✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙾' 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚊 | 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎

The wind around her felt sharp, almost like the glass that she was thrown against seconds before. She didn't know why she wasn't scared, to face the impending doom below. Maybe it was because she had relations with the ominous leader of the spider society, or because she didn't truly know what would happen when she hit the concrete. Would she die? Splatter onto the unruly ripples of the bottom floor of the building? The bigger question plagued her, had she done this before?

Y/n didn't remember her past life. The one she had before it was taken away from her. Her dimension was gone, it crashed in on itself along with everyone in it. But for some reason, here she was. Whatever she had done in her final seconds in that universe had done something. Now she wouldn't say saved her- it altered her there. And in every other dimension. There were no other Y/n's in the other dimensions anymore. Nothing to track, no traces left of what she was before. Every single Y/n in the vast multiverse was shoved into her small frame. The one that couldn't decide her eye's color or her atom's shape. The one that mixed every version of her voice into the echoing sound she made now. Y/n wondered why Miguel dealt with her so often. She'd tease, and linger around his office all hours of the day.

Why hadn't he just thrown her into some containment cell for the rest of eternity? Y/n didn't know why she was silent right now. She wasn't a shy person, or apparently a sane one either. She was less than 10 feet away from her death and nothing came out from her lips. She was so close to her death and never saw her face. Or she assumed what was left of it. A glitching mess of blocks and bold colors masked her portrait, just as foggy as her memories, or lack of them. She didn't mind it that way. Being oblivious gave her much more bliss than knowing. Maybe she could have focused, garnered her skills to take off that mask but in the end, she knew it wouldn't happen like that. Y/n would have to want to get rid of it, rid of that protective layer. Get rid of the large raincoat she wore, the one that covered all her features. The ones that weren't natural enough.

She did know one thing from her past, that it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. That this, what led to this here- was better than what she had. At Least she had gotten to meet Miguel and see a wonder of worlds and people collide together for something bigger than them. Even if it was only for a few months.

The view above seemed clear, clearer than it ever had been before. She heard the yells of the man reaching for her. She couldn't quite figure out what he was saying, or why she was so aloof in the whole situation.

Miguel reached out his hand, sending a scarlet web down to the glitching girl. She wondered if it would reach her in time, the drop was nearly over. She was nearly over. Maybe the old her would have been scared, but all Y/n could do now was look at the man diving down to grab her, the one she could now see as clear as day. The web chased against the crackling wind, it was evident it wouldn't make it in time. Miguel jammed his talons into the building's edge, catapulting himself down to the falling girl. He had to be a second early, earlier than the minute she hit the concrete.

The web finally grabbed her coat's chest. But all he saw was her dangling body. Miguel's body slams against the hard concrete, his worry overpowering his usual landing technique. "Y/N! Y/N!" Miguel shouted, folding her body over his lap. "Come on-!" He lifted her chin up, cupping her face. There was nothing covering it this time. No glitchy walls or fading blocks. Just her face. Her eyes were closed gently, much too peaceful for her death. The entire time she fell, that's all he saw, how peaceful Y/n looked. Why?

Why had Y/n looked so- at peace with all this? Had she known he'd save her, put the trust of her very life force into his hands? She knew he couldn't be trusted to do such a thing- be such a thing. A hero. He lost that privilege the day he lost his daughter, now he lost the word's meaning. But what if she didn't trust him to catch her? What if she was pleased for some other reason? A reason that became all too dangerous much too fast.