#Miguel o’hara analysis

[machineheraldandy]

Miguel’s story is one of SA

Miguel O’Hara: story analysis

General trigger warning for SA/Grooming/childhood SA/drugging, if it’s too triggering please have a good day and keep yourself safe instead of reading :)

This piece comes from a grooming victim, so I have a bit of insight of certain topics, everything is written with care. (I hope)

Rambling a lot!!!

There is a general story told in Miguel O’Hara’s spiderman series, one of him being spiderman of course, the new one, but also one of how his life isn’t his, how his story is one of SA. This was more recently ignored and changed by PAD in order to make him more like Peter Parker, treating his deep adult issues as more goofy “haha spiderman!” Things instead of what they are. That will be addressed. Like always this is a part ramble, part think piece.

Miguel from the start does not have his own life, from the day Conchata is pregnant with him, his life was planned out, he wouldn’t be her son, or George’s, he wouldn’t be a person, he would be the toy of Tyler Stone, the moment he was born was the moment he was groomed, he never had a choice, never had a way out, never got a chance to even try to run. Tyler planned to groom him into what he was. It’s made clear.

Miguel from the start became smart, not so much by his own will but because he was expected to, by George, an abusive alcoholic. He got into the Alchemax school for gifted children, not because he wanted to but because George set it up, but Tyler/Conchata had it planned. (Most likely)

From how Miguel is written it could be assumed that he would have rather been beaten while protecting Gabriel then having to go to that school, but had the fear or being nothing, and being beaten worse if he didn’t, he’s scared of his family, scared of failure, scared of George, and Tyler. Scared of not following orders.

In his Childhood, Tyler was distant but groomed him from the side, by all means it was known early on that Kron had a Personality disorder which made him Anti-social, what disorder? Unknown and will not be guessed upon as that would villainise people with the disorder. From my personal point of view, Kron was the child meant to be Tyler’s best but Tyler moved onto Miguel quickly due to Tyler seeing it as a waste to try with Kron anymore. It could be shown that Kron sense of the world changed due to Tyler, and Krons later behaviours were that of a Groomer, and of course SA’er in the future.

Tyler while knowing Kron had a personality disorder or just ignoring it, taught him the behaviour of going after women, Tyler had been divorced many times, he had many women, Tyler taught him to have power over people and to use that against them. By all means Kron became what he was due to Tyler. HENSE why Tyler is even worse in this. Tyler on accident created an abuser, that would do exactly what Tyler did, but more publicly.

Going into this is to not explain Krons actions or defend him but to say that the general theme of SA, has so many roots linking back to each other. Kron goes on to SA Miguel’s first girlfriend (at the time best friend) miguel walks in on this, stops it, gets nearly killed, There is no doubt what happened to Xina was indeed SA, it was just the only form of SA they may have been allowed to show, Xina is naked and Kron holding a knife is forcing her to take her towel off, it’s implied that so much worse would have happened to Xina if Miguel didn’t arrive.

I won’t go much into this though as from my point of view PAD wrote a SA story in this to make a man a savour of a woman, (or boy saving girl) the way it was handled wasn’t well. Even if it’s important to how Miguel’s story has SA, and seems to be a story about SA.

The next time he is assaulted in a way that brings into the question of SA and hidden meanings is Raptor, Tyler is Miguel’s groomer, Tyler admits as much verbally, Tyler drugs Miguel to keep control of him, he does something an abusive groomer would do, he makes Miguel believe miguel is reliant on him even-though he isn’t and never was. Miguel didn’t take enough of the drugs for it to affect him, but Tyler convinces him otherwise, an abuse tactic similar to real abuse tactics. “You can’t leave, you need me! Due to a lie!”

Some see this as an allegory for SA, I do too, specially when the rest of his story is the way it is.

The next time which isn’t SA but it’s important to the SA, and how his life isn’t his own, is him becoming spiderman, Aaron mad at him forcefully tried to kill him in a way that forces him to become spiderman against his will, he attempts to escape his groomer Tyler, and as a result becomes what he sees as a monster not worth living, in his attempt to escape he falls deeper into himself, deeper into an emotional pit he can’t escape, his life isn’t his, when he tries to make it his own, it fails, it always fail, he will never escape, what is the point?

He then as spiderman gets SA’ed, a villain forcefully kisses him, he doesn’t want it, he needs to get her off and he does so in a way that only him, spiderman could do. Paralysing her with his fangs, this moment sucked as it was less treated like SA and just as a 1990s comic thing, but it also…was amazing, Miguel’s escape from himself that he believed failed in a way helped him, that’s good accidental story telling. You also have the thing of how a victim might go “it worked but it only happened due to!” As Miguel only got SA’ed due to being spiderman, but he got saved due to being spiderman, meaning there is a major conflict, yes his attempt to save himself failed then failed again but it helped? But it only helped due to another failure? Keeping him trapped.

The next time we see SA/Grooming in the comics, is to do with Dana, everyone doesn’t like her specially for this, but there is one thing to note, Dana was a 23 year old fiancé to a grooming victim, that grooming victims, groomer wanted sex out of her, when being 50+, not only is there an age gap so big it can call into questions on if it okay, but he is a extremely rich business man (power inbalance) and someone that actively was still grooming Miguel, you could see Tyler doing this as a way to try and trap and hurt Miguel more + grooming Dana, and that’s what it should be treated as! Even if Tyler “fell in love” with Dana, it came from a bad place. And there was NOT proper consent.

The next time SA is an issue is when Kron comes back as Venom, he kidnaps Dana and Xina, making nasty remarks, some remarks which can be taken as even sexual jokes, Xina was SA’ed by him as a child, and now he becomes nasty again, he reopens wounds, and in the process hurts Dana/Xina/Miguel.

The story ends soon after for the 1992 run, but continues within the 2015 run, Miguel’s girlfriend tempest once again is a victim of SA, I don’t know much about it so I won’t go into it, but then Miguel is a victim of SA AGAIN, getting forcefully kissed and forced into a position he never wanted to be in as a lady forces him to be in it otherwise he risks being exposed for who he is (a future spiderman)

Miguel’s story runs heavy with SA themes, grooming themes, and is overall a sad story about a victim, a victim who later gets treated like a joke and treated like he should never have existed by the people that created him. What is worse is…the new comics

Miguel teaming up with Kron: we all know it, we all hate it, PAD ruined Miguel, he made it known Miguel still had his own mind when befriending Kron, and Kron only maybe a week prior had canonly killed Dana, and…once again Miguel saw Kron SA Xina, he then for a bit treated Kron like a better brother than Gabriel.

This could have been written so much better, victims attach to their abusers, you could logically in character find a way to get Miguel to work with Kron, as Miguel is a victim his whole life, Miguel was groomed by Krons father, Kron got his behaviour from his father.

PAD could have written an abuse victim getting an unhealthy attachment to an abuser after tragically losing Dana, and going through all the abuse, as victims do that. But he chose to be disgusting. And to write Miguel poorly. Like always.

So like always, Miguel can’t have it his way, he can’t even have his personality without the writers changing it to make him less him. He has never been in control, and never will, his story is sad, and it’s one of so much tragedy.

If anything I said was written in a bad way please let me know so I can fix it! 💖

[sp1der-wid0w]

lowkey… i kinda hated her.

how you gonna be a mom, but treat kids like shit? the only people she respected was miguel and lyla 🤷🏾‍♀️

[tikiki05]

Recently got into a (jokingly heated) debate with a good friend of mine over Peter B. Parkers character. As I’ve posted about before, I feel his character between Into and Across the Spider-Verse becomes heavily inconsistent; specifically with how little he was willing to intervene between Miles and Miguel in the train scene. But my friend rightfully reminded me that Miguel and Peter both feel certain that the multiverse is in legitimate danger because of Miles, though I do still feel Peter’s tamed reaction felt very out of line even considering the drastic changes he’s gone through between the films. I’m now feeling very mixed feelings, not aided by the fact that I’m not at all good at irl debates of any caliber, and that when confronted irl on my personal stances and viewpoints, I feel immediately unconfident in them after the fact.

So I’m asking the beautiful people of tumblr! What do you think? Do you think Peter’s actions and behaviors make sense for how his life changed between the movies? Or is that a stretch too far for how he acted?

[clover-46]

the writers on here making the miguel fics need to remember his fangs inject paralytic venom hes not a real vampire it was just a joke in the movie 😭

oh but i still want him to bite me don’t get me wrong idgaf if they have venom 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

[sleepyeepy]

it is 2 days later and i’m still thinking about across the spiderverse

major spoilers !!! keep urself safe 🫶🏼

thinking about how og miles (earth-1610) is in every way different than earth-42 miles. like even in the way they speak.

no one else is talking about this but when 42 miles introduced himself the way he pronounced his name was different. when og miles says his last name it’s very american but 42 miles adds an accent. he annunciates morales using spanish diction.

this is literally such a tiny little detail but it means so much to me because it highlights just how different these two characters are and emphasizes the impact miles dad has on his life. without his dad, 42 miles inherits more of his moms behavior i.e. using a spanish accent.

idk i think i’m insane about this movie but this scene is all i can think about :3

[iamumbra195]

Miguel & The Sunk Cost Fallacy

Okay so I’ve been doing some research about Miguel and the way he thinks and why he does certain thing for a fic. And I think this video really puts the way I’ve thought about him and the stuff he does into perspective

Miguel’s sunk cost fallacy is the canon theory. He’s been so traumatized by what happened and with all the uncertainty that lies in something as unknown as the multiverse, his decision making skills would’ve been frozen and he would’ve unraveled underneath the force of his own guilt. So he develops rules, makes something that is very grey to be black and white and even if his theory is just that, a theory, he sticks to it as if it was the law of the universe.

Miles challenges everything he believes is right and that terrifies him, losing control of this entire thing terrifies him and that’s why we steadily see him become more desperate and more violent

I think the next movie is going to truly force him to understand that he is wrong and he’ll finally have to face his own trauma and mistakes rather than hiding behind the workload he placed upon himself. I also think that Jess is going to be a huge part of this realization because she was giving me vibes that he’s gonna be on Gwen’s side in the next movie because she’s actually questioning things. anyways, yeah that’s it. Watch the video it’s pretty helpful in understand Miguel and his motivations

[mrsblackruby]

@juhbebbie ♥️♥️♥️I love your tags because yeah to me they should set their operations up in a way where they at least keep trying to look for a better outcome in my opinion at least

that exchange between miguel and gwen

"we're supposed to be the good guys"

"we are! we are.."

like he's even trying to convince himself now. you can see it in his face and demenour- he's trying to keep himself believing this fact. he KNOWS that what they're doing isn't completely good- they're letting people close to the spider people die for the sake of canon. but he THINKS THEYRE DOING THE RIGHT THING!! he's not doing it for the sake of being mean- he thinks it's the right thing to do. he's not just an asshole for the sake of being an asshole (most of the time anyways)- he's actually trying to save worlds and the lives of billions. he's not a bad guy. he's just... trying to do the right thing, even if it may not be completely good.

[naeverse]

Tangled in his Webs

Art generated by: Niji • Journey Request from: @migueloharacumslut Ask: And I have a request I forgot rather I submitted or not. Mad scientist Miguel x therapist reader Miguel gets put in a psych ward because he got caught experimenting on people and himself trying to turned them in to spider people. He’s been in the psych ward for five years and he needs to be cleared to go back in the world. That’s where the reader comes in to clear him only he manipulates her into thinking he is sane. During their session Miguel becomes obsessed with the reader and little does he know she is obsessed with him too. At night she touched herself to the thought of him. When Miguel get out he finds her. Make the sex nastyyy, hard and rough little choking wouldn’t hurt either. Please and thank you ! 😊 A/N: I really loved this idea and enjoyed writing Scientist Miguel so much. Might write him more lol, but thank you @migueloharacumslut for the idea. Also this is the first part and a second one will be following this one, hope you enjoy!

💉staring: Scientist!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Therapist Reader

      🩵preview:  “I imagine I must seem like a puzzle that’s meant to be solved by you, don’t I, dear?” He asked, his gaze never letting up and keeping its intensity. Due to his closeness, you almost missed his inquiry, but upon detecting it, it surprised you. Hastily, you shook your head, dismissing his ideology and rejecting his notion. “N-No, I wouldn’t exactly describe you in that way, Dr. O’Hara.” You swiftly replied. 

“You wouldn’t?” He asked, his voice low and slow. “So, how would you describe me, Doctor?” 

🔬summary:  As an evaluation therapist at Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing, you are assigned a new patient—one who is complex, captivating, and dangerously drawing you in more than you ever expected.

⚗️tw/cw (Just for this part): Big Dick Miguel, Bondage, Fingering, Masturbation, Psychopathy, Restraints, Sadism, Size Difference, Restraints

🔭Pet names: Cariño (Darling), Querida (Dear)

     🩵Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

 🥼Word Count: 7.7k 

**This fanfiction is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real-life individuals or events is purely coincidental. It does not intend to diagnose or represent any real mental health conditions. Thank you for understanding, and I hope you enjoy the story.**

Your eyes fluttered open, consciousness slowly returning. You felt a dull ache and soreness in your throat, accompanied by a pervasive feeling of weakness throughout your body. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights overhead and adjusting to the suffocating sterile scent of antiseptic, you noticed that you were lying on your back against a hard, cold surface.

With furrowed eyebrows, you attempted to sit up, only to be thwarted back by the metal restraints tightly bound around your wrists and ankles.

‘What the heck!?’ 

You thought, panic and fear beginning to grip you. Your eyes darted down to discover yourself clad only in your undergarments—a delicate white, laced satin set—leaving you exposed to the chilling breeze that consistently swept through the well-lit space.

You couldn't remember how you got here; your groggy mind unable to piece together the events that led to your presence upon the metal table. The faint hum of machinery echoed from far away, punctuated by distant murmurs that made your heart drop.

With dazed eyes, you looked around your surroundings to be met with the overbearing shade of a bright white that covered the walls of what looked to be a lab of some sorts. Countertops were lined with an array of perfectly arranged scientific instruments, machines, and beakers.

Shelves held neatly labeled containers, each housing an assortment of chemicals and biological specimens. Despite being well-lit, there were little to no windows present, intensifying the feeling of isolation within the controlled environment. 

The place seemed devoid of humanity, replaced by a location where experimentation and analysis were handled freely without compassion or warmth.

But one thing about the lab really stood out to you: two jars sitting upon the shelves—one full of bloody red eyes and the other with abnormally sharp canines.

The sight almost made you vomit, hastily turning to look away. Your heart and breath were picking up, fear clawing at your being. Although how morbid the otherworldly body parts were, they triggered something in your head.

The more you thought upon it, awareness seeped in like an unwelcome guest; slowly, you began to remember.

The mental facility...

Red eyes...

The flowers...

Sharp canines...

Black glasses...

His release...

Him.

The wine...

Then darkness...

The memories came rushing back so quickly that you weren’t able to keep up, until it all came back to...

Him...

A wave of regret and stupidity overwhelmed you. Never in your life had you felt so worthless.

You should have known...

You should have fucking known...

‘He wasn’t well. He wasn’t fine. You were wrong, so wrong-’

“Good… You are awake.”

The bone-chilling voice of your captor filled the room, sending a familiar chill down your back. With trembling lips, you turned your head to see the backside of a massive male entering the room. His coffee-brown locks styled neatly upon his head, a white lab coat adorning his huge build along with black dress pants and oxfords.

The scientist wore clean attire, perfect for working in the lab, but his outfit was beyond your concern. 

You knew who he was, but you didn’t want to believe it.

You gulped, watching him slap on a pair of white latex gloves upon his large, calloused palms before beginning to inspect the scientific tools that sat upon the nearby counter.

"And here I thought you would have been excited to see me again..." he said in a husky voice, responding to your silence—his Latino accent unmistakable, along with a hint of amusement found in his tone. You felt like an idiot for falling for him, for becoming so fascinated with a madman like him...

But you were still in denial.

You weren’t going to believe it was him until you saw his face...

“T-T-Turn around…” You said hoarsely, the pain in your throat distant underneath the layers of fear and anxiety coursing through your body. At your demand, the large scientist laughed. “Turn around?” He asked slowly, silence following his inquiry, making your body run cold.

Suddenly, he spun around, slamming his palms onto the metal table you laid upon. The abruptness and loud noise made you jump, and a gasp erupted from your lips. His eyes stared directly into yours, holding the same madness that you believed he had cured when you initially met him. But, like before, it wasn’t the insanity in his gaze that made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach...

It was his eyes... 

His teeth...

The scientist’s crimson eyes looked down at you, taking in your discolored skin and half-lidded eyes that were still under a drowsy spell. “I turned around now, are you happy?” He asked with a playful smirk. “Do you recognize me now, dear?” 

Your eyes widened, the look upon your face enough to show the mad scientist that you did, in fact, remember who he was— but you were too speechless to respond, causing the male to chuckle.

“Do I need to give you any more proof that it is I?”

His snickering seemed to reverberate off the walls of your mind as the fluorescent lights of his lab bounced off his razor sharp canines.

With trembling lips and dilated pupils, you looked over his face, your heart breaking more and more because…

It was, indeed, him...

The mad scientist... 

The sexy patient... 

Dr. Miguel O’Hara…

The man you fell for…

White, close-toed wedges clicked upon the mental facility's aged linoleum tiles, the floor's once-bright patterns now a faded, discolored mosaic covered with scuff marks and indistinct stains that revealed the struggles of all who shuffled through the dimly lit corridor. The mental facility, unintentionally, gave off an eerie atmosphere with walls clad in faded, peeling paint and ceilings with bright, flickering fluorescent lights that cast irregular shadows along the cold institutional floor, further giving anyone who traversed the halls the creeps.

You, a therapist meant to evaluate patients for release, were given a new challenge—a patient that held a sadistic background coupled with a remarkable intellect that made many wonders how he found himself inside 'Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing.'

Dr. Miguel O’Hara was your new patient's name, an intelligent scientist who became a little twisted after his discovery of gene splicing. In his pursuit of advancing the human race, he became obsessed with the idea and creation of spider-human hybrids. After many experimentations of creating what is referred to as mutates, he was unsuccessful. Before he could continue with his study, he was arrested and sentenced to seven years here at the institution where it seems he’d made progress.

Whilst you walked towards his cell, taking the seemingly endless halls of the asylum, you looked over his file. Inside were documents containing his personal information, such as full name, date of birth, emergency contact, and next of kin. In the brown folder were also his medical history, psychiatric assessment, diagnostic evaluations, and much more information collected during his time at the institution; however, there were four pieces of his folder that piqued your interest:

Observation logs, Treatment plan, Risk assessment, and lastly, incident reports.

You studied each of the documents to discover the important details that needed to be surveyed before seeing the scientist in person.

_____________________________________ 

Miguel O’Hara - Mental Health File

Patient Information:

Full name: Miguel O’Hara

Date of Birth: 10/13/2070

Appointed into: Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing

Admission Date: 11/10/2099

Emergency Contact: N/A

Next Of Kin: N/A

**The patient has explicitly communicated a desire for their next of kin not to be associated with their mental health treatment, and no detailed information about family members was recorded to respect the patient’s privacy.**

Diagnosis:

Primary Diagnosis: Psychopathy

Secondary Diagnosis: Antisocial Personality Disorder

Treatment Team:

Primary Therapist: Dr. Jessica Owens, Licensed Clinical Psychologist

Psychiatrist: Dr. Peter B. Parker, MD

Nursing Staff: Nurse Mary Jane Watson, RN

_____________________________________ 

Treatment Plan: 

Medications 

Fluoxetine (Prozac) 

Dosage: 20 mg daily

Purpose: Miguel O’Hara is prescribed Fluoxetine to address symptoms of irritability that derives from his disorder of Antisocial Personality. 

Lorazepam (Ativan)

Dosage: 0.5 mg as needed (PRN) for anxiety

Purpose: Miguel O’Hara is given Lorazepam on an as-needed basis to manage anxiety-related symptoms or impulsivity.

**Its used closely monitored due to the risk of misuse**

Lamotrigine (Lamictal) 

Dosage: Gradual titration starting at 25 mg, with adjustments based on response. 

Purpose: Miguel O’Hara’s treatment plan included Lamotrigine to help stabilize mood swings or emotional dysregulation. 

_____________________________________ 

Incident reports 

Date: 2/3/2100

Incident: Verbal altercation with another patient during group therapy 

Action Taken: Immediate de-escalation and one-on-one session with Dr. Peter B. Parker. 

Date: 6/21/2100

Incident: Refusal to take prescribed medication 

Action Taken: Nursing staff provided additional support and education 

Date: 10/3/2100

Incident: Refused to attend scheduled group therapy and became verbally aggressive towards staff members

Action Taken: Security staff was called to ensure the safety of other patients and staff. Miguel was later engaged in a one-on-one session to explore the reasons behind his resistance to group participation. 

Date: 1/4/2101

Incident: 2nd occurence of refusal to take prescribed medication 

Action Taken: Nursing staff provided additional support and education and therapeutic engagement by Dr. Jessica Owens to address any fears or misconceptions related to his prescribed medications. 

Date: 4/18/2101

Incident: Observed by Nurse Mary Jane Watson of the patient hoarding various items in his room, including non-permissible objects. 

Action taken: Staff conducted a room check, confiscated unauthorized items, and discussed appropriate belongings with Miguel. A follow-up session with his therapist, Dr. Jessica Owens was scheduled to explore any underlying concern. 

Date: 3/21/2102

Incident:  Engaged in a physical altercation with another patient during a recreational activity 

Action taken: Immediate intervention by staff to separate the individuals involved. Both parties were assessed for injuries, and a report was filed. Increased monitoring and a review of Miguel’s treatment plan were conducted to address potential triggers for aggressive behavior

_____________________________________

Risk Assessments: 

Current Risk level: Moderate 

Factors: History of aggression, resistance to treatment, potential for manipulative behavior 

Interventions: Increased monitoring, ongoing assessment for potential triggers 

_____________________________________

Observation Logs: 

Date/Time: 8/16/2102, 2:30 PM

Observation: Miguel exhibited signs of increased irritability during the group mindfulness session. Requested to leave the session prematurely. 

Staff comments: Noted Miguel’s discomfort during mindfulness exercises. Alternative relaxation techniques were explored for future sessions. 

Date/Time: 12/2/2103, 10:00 AM

Observation: Miguel was observed engaging in a one-on-one conversation with staff during morning indoor activities. Discussed personal interests and aspirations. 

Staff comments: Encouraged Miguel’s open communication. Noted his ability to articulate personal interest, fostering a sense of connection with staff. 

Date/Time: 2/15/2104, 6:45 PM 

Observations: Spends most of his time in the facility’s library, engrossed in reading.

Staff Comments: Positive use of leisure time observed. Reading contributed to a sense of routine and engagement. 

Date/Time: 6/23/2104, 8:30 PM 

Observations: Attended the evening group therapy, contributing to discussions on coping strategies. Demonstrated empathy towards a fellow patient sharing personal challenges.

Staff Comments: Noted Miguel’s willingness to engage in group discussions and support peers. Positive progress in developing empathy and interpersonal skills. 

**Miguel O’Hara has exhibited excellent improvement and staff believes he can be released in 2105, instead of 2107.**

_____________________________________

You closed his folder, taking a look at the photo that decorated the front. Like many patients at Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing (NYS-MH), Miguel O’Hara didn’t look like a dangerous individual; he was actually quite handsome—with dark, wavy locks that framed his olive, chiseled face and amber eyes shielded by a pair of black eyeglasses; Dr. O’Hara wasn’t a bad-looking guy.

To ponder upon the atrocities, he could have committed for the sake of science was baffling as you gazed at the photo. The more you inspected the image, the happier you became at the fact he was doing better - better enough to be released back into society.

It was why you were here, anyway…

You tucked the folder under your arm and continued your walk towards his room, passing steel doors that lined the corridor, each secured with heavy bolts and reinforced locks to keep the patients contained and prevent them from harming themselves or others. Occasionally, muffled echoes of distant cries and disjointed whispers seeped through the cracks, adding to the unsettling symphony of the troubled minds that dwelled within.

You've walked these halls many times, but there was something about today that really made your skin crawl. So, it was relieving when you finally found Miguel O’Hara’s room, number 209.

Two guards stood on either side of his door, present only for emergencies. With a deep breath and slight adjustments to the white top, black blazer, and bodycon skirt that covered you, you gave each of them a nod and unlocked his door with a key, entering Miguel’s room…

Upon stepping inside, you instantly took notice of the soft, muted tones of blues and greens dominating the color palette, bringing a sense of serenity to the room. The patient's sleeping area contained the normal necessities—a comfortable bed with crisp, clean linens and a modest seating area. The furniture was arranged in an open and uncluttered manner, with personal touches here and there by the patient himself or for safety precautions. 

For his adoration for reading and science, a small shelf was placed inside his room, displaying a few books and a potted plant, offering familiarity to the scientist.

Your eyes shifted to the large, muscular male who sat upon his bed, dressed in a white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and slip-on shoes. His massive backside faced you as it seemed he was engrossed in writing, his huge hand moving gracefully upon the page he was working on.

You cast a glance at the camera positioned in the corner of the ceiling in his room, placed there for monitoring and to ensure the patient, and others remain safe. After making sure the camera blinks red twice, showing its activity, you approach him with light steps.

"Miguel O’Hara?" you called out to him in a soft voice, not wishing to disrupt him. All of his movements came to a halt, his body rigid as his large hand placed the pen he was using into the open journal before slowly closing it. You watched him set the book down beside him on the bed, wondering if the handsome male you saw on the photo would be the same seated before you.

It seemed you were watching with batted breath for him to turn around and when he did, the sight of him shocked you and made your heart skip a beat.

You knew from his photo, the male would be gorgeous—so attractive that if he weren't your patient, you'd probably gush over him from afar. But it wasn't his attractiveness that made your breath hitch.

He looked completely different.

He looked…

Otherworldly.

With a cold expression, you stared back at a pair of crimson eyes covered with black eyeglasses, a small smile spreading across his tanned lips, revealing a set of sharp canines. “You must be the therapist that is to evaluate me. Right, Querida?” He inquired with a hum, his deep voice holding a Latino accent. 

You gulped at the intensity of his abnormal scarlet orbs, subconsciously clenching his brown folder in your hands and giving him a nod. “Y-Yes, I am,” you replied, stepping back to give the large male room to stand, and when he did…

He was like a giant…

The bed creaked at his ascent as his massive being towered over you, your head tilting up to maintain eye contact. Choking back how intimidated you were, you gestured over to the small seating area of two white cushioned chairs and a table in the corner of his room. “L-Let’s sit over here to talk,” you proposed, and for a moment, he just stood there, gazing down at you like a mere ant before his tight-lipped smile returned.

With an approving grunt, he stepped in front of you; with his powerful, long legs, it took him little to no time to reach the comfort area and settle down into the white chair, the seat creaking under his heavy weight. You followed behind him, moving to sit across from your new patient and shifting into a comfortable position.

When your eyes met the male's, his crimson eyes were already staring at you, lingering upon your body in a way that made you feel like a microbe under a telescope. You gave him a polite smile, shaking off the unsettling feeling that always rose within you when speaking with the patients. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Dr. Miguel O’Hara. My name is Dr. Y/LN, and as you’ve been informed, I am the therapist here to evaluate you for your release.” You explained sweetly, watching every part of the patient, who remained completely motionless, simply continuing to stare back at you with an expression devoid of all emotion.

“It’s nice to see a new face, doctor. It can get rather boring here,” he uttered, using his middle finger to push his black eyeglasses up the bridge of his broad nose.

You placed his folder down upon the table, turning it to not reveal his photo on the front; you've learned from past experiences that the sight tended to worry them. Bringing your legs to cross over each other, you clasped your hands, placing them on your lap. “Boring?” you asked with furrowed brows. “Why don’t we speak about your time here first, Dr. O’Hara? Is that okay with you?” The inquiry left your lips in a soothing tone, one that calmed most patients upon hearing it; but with this patient, you couldn’t quite tell—he hid his emotions too well.

“Well, maybe not boring…repetitive is a better word,” he corrected himself. “But, dear, I’m fine with speaking of my time here.” He replied with a smile, placing his hands upon the armrests and widening his stance. Your eyes drifted to run along his inviting toned thighs adorned by a pair of gray sweatpants that did little to conceal the curves of the muscles underneath. 

You also took notice of his posture; taking a mental note of openness from the patient before you asked your question, “Well then, may I ask how you are doing during morning activities? It's stated that you prefer Creative Arts Therapy in the mornings, correct?”

He nodded, his sharp canines peeking out from between his lips as he spoke. “Indeed, mostly during Creative Arts Therapy, I write,” he explained in a deep voice. “I’ve grown to learn that to better settle my thoughts is to put them on paper.”

“And that is an excellent form of therapy that you’ve discovered for yourself, Dr. O’Hara. May I ask, what exactly do you write?” You asked, trying to ignore the faint sight of madness in his crimson orbs. “I write down my thoughts, ideas, and aspirations,” he simply said. 

You hummed, giving him a smile. “How about future plans? Do you write about those?” At your question, he snickered, giving you a wry, dismissive head shake. “I…don’t write much on that,” he replied. “I’ll hate to get my hopes up,” he added in an amused, yet somewhat disheartened tone.

“Get your hopes up?” you inquired, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “May you elaborate, Dr. O’Hara?” The male nodded, his large fingers stroking the armrest of his chair in a deep caress. “I do not wish to anticipate that I will be released early,” his caresses of the chair never ceasing, and his eyes trained on his moving fingers.

You studied him, taking in his deflated voice and how he spoke in a slow manner. Your gaze shifted to take in the intricate motion his fingers moved upon the armrest as there were multiple reasons a patient would do such a thing.

He could be nervous, frustrated, impatient, or simply doing it to comfort himself. Recalling his mannerisms from previously, you could cross out your thought of him being nervous; the way the scientist carried himself was in a way of confidence that couldn’t be faked, so it left you with the last three—frustration, impatience, or comfort.

Without further observation, you couldn’t pinpoint his reasoning for his odd gesture, instead giving him a soft grin and replying to his previous words of anticipation. “I understand your concerns about getting your hopes up, especially considering that you were rewarded with an early release date based on your wonderful behavior as of late,” you sympathized, “So it’s completely normal to feel cautious about expectations,” you said, taking in the abnormally muscular male before you. 

“But let’s explore these feelings, shall we? Let’s say you are released in the next two weeks; what would your life look like, Dr. O’Hara?” you asked, deeply intrigued by his answer.

A moment of silence filled the room after your inquiry, the doctor continuing to make intricate patterns upon the armrest with his finger before his red eyes returned back to you. A nervous chuckle rumbled from his chest—the sound restoring life back into the room. “Ahh, I always get stumped on that question. It's another reason I haven’t written much about it in my journal.”

You nodded, placing your hands upon your legs. “Well, let’s start small,” you proposed with a grin. “You seem to have taken a liking to the hobby of writing while staying here at NYS-MH. Would you like to expand on that?” Miguel gave you a thoughtful hum, his pointer finger continuing to glide against the armrest of his chair. 

“I’ve…always wanted to write a book.” Your eyes snapped from his fingers to rest upon his chiseled face, surprise and amazement present upon your facial features at his desire. “Oh really? And what would that book be about?”

“Genetics, of course.” He chuckled, the mention of his past interest that caused his descent into madness making your heart skip a beat. Your eyes narrowed, the amazement fading from your being. You leaned back into your chair, keeping your composure.

“Are you still interested in Genetics, Dr. O’Hara?” Your inquiry being met with a nod from the patient, one that he didn’t hesitate on responding with. “I’ve worked in the field for almost my entire life and I’m exceptionally good at it.” He explained with a voice of knowledge in a low, deep whisper. “So why would I abandon my hard-earned skills and education?” 

His reasoning on his maintained attachment to the field was an excellent one, but like many things, it could be a trigger; causing the once cured doctor to revert back to his old ways of sadism and horrendous acts for the sake of science. This potential trigger would not only bring harm to everyone once more but erase the hard work that Miguel had achieved at the mental institution to fix. 

You cleared your throat before speaking. “I…understand your desire to write a book about Genetics. It’s an intriguing subject.” You said, preparing yourself to ask a question that would surely strike the doctor. “But considering the circumstance of your past experiments and the impact they had, how do you plan to approach the topic responsibly?” You asked, watching his reaction closely in anticipation. 

After your question it seemed as if everything stopped—froze even… 

You gazed at Miguel taking in his tanned face that stared back at you. His crimson eyes were empty behind his black frames and his posture was completely still in his seat. 

You’ll think he was a statue…

“Dr. O’Hara?” You called out to him which seemed to snap him from his thoughts. His red eyes slowly shifted to you, his tanned lips pulling into a small smile. 

“Responsibility, my dear therapist, is such a heavy word…” He said with a smirk. “But I wish to ask, what compelled you to work with the mental? It’s a challenging profession for those with weaker minds.” Miguel said, casting an odd aura upon the room with his every word. “I should know…many say they are for the discovery of science and when the time presents itself, they get cold feet.” He stated, his finger ceasing its movement upon the armrest. 

It wasn't unusual for a patient to desire to ask you a question, but the way he gazed at you with his intense eyes and how his gravelly voice caused a shiver to run down your spine made you hesitant, which the patient seemed to have noticed. “I only ask since you handle your job so beautifully.” He complimented, his eyes taking in your seated position. “I only wish to know what led you here before me.” The words left the patient’s lips in an ominous manner, however, upon saying such a thing his olive face held a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

His fanged grin, oddly, sent a wave of warmth through your being and caused you to forget your reply to his question. You shifted in your seat, trying to keep your composure and recall your departed answer. “W-well, I…umm… entered this field by the simple fact of being interested in psychology a-and the way the mind works.” You replied once you found the words, unable to hide the stammering of your voice due to how unnerving everything was becoming. Miguel nodded slowly, running his tongue along the tip of his fang, the action drawing your attention. 

“Your interest in the subject of the mind is rather…fascinating.” Abruptly, he leaned up in his seat, resting his elbows upon his knees and invading your personal space. Your heart skipped a beat at his suddenness and at being able to see just how abnormal and captivating his scarlet eyes and sharp fangs were; it caused goosebumps to rise upon your skin at the mere sight. 

“I imagine I must seem like a puzzle that’s meant to be solved by you, don’t I, dear?” He asked, his gaze never letting up and keeping its intensity. Due to his closeness, you almost missed his inquiry, but upon detecting it, it surprised you. Hastily, you shook your head, dismissing his ideology and rejecting his notion. “N-No, I wouldn’t exactly describe you in that way, Dr. O’Hara.” You swiftly replied. 

“You wouldn’t?” He asked, his voice low and slow. “So, how would you describe me, Doctor?” He grinned, the fluorescent lights of his room bouncing off his sharp fangs as his eyes were filled with a hint of amusement, though it was impossible to ignore how it seemed he was toying with you. 

“I…see individuals, like you, as people who have become lost in the darkness and just need assistance in finding the light once more.” You stated, his eyebrow raising and a chuckle escaping him at your answer. “A bold claim…” He said, his eyes tracing your figure and lingering upon how tightly you were now grasping your skirt.  

“For a little thing like you…” 

Miguel muttered imperceptibly that you almost didn't hear him. “E-Excuse me?” You asked in shock and with furrowed eyebrows causing the patient to snicker, shaking his head. “Just that your view is a unique way of thinking and a…intriguing one, in fact.” He said, leaning back in his chair and adopting a relaxed position once more. 

“It’s really fascinating how intellectual you are, doctor.” He grinned. “Few possess the ability to navigate the labyrinth of thoughts of the mental. I applaud you on that.” Miguel praised, returning back to running his palm along the white armrest whilst giving you his undivided attention. 

In your gut, you knew his recalling of the statement said previously was false, you were certain he said something that was out of the norm. 

But could you have mistaken? 

You took in his face, taking note of how he gazed at you. The scientist was attractive, and normally during your job you were able to ignore that appealing quality and complete the task at hand, but right now, it seems impossible. 

The way his red eyes ran along your body like he was undressing you, made you blush. You couldn’t explain it, but you were stuck between your desires and your sense of reason. 

You were aware of Miguel’s sadistic mannerisms and how there could be a chance he wasn’t fully well as he lets on, it was why you were here, but the longer you spoke with him, the more the task at hand was leaving you. 

However, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease he gave you at times. 

“M-May I ask how have you been feeling lately? Any changes?” You asked, changing the topic and settling your eyes upon Miguel once more to see him smirking. “It’s all been the same, doctor.” He began. “We have group therapies on Wednesday, daily morning activities and indoor activities…” He said, wetting his lips with the swipe of his tongue, the sight causing the tips of your ears to burn red. 

Sometime while he was speaking, you shamefully zoned out to taking in how sexy he looked. 

His white shirt tightly hugged his body, giving one a view of his hardened nipples, defined pecs, and washboard abs. Every curve of muscle was accentuated under the white fabric that teased anyone who saw. The muscles of his legs pressed against his gray sweatpants, and your eyes widened slightly at being able to make out the enormity that rested against his thigh.  The sight causing you to bite your lip…

“Querida?” 

The sexy patient called out to you, snapping you from your trance. “Y-Yes!?” You inquired, clearing your throat and taking a more assertive and relaxed position to try and dismiss your previous lack of professionalism. Miguel snickered. “It seemed you were off somewhere else…and here I thought that was my job.” He joked, causing you to chuckle nervously. 

“M-My apologies. You may continue.” You replied, wishing to proceed as if none of that happened. Miguel smirked, his crimson eyes roaming along your body before his finger began to tap upon the armrest.

“In my leisure, I write in my journal, read, or tend to my plant.” He finished, keeping it short and gesturing to the bookshelf in the room that held a pot of beautiful flowers. You smiled seeing how the black flowers bloomed upon the shelf. 

“May I ask, what is it that you write in your journal?” You asked, looking back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed. “It wouldn’t be ethical if I asked what you write in your diary, would it, doctor?” He inquired, causing you to instantly become regretful of your words. You casted him an apologetic look. “M-My apologies, I didn’t mean to intrude.” 

“No…it’s fine. Your fascination is interesting…” He trailed off, a tap of his finger following your words. You glanced back over at his plant once more, the flower really captivating you. “The plant is family to the Calla Lilies.” Miguel answered before you could even ask, looking over at you as you continued to inspect the plant from your seat. “Hmm…I’ve never seen a plant like this.” 

“Because this plant, in particular, is very rare.” He explained. “Native to South Africa, Escape, is a very rare find.” Miguel said with a fanged grin. “It’s why I made it mandatory that it was brought with me when I was assigned at NYS-MH.” 

You stared in awe at the abnormally black flower. This was your first time seeing a plant of pitch blackness that hadn’t already withered away, but Miguel’s next words grabbed your attention. 

“But one day while tending to my flowers, I hit an…epiphany of sorts.”  Miguel told you, causing you to cock your head in puzzlement. 

His words intrigued you…

“May I ask what epiphany you reached, Dr. O’Hara?” At your question, Miguel gave you a look of appreciation and sincerity. “I understand that upon my arrival, I wasn’t…in the best state of mind.” He said with a sigh. “But after being here, I feel like I’m ready.” 

“Ready for what?” You asked, bringing a small smile to his lips. “I…believe I’m ready to see the world again.” He answered, giving you a genuine look of certainty. 

His realization filled you with gratification. You reached for his brown folder, believing he had, indeed, improved. The first major step for the patient was seeing that they were initially unwell, which the patient had achieved. 

“I’m greatly pleased with your recognition of this epiphany of yours, Dr. O’Hara.” You said, holding his folder in your hands. “But I believe you are ready to answer some more serious questions.” You said, glancing up at him. “Are you ready?” You asked, seeking permission of his state of mind before proceeding. 

With a nod from Miguel, you opened his folder, pulling out a few of his documents to begin asking more serious questions regarding them. “I’ve noticed in your next of kin that you asked for them to not be aware of your mental treatment.” You began, looking up at Miguel to see him already gazing back at you, his crimson orbs trained on you. The sight made your heart flutter. “M-May I ask how you would cope on the outside without your familial relations knowing of t-the treatments and necessary tools you've learned whilst being here?” At your inquiry, Miguel’s face hardened, his crimson eyes darkening.

“Well, you see, my dear therapist, family can be a bit…overwhelming.” He uttered, tapping his finger against the armrest once more like a metronome; his eye contact never breaking. “I’ve decided to take a more independent route for now.” He explained in a deep, slow voice. “But friends, colleagues—people who don't burden me with unnecessary questions about the past are who I seek.” He said, his voice holding a hint of coldness as his jaw clenched. 

“Because, it’s important to focus on the present and the future, rather than the past, don’t you think…

Doctor?” 

You gulped, his words seeming to have you in a vice. It was as if he had some kind of control over you, all of the rules and regulations you learned whilst being an evaluation therapist at NYS-MH faded from your mind. You couldn’t figure out what you found so enticing about him. 

Was it the way he looked or behaved? How he seemed to speak with such intellect in a tone of voice that could lull one to sleep?   

You were puzzled…

But you were certain something was happening, and it was greatly affecting you and your ability to think clearly. 

You hesitantly nodded, clenching his folder and feeling your cheeks redden once again.  “T-That is correct.” You agreed, not believing what you were saying. “I would understand your desire to look past your previous mistakes and move forward.” You uttered, trying to keep your attention on the patient. 

“Indeed…Mistakes.” He smirked, a small chuckle passing his lips, his finger seeming to tap against the armchair after your words. Your eyes looked from his hand and to his face, studying how his coffee-brown locks blowned gently in the breeze from the vent overhead, and to his defined cheekbones and broad nose that made him even more captivating… 

 “Have any more questions for me, doctor?” 

You jumped at his inqury, noticing you were just staring at him. 

What the hell was wrong with you?!

A little disheveled, you fumbled through the folder for the next pages of information you sought, picking up his documents on his treatment plan of medications and his incident reports. “Umm…I-I wanted to ask about your medications.” You began, wetting your lips and holding the papers up to hide behind them. “T-There were two occurrences where you refused to take your medication. M-may I ask why you refused?” You asked, peeking around the paper to see the patient adjust his black eyeglasses upon his face along with the repeated thudding of his finger upon the chair. 

“I must ask, how would you feel if someone took away your identity?” 

“W-what?!” You asked in surprise, lowering the pages hastily. A laugh rumbled from his broad chest, giving you a clear view of his otherworldly fangs that made the pit of your stomach twist into knots. “You heard me, doctor.” He stated in a manner that was to be amusing but only made one disturbed. 

“What if someone was trying to force you to be someone else? Someone you are not?” He asked, causing you to chew your inner cheek and ponder his question. “I…I guess I wouldn’t like that.” 

“Indeed…” He replied. “Any creature would despise the fact of forced transformation of oneself. It’s the reason you cannot simply change a savage tiger to being a tamed kitten in your home.” The dark-haired male explained. “It’s because a tiger would always cling to its savage ways, it's what keeps them alive—it’s what they enjoy.”  

“That’s…a great analogy, Dr. O’Hara.” 

“Why thank you, dear.” Miguel replied with a smirk before his old expression shifted to hold furrowed eyebrows and a frown—a set of facial features that instantly tugged at your heart. “But…the true reason I refused my medication was because…” He heaved a deep sigh, biting his lip. “The depressants make me sleepy and tired all the time, and…the idea of having to depend on medicine to stabilize my irritability and emotions is rather disheartening to me.” He said in a sorrowful voice. “I refused them because I believe I can be better without them.” 

You listened closely to his words, taking note of his concerns and feeling rather empathetic. “In all honesty, how would you explain your current mental health condition?” You asked, placing your compassionate eyes upon him. 

He gave you a heartfelt smile, one that made your heart soar. “Like I said previously, I feel better, Doctor.” Miguel said in genuinely. “I’ve seen the errors in my ways and am deeply disgusted by what I’ve done to innocent individuals…t-too myself.” He said, looking away at the ground in shame. 

“I wish to return back into society and start anew.” He replied. “Be the man that I’ve wanted to be—not some madman who allowed his idea to get too out of hand that led to the deaths of innocence.” Miguel professed to you with an emotional and hearty voice. 

You nodded slowly as you noticed his scarlet eyes flicker down to your hands that held the brown folder. “Doctor…

May I?” 

Dr. O’Hara asked, extending his large, calloused hand to you, seeking your palm. Your eyes widened, thickly gulping and looking back up to meet his red orbs that seemed to suck you in—enticing you to take it. 

Physical connection with patients were strictly forbidden, but the sadden look of desperation upon his face led you to take his hand. You placed the brown folder upon the table before resting your hand in his large palm, and instantly yours looked to have shrunken in size. With a fluttering heart and belly, you met his eyes and instantly melted under his crimson eyes. 

“Please, Cariño. I assure you, I’ll be on my best behavior.”  

The patient affirmed, giving your hand an affectionate squeeze, following his heartfelt promise. Your breath caught in your throat at his genuine gaze and words. 

From his evaluation, you couldn’t help but agree that he was ready…

He didn’t utter a word of sadism or show signs of insanity, revealing his first diagnosis of Psychopathy was treated or can be suppressed. He exhibited signs of sympathy for his victims, and also didn’t become angry at triggering questions, displaying that his second diagnosis of antisocial personality disorder was also cured or treated. 

Like he said…

Dr. Miguel O’Hara was ready. 

You gave him a small smile, placing your free hand atop of his as Miguel’s eyes shifted down to your kind gesture and back onto your face. “Okay…I believe you.” You said, caressing his knuckles with your thumb. “I’ll be sure to send in your evaluation report that you are good to go.” You told him, but as an evaluation therapist you weren’t supposed to say, but you couldn’t stop the words from spilling from your mouth. 

Giving him a departed smile, you released his hands and collected your things. His touch still burned into your skin and left you yearning for more of him. 

You felt his abnormal eyes on you as you went to the door. Suddenly, upon putting your hand on the doorknob, a cold shiver ran down your back—one that instantly made you come to a halt. Your eyebrows furrowed at the unsettling sensation, causing you to bite your lip in nervousness.

“And Miguel…” You called out to him, using his name and looking over your shoulder at the dark-haired male. His tanned, chiseled face held an expression of hidden joy and interest as he turned towards you, his attention captured by your call whilst he remained seated in his chair

You clenched the folder tightly, hastily shifting your gaze to meet his scarlet eyes—the previous feeling of discomfort and unease vanishing.

“I-I hope you keep your word.” You said in a voice full of reverence. Miguel returned your words with a reassuring smirk, his sharp canines poking from over his bottom lip. 

“You have my word, Doctor.  I’ll be on my best behavior.” 

After turning in Dr. Miguel O'Hara’s evaluation report and going home, the scientist was still on your mind.

The way the doctor looked at you with his beautiful red eyes from behind his black spectacles, with a gaze of interest, to the fanged smiles and smirks he gave you—merely thinking about it made your cheeks redden.

You bit your lip, feeling a need to cure this desire for him, but you decided to push it away. You couldn’t feel this way about him…

You couldn’t…

…

..

But you did…

Extremely…

You lay under the blankets of your bed, tossing and turning as every time you closed your eyes to sleep, he would fill your mind. 

Especially the glimpse you got of his package. 

How his massive member was accentuated underneath the gray fabric of his sweatpants, revealing how thick and long he was. 

The remembrance made you drool… 

It had been forever since you’d touched yourself. Being a therapist at a mental facility was a rather time-consuming job, and you weren’t really interested in the many men who tried to get your attention.

Until him… 

Why did it have to be him of all people? 

It was a guilty pleasure, that was for sure—to have fallen so hard for this doctor, your patient who had many wounds that still needed healing.

But oddly, his wounds only pulled you in even more…

You bit your lip, allowing your hands to begin roaming along your body, imagining they were his calloused ones—remembering how his large hands practically engulfed yours when holding his hand, and how rough they felt.

Oh, how good it would feel if they were the ones touching you. 

Giving your clothed breasts a squeeze through your shirt, you moaned softly. Despite his past of being sadistic and cruel to others, you imagined him being gentle with you—caressing your body and touching you in a way that stole your breath every time. You arched your back as your thumb barely flicked over your pebbled nipples, drawing a whimper from your lips.

Your panties were heavily drenched in your juices due to your core's insistent pleas for stimulation and touch. Finally satisfying yourself, with a sharp tug, you pulled your panties down, freeing your pulsating pussy. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, hastily getting into a comfortable position on your back and allowing your legs to fall apart. With closed eyes, you allowed thoughts of Dr. O'Hara to guide your movements. 

His massive hand ran along your abdomen, teasing you with his skilled fingertips and trailing lower. A gasp escaped your lips as your fingers brushed softly along your throbbing bud and soppy folds, spreading your juices along the sensitive area.

You imagined Dr. O'Hara above you, his red eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he smirked down at you, pressing his large middle finger into your entrance. You moaned, feeling his finger filling your tight walls. 

Whimpers escaped your lips at how good his finger felt inside of you, your back arching in desire for more of him. His smirk broadened at your eagerness, as he slowly drew his finger out to the tip before pushing back in, quickly finding a rhythm and keeping at it with each thrust.

Your toes curled, burying your face in your inner elbow as you continued to finger your wet pussy, wishing Dr. O'Hara was here, but imagining would have to do. It wasnt long before a heat began to pool in your lower belly, your breathing picking up. 

"Taking my fingers so well, dear," Dr. O'Hara whispered into your ear, gently nipping along your lobe and throat, his fangs grazing your skin. You whined into your arm, his fingers picking up speed and hooking just right inside your pussy, bringing you to your blissful end. 

With a loud cry, your thighs trembled horribly as your juices spilled in hot spurts, soaking your hand and the sheets underneath. 

Your eyes fluttered close, trying to overcome the buzz that overwhelmed your body after your release. It took a moment, but when you caught your breath and your vision settled, you withdrew your fingers from your pussy, casting your eyes upon them to see that they, not Dr. O'Hara's, were covered in your juices. You exhaled in disappointment. 

Despite how good it felt imagining it was him, you couldn't help wanting Dr. O'Hara in the physical…

"I imagine I must seem like a puzzle that’s meant to be solved by you, don’t I, dear?" 

As you lay there, still tinglinh from your pleasurable moment, his words filled your head, leaving you to ponder his question once more. 

Did you believe him to be a puzzle that only you could solve? In the moment, you said no, but deep down, you wanted nothing more than to thoroughly fix him.

Like many patients upon being released, they still faced numerous challenges, including reentering society, finding a job, and avoiding triggers, after departing from NYS-MH.

He was going to need help, and with all your heart, you wanted to be there for him. 

And you were going to. 

No matter what…

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first part of 'Tangled in his Webs.' 😆I really enjoyed writing Miguel in this persona as it was different and honestly fun, especially with him being a darker character. It was rather new for me writing in this manner, despite some challenges here and there, I'm overall proud of the outcome and I hope you are too!

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four eyes (more to love underneath the frames) : prologue

nerd!miguel o’hara is the talk of the town and i wanna put my own spin on it :D sooo expect a little bit of everything hehe :DDD - HAHA AS I WAS WRITING THIS I REALISED I GOT TOO INVESTED SETTING THE SCENE SO I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES! i’ll just say this is a prologue hooray

IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SERIES PLS INTERACT!!! FEEL FREE TO ASK TOO TO SHARE YOUR MIGGY THOUGHTS AND I WILL HAPPILY INDULGE US BOTH :3

a distinct pair of black, rectangular glasses were adjusted by miguel’s middle finger before it glided across the pages of notes he wrote from the lecture for his genetics class. a class that you both happen to share, but neither of you knew that yet.

miguel o’hara - a man so deep in his books that he might as well be the dean of the dean’s list - payed no heed to anyone or anything that could hinder his focus. the furrowing of brows indicated further analysis rather than the annoyance towards second year business majors. no, he wasn’t the annoying, stuck-up person who would ask more questions than give answers. he thinks they’re wasting their time anyway. he was always the last person to leave the lecture theatre. miguel would be huddled by the professor, covering the whiteboard with punnett squares or outlining control variables for the next lab.

he was only person in your genetics class that had a real chance of passing the course, the scowls of your peers and your friends could attest to that.

you wouldn’t say you were on the same boat as everyone though, your friends were always nagging you to help them but you couldn’t even figure out how you understood some of the content. this specific course was an integral part of your degree and the best chance of impressing the school, you had to give it your all.

you would be lying if genetic sequences and chromosomes weren’t the only things you had memorised. you loved the hue of brown locks that would shine from the tall windows of the theatre, the curls which your eyes would follow forever if he happened to sit in front of you. the pout of his lips as he’d scratch his hair in response to a lab practical that didn’t make sense, only for him to make sense of it hours later.

his eyes were red. it was his most defining feature, and a key factor to why - to your advantage, if you really think about it - people steer clear of o’hara. as much as it increases your chances of befriending him, let alone being with him, your classmates and other students weren’t so quiet about their dislike for the irish-mexican spectacle.

he’s so quiet. too quiet.

he looks like a freak! look at his eyes, bro. what is he some fucking vampire or something?

no wonder he’s on the dean’s list because he isn’t on anyone else’s for sure.

god he’s just so…

weird.

miguel was extremely fit, which was what confused a lot of people when they found out he wasn’t a copy-paste jock that still thinks they’re in highschool like most men of his stature were. his build put them to shame regardless. after being bombarded by women and men of every cohort - only for miguel to ignore them or coldly decline - word spread like wildfire and soon enough people were disappointed that the former heart-throb of first and second year turned out to be a major loser. some people would go out of their way to show how much they don’t like him, and these are people miguel’s never even spoken to. they would “crash” into him walking across campus, try and trip him over and even go as far as sitting on the other side of the room if it wasn’t so clear already.

but he didn’t mind. he was always at the library, the lab or the cafeteria closest to the lab anyway. it bothered you to see him alone and quiet unless he had a question or an answer, you genuinely wanted to be friends with him.

but as the story goes, it’s always these type of men that have a part of themselves they keep under wraps. you just know that there’s more to his brooding and stoic nature, the carnelian shades of his eyes lured you closer as opposed to keeping you away.

you decided to do honours for two reasons: a better resume and the fact that miguel unsurprisingly decided to do it too. you had a thesis in your head and you had all year to test it out.

miguel o’hara was more than just some nerd and you were gonna need more than glasses to prove it.

🩷 — PART ONE!

[eobarried]

ok let’s talk about miguel o’hara because it needs to be done. i want to clarify that this is not a hate post or anti-miguel in any sense, but it is a critical analysis of his character and role in the spiderverse. if you don’t feel like you can read this right now, i suggest you like it/save it for later and read it when you feel like you can with an open mind

especially for anyone who’s a miguel enjoyer (i consider myself one as well) because if you really love his character, it’s important to understand why his character was created and what a great narrative tool it is! anyway-

miguel o’hara is, allegorically, a bigot. 

now - let’s unpack and clarify that. miguel is allegorically a bigot - his character is used to represent a certain, specific type of bigotry we see in real life. notice how i’m saying “bigot” and not “racist” - because despite the memes, i don’t think miguel’s hatred of miles is rooted in antiblackness. i think it’s rooted in something a little more complicated, which is why i’m using the term bigotry. but this can be a little confusing, so let’s start from the beginning. or, at least, the most important part.

the canon.

i want you to really think about the word used here - canon. hearing that word should break the fourth wall for you, just like hearing “he’s got hammerspace!” should have earlier in the movie - or discussions different characters have surrounding their distinct art styles. it’s meant to break the fourth wall and draw attention to itself. specifically, the use of the word canon here is meant for us to take a step back from the in-universe events (treating the characters as “real” people and looking at events logically) and instead think of the spiderman story and mythos.

spiderman, as a story, has been told over and over again. we, as an audience, are deeply familiar with this story, as we’ve seen it as a live-action blockbuster in no less than three separate franchises. that’s not even mentioning all the cartoon adaptations, and of course the comic runs. adhering to a specific formula surrounding the story makes sense. when someone walks into a spiderman movie, they have certain... expectations. that no matter what version of spiderman this is, that they follow certain story beats and adhere to certain rules as they follow along in their journey. miguel, when explaining this to miles, focuses on said story beats (which i’ll get to in a second), but there’s something that’s way more important than specific plot points that we need to address here.

and that’s theme. 

theme (if you’re not an english literature person), is basically something you take away from the story. it’s usually a moral, idea, or concept that can be applied to the world around you, and helps you learn more about yourself, society, culture, or history. all stories have themes - usually they have multiple. so let’s get into it.

the original spiderman comic was notable in several ways. the thing that made spiderman so popular and successful is that he was the first (notable) teenage superhero that wasn’t a part of a greater team. spiderman wasn’t a sidekick that was written in to appeal to an audience of children. he was a teenager himself - but he was no less competent or strong than the (mostly adult) villains he fought. 

and not only was spiderman a kid - he was the kid. he was a nerd. he was an older white teen, yes - but he represented the type of person who would go out and buy a comic book more than any other hero at the time. before he became spiderman, peter parker was just kind of a geek. at the time (the 60s) this still identified him as an outcast. peter was socially awkward, not good with girls, he didn’t have many friends, and he was bullied consistently. the only thing he was good at was science, basically. we can connect peter’s original portrayal to many legitimately marginalized groups - specifically those that might be autistic and impacted by ableism. to those kids reading that comic, they saw a hero that represented them.

and how does peter represent them? what does spiderman teach these children by reading these comics? the original spiderman is the story of a man who, by chance, was granted the opportunity for greatness - to become an integral part of his community. spiderman uses his skills (both those granted to him by the spider, but also those that he inherently has, such as his skills with science and engineering), in order to prove his worth and merit. it’s lonely, the road he has to walk - he can’t tell his friends and family who he is, lest they become victims like uncle ben - or lest they betray him. he can only rely on himself and his own knowledge in order to protect his community. the themes we draw from spiderman are this: luck can strike at any time, but you need to use your own strength and intelligence to pull yourself up afterwards, no matter how hard things get. no matter how many people you lose.

that’s what miguel believes spiderman is about. this original spiderman story is that of the american dream. of a youth who is ostracized by society (for whatever reason), but is still able to use their own merit to overcome the obstacles placed in front of them and the grief and pain they face on their path to greatness. it’s a hard and lonely path, but miguel values anyone who has the bravery to face it.

so why does he hate miles?

because he didn’t do it alone. because miles doesn’t believe in the traditional american dream.

if you want to read more about that, check out my analysis comparing spider-society and visions academy over here (it’s not as in-depth as i would like it to be, but it gets the job done) but basically: miles believes that every person deserves greatness. he states it very clearly when talking to his dad about how he won the lottery to go to visions: he just got lucky. he feels as if he took an opportunity away from someone else. why is it just given to him, when anyone else at brooklyn middle is just as deserving of an amazing education? when these resources should be put to use to uplift his whole community, not just miles alone?

miles brings that same energy as a spider-person. he’s not just an anomaly because his spider was from a different dimension. he’s an anomaly because he had a mentor. not only a mentor - he had a whole clan of spider-people there for him. while peter b parker and the crew weren’t always very good allies for miles, they still wanted him to succeed. each spider-person was an outcast - not in the same way as miles, but they were eager to describe what miles needed to master in order to keep himself safe as a crime-fighter. although they weren’t always supportive, it wasn’t because they were “gatekeeping” - it’s because they were worried miles might hurt himself. to them, he hadn’t put in the work on his own, and because he hadn’t proven himself as a spider-person in isolation, they thought there was no way he could be successful as a spider-person during a very high-risk mission.

however, miles proves them wrong. it’s true that miles has to pull upon his own inner strength, but he also pulls on wisdom from those that mentored him - his father, his uncle aaron, peter parker, and peter b parker. as well as love and support from his community. miles became spiderman - but not in isolation. he had help, and support, and love - always - that helped him succeed.

because spiderman - in all universes - represents success in america. in the original comics, spiderman is able to overcome his status as an outcast in order to help his city. he now has great power - a potential allegory related to wealth and social or political status. he uses that power in order to protect the community he loves (nyc) as they can’t all protect themselves.

now let’s bring it back. miguel. right.

miguel has already made his mark as a spiderman. although we know he broke canon, it wasn’t related to him becoming spiderman. we can assume that miguel still went through serious struggle and trauma to get to where he’s at. and now, through thematic analysis, we know that becoming spiderman represents success in america.

so, miguel’s dislike of miles, thematically, connects to how older generations may believe that younger generations “have it too easy” or “don’t put in the same effort.” it’s the (mainly capitalistic) ideal that in order to succeed, it has to be in isolation, without outside help. we can infer that miguel is not only upset that miles didn’t do things “canonically” - but that he is afforded success that miguel doesn’t think he deserves. miguel believes that in order to succeed in america, one needs to do it on their own, and suffer in order to succeed. no “hand-outs,” no support, no community outreach. it’s a very rigid capitalistic standard - which is why i called it “bigoted.” miguel is still a marginalized figure - and it’s important that miguel is the one stating the viewpoint, not a white spiderman. because this isn’t a white vs black storyline. miguel’s dislike of miles is specifically a sort of generational, inter-community bigotry.

for someone who hasn’t experienced it - think of it like hazing. you join a new sports team. the senior players say “you carry the equipment out and clean everything after the game.” you ask “why? can’t we all just do it together? aren’t we supposed to be a team?” and they say “no. you’re the new guys. hard work builds character. deal with it.”

alright. so we took a look at canon through a meta-story lens. now let’s pull it back even further.

so, miguel’s ideology. he adheres firmly to canon, a series of events that cannot (or, should not), change. if we apply that to our lives, that sounds a lot like predestination. destiny. fate. let’s call it predestination for now - you’ll see why in a minute.

now, a belief in predestination makes sense. it can bring a lot of people comfort, thinking that horrible events are out of their hands, and often times it can be harmless to believe in predestination in these instances. for example: someone who blames themselves for not being able to say goodbye to a loved one who died suddenly. if this person believes in predestination, it might ease some of their pain and guilt to know that there was nothing they could do - that it was the will of some higher power that their loved one is gone, and that there was nothing they could do to prevent it. some individuals might find comfort in knowing that they are not to blame for the work of the universe.

however, predestination can also be malicious. thinking that things are the will of the universe, or the will of god... that’s been used for some pretty fucked up stuff in the past. in a more moderate (and topical) example - royalty. many kings used the concept of predestination to explain why they deserved the crown. their bloodline was chosen by god himself - that’s why they’re powerful (compare to spider-people and their success. if they are also predestined for their spider-bite, doesn’t that make them akin to monarchs?)

in more nefarious examples, predestination can be used to subjugate and oppress others. predestination was used in ancient indian society in order to justify the caste system - utilizing the hindu concept of karma to justify why certain members of society were mistreated and oppressed. in a more american sense, predestination was often used as a way to justify both slavery and segregation. originally, slavers tried to justify that god wanted black individuals to serve as slaves because it was his will. later, when divine intervention fell out of fashion, they attempted to use eugenics to justify that black individuals were simply born inferior - that it was just science, and that there was nothing they could do about it.

that’s the other reason it’s called canon. the original usage of the word was to refer to the books of the bible that the church recognized as legitimate. it ties back to faith and religion. 

now, religion, faith, and even the belief in fate itself - are not inherently bad. miguel’s belief in predestination doesn’t make him a bad or bigoted person inherently. however, the way he forces other to believe and adhere to it is. it’s very likely that miguel became so attached to the canon in order to justify why his wife and daughter died - in order to remove his own accountability for their passing and instead place the blame on some higher power. this belief snowballed out of control, however - and now influences his jealousy and distaste for miles and his way of life.

because forcing a canon - a story - on miles, is wrong. when miguel tells miles that his father must die, that he has to adhere to canon - that’s a horrible thing to say to a young black boy. to tell him that in order to be successful as a marginalized individual (to be spiderman) that he has to lose the last black male role model he has? it’s heinous! it’s akin to telling miles that in order to succeed, he has to cut ties with part of his culture. which does happen to young marginalized people in america. they are told that in order to be successful, they have to leave their culture, community, and support system behind.

it’s especially sinister when looking at it from the point of view of storytelling. when looking at it from that angle, miguel is basically telling miles that in order for his story - the story of a young black boy - to be profitable, he has to go through even more trauma and loss. it’s similar to what his guidance counselor mentions when discussing how miles should write his college entrance essay - that he should lie, and emphasize that he struggles while growing up, and that his support system was unstable. it’s the traditional story of a struggling black boy - which i discuss more here when talking about earth 42 miles and his inclusion in the spiderverse.

miguel’s bigotry is centrally tried to his idea of what american society expects of marginalized individuals who were able to achieve their dreams despite it all. a story of pain and struggle. one where they were able to - only through their own strength and intelligence, and maybe with a little bit of luck - pull themselves up, and quietly work towards their own success.

miguel’s belief in the american dream and predestination not only influences his treatment of miles, but also his creation of spider-society. now, let me be frank: miguel, in this franchise, is not supposed to represent someone who created systematic oppression. he’s simply one of the people who believed in bigoted ideals and allowed those ideals to influence his decisions. because when miguel created spider-society, it basically became an elitist isolation chamber. spider-society is located in a huge tower on miguela’s earth. the tower is so tall and imposing on the utopian landscape, there’s no way that miguel is able to properly support his own community as spiderman - he’s not worried about what happens to his own community. especially once we learn that a good portion of them live underground, where miguel can’t even see them. even if he wasn’t occupied with anomalies at all times, there’s no way he could even connect with nueva york around him.

the same can be said of all the spider-people in headquarters. they’re not even in their home dimensions. how can they possibly support their communities when they have isolated themselves as far away as they could literally be? it parallels how successful individuals often treat their communities in reality - what do wealthy people usually do at the first sign of their wealth? they build a huge mansion to get away from it all. many times in our capitalist society, wealthy and successful people abandon the communities they should be supporting. 

miguel represents that. he is a successful, powerful person, who decided to focus only on other successful, powerful people like him. marginalized people who achieved the american dream on their own. people who, instead of uplifting others, instead tear down those who don’t fit into their “mold.” who are successful in their own right, but don’t hold the same ideals and values that they do. who aren’t the model example of marginalized success in the eyes of the (white) american “audience.” 

miguel is a product of a great problem within society. while he partakes and perpetuates bigotry, that doesn’t mean that he’s irredeemable. the narrative shows that miguel is a broken man. if we think about to the end credits scene from itsv, where he calls his dimensional travel bracelet a “goober” - he wasn’t always so hateful. he wasn’t always like this. he can un-learn his bigotry and he isn’t completely lost. the way that he discusses his ideas - it’s clear that he knows that there are flaws in them, just as other spider-people consistently point out. he can be changed and improved - just like our real leaders and role models can be changed and improved. miguel is not without saving - but it’s important to remember that he does need to be saved. 

[machineheraldandy]

Miguel and Gabriel analysis talk (OG comics)

Kinda…maybe…idk…

Content warnings: there is mention of the abuse Gabriel and Miguel went through

Content warnings: there is mention of Miguel’s suicidal tendencies here

This may come out as complete ramble that doesn’t make sense and honestly that’s to be expected as I’m very passionate about this, like…extreme so

This is about the idea of Miguel relying unhealthily on Gabriel and how I believe the new writing direction of the comics cannot be canon to Miguel’s character and mischaracterise him because I fully believe that he would not be able to successfully be a hero without his brother.

If you don’t know in nearly all the new comics for Miguel o’hara, Gabriel o’hara dies, he’s either already dead, or dies within the comic, we are seeing that with the new comics about to come out as well, it’s even within the novel.

Though I do think the novel did a good job, the novel showed Miguel became a shell of himself, and became nothing, unable to find proper purpose, but yet I still think that isn’t right, it isn’t what I be,I’ve Miguel would do.

Now you need context of everything first, Miguel is spiderman second, but he is a victim of family based abuse first. It is what makes him. Him. The only family that has not abused him is Gabriel, his little brother, another victim of abuse

George is written to be an abusive asshole, he is misogynistic, racist, verbally, mentally, and physically abusive, to the point it’s believed that Gabriel could have gone through physical abuse, he was pushy and forced Miguel into schooling he didn’t want.

Conchata is neglectful, and physically abusive, even if the writers tried to pretend it was just normal things for mothers to do and kept trying to make him and her reconnect, and within latest comics she tends to appear to blame Gabriel’s death on him.

Kron stone is Miguel’s bully, he spends his time attempting to kill Miguel, publicly shaming him in front of people, and such in a way that can be considered another form of abusive. All while having a power position held over Miguel due to his father.

Tyler stone is abusive, he drugs Miguel, he admits he groomed Miguel, he’s not a good person, simple as that, he’s meant to be a villain in his writings. Edit: he also has an extreme power over Miguel though that’s part of grooming.

Who’s the only alive member we see that isn’t like this? Gabriel, his baby brother, that’s why Miguel is dependent on him. And I’m going to explain more on how he’s dependent

It’s shown that a form of self harm Miguel does is pushing people away he cares for and desperately needs, when he wants to harm himself, he harms the people he cares for, pushes them away. He has done this so much with Gabriel, the first time we properly see Gabriel, miguel is trying to push him away, trying to avoid him. Miguel attempted to push him deeply away in the way of cheating on Xina with Gabriel’s girlfriend Dana, he keeps working for the company that Gabriel hates, he does everything in small ways to get Gabriel to hate him. It’s purposeful, it’s because he needs his brother, and because he needs his brother, he has to attempt to push him away. He has to. That’s his self harm, which shows that Gabriel is one of the most important people to him.

Miguel needs Gabriel, he can’t deal without his little brother, in fact at the very end of the 1992 comics, when miguel leaves things behind and seemingly quits for some time (until later 1990s comics) that only comes after his brother actually “abandons” him, which we end up knowing isn’t true as it was a shape shifter pretending to be Gabriel, but the reason it seems Miguel ends up not giving up and attempts to keep going on is to find Gabriel. His purpose becomes more so to find Gabriel, to keep him safe, he knows Gabriel is alive and well, and needs to find him. That becomes his purpose including in alternative universes. Edit: his reason for staying spiderman is purely because of wanting Gabriel’s safety by all means

Miguel needs Gabriel, he can’t live without him, he can’t do that, and I’m saying that he would not live, he’d refuse to without Gabriel. You already see he is suicidal, he is known as the suicidal spiderman, he may be passive suicidal, we see drawings of him hanging himself. We hear how he makes plans to end himself, we see how he wants to end it but is too much of a coward. And I say he’s a “coward” as he sees himself as still having a slight purpose, to stay with his brother. But if he doesn’t have his brother?

Gabriel is his self control, his reason to live, the only family he has that loves him, he needs Gabriel, he needs his little brother, he can’t be without his brother. If you go by 1992-1995 writing, then it has to be argued that Miguel wouldn’t just keep being a hero, he wouldn’t keep being alive.

How to make Gabriel disappear?

The thing is the writers tend to kill off Gabriel to push the story, to push the narrative, Gabriel is like that female character in stories that gets killed off for the male protagonist, this time he’s just a brother, a brother that should not have had this happen, it doesn’t make sense logically. The thing is they treat Gabriel as uncle Ben, he isn’t, uncle Ben exists in their universe and is long dead, Miguel is not Peter Parker, Peter Parker exists in his universe and is long gone, he does not have a uncle Ben, it shouldn’t be that way, Gabriel is not his uncle, he is his only family he cares for, at most he should be treated like aunt may possibly, but barely.

I believe the real way to may Gabriel disappear is to not kill him but make him leave by his own will, alive. Gabriel goes through a lot of things, and logically him leaving Miguel behind can work. Gabriel’s girlfriend cheats on him with Miguel, his next girlfriend falls for Miguel, George only ever cared for Miguel, Miguel is loved by entire nations as spiderman, conchata starts to give him more attention, Gabriel is a victim of abuse that is a people pleaser, who is desperate for his mothers love, if he has to share his mothers love when he struggles to get the love of anyone else? Yeah that may start to push him over the edge, on top of that but Miguel does push him away, Miguel gives Gabriel many reasons to disown him. By all means Gabriel gets put through a lot of shit.

Make it so Gabriel leaves Miguel due to things Miguel can’t control but also can control, make it so that Miguel has to confront himself. Miguel has to see his actions, has to see his self harm, has to see how he’s a dickhead pushes people away. See how him doing things like idk sleeping with his brothers girlfriends is extremely bad. Make it so Miguel has to grow and learn to change, and go through difficult times, by getting Gabriel to leave him alive.

If you take Gabriel away by killing him off, it doesn’t give Miguel proper reason to change, it gives him reason to die. His brother that loved him so much and he loved so much died? What’s the point? But the brother that loved him and he loves so so much doesn’t care for him anymore? Miguel goes through a depression and then changes himself, so he can be around his brother again.

You take a desperate man barley living and get rid of his reason to live, and you don’t have what marvel is trying to convince you they have.

But hey that’s just personal opinion and maybe a fanfic idea for someone :D

Edits done: fixing spelling errors

[sp1der-wid0w]

“we listen we don’t judge.” gladly.

miguel, peter b., and jess deserve equal hate

hear me out.

a lot of people are saying things like only miguel and peter b. deserve the hate but not jess and gwen, but i think they’re wrong. because only gwen doesn’t deserve the hate.

long story short, they are three irresponsible grown adult superheroes who have brought shame and disappointment to the other characters and the audience.

they are parents. one used to be, one currently is, and one is about to be. but you can tell they lost their parental instincts and responsibilities the second the hero mantle needs their attention. the miles situation really showed us who they are as people. a crashout, a hypocritical bystander, and a traitor.

miguel is literally the fourth spiderverse character (after kingpin, doc ock, and spot) to do more harm than good. spot is the reason why the multiverse is in danger, meanwhile miguel is the reason why the spiderverse is against miles. grown adults having resentment for a teenager they know nothing about. a scapegoat..

the attitude jess had for everyone, telling gwen to shut up, ignoring and eventually assaulting miles, telling peter b to shut up as well, rolling her eyes at hobie, and being sassy to ben. but when miguel is literally pressing gwen or literally being a menace to society, she’s standing her ass there and only giving puppy dog eyes from her cowardice. and peter b. was a big ass downgrade from itsv, because he used to not play about miles. he actually taught him things despite being an ass mentor.

but genuinely they both suck, there’s no in between. miles had to learn everything on his own, while gwen was being taught the more business instead of genuine kind-hearted type of hero. and sadly, the second miguel enters the picture, they were quick to let their protégé’s take the blame for their own safety.

if they’re not afraid to battle prowlers, or vultures, or doc ock’s variants.. why are they afraid to stand up to Miguel? why did a fucking 16 year old do something they were afraid to do? miles humbled them all.

honestly, i’m done. idgaf, we listen we don’t judge. miguel o’hara is such an asshole, peter b. is a bad father, and jess drew is a coon. bye <3

[legendofdragna]

my thoughts/analysis on Miguel O’Hara

slight spoilers (tl;dr at the bottom)

1) His actions destroying his family and universe = self-hatred, guilt, trauma, and feeling responsible for preventing other universes’ collapse

2) Dr. Strange and MCU Peter’s actions = too many villains in the wrong universes, causing Miguel stress and anger at having to clean up their mess

3) Miles = Miguel’s last straw

He sees his past self & mistakes reflected in Miles, and might think of Miles accepting his dad’s fate as a sort of redemption for Miguel, since he himself wasn’t able to do that. Also, Miguel’s probably mad that they both were anomalies—Miguel when he took over his alternate self’s life and Miles being bitten instead of Peter��yet Miguel’s universe collapsed whereas Miles’ adjusted its canon for him. Also, since Miguel sees Miles as the original anomaly, he blames him for Spot and all his havoc.

So when Miles tries to save his dad, saying he’ll write his own story, Miguel gets so furious since he’s seeing this “past self” make the same mistakes, and doesn’t believe the canon can be successfully changed. By stopping Miles, Miguel wants to avoid another Spider-Man making the same mistake, and enduring the same guilt and pain.

TL;DR: Miguel’s trauma and guilt + stress and annoyance at multiverse shenanigans + the parallels between him and Miles + Miles trying to repeat the action that still haunts Miguel = man had enough and snapped

[envy-of-the-apple]

Miscelleanous/Other Fandoms: Masterlist

Victoria Neuman

Keep Your Head In the Game -  Vice president candidate Neuman visits your home. You desperately try to play dumb. (Dark! Victoria Neuman)

Kentaro Kyotani 

Study Session 

Tooru Oikawa 

Tutor

Mikasa Ackerman

Gentle

DIO

Keys 

Miguel O’hara 

Sweet Home

Sung Jin-woo

Watchmen

Heart for a Heart - In a world where soulmates share injuries, yours is particularly clumsy (Dark Sung Jin-woo—Soulmate AU) (3.8k)

Yandere Analysis

Zeke Yeager      Sebastian Michealis    Muzan

HCs/Drabbles

Hybrid!Konig

[max--phillips]

I get that you didn't mean for it to come across this way but saying a simplified "dont like dont read" on a post criticizing fandom for watering down a complex character into nothing but a daddy dom latino lover isn't making you look like the good guy here dude

Jesus Christ dude shut the fuck up. I’m not trying to be a “good guy” considering there’s not really a “bad guy” in this situation. I just want weirdos with holier-than-thou complexes for wanting to discuss the ~actual contents of the film~ to stop acting like fic authors are single handedly causing the downfall of fandom or some bullshit.

Also, that’s not what the post fucking said? The post was acting like fic authors and similar folks are preventing people from discussing the complexities in characters by writing fic, which is fucking absurd. Like I said in the goddamn tags: no one is stopping you!!!! Fucking discuss it!!! We can have multiple things exist at the same time!! What a wild fucking concept!

And since I KNOW someone is going to see this response and misconstrue what I’m saying: OBVIOUSLY watering down characters of color with complex backstories isn’t great. I think there’s more to be said here specifically about the fact Miguel O’Hara was voiced by Oscar Isaac, someone who has received similar treatment as Pedro Pascal when it comes to people latching onto him and writing fic for his characters nonstop (and I’m saying this as someone who has latched on to Pedro Pascal and has been writing fic for his characters nonstop). ALL THAT SAID, it’s still not a goddamn crime to find a character hot & write fic abt them. And if you don’t want to see that, you are responsible for your own online experience, so don’t follow people who post that! Alternately, maybe read some of the fics, because it’s possible to both write something extremely horny AND do a little character analysis along the way. You can have both.

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (30)

A Miguel O’Hara X OC series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 30 - Clarity - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: A Miguel O’Hara x Female OC 

Words: 4.4K+ words

Warnings: PG13 for mentions of abuse, character death, scars, injuries

Summary: Lisa and Miguel finally talk

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After Isabella was put to sleep from my enchantment, the rest of her remaining clones that were fighting the other Spiders had disappeared, vanishing into dust. It appeared they were only active while she was awake, able to focus her energy into keeping them active. With them gone, it made the clean up a lot easier. 

Jessica organized a cleanup crew with Noir overseeing the repairs to his dimension. Thankfully thanks to Lyla’s previous analysis, no canon events had been disturbed, so his dimension was safe and not at risk of disappearing. Some civilians were injured, but no casualties. I’d call that a win. 

Kept locked in her cage, Isabella was brought up to HQ and put in the holding cells with some of the other villains. She’d be kept there until her interrogations were complete about her involvement with Harry Osborn, in order to try and figure out what Harry’s intentions were with the Spider-Society and the Multiverse as a whole. After that, Petra would be able to bring her back to their dimension where she’d be charged for her crimes and imprisoned for good. 

For the remainder of our visit, Miguel never left my side. In fact, he kept me at his side for as long as he could. His arm was still wrapped around me, his hand at my waist as I leaned against him for support. He continued to support me, even as he gave orders and looked over reports and analysis of the damage, spewing no indications of discomfort or needing to adjust, even as he opened a portal back to Spider Society HQ. 

Miguel walked me to the medical bay where Spider-Doc was waiting, a spare bed ready for me. He must have called the Doctor ahead of time to prepare. Miguel carefully set me down on the bed, helping me lay down. He carefully recalled the piece of his suit that covered my wound and the nano-tech slipped back onto his hand, taking the form of his glove. 

He exchanged a look with Spider-Doc, as if communicating silently with him. Spider-Doc nodded before glancing over at me with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m done, this will look like nothing more than a paper cut,” 

“I know I’m in good hands with you, Doc,” I managed a smile as I coughed, my body adjusting to the new position as a small jolt of pain ached at my side. I glanced over towards Miguel. “What about you?”

“I’ll be okay,” Miguel nodded, reaching down to squeeze my hand. “Rest a while. I need a moment to step out and. . . think, if that’s okay?”

Think?

"I have feelings for you, too,"

Ah, of course. It was just like he said. That wasn’t how he wanted to tell me. Not to mention it was most certainly not how I wanted to find out. 

“Of course,” I smiled softly at him, my eyes pouring into his. 

He gave me a soft look in exchange, his fingers squeezing mine again before pulling away. His warmth lingered on my hand as he stepped away from the bed. “I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk,”

“Okay,” I nodded as I watched him turn and leave. 

“So, I heard the mission went well today,” Spider-Doc spoke up, breaking the ice as he gathered some supplies before pulling up a chair beside me. 

I sighed softly, biting back a hiss of pain as he got to work on disinfecting and patching up my wound. “That’s one way to put it,” 

My Gizmo buzzed as I glanced over as the small holographic screen appeared to see a message from Gabriel. 

“Hey, heard what happened. Want to come by after your check up so I can patch the suit for you?” - Gabriel 

“Thank you, Gabriel, I’d appreciate that :)” - Lisa 

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Once Spider-Doc finishes patching me up, Gabriel picks me up and walks me over to his workshop where he can fix up my suit. His machine patched up my suit, the little legs working tirelessly as they sewed it back together. During the process, Gwen had offered to jump over to my apartment to grab a change of clothes if I wanted a break from wearing the suit for a while, but I politely declined. 

Leaving Gabriel’s lab, I was a bit of a nervous wreck as I walked through the halls of the Society. Other Spiders congratulated me on a job well done, applauding my good deeds during the mission. No one said anything about what Isabella had done to me or Miguel. Did he ask them to not mention it in the mission report, or were they choosing to not say anything and invoke their bosses' wrath?

Speaking of the boss? Where was Miguel?

I had briefly stopped by his lab, hoping to find him there just to check in with him and see how he was holding up. I wasn’t going to force him into talking when he wasn’t ready yet, but I was still worried about him regardless. So when I peeked into his lab and didn’t find him there, my heart rate spiked. 

“Miguel?” I called out, thinking maybe he was hiding deeper up on his platform when I didn’t see him on the ground floor. 

To my surprise, his platform wasn’t active. It looked like it had been lowered since we left for the mission. So if Miguel wasn’t in his lab, where was he?

“Lyla, do you know where–?” Before I could even finish asking my question, the virtual AI appeared before me. 

“Do you even have to ask?” She teased with a playful grin. 

“But he hasn’t called me yet, so maybe I should give him his space,” I mumbled with worry as I began to turn.

“Oh, don’t worry, he wants to see you, Lisa,” Lyla had a knowing look on her face.

A chime noise caught my ear as I glanced over to an unfamiliar part of Miguel’s lab, seeing a set of doors pull back. It looked like an elevator. Lyla’s body fizzled inside it, motioning for me to come forward. 

“Uh, Lyla, what are you doing?” I asked her as I took a few cautious steps forward.

“I’m taking you to see Miguel,” She beamed. 

“Are you sure I should be in here?” I asked again with a nervous expression on my face as I peered inside the elevator. 

“Miguel wants to talk to you, Lisa, trust me,” Lyla’s lips form into a grin. “He’s just been. . . occupied,”

“What does that mean?” I raise a brow at the AI, jumping when the elevator doors close. 

“You’ll see,” She gives me a knowing smile before she fades away and the elevator comes to life, soaring up. 

I tried to keep myself calm and collected as I thought about what I was going to say to Miguel. Rather it was more like rehearsed. I couldn’t remember the last time my palms were sweating so much, or how I was pacing around the small elevator. 

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, the elevator chimed again, coming to a stop. Only this time the doors in front of me didn’t open, but rather the doors behind me did. I stepped out, walking down a short narrow hallway until I turned at an exit and I froze. 

I saw a beautiful scenic view of Nueva York. I found myself on a private balcony that overlooked Uptown. I was enamored by the puffy white clouds, the sleek structure of the buildings below us. But what stunned me the most was the silence. No honking of cars, no sounds of traffic. Just tranquil peace. 

That was until I heard a voice muttering, sounding stressed. 

I glanced over and my cheeks flushed finding Miguel sitting near the balcony’s edge. His gizmo was activated, a holographic image of his brother Gabriel hovering above it. 

“No lo se, Gabri,” Miguel sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Estoy aterrorizado voy a estropear esto de alguna manera,” - I don’t know, Gabri. I’m just terrified I’m going to mess this up somehow

“Te conozco, Migs, siempre haces todo lo posible para que las cosas funcionen.” Gabriel smiled at his brother through the holographic feed. “Ya has llegado hasta aquí, ¿verdad?” - I know you, Migs, you always try your damn hardest to make things work. You’ve come this far already, right?

“I know, it’s just–” Miguel shook his head. “That was not how I wanted them to find out,”

I coughed into my fist, watching as Miguel jumped in his spot before whirling around to see me. 

“Tell me about it,” I chuckled nervously. 

“Lisa?!” Miguel gawked. 

“Lisa?” Gabriel repeated, his hologram trying to move to get a better look.

Miguel immediately blocked his view, looking back towards the hologram. “I’ll call you back,” he ended the call as the hologram quickly disappeared. 

“Did I come at a bad time?” I asked with an anxious tone in my voice. 

“No, no, it’s just I wasn’t– how did you even get up here?” Miguel asked me before he froze, his expression doing deadpan as he grumbled. “Lyla. . .”

“Sorry, Miguel,” Lyla apologized as she appeared on my shoulder with an innocent expression on her face. “I can’t help myself,”

Miguel pulled up a knee to his chest, resting his arm along it as he looked back out to the city view below us. He fiddled with his fingers, contemplating. I stood back, wanting to give him his space. 

“Lyla, can you give Lisa and I a moment?” Miguel asked the AI as he kept his gaze on the city. “Please?”

“Sure thing big guy,” Lyla smiled, offering the both of us an encouraging wink before she disappeared. 

We both stayed there in silence for a moment. There was a gentle breeze in the air as the wind brushed against Miguel’s hair. He turned to look at me, offering me a calming look as he motioned for me to join him. 

I nodded softly as I walked slowly towards him. The balcony was made of this hard glass plating. I couldn’t see right through it, otherwise I’d be staring straight down to the ground and not moving an inch. My footsteps were quiet as I neared Miguel and eased down to sit beside him. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked him. 

“A bit bruised up, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” He nodded softly, his gaze still trained on the city. 

I pulled my mask off, letting the wind brush against my skin before I pulled back my hair tie. My hair dropped past my shoulders, some of the strands flowing in the wind. I sighed softly as I looked out at the view. 

“I can see why you’d come up here,” I smiled softly, glancing at him. “It’s a beautiful view,”

Miguel hummed in agreement, his eyes softening as he kept looking out into the sky. 

I looked down at my hands nestled into my lap, my fingers fidgeting with my mask. “We don’t have to talk about. . . us right now, if you need more time,” 

Miguel sat there silently for a while. He twiddled with his thumbs, as if debating whether or not to say something. I could sense the gears turning in his mind as I glanced over towards him. 

“Almost one year ago, after I had first established the Spider-Society, I found another dimension with an alternate version of myself,” Miguel began, his voice a little shaky, but he spoke with a calm demeanor. 

I turned my attention to him completely as he took a deep breath, as if encouraging himself to keep going. 

“I had found a version of myself where I had a family, and I was happy,” He spoke, almost flinching at the last word as he shut his eyes briefly. 

“You weren’t. . . happy here?” I dared myself to ask, my voice quiet. 

Miguel glanced over, our eyes meeting for the first time. I noted his eye colour. It was chocolate brown. 

“It wasn’t always just Gabriel and I. A few years back, there was this girl that I worked with during my time in Alchemax. . . I was convinced that she was the one. I asked her to marry me and we soon found out she was pregnant. Things were going well,”

Miguel raised his wrist, bringing up a holographic picture from his gizmo. I leaned closer to get a better look. She had light skin with brown eyes and long silky black hair. The photo ID tag read: Xina Kwan-O’Hara. 

I smiled at the photo. “She’s really pretty,”

Miguel smiled softly in turn. “Xina really was,”

I shook off the nerves, gulping as I glanced back at his face. “What happened to her?”

“Shortly after our baby, Gabriela, we called her, was born, Xina suddenly became sick. Very sick,”

I could hear the material of his suit stretched as he balled his free hand into a fist.

“Here in 2099 we’ve made over a dozen impossible things possible,” Miguel couldn’t help but smirk at the prospect of it all before his head hung low. “A cure for cancer? That’s. . . still one hurdle we haven’t crossed yet,”

My eyes widened at the claim as I felt a ping of sadness ache in my chest. Losing someone to an incurable disease. I knew the feeling all too well. 

“Did she–?” I asked, my words hitching as I quickly realized the outcome.

“Xina fought like hell. She really did. But soon it became too much,” Miguel’s head hung low, shutting his eyes as he momentarily paid his respects. “I did my best trying to raise and take care of Gabriela on my own but, even she— she got–”

I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to realize where Miguel was going. 

I hesitated briefly before I scooted closer towards him, one hand placing a soothing hand on his shoulder, the other gently placing themselves over his free hand. I could see faint tears in his eyes when his eyelids opened, sensing my touch. 

“I was 11 when I lost my father to cancer,” I mumbled softly. 

My finger tips gripped his shoulder gently as my thumb brushed against his suit. Miguel glanced down at my hand as he gently flipped his free hand around, his palm facing my before his fingers wrapped around my hand. “I’m sorry for your loss,”

“It’s funny how grieving works, doesn’t it?” I can’t help but chuckle a little. 

I feel Miguel’s chest rumble as a quiet huff escapes him, shaking his head.  We both sat there in idle silence before he took another breath. “When I found the other dimension, of me and my family, well, I was happy that at least a version of me could still have it all. I observed from a distance for a while, but. . .”

Miguel swiped the hologram feed to show footage of a young girl running around with a soccer ball before jumping into Miguel’s arms. I realized it was the same child I had seen from a previous feed when I went to see Miguel in his lab. This was Gabriela. . . 

“That version of myself was killed,” Miguel sighed deeply, as if those very words were haunting him. His grip on my hand tightened ever so slightly as he took a deep breath through his nose. “So, I replaced him. . .”

The pupils of my eyes widened at the claim. After losing his family once, he didn’t want them to experience the grief he went through. “Miguel. . .” I mumbled out his name, whether in sympathy or guilt, I wasn’t sure. 

“I thought it was harmless,” He shook his head, thinking back on it all. The look in his eyes seemed to tell me he was almost scolding himself for what he did. “But I was wrong. . .” 

A prompt appeared on the holographic screen saying “No other recordings detected”. 

“The other Miguel dying,” I spoke slowly as the pieces of the puzzle were put in place in my mind, connecting each other to show me the full picture. “That was the canon event, wasn’t it?”

“Miguel O’Hara was supposed to stay dead. If I hadn’t taken his place to keep taking care of Gabri–” He almost choked at the mention of her name. “Her dimension wouldn’t have crumbled,” 

I looked up at Miguel with sad eyes as my one hand stretched across to wrap my arm around him as I pressed my forehead against his arm. “I’m so sorry you went through all of that, Miguel,”

Miguel didn’t say anything back. But he didn’t have to. I got a grasp of what he meant when he powered off his gizmo, that arm reaching over to hug my frame, albeit a tad awkwardly, but I didn’t pry. Especially when he squeezed my hand as I felt a tear drop stain the skin of my hand that held his own. 

“Now, with all that being said,'' Miguel sniffled as he glanced down at me after a few minutes had passed, trying to manage a half playful smile. “You don’t have to share your stuff with me right now just because I did,”

I felt like the air had been kicked out of me as I wheezed a slow laughter, drying the few stray tears from my face. “Well, when you put it like that, Miguel–!”

“All I’m saying is, you made me feel like I could talk about this now,” Miguel clarified with a relieved smile as he gently pulled back to look down at me. “Talk about my stuff. Don’t feel pressured to share yours right now if you don’t want to. But just know for when that time comes, I’ll be here to listen,”

“Thank you, Miguel,” I smiled sweetly at him before my gaze softened. “However, with all the close calls I’ve had, now might be the best time for me,”

The look on Miguel’s face said it all as his body turned to face me. “Are you sure?”

“You’ll be here to listen, right?” I grinned with a sincere expression. 

He smiled softly, nodding his head. 

I took that as my sign to start telling my story. I took a deep breath, my hand still holding Miguel’s free hand tightly along his lap. 

“After my dad passed away, it was just me and my mom for a while. My dad worked as a sound stage engineer, setting up the sound system for bands for their shows and my mom was a music producer. Everything I know about music I learned from them, and I was the type of kid that could never sit still so they put me into dance classes at an early age,” I began, smiling at the memories. 

“You? Not sitting still?” Miguel raised a brow at me with a teasing glare. “I find that a little hard to believe,”

“Oh, you would not be a fan of me if we met when we were kids, trust me,” I chuckled softly. 

“How did they meet?” Miguel asked almost cautiously, and I knew exactly who he was referring to. 

“While on a business trip in South Korea, my mom met a guy named Jin Park. She was overseeing her company’s new branch opening in Asia and he was one of the new team members. They went long distance for a while, but they made it work. Eventually he moved in with us, they got married, things were good. After mom retired, Jin was my biggest supporter and hype man when it came to my dance career,” 

I looked back out into the sky again, looking out at the clouds. 

“One summer, he invited me to come with him back to Seoul for an International Idol Boot Camp. He had shown the coaches of his company’s idol department my demos and they were really impressed. I figured, where was the harm in trying?” I shrugged my shoulders. 

“A once in a lifetime opportunity,” Miguel spoke, as if he understood the meaning of those words. 

“I was only supposed to stay there for the summer. Two, maybe three months,” I continued, and the closer I got to the gritty dark underbelly of those memories, I could feel my fingers begin to tremble. 

“Lisa,” Miguel gently called out my name, his other hand reaching out to carefully brush my hair away from my face. 

I only realized then how tall, how big and strong he actually was. How large his hands were. My hands looked like a child’s compared to him. 

“How long did you stay there?” He asked me. 

I took a shaky breath, my throat starting to go dry. “Something. . . changed about Jin. I don’t know if it was the stress of the job, or whatever, but I stayed for him. I stayed and worked hard to try and make it work for Jim, thinking that would help ease him,” I could start to feel the tears swell up in my eyes as I shook my head to try and shake the nerves away. 

Miguel drew me closer to him almost instantly, his arm wrapped around me in a protective manner. “How long? What did he do?”

The silent question hung on his lips. What did he do to give you those scars? 

“I stayed there for two years,” I groaned. “I endured the toxic work environment, the verbal abuse, the long hours of non-stop rehearsals, horrible diets, constantly apologizing for things I didn’t do, and let an asshole walk all over me, for two years, and I did it for him,”

I could feel the tears racing now, as Miguel held me close. I’m sure he was thinking of a million things right now. Such as why isn’t the father paying for his sins against his daughter?

“We were coming up on a headlining show. I was supposed to perform with a group, but I couldn’t take it anymore,” I shook my head into Miguel’s chest as I felt his hand cup the back of my head, his fingers combing through my hair. “I stood up to Jin and told him that I was done, and that I wanted out. We got into a huge argument about it and he– he hit me,”

I choked the last few words out and I could physically feel Miguel’s muscles stiffen, his body freezing and tightening all at once. 

“I fell into one of the stage decorations. It was made of glass and– I got sliced pretty bad,” I took slow deep breaths. “I needed emergency surgery,”

I could feel Miguel’s hand trace down to my stomach, placing his palm gently to where the scars were, his fingertips curling into my suit. “Did you get out?”

I nodded softly. “I cut contact with him and left,”

We both sat there for a while, just enjoying the view and taking solace in each other’s company. 

“You were really brave, you know that?” Miguel mumbled softly. “You still are. . .” 

I pulled my head back to stare up at him, the tears drying on my cheeks as he met my gaze. Oh god, those eyes. . . 

“Thank you for listening. . .” I spoke quietly. 

“I promised, didn’t I?” He flashed me a toothy grin. 

We both smiled at each other before Miguel reached over, drying his tears as another sniffle escaped him. 

I pulled my arm back from his shoulders, looking up at him. “So. . . you genuinely like me back?”

If not for the memory of his confession due to Isabella’s sonic screech earlier this morning, the question would have caught Miguel way more off guard. 

"A part of me still grieves Xina and misses her deeply, and I'm not sure when I'll recover with what happened to Gabriela, but,” Miguel paused as he gathered himself, finding the right words, no, the perfect words to say. “. . . I'm at the point where I can no longer hold back or deny how I feel about you, Lisa. Not anymore."

My heart fluttered at his confession, the pupils of my eyes widening. 

"I'd never ask you to forget them, Miguel," I look at him with soft, sympathetic eyes as I grip his hand tightly in my own, gently placing his hand on his chest over where his heart rested. "You'll always remember them, the memories you share with them, in here. They'll always be a part of you,"

“I know, Lisa, I know you wouldn’t,” he smiled softly at me before offering a playful wink. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly,”

“Hey! Only if it's a mutant villain fly maybe-!” I stuttered, my cheeks burning a bright red. 

Miguel laughed at my outburst, his hands lowering from his heart as he reached out and wrapped an arm back around my shoulders. The redness of my cheeks never faded. 

“Do you remember earlier when I mentioned that if I allowed myself to like you, I’d risk disrupting your canon and your dimension’s life force?” He asked me. 

I nodded my head slowly. 

“Well, I asked Lyla to run a diagnostic for me the other day,” He explained as he brought out his Gizmo again, the holographic screen reappearing. “The good news is, your dimension is still steadily repairing itself and no other tears in its threads have been detected,”

“Is there bad news?” I asked nervously. 

Miguel paused before his puff lips formed into a prideful smirk. “Try more good news,”

He brought the screen closer to me as I read the report and I nearly froze, a hand coming up to muffle my gasp. 

“No canon events detected!” 

“My universe doesn’t have a canon?” I asked him with surprise as I looked up at him. 

“Not according to Lyla’s model,” Miguel confirmed. 

“So you’re saying. . . There’s a chance that we—?” I could feel the rush of adrenaline kick in as my heart began to beat faster. 

“We can. We can, mi Mona Lisa,” Miguel smiled brightly at me as he took his large hands in my small delicate ones, before his lips thinned. “But a part of me is still scared. No canon means. . . Anything could happen. Good and bad,” - my Mona Lisa 

My gaze drifted off back towards the sky as I processed his words, “Well,” I glanced back over towards him, offering him a soft smile. “We can support each other through both. There’s a first time for everything, Miguel,”

The pupils of his eyes widened as he took my words to heart, smiling softly back at me. “Indeed, Lisa,”

We both looked back out to the sky, Miguel keeping me tucked close as I found myself leaning my head against his frame and his arm around my shoulders tightened ever so slightly. 

“So, what now?”

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