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Miguel O’hara

mafia au fic, NOT proofread 🌚, no SA but implications of it almost happening.

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Your working in a run down old diner, somewhere on the corner of pine street. the smell of stale coffee and cooking oil fills the air.

this is not where you’d expected to end up, all though you didn’t mind it. The pay was..okay and atleast you got free food every shift, so it’s whatever.

the bell attached to the door rings as someone new enters the diner, their heavy footsteps clanking on the old floor as they move closer.

You look up to a man, obviously taller then most, his hair is messy and a bored expression plays on his face.

he sits down in front of you, letting his calloused hands rest on the counter as he does so. You eyes trail over the surface before slowly looking up to him.

“what can i get you sir?” you ask with a small cheery smile hovering on your face. “Coffee, one milk and no sugar.” he says in a rich tone, making you wonder if he always sounds like that. You nod slowly and turn around to prepare the bland drink, before placing it down in front of him.

“anything else?” you ask with a small smile before he shakes his head. “It’s not safe for you to be working alone this late.” he points out “I know, i know.” you nod along with a sheepish smile “but my manger doesn’t seem to agree.” you shrug.

he only huffs in response, you start to move away when a sudden loud noise rings through the air, immediately catching your attention as you turn toward the noise.

“don’t worry, it’s under control.” he says plainly, taking a sip of his freshly poured coffee before standing up with a sigh. “you just sit here pretty while i go clear some things up out there, yeah?” he opens his wallet, taking a 20 out and placing it on the counter in front of me. “thanks for the coffee.” he grumbles as you stand there with a nervous expression, as he walks away.

the little bell rings once again as the door is opened and shut. slowly, you make your way over to the door, peering out only to see him gone. and whoever made the loud shorting noises no where to be found either.

that was three nights ago, and you haven’t seen the suspicious man since. And honestly you were a bit thankful, danger wasn’t something you had wanted to find yourself involved in.

walking down the cold and empty street, your heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk as you made your way home from your late night shift.

every rustle in the bushes, or gust of wind knocking abandoned objects over only making you more paranoid as this wasn’t exactly the safest part of town.

Your legs move quicker as you try to escape the cold night, wanting nothing more to be home right now. Your thoughts distract you as you suddenly bump into someone.

your stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the interaction before you fall into profusely apologizing.

“An honest mistake, i’m really sorry.” you mumble before looking up to the man..The Man who seems all too familiar.

“That’s alright.” he mumbles, looking down at you with a cold face. You stare at him, trying to remember who he was. “wait..oh, you came into the diner a few nights ago” you say with a intrigued expression painted on your face. “Did you ever find out what all that noise outside was?” you ask curiously.

“oh.” he pauses to think as he brushes a hand through his neat hair. “Nothing, just a small misunderstanding between some friends of mine.” he shrugs non chalantly, causing you to nod slowly, still a bit suspicious of the whole situation.

“It’s not safe to be out this late, thought I told you that” he mumbles digging through his pocket before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and taking one out.

he lights it and you just shift your weight, trying to figure out an answer to his statement. “Needa’ have a chat with your boss?” he asks, inhaling deeply.

you quickly shake your head. “No, it’s just uhm we’re short on employees right now. i just have to close up alone for a little while.” you shrug.

he lets out a low hum in response, always seeming a bit uninterested in whatever the topic was. “so..what about you?” you ask politely. “what are you doing here so late?” you blink curiously.

he lets the cigarette rest in his hands as he turns to face you, his strong face almost entrancing you. “some business.” he looks down, his eyes dragging over your figure slowly. “Just tying a few loose ends up, that’s all sweetheart.” he grumbles as faint yelling can be heard inside the building.

you finally take notice of the surroundings, a few expensive looking black cars parked out front of the building.

The shouting grew louder, followed by a loud shot. something that didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. You turn to look at him, wide eyed and worried, he only stared back coldly.

“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he says with a chuckle, putting his cigarette out on the ground. “You heard nothin’ doll.”he stands up to his full height as two other men walk out of the building, one with a small cut across his face.

he looks up to the sky, studying the dark atmosphere. “You needa’ ride home? it’s late.” he asks looking back down to you.

you chew on your lip, not sure about getting in a car with a with someone you’d just met. “come on cariño, don’t wanna leave you alone out here in the dark.” he says in a sincere tone.

you let out a quiet hum in thought. “Okay, thank you” you mumble as he starts walking towards the vehicle.

you open the door and sit down, shutting it firmly and reaching for the seatbelt. “Where you goin’ too?” he asks, turning to face you.

you tell him the address to your apartment and the car engine roars to life, driving down the empty and dark road.

the radio plays mindlessly in the background as you look out the window. “How come you’re still workin in that shit hole?” he breaks the silence “Coffees less then decent and it’s dangerous for you to be around there at night.”

you sigh a little. “Not sure where else i would work, i don’t have much of an option.” You look over to him, his dark eyes staring down the road and his rough hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

he turns a corner and your apartment building comes into view, the front entrance dimly lit by the lamp posts.

he parks out front, turning the engine off and looking over at you. “let me give you a ride from now on, i’m in the area anyway.” he gives you a stern look “And i have no problem doin’ something extra to keep a sweet thing like you safe.” he grins at you.

you wet your lips, trying to think. Sure it would be great to not walk home in this dangerous area at night..but yet again-

“Don’t think about it too much, darlin” he pulls you away from your thoughts. “i’ll go by your work round’ 10, you can decide then.” he shrugs .

“okay?” he asks “okay.” you nod slowly before grabbing hold of your purse again and turning to open the car door. “thank you for the ride..” you trail off, realizing you don’t actually know his name.

“Miguel.” he finishes for you. “Y/N” you say with a sheepish smile before exiting the car and closing the door gently.

you walk into the lobby of your apartment, peering out the window as the car slowly drives away, And then he’s gone.

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The night passes quickly and you find yourself back at work, struggling to drag the trash outside. you let out a groan of annoyance.

“Need some help muñecita?” he chuckles, almost scaring the life out of you. “God! you scared me” you say dropping the bag on the ground harshly.

he hums and walks forward to pick the bag up out of your hand, swinging it into the trash bin with ease.

“your shift over?” he asks and you only nod, following him as he walks back towards the door of the diner.

you lock up the diner and stand out front of the building with him. “you want that ride yet?” he asks looking toward you.

you glance down at your shoes and back up to him. “yes please.” you mumble, following him to the car.

once again the engine roars to life, driving along the road. “hope you don’t mind, gotta stop by work.” he sighs “No, i don’t mind at all” you say politely as he nods.

You reach the large brick building and he motions for you to follow him inside. you walk along side him, into the luxurious building, your heels clicking on the marble floors.

he leads you to a sort of waiting room and assures you he’ll only be a moment before taking off.

a minute or so passes by before a man walks in, he’s short and round, with a grouchy look on his face.

a whistle escapes his mouth as he looks over to you, looking you up and down in a gross manner.

he takes short strides over to you, making you lean further back in the chair. you look around the quiet room nervously.

“what ya’ doin here, sugar?” he asks stroking his chin. “waiting for a friend.” you reply in a monotone voice.

“think i can keep ya’ company?” he chuckles, licking his lips. “no, that’s okay. i wouldn’t want to trouble you.” which only seems to earn another laugh from him.

“trust me sugar, it’d be no trouble.” he grumbles on. “it’s okay, really.” you try to tell him but he only seems to move closer, his hand now on your arm.

suddenly heavy footsteps can be heard approaching, before miguel walks in. A cold look covers his face, but it only seems to become sharper as he sees the man near you.

the man turns around, also hearing the footsteps and immediately backing off when he saw who it was.

“Boss! Was just..” he rambles nervously as he backs up. “get out.” Miguel warns and he quickly leaves the room.

Miguel’s face softens he turns to look at you, all worried and fidgeting with your hands. he walks up to you, a sorry expression on his face.

“you okay sweetheart? did he hurt you?” he asks, his gaze analyzing you. “i’m fine..” you mumble, quickly standing up.

“m’sorry muñecita, i’ll deal with him tomorrow.” he nods “promise.”

the two of you make your way to his car, he opens the door for you before getting in his side and turning the keys.

you lay your head on the seat tiredly, shifting in the seat to get comfortable, and out of the corner of your eye you see his grip tighten on the wheel.

you must have fallen asleep because you feel someone gently tapping on your shoulder, waking you up just enough to talk.

“we’re here” he mumbles softly. You let out a quiet hum, barely a response. you feel him unbuckling the seat belt and you instinctively latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he lets out a quiet groan into your neck. “come on then” he chuckles, picking you up swiftly. you wrap your legs around him and he walks to the elevator.

you tell him your apartment number as he clicks the button and the doors shut. You shift in his arms slightly, trying to get more comfortable, which earns a groan from him.

“Gotta stop moving like that..” he grumbles in your ear, waking you up a lot.

the doors open to your floor and he steps out of the box, walking down the quiet hallway. he stops at your door and lowers you down to the floor, causing you to let out a dissatisfied whine to which he only chuckles.

you dig through your purse for the keys to your house, pulling them out and unlocking the door.

you turn around to face him, a tired pout on your face as you look up at his chiseled face.

he stares back down at you, a smug look covering his features. “you need to get to sleep sweetheart.” he says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and leaning down toward you.

your eyes scan over his face. “mhm..” you hum out quietly, biting your lips slightly. “mhm.” he mimics you, his face creeping down to your neck as he places a soft kiss.

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rahhh anyway lemme know how you feel about this freaks AND if i should do a part two or wtv 😋

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #mafia!au miguel #mafia!au #miguel spiderman #iminloveweveryone #oh no big bad mafia boss #sweet spot #this is cute #twirling my hair and giggling #cinammonwrites

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iminloveweveryone · 2 months

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Miguel O’Hara

This is a part two to my first mafia!au Miguel fic, find it here

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Miguel pulled back, still looking smug at your heavy breathing and inability to stand still.

“goodnight sweetheart.” he says, before his usual expression is back on his face. He walks off down the hallway, as you only watch from the door.

you stand frozen for a moment, not sure what to make of the situation.

Eventually you make your way into your apartment, locking up and going to bed with the thought of him still on your mind.

Like he said, he shows up to your work. This time a little earlier and with a grin on his face.

“Your happy” you say to him, a smile playing on your face as you wipe down the counter.

he only nods, pulling out an envelope from his coat and placing it in front of you. “Got something for you.” he leans forward, pushing it closer to you.

You pick up the envelope curiously, inspecting it. “it wont hurt you muñeca.” he teases as you give him a look.

You open up the envelope and read the paper that was placed inside. It was..a job offer?

“Position opened up at my company.” he explains. “It’s an assistants job, nothin’ too difficult.”

He looks over at you expectantly. “well I..” you mumble, a bit unsure. “Promise you it’s better then here.” And he gets to keep an eye on you all day, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

You read over the contract slowly, eyes flicking between the words written down. “would i go for an interview soon or something?” you ask, looking back up to him.

He chuckles for a moment, finding something amusing. “You want it, the jobs yours.” he shrugs. “But..how i mean..they can’t possibly know if i’m qualified.”

“Don’t worry about it, yeah?” he sighs. “Come in monday morning, 7 am.”

And with that he drives you home, wishing you goodnight an expecting to see you in a few days time.

Time passes unexpectedly quick, making you jittery and nervous as you walk down the cold concrete sidewalk.

the fall leaves grace the sidewalk and crunch beneath your new heels. The heels you had worn for this special day.

a excited smile is plastered across your features, as you open the door to the building.

you walk into the lobby, a red head woman sat at the front desk, typing away on her computer.

you walk up to her, placing the envelope he’d given you yesterday on the counter.

“Hello! i’m here for the uh..assistants job” you say with a small smile planted on your face. She looks at you then to the envelope.

She grabs it, inspecting the paper inside before giving a nod and lifting her eyes to meet yours.

“You can go on up hun, top floor.” he says plainly as she slides a key card over to you. you give her a nod and slip the card into your pocket.

You ride the elevator all the way up. The door dings and you step out, examining every inch of the room. you walk in a bit further, the waiting area seems empty.

suddenly a girl pops out, a cheery aura surrounding her. She gives you a smile and walks over.

she introduces herself as lyla and walks you through what you need to know about the job.

soon after she leaves you, so here you sit alone in the office waiting for the boss to show up.

the elevator dings and unexpectedly out steps Miguel, although your happy to see him he looks cold, colder then usual.

“Miguel!” you chirp up, standing and walking over to him. he only gives you a sjde glance before continuing to walk to the office door.

“Oh uh, Miguel i don’t know if you can go in there..the boss is out.” you say, trailing behind him.

he lets out a chuckle, though you don’t think there’s much humor behind it. He opens the door to the office, sliding a key card to unlock it.

He walks in the shuts the door behind him, leaving you a little confused at his actions and mood.

you slowly walk back to your desk, sitting yourself down and going through work when the memory of the first time you’d been in this office pops up.

the man who was bothering you, when Miguel walked in he called him..boss. God how could you not remember, it was so obvious.

how could a man like him not be the boss here, and he’d gotten you a job so quickly, of course.

The rest of the shift passes, leaving only half an hour left. You had only seen Miguel a few times, and each time was similar to the last.

he was almost silent, giving you only short worded answer to any of your questions. And the way he held himself seem different too.

It wasn’t like before, when he so kindly offered to drive you from work everyday. No, now he seemed arrogant, cold and completely uninterested.

You’d wondered if you had upset him, maybe said something wrong or annoyed him in some way.

You’d scrolled through emails and documents, endlessly doing work before something popped up that Miguel actually needed to be informed of.

You dreaded it. Especially since he seemed to be mad right now, or at least pissed off. Regardless, this was now your job.

you wondered if he’d be like this all the time, if working here was one big mistake. Yet you still walk to the large office doors that, file in hand as you prepare yourself to face him.

You knock curtly on the door, waiting for the standard ‘come in’ before entering.

you look around as you do so, plaques covering the shelves and walls. Along with some other more personal items.

“what is it..” he grumbles, not even looking up from his work. You step forward placing the file on his desk.

“They said it was urgent” You point to the small stack of papers that were neatly placed inside. You stand around for a few moments waiting for him to say something more.

“That all?” he asks, reaching for the documents and leaning back. You only nod.

you look down to him, hoping for the sweet man you knew yesterday to re appear.

“Miguel,” you say as he lets out a hum. “Have I..made you mad or something?” you ask cautiously.

“Y/N, i’m busy.” he waves you off not even looking up before going back to his work.

“i know but, i’m just a bit confu-“

“Y/n i said i’m busy, fuck off and bother someone else.” he says harshly slamming the pen he was holding down.

you nod timidly and stare for a moment, unsure what to do.

he says nothing after that, only ignoring you and going back to what he was doing as you awkwardly walk out.

after the uncomfortable shift you find yourself walking home, The dull street lamps barley lighting your path.

A gust of wind passes you by, making you shiver, pulling your light coat tighter. You really needed to get a car..

after walking for a while your apartment building finally comes into view.

you enter your apartment, swinging your coat on a nearby chair and going to your bedroom to put on more comfortable clothes.

After an hour or so of lounging around, reading books and watching tv you decide to turn in, feeling a bit concerned about miguels behaviour keels you up all night, and by the time morning comes you don’t feel or look so good.

You stare in the mirror, tired written all over your face. you move through your morning routine like a sloth and eventually make it out the door. Although his change of attitude threw you off, you still couldn’t afford to lose this job by being late.

The elevator door opens with a ding as you step onto the top floor, where Miguel’s office is located.

Lyla gives you a concerned look as you walk up to her, but says nothing. She hands you a small stack of papers and asks you to bring them too the boss.

you push open the doors and silently walk over to his desk, he looks at you for a quick second before doing a double take.

Your about to walk away as Miguel grabs onto your arm, a worried look written on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asks, earning an eye roll from you. You mumble a quiet ‘mhm’ and try to walk away. To which he stands up.

he walks around the desk swiftly, standing directly in front of you. He reaches out to grab your hands with his own, but you move away quickly.

A disappointed look crosses his face but he leaves it and walks back to his desk, looking like a sad puppy with his tail tucked between his legs.

The day is coming to an end and Miguel’s patience has only gotten thinner, he’s snapping at everyone for anything he can think of.

you hear him barking orders at an assistant just as your packing up, sighing to yourself as you say goodbye to lyla and leave.

you arrived home an hour or so ago, lounging around and putting off making dinner.

that’s when your phone rings, you glance over and see miguel’s contact flash across the screen.

you honestly don’t really feel like talking to him, but he is your boss now so regardless you pick up.

the line is silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything. Then your hear a gruff voice.

“Y/n?” he says to which you stay silent “Y/n, say something please.” you groan internally before answering him.

“Hi miguel..” you say quietly as he sighs in relief. “do you need something?” you ask him.

“yeah i..” he pauses “i’m sorry muñeca, you know i never meant to treat you like that. That was..” he trails off as you cut his sentence short.

“why did you hire me? you had no reason too and you clearly don’t like me very much..” you mumble to the phone.

“what? sweetheart of course i like you, I’m..Im sorry, Somethin’ happened and m’no good at telling people i trust bout that sort of thing.”

you stay silent.

“please let me make it up to you, i’ll take you for dinner and we can talk bout it, how’s that’s sound huh?” he sighs “i want to spend more time with you and..and i for sure fucked up so please, let make it up.”

you smile a little at how persistent he is, and your sure he can hear it as you speak. “okay, fine” he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you sweetheart, i’ll see you tomorrow at work, alright?” he clicks his tongue “And call me if ya need anything.”

you say yours goodbyes and hang up the phone

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this was in my drafts for so long and i just wanted to put it out so here you goo!

#mafia!au miguel #mafia miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x reader #miles morales #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #cinammonwrites

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