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If you are okay with writing this, do you think you can write a Miguel x F!Reader (whose a Spider) oneshot where Miguel finds out the reader is pregnant due to his hearing, and the reader reveals she kept it a secret because she didn’t know how to tell him.

Not Meant To Hear Yet.

summary: Miguel had came back from a meeting with the spider-society and overheard you panicking in you’re shared bathroom. He continued to overheard something he wasn’t meant to hear yet…

characters: Miguel O’Hara. Jessica Drew.

warnings: crying. reader having a panic attack. angst. implied smut. little love confession.

genre: angst. romance. fluff.

reader: fem! spider-woman! reader

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This was not what you wanted to happen, you didn’t want a to have a child this young. You were 24, your boyfriend of 4 years, 27. And a couple months ago, you’d found out you were pregnant. At first you didn’t believe it, until all the test you took all came back positive. You didn’t want this, well you did want a child, just not this early..

And how were you going to tell Miguel this, you were sure he wouldn’t take the news good. You’d thought at the time you were for sure on the birth control..

He was at a ‘meeting’ with some members from the spider-society while you decided on staying home. After he left you did your normal routine, house chores, out chores. Miguel always insisted that you didn’t have to do that whenever you stayed home, he didn’t want you to be worked up and more tired then you normally should.

After your ‘chores’, you rush to your shared bedroom that was up the stairs. Dialing your phone, you call Jessica. She answers in a calm tone, while you answer in a worried tone. “Hey are you okay? What is it you need help with? You seem worried..” She said, a version of her showing up infront of you, she was on her motorcycle on a street in her universe.

You clack your nail repeatedly on the counter repeatedly, deciding to tell her what happened once she’d stop at a light. “Okay don’t get to excited or anything since your riding your motorcycle, but.. I’m pregnant..” You say waiting for her response and reaction.

As Jessica sat at the light, she started asking you a dozens of questions, “Do you know the gender yet?”, “Top 5 names if it’s a girl or boy?”, “Does Miguel even know yet?” You didn’t say anything after that question. Just from a minute of silence, she knew you hadn’t. “You haven’t told him have you..?”

Miguel had teleported into the house, he took his costume off and replaced them with comfortable clothing he’d left from the previous night before on the couch, while doing so, he heard you talking to someone. He figured it was important so he shrugged it off and started taking the ingredients out for dinner you were going to be cooking on this bittersweet night. “I just don’t know how to tell him that there’s a baby on the way.” He paused his movements. Had you just said what you said was truly real. It seemed seemed specious, but it wasn’t. It was true, real. “I don’t know how he’ll take the news, I want him to be happy about it and all but, what if he’s not, what if he’s angry about it..” That made him feel egregious and compunctioned. You thought he wouldn’t react well or good to the news..? He frowned and sat on the couch, still ‘eavesdropping’, but not on purpose of course.

After the conversation you had with Jessica, you pranced down the stairs to see Miguel on the couch, you froze halfway on the stairs panicking, you hoped he didn’t hear that whole conversation with her, and that he’d just gotten home. You continued your way down the stairs, he looked up to see you. God, he thought you looked so seraphic. “Hello Mi Rey, how was your day?” You say as you walk up to him and give him a sweet kiss onto of his forehead, after you ran your hands through his hair and smiled sweetly at him.

It took him a second or more to respond to your daily question, “It was good baby, do you feel okay right now? Your red..” He says. He knew what he was doing, he already knew what happened now.

You look in his eyes, look down and chuckle. “Yes dear I’m fine, I’m going to start dinner now.” Kissing his cheek, you walk to the kitchen to see he put what you needed out. “Aww, thanks for putting everything out, thank my hombre guapo. Would you like to help me with dinner tonight?” You say peaking your head out of the kitchen into the living room.

He stands up and walks over to you, “Only if that means we can play music?” He says as his large hands wrap around the small of your back and butt. Whenever he meant “play music”, he meant while the food was cooking and the both of you had time to waste to dance around in the kitchen and plant gentle kisses on one another.

You look to the side and frown for a second, debating your words of choice. “Miguel?” You say looking up at him.

After you just saying his name, he got quite worried. “What is it mi amor?” He said looking deep into your eyes.

“Whatever happens, I just hope you know I love you, so so much.. Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” You say, feeling different waves of emotions coming over you.

He was surprised. He thought that something bad was going to happen, but surprisingly it wasn’t anything bad. You were having one of your moments where you just wanted to say that you loved him. “God I love you too y/n..” He says shoving you into his broad chest.

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After making dinner the both of you sat down at the table, across from eachother. It was quiet, that weirded you out a little, he was always the one to start a conversation at the table..

You clear your throat and look up at him, “Soooo, did anything interesting happen with them today?” You say, taking another sip of your soup. Your mind was racing with random question and things you had to finish after eating.

He looked up, didn’t say anything, until a couple moments later. “Nope not really.. But there is something I’d like to talk about with you.” He said in a significant tone, as he pushed his soup bowl to the side, with his glass of water.

You took note of this, his tone was never like this unless there was something wrong or serious we needed to talk about. “Okay…” You drag out as you do the same gesture as him, pushing your glass and bowl out of the way.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant..?” He asked. His shoulders were tense, as he stood properly in his chair.

Oh god, he knows..? But how, that shouldn’t have been unless he heard me upstairs, is that why he was so tense when I came down the stairs.. “Look Miguel, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to break the news to you.” You felt a sense of compunction rush over you. “I didn’t know how you would react, or how you felt about having a child.. I just..” You didn’t finish anything, tears ran down your cheeks, as you didn’t look at him but at the cleared area in front of you on the table.

You didn’t see him, but he got up and started walking towards you. He wrapped his strong and well-knitted arms around you, you cried and cried in his chest. You felt horrible, you were gasping for air at this point from crying.

He let go of you and took your flushed face in his hands. “Look Hermosa, I’m not angry, I’m just a little sad that you’d think I’d feel that way. I’m happy that you are okay?” Staring at you, he waited for you to nod. When you did he gave you a kiss, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom where the both of you would go to sleep. And clean up the both of you made from cooking tomorrow. “Goodnight, Mi Amor.”

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notes: Thank you so much for requesting, I truly hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

June 4, 2023

9:30am

hi i love your writing so much! barely anyone writes for pitch anymore you’re like a blessing for real! Could you do a continuation of the cupid! x pitch fix you made? It can be anything honestly just the same characters, i’ll read anything with pitch im so deprived…. 😭 keep up the great work!

I’m Something To Him.

Summary: Toothiana catches you and Pitch laying in bed together, and doesn’t realize she’s made a mistake once she’s told the guardians about the situation she witnessed.

Characters: Pitch Black, Jack Frost, Toothiana, Bunnymund, North, Sandy

Warnings: Guilt/Regret, Angst, Manipulation?, Implied Smut

Genre: Fluff, SFW, Romance, Angst

Reader: Fem! Cupid Reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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You never think you’d find yourself in this predicament, but you were in this second.. You were faced by the other guardians, all of them hovering over your small and fragile frame. Anger, confusion, and more smeared onto there faces. Toothiana looked at you with shame and guilt, you knew it was her who snitched you out. You just stared at her, you’re breath hitching each time you took a breath in and out

You didn’t know how this happened, you really didn’t. You didn’t mean to get into bed with him, he was too alluring to not. You remember the way he touched you, the way he made you feel more anything in this whole world, the way he made you feel like the whole world in fact. You didn’t even know how she found out..

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“Guuuuuys..! I’ve noticed something, that you guys haven’t~” Toothiana says flying around in North’s layer while the other guardians stare up at her, “What have you noticed now?” “Soooo you guys know y/n..?”

Jack stares at her blinking his eye sarcastically, “Yeah, who doesn’t?” “Cmon’ boys, let’s listen to what she has to say..” North says harshly patting Jack’s back as he sits beside Jack and Bunnymund.

“So you know how we are always fighting with Pitch-“ “Just get to the damn point already will ya’?!” Bunnymund’s eyes widen and he gets visibly annoyed.

“Okay fine! Pitch and y/n whenever they’re fighting are touchy okay, and so uhm basically they’re in her layer, together… and I think they were uhm doing stuff, if you know what I mean.” Sitting gently on a random table, she looks down. Feeling guilt rush over her, she didn’t want to tell or anything but she felt wrong about the whole situation playing out. As she walked into your layer, she heard nothing, it was eerie walking into your layer not hearing anything. She walked around calling out your name, not knowing if you were there or not. She walked in your kitchen, living room, dining room, no matter she went she hadn’t seen you. There was only one place she hadn’t looked, your bedroom, she started walking over to the heart-shaped door, looking at the handle and opening it. She looked around not seeing much, until she looked at your bed. She didn’t expect to see what she saw, but she did. You and Pitch laying together, arms and legs tangled around each another as what your blanket’s silhouette had been showing. She gasped at the sight, she didn’t know what to do she just stood there looking at you. Not believing that you’d be in bed with someone you and your friends hated.. she immediately closed the door, and flew to North’s immediately.

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“Why y/n why?! Why would you do that, that is forbidden..” North says towering over you, walking closer and closer to you until you fell on the floor as tears ran down your flushed cheeks. You didn’t know what to say, you felt guilty for what you did, giving away your innocence to a man who had no ounce of innocence in his veins.

“I-I’m sorry I really am! I got caught up in the moment, he made me feel like something I-I didn’t know what to do please I’m sorry!” Crying uncontrollably, your voice cracking in between say your apology. Toothiana looked at you, regret flowing through her body as she saw how terribly sorry you were. She had regretted it a lot, to much to put into words.

After the argument, they were to never see you again, they fled into your place a couple days later to see all of your belongs gone. Nothing in the lovely, innocent, pink layer you once lived in. With a huge waterfall, and a heart-shaped fireplace, now sad and empty, little light seeping into the layer giving it a feeling, a feeling of guilt. They’d never see you from that day on, layer still abandoned, covered in dust, and light shades of paint chipping away.

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Notes: Sorry for this situation being weird but, let me explain, so basically I wrote half of it then I deleted the request to restart the story then couldn’t find it until I was browsing through my own page, so here is the sorry and sorry for it taking so long, I hope you enjoyed it though! Have a great morning/afternoon/night!