The Captive - Chapter 27
Chapter 26Â Â Â Chapter 28
Not too much in this chapter, but still some angst!
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âNorm? This is Jake. Do you copy?â
Jake held his breath as he stared down at the radio in his hand. It was late in the night, but he had to get Norm and Max to them as soon as possible. Spider needed human medicine if he was going to heal properly.
After a few seconds, he pressed the talk button on the radio again.
âNorm? Come in. Are you there?â
This time, after a few seconds, a voice crackled from the other end.
âJake? Is that you? Whatâs going on? Did something happen with Neteyam?â
âNorm. Itâs SpiderâŚâ
Jakeâs worlds failed him for a moment. He felt so guilty with what had happened. And now, he had to tell Norm everything. The thought somehow made everything feel more real, moreâŚ
âJake? What happened? Is Spider okay?â
The voice shook Jake out of his thoughts.
âSpiderâŚheâŚhe got shot.â Jake finally got the words out, his ears drooping despite knowing the human on the other end couldnât see him.
âWhat?! Whereâd the bullet hit him? Whatâs his condition?â The panic was evident in Normâs voice, even over the radioâs poor quality. Jake grimaced.
âHeâsâŚstable for nowâŚbut he needs treatment. Human treatment. He got hit in the right shoulder really bad.â
Jake paused for a moment before adding a key detail.
âAnd it wasnât a bulletâŚit was an arrow.â
A loaded silence passed after the revelation. Thankfully, when Norm spoke again, he didnât press Jake on it.
âWhat got hit? Any arteries?â
âThe Tsahik says noâŚâ Jake explained. âBut it went through his shoulder, bone and all. He needs medicine, he needs blood, probably some surgery, andâŚâ
He didnât want to bring up the possibility of what else might be needed.
âJust bring everything you can think of, okay?â
âCopy that. You said it was the right shoulder, correct?â
âRight shoulder, arrowhead right through the joint. Entry and exit.â Jake confirmed the details almost robotically.
âAlright, Jake. Weâll be airborne as soon as we can. See you soon.â
When the radio went quiet again, Jake let out a long sigh. He knew Norm and Max were glad to help, but it still felt painful having to bring them in again. Less than two weeks ago, heâd made an eerily similar call for Neteyam. Yet another child he was supposed to protect.
All he could do now was try to mend his mistakes.
After taking a moment to calm himself, Jake started making his way back to the infirmary. It was a quiet, peaceful night, aside from the faintly audible commotion from his destination. It almost felt inappropriate, given what had just happened.
As he walked through the night, he caught sight of Kiri. She was in Spiderâs usual sleeping spot, slumped over and peacefully sleeping, clutching a blanket.
Sheâd nodded off waiting for Spider, and apparently her distance from the beach meant she hadnât woken from the fight.
Jake stood still, watching for a moment. Should he wake her? Sheâd take the news hardâŚ
He decided against it. Sheâd be better off with a full night of sleep.
He took another glance, before continuing his walk to the infirmary, taking deep breathes to steel himself.
Finally, he reached the large Marui and stepped inside.
Ronal was knelt over Spiderâs pale figure, carefully inspecting the affected area, the same as sheâd been when Jake had left. He slowly, almost hesitantly walked up next to the Tsahik.
âI called my sky-person friends. Theyâre on the way with medicine for him.â He explained quickly. Ronal hummed in acknowledgment, but remained fixated on Spider, gently feeling his right shoulder, making sure to avoid the bandaged areas. The way the bones were movingâŚ
Jake felt slightly sick.
âHowâŚis he?â
Ronal kept feeling the bones for a moment, then finally leaned back slightly, her expression unreadable.
âThe impact has shattered his shoulder.â
âHow bad is it?â
For the first time since sheâd started treating Spider, Ronal let an emotion besides pure focus creep onto her face.
âFor a Naâvi, perhaps there would be a way. But he is a sky-person. His arms are small, andâŚfragile.â
She hesitated for a moment.
âIâŚcannot save the arm. The damage is too great.â
Jake felt his heart drop all over again.
No.
That couldnât be true. It just couldnâtâŚ
He turned back to Ronal.
âThere has to be some way.â
The Tsahik looked back at him, her eyes filled with regret.
âI am sorry, Toruk Makto. ItâŚwould be best if we amputated beforeâŚâ
âNo!â Jake blurt out. He wouldnât accept this.
âNorm and MaxâŚtheyâll find a way!â He was trying to convince himself as much as Ronal. âThey can figure something out. Theyâll know what to doâŚâ
Ronal looked down, clearly conflicted.
âThe more we wait, the risks will growâŚâ
âJustâŚgive it a chance. Please.â Jake pleaded.
In truth, he had no idea if the scientists could do what Ronal couldnât, but the thought of amputating Spiderâs arm, and having to tell him when he wokeâŚ
âLet them see him at least. Maybe they could figure something out. If notâŚthenâŚweâll do what has to be done.â
Ronal pursed her lips. She looked down for a moment, then nodded.
âYou have much faith in your sky-person friends.â
âIf anyone could figure this out, Norm could.â Jake spoke quietly.
Ronal considered the possibility.
âI do not understand the sky-peopleâs medicines. But I hope you are right, for the childâs sake.â
Jake nodded back. Slowly, he made his way to Spiderâs side.
The boy was still completely unconscious, his breathing slowed. But he was pale, and the various bandages, ointments, and splint on his arm and shoulder spoke for themselves.
Jake gingerly placed a hand on his chest, feeling the humanâs heart beating. He looked up to Neteyam, also unconscious a few yards away.
Two people Jake was supposed to protect.
The avatar closed his eyes. He thought a silent prayer.
Forgive me, Eywa. I have failedâŚtwice to protect those I should. Please, do not make either of them pay the price I owe.
Jake thought for a moment.
I know I can be better. Help me see. Help me help them.
He took in a shaky breath.
Help me help my family. I donât know what to do.
It hurt to admit, even to himself, but he didnât. He didnât know how heâd ever explain what just happened to Loâak, to Tuk, especially to Kiri. He didnât know what heâd tell Spider when he woke up.
And everything with QuaritchâŚ
And NeytiriâŚ
It was all so much to process. So much to deal with. Jake was surprised his head didnât just explode right thereâŚ
As he kept his hand on Spider, he heard movement by the entrance.
âToruk Makto.â
Jake opened his eyes, turning to face a Metkayina warrior.
âWhat is it?â
âThe Oloâeyktan wishes to speak with you. We are with the Demon.â
Jake nodded.
âIâll be there in a moment.â
He turned and gave Spider and Neteyam one more look as he braced himself.
Eywa, help me.
He took a deep breath, then walked back out of the infirmary, slower than before. Exhaustion was starting to get to him. Only a few steps away, on a patch of sand, knelt Quaritch.
When they had moved Spider off the beach, the Colonel had still been behaving strangely, insisting that he should come with. Jake had balked at the idea, but, strangely, Ronal accepted. She wasnât naĂŻve, though, and a strong escort of warriors had ensured that Quaritch couldnât try anything. The same escort now surrounded him, with a spearpoint levied at the Recom from eight different directions. Several other warriors were alert nearby, as if Quaritch could somehow still break free from his current situation.
Tonowari stood among the warriors, taller than all of them. He greeted Jake as he approached.
âToruk Makto, I see you.â
âI see you, Oloâeyktan.â Jake responded back, almost sighing the words in a mix of exhaustion and stress.
âBefore anything, I would like to offer my sincerest apology.â Tonowari began. âHowever the Demon escaped; it should not have been possible. The  guards that were on-duty have been reprimanded, but I shall take ultimate responsibility.â
Jake thought about how to reply. He didnât know how Quaritch had escaped. Heâd been tooâŚin the moment to think up possibilities. For now, he settled on nodding in acknowledgment.
Now, it was time for the big question.
âWhat do we do with him?â Jake asked, gesturing to the defeated Colonel.
âYou have captured him twice now. Under my watch, he escaped. I have no right to say. The choice is yours, Toruk Makto.â
Jake paused.
The choice.
What choices did he have?
Jake took a few steps closer to Quaritch and knelt down to look at the manâs face. The Recom was a wreck. Heâd already come out of the prison looking unkempt and haggard. Now, his blue skin was a tapestry of light and deep cuts, bruises, bloodstains, dirt, and sand. Dried blood was pooled under his nose, and around a quite deep cut in his lip. One eye was practically swollen shut, compliments of a hit from the butt of a Metkayina spear.
More than one of the warriors had tried to goad the Colonel into attacking during their march to the infirmary, but the man had been unresponsive to the attempts. Walking at an even pace as various insults, then attacks, were thrown at him. A look of quiet contempt, the same one he was wearing now, had been his only reaction. He had remained silent since theyâd left the beach.
His one good eye stared back at Jake, the look in it unreadable. Maybe from the various wounds.
âWhat do I do with youâŚ?â Jake repeated the question out loud in English.
He could end this all right now. By escaping, and attacking Jake, Quaritch had effectively renounced his protection under the laws of Eywa. Jake had the full right to execute the Colonel on the spot. He squeezed his knife in itâs sheathâŚ
A day ago, Jake would have jumped at the opportunity. Heâd practically dreamed of a moment like this.
So why was he hesitating now?
The events of the night replayed in his mind.
Finding Spider with the Colonel.
The way the kid had talked about Quaritch after Jake had saved him.
The fact that Quaritch had come after Spider, trying to convince Jake to hand the boy over.
The way Quaritch had behaved after Spider had been shot.
Jake could remember it clearly. The worry, the care, it had seemed genuine, despite the man it was apparently coming from. It almost seemed like an illusion. But it had happened.
Jake looked a little closer at Quaritch, trying to see if there was something else beneath the expression of hatred. But, aside from the typical signs of exhaustion, there was nothing. Whatever had overcome the Colonel had apparently subsided. But Jake couldnât forget.
Who was Spider to Quaritch, really?
Who was Quaritch to Spider?
Jake frowned.
Somehow, in some way, it didnât feel right to kill the Recom right now. Not while these questions lingered. Not while Jake was still trying to process the events of the night. Not whileâŚsomething. There was something else Jake couldnât quite name, but it was there.
Whatever the case, Jake had made up his mind. Whether he was making the right choice, time would tell.
âHe will not die tonight.â He finally announced to Tonowari and the gathered warriors. âThe Demon will still have his trial.â
Tonowari nodded sternly.
âYou are strong to be able show such mercy, even to a being like him. Your wish will be respected. No further harm will come to him until the trial.â
âWhere should heâŚgo?â Jake asked. He presumed the previous arrangement was a no-go. Tonowari had the same sense.
âHe will not escape again. In the five days until his trial, he will be kept tied in a Marui in the center of the village, in the open, under constant guard, and, under all our watchful gazes.â
Jake nodded.
Tonowari nodded to the warriors, and they quickly moved to relocate the Colonel, standing him up and prodding him forward. Yet again, he offered no resistance, but Jake didnât miss the quick glance he gave the infirmary before he was marched off.
There had been something more in that gaze.
As Jake watched the group depart, he heard Tonowari approach him.
âToruk Makto, I had hoped to speak with you alone. Now is a good time, if you are willing.â
âWhat is it?â
Tonowari looked away for a moment, before explaining.
âI spoke with the warriors about the events on the beach. I trust you are aware of the arrow that struck the boy Spider.â
Jake nodded, closing his eyes. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
âAnd you are aware of who shot it?â
Jake nodded again, unable to meet Tonowariâs gaze.
âYou understand the implications? You told me this child was in your familyâs care.â
Jake sighed.
âIâllâŚIâll handle this.â He finally managed to muster a reply.
âSee that you do. Otherwise I will have to...step in.â Tonowari spoke sternly, before softening his tone. âIf you need help during thisâŚtroubling time, do not hesitate to ask.â
âIâll take care of it but thank you.â Jake left out that he did need help, but he couldnât bring himself to tell Tonowari he felt like he was running blind with his own family. He couldnât bring himself to unload all his familyâsâŚbaggage on the man.
Tonowari gave him a nod back, and left. However, he turned back around after a few steps.
âIf you do not mind me askingâŚwhat is the Demonâs relation to Spider? My mate told me he claimed the child as his son and wasâŚsoft with him.â
Jake pursed his lips, almost smirking slightly.
âItâsâŚcomplicated. Iâm asking myself the same question.â
Tonowari looked at Jake curiously, but said nothing more, finally leaving.
Jake sighed as he sat on the woven bridge, finally alone. He turned to face the ocean, watching with bleary eyes as the horizon slowly began to brighten with Alpha Centauriâs rise. He was utterly exhausted by the last few hours. Broken, even. But the brightening sky was a reminder that this hard day had only just begun.
Poor Kiri doesnât even know yet...
Hope you liked the chapter! Like I said, there isnât too much going on in this one, mostly just setting up whatâs coming next. Hope I sill managed to deliver on angst though (with some small bits of hope sprinkled in...)
As always, TYSM for reading đÂ
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anyway itâs pretty clear at this point that my mystery bite came from a brown recluse, and hey uh I didnât realize theyâre the most venomous spider in north america. đĽ´
all I can say is if you get a mystery bite and itâs worse the next day, get your ass to the doctor right away cause on god this shit sucks and I canât imagine what wouldâve happened if I had waited any longer before seeking treatment.
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HI MIAAA just have... Hobie brainrot... About little details in every day life like đđ him nonchalantly pulling u by the waist so he's on the side of the street facing the road, him towering you in the bus or underground, blocking you from the big mass of bodies or any possible creeps (had my share when bus is too crowded đ), or giving you the window seat because ita your favorite and that way he can block u from the aisle and protect u like with the street thing đĽšđĽš letting you fall asleep in his shoulder or hugging his arm. Sitting always in the chair facing the door when u go to a cafe or a pub, so he can watch out for any possible threats that could come in and be ready for them, so u can rest assured and enjoy ur time. Letting you play with his rings when you're bored or anxious, holding you tight when you hide a bit behind him if you're too shy when he first introduces you to his friends, his hand giving u a reassuring squeeze. !!! EXCHANGING BATTLE JACKETS <<333333 maybe yours fits him a little shorter but its so cute... Such a bonding act.... Making patches or diy badges for each other's jackets too!!! Painting each other nails and kissing the knuckles for every nail painted đâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸ i could go on and on. I LOVE HIM!!!!
VIVI I SCREECHED INTO MY MATTRESS WHEN I READ THIS OH MY LORD ABOVE
iâd like to elaborate, if you donât mindâ
his brain was so wired to protect you that half the things he did werenât even consciously (cupping his hand around corner of tables or cupboards so you donât hurt yourself/hit your head, steering you to the other side of the pavement, away from the road, etc.). of course, you knew having spider-man as a boyfriend, youâd be safer than most, but when the mask comes off and itâs just your hobie, dark eyes lidded, watching you through his lashes as he towers you at the packed bus stop, cuffed arm pressed above your head, you knew nothing bad could ever touch you.
something about him mindlessly towering you on the tube just. wow. itâd be packed, rush hour hitting and he swore he couldâve just swung you both to your location, but you refused. swinging made you nauseous, and the tube wasnât all that bad. if you chose to sit down, his ringed hand would be glued to your thigh, not to be a flirt, but to ease your anxiety, know that youâre safe and that he was there. if itâs too busy, heâd let you play with each steel band, secretly calmed by the sensation.
standing up, however, heâd hold onto the railing on the roof, free hand on your hip to bring you flush against him, grip tightening at every bump and screech of the crooked underground carriages. you know it isnât his intention to tease you, but the way his body moved around yours at every turn, his cologne and natural scent inescapable with how close he held you, and the incredibly nonchalant intimacy of it all. something about the smirk that sat on his pierced lips, however, made you believe that his intentions arenât always mindless. anytime you questioned him about it, heâd brush off your accusations, simply saying;
âtoo many creeps around âere, darlinâ. gotta keep you safe.â
he trusts you with every part of him and more, but his trust for other people was non-existent at best. so, at the pub, he always liked to be able to feel you (within reason (or without, actually, he wasnât fussy)). whether itâs simply your knees pressed together, or you playing with his hands from across the table, arm snaked around your waist or shoulders as you sat next to him. heâd like to keep you away from the door, sandwiched between himself and his mates.
although he insists his intentions are strictly safety-related, heâd be lying through his teeth if he said that the visible rush of blood to your cheeks and falter in your voice as his hand slides across the skin of your thigh under the table, wasnât an added bonus. the smug prick.
heâd share everything with you, if itâs possible. clothes? yours. no question. jewellery? yours. badges, patches, safety pins with beaded designs? yours within a heartbeat. hell, you even had a collection of guitar picks on your bedroom dresser that heâd been dying to give you after special shows. you had no use for it, but the giddy smile he wore on his face as he kissed it between his lips and offered it to you, who are you to refuse that?
speaking of gifts; if he wasnât the one and only spider-man (well, of his dimension) then his criminal record would be miles long, purely because of the sheer amount of stuff he steals for you. heâs like a cat. anytime he leaves you for the day, heâll crawl back through your window with pockets full of tiny trinkets heâd robbed throughout the day. anything he sees that even remotely makes him think of you and heâs slyly sneaking it into his back pocket â and trust me, itâs a lot.
all in all, heâd go to insane lengths to keep you safe, and if heâs able to keep a smile on your face â and a blush on your cheeks â whilst he does it? then heâs a very happy man. loves you more than he could ever say, and hopes these little measures let you know that.
iâm violently in love with this man, i actually need to be sedated
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OH MY GOD. THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN MY PILLOW BECAUSE OF YOUR NEW SUNNY FIC AGDGJAEGAJAVSG ITS SOSOSOS CUTE I CANT BREATHEHEHEHEHE. it got me thinkingâŚsunny and miggy are perfect for the one bed trope đđđđđ just imagine miggy acting like it doesnât effect him, sleeping in the same bad as sunny. iâm already giggling thinking about it. PLEASE WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME đđ
As Warm As You.
Miguel OâHara x Female! Reader
A/N: OMG! Thank you so much for the love and the request! đđ¤ I personally never read anything from this trope, but I think I made something that can satisfy your fluffy cravingđ
. But I added some Sunny lore, so maybe this will make up for my ignorance. Iâm also sorry itâs kinda short.
A/N: I havenât seen the movie yet, but this shouldnât be harmed by it maybe. Also I would like to say that I am using Google Translate for the Spanish phrases I use, so if you are fluent in Mexican Spanish (I think thatâs what you call phrases and sayings more common in Mexico.), please comment some criticism my way. Thank you!đ¤
Warnings: Trauma, Nightmares, comfort, fluffy bits, One Bed, Miguel is a secret softie, No Use of YN ((Sunny is her nickname, not her name name)), Female pronouns, Google Translate Spanish, Established relationship?
ââââââ-
âBen?âŚBen!â
The little spiderâs scream cuts through the screeching sirens. The smog hung around the air as the dying flames stained the sky. Too many flamesâŚToo many places to be at once.
The red staining the dark costume caused bile to build up as the search becomes more desperate.
I have to find him.
The dull pain from nails bending and breaking as the rumble falls around her shaking frame. The choked panting caused the Doctor to find his friend quite easily. His friend desperately searching for something. Someone.
Why canât I find him?
The question is answered with a patch of dark hair appears under a pile of rumble, the tips stained in red. There was so muchâŚwhy is there so muchâŚ
A howl of pain rings out of the young womanâs throat as she clings to the body, her mentor just steps behind her, helpless as to how he can help her.
No one can help her. Like how no one helped her Ben.
ââ
A faint flash of orange alerts the sleeping man out of his endless dream. He looks around and doesnât notice anyone at first. Miguel sighs, his paranoia running wild as he almost thought an enemy broke into his apartment, not that it would be a first. As he lays back down to sleep, a slight drag against the floor brings the hairs on the back of his neck to life.
He may not have a spider-sense, but he certain knew when someone was watching him. His talons burrow at as the sound patters closer to his bed. With out hesitation, he lunges towards the noise, his hands catching the form of an invisible figure as he rams them into the wall. A yelp with a whiff of vanilla and lavender stops him from ripping the invisible personâs throat out.
âCariĂąo?âŚâ Miguel whispers as he retracts his claws. A faint whimpering emerges from the solid unseen being in front of him as her body materializes in the moonlight. The lines of her spider suit glowing an ethereal green as her mask disintegrates, revealing her tear stained face.
âWhat are you doing?â His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her suspiciously, despite knowing that she was the only one he knows wouldnât hurt him. His mind blurs his confusion and frustration as he steps back to allow her to recover from being slammed into the wall. Certainly there wasnât a big enough emergency that the beloved residential ray of sunshine would leave her room at The Lobby to break into his dimension, and bedroom to come get him.
âYou know better than to use the gizmo toâŚâ His scolding comes to a halt when the young woman hugs his figure, burning her head into his firm chest.
His shirt becomes wet with her tears as she sobs. The realization hits him as she whimpers into his touch.
She had the dream again.
No. She had the memory again.
His arms wrapped around her short frame as he buried his nose into her hair. Her scent filled the hole of sorrow her cries burned into him. As he rubs her back, her cries eventually stopped as she pulls away from him, an apology already waiting on her lips.
âIâm sorry, MiggyâŚit was really bad this timeâŚâ She mutters as she tries wiping her tears away as she forces a shy smile.
She felt ashamed for bothering him. Miguel was a busy man and she could have just stayed in her room at The Lobby, but the screams were too much.
His screams were too much.
Miguel doesnât respond as he heads over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. His face remaining emotionless as he retrieves a sweatshirt that sparked her familiarity.
The old gray crew neck sweatshirt with a fraying collar and mysterious stains along the sleeves. The old golden initials of NYU were cracked and picked apart due to many trips in the wash and anxious tendencies. A faint blush appears as she remembers the first time she ever saw that sweatshirt, the memory being one of her favoriteâŚit was the first time she felt so warm since that dayâŚ
Miguel attracts her attention again when he rolls up the fabric in his hands and forces the neck over her head. Her hair sticking awkwardly as she peers up at Miguel in awe at how caring he was despite his annoyed expression.
âBrazos arriba, Sunshine.â He whispers as he helps her arms through the sleeves. She blindly follows him like a student being instructed. The taller spider stands back as he raises an eyebrow expectantly.
âI appreciate that you enjoy the suit I made you, mi luz.â Miguel states with a slight teasing smile. âBut you probably wanna be more comfortable for bed.â
âOh yeaâŚâ The small spider blushes in embarrassment as she disintegrates her suit back into her gizmo device. A shiver travels up her spine as the cold air on her legs, leaving her almost exposed except for the old sweatshirt.
âNow then,â Miguel sighs as he walks back over to his bed and crawls back under the covers. âI have several meetings in the morning, so I need to sleep.â
The little spider shuffles in her spot for a few moments as Miguel closes his eyes, getting ready to sleep again. With a nail between her teeth, the girl heads for the door to go find the couch when Miguel clears his throat. She turns back to look at him when she sees the covers beside him pulled back. Miguelâs open eye glaring at her as he groans. âIt would be a lot easier for me to leave in the morning if you are in here and not in my way.â
A warm smile forms on her face as she excitedly comes into his bed. Miguelâs front facing her as his burgundy gaze burns with false annoyance and exhaustion. Miguel sighs as he feels the smaller beingâs weight snuggles into his broad chest as expected.
âThank you, Miggy.â She whispers. Her eyes peering up at him with gratitude and an emotion that only shines for him, his own secret that he will die to keep to himself.
Miguel rolls his eyes as his eyes meet hers, his warm cheeks hidden by the darkness. âGo to sleep, CariĂąo. Youâre gonna need it for training.â
She giggles as she wraps her arms around his waist like a teddy bear. âSweet Dreams, mi bonita araĂąa..â She mumbles as she closes her eyes. His warmth fills the coldness of her nightmares as sleep draws her to peaceful breaths. Miguel remains frozen for a few moments as he makes sure she is deep in REM sleep before his gaze softens.
His rapidly beating heart acts as her lullaby as he places a kiss on her crown.
âSweet dreams, mi vidaâŚâ He whispers into her scalp as his arms loom around her, acting as her shield before he slips into a sweet slumber in his lightâs embrace.
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Omg for miguel requests!! Can i request one where spider-reader is very bold and always flirting with miguel and one time he flirts back and she gets super flustered and doesnt know how to respondđ
Thank you so much!! I love your writing youre so talented
AN | No, but this concept was aces! I hope you enjoy đĽ°
Warnings | [Suggestive] Language
Pairing | Miguel x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.6k
Masterlist | Main, Spider-Man
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
You could hear his angry footsteps before anything else and you braced yourself for his fury. Instead you busied yourself with looking at your suit to make sure everything was intactâŚor at least pretending to do so.
"What the fuck were you thinking!?" ahh yes, there it was. He was definitely angry, but you tried to keep it cool. You weren't about to admit that he made you nervous, even if the nerves were slight. You looked up from your sleeve and blinked innocently at him, "don't do that!"
"Do what?" You kept your voice sweet and soft, "what are you talking about, Miguel?"
"You - I - you are so infuriating!" he waved his finger in front of your face and you simply shrugged, "you never listen to me! I don't know why I even let you stay on the team!"
"Oh Miguelito," you gently reached up and brushed his hand out of your face. You were well aware of what he was talking about - you'd directly gone against his orders. But, to be fair, things had turned out just fine despite choosing your own method. It wasn't like you'd fucked up some cannon event, "everything's fine and no one got hurt!"
"But you don't listen," he sighed heavily, "that's the problem. And one day, it's going to get someone hurt. I'm not going to let you do that to anyoneâŚor yourself."
"You're so cute," a dreamy sigh escaped your lips as you touched his face, brushing your knuckles across his cheek. He lightly slapped your hand away, "but you're going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep worrying."
"I'm being serious!"
"So am I," you raised your eyebrows and sighed at him, "I won't do anything bad and I'd never put anyone else in danger. You know that."
"One more fuck up from you and you're done," his voice was low and dangerous and you pulled back slightly, "I mean it. Just because you think you're so cute and charming doesn't mean I can't see right through you."
"Miguel," you looked at him with wide eyes, "I don't think I'm cute - I know I'm cute. But not as cute as you, handsome. Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go and make a few suit adjustments."
"This isn't over!" His cheeks darkened as he watched you walk away.Â
"I'd be disappointed if it was," you gave him a small salute, "see ya, Miguelito!"
He let out a sigh of exasperation as you walked away. It was definitely a challenge not to stare at your ass but he was just a man after all. So he definitely stared at your ass.
"Stop staring," Peter popped up behind him, causing Miguel to flinch, "just tell her you're in love!"
"I'm notâŚ" he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm not in love with her and I'm not doing this with you right. Get back to work, Parker."
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
It had been a few days since what you had decided to dub the incident had occurred. You'd more or less ignored Miguel, deciding to let him cool down on his own terms. You missed getting to give him a hard time and missed getting to tease him as you loved.Â
The thing was, you didnât hate Miguel. It wasâŚquite the contrary in fact. Over the last year that youâd been working for the man, or on his silly little team as you liked to tease him, youâd found yourself getting more and more attached to him. You really liked him and you werenât shy about letting him know. You thought you were being obvious, but apparently you werenât obvious at all because he didnât seem to get it. Or, if he did, he really wasnât interested and chose not to acknowledge your moves. It was Miguel though, and you were sure he would have just told youâŚbut then again, would he have? Maybe he was just a simple-â
âWhatâs wrong, princess?â you started at the sound of his low, gruff voice. You hadnât heard him sneak up and his sudden appearance almost scared you off your chair. Clutching at your heart, you looked over to see Miguel leaning against the edge of your desk, a lazy smile on his face. You were stunned by both his appearance and his casual display of affection, and could only manage to open and close your mouth a few times, âcat got your tongue?â
âMiguel?â you looked at him with wide eyes, âw-what are you doingâŚhere?â
âJust wanted to come and see my favorite girl,â okay, there was definitely something going on. You highly doubted you were his favorite girl (that was probably Jessica or Mayday), let alone his favorite anything, âI have something for you.â
âFor me?â your mouth ran dry as he nodded. Was he flirting with you? Surely he couldnât be, âwhat would that be?â
âHere,â he reached behind his back and pulled out what looked like your suitâŚonly this was slightly different. He placed it on the desk in front of you before moving to stand behind you. His larger frame easily dwarfed yours, and that was something you tried to push out of your mind. You looked over the suit, trailing your fingers over the soft fabric, âI made some adjustments to it. I think youâll find it easier to access web fluid and its got better repair tech. Something new Parker was working on.â
You let out a small breath of amazement; this was an incredibly kind gesture from anyone, spider-people did happen to be generous for the most part, but this was next level. You re-familiarized yourself with the pink, blue, and purple fabric. A smile crossed your features as you turned your head to look at him. You found him watching you intently, âthank you, Miguel. This isâŚamazing.â
âYouâre welcome,â his voice was near your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, âmaybe itâll help you to listen next time, hmm?â
âMiguel,â you turned in your seat and found yourself face to face with him, noses almost brushing. Whatever you were about to say quickly left your mind as you looked into his pretty brown eyes. A sharp inhale escaped your lips and you noticed the smile on his face grow larger, âI, ughâŚIâŚâ
âHmm?â it was a small sound of the back of his throat as he regarded you. He reached up and touched your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, âwhatâs up?â
âI umm,â you stammered nervously, trying to ignore the feeling of his skin on yours, âI gotta go. I-I think Peter needed me for something.â
âHeâs out on assignment right now.â
âMayday then,â you volunteered slinking out from under his arm and grabbing the new suit, You felt your entire face warmed up as he started to chuckle, âMayday needs me-â
âSheâs a baby!â
âAnd I love her,â you squeaked, âso I gotta help her!â
You took off before he could say anything else or fluster you even more. Something had gotten into Miguel OâHara and you werenât sure you could handle it. You werenât sure youâd survive the man youâd longed after for so long returning those very same feelings.Â
Well. This was going to get interesting.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
You came to the decision, made after much contemplation and tossing and turning at night, that you were going to ignore Miguel. Not ignore completely but ignore his advances. If he did happen to flirt with you again, you weren't going to say or do anything. Not that you expected themâŚbut, you know, just in case it happened.
When you got to the headquarters the next day, you kept to yourself, taking your coffee and making your way to your little assigned corner and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Maybe if no one saw you, you could get away with being practically invisible.Â
But the universe wouldn't have it, of course it wouldn't.
"Hello there," his voice was sticky sweet like toffee and that didn't land well with you. Rather it did land well in the sense that it shouldn't have made you feel the rush you were currently experiencing, "you look pretty today."
"I, ugh," you looked down at your outfit and shrugged helplessly. You were dressed simply in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sandals; nothing that you would consider exceptional, "ummâŚthanks?"
"What's wrong?" He knew exactly what was wrong, the bastard. He could probably hear the erratic and wild beating of your heart, "you seemâŚnervous."
"N-no," you shook your eyes but your wide eyes and pretty pout were anything but convincing, "justâŚtired?"
 "Are you sure about that?"
"No," you answered. You could have beaten around the bush all you wanted, but you knew that he wasn't going to give up. That wasn't Miguel at all. The best option - the only really - was to just come out and tell him the truth. Once it was all out, the chips would fall where they may, "why are you suddenly flirting with me? W-wait, are you flirting with me?â
âI am,â he admitted this so easily that it caught you off guard. You knew he wasnât one to lie per se, but you didnât expect him to just outright admit it. Confusion colored your features as you tried to get your mind to function again, âI amâŚflirting with you.â
âOh,â you nodded and turned back to your computer screen before it all set in, âoh?â
âOh,â he teased, reaching forward to brush some of your rogue locks of hair behind your ear.
âWhy?â you reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, âis it because Iâve been flirting with you?â
âItâs one of the reasonsâŚamong others,â alright. Now you were curious, even more than before, as to where this was going, âis that a problem for you?â
Nope. No. Nah. Not. At. All.
âUmmmâŚâ you felt ditzy and dazy as you looked over at the handsome man. He really had you thrown for a loop, âI justâŚif I made you feel uncomfortable with it, Iâm sorry. I never meant it to be mean or anything. I justâŚmeant it.â
âMeant it?â he parroted as you swallowed thickly, âyou meant it all those times you were flirting with me?â
âY-yes,â your confession was soft and gentle as Miguel practically preened under your words. He wasnât sure what answer he had been expecting, but somehow it wasnât this one. He hadnât flattered him with the idea that you would seriously like him, âI did - I do, Miguel.â
âHmm,â he mused softly as you blinked at him with wide eyes, âdo you want to know something?â
âY-yes? Yes,â you nodded, tummy fluttering with butterflies and heart pitter-patter rapidly.
âWhen Iâve been flirting with you,â he leaned down so he was almost face level with you, âIâve meant it too, princess.â
âNo way,â disbelief flooded your veins as the first conclusion you came to was that he was lying. Perhaps this was all to get back for going against his direct orders during your last mission. That must have been the reason, right? You leaned away from him and almost slid off your chair as you rolled back to create a bit of distance between your bodies, ây-youâre lying. You have to beâŚâ
âIâm not lying to you,â this time he was in disbelief. Heâd never once lied to youâŚwhy would he start now?
âYou have to be,â you sounded so pathetic as you grabbed your stuff and almost ran away, âyou canât like me like that!â
âWhy not?!â
âI dunno, you just canât!â you almost ran into Peter as you tried to get away, âsorry!â
Peter was dumbfounded as he looked between your quickly disappearing figure and Miguel, âwhat happened now?â
âI wish I knew,â Miguel exhaled heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose, âfuck.â
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
You kept your distance from HQ for a couple of days after your embarrassing outburst. You had replayed that very moment over and over in your head, trying to see it from all different angles.
The only conclusion you kept coming to was that he was telling the truth. And that reality was hard to come to terms with at firstâŚbut then it was blissfully exciting. Miguel liked you! But then it was more like Miguel liked youâŚholy shit.Â
But then you decided that more than anything, you needed to know the truth.Â
You practically ran over to his office, causing the curious glances of other spider-people to follow you. You could hear their hushed murmurs, but didnât stop to address them. News traveled fast around this place and you had no doubt that as soon as whatever happened between the two of you, the news would spread like wildfire.Â
âMiguel!â you didnât even bother to knock and announce your presence, bursting into his office without ceremony. He turned around to face you, a few different expressions crossing his features before settling on surprise, âIâŚâ
âYes?â suddenly every single coherent thought escaped your mind as you stared at him. He cocked his head to the side and looked at you expectantly.
âDid you mean it?â you whispered, taking a step closer to him, âthe other day when you said you flirted with me because you meant it. Did you mean it?â
âYes,â he promised, closing the gap even more, âof course I did. I wouldnât lie to you.â
âMe neither,â you insisted, catching yourself, âlie to you, I mean. SoâŚâ
âSo weâre on the same page now?â
âI think so,â you smiled hesitantly at him, and the two of you locked eyes for a few moments.Â
Before you could stop yourself, you closed the little bit of distance remaining between your bodies before practically jumping into his arms. Almost as if he had known what you were thinking, he effortlessly caught you, wrapping his strong arms around you. You beamed at him, melting as you watched him practically glow at you.Â
âI want to kiss you,â you touched his face, and he practically leaned into your touch, âmay I?â
âYou may-â you prevented him from saying anything else as you crashed your lips onto his, kissing him with a fierce determination and eagerness.Â
Neither of you dared to pull back until you were both breathless, looking at each other through hazy eyes and soft smiles. He gently set you back on the ground and you stared up at him.Â
âDo you want some more honesty?â he asked gently, stealing a few more kisses, which you eagerly gave him.
âOf course.â
âI plan on doing that a lot more,â and yeahâŚthat made you practically jump his bones then and there, âif youâre down for it.â
âYes,â that came without hesitation, âI definitely am.â
âBetter close the door then,â you did as you asked, looking at him with round, eager eyes, âyou know how nosey they can be.â
âThe nosiestâŚâ
âNow, câmere,â he held his hand out to you, âand let me prove I wasnât lying to you.â
âYes, please.â
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Girlll how about Miguel x Hispanic!Wife! Reader and Miguel comes home all beaten up and shit with his suit glitching and she asks what happen and he explains how he chased down miles and she yells at him for beating up a child. Like full on Hispanic mom mode then she gets all soft with him and patches him up and cooks him something nice đ
YOU WHAT?
omg bettt, sorry this took so long, I wrote it and forgot to save it before closing the app and lost everything đ
Miguel OâHara x Hispanic!Wife Reader
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Warnings: Swear words
You and Miguel had been married for some years, you both met at the spider society, but ever since you got pregnant Miguel became too protective of you and insisted on you taking a break, he didnât want you to make too much effort and hurt yourself, or even worse, he couldnât handle the thought of losing another child or losing you, so eventually you gave in to his wishes and took a break.
You were cleaning your house (even though Miguel told you he would do it when he came back) while listening to songs that youâre sure you learnt from listening to them when your mom cleaned when you were younger, you know those sad old lady songs like the ones from Amanda Miguel, Pimpinela, RocĂo DĂşrcal, and artists like that âAmor, de verdad pareces una seĂąora dolidaâ (Love, youâre acting like a depressed old lady) Miguel told you once when he came home to you screaming your lungs out to AsĂ No Te AmarĂĄ JamĂĄs as if you had been through three divorces and four infidelities.
Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door aggressively open and heavy footsteps, you became excited as you knew that Miguel had finally arrived, but when you heard that he was stumbling around and you turned to him you were shocked. You saw your husband covered in bruises and wounds, and his suit was glitching, you hadnât seen him like that in such a long time, you werenât even sure that you had ever seen him that bad.
Hearing him groan in pain pulled you out of your shock state and you soon started to realize how messed up he actually looked.
âAY MIGUEL, QUE CHINGADOS TE PASĂ?â (AY MUGUEL, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?) you asked shocked
âNothing, im fi-â he couldnât even finish his sentence without whining in pain
âAy no, no me vengas con esas mamadas de que no te pasĂł nada y que no se que chingados, no puedes ni siquiera decir una oraciĂłn completa y dices esas pendejadas de que estĂĄs bien? Yo no soy pendeja y tu lo sabes Miguel, a mi no me ves la cara. Dime que chingados te pasĂł antes de que yo me entere por mi cuenta.â (Oh no, donât come tell me that dumb shit of nothing happened, you canât even finish a sentence and you say that youâre fine? Iâm not dumb and you know it well Miguel, you are not lying to me. Tell me what the fuck happened before I find out by my own)
âI already told you iâm fine my love, you donât need to worry about me, reallyâ he was now sitting down on your couch
You approached him and you now had a clearer view of his wounds âAy no, mĂrate cĂłmo estĂĄs, no no, estoy bien mis huevos, iiiih, no mames me estĂĄs manchando mi sillĂłn, neta si no me vas a decir que te pasĂł mĂnimo dĂŠjame ayudarte con tus heridas amorâ (Look at you, no no, Iâm fine my ass, oh my god and youâre staining my couch, if youâre not gonna tell me what happened at least let me help you with your wounds love)
âYou really donât need to, I can do it mysel-â
âYa cĂĄllate, te voy a ayudar porque te voy a ayudar y tu te vas a dejar, y si no te dejas donde vea que se te infectan las heridas vas a ver eh cabrĂłn?â (Just shut up, Iâm gonna help you and youâre gonna let me, and if you donât if I see that your wounds get infected youâre done understood?)
âNo te vas a rendir verdad? okay fine you can help meâ (Youâre not giving up are you?)
âGood, it wasnât a questionâ you smiled at him while heading to your bathroom to get your emergency kit which you always kept even if Miguel told you to throw it away or that it wasnât necessary multiple times.
You came back to your living room and started cleaning Miguels wounds âSo, youâre gonna tell me what happened to you or?â
He sighed âMiles..â he said almost whispering
âHm? say it again? I canât hear you corazĂłnâ
âMilesâ
âMiles? as in the kid you told me about?â he nodded
âHe couldnât have possibly done this right? heâs a kid, you said so, tell me the full storyâ
âHe went to HQ, Gwen brought him⌠he broke a cannon event and destroyed a universe, then I had to tell himâ
âAbout? go on mi cielo, Iâm all earsâ
He sighed âI had to tell him⌠about his cannon eventâ
âOh⌠Iâm guessing he didnât take it wellâ he shook his head
âHe wanted to save his dad even if it destroyed the universe, I had to chase him down, I had to tell him that he was an anomaly, Every single spider in the society chased him down and he still beat our asses and managed to escape, I was so close to fucking ending with it once for allâ
âYOU WHAT? A ver cielo, dĂŠjame ver si entendĂ, HICISTE QUE UN MONTĂN DE ADULTOS PERSIGUIERAN A UN NIĂO Y DESPUĂS CASI LO MATAS?â (YOU WHAT? Okay, let me see if I understood, YOU MADE A BUNCH OF ADULTS CHASE DOWN A KID AND AFTER THAT YOU ALMOST KILLED THE KID?)
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âSabes lo que le pudo haber pasado a ese niĂąo?! Que habrĂas hecho si lo hubieras matado eh?â (Do you know what couldâve happened to that kid?! What would you have done if you had killed him huh?)
âY/n you donât understand, he wouldnât listen to meâ
âNo, I donât understand, heâs just a kid Miguel, of course heâs gonna try to save his dad! itâs logic!â
âThen what was I supposed to do huh?!â
âI DONT KNOW, MAYBE NOT TRY TO KILL A KID?â
âLook, Iâm sorry, I just wanted what was best for everyone, I didnât want him to deal with the guilt of making an universe come to an end, Iâm so sorry , I promise you that I will try to fix everythingâ he said sincerely
âYou should be apologizing to the kid, not me, but donât worry as long as you make an effort itâll be okay, just donât try to kill kids again, and- oh my god, I didnât finish cooking your food, okay, ahorita regresĂł mi amor, y ni se te ocurra moverteâ as much as you wanted to be mad, you just couldnât resist him, you brought him food and continued to heal him until he was as best as he could be.
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hi!! if your requests are still open could I ask for a hobie x gn reader where the reader sees him super injured from doing spider punk stuff and helps with his injuries... there is something so lovely about patching up your lover/crush when they're in need of the help it's just so soft I love it !!
My requests are usually always open lol đ I love this tho
Never mind.
âFuck.â Hobie groaned, holding his side as he limped, he opened up your window. You were sitting on your bed, looking at the ceiling with your headphones on, eyes closed as you sung. He stared for a moment, but you heard a shuffling noise and took your headphone off, you stood up and gasped.
âHobie!â You rushed over to him, helping him to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet, and you pulled out an emergency first aid kit.
He pulled down his suit, revealing his abs. The wounds werenât too bad, but his side was the worst with a huge gash.
âHolyâŚâ
âSorry, didnât know where else to go.â He said as you put some alcohol on a cotton ball.
ââS alright, Hobie. You donât need to apologize.â You put the alcohol on his small cuts, he winced at it.
âSorry.â You mumbled.
He took a sharp breath as you finished, and then you put a gauze on his gash.
âSorry, not much else I can doâŚâ
âSay, you donât happen to have a pair of joggers do ya?â
âI do.â
âCan I⌠stay here?â
âYeah. Of course.â You said, putting away the first aid kit.
âThanks.â He said with a smile, you smiled back and went to your closet to get a pair of sweatpants.
You handed it to him and he went into the bathroom and changed.
âI wouldnât put on a shirt. Itâll just hurt.â You said when he came out and got ready to put one on.
âYeah. Iâll uh- take the couch, yeah?â
âNo. Câmon. My beds big enough.â
âYou sure..?â He wanted this more than anything, to share a bed with you. But he didnât wanna make you pressured, that was the last thing he wanted.
âIt doesnât matter.â You shrugged, ignoring how the thought of it actually made you feel. Excited.
âAlright.â He shrugged
You got into the bed, him following.
âThank you.â He said.
âItâs nothing, hobie. Goodnight.â
âLove you.â He mumbled sleepily, not even realizing until after he said it.
âWhat?â
âUh- never mind.â He said.
You smiled as you fell asleep.
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pairing(s): miles morales x fem!reader, miles morales x witch!reader, earth!42 Miles x fem!reader? earth!42 miles x witch!reader,
summary: You had been dating your vigilante boyfriend for a few months now but to his surprise you were hiding something a little more than complicated
word count: 2.4k+
request: Hi, if your request are open. Can I ask for a Miles Morales x fem witch reader or headcanons. Fem reader has powers and is a witch. She always carries a Spellbook and can always sense danger when it happens. How would Miles react and feel about reader being a witch? Sorry, if this is to much lovely. -@mbruben-stein
warning(s): reader hurts miles on accident, spidey/prowler activities, mentions of blood, spells, witchcraft, a little angst (I couldnât help myself đ), very VERY rusty Spanish itâs been a while, kisses, pet names, Both Miles are older in this like 17, and language
A/n:âGIFs; @manny-jacinto & @xmoon-soul-vibrationsx, @merakyn & â This was too fun to write đ
1610 Miles đ¤
Being honest completely and totally honest he would find out by total ACCIDENT
I feel like you would knew he was Spiderman your young, but with your craft youâve matured and gotten a lot wiser
Everyoneâs vibrations were different but it was something about Miles that simply was not⌠normal
That and the fact every time heâd cancel on you with a million apologies Spiderman would seemingly be spotted somewhere around Brooklyn in ten minutes tops
coincidence? You think not.
One day Miles was on his secret patrol or so he thought and your nerves got too bad you just felt that tingling, scratch worthy, sensation that told you that something bad was going to happen
what you did not expect was Miles to find out about your⌠power that very day
You switched off the TV with a small sigh the News Reporters speech dying down in their throat as you nuzzled a cup of warm tea to your chest the last foreign voice in your apartment talked about a Spiderman chance against a few criminals who thought it was a perfect day to rob a convenient store
Letting out a soft hum you made sure you caught yourself before you were lost in a heavy trance Miles found you like that a lot and it made you chuckle the first couple of times since he was so⌠shaken about it now it was a normal occurrence and heâd just wrapped his arms around you standing rocking side to side and a few minutes later you were out of it and greeted him softly
You werenât dumb far from it you were wise and had an older mind you caught on that your boyfriend was the spider portraying vigilante the second time he had ran out from one of your dates that coincidentally as soon as your boyfriend left your presence Spiderman was magically making an appearance around New York
You could also feel Miles vibrations when he was around you and they were very abnormal from your average human being. You could feel his discomfort when he came back from his âsecretâ patrolling by simply being around him
long story short he couldnât really hide anything from you.
You cleared your throat as you snapped out of the trance you had tried ever so hard to stay out a few vintage framed pictures shaking on your wall
You werenât usually this⌠jumpy it was usually only when Miles went on patrol and you needed to stop scaring yourself with the endless possibilities you just needed to clear your mind it would be a while before Miles got home so you stepped to your shelves of jars with different herbs, plants, and books sitting atop of it
Grabbing your jar of salt and a stick of chalk crouching down to draw a big enough circle for you to sit in as you stood in the middle of it before lining the outer line with salt you finally sat down
âPapilio lux, papilio lux, papilio luxâ You muttered repeatedly your spell book left unopened on the coffee table beside you youâve done this spell more than you can count it was your first spell you learned actually
You felt the heavy weight lift from your chest as a comforting wind slipped through your hair and the atmosphere of your home
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Miles swung from building to building the wind that was usually comforting and cool was now nipping and frigid against his skin
Your apartment building was in view and he found himself breathing in a fresh breath of air and pushed through even more determined to crawl his way into your arms when you needed him to take the weight of the world of his chest to help him breathe properly
Sometimes Miles just need you to put all of your weight and more on his body sometimes he just needed you to hold him sharing the weight of the world together
So with a harsh breath he crawled up your building to your window taking off his mask putting it up to his mouth to hold before pushing up the latch with one arm and crawling in with the other
What he expected least was to be thrown into a wall with the feeling of his windpipe being cramped down to practically nothing his eyes widened as he looked at you sitting cross legged in a circle eyes closed your hair softly whirling in different directions as he struggled to breathe clawing at his neck
Suddenly he watched as you gasped before he dropped to the grown coughing profusely and you rushed to him reaching out to touch him before you retracted your hand not wanting to scare him more than you already had
You explained to Miles everything a short while after that you made sure to get him some water first and sit him down comfortably making sure he was ready
My brother was in AWE as you explained your craft to him
You promised him 1,000 times that you wouldnât ever intentionally hurt him that when the spell was interrupted with another presence it wasnât approached with it tried to eliminate the potential threat
He reassured you that he knew that you wouldnât actually hurt him
âI know you would never intentionally hurt me mi amorâ
His secret already very prominent to you his suit being the biggest flag you could see to check off but he decided to offer the now but so secret to you anyways to make you feel better
âIf, if itâs not obvious Iâm Spidermanâ His voice slightly cracked when he spoke and you softly giggled a bit as he hid his flushed out face in your shoulder and the beginning of your neck
âHmm I can see that, but if itâs not obvious Iâve know since our second dateâ My boy was on the brink of WHIPLASH the way he looked up at you with the speed of light
âYOU KNEW!?â
After that day there was a lot more peace and comfort in your relationship especially with not having to keep anymore major secrets
He finds your ability to know when something bad is going to happen the coolest
Calls you his twin because his spidey senses are very similar
SPEAKING OF SPIDEY SENSES
THEY DO NOT GO OFF WHEN HES AROUND YOU AT ALL
Like if you guys are in your apartment or his Dorm? And you sneak up on him?
GASPING FOR HIS LIFE.
Like Gwen, Gankee, any classmates of his? FAIL. EVERY. TIME
BUT YOU!?
He needs his inhaler.
Also your spell book is so beautiful in itâs own way to him
Does not even TAP it if you donât give him permission
Heâs very big on respecting boundaries he would feel very flustered and embarrassed if you were to look through his sketchbook so he channels that into your spell book
If you do let him hold it and peak around in it? Internally screaming.
Itâs leather cover, filled pages, stained Hogwarts letter looking paper in his words
Heâs once again in awe
Brags about you ALL THE DAMN TIME.
Hobie is honestly tired of hearing him being such a âlovesick daftâ
Heâs literally the most happy for you both
Loves when you take care of him
He just a âwittle baby đ
Make him a cup of tea when he comes back from a rough patrol, rubbing circles on his back as he practically lies on top of you
Miles has gotten used to the feeling and knows when youâre âworking your magicâ
Suddenly heâll feel a strong peace slip into his head traveling through his skull, down his spine, and into the rest of his bones
Then the feeling he gets when he gets home from a long day and embraces you, puts his face in your neck, the bliss?
He feels that times a hundred
He likes to say âhe can feel youâ and youâd say âI feel you tooâ
Heâs falling asleep in like 10 minutes MAX and thatâs when heâs fighting it
We love witchy gf and spidey bf đ
Earth 42 Miles đ¤
Iâm getting hero/villain trope
Youâre a masked vigilante making sure New York is safe and heâs the prowler trying to make money so you, his mom, his uncle and him can be straight
The way you both found out about each other was so heartbreaking tbh
Miles did not want you to find out like that, hell he didnât want you to find out AT ALL
You were trying to protect New York and he was trying to wreck it
Neither of you knew who you were fighting underneath your masks
Felt like his world was crumbling when he finally snatched off your mask
You wheeze slightly crouching on the top of an abandoned building putting pressure on your side tapping the small black piece in your ear as the prowlers voice rings through your senses
âIâm close I just need more timeâ The mask he wore distorted his voice as he mumbled something to another person over the phone you could hear his steps as he breathed heavily into his mic having hacked into it
âYou donât have that time the police are in Route!â That voice was familiar to you, too familiar.
âListen you kill this chick? Youâre set full ride you, your moms, your girl.â Aaron Davis? What the hell did he have to do with the prowler?
âMiles you get this done? And youâre out for good.â Your breath hitched in your throat along with bile that burned your mouth as much as you wanted to believe that this was just coincidental there were too many pieces that added up
Aaron Davis
Nights you didnât go on patrol and randomly woke up to Miles gone
The recent excessive money
When he didnât answer his phone for hours at a time when it was closing dawn
It just made sense.
Everything else was a blur as you reached underneath your mask taking your earpiece and throwing it across the rooftop of the abandon building it cracking into bits as it landed harshly
You were so⌠angry
âCome on assholeâ You muttered having jumped down from the the top of the building your body pressed against the the side of the brick wall waiting for him to walk by and as soon as you heard the first step you were already throwing a direct kick to his chest causing him to stumble in his step just a bit but enough for you to have an open window of opportunity
âMotusâ Your hands moving through the air swiftly as the prowler went flying backwards into a wall debris crumbling around him before he was back on his feet tackling you to the ground trying to get you hands pent up above your head before you spoke
âAll this time youâve been lying to me Miles!â You shouted and his attack stuttered as either of his thighs rested on the side of your torso his hands pinning your wrist down to the floor
âHow do you know my name?â He questioned gruffly the realization that you knew hadnât registered
âAfter everything, out of anybody, you lied to me!â You yelled tears swelling up in your eyes and finally his gripped loosened and his gaze softened under his mask You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of how much he hurt you but it did hurt and maybe you were a hypocrite because you kept something from him too but he knew how you felt about the prowler
âY/n?â Miles mask opened on command it showing the exact person who you knew it would his carmel skin complimenting his doe brown eyes his braids falling down and stopping at his shoulders carefully he brought a hand down towards the lining of you mask before he slipped it off carefully, delicately as if you hadnât kicked each others asses for weeks on end his breath slowed and the world seemed to stop as he looked down at your face sweating and bleeding from a cut above your brow
âOut of everyone you were supposed to keep it real with me you said I was your ace, you said that. This, this is just a joke, un juegoâ You hope he felt like you did betrayed, hurt, like time had slowed down and the world had stopped.
âEspero que haya valido la penaâ And then you were gone right from underneath him into the thick tension filled air he sat on the blood snatching off the mask from the back of his head and throwing it with a curse before placing his head in his hands
âoh mi vidaâ
You would think that after everything that had happened Miles would give you space
and he would⌠not
Blowing your phone UP.
Would try to stop by your house and your mom loves him and Rio as well would tell him how youâve been down recently maybe not eating abs that he should talk to you later when you came back from running errands for her
Then realizes you havenât told anyone he was the prowler and that makes him feel ten times worse
YOURE AVOIDING HIM HEAVY TBH
heâs sending you gifts and flowers every day. Jewelry, clothes, shoes, food, just about everything
Heâs not good with words or expressing his feelings whatsoever.
Gets to a point where he canât take it anymore and heâs at your your door step on his knees for you to forgive he doesnât care how desperate he looks because he is to make it up to you
âpor favor dame una oportunidad mami, donât close the doorâ
âMiles please get up, ese suelo estĂĄ sucioâ
âJusâ let me explain and if you donât forgive me than thatâs thatâ
he was lying out his ass.. as if he would ever be over you pshhh
You wanted to say no
Just say no
NO.
âyou have three minutesâ
FUCK.
Thatâs all he needed y/n đđđ˝
Goes on a full blown rant about how he felt about you and how he wanted to keep you away and safe from all that stuff
probably the most heâs talked about his feelings in one setting your whole relationship
He loves you so much and wants to see you good and well
he loves her more trope? Yes.
You also apologize for keeping your crime fighting a secret
You guys have stuff to work on but youâll get through it
âI love you mi reinaâ
âI love you too queridoâ
đđđđ
Iâve been so brains dead when it comes to writing request đ
trying my best đđđ˝
request are back open
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Hola!
It's been a while I know đ
I just have something in my head and can't get my head out of it. Just hear me out- đ
Spider!Reader being Miles', Gwen's and Mayday's work-mom (basically their mom at work). Reader just loves kids (haha can't relate đ) and is a natural mother.
Miguel realizes that he wants needs to put a baby in Reader asap. (Breeding kink basically)
- Solecito (aka. Spanish anon đŞđ¸)
Me coming right back to life from how GOOD this ask is... Holy shit you put me in a mood đĽ˛
Motherly Instinct.
A Miguel Oâhara drabble ; MDNI, NSFW under the cut!
Summary: What Solecito said, except I took the creative liberty to ensure reader speaks Spanish and also Mayday kind of has MJ (/other variations of her) so Iâm going to add Pav and Hobie!!! Also reader isnât necessarily a spider-person but def in the medical part of the spider society, so you go ahead with your little imagination <3
R/N: this put me in such a mood I need to find more fics like this smh and extra note, I feel you Solecito, I HATE TODDLERS!!!! babies are fine, so are teens, but TODDLERS??? TODDLERS???? my patience is thin... But I personally would like kids and especially with Miguel Oâhara...
Warnings: NSFW under cut!!!! Obviously breeding kink warnings, mating press ig, Miguel physically cannot get his hands off reader...
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Youâve been in the society for quite a while now. From Miguelâs start to the shablam with Miles and the final acceptance of the boy into the society, even if Miguel was a bit sour about it...
Either way, itâs been long enough so that Miguel put a ring on that finger...
For the time being, your husband hasnât had time to discuss babies, which is something that youâve been thinking about, and subtly (not) been bringing up. He promises that someday in the future.
Well, someday is still too far away.
Youâve been at least calming your raging baby fever by talking with the younger spiders and doing your best to take care of their occasional reckless behavior...
âHey! Heyyy!!! I told you I was fine!â Gwen puffed as she was bandaged up from the shards of glass due to her impromptu landing, Hobie just chuckledâ probably his idea...â more than anything to land that way.
âOi, âmaâ...â do me a favoâ ân check on my âvitr, thanks, luv.â he mused, he seemed unfazed, despite the wraps tied around his wrists and arms.
âWill do, Hobie...â you smiled warmly, nodding at the younger spider, while Miles nervously fidgeted. âMiles...â you began before you gently patted his arm, âItâs okay, donât worry.â you smiled reassuringly, trying to soothe his nervesâ seeing Gwen and Pavitr get hurt like that, definitely must have altered the nerves in the young man.
âI know... I just... I guess Iâm nervous. I would talk it out with mĂ mamĂ, but I guess I just... Well. Itâs nice talking to you, not lie a replacement, but... Like a supplement? Wait... No that sounds wrong...â he mumbledâ which got him out of that loop.
âYou sound like a gym bro...â Pavitr finally giggled. Hobie let out a small sigh of relief and chuckled.
âSwolemates, huh?â Hobie chuckled, you rolled your eyes and smiled at them, the little group of preteens filled the room with easy chatter.
You smiled and nodded at them, unaware of Miguelâs gaze from the sight of the cameras that filled the screens of his monitoring.
Honestly, Miguel wasnât paying much attention, until Lylaâs alarming noises went off.
âWhat the shock, Lyla?!â
The snarky hologram just smirked, âOh nothing.â
âI just wanted to show you this!â she chirped with a smile.
He just rolled his eyes for a whileâ until the screen lit up with your face and the chit-chats with the younger spiders.
Mom? Ma?
Fuck.
He was so down bad.
Embarrassing, really, wasnât it?
Either way, Miguel just stood and grumbled.
âLyla. Shock. Call her in.â
âCâmonn...â
âShut the shock up and call her in!â
âCâmon! Câmon!â
âPlease, can you just shockingââ
âYeah, I already called her.â Lyla smirked as Miguel grumbled and swatted her off.
âBoss got you on track, huh ma?â Hobie smirked as you smiled nervously and swatted him off.
âI bet itâs not important...â you mused before Lyla interrupted.
âItâs very important!!!â
âDonât worry, Iâm sure everything is okay? Maybe itâs importantâ but in a good way?â Gwen offered with a small smile and tilted her head quietly.
âDonât be that way,â Miles muttered, but he shuddered, perhaps he was getting the PTSD that Miguel put him through.
âYou are all such pessimists! The passion is palpable, how can you concentrate when our big bad boss is in loooove?â Pavitr quickly shot back in absolute delight.
You shooed them off with a smile before retreating to Miguelâs... Lair. If you could call it that. Office? Same thing.
You walked off quickly, and entered his office. If you could call it that.
Miguel watched you sternly and crossed his arms as he stalked over your smaller form
âHola, Miguelito!â
âAy. Youâre finally here.â he grumbled, putting his large hand on the top of your head, pushing back stray locks of hair to kiss your forehead.
You smiled warmly, unaware of the daunting gaze he held on you.
âI have to ask something of you.â he mumbled as he lightly peppered your face in kisses, âĂs muy importante...â*
âLo que tĂş quieras...â*
He stared down for a moment.
âQuiero un bebĂŠ.â*
Oh.
Oh.
You stared up at him nervously, your face flushed as your hands twittered together, and you gazed nervously up at him, âOh?â
âShock.â he hissed and held your chin as his kisses became more passionate, âWanna get you pregnant, I want to give you a little baby. A little baby that looks like you, shock. You would make such a good mommy. Cuidando chamacos quĂŠ ni son tuyos... Y lo hacĂŠs tan biĂŠn...â*
Your breath hitched but you smiled up at him, âMe gustarĂa tener un bebĂŠ contigo...â*
The bed screeched underneath the brutal pace Miguel was going at, how many hours had it been?
Fuck.
Your clammy hands pulling at the sheets and the hiccups and tears that left your eyes as he pounded over and over again.
His tip prodding at your abused cervix, the harsh little veins scratching at your sweetest spots, and the scruffiness of his happy trail scratching at your little pearl of nerves.
God knows how many orgasms you had, your ankles over his shoulders as he bent you in half had your squelching cunt shaking and twitching as tears left your eyes at rapid paces.
âDios. Ay! Miguel, por favorâSisisiâ ay! AhĂ! AhĂ!â* you begged in tears, both of you reduced to mingled Spanish as he gruffed and grunted.
âTe voy a llenar otraves, asĂ te gusta. SĂ. TĂłmalo todo. No dejes quĂŠ sĂŠ salga nada. Te voy a llenar de bebĂŠs. Te voy a dejar redonda y hinchada, hasta quĂŠ quedes biĂŠn embarazada y tengas mĂ bebĂŠ. Hasta quĂŠ grites de tan sensible y dĂŠbil quĂŠ estĂŠs...â* he hissed back and kissed you with a stronger passion.
He was relentless with his pace as his fingers worked your nipples and he mused something about getting to drink from your swollen boobs, and getting to dress you in maternity clothesâ how he couldnât wait to watch it work wonders on your body. And how well he would take care of you with his baby. How his spoiled little wife would get nothing but the best, and have her with the most beautiful baby imaginable.
No mercy was bestowed on your poor body and less so that night. Your poor cunt was seeping his essence, and every time that a single drop leaked, he gave you another round until you passed out, only to fall asleep to his gentle praises and his gentle caresses.
Because he wouldnât have it any other way; you would make the perfect mommy, and god was he lucky, that ring on your finger was absolutely perfect...
But what would make this more perfect? A little baby in your arms.
Surely, as soon as the baby was here, it wouldnât be very long until he wanted another.
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Translations:
Itâs very important...
Whatever you want.
I want a baby.
Taking care of rascals that arenât even yours... And you do it so well...
I would like to have a baby with you...
There, there!
Iâm going to fill you up again. Thatâs how you like it. Yes. Take it all. Donât let anything spill out. Iâm going to fill you with babies. Iâm going to leave you round and swollen. Until youâre pregnant and you have my baby. Until you scream from how sensitive and weak you are...
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hi!! raccoon anon here! i just wanted to say tysm for doing my request last night it genuinely made me cry bc of how happy i was i was finally chosen đ either way..could i possibly request a poly! (romantic) huskerdust with raccoon male reader? maybe just some comfort after a rough day? (i apologize for repetitiveness) if you donât do poly relationships thatâs totally okay, mayhaps just husk comfort hcs then?
Rough Days = More Snuggles
HuskerDust x Male Raccoon Demon Reader!
A/N: Raccoon Anon! Iâm glad I made you happy, my friend. I will gladly write a HuskerDust x Reader fic/headcanons. Sorry for taking so long to get this out.
TW:None! Just pure olâ fluff,
-đˇď¸ Oh boy let me just say these men? Absolutely love and adore you. You got a old grumpy tom cat and a tall spider simping over your tiny thieving ass (I mean this affectionately)
-đ° So when both see you come back to the hotel after a rough day at work or just a bad day in general they are immediately upset simply cause your upset. Angel is the first to check up on you, just cause Husk canât really leave his post at the moment.
-đˇď¸ If you donât want to talk about it at the moment? Thatâs perfectly fine as well, they wonât push you to talk unless you are ready. But be ready for cuddles.
-đ° Once Husk is able to slip away oh boy, you better be ready in your pajamas and comfortable in bed cause these two lovely gentlemen wonât let you leave for the rest of the night. Unless you have to go to the bathroom, they arenât monsters.
-đˇď¸ Husk? 100% purrs and will pull you into his chest so he can groom you, like cats do. Whether he grooms your hair back or any fur that you have, he will do it. Donât point it out he becomes much more grumpy if you do. Angel will get his turn but right now he wants to focus on you.
-đ°Once again when cuddling you will get smooched. There is no escaping your fate. Nothing of the sexual nature of course, just more of innocent pecks or cheek kisses here and there.
-đˇď¸ They will let you pick out the movie or if you just want to cry as you vent before passing out? Thatâs very much on the table, hell Husk will join you in on the nap and Angel will snap a new picture for his phone.
-đ° You know how cats make biscuits? Husk does that subconsciously when heâs really comfortable. So you and Angel are the only two who get to see it happen.
-đˇď¸ If you are ready to talk about what made you upset? Both of them are immediately paying attention to everything you said. Angel gives you advice, Husk gives you helpful advice. Angel has his heart in the right place but punching someone in the face is frowned upon even in hell.
-đ° If you start crying? Oh it pulls at these boys heartstrings, they donât want to see you cry. Angel will pull your head into his fluff as Husk hugs you from behind whispering sweet nothings into your ear.Â
-đˇď¸ If you are the type to busy yourself even more to keep yourself from thinking about it, these boys will be even more concerned. Angel will slowly guide you away from whatever you are doing as Husk cleans up the mess.
-đ° Once you are asleep one of them will leave to go âtalkâ to anyone who played a part in upsetting you like that. No one gets away with hurting you.
A/N: I love these boys so much. I wanna cuddle them both now.
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Hobie helps reader get out of a toxic friendship because the toxic person is obviously super bad for them and Hobie gives advice like "You gotta just drop them" but reader is stubborn OR toxic friend already unfriended but won't stop sending reader messages or notes so hobie responds for reader instead. đ
Personally I'm going thru this rn (honestly she just doesn't understand the words no) and I think Hobie would be so willing to send a message and reader would be like "ok but don't be mean about it" and he just has to delete his entire paragraph of text đđ
-đ ( Te Amo )
I'm sorry you're going through this, lovely đ I hope they left you alone. Know that you are loved â¤ď¸
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, hurt/comfort.
Ęâ ¡â á´Ľâ ¡â Ę
The simple buzz of your phone fills you with dread. Shoulders straighten, fingers locking up in their joints, you exhale, closing your eyes tightly like you're in pain.
Hobie, the absolute angel that he is, notices this. He leaves his comfortable position on your lap, head perking up to meet your scrunched up face.
âThat them?â His voice is still deep from waking up from his nap. Eyes narrowed towards the knot of your eyebrows.
You huff, smoothing his cheek that your jeans have left a mark on it. âMaybe, did it wake you up?â
âYes,â he sounds pissed (not at you) and fatigued at the same time. âYou gotta drop him, love.â His voice is suddenly soft, knuckles brushing the tension away from your arms.
âI know, I already unfriended him on everything and he won't justâŚI don't even want to interact anymore.â The tiredness in your voice boils his blood, he's had enough of your so-called âfriendâ and his toxic ways.
âGive me the phone,â he sits up, flexing his fingers towards your phone laying face down on the table. âI'll do it for you.â
âI can fight my own battles, Hobie.â You don't sound mad, just incredibly dejected. Losing a friend is hard enough, but cutting them off is what's best for you, and Hobie knows that too.
âI know you can.â He kneads the space in between your shoulders to let you relax for once. You lean on his touch, letting your muscles sag. âBut you've already done everything and he still hasn't gotten the message. And if being nice about it doesn't work anymore, let me be mean for you, yeah? I know he was your friend once.â I know you cared for him. He wanted to add but he doesn't want to make you feel worse.
The phone buzzes again.
You nod, sniffing, you hand him your phone, opening the message thread for him. âJust don't be too mean to him?â
âAfter what he's doneâ?â Hobie's already typing up a storm.
âHobie, please.â You lay your head on his shoulder, the simple act has you melting all over him.
Your tender words have him deleting an entire paragraph. âAlright. Just a bit mean then.â Typing a response for you, Hoping this was enough for him to leave you be.
Hobie lets you read his message first before sending it. The tone was harsh but needed, the words were well chosen to try and be nice about it but still being firm.
âOkay,â you hand him the phone without hitting send. You're too nervous to press it.
âCan I add a wanker in the end?â Hobie asks, finger hovering over the letter âwâ.
You laugh, he hasn't heard it in a long while. Patting himself on the back, he types up the word.
âLove.â He says before sending the message. âDon't feel too bad, yeah? You're a bloody saint for putting up with his shit.â He leaves a quick kiss on your temple for reassurance. âDo you want to do it?â
Giving you the phone, you suck in a sharp breath before hitting send.
âAnd just to make sure he never contacts you again.â Hobie blocks the number, you can't help but smile. Feeling the heaviness on your shoulders fade as he closes the phone for you.
âThank you.â You lace your fingers around his, thumb rubbing lovingly on the back of his hand.
âThank you for trusting me.â He cradles the back of your head, kissing just above your hairline. âNow, it's your turn to take a nap.â
Hobie would do it all over again if you asked. He hopes the message gets to him or your ex friend is about to have a little visit from spiderman in the near future. Just to intimidate of course.
Giggling, you let Hobie guide your head down to rest on his lap. He even placed a pillow in between to make you feel more comfortable.
âSleep well, lovieâ He wishes that your dreams are kinder to you this time.
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Leo Valdez x Latina/o reader
âËâšPairing(s): Leo Valdez x reader (no pronouns/no specific godly parent)
When yâall meet itâs like that one Spider-Man meme
Heâs honestly really glad to meet another Latin person, especially if that person ends up his friend and eventually lover.
If you speak Spanish then best believe he gon be speaking to you in Spanish, most times itâs Spanglish but you still understand all the same.
I feel like when people of the same culture/ethnicity meet itâs an automatic click.
So thatâs def what happened between the two of yâall.
Now, if you speak Portuguese or anything other than Spanish then lil blud is gonna try to learn your language đ
I donât make the rules thatâs just how he is.
Doesnât even matter if he butchers it so badly
(Prolly doesnât since Portuguese and Spanish are similar (if thatâs ur language btw otherwise itâs so bad đ)
But still đ¤ˇââď¸
Now, if your latino then best believe yâall gon understand jokes that others donât
Especially if someone does something dramatic. then you both automatically reference La Rosa De Guadalupe
And then it turns into this whole worm hole on the momo and ballena azul things on those episodes- and itâs a whole other story tbh
(Sorry if ur reading this at night and got scared from the flashbacks)
Anyway, heâs that one person at Latino parties thatâs a lot of stereotypes ngl
Like heâll be that one older cousin that absolutely obliterates the piĂąata and then runs all cutely to you to give you the candy as if he didnât push some 5 years olds.
But also that one guy in the table chismeando with the tĂas
You canât tell me he isnât a little chismoso đ
Heâd probs also be the guy that handles the piĂąata and purposefully move sit out of the way each and every time.
Continuing from thatâŚ
Heâd def dance w u on the dance floor
Lil blud got them moves
And he def spends the most time w the little kids
No matter where you are đ
Moving on, if you ever call him an Edgar or sum shit then heâd get so genuinely shocked
Like you absolutely recked him
How dare you?
Especially since his hair isnât even an Edgar cut đ
Heâd be so hurt but move on (not at all heâd hold it against you)
Ofc lil pookie loves you so letâs move onto the more affectionate hcs
He calls you mamas or mamacita (fem nicknames) đ
*insert vine boom effect*
Not to mention if youâre male leaning heâd call u some shit like papi chulo or since heâs kinda a nerd and into anime (personal hc) heâd call u senpapi
Like ainât no way-
Bro is so embarrassing when he says this shit like wtf đ§ nahh git trippin
Nah but (unlike in the books) him calling u this shit is mostly satire
Especially when yâall call eachother the most rancid nicknames so itâs ok đ¤ˇââď¸
-SometimesâŚ. *insert that wiener dog side eyeing meme*
Itâs fun being w him cuz yâall can just casually talk about whatever that involves your culture.
Like even talking about favorite Latin snacks is an actually convo yâall have had and itâs honestly great.
Especially when he says a word in Spanish cuz he donât know it in English
bro doesnât know how to speak in English or Spanish sometimes.
Honestly same
I mean lil broski is glad to have you as his s/o at all
Lil homie desperate
But itâs the icing on top when he finds out your Latino/a
Makes yâall closer and makes him glad he can reference things, knowing that youâll understand.
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Little Spider | Miguel OâHara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic)
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warnings- none
Summary-Â Miguel doesnât want you to go on a mission with him because its too dangerous and he doesnât want to see you hurt.
Side note- Not proofread soo~ sorry if theres any spelling or grammar mistakes! Also thank you for 100 notes on Bribe ⥠tbh I didnât think it would do good đđ
âI told you no this mission is to dangerous. I DONâT need a KID getting hurt.â He said in a cold tone. Miguel acted as a father figure to you ever since you joined the Spider Society. He canât help but see and treat you as a daughter and feel that heâs responsible for you.
âBut if you just listen-â I got cut off
âI donât want to hear it.â He says while raising his voice. âI already told you no, youâre gonna sit this one out.â
âI always sit them out!â I argued
âAnd iâm telling you this one is different.â He says in a serious tone âI canât even put it into words. Just this time please, sit it out.â
âYou say that All. The. Time.â I complained
âBecause Iâm worried about you!â He snaps, before taking a deep breath to calm himself. âYour not invincible, Iâve seen your combat records and thereâs been close calls. You canât avoid it forever.â You stayed silent.
As he speaks his tone is stern yet loving if that makes sense he wants her to understand how truly dangerous it is. âIm not gonna stand here and wait for the day you go off on a mission and donât come back..â
His expression softens as he begins to let his true feelings show, âThis is why I want you to sit this one out.â His voice is soft and tender as he says this. He knows she wants to be included but he also wants to protect his Little Spider.
Their gaze meets for a few seconds, the look on his face shows the love heâs felt for her all this time. âPlease, please for once listen to me.â
"Can I just watch from afar-â
âNo.â He says in quite possibly the hardest tone yet, he doesnât want to sound harsh but heâs not letting up on this one.
We started arguing back for a little again then he left you there back at the HQ alone in his office like he always does, leaving to the mission that was currently happening. She was there for quite a while, left to think to herself for the next few hours.
As time passes she begins to feel the emptiness of the room, it was quite and somber and she began to realize how right Miguel was. She shouldn't have argued with him, but it was to late now he was already gone. With Miguel gone she did her best to help around the HQ, taking care of various tasks.
While she worked she couldn't help but feel bad for how she acted towards Miguel. He only wanted what was best for her, maybe she was being a little to eager to jump into dangerous missions..
-Skip some time later-
As she continued to work around the HQ she finally heard Miguel return, his voice echoed and it was clear he sounded upset. She continued with her tasks as she heard him open the office door, she just hoped he wasn't mad at her.
As he walks in he goes straight to his chair, he takes a seat and lets out a sigh as if he was annoyed or just tired. You couldn't help but feel guilty. As you see him sit in his chair he looks up and sees you "Oh. I see your helping around." He says in a annoyed tone.
 "Yeah." you say looking down and going back to work, this only made you feel more guilty. You did your best to help but the silence that's going on is making it hard to feel comfortable. You knew he was mad, but it hurts knowing that it was your fault.
Miguel looks over at you once more, this time he's not annoyed anymore. In fact... there's a hint of sadness to his expression. He sighs once more before speaking "You know, maybe I was being a little harsh." he says rather quietly, his tone isn't quite the same anymore. âNo, no, no its fine Miguel I understand that your just trying to keep me safe.â You said in a low voice
His tone changes to a quiet whisper "I just care about you okay? Thats the whole reason why I didn't want you going out." he says while letting out another sigh. "I don't want you thinking it's because I don't trust you. Its because I just can't bare to think of anything happening to you..." He looks at you with a expression that shows how much he means his words. Another long moment of silence passes by as Miguel just stares at you, he looks at you before giving you a small slight smile.Â
Even though he knows you still feels bad about the whole thing he can't help but feel like its his responsibility to keep you safe. He doesn't know if your truly understand why he was mad in the first place but he was just glad that you were safe.
After this Miguel stands up and looks towards the desk, "I'm gonna go make myself something to eat." he says while stretching his arms. You knew he was still a little mad for what had happened a few hours ago.
But for some reason Miguel just couldnât seem to stay mad at you, no way can he be mad at his sweet little spider.
A/n - The next one shot is gonna kinda be longer cuz like I got a little too carried away đ
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keeper ! alex a. x ofc (kpop idol!ofc)
"and she my backup like to say she was my plan b. kinda ironic 'cause with her, i'd start a family."
summary: in which polly jintara berkshire, whose friend was an ex of an f1 driver, juggles her role as a blackpink member and alex albon's girlfriend. OR this is just a series of photos showing how down bad the couple are for one another â¤ď¸
content warning: chatfic + tweets, use of explicit language, a lot of dirty jokes (nothing graphic), alex albon is a blink, references to stormzy songs, fluff
note: the title and quote is referring to my favourite tobi and manny song. anyway enjoy xx (i hope my jokes are funny enough)
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tagged blackpinkofficial, boamckinnon, thepolsci
liked by nicholaslatifi, jennierubyjane, roses_are_rosie
alex_albon kicking my feet when thepolsci pointed and winked at me tbh đđŠ have my kids pinned by alex_albon
thepolsci no U HAVE MY KIDS 𼰠liked by alex_albon
landonorris absolutely shameless
georgerussell63 this isn't who we are, alex đ¤Śââď¸
user1 bro who did you even go with đ
alex_albon latifi đ
user2 WHAT ARE YALL DOING IN A BLACKPINK CONCERT EVEN đ
user3 alexander albon, driver on sundays and a blink every other day đ
user4 lad i think it's a spider not a snake?
user5 shhhh don't ruin it for him. he's just being himself <3
user6 i just want him to show up one of these days in an interview and begin bonking the other drivers with his light stick like pLEASE ALEX
williamsracing cool stuff alex, but why didn't you take me there -logan liked by alex_albon
alex_albon big kids only, sorry mate. i'll bring the merch to you tho!
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user1 NO ALEX YOU LOOK COOL NEXT TO HER
user2 we gotta humble him- booooo get back in the car albono
charles_leclerc tell her she's very cool liked by alex_albon
alex_albon she doesn't need reminder đ
jennierubyjane do we go to you for free marketing?
alex_albon no, you'd have to give me pols for the whole year then i can do free advertising
williamsracing this is not what your pr manager taught you and you know that alex
roses_are_rosie don't worry, your level of coolness heightened a little! liked by alex_albon
alex_albon phew! i thought i brought her down to my level tbh
thepolsci don't say that to yourself, you utter dickhead
alex_albon ily
user3 YES ALEX!!!! STREAM MONEY FOR CLEAR SKIN
alex_albon my real skincare routine is money on loop đź
thepolsci when we reach 8 figures you can have my kids liked by alex_albon
alex_albon are we talking combined salary for the next few years bc we can start the process now???
oscarpiastri touch grass
logansargeant this is not who we are alex
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user1 MAN IS THIRSTY
user2 AND HE'S OWNING HIS THIRSTINESS
user3 now this- this is the standard
user4 are you talking about the picture or the guy who posted it?
user3 yes.
thepolsci screaming crying wailing
thepolsci on my knees frfr đŠđ liked by alex_albon
alex_albon stay there đđââď¸
user5 ALEX ?!!!
user6 MAN IS DOWN BAD
user7 if my gf is a baddie and a keeper i'd be down bad too đđ¤ don't make fun of my boy like that
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user1 tbh a trip to paris doesn't hurt đ¤
user2 i want him or i want to be him idk đ§
user3 ain't no way these two just made stormzy references on their posts
user4 girl serenaded alex with sidemen diss tracks before it's no wonder she posted this with a uk rap song đ
user5 THAT'S PEAK LMFAO
alex_albon never!!!! liked by thepolsci
thepolsci ily bitch
alex_albon aren't you the sweetest đŠ
thepolsci say it back đĽ˛
alex_albon thx buddy đ¤Š
thepolsci nvm i h8 you
user6 this is an emotional rollercoaster wtf đđ
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hello!! I loved what's in between so much and I need some more miguel o'hara fluffđđ
if you're talking requests could you write one about how miguel and the reader have obvious feelings for each other but arent dating, Peter b trying to be the wingman and tagging mayday along while trying to set them up.
idk if this prompt has any scope, but I just liked the idea đđ
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Summary: You have feelings for Miguel, so Jess and Peter decide to play cupid and help you out a bit :3
Warnings: None!! It's just pure fluff, silliness, paired with the classic best friends to lovers. Enjoy!!
You had a problem.
You had a very, very big problem.
Alright, so it wasnât that big of a problem, but it lingered on your mind day and night. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went to bed it was on your mind.
What was it, you ask?
You might, just maybe, have feelings for your best friend. Now, you knew the tropes. Best friends to loves was arguably one of, if not the best trope to have. But those were stories, this was real life. It made it all the harder when your best friend was Miguel OâHara, leader of the Spider Society.
Frankly, it was a miracle you even became friends with him in the first place. Somehow you had wormed your way into his heart and had the honour of being his closest friend. This however meant that it was highly unlikely for anything to progress further beyond the scope of platonic love.
This was a fact that you had grown to accept in the months of realizing your feelings. This didnât mean you didnât mope over it though.
~
âUgh,â you groaned loudly, your forehead pressed into the cafeteria table as you lamented your feelings out into the world. A happy giggle interrupts your swirling mess of thoughts, however, and you turn your head and are met with the sight of Peter B. and Mayday by your side.
Lifting your head up, you open your arms and Mayday happily climbs into your lap, babbling softly. You feel your heart warm a little as she played with your fingers, her red hair a mess as she laughs happily.
âCanât stay upset for long when this little one is around,â Peter says, smoothing out her hair that somehow only becomes more messy.
âThis sucks, Peter,â you whine to the man, and he smiles sympathetically.
âWeâve all been there yâknow,â and you only huff slightly. Peter was another one of your closest friends and the one you happened to rant to the most about your unspoken feelings.
âWould it hurt so much to just tell him?â he asks, and you whip your head over dramatically, a horrified expression on your face.
âI would quite literally rather take a dive straight down into Earth-67982 with all the gators than tell him,â you say, and Peter only snorts.
âCâmon, itâs not that bad! How do you expect to get anywhere if you never tell him how you actually feel about him,â he says, and while you knew he had a point you chose to disregard it.
âIâm perfectly happy where I am Peter. Single, and still with a best friend,â you say, but you sigh softly. âItâs not that easy anyway. Thereâs no way he likes me back, and it took him long enough to talk to me beyond anything superficial like the weather or the happenings of other universes. How am I supposed to confess to him,â you say, pinching Maydayâs cheek lightly. She scrunches her face up and you canât help the giggle that escapes.
âAh, relationship woes?â Jess jumps in, and you yelp in surprise while Mayday only laughs at your expense. You glare at her playfully and she imitates your expression in turn which makes everyone around the table laugh.
âWeâre not in a relationship, so I donât think it really counts as a ârelationship woeâ Jess,â you say, turning to the woman as she settles in next to you for lunch.
âYou could be in one if you mustered the guts to actually confess instead of pining for him like a lovesick teenager,â she says, and you shoot her a deadpanned look.
âThere is no way in the 7 hells that I am ever going to confess to him, I mean, just look at him,â you say, nodding over to where he was picking up his own lunch from across the hall. âIn the billions of possibilities that exist, there is not a single one where he likes me back.â
âDonât see yourself short, you never know,â Peter says as he and Jess share a look, cogs turning as they scheme their own plots.
~
You were just walking about the HQ, stopping periodically to talk to the Spiders you knew. It was your day off, and your own universe decided to be boring today so you figured what better place to hang around than Earth-928?
Well, it was supposed to be your day off, until your name is called over the intercom alongside Miguelâs, telling you both to come to the monitoring room.
With a groan, you nod to the Spider you were talking to before walking over.
âJess? Is something wrong?â you ask as you pop into the room, Miguel is already there and turns to nod to you in greeting which you return with a grin.
âThereâs a mission I need the two of you to go on,â she says offhandedly, swiping through the screens as she studies the universeâs events.
âBut Jess, it's my day off! There are literally hundreds of other spiders you could send on this mission,â you whine, the aches of the mission from yesterday still lingering on your body. Though almost imperceptibly she glances over at you, making it clear that there were hidden intentions behind this mission, and you press your lips together knowingly. You supposed she was in the mood to play Cupid.
âWhy do you need us specifically?â Miguel asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously. It was his day off too, you were about to go see him as he worked on all his gizmos, he still wore his work outfit in place of his regular suit.
âThis guyâs a bit of a tough one, so Lyla and I decided that we needed our best out in the field. Be ready to head out in 20, heâs already on the move,â she says, and you sigh lightly, unable to disobey orders.
Miguel only pats you on the shoulder.
âBold of you to assume you think you can order around the Leader of this place,â he says jokingly.
âI can order around anyone I want when the Leader puts me in charge for the day,â Jess retorts as she puts her hands on her hips.
âGood point,â he relents.
âUh-huh.â
âAlright, letâs get this over with,â you say to Miguel as you head out together.
~
ââŚwasnât this guy supposed to be a âtough oneââ you say, quoting the air as you stare down at the anomaly you were supposed to take down. Miguel only snorts in response before shrugging. There, in your line of sight was the anomaly; a snail that moved at a top speed of maybe 2 kilometres per hour that a single well-placed trap could take down in seconds.
âEasier for us,â Miguel says simply before swinging down and doing just that. Immediately the force field wraps the villain up like a present, and his mask disappears from his face as he looks over at you.
At that moment felt your heart skip a beat as he grins up at you playfully.
âAre you going to hang up there all day or are you gonna head back with me?â he calls out as a portal opens up, snapping you out of your stupor.
âC-coming!â
~
âPeter, why donât you get one of the younger spiders to babysit? Donât get me wrong, I love Mayday just as much as the next person but Iâm not that great with kids,â you say with a worried smile.
âThatâs why youâll have Miguel to help! I think you two will make a great team,â Peter says, handing Mayday over. You eye him suspiciously when the realization strikes.
âThis is all a ploy to get me and him together, isnât it?â you ask, and Peter puts on an oblivious face.
âWhat? No! No way, this is just a friend asking for a favour,â he replies.
âDonât lie! You and Jess have been up to something for the past week, that mission, the closet, and now this,â you huff.
âAlright, fine. Maybe we did plan this out, but maybe the two of you just need the push,â he says, a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly.
âPeter, he doesnât like me back. I know that already,â you say frustratedly, but sigh softly. âIâll help you out, but no more games alright?â
âAlright,â he relents. âThanks for this though. MJ and I havenât had time to ourselves in a while,â he says, and you give him an understanding look.
âWhat are friends for?â you smile.
~
âMayday! Get down from the ceiling, please?â you plead, watching as she babbles happily while crawling across the ceiling. You were right up there with her as Miguel stood on the floor with his hands on his hips, watching with blatant amusement.
âMiguel, a little help here please?â you ask him, and he only snorts.
âYou seem to be doing just fine,â he says, and you let out a groan. Finally he gives in to your pleading.
âSolecito, you wanna come down now? I think youâre going to give your babysitter a heart attack,â he says and immediately she drops down from the ceiling into his waiting arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you follow suit.
âShe only listens to you, I swear,â you say as you look at her, huffing softly.
âShe likes playing around, and you have the most reactions so youâre her main target,â he replies, and you boop her nose playfully.
âYouâre a little menace, arenât you.â She only babbles happily at that.
âIâm going to grab her lunch, will you be okay by yourself?â you ask Miguel, and he bounces her up and down as she giggles loudly.
âWeâll be just fine, wonât we chiquitita,â he says with a small smile. It makes your heart warm as you watch them play together. You knew how hard it was for Miguel to be around Mayday after losing his own daughter, but he seemed to truly adore the little girl. It was precious to watch.
âAlright, Iâll be right back.â
~
After searching aimlessly for a few minutes, and a couple of mishaps you finally have a small bowl of food to feed Mayday. When you come back into the living room, you find Miguel sitting on the floor with Mayday in his lap, a toy grasped in her hand.
âI think youâd make a really good parent if you ever want to have kids one day,â Miguel says offhandedly as he continues to watch over the little girl. You feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment at the compliment.
âSeems like the same would go for you, Miguel,â you say as you watch the two of them fondly. You canât help the thoughts that flash through your mind. The two of you, together, sitting in a nursery just like this one with a child of your own. It was far-fetched and would probably never happen, but it doesnât hurt to imagine all the âwhat-ifsâ.
âThough thatâs ironic of you to say considering I was just hanging on the ceiling trying to get her down not even 15 minutes ago,â you say, and he chuckles lightly.
âParenting isnât always smooth sailing, but you have a softness that makes the little ones feel safe. I see it when youâre with Mayday, even with the kids at HQ. Donât sell yourself short,â he says, glancing over at you before holding out his hand to take the food. Somehow you feel your face heat up even more as you sit down by his side.
âThanks, Miguel,â you say softly, and he only hums in response.
~
After all the events of the last week, you find yourself lost in all your swirling feelings. All those possibilities, all those moments you spend with Miguel wishing that they were more, it quickly became overwhelming. Itâs why you find yourself trekking up to the observatory of HQ.
This was your favourite spot to come to when you were stuck in your head. Very few of the Spiders knew about it, which made it the perfect hiding spot when you wanted to be alone with your thoughts.
The ceiling panned up into a dome of intricate glass, allowing the light of the stars to shine through. Though realistically it was more the light of the futuristic Nueva York, the city that never sleeps. It didnât make it any less beautiful though.
âSo this is where youâve been,â a voice cuts through the silence, and you jump slightly as you turn around to face Miguel who only chuckles at your expense.
âYou found me,â you say softly, smiling at him though it doesnât quite meet your eyes. A look of concern washes over his face, and you wince.
He could always read you too well.
For a moment you just sit there in the silence, the only thing breaking the quiet being his soft footsteps as he approached you. Every step he took had your heart racing faster and faster until finally, he was by your side. Glancing at him, you see that heâs already looking at you, and there was something on his mind.
âDo you like me?â he asks softly, and you turn away from him, instead choosing to look out through the windows. Slowly, you sigh, still unwilling to make eye contact.
âDo you want me to be honest?â you say just as softly.
âI do.â
A lump forms in your throat as you fidget with your hands a bit, wondering if you should just lie. If that would make this any easier.
It was hard for you to be vulnerable with people, from a young age you were conditioned to hide how you felt because it made you seem weak. And even worse, you were told it made you a burden on other people.
You never wanted to be a burden.
It was hard for you to be honest with your feelingsâŚespecially if they were about how you felt about someone you loved. You think this is the first time youâve ever loved someone like this, and you swallow harshly at the thought.
âI doâŚlike you,â you whisper finally so that only his ears could hear. âI know it's cliche, but it's nothing but the truth when I say that Iâve never felt, felt feelings with anyone else the way I do with you,â you ramble, realizing that once you started you werenât able to stop yourself.
âIt makes me scared, Miguel. Feeling this way? I donât know how to do this,â you gesture between the two of you, but still hesitating to look into those beautiful crimson eyes you adored so much.
âYouâre my favourite person. Throughout every universe, every infinite possibility itâs still true. And Iâm scared because it seems like throughout my life every single time I have something good it slips out from beneath me, and I canât afford to lose you. I, I canât,â you say, a single tear trickling down your cheek.
For a moment he doesnât speak, and the car falls silent until he inhales lightly.
âThatâŚis a possibility, itâs true. Maybe what we have, what we could have wonât work out. But maybe weâre that one possibility where us together is possible,â he says as he takes your hand into his own. It was warm.
So warm.
Finally, you dare to look into his eyes, and inside them, you find a swirling storm of emotions that you get lost in.
âCan we do this? Do you think we can?â you ask hesitantly.
âAs long as youâre willing to try, mi vida,â he says, squeezing your hand lightly.
âI thinkâŚI want to try,â you say softly, and his eyes immediately brighten up like the sun rising over the horizon, lighting up everything in its path. He smiles at you, and you canât help but smile back.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks, and all you can do is nod as you feel your heart jump to your throat in anticipation. Youâve never wanted to do anything more.
Gently his hand rises up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before settling on your cheek as he leans in. You close your eyes as his lips touch yours, and a small happy sound escapes your throat.
It didnât feel like how the love stories described how your first kiss would be, with explosions and fireworks.
No. It felt like the first breath of fresh air on a warm sunny day. Like the heat of a fire after a long day in the cold.
Kissing your best friend was like coming home, a comfort in every sense and oh so right.
After a few seconds that felt like an eternity condensed into a single moment, Miguel pulls away. You look up at him with teary eyes, not tears of sadness but instead pure and utter joy as you smile brightly.
âI think this might be the start of something wonderful,â you say to him.
âI think so too, mi vida.â
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading because that entire confession was what I imagined I would say to my crush ghfkjghdfkjghfdk (I was in my feelings, as a result this fic was born)
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Could you write an angsty hobie x reader where they both get into an argument? Everything is up to you!
ask and you shall receive anon :> i eat angst up for breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner, and late night snack and dessert. i hope you like this !!
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
sometimes, you can't make it all better. â hobie brown x reader (angst)
summary: you loved hobie dearly, and you loved how despite how shitty the world was, he kept trying to make it a safer place for you two. but when you see him beat himself up over almost losing you... you can't recognize the boy you once loved in those frightened, hopeless eyes of his.
pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader
genre: angst.
word count: 2,481
author's note: ok, i feel like i haven't been doing enough with my interpretation of hobie in more daring ideas an prompts, so i've wondered what he'd be like in an angsty situation. i hope y'all like it, and i'm sorry if the british pronunciations/slang are awful đđđ
to hobie, it felt like everything was possible with you; like everything began and ended with you to him, that everything wouldn't be anything if he wasn't there for you, to save you, be spider man for you. he had never wanted anything more than to just be there for you, make the world a little better than how it was before you two were together.
he may appear cool and level-headed, a bit of a jokester as well, on the surfaceâbut deep, deep down, in the recesses of his psyche, therein lies a dark void of fear, irrepressible, palpable fear. that fear being that one day, if he slips up, lets go at a crucial moment when he can't handle everything being thrown at himâwhen he closes his eyes for even a fraction of a secondâyou'd be gone.
hobie has seen and gone through a lot of unfortunate things in his life, and every time, he gets through it somehow. some may say he's incredibly tough and fortified for handling all that he's been through, all that he's seen, but what doesn't kill you doesn't make you strongerâit makes you question just why it had to happen to you, both the bad... and the good. the good being you, the sole ray of light that shines in his lifeâthe only reason he has to tread carefully and look after himself is you.
to say he was in love with you was an understatement, hobie was completely and utterly smitten, enamored with you. he loves you dearer than dearly, he loves you with a love that doesn't overbear, a love that isn't selfishâhe loves you with a love that only he can give you, that nobody else can give quite like he can. he adores you for who you are, for what you can do, for your heart and mindâyou were so perfect in every way because you were so flawed and real, and that was the beautiful reality of you that hobie fell headfirst for.
but he can't bear to face that other, pivotal reality that haunts him, that reality being that you were more fragile than him. you were a civilianâan ordinary person that lived an ordinary life; but ordinary people can only do so much to defend themselves from extraordinary threats. he can't stomach the fact that you might not be able to save yourself from a devastating threat that doesn't even want your life, but instead, his. he can't stand to think that you would really be serious about telling him that you'd really die for him.
and tonight... you held yourself to that.
you tried saving him, tried to save himâspider man, who saves others before himselfâat the expense of your own life.
it happened in an instant, when he was wounded, vulnerable, and weak. he was going to throttle the villain, but now, it felt like merely throttling the villain who practically pummeled you to the ground would be way too lenient. it was like his heartbeat halted, his whole world stopped, time stopped when he watched you get body slammed by the villain; the villain was doing their job, being evil, hurting whoever they wanted to hurt, to hell if who they hurt is spider man or his partner--and hobie felt like he couldn't even do the most basic job of all that was entrusted to him: keeping you safe.
you couldn't remember a thing after you jumped at the villain, all you could feel now was a complete, total, stinging numbness. it's ironic, isn't it, that when you's supposed to feel nothing, all you can feel is a distraction disguised as nothing; that's what the numbness felt like as you lay there on the hospital bed, incapacitated and immobile. you could still speak, but very weakly, you couldn't raise your arm, nor your hand, nor a single finger on either of your hands. you were still. completely still.
next to you by the bed was a beaten, battered and bruised hobie. he took that villain out, a little more violently than he usually would have, but none of that mattered to him right now except for you and how you were doing. hobie was tormenting himself by looking at you, seeing you stare up at the bright lights above you in a daze, unsure of what happened, why you're here, where you even are... he can barely walk over to you without staggering, not because of his injuries, but out of sheer relief that you're alive.
he was sobbing, and smiling--he was smiling because against all odds, you toughed it out, you lived. "hey, love..." he murmured as he fell to his knees next to you by the bed, clutching your hand that was hooked up to an IV. you weakly glanced over to your side and peered at hobie, who was muttering and kneeling next to you. "hobie..." you whispered his name as you felt his grasp on your hand tighten. he sniffled back his sobs and wiped away the tears in his eyes. he was beyond relieved you were okay, but he felt like this couldn't go on anymore; neither of you could keep seeing each other, it was for your own good. he endangered you, and all because he failed to keep you safe, his mind was a mess right now.
hobie wasn't in the best place when he watched you get thrown into the ground, hearing a loud thud as you hit the pavement below you. you were so soft, so fragile, so easy for his enemies to squash and kill. you couldn't be with him, not anymore, not when your life would always be at stake when he's around you. he clutched your hand and cleared his throat as he shakily got on his knees, his smile now gone from his face as he avoided looking at your face directly.
"i... i have something to tell you." he said as his grip on your hand was loosening, with little strength in your body, you tried to hold on to him, not to let him go--but he let go first. he looked at you in the eyes, and you could see a shadow looming over his eyes as he attempted to conceal all the pain, all the remorse and guilt he was experiencing for as long as he needed to tell you this: "we can't be together anymore. we're done." he murmured, but in that murmur, hobie carried a stinging pain in his heart that merely worsened and ached harder than any wound he's ever received at the hands of his opponents and enemies; or even those of his own allies once.
you stared at him with widened eyes, your eyes were blank but shone with a twinkle, a twinkle that came about when you saw hobie come into your hospital room. now, that twinkle had shone and waned, it died as quickly as it came, and you found yourself in the dark--in an oblivion where light could never enter, where everything that is ever in it gets trapped, confined, bound t never escape. you were lonely, all over again. you were pushed to the side, all over again. you felt an overwhelming grief and pity for yourself, all over again.
"but, h-hobie, i..." you trailed off as you tried to get up, the pain in your recovering wounds prohibiting you from speaking. hobie looked back at you in shame, he couldn't bear to touch you, couldn't even bear to look at you. he loved you, even if you were now scarred and bruised, but he hated how you got all those horrible, horrible marks on you. they reminded him--each and every strap of gauze, every scar, ever bruise, every cut on you; it all reminded him of why you two could never be together. he had to gulp down the rising wails he wanted to let go of in that moment to keep you from worrying any more. he shook his head as he turned away from you. "no. we can't be together anymore." he said with a crack in his voice as he hurriedly headed off to the window and pulled it up, feeling the breeze against his face as he climbed up on the windowsill and pulled his mask down.
"hobie--!" you exclaimed as you tried kicking off the sheets from you to get up and follow you, but instead--in your haste--you accidentally fell off the bed, with hobie's head almost snapping as he sensed you were going to fall--but he still couldn't bear to be near you... what right did he have to be near you again, hold you again, ask you if you were okay when he caused all of this to happen to you?
'they'll be okay... they'll be better off, they'll be better off without me.' he reminded himself internally as he heard you get up on your feet, wobbling and clinging onto the bed frames to support you, feeling his heart break with every sound he heard coming from you trying your hardest to reach him. you rolled your IV with you as you meekly approached hobie. "hobie, please don't do this." you pleaded him as tears started welling up in your eyes. hobie didn't respond, he just sat there, perched up on the windowsill as you sobbed behind him, waiting for him to say something, to do something. "please... this isn't your fault." "don't be ridiculous." he said as he finally made this conversation a two-way one as he turned to face you slightly.
"i'm the reason you jumped at that wanker, wasn't i? if not for me, you wouldn't have... have been confined to that blasted bed, have that fucking thing get hooked up to you, get stitches, wrapped up in gauze, almost die..."
hobie choked at his words when he said that last word, 'die'. his greatest fears, the realities he had put off facing for so damn long were finally realized that moment when you jumped in to protect him, to let yourself be killed in his stead. hobie inhaled, sniffling all the while as he took off his mask and placed his hand over his eyes, trying to concentrate on the right thing to do, parting ways with you. your legs quaked as you walked over to him, but you wanted to be close to him, even when he was trying his hardest right now to distance himself from you.
"love, i did that because i... i love you--"
"and that's exactly the problem. you love me. you love me, and because you love me, you got hurt, didn't you?"
he asked you in a sharp tone, one you had never heard him speak to you with before. he removed his hand that was covering his eyes and soon looked up at you. his eyebrows were furrowed, but his eyes carried a different emotion in them. instead of fury and aggression, a frightened hopelessness was seen in those dark brown eyes of his. that fiery passion he had, that brilliant confidence of his had been extinguished; all that was left of him now was a darkness, a darkness that had to be satiated by finally distancing you, 'protecting' you.
hobie put his mask back on and turned back towards the city outside, the city that he would disappear in, hoping to never cross paths with you again--not after this, not after seeing how dedicated you were to him... he can't bear to break you even more, even if you were more than willing to shatter yourself for him. "so that's just it, huh?" you asked aloud as he leaned forward, about to bring his hand out to shoot a web and swing off, far away from you. but he stayed. he listened. he lived in that moment with you for a little bit, let you linger in his life for a few more moments before the inevitable happens. "you're just gonna... swing off, leave me here, forget we were ever together? is this... is this it? do you honestly think you can control what i do? i did that out of love for you, it didn't matter what would happen to me anymore, i promised you that i--" "i'm doing this to save you." he interrupted you as hobie stood his ground and refused to stay any longer.
this was it.
this was the fall out.
this was the beginning of the end, the entirety of the end between you two.
the tear streaks on your face were drying up, until new tears rolled down your cheeks as you stared at your now ex-boyfriend's back. where spider man ended and where hobie began, you could never find out--and you feared that you never knew the real hobie to begin with, the frightened hobart brown that you had never met before had finally crossed paths with you for the first and last time.
as hobie extended his arm out and shot a web at a signal tower nearby, you spoke weakly in a quieted voice. "you can't always be a hero, hobart. you can't... you can't always protect people like me, no matter how much you want to..." hobie exhaled deeply and slowly nodded at your statement. "i'm well aware." he said in a soft voice as he readied to hop off the windowsill and swing off into who knows where.
"...sometimes, you can't make it all better."
you uttered as you turned your back to him, not wishing to watch him leave you in this cold hospital room. and no matter how painful and searing this moment was for you, you couldn't hate him. even if you got hurt for his sake, got confined to the hospital for him even when he's cutting off all ties with you for what happened after... you can't hate him.
the minute you turned around, he was gone. the wind whistled as it blew a gust of wind into your already freezing hospital room. an orange leaf was left in hobie's stead, must've been carried by the wind and left here. you picked it up as you walked over to it and gazed at the intricate details of the leaf. "it's... nearly fall." you muttered to yourself as you stared off into the distance, trying not to wonder where he could've gone, and instead, think about how different it feels to see orange and yellow leafed trees down the block instead of green.
"change is scary... but i'll get through it." you uttered to yourself as you held the delicate, orange leaf in your hands; a few teardrops fell from your eyes involuntarily, with you being unable to wipe them in your daze. "i'll... i'll get through it... right?" you asked yourself in a croak as you smiled to yourself, with undertones of grief in that layered grin of yours.
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