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the-broken-truth · 10 months

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Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Spider Society Teenage Female Reader

Summary: Since you were 10 years old, you've been a member of the Spider-Society. Now, at 15, Miguel has grown fond of you. However, when he mistakenly refers to you by his deceased daughter's name, you feel a need to pull away. Despite your attempts to distance yourself, Miguel is unwilling to let you go.

"Where is [Name]?" Miguel asked himself from his perch before his holographic tablets when Lyla materialized before him and informed him that [Name] was in another universe dealing with an Anolmany with Miles and Gwen but Miguel was unhappy to hear that news; he didn't like Name hanging around Miles or Gwen; he thought they were bad influences on her but she stayed on the straight and narrow path and Miguel couldn't be happier with that. Suddenly, a portal opened and the three Spider-People walked out of the portal with Anolmany in a webbed cage.

"[Name], come here for a moment." Miguel said as he pushed the holographic tablet away from his face and jumped off his platform to walk over to the masked girl, who pulled her mask off; revealing her young face.

"What can I do for you, Miguel? Miles, Gwen, and I are going to get some burgers and fries for lunch." [Name] gestured her thumb to her friends who just waved when they were mentioned but Miguel just looked at her.

"I have expressed that I didn't like you hanging out with them. You need to stay with me and I'll take you to get dinner later." Miguel said but [Name] shook her head and took a step back.

"They are my friends, Miguel, and they want to hang out with me before I'm sent back to my world and I want to spend time with them." She explained but Miguel was not happy to hear that - you were pulling away from him.

"Gabby, I told you not to talk to them. We are to monitor the Multi-Verse and then we are going to get dinner before I send you home." Miguel said and [Name's] eyes widened at the name he called her.

"What did you just call me?" [Name] said in a hushed whisper. Miguel was a little confused until he realized what he said and tried to apologize but [Name] just walked away from him and back to Miles and Gwen before the 3 of them walked out of the Spider-Society Headquarters to get their food. Miguel stood there with a heartbroken expression on his face but that soon faded away when he realized the real problem; it wasn't him, it was Miles and Gwen, they were turning you against him and he needed to do something about it. He turned and jumped back on his platform before doing some digging on your file - he was going to keep his little girl safe.

After lunch, you bid Miles and Gwen goodbye before you activated your gizmo to open a portal back to your Universe's Earth - it opened on the top of a building a few clicks away from your apartment and you webbed your way over there before entering in a window you always kept open in your room, the lights were off but as soon as you turned them on, you knew someone had been in your apartment. For starters, the room was clean and it hadn't been cleaned since you started the Spider-Woman Gig a while ago, your dirty clothes were now cleaned a folded neatly on your bed in piles of shirts and pants, and your undergarments were untouched in the basket by the bed.

You removed your mask and sniffed the air - someone was cooking in your kitchen. You grabbed your baseball bat, not wanting to reveal your identity as Spider-Woman to the intruder, and walked into the kitchen but the bat was snatched out of your hand by a red web.

Wait.

Red Web?!

"Miguel?!" You yelled at the man standing in your kitchen making lasagna that he was taking out of the oven with your oven mitts on his hands before placing the cooked food on the stove to cool and turned to face you.

"You're home. Sit down, dinner will be ready in a moment." Miguel said in his casual voice before going to wash his hands in your sink.

"What the hell are you doing in my house, cooking in my kitchen like you live here?!" You demanded to know.

"Language, Mija. Now, you got some mail while you were gone; you really need to do something about that water bill, but don't worry, I paid for all of your bills for the next 5 months." Miguel said as he walked over to you and ushered you to take a seat at the table.

"You didn't answer my question: What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" You pushed him away from you and glared in his face.

"Language, once again, Mija. I'm here to take care of you since you can't take care of yourself and you disobeyed me when I told you not to hang out with Miles and Gwen. You need Parental Guidance, [Name], and I'm going to be the one who gives it to you." Miguel said.

"Parental Guidance?! Miguel, you aren't my father and you never will be; I knew something was off about you when you calledme by your daughter's name but that's why I decided to keep my distance form you. Now, leave my house and don't come back here." You said as you pointed toward the door. Miguel just looked at the door before grabbed you by the arm and pulled you towards the chair and forced you to sit but before you could get back up again, he webbed you to the chair.

"We are going to have a nice dinner as Father and Daughter, you will watch your language and allow your father to feed you since you clearly don't know how to act like an adult." Miguel glared at you with his red eyes before walking into the kitchen to make the plates of food. You had to get out of here but how?

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the-oblivious-writer · 4 months

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After The Storm |3|

Tara Carpenter x Spider-Woman!Reader

Chapter Three: The Police Will Handle It

Summary: After a disastrous fight with Dr. Connors, ending with you as bruised and bloodied as ever, the only person you desperately feel you need is Tara

Warning(s): Swearing, if it looks like "Italic" the character is signing, injured R, & spidey level violence

Notes: Christmas came earlyyy. I wasn't expecting to get this chap out by tonight or this weekend at all tbh but ig I just missed these lovable, lovestruck idiots that much (also made them a playlist)

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Ringing.

That’s all you could hear as the pain in your ears never gave out. But that was all you could hear. Even your own whimpering fell deaf to you. There was only one thought on your mind; you needed Tara. She could make everything better. You don’t care if Sam’s at the apartment or not. You don't care if she arrested you on the spot. You just need Tara.

You swung through the pain, building to the building, until you saw Tara’s. You exhaled in relief when you spotted her lit up room through the window. Quickly, you swung to her firescape—nearly crashing against the window as you did so. Your tumbling let out a loud sound, getting Tara’s attention.

She rushed to her window, pushing it up, before she saw the state you were in. You were completely drained and it was clear. You were using the bit of the energy you had left to hold yourself up. Your suit was torn up, and your wounds were still fresh and visible. Tara’s eyes widened at the sight, but she quickly snapped out of it to bring you inside.

“Jesus, Y/N…”

You couldn’t even respond. You tried to, but you ended up groaning instead. “What the fuck happened?” Tara asked. It all sounded the same to you; muffled. Everything sounded muted.

She sat you down on her bed. You sucked in a breath, still extremely sore from your fight. She looked at you, trying to meet your eye line. That’s when she noticed you wouldn’t look at her. Tara raised her right hand to touch your face, she did it as gently as she could, but she made contact with your ear. You then flinch as you let out a hiss.

Tara immediately pulled her hand away. “I’m sorry…” She leaned in closer to look at your ear, she saw the angry bruising. The realization hit when she checked your other ear and she saw that it was just as bad, if not, worse.

“You can’t hear me?” Tara signed with furrowed eyebrows.

“No,” you signed back; you immediately averted your stare again.

With that answer, plenty of questions started racing through Tara’s mind. What did Dr. Connors do to you? When is your healing going to kick in? Will that even work for something this drastic? Are you scared?–

“You’re thinking loud,” you croaked; you finally got the courage to use the voice you suddenly lacked confidence in.

“Sorry,” Tara responded with an apologetic look.

“Just… be with me please?” You looked at her, eyes vulnerable. She looked at you, blinking, as a small reassuring smile grazed her face. She moved up the bed to lean against the pillow with you. On instinct, your head moved to rest on her shoulder. She cautiously snuck her hand up, once she was sure she wasn’t causing you any pain, she began to lightly scratch the back of your neck.

You snuggled closer to her, putting an arm over her waist. It wasn’t until a couple minutes later when everything came crashing down, when everything became so real. You just started crying. It started off slow, with a few tears escaping as you managed to hold some back, until you physically couldn’t hold back anymore. You must’ve started making noises, or maybe Tara noticed her shirt start to dampen, because she looked down at you.

At first, she wasn’t sure what to do. It was so sudden. It was also the first she was seeing you cry. In the end, she didn’t say anything, she just held you closer and placed a kiss on your temple as she continued to hold you in her arms. You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

—

You ended up staying the night, that wasn’t up for debate. You didn’t sleep as poorly as you could’ve in your condition. It shouldn’t be a shock at this point; you always found yourself sleeping better in Tara’s arms.

It was around eight when you were woken up by the sounds of shuffling. Sounds. You could hear again. Cool. You blinked your eyes open before looking at your surroundings. It didn’t take long for you to remember everything that happened. You looked over to see Tara putting on a hoodie.

“Morning,” you said in a raspy voice.

She got the hoodie on, pulling it all the way down as she turned to look at you. “Morning,” she reciprocated with a smile. Suddenly, she remembered the extent to your injuries and pointed to her own ear with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh—uh, yeah. I think I’m fine now,” you responded with a nod.

“Good. Today we’re relaxing.” She walked over to her mirror and grabbed her brush.

“What? No. Tara, I can’t ‘relax.’ I have a city to look after. Dr. Connors is still out there. And–”

Tara cut you off, slamming down her brush and turning to you with a glare. “–and look at what he did to you. The city isn’t going to collapse under itself if Spider-Woman takes a day to herself. You deserve it, Y/N.”

“But–”

“–The police will handle it.”

You looked down at your hands, contemplating your next move. You knew Tara wasn’t going to let up easily, if at all. Your only option is to listen to her.

“Fine,” you mumble.

“Fine. So… Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“What’s there to talk about? I got the shit beat out of me,” you let out a humorless chuckle.

“You couldn’t hear me. At all. What if I wasn’t here? What if he had taken your ability to walk—or in your case, swing? What would you do then? What if–”

You got up from her bed, taking her hands in yours as you cut her off. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. None of that happened, okay? I’m here, I’m with you, and in the end my healing kicked in. Don’t stress yourself over the what if’s.”

“You know I can’t help it,” Tara looked into your eyes. Her expression was so raw and genuine, you could feel your heartbeat pick up its pace as you looked into her eyes. You raised one of your hands to cup her cheek, the other still holding her hand.

“I know…” You leaned in, slowly to wait for her to reciprocate, which didn’t take long. She immediately caught your lips with hers. You both savored the moment as you both did with every shared moment you have with the other. You both hesitantly pull apart, your thumb gently brushing against her cheek as a small smile grazes your face.

“I’ll always come home, Tara.”

“You can’t promise that… No one can promise that.” You knew she was right.

“I’ll always fight a million times harder. I can at least promise you that.”

Tara let out a light sigh, leaning into your touch as you pulled her in with the hand that cupped her cheek. She didn’t fight it as she moved her arms to wrap themselves around your waist.

Everything is going to be okay, Tara thought to herself. It has to be…

—

Tara decided to make you breakfast that morning, as a way to start off your day of relaxation. It was perfect because Sam had an early shift, and she wouldn’t be home for a while.

When you got the okay, she finally let you out of her room—she wanted it to be a surprise—and led you to the kitchen. You were immediately hit with the smell of something burning, coffee, and something else you couldn’t quite place. But nevertheless, you still held a smile as she sat you down at the table.

She placed the plate in front of you; you looked down at it to find what looked to be pancakes, extra crispy turkey bacon, blackened toast, and a steaming cup of coffee not too far away. Tara was now sitting in the seat across from you as you looked at the food.

“These are… an interesting shape.” You push around the lumpy pancakes with your fork. Looked up at Tara who looked back with anticipation.

“Go on, try them,” she urged excitedly.

“Oh, now? Yeah—yeah sure.” You cleared your throat as you cut through the pancake after drowning it in syrup, before putting it in your mouth. You’re immediately hit with a sour bitterness, even through all the syrup you drenched it in. You look over and see Tara’s still looking at you contently, waiting for a response. You smile, mouth still full, and you still haven’t swallowed a single thing.

“Is so good,” you muffled the lie while chewing on the pancake. Is it—is it crunchy?

Tara groaned, rolling her eyes as she got up from her seat across from you.

“It’s terrible.”

“What? No, no, no, it’s not—uh, it’s just a little burnt. But you know I think that just brings out the… flavor? You know?” You harshly swallowed down more of the pancake, Tara only shook her head at your response as she took the plate in front of you.

“I’m just gonna make you a banana,” Tara sighed.

“You’re gonna make me a banana?” You questioned with raised eyebrows.

“I’m gonna make you a banana,” she rubbed your shoulder before walking away with the plates.

“She’s gonna make me a banana…” You murmur to yourself.

Tara ended up doordashing something edible for breakfast and you happily ate the banana while you waited for it. When the food came, the two of you settled in front of the TV. An hour in, you and Tara were lying on the couch, tangled with one another.

She had unintentionally trapped you with her legs while you wrapped one of your arms around her shoulders, the other arm's hand holding her own hand. This would seem uncomfortable to anybody else, but not to you and Tara.

The two of you made it work.

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The day was slowly coming to an end, which Tara was dreading. She knew once the next day came, she would have no excuse to hold you captive any longer. Luckily, she convinced you to stay overnight. Usually, you would be hesitant about staying the night due to Sam. But since Sam was so busy she wouldn’t be back until morning, you had agreed. You also knew Tara wasn’t ready for you to return to your crime fighting, whether she said it out loud or not.

“Twister! We haven’t played Twister yet,” Tara exclaimed before walking over to her closet.

“Tara, I can not play Twister. I’m exhausted. Maybe another time?” Your tone was apoplectic and genuine, you could barely fight off your yawns anymore. She looked over to see you rubbing your eyes as you struggled to keep your eyelids up.

“No it’s okay. Let’s just get some sleep, yeah?”

“Sleep would be lovely,” you agreed in a drowsy voice. “I never thought my sleepiness could hit like this. It’s like a cement truck,” you murmur as you lazily get into bed.

“I think all those energy draining fights are finally catching up to you,” Tara responded as she got into bed with you. She helped you with the blanket, seeing as you could barely move your arms.

“Mmmm, that’ll do it.” The blanket now covers half your face, your eyes are closed as you begin to drift off to sleep. Tara leaned over, pressing a kiss on your temple before whispering goodnight.

She could get used to this.

—

What Tara wasn’t expecting was to be awoken at six in the morning to an alarm she did not in fact set. She groaned as she mindlessly waved and smacked her hands around in an attempt to shut up whatever was causing the blaring noise.

“Hey, watch it,” she heard you say. Now she let out a confused groan, reaching over to turn on her lamp.

She lifted herself up by her arms, then rubbed her eyes as she adjusted to the room’s lighting. It took a while to process what was going on as she looked around her room and at you, but once she did, she was not too happy.

“Y/N. Take that suit off.”

“Woah there. Don’t you think it’s a little too early for that?”

“You know what I mean. You can’t be serious!” She shouted in a hushed tone. “It’s—” She reached over for her phone to check the time, “—six! It’s six in the fucking morning. Go to bed.”

“Dr. Connors was spotted again. I can’t just let him run free. The police–”

“–The police will handle it. Go. To. Bed.”

You looked over at the opened window then to Tara. You sighed, mumbling something to yourself before moving towards Tara. “We’ll play Twister tonight. Promise.” You lean down to kiss her cheek before pulling down your mask.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, don’t you dare jump out that—aaand she’s already gone.”

—

All you knew was that Dr. Connors, aka The Lizard, was going on another one of his rampages. This time, taking down a bridge full of cars with him. No doubt, those cars were full of people just trying to get to point B. You need to help them. That’s all you could think about on your way over to the bridge.

Once you got there, you noticed the mutant immediately. He wasn’t that hard to miss. “Incomiiiing!” You shouted as you swung down legs first in the direction of Dr. Connors. You kicked him down just as he threw a car off the bridge. You reacted quickly by shooting a web at the car while The Lizard was down. It hung from the edge as you secured the end of the string to the railing of the bridge.

So far, you were able to do that with every other car The Lizard used as a frisbee. You looked over at him, hearing his gowling from just a few feet away. His hand had already grown back after being crushed by one of the cars. Your eyes narrowed, ready to pounce. You had lost him, and to him, more than enough times. You weren’t going to let that happen again. That was until you heard the cries of a civilian, causing you to turn your head the other direction.

“Somebody help! Help me! My kid is trapped!” The father desperately shouted, looking around just as desperately in hopes his begging was heard by someone—anyone.

You suddenly heard stomps, causing you to turn your head back at Dr. Connors. He was running away, again. But catching him didn’t seem as important as it did just moments before. You didn’t have to think twice as you swung in the direction of the father.

You landed on the back of one of the hanging cars where you heard a screaming kid. You immediately ripped off the back window, throwing it to the side.

“Heeelp! Heeelp!” The boy screamed as he struggled in his seat.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, buddy. It's okay. It’s alright,” you tried to reassure him but you realized you were only freaking him out more when he turned to look at you with wide eyes.

“Get away!” He was out of breath, swinging his arms around.

“Hey look!” You said as you pulled off your mask, holding out your arms in front of you; he stopped screaming.

“I’m just a normal person. Alright? You wanna hold this?” You asked, referring to your mask. When he nodded, you threw him your mask, “Hold on to my mask.” He looked down at the mask, his breathing began to calm down but his adrenaline was still high.

“What’s your name?” You look over to the duffle bag near him to see a name written. “Jack?”

“Yes…”

“Let’s get you out of here, Jack,” you said in a reassuring tone. “Stay very still,” you told him as you attempted to climb into the car.

“Alright,” he watched your every move as he continued to hold onto your mask.

“Okay, I got you.” You reach your arm over, wrapping it around his waist from behind his seat as carefully as you possibly could. “Okay now look, I’m gonna undo the belt. You’re gonna hold onto the backseat for me, okay? You ready?” You hand gripped the seatbelt, finger hovering over the red button.

When he nodded you began counting, “Okay, one…two…three,” you unbuckled his belt. He successfully landed on the steering wheel. “See how easy that was? You did a great job,” you chuckled in relief. His breathing was heavy as he nodded his head up and down, you knew he was still nervous and scared as hell.

Who wouldn’t be in this situation?

Just then, your senses go off. You can hear the sound of flames not too far from your ears; you turn your head to the direction of where the sound was coming from to see that the car is beginning to be consumed by fire. The heat causes the web, that the car was hanging by, to break.

You quickly shoot another web, hanging by it with a tight grip, as you’re now outside the car; you hold onto the end of the car as tightly as you can, ignoring the burning sensation in your forearm as you hear the little boy’s screams.

You groaned, trying to tighten your hold as much as you can without being forced to let go. You’re literally hanging by a thread. The car’s beginning to smoke as the flames spread further and further. You look directly at Jack through the opening.

“Jack, climb! Now!”

“I can’t!”

“Yes you can!” A separate piece of the car falls down in flames, meeting a watery death. You let out a grunt as the car grows heavier and heavier by the second. “Pu—put it on! That mask, it’s gonna make you strong!” Jack looked down at the mask; you see the slight skepticism on his face. “Jack, trust me. Just put it on!”

He finally gives in, putting the mask over his face. “There ya go! That’s it! That’s it, buddy! Okay, now climb! Come on Jack!” The part you held onto was beginning to loosen more and more from the car itself. You only had so much time before the whole thing took a swim.

He steadily began to climb up, grabbing onto the backs of the seats to do so.

“Do me a favor, a little faster! Okay bud? You’re doing great!” He was so close, he just needed to take a few more steps and you would be able to pull him up. But suddenly, the part you were holding onto broke loose within a blink of an eye. “No!” You shouted as the car started falling down.

You swiftly shot your web at him, pulling him from the car as it continued to fall down. By the time it hit the ocean, Jack was safely hanging by your web. You instantly looked down at the water in great relief before you started pulling him up to the bridge.

There his father was to greet him with a hug, holding on as tightly as he possibly could. You fully climbed onto the railing on your way back up, squatting on the railing as you looked at the father and son.

That’s when the man turned to you with a question, “Who are you?”

“I’m Spider-Woman,” you answered simply before swinging off.

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“Of course that happens as soon as you leave my room,” Tara lightly shook her head, referring to the incident on the bridge. She was in your bedroom, changing into her pajamas as the two of you spoke. You convinced her to stay overnight at your place this time. She just told Sam she was staying at Mindy’s. A small, yet convincing, lie.

“Well, it’s a good thing I was there. I… if I wasn’t there… I don’t even wanna think about it,” you held a sorrowful tone as you murmured. Tara looked up as she heard the dread in your voice, beginning to walk over to you. You were sitting on your bed, leaning against the headboard, when she came up to you.

“Listen to me.” She was now straddling your waist, her hands cupped your jaw as your own hands rested on her hipline. “What you did? Was beyond incredible. You brought that kid back to his dad–”

“–I almost didn’t though. I was so close to losing him.” Your eyes look down to the side, the overwhelming feeling of what could have happened taking over you.

“Don’t stress yourself over the what if’s,” she softly lifted your face back up with her hands so your eyes could meet hers.

A smile started to slowly graze your face before you responded, “Did you just quote me?”

“Hey, your advice isn’t half-bad.” She reciprocated your smile; your face was less than inches apart, you both couldn’t help but glance at the other’s lips.

“Well thank you. Sometimes I need to hear it from someone else, especially if that someone's you,” you said truthfully; you brushed your thumb against her hip.

“Glad I could be helpful.”

“Now, didn’t I recall somebody wanting to play Twister?”

Tara giggled, shaking her head. “I wasn’t serious about that. I was just trying to see if I could hold you captive a little longer,” she confessed.

“Gasp! Nuh uh, no way,” you sarcastically responded.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, her smile never faltering.

“What do you wanna do then?”

You and Tara spent the night making out, watching movies, and eating leftover pizza. You found yourselves tangled with one another, once again. You looked down at Tara’s face as the TV screen' light illuminated off of her face; you simply couldn’t look away.

She was the most beautiful being you have ever had the blessing of laying your eyes upon. Every time you looked into her eyes, stared at her longingly from across the room, hugged her, kissed her, heard her voice, or simply just thought of her—each was a reminder and reason.

You would protect Tara no matter the cost. You would die for her.

—

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this… again.” You were carrying Tara on your back to your bedroom. Tara’s chin rested on your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your shoulders, and you held onto her legs, adjusting every now and then.

“Because you’re obsessed with me,” Tara remarked before placing a kiss to your neck that gave you shivers. You mumbled something under your breath. “What was that?”

“Nothing, dear!”

“Nice save.”

“I try,” you reply as you push your half opened bedroom door all the way open. Tara snuggled closer to you as you approached the bed. “Tara… you know you actually have to get off my back in order to get into bed, right?”

“Ugh, sooo tired,” she murmured with half-lid eyes.

“Just loosen your arms a bit for me, hun. I’ll just throw—” You glance over at Tara and see her wearing a scowl; maybe you should choose your next words more carefully. “—gently place you on the bed.”

“Fine,” she said in a muffled tone—the lower part of her face now resting on your shoulder.

You felt her loosen her arms before you did as you said you would; you gently place her down on the bed, putting a pillow behind her head and then the blanket over her. You began to walk away to change into your pajamas, but stopped when you felt a tug on your sleeve.

“Don’t go,” Tara said in a sleepy voice.

“I’m still here, just changing into some new clothes. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” After a few seconds, you got a nod from her. You placed a kiss on her cheek before you turned to change; you decided to move your clothes over to change a little closer to where Tara’s resting. It wouldn’t hurt to stay close.

Once you changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, you crawled into bed with Tara and pulled some of the blanket over you. Almost as soon as you got into bed, Tara turned around to face you; her eyes were still closed as she got closer and rested her head on your chest, putting an arm over your stomach. You accepted her embrace, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You held each other closely through the night.

Tara's warm embrace was more than enough to get you through said night.

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A/N: cookie to anybody who got the flash reference

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fabled-fiction · 11 months

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Not Canon

Spider!Reader x Miguel O’Hara Implied

Summary: You’re a Spider and so is Miguel, which means it just isn’t meant to be. No matter how hard Miguel tries to convince himself otherwise.

Word Count: 687 (issa short blurb)

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SPIDERMAN: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE.

You weren't canon.

At least, not for him.

There was a very specific formula that everyone had to follow, that he had to follow.

It has his word, basically his gospel. In order to keep the multiverse, the infinite web of realities together from collapsing in on itself. Never diverge from canon events.

He knew if he got too close to you he would absolutely diverge, or worse. You would get close to him and your world as both of you knew it would crumble.

And oh how he loved how much you loved your Earth.

Your Earth, the one that you fought oh so valiantly to protect. You were different from the other Spiders he could tell. Sure every Spider took their role with grace eventually, they always did. Some took some convincing while others only needed a few days. But you were different.

You didn't even question your role after you were bit. Despite having no idea or clue as to what a Spider person was, it was like you immediately knew that you were destined for greatness after that bite. You transformed your role almost as quickly as that spider had transformed you.

That's why you were recruited for the Spider society. It was an easy decision, sometimes he thinks it was too easy of a decision that he had made. That Jessica had made, that Layla had barely put a word in for. You were a Spiderperson for less than a month, but just like your role as a Spider you took your role in Spider society in an instant. You were a natural.

Maybe it was the fact that your spider events weren't necessarily the same as every other spiders. That's what Miguel told himself whenever he let his mind wander a bit too far, whenever he wanted to convince himself that maybe your timeline could be different. That you and him could pursue each other.

He told himself that whenever he found himself looking too long at footage of yourself. Whenever you were away from the society, valiantly defending your Earth from the known enemies of the Spiders whenever they decided to finally pop up in your reality. Or just when you were here, thwiping about and teaching new charges about their roles in the ever expanding web.

Whenever he found his heart beating a little too fast.

Whenever he had himself almost convinced that his aching hand could finally be cured by the hold of yours.

You were supposed to end up with an MJ. Those were just the rules. Just because you had not found your MJ yet didn't mean Miguel could occupy that space until the time came. Cause if he was being honest with himself the minute he made you his he wouldn't step down. He had taken the role of someone else before, he had replaced someone else’s role on another Earth.

That Earth was gone now, because of him.

He would not go through that again.

He wouldn’t let you EVER go through that.

Whenever he found himself lecturing the newest recruit that was taking the news a little too hard that a loved one had to die, saying his infamous speech about how saving one person was not a valid reason to doom thousands that little voice in the back of his head would begin to speak up.

Because if he was being honest with himself, he was a hypocrite.

And maybe that was the irony of his situation. That he was already breaking canon, that he would break canon just for you to be happy. But it was his canon, and other’s canons that he was metaphorically sacrificing just for yours to remain.

He would let a thousand Earths fall to ruin before he could even imagine letting you see yours fall.

“Hey Miguel, you got a second?”

He would let every Earth burn just for a moment with you, you didn't even have to ask.

Because that's all he would allow himself. Faint moments, passing glances, and a few words exchanged. It was just barely enough to satiate his thirst for you. But it was enough to get by.

Because he wasn’t canon.

At least not for you.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 16 days

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 2

Summary: Reader is still a little sick and staying hidden while Wanda and Natasha look after her.

TW: Sickness, asthma

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Part two!!!

It must have been a couple of hours sleep before you woke up again. Somebody was knocking on the door and for a second you panicked, still feeling awful and sleepy your mind was working though a dense fog to catch up.

When you finally managed to recall the events of earlier that morning, you felt a slight bit of relief.

“Come in.” You called, your throat scratchy and sounding like sandpaper on glass.

The door handle turned, and you prayed the girls had kept their promise to not tell the others yet.

Wanda’s face peered into the room, and she glanced around until her eyes fell on you, still holed up in bed under the sheets.

“How are you feeling?” Wanda asked as she came inside, holding a tray. She gently closed the door after her and came to sit on the bed beside you.

“A bit better than I was. But not great.” You mumbled.

“Well, if you don’t mind, Nat and I are happy to look after you until you get better. Peter’s been telling us stories about you, now he can.” She begun and you groaned. Drawing a smile from her. “All good don’t worry. He’s a good kid and it sounds like you’re a good sister. And spider-man at that.” She said with a wink, and you buried your flaming face in your hands.

Wanda carefully pried your fingers away from your blazing cheeks and smiled softly at you.

“Now, I made you some soup and Nat’s gone to steal some of Peter’s enhanced-super cold and flu medicine out of Bruce’s lab for you.” Wanda said as she set the tray down on your bedside table. “Put this under your tongue.” She said handing you a thermometer.

“I’m fine.” You said not taking from her. She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Really. Im all good now.” You argued and she still wasn’t having it.

Using her magic wanda floated the thermometer up to hover in front of your lips. You gave her a look and opened your mouth.

She beamed at you and the thermometer positioned itself under your tongue.

“Now what?” You mumbled from behind the stick.

“Now we wait for that to beep and go from there.” Wanda said catching the drooping thermometer with her finger before it could fall from your mouth while you spoke.

After a few more seconds of Wanda fussing with the things on the tray and messaging who you assumed must be Nat on her phone, the stick beeped.

Before you had a chance to remove it yourself wanda had stolen from your lips and was closely observing the numbers on the small screen.

She hummed a low note and sent another text to Nat before placing it down on the bedside table.

“Well?” You asked trying not to pout about feeling left out.

“102.3 still a fever.” Wanda said before standing and heading to the door to open it.

Natasha stepped into the room with three bottles of medicine in her arms.

She came over and took a seat next to wanda who had sat back on the bed like before.

She handed the bottles to wanda who looked at the labels and began taking out pills from two of the bottles and measuring out a red liquid from the other.

“Oh, hell nah.” You said. “I am not drinking that.”

Nat raised an eyebrow. “You will be.” She said and you frowned, slouching down and glaring at her which only seemed to make her smirk grow larger.

Wanda finished measuring it all out and handed you the two pills and a glass of water.

“What is this?” You asked.

“Fever reducers and cold and flu meds that were made for peter.” Wanda said and you nodded and took them.

Then wanda held out the small medicine cup of red liquid.

“Nope.” You said pursing your lips. “Not happening.”

“If you don’t take this, I’ll force feed you it myself.” Wanda said and you glared at each other for a second before swiping it out of her hands.

“Fine.” You grumbled and wanda beamed at you.

“Good girl.” She said and you defiantly did not feel your stomach flip at those two words.

However, Natasha seemed to smirk to herself about something while wanda busied herself with the soup.

You took the medicine like a shot and scrunched up your nose after.

“Why is it sweet?” You asked smacking your lips together.

“Peter’s a baby when it comes to gross cough syrup, so he requested it taste like cotton candy.” Nat said and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course he did.” You mumbled.

Before you could find further reason to complain Nat plucked the cup from your hands and wanda set the tray on your lap, fussing over the pillows behind you that were keeping you propped up against the bedhead.

You eyed the tray closely. There was a bowl of thick orange soup with a blob of white sprinkle with small green herbs. Along with a soup spoon and napkin.

“Um? What kind of soup is it?” You asked.

“Pumpkin soup with sour cream and chives.” Wanda said. “It’s an old family recipe from my childhood.” She said seeming to lose her smile for a fraction of a second before it came back.

You nodded. “Thank you. You really didn’t have to go to all the effort wanda.”

She just shrugged. “Its kind of what we do around here.”

“Look after each other, she means.” Nat clarified and you nodded and brought a spoonful of soup to your lips.

It was warm and tasted amazing. You hummed in delight at the taste and Wanda beamed.

“This is really good.” You said taking another spoonful of it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Wanda said.

“So, where’s peter?” You asked, striking up conversation.

“May took him home. Nat managed to convince her that you were fine staying here with us. We are happy to have you and if you like that could be a more permanent offer depending on what the team has to say.” Wanda said and you choked on your soup.

Coughing, you felt Natasha’s strong hands pound your back to help you breathe.

Once the fit had subsided you blinked at wanda who was looking at you with concern in her eyes. You waved her off.

“I’m all good.” You begun but she handed you the glass of water anyways.

“Small sips.” She instructed and you nodded and drank some of it slowly.

“Sorry.” You apologised. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” You mumbled, cheeks warm.

“No need to apologise I probably should have waited until you weren’t eating.” Wanda said and you laughed.

“But in all seriousness… you guys want me here? Like … on the team?” You asked and Nat looked at Wanda before nodding.

“We would need to have Fury sign off. Steve and Tony will have to agree as well, but theres not denying you would be a valuable asset to the team.” Nat begun. “I’m planning on holding a meeting with the team when your up to it. But until then I want you to rest and get better. It’s important you put your best foot forward when starting off with the team.” Nat said and Wanda nodded.

“You’ll do great. The team will love you.” Wanda agreed, throwing in her own two cents to Nat’s speech.

“So, Nat how did you manage to sneak in and out of Bruce’s lab and find peters meds?” Wanda asked with the grin that Natasha returned.

As Nat launched into her story, which included a cabinet of medicine labelled spider-baby, a banner-stark debate over what atom is the best and lastly her spy skills.

By now everyone had gotten themselves comfortable on the bed. You were sat against the headboard with wanda on your left and Natasha on your right.

The king bed managed to squeeze all of you in and left ample room for more space.

As Nat continued her story you found yourself listing to one side. Your eyes drifting half shut as the exhaustion rolled over you.

Blinking harshly, you tried to stay awake until a soft hand guided your head to something soft that smelt like strawberries and vanilla.

You decided to forgo fighting sleep for any longer and left yourself drift off.

Natasha grinned at Wanda who was stroking your hair as you laid on her shoulder asleep.

It was an adorable sight and Nat may or may not have taken a photo of all three of you together with you asleep in the middle.

After the two listened to your slightly wheezy breathing and elected to let you sleep for now and to monitor your breathing, Wanda put on a sit-com on the Tv on a low volume as her and Nat settled in.

Over the course of the afternoon Wanda and Nat kept a close eye on you as you slept. Listening to the wheeze in your exhale and making sure it didn’t get worse or require your asthma inhaler.

Once or twice when Wanda checked your temperature with her hand against your forehead you nuzzled into her palm, still sleeping which warmed the witch's heart

You were adorable in her eyes and the glint in Natasha’s said she felt the same way.

At one point your powers began acting up as Wanda wanted to get up for some water and she found herself stuck to you.

She had looked lost and slightly bewildered while Nat giggled and helped her pry you off her.

“Tony says peter does the same thing when he’s sick. They can’t control it.” Nat had explained to Wanda in a hushed and slightly amused whisper so as not to wake you.

Finally at around five in the evening Wanda decided she needed to get up and cook dinner.

As she slid out of bed you began to wiggle a bit, seeking the warmth that had been there moments ago as you had been tucked into her side.

Wanda watched like a deer in headlights to see if you would wake up.

Instead, you simply rolled over and latched onto Natasha leg. Clinging to it like a baby sloth cuddling its mama.

Natasha had looked surprised almost shocked at the turn of events and Wanda hid a giggle behind her hand at Nat’s comical expression before she schooled her features.

It took a lot to surprise Natasha, but you had managed to do it within only knowing her for two days.

Wanda silently slipped out the door as Natasha looked down at you with a peaceful smile.

No longer paying attention to the Tv she was gazing down at you as she gently traced a pattern on your arm.

Despite having only known you for two days, Wanda and Natasha had found themselves almost entranced by you. From the way your nose scrunched up when you smiled to the way it twitched like a bunny before you sneezed.

Peter had kept telling them stories about you and your escapades as spider-man that had often landed him in trouble with Tony.

Wanda and Natasha had found all the walls they had spent years building over their scarred hearts to have melted in the presence of your sunny disposition, even if it was buried under a little sickness at the moment.

Wanda wanted to learn more about you, she always loved stories as a child, but you seemed like the best novel she may ever get the chance to read. And she wanted nothing more than to write the rest of your chapters together. She would be willing to bleed the ink from her own body to write your happily ever after together on the same page. To exist in a world of you and her. To add to the ecosystem that fed her soul. Because she always felt she had room for more un her heart. She had felt love like this before, once before, and it was double as she had laid in the bed with the both of you.

Natasha dreamed of finding someone that felt like home. After so long running from false families and a broken childhood, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and relax with someone that made her feel safe. Someone that made her feel the same way you do when you drink hot chocolate while watching the snow drift down on a winter wonderland. You were the home she was looking for. The way your heart touched hers, reached for her like a magnet was something she rarely felt. Something she had only ever felt once before. With another redhead who lived in the tower.

Wanda finished making dinner at around six. Before calling the team, she plated up three dishes of food and left the kitchen.

Only once she was safely clear and, in the lift, did she tell Jarvis to alert the team for dinner.

When Wanda stepped back into your room the first thing, she noticed was the concern on Natashas face.

Many may see the black widow as a cold heartless woman, yet that was just her persona in front of the cameras.

Sure, she was hard to crack open at first, but it seems she had taken a liking to you almost immediately.

Behind closed doors Natasha was quite a sweet and caring person for those she loved, showing her affection in indirect manners such as little gifts and cracking jokes at just the right time.

As wanda approached the bed she begun to realise why Nat was worried.

Your breathing which they had been monitoring had grown more wheezy.

Nat looked up from where she had been studying your face to look at wanda.

“I wasn’t sure if I should let her sleep or wake her to use her inhaler.” Nat said.

“No, you did the right thing. We have to wake her up for dinner now anyway, so we’ll have her use it now.” Wanda said with a small smile.

“We should also check her temperature and give her some more medicine.” Nat added and wanda agreed with a nod as she placed the dishes down on the desk.

Natasha gently began to rub your arm. “Y/n/n. Y/n/n wake up.” Nat said softly and after a second you batted her hand away drawing a chuckle from Wanda.

“Noooo let me sleep.” You said but Nat wasn’t having it.

You tried to pull the covers over your head but Nat held them down in place on the bed with her foot.

“Would you get up if I told you wanda made dinner?” Nat asked and wanda stifled a chuckle behind her hand as you cracked one eye open.

“Maybe.” You said and wriggled so you were sat against the headboard.

“Good. But before you get dinner its medicine time.” Nat said and you groaned in protest.

“There’s always a catch.” You grumbled and Wanda winked at you.

“For you? Always.” Wanda grinned and you gave her a half-hearted glare.

Natasha pressed your inhaler into your hand, and you simply blinked at her. “I don’t need it.” You said.

“I’m not asking again.” Nat smiled sweetly.

“Technically you didn’t ask the first time.” You said and looked at wanda for backup where she was leaning against the desk with an amused smile.

“Nope.” She said popping the p. “I can hear you wheezing from here bubs. Take it and breath like the rest of us.” She said smugly.

“Whatever.” You pouted and took the inhaler, ignoring them both and looking at a spot on the wall.

When you were done wanda patted your cheek.

“Good.” She said handing you a thermometer you took and dutifully placed under your tongue.

When it beeped Nat’s quick hands beat you to it and stole the device from your lips.

“99.8 it’s gone down.” Nat said with a smile.

“Yay.” You drawled sarcastically.

Before you could even get another word or remark in Wanda placed two tablets into your hand. “Swallow these.” She instructed and pressed a glass of water into your other hand.

You sighed and did as you were told, making both women smile at each other.

As the three of you ate you complemented Wanda’s cooking and savoured the food.

The two women chatted to you about the avengers asking any questions you had. When dinner was done, they could see you fighting to stay awake.

When do I get to meet the team?” You asked over a yawn you directed into your fist.

“Well, we’ll see how you feel in the morning and go from there.” Wanda smiled as she messed around with the pillows. “Get some sleep Y/n.” She smiled and you nodded, too tired to argue.

Settling down you were asleep before they two had left the room.

PART 3

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glader13 · 9 months

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Chasing Memories of You

Miguel x Reader

Warning: There is some smut in the beginning (18 and up)

Part 2:

“Lyla,” you said, though your voice … sounded different, “Are you recording?”

Your voice was hushed as you walked through Miguel’s darkened hallways, his shirt loosely hanging off of you. The only light coming from the candles on the small cake. Your smile was contagious as you looked back at Lyla.

“Yes, I can play back anything,” she hovered over your shoulder, “I can do so much more than record.”

“Hey, don’t sound so offended,” you laughed, “You don’t even know what a smartphone is.”

You paused in front of his door, taking a breath. You slowly opened it, watching him sleep. He had a small smile, as the city lights softly lit his face. You walked over to him, holding the cake in one hand, as the other ran through his soft hair. A part of you did not want to wake him, seeing that he was sleeping nightmare free. Finally not being plagued by his daughter’s death. It caused you to smile as you mentally took a snapshot. You leaned down, giving him a soft peck on the lips, another warm spark setting off in you as he moved underneath you.

“Mi amor,” his voice was in a tone that isn’t recognizable anymore, in a tone that is lost to him, “Why are you up so late?”

“Or early,” you kissed him again, “Happy birthday, Miggy.”

He pulled you in between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed a soft kiss on your stomach, before hiding his face there as he mumbled about how he doesn’t deserve this, or even you. “You’re right,” you said, running your hand down his back, “You deserve so much more than this.”

He looked up, his eyes shining in the candlelight. “I’m forever grateful for your love,” he kissed your hand, “I don’t know where I’ll be without it.” He then blew out the candles, before following you into the kitchen.

You placed the cake in the fridge, slightly jumping from feeling his arms snake their way around you. He kissed the back of your neck, then your shoulder. You felt his hand slip underneath the shirt, teasingly rubbing circles on your clit. You leaned into him, humming as he moved your panties to the side. You turned your head, meeting him in a passionate kiss. Miguel turned your body toward him, lifting you on the counter, and giving you bruising kisses on your neck.

“I guess you don’t want your cake,” you breathed, feeling him slip two fingers in, “I want to celebrate.”

“Why would I eat my cake,” he kissed you again, causing you to moan because he curled his fingers, “When I have a much better dessert right here.”

His free hand ran a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness on his finger. He smirked, noticing how slick his finger looked. He popped his finger in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his finger. He moaned, before moving his fingers out of you, the emptiness causing you to whine. He sucked on his other fingers, moaning at your taste. He pulled your underwear off, pulling you to the edge of the counter.

He knelt in front of you, “Cariño, you taste better than any food, than any cake I will ever eat.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell at his words. You cupped his face with your hand, causing him to lean into it. He took your hand, kissing it softly. You then moved your hand to his thick hair, softly guiding his head toward your aching cunt.

“Hey, do you want me to keep going? Also, your breathing has changed, everything okay?” Lyla popped out of nowhere.

You jumped again, your hand finding Miguel’s forehead and pushing him away. You shot a web at your underwear, quickly balling it in your fist. You smiled at Lyla telling her you’re fine as Miguel cursed.

“Why are you on the floor Miguel?” Lyla appeared in front of his face, her head to the side, “Last time I checked, it was impossible for you to slip.”

You chuckled, causing Miguel’s eyes to focus on you. They were still dark, full of nothing but want, and you felt it. You squeezed your legs together, zoning out Miguel’s and Lyla’s bickering. You jumped off the counter, standing at Miguel’s side, thankful that his shirt was long.

“You can stop recording,” you smiled, “We’re going to bed, right Miggy?”

Miguel looked at you, his mouth open in protest. You gave him a knowing smile, cupping the bottom of his face, as he said bed again, finally getting it.

“We’ll call you if we need you,” Miguel called back to her, leading you to his room.

“Miguel.” he heard a voice, “Miguel … this isn’t healthy.”

He dropped his head, sighing as he rubbed circles on his forehead. He forced himself away from the multiple screens, looking at the bouquet next to him on a spare desk. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling his throat tighten, as anger coursed through him. That video was from three years ago, when you were in his arms, smiling. When he was able to hold you and not holograms of you.

It was about two years ago when he lost himself for good, that man who was on the screen, he’s gone forever. She, you, took his heart as you looked at him with failing eyes, with that same loving smile.

“What do you want Lyla?” his voice was cold.

“It’s,” she didn’t know how to proceed, “Today is her anniversary.”

“Okay,” was his one-worded response, but of course he knew. He could never forget this day.

Miguel returned to the multiple screens, pulling up another video of you. You were looking over Nueva York, standing on the side of a building. You looked up at him, hearing Miguel call your name. The sun lit up your eyes, as you walked on the side, smiling at Miguel.

“Want to join me on my walk?” You smiled teasingly, “Oh, you can’t.”

Miguel sat on the edge of the building, looking down at you, “Very funny.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “It’s okay to say you’re jealous Miggy,” your voice sounded like summer, the nickname never failing to make his heart smile.

“Why would I be?” He asked as his eyes carefully watched you in case of an accident, “I have claws, fangs with venom, and enhanced strength and hearing. I’m okay, baby.”

Now, you mumbled showoff as he flashed you a grin, revealing his fangs. Still, you continued to walk, your hand resting on your abdomen as you focused on the futuristic city. You eventually made your way back to Miguel, sitting close to him as he wrapped an arm around you.

He drew you in for a kiss, and even now as he watches the file play, he could imagine how soft your lips were, and he swears that he can feel the ghost of them. He sighed, missing you on his lips when a single kiss would erase all worry. Miguel closed the file, no longer able to withstand hearing your voice.

“We have to be there on time Miguel,” Lyla didn’t let up, “Without a flask.”

“How else am I supposed to get through today then?” He tiredly asked.

“Be present, be all there,” Lyla began and Miguel couldn’t believe that an AI was telling him how to grieve, “It’s the least you can do, especially after how you showed up to her funeral. Peter had to read your speech-”

“I didn’t want to be there, I couldn’t stand being there!” Miguel cut her off, “My love, my y/n, who was carrying my child, was in a coffin. I was suffocating up there. I needed alcohol to function.”

“I,” he began thinking of all those that he lost, how everyone who ever loved him, was gone, “I can’t seem to protect my family,” he said to no one in particular as he walked through the portal.

Author's Note: Hi, I hope you enjoyed this. And I was wondering how you will feel about part 2?

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miguelswifey04 · 10 months

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spider!reader running into headquarters and giving miguel the biggest hug ever because she had a dream where something bad happened to him and he’s like ?????

thank you for the requesting!! this is cute ngl :(

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the header quarters was vast—enormous was probably an understatement to say the least. your heart thumped against your rib cage vicariously as you hung upside down on the elevator that was taking you up a few stories high as you were left emotionally scarred from the nightmare you had where miguel tragically died…he was shot in your dream. adrenaline was coursing through your veins as you felt your stomach churn and your heart felt heavy because you couldn’t live with yourself if something bad had happened to miguel. ‘god please be okay.’ none but miguel knew you had an ability such as clairvoyance. no other spider-person but you possess that ability. miguel always needed you because of that ability of yours and it worked wonders when you could seek out into the future and avoid negative outcomes.

but the vivid nightmare plagued your mind by images of miguel in a bloodied bath laid lifeless on an alleyway. the fear lingered, refusing to let you go until you knew for sure he was safe.

spotting miguel across the room, you sprinted towards him, disregarding any concerns of decorum. when you reached him, you didn't hesitate, throwing your arms around him in a tight embrace. the urgency and intensity of your hug conveyed the depth of your concern, your need to ensure that he was alright.

“miguel," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, as tears welled up in your eyes. "i had a dream... a terrible dream. i couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you. you were dead…shot to death.”

miguel, caught off guard by your sudden embrace, wrapped his arms around you in return, holding you close. he was confused about the nightmare that you said that he was shot to death. he couldn’t be shot to death, he was spider-man 2099. he could feel the genuine worry in your touch, your affection and care radiating from your very being. his heart swelled with gratitude and a renewed understanding of your guys connection.

“i’m here, i’m okay," he murmured reassuringly, his voice filled with sincerity. "you don't need to worry. i’m safe, and i’m not going anywhere."

you let out a shaky breath, gripping him tighter as your absorbed his words. there, in that moment, you found solace. your racing heart began to calm, your fears dissipating in the face of his presence. miguel’s embrace grounded you, providing the comfort you desperately needed.

you both stood there, locked in each other’s embrace, surrounded by your fellow Spider-People who understood the unbreakable bond you both shared. it was a moment of profound connection, a testament to your friendship and the unwavering support you had for one another.

with miguel’s presence and reassurance, you knew that the nightmare that had plagued your sleep was just that—a dream. or so you thought it was a dream when months later you found out that his variant was shot to death and for a time he had gone off to live in his variant’s life for him. he indeed left you. alone. it wasn’t a dream—it was reality. he was no longer the miguel that you knew. he wasn’t your miguel. not by a long shot.

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a/n: LOL so sorry for the angst/creepy vibe at the end 😭

#spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv x reader #spider person #miguel o’hara x y/n #spidersona #ao3 works #spider man in other media #spider!reader #🌱 lin writes

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thewriterg · 6 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐬

pairing(s); miguel o’hara x fem!reader

summary; isolation was the only way to cure the… bug you were having but of course your worthier than thoull boss didn’t allow it —angstober day; 22—

word count; 1.2k

warning(s); SMUT, sex pollen, objectification, oral (f receiving), p in v, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @miguelo-hara & @ennaih—

“Miguel it’s not gonna work” Lyla sighed hovering over the man’s shoulder as he worked his way way up the stair to your spare room in spider society that was supposed to be an office You, Hobie, Gwen, and Pavitr had turned into a hangout

When he put his hand over the reader to enter he didn’t expect for it to be denied flashing a bold red against his tanned skin

“Lyla what is thi-”

“Y/n wanted the floor shut down from everyone, including you” The hologram sassily cut off the variant her hands typing against the screen of her makeshift cell phone and Miguel sighed heavily putting a palm over his his eyes and the bridge of his nose

“Override it. No, no, no, no, no, override it.” The brunette demanded and the AI huffed something about you threatening to cut off the WiFi again before the door was opening letting him enter it was almost pitch black their was curtains over the windows with occasional evening sun peaking through his nose was burning with the scent, your scent

“Y/l/n” He called out to no response taking careful steps around until his head shifted towards the open bathroom door you arm sticking out of the frame that he rushed to turning on the light switch to see you lying face down on the cold floor of the the washroom the only thing that kept your body from feeling it wasn’t on fire your form slightly shaking, a thin sheet of sweat covering your skin, stray strands of hair sticking to your forehead, and your suit only halfway on your body your bare back facing Miguel

“Get out” You hissed curling in on yourself

“Lyla, shut down this floor and cut off surveillance” The AI hummed before disappearing herself probably to go lie on someone else’s shoulder for a while Miguel sat a hand on your back surprised that your body heat was rolling through his suit like it was nothing his eyebrows furrowing as he went against your wished sliding an arm under you lifting you up and over his shoulder your hot form almost burning against his while you groaned in protest of the movement until Miguel lied you down on the worn couch

“Listen you need to get you med- Hey! Medbay! Now! Y/l/n-” The brunette struggled to keep you down as you tried to climb over the couch trying your get back to you temporary sacred space before the Latino was putting his arms around under your armpits and setting you back down down huffing when you turned to your second attempt of escape from climbing over the couch to crawling against the ceiling just to be brought down by a web wrapped around your waist

“Why won’t you just listen! You’re acting like a child-”

“Because I’m going insane! I can hear your blood pumping through your jugular, I can smell your testosterone and how you’re getting hard from seeing me in pain like a fucking pervert, I feel like a teething toddler because my fangs are aching to bite down on something, and right now I don’t know if I want to fuck you or fight you so, get. out.” The leaders eyebrows shot up as you went on over time ranting your eyes were pure crimson and it reminded him how he first found you trying to recruit you for HQ

Miguel at you stared at you silently and unmoving until he was smashing his lips into yours while bare chest pressing against his suit covered one pulling away reluctantly looking into your eyes in return searching for reassurance that that he was doing the right thing

“If I start I won’t be able to stop” You whisper forehead lying against his beads of sweat dripping down your temple until a palm was swooping up your chin lifted to meet his gaze

“Let me help.” He muttered his voice gruff chocolate eyes turning to match yours blood and crimson staring back at each-other Miguel grunted while you cupped his erection skin pressing against his skin while your lips overpowered his you tug at the spandex of his suit eagerly understanding your point the tanned skin pressing the spider symbol on his church that loosened the fabric around his body before he shrugged it off his top half matching to you running hit large palms up your bare back the coolness of then comforting the scolding surface of your backside

The brunette lifted your hips where you wrapped your legs around his waist cupping his erection and kissing his swollen lips till you could no longer breathe and after a moments passing you felt your height dipped discovering your new position on the couch situated on his lap your pussy practically leaking through your suit bottoms

“Fuck corazón” Miguel grunted lifting his hips shimmying his pants down to his ankle his thick tip staring back at you angry and red your hand wrapped around the base the tip leaking pre cum and you and you could hear a muffled grunt coming from above you and you greedily devoured the sound whining as you’d clothed clit rubbed against his thigh your temperature at it’s all time high and the brunette shushed you softly helping you shed of your suit placing his cool hands against any skin he could touch

“Slow down Y/n” The Latino reached a hand down to stop you or your cunt from swallowing him while the thought making him wait to buck his hips into you

“She’s not into foreplay at the moment right now” You hummed that soon turned into a moan while you sunk down down onto the thick head of your boss’s cock the width practically splitting you open while Miguel took a hold of your hips occasional grunts leaving him while you killed him of slowly your warm walls wrapping around him like a snug blanket

“Oh fuck ngh- oh shit princesa” You moaned at the sound of his poorly concealed whimpering it travels down to your core and your pain was finally being remodeled into pleasure quick as light the poisonous pollen you’d encountered probably one of the main factors as you began to speed up your pace creating a combination of grinding and bouncing on his genitals dipping your head into his neck while the monster of a man moaned above you the smell of his blood flooding your sense as you pressed kisses against his neck your fangs scraping against his julgular

“Go ahead, do it muñeca” You hesitated a bit taking the skin in between you teeth but not quite biting down until Miguel thrusted his hips up into you meeting your thrust causing a gasp to escape from your lips from and you finally bit down your fangs breaking the skin while you felt hot ropes coat your insides until Miguel bit down on your shoulder causing you to silently scream your legs shaking in response while the brunette rubbed your clit riding you through your high until you were panting rolling off his thighs breathing heavily

“Round two?”

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starch1ldz · 2 months

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Spider!Reid: How are you even cooler under your mask?

Spider!Reader: I was this cool the whole time

#star child speaks #spider!reid #spider!reader #spider!reader x spencer reid #incorrect criminal minds quotes #incorrect quotes #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #im mentally unwell #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x you

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heartilywrites · 7 months

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❝ In every universe ; H. Callahan

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cw: mention of death, angst, spider-verse references, swear words, just spider!hazel being a dork too!

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a/n: heiya!! this is my first post ever, I just had an idea of spider!hazel and wanted to share it with y'all!!! hope u like it ♡ I'm sorry if there's any mistake, english is not my first language!

“𝓞kay! let's do this one more time. My name is Hazel Callahan, I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for a year and a half I've been the one and only Spider–Woman. I'm sure you know the rest. ”

⠀Hazel was running.

Hazel was running late to the fight club, third time this week.

Can you blame her. . .? Maybe. Let's see, she finished her last class on time, hell, she was 5 minutes early out of school; so she thought, —why not going out to kill time while the fight club meeting started?— but oh, Hazel. . . she should stayed inside.

Three minutes after stepping foot outside a scream was heard followed by a explotion and a very familiar laugh, the brunette made a tiny tantrum before running to a nearby alley and change to her suit.

So now it made sense why she was with her mask between her teeth while she's shoving her suit in that old brown backpack her mother gifted her when she was around fourteen.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What the fuck, Hazel?” PJ spoke when the girl came through the doors, everyone's eyes on her now. “We promised to be punctual, who do you think you are to be this late? Spider–Woman?”

Hazel laughed a bit too loud due to her nervousness, the action made the other brunette frown a bit before letting her in. She started speaking again.

To her fortune, no one asked why she was all bruised up and had some fresh cuts in her face, for what they knew, Hazel was still going to taekwondo. Or at least, that's what she told everyone, also, she was a purple belt! According to her, again, but she has been a purple belt since dropping taekwondo.

Callahan made her way to the group, noticing one more new face and ... wait, was tha–?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Punishment for coming late, newbie and Hazel. Let's go!” PJ talked again, making the latter jumped on her place looking back at the girl who just smiled with malice.

Once both girls were set up one infront of the other one Hazel called your name with confusion and you just looked like you were about to cry. “You know each other?” asked Josie just as confused.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, we. . . we were best friends since kids, but she had to move out when we were fifteen. When did you–” Hazel was cut off by your fist hitting her nose.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh! Newbie can fight!” PJ laughed at the scene just witnessed. “Defend yourself, Hazel!”

The brunette looked shocked at what just happened, but was fast to attack back.

Now, Hazel was known to be a great fighter; the spider bite made her be more cautious about other people's way to attack, but she just couldn't figure you out. Her. . . uhh, she calls it intuition, so; her intuition has been all over the place making her being attentive of everything since she saw you. It's like she has the answer on the tip of her tongue, but couldn't say it.

On the whole gym the sound of Callahan's body hitting the ground made an echo. Your knee was on her torso and both hands holding hers, she looked as shocked as she was at the beginning.

Everyone clapped; shocked, confused, surprised and really excited (PJ, obviously).

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright, that's enough of seeing Haze getting her ass kicked.” Josie stood up laughing a bit nervous. “We should continue with the next couple.”

You didn't make a sound, just took Hazel's hand to help her stand up and make your way back to your sit and watched the next pair, the latter just sat on her own side with that a frown.

When the practice ended, everyone sprinted out of the gym leaving you and Hazel alone for the first time. Once you notice that, panic began to rise in your system.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey. . .” that sweet voice you didn't thought you'll hear again rang in your ears. “It's nice to see you. . . I missed you.”

Your breath stopped in your lungs and both hands moving to collect things stop as well. “It's nice to see you too. . .” your own voice came out with a little shake. “I– you look great. . . And happy.”

A really weak smile started to make its way into your face when you turned around and for the first time in the lapse of two hours you were there your eyes met hers with calm. She was smiling big at you and didn't give you time to think before her arms were around your body with a tiny laugh.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, god! I have so much to tell you!” she exclaimed with the excitement a child would have, after some time, the hug broke. “When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me? We need to go back to that one café! You know, that girl keeps asking fo—” Hazel's words were cut off when both of your arms were around her hugging her body, almost crushing her ribs. “Shit, you got stronger ... Are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, no, I'm sorry.” a sniff sounded from your side “I just needed one from you.” now your head nodded.

Hazel was about to talk when both of you felt your "tingles" —oh, some Hazel is going to be pissed when she finds out that other people call it that.— started to alert.

Your best friend not knowing how to make an excuse was so close to run away without a word before you took her hand.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't ask, I know you're spider–woman, we need to leave now.” you said almost pleading, taking advantage at the fact that it was only the both of you, you undressed quickly staying in your spider suit as well. Hazel looked like she was about to pass out.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “YOU–” she cut off herself after realizing she was yelling. “You're spider–woman too!?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t have time to explain right now, Haze! Please, just follow me, I– we need your help.” An answer came from your way while looking for your mask and put it on.

As if she could feel your exasperation, Hazel was quick to run under the benchs to get herself ready, while you watched if anyone came in. Once she was full-on suit, without talking you guided the way.

There was a job you needed to do before leaving. It was supposed to be an in–and–out job, no distraction, no waste of time, just the reason why you were sent to that dimension and then: continue to another assignment.

But your destination point was so near to the same school you went on your dimension and thought maybe of visiting, knowing your heart was aching for something else.

As soon as the both of you arrived to the scene you turned to Hazel. “Alright, listen, this is the plan.” your voice sounded a little muffled because of the mask, but was clear enough for her to hear.

There was a villain who didn't belong to that earth and you were assigned to take him back to the quarters so they could send him back to his dimension.

Once your best friend understood the plan it was time to execute it.

You were not going to lie, Hazel and you made a pretty good team together. Swinging in harmony, having the best unspoken communication about who made which punches first or who was doing the distraction and who was the attacker.

She improvised a bit, making it easier for the both of you to capture and kick the bad guy through a portal you open with your tools.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That was awesome!? Where did you learn to fight like that!?” An excited Hazel talked while taking her mask off, a big smile in her face and messy bangs were covering her eyes, you smiled a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It came with the bite, didn't it?” You answer while brushing a bit your hair, a couple of steps were taken and now you brushed Hazel's bangs so you could see her eyes. “Uhm, the organization taught me.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What organization? The one you sent that stupid thing to?” She asked making air signals with her hands about the portal which was closed by then, now you laughed shortly and nodded.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Here, let's sit and I'll talk to you about it.” you said while climbing to the nearest roof and sitting yourself with your legs crossed, Hazel was quick to swing herself up and sit by your side.

You talked about everything; about how you were from another dimension, how you worked with spider–people from everywhere —fact that made Hazel very happy, feeling that she wasn't the only one anymore.—, your assignment, why you were the one to get that assignment and about the next one.

Hazel listened with glowing eyes like a kid when they see something they want, between her hands she took one of yours and was playing with it, both of them were in your suits. Your suit and Hazel's were almost the same, that made your heart feel warm somehow; while yours was red and black with some golden straps on your upper arms, Hazel's was red and blue with the same upper arms detail, but it was black.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “So. . . Can I join?” she asked after some minutes of comfortable silence where you both were looking to the hands holding.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's not up to me, sunny.” you called her nickname making Hazel remember your childhood together. “I was not supposed to look for you, actually, I was order to do it alone.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Then. . . why did you?” instead of sounding mad or annoyed, she sounded curious.

You took a couple of minutes before answering.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I needed to see you. . . At least in another dimension.” your sight turned blurry because of the tears. “I lost you in mine.”

The other girl's face was full surprise, she didn't speak nor asked for clarification, instead she move as close as the anatomy would allow the both of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “In my dimension I didn't move away, I convinced my parents to stay here.” you began to say, wiping away tears streaming down your face. “We were happy, then I got bit by the spider instead of you and became spider–woman.” a bitter laugh came out from your throat.

~ “I was scared to death about the new powers, but you assured me that it was a good thing, that you were going to be by my side all the time.” a deep breath was heard and now Hazel hugged you from your shoulders, you almost melted. “We started to date. . .”

It was there where Hazel felt her heart skipped a beat when having a reminder of those feelings that didn't vanished with your moving, a blush starting to burn in her cheeks and ears.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We had plans, a lot of plans for the future, together.” That part sounded more like you were talking by yourself instead of saying it to her. “And I got this piece of shit terrorizing the city at the time and I said, I should go, take him down and come back home for our anniversary date.”

The girl with short hair knew where that was going by the way your voice filled with hate and you started to shake.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You said you wanted to help, he was fucking some machines that needed to be turned off before taking the whole city out and I thought that maybe if I took you there you will be safe, you will turn the machines off and I'll meet you outside the building so we could go to the dinner.” An almost incontrollable tremble in your voice made an appearance.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Darling. . .” Hazel's voice called out, you shook your head.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I could have saved you if I. . . if he didn't saw you trying to turn off the machines.” You ignore the call, taking another deep breath. “After you died I killed him.” You shrugged, Hazel made a pout. “I'm sorry, I just–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't apologize, moony.” she was quick to cut you off. When she said your nickname, a face full of tears was what she saw in you. “It's not your fault, please, know that.”

She gave you a tiny squeeze while you looked for shelter between her arms with your face in her neck.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, I did liked you when you were still here. . . Well not you you, your other you. . . My you?” Hazel frowned confused at her own comment, you laughed. “I always thought what could happened if you never left. . . I think I have the answer now.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, god, don't talk about it. I always thought what could happened if I did move away.” you stood up again now to look to the girl, who was blushing a bit still. “Thank you, Hazel. . .”

And another comfortable silence was upon you two. One of Hazel's hand made its way to you cheek, wiping rest of tears. There it was, that war between eyes that you missed from Hazel, but definitely what she did next took you by surprise.

Her lips met yours in a kiss, the sweetest kiss you felt since your girlfriend left your side. The feeling of letting yourself go and fuse with the girl against you was strong, that feeling of holding her and never letting go again, the impulse of forgetting that you needed to go back to report so you could continue with the work.

Both mouths moving in synchronization, as if they were made for each other since the beginning. Your arms hugging her neck to get her as close as possible.

And then your communicator interrupted the interaction, with a groan you separated yourself from her and look at the bracelet on you wrist.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Fuck!” you exclaimed while realizing they were looking for you. As if someone took you by the ear, you stood up in your feet and look at Hazel with sorrow. “I have to leave. . .”

As those words left your mouth, she stood up by your side and took your hands. “Am I. . . Are you going to come back?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t know, Haze. . .” you said in a sigh, while hearing the characteristics sound of portals from the organization you stole a kiss from her. A really needy one, a goodbye one. “Hope you're happy, baby, you deserve it.” a whisper came out of you as soon as you started to back away from her without looking away from her eyes. “I love you, Hazel, in every universe.”

Behind you a portal open, you knew it was your mentor looking for you. You gave her a last sight before waving and jump into said portal and as soon as she lost you from sight, the portal closed.

Hazel stood there completely shocked at everything that happen, a feeling of emptiness filled her soul. Looking down her hands she spotted a bracelet, the one you were wearing, her eyes opened with surprise.

Should. . . Should she try?

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#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #spider!reader #spider!hazel callahan #hazel bottoms #ruby cruz

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l0sercat · 8 months

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To the lovely anon who sent this idea I present to you...

Spider!reader flirting with Johnathan Ohnn

You were doing your usual routine. Check around the city to make sure no suspicious activity was going on and then stop by a gas station to get something to munch on.

When it seemed like almost all of the city was clear and crime was put to rest for the moment you stopped by the closest gas station. You walked inside and decide to grab a slice of pizza. Then you heard a bunch of racket coming from the back.

Your spider senses tingled like something bad was about to happen. You readied yourself and crept closer to the noise. When you looked down the aisle the sight made you stop in your tracks.

There was a man trying to get an ATM in a black hole. You snorted and a smile graced your lips. "Hey there handsome what are you trying to do?" You say and lean on the shelf. He immediately jumps and turns around. You can see what he looks like more clearly now. He is all white with black spots everywhere, there is a big black one in the center of his face. It seems to shrink and it hides behind the sunglasses he is wearing.

"So do you have a name love?" You say and glance at him up and down. He seems nervous by the way his hands fidget. He stammers before speaking "I am the Spot" he takes off the sunglasses and jacket revealing all of himself.

You bite your cheek to contain your laugh. You stay quiet for a while making him grow anxious. "Oh? And how'd you turn out like this hun? If it was a mad scientist please point me the way to where they are so I can thank them for making you look so cute" you stand up fully and walk closer.

"Y'know just cause you look like that doesn't mean you have to be a villain cutie. You can get a regular job I've seen it happen" The Spot stays quiet for a while and stared at you. It seems all the nicknames are still processing in his mind. He clears his throat and if he could blush he'd be red as blood.

He awkwardly rings his hands together and stands up fully. "I am the Spot and you will take me serious" he tries to make his voice a little deeper and louder but fails miserably. You let out a short laugh and cover you mouth with your hand. You place hand on your hip and tilt your head to the side a bit. "Ok ok handsome whatever you want.." you purr the last part

You then shoot webs at him but he quickly opens a hole and falls through. The webs land on the wall and you see him behind you. "Aww I missed" you turn around and shoot at him again but runs out and opens up another hole. You watching in amusement as he struggles.

You sling around and watch ashe tires to escape but you keep catching up. "You need some help love? Y'know not to brag but I haven't had any complaints" He stutters and falls through the black hole and lands on a rooftop. You sling over and land on top right next to him. He struggles to get up and you web his hands and legs down.

"You look so much better like this all helpless and pathetic really gets someone going" you lightly thrust your hips "But I won't do anything you don't want of course" you look down at his still form. "You babe?" You ask and he seems to be speechless. "Well Ill leave you here for the authorities to get. Call me if you need some stress relief" you wink and jump off the roof and continue doing your regular duties. Leaving poor Jonathan flustered and confused and a little horny.

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the-broken-truth · 10 months

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Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Daughter Reader From Alternate Universe

Summary: Your name is [Name] O'Hara & you're the Spider-Woman of your Earth along with your Father - Miguel O'Hara (Alternate Miguel - who is Spider-Man of Your Earth in New York City. One day, a strange portal opens and a masked man attacks your father, when you step in to protect him, the stanger turns out to be your father from another universe. Can you protect your father from this man who wants to take you away or will the Leader of the Spider-Society have back what he lost?

[New York - Earth-134A]

Spider-Man & Spider-Woman swung through the streets of New York on their way to deal with Doctor Octopus & Vulture, who escaped from prison - the police were engaging them but no one was able to take them down so they called in the City's Two Spider-People to deal with it as they have always done.

"Hey, Dad." Spider-Woman called to the towering man that swung beside her, "Don't you find it weird that Doc Ock and Vulture broke out together and are running a muck? I always thought they were solo villains."

"You have a point there but maybe they thought we would be easier to take down if their were two of them and two of us. Too bad for them, we've been training for moments like this." Spider-Man said as the two of them swung to the top of the building and stuck to the edge while watching the cops shooting and Vulture while Doctor Octopus climbed the wall of the bank with bags of gold bars in his hands while his metal tentacles held his body up. Spider-Woman shot her webs at Vulture and connected to his wings and pulled him in her direction while Spider-Man went after Doc Ock. The battle was long and tiring but just when everything was said and done, the villains were being transported back to prison with the Spider-People standing on top of the building watching. They looked at each other before turning to leave when a portal opened up before them and...another Spider-Man walked out.

This spider-man was dressed in a dark blue suit with a red spider on his chest and he was tall, just as tall as Spider-Man. The two saviours of New York looked at the man, who was looking in Spider-Woman's direction and started walking towards her when Spider-Man got in his path, causing the man to stop and look at the male saviour who was the same height as him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Spider-Man asked but the other Spider-Man growled at him and socked him in the face, causing him to nearly fall on his side but Spider-Woman caught him and glared at the intruder that attacked her father.

"Hey! What the hell is your problem?! You come here and attack my father!" Spider-Woman yelled but the Other Spider-Man just looked at her but he opened his mouth to speak.

"He won't be your father for long... [Name] O'Hara." The Second Spider-Man said, this caused [Name] and Miguel to look wide eyed at him but before they could ask how he knew who she was, his mask started to demateralize from the top and stopped at his neck and theface that was before them shocked them to no extent. [Name] was standing beside her father...while looking at her father.

That is correct - The Mysterous Spider-Man that attacked her father was a perfect copy f her father as if he had a twin brother the only difference was while her father had brown eyes, this man had red eyes.

"You... Who are you??" Miguel asked his look-alike.

"I'm you, Miguel O'Hara, but from a different universe and the Leader of the Spider-Society. I have ome here for one reason: You are going to give [Name] to me right now." The Second Miguel said as he eyed [Name] with his hand out to her, "Come with me, mija; you're coming home with your real father."

"I'm her father and there is no way in hell I'm going tolet you take my daughter. If you are really me from another universe, then you have a [Name]; just go be with her." [Name's] Father demanded but that made him see his look-alike with sadness in his eyes.

"My [Name] is dead. She died as an toddler and I have been searching the Spider-Verse for her again and today I found her only to find out that she's a Spider-Woman. You're a horrible father for letting your daughter take the risks for this place, I'nm going to raise her right - better than you. Now, give her to me or I'm going to kill you and take her myself." The Second Miguel demanded as he looked at him with narrowed red eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." [Name] proclaimed.

"[Name], you don't have a choice." The Second Miguel said as he lunged at her but he was tackled by his counterpart. Miguel One pinned the intruder to the ground with his forearm pressed against his throat, making the second one snarl angrily.

"You're not going anywhere near my daughter! I'm sorry you lost the one you loved but that doesn't mean you have the right to try to take mine!" Your Father roared at his counterpart but he just struggled against his grip and kicked him off before changing at you once again but you shot webs in his eyes, blinding him. You looked at your father, who gave you a nod and the two of you took off into the streets, leaving the Second Miguel O'Hara roaring in anger before he took after the two of you.

"[NAME]! COME BACK HERE! OBEY YOUR FATHER! I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO HELP YOU AND GIVE YOU A BETTER LIFE!" He roared behind the two of you but your father just narrowed his eyes and gestured that the two of you head to the taller building - you swung to the building and landed on the wall with your feet before running up the wall. Your father was behind you and you just heard the impersonator behind you both; you reached the top and waited, soon your father arrived and so did his counterpart.

"No more running! [Name], come with me and I'll let him live but if you continue to disobey me, I'll kill him and take you myself." The Second Miguel said as he pointed a clawed figure at you - Fangs, Claws, what was this dude? A Cat?

"For the last time, I'm not going anywhere with you! I have a father and a place I call home! Just because you lost me in your time, doesn't mean you have to come here to take me away from my life." [Name] glared at the man before he narrowed his red eyes at her, his fangs grinding together before something started happening to him - his body started glitching and he fell to his knees. You and your father looked at him confused before the portal opened behind him and he ran towards it but not before looking at you with possessive eyes.

"I'll come back for you mija. I promise you that." With that, he disappeared through a portal that closed behind him. You and your father looked a each other before you decided it was time for you to go home...a train for the unexpected.

#spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #platonic yandere #spider!reader #daughter reader #female reader

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the-oblivious-writer · 7 months

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After The Storm |2|

Tara Carpenter x Spider-Woman!Reader

Chapter two: Repeated Mistakes

Summary: Another time's a charm, right?

Warning(s): Swearing, Police!Sam, & spidey level violence

Notes: Not my gif! Writing for spider!reader is literally so fun

Masterlist|Previous Part|Next Part

“So if you need a hero, just look in the mirror~” You quietly sang between bites of the sandwich Tara packed for you. You were currently on a rooftop with your feet swinging off the edge and mask half up as you ate.

You continued to hum along to the song that was playing in your head when you heard your phone ring. You turned it over to see Tara calling you.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You need to come right now,” a loud crash could be heard in the background, “It’s Dr. Connors—shit!”

“Tara? Tara!” The phone cut out and before you knew what you were doing, you dropped everything and started swinging to Blackmore.

When you got there you could see The Lizard through one of the windows as he shredded the place to pieces. He was in the middle of clawing up the wall when you snuck up on him.

“Ugh, we have to stop meeting like this,” you leaned up against the wall on the opposite side, arms crossed.

“Spider-Woman…” The reptile snarled.

“Dr. Connors! How've you been buddy? You know…since we squared up in the sewers?”

He didn’t respond verbally; he swung his large tail at you and you jumped up to the ceiling, dodging it. He didn’t relent, continuously attempting to grab and claw at you. You were able to land a few punches to his face but not before he lunged at you, landing the both of you in the college’s lab.

He now laid on top of you with one arm raised, ready to claw out your eyes. “Your breath is horrible by the way,” you remark before webbing his eyes, using that distraction to slip free.

You both wrestled with each other, causing an even greater mess. You were on his back, holding onto him by your webs as he tried to get you off. Suddenly, he rams his backside—you—into the wall and it feels like the wind just got knocked out of you.

He looks over to the filled beakers and combines its contents, throwing them at you as it explodes. It looks like it took you out but suddenly you emerge from behind him, putting him in a headlock.

“Why can’t you be a normal lizard,” you grunt as you do this.

He throws you to the ground, slamming his fist down with a great force. You quickly move your head before it could get squashed from the giant lizard's hand. You leap up, quickly dusting yourself off and your fight with The Lizard continues.

You’re able to get him out in the halls, trying to control his movement with your webbing. “Can’t we just talk this out? You’re not thinkin’ straight doc!” You shout as he tries to rip off your webbing. He takes another swing at you, and you leap up to the ceiling.

You swung and crawled around the ceiling as he tried to forcefully tear you down. You grab a light but it falls, causing you to drop to the ground and Connors leaps at you but the light from before falls on his head.

By the time he’s up, you’re ahead of him, webbing his hand to the locker but unfortunately giving him a weapon as you see him ripping off the locker door you webbed him to, raising it in the air and ready to swing.

“Oh boy.”

You leap backwards with each swing he took then slid between his legs using a web. He turns around to see you squatting.

“Alright so you don’t wanna talk?” As the reptile responded with a growl you cut him off by webbing his mouth. “There you go!”

He ripped off the webbing and swung around his tail. You held onto it… What a mistake.

“Don’t–uff–make me–uff–have to–” you said as he swung the tail you clung on back and forth against the walls, “hurt you!” Suddenly you fly further down the halls, still holding onto the tail that has now separated from the reptile’s body.

“Ahh!” You screamed before harshly hitting the ground. “Ugh, disgusting,” you threw the tail off of you before leaping back up. The Lizard, who already had a freshly grown tail, was walking towards you with loud stomps.

You webbed both sides of his shoulder, lunging forward at him but he quickly reacted by grabbing your head and slamming it into the window beside him. You were practically suffocating under his giant hand as you struggled to tear away from his grip.

You grunted when he suddenly dropped you and turned to face his left. You looked over to see Tara, raising a trophy that you assumed she hit Connors with.

“Tara,” he growled, stomping towards her as she backed away with each step he took.

The Lizard was about to attack Tara but you pulled his raised arm back with a web. You continued to web him up as you crawled around him, trapping him as a spider does with its prey.

He struggled to break free from your web jail as you immediately went to Tara, taking the trophy from her hands and throwing it out the window, causing the glass to break. You pulled Tara close to you, hands on her hips as her hands held onto your shoulders.

Tara’s eyes shifted up and down your mask face before you finally spoke. “I’m gonna throw you out the window now.”

“What?!”

Before Tara could process what she just heard, you did as you said and threw her out the window. She shrieked and you shot out your web for Tara to hang by. Tara was still gasping in shock as she felt around the web that was now sticking to her waist. She swung back and forth as she was finally able to process being thrown out a window.

By the time The Lizard was finally able to break free, police sirens could be heard. You smirked behind your mask as you heard them, moving into your notorious Spider-Woman squat.

“Uh oh…someone’s been a bad lizard,” you quipped in a teasing tone.

Your fight quickly travels to the library but by the time you lift yourself up from the last blow, Connors is nowhere to be seen. You let out a sound of frustration as you looked around the destroyed room, no sign of where he could have gone.

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“No,” Sam said with firmness in her voice as she and Tara washed and dried the dishes.

“Pleaseee?” Tara begged her sister. She was trying to convince Sam to let you come over for dinner but it was no use; Sam was never your biggest fan. The fact that you were a genuine kid with a high IQ didn’t matter at all to her. Tara knew Sam was being biased because of how you defended a certain masked vigilante. She’d be grounded for life if Sam ever found out Tara’s relationship to said vigilante.

“No is my final answer.” Sam turned off the water, walking over to sit on the couch. Tara put down the rag and followed her sister.

“You just need to get to know her.”

“I know plenty.”

“It’s not fair Sam; you haven’t even given her a chance,” Tara’s voice ran hot with frustration. She let out an aggravated groan, stomping off to her room and slamming the door shut before Sam could stop her.

Sam sighed, rubbing her temples as Tara took out her phone and sent you a text.

Ace (8:43 pm) you doing anything rn?

Bug Girl (8:43 pm) possibly getting ready to see you if I get a yes

Ace (8:44 pm) See you in 10?

Bug Girl (8:44 pm) ofc<3

Ace liked ‘ofc<;3’

Just like you said, you were there in ten minutes. Tara heard a light knock on her bedroom window and turned over to see you giving her a dopey smile. She giggled before walking over to lift up the window.

“Hey, bug girl,” she greeted before leaning in and giving you a kiss. You melt into the kiss as you both wrap your arms around each other.

When you break apart, you look into her eyes with that same dopey smile. “Hey, gorgeous,” you replied before giving her another kiss.

“Come on, it’s cold out. Let’s get you inside,” Tara said after the kiss, not waiting for a response as she pulled you inside by your sleeve.

“You okay?”

“Hm? Yeah—yeah of course. Why?”

“You just seem…off,” you answered, giving her your full attention.

“Just another fight with Sam,” Tara responded, waving you off as she sat down on her bed. Her head followed your movement as you walked over to sit beside her, gently placing a hand on hers.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” she answered honestly.

“Okay, we don’t have to,” you turn over and reach into your bag, grabbing something, “Guess what I got…”

Tara grinned as she saw you had something behind your back, “Is that what I think it is?”

“Depends,” you reveal what’s behind you, putting it to your chest for Tara to see, “how passionate are you about sour gushers?”

“Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?”

“Are you talking to me or the gushers?”

Tara pretended not to hear you as she grabbed her laptop from the nightstand and opened it. “I’m in the mood for some horror,” she said as she took your arm and wrapped it around her. "Wow, guess I know my worth when gushers are involved."

A couple hours go by and you’ve fallen asleep on her shoulder. Tara looks at your resting face and smiles to herself, but her admiring is quickly interrupted by police sirens coming from outside. The sounds quickly wake you up. You look around as you become self aware of your surroundings.

You look out the window from where you sat, seeing the flickering lights as the police cars raced through the city’s streets. You give Tara a look that she has gotten enough times to know the meaning behind.

She lightly nods at you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before saying, “Go get 'em, spidey.”

You grab your bag before jumping out the window, luckily wearing your suit under your clothes.

Tara sighed to herself as she stared out the window you just leaped out of.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

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A few hours later, you decided to revisit the sewers. You were determined to have your traps work this time. After some tweaking and adjusting, they were all set for a re-do. You refused to just sit back while The Lizard crawled the city’s sewers, endangering the city.

As you set up the last trigger, you heard a noise. It sounded like a low growl that only grew and grew with time. You hurriedly shot a web, now hanging from above. You carefully, and quietly, watched as Dr. Connors rummaged through his belongings; it looked like he was looking for something.

You hung for a few more seconds until suddenly your spidey senses went off; you immediately swung down, dodging The Lizard’s mean claws when they swiped at you.

“Filthy pest,” the mutant growled with venom laced in his tone. When you finally got a good look at him, you could tell he was more far gone than the last you saw him.

“Damn, doc. You look like shit,” you said before he whipped his tail at you. You jumped up, quickly webbing his eyes and feet. While he was distracted by the webbing, you took that as an opportunity to lure him closer to your traps.

You thought back to your crawler trap you performed at the school, thinking it could work again. You crawled around the lizard, webbing him up as she struggled and swung his claws and arms. You could see it. He was about to take one more step and your plan would have worked.

Suddenly, your spidey senses went off. You looked to your right to see him crashing into a pipe. You were able to move before it fell onto you but when you looked back to The Lizard, he had broken free.

The reptile growled before running at you with full force. Instead of moving, you stayed there until you jumped at the last minute; he crashed into the wall, letting out a loud and frustrated growl.

He quickly picked himself up, ripping a pipe off of the wall. That’s when you realized. He had cornered you. This whole time you thought you were setting a trap for him, but alas he’s done it for you.

Your senses were going off but you had nowhere to go. There wasn’t even enough room to crawl upward. Before you could even think of where to escape, you felt the metal pipe The Lizard harshly swung at you. It made contact with your ribcage, causing your breathing to grow slightly heavy.

Surely The Lizard knew a metal pipe wasn’t enough to keep Spider-Woman down?

Suddenly, he threw it to the ground. He picked you up then harshly threw you back down, and you were now doubled over with your backside showcased to him. He balled up his fisted then slammed them down on your back, causing you to let out a loud gasp as you felt the air being sucked out of you.

It all made sense; he was just warming you up with the pipe.

He turned you over and slowly dragged his claws across his chest as they grew in size. You groaned in pain as you tried to push his big hands away but he only pushed his claws in deeper. “There is no stopping me. I’m getting stronger everyday!”

He tightly gripped your throat as he raised you up, slamming your head harshly against the wall. You gasped for air as you felt tight pressure surrounding your throat. “There’s no stopping…what you too will soon become,” The Lizard snarled before throwing you to the ground.

You weakly lift yourself up by your arms, now on your knees and coughing. You were hardly catching your breath when your senses went off again.

You were too weak to react when it happened. When his large hands slammed on both sides of your head. The ringing in your ears being so loud you couldn’t hear your own screams. You couldn’t hear…anything.

You were helplessly laying in pain when The Lizard made his escape. When you couldn't hear his loud stomps, or even the dripping water; you knew you were screwed.

You were scared and alone.

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A/N: I swear I'm gonna make up for the lack of Tara and R scenes in this chapter with a one-shot/drabble for this story

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x spider reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega #spider!reader #scream fanfic #after the storm au

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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Hobie Brown x Spider!Reader)

Summary: When Hobie hasn’t seen you in a while, he starts to come to the realization that he might be missing you for the wrong reasons. So when you come back, all those feelings reasons come bubbling up to the surface.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS

A/N: This kinda took a mind of its own, but I LOVED writing every second of it. Hope you enjoy it!! ☺️

Request by @its-me-ig-101: I was wondering if I could request for you to write a fluff Hobie Brown x GN reader, where the reader visits Hobie in his universe, or reverse? (Kind of like what Gwen does)

It had been 127 days since he last saw you,

14 since you last spoke.

It wasn’t like he was counting or anything. Nah…no he was completely able to be his own person. I mean, he had a whole Earth to protect as Spiderman.

But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t think four months apart would take such a toll on him.

You both were just always together. It didn’t cross his mind that there could be more than two to three days of you being away…from him especially. Gwen always joked about how quickly you both became so close so quickly. How Hobie was usually a steel trap and you were the key.

And he couldn’t even visit you! You were away on Spider business! Miguel had you consistently going after anomalies. It didn’t help that you had an insanely good success rate. Hell! Hobie couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t catch one of the anomalies!

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon! This is the ultimate test before the big question! Will their relationship prevail over this unexpected test?!”

Pavitr placed his hand on his chest, spinning around before collapsing onto Hobie's bed, where he was currently lounging. His fingers fiddled with his watch, flicking through all the channels. Maybe if he clicked on the right one, he would end up on the Earth where you were. Miguel had stopped telling him what Earth you were visiting, knowing he would just tag along. But Hobie could come up with something on the fly, he didn’t give a damn at this point if Miguel was pissed at him for interrupting your mission.

He would like to see him try and keep you from him any longer at this point.

“Hello, Earth to Hobie. Hey!”

Catching the plush that Gwen had thrown at him, he huffed and sat up. Pav smiled when he caught a glimpse at Hobie’s watch, and the roulette wheel of universes were still going.

“ Dude, they’re fine! (Y/N) is like…an invincible spider.”

“You know why he’s being more quiet than usual! He’s realizing he’s in looove. Our Hobie is head over he-” A well shot pillow from Hobie landed Pavitr on the floor.

“Am I not allowed to miss a friend? I remember ‘ow upset you were whenever you’d talk ‘bout Miles.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. He smirked when he saw how red Gwen’s face got.

“Ooooh we’re starting to enter the grumpy Hobie stage!” Pav shot up into a sitting position, this time dodging the second pillow that he had thrown.

Scoffing, he waved his hand at them as he pulled his phone out of his pant pocket. Unlocking it, he scrolled through his photo album and sighed.

They always teased him like this when he was down in the dumps. It had just been more recent as of late, seeing as you were rising in the ranks. Meaning you were gone more and more.

That also meant your friendship was tested more and more. He had noticed the change, he wasn’t completely blind to his emotions. He had noticed that as of late whenever you were gone he got a bit more snippy, and a bit more cynical-well more cynical than usual. Some had even told him that his color seemed more drained the longer and longer you were away.

This time had just been the longest. But it was also the most eye opening.

It's odd how you don’t notice how consistent someone is in your life until they’re gone.

He was mindlessly scrolling with a thousand yard stare off into the distance, when his phone suddenly anchored him back to reality.

Specifically your text tone.

Flicking to his messages, he felt his heart rate pick up.

(Y/N): heey! im finally back!! i missed you (cry emoji) (heart emoji)

Before his head could reminisce on the heart emoji and brew up any meaning behind it, he heard Pav gasp. Quickly looking up from his phone, he saw Pav squeal in excitement and Gwen chuckle as she shook her head.

“Look at him G! Do you see how much brighter he is? Ugh! Our boy has it bad.”

Sliding off his bed, he grabbed his bag and mask. Both Gwen and Pavitr could see that there was some pep in his step as he slung the bag over his shoulder. Fastening his web shooters on, he slid his mask into his pocket before entering your Earth into his watch.

“Oh oh! Where you heading Hobie? Thought we were having some serious bro time!”

Flicking them off, Hobie felt the portal open below him. Glancing through, he could see the flickering lights of your Earth.

“Piss off.”

Jumping through the portal, Hobie braced himself as he felt a quick rush before landing on your bed. The flickering and crackling of the portal remained only for a second before it snapped shut, dropping everything in the room along with its departure.

You stood in the opposite corner of the room, barely even unpacked. Your bag sat at the foot of your desk, unzipped with some of your clothes spilling out. You must’ve just texted him, because you were still in your spider suit…with one of his jumpers on.

Turning around, a smile spread across your face in an instant. Whatever you were doing was soon abandoned as you ran towards him. He was quick to stand, enveloping you in his frame. Feeling your aura mix with his, as he buried his nose into your hair felt nice. It awoke whatever nerves that had gone into hibernation after your departure, activating his senses once more.

Because he became highly aware of how right when you entered his arm, the hairs on yours stood under your suit. Your heart rate calmed but also picked up. Hell, he could even feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you buried your head into his chest.

“You really did miss me aye?” He teased, pulling you back by your shoulders to get a good look at his face.

“Mmm, only like…thiiiiiiis much.” Holding up two fingers, he watched as you held them close together and very very slowly pulled them apart.

“Oh wow, and here I was in absolute agony.” He hummed, sitting on the edge of your windowsill.

“Oh really?” You laugh, leaning over him. He looked up at you, nodding as he placed his hands in his pocket.

“Absolutely, almost died.”

Watching you laugh was something he knew he needed. It wasn’t too hard, at least for him. Your back and forth quips and teases were something that usually ended in you laughing or him chuckling. Inside jokes and knowing stares were usually exchanged to test the waters whenever others were around. It happened so often people usually felt excluded whenever you were both in each other's presence.

It was something he didn’t know he could miss.

“Wanna go for a swing?”

Watching the way your eyes lit up, he knew he had his answer.

Slipping his mask on, he was quick to open your window. He knew you were right behind him as he swung into action.

This was a dance you both did whenever you visited his world, swinging between buildings and each other. Finding ways to play off the others webbing and moves.

He loved watching you swing and flip. Hearing you laugh as you gave him a heart attack with how close you’d like to fall before yanking yourself back up into the air.

He felt a rush of similar emotions in the two weeks of you going dark. Whenever it was just him alone in his room, his mind would wander. He knew that if anything had happened he would have been the first told, both a blessing and a curse. But it still didn’t stop him from…worrying.

When did his worry for you become such a crutch?

Reaching to your normal hang out, what was atop your Statue of Liberty (which was still bronze here on your earth), both of you sat atop her torch. With shoulders touching, he watched as you leaned back and looked at your city.

“So, how many anomalies did you catch on this little spree of yours?”

With a big sigh you ripped your mask off and stuffed it into your-no, his jacket pocket. Bringing a knee to your chest you placed your cheek on it as you looked at him.

“Twelve. Probably the most in a row.”

Tisking, he leaned back on his hands now as he also took his mask off.

“Wow, remember which ones?”

“Most of them were Vultures. They were the only ones that could reach the portals that opened in their respective worlds. I might as Miguel if I can take a break though.”

That piqued his interest. But he didn’t show a reaction, in fact he just hummed and watched as you put your forehead to rest on your knees.

“I appreciate how much Miguel…trusts me to keep the multiverse intact, I really do. I went through hell with his stupid tests in order to get into the Spider Society and its…its lead me to meet some of my favorite people but recently I've been more Spider than Person…”

Hobie sat up now, putting his elbows on his knees and smirking. He knew what you needed to hear in this moment. He knew you like the back of his hand, in the year that you two have gotten to know each other it is safe to say he almost knows you better than he knows himself. The same could probably be said about you knowing him.

“Favorite people aye? Where do I fall on that list?”

Watching you lift your head to give him a quick glance, a small smile graced your lips before you lifted your head fully to clear your throat.

“Atleast top…let's say ten? There's a lot of competition BB.” You chuckle

“Oh yea? That jumper you’re wearing says otherwise.”

Your eyes grew almost as wide as the lenses on your mask as you looked down. Your hands gripped the edge of the jacket for a moment before shoving into the pockets.

“Oh I uh…yea I dunno what to say…”

The gears were turning in your head, he could tell. Something was brewing.

“..y’know I didn’t even realize I had packed this until I was subconsciously putting it on the first night. I'm being dead serious when I tell you I only ever took it off whenever I was about to go into battle…I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

He smiled to himself listening to your words. Something similar to what was brewing in your head was brewing in his chest.

These past few months, more specifically the past two weeks where you couldn’t contact him, there was a confession building. Words that were just waiting in the dark until he was at his most vulnerable to come into the light were bubbling up in his throat. The only thing keeping them from spilling right at this very moment was the seal of his lips.

It was nice, having you back. But all these realizations that he was having just in these last few days, especially now in these moments he was sharing with you, told him all he needed to know.

Especially with those words that you had just said to him, he knew his realization was not far from out of the blue.

“ Y’know those two weeks were you went dark were ‘ell. Pav and Gwendy were up my arse the entire time. It irked me how well they read me those two weeks..”

Watching you grow still and turn towards him, and sighed before turning towards you as well.

“I'm sorry about that Hobbie…my communicator died and Miguel told me I wasn’t allowed a new one until I finished my assignment. Which made everything so much harder to do since I had to wait for texts from Lyla and code instead of her just being able to talk me through it.”

“I knew it ‘ad to be somethin outta your control…and I also had a keepsake that ‘elped me keep my cool.”

Pulling back his cuffs, an array of bracelets both woven and made were on both of his wrists. They were all yours, but ones you hadn’t seen in a while and ones you were sure you had left on your desk before you had left.

What he couldn’t show you was the shirt he had of yours that was also on his pillow. He had it for the same reason he was sure you had his jacket for the entire trip…

Though it was starting to lose your scent.

There was a comfortable silence, at least he hoped there was. He could barely tell based off the thumping of his heart…

When he finally made eye contact with you, he saw a dopey smile on your face. It made him smile too. No matter how long you two were apart, no matter how raw the two of you got it never changed anything.

Well, he hoped nothing would change after what he was about to do.

Hobie wasn’t scared of a lot, practically nothing. But you scared the ever loving shit out of him. Both with all the stunts that you pulled and just the way you made him feel. He used to be this hardass corruptor but now? He wasn’t sure what he was without you.

“Hey Hobie..”

“Yea?”

“You should totally kiss me right now.”

“Yup.”

His hand fit perfectly on the crook of your neck, and so did his lips with yours.

Whatever you were feeling spilled into him, and he with you. A full year's worth of pent up emotion exploded into the kiss as he seemingly took your breath away. In recent months he could only imagine how your lips would feel against his, but it was nothing compared to what he was experiencing right now. Yours and his molded together in a flurry of silken passion, fitting together perfectly just like he knew they would.

Your hands found their place resting on his cheeks, just as his found theirs. With one resting on your neck and the other finding its way onto your side to pull you close. So close that he could feel the drum of your heart match his when your chests collided.

He wanted to curse whatever being made it so that the human body needed oxygen. When you pulled away his lips followed yours in chase, and it wasn’t until you held his face in place so that your bruised lips could take in a breath. Your finger ran over his bottom lip, playing with his lip ring as he panted in time with you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that…how..how being away from you for so long made me realize that's all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“I ‘ave an idea.”

His hand that rested on the edge of your neck came around to hold your throat, with his fingers resting on your pulse.

It was going a mile a minute just like his.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #x reader #across the spiderverse #marvel x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #into the spider verse #spiderman x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spider!reader

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creative-caramel-coffee · 11 days

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 3

Summary: Reader meets the team.

Tw: mentions of sickness, teasing

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Thanks for all the support this series has been getting :) If anyone has any suggestions for things that could happen in this series lemme know and I’ll see what I think. No smut though I don’t write that here.

The next day you woke to knocking on the bedroom door. Sitting up in bed you quietly called for whoever it was to enter.

A moment later Wanda poked her head through the door. Seeing you awake or at least semi-awake she slipped through the small space she had created.

“Good morning.” She smiled coming to sit beside you on the bed. “Did you sleep well?” She asked pressed her hand to your forehead.

“Mmm.” You hummed still half asleep.

“You don’t feel warm anymore.” She smiled at this achievement as if she was proud of you. “How are you feeling today?” She asked moving her hands to rest in her lap again.

“Tired, but that’s probably because I just woke up.” You smiled.

“Nat sent me to wake you up. She wanted to know if your well enough to meet the others today.” Wanda explained looking slightly guilty.

“I mean, I’m game if you are. Where’s Nat?” You asked coving a yawn.

“Nat’s training with steve. And not so fast, I want to know more about how you're feeling. No more headache? Cough? Wheezing? Give me something.” She grinned.

“My headaches gone, no more cough, maybe a slight wheeze I’m not too sure.” You begun and Wanda’s brow furrowed slightly at the mention of your wheezing. “I’m like ninety-nine percent sure my fever is gone, and I feel pretty good all things aside.” You finished.

“That’s good. Maybe keep your inhaler on you today just in case. And after the meeting I’ll see if I can get Bruce to give us a few spares, just in case.” Wanda said softly.

“You really don’t have to.” You said shyly toying with a loose thread on the sheets.

“Its no problem. I would make me feel better. Breathing is important.” Wanda teased easing your concerns.

“So, when’s the meeting?” You asked.

“Well, I think Nat wanted to do it as soon as possible. Like straight after training and then I’m going to make you some pancakes for brunch.” Wanda said poking your side. “But for now, hop up, get dressed and I’ll be back soon to show you where the meeting room is.” Wanda said, standing up and heading for the door.

Once wanda had left, probably to go and find Nat to call the meeting, you crawled out of bed. Rifling through your backpack you changed out your sleepshirt and shorts for a pair of black track pants and a pale-yellow t-shirt. Throwing on some goofy socks and lacing up your black converse high tops you braided your hair sat in front of the mirror and threw on some deodorant.

Once you were ready and had been to the bathroom to wash your face and go through your morning routine, you sat at peters desk.

Picking up your backpack you went through it until finding what you were looking for.

Pulling out the black sketchbook you opened it to a fresh page and began mindlessly doodling things you could see around peters room and the cityscape beyond the open curtains.

Just as you were getting into the details of the New York skyline you heard a knock on the door.

Lowering your pencil, you sat a little straighter.

“Come in.” You called your voice sounding better than it had in days. And surprisingly good for someone who had spent hours coughing and wheezing for days on end.

Wanda opened the door and smiled seeing you up and about for the first time.

“You look much better.” She commented coming to stand by your shoulder. “Wow, you’re an amazing artist.” She smiled looking at your drawings.

“Oh, um … thanks.” You smiled still a little awkward when it came to compliments. “So, what’s the news?” You asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” Wanda said looking up from where she had been inspecting your sketchbook. “Nat called Fury. He’s kinda the boss. He’s given the go ahead if steve and tony sign off on it. Nat then called a meeting and I’m going to bring you to the room where you're going to meet the team.” She explained.

“I have two questions.” You said.

“Shoot.” Wanda said pulling you up and gesturing to follow her out the door.

“One, is peter going to be at this meeting?” You asked as Wanda lead you down some seemingly endless corridors.

“Yes.” Wanda nodded, pressing the button to call the lift.

“And two, this Fury guy said yes? Just like that?” You asked sounding slightly confused.

“Yes and no.” Wanda begun, stepping onto the lift with you beside her. “Nat asked Jarvis, Tony’s AI assistant to pull up all CCTV footage of spider-man and separate footage based on bio-signatures. So, she could differentiate between when it was peter and when it was you in the suit. She sent Fury the files and after he reviewed them, he approved you a place on the team. If you want it and the others agree.” Wanda explained.

“Okay.” You said slowly. “Seems like a good plan.” You smiled.

And the lift dinged softly as it slowed to a stop.

“This is us.” Wanda said and you followed her out of the open doors. Walking beside her down a hallway she stopped in front of a door and paused to look at you. “You ready?” She asked, her hand on the door handle.

“Yep.” You nodded swollowing down your nerves. “Ready as I’ll even be.”

“You’ll be great. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.” Wanda said and pushed the door open.

Nat was stood at the head of the table, a screen behind her queued up with spider-man videos. She smiled at you and wanda as the rest of the people turned to face you.

Seeing the people you had only ever seen on Tv in real life was a little overwhelming at first but wanda squeezed your hand and lead you into the room to stand at the front with her and Nat.

Peter smiled at you from where he was sat beside Tony. Looking proud of you just for standing in front of the avengers.

You stood there silent for a second simply making eye contact with your shoes before Natasha spoke up.

“This is Y/n.” Nat begun, and you gave a small half wave with an awkward smile. Tony was staring you down with an unreadable expression. He looked like he was analysing your face mentally. Most likely already having connected you to Peter.

“Hi I’m Y/n Parker.” You said lifting your eyes to meet a few smiling faces around the room a fair few of them sporting shocked looks.

“Parker?” Tony echoed sounding smaller than you had ever heard from his times on Tv.

“Y/n Parker is Peters sister.” Wanda explained.

“Kid?” Tony looked hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me there were two of you?” He asked looking sad.

Peter looked slightly sick at the open disappointment his mentor was showing right now and so you stepped in before peter had a panic attack.

“Mr Stark, Sir, it was my decision to keep myself out of the spotlight. And to do that I needed to maintain a low profile. Which is harder to do when the avengers know of your existence. No offence.” You explained. And the team exchanged a few glances as they noted how you had come to Peter’s aid almost immediately.

“That’s alright, I’m sure Pete will open up now you’re here.” Tony said with a grin as he ruffled Peters hair, “Won’t-cha kiddo?” He asked with his usual charismatic charm and Peter gave a small nod and smile while he ducked his head not liking the attention.

“So, anyone have anymore questions?” You asked drawing the attention off of Peter once more much to your brothers' relief.

Looking away from the small smile he sent you as thanks you laughed, seeing every hand in the room up with a question for you, bar Nat, Peter and Wanda of course.

You looked to your left and nodded to Steve.

“Hi, nice to meet you kid.” Steve said. “I have a question though, if Peter’s identity is secret, why did you need to stay away from us?” He asked looking confused, and his statement drew a few nods around the room.

“If Tony scares you honey, I can assure you that the man would forget his own shoes without me.” Someone you recognised as Pepper Potts said with a smile causing Tony to grumble to himself. How Nat had managed to wrangle the CEO of Stark industries into this meeting you didn’t know.

Little did you know that all it took was ‘There’s something you should know, it has to do with Peter’ and she was on her way.

“Actually,” Wanda said drawing the gaze of the room to her, “This should explain it. Jarvis play the video.” She said and the lights dimmed as the Tv showed a compilation of some of your best moves in the spider-suit.

When the video ended the lights retuned to their normal brightness and everyone still looked confused.

“How exactly does a compilation of Peter doing tricks explain that?” Bruce asked.

“Um…” You said looking slightly nervous. “That was me.” You said in a small voice and the room was silent for a second.

“Sick moves kid. Peter your sister’s awesome.” Sam said and a few people laughed at his perfect comedic timing.

“Prove it.” Tony said and you paled slightly.

“Tony.” Pepper said placing her hand on his arm and shooting him a look.

“No, its ok pepper.” Nat said. “Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling. “Was that peter in the suit for those videos?” She asked.

“The height and weight as well as body stature and proportions do not match Master Parker.” Jarvis said.

“Ok,” Nat continued, “Who do those body descriptors match in this room?” She asked.

“The person in the suit does match the body of Miss Parker.” Jarvis said and Tony frowned.

“Do the sticky thing.” Bucky called drawing a few smiles. You rolled your eyes and put a hand up, splaying your fingers before jumping in the air and touching the ceiling where you stayed stuck.

“Crawl around.” Sam said and you glared at his heckling.

“No.” You said and you saw Peter doing his puppy eyes at you. “Fine.” You sighed.

Jumping up you did a flip and stuck your legs out, now standing on the ceiling upside down and making eye contact with Sam before looking to Bucky.

“Better?” You asked sarcastically.

“Much.” Sam grinned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Ok. Get down Y/n.” Nat said sounding part annoyed part amused at the display.

“Yes ma’am.” You said before detaching from the roof and doing a flip to landing back where you were before.

“Show off.” Peter murmured under his breath and you huffed a small laugh as his ears went red, not having expected you to hear him. Dumb super-hearing.

“Well, now we’re done with the party tricks. What are we thinking?” You asked brushing off invisible dirt from your clothes.

“Well…” Tony said. “I think its time you got your own suit.” He grinned and you smiled back. “What colours do you want kiddo?” He asked.

“Um… maybe something like purple, white and red?” You said and he nodded already sketching down ideas on a pad of paper pepper had brought with her from a meeting.

“You’re also getting an AI.” Tony added and you looked a peter who simply smiled proudly of you.

“Well, if that’s everything Y/n’s also gonna need a room.” Wanda said and Tony nodded.

“There’s a spare room on Natasha and Wanda’s floor if you want to move in with the girls. Do I need to send some movers to grab your things?” Tony asked and you looked at your shoes and shook your head.

“Not much to move.” You mumbled.

“Y/n’s apartment was taken out in the last battle. She’s been hiding out in Peter’s room for now. That’s how we met actually.” Natasha said shooting you a reassuring smile.

“Well, it sounds like I’m going to be funding yet another shopping trip.” Tony sighed and Wanda grinned at you mischievously.

“We’ll make it a girl's day.” Wanda said shooting a look at pepper.

“I’d love to.” Pepper agreed and Nat clapped her hands together.

“Alright then.” The assassin said. “I should probably tell Fury we have another spider on the team.” Nat grinned and you smiled at her.

“Great, now we have three spiders.” Tony said rolling his eyes and ducking as Pepper aimed a pretty good swing to the back of his head.

“Knock it off Tony, don’t act like you're not secretly overjoyed to have another Parker around.” Pepper said.

“Just wondering,” Bruce said looking mildly nervous as the room turned to look at him.

“Yes?” You prompted him to continue.

“Are you…” He begun before pausing, “I guess theres no real nice way to put it.” Bruce said and Tony jumped in.

“I think Brucie-bear wants to know if you come with the Parker Brain Package.” Tony said and Pepper glared at him.

“Tony.” She warned, glaring at him while you cleared your throat.

“If you’re asking about how smart I am, let’s just say I designed the original prototype for the web-shooters and chemical makeup of the fluid.” You said and Tony nodded seemingly satisfied with that small tidbit of information for now.

“Well, if nobody had anything else to say, Wanda and I are going to take Y/n for a tour of the compound.” Nat said before turning to look at Clint. “And you, have to make dinner. You lost our bet.” Nat said and then dragged you and Wanda out of the room by your sleeves.

After a very long and very comprehensive tour by Natasha and Wanda, you were shown back to the communal kitchen where most of the team ate together when they weren’t on missions.

You walked into the dining room attached to the kitchen to be hit with the smell of burnt food pungent in the air.

You looked at Nat confused, and she grinned as she heard cursing coming from the kitchen. Wanda looked like she was itching to go help but sad she pulled away Nat grabbed her sleeve at the very last second to hold her back.

“Can someone explain whats going on for me?” You asked.

“Well, Clint and Natasha can’t cook if their lives depended on it.” Wanda begun, only to shush Nat when she went to speak up. “So naturally they made a bet, loser had to cook the team dinner, naturally Clint lost so Nat is enjoying his public humiliation. And I normally cook if we aren’t getting takeout so it's causing me pain to hear whats going on in there.”

“Oh, calm down. Clints not blowing anything up.” Nat said rolling her eyes as Wanda shot her a look. “Ok that was one time.” Nat amended.

Not twenty minutes later you were sat at a table with the avengers with a plate of very burnt stake and watery mash potatoes.

“What is it?” Tony asked poking his steak.

Clint grinned. “A masterpiece.” He said.

“More like a mistake.” Nat muttered judging her steak while poking it with her knife as if she was expecting it to start moving of its own accord.

“I say we have newbie try it.” Tony posed and you rolled your eyes.

Cutting off a piece of the very tough steak with your knife you raised it to your lips and put it in your mouth.

It was tough and kind of disgusting. But you smiled anyway.

Finding the meat tougher than you had been expecting, you made the switch as you called you fangs up. Your canines sharpened as you chewed managing to decimate the meat. Swallowing you looked at Clint.

“Not the worst thing I’ve every eaten.” You said with a smirk and Tony who had been watching you closely squeaked.

“Jeez kid you didn’t tell me your sister was a vampire.” Tony said turning to Peter.

By this point most of they eyes were on you, so you hid your teeth and retracted the fangs out of embarrassment.

“She’s not. It’s a spider thing she got.” Peter said coming yo your defence.

“Either way her new name is fangs.” Tony said with a grin.

This time you glared at him.

“For the record i think they’re awesome.” Wanda said sensing your embarrassment.

“Seconded.” Nat said her spy training honing in on your body language to see you were insecure about it.

“I gotta admit it’s a cool trick doll.” Bucky said.

“Pretty neat.” Steve agreed with a smile.

“Badass.” Sam nodded flicking a still frozen pea at Bucky. “Alright, now that y/n probably has food poisoning, who wants pizza?” Nat asked with a grin. Cheers came from all sides of the table as Clint slumped dejectedly in his seat.

PART 4

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ATSV Bully!Hobie Brown x Reader - I Hate You

Summary: Ever since you joined the team a few months back, you've had an indescribable distain for Hobie, and the feeling seems mutal, if all his bullying is anything to go by- or so you thought.

Warnings: spider!reader, dangerous situations, angst, fluff, romantic tension, inspired by 'I HATE YOU' by 2NE1

You couldn't stand him, the way he lounged about, aloof and uncaring about the goings on around him. Currently, he layed on a lobby couch, Mayday in his lap with her tiny hands in his, baby talking one another. The sight mad you gag. How could a guy like Hobie possibly be good with kids? Same level of maturity, you guessed.

"(Y/N), are you even listening to me? Do you think this is a joke?" Your boss's harsh tone snapped your attention back to what it ought to be on. Your cheeks burned as Miguel's starer bored into you, waiting for a response, which he'd undeniably cut short just to assert dominance over you. To add insult to injury, you could make out a fit of childish giggling that could only belong to a small red headed girl, fueled by snarky comments from her seemingly adopted older brother.

"I-I'm sorry, I-" you sputtered, feeling frustrated tears prick your eyes. "I just got-"

"Distracted, I'm aware." There it was. And just like that, he was laying into you again, with belittlements so hurtful you had no choice but to tune him out for your own mental health. Finally, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, letting you know he was done yelling, which was never a good sign. Everyone knows Miguel's quiet anger is so much worse than his loud anger. "Look, you can't keep making these mistakes, they're costing us more and more." he admitted. "I need to know that I can trust you to fix this or..." he trailed, swiping his hair back, not wanting to finish a difficult sentence. "Or I'm gonna have to send you home, perminately."

"Miguel," you instantly protested, swallowing hard to fight back tears. "No please, you know I have nobody to go back to!"

"Then prove to me you can be useful." he replied sternly. "Because right now you're not and you knwo I can't keep anyone around that I can't use. Am I understood?"

You hung your head, tears finally slipping down your cheeks, though you refused to give him a good look at your wet cheeks. "Yes sir, I'll clean it up."

"Good," he nodded, releived to be done with the conversation. "But just in case something goes wrong, take Hobie with you."

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Hobie trailed through the headquarters behind you, glancing around awkwardly with his hands shoved in his pockets. This was his fault, really, and he knew it. You knew it, and he knew that you knew, but 'sorry' never had been in his vocabulary. "Look bird-"

"Shut it, you sleezy, incompetent, diabolical little shitstain!" You shoted right there in the hallway, not caring who saw or heard. Hobie threw out his palms in defense with an embarrassed grin.

"Diabolical? I don't think I'm exactly diabolical." he chuckled nervously, only to be silenced once again by your accusing finger.

"You are! You sabbotaged me!" you insisted, seething.

Irritation for your attitude wore down his guilt as he dropped one hand and brought the other to rest on his hip, sassily popping it out. "I did no such thing," he lied. "Not my fault you can't take a joke."

"A joke?!" you shrieked, balling your fists to restrain yourself. "You picked on me before I went on that mission purposefully, just to make sure I screwed up!"

"Oh whatever," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I just like gettin' ya all riled up, you're cute when your mad, luv." he cooed sinisterly, leaning his lanky form closer to yours. Color rushed to your face as you began to shake.

"Why can't you just take anything seriously?!"

"Why do you have to treat everything so serious? Not everything is liife or death, (Y/N)." he dismissed, crossing his arms and turning his nose up at you.

"Because this is!"you cried, tears once again begining to fall down your cheeks. Damnit, he never was able to watch you cry. "I have nothing left in my demention ahnd you know it. If I get sent home I-!" you haulted, not knowing what to say, genuinely at a loss. "I-I don't know what I'd do..."

"Bird," he called, sympathy softening him exponetially. "I-"

"Please just save it, Hobie." you finally spat, fidgeting with your watch. "You've said enough."

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Standing on a rooftop, you surveiled the area the device had brought you to, scanning for any sign of the anomaly you'd accidnetally released into this univense against the dreary drizzing sky. Looking around and finding yourself alone, you'd asumed Hobie hadn't followed you in, not unlike him to dodge jobs he wasn't in the mood for, and even better for you. If you took care of this on your own, you'd be back in Miguel's good graces for sure.

Before you had any time to begin your search, however, you found yourself knocked off your feet, breathless and went sailing into the nearest horrizontal surface: one of the many windows of a towering office building. Eyes blown in panic and shock, you heave against the scratchy carpet floor, not littlered with broken glass as chaos arose around you. The employees of the office began to jump just from their seats, a few running to your aid or suspciously interogating you, though most chose to flea. Screams, shattering glass, and stomping overwelmed youas you began to become overstimulated, only interupted by dark c huckling uttered in a thick Russian accent.

"Is nice to see you again," the deformed figure before you said, sstepping towards you. "Will be last time, I pomise." With that, the man charged at you headfirst, an offense you narrowly avoided.

"Listen to me, Rhino!" you tried, crawling up to the ceiling and hanging there as you spoke. "I know you've endured pain in your life, every instance of you has, but you don't belong here!"

The behemoth seemed to only take your words as fueled, growling in responce. "You do not know me, spider." he snarled. "Youi know nothing of me!" Raging, he thrashed, thorwing a termper tantrum and hurling an office desk towards you, which thankfully missed you thanks to your vantage point.

"I know a lot more than youy might think!" you plead, begging to chip away down to what little humanity remained of him. "I know your name is Aleksi, and I know you'd had a rough life," you explained cautously, lowering yourself via a strand of silk once you felt he was calming down. Holding your hands out defensively, you continued. "You're a criminal- a theif, but you didn't have a choice, did you, Aleksi?"

"Niet." he answered abashedly, eyes furrowing at you suspiciously.

"I also know that you've been hurt by people you trusted. Doctors and scientists who had other plans for you than what they told you, right?"

"Da."

You sighed, stepping a bit closer, relaxing slightly. "But they people who did that to you aren't here. They're not even in this dimention and you can't go around hruting innocent people looking or them." For a moment, it seemed what you'd said had really gotten to him as he stepped back, staring down at his hands symbollically. "You can't stay here, Aleksi, you have to go home."

Sudddenly his eyes flickered back up to you, filled with rage as he breathing became labored. "Neit!" he hollered, hands curling into clenched fists as he let out a betrayed roar. "I have nothing to go back to! Not going back to prison, I will not be captive!"

Before you knew it, you were falling. Air filled your ears as it rushed by you and your surroundings had long since faded to a watercolor blur. Straight ahead, you could see Rhino standing in the gape of the shattered window of the office building, huffing as he watched you desend. Had he not thrown you off the ledge so quickly, you might have thought to sling a web to break your fall, but you couldn't find it within yourself as you watch his form disappear. This was it, you'd failed thr mission and now you were going home. Sudenly, it dawned on you.

You weren't going to be sent home. You were going to die.

Deadweighted, you closed your eyes, anticipating the crippling hit to the concrete, not that you'd feel it anyways. Suddenly, your decent ended as you fell heavy into a sturdy pair of arms, terribly tired from the race your mind had ran, and talking solice in the warm heartbeat of this angel whoi would carry you on.

The smell of leather and rust hit your nose as you began to come to your senses. "C'mon, luv, gotta wake up." a concerned voice urged as paitently as possibly. Eyes fluttering open, you saw him. Hobie was bathed in daylight, masked face turned from you in effort to give attention to his surroundings as he carried you. Then he skiddfed to a haulted, cursing under his breath has he'd sudddenly stopped giving chase to the interloper. He peer down at you, pulling off his hood with a barely free hand. "Ya still with us?" he asked, nervousness pooling out from under a wall of coolness. You nodded hesitently as he gently set you down.

"Hobie..." you wondered allowed, a bit awestuck from the emotional turmoiled you'd gone through. "You came..."

He cocked a brow, wicks falling to the side with his head. "'Course I didn, what'd you expect of me?"

You couldn't help but feel ashamed, not only of the things you'd said to him earlier in the day, but of your low expectations of him. You'd always known Hobie to have his own agenda, but he was loyal to a fault at the end of the day.

"I thought you'd leave me to clean up my own mess...I'm sorry." you admitted, hanging your head low. Your ears became hot at the sound of his hearty laughter befor his gloved hand slapped down onto your shoulder, probably a bit harded that you would've liked. "W-What's so funny?"

"Nothing, bird," he chuckled, dramatically hunched and wiping an imaginary tear form his eye. "Just that, if you're the one that made the mess, how are you meant to clean it up on your own?"

I hope this lived up to the hype of the snippet. 😖Also, not proffread, mb!

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