No, I know Miguel. I married a man I can confidently recite the biblical history thereof. I know every crevice of his smile lines and the innermost dramas of Alchemax's workplace. I know the secret handshake he shares with our daughter, know the way he hums when he cooks, know the way he kisses me when he gets home from work. I know Miguel, I do. I know him. But this is not Miguel. In which Y/n O'Hara has to come to terms with the fact that her husband died doing a job she didn't know about and is replaced by a starry-eyed alternate version of him from another reality. Oh, and this version's a vampire, too. ------- Miguel O'Hara X Reader Reader uses she/her, is afab contains spider-man: across the spider-verse spoilers

⚠︎ UNDER CONSTRUCTION ⚠︎ "Please, (Y/N), I don't want to do this alone." Miguel pleads. "Miguel, it is not a story we should put ourselves into." You sighed, glancing at the screen with Gabriella. "But it's a story I want with you," He whispers. ≫⊳ ── • ~ ༺ 🕷 ༻ ~ • ── ⊲≪ Miles runs to Peter, embracing him in a hug. Peter grabs him by the shoulders and waves Miguel off casually, "Don't be afraid of my friend, Miguel, he just looks scary. He's got no bite." "Peter..." Miguel spits in annoyance, turning away with his hands on his hips. "And that's (Y/N), Miguel's wife. But don't mess with her, she HAS bite. A French bite!" Peter throws his head back in laughter, earning a look of unamusement from you. ≫⊳ ── • ~ ༺ 🕷 ༻ ~ • ── ⊲≪ "Oh, ma douce..." you murmured, your gaze softening. "Miguel is my husband. We have been through everything together. He is doing this because he believes it is best for everyone-including you." You looked away, your voice catching. "Gabriella was not my flesh and blood, yet I cared for her as though she was my own. When she died..." You closed your eyes, willing the painful memory away. "No one wants that. Nor do I want to lose everything we've built. But most importantly, I do not want you to lose more than just your father." Miles's frown deepened as he pulled his hand back. "Then you know why I can't lose him." You met his determined gaze, your frown mirroring his. "Touché..." you admitted softly. "But now you understand why I must stop you." Miles straightened, his resolve unwavering. "You're not going to stop me." "Reste fort," you softly smile. (Stay strong) ≫⊳ ── • ~ ༺ 🕷 ༻ ~ • ── ⊲≪ • status: UNDER CONSTRUCTION ⚠︎ • Reader is heavily inspired by Amélie LaCroix from Overwatch (although she can look however you want her to) • This story is based on the movie "Across The Spider Verse" (spoilers!!)

⚠️⚠️ contains spoilers⚠️⚠️ 'whatever you say daddy longlegs' 'don't call me that' 'why not? you had no problem with me calling you that before you saw who i really was..' 'thats unrelated' 'you sure? or is it because me calling you daddy turns you on?' y/n ( also known as Jinks) is a graffiti artist as well as Spiderman in Southern Africa, Earth-5694. She becomes Spiderman after occurring in a lab explosion which altered her DNA into becoming half human- half spider. After befriending Hobie during one of his missions on stopping holes he later returns to take y/n to the Spiderverse where she meets some new spider-people, one spider particularly has her wrapped as well as wanting to hit him with a train. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT MJ, MARVEL OWN EVERY OTHER CHARACTER AND THING it will contain mature content e.g. smut, mature language and violence :)

Completed 18+ Mature readers!!! This will contain smut, toxicity, jealousy, possessiveness, violence and explicit language Not a happy story Every girl has hope they'll be the ones that the other person will change for, they then could fix him. And that's exactly what she thought she would do. That she could change and fix Miguel O'Hara. The question is.. can she? I do not own any of the MCU characters all copyright Goes to them.

Miguel O'Hara x Reader If you're just looking for smut go to chapter (5, 12,...) Miguel's fangs pierce your neck and you stifle a moan. He leans back and admires his work with a satisfied smirk. His eyes meet yours and he tilts his head. "Now you won't forget who you belong to." "I don't belong to anyone." You snap and turn away. He grabs your neck and pushes you roughly against the wall. "Don't make me repeat myself." ( I do not own any of the characters or images )