#ben reilly x y/n

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok but imagine ben reilly with a barbie s/o, like........

in a different, not-so barbie world (ben reilly x barbie!fem!reader)

"you're... a barbie?" ben asked you as you smiled as if on cue and nodded. "yep! i hail all the way from barbieland, here to fix a little... reality problem." you explained with a cheery voice as ben looked you up and down and narrowed his eyes at you, trying to make sense of the situation. "you're so... pink." he remarked as he looked you up and down and noticed the abundance of pink in your attire, not to mention, how sparkly you were, too.

you giggled at his statement. "an astute observation, mister... scarlet!" you exclaimed as ben's gaze on you intensified. he furrowed his eyebrows at your little nickname for him. "scarlet? my name's ben, not scarlet." he corrected you as you clasped your hands together. "so that's your name! ben... how wonderful. at least you're not ken," you said with a slight shake in your tone and a shiver up your spine, "he's a little... strange sometimes." you continued as ben's cheeks seemed to flush a little when you called his name 'wonderful'. "um... i guess so." he said as he turned his head away from you as you continued grinning up at him with the most charismatic smile he had ever witness come from anybody he had ever met in his whole life.

"oh, yeah, i also called you 'scarlet' because of your outfit! the red and blues really work for me!" you exclaimed. ben chuckled a little as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and smirked up at you. "that's because i'm the... scarlet spi--nevermind..." he said as he placed his palm on his face and made a dramatic expression as he looked off to the side. "you don't need to know, miss barbie... it might just shock you if i told you my secret..." he said as he leaned against a column nearby and pouted. "oh, okay!" you said, respecting his privacy. ben perked up at you not prying or asking about this 'secret' he had. "wait, really?" you nodded. "i have several secrets of my own i prefer not to share, and if i told you i didn't want you to know them, i would love if you wouldn't pry! hence, i won't pry for you." you said with an honest tone.

ben looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes, he had never met anyone as genuinely kind and fair as you–it was like... you were winning his heart with every word you spoke, every grin you smiled, and every laugh you released. you were truly perfect, more perfect than a doll–you were perfect overall, you were... amazing.

"um... th-thank you, miss barbie." he uttered as he turned away from you, trying to hide the furious red and pink on his face. you smiled at him and giggled. "of course, benny!" you nicknamed him, which sent ben over the edge, and he collapsed back on the column. you asked him if he was okay, and he weakly gave you a thumbs up. "just... stretching my calves..." he said as he began stretching his calves, hiding his reddening face from you.

"sounds like fun! mind if i join?" you asked him as you took your spot next to him, a little too close for him to handle. he was speechless as he started to feel more bashful and flustered around you. he couldn't believe it–he was falling for you, not just a stranger he just met, but a beautiful barbie of all people and dolls! he just hoped... he could be benough for you to love back one day if this feeling that tormented yet relieved him so was really love.

[miguel-owhora]

hgng... thinking about ben reilly who's such a loser and looks so pathetic and dumb next to you :((( but fuck if you're not so sweet to him, slowly riding his cock and peppering kisses along his face, wiping away the tears from his eyes because you just feel so good! and you treat him so right :((

or just you pinning his legs to his chest and slowly fucking him, each thrust deep and sensual, making him tremble and slowly break apart until he's helplessly squirting from his cock

[chickenpizza420]

Yandere Ben Reilly Headcanons

TW: yandere

He stalks you constantly and knows your whereabouts at all times, and he always announces when he can see you, something like “she’s in my proximity” or “target spotted”.

Sometimes you can hear him announcing his presence but he’s always out of your sight and it genuinely makes you feel like you’re going insane.

He’s truly a himbo and doesn’t know how much strength to use on you since he rarely interacts physically with normal civilians.

He’s very jealous and possessive over you due to his inferiority complex as a clone and desperate need to have his own things.

He breaks into your apartment frequently and just straight up chills there. He’s sloppy and often forgets to put things back in their exact place. You notice your things frequently missing and decide to get a security camera but no matter which brand you buy they seem to stop working. Weird right?

Do you feel someone constantly staring at you? It’s probably him. He has no shame because he’s just thinking about how pretty you are. (think like the German stare)

Before you find out his identity you notice that Scarlet Spider starts popping out frequently to take you home after work. Yes take you home as in physically pick you up, not walk you home. “I promise I won’t drop you… look at my huge biceps.” *flex*

During your third encounter with Scarlet Spider you notice a pattern starting to form and tell him to please let you go home by yourself from now on, this is because you’re so intimidated by him. (He frequently uses excessive force on criminal civilians and it freaks you out.)

He literally gets sad like a puppy and begs you to let him walk you home. You feel bad and think it’s cute so you let him, just this time.

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kinda wanna make him more forceful and have non*** in the next post lmk ❤️

[skullywullypully]

How many times have I done this meme guys?

[supercap2319]

Y/N came into the living room to find Peter stacking Legos together. He slowly walked towards him. "Peter...?" The young man with brown eyes turns to him with a smile. "Yes, Y/N?"

"Care to explain why I found Ben on the ceiling instead of his crib?" Y/N asked him.

"Umm... What?!" Peter asked as he put his Legos down. "You mean to tell me that our adoptive son who's supposed to be normal was crawling all around the ceiling?"

"Exactly like his father. The resident webhead himself. I was so scared that he'd fall, that I telekinetically brought back down to the ground safety." Y/N said.

"Well, it looks like Ben Reilly Maximoff–Parker is more special than I thought. We should tell Mr. Stark." Peter suggested.

What? No way. Tony will just make us give him to foster care." Y/N said. "We can handle this."

[sukioyakio]

Ben Riley X Y/N Headcanons

Genre:FLUFFF,just fluff that all

None warning,except some blood talk about but not an bloody issue,

I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS

An: I just wanted to make this since I don't see much of Ben fanfic 😭😭😭😔💀LIKE I had to do,Anyway I had fun making this ❤✌

• Ben who known for his dramatic personality,and unique fighting style,no one would had expected u,(someone as sweet,yet grumpy,and sort of serious as well can/or found him your type) to like him,even go on dating him.

•.Ben who enjoyed talking to u,or like showing u some of his favorites moves,but what enjoy the most was seeing u playfully rolling your eye and had that playful smile,with an light chuckles.He would always try to surprise you (which never works)Ben—”there she is,right in the open,just an perfect time for me to scare her” he would longed towards her to only fall flat on the on the floor,seeing her with grin, y/n-”you know that I have spider senses right?,maybe scaring people isn’t your thing”she says with an eye roll,and an chuckle,as Ben jump up from the ground to have an angry pout,Ben-“Your don’t know what your talking about,like the amazing ben would never ever quit so easily” he says with such an proud gesture,it made him look like an dork sometimes,as he fixed his hair with his hand,and once he look at that look,to only see you with that wide playfulness smile,and laughing,that smile really did things to him,like he would definitely fall on floor dramatically,or just stare at you,if he had an tail and ears,his tail would paces back and forward,like an golden retriever when you look at him like that.

• Ben who loves following you around,or doing missions with u,or Jessica and miguel,whenever u guys go on an mission,Ben just like to do it like an partner in crime, Ben-"You got the anomaly agent Y/N,?do u copy!" to only hear you in the microphone in the other end Y/N-"Ben we don't have time to play agent. . . and yes i do",or Ben would love to show off his move to u,when in mission's,he love to flex out his muscles to u,Y/N-" jezz,Ben we get it you have muscles" she says with an playfully rolling her eyes,BEN-"Yep your right miss Y/N,after all these *he starts to flex out more of his muscles* aren't any handsome accident" he says with an playful chuckle, and with an cheeky smirk to you.

But whenever Ben and you are hurt or harm,or have an wound,he doesn't think about himself,he just can't see you like that no matter how small the wound is,if he see blood he is going carry you on his back or carry on his shoulder like sack of patotes,Y/N-"Put me down Ben,I'm fine,it literally Just an dawn papercut(any small wound)!!,PUT ME DOWN BEN!! your being over dramatic",Ben-"Nope,nuh uh mama your going either way,it my duty as your elite member,to take care of u,so until I see your OK and bandage then yes Mother" Ben says this to you no matter what wound you have,he just that dramatic golden retriever.

Ben who loves the feeling of your hands,to him it the softest and warming thing he has ever felt,whenever Ben won't stop talking about his trauma to u (he had repeatly told you,like 10 time already) you just touch his hair,you have to tipping toe to his height to reach his hair,he would stop instantly and give you all his attention,to Y/N it pretty cute and time saving.

Ben looks like an adorable golden retriever to her,patting his head and giving soft stokes to his hair,just by doing that he just leans towards your arms to keep touching his hair even longer,to only realize Ben-“Hey! You made me forget about my depression session.That I was going to have!”as he looks away from y/n to stomp like an child and have such an dramatic sigh,Y/N-“It isn’t my fault that your talking sessions is boring”,to only hear his dramatic gasp,and his hand over his chest as the other hand holding the wall,Ben-“How dare you!?! Talk bad about my talking sessions,there the reason I’m still here,I can’t believe you said that about session”,as y/n just rolls her eyes and chuckles at him being so dramatic.

Jessica would be the first one to see them as an thing,then just friends or teammates,as Jess was walking around the Hq for Miguel,she spot Ben with an bag of your favorite sweets/chips,as she went to talk to Ben,Jessica-”hmm,welll hello Benny boy,*look at the bag,with an eyebrow raised*who is that for?Ben,or who will it be for,let me guess Y/n”she say in an sarcastic yet calm motherly voice to Ben.As Ben look at her with an “are you serious” face, Ben-”Huh?Dont you dare say anything,it mine time to be a great elite teammate!” Ben says with a such a proud gestures,and a happy grin.Jessica-“mhm are you sure,that it just to be a great elite teammate,. . .or it something else”she says with an eyebrow raised and with her lips forming her ionic playful smirk,Jessica-“but I’m not saying anythingggg”she says ,as she still has her playful smile,as she wave him an goodbye,and she back to wonder off the HQ again,as she chuckles,knowing that Ben has that “huh” expression,as Ben yells at her saying “WHATEVER!!” and then proceeds to walks away to where ever is y/n.

Ben who can be in a serious mood and in the next second he in his cheerful mood.Like imagine your an Citizen,and his wife.the only thing for sure that he never get angry,or could never be angry at anyone.That for sure,but if you two are married and you somehow get kidnapped,he wouldn’t hesitate to killed anyone.He loves You so much that he jumps into an volcano for you ,he would give his soul for you,he would definitely got very angry to the max,like no other,like it scares you,because knowing him,he was never known to be angry or upset or even pissed off.

And so you are there in an random house with your kidnappers,and you sitting in an chair tied up,as you roll your eyes at the kidnapper threats,”I’lL KiLl YoU iF yOu DoNt TeLl Me,blah blah blah-” ,you just interrupted him Y/N-“if I were you,I would let me go,and give me some money,before my lovely husband come here,and make his lovely entrance and then you will have to deal with him” y/n says with an unbothered voice about the whole situation,but after you said that your kidnapper starts to laugh their ass off,

to only after hear an loud bang,as y/n had an cocky smirk,knowing that your so called husband making his entrance.what you didn’t expect him being so pissed off,his spider mask expression was just start off stern and angry,

he literally punched the fuck out of the guy who was laughing,as his body was thrown against the wall causing him to spit out blood,as y/n was shock to see his so piss off,as he take off his mask to y/n it was sexy to see this side of him,after his was done beating the life out of the rest of the guys and felt satisfied,he looked at y/n with an worry face as he runs towards and give her an big hugs as he cut the ropes off and says Ben-“oh my god are you hurt,did they tried to hurt my beautiful wife,I swear I will make them regret touching my wife and how dare they threaten you!,….let get out of here” he says with his eyes soften when he knows that your okay,as you just touch him with reinsure that your okay,Y/n-“yes im okay,thanks for saving me..mr Prince Charming”you says softly and gently as he grab you and carry you to his arms,even though you would argue that your fine enough to walk on your own but you just let him do it,as he swings back home to relax and cuddle and watch whatever show you want.

AND DONE

an:I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🫶🫶😃💗💗

quote of the day : “the wetter can be wet” from an friend 💀☠️😭

tags list: @cherryberry-sugarandspice @cherryredstars @lynxslokley @fairlyang @everlastlady @tarjapearce @yawnderu @miguelsslvt @messylustt @honey-on-your-tongue

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[issacballsac]

Masterlist..

ONGOING

DMC(Devil May Cry Series)

Dante Sparda As Your Best-friend

Gender Neutral Reader

Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda

Gender Neutral Reader

DC UNIVERSE

Dear Alice Series(Jason Todd)

Masc/Male Reader

Crushing on Starfire

Gender Neutral Reader

X-Men

Being the Sibling of Charles Xavier

Gender Neutral Reader

SpiderVerse Triology

Being in a Relationship With Ben Reilly/Scarlet Spider

Gender Neutral Reader

Nana

Being a Member of BLAST!

Masc/Male Reader

Hanging Out With Nana Komatsu

Masc/Male Reader

Quiet Times(Shinichi Okazaki)

Gender Neutral Reader

Hypnosis Microphone

Being Ichiro’s Brother

Masc/Male Reader

Sk8 The Infinity

Being Apart of the Sk8 Crew

Gender Neutral Reader

SVTFOE(Star v. The Forces of Evil)

Being Apart of Tom’s Support System

Gender Neutral Reader

The King of Fighters(KOF)

Having Lunch With Leona Heidern

Gender Neutral Reader

Vice Affection HCs

Fem Reader

Iori as your Housewife

Gender Neutral Reader

Iori Living Headcanons

Fem reader

Blue Exorcist

Twisted Wonderland

Mortal Kombat Saga

Being Mileena’s Girlfriend

Fem/Female Reader

Being Fujin’s Son

Masc/Male Reader

The Maze Runner Triology

Monster High

Mall HCs With Clawdeen

Fem Reader

School Bus Graveyard(SBG)

Teaching Logan the Piano

Gender Neutral Reader

Taylor Dating HCs

Gender Neutral Reader

Tyler Dating HCs

Masc/Male Reader

Cooking With Tyler

Masc/Male Reader

Being Aiden’s Sister

Fem Reader

Being Ashlyn’s Brother

Masc/Male Reader

Logan’s Date Night

Gender Neutral Reader

Convenient Catastrophe(Tyler)

Fem Reader

Thrift Shop(Aiden)

Genders Neutral Reader

Logan Dating HCs

Gender Neutral Reader

Taylor, the driver

Gender Neutral Reader

Memorable Moments(Aiden)

Gender Neutral Reader

Ben Dating HCs

Male Reader

Tekken(mostly gonna be Leo tbh)

Leo Drabble

Gender Neutral Reader

Leo’s Conflicted Confession

Gender Neutral Reader

Leo Dating HCs

Gender Neutral Reader

Leo’s Affection

Gender Neutral Reader

Slumber(Leo)

Gender Neutral Reader

A3!(Act, Addict, Actors)

Lord of Heroes(LOH)

Movies

Gender neutral reader

Skins(UK)

Crushing(Maxxie)

Male Reader

Please Model for Me!(Maxxie)

Male reader

[angelltheninth]

Perhaps you could write about how they would react if Y/N was bitten/stung by a breeding spider?. Yes, that's right, reproduction baby hehe. I don't care what the character's gender is. Would it be possible to describe the headcanons?👉🏻👈🏻

(I already apologize for the spelling mistakes, I'm using the translator :D)

Spiderverse🙏🏻

Oh fun, breeding kink is always fun.

Pairing: Ben Reilly, Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Noir x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, feral sex, creampie, pregnancy mention, dirty talk, wall sex, rooftop sex, kind of sex pollen, pheromones

A/N: Added Ben this time around, I think I might include him in some other future stuff too.

Ben doesn't want to take advantage of you when you come on to him and tell him about your problem. He also can't deny that he's very, very horny for you. Despite it not being a good idea he can't have you go home like this, he can't have you swinging in between buildings in such a state. But he needs to make sure you want this. Yanking his pants down and sucking his cock because you were so needy for cum is a good argument. The issue is you don't just need to taste him to make this go away, you also need to feel him inside you.

"You really want it? Are you sure, I need to know. I know its hard to talk while you're sucking on my dick but I need to be sure before we go any further. Baby, you know I want you, I want to tear that suit off your body and fill you with cum but I need you to say that you need me to do it. Hah, I'm not teasing you I promise."

Peter is hesitant because you're currently on a rooftop together and you can't seem to move an inch without moaning. He can't leave you here and he can carry you because he knows the moment he touches you he won't be able to resist your charms. You don't want him to resist, you don't care that he's a hero and you a civilian, you need his cock and you need it now, you need his cum inside you, you need him to breed you right now. All this talk of breeding has his senses going haywire, his hands desperately finding your ass as you drop your pants and offer him your pussy, which he sinfully takes.

"I know you're scared right now, you don't know what's happening to you, but I promise I'll help. I'm here for you sweetheart. Ah, your pussy feels good around my cock, a wet mess and I just put it in. You won't last long, I know you won't but don't worry, just need to get some cum in that cunt and you'll be good as new won't you?"

Miguel can't resist the pull the pheromones have on him. He's pinning you against the nearest wall, kissing you, teeth scraping against your neck as he tells you he needs you just as much as you need him right now. The feeling is mutual, and the pleasure will be too. Let him take these suits off and he'll give you what you crave. His cock and cum, to have his babies right? He knows, you can't your desires from him because they're his desires too. They have been ever since you started working together.

"Fill you up, I'll fill that pussy up with so much cum you'll be pregnant in to time. Such a good hole, taking me so eagerly. Are you sure this is due to the spider bite? I think... fuck... I think you're not being honest here. You'd want me regardless, I've seen how you look at me. I know this is a bit backwards but after this let me take you on a date hum? Prove to you I mean this, that you're not just a warm hole to be fucked."

Noir doesn't want to risk your professional relationship by having sex with you in a deluded state of mind. He tries to give you space while also being close to you in case of real danger but you quickly make your way onto his lap, saying how you don't need any space between you two, in fact it'd be better if there was none at all. He curses his judgement as he pushes you to the floor, rutting his clothed hard cock against your pussy almost animalistically. He hates that he's letting his desires take over his rational part of mind but he can't lie to himself, he wants to see what you look like when you're painted white.

"What have you... I can't think about anything but your pussy. Shit, I need you, fucking need to feel you, see you taking my dick. You look beautiful when you're rolling your hips into me, your mind is mush right now isn't it? This will help, I think. If you... I promise you I'm not the kind of man to run from my actions, I'll take responsibility for this, weather you be pregnant after or not."

[allysunny]

If you said your requests are open… I know this is silly but JEALOUS MIGUEL

Dude gets annoyed if Y/N talks abt someone else (Ben Reilly, Peter B, some other spider people orsome of her friends back in her world) fondly and even LYLA called him out on that

Then one time when Y/N was doing that thing where she talks abt someone else in a fond way and Miguel accidentally said smth that reveals his feelings for you 🤭🤭🤭

A Jab of Jealousy | Miguel O'Hara x Spider Fem!Reader

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Jealous behaviour from Miguel - seriously, he's kind of a stalker in here. He's down bad and whipped and acts like a sulking baby. Mentions of violence, but it's for comedical effect. Peter B. is a menace. Perhaps OOC Miguel? If there's anything I missed, please let me know!

A/N: Hey guys!! Hello!! It's me again! Gosh, it's been kinda long since the last update. I'm very sorry, but as I mentioned, I'm super busy with university, and am trying to juggle everything without going absolutely crazy. I hope you guys haven't forgotten about me! Please be patient <3

Anyways, I had a blast writing this! I'd never really written for jealous characters before, so I'm not really sure if this is any good. BUT it was very fun to write a sulking Miguel. He's just so funny, picture a big grumpy cat, upset his owner won't give him any attention, hahaha!

Anyway sweet Anon, I hope this is to your liking! It's a bit shorter than my usual works, so I apologize for that, though. But I hope it meets your expectations!!

Miguel was fuming. So much, that he could probably fry an egg on his head. In fact, Lyla had expressed a desire to do so. If only she had a physical form, she thought.

But since frying eggs on top of her boss’s head wasn’t an option, she simply chose to watch as he dug his own grave over and over again, acting like a complete moron.

It’s not like she wasn’t amused – but there is only so much she could say when Miguel sulked because you’d given someone else your attention without making him upset and causing a “I am not jealous” rant to happen.

Lyla did not want that.

Lyla knew better than to prompt that conversation.

More people should be like Lyla – namely Peter B., who’d caught onto Miguel’s little act rather early on. But the brunet couldn’t help it – pissing off Miguel was a hilarious past time, and he loved to push his buttons. He wondered how long it would take for him to finally admit his feelings for you.

Thing was, Miguel had a soft spot for you.

A very soft spot for you.

A “I can’t listen to any of these idiots talk, but as soon as you start a conversation, he’ll tell everyone to shut up so he’ll listen” soft spot for you.

A “I do not want to see anyone, leave me alone you insufferable brats, but if you walk into his office, he’ll pull up a chair and let you keep him company” soft spot for you.

A “I can’t believe you guys disgraced your mission and were unable to contain the anomaly, it is unacceptable, unless it’s you because then it’s only a ‘common mistake’” soft spot for you.

A “I’m Mr. Grumpy and Annoyed and spend my whole days sulking, but if you walk through that door, I’ll light up like a Christmas tree” soft spot for you.

A “this is the last empanada in the cafeteria, and I really want to eat, but you seem to be starving, so please have it, I don’t want you passing out on me” soft spot for you.

A “I’m not jealous, how dare you, but if I see you talking to someone else, I will most likely punch a wall (and destroy it in consequence)” soft spot for you.

Yeah.

Miguel was down bad.

But he’d never admit it to anyone – let alone himself.

He’d simply sulk in a corner, muttering about how “Ben isn’t really that interesting, and he doesn’t really need help, he’s just dramatic and needs to grow up”. Or something of the sort.

Right now, he was watching as you casually conversed with Peter B. The two of you were sitting next to each other, munching on some spider themed burgers for lunch and catching up. Mayday was contentedly eating her own burger, cheddar sauce smeared all over her face and coating her hands. 

Peter must’ve made the greatest fucking joke ever, because you bent over the table, laughing like a maniac. Miguel loved your laughter - so carefree, so unapologetically you. You wiped some tears from your eyes, still giggling. You reached out and touched his arm, which made Peter smile, and Miguel frown. 

Why’d you be touching his arm? Were you two that close? Sure, you were friendly with everyone, but were you this touchy? You’d never touched him. Did you only do that to your close friends? Did you perhaps want something more with Peter? Well, Peter was a married man. And a loyal one at that - he wouldn’t leave Mary Jane. Why would you go for a married man?

Miguel was single. Why not go for someone single?

“Oh Peter - never change!” you exclaimed with a bright smile that could’ve lit up the whole Spider Society. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go take care of some reports for the big guy.” 

The Big Guy? Who the hell is the big guy?

“Ah, yes. Don’t want him to throw a table at you, do we?” Peter joked.

A table? 

Miguel had only done that once. 

And it was deserved.

Were you talking about him?

“Don’t be like that -” your voice quickly interrupted Peter’s. “He threw a table at you because you’d been slacking off. You let that Doc Ock anomaly escape. He’s not normally like that.”

Precisely. 

Oh.

You were defending him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure he’s not. Off you go, you busy bee!”

“Give MJ my love - I can’t wait to try her casserole. Tell her I’ll bring the pizza rolls, I promised I’d give her my recipe.” You placed a delicate kiss on top of Mayday’s red mane (to which she giggled and reached out her arms towards you - Miguel wondered if you were this naturally good with kids, or if it was just the younger B. Parker that made everyone act like this) and walked away.

Peter smiled to himself, ruffled his kid’s hair, and then looked straight at Miguel, giving him a knowing look from across the cafeteria. He nudged his head towards your figure, and wiggled his eyebrows, mouthing “Jealous?”

Miguel sulked even more, finishing his burger in one whole bite.

Jealous. As if he was jealous. 

The next time something like this happened, Miguel had been doing some research on the Spider Library. It was a fascinating place, really - Spiders from every earth would donate books from their homeland. There were books on just about everything, from Victorian etiquette to small Lego blocks Lego Spiderman would swear to be books (a claim Miguel has never once doubted, for the little guy was one of his most trusted allies). 

He’d been looking through a few cookbooks (Because even Spider People deserve to learn how to cook), looking for casserole recipes. He convinced himself it was simply a way for him to eat a more balanced meal, for him not to eat at the cafeteria every single day - not that there was anything wrong with it, but he sometimes longed for the warmth of a homemade meal. 

“Noir!” your voice cut through the silence, and Miguel caught a glimpse of you chastising yourself for speaking so loudly in a space meant to be relaxing and quiet. “Sorry,” you whispered with a small giggle, before turning to the black and white character. 

You conversed happily, feet tugged under your body as you relaxed on one of the library’s comfiest chairs. The cookbook long forgotten; Miguel was now busy watching you. The way the corners of your lips titled up whenever Spider Noir said something that pleased you, how your hands fidgeted with your hair, twirling it around your fingers or tugging it behind your ear, how your eyes would widen in recognition whenever you deemed the topic good. 

“Stalker much?” Lyla whispered on his ear, making him jump. 

“Mierda! Coño - Lyla - pendeja de una…” He mumbled under his breath, looking around to make sure no one had heard him - unfortunately for him, you had. You looked over in his direction in confusion and gave him a soft smile once your gazes met, as well as a small wave. He retributed, far too stunned to speak, before returning his attention to Lyla. 

“What the hell do you want?” He asked, keeping his voice low and gruff. He hated being interrupted, especially when someone interrupted him while he was looking at you. 

“You do know this whole ‘Watching her from the shadows’ thing is getting sort of old, right? And it’s real creepy Miguel, real creepy!” Lyla chimed in, looking at him over the rim of her heart-shaped glasses. She was way too done with him. And with good reason. While it was amusing to watch jealousy eat him up from the inside and watch how smitten he was whenever you walked in, it was also draining, because it meant she was stuck with a big grumpy cat whenever you weren’t near, or whenever you were near someone else. 

“Why don’t you just ask her on a date?” she asked, voice way too exasperated. It wasn’t the first time she suggested this. Nor the second, nor the third. It surely wouldn’t be the last. “Grow a pair of cojones and ask her out. You’re a decent cook - why not cook up something for dinner? She’d like that, I’m sure.” 

“Why would I ask her out?” Miguel grumbled, trying to focus on his book once more. “And why would she say yes? She’s got plenty of friends, of companions. I’m sure she doesn’t lack dinner invitations.” 

Lyla scoffed and rolled her eyes, wishing her boss wasn’t so stubborn. 

“Well, you should ask her about because you’re whipped! Damn it Miguel, it’s becoming really disturbing to have you sulk and pout all day because she didn’t look your way, or smiled too much at someone else. It’s annoying. And you are becoming a stalker. Look at you! You followed her into the library and were watching her!” 

“I was reading!” replied Miguel, trying to keep his voice down but failing - which earned him a few “Shhhhh”s from other dedicated spiders. “Sorry…” he grumbled. “But I was reading. It’s got nothing to do with her.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, big guy.” If Lyla were to roll her eyes again, they’d probably roll into the back of her head. “Anyway, you have some new reports to catch up on. The new recruits have done a brilliant job, actually. You might want to give those a look.” Miguel sighed and swiftly exited the library, but not before catching your gaze again, and receiving a smile from you. 

Miguel was halfway into reviewing one of the reports Jessica had sent him when he heard a knock on his office’s door. 

“Who is it?” he asked, not particularly thrilled to talk to anyone.

“Oh, it’s me! [Y/N]!” You. [Y/N]. 

Well, his door would always be open for you. 

“Come in,” he said, turning away from his multitude of screens. 

Just be cool. 

It’s not like Lyla was right.

Or Peter. 

They love to tease him - they’re both insufferable and love to annoy him. 

He’s not jealous. 

He’s not possessive or anything. 

“Miguel?” You asked, breaking him out of his trance. “You okay?”

He looked up to meet your kind eyes, and immediately relaxed before them. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’m fine. Sorry, I’m just distracted. Jessica sent me some new reports, and I need to revise all of these before I store them.” It’s funny. Miguel would never admit he was tired. Not to Lyla or anyone else. He wouldn’t even admit it to himself - but you were different. You made him feel safe. He felt like he could confide in you and tell you all that troubles his mind.

“I could help you out, if you wanted to?” You leaned against a desk, shrugging your shoulders. “I mean, I don’t have much on my plate right now. If you want, I could look at them?”

Miguel couldn’t do that.

He couldn’t give someone else his workload, couldn’t trust someone else with such an important task. Should you overlook something, the consequences could be disastrous. Even the tiniest detail could lead up to catastrophic events. That’s why he always took it upon himself to review everything himself, to make sure there were no mistakes.

“I might just take you up on that offer.” 

Huh. 

That’s not what he meant to say. 

No, what he meant to say was, 

“It would be great to have a helping hand.”

No. 

No, actually, abort mission. Abort mission.

Miguel didn’t need help. He was doing fine on his own. He was the only one qualified for such important jobs, and that was why he had to set the record straight and tell you,

“Thank you, [Y/N].”

You smiled brightly at him, one of those smiles reserved for your closest friends alone (at least that’s what he thought, because Miguel had not been stalking you, and most certainly wasn’t aware of the types of smiles you gave people).

But did this mean he was one of your closest friends?

Miguel shook his head at the thought, and you giggled – a cheerful, melodious sound that Miguel didn’t mind hearing more often.

“You know, everyone around HQ keeps saying you’re like this big bad wolf,” you begin, gesturing with your hands, as if painting a picture. “It’s funny because you’re not like that at all! It seems like I’m the only one who sees that, though. Oh, and Peter B.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “You see, the other day, we were joking about what kind of animals each one of us would be, and – “ Miguel’s ears blocked out the rest of the line.

Peter B. this, Peter B. that.

How close were you two anyway? And why are you always talking about him?

“ – And then I was like, no, Miguel would totally be a cat, and then Ben just completely faints on the floor in front of us, and we burst out laughing!” You’re doubling over yourself, even going as far as wiping tears from your eyes. “Oh, he may be dramatic, but boy is he funny. You should listen to his impression of Victorian Spider; he’s got it down to a tee! And oh – he can mimic Peter Parkedcar so well, he does this thing with his voice, in which he goes – “

He's not even that funny.

“Huh?” You questioned, looking up from your little rant.

Huh? What “huh”?

Oh. Mierda.

Had he said that out loud?

“I’m just saying, he’s not even that funny. Ben Reilly.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, and looking away. “I don’t even know why you hang out with him. He steals everyone’s jokes and makes everything about himself. Also, he’s annoying.”

Way to go Miguel. You do not sound a day over four years old. Not at all.

“Well, I find him charming.” You reply sympathetically. “We all have our flaws.”

“Charming. Tch. Sure, if you find crying over his ‘traumatising day’ which probably consists of a spilled Sepsi charming, then sure, he’s the spitting image of a charming gentleman.” Miguel scoffed, still not finding it within himself to look you in the eye.

“That’s just who he is. I mean, you can’t really blame him, that’s probably how his whole Earth is. Oh goodness – could you imagine? A whole earth full of Ben Reillys?” Your eyes widened and you grinned once again, covering your mouth with your hands. “Peter’s always saying –“

“Peter should probably get some adult friends. And doesn’t he have a baby to take care of? I mean, he can’t possibly be bothering everyone around HQ when he’s a father – you must have things to do other than listen to him ramble on and on and on about whatever topic. Dios, he desperately needs a hobby. Doesn’t he have a wife to return to?”

Perhaps Peter B. could arrange some playdates for Miguel and Mayday. Who knows, the two children might get along.

You’re looking at him, mouth agape in a grin. You supress a chuckle and clear your throat, amusement rather obvious in your eyes.

Could Miguel O’Hara, the big bad wolf leader of the Spider Society, be jealous?

“Someone seems to be a bit jealous.” Your remark was accompanied by some sort of smile that was also a smirk. Almost like you were too amused by the situation but were also flattered. Which you were.  

There was that word again.

Jealous.

Miguel ran the word repeatedly in his mind. Could it be he was actually jealous? Was he, perhaps, too possessive of you? You weren’t his. There was no reason for him to feel so protective.

“They’re just friends, you know.” You shrugged, tilting your head. A few strands of hair fell in front of your face, but you made no effort to move them. It gave you a slightly ragged look, and Miguel felt his heart leap in his chest at the sight. “You could hang out with us sometime. I’m sure they’d appreciate it. You’re the boss, I’m sure fraternising’s not against Spider Society rules.”

It was Miguel’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Yeah – right. I’m afraid any conversation I might have with them will reduce my brain capacity. Thank you, but no.” He waved his hand dismissively. It was true. Ben was a focused superhero, that was true, but he could get caught up in his own drama far too quickly. And Peter B… Peter B. was Peter B.

This was getting quite ridiculous.

Here he was, nearly stalking someone, attacking all her friends, and acting like a possessive jerk, all because he was sad said someone wouldn’t look at him, or hang out with him as much. Miguel was a grown ass man, but lately, he’d been acting like a confused teen going through puberty. You deserved quite better. Much better.

He’d dated women before, surely, he could do it again. He’d had nice dates and formulated interesting conversations. He could do all of that again. Without stalking you and following you around like a lost puppy. He could take you out and grant you a night of fun. Treat you nicely. Cook you some dinner, perhaps.

Something ran through Miguel’s mind – a thought he never expected to have – Lyla was right. Maybe it was time to do things like a proper adult instead of pouting and throwing tantrums whenever you looked somewhere else. It wasn’t fair of him to keep acting this way, and especially towards you, who’d done nothing to warrant such a weird treatment. All he hoped for was that you hadn’t noticed his strange demeanour these past few weeks.

“But, well,” he started, trying not to sound like a sulking child, “I surely don’t lose any of my faculties whenever I’m with you. Perhaps you would like to get some coffee sometimes?”

There it was.

An invitation.

(Even if slightly half-assed)

An opportunity to stop being some creepy loser (Peter’s words), and maybe get closer to you.

(It should be noted that Lyla was observing the whole thing, and although she was merely AI, the joy she was feeling was far too big to be considered “synthetic”. She was simply happy her oblivious moron of a boss had finally manned up. She was so proud. It was like watching a baby take his first steps – only in this case, the baby was a 6’9 superhero who could crush a car with his bare hands. She was proud, nevertheless. He was all grown up now.)

Your smiled softened, and you nodded.

“I’d like that. I really would.”

Miguel looked up.

Huh. That’d been surprisingly easy.

And you’d said yes.

“Really?” Were you messing with him? Was Peter going to kick his door down, shove a camera up his face and proclaim he’d been pranked?

“Yeah!” You shrugged, linking your hands behind your back. “I think it’d be fun. I’d really like to go on a date with you.” Your eyes widened. “Unless – I mean, is it a date? It doesn’t have to – I’m sorry, I just assumed – but it really doesn’t have to, and I’d love to get coffee either way!”

You scrambled for words, face heating up by the second, which made Miguel smile. He didn’t do it often, but in your presence? All was possible in your presence. You brought out the best in him.

“Would you like it to be a date?” Okay, now the ball was on your court. While Miguel had been the one to ask you out, you were the one in charge. If you told him you’d rather meet up as friends, he’d respect your decision. (Maybe stalk you some more with heartbreak in his eyes, but he wasn’t about to say that.)

“I… I’d like that. If it were to be a date, that is – I’d really like that.” You tried to hide the way your fingers fidgeted with each other, but it was far too obvious. And completely okay. Miguel too was nervous.

“Me too.”

You smiled at his words, and Miguel’s smile mirrored your own.

“That’s settled then. It’s a date.”

In the background, Lyla did cartwheels in the air, mentally congratulating her boss.

Miguel’s smile softened and reached his eyes.

Maybe he was jealous.

But he was sure it would work out in the end.

A/N: And that's it! Again, I hope you guys liked it! I'll be working on more requests, and stuff of my own hehe, I can't wait for you guys to see what else is up my sleeve. Thank you and have a wonderful day!!

[itzkirav]

Ben Reilly hcs…..

*Im surprised nobody hasn’t wrote for him😢well only one person, but that’s not enough*

PS this my first so this is prob not gonna be good

Ben Reilly x reader

He would prob be clingy guys….

I see him showing off his muscles to you to impress you.

Proving that he’s strong and that he can protect you.

He loves to check himself out.

Would want you to admire his biceps just as he does.

“Touch it, give it a squeeze”

“I know you want to”

He doesn’t mind if rest your head on them.

He prob want you to comfort him bc of his past.

Cries a lot bc of his past…

He loves hugging and cuddling you.

If you guys shared a house or apartment then he would prob have an workout area, mostly for his arms.

I imagine him checking up on you once in a while to see if your okay and if you miss him, Bc he misses you.

He likes spending time with you.

He likes doing the Spider-Man kiss a lot.

Loyal to you.

He just wants to be loved.

Prob less sad around you.

Always wants to be next you.

Y’all are always together

Likes to rest his head on your chests.

Likes receiving kisses from you.

If you were a Spider-Man/ spider-woman then you guys would do poses together, they have to be perfect.

He prob fell in love with you first.

I imagine the way he would ask you out by going up to you and saying he has feelings for you.*it took him a while to do it*

If you said yes he would prob flex that he has a date with you.

If y’all ever got in a fight he would prob be the first to beg for forgiveness…

He would be sad without you after the fight.

I don’t think he minds PDA tbh.

Would let you brush his hair.

Likes head massages.

Would miss you on his missions..

He likes to narrate so…

“I miss y/n”:( *while looking down*

“I wish y/n was here”

“Ugh can’t wait to go home”

“This is sooo boring”

He would definitely narrate while being with you.

“Protecting y/n right now *looking around*

*admiring y/n when they’re not looking”

“With y/n right now, nothing suspicious so far….”

“On a date right now so far so good”

Prob kiss him to shut him up

If he’s really in love with you, he’s head over heels..

I think he’ll call you babe, love or my love. Some of the basics

Hope y’all enjoyed!!

[kairiscorner]

me when ken is causing my ben reilly mood rn (this bitch rewatched the barbie movie wow!!!)

ben reilly x reader headcanons

he finds intelligence attractive. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS STRONG, BLONDE ASS HIMBO DOES NOT FIND INTELLECT HOT, OK, LIKE... drop random niche facts to him, explain a theory, teach him a new math formula and he's in love with you.

he offers to open jars and packets for you, ironically he struggles even though he's so buff, but he manages to get it done by breaking the container.

that, or you do it for him easier and he just falls more in love with you.

(inspired by the barbie movie my beloved <3) ben only has a good day when you look at him. like he knows you have a lot of other people to talk to and look at and fight with on missions, but when you look at him, omg, his day is MADE, HE IS WITHOUT A DOUBT IN LOVE WITH YOU EVEN MORE <333

he offers to carry you when you're too tired to walk on missions, or when you're just feeling lazy.

his dream is to carry you in his arms while swinging around the city and doing the spider man kiss with you.

LIKE HE ALWAYS ASKS YOU AFTER MISSIONS, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S RAINING, IF HE CAN SWING UPSIDE DOWN AND YOU KISS HIM

he also finds you super hot when you reject him, like... you're so out of reach, yet he loves and wants you. he has a hard time knowing when too much is too much, so you constantly have to remind him of personal space and that he's being too clingy, but ben's puppy dog eyes..........

ok, but when a villain lands a hit on you, FUCK NAH HE AIN'T TAKING THAT HE GETS ANGRY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG ASS WHILE AND FUCKS. THAT. VILLAIN. UP.

he is the adoptive kid of miguel o'hara, man knows how to get feral it just takes a lot to get him there (or just seeing you in danger is what starts it up)

he constantly says "i love you" in an over-the-top manner, LIKE HE WILL PROFESS HIS UNDYING, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR YOU IN THE LOBBY WHEN YOU HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE ELSE AND DEFINITELY COME BACK, BUT HE TREATS IT LIKE HE'S GONNA BE AWAY FROM YOU FOR A LIFETIME

he broods and mopes when you're not around like a sad lil puppy :(

then he immediately perks up and smiles more when you're back :)

shut him up with kisses <333

[angel-of-the-moons]

It’s found family central up in here I’m loving it. Hobie who’s readers lovable dumbass step in adult child almost. Accidentally called them ‘mum’ once, neither him nor reader mention it (simply just out of not wanting to embarrass him or because reader doesn’t want to push him away without meaning to). But reader’s always there for him in the little ways

Hobie: Hey y/n what’re your plans tonight? Mine are trying to fix the fucking roof of my boat because it’s fuckin’ rainin AGAIN and it’s COLD

Reader: Oh I’m just gonna light some candles, make some stew and have a little wine and get cozy under a blanket :)

Hobie: …..Can I come over plea-

Reader: Yes you may come over I already have some spare pyjamas for you and some of your favourites orange sweets. I knew you were gonna ask, honey ☺️

Awwwwe 🥺

That One Mum-Friend

Platonic!Hobie x Mom Figure!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None, mostly a short fluff drabble

🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

You were only a few years older (at most) than your peers. Hell, a bit younger in some of the cases (cough cough Peter B cough cough), but everyone knew you.

You were the mom friend. The chaperone, the babysitter.

But you couldn't help it, your motherly nature was just so deep into your personality that the two could not be separated. It kind of was the reason why you didn't have many friends outside the Society, most people deemed you too "overbearing" or y'know. Motherly. You'd step in before any "fun" or crazy stuff happened.

You were there to console the others when something happened, when someone was upset, or hell, was just lonely. You were there for them when they needed that gentle hand, or a hug, or a nap in your lap.

Your balanced nature was often why Miguel would pair you with Hobie, or Ben Reilly, to bring them a bit of stability (and to stop Ben from lamenting about his backstory or talking about his muscles for five minutes).

On one mission in particular, Hobie had actually slipped up, and in front of Ben, Peter, and Pavitr and Gwen, he called you "Mum" over the comms. He quickly sputtered and tried to backpedal, but the grin that erupted on your face had already fixed itself there.

You pretended you didn't hear it however, that you weren't paying attention to your comm.

Ben and the others? Never. Let. Him live. It down.

They even gave Hobie things to give to you on Mother's Day for extra effect.

But today? Today, Hobie showed up in your universe, soaked to the bone, his wicks soggy and shoes filled with water.

"Got stuck in the rain, lost the key to my flat, and I don't feel like crashing at HQ because of the Old Man. Can I--"

You chuckled and stepped aside, "Come on, Hobie. You look like a drowned poodle."

"Oi, you havin' a dig at my wicks?" He frowned, walking past you and into your warm, cozy apartment.

"Yep!" You grin, walking over to your linen closet and grabbing some towels, handing them to him.

"Go into the bathroom and get dried off, I might have some clothes that'll fit you. Pajamas at any rate." You hum, walking into your room to rummage through your dressers for something that might fit his tall, lithe frame.

He mumbled a thanks and trudges into the bathroom, his shoes making a depressingly loud squishing noise with every step.

You giggle to yourself and pull out some red plaid pajama pants, and one of your oversized novelty t-shirts.

They should fit.

You knock on the bathroom door and Hobie pokes his head out. He takes the clothes from you when you hand them to him and quickly ducks back to change.

And when he comes out you practically squee.

"Awww! You look so cozy!" You snicker.

"Ohhhhh stuff it." Hobie mumbles, dropping onto your couch and crossing his arms, towel still draped over his head.

"Now Hobie..." You tsk, draping your fluffy, heated blanket over his shoulders, which he automatically snuggles into on sheer instinct alone.

"Is that any way to talk to your mum?"

"Oi! It was one time!" Hobie retorted, trying to cover the blush rising in his cheeks.

"Leave off it, will ya?!"

You grin and grab a tin of sweets, and grab his hand, placing them in his palm.

His eyes get big. His favorite candies; he found them once in your universe, got hooked, and apparently yours was the only one that had them.

You had a shit-eating grin on your face as he popped the candies in his mouth.

"Nahhhh. I'm not gonna. Not when you look like a little kid all snuggled up under that fluffy blanket."

"Hey! Who d'you think you are, eh?" He said, trying to sound miffed, but failing as the warmth from the blanket seeps into his cold body, relaxing into the soft cushions of your couch.

"Oh, me?" You hum, grabbing his wet clothes to be washed.

"I'm the Spider-Mom. Didn't you know that?"

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Ice skater! Fem! Reader

A/N: Hehe new chapter bitches come feast 🤭. The usu, so excuse grammatical errors and typos, Miguel being ooc most likely. Also if anyone knows that “get your hands off my stunt” tiktok I wanted to make a reference to it in here hehe.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, Miguel not knowing how to communicate his feelings, Peter trying to get Miguel to communicate said feelings. Logan being a king lol.

Word count: 1.4k

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Chapter 12: Baby we both know,that the nights are mainly made for saying thing’ that we can’t say tomorrow day.

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“Alright, let’s practice the lift.” Logan said, as he motioned for you to step closer to him, which you quickly obliged, standing next to him as you both postion yourselves for the crucifix lift. You took a deep breath as you grip onto Logan’s tone shoulders, trying to focus on you and your partner rather than the shouts and the sound of composite hockey sticks hitting the puck that was coming from the inside of the rink that was happening 20 feet away from you. Usually on Thursdays you both wouldn't go over your lifts off the ice while the spiders practice, but with a week and a day till regionals, anxiety has gotten the best of you, and the inability to get one of the empty dance rooms to practice only helped turn that anxiety into annoyance.

As Logan goes down to position his hands on you, and began to lift you, one the hockey players thought it would be oh so funny to shoot the puck in your direction, causing it to hit the plastic barrier with a loud bang, startling you a bit as you let go of Logan’s shoulders, letting out a small screech, and a few chuckles from the players on the ice. Thank god for Logan, the heavenly partner he was, was still able to go through with the move, although his movements were slightly shaky due to the scare. It seems you both weren’t the only ones to notice the shakiness, because one of the players that wasn’t on the ice was walking by and noticed too.

“I got her, I got her.” He mumbled as he stopped behind you and placed his hands on your waist, you didn’t move from the touch since if you tried to squirm away, your hip would hit Logan’s head.

Logan in response let out a dry chuckle as he looked over at the guy holding onto your waist, giving him a once over before saying, “get your hands off my partner.” To which the other guy quickly let go, putting both hands up in a defensive manner.

“Sorry man, just trying to help.” The guy said as Logan flipped you to put you back on the floor.

“Yeah, well, I didn't ask.” Logan replied as he whipped his hands on his practice tights. You couldn’t help but let out a little snort at Logan’s sassiness.

“Reilly! Stop talking to those two and get your ass in here! We still have 20 minutes!” You turned your head once you heard Miguel’s orders to his teammate, as he skated past you three, his eyes lingering a bit longer on you then it did on Logan or on his teammate, both your eyes locking for a split second, and in that second, time slowed for a bit.

“You heard him Ben, get your ass in here!” Peter shouts next, your eyes ripped from Miguel’s to look over at him. Honestly, the only one you could really recognize in red and blue sports gear was Mig, you only knew it was Peter who just spoke from the sound of his voice, even with the numbers and the names on the back, although you didn’t really know any but Peter and Miguel. With Miguel it was easier to tell him apart from the rest since his physique was so much different from the others. Sure they were all tall and muscular, but compared to Miguel…

“Oh my god stop being a horny bitch…” you scolded yourself internally, shaking your head as you watched the guy whose name was Ben Reilly (you were guessing at least, it made more sense to you then Reilly Ben.) made his way back on the ice.

“Fucking god… he thinks I don’t know what I’m doing…” Logan scoffed under his breath as he whispered to you, his eyes narrowed as he looked over at the rink before his gaze met yours, his shifting to one of a more playfulness once he saw the look of amusement in your eyes. “What?” He asked with a slight chuckle as he moved his hands to rest inside of his jacket pockets.

“Nothing, it’s just funny. When you said it like that, you sounded so possessive.” You grinned, lightly pointing him in his ribs, your grin widened when he scowled and squirmed away from your touch in retaliation.

“Well, excuse me, for not wanting someone else who I don’t know to be touching my ice dancing partner while we practice the moves.” Logan retorted with an eye roll, taking his hands out of his pocket to instead cross his arms in front of his chest. “Besides, I know you didn’t want him to touch you as much as I didn’t.” He added with a slight head tilt and a small smirk.

“Yeah, yeah...” you scoffed with a smile.

—

“Miguel…”

“Miguel..”

“Miguel.”

“Mig-“

“Shut the fuck up Peter, I’m trying to focus.”

“I know you don’t like ‘talking about your feelings’ or whatever but you can’t just ignore her-“

“Watch me.”

Peter let out an exasperated sigh, running his hands through his light brown hair, before putting both hands onto the small dining room table that was in their tiny kitchen area, leaning his weight against it as he watched Miguel, who’s eyes never lifted from We’re he sat at the table, shifting from the notebook, to his laptop then to his textbook and back again, but never actually letting his eyes wander up to meet his friend’s.

“I can ignore her till I die.” Now that was a lie. Miguel knew it the second he uttered the words, although not a complete lie, it was still a lie. Sure, he could tease you, call you names, send you those classic smirks of his, and kiss you with more hunger than a starving man could devour food with when no one was around to look, all he wanted. But having to look you in the eyes, talking about how you made his heart race far more faster than any sort of championship game did,having to keep his jealousy at bay when he saw the was Ben put his hand on your waist in an attempt to help support you, when you and Logan were practicing outside of the rink today, knowing if he didn’t you’d be a witness to the sight of Ben Reilly getting decked in the face. The thought of having to him allowing himself to lay bare to you, he couldn’t even imagine it, he was never was one to talk to others in a way to allow himself to be seen as vulnerable, as a human with complex thoughts and emotions, so the prospect of you the only woman to make his heart stir with such emotion that it felt like he was suffering a heart attack, knowing what he hiding in the depths of his mind was utterly terrifying to him.

“Besides-“ Miguel continued, finally looking up at Peter, “I'm more focused on my next midterm to be worrying about some silly, little crush. I'm not a schoolgirl.” He finished before looking back down at his laptop, his full dark brows scrunched together as he attempted to concentrate on the more important task at hand. If he was still looking up, he’d see how Peter’s eyes widened once he had finished speaking.

“Wait… say that again.” Peter muttered quietly, Miguel looked up at his dorm mate again with a raised brow, before letting out a huff of air as he closed his laptop, knowing he isn’t going to get any work done with Peter continuing to push the conversation.

“ I said I’m too busy trying to get ready for-“

“No,” Peter almost hissed with how quickly he interrupted Miguel, “not that. You said crush, you, Miguel O’Hara just said you have a crush.” Once the words left Peter’s mouth, both males covered their mouths with their hands as their eyes widened, one in horror, the other in excitement.

“No I didn’t-“

“Oh yeah, you did!” Peter’s hands slips from his mouth, revealing that childlike grin he always seems to wear, but it was 10 times more annoying than it usually was, Miguel in response just dug his face further into his hand, muttering a curse in Spanish that his friend couldn’t quite understand.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Peter…” he mumbled into his palm, but his thoughts continued the sentence, “If (Y/N) doesn’t kill you first.”

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[skullywullypully]

Ben: Close your eyes bro. Y/N: Ok Bro. Ben: What do you see bro? Y/N: Nothing Bro. Ben: That's my world without you bro. Y/N: *tearing up* bro... Miguel:...

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Imagine your dad being a Miguel O’Hara variant and meeting Miguel pt.2

Pairing : Platonic! Miguel O'Hara x Earth Bender Reader x Spiderverse

I am back with my rant. anyway, it’s pt.2 to this,

Wordcount: 1.3k

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OKAY SO

We're back on the rant.

Because someone (cough @arianaw30) commented about how Miguel would also be like a dad to Y/N whilst Miguel 2, her actual dad, is on a mission.

And I totally agree. 

Like imagine Miguel 2 being sent out on a mission and Y/N just deciding to hang out at HQ for the day. And this mission is on a regular week day so most teen spiders and regular spider people would be out and about in their regular lives.

Which leaves Y/N with Miguel. (And her bestie Ben Reilly, but he sleeps until it's practically night, soo-)

I can also imagine that Y/N received their own gizmo. And that they'd hack it. Because although they might hate actually learning stuff because they simply can't sit still, they are still very intelligent. Like they'd mess around with the colours, and as a bender with the surrounding pieces of metal as well. They'd definitely change the colour of the screen and remodel the whole thing, complaining before that it looks a little bland and boring.

Miguel would surprisingly be okay with it as well. He didn't make it to look specifically nice, more because it'd be useful. And he's got a soft spot for you. If it were anyone else he'd be yelling already.

Miguel 2 would also have told you bits about Miguel back at home. Like he would have told you that he's cold because he lost people close to him. He does leave out how one of those people was a variant of you.

Miguel and Miguel 2 are very different in taking care of you. Miguel 2 is the type to leave you be until you royally mess up, because he knows you best. Miguel himself is more the overprotective type, refusing to let you go on a mission, and also not to keen on having anyone spar with you.

Anyway, whenever it's mainly just the two of you, you keep him company. And although you're not a kid, you're surprisingly easily amused. (That's also because technology isn't as far advanced in your world as it is in his.) You can talk for hours on end with both Lyla and Miguel. Once Miguel asked how you don't feel offended when he's grumpy or particularly agressive, and you replied with a confused cock of your hand and the exact words 'what do you mean? You're my dad, of course I know you better than anyone.' And although you're technically not 100% his, he realizes you're right. Because Miguel 2 and Miguel are generally the same, save for a specific few details.

And I can also imagine Miguel keeping a closer eye on Ben Reilly when the two of you grow even closer. Neither of you have feelings for one another, your personalities simply bounce off one another with ease. Miguel still can't help himself, Just the classic 'don't marry until you're old type'.

Everything does come to tension when you're hanging out with Ben one day, and your dad, Miguel 2, calls for back up desperately. The call is through Ben's watch, because you're technically forbidden to interfere as you're no spider person. But you're stubborn, double so as you're from the Earth kingdom and an O'Hara. And so you of course jump anyway, sending yourself into this new universe.

You don't bother appreciating the beauty of this universe, instead choosing to directly go looking for your dad. And you're quick to find him, under a tentackle of doc ock. A villain your powers give you an advantage of, as the man has a lot of metal on him.

Now imagine Doc Ock's surprise when you rip off his tentackle with a few precise movements of your body.

There were already two spider people on his ass (your father and Peter B Parker), and now you've also joined. 

Now the battle continues mostly with Doc Ock focused on you, and with you setting his 'tentackles' stuck in the ground, bending them to be unmoveable one by one. Your Miguel is already back on his feet and on his way to you, but meanwhile Peter B Parker is completely and utterly amazed by your performance here. (He hasn't met you yet.)  

Dock Ock has a lot of arms, and eventually he manages to bring a scratch on your face. Not much more, because that was his last tentackle. Unhappy with his doing, you create a ninja star out of lava, and cut this arm off, before whacking him in the face with it. You're not merciless though, so you bend his tentackle arm closed to keep him from making a mess with the fluids that run out of it, closing it off.

Miguel 2 pulls you behind him roughly after that, trapping the man in their odd red prison thingy. Cue a little while later when you're in Miguel's lab with a few stitches in your face, and not one, but two dads being mad at you. 

For the first time, they agree on why they're mad at you; you weren't supposed to be there. The both of them yell in that classic angry dad type of way for a bit, before they eventually calm down. And than they grow all soft when you softly whisper out a 'I didn't want to lose you too.' Breaking their hearts just a bit. And Miguel 2 crouches down to where you're seated comfortably on the ground and simply hugs you, telling you he never would and that you would be okay. All you do is hum in reply, and Miguel 2 messes up your hair as he often does affectionately before seeing the look on Miguel's face and giving you two space by leaving, claiming he needs a shower (you agree).

Miguel doesn't really know what to say, but he wants to comfort you aswell. Eventually he settles with telling you that if something were to happen to your dad, you'd still have a home here in the society. You hum, before looking up at him, a question clear in your eyes. When he tells you to ask away, you fill his heart with a kind of pride that he hasn't felt in a long while. You ask him if you could follow in his footsteps. You want to work in the society as well, and be able to do what he's able to do, admitting that you look up to him. And he smiles in that kind of way he only dies around you, nodding and telling you he'll teach you his ways.

Miguel might have lost a daughter once, but it seems he's gained one along the way as well.

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Gwen x reader, where Gwen runs up to who she thinks is the reader but turns out to be one of their clones, like their own Ben Reilly or Kaine.

Gwen runs up to (C/N)…

Gwen: baby! What are you-oh im sorry

C/N: Gwen? You confused me for Y/N again, didn’t you?

Gwen: well it’s just that-

Y/N: what’s going on here?

C/N: the love of your life can’t tell us apart

Y/N fakes being hurt…

Y/N: oh how could you?

Gwen:

(C/N) = clones name