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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

OC spider look

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Information

Name-Skylar Swan

Hero Name-Spider-Neon

Spider-Poecilotheria metallica

Gender-Girl

Color Suit-Black and Blue

Hubby-Music,Roller Blades

Age-19

Personality-Calm,Friendly,Annoying

Best Friend-Elijah

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The spider

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Short story

Pov (Skylar)

Alright let's do this one last time yeah, my name Skylar Swan i was biting by radioactive and for last four years i was one and only Spider-Neon/Woman as i thought, i live with my mom and save people or fight a bad guy if i have free time i just go out with my friend elijah and go roller blades or just relax with my mom my life was pretty good until one day,

I met another spider person and his name is Miguel O'hara the my reaction was confuse and shock sametime, Miguel explain to me why his here on my universe and about canon he request for to join to help him fighting the canons and ofcourse i accept it beacuse i was scared if some canon accidently got in my universe and crash, i don't want that so yeah now i work at Spider Society in first day i meet lyla who is A.I made by Miguel and the next person i meet is jess shes very cool pregrent woman i ever met, since i work in Spider Society for 2 months all i do is complete the mission and wait for next mission or just have a lunch break, until theres a spider kid accidently got in Spider Society Miguel is very furious and thats were the fight start.

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Hi im 0eye0 im just a fan of spiderman i just watch the spiderverse and its so amazing i don't wanna be spoiler so i keep my mouth shut so guys can enjoy the movie and i made this story because i wanna share to guys pls don't copy my idea and im not sure if can continue this story i hope you guys understand that im not really good at making storys😅.

The only character i made is Skylar and Elijah i hope you guys enjoy the short story bye

Spider Twins OC

Girl Name:Kaithlin Amaryllis

Girl Nickname: kate

Boy Name"Nathaniel Amaryllis

Boy Nickname:Nate

Both Age:19

Kate likes:Techlonogy,Music

Nate likes:Arts,Sports

Both likes:Cook,Fighting crime togethere

Kate Personality:Chill,Friendly,Supportive

Nate Personality:Short temper,Trust issues,overprotective

Kate Hubby:Play instument

Nate Hubby:Ice Skating

Earth:2007

○°Kate and Nate Dimension°○

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{KAITHLIN Story}

Ok let's do this one last time My name is Kaithlin Amaryllis i was bitting by radioactive spider i was been Spider Woman for 2 years with my brother who is a SpiderMan and i love listen to the music or play instrument with my twin brother, i work at night club as a DJ and fighting villians with my twin brother and our parent died by accident they work togethere in Alchemax and were a both scientist, and one day there boss have a plan to make a machine for open the portal from other dimension and our parents didn't agreed about the idea of there boss, so they start making a plan to destroyed the machine and the day there boss about to start the machine but goodthing they destroyed it before it's too late and there were success to destroyed the machine but before they escape they been caught of there coworkers and bring them to there boss, and the boss dare theme to fix the machine but our parent keep saying so until there boss have enough of them and then killed both our parent and thats were me and my twin brother go adopt by our mothers brother Uncle Ryan.

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[NATHANIEL Story]

Ok so let's do this one last time ok? My name is Nathaniel Amaryllis i was bitting by radioactive spider and for last 2 years i was a one and only Spider Man except for my twin sister she was a woman, i work at my very own Art shop and i was Fighting villians or bad guys with my twin sister and i'm pretty sure you guys already know what happen to our parents, but even we don't have our parent anymore atleast we have our great Uncle Ryan he was the one who take care me and my twin sister when we was 6 years old.

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(FIRST MET MIGUEL Story)Author POV

It was a day when Kaithlin and Nathaniel was fighting a two villians who is different dimension Doctor Oct and Green Goblin as Kate and Nate keep fighting villians they saw a web come out of the portal and Kate and Nate were shock too see two males SpiderMan came out the portal and start fighting the villians and once they defeat the villian, the one big looking scary man who is name Miguel O'Hara and was he start to explain about how the villians got in Kate and Nate dimension and ask both theme to join the Spider Society and then Kate and Nate talk for a sec if they join or not, but they both accept to join the Spider Society and then they meet the other SpiderMan who is with Miguel and his name is Ben Reily or ScarletSpider.

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``Hey again i just got this idea and i just want to write it and i you guys read it if it was good story or not``

>Pls don't copy my idea story<

《thank you for reading the Story bye bye🤗》

>WARNING:Spider-Lily art is not mine<

Spider OC

{Information}

Name:Willow Wilson

Hero name:Spider-Lily

Gender:Female

Age:19

Earth-2197

Hobby:Gardening,Lego collection

Talent:Ballerina,Gymnastic,Ice skater,Parkour

{Strength/Abilities List}

Strength | Abilities

1.Flexible 1.Martial Arts

2.Fast reflex 2.Swordsman

3.Speed 3.Skilled Markman

4.Stamina 4.Web Swing

5.Super strength 5.Spider sense

{Weapons/Moblie}

>Pretend theres a two katana on the picture<

[Fanfact]

{The web is naturally made in side her body it only came out from her wirst like toby the first spiderman movie.}

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{Family Information}

Father:Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Mother:Vanessa Wilson/Secretly Spiderwoman

Sister:none

Brother:none

Grandpa:Micheal Wilson

Grandma:Passaway

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>WARNING:Someone death,blood,Suicide<

(Short Story)

(Eye POV)

Eye:Hey Willow its your turn to tell your story

Willow:Mm? oh yeah yeah sure

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(Willow POV)

Ok so its my turn to tell a story ok here we go my name is Willow Wilson i was born with my power it because of my parent, my mom was a hero know as Spiderwoman as for my dad he was a anti-hero even he was a hero he still save some people or just kill theme, and for me people know as Spider-Lily i was been 5 years i was only Spider person in this since my mom die by a accident it happens when my mom fight Green Goblin my mom made a cure to help the Green Goblin it was succes but, not for my mom she die my a bomb she use her body to shield Green Goblin body when the cure already inject in Green Goblins body, she die when i was 8 years as for my dad he was heartbroken forgotten about me that im still alive but he was to despert to die just he can bond with mom again, so my dad a machine to cancel powers he was happy when the machine work so my dad use and he was very happy he have no more power, as my dad slowly grab the gun he shoot in his head, i heard a gun in the basement as i go to the basement, once i got inside the basement i saw my dad lying on the floor as his blood slowly coming out to his head, i starting to cry as i call my Grandpa and the police, As the Year went by im 14 years old now i im now live with my Grandpa and one day when i was practicing my gymnastic skill i start to feel weird, i was taking a break and im drinking water once im done i was about to let go my bottle but i cant since its like stuck to my hand i was starting freaking out and i start to pack my things and go home, i reach home and start to telling my Grandpa what happen once he explain why its happening to me i was shock and scared but thankfully my Grandpa help and teach me how to fight or how to use a weapon i was staring getting better and starting help people, past 5 years i was 19 years old now i fight many villians and criminal and i work as a Spider-Lily for 5 years, i past early collage as i was sometimes join a competition and won a great prize and medal.

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(Eye POV)

Eye:Aaaannnddd done(pause the recorder) you did well Willow thank you for your story (hug willow)

Willow:(hug back)thank you and your welcome (smile)

Eye:(smile) you can rest now willow as i write this for you

Willow:oh nice thx(open the portal and turn around to me)see you next Eye

Eye:yeah see you later

Willow:(jump in the portal as it start to close)

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HUH!!!!!!

You guys think the story already end? Will you guys think wrong im still gonna tell you guys how Willow meet Miguel O'hara and Jess NOW lets start the story but im not the gonna tell you the story not Willo since on her break so yeah TO THE STORY.

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(Eye POV)

Its the day of Willow pratice her ice skate skill, Willow was practicing until. BOMB!!!!!!there was a like a earthquike her first though is help hide the other people who inside the gym once she hide the people from safe place, she hide in different spot to as she push the button from her ring and the suit slowly transform fully in Spider suit once she done transforming, she start to swing out the gym and start to search the villain but she dont sense the villain until got surprise attack, Willow and villain starting fighting until Willow got stuck the villain was about to hit Willow but theres a person hit the villian with there motorcycle im in shock to see the person who riding a motorcycle was actually a spider person as Willow trying escape until theres another spider person who help me escape but this one is taller.

Miguel:here let me help you(help Willow to escape)

Willow:(blush)oh thx(nervous)

Miguel:Come on help us catch the villian(swing away)

Willow:Ok(swing and follow the spider person)

Willow and the other two spider person trying to catch the villain as minute later they success catch the villian as for the two spider person they introduce thereself to Willow and start explain how the villain got in Willow dimension

Jess:Hey kid nice to meet im Spiderwoman but my real name is Jessica Drew but you can call me jess for short(smile)and this is Miguel O"Hara his a Spiderman

Willow:Oh a nice to meet you two im Spider-Lily and my realname is Willow Wilson(smile back at Jess)but can i ask you for a sec

Jess:Sure ask away kid(waiting for the question)

Willow:oh ok alright first question why that villian look different and how you guys got in here?

Jess:Will kid me and Miguel have this device to open a portal so we can go in different dimension and reason why it because there some villains got accidently got teleport in different so me and other Spider catch this villains and put theme back in there right dimension

Willow:(shock) oh wait wait you telling me theres other spider person who work like you guys?!

Jess:(smile)yep and Miguel is actually the leader and the one who made the machine called Gizmo (poiting the gizmo where is wrap around there wrist)

Willow:(gasp)can i have one too?(excidite)

Jess:(turn around and look at miguel if she gonna give Willow a gizmo too)

Miguel:(give a sign to Jess to give Willow gizmo since he saw how Willow fighting the villian)

Jess:(smirk and turn back at Willow)sure here you go kid(throw the gizmo to Willow)welcome to the team(smile)

Willow:(catch the gizmo as Willow wear the gizmo jn excitement)YEY THANK YOU THANK YOU(jumping happily)

Miguel:(wrapping the villain in web so it cant not to excape and open the portal turn around to Willow and Jess)come on we already catch villian lets bring him back to his dimension(jump in the portal)

Jess:Come on kid lets go(start the motorcycle and run towards the portal)

Willow:oh ok(nervous and slowly walk towards the portal)alright Willow juust jump in the portal and you gonna meet many spider person(take a deep breath and jump on the portal as Willow got in the portal the portal close)

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Hey guys so thats the end of story i hope you guys enjoy this story and im really happy to finish my story so yeah thats all and see you guys in my next post byeeeee.........

>WARNING:plsssss dont copy my story idea<

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Willow Clothes for Ballerina,Gymnastic,Ice skate

Ballerina♤

Gymnastic♡

Ice Skate◇

Parkour♧

reader asking forcing. loser!miguel to tell her his desired fantasy and since she’s feeling a bit nice that day she decides she’ll indulge it for him <3 (i feel like he’d so be into roleplay hehe ><)

nonnie ur brain.. hold on.

cw: fem/dom reader, sub!miguel <3, slight mentions of shoe play, talks of punishment and like SLIGHT exhibitionism, miguel being a simp bit what’s new, a kiss 🤭, on da sweeter side, and as per usual: definitely not proof read lol enjoy 💋

a/n: i went tame for this but suggest what role play ideas u have bc miguel is DEFINITELY into that. like imagine him acting as readers maid.. in the maid outfit.. omfg.

“miguel?”

“ah! y-yes?” he answers between a moan. you’re currently sitting on your bed, miguel sitting upright facing you on your floor as you trail your heeled foot up his crotch.

“tell me something,” you start, cocking your head sideways and leaning forward to look at him a little closer. as you lean forwards your breasts spill over the the corset top you have on. you begin to use more friction with your foot, and his moans become more feverish. “what’s your fantasy? entertain me, i’m in a good mood tonight.”

and a good mood it was, you stumbled into your dorm at around 2 in the morning, miguel waiting patiently for you outside your door, kneeling in the empty hall just like you asked, when you texted him rather drunkenly from the club that you wanted to play with him.

miguel’s face flushes, his chocolate brown eyes hiding behind his glasses. “i- ah.. f-fuck. i don’t know..” he trails off, bucking lightly into your red bottom.

“you have one more time to lie to me before this turns into a ball busting session, dweeb,” you spit, halting your teasing and looking at him intensely. you can visually see him fold under your stare. “w-well..”

“go on,” you encourage, slowly starting your teasing with your heel back up.

“i’ve always wanted to- ah! to take someone on a dinner, all fancy. a-and in the middle of the restaurant, she starts to..” he halts, his lips tightening and his face going red.

“i said go on, miguel,” you say nonchalantly, but your heel applying pressure to miguel’s crotch. he lets out a sharp shudder and a string of curses under his breath, and then resumes.

“what we’re doing now.. tease me all dinner, and th-then punish me in the restroom for getting excited..” he sighs out, the pain and shame sending waves of pleasure to his pulsating clothed cock.

“yeah? punish you how? tell your mistress what you want,” he looks at you and moans, your foot increasing its speed and pressure.

“you- you’d make me beg to cum. i- i’d beg you to- fuck. to let me touch you. let me ache to please you, to serve you mistress,” he spill out from his lips, his eyes heavy and breathing shallow from your pleasuring.

“you really are pathetic miguel,” you laugh out. you stop teasing him and stand up, watching him look up at you from his place on the floor. you slowly saunter over to him and step each foot on either side of his legs, lowering yourself down until you’re sat on his lap, directly over his erection. you grab his hair and pull his head back, hovering your lips over his own. “but you know what?” you whisper, looking at his red face and tousled hair. “i like it.”

you go in for a kiss, your lipstick transferring to miguel’s perfectly shaped lips as you kiss him sensually. you pull apart from the kiss and look at him once more, him sitting there utterly dazed and confused, this being your first kiss. you get up and walk to sit back on your bed, looking straight at him, a small wet patch staining his pants. “get out of my room.”

he doesn’t hear from you until the following evening, a text message from you reading:

philemon at 8pm sharp. take a fucking shower and wear something other than hand me downs tonight.

ok but can we get some nerd!Miguel fluff? Like reader being nice to him after throwing him around like a ragdoll and making him pleasure her one very way possible :(((

Cuddling and kissing him, leaving your lipstick prints all over his face as he stares at you like a little kid in a LEGO isle? :33

okay but taking miguel shopping bc he’s just been so good and he’s been working so hard at school for u and he doesn’t even want to get anything for himself at first :(((

and u have to tell him he deserves it with a reassuring kiss on the cheek!! and when u try to wipe the stain your lipstick left on his cheek away he tells u to leave it, walking around the mall with a bright red kiss mark on his face he’s so adorbz

the only thing he gets is a lego star wars set, and he just wants the two of you to build together the mini model of the millennium falcon while the tells u all the star wars lore, while showing you his merchandise collection and puttin on the movie for the two of u to watch while u build the ship 😔

dni i need a miguel in my life

Yandere Miguel O’Hara Headcanons

a/n: there are two routes platonic and romantic, which will be bolded and colour-coded like this, please forgive my spanish i am breaking out my high school spanish classes.

tw: yandere themes, possessive, obsessive, and controlling behaviour, potential spoilers, suggestive themes (romantic route), captivity, canonical inaccuracies, implied neglect (platonic route)

•Becoming the hero Arachnid wasn’t something you ever planned on happening. You were just going about your regular, every day life when a radioactive spider bit you. The spider that bit you gave you amazing powers that you utilized to become the amazing, the one and only friendly neighbourhood Arachnid! Then, you were suddenly pulled into another dimension that was almost exactly like yours and discovered that you weren’t the only one of well you after all.

•You, alongside other spider-themed heroes, joined forces against Kingpin in order to return to your home dimensions. However, that wasn’t your last adventure with the multiverse. Your next encounter would occur a few months after your first misadventure. Having finished fighting the Green Goblin, you were ready to end the night there. Then, a portal similar to the one that brought you to Miles’ dimension opened up. Out came a tall, well-muscled Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman

•They introduced themselves as Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew and informed of the Spider society they’d formed. You were offered membership by them. Well, by Jessica. Miguel was staying silent. You don’t know why, but you felt as though he was watching you. He was, of course, he was right in front of you, but this felt eerie. Your senses were telling you something was wrong but Jessica was so nice and you really were excited and honoured to be given such an opportunity. So, you take it.

Romantic Route:

•Miguel stared at you intently. He’d been watching you for a while now, observing. You resemblance was uncanny— you looked exactly like his spouse. Not his spouse exactly, but the one the other had. You looked like the partner that Miguel had grown to love alongside his daughter. A variant of them. Although he was initially against you joining, it would be easier to watch you— look out for you if you joined the lobby.

•After your acceptance, Miguel tasked Jessica with guiding you around the lobby. He didn’t trust anyone else and he couldn’t bare to do it himself. He couldn’t handle himself around you. It wasn’t just your appearance that was uncanny, it was everything. You mannerisms, habits, likes, interests, everything. How Miguel yearned for you. Yearned to feel your touch, your kiss. Yearned for the happiness he once knew.

•But that would break the canon, wouldn’t it? The memories of his world, his family fading from existence because he broke the canon. He couldn’t let that happen again. So, he behaved coldly towards you. But as Miguel continued to watch you and interact with you, he started to doubt. You were a variant of his partner, but your dimension didn’t have a variant of Miguel O’Hara. Perhaps, he rationalized, this was canon. Your fates were meant to be intertwined. He needed you and you needed him. That was canon.

•Miguel strikes when you least expect. Spends weeks carefully planning. He stalks you, memorizes your routine to a point. He assigns you a mission, not overly-difficult but not easy. Something to tire you out. With your senses dulled and the weariness from the fight left you susceptible to his attack. Quickly, stealthily and by surprise, he subdued you. His sharp fangs biting into the tender skin of your neck, paralyzing you.

•When you come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Yet there are familiar objects lying around; trinkets and photos that had disappeared. Your spidey-senses were going off the rails and that’s when he came.

“Miguel?”

•He tells you you’re here for your safety and for the safety of your dimension. Swears you’re meant to be with him, that it’s canon. Warns you of the consequences if you break the canon. You stare at him, intaking his audacity. Then, you shriek at him. Call him out on his absolute bull. Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He ignores your screeching and leaves. Obviously, you’re still in shock. You’ll come around.

•Almost a month later, lo and behold, you still haven’t come around to being pliant with your captor. Miguel is a man of many things, but patience is not one. He is so very tired, having to deal with Lyla’s teasing and the other Spider’s bullshit. Is it too much to ask to come home to his loving spouse? Just like he used to.

•Apparently, it is. Seeing as you aren’t his spouse, but someone he locked up, you scream at him. Unholy screeches whenever you see him. Today, Miguel’s had enough. Large hands wrap around you and slam you against the headboard of the bed you’re chained too.

“Enough.” He hisses. “¡Mierda! I won’t hear it. ¿Me entienden? You stay here. If the safety of the multiverse won’t convince then maybe the safety of your aunt will.”

•The moment the vague threat passes over you freeze entirely. You’ve lost almost everyone, everyone but her. Carefully, you suck in air. Large tears brim at the edges of your eyes. as you look Miguel directly in the eyes. His eyes, dark and dangerous, bore back into yours.

“Please Miguel,” you whisper. “I’ll stay. I’m sorry. Don’t hurt her.”

•Miguel softens at your submission. However, he still doesn’t trust you. He pulls himself off you and stalks out, leaving you laying on the bed, dazed. From that day forewords, you become more compliant. You listen to Miguel and don’t fight him. Miguel knows that he can’t keep you locked away forever. People were asking questions. With your ‘good’ behaviour, you’ll be granted more privileges. More freedom, if that’s what you can call it. You’ll never truly be free, trapped under Miguel’s watchful eyes. But you’re able to go into the lobby again. To talk with people, even if you do so bearing Miguel’s marks. You know you can’t escape him, not when he could take away the little you had left, not when he would hunt you down through every universe. For now, you know you can’t escape Miguel’s grip.

Platonic Route:

•When Miguel saw you for the first time, he felt the world stop around him. It was as though there was nobody else but you and him. You, who was the only variant of his dead child that wasn’t truly his. He watched as you swung around, mocking villains and making clever quips. Miguel’s heart ached for you, for himself, for his dead daughter and child. As he watched you, memories of holding his child as they died because of him resurface. Once more, does Miguel feel the bitter sting of grief and loss.

•Oh, how Miguel desires to hold you, to cradle you close and never let go. But he can’t, he won’t. You’re not his child. You’re not the child he failed to protect. No, you’re a child he can protect. Thus, his decision to allow you to join the spider-society, if only to watch over you and protect you. Your family clearly isn’t doing a good job at it. Miguel spends more time than necessary looking after you. Not that he meant to, of course. You were just so vulnerable. You needed guidance. You may have been s superhero but you were also a child.

•Under Miguel’s guidance you thrive. He teaches you proper fighting techniques, improves your web-shooters and other tech you have and acts as the father figure you need. His teaching method is firm yet gentle. Miguel remains stern, however, everyone notices how soft he is with you. Life is good in the lobby. To be honest, sometimes you consider staying forever. Or more accurately, Miguel implies you should.

•Yes, he was originally not going to interfere. But it was you who made the decision to stay, so obviously that meant something. And Miguel wouldn’t lie, whenever you returned to your Earth to fulfill your duties as Arachnid, he could barely think he was so worried. Every villain encounter, every scrape and bruise is another chance to fail to protect his child. Miguel gets more desperate over time. Your time in the lobby is almost exclusively spent with him. Every mission is with him, every meal is with him, almost every moment is spent by Miguel’s side. And honestly? You’re starting to get s little sick of it.

•Not that you were complaining. You’re so grateful for the opportunities Miguel gave you, but he’s so overbearing. Maybe it’s normal, you rationalize, you’re family isn’t very close. Besides, you’ve seen Peter B. Parker with Mayday. Even Miguel isn’t that clingy. Your senses are blaring danger and to get away, but your yearning for love and affection suppress them. You continue to push down your instincts until you can’t. Until you decide to listen to your doubts— only to prove them wrong, of course. However, just your luck, your instincts are proven correct. You discover a goddamn tracker implanted in your arm.

•Finally, everything clicks. Everything Miguel does? Not normal! Just creepy, especially this. Thus, you decide to leave. You dig out your tracker and stitch the wound back up. You leave the tracker where you know Miguel will find it and leave, discarding your portal bracelet. You return to your Earth for the final time, intent on never leaving again.

•When Miguel returns to find your tracker and no trace of you, he goes ballistic. You left, he can’t protect you. You’ll get hurt, you’ll die. Miguel can’t risk losing you. He travels to your Earth in search of you. There, he tracks you down to find you losing badly against the Green Goblin. You’re clutch your ribs, bruised and bloody. The moment he sees you like this, Miguel enters a blazing fury. He attacks the Goblin viciously, pounding him until a sickening crunch is heard and the Goblin’s neck snaps. You collapse, from your injuries and the shock of witnessing Miguel kill the Goblin.

•Your chest seizes, hyperventilating. You can hear your heart beat racing as Miguel turns to you. He watches you panic and slowly paces towards you. You attempt to scoot away, but you can barely move. Miguel’s mask is off. You can see his eyes being filled with the same eerie softness as the day you met. Carefully, he leans down and large hands grasp onto you. You struggle as best you can, squirming despite the pain.

“¡Ay! Cariño.” He admonishes gently. “Be still, you’ll hurt yourself.”

•Regardless of his orders, you continue to squirm. Sighing, Miguel extended his fangs and bit down on your neck. Paralyzed, you fall limp in his arms. Carefully, he maneuvers you so to not hurt you. He cradles you to his chest as he inspects you over.

“We’ll get you checked out when we go to your new room. ¿Estàts bien?”

•Unable to do anything, you lay helpless in Miguel’s arms as he takes you to your new fancy prison cell— or room as he calls it. From there, you’ll be safe. Somewhere only Miguel knows, a place he can be certain he can protect you. Yes, you’ll stay locked away in your gilded cage, guarded by Miguel. Safe from the world, from every threat but him.

Mami

Prompt: Miguel calling you a pet name for the first time

Miguel opened the door with a turn of a key you'd gifted him. Unlike his apartment, yours was filled with a warmth he had missed after losing his family. Miguel had missed the feeling of belonging, and you had given it to him.

Instead of you coming out to embrace him with hugs and kisses, as usual. Instead, he was welcomed by the sound of soft singing and the sizzling of oil.

Silently, Miguel walks toward the kitchen, watching your hips smoothly sway as you stand in front of your stove frying food. A small smile stretches on Miguel's lips, happy to see you after his long day of capturing anomalies.

Sneaking up behind you, he can hear you softly singing Light Shower with a tender smile blossoming on your face.

"But you made me want to plan out my last days on earth eating you..." The feeling of arms wrapped around your waist causes you to abruptly stop singing. Looking back at the shell submerged in the boiling oil checking it before turning in the arms of the man behind you. "Well, hello handsome."

"Mh," A content hum escapes Miguel's mouth as he looks down at you, utterly lovestruck by you. "Why'd you stop singing, mami?"

"Well, because- wait, what?"

"I asked why you stopped singing."

"Yeah, but. Uh, you called me mami."

"Did you not want me to?" Concern laced his voice, eyebrows furrowed, worried he made you uncomfortable.

You look at Miguel in surprise, immediately reaching your hands up to cup his cheeks. Rubbing your thumbs along his tan skin. "I like it." Standing on your tippy toes, you leaned up to pepper kisses along his face. "It just surprised me is all."

"Alright, mami." He kisses your lips softly, smiles taking over your faces.

The sound of your sope shells boiling in the oil causes you to rip away from your boyfriend and turn to the stove. You fish the shell out of the oil with tongs, revealing a dark brown shell.

"Son of a-" Before you're able to finish, Miguel plants his lips upon yours, successfully calming you down.

Pulling away, Miguel takes the tongs from your hand. "I'll take it from here, amor."

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warning: Mentions of sunburn, Miguel being a helpful boyfriend, soft Miguel, weird ending (idk how to end stories)

A/n: So I went to the beach and got severely sunburnt, and I am in pain as I write this. So, I'm writing this from my experience and indulging myself. I'm out of ideas now.

Caring

When you left the house to go with friends to the beach, Miguel was only concerned with you getting hit on while he wasn't around. The bikini you wore to achieve your tan was sure to attract attention.

He didn't expect you to come home a completely different shade and hissing in pain.

Instead of rushing to hug him like usual, you stood at the door, trying not to move. Miguel stares at you, concerned, as he takes the red tint to the skin surrounding your nose and cheeks.

"You alright?" Miguel takes the bag off your shoulder, watching you groan. "Too much sun."

"Way too much." You look up at him. "We were out there for like 8 hours. I think I got sun sickness."

Miguel smiles at you, moving you both toward the bathroom. "But you had fun, right?"

"A lot. I didn't want to get in the ocean, but Bee dragged me in." You let out a sigh that hurt from the seawater you'd accidentally consumed earlier.

With your boyfriend's help, you take the t-shirt dropped over your torso off, the feeling of the material so uncomfortable you stop breathing to help the pain.

Miguel's eyes widened at how red your entire back and chest were. It's times like this, he was pleased he had faster healing. It looked painful; the abnormal shade of your skin made him cringe. He could only imagine what you felt like. Gently, he places a hand on your shoulder, feeling the heat that remains under the skin.

Your shoulders reminded him of a heating pad.

"Come on, amor. Let's get you in that shower." Miguel helps you take off your shorts and bikini as gently as possible before making you go to the shower.

He turns on the shower inside, ensuring the water is cold to battle the heat lingering under your skin. Reaching up, Miguel puts the nozzle on the softest setting while holding it over your shoulders and back. A hum of relief escapes your throat as the cold water washes down your body.

"Thank you, Miggy." An exhausted smile takes over your lips, enjoying the tender loving Miguel offers, and you take it without hesitation. It always made your heart soar when he took care of you when you could not do it yourself. "I appreciate you beyond words."

"It's what I'm here for." A loving smile graces his face as he stares at your content expression. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something?"

Opening your eyes, you nod your head. "Can I have a sandwich or something?"

Miguel hums and hands you the shower nozzle. "Mhm. I'll see you out there, yeah" Receiving a small 'yeah' back in response, Miguel leaves the bathroom, letting you finish your shower.

Staying in the bathroom, rinsing your body with the ice cold water until the hunger and exhaustion of your day start eating at you. Turning off the water and soon stepping out of the tub, you dab yourself with the soft towel, not wanting to aggravate your burning skin. Quietly walking to your and Miguel's shared bedroom, you grab a pair of loose boxers and roam shirtless.

It hurt too much to have a shirt over your sick skin.

Peering out of the bedroom, you spot Miguel slowly making the sandwiches. A tired smile makes it to your lips as you creep up behind the mountain of a man.

It's times like this; you're glad he lacks the famous spidey sense.

Behind your boyfriend, you softly place your hands on his hips, lazily linking your arms around him, embracing your love.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

An airy laugh escapes Miguel, and he peeks over his shoulder, seeing your half-lidded eyes staring straight at him. "I'll do it anytime. Now, cielo, why are you basically naked?"

"Don't act like you don't enjoy the view." You place a kiss in the middle of his back. "The shirt's material hurts, so we go nakey until further notice."

"Maybe you should get sunburnt more often." Miguel turns around and smiles down at your fatigued and red face.

"Har har." You position your hands behind him and lay him on his butt, giving him a squeeze. "Only if I get to enjoy the view too."

"You're such a dork."

I MADE A FANFIC FOR MIGUEL O'HARA ON WATTPAD CALLED

It's number one on miguelo'hara hastag so yall dont really have to like copy and paste the funny font

RED WINE? ㅡ ✮

MY WATTPAD IS LEVISBUTTCHEECKS

༊*·˚ ice-cream land (masterlist)

༊*·˚ into/across the spiderverse:

Miguel O'Hara:

༊*·˚Dangerous Intentions (drabble)

༊*·˚Imagine with Olivia Rodrigo's new single 'vampire'

Hobie Brown:

༊*·˚It's The Thought That Counts.

Don't have any other works at the moment.

༊*·˚Love, Nany<3

miguel definitely follows your face and eyes when he’s fucking you. “look at me, mama.” n you’re trying, you rlly are, but he’s bullied his way into your pretty little pussy and he’s going feral so when you obviously can’t keep eye contact he makes you keep eye contact. follows your eyes and says “i know, mama, i know. this dick feels good, doesn’t it?”

Something that always makes me cringe without fail is when authors on here write a Hispanic reader but with the most basic google translate sentences. I’m a no sabo kid, born and raised in a mixed white-Mexican household. A little part of me DIES when inaccurate stereotypes of Hispanic/latin people are portrayed and inaccurate representation of the language and the vernacular of our language. I don’t mind if people want to write for Hispanic readers - please feel free! but do not consult just google translate for help or have a character randomly insert Spanish into a completely English conversation - it’s lazy and poor writing. Please just review and put effort and research into your writing if you are writing about a culture or group that is not yours.

Furthermore - the fetishization of the Spanish language is horrible and I wish people would stop. Stop writing things like “he was so overcome with pleasure he slipped into his native tongue”. Most people who are experienced or just know about sexual pleasure know that when it over takes you - unless you are inarticulate in the language you were speaking before hand(most cases English) you are not likely to “slip into your native tongue” just from pleasure. Maybe in some cases - however still not that often. I’m glad that characters such as Miguel from ATSV are bringing more representation and diversity into the fandom but please know the boundaries for your smut before you start typing something like that. Because I know for me, nothing makes me exit off of a fic faster than seeing something like that especially when it’s of my own culture and my parents native language.

Something that always makes me cringe without fail is when authors on here write a Hispanic reader but with the most basic google translate sentences. I’m a no sabo kid, born and raised in a mixed white-Mexican household. A little part of me DIES when inaccurate stereotypes of Hispanic/latin people are portrayed and inaccurate representation of the language and the vernacular of our language. I don’t mind if people want to write for Hispanic readers - please feel free! but do not consult just google translate for help or have a character randomly insert Spanish into a completely English conversation - it’s lazy and poor writing. Please just review and put effort and research into your writing if you are writing about a culture or group that is not yours.

Would y'all want any Miguel O’hara Fics or JJk Fics? Like I have some stuff for Gojo, and I have so much Miguel O’hara. Also Bakugo too… Or I could also do other people just request!!

꧁♡Intro post!♡꧂

hello! My name 𝓐𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷 ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ

Haven’t wrote fanfics in a while so might be a little rusty-

DO’s

Character x reader

smut/nsfw

Light angst

fluff

head-canons

female and Gn! Reader

DONT’s

character x character

more than 4 parts

Full angst

Yandere stuff (yet)

Male! reader (yet)

Fandoms I write for!

TMNT: Rise, Bayverse, and 2012

trolls: band together

ASTV

Hazbin Hotel

The Black Phone

Don’t really know what else to put- any request lemme know :3

꧁MASTERLIST꧂

A/N: decided to do a master list cause why not-

‼️ UPDATED REGULARLY ‼️

TMNT: Rise, Bayverse, 2012

Donatello:

Bay Donnie with a fem artist reader

Raphael:

Bay Raph with a chubby fem reader

Leonardo:

Nothing here yet…

Michelangelo:

Nothing here yet…

♡

TROLLS: Band Together ‼️NO LONGER WRITING FOR‼️

S Bruce:

Nothing here yet…

Clay:

Nothing here yet…

Floyd:

Nothing here yet…

John Dory/JD:

Nothing here yet…

Branch:

Nothing here yet…

Velvet:

Making out One Shot (Fem reader)

NSFW Headcanons (AGED UP🔞)

First Kiss One Shot (Fem reader)

Dating Headcanons (GN reader)

Veneer:

Dating Headcanons (GN reader)

NSFW Headcanons (AGED UP🔞)

♡

ASTV

Miguel O’Hara:

Nothing here yet…

Miles Morales (1610 and 42):

Nothing here yet…

Hobie Brown:

Nothing here yet…

Pavitr Prabhakar:

Nothing here yet…

Peter B Parker:

Nothing here yet…

Spider-Noir:

Nothing here yet…

♡

HAZBIN HOTEL:

Adam:

Nothing here yet…

Lucifer:

Nothing here yet…

Alastor:

Nothing here yet…

Angel Dust:

Nothing here yet…

Husk:

Nothing here yet…

Vox:

Nothing here yet…

Velvette:

Nothing here yet…

Valentino:

Nothing here yet…

Lute:

Nothing here yet…

♡

The Black Phone:

Finney Blake:

Nothing here yet…

Robin Arellano:

Nothing here yet…

Vance Hopper:

Nothing here yet…

Billy Showalter:

Nothing here yet…

Bruce Yamada:

Nothing here yet…

꧁❦☠︎︎❦꧂

WOWWEEEEE IM POSTING OMG-

lol uhh sorry I’ve been gone I’ve just been really tired and idk- I promise I’ll post more soon

-Aspen out!

This is so cute, them running in circles, screaming

Ok hear me out, with the teeny tiny AI reader story what is she meets another more sentient AI another spider has and they two are so curious about each other it looks like a pair of dolls having a tea party as they talk about their experiences of being, and being able to relate to each other in a way that nobody else could. She still has her crush with Miguel of course, he’s her number 1 always but she’s curious about meeting another like her, it’s another first for her. And ya girl is eager to know EVERYTHING she can.

Miguel is absolutely 100% not jealous Peter shut up. He’s just… keeping an eye on her. She has an important job to do and there can’t be any long time distractions, that’s why he picks her up by the back of her clothes like a kitten in the middle of conversation. No it wasn’t a cry for attention when he let Lego Spider-Man sit on his shoulder again just to see if that would get her to stop touching the other AI’s form. And it definitely wasn’t on purpose that the other AI’s Spider-Man had to go on a lot more missions to take them on either. Especially after mayday wanted to play house with them. Nope not him. Never.

cws for gn reader.

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“You’re glowering.”

“I’m working.”

“I can smell your anger. It’s tangy.” Miguel cuts his eyes at Peter, a persistent, dull throb at his temples as he slowly breathes out through his nose. “Y’know…” He starts in that tone, that tone that means that Peter thinks he’s got you all figured out. “Jealousy is bad for your cholesterol.”

“I’m not jealous about some android.” The accusation was absurd. Miguel didn’t care if you were getting chummy with someone’s poorly made, middle school project, that was your prerogative. What Miguel did care about was that you weren’t doing your job, but rather poking and prodding at the android in front of you, a million questions flying from your mouth.

He had let you have your fun at first — Jessica Drew had recruited yet another spider, and this one just happened to have an AI of their own that tagged along with them, and you had been on them ever since. Asking questions about their hardware, their functions, if their Spider-man was as grumpy as the one you worked for. But hours had passed, and the sun outside had set long ago, and you were still talking with them.

The both of you were sat on the edge of Miguel’s desk, legs swinging as you talked back and forth, one of you occasionally reaching over to poke at this, pull at that, and marvel at something.

“Really? Cause you look jealous.” Peter says as he struggles to keep Mayday contained, the toddler not content to sit on her father’s shoulders and observe the miniature figures that probably looked an awful lot like her dolls back at home in her eyes. “You’ve got the steam coming out of your ears and everything, my man.”

Deciding that ignoring Peter was the best way to shut him up, Miguel leaves him to wrestle with his kid as he walks over to the two of you, lips set in a thin line as he looks down.

“Miguel!” You smile as you turn to him, but it quickly drops when you realize he’s come over to put a stop to the conversation. “Five more minutes?”

“You asked me that an hour ago, no.” You grumble and huff, arms crossing over your chest as it’s your turn to glower. “You have work to do.”

“But—!” Two fingers pinch at the back of your shirt and lift you up, and your legs wildly kick as he begins to walk with you out of the room. “Miguel! You’re so rude, Miguel! I didn’t even get to say bye!”

“Adiós. There, I said it for you.”

-

“Does this mean I’m unbanned from your shoulder now?” Lego Spider-man says as he perches himself on Miguel’s shoulder.

“Temporarily.” Miguel watches you out of the corner of his eye, waiting to see if you’d react after seeing “your” spot taken once again. You glance over, lips pursing and eyes narrowing, and Miguel puffs up, squares his shoulders and lifts his chin, but then that android is tapping at your cheek (they’re awfully touchy) and your attention is back on them.

It’s been like this for days now. You finish your work in record timing, and then seek out the android and spend the entire day talking with them. It’s harmless chatter, conversations never leaving the box of ‘friendly’, but it still grinds Miguel’s gears nonetheless. He could understand the initial fascination, somewhat. You had seen other androids before in this world, your kind wasn’t a rarity, and you were built pretty similarly to androids from other worlds, too. So what was your fascination with this particular one?

He couldn’t understand it, and he didn’t want to, that’s why he raised his wrist up to his mouth and spoke in low tones to his watch. A few minutes later and the android’s Spider-man was walking into the room, and Miguel pretended not to be bothered by your crestfallen face when your little friend is whisked away to assist on a mission.

You pout the rest of the day, letting out dejected sighs every now and then as you take it upon yourself to start on Miguel’s mountain of paperwork, not even caring of where Lego Spider-man is still sitting. Eventually he too has to go, leaving the two of you in the room, and Miguel runs his tongue along the back of his teeth as he takes a seat in his chair, one hand resting on the top of the pile as you went to grab another one.

You look up at him, sad expression weighing heavy on his heart for some odd reason, and he does his best to push that feeling away. “Let’s take a break—we can go for a walk outside.”

You usually jump at the opportunity to get outside, never really going out much, but you shake your head this time, lips downturning and eyebrows furrowing as you sigh. “I don’t feel like going out today.” He hides his face of disappointment well.

“Then we won’t.” He removes his hand from the pile, grabbing a report as he does, and holds his hand out instinct. You’d usually place his pen in it, then chide him for relying on you for the smallest things, but you’re still moping, not paying him any attention, and Miguel thinks that maybe Peter hadn’t been talking out of his ass when he called him jealous.

Miguel had nearly forgotten what it felt like, this all consuming emotion—the uncomfortable itch under his skin, the bitter feeling stewing in his gut, the ache in his chest.

Miguel grabs his own pen, sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, but before he can start making marks on the paper, you’re shoes are walking over the words as you place yourself in his line of sight.

“Miguel?” Your hands clasp together in front of you, and he makes a low noise, a sign for you to continue. “Do you not like them? The other android?”

He blinks, “what makes you think that?”

“You’ve been angry recently…more so than usual.” Your eyes flit between his and the surface of the table. “If . . . if you don’t like them, then I’ll stop being friends with them. I don’t want to upset you, Miguel.”

He clicks the button on the pen, teeth sinking into his tongue as he curses himself for being so obvious with his unwarranted dislike of the android—because it was unwarranted, Miguel wasn’t delusional enough to think that he had valid reason for disliking them.

“Don’t do that on my account.” He settles for. “You’re free to be friends with whoever you want to be friends with.”

“But I don’t want to upset you!”

“I’m not upset.”

“You are!”

“I’m not.” He snaps, eyes narrowing and fangs flashing for a split second. You give him a bland look and gesture to his face.

“You are.” He clicks the button on the pen again, just to find that he’s mashed it all the way down inside, rendering it unusable. “I won’t talk to them again.”

“Yes, you will.”

“You can’t make me talk to them, Miguel. I refuse to! You—put me down!” He grips you by the back of your shirt, your hands reaching up to deliver incredibly soft blows to his fingers. “Where are you taking me?”

“Incinerator.”

“What!?”

~

“There.”

Miguel plops you down on the table in the middle of the dining room, nudging you with a finger in the direction of the other android who was excitedly bouncing in their spot. Tuh.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, obstinately turning your head away from them, and the other android’s excitement turns into confusion. They call your name, and you make a show of turning your back to them, their look of confusion turning to one of hurt. Yeah, been there, buddy.

Miguel calls your name next, and you blink up at him and extend your hands up, assuming he had wanted to pick you up. “Talk to them.”

“No.”

Miguel twists his lips, and then a hand is extending a Spider-man themed glass, soda cup towards him. He looks over to the other Spider-man, eyebrow arched as he takes the cup. He makes a motion, and Miguel snorts in amusement before shrugging.

“Why are you making that fa—” Your voice mutes when Miguel places the cup over you, and he watches as you point your finger up at him, angry shouts likely leaving you. The other android is pushed over to the cup, and Miguel lifts it to allow them to be pushed in, catching the end of your angry “—hate you, you big tyrant!” before the sound is cut off again.

“Yours is a little . . . feisty.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” Miguel crosses his arms over his chest, watching as you keep walking away from the other android as they try to speak to you, until eventually it turns into you two running around in circles, large smiles on your faces.

The sight of you happy replaces that dark, grimy feeling that had been building inside him with something lighter, warmer, sweeter.

Atsv characters reaction to you calling them baby girl

A/n: Just silly little headcannons because this prompt has been living in my head rent free, also I’m adding Atsv to my writing list so feel to request headcannons. Pairing: Pavtri, Gwen, Hobie, and Miguel and Gn reader (Separately, Platonic or Romantic, just random bullshit I don’t know, headcannons )

Gwen: You’d just returned from an incredibly draining mission, your body ached with each tense step you took

But as soon as you saw Gwen leaned over one counter tops in dining hall you couldn’t help but feel a childish joy bubble up from in your chest

Wrapping your arms around her waist as you embraced her with a smile you whispered 

“How’s my baby girl doing today?”

And she fucking freezes, your what?

You had never called her anything like that before, she can’t help but feel a smile of confusion creep it’s way onto her face

“What, what did you just call me?” 

She asks with a smile 

She’s not mad at all, just confused as to what brought this on, but after you repeat it she shakes her head with a breathy laugh as she turns to hug you

She doesn’t really mind the nickname, I mean it’s not like she’s in love with it, but she finds your strange nature oddly endearing

Whenever you use it In front of others though, lord have mercy, she’ll do that thing where she freezes up and her eyes go wide as she tries to cover up what you were saying to her

Hobie and Pav tease the shit out of her

One time just to test the waters you used the name In front of Miguel, when I tell you she froze, I mean like a deer in headlights as she turned to you with the biggest glare she could offer

Miguel only scowls at the two of you as he rubbed his temple with a frustrated sigh

“Y/n, Gwen, at least try to keep this professional.”

She wouldn’t talk to you for two weeks after that

But once her anger had subsided she found herself getting used it too it

Pavtri:

You were in the kitchen, bent cookie recipe with furrowed brows as your eyes scanned the paragraph of instructions your eyes fell upon one particular ingredient 

Sugar

How could you have forgotten to buy some? With a groan you shifted your body to face Pavtri who had been laid out on the couch watching you work for the past hour of so, he looked over to you confused as to way you seemed so distressed 

“Hey, Baby girl?” 

You called out to him in only the sweetest tone, he couldn’t fight the smile that managed it’s way onto his now brightly grinning face

“Yes? My prissy pissy poo poo bear?”

At his ridiculous nickname, you couldn’t help but to burst out with a loud fit of laughter, as you clutched your stomach you turned back to Pav

“What, did you just call me?”

“What did you call me?” 

He shot back with a lopsided smile 

From then on anytime you used the nickname he only racked his brain for something ten times as ridiculous as what you had called him

You’ve compiled a list of all the weird shit he’s said

Anytime he does this you let out a soft snort and a quiet fit of giggles following this, and this only encourages Pav to keep going, he’s addicted to the sound of your laughter

But honestly he loves the nickname, the idea of him being yours and yours only, makes his heart flutter 

Hobie:

The idea had come to you a long time ago, you had to admit, that you found the idea of calling Hobie baby girl, was at least a little funny to you if not incredibly tempting 

With a shit eating grin crawling up onto your face, you’d found Hobie in his room, tweaking his electric guitar as he sat on his bed

His head shot up at he noticed your frimillar  figure slinking through his door, he offered you a lazy smirk as he placed his guitar to his right as he opened his arms for you

“How ya been doin’ love?”

He drew out, you felt your smile only widened as you returned his embrace 

“Not too well without my baby girl.”

You teased as you placed yourself onto his lap, kissing his cheek with a hum

“Damn Right.”

Just accepts it, baby, he’s whatever you want him to be 

Malewife, babygirl, you name it he’s yours 

He just loves you call him yours, and if you want he’ll call you the same 

Miguel:

It was a dare, it was a dare, fucking Peter B Parker would be the death of you

Miguel was right there, this was all you had to do before you could leave, this was it, it was only for a moment and then you were gone

Miguel sat alone in his office, his head propped up in one arm as his eyes tiredly drifted through the monitor screens, with signature pout plastered to his face 

With a deep breath, you turned and shot Peter one last glare as he smiled to you offering you a encouraging thumbs up as you stepped into

Miguel’s office, Miguel slowly turned his office chair as he looked to you with a bored look on his face

“Do you want something, Y/n.” 

He spat, he didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh but as he saw you wince slightly at his tone he couldn’t help but sigh, as he ran his hand through his messy hair

“What is it?”

He asked slightly softer than before, you drew in a deep breath as you approached him cupping his face with one hand as you kissed his other cheek

“Nothing much, just wanted to see my baby girl.”

You muttered against his skin

Miguel tensed up as soon as those words left your lips

“What the fuck did you just call me.”

At first you froze, you didn’t know if he was going to blow up, but much to your surprise

Miguel pushed you away as he quickly turned away letting out a string of irritated groans and growls as he held his face in his hands

He was so fucking glad you couldn’t see what an effect your words had on him, his face had glown bright red 

There was no way, he actually fucking liked that, this only caused him to growl louder which had you flinching 

“Get out!” 

He barked which had you scampering out of his office as fast as possible, he needed to cool of now, but he was definitely going to make it up to you later

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Requests are open teehee

Mango's the sweetest smell

A/n: Sorry I've been gone forever I've been really busy this past couple of months!

Summary: Miguel's tired of you putting yourself in danger to see him

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara and Gn Reader (romantic, pre-relationship, Miguel being unable to properly express his feelings, a little bittersweet)

“You know you don’t have to put yourself in danger just to see me, right?”

The masked man grunted, slipping through your kitchen window almost with a shadow-like presence.

You jump slightly glancing to see the familiar brooding figure, but that's all he was, familiar.

The corners of your lips curved into an innocent smile as you placed the tattered cardboard box in your arms onto the cluttered kitchen counter, as you turned back to the large man,

crossing your arms as you leaned back against the counter. But it was just that, you were anything but innocent.

That's what Miguel hated.

“What's this now?”

you hummed, cautiously scanning the man in front of you, a softness in your eyes, that filled him with an anxiousness he couldn’t explain. 

Miguel only huffed at your feigned innocence, propping himself up against one of your well polished marble counters,

his eyes drifting across the various items, ranging from empty boxes of food, to pens, dishes, and bills, all mindlessly scattered along the counter tops, it all felt very, you, 

and the strong wiskful scent of mango and blossoms seemed to be rooted in the halls of your weary home, drawing him back to you time and again.

You crouched down, swiftly, opening the cabinet under the sink, only to result in an avalanche of discarded and forgotten items spilling out onto your wooden floor,

with a sigh you begin to collect the objects once again, scooping them into your arms and placing them back into the cabinet. 

A forgotten warmth nipped your cheeks as you noticed the hero on his knees beside you,

shoving the items back into the disarranged box of nonsense you swore you would organize one day. 

“You should really clean your house.” he breathed out 

You divert your attention from the rubble in front of you back to the vigilante squatted down, cleaning your mess,

you shot him an appreciative grin, and Miguel could swear he felt his heart stutter, he muttered soft curses under his breath as he averted his attention to the opened window, the breeze whistling through the crack.  

“Well how else will I see you in your busy schedule if not during ‘work hours’?”

You joked, as you roamed through the crammed cabinet space. Miguel let out a breathy groan as he turned his head back to you.

You could practically feel his scowl behind the mask, burning holes into the side of your head.

“You shouldn’t want to see me, it's dangerous.”

he shifted, his tone mellowed out at your fallen expression, his gaze fell back upon the crowded cityscape through the smudged glass of your window. 

“Maybe I like danger.”

the words floated from your lips effortlessly, a lazy sigh drew from his lips as his shoulders fell.

Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to met your gaze,  he felt rejection  wrapping its cold hands around his throat as he choked out his words

“I wish you didn’t.”

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