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kori-xo · 2 days

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REVERSED ROLES

What if…? You were Spider-Woman, not Miguel.

Summary: Miguel finds out you're Spider-Woman. (it's a drabble, so it's fr not that long)

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Miscalculating your silent entrance, your foot catches on the edge of the windowsill, causing you to stumble until you land inside with a thud.

Jumping up quickly, your eyes flicker around the room, before relaxing as it comes to you.

Miguel is working late. No one else is here but you.

Keeping this whole superhero identity thing from him was no easy task, that's for sure. I mean, how would you explain to your boyfriend that you had a bleeding gash going down your shoulder when you were supposed to be out visiting your Aunt May?

Putting that thought on the backburner, because that gash really does hurt. A lot.

Groaning, you begin to rid yourself of the upper half of your suit, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and lazily shoving it down until it was bunched up just above your chest.

You grab your phone, and the first aid kit from the closet, and make your way over to the connecting bathroom, flicking on the light switch.

Your eyes narrow as they adjust to the sudden bright lights, a sigh pushing past your lips as you toss the first aid onto the bathroom sink before pulling up the latches, searching for the needed tools to patch up this wound.

It's solved like clockwork, and within a matter of minutes, you manage to stop all the bleeding until there's just a large, angry red sign of your late night escapades.

For the record, superheroes should definitely be entitled to financial compensation for this sort of thing.

You decide to warm up a washcloth, to press to and soothe the ache before applying any sort of bandaging. When you wring it out, you ball it up accordingly and press it to your shoulder, holding it there as you sit on the lid of the toilet, your head leaning against the wall.

The moment you relaxed, you felt your eyes get heavy as they started to fall, hearing and senses slowly fading in and out as sleep tried to welcome you into its clutches.

And of course, who were you to fight it?

Every once in a while, you felt a little tingle in the back of your brain, like the alert of your spider-sense, but you brushed it aside both times, assuring your instincts that you were home and safe where you were.

And then, all of a sudden, there's a clatter to the floor.

The sound makes your eyes fly open, and as you glance over to the doorway of the bathroom, whole heartedly expecting to see someone who had broken into your house, nothing could have prepared you for who it really was.

Your boyfriend, Miguel, standing there with eyes wide and jaw fallen in shock.

The clatter was his work tablet, your brain analyzed after a moment, but in your half-sleep state, you were too busy wondering why he looked so surprised to see you sitting on the toilet in the bathroom.

And then it hit you.

You were still in your suit.

Your brain immediately goes into panic mode as your eyes now take the same expression of his, trying to figure out what to say.

Sure, the suit was bunched up at the top, but the rest of it was on full display, from the engraved webbing down to the symbol on your chest, there was no mistaking this, no matter how much lying you'd attempt on him.

Pressing your lips together in an awkward smile/grimace, you break the silence between the two of you by uttering a handful of words.

“...I can explain.”

#yn #random drabbles #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #but you're spider-woman #need to sleep

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voluntaryvictim · 8 months

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#need to sleep

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aotearoa20 · 1 year

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Shout out to those soldiers guarding the Silmarils at the end of the War of Wrath. Imagine surviving a literal war with Gods and Dragons and Balrogs and who knows what else only to by murdered by a couple of hobos over their stupid rocks five minutes before sailing home. They pop up in the Halls and find out those same disaster brothers throw away the stupid rocks they just died for almost immediately after getting hold of them. Tis’ rough hope they’re doing okay

#it’d be funny if their reembodied before the ships get back #took a shortcut back #managed to cut out the sea sickness #silly thoughts #need to sleep #silmarillion #tolkien

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 1 year

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