Hey so I haven’t been active on this blog for almost two years and I wanna explain why.
1) bad mental health issues.
I just gotten out of a relationship at the time i was writing on this account and i felt terrible. I had to go take a break from everything to recollect. I wasn’t in the right headspace to directly give you guys a good impression or to accurately describe the personal issues that i was dealing with. I have received help and I’m now fine.
2) I wasn’t enjoying what I was working on anymore.
While I enjoyed the Sunny x Miggy series, I got bad burnt out to the point I didn’t wanna finish it. So that’s why I left without saying much. The series is being retired so I can focus on other things because I felt like I was blocked in this space where I was working on a character whose culture and significance meant a lot to everyone and I felt like I wasn’t doing the character justice. I know that’s silly to say for a series about a fictional character but I hate the idea that a series I made to enjoy could have possibly hurt someone or represented the wrong ideas.
But after my break I’ve decided that I am returning to write fanfiction but not on this blog. This is gonna be my personal blog from now on and my other blog, @simpingforheros will be solely for fanfics. I’m sorry to disappoint the ones who are still here but that’s just how things played out.
I hope you all are doing very well and I hope to see some of you guys again.
Sunny, a mama bear™ that's not letting anyone self-depricate on her watch: Ben, sweetheart, everyone wants you. You’re the hot girl that everyone wants, okay?
Ben Reilly: I’m the hot girl?
Sunny: [Nods] You are the hottest girl.
Ben Reilly: [Puppy smile] I’m the hot girl!
[Before "To Love and Hold"]
Sunny: I saw a cat today and I cried so hard I almost passed out.
Miguel, in concern: Honey, are you okay? Why would you cry, it’s just a cat.
Sunny, clinging onto Miguel: BUT HE WAS WEARING A LITTLE SHARK COSTUME!!!
Miguel: What is wrong with you?!
Ben Reilly: I was designed in a lab to sicken and torment you specifically.
Jessica: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.
Peter B.: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.
Sunny: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?
Ben Reilly: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.
Miles: I dare you-
Miguel: Sunny is not allowed to accept dares anymore.
Miles: Why not?
Sunny: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.
Miguel: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*
Sunny: What did you do?!
Miguel: NOBODY DIED!
Sunny: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
Sunny: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!
Miguel: Sunny, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.
Sunny: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!
Miles: ...It was a bug.
Sunny: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!
Miguel: ...
Miles: ...
Literally every Spider-person: ...
Sunny: Stop looking at me like that!
Miguel: What is wrong with you?
Sunny: Loaded question. Elaborate.
Sunny: Relationships should be 50/50. Miguel cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.
Hi I’m sorry for the random spurt of absence. I haven’t been doing too good mentally and I have been struggling with being productive lately. I’m really trying to get y’all an update out.
I may upload something not Miguel related to warm myself back up since I have 5 fics started and locked up on.
Depression and anxiety are real sons of bitches I tell you. I hope everyone is having a better couple of weeks then I have and I promise that I will return very soon. 🩷
If you are struggling with depression, anxiety, or dangerous thoughts, please refer to these services down below and know that there’s always a safe space for everyone.
Suicide Crisis Line ((988))
SAMHSA Mental Health And Substance Abuse Hotline ((1-800-662-4357))
It’s not much but I hope it helps. See you guys soon.
Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Giselle and Sasha are best friends (have been since they were little) and live together. Sasha's been trying to let Giselle know that she's in love with her for the past year. Little does she know, Giselle has been in love with her the entire time and was simply waiting on her to notice/say something.
Giselle: 28, ghostwriter
Sasha: 27, blogger
CW/TW: Useless idiot lesbians, fluff, slight angst toward the end but quickly resolved, nsfwish at the beginning (make-out sesh), friends to lovers, pacing? We don’t know her 😭, hickeys/lovebites, this is technically an au for a Janet Jackson fic I wrote on wattpad (Giselle’s face claim is Janet Jackson during her Velvet Rope era and Sasha’s face claim is @nadirahali on instagram- will insert pics later), proofread but not really cause I’m running on sheer willpower rn
A/N: I wrote this a while ago, back in my wattpad days i still write over there sometimes and just spiffed it up a little bit for this lil love bug @certainlynotasimp Enjoy 🫶🏾🥹
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12th September 2016
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"Some people need a gesture as hard as a slap in the face to realize what's right in front of them."
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Sasha
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It baffles me how long it took Gigi to realize how I felt about her. In the end, it wasn't because she couldn't see, but because she didn't believe. Quite frankly, I didn't believe that she liked me back either. We'd known each other for years by that point. But...that's my little airhead above all else.
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Gigi flopped down on the couch next to me with a bag of popcorn, "Hey, boo. How are things going with your lady-crush?"
I shrugged, "About as boring as things go with crushes. I've been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response."
She shook her head as she tossed a kernel into the air, catching it with her mouth, "Wow, they sound dumb."
If only you knew, huh?
"But they're really not actually. They're really smart. Just…dense."
She tilted her head, "Wellll, maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don't know.... "Hey! I love you!" or something like that."
I nodded, "You're right. Hey, Giselle...I love you."
She pointed, "See! Just say that!"
I looked at her in complete disbelief, "Holy fucking shit."
She shrugged as she went back to munching on her popcorn, "If that flies over their head then, sorry Sasha, but they're too dumb for you."
"Giselle."
She looked over at me, "What?"
"I love you, you big dummy. You're the numbnut I've been trying to catch this last year."
"Really?"
"Giselle Delilah Grace Gossamer, I just told you I love you and all you can say is really?"
"Well, if it took you a year to realize I was already in love with you, I'd say my response is fair."
I rolled my eyes as I mushed her face playfully, "I genuinely fucking hate you."
She shook her head as she leaned closer, "Actually, you just told me you loved me not even 5 minutes ago. Hell, not even 1 minute ago for that matter."
I shook mine back, "You're lucky you're my best friend."
She smiled, "I know. I love you, little shit."
I held a hand to my chest, "I'm fucking taller than you!"
She pulled my hand away, tugging my body closer to hers, "And I’m older. Now, are you gonna keep whining, or tell me you love me back so we can make out?"
I rolled my eyes, "I love you, Giselle."
She smiled as our faces drew near, whispering, "I know."
I giggled as our lips met, "Mhmmm."
She dropped her popcorn as she brought her hands up to cup my cheeks, my hands gripping her waist as she slid into my lap. She bit my lip, nibbling on it softly and I couldn’t help myself so I giggled, "Did you wanna make out or eat me, love?"
She let go of my lip, pecking my lips a few times, "Mmm, maybe both, but you'd have to take me out first. Can't fuck on an empty stomach."
I rubbed her thighs as I shook my head, "If you wanted to go on a date you could've just said that."
She chuckled as she kissed my jaw, trailing down to my neck slowly, "I just did, baby girl."
I raised a brow as I tilted my head to the other side as she got closer to my collarbone, "Are you sure? You're kind of looking to make a-oh," I gasped as she bit into my neck.
She smirked against my skin, "A little lovebite? Yeah, I know."
"G-Gigi......"
"Hm," she asked as she began to suck on the area she had just been biting into.
My mouth flopped open and closed aimlessly for a few moments as I shifted underneath her, "The-there's popcorn all over the floor and stuff,” I stammered, looking for an excuse to get away so I could catch my breath. Being under her while she sucked on my skin was making me feel feverish and left my head swimming.
She shrugged as she licked back up my neck, kissing my lips as she quirked up one of those maddeningly perfect eyebrows, "Yeah, what about it?"
I gripped her thighs, shaking my head, "You are the biggest flip-flop I've ever met, you know that? It just took me like 10 minutes to get you to realize that I was in love with you. Now you're not only in my lap, but you're-mmmmm."
She let go of the sweet spot with her teeth, leaning into my ear, "Problem? Sounds like you're enjoying yourself."
"I kind of actually do wanna take you on a date though….I know you were messing around, but…..I wanna take you out on a date. Like a real one and not just one of our best friend dates where we get super drunk at the end and almost make out," I responded as she pulled back.
She cooed as she squished my cheeks, "Awww, my little bestie-westie's in loveeeee."
I rolled my eyes, "You get on my nerves. Get your damn popcorn off my floor and I'll take you wherever you wanna go."
She narrowed her eyes as she looked me over before leaning in and kissing all over my face sloppily, "In a moment, please."
I giggled and squealed as she kissed my face, her hands moving to tickle my sides, "Giselle, you're supposed to be cleaning up!"
She kissed my forehead a few more times, her hands returning to my cheeks as she did so, "Mwah, mwah, mwah! Now, I'm done."
I looked up at her, smiling as I pulled her hands from my face, subsequently bringing her face back down to my level as I tugged, "I love you, Giselle."
Her hands slid out of my grip, fingers lacing through mine as she spoke, "I love you too, Sasha."
I licked her nose as she leaned closer, "Now get your mangy ass off of me and get that damn popcorn off my floor. I'm taking you to dinner."
She rolled her eyes as she let go of my hands, wiping her nose as she stood, "I fucking hate you sometimes. Fancy or casual dinner?"
"I'd have thought you'd go for something more meaningful, but you're the boss, I guess," she remarked as she bent over to scoop the fallen popcorn back into its bag.
I smacked her ass as I pushed off the couch, using my hold on it to pull myself up, "You're right, I am the boss and I wanna take you somewhere meaningful to me, it just also happens to be kind of fancy."
She reached back, yanking my hand, "Now just why would you think it's okay to smack my ass like that?"
I shrugged as she let go of my hand, "Not like I haven't smacked it before. Something change?"
"Uh, no, I still don't like that shit, don't play with me. Go shower or some shit."
"Mhm, what color are you wearing?"
"I don't know. Where are we going?"
"A French place."
"Remember that emergency hot nude and green outfit you got for me?"
"Awww, you're pulling it out for me?"
"Yeah, it's perfect."
"So, I guess I'll wear something similar then."
She stopped picking up pieces of popcorn, standing up straight, "Sash......you wouldn't happen to be taking me where I think you are, would you?"
"And where would you believe I'm taking you," I asked as she draped her arms over my shoulders, "For all you know I could be planning to kill you, G."
She shook her head, "See, I know you, Sasha Aquanetta Sullivan. And I know you're trying to take me somewhere you know is wayyy too expensive."
I shrugged as I rubbed her arms, turning my head to kiss the inside of her left arm, "We'll see. I'll be in my room showering and grossly shaving every inch of my body. Come hit my door when you're done getting dressed, okay?"
"Deal. Don't be a bum and actually get cute, huh?"
I pushed her arms off, rolling my eyes as I made my way towards the hallway, "You are the bane of my existence, Ms. Gossamer!"
"That why you keep me around, huh?"
"The jury's still out on that one, just hurry up and get your ass ready, girl!"
I opened my closet, looking over the rainbow of fabric that hung from the racks on either side of me, my hand stopping on a transparent piece of green clothing.
It's perfect.
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Giselle
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Sash must've really thought I was actually dumb all this time. Little did she know I was in love with her long before I realized she even liked me. Yeah, I thought it was just dumb hope, but it wasn't. It was to be expected though. What two best friends don't develop feelings when they've lived together since they graduated high school?
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I knocked on the door softly, "Sasha?"
"Come in."
I pushed the door open and she looked up from her foot that she was sliding a heel onto, smiling, "Wow."
I ducked my head, "Don't start the stupid, mushy shit. I'm still the same me, Sash."
"Well, I know that. You're still my little dumbass, but I've never seen your bum ass get all dressed up like this for anyone before."
"Well, I've never been in love before, either. Just......stop staring at me, creep. Put your shoes on. You look cute."
"I don't know, I feel like it's too.........something. I can't tell if it's not enough, or too much."
"You look perfect, Sasha. Now seriously, hurry up. It's supposed to rain later tonight and I will be damned if I get my hair wet for you. I love you, but not that much."
She rolled her eyes in feigned exasperation as she zipped up her shoe before sliding on the second, "Alright, alright. You happy now?"
I held out my hands, "Yes, now come on."
She took them as I stepped closer, pulling her up, "You know, just because you're older than me doesn't mean you get to rush me. It's still me taking you out and not the other way around. You ready?"
"Yeah."
Our hands intertwined as we walked out of her bedroom. The house seemed to grow larger, stretching out before us as we walked. I had to admit that I had bolts of ecstasy shooting through me, all radiating from the palm of my hand. It was probably slick with sweat and anxiety.
That's embarrassing.
There was something about this walk right here though. The hallway was longer, her hand was warmer, it was surreal. I wasn't even sure I was awake at the moment. Hell, for all I know this could be some kind of fever dream.
I stopped walking as we got to the space just between the living room and dining room, "Wait."
She turned over her shoulder, her face full of concern, "You okay?"
"Come back for a second," I whispered, waving for her to stand in front of me.
She did so and I took her other hand, looking up at her nervously. Her thumbs ran over my knuckles as she lowered her voice, eyes searching mine frantically, "What's wrong?"
I choked on my voice as I responded, the words barely escaping my throat, "I can't do this..."
Nevertheless, she understood every one of them as she questioned, "Can't do what exactly?"
"Whatever this is. I can't do it just yet. Not right at this second, at least......Pinch me."
"What?"
"So I know I'm awake and this is actually happening and not just some fever dream I’m gonna mention in the future only for you to look at me like I'm crazy. Pinch me. I'd tell you to kiss me, but I've done it thousands of times in my dreams and-"
She kissed me anyway. Lips capturing mine and effortlessly shutting me up as they went. One of her arms wrapped around my waist as the other trailed to my side, lingering for a moment before she pinched me and I broke away from the kiss, "Ow, okay, you can let go now, mom!"
She giggled as she kissed my forehead, "Well, you're fully awake, aren't you?"
"If this were a dream, that would've just made me hyper-aware of said fact, so yes, I am."
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Ahshdhdhshshs I was rereading the father's day fic and just,,,,,
The idea of Miggy with his kids lying on his chest is beautiful.
Like, him just lying there, with his tiny kids-! Like when a Lion's got its cubs on it!
Agh!!!!!
...he makes my brain turn into mush...
My brain turns into mush too thinking about him 🥰🥰.
The sunlight trickles in through the blinds as the soft click of brings the sleeping man out of his dreams. Feeling the sheet pulled back from his bare chest, Miguel rubs his eyes as he feels a light weight placed onto his chest with the familiar coo of his new bride,
“Happy First Father’s Day, Papi.”
Miguel’s eyes focus onto the wiggling little infant on his chest as her large head of curls lifted up to look at him. Her match brown eyes lighting up as her chubby legs kicked at his chest, trying to scoot closer to him. Her little gurgle for him to hold her causes the half awake man to wrap his arms around the now squealing girl.
I feel like Sunny is a MENACE when she finds out her kids have spidey powers. She would 100% randomly go “KILL” while holding her baby and Miguel gets hit in the face by webs 😭😭
Giving this vibe so much. 🤣😂
Sunny, Holding a 3 year old Gabriel: Babies, Kill.
Gabriel shoots Miguel with some webbing.
Miguel, unamused and holding their 6 year old Maria covered in webs: This is not funny, mi amor
Jessica, not looking up from her newspaper: He's on his honeymoon.
Someone: Honeymoon? With whom?
[Meanwhile:]
Sunny and Miguel: [Insert "Accidentally In Love" by Counting Crows here]
☺️ I love this. The honeymoon scene from Shrek 2 was always my favorite as a kid.
I headcanon that only the main group that they hung around was invited to their wedding and no one else in the Spider Society knew that they got married.
I kinda wanna say Miles wasn’t invited and he was the one looking for Miguel
I saw a tiktok that said that Miguel was like the edgy romance novel male love interest and...
...haven't really seen him the same since.
(Link to vid! Copy/paste: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJCUjRKV/)
I mean, it makes sense! He WOULD BE that type of character, but I digress.
(Also, now I kinda lowkey imagine Sunny and Migs reading cheesy romance novels together in stupid voices).
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Why is this calling me out on my type in men?…
Hiding all of my romance books
But for real imagine Sunny makes Miguel do all the book boyfriend trends like leaning in the door way or pinning her arms to the wall….
((Video references: Door lean, wall lean, wall pin 1, I like this one too, miguel door lean vibes, wall pin 2,))
He complains that they are stupid but loves seeing her happy.
He also likes how small she looks under him
He and her would definitely read trashy romance novels and make fun of how unrealistic some of the scenarios are and would say the lines out loud in order to prove how stupid they are.
If he notices Sunny likes certain scene especially from the spicy sections, he makes notes for the future…
Y’all do the same thing with romance movies and telenovelas.
He sounds way hotter than any McDreamies saying those stupid lines though.
Booktok girlies or thembies, leave me some romance book recommendations too in those comments because my Price and Miguel hunger needs to be fed lol.
Hii, i think a good idea for a one shot could be that there's a canon event where the spiderperson!reader have to do the iconic Spiderman kiss in their universe, like Spiderman 3 (toby's one) with Gwen stacy or whoever you want, but they are in a relationship with Miguel LMAOOO btw im sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, english is not my first language <3
Rewrite the Stars
((Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader))
A/N: A non Sunny x Miggy post? How odd for me lol. I’m so sorry this is super late and to everyone whose requested, I’m working slowly but surely on y’all’s stuff. If you wanna read some stuff in the meantime, here’s the Masterlist and feel free to join my discord.
A/N: I tried doing the you/yours pronoun thing because this isn’t a Sunny fanfic but I really don’t like it lol.
Warnings: Jealous Miguel?, Unrequited/Forbidden? Love, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, Barely use of Y/N, and no Spanish this time ((I’m trying to find a new translator and hopefully an editor))
The universe.
One of life’s greatest mysteries. A mass of stars and galaxies that housed so many lives within its many pockets. The lives of so many people whose lives were already written within its cloudy arms and their ends cemented in its pools of nothingness.
A beautiful cycle of cruelty and destiny.
A cycle that was the reason for your utter misery as you sat at a bar listening to your dimension’s Ben Riley blabber on about some football game you cared nothing about.
His oblivious brown eyes sparkled at the fascination with the game as his dimpled smile accentuates his sharp jawline. The warm lights from above caused a healthy glow to bounce off of his shaggy blonde hair, almost making him look like an angel. You can see why Spiderverse assigned him as your love interest.
In your earth’s canon, you were a typical woman who had gotten bit by a radioactive spider during a high school field trip and you spent your entire high school experience thrashing goons instead of chasing boys. Even helped take down some aliens with the Fantastic Four and the Avengers at times before college finals. Spiderwoman was New York’s beloved hero and the cockiness of being its one and only SpiderWoman quickly got into her head.
That was until six months ago.
Six months ago, you were fighting the Vulture over the Empire State Building when another, more mutated version of the same villain appeared. They both decided in your state of delirium over the doubles that you would be a good plaything.
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“Hey, I didn’t ask for a combo with my chicken!” A feminine spider’s voice screeches as she avoids the hooked talons of the erratic variant.
The two villains took turns flying menacingly around the scope of buildings to throw the hero off of their location while the other swooped in and tries to rip her throat out.
As she attempts to escape the feathered monster, its companion would come and slice away the web of salvation, continuing the vicious cycle.
Blood blinded her vision as the loud ringing at the base of her skull grew louder. The causes of that annoying alarm grasp their razor claws into her shoulders before sweeping her exhausted body into the air with a victorious snarl.
‘I guess this is the end…’
As the heavens draw closer to her doom, her life hanging up by the slicing of her muscles and bones, a glimmer of fate happens. The warmth of a flash barely registers as the first ache disappears with a startled squeak and a burly force. The sudden change in feeling takes her breath away as she suddenly begins to plummet below.
Her eyes quickly adjusting to the suffocating drop, she can see that one of the Vultures was now fighting an even more prominent blue figure, his howls of pain and unintelligible cursing heard from the stumbling brawl.
As the flash from her familiar foe reaches around the building, she shoots her web at him and used him as a glider.
“Time to ground you, birdie!” She yells as she throws the villain through a window. Catching her grip on the building, she looks at her new foe in the sky and the wind is knocked out of her from the sight.
The man who saved her was in a futuristic spider suit with his mask now off. His dark hair flutters in the wind as the setting sun makes his tanned skin glow. His red eyes glare at the wiggling mutant as his full lips pull back into a snarl. His jaws open revealing a set of large fans before he plunged them into the mutant.
Who the hell is that?
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“(Y/N)?…” Ben frowns as he realizes his date was lost in her thoughts.
You snapped out of your head and fake an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was remembering something….”
That wasn’t a complete lie. You remembered the day you met Miguel O’Hara. The Spiderman of the year 2099 and the leader of the inter-dimensional Spider Society. The anomaly that had come into your world had brought the two together and you were recruited due to your stubbornness, much to Miguel’s annoyance.
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“No.” His annoyance dripped from these words as he glares down at you. You were caught in wonder at the idea of there being other Spidermen and that they worked together to stop the collapse of the entire universe. The thought seemed too good to be true that you just had to ask if you could join until those red eyes shot your dream through the heart.
“What do you mean ‘No’?” You ask in disbelief. Your own eyes glared deep into his soul as your hands balled into fists. “I’m a Spiderman just like you! How could you-!”
“You are not like me.” He coldly snaps at you, your ranting briefly interrupted as the man towers over you. His clawed hand grasps your face as his glare sets a spark of fury down in your chest.
“You will never be like me and you will never-!” “Is that our new recruit?” A smooth British accent appears behind Miguel as a spiked-headed Spiderman peeks around his bulking figure.
“No, she’s-” The tall punk pulls you away from Miguel with a mischievous laugh as he introduces himself. “Ello, love, my name is Hobie. Hobie Brown.” He leans down with a sly smirk as his mischievous attitude infests your being like a plague. “Just play along, mate. Let’s riffle this wanker’s undies.” He whispers as you giggle.
“Nice to meet you, Hobie.” I allow a sly smirk to slide onto my face as I look back at the now very annoyed Miguel. “My name is (Y/N) and I’m happy to join.”
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The distant sound of screams filters through the bar as the distinct sound of a car being tossed into another building.
Looking at my gizmo disguised as a watch, you realized that the canon event was starting.
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“You did well today,” Miguel admits under his breath. Looking at him in shock, you realize that he wasn’t scowling like he normally was. He had a softer expression, his eyes shining with approval as his lips quirked into a mimic of a smile.
The mission had almost gone rouge with the escape of a prowler and him hiding low in a crowded dimension. Despite the obvious danger, Miguel opted to go alone like usual, but his lack of spider sense caused him to get caught up in a trap. Talons and Fangs don’t really help if you can’t exactly move around to use them, so he ended up taking serious blows.
Luckily, you managed to get there and tumble with the villain long enough for the others to rescue Miguel, and the team managed to recapture the prowler. Of course all of them looked pretty bad injuries wise, but the look Miguel had as you sat there bandaging up his wounds made it worth it for some odd reason.
“Thanks Boss.”
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June 27th : SpiderWoman of Earth 648 will rescue love interest, Ben Riley, from an attack against The Rhino….
The roaring of the mechanical beast fills the panicked screams of the patrons as the sinking feeling falls in your chest. Ben is quick to play the hero like any guy would as he grabs your arm and drags you out towards the emergency exit. Just like the timeline said it would.
You use the chaos to your advantage as you pretend to trip and get lost in the crowd of people struggling to escape from the emergency exit.
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“What do you mean by that?!” I snapped at an irritated Miguel.
Lyla was surprisingly quiet as she watched the duo argue. Miguel whips around at you as his ruby eyes scorched into yours. His talons point at you accusingly as he reiterates your next canon event.
“On June 27th, you are going to be out on a date with Ben Riley. The Rhino is gonna attack that street and you’re gonna save everyone, and afterwards you’re gonna have to kiss him.” His frustration evident as his permanent frown creases.
You stare into his eyes in defiance as you coldly utter, “No. I’m not gonna kiss Ben Riley.”
“And why not? He’s your love interest!” Miguel exclaims, obviously more furious than before. “You’re the Peter to his MJ. You gotta kiss him because you’re destined to be.”
“I don’t love him! I don’t even like his whiny ass!” You snap as you felt your frustrated tears roll down your face.
It’s true. Before you joined this team, you would have been thrilled that you were destined to be with Campus Hunk Ben Riley. He was everything you could ever want from a guy. He was good looking, sensitive, athletic, and social able. The all around good guy you would be proud to bring home to your folks.
But…
Sharp grasp on your shoulder alerts your attention back to Miguel as he slams you back against the desk. His eyes burning embers as he glares down at you.
~~~~~~~~~~
Changing into your spidersuit, you began to fight The Rhino with a distracted daze in your movements.
The memory from a week prior burning in your mind as you sloppily avoided cars and harsh blows. After a few well timed flips and back kicks, the brute decides to throw a large street cleaning truck towards the alleyway. Just like Lyla predicted when she handed you the file.
The Rhino is gonna throw a street cleaner towards the alleyway where Ben is. SpiderWoman will stop the truck before impact and sling it back towards The Rhino ending the fight.
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“And why is it that you are being so difficult?!” He snaps as his fangs glimmer from his scowl. A cute trait you used to love about him until it was pointed at you. “You are no better than a spoiled child with how you are acting so you better have a good fucking reason!”
You growl back at him with a tear rolling down your enraged face.
He had no right to argue with you about your life, not when he’s the one making it difficult.
~~~~~~~
Shooting a web out towards the buildings, you catapulted yourself into the air and landed in front of the truck. Quickly reusing the web with some enforcements, the truck was bounced back to the The Rhino. The enormous foe gets trampled by the machinery as the crowd cheers for SpiderWoman’s dreaded victory.
“Way to go SpiderWoman!!” A familiar voice joins the crowd as I see Ben on the ground, obviously he either tripped or fell back to avoid the truck. You offer a hand towards him as you thank him softly.
“Thank you.” I faked the smile in my voice as the crowd disappears, leaving the two of you in the alley way.
~~~~~
Finally snapping at him, you yell out in fury,
“BECAUSE HE’S NOT YOU!”
With a frustrated slap to Miguel’s face, you run past him and escaped back to your dimension, heartbroken over how the events to come and what just happened that despite everything you couldn’t change fate.
No matter how many times you fell asleep during long nights talking on his observation deck. No matter how many playful sparring matches turn into flirty comments. Not even the little gestures of bringing the grumpy spider his coffee and him bringing you some sweets during meetings could change that the star already written your path.
You fell in love with a man who isn’t meant to be yours.
~~~~~
It’s been a week since that fight and you still haven’t seen or heard from him. It hurt to know that your confession was brushed aside while you had to continue the continuity. You half at least expected him to be here to make sure you at least followed through with the canon event.
“Would you like a swing home?” I offer just like I’m supposed to. The moment that was meant to be a nervous beginning to a love story felt like the beginning of heartache as I watched a blush form on his face.
“Sure,” he answered before a flash of realization that his date was suddenly not with him. Another trait you wouldn’t have noticed if you were as in love with him as you were suppose to be.
“Hey my date isn’t here…I think she got hurt or lost during the panic.” His concern caused a pang of guilt to stab her in the chest.
Recovering quickly, you shoot out some webbing and playfully hang upside down infront of him. “Well I guess that swinging date will have to be postponed.”
“Wait it was gonna be a-!”
Quickly, you pulled down the mask enough to deliver a quick peck to his rambling mouth. You force out a giggle as he stood looking at you flabbergasted.
“See ya, Riley.” You swing off as the man bumbled to even ask how you knew his name.
Lyla just said it was a kiss, not a what kind of kiss.
With a heavy heart, you swing back home as you tried to remember that this was all for the sake of the canon. That Miguel didn’t care for you the way you did for him. You tried your hardest to tell your aching heart that those past few months were you just making too much out of nothing.
You mournfully entered your apartment through the bathroom window you normally kept unlocked . You stripped away the skin tight fabric before wrapping yourself in the familiar comfort of your robe as you exited the room into a dim lit living room.
You heart stick in your chest as you see Miguel standing there in your living room in his bright blue spider suit and a beautiful spring lily in his hand.
“Miguel? What are you doing here?…” You ask as yoy warily approach him, scared he’s gonna do something to you.
He shakes his head, refusing to answer as he hands you the flower. It’s soft white petals shining in the pale moonlight as you smile fondly at it. They were your favorite flower. Something you told Miguel a million times before.
Before you could thank him for the kind gesture, a soft thump above you alrets you to look up. A spindle of glowing webbing cascaded down the ceiling with the large spiderman now suspended upside down from it. His free hand caresses the side of your face as his eyes stared softly into yours.
“I can’t change the canon, mi amor…” he whispers sadly before mischief lights up his molten gaze. “But we certainly can try to rewrite the stars for us.”
An excited nod from you causes his chest to rumble as he pulls you into a slow passionate kiss.
You were glad this is a canon event for spider men despite it not going as planned.
I love that you’re taking the day to highlight black writers, which is something most fandoms don’t do in general so I appreciate you doing this. I mean this with completely no disrespect, but, as a small correction, Juneteenth is not a day for POC it is specifically for black people and black people only
Hey, sorry for the late response, I was serious about not posting on Juneteenth lol.
And I am so sorry for using POC in my intial post.
Thank you so much for correcting me and I have edited the original post.
I hope everyone has a safe and happy week and spread the love and knowledge.
