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beabidobi · 26 days

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Miguel sleeping with s/o headcanons

no pronouns used for reader

have this while I’m working on some drafts 😇

• He is a SNORER. Like makes those dad sounds.

• Also mumbles/talks in his sleeps.

“I don’t know it.” He murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. “What?” You say, confused when you see his eyes closed. “I don’t know grapes.” He mumbles again before falling back into his snores, leaving you to hold back your laughter as much as you can and wishing you had recorded it. “Grapes?”

• Usually sleeps on his back with your head on his chest or on his front with one arm slung over your waist.

• Very occasionally he’ll nuzzle into your chest or neck when he’s sick or just really tired.

• He has nightmares often, usually about Gabriella and will panic when he wakes up, resulting in accidentally waking you up which he profusely apologises for while you comfort him.

• He can’t sleep if he’s not touching you in some way. Even if it’s just his hand in your hair. If you have an argument, he’ll (what he thinks is very sneakily) move his leg or hand to just slightly lay against your thigh or stomach.

• He rarely gets enough sleep, busy saving the multiverse and all and he’s an insomniac. Normally gets around 2-5 hours a night or sometimes none at all.

• On nights when he can’t sleep, he won’t wake you he’ll just lie next to you, mesmerised by the way you breathe and the slight furrow of your eyebrows when there’s a noise outside.

• HOWEVER he will sleep like a baby if you play with his hair. Like there’s no chance of him staying awake when you run your hands through his hair.

“I know what you’re doing.” He says when he feels your fingers glide gently through his locks. “I’m not doing anything.” You reply, a smile creeping up on your face. “Yes you are. You’re trying to make me sleep and it’s not going to work.” He grumbles, although he already feels his eyes growing heavy. Despite his many protests, he eventually (meaning within 10 minutes) falls asleep on your shoulder while your hands continue to caress his hair.

• When you can’t sleep, he always urges you to wake him. He’ll make you chamomile tea and then cuddle you up to his chest, whisper sweet nothings while running his hand up and down your back until you drift off to sleep.

“Shh. just try sleep, mi estrella.” He whispers, stroking your hair and pressing kisses to your head. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, just relax.”

• He has to leave early in the mornings so he purposely sets an alarm twenty minutes before he actually needs to get up so he can just cuddle and admire you for a while.

• You would not think this man is a traumatised 6’9 superhero by the way he sleeps. His features are always so peaceful and his eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheeks.

• He’s a light sleeper and wakes up at any sounds. Even when you get up to use the bathroom he’ll wake up, but he denies it when you ask in the morning because he doesn’t want you to feel bad.

• His sleep attire just consists of a pair of boxers because he overheats in his sleep and he tends to just turn off his suit and crawls into bed with you the minute he gets home.

thank you for the notes on my last post!!

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beabidobi · 29 days

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Priorities || Miguel O'Hara x Wife Reader

WARNINGS: Loads of fluff, a few mentions of blood, mentions of pain, slight angst, children, Mama O'Hara in action, Baby O'Hara, stubborn Miguel O'Hara, father Miguel O'Hara, etc.

SUMMARY: Miguel got injured after a mission and you insist for your stubborn husband to go to the medical center.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got all of the medical information, especially the teething one, from the internet, so take it with a grain of salt since I didn't do much research on it. If it's wrong, please tell me and I'll correct it as soon as I can. :) And I know I'm a little late to publish this but I had to rewrite it twice because it kept on not getting saved.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

"She won't like this," Lyla remarked as she observed Miguel who was focused on tying the wound on his arm with a bandage. He didn't respond to Lyla's words, leading her to point out, "That cut isn't small either. It'll bleed right through the bandage if you keep it for long."

Miguel merely grumbled in response, feeling discomfort from his wound, while Lyla studied his wounded arm, concerned about the potential of an infection.

"I'm only going to check on the recruits' reports for a minute," Miguel voiced under his mask, before narrowing his eyes at Lyla, "and don't tell her about this. She already has enough to worry about."

Lyla rolled her eyes at Miguel's command, but surprisingly, she stayed silent instead of pestering him to tell you about his recent injury. It was unusual for her since Lyla would usually insist for Miguel to update you about everything after he had finished his missions, especially if he got injured. However, Miguel made no comment about it, not wanting to jinx his luck or change Lyla's mind to not pester him about it like last time.

When Miguel went into his office, expecting to see a large pile of reports on his desk, he was instead met with the sight of you standing in front of his desk, holding the baby car seat that carried your sleeping baby boy. Miguel would usually be in awe at the sight of his little boy and his beautiful wife, and he would have done so at that very moment. However, it was impossible for Miguel to not notice the intense glare you were shooting at him, telling him that he had fucked up.

"Whoops! I forgot to tell you, she's already in your office," Lyla said casually, her tone nonchalant, as if she had known about your arrival and purposely chose not to tell Miguel. And he couldn't shake the feeling that Lyla did do it on purpose.

Miguel cursed in his mind and made a mental note to find a way to get Lyla to notify him of your arrival at HQ in the future, although he knew it would most likely fail due to how much she adore you over him.

"Miguel O'Hara," your voice was sharp and stern yet it was laced with concern as well, your eyes glancing back and forth between his face and his wound, "why aren't you at the medical center right now?"

"I need to check on the reports, cariño," Miguel stated, already expecting your disbelief and the scolding you were going to give him for his stubbornness. Before you could voice your protest to Miguel, he interjected, "I was only going to take them and check it in the medical center while they treat me."

That wasn't Miguel's original plan though. He had intended to put off going to the medical center for as long as he could to continue working, possibly only going to the medical center at the last hour of the day. That way, you wouldn't scold him for not treating his wound and ban him from going on missions for a while, which you have done in the past. You can be a really scary lady at times. Although he was very intelligent, Miguel tend to be obsessed with finishing his work at times to the point that he would dismiss his wounds and insist that they were only "small scratches".

They weren't just "small scratches".

And knowing your husband's tendencies, you found it hard to believe that he had planned to take the reports to the medical center with him instead of continuing his work in his office. Raising an eyebrow, Miguel was prepared for you to question him about it. However, instead of pressing further on the matter, you surprised Miguel by asking, "And have you eaten yet before your mission?"

"Of course I have—" Miguel paused mid-sentence, suddenly realizing that he hadn't eaten anything before the mission. In fact, the only thing preventing him from experiencing gastric pains was likely the peanut butter and jelly sandwich you had made for him that morning. However, at that moment, Miguel also realized the reason you had come to headquarters- he had forgotten to bring the homemade lunch you had packed for him before he left for work.

Tilting his head slightly to the side, he caught a glimpse of the lunch box you had brought for him on his desk, along with a small note containing your usual declarations of love for him, which never failed to bring him motivation. He cherished these notes, keeping them secretly tucked away in a special place.

"Mi vida, how long have you been waiting for me?" Guilt began to brew in Miguel's stomach, knowing that you wouldn't mind waiting for him to return from his mission just to catch a glimpse of him for a moment.

You shook your head gently. "I didn't mind waiting," you responded back, avoiding his question. The mission had stretched on for more than three hours, and with it already being around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the fact that you weren't one to delay meals, Miguel knew you had likely been waiting for almost three hours for him as well.

Before Miguel could respond, he felt something trickling down his arm. Looking down, he saw blood seeping from his wound. You quickly rushed to Miguel's side and inspected the injury, a frown forming on your face. "We have to go to the medical center now before it gets infected," you firmly said, taking no arguments from him. "The reports can wait. It won't be the end of the world, amor. Peter and the others will take care of it."

Miguel nodded and gently took the baby car seat from you with his uninjured arm, though you tried to protest, insisting that he was in no condition to carry anything and that you were perfectly capable of carrying baby Benjamin yourself.

As he carried Benjamin, Miguel felt a wave of guilt wash over him for forgetting to bring the homemade lunch you had worked so hard on to work, especially since you were barely getting enough rest lately from taking care of Benjamin who recently began having teething pains and became increasingly restless due to it.

Miguel had done his best to help soothe Benjamin's teething pain whenever he could, even taking a few days off work to care for him alongside you at home. However, he eventually had to return to work, as the Spider Society needed him physically for missions as well. At first, Miguel wanted to hide his injury from you to avoid adding more stress, but he knew you would find out about his wound eventually.

On the way to the medical center, Miguel made sure to be mindful of his steps, not wanting to wake Benjamin up. The last thing either of you needed was for him to wake up, especially since the poor baby was already struggling to sleep due to his teething pain.

When Miguel arrived at the medical center, the spider-healer in charge was slightly surprised to see him, knowing how stubborn he could be and how he sometimes insisted on treating his own wounds. However, it made sense to the healer when you arrived alongside him. The spider-healer pulled aside a chair for Miguel to sit on while they began treating the wound on his arm.

Throughout the treatment, Miguel remained quiet, only grunting slightly as the healer worked. You watched the healer's movements carefully, placing a comforting hand over Miguel's to soothe him. A moment after the healer was finished stitching Miguel's wound up, Benjamin began to cry from the baby car seat, slowly waking up from his slumber.

Miguel's eyes softened as he watched you lift the crying baby from the car seat, cradling him close to your chest. You rocked Benjamin gently back and forth, murmuring soft words of comfort as you rubbed his back soothingly. Benjamin's cries gradually softened, feeling warmth from his mother's embrace.

"Did you have a nightmare, Benji?" You asked the seven month old in a gentle tone, as he lifted his head from your chest, his eyes looking around his surroundings until he stopped at Miguel. With a soft noise, Benjamin leaned towards his father, seeking comfort in his arms.

Miguel's heart swelled with warmth at Benjamin's action, and he carefully accepted him into his arms, mindful of his stitched arm. Despite the caution, you could see Miguel's eyes sparkle with love and adoration as he held Benjamin close.

Miguel chuckled affectionately as Benjamin grabbed a handful of his dark hair with his tiny hands. "Did you miss me, tesoro?" he asked Benjamin, his voice filled with warmth. In response, Benjamin babbled happily, his tiny hands still tightly gripping Miguel's hair.

"I'm sorry for not telling the truth to you, mi amor," Miguel apologized to you sincerely, his voice laced with regret. With Benjamin now distracted by the toys you had brought, Miguel took a moment to express his remorse, gazing into your eyes for forgiveness.

He reached out, gently grasping your hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckle in a comforting gesture. "You were already stressed with Benjamin, and I didn't want to worry you any more with my injury," Miguel explained softly.

You sighed, expressing your concerns gently but firmly. "Miggy, I'm always grateful for how hard you work for our family, and I understand how important your role is in the Spider Society. But I sometimes get worried that you're not taking care of yourself properly at work like you used to, especially after what happened today," you frowned, knowing that Miguel's old work habits were hard to shake off.

As you intertwined your fingers with his, you continued, your voice filled with genuine care, "You getting injured worries me a lot, but what worries me more is the way you brush off your injuries and continue pushing yourself as if nothing happened."

Worry was evident in your eyes. "Please promise me that you'll prioritize your health over your work and treat your wounds properly after missions. And if you're struggling to remember to eat and drink, I can come by here everyday and remind you about it. I'm still on maternity leave, remember?" You added with a reassuring smile, showing him how much you care about his health.

He squeezed your hand gently. "I remember, and you're right. I promise to take better care of myself for you and Benjamin," He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, feeling grateful for your love and care.

Benjamin, ever the adorable child he is, wiggled his way between you and Miguel, continuing to babble joyfully. With chubby fingers, he repeatedly pointed to his cheek, a clear invitation for you and Miguel to leave kisses.

"Do you want a kiss too, Benji?" you cooed, your voice filled with affection and awe at the little boy's action. Without waiting for an answer, you peppered Benjamin with kisses all over his face, earning delighted squeals of laughter from him.

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle, staring at you and Benjamin with a smile, as he was silently thankful for the chance to have his own family again.

#i want to marry him #and give him a massive hug #UGH #😩#miguel o’hara

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beabidobi · 30 days

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oohooo i saw you asked for ideas

i had this mig x civilian reader where the readers like rlly affectionate and hugs miguel a lot whenever he comes home and is physically affectionate

but like one day maybe through peter or lyla or someone she gets to know miguel normally finds physical touch annoying and she feels guilty

so she doesn’t hug him when he comes home and he’s like ???? but she’s reluctant to do anything for fear of making him uncomfortable or annoyed at her and it goes on for a while and mig is not afraid he’s done something because the only person he truly loves to be physically affectionate with now isn’t doing anything with him

and it’s all resolved because they communicate like good adults 😭😭

ahhh I love this

f!reader x miguel o’hara (although no pronouns are used I don’t think)

warnings: literally just fluff, teeny tiny sprinkle of angst

You’ve always been a very affectionate person, often wanting to be close to your loved ones as much as you can. Especially your partner Miguel, who you’d give most of your affection to. Kissing his cheek whenever you get the chance, sleeping against his chest and greeting him at the door with a hug whenever he arrived home. He’d return your hug everytime, which you always thought wasn’t just for your own benefit, but for his too. It came a bit of a shock when Peter mentioned he hated physical touch, finding it annoying and a waste of time.

While Peter was showing you pictures of Mayday being reluctantly held by Miguel, you were mostly tuning out his waffling until you catch him say, “But it’s Miguel, he hates people touching him.”

You already knew he could be quite distant sometimes, but you never thought he didn’t like your touchiness. You never once thought it was making him uncomfortable or annoyed, but maybe it was. “He does?”

“Have you met the man? He avoids it like it’s the plague. Apparently it’s a waste of his time.” Peter replies and goes back to scrolling through his photo album of Mayday.

After a long day of saving the multiverse, Miguel was ready to go home to his partner. Ready to indulge in your sweetness and love, which you were always eager to give. So when he arrived home and didn’t hear your footsteps rushing to greet him, he was concerned.

“Amor?” He calls, walking to the living room where your sat on the couch reading a magazine. [Love]

“Hey, how was work?” You ask, glancing up from the book.

Either he’s done something wrong or you’re upset about something else. “Same as usual, are you okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m good. Do you want pizza tonight?” You didn’t seem mad at him, but then again you rarely were so he couldn’t tell.

“Sure, I’m going to get changed.” He says, disappearing into the bedroom. He changes into sweats and checks around for something he may have done. You were stocked up on toothpaste, he’d made his side of the bed, he’d even closed the toilet seat.

Miguel returns back to the living room, sitting on the couch next to you, fully expecting you to come and snuggle up to him or sit on his lap, as you usually do. But nothing. You acknowledge he’s there but make no movement.

“Did you order the pizza yet?” He asks.

You simply nod, “Yeah. Did you want something else?”

“No, I’m fine.”

He’s far from fine. He’s sure he’s on the verge of going insane at the distance between you two. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks, knowing you always like to lay on his chest when you both watch tv together.

“Sure.”

An hour later, the movie credits were rolling and you were still on the opposite side of the couch. You’d eaten and talked to him, but still didn’t come closer and it was killing him.

The final straw was when you both went to bed. You always slept with your head on his chest or spooned against his back with your legs entangled with his, but once again you made no effort to lie in his arms.

“Mi amor, what are you doing?” He asks, lips turned downwards in a frown. [My love]

“I thought we were going to sleep.” You reply, equal confusion written on your face.

“No, I mean why are you not touching me?” He asks, a rare vulnerability in his voice. “Did I do something?”

“What, no!” You exclaim, confusing him even further.

“Then what’s wrong?” You could’ve started bawling at the expression on his face. He truly thought he’d done something wrong, eager to fix it.

“You haven’t done anything, it’s just that, well, I was talking with Peter and he mentioned that you hate physical touch and I was worried you found me overbearing or clingy.” You explain.

“Peter.” Miguel scowls and his voice grows soft as he reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Cariño, you should never listen to that idiot.” [Honey]

“So you don’t hate it?” You ask, relief rushing through you.

“Well, I do, but I’ve never hated it with you.” He says, continuing when your eyebrows furrow. “I’ve always disliked any touch because it’s not comfortable for me, that’s until I met you. I don’t think I can live without your touch, in fact I don’t want to. So can we please go to sleep, with you in my arms?”

You smile softly and nod, “Sorry for being silly.”

He shakes his head, smiling and pulling you into his arms. “Don’t apologise. Moral of the story, don’t listen to anything Peter says.” He grins, dropping a kiss to your head. “Te amo.” [I love you]

You laugh softly, returning the words before drifting off to sleep. “Love you too.”

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beabidobi · 1 month

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𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗡'﹒◟𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀◝

（IMAGINE）﹔a cuddle session with miguel !

(⛔️) fluff ﹢ established relationship !

a/n: this has been marinating in my drafts for too long ! i know it's quite short and i apologize for that ! have fun reading !

it's one of those days—moments where words were not enough; lingering touches on the skin; glances and stares that couldn't even convey half of what he feels whenever your limbs are tangled underneath the comfortable blanket, enveloped by its warmth. the radiance of the wide television baskets in the living room with a soft, flickering light as the colorful pixels of the current movie—a historical drama. outside, the city has been adorned with a veil of monochrome skies and rain hitting the windows of every building, but within the confines of your home, both of you were shielded from the bad weather by being holed up in your own little sanctuary.

your soft curls brush against the broad chest of your beloved miguel. you nestled closer to him; the cool touch of his embrace sent shivers down your spine, yet you found solace in the safety of his arms wrapped around your back. "you know," the man murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you have a real talent for finding the cheesiest movies. it's almost hilarious." with an eye role that held no actual malice—you let out a soft huff. "it's a classic. but i'll agree that's a bit corny." with the characters on the screen doing whatever it is—the two of you let the comfortable silence embrace you. by the time the movie reached its half, miguel felt his attention drift to you. just taking a moment to actually admire you more than he usually does. that glister in your eyes when you are focused, the grin that almost came on automatically when you greeted him. not forgetting the kindness you carry around that would bring an endless amount of angels to shame—

"miguel, you're staring quite a bit. are you doing alright?" not saying anything, the man let out a content sigh as he lowered his head down enough to capture your lips, soft and sweet. it was a silent declaration of love; he never gets tired of showing you again and again. until the earth stops turning and pigs start flying. "i love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of raindrops.

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beabidobi · 1 month

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hear me out… the spiderman kiss with miguel 👉🏾👈🏾

it’s a canon event for every spidey (source: trust me)

YES ITS A CANON EVENT, SOURCE: ME!!!!

“thank you for dropping me home.” you say.

walking up the few steps to your house and getting to the front door, you turn to see miguel looking towards you with eyes that gleamed even within the charcoal blue night.

he however, stood at the bottom step.

“no worries.” he flashes with a strong smile. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

you wave him off as he turns himself around and proceeds to walk the way you both came. it was disappointing, because you thought the date had gone really well and that you were finally making progress with the man. however, seeing him be that eager to go made your heart sag.

you unlock the door to your apartment and walk in, dumping your bag by the door along with your shoes.

normally after you had a night out and the evening was still young, youd at least have a drink or a few snacks to yourself but all you wanted to do was go to your room and sulk.

flipping on your light switch, you sigh as you fling yourself onto your bed back first, your arm covering over your eyes. you would have stayed like that had it not been for the knock at your bedroom window. suddenly getting up, you shuffle towards it before opening the glass vertically. your face automatically lights up once you see who it is.

“miguel!”

he still had his shirt and smart pants on — smile as big as ever — but the man was hanging upside down in front of the glass.

“i forgot sumn.” he says, but as soon as does, he’s capturing your face in his and pulling you to kiss him within the gap of the window.

the kiss is so tailored for you that it makes you think he’d been practicing elsewhere. you’re not sure if the thought of that made you jealous or if it made you feel special that he’d do all that just for you.

regardless, once miguel (reluctantly) pulls back from the kiss, you stick your arm out to lightly hit his shoulder.

“idiot.”

“really thought i’d just leave you hanging dry like that, huh?”

rolling your eyes, you walk away from your window and back to your bed, only this time you sit on it with your arms splayed behind you.

“whatever. you coming in or not?”

miguel unlatches himself from his webs which drop him on the fire stairway just under your window before crawling up the remainder of the wall and scrambling into your bedroom.

“oh!” he says with a devious grin as soon as he lands onto your floor. “i thought you’d never ask.”

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beabidobi · 1 month

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I saw you needed ideas/requests, so I got u 👏

How would you imagine miguel to be when their partner gets their period? To me, he would be 100% mother goose 🪿 just full on overdrive. Getting everything they need - pads, tampons, weird food cravings, the whole shebang. And i totally envision him just peppering kisses all over them, cus he loves them so much and wants them to be comfy.

Yeah, at this point I'm venting cus I just got my period... Sorry for over-explaining 😅

★ Miguel O’Hara during your period headcanons

thank you for the request😩. hope you’re feeling okay!!

fem!reader x miguel o’hara

• Would literally react like you’re dying every time. Treats you like a porcelain doll by keeping you on strict bed rest if you’re not feeling well and making sure to get everything you need

• Stocks up on pads and tampons a week prior as he knows your cycle

• If you have cramps he’ll buy you dark chocolate and heat up a hot water bottle for you

• He will try to do anything to make you feel better wether it’s running you a hot bath, buying you an entire store or just cuddling you in bed

• If you’re a spider person, he’ll sign you out for the week and take days off himself if it’s bad

• Your food cravings seemed a bit weird to him at first, but eventually he made sure to have all the food you might want in the house

• Cooks all your meals and makes you chamomile tea to help with cramps

• This man does not care about the blood. You leaked on the sheets? He’ll set up a bath for you while he washes them and puts on new ones. Same with if you got it in your clothes. He’d wash them and help you change into new ones

“I promise, it’s fine mi vida.” He’ll say when you keep apologising for getting blood on the sheets. “It’s normal, and I’ll get it out. Go get in the bath, I’ll get you some fresh clothes out.” When you’re still not very reassured once you’ve finished in the bath he helps you into the new sheets, cuddling you and tells you over and over he doesn’t mind whatsoever. [my life]

• He’s learnt how to handle your mood swings, when you’re angry he knows you might want some space. If you’re feeling down, he’d be all over you, telling you how beautiful you are and peppering kiss all around your face

“Mi hermosa niña.” He mumbles, fingers tracing circles on your hips while he runs his other hand through your hair, pressing kisses to your cheek. “So perfect.” [my beautiful girl]

• He’s freakishly warm almost like a human heater so when you sleep, he’ll keep his warm hands on your lower abdomen to soothe the cramps

• He’ll watch all your favourite movies with you, with ice cream and chocolate of course

• Gets Lyla to check your vitals every few hours even though you’re absolutely fine

• Expect massages. He’ll massage your stomach and back when you’re cramping, even uses some essential oils sometimes to help calm you

“Just relax, ángel.” He’d say while gently starting to knead your stomach, the smell of lavender oil eventually lulling you to sleep.

• Again, he’s memorised your cycle so he’s always extra careful with you the week before because he knows your a little delicate

• He’s not a big singer, but he’ll hum you to sleep, most likely some Spanish lullaby

• Will urge you to join him for a walk if you’re feeling up to it since exercise can also help cramps

thank you for the suggestions so far, keep them coming :))

#miguel o'hara #headcanons #headcanon #my hcs #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x you #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #period #period headcanons #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #spider man 2099

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beabidobi · 1 month

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someone give me ideas or requests I have brain fog rn

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #fan fiction

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beabidobi · 1 month

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Quiet Loving

Summary: Miguel loves you and your little family so much.

A/N: made seconds before I fell asleep last night

In the comfort of your husbands arms, you buried yourself closer—it was never close enough in your opinion.

Miguel shared the same sentiment, his beefy and strong arms were firm around your body, tugging you closer in his lap. One arm around your waist and the other cradling your head in the crook of his neck.

When he held you like this, he felt at peace. He didn’t know how else to explain it other than that it felt right. It felt like it mattered—the only thing that mattered. He leaned into to smell your hair, your signature shampoo scent invading his senses and calming his nerves.

Miguel tightened his embrace around you. You were never close enough.

He loved you dearly. Too much, it was borderline concerning to others but not to you.

Footsteps patted down the stairs of your home. Lifting your head from his neck, Miguel groaned—missing the warmth and weight of you. He felt like half of his puzzle piece was missing.

You looked over to see the culprit of the loud unstable stomps down the steps. Your daughter Gabriella, in her purple pajamas, was holding her baby brother, Isaac. Your eyebrows knit in worry to match her own expression.

“Que pasó, mija?” You call out to her and she stands in front of you and Miguel on the couch. Gabriella bounces Isaac in her arms while he babbles and coughs.

“Zee-Zee woke up and I tried putting him back to sleep but…” She holds the baby out to you when Isaac winds up to start crying.

You quickly take your baby boy in your arms and cradle him to your chest. Miguel carefully shuffles you off his lap and tugs his daughter to him.

“I didn’t…I thought I could help Mami.” She whispers to her father. Miguel gives her a soft smile, reaching up to pat her head before ushering her in his lap.

She crawls into his embrace, resting her back on his chest and her head leans on his shoulder. Miguel brings his arms around his little girl, ignoring how bigger she’s gotten since the last time he held her like this.

“You did help Mami, mijita.” Miguel coos. His hand squeezes her tiny shoulder. “It’s the thought that counts. Did he just wake up?”

Gabriella shakes her head. “He was awake for a bit before I realized he wouldn’t sleep.”

Miguel nods and looks over at you as you held his son in your arms. His heart swells with love and pride. He couldn’t ask for a better woman to be the mother of his kids. He couldn’t ask for a better wife to be married to him. He couldn’t ask for a better person to spend his remaining days with.

“Well, I think you did a pretty good job. He didn’t start crying until he saw Mama right?” Gabriella nods. “That means Isaac knew you were there for him. And you knew to bring him to Mama so when he saw her, he felt safe enough to start crying. You did your part, corazón.”

Gabriella sighs, not feeling convinced. Miguel pokes her chest where a purple star was printed on her pajama shirt.

“And I’ll even ignore the fact that you were supposed to be sleeping.” He whispers next to her ear and Gabriella giggles.

“Sorry, Papi.” She mumbles bashfully and hides in his neck. Miguel’s heart softens. He could never be mad at his princess. His hand pets her hair which lulls her to sleep. She was still at an age where early bedtimes were a must, her little body unable to handle staying awake past 10:30.

“It’s okay. It’ll be our little secret.” He whispers as she yawns and snuggles close to her father, her chubby cheek squished on his firm chest.

You look over and grow amused at the sight. A tough man with scars and hard features, turned into putty when his little girl was curled into a ball in his arms. He always held a soft spot for his firstborn—his princess. Miguel’s eyes meet yours and they brightened. No matter what, however, you held most of the space in his heart—his queen.

“Bed?” You asked him softly as you rocked Isaac in your arms. He nodded and you both got up from the couch to head upstairs to their room. Miguel grunted as he moved Gabriella carefully, tucking his arm underneath her legs to carry her bridal style. Gabriella got even not comfortable and Miguel noticed how heavier she’d gotten. He bites back a smile, a soft twinge of melancholy as he realizes how much she’s growing.

You place Isaac in his crib, making sure to wrap him snuggly in his blanket and surrounding the corners and walls with pillows in case he rolls around. Miguel puts Gabriella down gently in her twin sized bed, tucking her blanket up to her chin and plopping her stuffed teddy bear by her head.

Miguel feels you wrap your arms around his waist, you head between his shoulder blades. Miguel grows goosebumps along his skin and he can’t resist the urge to turn around to face you. He cups your cheeks and leans down to pepper your smiling face with kisses. You stifle giggles, not wanting to wake the children.

“Miggy..!” You whisper to him but he only takes you back into his arms where you belong. The only way to stop him from showering you in his affection was when you physically pulled him off you, your hand ins his hair. He has a dopey grin on his face, a look of utter bliss of just putting his kids to sleep with the woman he loves. The woman he had these beautiful babies with. The woman who gave him these beautiful babies. He could never thank you enough.

Miguel shuts the door behind him, making sure all lights are turned off and double checking that the kids are asleep. Back in your bedroom, Miguel is on you once more. His body weighs on top of yours while he kisses you deeply and lovingly. If you two were younger, it would’ve delved into intimacy—stripping off clothes and having to cover your moans with his hand.

But these kisses were anything but lustful. They were a love letter, a language that only you two understood. Miguel spoke of his admiration for you, not just for your body but for your mind and soul. Each kiss was gentle and left no room for longing when he added another kiss immediately right after the other.

His hands pulled your body up to him. No matter how hard he tried he was always unsatisfied that you weren’t close enough. It was never enough. He wanted to drown in you, worship you and be one with you. Some call him obsessed.

He sighed after one final kiss, but even then his lips lingered above yours. Miguel’s eyes followed each scar you had, each freckle or mole, the color of your lips—oh, he adored it all.

“Te amo, te quiero.” He whispered, hurriedly like he needed you to know even when you already did. He was hopelessly in love with you.

“I love you more.” You whisper back.

“Impossible.”

You smile, knowing that Miguel would always want to win this game of who loved each other more. He was so stubborn it would go on for days. When you relented, he rewarded you with love—kissing you silly until you were breathless. Despite being the “loser”, you always felt like the winner at the end.

Miguel rests on top of you, your hand in his hair as his nose breathes by your neck. Your fingernails scratch his scalp and he hums in delight. His thumb rubs up and down your skin by your stomach. He feels the scars of your stretch marks and the rest of the chub you had gained from pregnancy. You never got a second of doubt in your mind when all Miguel did was remind you how gorgeous you were to him.

He lazily presses more kisses to your neck until he grew too sleepy to move. Miguel had grown comfortable in your arms while you held him and his weight felt nice—especially when he could be switched out with a blanket.

Miguel finally falls into a deep slumber and you follow suit, his hand slowly coming to a stop.

A/N: i feel like if miguel hugged me i wouldn’t be mentally ill 🤔

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𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐭

P5 (last) - “i sit and watch you.”

P4 - “but you tolerate it.”

pairing: f!reader x miguel o’hara

content warnings: angst, post breakup, no happy ending, miguel kinda stalking you (but not creepily yk?)

word count: 477

authors note: thank you all so much for the support, I hope you enjoyed this small series <3

It’d been almost seven months since you and Miguel broke up and seven months since you’d been on a date. That’s why you were so jittery on your way to dinner with a colleague who asked you out. After the taxi leaves, you enter the restaurant and spot the familiar face. He waves you over and you sit across from him, smiling and trading greetings before ordering.

The night was going by fairly quickly, you were having fun and it definitely wasn’t going as bad as you thought it would having associated this place with Miguel. After an hour, you’d both eaten and waiting for a dessert menu while talking about your interests. You both enjoyed the same movies, books and music; as if you were a perfect match, laughing and discussing until another hour flew by.

Miguel O’Hara could recognise the back of you from anywhere. So when he’s on his way home from HQ, swinging from building to building and he spots an awfully familiar woman stepping out of a taxi in front of the same restaurant he used to take you, he has to stop in his tracks, almost bashing into a wall.

He perches himself onto a roof across the street and looks down into the large transparent windows and sure enough, there you were sat at a booth across from some guy. A guy Miguel currently wanted to gut like a fish. But the way you were laughing. The way your face lit up as if this guy had told the funniest joke in the world. You used to look at him like that at the good times of your relationship, until those looks turned into sadness and disappointment.

Don’t get me wrong, he still wanted to kill the man across from you in unimaginable ways, but he couldn’t help thinking how much happier you looked. All he wanted was you to be happy, and of course he knew it couldn’t be with him.

He must have been there for almost fifteen minutes, staring at you and your companion, before his watch pings and Lyla pops up at his side reporting a nearby shop robbery. Taking one more look at you, he sighs and retreats from the roof edge.

You weren’t sure if you’d gone insane or your brain was playing some horrible trick on you. Because you could’ve sworn you’d seen the flash of Miguel’s holographic suit from the corner of your eye on a roof nearby. Obviously it was the latter, as your brain loved to mess with you, reminding you of Miguel the minute you were having fun.

“Y/n? You okay?” Your colleague Nate asked when he saw the way your face paled slightly while looking outside. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Snapping out of your delusion, you focus back on him with your best attempt at smile. “I’m good.”

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𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐭

P4 - “but you tolerate it.”

P3 - “i know my love should be celebrated.”

pairing: f!reader x miguel o’hara

content warnings: angst, arguing, breaking up🫣, slightly suggestive but sfw, no happy ending

word count: 491

By the time you get home after a walk to clear your mind, Miguel is sat on the sofa. “Y/n, I’m so sorry I lost track of time-”

“Miguel, I’m not in the mood.” You wave him off and walk to the bedroom, unzipping your dress to change. Miguel follows you in.

“I’m sorry, how many times do I have to say it? We can reschedule.” He says, lowering your hand and helping you unzip the dress. “Let me help you forgive me.” He murmurs, pressing kisses to your jaw and neck.

You close your eyes for a second before nudging him away. “I can’t. I can’t do this anymore, Miguel!”

“Can’t do what? Y/n, we can figure this out.” He says, “You know my works important, I can’t just leave whenever.”

“That’s the thing. You always prioritise your work over me and you always will. I’ve come to realise that but it doesn’t mean I have to settle for it.” You say. “I don’t- I don’t think we should do this anymore.”

“Mi amor-” He starts but you cut him off.

“If I asked you to, would you choose me over your work?” You ask, an ultimatum.

The look in his eyes and the hesitation of his words says it all, “Y/n, I can’t just-”

“Yes or no?” You ask again.

He looks down, taking a breath and quietly responds “No.”

Those words confirmed it was over. “I’m gonna pack my stuff. I can stay with my sister tonight.” You state quietly, walking to the closet for bags.

“Wait, hang on. We’re happy together, you can’t just throw that away in one night.” He exclaims and grabs your wrist.

“I’m not happy, Miguel. I love you but I’m not happy anymore.”

I’m not happy anymore. Letting go of your hand, he watches as you start packing your clothes and resists the urge to stop you, to make you stay. “Do you need any help?”

“I’m okay.” You were far from, but you mostly just wanted to leave as soon as you could.

He nods and walks out. He sits at the kitchen table, working a hand through his hair. The sounds of you rummaging around, collecting and packing away all your possessions. You were doing it. You were leaving him. He couldn’t say you didn’t deserve better. You deserved the world and he couldn’t give it to you. He never would have and he knows it.

You emerge from the bedroom, bags in hand and a few stray tears on your cheeks. He expected you to say goodbye, to say something and it hurt like a million shards of glass in his skin when you were silent as you left your house key and walked out the door.

“Boss, there’s a new anomaly detected.” Lyla appears at his side, her usually smug and sassy tone now soft.

Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before replying, “Open a portal.”

P5 (last)- “i sit and watch you.”

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Here, Kitty Kitty

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is your world's Black Cat. A/N: me when there's no fanfic of miguel as black cat: fine, ill do it myself Art: Marbipa on twt

Miguel x Reader, No warnings, a little suggestive but that's it, Word Count: 2,535

Swinging on your webs, you hopped from building to building and made sure to to keep an eye out for any more crime during your patrol. You hoped that tonight would be a breeze but unfortunately, the life of a superhero will never rest. You landed by one of the police antennas and heard a call coming through their radios. Tilting your head, you focused on the frequencies to get a better signal. "All units be advised. We've got a call for a robbery in Lower Manhattan. Heading there now, requesting backup." You glanced up at the sky seeing the moon illuminate brightly. "I guess I could help the boys in blue." You shrug and thwip your web shooters, the silk spinning and sticking to another building before jumping off to gain momentum. You hauled yourself up after swinging, diving down between apartments and just barely slipping through a couple fire exits. You thought about who it might be this time. Maybe it was the Shocker again. Oh, he was always so easy to make fun of. No, that wasn't possible: you put him in prison. You just hoped it wasn't another one of Tombstone's men--they were always a little too cocky. Maybe just a couple of randoms trying to make extra cash the wrong way–a boring way to end the night but at least it'd be easy. You swung faster after hearing the sirens of police cars echoing throughout the night of New York. You saw a few police cars behind you and you giggled to yourself, playing a one sided game of who would get there faster. Always the competitive one you were, you stuck your webs onto two poles and pulled back so hard that they bent slightly. Your forearms burned until you let go, slingshotting yourself in the sky and allowing yourself to glide above the city. You wished to take off your mask and feel the breeze properly but you settled for the ripples flapping on your suit. "Robbery, robbery, robbery..." You murmured, swiveling your head around to see where the robbery could've been. You blinked as you spotted the familiar colors of blue and red flashing in the distance. "Robbery!" You grinned.

Zipping through the wind, you landed above what you now see is a jewelry store. You crawl into the shadows, making sure none of the policemen could see you. "Hm. I guess they win this time." You mutter to yourself about your little game. Perching on the ledge, you listened in on their conversation. "Any security footage?" One policewoman asks. "We're checking them now but so far after entering the perimeter, all cameras have been damaged." "Did you see what was stolen?" "A few rings and bracelets. But the owner is more concerned with a diamond necklace. Says it was going to be auctioned off later this weekend." You tilt your head in thought. And they got away? Definitely not some regular citizens. You began to feel a headache creep on you. You couldn't handle another big bad to fight this weekend. You stepped down from the ledge carefully and walked around the top of the building to find a vent. Once you did, you ripped it open and crawled inside, your body sticking to the ceiling. You looked around and saw various cases filled with glittering jewels, ranging in size and colors. You crawled through another room and hopped off the ceiling with a small thud. Looking behind you, you made sure no one had seen you and you began rummaging through the room to find any evidence lying around to catch the perpetrator.

You found yourself in front of the glowing case in the middle. You circled around it, the eyes of your mask squinting at the empty sloth that would've fit a giant diamond necklace inside. The glass was perfectly intact instead of ruthlessly shattered. This was no common thief. No fingerprints, everything was spotless and clean. You took a closer look. "Looking for this, arañita?" You hear a smooth voice behind you. You spin around, shooting your webs to trap the wrist of the stranger behind you to the wall. The familiar tall man you've had a complicated relationship with, Miguel O'Hara a.k.a. Black Cat. His skin tight black suit hugged his built body, white fur fluffed at his forearms and around his shoulders. His suit was opened at his chest, a long slit that gave everyone a nice view of his tanned skin littered with little black and graying hairs. His dark brown eyes were decorated with a thin diamond shaped mask that did little to hide his ‘secret identity’. His dark brown hair was in its usual slick back, gray strands curling in his locks and a pretty black collar around his neck. He tilted his head at you and lifted his other hand to cut your webs off him with an extracted claw. “Eso es como se trata un amigo? I thought your whole thing was being friendly, arañita.” Miguel says light-heartedly, unphased at the way your mask narrowed at him. You noticed that the hand you had webbed up was holding onto a pouch. Miguel slips open the pouch by its strings, lifting out the diamond necklace. He clips it around his neck and it shines in the moonlight that seeps through the ceiling window. He admires his reflection in the cases, his gloved hand caresses the jewels, his nail being gentle with grazing over it. “Isn’t she just a beauty? She’s not my style, personally, but I can appreciate her.” His eyes meet yours and he grins. “I think you would make it look even more beautiful.” You ignore his blatant flirting, your hands itching at your sides, wanting to snatch the pouch from him and return it to the police so the owner could have a good night’s rest–so you could have a good night’s rest. Now knowing the one behind this was Black Cat, your headache had gotten worse and you knew it’d be a long night. Miguel stalks up to you after taking the necklace off and placing it back in his pouch.

“What’s wrong, arañita? Cat got your tongue?” He smirked, his claw grazing under your chin and making you look up at him. You bit down on your tongue. This cat always had a way of pissing you off. “I thought we agreed you’d put this behind you. You’re rich. What more could you possibly want?” You grab his wrist and take his hand off from your chin. “Would you believe me if I said I just wanted your attention?” His lips curl up, showing off his fangs. “No.” “Ouch. I’m hurt. I thought we had something.” His smile doesn't falter. “Give back the jewels, Miguel.” ‘Hmm. No. These could go for a lot of money. Way more than whatever that auction it is they’re doing.”

“Miguel, you promised me you would be good.”

His eyes soften for a split second. The memory of your last encounter months ago where you two had spent the night together in the city up on the Empire State building. Your relationship was a confusing one. There had been nights where you were on opposite sides and other nights where he answered your call for help.

Miguel began to trust you. Despite his tendencies to slip between your fingers, you always spoke to him kindly when he wasn’t pushing your buttons–even then he knew you never harbored any actual hatred for him. So after a long night, he confided in you that this was his new life and it wouldn’t change–he’d always come back to a life of crime, it’s who he was. You believed he was better than that.

That night before he disappeared for months, he pulled up your mask just enough to see your lips and he kissed you, leaving with a promise to do better. But cats were known to do whatever they wanted. “You know I’m not good like you, arañita.” His smile turns melancholy. “But you could be.” You insisted. “Give me the pouch.” “I can’t do that, amor.”

You huffed through your nose, jaw clenching, and you tried to snatch the bag from his hand as quickly as you could. Miguel was faster, his clawed hand grabbing you and forcing you to bend over the glass display of jewelry with your arm behind your back.

You grunted when your cheek met the hard glass and attempted to worm your way out of his hold. You feel Miguel lean over your body, his warm breath whispering next to your ear.

“I've thought about you like this. Maybe with a little less clothing.” He teases and chuckles when you stiffen.

“Miguel.” You warn lowly.

“It's been nice seeing you again, arañita, but I've got to run.” You hear a dull clanking sound along with a small whizz.

You felt rope like strings wrap around your body and arms and suction themselves to the glass he slammed you on, trapping you.

Shit.

You crane your head as much as you could to see Miguel take a step back away from you. Just for shits and giggles, he plucks a pair of earrings from a stand and places it inside his bag before raising his hand up at the ceiling window.

Miguel gives you a wink and a charming smile and his grappling hook zips out from his wrist, denting itself in the wall. It pulls him up and he pops the window open, successfully escaping without leaving a trace.

You groan and knock your forehead on the cold glass. With your strength, you pop the rope off you, stretching your arm and wrist out.

Police began to enter inside the building, their commotion and their comms going off and getting closer to you.

Collecting the ropes, you webbed yourself out through the same window Miguel used and closed it behind you. You tossed the ropes away and began swinging around, trying to sense any trace of Miguel.

“Dammit, kitty.” You mutter under your breath. You ignored the way your heart pounded as you scanned every nearby corner. The sight of him after so long sent flutters in your stomach. You ignored the lingering hot touch of his fingers around you, the weight of his body towering over yours. His hips that gently bucked up against–

You tumbled on the roof of a brick building. This was not how you wanted your night to go. You let out deep breaths, your arms and legs spread out as you lay on your back.

After a couple of minutes, you sat up. You ripped your mask off and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You felt a turmoil of emotions.

When Miguel had kissed you that night, it broke your heart. He felt so sure of himself to give you affection but at the cost of his disappearance right after. It hurt but you thought if he could turn his life around for the better, it'd be worth all the heartbreak and what ifs.

You stood up and placed your mask back on your head, your arm raising up to shoot a web when your spider senses alerted you of someone.

You turn around to see Miguel, half of his body in the shadows.

“I don't have the pouch so don't shoot.” He raises his hands in a mock surrender.

“Didn't you say you needed to run?” Your voice spits and Miguel nods.

“I also said it was nice to see you again.” He walks up to you, his hands gently placing themselves on your hips. You stand tall, not wanting him to know his effect on you. “So forgive me, I'm a little selfish. I wanted to see you one more time.”

“Why are you back?” You mumble. Why are you back in New York?

“I'm sorry, corazón. You know me. It's what I do.”

“So you lied to me.”

Miguel winces. “No. No, I didn't. I tried, believe me.” His hands squeeze your hips. “I tried for you but…it's not for me. This,” He gestures to himself, clad in black spandex and white fur. “This is who I am now. It's how I have to live.”

He cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your mask-covered face. He wonders what you looked like underneath. Were you as beautiful as your body? Your heart? He dreamed so. He knew so.

“I still don't believe that.” You whisper, leaning into his touch, hands slowly going around the back of his neck and he takes it as an invite to bring you closer.

“You're still so naive.” He murmurs.

“You said you liked that about me.” You quipped. Miguel chuckles.

“I did say that.”

You feel a smile creep up on your face, your heart feeling lighter at the sound of his laugh.

“Hopefully we'll cross paths more often now that I'm back in New York.” Miguel grins. “Te extrañe.”

“I missed you too.” You whisper. With your chest pressed up against his, you could faintly feel the rumble of him purring. Miguel's claws run under your throat, flicking up the fabric of your mask to expose just a bit of your neck as if wanting to lift it off. “But you know I have to turn you in for robbing.” You add.

“Hm. A shame.” He mumbles dismissively. He continues to ride up your mask and you let him. He stops at your nose and leaves it there, eyes focused on the way your lips parted. “Kiss for good luck?” He asks. His eyes glint when you licks your lips subconsciously.

“You’re pushing it, kitty.” You mumble back but your arms tighten around him. Miguel purrs at the pet name.

“Just one kiss.” He insists, leaning down to brush his lips against your mask where your forehead was. You tilt his head further down with your hand at the back of his head and he follows. With your guidance, his lips find yours and your heart skips a beat. Miguel tugs you closer by the waist, pressing your chest and hips together. His hands crawl up your spine while he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. You match his pace with your eyes closed while you feel his soft lump lips caressing yours. You didn’t know how long the kiss lasted–not when his hands roamed your body, squeezing you and devouring as much of your tiny moans as he could. Your hands curled up at the base of his neck while he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip. Gasping, you allowed him access but he pulled away. “I’ll see you next time, arañita.” Miguel whispers against your lips,the fangs of his teeth gently nibble on your top lip before he pulls away. He squeezes your waist, his touch lingering and aching to keep you near but he lets go. He takes a step back from you and jumps back into the night, the sound of his grappling hook zipping through the air faintly. You sigh, trying to slow down your heartbeat with a hand over your chest when suddenly you pause. “Dammit…” You huff and kick a pebble away from you.

a/n: black cat miguel o'hara if you can hear me, please save me, save me black cat miguel o'hara

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beabidobi · 2 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐭

P3 - “i know my love should be celebrated.”

P2 - “tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow.”

pairing: f!reader x miguel o’hara

content warnings: angst, lil bit of fluff, relationship negligence, swearing, no happy ending

word count: 569

authors note: thank you for all the notes on this series so far :)

You wake up to the sound of Miguel clattering around the medicine cabinet. You’d fell asleep on the couch last night after your argument and your back ached from the uncomfortableness. Miguel appears in the doorway, with a glass of water and a painkiller, obviously feeling the effects of his hangover. “Did you sleep on the couch last night?” He asks, popping the tablet in his mouth.

“Well, I didn’t have much of a choice.” You reply plainly whilst fixing the pillows on the couch and standing up.

“About last night… look, I was drunk. I didn’t mean what I said.” Miguel says walking over to you and placing his glass on the coffee table. He brushes a stray stand of hair from your face, a big change from the lack of touch the last few days, surprising you. “Can we just forget about it?”

You didn’t want to forget about it because you had meant what you said, but you’re desperate for things to go back the way they were so you just nod.

“I love you.” He says for the first time this week and presses a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you. You bury your head in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent. “I love you too.” You murmur against his shirt.

Something pings and you feel him lift his arm to glance at his watch. “Shit, I gotta go. How about dinner tonight?” He asks, pulling back.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You agree, glad to be almost back to normal. He pecks your cheek before activating his suit and opening a portal. “I’ll send you the dinner details.” He says before disappearing.

── ⋆⋅ ୨୧ ⋅⋆ ──

After doing your hair and makeup, you change into the dark red dress you brought for tonight. You spray on some of your favourite perfume and pull on a pair of heels before grabbing your purse and car keys. You and Miguel had agreed to meet at the restaurant at 6:45, your reservation at 7. Starting the car, you send Miguel a quick text before reversing out the drive.

Miguel on the other hand, was still in his office. He’d already changed into a suit he’d found in his closet in his private room. He glances at the clock and figures he could probably get another ten minutes of work on his project in before leaving. He pulls on his lab coat on top of the suit to avoid getting any stains on it and starts working on his prototype.

The first time the waitress comes over, asking if you’re ready to order food you say no and ask for a glass of wine, “My boyfriends on his way, he shouldn’t be long.” The second time she comes back you say “He’ll be here soon.” The third time, you just politely smile and ask, “Can I just have another glass of wine please?” At this point they probably should’ve kicked you out if they weren’t pitying you. You send Miguel another text, even attempting to ring him but it just goes to voicemail.

By 7:40, you’d accepted it.

He isn’t coming.

You ask for a check and pay it as quickly as possible, wanting to get out of there. As you grab your purse and stand up, the waitress looks at you and says quietly, “You deserve better, you know.”

You just smile faintly, unable to respond, before walking out.

P4 - “but you tolerate it.”

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beabidobi · 2 months

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I am loving ‘Tolerate it”! Miguel is being such a jerk hahahahah I love the angst

haha yes he is. thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying it! <3

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #fic series #fanfic #fan fiction

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beabidobi · 2 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐭

P2 - “tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow.”

P1 - “if it’s all in my head, tell me now.”

pairing: f!reader x miguel o’hara

content warnings: angst, alcohol use, drunk miguel, arguing, no happy ending, swearing

word count: 418

Miguel stumbled into the house at 2:15AM, knocking over a photo frame on the side as he shakes of his shoes. He grimaces as he hears your footsteps coming down the hallway and you appear, holding a slipper in your hand as though a weapon.

“Lo siento, cariño. ‘S just me.” His attempts as sounding sober were obviously unsuccessful by the look on your face. Your hair down and Miguel’s shirt hanging loosely from your smaller frame.

“It’s two in the morning Miguel.” You say as he drops his keys onto the kitchen table.

“Yeah, well I went to the bar with some other spiders to celebrate. It’s not a big deal I’m home now.” Miguel replies, as if he’s the one with the right to be irritated. “I’ll make it up to you.”

A while ago, those words would’ve comforted you but now you knew they were just empty promises. And most times, you’d let it go. “When have you ever?”

Miguel didn’t expect you to say anything, as you never had before so it catches him by surprise which he quickly covers up. “I have things more important in my life then your fucking insecurities.” He retorts, popping open a can of beer from the fridge.

“My insecurities? Are you kidding me? You haven’t been home all week and you don’t answer my calls nor my texts. I’m not your fucking side piece you can pick up when you feel like it!” You snap, earning an eye roll from Miguel. You grab the can from his hand and loudly place it on the counter. “Will you please just listen to me?”

“What, so you can carry on shouting down my ear?” He asks and picks his can back up. “I’m going to bed.”

You watch as he walks away, drunkenly walking against the wall to the bedroom. You run a hand through your hair, tugging at it angrily before grabbing the dust pan and brush to collect the broken pieces of glass on the floor from the photo Miguel had knocked off while holding back tears. You scoop them all up, drop them into the trash and kneel back down to retrieve the photo on the floor. The photo is one you took in Paris, a trip Miguel planned for you both. A blissful, almost unrecognisable time when you were both happy and content with each other. The tears finally fall as you sob on the hardwood floor while Miguel’s fast asleep in the other room.

P3 - “i know my love should be celebrated.”

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Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider Verse)- Oneshot - Extra 3

Miguel wasn't surprised at how fast word spread of his relationship. He'd given it a week at most before people caught on and ultimately he would have to deal with that series of nuisances.

Surprisingly, it took about a month.

This morning was another display of that.

"Woah, nice (Y/N)." You high fived a fellow spider person as you walked in step with Miguel, sending them a wink.

"You know me, I aim high."

Two more walked by and they laughed, sending you encouraging waves as you accepted it graciously. He wasn't sure how it was possible that he'd become some kind of trophy. When you made it to his little office space, he just sent you an unimpressed look to which you shrugged.

"You're enjoying this a little too much."

"What, I'm just giving the people what they want. Now that you're my hubby I've become somewhat of a legend. Everyone wants to know how I bagged you. It's kind of flattering."

He should have known you would like the attention.

"So what's on the agenda?"

He pulled up a report from another universe.

"I have to go and check out some activity on earth 10. I'll be gone for a few days. I've already assigned you a mission. You should get the updates as soon as Lyla is done putting together the file. When you get to earth 65, be careful. Their technology is a little more advanced. Peter got hurt. He's an idiot most of the time, but he's very careful about steering away from danger. Don't let your guard down."

He looks a bit troubled and you realize that he must have intended to join you, but as it stands, he needs to check into another anomaly that could be just as dangerous to the universe.

"I'll be careful. I promise. If it makes you feel better I'll take Allen with me. " His frown deepens.

"Not Allen."

You tilt your head.

"Why not, he's pretty efficient. Very goal oriented."

"He's a shameless flirt." Miguel grumbles.

Your face scrunches up.

"What does that have to do with....Oh..."

You can't believe it. He's jealous.

He diverts his eyes.

"Nevermind, take Allen. Just make sure he keeps a five feet distance."

You can't stop yourself from smiling. You like that he shows you all these cute sides.

"We're not going to see each other for a while."

It's a little mutter and Miguel looks at you.

"It depends on how serious the problem is. As soon as I know more I'll be giving a briefing."

You giggle shyly, rubbing your arm.

"That's not really what I meant Miguel."

He doesn't truly get what you're trying to say.

"Ugh this is painful, she's gonna miss you dummy!"

Lyla's voice filters through and your blush darkens. She's gone in a blink and Miguel finally takes in the way you're now shifting awkwardly. His gaze becomes a bit soft. Stepping closer, he takes your hand, and you can't help the racing of your pulse when he leaves a kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

How does he manage to go from stoic to sweet so quickly?

It's almost crazy.

"I'll be back before you know it."

He's very good at what he does, so you don't doubt it. He releases your hand, and he leans down. Your eyes close in anticipation as he leaves a soft kiss on your lips. You'll never get tired of this. His hands move to your hips, and you stumble a little when he backs you up. The back of your thigh knocks into a desk and he pulls back with a huff.

"Sorry.."

You shake your head, just as breathless.

"It's okay.." You assure softly.

You part to get a glimpse of his face and you're stunned at the red that is now prominent in his eyes.

It makes you a bit weak.

You aren't sure you'll survive more than a day without this maddening man.

The following week feels a bit bland. Miguel is busy on earth 10, scouting out the issues. You've long completed your assignment. The day you'd done so, you raced to tell Miguel, but he wasn't back.

Just Peter.

Yet you pressed on.

Peter was actually doing a pretty good job. Although you really wanted to see Miguel. He's been giving updates on his progress. Apparently there were a lot more anomalies than expected. Not that you're surprised.

It's too unpredictable.

"I've gotten a bit more help out here, we're going to stay for another week to ensure everything has balanced out. Jessica will be alternating with you Peter."

You knew the video call was just a way to make sure that Peter wasn't messing everything up.

"Is that a burger on my desk?"

Miguel looks displeased, and Peter laughs awkwardly.

"What, of course not! I would never defile your area like that."

You can't help but smile.

"I'll make sure he cleans up, don't worry boss."

You salute, and Miguel sighs as Peter moves over to the desk to grab a bottle for Mayday. You're lucky Miguel isn't able to see the rest of his space. The amount of stuffed animals was pretty hilarious.

"Hurry up and come back, I think the others are starting to miss your glaring angry face."

"I miss it."

That's what you'd like to say, but you don't want to seem nagging or clingy.

'"I think they'll survive." He responds.

You wear a little smile, and Miguel takes in the way it seems almost sad.

"(Y/N) are you-"

"MIGUEL THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!!"

The familiar yell of one of your fellow spidermen catches your attention, and you wave him off.

"Go and save the world, we'll be here."

Miguel hesitates, just for a moment, then nods.

He grabs his mask, sending one last look at the screen before he shuts it off.

You let out the soft breath, glancing over at Peter who's feeding a very content Mayday her bottle.

The days that follow feel a bit slow.

You haven't been given an assignment today, so you do your best to focus on your job. After you're done with paperwork, you retire to your home. It feels like the day has been dragging on. You just go through the motions. Dinner, a bath, and then bed. Laying there, you stare up at the wall. It's weird, the city seems so quiet. You should be happy that no supervillain is causing havoc. It just feels slow..or possibly just empty.

Your watch on the nightstand vibrates, and you turn a bit sleepily. You don't really register who it is, you just click the button.

"Spiderwoman speaking."

"(Y/N)."

You shoot upright.

"M-Miguel!"

"Did I wake you up?"

You shake your head, not that he can really see.

"N-No, I'm wide awake."

"That's good. I was just checking in cariño."

You appreciate that more than he knows. Miguel is busy, so the fact that he's taken the time to frequently assure that you're okay is sweet.

"When are you getting back? Peter's becoming a handful."

Another joke to play off your loneliness.

"I should be back very soon. I hope you've been careful. Jessica told me about the truck situation."

"In my defense that guy was driving really fast."

Even spider sense could only do so much, especially when it came to narrowly avoiding getting smacked by a truck.

"You're too careless."

"Hey, if anything I'm the most careful arachnid hero out here."

"I find that hard to believe."

You smile at the sound of his voice, playing with your bed sheets. This is nice, you've missed the banter.

"I miss you Miguel."

It's just above a whisper.

There's a bit of silence on the other side, and you grip the band of your watch. Maybe you should have kept that to yourself.

"How much."

You don't expect the response.

Swallowing, you fidget.

"How much do you miss me?"

He urges.

"So much..I wish you were here right now. I've been trying to pretend that it's fine but all I can think about is you. I-I've never had it this bad before."

He lets out a soft appreciative hum.

"I was going to wait until tomorrow. But I guess I have no choice."

His words confuse you. That is until you hear the shuffling on his side, there's a distinct sound of the portal opening. You don't think much of it, but when you hear that familiar whirring sound, and you see the spark of colors that now light up your once dark bedroom, you slowly drop the watch. Migulel walks right through, decked down in his spider suit.

The portal closes shortly after.

"We've neutralized the anomalies. The intention was to report back in tomorrow but I-"

You crash into his body and he takes a step back at the collision. You're holding on so tight. Miguel is still for a moment, but then he looks down, and his expression softens. Now he understands.

"Were you lonely cariño?"

You nod, pulling back just enough to see his face.

You've always been somewhat alone, so you've never had anyone to truly miss. When you joined the organization, life for you had gotten a little less lonely. You had comrades, friends.

Yet, this is the first time that you've had someone just for you and it's then that you finally realize what that means.

"So lonely.."

You admit.

Miguel leans down claiming your lips and you accept it greedily, letting out a sigh of relief. He smiles against your lips, sliding his hand into your hair. He understands how you feel, because he's been dealing with the same. It's easier to hide those things when he's trained himself to be strong. He's starting to realize that around you, he doesn't have to keep up that front. He parts.

"I was lonely too."

His confession makes your eyes water, and you hug him again, gripping at his suit.

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