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✫ 18+:
⤷ Tension - Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwards…
⤷ For Science - There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguel’s venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?
⤷ Intimacy - Lack of intimacy after childbirth can weigh a relationship down. Thankfully, Miguel always finds new ways to keep the spark alive.
⤷ Perfect Morning - Miguel’s definition of a perfect morning involves a comfortable bed and being buried deep inside you.
⤷ Comfort - Miguel has been having nightmares as of late and seeks a level of comfort only you can provide.
⤷ Breakfast in Bed - Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.
⤷ Stress Relief - Peter B. Parker should know better than to swing by unannounced.
⤷ Sharing is Caring (I) - (II) - A mission has both Miguel and you sharing a room… what could possibly go wrong?
⤷ (0) Sweet Girl , (1) Frustration , (2) Suit Up , (3) Obsession , (4) Consequences - Miguel’s desire for you has been taking a toll on him, and he really has no other option…
⤷ Second Intentions - You’ve been tense lately, and Miguel offers a massage. Quite thoughtful of him… except you know exactly why.
⤷ Tracking - You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you… and him.
⤷ Gentle - Miguel shows you how gentle he can be during your pregnancy and how worthy you are of it.
⤷ Backfire - The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesn’t do simple.
⤷ Side Effect - Miguel has been acting off lately and you find out why… the hard way.
⤷ Stubborn - As far as you’re concerned, you just want to stay in bed all day, admiring Miguel’s glorious chest.
✫ Fluff/Comedy/Comfort/Hurt/Angst/Misc:
⤷ Memories - You are ready to tell Miguel he is going to be a father… but he isn’t.
⤷ Revelations - Miguel asks you to keep a secret, so naturally everyone is about to find out.
⤷ Solution - Period cramps always leave you feeling miserable, so Miguel offers a solution.
⤷ Tiny Spider - Your daughter has a few questions, and you suspect Miguel might just open a portal to another dimension.
⤷ Another Chance - You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.
⤷ Family - Miguel is a natural when it comes to being a father.
⤷ Broken - You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.
⤷ A Series of Firsts - You and Miguel are ready to become parents and you must now go through a series of firsts together.
⤷ Appreciation - Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his body…
Oh my gosh you can't do this to me
Expectant Father!Miguel
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader Summary: Sweet Miguel who's a daddy to be and trying his best to support you and prepare for the baby's arrival! Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: none, just fluff Masterlist
Imagining a Miguel who after BTSV grieves and heals from his loss and trauma. He opens up and falls in love with someone, you, a Spider-Woman from another universe. The two of you eventually get married and after a few years of a beautiful marriage life, the talk about children comes up once more. You both talked about it early on in your relationship, of course, especially with Miguel losing Gabriella. You wanted to make sure that Miguel was open to the idea of starting a family in the future.
Even after marriage, the topic came up a few times here and there. Each time, Miguel always reassured you that he was open and ready for whenever you both decided to begin trying. And so, the talk eventually started again after a few years of enjoying your marriage. You both discussed it and reassured each other that you were both more than ready to start, so at last, Miguel and you begin trying!
Surprisingly, or may not so much, you soon begin to show symptoms and before you know it, there’s Miguel and you in your shared bathroom with pregnancy tests. Miguel holds your hand as you both wait for the result, both feeling nervous because this could be it. Trying to ease your nerves and his racing heart, Miguel peppers your forehead with kisses, whispering sweet words of reassurance.
“Te amo [I love you].”
“Don’t stress if it’s false symptoms, mi vida [my life]. We’ll keep trying.”
After what feels like forever, the tests reveal the results…
Expectant Father!Miguel, who tears up and wraps his arms tightly around you before kissing your face out of pure love and affection when the pregnancy test turns out positive.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who can’t sleep that night out of excitement! Miguel holds you close to his chest while you sleep soundly, planting tender and sweet kisses to your head to avoid waking you up as he thinks about the new and beautiful change in your lives, unable to believe that this is happening. He’s going to be a dad!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants to tell the whole world that you’re pregnant, but who agrees not to say anything for the first trimester, just in case. Despite wanting to scream the news to all of Nueva York, Miguel also loves being able to keep the news to yourselves. It’s your little secret!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants you to have the best midwife, doula, ob/gyn, or whoever you wish to treat you during your pregnancy. Miguel wants to make sure you and the baby will be well taken care off during and after the pregnancy in all aspects, especially medically, so he does research like his life depends on it with you to choose the right professional. This is especially important to him because he’s aware of how often women are disregarded when it comes to their own health, so Miguel wants to make sure that whoever you both work with, takes your concerns seriously.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every single appointment. No matter what. Miguel will schedule things around the appointments in order to go with you because he’s not missing one. His eyes soften up every single time he looks at the screen, seeing your baby moving around. He holds your hand, smiling and filled with happiness as the professional explains the progress. He may not say it at every appointment but he always thinks about how you both, “made that” happen.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds the ultrasound pictures after the appointment in his hands, looking longingly at them. At home, he asks if it's okay to frame them so they can be added to the wall of photos in your living room. He personally hangs it up!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who already keeps a stock of your favorite snacks in his lab, but now that you’re pregnant, expands it. As your pregnancy progresses and you start getting weird cravings, Miguel stocks up on a mixture of food items to be ready.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who will go anywhere and everywhere to get you food when you get cravings, no matter how weird they are. Miguel will travel the multiverse, even at 4am, to satisfy the cravings you and baby have!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who gains weight during the pregnancy, too! He doesn’t mind at all, but instead smiles every time he remembers, feels, or sees the new extra weight because “estamos esperando, mi amor [we’re expecting, my love].” He’s proud of it and he doesn’t let any little joke or comment about it get to him!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who massages your swollen feet to ease your discomfort! He tenderly massages them and rubs lotion to keep them soft. Talking about this, Miguel will do your toenails if you don’t get them done professionally. He surprisingly does a great job and he finds that this is another great way to continue pampering you in the future. Miguel also helps you put your shoes on, tying them when it's necessary when you find it too difficult as your pregnancy progresses.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who always tells you how beautiful you are, but especially now that you’re pregnant. Miguel thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous with your pregnancy glow, that's how he sees you, but he also knows that you could easily get ideas about your body not looking good or feeling self-conscious, so he makes sure to tell you often how stunning you are. Miguel wants you to know he loves you no matter what your body looks like!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who buys you the prettiest maternity clothes! He doesn’t care to spend money on clothes or anything else because he wants to you to feel beautiful and comfortable all throughout your pregnancy. Every time you go shopping, he always wants to buy you something, even when you tell him that you have enough clothes but again, Miguel wants you to feel beautiful and comfortable. Plus, Miguel is sure the maternity clothes will come in handy again in a few years!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds you tenderly and whispers in your ear how beautiful and strong you are when you have those moments of self-consciousness. He gently reminds you it’s okay to feel that, he knows your body is experiencing changes, but he also reminds you that in his eyes, you’re absolutely beautiful. “Eres una diosa, mi amor [you’re a goddess, my love]”, he whispers.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who starts reading books about parenting and babies! Miguel is an avid reader (you cannot change my mind about this; the man loves to read, but with so many duties as the leader of the Spider Society, our current Miguel doesn’t make much time for it, but he’s def a bookworm), so it’s no surprise that a neat pile of books always sits on his nightstand, but the difference is that his books suddenly turn from science and fiction genres to books about parenting, children, and childbirth to educate and prepare himself as a father. As the pregnancy progresses, Miguel stays up late reading while you’re curled up at his side, sleeping soundly. He rubs your back tenderly with his free hand, partly to comfort you in your sleep but also because physical touch is one of his love languages. Miguel takes little breaks here and there just to admire your sleeping figure, wondering what he did to deserve you and the life he has with you.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who loves cooking to spoil you! He already enjoyed cooking for you before but now he finds double the happiness because he knows you’re eating for two! Also, Miguel will cook anything and everything for you; from your favorite dishes to new ones you’re suddenly craving, even if he’s never cooked it before.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who has to keep his emotions in check during the first trimester because you both agreed to keep your pregnancy a secret to avoid raising suspicions. You both agreed to keep it a secret until the first trimester just in case there are complications, which thankfully do not come up. Despite both of you agreeing to behave normally, people at HQ begin to wonder why Miguel is suddenly extra smiley. Some spider members ask him about it, which makes him realize he’s not doing too great of a job acting normal (but like, you can’t blame him! Miguel is just so, so, so happy that you’re going to be parents!). During the first trimester, some spider members dare ask why he’s so much more cheerful, so he always hits them up with, “Can’t I just smile?” He then puts on a grumpy face for show and to quiet down the suspicions, even though he’s so happy he’d buy a holographic billboard to announce your pregnancy to the entire population of Nueva York if he could, which financially he can, but he’s certain you wouldn’t appreciate that too much.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who no longer bothers to hide his happiness and excitement once the first trimester has passed and you announce it to your friends and coworkers at HQ because the pregnancy is going well. He doesn’t care to hide his excitement when someone asks him how you’re doing or if he’s ready for possible sleepless nights.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who truly, and I mean truly, doesn’t care about the baby’s gender! You guys talk about it as the weeks go by, wondering and guessing for fun, but Miguel truly doesn’t care. Whether it’s a girl or a boy, Miguel is going to love, cherish, and protect that child until his last breath!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who is over the moon when your baby bump starts showing! His gaze softens every time his eyes land on it, his heart elated with happiness. Miguel loves to cup it in his large hands, filled with awe that a little being half him and half yours is growing in your tummy. He obviously knows how the process works but either way, Miguel is always filled with such awe as he caresses and cups your bump.
Expectant Father!Miguel, whose eyes widen and mouth parts the first time he feels the baby kick. He looks at you, his expression one of love and tenderness while he feels the soft kicks under his hands. He kisses you sweetly before he kisses your bump and whispers softly, “Mi familia [my family].” He laughs softly as baby keeps kicking and jokes about having “un futbolista [a fútbol player]” in the family, which only seems to fuel the kicks. This is how you both discover that the baby loves listening to him talk.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who talks to your tummy every day once you both discover that the baby loves listening to his voice. Miguel talks about how excited he is for the baby to arrive, about how loved they will be by both their parents. He often reminds the baby that, “I’ll always protect and love you.”
Expectant Father!Miguel, who is involved in a very part of putting together the nursery because he’s so excited about it. You catch him smiling to himself very often while you both work on the nursery little by little over the months. He builds the crib, making sure that it’s assembled properly for the baby’s well being, and every other piece of furniture that needs to be put together. Talking about furniture, Miguel makes sure there’s a bookcase included, one you both slowly fill with children’s books. He helps hang up the picture frames you both decided on with cute photos appropriate for a baby nursery. He buys the most comfortable chair/couch for the room so that you’re both always comfortable while tending to the baby. You try to keep a budget for the room, but Miguel tells you to not worry about that! Miguel has more than enough money to provide for you and the baby, and he doesn’t care to spend it on the two of you, so he has no budget when it comes to setting up the baby’s room because he wants to make sure you and the baby have everything that’s needed!!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every class you attend to prepare for the baby’s arrival. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of the day. Just like how he schedules things around doctor appointments, Miguel also fits these classes in not only to make sure he’s there as a supporting spouse but also to learn and be prepared to assist and support you when the baby arrives.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who smiles warmly when members from the Spider Society throw you a surprise baby shower. He looks at the cute and small clothes with affection, filled with some amusement as well when he sees some of them are spider theme.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who reads to the baby and you because he learned from somewhere that this is beneficial for children. He does this late in the evenings when you’re both cuddling on the couch, his hand tenderly caressing your stomach. Due to his gentle voice, he usually lulls you to sleep right there on the couch. If you don’t wake up soon, Miguel carries you to bed.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who also plays music for the baby and you. Again, he read something about this having benefits, so he’ll play different genres but usually it’s calm tunes you both choose to play.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits with you to decide on a name once you find out the gender of the baby. You ask him about his opinion on the choices you’ve both selected, but he can’t settle on one. He never realized how hard it’s to choose a name, something your child will have forever. You think it’s cute how his eyebrows furrow in deep thought as he contemplates on his personal choice.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits on the floor while you sit on the chair you decided on for the nursery while the two of you pack the hospital bag when you’re in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. He checks the bag about a thousand times to make sure you and baby will have everything that’s needed while at the hospital, trying to make sure neither of you have forgotten something.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who makes sure your place is clean right before the baby arrives so that when you come home, the place will be spotless. He also makes sure that all the devices for the baby, such as the baby monitor, are ready to go.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds your hand as you’re about to have the baby and refuses to leave your side no matter what! He quietly and sweetly tells you how much he loves you, how strong and beautiful you are. He knows his words of encouragement might do little to ease your pain and discomfort, but the words spill from his mouth regardless because he truly believes what he’s saying. He brings your hand to his lips before he kisses the back of it with misty eyes, filled with so many emotions.
Papa!Miguel, who wipes his tears when the nurse hands you the baby for the first time. He gazes at you with so much love and affection while you hold your baby for the first time, noticing how gentle and natural you are at motherhood. He saves the image in his mind, knowing he'll remember that moment for the rest of his life.
Papa!Miguel, whose eyes spill more tears when you hand the baby to him so he can experience holding his child for the first time, too. His soft gaze captures every detail of his child’s face, searing it into his memory forever. He notes how light and small they feel in his arms, the warmth from their little body, and the beautiful scent coming from his child. He turns to look at you, smiling, and in that moment, he wonders if he’s dreaming all of this. If so, Miguel silently wishes that he never wakes up from this beautiful dream.
Finally got to post this one; it's been in my Notion vault since April 💀but anyway, thank you for reading!
Alondra❤️
Hello! Can anyone help me find this fanfiction please!! It’s a miguel o'hara fanfic. It about the reader (who’s is spider women) who didn’t listen to Miguel went by herself to a different dimensions. One day she needed help and went to find Miguel twin in another dimension. Turns out that twin is half spider body and half human. The story continues on with reader and the twin love story.
Thank you!!!!
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.]
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.'
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Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader
Genre : fluff
Summary : Miguel and you are in a secret relationship, yet sometimes he can’t help but snap when he feels slightly jealous
Request/idea by: Anon requested Miguel with a reader who has the same spider powers and fluff : )
Wordcount: 1.2k
Miguel O’Hara Masterlist
Miguel is in his lair, as he often is. Eyes set of the many holographic screens in front of him. Currently though, he's more focused on leading a mission.
He's sent out a team he's a little less familiar with. A Peter Parker (Spiderman), Flash thompson (or Agent Venom, as he likes to refer to) and Y/N L/N (Spiderwoman 2012). The only person he's familiar with is Y/N. You've got similar powers to his, the only difference being the color of your suit ( black and red). The two of you have sparred a few times before. Originally he had been afraid to hurt you, but you turned out to be a lot fiercer than expected.
Truth to be told, he likes you. A lot. And thankfully, you like him as well. However, not wanting everyone to know, you've asked to keep your relationship secret. He had agreed, thinking it would be for the best as well.
However, since he met agent Venom, he's regretted doing so. Sometimes he even regrets asking him to join the team.
you and Flash are close. Your laid back personality making it easy for everyone to talk to you. Flash is more of a no-brainer. He's more about physical strength than actually thinking of a plan. Originally Miguel had thought of him as useless, but he follows orders without question.
Currently, they're chasing after a loose Doc Ock, and are close to rounding the mission up.
" Peter, watch your left flank, you've got incoming!" Your voice sounds over Miguel's ear piece.
And right on time it seems, thanks to your warning, Peter is able to avoid a pointy tentacle.
" Woah, thanks Y/N!"
He watches as Doc Ock now goes for you. You react quickly, using your claws to cut off the tentacle that was aimed for your face.
Miguel smiles the slightest bit at your move. It was one that he had taught you during training.
" Okay, I have a plan. Y/N distract it for a good while in a circle. Peter and Flash, you web him up. After that Peter should electrocute him so you can wrap it up." Miguel instructs the team.
They all give a response of confirmation, before setting his plan in action. Unlike Miguel, you didn't work out much, and due to the less mass, you're a lot quicker, avoiding Doc Ock's aims whilst he keeps aiming for you. Peter and Flash manage to do as instructed as well. The two of them web his tentacles together in a way that doesn't directly make the man aware, until it's too late, and he tumbles down, tentacles twisted and wrapped together. DocOck grunts as he falls harshly. The three spiders swing down in front of him, proud smiles and smirks on their faces.
" You just wait, Spiderman!-" Doc Ock starts, before you web his mouth up.
You don't say anything, but hold your hands up for a high five from both your teammates. They do so easily.
" Well done team!" Peter says, smile evident in his voice.
" Okay. That's it guys, bring him in." Miguel's stoic voice sounds through once more.
-
It doesn't take long before the three of you are back at HQ, with Doc Ock between the other variants downstairs.
The three of you are in Miguel's office currently.
" Woah, did you see that Miguel? We totally nailed it!" Flash beams enthusiastically, not realizing the boss is quite aware of that already.
" Yes Flash, I kno-"
" Did you see how Y/N and I worked together? That was amazing! I knew we would be as great in the field as we are off the field."
Miguel's jaw ticks. To Peter, he probably seems annoyed by Flash. To Flash he probably just seems tired, but you know better. You know Miguel hates it when the other spider people tend to ship you with Flash. Something that happens more often because of the game nights the lot of them sometimes organize and partake in.
You raise a brow.
" It was a team effort, Flash. We couldn't have done it without Peter. And Miguel's plan is what put it all together. It really was a team effort." You point out, arms crossed over your chest.
" Yeah, but still-!"
" I've had enough of your nonsense Flash, get out." Miguel huffs.
" Awe c'mon boss, you've got to admit it-!"
" No. Now leave."
Miguel gives Flash that cold, angry look. That along with his tall posture, gives Flash a clear message; Miguel needs space.
" Oh, right then. We'll go." Flash says with a smile, turning and grabbing you by the wrist to take you with to the cafeteria.
" Leave Y/N here, I got some stuff to talk with her about. " He says, a tired tone in his voice.
He shoos Peter away as well, who gives you a pat on your shoulder as he walks out. Flash gives you a wave aswell, before sprinting off to whoever knows where.
" So, you got stuff you want to talk about?" You say with a knowing smile.
He rolls his eyes, before pushing off the table (desk?) he was leaning on and stepping of the platform. He shoots a web at you, the neon material sticking to your suit as he pulls you close with it. His hands rest on your waist, keeping you as close as he can now that the other two are out.
" God, do I hate flash." He complains.
You grin, placing your hands on his upper arms.
" I know."
" Should I fire him? I think I should." He mumbles, meant probably mostly for himself.
You laugh.
He can feel his tense posture slacking with the sound of it.
" Don't fire him. He's fun to hangout with-"
" Are you shipping yourself with him now?-"
" No! Absolutely not. He's still my friend though." You cock your head at him.
Miguel knows he's a goner when you look at him like that with those pretty eyes of yours.
" He's brainless."
" That's fine, he's not important." You point out to him.
His lips tilt into a small smirk.
" Good. Now kiss me-"
He's cut off as you place your lips on his, hands moving from his arms to spread out over his chest, his own moving from your waist to your hips. His lips move passionately with yours, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. When you eventually pull away to breath, he tries to follow you. You giggle as he does so.
" Te amo." He whispers softly, moving a stray hair from your face.
You smile at him.
" You know I don't speak spanish, Iguel'." You pout.
He knows. For now he's too afraid to tell you exactly what it means.
[ A/N: My requests are currently empty but I still want to write more, anyone has any ideas/requests they're willing to share with me? ]
003
Genre : fluff, the ending's a bit angsty tho.
Summary : In which you're sick. And Miguel's soft.
Request/idea by: lassiraa (didn;t know if she wanted to be tagged oops)
Wordcount: 1.3k lol
Miguel O’hara Masterlist
Miguel glances at his phone yet again, admittedly a little worried. The cute cafe you work at had been busy today, filled to the brim with customers. When you had texted him earlier that you would be late for your movie night, he understood. In return, he had replied that he could eventually pick you up, asking at what time you would be done. You haven't responded though, probably too occupied with cleaning the place.
It's thankfully not too late just yet, but it's started raining dogs and cats since about an hour back. He just hopes you'll catch the bus to HQ.
Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait all too long, a sudden knock at his door sounding through his room.
His room is admittedly bigger than the other spiders' rooms who stay. His looking more like an apartment, the only thing missing is a livingroom and a diningroom. It's basically a small studio apartment.
It doesn't take him long to open the door. The first thing he notices when he does so is that you're completely drenched.
He sighs as he lets you in.
" Why didn't you take the bus? " He asks, going straight to the point.
" Because I would have to wait more than thirty minutes. Walking was faster. Hello to you too by the way." You roll your eyes.
He doesn't miss the shivering of your body.
" Yeah, hey. You should've called me. " He scolds you, yet again.
" Yeah, yeah. I won't die from a little rain Miguel, relax." You tell him, before sniffing once you've taken your shoes off.
The two of you suddenly find yourself in a bit of an awkward stare. The one where his thoughts are running through his head and you're really trying to figure it out without communicating.
' Yeah. she's going to be sick tomorrow.'
'Bet he's thinking about throwing some pizzas in'
" Are you thinking of pizzas?" You ask him, making him blink.
" Yes, totally. Go shower while I throw them in the oven." He tells you, turning his back to you.
You blink, confused. You don't have a change of your clothes lying around at his place. However, before any words can leave your now opened mouth, a bunch of clothes are thrown at you, along with a towel.
" Just wear my stuff, I don't care. Just don't want your ass sick in the morning." He says, hurriedly walking into the kitchen.
That was a lie, he actually very much does care. Especially about you wearing his stuff.
Miguel is a domestic man, especially after all he's been through. The idea of the two of you hanging out, cuddling up like you sometimes do, whilst wearing his clothes creates a pleasant image in his head.
It doesn't take long before you're out of the shower, and soon enough the two of you are eating pizza whilst arguing over what movie to watch. Eventually (after a whole while, the pizzas are actually already through), the two of you set on watching an action film.
And as the two of you move to sit on his bed like usual, he notices you glancing at him a little more than usual.
" What is it?" He asks as he glances back at you.
" Can we cuddle?" You ask him, biting your lip.
He gives you a smile as he nods.
" Sure."
He hopes you don't notice the slight blush on his cheeks.
-
When he wakes the next morning, he notices a few things. One, you're pressed up to his side, cuddling into his large frame, your face buried in his chest. Two, how well rested he feels. It's been a good while since he felt like this. And three, you're way too hot to not be sick.
With a soft sigh, he contemplates on his decision. He wants to stay home to take care of you, but he's also supposed to look for anomalies a few floors down.
It's embarrassing how quick he actually manages to make a decision.
Would it even be worth fighting for the multiverse if you aren't in his?
And so he finds himself putting together an amount of hologram screens and such to be able to work from his apartment.
It takes a while before you wake up, but when you do, you merely turn on your ass and fall back asleep in a ridiculous position again. However, not too long after that, you wake again, looking around a little confused whilst you sit up. You wrap the blanket closer around you, wrapping yourself completely up in it with the exception of your face.
" Hm?"
" I feel like a boiled sausage." You grunt in annoyance, before flopping down on his bed again.
He can't help but smile.
" I'm afraid you're sick, Perla." He tells you.
You curl up.
" What? No I'm not. Feel great'." You grumble sarcastically.
He shakes his head.
" What would you like for breakfast?" He asks in return.
You let out a dramatic sigh.
" Nothing, my stumic feels queasy- Wait, since when are you able to work from up here?" You ask, noticing he now actually has a chair in his room. And a desk. And a lot of screens.
" Since today. And still, you should eat." He says as he gets up.
Whilst he walks off to do whatever, you take a moment to study his new set up. You've never really paid any attention to his work before, not really liking 'office work' as you tend to call it. A moment later he returns, a plate with food in hand. He hands it to you wordlessly. You get up from his bed to eat (you're not a psycho).
" Soo, am I helping with work today?" You ask him, leaning onto his chair from behind him. You try to ignore the obvious shivers of your skin. You definitely have a fever.
He glances at you.
" No. You're going to lie down and rest. I'm going to work." He tells you before he gets up.
To your utter suprise, he turns to you, his huge posture suddenly looming over yours. With gentle hands, he leads you backwards to his bed, your knees bending when the back of your legs touch the bed. He bends down to maneuver the rest of your body onto the bed, getting you to lay sideways. He tucks you in aswell, before the two of you end up staring awkwardly at one another yet again.
" G'night." He greets you, before turning to his hologram screens again.
You watch him work for a moment, studying the screens as well. There's nothing interesting currently happening. It doesn't take long before you doze off.
Miguel watches you once you've fallen asleep fondly. He's really falling further and further into the feelings he's hiding for you. In moments like this, he believes he could do it. Maybe he could be happily in a relationship with you while also helping the multiverse. He shakes his head, running his hands over his face before sighing deeply. What the hell is he starting to think about? He's spiderman. He can't have you, no matter how bad he wants you.
With another deep sigh, he makes a hard decision.
He has to create space between the two of you.
[ A/N: Next update'll take a while, I'm on a vacay with my mum for next week so see ya'll after that.]
004
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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 : ).]
004
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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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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Forever Home
Pairing : Platonic Miguel O' Hara X Teen, Symbiote Reader
Genre : Angst which turns into fluff
Summary : You find yourself afraid to lose your home when Toxin slips up.
Requested/idea by: @jewelk4 ( I altered it a little bit)
Wordcount: 1.2k
Miguel O'Hara Masterlist
It happens in a fit of rage. You gasp as tears spring to the corners of your eyes, whilst Miguel stills.
Your symbiote's form, Toxin's form, is still wrapped around you. A second layer of skin draped over your own which protects you, leaving out only your head.
You didn't mean to hit Miguel, but Toxin worked to it's own accord sometimes. You were arguing about the symbiote. Miguel wanted to help you 'get rid of it'. When you want nothing of the sort. Before Toxin, you were sick, and spent days in a hospital bed.
You can see Miguel's eyes flicker red at you.
He's mad. He is definitely pissed.
A quick flashback of memories hits you in the face. This is how you lost your parents. You were so happy when you weren't sick anymore. You parents were in the beginning too, until they found out what had cured you. They tried getting Toxin out of you violently back than, offering you up for a few tests from some crazy scientist. You had escaped, but not without leaving a few injured. After that it had been you and Toxin for a while, until an anomaly had popped up. Which in turn lead you to Miguel, who had come to help you only to find out that you were doing the work by yourself without issue.
" Who're you?" Toxin's lower voice hisses at the spiderman who stumbled into your dimension.
Even from beneath the layer of skin, you were watching curiously.
" My name is Miguel O'Hara. I'm spiderman from another dimension. I lead an elite-"
There was no time for his speech as the rhino variant charged again. Spiderman, or Miguel as he says his name is, avoids the hit. Toxin refused to do so.
With incomparable strength, he stops the crazed man in a metallic rhino suit. Reforming his hand into a large spike, he drills it into the machine, making it malfunction.
Miguel watches the scene with wide eyes. The battle ending in a heartbeat as Toxin also squeezes, the suit breaking up into a mess underneath his powerful grip.
Originally, when Miguel started the society, he didn't want any symbiotes on the team. He had encountered them before. He knew of Venom, and Carnage. Carnage specifically was crazed, and unstable. They were powerful, but all seemed to have a taste for blood. Except for Toxin. Although he seemed to have it as well, he had it paired with a taste for justice.
Later, Miguel learned that was because he had you. You set the morals. He had been utterly surprised when he had come back to your universe and found out you were it's host. You were barely a teenager. No older than fifteen.
" I-"
" I know who you are." Your voice was guarded.
Miguel had no idea where you stayed, or why you seemed to be alone.
" You're the symbiote's host."
At his statement, you took a step back. The few people from your world who knew what a symbiote was were dead, all dead by your hands. You didn't have a choice. They tried to kill you first after all.
" Yeah, so?" You ask him, trying to look indifferent.
" I lead an elite strike force dedicated to save the multiverse. I think you could be of great help."
Miguel had tried to form his words carefully. He didn't want to end up in a fight with you.
'Ask him what's in it for us.' Toxin's voice sounded through the back of your mind.
" What's in it for us?"
" A team. A place to stay. Warm meals. A life off the streets.
All it had taken was one look at the world you live in for you to say yes.
And now, a year later, Miguel has found himself caring for you like a father would. He kept a close watch on what you did, where you went, and your schooling which he brought back up. In truth, he gave you an opportunity to live in a normal society again.
An opportunity you were now scared you had failed.
" I-"
You were cut off as Toxin's form engulfed you.
" We remain as a we. Do not try to separate us." Toxin hisses angrily at Miguel as it steps closer, before turning off and webbing out of his lab into the hallway.
Miguel can't help the yell in frustration.
" Layla! What's their location?!" He asks her angrily, ready to chase you down.
" Miguel, I don't think you should. Give them a little time. They're your kid. If you look for them now, you will say something you regret." Layla advised.
He shot the AI an angry look, but she doesn't budge.
With a deep breath, he buries himself in his work again.
It takes a while, but after a few hours, Layla opens a new holographic screen showcasing surveillance footage of you sitting on the roof of spider HQ upside down.
With a sigh, Miguel makes his way over.
" I thought you'd be here." He greets you, standing on the upside side of the roof above you.
" No you didn't. You probably pulled up a security camera." You huff back, knowing him all too well.
He chuckles, a little embarrassed that he's caught. But then again, you are his kid. Nearly no one knows him better than you.
" Can you come here please? So we can talk."
You don't reply, but you do come up to him. You look sad, avoiding eye contact as you cross your arms over one another.
He has to tell you the truth.
" I lost a family that wasn't mine to lose. You know that right?"
You hum, confused by his words.
" I have gained one along the way, again. You. I see you as my kid, Y/N. I'm sorry for my words, but sometimes I crave or a normalcy that we can't have. I got carried away." He tells you.
You give him a glance at you look at him, eyes filled with concern.
" So you're not kicking us off the team?" You ask him, your voice small.
His eyes soften as he looks at you.
" Of course not. Why would I ever do that?" He's genuinely confused by how you came by that idea.
" I just- I don't know. Last time I let Toxin slip it ended a little bad." You admit.
He sighs.
" You have a home here. I promised you that. And this will always be your home.-"
" With you?" You ask him, your eyes showing how vulnerable you feel.
" With me.-" He confirms.
He's surprised as you engulf him in a big hug. You wrap your arms tight around his middle, burying your face in his chest.
" I was scared we messed up." You murmur.
Shock melting off his face, a small smile makes its way as he wraps his arms tightly around you, keeping you close. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. He'll always be a home for you.
[ A/N: Im working on all the rewuests gimme a while : ) ]
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Pairing : Platonic Miguel O' Hara X Teen, Daughter, Symbiote Reader
Genre : Mostly fluff, canon level violence, tinge of angst
Summary : Hiding your symbiote from your father was pretty easy. Until it wasn't anymore
Requested/idea by: @graesage
Wordcount: 1.2k
Miguel O'Hara Masterlist
You really shouldn't have messed around back in the day in Alchamex. While your father had been off and about his about multiverse research, you had slipped into the hallway and into a seperate room where you found a bunch of funny liquid looking vials.
There, you found Toxin. It had escaped from it's vial, and slipped under your skin. It was so quick, you thought it was okay. That nithing remoteable had happened, though you did have a funny feeling.
Until you had looked into the mirror that night, surprised to see someone completely different in there. Because it was still light outside, you had shaken your head, thinking it was just a funny trick of the light. It wasn't, and you fainted when you found out that it could speak.
When you woke again, you were on the couch. And you weren't alone. There was a new voice in your head, a new kind of power in your system.
Eventually, you got to test it out. And testing you did. Now you just had to hide it. You couldn't let your father know. Your father is spiderman after all, so hiding the symbiote was much more easier than expected.
He was always busy running the multiverse. And now, from time to time, you would join in to help. Your watch is concealed by Toxin's skinlike suit, which leaves people in question how you really enter different dimensions when you jump out of the same portal they do. Lyla was the one who had given you the watch, helping you keep it a secret.
For a good while, you manage to hide your identity quite well.
" What hapened?" You ask your father as he steps into his lab.
You were helping him do his job as you so often do, looking at his screens while he's out. You're munching on a bar of chocolate as he steps in.
He looks a little roughed up, which is expected after the rough fight with a Mysterio variant.
" That spiderwoman showed up again." He huffs, approaching the platform.
You hum.
" Is that bad?"
" Yes and no. She's helping out for some reason. But we can't manage to track her signal. Which is annoying. Also you should really lessen on the chocolate. You've been eating as much as an addict would the past few weeks." He points out, barely glancing at the treat in your hands, stepping onto the platform.
" I've always been addicted though. Besides, if this spiderwoman is helping, why is she an issue?" You point out.
He starts messing around with the screens.
" Not like the past few weeks, you haven't. I'm surprised you didn't gain weight. And because I don't know her intentions. A lot of villains were a friend before they turned sides." He points out.
" My chocolate addiction isn't that bad. But you're saying she's a spiderwoman. What's the harm? Maybe you should invite her on the team." You huff before shrugging.
" She's usually gone before I get as much as a chance to do so. And I'm not sure if she really is a spiderwoman. Her suit is just,, different."
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It all comes down when a Clash variant escapes. You and Toxin were less prepared than expected, as Clash's powers involved high frequencies, including the ones you're sensitive to.
" You! You're no spiderman!" Clash calls to you, engulfed in Toxin's form.
Toxin cocks its head. " So what?" It asks before charging.
Clash fumbles around with his machine, before it releases a high pitched sound, which disturbs Toxin's form. And so the inevitable happens.
Toxin pulls back into it's liquid like, globby form, jumping away midair against its will. Meanwhile, you're now stuck falling towards the ground, with absolutely nothing to protect you.
From a distance, Miguel's eyes widen, and he reacts quickly. Setting off, he webs his way towards your plummeting form. He catches you barely a few metres from the ground, and you look up at him sheepishly while he glares down at you, obviously not happy.
" I can explain-"
He sets you down on the ground, glancing at your watch, the pieces falling in place in his mind.
" Go home. We'll talk later."
He turns around, readying himself back into the fight. You sigh. You don't want to stay on the side. Knowing arguing with him is useless, you turn, leaving in a random direction to find Toxin.
However, you're not paying attention, and your eyes widen as a piece of rubble comes right for you.
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When you wake up again, you're in the med bay. You've been here to visit your friends when they're injured. It feels a little weird to be the injured one now.
You're not alone. You're missing Toxin's presence, but Jess is by your side.
" Hey." She smiles.
You try to smile too, even though it hurts. Everything hurts. The rubble got a good piece of you. Your entire body is hurting.
" I know you're in pain, sweetheart. Miguel's on his way, said he went to get something that might help." She tells you, setting a hand on top of yours.
You carefully nod, before closing your eyes to rest again. Jess stays with you, a comfortable silence settling over you.
Your mind is a bit of a mess. Toxin doesn't belong in the universe it's left behind in, which makes it an anomaly. You're worried for it's wellbeing. And you don't doubt that your father is mad at you. You just hope you can convince him to find Toxic, who can in turn heal you.
About twenty minutes pass before you hear the door open. And by the footsteps you can recognise it's your father.
" Hey. Can you leave us for a moment? I need to talk to her." Miguel asks Jessica.
She sighs, but stands up nonetheless.
" Don't be too rough on her." She tells him, setting a hand on his shoulder before leaving.
The minute she closes the door behind her, you open your eyes.
" Dad, I-"
With a sigh, he sets a hand down on your own, and you're left surprised when a glob of red and blue forms and passes through his skin, and over yours, before settling itself into your skin.
Miguel watches with concealed amazement as Toxin's form devolps yours, your IV and whatever else was attached falling off as he speeds up your healing process. It only takes a moment, and soon enough he shrinks back into your skin, and you're feeling much. much better.
' I'm back.' Toxin's voice sounds through your mind.
" No shit." You whisper.
You stretch before turning to face your father.
" Does this mean I'm on the team?"
To your surprise, he nods. His hands placing themselves on his hips, signaling he has more to say.
" But we're going to set rules. I'm going to mentor you. And you'll need to listen to what I say, got it?" He tells you with a strict eyebrow up.
You smile as you nod enthusiastically.
" Yeah, of course!"
" And no more secrets, okay kid?"
" None. I promise!" You grin, engulfing him in a big hug.
He easily returns the embrace. a small smile making it's way onto his face.
[ A/N: If anyone knows a title feel free to share I do not lol. ]
Hey, I don't know if you write trans characters but if you do I have an idea. Like it's summer now and it's to hot to wear a binder so I use kt tape instead (because transtape is to expensive for me) but if you remove it incorrectly it causes your skin to tear and well quess how I know??
So what about transmasc!reader or just gn!reader who has boobs and don't like them, using kt tape and wounded themselves while removing it. And so the couple days after that they hiss when there clothing moves pass it or move a sertain (?) way and Miguel catches them and he gets concerned because maybe he doesn't know that they bind and thinks they got injured on a mission or something, so he wants to check it out and they explain to Miguel that they're trans. And just fluff with Miguel helping to bandage them or something.
Nice writing btw <3
Genre: Fluff/neutral
[ A/N: Sorry it took a while my brain was just flat on ideas and then I got busy with life. Anyway- I hope this is kinda along the lines you hoped for, before I really did try. Enjoy! ]
You hiss in pain as you throw another punch at the punching bag in front of you. Your posture obviously lags, as does literally every other movement.
You had been staying in Nueva York for a few days now. Not because you lost your home, but your apartment was under a reconstruction in your home universe due to a particular nasty fight with a villain who got a good part of the building. And HQ was the easiest option. Living here was nice. You could see your friends more. You were easily available for missions. And you'd see your crush more often.
" Your posture lags. "
You look at the person who entered the room, surprised to see Miguel standing there. He rarely leaves his lab after all.
" Yeah, I got a minor injury. " You try shrugging his concern away.
He doesn't relent.
" Show me? " He orders.
You turn to him in surprise.
" What? "
" I know you haven't properly cared for this injury, let me. " he tells you.
You sigh, but feel touched. And as you do, you take your shit off, showing your back to him, which has a nasty tear. Like you've ripped something off too hard.
He furrows his brows.
" What's this? " He asks, concerned, the pads of his fingers ghosting over your skin.
" I- uhm- I use kt tape to bind my chest... Transtape is too expensive. But when I try taking it off- that happened the other day. " You explain, a small embarrassed blush on your face.
Miguel sighs, getting some ointment from a nearby med kit, as he gentle rubs it over your wound.
" You're a genius, Y/N. Why didn't you make something else? Something similar? " He asks in concern.
In all honesty, he didn't even know you bind, but he doesn't really care either way. You're still you to him.
Once he's done, he remains seated there as he helps you put your shirt back on.
" I just- I never really have the time to do so. Nor have I ever thought of doing that either, in all honesty. " You mumble the last bit.
A small smile graces Miguel's lips, as he caught onto the last bit.
" Well, you have a few days worth of time now. You're injured. You're not going on missions. " He tells you.
You huff, looking away, that is not what you wanted to happen.
He gently raises a hand, turning your chin back to him.
" If you want, I can help? Two is usually better than one. " He smiles gently.
You blush at his words. Maybe, that idea isn't so bad after all.
Ooooo Please a miguel o'hara x shy!alt universe!reader? if Miguel sees Peter's adoptive daughter shyreader who is actually a variant of his oldest daughter who is dead in his universe? The shyreader is actually the adoptive daughter of Peter B Parker and Mj and Mayday loves her adoptive sister who’s a spider hero that bonded venom. Venom being protective of the Parker family and the host 🖤🖤
[ A/N: Sorry it took so long. Also I tried including as much of the idea as possible but I might've missed a thing or two.]
Miguel remembers the first time he's seen you. He remembers how his heart was caught in his throat and how time seemed to slow for a minute. You were his eldest daughter.
But you didn't recognize him. You looked exactly like Gabi's elder sister. He loved both you and her dearly before he messed it all up.
Everyone knew Peter B liked to take his kids with him to HQ. And Mayday wasn't an issue, as long as people kept an eye on her. But Y/N? You were shy, painfully so. Mayday's older sister, adopted yet treated like you were born into the family.
Peter did warn him beforehand on who you were. And originally, Miguel had told him he'd be fine. But everytime he'd see you walk across, he'd feel anything but. He longed to care for you as he once did, the way Peter did now.
Peter did though. He could see it in his friend's eyes. And he understood. He adopted you after all, has cared for most of your life like you are his own. The only difference you had to the other Y/N is that you're bonded to a symbiote. Something Miguel is unaware of (for obvious reasons.)
Keeping it secret from Miguel was harder than expected. He kept a bit of a close eye on you whenever you were around, but not to the point where he knew where you are at any given moment.
And for a good while, it all goes well.
Until an anomaly in 928 flies itself into the building. You had been on that exact floor, playing with Mayday and Hobi when the thing flies into the room.
You barely have a moment to understand what's going on before you're engulfed in Venom's black form. With Venom's fast reflexes, Mayday is swooped into your arms, shielded from the flying glass and whatever else heads your way.
Miguel had originally been fighting this anomaly alone, given it popped in his universe. Though seeing the building get wrecked, on a floor where he knew you were fond to hang out, it stressed him out.
Did he now lose you too? Again? He's quick to make his way towards the building, ready to search through the debris. However, before he can lift a brick, a quick black body jumps out, catching Miguel by surprise as it moves at a pace and slings a web towards the goblin variant, only to plunge a kick right into it's face.
" Y/N! Nice. Where's your sister? " Peter asks you as he comes to a stop beside you, sticking to the building as you do.
Your mask dissipates, and soon enough your own face is shown. Miguel is caught completely by surprise. Sweet, shy Y/N is bonded with a symbiote?
" Don't worry she's okay. She's with Hobie. How do we take this down?-" You barely have the chance to ask as th goblin releases bombs into the sky, barreling them towards you.
And you're quicker to react than Miguel and Peter, jumping up and making sure everything went off mid air, avoiding causalities all together.
Stuck in his shock, Miguel only watches as you and Peter wrap up this anomaly together. He was as amazed as he was concerned in all honesty.
After that moment, Peter takes both you and Mayday home again. Miguel doesn't see the two of you for a while, given that the building needs to be fixed.
Once it has, he's all too glad to see you specifically again.
This time, you're not surrounded by the other teenagers, Mayday, or Peter. It's just you. You're chilling in a corner, reading a book. You put it down when you see him though.
He nods his head in greeting with a tiny, nearly invisible smile on his face, fully intending to leave you to your book in Peace when you ask him the most curious question.
" Who was I to you? "
He stops as he turns around, not believing his ears.
" What? "
" I can see the way you look at me. You've known another me before.... We're we close? "
A small sad smile makes it's way onto Miguel's face at your innocent curiosity.
" Yeah.. You were my kid. I was shocked the first time I saw you here. I don't understand why other me would ever abandon you- You didn't know him, did you? " He's curious too.
You shake your head.
" No. I was left in the adoption center too young to remember. I think my biological father wanted nothing to do with me, his name wasn't on my papers. My biological mother's name is Evelyn- Was she my birth mother in the other universe too? "
Seeing that you're just as curious about him and other you as he is, he sits down beside you. The two of you talk for a while, and Miguel finally gets the closure he desperately needed. You're not other you, but you're still a version of you. The two of you alike yet different. He's sad he lost other you, though he's happy he gets to see you again.
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Pairing : Street Racer! Miguel O' Hara X Reader
Genre : casual, it's really just an introduction
Wordcount: 0.9k
A/N: Inspired by the one movie I have seen of fast & the furious. (dw I'm gonna watch all of them now). Also disclaimer idk anything about cars.
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↓ Miguel's car, though his is dark blue/black with red stripes.
It's late at night, though the streets of Nueva York are anything but silent. Downtown, yet another car meet was happening. It generally went all the same, guys showed up, showing off their cars and sometimes their women. Couples seemed to change like people changed clothes. Most couples at least. Shanti hopes that won't be the case for her.
" Uhm, hi. " Shanti is nervous.
Very nervous. When her boyfriend said he wanted to introduce her to his world, this was not what she had expected. It's a bit of madness. Currently, no one is racing, but that's only because the meet is only just starting.
Her boyfriend wasn't great support, having gone off towards the other dudes around. Eventually telling her to talk to the other girls and meddle with them.
Which brings her to where she is now. Feeling a little awkward and exposed (the cute outfit she had picked out is not helping her nervousity) , she hopes the group of girls she approaches is the right group.
To her surprise, they are.
" Oh, hi! Ooeh, I love your skirt, where is it from? " A blonde asks as she approaches the nervous woman.
" Thank you! I got it from the Zara. My name is Shanti by the way. " She smiles.
The blonde girl grins, approaching her as she takes her hand. It makes Shanti feel safe, like she's known this girl forever.
" Nice to meet you Shanti. I'm Eva. I'm with the doofus over there. " The blonde, Eva, grins, nodding towards a blonde haired guy leaning against a Mazda RX-7.
It seemed like he had felt her eyes on him, as he turns towards the two of them, and gives her a wink.
Eva giggles as she blows him a kiss back.
As if it wasn't busy enough, the crowd suddenly gets louder as a low bass was heard, a song Shanti recognized to be Danger, by Offset and JID. people immediately step aside to let a new car through.
" They're finally here! Come with me, you've got to meet them first. " Eva says enthusiastically, pulling her new friend along.
Soon enough, they're in front of the crowd, now able to see the Dodge Challenger SRT. A tall man steps out from the driver's seat, smiling at everyone before he steps around the car.
" That's Miguel. " Eva whispers to Shanti.
Shanti nods. She's heard of him. He owns the streets. The best driver Nueva York (or all of South America) has to offer. He's all about his team, and his lady. Especially his lady.
Miguel's smile seemed to widen as he opens the door for a lady.
" And that's his lady. Y/N. You'll love her, trust me. " Eva grins.
Y/N is pretty well known as well. According to the rumors, she's nowhere near as harmless as she looks in her short revealing dress. Mess with her, and Miguel would make you pay. Mess with Miguel, and Y/N would pay you a nasty visit.
They're untouchable. People respect them for what they've done, and what they keep doing.
The two seemed to have a short moment, before Y/N kisses his cheek as she starts glancing around.
Once she spots Eva, she squeals (though it's barely heard over the heavy bass of the car.)
" Eva! I haven't seen you in forever! " Y/N smiles as she greets her in a hug.
Eva lets go of Shanti's hand to return the affection.
" Y/N! I'm sorry babe, I went on a small getaway with Jake. But I'm back now. Also, meet my new friend, Shanti. " Eva introduces her.
" Oooh, nice to meet you. I gotta say, I love your outfit! It looks great on you. " Y/N grins.
Shanti blushes. Y/N is beautiful. Her outfit compliments her form, and her accessories finish her look just right. She doesn't seen to wear too much make up, though she doesn't need it.
" Thank you, nice to meet you too. "
Y/N smiles, linking one of their arms together as Eva does the same on the other side.
" You seem like you're new to this environment. Do you know the other girls yet? " Y/N smiles as the three start walking.
Shanti shakes her head.
" No. "
" Oops, that's on me. I whisked her away right when I heard you come. " Eva grins.
Y/N smiles.
" I see. Well Shanti, let me just tell you something. We girls stick together. If anyone bothers you, feel free to come to any of us. We got you. " Y/N pats Shanti's linked arm.
Shanti smiles gratefully. Suddenly, she's glad her boyfriend waved her off. These girls seem like a lot of fun.
Meanwhile, Miguel watches the girls walk off, shaking his head fondly at Y/N's welcoming behavior. It's thanks to her that the streets became a safe space for women after all. There used to be a lot of cat fights between the women, jealousy driving them apart (often literally), until she stepped in with her kind soul, complimenting girls and creating her own stronghold. Miguel is proud of her. Proud to call her his woman.
Suddenly, a low whistle was heard to his left. Facial expression returning to his neutral grumpy look, he turns to face his best friend.
" Damn my dude, you're whipped. " Peter grins.
[ A/N: This was really just an introduction thing, not sure if I'm gonna continue, lemme know if anyone wants to read more abt them. ]
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Following the story of Miguel O'Hara, Nueva York's best street racer ( and maybe on the wanted list), and his lady, Y/N.
[ Everything is a one shot/drabble unless stated otherwise. ]
Introducing them (3rd/4th pov)
Miguel's feelings for Y/N brainrot
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Miguel's feelings
Pairing : Streetracer! Miguel O' Hara X Reader
Genre : fluff
Wordcount: 0.5k
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[ A/N: Just a lil brainrot of Miguel's feelings for Y/N. Vibe inspired by Dom & Letty of the Fast & Furious series. ]
! Allusions to previous sex if you squint
Some days Miguel is annoyed, and feels like the world is entirely against him. Other days, he's got his woman on his lap, her lips on his, and her hips grinding into his. She makes his brain go haywire, his heart beating out of his chest. He's all hers.
Currently, it's early in the morning, and he's laid in the same bed with the godess of a woman he feels blessed with. How they found each other might be a little messed up, but damn is he glad to have her.
His arm is loosely wrapped around her as he waits for her to wake up. He's glad they're sharing a place now.
No more of him sneaking theough her window to hang out, or her sneaking out to join him whenever. Nothing can keep them apart.
It's something his friends on the track like to test. There used to be a time his closer friends liked to tease him, that they'd race for his Y/N. They used to earn a pointed angry look, due to him thinking he could genuinely lose her. Now, he's far past his insecurities. When his friends would suggest that (not that they do anymore), he'd simply smirk, telling them to keep wishing.
Sometimes, there's a foreigner on the track, unfamiliar with Miguel's crew, Y/N especially. He'd always watch from a distance how she'd turn them down as they'd attempt to bother her while she was chilling with her girlfriends. The rougher ones, the ones who didn't seem to want to listen, he'd talk to, sincerely telling them to leave her alone or he'd make them. Then there's also the absolute idiots who are stupid. Thinking she could be won over like half of the girls on the track. Now, he's always completely destroying those boys on the road, but never with her on the line. He likes the look on their faces as he opens the door for Y/N, letting her have a very close look at how he wins. How her man wins. It always ends with an extra car to take home. He'll never bet her, but he'll bet a pink slip alright.
" Hm? "
Miguel is cut from his thoughts as the godess of a woman that is his lady suddenly wakes, acknowledging him.
He grins at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he pulls her closer again.
" Just thinking about you. "
She grins into his chest, pressing a kiss to his naked skin. He feels incredibly lucky to have her return his affection, that she feels the same for him as he does for her. He doubts it'll ever end. He can't wait till they'll be mr and miss O'Hara. To tell their future kid (or kids) about their youth. To teach them everything he knows.
At this point, he's pretty sure he'd be incomplete without her.
Lee hobie and ler Miguel? Maybe where hobie has stole something of Miguel’s and hidden it so he tickles the location out of him
No wait why do I love that so much?
This was actually so fun to write, like what(^○^)
Lee Hobie, Ler Miguel
(TW swearing and tickles,)
“It was just ther-“ Miguel sighed, “what was just there?” Hobie chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. Miguel jumped a bit at the sudden response, assuming he was alone.
“My gizmo. It was just here.”
“Your gizmo?” Hobie chuckled at the name
“I would’ve called something much better, How about something like, ‘Miguel’s a fuckin idiot’”
Miguel turned to him with a frown. Hobie smirked at him and sat down on the swivel chair in the room.
———————————————
It may have taken Miguel a little longer to figure out who took the missing gizmo, and by a little to longer I mean 4 days, but as he was putting the pieces together he figured it out.
“Hobie..” he growled,
Miguel turned around to find him sitting in the same swivel chair he sat in when he stole the gizmo.
“I heard my name?” Hobie said
“where did you even come in from?”
“Why do you wanna know? Don’t you enjoy having me here?” Hobie smiled
“What? No I- never mind, did you take my gizmo?” Miguel asked
“You mean the ‘Miguel is a fuckin idiot’ device?” Hobie joked.
Miguel’s eyebrows angered at Hobie. Hobie was known not to take thing seriously, or even just avoid them entirely. So when Miguel is trying to get words out of him he won’t budge, like a heavy bolder, nothing will come out.
“Sorry let me rephrase it, Did you STEAL my gizmo or not?”
“So what if I did? I would never tell you.” Hobie responded
Just then Miguel lunged at Hobie and they both tumbled around for a few seconds before Miguel had him pinned on the floor.
“I’m going to ask you again, Did you steal something I own?” Miguel asked,
“….” No reposed, just a calm stare
Miguel leaned closer down to Hobies left ear and whispered,
“Did you steal my gizmo or not?” Just then Miguel was interrupted by small giggles coming from Hobies mouth.
“KPFT-hehahah!” Hobie laughed trying to scrunch his neck as much as possible.
“This is not a laughing matter!”
“Ihihihit tihihklehehes!!” Hobie gestured to his ear where Miguel whispered into.
“Ohh, so you’re ticking, huh?” Miguel teased wiggling his figures into the punks belly
“ACK- Waiahahaht!! Tickle me and your dea-HEAHAHAD!!” Hobie threatened, (turns out he was all bark no bite tho)
“My god you’re the most ticklish person I know!” Miguel said as he moved from his midsection down to his hips
“ILL FUHUHHAHUCKING KIHIHIHILL YOOOHAHAHAHAH!!!” Hobie barked out
“Sure you will!” Miguel laughed as he stop letting Hobie lie their limp,
“Lyla!” Miguel whispered
“Huh”
“scan him for me real quick? I promise this is important!”
“Fun, on what?”
“you know?” Miguel wiggled his fingers
“ohhhh yeah totes!” A orange screen popped up in front of him listing all of Hobies spots, he was so done for!
“oh wow, that’s more than I expected?”
“What’s more than you expected, Bitch” hobie growled
“what was that?” Miguel asked confidently,
“Did you call me a bitch?” Just then Miguel started to squeeze his knees
“HMPF- BAHAhahahah!!” Hobie threw his head back in laughter, kicking his legs around trying to get Miguel’s hands off him
“Has anybody told you you have an adorable laugh?” Miguel teased digging his other hand back into his hips
“NAHAHAH!! WAAHAHAHAITTTT!!!”
“You’ve asked me to wait a lot today, and yet I’ve never waited, what makes you think I’m gonna wait now?” Miguel talked out loud
“Alright, I’ll give you some time to breath” Miguel smirked,
“Tell me where you hid my stuff,”
“what?”
“My stuff? My gizmos?”
“Ohhh,”
“so? You gonna tell me or no?” Miguel asked squeezing his hips as a warning
“okAhahHA! Ok ok I’ll tehehell you!!”
“good”
“I took it and hid it in the cafeteria, then somebody picked it up, they threw it away, and then I left,” Hobie said, Hobie stayed tense on part where he knew he messed up and he knows what will happen to him
“They threw it away?”
“…yea?”
“Oh my god” Miguel sighed,
“waitwaitwaitwaitWAITWAITWAIT WAIT!!” By then it was to late, Miguel was both squeezing his knees and tickling anywhere he could get his hands around.
“PLEAHAHAHAA!! PLE-AHHAHA!!” Hobie tried to wriggle out underneath him but Miguel had him tight.
“Apologize, now” Miguel demanded
“WHYHIHIHI THE FUHAHAHCK WOULD I DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHT”
“We could do this all day! My schedule is open for anything Hobert”
“DONT CAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAT!!” Hobie screamed, turning a bit red from the embarrassing name
“just say sorry man”
“OHOHOKAAY!! OHOHAHAKAY!! IM SORRY IM SOHOHARYY IM SAAHAORRY!!!” As quickly as those words left Hobies mouth the tickling stopped.
Hobie was left panting on my floor, as Miguel got off him and stood watching him catch his breath.
“yohohour fucking… ehevil!” Hobie said taking breaths in between words
“You’re fucking ticklish!” Miguel argued
Miguel may not have gotten his gizmo back but he definitely found a way to get Hobie back.
Alright that’s all boo boos!! Idk why it took so long but here’s your meal(*^ω^*)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
the comments are the perfect touch blue 😭 ahhh you are so creative. this is so perfect
The Love Lab presents:
Boyfriend is to Husband
pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader
summary: How would Miguel react if you did the “calling my bf my husband” trend? 🤔
content warning: It gets a little suggestive, but other than that, it’s fluff fluff fluff. There are short mentions of food, but nothing too crazy. The Miguel in here is also not Spiderman. Just a little guy.
credit for art and dividers: Me! and @kimjiho1 (plus another person for the gif divider, if this is yours, lmk!)
a/n: This will be apart of a series called The Trendy Couple! This is the first installment ☝🏾😌. I’m not sure how long the series will be, but right now it’s just based off of cute couple's trends. My fyp has suffered trying to do research for this…
word count: 2.2k
I use the word "buggy" in here. Buggy = shopping cart or trolley. I'm southern so buggy just rolls off the tongue. ❤︎ Plus, it sounds cute!
You and Miguel have been out since 8 am running errands and grabbing supplies to fill up the new apartment.
After a year of your dresser being full of his sweatpants and hoodies and his furniture hosting several of your blankets, his fridge being stocked of your favorite fruits and your shower caddy holding his body care, you both decided it was best to live together.
Towel sets, bed sheets, comforters, silverware, curtains. This was only the tip of what you and Miguel had managed to stuff inside the car.
After hitting five shops just that morning, you opted to stay in the car while Miguel went and handled a pickup order from the hardware store. It was getting closer to lunchtime and you didn’t want to become irritable because of the long lines.
To pass the time, you decided to scroll on TikTok, watching video after video, reacting to each accordingly.
First, it was chatty kitties begging for food. Then, it was edits of hot wrestlers. Next, it was ramen recipes to cook at 2am. There were even a couple of NPC lives even though the trend was nearly dying at this point.
Finally, you scrolled to a video hosting a girl and her boyfriend huddled together in a car over the console.
She’s leaned up against him, her smile beaming, “Today I’m going to be guessing my husband’s favorite things!”
“I’m not your husband,” are the words that shoot from her boyfriend’s mouth, fast as lightning. Cold. Unkind. Callous.
You watch as the girl’s smile drops and the video cuts, her laughing out of shock beforehand, evidence of her trying to stamp out her embarrassment.
You watch more as his grin widens and she gives him this awkward glance.
“Not yet,” he adds, seeing how quiet she was.
The video ends with her jumping at him playfully, trying to play the situation of.
“Jesus,” you sigh, mouth turned sideways as you pause the video and open up the comments. Thousands of people were telling her to dump him, others questioning why he would say what he said in the way that he did.
Your heart went out to the girl who clearly wanted to do a harmless joke that completely backfired.
You liked a comment about this being a possible red flag. Although he could have responded that way because he wasn’t ready for marriage, his response was so quick and distant that it was like he was disgusted at the possibility of being with her that long.
After working yourself up by scrolling through the comments, you decide to go even further by pressing the “calling my boyfriend ‘husband’” search at the top.
There were so many stitches to the original video with people giving their own thoughts about the situation. Some people were proclaimed dating coaches, others psychologists, and a few influencers.
You even see a follow up video from the original couple with the guy giving a shitty excuse as to why he was so quick in his response.
“Yeah right,” you mumble, watching the girl snicker at her boyfriend’s pouts. You agree with the comments that his response makes the original video even worse.
Still scrolling down, you find another video featuring a new couple.
They’re at a table eating donut holes out of a hat, and when the girl calls her boyfriend “husband”, the guy’s entire body lights up. He’s grinning, cheeks rosy, and can’t stop staring back at his girlfriend.
From there, you were able to see countless other couples with cute videos, all of the guys radiating at the word “husband.”
Biting your lip, you wondered how Miguel would react if you called him your husband.
You loved him with all of your heart and you were sure that he loved you. You guys are literally moving into an apartment together. But the thought of him being unsettled by you calling him your husband weighed on you.
Just as you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a knock near the trunk of the car startling you. Looking up in the rearview mirror, you see Miguel standing with a few bags and wood planks in his hands. You reach over and press a button to pop open the trunk.
“Got everything?” you ask, turning to watch as he drops items in the back.
“Yeah, I think so. Although there was almost a brawl over some potted plants,” he said. “Some older lady just came up to this guy and snatched his monsteras.”
“What?” you respond, watching as he closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's seat. “Out of his hands or the buggy?”
Miguel laughed, both recalling the scene and finding your terms adorable. “She just came up and snatched it out of the cart while he was waiting at the end of the line. She swore that she saw it first.”
You listened to him retell the story, hand under your chin as you leaned closer. He was cute, lilt in his voice to make an impression of the plant thief. Thinking to yourself that you liked this little moment of playfulness, you take your phone out to record.
Placing your phone in a case attached to the dashboard, you smile at the camera while Miguel’s still going.
“‘You youngins think the world owes you everything, and that’s just not the case!’ And the poor guy is standing there going ‘ma’am, I just want my plant back.’ He looked so distressed.”
“I would be too! A random lady just shopped from my buggy. It’s like, why are you this close to me to see what I’m trying to buy?”
Miguel turns the car on and buckles up. “It started to escalate when the lady’s friend came over. Then there were two shrill voices fussing at this guy.”
He started to back the car out of the parking spot, hand behind your seat and head turned towards the back window.
You slowly glanced at his arm, eyes tracing a vein up his shirt.
Too bad you were in a car right now or else you’d let his arm wrap around you elsewhere.
You tune back into his words, silently scolding yourself for letting something so simple get you to fold.
“Luckily, I was able to calm them both down. All it took was me showing them some dasheen leaves,” he said, driving the car closer to the exit of the parking lot.
You came to a conclusion. There was no better time than the present.
“Aw, look at my husband. Saving the day with his genius,” you say, hand reaching out to pat his chest.
Then you feel your body jerk to the right. The seat belt tightens as the car jerkingly swerves in between two parking spaces.
You stare in a panic at Miguel who puts the car in park and turns his entire body towards you.
“What did you just call me?” he asks, eyes searching yours, a little startled but mostly hopeful.
You decide to keep the charades going, “I was just praising my husband for stopping the creation of another Karen video. Why did you turn the car like that?” You’re still looking at him as if he has two heads.
“You just-!” Miguel takes your hands into his and places his forehead on his fists. “Baby, you know what you just said.”
You laugh, a little giddy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Miguel leans back against his seat and closes his eyes, reaching down to take his seatbelt off. His eyebrows scrunch up as he brings your hand to his chest, “Feel my heartbeat.”
Your mouth drops as you feel his heart rattling against his chest. He really wasn’t being dramatic.
“Baby look at me,” you grab his hands and hold them tight. “You did a good job today.”
His breath stopped, as he looked at you. His face was tinted from the whole fiasco.
“Husband.”
Miguel’s entire body slumped as he grinned wide. He nearly jumped over the console to sag his body onto yours.
His shoulders were shaking and you heard his laugh muffled by your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and make a face at the camera.
“What’s up, Mig?” you say, trying to get him to talk.
He mumbled into your clothes, shoulders still shaking.
“I can’t hear you, you gotta sit up.”
He sits up and sniffles, turning his head toward the backseat.
Looking at his profile you can see a few streaks down his face.
“Are you crying?” you ask, turning his face towards yours.
Miguel swipes his wrist across his cheeks, “Stop, this is extremely embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not! I promise it’s not,” you say, rubbing your thumb across his ear. “Talk to me.”
He chuckled, eyes looking down, “It just feels really good to know that you think of me that way. We don’t have to ever cross that line, but one day, if you would like, we can make that title true.”
“Is this a pre-proposal?” you ask, heartbeat in your ears. You went out on a limb to follow a trend, not knowing how it would end. Now you’re staring at Miguel’s flushed face with his heart pouring out into your lap.
“Maybe,” he whispered, grabbing your hands. “Possibly a promise for what could be.”
You bite your lip to hold back a grin, “Can I know what could be right now?”
“And expose my plans? Not a chance,” Miguel smirked. “Besides, a husband knows what’s best for his partner, right?”
“He does,” you quip, rubbing your hand in a circle on his chest. “He also apparently forgets that SUVs can flip very easily.”
“Lo siento, mi amor,” he says, looking sheepishly at the placement of the car. “Did I startle you?”
You just giggle at his concern and give him a quick peck on the mouth. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction.”
“How would you react if I casually called you forever mine? While driving!”
“Go 90 in a 70,” you joke. “Maybe pull over and do a little more than make out.” You rub your hand down his chest, and squeeze playfully at his pec.
Miguel stared back at you, body instantly reacting to the shift in conversation. “We can actually do that right now.”
He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You could taste the mint from the gum he had earlier, humming when he pushed further into your mouth.
He started to reach for your hips, ready to pull you over onto his lap.
Your stomach let out a loud grumble, making you jump.
“Ok, let’s try this again after we get you some food,” Miguel says, plastering kisses on your face.
The day moves on smoothly with Miguel not letting you out of his sight, hands itching to hold you in some way.
He also never lets the husband thing go.
As you’re ordering lunch, “One lemonade for my baby. And a water with lemon for me, the husband.”
As you stop in a clothing store at the mall for a small break, “These say boyfriend jeans. Do they have any husband jeans?”
As you’re trying to reach the top shelf to grab the last of your favorite detergent, “No, cariño. Let your husband get it for you.”
As you’re looking for throw pillows and towel sets for the apartment, “You think they have a couple’s set? I want something that says ‘Mr.’ on it.”
As you stop at a gift store, looking for something extra to give to the movers, “Look, this shirt says it’s made of ‘hubby material.’ Should I get it?”
This feeling is only amplified when you post his initial reaction online. The comments were full of people yearning to be in your predicament.
“If my boyfriend doesn’t crash the car when I call him husband, THROW HIM AWAY. 😒”
“Does he have a brother….asking for a friend”
“I needed this after the “I’m not your husband” he in LOVE”
“If your bf doesn’t cry at the thought of you, what are you doing”
“He was blushing HARRRRD 😭😭😭”
“So when’s the wedding? 🤨”
“He was literally cheesing and crying omg”
“Get you a man that stops the car to declare his love”
“What if I did a five mile marathon on i-55”
“He’s so in love with you that it’s palpable”
“He was ready do a lot more than make out 😭”
Miguel saw most things, a little embarrassed but mostly happy that so many people found him to be genuine.
You laid on his shoulder as he checked the comments, liking the funny ones as they passed by.
“Do you want to make a response video?” you say, liking a comment going ‘he’s a good man, Savannah.’
“No, I think this is enough,” he replies, handing the phone back to you. “Let me keep a little mystery. At least until I actually propose, of course.”
You looked at him with stars in your eyes.
“A mysterious husband. I kind of like the sound of that,” you say, wrapping your body around his side. “Maybe I can be nosy, find out his secrets.”
“I bet you would, cariño,” he voiced, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. “After, everything is planned and done.”
You laughed and snuggled closer, happy to be with him.
Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading! ❣️
Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.
I'm excited for the future of this series and I hope you guys are too. When I finish the series masterlist, I'll link it here. If you guys have any trends that you want me to include, then just let me know and I'll see what I can do!
- Lauro ♡