Hear Me Out, I Can Either Post Part 9of Could We Work? Today Or Tomorrow. OR I Could Post A Part 2 To

Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments

Also letting you all know I’m taking requests again!! But take heed of my username. I wrote it but never watched it.

I will do:

Michael Langdon

Peter Parker

Billy Hargrove

Jack Harlow

Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)

Ben hargreeves

Xavier plympton

Evan peters

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.

becoming an adult cheat sheet!

learn to coupon

what to do when you can’t afford therapy

cleaning your bathroom

what to do when you can’t pay your bills

stress management

quick fix meals

find out if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

resume workshop

organize your closet

how to take care of yourself when you’re sick

what you should bring to a doctor’s appointment

what’s a mortgage?

how to pick a health insurance plan

hotlines list

your first gynecology appointment

what to do if the cops pull you over

things to have in your car in case of emergency

my moving out masterpost

how to make friends as an adult (video)

how to do taxes (video)

recommended reads for surviving adulthood (video)

change a flat tire (video)

how to do laundry (video)

opening a bank account (video)

laundry cheat sheet

recipes masterpost

tricks to help you sleep more

what the fuck should you make for dinner?

where should you go for drinks?

alcohol: know your limits

easy makeup tips

find seat maps for your flight

self-defense tips

prevent hangovers

workout masterpost

how to write a check

career builder

browse careers

birth control information

financial management software & app (free)

my mental health masterpost

my college applications masterpost

how to jumpstart a car

sex ed masterpost

id love to request a michael langdon x reader full of angst, maybe reader really doesn't agree with this whole destroy the world thing and tries to talk him out of it and it leads to a huge argument! good or bad ending :) thank you for the chance xoxo

Hope you like this! Tell me if you want me to continue it!

Micheal Langdon x f!reader

Word count: 924

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From the moment I met Micheal, I knew that I would always love him, but as time passes and his fulfillment of the end of the world nears I find my heart wavering. All his time has been consumed with fulfilling this mission, I told him that I wanted to start a family and watch our kids grow up. But I won’t be able to do any of that with him, he is more concerned with making his father happy. Though he doesn’t know what else to do with his power, I want to talk to him more and try to get through to him. But he is always at the cooperative having meetings and “handling business “. He has missed our last two date nights it’s starting to get on my nerve. I can only take so much distance and lack effort before I explode. So now as I walk through the cooperative building to Michael’s office, I’m at my limit. The only sound heard through the crowded halls was my boots clicking against the floor as everyone watch me walk. As I approach Michael’s office door it opens before me, exiting the office are two males who appear to be high. They look me up and down before they start attempting to hit on me, I roll my eyes and walk into my husband’s office. I am not met with a smile, a hello, or even a wave, instead, I am met with the mastered voice of intimidation.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned me, I scoffed and walk up to his desk.

“You and I need to talk” I state, he finally looks up at me. I place my purse on his desk and take a seat on the chair opposite of him

“What could be so important that you couldn’t wait until I come home?” He asked me in a condescending tone.

“When was the last time you were home?” I corrected, he simply raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

“If you’ve come to start an argument with me about my work in my office. Then you can go home now because it won’t happen” he dismissed me, and I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Darling, I came to have a simple conversation with you because you can’t seem to find the time anymore to sit down and talk to your wife. You are too busy fulfilling everyone’s needs but mine, you used to be the best partner a woman could ever dream of now you’ve just turned to shit.” I hissed at him, he didn’t say anything but he stood up and walked over to my chair. Once he was directly in front of me he bent down close to my ear.

“We can talk about this at home, go home before my temper gets the better of me” he reprimanded, I sighed and leaned back.

“Michael, I’m not your little fucking follower. I don’t have to listen to you, you don’t own me. So I’m staying right here so we can have this conversation as husband and wife. Not man and his whore.” I scoffed, he stood up and leaned back against his desk before making eye contact with me again.

“Okay, darling what is so important that you had to come and cause a big scene at my place of work?” He pressed

“Michael, why are you rushing to bring the end of the world to fruition? Why can’t you take your time? I have told you countless times that I want to have a family with you and be able to watch them-“

“So you came to my office to whine about me fulfilling my purpose? Here I thought you would support me in my dreams, but you came here to try and convince me not to do what I was put on this earth to do. If that is all you came for, you can leave now” he cut me off, I was upset but moreover, I was disappointed.

“Michael, I hope you find all the joy that you are hoping for in your dreams. I hope that you find someone to share that joy with too. I can’t and won’t be that person, I’m going back to my true home. You should be happy, you won’t ever have to hear me whine about your purpose.” I said standing up to gather my things. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

“Darling don’t be silly, you were made for me. My joy is your joy, you are to stay on this earth until we are both ready to go” he demanded

“Honey, I was never made for you. I am an angel, you are an Antichrist. If you won’t even hear my comments and complaints out to their entirety then don’t complain when I chose to leave you here. You want to crush my dreams so bad that I don’t even want to share my dreams with you anymore. I have loved you for years and I will continue to love you for many millennia but I can’t stay with you if you are interested in crushing what I want” I berated, I pulled my hand from his grasp and picked up my purse.

“We can talk about this Angel, how about we go out to a nice restaurant somewhere secluded? We can talk over everything, tonight” he pleaded, his demeanor had changed now. Standing before me was now the scared, empathetic Michael Langdon that I fell in love with.

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𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Miguel asked you to keep a secret, so naturally everyone is about to find out.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader

No warnings! Just a humorous drunk!reader drabble :)

“How much did she have to drink?”

“Maybe three beers?”

“Oh, she’s out of it.”

“How so?”

“She’s been tellin’ everyone she has a boyfriend.”

Jessica Drew’s eyebrows shot up. “Who?”

Hobie merely shrugged.

You threw them a death glare before trying to negotiate with Peter Parker for another bottle, but all to no avail.

“Please! Give me another one,” you whined, sitting down with a thump on the chair oposite to his. “I’m not drunk!”

“How many fingers am I holding up, then?”

You shove his hand away. “Seven… don’t be silly!”

He banged his hand on the table. “See? You have zero tolerance.”

“You have seven fingers on that hand, Jerry!”

“Who’s Jerry?”

You gasped loudly at the sight of Gwen sitting to your right. “When did you get here?”

“What? I was here the whole time.”

Peter cleared his throat. “Gwen, take a good look at her,” he mustered a serious voice. “You don’t want this to happen when you grow up.”

You leant back in your seat with a sigh of frustration. “I want Miguel.”

“Miguel… O’hara?”

“Gwen, she’s drunk,” you heard Peter whispering.

“Hey! What did we miss?”

Miles and Pavitr nade their way through the busy crowd of fellow spiders, each holding a glass of apple juice.

“Took you some time!” Peter beamed with a wife smile, scooting to the side so they could join the group at the table. “Nice job, kids. The mission was a success.”

“Miguel seemed unimpressed,” Miles grumbled into the heel of his hand.

Peter hid a bottle away before you could snatch it from him, earning a grunt. “I’m sure he’s delighted!”

“Yeah? That’s his delighted face? Looked like someone had just threatened to break canon.”

Pavitr patted his back. “That’s just his regular face, Miles.”

“But he’s really hot…” you said dreamily with an ear-to-ear smile, leaning into Hobie’s shoulder.

Multiple pairs of eyes blinked at you.

Pavitr spoke first. “Miguel?”

Both Miles and Gwen were looking at you like you’d grown a third arm.

“Maybe we should get him here?” You heard Jess saying from behind you. “And you,” her hands gripped both your shoulders to straighten you up in your seat. “You need to sober up.”

You stuck out your tongue as the other spider-woman brought her travel watch to eye-level.

“Lyla, I’m guessing Miguel doesn’t want to come, but—”

The AI cut Jess off with a cheeky smile. “He’s on his way, actually.”

“Miguel is coming?” Peter beamed, unable to contain his excitement.

“Great!” You clapped your hands a couple of times, eager to see him.

Hobie took a sip of his drink. “Bet he’s gonna ruin the vibe.”

Miles nodded right away.

You were about to protest when a chorus of greetings from diverse spiders echoed throughout the bar.

“Evening, boss.”

“Miguel! Great to see you here tonight.”

“Howdy, boss.”

“Meow!”

He was here and once he came into your field of vision — albeit slightly blurred — you felt your heart flutter.

“Look who decided to come out of his cave,” Jess said, her lips quirking up into a smile.

“Miguel!” Peter punched his bicep playfully.

You were waving your hands enthusiastically at him. “Hiiiiii!”

But Miguel wasn’t amused.

His eyes roamed across the table.

“Who brought the beer?”

Everyone immediately pointed at Peter — you included — who was already smiling sheepishly while raising both hands in defense.

“Miguel, we’re just celebrating a successful mission and—”

“Peter, how many times must I tell you not to bring that stuff here?”

“She only had a couple of beers,” Peter replied. “It’s not that strong. I don’t thin—”

“That’s your problem! You never think,” he replied, jabbing a finger at bim.

You giggled. Miguel looked extra hot when he was pissed off. Poor Peter, though.

“Up you go,” Hobie said, hoisting you from your seat, trying his best to keep your balance. “Mind your feet.”

“Wait where are we going?”

“You need to get some fresh air,” he said, helping your arm around his neck for support. “Mr’ Grumpy is about to ruin the mood, I reckon.”

You didn’t want to leave, but figured Hobie was right. He was always right.

“Where are you going?” You heard a voice call out once you’d turned your back.

You twirled on your feet nearly tripping and knocking Hobie down in the process.

“Wait… why are there two of you?” You hiccuped.

Both Miguels arched an eyebrow simultaneously. Impeccable synchronisation. “Two of… what?”

You reached out with your hand to touch one of them but it met with nothing but air.

Huh?

“We were goin’ out for some air.”

You shook your head and the two spider-man 2099 had finally merged into one.

You fluttered your eyelashes dramatically at him. “The just one last beer… pleeeeease…”

“I really can’t do that.”

“But you can do me!” you blurted out with a wink.

Miguel pursed his lips.

Chaos immediately erupted from the bar table, causing some of the spiders nearby to shift their attention to the commotion.

“Language! There’s kids here!” Peter said, trying to cover Gwen’s ears.

“We are not kids!”

Jessica clicked her tongue. “No more drinks for you, young lady.”

“—you are still kids at heart!” Peter was now dealing three very grumpy young spiders.

Hobie, however, saluted you with a proud smile on his face. “You left Miguel O’hara speechless. Respect.”

You giggled at Miguel who was definitely not amused. At all.

Before your brain could process what was happening, your body was being hauled from the ground and tossed over someone’s shoulder.

“Time to go home.”

“PUT ME DOWN!” you protested, balling your fists and smashing them against a very hardened surface. “MY BOYFRIEND IS GOING TO DEAL WITH YOU!”

You felt your stomach lurch violently from the motion and decided to tap your webshooters in an attention to free yourself.

The result was…

“HEY! Get-get this off me!”

“I’m sorry, Pavitr!”

Your blob of web had landed on his face, sending the young spider into a frenzy as both Miles and Gwen hurried to aid him.

“Who’s the bloke, hm?” Hobie asked with a grin.

“It’s classified!”

The spider-punk scoffed. “Is that code word for ‘capitalist knobhead’?”

“Funny, ‘cause when I first met Miguel he—” Gwen started.

But was promptly cut off. “Lyla, deactive her webshooters before someone loses an eye.”

“On it, boss!”

You growled in annoyance as an orange beam hit your wrists, rendering the devices uselss. It didn’t take long before you were being dragged out of the bar, multiple spiders glaring you and whispering to each other.

“We can take her home,” Jessica offered, patting the top of your head endearingly. “It’s close by.”

“No, I’ll do it.”

Hobie seemed visibly amused. “Maybe we should wait for her boyfriend to get here.”

The big man carrying you halted his steps.

“What?”

You blinked a few times as you saw the pavement start to tilt and go into a swirl. “I’m going to fall!”

A strong arm came to wrap around your waist, keeping your firmly in place.

That was close.

“Yeah she’s been sayin’ her boyfriend’s gonna be here,” Hobie shrugged.

“She’s had too much to drink,” Peter said dismissively.

“And he is!” you snapped. “See, he’s very strong, Jerry.”

“Really?”

“He’s the strongest spider-man,” you smiled, pride evident in your voice. “Very handsome…”

The spiders in front of you exhanged confused looks and as the motion resumed, your insides flipped momentarily.

“He’s really big, too…”

Jess spoke this time. “Big? As in… tall?”

You nodded. “Right! But also… his dic—”

“Enough!”

“Bloody hell…”

“Woah!” Jess gasped.

Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen, on the other hand, were having the time of their lives.

“Miguel’s face!” Gwen chuckled as Miles leaned on her shoulder fighting back the tears.

Oh. Right.

Miguel was the one carrying you…

Peter was absolutely scandalised, urging them back inside. “Let’s finish our apple juice,” Peter called, ruffling Pavitr’s hair. “I have these amazing photos of Mayday to show!”

None of the budged, though, enjoying the show.

“Real shame your boyfriend isn’t here to witness this,” Hobie said.

You grinned. “But he is! Right here!” you accentuated each word with a pat between Miguel’s shoulderblades.

“Ah, knew she was talking gibberish,” Hobie clicked his tongue.

Jess came to take a look at Miguel’s face. “I… don’t think she is.”

“Well! What a fun night,” Peter said in his usual cheerful voice.

“Wait… WHAT?!” Gwen and Pavitr half-yelled in unison.

Miguel let out growl. “Go back inside. We’ll talk about the next mission tomorrow.”

“But—”

He turned to face them, which had you clamp one hand on your mouth from the turbulence.

All three of them rushed back inside with Peter following closely behind.

“No wonder you showed up for once,” Jess said adjusting her glasses.

“Please… don’t start,” Miguel sighed. “Especially you.”

Hobie adjusted a couple of pins on his vest. “Chill, bro.”

“Say bye-bye,” Miguel said, tapping the back of your thighs.

You waved your hand clumsily at them. “Byeeee!”

Both of them returned the gesture, chuckling.

In no time, you felt yourself being hurled into the night sky across the tall buildings that covered the landscape of Nueva York.

The cool air and silence allowed the realisation to suddenly dawn on you as Miguel carried you effortlessly with each swing of his web, red glow flashing around you.

Fuck…

“They all know, don’t they…” you mumbled into his embrace when he made a quick stop at a rooftop.

“Yes.”

“Sorry, Miguel…” you hiccuped.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “It was only a matter of time, I suppose.”

You curled up against him, cheek resting on his shoulder as he heaved a deep sigh and ran one hand along your back in a loving caress.

He had wanted it to be a secret mostly because he feared others might see it as a liability. After all, as long as he put up a front that he had nothing to lose, then it would be a great asset to have in this line of work.

Or so he thought.

Feeling the pounding headache brewing inside your head, you merely groaned into the crook of his neck.

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Could we work?Pt9

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments,fighting, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part Five to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7| Pt.8

Word count:661

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Walking into school was a normal occurrence, but walking into school to be greeted by Billy on the verge of killing another student was new, for me at least. I walked through the crowd and saw Billy at the center on top of another boy beating the living shit out of him, I sighed and stopped in front of Billy. I squatted down to his level placing my books in front of my legs to stop people from looking up my skirt. He looked at me and stopped punching the poor kid, I raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged my shoulders. He just watched as I stood back up and walked away, I didn’t need to talk for Billy to finally understand me. It’s been two and a half months since he met me now, he took one last look at the kid on the ground and got up. The crowd parted for him slowly dispersing as he made his way closer to where I stood at my locker, I looked at him for a quick second and smiled.

“That kid was talking shit about you, he called you a whore for hanging around me” Billy elaborated, my smile faded and I nodded closing my locker.

“But he won’t be able to talk now, even if he does I’ll kill him.” He said, I let out a small laugh and I started walking to our class. Billy followed me to class and didn’t leave my side, there were a lot of whispers and stares from people about this morning’s incident. As we sat down, a girl walked over to Billy’s side of the desk.

“Hey Billy, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the drive-in later? I heard there’s a new slasher film out.” She asked suggestively, Billy smirked and licked his lips.

“Actually I have a hot date tonight, sorry toots” He stated confidently, she looked a little upset but quickly ‘masked’ it with a sarcastic smile and marched away. I wrote a note to Billy before taking out my class materials. ‘Billy, a lot of the girls are gossiping about a night with you, I bet she just wanted to try it.’ He read the note before turning to me, he laughed and rolled his eyes.

“What happened to wanting your man to be untouchable by other girls?” He inquired, I was actually confused. My mind was wandering the whole class period, why would Billy Hargrove not jump to sleep with a girl? He is known for not wanting to be tied down, is he changing for me? No way, that’s ridiculous, right?

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Lunch finally came around and I quickly Grabbed Amara dragging her out to my car. She was very confused as I usually acted pretty calm, once she and I were in the car I started to spill.

“Amara, he’s changing. Well, I think he is, he turned down sex for me. He beat up a kid for me, and he really listened to me. I think he wants to actually be with me or he’s trying really hard to sleep with me. But I want to believe he just wants to be with me, I’m tired of all these guys just trying to get in my pants.” I rambled

“Calm down, Y/N I’ve seen how he acts with you. Though I have a little bit of suspicion, I truly think he wants to be with you. But you can’t let him know, just keep acting how you have been and see where it goes. I heard he’s trouble and I would hate to have to hide a body.” She said, I laughed at her last comment and she smiled. It was sweet until I heard a knock on my window. I turned around to see Billy standing there, I opened the car door and he bent down to meet my line of sight.

“If you don’t feed me who will” He commented

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