#atsv fem oc

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SpiderSona

Spider sona #2 honey-weaver / haylee Kyle

- she’s called honey Weaver because one her name sounds like honey and two her webs are a yellowish gold and very sticky

- she lost her mother when she was 12 and that same night she got bitten by the spider that gave her powers

- she got into the spider society because her friend Brooklyn (oc) told them abt her

More stuff for her coming soon✨💛🖤🍯

Credits to the artist of the base the rest was all me

[guilty-pleasures21]

See, my brain refuses to accept that Miguel O'Hara is a suave flirt, because this man's first girlfriend was the girl who defended him from his childhood bully, he's had at least 3 long-term relationships from what I know of comics lore and in the movie, his definition of true happiness was being a father! You cannot convince me that this man's flirting abilities extend beyond awkwardly posing, unintentionally sounding like a smug know-it-all while trying to show off his intelligence, and telling dad jokes. 🙃😍

[hrhmimieucliffe]

⚠️⚠️🔞W H O R E 🔞⚠️⚠️

I'm projecting, I just want him between my legs and I wanna pounce between his legs and-

I want to be those tentacles so bad

[redr0sewrites]

ATSV Characters with a Goth S/o

heeeeeyyyyyy guys 😇 *slowly sliding the 100+ REQUESTS in my inbox to the side to make room for a new special interest*

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff!!!

🥀Pairing(s): Hobie x reader, Miles x reader, Miguel x reader, Spot x reader

Hobie

he would LOVE any type of alternative partner tbh- he just LOOOVESSS that ur goth and will support you 100%

people who go against societies expectations/standards and don't fit in with the norm intrigue him, and your style is probably what piqued his interest in the first place

y'all definitely wear matching fits sorry i don't make the rules- hobie just can't pass up the opportunity to match w you!!! whenever you go to meetings within the spider society he always brings you along, regardless of whether or not you're a spiderperson and hobie loves showing off you and your style

MAJOR "THATS MY PARTNER‼️" VIBES

look me in the eyes and tell me hobia would not absolutely rock some funky eyeliner LIKEEEEE- he def lets you practice on him and will do your makeup for you too!!!

hobie loves thrifting with you, there is no way he isn't a major thrifter and you both definitely DIY a lot of your clothes

HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING PUNK BATTLE VESTS FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY, AND MAKES SURE THAT IT MATCHES UR AESTHETIC AS WELL!!

hobie absolutely has BLESSED music taste, but while he usually listens to rock, punk, dad rock, or post-punk type of music, i def see him enjoying more gothic/new wave music- especially if u introduce it to him!!!

i see him enjoying bauhaus, sisters or mercy, scary bitches, etc- he'll also give YOU a lot of music recommendations and help to expand ur taste!

hobie would also accompany you to any protests or conventions that you wanted to attend, and would act as your scary dog privileges

YOU TWO DEFINITELY GO TO CONCERTS TOGETHER OMG. I TOTALLY SEE THAT AS A SPONTANEOUS DATE THAT YOU TWO ENJOY A LOT

honestly hobie is a lovely partner to have if you are goth, and he's not only supportive but VERY enthusiastic about your fashion and lifestyle!

Miles

hes such a sweetheart!!! he definitely supports you if you're goth and asks a LOOOT of questions lmao

miles draws you and your fashion a lot, and will def design makeup or eyeliner ideas for you too!!! while ik this is more associated with punk, i also see miles drawing you a few custom patches and stuff like that

your kind of like his muse in a way, and miles just really enjoys sketching you, especially since you have such a unique aesthetic and such cool outfits

HE HAS DEFINITELY GRAFFITIED U SOMEWHERE‼️

he loves watching you get ready and do your makeup. seeing you do perfect eyeliner wings and heavy makeup in general lowkey relaxes him, and he just loves admiring you

im sorry but miles knows absolutely nothing about goth music or culture, ur gonna have to introduce him to a lot of the songs/bands!!!

while i don't think he's huge on the music at first, i think it would grow on him over time. its definitely the type of thing that he loves because YOU love it, and he sees how mu much you enjoy it so he starts listening to it as well so he can talk to you about it

i think his favorite band would be the cure, and his fav songs would either be boys dont cry or the walk (both by the cure- idk why thats so specific but they just kinda fit his vibe yk?)

miles likes holding hands a lot, and he loves when you wear rings or gloves or something along those lines because it just reminds him so much of you! your hands just feel different compared to other peoples and he just loves how unique you are

if you have a lot of piercings, miles would definitely ask about them or buy you specific jewelry for piercings!!!!

overall, very very cute and supportive about your style!!! (he lowkey gives bi wife energy, and iyk what in talking ab then ily mwah)

Miguel

he's pretty indifferent to your style at first, i don't see him as the type to judge much based on appearances. its your personality that really throws him for a loop, and a part of him admires your dedication to making yourself look how you want to look and truly living to be your best self, regardless of what others think

if you think miles knows nothing about being goth then be prepared for miguel bc he knows NOTHINGGGG- no music, no history, no political views, zero, zilch, nada, goose egg

if he cares about you i do see him being intrigued about your style, and once you two are officially dating is when he'll show more interest in your personal fashion sense

he strikes me as the type to like, NEVER listen to music, so he literally only listens to the music you like!!! he does find himself occasionally humming the tune of some strawberry switchblade song or casually listening to a siouxsie and the banshees song while he works, and over time you influence him a LOT with your music taste. he definitely associates any and all goth music with YOU, and that's probably why he starts enjoying it.

he's a "hand on you at all times" type of guy, and while he is rarely touchy with others, miguel is definitely keeping you close. your fashion makes that convenient for him, and he loves pulling you into a kiss by grabbing onto your belt loop or something of the sort

miguel loves how you look with and without makeup on and isn't afraid to tell you that, however, he really likes it if you incorporate his colors or color scheme into your makeup one day. he'll never admit it, but you keep catching him admiring you with the smallest smirk on his face every few seconds

if anyone ever gave u shit for what you wear and how you dress, especially someone in the spider society, you'd practically have to restrain miguel from drop kicking them across nueva york- he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you , and while he knows you can stand up for yourself, he just gets protective at times

Spot

goth? whats that???

he's lowkey such a nerd, and spends too much time being science-y and planning on how to beat spiderman to actually get caught up on fashion

spot doesn't know how he pulled you tbh, but he appreciates you nonetheless!!! he thinks you and your aesthetic are something to be admired, and will unabashedly tell EVERYONE he knows about you

he will shoplift any clothing or jewelry that you want, and he'll even take you to other dimensions where there are better alternative clothes as well

spot doesn't really have a face to do makeup on, but he'll offer to do yours for you! surprisingly enough he's pretty good at it, though he does work pretty slowly

spot loves fiddling with your accessories, whenever he's standing near you he's always reaching out to touch you in some way shape or form. he loves playing with any chains or necklaces you wear, and will help adjust them so that they lay correctly

he helps you get ready in the morning!!!!! if ur the type of goth to wear corsets, he makes lacing them up SO easy and will gladly do it for you

i personally hc that spot HATES seeing himself in mirrors/pictures, it reminds him sm of what he used to look like, but he LOVES taking photos of you and your style!! whenever you are wearing a cute outfit or have funky makeup on, spot adores just taking photos of you

if you ever did a makeup look inspired by him and his spots he would probably CRY :(

URGRHHRHHRRR I LOVE ATSV SMMMMMMM!!!! this post will DEFINITELY have a pt2 w more characters!!!!! i swear tho atsv literally pulled me out of the most horrendous burnout ever i FELT the artblock and writing block lift off of my body as i watched it. IM SO INVESTED I MADE A SPIDERSONA...

[tonixe]

Hobie with a scene gf

n.o.t.e.s - HOBIE IS JUST SO UGHH, LIKE AHHHH.

w.a.r.n - fluff, maybe some nsfw mention, me jst being obsessed with Hobie.

p.a.i.ri.n.g - Hobie Brown x fem!reader

w.c. - 330

☆ You guys would look like the polar opposites of your bright style compared to this own punk style, and spikey look. I don't even think anyone knew you guys were a couple until you had to tell them.

☆ Like you would probably beg him to match with you. I imagine you both wearing a cheesy, bright neon shirt with a mustache. He would dig it though, even though he was being teased for it. He wouldn't care because you enjoy wearing it with him.

☆ You even made him another shirt in his style too, like imagine walking up to him and holding his new creative shirt at him, with a smile, and like he is just like a blushing mess.

☆ Imagine Hobie teaching you how to play the electric guitar, and after you get the hang of playing the guitar, you get a guitar similar to his and you decorate it with bright colors.

☆ Whenever you're in a different dimension or area you would buy Hobie more pin badges for him for his jacket, literally buying everything. Just surprised by the tiny to big-sized pins, even buying one that matches him.

☆ Hobie would always think making a song for you was cheesy, but he would still make one for you just serenading you.

☆ Imagine you and Hobie just making colorful boom bracelets, and you make some for him with skulls and little guitar charms. Like he would wear the bracelets 24hrs a day, literally never leaving him.

☆ I'm a firm believer that Hobie can sew, like imagine if you had like a backpack and you broke it, he would sew it back together with different pattern fabric, giving it a colorful design.

☆ Hobie helping you sew <3

☆ If you are addicted to drinking Monster, you would definitely surprise Hobie by you collecting Monster cans and turning them into different shapes.

☆ You guys would have matching snapbacks, no questions asked.

[catchingdaydreams]

[Un]welcomed Guest

Shadow Miguel x Reader

Chp 1 Lost His Ways

You didn't mean to get lost in the woods that weekend camping trip with your college friends. And you certainly didn't mean to bring back an unwelcomed guest. But from then, wherever you go, you now have two shadows following you.

Warnings: Murder, Drug use, Slight mentions of depression

[10 Years Ago]

As two cars pull up along the beach of an emerald lake, a group of conspicuous looking men step out. A gruntled yet muffed shout came from the back of one of their trunk , only to grow louder as they opened.

"Line him up over there", one of the men demanded. Grabbing the bound males body before chucking him onto the rough gravel. A low yelp of pain erupted from the male as the rocks dug into his skin. Coming to his bearings the man gets up into his knees, his blind fold losed from the the fall. His burgundy hued glare was calculated, filled with hatred and wrath towards the unopened car in front of him.

One of the men opened said door, reviling a rather slimming gentleman in white, doaned in gold rings and a chain. He ignored the man's gaze in front of him as he lit a cigarette, breathing in only to let out a wheezy cough. Whether it was years of smoking or the coldness of this winter morning, it didn't matter, his voice carried a raspy undertone as he spoke.

"Mike, Mike, Mike", he repeated, taking a drag once more before he continued." Or should I say Miguel O'Hara, am I correct?". The gentleman finally meets Miguels gaze. Seeking some form of gratification from a surprise reaction, however was challenged by his unwavering cold stare.

The gentleman tisked.

"Miguel O'Hara, by day a renowned geneticist at alchemax, by night you steal their very own rapture and sell it directly to our...'goods and services". The man waffles as he begins to walk round Miguel slowly.

"It was simply a story to follow, so simple Miguel".

"But that was until you decided to change scripts on us and sell those shitting contaminated knockoffs!" He yells, flicking his cig at the tanned males face. The gentleman finally meets back to face Miguel, crouching down to meet at eye level.

"Can't have my clients dropping dead so quickly, really put at dint with my mens numbers too."

" But I like you Migs, I really do. It would be ashamed to get rid of such a valuable young man like yourself. And what if a few people ended up as food for the rats, it's just business" He chuckles.

He placed his hand on Miguel's shoulder as he continued.

"whatever "this" is can easily go away you know. You can go back and keep retelling your same story over and over for us. If you only just tell me where the real drungs are." The man firmly gripped onto Miguel shoulder, nails digging in just enough to give pain through his shirt. Yet Migs cold gaze continues to remain.

"Tell me, cause as lord as my witness I know you still have them. Where's the real rapture".

"Go.To.Hell" Miguel spits with venom.

"Oh believe me I'll be there soon" Then weakly laughs, before coming to a coughing fit. But he manages to recollect himself. " Ah well then, I actually really hope it would come to this". He smiles wickedly.

For the first time, Miguel broke his facid, confusion crossed his face as an uneasiness begins to fester looking at the man before him.

The gentleman snaps his fingers.

"Boys"

A group of men shuffled through the backseat. Emerging out they cradled a small, limped child. From the moment Miguel first saw her body, he lost it.

"Gabi?, Gab!!!" Miguel shouted as he tried to run to her, but he couldn't even get the chance to stand as two men held him down. Frustrated he grunts and curses bursted out as he called out to her. Yet meet with no response. Not even a stir.

"Let's try this again-"

"What did you do to her you bastard !??" Miguel shouted, tossing and kicking his way free proved frivolous. Merely it served to delight the gentleman. A sadistic grin edged his face. Finally he got to see the fear in the young man who betrayed him.

"She's drugged. Simply asleep at the moment. Don't worry Miguel I ain't that heartless for a child to experience these things. I just need her here to make you more compliant."

His henchmen placed the child into their boss's right arm, while his other hand being free, reaches into his pocket.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to your daughter. Best not to test me Miguel. My hands... Are shaky with age." He says as he grabs a knife to her neck, pressure applied to her skin yet not enough to slice it.

Miguel frivolous struggle came to a hault. Jaw tensed out of needed compliance, gritting his teeth with a mixture of frustration and worry. He needed to be calm and collective, for his daughters sake.

"Good, good". The boss was pleased at Miguel's commitment to restrain himself. He waited for Miguel's response.

"I don't have them." Miguel says plainly.

"Oh?!" The man says in fake shock, as he flicks the knife as a gesture for Miguel to cut the crap.

"Im telling the truth. I gave you your rapture to your lackies as usual. I didn't cheap you out. Why would I? There's no benefit in double crossing you, every crime lord in this city and the next knows that. Look whatever happened between shipments doesn't concern me, I don't have no control over your men." Miguel tries to reason with him. Though rather poorly. He was never a good at controlling the way he phrase things to make it sounded more sweater or the the other persons liking. He does spend most of his days in his private lab after all.

But Miguel was in fact telling the truth. He never would have thought he would end up as a supplier to a well known underground criminal syndicate. But that all changed when his daughter fell ill. Despite his law biding job paying well, it wasn't enough to cover all her medical costs. He was desperate. Rapture leaking into the market too early anyway, becoming a very popular drug; and so he had to do what he though it was right by any means necessary to save her. But what good did that do. He couldn't protect her from his other life. Despite everything, he never knew it would lead to this.

Whoever double crossed him had to know that he was going to quit this side gig. And no one's quites this. Miguel wanted to leave the cesspool of the city once Gabi was getting better. And had to be sneaky about it. Until the time being, he was stuck being someone's drug mule.

He just hoped the boss believed his words.

It didn't.

"Don't you think I've looked into it on my side. Everyone that day had an alibi. Camera checked. All the sorts. But when I'd looked into you, do you know what I got? Nothing. Causes everything you did that day was wiped off every system. No camera, no signs of transaction. Heck it looked like you didn't even go to your job to even get us our goods Miguel."

All Miguel could do was just stare at the boss, he had nothing to say. What could he have said?

The man signed

"Oh I'm sorry Miguel"

"Para, oh Dios, no, no, no!!"

And just like that, time slowed down for Miguel. To witness the absolute horror no father should experience. To be so utterly helpless in protecting his child.

With one swift motion the man sliced her neck, blood spewing along skin, dripping pearls down onto the ground.

"Gabi !" Miguel cried. He tried to, anything, to go to her. He struggled. He tugged against his constraints as well as the men holding him down. But it only lead to gravel being kicked around. She was just out of reach.

"But really this is all your fault". The gentleman drops her limp body without a care. She tumbled over, landing a few meters before her father. Whatever universal grace Miguel got in this situation was that her face was shielded away from his sight. He never got to see her tears.

His body trembled as he slumped down. Not once did he took his eyes off her. His own heart beat drums out the wheezing laughter from her killer.

A million thoughts traveled his head in a matter of seconds. 'He should have never got into this business'. ' Who double crossed him'. 'Why did they have to kill her?' 'Shes innocent'.

'Its all his fault'

'Its his fault'

'Its his fault'

'ITS HIS FAULT'

"Get on with it then" He says in defeat.

"Oh no no Miguel, I won't be so merciful with you." He says as one of his henchmen delivers a brief case.

Opening it he reveals a large injecting gun filled with cloudy green liquid. He flicks the gun, looking at the way the liquid sloshes back and forth, before meeting back to Miguel gaze.

"I think you know what this is." He snarks as he walks up to his defeated form and stabs is arm. Miguel does not retaliate, why should he. He lost the very thing he cherished the most. There's no point in trying to escape when he has no need to live anymore.

Miguel hisses from the jap as the green liquid drains from the syringe into his veins. Almost instantly the effects take affect. Miguels heart rate increases as his breaths get shorter and shorter, as if lungs were clogged. The boss signaled his henchmen to let go of him. There was no need to restrain him, the scorching heat burning throughout his body cause him to curl in pain. An agonizing screams spewed out amongst his gasps. The agony felt like hours but carried out in just minutes.

As his vision was going black, barely, just barely he glaces at his daughter that lays beside him on the gravel.

"Ga-gabi." He whispers.

Whatever little strength he had left he used it to drag his weakening body across the dirt. With each movement the serum flowed through his blood stream faster, burning his insides. But he did not care.

"Lo siento mi hija".

He manages to reach out, shaking fingers ghosts her hand, trying all his might to hold onto hers. But his strength wasn't enough.

He remained holding her hand.

Until his spark finally burned out.

"How touching" The gentleman sneared as he wiped the blood off the knife with a handkerchief before waking back to his car.

"What should be do with the bodies, boss" one of his men questioned.

"Tisk, dump them in the lake for all I care, just make it look like a bloody accident." He waved off.

This was not how the story was supposed to go but I like a bit of a back story for our sad spooky guy. I haven't proof read this so I'll re-edit once I push out a few chapters. The next chapter will be reader centric. If you have any ideas how you want the story to go feel free to suggest it, I like sharing ideas and providing a different view on things.

Thanks for reading!!

[spywhitney]

Hobie Gives You Oral While You're Sick in Bed

"Are ya goin' swallow when I come, princess?"

"Y-yes. I'll take whatever you give me, Hobie."

[fruitmilkshake]

Mini gang 𖤐

Nothing better than shipping your own character with canon characters ^ ^ (I'm going to die alone 🫠)

[bimbos-are-angels]

Requests are open, Ill be trying to do smaller fics and blurbs now just because of my new schedule❤

[dreamstate4you]

The Day the music Died.

-Miguel O'Hara

-3.3k words

-angst

Part 1 [discontinued]

"This is it...

This is my best. I am doing my best.

Every day, I get up, I get dressed, I feed myself.

I try to breathe in and out. I force myself to stop by Gabriella's room... And I think about how sorry I feel for little Gabriella because she will never remember Miguel's laugh.

Or the way he smiled,

or what it is to be hugged in his arms.

I feel even sorrier for myself because, most of the time, all i am thinking is that I can't leave Gabriella alone in this world to be with my husband.

Miguel was the air that I breathed and now there is no air."

Chapter 1

" We're sorry for your loss."

"You'll figure this out."

"It's a shame he was murdered."

The same old words were repeated to me. All in the same tone, a tone that held pity.

Everytime they said it, I smiled sadly at them. I was a widow. I was mourning.

I wore black, a colour of death. The death of my husband , Miguel, he was murdered.

When I first heard the news I thought I was in a nightmare. That I would wake up any second and be rescued as I find myself in his warm embrace ,but all I felt was the cold air next to our bed.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. I can't believe it.

I have seen his body, his could lifeless body ,but I won't believe it.

I cried myself to sleep for two nights until I decided that these tears wouldn't help me. I hoped that if I stopped crying then he would come back.

He had to come back to me and Gabriella.

"Isabella." Lola's voice broke me from my trance. I looked at her. I couldn't trust my voice to talk fearing that it would break.

"It's time to go home. Gabriella is already sleeping in my car." Lola must have noticed how I didn't move. I was looking at her direction ,but my eyes could not see her. Her voice was being overpowered by the silence.

"Come." Lola held my hand. Patient with me and guiding me to her car. Away from the grave yard, away from his grave.

Lola opened the car door for me. I stepped in and looked at Gabriella who was cradled up into a ball. She didn't understand what was happening. A child so young who just lost her father.

Tears were beginning to threaten to fall. I tried to push them back. I really did, but a few drops became rebellious and fell. I wiped them away as quick as I could. Blinking at a furious pace and looking up so no more could fall.

"Isa, it's okay to mourn." Lola said besides him.

"I know. I'm fine Lola. Honestly I am." I lied through my teeth. What can I say. What was I supposed to say. I'm not fine everyone knew that I'm not fine ,but what could they do. Nothing. The can't do anything.

Lola didn't pry further. She drove us home. My cold, empty home. A home without the person who made it home.

"You sure you'll be able to take her to school tomorrow. I can do it. I won't mind." Lola spoke as I cradled Gabriella into my arms. She was still asleep ,but she held onto my clothes. It seemed like a third sense of hers. She's scared I'd leave her.

"I'm fine Lola. i promise to contact you if anything comes up." Lola gives me a look from inside the car.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I seemed to convince her for now. Lola rolled her car windows closed and drove off. I watched her car disappear into the sunset. I wished to stay where I was. Stay here and not move.

I didn't want to walk through that door and find the house empty. I didn't , I couldn't, I won't...

Regards I slowly walked to the porch clutching into Gabriella's sleeping body. The outside lights were off ... maybe Miguel forgot to turn them on. Maybe he was inside waiting for me.

I found myself rushing to open the door. Shifting Gabriella's body on one side as I fumbled with the keys once I opened the door and switched on the lights... nothing. It was empty.

It was cold

It was lifeless.

With heavy footsteps I climbed upstairs and it felt like climbing a mountain. I put Gabriella to sleep in her bed. Making sure to kiss her forehead to scare her nightmares away.

Once I was done and closed her door. It was time to go to our...no my room. I held onto the doorknob. Not turning it. Not letting go. I was frozen in place.

Miguel should be in there right? He had a long day at work and he was so tired that he just went to bed, right?

Opening the door and the cold air hit me like a truck. The bed was still as messy as I left it and my Miguel was not there.

I felt hallow. I refuse to cry. I won't cry. I shouldn't cry... I don't want to cry.

Involuntary of my wil my body sank into the ground. Instinctively my hands covered my face as I sobbed into them.

My Miguel wasn't here. My Miguel wasn't here. My Miguel isn't here.

I felt like my body, mind and soul were being ripped apart, put back together and ripped apart again.

"No. No. No. Miguel no. Don't do this to me. Please don't do this to me." I was begging to whoever was listening. God , angels, demons. I didn't care. I wanted him back. I can't live without him. I can't deal with another day without waking up in his arms.

Im afraid, lonely and in pain. I've lost my world. I've lost the person who made the world hold colour.

I sat there , against the door, holding my gaze with the messy undone bed.

Miguel always kept the house tidy and clean. It had order.

Seconds, minutes then hours had passed as I laid against the wall staring at that bed that haunted me.

The time? What time was it? I did not know how much time had passed. I did not want to know.

But I should try...for Gabriella.

I reached for my purse. It felt like my hand was graping something far away. I got hold of it and looked for my phone...my phone...the phone that held a polaroid photo of our wedding day.

I turned the phone to look at the polaroid. His smile...his smile that I'll never see again.

I felt myself slipping away. It felt like I was falling in an endless pit.

I tried. I really did try to get out of the pit ,but reality kept pulling me deeper into the abyss. And abyss where I had to realize that Miguel is gone. My Miguel is gone and I would never see him again... Or I could.

The dark thoughts clouded my mind ,but they pulled me out of the abyss. Frantically I stood up and rushed to the bathroom counter.

Pills

Pills

Pills

I held the white bottle of sleeping pills. A strong dios the doctor prescribed for Miguel when he was having trouble sleeping. They knocked him out until the next day. That was just one pill.

I poured the pills on my hand. They weren't a lot but a handful. They were enough, enough to let me sleep for an eternity, enough to let me see my Miguel.

"Mama." Gabriella knocked on the bathroom door. "I need help with picking my clothes." Gabriella opened the bathroom door.

I dropped the pills. I heard them scatter away. My way out of this torture was now on the floor.

For a second I stood frozen in shock. Gabriella, our Gabriella, my Gabriella... I was going to leave her in this world alone.

"Of course honey." I put on the best smile I could. It must have looked like a crooked smile to Gabriella, but my amazing daughter did not hesitate and lead us back to her room.

Her room. Her messy room that she would clean up with Miguel every Sunday evening.

I went to her closet and picked an outfit for her day at school. Her favourite Jean with a flower embroidery and a light sweater. I put and extra jacket in her back pack incase it got cold.

"You also need to change mommy. You can't take me to School in yesterdays clothes." She said to me swinging her legs as she tempered with her cloudy clock.

The cloudy clock. Miguel was so excited when he bought that for her. My poor Gabriella promised to use that cloudy clock until she was old and grey.

Oh this is unfair. My Miguel. My sweet Miguel you promised to be there to watch our Gabriella grow up, to scare her first boyfriend when she brought him home.

"There you go honey." I place the clothes I picked out for her on her bed. She took them and skipped her way to the bathroom.

I wondered... How is Gabriella feeling. She is a child. She's only six. We tried to tell her that her father isn't coming back. That her father is gone ,but she...she...she keeps telling us that her father promised that even if it took years he would come back to her.

Stupid Miguel. He's making this hard for us, for me.

I looked around her room. Going to the corner to being out her backpack for school. Inside was her soccer uniform. Miguel would often coach her in soccer, he told me he'd make her the best soccer player in the universe.

I sniffed as my nose felt clogged. The silent tears landing on my palms as I failed to control them. I feel to my knees ,clutching Gabriella's uniform as I sob.

When will this pain end.

I'm trying. No I'm not trying.

I need to accept it. Accept that Miguel is gone ,but I can't. I just can't. A part of me hopes that he'll come back home to me, to us, to the family that we built.

"Mama." Gabriella hugged me from behind. Lightly putting her hands on my shoulders as if I was a fragile piece of glass that would break.

I was pathetic. How can a parent allow their own child to see them like this. I quickly whipped my tears away.

"Gabriella. You're- you're done changing."

"Mama-"

"Mama is okay honey. Come on" I kneeled down to face her level. "Let's go pick mama's outfit. I picked yours and you pick mine."

Gabriella smiled at me . Our bright daughter. Our amazing daughter.

We both walked to me room. Gabriella slowly opened the door as if someone was inside and she didn't want to disturb them. It seemed to be a habit she picked up. We would always wake up early in the house while Miguel slept till lunch time.

I watched as Gabriella stood still in her foot steps , looking at the messy bed in a distance. She still held onto the door knob. It seemed like she was frozen in place.

"Honey-"

She shook her bed and bounced to my dresser. I followed her. I wanted to sit down on the bed ,but I couldn't bring myself to move as I watched my daughter go through my clothes.

"Ah here." She held out her favorite summer dress I often wore to our family vacations.

"Ah Gabriella that's a summer dress. You know it's too cold these days." I dismissed the idea. She seemed to not listen because she went to our shared closet- my closet now.

She opened it to reveal most of Miguel's hanged clothes. Gabriella took a deep breath staring at the clothes. Oh it broke my heart to see her in such a state.

She shook her head once again and pulled down one of Miguel's blue and red puffer jacket.

"Wear this." She placed it no top on the dress. Giving me a crocked smile.

"Mama." Her tone changed as she saw that I was staring at the jacket she picked out for me intensely. "Mama. Papa always said that he'd come back."

"Gabby." I sat on the bed putting my hands in on my face to cool my eyes down. I could not cry, no ,not infront of her. I must try to be strong. "Papa is not coming back."

"No mama. He always said that he'd come back! He said it could be one day, one week or even years ,but he promised to come back so don't be sad!" Gabriella screened at me. I looked at her and looked.

She...she-

"Now wear your clothes or we're going to be late for school." She walked around the bed and closed the door for me to change.

I sat on the bed bewildered.

I need to be strong. I have to be strong. I can't let Gabriella be unhappy because of me, but I can't find the strength without Miguel.

My Miguel.

My Miguel is gone. Right now I have Gabriella. My daughter. Our daughter. I should try.

Please let my try. Anyone who's listen please give me the strength to try.

I decided to grab the clothes she picked out for me and walk out of my room to go change into into the bathroom.

When I opened the bathroom door I expected to see the remains of the pills from earlier ,but when I looked I saw them swapt away in the corner of the bathroom.

Gabriella must have done that...

What was I thinking. I groaned in my hands. Feeling my eyes get warmer once again.

What kind of parent was willing to kill herself and leave her child alone.

I walked outside the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. I guess I'll be changing in here.

I changed into the clothes Gabriella had picked for me. Miguel's scent that lingered in his jacket strongly effected my nose . It felt like he was close. It felt like he was embracing me. It felt like I was being taunted.

I ignored the feelings and stopped by Gabby's room. She wasn't here.

I started to panic. I walked into her room checking behind the door and behind the bed.

"Gabriella!"

"Mama?" I heard her voice from the stairway. I quickly left her room and saw her standing in the stairway.

I quickly ran to her and embraced her. I was afraid that she left me...like Miguel.

I pulled away from her hug and took her face in my hands.

"Mama is okay now." I spoke with my mouth full of spit. My eyes red and hot and my nose that was stuffy. " Wow you even did your ponytail perfectly." I stand up and look at her neatly done hair.

I heard the tv from downstairs Playing.

"We're you watching tv?" I ask her. She nods in returns and walks down the stairs to continue with her tv show.

I walked behind the kitchen counter to prepare for Gabriella's lunch. I opened the cabinet and found it empty.

I checked the fridge and the only thing left was food that had spoiled and half cut vegetables.

I let out a big sigh.

"Gabby. Is it fine if I give you lunch money? You can ask one of the teachers to go with you and buy food from the vendors outside the school."

I Pat down the jacket pockets looking for my phone which I did not find. I came to realize that it was still upstairs and the battery had probably died because I had not charged it.

I decided that I would just tell the teacher when I drop her off at school. I made a mental note of that.

"Come on Gabriella, let's go." I grabbed the car keys and observed Gabriella jump off the sofa to grab the remote. Switching the TV off and walking towards the kitchen chairs where she grabbed her backpack.

"You have everything?" I questioned her referring to the backpack. She nodded her head at me "yeah."

Both of us walked out and stood infront of the garage door. I pressed the button so the door could open.

Outside the wind was chilly. Not too chilly to make you shiver and make your teeth clutter,but enough to give you a Chill that passes by.

The door opened and Gabriella immediately climbed into the back set. I walked to the drivers side. Trying to not look at the other car, Miguel's car. His car that would just sit in the Garage unless I got rid of it.

I climbed into the car and put my head by the starting wheel. Taking a deep breath before securing myself with the driver seat.

I looked in the rearview mirror to see Gabby also snapping her seatbelt in place.

I collected my thoughts. Taking deep breaths every few seconds. I touched the car Screen tablet and I saw the time.

7:49

We were slightly late. Gabriella's school started at eight.

I started to drive to The school making sure to go at a fast but safe speed. I turned on the radio and immediately heard the channel talking about Spiderwoman.

I continued to drive, Gabriella looked out the window, once I arrived at the school I took out some money from the car Cabin and handed it to Gabriella.

She thanked me grabbing the money as she opened the car door.

I also opened the door and saw her homeroom teacher standing at the gate.

I waved at her and she waved back. I could already see it in her eyes what her next words would be. I reacted fast and spoke first.

"I gave her some lunch money. So be-"

"Oh yeah we got it miss O'Hara."

She cut me off from speaking. She must have pitted me to think that I could not speak for myself. I knew that smile. That half hearted smile she gave me.

I tried to ignore it and looked at Gabriella who was standing by the teachers side.

"I'll see you after school." I told her in a calm voice. Usually Miguel would pick her up after school if she was not busy ,but...things have changed.

"Bye mama." She waved goodbye to me. Turning around to run inside the building. The teacher stood still. She seemed to be debating with herself about her next words to me.

"Miss O'hara." Here it comes, I thought. "I'm sorry for your loss." Bingo there it is.

I tried to smile at her. Those words I heard at the funeral. The words that keep reminding me how I lost my Miguel, my world. The words that confirm my worst fear. The fear that I'm now alone in this world.

I gave up on trying to smile and just nodded my head. Heading back into the car and driving back home.

The drive back was silent. I did not turn on the radio. I allowed the car to be silent ,but somehow it felt louder than any other days.

I parked the car in the garage and waiting. Seconds then minutes passed. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I had to go inside the house. I can't, I can't ,but I must try.

I walked to the door And opened it. The house was quiet. No sound, no life, no Miguel.

I closed the door behind me and placed my hand on the kitchen counter. Holding onto the counter I kneeled and held my head down. Letting the tears Flow from my eyes freely. I allowed myself to cry. I cried for a lot of things ,but mostly for Miguel. My Miguel.

[dxndxrxvxbe]

SpiderSona

Spider sona #1 vivid-spider / Kiara drew

- she’s 16

- her hair tied up to look like cat ears under her suit

- after the spider bite, insted of her getting the “spidey sense” when danger is near, she sees the world in bright vibrant colors hence her suit

-she lost her parents before she could even remember their faces so she lives with her aunt, Petra

- she was already apart of the spider society and she travels to different verses to hang out with Gwen and cedar (oc)

- when she uses her webs they start nuof clear but after she attaches them to something they turns multi colored

I’ll draw art for her and add more hcs for her🧡💛💙💗💚

[guilty-pleasures21]

The roommate

Note: fem!reader × roommate!Miguel

Part 1

Part 2

BONUS! Halloween story!

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex.

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Roommate!Miguel who sneaks you away from the party, the both of you stumbling down the street as you stop every once in a while to share a sweet kiss. He pounces on you immediately when you finally reach the privacy of your own apartment, his lips moving hungrily against yours, his hands roaming across your body, stroking and squeezing you through the thin material of your dress. He walks you backwards into his bedroom, the space decorated with little signs of you: the colourful bedsheets you'd bought him after complaining about the dullness of his room, the neatly framed posters you'd dragged him to the library to get printed out, the fluffy blanket he'd stolen from you when you'd finally finished knitting it after working on it for three months. He tosses you onto his bed and as you gaze up at him, lips twisted into that saccharine smile he loves so much, he swears his heart melts into a puddle in his chest.

Roommate!Miguel who's so gentle as he thrusts himself into you, his strokes slow and deep, his swollen cock brushing against your walls and stuffing you up so very nicely. He nibbles on your neck as he kneads your breasts with his large hands, your soft skin glistening all over with his saliva and your sweat. You wrap your arms around his neck, tilting his head up to yours and he speeds up the movements of his hips as you kiss him deeply.

Roommate!Miguel who's secretly still your roommate when you bring him home during summer break to meet your family. He went straight to the guest room like a gentleman, desperate to make a good impression on your parents. But you'd snuck into his room after everyone had gone to bed, unable to fall asleep without his strong arms wrapped around you. You tiptoe over to the bed and slide under the covers, crawling on top of him and snuggling yourself against his chest. "¿Cariño?" he murmurs, finally able to get comfortable now that your soft little body is pressed against his, your curves supporting his arms and legs as he curls himself around you. "Your parents ..." "I'll get up before they do," you assure him, your heart fluttering at how important your parents' approval is to him.

Roommate!Miguel who still can't believe that he gets the chance to wake up every morning with his beautiful and kind and intelligent little roommate all snuggled up in his arms. His heart thuds in his chest as he watches you walk around the kitchen in your shorts and his shirt, you hair tied up in a messy bun to reveal your adorably scrunched up features as you mix the batter for your vanilla cupcakes. You bake whenever you get stressed, the careful process of measuring out the ingredients and mixing everything in the perfect order focusing your thoughts and calming you down. He moves around the kitchen island and helps you put the trays in the oven before spinning around and pinning you against the counter. "I can think of another way to help you relax, princesa," he murmurs, smiling against your lips. You wrap yourself around him as you kiss, letting him lift you up onto his waist and carry you over to your bedroom.

Roommate!Miguel who's still your roommate after all these years, just in a bigger house, with a ring on his finger that matches your own and three other little roommates who race around the house everyday. Thank god for that administrative mix-up 😪.

Tags: @safixiovi @amberbalcom14 @shack-wheel-oneal

[hrhmimieucliffe]

More NSFW one this time, but...Hear me out...Miguel as some kind of Greek God or something and You're a Goddess who's the complete opposite of him so like he's the God of Pride and Strength and Chaos or something so he's just kind of a self-obsessed a-hole and you're just the Goddess of Love and Nature and all things good idk and you're very gentle, loving, patient and soft spoken (ik there's already ones for that but just imagine there aren't) and to everyone else, you don't get along much at all cause he's all "grr you goody two shoes, why do you keep fixing the chaos I cause for the humans?" And you're all "Peace and love, man," but behind closed doors, he secretly ravages you over and over every night and worships you and treats you as if you're the only one that is above him when no one is around, but he would never admit it otherwise. (Yes that's Oscar in the first picture🧎🏾‍♀️👩🏾‍🦯)

Yall probably just wonder wth goes on in my mind 😭💀

[redr0sewrites]

Since i saw that you are writing about ITSV/ATSV can i request something about Hobbie x F reader who has opposite life and aesthetic? They have so much in common but at the same time they are so oppositive like the reader play the piano and dress like old money girl aesthetic?

YESSSSS I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!!!

🥀Cw: none, just fluff!!!

listen, we all know Hobie isn't big on labels or commitment, but when itt comes to you? he's genuinely WHIPPED like you are HIS girl

you guys definitely have an opposite couples aesthetic, with him being so spunky and outgoing while you are much more calculating and reserved. he's great at getting you to loosen up a little, and you end up being the one keeping him in check!!

listen, the old money aesthetic is all about looking classy and refined, and Hobie is the exact opposite of that. he probably thought you were a bit snobby when he first met you, but felt bad about making assumptions once he genuinely got to know you and realized how sweet you are

Hobie probably finds your style really interesting, the same way you find his style intriguing. whenever he sees clothes that you'd like or accessories that match your style, he always buys steals them for you!!!!

once he learns you know how to play the piano??? he's SMITTEN. he seems like he'd enjoy a partner who can play an instrument, and would love to just listen in and hum along as you play. he would let you teach him how to play piano, but only if you let him teach you how to play guitar as well!!!

Hobie would give you SOOOO many song recommendations to play, and in turn he'd play some songs for you!!

your guys' music tastes definitely make an impact on eachother. you've got him listening to lana del ray and laufey, which is SO out of character for him!!! he ends up actually enjoying some of ur music taste, even though he'd never admit it. in the meantime, you're music taste has now been expanded and bands like Three Days Grace, Meatloaf, INXS, and Green Day are now in your playlists !!!

Hobie keeps you up to date on a lot of activism and stuff like that, and would def bring you to punk rallies and rock concerts even though you don't fit in at ALL. everyone knows not to mess with you tho because he always stays nearby, and his hand is practically glued to your waist all night

since you're so fem, Hobie would TOTALLY let you do his makeup!!!! if you ever need to practice, or your trying out a new lip combo or mascara, he's more than willing to be your muse !!!

Hobie is the life of the party, he's genuinely so chaotic and all ober the place, and more often than not you're the one making sure he doesn't go too far. especially if you are in the spider society, theres been a multitude of times where you've had to put a hand on his shoulder and restrain him from fucking DECKING miguel (lmao)

on the flip side, he convinces you to loosen up a little and be yourself. you don't have to be perfect all the time, and when you're around Hobie, you can always be yourself. he genuinely loves you sooo much, flaws and all

you guys are genuinely SUCH a power couple- opposites attract fr ‼️

RAHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! sorry this is so short i didn't really have any full fledged scenarios in mind but PLEEEASSSEEE feel free to request more!!!! i loved this req sm hehe- ive been FIGHTING a writing slump recently urgrhrhrg

[tonixe]

Hobie brown x mcbling spider gf?

— ☆ ℌ𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔵 𝔐𝔠𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔣

n.o.t.e.s - Ngl, im surprised I didn't think of the idea, but that is so Y2k. Tbh I thought you were talking about that kid from Johnny Test 💀.

w.a.r.n - Just some fluff n' drabbles

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Hobie Brown x Mcbling! spider women reader + drabbles

w.c - 288

✮ Having a sparkly diamond studded Spiderman suit is a must for you, and a bedazzled necklace, yes! Spiderman diamond belt-made, even better!

✮ - And matching headband, filled with diamonds and glitter, even your web fluid is glittery.

✮ Imagine just shopping with Hobie, he would be bombarded with bags and bags of clothes. As you go in every store, shopping, and shopping for hot pink clothes from juicy to true religion. All of them have to be bedazzled.

✮ Hobie and you would have, and I mean have to match juicy couture sweatpants and zip-up jacket, with a rhinestone spelling 'best couple' on the back. You would even decorate a matching guitar for him, with glitter, and sparkles. It's literally so bright, that it shines bright than the sun. Even though Hobie has to wear glasses to look at it, he would still enjoy it.

✮ Imagine surprising Hobie with the guitar, "It definitely has some sparkle darling, doesn't it" he said looking at the guitar, giving you a cheeky smile.

✮ Your suit would have a special nails on the hands-on your suit with stiletto-shaped nails, with rhinestones on them, helping you hang onto the roof and stick onto walls while fighting.

✮ Imagine fighting some villain with Hobie in another dimension, and you started wrapping the villain with rhinestone-studded rope and just taking pictures with the villain on your bejeweled phone case. And Hobie just staring at you spamming photos at the villain just chuckling at you, while the villain is just so confused.

✮ Stickers, just Playboy bunny stickers, iykyky.

✮ Imagine just hanging out with Hobie just having a little spa day with him, cucumbers on the eyes.

✮ MATCHING CYBERPUNK GLASSES.

[theroseceleste]

Helping Miguel Unwind - Part 1

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This was my 100 followers on Twitter giveaway prize. The winner said they were happy for me to publish it. They also gave me their OC's details which I then wrote into the scenario I had planned out for the milestone celebrations.

The OC is a half dragon, half human woman named Cordelia who helps out in Spider Society HQ. In this scenario, she helps Miguel O'Hara relax and unwind after a stressful day.

This IS a NSFW short story.

Enjoy!

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One late afternoon in Nueva York, the sun was already beginning to set over the bright futuristic city on Earth-928.

A tall, dominant building towered over other skyscrapers in the city skyline. This magnificent structure was full of spider people; superheroes who worked there, protecting the spider verse on a day to day basis.

Inside the control room in the Spider Society HQ; a half dragon, half human woman named Cordelia stared at bright orange screens, keeping an eye on the status of the spider verse. She stood at her own desk in her casual clothes - a red halter neck top and blue jeans. Her beautiful long tail swished occasionally as she moved her focus onto different screens at her desk; her metal tail cuffs scraping along the floor.

Behind her, a spider person named Margo zoomed around as an avatar - her human form was somewhere across the multiverse on her own Earth. She was hopping between workstations as she assisted in sending anomalies to their own universes.

Across the room stood the head of operations - Miguel O’Hara. A stern, moody character. Standing tall at six foot nine inches, his large muscular frame towered over his desk as he also observed the spider verse. His body was tense - even more so today than usual.

Cordelia could see Miguel try to stretch occasionally to ease the stiffness building in his neck and back; however no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t quite release that tension. This only darkened his mood; the weight of saving the multiverse rested on his shoulders, and it was starting to feel like it in a literal sense.

The half dragon’s bright blue eyes remained fixed on Miguel for a while; wandering over his frame, thinking of ways she would like to try and make him feel better - if he allowed her. She had known of him and the Spider Society for a while and had built up a bit of a rapport with Miguel. He might appear to be stern and no-nonsense most of the time, but he did hold a level of respect over Cordelia. She was working with the society, despite not being a spider person herself, and he was grateful for the help.

For the entire day, any of Cordelia’s questions to Miguel was met with short and to the point responses. Swallowing hard, Cordelia decided to make an attempt to lighten Miguel’s mood. Her large white ears twitched nervously as she approached Miguel.

“What is it, Cordelia?” he asked as he heard her approach, his gaze continued to stare at multiple orange screens. Her half-dragon’s claws on the floor gave her away

“You seem really stressed today, Miguel… I was just wondering if I can help at all?” she spoke softly.

With a sigh, he turned to face the assistant. He realised that perhaps he might have been rude to people today. Before he could say anything, an alert blared out within the control room. Lyla swiftly came into view over his left shoulder.

“I’ve found an anomaly on Earth-1549. It could interfere with a canon event,” the flickering AI informed him.

“Oh, for Christ sake,” Miguel muttered under his breath. This was just what he didn’t want. “Get Peter and Jess to meet me there as soon as possible,” the society leader barked as he punched the destination’s details into his watch. A red and orange glow lit the room as a portal opened up. With a determined look on his face, Miguel brushed past Cordelia as he strode towards the portal; his mask materialised before stepping through.

The portal disintegrated after Miguel had gone, leaving Cordelia alone. Her ears drooped slightly in disappointment before turning to face Miguel’s large desk. With a sigh, she began to watch the anomaly mission carry out. Miguel’s watch showed that he was now on Earth-1549.

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Many thanks for reading part 1. I will upload part 2 as soon as I can. I hope you enjoyed the start.

Liking and commenting would be greatly appreciated. Keep your eyes peeled for part 2!

Love, Rose Celeste xx