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fabricated-misslieness · 10 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: the prowler and the spider had an infamous rivalry—the prowler was always improving, and the spider refused to die.

ᴀɴᴏɴ: Earth42! Miles had a s/o who was bitten by a spider as well (maybe just an AU where 1116 Miles didn’t get bitten by the spider or there was another one) and they are both rivals under the masks but literally love eachother without them bc they don’t know each other’s identity?? And some angsty if they were in battle and he was beating them tf up and literally about to kill them and removes the mask and MORE ANGST AHH.

ʀᴇ𝐐: yes ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4k ~ alternate universe (within alternate universe) where the reader is bit instead of earth 1610 or earth 42 miles

part 2 (crackfic)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, violence, blood, near death experience

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: we had so little of earth 42 miles so personally i dont like him yet but the request is good

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You had to hand it to him, he was good. He brought a new little gadget each time to take advantage of one of your weaknesses, which thankfully allowed you to discover them yourself and patch them up; but that didn't take away from the fact that he was inventing these little things so quick, or that he was noticing your mistakes.

The Prowler delights himself in your shocked little eye goggles when you punch him with your powers and it doesn't affect him, "D'ya like that? Can't use your little electricity powers on me anymore."

"Personally, I call it Venom, but I suppose," You pull back, regaining your bearings, cracking your knuckles, "it's too much to ask for a little respect."

"Getting tired?" Prowler closes the distance between you easily with his physics defying boots.

"Not at all." You press yourself onto the wall behind you, climbing on with your hands and feet to prepare for an attack. "Just caught me at the end of my shift, 's all."

"Exactly."

You ignore the little comment and aim up to shoot a web towards the ceiling, but then... click. Fuck, you were out of web fluid. He really was paying close attention to you.

You push yourself off the wall instead, diving towards him to topple him over. He dodges with his boots, leaving you to stumble onto the ground. He brings an empowered punch down while you're off your feet, but you roll over to the side, onto your back to dodge.

The ground beside you shatters as his punch lands, incredibly loud. Your ears ring as you hop back onto your feet.

"What's next? Lasers? Cat machine guns?"

"Cat machine guns?" The Prowler laughs, standing straight again. "What are you, nine?"

"Are you not nine? I thought we were the same age." You punch, but he blocks it with his sturdy gauntlets. You hop back before he can counter.

"Oh, you definitely did not." He lunges forward, aiming a punch to your head, but you dodge under and sweep his feet. He falls harshly onto his back, leaving him stunned for a second. You try to take advantage of it, but as you pull back your arm for a punch, your spider-sense warns you of something from behind.

You dodge to the side. As you regain your ground, your feet slip and you fall against the wall. For a moment, as the both of you focus up, you look around the room. What triggered your spider-sense? There was nothing or no one here, no one except for the Prowler.

Speaking of, he stands, clutching his head with one hand; and he's laughing.

"That was one of your tricks, wasn't it?"

Your powers allow you to regain your composure much faster and you take the opportunity to punch him.

The Prowler falters, taking a few steps back but keeping himself on his feet, "You punch like a baby."

"I don't want to kill you." You reason.

"Kill me?" He laughs, "With what, kindness?"

As he stabilizes himself, something else triggers your Spider-sense, and you dodge at nothing again. Another comes from behind and you stumble forward, right into his range. The Prowler punches, and it connects.

"What's up with that, anyway?" The punch knocks you back against the wall and you climb up desperately out of his reach. "You never kill. I always come back."

"It's my one rule."

"No one's asking you to keep it."

Another thing triggers your Spider-sense, then another, different directions, you can't keep up with them at the same time. Trapped in a corner, you let out a burst of Venom to try to decimate them before they can even reach you.

"What a pathetic little Spider."

The Prowler swings up, allowing his gauntlet to burst out with its usual mechanical power... and your Venom. The shock brings you to the ground, where you writhe in its cold tile with a searing pain and aftershocks of electricity. You're pretty sure you broke something–or pulled something, you really can't tell.

"Reusing my Venom?" You snicker with the last energy you have, "Running out of ideas, Prowler?"

"A blabbermouth 'till the end." You can hear the humor in his voice as he brings a punch down.

Crack!

His hands stays there, atop your head, his other one pins your shoulder to the ground. So this was it.

"I don't suppose," You wheeze out, "my rule applies to you?"

He ignores that comment, staring down at you. The mask tore in the area of one of your eyes.

His mask was always ruthless. It resembled a gas mask, preparing for the worse, but it also projected an image: his narrowed, emotionless eyes. To top it all off, he almost seemed to have the horns of a devil.

"You have nice eyes."

He was about to kill you and he was cracking jokes... he was about to kill you, and you never got to say goodbye to Miles.

"I wonder what you look like." He grabs a hold of your mask harshly with his gauntlet, "Did you ever wonder what I looked like?" and he pulls.

Now, without the mask in the way, you spit blood onto the tiled ground.

Suddenly, he seizes up, like he's frozen in place.

"Don't you think you're dragging this out?"

The Prowler lets go. He falls to his knees beside you, beginning to sob. He gathers you in his arms like you're glass, like he wasn't so hellbent on stopping your heartbeat just a few seconds ago.

Powerless, you simply rest in his arms. "This is a change, isn't it?"

"God, where do you find the strength?" He questions, chuckling a dry laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"A lot of coffee, let's say."

"Shut up."

The mask on his face disassembles itself, and–oh.

"Miles?"

"I'm so fucking sorry." He buries his head into the crook of your weak neck. His sobs make you feel the need to protect him, to kiss the tears that stain his face away, but you can barely move.

You can still, however, heave a sigh of relief. "Look, I'm not dead yet." Though your mouth was lathered in disgusting coppery blood. "Surely my little genius can carry me to safety?"

"Yes." He stands, shell shocked, with you in your arms. You felt so light, so weak, and it was all because of him. "I'm–"

You bring a weak hand to cup his jaw, the highest you could bring it. You can feel the wet tears gathered there. "You can be sorry later."

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You examine yourself in the mirror of the Morales apartment–thank that little spider that you've got healing powers–when you hear the front door open, meaning Miles is back with some first aid shit. "Miles, how am I supposed to explain this to my aunt?!" You call.

Miles stumbles towards the bathroom, the rustle of the plastic bag accompanying his footsteps.

He didn't know how you were so quick to forgive all the injuries he'd given you, all the harm he'd caused. He didn't know how you weren't screaming at him, how you didn't want to kill him. He had done you wrong so many times and you weren't even angry.

But when he stops in the bathroom doorway and you turn to him, he sees the look in your eyes. It's the same as always, full of love for him, appreciation for him; like everything good in the world was embodied in him.

New scars were forming on your face, the same that littered his body, the telltale scars of being struck by lightning. "I guess we match now."

He stares down at the rolled up sleeves of his hoodie. He'd never shown them to you, the very scars you caused him unknowingly. They were like lightning up his arms and his legs and his torso, only missing on his face. He was a dangerous storm, and you had dared to love him.

"I love you." He drops the bag and brings you in his arms again.

Your knees give in, for you were still weak, but he had you. He was there to support you, to keep you up. "I love you too."

"I'm sorry." He says again.

"I know." You reply simply. "...you are what keeps me going, by the way. You're the reason I find strength even in the worst of times."

"Te amo, te amo, te amo..." Miles whispers over and over again. (I love you.)

He didn't need to question why you weren't angry with him, so long as you loved him.

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ask-the-friendly-ink-demon · 1 year

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so, been a long time hasn’t it? a dark revival is upon us. . . . god i haven’t drawn him as normal in so long it’s saddening.

#HI YES IM ALIVE FINALLY #MY HYPERFIXATION HAS RETURNED THANKS TO THE TRAILER #LET'S GOOOO BOYS #Modern Reflection; Little Devil Darling (Bendy Prowler Stein)#batim #batdr #Bendy #My Art #My Drawings

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happinessbunny · 9 months

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Monster Hunter devs will really see people latch onto a mechanic and be like “Wouldn’t it be funny if it never happened again?”

#gods I miss prowler mode #also rip my darling lagaiacrus and underwater combat #monster hunter #capcom

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qkopi · 10 months

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Not to be basic or anything 😭

But can I request spider!reader going with Miles to earth 42. And she’s 42!miles dead gf so when he sees her he’s super attached to her and his feelings are coming back for her she’s reciprocating. But then Miles is just chained up watching the girl he likes being flirted with by his alt self and he’s just like

miles: yeah this doesn’t hurt 😐

Uncle Aaron: you lyin?

Miles: Yeah 😢

ANOTHER DIMENSION

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pairings: prowler! miles x fem! reader

cw: none

summary: just when you and miles thought you had gone back home, everything went wrong when you meet miles’ alternate version of himself, but for some reason why were you kind of falling for him too?

a/n: ik the anon said spidey! miles was just going to stay there and remain chained to the punching bag but come on, we all know he’s gonna escape one way or another🤷🏻‍♀️

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just when you found out you were in the wrong dimension with miles, he was knocked out from someone behind, making you rush towards him.

“miles—” you kneeled to miles’ unconscious state as the boy with the prowler suit walked closer to you but you had webbed his hand to the railing of the rooftop.

“don’t even try it.” you glared at the prowler until uncle aaron had threw a gas poison at you, immediately making you weak as you inhaled the toxic air.

before you could even touch the ground, someone had caught you. it was that masked boy.

(30 minute time skip)

you woke up, gasping for air as you looked around the place, examining it for a bit before investigating.

“is this uncle aaron’s place..?” you thought to yourself as you continued to look around.

as your eyes wandered all over the place, you then landed on a punching bag where miles was chained up against.

“miles..” you said under your breath worriedly, immediately taking the blanket off your lap to go free him.

but before you could even stand up, the prowler had held you to sit back down.

“get off me!” you tried shooting you webs, only for nothing to come out of your wrists.

“these yours?” prowler opened his hand, revealing your web-shooters. before you could snatch them, he threw them behind his back.

you tried to fight against his hold, pushing his hands off your shoulders, trying to knock him out but he had caught your fist in time.

“who are you and what do you want?” you gritted on your teeth, glaring at him through the lenses.

there was a moment of silence, making you impatient as the prowler’s mask retracted and revealed his face.

“miles..” your eyes softened as you lowered your fist.

“hermosa.. (beautiful..)” miles’ hand trailed up to your cheek, caressing your cheek as he is staring at you with a warm and gentle expression on his face.

miles is now beginning to speak and is whispering to you in a soft tone as he looks at you with love and hope in his eyes.

“you look just like her..”

before you could even ask what he was talking about, the boy had cupped your cheek and kissed you on the lips, feel his warm touch as the kiss goes on.

you had never kissed anyone before or even have the thought of kissing your bestfriend… but this miles was making it feel like the best thing you could imagine.

meanwhile. your miles was beginning to wake up as he looked at his surroundings, then spotting another version of himself kissing you. but then, miles slowly moves away from you and looks at you with a loving expression.

"i missed you so much, mi cariño.. (my darling..) it’s like you never even left..” he hugged you tightly in his embrace as you only blushed, not knowing what to do.

then you and miles could hear hear grunting noises from miles, he was struggling to get out of the punching bag as he was still weak.

“don’t touch her!” he yelled out, trying to break free but to no avail. meanwhile, miles only smirked at the other version of himself.

“say.. why don’t you ditch that cabrón (dumbass) and come with me, mami?” miles pulled you closer to him as you met him eye to eye.

“i’m sure i could do way better than he could.”

once those words came out of miles’ lips, miles broke free out of the punching bag in time with his venom powers. he immediately webbed your waist, pulling and twirling you back into his arms.

“nah, man. she’s mine.” a smirk only came up to miles’ lips as his mask retracted back onto his face.

“guess what, chico? i ain’t letting her go… not again..” miles muttered the last part to himself, getting his gauntlet ready to pounce on miles.

before miles could even land, miles had already grabbed your waist, pulling you closer as he still had his web shooters and breaking the windows to escape.

but miles was not going to let you go that easily. he wasn’t going to let his second chance slip away.

“how could you let him even touch you like that?” miles asked as he was swinging from building to building. miles never told you about his feelings, yet, but clearly they were showing.

“you don’t understand, miles! i think he-” miles suddenly cut you off, groaning in pain as he felt a device on his back, electrocuting his body and letting you go.

now you were falling 60ft in the air, trying to shoot your webs as you remembered, the other miles had thrown them away.

“oh sh-” before you could hit the ground, miles had already caught you, landing on a building as he carried you bridal style.

“told you i ain’t letting you go, unlike him.” miles smirked as you were still speechless.

yes, you did have feelings for miles but this miles made you weak in the knees.

miles then noticed from far away that miles was trying to get back up, swinging and trying to find you while miles hid you away from him.

while he hid the both of you, you noticed how close he was as he put his hands on the wall beside your head, panting under his breath.

“now, where were we?” he looked back up to your eyes as your eyes directly went to his lips.

“i think you were asking me to leave my miles for this miles.” you said sarcastically with a playful smile.

“it’s a good idea, dont you think?” a smirk came across his face, leaning in closer.

“mm, i don’t know.. you gotta show me if its worth it or not.” you put a finger to his lips, pushing him away but he took ahold of your wrist, moving them out of the way.

“oh, i’ll definitely show you..”

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sataraxia · 10 months

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jerk.

earth42!miles x fem!reader

summary: you haven't heard about him for a whole week, what a 'jerk'. (wc: 3.9 k, kinda short and a dumb blurb)

warnings: cursing, a kind of suggestive? line at the end.

a/n: it's the first time i publish something so maybe it's kinda bad idk, and also this isn't angst miles is actually the best man ever pls i just wanna hug him. aand english isn't my first language so pls pls let me know if i spelled something wrong!

"I heard that kiki was invited to prom in the most romantic way possible, I'm so jealous."

"oh god, yeah, I wish I had a boyfriend like hers, or well, just a boyfriend".

You were biting your nails right now, looking everywhere but at your friends, what a topic, huh?

“hey, your boyfriend already invited you?”

And there was the question, you just looked lazily at them “uh, sure”

The truth was that you hadn't been talking to Miles for a week or so, and this was exactly why.

You always understood that maybe he didn't like a lot of things about high school, and you never complained about it, but this time, it was something important to you, and he didn't seem to care.

"baby, it's just a dance, I don't understand why you're acting like it's such a big deal." he said while not even looking at your direction.

"maybe it's a big deal that you're being a jerk about this."

Yeah, that conversation didn't end well, you haven't heard from him since.

The thing was, you don't do a lot of couple things publicly, and it's slowly starting to affect your mind, maybe he didn't want to be seen with you, or someone couldn't see him with you, the thought alone causing you to shiver.

You spent the rest of the day distracting yourself with your friends and your homework, secretly waiting for a message from him to appear on your phone.

It did, but definitely not what you expected.

miles <4: 'i’m back in town, wyd?'

Oh.

You didn't know whether to be happy that he wasn't ignoring you, or angry that he didn't give the last discussion more than a thought.

You decided not to let it go this time, and not even look at the text.

Of course, that was stupid, but so were you.

It wasn't more than two hours, he was already knocking on your window, and once you let him in, he just looked at you, deeply.

“wanna’ tell me what’s up with you, darling?”

That was not affectionate, he was annoyed, mocking, you realize.

“nothing.” you couldn’t look at him when you were lying, he knew that.

“i thought you were the one who opted for that communication bullshit, cmon.”

“where were you?”

“work” the tone was defensive, almost secretive, it was always like that when he mentioned something about the prowler, you never talked a lot about it.

“you could have told me”

“thought you didn't want a jerk talking to you?”

“yeah, but you’re still my boyfriend, Miles, we argued, and I didn't hear about you for a whole week.”

“sorry.”

That's what made your veins boil the most, he was never mean, disrespectful, or a jerk.

He always knew when to say sorry or when he had done the wrong thing, that meant he didn't really care about the problem that kept popping into your head, he didn't see it like a problem at all.

And that only made you feel dumber, maybe you were overreacting, again.

“it’s okay, i just missed you”

That's all you had to say for him to look at you with those eyes that made you feel like the most special woman on earth, that made any insecurity disappear just as the space between your bodies did.

“i missed you too.”

Of course, he stayed the whole night with you.

The next afternoon, when you entered your room, you saw a package on your bed, with a note on top of it

“I couldn't go to prom if my girl wasn't wearing my color, be at your door by eight o'clock.

luv ya, miles.”

Inside the package was a beautiful dress, vibrant purple, obviously.

This was definitely the man of your dreams.

+bonus:

Eight o'clock, and he was with his motorcycle at your door.

"you are breathtaking, love" he said and you approached him to give him just a little kiss, while smiling.

"thanks for all this, but I thought it wasn't a big deal?" a smirk adorned your face.

"it was a big deal if you were calling me a jerk about it" you grabbed his waist as you settled on the bike.

"sorry about that." a little peck on the cheek.

"you'll have time to apologize to me, don't worry:"

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 10 months

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Aye, dawg. What's good, dawg? Hope you have a good day, dawg

Earth 43Miles Morales × Fashionista Reader

Gurl is SASSY. Maybe like Edna from the incredibles when it comes to fashion. She’s a complete goof. I honestly don’t care what you do with this. I just see her finding out about him being Prowler then complaining about his outfit

(What's up, dawg. Hope you enjoy, dawg) taglist

Earth 42!Miles Morales x Fashionista!Reader

Boy was so amused by your sass

He just found it so funny, and loved to flirt and tease you

So you being sassy about practically anything made him love you even more

It just made you all the more attractive about your sass

And if you threw insults and sarcasm in there?

Chiefs kiss, puddy in your hands and a ring secured

He also took notice, immediately, about how serious you were about fashion

Appearances, accessories or matching, anything and everything to do with fashion you were all over it

He stepped out of line in the wrong outfit?

Damn, you had so much to say so quickly and suddenly you were forcing him to change

You practically ran everything he wore because he knew if you didn't, somehow and someday you would find out

He also had to sit through your rants about someone's outfit in the wrong season, wearing uggs, mismatching, and any little fashion pet peeve you had

He just hummed, running his thumb on your waist from behind because he had no idea what the shit you were saying

But he loves the look on your face and how passionate and serious you were about it

Like fashion was your own form of art, and he didn't mind

He also loves the little fashion shows you would give him or he would be able to help you pick out an outfit

Or if you forced him to watch runway shows, he wouldn't do it by himself, but he would sit through them for you

You would also force him to match with you but he sat through it

But every relationship came with it's secrets, and his was he was the Prowler

He hid it from you successfully for a while, genuinely believing if you found out you would leave

So he hid it for your whole relationship

Until one night he fucked up, coming into his room and you were sitting there waiting for him

He was happy, relieved to see you only to have a feeling of dread wash over him as he saw you picking at his Prowler suit at his desk

You never even looked up, almost dissecting every little detail and every material of the costume as he stood frozen in the doorway

He tried slipping away, unnoticed before he froze when you finally spoke, not even looking up at him

"If you want to be a vigilante, at least be better dressed. You make one little costume…and you choose this material? Have I taught you nothing?!"

He was honestly shocked that was your response

Even more so that you didn't care if he was selling crack, being a damn mafia boss or being the fucking prowler and in your words

"Do whatever you want, darling, but don't you embarass me in that outfit ever-fucking again."

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mayearies · 8 months

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OPEN ARMS? …. miles g. morales ⟡

જ⁀➴ genre : angst | warnings : breakup, no happy ending, lengthy blurb

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ note! : yeah this made me cry if u cry sorrieee

miles knew you too well. you wanted him to choose a new path in life, and he thought different.

you liked to take him out on random dates sometimes. walks around brooklyn, stay up talking, but most of all—convincing him he doesn’t need to do this. he’s heard it a thousand times. he has to.

today was a bad day to catch him. and he would later come to you in the dead of night and find your endless persuasive ramblings being an earworm for him.

“ listen. i get your point, i seriously do. but can you shut up with the prowler shit. for five seconds.”

“ i’m sorry-”

“ i just- i dont wanna talk about it, okay?”

miles wasn’t like this all the time. in fact, he was rather sweet towards you. no matter how annoyed he was, he was usually nice. but he didn’t look recognizable to you anymore. he looked disappointed.

he didn’t hold your hand like he used to when you walked down the street, he was more distant. and you didn’t see him as much anymore.

the ringing of your protests against him were always in his ear, even if you weren’t speaking. thats just what made him more upset. but he didn’t know what to be upset at.

you walked slightly beside him. he would slow down if you trailed too far behind. you didn’t know if you should follow him back home. suddenly, he stopped. “ can i ask you somethin’?”

“ mhm.”

“ do you really think i’m a hero?”

you knew what he had to see. some die, some live, some injured. some of those he had to inflict. but he said he did it for the greater good. for you and brooklyn. “ …i don’t know.��

miles scoffed at your answer, kicking the rocks on the pavement. his sudden change startled you a bit. “ great answer. just absolutely amazing.”

now, there’s one thing here. he can be upset all he wants. but he shouldn’t gain an attitude.

“ you need to chill out-”

“ don’t tell me what to do, [name].”

he doesn’t use your first name a lot. what happened to nicknames? what happened to ‘ma?’ ‘darling?’ ‘amor?’ what happened to those? are they just lost to time now..?

his distance was bothering you. he just wasn’t miles anymore. you don’t know who this is. is this the prowler you’re talking to? you grabbed his wrist making him stumble back. “ i’m worried! i’m worried about you.”

“ well don’t.” snapping at you was something he never did. never once in his life. he would tell you to back off, yeah, but never like that before. “ i’m fine.”

“that’s bullshit!”

he was really trying not to snap at you right now. you were working his last nerve. he doesn’t want to argue. he just wants you to leave it alone and move on. as you always do.

he huffed before relaxing his expression. “ look. just don’t worry about me, alright?” he paused, “ you hear me? just stop.”

you felt unheard. you felt so ignored. " you're a fucking liar! do you expect me not to worry about you when you come to my window at three in the morning? covered in bruises?! is that how you wanna play this out!?"

miles’ expression turned stern. even as he began to shake a little. you couldn’t believe this was miles. “ you think i’m still your sweet boy ?? do you really think that !?"

he looked hurt, he wasn’t happy.

" …i-" you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. he used to be so loving. so caring. it didnt feel like he was here at all. he just felt like a stranger. someone who walked all over your heart.

“ forget it-” silence filled the thick atmosphere again.

“ do you even think im alive, miles?"

miles stopped walking, he looked back quickly. he seemed confused.. and a little hurt. he saw you on the verge of crying. he would always say if he made you cry, he would never forgive himself for that.

" do you think im here? do you think i just-" your voice started breaking, " i just dont ever think about what you're going through? when i clean up your blood from my sheets? do you think i dont care?"

you cant avoid the inevitable, huh? yeah. he thought that too. he knew this would happen. “ because i assure you— i do care. i care more than- more than anyone else! anyone else that you know as a friend. thats why i ask. but you never tell me. never once. i do all of this for you, and i get nothing. miles.”

miles sighed, he had always felt this way—he didn’t deserve you. he knew he didn’t. you? he doesn’t know. it’s just hard for him to show how he really feels sometimes. “ ..please know i care.” he paused, wrapping his arms around you.

“ i really do. i hate to see you so worried about me.. and i hate that i have to put you through that.” he looked down over your shoulder, ashamed.

"then why? why, miles?"

miles paused for a minute, trying to find the right words. “ i have to do it.” he knew those weren’t the words you wanted to hear.

"for what sake!?"

" …i can’t just stand by..” miles sighed, his voice becoming weak. " i can’t."

you cried into his jacket as he rubbed your back. you knew a solution to this. you did, but it wouldn’t be pretty. it wouldn’t be anything considered nice.

pulling away, you stared at you feet. some tears still dripping to the pavement, "… maybe it isnt best… we see each other right now." your breath was shaky, and you could feel his demeanor change. "its just- you have a lot on your plate and… i dont wanna be involved in that."

miles was now silent, there didn’t seem to be anything he could say right now. he felt defeated, like there wasn’t anything he could do to change your mind. “ are you sure?”

you sighed lightly, “ no.”

you knew it had to happen. it was the only way to catch him a break. this was for him, not you. "you cant have it all, miles. i just wish we had better timing… you know?" you were on the verge of crying again.

miles was trying his best to keep you from crying. he knew that. he was lucky enough to even know you. he wish you met somewhere else. some other universe. “ no- please don’t cry. don’t do this to me.." he took his hand to yours, he really didn’t want this to be the last time you talked.

you had to let him go. you had to. it was for the greater good.

miles was still waiting with his hand in yours.. “ please. just tell me your not going to leave. im sorry." he said, he sounded.. really worried. he hated this.

"i just.. feel like i cant love you the same.."

miles had frozen, he didn’t know what to say. he felt like you were leaving forever. tears had started to form in his eyes, he was speechless. those were the words he’s always feared. the one thing he wanted to avoid.

“ please don’t leave me.. it’s just- i dont- i dont know what to do anymore. please. i love you.”

even after everything, you still believed he could figure it out. but you weren’t part of that equation at all. you could see his breath hitching softly as tears stained his face.

you cupped his face and smiled weakly at him. "… meet me in a year. just… find yourself before you find me. can you promise me that?"

your eyes looked pleading and caring. he shakily nodded his head which made you giggle a little. he seemed to have calmed down now, and was prepared for whatever the future has to hold. “ you’re a pretty crier, y’know?”

“ heh,” he sniffled, “ you never fail to make me smile.”

even with all his doubts, he still couldnt grasp how he met someone like you. you were his everything. everything he liked in one. he couldn’t ask for any less.

“i’ll be waiting for you with open arms, mamita.”

and he did. but you never came.

as i said before. you can’t avoid the inevitable, yeah?

afterwards note! : my layout will continue to be inconsistent thanks for asking

#miles morales #miles g morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales blurbs #e!42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales earth 42 #miles 42 #42 miles morales #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles angst

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shizukateal · 9 months

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In honor of Across The Spiderverse going digital, here's the Beyond the Spiderverse Prediction Bingo!!!!

Explanations below the readmore:

Spider Ham's Chekov Hammer: simple enough to guess, I'm just really waiting for that to pay off, preferably over Miguel's head.

Spider Noir and Hobie get along: just some good ole' fanservice.

Miles G. is actually a dork (he's just better at hiding it. mildly): Wow, great introduction Miles G.! Very suspenseful and intimidating!! Let's see how long you can carry that demeanor without breaking.

Margo / Miles (Miles G.?) / Gwen Love Triangle (Pavitr is annoying about it): Pass the popcorn everyone. How resentful will be Miles when he meets Gwen again? Is getting the spider-band together enough for him or is it just the first step into making amends? Maybe he feels more grateful towards Margo (and Hobie) and will give Gwen (and Peter B.) the cold shoulder for a while. Will Miles G. also enter the ring? Maybe this one really cute comic by @bubblypinkfreak will become true.

Jess Drew Subplot (baby is born?): REAL interested in finding out why Jess would ever follow an asshole like Miguel. Also she deserves more plot relevance. And fanart. Aaaaaand I kinda want to see her husband too.

The Spot Collapses in on himself: Gonna be honest with you, people, I have no idea how they'll fight him, this just seems like the cleanest solution.

Miguel's actually just as much of an anomaly as Miles: My own personal theory, not really based on anything concrete beyond some flags I get from Miguel and some stuff I'll explain later. Basically, I think Miguel's projecting on Miles, and that's part of why his beef towards him is so intense. The only explanation I can think of is that he destroyed his original dimension, not just the one with his daughter in it, and the serum we see him take is what keeps him "stable" and "belonging" to Nueva York. Or you know, maybe just the watch, but the serum is more sus to me.

Gwen Stacy Fall Subversion: Either Gwen completes her character arc by saving Miles from falling to his death or she saves herself, thus breaking her karmic cycle of getting fridged.

Meows Morales cameo?? Pretty Please???: C'mooooon he became instantly popular and he's adorable!!!!! <3 <3 <3 bonus points if multiple miles help out to fight against Miguel's squad later.

We spend some time on Hobie's dimension: No idea how the plot would get there, but the concept art of Hobie's dimension is fire and I want to learn more about him <3 <3 <3 tell us why you almost gave up the mask, darling, and did you kill a cop in your dimension? <3 why would you feel bad about it? <3 <3 <3 <3

Gwiles Morales (he hates that name): Apparently this is how some of the staff called him. Poor guy.

The Spider-Band fights Earth 42's Sinister Six: For those who don't know, they control Earth 42, as confirmed by the art book. Nothing better to sweeten Miles G. to our heroes' side than taking care of them. Bonus points if one of them is explicitly a fascist and Hobie and Noir punch him together.

Miguel Bites Someone: bonus points if it's hot as fuck. Sorry but it's true.

Lyla's the real bad guy (beyonder): I'm gonna let moviebob do the heavylifting here. Could tie to that personal theory I explained above.

Peter B. vs Miguel fight redemption: ok this one I'm biased for because I personally find Peter B. more morally culpable than Gwen in their whole drama with Miles seeing as he's the adult with a kid. But also yeah, good chance for him to redeem himself in Miles eyes (or not! maybe Miles wants more from him that just standing up to a bully) and take Miguel down a peg. Bonus points if he looses a leg, because apparently that's something that happens in Spidergirl's comic.

Prowler!Hobie somehow: Not saying our Hobie will turn into the prowler, just that the connection will be addressed somehow. Idk man, it just feels like positioning Hobie as another mentor for Miles is very deliberate.

Miles feels guilty about Earth 42: Juicy source of drama between him and Miles G. as well as a free character arc about how responsibility is more than just cause and effect.

Miguel tries to redeem himself by dying but Miles won't allow him to: Miguel O'hara has several problems, and I speculate they all come from his self-obsession. Everything about the spider society is about him erecting structures dedicated to his pain to turn himself into the martyr holding reality together. So if he's finally proven wrong, it seems pretty in character to me that his idea of making amends would be to do the same thing one last time for "the right cause", being the diva he is and how he thinks you can sacrifice one person to save everyone else and all. I don't think Miles will allow that, though. Bonus if the scene parallels the one in into the spiderverse when Miles returns Peter B. home.

That one @cheezthatboiii comic / Mileswitch: because what's the point of having a twin if you can't fool people about it?

Gonzalo/Gonza Morales: The correct alternative to Gwiles if anyone during production has braincells or is latine.

Margo Subplot (family issues): confirmed in the artbook that she ended up having more plot relevance than originally planned, and even if that wasn't the case she deserves it. And more fanart.

The Spot is defeated with kindness: Ok. Before I said that I don't know how the Spot could be defeated with violence, but maybe that's not needed? He is clearly a foil to Miles after all, and I think it would do him (Miles) a lot of good to practice some radical empathy, even on someone who kinda doesn't "deserve" it. This isn't so much about him being ""redeemable"" (fandom has ruined that whole concept) so much as how much empathy the narrative is willing to grant him.

Jeff meets Gonza before Miles reveals to him that he's Spiderman. He's confused by having 2 sons: this just feels to me like the most probably sequence of events given the franchise's usual use of bathos and subversion of expectations.

Spider Support Network Finale: No more spider society authority "correcting" the multiverse, every spider-person gets a watch so their friends can come over and lend a hand and prevent as many deaths as possible.

Aaron 42 gets severely injured/dies: I don't want this to happen, it just seems like a way of trimming some fat in the cast and getting some more drama from Gonza.

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divinegrey · 1 year

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VALORANT VOICELINE HEADCANONS, PT. 1

FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER

while scrolling around on tumblr, i read a headcanons post that made me feel really inspired, so thank you to @l0serloki for the idea, you get all the credit for that :)

we got the ot4 group up first! i'll try and get around to the rest soon!

warnings: mentions of game-accurate blood and death

FADE

Match Start — "Side by side once again. Everyone knows how well we work together. Let's show them!"

Round Start — "I'll find them, aşkım. You bring them down."

Commend — "Oye, good shit, good shit!" OR — "Don't mind the prowlers, they're simply very happy to see you. Good work."

You Assist Fade's Kill — "You have my back, I have yours. Thank you."

You Ace — "My nightmares should be terrified of you, tatlım. Excellent work!"

You Get Resurrected — "Y/N? Y/N! Oh, tanrıya şükür, you're alive. Please, don't scare me again."

You get a kill with a Haunted Enemy — "My nightmares bend to your command. They are yours, as much as I am yours."

REYNA

Match Start — "They don't have a single idea what is coming for them, do they? *Laughs* We will show them, cariño."

Round Start — "Together! The hunt begins!"

You Get a Kill with a Leered Enemy — "You and I are unstoppable together." OR — "Wonderful work, but don't take my kill next time, cariño."

You Ace — "You didn't leave a single one for me? How inconsiderate, but I forgive you for doing such a wonderful job."

You Get Last Kill in a Round — "Aye, cariño, I'm tingling. I love the blood on your face."

You Clutch — "My my, you're relentless. Perhaps this calls for a reward later."

You Get Resurrected — "How dare they touch you, my love. They will pay!"

SAGE

Match Start — "It is good to see you, my love. Take care, but do what you do best."

Round Start — "There is nothing you can't do. Fight strong!"

Commend — "Wonderful work! You did amazing!"

Sage Heals You — "Be careful. I cannot lose you." OR — "Let's get this blood off your face, darling. There, isn't that better?"

Sage Assists Your Kill — "I have your back, always."

You Clutch — "I knew you could do it! You truly are the shining protector of our Earth."

Sage Resurrects You — "Please, my love, come back to me. You aren't done yet."

VIPER

Match Start — "They'll regret ever stepping foot here. My poison, your aim. They'll die before they have a chance."

Round Start — "Bring them into my grasp, Y/N. They'll choke on my poison."

Commend — "Impressive work. You're as vicious as a cobra, little one."

You Ace — "Like a snake in the grass. You're simply untouchable."

You Get Hurt By The Enemy Viper — "No one is allowed to touch them. No one! You will die, Sabine."

Viper's Pit Activated — "Stay in the smoke, they'll never see you coming, my little cobra." OR — "Let them come so we can strike together. They'll hardly notice before our fangs have sunken in."

You Get Resurrected — "Welcome back, my mouse. They won't hurt you anymore."

~~~~~ A/N: thank you for reading! this was really enjoyable to write. Feel free to send requests for who you want me to write voicelines for next! (or to give me ideas for certain voicelines too!)

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yandere-kokeshi · 10 months

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Yandere spider verse your pick villain x Deaf reader

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about people getting beat up.

A/N: I love that you decided to let me pick. I'm not really good at deciding and it picked Miles Morales from Earth-1610.

When he first met you, he was annoyed. Not only did you ignore him, but you constantly pointed at your ears when he did catch your attention - of course, he thought you were making fun of him. But later did he realize that you couldn’t hear, hence the pointing and not hearing him when he approached.

At first, he was rather careless about your deafness. He wasn’t mean or rude, just rather indifferent; you were just something else.

But for some reason, you’d caught his eye. Possibly it was the way you stood up for yourself, not allowing anyone to walk over you, regardless of your condition.

Or how you were incredibly gentle and nice, always saying hello to him. At this point, he starts to get closer to you and ends up falling for you.

He’s a huge help with reminding things and keeping track of time. If you get distracted and forget to look at the time, Miles will tell you what’s up and help you in which way he can.

With reminding, he’s always on top of that - if you have a doctor’s appointment, a quiz needed for school, or even need to get up early to meet with a family member, he always makes sure to get up earlier than you, helping you get ready.

Being deaf can be challenging. Things can overwhelm you quickly, and having problems with society can be mentally and emotionally draining. This said, Miles will often remind you to take it easy and allow him to handle the grocery shopping, the need of getting supplies, and resources that you might want.

Miles has learned to get your attention by using other forms of ‘sounds’ and actions - stomping on the ground, letting you feel the vibrations, or simply using lights as a way to diverse your attention towards him.

It’s possible he already knows sign language as he’s pretty observant. But he’s more than happy to spend time with you, watching how you teach him or fix his mistakes when signing.

God help anyone who dares to disrespect you. Even if they look at you weirdly, the next day, they’re on the news murdered. He’s pretty protective, especially with how you can’t hear and all. With this, he always pesters about coming with you whenever you’re gonna go somewhere.

Uncle Aaron respects you quite a lot, seeing how you treat Miles and how he acts a bit differently near you. He’ll treat you like a family member.

Sure, he’s a bit cold and distant, but the minute you’re in danger, he’ll make sure you’re put into safety as quickly as possible.

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Masterlist || Please consider reblogging and commenting instead of liking, it helps me as a creator!! Stay well!!

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fabricated-misslieness · 10 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: nokia vs. super-powered teen, who wins?

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 798 ~ part 1

"So... What did you mean "I don't want to kill you"?"

You look up at Miles from your position on his chest, then back down. How do you explain this? A spider bit you, and now you have powers. That sounded silly, didn't it? But there was no better explanation.

"Well, first off, a spider gave me these superpowers. You know, sticking to walls and stuff."

"A spider gave them to you." Miles laughs, and it definitely sounds like he doesn't believe you, "Did you swallow it in your sleep?"

"No, no," You groan, "it bit me."

"That simple? Hell," Amusement is written all over his face, and it's kind of annoying because you're being serious, "Imma have to do that myself."

"Look," You begin seriously, looking to catch his attention, "it wasn't a normal spider. I don't know what it was that made it so special but don't get yourself bitten by a venomous spider, now, I don't need you in a hospital."

"Okay, fine, but I thought the spider stuff was just part of your suit. Like you were some kind of spider-fiend." He waves his fingers to mimic spider legs.

"I'm not that good." You shrug, "You're the genius one. I designed the suit and the web-shooters, but even that was hard. Can't imagine doing it all over again." You shake the hideous thought off, "Point is, I got super-strength from it."

"How super?" Miles questions.

You sit up on the couch–much to his dismay–and say, "Do you have anything I can break?"

"Was there anything he didn't value?" was more the question. Miles thinks about it... well, the materials for his Prowler suit were very precious, and he already knew you could break those, so that was off the list. Kitchen appliances...no, his mom would kill him.

But then, there was something: his mom's old Nokia. She always said she still needed it. Just in case her smartphone broke, she had a back up. Then again, she was careful with her phone, with everything, so that was highly unlikely.

When Miles returns with the old phone, he hands it to you with doubt, "I don't know if you'll be able to break this. It's a Nokia, after all–"

Crushing it in your fist was too easy. Now, splitting it in half? That's a more garish display. It was sure to make your boyfriend speechless.

You take each end of the Nokia and bring them apart before he can even finish his sentence.

For a moment he stares, shocked, even as you place the poor phone on the coffee table and sit back to admire his expression. Honestly, it's priceless. A gaping mouth accompanied by two wide eyes that are glued to the sight of the Nokia.

"Awesome, right? Honestly, I think I could do worse things, but I've never tried–"

"Holy shit." Miles finally says. He picks both pieces of the phone in his hands to examine them.

...and just then, "Miles, I'm home!"

Miles tosses the phone back onto the table, making a loud clack! noise, whilst you push a hospital mask onto your face.

When Rio turns the corner, she gasps, "Miles... ¿qué le hiciste a mi telefono?" (what did you do to my phone?)

"I–nada, mami." (nothing, mom.)

"Ey, ¿como que nada?" She chastises, clicking her tongue, "¿Te volviste mentiroso o que?" (what do you mean, nothing? Did you turn into a liar or what?)

"Mami, ¡te lo juro! Tu sabes que nadie puede romper una Nokia tan..." This was not the right time to forget an expression, but Miles didn't know what to say. "clean como asi." (Mom, I swear! You know nobody can break a Nokia as... clean as this!)

"Y ahora vienes con tu espanglish." Rio sighs, placing a hand on her hip. "Young man, you are in trouble." (And now comes the Spanglish.)

"Mami–" (Mom–)

"(y/n)!" She finally notices you. You straighten up on the couch and hide your nervousness with a cough. "Oh, sweetheart, what happened to you?"

"Hey, Mrs. Morales, I got–I mean, I'm... sick." You muster up the loudest, longest, and most horrendous cough you have with all your being.

Rio almost seems to recoil at the sound. Regardless, she stands up straight, "I think we need to get you some medicine."

"It's fine!" You stop her before she can, waving your hands frantically. You really did not want to take a random pill or something. "Really, Mrs. Morales. I already had some."

"Then I can make you some soup. That is, if you're staying for dinner, of course." She shakes her head at herself, so inconsiderate.

You glance at Miles and he just shrugs, "Okay, sure."

When she goes to the kitchen to start up a broth, you turn back to your boyfriend. He seems relieved, because his mom was too distracted caring for you to properly find a proper punishment for him just yet, but he tenses up at the sight of your panic.

"Now I have to hide this from your mom too??"

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ask-the-friendly-ink-demon · 2 years

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Hide me the ink demon is going to kill me.

"look at him what the fuck do you think he'll do? he doesn't even fucking remember why he hates you grey faces!" he says this. as Prowler is happily waving at the screen, thinking that people could see him, gurgling happily as his tail sways happily. Alpha just groans and facepalms

#Former Ink Demon (Alpha Stein)#Modern Reflection; Little Devil Darling (Prowler Bendy Stein)#Home At Last (The Stein Residence)#False King's End (Finale Arc)#Roll Call! (Answered Asks)#Mail Call (Asks)#My Art #My Drawings #Freedom But At What Cost? (Aftermath Verse)#wonder what Alpha means by that #hmmmmm

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targaryensluttt · 2 years

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muse on fire (chapter two)

pairing: soft! aemond x fem!reader

warnings: some smut, (18+!) although I would consider this light. depictions of violence. reader has a panic attack. not proofread thoroughly, still testing out the waters.

Valyrian translations:

Vok ābra = perfect woman

ñuha vok ābra = my perfect woman

ozbāragon nyke= brand me

kessa= yes

notes: feedback would be much appreciated :)

chapter one

chapter three

chapter four

After sitting with the bedridden king this evening, studying him for the portrait you knew he would not be able to sit for long, you had expected to drift off into a heavy sleep. And you did, at first.

Leaving your rooms at night felt risky. As you weren’t part of the inner royal family, you were not afforded any official personal guards. The castle could be as dangerous as the walls outside the Red Keep, especially for a young lady wandering alone, as you knew too well. Although, that was not to say you were unprotected. You happened to have your own personal guard dog, with long silver hair and an eyepatch, and yes, he did bite. Especially when it comes to you. You had suspected for some time that he kept tabs on your whereabouts when he was indisposed or at night, but with nothing but a sly smile from him as confirmation when you asked, you still felt exposed walking around the drafty castle halls. You had not yet reached the point in your existence where you realized you could hold your head high at all hours of the night, daring someone to do you wrong.

Especially now, you were terrified. The nightmare that had jolted you awake had been awful, and even though you knew it was a dream, it left you feeling nervous and cold to your very bones. It was not as if you consider yourself a seer, like your dear friend Helaena, but having visions of your very best friend slit from ear to ear bleeding out on the castle grounds, the eye that had been stolen from him so cruelly years ago as a child now robbed of it’s sapphire, eye socket empty and gaze soulless and dull, did not exactly leave you at ease. As you snuck down the halls with fat tears falling from your lashes, clad in nothing but your light sky blue colored nightgown and a thin black robe, you cursed your brain for making up those images. As if seeing it in your head could speak it into existence. After conjuring that in your troubled mind, you knew you could not wait until dawn to go see Aemond. As illogical as it was, you had to be sure of his safety, now.

When you saw his door from down the hallway, you noticed that, once again, he had dismissed his guards for the night, and that did nothing to reassure you.

“Let them try to come to our rooms.” he laughed once, at a family dinner.

“I’ll cut them from throat to groin.” he added, totally serious.

Aemond was a private soul, and preferred to deal with all personal matters of him and his closest loved ones himself, if at all possible. Including theirs, and his, safety. He was an excellent swordsman, and he considered himself perfectly capable of the task. You were inclined to believe this is why he had not tried to force his mother, Queen Alicent, to assign you your own guards. Once, during one of the many afternoons you had spent together, you had remarked about a castle rumor that prowlers were sneaking into lower born and servants rooms at night. He had froze from swinging his sword into the straw filled dummy and turned around to stare at you intently. He slowly walked to you, taking your hand, leaned into your ear to whisper, and said with certainty:

“Do not fret. There is no one you can trust like me. There is no one that will keep you safe like me. They would not dare harm you, darling.”

“I believe you.” You had told him softly, quite serious and truthfully as well.

His other hand that was not already in yours had been laid upon the side of your face when he began to speak, and when he pulled back, he drew it down slowly, so his fingers came to rest upon your lips. If his name had not been called so loudly by Sir Criston, which caused you to slightly startle and pull his hand off your face in fear of Sir Cole discovering you two like that, you had always wondered what he would have done next. Instead, he whirled around and gave the straw dummy a good thwack down its middle in frustration, spilling its straw guts everywhere.

But clearly, you were not worried about your own safety at the moment. Snapping back to the present, you realized you had made it to his door. Lifting your hand to the door, you had to stop yourself from frantically pounding on it. Taking a deep breath, you paused for a moment to try to collect yourself slightly. You looked down at what you were wearing and suddenly felt very self aware. Although the robe was loosely tied, it ballooned open loose around your breasts, revealing your curvy figure under your very thin nightgown. Your hair was loose, frizzy and undone from its normal intricate styles from sleep, and if you still had not been so frightened, you would have smoothed it out to look more presentable. But there was no time. Your anxiety spiked thinking about how you were worried about your appearance when the person you cared for the most in this world could be lying dead or injured in his bed, alone with no one to help him. At this thought, your hesitation ceased.

Taking the flat of your palm to the wood before you, you pummeled it frantically. “Aemond! Aemond!” you half hissed, half shouted into the door.

At once, the door swung open and you almost fell to your knees before the quizzical looking man in front of you, had he not snaked his arm around your waist the second he registered it was you. The palms of your hands came to rest upon his chest and you looked up into his very much still alive gaze, and intact patch.

“Thank the Gods. Thank the Gods.” you said.

Upon seeing your frantic state, he wildly grabbed your face, searching it and the rest of your body for the source of your distress.

“Y/N! Y/N! Look at me. Look at me!” he demanded.

You met his eye, and let out a sigh of relief.

“I-I had to come to you. I had to make sure you were safe.”

“What do you speak of, sweet girl? What has happened? Are you well?”

You could have laughed with relief if you were not feeling quite so shaken still. Of course he was asking about you. About you, as if you hadn’t just dreamt his death. Shaking your head you told him you were fine, and started to explain the nature of your disturbance, but sobs choked the words from your mouth. Remembering the sick blue pallor his skin had taken on after you dreamt his throat slit, you started to hyperventilate, and Aemond pulled you into his room and shut the door behind you two, and sat you on the nearest chaise that was situated by the fireplace, without letting go of your waist even for a moment.

Realizing you were currently unable to speak, he held you close. You tucked your head in the crook of his neck, and threw your arms around his neck, dearly hoping you weren’t disgusting him with your tears and snot getting on him from crying so hard. His grip did not waver, though.If anything, he just held on to you tighter at feeling your distress. The settee was wide enough for him to hold the entire upper half of your body with both of you comfortably sitting next to each other. Cradling you, he began to stroke your hair, and rocked you both back and forth slowly in a soothing motion.

“Let it out, darling. You’re safe here.” he assured you.

No one realized how tender the fearsome Prince really could be. This went on for what seemed like eternity to you at first, but as you slowly left your head and those horrible thoughts, and focused on where you were now, you felt your body and mind begin to calm down.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s my girl, shhh, shhh, shhh” he said, when your sobs started to slow.

Lifting your head and tenderly brushing away the hair that was now plastered to your face with your own tears, he spoke again.

“Now, do you think you can tell me what’s happened?”

Suddenly, you felt very foolish. You sheepishly wiped your nose, still hiccuping and attempting to speak though errant sobs broke through your sentences.

“Well, I-I-had a dream.”

Aemond was never one to make you feel silly when you expressed things that were clearly impacting you deeply. He stayed silent and listened, scratching and rubbing the back of your head lightly while cradling your skull, your body tucked into his, trying to keep you focused on him, the present, and your story.

“I thought- you said, and paused. I saw your death, Aemond. It felt so real. I was there. You were cold. They ripped off your patch and took your jewel. They slit your throat. You were so cold, you repeated. At this, you shuddered, and then continued on, I had to come here. I had to come to you. I had to make sure it was truly just a dream.”

Describing the brutal imagery in your head out loud had made it feel so real again, and the pace of your sobs picked back up.

Taking your hand, Aemond placed it over his heart so you could feel it beating. It was strong and consistent.

“I am here, Y/N. I am safe. I am well, especially so with you here in my arms.” he said, holding his hand over yours that centered above his warm beating heart.“I desire you, Aemond. I desire your safety desperately, above all else,” you whispered softly, as if you were afraid of your own words. And truthfully, you were.

Despite the gestures, stolen glances and touches, nothing so bold had ever been admitted out loud between you two.

At hearing these words leave her soft lips, Aemond felt a rush of warmth and affection spread throughout his body. The sensation was so physical, he felt lightheaded and dizzy, like when he first rode Vhagar and she took a deep dive to the sea below. He could only think of one thing to do to ground himself back to Earth again.

He looked up from both of your hands intertwined on his chest, and met your eyes. Looking up to his elegant face, you saw the flames from the fire flicker and bounce off of it.

Beautiful, you thought.

Though he felt guilty for relishing in your obvious distress, he was so touched how much you are affected by this, no one's ever cared for him so deeply before, and it sparks something in him.

Looking at you with such reverence, he slowly brought his face down to yours. You could feel his hot breath mixing with your own, and for a moment you both just looked at one another. So close together, you kept one hand locked with his own on his chest, and dragged your other one up his chest and shoulder, until you were grasping the back of his neck, and his eyes flickered shut. You followed suit, closing your lashes (still wet from crying) and it wasn’t but a second later that you felt his lips graze yours, closing the distance.

When you kissed, it felt so inevitable. Natural.

You were both on fire, bound.

Inhaling through his nostrils, he deepened the kiss, and you felt the pressure of his lips increase against yours. Swiping your tongue against his lower lip, you demanded entrance, and he gladly let you in. You needed to feel him. You needed to feel his spark, and reassure yourself he was not fading away. He was here. He was not leaving this world. Leaving you. He had broken his hand out of your grip so he could grab the sides of your face. His tongue lapped into your mouth deeply, as if he were the ocean’s waves seeking the moon itself.

Tangling your hands into his fine silver hair. Tugging. Pulling. Wanting him, nothing but him, desperate.

His hand moved from your face to your waist, pulling your body on top of his, so you were in his lap. He used his other hand to turn your face and you gasped for air, while he started to focus his attention to your neck, alternating between gently kissing the delicate skin there and peppering kisses up your jaw, until his lips met yours again.

Lightly caressing your shoulder, you shivered, and your eyes met his, wanting. Keeping his eye on yours the whole time, his hand drifted lower, and his lips met your own again, and he gently palmed your breast through the flimsy nightgown. His hands were so big, fingers so long, and though you had ample bosom, his palm covered it fully without issue.

“Vok ābra.”

“ñuha vok ābra” he said, praising you.

Licking into his mouth, you groaned at the feeling of his hand gripping your breast harder, and put your palm over his, urging him on. Still gripping his neck, you sighed in contentment, and set your hips down to roll over his.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck”

Now, you did not consider yourself naive. Your septas have taught you what goes on between a man and woman, but not in every detail. Your movements were as organic as the sunrise. Both of you were just listening to each other’s bodies, and doing what felt right. His nightshorts were very different from the thick leather he normally preferred to dawn, and through them, you could feel the tent in his pants straining more and more by the second. At this angle, on top of him, you could position yourself perfectly, so your core was settled right upon his dick. Continuing faster, you felt his dick hit your clit just right, and you gasped loudly. Sliding back and forth so the pressure alternated between your inner center and bundle of nerves, Neither he nor you could tell who was causing the wet spot that both of you felt growing between you two, but at the realization of it, he groaned loudly. Becoming frantic, you worked your body faster and faster until the pressure was ready to snap, and his hips thrusted up into yours. His grip had fallen to your thighs, and he was sucking and kissing on your neck, pausing every so often to kiss you deeply and swirl his tongue around yours, while you took and gave pleasure to you both. Panting in each other’s mouths, you told him,

“ozbāragon nyke,” knowing a bit of the old Valyrian language yourself.

“So I will continue to feel you after tonight.” you explained.

You took both of his palms, and placed them back on your chest, wanting him to feel you too. Your breasts underneath your nightgown, and your racing heartbeat under them as well.

The look he had in his eye made you want to explode. Intense beyond any look you had ever seen. Eye glimmering, it never left yours. Between the physical sensation of his body against yours, and seeing him like that, It felt as if you would indeed explode.

“kessa” he whispered against your neck, and sucked down hard, until you felt your blood break and begin to bloom under his lips. At this sensation, your hips began to stutter, and lose their rhythm.

Thrusting sloppily now, and although you did not have an exact idea of what was about to happen, you trusted him completely, and knew in your heart it was nothing to be fearful of. Nothing that felt this perfect and electric could be unholy. He was taking you somewhere, and you were letting him, without reservation.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” He repeated into your mouth as he came forcefully.

Between feeling the warm stickiness soak even more through his pants and into your panties, and the sensation of him sucking on your neck, you let go. You feel your whole body tense, and then relax. A warm sensation grew throughout your body, from your toes to your forehead.

“Aemond. Aemond.” you cried out, and grasped him desperately as you rode through your first high of this kind.

“I’ve got you, my love. I’ve got you.” he said, hugging you close.

And you knew, without a doubt, that he did.

Both too exhausted to discuss the events of the last two hours, you let your head rest against his chest while you were still sprawled on top of him. Both of you had been breathing so heavily, but now, your breaths had slowed back to normal.

You heard his heartbeat, felt his chest rise, and were assured of his strong life force.

Reassured, you closed your eyes, and let yourself fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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I heard Xenonorphs!!!! Do you have any headcanons for them?

Did one with just one Xenomorph awhile ago! Now I'll do a small group of them here :) Been playing Aliens: Fireteam Elite so I decided to use some Xenomorph types from that.

Yandere! Xenomorph (Multiple) Concept

Similar Concepts:

Singular Xenomorph Concept

Xenomorph Nesting Behavior

Pairing: Animal/Pet-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Drooling, Injury, Obsession, Aliens, Scenting, Jealousy, Murder implied, Possessive behavior, Stalking

Xenomorphs act very similar when alone or in groups.

It's that if you have a group who adores you, they're much more social.

They plot amongst each other.

From two to 20 or more, Xenomorphs will swarm around their obsession.

Constant foreign chitters are heard all around you while they do the Xenomorph form of "gossip".

Be wary of how many you have attached to you.

They will all come to you for some sort of affection.

They don't understand the concept of personal space well.

They may even topple you over, nuzzling you into the ground.

Xenomorphs also come in different types and sizes, like in Aliens: Fireteam Elite.

Xenomorphs higher in ability and rank will be bigger.

Drones, Warriors, Prowlers, Spitters, etc will expect to be the first Xenomorphs you pay attention to (Assuming there isn't any Praetorians, Queens, or anything higher).

Then you can pay attention to the smaller fodder Xenomorphs (Runners).

The cool thing about having multiple Xenomorphs, especially many stronger ones, is they are at your command.

Unless such orders conflict with their loyalty to the Queen....

It's better to have these creatures on your side compared to against you.

Even though their affection is... disturbing.

Xenomorphs run on acid but they don't really create body heat.

Which means when they dog pile onto you, it isn't necessarily comfortable.

They're hard and crushing more than anything.

Though that doesn't stop them from trying.

The more Xenomorphs you add, the harder it is to get away.

You could have a whole pack stalking you when you don't even know it.

Then if you try to run, they'll do everything in their power to put a stop to it.

They'll pounce on you to hold you still.

If they're a Spitter, they'll trap you with acid.

Xenomorphs may hurt you unintentionally with their claws, teeth, and acid.

Then they'll whine when you scream and scold them.

They didn't mean to!

This may even cause them to cast out other Xenomorphs who hurt you.

You deserve only the best.

Xenomorphs are even more deadly towards outsiders when they swarm around you.

Due to the mix of pheromones and unfamiliar smells, the entire group will freak out if another human or Xenomorph group appeared.

They get irritated when they sense something interrupting their time with you.

They fight other Xenomorphs due to territorial behavior.

This is their hive, you're staying here.

They'd also be set off upon smelling another human.

No matter the gender, they feel threatened.

Another one of your kind?

They could take you away from them.

Xenomorphs can get temperamental when it comes to anything that threatens you or the hive.

They quickly get sent into bloodlust when they are on edge.

You calm them, luckily.

Though... you are sacrificing your freedom for the safety of others-

Xenomorph affection is there, you have to learn/teach it however.

They all sniff you often.

Your smell, along with their smell smeared on you, reassures them you're theirs.

Then there's the drooling.

Unless by Spitters, it is not acidic.

It is sticky, unfortunately.

The drool is like a permanant scent marker for them.

Sometimes they act a lot like animals, which is usually done by Runners.

They lay their head in your lap, chittering softly.

They beg to be pet and given attention like dogs or cats.

Then there's Xenomorphs that act more like humans.

These are usually Drones and Warriors, most of the bipedal ones.

These Xenomorphs try to replicate the way humans display affection between partners.

They'll leap onto you in a hug or press their teeth to your skin.

No biting, just... light pressing.

Praetorians and Queens do the same as Drones and Warriors in terms of affection.

A lot of the time Xenomorphs mirror what they see you do.

They're animalistic and possessive by default.

But they learn affection through you.

It's hard to find alone time with them.

Resting the best you can in the hive they forced you in?

You wake up to like four on you.

Going for a walk?

The walls seem to be moving.

They like to keep you in sight.

It helps them know you're safe.

It's hard to say if they feel love towards you.

Maybe not traditionally, but there's something there.

It's much more animalistic desire rather than love.

They don't understand why they feel this way.

It feels nice, however.

Their desire is worse in groups.

They'll easily gang up on you, determined to chase this foreign desire of theirs.

Yandere Xenomorphs share the same behavior they did when singular.

It's just now there's so many of them...

...and only one of you.

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