sweetbluebanisters

[sweetbluebanisters]

Ultraviolent

'cause I was filled with poison

But blessed with beauty and rage

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Who Controlling!Miguel Ohara x Sweet!Reader

Warnings Contains!Smut, Violence, Abuse

Backstory A sweet bartender from the coast of California clashes with a mean man, who never doesn’t get his way. Two different personalities, don’t always work out in ways you’d wish

SPOILER ALERT

Ch. I sweet as sugar

Ch. ll Deadly Nightshade

I’ll proofread it later I’m too lazy to rn. 😭

I'm gonna post the 3rd chapter it's jus I've been packing for vacation so give me a good day or 2

Sometimes, looking down at Nuvea York was too much to you. You missed the palm trees and the smell of the salty ocean, the way your hair would look when emerging from the oceans water. The towels, the fun. Here, in Nueva York, without constantly being around Miguel and Jess, you found yourself fighting boredom.

You would go and talk to people you somewhat knew, but you couldn't talk to them like you could the people back home, when you tried expressing the way you felt to Miguel, it felt like his reaction was just a 'suck it up, buttercup'. Without permission, sometimes you would go back home. For a little nap in your pretty pink sheets, you felt like a princess in your apartment, there you just felt like a liability, don't get me wrong, people loved you and you enjoyed your time there, but a break was very much needed.

And this time was one of those times. Miguel said the same thing everyday

'cup of coffee, please'

'write down the dimensional reports, thanks.'

'do you mind getting me _____'

as much as you wished to spend more time with your boss crush, it was time you gave yourself that break. So, when lunch time came, you decided to use that time to go back home, take a nap. Maybe even watch a movie.

You lied in your cold sheets, a warm blanket hugged you as your bedroom TV shuffled, looking for the perfect show to ease your nerves and help your slumber.

Your windows in your apartment were propped open, seeping the California sun into your room, you heard trees Russell and yelling, but the sounds only promoted your sleep. You eventually found yourself talking a well deserved

6 hour fucking nap. You were so refreshed when you woke up, you even stretched from the lack of movement for so long. As peaceful as it was, you were then disturbed from your moment of bliss. Looking at you watch to see 30 missed calls from Miguel, 10 from Jen, and 15 from Lyla. How you slept through so many calls, you have no idea.

But you knew once you got back to the Spider society, you were in for a rather rude awakening.

You stood in front of the man's office your were too scared to approach, only being severely yelled out once. This time had to be worse, you sigh as Jess looks at you, she can tell you're tensed up as she rubs your shoulder. "Good luck, girl." She snickers, before turning around, and walking away. Caressing her belly in the process.

Did you forget to mention that she was pregnant? Yeah, what a surprise. But right now, you have bigger problems to worry about.. bigger.

You slowly peered through the door you opened, looking around for any surprise figure of Miguel as you walked in, cautiously strutting to the man who stood tense with anger on the platform, his fist balled, his stance laced with furry. You couldn't deny it anymore, you were terrified of this mans wrath.

Standing a good 20 feet away from the platform, you stare up as the floating platform lowered itself, very, very slowly.

"Miguel, look. I know that I probably worried you, but I promise I just needed a nap back home.. and I got caught up!" You confess, the words falling out from your mouth as Miguels platform reaches the bottom, you notice that he isn't moving from his position, the awkwardness suffocates you before you continue.

"Look, I got your favorite. Empanada-" You were then cut off by his red glow for webs catching onto the Styrofoam box filled with empanadas as he tossed them in the trash.

"Miguel! I payed for that-"

"You're so careless, so fucking careless."

His eyes meet yours before stepping off the platform, his tall, intimidating figure approaches you slowly. "Look, it was just a nap." You sigh, his ears perk up as he laughs. That was not a 'haha, so funny' laugh. That was a 'I'm about to loose my mind' laugh.

"I called you, thirty times. thirty times. How the hell could you not wake up from a blaring noise that rang thirty times!" His voice echos off his stone office walls, looking at you before raising an eyebrow. Oh, he expects an answer?

"Miguel, I'm bored! I have nothing else to commit to beside a coffee order with two pumps of French vanilla creamer and one sugar pack with blended ice."

"Do you think this job is a joke, muñeca?" His frame towers over you, your legs begin to feel weak, either you're scared or you find this somewhat hot, probably both. "Well, no of course not but it seems like all I'm good for is bringing you coffee and writing down notes. I have not fought by your side in 2 months!" You shout, only honesty escaping from your mouth as he nods, sarcastically. He grabs the closet thing to him, that wasn't myself but an office chair as he chunks it the the opposite Side of his office, making you flinch from the sudden crash.

"So you just want to be fired, am I correct?" Miguel seethes, looking down at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes hued red, and honestly you felt a little tingle from somewhere.. that you shouldn't "No! No. of course not! All I'm saying is a little more action would be nice." You explain, he sucks his teeth before pausing, standing this close to this man was a literal gift from God himself.

"How badly do you want this job, princesa?" His voice lowers an octave and you can tell your body is responding in ways it definitely shouldn't His big frame gets closer to you as he slowly, but surely backs you up into the nearest wall.

"Really bad, I swear!" your voice raises an octave, swallowing hard as his eyes level to yours, staring at your doe ones as you look in shame, he's trying to discipline you and you're getting off to it, you try to avoid his eye contact by turning your head in the opposite direction, but his right hand connects to your jaw, making you face him while squeezing your cheeks creating a small pout with your lips.

"So beg." With that tone, you know that he's being serious. Your eyes widen as he lets go of your jaw, before resting that hand to his side, standing up straight and peering now down at you. "What?" You mumble, your face laced with confusion and embarrassment.

"I don't like repeating myself, niñita." You don't know how you are still standing, at all. You look down, and keep quiet before he backs up just a little "I guess its not that important to-" He begins, but your head shifts upward as you shake your head.

"No! no. Just, please. I really want this job, Miguel." You voice weak as you look up at the man for his approval, he shakes his head in disappointment "Come on, is that really what you think begging is?" He snickers, you sigh in shame as you keep your eyes looked

"I really want this job Miguel, need it. Please, you don't know how much I want it, Miguel." Now, although that was rather weak for a beg. You're not going to be on your hands and knees begging for a job you barely get payed to do.

"You sound pathetic." The man laughs as you scoff, trying to get away from his rather scary build, he grabs your shoulder keeping you in place before speaking up "Tell me, ________. Why do you want this job so bad? You don't even get payed the desired amount." He smiles, you can tell he finds pleasure in seeing you embarrassed, pressing your buttons to get some sort of reaction out of you.

"And don't lie." His voice low, very low. His eyes are low as well, waiting patiently for your answer "I'm just bored here and its enough for rent, Miguel and-"

"You begged for your job back just because you're bored? sounds like a lie, ________." He pokes fun at you as you groan, giving him the answer that not only he wants to hear, but is also the truth

"and, because I get to be near you." you mumble, too ashamed to say out loud and to his face, he puts his hand to his ear "What was that, dear? Couldn't quiet hear-"

"and because I get to be near you." Your tone just a bit louder, but he accepts the effort, nodding with approval.

"Thought so, good job." He pats, so casually before turning around and approaching his platform. "What did you even call me thirty times for?" Your voice shoots back to the man and he answers, not turning around to look at you though.

"A coffee."

You look at his broad back side with disbelief plastered on your face, you hear a slight laugh escapes him as your fist ball "You made me beg for my job back because you wanted fucking coffee?!"

"I could tell you enjoyed it, Mrs. Pricesa."

After all of, what happened. You really did not feel like facing Miguel, at all. You weren't mad, but embarrassed, and ashamed. You decided to occupy yourself around the building, this probably would've been a more appropriate time to take a nap.

It's fairly late, you think about just sleeping in the sleeping hub in the building. But you were starving, and a nice desert really was in your taste for right now. You walk to the cafeteria, that closes in about a half an hour.

You approach the counter before looking at the desert section of the menu, you feel the cafeteria staff's eyes upon you as you figure out what your taste buds desire for tonight. "Can I get the chocolate molten lava cake, with a scoop of ice cream on top?" You asks, the lunch lady gives you a hum with a smile before writing down your order and giving it to the kitchen staff, she rings up your total to fifteen dollars as you internally sigh, giving her a 20 dollar bill in Nueva currency, she hands you 5 Nueva currency.

You found the Nueva currency rather stupid, but Miguel said since everyone here is from different dimensions with different currency it’s needed.

You patiently waited to the side, the kind lady gives you your cake as you give her a smile, taking the cake box along with a plastic spoon and napkin, eating the sweet treat while walking towards a booth, planning on enjoying this desert while you can.

You're a few bites into the chocolate goodness as your watch rings, you role you eyes seeing as its an incoming call from Miguel, which isn't rare. You tap the answer button, as his voice rings through your ears.

"_________. I need you at Earth-1610 in Queens, New York. There's a vulture in the wrong dimension." Miguel sounds almost out of breath, you groan as you respond with annoyance. "Can I at least finish my cake? Damn." You sigh, taking another bite of your cake while waiting for an answer. You hear the man scoff before adding "¿Esperabas una respuesta? Llegar aquí ahora!" Although you know absolutely no Spanish, You know when he speaks in Spanish, especially in that tone, he means bushiness. You walk up to the lady at the cafeteria, politely asking her to hold on to the leftover cake as you tap your watch, opening up the multiverse portal.

You jump through the portal, going on that unneccesary slide before reaching the opening to the dimension Earth-65, you see what seems to be the vulture Miguel ranted about as your webs interlock with the base of his body.

"_______, we don't have time for grand entrances!”Miguel yells as your figure emerges from the portal, doing two 360's before throwing the vulture against the museum's stone walls. Even though that was somewhat badass, your landing is flawed as your body is thrown towards the stone wall inches were Miguel is standing, your groan as your hands immediately reach the back of your head, where the injury occurred.

You hear Miguel snicker as you look in his direction with disbelief plastered on your face, he looks at you before trying to hide what you heard to be, a laugh.

"Are you seriously laughing right now?" Your eyebrows burrowed and mouth agape as you find yourself having to look directly up at the big man. "No- no. I'm not laughing." He coughs as your features rest, showing only a face of annoyance "Miguel, I could have a concussion and you think this shit is funny." You dead pan as he shakes the smile off his face, looking at you again before attempting to cover up a laugh "No, prissy. Im really, really worried." You could sense the tears welding in the corner of his eyes, trying to fight back the instinct to laugh at such a painful event

"Miguel, it hurt!" You groan from the pain, standing up to your feet as you wipe the stone dust off your pink suit, "I bet it did." Miguel says, wiping the tears that threatened to spill. You roll your eyes before turning to what seemed to be a Spiderwomen approaching you "I thought it was pretty badass, but it would be better if you landed." The girl in the white suit states her opinion that has Miguel pacing back in forth trying to control the laugh that's about to take over

"I do not need your guy's unwanted criticism! Do you remember that you called me-"

"Okay, okay, just... whew." Miguel pauses, you feel your hands trembling from the embarrassment that courses your veins, you also begin to notice the vulture who awoken from his rather quick sleep.

"Can we just please get back to the real problem here." The white Spiderwomen advises as you side eye Miguel, he smiles before nodding and approaching the vulture that awoke from his slumber.

All three of you guys glide in the air, trying to find the perfect time to strike, the white Spiderman connects her webs to the vultures face, before kicking the vulture in his beak. You are know running aside Miguel, basically just chasing him as you look at the Spiderwomens combat moves, that have impressed you.

"What about her?" You suggest, looking at Miguel as he gives you the quickest answer he has asked in a while "No."

"We could use the help, y'know with Jess-" You begin to speak but are cut off with another, what?

"No."

"Is it 'cause she called you Dark Garfield?" You snicker to yourself, Miguel looks at you but you couldn't tell how he was feeling with that mask on. "No! -How do you even know?"

"Do you say anything but no?" You retort, the man still looking at you with what felt to be annoyance speaks up "No-no. I mean Yes!" Your eyebrows raised in suspicion as you continue "Why not!" You bark at the angry old beast, "You know why." He seethes, keeping his eyes locked on you before he jumps on the paper vulture, you following his lead.

"Take a good look at the great fire from my backpack!" You hear the vultures voice for what seems like the first time and you ears want to pass away, he sounds ungodly old, suddenly, a random bomb that probably came from the depths of his ass is released to the top of the museum, exploding and causing a drastic crash and a open hole from the top of the art building.

You’re having trouble fitting on his body when Miguels bigger one is hogging up the space

"Miguel, scoot! I can't fit!" You shout, moving him on your own as he groans in annoyance "Scoot and go where?!"

"Is this some type of canon romance trope or-" The vulture instigates, before you could even think to respond to the vulture, Miguel answers for you "No!" like he always says, the vulture side eyes you and all you can make out is a tiny shrug to your shoulders

"Don't let him out!" He turns to you, noting the opening to the ceiling "He'll disrupt the canon!" That's all Miguel has to say before your florescent webs connect with the walls of museum, making your way up to attempt to stop the creature from leaving, but his too fast for you. As your in the air away from the museum, the building begins to glitch violently, Miguel jumps on the creature as I do trying to force its way back into the museum

"Claw at it or something!" You panic looking towards Miguel who's struggling to keep his weight on the vulture with you by his side, all of the sudden when the creature was going to claw Miguel off of him his fangs come out, his mouth open threatening to bite the beast, you can see the fear laced in not only yours, but the vultures eyes as this has never happened to you when you were around Miguel.

"Go to the ground!" You look above you to see the bright shining light of a helicopter, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as Miguel claps back in what seemed to be anger "Will you get out of here!"

"We have you surrounded!" The helicopters voice booms throughout the city and I can't help but laugh, Miguel looks at me with anger as I look back "Miguel- they think you're the villain." You aren't like Miguel, you don't try to cover up the laugh that comes from you, Miguel scoffs before looking at the big vehicle above him.

"I am a good guy!" Miguel emphasizes, you wipe the tears in the corners of your eyes. "You don't look like one." The helicopter judges, you notice in the corner of your eyes, two bombs escape the vulture as your eyes widen.

"Miguel!"

"NO!" Miguel shouts as the bombs look to be connecting with the base of the judgmental helicopter, you notice it begins to loose control and hits you and Miguel off the vulture, before taking a rather brutal fall along with the creature. You crash on the base of the floor before looking around you to see multiple people still in the museum, you get up in agony before sticking your webs to the base of the museum wall and collecting as many bystanders off the ground before throwing them out.

You rush back into the building as you notice the helicopter taking a tumble down, but you also notice Gwen making what looks to you as a net. You smile with a nod, expressing approval before jumping with all your might and latching onto the museum wall.

You notice the people still inside the helicopter as you jump through to get them, holding them with before looking eyes with Miguel and releasing them. Miguel grabs a hold on them with his red glow for webs as he holds them to his side, like he would two twin toddlers.

You notice Gwen trying to strain the helicopters movement as you run along Miguels side before jumping and finishing the webbed net as quickly as you possibly could and tugging at the web, trying to make it as strong and durable as possible.

You stand on the ledge of the museum's second floors as your feet begin to strain, and slide. You position yourself to a point where you could pull harder as the uncontrollable helicopter comes in comes in contact with the net, You stare down at the floor to look at all the idiot who still stand there. You internally scoff, but to your luckiness the helicopter web net actually worked. You sigh in relief as you connect your web to the ledge of the second floor before jumping away and towards Miguel, who picks up the vulture in his webs and looking at you.

"That's what I was going to do."

You roll your eyes before looking at the exhausted girl who stepped down from where she was standing before taking a fall into rubble with a groan. Miguel and you make your way, with no rush to her aid. Before hearing what seemed to be a cop.

"Hands in the air!" Is all you could make out, you try to approach the situation, but Miguel grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you back just incase he intends on arresting you two as well.

You stand there, silently. Hand to hand as you listen to the cops conversation. You notice your hands begin to tremble from the mans hold as he looks down at you, skeptical. "Don't tell me you're nervous right now, _________." He leans down to whisper in your ear. Maybe you were! Well, you were but you definitely aren't going to tell him.

"No, I am not. Is it really neccesary to hold my hand right now?" You mumble, he turns to you and shrugs before pulling his hand away, and thank God himself you have at least 2 braincells because a part of you wanted to beg for his hand back against yours.

"Get down on the ground!" The cops voice sounds fierce, you look at Miguel skeptical as you whisper to him "Maybe we should help her, Miguel." He shakes his head, no. You sigh through your nose as you listen to their faint conversation before a gun shot erupts through you and Miguel's eardrums, your eyes go wide as you try to run towards where the spider women is, attempting to make sure she's alright.

Miguel, now grips your arm. You look down at the way his hand envelopes your arm before peering up at him. "You seriously don't expect me to sit and watch when a gunshot was just heard!" You whisper yell at Miguel as his figure bores into yours.

"Im not asking you, I'm telling you." His town is low and deep as he pulls you against him, this time your figure is before him and he's behind you. Grabbing ahold of your shoulder like you are a child.

"I don't need your permission, Miguel." You sigh, you begin to sense his eyes perching your figure as you begin to feel hot, and nervous. "Last time I checked, you begged for your job, right? Don't loose it, muñeca." His tone warns as you groan. In the crevice of rubble, you see her figure, with her mask off.

Through the next three minute conversation the cop and the spider women had, all you knew is that that cop is her dad, and she apparently murdered a man named Peter.

"Dad are you really this afraid of me!?" Her voice booms across the shattered building, you can feel the tears threatening to fall as her voice quivers, Miguel notices, too.

He begins to walk, his hands still rest on your shoulders as you get closer to the conversation, the only thing hiding you and Miguel from the cops eye of vision is a stone wall fragment.

Your breath hitches as you see the girls full face and body, the only thing you could describe as hurt.

"-against the court of law, you have the right to an attorney." The cop begins to list her rights, as you would usually do during an arrest. His gun is pointed low as he pierces his eyes towards the girl known as his daughter.

"No, stop!" She yells as she tries to approach the man she considers her dad, his voice booms across the museum as she stops in her tracks

"Don't get any closer!" The dad points his gun towards his daughter, and right then and there Miguel removes his grasp from your shoulders before his webs reach out to take the gun. He jumps forward before sliding an electronic field towards the mans feet. Keeping him Locked inside the red diamond shape border.

You leap your way towards the Spider women, as she tries to approach her dad who is struggling to get out.

"Hey, no. Just breath." You advise, you know it's not helping but that's all the words your mouth can form.

"We got you, right Miguel?" You question as your body enveloped the girls before you, she sobs as you hold her, like a motherly figure. All Miguel does is sigh as he grabs ahold of the trapped vulture while opening the portal.

"Lyla, scan this mess." Miguel mumbles, Lyla does as she was advised before responding to the big man "No further anomalies, canon remains intact." She Informs, Miguel nods before standing up with the vulture in is grasp, you approach Miguel with guilt in your eyes as you take off your mask, your hair flowing down to its respected place.

"We can't just leave her here, Miguel. She's doing this on her own." Your voice is filled with remorse you look back as she stares at her dad with the most heart breaking face you've seen in a while, Miguel looks back at the scene as well. Studying their features before finally speaking up. "Yeah, you're right." He utters as your eyebrows raise. You've never, ever heard that fraise escape his mouth. Internally, you are cheering. But externally, your face just has a smile plastered to it.

"Well, join the club." Miguel replies, passing her the Spider Society travel watch as he peers back at you, you nod in approval as he throws the vulture back into the portal and strides in himself. You follow close behind him as you still keep eyes on the girl.

The Spiderwomen observes the watch and her dad for what felt like hours before running towards the portal and following you back to what you call home.

All you can think now is what you once called a trio, is now a group.

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[sweetbluebanisters]

Ultraviolent

I can hear sirens, sirens

He hit me and it felt like a kiss

Who Controlling!Miguel O’Hara x Sweet!Reader

Warnings Contains!Smut, Violence, Abuse

Backstory A sweet bartender from the coast of California clashes with a mean man, who never doesn’t get his way. Two different personalities, don’t always work out in ways you’d wish.

This is my first time writing on Tumblr so please be kind and feel free to give advice + corrections in the comments! Also, Miguel speaks Spanish so I'm trying to incorporate that as well. Please tell me if any part of the Spanish lines do not make sense! I’m very limited and I don't think the google translator helps. at all. 

Ch. l sweet as sugar

Ch. II Deadly Nightshade

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Futuristic Cars, High tech machines that you could not work even if you tried. Marble white everywhere, buildings where robots work the magic. They were all completely brand new to you. Nueva York is something you’ll probably never get used to. 

You came from a rather big city in California, High crime, robberies left and right, litter everywhere, sweet beaches you can see from miles and miles away, and palm trees that are so big you could never miss them even if you tried. Also just known as Los Angeles!

Your name was __________ Monroe, you often went by Monnie in L.A, though. You are 22, fresh out of college where you majored in Cognitive science. You were always the one people could count on if they wanted to have fun, the one that no matter how bad they messed up, you made light out of that darkness. Least to say, you are a respected and honored person in the Spider Society.

You joined along Miguel and Jessica, a little trio if you'd say. About 2 years ago, You were exposed to a radioactive spider during a walk home from the club, all tipsy and alone. You didn't register what happened until the following day. You begin to feel soreness and itchiness on your wrist. You were easily agitated which was extremely uncommon for a girl like yourself. 

You noticed your indurance and speed increased in a matter of days. You began to notice yourself being able to call tons, light weight. Throughout your first year of being exposed, you then found out about your identity. Even you hid from yourself. You didn't know how to approach it at all, if you even had to. Until you met Miguel, spider-man 2099. From a completely opposite detention as yours. 

You were alone at home, per usual. Your only job as of now was a bartender for a night club, you got good tips though. It was around eight- o’clock, you begin to get all dolled up for her night shift at the club. Fixing your long _____ hair, dressing in very, exposed outfit to put into simpler terms. You put on makeup to your smooth skin, and strapped your heels to your feet. Grabbing your coach bag, ready to head out, standing 2ft near your exit just to quickly grab your keys out of quiet literally nowhere you are struck to the ground, it was so quick its like you glitched from standing to groaning on your hard wood floors. Feeling as if Zeus himself punished you for whatever sinful thing you had done and struct you down with lighting. 

“Wha- What the hell!” You blink in shock, turning your head behind you as a very, broad man look down at you, looking at you in confusion, you give the same exact look back. Its a 10 second staring contest before you realize the predicament you're in and speak up “Where the hell did you come from!” You shout, the man realizes that this complete stranger he's on top of is about to hit him with her coach bag, that looks to weigh tons. 

“No! No- my bad!” His hands go up as he quickly crawls off of you, standing up and extending his hand for you to grab. Instead of excepting the help, you gets up on your own before groaning “Jesus Christ how much do you weigh?”

“Im not in the mood for remarks like that.” The stranger scolded, looking at you as you stare at him in in unremarkable disbelief. “You’re in my house telling me you're not in the mood for remarks like that? Why are you in my house and where did you enter!” She snapped, looking at the man up in down, studying his features.

“And why are you in that Spiderman suit.” She mumbles under her breath, her eyes study the mans suit, seeing that he actually looks very.. built. the man rolled his eyes before speaking “You need to stop waisting your time and except that you're a Spider-Human.” He deadpans, looking at you, you had to extend your head up just to look into his scarlet eyes, you’d be lying if you said the man wasn't attractive.

“Are you cosplaying right now? Like are you actually insane?” You provoked the big man, he looks down, grabbing the bridge of his nose while shaking his head entirely. “You were bitten by a radioactive spider, you do realize, right? Didn't you notice the symptoms?” He question looking at you, but you couldn't help shake the feeling that you felt like you were in the clouds

“I was convinced it was just a regular bite, I was like getting stronger but I thought it was because I was working out?” You wondered, looking down and realizing that even though this shouldn't be happening to her, it does make sense to why she suddenly started feeling stronger, and quicker. 

“Able to lift heavy objects like they weigh 5 pounds?”

“Yep.”

“Running faster and running and for longer?”

“Sure.”

“Hearing increased?”

“Oh, yeah! sometimes I can hear my neighbors moaning through 2 stor-” “I didn't need all that, at all. You do realize you are the Spiderwomen of this dimension? Haven't you seen anything on the news?” He hesitated, looking at the girl who pondered her next choice of words “Oh, I mean I never really noticed I was bit but something like that. But, yeah there's a weird man with holes in his body that is like causing havoc or whatever, I thought he was cosplaying too though.” She began, looking at the man who seemed fed up. 

“No! No one is ‘cosplaying’! This is real, and you put your dimension in tremendous danger—“

“What am I supposed to do, just tell him to stop?”

“As I was saying, you’re just sitting on your ass and doing nothing, do you need to be taught?” The man stressed, she looks confused before speaking up

“Taught?”

“Por dios! Taught how to work through the Spider women thing! Like how to shoot webs, or how to y’know how to do your job!”

“Oh.. I don't even know if I want all that responsibly..” You truthfully tell, the man bites his tongue back before continuing “You put on the responsibility of spider by getting bit by this spider, you--” He urged out, before getting cut off my you “Excuse me? I was drunk and I didn't know! I promise you if I was sober and I saw that spider I would've ran, trust.” She corrected, the man began to think that you might have been missing just a few screws, not even loose screws. They're just gone.

“Please, this dimension needs a Spider-human they know they can rely on, at least come with me.” He pleaded, looking at you as you kept your eyes locked with his, you bit her lip as you began 

“But we already have a Spiderman?”

“Yeah, it’s you. What do you not get?”

“No, no. We have a Spiderman, I’m pretty sure he lives in Brooklyn.”

You can tell by the way that he’s looking at you, that information was definitely unexpected. But to avoid the loud silence, you speak up “Where am I going?” You mumbled, the man smiled back his pride before continuing 

“It's a dimension where all the Spidermen and Women work along each other, some live there and some go back to their homes. There's a training center, I can help you.” The man explained, he seemed to be dedicated to his job, you nodded with curiosity before speaking up “Do I need to stay there or-”

“No, you can go back home whenever, but if you want it is easier if you'd say.” He advised, you looked at him with a sweet smile before joking “It sounds like you want me there more than I do myself.” he scoffed before shaking head head, denying the accusation. 

“I just don't want another dimension going down in flames, that I have to save again.” He projected as you nodded, not listening at all. He tapped his watch with ease, as a spiraled portal projected out of what you thought to be thin air. “What's your favorite colors?” He asked, you look at him weirdly before telling him “Pink and.. uh.. black, why?”

“You'll find out.”

“Oh my god its so pretty!” Your smile lights up, cheering as you grab the custom made suit just for you, Miguel finds himself admiring the way you get excited for something so little “The little gems on the spider, Miguel!” You laugh as you look in the dressing mirror, putting the body suit up to you, trying to imagine how it would look on. The way you said his name has his stomach turning in ways classified as enjoyable. “Does everyone get costume suits too?” You question, looking at Miguel for the key to your answer 

“Yes, but some people stick to the blue and red combo for the cliche.” He answers, looking towards you as you still admires yourself in the full body mirror, she looks at Miguel before asking her wanted question

“Can I try it on, please?” You pleaded, looking at the rather tall man as he nods in approval, you speed walk into the changing room, making sure to close the door behind you before striping yourself of your heels, and your dress. being left in just her undergarments “Excuse me?” You pardon herself, the man looks at the changing room door, that hides your face. “Hm?”

“Do I wear a bra with this?” You ask, no implied innocence being stripped from that sentence, Miguel purposely coughs, he didn't know himself either. “Uhm, for now, yes. Let's just see how it looks.” He answers, you hum in approval as Miguel taps his foot, waiting for you to come out of the wardrobe with your rather tight body suit. “Its on!” You reveal, you steps out of the dressing room and looks at Miguel with your arms down to your side 

“Does it look alright?” You ask for his opinion, turning around so he can get a full view, Miguel looks at you, he couldn't help but notice the way it hugged your curves, but instead of voicing that, he just nods. He approaches behind you as you now admiring yourself in the mirror, again.

“It makes my butt look bigger than it is.” You comment, Miguel doesn't know how respond to that so he chooses to stay quiet. “How come it took such little time to make?” You ask, turning your body around to look at the man, he looks down at her. His stare is almost intimidating, but attractive. “With the tech we have provided, all we need is your exact body measurements and preferred colors. The machine makes it to your exact size, it even comes with special accommodations.” He informs, his words sounded so professional it could be mistaken for a advertisement. Your ears perk up as a way to show that you're listening, he continues.

“The fabric makes it easier to move your body, and helps when you're moving is restricted. The wrist of the sleeves come with built in webs, if you look at the black bracelets, you press that button and-- NO!” He begins to explain, but being cut off by the your curious thoughts as they press the button. The thick webbed material stick to the wall before you, You gasps before you let go of the buttons causing your webs to extend back in. Pulling you against the wall as you bang your head. 

“Damn.” You groan as you slides down the wall, Miguel shakes his head in disappointment as he helps you up before cutting the webs still stuck to the wall, off. “My head hurts.” You reply as you stand back up, with stability “I would think so.” 

“When does-” All of the sudden, your whole body feels like its being pinched at every inch and your body begins to twitch violently. “The hell!” You scream as you fall to your knees, Miguel sighs as he pulls a wristband out of his suit pocket “My bad, here's your 24 hour watch. Remind me tomorrow to give you another one.” His apology is rather weak as you snatch it from his rough hand before putting it on 

“You're not in your respected dimension, without protection your body is going to try to glitch its self back home. This just temporarily ignores that response.” Miguel explains, you leap up before looking at the wrist band, “Is there a way to permanently stop that reaction?” You question as he nods his head, looking down at his wrist watch, which attracts your attention.

“This watch permanently stops that reaction, unless you take it off. it also comes with built in controls like-” He begins to rant as you cut him off, again. “Can I have one?” He groans at the girls constant questions before answering, once again. “What makes you think I'll give a trainee a watch?” He sighs looking at you, your doe eyes wonder. You notices Miguel walking out of the dressing room, most likely annoyed. So you quickly grab her dress and put on your heels as she walks out too. Though you are wearing heals, you still stood rather short against Miguel.

“Well how am I going to get back home? I cant do it without a watch.” You provided a rather reasonable answer, the man smiles to himself which brings the girl into a state of confusion, she continues walking along him. Not knowing where she's going, but trusting the man enough to lead you “Yeah, about that.. as a trainee you'll probably stay her for one week, at max two weeks if you absolutely suck.” He explains, your eyebrows burrow in furry, being lied to isn't something you take lightly. Bystanders watch as they see a new spider women, whisper and gossip spread as you two did walk out of the wardrobe room together.

 “What the hell do you mean! You told me I could go back home whenever.” You argue, the man shushes you, telling you to keep quiet as you are causing quite a scene aready. “A week won't hurt, muñeca. Two weeks might though.” He dismisses, you abides to his orders as there is quite a few people looking at you both right now. 

“Go get some rest in the sleephub, I’ll give you an official tour tomorrow.”

“I don't even know where it is!” “You can find it, I believe in you.” Miguel gives you a fake flashy smile, before patting your shoulder and walking off without you.

You ended up needed the two weeks of training, and Miguel often makes fun of you about it to this day. You weren’t the most flexible when it came to web swinging but you definitely did know how to dodge people and objects that went flying your way.

Even since you appeared in the Spider society people could not ever end the talk about you. You were known as a sweetheart there, everyone and I mean everyone liked you. Though, there were always some people who thought your kindness was projected as annoying, but you never let it get to you.

People everywhere addressed you as sugar, which you thought was really corny. You don’t cringe at it though, because that’s how people perceived you as, and it’s definitely better than being called worse.

Even though you were known as Sugar among the spider society Miguel had his own nickname for a girl like yourself. ‘Muñeca’ which means doll in Spanish, you never understood it at first until Jess told you it’s because he thinks your prissy and spoiled, and a typical girl who thinks ‘’my way or no way’ is the standard.

And maybe you do! But that should be excepted widely among people.

The longer you stayed though, the more people began to tease you about Miguel. Sometimes they’d call you ‘Mrs. O’Hara’ and if you were being honest, you definitely didn’t mind it. Through the months you developed a small, tiny tiny crush on what you would call your boss. How could you not! He was most definitely bigger than you in size, he was controlling, and he was hot. Just how you liked your men.

As much as you thought about him, you knew he definitely didn’t feel the same. He only saw your presence as a burden in your eyes. He’d seem agitated or annoyed when he was around you.

A few months into you being part of the Spider society you fucked up a expedition he went on one day, different types of species were glitching into different parts of the spider verse and you were on duty with them to bring them back home. But, you ended letting one severely injuring you, hauling the expedition, It wasn’t your fault though! That thing caught you off guard.

Instead of Miguel assisting to your needs once you guys got back to the office, he yelled at you. Calling you careless, and voicing his annoyance. You threw that sweetness your perceived out the window. You snapped at Miguel for his lack of care, and told him it wasn’t even your fault. Basically, it was a screaming match that echoed off his office walls. Everything went blurry to you after he lost it, more or less snapped. He lifted you by your suits collar before tossing you off the console platform, injuring you worse than you already were.

A ‘ get away from me.’ would’ve been way more deserving.

He never apologized for that day, he just went along the following days like it never a happened. He noticed though that you were definitely trying to distance yourself. Your were still his assistant, though. So it was rather hard to just avoid him, or respect his privacy if you always had to cater to his needs.

Even after that though, you notice that the crush you denied having on that man only grew stronger. You definitely did not like the verbal and almost physical abusive side of him, but apart of yourself choose to avoid that thought of him. Only perceiving him the way you wanted to.

You don’t know why you excepted the job as his assistant, if it was because you were blinded by your crush on the man, or because you were bored and Miguel said you’d be able to go on missions along him with this job. But with a smile on your face you proudly excepted that job, and that day forward you were never spotted without him.

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