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lymmsweb · 11 months

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Until I found you

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count: 1095

🕷warnings: non sexual intimacy, description of wounds, nudity, minor ATSV spoilers

🕷summary: Lyla alerts Miguel that you’re injured, Miguel takes it upon himself to help you

🕸 After he set up the Spider association you were one of the first that joined, he didn’t feel much for you at first but after going on countless missions together he trusted you more than anyone.

🕸He gave up on finding love after his daughter died, he felt as if he didn’t deserve a good relationship after all the damage he caused. You were one of the few people that helped him through his guilt and sadness after the event, often cracking jokes with Peter B. to get Miguel to crack even the littlest of smiles.

🕸 He never truly got over his daughters death but he slowly started to act softer and more affectionate with you. He would hang around the lobby more, he didn’t really know why but he always felt like he was looking for someone every time he went out. All most each time he came out of his ‘office’ you would always find a way to lock eyes with him or even strike up a conversation and each time he’d always let his rough exterior fall and shoot you a small smile.

🕸 Normally in his free time you’d always be with him eating Empanadas or Arepas in the kitchen, working in silence next to each other, checking up on you daily and slightly leaning into your touch whenever you’d accidentally bump into him. Miguel even gave you special authorisation with Lyla that no one but him had.

🕸 It was when Lyla alerted him that you were severely hurt after a mission gone horribly wrong he quickly dropped everything and rushed over and into your dimension. You were bloody and bruised, sitting on your living room floor panting and exhausted. Miguel’s heart dropped for a second,at the thought of loosing you he’s reminded of how his daughter hung onto him before she disappeared.

“Mierda! What happened?” he panicked as he bolted over to the medical kit you kept under your bed. He knew where everything was in your house, he crashed many times to your place durning restless, nightmare filled nights. He fumbled a bit as he grabbed it, hurriedly making it back to you making sure he didn’t knock anything over. Without hesitance he started to rip your suit off to get more access around the wounds.

“Buy me a drink first.” you chuckled weakly as you watched him furrow his brows as he started to disinfect the gash in your thigh.

“You only need one drink to sleep with me?” he joked as he to reach over to grab the needle and stitches, rubbing your leg gently with his other hand. He knew he had to ask what had happened but he decided against it just in case you would start stressing out more, although this didn’t stop him seething with rage every time he saw your bruised and cut face.

“Cielo this going to hurt.” he apologetically looked at you before he started to close the wound, with every painful noise you let out his heart broke just a little more, reminding him yet again how in his daughters final moments she was also making those noises. It didn’t take him long before he was finished, putting away all the medical equipment he made Lyla scan you for any internal damage. It turned out you had a concussion but apart from that you were somewhat ‘okay’.

“You should probably wash yourself.” Lyla chimed in, looking closely at your body before turning around to wink at Miguel. He scoffed in annoyance and swatted her away. She always enjoyed pushing her limits with him.

“Come let’s get you cleaned up.” blush crept up on your cheeks as he bent down and picked you up bridle style, trying his hardest to not touch any bruises as he gripped onto you harshly. He swiftly moved around furniture and rooms until he made it to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet seat before turning to get the bath ready. He stared at the water slowly filling up the tub lost in though, what if he got there sooner, what if you died, what if…? He didn’t know what he’d do if you were no longer by his side, if he didn’t get to hear you again, to feel you again-

“Romeo, you okay?” your teasing words snapped him out of his trance, his head snapped towards you, just blankly meeting your eyes.

“I should be asking you that.” he hummed as he looked you up and down, taking in the way your torn suit stuck to the curves of your body. The way your lips were slightly parted showing your front teeth, the way you looked at him intensely back. He felt like he was under your microscope as you were studying ass his features too.

“Miguel..” you placed your hand on his knee, softly rubbing it. Once he heard you softly whispering his name, touching him so gently he realised just how much he was deeply in love with you, he would’t be able to having you not there in his life.

“Don’t scare me like that again, okay?” Miguel replied as he grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers in yours as he stood up, bringing you up with him. “Also the bath is ready, do you need a drink firs-“

“Shut up.” a light smack to his chest interrupted him, earning a small laugh both of you. Miguel silently asked for permission, waiting for you to allow him to help. You offered him a nod and smile, relaxing your body as he started to strip away the layers from your body, each little touch was like electricity against your skin. It took a while before you were down to nothing. He stayed silent, not letting his eyes wander around your naked form keeping strong eye contact.

He grabbed your hand and helped you into the tub, worried you’d end up slipping and hurting yourself even more, sitting down in the water felt like a blessing against your skin, finally getting all the seat and blood off of your skin was rejuvenating. Miguel felt his heart flutter as he realised how domestic the scene in front of him was, finding comfort in the love and trust you gave him. He walked around searching for your floral scented shampoo and your citric body wash, humming a song quietly to himself. Once he retrieved everything you needed, he passed you the bottles and sat down next to you playing with your hair, watching you intently as you cleaned your blood off of you.

a/n: Cielo - Sky (affectionate nickname) Mierda - Shit . I’ll def be writing more Miguel so whatever nickname he says in spanish is normally what my parents call eachother! The title is taken from this song. Also i just redid my page, hope y’all like it!!!

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spider999sposts · 10 months

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you kept me like a secret—Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: you are done being his little secret

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸no warnings

🕸notes: posted this on ao3 and forgot to update here!

🕸part 2

It made your blood boil.

You couldn't take it anymore. It was fun at first. Hiding it from everyone. Concealing your underlying feelings to one another infront of the rest of the Spider-Society, yet if anyone looked closely, they notice your little slip ups. How you glanced at each other with fondness, how Miguel's hand somehow always ends up trailing across your waist, how your fingers brush against his everytime you are in a meeting, how on missions, you two always stick together, and how during break, you would be the only one making sure he's had his daily dose of empanadas.

But now it was ridiculous.

It's been a few months now, and he's been different. Treating you the same way he'd treat any regular member of the spider-society, even a little lesser than that. He was rough, harsh, unforgiving, you knew that about him, but despite his nature, he would always be a little gentler to you. That changed.

You just assumed it was because of the Miles Morales situation. When Miguel became fixated on something, he'd be that way, a perfectionist. It was a blessing and a curse.

But what made you realise that this is getting a little too secretive for your liking, was his birthday.

You stood with your drink in hand at the bar. You were the one who set this whole thing up for him, after all, parties were the only occasion where he would let loose (as well as in the privacy of his penthouse with you, but that was not the case now.)

You made sure you got his favourite flavour of cake, getting decorations that won't bother his sensitive red eyes, going even as far as hacking into his gizmo so no bothersome notifications would upset him that day. You were even dispatching other spider-people on anomaly and canon event missions, so he wouldn't have to worry about it all day. It was exhausting, planning a party while simultaneously keeping everything in order in the multiverse without any guide to how Miguel keeps it all together.

You thought he'd be happy you threw him a party, but ever since he'd walked in, he ignored you. He did not utter a word with you since his arrival, yet you could see him chuckling and smiling along side some other people.

"Hobie, do you have something stronger than this cranberry soda?" You turned to the bar, pushing your glass towards Hobie, who was bartending for the night. "F'course I do," He chuckled, "But you know Miguel's rules, lad doesn't want anyone getting drunk."

"Oh, Come on, I've seen you sneaking Lego Peter and Peter B. martinis and scotch, why can't you do that with me?—Wait, since when do you follow any rules anyway?" The punk chuckled, "I don't. You said it yourself, I've been sneaking drinks and everyone is a little tipsy. But they're drinking to let loose, that's not why you wanna drink though, eh?" His eyes glanced at Miguel, then at you. Hobie was the only one smart enough to notice anything, and he was also the only one who noticed the change in attitude between the two of you. You never really talked about it, but he always had this knowing look on his face.

You grumbled, and he just moved under the sink, pulling up a tall glass of..some unspecified liquid. "The fuck is that?"

"I present you to you, 'The Unnamed'. I don't believe in labels."

"Ah, but isn't calling it 'The Unnamed' a label in itself?"

Hobie's colours changed a couple of times, from red to blue to pink and then back to grey. You've irritated him. He rolled his eyes and then put some of this unspecified liquid into your glass, filling it halfway. "You've bested me, now drink up."

"Is this like regular alcohol or—" You asked, bringing the drink to your lips. It was queit sweet, and it had none of the sting that seeps into the throat when you drink alcohol.

Hobie interrupted, putting the bottle away."It is not alcohol, it is a special concoction of mine. It may or may not make you want to speak your mind." His eyes left your confused face and looked up, to the taller frame making his way towards the both of you. "Birthday lad, want me to get you anything?" He jumped off the counter, standing beside Miguel.

"Hm. A refill on the scotch would be nice."

"Too bad, help yourself, I don't take orders from anyone." He strutted away, and gave you a wink, as well as a small smile.

Miguel huffed, "Ese pedacito de mierda." He mumbled, grabbing a glass and a bottle from behind the counter. He still did not acknowledge your presence, so you decided to be the bigger person and just talk to him.

"He's funny though, his little antics are amusing." Miguel raised his brows at you, moving to sit beside you. That was good, you were hoping for any reaction.

"He's bothersome." He replied shortly, sipping his drink. When he spoke, he didn't look in your eyes, which is odd, Miguel loved gazing into your eyes. He always said it was the only way he could tell how you're feeling. "And yet you keep him around."

"I never said he lacked skill."

"I suppose you did..not." You took another sip of that weird drink he gave you. An odd sensation was tingling at the back of your head. Miguel took a glance at you, and his nose scrunched up in confusion. "What on god's green earth are you drinking?"

You held up the glass to him, chuckling. The liquid was a bit odd looking. Consistency like melted ice cream and the colour of silver. "The Unnamed."

"Pardon?"

"Its called 'The Unnamed', Miguel. It's Hobie's great invention. It's pretty good, once you ignore how it looks."

"Doesn't look very inviting." He added, and then suddenly it went queit between both of you, the only thing peircing through the thick silence was the loud music playing and the sounds of people laughing and chuckling.

You weren't sure if it was the drink, or the ever-growing, tamed anger in your chest, but you felt the urge to speak.

"I planned this party for you, you know."

His red pupils met yours.

"I made sure you had a nice day. No stress. Made sure LYLA didn't inform you of anything that could make you lose it—"

"What? The multiverse—"

"—and I dispatched teams to make sure everything goes smoothly. All while getting decorations and setting up the place."

He went dead queit. You did not like that.

"...and yet, you have not spoken a word to me all day." A laugh sounded out of you, but it seemed more like a huff. "Not even a thank you. No anything. It's like you don't even know me."

"I—"

You didn't let him continue.

"You did not even come and talk to me until now, and it was because you wanted a drink."

He slammed his glass on the counter, the glass cracked a bit. You slammed yours too, he was not the only one irritated here.

"What do you want me to say?" He rasped, his voice a little lower than a whisper. So far, no one has noticed your heated argument, but if this escalates further, you will have an audiance. "There are suspicions that we are a thing. I can't..We can't risk it." His tone was a little more gentle, but there was still this look in his eyes that you couldn't decipher. To most, Miguel was a book shut close, one that no body could peak into. With you, he was different.

Was different. You couldn't for the life of you figure out what he was thinking as of this moment.

"Miguel, you don't even ask me to spend time with you when everyone is gone or asleep." You replied, "And what if the spider-society found out? Is that so awful? You hand picked these people because you trust them. What's wrong with them knowing?—"

"You and I are not from the same universe. That could very well disrupt the canon—"

Unknown to both of you, you two have been leaning towards each other, your lips almost touched, but it was hard to focus on anything else when you were boiling.

"Do you think I'm naiive? If our love was a threat to the canon, you would've eliminated the possibilty of us happening anyway. You wouldn't have kissed me that day. You—"

"Oi, birthday boy, this one was specially hand–picked for you!"

Your necks snapped towards the direction of Hobie, who was standing behind the DJ booth with Gwen. A familiar song started playing, Miguel's favourite.

How ironic. Of course you only realise now why a song like Secreto de Amor is his favourite.

You both turned away from each other, but Miguel's features softened.

"You're the one who told them I like this one, I'm presuming." He hummed, sighing heavily. You only gave him a small 'mhm'. "Thank you."

You glanced at him, his fingers were circling the edges of his empty glass of scotch. "It..I'm enjoying my time." He added, giving you a faint smile.

Yet he did not acknowledge what you told him. But you found yourself sighing, that burning feeling subsided for a moment. You let yourself smile at him, extending one of your hands towards him.

Miguel just stared at it, a bit confused.

"Since its your favourite, we should dance. You haven't danced since you got here."

Puzzled, he kept staring at your hand. It took him a moment, then he shook his head.

"No."

Your brows furrowed.

"What?"

"I am not dancing with you."

You stared blankly at him.

"Why?"

"I can't."

"You can't dance?"

"I won't dance. Not with you. You know we can't."

That was it for you. You put your hand down, and picked up your belongings. You couldn't even look at his face. This was absurd. You weren't asking him for the world. You were only asking him to dance.

You moved quickly, you heard Hobie calling out for you, but you had already gone through the door and was heading to the elevator.

You heard heavy footsteps running after you, and a familiar red webbing wrapped around your wrist as you kept slamming the elevator button.

You looked up, and he was there, looking at you like he can't figure out what he has done wrong.

"You're being childish." He spoke, his voice echoing through the space. You couldn't believe him. "What?"

That's all it took him to say for you to burst.

"I am done being with you, Miguel." You said, not noticing the tears that welled up in your eyes until they were staining your cheeks. "I'm done being your little secret. I'm done being your midnight lover, and I'm done being with a man who is so horrified at the thought of us being together."

"You don't know what you're talking about." He pulled the web that was wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him, but you ripped it before you could collide with his chest.

The elevator dinged, and you got inside. Miguel rushed to follow you, but you were already closing the door.

"Wait—"

"I'm not coming back to your little club-house." You pulled a box from your bag, and threw it at him before the elevator's door could close.

"Happy fucking birthday, Miguel." was the last thing he heard before the elevator began descending.

Miguel looked at the box on the ground, and picked it up. When he opened it, he saw a silver ring, with engravings inside of it. There was a note as well.

'Consider this a promise, and an oath.

I will always love you, no matter what you do.'

The engraving inside of the ring were the date you first met, with the words 'I'd look for you in every multiverse.'

Seems like that was untrue now.

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makooo0stuff · 10 months

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hi there! i saw that requests were open so i thought i’d make one!

do you think you can write some peter b parker x fem reader? i just had a really cute idea where she finds out he’d been taking mayday to work and scolds him for it

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Of course Anon! I love absolutely love Peter to bits!!

Pairing: Peter B Parker x Wife! Reader

Fandom: Across the Spiderverse

CW: Pet names ( Honey x2) Slight intimidation

A/N: You're a little shorter than Pete (probably around the same height as MJ or a little shorter.)

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A little spider.. 🕷🕸

Ever since Peter had come back into your life things had been nothing but perfect; The two of you had remarried and had your daughter Mayday, She was almost the spitting image of her father. And very similar in behavior as well.

You had spent your day attending to your day to day buisness, after you checked up on several emails and finished some documents you went to check on Mayday. It had been strange she hadn't woke up crying or babbling.

You headed towards her nursery to check to see if you baby girl was still asleep. "Mayday...." You hummed out in a soft loving voice. You flicked on the lamp; it illuminated a soft orange yellow on the grey painted walls as you walked over to the crib. You leaned over and smiled,

But the crib was empty, her blankets were out of place as if she had gotten up and left herself, You panicked and looked at the window seeing it was still closed and locked, you quickly went to find your phone and call Peter. You unlocked your phone and called him quickly; pressing the phone screen to your ear as you heard it ring. "C'mon Pete you really need to pick up right now..!" You whisper yelled under your breath, It continued to ring until it went to voicemail. You continued to call but received no response from your husband. You tossed your phone on the bed and pinched your temples.

You were worried sick about Mayday; No idea where she was and if she was with Peter safe. You heard a whirring come from your living room and things started to move. You hurried out to the living room to see your husband with your daughter in her baby carrier on his chest step through the brightly colored portal.

"Pete.., Where have you been." You muttered out partially glaring at him as you picked up Mayday; seeing her make little grabbing motions towards you. You held Mayday in your arms brushing her curls out of her face as she cooed and giggled at you. "Hey honey.., I uh.. I took Mayday with me to work! I figured it'd be less work for you to take care of her!" Peter spoke nervously, you could see him smile nervously.

"Peter, listen to me very carefully honey." You paused speaking sweetly to him; before looking up at him. "Do not ever take Mayday with you to work ever again. Got it?" You said giving him a smile. Peter nodded slowly; although you didn't have any powers you scared the absolute life out of him, but regardless he loved you dearly and you loved him.

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Hey this is my first req on here and my first time writing a fic on here! hope you enjoyed this! :)

©️ makooo0stuff, do not copy my work or alter in anyway without my permission .

#peter b parker x reader #peter b parker #astv #spiderman astv #peter b parker x you #makooo0stuff #makooo0stuff writes

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spiderlyla · 9 months

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Vanilla — Miguel O'Hara

🕸part 2 of the series Tensions

🕸 summery: It's getting really hard to ignore this tension now.

🕸 part 3 🙈

🕸a.n: sorry this is taking so long, but I guarantee you next part is the last one lol! I'm having so much fun with this. hope you enjoy. not proofread!

🕸 taglist (also tagging everyone who asked for part 2 on the first part): @general-dweebous , @mamu-writes , @makislittleslut , @liz96893 , @scaleniusrm .

Miguel was one of the first people to get to the lake house Jess and her husband were throwing the party at. He congratulated them for having their baby, told Jess she could have a maternity leave if she'd like, and he briefly held the baby in his arms before standing aside under the shade of a big oak tree by the lake.

The water glimmered underneath the summer sun, Jess's universe had really good weather, but Miguel didn't really enjoy the outdoors that much, not anymore anyway. He sipped his sangria, the taste of the cold red wine mixed with various fruits cooled his body down a little, as he scanned the area.

Peter B. who brought MJ, was currently introducing Mayday to the baby. Hobie, Pavitr and Gwen were —like many others— on a boat in the lake, blasting that god awful noise they call music. Other varients were on other boats, or simply talking while munching on snacks from the table set up inside the lake house. He saw nearly everyone, but he hadn't seen you. Running late as usual, he thought to himself, putting the glass he held to his lips.

His eyes lazily turned to look back at the entrance, and he felt the liquid get stuck in his throat.

You had just arrived, wearing a short summer dress, holding a beige hat in one hand, a big gift back in the other. His eyes trailed on you as you walked over to Jess, excitedly congratulating her and shaking her husband's hand. You gave them their gift, and while Jess' husband put it next to the other various gifts they'd received, Jessica was trying to let you hold the baby. He stood transfixed, watching you nervously refuse at first, then slowly be coaxed into it.

The sight of you in that dress, with that tiny bundle in your arms made his eyes widen underneath his sunglasses. It was mesmerising, you looked natural, cradling the baby, handling him with extreme delicacy. Your eyes were soft, your gaze on him was that of admiration. Miguel's hand tightened around the glass, almost breaking it. His entire face felt warm, and a very instinctive feeling filled his chest.

"She'd be a good mother, huh?" LYLA's voice pulled him from his trance. She was sitting on his shoulder, sipping on some virtual juice. Miguel rolled his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I guess." He glanced back at you, you'd given Jess her baby back, and were now throwing Mayday up in the air, the little girl's laughter and yours filling the air. Miguel looked away, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I don't get you, y'know?" LYLA sighed, "You obviously lo—"

"I'm not doing this with you now, LYLA."

"Hey, you programmed me to call you out sometimes, don't hate the messenger!"

"That is not the phras—"

"What's wrong with your face?"

LYLA zipped out of sight as fast as light, and Miguel turned around from looking at the tree, to see that you were standing beside him. A smell filled his nostrils, one that was different than your usual perfume. "Other than...the usual scowling and brooding thing you got going on?" You tilted your head at him ever so slightly, your dress billowing from the air.

"What is that suppose to mean?" That smell was making him light headed. It was sweet, like something you'd smell at a bakery, but he was unsure what it was. His eyes dropped to your exposed neck and collar bones, he'd never seen you in something like this before. "You're red, like you got a heatstroke or something." Cinnamon? Was it that? No, it didn't have that peppery smell.

Miguel grit on his teeth, he shouldn't be feeling like this. Disoriented and flushed, just because he saw you hold a child and wear a pretty dress.

"Nothing is wrong with me."

"I think alot is wrong with you, actually, but on that list, your face is the least of our concerns—"

"Are you calling me handsome?"

Now you were the one who's flushed, looking away with that stupidly adorable embaressed look on your face. "You just hear whatever pleases you, huh?" You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. "You're the one who walked over just to insult me. Forgive me for trying to look at it in a more positive light."

"I wasn't insulting you—" Your scoffs and little disgruntled noises made Miguel bite a little harder on his cheek, he liked irritating you, and he forgets exactly when he started doing it just to admire how pretty your lips looked while you were pouting up at him, or how your brows furrowed tightly together, forming those little wrinkles on your forehead. "Oh, you weren't?"

"Just a little. But I was concerned, mostly."

"Concerned?"

"Yeah, who would ensure that the..." Your voice suddenly got a little deeper, mocking him. "...'fate of the multiverse' is safe if you get a heatstroke and drop dead?"

"It takes more than just a heatstroke to kill me, you know that."

You giggled, and for the second time today, Miguel's stomach fluttered. You've rarely laughed at anything he said, and they were mostly sarcastic chuckles. Miguel let his facade slip for just a moment, his eyes softening at the sound erupting out of you.

"Wish it was that easy, really." You smiled up at him, "You don't mean that." He smiled back.

"I guess I don't."

The silence between the two of you extended for a bit, your bodies were rather close to each other, if you moved a little closer you'd bump into his chest. Miguel felt dizzy from that unknown smell he'd gotten a whiff off, and he still couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was, which was odd considering he had an acute sense of smell from his powers.

Miguel opened his mouth to speak, to ask you if you were done staring just to tease you, but it didn't help that he was staring too.

"Howdy, boss."

Miguel liked Patrick. Alot, really. He was one of the most competent people he'd ever recruited. One of their best, even.

But right now, he wasn't feeling really fond of him.

"How-dy." Miguel replied dryly, eye twitching. Patrick turned to you, a smile on his face. "Hey."

"Hey, I was wondering when you'd show up." You smacked his chest, a grin on your face. An undescribable anger clawed at Miguel's chest.

"Yeah, some stuff happened with Widow back home. Had to make sure she was fine." You frowned, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in support. "Hope she's okay, give her an apple for me when you go back, okay?"

Miguel gripped his drink and took a queit sip, mumbling a 'Hope she feels better soon.' to Patrick. The cowboy varient nodded, now returning his gaze towards you. He tipped his hat, towards the lake, then he extended his arm. "You wanna go for a boat ride? I rowed a few boats back in my universe, so I won't drown us." You linked your arm with his, "Let's go then."

"Ay, por favor, just do me a favour and flip that boat over, Patrick."

"I wouldn't dare, sorry, boss."

"Oh, you love me so much, don't you, Miguel?"

That wasn't entirely wrong.

You laughed, rolling your eyes while walking past him. He got a whiff of that sweet scent again, and his free hand balled up into a fist and he looked away, clenching his jaw. It was so good, he couldn't get enough of it. Ever since you arrived you've been driving him mad, and not in the way he expected you would.

"¿Qué me pasa?" He mumbled, rubbing his chest, watching as Patrick helped you onto the boat. That smile on your face and the sound of your childish laughter, that sweet perfume of yours and that short dress that made him feel ashamed of the sinful thoughts he was having, his thoughts were consumed by you.

[What is wrong with me?]

Jesus Christ, what kind of sadistic prank were you pulling on him to make him feel this way?

After standing under the shade for a few minutes, observing you and Patrick and grabbing five more sangria's just to put out that burning feeling in his core, he moved towards the lake to watch the boats. Patrick and you were making your way back after winning the boat race against Gwen and Hobie, wide grins on both your faces.

"Miguel, did you see that?" Patrick chuckled at your excitement, Miguel just hummed in reply, nodding. "I can't believe we won! That was so much fun."

"You were against Gwen and Hobie. I don't think there was much of a competition."

"Jeez, lighten up and indulge me for once. Patrick and I make a pretty good team, right?"

That goddamn phrase again. Patrick and I this, Patrick and I that.

"Right." Miguel spoke through grit teeth. Patrick made his way off the boat, going to tie the rope to the nearby platform. You stood up and looked at Miguel, extending your hand. "Be a gentleman for once and help me, will you?" He grumbled underneath his breath, but nevertheless he extended his hand to help you out.

Then he felt again. That same electrifying spark the two of you felt in the office.

He pulled away but it was too late, the two of you toppled over one another, falling into the cold water of the lake. Miguel's hand swished in the water, his arm finding your waist and wrapping around it. He swam up to the surface while holding you, taking in loud breath once the air filled his nostrils. You were coughing pretty badly, your hair falling onto your face. "Hey, are you okay?" His free hand pushed the wet strands out of your vision, tucking them behind your ear.

Your eyes fluttered, your noses touched. Miguel's grip was strong and firm around your waist, and his lips looked soft. So soft. If you could just..

Your lips brushed against his, and he let out a hesitant breath, tilting his head and brushing his lips against yours.

A few people came running over, concern obvious on their faces. The two of you pulled away from each other. "I'm—I'm fine—"

"I'm so sorry, the rope wrapped around your ankle while I was tying it." Patrick moved closer and Miguel's hand squeezed your side, before he moved you towards him, begrudgingly letting him help you out of the water. Jessica had hurried to grab towels and was now wrapping one around your shoulders. Most of them were frantically asking you if you were okay, but you were just staring at Miguel, lips parted slightly, cheeks red.

He held your gaze, then moved towards the platform, grabbing onto the wood and pulling himself out the water. His -now semi transparent- white t-shirt stuck to his body, his muscles on full display. His hair flopped forward, his dampened curls falling onto his forehead before he pushed them back with one hand.

Your gaze on him remained, admiring as he angrily took his shirt off, the water droplets and sunlight shimmering across his tanned skin. He wrapped the towel he'd been handed around himself, his eyes never leaving yours for a moment.

The two of you made your way back to the lake house to grab a change of clothes, an awkward silence befalling you.

The feeling of his arm around your waist lingered, the sight of his wet, bare chest was engraved in your mind, and that...whatever that was. You couldn't look him in the face. "Uh, thank you, for—"

"Vanilla."

You glanced up at Miguel. He was not looking at you.

"What?" Your soft tone made his grip tighten around the towel.

"Your new perfume." He continued, "It smells like vanilla."

"Oh, yeah actually—"

"Don't wear it again." He looked back at you now, and you realised why he wasn't doing it earlier.

Cheeks flushed, mouth curled upwards into the tiniest smile, and crimson eyes swirling with something you recognised all too well.

"Please."

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spiderymiasma · 10 months

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🕸 The Chase 🕸 || Miguel x f!Spider

Summary: She was the perfect prey. And he was a natural predator. And Miguel's getting sick of her games...

Words: 2.9k

A/N: Please let me know if I use Spanish incorrect. I"m not a native speaker and appreciate any feedback!

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Like most other days, today quickly started turning to shit for Miguel O'Hara. Lego Spiderman, one of his best, was recently admitted to the MedBay for Lego related injuries (not funny Lyla). Morales and his gang of hooligans had botched yet another simple mission. Peter B. was giving him lip and wouldn't stop droning on about Mayday. And Hobie…?

Ugh, Miguel didn't even want to think about Hobie.

And worst yet, his own body was driving him crazy. His fangs ached so terribly. The gums around them reddened and tender. His head was fuzzy, and every fiber in his muscles ached, begging to be let free.

"I see you're still working well into the early hours of the morning." A soft feminine voice remarked from the shadows. A lithe Spiderwoman walked up in front of the numerous monitors and screens in front of him.

Miguel grunted. Without any windows in headquarters, he hadn't even noticed the hours passing by. "Hard not to when you have Miles Morales fucking everything up around here."

The Spiderwoman rolled her eyes in fond exasperation. It was obvious even to those who weren't close with Miguel, that he was starting to lose control of himself. He'd be driving everyone crazy for nearly a week. Snapping at the smallest insult, berating the poor new recruit, and worst of all (in Peter B's opinion) refusing to look at the newest reels of Mayday's baby pictures.

In her opinion, Miguel needed to get control of his attitude. And she knew just the fix.

"Miguel, you are too hard on that poor Morales kid. He tries his best and means well."

"Yeah? Well he screws up every single operation I send him out on." Miguel soldiered on, continue to bury himself in his charts, figures, and a figurative stack of reports.

The Spiderwoman hummed. As one of the first ones to be recruited by Miguel into their "Spider society", she's seen Miguel transform from headstrong "One and only" Spiderman to the supreme leader of an elite and deadly Spider Society. Though it was always hard to tell what that man was thinking, she hoped that he would consider her a friend.

She always hoped that he was never too peeved whenever she called him out on his bullshit.

"You seem more stressed than usual." Before Miguel could interrupt her to claim otherwise, she finished. "How can I help?"

Miguel momentarily paused in his work. Their eyes connecting for the briefest moments through the transparent screens that separated them. He faint stress lines on his forehead made the poor man appear older than he deserved. Several strands stuck out from his perfectly gelled hair, no doubt from the numerous times he ran his fingers through his hair. It seemed, at least from her view, that he had so much he wanted to say. Or maybe, it was her heart that yearned for Miguel to finally say what he had been holding back for so long. His shoulders softened at her smile.

"Nah, you've done enough work this week." He averted his eyes away from hers. "Go get some rest before you get too cranky for tomorrow's meeting."

The corners of her lips dipped down in frustration. She didn't need Spidey-senses to be able to tell how the waves of stress rolled off of his tight shoulders in waves.

"How about you and I do a training session together tomorrow?" She asked suddenly. "It's been a while since you got out of your tall pedestal."

His fingers paused in their typing as if he was actually considering it for a moment. The itch under his skin begging to be addressed.

They quickly resumed their work. Miguel let out a frustrated sigh. "I just told you that I'm up to my ears in work. And besides, if it weren't for that Morales kid-"

"I know, I know." She placated. "I know you find it hard to believe, but I do listen to what you tell me."

Miguel scoffed, clearly not believing her.

"Well, I think you could use some training tomorrow. When's the last time you got some fresh air? Really let those…instincts run while."

They looked at each other in the eyes again, this time without the blue-green screens separating them.

Besides Lyla, she was one of the few Spiderpeople to understand how badly the spider DNA affected Miguel. She herself was bitten by a particularly nasty spider and often appeared more animal than human. Miguel tried to pretend otherwise, using temporarily serums and DNA injections to stave off the worst of the symptoms but….

…it was hard hiding that part of himself from someone like her.

Their "training" wasn't…traditional. It was very private, very secret affair that they told no one with the sole exception of Lyla who was bond by code to secrecy. Miguel really doubted what they did together to be counted as training at all. But Miguel and her…were…uniquely biologically disposed in similar enough ways that they could find solace in each other and bond over their more animalistic sides.

Still, didn't make it any less awkward to explain to outsiders.

He was the one to break eye contact first. Looking away, he again pretended to busy himself with silly work.

"Can't." He grunted. "Like I said, I’m busy."

He couldn't help but notice how her eyes gleamed mischievously. "Some other time then," With a small wave of her hand, she disappeared into the darkness, and Miguel naively thought that they could put the conversation to rest.

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Like most nights, Miguel somehow managed to squeeze in a couple hours of rather fitful sleep. Sleep was just as difficult as any battle for him. Between He padded to his workstation ready to start a whole new laundry list of tasks.

"Lyla, what's the docket looking like this morning." He asked sleepily, rubbing his face with his large palm, careful to not let his claws pierce his eyes.

Only silence responded.

"Lyla? C'mon I don't have time for your games."

His voice echoed ominously across the empty room.

Slowly dragging his palm down his face, he finally looked up his screens.

Their automatic sensors were off. The backlights dim, and all of his work had been completely reshuffled.

Someone had been here. Funny enough, he had a pretty good guess as to who. Amidst all the tedious paperwork, there was an old-fashioned sticky note attached to his desk.

"Heya Mig, hope you slept well. If you would like Lyla to be up and running again, come and find me for some sparring practice!

-EARTH 45690"

Miguel swore underneath his breath in colorful Spanish. She knew he hated that nickname. His fangs were so sore in his gums. His thoughts felt clouded by a thick fog and moved sluggishly. He could feel the rush of biological chemicals running through his veins. He did not have time for this bullshit.

Punching the written number into his watch, he walked through the open portal into whatever dimension she summoned him to. The sooner he get this over with, the sooner he could go back to work.

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Instantly, he was met with a blast of humid heat that did not feel good against his feverish skin. Blinking at the stark sunlight, he took stock of his surroundings. Gigantic prehistoric palm levels, staggering cliffs, and dragonflies the size of German Shepherds.

Great. Prehistoric New York. Spider Rex's Earth. Why on earth would she bring him here?

"Hello Miguel!"

Miguel's neck craned upwards. The offending spider woman was resting in a cozy little hammock made out of spider webbing as if she had all the time in the word.

She was getting on his nerves.

"I don't have time to play games with you." He shouted from the ground, hoping she could hear him. "Get rid of whatever virus you gave Lyla this time, so we can get back to schedule."

She frowned, staring at him from above. "Hm…wellllll I do have this handy dandy UBS, but I'm afraid you'll have to catch me first to use it."

She hadn't even finished her grand speech before Miguel was already climbing up the rock giving chase. His talons sunk into the sides of the cliff, tearing apart the earth beneath him every time he climbed forward.

Reaching desperately, he clawed at the UBS drive in her fingers. Her wrist snapped back. The thumb drive mere inches away from his reach. He growled dangerously. His patience waning.

Her face split into a grin underneath her mask.

"You thought it was going to be that easy?" She teased. She got up from her homemade hammock. She made a big show of stretching her loose limbs. She was calm as if she were a woman warming up before a Pilates class instead of a Spiderwoman about to be hunted down by her very, very pissed boss.

"Give. Me. The. Stick." Miguel's growled, his tone dangerous.

"Only if you catch me." She sang.

Before Miguel could react, she was gone, using the overgrown palm trees above them to sling away.

He chased after her.

They did this quite often. They would meet each other in a throwaway universe, they would spar, Miguel would hunt her down, and they would go back to their lives as normal. If someone like Peter B were to find out about this "training" of theirs, they would call it flirting. But her and Miguel knew better. People whose DNAs were laced with spider DNA….there was a part of themselves they tried to suppress, try to hide for the betterment of spider society.

This was one rare moments where they could let out this side of them.

She zipped and zagged through the thick foliage, like an acrobat weaving through fabric. She danced with the practiced experience of a superhero well-versed in her art. Miguel was just as deadly, breaking through the heavy trees, leaving a trail of broken twigs and disturbed underbrush in his way. In his crazed frenzy, he wrecked havoc on the peaceful forest.

The only warning she got was the glint of slitted amber eyes in darkness, before a weight slammed into her in a frenzied blur. She blocked his arm with one hand. The other held the prized UBS stick out of Miguel's reach tauntingly.

They sparred for a while, well-practiced in each other's movements and attacks. Sometimes she would land a well-placed clever blow on him, and other times his claws would come dangerously close to the UBS. Finally, he managed to pin her lithe form into the forest ground. Miguel's lips turned up into a snarl that showed off his pointed incisors.

She couldn't help but whimper.

His bulking, threatening form was pressed on top of hers. With his body so close against her, he could smell her sweet and alluring scent, making something inside him purr with need. Honeysuckle, soft cotton, and the lavender shampoo she always used.

He did his best to ignore it. This was sparring. Nothing more. It would never be anything more. Don't be creepy to your female subordinate.

"You make this too easy." He growled. "Don't lose your edge so fast."

She panted, trying to even her respiratory rate. His clawed hands were so warm, pressing her arms down onto the ground. He radiated body heat. His pinpoint pupils stared her down, pinning her in place. The moment their gazes met, she couldn't look away, captured by those glowing eyes.

No, no, stop. Don't go there. He was her coworker. Her boss. Her boss with enough emotional baggage to rival any other Spiderperson. This…training they had between them was for professional use only. A way to get the edge off. Like yoga, or boxing. No romance involved.

Her spider instincts said otherwise. It took everything in her to ignore her body that was screaming to get as close to Miguel as possible.

Her voice was raspy with need. "Don't worry, Miguel, I have still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

And with a flick of her wrist, her web trap sprang to life. Without any Spidey senses, intricate sticky web ensnared Miguel in place. She deftly rolled out of his grasp, free again to gloat at another tiny victory. She hovered closely, the eyes on her mask innocent and curious as she observed him.

He growled. His muscles straining against the restraints. "Oh you'll pay for that one, chica."

She tried to hide her giggles behind her hands.

With a quick flex of biceps, the spiderwebs ripped apart. His bulging muscles and claws easily shredding through her webbing like paper. Though he was only caught for a few seconds, it was enough of an opening for her to slip away. Miguel sprung to life lunging after her with clawed hands.

She dodged easily, already slinging away.

He huffed. Infuriating woman. He chased after her retreating form. His blood was pumping hot in his veins. "You know, this is only eating away at the time I have available for all my stupid paperwork." His voice lacked any real heat behind his words. He tried to swipe at her with his talons, only to find her just out of arms reach.

She languidly dogged his arm as she swung on her webbing. "Hmmm. Your work? I did it for you already last night."

Miguel's heart skipped a beat. He almost lost his footing. "Y-you…you did?"

She twisted her body back to face him as she swung backwards with ease. "I did most of the stuff I could do without your explicit approval, with Lyla's help of course." Miguel managed to grab onto her ankle. She broke through his grasp with well-practiced dexterity. "Everything else on your desk is just waiting for your signature."

She didn't have to do his busywork. In fact, Miguel highly discouraged it. She was far more useful in the field. Her competency shouldn't be wasted on tasks that were benefit her. Still, it didn't stop the warmth blooming in his chest.

They flew through the air, going through the motions of this well-practiced dance they had between them. Perhaps it was accidental or more likely it was on purpose, but eventually her pace faltered as she momentarily lost her balance running from Miguel.

It was enough for Miguel.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he finally caught her. He slammed her roughly against the nearest rockwall, perhaps too roughly for anyone else that wasn't a Spider. The forceful impact cracking the wall behind her. It shuddered as rubble fell on top of the both of them. Using his back, Miguel shielded from from most of the debris.

He removed his mask from his face, starved for as much oxygen as he could get.

"Parece que finalmente gané (Look's like I finally won)." His voice was rough with exertion.

Pulling off her own mask She gasped for air. Her hair, sticky with sweat, clung to her face and eyelashes. Her eyes were blown wide from a mixture of adrenaline and exertion. She jutted out her chin arrogantly, or maybe invitingly. "Are you here to collect your prize?"

With a grin on Miguel's handsome face and darkened eyes, he pinned her arms above her, trapping her against the wall. There was no doubt in his mind, that if she truly did not want this, she could easily break free from his grasp. There was a flash of sharp fangs as Miguel loomed over her possessively. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, minds pulsating with animalistic need, he leaned down to kiss her. The prized UBS drive now entirely forgotten.

His lips were so soft and contrasted so nicely against the hard contours of the rest of his body. She eagerly melted into the kiss, wrapping her legs around Miguel's waist to get closer to him. He smelled of sweat, musk, and sandalwood. She struggled not to get drunk off of his scent. Clawed fingers carefully reached up to cup her face, caressing it so gently.

His sharp canines accidentally nicked her bottom lip. Before he could pull away and apologize, she whimpered with need, her tongue darted out, licking at the broken skin. She looked wild, entirely animalistic, giving into her most base urges. Miguel was sure he looked the exact same.

Miguel's fangs latched onto the soft skin of her neck, piercing. She keened, basking in the pleasure. Miguel had enough restraint to at least hold back from injecting her with paralytic venom but as her hands roamed over his pectorals greedily, it was getting harder and harder to stop himself from claiming her.

"Miguel, please." She begged against his skin. Her throat already bruising with love marks, there was two obvious puncture wounds left by Miguel.

The rational, stressed side of him froze at the sight of her. She looked like she'd been attacked by…some monster. What on earth was he thinking? This was his subordinate, someone he respected. Someone who sat right next to him during boring conference meetings. This was wildly inappropriate. Trapping her and just having his way with her.

He pulled back almost scalded. He can't believe he let it get this far.

Seeing his reluctance, she fisted his spidersuit pulling him closer to her. An animalistic growl came from her throat. Her red eyes were dilated with need. "Don't you dare fucking stop, Miguel O'Hara."

"Mierda." What little restrain he had snapped, as he lunged forward to consume her.

Later…much later…he'd ask her again if she would like to spar with him again sometime soon.

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satelitis · 4 months

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sibbydoo · 4 months

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[🕸] Project:SWING!

SWINGtember 29 - Leap of Faith

Here’s a long one in honor of this being my last entry, and for Cario’s birthday today!

Every single Spider-Man had their leap of faith as they donned their suits. But Cario had only been a child…

“Every one of you Spiders talk about a moment that changed everything for your journeys as Spider-Men.”

Cario tilts his head. He’s close to calling Sophia corny, but she looks serious and thoughtful about this. “What kind of moment?”

“No clue,” she shrugs. “Just a moment. An all-defining one. I think Peter B. called it a leap of faith. Or some shit.” She leans back, looking up at the sky. “Something that changed the trajectory of your life forever. That boy, the sweet one, Miles? He said it was when he recognized his fear and did what was right anyway.”

Cario leans back as well, noticing Sophia glancing at him.

Sophia hums in thought. “I guess I was wondering if you had a moment like that. Your leap of faith.”

The cyborg blinks as he glances at Sophia, then back at the sky, more thoughtfully now. “I don’t remember having one as a Spider-Man.”

Cario half expects Sophia to interject with a joke. But she only raises an eyebrow expectantly.

He recognized his fear and did what was right anyway.

“If I’m really being honest, I think what changed my life forever was when I escaped.”

Sophia’s eyes widen slightly. “You mean…from NiteMax?”

Cario shrugs. “Me and a few other younger kids found a way to get past the drugged haze they kept putting us under. We planned our escape, how to get the others out. The day came, two years later, and…and I was the only one left in my group still running. I…I remember getting shot in the ribs”—he inhales sharply, as if remembering the bite of the bullet—“but I guess I have the experiments to thank for adrenaline. I kept running, and I kept going until I could find one of the override exit points to open all doors.”

Cario gulps down the lump forming in his throat. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. “I did find it, but the gangway was quickly receding, getting farther from the exit, and the override lever that could open exit doors all over the facility. But I was already dying anyway…”

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night-spectrum · 10 months

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Thinking about my spidersona:

Small angst; small suggested smut at the end; mostly fluff and comfort. TW: Mention of death, depression, healthy issues, and isolation.

Wish my computer could work so I could draw my Spidersona...😩

🕸 Spidersona, who was bitten by a funnel web spider (💀) and is still traumatized. She takes appointments with Spider-Therapist every Thursday. Spider-Cat helps her copes with stressful memories.

🕸 Spidersona, who's Caribbean and wears traditional superhero suit. Bright madras tissues wrapped around her head and hips and Creole earrings (hoop earrings).

🕸 Spidersona, who was the only Spider-Girl in Nouveau Fort in Martinique (don't look for it, I made it up, but it's based on Fort-de-France) until a certain Miguel "Fat Ass" O'Hara came to enroll her.

🕸 Spidersona, whose best person is clearly Pavitr because we support cultural representation, and obviously because he's the most adorable boy I've ever seen. ❤️ Besides, they usually chat about new clothes they like to embellish their suit and wardrobe.

They even have Indian nickname for each other : Pavitr is Munna (used for pretty and gentle boy), and Spidersona is Choti (used for girls and means small) based on this.

🕸 Spidersona, who loves dancing with Gwen late at night in her home. Spidersona shows Gwen how to move her butt like there's no tomorrow, and Gwen gives her tips to achieve a boneless split. There're also countless sleepovers and "Girls Talk" about boys, which is pretty much awkward at first, but they both like gossiping.

🕸 Spidersona, who has the fattest crush on Hobart "Hobie" Brown, 'cause let's be honest who wouldn't. Always avoiding him when he comes her way. Obviously, Hobie notices, and he thinks she doesn't like him or his style makes her feel uneasy.

🕸 Spidersona eventually confesses that she likes him :

"That's why you've been dodging me, luv?" Hobie rhetorically asks her, his full lips stretching into a genuine smile.

She feels her face heating up and her hands becoming sweaty. "Yeah, but I don't expect anything y'know. Just wanted to tell you..."

Hobie leans forward, and she presses her lips together, gazing down because she never noticed how interesting the ground could be. She feels his breath on her neck, and she shivers when his lips plant on her cheeks fondly.

"You're too cute, luv."

From that day, he's always close to her. His arm rests on her shoulders, and he's never too far when they're fighting anomalies. They both rely on each other when something goes wrong.

🕸 Spidersona, who curses in Creole when she's pissed.

"WHO STOLE MY SALTFISH ACCRA?! AY KOKÉ MANMAN ZOT! LAN DJET MANMAN ZOT! OU SÉ AN SAKRÉ TI ICH SALO-!"

"Wow! Wow! Okay, okay, we got it. That's enough bad words for today, luv." Hobie covers her lips and drags her out to cool down a bit.

Peter B. covers Mayday's ears, though he doesn't understand a thing he knows what she's saying isn't lovely.

🕸 Spidersona, who has arachnophobia, watches Penni petting her spider with disgust (don't get me wrong, her spider is adorable, but I don't want it near me). Miles makes fun of her and eventually chases her with random spider he finds around through the lobby.

🕸 Spidersona, who slips in Hobie's universe to spend some time together. She watches him play guitar on his bed and turns red when he hands her his instrument and sits behind her, his fingers brushing hers as he teaches her how to play.

🕸 Spidersona, who brings Martinican food to Mrs. Morales when she comes to visit Miles. Rio observes her chat with her son from afar along with Jefferson.

"She looks nice," Rio says after a while, still looking at them, "and she calls me 'Mrs. Morales." Her lips turning upward.

"Yeah, definitely Caribbean. Besides, I love these." Jefferson says, grabbing a slice of butter bread she made with her mom, accompanied by communion chocolate.

Spidersona and Miles look at their feet awkwardly, feeling Miles' parents' gaze on them.

"'M sorry 'bout my parents, they're... protective."

"Yeah, don't mention it. My mom does this, too."

🕸 Spidersona, who invites everyone one in her universe in Nouveau Fort. The tropical climate welcomes them fiercely, and everyone change to wear swimsuit. Peter B. applies sunscreen on Mayday and himself and lays down on a towel.

🕸 Hobie and Pavitr bury Miles in the sand, mermaid body in process as Spidersona and Gwen take Mayday to a swimming lesson, her Spider-Man rubber ring assisting her.

"Damn Gwen, you're red as hell." Spidersona hands her Peter's sunscreen, snorting.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

...

🕸 After 3 weeks and still no news from her, Hobie and Pavitr head to her universe. When they slip into her bedroom through the window, they find her in her bed, barely breathing. Pavitr rushes to her, worry in his eyes as he brushes her now sunken cheeks. She hardly opens her eyes, dried tears staining her face.

🕸 Hobie takes her face in his hand, caressing her cheekbones slowly before kneeling to be face level with her. He takes her blanket off her, and it pains them to see how much weight she lost. They can clearly see her ribcage under her skin.

As they discuss what to do, they hear her mother's voice in the living room. She sounds exhausted, her voice quavering.

"I don't know what to do, mom. She hasn't eat anything in days and she keeps losing weight. The doctor said we should bring her to the hospital because of her iron deficiency and underweight. Otherwise, her anemia might come back and-" her voice cracks, as she can't handle her overwhelming emotions. The phone slips from her grasp as she falls on her knees.

🕸 Hobie grabs her without hesitation and opens a portal, quickly followed by Pavitr. He mumbles apologies when she groans pain. When they arrive, Hobie pushes open the medical department's door with his foot. Spider Meds are quick to take care of her, using advanced medical tech.

🕸 Spidersona, who wakes up after 2 weeks, looking less of a momified monk. She sees a red-haired baby lying down on her belly. She recognizes Mayday, and Peter B. reaches out, his hand caressing her head.

"We missed you." He says genuinely, worry fading away and replaced by a look parents would give to their child after they injured themselves.

🕸 Spidersona, who just cries. Her pain and grief pouring out of her chest and she can't help it. Peter B. hugs her tightly, kissing her forehead.

🕸 Miles appears and stands still when he views the scene, his brain analyzing everything. He comes close, taking her hand in his, squeezing it kindly. When Peter lets go of you, Miles replaces him.

🕸 Spidersona, who after she calmed down, thanks them and asks where the others are, only to find out that they are on a mission.

🕸 Spidersona, who is surprised to see Spider-Man Noir paying her a visit, flower is his hands.

"Everyone's been worried about you." Miles explains, her hands still in his. "When Hobie and Pav came back with you almost dead, we freaked out."

"Jessica even talk to your mother so she wouldn't pass out when she found out you disappeared." Adds Spider-Man Noir.

She is grateful but also a bit ashamed she worried everyone.

"So... what happened?" Peter B. asks cautiously.

She looks up to him and tries to suppress the tears, creating in the corner of her eyes.

🕸 Spidersona, who wasn't fast enough to save her uncle Henry and faced the reality of the world.

Though everybody can relate, Miles feels like he knows exactly what she feels. He remembers when he found out that Uncle Aaron was the Prowler, the look in his eyes when he discovered Miles was Spider-Man. His hand slipping from his as he exhaled his last breath.

🕸 Spidersona, who spends her day with Miles since Peter went home to put Mayday in bed. She eats empanadas Miles brought for her.

"My mom made them for you. When I told her you were hospitalized, she wouldn't stop asking about you. Besides, since we didn't know when you would wake up, she made some every day." Miles scratches the back of his head; cheeks and ears red. He knew his mom liked you, maybe too much for his liking.

"Well, please, thanks her for me. This is delicious. My taste buds are dancing hard right now." She giggles, making Miles smile.

🕸 Spidersona, who eventually encounters Jessica and Miguel. She thanks the pregnant woman, hugging her slightly, knowing she's not a big fan. To her surprise, she rubs her back and smiles.

🕸 Spidersona, who turns to Miguel reluctantly and apologizes for being off without warning. He brushes her off, as usual, talking about how it was her canon event. Gee thanks.

🕸 Spidersona, who hears familiar voices. She turns around, and there they are : Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr. She launches herself on them, arms fully extended. Pav sees her first and rushes toward her. They both collide, their hands grasping any pieces of clothes, hugging like the world would disappear.

"I missed you so much, Choti." Pav cries, his hands hold her tightly. "You almost gave a heart attack. Don't do this ever again, please. I love you."

And she cries again, hearing her best friend voice trembling.

"I'm so sorry, Munna. I promise. I love you so much, too."

Gwen joins in, her lips quivering, and they open their arms for her to come.

🕸 Spidersona, who wipes her face after a while, then proceeds to notice Hobie, who stayed back. Pav hugs her one last time, then leaves with Gwen. She approaches Hobie, not sure why she feels so nervous all of a sudden.

🕸 Spidersona, who follows Hobie to his universe, their pinky intertwined. When they are both alone in his room, he smashes his lips against hers.

🕸 Spidersona, who feels like a tsunami washed over her: emotions and feelings blending in her core. It's slow at first but quickly bursts into a wildfire when she feels his body against her. It feels strange, and she's a bit insecure, but Hobie reassures her. It's overwhelming.

"Are you okay, luv?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper, like she'll shatter if he's too loud.

"Yeah. I am."

🕸 Spidersona, who slowly moves on, enjoys her life with those who remain and never forgets those who left.

#hobie brown atsv #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spidersona #spider gwen #spider society #hobie x reader #hobie brown

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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can you pls pls pls write a fanfic about extroverted pavitr showing off his gf to his friends (the reader is rly shy)

I Would Never Fall Unless It's You

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x shy!gn!reader Summary: "See", Gwen says, "I keep telling you, Y/N's a keeper!" Pavitr blushes, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly as he gazes into your eyes. Your eyelids flutter, pink coating your cheeks eventhough your eyes can't stop following him. He's radiant. Maybe you truly are made for each other.

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🎶"I would never fall in love again until I found her I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her I found you"🎶 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

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"So...", dragged Miles, looking between his two friends as he scratches the nape of his neck. "Do we say who we are, or..?"

"I think Y/N knows already", Gwen says, resting one hand on her hip as she looks at the Brit for confirmation. "At least that we're spider-people; not sure about that multiverse part."

Hobie nods. "Yeah, Y/N caught him climbing in from the window wearing the suit and eating a vadapav. I mean, bruv!"

"Looks like they're here!", Peter. B points out and they turn to look, taking off their masks.

"HEY GUYSSS!"

Pavitr's voice is heard from a mile away as he swings from the opposite building in one swift motion, cradling a squealing you to his chest. He lands smoothly on the secluded terrace with a soft thud.

Your hold onto him to stop your legs from wobbling, still not used to swinging in the air yet.

"Don't worry, meri jaan", he assures you softly, "I've got you."

With a gentle peck to your cheek, he loosens his grip on your waist and guides you to his friends, removing his mask and tucking it in his pocket.

Pav and his friends seem to have a theme in their choice of clothing: spandex with spider designs and masks bearing similar eye lenses.

You knew that Pavitr Prabhakar, your former bestfriend and the guy you had been crushing on since the 6th grade, was Spider-Man. The very same guy who the entire city is trying to capture, even though he's only been doing good. The vigilante hero, the people's prince -who is also, incidentally, your spectacular boyfriend. Of course, you're proud! But it's a tad intimidating to see more superhuman people like him in the same place, and in similar clothing.

Pavitr's lush raven curls dance in the wind before he tames them, flipping them to stay on one side. Resisting the urge to run your fingers through them, you content yourself to just admiring it for now. It is a source of envy to most people.

"Awww, look at you two lovebirds!"

Peter. B's cooing startles you out of your reverie and you realize you've been making heart eyes at each other, adorable pink noses brushing against the other cozily.

It was only slightly embarrassing.

You knew all his friends' names from the pics he shared but this is the first time you meet them in person, and frankly, you're a bit anxious.

Generally, you're a shy and introverted person; not really much on the socializing side. So when it came to interaction with strangers, you found it quite difficult to keep up with Pavitr's pace, who has no hesitation to make small talk. But you try, for him, hoping his friends won't hate you at first glance.

They were important to him and he was important to you.

Pavitr initiates as usual, trying to ease you into the conversation (he's The best boyfriend), while you try to hide yourself behind him, staying close to his warm shoulder. You're still a bit shy..

He points at each one as he introduces them. "You know Hobie, this is Gwen, Miles and Peter. B. Miguel is spying us from afar", he jokes.

You remember the Brit from the bridge collapse incident. You had been at the wrong place at the wrong time and Pav had been too far away to help you. It was Hobie who had saved you that day though you hadn't known any of them back then.

"And this is meri jaan, Y/N Y/L/N", he says, resting his head against yours as he pulls you closer. "My life."

Peter B coos just for the sake of seeing Pavitr blush.

"Hi, hello!", you greet with a shy wave, extending a hand to each of them. When you get to Hobie, who is the last, you thank him from the bottom of your heart. "I never had a chance to tell you before, but you're the reason I'm standing here today and I'm very, very grateful for it."

Hobie smiles, shaking your hand firmly. The Mumbattanite has told him before how thankful he himself is for it. "Hey, it's what I do"

"Do you know how well Y/N draws?", Pavitr says proudly, "You guys have got to see them!"

"Oh, so what do you do?", Hobie asks. You can see he's trying to make you feel included and you're very thankful for it. Pavitr has often spoken of him as being the Big Brother he never had, and you feel you can relate to it too.

"Mostly portraits", you reply, intertwining your hand with Pav's as he rubs his thumb in smoothing circles, encouraging you further. "But sometimes watercolors too, if I have enough patience", you joke.

"Wait, you do watercolors? That's the hardest there is!"

"I know, right! But they're so detailed and realistic -You've got to see these pictures!"

Pavitr whips out his phone and starts showing off the pics he took of your paintings. You watch him as he excitedly explains every one of them with so much passion that surprises you. Never have you known he was so invested in your pictures nor that he observed so much!

"Wow! Can you draw me?", Miles asks, eyes wide with excitement. "And me?", Peter. B joins, practically jumping as you agree with a nod.

Hobie pretends to give a long-suffering sigh. "Kids."

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You've spent almost the entire evening with the Spideys drawing stuff, eating hotdogs and swinging from building to building. Initially it seemed too much, but after the pressure of making a good first impression bled away, you had a ton of fun! Peter. B even gave you some tips on how to use your weight to your advantage while swinging.

Licking your ice-cream, you notice Pavitr has smeared some on the corner of his lips and reach up to wipe it away.

"See", Gwen says, "I keep telling you, Y/N's a keeper!"

Pavitr blushes, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly as he gazes into your eyes. Your eyelids flutter, pink coating your cheeks even though your eyes can't stop following him. He's radiant.

Maybe you truly are made for each other.

A sudden ringtone startles you out of your reverie and Miles asks you all to watch in silence as Peter B answers a call from his wife. Apparently, Peter B has left his web solution lying around carelessly and May Parker is now stuck to the ceiling upside down, trying to play with it.

Pavitr snickers, Gwen and you giggle quietly while Miles and Hobie fall on their sides laughing as Peter B poorly tries to defend himself to Mary-Jane.

You comment a pun, not really aware that you said it out loud but cup your mouth as soon as you realize it, feeling they might be offended -that's the last thing you want. To the contrary, however, they actually seem to enjoy it.

"That's it, you're now officially my sibling!", Hobie claims, encouraging you with a pat on your back.

You're already growing to like them, feeling thrilled to get to know them more.

Miles and Gwen give you a high-five as Peter B pretends to be offended, but everyone knows he's only a second away from applauding you for that pun. He caves in and eventually laughs, everyone joining in as the conversation turns to a boomerang video edit of the embarrassing dance moves Pavitr did last week.

"HEY! You promised you deleted that thing!!"

Pavitr starts chasing Miles around, jumping from street lamps and poles, oblivious to Gwen capturing that on her phone too. She turns to you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Which song do you think suits this?"

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Hope you like it! Thank you for reading <3

A/N: I swear I'm trying to work on the other prompts buttttttt ARGH LIFE!!!! (((OMG ALMOST FORGOT FLUFFTOBERRRRRR!!!!!)))

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ladyelissarose · 9 months

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‘Caught In 🕸 Web’

Warnings; mentions of sex but nothing happens, kinda funny on some parts ngl.. enjoy :) oh and I have the translations for the Spanish words in parenthesis.

‘Connections N’ Suspicions’ 🔎

Chapter 2

Peter B.’s POV

Let’s do this- one last time. My name is Peter B. Parker, and I come from universe 616. I am a father of my precious little girl MayDay, Miles Morales’ mentor, and Miguel O’Hara’s best friend-

“Stop calling me your ‘best friend’ Peter. Everyone knows it’s the LEGO Spider-Man from Earth-13122.”

The grunting voice of Miguel spoke these words as he messed with the screens in front of him, I stood behind him unannounced- until now.

‘Well crap, excuse me Mr.Grumpy tortilla chip. Oh- That’s literally how he’s shaped by the way, broad shoulders and an itsy-bitsy spider waste.’

I rested my hands inside MayDay’s baby carrier strapped on me as I half apologized,

“My bad, my bad. Don’t body slam me now-“

“What do you want Peter? I didn’t call you in- where’s MayDay?”

I awed under my breath at Miguel asking for MayDay, I knew he had a special place for my kid, and I didn’t let it slip when I questioned,

“Aww do you miss MayDay?”

His shoulders suddenly tensed when his head turned to the side, showing my his frown and his oddly perfect side profile.

‘Like why does he look so good- why can’t my nose be shaped like his?-‘

“No. I just don’t want her crawling around and pressing a button that can get her somewhere else. Es peligroso.” (It’s dangerous)

I scoffed at his Spanish. But understood his English and what he meant.

“Nah don’t worry Miggy, she’s home with her mommy today. Something about her teething?”

For some reason his expression softened and he nodded. But I must remember, at some point he knew what it was like to have little kid. He then trudged towards me and was about to say something until Lyla appeared and bugged him with questions,

“Aren’t you going to tell him?”

Miguel’s mouth went shut but he held a scowl of annoyance as he responded,

“Que?” (What?)

“Well didn’t you have a plan that I and Jess suggested to you?”

The mechanical gears in his head could be seen working hard as he bit his lip and rested his hands on his hips. Lyla glitched and appeared in front of his face and pushed on,

“Come on! You remember. Be a big nice boy and-“

“I’m not a boy. Soy un hombre.” (I’m a man)

“Then say it!”

I couldn’t help but be seriously anxious now to know what was the big deal,

“Uh, excuse me, what’s this all about- woah!”

Lyla popped in front of my face as she beamed,

“Miguel wants you to on a mission with him to Earth-2055-“

“Lyla!! Ayy mierda. (Oh fuck) I could’ve said it- but thank you.”

‘What!? No way!!!’

I got all warm inside which demonstrated my excited as I gasped,

“No way!! No- Gosh that’s incredible! I have to tell-“

“No one. You tell absolutely no one, Peter. If not you can’t come-“

Waving my hands around I pleaded,

“No no no!! I’ll control myself, promise. Sooo… when do we go?”

Miguel straightened his back and sighed once he gave me a one over with his annoying reddish brown eyes,

“El es ridiculo (He is ridiculous)… Once you take off those slippers and that baby carrier, we can go. Vamos.”

‘Vamos? What’s that? Is that a bad word or a compliment? Maybe a compliment… I knew he was a softie-‘

“Vamos Peter!-“ (let’s go!)

“English Miguel!”

“Let’s go! Hurry up! There’s your English!”

“But which is it?-“

He then stood completely still, to which I mirrored as I heard him grunt lowly,

“Peter. Move.”

‘Crap… his eyes are getting redder.. yeah I should shut up and move.’

“Ok ok. My bad.”

Miguel pointed towards a corner to where he wanted me to leave my stuff, and where he had an extra pair of tennis shoes.

‘Oh! There they are! I guess I forgot them here when I took Jess’ slippers.’

Miguel had already opened the portal and muttered,

“Carry your shoes.”

The bright colors and hexagonal shapes of red to blue and orange and- basically all the cool attractive colors, shone around giving us the open way to move on, unto another universe no one (not even Miguel) has tired to enter, because it was perfect.

But I wonder why at this point, it wasn’t perfect all of a sudden? What about this perfect world, needed our troubled selves involved in it? Miguel seemed insistent about it, so it must be something heavy.

‘Hopefully this doesn’t turn to crap.’

Carla’s POV

“Sir please! I just begging you this one night for free! I did all your files- Peter even doubled check all your appointments and they’re in order. For what other reason could you possibly need me sir?”

I begged like a pathetic, almost on my knees ‘for once’ in front of my boss, hoping he’d give me the free night I needed today.

I promised my boyfriend that I’d go on a date with him tonight, and give him the entire moment he needed for me to make up for the past 2 dates I’ve missed.

Yes, it’s not like I missed 10, it was just 2 and he acted like he needed my attention and reassurance that I wanted this relationship to work. Which I did, at least I think I do. He’s nice most of the time, the sex was pretty good- maybe he sucked at aftercare because he’d be on his phone seconds after, but at least he’d stay the night anyways.

He usually came to night parties my boss threw that I had to host, Nelson stuck to my side like glue and made me feel protected but annoyed when I couldn’t talk to others.

But oddly enough I wasn’t allowed to go to his model parties and get-togethers he and his other fashion friends had. I guess that’s because I’d always have a terrible schedule and can barely make it, he wouldn’t want to be embarrassed with an ‘always late girlfriend’.

Anyways! Goodness I’m always getting off track- now I’m here as I had once mentioned, begging my boss for a free night.

“You don’t understand. It’s very important to me-“

“You know.. you’ve been pretty off lately.. Miss Ferrari.”

My boss ticked his pen between his teeth, after he commented my off behavior. Yes, I know I’ve been a little different lately… like hearing everyone’s voice out loud in my head including mine, or not fitting into my checkered skirts as easily anymore- oh and craziest of all, I caught a large man in my hands before he could fall down the stairs (and he was like 6ft tall and probably weighing like a linebacker from the Cowboys!) but.. regardless of how much I’ve been going crazy, I couldn’t let it show. Taking a deep breath I replied confidently,

“I’ve been working everyday.. How’s that an off day?”

Get it? I never get a day off! But I internally smacked myself when he mocked me and replied,

“Clever girl… but no. You don’t seem as slim as before, your mind seems to be everywhere but no where at once, and for the past two days you walk in with my paperwork stuck to your palms to the point where we have to wet it off. Now, I don’t need my BEST assistant failing-“

Panic settled in me thinking he was about to fire me, but he added what made me chill out,

“- so I GUESS… I’ll give you the day.. if not two days.. recuperate a bit then come back slimmer and with a much sharper mind. And if that doesn’t cut it for you.. you’re out.”

I straightened up, nodded once, and responded in a single breath,

“Thank you boss, have a good day.”

It didn’t take long until I was running out, with my bag in one hand and my heels in the other, trying to run my way home, thinking to myself,

‘Is it true I’ve gained weight all of a sudden- but I hardly eat- ooo.. maybe that’s why. Maybe I have.. which is why I couldn’t fit into that skirt this morning.. hmm.. I thought I hit puberty long ago? Why am I experiencing these weird feelings? I should ask Peter- oh I need to call him and let him know work is off for the day!!!’

Like a crazy woman I shuffled in my bag and pulled out my phone, pressing onto the crosswalk button while clicking his name on my screen. People gathered around me as I heard the ring carry its sound into my ear, and letting my head know that Peter wasn’t picking up my call.

I stared up ahead and waited for the sign to turn white as my bare feet tapped the pavement with a beat, even if I wanted to cross on a red, I couldn’t, the traffic was pretty heavy. I calculated the time from when it was stopped for us and when the direction would change, and thankfully it was soon, maybe that incoming bus would be the last then it’ll switch.

‘Come on bus, pass then it’s our turn- OH GOD-‘

Miguel’s POV

"Oh my goodness!-"

"Oof!"

"God- sir you ok?"

I looked towards the sound I heard of a fast bypassing bus. My heart sat in my throat as my soul flew back into me.

'What the hell... I barely missed it.'

I had barely missed it. If I had kept on walking the realistic possibility would of been that I could've been hit by the stupid bus.

The softest tap was then felt on my back, very delicate but I caught it, making me turn towards the touch. I was met with the brightest doe eyes that looked afraid and concerned. Her lips were slightly apart before she bit her bottom lip then asked sweetly,

"Are you ok?"

I felt the air be constructed in my lungs at her tenderness, she looked genuinely sincere. I hadn't had a sweet touch or look from someone else directed to me ever sense my daughter, Gabriela. I blinked twice getting a hold of myself before I mustered out,

"Uh- yes. Gracia- thank you. I wasn't.. paying attention?"

The lightest scoff left her lips with a cute lopsided smile,

"I believe so. Just pay attention next time-"

RIIIIING RIIIIIING!!!

Her smile dropped immediately at the sound of her phone ringing. She picked it up and sighed dramatically to me as if I was her little buddy,

"It's my bestie. Be safe out there stranger!- Carl! H-Hey--"

Her smile and voice faded out as she ran across the street once the crosswalk sign deemed it ok. Her hair jumped around as her feet smacked loudly yet smoothly against the pavement.

She was definitely a sight to behold all together. I was left a little struck from our little encounter, she looked familiar but I couldn’t point it out quite yet, but it was enough to snap me awake and keep me now focused.

My ultimate goal was to find Peter C. anyways, I just wondered where he could be, or what he does. He's not a high schooler or in college anymore, so I’d definitely not find him there. That was until Peter B. called me on our burner cells,

“Miguel.. I found him.”

I felt a rush of adrenaline as I started waking down the street and listening on,

“He’s on the phone with a girl named Carla- because he keeps calling her that.. then he let her know that he’d be out and about in the city. So currently he’s at Central Park, but he’s heading towards the shops.”

‘Perfect target… now if we could only lure him towards us… but what attracts him? I don’t really know what kind of a Spider-Man he is- bingo!’

An idea clicked in my head (hopefully a good one) He was Spider-Man.. what could get him to us if we don’t attract him with something that catches his attention?

I then explained to Peter B. exactly what we would do, he seemed hesitant at first, but I stupidly promised him more missions with me so of course he said ‘yes’.

“Sounds like a deal Miggy, let’s do this.”

‘Ayyy coño..’ (ahhh fuck)

I groaned under my breath and already regretted promising what I promised, but anyways.. I replied,

“Onward.”

Peter C.’s POV

So it turns out that Carla got the day off, meaning I do too! And with that said, I was going to be out and about the city, getting some fresh air and keeping an eye out of course, I couldn’t stay home because Carla was going to have her boyfriend over, and I like to give them as much privacy as possible.

I was also planning a date with MJ for the weekend, and I wanted to wear something carefree and not too loud, so I headed towards the shops to pick something out.

During my walk I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t help but feel an after effect of what happened between Carla and I.. that little shock we had.

‘What the hell was even that? Why did it feel so electrically familiar but also foreign? Did she feel it too and not realize it? Is it my spider senses telling me something I should know about her? But she seems normal- nice and kind to all… she’s too busy too have a secret life beside being an assistant. I wish I had someone to help me out-‘

“Watch it bud-“

“Who are you calling bud, pal-“

“Who are you calling pal, friend-“

“Who are you calling friend, jackass!”

“Did you just call me a jackass!?!”

“Certainly did puta mierda!!!”

“English stranger!!”

Now that was the sound of two overgrown men arguing, their aggressiveness in it only progressing, who knows what they were arguing about anyways.

But it’s in my best interest that it stops before it gets worse. It was the perfect time to test my new gadget, that shapeshifts me into my suit without having to run and change.

“Come on now buddy- work like magic.”

With a single press to a button on my watch, it worked.

“Yes!-“

“Get out of my face you moron!-“

“I’m literally not touching or near you-“

“Don’t give a damn I have personal space of 10ft.”

Ok it’s definitely time to step into this alley where I hear the fight going off. But upon arriving the the alley where I heard the fight… no one was there at all… not even a sound anymore.

My heart dropped for a second before I felt the sense of someone behind me- no.. more than one. A tingling sensation crawled on me as I turned my head and shot a web towards where I thought they’d be.. but I was met with my web hitting the wall… and no one there. Chills creeped up my spine and I felt alone.. yet surrounded. Lonely like the moon yet the stars were around anyways? I let a breath of frustration out, as I still felt their heavy presence,

“Who’s there!?”

Clink!!

The sound of a metal bar rolling on the ground towards me got me on guard but paralyzed my feet as I saw a large figure walking towards me. He was bulky, tall- very tall, and his stride was confident and directed towards me. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what was about to come.

‘Alight buddy… let’s dance- wait who’s behind-‘

“OOF-“

BING!!

Peter B.’s POV

Ok I feel like crap for how hard I hit this kid in the head with the metal bat, like this super strength Spider-Man is legit knocked out. I poked his side with the end of my bat as I cringed at my own violence,

“Hey kid? You good?-“

“He’ll be fine. Pick him up and let’s go.”

I rolled my eyes and picked up the poor kid, almost dropping him instantly as I didn’t realize that his sorta skinny- yet built body was actually super heavy! I groaned and actually then dropped him back onto the floor, he literally landed on his face with his ass in the air, it was kinda funny making me giggle-

until Mr.FunSucker over here got all bossy and mean and started to fuss about me laughing and he was speaking in Spanish as usual. I could only stand there refusing to re-pickup this fellow of steel as Miguel ranted on,

“Por el amor de dios- eres un inutil!!” (For gods sake- you’re useless!)

I frowned at his words as I asked,

“What’s that supposed to mean Miguel? English- how can I help you if I can’t understand-“

“I said.. pick him up, Peter-“

I rolled my eyes and pointed to the kid with my foot while I tugged his side,

“He’s heavy Miguel! I can’t carry that kind of weight-“

“Yet you can carry the weight of every damn burger you eat at the cafeteria!!”

I gasped as I held my ‘dad belly’ as MJ liked to call it, I seriously felt offended by his words to be honest,

“Hey I burn many calories working out here-“

“Quizás tus células cerebrales también.” (Perhaps your brain cells too.)

I watched Miguel eye me with annoyance yet wear a smirk as I rolled my eyes sense I couldn’t understand him once again.

‘I really need Spanish lessons.. perhaps Miles can reach me.’

I then was about to suggest Miguel to carry him, when I noticed… he was gone.

“Holy crap-“

“You know, you two argue a lot- and why would you hit me with a metal bat!? That shit hurts like heck! I get I’m Spider-Man but damn! And what’s with the matching bracelets? Y’all of couple?”

Miguel and I stepped back as the supposed knocked out Spider-Man stood before us, holding my metal bat, and talking.

Miguel groaned and swore under his breath, as I, show I was harmless lifted my hands and explained,

“Listen first of all its cute you think we’re a couple-“

“It’s not cute Peter.-“

I ignored Miguel as I added,

“- but we need you to some with us.”

“Who are you two?”

Miguel pointed at us three as he replied,

“We’re all Spider-Man… and we need your help..”

Peter C.’s eyes went wide,

‘Alright maybe he gets us-‘

but they then squinted as he tilted his head to the side a bit,

“This doesn’t make sense… are you wearing suits under your clothes or what?”

‘Great! He doesn’t get it!’

Miguel growled a bit,

“Not exactly… but that’s why we need to talk to you-“

“Ok I’m not doing this here in an alley, they creep me out- time for night night.”

From his sleeve he pulled out a weird device and started flashing it before us, I could only sigh out my defeat before it all went black,

“Ohhh crap..”

BAM!!!

Miguel’s POV

I snapped awake at the sound of someone calling out to me, and from something hitting my head for the third time. I shook my head and was about to respond but that’s when I got hit in the head again, causing me to snap,

“Que te pasa! Ah! Coño!” (What’s wrong with you! Ah fuck!)

My eyes glowed as I grew irritated, when I saw a piece of concrete fall of my hair,

‘He seriously hasn’t been throwing pieces of that at me?-‘

"Who the hell are you??!"

Peter C. spoke loudly and with more authority than last time, causing a small flinch to the smallest bone in me (I could never be that scared of anyone)

I tired to pull at his webs around me but to say the least- they were pretty darn strong. Perks to being Spider-Man right? And then I noticed I had my suit on, he must of figured out the button for it.

‘Que sopresa.' (What a surprise)

I sighed heavily as he crawled on the wall then hung upside down in front of my face, like literally two inches away.

A canon event came to mind as it is known that almost every spider-man has their first kiss with their 'MJ' by hanging upside down. It made me chuckle lightly as I muttered,

"This isn't supposed to happen yet or like this. But it'll be interesting to see."

"To see what- what are you talking about?"

"Are you a good kisser cariño?" (Sweetheart)

He swung back a bit and scoffed with disgust, and was questioning himself… this meant I was distracting him. It gave me time to look around and see where we were, but I then remembered about my other Peter being around here, when I heard him yelp out like a damsel in freakin distress,

“Miguell!!! Hey buddy- kinda stuck here!!! It’s- ah! Super tight around me- I can’t breathe!!”

Good thing was Peter C.’s eyes went wide immediately as he panicked,

“Shoot! Sorry pal I just didn’t want you to escape- so I tied you up real tight- hang on I got you.”

But he still pointed at me and threatened,

“Don’t move at all! I’m coming over pal- hang on.”

‘Don’t move my ass- ugh! Shit.. these are pretty strong.’

Ok maybe this didn’t work out well… the webs were super tight and strong, unbelievably strong. So I tried something else next… my fangs. I always hated them at the start, thinking I looked terrifying with them.. or more specifically, I wondered if Gabriela would be scared of me if she had seen me like this.

‘Well let’s just use this for-‘

“I’m here!-“

Peter B. just suddenly burst into my face with his stupid smile making me gasp with my teeth mid way into the web.

“FU- Peter!?”

Both Peters then questioned at once,

“What?!”

‘Ok gotta be specific.’

I closed my eyes and said with a low tone,

“Peter B…. How the hell-“

“Tricked him… now we can talk to him. See?”

Peter B. showed off to me a now webbed you Peter C. sitting on the floor, maybe I hated him at times… but I was actually grateful right now.

“Fine.. now let me go.”

“Riiiiight, give me a sec Miggy.”

‘Ok I hate him again..’

Peter B.’s POV

Now we both stood in front of Peter C. (or what he told us to just call him ‘Carlos’ for now so we wouldn’t get mixed up between him and I) anyways Miguel had tried to explain the whole universal thingy and Carlos wasn’t just capturing it, I could see his frustration so I stepped in finally and told Miguel to hold on,

“Miguel… let me handle this.. yeah?”

Miguel sighed with defeat then rolled his eyes,

“Fine…”

Carlos shook his head in disbelief as I then went on to re-explain,

“Look, what Miguel is trying to say is-“

Carlos then busted out of the webs we had tied him down with as he worded everything we wanted him to know, leaving Miguel and I sorta stunned,

“-That you’re both from different universes and have come to mine… to tell me- excuse me, ‘warn’ me about something suspicious that’s been going on that you ‘think’ I don’t know about?”

Miguel let a deep frown of annoyance rest on his face as he replied with a dead tone,

“Yes. So do you know-“

Carlos awed loudly and ripped off his mask, taking a deep breath before interrupting with sarcasm yet information,

“Yesss! Of course I know! I had this weird thing happen to me the other day between Ca- a fr-friend and I!”

I caught his stutter of a name he was about to blurt out, but his young face of nervous caught my attention too,

‘What’s the name? Why are you so scared?’

I watched him fiddle with his hands as Miguel questioned,

“What exactly happened-“

Carlos lifted his hands up as he swore, his eyes going wide with his voice high pitched again, he was getting worried,

“Nothing did! O-Ok! Maybe it was just a little shock that happens when you’re staticky or something!!”

It wasn’t hard to tell that Miguel was getting frustrated, that Carlos wasn’t telling the truth, so that’s when I came in to calm the kid down before Miguel pulled a WWE on him. I approached him slowly as I called out,

“Listen buddy… we’ve all been through it. I know what you feel… like it’s familiar but it shouldn’t belong. And we’re here to help you understand that… it’s for your own safety and the safety of your universe.”

Carlos shifted on his feet and bit his lip nervously, I knew he wanted to say something, but was scared… so I went further as to make it clear.

“We know you’re best friend is worrying you… that little shock, it wasn’t anything.. it was more significant right?”

His eyes met Miguel’s before meeting mine, he nodded slowly and hesitated,

“Y-yeah.. but she’s not a bad person I swear! She’s the best human being on earth that deserves a break… she’s lost so much already.”

Miguel stiffened but his eyes softened a bit as he asked,

“What has ‘she’ lost Carlos?”

With a shrug and pout he replied,

“Everyone… her parents and loved ones at a tragic event. She grew up in the foster system and is now killing herself by living for her boss… it’s crazy.”

That is a crazy life… like a Spider-Man life, but she isn’t supposed to be one… if she already has Carlos and belongs in this universe- ohh nooo. I hope Miles’ story doesn’t repeat on this girl. Thoughts swirled around me as I eyed this poor kid,

‘What’s going on in this universe? How does this girl belong here then has something she isn’t supposed to? What went wrong? Did another spider come from somewhere else again? This story can’t repeat tho… too many things can go wrong again… if not worse..’

I could tell Miguel felt worried too, his hands were on his hips and his eyes were darting everywhere, not focusing as the questions hung around…

What the hell?

Clara’s POV

I laid next to my boyfriend body as I panted for air, after having spent the last 20 minutes with him, relieving my stress and trying to block out my million questions. Sweat covered me head to toe and the room smelled like sex all around, yet it didn’t feel right.

When I had gone out of my sorta high faze, I felt extremely lonely and useless. As Nelson laid with his back towards me with the ‘click click’ sounds being heard on his phone, I sighed sadly and tried to cuddle close to his skin feel some kind of warmth. I was about to also let me hand rest on his arm but as fast as I had barely touched it, it left as he abruptly sat up and stated,

“I’ll be in the shower, get some sleep.”

A pout made it to my lips as I watched him slip out from under my sheets and walk off, like nothing had happened. Like if I hadn’t given him my body or something more than ‘just sex’ that had just happened because he was my boyfriend. But no, he didn’t even spare me a glance as his eyes glued to his phone while he walked inside my restroom and closed the door behind him.

The minute I heard the shower go on, I cleaned myself up after using the other restroom, then I wrapped myself with my red robe, and walked towards the balcony of my apartment, needing fresh air to clear my head once again as I meditated on my life and the mistakes I kept on making but didn’t know how to quit.

Things also have been changing lately and I don’t know why, maybe I’m hitting a breaking point? Is that why I hear voices loudly in my head and feel paranoid about people being around me close and far? Always feeling like someone is on me or knowing when people are practically top of me?

My body has been acting strange too.. my fingers have been clinging onto everything I touch, from papers to my coffee mugs… and just this morning, I couldn’t take out a high heel that didn’t fit me anymore. I felt taller too?

It all made my head pound with uncertainties, so I chose to ignore it for a bit, and clear my head like I should do.

The city below me shined brightly as I glanced over my the gated fence, admiring its beauty that held so many different lives and such. The city was pretty quiet… and I couldn’t be more grateful that Spider-Man had kept it that way, It let me have a quiet night.

Spot’s POV

‘2055…. Such an interesting year.. maybe here I’ll find what I- ohhh ohhh nice..’

“Well what do we have here… hmph… she’s just what I need.”

I couldn’t help myself as I googlie-eyed my new interest and sudden sensation.

Carla Ferrari, a young charming woman who thinks she looks like the ugliest rat of New York City. Her hair flowed in the wind as she peeked at the bright city below, her beautiful face contorted with sadness as she let the tears fall from her chin.

I saw instantly like a flashback of her life… and how she was and how she treated herself- just… she definitely underestimated herself too much. But that’s what I liked about her… she was capable of so much, and didn’t even know about it- and who she really was, wasn’t known to anyone not even herself … but it will all be discovered soon… very very soon.

I just hoped I could take it before anyone else does… before even she did as well, have control to use her the way I needed.

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