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blueysobssesions · 10 months

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His last moments with you

Angst, Character death

Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Miguel O' Hara, Miles Morales, Peter B Parker, Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

His last moment with you, was him pulling you from the backstage, taking you to the stage while the band played their instruments. Kissing you right there, with his fans watching the two of you. You can hear the lousy screams from the crowd as he held you close, pulling away. "H-hobie..." "Shh, jus' look at me, luv" You locked eyes with Hobie, his forehead touching yours saying "I love ya'"Seems like most of the crowd heard what he said, they were screaming. You were flustered, wanting to go back to the backstage but, he placed a kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

The concert wasn't the same when Hobie took a break... over a month when the 'event' happened.

Pavitr Prabhakar

His last moments with you were after the graduation of the both of you, you two were excited at that moment. 3...2...1! the countdown finished, then everybody started to toss their caps in the air, celebrating the completion of the journey. As the caps fell back down, you locked eyes with Pavitr, leaning into a kiss. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, and all you could feel was the warmth of his lips against yours. Everyone looked at the both of you in awe, one of your bestfriend didn't hesitate to take a picture. "Everyone's looking at us" "Do you think that I care?" he said before pecking your lips.

It was a bittersweet goodbye, this would be the last time you would be together.

Miguel O' Hara

His last moment with you was, at the bedroom, cuddled up together. It was his first proper sleep. You watched as him peacefully drifted off, his breathing steady and his face relaxed. Your fingers slowly stroking his soft hair, while your other hand held his hand. You were happt to finally see him sleep properly, with how much he's focused and stressed... he couldn't sleep. As a wife of his, you need to take care of him and ensure he gets the rest he deserves.

But now, he's taking care of himself... the word 'sleep' now was nothing to him.

Miles Morales

His last moments with you was having a dinner with you and his parents. Rio already liked you when you started to teach Miles spanish, and you helping jeff solve some crimes here and there. Miles couldn't help but smile at this. Rio was the one who made you come over and have dinner, and of course you agreed. He couldn't help but be flustered when you talked about him to them. "He did great at spanish class" you smiled, before eating your food. "Oh, really? Well, that's indeed great! What did he get?" "I think miles should answer that" you giggled. They turned their head towards them, which miles flinched. "u-uh, yeah... I got an A plus" he said nervously. Rio gasped, impressed "Wow, really! That's great!" "Good job, miles" they said. "Well, Y/n helped me with it. You guys should thank Y/n too" Miles smiled at you, how can he be lucky? You smiled back and blushed a little bit.

And now here... Rio and Jeff comforting their son... holding his phone, the picture of the both of you showing in the screen.

Peter B. Parker

His last moments with you is the both of you danicing in the living room while music plays in the backround. You began to move to the beat, leading him in a slow dance. As the both of you moved together, you both found lost in the moment, forgetting the world outside your own four walls. It was just the two of you, surrounded by love and music. The song ended and you both stood still for a moment before breaking apart and looking at each other with a smile on your face. "I love you," he said as he pulled you into his arms. "I love you too," you replied as he kissed your forehead.

It was the first and last dance for him

Gwen Stacy

Her last moments with you is hanging out with the others for the first time. Going on a picnic with Hobie, Pavitr, You, Gwen, Miles, Peni and Peter with mayday. As the sun set on that memorable day, laughter filled the air as you all bonded. It was a beautiful moment for everyone, the two of you watching the sunset while the others chatter. Your head on her shoulder as you both shared a comfortable silence.

Knowing that it would be your last moments with all of them.

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bigbawdy-benzz · 9 months

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Mi hermoso bebé

Pairing: Miles42 x chubby reader!

Tags: @aaliyahwalkshere @sheluvv-jen @missmyluv

Warnings; none that comes to mind

A/N; enjoy this was the most voted, before we get into the headcannons, everybody is beautiful even if you’re thin or thick you’re beautiful, don’t let anybody tell you any less. your perfect just the way you are!!.

❥ Miles is in love with everything about you, from the way you dress to the way you carry yourself.

❥ Miles who loves touching your rolls, touching you in general he always has his hands on you.

❥ Miles who shows you off but gets jealous when people starting a bit too much.

“I know she fine you can stop looking now”

❥ Miles who helps you when you’re feeling insecure, feeling insecure is forbidden with Miles. He never wants you to feel bad about yourself because you’re beautiful.

“Baby no you’re beautiful cut that shit out, fuck what all them people gotta say mama, they probably unhappy with themselves and have to hate on a bad bitch to get cool points, they aint competin wit you”.

❥ Miles who will kick somebody ass for talking crazy about you or to you he don’t play that shit.

❥ Miles who always has your back.

❥ Miles who helps you eat food when you’re struggling or have a bad relationship with food.

“Baby it’s ok i'm here, I'll sit and eat with you!”

❥ Miles who wants a fashion show every time you buy new clothes or HE buys you new clothes. He’s a sucker to see you prancing around in the clothes he bought you, or that you bought.

“Yess mami gimme a 360”,

❥ Miles who loves seeing you in revealing clothing, the way the clothes hug your body and the way YOU wear them makes him go feral, he just wants to eat you up.

“Ma not gonna lie im boutta bu-”

“MILES”

❥ Miles who falls asleep on your stomach, chest, or butt.

“It's so comfy don’t move”

❥ Miles who loves slapping your ass whenever it feels convienent

‘OW MILES!!”

“What it's fat what you want me to do?”

“Not hit it so hard”

“Okay im sorry ma” He says casually grabbing it giving you a smile. 😁

❥ Miles who buys you anything you want your his princess, speaking of princesses MAJORRRRR princess treatment!!

“pick up what you want princess, lemme give you some princess treatment”.

❥ Miles who is your number 1 supporter anything you do Miles is clapping is his hands rooting for you. You dance at every practice and competition, You cheer at every game, You play sports at every tournament, You make jewelry promoting it in any way possible, You do hair telling ppl they need their hair done REAL BAD.

❥ Miles who makes you feel comfortable around his family when you first meet them, you didn’t want to eat in front of them or even go get your own plate in front of his family because you thought they were gonna judge you, (They aren't like that).

“Bebé deja de pensar así (Baby stop thinking like that), its okay go get some food I will come with you they aren’t gonna judge you and if they do I got you”

❥ Miles who loves you with his whole being and lets you know that, you’re perfect in every way and you don’t need to change yourself for anybody, not even him.

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16bruises · 10 months

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Parasocial

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purple is other miguel

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Our eyes met through a screen long before we did.

“Even an obvious fabrication is some comfort when you have few”

-Margaret Atwood

The everyday misery makes it so my nights and days blend too easily for me to keep any form of a normal or healthy life. I don’t want one without them anyway.

Them.

That beautiful family.

All I’ve ever wanted.

I could’ve had them… but it wasn't meant for me. Not the version of me that I have the misfortune of being. The version I am is only allowed to long for something I can’t have and suffer. But ever since I found them… I’ve suffered less and longed more.

I imagined them with me. I could’ve been so good at having a family if I was only given time. I won’t ever admit it, it would be bad for the morale of the spider society– but I hate being a spider person. I hate that it’s taken so much. I hate that I can watch a version of me through a screen have what I long for. I hate it.

I have so much love for them. The other Miguel’s family. Sometimes I feel so sure that I love them more than that.. alternate version of me that has them. But other times I feel like any version of me would love them more than anything.

But that can’t be true– I’ve suffered for so long alone. I’m the Miguel that suffers and loves them more than any other Miguel could.

The first moment I saw this version of me, he had everything already. He was happily married to her, (y/n). The way she looked at that Miguel made me so sure that she’d love me. She would love me even though I’m not her Miguel. I could be, I’d happily be her’s.

She was pregnant with their baby the first time I saw her.

That Miguel wanted the baby to be a girl. I would’ve told her that I just want the baby to be healthy and for the delivery to go smoothly. I would’ve made sure she knew I could care less about the sex of our baby and that I would love our baby no matter what.

I will admit, I was hoping for a baby girl. But, If the baby had been a boy I wouldn’t have cared. The baby was perfect because it was hers and looked like it could’ve been mine.

That version of me was late getting to the hospital and almost missed the birth. I wouldn’t have been late. I wouldn’t be away from her that close to the baby’s due date.

I cried tears of pure joy when Gabriella was born. I loved her the moment I saw her. She was such a tiny baby, such a beautiful baby.

Since the moment she was born, the longing got worse. It was harder to focus on my duties as Spiderman and as head of the Spider Society. But, I didn’t care. I loved her and Gabriella too much to care.

—-

Everything in that Miguel’s life was so perfect. I found myself resenting myself for not being that version of me.

I hated him. I started watching him, trying to find out what it is about him that made it so he wasn’t destined to suffer while I was. Why did he get to have such a beautiful life and I didn’t?

And I found the reason.

That Miguel was destined to die. That Miguel was destined to die and leave that beautiful family behind.

That Miguel wasn’t destined to suffer because he was destined to bring suffering and longing to them.

I couldn’t let them suffer as I have. I couldn’t let it happen. I had to save her and Gabriella from the painful feeling of mourning.

I didn’t hesitate to step out of my universe and into theirs.

I looked down at that universe’s Miguel, it felt strange. The feeling must be what it’s like to be a Peter Parker, constantly seeing yourself but… not quite.

I dragged that Miguel deeper into the alleyway, away from sight. Then walked home.

She was more than I dreamed of. She kissed me the moment I walked through the door. She was real. She was everything.

The baby. My baby– Gabriella. She wasn’t a newborn anymore, 5 months old now. But, still so tiny. She giggled when I held her.

I knew they could love me. I hadn’t noticed before, how heavy the suffering and longing felt until then. The heavy feelings were suddenly gone.

I held her closer than the other me had. I hugged her more.

I held Gabriella longer and gently rocked her cradle longer after putting her to bed.

Because I loved them more.

—-

My destiny was to suffer. Leaving the universe that demanded such of my life wouldn’t change that. I should’ve known.

Maybe I was too lovestruck by her. She was mine now, my (y/n).

Maybe I was too proud that Gabriella had slept through a full night.

Maybe I was just not thinking because I’d been too excited to be with them to notice the weak rise and fall of this universe’s Miguel’s chest when I arrived.

I should’ve made sure he was dead. It would’ve been easy.

But no, I had been sloppy and too eager to go to them.

I realized he wasn’t dead when I had gone back to my home universe, telling (y/n) that I had to spend a late night at work. I had to check on the spider society and make sure my home universe wasn’t falling apart. Everything seemed fine, a few minor things had happened in my absence but nothing I couldn’t fix.

I went to check on them and saw him. He was alive. He was in a hospital. He wanted to go home, to see his fiance, his baby girl. And he would be doing just that.

I panicked. I rushed back to them.

I was so sure that the next time I was gone, he would come back.

(y/n) would be so confused. I can’t let him come back. He’d explain where he’d been but (y/n) wouldn’t understand because I had been there.

—-

When I was attacked it felt like the end. I thought it was over. I thought about (y/n), our baby, our life together. We wanted to do so much. We were going to get married soon.

Then it felt quiet. Then loud, very very loud.

I could hardly open my eyes enough to make out my surroundings.

The image of (y/n) with baby Gabi, the first time we brought Gabi home, flashed through my mind.

I forced my eyes open.

I strained my arms to lift myself off the concrete.

I strained my voice calling for help.

I pushed and strained until any sign of help appeared.

Once it did, I let myself stop straining.

–

The next thing I can remember is opening my eyes, no force necessary this time.

The fluorescents looked so bright, and so did the pale walls. The sterile smell and people dressed in scrubs confirmed my suspicion that I was safe. I was safe, I felt better, and I knew where I was.

The hospital staff wanted me to stay for another week after I woke up but I just wanted to go home. I need to make sure (y/n) and Gabi are alright. I need to go home.

After much debate, the hospital agreed to discharge me as long as I agreed to come back within the next two days for a checkup.

And with that– I was on my way home.

–

It’s not something you’re ever prepared for. I think maybe only identical twins who were separated at birth could understand… the confused terror.

Whatever this thing was… it was expecting me. It was waiting for me.

What had it done to (y/n)?

Or our baby?

Were they ok? Were they even alive? Had this ?thing done something to them?

It was standing in front of the door. Watching me. Neither of us spoke.

It looked just like me. I’ve heard of body snatchers before but I never thought they could be real.

This can’t be real. I was sure I was hallucinating, some negative side effects of the medication I’d been given at the hospital.

It was real though.

It slammed me against the floor when I reached for the doorknob.

It wanted me dead, and with how aggressive and violent it was I knew it would get what it wanted.

—-

I loved them more.

I would do anything to keep them.

Nothing would take me away.

NOTHING.

I killed him. I had to.

After I did it I took a shower. Cleaned the last bits of him off of me.

I hid him better this time.

He was dead, in another universe. Far far away from here.

That night I held Gabriella longer than I had before.

I kissed (y/n) longer, I made love to (y/n), held her until she fell asleep.

I loved them more than any Miguel could.

Part 2

Part 3

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vxxxb · 10 months

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DEPRIVE ME [1] - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

[Synopsis] - After an incident that jeopardizes your position at HQ, Miguel O'Hara becomes a constant reminder of the high expectations and zero tolerance for mistakes within his ranks. Everything takes an unexpected turn when Miguel sees the potential in your abilities and decides to enlist your help for a more personal endeavor. [Notes] - Slow burn, strained relationship in the beginning, slight angst, eventual fluff. Reader is ethnically Hispanic, with race not specified. Part Two | Part Three |

Wake up. Do the mission. Go to school. Sleep. Repeat.

Wake up.

Do the mis-

Your heart drops as the grip on your web slips, any remaining strength in your body dispersing despite your instinct to shoot another.

"Someone catch me," You breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as you brace yourself for impact. Just my luck, you think before passing out.

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Murmurs. It's the first thing you pick on as you regain consciousness. Your eyelids feel heavy, and even the slightest movement sends a sharp pain throughout your spine. Ultimately, it is useless trying to move. The urge to groan is strong yet unattainable. You can't help but think of the long and agonizing recovery waiting for you.

"She's been punished enough," A harsh whisper echoes from a distance, "Just look at her."

Your brows twitch as you strain yourself to focus. Just where were you? And why did your body feel...? A jolt of panic forces your eyes to open, bright lights swarming your vision and making them squint. You take deep breaths as you assess your surroundings - The infirmary.

A scoff catches your attention from outside the door. Two shadows, Jessica and Miguel, were in a heated argument. Their words reach your ears, albeit in fragments.

"You should be glad I didn't kick her out altogether," Miguel argues quietly from the other end. "She knew what she signed up for the moment she joined."

"You and I both know this isn't what she signed up for," Jessica bristled.

There's a brief pause, and then Jessica enters the room with a small smile. Your eyes briefly meet Miguel's. The man stood there with an unsympathetic gaze, eyes slightly narrowing as they scanned you. Without so much acknowledgment, he leaves.

"Ignore him," Jessica hums. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I became one with the ground," You croak with a small laugh. "I guess no one caught me," You pout, more so grimace.

"Sorry about that, hun. By the time we noticed, you were already out of reach. Hobie somehow managed to brace your impact with his webs."

You nod. "Any serious damage?"

"None, other than a minor concussion and a sore body," Jessica replies, looking over your chart. "You need to rest." She eyes you sternly.

"Kind of hard when your boss has a vendetta against you," You grimace, sitting up.

"I'm aware he's out of line-"

"Is he?" You close your eyes, pushing yourself off the bed. "Somehow, the more I end up here, the less sympathy I have for myself," You remove the IV attached to your hand. "A couple of concussions doesn't even begin to make up for my mistake. If we can even call it that."

You change into your suit and begin to head out.

"Where are you going?" Jessica questions behind you.

You pull on your mask while opening a portal. "Part-time, remember. The last thing I need is someone else nagging me."

Arriving at your job, the lab director nods in your direction as you take place behind your station. With one headphone on, you immerse yourself in work. Somehow you manage to find solace and relaxation in the tasks at hand.

Your soft hums resonate throughout the room, time progressively passing, and your mind drifting. You reflect on the repetitive nature of your life — wake up, mission, school, sleep, repeat. How many more times were you going to push yourself to exhaustion? The last time your body gave out in a mission, you had risked endangering Gwen. Working for the team was becoming increasingly difficult. More so working for him.

Lately, it was like clockwork. Mission after mission, no matter how many you completed or how many reports you submitted, there would always be another. And another. And another. And well, you know how routines work.

You joined the organization being made fully aware of how things ran around HQ. And who ran things around HQ. Miguel hadn't been the one to recruit you; Hobie did. The anarchic spider had taken quite a liking toward you -- your abilities in particular. With one mischievous grin, Hobie brought you to Earth-928, handing you over to Jessica Drew like some new toy before leaving to do his 'own thing'.

Things were honestly going fine for you at HQ. More and more Spider-people continued to join, and you couldn't have asked for better mentors (and friends) while becoming part of this society. Everything had been so exciting, so liberating.

And then... and then your eighth mission happened. Earth-12131. Scorpion from Earth-1610 had appeared in that universe. Though difficult, the mission had been going according to plan; you and Gwen were in charge of capturing the anomaly while Pavitr aided and rescued endangered citizens. Between the three, you had webbed Scorpion against a wall, minimizing any attack they had planned.

What wasn't anticipated was the multiple shards of glass coming down from the roof to cut through the webbing. Scorpion's tail had quickly knocked you off your feet, its stinger immediately targeting your watch. Things progressively got worse after that.

A broken watch meant unstable atoms, unstable atoms meant unavoidable glitching, which you did -- badly. As Gwen and Pavitr handled the anomaly, you attempted to regain yourself, fingers working rapidly to repair the watch. That is until you glitched again, your very being reacting with the electromagnetism of the device. Any control you held over your abilities at that moment vanished, twisted hallucinations and sensory delusions falling prey to those unfortunate within proximity.

You had sensed everything, from the nightmarish visions that developed from people's fears to the suffocating darkness that overwhelmed them due to the oppressive void that robbed them of sight, sound, and touch.

Fifteen people died that day.

Gwen and Pavitr had barely managed to fight off the disorienting effect before coming to your rescue after capturing the anomaly. This mission marked you for the rest of your stay at HQ.

"Y/N?"

You physically jerk at the sound of your name, your body reacting to the sudden interruption. Upon realization, you address your boss, hands instinctively setting down the tools you'd been holding.

"You can leave now," They tilt their head toward the clock. "It's already past nine."

Your eyes slightly widen, "Right! Yeah - sorry, I'll be going now." You rush to say, hurriedly packing your belongings.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Professor!"

Exiting the building, you can't help but rub your tired eyes. You contemplate the choice of whether to head back to your shared dorm or your very own personal quarters at HQ.

You snort. "HQ for sure," You mutter, preparing to open a portal.

Just as you're about to, an incoming call from Lyla interrupts you. You answer with a tired smile. "Please don't tell me I have another mission waiting for me," You groan, energy already draining.

She laughs, pink shades sliding down to throw you a wink. "Nope!" She envelops you with a portal of her own. "Miguel wants to see you."

What? "What?" You voice out loud, already regretting your choices. "Lyla I don't think-"

"Be there tomorrow early morning!" She salutes you before disappearing.

You stand there, mouth slightly agape. Nothing about what Lyla said left you feeling at ease. If anything, you were positive another fainting episode was about to happen. Deep breaths, you remind yourself.

With a mixture of uncertainty and exhaustion, you head to your room for a few hours of sleep, hoping to be prepared for whatever awaits you when you meet Miguel in the morning. If Miguel wanted to see you, he would see you. Just not defenseless.

At least he won't kill you, right?... Right?

Part Two | Part Three |

[A/N] - Well... I hope that was alright. Please feel free to message me what you think so far, or comment!

I know it's kind of short but I want to gauge people's reactions first to see whether it's worth continuing. Anyways thx!

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sh1mma · 25 days

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i meant to post this on here a while ago but forgot, lmao. posted a bit of this animation on tiktok but not the full thing, been working on it off and on for about 7 months now LMFAO i’ll probably finish it before beyond the spiderverse comes out but no promises

#across the spiderverse #astv #astv miguel #miguel o'hara #spiderman #spider man 2099 #illustration #animation #wip #storyboard #animation wip #angst #astv angst #gabriella o’hara

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jujouzdk · 10 months

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The fact that ao3 is still down is my 13th reason

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l0starl · 6 months

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⊹ ‧₊˚ Lost soul ⊹ ‧₊˚ ｡

☠️ Ingredients : Sugar, spice, lemon, and a lot bit of salt

Summary : Reader was murdered a few years ago, body was never discovered, few years later miles comes across a sketchy neighbor, looks like he’s in for a surprise… :)

Ghost reader x miles 42

★ Warnings : Mentions of guns, violence, reader is dead, Angst??

🪦 Participants : Miles!(42)

🎧 Song : Mercedes

🌱 W/c : 1.5k

🌿 Reader is black 🌚

”You promise you won’t leave me here?”

“Of course not ma, till death do us part”

The day you died was the most excruciating pain you’ve ever felt, not a day goes by where your not reminded of the agonizing pain and screams of horror you had to suffer…what did you do to deserve such a terrible death? You have no clue yourself..But now all you seek is….

Vengeance

You can’t exactly remember the faces of those who were apart of your murder, but you remember their voices.

You were walking home from school, you always took the shortcut home but today there was construction nearby, So that path wasn’t an option. You had to take the long way though the sketchy part of town….Yikes…

Little did you know, this decision would haunt you for the rest of your life…

The sketchy part of town was a bit run down, houses with graffiti, trash lying around, the smell of weed. You would avoid this path at all cost but today wasn’t an option…

You walked down the path, you felt uneasy, as if something or someone was watching you, as you quicken the pace, Your mind was screaming for you to turn around and find another way home, but you were too stubborn…

BAM….BAM

gunshots are shots right near your direction, the gunshots blew out your eardrums, you ears ring rapidly, you can’t hear anything at all, so you do the most logical thing….

RUN

You sprinted through the streets, your ears rung swiftly, gunshots continued blaring out close to your direction, adrenaline rushed throughout your body, up ahead you see your house in the distance, maybe about 25 feet away.

You were running as fast as you can, you didn’t want whoever was following you to know where you lived right?? You quickly changed your route, sprinting like your life depends on it…literally…

BAM

You abruptly stop, your leg feels numb as you tumbled down onto the pavement, you tremble, urging yourself not to scream to alert the person holding the gun. You look down at your leg, blood is gushing out, you don’t have much time…

You start crawling, your not sure where your going but you gotta just keep it pushing, you leave a trail of crimson red on the concrete.

Surely you’re gonna make it out alive right? You’ll be just fine

BAM

You screamed in agony, alerting the person with a gun, the bullet hit your shoulder, tears fell down your face as you here multiple footsteps approaching…

There was more than one person..?!

There was no use crawling, you were in too much pain to move at all, you layed there as your life flashed before your life….No…you still have a chance at living, maybe just-

“MUMFH” you muffled as you felt a cloth cover your mouth and nose, you could barely breath, maybe there was a drug on the cloth?

you tried removing the cloth but it was no use, the person has a strong grip….You were about to black out, you blinked a few times as tears rolled down your eyes….

“Shh, it’s time for you to go to sleep” the person whispered, giving you a little pat on the back in a mocking way..

You woke up in a room with the lights dimmed down, you were tied down to a chair and your mouth was closed shut with duct tape..

You looked around your surroundings for anything that can help you, it was no use…. Your vision was hazy, so you couldn’t hear that well temporarily.. The door to the room burst wide open, a group of people surrounding you, holding various weapons….

“Hm if it isn’t you, thought your ass would be dead by now by the amount of blood you lost” one of the men spoke

“Who the hell are you?!” You hissed annoyed

The man comes into light view, you were taken aback by who was standing right in front of you

“James?!?!” You spoke shocked

“Surprised to see me? Oh how much I’ve always wanted you dead, you still don’t know your place do you” he spoke mockingly

You were still in a state of shock from this new info, James goes to the same high school as you, he took pleasure in making your life a living hell, you always went home at least with a few couple bruises, apparently the only reason he does this since he has a grudge on your dad, reason why? Putting his dad out of business and losing his job….

“So, your really gonna kill me huh?!” You shout angrily

He puts a gun to your head, as soon as the gun makes contact with your head you freeze

“This little chit chat is over, too bad it had to end like this” he responded mockingly

“Hey wai-“

BAM….

“get rid of the body…”

It’s been a year since your death, I guess you would be considered a lost soul to modern standards, you don’t look like your average ghost, guess the stereotypes go a bit overboard… as a ghost you don’t look any different at all, your just see through and could go through walls….

You basically live in this sketchy neighborhood, the smell of weed still reeks through the neighborhood, your scarlet blood still stains the pavement, leaving the train of blood where you crawled…

In the distance you heard voices, people were coming this way, panicked you kept yourself hidden, observing from afar, it’s not common to see people walk pass here

As the voices come closer you see a particular interesting person, a boy with braids that reach to his shoulders and a cold expression, one person you recognize in the group, you suddenly feel angry, the audacity this man has…

“James, this shit is stupid why the hell you bring us all the way out here” miles hissed

The others bickered and protested but James quickly silenced them

“cause we’re here to see if the rumors were true about them” James retorted playing it off

“Who’s them?” Miles responded confused

“the person who was killed here, no one knows what happened to em” James replied

Miles scoffed as he walked towards the sketchy buildings, examining them, he was almost close to where you were, but you didn’t want to alert them, so you stayed put…

He approached close to where you were, not wanting to be discovered you turned around and quickly left, before you could do so, you tripped over and fell, so much for being “able to go through things”

He turned to your direction, he was taken aback from your appearance, you were slightly see through, you wounds that never healed, and a saddened expression that never changed..

“Your them, aren’t you?” He spoke as he walked closer slowly to not startle you.

You nodded, lifting yourself off

“Why are you with James, you don’t know what he’s done to me” you responded with anger

“What did he do?” Miles replied

“He murdered me! All my screams of agonizing pain no one heard! No one saved me! I died cold and alone and scared!” You shouted

He clenched his fist in anger

“Goddamn it, I knew something was up with him” he hissed “Whatcha want me to do about it”

“We turn him in!” He replied

“You need evidence, and I’m pretty sure-“

“We’ll worry about that later let’s go…” you paused

“It’s miles alright”

“Then let’s go miles, I won’t let him get away with this”

For a few weeks their connection grew, they found common interest in stuff they enjoyed, miles felt a special connection with you, he doesn’t just opened up to anyone randomly… Maybe he had grown a soft spot for you, feelings for a ghost didn’t sound very usual, so he went into denial about them. He was willing to make James face his consequences….it only he knew he wouldn’t see another day again…

“James I know you killed them” miles spat angrily

“Miles what you talkin abou-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit James, I know you did it” he hissed

James reached for his back pocket and stared at miles with a sinister smile

“You’ll be joining her in the afterlife very soon yk?” James laughed mockingly as shots fired

Miles collapsed on the floor, clenching his chest, he’s dying, and he knows it. James snickered at the sight as he walked away with no remorse.

You came soon after you heard rounds of gunshots go off, you hurried over beside miles, tears rolled down your face

“Miles! I’m so sorry! I should’ve kept you outta this situation” you sniffled

“It’s alright, at least I’ll be able to be with you right? I won’t leave you here” he responded

”You promise you won’t leave me here?”

“Of course not ma, till death do us part”

After he spoke his final words his body went cold, his expression lifeless as blood is all over on the concrete floor, James was caught a decade later and charged for 1st degree murder, you on the other hand couldn’t get over the fact he was gone.

But you’ll always carry a piece of him with you, no matter where you are….💗

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trippiexk · 10 months

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HOBIE BROWN SNEAK PEEK

Should I finish this? Not sure how I feel abt it-

pairing: hobie brown x afab! best friend reader

warnings: mention of blood, wrapping a wound, lots of tension, apprehensive reader

just a sneak peek to see if i should continue writing.

like if you think YES !!

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knock

You stirred, a low hum coming from your throat. It was the middle of the night- or early morning rather, you alarm clock reading 2:46 am in fierce red letters.

knock!

Again, you hummed, eyebrows scrunching in your sleep. A sigh escaped your lips, but you refused to open your eyes.

KNOCK

Now that woke you up. Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before turning on your lamp and grabbing your glasses from your nightstand, looking towards your window. Yawning, you rolled out of bed, shuffling towards the opposite end of your room and pulling back your curtain.

"Hey."

You widened your eyes, and then frowned, opening your windows and letting Hobie tumble in, a small oof falling from his lips as he landed on the floor, slender hand gripping his arm. It only took you a second letter to notice crimson staining his hand in the dim lamplight.

"What the hell, Hobie?"

"Sorry..." He managed to groan out, tensing as you helped him to your desk. You moved his hand, his body pliant under yours as you checked out his wound. The deep gash right under his elbow wasn't as bad as it seemed, and you let out a sigh of relief after retrieving your first aid kit to wrap it.

"It's 2 o'clock in the morning, Hobie." You mumbled, fingers fumbling with the gauze as you grabbed his arm. "I know, m'sorry." He apologized again, "I just wanted to see you."

"Right." You said, a bit too hard. Sighing, you paused your actions, looking up at him to see his brown eyes already on you. "Sorry, I just- I have class."

"I know. Don't apologize."

Resuming your actions, you couldn't help but let your heart swell at the thought of him coming all this way just to see you- with an injury nonetheless. It had been a little over a week since you two had even talked, and you were beginning to miss his presence.

Your relationship with Hobie was complicated, in the simplest way to define it. He was your best friend, as you called him, and he has been for years. But neither one of could deny the knowing glances and lingering touches.

They made your heart skip a beat every time, and even now as you tenderly wrapped his arm, you could feel yourself growing nervous under his gaze.

"What time's your class?" He asked, smooth voice dripping over you like water. You shuddered slightly, chills growing up your legs as his knee touched your thigh.

"Ten." You responded shortly, biting your lip as you reached for a pair of scissors. "Probably gonna leave around nine- to avoid traffic."

He hummed in response and you finished, packing up all of your supplies and shuffling to your bathroom, taking a breather before walking back out. He still sat at your desk, watching you intently as you sat on the edge of your bed, facing him.

Your eyes avoided his gaze, and you felt your heartbeat speed up as your cheeks heated in anticipation. He did this a lot- watch you that is. And you couldn't help but fidget under his stare.

Of course, he hadn't always made you this nervous.

It was at one point in time, two months ago to be exact, when you hadn't even realized you had feelings for the boy, you two would laugh and joke; you could touch him without your head swelling, you could be in his presence without calculating your every move, you could just be you.

You were still you, obviously, but a random Tuesday two months ago had you realizing just how much you really liked the boy, and since then you felt like an imposter around him. Still avoiding his eyes, you looked around, the soft glow of your lamp casting a gentle illumination, painting the room in a dreamlike ambiance. The posters on your walls, depicting bands and artists you both adore, watch over you like silent observers, unaware of the turmoil swirling within.

"C'mere." Hobie said, gesturing you over with a single nod.

"I am here." You said, quieter than you intended.

"No, you're there. I want you here."

You stood, slowly, walking over to him and standing in front of his figure like a statue. He urged you closer, but you refused, almost taking a step back when he leaned forward. You couldn't do this, you weren't in the right mindset. "Here." Hobie encouraged, grabbing your hand and guiding you into his lap to straddle him. "Hobie-" You started, placing your hands on his chest.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" You frowned, feinting innocence, as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about. As if he couldn't tell that you weren't you. He was your best friend, he knew you, he studied you.

"Like you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

He looked between your eyes before answering, strong hand caressing circles into your thigh. "You're not....but I can feel your heartbeat." He said, eyes drifting down to your lips, briefly, before grabbing one of your hands and intertwining it with his. Silence stretched between you, heavy and loaded. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for the exchange of feelings to unravel.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You muttered, breath hot and heavy as his hand encapsulated yours. Doubt, fear, and longing tangled together, creating a turbulent storm that threatened to consume you. You had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in your mind, yet now, in the presence of Hobie, every word seemed elusive.

"Yeah?" He adjusted his hips, and you felt the outline of his half-hard cock, making a small gasp fall from your lips. "Your heartbeat, baby." He said again, and you knew what he meant. Your core betrayed you where your bodies met. His hands moved up, stopping to rest at your hips as his thumbs rubbed circles around your inner thighs.

"Hobie...why'd you really come here?"

The taller boy sighed, throwing his head back slightly, "I told you I wanted to see you."

"Yeah? That's it?" You spoke earnestly, your tone holding a hint of skepticism, and a knowingness gnawing at the back of your head. He had visited you in the early morning before, but never like this, never with this vibe.

"Maybe..." He looked back up, letting out a deep breath. His hands started to move again, curling over the waistband of your shorts, toying with the elastic. His eyes were desperate, breathing staggered.

"Maybe I was tired of pretending."

"Pretending to do what?"

"Stop it."

You frowned, hand sliding from his chest to rest on his stomach, right above his belt buckle. "Stop what?"

"You're pretending too."

"I'm not- I-"

Out of nowhere, the room around you was blurring, your eyes were drifting shut, and your lips were moving on their own. Hobie kissed you feverishly, as if this was a moment he'd been waiting for and he didn't know how to control himself. Stop pretending, he'd said, he was right, you had been pretending.

Pretending that you never imagine his own fingers replacing yours as you delved deep in your cunt. Pretending that you never moaned his named after you'd come. Pretending you never imagine his mouth on your body, teeth gnashing at your neck and breasts. Pretending that you never imagined the cold metal of his lip piercing against your heat, the contrast making you shiver as you came undone on his face.

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das all🤭

#hobie brown #hobie smut #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown atsv #hobie x y/n #astv hobie #hobie my beloved #hobie x you #astv angst #atsv #astv miguel #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse

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inlovewithpandora · 9 months

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- Overworked -

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem!stressed!reader

Request: [ @spidersthetic ] Jesus, have you been awake the entire night? + Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before. + I'll carry you to bed if I have to. + Go. To. Bed. That's an order. or I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved. Whichever fits. w/ Hobie Brown || Reader is working on a presentation for work and stressing over it cause she wants it to be good because she might get a promotion she neglects sleep and Hobie notices and tells her she needs to sleep but she is too stubborn and refuses to so Hobie has to basically drag her to bed and that's where you can use either go to bed or I'll check... or both if you can fit it in.

Synopsis: When you start drowning in work Hobie is there to save you.

Content: angst, fluff, established relationship, concerned Hobie, stressed reader, Hobie forcing reader to gts, reader being stubborn but does listen to him, kissing toward the end, just a cute little fic!

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting! I hope it meets your expectations!

Word Count: 1k

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As you scan through your presentation for the millionth time tonight, drinking another can of your favorite energy drink, you decipher the sound of footsteps inside the apartment.

You know it’s Hobie, so you don’t leave your work zone, continuing to work with tunnel vision, hoping that this presentation wows your boss and earns you the well-deserved promotion.

Every night you’ve spent working on this presentation made you want to rip your hair out and claw at your eyes from the stress. And even though you are filled with tension, you know that the all-nighters, consumption of unhealthy amounts of energy drinks, and overworking will be worth it once your new work bonus hits your account.

Hobie walks quietly, assuming you were fast asleep. He walks down the hallway, about to walk into your bedroom, but he notices that there is a light on in another room. When he approaches your home office, he hears your groans of frustration. He opens the door and sees you running your hands down your face then slamming them on the desk.

When you look up at him, he can see you’re tired. The sunken eyes and the way you seem to be fighting the urge to let them flutter close give it all away.

“Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?” He asks rhetorically as he doesn’t need your answer to confirm it, his voice laced with both concern and disbelief.

“Yes, but-”

“Love, you need to sleep and not stress about this presentation.” Hobie knows how much this presentation means to you and he’s rooting for you to get it the promotion, but he doesn’t want you to neglect your health over it.

“Hobie, you know how much I want this promotion! I’m competing with multiple people and I need to be at the top.” A yawn slips through your lips upon finishing your sentence. You begin to rub your puffy eyes as you turn back to your desk and continue working on your presentation.

“I know, but I just don't want you to tire yourself out-” Hobie cuts his sentence short when he notices you dozing off. “y/n! See this is why you need to go to sleep, your body is begging for rest!”

You straighten up and act as if you weren’t drifting just a second ago. “Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all-nighters before. I’ll just drink some more energy drinks or take caffeine pills so I can stay awake. Stop worrying, babe. Just go to sleep and I’ll join you later.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, trying your best to reassure him that you're fine, but Hobie knows that this is only your stubbornness making an appearance.

“No, y/n, you’re going to sleep. I'll carry you to bed if I have to.” His words just go in one ear and out the other. You are solely focused on this presentation and nothing is going to stop you –apparently, except for your boyfriend. As you blatantly ignore Hobie’s pleas to come to bed, trying to add the finishing touches to your PowerPoint slide, you feel a pair of hands scoop you up.

“Hobie! Put me down. I need to finish this!” You lightly hit his chest as he carries you down the hallway in bridal style.

Hobie gives you the same treatment you gave him earlier, ignoring your words as he places you on the bed. “Go. To. Bed. That's an order.” He gets into bed next to you, pulling you into his embrace and wraps his arms around your torso.

You start to form a protest against him, but when you feel his warmth against your skin, you decide that a little “nap” wouldn’t hurt. Just a little nap then you would go back to work, or that’s at least what you try to convince yourself.

“Fine, but only because you forced me.” You playfully roll your eyes, running your hand through his hair to lightly massage his scalp. After a while of both of you cuddling in silence, snores begin to echo throughout your bedroom with both of you sleeping peacefully, intertwined with each other's bodies.

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The next morning you wake up full of energy. Being able to finally have a full night's sleep makes you feel the most relaxed you’ve felt in days. You now have the ability to come up with new ideas for your presentation without having brain fog. You feel so thankful that Hobie forced you to get some rest because if he didn’t you wouldn’t be able to have this new sense of clarity.

As you start cooking breakfast, you feel a pair of large hands wrap around your waist. “Mornin’, love.” His husky voice rings through your ears as he kisses your cheek and rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“Good morning.” You reply with a smile as you run your hand down his cheek before placing your attention back on your food. Hobie looks at the different things you are cooking and realizes it all makes his favorite breakfast combined.

“Is all of this for me?”

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck while looking up at him with loving eyes, “yes it is. I wanted to make you breakfast as a “thank you” for helping me last night. I really appreciate you seeing that I needed to take a break.”

When you pull him in for a tender kiss, he’s taken by surprise, but it doesn’t take him long before he kisses you back, moving his hands from around your waist and gliding them down your body and lightly squeezing your butt which makes you grin into the kiss.

“You’re welcome, love. You know I’ll always look out for you.” Hobie smiles softly as he lovingly cups your cheek. Hobie always makes sure to keep an eye on you because he knows you have a tendency of overwork and causing yourself stress. “So now do you promise to not overwhelm yourself with work?”

“Yes, babe. I promise. No more overworking. But if I do, I know that I’ll always have you there to ground me.”

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tenaciousduckpoetry · 10 months

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Sure, Next Time.

This is the fic that won the poll by a landslide. I will be writing the other one next just for fun! Actually, I might make a list of them and publish it so you guys know what's coming lmao

Warnings: mentions of blood, a limp, fights, dislocated finger 💀, hurt/comfort, swearing, Hobie and reader are tired af cause it's 2am, I also don't know how to write Hobie's accent so bear with my while I learn <33

It didn't necessarily surprise you when Hobie accidentally let it slip that he was Spider-Punk. You could recognize the sticker abused guitar and stressed leather jacket anywhere. What did surprise you was the amount of injuries he sustained and how easily he could hide them from you. If he had a limp his excuse was, "Tripped in my boots, luv." Any other injuries he used the excuse of having started a fight with some capitalist douchebag. And you believed it. It was only until he came back for you to patch him up after every battle that you began to truly let your anxiety feed into it.

Hobie had climbed through your window at 2am. The sun was no where to be seen and the moon was shrouded in clouds. You had become a light sleeper as of late, the rise in crime getting on your nerves and preventing that precious rest you craved.

You woke up at the sound of those familiar heavy boots against your tiled floor. Squinting, you recognized the familiar shadow of a certain spider-man, or at least the shadow of the spikes on his head. "Hobie?" You reached to turn on your bedside lamp. Tired eyes squinted as the warm light enveloped the room. Your voice was scratchy from having been woken up at an ungodly hour. Your hair was all over the place, strands in front of your eyes and sticking out in ways that you didn't know it could. You thought this was a dream with how Hobie had frozen like a deer in headlights at the end of your bed.

Hobie thought he could just slip in and out, weaving his way to your bathroom and taking a couple of bandages for his trip home. He was wrong, and now look at him. He had barely made it to your house in one place and there was no doubt that he was not making it back to his own. All his weight was on his left leg, he was using a web connected to your roof as leverage to keep him upright. You could see a dark stain seeping through his mask just above where you assumed his left eyebrow to be. You suspected there to be more than what you could see through his mask, but would have to wait until you finally got him to the bathroom sink to find out.

The corners of his lips turned up as he watched you struggle to untangle your legs from the bedsheets. "Need some help, luv?" A shit eating grin adorned his face but you couldn't see it. Even when he was injured he still managed to make your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm just fine." You huffed, finally finding the floor against your feet and taking steady steps towards the injured man. You didn't see him using your roof as leverage and silently cursed yourself for taking so long. "You better not pull out my roof with that web. Otherwise you'll be the one dealing with my landlord." You huffed only half-joking. Humour seemed to be your coping mechanism. "Don't get all funny on me now, luv." He chuckled, sounding worn out and in pain. You helped him through your mediocre apartment, having draped his arm over your shoulders and letting him rest his weight against you as you walked (stumbled) to the bathroom.

With a slight huff through your nose and grunt that you wished was silent, Hobie was now sitting on your toilet, the lid shut. He was too tall when he sat on the sink (you found that out the first time he came over) and well, you didn't have much room up there to begin with. You crouched to the cupboard below your sink. In a Spider-Punk themed box (made by you to tease Hobie) was a consistent supply of bandages, disinfectant wipes, alcohol wipes, splints, etc. There was everything you could think of that someone would need when injured. You made this box not long after the first time Hobie came back with blood dripping from his forehead and you didn't have anything to help. That night was filled with gentle sorry's and small panics.

"Can you take the mask off, Hobes?" You mumbled, having pulled the box onto the sink. You turned to watch him, tired eyes noticing just how he flinched when he moved his arms to push the mask over his head and tossing it to the floor. His hands were trembling, one of his fingers looking to be the slightest bit out of place. The cut above his eyebrow was bleeding profusely and it looked as if part of his piercing had been pulled on.

"'s not as bad as it looks." His hands gently moved to rest on your hips, eyes glancing towards the worried look on your face before moving to the roof. "Not as bad as it looks? Baby, you've probably got a concussion.. No, you've definitely got a concussion." You mumbled, hands already digging into that spider-punk themed medicine box. You managed to pull out some baby wipes and a few alcohol wipes. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, heart thumping in your ears. Your hands came up to caress his face, taking a baby wipe to gently wipe the blood dripping down his face. There was a visible wince and a hiss of pain that came from the touch. Hobie's long fingers gripped the fabric of your pajamas.

"I'm sorry, Hobie.." you muttered, trying to be as gentle and careful as possible. Once the cut was cleaned and a bandage was placed over it, it was time to move to his finger. "I'm even more sorry about this. We're gonna need to put it back in place, okay?" You were kind of glad you took that health course in highschool now.

Hobie let out a groan, to tired to respond with words, but it was clear he was not looking forward to it. His hands released their grip on your hips and instead were placed in your palms. "Okay, we're gonna count to three and I'll put it back in. That good, baby?" You asked.

The suspense was killing Hobie, he was already in pain as it was. He's had dislocated digits before so he understood the importance of getting the limb back in it's socket as soon as possible, but that didn't mean he was going to enjoy it. He nodded. "Yeah, okay." He hummed in response. Except you didn't even count. You waited until he spoke up and quickly pushed the digit back into it's socket, earning a muffled (still loud) groan of undescribable pain. "I'm sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry. It's over now." You apologized, wrapping his swollen wrist in a compression bandage. The tears brimming in his eyes and the sick pop of his finger had you feeling queazy. You felt your stomach flip and not in the usual happy way it did when Hobie was around. However, you pushed the feeling aside, hands resting on his cheeks as you leaned in to press a small kiss just to the left of his bandage.

"Let's get you to bed.."

After finally fixing up his injuries the two of you had found yourselves laying in bed. Hobie was next to you, one arm drapes over your stomach, the other resting under his head. His lips brushed against your cheek.

"I worry about you.. About what you're doing." You spoke quietly, glancing back into his eyes for a moment. "I know it's for the greater good, but seeing you come home in the middle of the night half dead every day is- It's not nice." You rambled quietly before finally going silent.

He huffed through his nose, although it wasn't angry. "I know, luv. Gonna give you a heart attack one day.." he joked, pressing his lips to your temple. "I love you." The words came out quiet, barely leaving his lips before you turned to face him.

"I love you too, Hobes. But next time you get a dislocated finger just go to a doctor. I literally felt sick from that." You mentioned, earning a small nod and a deep chuckle.

"Sure.. next time." He mumbled in response, closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around you securely. There was no need to worry about the outside world as long as you were in his arms.

#hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #hobie brown x reader #astv hobie #astv x reader #astv angst #hurt/comfort #light angst #dewdropwrites #astv headcannons #astv spidersona

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divatonic · 10 months

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can anyone give me ideas cuz I wanna start writing but I wanna practice first but I don’t have any ideas

#fanfic #kny spoilers #scream #spiderman astv #astv miguel #astv angst #astv x reader #astv pavitr #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #miguel o'hara #spiderman #chad meeks smut #kny x you

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blueysobssesions · 10 months

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☁︎ - In Miguel's dimension, his wife took her last breath. But, in your dimension it was Miguel.

⩩ - Angst, major character death, Requested

This... This isn't happening... right? Right!?

Miguel came home late, and he knows you'll be waiting for him. He couldn't help but smile while going towards the door. Are you asleep? Or not? Maybe reading a book? He was inches away from the door. As he turned the doorknob, a sinking feeling settled in his chest. The apartment was eerily quiet, and there was no sign of you anywhere. That's... Strangely, you mostly wait for him by sitting on the couch. Maybe you went to the bedroom instead. Taking off his shoes, Miguel quietly tiptoed towards the bedroom, hoping to find you there, sleeping peacefully. As he pushed open the door, his heart sank, the door was open by an inch, and he could see red liquid on the carpet. The more he opens, the more his heart pounds, and the red liquid on the carpet becomes more visible. Fear gripped Miguel as he hesitantly pushed the door further, revealing a trail of blood leading towards the bed. Time stops when he saw your lifeless body lying motionless on the bed, covered in blood. Panic and disbelief overwhelmed him as he frantically searched for any signs of life, desperately hoping that it was all just a terrible nightmare. Tears streamed down his face as he realized the horrifying truth: you were gone—gone as in he could no longer see you, feel you, or hear your voice.

He changed after that... his happiness turned into a deep, unshakeable anger.

Wake up Y/n... C'mon... You can't- this is too much!

Explosions were everywhere, your vision was a blur, and you were breathing heavily.

The enemy who's fighting Miles in front of you, you couldn't do anything, you were exhausted, and your suit was damaged. When finally the enemy got a hold of Miles, it's minions clashed with the other spiders including Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Jess, and... Miguel. Miles struggled to break through its trap, widening his eyes when it slowly walked towards you. He screamed, begging it to stop but it didn't pay attention to his pleas. Crawling backwards to stay away from him. Miguel wasn't in a good condition, there were to many of them, they were all over the place. He got surrounded by them, his head turning in every direction, he was trapped. Luckily, Hobie came at the right time. Knocking them over, he thanked him with a nodd. Suddenly, he heard Miles screaming your name from a distance, his voice filled with panic and urgency. His eyes widened when he saw the main enemy walking towards you with a bloody spear in its hand, "NO!" he screamed, and without hesitation he ran rapidly towards you with adrenaline coursing through his veins. As he sprinted, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, fueling his determination to reach you before it was too late. With every step, he pushed himself harder, desperate to protect you from the impending danger. It raised its spear, ready to strike at you. Closing your eyes, waiting for the pain you will feel but... you didn't feel anything... you thought that maybe the others knocked it off but when you opened your eyes... You were met by Miguel's face... who's all bruised up but what is he- wait... looking down, you gasped as you realized that the spear had pierced through his chest instead of yours. Blood stained his suit, and his eyes were filled with pain. In that moment, you didn't know how to react or what to do. His body crashed on yours when the spear roughly came off, and the enemy was satisfied. You whispered his name, but he didn't say anything. The enemy turned back, and a portal then appeared signaling it's minions that the job has done. All of them rushed towards the portal, as did the enemy. Leaving the place empty... You made Miguels body to lay down on the ground, saying his name over and over again but he could only look at you with tired eyes. Holding his hand, your mind imagines him, his suit full of scars and his face bloody but he was still pretty in your eyes. You kept begging him not not to close his eyes, the others gathered around the both of you, while Gwen freed Miles. Tears streaming down your face, you say his name one last time... he said his last words... 'Te amo...' you felt his hand go limp in yours. You were trembling, others faces were filled with sorrow as they witnessed the loss. Including Hobie. Jess tries to comfort you by wrapping her arms around you, but the pain feels unbearable. You bury your face in her shoulder, trying to find solace in her presence. As you cling to Jess, you can't help but wonder how life will ever be the same without him.

C Bluesobssesions

#blueyheartzposts #spiderverse #spiderverse angst #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x y/n #spiderverse x reader angst #angst #miguel o hara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x you #miguel o hara x y/n #miguel o hara angst #miguel o hara x reader angst #astv #astv x reader #astv angst #astv x reader angst

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bigbawdy-benzz · 10 months

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SUPER SHY 2.0

Pairing: Miles 42! X Shy Black Plus Size Fem Reader

Tags: @idkmistake @aaliyahwalkshere @mama-2001

Summary: Y/N has finally been noticed by Miles, you already had Miles heart now you have it even more now that you two are bonding getting to know each other.

A/N: I'm glad you guys loved the other one so much!! So here's pt.2 a day later I hope you guys love this one as well!! ENJOYYYYY as the author I was giggling and kicking my feet rooting for y’all. Btw if you didn’t read Pt.1 go read it before this one!! pt3

“I'm Y/N thank you so much”. You say taking your books trying to hide your smile.

“No problem Y/N also I like your shoes” Miles stated with a smile, you looked down at your shoes then looked at his smiling even wider looking back up at him.

“Thank you we’re matching” Y/N replied. Miles looked at his shoes smirking looking at Y/N

“Coincidence” He said swiftly walking away with his friends. You were hooping and hollering in your head trying not to scream.

“GIRLLLLLLLLL” Aaliyah shouted.

“Damn that was a very intense moment” Ocean states with her eyes widened looking at You.

“That's your man cannot convince me ANY less” Aaliyah exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

“Seriously did you see the way he LOOKED at you when y’all were talking AND the mamita that's all yours Y/N”. Ocean added to Aaliyah’s statement

“PLS don’t add on to my delusions, let's get to class” You stated before, y'all were late to class. You and your friends contained yourselves going to your math class. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but Miles was running through your mind it was hard to pull yourself together. Your friends noticed laughing quietly. You looked at them with a smile, you went on your phone to distract yourself seeing the following icon pop up on instagram, you clicked it seeing ‘therealmilesgmorales’ has followed you. Your eyes light up showing your friends your phone.

“Ohhhh mmmmm ggggggg” Aaliyah whispered.

“You better get on that luv cause that's officially your man he followed you” Ocean stated smirking at You.

“Real delulu screaming out my man” You sang causing you and your friends to giggle, in your peripheral vision your teacher eyed yall.You guys immediately started doing your work praying the bell rings soon. You went back to daydreaming with the biggest smile on your face, you heard the bell ring grabbing your things exiting the class room with your friends. The rest of the school day went by smoothly, you saw Miles in the hallway shooting him smiles and he smiled right back at you. The end of the day approached and you were about to leave with your friends.

“Hey Mamita” Miles said approaching you, you were smiling from ear to ear.

“Hi Miles” You said shyly.

“Is it okay if I walk you home?”. Miles asked, You looked at your friends and then back at Miles they nodded their heads at you.

“Yes of course” You replied.

“BYEEE Y/N WE LOVE YOU” Aaliyah shouted

“BE SAFE BOOKIE” Ocean Shouted as well as you were leaving with Miles.The walk was dead silent for 5 minutes because you were too shy to say anything, Miles picked up on this smiling at you.

“What you listening to?” Miles asks

“I'm listening to Best I ever had by Drake” You reply

“That's my shiiit play it I wanna listen”. He says you take your airpod out blasting the song. Miles starts singing, you look at him chuckling joining him cause fuck it.

“Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it I want this forever, I swear, I can spend whatever on it” The both of you sing laughing having a good time walking home. You were smiling the whole walk, Miles started dancing while walking making you laugh.

“AYEEEE” you shouted hyping him up, you appreciated how he made you feel comfortable by doing simple things. Quite frankly Miles did not give a damn about how he might have looked crazy; it made you feel comfortable enough to sing at the top of your lungs with him.

“Who else you listen to ma?” Miles asks with a smile, seeing you smile

“I listen to Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator, Steve lacy, Shreea Kaul, the list goes on”. You reply smiling from ear to ear.

“I like Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator,Steve Lacy, I have to listen to Shreea Kaul. We gotta get together, do nothing and listen to music you a Vibe” Miles stated, looking at you with the cutest smile on your face.

“Tienes una hermosa sonrisa” Miles said, making you want to fall to your knees, the way it rippled off his tongue, the way his voice sounded it tingled you just right. (You have a beautiful smile)

“Thank you Miles” You said shyly, Miles chuckled.

“You gettin shy on me Mamita?”. He says confidently being a tease, the way everything rolled off his tongue did something to you.

“Noo of course not”. You say looking away from Miles.

“Awe it’s okay, I have a question for you”. Miles expressed

“What's your question?” You ask while still looking away from him, he brought his hand to your chin turning your head to look at him, you were flustered trying not to blush.

“Can I take you out Tomorrow?” He asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb, you fall into his touch looking at him.

“Yes you can take me out” You say receiving a smile from Miles, he wanted to kiss you right then and there but it was too soon way too soon. He stopped touching your face realizing you’ve made home.

“Don’t worry about where we are going, I'm going to figure it out,it's going to be a surprise just show up looking pretty I'm going to show you how pretty girls are treated”. Miles stated looking you in the eyes.

Stay tuned for pt 3!!!

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how do we feel if i made a hobie brown fic or smut

#shawtytharula #black reader #astv angst #astv smut #astv hobie

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DEPRIVE ME [2] - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Wrong.

You were incredibly wrong.

Leaping off the platform, you swiftly evade the heavy metal desk Miguel throws at you, instinctively shooting a web to use the object as a makeshift barrier while catching your breath.

"Lyla!" You call out, your spider senses on high alert. "This is not what was mentioned last night!"

Immediately the bubbly AI appears by your side, a sheepish smile on her face. "I was instructed not to reveal too much," she offers, somewhat apologetic -- Not.

Frustration surges through you as you struggle to comprehend the situation -- Why must everything be difficult with him?

Without warning, you feel yourself lifted from the ground. No hesitation, you kick Miguel in the stomach, sending the desk crashing into him.

"Can't we just talk?" You urge, hands on your hips. "The way I was led to believe," you add, bitterness seeping into your voice.

A dry laugh escapes Miguel's lips, body preparing for his next attack. "Oh, yeah, sure, let's talk," he mocks, lunging at you, claws aiming at your upper body.

With an apathetic gaze, he surveys your trapped form, chest rising and falling from the altercation. In an instant, he ensnares you within a forcefield, the very ones used to sustain anomalies.

"You must be joking," You shake your head in disbelief, agitation causing you to pace back and forth. "Can you ever approach things rationally without letting your anger consume you?" You glare, frustration evident.

Miguel's gaze sharpens as he locks eyes with you. He strides over to retrieve the cuffs he had initially asked you to wear -- the very ones you had profoundly refused and had tossed aside without thinking; Not the best decision you could have made, obviously.

"If you wanted me rational, you shouldn’t have thrown that little tantrum you did," He turns to you, arms crossed.

You narrow your brows; Tantrum? Tantrum. Not wanting to be treated like a criminal was now considered a tantrum?

"If you had you just listened-"

You scoff, turning your back to him and lowering yourself to the ground; You were done listening.

With a mere concentration, you form a barrier, gradually filtering Miguel's voice from reaching you; External sounds soon become muffled, only a faint ringing penetrating your ears. Turning your attention inward, you firmly plant your palms on the ground, focusing on the subtle vibrations that Miguel's voice carries.

As the vibrations intensify, you brace yourself for what comes next. Before you know it, Miguel lifts you off the ground, fangs bared inches from your face. You maintain a neutral expression despite the harsh grip on your forearm.

Miguel studies your reaction, searching for any sign of submission. Frustrated, he releases his grip and steps back, pinching his nose as if trying to calm himself. Muttering something under his breath, he looks at you with outstretched hands -- ‘Let’s talk’.

Though reluctant, you nod, allowing sound to seep in again. "I'm listening," you respond, your tone grim.

Exasperated, Miguel moves to the computer system, multiple images displaying on the holographic screen. You instantly recognize the people -- all fifteen of them -- and a sense of defeat washes over you.

"I thought we had moved past this," You whisper, realizing the gravity of what he was showing you.

Miguel's gaze remains fixed on the screen as he responds, "We were never past this. This is why you're here." He points to an additional image, "Two weeks ago, unusual glitching was detected in Earth-12131."

You shake your head. "That's not possible. You said nothing was disrupted."

"Nothing was disrupted, and now nothing is. I had Peter B take care of it," He mutters, pushing the screens aside.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because your mistake," Miguel's voice raises, "could have led to the destruction of an entire universe. And your recent errors are not making it any better." He approaches you, hands extending expectantly. "I want your watch," he demands.

What.

Your body freezes. "What? No," you protest, taking a step back.

"Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be. After today, your services are no longer needed here."

Suffocated. You feel suffocated as Miguel draws near you, his eyes narrowed with a single objective. Your hands twitch, the rhythmic pounding of your heart echoing loudly in your ears -- Why? Just why? You were beginning to feel disoriented, your very name reduced to mere echoes. Swiftly, you sidestep, concealing your right hand behind your back.

"That's not fair," You reason. "You know what happened. Hell, you saw what happened!" You manage to evade his grasp once again. "And as for my recent errors, we both know who's causing them," You huff out.

Miguel sighs, hands clenching at his sides, attempting to repress any rising irritation. "Could you please just stay still?" He warns.

"Por dios, O'Hara!" You evade him once more. "How can you possibly be such a hypocrite when you're the one who actually caused the annihilation of an entire universe?"

Silence.

Profound silence falls between the two of you, you just registering the weight of the words that had left you. You glance up to meet Miguel's intense stare, red eyes piercing into you.

"Verga," You rush out before being knocked to the ground. You choke out a gasp, breath increasingly strained as Miguel's grip tightens around your throat. What was wrong with you? Did you seriously want to die?

"Try to calm down," You struggle to word out, desperately attempting to free yourself.

"Don't tell me what I have to do," He snarls beside your ear, hands squeezing tighter.

Clawing at his hands, you take notice of the black spots that cloud your vision; Just what were you doing? You could easily overthrow Miguel and give yourself a chance to escape, yet you were surrendering instead. Succumbing to a guilt you knew you had no control over. God, this was all tiring. Like a revelation, you allow your body to relax, eyes gaining a clear focus on your next move.

"Enough." Your hand swiftly reaches behind Miguel's neck, fingers grasping firmly. "If you're going to insist on burdening me with guilt for the rest of my time here, then maybe you should experience the guilt I've been carrying."

Soon, Miguel's hold on you weakens, his body staggering and collapsing to the ground. A ripple of emotions engulfs him -- Fear, pain, and confusion -- They all flood his mind, mirroring the overwhelming tragedies felt by those who had died. The same emotions you had experienced when you regretfully took their lives. The same emotions you can never forget. But you don't stop there; you make him see. You make him see all the nightmares and illusions that plagued their minds, exposing him to the relentless darkness that claimed them.

You stagger forward, blood trickling from your nose as the pressure of your abilities takes a toll on your body. "Believe me when I say I don't need you reminding me of what I did," You take a deep breath, voice filled with resignation. "Just as you don't need people reminding you of what you did."

With a hint of remorse, you make him see her. Make him hear her. Feel her.

"Papá?" Gabriela's small voice echoes in his head.

Mind unable to process what was happening, Miguel stills. His previously crouched body now cradling his daughter's non-existent one, hand caressing her cheek as if she were truly there.

"Papá, I'm scared," His little girl whimpers, her non-existing hand clutching onto his.

Miguel gazes downward, eyes fixated on his daughter's empty embrace. The weight of her presence so tangible to him but invisible to everyone else. It all becomes unbearable. The sound of your labored breaths is what jolts him back to reality. His body slumps with heavy sorrow, face contorting with anguish and grief.

"Just... stop," He whispers, voice vulnerable, on the verge of breaking.

Overwhelmed, you collapse to the ground. Your vision blurs and your senses distort while becoming hazy. It's difficult for you to regain control, especially as you struggle to restore balance to your overtaxed senses.

"I never wanted to do that," You mutter, head remaining low. "But I'm done. If you want me gone, I'll leave by tomorrow." With unsteady steps, you stand up.

Quietly, you turn to leave, casting one final glance at headquarters' formidable leader.

Miguel remains on his knees, gaze lost in contemplation. Just utterly broken.

Without another word, you're gone.

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"So... are you planning to remain silent?"

Gwen hangs upside down, a single brow raised inquisitively.

"Not entirely," You reply as you walk around her. "And could you please get down from there? It’s making me dizzy," You groan, rubbing your forehead.

Your mind was still reeling from the day's earlier events, the pressure of it all causing a soft, persistent ache in your head; You felt like utter trash. Just like that, your life had managed to be disrupted. As you glanced around, you couldn’t help the small smile that formed -- This was home, your home -- and now it was slipping away from you; A dry laugh escaped your lips.

"Your neck’s bruising."

"Huh?"

Gwen lands beside you, her fingers lightly brushing over your injuries. Despite your best efforts, you can't help but flinch at her touch, your face contorting with discomfort as she examines the wounds. You shoot the teenager a slightly irritated glance, hands pushing hers away and adjusting your suit to conceal any visible bruises. Well, at least the ones on your body; the state of your face was still up for debate.

"And what villain of the week did those?" She asks, now signaling at your dry bloodstained nose.

You ignore her, opting to wave at the spider people who greet you, your smile faltering as you enter your room. Crashing onto the sofa, you shield your face with your arm -- Finally, some quiet.

"Well?"

You groan, arm lifting to glance at the smirking teenager. "Five seconds, Gwen. That's all I ask," You state tiredly, closing your eyes once more.

Never did you expect your time in the Spiderverse-Society to end so abruptly; It's been what, about six months, and now everything is-

"Times up!" Gwen calls out, taking a seat across from you.

This time, you can't help but glare at her, forcing yourself to sit up. "You know Gwendolyn, you can be quite the little pest sometimes." You mutter, words lacking any malice.

"I've been told worse," She shrugs off before looking at you expectantly.

You grumble softly, rolling your eyes as you indulge her. "If you must know, nosy," You side-eye her, "Our beloved boss is the culprit for all this."

Gwen studies your face. "Miguel did that?" She questions, astonished.

"Yep," You confirm with a nod. "O'Hara did that and more."

"What do you mean?

"I mean," You shrug, attempting to appear unfazed, "Guess who's been kicked out of the spider society," You sing-song, trying to lighten the mood.

Gwen's frown deepens, her once content attitude now simmering. Startled, you watch as she stands up, eyes following her as she heads toward the door. Reacting quickly, you shoot out a web, giving her a stern warning look. With a subtle tug on her hand, you silently urge her to sit.

"And what do you think you're about to do?" You ask with a bored expression.

She scoffs. "Miguel can't just kick you out-".

"Yes, he can."

"But not without a proper-"

"Reason? Yeah, I agree with you on that."

"Would you stop-"

"Interrupting you?"

"Y/N!"

You sigh, leaning your head back before addressing her seriously. "Just let it go, Gwen."

Observing the torn look on her face and the hesitant movement of her feet, a soft laugh escapes you -- She reminded you so much of her. The same persistence and equally annoying smartness that you once bonded over. Had things turned out differently, she would have turned seventeen this year -- your Gwen, that is. It never ceased to amaze you how every Spider's canon intertwined in one way or another. Pushing aside the waves of nostalgia, you refocus your thoughts.

"I'm slowly coming to terms with it," You try to reassure her, "I just want to be alone."

Gwen hesitates, mouth opening as if to say something, before nodding. You watch her leave, exhaling a breath as the door closes behind her. Like fragile glass, the facade you had been putting up shatters, and the tears that stung your eyes finally fall.

To feel or not to feel; that was the ultimate question.

You lay back once more on the comfort of your sofa -- Pain somehow soothed you better.

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Body jolting, an involuntary gasp escapes you. You wince as the abrupt noise from your mouth sends a sharp ache down your throat. Shaking your head to clear the drowsiness, you sit up, feeling your bones crack as you carefully stretch your stiff muscles.

What time was it?

It was dark, and as you glance outside your window, the sight of an empty headquarters suggested that most of the spider people had returned to their respective universe. The stillness of the place contrasts with the earlier bustling morning, and you can't help but feel a sense of solitude in the quiet atmosphere.

"You overslept!" A chirpy voice pops up in front of you.

You cross your arms, eyeing the flashy AI. "Not in the mood, Lyla."

Making your way toward the bedroom, you retrieve a duffle bag, somberly packing all your items away. Clothing, gadgets, even the occasional assignments, you ensure nothing is left behind. While doing so, you can't help but notice the glitching A.I. take seat mid-air.

"You can't stay mad at me," She states.

Exhaling with frustration, you release the clothing you had been clutching in your hand "Sure, I can," You retort sharply. "I can choose to stay mad at you, just like you chose to keep me in the dark about the purpose of the meeting."

Her head tilted. "I was simply following orders."

"And when have you ever refrained from defying those orders?" You counter, irritation seeping through.

"Look,” Lyla persisted. "I just came to give you a heads up that Miguel is on his way to see you."

"He's what?" You see her disappear. "Lyla!" You shout in frustration -- Must she always do that?

Hastily you shove whatever else you can into your bag before rushing to the door. As the automatic doors open, you come to an abrupt halt.

"Leaving already?"

Instinctively, you step back, Miguel practically barging into your room. It seemed nothing was going your way today, not even your promised departure.

"Just as you requested," You react, a forced smile on your face.

His gaze subtly fixates on the duffle bag clutched in your hands. "I thought you said tomorrow," He remarks, sauntering further in as the doors behind him close.

You click your tongue, annoyance brimming within by his probing and sudden intrusion. "You seriously have some nerve coming here and-"

"You're reinstated." He interjects.

"Come again?"

Grumbling under his breath, he places his hands on his hips and clarifies, "I said, you're reinstated."

You stand there, mind processing his words before directing a glare toward him. "Is this some kind of joke to you?" You drop your bag in disbelief. "You practically threaten my life in the morning, and now you barge in here without even offering an apology and expect everything to be resolved with a simple phrase."

Not giving him a chance to respond, you swiftly snatch your bag and move to leave, or at least attempt to. To your surprise, and his own, Miguel latches onto your wrist. With a wary gaze, you pull your hand free from his grip. As he remains silent, you scoff, unsure what to make of the situation.

"No lo puedo creer, a pesar de joder mi paciencia tu-"

"Dios, cállate,” He snaps. “This is what started things in the morning-"

"Right, so it’s my fault now."

"Y/N."

"O’Hara," You defy, refusing to call him by his first name.

In the dimly lit room, the both of you huff in exasperation, the tense atmosphere enveloping you. A weariness settles within, and the decision to abandon the situation seems ever more tempting. Gosh, he was frustrating.

Unexpectedly, he positions himself in front of you, his imposing height putting you at a disadvantage. Intense gaze fixed upon you, he lowers his voice, his words resolute and unmistakable. "As I was saying," he begins, tone unwavering. "You're reinstated."

With a dismissive gesture, he brushes his shoulder against yours as he exits. "Tomorrow you work with me."

In a moment of disbelief, you find yourself pinching your arm. The sharp pain that shoots up serves as a stark reminder that you were not imagining things. Muttering a curse under your breath, you drop your bag to the side.

Fuck him, you thought. Whatever he had planned for tomorrow, you would make sure not to break this time.

Part One | Part Three |

[A/N] - It's done! I hope this doesn't disappoint and I'm sooo sorry for the delay. Also, I want to say thx for the support in the first part! It's been a while since I've focused on something other than STEM (engineering student here lol), so it really meant a lot. Excuse any typos, I'm sure I'll catch them later.

Anyways, feel free to comment, like, and repost <3

[Translations]

For the love of god

Fuck

I can't believe it, despite testing my patience you

God, shut up

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