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Pavitr Prabhakar × sister figure!reader

Platonic ✿

Warning: a bit angst, Sed!Pav, platonic relationship, reader's brother died :'(

The first time I met Pavitr Prabhakar my heart started bleeding again while memories of my brother resurface violently in my mind.Pavrit is elated, always full of energy and smiling.

Oh, that smile so bright it blinds, that smile so like his.

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I loved being Spider-Girl, I loved coming home to hear my brother talk about how much he admired her, how much he admired me. But that all changed the day neither she nor I were able to catch him.

For two years I hated Spider-Girl.

The day Miguel O'Hara told me his death was my canon event I wanted to sink and for the next year I hated the universe.

Then I met Pav.

Pav eased my pain. Him so sweet and innocent, Him with that contagious smile, Him with that unique hope, Him with that energy and joy, Him who hasn't yet experienced the ugly side of being a spider-person, Him who hasn't yet experienced that excruciating pain in the heart, self-hatred or anger at the world.

He's maybe too good to be spider-man.

Now before I go home I stop by Pavitr's house and listen to Him blather about his girlfriend. I listen to Him talk about how great his aunt is, how much he likes tea, how much he enjoys spending time with Hobie and Gwen and how obvious it is to His eyes that the new guy has a crush on her.

I listen to Him complain about too much homework he has to do for the next day, I listen to Him talk and see sparks in His eyes I see hope for a better world, I see the love and passion he puts into everything he does.

I often see that little boy who ran to hug me every time I came home, the same boy I visit at the cemetery every night after I've been in Pavrit universe.

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Now I look at Pavitr with tears in my eyes. I look at him as he is hunched over with his hands on his hair and his gaze fixed on the hole that has now swallowed many buildings.

I look at Pavitr and the fear of being able to see him disappear confuses my thoughts.

I lean towards him, placing a shaky hand on his shoulder but he doesn't seem to even notice my presence.

«Pav?»

Nothing.

«Pavitr»

he turns slightly towards me, and despite the mask covering his face I can feel the fear and desperation in his face.

«Everything will be fine, you did good. No one died that's what matters.» I smile at him even though he can't see it.

«But they could have, and now there's a giant hole sucking up the buildings. It could destroy everything » his accent is even more marked by the frustration in his voice.

«Pav, It's not your fault, you couldn't predict it, no one could. You did your best» My words seem to annoy him somehow. He take the mask off his face in one quick motion.

Now the eyes full of sparks observe me shining with tears and guilt.

«It is! I'm Spider-Man, I'm the hero! I'm supposed to avoid these things, I'm supposed to protect the citizens, not destroy the city.» Right now I no longer see the joyful child who greeted me, I see myself, I see another spider person angry at themselves.

I wrap my arms around Pavitr's shoulders and hug him. I can feel his body relax against mine, his arms around my waist and his weight on my body.

One of my hands reaches into his soft hair, gently scratching the scalp and I feel his chest rise and fall erratically as he sobs against my shoulder.

«Everything will be fine, we will fix everything. I won't leave you alone to fight»

«Do you promise?» His voice muffled against ma shoulder.

«I promise»

Him so fragile and so strong. Him full of ambitions, Him ready to do anything to protect the city, his city.

I hate this. It's awfully, but I wanted to post something.

Btw HE IS SO CUTE AND SWEET I WANT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS.

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I still hate you

Miguel O'Hara × gn!spider!reader 𓏸 🕸️

Warning: small make out session, probably bad English, terrible Spanish,mention of blood and injury but nothing too explicit so go safe.

Summary: You always hated Miguel. Or so you thought before you ended up stuck with him...

I realized I couldn't stand Miguel O'Hara the same day I met him.

I don't know exactly why.

Maybe it's because of that superior tone he uses, or because he always has the same serious expression maybe it's because he's always boring and stiff or because he does nothing but bark orders at everyone.

I don't know exactly why, but from that day on I decided that I would do anything to annoy him. It doesn't take too much to annoy Miguel, but the first few months I couldn't even get close to him.

Then Hobie Brown came along.

Annoying Miguel has been easy since the day Hobie arrived, but while Hob has gotten tired of doing nothing but tease our boss, I've become almost addicted to it. By now I don't think my day ended without having at least a little annoyed Miguel.

This is why I am now locked in an uncomfortable closet squeezed between the wall and O'Hara's body.

I try to move a little to be a little more comfortable, but the only thing I can do is cause a pained grunt from Miguel. His arm circles my waist from behind, holding me steady against his chest.

«Stay still, Mierda, solo faltas tu para empeorar todo.» I have no idea what he said, but it doesn't matter when all I hear is his rapid heartbeat and his breath brushing the side of my face.

«You are crushing me» I whisper to him annoyed.

In another situation, in a world where Miguel isn't a pain in the ass, I wouldn't mind being pressed against his muscular body, But that's not the situation, not when he's bleeding from his leg and the only thing blocking the wound is one of my webs.

«It's your fault we're in this situation, don't complain» I hear anger in his voice, but also something I identify as concern.

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to speak again but his hand gets over my mouth preventing me from doing so.

I decide to speak anyway, but the result is just a series of muffled sounds

his hand keep growing a little firmer. «Let me breath, O'Hara» I grip his wrist, trying to push his hand away «tranquilizarse . We can't be spotted.» He keep a firm grip on my wrist, but he remove his hand. «The only reason you're safe right now is because I'm not letting you move. »

I sigh, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, looking up at his face.

There is a small furrow on his face, between his eyebrows, like he's thinking hard about something -or is it just his typical expression, I don't know-

My gaze falls on his slightly open mouth, open just enough to show a part of his sharp fangs.

I hate Miguel, I hate that he's bigger and taller than me so he always towers over me,I hate that it's so intriguing and annoying at the same time i hate that he looks so good but he acts so ugly i hate knowing i hate him and still feel attracted to all the things that set him apart from anyone else, spider-person or not.

«Deja de mirarme, niña» His breath tickles my face, and his slightly huskier voice rouses me from my thoughts.

My mother has always called them "dangerous thoughts", the same ones that make you feel good before being dragged into oblivion.

Sins.

«What?» I frown.

We are so close, more than we've ever had, too close.

«Stop staring at me» He whispers bringing our faces even closer. I don't think he realized how close we are, that if he just tilted his head a few inches our lips would meet.

I hate him for not noticing, I hate him because he isn't pushing me away.

«Im not staring» My eyes lock with his. They're red, but not the same deep red as when he's angry.

I, unconsciously, lick my lips. He huff staring at me.

He did notice. Bastard.

«I hate you, If it weren't for you, I'd be back in my office by now, taking care of other anomalies. You are a pain in the ass»

He Speaks with contempt? and for a moment his fangs are clearly visible, white and gleaming. Every now and then I wonder if they are the reason for the small red marks on his lips, if he bites them causing small blood spills.Is he some kind of vampire? Or is it like a cat? Maybe a bat, like Batman.

Just the thought makes me smile, in the end they both have capes, don't they?

I hate Miguel O'Hara because which Spider-Man has the cape? Which Spider-Man has claws and fangs? Which Spider-Man relies on artificial intelligence?

«Why are you smiling now? I just insulted you» he looks confused.

So my gaze falls to his lips as he speaks. «Why should I care? You always insult everyone»

«I don't »

«Yes, you do. You are such a bitch with everyone, O'Hara. That's why I always talk back, because you deserve it.»

He grunts, sniffles and looks away, but his arm tightens around my waist even more,

almost possessively.

And here a yellow light illuminates our faces as Layla shows herself.

«Oh- I hope I didn't interrupt you» The hologram with the pink glasses smirks as she alternates her gaze between Miguel and me.

«Finally, where were you? Call Jess and Ben and tell them to deal with the anomaly, it's hanging around the palace.» Miguel starts giving orders to poor Layla who looks at him annoyed.

«Then open a portal to HQ, -name- doesn't have the device anymore and mine doesn't work well. Also tell the infirmary that I need bandages and maybe some stitches.»

«What do we say?» She asks,

Miguel looks at her with hatred, but sighs all the same before answering her «Please?» I giggle watching the scene.

Layla disappears, and a pink and blue portal opens in her place.

I smile trying to get into it, but Miguel's arm keeps me glued to him.

«What are you doing?» I turn to him in confusion, only to belatedly realize that his lips are on mine. His hand squeezes both of my cheeks, holding my face against his. I close my eyes, focusing on the feel of his lips on mine and his fangs occasionally tingling.

Then he pulls away abruptly, keeping my face away from his. I stare at him wide-eyed as I realize what he's done. I feel my swollen lips and hot cheeks.

«Just to be clear, I still hate you»

He moves me slightly to the side to enter the portal.I stay still for a few more seconds before following him and returning to my usual routine.

I hate him because now I don't know if I really hate him.

Mierda, solo faltas tu para empeorar todo:/ Shit, only you are missing to make everything worse./

tranquilizarse:/calm down/

Deja de mirarme, niña:/stop looking at me kid/

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