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Miguel O'Hara x Shy/Sweet anomaly F!Reader

Summary: You were pulled into a random dimension, A big buff scary guy taking you to a private interrogation room for "Questioning" 💛

"I don't know anything...I was just baking a cake, that's all I remember..." You fiddled with your fingers, your body curled up into a ball as you sat in a steel chair. It was the least comfortable but you'd have to bare with it.

You weren't lying, The last thing you did in fact remember was 'baking' a cake, setting it down only to be sucked into a void of darkness, Waking up in an unknown place. You shrugged your shoulders, Not knowing what else to say.

The man in an odd suit groaned, rubbing his temples. A sigh catching in your ears as you look up. You were met with a handsome face once he pulled off his mask, His eyes low, It was obvious he was tired just from the way he'd walked.

You realized he was getting closer to you, A gulp caught in your throat as you watch him disappear from your sight, His hands on the thin rail of the chair. You could feel his breath tickling the back of your earlobe, Your heartbeat accelerating in your chest as he leans lower.

"The only way I'm gonna get you back home is if you tell me where that portal is located." His voice was stern, but gentle, Almost drawing the answer out of you immediately. You stopped yourself from peeling, not knowing if he'd hurt your precious dimension for his own gain.

You didn't know him, he didn't know you, Yet you were here for an unknown reason. Sure you were an anomaly, but you never harmed anyone in your life. You just want peace, that's all that ever mattered to you.

You peered behind you, His eyes making you feel every ounce of small.

"I don't know..." You lied, The intense atmosphere became too much for such a well-being, A heavy sigh filling the room again as the man turns the very chair you sat on. You were scared, that was very clear in his eyes.

"Look at me, eyes up here cariño." You obliged, his face inches away from yours. The close proximity stirring something within you, your eyes peered at his lips, then back to his handsome face, Confusion and arousal flowing through you the more you studied him.

You avoided eye-contact, Ignoring the growing pool between your legs that was interfering with your thoughts. His scent lingering on your skin as he places a finger under your chin, A gasp straining from your throat as he lifts you up onto the steel table behind you.

You looked so sweet, so innocent with those beautiful eyes of yours. He couldn't hurt something so fragile, The palm of his hands caressing your clothed skin. You weren't stopping his touches, so why should he?

He got between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the cold furniture, slowly skimming his hand below the thin fabric of your skirt.

Your breathing grew shallow, your body jolting as the tip of his finger flicked your clit with such delicacy. Your panties being pulled aside as he puts pressure on your clitoris with his thumb, earning a whine from you.

"Tell me querida. You can trust me." You hesitated, His middle finger slipping past your soaked folds as you arch your back, Your cries cut short as he places his lips onto yours. You melted into his touch, your hands resting on his chest, trying to pull him closer by tugging on his suit.

You whimpered and shook from the tone of his voice, whining as he continued to drive you towards that heavenly urge with small determined swipes. Your hips languidly rocking, adding a new, delectable sensation to your clit.

"So good for me, such a pretty girl, so fucking beautiful." His praises sent chills up your spine as your whines increased in volume. 

You were practically begging, repeating the same 3 phrases over and over again, his dulcet groans harmonizing with your shaky wails. He slowly circled his thumb off your swollen clit, gliding it down your slick seam.

He tilted his head down and smiled sadistically at you, two more of his thick calloused fingers forcing themselves inside of you, twisting and stretching you out. Your nails digging into his forearms as you gasp in surprise.

He hummed lowly, your pussy squelching with each delicious thrust. The speed of his fingers were antagonizingly slow, Your cunt aching for more as his pace doesn't satisfy you. Your hips grinding to find more friction.

His thumb began to press circles into your clit as his fingers curled in and out of your clenching cunt, making you moan into his mouth with each pass of his fingertips that brushed over that sensitive spot inside of you. 

The shame coiling in you disappearing when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips once again. You parted them, his fingers continuing to rile you up into a babbling mess of incoherent words.

"Tell me, then I'll grant you what you want baby." The frustration was too much to bare, Tears threatening to swell in your eyes as you contemplated your next move. You wanted to give in, but what would happen to your home?

"I won't hurt your home, I just need to know hermosa." He read you like an open book, Your grip loosening on his suit as you sheepishly tell him.

Your drenched walls contracted around his fingers as his pace fastens, He could feel how badly you needed this, The wet sounds emitted in the silent room becoming louder as he teased your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he praises how much of a good girl you are, Assaulting every single desired spot that resided inside of you. Your arousal dripping onto the table as you cried out for him, not even knowing his name.

His lips were as sweet as honey, His cologne sending you into a daze as he ushers you to cum all over his fingers. You obeyed, The cutest little sounds leaving your throat as you cling tightly onto his shoulder. The warmth between your legs growing as you coat his fingers with your slick.

Your legs tremble as he digs his claws into you, A groan vibrating against your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, Pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his lips, His tongue lapping up your arousal until his digits were glistening with his own saliva.

His eyebrows furrowed as he takes in your sweet aroma, finally releasing the breath he'd been holding almost the entire time.

"Me estas volviendo loco."

Author note: I RIDE HIM, SUCK HIM, LICK HIM AND FUCK HIM THEN I DUCK HIM. (I'm not sorry.)

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  return-of-a-space-cowboy

You're just like an angel pt5

Originally posted by smmy-winchster

After breakfast, Miguel took your plate and washed it. The silence deafening and you could cut the tension in the room until the device on his wrist rang. He shot another web at you which covered your mouth.

"Yes?" He asked as a small projection of the lady you'd seen a few days ago appeared.

"I've been trying to get in contact with you for ages, why haven't you been answering?" She asked.

"I've been busy" he replied.

"Yeah I was told, were you aware an anomaly escaped the facility last night?" She asked him.

"Is that so?" He asked. He was certain he'd covered his tracks, so why was she alerted about an escape?

"Yes, I'm on my way to catch them now" she explained. This wasn't good.

"Are you sure that it's an anomaly?" He asked. She looked at him weirdly before speaking.

"What do you mean, am I sure? you said this tech is never incorrect" she asked.

"I know I said that but recently it's had a few kinks so LYLA and I have been working on a patch for a couple of issues, that's why I've been so busy" he lied.

"Well, I'm going to double-check, just in case," she said. He hung up before pulling you into a room and using his webs to restrain your arms and legs before putting you on the carpeted floor.

"This won't be for long, I'll remove those restraints as soon as she's gone," he told you before closing the door behind you, leaving you in the dark. The only light was the light that peered through the door frame.

You waited for what seemed like hours before a doorbell rang and that lady's voice could be heard.

"Oh I didn't realize this was your house," she said.

You tried to scream loud as you could to get her attention but the webbing muffled all your attempts.

"Yes, it is, guess my watch must be giving out a dud transmission" Miguel replied.

"Actually what time did it indicate that the anomaly left?" He asked.

"Around 22 o'clock" she replied.

"That was when I left, definitely must be my watch" he explained.

"Well I hope you can sort out those issues soon Miguel," she said.

"Yes I'll put it as my top priority" he replied before what you assumed was the front door closed, then the door to the room you were in opened. Miguel towered over you, truly settling into the hopelessness you were currently in.

He kneeled before you and held your chin in his hand as the talons on his fingers appeared, you could feel them threatening to pierce the skin on your face as he held you in place as he carefully dragged one of his fingers across your lips as sliced away the webbing. His crimson eyes looking down at you, longing for something.

"You're so beautiful" he commented before he made quick work of the rest of the webbing.

"You make me feel sick" you snarled in response. Revolted by his presence.

"You'll feel the same way soon dear, you just need time," he told you as if you were a child.

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Whenever he left you took the opportunity to get your hands on any electronics in the house. You inspected them and figured out what they did. All of it made you feel exceptionally old, like how a grandmother would feel using a computer for the first time.

Right now you had your hands on one of his tablets. Looking through it to see if he might have useful information for you. A blueprint of the device on his wrist, the location of that lair of his, and any other hints as to how to go home.

Unfortunately, it seemed like this was his personal one for home. The only thing you managed to find were house listings on a real-estate site, was he planning of moving? If so, that wouldn't be good. You'd have to start investigating all over again.

Slowly you began to figure out what each thing did. You should have tried calling the police but that would not help your situation, if anything it would make your chances of returning to your dimension a lot slimmer.

Sometimes you wondered if circumstances between you and Miguel had been different, would you have fallen in love with him? From what others said about relationships he was what people would consider a catch. He cooked, cleaned, and seemed like a family-oriented man from the photos on display.

Perhaps his loss led him to do what he did, didn't excuse him from what he did to you but if you tried to talk him through his loss he might let you go, but you'd need to have some good psychological skills to do that which you doubt you have.

The door opened and you quickly hid it under the pillow beside you.

"You realize I get notifications on my phone whenever you use any of my devices," he said as he walked in the door with a bag in hand. You sat still flustered that you were caught.

"Sorry I was out so late, I brought home some Italian" he explained as he walked to the table and unpacked the paper bag, pulling out a few cardboard containers.

"I got us some arancini and garlic bread to share" he continued.

"Thank you" you halfheartedly said.

"What's the matter? If it's about me being late I promise I'll take you out for a day" he said almost like clockwork. This is exactly what he'd tell his wife and daughter in this universe. After he'd found his family in that universe he'd quit being Spiderman and put them at the forefront of his life. He wished he could do the same thing for you but now the stakes of quitting were a lot higher.

"No it's not about that, you know exactly why," you told him.

"I can't do that," he told you.

"It's not that you can't Miguel, it's that you don't. This isn't good for either of us and I know that somewhere deep down you know this" you blew up at him.

"I'm sick of being trapped in this house, I just want to go home and see my family again," you said.

"They probably think I'm dead after all this time" you continued. It had been almost a month since you'd been trapped here.

"Just come here and have some dinner, I don't have time to talk about this," he told you.

"No, you never have time to talk about it because you don't want to hear it, you're delusional… pretending that we're a regular couple" you argued

"I don't know if this is because of the loss of your family or you've always been like this but you need to find some professional help and let me go" you continued. Then the glass dining table shattered. A vivid blue liquid poured from the wounds on his hand, his talons exposed.

"This is for your own good! If I were to send you back your life would most likely end in misery, Vultures and any other villains for that matter usually either die or get locked up for the rest of their lives!" He yelled as made his way towards you.

"And you think this is any better? Locked up in this house of yours isolated from those I love" You argued.

"I was going to bring your family here as a surprise but I haven't had the time to prepare. Would that make you happy?" He seethes. Your eyes widened in shock and your blood boiled. You stood up and looked directly up into his eyes.

"No, I don't trust you near them whatsoever" you hissed.

"If you even so much as lay a hand on one of them I'll… I'll" you warned but was unable to threaten him. There was no way you were going to let him drag your family into this mess.

"You'll what? What can you do against me?" He hissed back.

Your knuckles cracked as you clenched tightly into a white-knuckled fist. Without even thinking you had hooked him in the jaw with all the force you had. He stumbled back a little and rubbed his jaw before his blood-red eyes returned to you. That was the first time you'd managed to inflict even a slight amount of pain on him but it was enough to trigger that hair-thin temper. Without your gear you were just a bird without wings, defenseless.

Before you even had a chance to react he grabbed the collar of your shirt and hoisted you in the air, your legs dangling helplessly.

"I've been patient with you, I've tried to accommodate for you whenever I could yet after it all you still reject me! You treat me as if I was some kind of monster" he hissed through grit teeth, baring fangs you hadn’t seen before.

"Because you are!" You responded.

"You want to see a monster?! I'll show you a monster!" he howled.

  zapreportsblog

Web Of Support

➥ summary: Miguel’s girlfriend has a panic attack so he does what he does best, he injects her with his venom to immobilize the threat

 ➥ a/n: I feel I could’ve made this better somehow

➥ one shot

Amidst the towering skyscrapers of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara, a brilliant scientist, found himself grappling with the incredible powers bestowed upon him through genetic experimentation.

As the caress of evening settled upon the city, he felt an innate responsibility to protect others from the perils that had shaped his own existence.

One such person was his girlfriend, (y/n).

(Y/n) (Lastname) was a vibrant and intelligent woman who had been there for Miguel every step of the way. She had become a vital presence in his life, offering unwavering support during times of triumph and, more importantly, during moments of great personal struggle.

As their relationship blossomed, their bond grew stronger and their love deeper.

One fateful evening, as they sat in the comfort of their shared apartment, (y/n) felt the tendrils of panic closing in on her.

Anxiety had always been a part of her life, an unwelcome shadow that sometimes overwhelmed her. In these moments of vulnerability, Miguel knew he had to be her pillar of strength.

He watched as (y/n)’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He could see the distress haunting her eyes. In an instant, propelled by a mixture of love and the immense empathy he felt for her, Miguel's spidey-sense tingled.

The unique biology coursing through his veins empowered him with the ability to analyze situations with uncanny accuracy.

Without hesitation, Miguel gently rose from his chair, his heart pounding with a mixture of concern and determination. He moved with agility honed from his own physical enhancements, silently crossing the room as quickly as he could so that he was standing beside (y/n).

As he approached her, his palm touched the back of her trembling hand, sending calming waves of warmth through her body.

"You're not alone, (y/n)," he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. "I'm here with you, and together we'll weather the storm."

An electric tingle surged through Miguel's mouth leaving his gums feeling the small tingling effect, charged with his unique spider venom.

Skillfully he leaned down pressing his mouth to the side of her neck with slight pressure of his fangs breaking into the thin layer of flesh, he unleashed a carefully measured amount directly onto (y/n) skin, the bio-enhanced substance flowing with remarkable precision.

The paralyzing effects of the venom acted not as a means of harm but as a tool of comfort, gently suspending her panic while allowing her to catch her breath.

As the venom coursed through (y/n) system, Miguel gazed into her eyes. He could see a mix of surprise and trust amidst the temporary stillness that had settled upon her body.

Knowing time was of the essence, he pulled her into a tight embrace, wrapping her in a cocoon of safety and love.

In this moment, silence enveloped their shared space. The city's distant hum faded into the background, leaving only the steady rhythm of their beating hearts.

Miguel allowed the warmth of their connection to permeate the room, banishing the shadows of anxiety that had gripped (y/n).

Gradually, the grip of panic subsided, and (y/n)’s once-stilled body began to slowly regain its mobility. The venom's effects gradually faded, revealing the relief on her face as color returned to her cheeks.

"Miguel," she whispered softly, her voice filled with gratitude and trust. "Thank you for being there for me, for finding a way to help."

He held her tighter, the weight of his love for her evident in the strength of his embrace. "I will always be by your side, (y/n). You deserve nothing less."

And so, in that quiet moment, Miguel O'Hara affirmed his commitment to his girlfriend, his powers forged not just to battle the shadows of danger but also as a steadfast reminder of the unwavering support he would provide in the face of adversity.

Together, he knew they would conquer whatever challenges life threw their way, forging a path forward as they weaved their own web of impenetrable love and resilience.

  magnolias-make-me-happy

the days are hard (miguel o'hara x reader)

dad!miguel, fluff, heart wrenching sweetness fr <3

don’t mind me, just thinking about patching Miguel up after a particularly bad anomaly and your daughter wakes up to see you and Miguel at the kitchen table. It's the middle of the night and she’s rubbing the sleep from her eyes, dragging her favorite stuffed animal behind her that funnily enough ‘Uncle’ Hobie had given to her despite how much Miguel had groaned to you about it. You hadn’t even sensed she had gotten up, too focused on the injury after injury you kept finding on your husband's body.

you were cleaning a cut on Miguel’s eyebrow when you noticed his eyes shift to the doorway to the kitchen “mija? go back to bed baby” he rumbles out, voice soft. He winces as you finish dabbing the blood away from his forehead, quickly putting the cloth down on the table next to you as you turn to look at the little girl in front of you. “what are you doing up bug?” you say as you brush the hair back from her still sleepy face

“sensed papá come home” she mumbles out, Miguel reaches out and touches her face, his large hand covering the entire side of it “m'sorry i woke you up” he whispers. she climbs into his lap, her hands going to cup his cheeks for a moment before throwing her arms around his neck “it’s gonna be okay papá” your heart squeezes in your chest at the softness in her voice, you see Miguel's eyes go wide before they water.

his eyes squeeze shut and he wraps his large arms around her tiny frame, you blink your eyes to will away the tears before she reaches her little hand behind her towards you “mamá come” her voice comes out muffled from being smushed against Miguel's shoulder, you smile and drop your body down on the bench beside them, one of Miguel's arms wraps around your waist and tugs you into his side pressing a kiss to your temple. 

one of your daughters hands comes up to grab your hand, you press a kiss on it and lean your head on Miguel's free shoulder “love you” she mumbles to the both of you, miguel kisses the side of her head “we love you too mi vida” he whispers into her hair before he turns to you and presses his lips to yours, it’s a soft kiss full of all the love in his heart that could only be for his two girls. You break apart and rest your forehead against his, and you think that in this moment wrapped in your husband and daughters arms that everything just might be okay. 

  salsakiyoomi

miguel doesn't ask for comfort, even when he desperately needs it.

it's a game of guessing with him, really — you have to look out for the subtle changes in his body language to tell if he's upset or stressed, like the slightly more deepened furrow of his eyebrows or the clench of his jaw, the constant sighing and grunting when he does anything, the way he runs his hand through his hair or across his face as he works — nobody but you would really catch on to these kind of stuff they’d just think he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed again — but not you, you know miguel, you know when he’s out of it.

tonight is another night of patrol for miguel — he knows that you don't sleep unless he has made it home, so it was no surprise that when he’d gotten in through the balcony of your shared apartment, he found you, sitting on the couch even though it was three in the middle of the night an you had work early morning.

he murmurs a quiet ‘i’m home’ under his breath — and you notice it, the slump of his shoulders, the slight frown on his face as if he’s thinking about something, not to mention the way he just walks past you to the bathroom, without even a hello or a kiss, as if you weren’t there, or maybe he just didn’t want to acknowledge you.

you leave him be, you know when he needs his space, you can't imagine how rough patrol can be on him, he probably needs a moment of peace in the shower. so, with that, you head towards the bedroom, and get comfortable under the sheets.

not long after, the door to the bedroom opens and miguel steps in, wearing a loose white shirt and sweatpants, his damp hair brush back, and you notice just how heavy his eyebags are, and the growing bruise on the side of his jaw.

he heads towards the bed and sits on the edge of his side, his back turned to you and his head hangs low and you notice that he’s breathing somewhat heavy, his usually inaudible inhales loud this time and you wonder if he’s having another one of his panic attacks.

you sit up, leaning over to him, your fingers gently touch his back, and his muscles are tense under your caress — he turns his head slightly over you, just so that your gaze can catch his, you give him a soft smile “hi.”

the frown on his face eases slightly, “hey.” his gruff voice is unusually quiet and raspy.

“you okay?” you ask softly, your fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“yeah.” he lies, cause of course he does, he knows that you know he’s not okay, and even though he knows you're the first person he should be honest with when it comes to his well being, he can’t break the habit of spilling meaningless and false, ‘i’m fine’ from his lips.

you hum in response and he craves your touch when you pull away from him and lean back on the bed — you spread your arms slightly, as if inviting him in for your embrace.

he doesn’t hesitate much, he leans over to you, letting your small arms wrap around his broad shoulders as you place a soft kiss to his lips, and another one to the bruise on his jaw, your lips so gentle before he buries his face in your chest and wraps his arms around your waist, the rest of his body lays comfortably between your legs and you let out a soft laugh when he lets out a deep hum.

“how was patrol today?” you ask him, your fingers running through his hair.

“don’t wanna talk about it.” he grumbles, nuzzling his face further in your chest, inhaling in your familiar scent.

you don’t ask him about it again, instead just opting for the comfortable silence that falls over the two of you, you notice the small blue and purple blotches that littered his neck and shoulders and you notice how his breathing has calmed down too.

your hands move from his hair to his nape, your fingers pressing down lightly on his skin to massage it, and he lets out a grunt of content in response.

he’s always liked that about you, how gentle your touch is, how carefully you handle him, it wasn’t something he was used to or allowed himself to get used to with anyone, before you anyway.

“i like it when you do that.” he mutters as your hands trail down to his back, massaging it as well, caressing his muscles, your touch so tender.

“i know.” you hum in response, a small smile tugging at your lips when he looks up at you with an unamused expression, but nevertheless he can’t help but lean into your touch more.

“relax, miguel.” you tell him, your hands move up to his face an you cup his cheeks, leaning in to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, “how about some sleep, yeah?”

you've always been so gentle with him, your touch so mellow that he can’t help but melt from it, and your voice so soft that his heart leaped every time he heard it and he couldn’t help but give in to everything you told him.

he nods and rolls on his side, his arm still wrapped around your waist and he holds you close — your presence a comfort to him, and he wants to stay like this forever — just the two of you, alone, sharing this moment of delicate touch and tranquility forever.

he kisses the top of your head and asks, “can you call in sick for work tomorrow?” because tomorrow is his off day, and he wants to spend it with you, just a lazy sunday in bed.

you chuckle, the sound muffled by your face buried in his chest, “‘course.”

“good.” he hums in response and despite all of todays stresses and fights, he can’t help but feel at ease with you in his arms.

  spiderymiasma

🕸 Five Times.... || Miguel x f!Spider (2/5)

Summary: Gwen sees how Miguel takes it upon himself to comfort you.

//Five Times They Weren't Alone and One Time They Were.

Words: 2.0k

Tags: Comfort Fic, Overprotectiveness, Slight Angst, Mutual Pining, Eventual Kissing, Pre-relationship, Flirting, Dating, Fluff, Wholesome

A/N: A continuation of my 5 Times Series. Use of "Charlotte Webb" as a placeholder for y/n

|| My AO3 || Part 1 Here

2. Gwen Stacy

One thing was for certain, if you wanted anything from Miguel…

 …..you went to Charlotte first.

Gwen spun around in one of the swivel chairs in the other Spiderwoman's office, kicking her new stolen shoes idly.  “Sooooooo….it’s been a while since I’ve seen Miles, with all the extra work Miguel is making us do." She pouted dramatically.  "Can I pllllease get time off to go visit his dimension?  Just for a couple of days?”

The older Spiderwoman's soften as she looked at the teen fondly.  Unlike Miguel, it seems as though his right hand woman had a soft spot for the younger Spiders. 

“Did you finish all your missions?”

“Yup!”

“Did you file all the paperwork Miguel wanted?”

Gwen internally winced.  Well, if you stretch the definition of words like “paperwork” and “what Miguel wants”, then yes she technically did sort of do it.

“Yup.”  She popped her p.

She chuckled, clearly not buying Gwen’s shenanigans.  “Of course you can go visit Miles-“

Gwen perked up.  She didn’t actually think she’d get a yes, already mentally resigning to the fact she’d have to sneak out right under Miguel's nose.

“-right after you get the green light from Miguel, of course”

Gwen slumped over, defeated, all the bravado completely drained.

Getting Miguel to let Gwen do anything was like getting Charlotte and Miguel to admit their feelings for each other.

Mathematically impossible.

What would Hobie do in her shoes?

Gwen lifted her head, playing with a strand of her hair.  “You know, you shouldn’t let guys like Miguel boss you around like this.  I mean, you’re the Spiderwoman everyone looks up to around here.  Are you really going to let a man tell you what you can and cannot do?”

She blinked.  “Gwen, he's literally both of our bosses.”

The teen huffed, dejected.  “You know, Spiderwoman to Spiderwoman, this whole affair is a real loss to feminism.”

She snorted, done with these childish games.  “Gwen, ask Miguel.”

Well, shit.

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Miguel, like always, was not in the mood for Gwen's shenanigans.  “What do you want?  Can’t you see I’m busy?”

"Can I take some time off to go visit Miles?"  Gwen leisurely strolled around the room, touching, poking, and prodding at all the fancy science gear.

She knew that Miguel got antsy (Ha!) whenever anyone but Charlotte touched his stuff, but he didn't even give Gwen the decency to look even mildly annoyed.  "Go ask Charlotte, I'm busy."

She sighed, flopping her hands in front of her dramatically.  "She asked me to ask you."

"Then no." 

"Ughh, Miguel!"

"Go back to Charlotte, and tell her I told you to ask her."  Miguel stated, his words clipped in a very "and that's final" dad voice.  Gwen internally groaned.  It was a long trek back to the other Spider's office.  “It's like a billion miles away, Miguel.  It's crazy that you two don't have your offices next to each other.”

His fingers paused in their work, momentarily distracted.  Miguel toyed with the idea.  How nice would it be to be able to see her beaming smiles, the small crinkle in her eyes, her laughter as she gossiped with Lyla.  He could picture it now: the quiet moments in the dead of the night as they worked in comfortable silence together, her woops and hollers whenever they made a scientific breakthrough in whatever fun project they had together, the blazing passion in her eyes whenever they argued over the most inane subjects.

Miguel chewed on his bottom lip.  It would be nice getting to see her every day by his side, knowing that she was safe next to him.  Miguel could easily spend his whole day just watching her work whether in the office or in the field.

Gwen cleared her throat politely.  Miguel blinked out of his daze, almost forgetting that the annoying teen had even showed up to his office. “She’s distracting-I mean-it’s an distraction for me when other people are here.”

Gwen raised an arced eyebrow.  "Peter and Mayday are here like…all the time."

"Against my will.  Charlotte is the only one to have the manners to respect my privacy."

Gwen scowled.  Adults sucked.

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After begging, pleading, and whining, the other Spiderwoman did eventually fold and allow Gwen a two week vacation to go visit Miles.  Two weeks had come and gone in the blink of an eye.  Though she wished she could have spent more time with her boyfriend friend, she eagerly made a beeline straight to Charlotte's office.  She couldn't wait to gossip with her about her time with Miles.

With a skip in her step, Gwen didn't notice how the door to the older Spider's office was already ajar.  Her good mood made her blind to the muted blues and black watercolors that had painted the air around the entranceway. 

Silently cracking the door open further, Gwen paused in the doorway, not expecting to see the sight in front of her.  The usual joyous yellows and bright colors seeped into the walls of the room had dissipated, now replaced with muted blotched blue.  The other Spiderwoman was crumpled into a ball on the floor.  She could hear the quiet sobs of a woman trying to hide her sorrows in her hands. 

And for some reason, Miguel was here.

It was weird to see Miguel of all people comforting her.  Indeed, the big strong man looked so awkward.  As if he had no idea where to put his hands or what words to say.  His big hulking form was hunched over her protectively, completely shielding her from the rest of the word.  His arms hovered around her form as if terrified over the thought of touching her and yet unable to help himself otherwise.

"I'm sorry Mig, I shouldn't be troubling you with this."  She sniffed, voice thick with sorrow.  "It's just the anniversary of…you know…his death-"

"I know, I know,"  Miguel said phrases in Spanish too quick for Gwen to even understand.  Charlotte let out a rather wet laugh through her sobs.  No doubt, laughing at a joke Miguel told her.

Which…honestly made Gwen's stomach twist into knots.  She shouldn't be here.  It was one thing to see Charlotte like this.  But seeing Miguel so caring and vulnerable was…

….well she shouldn't be here.

Charlotte's eyes were a blotchy red.  God, she probably looked so horrendous to him.  "M-miguel, you shouldn't be here.  You always have so much on your plate.  You shouldn't have to worry yourself dealing with my stupid bullshit."

He clicked his tongue, annoyed at her words.  "Chiquita, no te voy a dejar solo así (I'm not going to leave you alone like this)."

Blessed with a sudden burst of confidence, he smoothed his thumb over her cheek, carefully avoiding pricking her with his talons.  Miguel wiped away her tears so gently it almost seemed like he was a completely different person.  "Mi Cielito (My sky), you're safe.  I'm here.  I won't like anything bad happen to you."

The cordial professional boundaries that they put between the both of them flew out of the window.  She slid forward, burying her face into his shoulder.  She inhaled shakily, trying to stem the flow of tears.  Miguel's presence was so soothing.  His warmth seeped through his skin into hers.

Gingerly, he shuffled on the couch, wrapping his arm around her.

Gwen, now satisfied that her friend (boss?) was well supported, gingerly tip toed out of the entranceway. 

It was about time those two love bugs (Ha) got their act together.  She couldn't wait to tell Pav.

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Charlotte didn't know how long they sat on the floor of her office together.  With only the steady rise and fall of Miguel's breathing keeping time, it could have been minutes or hours.  The once blurry dark world sharpened and refocused whenever she was with Miguel.  Blotchy inky blues that had settled in the room slowly faded away.

She sniffed gingerly.  It was too embarrassing to lift her head from Miguel's shoulder to look at him in the eye.  "I'm…I'm sorry.  God this is embarrassing, you're not supposed to see me like this."

For some reason, it stung to hear those words come out of her mouth: "not supposed to see me like this".  Had she been crying like this often?  All smiles and arrogance during the day, have they simply been another mask she wore?  To hide the tears that she had at night? 

Though Miguel couldn't judge her too harshly.  How often would he look at pictures of his daughter just to torture himself with a life that would never be his?

Well, it was time that she stopped moping on the floor.  "Come on, let's get you straightened out." Before she could protest, he leaned over, hooking one of his arms under the crook of her knee.  She gasped, momentarily off balance, throwing her arms around Miguel's thick neck.  He scooped her up in his arms, picking her up bridle style.  Miguel was trying his hardest to not touch her so familiarly that it would border on unprofessionalism.

Because really he would do this for any of the Spiders.  Like..well, certainly not Miles, or Peter but..well..

…well he definitely would…

Her shaking stopped.  The arms around his neck remained in place, selfishly not wanting to let go of him any time soon.  Miguel's chest was so warm against her.  She could feel his rapid heartbeat, a comforting presence against her cheek.  In his arms, she felt safe.

He didn't need to be able to look down at her to sense the rising blush on her face.  "Thank you, Miguel."  Her words were so soft, he could barely hear her.  "I'm sorry to put you in this position.  You're a good friend."

Miguel swallowed thickly.  That's right.  That's what they were: friends.  There was a million reasons why they couldn't be anything more than that. 

Though for the life of him, he couldn't come up with any.

She was so warm against him, a comforting reminder that he was still very much human.  It was like he was in a trance, as he carried her over to the couch.  How many times did he carry his wife to bed, as she sleepily cuddled against him?  How many times did he carry his daughter like this after she had fallen asleep in the middle of playing with her dolls?

"Are you okay?" she asked, snapping him out of his daze.  He could feel the featherlight brush of her lips against his chest as she spoke.

He tried to fight the blush rising on his cheeks.  He had got to stop daydreaming about her around people.  "I should be asking you that."  His voice was surprisingly soft and gentle. 

Gently (and reluctantly), he placed her on the couch in her office.  His eyes softened as he watched tuck her legs close to her chest, curling into a tight ball.

"Thank you.  I'm..better now.  I'm sorry for troubling you.  You don't have to stay with me."

Miguel stopped himself from pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.  If there was anyone in this whole building who knew what it was like to have the painful flashbacks, the nightmares, the dark memories...  He sighed, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair. 

He knew what it was like to sleep in a bed that was too large and too empty.  In a house that once held so much life and joy.  He knew what it was like to be alone.

Gingerly, he sat on the couch next to her.  Her head was so close to his thigh.  He resisted the urge to put her head in his lap.  "Go to sleep, mi corazón.  I'll be here to watch over you."

Her eyelids were heavy.  Crying her eyes out in front of her crush was more exhausting than battling the Vulture.  "Please, Miguel, you don't have to."

"No, I don't." Miguel agreed, his voice firm and steady.  "I want to.  Now go to sleep.  I'll be here when you wake."

Too tired to protest any future, she nodded sleepily.  As she drifted off into unconsciousness, she felt a familiar large palm resting on her head, comforting her even in her dreams. 

Part 1 Here

To Be Continued!

  morilemochi

Idea dump

Miguel O Hara Spiderman 2099 × Reader

Angst

An au where in your married to Miguel O Hara in your own universe but he dies in your canon event. After a few months, few years you've manage to live your life as the spiderman, take care of your kids and still hold up a stable job.

The grief is still there, each passing day is still painful knowing how you wake up to make his favorite cup of coffee, only to realise his not there anymore. You tell yourself, 'this one is just for me later'. Or how you keep making extra portions of food to the point neighbors understand and offer you something small in return when you turn up to their door.

Small things like subconsciously driving halfway to Alchemax after work because you've gotten used to picking him up. Or how every lunch you still hope to get a notification of a small "I hope you've already eaten Carino" "Mi Amor don't work too hard and remember to eat".

All of that didn't exist anymore, all there is, is the ghost of what used to be. Until one day, *he* shows up. Talking about some spider society, how he needs your help, fate of all the universe and all that jazz.

You could have said no, and you know you can't fall in love with this version, or any other version. There would be too much at stake right?

So you distanced yourself from this Miguel. Whenever you were out on missions and had free time, you would look for that versions miguel and watch from afar. You didn't want to interfere, you told yourself it's just like looking at altered videos or pictures. If there's something different it's like a Mandela effect. You were trying your best.

You understood what would happen if you interfered too much. So sometimes when you had free time, or off on watch missions, you would sneak off to that versions miguel. 'Accidentally' bump into them....maybe start a conversation.

Start small talk over a cup of coffee like this was genuinely your first time meeting him, then talking about different things. Sometimes you'd be pretending to ask for directions pretending to be lost. Maybe you'd go to a park, start talking sometimes even asking for advice from your alternate husband what would you do with your kids? Their growing up without their dad and...you guess this is the closest thing you'll have to *Miguels* help.

Your spider boss, Miguel, knew about your trips and visits to these other Miguels. You avoided him at all cost, or tried to. You knew it was easier to get attached to a face if you saw it too often

At first warning you over and over and over that it was wrong. Almost everyday he would tell you off. Deep inside of you, you missed this, missed it when he worried but you couldn't say that to *this* miguel

'That's why I only resorted into small background interactions or watching from afar'

He'd tell you and get mad at you, that this might be too much. What if you go over the line and interfere too much? What if you get too attached and start a canon event.

'I lost him...it wouldn't be right if I got selfish... its not right if I took another version of me's opportunity to be with miguel. Even if its not an alternate me.'

He paused and looked at you. There was deafening silence as your eyes were off somewhere to the side while he just looked at you. In his universe, he may not have married you but he understood that loss...

Time pass, and you've grown more comfortable with this Miguel. Sometimes you'd spend time together working in silence, then sharing a few things about taking care of children or what it was like before each of your spouses passed.

You confided in him, if that made any sense. You can confide in him unlike everyone else, since your situations were so different yet so similar you feel like you could open up about things about your love and your grief like you never could to anyone else. Like no one else could understand.

More time passed and even if it wasn't much you started hugging him. He never hugged back and you thought he would get upset at you, but he didn't. He would put his hand over yours or on your head, give it a small pat to comfort you then continued work, keeping track of the multiverse and all of that.

Or how you started making him coffees, occasionally give him the extra food you made to often and would usually give to your neighbors. He would take them of course, you never saw him eat it but the next day he would come back and return the tupperware and utensils clean. He would always thank you and sometimes he would comment about it. Small 'It was good' or 'I liked how spicy it was, don't be scared to add more' would come out. It made you content

When you were working alone together, you would hold his free hand while working. He never said anything about it, its like he needed the small gesture of comfort too. When both of you weren't busy, the both of you would share things, moments and pictures of your kids. Occasionally you'd ask your big ol boss for some advice with your kids, 'What would you do if your son wont listen?' or 'Since you were a father, how would you explain that its fine and out of your control that their other parent isn't around anymore'.

He'd always give a response, sometimes short and to the point but there would be times where he would go off for a few minutes like he was trying to relive or live in possible moments of being a father again.

You guys were like friends, comfortable but mutually agreeing to nothing more. You felt feelings but you'd always tell yourself that it was because you were married to *your Miguel*, of course you would feel that way. You knew he treated you alot softly compared to the rest of the spider society, but that's just because of your circumstances.

Maybe he was catching feelings, you'd notice the small glances, you'd notice how he'd occasionally put an hand onto your shoulder or how he would so often ask how you and your kids were back in your dimension. Small things like that, that you'd excuse to him just being nice

Then there was more, he started giving you small animal cut shaped fruit snacks you would see him make and start eating by himself as he was looking at his daughters pictures. He started giving you a container of them every other day 'Give them to your kids, I wouldn't want to put so much effort making them look cute so that only I could eat them' he commented.

Your kids would enjoy them as a snack once youve gotten home and given it to them. Always saying how pretty they were, and how it would give them good luck while studying.

You didn't know it but Miguel would watch it on his yellow-orange holographic screens as you interacted with your kids at home. Smiling to himself content as he admires how you can balance all of these things, regardless of how stressful and tiring, but still manage to care for your kids as a single parent.

Your relationship continued on like this for months on end, getting closer step by step. Until Miguel had to break it to you, you have a new upcoming canon event, and you would die...

This changed things, it's like being told to have a terminal illness with deaths door at the end of the hallway. You didn't know what to do. But deep in you, you just felt your consciousness settle in and accept it like defeat.

The months passed by like a flash, your daughter settled into college, your son graduated from lil gradeschool and will be starting highschool soon. Miguel gave you less work and missions to spend time with your kids.

At some point you knew you had to tell your daughter about being spiderman, and you did...but you didn't tell her what was going to happen to you. Your lucky she understood and just grew worried that you were pushing yourself too much offering to help around more often even if college and work life kept her occupied.

With that secret revealed, more spider people would come to visit every now and then. Occasionally taking care of your kids, giving gifts or groceries while you were off at work still trying to push forward not wanting to think about your canon event too much. Just wanting to live in the present.

Your days became filled with wanting to make the most with your kids. Eating out with them as much as you can, giving them extravagant gifts or going to theme parks when they weren't too busy. Taking as much pictures together even when they were getting annoyed. You lived in those moments.

At some point, you somehow convinced Miguel to come over, to meet your daughter, you weren't sure if your son could handle...knowing. So while your son was still off in school and your daughter was home, you softly introduced 2099 Miguel as gently as you could. Hours of sitting together, hours of crying and hours of just talking...made your daughter happy. That made you happy and you can see it in Miguel's eyes that getting to chance to care for a daughter made him happy too.

He would visit occasionally when your son wasn't around, your daughter realizing Miguel was the one making all the fruit animals. But she also realised how you didn't buy much for yourself, how you kept your things tidier and neater than usual. How you didn't keep much personal belongings in your room. She asked but you would always give excuses 'I just want to be clean' and 'Minimalisim is trending now a days don't you know?'. She would just accept those answers knowing you won't budge, but it didn't waver off her worry

You were talking to Miguel one day after asking a few other spider people you've come close to for some favors, asking them to check up on your kids every now and then or keep them company. For Miguel, you asked him the same but you asked for one special request

"Can you call me 'Mi Carino' and hug me tightly? I....I just want to hear it one last time."

As the words left your mouth you felt his warm embrace wrap around you, his towering figure engulfing you completely. You hugged him back tightly as he started whispering sweet nothings into your ears, calling you words of endearment as he tries to comfort you by rubbing your back. You felt your warm tears flow down your cheeks.

You bury your face into his chest not wanting him to see your face, feeling you've reach a form of rock bottom. You knew he could feel your tears on his chest but you figured it be better than him seeing your face all torn.

Deep in him he wanted to hold your face to make you look up at him, hold your face closely and wipe your tears away as he looks into your eyes. Tell you he loved you but...thats not what you needed right now. It pained him, but he can't afford to destroy another universe...

The day came...but you didn't know. You treated it like every other day going off of work and leaving early. As you were going home to meet up with your daughter, you were quickly informed of an anomaly fighting with your universes villain. You message your daughter a small 'Duty calls, dont expect me, stay safe and i love you always'.

You quickly change and whip into action as you see more than enough spider people come to handle the situation with you. The action spreads and becomes chaotic as spider people web around and gets thrown around fighting 2 villains that seemed to have merged together.

As their both contained the later glitches out making an attempt to escape as it destroys a building. Civilians from under run away to try to get to safely, some spidermen recontain the anomaly while the others help you in getting the civilians out of the way of the falling building.

As all of you whip around to save as many as you could, when you look back you see a little kid frozen in all of it. It's too late, you have to save him. You run as fast as you can to save the kid. Trying to web up debri to give you more time. You grab the kid trying to run away with them in your arms, desperate sprinting as you see your daughter in the clearing. You look back as a massive unavoidable chunk of the building heads towards you.

Out of desperation you toss the kid towards your daughter and watch her catch him before everything came to black after the building came crashing down. Your daughter is confused as she looked behind her, all the spider people who just watched in pain. Some avoiding glances. Why didn't they do anything?

There wasn't much they *could* do. It wasn't your canon event, it was hers.

  naturesqueen23

Originally posted by smmy-winchster

Happy Anniversary Pt 1

Summary: Miguel ended your 4 year relationship. 8 months later you guys run into each other the day before your anniversary.

Tags: smut(not in this chapter though), angst, vulgar language
(I haven't written a fanfic in almost a decade bare with me👉🏾👈🏾)

It's been almost a year since you and Miguel broke up. 8 months and 2 days to be exact but you know who’s counting. It would've been your 5th anniversary in approximately 22 hours but you know it's not like you are counting down waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

You know you were OK with the late nights, him coming in through your window, you not knowing whether he would come back home on the brink of death, or with a few minor cuts. You learned how to deal with it all….. hell you were with him for almost 5 years. You loved him and you were more than sure that he loved you back…..so why did it have to end? Why aren't you snuggled up in the living room on your couch waiting for him to come home?

Those questions have been on repeat since you managed to get yourself out of bed since you've managed to brush your teeth since you've managed to…simply just live again. You had to force your mind to shut off and let sleep take you. You had a couple of errands to run and you knew you needed every ounce of strength to get through the day….. The day before your anniversary.

Fuck you need to get over it, it's been months you can't keep beating yourself up for his mistake. He called things off, he left you, he told you weren’t good enough, he pushed you away and he…..he…….

Fucking hell.

No matter how long it has been you still cared, you still loved him. When he left he took a piece of your heart with him and he never gave it back. With a sigh, you tightly close your eyes hoping to let sleep take you….and surprisingly with just your luck it does…..3 hours later.

15 hours left

So you’ve only got 4 hours of sleep. With tired eyes and a tired mind, you were able to drag yourself out of bed and get ready. It's hot outside so you put on your light grey Skims dress with a pair of black-heeled slides and a pair of black shades to cover the bags under your eyes.

Okay, you lied, it's not the Skims dress it's a dupe from Amazon.

10 hours left

By the time you finished practically all of your errands, you decided it was time to get something to eat. The heat was becoming unbearable causing you to fan yourself with the free hand that you had that wasn't filled with bags. The sweat was making your skin glisten giving it an almost natural glow.

You were standing in line waiting to order when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. It felt like someone was watching you….what the fuck. Subtly turning around you quickly scanned the area. There had to be at least 30 people in the room 10 of them were sitting down eating 9 of them were in front of you in line and the rest was waiting for their food or loitering the space.

You don't know why you picked this place since it was packed but you were determined to get food into your system. As you continued to scan the room you didn't see anyone staring but you still felt it……Your instincts were never wrong and living with Miguel weirdly made them stronger. Turning back around you let your mind wander trying to figure out your order.

Then you smelt it….you smelled him…the smell almost causes you to drop the bags you have in your hand halting all of your movements like time froze. You know his signature scent from a mile away….it was the customized perfume you had made each other for your 2nd anniversary you both never stopped using it until….well until you- no until He called things off…..or so you thought. You're too scared to turn around, scared to see him, scared to be in the same space with him. Gathering all the courage you have you scan the room one last time.

Then you see him…he looks just like you remembered except now his hair is all over the place, a few inches longer. His buttons still hold on for dear life against his broad chest. Thighs as thick as ever…..but something is different….as your eyes travel to his face you can see the way his cheeks sunk in, the bags under his eyes almost looking identical to yours maybe even worse.

Too afraid to make eye contact with him you quickly turn back around realizing that the line has moved. You have to place a hand over your chest that's heaving up and down in an attempt to calm yourself down but obviously, you fail miserably. Your palms begin to sweat, your mind gets fuzzy you can no longer focus on the task at hand. You begin to count down from ten.

10
Breathe in and out
9
Fuck what do I want to eat?
8
Shit is he….is he coming over?
7
Shut up your just imagining things
6
You know what maybe you're not hungry
5
“Mi amor….is that you….?”
4
Shit shit shit shit no he's not talking to you
3
Maybe it's the voices in your head talking
2
He said your name…he fucking said your…name
1
Yeah well how else is he supposed to-

“Listen, baby, I just…….want to talk” At this point, he is standing a few feet away from you towering over you as usual. You can’t speak to him…you can’t speak to…you can’t…no no no no no

“Baby…please,” he says taking a step closer to you

“ Don’t ” You place your hand up stopping him from coming any closer. He said “Please” He never says please…..he only says please if he wants something, if he's needy, if he's desperate.

“I just want to talk…..h-how are you”

Oh…now he's stuttering the……….motherfucker was stuttering. The only time you knew he stuttered was when he was finishing inside of-

Nevermind

You continue to ignore him you don't have it in you to speak to him.

“I just want to-” you cut him off

“Yes yes…you just want to talk to me I know I have ears I can hear you”

“So then why aren’t you respond-” you cut him off again.

“I don't have to speak to you” You’re grateful for your shades just hearing his voice is making you tear up.

You can feel his eyes on you, you can feel his eyes going up and down your body….he's not checking you out….right….right???

“You look……you look good” his voice is low the sound sending shivers down your body.

“ And you look like shit” you bite back

This causes him to laugh, or chuckle, you don't know…..but god how you've missed hearing it.

“You haven't even turned to look at me” Out of the corner of your eye you see him rubbing his jaw. His eyes are still trained on your body.

“I do not need to look at you to know that,” you say finally managing to turn your head to face him.

Damn, he really does look like shit. He's wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into his black pants with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his veiny forearms.

Fuck….well minus his body his face looks like shit. Well, at least he smells good.

"I meant it when I said you look good"

"And I meant it when I said you look like shit" You don't have time for this you aren't prepared mentally or physically to interact with him. Dammit, you should've slept longer.

You turn your head back to face in front of you the line is moving again. You feel him move alongside you. Why isn't he leaving? You hear him sighing next to you.

"I know you don't want to see me….I know you probably don't want to have anything to do with me after….the way things ended," he says as you see him still rubbing his jaw stealing glances at you. You forgot that's a nervous tic that he has.

"The way you ended things" your voice is filled with hatred and disgust.

There's no way the asshole is trying to fix things months later.

"Yes….the way I ended things. I want you to know that you weren't the reason why I called things off" Now he finally turns his head to look at you crossing his hands over his chest.

You say nothing as you feel the tears forming in your eyes once again threatening to fall. Don't listen to him if he wanted to fix things he should've done it sooner not fucking 8 months later. What is wrong with him? Did he think you would forgive him?

"Baby I just want to-" you cut him off knowing that if you do that one more time he's going to get upset.

"I don't want to hear it, you're acting like we broke up a few days ago it's been months Miguel fucking months. If you wanted to apologize or say whatever to explain yourself you've missed the chance." Now the tears are falling down your face one by one. This is so fucking embarrassing it's been months and you're still crying over him. Girl get it together.

You quickly wipe them away turning your head to the side hoping that he doesn't notice. But of course, he does.

"Baby no…baby… don't-" he says as he tries to reach out to you

"Stop fucking calling me that, and don't touch me," You say practically yelling, this causes the person in front of you to turn around. You mutter an apology to them as they just roll their eyes.

He sighs again moving up in line alongside you.

"Can we sit down and talk I just want you to listen, you don't even have to respond….I just need to get this off my chest. I can't go another day either with you thinking that you caused us to end." He no longer sounds desperate he sounds….sad

"Hmmm you can't go another day but you can definitely go 8 months tho-" he cuts you off

"Listen I'm just trying to explain myself to-" you cut him off right back

"I don't want you to. Anything you have to say I don't want to hear it"

"Ba-....fuck….. just listen to me please after this you won't ever have to see my face or hear from me again" And now he truly sounds broken, sad, and it fucking breaks your heart hearing him like this. Is that what you want? To never see him again, to continue to live without ever knowing why he called things off.

Obviously not….this is so fucking annoying. At this point, there's only 1 person left in front of you to order. You were hungry, hot, tired, and annoyed and Miguel wasn't making it any better. With a frustrated sigh, you blurt out your answer.

"Fine…but after I finish eating whether you still have more left to say I'm leaving," You say as you begin to tie up your curls. Why did you ever have them down in the first place? Out of the corner of your eyes, you see him staring with a small smile on his face.

  tripleyeeet

NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU (4)

SUMMARY: After deciding to follow Peter, you find yourself in the company of another spider.

PAIRING: Miguel O'Hara & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,507

WARNINGS: Angst, enemies-to-lovers adjacent, descriptions of a dissociate behaviours, MIGUEL O'FUCKING'HARA (yes he gets his own warning this mother fucker gave me so much grief while writing this!!!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HI SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HAVE A GOOD DAY :)

CHAPTER LIST / LAST CHAPTER / MASTERLIST

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You’re barely given a chance to blink before you’re thrown to the ground, feeling everything rush around you. As you land, all fours hitting the hard surface below, your gut immediately churns, threatening to spill out onto the pavement as you attempt to steady yourself. Throughout your head all you can feel is movement. Everything whizzes across the expanse of existence, continuously flowing even though your eyes are firmly shut. The twitching of your limbs and fingers makes you grip the rubble as it happens, causing you to let out a sickened groan at the heat that envelopes your skin. 

The air is warmer here. Sticking to your skin in patches that make you squirm with discomfort as you try your best to look around. Opening your eyes, you notice then how blurry your vision is. How throughout the journey it’s become a mess of colours and shapes that slowly reflect against each other. 

Everything’s distorted —lopsided almost— as you begin to notice the vast amount of buildings around and how taller they are than the ones back home. Above you, they curve in ways you didn’t think were possible, their structures curling in angles that have you squinting in confusion; shuffling to stand at the same moment something rips across your skin, pulling you in every direction at once.

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  yayoona

Doflamingo as a Girl Dad

Context: The heavenly demon with his girly devil spawn

• Despite his often intimidating exterior, Doflamingo’s love for his daughter would be unconditional. He would cherish her deeply and strive to provide her with the best life possible.
• He would be fiercely protective of his daughter, willing to go to great lengths to ensure her safety and well-being. He would be a formidable presence, ready to shield her from any harm.
• Known for his extravagant attire, Doflamingo would share his love for fashion with his daughter. He would take pride in dressing her in stylish and eye-catching outfits, instilling a sense of flair and individuality.
• Doflamingo would encourage his daughter to be confident and independent, believing in her ability to overcome challenges and make her own choices. He would foster her self-assurance and empower her to stand tall.
• Despite his busy schedule, Doflamingo would carve out special moments to bond with his daughter. Whether it’s sharing stories, playing games, or engaging in activities, he would make an effort to create meaningful memories together.
• He would offer guidance and teach his daughter important life lessons. He would share his knowledge and experiences, imparting valuable insights to help her navigate the world
• He would inspire his daughter to be ambitious and set high goals for herself. He would encourage her to follow her dreams, supporting her endeavors and fostering a drive for success.
• Doflamingo would teach his daughter resilience, emphasizing the importance of perseverance in the face of adversity. He would guide her to rise above challenges, developing inner strength and determination.
• Doflamingo would show his daughter the balance between strength and compassion. While he possesses a powerful presence, he would also teach her the value of empathy and kindness towards the ones she cares about.
• Despite his tough exterior, Doflamingo would have a soft spot for his daughter. He would cherish their father-daughter bond and indulge her with affection and care, creating a sense of security and love.

©𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

  v1nsmoke

PRINCE // VINSMOKE SANJI

Originally posted by r-a-f-t-e-l

prince!vinsmoke sanji x princess!reader

chapters are available a lot earlier on wattpad, i recommend checking that out!!

made by v1nsmokes

chapter three

Me and Donna had a nice little chat on our way back home. I explained my situation to her about likely having to marry Ichiji, and she didn't seem to like it either.

When we arrived, there were no signs of the Vinsmokes.

"Donna, do you think we got home a bit too early?" I worriedly look at the maid.

"It is already past noon, they should have arrived by now. Let's go inside, shall we?" She asks as she opens the huge door.

Just as i entered, i spot my mother walking down the staircase.

"Y/N dear, what took you so long? I was getting worried you would not be able to greet our guests when they arrive!" She storms down. "One more action like this and you will be no longer allowed to go outside with Donna!"

"Forgive me your highness. Have the guests arrived yet?" Donna bows at the sight of my mother.

"They are still on their way. Escort Y/N to her room and get her ready to greet the princes!" My mother coldly says as she walks away.

"Come on lady Y/N, I'll help you out" the maid gently grabs my hand and we make our way to my room.

I enter the huge room and plop down on my queen-sized bed, covering my face with my palms.

"Looks like there is no escape for me!" I sigh. Donna warmly smiles as she motions for me to sit on the chair in front of my table and mirror. I slowly get up and make my way there.

"I'm sorry lady Y/N" she apologises.

"There's no need for apologies, you did everything you can, it's not your fault. I'll deal with it somehow" i smile at Donna in the mirror, the maid doing my hair.

"Still, I think you should be careful, lady Y/N. The Vinsmoke family is known for their brutality, coldness and their military power, they call it Germa 66. I don't think this marriage is a wonderful idea, I fear that your soon-to-be husband might be violent towards you" she tells me, true worry in her eyes.

Brutality? Coldness? Germa? Who do my parents want me to marry? I thought that maybe it could be a happy marriage, but violence is something I was not a fan of. And I will need to live with a family like this for the rest of my life? Please, tell me that they are not special guests for this reason!

"Lady Y/N, let's pick out a dress, shall we?" Donna's gentle voice hits my ears, making me snap out of these thoughts.

"Of course, of course... I'll go with my usual dress, is that fine?"

"I don't think we would need anything lot more formal than that, I feel like it is fine" she walks up to my wardrobe and picks out a greenish dress, and hands it to me.

Right after I put the dress on, I hear a knock on the door. It wasn't a soft one. I quickly get to my door, and a maid stands there, slight sweat covering her forehead, looking like she just ran the marathon.

"They're here!" She quickly says between heavy breaths. My eyes widen, knowing very well who "they" are. I look out my window, and see the carriage at the front door.

"Thank you for informing me, go get a rest!" I say to the maid as I run past her, all the way down to the main hall.

Halfway on my way there, I am met with my sisters, looking more formal than usual, excitedly chatting. They turn around when they hear my footsteps.

"Sister! So you have been told, too! Oh, I can't wait to meet them!" Cassandra squeals as we head to the main hall with quick footsteps.

"Y/N, what are you wearing? Don't you think you should have picked something more elegant?" Daniela looks at me, examining my dress from head to toe. "What will they think of you? You're the one who will get married to Ichiji, not us! You should have been the one who dresses nicer than me and Cass! He might refuse to marry you!"

"I hope he does" I mumble as we finally reach the main hall, our mother and father already standing there.

We quickly line up next to our parents and pull ourselves together, taking a deep breath before the door opens.

An extremely tall man enters, four people by his side, all with different hair colours. I noticed that there was somebody behind them, his head lowered a bit, not allowing us to see his face. We all bow, and my mother greets the family.

"Welcome, I am glad you could make it. I bet you had an awfully long journey on the way here. Let me introduce my daughters. Cassandra" she points at Cass with her palm and my sister bows, "Daniela, and Y/N, the eldest."

"Pleasure to be here" we both lower our heads at once, and the tall man hums in response.

"We are thankful to be here. My sons and daughter. Ichiji, Niji, Yonji, Reiju, and..." he pauses, like he didn't even want to mention the last man's name. "Sanji."

My eyes widen at the name, memories flooding back from this morning. "Y/N! What's yours?" I shout with a big smile. He thinks about it for a moment, but a huge smile appears on his features.

"It's Sanji!" He introduces himself.

Is this the same man I met earlier today? He was from the Vinsmoke family all along? Donna said they are brutal, violent... cold... but he had such an endearing smile, and spoke so kindly to me...

"Our maid, Donna will give you a tour of the castle, she knows it like the back of her hand. Please get comfortable and make yourself at home. We will meet again at dinner. Donna!" My mother's words interrupt my thinking, and Donna runs down the stairs, giving me a warm smile as she does.

"Your majesty" she bows before the Vinsmokes. "Follow me, please" she walks away, the family following close behind. As they walk away, the blonde man looks up, his lips slowly parting a bit when he notices me.

"Sanji!" The pink haired woman calls out to him and motions for him to hurry up and follow them before he's left behind. He quickly turns his head and catches up to the others with quick steps.

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