request please for ex!miguel o’hara x spiderwoman reader, they have lots of romantic history from a long time ago but never told anyone (secret relationship rahhh) and Miguel ended up ending things because he has too much trauma baggage even though they have so much love for one another… but forward to current day (like when miles arrives), they always argue mainly in spanish and seem to be sworn enemies but still f buddies .. they jus so complicated 😭 love ur work sm btw <3
𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄
tags: angst. angst as hell. no spoilers! spanish speaking gn!reader
hello all! sorry, i had to deal w the brainrot that is making a spidersona. time to get back to writing miguel! i orginally saw this style of hcs and fic from @loganlermanstanaccount and wanted to try my hand at it. i did take most parts of this request and ran with it so whoops. a part two is possible however. thank you for your request, and i hope you enjoy, darling. AND TY FOR LOVING MY WORK <3
wc: 3k masterlist. credits to the artist, tbd.
You tap away at a few screens on your multi-dimensional device, walking with a crowd through the Spider Society. Another day through the labyrinth, another day to deal with a whirlwind of anomalies. Not to mention the unlimited number of Spider-Men who all need direction, and who better to carry that on his shoulders than your ex, Miguel O'Hara?
You were there since the beginning of the Spider Society through an ill-fated glitch. How Ironic, hm?
Miguel was in the middle of putting together his control center. His platform was being installed, all by his working hands.
Your arrival almost took his heart out of his chest— a whirl of colors splashing behind him not getting his attention until there was a loud *CRASH!*
He turns around, approaching the scattered heaps of documents and boxes of materials like a wary animal. White papers fell around your arching figure when he finally sees you.
You catch his eyes and he catches yours, causing him to lower the wrench that was tight in his grasp.
Jessica comes into the space, as do a few others that were starting recruits. “What the hell-? What happened, Miguel?”
“Miguel!” The second calling of his name catches his attention to Jessica. He looks to her then down to you.
You run your fingers through your hair, eyes unfocused to be swallowed in your thoughts. You continue on your way through the amalgamation of paths, twists and turns past many who do the same as you: stop the anomalies, putting the universe first. Those ideals were drilled in from the very beginning. Since you saw the effects of it firsthand, you were all for the cause.
Safe to say you were an easy addition to the team.
At first, you wanted to just find a way home. That’s what would come first. Miguel didn’t mind that. If you weren’t here to stay, then why bother with the insignificant?
That was until an emergency hit the infant spider society on all sides
Your ears were pierced with screams of fear as soon as you pushed through the portal. You looked around frantically at what you could through the rushing crowd. It was another version of Paris, with the Eiffel Tower replaced with a large monument made of stone. Not many places to attach webs in an open area. Shit.
Miguel barks out orders to the other two Spider-people on the scene. When his eyes look at you, they narrow. You immediately tense. Was it a fight you were preparing for? You didn’t have time to think about it when a device was thrown your way. You catch it with ease— an item to wear around your wrist.
And before he thwiped away you hear: “If you’re going to be here, you might as well be useful.”
You weren’t sure whether to take that as a vote of confidence or not— you go with not.
A version of the Goblin, made of some kind of glass crystal material. His hoverboard emitted light on himself that he uses to his advantage to blind others when they get close.
The searing white obstructed the vision of one Spider-person, causing them to misplace a step on the monument. Webs snap under the concrete they were trying to keep from falling. Your stomach turned— it was time for action.
Using your webs on the crumbling monument, you catapulted yourself to the solid rock. Webs sprouted from your capsules and slid under the concrete. Before the rock’s weight can take you down entirely, you shot out a web to the top of the monument and pulled as much as your strength could muster.
You could your veins pulse as you held on. People scattered as much as they can before the webs bounce under the heavyweight. A man tried to help his wife up from a broken ankle. If they didn’t move from the area, an ankle wouldn’t be the only thing that was broken. Or worse, and you couldn’t have that.
The tendrils of your webbing began to snap, maybe you could try to web more before it—
Red lining shoots out, going under the rock to give support. Miguel skid to a stop next to you, ordering through gritted teeth. “Go!”
You dove down from above, bouncing off the piece and webbing the couple’s backs. You gave a sharp pull. They whisk by and into your arms as you slide to a stop. Miguel can see there are no civilians in the way and let's go with a gasp of air.
Your eyes snapped to the piece of concrete as it falls. When it gets closer to the ground, you webbed over to it to break it to pieces— lessening its impact when it falls.
Within a second of catching your breath, Your gaze went back up to Miguel’s. He gave you a short nod. You returned it, pulling a web out to join the fight at the top of the monument.
From there, you’ve been a part of the team. Starting on small missions and quickly going from there.
Your wrist device lights up and captures your attention. Miguel’s unmasked face looks at you with a hardened look. “I’ll need your assistance with an anomaly case. You know where to go.”
And that’s exactly how he speaks to you now. Straight to the point, no time for idle chit-chat. You exhale through your nose. “Alright.”
Returning from the attack for the Goblin, You and Miguel caught your breath once the portal closed.
You glanced over to Noir and Jessica, who had the said anomaly tied and ready to be contained.
“You sure disco ball over there is secure?” You asked dusting off your suit. “Yes.” Miguel responded. “Good enough excuse to see how our holding pods will work.”
You gave a nod, looking off to see them take the Goblin away. You caught “Now as for adjustments…” from the voice next y to you and turn. You thought he was talking to you, but instead, he had a hand over his mouth. It took you a moment to realize what he was muttering to himself.
“¿Te balbuceas a tí mismo todo el tiempo?”
Miguel’s head snaps over to you with wide eyes. They turn slender in slight curiosity. “¿Hablas español?”
You gave him a light shrug, but the smirk on your face was evidence enough for him. You were close to tensing under his gaze— until he let out an amusement huff.
“¿Qué otras cosas guardas bajo la manga?”
“No te puedo revelar todos mis trucos, ¿o si?” You gave him a small smile.
He returned it.
Now, Miguel looks at you sternly before his image flickers out. You click your tongue, beginning to make your way to his control center.
You had dated for two years— entirely in secret, mind you.
There was the important cause for safety, but another excuse was simply because the seclusion suited you both.
As the day went by, you were two colleagues. Side by side on a mission, working with each other going off of a few glances.
If you desired to speak to only each other, you'd speak in Spanish. A passing compliment, a question on anomaly details, what to have for dinner that night. The world didn't exist then.
By night, a gentle hand would rest on Miguel’s shoulder, causing it to lose its built tension. In the quiet of the space, you’d whisper. “Let’s get some rest.”
At first, it would take some coaxing but as time went on, he would be by your side before you could get the words out.
Your place or his, it was a switch between the two. Either way, you’d feel the weight of his body sink into yours. All his exhaustion comes to fruition behind closed blinds.
Sometimes if it weighed too much, you’d fall onto the couch with your suits still on. If he had a bit of energy, you’d get out of them and then take loaded steps towards the bedroom.
Your favorite nights were when he fell asleep before you. A chuckle escapes your lips when you turn back, only to see him sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Gently, you’d brush his strands from his face, bathing in the rare sight that was a calm expression. The tips of your fingers graze the strong height of his cheek, lingering there as if to savor the moment a bit longer.
It was in these secluded moments that you’d pull the cover over his scarred back. Where you’d lay next to his larger figure, close but barely touching. Fingers grazing each other at best.
His struggles with opening up weren’t anything new to you. It took a lot of power to be vulnerable, to take that chance. So you took it one step at a time.
Those days weren’t long gone, however, you both made progress as time went by.
Fingers grazing each other became hand-holding. Hand holding then turned into him capturing your body in one swoop of his arm and securing you to his form.
And it was here you felt the most secluded. Because only you could see that neutral expression of sleep turn into a relaxed one. Where you could feel his need through the grip of his arm in the depths of the night, and not tell a soul.
He could have called anyone else. It's a proposition that only occurs to him after he makes communications with you. By the time you show up in his space, the idea is long forgotten.
Miguel turns around just in time to see you arrive. You lean your weight on your foot, hip out with a hand resting on it. “What’s the situation, O’Hara?”
O’Hara. He would have thought that sting would numb away by now.
You swing up to his platform, catching your landing out of the corner of his eye. With a few buttons pressed on the hologram, he swipes it in your direction without looking at you. “We got an anomaly on the move. Lyla’s attempting to track it now using the intel gathered.”
Your hand stops the hologram, opening it with your palm. In a gold hue, an image of a Mysterio lights up. A model of him spin for your view, some kind of blue flame for a head. Details of his face were in the fire, filled with an ego that seemed to span many universes.
“I remember this one.” You say, fingers swiping through logs. You stop at one, then push it in his direction. “Android from Earth 1610. Not his first time trying his hand at this.”
“You’ve been dealing with him before?” Miguel asks with sternness in his voice. He knew it was there and ever evident.
From your tone, it seems you caught it too. “From his glitch into a different universe. We returned him back to his own but it looks like he’s trying his hand at multiverse travel.”
The taller man scoffs, muttering under his breath. “Great.”
To no one’s surprise, you picked that up. Your voice grew in intensity. "What?”
Miguel finally turns around. With stern eyes, he looks at you and his stomach feels like it’s gotten hit with a ton of bricks. It’s exactly what he was afraid of, hence him never sparing you a glance when called to his station. It didn’t show on his face however, he wouldn’t allow it to.
“That means it could have gotten handled ages ago by simply sticking him somewhere he couldn’t get out.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “That was the beginning, we didn’t know any better. Now we do. It’s called growth, Miguel.”
He held the audacity to roll his eyes. You’re quick to speak. “We don’t expect them to become nuisances.”
“But it could’ve been avoided.”
“Of course, it could have. Emphasis on could. It’s just something we couldn’t predict.”
“Oh? Really?” A bit of edge appears in his voice again. “He’s a villain! It’s second nature!”
You take a step up to him, finger pointed in his direction. “We followed your protocol! You can’t predict everything, Miguel!”
You were there for the best parts
And you were there for…for the worst parts
The parts where in the thresholds of sleep, you swore you could hear him mutter her name, and his arm clutch around you even tighter.
The parts that were once fruitful moments of communication, ended in distance due to his growing anger.
The parts that held you both up at night, Miguel finding another thing to pick apart, to worry about, to enclose you from.
A picture of two you couldn't see. A toy box collecting dust in his apartment closet.
You were there…till the very end.
“Miguel, I just don’t understand why this is an issue.” You hold the bridge of your nose before letting go and addressing him with unwavering eyes. “Noir says you’ve been at this for months, we have a lead-”
“Into a universe that is on the brink of collapsing!” “That’s why the anomaly would go! To hide in plain sight of a possible disaster!”
“No, absolutely not.” Miguel shook his head, already final in his mind. “One wrong move and you’ll end up like-” It was like all the color drained from his face.
“Like who, Miguel?”
Your question stopped him cold, hard eyes glancing at you. “You know who.”
He pushed away the thought of you hearing him in his sleep when the sun comes up. But deep down he always knew. He always knew that you knew something was going on with him. And he could see that you were trying so *hard* to be patient with him.
With every frustrated huff to end the conversation, every turn away from you, you were unmoving. Waiting. Giving him all the time in the world that deep down, he knew he didn’t deserve.
This conversation ends like the others, with a clenched jaw wanting to spill out everything he can but never finding the words to do so. Leaving you there in the dead silence where you feel the most alone.
You shut your eyes, trying not to waste any more tears on another fruitless conversation. A sigh slips past your lips. “I can’t keep doing this, Miguel.”
His head looks back to you with wide eyes. Those eyes slowly narrow, with words coming out like the very venom he creates. “Then leave.”
Those words still pierce your heart as if it was yesterday. You shut your eyes, shaking your head to push the familiar feelings from bubbling in your chest. Even with the attempt of calm, he persisted.
“No. I can’t.” He sounded like he was just saying it just to say it. “But I sure as hell can prevent potentially dangerous messes from coming back— like this one!”
Emotion erupts inside you all over again, breaking what little restraint you put together. Like a twig snapped under the slightest edge of pressure. You fell into that same routine all over again. “You’re being completely unreasonable to the people who-"
He held the bridge of his nose, voice not losing its hard edge. “Do you remotely have an idea of how many anomalies have to be taken care of in a week? In a day? When I want something taken care of, I expect it to be.”
“You’re always expecting perfection, some kind of straight path you can control. Is that why you got rid of me-?”
Your gasp quickly stops you from speaking further— but it was already too late. Miguel’s eyes snap up to you, wide at your exclamation. You place a hand over your mouth with panicked eyes. The silence was what made it worse, feel it wrap around your neck and cause a hard, painful lump in your throat. You know he watches as you turn away from him.
“Then leave.” Those words still plague his mind as if it was yesterday. As if he didn’t have enough piling onto his shoulders, he had to go and lose you too. The one thing that—some days—was keeping that very mind together.
Something aches within him. His heart grows heavy in its weight. He turns his head, closing his eyes to take a breath. Many things haunted him, whether it be his own failings or the atrocities he’s seen throughout dimensions. He didn’t expect to, nor never wanted to add you to the list. You became another person that slipped from his fingertips.
You take a deep breath, wiping your face with a shaky hand. When you turn back, he’s collected himself. His gaze was now devoid of frustration as it was set upon you. Instead, it was filled with something else, something different. You exhale to make your brain know to say something. Miguel parts his lips. In a soft mutter you begin to recognize, he says. “I didn’t get-"
Your senses go off, turning your body away from his to see Peter B. and one of Jessica’s come around the corner. Your eyes remain on them, forcing themselves onto them. You calm your breathing with a hard swallow. Miguel felt something twist in his stomach once you turn away. A heaviness weighed at his tongue, lips still parted for what he wanted to tell you. But you had eyes on you now, curious looks that could grow into something more if he didn’t follow your lead.
He blinks a few times, turning to face the other two Spider-people with a locked jaws. How’d he’d be able to speak with his throat feeling non-existent was a feat in itself. Your eyes are kept to the ground until you take a deep breath. They raise, your feelings being pushed down once again. And you stand next to each other, with what felt like a world’s distance between you, miraged by only a couple feet.
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“¿te balbuceas a tí mismo todo el tiempo?” — you mumble to yourself like that all the time?
“¿hablas español?” — you speak spanish?
“¿qué otras cosas guardas bajo la manga?” — just what else do you have up your sleeve?
“No te puedo revelar todos mis trucos, ¿o si?” — I can’t just reveal all my tricks to you, now can I?
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Chanel
Stage Name: Chanel (샤넬)
Birth Name: Nishimura Amour Chanel Shinigami
Legal Name: Nishimura Shinigami (西村死神)
Korean Name: Bahng Cheon (최여신)
English Name: Nishimura (Amour) Chanel
Position: Lead rapper, Center, Visual, Face of the group, Main dancer, Sub Vocalist
Birthday: October 31st, 1997
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Height: 5'11 186 cm
Weight: 56 kg (122 lbs)
Blood type: AB-
MBTI type: INFJ (2022 — taken by members) / INTJ-T + INTJ-A (2019 — taken by herself)
Representative emoji: 🦢
Nationality: Japanese
Sub-Unit: Hip-Hop Team, Performance Team
Instagram: @/chanel_luv_chanel
Chanel's Spotify list: Chanel, Prada, and Dior vibez
Chanel Facts
— She was born in New York but born to a Japanese mother and father.
— She is the older sister of ENHYPEN's maknae Ni-Ki
— Despite being born in New York, being a American citizen, and living there for 8 years she gave up her American citizenship once she became an idol.
— She left Korea to go back to Japan in 2009 due to her mother's pregnancy but then came back after her mother gave birth.
— She left Japan and became a trainee at Pledis in November 2008.
— Her stage name comes from her Birth name "Chanel" but her mother named her Chanel because it's her favorite brand.
— Before becoming an Idol she wanted to be a Fashion Designer
— Her and the Chinese Line have met before in China
— Chanel is called the "3rd Gen black swan" because of her stage presence and rap. In one of her raps she called herself the 3rd gen black swan.
— Her original name (at birth) was gonna be Charli
— Pledis wanted her Stage name to be S.C, Akuma, or Cho but she decided to do the opposite and chose Chanel
— Chanel has her driver's license (including an international one)
— Chanel is one of the only producers/composers in the group along side Woozi
— Chanel has credits to SEVENTEEN, Solo, and other kpop groups songs
— She is the only person in the group to be in 2 Sub-Units
— She's called "S.C" because 1. She looks like S.Coups, 2. That was her orginal Stage Name, and 3. Because it's short for Scary Chanel due to her being scary.
— She is a black belt in Taekwondo
— She's good at multiple martial arts due to training when she was younger
— She's in the 97 line of the group (also in the maknae line)
— She's known as the fashion icon of the group (alongside The8)
— She used to do b-boying in Japan for 3 years until she became a trainee
— Out of all her siblings she's closest to Konon
— she lived in American all the way until Ni-Ki was born in 2005 and then her family moved to Japan again but then in 2008 she left to Korea.
— Chanel is very close to Soyeon of (G)I-DLE and all SM artists due to her and Soyeon being in lots of SM collabs
— Chanel has lots of titles received from netizens, her fans, members, and her family
— People say S.coups and Chanel look alike and could possibly be siblings but they don't believe it
— Fans call Chanel and Jeonghan "Momz" because they are both the mothers of the group
— Dior, Prada, Chanel, Celine, and Miu Miu all fought for Chanel to be their Ambassador but Chanel eventually became the Ambassador for all 5
Prada - 2015-2017
Celine - 2018-2020
Dior - 2020 - 2022
Chanel + Miu Miu - 2022 - present
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You guys sleep on their friendship too much 😔
Time-laspe (I tried to download the video and attach it to this post but I think it was too big and my computer is tired because it won't download. That is the link, you can watch it if you'd like too, I know I like to watch art time-laspes. It is around fifteen minutes though, I didn't know how to make it any faster so there's your warning)
(Okay so I'm just now realizing that the part of the video where I used actually colors got cut off 😐And I can't even fix it because I've already deleted the clip off my computer and emptied my recycle bin. I'm so upset now, I'm sorry 😭😭I'm not a tech savy person at all)
You don't have to read this if you don't want to, it's more of an artist's note to myself. If you want to know more of my thought process while doing this then you can read it though.
First, I just want to give credit to the base I used!
Second, I used Krita to draw and Canva to put the video together. I've never really used another drawing app/software thing before (I've used Procreate a few times on my sister's IPad but it's not like I'm going to draw anything South Park on there) so I don't really have anything to compare it too. It's free though so... how much better can you get. The only thing I don't like about it so far is that the fill tool kind of sucks but it's not too bad, you just have to go over the edges to get a solid color (at least from my experience). And I've been using Canva for a while now, I've put together a few videos before but not in a while so I was a little rusty. The only thing I don't like about that is that I have to pay for an upgrade if I want to download a long video.
I started trying to draw seriously in April and now it's July so it's been like two months (?). I haven't posted anything since May I think but I've still been drawing a lot, I just haven't finished anything worth posting up until today.
I started out drawing this thinking it was going to be bad. Then about halfway through I thought it might actually turn out alright. Then I finished it and I kind of hate it. I think it would be much better if I practiced shading and textures but I'm too lazy for that, at least for now.
I hardly know anything about art, whether it be digital or traditional. I don't know anatomy, color theory, perspective, none of it. You can see on the time-lapse that I basically traced the base I used, did the faces and clothes and then colored it and that took me ALL DAY! Granted I had breaks like when I made my lunch and ran over to my grandma's house but other than that, I've been working on this piece (along with Stan but I did most of Stan yesterday, I just colored him this morning).
I have mad respect for every single artist out there because this is so hard... but for some reason I want to keep doing it. I know it's going to be super satisfying to look back on my art work from two years ago and see how much I've improved (hopefully I've improved, please tell me I'll improved)
As you can probably tell, I didn't get everything in the time-laspe. Recording the process was so hard, I tried to do it with Stan yesterday but I barely knew what I was doing and I kept getting called by my mom to do stuff so I had to keep pausing and un-pausing so I gave up and tried again today. I think my computer is worn out by working all day because not only have I been drawing on it all day but I have also been editing the video all day. I really like when artists post time-laspes though because it gives me an idea of their process and it's really nice to watch.
But anyway, I ended up giving Jason eyeliner because one) he's metro, two) I headcanon him wearing eyeliner (same thing with Tweek) and three) he needed a little something MORE to him, if that makes sense. I orginally wasn't going to give him eyeliner because I was afraid he would look too much like Tweek but once the picture was done, I decided they wouldn't look too similar. I also gave Tweek and Jason both freckles because for Jason, it's canon and for Tweek, it's my headcanon for him. You probably can't tell that Tweek has freckles because I made them really faint (on purpose) and I like to think he'd only have a few on his cheeks and nose. I gave Jason a lot though because I'm pretty sure that's how it is in the show. Lastly I forgot to color Jason's shirt in so that's everything that's not on the video.
I think the hardest thing for me was the eyes and the clothes. I have a love-hate relationship drawing eyes. I love looking at how different people draw their eyes but when it comes to drawing my own eyes... yikes 😬Also I think it's the facial proportions that might make this seem off, I think I have a bad habit of making the eyes too big but that's what I've been doing ever since I was a little kid so now if I make the eyes small, it just looks off. And again, I didn't do anything shading so it probably makes the picture look flat. Plus I have no idea what I'm doing.
I also usually have a hard time drawing hair but today I had a pretty easy time doing it. I was really surprised. Also another headcanon of mine for Tweek is that he has platinum blonde hair. I love platinum blonde hair and just blonde hair in general and his hair is SO YELLOW, I feel like if he was older than he'd dye it. Also they are both teens in this picture.
Tweek looks really pasty here, I tried to give him pale skin but I didn't mean for it to be THAT pale.
I think that's all I have to say. If you read this and have any tips for me, I'd love to hear them. I'd love to redraw this in a few months or maybe in a year if I decide to keep drawing, I know there's defiently room for improvement.
Despite all the complaining I just did, I don't HATE this picture per say. I really like my art style, it's simple but cute (imo of course). I feel like if I learned more about shading and learn how to draw faces and clothes better than I'd do a lot better. I think Stan was a lot cuter but this is cute too.
Lastly, ignore the two random dots if you find them, I'm too tired to fix this.
Anyway, if you read all of this, I really appreciate you! Have a great day/night! ❤️❤️
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