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Secret

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

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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

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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.]

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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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Imagine your dad being a Miguel O’Hara variant and meeting Miguel

Pairing : Platonic! Miguel O'Hara x Earth Bender Reader x Spiderverse

This is really just a really long rant about your dad meeting your dad from a different universe.

Wordcount: 2.2k (oops)

Miguel O’Hara Masterlist || pt.2

Okay so I'm randomly imagining a variant of Miguel who's also living the spiderman life but hasn't been through nearly as much loss as Miguel. 

Like this Miguel (let's call him Miguel 2) has lost his wife, but not his kid.

For some reason I also imagine this universe to be something like the Avatar universe (the one with the benders) just without the presence of the actual avatar which is why they would also have superheroes. I also imagine Y/N's mum being an earth bender, which was passed down onto Y/N. And they're quite good at it as well.

Miguel 2 was bitten, but still has a few common powers as Miguel. He has no claws, though he does have fangs. He also has natural webbing and can stick to walls.

I imagine Miguel and Miguel 2 meeting because of an anomaly breech in Miguel 2's universe. And Miguel's utter and complete surprise when he meets a spiderman with the same build as him. ( The man lost his wife, of course he goes gym as well.) 

I also imagine the immediate panic Miguel 2 feels when a building collapses on top of you, and a bunch of pedestrians. Like the battle with this misplaced villain would already be raging head on, and suddenly he sees you being buried under a HUGE pile of building and he just sees red. And Miguel isn't sure it's him until Miguel 2 attacks the villain viciously and rips his mask of, using his fangs to knock the villain out with a good amount of venom.

And the surprise Miguel feels in that moment is amazing. Because he never imagined there was another him, never realized in the amount of universes he comes across. His surprise deepens when Miguel 2 runs to the rubble, his movements chaotic and panicky as he pulls rock for rock apart. Miguel 2 is also originally a nonbender, though his parents had been fire benders.

Now imagine Miguel 2's relief when a hole opens up from the ground not too far from him, and you climb out, calling him dad as you help out pedestrians. And now Miguel is surprised, and a little heartbroken. In this universe he doesn't have Gabriella, but he has you.

Miguel 2 helps the pedestrians climb up before pulling you into a hug. You're a little dirty because of the setting, and you've got a few scratches, but otherwise you're unharmed.

Miguel lets the moment happen, only snapping out of it when Lyla reminds him that he should be on his way to HQ.

And he really is about to leave without invading your lives, when Miguel 2 calls out to him and thanks him. Curiously asking who he is and where he's from.

Miguel can't help himself as he explains the entire story. Inviting him on the team. He also glances at you, before inviting you as well.

Now the entire society is surprised when Miguel walks in with not just an anomaly and another spider person, but also you.

And imagine your surprise when he reveals his identity. Only to realize that he's the exact same person as your dad. Your dad is also surprised, but the two are quick to start 'old men talk' as you would dub it. Also, your dad receives a watch, whilst you receive a day pass.

And even though you look physically not anything like your father at all, Miguel still feels that odd connection he felt when he saw Gabriella for the first time. He leads the two of you through the building, paired with an explanation about everything and nothing.

Eventually, he also tells Miguel 2 about Gabriella, and in turn Miguel 2 asks what she'd look like, if she looked at least a little like you, and if he had fallen in love with the same woman. Miguel glances back at you, only to notice you're gone. Miguel 2 simply shakes his hand at your disappearance  adding that you do that often when you're bored. It surprises Miguel how loose Miguel 2 is when it comes to keeping tabs on you, but than again, he did see how you saved yourself and a bunch of people within a matter of time. Miguel eventually answers his earlier question with a shake of his head, telling him Gabriella was more of a physical copy of him, and that he had fallen in love with a different woman all together. Miguel 2 hums, accepting the answer before they start talking more about the multiverse.

Miguel also finds out that Miguel 2 doesn't work for Alcamex, but for a company which specializes in creating medicine. He also finds out a lot about you. You're nearly 16 years old, and have a few close friends. You're horrible at school, unable to sit still in classes. You're also a great bender, and according to Miguel 2, one of the best the world might ever see. Miguel was very confused when he explained that you had fully mastered every subbending technique earth bending offered. From sandbending to metalbending to lava bending, you could do it all.

And Miguel couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Miguel 2 has got to spend more than 15 years with you, while he lost Gabriella at a young age. On top of that you seem to be thriving, and Miguel 2 doesn't need to lie to you. Doesn't have to hide his spiderman identity for you. ( When Miguel asked how Miguel 2 merely smiled and explained that it was a little hard to hide when it was just the two of you, adding on top of that that you share their hard headed trait.)

I can also imagine Y/N managing to find the rest of the teens (Hobie, Miles, Gwen, Margo, Pavitr, really everyone!) in spider HQ, and getting along with them quite easily. They all have a lot of questions about why you're here as a nonspider, and even more when you tell them your dad is coincidentally also Miguel.

I also think Y/N would connect best with Hobie and Ben Reilly (the one from ultimate spiderman- not atsv). Because Hobie does whatever he wants and Ben is continuously grumpy, and distant, a trait that goes well with your laid back extrovert personality. 

I can also imagine Y/N managing to grab a hold of a webshooter somehow, and being taught how to swing through by the rest.

I definitely imagine Y/N casually swinging into the lab and trying to impress her dad and Miguel by trying to swing straight onto the platform. Which you of course would miss, jumping too late and instead plummeting towards the floor. A neon red web shoots out on time to give you a really soft landing though, basically bouncing you on your feet before you're on the ground. 

Miguel had expected Miguel 2 to react as well, but he simply shook his head. When Miguel gives him a judging look, he shrugs, adding a 'trust me, they gotta learn the hard way'. Because Miguel 2 knows how you won't stop unless you fall flat on your face or break something. And so you start swinging again, this time making a funny landing on the platform with an 'oof' as you plop on your butt before getting up and dusting yourself off.

And than Miguel's watching as you and your dad start arguing. " Did you know that most spider people don't have organic webs? They use these things! Hobie let me use his- that reminds me you should meet Hobie!-" You babble on for a bit. Miguel watches as Miguel 2 simply smiles, hanging onto your every word before he replies. " Yeah well, we should be grateful we don't have web shooters in our universe." " Why not? Can't we try to make some? It'd be fun!" " No." " Why not? Give me one good reason-" " You're an earth bender. You're powerless in the sky." " Oh right, forgot about that for a second."

Meanwhile the other teens are all stood below the platform on the ground. Their surprise evident as they see how an exact copy of Miguel is smiling, obviously content with everything around him. It also isn't until you're tugging at your father's arm to meet your new friends that Miguel starts lowering the platform.

Miguel is in turn surprised to see Ben Reilly among the others, considering the male usually prefers to remain by himself. He also can't help but be fond of the way you speak, all enthusiast about introducing your new friends (even introducing Hobie and Ben as your new besties.) 

Eventually the group falls into conversation, and your worlds normalcy about bending the elements is brought up. Which in turn bring up your bending, to which Hobie in turn challenges you, saying you wouldn't be able to win from him. 

Miguel is surprised when you turn to him, asking if there's a space in which you two can spar. Miguel is surprised, having expected that you would ask your dad, but eventually tells you there is. To Miguel's surprise, Miguel 2 puts a hold on it, adding that you're defenseless without wrecking the building. Everyone is confused when you tell him about your wristbands, and showcase your pockets full of rocks in them. Even Miguel himself is skeptical, considering Hobie is definitely has the advantage due to the field. Miguel 2 eventually nods when you showcase your pockets.

And so the group finds themselves downstairs, watching a sparring field from the side. Hobie smirks at you, teasingly adding that you're free to tap out any time and that he'll go easy on you. You in return laugh, before telling him the same, except you won't go easy. Your battle begins and you don't attack straight away. Instead you avoid all Hobie's advances, avoiding kick after punch after elbow. It takes a while before you oppose his attacks. Neither of you have used your powers at this point yet. It isn't until he tries to punch you again that you react, blocking his punch, you throw a punch back yourself, sending him a step back. Hobie's surprised, and eventually takes off. He starts throwing webs at you. Nearly everyone (except for your dad) is excited when your bracelets start deforming with your movements, shaping them and reshaping them from blades to balls, breaking webs or misdirecting them, or sometimes simply jumping out of the way. Eventually, you manage to throw a good hard ball into his stumic, which causes him to let go of his web. Seizing the moment, you take your metal ball again, giving him a final blow to send him to the ground. You're grinning as you stand over him when he's laid on the ground, your body still in a fighting stance whilst your ball has divided into smaller balls, floating around you.

He smiles as he tells you you've admittedly won, and you help him up with a hand. You smile and nod when he tells you that you should come around more often, adding that he wants a rematch. Your dad also gives you that proud smile of his that he rarely gives you.

You and the rest of the teens have started conversation again, and now it's all about your bending. Miguel and Miguel 2 listening instead of participating. Everyone is surprised when you tell them that metal bending isn't your best skill, and the excitement grows as you Tell them about lava bending. Happy to show them your actual skill, you take a few rocks out of your pocket, and let them melt into a ninja star made of lava. Everyone's eyes are big, completely impressed by this skill. Even Miguel is left speechless (which isn't noticeable, but still.) It isn't until Miguel 2 takes a look at his regular watch that he tells you it's time to go.

You pout, and ask if you'll be able to come back sometime. Everyone automatically turns to look at Miguel, and he sighs before telling you you might, adding a lame excuse about how you're good to train with.

And so you'll eventually depart after greeting almost everyone in a hug before you all but jump through.

You might not be a spider person, but spider society is definitely also a place for you.

Bonus:

" Y'know, I would've left you behind if you would have lost that fight with Hober." Your dad teases you over dinner later that day.

The two of you had decided on simple take out.

" His name's Hobie dad." You roll your eyes with a smile, before taking a bite.

" Besides, that's okay. I would have my hands on some web shooters by now. " You grin.

He sighs.

" You're never going to let that go, will you?" 

" No, I still think we should really give it a shot."

" No."

" Did you at least notice my pun? Shot?"

Your dad shakes his head.

" I should've really followed the instructions on those 'how to raise a kid' books."

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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Imagine your dad being a Miguel O’Hara variant and meeting Miguel pt.2

Pairing : Platonic! Miguel O'Hara x Earth Bender Reader x Spiderverse

I am back with my rant. anyway, it’s pt.2 to this,

Wordcount: 1.3k

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OKAY SO

We're back on the rant.

Because someone (cough @arianaw30) commented about how Miguel would also be like a dad to Y/N whilst Miguel 2, her actual dad, is on a mission.

And I totally agree. 

Like imagine Miguel 2 being sent out on a mission and Y/N just deciding to hang out at HQ for the day. And this mission is on a regular week day so most teen spiders and regular spider people would be out and about in their regular lives.

Which leaves Y/N with Miguel. (And her bestie Ben Reilly, but he sleeps until it's practically night, soo-)

I can also imagine that Y/N received their own gizmo. And that they'd hack it. Because although they might hate actually learning stuff because they simply can't sit still, they are still very intelligent. Like they'd mess around with the colours, and as a bender with the surrounding pieces of metal as well. They'd definitely change the colour of the screen and remodel the whole thing, complaining before that it looks a little bland and boring.

Miguel would surprisingly be okay with it as well. He didn't make it to look specifically nice, more because it'd be useful. And he's got a soft spot for you. If it were anyone else he'd be yelling already.

Miguel 2 would also have told you bits about Miguel back at home. Like he would have told you that he's cold because he lost people close to him. He does leave out how one of those people was a variant of you.

Miguel and Miguel 2 are very different in taking care of you. Miguel 2 is the type to leave you be until you royally mess up, because he knows you best. Miguel himself is more the overprotective type, refusing to let you go on a mission, and also not to keen on having anyone spar with you.

Anyway, whenever it's mainly just the two of you, you keep him company. And although you're not a kid, you're surprisingly easily amused. (That's also because technology isn't as far advanced in your world as it is in his.) You can talk for hours on end with both Lyla and Miguel. Once Miguel asked how you don't feel offended when he's grumpy or particularly agressive, and you replied with a confused cock of your hand and the exact words 'what do you mean? You're my dad, of course I know you better than anyone.' And although you're technically not 100% his, he realizes you're right. Because Miguel 2 and Miguel are generally the same, save for a specific few details.

And I can also imagine Miguel keeping a closer eye on Ben Reilly when the two of you grow even closer. Neither of you have feelings for one another, your personalities simply bounce off one another with ease. Miguel still can't help himself, Just the classic 'don't marry until you're old type'.

Everything does come to tension when you're hanging out with Ben one day, and your dad, Miguel 2, calls for back up desperately. The call is through Ben's watch, because you're technically forbidden to interfere as you're no spider person. But you're stubborn, double so as you're from the Earth kingdom and an O'Hara. And so you of course jump anyway, sending yourself into this new universe.

You don't bother appreciating the beauty of this universe, instead choosing to directly go looking for your dad. And you're quick to find him, under a tentackle of doc ock. A villain your powers give you an advantage of, as the man has a lot of metal on him.

Now imagine Doc Ock's surprise when you rip off his tentackle with a few precise movements of your body.

There were already two spider people on his ass (your father and Peter B Parker), and now you've also joined. 

Now the battle continues mostly with Doc Ock focused on you, and with you setting his 'tentackles' stuck in the ground, bending them to be unmoveable one by one. Your Miguel is already back on his feet and on his way to you, but meanwhile Peter B Parker is completely and utterly amazed by your performance here. (He hasn't met you yet.)  

Dock Ock has a lot of arms, and eventually he manages to bring a scratch on your face. Not much more, because that was his last tentackle. Unhappy with his doing, you create a ninja star out of lava, and cut this arm off, before whacking him in the face with it. You're not merciless though, so you bend his tentackle arm closed to keep him from making a mess with the fluids that run out of it, closing it off.

Miguel 2 pulls you behind him roughly after that, trapping the man in their odd red prison thingy. Cue a little while later when you're in Miguel's lab with a few stitches in your face, and not one, but two dads being mad at you. 

For the first time, they agree on why they're mad at you; you weren't supposed to be there. The both of them yell in that classic angry dad type of way for a bit, before they eventually calm down. And than they grow all soft when you softly whisper out a 'I didn't want to lose you too.' Breaking their hearts just a bit. And Miguel 2 crouches down to where you're seated comfortably on the ground and simply hugs you, telling you he never would and that you would be okay. All you do is hum in reply, and Miguel 2 messes up your hair as he often does affectionately before seeing the look on Miguel's face and giving you two space by leaving, claiming he needs a shower (you agree).

Miguel doesn't really know what to say, but he wants to comfort you aswell. Eventually he settles with telling you that if something were to happen to your dad, you'd still have a home here in the society. You hum, before looking up at him, a question clear in your eyes. When he tells you to ask away, you fill his heart with a kind of pride that he hasn't felt in a long while. You ask him if you could follow in his footsteps. You want to work in the society as well, and be able to do what he's able to do, admitting that you look up to him. And he smiles in that kind of way he only dies around you, nodding and telling you he'll teach you his ways.

Miguel might have lost a daughter once, but it seems he's gained one along the way as well.

Hey their

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

OFC I CAN <3

Okay sO

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

Either from elementary school, or through their parents.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boom > you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet you never leave him.

He's your best friend after all.

You help him heal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He feels guilty for crying in your arms as well.

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

He'd also definitely be overprotective of you afterwards.

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

Also because he loves your presence.

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

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

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006

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-

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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.]

007

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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 : ) ]

( Titleless)

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."

-

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.

-

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. ]

007

Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : Angst, violence

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

Wordcount: 1.4k

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

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

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

Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

It happens when he least expects it.

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

" Who are you?" Your voice is strong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man scoffs. 

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

Your glare only deepens. 

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

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

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

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

You furrow your brows. 

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

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

Tyler chuckles. 

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

You swallow. 

-

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

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

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

" Show me. " He tells her. 

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

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

With a sigh, Miguel straightens up. 

" Call Jess and Ben. "

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

" No. "

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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. 

Spider

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. 

Masterlist

↓ 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. ]

Spider Masterlist

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

Spider

Miguel's feelings

Pairing : Streetracer! Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff

Wordcount: 0.5k

Masterlist

Spider Masterlist

[ 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. 

Send me your fav fics, like, the ones u keep rereading at all times.

I'm mostly interested in the artists/characters tagged, but if u have something mindblowing that's from another fandom, feel free to send it to me.

Here are some of my favorite fics. The ones with a (!) Include smut. (Although I'm pretty sure most of you won't care lol.)

BTS >

BTS Hogwarts AU Masterlist - @btsinned (idk if the tag works, the link should)

Every member has their own one shot, definitely worth reading if you're in love with Hogwarts like me : ).

BTS Masterlist - @imaginekpoplikethis

I have been in love with this blog since I found it. All of their work is worth reading, especially Mixing It Up ( completed series, featuring bad boy Min Yoongi falling in live with his lil detective Y/N.) And 7 Years, (completed series, featuring bad boy Jungkook falling for Y/N, the first fic I fell in love with ever.)

Crush (JK oneshot) (!) - @jungxk

Where Reader has lost her memory and Jungkook and her fall in love all over again. I've read this so often, holy shit.

Just Make Room (Jk Drabble/one shot) - @jjksblackgf

There's not much to describe, just a quick cute read, to make you feel giddy.

Anpanman (JK Oneshot) (!)- @honeymoonjin

In which you and your best friend Jungkook go to a marriage therapist,, without being married.

[ Pls send me Jin fics, I love his quirky personaily but I haven't really found stuff I'd like to reread again and again yet. ]

Stray Kids >

The Coffee Shop Series - @hanjisick

All members have their own one shot, very cute.

Miguel O'Hara -

El Trato (The Deal) - @messylustt

A short series featuring you (a weak human) in which your boss, the leader of the Spider Society, falls in love with you. (!) Only the last/second to last chapter includes smut but there's tension in most chapters.

This is just a random bit of the amount of stuff I reread ( I have a idk-how-many-pages note on my phone with even more links lol.) But like, enjoy.

And send me ur own faves : ).

OH ALSO FOR THE YANDERE/FANTASY LOVERS-

Undying Love - @minuyu

Yandere prince x fortune teller reader. Legit the best book I've read in my entire life. The link will bring you to quotev, as she did not post this story on Tumblr, but you can read it on Wattpad too. It's not completed yet, as she's rewriting it, but I trust it will be.

I don't want to spoil anything, so no description, but holy shit the way it's written is so beautiful. Definitely worth your time.

WOWH. OSCAR GRAMMY TONY JOW

tengo tu foto

pairing: photographer! fem reader x miguel o’hara

contents: angst w no comfort, longing (is anyone rly surprised by this point), and some suggestiveness (nuffin tew crazy)

synopsis: you were booked for an wedding shoot, not expecting to see your ex boyfriend there.

author’s note: inspired by this :3 anyways i incorporated one of the themes from the movie hehe >w<

word count: 7k (i may have gone overboard on the yapping, sorry)

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"No. Ten un poquito de paciencia que ya mero acabo," Miguel tuts from a distance, the sound of wrapping paper scuffling together following. Despite the fact that you'd told him he didn't need to get anything for your birthday, that just spending time with him would be enough, he still insisted on doing so. Even after taking you out to a restaurant of your choosing, not even batting an eye when the waiter brought the check over. (have a little patience that i'm almost done)

"I know you said you didn't want anything but I stopped by that antique store in Queens and found the thing you've been wanting," he told you, stepping close to remove your hands from your eyes. You blinked a couple times to get used to the light in the room, looking down at the gift bag in his hands. Well, at least it wasn't anything too extravagant by the size of it. Or at least you hoped that it wasn't.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to do this. Your comp-"

"Before you say that my company would've been enough, you see me almost every day. Allow me to indulge in you a bit," he cut you off before you had the chance to finish speaking, giving you an innocent enough smile. "Just open it."

You took the gift bag from him, placing it down on your dinner table before starting to take out the sheets of wrapping paper. Even with that, you were trying to be meticulous enough not to rip it. At the bottom of the bag, you could see a white box peeking through. You took the box out with care, your eyes widening when you caught a glimpse of the words printed by the side. It was a vintage black Polaroid camera and a sleek leather photo album.

"Do you like it?" All you could do was nod, going over and wrapping your arms around him. You'd mentioned wanting this camera in passing a couple times, but you weren't expecting to actually get it. It should've been a nearly impossible task given that polaroids had ceased to have any usage with attachable phone printers, the quality of those unmatched. And yet you found yourself wanting this one after watching a movie, imagining all the different scenarios you wanted to use the camera for.

You basically opened the camera in record time, holding into in your hands for a couple seconds just to make sure you weren't dreaming. After the initial excitement passed, you examined the camera to see the different functions that it had and where you could put the film cartridge. You messed around with a couple of the buttons before the back of the camera eventually opened up, an illustration of how to set the cartridge etched inside.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you'd been so focused on even just trying to acquire the camera that you didn't bother to research exactly just how it is that it worked. You reached over for the box, the manual falling down on the table. You'd barely managed to open it before Miguel grabbed it from your hands, putting it to the side. "We can figure this out by ourselves. It can't possibly be that difficult," he stated, sitting down at the table next to you.

He'd almost wished he hadn't said those words so soon.

The two of you sat there for a couple minutes, trying to figure out how exactly it was that the camera functions worked. You were grateful enough that you had boxes of cartridges to go through, considering that you'd almost went through one in testing this whole thing out. "Go see if that one worked," Miguel pointed over to the one processing on the table, his focus on the camera almost admirable. "This would go by a whole lot easier if you weren't so reluctant to use the manual."

"I refuse. I promise it'll work this time."

"It's almost like manuals were included in the box for situations like this," you muttered under your breath, noticing the subtle scoff he let out.

If the two of you were in any other situation, you might've found this a bit humorous. The two of you struggling with a simple enough camera while he dealt with complicated tech at a super fancy genetics facility and you dealt with cameras that had much more to them. "It did not work," you grumbled, only seeing your reflection peering back at you through the black photograph. If you squinted enough, at least you could see the silhouette of both of your figures. That counted as progress, right?

"Maybe it might be time to reconsider using the manual?" You suggested, your voice raising up a couple octaves as you tried to coax him into the idea.

"We don't need a manual. I'm a genius and you're an expert in cameras. We should be able to figure this out."

He twisted the lens of the camera onto the symbol with the home on it, deciding to test it out since it was the only one left. Miguel pointed at the fruit bowl that the two of you had been using as a practice model, clicking on the button. The whirr of the camera followed, the photograph coming out almost immediately. You slipped it out when it was halfway through, setting it down on the table to wait for it to process. "How's it going at the photography studio? Is your boss still being stingy?"

"It's gotten absurd. I had a client come in this last Monday and he immediately swept in to tell him that I don't have any experience," you couldn't help but feel annoyance when thinking back to the scenario, knowing pretty well that your portfolio was just as good as any of the other interns'. If not, even better.

"How are you supposed to get any experience if he's not giving it to you?"

You gave a small shrug in response, that being the same question that you asked yourself repeatedly. Every opportunity to advance at the studio had been ripped away from you, yet you couldn't bring yourself to quit. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was just that you'd gotten complacent staying in the same position for a couple years now. "Obviously you didn't ask for my opinion, but I think you should quit if he continues like this," Miguel offered quietly, his hand coming up to your shoulder.

"I'll think about it," you told him after a couple seconds of silence, contemplating his words. You knew he was right, deep down you did know. But what if other companies saw you as the mediocre photographer that this company did? The thought was just too much to handle. You looked over at the photograph once it was finished processing, noticing that the fruit bowl had been perfectly captured. "It worked!" You sounded a little too excited, handing over the photograph for him to examine his work.

"Now, let's take one together," is what you said about two minutes ago.

He ended up sitting down on a chair, one of your arms wrapped around him as the two of you looked into the camera. "How much longer? My cheeks are starting to hurt," you asked him through the smile you were trying so hard to maintain. "Hold on, I'm just trying to find the button," he muttered, the subtle scratch of his nail hitting the camera as he searched for the button. You'd barely heard the click from the button, immediately blinded by the flash shooting directly at the both of you.

Was this how your clients felt? Maybe you'd stop getting on their ass for capturing a majority of their photos with their eyes closed. Realistically you knew you wouldn't though. Seriously, how hard was it for them to keep their eyes open for four seconds? Miguel blinked slowly, putting the camera down on the table. "Pretty sure I just burned my retinas with that one," he muttered, taking the photo out and setting it on a placemat for it to develop. "Ditto."

"Hey, can I keep the photo? I'm thinking of putting it in my wallet," he asked once you were done adorning the blank space with stars and little hearts. You handed the photo over to him when he was done pulling out his wallet, noticing how gentle he was at handling the photo so it wouldn't bend. An array of photos were inside of his wallet, most of them Gabriella. One from when she was a baby to one where she was holding up a diploma for her kinder graduation.

"Te ves tan hermosa. I swear, that camera doesn't do you enough justice," he mused, looking down at the photograph that adorned the back of his wallet. Though he wouldn't be able to deny that the way you smiled in the picture was an image that would stay engrained in his brain for as long as he lived. "Thank you for getting it for me regardless. I know it wasn't much of an easy task," you responded, watching as he went over to fridge. (you look so beautiful)

"Gabriella and I baked you a cake. Well, more like she put the ingredients and mixed it and I just did the heavy work," he told you, bringing the plate with the cake over. You looked over, seeing the cake sprinkled with an ungodly amount of sprinkles and the writing on the frosting a bit crooked. Yet the fact that they'd both taken the time made you heart swell. "It's the prettiest cake I've ever seen. Tell her I said thank you," you gave him a smile, stepping up so he could lean over and light the candles up on the cake.

"Don't smush my head into the cake," you warned him, hovering slightly above the cake. His laughter echoed throughout the apartment, standing across from you with the camera pointed towards you. "Not sure how I would manage that but noted," he responded, putting the camera up to his eye and angling it. "You'd find a way," you muttered, blowing out the candles. You wafted the smoke fumes coming up, starting to take out the candles. "Que lo parta, que lo parta," Miguel chanted in the background when you went to cut the cake.

"Thank you. You've just left me with dessert for the rest of the week," you called out from the kitchen, setting the remaining cake in the fridge. You grabbed  your plate from the table, going over to the couch where he'd sat down. "What movie did you end up picking out?" You asked, already expecting it to be some kind of sci-fi movie. Maybe thriller if you were lucky. "Some old romance movie, supposed to be good. La La Land," he answered, taking a bite from his cake. You wiped some of the frosting with your thumb, licking it off afterwards.

"No new movies out in theaters?"

"Well, it's not that. They're just hard to enjoy with all the AI writing and all the CGI. It just doesn't feel like I'm actually watching a movie with real actors, y'know?" If you had to guess, you'd probably say that he was right. Majority of the behind the scenes shots that you've seen for recent movies have just shown robots on set, only around two people actually present. It all just felt so.. emotionless. A repeat of the same movie over and over again just with different characters.

His thumb drew lazy circles on your thigh while Sebastian and Mia were seated at the movie theatre. "I wanted to run something by you, see what you thought about it," he started off, already looking at you when you turned to face him. You really hoped this wasn't the start of a break up speech. "Gabriella's really important to me, as I'm sure you're aware. And now that we're starting to get serious, I'd like for you to meet her," were not the words you were expecting from that sentence, but you weren't upset at them.

The thought of meeting his little girl was something that intrigued you and scared you shitless at the same time. What if she thought you were making some futile attempt to replace her mom? What if she ran you out of the house throwing eggs at you? You took a deep breath, trying to think of the positives. Miguel had done nothing but describe her as well-behaved, there would be no reason for her to act up. You'd just have to reassure her that you wanted to love her, not replace her mother in any form. "I'd love to meet her."

"This defeats the purpose of the movie, y'know?" He pointed out when you sat on his lap, your legs on either sides of his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your nails gently raking against the curls on the nape of his neck. "Is that a complaint that I'm hearing, Mr. O'Hara?" You whispered against his lips, his chest rumbling as he laughed. "Not at all," he sounded breathless as he spoke, his hands coming down to rest on your hips. He let out a small groan when you leaned in, the taste of frosting lingering on his lips.

You'd barely registered the sound of his phone buzzing in the background, only breaking away from the kiss when he did. He pulled it out of his pocket, letting out a small groan. "It's my ex wife. Just give me a second," he whispered, placing the phone up to his ear. You could make out a couple words from her frantic yelling, nothing that would give you a clue to what was going on though. "I'm not processing the information any better with you yelling in my ear," Miguel sounded much different with his ex wife, a tone he'd never used with you.

After receiving a couple more pieces of context based on what Miguel was telling Dana to do, you were able to decipher that Gabriella was currently running a fever along with a cold. "I'll come by to pick her up along with some medicine, okay?" He'd simply stated after Dana spent around two minutes talking to him. "Yes and groceries too," he added, albeit a bit reluctantly before hanging up the phone. He rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a small resigned sigh. He'd even called off work tomorrow to spend a lazy morning with you.

"I have to go," he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, tapping on the side of your thigh. You got off him, standing up to walk him out the door. "Stay safe. Call me when you get home," you told him before he left, standing on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I will, I promise. I'll text you the details for next week, okay?" He called out, starting to head down the sidewalk. You waited until he wasn't visible anymore to go back inside, starting to clean up a couple smudges of frosting on the table.

You ended up watching the rest of the movie in the comfort of your couch, lying to yourself about the tears in your eyes. He'd mentioned the movie being somewhat of a romance but he'd forgotten to disclose the important detail- that it was a tragic romance. Just the fact that they had everything that they could've wanted except for each other just made it all the more painful to watch. In order to distract yourself, you pulled your phone out to see if Miguel had texted you. After all, it'd been about thirty minutes since he left.

Maybe he'd forgotten. You tried to assure yourself that maybe it was the last thing on mind given that Gabriella was sick, that he was capable of taking care of himself. There wasn't any way he'd willingly break the promise that he made to you, right? You even tried turning off your phone and toggling with the data button on it to see if was just that your phone hadn't received the message. But upon turning your phone on, you only saw the same three notifications on your screen from a couple hours back.

You'd call him tomorrow. Check up on Gabriella and him on the process. The thought of him ghosting you came to mind, though it didn't last for very long. He'd been very upfront when it came to telling you the things that displeased him in the relationship. He wouldn't just up and leave without an explanation. Plus, the two of you were doing great and he wouldn't have suggested meeting Gabriella if he wanted to break up. Things were good. You just had to keep repeating that until all the worries in your head disappeared.

Things were good.

So why is it that a week later every single one of your phone calls was getting straight to voicemail?

"Hey Miguel, I know that you're busy with work and whatnot but can you just call me back so I know you're not dead?" You were pacing in the middle of your living room, feeling yourself slowly start to unravel with every automated response that you received. "Okay, well I love you. Please just call me back whenever you have the time," you ended the call, staring at the blank screen before testing your luck again for what seemed to be the 70th time.

"This is Miguel O'Hara speaking. Please state your reason for calling and I'll try to get back to you," you practically spoke with the machine, having memorized it after the nth time of hearing it. It was pointless to leave another message, the deep part of your subconscious was aware of that. And yet, you couldn't help yourself. "Hey, Miguel. I'm sorry about all the calls. Can you just tell me if I did something wrong or something instead of ignoring me? Please," you sounded pathetic to your own ears.

You waited until the designated two days passed by until you called the police department in your precinct, inquiring about any missing reports for Miguel. "Look I don't know how many times you want me to check the damn system but for the fourth time, there's no missing persons report filed for a Miguel O'Hara," the officer sounded agitated on the line, though rightfully so. You'd asked him for the fourth time before he snapped. You hung up, trying other PD's and hospitals. Only to get no results.

Maybe it was a stupid way to cope with the fact that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore. But you couldn't help but call him just to be able to hear his voice on the ringtone, even if he did sound apathetic when speaking. That was until a couple weeks passed by, "Number is disconnected or no longer in service," was the response that you'd received instead of the voicemail that you'd gotten so used to. "No, come on," you muttered to yourself, trying to assure yourself it was a mistake. But upon calling again, you quickly realized that it was not.

Even as the years passed by, you found yourself unable to move on from him. It'd gotten to the point where your friends had to step in, staging an emergency intervention under the pretense of going out for drinks one night. As much as you understood their point and their reasons for believing that you were slightly delusional, you still refused to let him go. His clothes still lingered in the back of your closet, the fresh scent of his cologne still present when you pressed your face against it.

You had no idea what happened to him, and that was partially what kept you from moving on. There was no type of closure, no logical reason for him to leave you or any problems in between the two of you. So you stuck to your selfish, hopeless dream. The dream that one day you'd wake up for work and he'd be knocking on the other side of the door, cup of coffee in hand with a croissant bag in the other. Maybe it was the fact that he'd made you feel loved in a relationship. The person that understood you just by your tics and facial expressions.

"Maybe he just.. doesn't want to make this harder for you," your friend hesitated when you'd picked up a newspaper on your way out the subway. Miguel's face had been on the front of the cover, looking as stoic as ever. Even as he was getting an award for a groundbreaking experiment. As a photographer, you could tell that the lighting wasn't flattering on his skin, the color palette washing him out. But still, you tried to push that thought to the side as the reminder that he was still living out there peacefully without you lingered.

"He'll come back," you muttered, though the words didn't sound believable anymore. You could tell your friend wanted to say something else by the skeptical look on their face, but they simply just offered a hug. "Look, when you're ready to move on, I'll be here to help you," they whispered, rubbing your back. The two of you got a couple sideway glances from the others walking down the street, but you couldn't help but want this hug to last longer. You needed some kind of warmth in your life.

The one good thing that had come out of this situation though was that you finally decided to take his advice and quit your job. You'd spent weeks going from studio to studio, rejection getting thrown in your face a couple times. Each rejection started stinging less and less, simply becoming another name on your list. Though a majority of the studios that rejected you was due to a lack of space, giving you plenty of connections to reach out to though. After a while of submitting job applications, a couple of them managed to land.

Which is how you came to work at the studio you're working at now. While it was slightly painful to do, the copious amounts of ass kissing that you did to your superiors helped you move up the ranks rather quickly. Well that and the diversity in your portfolio, the main point that your employer made sure to highlight. The way that you were able to capture objects and people, capturing them in a way that made the subject interesting no matter what it was. It was nothing mediocre. You knew that now.

Along with the job, the studio offered a couple refresher courses that you took full advantage of. While your skill wasn't bad by any means, you were still determined to get better at it. The courses went over from a range of subjects such as color contrasts, the rule of thirds, and different editing programs that didn't mess with the quality of the photos.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your gaze immediately going to the necklace adorning your neck. You've been trying to talk yourself into finally taking it off for the last couple months, trying to convince yourself that it was necessary to move on. Your alarm clock blared in the background as a reminder that you were about to late for work, but you stayed still. But taking the necklace off would mean that you'd accepted he wouldn't be coming back. Is that something you'd be willing to do?

You brought your hands to the nape of your neck, reaching for the clasp. Just take it off. It would be simple. Stuffing it in the back of your bathroom drawer, never having to look at it again. Never having to be reminded of the nice memories associated with it. You dropped your hand from the clasp, letting out a small groan. "I'll do it tomorrow," it was the same thing you told yourself in the mirror every day, knowing pretty damn well that you weren't going to actually do it.

Even the meaningless distractions and the amount of clothing that you'd bought for yourself after acquiring an actual paying position at the studio did nothing to fix the empty void. Everything just felt so gray, so static. You'd found yourself missing the most minute things of your routine with Miguel, from brushing your teeth together at the sink after he'd just spent the night to the subtle scratch of his stubble after a couple days of not shaving. You missed having someone to talk to about whatever crossed your mind with little fear of judgement. You missed him.

No number of heels or jewelry that you'd splurge on would heal that.

You checked your watch on your way up the elevator, practically hearing the ticking of it as you were reminded you were late. Probably shouldn't have stopped at that new café that just opened up on the corner of your house. Though the taste of the buttery croissant melting in your mouth almost made any complaints coming your way worth it. You stuffed the last piece in your mouth before approaching your office, wiping away any crumbs that lingered on your shirt.

"I have a meeting scheduled here for... Xina?" You read off the calendar on your tablet, looking up for some kind of confirmation. What you hadn't expected to see was Miguel standing there by her side, his hands stuffed in his pockets. A ticked off expression on his face to top off the cake that this morning was turning out to be.

"You're late," the same tone that he'd used with Dana all those years ago, one of agitation and frustration was now the one that he'd used with you. For the amount of times that you spent criticizing the woman over her decisions, you wouldn't have expected for you to get treated the same way.

You really wanted to be annoyed, demand for an explanation. You'd planned out this moment in your head for years, after all. But upon standing in front of him once more, you felt your mouth dry up. It didn't help that he looked more devastatingly handsome than the last time you saw him. His hair had grown a bit, slight curls forming at the nape of his neck. While he wasn't weak by any means when the two of you were together, his muscles were practically close to ripping the stitching in his black button down top.

The gold Virgencita necklace he had did nothing to help out your case. It was only accentuated by the dark fabric. On his wrist, you could notice a couple beaded bracelets. Each with their own sentence in them, ranging from 'best dad' to 'te quiero mucho.' Well that was if you weren't misreading them while they were upside down. Surely the work of his daughter. Though the thing that had caught your attention the most was the gold band around his ring finger, a sign of his commitment to the woman next to him.

You really needed to stop staring before they got any weird vibes from you. You could do that. You could separate your personal feelings from your work.

"It's just a few minutes, Miguel," the woman next to him spoke, the harshness in his glare losing all intensity when she reached over to hold his hand. He let out a small sigh, almost forcing himself to calm down before nodding slightly. You shook both of their hands, willing yourself not to clasp Miguel's fingers within your own. To feel the slight roughness of his calluses that you'd grown used to. That wasn't something you could do anymore.

"Before we started, would any of you all like something to drink? We have tea, water, and some coffee. Though I wouldn't recommend the coffee," you could play the role of a stranger too, a forced smile making its way onto your face. You felt it falter a couple times but you were quick to school your expression back to normal before anyone could notice.

"No, thank you," Xina responded, placing her hands on the table to scoot her chair in. You caught a glimpse of the diamond ring adorning her finger, if that was even a proper name for it. You had an idea Miguel was rich, but you'd never expect him to be THAT rich. The lights reflected off the diamond, a rainbow hue present on the table.

"I'm alright, thanks," Miguel didn't even bother to look at you while he spoke, his attention solely on the woman next to him. His hand reached out to where hers sat, holding it tenderly. His thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. The same way that he used to do to you.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you happen to have any snacks?" The little girl by his side chimed in, the same little girl you'd seen on those photographs from long ago. Well, now she wasn't exactly too little. She did, however, resemble every bit of Miguel. Even more so now than in the photos you had the pleasure of seeing before.

"Mija, if you eat snacks now you won't be hungry for when we go out to eat later."

"I'll still be hungry, I promise!" Even you knew that it was false, but Miguel found himself being unable to deny the little girl anything. He pulled his wallet out, glimpses of those photos from years ago still visible. Tinted yellow from the time that'd passed by. You couldn't help but peer inside as discreetly as you could, hoping to catch a glimpse of the polaroid in the back. He hastily shut his wallet when he caught you staring at it, shoving it deep into the pocket of his jeans.

Something to confirm that you hadn't just imagined the time that you spent together with him all those years ago. The only photos you saw in his wallet though were those of Gabriella and one of him with his fiancée, surely celebrating their engagement by the pose in the picture. Xina sticking her hand out to the camera, a flashing smile on her face as she looked over at the camera. You couldn't help but feel a pang in your chest when you glanced over at Miguel in that photo, his eyes only locked on her.

A look of adoration that you'd only imagined in fairytales. The way that he looked at her like she was the only woman that mattered in the world. You were snapped out of your trance when you heard his wallet thud shut, looking over at Gabriella when she walked over to Miguel instead. He had a five dollar bill sticking out of his hand, keeping it in his grasp while he finished speaking, "Alright, go get yourself a light snack. And get the nice lady something if she wants."

Nice lady.

That's what you were reduced to now? Just as the lady that treated him with basic manners?

"I will, thank you!" Gabriella yelled out from the hall, practically dashing out the door the second he handed her the money. You pushed any lingering thoughts aside, excusing yourself from the table before going after Gabriella. You found her skipping in the hallway on the way to the vending machine, humming a song to herself on the way.

"I didn't actually have to get anything. I just wanted to talk to you," now that came as a surprise. As far as you knew, Gabriella only knew that Miguel was dating someone in the past.

"Me? Why me?"

She reached for the pocket on the front of her overall, taking out a polaroid. You didn't have to look at it to know what it was. And yet you did, a small smile present on your face at the sight of how happy you and Miguel looked once. The words at the bottom had faded away, leaving grey markings in their wake. "I found it in the trash. I thought I should keep it," she told you, your eyes widening slightly. He wouldn't do that, not after he said he'd value it. But what reason would Gabriella have to lie?

"My dad acted strange for a while. He stopped reading me bedtime stories and putting smiley faces on my food," the little girl sounded melancholy as she spoke, reaching up to put the bill in the machine.  Now that sounded more like the Miguel that you were accustomed to, not the man that was currently in your office. "But he used to talk nicely about you. How I'd love to spend time with you and get to know you. I'm sorry that we didn't get to that."

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes things just happen, y'know?" Even if you yourself knew nothing of what exactly happened, you decided to test that out to reassure her. She gave a small nod in response, pressing a button on the machine before a bag of chips dropped down.

"Thought you weren't hungry."

"Well, I lied to him and it'd be pretty obvious if I showed up empty handed." Smart kid.

"I don't know if we should stick with this photographer. I caught her staring at my wallet a couple seconds too long," you heard Miguel through the thin walls complain to his wife, that same tone of annoyance lingering in his voice. He really couldn't tolerate you, huh.

"She was probably just looking at the photos you have in there, don't stress out about it too much. She's the best we'll find with this time crunch."

The conversation came to a halt when you and Gabriella stepped into the room, the crinkling of chips a stark comparison to the quietness. You went over to your bookcase, grabbing your planning binder before going back to your seat across from them. You flipped over to a clean page, playing with the end of your pen as you tried to distract yourself from the reality of the situation. The same ex who'd practically disappeared from the face of the earth was now facing you. Requiring your services.

"We were wondering if we could establish something like a photo booth where the guests could go to take photos rather than it just being a quinceañera situation," Miguel spoke up, looking directly at you. You were hoping to catch a glimpse of something, just the slightest bit of something that would tell you that you weren't just a stranger to him. Maybe not longing but some sort of recognition? But you received nothing. Not even a form of silent acknowledgment that you were still wearing the damn necklace.

"Alright, we can do that," you scribbled down the notes, just the request making you recall the countless complaints that you've had to deal with about a couple of your interns. That the guests couldn't even get a spoonful in without having some fear that a camera would instantly flash in their eyes. "And how would you like the arrangement to be for the both of you? Photos straight out of the chapel and throughout the ceremony or just the photo booth?"

"Well for the two of us, we'd like some photos of us outside of the chapel." Alright, all you had to do was arrange the photo booth before you made your way over to the church to take their photographs. That sounded manageable. You annotated the time that the ceremony and reception would start, writing down a couple possibilities for the time required. You were getting paid by the hour, after all.

"I'd prefer if you could make it something low light. My eyes get sensitive with bright lights," Miguel spoke up, waiting for you to write down the notes before leaning back in his chair. You'd never heard him complain about something like that when you used him as the muse for your photos, but a lot of things were different about him now. You didn't know him anymore. A fact that you had to resign to yourself to.

"How'd the two of you meet, if you don't mind me asking?" It was clear that they mind the question. Silence lingered in the room, both of their stares equally judging. Think. Think. Think. What would be a reasonable excuse for letting your nosiness get in the way of remaining professional?

"I was just wondering since we could set up the booth with something reminiscent of that moment. A couple coffee shaped figures if it was a coffee shop. Books if it was a library. Like a cute little easter egg," you almost had to commend yourself for coming up with that lie so fast. You looked over at Gabriella, seeing her give you a thumbs up on the middle of her trying to watch a YouTube video. Okay, maybe the situation had been salvaged.

"We used to be friends, though we hadn't contacted each other in a while. Before she came into my life as my fiancée, my life just felt very empty. She brought me purpose and a reason to come back home every night," you gripped the pen in your hands as he spoke, almost surprised that the glass didn't shatter. Empty? Empty? Were you just a piece of chopped liver? Maybe you'd gone crazy for real this time around and just imagined yourself dating him. Yeah.

Just coincidentally dated someone who looked exactly like him. You'd be lucky if you didn't go mad by the end of this meeting if your thoughts continued to stray in this direction. You could've sworn you heard a slight crack in the pen you were holding, forcibly loosening your grip on it even though it was the only thing anchoring you down. Just take a couple deep breaths. Go to your happy place. Wait no. That wouldn't work if your happy place was in a beach in the Bahamas with Miguel, right?

Nope. Definitely not.

"Well he comes home most of the time, but y'know how it is with geneticists," Xina remarked, her gaze going over to the pen in your hand before going back up to your face.

"You have no idea," you found yourself muttering, unable to stop the words from coming out. You didn't even have to look over at Gabriella this time to know that she was subtly giving you a thumbs down.

"I'm sorry?"

"Forget it, just a stupid comment." Though she seemed skeptical towards the comment, she decided to leave it be for now.

The rest of the meeting flowed very smoothly, a majority of the conversation staying on work related topics. The other portions had been Xina talking about just how lucky she was to get you as a photographer, how thankful she was for Miguel. "He's just been so supportive throughout this whole process, letting me take reigns of the planning," she'd told you, her face gleaming as she spoke of him. An expression similar to contentment washed over Miguel's face as he watched speak, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Alright, that'll be all. Thank you for coming to meet with me today," you told the both of them once the plans had been set into stone. You rose up from your seat, the three of them following suit.

"Thank you, it was very nice to meet you," Xina extended her hand out towards you, a polite smile on her face. You shook her hand, returning the pleasantries with as much cheerfulness as you could muster. Which wasn't that much, now that you think about it. But she hadn't noticed anything too strange about your expression so that was slightly reassuring. She and Gabriella left the room, leaving you and Miguel together.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. O'Hara. My apologies for being late," to which he simply gave a curt nod before making his way to the exit. You went to fix your binder and pens, looking up only when you hadn't heard the click of the door.

Before he had the chance to step out, he stopped and stood by the doorstep to turn around and look at you. You were stuck in between wanting to bask in his presence for just a little bit longer and wanting him to leave. Why couldn't he just leave with the new family he was forming and leave you out of it? He looked like he was trying to see if he recognized you, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration. "I'm sorry if this comes off as a weird question, but have we met before? You seem familiar."

You almost wanted to laugh at the situation. How funny it was that the man you'd swore was the one you were probably gonna end up getting married to was the same one who didn't recognize you now? The same one that spent hours on his knees, devoting himself to worshipping and memorizing every feature of your body. That loved every aspect of yourself, even the aspects that you once thought were unlovable.

While seeing him now was the epitome of painful, knowing that he hadn't even bothered to consider you while he'd gone off to start a new life, this was what you needed to move on. The hope that you once had of him coming home, holding you close to his chest with countless apologies slowly dwindled down throughout this meet before extinguishing completely. You had slowly come to accept how stupid it was to wait for him.

It would've been easy to say yes, to tell him that you were his ex-girlfriend. But the image of the small smiles that he shot at Xina throughout the meeting still stuck in your head, making you consider that decision longer than you should've. You looked up from your notes, realizing that he was still waiting for your answer. After some hesitation, you eventually decided on, "No, I don't believe we've met before. You have me confused with someone else."

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Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Purely self indulgent Shameless Smut under the cut!!

No age in bio = immediate block/Minors do not interact.

General: rough sex, porn with a tad bit of plot, light bondage, choking, name calling, potential exhibition/slight humiliation, fang play, unprotected sex(please practice safe sex), cream pie

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Out of all the outcomes in the whole universe, you didn’t expect to be encountering this one. Currently, you were putting on a show for Miguel. You had told him you were up to let him command and order you around for tonight. You weren’t anticipating him to go in this direction. He had always been the first one to break and pound you senseless, so for him to request a masturbation show was new but not unwelcome. You at least got to tease and bait him harder than usual, really selling it as you were bent over the bed. You also got off of him slowly stroking himself and giving you all the praise each time you were rough with yourself.

“Such a good little whore. Is this how you play with yourself when I’m not here to fill you?” He purred as you alternated between fingering yourself and spreading your lower lips. You could only lightly moan in response, earning a chuckle from him as he finally got up.

“I think I’m done with the show, babe. Get on the bed on your back.” He growled lightly as he teased you by smacking your ass.

You quickly obliged, hoping he would fuck you fast; your lower parts had become so wet you were sure he could slide in and out if he wanted.

Before he joined you on the bed, he reached into the closet and pulled out one of his belts, and you wiggled your hips in excitement, knowing what he wanted. You flipped over with your hands behind your back, earning a smile from him as he got on the bed and used the belt to make a pseudo bondage.

“Good girl, now you remember our safe word?” He purred, moving you to your back again. You nodded. “Purple.”

You moaned lightly as he got over you, pressing his hard cock against your all-too-wet cunt. He gave a slight thrust up, hitting your clit and earning a louder moan. Before you could beg, he moved your head to the side, kissing the exposed part of your neck.

He started with kisses; then it slowly turned to gentle biting up and down. He was careful not to puncture the skin as he dragged his teeth down your neck, earning shaking breathing and your hips lifting to try to get some relief. He growled, not helping that heat below as he gently kissed and bit his way down your body. He stopped at your chest briefly, giving your breasts some love. He massaged one as he sucked and licked one teasing the nipple. You moaned and whined lightly, “Please, Miguel-please, I wanna be used.” You begged as he went lower, leaving small bite marks trailing down your stomach to your thighs.

“I know, sweetheart, but you’re all mine tonight, and I’ll use you as I please.” he scolded as he gave you a teasing lick, making you jump slightly at the sudden feeling. He laughed, propping your thighs over his shoulders so his head sat neatly between them. He eyed you hungrily before he started to tease. His tongue lolled up and down. Going from your entrance, barely going in, then up to your clit, making sure to wiggle his tongue, causing you to lift your hip higher. He smiled, pulling your hips down and holding them in place as he teased you, your moans and small beggings making him harder than before.

You were so close, yet so far, you desperately needed to be fucked and felt a familiar ache in your groin area. He was going so slow, and his fingers dug into your hip. The mixture of his sharp nails and slow teasings drove you mad.

“God, please, Miguel use me! I want your cock to wreck me!” You begged, moaning loudly as his tongue reached your clit again. You felt his fingers dig deeper and before you could react, he started to suck and lick your clit. Pants and moans were all the sounds you could make as he teased and almost overstimulated your cunt. He let go with a soft moan. You grew hopeful but then saw his evil smile.

“Now now, tell me toy.” He crawled over you putting his hand over your throat and forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Who’s in charge here?” You didn’t know how to respond. Part of you didn’t want to, wanting to see how he would react and react he did.

“Being a brat? Fine, it seems I need to put you in your place.” He hissed as he roughly thrust into you without warning; with his free hand, Miguel pushed one of your legs back allowing him easier access as he pounded you hard.

“Try again, who is in charge here?” He growled, reveling in the site of your body bouncing with each thrust. You could only moan in response, you felt his grip tighten slightly as he pulled out. You were about to whine when he roughly slammed back into you, earning a cry of pain and pleasure as he kept up the pace and intensity. You were crying out it at this point lost in pleasure as he used you over and over again. His grip tightened a little, making you focus, if only a little.

“Now, Princess, wanna scream the name of who’s in charge?” He purred lovingly as his hand moved slightly to use two fingers to hold your mouth open, he slowed his pace and repositioned himself a little before roughly starting up again. This time you felt him hit that special spot inside you each time, making you cry out his name like he wanted, you were a mess now. You could feel a knot forming in your womb area, it was building fast, and you couldn’t control your volume anymore. Miguel picked up on this and started thrusting harder. It was about to send you over the edge when he let go of your mouth and pressed against you, biting into your neck again.

“Ohn fuck! I’m gonna cum, please Miguel!” You cried out getting closer to that finish, he moaned feeling how you were tightening around him. “I know, sweetheart.” He grunted, “Go on and cum for me, cum on my cock, you dirty little slut.”

That did it. You felt that knot quickly unravel as you climaxed. Your hips tried to buck, but Miguel had held them in place. You were panting and sweating and feeling so full of bliss. Then you suddenly felt him start up again, it felt even more intense this time. “Such a good little slut cumming on me like that, I should reward you.” He purred going back to his fast rough pace, Christ you felt like you were gonna pass out from how good this felt. He went hard and fast as losing himself; his grip on your hips tightened, and you could feel he was close. Now it was your turn to send him over the edge.

“Mngh please Miguel! I want to be filled to the brim with your hot cum! Please!” You begged, bucking your hips lightly to match his movement. He let out a loud moan as he quickened his pace before roughly pressing deep into you, slightly digging his nails deep into you as he came. It felt so surreal and warm as he panted, slumping over you briefly before pulling out and untying you.

“You okay princess?” He asked, pulling you close for a cuddle and piping soft kisses over your face. “More than okay.” You panted lightly, lifting your face to kiss his. “Although I will need help standing for awhile” you laughed lightly snuggling closer to him and shifting to get comfy. “Aye princess, I’ll help you,” he replied, holding you tight.

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My first ever fic so hopefully it’s good! I tried my best with dialogue so forgive if it seems a lil awkward haha, this was a lot of fun to write something purely self indulgent before the movie comes out