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a short mini drabble that was HEAVILY inspired by a tik tok and it sparked the creative juices. (think of vampire! miguel while reading if you like) this might flop as this isn't a smut and this is a drabble that came to mind after seeing a silly tik tok

hope you all enjoy this — dia 🪻

A muse — Defined as a person or personified force that is the source of inspiration for a creative artist, it feels like a vexation for the man living in the dark corners of the castle where he called his home. The strong pull of this magnet, this attraction, weighed his cold heart down to the earth’s core. A weight on his chest. A feeling that should have vanished over the last century. But it abides and becomes middling.

Nonetheless, he didn't overlook it.

/

His warm palms rub your back in a slow, gentle action. The familiar sensation of his warm palms after holding his mug of tea was always your favorite feeling in the morning. The induced warmness against his fingertips provided a healing touch, similar to a heating pad against an aching cramp on the body.

“Desperta, querida.” The rasp in his morning voice vibrates your ear. You tossed and turned on the bed, staying in your blankets. You peer them open but shut them immediately and hide in the mount of soft Egyptian cotton. “No, no. Ya esta siendo tarde.” His fingers gathered a small chuck of your hair in between his fingers and moved your hair away from your face. (Wake up, love. It's getting late.)

His fingers brushed against the shell of your ear before he took note of a tiny mole in plain sight for his eyes to see. “You have a mole here.” You feel his finger tap on the alleged speck.

“No, I don't…” Your voice is muffled by the blankets, along with your barely parted lips. “I’m not lying, my dear.” His fingers work to move your hair away from your ear and tap on the speck once again. “Mmmh, your skin says otherwise.” His hand ruffles your hair in a playful gesture, leaving it to be a muss for you to brush out — officially giving you a task to do when you get out of the warm bedsheets.

“It's adorable.”

“I know what you're doing. And it's not going to work.” You continue to mumble on, making colorful words that make no sense to the human mind.

“Whatever you say, querida.”

/

A particular night always stuck out for Miguel.

A rainy, cold, stormy night. Thunder rumbled in the space around you two, following the flashing white light of lightning that lit up the room momentarily. The loud crash was enough to send Miguel back to a conscious state. He rubs his face with the palm of his hand and lets out a heavy sigh.

He glances over at you and sees a wet patch on the pillowcase next to your parted lips. If you wanted to, you could sleep through a tornado.

“Jesus…” His hand finds its way to your hair, gently massaging your scalp, his fingers lost in a sea of darkness known as your hair.

The pads of his fingers worked dainty patterns before gently cradling you close.

The clash of warmth made him melt like molten lava against the cold marble stone, crackling and oozing down the crevices with such grace.

“Miguel…” You squirm close to him and savor the warmth on his chest. His chest hair ticked your nose and cheeks, but the sensation of extra warmth never failed to send chills down your spine.

“Shhh, just go back to sleep.” The warmth of his hand runs down the length of your spine, stopping on your lower back and rubbing his thumb against the stretch marks. “Just go to sleep, querida.”

/

“Are you sure you're going to be okay?” He probes this question at you every time you leave the Victorian manor. “Yes, Miguel. I’m going into town to get more rosemary and herbs.” You pick up your tiny woven basket and look over to your concerned lover. You sigh and make your way over.

“Don’t worry, no one is going after us.” Your smile is enough to smooth the aching worry in his gut. “Are you sure?” He pokes the question again, earning him a small smile. You hum a yes, walking back towards him and holding his hands. “Yes, Miguel.” You giggle softly and massage his knuckles with your thumb.

“I’ll prepare your favorite dinner tonight.”

Miguel forces a soft chuckle before pulling you into a warm embrace. “Just make it home before sunset. Hunters have been around the forest.” His voice vibrates into your chest cavity, sending another ripple of warmth.

“I'll be careful.”

Hours slowly evolved into days, then weeks, and you never returned to the manor. At first, it was simple glances out the window, hoping to see that familiar silhouette Miguel adores whenever you come home. But nothing, as if you had ceased to exist.

A hunter who had mistaken you for a deer snatched you from the forest's shadows, leaving you alone on the forest floor, gasping for air.

Your hand loosens your grip on the small woven basket, spilling the contents out of the tiny basket and onto the forest floor. You always purchased nothing but herbs and two pomegranates for Miguel whenever you came into town.

/

The cobwebs and sorrows on the manor weighed down the environment over the next few decades, collecting a thick layer of dust bunnies and spiders crawling about. The tiny spiders crawl away at a door opening, letting candlelight pour in.

The room in question was a space you used to frequent. In the art room, he found you lounging around with a book or looking at his works of art, specifically his sketches of you.

There was an abundance of sketches on every flat surface in the room, varying from sketch to sketch. Sketches of you, lying in bed and tangled in your bedsheets. Some innocent sketches of you holding up a rabbit, showing its fluffy stomach to the world.

But the sketches were brushed off. Instead, Miguel made his way over to a particular pillar. A limestone blanketed with a worn-out bed sheet. He tugged off the fabric and saw the carved stone before him. The limestone before him showed a portrait of a young woman, specifically you. The curve of your mouth and the intricate detail of every strand of hair caught his attention. He remembered the tedious nights of his mallet and carving tools, having to alternate every other moment to capture the texture of your hair or the way your dimples appeared whenever you smiled.

His calloused fingers traced the sculpture's ridges and curves, feeling the cool marble against his warm touch.

"It's been a while, querida." He forced a small smile, his thumb stroking the cheek of the stone portrait. The smile was a pathetic attempt to hide the tears forming in his eyes, blinking them away as if it would contribute to burying those feelings.

"It's been a while."

miguel x male y/n (I)

wc: warning: nsfw, viborater(how do you spell.) masterb*ute, LGBTQ, mxm. topic: miguel finds you m*sterbauting

you’ve been a intern(shit idk.) at the spiderverse for about 2 months, you found a safe space for yourself one day. as you went on more missions you start to fall for miguel, the big chonky guy that everyone talks about. you coincidentally find yourself a viborater and started to masterbaute to miguel’s photo in your safe spot.

until that one day…

you were in your safe spot, cough, doing sth. when you forgot you had a meeting with miguel.

“lyla, find y/n.” miguel said rubbing his forehead. “yeaahh okk” lyla replied. filing her nails. “now. lyla.” lyla nodded and went away. “i’m so sorry to keep you guys waiting… my intern is never like this…” miguel said scratching his head. lyla then came back, “uhh… i might have find him buutt…” lyla said looking tramitized. “give me his coordinates. i’m finding him.” lyla shook her head, “but he says he’s uhh.. coming!(LITERALLY 💀)” “i. dont. care. send me his coordinates NOW.” he shouts, his fangs showing. lyla nodded and sighed, “sorry y/n…” lyla then sent your coordinates. “there…” miguel excused himself and went to that excat coordinates.

“where is that ?!” he shouted, you heard miguel screams and started to clean up, “oh shit…” miguel saw your mask, “found you.” he ran over there, “y/n-“ he saw your viborater on the floor and his picture on your phone, while you at the far end, was changing. he chuckled, “ohh…” he said leaning on the wall, you then went to get your mask when you see miguel leaning. “uh- sir- im so sorry!” you bowed down.

miguel smiled, and held your chin, “care to explain?”

001

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."

002

[ 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.]

Hi can you do a fic with Miguel O’Hara with a fem!reader that has like same spider powers as Miguel and maybe fluff? Thank you🩷

OH MY GOD YES, I WANNA <33 GIMME A WEEK AND CONSIDER IT DONE.

Kinda feel like writing a Miguel O'Hara fic where the Reader is actually the villain. Like I can totally imagine Miguel and Reader sharing a past and choosing the complete opposite paths- The reader set on destroying everything in her path whilst Miguel is trying to fix it all, desperate to not hurt her in the process because of their past and memories.-

Anyway would anyone actually read it if I wrote it or...?

002

Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff, tiniest twinge of angst

Summary : Miguel's not very happy when he finds out you've walked home by yourself last night(morning)?

Wordcount: 1.3k

[ A/N: Here's pt.2 : D. I've decided I'm making this a little connected one shots book.]

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" You didn't text me when you got home last night." Miguel suddenly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that was between the two of you.

Yesterday, you had been taking care of him as he was sick, pampering him a little extra because he deserves it. The two of you had eventually fallen asleep, with you waking up around 3 in the morning and heading back home.

You look up from where you're seated on his desk chair, having been busy playing Good Pizza, Great Pizza on your phone. His back is turned to you, eyes focused on the different screens showcasing the Spiderverse and whatever else.

" Oh, uh, yeah. I must've forgotten. I was so tired, my head went straight for my pillow once I got home." You shrug.

He hums in understanding, although he's a little curious. Who dropped you off last night? He's made it very clear before that he doesn't want you to walk home by yourself at the ungodly hours, no matter how short the walk to your house is. You're the last person he has in his universe (and outside of it, for that matter.) The only person who knows him better than anyone. He'd be damned if something were to happen to you. The thought of it already sets him on edge.

" Who brought you home?"

" Oh, uh, I did-"

" What?" Now he turns to look at you, a displeased look in his eyes.

" What? Everyone was asleep." You shrug.

You turn to look at your phone again, wanting to avoid the look in his eyes. He whisks the device from your grip as you do so, setting it aside on his desk. It's still whitin your reach. When you look up at him again, he's got his arms crossed, a strict look his face.

" I hope you know that I would've thrown whatever's in my reach if you were any of the other spiders. " He points out.

You roll your eyes.

" What, you give them bedtimes too? I can take care of myself. You've taught me enough self defense by now. I know how to handle myself." You huff.

He's aware how you dislike with how careful he's often being.

" I know you can, but you also know why I'm so careful with you. Just wake me up next time you're leaving early in the morning."

" While you're sick? No. Besides, you're barely resting as it is, I'm not waking you the rare times you're asleep." You point out.

You get up from his desk chair, stepping closer to him as you unfold his arms, taking one of his hands in yours.

" Stop worrying about me so much. I'm fine. Take a little more care of yourself maybe though. For me?" You ask him.

He sighs, eyes showcasing emotions he usually hides.

" Just stay over if you don't want to wake me up. We fall asleep together anyway, We can wake up together too."

He's not looking you in the eyes as he speaks, eyes on your joined hands, admiring the size difference. You're not looking at his face either, understanding how he feels. He's glad you're not looking at him, his cheeks having gotten the faintest of pink. It scares him how much he likes the idea of waking up with you.

" I guess we can do that. If it makes you feel better." You hum.

A flash of surprise passes through his eyes, but it's not caught by you. It's not everyday your crush says yes.

However, your sweet moment is broken up when the sound of the door is heard, and so Miguel steps away from you. You give him a small smile before picking up your phone again.

" Oh, Hey Y/N. Since when are you here?" Jessica asks as she steps in the room.

" Uhh, a while? No idea. Speaking of time, I gotta go. My shift starts soon." You say, suddenly realizing the time.

Miguel wordlessly lets the platform go down, but you don't have the patience to deal with that.

" Don't jum-" He sighs as you do so anyway, landing with a loud slam on your knees.

This isn't the first time you've done this, and most probably not the last.

" I don't have the patience for that wacky thing. Anyway, see you around. Maybe I'll be back later, maybe not. Bye!" You tell him with a smile, turning to the exit.

You greet Jessica on your way out, giving her a quick hug before finally leaving.

Jessica looks after your form as you leave, before turning to Miguel with a knowing smile. Miguel ignores the look in her face, instead getting straight down to business.

" How'd it go?" He asks her.

" Well, the anomaly is caught. He's stuck with the other anomalies downstairs. " She tells him.

He nods, turning around to face the screen again.

" Good." 

She knows it's his way if dismissing her.

" Soo, you and Y/N?" She asks suddenly.

Miguel doesn't even glance at her as he responds.

" What about it?" 

" Your feelings for her are pretty obvious. You should ask her out." She suggests.

He glances at her with a sigh.

" Not obvious enough for her to notice." He murmurs in response.

She still heard it either way.

" That's only because she's in love with you too. You should ask her out. She's a lovely woman." 

" No. I can't treat her the way she deserves. She deserves better than me." 

" Maybe. But I doubt she wants anyone else. Just think about it a little more. Y/N is sweet, if you don't make up your mind soon, there's a good chance someone else will ask her eventually. " She points out.

" Yeah, well, we'll see about that." 

He's aware he's close with you. Too close. No one would appreciate having a girlfriend who's got a best friend who's constantly at her heel.

The sound of the door opening suddenly sounds again, and you suddenly come running back in.

" Hey, sorry, forgot my jacket." You puff out.

Miguel turns to you right away. He glances at his desk chair, where your jacket is indeed still hanging on it's back. He picks it up wordlessly to throw it at you. 

You catch it.

" Thanks!" You call again, before leaving.

A teeny tiny smile graces his lips at your behavior. God, he's smitten for you.

" How do the youngsters refer to you again? I think it was whipped. You are 'whipped' Miguel." Jessica smiles.

Miguel barely huffs at her, instead turning around and pushing a button for the platform to go up again.

" Sure. Do you have something better to do or should I see if there's something to do for you here in the building?" He suggests as he goes up.

" No, I'm good. Say hi to Y/N when she comes back in a few hours." She laughs as she heads out.

Miguel shakes his head, putting it in his hands for a moment before finishing back on the task at hand.

' My feelings aren't obvious.'

003

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Woven Home

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 : ).]

005

Pairing : Miguel O'Hara X Best Friend Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : Miguel being Miguel at his finest.

Wordcount: 1.4k

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This is a direct continuation of 004. : )

Surprisingly enough (or somewhat not),  it doesn't take long before the two of you fall into an easy routine. It takes Miguel a total of two days before he's completely used to having your presence the little amount more around than usual

It scares Miguel how natural it feels to share his bed with you, and to live with you. It's now been a little over two weeks since you've been staying at his place, and he absolutely loves it. Not that he's willing to admit that to anyone.

He loves how easy it is to come home to a freshly cooked meal, or to cook together when he finds the time for it. He loves waking up next to you, wrapped up into one another. You relax him to a level where he actually has to put an alarm clock on in order to wake up on time. Sleeping more comfortably with you next to him.

The attack at your place did shake him though, having brought him right back into his paranoia about losing you. Just a little more than before. He's strict in the simple rule of wanting to pick you up when you have a shift until late. He's also adamant about dropping you off when you start early. (The shop you work at is open from 8-21', morning shifts start at 6'.) 

Currently it's afternoon, and your shift ended about 10 minutes ago. You're on your way to his lab, and should be arriving soon. At least, he hopes you arrive soon. Peter B is in his lab, and keeps on telling him about Mayday, who's also crawling all over the place.

Miguel sighs once more as Peter just wouldn't stop talking.

" Peter. I really don't care. Go bother someone else." Miguel grumbles, hoping Peter will take the obvious hint and leave.

To his disappointment, he doesn't.  Things get even more interesting annoying when one of the recently recruited spider woman walk into the lab. 

He doesn't like her. Not even a little bit. He doesn't understand why Ben brought her in. She was an okay spiderwoman, but maybe not yet great enough for the multiverse. He still trusts Ben though, trusting his judgement on this one.

" Hi Peter, hi Miguel!" She calls to both of them with a smile.

Miguel can't even remember her name. 

Peter enthusiastically calls back to her whilst Miguel himself grumbles a forced greeting in response. 

She wordlessly slings herself onto his platform as well, smiling as she holds out a box to him.

He raises a brow at her in question.

" I heard you usually tend to skip lunch unless someone reminds you, so I decided to bring you some empanadas, I heard you like those." She smiles.

He admits the gesture is sweet. But he can't be bothered to give a damn when he knows you're on your way with freshly baked goodies. (The cafe you work at is also a fresh bakery.)

" Y/N's on her way with my lunch." He deadpans, no emotion visible on his face.

He has no idea if you actually are, but you usually bring him something.

Nameless spiderwoman blushes in embarrassment, something Peter is able to help with.

" Hey, Mayday and I haven't eaten yet! We'll take em." He smiles.

" Don't let Mayday eat in my lab, Peter. It'll be a mess." Miguel warns Peter, who hums and skip off.

Spider woman remains, something Miguel doesn't really understand, but whatever.

As if on que, he hears your footsteps nearing from down the hall, and so he lowers his platform wordlessly.

Just as the platform almost nears the ground, you walk in. Miguel can't help himself when a slight smile pulls at his face.

With some struggles, and a helping hand, you manage to climb onto the platform.

" Thanks. Also, here's your lunch. We were making croissants this morning. One has chocolate by the way, I'm only willing to share that one if you ask nicely." You tell him, setting a paper bag onto his desk.

You turn to the spider woman with a smile, surprising her.

" Hi, I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself yet- I'm Y/N. Not a spider person, I just mostly hang out around HQ when I'm not working." You grin, holding out your hand for her.

She takes it, smiling politely.

" Hi. My name is Mary Jane, but I mostly go by MJ." She smiles as well.

" Was I interrupting anything?" You ask as you glance back at Miguel, who's munching on a croissant.

MJ opens her mouth to reply, but Miguel beats her to it.

" No, you're fine. She was just leaving." Miguel says, giving MJ a pointed look.

MJ turns pink in embarrassment again before mumbling out a greeting and swinging away.

" You sure I didn't?" You ask him. " She seemed to have something to say." You tell him.

He shrugs.

" I don't really care to be honest. " He tells you.

You hum, before plopping into his desk chair and opening up something on your phone.

" Hey so I've been looking around, and I found a new apartment. It's a little farther away, and even smaller, but it's in a nicer neighborhood and has better security." You tell him, opening up the site on your phone to show him.

However, when you turn your phone to face him , you find him already looking at you, as if he meant to tell you something a while ago.

" Right." He starts, glancing at the screen of your phone before he wipes his mouth of crumbs with his sleeve. " So uhm, I was actually thinking...- What if you stay with me?" He asks, eyes showcasing that kind of vulnerability he only shows with you.

You blink at him.

" You can't be serious right?" You ask him eventually.

" What?"

" Look. You're my best friend. And you always will be. But don't be mistaken that I didn't notice how you cast me aside until I was in danger two weeks ago, Miguel. You can't just treat me like that, save me, and expect us to share a space on your name in which you could kick me out whenever you want." You tell him.

There's no bite in your words, no ill intentions. Miguel knows he messed up with the stupid idea of creating distance between the two of you, now he isn't even sure why he made that decision.

" Look, uhm, I- I don't know how to explain this to you, but I have a sort of valid... reason? I didn't do it because I was bored of you or something. I know I never will be, in fact." He tells you, stepping closer to you as he takes your free hand in his.

" I'll tell you when I'm ready. I promise. But for now, I just can't tell you." He tells you quietly.

In truth, his reasoning is pretty wacky. He's fallen for you. Hard. And he was afraid of his own feelings, still is, but just slightly less. 

You sigh, but nod.

" Look, I trust you. Just promise me you won't randomly kick me out and we can see if this works out." You tell him, your thumb running comforting patterns over his hand.

He visibly brightens up at your words as he nods. " Okay." He smiles softly.

The two of you are now so close, it's incredibly tempting to kiss you right now. Almost giving into the moment to bend down and connect your lips to his- he's grateful to be distracted when one of his screens showcase a circling movement, signaling an anomaly.

You turn to look at it as well- were you too swept up in the moment?

" Right. Work. " You hum as you pick out your chocolate croissant from the bag on top of his table.

[ A/N: Anyone one has any ideas for this one shot-series book? I'm lowkey running out of scenarios except for a selected few but I don't feel like quitting these two just yet.]

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Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : You and Miguel are looking for a new place. And he might be feeling a little jealous/ insecure when your new colleague gets too close to you.

Wordcount: 1.4k

- Previously; Someone had broken into Miguel his best friend's apartment, yours. He doesn't understand why, or who, but he's pretty content with the current situation. You living with him. Or see 004 & 005-

Miguel O’Hara Masterlist

Miguel has had the same questions since people had broken into your apartment.

Who were they, and what did they want? They hadn't taken anything valuable from your place apart from your laptop, which you rarely use. ( You use your tablet more often.)

You still live with him, and so far, neither of you have brought up the suggestion of you getting your own room, or anything like that. Instead though, you have mentioned that the two of you really need more space. His studio apartment seemingly not as comfortable enough for two people. Initially, he wondered why, but he realizes you do have a point considering the two of you are pretty cooped up in the studio apartment.

It isn't really a secret that Miguel is pretty well covered in the finance area, and you got yourself covered nicely as well with your paycheck. And while you've been looking at places that are more suitable for your budget aswell, he's been looking at more expensive apartments, even coming across a penthouse he liked. It wasn't far from HQ (in fact, you could see it from the view there) and wasn't far off your work either. It had a good security system, and it had a beautiful view of the city skyline. (Something he doesn't entirely care about, but he knows you'll appreciate it.)

Currently, he's packing his laptop up, readying himself to go to your barista shift, which should be ending in about 10 minutes. After that you two would hang around your work place to check out places together for a bit.

It's been a while since Miguel wore something else than his suit, and he finds himself being a little picky with what to wear. He wants to look good for you. Eventually, he settles on jeans that fit his form nicely, and a dull red shirt. He foregoes a jacket, considering the weather outside is nice.

It doesn't take him long after that to leave the building, receiving a few surprised looks from certain spider people as he navigates out of the building and to the streets.

Soon enough he reaches your workplace, and you're nowhere in sight just yet. A coworker of yours walks up to him.

" Oh hey Miguel. Long time no see." Your coworker and friend Niah walks up to him with a smile.

Miguel greets her as well, and soon enough the two of them have an easy conversation. After a bit of waiting, you walk out from the backroom  but you're not alone. You walk with a guy your age, laughing at something he says. Miguel can't help but feel an ugly ping of jealousy at the interaction.

Niah must've caught onto it, because she grins before walking off, telling him to take a seat. She walks over to you next. As she speaks to you, you turn and wave to Miguel, making your way over to him, your features visibly lighting up.

Soon enough, you're seated beside him, greeting him in a small side hug. 

" Hey, what would you like to drink, I'll make it for you." You tell him with a grin.

" Just coffee s' fine." 

" Nah, we're not doing that. I'll make you something better." And soon enough you're hopping off, back to the counter.

The unknown employee behind the counter visibly lights up as you approach. Miguel doesn't like how close he stands beside you. Miguel can recognize that look in his eyes, he knows because he holds the same one. He especially doesn't like it when he tries to set a casual hand on your waist, something you move out of way from smoothly.

It doesn't take you long to return, a drink in each hand. He already knows it's going to be incredibly sweet. Thankfully he has a sweet tooth, much like you. 

" Okay, so-" You tell him, taking out your tablet and wacky little keyboard as he takes out his laptop.

" I've come across a few spots. Wait lemme pull up-" You start talking about several apartments, pulling up a few windows on your tablet.

While Miguel is paying attention, he's also aware that the nameless employee is keeping an eye at the both of you. Miguel is generally not really a fan of physical affection outside the comfort of your shared home, but he can't keep to himself as he sets his arm over the back of the booth behind you. It's a possessive move, and he's very much aware of that. He hopes the nameless employee gets the message.

Meanwhile you've started talking about multiple homes. They're all neat, and more spacious than the small studio apartment, but he still has his eyes on the penthouse apartment. It does have better security after all, and it's utterly gorgeous. The homes you're pointing out are smaller, more on the cozy side. You keep talking about how the rent is more do-able to split for you, though Miguel has no intention of having you pay for it.

He hums along as you talk about one of the apartments who you've chosen.

" Okay. They're definitely not bad. But I've been thinking about something else, kind off." He smiles slightly.

You nod at him, and he opens up his laptop, pulling up the penthouse he saw.

Your eyes widen. The Price isn't on the website, but you could tell that it was definitely expensive.

" Miguel baby, I hate to point this out, but this is definitely above my barista budget." You tell him, a worried crease in your brow.

He shakes his head. " The site doesn't say anything about the price. We might as well give it a try." He suggests.

You give him a look, catching up to his plans.

" Miguel, that is really sweet, but I'm not your sugar baby. I want to pay part of the rent too." You point out.

He hums, knowing you would've said this.

" How about this. I do most of the rent, you do a little bit and the gas and electricity bill?" He suggests.

You hum.

" Okay. Sounds fair." You agree with him.

From the corner of his eye, he sees your weird colleague approach.

" Uhm, hey, Y/N, I just wondered if I could maybe have yo-"

" You do realize I'm her boyfriend, right?" Miguel cuts the poor guy off casually.

" Oh. Uhm. Nevermind. " Your colleague scrambles off, obviously embarrassed. 

You turn to him surprised.

" Boyfriend?" You ask him once the guy's out of earshot.

Miguel turns pink, a lot less smooth with the realization that he's laid his feelings now open on the table. He clears his throat, looking away from you for a good second.

" Uhm, yeah- I mean, no?- I mean I definitely wouldn't mind-"

He's cut off as you softly press your lips to his suddenly, stealing the words right out of his mouth. His response is quick, kissing you back with the same want. You pull away all too sudden to his liking, but nonetheless he's incredibly happy you finally did.

" I've liked you too. For quite a bit." You smile.

[ A/N: Yay, they're finally together. I think I'm gunna write a total of 10 serie/shots of them before I move on to writing crap again lmao. Also, special thanks to ' I'm low on gas and you need a jacket' by Pierce The Veil otherwise they wouldn't have gotten together just yet lmao.]

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Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : Angst, violence

Summary : The people who broke into your apartment take you. Miguel sure as hell won't let them keep you. 

Wordcount: 1.4k

Trigger warning¿: Violence, Miguel tears through skin like it's paper, Reader is injured

- Previously; Someone had broken into Miguel his best friend's apartment, yours. He doesn't understand why, or who, but he's pretty content with the current situation. You living with him. Now things have changed, he's finally owned up to his feelings, and the two of you have moved into a beautiful penthouse. Or see 004, 005 & 006-

[ A/N: Special thanks to @dammittjanet for helping me out with this chapter < 3.]

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It happens when he least expects it.

You're returning from hanging out with your friends when you're taken. Miguel has no time to guess who had been targeting you anymore. Time is expensive now.

He's a complete and utter mess, uncharistic chaos following his every move. HQ has become a bit of a mess. Most have been told to remain focused on the multiversal anomalies, but Miguel has kept Peter B and Jessica aside to help him find you.

So far, there has been no luck in finding you. And Miguel's anger is increasing by the second. He's barking orders left and right to Layla. He's surprisingly not barking orders at Jessica and Peter,  grateful for their help, though he doesn't voice it.

He just hopes he gets to you soon before anything horrible happens.

-

When you wake, you're not where you're supposed to be. You had been on your way home. And this isn't the still relatively new penthouse you had moved into recently with your boyfriend.

" Y/N L/N." A taunting voice calls out.

You turn your head to face the sound, and come face to face with a stranger you have no knowledge of.

" Who are you?" Your voice is strong.

You're scared out of your mind, but you'll be damned to show that.

The man stood a few steps across from u laughs. A little too loudly for your comfort. 

" My, girl. It's not important who I am. But tell me. Who are you? And what is your relationship with Miguel? " 

You glare at him. He doesn't like that. With a few steps, he walks up to you, roughly grabbing your cheeks and squeezing them together with one hand. 

" You better start talking, woman. You won't like what I'll do to you if you do not. " He tells you. 

You can't help the shiver that goes down your spine, but nonetheless, you try to stay strong. 

" Yeah, well, you won't like what he'll do to you if you as much as touch me. " You glare. 

The man scoffs. 

" Bold assumption to assume that he'll actually find you." The man sneers. 

Your glare only deepens. 

Suddenly, the door to your right opens, and a vaguely familiar man steps through. 

" Tyler Stone? " Your mouth falls open slightly, your lips parted in surprise. 

The man has the audacity to laugh. Waving off the stranger, Tyler takes his place in front of you. You never liked Miguel's father for what he had put him through. 

" Y/N. Thank you for remaining as friends with Miguel. Thanks to you we're finally going to get what we want. " He grins. 

You furrow your brows. 

" Haven't you bothered Miguel enough? I'd advise you to let me go. He's not going to spare you again. " 

Your fear lessens by the sight of this man. Literally everyone else you'd be afraid of, but you know that Miguel would make this man and his goons pay the ultimate price for messing with the two of you. 

Tyler chuckles. 

" Yeah well, let's just hope he'll find you alive first. Now, tell me. I know that he has access to the multiverse. Tell me how. "

You swallow. 

-

Time passes by quicker than Miguel likes it to go. Before he knows it, two days have passed. Whoever is holding you captive must be very intelligent or close to the society. 

" Miguel I found something. " Layla suddenly pops up beside him. 

She's been keeping her eyes on the security cameras in the city, keeping an eye out for anything that could've been related to you. 

" Show me. " He tells her. 

His posture is tense, he's stood in front if the screens as he always is, with his arms crossed over one another and a finger tapping away at his chin. 

Sure enough, Lyla pulls up a few security cams of two days ago, late in the afternoon. It follows a black car that flies through until it eventually stops in front of a building. Just like the other buildings of his world, it's sleek, and modern. But he doubts the inside will be pretty. 

With a sigh, Miguel straightens up. 

" Call Jess and Ben. "

" You don't want me to call Peter as well? "

" No. "

-

Your body hurts. Your face is bruised, you're pretty sure you've broken a rib by now, and you're as hungry as you are thirsty. Your stay here has been anything but pleasant so far. And you can't wait for it to end. 

You can't wait for Miguel to come and save you. Although you're in a lot of pain, you're not hopeless. You still believe that he'll come to save you. And on top of that, you believe he'll make these people pay. 

Much to Tyler and his goons displeasure, you haven't spoken a word about how to acquire multiversal travel. 

" Listen up, useless excuse for a woman. I am done with you and your shitassery. Tell us how-"

He's interrupted by a loud slam of the door. 

" Boss! He's here. And he's not alone. "

" What do you mean he's not alone? "

With an angry groan, Tyler follows the man out the door, and through the hallway. 

You try to move, to escape, to be useful, anything. Every movement makes you hiss as it passes through your ribs. You had managed to loosen the restraints on your first day, and now was the moment to loosen it all the way. 

As expected, your restraints fall to the ground. With a groan, you untie your feet as well, before getting up. 

You're feeling extremely weak. The pain and lack of water and food in your system setting you up to faint. You push the feeling down. Now is the time to escape. 

To your luck, the door is unlocked, and right outside lies a baton. Why? You don't know. But you're very grateful for whoever left their mess lingering around. 

Following the noise, you find yourself in a room with Tyler, his goons, Miguel, Jessica and Ben. The fight between them is already raging as you arrive. Miguel looks downright feral, using his claws for something other than climbing (and ruining) walls. He's merciless, ripping through the goons like they're worth nothing. Ben is talking nonsense while wrapping up people left and right, while Jessica is doing the same, without talking nonsense. 

For a moment, you just stand there. Breathing heavily, not knowing what to do. 

" The girl! " One of the goons suddenly calls out, noticing you. 

Your eyes widen, before they fill up with rage. They've had their turn hurting you. Now you'll return the feeling. You do feel a sweat break out as three dudes turn to you instead of one. 

Thankfully, Jessica appears to have beard him as well, as she turns to your aid quickly. Alongside her, you beat one of them (with a great amount of effort and the last bits of energy you have left,) while she takes down the other two. 

From the corner of your eye, you see Miguel tear through Tyler, speaking words to him you can't seem to process anymore. 

Once the three men are taken down, you collapse. Your lack of nutrients and water not allowing you to do more. 

You vaguely process Jess catching you, and the sound of Miguel calling your name. 

[ A/N: It took a while, but it's finally here! 1 or 2 more chapters/shots for these two and we're through. ]

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