#I want good parental Miguel o'hara to miles

[roryhastoomanyfandoms]

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

[raileurta]

Miguel was reading over a report from a Spiderman variant when the doors to his room opened. Unsurprisingly Miles Morales walked through holding one of the empanadas from the cafeteria. He and Miles have steadily been creating a positive relationship ever since the train incident, it has been slow, hard work. Miguel can't say that it hasn't had good results. He dare say that they may even have a filiation type relationship. Miles quickly swung up to his platform and began chatting about nonsensical things. Miguel said a quick hi to the young spiderling and then went back to his reports. Eating the empanada miguel thinks to himself that he probably appreciates Miles' company.

Miguel casts a quick glance at the little spider, he takes in the way Miles is presenting himself. Something seemed off with Miles. His posture, his smile, the way he talked, it had an undertone of...... nervousness? Miguel didn't know how to broach the topic of Miles' behavior; feelings were far from his forte. After 10 minutes has passed Miles has yet to state what is on his mind. Logically Miguel should ask Miles what is going on but Peter always says to let people tell you when they want to tell you. Another 15 minutes pass of Miles talking but not telling Miguel anything. Every so often Miles looks like he wants to say something important but chickens out at the last second before telling him.

It is.... inconvenient for Miguel.

Miguel decides enough is enough and asks Miles "What is wrong Morales? You look like you need to tell me something."

Something flickers past Miles' face before he tries to school it in too a grin. (It's disgust his brain says)

"I don't know what you're talking about tío. I am a oh k."

Miguel notes to himself to sign up Miles for the Spider HC's lying classes, the boy is a terrible liar.

"Morales don't lie to me, I can practically smell the nervousness coming off of you."

Miles blinks at him, before his face falls down into that of a nervous grin.

"Eh haha, can't lie to you can I Miguel?"

"You're just an awful liar Morales."

"Hurtful bro."

The room descends to silence. Miguel looks at Miles expecting an answer out of him. He just jubs the back of his head before saying

"peterkindaaccidentlytoldmeyouresortofasociopst-"

Miguel placed a soft but firm hand on Miles' shoulder;

"Miles, aranitá breathe. Now calmly and slowly tell me what you said."

Miles gives him a look before taking a few breaths of air and trying to speak again.

"I- um Peter told me that you can't really feel stuff well. Before you get (mad?) (irritated?) at him he didn't mean to spill your secret. We were at my house hanging and I was talking about how you are a bit of an asshole, which is rude now I know what I know but Peter made an off-handed comment about that he can't get rid of it. I didn't get what he meant so I asked him about it. He said because of your disorder and stuff. I told him 'what disorder?' Peter then started freaking out because he thought you told me about it. Once he calmed down he simply just told me that 'Boss can't feel emotions that much because of a disorder he has. Ask Miguel about it while I go cry.' Now here we are"

Miles did some finger guns at him looking like he wanted to throw up. Miguel had listened intensely throughout Miles' story and Miguel can easily say he understands why Peter thought that; he was still angry at him but he understood his logic. Miguel has essentially acting like Miles' second dad and Peter most likely thought that Miguel explained it.

"I will deal with Peter later but since you are here Morales I assume you've got questions for me?"

"Yeah if you don't really mind?"

"I do not mind Morales, that's why we're talking anyways right?." Miguel raised a single eyebrow at Miles.

"Oh yeah good point hahaha."

"Sooo how emotionless are we talking? Are you a sociopath? What emotions do you feel the strongest? Can you tell what someone is feeling?"

Despite Miles' earlier hesitation he seemed to be much more upbeat now. There's a child like curiosity written all over his face.

"Based on me and Lyla's estimate around 70-85%. I'm not. That is a very outdated term. Anger, and sexual desire. Most of the time yes. I have memorized the facial expressions for each major emotions. I just can't tell with more nucained and mixed expressions."

"Huh."

Miles began pounding what else to ask when he began to think back. Until he thought of it, a question that he has been thinking on and off for awhile now. Taking a breath Miles steeled himself for the answer and with some fear trickling in he asked:

"Miguel, do you..... hate me? I mean like do you resent me for taking the place of my original spider and the collider stuff?"

Miles faced his head down and rubbed at his arm anxiously. Miguel could feel what little of heart he had shatter at what Miles said.

"Awh no my sunflower I don't hate you."

Miguel kneeled down to Miles' height and put his hands on the kid's shoulder. God this kid was so small compared to him. Everyone was especially children but he felt so small under his hands in this moment. Like Miles was trying to appear smaller to hide himself from an oncoming threat.

"Miles I have never hated you. Even when I first met you I didn't hate you. I was... just so angry; angry at you, angry at the anomalies, but I was mostly just angry at myself. I hated that I let another Peter die under my watch, hated that I was forcing a kid to let his father die, and I hated that I couldn't stop someone from making the same mistakes I made.

I...... hated that I didn't feel guilty about it. What kinda monster doesn't feel bad about forcing a kid to kill his dad?!"

Miguel's hands began trembling.

"I hated myself so much, I still do but it doesn't excuse me projecting my problems onto a kid. God Miles you're only 15 you've already had such a rough life and I just messed it up a thousand times more. You didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't your fault your Peter died, that the spider bit you, and it still wasn't your fault when the collider went off. You did the best you could in the situation you were in."

"I was wrong about everything Miles."

"For shock sake I haven't even apologized to you for the train incident. I want to be a better person, I want to be better for you Miles. No mental illness or disorder can excuse what I did to you. I'm so sorry. For every time I have wronged you, in any way possible. I'm not saying this so you can forgive me in fact you should hate me. I don't deserve to be forgiven for what I did. You're a good person Miles unlike me, a very good person. I can't wait to see what person you grow into. I am so proud of you."

Miles by this point was crying a little. A few tears were slipping down his face with each one being brushed away by Miguel.

He didn't know what to say. Miguel laid out his whole heart to him. Miles was completely speechless. He did the only thing he could think of, he hugged Miguel. His mamá always did say that actions speak louder than words. Miguel was momentarily shocked at his actions before quickly returning the hug. Miles felt so warm and safe in Miguel's arm. He was tucked into the taller man's neck with his large arms swallowing him up. It was as if Miguel was trying to shield him from the world. Miles snuggles deeper into his cocoon of flesh and muscle. Miguel's arm tightens slightly around him in an almost protective manner. Miles sighs contently, who knew Miguel would have been such an amazing hugger?

Miles doesn't forgive him, not yet anyways but somewhere in the future he thinks he can. But for now he enjoys Miguel's comforting embrace.

-The end

#miguel o'hara #miles morales #parental miguel o'hara #if you're wondering where Lyla is she's under maintenance #atsv #protective mama bear Miguel #i love the dynamic of a emotionless person who just wants to do good #and the person who helps them #peter b parker #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #fanfic #i can't believe I actually completed this

[nu-so]

Miguel O’hara: *Is an utter asshat in canon*

me: time to get biz-ay - *imagines a completely different character that has some of his traits, but at a core level has different values to fit my agenda*

#I want good parental Miguel o'hara to miles #this means I have to get delusional #I said different at the core bc canon Miguel will always sacrifice the little man for the bigger party #hes basically dumbledore #I take that back #but my point stands that in order for Miguel to be SPIDERMAN #and not just a 'spider' #he needs to be able to focus on saving one person #doing the best HE can againt all odds #cause thats spiderman #but that isn't miguel #or not anymore

[keenzinemugstudent]

Miguel O'Hara x Black godparent reader imagines

Okay people Miguel likes you but your Miles godparent basically his second parent so he tries keyword TRIES to be much nicer to Miles when around you because he sees how much you absolutely adore this kid but it's so hard because he doesn't like the kid (poor Miles) Miles see's how much he likes you and tries to help but Miguel is stubborn as hell and doesn't want help but he's gonna need it because let's face it the man wants you to like him and knows he's gonna need a lot of help so who better to get to help him than Miles?

Plan 1 show that he is deeply sorry for trying to annihilate your poor godson and try to convince you that it was a mistake and will definitely NEVER happen again at first you weren't buying into it but took Miles to get you to see there was no hard feelings and everything was water under the bridge so you accepted his apology but you were still on guard for whatever was to come which was a good start on a newfound friendship between you and Miguel Peter b had made a joke that Miguel looked like a sad puppy which had almost made Miguel want to hurt the man

Plan 2 You need help you with your spidey training you're still new to the whole Spider-Man thing and because now you're a spider person you're still trying to get the hang of it so Miles with the help of Gwen convinces you to have Miguel offers to help train you which you quickly declined because you did not want to be left alone with the man and you didn't want to waste his time but Miguel had no problems with helping you train he happily offered this man was desperate to have you like him, you were thankful for his help but and it got a bit rocky starting with him kind of being impatient and yelling at tou and you hard-headed and stressed out from trying to do your best well you both started yelling at each other which made you lose focus on you sticking to the wall and you fell from the ceiling but luckily he was quick enough to catch you in his arms before you hit the ground you were blushing like an idiot being carried by this man and quickly thanked him than ran out the room Miguel looked at you run and sat on the ground face in hand cursing in Spanish ears red, while Gwen and Miles hide behind the corner smirking.

Plan 3 gives you lots and mean LOT'S of praise you like being told your doing a good job and that your working hard also compliments will get you to be flustered the whole day Miles knows this first hand because he always brags to people about how awesome his godparent in hand to hand combat (you taught him a couple of moves) which Peter b learned the hard way after doubting your fighting skills let's just say he does not want to ever get on your bad side EVER! So while training you got the hang of swinging from place to place and to stick / crawling to the walls Miguel took this as an opportunity to congratulate you and compliment you on your improvement which got you blushing and stuttering like an idiot around the man but it also got you the smile big and hug him which made his heart beat fast the man was trying so hard to make it not obvious that he was interested in you nearly which was a big fail because everyone and I mean everyone knew that he liked you.

Plan 4 you loved food and loved to try new food so yeah when Miles told Miguel this and he quickly wiped something up for you. He is a good cook he actually loves to cook but no one knows this so shhhh Miles told him what type of food you liked too eat and Miguel happily made it but was a nervous wreck he didn't know if he made it just right but lucky you loved the food doing a cute little happy dance, after a hards day of work fighting bad guys you fell asleep on his shoulder making the poor man go red in the face he felt eyes on him only to turn to see most of the spider gang giving him a thumbs up he actually hissed at them which made them go away in fear from being bitten and or paralyzed by the man.

Plan 5 you didn't have a outfit for being a spiderman/woman all you had was a (favorite color) T-shirt with the spider symbol on it and (favorite color) jeans or shorts with combat boots, so Miguel with the help of Gwen who got you to talk about what type of outfit you would love to wear and the man Miguel immediately had Lyla get to work on your outfit let's just say you were absolutely in love with your outfit and gave the poor man kisses all over his face dude was so shocked he just stood there with the lipstick markings on his face and lips. Peter b tried to snap him out of it but nothing worked the man was frozen like a statue, Miles thought it was funny but was just annoyed he was happy though, Gwen just laughed because dun dun dunnnnn ladies and gentlemen you already knew that Miguel liked you! Shocking right? You told Gwen you knew that he had asked Miles for help for you to like him but you did not know this until plan 4 when you feel asleep on him and he admitted his feelings for you to your sleeping body (you're only half asleep) so yeah you just wanted him to work for your affections which was working but you might need a little bit more convincing though guess we're going to have to wait and see.

I know this is like really cringe but I had a fun making this so I hoped you guys like to reading, and yeah I know Miguel is out of character but I tired okay!

#miguel o'hara x reader #miles morales #peter b parker #gwen stacy #spider man incorrect quotes #spider man into the spider verse #spiderman into the verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #marvel #black reader #black female reader #fluff x reader #oscar isaac x you

[likedovesinthewindd]

headcanons for atsv characters crying in front of the reader for the first time? (thanks in advance, i love reading your other hcs <3)

thank you, and you're very welcome 💕

Miles Morales:

miles felt so overwhelmed and under pressure; with his parents breathing down his neck about school, trying to juggle his spiderman duties with his schoolwork while also trying to have an active social life, as most teenagers wanted.

and he doesn't even notice how overwhelmed he's been until you're asking him if he's been okay, because you've noticed his recent scatterbrained and stressed demeanor.

and before he could even think of anything to say to try and reassure you, it's spilling out of him like word vomit.

he's telling you everything, about how much pressure he's been under and how hard he's been trying to keep everyone happy.

and it felt so good to finally get everything off his chest, that he had even shed a few stray tears in the process.

you were glad he trusted you enough to confide in you and assured him that he was doing a good job, and that it was okay to not do everything perfectly, because he was only human after all.

Gwen Stacy:

gwen crying in front of you was something that shocked you at first, but something you also expected at some point.

she's always been the type of person to assure you with an "I'm okay" or "It's nothing, really" and then sweeping whatever it was that was eating at her under the rug. she never really allowed you to see that vulnerable, unguided side of her, even when it was obvious she had a lot on both her plate and her mind.

so, when you asked her if she was alright, and the tears started to well up in her eyes, you were a little unsure about what do you.

and when you reached a hand out to rub at her back, you were even more surprised when she lunged into your arms.

nevertheless, you wrapped your arms around her, rubbing her back comfortingly.

you somehow knew she didn't need nor want you telling her it was going to be okay, or trying to get her to stop crying. your silent comfort was enough.

Hobie Brown:

hobie is such an expressive and tactile human being, and always so perfectly in tune with your emotions. over time, you've adapted the same ability, so you knew when he was not feeling his best.

it was so clear that whatever had happened today had shook him to his very core, had left the usually chatty young man at a complete loss for words.

and when you had asked him what happened, and he could only respond with an exasperated sigh and a shake of his head, you knew you weren't getting much out of him.

you simply offered him your presence, joining him as the both of you enjoyed the cool breeze sitting by the battered deck floor of his boat.

when you looked to your left where he sat you saw the small wet track the fresh tears had left on his cheeks, illuminated by the moonlight and quickly drying due the wind. you didn't say anything, not even when his hand found yours, placing it in an airtight grip. you knew he'd tell you when he was ready, he always did.

Pavitr Prabhakar:

pav's always been such an optimistic person, always knowing exactly what to say or do whenever you were down, so when the roles were reversed, you had no idea what to really do.

it was a little jarring to see pav, the person who more often had to comfort you, now on the verge of tears.

he was telling you about how he couldn't help someone today, how he was too late, and when you heard the slight unsteadiness in his voice, you quickly wrapped your arms around him.

and the way he clung to you, you'd believe he was sinking, and you were the only thing keeping him above water.

and as he clung to you, you quietly assured him, because you knew silence was probably the last thing he needed right now with an overactive mind trying to debase him.

Miguel O'Hara:

miguel's always been such a pillar of a man, always ready to offer his comfort in any way when he knew you needed it. but he never allowed himself to be emotionally vulnerable, never wanted people to see him at a low point like that.

you knew that when miguel made himself scarce, he did it because he didn't want to be bothered. but against your better judgment, you decided to go and check him because you were worried about him. you didn't like him being alone when he got like this.

the state you found him in broke your heart. this mountain of a man looked so small and fragile, so absolutely heartbroken and sullen.

it was his daughter's birthday, another reminder of everything he had lost so quickly and unfairly. he never knew how to deal with these intense emotions, how to process them, so he'd just wait until they eventually died out and became somewhat bearable.

he didn't tell you what was wrong though, he didn't have to either. the bloodshot eyes and sullen face were enough to tell you it was something he'd either tell you about eventually, or never.

you simply made your way over to him quietly and offered him your comfort the way he always did for you. and when he wrapped himself around you and softly cried into the material of your sweater, you simply held him a little tighter.

Peter B. Parker:

the first time peter cried in front of you wasn't out of sadness or pain, but joy.

he had been gushing to you about his daughter, as he always did. she had recently said her first word, and he had managed to get it on recording. he showed it of course, along with a few dozen other pictures he had also captured, every photo complimented with an elaborate backstory.

he was in the middle of one of those stories when it seemingly hit him. mayday was getting older, learning new things every day. soon she'd be going to big girl school, and after that high school, and then she would have to leave the house and leave him and--

he hadn't even realized he had said all of that out loud until you were reassuringly rubbing between his shoulder blades, trying to ground him and calm him down.

and he hadn't even noticed he had shed a few tears until he heard you telling you it was okay, that mayday still had a bunch of years with him and that she would never really leave her "dada", as she put it.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales headcanons #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy headcanons #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown headcanons #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar headcanons #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker headcanons #spiderman atsv #likedovesinthewindd

[florencemtrash]

Hummingbird: Chapter One

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

What if the Earth-1610 (Miles’s universe) version of Miguel’s wife was actually Miles’s AP Art teacher?

Masterlist

You leaned back against the desk, ignoring the leftover smattering of paint as it seeped into your overalls, and checked the time. Miles’s face was stuck to the pages of his sketchbook, blue and red ink staining his cheek as he snored softly. One hand loosely gripped an open highlighter, the other dangled over the edge of his desk, half-eaten sandwich abandoned on the floor.

Twenty minutes. He’d been asleep for twenty minutes, and if you let him sleep any longer, he’d be late for fifth period.

You rapped your knuckles on his pencil case, the ringing tin jolting the teenager awake. Brown eyes flashed around the room, fists shooting out in an amateur boxing move as he tried to figure out why his spidey sense hadn’t warned him of any danger.

But there was no danger here. Nope, just Miss Y/l/n staring at him curiously from under raised brows.

“Wakey wakey, Miles,” You wore your usual pair of yellow Converse and paint-splattered overalls, the pockets hanging wide and loose after years of carrying around paint bottles, brushes, and books. The school board liked to complain about your “improper dress,” but at the end of the day you were one of the school’s only art teachers - and the most highly approved by students.

“Oh heyyyyy Miss Y/l/n.” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck before dropping to the floor and snatching up his forgotten lunch. This was the fourth time you’d caught him sleeping in your classroom. Any more and you might actually have to start giving him detention. He tossed pens, snacks, and his sketchbook haphazardly into his bag, but not before you caught sight of a familiar blond-haired, blue-eyed girl smiling in front of a backdrop rioting with yellow, pinks, and blues more vibrant than a fireworks display. “GWEN!” the comic-style calligraphy called out next to her glowing face. Miles always seemed to be drawing her these days.

“You’ve still got five minutes left, calm down.” Miles straightened up to face you, clutching his lunchbox to his chest and smiling nervously. You folded your arms over your chest and stared pointedly at the gangly boy in front of you. With how much he’d grown over the last few months you wondered if one of his ancestors had been a garden weed. 

“You want to talk about what’s been going on, Miles?” 

“What do you-what do you mean?”

“You’ve been falling asleep in my class, this is the fourth time I’ve caught you napping here during lunch, and now I hear from Mr. Maloney that you’ve been skipping English.”

“He-he told you that?” He tugged at the collar of his shirt, hoping for a breeze to drift in through the window and save him from his nerves. He thought he’d been good about juggling the responsibilities of being a high-schooler and everyone’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. If his parents noticed anything different about him they chalked it up to teenage angst and grief over Uncle Aaron’s death. But someone had caught him slipping up.

You shrugged, “The teacher’s lounge exists, and people like to talk.”

“Oh…” he mumbled, shoulders dropping.

The dull ringing of the school bell cut through the silence, followed shortly by the rumblings of conversation as students filled the hallway, moving with the current like fish in a river.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Listen, Miles, you’re not in trouble, ok?” Miles sighed in relief. “If you need to eat your lunch or just take a break in my classroom that’s fine with me. I just want to make sure you’re not trying to flunk out like last year.” 

He shook his head adamantly. He couldn’t - wouldn’t - drop out of Brooklyn Visions now. He had a plan for the future: go to Princeton, figure out multiversal traveling, and reunite with Gwen and Peter and the rest of the Spider-gang. Seemed simple enough… and totally doable…

“I promise that’s not the case, Miss Y/l/n.” The sincerity behind his words satisfied you.

“Alright Miles, but I’m keeping an eye on you,” You said dramatically, squinting your eyes and pointing at his chest. Miles snorted, mouth breaking open into a lopsided grin, “Now get out of here or Mrs. Cape will think I’ve convinced you to go to art school again.” 

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I just…”

“Yes, yes, you want to go study physics at Princeton,” you waved your hand in the air, tracing some invisible pattern in the sunlight before grabbing a wet wipe from your desk and tossing it to Miles, “Quantum mechanics, the multiverse, and all that stuff.” 

It wasn’t the first time he’d told you about his future plans, but the words that left his mouth had a tendency of flying over your head. The kid was too smart for his own good.

You paused and took a moment to look at Miles, to really look at him as he scrubbed away at the ink on his cheek, “Those Princeton schmucks would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Miss Y/l/n.” Again he gave you that crooked, boyish smile.

“Alright now out, out!” You shooed him towards the door, watching as he saluted you and flashed you one last smile before joining the crowd of students and disappearing around the corner.

You slipped back into your classroom, the smell of charcoal, dried paint, and pencil shavings settling into your lungs - sweet and comforting. There wasn’t an inch of space that wasn’t covered in some manner of artwork: sketches, paintings, collages… colorful graffiti that you should probably scrub out before parent-teacher conferences. Most of the pieces were the works of current students, but sometimes people like to leave things behind on purpose, trusting that you would find a place for them somewhere.

You wiped down the desks, rubbed the worst paint splotches from your overalls, and then collapsed into your chair, swiveling around and munching on the sandwich you’d picked up at the Prospect St. bodega. You had thirty minutes of peace and quiet before sixth period. 

That’s more than enough time. You thought to yourself. Maybe I’ll get some grading done and-

A head of curly black hair popped into the room, face wet and screaming with tears. You straightened in your chair as the boy’s lips thinned, then turned down. His shoulders began to tremble.

“He…He,” Hiccup, “He broke up with me, Miss Y/l/n.” 

“Oh geez,” you sighed deeply, setting your sandwich down and ushering the boy in. 

There were things you missed about being a teenager… the highs and lows of a first love were not on that list.

>>>

Saturday nights were sacred - the only time you reserved entirely for yourself. No grading, no reviewing and updating lesson plans, no agonizing over student reviews. You’d used to go out with old college friends for drinks on the weekend, but most of them had moved out of the city or gotten married and were doing married people things.

Is this what getting older is like? You wondered as you snuggled further into your couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders to keep out the chill. It wasn’t too terrible… albeit a little lonely.

The latest in a slew of cooking shows played out on the tv, throwing flashes of light onto the book-burdened coffee table and providing the background noise necessary for you to finally get your thoughts out of your sketchbook. But the moment you went to put the pen nib down, your mind went blank, and not in a good way. Every line looked wrong, the eyes of the figure looking bloated and misshapen. Time creeped by slowly, dragging you along for a ride as smooth as sandpaper.

 You knew the cause of your frustration, but knowing never made it better. It had been two months since Richard had moved out, two months and one day since you’d found out he was cheating on you with some grad student at NYU. 

Pendejo.

You’d hated his interior decorating, but now the blank spaces on the wall screamed his name. 

You tossed your sketchbook and pencil onto the ground and went to make a cup of tea. Maybe you were better off calling it a night and crawling into bed. Mid-year reviews had just ended and you had a long list of emails to reply to in the morning. One thing you hadn’t been expecting when you’d accepted this job was the number of parents who’d be on your ass about their kids getting a B in art - in art. 

The tea kettle was just about to open its mouth and start singing when a crash sounded from the living, followed by a sheepish “Whoops.” The muffled word punctuated Paul Hollywood’s critique of someone’s lemon tart - too stodgy.

Your blood ran cold as the stranger continued to mutter. 

“There goes another one. Wow there’s a lot of stuff on the floor.” Another one of your precious potted plants hit the ground with a dull crack. 

You grabbed the wooden bat from where it leaned against the wall, swinging it easily behind your head. At least there was one good thing Richard had left you with. 

You creeped out into the hallway, backing up towards the front door with your eyes trained on the shadowy figure making a mess of your living room. The figure fluctuated in and out of existence as he stumbled about the room, tripping over the piles of books and art supplies littering the ground. His body splintered outwards like cobwebs and twisted with flashes of bright light, haunting and inhuman. 

The creak of the floorboards gave you away. All at once the figure stopped and turned around to look at you. Where its face should have been was a single, flickering white spot, pulsing with curiosity as it tilted its head to the side. 

Mierda. 

You bolted towards the door… but he was already there.

“Why hello Mrs. O’Hara. Nice to finally meet you.” A thousand voices said at once.

You screamed and swung. 

The first swing missed, leaving a crater in the drywall. The second swing hit true, but the bat merely sunk into the black void of his body, some force ripping it out of your hands as you staggered backward. “Oh! Well that wasn’t very nice.” The creature laughed. 

Spindly tendrils of dark matter grabbed hold of you and you let out one final scream before the Spot swallowed you whole.

There was a momentary blindness and the sensation of falling before you were unceremoniously spit out onto a hard granite floor. You winced at the rough cut of broken glass beneath your heels, with nothing to protect you but a thin pair of socks. You looked upward and gasped. 

Where there had once been a towering glass ceiling dozens of stories high lay a gaping hole, the metal beams blown backwards into the night air like a blooming flower. It took you a moment to recognize the building, after all you’d seen it nonstop on the news for weeks last year - Alchemax.

What the hell?

Police tape criss-crossed over the debris like yellow spider webs, the scene broken up by black holes that morphed and twisted around you, pulsing with the same energy as the stranger in your apartment.

I must be dreaming. You thought. But in the back of your mind you remembered bits and pieces of what Miles told you he’d been studying over the summer - wormholes and spacetime and portals to different universes. 

You picked up a piece of metal off the floor, experimentally tossing it into one of the spots. It disappeared under the surface like pottery in slip before popping back into existence above you. You only narrowly lunged out of the way before it crashed into the ground and stuck there like a sword in a battlefield.

“Beautiful, isn’t it Mrs. O’Hara?” the Spot stepped out of a hole in the fabric of spacetime beside you. 

You jumped back, choking the scream in your throat. “That’s not-that’s not my name.” You managed to say. “Maybe you’ve kidnapped the wrong person?” A stupid hope.

“Oh? What is it then?” You said nothing, daring to lean down and pick up a jagged piece of roof panel. It might not do much, but it made you feel safer with its weight in your hands. “Well you don’t need to tell me. I just wanted to ask you a question.” He blipped out of existence, taking with him the darkness that pooled out of his skin.

“Who is Spider-Man?” the voices said as the Spot reappeared right beside you.

“You’ve got to stop doing that! Pendejo.” 

“What?”

“Just talk to me like a normal person.” You pointed the roof panel at him, keeping him at a safe distance.

“Who. Is. Spider-Man?” He stepped closer, the tip of your makeshift weapon sinking into his skin like he wasn’t even there. 

The question made you pause. That was what he wanted to know? He had kidnapped you just to ask about Spider-Man? 

“Um, I mean, he’s kind of the local superhero. Stops thieves, saves kittens stuck in trees, makes questionable brand deals at times-”

“NO! I know who Spider-Man is.” 

You blinked in confusion, eyes shifting to the side, “Then why did you kidnap me?”

“I want to know Spider-Man’s identity! His real identity.” The edges of his body sparked, shooting outward and striking the walls of the room. Dust and plaster fell to the ground like snow.

“I don’t-how the fuck am I supposed to know who Spider-Man is?!”

“You know him! The other version of you knew him!” 

“What, other me?”

“The alternate universe version of you!” He threw his hands up into the air like a petulant child. The darkness around him grew with every passing minute, crawling around on the floor and up onto the walls like a reptile looking for its next meal. He slid his hands down his face, somehow pulling at the ether he was made of as he muttered under his breath.

“Whatever, I may have miscalculated. You’ll still be important. Don’t you worry. You may not know who Spider-Man is, but Spider-Man sure knows you.”

Next chapter ->

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Author's Note: so... I may have gotten carried away and written the second chapter as well... hope you enjoy!

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[fl3shm4id3n]

Girl I saw u open requests for spider verse and I ran here right away snsnsknsmsjdndh I'm bad at explaining shit but could you write something for miguel that's like wait i forgot what I was gonna say damn I had a good scenario in my head too well hell never mind just ignore this I think im still tweaking lmao

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ x ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ!(ᴡɪꜰᴇ) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴇʀꜱ- ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ

TW: Angst, Death, grieving, comfort towards the end

A/N: I had a fic idea for Miguel (My beloved), and now I shall write it. I listened to I bet on losing my dogs by Mitski while writing this. I didn't cry, I swear. I hope this was to your liking, I couldn't wait, I had the need to write something.

Masterlist

You had lost everything, your daughter and your husband. You knew that being Spider-Woman had a prize, but you didn't expect for it to be like this. First it was your aunt and now your family was gone. Sometimes you wished that you could of gone back in time in time to save your husband and daughter, but there was no way. The first weeks, you basically slept at the graveyard, on top of there tombstones, you didn't want to part away from them.

For many years you've mourned, you never let yourself fall in love again, your husband was the love of your life and the only man that you'd ever love. You felt as if you were betraying him in a way, you had promised to him that you'd never love anyone else but him and him only. You still had your wedding wing, you'd wear it on your hand and when out on patrol, you never took it off. You also still had his stuff in your room, pretending as if he was still there, you didn't have the heart to give his stuff away to people who needed it, you couldn't do it.

You also kept your daughter's room the same, you left it alone, the only time when you'd move anything was when you'd go to clean off the dust and change the bedsheets. Sometimes you'd go in her room to just look at the stuff she had, you felt as if she was with you the whole time. You'd lay on her bed while hugging her soccer jersey, her first jersey, sometimes you'd cry on the shirt, wishing that she was there, telling you and your husband about her game. Just like your husband's things, you didn't want to give them away. How could you? She was you first baby, your daughter, the one that you carried in your belly for nine months, the one who'd cry when she was hungry or wanted her parents attention, she was yours and Miguel's baby. Gabriella will always and forever be your child. Sometime you wore the little gold bracelet that she owned when she was still a baby, on a necklace, to have something of hers on while on patrol.

That was unexpected, you had ended up in a secret Spider Society with Miles. A boy you began to work with after bumping into one another while trying to stop a mugger, that was when you decided to team up together as a duo. You knew about his identity and he knew about yours. You both had come up with the excuse that you were a lady that was teaching him Spanish since his parents would wonder where he'd wonder off to. It worked his you knew Spanish, it was a different kind of Spanish, but his mother was happy that he was learning it.

You were getting to learn about all the Spider-Men and women, how they were all from different dimensions and what they did in headquarters. Then you got taken to a room, where who you assumed the leader of the whole thing was. As soon as you saw who it was, you nearly fainted. It was the one and only, Miguel O'Hara, your husband, well, not really your husband, but it was him.

"Y/n... is that who I think it is?" Miles whispered to you, then he saw the look off shock in your face, getting the idea that you knew who it was. Miles knew about your past, who your husband and daughter were. When the man turned, his serious face turned to one of shock, just like yours. Gwen was the one to noticed both you and Miguel staring at each other, then she had an idea. "I...um.. I'm going to show Miles around a bit" she excused, then took Miles by the arm, guiding him out and Hobie followed them.

Miguel approached you slowly, seen every inch of you, wanting to see if it was you, his wife, not his particular wife, but you were her. After a bit of staring, he spoke. "You're not my wife.." he said, sadly, then you responded. "You're not my husband.." you said, with tears forming in your eyes. Miguel wanted to hold you in his arm so bad, comfort you and tell you how much he missed you, but he didn't.

You sigh, wiping off your tears. "So... you're spider man.." you said, there was a bit of an awkward silence, then he spoke. "And you're spider woman.." he said, as he reached over and placing a pieced of your hair behind your ear. You couldn't help but ask. "Gabriella... how is she..?" you asked, Miguel almost flinched violently by the question. "She's... gone.." he said, sounding very defeated by his response. You swallowed the lump that had built up on your throat. "You too?" you asked, this time tears had spilled from your eyes.

This made Miguel look at you, he got the memo that Gabriella was also gone in your universe. It hurt, seen that in both his and yours universe your daughter was gone. He sighed, seen that you had began to cry, it was obvious that you had not got over his and Gabriella's death like he was. He come over yours and his daughter's death, it took him a while but eventually he understood that no matter what he did, he could never bring you or his daughter back, but he couldn't help but miss the both of you. It was understandable, you were a wife and a mother, who lost both her husband and first baby. And he was a husband and a father that went through the same thing as you. Then he just went for it.

Miguel then pulled you into a tight hug, you didn't hesitate to hug him back. You buried your face onto his chest, crying, letting out all your sadness. You hugged him tightly was your so called Husband rubbed your back comfortingly. Being in his arms, felt like an eternity, you had forgot the last time you were held by him like this. You began to remember the first time you met, it was raining outside one night, and you had forgot to get an umbrella, then you came across Miguel, who was walking somewhere, who knows, but he saw how drenched you were and had offered you his umbrella. You didn't want to take it since you didn't want him to get soaked, but he insisted until you took it. Then he left, that kind gesture meant a lot. Afterwards you had made it your mission to find him and return his umbrella, it was weeks but you finally manage to find him again, in another rainy day, then the rest was history.

Rainy days had become significant to you an Miguel, since you both met on a rainy day. Every time it would rain, you and your husband would go outside to enjoy the rain, not caring that you both would get sick the next day, it was worth it, if it meant being sick together. Then Gabriella came in, she too would also come with you and Miguel out in the rain. "It's okay Mi amor" he said sweetly, but also sadly. You cried more, it's been years since you've been called that by your husband, he wasn't technically your husband, but he was. No matter what universe you were from, you and Miguel would be husband and wife. And Gabriella your daughter, you'd like to think that maybe in a different universe, you were all alive and living a happy life together.

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#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x fem reader #miguel o'hara x wife reader #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara angst #female reader #female y/n #wife reader #wife y/n #spider woman reader #spider woman y/n #aphrodite's writing #aphrodite's requests

[the-broken-truth]

Red Eyes [Part 1] - Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Male Spider Teen Reader

Summary: Hello, my name is [Name] [Surname]. I am known as the Crimson Spider from Earth-865. Peter B. Parker recruited me to join the Spider-Society where I was introduced to its leader, Miguel O'Hara. However, since the moment our eyes met, Miguel has developed a dangerous obsession with me. I am unsure if I can handle this situation or if I will end up like others who have been chased away by him.

[Spider-Society Headquarters]

I strolled down the hallway with my hands tucked into the pockets of my Spider-Man suit. Peter B. Parker, the older Spider-Man, guided me to the main hub of their headquarters. The leader of this operation was overseeing the containment of Anomalies and monitoring the Spiderverse, which Miles affectionately referred to as his preferred term over the Multiverse. I personally agree; the Multiverse sounds too mundane.

Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself, allow me to introduce myself: My name is [Name] [Surname], also known as the Crimson Spider of Earth-865; I was bitten by a radioactive spider on my 15th Birthday and y life was never the same again. Being the Crimson Spider was one of the best decisions I had ever made but it take a lot of my time. I try to be a good son to my parents and keep my grades up in school but the world needs saving and i'm going to do what I need to do to keep it safe. I met Peter B. Parker when a strange version of the Vulture came into my world when I was sure that the Vulture was still in prison. I managed to stop him when a portal opened up and another Spider-Man came out of the hole and introduced himself as Peter B. Parker and told me to follow him to come to a place where there were more people like me. I did, i had questions and I needed answers.

"Just a heads up, Miguel is a rather irritated person - he gets mad easily and it's easy to get on his bad side, just ask Miles and Gwen. Now, when we see him, just let me do all the talking." Peter said as he and I entered the main hub and I saw him - Miguel O'Hara - standing before a holographic tablet while watching a video of some kind before he pushed it away and turned to face Peter and me - the first thing I noticed about him was his Red Eyes - just like mine. That's right - I was born with Crimson Red Eyes, I got it from my father's father, who also had red eyes. I was rather popular at school because of my eyes; it's rare to see someone with red eyes.

"Did you catch the Anolmany?" Miguel asked Peter but his eyes were still glaring at me.

"Actually, this kid caught him; had him wrapped like a present by the time I got there." Peter said as he moved out of the way to gesture towards me, I waved at Miguel and he narrowed his eyes before he jumped down and landed right in front of me.

"Who are you?" Miguel asked.

"I'm the Crimson-Spider of Earth-865; at least, that's what Peter tells me." I said as I gestured towards Peter who nodded and smiled.

"You defeated the Anolmany? Interested. Take off your mask and show me your face and tell me your real name.; if you want to work here, I need to know who you really are." Miguel said, I looked over at Peter, who nodded and I looked at Miguel before removing my mask and looking at him with my red eyes; his eyes widened when he saw me.

"My name is [Name] [Surname]." I introduced myself.

"Your eyes...they're red." Miguel said.

"Yes, I got them from my Grandfather; surprisingly, his name is also Miguel." I smiled but Miguel just stood there, looking at my eyes before he turned and jumped back to his platform.

"Give him a bracelet, Peter; he's one of us now and he'll be going on missions with me from now on." Miguel said as he started working again. Peter smiled and gave me a bracelet that kept me from glitching but there was something about the way he said that I would be working with him from now on. Why was he so insistent that i work with him?

#spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #male reader #spider!reader #peter b parker #platonic yandere

[gildeddlily]

how I love parental miguel o'hara. cause he'd be such a good dad. he wants to be a dad. he loved being a dad and he loved his daughter. we're gonna leave apart all the bad things that happened, his hysteria caused by ptsd and self-ignored trauma, and we're gonna write him as a parental figure for all the young spiderppl. like that fic where Gwen is heavily depressed after what happened with her dad and Miguel dyes her hair and is all "im doing it cause jess asked me to not cause I feel sad for u and kinda wish for you to have a better father" and gifts her a drum set. Or the one where miles is scared of him bcause of the fucked up things miguel did and said and the man makes it up to him and became a sort of father-uncle-elder man that looks out for him and protects him. or the one where he helps miles with his spanish. Or the one where miguel's brother kidnaps pavitr and miguel ends up killing him for what he did to pav cause he loves him, and then he lies to pav and tells him that the bad guy will go to jail cause he doesn't want him to feel responsible for his death. only hobie sees the corpse and he protects gwen and pav from seeing it and miguel is grateful cause they're or the miguel&mayday ones. every single one of them.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara is a dad #yk the gofg3 scene where nebula's is like “drax youre not a destroyer you're a dad” ME TO MIGUEL #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #mayday parker #hobie brown #the spider-gang needs a father #some fathers #PETER B TOO #i dont ship him with miguel BUT coparenting is cool #atsv #spider man across the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse #spider gwen #spiderman 2099

[fangswbenefits]

Your post about twitter being morons hit my analysis nerd button. So I gonna ramble here a bit if that's okay;; it's probably going to get long >.>

The thing that people seem to be flagrantly ignoring is the difference between a Villain and an Antagonist. Because while they tend to overlap in a lot of media, they're quite different things. An Antagonist is at its base someone who is in contention with or opposes another (and in literary situations is in specific opposed to our protagonist). A Villain has multiple definitions, those being a character who opposes the hero of the story, a deliberate scoundrel or criminal, or the one blamed for a particular sort of evil. There is overlap, but not every antagonist is a villain (kind of like every square is a rectangle, but not every rectangle is a square)

Now, the big thing is, both villains and antagonists can be traditionally good, evil or anywhere in between which pulls even bigger sets of nuance to it.

So let's look at Spiderverse. We've got a lot of antagonists in this movie, but really only two villains. Because only two characters are acting out of pure malace. And that is The Spot, and The Vulture. Both are out there deliberately harming others, causing destruction. Now looking at antagonists, technically, most characters in this movie could be considered antagonists at some point or another toward one of our main protagonists, Miles. (Gwen is also a protagonist, but since my focus is gonna be on Miguel, we're looking at Miles)

Miguel O'Hara is 100% an antagonist. No ifs ands or buts about it. But he is not a villain or evil or whatever else people want to say. He's a morally gray character, with generally good intentions though somewhat questionable methods (and a rather ends justify the means and pragmatic approach which is an interesting choice for a spiderman). His actions are, as he believes them to be, what is required to save billions of lives. That is not the sort of thing a villain or someone who is evil would do.

His methods have a level of brutality to them for sure (and I think it actually makes for an interesting juxtaposition between his antagonism vs the antagonism of Mile's parents. On one hand, you have smothering in an attempt to save the world from the individual, on the other, to protect the individual from the world), but these methods are to his mind what is necessary to save lives. That certainly doesn't excuse them, but it makes for a logical line of motivation. Something else that makes for a generally logical line of thinking in how illogical it is (to me at least) is that I would bet money on this man having never gotten the sort of counseling you need after a massive trauma. (Namely from anecdotal evidence, though don't worry I'm much better now :D). Because is just. Does things to you. Especially if there's guilt involved.

(Uh. I had more but it's getting close to time for me to sleep so now the words are vanishing on the wind TnT rkfjdsjk, sorry)

💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

[happy--birthday--kiddo]

Silly Lil ATSV Headcannons

Miles Morales:

Always burns his tongue on foods even when people warn him it's hot

Hops on one foot when putting socks on

Had eczema as a lil kid

Used to absolutely love those marker dot stamps and made a ton of pictures with them (Rio has them all ofc).

Never liked classical music until he saw Gwen perform Swan Lake (but if you accuse him of liking it he'll adamantly deny it)

Snorts when he laughs

Dreams in colors and shapes rather than images

Secretly spends forever in front of the mirror doing impressions of the other spiders when he's supposed to be getting ready

On Mothers' Day he always wakes up at the crack of dawn to cook Rio a meal 🫶 He's a pretty good cook and likes to experiment with her recipes to make her something special

Always has a million bruises at any given time cuz he's so clumsy

Wears contacts

Can root out snacks from a mile away. If you have a bag of chips in your bag, it'll be found and gone in 5 minutes. (HE'S A GROWING BOI OKAY)

Had like 10 fish as a kid because they kept dying and his parents felt bad so they kept replacing them (also they were probably named Bubbles)

Was definitely a gullible kid and when someone at school told him "gosh" was a bad word he solemnly believed it

Gwen Stacy:

Vegetarian

The first time she dyed her hair she had her dad do it and she ended up with really uneven coloring. Her dad felt so bad but she thought it was hilarious.

Fidgets with her tongue on her tooth gap when she's swinging

Always wanted a dog but she's allergic

Has an extremely low spice tolerance but loves it anyway

Prefers cold over hot (probably why her suit is white to reflect heat)

She was lonely as an only child and had a lot of imaginary friends until she met Peter

Loves scary movies and forces Miles to watch them with her

Blushes red when she laughs (not bashfully, she's just really pale)

Terrified of deep water

Hums when she showers

Joined the band as a joke but realized she had a talent and enjoyed it

Loves to scare Miles by waiting for him on his ceiling or on the inside of doors (bonus points if she'd just forced him to watch a scary movie)

Actually cackles when she bullies Miles

Drinks a ton of water for like, no reason

Miguel O'Hara:

Needs reading glasses but stopped using them in public after Peter B. made fun of him for it. Now he just squints and uses them when he's alone (or alone with Lyla: she knows he's sensitive about it so she doesn't comment for once)

Has insomnia due to nightmares so he's always tired

Drinks a lot of coffee but doesn't eat much

He's ticklish like it's NOBODY'S business, especially around the hip area and ears

He excelled at math in school because numbers always made more sense to him than people

Stubs his toe unnaturally often and one time he got so pissed that he threw the offending table into the wall (Lyla filmed the whole thing and showed Peter B)

His back gets really itchy but he can't reach it so he either suffers an existential crisis or scratches his back on his wall like a bear

Used to have an intense phobia of needles

Has special gloves he sleeps in to help protect his sheets from being torn up by his claws (they come out with the nightmares)

Compulsively exercises when he can't sleep

You're welcome 💥 Also I have a shit ton more where that came from so lmk if anyone wants more <3

#atsv #atsv headcanons #headcanons #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #lex says wise things

[moralesmilesanhour]

spiderverse theory - HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

Ok so u know that one post about how the major characters in Across the Spiderverse are almost a "funhouse mirror" for Miles, representing in some way what we wants, what he's been through, or what he could've been?

So, we know from Miguel O'Hara's backstory that he found a dimension in which he was happy with a family and decided to replace him. You know who would be in the absolute perfect position to do that?

Earth-42 Miles Morales.

He lives in a dimension where there is no Spider-Man, his father has died, and he seemingly has nothing to show for it except for becoming the very thing his dad warned him he'd become.

Then here comes Earth-1610 Miles. Throughout the movie he is reminded of how lucky he is compared to some of the other Spideys. He has "a nice setup" (to quote Hobie Brown): both parents, generally nice neighborhood, going to a good school, and the most conflict he's had with his parents thus far is that he's grounded for not communicating with them properly. He gets to be the hero of his own universe!

To Miles G, that must sound like paradise.

My theory for Beyond the Spiderverse is that the film will address all of these parallels and bring them to their logical conclusion in order for Miles to complete his arc as a character, and I don't think there's anyone better to teach him things about himself than himself.

#blabbering #i know ive been talking a lot this whole week i promise ill shut up now #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #across the spider verse spoilers #earth 42 miles headcanons #earth 42 miles morales #prowler!miles

[floof-ghostie]

casually leans on wall and hands you a microphone. how was the spiderverse experience i want all the deets (ive already watched it dw about spoilers👍🏾)

Ohhhh Strap in we're gonna be here for a while (Imma do this in point form for this, because so many thoughts, no energy for real paragraphs

Okay the animation. THE ANIMATION MEDIUMS. So many cool methods. I loved the colour changes in Gwen's universe. HOBIE'S ENTIRE THING, THE WAY HE'S ANIMATED OMG

Mumbattan is such a cool city, I love mashing irl cities to make one cool megacity so much it's such a lil fave worldbuilding thing of mine

Pavitr is so great, I love him, idek how to talk about him I just like him a lot. Him and his gf make such a cute pair too!

Also him saying "I don't use product, just coconut oil, prayer, and good genetics". I love him

The chai tea scene. God he's so great

THe character design is amazing and sososososo cool!! I love that we see the characters change (Gwen's hair growing longer and pinker, Miles' growth spurt, Peter B.'s bathrobe, MAYDAY's LIL SPIDER HAT THAT MJ PROLLY MADE FOR HER).

I love Pravitr's costume glowup. Thank you to whoever arranged for that.

Also, Hobie??? His lace coded boots?? His locs??? HIS FUCKING PIERCINGSSS??? HOW HE COMPARED A FUCKING VOID TO CAPITALISM??? Him taking a liking to Mayday, and straight up SHOWING MILES HOW TO GET OUT OF THE FORCE FIELD WITH A LIL SMIRK?!!! I need him. Need his gender. I love his anarchist ass.

His design really calls back to the punk scene in England, and I love the way he reminds me of old newspapers

Speaking of Hobie, holy shit that guy was flirting with Miles. I know what you are (pls Hobie do u like enbies?)

"I hate the AM, I hate the PM (prime minister probably, idk for sure) AND I HATE LABELS" I love you

Daniel Kaluuya, thank you for your service.

Also Hobie and Gwen make such a funny friendship. But I don't ship them.

The themes of growing up, and Miles' parents being worried about Miles and the people he's with...I nearly cried in the theatre, and I don't normally cry during stuff.

You can just tell that black people were making the big decisions for this movie. Aaron and Rio asking Miles why he took the braids out. Jeff and Rio being like "On time means 5 minutes early", I felt so at home watching this movie. I'm not even from Brooklyn but I just felt so at home at all the interactions Miles had with his neighbors. Even the random storeowner.

Like ppl were speaking aave, using patois, Hobie's accent. And none of that was played for laughs (except for Hobie's lingo but that's a little different bc he's British)

I love how Miles' Ganke is so different from Peter Parker's Ganke. It's such a fun detail how Miles' Ganke was like "I'm not gonna be your guy in the chair".

I love that despite the general "Canon" for Spider Man, there are some differences! I love those intricate details!

And the way the lady in the office was so hasty to force the narrative of them "struggling" when that really wasn't the case? Hit real close to home. I just love the Davis-Morales family

I love the way that the Spot isn't like a general "mildly bad" villain like I originally assumed. I really thought he'd be kind of a "setup" villain, or something that they'd have to clean up and THEN Miles would take care of Miguel and them.

I especially love the way that The Spot is someone from the first movie, who we don't even know until his backstory is brought up.

His voice is also perfect too. He sounds like a complete loser.

Miguel O'Hara. Meet me outside, I just wanna talk

No For real though, he talks a lot of shit about Miles being "The Original anomaly" when his ass needs to inject himself with some kinda spider-fluid to maintain his powers??? Mind you, he tried to force himself into a reality that wasn't his.

This guy is just an A-class hater. What do you have against Miles, honestly???

On the subject of the Spider Verse I think it's so cool how there were so many callbacks to the original canon of Spiderman! I loved seeing the og live action Spider Men in the film too!

And the easter eggs! I couldn't keep up with them all!

Also, wtf was Childish Gambino there. I mean I'm not mad, I actually found Miles' staring at him really funny

I love Issa Rae's voice! But Jessica, queen, please don't fight, you is PREGNANT

Also idk why but for some reason I thought Jessica and Miguel were married in the beginning. Not completely sure.

Gwen being like "Can you adopt me?" when first meeting Jessica...She's so real

Also Gwen is so sososososo so so trans. It's so great

THE ENDING FUCKING DESTROYED ME ARE YOU KIDDING???? 42-Miles being the Prowler?? I'M NOT OKAY BUT I'M SO EXCITED to see what happens!!

But in all seriousness, all the feelings in the movie talked about and the the things left unresolved for the next movie is just. You can tell this was such a labour of love and all the animators were so happy and excited to work on it. I cannot wait for Beyond the Spider Verse!! I'm still buzzing!!

#ask #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse

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I love how they are giving Spanglish tutorials for writing and making a more realistic Miguel O'hara in fics.

And it's funny because they're right in saying that it's not just saying random words in Spanish, it's literally putting certain sentences and almost repeating the same thing but in English or more than repeating it is saying something else that reaffirms what you said in Spanish, if you want the other person to understand you well if they don't speak any Spanish at all.

But apart from that, the truth is that not much happens, obviously what will stand out the most in Spanish words and actually in anny kind of language are the expressions

If you are an English speaker but you moved to Mexico and now you speak Spanish almost all the time, the typical expressions that you used to say in the United States or wherever you come from will not go away so easily.

A good tip is to think in that way, if you were that character with a nationality or your parents are from another country and you speak that other language constantly, how would you speak? And what are the expressions you would still use un your language?

They handle that in the film in a decent way, because for example all the expressions that Miguel says in a sarcastic, desperate way and whispers to himself he says them in Spanish (giving you to understand that he is very familiar with the language in the sense of speaking it, so much so that he continues to use some phrases).

That unlike Miles who has a mother who speaks Spanish, he has spoken English all his life and although he is used to his mother's Puerto Rican Spanish (he understands her when she speaks some things) in reality he doesn't speak it, because he never had the need to speak spanish or to express himself with phrases in another language other than with his mother (if that were the case).

And considering Miles' mother, she speaks more fluent Splanglish and her accent is still quite thick, has anyone seen Sofia Vergara in Mother Family? She's literally Gloria

And here comes in also knowing the different expressions for the different Spanish speaking countries which would be almost the same as with American English and British English.

It is not the same to use expressions in Puerto Rican Spanish (which is what Miles' mother should use) to mexican expressions (which is what Miguel should use) to expressions in Spanish spain or other Spanish-speaking countries (which, as strange as it sounds, is what Miguel uses in the film and Miles uses in the short conversation he has with Miguel, calling him "tío")

And honestly it's not a complaint, because I adore Oscar Issac and maybe I understand a little bit about the accent and the words because my man is from Guatemala.

But again is not the same to say "automóvil" here in Mexico, the word means the same thing but here in Mexico we don't use that word much to refer to a car, we call it "carro".

There are words that do become common i'm diferente countries, but back to the expressions.

"Ay coño" is not a Mexican expression.

Yes in Latin America because is it used in other countries and in Spain, but here un México that word is used but almost nothing and not for the same, there are more expressions that are used in Mexico, that somehow I understand that it will not be used, I consider that the common Mexican expressions, the real ones, are very rude and vulgar, but that in some way characterizes us.

I was waiting for Miguel O'hara to say something stupid like "Me está llevando la chingada" (which means he's fed up with every situation and can't take it anymore) because it seemed that at some point the man couldn't take any more with a "mocoso" (brat).

Someone made a post with some expressions and words in Spanish, it is very good sincerely, I hope you see it, but if you want to enjoy a good movie in the dubbing is full of Mexicanisms, see Shrek in Latin American Spanish.

In the Hangover movie the dubbing uses expressions that would be used here in Mexico, if you want more rude expressions with the Spanish dubbing.

But remember that if you want to base it on a movie, all the dubbing should be Latin American which is the closest to Mexican expressions.

In fact that's a problem with Latin American dubbing, as it's mostly done here in Mexico they try to make it global for Latin America but they tend to put in a lot of Mexicanisms that are not understood in other countries but that kill us in mexico.

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - Quickfire Review

So I am out of the cinema, and I have thoughts

We've finally reached the sequel to the epic Spider-verse movie, which in itself rewrote the rules on animation while being able to juggle a large cast outside of the Marvel machine.

So let me tell you my experience with the movie

Spoilers for the movie, you've been warned

Okay, this was a lot

It was really good, but it was a lot

I really don't want to speak badly about this movie because it is not at all bad, it's a visual spectacle with many twists and great characters. But I think the plot lost me. The main reason I think it lost me was the crux of 'Canon Events', which I will get more into, but given that last movie was about anyone being a Spider it was irksome that the story is also 'yes but you also have to have the exact same experiences which strips your story of agency'. I also think that the retcon that Peter A would've survived is wrong, and if all Spiders are meant to have the same chain of happening then why is Miles, the anomaly, subject to that rule in a universe where that chain has already happened? Also if he's an anomaly why didn't the universe disappear after a year of him and the Spider from Earth-42 being in this world? In a way it does threaten to lose the heart of what made the first movie so good too.

I also feel like it was two or three movies stitched together, Gwen's story was great, albeit with so much angst, Miles' story in his universe barely got going and Miles vs Spider Society was the main part of the narrative, and while it was woven together well I think the magnitude of it all took me out of it a bit, a lot of the times I felt like it was gonna end and then it went on for another 10-30 minutes, and it is a bad sign when you can feel the length of a movie. Honestly we could've easily gotten away with a Spider-Gwen movie of her own, let it cliffhanger with the cold open we got then have the final interaction with her dad and the infinite amount of colour palettes in this movie with just the Miles stuff going on.

My main character critique is probably the sourness that they did EXACTLY what I feared they would do to Miguel O'Hara. Spider-Man 2099 is my favourite Spider-Man but they really did decuple down on the edginess over the basis of his suit and powers. I mean sure, he has trauma that has killed off the last of his lighthearted value we saw in last-movie's post-credits scene, but most Spiders have trauma, and he did essentially steal another man's life for his own. I think the fact that he puts a ton of pressure on himself to uphold other timelines didn't quite come across so well, because they needed him to take over as the primary antagonist and 'the guy who tells Miles the stuff his mother warns him people may say to him'. Also, Miguel is different from most spiders because he doesn't have his Uncle Ben moment, he was a dick who caught conscience and Alchemax tried to silence him and accidentally gave him spider powers, so that also hinders the 'Canon Events' plot of Uncle Ben and Captain Stacy moments happening. Jessica Drew I struggled to get around to, loved her at the start but then she just started being cold, same can be said for Miles' parents towards Gwen, they picked one thing she couldn't have known they'd dislike and that was their tone towards her for most of their interactions after.

B U T !

Do I intend to watch Beyond the Spider-Verse? Yes! Absolutely.

Because even with the narrative flaws and the irksome nature that some characters are just being cold for little reason and that one of your favourite comics Spider-Man is not represented the same way, there is an extremely good movie in here. The art was amazing, in between all universes, the music was AMAZING, like Gwen vs Vulture just had an amazing soundtrack on its own. And gods all the Easter eggs; game and live action continuity weaved in, Ben Reilly, Unlimited Spidey, Julia Carpenter, adult MayDay Spider, Venom movie shop, even Prowler Donald Glover! There is so much to enjoy and the more you know about the several iterations and media of Spider-Man the more you find to enjoy.

But Hobie (Spider-Punk) stole the fucking show, everything he did was gold, Pavitr was fun but we needed more of him same with Spiderbyte and really Peter B and Miguel, Spot was hilarious too and then terrifying-looking when he reached his full potential, also Penny has an EVA now. The Spiders chase was well done with its clever quips and dynamic use of other spiders, the cold open was also inventive with Renaissance-verse Vulture. And then of course we got a very gripping cliffhanger, I like the squad we have for Gwen to rescue Miles and I can only beg that Lord and Miller manage to tone down and bring Miguel around in a satisfying manner without having to compromise the integrity and heart of the plot as Miles seeks a way to save his father without erasing his universe.

If anything this movie will keep you on your toes, it is stylistic beyond anything you might have seen before, but it can easily get overwhelming. I personally enjoyed as much as Guardians 3, maybe more by a slight margin (the highs are higher but the qualms are greater so hard to tell), but I also feel like it's not better than the first plot-wise just because of that feeling of being overwhelmed. It is worth a watch though for sure.

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But she was my daughter! Miguel O'Hara Fanfic

A/N: no, this isn't an x reader romance story. this is based off an character ai chat I did, and I'm in the mood for sadness. Remember, this isn't an x reader. No romance. This is a father raising his daughter. Miguel raised reader from when she was a baby. I want to make this a bigger story one day, but for now, have this.

CW: suicide

You appeared at HQ when you were only a few months old. Miguel blinked in surprise at your discovery, hopping down from his platform and landing a few feet from you.

You were wrapped in a polka dotted blanket, round eyes staring up at him. You squirmed in the blanket, making small noises of distress, and he gently scooped you up, holding you protectively in his arms.

"Hey there," he said gently, pushing away the tiny bit of hair you had off your forehead. "How did you get here? Don't tell me you're a new recruit."

Your kick in your blanket, blinking. He smiles softly, a singular finger reaching out to gently tickle your belly. You squeal, thrashing wildly, flashing a gummy smile up at him.

"Such a cutie," he mumbles, eyes lighting up with love and adoration. His heart swells at the sight of you, the father in him starting to kick in. But you have parents...right?

Your little hand wraps around his finger and squeezes, shaking it around. He nearly melts, but composes himself, searching around HQ for who you belong to. But not once does he remove his finger from your strong, baby grip.

Dr. Strange appears in front of him, looking battered and beaten, and explains who you are.

See, an ancient wizard put a spell on you. Or really, trapped the spell within your mind, so that one day when he's ready, he'll retrieve it and destroy the multi-verse. The only reason why he put the spell in your head was because you come from universe 1218, where no one would ever suspect it. Because your universe has no superhumans, so he thought it was the perfect plan.

But Dr. Strange discovered it and thought Miguel was the perfect fit of protecting you. Miguel took his job seriously at protecting the multiverse, and he would do the same protecting you.

"Remember, Miguel O'Hara. This is a job. Do not get attached, because I do not know when I'll return to bring her back home, but when she does go back, she'll forget you. She'll forget everything. So, for your sake, do not get attached."

Sounded simple, right?

Wrong.

Miguel fell in love with you the moment you were in his arms. How could he not? He was destined to be a dad. Holding you close, your tiny hand grasping his finger, his heart was yours. He was wrapped around your little finger and he knows that he would do anything, anything, to keep you safe. Why? Because you're his little girl.

Obviously, he was going to raise you as his own. Call you his daughter. Say you were adopted. Couldn't hurt, right? Because if Dr. Strange came back for you while you were still a baby, not much time would have passed. It'll hurt, but for a moment. As long as had you while you were still a baby, everything would be fine

Wrong.

The first several months of having you, he experienced all of your mile stones. Your first tooth. Crawling. Walking. Eating baby food. Saying your first word.

"Dada!" you squeal, tiny chubby bouncing in joy. Miguel hugged you close, beaming down at you.

"That's right, mija! Dada!" He blows a raspberry into your neck rolls and you laugh, kicking your little legs. "Aww, mi vida, you are so chunky! I think I might be feeding you too much."

Waking up in the morning and going to the crib, you just laid there, as if you were waiting for him. The moment his face came into view, you giggled, wiggling your body excitedly. You'll flip over, crawl over to the bars of the crib, and stand up, chubby hands reaching out for him.

Miguel will scoop you up and kiss your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "Good morning, my beautiful angel. Did you sleep well?"

At five years old, it was time for you to attend school, but you hugged his leg, crying.

"Papi! Papi! No! I wanna stay with you!" you wailed, little face covered in tears.

Miguel nearly gave in. He thought about waiting another year, but you needed to socialize and make friends. And he had a job to do. As much as it broke his heart to be away from you, it was time for you to attend preschool.

He got down on knees, bringing you in for a hug. You bury your little face into his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt, and he sighed. "You're going to be fine, mija. You're going to make lots of friends and have so much fun! I'll be here to pick you up later."

"But I wanna be with you," you sniffle sadly.

"Oh, pobrecita, I know you do. Trust me, papi wants to be with you too, but this is important. You think you can be strong for me?"

You pull away slightly, looking up at him with tears in your eyes, bottom lip trembling. "L-Like spiderman?"

Miguel smiles brightly, wiping away your tears. "Exactly! Strong like spiderman. Can you do that?"

You think about it for a moment, scrunching your nose. "Mm, I'll try."

He kisses your cheek, ruffling your hair. "That's my girl! You have fun, okay? Papi will be here to pick you up after school."

He watched you walk into the school, the backpack on your back huge compared to you. He stayed there a few minutes extra, just in case you came out crying, before heading to HQ.

Miguel loved being your father. Going to bed at night after tucking you up and waking up with you next to him, hugging your teddy bear close, snoring loudly. How close you'll cuddle next to him while watching a movie, making sure he stayed awake instead of sleeping throughout the film

The spiderpeople at HQ loved having you around. They played with you or listen to your rant about magical ponies and how one day you're going to become a fairy princess.

Peter B. offered to make you web shooters like he did for Mayday, and that was an immediate no from Miguel. No way in hell he was going to let you web around and accidentally get hurt. He nearly has heart attacks every time you fall.

Years grow past, and Miguel is beginning to think Dr. Strange is never coming back for you. Which is fine with him. You know him as your dad, and knows you as his daughter. You don't know the truth of where you came from. You don't know anything. All you know is the life you have now, and Miguel prefers it that way.

Your sparkling eyes looked up at him. You held your arms up to be carried. You slept in his arms. You made drawings and he stuck them on the refrigerator, no matter how horribly drawn they were. The look on your face when he did that made it worth it.

But your teenage years?

Oh my god, you've tested Miguel's patience so much.

Fifteen years old. Stubborn. Rude. Skipping school.

Miguel caught you smoking and grounded you, but groundings never worked on you. You always found a way out of the house and stayed out way past curfew. Up to the point where he had to find out where you went.

As spiderman, he discovered you at a outdoor party, drinking and smoking. Obviously, he shut the party down and took you back home. There were problems of you having an older boyfriend, but he took care of that. Made sure the creep never came back.

Things got better after awhile. He sent you to therapy, had a heart to heart to you, and he hugged you while you cried, hoping he didn't hate you. Of course he didn't. He never could. You were his little girl.

At seventeen, you got asked out to prom. Miguel was happy for you, obviously wanting to kill the boy who asked you out, but he pushed his protectiveness aside to take you dress shopping. The two of you browsed the large selection and you eventually chose the perfect dress, jumping in excitement.

Prom night, your friends came over to all get ready and your date, Oscar, came in a limo to pick you up. Of course, Miguel sized him up.

"I want her back before 11:30. A minute after and you bet your ass I'll be hunting you down."

Oscar looked like a nice kid, but that's his baby girl he's taking to prom and Miguel will be damned if anything happens to you.

You came downstairs wearing your dress, face caked in make up, hair fixed up nicely, and Miguel thinks of the day you'll be married. He'll walk you down the aisle in tears, walking you to your future partner, seeing his baby girl all grown up and starting a new life.

But if you ever needed to come back home, his door is wide open for you. It doesn't matter how old you are. You can be forty years old and if you need to come back home, or just want to, he'll happily bring you back.

Miguel took lots of photos before you went out, even when you said it was enough and you needed to go.

"Just one more!" He said that five times already.

You hugged him before you left, and he told you to have a good time, but not too good of a time. You laughed and kissed his cheek, running out the door with your friends and date.

Miguel stayed up for you. He can't help it. He wouldn't be able to sleep soundly without you back home. And when you did come home, you wanted to stay up and tell him about prom night.

Miguel nods, smiling brightly. "Of course, mija. I'll put on a movie for us. Go ahead and get changed. I'll get some popcorn ready."

You bounded up the stairs to get changed and as promised, Miguel got a bowl of popcorn ready. But when he went back to the living room, there was Dr. Strange, looking as though he been through hell.

Shit.

"Stephen...what are you doing here?" Miguel said slowly. He was really hoping Dr. Strange wouldn't come back.

"I did it," he said breathlessly, licking blood off his swollen lips. "I defeated the bastard." He sighs in relief, nearly stumbling. "Besides, it's time for (reader) to return home."

"Papi? Who's here?" you called down from upstairs.

"Don't worry about it, mija!" Miguel yelled back, feeling Dr. Strange's steel gaze.

"Papi? Miguel, you didn't," he starts, appearing mad. "Did you raise her as your own daughter? You're just her protector! Not her dad! You weren't supposed to get attached!"

"Do you know how unfair that was for you to tell me that!" Miguel snaps, baring his fangs at the sorcerer. "I've raised her for nearly 18 years! How was I not supposed to get attached?"

"Does she at least know where she came from?"

Miguel is silent.

"Oh my god, Miguel!"

You come back downstairs in a pair of pajamas, face cleaned, hair down. You stand a few feet behind Miguel, staring at Dr. Strange.

"Uh, papi? Who is this?"

"No one. He was just leaving," Miguel said, glaring at Dr. Strange.

"I certainly was not!"

"Can't this just wait another day?"

"What's going on?" you ask, staring at the two men.

Dr. Strange sighs, slicking back his hair. "I'm sorry to tell you this, (reader), but Miguel hasn't been honest with you." He tells you everything. Of where you came from. Why you're here. That when you go back home, you'll forget everything. You'll forget about the life you had here in 928-B. Forget about the loving father who raised you.

"Oh," you say, stumbling over to the couch and sitting.

Miguel immediately sits besides you, rubbing your back. "I'm sorry, mija, for not telling you the truth. But you have to understand that...that you're my daughter. I don't care what the party clown says. You're my baby, no one else's."

You look at him with tears in your eyes, and engulf in him in a hug. "I don't care either! You're my dad! I'm staying here with you!"

Miguel hugs you back, sighing in relief. "You heard her, Strange. She wants to stay here. With me, her father."

Dr. Strange shakes his head slowly, his red cape coming off from him. "Sorry, Miguel. But she has to go back."

His red cape wraps around Miguel's body and yanks him away from you. You scream out for him, but Dr. Strange grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet.

"Hey! Let me go! Papi! Papi!" you cry, almost as if you were a little girl again. "Please! I want to stay with my dad! Don't do this!"

"I'm sorry, (reader), but you have to go back. If I let you stay after defeating the threat, it'll threaten the timeline. I truly am sorry."

"No! Don't!" Miguel screeches, peering out from a gap in the cape. He sees you struggling in Dr. Strange's hold, reaching your arms out to him, crying your heart out.

Miguel holds a hand out, trying to squirm out of the cape.

A portal opens up beneath you and Dr. Strange lets go.

"Papi! Papi, no! PAPI!" you scream, falling through the portal.

Miguel lets out what seemed like to be a animalistic scream, a pained scream only a parent who just lost their child would make, and lunges out of the cape towards the portal.

And then it closes.

Miguel lands on the floor, pounding his fists. "How could you? How fucking could you! That was my baby! My baby!"

Dr. Strange doesn't say anything, nothing except for, "Check 1218." And then he leaves.

He does, and sees that you're a baby again. You're in the arms of your mother, smiling happily.

For the next 22 years of your life, he watched. He watched you grow up all over again, but this time without him by your side. It broke his heart seeing his daughter grow up, forgetting about the previously life she had.

But what killed him was your wedding day.

Your biological father walked you down the aisle, the one thing he always wanted to do. He watched you get married when it came time for the father daughter dance, he turned off his watch.

Miguel stood on his platform, heart empty, red eyes staring down into his hands. The same hands that held your little hand to cross the street. That wiped your tears away.

The same hands that reached out for you as you fell back into your universe.

He can't take this.

He can't take the ache of losing his daughter again.

So, what does he do?

Miguel rips his wrists apart and falls to the ground, bleeding out to death.

What is a father without a child?

He is nothing.

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