#Miguel O'Hara X Black OC

[raewrites42]

FALLING

SPOILERS FOR ATSV!!!!!!

This is my first story ever so you have been warned. I saw Across the spider-verse and am OBSESSED with Miguel O'Hara. This is my contribution to the fandom. I hope you like it. This is an OC story.

“Everyone keeps telling me how my story is supposed to go. Nah. Imma do my own thing. Sorry man, I’m going home” Miles says throwing Miguel off him. I see Miguel falling above me “Miguel!” I reach up to grab him and end up losing my grip on the train, falling with him. While falling I lost my grip on Miguel and fell out of the train tunnel. “AHAHAH!” I try to use the wed shooters that Peter B Parker made me only to realize…. I’m out of webs.

Hi, my names Taylor and I’m not a spider person. I’m from earth…. Actually, I don’t remember what earth I’m from. I don’t remember much of anything from my life before the spider squad. Apparently, I fell through a portal and landed here in the spider headquarters. Hobie was the one to find me unconscious in the cafeteria. When I woke up, I was in the medical wing of the spider headquarters. The first person to come into my room was Jess, asking how I felt and if I was hungry. She was so nice and welcoming I was starting to relax, until he came in. The door slammed open to reveal a hulking figure of a man aka, Miguel. Immediately he started off with the questions of, “who are you?” “Where did you come from?” “Why are you here?” “The fate of the universe blah blah blah” to be honest I stopped listening. He didn’t seem to like that, because when he saw I wasn’t answering questions his eyes got really red and he looked like he was going to lunge. Lucky Jess was there to calm him down or at the very least keep him at bay. They tried to send me home in the go home machine, but when it scanned my DNA, it said my universe didn’t exist. And I’ve been here with the spiders ever since. It took a while for Miguel to not look at me like I was the biggest mistake ever (thanks for taking the heat off me miles) but then somewhere along the way he started to tolerate me. Then when he started to open up more to me, we became friends. Then when he started to open up more to me is when the hugs started, then the cuddles and then came the forehead kisses. Then not long after that Miguel hated not having me by his side, he would always get irritated when I ran off to go hang out with Hobie or Peter B but to be fair he's Miguel, when is he ever not irritated. Peter B made me these web shooters so I could keep up with the rest of them and Miguel did not like that, went on a whole rant of how dangerous it was and how I could get hurt. Me being me I told him I’ll do what I want, and I’ll be fine and if I’m ever in any trouble their would always be a spider to save me. Never in a million years did I think that I would actually be in danger, because I knew Miguel would always be there to save me. Oh, how I wish I listened to him, then I wouldn’t be here now.

Falling, I’m falling and I’m out of webs. I hurriedly click my watch calling LYLA. “Yes! What’s up?” she says cheerly. Her attitude soon changes when she hears my distressed voice. “LYLA! Help me! I’m out of webs and I’m falling!” “OMG! OK, OK! HANG ON I’LL CALL FOR HELP” “Nothing to hang onto in the sky LYLA!”

LYLA pops up on all the Spider people’s watches screaming, “ATTENTION ALL SPIDER PEOPLE TAYLOR IS FALLING AND OUT OF WEBS! SHE NEEDS HELP!” It takes a second for all the spider people to process the message before they’re all leaping off the train going to save Taylor. Miguel, already in pursuit of Miles too far away to be able to help, he hears the message. A look of indecision falls upon his face before he shakes his head continuing to chase after miles. Thinking to himself, someone was going to catch her.

I can now see a sea of spider people above me. Thank God! Someone is going to save me, but I’m starting to see that the ground is getting close, and the spiders aren’t. I start screaming to LYLA, “they’re not going to make it!” “Yes, they are!” I wanted to trust her I really did, but I couldn’t. I started to panic and press anything on my watch. “Taylor what are you doing? You’re going to-” her voice is interrupted as my watch opens up a portal and I fall through it. It closes immediately, and I’m still falling to I keep hitting anything and the more I press on the watch the more portals I fall through. When I fall through this last portal the watch stops opening portals. (The Andrew Garfield Spiderman universe) I’m screaming in terror as the ground is coming closer. This was it, Goodbye Miguel I lo-. That thought is cut off as I feel arms wrap around me and I’m swinging through the air. I tightened my arms around my hero. “it’s ok I’ve got you” I hear an unfamiliar voice say. I peek at their face to see Spiderman, well a spiderman. Wait, I’ve seen this Spiderman before, what was his name oh yeah it was, “Peter!” Spiderman quickly looks down at me then swings us to a roof top. He drops me as soon as we land. I don’t even get the chance to enjoy being on solid ground before he is angrily webbing me up. “Who are you and how do you know who I am?” Not this again. I take a deep breath, “My name is Taylor and I know you because where I’m from you’re not the only spiderman.” He takes his mask off “You’re from the Multi-verse?” “Well technically its call the- you know what yes, yes I am and as fun as this conversation is I would like to go home.” He un-webs me and I stretch after what seems like forever. “How did you get here?” “With this.” I showed him my watch. “It allows me to travel to different universes and keeps me from glitching” “How did you figure it out?” he asks, looking at my watch in awe. I chuckle, “oh no I don’t have the first clue to how this works that credit goes to LYLA and Miguel.” “Who?” “Their my friends, well Miguel is kind of more than a friend, but we haven’t really talked about it yet, but we cuddle, and he gives me- “I stop talking as I see he is giving me a weird look. “they’re people back home, who I need to get back to. So.” I go to click my watch, and nothing happens. What the what? I click it again and nothing. “LYLA?” I tried to call her, and I got nothing. “I’m no genius, but isn’t something supposed to be happening?” Peter asks and I glared at him. “Yes, but I don’t know why it’s not working. Hello? Anyone there? LYLA? Miguel? Jess? Peter? Anyone?” No matter how much I called for anyone I got no response. I can feel my hands start to shake and tears start to well up in my eyes. I turn to Peter. “I don’t-” my voice breaks and Peter comes closer. “Hey, hey it’s ok. Don’t cry.” I am now sobbing into him as he has his arms wrapped around me. “we’ll figure it out.”

~BACK AT THE SPIDER HEAD QUARTERS~

Miguel walks up onto his platform angrily. Calling LYLA, “LYLA where’s Taylor, I wanted to check on her.” LYLA looks at Miguel nervously. “We don’t know.” “WHAT? What do you mean you don’t know?” “When she was falling, she started messing with her watch and after 7 portals her location stopped showing.” “So, give me her last location so I can get her.” “that’s the thing Miguel, we checked that universe, she’ not there.” “What are you saying LYLA?” he said in an eerie voice. “We don’t know where she is and have no way to track her, because her watch stopped working.” A look of disbelief goes across Miguel’s face, “Do we even know If she’s alive?” “there’s no way for us to know that. I’m sorry Miguel.” LYLA disappears and Miguel is left to himself. Miguel lets out a scream of anguish, throwing anything he can get his hands on.  screaming and thrashing until he tries himself out. Miguel goes to his monitors watching the playback of Taylor falling off the train and into a portal. Swearing to himself and to Taylor wherever she is that he’ll bring her back home. Then being angry at himself for ever letting her use those damn web shooters. Without those web shooters she would never have been on the train in the first place.

[majoruyeda]

✦ Commission artwork

[bruh-anator3000]

im obsessed with the Black Cat, I hope that's clear, too. and Miguel. And Logan and Wade, so what if we mashed them all up in a blender and see what happens?

Edit: I didn't mean for this one to get so out of hand, but it did, so its a short story now I guess.

Warnings: sexual themes, hella suggestive, SPOILERS HINTED from the new Deadpool, tension sexy styles, I might get Gambit '97 involved so we can listen to '4 big guys' for part two, it is a love triangle/square, trust and don't worry. Everyone's bisexual. No pronouns for reader used, but written w fem!reader in mind, that's why I'm saying bisexual, but this could just be gay for my amabs.

Parinings: Black Cat!reader x Miguel O'Hara x Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson (uh-huh. I said what I said)

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Like, you didn't want to bring your roommates along with you for this heist. God. You didn't even want their sticky fingers on the paper plans. But you were running low on rent, Blind Al was a bitch now that they suspended her coke supply, and your normal crew got sick!

Dr. Boris Korpse was the smartest man alive. He could hack any system, jimmy any lock, and blew the ones he couldn't up. Bruno wasn't the brightest, but he was the bravest. And he had the muscles to prove it. He was a great getaway driver, too. And they were sick.

Wade was smart... enough. Logan was... decently strong. Logan was more of a brute, actually. Careless with his strength when it came to it, but trusting Wade Wilson to drive you home safe? With his self destructive streak? It was safer to have him do the code cracking. Hopefully.

"I wonder how many people caught the earlier exposition is from the actual comics," Wade grunted under his mask, typing in a special security code into the keypad.

Looking around with furrowed brows, he did realize it was just you three, right? You glanced at Logan, wondering if he understood what Deadpool was saying. He only gave a slight shake of his head.

"It's a quick in and out," You reminded the two, walking past the gates as the hissed open, thanks to Wilson. How he knew the password so easily, you didn't know. He said something about 'writer being too lazy to build up to the reveal,' which made it 'easier to follow if he just knew.'

Logan grunted as he followed. It frightened you how well he could retain the plans you've gone over so many times this week. It was great for him, and for you! But also sucked, because they guy replacing your 'smart guy' still needed a refresher.

You take your stance beside the large bars hiding the painting. Idly looking around while Logan let out a primal roar as he pried the gap between the metal bars wider.

"I bet that's what it sounds like when you're close, huh?" Wade snickered, pinching the yellow fabric on his hips. You cringed for several reasons. Wade's constant immaturity. And, God's above, Logan's ridiculous outfit.

Honoring the X-men or not, the yellow was as bright as a trafficlight.

You slipped through the widened gap now, ignoring Wade's whistle behind you. "You do realize this is supposed to be a silent mission?" You sneered, now on the other side of the enclosure.

Wade shrugged. "Don't worry, peaches. Nothing bad ever happens to the sexy ones. Logan might get left behind, but you and me?" His mask hid the way he bit his lip and winked. It looked like he was just staring at you.

"Alright." You sighed and moved on. That was the best way to handle these two. They gave you no other choice. I mean, you could give in and fuck them, but you were planning to save that for later if they did a good job tonight.

With the painting carefully removed, the bars bent back in place, and Wade managing to keep his pants on for a few minutes, all that was left to do was leave. You had Logan carry the painting as you all ran back to the World War 1 exhibit - the way you entered through.

You made sure the two were in front of you the entire time. You couldn't risk them getting lost, their bulk and dead brains might break something if you weren't watching them carefully. And the red and blue lights glowing as you ran past were not any help.

You stopped dead in your tracks. That wasn't your normal bisexual lighting. There were no sirens, either.

You jogged back a few paces, stopping by the archway of one of the many halls in the museum. Face to face with the digital glow of a blue and red mask.

"Hey Spider," Grinning softly, you leaned on the doorway. The Spider-Man hung upside-down on his red wire webs, per usual. You didn't need to see his sexy face to see that stoic pout he always wore.

"Good evening." He greets in that deep voice, hinting with an accent you loved. The red outlines of his eyes squinting as you boop his nose. "Are we really going to do this tonight?" He scowls, and you swoon.

He flips down, landing on his feet. Broad shoulders and thin waist beautifully extenuated by the suit that was more code than fabric. Towering over you, red blades on the back of his forearms.

"At least take your mask off," You taunt. To which he does. When has Miguel ever denied that request? As infuriating as it was, it was also a very freeing day when the two of you finally put the suits aside and fu- talked. In bed.

His brown curls looked neat today. Dark red eyes watching your every move. That pout on his sharp angled face was too cute. He was so grumpy all the time.

He glances behind you, leaning over slightly to look at the damage you've done. "Portrait of Madame X?" He notes the missing piece of work. Thick brow arching in suspicion.

You shrug. "She's an idol of mine." An idol worth 20 million to your buyer. But he didn't need to worry his pretty little head about the details.

"Do you want a 10 second head start?" He offers, placing a hand by your head and leaning in. Keeping you between his hard chest and the wall. His lips parted with a slight smirk.

"Bub, where'd you go?" Logan's gruff voice grows closer. Wade skipping alongside him. Both of them stopping dead in their tracks at the sight of Miguel.

His mask quickly ripples into place and he steps back, snarling. "Who are you?" His eyes dart to the painting you were supposed to be stealing, in some other man's hold. Keeping his body towards and more in between to block you from the other two, he snarls.

"I am soaking wet right now." Wade groans softly, admiring this little stand off. He wasn't kidding, Spider-Man had been in his 'hit' list for a few years now.

Miguel bristles, back going tense. And as great of a view that was, you knew it meant trouble.

"No, they're with me." Grabbing his broad and beefy shoulder, you push him back. Accidentally putting yourself in the middle of this odd triangle you've created.

Miguel glowers at you. "My regulars were out. I needed an extra hand." You shrug it off. That's all they were. Extra hands. In a heist. You totally weren't going to make out with them on the car ride home.

Tension thick, your shoulders weigh down as you look at all three of the men. A tinge of embarrassment hits you as you realize how similar their figures looked. You definitely had a type.

Wade breaks it up, or attempts to with another sentence you don't exactly understand. "Jesus, if the writer would get over themselves, I would fuck you two so hard." He gestures to Logan and Miguel. Earning an angry grunt from both of them that just seems to further his excitement.

"I'm so pissed we have to wait for a part two."

"Part two? Of what?" You raise a brow, looking at Wade.

He waves a hand. They don't get it.

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But you do. And if you want a part two, please let me know! This was just an idea festering (that got out of hand a little) and I'm not sure what to make with it just yet. I also need a title for this, so if you guys have any suggestions, please let me know. Love you!

[melancholymetropolis]

"Say it," Miguel O'Hara growled into my ear. "Say what I want to hear."

His larger hand gently squeezed the sides of my neck, enough to make my mouth fall open and to have me panting like a bitch in heat. My nails dug deep crescent shapes onto his forearm to steady myself. My other hand was planted flat against the control panel, right next to his. My knee was propped up onto the flat surface with my back arched against his torso. 

His hot body was colliding against mine at a rapid pace. The long girthy member tore through me quicker than the speed of light and I couldn’t think straight.

"F-F-Fuck y-you," I stammered, quivering beneath him.

A deep chuckle resonated through the massive man. "You shouldn't have said that, Y/N."

Miguel quickly spun me around to face him. He planted my ass into the edge of the control panel and hiked my legs up onto his waist. His spider suit was still partially covering his body. The top was hiked up over his lower abs, while his pants were just low enough to free his cock.

Mr. O'Hara shoved the member right back into my sopping cunt. Earning a gasp out of me. One of his hands gripped the edge of the flat surface, while the other found a new position. His right hand hooked around my back and took hold of my braids from the root. He cocked my head back at a near-painful angle, exposing my jugular. 

Miguel started to ram the member into me, faster than before. My whole body jolted and spasmed from the sheer force of the thrusts. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as hot pants fell from my mouth.

"Oh God yes!" I said, drool spilling from my lips. "Just like that!"

The new position had placed the beautiful rod of pleasure directly against my G-spot. The massive member was annihilating the spongy area every chance it got. My pussy oozed in response. It fluttered and tightened around the brooding man, earning a groan from him.

A curse fell from his lips as his thrusts became a little sloppy. Miguel was reaching his peak. It was only right after he fucked me for almost an hour straight. So much for a quickie.

The massive man slammed his hand against the flat surface and placed a searing kiss on my lips. He loosened the grip on my hair and wrapped an arm around my waist. I hooked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Our sweaty chests were pressed together as our thighs trembled. 

Suddenly, I turned my head away from his lips, offering my neck to his. The climax was inching closer and closer by the second. My nails dug into his back, clawing the elastic fabric of his suit. His sharp teeth grazed my neck in response, causing me to shudder underneath me. 

I wanted him to bite me. To drain me while he filled me with his seed. 

But he never did.

Coward.

The climax hit my body like a wrecking ball. My entire being tensed. My trembling thighs came to a staggering halt. My nails deeper into his shoulder blades as my heels sunk into his plump ass. I had squeezed my eyelids shut and kept my mouth wide open. My face was pointing to the ceiling, I could feel the cool light gracing my eyelids. Miguel’s thrusts never stopped. He kept the dangerous pace as I clung to his body for dear life. After about five tremendous seconds, I felt like I could finally breathe.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped in one big breath. “Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

I lifted my head up and pressed it against Miguel’s shoulder. I hooked my arms firmly around his torso, wanting to be close to him. My heartbeat was hammering against his cool chest. My heavy breath fanned his ear. The man shuddered in response. His hips, also, came to an abrupt halt. His entire being tensed. Miguel’s breath hitched as warm, thick cum shot out of him. It filled my empty womb entirely. I groaned at the lustful sensation and pressed soft kisses on his neck.

His strong arms circled my plus body and held me closer than he ever had, My heart leaped from such tenderness, but I quickly shot it down. I wouldn’t get my hopes up. I knew better when it came to Miguel. Without meaning to, he always found a way to disappoint me.

“No,” I said, finally. “I will not join your spider society.”

“Oh,” he replied in shock. “That’s not what I was expecting.”  He lifted my face from his should and took my chin between his fingers. “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed, Y/N.”

“Well,” I pulled away, hopping off the ledge. “Join the club.”

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I know I lie more then sza but ya girl being settling into a new job.

Imma be posting soon. I promise.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Can we take a moment and talk about

Miguel, Hobie, and the Black!Reader

a.k.a Black Men aren't the only one who date black women so why are there only Black!Readers for black characters????

Don't think anyone has said it but I would like to see Miguel with some Black readers/Black OCs.

Like, I wanna see Miguel with a Boujee black woman, a loud one, a meek one, a stallion, a petite one-

I just wanna see Miguel x Black!Readers and Miguel x Black!OCs.

Black people are everywhere, in every fandom.

So black readers should be giving rep everywhere - not just with radical black characters like Hobie

Black women and black people in general IRL have our features demonized or looked down upon. In media, in the beauty industry, the fashion industry, hair industry, you name it. Our skin tones are 'too dark' to match well with makeup, our bodies too curvy or different, or hair too thick and hard to manage.

I think having characters openly express interest in them is radical - whether the character themselves are black or not.

The reason the Black Representation within Hobie romance fics stands out so much because every other character LACKS that.

In almost every other x reader fandom, black people and our features are ignored and erased for 'sweeter' things like blushing or 'running their fingers through your hair'

Like... Why can't there be a fic where Miguel compliments his Black partners hair. Or tries soul food?

You don't have to be a radical leftist like Hobie to find black people attractive.

So there's no reason for black!Reader to be confined to Hobie - or black characters at all.

You can write Dean Winchester with a Black!Reader. Or Sherlock Holmes, or Hobie Brown, or Miguel O'Hara.

Attraction to black people is so often seen as a fetish - that most white people and white characters never openly exhibit admiration or love towards black features and culture. They'd rather push us and our differences aside because acknowledging them and their beauty makes people uncomfortable. But those same characters will always 100% be implied to find white women attractive.

And in the Superhero Movie Sphere it's even worse.

ie. It's VERY VERY rare you will find Tony Stark with a Black woman.

The large majority of the women you see with Tony Stark early in the movies are WHITE. The ones he's taking to at galas and playing roulette in front of and kicking out after one night stands - White and blonde. If he sleeps with them - white and blonde.

And that's fine in the general population - a nonblack man who 'loves women' and loves sex just... not being seen with black women at all.

But if Tony Stark went two movies sleeping with only women that aren't white - uh-oh!! That draws attention!!

It's completely okay and not a fetish to be super attracted to white features in isolation, but if you take interest in non-white features without validating white women in the same breath then you're nasty and a fetishist and a racist.

Another example - Batman.

Zoe Kravitz was the first time we've seen Batman openly go after a black woman since maybe Eartha Kitt in 1967 - OVER 50 years apart

In the Christian Bale movies - he never flirts with black women. This classy, smooth Bruce Wayne isn't seen interacting with them. I mean... Why? Does he not like them? Or are the all the black people in Gotham just too poor to be around him to begin with?

????????? That don't add up. But that's how most characters are.

If a nonblack male character is shown in a relationship with a woman - the chances of that woman being cast as a black woman hits the FLOOR.

Their first choice is almost always white.

And the saddest thing is

Spider-Man is the biggest example of black erasure in romance and the effects it causes.

That's why when Zendaya got cast as MJ - it was a problem.

Because before then, during the 70 semi years of Peter Parker's existence - he was never shown on screen being attracted to black women in any capacity.

Betty, Gwen, Felicia, MJ - all white. In the cartoons, white. In the remake, white. Silk is probably one of - if not the - first POC we see Peter with. And they don't date, they've never been shown on screen, and over the past years Cindy has had a better written relationship with Felicia than she ever had with Peter.

For half a century we were conditioned to believe that Peter Parker dated white women with no representation or deviation.

Back in 2016 when TASM series was coming out, if you were a black reader who wanted to see yourself represented in any way or capacity on screen or in Fandom - good luck.

We're use to seeing these very romantically forward guys never flirting or fucking or dating black women. We're conditioned to accept this as normal.

It takes a genuine toll.

That's why when I was younger, I use to feel so insecure. Wondering if my favorite characters or celebrities would even find me slightly attractive. The idea that my favorite character wouldn't find me attractive because they've never been seen with a Black partner or interest ever not even once in passing hurts.

As a teen I just accepted that these characters 'Don't like black people' and can't find them attractive in that capacity. Because I mean, I have no reason to think they do - when most nonblack characters won't even look at a black female character for longer than 5 seconds.

Growing up I just accepted that these characters and the fandom as a whole did not see anything beautiful about me because of my race.

That's why Black readers should be more widespread.

We should be telling people that non-black men finding black women attractive is NORMAL.

I read SO many fics of black characters and go 'okay but they wrote reader as white.'

I have NEVER read a fic of a non-black character and gone 'okay they wrote the reader as Black'

Y'all.... You can write interracial relationships with characters that aren't black.

Interracial Relationships are not a special magic tool you can use to pair black characters up with non-black readers. Interracial Relationships go both ways.

If you're down for writing Hobie x NonBlack!Reader and writing an interracial relationship there - why are y'all not down for Miguel x Black!Reader?

Why are interracial relationships good when the black man experiences attraction outside his race towards nonblack people - but bad/unlikely when the nonblack man experiences attraction outside his race towards black people?

'Hobie loves everyone' Okay, Miguel would too. But I don't see the 'Hobie Loves' people rushing and pushing for inclusion in the Miguel tag. They don't care if fanwriters show Miguel 'loving everyone'.

They don't go -

'Miguel loves latinas, Miguel loves black women' in Miguel's tag.

Even though nonblack men experience attraction towards black people and black women everyday across the world.

Some are even married to us - can you believe it??

In conclusion - More Miguel x Black!Reader. More Miguel x Black!OC.

Give Miguel AfroLatino Babies!!!!

Give Miguel O'Hara a Nigerian Wife so help me God

Anyway - Big up @hrhmimieucliffe and their AMAZING Black OC Giselle, who has a ~thing~ ;) with Miguel (they are v cute!!)

More Miguel x Black!Reader. More Miguel with Black! OCs. I want a Miguel that likes his women like he likes his milkshakes - tall, sweet, thicc as fuck, and FULL OF CHOCOLATE

And once again, that's on WHAT!!!!

[dxndxrxvxbe]

Spider-Romi

Another spidersona Spider-Romi.

Why am I still doing spider stuff idk.

I wanna make screenshot edits for her and fics and hcs and everything because I'm now freaking obsessed with her😭.

On a real note I do want to get back into writing, I used to do it on wattpad but now I'm kind of just always on Tumblr.

(My Base Was Done By Hannibifawn)

[cannedmuffins]

Wanting to make an oc to ship with Miguel I also decided he needed a Black Cat in his own universe.

(Also there’s layers of shipping involved in this because Spider-Man x Black Cat is one of my fav ships with Peter and the Batman/Catwoman like dynamic is just 🤌)

[hrhmimieucliffe]

Notting Hill Carnival in full swing once more here in the UK and I'm not built for it but I suddenly just imagined my Spidersona wearing one of those feathery carnival dancer outfits and driving Miguel crazy like just imagine, my brain is so big. HAPPY CARNIVAL TO MY FELLOW AFRO CARIBBEAN MIGUEL GIRLIES 🤭🙌🧘🏾‍♀️🇯🇲🇯🇲 I must sketch out this idea

[lostbluejayart]

Oc x Canon art commission of Miguel O'hara and Nilan!

Nilan belongs to @sivrit

[adaca]

She had to carry her princess- 👑💖

[raewrites42]

FALLING Part. 3.2

SPOILERS ATSV!!! i dont Really think there's any spoilers for ATSV in here but i'll put it just in case.

This is an OC story.

~SIDE NOTE FROM RAE~

The second half as promised. I don't know why it wouldn't let me put it all in 1 post but here it is.

~EARTH 199999 ~

Taylor, Peter and Strange are sitting after having their long conversation. All 3 of them are exhausted, well Strange is more annoyed. Strange is rubbing temples. “That was one of the most exhausting experiences I have ever went through and I fought against Thanos.” “Who?” Peter and Taylor question at the same time. Strange shakes his head at both of them, “Never mind. Is there anything else or have we covered it all.” Taylor speaks, “No, I think we’re good on my end Peter?” “Nope all questions answered.” “Great, now as long as you 2 promise to not disturb the fabric of the multi-verse we can conclude this conversation and I can send you both on your way.” Peter questions, “Wait! What about the super collider? Wont it like tear a hole in my universe or something?” Strange rolls his eyes, “Not at all. Whoever built that thing was lazy and didn’t know what he was doing. If anything, the collider would have gone off and exploded the blast radius would have whipped out half the city.”

Taylor furrows her eyebrows, “Then how did you-? Why did you say we were trying to destroy the multi-verse if it would have only affected the city in our universe?” “The chemicals and the radiation from the blast left an unknown outcome.” “Meaning?” “The results from the explosion would have caused the damage to the multi-verse not the collider itself.” “So, like stopping a canon event.” Strange rolls his eyes, “stopping, causing whatever you want to say. Super colliders are just bad all around.” Peter nods his head, “noted.” “Now as fun as this has been its time for you to go.” Strange opens a portal back to Peters universe. “Wait!” Taylor yells, stopping him. “What?” “Can’t you just send me home?” “That’s what I’m doing.” “No not Peters home my home. Back to Miguel.” “No.” “What!” “Why?” Peter and I yell at the same time. “You’re a wizard! Why can’t you use your powers for good!” “I told you about the balance of the multi-verse.” “But I’m not from his universe, wouldn’t that throw off the balance!” “Exactly! Sending her home would balance things out!” Strange shakes his head. “It would throw off the balance, because you come to his universe with that watch, right?” I nod my head. “Yes.” “Then you have to go back the same way.” Peter shakes his head. “That doesn’t make any sense.” Ears start to blur my vision, I steady my voice before speaking, “I don’t understand.” Strange sighs,” Magic is a part of nature, your watch goes against that natural balance. If I try to send you back home through a magic portal it could kill you.” I let out a humorless laugh, “so what your saying is all of this was for nothing.” Peter tries to argue, “You’re really telling us there’s nothing you can do?” My strange face remains the same, “There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry.” I wordlessly step through the portal not looking back. I see that I’m in an alley, so I just keep walking. No destination in mind.

I’m stuck here. A wizard couldn’t even help me. This is where I live now. Here? No more Hobie, No more Peter B, No more Mayday, No more Mi- no I can’t that. If I say that then this is real and this can’t be real, I’m having a nightmare. A month-long nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking when Peter runs up to me in his normal clothes, I didn’t even know he brought those. “Hey!” Peter tried to stop me, but I just kept walking. “Hey!” Too numb to speak. Peter grabs me by both of my shoulders, forcing me to stop. “Hey! Taylor look at me.” I slowly bring my vision up to meet his eyes. “We’re going to figure it out, ok? We’ll fix your watch and send you home.” “We both know there’s no way for me to go home Peter. I’m stuck here.” “Don’t say that.” “Say what the truth?” “You can’t give up, ok? I haven’t given up so you can’t give up. Ok?” I didn’t answer him. “Taylor, I need to hear you say ok. You can’t give up, ok?” He looks at me expectantly. “Ok, yeah Peter I wont give up.” “Well, that’s a start. We’ll get you to believe that eventually.” He drops his hands from my shoulders. “Can we just go home. We were in that place for hours and I’m starving.”  “Yeah. Let’s go home. Its only 9:30 May should be done with dinner by now.” “we’ve been gone since last night; do you think she’ll be mad?” “At you? Never but I’ll definitely be hearing about it.” Me and Peter walk home its 10 by the time we finally get there. May meets us at the door with a frown on her face. Peter goes to explain, “May I know we’re late I’m sorry.” May holds up her hand, “don’t say sorry to me Peter say sorry to your friend. He’s been here waiting for you for 3 hours.” Peter and I exchange confused looks. Peter turns back to May, “Friend?” Peter, May and I walk further into the house, into the living room. We see a hulking figure sitting on the couch, this guy is huge. I think the only person I’ve ever seen this big was-. My though is interrupted as the figure stands and turns to face us. I let out a loud gasp, “Miguel?”

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Desperate times call for desperate measures. Miguel had no intention of wrapping Black Cat up in his multiversal work, but here he was, listening to her plan.

"I'll be conducting the security sweeps," She announced to the group proudly, standing tall in front of the Spiders gathered. The only ones Miguel trusted to carry out this new plan he had brewing. He only hoped adding Cat to it all wouldn't be a mistake.

His doubts grew when she mentioned code names.

"Refer to me as Eagle One." Her clawed thumb point to her chest proudly. Her other finger shooting out to point out Peter B. Parker. "Peter is 'Been There, Done That."

Oh shocking hell.

Peter's face burst into a burning red. He and this universe's - Miguel's Black Cat never did anything. But in every other tale, they did.

Miguel's regret grew tenfold as a sharp nail landed on his chest. "Miguel is 'Currently Doing That." She raised her hand, awaiting a high five. When Miguel lowered his head with disappointment, she high fived herself and moved on.

"Jess is 'It Happened Once In A Dream." Jessica Drew was better than him. She laughed and offered a wink as Cat walked around.

"Ham is "If I Had To Pick A Creature." Spider-Ham snorted and scratched the back of his head comically. His eyes turning to hearts as she pattes his head.

She turned to Ben Riley. He stood proudly, awaiting the horribly hidden sexual code name. She grabbed his shoulder, standing next to him. Placing another hand on his chest.

"Ben is..." She looked to him, the tension making Miguel grew jealous. "Eagle Two."

"Oh thank shock." Miguel found himself murmuring, Ben looking absolutely dejected as she pranced off.

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The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previous: –eight.

–nine.

KENEDI’S POV

Gabby’s soccer game was so fun. I was out of my seat the whole time, chanting her name along with Lorelai and Miguel. Her team won 3–0, which were all scored by her. I was so proud of her.

Miguel and Lorelai, flirted most of the game, well just Lorelai flirted. Miguel seemed rather annoyed, trying to keep his focus on the game.

Why did they even get divorced? They seem quite fine to me, but then again, what do I know?

But afterwards we all walked through the parking lot, Gabby hugging me and telling me she was so happy that I came.

Before I got into my car, Miguel came up to me.

“Hey.” He breathed out.

My eyes found his. “Hey.”

“You had any plans after this?” He asked, rubbing his knuckles.

“Yes, I was headed home to take a long nap.” I replied. “Pretty exhausted.”

The little light in his eyes seemed to go out., looking off into the distance. “Oh.”

My brows furrowed in concern. “Was there something you needed me to do?”

His eyes found mine once again. “We were gonna go for ice cream and maybe you could come over and stay for a while, but I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your sleep.”

I smiled brightly, admiring his cute he was.

“Miiigggguuueeeelllll!” Lorelai’s voice sang.

Miguel exhaled in annoyance.

I laughed. “You should get to your ex wife.”

The expression on his face was one that I’ve never seen before, it was expressionless, but spoke so many volumes. “Please, don’t call her that. It’s Lorelai.”

Did I overstep? Is he offended?

“Oh I..sorry.” I grew embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just hate being reminded is all.” He cleared things up. “Just Lorelai is fine.”

I opened my car door, nodding in response. “I understand, I’m sorry.” I sat in the driver’s seat, gazing up at him.

He leaned into the space between my car door, his arms resting on top, looking at me intensely. “Text me when you wake up?”

“Of course.” I flashed a smile.

🎀

Before succumbing to this exhaustion, I began taking out my braids. I texted Mommy to come over and help me if she could, then I fell asleep. The sounds of her knocking woke me up, she came in like a knight in shining armor to help me with my hair. I helped as much as I could, but the weariness in my body took over and put me to sleep once again.

I woke up on the floor, with a blanket over me and Mommy was gone. She cleaned up all the hair and everything. I shot her a thank you text, and went into the bathroom to see all the braids were out, and my hair was pulled into a large puff.

Going into the kitchen, rubbing my stomach from hunger, I scanned my fridge and realized that I needed to go grocery shopping.

I sighed, going into my room to grab my Hello Kitty tote bag with all my necessities. I typed on my phone while walking out the door.

Me

Woke up a little while ago😊

Well..I was in and out of sleep, but I’m finally up. Mom came over to help me take my braids out. About to go grocery shopping <3

How was the ice cream?

In a matter of seconds, my phone vibrated in my hands while walking down the stairs of my apartment building. I bit my lip with a smile, knowing it was Miguel.

Miguel

Grocery shopping this late? Please be careful.

Ice cream was great, I got rocky road, Gabby got strawberry shortcake. Lorelai was talking as always, I really wish you could’ve came😕

What style were you planning to do next?

Finally in my car, giggling to myself at his texts, I typed back a few replies.

Me

Yes ofc. We’ll get ice cream together soon.

I haven’t decided on a style yet.

I started my car and reversed out the parking lot and drove to my destination.

Strolling down the aisle slowly, I grabbed white bread, then scanned my phone for the grocery list.

“Kenedi?”

I looked up from my phone to see a guy with brown shoulder length locs. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Smiling shyly with furrowed brows, I answered. “Uh, hi?”

He smiled. “You might not remember me, I’m Croy from high school.”

I still didn’t know who he was. “Sorry, I don’t seem to remember.”

He let out an embarrassed laugh. “Damn, uh..” He scratched the back of his head. “I’m Trent’s best friend, was always with him, but you were too into Trent to really notice me.”

Then it clicked. He was the guy with the short, curly hair who would always hang out with Trent, my old crush.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” I apologized, laughing at my horrible memory. “It’s nice to see you, how have you been?”

He smiled brightly at me. “It’s very… very nice to see you, I’ve been good, just graduated.” He got closer to my shopping cart. “How about you?”

“Oh congratulations.” I beamed. “I graduated a few months ago, I’m a secretary/assistant, but I do baby sitting on the side.”

“Oh that’s cool. You should come to Trent’s birthday party next weekend.”

I slightly tilted my head. “I don’t know, Trent probably doesn’t remember me—”

He put his hand on my shopping cart, swiveling it playfully. “You still like him.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh no no, trust me I don’t.”

“So come.” He frowned, then dug into his pocket. “I’m the one inviting you, lots of people will be there, Trent doesn’t even know half of them, it’s fine.” He handed me his phone. “We should catch up, it’s okay for me to have your number?”

I took it, quickly typing my number in. “Yes, it’s totally fine.”

After that interaction, we said our goodbyes and I continued my grocery shopping that I was almost done with. I picked up the strawberries, thinking of the delicious shortcake I could make for Miguel and Gabby.

My phone began blaring in my bag.

Miguel’s name made me smile and answer quickly.

“Hey Miguel.” I greeted sweetly with a smile on my face.

“Hi Kenedi, you didn’t text back and I got a bit worried, it’s so stupid.” He grumbled over the phone.

Worried about me? This man kept getting cuter and cuter.

I pushed my shopping cart to self check out with one hand very slowly. “No it’s not. I’m sorry, I bumped into someone from high school, but I’m going to leave the grocery store in a minute.”

I scanned my items and bagged them.

He sighed, almost as if he was at ease. “Okay that’s nice. You didn’t forget our date tomorrow, right?”

I paused my actions, smiling shyly like a kid. “O-of course not, I’m very excited.”

“Me too.” He admitted.

“Can you stay on the phone until I get home?”

“Of course.”

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Next part: –ten.

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Me after annoying Miguel all day.