#green goblin ii | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

memoriesoftanalorr · 9 months

Text

Wanna make a list of my favorite villains. Here we go!

Van Kleiss from Generator Rex

Van Kleiss is creepy, manipulative, selfish, dramatic, menacing and badass and can be soft as a threat. I wish he is really soft deep down but he prefers to rule the world or become a God.

Obake from Big Hero 6 The series

He's creepy, cunning, dramatic, patient and really clever, soft deep down so you can see how he actually gave up and decided to save Hiro.

Nai/Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede 2023

First two villains I love as cool and interesting characters but on this one I have crush unexpectedly actually. That guy is creepy, cold maniac who wants destroy humanity but loves his brother Vash. He's somewhat can be soft but only for Rem and his brother. I'm utterly believe he's never wanted to kill Rem as he reaching for her hand and asking for go with them.

Dr. Curt Connors from Amazing Spider Man

Only two actors in this movie doesn't annoying me while watching this. I remember when I'm was late on this movie in cinema and I was like it's okay, somehow I can't tell how I feel about this movie. After some rewatching some of the characters doesn't annoying me. Actor is making a great job and in love with him. He reminds me one of my college professors.

Xu Wenwu from Shang Chi and the legend of the ten rings

I'm not into MCU since first two Avengers movies but once I saw this on TV and in love with this movie. Xu Wenwu is powerful, narcissistic and brutal but he's loves his family and wanted his wife back. Better to let go. But he refuses to let go. I can understand him because my mom is in coma two years now and I wanted her back so hard but now fine, okay sometimes I'm not fine when someone talking about her but I'm ready to let go. She's always with me, in my dreams and memories. So this is why I love this character.

Quentin Beck/ Mysterio from Spider Man Far From Home

As I said before I'm giving up on MCU. I'm didn't know about Tom Holland playing Peter Parker and when I'm watching Homecoming I was like he's cute but he's not Peter for me but later on I'm watched Far from Home and I was like that's my baby and I love him and movie is so beautiful and funny. Jake Gyllenhaal as Marvel villain. I'd say it was fun and interesting. This version of Quentin is menacing, sadistic, narcissistic. Such a good liar. And that purple battle suit in the end of the movie, just wow!

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin (Sam Raimi movie & later on Spider Man No Way Home)

I'm was scared of him as 8 years old kiddo when watching Spider Man movie on VHS and then I'm creeped out of him as young adult in No Way Home movie. Oh, good memories when I was a kid and carefree before life gets harder for me, so unfair.

Darth Vader from Star Wars

I'm classic.

Magneto (X-Men Evolution)

What to say. Maybe I don't have thoughts fir a while.

Honorable mentions

Leto II from Children of Dune, God Emperor of Dune by Frank Herbert

It's really strange case. Becoming worm and telling there's more worse path to take exists. Like a villain, I couldn't be I didn't need it, it needed me

Like a villain by Bad Omens is describing him well. Oh, I need a break from this books. It's amazing but I'll never read/listen to them again, maybe but I need more time. I'm still mind blowned from this novels.

#generator rex #van kleiss #bh6 the series #Bh6 the series obake #bh6 obake #trigun stampede #trigun nai #millions knives #quentin beck #xu wenwu #green goblin #norman osborn #Soft villains #leto ii #frank herbert #dune books

29 notes · View notes

tev-the-random · 2 years

Text

Something feels wrong.

#Where were you when Shrub was looking for the goblins huh?#Where were you Mr. Skrunkly?#I just find it so effing funny how they're both goblins #but they have such fundamentally different aesthetics #Like Shubble was the one with nature foresty little mushroom goblin #Meanwhile Fwhip is a little green man who eats rocks #I think they're both pretty neat but it's still funny #What's the lore repercussion of this anyway?#Empires SMP #Empires season 2 #Empires II #Shubble #fwhip #edit: ok Shrub is not a goblin and I'm just stupid but this is still funny to me-#Tev Pretends To Be An Artist

171 notes · View notes

hazelsmirrorball · 7 months

Text

Undercover Spider-Woman II. | Hazel Callahan

Spider-woman! Hazel Callahan x Villain! Reader Summary: Green Goblin has a love hate relationship with Spider-Woman Warnings: english isn’t my main language, not proof-read,fighting, daddy issues a/n: Thank you so much for reading the first part. I hope you enjoy it!

part one

Y/n always wanted to please her dad. Maybe it was her daddy issues or the fact that he was the only thing she had left, both her mother and brother tragically passing away a few years back. They only had each other. He was the only person she could call family so she made it her mission to always keep him happy or at least somewhat. Y/n was deadly afraid of her father, never wanting to be on his bad side. She knew about his other persona and it scared her.

Doctor Norman Virgil Osborn was a regular rich dude, founder and CEO of Oscorp which specialized in military research. Y/n’s father always wanted power so that’s what he got. He had created a powerful yet unsuitable performance enhancer, that was intended to enhance strengths to individuals but as he tried it on himself his superhuman levels increased giving him artificially enhanced physiology, superhuman durability, reflexes, regenerative healing factor, speed, stamina, agility and strength. But everything has its consequences making him develop a dissociative identity disorder, that’s when the chaotically sadistic psychopath Green Goblin was born.

But that didn’t stop him, he wanted more so he involved his daughter, Y/n. Y/n could care less about her dad’s evil plans so when he had gotten a hold of another syringe full of that performance enhancer, things started to change. He had done several researches on it, perfecting the formula that he had used on himself, not waiting for his daughter to go insane as he was, he cared at least a little.

So in sophomore year, Y/n had become Green Goblin 2.0. Y/n at first wasn’t completely convinced of the idea of having to be a psychopathic villain but her dad was finally proud of her, so she sucked it up. Having the performance enhancer made her powerful and her dad had managed to fix some of the flaws that he had suffered from. But she still had the Green Goblin inside of her. She found herself acting on anger and impulsiveness. So maybe she was caught up with being a true villain.

Y/n walked as fast as she could, feeling as if someone was following her. She turned around scanning her surroundings knowing that tonight she was in for a treat. Having so much energy left from the fight club and building tension from the almost kiss with Hazel made her go into a little frenzy, throwing a little mischief in the city here and there. Nothing too big or problematic but something that would make Spider Woman's life a little difficult. She jumped on the lid of the dumpster pushing the window of the abandoned building open, slipping her body in with ease inside.

Her dads evil lair, a stupid abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. She didn’t have a damn car so she found herself walking every dad to that dumpster in God knows where. It was supposed to be their hideout, not too extravagant and a way from them to keep things on the low but she found this place being her second home, not wanting to face her dad when he was on the brink of insanity she decided to take the evil lair as her own.

“Well at least I can somewhat relax a little” Y/n said to herself, quickly taking her shoes off. In an attempt to take them off while holding all her things she slammed her foot on the wall. “For fucks sakes” she yelled in pain as she rubbed the affected spot trying to ease the pain. Y/n found it quite difficult due to the fact that she was still holding all her things so she angrily threw her things on the floor and quickly held onto her left foot. While doing so her right foot got caught on her bag making her fall face first onto the floor. Y/n screamed onto the floor clearly frustrated, she dragged her body against the wooden floor, her laziness and anger taking over.

When she finally got a hold of the couch she reached forward gaining balance to stand up from the floor. Y/n looked towards the refrigerator as she hopped towards it, in an attempt to get some ice. When she finally reached it, she looked in the freezer only noticing a bag of peas and sighed, fight club was really taking a toll on her. She desperately wanted to take her mask off but before she did she heard someone clear her throat behind her, making her turn around.

And there she was in all her glory. Spider Woman hanging from the ceiling staring at her with her mask covering her face. She waved her hand slowly, like she was trying to taunt her in some way. She could bet she was smiling under that damn mask. Had she seen Y/n miserably drag herself on the floor? Or how she hit her leg? God, this was so embarrassing. Too many things were going through the woman's head; she didn’t even notice Spider-Woman had started talking.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” She asked again, standing up and walking towards her, her demeanor overpowering hers. Y/n closed the freezer groaning as she gripped on the counter in front of her. She didn’t have the energy to do this, not today.

“I know we don’t get along and what not but breaking into my place? That’s a new low, even for you. I thought Superheroes knew what boundaries were. ” Y/n said as she took a deep breath, gaining her composure and sending a fake smile towards Spider-Woman's way.

“Wanted to know what your evil lair looked like in real life. I thought it was going to be all dark and evil, maybe a knife collection on the walls, torture devices here and there. But this? I wasn’t expecting this. It’s quite homey, I didn't expect you to have such a warm and welcoming house.” Spider- Woman said as she sat down on the counter while crossing her arms, a joking tone evident in her voice.

“ First of all, who said we didn’t hide the knife collection in the guest bedroom. Plus dad studied interior design” she said sarcastically, while moving Spider–Woman’s legs off the counter.

“Really?!” She exclaimed excitedly jumping off the counter. Y/n rolled her eyes, while shaking her head annoyed out of her mind.

“No! Why the hell would he study that? Now let’s just cut to the chase. Listen, I really don’t give a damn of what you’re going to say or do. I’ve known you for years now and I know all your moves, I do something you think is “bad” then you confront me about it and put on your little show “taking me down” and blah blah blah. Today the last thing I want to do is deal with your shit. So, I believe you know the exit, it’s the same one you came in. Now do me a favor and leave.” She said getting face to face with her and pointing at her chest several times.

“Explain to me what did you expect to happen when you decided to fuck around the city? A kiss and praise?” She asked while putting her head to the side inspecting her up and down. Her eyes ending on top of her also covered eyes.

“Well, I can assure you, I expected more than a kiss” Y/n responded without breaking the “stare down” getting closer towards her.

“You do know I can take you down right now?” Spiderwoman said in a low voice making Y/n let out a chuckle.

“You don’t even stand a chance” Y/n replied with a smirk leaning her hand on the wall behind Spider-Woman trapping her against the wall.

“Wanna bet?” She asked while getting inches closer to her, their foreheads almost touching.

“ I would like to see you t…” Her voice got cut by Spider-Woman pinning her up against the wall, her breathing getting unsteady from the harsh impact on her back. She pinned Y/n’s arms against the wall, making her groan angrily.

“I like having you gasping for air, makes me proud that I’m doing my job right”

“ Are you sure about that?” She said while kicking her in the knees making her fall straight towards the ground. Y/n took the opportunity and straddled her pushing her head towards the floor in an attempt to keep her down.

“You know, I like the new changes to your suit, helps the evilness shine out”

“Makes me glow even more now that I’m winning” she said with a small smirk, making Spider-Woman groan. They both knew she could move at any time, Y/n knew it, Hazel knew it. Y/n believe Spider-Woman never “busted” her because she liked having her around. She wouldn’t deny she had fun messing with her too, it actually made her day. Moments like this made her keep waiting to do her dad’s dirty work, because her dirty work also included Spider-Woman.

“Got lost in my beauty?” Spider-Woman asked while attempting to raise her head from the floor. Y/n pushed her down one again letting out a scoff.

“Possibly. Now your time is up, get out. It’s time to go” Y/n said while getting up, Spider-Woman quickly followed her actions and got up, standing dangerously close.

“That soon? I thought we were having fun?” Spider-Woman replied in a whiney voice following Y/n.

“We were but I have things to do and places to be so how about you be a good girl and leave ” she said while putting her hand on her cheek and tapping it softly.

Hazel felt it. Like some source of power told her to leave, so she did. But not before doing the thing she had originally come here to do.

“Don’t miss me too much” Spider- Woman grins as she shoots her spider webs sticking her hands on the counter. With ease she headed towards the freezer placing the bag of pees on her foot. “Same time next week?” She continued while taking the stash Y/n had stolen the past week. Shewaving the bag in the air and slipped out of the window. Y/n slammed her head against the counter pissed out of her mind but her eyes quickly adverted to her phone, which continuously vibrated next to her.

“Dad is so going to kill me” Y/n slammed her head against the counter pissed out of her mind but her eyes quickly adverted to her phone, which continuously vibrated next to her. Before she could even attempt to see who was texting her due to the fact that her hands were glued onto the table her dad stumbled in a cynical look on his face.

“What the hell dad ?!” She exclaimed, scared shitless at his sudden appearance.

“You have to be alert, pumpkin. You can’t expect the good guys to give you a heads up before killing you” her dad responded in a bored tone while taking a mug and placing it in front of her. He took a look at her as he sat down on the stool in front of her making himself comfortable while Y/n stayed still looking at the mug. Why was he being nice? What did she do? Was he going to kill her? How did he find out about spiderman so quickly?

“I thought you said, you weren’t going to be here today” She responded awkwardly shifting side to side. Her gaze turned to everywhere but her dad. while sitting down on the couch she brought the coffee towards her lips but was met with nothing.

“Well I thought so too. I wanted to enjoy my time in the lab but I saw through the security cameras you were almost kissing Spider Woman and decided it was time for me to come back.” He said while taking the mug in his hand while taking a sip.

“Oh, please dad. We weren’t flirting with each other. We are literal arch nemesis, I can’t stand her. How could I even flirt with her? ” Y/n muttered while looking at the sticky mess in her hands attempting to take it off.

“Didn’t you have a crush on someone from your school? Mabel?” Her dad replied, placing the mug down. Y/n could feel her face turn red as she looked towards.

“It’s Haze..You know what it’s not important. That clearly isn’t the reason you’re here so please go on and tell me. What was the big plan you had for us?”

“We are going to kill Spider Woman” He responded nonchalantly while looking around the house.

“What?” Y/n looked at him in shock, she had never killed anyone in her life. She wasn’t that type of criminal barely reaching that high of a crime in their crime schemes.

“But before we do that I need your help” He responded shortly, looking at his daughter. Y/n let out a sigh turning to look at him.

“You always do, dad”

“I want you to find her real identity. Find it, become her friend, gain her trust and bring her to me so I can kill her. You’ll become the greatest sidekick known to mankind” He said while standing up from the chair.

“I’m not your sidekick,” She muttered. “And to prove it, I’m taking this week off. I’m busy with school” Y/n replied as she watched her dad walk towards the door.

“Well, when you come back you better find who’s Spider- Woman” he replied before slamming the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

“How’s your day? Did you enjoy school? Did you eat?” She said to herself as she imitated her dads voice.

She didn’t know what her dad’s fascination with Spider-Woman was. But part of her wanted to find out who she was and uncover it. She would get all the rep around the city for revealing her identity . Y/n L/n was going to uncover who she was even if it was the death of her. Her dad would be her sidekick. If Spider-Woman died it was going to be in her hands, that's for sure.

Before she could even finish fantasizing over killing Spider-Woman her phone vibrated once again making her turn towards it, reading the flashing messages.

Hazel:

Sorry for bothering you so late. But just wanted to know if you still want to do the project together. If not I can do both parts together, it’s no problem.

Hazel:

By the way, it’s Hazel.

part one

...

thank you for reading

#hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel x reader #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms movie #ruby cruz #ruby cruz x reader #kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #hazel callahan spiderwoman #spiderman #marvel #reader insert #hazel callahan reader insert

248 notes · View notes

gejo333 · 8 months

Text

Jealousy II

Miguel O’Hara x Spider Woman Reader

Pt. 1

Summary: How did you and Miguel meet? What was your relationship like before you got together?

Hi everyone! I’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday. It’s extremely hot where I live and I wasn’t feeling well yesterday. But I promise to get all three stories out before Monday.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 2.9k

____________________________________________

A painful groan escapes from your lips as you are slammed against a concrete building trapped beneath your world's green goblin. You tried to push yourself out of his grip, but your body was too tired to break away.

"You are so pathetic. You don't deserve to protect this city. You should just die by my hand right now and save yourself from further embarrassment." He throws his arm back about to throw his final blow against your head. Your breath shallow, you tiredly close your eyes waiting for the impact.

You open your eyes when you don't feel the impact. A loud noise echoed in your ears, your eyes widened as you witness the world split and opened some reddish portal. A red web shoots out from the portal, holding the Green Goblin's fist in place.

"What is-" the Green Goblin questioned before a large blue and red figure appeared from the portal and threw the green goblin off of you. The lenses of your mask widen when they meet the lenses of a similar mask before the strange figure slammed the green goblin to the floor.

Now free, you shoot your web out and swing yourself where the two crashed. Landing near it, you wait until the dust and debris settles. The same blue and red figure rose from the ground. Your gaze scans up the man's form, stretching his back muscles as he rises to his full height. You noticed a weird gizmo on his wrist as your gaze moved to his hands as his fingers revealed large claws.

"Who are you?" You ask the strange man who turns his head.

"That's classified." His lenses narrow as they stare straight at you.

"Ok Mr. Bond. You came out of thin air. I think I have some right to ask. Are you a villain?"

"No."

"A lunatic in a suit?"

"No, I'm-"

"Mr. Doomsday?" You chuckle when you notice him becoming frustrated.

"No, stop. I'm from another dimension." He turns to face you.

"You still didn't answer my question." You chuckle as you cross your arms as you lean into your hip.

"My name is Miguel O'Hara, I lead an alert strike force dedicated-" Disinterested in hearing his long, obviously rehearsed, speech you walk past him towards the passed out Green Goblin. Miguel turns around to watch your figure head towards the villain as you try to pick up the large figure but struggle to lift him. Miguel smirks under his mask, never once had he met someone who didn’t fear him. He walks over to you as he lifts the unconscious villain with ease and throws them over his shoulder before he begins to make his way towards the exit.

“I can handle defeating my own villains, thank you.” You huff as you quickly move in front of him, stopping him from walking as you wait for him to drop the villain and leave.

“You can barely stand yourself. So I doubt you could carry this guy.” Miguel let out a chuckle as he looked down at you. Why was this one spider woman gaining his interest so much? Besides Jess, many spider women and spidermen stuttered in his presence. Usually he always ignored the advances of many, when he wasn’t in the mood, which was the majority of time. He didn’t know what it was, but Miguel knew he didn’t want to leave your universe just yet.

“Try me.” Your eyes lenses narrowed. Even with a mask on you could tell he was being smug with you.

“Alright.” Miguel said as he handed you over the Green Goblin like he was a sack of potatoes. Caught by surprise you quickly try to put all your strength in carrying the figure. However, your fatigued body was fighting against you. After a few seconds of struggling Miguel lifted the villain and threw him over his shoulder again.

“I was right. As usual.” Miguel said as he stepped aside to walk around you.

“God, you're suffocating.” You mumbled as you walked with him outside of the building where the police and reporters had arrived. When you both stepped out lights of cameras flashed in your face as a few officers came up as Miguel dropped the Green Goblin into their custody. The police captain walked up to you.

“Nice work again Spiderwoman. Who is your companion?”

“No one. Just some pesky fly passing through.”

“A pesky fly?” Miguel’s eye lenses narrowed at you, not sure whether to chuckle or be insulted by your comment. After you finished talking to the police captain you shot your web out leaving the tall brooding figure behind you.

After swinging for a few minutes you land on the roof of your apartment building. Making sure no one can see you, you take off your mask as you inhale the fresh air around you, sick of the smell of sweat lingering in your mask. You turn around in surprise as you hear someone land on the roof from behind you. You roll your eyes when you see it was the same man as person.

“Miguel was it?” You arch your eyebrow as you briefly glance over his form.

“Yes.”

“Why are you following me? Also, what’s with the costume? I enjoy the fans who cosplay me but this is going a bit too far don’t you think?” You walk up to him as you greatly poke his chest but find that when your finger touches his suit, a small digital glitch appears where you poked him. Your cheeks lightly dusted a light shade of pink as you realized you were touching his bare chest. You took a step back and placed your hand down, making the suit go back to normal.

“How…”

“Like I was saying earlier back at the scene, I'm from a different dimension. In my dimension I’m Spiderman. There are an infinite amount of dimensions with their own version of spidersona. I created an elite strike force that is dedicated to protecting the multiverse and I want you to join.”

“You want me to be a part of your little squad?” You chuckle.

“It’s not a little squad. It’s an elite strike force.” Miguel argued, becoming frustrated by your humor. Your smile vanishes as you turn serious.

“Why me? If you saw there are an infinite amount of other spiders out there. Why did you choose me?”

“You have the potential to become one of the best spiders in the multiverse. With training you’ll get there in no time.”

“And by who? You?” You smile from your remark. If only you could see the reaction you were getting out of him behind his mask. You think for a moment if you should agree to his offer. It definitely was an enticing one.

“Well?” Miguel asked, beginning to grow impatient for you to answer. You let out a small chuckle as you smile, showing your dimples.

“Sure why not. How often do you have an opportunity like this one?”

…..

You huffed out loud, chest raising faster than usual as you sprawled out on the ground of Spider HQ training arena.

Three months of intense training with Miguel have been grueling. Waking up in the early morning and training until the sun had set long ago. For three months your body has been sore. You had to admit you were in the shape of your life and your skills had improved significantly. A large shadow blocked you from the irritating iridescent lights from above.

“Get up.” Miguel’s gruff voice echoed in the empty training center. When the both of you were training he didn’t open it for the rest of Spider HQ. Of course he opened two days out of the week for the rest of Spider society giving you a break. Until he deems you 100% ready, this will be your schedule for the foreseeable future.

“I can’t. My body is too sore to move. Leave me be.”

Miguel rolled his eyes as a small smile displayed on his lips from your dramatic attitude. He bent down and lifted you, carrying you bridal style to the nearest seat before setting you down gently. Your cheeks dusted red as your eyes met his soft brown gaze before looking away. Only you saw his natural eye color. When you first saw it about a month ago your heart went out of rhythm for a moment. Just like it was now.

“Um, thanks.”

“Of course, hermosa.”

“You know I don’t understand Spanish. I wish you would tell me what silly and probably degrading nickname you call me.”

“No can do.” Miguel chuckled as he saw the pout form on your lips.

“Well, maybe I can convince you to teach me.” You smile as you throw a towel at him, which he catches easily. He takes it and wipes the sweat away from his face before putting it over his bare shoulder.

“Maybe I will. If you don’t whine during training when you get tired.”

“No promises.” You grin up at him as you try to stand up but wince. You go to your dimensional watch as you press a few buttons to open a portal back to your world. “I’m taking tomorrow off.”

“What for?” Miguel’s brow knit together in confusion. This was the first time you had asked for the day off. He didn’t mind. But he was curious about your reason for asking to skip training.

“I have a date.” You look at him as you bite your lower lip as a nervous habit.

“A date?” Miguel's usual frown appeared on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest unknowingly flexing his biceps, which you happen to glance at.

“Yeah…met him at a coffee shop last week. I had a nice conversation with him and he asked me out to dinner.” You stop talking about it as you feel Miguel tense up when you begin to mention it.

“I have to go back to my office. Don’t be late to training the day after tomorrow.” Miguel ordered you, in his normal tone. He usually was nicer to you. Warm even. Without saying another word he began to walk away.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why the cold shoulder all of a sudden?” You move in front of him, stopping him from leaving. You lightly glare up at him as he looks down at you with his infamous frown. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, I’m sorry, Hermosa. I do have work to attend to. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.” He smiled slightly, gently putting his hand on your shoulder before gently moving you to the side and leaving. He couldn’t have you near him when he was angry. Of course it wasn’t his normal anger. He was angry that you were going to spend time with another man besides him. Yes, you weren’t his wife or girlfriend. But it still irked him greatly. He wanted you for himself.

As you watched him leave the training center your heart ached. Maybe going on this date is a mistake. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything to him. You fear that you might have broken something beautiful that was being built between you and Miguel over the past months. Or maybe it was only you feeling this way. Maybe it wasn’t mutual.

You walk through the portal to your dimension as you lay awake in your bed thinking about only one thing.

Miguel.

You spent your entire day off resting in bed to help soothe your sore body before your date. As the hours ticked by closer to your date the worse the nerves in your stomach became. Not because of your upcoming date but because your gut was telling you to not go on the date. That it was a mistake.

“Thank you for a nice dinner.” You say to the man next to you as you walk out of the restaurant.

“Of course. I had a nice time. We should do it again sometime.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks tinted red.

“Y-yeah. We should.” You smile at him. He was nice and a perfect gentleman. And he was cute. Not at the level of Miguel, but not bad. As you both ear back to your apartment you feel your watch vibrate non stop. It was always Miguel when you checked the caller ID. But you knew it wasn’t an emergency so you decided to ignore him.

As you made it to your apartment your eyes widened when you saw Miguel, in casual clothing leaning against your door, waiting for you. When he noticed you walking down the hallway you stood up straight, his gaze moving from your to the man walking next to you.

“Are you…” your date asked as you shook your head no.

“No, he's just my friend.” You say as you send Miguel a light glare. “Why are you here Miguel?”

“Came to check in on you. I wanted to make sure you weren't with a creep. Still unsure.” Miguel crossed his arms across his chest as he stared down at the man next to you. Your date was only a few inches taller than you, which made Miguel look like a tower.

“Hey man, let’s not go down this road. We were having a good time until you showed up.” Your date said as he took a few steps towards Miguel. Of course the intimidation tactic instantly failed him. Maybe with anyone else. Anyone else except Miguel.

“Well, your time with her is over now and she won’t be seeing you again. So leave.” Miguel took a step closer as he glared down at the man. You walked up to Miguel as you placed your hand on his upper arm.

“The date was lovely but I think it’s time I say good night.” You smile at your date who frowns when he realizes you chose Miguel over him before he left. You lightly slapped Miguel’s arm when you noticed the smirk on his face. His grin remained on his lips as he looked at you. It was hard to stay mad at him and hide your smile when he looked at you like that.

You noticed his eyes fog into a lustful gaze as he turns his full body towards you and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you against his chest.

“You deserve a better man than him, hermosa.”

“Do you have a clue who that man is?” Your grin as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I can give you a clue.” His grin widened as he took your chin, leaning down as his lips captured yours. A spark shot through your body up to your heart as you felt it glow. It wasn’t the only thing glowing in excitement as the kiss became hotter.

You quickly made your way into your apartment having a difficult time leaving each other’s lips on the other. Miguel grabbed your ass asking for you to wrap your legs around your waist, which you happily obliged as he made his way to your bedroom. His lips went from your lips to your neck as he laid you on the bed, hovering over you.

He stripped your clothing followed by his as his mouth left marks across your bare body. Miguel's mouth move back up from your chest to your neck as his lips reached your ear, whispering, “ You might be sore tomorrow morning, mi amor.”

…

Present Day

You were standing in the training room watching your mentee practice her different swinging techniques. The day began to leave as the sun left the sky. You looked at your watch and exactly on cue you got a message from your loving boyfriend saying he was finished with work.

“Ok that's it for today. Will continue training tomorrow.”

“Wait, we’ve only been training for three hours. I want to learn how to swing across upside down.” pouted Gwen.

“I’m sorry Gwen. But I have to give my attention now to Mr. Grump or he’ll begin to whine.” You chuckle.

As on cue Miguel walks up to you and Gwen followed by Hobie. Miguel smirks down at you, placing his hand on your lower back as he leans down to whisper something suggestive in your ear, making your cheeks blush followed by a small giggle escaping from your lips. You then wave goodbye to everyone before Miguel guides you back to his quarters.

“What did she mean by ‘Miguel needs her attention?’” Gwen asked, confused. Hobie grinned as he leaned down to whisper in her ear what you meant. Of course as soon as the words reached Gwen’s ear, her face turned cherry red as she covered her face with her hands. Hobie burst out in laughter holding his sides, as Gwen's reaction to his words was too cute and hilarious.

…

“I missed you, mi amor.” Miguel plants a kiss to your cheek as he leads you back to his quarters.

“Mig, you saw me this morning. But I missed you too.” You lean your head against his arm as you hold his hand.

Miguel opens the door to his quarters as he lets you in first. You gasp when you see a romantic set up displayed in the dining room.

“Happy first anniversary.” Miguel wrapped his arms from behind as he kissed your neck.

“Aw Mig, this is gorgeous. I love it, thank you. I can’t believe it’s been a year already. An amazing year. I’m glad you dragged my stubborn self here.” You turn around and kiss him, which he happily returned.

You were taken slightly by surprise when Miguel picked you up bridal style. The grin on your face widens when you notice the trail of rises leading to the bedroom.

“Now let me give you your second anniversary gift. I think you’ll love this one more.”

————————————————————————

Hope you enjoyed this long awaited sequel🥰

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel x reader #oneshot #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel x you #miguel imagine #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman

179 notes · View notes

pearlsinmyhair · 9 months

Text

₊ ⊹ the price of the name.

synopsis: reader has had a hard life, and now she’s an orphan. but someone just as lonely comes into her life to take her under his wing.

warnings: violence in this chapter (capture of an anomaly, star girl gets injured), mentions of getting stitches without anesthetic. The Fight ™. Miguel loses himself in anger twice (tread lightly). lots of cursing. use of spanish.

so…it does get worse after this chapter. hobie is a g (yes he’s here). as always, this is a platonic!miguel x reader fic, not a romantic one.

part i | part ii

word count: 2.7k

part iii: i’m not her

　　　. 　　˚　　　　*　　　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚

“let’s go over the process one more time.” miguel was saying as you both exited the trans-universe portal.

“no, please god, no.” you groaned, pressing your hand to the mask of you spider suit. “we must have gone over this a million times, miguel. this isn’t my first anomaly.”

the eye patterns of his suit narrowed. you had gotten to know his facial expressions well over the past nine months, even when he was wearing his mask.

“yes, but this one’s big. you’ve never tackled a big one before.” he claimed, and you rolled your eyes.

“telling me about it isn’t going to be the same as me actually experiencing it. just let me do my thing.” you responded, shooting a web to a nearby building and jumping up to swing.

miguel’s tight grip on the back of your suit held you still like a puppy, and you wriggled for a moment before giving in and letting him set you on the ground.

“we’re waiting for the other spider, remember? slow down.” miguel said firmly, hand resting at the base of your neck for a moment in a ‘stay’ gesture. you shrugged his hand off.

“who is it?” you asked. you had yet to work with someone other than miguel on missions. he preferred to work with you hands on, using the anomalies as a lesson.

yet another thing that was unusual: miguel didn’t do ‘partners’. jess was the closest to that before you.

miguel’s posture stiffened, and your spidey-senses tingled as you put the pieces together.

“don’t tell me.” you said in a giddy voice to him, and miguel pressed his fingers to his temples as if trying to relieve a headache.

before you could press him more, the sound of an all-too familiar guitar riff burst across the roof top you both stood on.

“hey, star girl.” came the sound of a familiar voice, slurred with a cockney accent.

you turned and ran straight to hobie, pounding your fist with his as you pulled you close by his arm around your shoulders.

“you two…know each other?” came miguel’s stern voice, glaring at you and hobie.

“yeah, we’ve met a few times around the base.” you explained as hobie shoved your shoulder playfully.

“y/n’s pretty hard to miss, boss. kinda surprised you assumed we hadn’t.” hobie said, and you didn’t miss the mocking tone in his voice as he looked at miguel.

you poked him in the ribs, willing him to behave.

he pinched your side in response, causing you to squeal and pull away from the spider punk beside you.

“enough play, let’s secure this anomaly.” miguel said, murmuring a curse in spanish as he turned from you and slung a web.

hobie looked down at you. “does he get jealous this of’en?” he asked, shooting a web of his own as he shifted his guitar up his shoulder.

you shrugged. “he’s not jealous, hobie. you just piss each other off.” you both jumped from the building, quickly locating the thing you were to capture.

“sure, i piss him off. but that was different. he’s got a soft spot, y/n”

you shrugged again as you pulled yourself up into a flip, locating the anomalies weak points.

it took a moment for you to realize just why miguel was so concerned.

the anomaly was a green goblin, and a quick one at that.

nine months ago you would have been useless in this fight. but now? miguel’s training has honed your skills, and you moved through the motions with the ease of a dancer in a well-rehearsed routine.

that was, until the goblin threw one of his smoke bombs right into your face.

the momentary blindness caused you to miss your webbing. you slammed through a window of a skyscraper into an office building, rolling across the floor and into a desk.

“fuck.” you murmured as you tried to stand, only for your legs to buckle. your ears rang from the bomb, and your eyes watered.

you removed your mask, taking a breath of fresh air as you tried to get your barings. you looked down at your body in an attempt to take stock of your injuries.

there was a laceration across your calf from the glass, and your shoulder throbbed. it took a second for you to realize that it was dislocated.

you took a few moments to rest your head back, fighting the urge to just sit and rest. you were needed. you had to get back.

you shifted up against the desk, manouveing your arm so that it sat in place before you shoved your body to the side.

you let out a strangled cry when your arm popped back into place, the pain bright but brief. your hearing was coming back, and you could hear the distant cackles of the green goblin as you stood.

you stepped to the broken window, taking a breath before you jumped back into the fight.

“hey star girl! you still with us?” shouted hobie from a distance, and you gave him a thumbs up.

he couldn’t afford the time to ask you more, simply nodding as he slammed his guitar against the goblin’s glider, causing the anomaly to fall.

orange silk stuck to the goblin’s chest, tugging him forward before a blue figure slammed into his chest, causing the two to fly into another building, disappearing from view.

you took a moment to just hang, catching your breath as you waited for miguel to give you and hobie the go ahead.

when nothing came, you scowled, swinging through the opening.

the sight that greeted you made your blood run cold.

you knew miguel could get mad. you had heard the whispers, heard the stories, listened to the tales of blood and broken bones that followed in his wake.

but nothing could compare to actually seeing his brutality.

miguel laid into the goblin, his fist colliding with his jaw over and over again, each impact sounding wetter than the last.

the anomaly’s mask was long sense shattered, and you could see the eyes of norman osborn just barely clinging to life.

“miguel stop.” you said, voice barely above a whisper as you fought down the bile rising in your throat.

but miguel didn’t hear you, slamming his fist against the goblin’s face again.

you should have known not to get too close. you were trained to stay away from close fist fights. but in that moment, nothing mattered.

you took a step closer and placed your hand against miguel’s back, trying to calm him. “mig, you need to st-“

his elbow collided with you nose with a sickening crunch. blood burst from it like a supernova, and your vision swam as you stumbled back a few steps.

hobie caught you under the armpits, hauling you back so you could both lean against a desk for support.

“miguel, what the fuck.” he was saying, voice low and angry as he pressed a ripped off part of his shirt to your nose. you winced in pain, and hobie’s eyes hardened even more.

when you finally got the courage to look up at your mentor, your mouth went dry.

because he was already looking at you, with the same mixture of guilt and regret that he had when he first took you as an apprentice.

he was on you in a second, hovering over you and cupping your face with clawed hands. looking wild while beating a man was one thing, but the devastated look he gave you now as he held you was much much worse.

hobie was still pissed, watching miguel from behind you, making sure that he was gentle.

miguel brushed the blood from your nose with a claw, looking tortured. all the while he was murmuring soft sentences in spanish, things that you didn’t quite have the mental capacity to translate, what with the broken nose and bleeding leg.

“lo siento, pequeña. no quise hacerlo, va a estar bien. mierda chica, lo siento mucho.”

you watched as hobie tapped at his watch in your peripheral, and an orange portal opened to your left. it seemed to snap miguel out of whatever trance he had fallen into, and he straightened.

he nodded to hobie, and the punk picked you up easily as miguel did the same for the now-unconscious green goblin.

“ready?” asked the spider holding you, though you knew him enough by now to understand that the question was mostly rhetorical.

you nodded as you pressed the back of your hand to your nose, preparing for the lecture that surely awaited you.

the four of you jumped into the portal, back to base.

₊ ⊹

the worst possible thing miguel can do is be quiet.

he did it often. once you had called him a ‘stewer’, because he would wait until whatever speech he was preparing was the perfect amount of cruel.

you sat in your designated chair with one leg up as the spider-doctor of the base bandaged it. it had needed stitches, and you had forced yourself to go through it without any kind of anesthesia. you had stitched up worse on your own before.

“two weeks rest, and then you’re able to go back in the field. just take it easy for now.” the doctor was saying, and you nodded. you were only truly half listening. the other half of your attention was placed upon miguel, who stood with his back turned to you not twenty feet away.

the doctor dismissed themselves, and you pulled your leg up to sit criss-cross in the chair.

it was a design by miguel himself, added when you needed a place to sit on days where your mentor was busy in his office.

you could still vaguely hear the echos of him explaining complex microbiology and gene-splicing as you did your research papers beside him.

miguel was silent for a few more beats, and you continued watching him, knowing that he felt you staring.

you had been his apprentice for nine months. you knew each others mannerisms well by now.

he let out the characteristic “you’re about to get an earful” sigh that typically haunted your nightmares.

“you almost died.”

oh.

you expected something a bit more barbed, but you could work with this.

“yes. i almost did. but i’m here, and i’m ok.”

“it doesn’t matter.” he said as he finally turned to you, with a solemn resignation in his eyes that made your heart stop.

“you. almost. died. y/n. and i can’t allow that while i’m your mentor. you’re benched.”

your confusion sharpened to irritation.

“you can’t bench me, miguel. i’m not a child.” you responded, rising from your seat. when you put weight against your freshly stitched leg you tripped slightly. miguel gave you a hard look as if it justified his decision.

“i’m your superior. if i say you’re done, you’re done. understood?” he said, with a note of finality that meant he didn’t want a response other than confirmation.

you shook your head, unwilling to back down. “no, i don’t understand.” you replied, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to look bigger next to his tall form.

“i don’t understand why you give me special treatment over others. i don’t understand why you feel the need to be so fucking protective over me. miguel, i don’t…” you sighed, gathering your words as he watched you with a carefully controlled expression.

“i know you feel a certain…responsibility over me because i’m your apprentice. and i understand your concern. but i’m also a person. i’m eighteen, soon to be nineteen. i can handle scrapes and bruises. it’s what we do-“

“y/n, it wasn’t just scrapes and bruises this time. you flew through a fucking window. jesus christ, kid, i thought you were dead.” his tone leaned to desperation, and it made any words you had prepared die in your throat.

sweet clarity.

miguel laying into the green goblin like it was personal, like it was vengeance. how the moments that you took to rest were probably actually minutes, making it look like you went AWOL. how when miguel accidentally elbowed your nose, he probably expected to find you bleeding amongst glass rather than clutching your face.

but the sympathy that normally accompanied your conversations with miguel was gone. instead, words sharpened like blades on your tongue.

“this isn’t fucking fair, miguel. i didn’t ask for this.” you said lowly.

his eyes narrowed at you. “and what exactly is this.”

the words on the tip of your tongue, ready to fire like bullets at the weakest part of miguel. the must vulnerable.

there was always an unspoken fifth rule of your partnership.

never, under any circumstances, talk about his daughter.

“being treated like i’m gabriella. like i’m some second chance for you to make things right. as if i’m just another option to make your life happier-“

you didn’t get to finish.

miguel’s hands clenched the collar of your suit, lifting you so that your toes barely brushed the ground. it wasn’t strangling, but the way he glared down at you promised violence.

your breath caught in your throat as he looked at you, rage palpable as his claws created puncture holes in your suit.

but you trudged on. you had repressed these thoughts for too long.

“miguel, you can’t lock me in a tower and call it love.”

all at once, the rage faded, and the grip on your collar ceased.

you dropped to the floor, wheezing. but a web hit your chest, easing you down. you followed its trail back to the owner.

hobie brown stood in the entrance way to miguel’s office, looking livid. but he said nothing.

that was always the wonderful thing about hobie. he knew when to wait for your signal.

“listen to me very carefully, kid. you will go home, now. you will get the fuck out of this demension as soon as this conversation is over, and you will stay out of it until further notice.” miguel growled, looking down at you.

“you will not be called on any missions, and you will not respond to any invitations to help.” he looked pointedly at hobie. “if you do, i will take your watch and drag you back to your dimension myself. am i understood?”

you looked at him from the ground, frustrated tears in your eyes. there was no way out.

“yes sir.”

you got up and walked out of the office.

₊ ⊹

hobie followed you, keeping pace with your limping step.

“are you really gonna listen to that prick?” he asked, glaring at some nosy spiders that stared. “he’s a fucking idiot if he thinks your gonna stop-“

“i am going to, hobie. i’m going home.” you told him, and the spider-punk paused.

“you saw how he looked at me. do you think he’s going to be kind when he finds me swinging with you or pav with anomalies? you think he won’t drag me back?” you knew miguel well. and you knew his resolve.

he wouldn’t hesitate to take your watch. he wouldn’t hesitate to confine you to your own reality, never to see him or your friends again.

all for the sake of protecting you.

‘you could have died.’

“you said your parents are gone, right?” hobie asked, and you stopped walking at the audacity of that question. when you turned to him, he raised his hands up to show you he meant no harm.

“i just don’t think you should be alone right now. come crash in my flat. we’ll find something to do other than wallow in our own misery, ay?”

you deflated, wanting nothing more than to sink into hobie’s embrace. and you did, allowing him to pull you close as the tears you were holding back finally escaped your eyes, leaking onto hobie’s blue shirt, mixing with the blood that stained it from your nose.

he tapped his watch to open another portal, and you spared one last glance towards the direction of miguel’s office before you stepped through it.

masterlists | part iv

so…like i said…it does get worse in the next chapter. i hope that you all liked this one ♡. stay tuned…

“lo siento, pequeña. no quise hacerlo, va a estar bien. mierda chica, lo siento mucho. - i’m sorry, little one. i didn’t mean to do it, it’s going to be ok. shit kid, i’m so sorry.

taglist:

@pearlssdiary @zeyzeys-stuff @alexisabirdie @ifuckyourmom @hagdgishbr @migueloharaslxt @ladynecromancer @ladyfairenvale

#the price of the name #miguel x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x fem!reader #platonic!miguel ohara x reader #dad!miguel o’hara #daughter!reader #star girl #star girl hasn’t paid in full yet #miguel x reader #miguel ohara atsv #miguel atsv

372 notes · View notes

asterthought · 1 year

Text

This is what happens when I reintroduce myself into a Hijack brainrot while I'm still in the Parksborn one.

I kinda got inspired by @sboochi 's ROTBTD Spider-verse AU

THIS WAS SUCH A RANDOM IDEA BUT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT!

Rise of the brave tangled dragons x Spider-Man AU where Hiccup is in Peter Parker's place meaning he got bitten by the spider and turned into a superhuman. Jack, even being his best friend, doesn't know about it.

They're both in college, Hiccup is in some STEM major, Jack is in arts, but they're roomates. Jack visits Hiccup often at his lab but one day he ends up messing with an experiment that was using pure liquid nitrogen. The accident gives Jack not only terrible frostbites in his face, hands and basically everywhere else, but also gives him the ICONIC ice powers.

I was planning to make it a little more simple by making Jack just be the Green Goblin (II) to keep him close to being the Harry Osborn of the story, but I decided to make him a slightly more original "villain" by giving him a backstory related with his actual powers. Anyway, you can see I also took inspo from Dane's Green Goblin for the very simple desing I made-

#my art #fanart #fan art #hijack #hijack au #rise of the guardians #rotg #jack frost #rotg jack frost #httyd #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #rise of the brave tangled dragons #rotbtd #rotbtd au #spider man au #spiderman au #kallmefren

182 notes · View notes

bestanimatedmovie · 1 year

Text

Tumblr's favorite animated movie, Round 1!

Classification round | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4

Round 1:

Results overview

A Monster in Paris vs Sailor Moon R: The Movie

A Silent Voice vs Shaun the Sheep Movie

A Troll in Central Park vs Rugrats in Paris: The Movie

Asterix: The Mansions of the Gods vs Lu Over the Wall

Astro Boy vs Ferdinand

Azur and Asmar: The Princes' Quest vs Puella Magi Madoka Magica the Movie Part III: Rebellion

Barbie & the Diamond Castle vs The Great Mouse Detective

Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus vs My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper vs Revolutionary Girl Utena: The Adolescence of Utena

Barbie Princess Charm School vs Turning Red

Batman and Mr. Freeze: SubZero vs Robots

Batman Ninja vs Barbie Fairy Secret

Belle vs 101 Dalmatians

Birdboy: The Forgotten Children vs The Princess and the Goblin

Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie vs All Dogs go to Heaven

Chicken Run vs Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time vs Green Snake

Despicable me vs Wreck-it-Ralph

Fantastic Mr Fox vs Wendell & Wild

Fantastic Planet vs Anomalisa

Gnomeo & Juliet vs Ernest & Celestine

Home on the Range vs A Goofy Movie

Hoodwinked! vs Lupin the Third: The Castle of Cagliostro

Ice Age vs WALL-E

In This Corner of the World vs We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story

Interstella 5555: The 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem vs The Tale of John and Marie

Isle of Dogs vs Weathering with You

James and the Giant Peach vs Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Klaus vs Summer Wars

Kubo and the Two Strings vs Bambi

Liz and the Blue Bird vs Tekkonkinkreet

Madagascar vs Encanto

Mary and Max vs The Sea Beast

Monsters vs Aliens vs Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks vs Night Is Short, Walk on Girl

Night on the Galactic Railroad vs Metropolis

One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island vs Star☆Twinkle Precure the Movie: Wish Upon a Song of Stars

Paprika vs The Secret of Kells

ParaNorman vs Suzume

Penguins of Madagascar vs The Sword in the Stone

Persepolis vs The Garden of Words

Phineas and Ferb: The Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension vs Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus

Planet Hulk vs Zombillenium

Pocahontas vs The Tale of the Princess Kaguya

Pokémon Heroes vs Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

Porco Rosso vs Meet the Robinsons

Quest for Camelot vs Digimon Adventure: Our War Game

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas vs The Nightmare Before Christmas

Spookley the Square Pumpkin vs Kirikou and the Sorceress

Tales of the Night vs Stormy Night

Tehran Taboo vs Emesis Blue

The Adventures of Tintin vs Bee Movie

The Book of Life vs The Aristocats

The Boy and the Beast vs Waltz with Bashir

The Brave Little Toaster vs Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker

The Breadwinner vs Millennium Actress

The Congress vs The Legend of Hei

The Fabulous Baron Munchausen vs Ringing Bell

The Jungle Book vs Wolf Children

The LEGO Batman Movie vs Kung Fu Panda 2

The Lego Ninjago Movie vs Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses

The Lion King II: Simba's Pride vs Watership Down

The Little Prince vs Loving Vincent

The Pagemaster vs Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade

The Phantom Tollbooth vs The Sorcerer's Apprentice

The Secret World of Arrietty vs 9

The Thief and the Cobbler vs Felidae

The Wind Rises vs Brother Bear

Tokyo Godfathers vs 5 Centimeters per Second

Trolls World Tour vs Promare

Unicorn Wars vs Batman: Gotham by Gaslight

Whisper of the Heart vs Batman: Under the Red Hood

#round 1 #long post #best animated movie #animated #animation #not a poll #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

172 notes · View notes

bkworm5 · 1 year

Text

harry osborn is a pathetic, wet, sopping mess of a man and i love him dearly for it

#my poor little meow meow #harry osborn #green goblin ii #marvel #spiderman #mine

6 notes · View notes

hellomystraightlacedfriend · 1 year

Text

Harry Osborn/Green Goblin II & Dmitri Smerdyakov/The Chameleon

#villain team up #harry osborn #green goblin #green goblin ii #dmitri smerdyakov #the chameleon #marvel #marvel comics #marvel 616 #fanart #my art #my post #spider man

8 notes · View notes

oliveroctavius · 7 months

Note

How do you think the Peter/Harry plays out in the universe where Gwen is the one bitten by the spider and not Peter?

Maybe you wanted me to theorize on their 616 selves, but I see @theopolis already did that for me.

If you mean Spider-Gwen's universe? That's kinda hard to say. Peter's death happens before the comic even starts. (IMO that's a bit of a problem with Earth-65; some of the most interesting differences we only ever see in quick recaps and flashbacks!)

I think this is largely forgotten, but Peter's prom rampage started out of jealousy towards Harry. Partly because Harry tried to ask Gwen to prom, but it's more than that.

A large difference here is that Norman was never the Green Goblin. Norman still sucks a bit from what little we see of him, but he's not the violently domineering misogynist of 616. So Harry is rather more well-adjusted, and the Harry/Peter dynamic is almost inverted. Peter is bitter and people-pleasing and trying, by hook or crook or serum, to prove himself. And while Harry is a deeply lonely person, he has a certain level of self-worth that Peter struggles with.

But watching Peter die does a number on him.

In a weird way, Peter is the Norman figure for Earth-65 Harry. In the shadow of Peter's death, he develops confused feelings of believing that someone he loved deeply died hating him, resenting himself for having been too frightened and weak to act and protect him, and eventually dosing himself with Peter's Lizard serum in order to be strong enough to fight Spider-Woman. He even talks about himself as an extension of Peter:

It's an intense relationship, but only briefly explored, from my admittedly limited Spider-Gwen knowledge. (All these panels are from Spider-Gwen II #1-6.) And a lot of the changes are ultimately due to other ripple effects than simply who got bitten by a spider. Spider-Gwen being a multiversal character from the start, the civilians of her world don't quite get their due.

#spider gwen #parksborn #ah yes. the wildly inconsistent skin tones of e65 harry.#comics #anon #harry osborn

79 notes · View notes

comiicii · 7 months

Text

Hummingbird II

Backdrop: You and Miles have been best friends since you were babies. Doesn't mean that the friendship never faced hardships. Pairing: e!1610 Miles Morales x fem!spider!reader Warnings: none, probably some grammar errors and my attempt at fluff with the characters. y'know before the inevitable has to happen A's notes: apologies for this not coming out sooner. also, i don't think i clarified in the first chapter that reader is also hispanic. i'll be sprinkling in some spanish words moving forward. if you'd like to be tagged, do let me know in the comments. Translations: a comer = time to eat | amiga = friend (feminine) | mi vida = my life, darling, dear etc. | lo adoro = i adore/love it Word count: 2.5k PREVIOUS | NEXT

After that, you brought up the subject every now and then. You had spotted on his notebook once a quick doodle of you swinging around. It was from a clip he’d seen on the news and thought it was cool. When Araña was brought up, Miles never had anything but good things to say. Always commenting on how cool she looked on a video he’d seen of her stopping robbers or the one time he heard her speak Spanish to an older woman as she was helping cross the street. His words were indirectly helping you to keep going.

You tried harder to salvage the friendship you had with him as you came up on two years of fighting alongside Peter. You had more study sessions together (which you were still sometimes late to) and you did your best to keep him involved in your life.

The study sessions that the two of you had were also becoming more frequent as you were gearing up for entry exams for Brooklyn Visions Academy. If you did well on the exam, you would be entered into a lottery that could land you the opportunity to attend the school. You were naturally academically gifted - didn’t mean you never studied, though. You knew that this could be great for your future. You wanted to make a difference in the world and while Brooklyn Middle had great programs, BVA would be a step in the right direction to get you where you wanted to be for college. Two students would be selected from the lottery after the school year ended.

You and Miles alternated study session locations; the last one being at his place before the entry exam. Mrs. Morales adored having you in her home. She was worried when you didn’t stop by as much; going as far as to ask your father about your well-being (he claimed you were going through puberty and all that ‘teenage angst’). Mr. Morales breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed you and Miles were studying together again; he always thought of you as a good influence on his son. You complimented him in areas where he wasn’t the best and knew him a lot better than they would these days.

The two of you had been studying for the last few hours and you had informed your family that you would be eating dinner at Miles’. Peter also knew that this was an important time for you and let you have the night to study, rest and enjoy your time with Miles.

“I think I’m going to pass out if I have to look at another page of equations.” you groaned on his bed, falling back onto the pillows. Miles could only laugh on the floor, agreeing with your statement completely.

“¡A comer!” Mrs. Morales yelled from the kitchen. You silently thanked the heavens for her impeccable timing.

As you two set the table, the TV flashed to a picture of Spider-Man and ‘Spider-Girl’, reporting on an update of the Green Goblin you two had thwarted the previous night. You didn’t pay much attention to it once you heard them refer to you as Spider-Girl. Oh, how you dreaded them calling you that.

“It’s terrible that he’s gotten a young girl believing that she can just swing in and not take responsibility for her actions!” Mr. Morales hollered at the screen as he helped bring the food to the table.

Miles rolled his eyes at his father, never really agreeing with his dad’s opinions on the superhero. He mumbled under his breath about how he didn’t understand. You quietly chuckled at his statement. He was a cop after all. What you and Peter were doing was helping but technically illegal.

The conversation was quickly squashed before it even started by Rio when she looked at Jeff with a look. She didn’t want to hear any talk about work or superheroes at the table. Dinner was spent eating and catching up with the family that hadn’t consistently seen you in a while. Rio had expressed that you could talk to her if you were going through something, appreciating how much she cared about you like you were her daughter. She always looked out for you. Jeff had asked the two of you about studying for the entry exams. You had shown more enthusiasm for the opportunity to study at BVA more so than Miles. Before the two of them could get into it, you mentioned how much you appreciated Miles helping you study. You knew how hard his father could be, despite meaning well. You always tried to make Miles look good in front of his parents to spare him. Miles bumped his knee with yours under the table as a ‘thank you’. It seemed like the two of you were getting back into the swing of things like before. That night, you ended up sleeping over for the first time in a little over a year. It warmed your heart knowing that your friendship with Miles was settling back to the way it was.

When you were chosen in the lottery with Miles to go to BVA, you couldn’t be happier. You felt as if it was a sign that life wasn’t going be terrible. It signaled to you that you could handle your school and spider-life. Or so you believed.

After you turned 14, you had begun pestering Peter to start trusting you to tag along with him to fight more of the big bad guys he was always on the news about fighting. He didn’t want you messing with the ‘big leagues’ yet as he was worried about your safety. 14 still meant you were a kid, after all. Even if you were 21, Peter would’ve still been hesitant. Last thing he needed was to further traumatize you or possibly get you killed. It wasn’t until you bothered him beyond belief and pinky swore that you’d get out if it got too dangerous. It meant that you’d leave Peter to fight for himself if it got to be too risky to keep you safe. You and Peter both had families that cared about you but his family wasn’t in the dark about the crime-fighting. He’d rather risk himself than have to explain to your family why he couldn’t keep you safe.

Meanwhile, Miles didn’t enjoy being at BVA. He quite loathed it. While he had you there with him, your schedules weren’t the same; three classes in total you had together. The school load was also stressful and it felt as though he didn’t belong. Didn’t mean that you weren’t stressed either. You were practically drowning in your own thoughts of your future on top of the work load from school and your spider duties. You were barely getting any sleep and had debated on letting a few classes suffer for the sake of lessening the stress of your life. You just seemed to have a better way of hiding your stress than Miles - something he commented on when he realized that you were just as stressed but didn’t show it. Thankfully the two of you had lunch together to connect and stress together. It hurt to see that your best friend didn’t see himself fitting into the school. You always told him to give the school a shot because maybe, just maybe, he may like it. He often wished to be back at Brooklyn Middle. He described the school as ‘elitist’ and that neither him or you belonged because it was always going to be you two against the world.

It was a saying the two of you bonded over - especially since it was the name of one of your favorite songs. You had originally voiced the phrase when you were both 10. Already feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. Miles knew that your home life wasn’t always peaceful and that you took on more than you should’ve, emotionally speaking, for a 10-year-old. Miles always did his best to let you know that he was there for you. Whenever your family stressed you out, you would find yourself on the roof of his building, staring at the sunset, waiting for the sky to turn navy. You two had managed to keep a giant sleeping bag stashed there to lay on and go under when the nights turned cold. It was your own private hiding spot from the world. On particularly stressful days, one or both of you would bring food to eat your feelings.

“Hey Miles,” you turned your head to look at the boy who had just listened to you ramble about what was going on in your headspace for the last 30 minutes.

“Yeah, Y/N?” he kept looking up at the sky.

“Are you scared of the future? What may happen to us?”

“Yes and no,” he chuckled, finally turning to look at you, a small smile creeping in.

“Why’s that?”

“‘Cause, you and I are bound to change and yeah, I’m scared that you won’t want to hang around me at some point buuut,”

“But?”

“I’m also sure that you and I will always be in each other’s lives - can’t get rid of me that easily, Y/N.” he reached over to tickle your side, earning you a laugh as music softly played along with the natural sounds of Brooklyn. Your favorite, 2pac’s ‘Me Against The World’ started playing in the air.

“It’ll be us against the world”

“Always, amiga”

You smiled across the table at the memory. You knew that he could succeed in BVA. He didn’t get lucky, both of you deserved to be here. You didn’t want him to quit when there was a possibility for him to do great things and prove himself to all the other snobs that he was just as smart, if not, smarter than all of them.

“C’mon Miles, you’ve barely given it two weeks,” you started as you played with the food in front of you.

“Now you’re starting to sound like my dad,” he groaned. The comparison stung a bit but you kept your face neutral.

“Y’know you deserve to be here just as much as these other richy-rich kids” you started, not wanting your frustrations to shine through.

“Y/N, if I flunk a couple more tests, they’re sure to kick me out and back to Brooklyn Middle,” he was growing frustrated at not being understood, “all our friends are there.”

“Your friends are there, Miles. Not mine…not anymore.” you were now getting a jump start on an assignment, trying to distract yourself from the loss of a few friends because of your crime fighting. It was a painful reminder of how quickly people were willing to let you go.

“Y/N, I don’t know why you want to stay here so ba-“

“Because I care about my future Miles,” now you were yelling, “you’re not the only one who has had to sacrifice so much to get here!” a few sets of eyes were staring at you and Miles. Not wanting to make more of a scene, you grabbed your belongings and walked out on your best friend who sat there hurt and embarrassed for the second time since arriving at the school (the first being when his dad dropped him off at the beginning of the week).

You didn’t speak to Miles for the remainder of the day. You didn’t mean to yell but you knew what you needed was to patrol with Peter to get away from your schoolwork and all your other stress. It was good that you lucked out and didn’t get a roommate. Well, you did for two days and then she was gone - you don’t know if she couldn’t handle the pressure or something else had happened.

“Tough day at school today?” Peter started from your dorm window.

“Don’t wanna talk about it, Pete.” you grumbled as you pulled your mask on.

He didn’t bring it up for the rest of the night.

The following day, you had run late to your first class and tried multitasking during classes. By the time lunch rolled around, you and Miles still sat together, just didn’t say a word. He was listening to music as he ate while you worked and ate. You know Peter would’ve laughed if he saw the two of you. You were both mad at each other but you were still sitting together eating lunch. It was a testament to your friendship. The two of you could argue and yell at each other but like you both had said various times, you couldn’t get rid of the other easily. It would take a lot to leave each other. You knew in your heart of hearts that you could never leave Miles, no matter what he did. You loved the boy so much and considered him a lifeline. If you cut that, you don’t think you’d survive the world. Miles felt about the same. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that the two of you would be in each other’s lives forever; even through the ups and downs of life.

You had your final class of the day with Miles. It was an English Literature class and you had been assigned a personal assignment that your teacher decided was a good way to get to know the students. You were allowed to work alongside a partner for the remainder of class to brainstorm and start the assignment. Quietly, you and Miles made your way to each other, sitting in the back corner of the room on the floor. Miles had taken out his sketchbook to start brainstorming some ideas for how he could title his paper. You had forgotten your sketchbook in your locker. Regardless, you weren’t as skilled as Miles when it came to art. You mainly did little doodles in the margins of your notebooks. Which is why Miles referred to your sketchbook as a ‘doodle book’.

“I’m sorry for losing my cool with you, Miles” You bumped your shoulder with his as you aimlessly doodled on your notepad.

“Don’t worry about it, mi vida.” he was already writing something out on a page that had a few drawings. One that particularly stood out was a side profile of Araña. “I know how hard you worked to be here and I’m more than happy to have you here with me.” he smiled as he continued sketching.

“What’re you going to title your essay?” you rested your head on his shoulder, a natural position the two of you were often seen in.

“I’m not sure yet but I thought of one for yours,” he mindlessly spoke, his attention on getting the design just right for you, “if you like it, of course.”

Your eyes started focusing on the word he had spelled out, the lettering he kept simple, almost delicate.

“Hummingbird?” you eyed him, brows furrowed.

“Yeah…I read somewhere that they bring good luck if you’re visited by one,” he stated as he continued detailing around the lettering, “I think it suits you.” he sheepishly smiled.

You couldn’t help but smile and placed a quick peck on his cheek, “I don’t like it, Miles.” you state with a smile on your lips as you bring your focus back to your notepad.

“Lo adoro”

#miles morales x reader #miles morales imagine #e!1610 miles x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse imagine #across the spiderverse imagine #astv imagines #into the spiderverse imagine #into the spiderverse imagines #marvel imagines #marvel imagine

59 notes · View notes