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Pairing : Platonic! Miguel O' Hara X Teen! Symbiote! Reader

Genre : fluff, lowkey crack

Summary : Miguel's soft for you. (Parenting is hard.)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, abuse, nothing too deep

Wordcount: 1.4k

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" Oh no." Miguel breathes out. He glances around the room. It looks horrible, it was too late. 

The room was covered in blood. The chipped wallpaper had always been disgusting, but now it had a reek of death over it. He can only imagine how it went down here. 

" Uhm, actually. She's still alive." Layla suddenly glitches into existence. 

Miguel's eyes widen under his mask as he turns to her.

" What?"

" Yeah, she made it out alive. " She tells him, showcasing a security video taken out on the street.

And indeed, you were alive. Barely, but still. The cameras follow you until you eventually pass out into an alleyway. But something is wrong. The date on that tape dates back 2 years ago. That cannot be possible- Or can it?

" Who are you?" 

Miguel turns around, claws jumping out as he turns to face the voice.

He's surprised as he comes face to face with you. You're in terrible shape. Skinny, bags under your eyes and dirty. 

You glance at his claws before shaking your head. 

" Trust me, you don't want to do that." 

He cocks his head. Anyone with the injuries you had when you escaped your abusive household would be dead. He doesn't want to take his chances with whatever saved you.

" I'm Spiderman-"

" No you're not. I know that dude. He lives a few streets from here." You scowl.

You don't seem intimidated in the slightest. Still seated with one knee up to your chest in the window sill, your posture slacking.

" I'm from a different dimension. I want to give you a chance." He tells you.

You cock your head.

" A different dimension? And a chance at what?" 

" Yes. A chance at living. You wouldn't have to be alone anymore."

" I'm never alone."

-

To this day, he doesn't know how he managed to convince you to join the spider society. You're one of the very few non spider people around.

So far, years have passed. He's gotten to know you a lot better. Your name is Y/N L/N. And you're the host of Toxin. The strongest symbiote he's ever come across, and he's come across Carnage. ( Which is also apparently it's 'parent' symbiote.) It also led to him bringing you on the team. 

You're a complicated person, having been through a lot at a young age. You had been severely abused by your own parents for a reason he doesn't know (or would ever understand.) Your healing journey was scary, but you had hardened from your experiences, putting up a barricade around people. Thankfully, it crumbled since Miguel now had your back. It made Miguel soft towards you. The society he was building was small when he found you, making you one of the first members. Determined to not give you the fate of a future villain (like almost all the other symbiotes), he's kept you closely tucked in his side. Over time, he found a new chance in being a dad through you. Your own parents never guided you, and he finds himself all too eager to give you that guidance. And so you've been with him, watching as the society grew. And growing it did. Miguel watched proudly as you managed to make friends, and eventually helped guide other younglings just like he guides you.

You're also the only one who doesn't take his shit. And who's able to handle it. (The object he threw the one time he wasn't looking at whoever entered his lab, you had thrown it back at him. It had silenced him. He'd never admit it, but he was proud of that. Glad you'll never cower for people like your biological dad ever again.)

The only downside? Your choice of friends. Hobie caused trouble, and was all too eager in teaching you how to aswell. Gwen was okay. But she was also friends with Hobie, and Miles. And Miles was originally an anomaly. Sure, the boy was now part of the team, but still. The only one he approved of was Pavitr. And the random Peters you hang with often.

Truth to be told, he saw you as his daughter.

Currently, he was stood in his lab, glancing around at the screens. He truly had no idea what you were doing, but as long as you weren't putting shit on fire (you wouldn't, Toxin hates fire,) he's fine with it.

" Aye Miguel!"

Speak of the devil. With a symbiote web, you launch yourself onto his platform, two styrofoam boxes in your hands. You wordlessly set his down on his desk, as you often do.

" Thanks. What have you been upto today?" He asks, barely taking his eyes of the screen as he opens the styrofoam box and takes out an empanada.

You open yours, and immediately the scent of chocolate fills the rooms. It's overly sweet, and it lowkey stings his nose.

" Not much. Mostly training actually. You did anything fun today?" You ask him in return, leaning back against his desk.

Apparently you've managed to find pancakes. And hazelnut chocolate spread. 

" Been watching the multiverse, nothing special. Where'd you get that? " he asks you.

" Made it. We were craving something sweet." 

" Empanadas are sweet."

" Right, well, not pancake, chocolate, strawberry sweet-"

" There's strawberries in there?" He asks, glancing at it.

You hum. Picking up a piece and showcasing it to him. He admittedly can see a bit of a lump in the chocolate, but that doesn't really convince him.

" Yeah, want a bite?"

" No thanks, I'll pass."

" Kay' your loss. So I've been thinking-"

" That's worrisome."

You roll your eyes at his comment.

" Sure, whatever. Anyway. We should get a pet. I was thinking a cat, or a spider-"

" No. We already have spider cat. Also, basically everyone here is a spider. Why would you even think of a spider?" He grumbles.

Nothing he ever has read in the parenting books could ever prepare for whenever you open your mouth.

As he speaks, he finally turns to look at you.

You shrug.

" It'd be funny. A tarantula maybe. We could call her Webs." You tell him.

You're not even grinning. You're serious about this.

" I'm still lost. Why a spider?"

" I just told you. It'd be funny. A spider as Spiderpeople HQ's lil mascot. There's also these adorable jumping spiders. They're cute. And small. And a spider." 

He sighs, rubbing his face in his free hand before deciding to give up and continue to eat.

" No. No spider pet at Spider HQ. You can pet Spider-Cat whenever he's here. That's more than enough." 

As if to save him from this hard parenting moment, ( He kinda wants to give into you, give you the world, but this was just a blatantly bad idea. Even by your standard.) A new anomaly pops up on his radar. And coincidentally,  you just finished your food. ( You're always scarfing it down instead of eating it at a normal pace. Something that has to do with Toxin he believes.)

" What about a frog? Nah jumping spider's more fun-"

" No. No frog, no spider. Also, an anomaly just popped onto the radar. A Sandman variant. Earth-632. Have fun. Bring one of your buddies if you want, I'm here if you need back up." He tells you.

You hum, licking your fingers clean before wiping them on your pants.

" Can we eat them?" You ask as you start messing with your watch.

" No. No eating people." 

" Was worth a try." He hears you mumble.

" No it really wasn't. " He tells you in return.

You roll your eyes.

" Whatever. Don't miss us too much!" You call before Toxin's form envelops you completely right as a gateway forms.

Soon enough you've jumped through, and Miguel finds himself opening up yet another screen to monitor your mission, seeing as you've gone alone. 

A rare smile makes it once his face though. Yeah he's soft for you. And maybe he should look intk those jumping spiders. Just for the heck of it....

[ A/N: Am currently on Vacay so all my usual stuff is on hold for a bit. Also I've seen the requests and am working on them : ).]

Heyyy, can you please write about Miguel getting sick and the reader taking care of him?

YES I Do, thank you for asking < 3.

Also here's the finished result : ).

I wanna write a miguel o' hara fanfic but I'm bland on ideas, someone out there willing to help me out?

Mans fine asf

Also I don't write smut, just a heads up.

And I don't write stuff with babies/ reader and him being parents. I've had my fair share of writing that type of fanfics. (And I don't even like kids.)

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Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : In which you, his best friend, takes care of him when he's sick.

Wordcount: 1.5k lol 

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An odd sound leaves Miguel's lips, something between a cough and clearing his throat and he glances at you with the hope you won't notice.

Which you of course do.

You've been his best friend for years. The only person he hasn't lost yet. The only person he allows to be close to him. And the only one in his universe who knows of his identity and occupation. The other spiders know who you are aswell. You don't have any powers as you aren't a spiderman variant, but the other spiders like you a lot. Probably more than they like Miguel. ( You're often their ticket to getting stuff easy through him.)

" Are you okay?"

He glances at you with his usual, brooding expression, before his eyes move back to the screens focused on the multiverse.

" Ju-" 

As he tries to speak his voice sounds extremely hoarse, and so he clears his throat.

" Just fine."

You shake your head.

" No you're not. You sound hoarse. Are you sick?" You ask him.

He doesn't turn to answer.

If you were anyone else, he'd glare at you, maybe even tell you to mind your own business. But he doesn't. Of course he doesn't. 

Miguel's aware he's got at least a bit of a crush on you.

When he doesn't reply, you approach him. He watches in concealed curiousity what you're about to do.

He freezes when you raise the back of your hand to his head. He can't help but lean into your slight touch, turning qinqto absolute putty in your hands.

It's a pitty you retrace your hand all too soon, followed with a surprised expression.

" Miguel, you're heating up! You definitly have a fever.-"

" I'm fine Mi Perla-"

You scoff, cutting him off mid sentence.

" No you're not. You're sick. And you're going to rest, we're not going to argue over that. Layla?!"

Miguel can't stop you as you call out to his assistant.

" No, I have work, you know the multiverse rests on-"

" Y/N, what can I do for you?"

Yes, even his AI seems to like you more than him, something that makes him roll his eyes.

" I know, the multiverse rests on your shoulders. Didn't you build an entire team to help you with it?" You reply, giving him a pointed look before turning to the AI.

" Hi Layla, can you call Jess in please? Tell her Miguel's taking the day off, he's sick." You tell her.

" Will do! Get well soon boss." Layla says, turning to Miguel before dissapearing again.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the words leave his brain the minute you gently grab hold of his hand.

" C'mon. Let's get you to bed."

-

And going to bed he did. After you've personally delivered him to his room and instructed him to get changed into something more comfortable, he finds himself fast asleep the minute he lays down.

When he wakes up again, you're back, seated beside his bed on the floor, leaning your head on the edge of his bed. The tv in his room is on, and he recognises a series you've told him about a few times playing. As soon as he moves, you're moving aswell.

" Hey, how're you feeling? Too hot? Do you need me to refresh the towel?" You ask him hurriedly, moving to get up.

He stops you by placing a hand on your shoulder, taking his time to sit up. The folded cold towel which was laid on his forehead dropping in his lap, his skin still feeling feverish.

" Why are you seated on the floor?" He asks instead, bypassing al your questions.

You blink, before glancing around the room.

" There's no chairs in here." You point out.

" You could've sat on my bed. It's more comfortable." He explains plainly.

You blink again. 

It isn't as if his bed is small. Considering he runs the entire team, his bedroom is the biggest, a nice spacious room, with a spacious bed. 

When you don't reply, he speaks again.

" Come sit down." 

He pats the spot beside him.

" You sure you don't need the space considering you're sick and stuff?" 

He rolls his eyes.

" Sit down before I'll drag you on myself." 

At the well intentioned threat, you finally move, getting up and eventually seating yourself beside him on the bed. 

" You didn't reply to my questions though." You point out, turning to look at him.

He gives you one of his rare smiles.

" Don't worry, I'm alright." 

" Okay. Tell me when you're feeling hungry though, I'll make you soup." You smile at him.

The two of you sit like that for quite a while, Miguel joining you in watching the series.

He feels pampered with the way you care for him, refusing to let him as much as lift a finger.

At some point, he eventually has to go to the toilet. When he comes back, he sits slightly closer to you, his arm touching yours. He feels a flutter in his chest when you lean your head on his shoulder.

Later on, after diner and back to watching tv (stuff he picked out this time, doesn't matter that he falls asleep every so often in between.), the two of you are once again back to comfortable sitting beside one another on his bed. 

" You can lay down if you'd like?" He suggests, noticing you shift every so often in your spot.

" Wouldn't that be a little, I don't know, uncomfortable for you? To share your bed like that?" You ask, tilting your head.

He shakes his head, not even having to think about it.

" You're my best friend. I don't mind."

" Okay, wake me up if I fall asleep though. Or if you need something." You tell him before getting comfortable.

20 minutes pass before you fall asleep, just as you had expected. 

Miguel watches you for a few moments with a small affectionate smile. You looked so peaceful, he couldn't bring himself to wake you. 

His fever has gone down quite a bit, his skin thankfully not feeling feverish anymore thanks to his quicker healing. 

Eventually he decides to turn off the light, climbing back in bed before, also daring to throw an arm around your middle.

-

When he wakes up again, his fever is gone, and so are you.

Although he's a little dissapointed, he does understand you probably left for a fresh set of clothes and everything.

He's also made it clear that he doesn't want you to walk home by yourself at night (you often leave at ungodly hours, or really late. You'vefallen asleep in his office a few times before.) Your apartment is thankfully not too far off from HQ, and he trusts you've asked one of the other spiders to have walked you home.

He's become a little overprotective over you considering you're the last person outside of his business he has.

-

It's midday when he sees you again, having just returned for a mission. You're seated at his desk, swiping at your phone when he walks in.

" Mi Perla." He calls you in greeting.

You look up from your screen, smiling as you spot him and pocketing your phone.

" Miguel, how are you feeling? I take it your fever left?" You approach him.

He hums. You raise your hand to check again, and he subconsciously slightly lowers his head more into your reach.

" That does feel better, glad you're okay." You tell him, retracing your hand.

He takes your hand in his, and the surprise on your face is evident as he raises the back of your hand to his lips.

" Thank you for taking care of me last night, Mi Perla."

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[ A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this. Let me know if you'd like to read a pt.2 or send me requests please. I really want to write more about him but my brain is a little blank.]

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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara X Reader

Genre : Angst turned fluff

Summary : Miguel has been creating distance between the two of you, something he regrets when robbers come to wreck your house. He hopes he's on time to save you.

Warnings: kinda ooc Miguel, reader is injured

Wordcount: 1.2k

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Miguel has been creating space between the two of you. And he's well aware of it. He hates it as well. He believes he's doing it to keep you safe. You've always been a distraction to him, in a way. He would usually put you above everything, always. He's not ignoring you though, he can't lose you.

Currently, he's in another dimension, looking trying to wrap up a mission with an anomaly. One of Doc Ock's variants. So far, it hasn't really been going well, the man is strong, the universe he belongs to almost as modern as Miguel's own universe. It makes the job all the more tougher. Currently, he's working with Jessica, and the spiderman of this universe.

" Miguel, he's too strong. You gotta bite him." Jessica calls out through his ear piece.

He cringes under his mask. This Doc Ock was not something he would like putting his fangs in. The man looked disgusting.

" You sure there's absolutely no other way?" He checks.

He can almost hear her scoff.

" You got something better?" She throws back.

He huffs.

" Fine, get him in a corner, and contain his damn tentacles!" He instructs her grumpily.

However, as he's readying to jump off, his watch goes off, vibrating against his wrist. Layla knows he's busy, so it must be important.

When he glances at the screen, he reads your name. He thinks about it for a good second. Back when he programmed Layla, he had instructed her that your name was always allowed to pop up. Especially so since he nearly always told you when he would be busy. He forgot to do so today though. Deciding it must not be important, he ignores the call. However, before he can jump off, his watch goes off again. It's also you, again.

He picks up while jumping off the building, going back into the fight.

" N/N, what is it? Am kinda bu-"

" Miguel!" You whisper shout his name.

It catches his attention. You rarely keep your voice down. You're usually pretty loud.

" Are you ok-"

" P-Please. H-help. I don't- I don't- Shit." The line hangs from your side suddenly.

Miguel feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the sound of your exasperated voice. You're definitely in danger.

All at once, he looses a little bit of control. He'd never be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you, but he also couldn't leave his teammates hanging. Thankfully, they were already in position, restraining Doc Ock successfully.

It doesn't take him long to bite the disgusting man.

After all, his lady needs him.

-

Miguel's breath is uneven, panic filling his chest as he swings towards your building. When he reaches there, his heart shatters. The windows to your specific apartment is broken, glass shattered all over the floor. When he steps in, there's an even bigger mess. Glass everywhere, furniture broken and blood. There's blotches of blood in random places. Yet you're nowhere to be seen. He hopes it's not yours.

" Layla, scan the place for Y/N." Miguel tells the AI softly.

" On it." She tells him, uncharismatically easy.

" I can't find Y/N's signature, but there's a few small heat signatures in her bedroom."

Although full of questions, he goes to check out your bedroom. However, once he's stepped in, he realized it's the small fish tank on your desk. A bunch of fish swimming around like usual.

Before he can panic even more, his watch goes off yet again. He doesn't check to see who it is to pick up.

" Boss?"

It's Margo. Surprising him.

" Margo I'm bus-"

" Y/N is here boss. She's in the med bay."

He hangs up as he swings back to HQ. Thankfully, it doesn't take him long to reach medbay, spotting Margo soon enough.

" Boss!" She calls him.

His mask disappears as he approaches her. His usual scowl replaced by an uncharistic vulnerable look. Margo has never seen him scared before, but than again, you are the last person he has.

" Y/N? Where's she? Is she okay?" He questions her quickly, eyes scanning the place.

she nods, trying to keep him calm.

" Yeah. Don't worry, she's further in the back resting up. She's okay- but she's in bad shape. Come." She informs him, before bringing him to where you're resting up on one of the beds.

Margo calls your name, bringing you out of the headspace your headphones had put you in. She nods to Miguel before leaving the two of you be.

You're indeed in bad shape. You're wearing your own clothes, so he can't see much, but your face is bruised up. A particular nasty one lies under your left eye, and there's another nasty one on your right cheek. Your lip is also split.

The two of you resume your awkward staring fir a moment, as you so often do.

When you open your arms, he easily caves, falling right into your embrace as silent sobs wreck through his body. 

" Don't worry, I'm okay." You tell him gently, your voice a whisper.

He knows it's a lie when you flinch as he squeezes you the slightest bit, something you usually really enjoy.

" No you're not. I'm so sorry Perla, I should've been there-"

" This wasn't your fault, Iguel'. " You remind him gently, running a hand over his face as the two of you break apart.

His hand takes hold of your free hand, the weight a gentle reminder that you haven't left him.

" No. I'm supposed to pro-"

" Don't blame yourself like that, please. Your self defense classes really came to good use. And Margo arrived in time. It worked out." You smile at him.

Although he doesn't completely agree, he nods. Your hand falls to your side, folding over your intertwined hands. His free hand moves to gently wipe some stray hairs to the side of your face. You smile at him.

" Your apartment though, it's completely wrecked." He tells you.

You make a pout.

" Did you go to check?" You ask him.

He nods.

" Are Bubbles alive?" You ask him.

He can't help but grin at your words. All your fish are names Bubbles, because you can't tell them apart.

He hums.

" Yeah, they were swimming the same circles as they always are." 

" Thank god. I'd be sad if they died. They're cute." 

" You know, you can stay with me for now? I don't mind." He suggests, going back to topic.

You look at him blankly for a second.

" Are you sure? I could-"

" I don't mind. " He tells you honestly, ears a little pink.

You nod.

" Depends, can Bubbles come?"

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Hey their

I was wondering if you could make a headcanon of Miguel and the reader being best friends please

OFC I CAN <3

Okay sO

First off, I imagine Miguel and Y/N knowing each other from a young age

Either from elementary school, or through their parents.

For now I'll go with the elementary school option,

So the two of you definitely know each other since a long while, sticking around through both the good and the bad times.

I also see Y/N as a bit of a nosy friend, especially so since Miguel tends to keep most things to himself (or everything given the chance.)

Anyway, I'm going to skip most of their childhood  because it isn't as interesting as after he's bitten.

Miguel would definitely try to keep a distance from Y/N after he's found out about his powers, especially since he doesn't entirely know how to deal with the consequences of his new abilities.

And of course Y/N would eventually just break his shell, and demand answers.

Que Miguel just showing them and Y/N being completely speechless for a bit, before going 'What're you going to do now?'.

Eventually, you become his person in the chair before Lyla is even created.

(Speaking of Lyla, you might be the one to create her. Creating her as a practical best friend first and a 'business AI' second.)

I also imagine you'd definitely be there when it comes to creating the Spider Society. 

Like that building is huge and the interior is downright badass but who could make that happen without Miguel revealing his identity?

Boom > you

Because plot twist you're not just good with computers, you're also great at designing stuff (aka most of spider society, and the biggest part of the Gizmo)

You're there from the start, from before the spider society grew big, and before he made the grave mistake of living in a universe he didn't belong to.

You warned him, you really did, but he wouldn't listen to you.

You're also the person he falls back on for comfort when he destroys Gabriella and the universe she's from.

He tells you all about his guilt, and how it should absolutely never happen again.

After that he's more of a ghost of the person you're used to.

Yet you never leave him.

He's your best friend after all.

You help him heal.

You're the person who cares for him when he can't seem to care for himself.

And you're also the only person he turns to outside of being spiderman.

The only person who could get him out of his lab for a few hours to go to the movie theatre because something came out you really wanted to see.

He doesn't mind spending time with you outside of the spider society, feeling incredibly grateful that he has you by his side.

(Down below is you as his romantic interest in his life aswell.)

What he also wouldn't tell you is that in this universe, you're his partner. Gabriella's other parents. Which makes it all the harder.

Because he's liked you as more than a friend in this universe since forever, so it definitely hurts when he found out that you are everything he wishes to be with you in this other universe.

You'll never know the truth behind his cries when he cries into your arms when he comes back.

Because he feels like he's responsible for killing the other you as well, a variant of the person he loves so much.

He feels guilty for crying in your arms as well.

Especially because he knows that if you were to know the truth, you'd probably forgive him, and tell him that he at least learned from this.

He'd also definitely be overprotective of you afterwards.

Often trying to keep you close to him for no apparent reason.

Also because he loves your presence.

But also because he's scared something might happen to you when you're outside of the society, or while he's in another universe whilst you're here.

You're the only person he'll ever love, he thinks.

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