#spiderman trauma | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

keys-hellscape-1020 · 10 months

Text

Yeet.

A/N: this is just pure word vomit. I’m so sorry. The title is SO bad but I was giggling so hard when I wrote it. Also this is literally so fucking self-indulgent.

Summary: Spider-People have a sixth sense. This is common knowledge to anyone who intimately knows one. What you didn’t know however was that it can occasionally misinterpret intentions, leading to disastrous results.

Hobie Brown x gn!Reader

Contents: No use of Y/N, anxiety mentions, reader gets full on thrown through a window, reader dissociates (symptoms of dissociation are described in depth), reader gets injured, angst, hurt/comfort

————

It was mid-afternoon, the sun starting to lower towards the sky-line as you hauled your bags back from the grocery store. It wasn’t a long walk, not by any means, by the bags were heavy with ingredients for dinner and the sun was at the perfect angle to shine in your eye.

As you dragged yourself through the lobby of your apartment you could feel your heart flutter at the gentle vibration of your phone in your pocket. Hobie must be telling you that he entered through the window. How you longed to see him, today had been impossibly long and he had a subtle way of making everything better.

As you shuffled your way into the elevator, smacking the button awkwardly with your elbow, you impatiently watched as you rose through the levels of your apartment building.

It felt like a century. But eventually you were met with the sweet ding of the elevator reaching the correct floor. You dragged yourself one last time out of the elevator and down the hall, however instead of the sound of sweet guitar cords you were met with silence.

You anxiously creep down the hallway. When Hobie comes over he always plays his guitar loud enough for the whole floor to hear. As annoying as it was to your neighbors you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop, the sweet melody melting the stress right off your bones.

You somehow manage to mangle your key out of your pocket without putting anything down, and as soon as you’re inside you’re dropping your groceries without a care in the world and pulling out your phone.

As you unlock it your worst fear is confirmed, it was Hobie texting you alright. Him not playing his guitar almost certainly meant something was horribly wrong. To make matters worst Hobie had said he had a “surprise” for you. That made the anxiety in your stomach twist even harder, the idea of one of Hobie’s many enemies capturing him, or using you to get to him sparking to life in your mind.

You leave the door to your apartment open a crack, just incase you need to run, and creep down the hallway. The door to your bedroom is open just a crack, and light is spilling out of your room, causing you to hold your breath as you creep closer.

You perch on your toes, hoping to decrease the chance of someone hearing you as you near the door, hands posed at your side, ready to fight for your life or run as fast as your legs could carry you at a moments notice.

You lean on the door frame and push the door open another few inches using the side of your foot, holding your breath as the hinges let out a loud squeak.

When you don’t hear any immediate threats coming from inside the room you carefully shift your weight forward, gripping the door frame like it would keep you from harm.

You feel your heart leap with relief as you see not one of Hobie’s enemies, but Hobie himself. He’s sitting in your desk chair, facing the closed window. He has his guitar in his hands, but that is not what stands out to you. Instead what stands out is the pair of headphones on his head, forcing his wicks out of the way in a messy way that shows he has not taken much care when placing them on his head in the first place.

You scrunch your nose in delight at the comical sight and decide that some teasing is in order, after the near heart attack he gave you.

You creep forward, your movements reminding you of a cat as a Cheshire grin grows on your face. You still completely when you’re in pouncing distance and you see Hobie’s finger still on his guitar strings. A small cue, but one that indicated you’re plan would be foiled if you didn’t attack right… Now!

You pounce forward, you barely feel your nails scrap the thread of Hobie’s shirt before a firm force is pressing on your stomach, pushing you up and over yourself.

You can barely breath, a second and an eternity pass as you crash through the air.

You don’t think you’ve ever hit anything as hard as you just did.

The top of your head and one of your shoulders feel the crunch of the impact first, but it does nothing to slow your movements as your thighs crumple downwards you, and then past you still.

It doesn’t take you long to realize that you’re falling.

Not that you had a long time to realize.

You didn’t realize that you had the instinct to face the ground. Was that something that was impeded in every human? Or were you simply privy to this trait as you saw your boyfriend leap through the air on a near daily basis?

Whatever the cause, your descent is stopped by the feeling of something pulling on your back. It reminds you of how a bully would pull on your backpack in middle school, only if the bully was a double-decker bus instead of a 12 year old.

Your internal debate on the nature of 12-year-old assholes is stopped as you feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you in through the cracked frame of a window.

You didn’t remember being pulled in the wrong way through the air. Traveling in reverse. But it would be impossible to forget Hobie’s face staring at you with as much concern as you’ve ever seen on it, eyes wide and almost glassy.

You can feel the tightness of his grip on your shoulders, and you’re sure his fingerprints will be imprinted in your skin. You can see his mouth moving quickly but you can’t hear his voice.

You look vaguely at the busted window frame, the wood is cracked and splintering in nearly a hundred places. You fear your landlords reaction when he sees that. How are you going to explain it?

You feel Hobie gently brushing your forehead with his thumb, pulling you from your thoughts. You look down and see small specks of glass, almost like glitter, dusting your lap. You raise a hand to your head and it comes back a deep vermilion, you swear it sparks the same as that damned glitter.

You feel Hobie’s hand on your cheek, turning your eyes towards him.

“You with me?” Hobie’s eyes are large and concerned, troubled brows peering at you.

You can barely find the strength to make eye contact, mind still far off, falling through the atmosphere, clouds catching in your throat.

You feel Hobie’s firm thumb on your cheek, consistent pressure pulling your mind back down to earth.

“Hey now. Focus on me.”

You blink a few times, and slowly feel your bones becoming solid once more. You can hear the traffic out the window, Hobie’s breathing, feel the warmth of blood on your head. You find your chest naturally matching the rhythm of Hobie’s as he breathes deeply, prompting you to copy him.

You go to reach up to your head once more, intent of seeing how bad your injury is, but Hobie grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back down.

He stares at you for an intense moment before he scoops you up bridal style, being so incredibly gentle as he stands.

“Let’s get you cleaned up Luv.” He sounds more quite and subdued then you have ever heard him. He walks oh so gently, slow and smooth so as not to bump or jostle you.

He sits you down on the counter of the bathroom gently, and pulls a first-aid kit out from under the sink. Typically it is you patching him up after patrol, looks like the tables have turned this time.

He works in utter silence. His first mission is staunching the wound on your head. It’s no where near the point of requiring stitches, it had simply bleed a lot as head wounds are prone to doing. He cleans the wound efficiently, and before you know it the wound is hidden by a thick, white bandage on your forehead.

The rest of your wounds are thankfully small, and don’t take much treatment. After a few wipes from a damp cloth and some Neosporin your wounds are treated. The only evidence that still prove the incident occurred recently is your blood stained clothing.

Hobie stays in the same spot he was in as he treated your wounds, hovering almost. His normally large presence has shrunk and if your didn’t know better you’d say he was trying to hide himself away from you.

You are staring at your hands, finding your fingers very interesting as the intense silence clouds the air, closing in around your throat you want to say something to break it, but your throat chokes in on itself as soon as you open it.

“I’m sorry.”

Hobie looks so small as he whispers those words to you. His hands are ghosts on your thighs, you can feel him, but you’ve never felt so separated from him. He eyes the tile of the bathroom and you can practically see him beating himself up, pulling away from you in a belligerent attempt to protect you.

You gently place a hand on his cheek and turn his face towards yours, forcing him to look at you. “I don’t blame you.”

“I know.”

“I still trust you.”

He glanced away from you briefly, and blinks aggressively like he’s fighting off tears. “Are you sure you should?”

Instead of a verbal response you take one of his hands from your thigh and guide it your head, setting the tips of his fingers right on the thick bandage that lays there. “This is proof that you care. That it was an accident and we both regret it. I trust you with my life.”

He suddenly lurches forward, pulling you into his body with a sob. You hold him gently as he cries into you, rubbing his back comfortingly, letting him feel his emotions and let them out.

You have no idea how long you sat there on your bathroom counter, blood stained clothing as you try to piece back together the broken pieces of your boyfriend without any words. But none were needed.

686 notes · View notes

incorrect-riordanverse · 11 months

Text

the gods cant interfere with ‘life-or-death’ situations with their demigod children because they’re all canon events

632 notes · View notes

punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

Text

I've made post about how Miles and Hobie are Aang and Katara but literally nobody's pointed this out too so here it is

132 notes · View notes

superalloyman · 1 year

Photo

Highly recommend going through some of the ATSV TV spots frame by frame - saw this incredible little detail while grabbing suit references (Miguel puts away his claws just before he misses Miles)

Those talons are legit pretty damn deadly and its so funny to see him keep them out as some kind of threat display until the very last second, but he definitely isn’t out to actively harm Miles

#across the spiderverse spoilers #Miles Morales #miguel o'hara #Although that would still be a pretty painful slap #but pretty much every spiderman doesn't give half a shit about blunt force trauma anyway #The fken animators holy shit #Especially since this is still a CG animated film #The claw removal was definitely a conscious decision even if it would never be seen ottherwise #Whoever did this shot made goddamn sure they got every single detail in there

379 notes · View notes

theshadowrealmitself · 11 months

Text

Back to the Spiderman au I have where Peter has radioactive venom and accidentally bites Miles when the kid is trying to help him, and because he’s so full of guilt at accidentally doing this to the kid (especially in one of those universes where people absolutely hate the x-men and stuff, being mutated might ruin that person’s life), he takes him under his wing to teach him everything about his new powers and before he knows it, Miles is working alongside him as a new hero

For that au, I’m now thinking about that version of Peter trying to rescue Gwen, and in the end the only thing that can help her is for her to be turned, so he shares his venom, and to Peter it’s this incredibly horrible event where he’s dragged another person into this life of being mutated, but Miles, who is next to him and has never once been unhappy about gaining powers, is like “welcome to the web warriors!!! you’re one of us now!!! :D”

#my incredibly self indulgent spiderman au #originally I was thinking that only Peter gets all his hair changed to red and blue because he’s both born as a mutant #and later turned radioactive #but actually I think it would be fun if every person who gets turned gets their hair changed into their color scheme #miles gets red and also keeps his black hair #what would Gwen get?#if it’s like her ghost spidey alt self maybe white and pink hair?#Spiderman #spider man #spider-man #peter parker #miles morales #Gwen Stacy #I like to imagine that while Peter has all this angst attached to his backstory and being Spidey #Miles is just enjoying every second of it #not to say that Peter doesn’t also enjoy being Spidey #just it’s balanced with the angst #Miles hasn’t really experienced that angst #yet?#I kinda wanna keep him just a happy superhero doing good because it’s the right thing to do without trauma pushing him towards it #y’know?

262 notes · View notes

thesunlikehoney · 11 months

Text

Seeing some pretty gross posts about Miguel, and... It's actually pretty important that Miles, an Afrolatino character, is both making friends with the younger generation of POC and in direct conflict with the older generation of POC. Like yeah Gwen and Peter B. are still important figures in his life for good and now also bad reasons, but it is Miguel and Jessica who he has an ideological conflict with. It is Hobie who in some ways takes over as a mentor and guide. Margo helps him escape. Pavitr is someone Miles himself helps and gives advice to. The antagonist is not Latino because they wanted to use stereotype shorthand to make everyone understand how dangerous he is, he is Latino because Miles is Latino. And surprise surprise this movie has a lot to say about-- not generational trauma per say, but community trauma. About what happens when shared trauma starts to define the boundaries of who is and who isn't a member of your community, rather than shared passions and shared dreams and shared missions.

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miles morales #across the spiderverse spoilers #media analysis #it's about the Themes #because. the reason my grandpa doesn't consider himself mexican is because he got out #he did the right and proper american thing and converted and worked his way out of poverty and married a white lady #so he's not mexican anymore he's american. because he doesn't live with the same trauma that the rest of his mexican family live with #and idk #i just think about that a lot #my grandpa is so proud of the way he assimilated #i've never heard him speak spanish #and i know there was a lot more too it and probably i'm reading too much into it #but for miles to say that he can be spiderman without having to suffer for it #that this is his identity not necessarily because he chose it but because he embraced it #and it doesn't have to be bathed in blood to matter...#hm #yeah #good stuff

311 notes · View notes

miguelswifey04 · 9 months

Note

Hello lovely! If you're comfortable, are you able to write a Miguel x f!reader where the reader is being sexually harassed (or verbally abused) by her boss but doesn't want to burden miguel with it? He's busy saving the multiverse and she doesn't believe she's worth the trouble. She thinks that if she ignores it and just smiles through the pain it'll eventually get easier but the actions are getting worse to the point where she's having trouble hiding it? Angst/hurt/comfort?

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

warning: sensitive content related to sexual harassment and abuse. reader discretion is advised. don’t say i didn’t warn you, read or skip it’s up to you. angst/hurt/comfort…

a/n: if you have ever experienced S/A from the bottom of my heart, i am truly sorry. as a S/A survivor i know what it feels like and how complex the severity of the situation can be, and wishing you had someone to be there for you…remember you’re not alone, you have me and others who will be there for you. my inbox and messages are open to anyone who wants to just talk to me or vent, i welcome you with open arms. much, love! —lin 🧞‍♀️

miguel could sense a shift in your demeanor, a heaviness that settled upon you like a dark cloud. despite his hectic life as Spider-Man, he never failed to notice the subtle changes in your behavior. lately, you seemed more withdrawn and distant, and it worried him. one evening, as you sat together on the couch, he gently took your hand in his, his voice filled with concern. "my love, something's been bothering you. i can see it in your eyes. you know you can tell me anything, right?"

you looked down, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of your skirt. the weight of your secret became even heavier, guilt and fear mingling within you. you had kept the burden of your boss's harassment to yourself, not wanting to burden miguel with your troubles.

“i…i don't want to trouble you, miguel," you whispered, your voice laced with vulnerability. "you’re out there, saving the world, and I don't want to add to your worries." he squeezed your hand gently, his touch offering a small semblance of comfort. "cariño, don't you know that you're worth every ounce of my worry? your happiness and well-being mean everything to me. whatever you're going through, i want to be there for you."

tears welled up in your eyes as you finally let the walls around you crumble. the weight you had been carrying suddenly became too much to bear alone. with a trembling voice, you poured out the truth—the verbal abuse, the harassment, and the pain you had been enduring. miguel listened attentively, his anger and protectiveness boiling up inside him. as your words trailed off, miguel wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as if trying to shield you from the pain. "i’m so sorry you had to go through this, mi amor," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of fury and empathy. "you never have to face it alone again. we will face this together."

from that moment forward, miguel became your unwavering pillar of support. he encouraged you to report the abuse, offering his reassurance and standing by your side throughout the process. his mere presence brought you a sense of safety and strength, allowing you to reclaim your voice and stand up against the injustices you had endured for far too long. the road to healing was not easy, but with miguel by your side, you began to rebuild your confidence and reclaim your worth. together, you navigated the often-painful journey of recovery, embracing both the hurt and the comfort that came with it. miguel’s love and determination to protect you became a beacon of hope, reminding you that you were never alone and that your well-being mattered—the love and support you shared became your source of strength in overcoming the pain.

tags 🏷️!! not tagging anyone because i know this topic can triggering :)

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #spider person #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #tw abuse #tw trauma #tw sex assault

184 notes · View notes

yennao · 10 months

Text

Ay, Por Dios

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spider man 2099 #miguel 2099 #it’s the trauma and the teeth and the Dad energy for me y’all #also my mans back muscles hit Different #marvel #it’s ya boi #red flag man

193 notes · View notes

roryhastoomanyfandoms · 10 months

Text

There are many interpretations of the. Miguel and Gabriella and Miguel situation ans ALL OF THEM ARE GREAT but like...have my 2 cents...just hear me out...

Miguel in canon is an asshole in a major way largely because of his abusive upbringing, getting Eldest Daughtered from a young age trying to take care of his younger brother and protect him from George's violence and Conchata's...indifference/contempt? And he starts getting better once he becomes Spiderman, or at least starts thinking more about the consequences of his actions, and what the people in his life mean to him (shit still goes bad because his comics are insane)

If dad!Miguel never became Spiderman...it's honestly pretty likely he doesn't have that bit of growth and honestly, wouldn't have been a great dad. Not abusive, but I can imagine him being kind of absent and kinda emotionally neglectful, seeing how Miguels everywhere are prone to distancing themselves. Miguel also can't keep a relationship, either by breaking up or Spiderman Branded Widowing, so Gabriella wouldn't have had a consistent mother figure.

Alright, so, Gabriella, here, is being raised by a dad with so much baggage and the belief that its better to just keep her away from it (ei, keep her away from him), no real mom/mom is always changing because of Miguel's turbulent love life, maybe her uncle (depending on. Stuff) and maybe her grandma (depending heavily on Stuff). This is a fragile environment that does love her, but ultimately the adults in her life have too much shit going on themselves to effectively tend to her and her needs, especially as she becomes a tween

But our Miguel.

Our Miguel has every reason to love her wholly and unapologetically. Because he has done some very questionable things to have this child, and he treasures every goddamn second. This is a privilege he has comprised his morals for, and he isn't taking it for granted like Gabriella's actual father.

Meanwhile, Gabriella's dad fucking vanishes one night and the guy who shows up looking close enough to fool adults, he's everything she wanted from her dad. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't get curt. He doesn't have a new girlfriend every other month. He doesn't have this tense, confused look in his eye whenever he looks at her. The guilt is still there, but it's something else. Its not her dad not knowing how to be better. She doesn't know what it is, but has suspicions.

Her papa looks at her like he's finally figured out how to feel about her, like she's finally stopped being another responsibility or chore to tend to. This one loves her even when she needs help with homework, even when she gets in trouble at school, evening when puberty hormones make her temperamental.

Gabriella doesn't know what happened to the first one, and she never finds out. She just knows that there's something...wrong, with the man she calls Papa now, but he loves her the way she always wanted...so it's fine, right?

Miguel, for his part, sees himself teeter towards their parents. Sees himself have the thing he wants so badly, would do anything for, and skirt the line their parents crossed, their whole lives. And then, that other man with his face dies. Maybe someone else, maybe Miguel really did kill himself.

Either way.

A child gets a parent who loves them, a parent gets a child who they can love freely.

So, it's fine, right?

#TDLR; good!actual dad! Miguel is very fun and heartbreaking but consider Gabriella's OG dad being kind of shitty at being a dad #and Gabriella deciding to compartmentalize all her feelings about her og!dad and his disappearance because. the thing wearing his face?#it loves her so genuinely and carefully. the way she always wanted. so uncomplicated and tender and like shes the world to it #so its easier to pretend its her real dad and her real dad always loved her like this. and she never has to think about it #atsv #miguel o'hara #gabriella o’hara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #IDK MAN I JUST THINK. I JUST THINK— *shot by snipers*#Gabriella man. this poor girl. she had to have known. Jeff knew it was Miles because you know when your child hugs and says they love you #a child would know if it wasnt their parent hugging and saying they love them. she knew. do you think she was scared?#this poor fucking kid. her poor dad. her poor mimic dad. the poor kid mimic dad took it all out on.#this is like. this isnt generational trauma.#Miguel literally fucking invented interdimensional trauma. whag the fcu #spiderman 2099

213 notes · View notes