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yourlocalstranger123 · 10 months

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||Mermaid Miguel||

Artist: NikSaf (or NikSaf_art) app: Twitter

Note: I'm using a translator for Spanish. You can correct me if you want. [The way I made this fic so random]

When it said: "I can't eat raw fish" (but, for sure, we're gonna eat some raw fish 🤭) [help. I'm being held hostage by my friend unless I type this. Help]

Part 2 —

Honestly. You were just on a small land, but enough resources to live at least. You're the only person who lives there, but some people visit left and right sometimes. You had a very calm and peaceful life until you accidentally....fish out a VERY big....fish?

You dragged him up even though he was a little heavy with both of your arms hooked with his or just. Straight up carrying him princess style. (Or even dragging him by the tail)

You. Were. Stunned.....you fished out a Merman?! Honestly, you thought mermaids were just fairytales, but I guess not since you're seeing one right now! (Damn, but this one is a hot lookin fish— I mean. Merman)

You were panicking. Should you run? Or check if it's alive? Ask him if he's ok? Wait. Can he even speak english? Or can he even speak at all??? While you were in the abyss of your thoughts, the unknown merman just stared at you.

When you finally collected your thoughts, you felt water spashing on you, well. Not that much. It's more like sprinkling since he's just shaking his hair from the water. He suddenly backed away from you, claws open. (Wait....fish has claws?—)

You put both of your hands in the air as a sign of peace. Not wanting to be looked as a threat. He tilted his head and just slowly backed away, slipping back into the water. Welp, that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see such a beauty again.

You laid there, fishing rod in your hand as you wait for a fish to pull on the string. Basking in the sunlight in such comfort that you could fall asleep if it wasn't for a certain stare burning a hole through you...

Miguel frowning as he watched you just sitting there. Not even bothering to look who was staring at you and just letting them. (Him)

He wonders why you're just. There. You don't even bother going back to that place called a city. You just. Stayed. He's been actually stalking watching you for a while. Waiting for the moment for you to leave to make his heart stop racing and ache.

But not for a single moment, you never left. He even tried many tactics to make you leave, like leaving fish blood, dead bodies of ocean animals, or anything! But. You just...shrugged.

He became increasingly interested in you. Even to the point his tail is wagging like a dog waiting for its owner excitedly. He found out you fell asleep as he sneakily went up to you, dragging his body with his arms. Finally, getting a good look on you, he felt memorized.

Before he left, he tried nuzzling his face to yours, feeling the soft flesh against his. Just like how he saw other humans showing physical affection to each other. Feeling satisfied, he left in a swift motion before you woke up.

The next day, you decided to fish again as it's now your hobby since it's been a bit boring ever since you came to the land. You flinched when you felt a hand that felt like it was soaked in water, taking off your hat that was covering your face.

You see the same handsome merman, looking at you in curiosity. Pausing as you don't know what to do. You put your hand out for him since he kept staring at it as if interested. He slowly and softly put his head on your hand. Nuzzling it as his tail seemed to swish left to right in a wagging motion.

You were about to say something until he went back into the water and after a few minutes, he rose up from the water with a fish in his mouth. He went closer to you, reaching for your lap as he dropped the fish in your hands.

"You....want me to eat this?"

He nodded. Oh. Wait. Seems like he knows english-

You just put it back behind your back, "thanks. I will, uhh, eat it later."

He frowned. Making you feel very nervous. So you just tried walking away to get things to maybe make a fireplace so you can at least cook it to make it edible for you. He noticed this and grabbed your wrist, thinking that your leaving him.

He pulled you over to him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. "Uhh...Mermaid man, im trying to-"

"My name is....Miguel. Not Mermaid Man."

You were stunned. He could also speak? You patted his head as he snuggled you closer.

"no me dejes solo...por favor?"

You paused. Thinking what to do. You'll just simply tell him, "I can't eat raw fish, pretty boy."

He paused at the mention to him as pretty boy. He quickly lets you go, looking away so you can't see the blush on his face. You quietly went away, getting some wood for the fireplace.

After you come back, you see him, miguel in the water, waiting for you. You patted your lap as Miguel hesitantly but hurryingly comes over to you. He flinched when you put a wet towel on his neck where his gills were but slowly got comfortable. (I think Mermaids need their gills to not be dry so they can breathe)

He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.

Maybe living with a Merman isn't so bad after all.

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everlastlady · 7 months

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Boyfriend Miguel O 'Hara.

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✰ author's note: Hello my starlights~ Decided to write this and get it out of my system before I start getting to request in my box because there are 11 request. So I hope that you enjoy this boyfriend Miguel story that I wrote instead of sleeping if you want husband Miguel then just let me know or drop it in my inbox with any ideas that you have. If you loved this cute short story then please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging. Remember to always support your local community writers or writers in general. Also don't forget to eat, drink water, take your medicine, and that you are loved.

✰ word count: 874.

✰ story contains: Gender neutral reader, mentions of sexual pleasure, romantic Miguel, and overall romance.

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Boyfriend Miguel who doesn’t talk about his relationship with you to everyone at the spider society because he still wants to be seen as a serious and intimidating boss. But once he goes home, he loves to shower in affection. He’ll bury his face into the crook of your neck and inhale the scent of you because he missed you so much. He’ll want to hear about your day while he makes the two of you dinner. He’ll rub your feet from when you had an exhausting day. He’ll listen to you vent about your boss and annoying co-workers. Miguel doesn’t mind taking pictures with you. He’ll even get some pictures or videos of you. When he’s at the society he makes sure that no one is around so he can look at them. Boyfriend Miguel who spoils you by getting you anything you want. He wants you to quit your job so that he can take care of you. He's a man with a lot of money so there is no reason to work. But you don’t mind your job sometimes and you like having your own money. Miguel respects your choice but still spoils you. Boyfriend Miguel who finds it adorable when you wear his shirts, sweatpants, or boxers. Boyfriend Miguel who loves you no matter what size you are and will go at anyone who shames you for your body shape and size, he thinks you are beautiful no matter what scars or marks you have on your skin. Boyfriend Miguel who takes a break from being Spiderman so he can spend time with you and take you on trips. Boyfriend Miguel who cuddles you in bed wanting to feel close to you. If you wake up before him, you aren’t getting out of bed unless you have to pee.

Boyfriend Miguel who eventually introduced you to the spider society. Jess wonders how someone small and sweet as you could date Miguel but she is happy for you both. Peter loves the videos and pictures that you showed him of Miguel and you. You even agreed to watch Mayday which is a blast because now you have something to do when Miguel is busy. Boyfriend Miguel who whenever you both get into an argument, he’ll buy you a rose after every argument and apologize. Now if you are in the wrong and apologize, Miguel will forgive you and kiss your head. Boyfriend Miguel who’s favorite thing to do with you is dance and cook. He loves the way you both dance together, he doesn’t care if you don’t know how to dance he has fun either way. Boyfriend Miguel who lets you cry it out on him and vent. He lets you know your feelings are valid and he’s here to listen. Boyfriend Miguel who let you try his digital suit once and one look he was already on you. Boyfriend Miguel who sometimes wears his glasses but you remind him to use them when he’s at home looking at screens all day, he doesn’t like them but you tell him that he looks handsome. Boyfriend Miguel who lets you touch his fangs he just sits there with his mouth open but after his jaw gets tired he’ll set you aside. He also lets you know that his fangs are venomous so he doesn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself. Boyfriend Miguel who originally met you at your workplace and was flustered with how you talked with him. Miguel who asked you out on a date when coming into your workplace, Miguel who took you to a restaurant.

Miguel who asked you out on the 6th date. Boyfriend Miguel who takes you to that same restaurant on your anniversary and then goes on a walk with you in the park underneath the stars. Boyfriend Miguel who scolds you and Lyla for pulling pranks on him. Boyfriend Miguel who gets a bit jealous whenever you give Lyla more attention then him. Boyfriend Miguel who is like a walking heater when it’s a cold day Miguel will be sure to keep you warm especially in different ways~ Boyfriend Miguel who appreciates when you place a blanket over him when he falls asleep from working, when you help into bed, or when you bring him food and water. Miguel appreciates everything you do for him even when you tell him to slow down and take breaks. Boyfriend Miguel who loves to pick you up and carry you around the house while he yells loudly how he has the best partner in the damn world. Boyfriend Miguel who loves to take you shopping and likes to see what outfits you try on. Boyfriend Miguel who deals with your plushie collection but sometimes wants to cuddle with you in bed but you're busy cuddling your favorite plushie. Boyfriend Miguel who lets you pack his lunch because when you did the first time, he found it adorable and now looks forward to whatever lunch you made for him. And finally Boyfriend Miguel who gets down on one knee to propose to you in his spider suit on a rooftop where the stars and city lights look beautiful, he is no longer boyfriend Miguel but now Husband Miguel.

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miguellover07 · 8 months

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Dorky Miguel

Miguel x gn!reader, fluff, around 630 words

Miguel hears small sobbs and whimpers while passing the hallway so he opens the storage room and it was the least person he expected: you.

He finds you sitting there on the cold floor, knees pulled up and face buried into your hands, shivering and obviously having a breakdown.

Too embarrassed to check who opened the door, you dont dare looking up, hoping they would just leave you alone again.

Sighing he kneels down in front of you, putting his large hands on your knees with the intend to somehow comfort you "hey..." he says in a quiet and soft tone as to not stratle you.

After minutes of you not answering him, he sighs again "at least look at me..." and with hesitation you lift your tear-stained, make-up smeared face.

"What happend?" he asks with the same gentle tone and you can´t help but break down again as your worries and negative feeling overtake you again.

Unable to hold back the sobbs and tears, you hide your face in your hands and weep loudly.

Miguel panics and lifts his hands from your knees up, not knowing what to do, he looks around for tissues but can´t find any.

So he decides to put his arms around you abd press your face against his chest while hugging you tight and stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you.

All while his chest gets coated in your tears, snot and drool but he doesn´t mind, it´s normal and in his mind you need to let it all out in order to feel better.

Even though it´s embarrassing to cry in the arms of your boss, it´s also very calming to have someone hug you like this.

Especially since Miguel is large that it feels like a bear is hugging you and his warm body also helps you relax into him.

Several minutes passes until he decides to speak again "Are you better now?" he whispers nervously, unsure if he would trigger another break down.

You give him a little nod before pulling out of his embrace, blushing as reality hits you like a truck.

"I´m sorry... it´s just that... you know..." you try to find words to describe the reason for your crying but you don´t know how to say it without looking like a helpless idiot.

And you´d be damned if you ruin your `hard-working always put-together´ reputation which everybody has of you. But didn´t you already destroyed it?

Miguel is to your surprise very patient and keeps his soft expression but his eyes betray him, since you can see a glimpse of panic in them.

And for once he also looks lost and uncertain, the complete opposite from the always straightforward and serious guy.

His hand then goes up to your head and awkardly pets it, as if you were a cat.

"It´s OK, I´m also not good with words," he confesses with honest eyes, "but I´m ready to listen... if you need me that is".

The petting does feel nice and you decide it might be alright to tell him how you feel "Sometimes I just get too overwhelmed like everything is too much... like I'm drowning and every little inconvienent makes me want to jump out of the window... I mean nothing serious happend and I feel so stupid for not keeping my life together " you avert your eyes.

Nodding, he puts both of his hands on your cheeks, squishing it slightly, making you look at him.

His eyes tell you that he is still searching for the right words to comfort you.

"I know that feeling. I also feel like this but... but it´ll pass, you´ve survived worse situation because you´re strong and smart and... and it´s OK to take rests because you deserve them and you´re a great help to the spider society and everybody likes you and-"

A chuckle from you interrupts him, making him blink in confusion. A second ago you were having a serious breakdown and you´re laughing?

But you can´t help it, it´s too cute how the huge grumpy Spider tries to make you feel better by stuttering nervously every compliment that comes to mind.

And your chuckling slowly turns into a full laughter as you see his confused expression.

Now you're holding your belly while small tears roll down your cheeks unable to contain your laugh.

The sight and your laughter make Miguel crack a smile and give you a little bump against your shoulder before pulling you against his chest.

After calming down you wipe your tears and look up at him "Thank you I feel much better" you say while giving his cheek a peck as a form of graditude.

Miguel sighs defeated but is happy that you´re doing better even though he made a dork out of him.

"Let's go the crying and laughing probably made you hungry"

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Hope you liked this one as well my friend and remember reposts and comments are always appreciated <3

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ghosts-post · 9 months

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imagine being Miguel's spouse who's just a normal civilian but one day a portal opens and it's jess drew coming to get you because miguel was having a temper tantrum and you were the only one who could calm him

Honestly very cute idea!! I imagine the reader being like way shorter then Miguel going with my height here and that’s 5’7 so he’s over a foot taller then you. However you can hold your ground with him and know how to deal with his ‘little’ outbursts. Sorry there’s no real argument or yelling I didn’t have any good ideas for it

Basically all fluff because I’m awful at angst, however if you want an angst version I can definitely give it a try!

Miguel O’Hara X GN reader

It was like every other day really. You had woken up with your husband in your shared apartment enjoyed breakfast together and then he was off to save the multiverse. You had known he was Spider-Man since before you started dating. You had found out one night when you found him on your walk back to your apartment late one night bruised and bloody from a battle, you did all you could to bandage him up and make sure he was comfortable that night. Since then he had a soft spot for you. That soft spot gradually grew to a fondness and then even love. He came to you with his talk about the multiverse since you always had a way for calming his nerves. When he came up with the spider society you were with him every step of the way in your own ways. Packing him his favorite food for lunch, leaving encouraging notes in his office, texting and calling him to have little check ups and making sure he was taking care of himself. While you had no super powers like he did and you were never very academically gifted you were an integral part to the spider society in your own ways.

You rarely visited the spider society seeing as most places were only accessible to other spider people but the few times you did visit with Miguel you enjoyed it. You met lots of kind people and even grew fond of some of the spider teens even though it also lead you to scolding Miguel for allowing children to be put in danger. Like most days you were left at home while Miguel went off to the spider society. You never minded when Miguel left you alone because you knew he’d always come home that night and he’d even drop by when he had his longer breaks. Besides having him gone meant you could focus on doing hobbies that he didn’t find as interesting and have some time to yourself that you enjoyed once in a while. You had just finished folding some of Miguel’s clothes and putting them away when the familiar sound of a portal opening up caught your attention. It had only been a little over two hours since Miguel left that morning and you were curious to see why he was back. Maybe he had forgotten to grab something?

You walked out into your living room only to find Jess standing there instead of Miguel. She looked a little ticked off but also exhausted but she didn’t fail to smile when seeing you. You were quickly introduced to her when Miguel started the spider society. She had become one of yours and Miguel’s closest friend.

“Jess? Is something wrong? You usually don’t just stop by without texting or calling first.” You hummed as you set down one of Miguel’s shirts on the couch as you approached her. Her smile dropped slightly and she let out a tired sigh. “It’s Miguel. Usually we can handle his little temper tantrums but it’s bad this time. Think you could help?” She asked and you couldn’t help but give a tired smile. You knew how Miguel could get when things didn’t go his way or frustrated him. He’d never purposely hurt anyone physically or emotionally but when his angry really got the best of him he could be hard to handle. “Of course I’ll come help.” You responded and walked over to her while she opened a portal to the lobby of the spider society.

You stepped out of the portal and could immediately hear muffled yelling and curses in Spanish coming from Miguel’s office. You let out a little sigh before straightening yourself. You knocked on the door to his office before cracking open the door. “Love? You okay?” You called out into the room and it immediately became much quieter in the room, no longer hearing yelling or curses instead you could hear shuffling and then a soft. “Yes.” You walked into the office and looked around as you walked. The room was messy and there was a desk that was on its side along with a broken chair and scratch marks in the ground and wall no doubt from his claws. You looked around the room until you spotted your disheveled husband standing in front of his monitors. His hair was a mess, he was dripping with sweat and his breathing was hard and rugged. If you hadn’t know it was a result of his temper you’d say he looks hot right now.

You approached him with a soft smile and then gently grabbed his hands when you were in front of him. Even at his angriest he swore to himself he’d never lash out at your or yell at you making your job of calming him down much easier. “Let’s talk it out my love. What has gotten you so angry?” You asked in your soft sweet voice that Miguel loved and adored. He let out a defeated sigh before telling you what happened to throw this large tantrum that ended up in a messy and destroyed office space.

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moodyhaaze · 8 months

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pay no mind to my size kink flaring up again

thinking about… just the sheer size of miguel. his hand large enough to encircle almost the entirety of your throat. his shoulders so broad he could practically block out the sun. him being so tall he towers over you or him on top with his size caging you beneath him.

thinking about… miguel’s sheer strength. he could lug you over his shoulder with ease. he could manhandle you and pin you and mold you exactly how he wants. he knows just how to bend you to hit your sweet spot.

thinking about… how well miguel would stretch you out. you know that man is packin’. how well he’d prep you just for him. how prideful he’d feel knowing that his cock is the only one that could satiate you with how well he stretches your velvety walls to their limits. how his cock rearranges your guts and never ceases to coat your insides. he loves seeing your abuse, stretched out, and cum covered hole desperate for him.

thinking about… miguel slamming his cock into you. trying to cram every last inch into you he can, but him being so big he can’t even go balls deep; just a couple of inches short of it. he wants desperately to be completely enveloped in you, to feel your tightness along his entire shaft. him cooing you and soothing you as you feel he’s close to breaking you with his size.

tall, brooding, cranky dispositioned men with huge tits, broad shoulders, big hands, and slutty little waists are my weakness,,, (◞‸◟)

i’m so down bad rn. literally wrote this at work on my break, so if it’s shit don’t tell me.

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poisonousroxstar · 10 months

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Imagine:

Platonic Yandere Spider-man/Miguel O'Hara with a Mami!Spider!Reader

Plot Summery: Platonic Miguel O'hara with a spider-person that's like Mami from Madoka Magica (the TV series mainly) This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MADOKA MAGICA TV SERIES & ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread. Note(s): Although the show focuses around magical girls, this is meant to GN!! I just loved the movies (watched them both for the first time) and had to write about it!

Miguel would be a very protective and controlling yandere. He's afraid something will happen to you, as it has many times before. You're not sure when it happened, but Miguel grew extremely attached to you. Perhaps you've been with him for an incredibly long time, or maybe your kind and friendly yet brave facade have warmed his walled heart. Either way, Miguel has become very overprotective. He refuses to let anything happen to you.

That said, your skills, magical abilities, strategic mindset, and leadership skills make you one of his best. So oftentimes, but reluctantly, he'll send you off on missions to ensure the steady flow of Canon Events in different universes, as well as other tasks. You're extremely efficient in your role, and while it does sadden you to watch it happen, you trust Miguel's judgement. He doesn't put you on missions he knows you won't be able to handle, and you're almost always guaranteed to not to encounter any other magical girls/boys on your missions.

Miguel knows you need Grief Seeds to cleanse your Soul Gem after using your magic, but that doesn't change the fact he hates when you go off to go hunt down witches. It terrifies him actually. He knows you're more then capable, but that doesn't erase the fear, so he'll oftentimes either accompany you or have someone go with you just to be safe. He will also pester you to use your Grief Seed when you need it, and probably hordes a bunch just in case.

Miguel knows about witches, how they're really magical girls/boys who had their gems corrupted. How they're just used and discarded by the incubators. And he knows how fragile your mind is. So for that, he makes sure to control the information that gets fed to you.

Miguel despises Kyubey and has tried, and failed at, getting rid of him. Not only does he know that Kyubey is using you, but he's jealous that you're so attentive and kind to it. How you care about it like a close friend. If only you knew, but Miguel won't ever dare to tell you the truth of Kyubey. He just tries to keep you away from him as much as he can.

The only peace he ever has is when you're enjoying a wonderful teatime together, preferably (almost strictly) when it's just you and him. The delicious tea, desserts, and your pleasantness is a fresh breath of air for Miguel every time. It's the only time that he's ever felt so… at peace. So content in this little bubble you both share. For just a moment, he can forget the ripping multiverse.

It's moments like these that make everything he's doing and has done worth it. You're a lonely person, so having a constant like Miguel in your life is absolutely welcomed. Miguel is also a lonely man, even if he doesn't say it aloud. You're both alone, but you have each other. And for Miguel, that's absolutely perfect.

Miguel really loves you. He absolutely does, although it can be hard at times for him to express it. Just know he loves you so much. And hopefully nothing happens to you, because Miguel wouldn't be able to handle it.

Angst Below Cut

If you do end up meeting your tragic end, however. Miguel is broken even more. He worked so hard to make sure you were happy, safe, and that your Soul Gem was clean. He did so much, but it wasn't enough to save you.

If you died, it's likely the shock at meeting a witch who actually counters you is too much of a shock for you to act in time. If Miguel is with you during this, then no doubt his instincts kick in before yours does. But it's too late, your head is in the jaw of the witch, your Soul Gem is shattered, and your body is devoured. The look of devastation on his face is heartbreaking, but it is quickly replaced with a need for revenge. He's not thinking clearly when he goes to attack the witch. All he wants is blood. And he will get it.

If you eventually learn the truth about magical girls/boys, how they're destined to be witches, and how Miguel had been withholding that knowledge to you, you break. And you go on a rampage, killing countless spider-men/women in your path in effort to save the innocent, having lost your mind to insanity. Miguel tries to calm you down, tries to reason with you, but it's no use. You're not listening, and worse yet you're trying to kill him too.it doesn't help that, while your mind is fracture, you're still a strategist. If Miguel is forced to kill you, he would never forgive himself. He'll never forget crushing your Soul Gem in his hands, and watching as your body went absolutely limp. He feels disgusted in himself.

If you become a witch, Miguel can't bring himself to kill you. He can't do it, so he locks you up in one of his cages instead. A part of him knows that you're not there anymore, that you're just a monster now. But the rest of him either denies this reality, choosing to instead believe you're still ib there, or simply can't bring itself to finish you off. He watches as your witch form behaves in such a similar kind and inviting manner, although he knows the wickedness behind its welcoming ribboney arms. It hurts.

In either of these scenarios, Miguel doesn't get a happy ending. Either situation just scars him badly, makes him colder, more irrational in his anger. He'll never be the same, not without his baby.

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eith0r · 11 months

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general x reader headcanons for the different spidermans

Hobie brown:

-he gives you handmade gifts all the time because store bought is shitty

-he let's you try on his mask

-"looking cool dude!" he says this everytime you try on his stuff

-try's to act like he doesn't have that many feelings because he does'nt believe in them, but you can see the love he has for you

-will definitely bring you on missions no matter what you are

Miguel O'Hara:

-he try's to teach you some Spanish if you don't already speak it

-he can sometimes forget to take a break from saving all the multiverse's so you will have to remind him

-may look like he wouldn't care but in reality he really loves you and he doesn't have any problem in showing it

-his love language is acts of service

-he only really shows his love in private because he's not comfortable to do it in public

Miles morales:

-he likes to see you in his clothes

-he's touch starved

-will drag you to do graffiti's with him

-you guys Sind together alot

-at first he's nervous to introduce you to his parents but after some convincing he introduced you to them

-"hey bbg"

Peter B parker:

-he's a show of

-he acts like a child around you but then later gives miles a lesson on how to behave

-he actually takes care of himself after you two started dating

-learns some pick-up lines from miles

-dad jokes

-randomly walks up behind you and hugs you

Pavitr prabakhar:

-he loves to drink chai with you

-he will also pick you flowers but he does it because he wants it match you

-he likes if you play with his hair

-he has a lot of energy and is always happy around you

-he flirts with you or at least try's to

-"youre the most beautiful person I have ever seen"

-he's always holding your hand and he shows you to all of his friends

#Spider punk x gn reader #Hobie brown x gn reader #Miguel O'Hara x gn reader #Miguel x gn reader #Miles morales x gn reader #Miles x gn reader #Pavitr prabakhar x gn reader #Pavitr x gn reader #Peter b parker x gn reader #Peter Parker x gn reader #Spiderman x gn reader #Headcanons

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drefear · 6 months

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Kitten Licks

Summary: You and Miguel have a little 'get-together' like usual, but something seems off. To make matters worse, Kingpin needs another favor.

part 1 - part 2

TW: penetrative sex, slight bits of rejection, fighting, alcohol

“Fuck!” You call out as Miguel thrusts into you, holding your waist in place as he panted from above you. Your nails dragged down his chest, making him hiss as his large hands tightened around your sides as he rutted harder.

This was a normal occurrence between the two of you. Hard, fast sex on nights you both worked together, and then you’d quietly disappear before he woke up the next morning.

Bowing his head into your neck, your coil finally snapped as he hit that one spot over and over, your legs winding around his hips and locking as he tensed in your hold and finished as well. You both groan as you bite his shoulder to stay quiet and shiver in his embrace. Miguel lifts his head and peppers kisses over your collar bone as you catch your breath, eyes closed as your head leans back against his pillow.

The silence is loud in the room while you both regain composure and he leans down to get close to your lips, making you turn your head. This makes his expression turn sour and you avert your eyes as he pushes up to get off of you.

“Miguel-”

“I know, I just- it was a lapse in my memory.” He sits up and turns his back as he sits on the edge of the bed, making you balance on your elbows and reach out to him. You quickly retract your hand before you can grab him and you look at the floor. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He mumbles and gets up, leaving you alone in his bedroom as he shuts the door. You sigh in guilt, seeing him get so upset.

You’d both agreed not to kiss, that kissing would lead to feelings and feelings would make things messy, which is something you both couldn’t afford. Miguel had a daughter, and this was just to blow off steam for him, while you were busy juggling being a nationally infamous thief when you weren’t trying to pay your rent and working at the restaurant.

Tugging on your jeans, you heard the shower turn off and quickly jotted down a note.

‘See ya Sunday.’ and signed with a nude lipstick mark, you left it on his nightstand and pulled on his t-shirt before hopping out of his window onto his fire escape. Climbing down the landings, you heard the clink of your shoes on each ladder step and sagged your shoulders as you thought about Miguel finding that note. It had to be this way, you couldn’t afford to get distracted or attached. What if you started to care about him and he got caught in the crossfire of your ‘nightly activities’? He could get hurt, or killed. Kingpin was a bag guy, he’d definitely find him and use him against you, and Spider-man might try to expose you. You didn’t need the extra headache of being in a relationship, and how would you even explain where you are every night? You can’t exactly say that you’re stealing some of the world's most precious artifacts and coveted items.

Finally hitting the concrete, you heard someone yell your name and you looked up, seeing Miguel shirtless with wet hair calling after you. He looked angry, like he might come after you, and you just answered his call by blowing him a kiss and turning to walk away.

Hours later and you were jumping from a window, flying into another building and hiding under a desk as police ran after you down the stairs of the place you were just in. A flash of red and blue made you look to the sky, seeing the mask you dreaded and loved rushing to you. As you flipped out of the way, your heel was caught by a glowing crimson web that jerked you back towards him.

“Two nights in a row, Gatito. That’s bold, even for you.”

“Don’t you ever take a damn day off, Spidey?” You retorted and felt his gloved had pulled at your ponytail, yanking your head backwards with a hiss, “Gentle there, bug boy, or else I might like it.”

“Don’t be crass, I wouldn’t waste my time with a thief with you.”

“Aw, no need to be so mean, I’m still a person with feelings.” You smiled and twisted around while being held, jumping off the side of the wall and wrapping your legs around his neck and sitting atop his shoulders. “And a flexible one at that.” Flipping to grab the light fixture above you both, you hung upside down from it and forced him to drop your arm in order to not break it. His angered eyes squinting through his mask made you laugh as you blew a small kiss, then making his eyes widen. Spider-man took a step backwards as you jumped to squat on a desk behind you and flip your hair from your face.

“You-” He started to speak, but you heard a ring coming from your watch and saw the time.

“Love to chat, but this kitty has places to be, money to acquire.” You added and stretched to open the sky-light on the ceiling and flipping to jump up and out. You balanced on the roof as you looked back down in the hole and caught a glimpse of him standing there, unmoving, which was quite out of character, but you didn’t have time for that.

Two blocks and a few cop cars later, you arrive at Kingpin’s hideout, greeted with cigar smoke and men dressed in all black. You’re escorted in by a man with an eyebrow piercing and a metal arm who shoves you forward as you walk into the room.

“Watch it, Captain Hook. I don’t like being shoved.” You hissed and heard a chuckle from a few feet away in a cloud of smoke, making you cough a bit.

“Down, Kitty. He’s harmless.”

“So am I, until I’m not.” You answered the large man sitting at the desk, “I have the stuff, so let’s trade and be done with this deal.” You reach into the secret pocket of your suit and pull out the gem with the newest artifact, a piece of paper with coordinates on it.

“Well, there is one more thing I’ve decided I want, and you’re the only one who can provide it.” He leaned forward and tapped his cigar on a small tray, making your expression sour.

“We had a deal.”

“Don’t be so tense, it’s not a hard task. I want you to seduce Spider-man and tell me his identity.” Your whole body froze as you felt a chill run across your skin.

“You want me to do what?” Your knees suddenly felt wobbly as he smirked and took in a puff of his cigar again.

“Come on, it’ll be easy. I’ve been watching you and every time you two interact, you both flirt and chat, and he lets you get away. He doesn’t do that with any of his other captures and enemies. You’re different, and I think I know why.” Kingpin leaned back in his chair and raked his eyes over you in a way that made your stomach drop and your throat taste like bile.

“Please.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “I’m a criminal, just like you. He does not see me differently. That would mean he removed that stick he keeps up his ass.” Your arms folded over your chest and Kingpin just shrugged condescendingly.

“It’s a 2 million dollar bonus.”

White noise filled your head as you calculated that number. 2 million…? That would mean you could buy a new place and save, you wouldn’t have to steal anymore. No more 3 AM cop chases, no more avoiding dating, and most importantly, no more spider-man.

“I’ll do it.” You answered, looking him directly in the eyes and feeling confident. “But 2 million isn’t enough for this. I could go to jail if I get too close, he would really catch me if I reveal who he really is. I need your protection. If I get caught, you need to guarantee my bail and freedom, plus 3 million.” You negotiated.

“Fine fine, pocket change. Now get going.” He waved you off and you walked out of his office, inflated with cockiness. You could flirt your way into Spider-man’s head.

Meanwhile, Miguel sat in his dining room with his head in his hands. That damn Black Cat had been driving him crazy. He knew that voice, those lips, but he really couldn’t put his finger on it. And when you blew that kiss, it was like he could feel you in his arms. Why couldn’t he figure it out?

You were just out of his grasp as a knock on the door broke him from his trance, opening to see Gabriela running in. Behind her, Jess stood leaning in the door frame and smiling.

“Thanks again, Jess. Had an emergency-“

“At the restaurant, I know.” She winked and grabbed the door knob, shutting the door behind her while Gabby blabbed about her day, but Miguel couldn’t focus. His head was elsewhere, following a stray kitty he couldn’t capture.

Sunday was a slow day at the restaurant, and you were on as a bartender again until Miguel came in at 8, so you did your job and served the few groups that came in before his shift. A few men came and sat at your bar for a while as he walked in, complimenting you and asking about your hobbies. You laughed and nodded, answering with short, polite sentences as you wiped down glasses and restocked beers. A shadow behind you made you feel like you were in the dark before you saw Miguel staring down the boys, now quietly sipping their drinks while avoiding eye contact with you.

You wondered if he said something to them, but he barely even looked at you, so you decided to keep to yourself.

“Here.” You handed him the bar key and started walking forward, then feeling him tug at your jeans and pull you backwards towards him.

“We need to talk later.”

“I figured as much.” You answered and looked into his eyes, seeing the brownish-red swirling and practically intoxicating you. Staring into his eyes was like a poison in itself, making your body weak and your chest tight with desire.

“No, I mean actually talk.” He restated, making you a bit nervous. Had you finally pushed him away? Maybe he met someone, maybe you two were officially done with your midnight rendezvous, maybe he was sick of your antics, maybe- “Stop panicking.” His voice broke you out of your thoughts and he pulled your chin to look into his eyes again, those addicting eyes. “Relax. It will all be fine.” He answered and let go of you, giving you the reassurance you needed not to break down into a complete anxiety attack.

Tonight would be a rough talk, sure, but at least you knew he wasn’t upset.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #atsv miguel #angst #miguel o hara #miguel x gn reader

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sillygoobermanlol · 7 months

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MIGUEL O'HARA X GN VILLAIN SPIDER READER

Miguel O’hara X GN spider reader

DISCRIPTION: You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him. That is until he died, you didn’t know how to deal with his death and started working for some bad people using your spider abilities for bad bad things, until a strange portal opens up in your world.

This is legit my first time ever publishing some of my writing and it just so happens to be a Miguel fanfiction because hes been my hyperfixation for a few months now lol, I want feedback because I might not keep updating, if i do its gonna go on AO3 when I get my account. I have some good stuff planned I just wanna know if people like it so far. ^_^

Reader is GN but specifically transmasc so there MIGHT be some references to that throughout the story so idkidkidkdikddahhagagahvsgsh

Earth 1317

You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him.

You have been living together for two months now, both of you had graduated and now Miguel was in college studying whatever nerds study. You weren’t to interested in Miguel’s work it always bored you in everyway but you still pretended to be interested when he ranted about it.

Miguel made his way down the hallway of your shared small apartment, he opened the door to your messy room flipping on the switch causing you to squint your eyes due to the harsh sudden light, “Dude!” you say covering your eyes. You had been searching for a job for the past few weeks in order to help Miguel with the bills but due to your piercings and careless attitude you were getting nowhere, he had offered to help you look.

“I’ve got good news do you wanna hear it or not?” he said leaning on the door frame, you snarled, you hated when he dangled information over your head. “sure whatever.” you huffed, fidgeting with your hands, “good. because Alchemax desperately needs a janitor, they will pretty much take anyone at this rate.” he said with a tone that almost made you laugh. You weren’t too crazy about the idea of being a JANITOR the idea made your head hurt, don’t the nerds at Alchemax keep the place clean enough? you thought. “A janitor??” you groaned,

Miguel furrowed his eyebrows, “You don’t have many options, plus I think this could be a good learning experience for you” he said gesturing to your room, you threw a pillow at him. “you’re such an ass,” you said holding back a smile, “But seriously, this is the ONLY thing you could find?” you pouted, he said your name sternly “You need this. plus I get to see you at work,” his expression softened to something more empathetic.

You sighed finding his expression convincing, “yeah okay.” you mumbled, “Look I know this isn’t the most exciting job, but you’re gonna be fine,” he sat on your bed causing the mattress to sink with him, “I know.” you looked up at him, dark circles under his eyes from countless nights of intense researching, he wore square black glasses and his eyes were a deep brown. you slumped on your bed looking up at the ceiling, “I just wish it were better you know?”

“It will, I swear we just have to give it time.” he said softly, you smiled at him. “Yeah alright O’hara I just better not be cleaning up any shit.”

The next day Miguel woke you up, he wakes up earlier then you for work and you hated this. He watched you with a cup of coffee in his hand as you struggled groggily through your morning, you brushed your teeth and angrily at your cereal. when It was finally time to leave you both walked to the bus stop because neither of you had a car. Miguel thought this was a good opportunity for exercise, and of course you hated this. he was always a pretty muscular guy considering the fact that he was always hidden away in his lab, he was also tall and caught the attention of a lot of people but never seemed to return it.

You arrived at Alchemax, the place was fucking massive. people in lab coats swarming the place, you thought about running as fast as you could out of there but remembered your conversation with Miguel. He also wore a lab coat that went down to the back of his knees, Miguel greeted more of his nerdy work buddies as the both of you made your way inside the building. In the hallways you could see inside the labs, every room made for something different. Miguel had to pull you away from some of them urging you to continue the tour he was giving you.

As you walked down the hallway there were tables holding more sciencey stuff, you reached out to touch but Miguel grabbed your hand. “Okay, ground rules. DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING or even THINK about it either, got it?” he said sternly, “ohhkayyyyy.” you mocked him, “I’m serious, this place isn’t a joke.” he said continuing to walk, you caught up with him, “Well im gunna need to touch things if I’m gonna work here,” you smiled. “Don’t be a smartass,” he said pointing a finger at you.

You stopped at a door where Miguel took out some keys, it must’ve been his lab. He flipped on the lights and it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the others were, “Alright, stay here I'll bring in my boss so he can meet you, then you can start cleaning up the shit or whatever,” he explained. You huffed at that last line, “yup.” you said holding up a thumb slumping in one of his rolley chairs. He made his way to the door you both entered in and turned to face you again “Don’t fuck this up,” he said pointing at you.

When he left the room was quiet, tooooo quiet. You spun around in the chair Miguel’s words ringing in your ears “Dont fuck this up.” I wouldn’t fuck this up you thought, but your boredom was starting to get the best of you. You got up from the chair roaming around Miguel’s lab, lots of paper work you thought. Your eyes finally made your way to the door, he wouldn’t be mad if I just peaked into another room right?

And you did just that, most rooms had more lab nerds in them but a dark room peaked your interest. The door was left open, this is totally not sketchy you thought. Nobody was in this room, in the dark you could see the glistening of test tubes, you squatted down to one of them. Spiders. A shit ton of them too ,you rested your hands on the table not noticing the little critter that crawled onto your hand exploring your fingers until it found a place to BITE. The pain caught your attention you shook your hands sucking the air in through your teeth.

Seconds after Miguel burst into the room “What are you doing? I told you to stay!” he scolded dragging you out of the room, he pinched the bridge of his nose lifting his glasses in the process. You were still holding your bitten hand feeling guilty now, “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” he sighed. You knew he was pissed when he spoke in Spanish.

“Look I’m sorry, can we just go?” you said almost teary eyed, the meeting with Miguel’s boss was boring for the most part other then the fact that you couldn’t stop sweating. You felt tired all of a sudden blaming it on the fact that you had woken up so early, when you got home you basically jumped face first onto your bed. You had gotten the job, you were happy but something just didn’t feel right. Miguel was kinda pissed at you for running off too, and you didn’t blame him, you slept the rest of the day away.

The next morning the light peaking through your curtains felt more intense, you groaned and covered your face with your blanket. It had felt like you had ridden 100 roller coasters, when you uncovered your face again it felt worse. Your ears rang and you were so sweaty, your door opened, that sound even was louder than usual. It was Miguel, “alright sleepyhead time for work,” he said tugging at your blanket. “Miguel, it feels like im gunna puke,” you whined, he said your name “Please no excuses, it’s your first day get up.” he said less playfully, but after seeing the beads of sweat on your forehead he moved closer.

He placed a hand on your head, “Jesus, your burning up.” his voice now a whisper, when he removed his hand he sighed and rubbed his face, “You’re lucky my boss liked you, I can cover for you but just this once okay?” his voice sounded empathetic but stern, you nodded your head.

About an hour after Miguel left you finally got the strength to roll out of bed, mostly because you were so oddly hungry. You made your way to the kitchen closing every single curtain until it was dark enough for you, grabbing the milk you sat it on the table now reaching for your favorite cereal you pour a good amount before attempting to put the box down realizing it was completely stuck to your hand.

You struggle a bit, shaking your hands frantically causing cereal to fly everywhere, you slip on a few pieces of cereal and now you’re on the floor and magically the box is now unstuck from your hands landing right on your face. You lay there for a few seconds trying to process whatever the fuck just happened, you lift your hands to your face closely observing them. “What the actual fuck.” you whisper to yourself.

The rest of the day was even weirder, more stuff sticking to your hands, you even caught a fucking fly in mid air, What was going on with you? Later on in the day you decided to get some fresh air, you needed to think, maybe you were going crazy? After your walk you made your way back home, catching Miguel entering your apartment at the same time as you were, he notices you, “Don’t tell me that whole sick thing this morning was just to get out of work.” he grumbled staring directly at you, you stood there not really knowing what to say.

Should you tell him? every thought raced through your head, yet all that came out was “No, im just feeling better maybe it was just a bug.” you say walking past him into your apartment, your tone worried him, Miguel headed in after you. He sighed putting down his bag so he could tend to you, “Okay, what’s going on with you? he said softly, you shrugged with your hands still in your pockets while looking down at the floor. “You know I care about you right, you can talk to me. I know I can be so….strong at times, but I care I really do.” it almost sounded like he was scolding you, his words were strong and you knew he meant what he said, they must’ve really pulled at your heartstrings because the next thing you know you were in tears.

Miguel was by your side as you sobbed, holding you close to his chest. “I just…don’t know whats wrong with me.” you said in between sobs, “There’s nothing wrong with you, tonto,” he slowly rocked you back and fourth until you calmed down. “Thank you,” you said wiping your eyes with your sleeve, you wouldn't know what you'd do if he weren't here. you both were on the couch now as he held you, “I’m always gonna be here for you, just like you’re always there for me, alright?” he said with a warm smile.

And he was, all the way until the end.

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #gn reader #transmasc reader #Miguel x transmasc reader #miguel x gn reader #miguel x you #into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman miguel #miggy #miguel o'hara x male reader #mlm fiction #spiderverse #miguel o'hara x ftm reader #ftm reader

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yourlocalstranger123 · 10 months

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(I think my humor is broken from how I'm slightly laughing—)

You'll just have to read the whole thing to find out 😊

Part 1

Red: Miguel

@diegojeanne @one-green-frog

Note!!!!!: PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISS ANYTHING TO WARN 😭😭😭😭😭

Warnings: slightly yandere/possessive Miguel? fluff to slight angst to fluff ehe and its like pretty long (I dare you to read the whole thing 😈) also has some cuss words.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°♤°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° •°|MERMAID! MIGUEL|°• °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°♡°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You didn't expect to get slapped in the face by his tail. Honestly! What was his problem? He was the one who was at fault for going into the fish trap you set.

You stood there, trying to cover your mouth from laughing at the situation while Miguel looked like he was about to smack the sh—t out of you.

"How did you even g- get, pfft—...get trapped"

You slightly laughed, small tears forming in your eyes from holding back. Miguel just dead-panned. He rolls his eyes, asking you to help him already. You come back with a scissor in your hand as you cut the this ropes of the net off.

The net wrapped around his body tightly, so some of it left some marks. He stretched his back, finally going back to the water as his head was still up from the water. You grabbed some fish that was given to you a few hours ago before he got caught. You already grilled it, so you just gave it to him....

Miguel didn't grab it. Just staring at you as if expecting something. "Here. Take it?" You said. Slightly frustrated and wondering why he isn't taking it. He frown, forming a small pout as he just turned around and ignored you. You were dumb founded but remembered something,,

Did he....want you to feed him again??? You quietly chuckled at the fact as you looked at him, still pouting. You ripped off a piece, putting it on your palm as you put your hand in front of his face. He tilted his head, still having a toothy frown, but he quickly ate it from your palm, feeling him chewing on it.

It was getting dark. You stood up and wiped away the sand on your pants. Miguel tugged your sleeve, "where are you going?" He asked. Not wanting you to leave him just yet...

You explained you needed to go back home and sleep, but Miguel just said to sleep here. But of course, you don't want sand in your hair right now, so you say no. Miguel just frowned, he launched himself on you, not letting go.

As he hugged your waist (no matter if his fingers are not touching or is), he snuggled your back as he begged, demanded for you to stay.

You did not get any sleep as you let half of your body sink into the ocean, but the sand underneath was high enough for you to sit as Miguel let his head on your lap. Sometimes, you wonder why you go for such lengths for a Merman. Your legs are literally shivering and trembling when you can finally get out of the water.

Miguel took note of this so lately, Miguel has been on land with his fish tail. He's been trying to suprise you when you were in your small house, you heard a knock. Maybe it was from a far away rich visitor, but nope, it was Miguel on the floor with sand all over. You sighed and either carried him or just dragged him by the arms or even tail.

You wonder if he'll ever get legs like Ariel as you water off the sand on his body. Your mind was drifting away in thoughts until you heard Miguel breathe hitched. Looking down at the hand position, you realized that your hand is on his chest.Although, you're brain hasn't processed and just did a slightly squeeze—

"AhH-!"

'......"

Miguel smacks your face with his tail, and since the door is closed, Miguel just had to crawl over to your bed, covering himself with the blanket as your face flushed and steam coming off on your head.

"Miguel, did you just-"

"SHUT—!"

"....but-"

"CÁLLETE!"

You couldn't get into contact with him for weeks. You were actually getting slightly worried. Until you flinched and felt your heart sank when you suddenly got dragged into the water. Trying to pry off the hands that was tightly wrapping around your waist. You finally give up and just accept your fate as your vision becomes dark.

You woke up and choke on some water that was still in your lungs, while a hand was patting your back. Still coughing violently as small tears start forming in your eyes. Looking to the direction from the hand, you finally fully processed what was going on. You were about to beat the sh-t to the person who dragged you down until you found out it was Miguel?! Wait....how tf are you still breathing under water-

You touched your neck, feeling gills on it. Miguel looks away, ignoring your stern stare. "MIGUEL?! DID YOU REALLY DO THIS TO ME??" You pointed at the gills that were formed on your neck, Miguel still looking away guilty. Miguel mumbled something that it won't be permanent, so you sighed a relief.

You flinched when he hugged you, and you felt hot tears on your shoulder. "*hic* don't leave me....please, I won't do it again"

You were cunfused until you remembered when you were slightly conscious.

"[Name]?" Miguel said. Laying his head on your chest, he panicked when he only felt a faint thump from your heart. "[NAME]?! Please..! Wake up! I know you're awake.....Please...I don't wanna lose you, " He sobbed. Holding you in his arms as he held your hand. "Please...I beg you" he whispered, voice cracking.

Slumping back from the headache you felt after remembering. Miguel still holding your hand. It seems like he fell asleep on you....You look around seeing....holy shit. Other mermaids and mermans??? You stared at them back then went started laying down as your soul suddenly ascended. 'Why am I here....just to suffer' (they're still wondering how tf you made Miguel cry. [They never saw him cry])

After some time, you found out that Miguel dragged you into the mermaid society (haha, it's a spider society except its mermaids, heh). Everyone stared at you because you had....✨️LEGS✨️

You soon found out Miguel is the leader of the mermaid society. He's been dragging you everywhere he goes to. You also found out that dimensions were real?! It's a miracle you didn't throw up or pass out from how dizzy after you went through the portal seriously!

You tried escaping going to land, but Miguel captures you and clings onto you 24/7 now, which makes it impossible to go back.

You. Felt. DRAINED. you just mostly sleep all the time or watch Miguel and talk to the others. Hobie was curious about punk rock music ever since he heard it. He kept asking about it and would love to hear you play it! You knew that love sick Miles was sooo in love with Gwen, which you and Pav and perhaps even Hobie teases him.

Peter, makes let's you babysit Mayday when he's busy, even just watching you and etc. Mayday was always curious about your legs, you were so different from other mermaids! (Because you ain't one)

Honestly. You were enjoying being under water, already used to the stares. Except when you were almost experimented with by a mermaid scientist or similar ones. Especially one of those crazy ones. Sighing tiredly, you opened the door to your 'room', feeling homesick lately until....you found Miguel with LEGS?????

Miguel flinched at the sound of the door creaking open, freezing when he got caught by you. "Miguel....you had legs— MPH-!"

Miguel quickly covered your mouth. You would've felt intimidated if you didn't see the faint blush on the tips of his ears. "I'm only testing a device.....so be quiet, alright?" (wow. Even an underwater society is more advanced)

(Bro doesn't want to be found out that he can have ✨️legs✨️)

—to be continued—

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everlastlady · 7 months

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Love Me, Love Me Part 2

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✰ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! My heroes, villains, and civilians welcome to part two of yandere Miguel O 'Hara hcs, I decided to name it love love me because usually when I write yandere shit I think of the song stalker tango by auto hearts. I'll leave it on here so that you guys can listen to the song, I wanna thank those for the support because they'll be in the tags. I might do a part 3 but if you love this story please remember to comment, heart, and reblog. Don't forget to take your medicine, drink water, shower, and rest. And remember always support your local writers.

✰ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @miguelslefteyebrow @s0fia4 @aliensbelieveinme-blog1 @selarus

✰ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mental abuse, drugging, and threats.

✰ Part 1

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♡ You lost track of how many days you been with Miguel but you always waited for him to come home. You would greet him with a hug and a kiss like he taught you. Because if you didn't then he would punish you and you certainly didn't want to go back to the punishment room. So you always gave him a kiss and a hug. Miguel would make you both dinner while talking about his day and the society. You tried asking Miguel if you could visit the society, that you would behave and stay by his side. " No my love forget about the society all you need is here and all you need is me so don't you dare ask again or else... " He would squeeze the pot handle almost breaking it. So you didn't dare ask again and just enjoyed dinner with Miguel.

♡ You couldn't leave the apartment ever. If you needed something then Miguel would get it or have it delivered. He couldn't risk you escaping or letting anyone see you. Miguel had a security system to make sure you couldn't leave. It was lonely and Miguel could tell that you were lonely so he got you a cat which you named (cat's name) and you loved that cat but now whenever you stepped out of line Miguel would threaten you by saying he'll kill the cat in front of you or leave it somewhere on the city streets. Not wanting to part with the fluffy creature that made you happy, you listened.

♡ A part of you loved Miguel but a part of you knew it was wrong that it wasn't love. But you couldn't help but stay wrapped around Miguel's finger. Sometimes you would catch yourself kissing him without him asking you to give him a kiss, you would beg him to stay instead of going to the society, and you would cuddle up to him during the night. Miguel sometimes did work for home and keep you in his lap.

♡ Now did Miguel stop drugging your food? No sadly, he continued doing this but with a special drug he made himself. This drug would keep you weak and make your brain feel fuzzy. Just a few drops here and there. You knew about the drugs but Miguel always forced you to eat since you didn't want to be punished. You haven't been punished in a long while until you made a small mistake a simple misunderstanding.

♡ You wanted to do something nice for Miguel while he was sleeping. It took you a while but you were finally free from his steel grip. You were going to make breakfast in bed for Miguel, maybe he'll give you more privileges if start showing more affection. But due to always feeling sluggish from the drugs you burnt the pancakes. You threw open the window for fresh only for the alarm system to go off. You jump from the noise but bump into someone and that someone was your lovely boyfriend Miguel who didn't look so happy.

♡ " Trying to escape.... I thought we were making progress cariño... " Miguel's grip tightens on your shoulders that it starts to hurt. You tried to explain to Miguel that you weren't escaping that you were trying to make breakfast for him. " Lies! I don't think I don't see how you look at the doors and windows, don't sit here and lie to my face (name)! I bet this whole breakfast thing was just part of your plan... tch looks like I have to put you back in the punishment room all that progress out the window, like you were going right? " Miguel picked you up and carried you down the hallway.

♡ You clawed at Miguel's back while crying and screaming that you were telling the truth. Telling him that you love him and don't want to go back into the punishment room but Miguel wouldn't listen. He threw you into the room and the last thing he send made your blood run cold as if you lost all your colors. " Hopefully when I let you out in a couple of weeks that (cat's name) is still with us. " Miguel smirked and closed the door leaving you in the dark. You panic and cry in the corner hoping that Miguel doesn't do anything to your cat. You would even call out your cat's name just wanting to hear them respond. You didn't sleep all night long and only listened for any signs of your cat.

♡ " Miguel, I think (name) was actually trying to cook for you. I was watching them and it looked like they had no intentions of escaping don't you think you were a little harsh on them, besides they know about the security system so why would they try to escape. " Lyla said while flashing on Miguel's shoulder. Miguel sighed, Lyla was right and now he felt like a fool because he definitely was going to get rid of your cat. He set down the cat. And left the house telling Lyla that he'll be back. After an hour Miguel returned with some bags and placed them down in the shared bedroom.

♡ You sat on the mattress feeling hungry, cold, and lonely. But the door opened. You sat up seeing Miguel and started to fear for the worst. Miguel walked over and picked you up, he walked down the hallway and placed you in your guys bedroom. You were about to get up to call for your cat. " Stay... " Miguel said in a strict tone. And you did. Miguel left as you looked at the many bags on the floor in confusion. Miguel returned and your eyes light up he hands you your cat that you quickly took. Giving your sweet furry baby kisses on the head and petting them.

♡ " I'm sorry mi amor, it took Lyla to convince me that you were telling the truth. I'm sorry that I overreacted, I just can't loose you especially since you are so weak and helpless that anyone could just take you from me. It's just you and me no one understands me like you do and only I understand. You'll never meet another me, I know it will take a little getting used to but I hope these gifts make up for me, putting you inside the punishment room. " Miguel gestured towards the bags. You set down your cat and went through the bags. Miguel got you books, pajamas, plush toys, snacks, and things you had on your wish list before Miguel took you away.

♡ You smiled softly and hug him. " Thank you Miggy. " you said. " I forgive you. " Those words didn't feel right coming off your tongue and none of these gifts could make up for the abuse that Miguel has put you through, but for some reason you loved what he did to make you happy apart of you felt like you deserved the punishment.

♡ Miguel and you made an agreement that you weren't to leave the bed unless you had to pee or shower. That Miguel would do the cooking and if you were every thirsty that he would get you something to drink. You guys even made this in contract form. Miguel was happy to have you love him and forgive him. But he wanted more so he decided why not marry you and maybe start a family. Maybe having children would make you not focus on leaving him and you won't be lonely. So he decided he'll pop the question on your birthday.

♡ While Miguel was attending to business at the spider society. You were laying in bed with (cat's name) and playing stardew valley on the switch that Miguel had gotten you. But you heard a noise. " Miguel? " You called out but no answer. He was probably mad, Miguel usually came home mad because of being frustrated by the other spiders. But when you stepped out of the room you an old friend from the spider society. " Danny? " You looked at the spider who's spider outfit strangely resembled the fictional character ghost face but regardless Danny was someone you were close with at the society.

♡ " (Name)! I finally found you, Miguel that lying asshole! I should have known something was up when he told us that you wanted nothing to do with us. I remembered you told me that the society was home to you that we were your family, come on let's get you out of here. " Danny reached for your hand but you stepped back and shook your head. " I-I love it here Danny and I l-love Miguel... " You said. Danny was confused. " (Name).... You don't have to be scared of him, I'll protect you. " Danny tried reaching out but someone grabbed his shoulder.

♡ " You heard them, they love it here and love me, but you won't like it here soon Daniel.... "

♡ Part 3?

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You don’t question it anymore, when Miguel appears in your bed at night. He’s not there for sex, no, you’ve never even kissed—though you would be lying if you said you weren’t open to the idea of kissing him. He’s there for comfort. For rest. If only it could stay so simple.

Pair: Miguel O'Hara & GN!Reader

Notes: for series: slow burn, ambiguous relationship, found family dynamics, reader is in their late 20s. for chapter: sexual tension, injuries and injury aftercare, grief

Word Count: 4.6k

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author's note: hiiiiii i'm so sorry i did the post-and-nuke thing again. most of this chapter remains the same, with the addition of one new scene and the removal of another (that will instead be in a following chapter), as well as edits and extensions of another

Neither you nor Miguel say much the next morning when the morning light starts to leak into your apartment and stirs you from your dead sleep, both of you clinging to the warmth and comfort of dreams. Your neck and shoulder are, admittedly, a little sore from sleeping on one side the whole night for the sake of your ribs—and your hips feel stiff.

You don’t need to open your eyes to know Miguel is still in your bed. You can feel his hand on the mattress between the two of you, the end of his fingers barely grazing the skin on the side of your palm. You can hear the soft and near silent sound of his relaxed breath, feel it move softly across the space between you. You breathe in, deeply, inhaling the smell of him wrapped up in your sheets.

Your exhale is a content sigh.

Miguel shifts, the mattress moving slightly under you both as he inches closer. Under the blanket his legs graze yours, the hum he lets out in response is low enough that you feel it more than hear it.

He stills, his leg touching yours.

“You didn’t mention your leg was injured too,” he whispers, voice softly roughed with sleep.

You suppress a groan, not at him, but at the stiff soreness of your body as you roll slightly onto your back. “It’s only surface,” you whisper, nose wrinkling at the sound of your own morning voice. “I don’t even have a limp.”

He hums, as if annoyed that you’ve made a valid point in defense of your injuries.

“I still would have liked to know.” It’s a whisper, a disgruntled admission, and you can’t help but chuckle softly, finally opening your eyes and turning your head to look at him.

He’s laying partly on his side and partly on his stomach, but his head is still turned completely towards you. His hair is softly mussed from sleep, and you can’t stop the small smile that grows on your face at the sight, your arm twitches once with the urge to move it off his forehead and watch it flop back over.

“Why are you smiling about that?”

I appreciate you, you think. You’re beautiful and so ridiculous. “I’m not,” is all you say, and watch him frown in confusion, eyes flicking over your face. You smile wider.

He sighs, hiding his smile in the pillow when you laugh at him.

“Do you at least have food in your kitchen?” He looks at you again, an eyebrow raised.

You scoff, wave his criticism off with a lazy hand. “Of course I do.”

He grunts in acknowledgement before pushing himself up on his arms to rise from the bed, and whatever little quip had been forming in your throat dries up before it can even reach your mouth, eyes locked on the skin and muscle of his arms.

“I’ll make breakfast. Rest as long as you need.”

And then he’s out of your room.

Miguel is making pancakes and eggs when he hears you emerge from your room and go down the hall, hears the bathroom door close and then open. He listens as you restart an old load in the dryer, hears the soft rumble of the machine become muffled as you close the little door that keeps it out of sight.

“What are you making?” you ask as you take a seat at the counter behind him.

“Pancakes and eggs,” he says, turning to glance over his shoulder at you. “You need the protein. And the carbs—for your ribs.”

“Mhm,” you agree absently, blinking when you meet his eyes.

Your placid expression doesn’t fool him—it’s obvious now, in the light of morning, that there’s fatigue lingering in your body and pain in the dark circles under your eyes. It lurches his stomach unpleasantly when he remembers last night: the blood on your skin and the calm way you sat while he cleaned and patched you up with hardly a flinch. He doesn’t think you even realize how painful it really is, or how hard on your body the fresh wounds are. He hadn’t seen any other marks indicative of such large injuries, not that he had been searching or let his eyes wander—

He flips the pancake on the stove, checking that both sides are done, before adding it to the growing mountain on the plate next to the pan, pouring another circle of batter out.

“Think that’s enough pancakes?” you tease, your lighthearted, dry tone ruined by the following yawn. He doesn’t need to turn around to know that your nose is wrinkling, your eyes squeezing shut and your hand shaking with the effort of the yawn as you try to cover your mouth.

“They’re not all for you, you know.”

“Right,” you say behind him, offhandedly. “Gotta feed all those muscles, I guess.”

He’s glad that you can’t see his face, because there's no way he could hide the surprise and flustered expression sure to be on his features.

He just grumbles a noncommittal response, concentrates on not burning breakfast, and focuses on keeping his mind off of hypotheticals and what ifs and alternative paths of alternative lives.

He's been thinking about those things more, since Miguel-209 arrived.

Miguel shakes his head, blinks hard, and shoves his frown and his thoughts away. Now’s not the time for that particular psychological torture.

“Here,” he says, placing a carefully plated dish of pancakes and eggs in front of you. He tries not to frown at it—he would have liked to add fruit, but the small amount you had had started to go bad.

Still, the smile you give in thanks, no matter how tired, bruised, and shadowed, makes him forget about the fruit entirely.

“Thanks,” you say, and he moves the butter dish closer, passes you the little bottle of syrup.

The first stretch of breakfast is quiet, Miguel watching you out of the corner of his eyes as he eats. You're eating slowly. To anyone else's eyes you would seem to only be taking your time, savoring the taste, but to Miguel… he recognizes the heavy rest of your hand on the counter between bites, the way chewing almost seems to leave you out of breath, the way your eyes droop heavily with exhaustion.

“Alright,” he says, taking your plate when it's clear that you can't eat anymore and need to rest again. “Time to rest.”

He leaves you there in your apartment, tucked into bed and already sliding into the depths of sleep, and returns to his own dimension.

He does, at first, go to Spider Society HQ of course. He has a job to do, a self appointed responsibility to perform. Anomaly alerts pop up, he sends people after them to bring them back—and then be sent home. He works on his extra suit, and on more gizmos and gadgets besides.

And then, again, he caves. Old videos and old pictures pulled up on his floating sulfur colored holoscreens. His mom. Gabriela. Two men who could both conceivably take the title of his father, and neither of whom he would ever willingly grant it to. Old friends—a photo of Gabe and Dana with him and Xina, before things changed.

Miguel pulls up your medical charts, the file that Doctor Parker would have filed after you came in bleeding and heroic from your anomaly capture. He grits his teeth, not for the first time, at the fact that you risked yourself alone, and then his stomach twinges unpleasantly at the memory of the almost-fight between you two. He should have expected that you would notice not getting as many backup calls, and he had meant it when he acknowledged it was unfair.

But he’s not sorry. He doesn’t regret that it kept you safe.

“It looks like they should make a swift and full recovery in no time,” Lyla says. “As long as they take it easy.”

Miguel rests his elbow on his crossed arm, touches his fingers to his lips in thought. He can feel his brows pulled together by the drawstring of frustration—no, stress, that seems ever present these days.

“We’ll have to revisit their backup status after they’ve recovered,” he says.

“You got it boss.”

He pauses again, eyes skimming over your chart. “Are they still sleeping?”

Another, smaller screen pops up with a loading bar, and then makes a pleasant bloop when a vitals snapshot loads.

“Vitals indicate deep sleep.”

“At least they’re actually resting. The anomaly?”

“Queued to go home.”

Miguel nods, eyes lingering on the vitals snapshot, before swiping it closed with a gloved hand.

It’s no longer morning, when you wake. Dim Sunday evening light spills through the blinds, painting your bedroom in shades of gold. You go to stretch and wince at the pain that zings through your body, then freeze, attention going to your side. You release aslow, careful breath when no immediate sensation of wetness or stretching that shouldn't be there makes itself known.

It’s silent, in the apartment. Stillness sits in a way you feel hesitant to break, but even so, you do. Carefully, mindful of the lingering pressure and slight throb in your side from your waking almost-stretch, you rise from bed. The living room is bathed in similar shades of liquid gold and melted warm honey through the uncovered glass of your balcony doors. This part of your home, too, is silent and still, though it sits less heavy now that you are up and moving. You listen down the hall, towards the bathroom, and with a quick look you see the door there is open, the light off.

At some point during the day while you were sleeping, Miguel had gone.

You sigh, shoulders relaxing slightly. Whether that is in disappointment, or relief to be alone once more with space to lick your wounds… Well.

In the hall, your clothes have been put in the dryer with the previous load folded in the basket—thank god it was only towels—and in the kitchen you find the dishes are done, dried and put away. Slightly spoiled fruit has been tossed out, and your garbage and recycling is empty. As usual he has left your home cleaner than he found it; the only trace of his presence aside from the clothes he borrows to sleep in, his lingering scent on your sheets, and sometimes even on your skin.

In your meandering investigation you find that even the dishwasher is empty.

All at once it comes rushing back—your dream of several nights ago, you in the kitchen, Miguel’s hand tracing a torturous path down to–

A knock at your door jolts you out of your reverie, face hot.

Get it together.

A quick look through the peephole reveals an unexpected, but welcome, visitor.

You open the door. “Peter?”

He lifts a box of pizza, the name of a place you don't recognize on the cardboard lid.

“Dinner!” He beams, stepping past you and into the kitchen. “Jeez, kid, did you get more plants since I was here last time?”

“Peter, I’m almost thirty. Come on with the ‘kid’ already.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off. “You've still got a couple years to go. I was in highschool when you were born, therefore: kid.” He gestures at you, plopping the pizza box onto your counter.

You smile begrudgingly, closing and locking the front door. “Fine, whatever.”

“Plates?” He asks, looking around your kitchen and opening all the wrong cabinets.

“There,” you point, careful not to raise your arm too high.

Peter gets the plates down, piling a few slices of pizza onto each plate, and immediately taking a huge bite off of his.

You watch him, your own plate untouched.

He looks at you, sighs, puts the food down. “I overheard Miguel and Lyla talking,” he says, offering an explanation for his surprise visit. “What happened, kid?”

You search his face, finding only concern and sympathy, no shock or surprise or incredible revelations. So you pause, fidgeting with the edge of your plate. “Got a little scrape at the nightclub on Friday,” you say, looking down. “Venom anomaly.”

Peter sucks air in through his teeth. “Ouch.”

You nod, looking down at your food. The sick wet crunch echoes in your head, bodies rent and devoured—

You push the plate away.

“Now, when you say ‘scrape…’” Peter prompts.

You try to muster a smile, but even on your face the half-baked expression feels forced. “Depends, what did you overhear?”

Peter raises an eyebrow at you, something in his gaze evaluating. “Just that it's bad enough for you to get benched.”

You sigh, the sound slightly disgruntled at the reminder, and your hand goes to your ribs. “He got me pretty good.” Your hand draws an impression of the wounds, your fingers a poor imitation of Venom’s claws gashing open your skin. “Can’t lift my arms or stretch ‘til it closes up.”

“Ah.” Peter’s face is sympathetic, but not pitying. “Well. Good thing I came by then to keep you company!” He swerves around the counter and into the living room proper, swiping up your TV remote. “You know, I’ve always been curious about TV in other dimensions.”

You laugh, following him, and grateful for the distraction.

“What is… Ceramic Destruction,” he squints at the screen, even though it’s easily almost the size of your coffee table. Another inheritance from your aunt.

“It’s one of those art competition shows,” you wave your hand off. “They make ceramics. Then they destroy it. It bums me out.”

“Ah.”

Peter keeps searching, eventually landing on something you can both enjoy without too much focus, and setting the remote down on the coffee table.

“Where’s May?” you ask. “It's weird seeing you without her.”

“Feels weird too, lemme tell you. MJ’s got a day off, so we figured it’d be good for Mayday to get some quality ‘Mother-Daughter Time.’ Since she’s always with me, y’know? Felt unbalanced.”

“You’re not worried about MJ being able to handle her little spider-toddler powers?”

Peter shrugs. “I took away her web shooter. And we got creative with the baby proofing.”

You chuckle. “I bet.”

You sit in companionable silence for a while before speaking again.

“Thanks for visiting, Peter.”

“Hey, of course,” he offers a sympathetic smile, knocking your shoulder with his knuckles. “What are friends for?”

Peter leaves after a little while, mutual promises to talk soon exchanged along with smiles and a careful pat on your shoulder.

You're tired again, or maybe you're just tired still. Having slept through the day leaves you in a strange state of disjointed wakefulness that leaves reality off-kilter, the feeling coming to the front now that Peter is gone.

He had of course put the leftover pizza into your fridge, the plates on the counter by the sink at your insistence that you would take care of it yourself. Which apparently means just putting them into the sink and splashing water onto their surfaces. You don't even move them into the dishwasher, the sleek silver surface reflecting back blurred shapes and shadows.

You brush your teeth and go to bed, and wait for sleep to return.

Miguel doesn't visit that night, but he does the next morning.

It’s early, or at least it feels it, when something gently lifts your mind from the realm of dreams and gently sets you back in your body. Light on your eyelids makes everything peachy and warm, and it's with herculean effort that you open them to find the cause of your waking crouched by your bedside.

Miguel.

Even lowered as he is, he’s still looking down at you with a slightly raised eyebrow. Still tall. Under the calm and collected exterior some softness slips through, just around the eyes.

“Miguel,” you say, blinking and pulling your head back to look at him better. “Wh’ you doin’ here?” it’s only partially confused and mostly surprised, your sleepy smile betraying how pleased you are to see him.

A quirk of his mouth belies his amusement at your sleepy confusion. “I came to make sure you haven’t bled out yet,” he says, and pats the mattress as he stands. “Come on. Let’s change those bandages.”

You grimace at the thought of getting up, and then—

Dear lord, he’s tall. Miguel towers over you at the best of times, but here where you lie on your bed and he stands over you at the edge of it? You stare unblinkingly at him in sleep-addled amazement before realizing you must be gawking, and then you look down.

A mistake.

Within arm’s reach are his thighs. You can only be grateful that he’s not in his suit, skintight and inky blue-black, but even so the way the fabric of his pants fit over his legs—

Your face heats and you look away. You want to clear your throat, but instead you let your watering mouth choke you.

“Up,” he says, seemingly unaware of your reaction and subsequent predicament as he turns around and exits your room. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

You lay there, willing your face to cool off and your heart to slow, before you finally heave yourself up, stiff and sore from sleeping in one position for the third night in a row.

Miguel is, yet again, in your kitchen. He pulls down a bowl, gets out a spoon, places the box and the milk on the counter for you.

“What, no pancakes and eggs this time?”

He raises an eyebrow, standing there with his hands on his hips until you assemble your easy breakfast. While you eat he goes and gets the first aid kit, brings it back and waits for you to finish eating on the seat next to yours.

“Shirt,” he says softly, gesturing with his hand.

You don't take it off completely this time, that feels too intimate—too much—after the recent reminders of your repressed attraction. So you lift the hem instead, baring your ribs and bandages to him and hold it up as high as you can.

Miguel leans forward, carefully peeling the medical tape and gauze so as not to pull the skin. This time there is no wet field of blood slathered over your ribcage like cheap paint over brick, and so there is no prolonged waiting while he washes your skin, no cool down period from the way your skin lights up under his fingers. He trades the old gauze pad for a new one, taping it down just as carefully as last time. Fingers press against your skin to smooth the tape down, and dip under where the hem of your shirt has started to slip down to put the tape where it needs to be.

The tips of his fingers dip under the waistband of your pants, and your attempt at an affirmative hum–

You tense, swallowing.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, pulling his hands away from under the hem of your shirt.

“‘S fine,” you say, shifting slightly and keeping your eyes down on the counter in front of you.

His other hand is still resting flat and splayed across your ribs, keeping the gauze in place until he gets enough tape to do the job for him.

“Pizza last night?” He says, making small talk.

You shrug your opposite shoulder, smiling lightly. “Peter visited.”

If you weren't so hyper aware of his hand on your body you would have missed the way it shifts, almost relaxing, when you mention Peter’s name.

“Hm.”

He finishes taping the gauze down, his hand sliding away from your ribs to touch your hand that's keeping your shirt up, giving it a gentle ghost of a squeeze to let you know he’s done and you can let the fabric of your shirt fall back down.

“Are you gonna let me see your leg?”

You blink at him, sticking your leg out into the air. He chuckles, shakes his head, and slides off his seat to once again crouch in front of you.

Miguel. Crouched on the floor in front of you.

He barely pauses before he puts his hand on the hem of your loose sweats, rolling the fabric up your leg with careful and efficient dexterity. Here, again, he carefully peels the tape (already peeling and fuzzy with lint at the corners) and gauze back from the injury on the outside of your calf. He sets it aside, a hand remaining on the inside of your leg—holding it in the space between the ankle and the calf.

You swallow, pressing your lips together and breathing steadily through your nose.

When Miguel turns back to face you and your leg, your eyes catch his. He clears his throat.

“Sorry, I just need to turn your leg to see better.”

You realize he’s asking permission to move your leg where he needs it, and so you give a short nod.

His hand moves slightly higher up your leg—no reason to lift it if he’s only going to put it back just an inch or two higher, right?

You swallow again.

Miguel, grip firm and soft, gently turns your leg at an angle so that he can see where Venom scratched you better. “You’re right,” he says, and he sets your foot on his thigh just above his knee to keep your leg in place, give it something to rest on. “Not nearly as bad as the other one.”

You nod, clearing your throat. “Uh-huh.”

He glances at you, then back down. With a few alcohol pads he cleans your skin, gentle and mindful of the scabs working to knit your body back into one piece. These are much shallower, and there's far less dried blood to clean since they never reopened from an inconveniently positioned nap. Lastly he rebandages it, gauze wrapped carefully around to hold the pad in place. Neater than the medical tape from before, less likely to peel and stick and grab at your clothes this time.

“Done,” he says, and pauses, looking at your leg. Your foot still rests on his thigh, the shin just below your knee at his eye level. He blinks, glances up at you, then rolls your cuffed sweatpants leg back down, gently removing your foot from his leg and then standing. “I wouldn't try to rewrap that one yourself, you’ll just stretch your ribs too far again.”

You watch him tidy up and close the first aid kit.

“Back to work?” you ask.

He nods, gives you a sidelong glance. “The multiverse won't take care of itself.”

You nod back, watching him. “Thank you,” you say. “For…” you gesture at your ribs, at your leg.

“You’re welcome,” he says, smiling just slightly.

He stays long enough to wash your dishes again before he goes.

You take the train to a place you rarely have time to visit anymore. It doesn’t help that it’s a bit of a journey, made longer by the fact that you don’t like to come here as Spider, but… it’s overdue.

The grass here is trimmed, freshly mowed and spotty. Bare patches of dirt create clear desire paths through rows of headstones, and you adjust your sunglasses under the gray glare of the mid-morning sun through blanketing clouds. It’s a weekday—Wednesday, you think, or maybe Thursday. Less than a week of healing, but the scabs are thick and itchy under the taped gauze carefully reapplied last night by Miguel. You don’t need them for bleeding anymore, but to resist the urge to pick and to prevent them from snagging or flaking on the soft fabric of your clothing and your sheets.

The graveyard is as sparsely populated as you had hoped at this time of day, at this point in the week. You’ve brought flowers—orange ones, her favorite color—and you carry them with care to the headstone three quarters down this row, three quarters into the graveyard from the entrance.

Her row, her graveyard.

Finally, you come to a stop. The grass here hasn’t been worn away to dust yet, and a sprinkling of grass clippings stick to the base of the headstone bearing the name of your aunt.

You’d thought your story unique, before meeting Miguel. Not the loss of a loved one, no you don't think you're so unique as to be the only one to have experienced grief, but the circumstances and aftermath. Your aunt, shot and dying in your arms with her last words carrying through your following life, and commitment, as Spider. You still oscillate between gratitude that others can understand, and angry grief at this being the fate of so many families across the multiverse, and the fact that you wouldn’t have been able to save her even if you’d been there in time.

Fucking canon.

Of course, you’d found her before she died, and of course she’d said what so many Uncle Bens of so many Peter Parkers had said—with one small, weighted change.

With any real power comes a responsibility to be kind.

You sit there, on the grass of her grave, and set the flowers down. The words there hurt your eyes, carved into stark white stone. Her name. The years she lived. Far too few, in your opinion.

“I’m sorry I haven’t visited in a while,” you say, voice not quite hoarse yet. “You know. Multiverse stuff.” You sigh. “Still haven’t met another me, which means no other you. There’s a new Miguel, though. I think he used to know a different me, so maybe there is a you out there, alive.” You shrug, picking at the grass like a kid. “Dunno how weird that’d be. Probably pretty weird, if the other Peters and Gwen and this second Miguel are anything to go off of.”

Your chest tightens, and you swallow against the lump in your throat and the hot feeling in your eyes. You wait for a family to pass down the path at the end of the row, before continuing.

“Miguel, not the new one, the first one,” my Miguel, you think, before brushing the thought aside and continuing, “still visits. I got banged up pretty bad last Friday—I’m fine though, so don’t worry—and he’s been coming by to help me out, since… Well, since all my old friends are gone, and my new ones don’t know either. He changes my bandages and everything.” You laugh, trying not to blink, because then the heat in your eyes will start falling. Your voice falls to a whisper; “I still wish you could meet him. I think he could use someone like you in his life, someone… He would like you.”

You can’t help it now: thick, hot tears begin to fall, and still you don’t blink, head bowed and sitting there on the grass.

“I could use someone like–” you choke on your words, hand pressed to your mouth to keep the sob inside. “I miss you so much, still,” you say, the whisper as quiet as the breeze, your face folding in on itself.

The breeze chills the bare skin of your hand, and you pull your sleeve over it before covering your eyes, crying into the fabric. You stay, lingering long after your tears have dried, both waiting for enough energy and will to return to carry you through the trip home and just to be there. Making up for lost time, and neglected visits.

You tell her about life. The first new friends you’ve made in ages outside of the other Spider-People, since your old friendships withered away after your spider bite. You talk about Gwen, and Peter, and how much you wish you could see them both more often, and how May is growing so fast. You tell her about how Miguel hasn’t cried in front of you again, but you don’t think it means he’s doing better.

When you do finally leave, you kiss your fingers and touch them to her headstone twice, one gentle tap after the other.

“One for you,” you say. “And one for Gabriela, if you see her.”

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