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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you and miguel finally express your love for each other in a very romantic evening back at his penthouse, the beginning of your life together as a couple.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ smut, unprotected sex (nah bro), creampie, fem oral, breast play, praising, pet names, softdom!miguel, swearing, very fluffy, happily ever after ass ending 【 mdni 】

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anticipation flows through both of your bodies as miguel walks through the portal, carrying you in his arms. he steps foot into his bedroom of his penthouse. standing in front of the bed, miguel carefully sets you down on the plush mattress, your hair spread out on the sheets. he positions himself over you, his large muscular body engulfing your smaller figure. he rests on his elbows to hold himself up, knees in between your legs. you hold each other’s lustful gazes before miguel captures your lips into another passionate kiss. you cup his face, caressing his cheeks while his hands gently grope your curves.

breaking the kiss, miguel pulls away much to your dismay. his lowly chuckled at your tiny frown and pout. god you are so adorable, he thought. standing at the edge of the bed, miguel takes a moment to marvel at you, admiring the gorgeous sight underneath him. his beautiful angel on his bed dressed in white. gazing up at him with fluttering lashes, your heart pounds in anticipation. those crimson eyes roam over your body, drinking in how your white dress hugs your curves so graciously. very slowly, he runs a hand along one of your thighs, scrunching up your dress in the process which makes you arch your back a bit instinctively. shivering under his touch. miguel continues running his hand over your body, reaching up to your belly. he stops and rests his large hand on top. he observes the rise and fall of it on your belly, relishing the feeling of your breathing against his gloved palm.

after a moment, he continues running his gloved hand and reaches up to your left breast and gently gropes it through the fabric of the dress a little possessively, giving it a light squeeze which earns him a soft moan. you grip onto his wrist as you arch your back, lips partially open and brows scrunched up in pleasure. a smirk graces his plump lips at your adorable reaction. so responsive.

climbing back on the bed and hovering over you once again, miguel captures your lips in a kiss which you gladly reciprocate. you wrap your arms around his thick neck and pull him closer. his lips move away from yours and find a new home on your delicate neck. miguel’s gloved hands roam over your body, groping each curve which makes you shiver and softly whimper. you play with his hair, running your fingers delicately through those dark chocolate locks which makes him weak. things spice up a bit when he starts sucking the flesh of your neck, causing a soft gasp to spill from your lips when you feel his fangs lightly prick your skin. of course miguel is careful, not wanting to hurt you, the one thing he swears to never do. miguel starts grinding against your clothed core at a slow pace, rubbing his now growing bulge in his suit. a satisfied smirk forms on his lips at the sight of the dark mark on your neck. one of the many marks he’ll imprint on you tonight.

your lips meet again. miguel continues groping your curves until he reaches up towards your breasts once again, gently squeezing them. you part from his lips as a soft moan spills from you, throwing your head back on the pillow, back arched slightly. miguel’s lips pull into another smirk at the cute reaction.

sensitive, are you?

testing his theory, miguel kneads your soft tits through the fabric of your dress, earning more of those cute soft noises that are pure music to his ears. broad palms squeeze and knead the squishy fat, his gaze fixating between your angelic flustered face and your cleavage in pure adoration. how cute you squirm underneath him. the cups of your dress hugs your breasts so graciously, making miguel salivate. he pushes them together and give them a firm squeeze. that’s what did the trick.

“ah~ miguel…” you arch your back, leaning into his addictive touch. a pool began forming in between your thighs, panties becoming damped.

he responds with a satisfied hum, smirking at your reaction. you moaning his name went straight to his cock, the bulge in his suit growing more by the minute. the aching sensation growing worse.

gripping the strings where it holds the top of your dress together, miguel unties it to reveal more of your cleavage and sneak peeks of your cute white lacy bra. his eyes bleed red in hunger and lust, his arousal increasing dramatically. without hesitation, miguel dives in and buried his face in the valley of your breasts, planting tons of wet kisses. you moan and arch your back, your hands landing in his hair once again. he plants delicate yet lustful kisses and licks on your soft skin as his hands continue kneading. while making out with your covered breasts, his hands travel your back to search for the zipper of the dress. with your help, your arch your back so miguel could find it. once he managed to, he slowly unzips the dress. lifting his face from your cleavage, his hands reache down towards the hem of your dress but stops from going further. miguel looks up at you, a silent ask for consent. you simply nod with a small smile. with your permission, he slowly takes off the dress, pulling it over you very carefully. his breath hitches at the sight of your bare skin, as well as your matching white bra and panties.

holy fuck. you’re breathtaking.

those ruby eyes trace every curve and detail of your now exposed body. miguel is enthralled by your gorgeous body. a temple to be worshipped and he’ll worship it for eternity. now imprinted in his mind for eternity. he licks his lips in anticipation and lust, his fangs peeking out as his tongue slides slowly across his upper lip then to the bottom. miguel has been waiting for this moment, ever since that rainy night at your apartment when you fixed him up. but since he met you, he has always wanted you. the amount of dreams he had proved how much he’s been waiting to finally have you.

now, you’re finally his.

miguel never letting you go again.

you gaze up at him nervously, chest heaving and eyes fluttering. it seems like he’s staring at a full course meal, ready to be devoured. the thought makes you blush. after taking mental photos of your beautiful figure, his eyes land back on your cleavage and buried his face in between once again with a grunt. miguel tosses the dress to the side without a care, landing on the floor.

a moan spills from your lips, back arched and hands playing with his hair. miguel takes his time worshiping your breasts, providing much attention through wet kisses and licks. he plants multiple wet kisses before sliding his tongue across the soft round surface of your cleavage so delicately, earning more sweet moans from you. he continues his attack on your breasts, almost munching on them as if they were marshmallows. you grew more wet by the addicting sensation, a definite pool in your panties. miguel sucks where your nipples would be through the material of your bra, leaving a wet stain in it.

you moan loudly, arching your back. “miguel!~”

he groans as a response, his mouth and hands never leaning your breasts. he’s getting drunk off of you, or your tits more precisely. he can stay in between them forever, or your thighs. oh he can’t wait for that.

after providing enough attention to your tits, miguel trails down your body with wet kisses. his hands never leave your breasts as they continue kneading the soft squishy fat. he reaches your belly, kissing and licking delicately yet so lustfully. he ran his tongue from your lower abdomen up to your rib cage in such a slow sinful manner. a smirk graces his lips when he hears a loud moan from you.

god this man and his playful licks.

you’ve never been so wet before.

as he slowly trails down to your lower abdomen, he meets with the waistline of your white panties. those ruby eyes stare lustfully at the wet patch, making the brunette groan. his eyes avert from your panties and meets yours, a silent plead. you nod and miguel doesn’t waste a second to remove them. using his talons, he grips the sides of your panties and pulls them off your waist, revealing your glistening core.

“joder…” his pupils dilate immensely at the fucking fountain between your legs. miguel tosses your discarded panties at the floor, his eyes never leaving your now exposed pussy.

oh he is hungry.

this is dessert right here.

“estas mojada, bebita.” miguel whispers, mouth watering at the prize in between your legs.

you grew flustered at his words, making you close your legs out of embarrassment but two strong hands spreads them apart. a soft whimper escapes your lips, chest heaving rapidly.

“no cierres, bebita.” he coos and you whimper.

getting on his knees, he grabs the back of your thighs and gently pulls you closer towards him, making you squeal. without wasting a second, miguel dives right in and licks up a stripe impatiently. you softly moan, one hand in his hair while the other griping onto the bedsheets. his mouth attacks your clit first, sucking on the pearl hungrily. multiple moans and whimpers spill from your mouth, back arched off the bed. the sensation of his wet thick muscle lapping at your sensitive pearl drives you insane. tugging on his hair, you threw your head back and close your thighs around his head as ecstasy consumes your body and obscene noises fills the room. his eyes remain close as he devours your cunt, lapping at your clit before moving down to your core, pushing his thick tongue through your folds.

“ah!~” you moan, arching your back off the bed, tugging harder on his hair instinctively. you clench around the wet muscle as he starts tongue-fucking you. jolts of pleasure sent throughout your body.

while his tongue is buried deep inside you, miguel gazed up at you with red eyes, admiring your trembling form while indulging in ecstasy. he observes the rapid movements of your belly due to your heavy breathing. the way your tits perk up in the air when you arch your back. letting go of your thighs, his hand reach up towards your tits and cups them before kneading them through your bra. the mixture of his hands on your breasts and his tongue ravaging your insides was sending you to cloud nine, making you moan endlessly. miguel brings down one hand and slips it through your pussy. a squeal erupts from your throat at the stretch of two of his fingers, arching your back off the bed for the millionth time. oh fuck they’re so thick that they stretched you out like crazy. miguel starts pumping his fingers at a slow pace as his tongue went back to your clit. his fingers keep digging until they reach that sweet spot.

“oh fuck! miguel!~” you cried out before another moan interrupts you. the feeling of his fingers rubbing your sweet spot breaks you. “d-don’t stop.”

like hell he would stop. your pussy is so addicting, miguel couldn’t get enough. the rhythmic movement of his tongue bullying your clit and fingers pumping was driving you close to the edge. a familiar knot began forming in your lower tummy as your moans grew more high pitched and louder with each flick of devilish his tongue and his fingers. you grab his hand that’s on your breast and interlock fingers.

then, the fireworks explode.

you came with a wail, back arched off the bed at a crazy degree and gripping his hand tightly that it would’ve break if he didn’t have advanced strength. the pleasure was so intense that you squirted on his face but that’s all miguel wanted. he drank and lapped up all of your juices, a satisfied hum escaping his lips which vibrated against your cunt. you whine when you came down from your high, left with a sensitive pussy which miguel hasn’t left alone yet as he intends to clean it all with his mouth.

“mig-miguel… it’s too much…” you whine breathlessly, feeling overstimulated and sensitive.

he doesn’t respond as he keeps drinking it all in until he was satisfied. finally, miguel moves away from your sensitive little cunt and looks up at you with pure lust and adoration. those plump lips and chin glistening with your arousal. you bashfully watch as his tongue slides across his top lip then the bottom with a grin, licking all the leftover. oh fuck — you were getting turned on by the sight, feeling wet once again. and obviously that didn’t go unnoticed by miguel, making him smirk mischievously.

he stands back up, standing at the edge of the bed once again. grabbing your left ankle, miguel removes your heel then does the same with the other one, tossing them on the ground. miguel deactivates his suit, disintegrating as it reveals his chiseled form. a smirk forms on his lips when he notices your shocked expression. through hooded eyes, you admire his muscular body. those broad shoulders and chest, delicious abs, insane biceps, body hair. you’re too fucked out to keep your eyes open to look down.

miguel crawls back onto the bed, hovering over you once again but this time permanently. he pulls the sheets from underneath and covers you both from the waist down. he rests on his elbows, caging your head in between. those broad shoulders block your view of the ceiling, his chiseled body taking over your vision. a soft gasp escapes your lips when you feel his cock right against your throbbing cunt. without feeling it actually inside you, you just know it’s huge considering his height and body type.

“i’ll be careful, bebita.” he whispers tenderly, caressing your cheek with one hand, the other rested on your hip. “if it’s too much, dime. ¿vale?”

goddamn this man is perfect. so gentle and caring, you really love this man a lot.

“sí.” you answer breathlessly, nodding.

with your approval, miguel aligned himself with your entrance then carefully sips the tip in first. you softly gasp at the sensation, arching your back a little. he continues sliding in your folds very slowly, making you squeal due to the stretch. instinctively, you reach out and grab his bicep as support.

oh fuck — this dude is big!

the biggest you’ve ever had — goddamn.

“lo siento, mi alma. lo siento, lo siento.” miguel plants multiple kisses over your delicate face as he whispers those words of sorry and concern. he’s aware of his size and he hates that you were in pain, especially because of him.

oh god the sinister mixture of pain and pleasure of him stretching your walls consumes you. your grip on his bicep tightens as miguel continues sliding in further. bro is so huge, you can feel all of him and you feel so full. a few tears threaten to fall, trailing down your cheeks. a groan erupts from his throat when he felt your walls clenching him. you spread your legs a bit more to provide him more access.

“chingado… you’re tight, bebita.” miguel groans and you whimper in response. holy shit — he is losing his fucking mind how deliciously wet and warm your tight pussy feels around his dick. feels like heaven.

finally, and surprisingly, miguel managed to fit all inside. now that was a mindfuck. as you adjust to his size, you can really feel all of him, so full and hitting your sweet spot. there’s a definite bulge in your belly.

“lo siento mucho, mi alma.” he tenderly wipes your falling tears with his thumbs, hinges of guilt consuming him. his eyes dart at the huge bulge in your belly. a sting of pride flows through his body.

sure, the pain was there but it won’t last forever. a few seconds of pain but a full night of pleasure.

“ple-please move…” you feel embarrassed how desperate you sound but you just want him.

how could he say no to you when you’re pleading like that? at first, miguel was a little hesitant because of your tears but he couldn’t resist. he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks, almost a month now. moving his hips, he does a slow deep thrust into you which caused you to moan and arch your back.

the beginning of your love-making.

he slowly thrusts into you, the tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your sweet spot which drove you insane. your hands rest on his muscular back, digging your nails into his skin leaving indents and scratch marks which makes him hiss a little. miguel doesn’t mind though because it’ll be a reminder of you and your love for him. his hands resting on your hips as he continues making love to you.

your moans and miguel’s grunts echo throughout the bedroom, bouncing off the four walls that conceals your beautiful love-making session. you two finally express your love for each other in this moment, indulging in ecstasy and love.

a burst of affection formed in his chest, making miguel babble endless words of love and devotion into your ear, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “té quiero tanto, bebita.” he earns himself a moan. “i promise to protect you.” he said with a grunt through mid-thrust, truly meaning his words. “to worship you para siempre, con todo.” grabbing one of your legs, miguel hikes it to his hip and it alters the angle as he continues thrusting into you. the action makes you moan a bit louder, a sign of pleasure.

his words made you weak, melting your heart. you could only respond with moans and whimpers but you knew he knew you adore his words.

“i’m never—“ one thrust. “letting—“ another one. “you go—“ a big one. “again.” a deep one.

a grunt erupts from his throat as he feels your walls clenched around him at his words. miguel is speaking the truth, he is never letting you go again.

and you’re never letting him go either.

releasing his grip on your hip and grabbing your hand, miguel pins it beside your head on the bedsheets, fingers intertwined. his grip slightly tightens with each thrust but not enough to hurt you. lifting his head from your neck, he leans in and kisses you passionately as he continues those slow thrusts, swallowing your moans that he loves so dearly.

you part from his lips as he does a deep thrust hitting your sweet spot. “oh miguel~” you moan breathlessly and arch your back, head thrown back on the pillow, brows furrowed and mouth agape in pleasure. god he feels so fucking amazing.

miguel gazes down at you with pure adoration and pride in his eyes, watching your blissful expressions. relishing those sweet moans and whimpers, arched back, all because of him. hearing you moan his name numerous times was like a drug to him.

“qué linda.” he coos before colliding his lips onto yours into a passionate kiss.

in one swift motion, miguel flips you both over. now he sits up on the bed and you in his lap, straddling him. you wrap your arms around his thick neck, nuzzling your face inside as more moans spill from your lips. miguel securely holds you by the waist, strong arms wrapped around as he continues thrusting, letting out quiet grunts. his face is buried in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. one hand travels up to your upper back and the other remains on your waist, as if he’s hugging you. the position is so intimate, embracing each other as you make love.

a deep thrust against your sweet spot makes you throw your head back and moan. “oh my… miguel~”

miguel looks up at you with adoration in his eyes, a prideful smirk illustrated on his face. he leans towards your neck and brushes kisses on it, planting more marks on your celestial skin. his lips move down to your collarbone and your body jolts. you’re sensitive there so he goes gentle before moving back to his favorite spot, your breasts. well — one of his favorite spots, he adores your thighs the most.

“mi niña hermosa.” he whispers against your skin, brushing kisses of adoration.

you gently tug the back of his hair while one arm remains wrapped around his neck as more moans and whimpers erupt from your throat. lifting his head from your cleavage, miguel captures your lips in a kiss as he continues thrusting into your tight cunt. very slowly, miguel fills you both over back in the old position, him above and you underneath. you tighten your grip on his neck when he thrust pace a little but still gentle. but you want him to go deeper.

“m-more…” you whisper.

he looks at you with a slight concern look. “are you sure?” a sense of hesitation in his tone. like mentioned before, miguel doesn’t want to hurt you.

“please~” you whine with a pout and brows furrowed, shooting him puppy eyes.

fuck. now that he can’t resist. letting out a quiet grunt, his hips start moving a bit faster, his thrusts now a bit rough but not too much. it seems to working when he heard your moans growing more pitchier and louder. oh miguel is determined to make you cum again, and you are definitely close.

now with those slightly rough thrusts and repeatedly hitting your g-spot, your climax was approaching soon. the bed began to creak with each thrust of miguel’s hips, the headboard slightly banging against the wall. your hands land on his back again, digging your nails into his flesh as his cock kept bully your cunt so deliciously. that familiar knot in your lower tummy returns and it was approaching fast.

“i’m uh~” you choke a high-pitched moan.

“let go, bebita.” miguel coos, biting back a moan as he continues thrusting with determination.

before you even know it, you orgasm so abruptly that fit feels like a big wave crashing down. you wail out his name, digging your nails harder into his back as you cream intensely around his cock.

oh that’s gonna be imbedded in his mind forever how you sang out his name like a melody. a grunt slips through his lips at the feeling of your walls squeezing his dick. now he sensed his own climax approaching. he wasn’t sure if you were on anything so miguel began feeling hesitant on where to climax.

as of you read his mind, you pull him closer by the neck and wrap your legs around his waist. “in-inside.”

oh fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him.

“are you sure?” he hesitates, looking down at you with furrowed brows of concern.

you nod eagerly, eyes shut. “i’m o-on the pill…”

well, chingada madre.

with that, miguel thrusts a bit more to reach his climax. quiet moans and some whimpers spills from him as his high approaches real close. you become overstimulated, endless moans spilling from your lips which eggs him on. his thrusts grew a bit sloppy. very quickly, miguel lifts up his head and kisses you as he cums. you moan and he grunts in unison as his delicious thick load fills up your womb like a twinkie, spilling his love for you. a soft whimper falls from your lips when you feel his creamy hot load inside.

miguel collapsed on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you both come down from your delicious highs. the end of your love-making session. you wrap your arms around his thick neck, gently combing his hair with one hand. his hand caressing your sides with such tenderness. your pants fill the room as you embrace each other.

this was a night to remember.

after a few minutes of recovery, miguel slowly lifts his head and looks down at you. “you okay?” he whispers softly, caressing your cheek with a hand.

“mhm.” you nod weakly with closed eyes, still recovering from your high.

he leans in and plants a soft kiss to your lips before slowly rising from the bed, pulling out which makes you whimper feeling empty. he tucks in the covers so you would feel comfortable as you rest. grabbing a pair of boxers from the drawer beside the bed and slipping them on effortlessly, miguel turns and plants another kiss but on your forehead before retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel.

while waiting for him, you remain breathless and a bit exhausted on the bed. the comfy bedsheets hug you so nicely that your eyelids began feeling heavy, slumber calling your name. one arm is draped over your torso and the other rests beside your head.

returning with a towel in his hands, miguel takes a moment to admire how blissful you look in his bed. damn you are beautiful. he’s so deeply in love with you. approaching the bed, miguel carefully removes the covers which makes you whine a little, instantly missing the warmth and comfort.

“lo siento, bebita. i just have to clean you up, ¿vale?” he whispers, earning a weak nod from you.

miguel bents down on one knee and tenderly cleans your inner thighs, very carefully to not hurt you. he gently massages them to provide some comfort while he cleans. once he finishes, miguel picks up your panties and slowly puts them back on you. he quickly heads back to the bathroom to dispose of the now dirty towel then he joins you in bed once again.

miguel crawls back on the bed and lays right beside you, getting under the covers. he gently pulls you into his chest by the waist, wrapping his muscular arms around you and holds you protectively. you curl into his chest, softly sighing delightfully at the sensation of his body warmth. the smoothing rhythm of his heart beat makes you slowly drift into slumber. miguel could sense it, making him smile.

“rest, mi alma. té quiero.” he kisses the top of your head before resting his on top of yours.

then, the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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the soft hums and beeps of the flying cars outside awakes you from a deep yet delicious slumber. as you slowly open your eyes, you were expecting the golden sunlight shining down on you but instead you’re greeted with a broad chest with some chest hair. a beefy arm wrapped around you and a hand gently stroking your hair.

“buenas dias, mi alma.” a familiar groggy voice whispers from above, brushing strings of hair behind your ear with one hand ever so gently.

damn his sleeply voice sounds hot.

a lazy smile crept on your face, slowly looking up to meet your handsome lover’s gaze. “hola, osito.”

his thick eyebrows raise slightly in surprise at the nickname. “osito?” miguel softly chuckles.

you hum with a light nod. “you’re a big teddy bear.” scooting a bit closer, you nuzzle into his chest. “mi osito.” you murmured, smiling.

his heart flutters, continuously beating faster for you. miguel holds you close, muscular arms wrapped around your small figure, embracing you and shielding you from the outside world like he has been throughout the entire night and now. acting as your protector; your hero. he could stay like this forever.

“you’re also a human blanket.” your comment snaps him out of trance.

miguel snorts, glancing down at you. “really?”

you nod against his broad chest. “yeah. you’re literally warmer than the actual covers. maybe i could use you as a personal heating pad one day.”

a smile graces his plump lips, a true smile that only you will see; only meant for you. “so what am i, a teddy bear or a human blanket?”

“both.”

he can feel your smile against his chest, making him smile wider as hold you a bit tighter against him. the two of remain in bed, embracing each other like nothing else matters. just two souls intertwined together in a blissful, relaxed moment. not long after, miguel feels your body drifting in his hold. you can’t help it though, his body warmth is so smoothing it makes you sleepy. your human blanket.

“you’re falling asleep after just waking up.” miguel teases, his thumb rubbing your exposed shoulder with such tenderness.

“it’s not my fault you’re so warm.” you murmur a bit grouchy, a hint of sass in your tone. a smile grows on your face at the heavenly sound of his chuckles.

after a few more minutes of laying in bed together peacefully, you finally decide to get up. well, you succeeded in getting out of bed after miguel begged you to stay by holding you tighter in his arms, not allowing you to leave. but with your sass, he finally let you go out of fear he would get slapped in the face.

heading to the bathroom, your eyes widen in shock the moment you see your reflection. several hickeys on your chest and neck.

“jesus christ, miguel! i look like a fucking dalmatian!” you shout from the bathroom. leaning closer towards the mirror, you examine the several dark spots marked on your skin, tracing your fingers over them.

your eyes catch a tall figure leaning against the doorframe through the reflection, those ruby eyes gazing at you. “just need to show my love for you.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “yeah, by making me look like a damn dalmatian.” that earns you a low chuckle from him. you continue tracing them with your fingers, specifically the ones on your chest. “jeez, you just love titties, don’t you?”

miguel chuckles as he approaches behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chest resting against your back. “yours, specifically.” he brought his hands down to your thighs, giving the plump fat a light squeeze. “but i love these more.”

“i knew you were a thigh guy.” you narrow your eyes at him through the reflection, a little smirk tugging your lips as you lean back against him.

he only answers with a smile before nuzzling his face into your neck, planting butterfly kisses.

you two shower together. surprisingly, it was entertaining because you two were messing around. you spraying the shower nozzle at him after miguel messed up your hair with shampoo, making it look like a cat’s hairball. the water bill go wild but miguel makes bank so it’s not a problem. after showering and changing, miguel loans you the same shirt you wore last time and a pair of socks, you two make breakfast. selena plays in the background, by your request, as you make tamales. you and miguel dance together, bodies swaying together in harmony. he takes the chances to twirl you before dipping you, eliciting giggles that he adores wholeheartedly.

“awww you two are so cute!” lyla magically appears in front of you and miguel, hands folded together with a smile on her little face like a proud mom.

miguel groans annoyingly at the interruption, rolling his eyes at the ai. you, on the other hand, chuckle at her sweet compliment.

“thanks, lyla.” you offer a smile. “did you record it?”

“yes, ma’am!” the ai salutes, smiling brightly.

miguel looks confusingly between you and lyla. “¿qué? you asked her to record it?” his thick brows scrunched upward, asking in disbelief.

“uh duh! gotta capture these moments for the mems.” you smile.

his confused state turns into a soft, happy one. bringing up his large hands to gently cup your face, miguel captures your lips in a soft kiss, which you gladly accept and reciprocate.

the sound of a camera flashing makes you break the kiss almost immediately.

“lyla!” miguel groans as you and the ai laugh.

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after calling out and placing jessica in charge at HQ, miguel takes you out in the city. a simple outing just to be with you while adventuring the streets, as a couple. you two wonder around the city and visit various places, hands intertwined. miguel always has a hand somewhere on your body. waist, shoulders, hip, ass, the small of your back. mainly your waist or hip. anywhere that he can feel you because that man is clingy but you adore it. his big broad hands touching you creates butterflies in your tummy.

after adventuring around and sneaking off into a secluded alleyway where miguel changes into his suit, he swings away with you in his arms to some special place he planned to take you to. he considers it having ‘the best view of nueva york’ and the sunset is perfect from that angle. after holding onto him for dear life, you still aren’t a fan of the swinging around, miguel carefully plants you in your feet. some random rooftop but holy shit does it have a phenomenal view of the city and sunset. the sky painted in gorgeous hues of orange and light blue. the fluffy white clouds complimenting the beautiful sky. so dreamy and ethereal.

you’re admiring the gorgeous site above but miguel is admiring the true gorgeous site beside him. the golden light does wonders to your appearance, making you glow so ethereally. he’s simply admiring the angel right next to him; his gorgeous angel.

miguel discovered love once again; believes in love again all because of you. he has someone to love and care for, someone who loves and cares for him.

you take him as he is, and he takes you as you are.

your tear away from the sky for a moment to look up at miguel, who you caught already staring at you. “what?” you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“just admiring the view.” miguel smirks.

you scoff and roll your eyes, unable to not smile at his cheesy words. “estas tonto, miguel o’hara.”

wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pulling you closer to him against his chest, miguel smiles softly down at you. “estas hermosa,” he mutters your full name like you did with his before capturing your lips into a lovely kiss.

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#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𐙚 ⊹ ꒱ — 𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #across the spiderverse #fanfic series

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teenidlegirl · 10 days

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forever proud of my biker!miguel fic. that’s my precious baby. i was wondering about writing more biker!miguel things. not necessarily related to that fic but just biker!miguel in general.

would you guys be interested in more biker!miguel content in the future?

i would totally be open for ideas/concepts, although i won’t work on anything right away since i have other fics imma be posting these upcoming weeks.

#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𐙚 ⊹ ꒱ — 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓓𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘 .ᐟ #biker!miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse

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teenidlegirl · 11 days

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ after reconciling your feelings for miguel, you have to confess and you don’t give a shit anymore.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, fluff, slight violence, jealousy, love confessions, arguments, swearing, slapping (only once and not in a sexual manner), making out, suggestive at the end 【 mdni 】

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it’s been 5 days of heartbreak and it still fucking hurts. it’s a wound that will take a long time to heal, unsure how long or if it’ll ever heal. you try your hardest to forget but it still lingers in your heart, your shattered heart caused by that asshole.

while still suffering a broken heart, life didn’t pause. work has been your main priority, mainly as a distraction but it’s still your responsibility and life. coworkers still showed concern but didn’t want to overwhelm you with their pity. you’re still mopey but not entirely gloomy like a few days ago. the sarcasm and jokes return, your usual self. coworkers and even your boss were happy to see you like that. you may still be hurting inside but laughing and talking with your coworkers does put a smile on your face.

as you back up your tote bag prepared to leave, someone calls out your name. swiftly turning around, your eyes land on a coworker. tall brunette, probably around 5’11 or 6’0, got some muscle but not super jacked, usually wears glasses but seems to be wearing contacts, and a light beard.

“oh hey, enzo.” you offer a soft smile.

he mirrors your smile as approaches you. “hey, how are you? you doing okay?” a hint of concern laced in his tone, head tilted a little.

“eh, not so shitty like before.” you shrug. “but i appreciate you asking, truly.” a smile graces your lips.

the male nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. he seems to be a bit nervous which confuses you a little. “i know you’re going through something right now and you don’t have to agree!” he reassured in a nervous tone.

you raise a brow at him with a tiny smile, knowing where this is going but you want him to say it. to be honest, enzo kinda looks cute when he’s nervous.

“i just wanted know if you… if you wanna grab lunch together?”

oh. your eyes perk up.

enzo keeps rubbing his neck, a bashful smile gracing his lips as he speaks. “there’s this diner that recently opened and i know you’re a sucker for diners so… i thought you wanna try it out with me.” his eyes finally meet yours, anxiously waiting for your answer.

he’s asking you on a date.

honestly, you’re not sure if you’re up for dating considering you’re dealing with a heartbreak, despite that it wasn’t even a real relationship. enzo is a sweet guy, respectful and smart, also attractive. you two shared tiny conversations from time to time.

would one date hurt?

fuck it, why not.

“okay sure, i’ll love to.” you answer with a smile.

enzo’s eyes widen drastically. “wait, really?” he couldn’t hold back a dorky smile.

you chuckle at his reaction. “yes.”

“okay, cool!” he clears his throat after realizing how overly excited he was. “tomorrow at noon? i’ll pick you up. does that work for you?”

you nod with a little smile. “works perfectly.”

afterwords, enzo offered to drive you home, despite your many objections. the man continues to surprise you, opening the door for you like a gentleman. you say your goodbyes with a wave before heading inside your apartment building, enzo watching to make sure you enter in safely before driving away.

reality hits you when you open the door, you have a date with a coworker tomorrow.

welp, can’t be moping forever.

but little did you know a pair of scarlet eyes observing everything from an orange monitor, miles and miles away in a tall building.

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it’s been 5 days and miguel still feels like shit. his already damaged heart still hurting. his workaholic antics grew worse, almost participating in every mission just to stop his mind from thinking of you. however, it fails every time. miguel still occasionally checks up on you through the monitor he has of your street and apartment building. those ruby eyes follow your tiny figure when you walk to and from work. sometimes he really wishes you’d drive instead but he knows you like to walk, despite the heels you would wear sometimes. even though it’s not the same to see you in person, watching and protecting you through a screen he’ll accept, as long as he still sees you, still apart of his life even from far away.

observing the monitor, his thick brows furrowed when your tiny figure doesn’t appear on screen. he saw you heading to work, why aren’t you returning home? those thoughts pause when a car pulls up to your apartment building. his eyes narrow in confusion until he saw a familiar face popping out of the car. you, stepping out of the car with the help of some guy miguel has never seen before.

his face turns into a frown at the sight. who the hell is that guy? miguel doesn’t like what he’s seeing. with the touch of his fingers, he zooms in to get a clear look at this guy. his heart sinks as he watches you smile at this random wimp. when you wave at him with that same smile then head inside, miguel lowers his head in disbelief. his heart stings.

it was only a matter of time until another man waltzed in to capture your heart. a replacement much. and miguel hated it, being replaced so easily.

but what if he’s overthinking? maybe that guy is simply a friend. offering you a ride home is a kind gesture from a friend. that seems reasonable. there is nothing more than that, right? just friends.

oh miguel thought completely wrong.

that same guy pulls up to your apartment building the next day and waits outside. hunched over his desk, miguel observes through suspicious eyes, pondering what this guy’s intentions are. then, his heart drops. you step out of the building, wearing a cute white dress along with a pair of little heels. a matching white bow in your hair and a bit more makeup to emphasize your appearance than usual.

you look so fucking beautiful. that little white dress makes your appearance so angelic. as you walk, it’s like an angel stepping onto earth from heaven.

his mind starts racing. why are you dressed up so nicely? then, realization kicks in.

you’re going on a date.

miguel’s heart breaks, more than it already has been. with an aching chest, he watches the guy open the passenger door for you like a gentleman. well, at least he’s treating you well. those crimson eyes follow the tiny vehicle until the screen vanishes with a trap of his finger. miguel couldn’t watch anymore. the sight of you all dolled up for a man that isn’t him, going out with him, leaves an aching feeling in miguel’s heart. he shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows that. you were never his and he was never yours. but why does it feel like it was?

it was a simple friendship, nothing more. yet, his heart says differently. you were more than just a friend, more than a regular civilian. it was more because miguel’s heart would beat so damn fast whenever you’re near. when you look up at him with those pretty doe eyes. when you smile or laugh, it brightens up his day in a heartbeat.

miguel has been infatuated with you since.

and now he lost you because of his own actions.

“miguel, you coming?” the familiar voice of jessica snaps him out of those sorrowful thoughts.

taking a deep breath through his nose, miguel shuts off the monitors and hops off the platform. “yes, let’s move it.” with a tap to his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of him. he walks through it, his colleague following him to join the others for the mission. those images of you with that guy consumes his mind. this mission will distract him.

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the diner is super cute and vintage. it’s 50s themed, teal chairs and tables with pink walls. you and enzo sit in a booth in the far corner. glancing at the menu, you decide to choose the basic choice. a classic cheeseburger with a shake of your favorite flavor. enzo orders the same, much to your surprise.

“hey, i need to use the restroom real quick. i’ll be right back.” enzo said as he gets up from the booth.

“okay.” you hum with a light smile as you watch him walk away, leaving you alone.

the background music keeps you entertained. classic 50s music. pulling out your phone, you scroll on social media while waiting for enzo’s return. scrolling through through numerous videos of memes and other stuff, you come across a video of a couple. it’s shows cute moments between them. their relationship seems to be so sweet, honest and true. the way the man treats his lady with caring touches, gazing at her with hearts in his eyes. how she reciprocates those feelings and gestures. the cute hugs and kisses. they seem so deeply in love.

you can’t help but imagine you and miguel in those scenarios. oh shit — miguel. you thought of miguel while watching that video. it brought tears to your eyes as you remember all the moments between you and miguel. the hangouts at your apartment. the first night he hung out and you two shared coffee. him stopping by one day to make sure you didn’t get into trouble and snacked on a concha with you. the unforgettable rainy night when you switched him up. the day he dogsit daisy, giving you a tulip as a thank you gift for helping him. hanging out at HQ.

you didn’t even realize a tear trailing down your cheek, slightly ruining your blush. wiping it away with the back of your hand, you hope no one saw.

that’s when you finally realize.

you love miguel.

no matter how hard you try to forget him, now matter how pissed you are at him, he constantly on your mind, in your heart. you love him.

you finally allow your heart to speak for you.

that’s when you tell yourself again: fuck it.

getting out of the booth, you make a beeline to the door. enzo returns from the restroom, perfect timing. he watches you in confusion as he approaches you.

“hey. what’s going on?” he asks, slightly concerned.

“i’m so sorry, enzo. something came up and i gotta go. i’m so sorry for wasting your time and going through this effort for me.” you flash him an apologetic smile before bolting out the door, leaving the male confused and a bit heartbroken.

part of you feels guilty for leaving enzo hanging like that, ditching him to go find another man. you’d have to explain to him one day.

right now, you’re focused on finding miguel.

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passing through the streets, you make your way back to your apartment so you can take your car to HQ. as you make pace, you hear faint sounds of webbing and kicking from a distance. looking up at the rooftops, you find several figures in a fight with some lizard creature. familiar hues of red and dark blue captures your eyes, your heart skipping a beat. without wasting a second, you bolted to the building and go up the stairs of the fire escape. as you make it to the rooftop, it’s a full blown asskicking scene.

your eyes immediately land on the lizard creature, who’s being punched and kicked by two spider-people, ben and hobie. looking around, you find the one man who’s been infiltrating your mind nonstop.

“peter, aim for his head!” the classic shouting from miguel never surprises anyone. he was too occupied with the anomaly to notice your presence from afar.

“i’m trying!” poor peter b. tries following his orders, aiming for the lizard’s head with his webs.

as the asskicking continues, you make your way over with a frown. stopping at a few feet away from the chaos, you yell out with much anger.

“hey, asshole spiderman!”

that familiar voice makes him freeze, shoulders and back tensed. the one voice that’s been haunting him for days. very slowly, miguel turns around to see you standing a few feet away. his pupils dilate drastically, mouth agape underneath his mask. there you are, standing in front of him in all of your glory for the first time in five days. five fucking days of purgatory. there you are, wearing that beautiful white dress that makes you appear like an angel. miguel can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

adoration was replaced with concern because you’re in the middle of a fight. he doesn’t want you to get hurt again. no fucking way that’s happening.

“what the hell are you doing here?!” miguel exclaimed, the eyes of his mask widen in shock. “you need to get out of here, now!”

you stand your ground, frowning. “i’m not going anywhere until we talk!”

miguel stares at you in pure disbelief. “you need to go! i’m not asking you!”

“well too bad! i’m staying right here!” you fold your arms across your chest, standing in your sassy posture as you glare at him.

jesus christ. you’re so fucking stubborn and kinda stupid. he runs a hand over his face, sighing out of frustration. the last thing he needs is arguing with you, especially during a mission.

“why?! why can’t you just listen to me for one second?!” his mask disintegrates, revealing his pissed off face. “why are you here?!”

“porque té quiero, you pinche puto!”

your confession echos, leaving everyone speechless, even the fucking lizard variant. you stand there staring at him with bloodshot eyes, chest heaving due to heavy breathing. miguel stares back with wide eyes, a shocking expression illustrated on his face.

you love him?

miguel can’t comprehend those words. you actually love him? you love him, a chaotic man like him? you share the same love, feelings he has for you? his heart began beating faster, a sign of love.

the fat silence makes you feel a bit awkward, considering you just confessed your love in front of everyone. it was even more awkward since miguel didn’t respond or uttered a single word, only staring at you with those gorgeous crimson eyes. rubies staring into your own eyes, glistening in the sunlight.

you roll back your shoulders awkwardly. “okay, bye.”

swiftly turning around to walk away from embarrassment, you take one step before something wraps around your waist and yanks you backwards, twirling you in the process. a gasp erupts from your throat as you collide with a wall or at least something sturdy. feeling breathless, you quickly look up to find miguel towering over you, one hand wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close to his chest with no space between you two.

“cabrón.” you playfully hit his chest with a fist, knowing it doesn’t affect him but you’re pissed so.

he gazes down at you with pure adoration, heart beating faster than ever. he’s been wanting to do that for so long just to see your pissed off expression. definitely worth the wait. the corner of his lip curls up, forming into a smirk. just as your lips part open to say something else, miguel stops you by quickly leaning down and smash his lips against yours.

the moment you two have been yearning for.

you finally get to feel those plump lips. damn they feel nice, you melt into the kiss. miguel, on the other hand, is on cloud fucking nine. your lips taste so sweet, just like he imagined. god your lips are addictively sweet and soft, something that leaves a man yearning for more. your lipgloss sticks into his lips but he doesn’t give a shit. he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, earning a soft moan from you. it feels like it’s just you two, the rest of the world doesn’t exist like a blur. just two people intertwining their souls in a lovely moment. the sunset is a cherry on top, illuminating a dreamy scenery.

the dreamy scenery fades away at the sounds of whistling from the distance. an annoyed groan escapes miguel’s lips as you part away to look at the other spider-people from across. peter has the biggest shit eating grin, rooting for you two while mayday giggles in the baby carrier. jess simply smiles at you two, feeling like a proud mom. ben is dumbfounded by the sight, jaw dropped and eyes popping out of his face. hobie just smirks, winking at you. he’s finally glad you two got your shit together. they all got the memo, mainly due to miguel’s heavy glare, and leave through the portal with the captured lizard variant, leaving you and miguel alone.

“i—“ he looks back to you but is cut off by a slap to the face. his cheek now flushed and stings, gingerly rubbing it with one hand.

“don’t ever do that shit again.” you threaten, glaring at him with piercing eyes.

miguel knew exactly what you meant; the web lasso. but it was mainly for everything he put you through. a low chuckle spills from his lips before his expression turns sorrowful. “i’m sorry… for everything. for hurting you and pushing you away. i didn’t mean anything that i said about regretting meeting you. i’m happy that i met you, fucking grateful. i was just scared of losing you, losing another...” his shoulders sag, a small pout on his lips, hurt in his brown eyes, mimicking a sad puppy. “i know it’s a weak excuse but please believe me i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, just want to tell you how sorry and regretful i am.”

emotional tears began forming as you look up at him with sad eyes, heart aching at his words. of course you forgive him because you love him and you believe his words. “you fucked me up good.” you chuckle halfheartedly and he frowns. “i cried over your dumbass.” you watch him pout more, making your heart flutter. “but that proves how much i care for your dumbass.” you playfully nudged his chest, eliciting a chuckle from the man that you love.

“lo siento, mi alma.” he gently cups your cheek with a hand and you lean into his touch, his heart skipping a beat at the sensation. “i hated that i made you cry and i never want to be the reason ever again.”

“i know.” you flash him a sad smile. “you have a lot of making up to do, tonto.” you playfully glare at him.

the corner of his lip curls up, forming a smirk. “oh yo sé, hermosa. i promise to make it up to you in best possible ways.” he states wholeheartedly as he leans in and capture your lips with his again.

you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, standing on your tippy toes. his hands come down and wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer against him, leaving no space between. your lips intertwined in a dance, relishing the feeling of his plump lips against yours and your soft lips against his. tilting his head a bit, miguel deepens the kiss as his tongue sneaks in and licks your lips for passage. you happily accept, opening your mouth which miguel doesn’t hesitate to invade with his tongue in a hungry manner. the soft moan leaving your lips couldn’t be held back. he groans in response. his broad hands roam over your back, up to your small shoulders blades then to the curve of your spine before resting right above your ass. you shiver under his addictive touch, becoming putty.

miguel couldn’t resist anymore. he palms your clothed ass, eliciting another soft moan from you which drives him crazy. he grows more touchier, gently groping your curves through the dress, feeling your soft body in his palms. the makeout session grows a bit spicer. using his gizmo, he opens a portal behind you. grabbing the back of your thighs, miguel lifts you up and carries you in his arms. a muffled squeal leaves your lips before turning into a giggle, tightening your grip on his thick neck as support.

carrying you in his arms, miguel steps through the portal, determined to show his love for you.

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teenidlegirl · 16 days

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ since the aftermath between you and miguel, you went your separate ways. occupied with work and other shenanigans but the heartbreak still lingers.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, post-heartbreak, hurt/no comfort, swearing, mentions of past character death, a filler tbh

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it’s been three days since you last saw miguel. three days since he basically told you to fuck off, get the hell out of his life. three nights of endless teary nights he caused. those salty tears were all because of that fucking asshole who broke your heart.

“i should never have met you.”

that phrase plagued your mind; an endless nightmare. you can’t believe he said that. it was a stab to the heart. a heart that would always beat fast for him. you truly believed he cared about you, liked you at the very least. but now he admits he regrets meeting you? that broke your heart because you actually liked for him. cared too much for him. shit you were developing feelings for that bastard but now that was thrown out the window.

a man who you weren’t even in a relationship with broke your heart. when you broke up with your ex, you didn’t cry as much over him like miguel.

that proves how much you care for miguel.

well, cared for because now you’re not friends anymore. nah that’s a fucking lie. deep down, you still care for him no matter what. that’s what hurts the most, you still care for that asshole.

those daily visits to your apartment, finding him on your balcony and inviting him in, stopped. and goddamnit you miss it so much. how brightly you would smile when he’d land on your balcony. watching daisy get excited with her cute poofy tail wagging when she sees him. those little chitchats you two would engage in while sipping on coffee or munching on whatever pastry you recently bought. god just thinking about those memories makes want to you bawl your eyes out (you already have been).

why does it hurt so bad when it shouldn’t have?

why are you still moping about some guy who pushed you away?

except… he wasn’t just any guy.

he was someone you deeply cared about. someone you trusted wholeheartedly. someone who visited you and hung out with you over some coffee or snack. someone who gifted you your favorite flower. someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer and practically begged you to let him repay you. someone who opened up his past to you because he trusted you. someone who pulled an all-nighter just to make sure you slept okay after experiencing a near death experience. someone who cared about you.

fuck — it hurts so much.

honestly, you want to go find miguel and tell him ‘to go fuck himself’ for making you feel like this. but, that would only make things worse. only add more salt to the already fucked up wound.

other than moping around and crying, you drowned yourself into work. can you even say drowned since you actually drowned, at least almost? hell yeah because dark humor is the best humor. you went back to work like nothing happened. luckily everything happened over the weekend so you didn’t miss days. although, your coworkers and even your boss noticed a change in your demeanor. quiet, pessimistic, gloomy. no iconic sassy or sarcastic remarks. you’re one of the funniest people in the company, everyone would always laugh at your jokes or remarks. laughter would fill the room. but now it was just silence. people were concerned, including your boss. one day he called you in and asked what’s going on. you simply said it was a family issue. he sensed it was something more but he didn’t push the subject further. he suggested giving you some time off but you kindly declined and insisted on working like usual. not only is your boss a smart man but he cares for his employees, especially you since you’re one of his best. but he also knows you’re stubborn so he accepted but encouraged you to not overwork yourself and take breaks.

and you did followed his advice. when you returned home, you indulged in your hobbies. you got back on track with your bullet journal, writing down events and filling in trackers for certain topics. you did some coloring in your big coloring book of mandalas while listening to music. played video games with your online friends. go on walks with daisy at the local park. doing things you enjoy as an attempt to forget how shitty the past week has been. while having fun and enjoying your time, miguel still lingers in mind.

not only him but your other spider friends. you miss them terribly, especially hobie. you can’t visit them since you destroyed your watch and you don’t wanna drive there. one thing you regret is not having a method to contact any of them. maybe you shouldn’t have thrown your watch but you didn’t want anything that had connections to miguel.

except for that white tulip.

it’s slowly deteriorating but remains in the vase on your nightstand. every time you wake up, you stare at it as the memory of him giving it to you replays in your mind. you smile each time at the cute memory.

the heartbreak still lingers. no matter what you do, miguel is always on your mind. sometimes you wonder how he’s doing, probably yelling a lot and is a total mess like you. the thought makes your heart ache but what could you do? the bastard wanted this to happen. it’s his fault; his cause.

but like mentioned before, you still care for him.

and it fucking hurts.

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three days of fucking hell.

three days of torment and regret.

he fucked up for a second time and it hurts way more this time. he hurt you again and miguel hates himself for it, causing you pain. guilt and regret consumed his entire being like a poison fruit, consuming up his already broken heart. he lost you for a second time and possibly he lost you forever.

he had let you go to protect you.

protect you from himself.

protect you from the dangers of his life.

miguel couldn’t bare losing another person he cared about. he couldn’t lose someone again. he couldn’t lose you. but he did, just not in that way. pushing you away was the only way you’d be safe, away from him and the dangers that surrounds his life. superheroes and civilians aren’t meant to be together. to be a hero, there has to be villains which equals to danger and endless violence. when you get close with a hero, whether you’re their friend, relative or lover, you’ll always have a target on your back. villains will strike the hero’s heart, their weakness: loved ones. miguel lost one, his beautiful daughter. whether she was from a different universe, she was his daughter no matter what. his whole world suddenly taken from him due to his actions. his poor gabriella vanished from his hands, crying out to him before disappearing forever right in front of his eyes.

grief and pain consumed his heart, only black with no remaining love inside. just pure self loathing. every spider-person suffered great losses, it’s part of being a spider-person, the canon. miguel’s was a different level of loss; by his own hands. that’s why he shut himself out, closed off close connections with anyone, refused to allow himself to be vulnerable with anyone. concealed his heart, locking it with a chain from allowing others to open it.

but look what happened with you.

you unlocked his heart, making him feel vulnerable. making his heart flutter every time he saw you, that beautiful smile or laugh of yours. those sassy remarks that he always enjoyed, even if he rolls his eyes or grunts. being with you made him feel happy, safe and vulnerable. it’s like a warm feeling that he wants to stay in and never leave. miguel never believed he would experience those feelings again.

you made him feel those things. you made him feel love once again. you made him believe in love again.

and yes, miguel fell in love with you.

but the fear of losing you betrayed everything, consuming his already fragile mind. it was one of the most painful decisions he made, letting you go in order to protect you. letting go of his heart.

sometimes, heroes don’t get a happy ending.

miguel still watches over you through the same monitor of your apartment building and street. those scarlet eyes following your tiny figure through the screen, filled with hurt and guilt. even in separate paths, he still looks out for you and protects you from afar. the only way he can still see you, even if it’s through a screen. miguel will always look out for you.

your protecter from afar.

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you wake up in a random bed and dressed in an oversized shirt. turns out you are in miguel’s penthouse. you demand some answers about what happened. however, he says some things he shouldn't have said.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, heartbreak (sorry not sorry), swearing, mentions of drowning, mentions of near-death experiences, miguel being an asshole

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softness awakes you, engulfing your body in a delicious comfort. the sunlight shines down your on form, like a warm blanket. slowly opening your eyes, you’re greeted by the warm light of the sun through the window, no curtains to block it. you blink a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight. once your eyes adjust, you look around your surroundings. you find yourself in a bed, not your bed. this is not your room; not your home. you take a moment to stretch, arching your back and stretching your arms, soft kitten moans escaping your lips. damn that was a good stretch. slowly sitting up on the bed, you find daisy on the floor softly barking and wagging her small poofy tail in excitement. oh how you miss your furry baby. before you jump out of bed, you quickly glance down at your clothes. a plain white shirt.

wait — this isn’t your shirt.

you slowly get out of bed, rubbing your eyes. as you stand up, you glance down at the white shirt again and your mouth drops open.

holy shit — the shirt is huge on you. it reaches down to your knees and the sleeves are so loose on your shoulders. it looks like a nightgown. looking down further, you seem to be wearing a pair of white socks that goes up to your calves.

whose clothes are these?

whose home are you in?

so many questions plagued your mind. scooping up daisy and carrying her in your arms, you walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway. there’s no pictures or wall decor, only blank white walls. two voices come from the end of the hallway. walking down the hallway and entering the living room, you find a tall man clad in a white long sleeve sweater and gray sweats standing in the middle of the room. you recognize that muscular back any day.

“uhhh boss, you got a visitor.” lyla nods her head at you before vanishing.

miguel swiftly turns around, meeting your gaze. “oh you’re awake, oh gracias a dios.” he walks up to you but leaves some space in between.

“uh yeah.” you clean your throat awkwardly. “quick question, where the hell am i?” you quirk a brow.

“my penthouse.”

your brows raised in surprise. “your penthouse? goddamn. okay, richie rich.” a chuckle escapes your lips, glancing around the living room in amazement.

miguel rolls his eyes, taking another step closer. “how’re you feeling? did you sleep okay?” he rushed out, hint of concern in his tone.

“uh yeah, actually. probably one of the best naps i’ve ever taken.” you chuckle, gently petting daisy’s head. “what the hell happened last night?” you knew something happened in order for you to end up in miguel’s penthouse. yes, you do remember him and the gang rescuing you but your mind went blank afterwards. you really want answers.

miguel stares at you dumbfounded. “are you serious? you don’t remember anything?” he sounds genuinely shocked, or even confused a bit.

“oh well — i remember you and the others rescuing me. kicked harry’s and doc ock’s asses but i don’t remember anything else after that.” you shrug awkwardly but answer truthfully.

you got the sense something serious happened by the way miguel was looking at you with those wide eyes, like he was in disbelief by your words. it made you feel a bit anxious. what the hell happened last night? was it that bad or something?

a sad sigh escaped his plump lips as he ran a hand through his dark chocolate locks, the other hand resting on his waist.

oh you didn’t like that look. that definitely meant something bad happened.

“miguel, what happened?” you sounded desperate, taking a step closer towards him.

he turns away from you. hands rested on his waist, head hanging low. “you couldn’t listen, could you? always so damn stubborn.” he mumbled.

you frown at that. “what?…”

“why couldn’t you just listen to me?” he mumbles on, still looking away from you.

why is he saying these things? did you do something bad? it confuses the hell out of you. sure, you are a stubborn person but not stupid. these mumble words were starting to piss you off since he isn’t answering the damn question.

you take another step forward. “miguel, what the hell happened?!”

“YOU ALMOST DIED!”

he finally turns around. crimson eyes boring into yours. canines and claws peeking out. chest heaving rapidly and hands balled into fists at his sides.

that look reminded you the first time he looked at you like that when you accidentally snooped through his private files in his office. the sight terrified you, this time not really but startled you a bit. it just naturally happens when he get angry or frustrated.

“what?…” you look at him confusingly, almost in disbelief at his shocking answer.

“you almost drowned!” miguel threw his hands in the air out of frustration. “you almost drowned, don’t you understand that?! of course not because you’re so fucking stubborn! you should have just listened to me when i told you to leave but no! you never listen to me and almost got yourself killed!”

for once, you were speechless. all you could do was stare at him with wide eyes. poor daisy was shivering in your arms, softly whining.

almost drowned? oh fuck.

it was that bad.

he lets out a sad sigh at the lack of your response. miguel runs a hand through his hair again, shoulders slumped. he knows lashing out at you is wrong, considering the last time he did that and things went to shit afterwards. he needs to tell you everything.

“after we took them down, harry activated one of his grenades and threw it at us. i rushed out to you but the whole place blew up before i could even reach you. then, you got knocked out by one of the pillars and you fell into the lake. i went after and saved you. when i did, you didn’t wake up…” miguel meets your gaze for a moment then looks back down, feeling anxious at the horrible memory. “you… you just laid there… not moving or breathing for two minutes. two fucking minutes. the worst two minutes of my fucking life.” he rubs the temples of his forehead with a hand, calming himself to not lash out again. “then you finally did.” he brings down his hand to his side. “but then you passed out. so i took you back here, changed you into warm clothes and carefully placed you in my bed so you could rest. i stayed up all night to make sure you were okay.”

you remain speechless, or perhaps enthralled by the last part. he took care of you? changed you out of your drenched dress and into his own clothes? slept in his own damn bed? stayed up all night just to see if you were okay? your heart fucking melted. suddenly, your eyes began to feel moist but you held it back. you can't cry right now.

“i…” you don’t even know what to say, too speechless and enthralled by his actions. the first thing that popped in your mind was expressing your gratitude. “thank you… for all of this…” you gesture at your (his) shirt and his bedroom. “i’m grateful…”

you were too shy to look at him. when you do, your eyes meet for a second before miguel looks away. he turns around again, his muscular back to you. the sight makes you sigh, slightly annoyed.

“what?” you push, annoyance laced in your tone.

you’re only met with silence. it’s clear there was more and miguel is just being difficult. you just wait, folding your arms over your chest.

“this can’t happen anymore…”

you look at him in confusion. “what?”

his shoulders slumped as a sad sigh escapes him, clenching his fists. “whatever… this is, it’s over.”

anxiety starts kicking in, adrenaline flowing through your veins. “what the hell are you talking about?”

miguel turns to face you, those ruby irises present. “this!” he gestures at the space between you two. “whatever this is, it’s done! it’s over.”

you stand there dumbfounded. heart pounding in your chest, anxiety consuming your body. a thin layer of water began forming in your eyes. “what?”

he flinched at your voice crack, making his heart ache. “you need to forget about me. forget about everything about us.”

you frown. “what the fuck are you talking about? what do you mean ‘forget about you’?”

“we can’t be friends anymore, or whatever the hell we were. this is done.” miguel states firmly, but deep down inside he was hurting. he knew this would hurt you both, break both your hearts.

but he has to do this.

he has to keep you away from the down side of him.

your vision turns glossy as tears threaten to spill. your heart breaks, anxiety at its peak. he can’t be serious. he doesn’t want to be friends anymore? he wants you to forget him? and he forgets you?

what the fuck?

“why?” your voice cracks, a mix of upset and anger.

“because you’ll get hurt!” miguel exclaims and you went silent. “you’ll always be in danger because of me! look what happened! you were kidnapped and almost fucking drowned because of me!”

a single tear drop from your eyes trails down your cheek and miguel’s heart cracks.

“this is why i don’t get close with anyone! because they always get hurt, or worse, killed!” his chest heaves. “i should never have met you.” oh fuck that slipped out his mouth and instantly regret it. his eyes widen in realization, looking at you but he knew those words hurt you by that heartbroken look. oh he fucked up again and he hates himself. he hates the hurt look in your eyes all because of him.

that’s when your heart breaks.

in simple terms, he wants you out of his life.

to fuck off.

more tears spill from your eyes and you don’t even bother to wipe them, allowing them to fall freely. you can’t even look at him anymore now that he wants you out of his life. then, the sorrow turns into anger. very slowly and intimating, you finally look up at him but with anger in your eyes. that made miguel shit his pants, an unpleasant shiver his spine. that was the first time he witnessed anger in you.

“fine.”

without giving him a chance to speak, you storm back into his bedroom, leaving a confused miguel in the living room. not even five minutes, you return but wearing your black dress that was drenched from yesterday’s attack as daisy follows you. supposedly he washed and dried it while you were asleep; how generous but that doesn’t get rid of the frustration flowing through your veins at this moment. miguel watches you walk towards the front door without sharing a glance at him before stopping in front of it.

“since you want me out of your fucking life, i don’t need this shit.” you take off the watch he gave you and throw it on the floor, shattering into pieces. without looking back at him, you grab daisy again and walk out the door, slammed it on your way out, leaving him speechless and heartbroken.

the minute the door closed, miguel fell down to his knees and broke down.

he fucked up for the second time.

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teenidlegirl · 21 days

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this new cop!miguel series is gonna be a bit spicy with action. i think it’s gonna be my new fav. got ideas cooking and planning some stuff out rn. 🤭

btw there should be cop!miguel art out there. any lovely artists out there, please do! 😩🙏🏼

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omg i’ve never been included in a tagging game before. thank you so much @miguelhugger2099 for tagging me, such an honor omfg. 🤍

meet me halfway chapters 13, 14, 15, 16

love to lay

intertwined in death (corpse bride!au)

once upon a dream

disneyland with miguel hcs

coffee crime (cop!miguel series in the works)

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WIP Folder Game!

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @dutifullylazybread thank you so much for including me!

So My WIPS I have quite a few... Also I am to tattle on myself with my crack ship I've been obsessing over lately...

Presents of Zevlor

Remember Me (Miguel Fic)

Corrupted (Zevlor)

Touched starved HCs

Tiefling Bachelors with Secret Smut stash HCs

Fated Mates (Rolan)

Rolan x maid

Lea'zel x Cal HCs... (if you know you know...)

Be sweet to me chapter 3

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omg your blog is so pretty!!

thank you! ♡

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 ┆ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ the spider squad come to your rescue but drama and misunderstandings unravel. events escalate very quickly which leads to chaos.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, violence, mainly asskicking, near death experiences, swearing, villain shenanigans

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those violent delights crept into his mind.

keep bleeding through the light, darkness consuming his mind and heart. not an ounce of mercy or rationality, only pure delights of vengeance.

his heart pumping blood of anxiety through his veins. with each swing he takes, it beats faster. once he lands on the roof of the warehouse, miguel doesn’t waste a second to smash through the glass roof with his full body. the shattered glass follows him down to the ground as he lands, bits and pieces surrounding him, some on his shoulders but miguel doesn’t even bother to brush them off. those ruby eyes scan the area for your tiny figure but no avail. a grunt of frustration spills from his plump lips.

he’s going to find you.

no matter what. he will find you.

and swear to god, if that goblin hurt you, oh miguel is going to rip his heart out with his talons.

miguel begins moving on foot since there’s no enemies in sight. it’s actually good goblin isn’t here at the moment, no ass-whooping just yet. as much as he wants to beat the shit out of that fucker, his main priority is finding you. no matter the circumstances, you are all that matters. miguel will do anything to find you, to see your gorgeous face once again. to hear your contagious yet adorable laugh. to hear those iconic sassy, unhinged remarks that always riled him up yet enjoys them.

he misses you so much it hurts. since the moment he met you, miguel’s been infatuated with you. the alluring energy radiating from you that plagues his entire soul. hanging out with you brings him a sense of tranquil and happiness, two feelings he hasn’t felt in years. you made him feel those things; a civilian who captured his attention. but you’re more than a regular civilian, more than a friend. you mean so much to him and he can’t lose you.

miguel is going to find you and bring you home.

━━━━━━━━ ִ ۫ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ۫ ݂ ━━━━━━━━

loud thuds echo as he takes a step. clenched fists at his sides, shoulders tensed, chest heaving and brows furrowed. those ruby eyes scan every inch of the warehouse for your tiny figure. unfortunately, no luck but miguel isn’t giving up. no way in fucking hell he will. as he continues searching, he finds a machine and an abandoned workbench with shredded blueprints and debris. his eyes focused on the strange machine, noting the several vials and tubes connected to them along with numerous wires.

what the fuck is that for?

what is the goblin planning? a machine with bunch of vials and tubes? an experiment, perhaps? the seat in the middle of the machine which contains the tubes connected to vials answers the question.

but what for? or the better question, who for?

that sent shivers of fear through miguel’s body. he does not like what this goblin is planning. some crazy ass scientist experiment. disturbing much.

his eyes tear away from the machine when he hears footsteps from the shadows, his head snapping in the exact direction.

“well, well, well…” a sinister voice he knows too well. “nice to see you again, spidey.” the face he’s been wanting to punch slowly emerges from the the shadows, a sinister smile illustrating on his face.

miguel doesn’t waste time as he lunges forward at the villain variant with a loud grunt. aggressively grabbing harry by the neck, miguel slams him against the wall with a powerful thud, making the villain choke a groan of pain.

“where is she?” miguel demands through gritted teeth, leaning towards harry’s face.

the bastard managed to smirk while being almost choked to death. “oh you mean [y/n]?” a weak chuckle escapes him when he feels miguel’s hand tighten against his neck. “she’s quite feisty, very sassy. i understand why you like her so much. such a beautiful woman with much fire within her.” he said with much admiration, knowing it would piss off miguel even more, his grip tightened more. “she’ll make a perfect wife, the perfect mrs. osborn.”

oh that sentence broke hell loose.

letting out a snarl, miguel’s mask disintegrates and reveals those pearly white fangs ready to bite and inject venom with a wide open mouth. just before he could fulfill his darkest desire, heavily thuds and sounds of metal comes from behind made him stop and swiftly turn around. long cybernetic tentacles emerge from the shadows, loud thuds as it slams onto the ground causing vibrations. miguel’s eyes widen in surprise. an accomplice.

a doc ock variant. another fucking anomaly.

different than the one he captured a few days ago.

when the hell did he join? how come miguel never got notified of this anomaly? perhaps he was too blinded by rage to know.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” octavius warns in a lone menacing tone.

these two join forces together? established an alliance? well this is just fucking great, but he can take them both down. months of capturing anomalies, even capturing multiple ones in one universe proved this mission would be the same. however, it was different considering it involves an innocent life in danger, extremely different since it’s your life that’s in danger. it’s your life at stake and miguel can not fail this mission, can not fail to save you. he can’t bare another death on his conscience.

he can’t lose you.

while basically choking harry to death, his crimson eyes never avert from octavius. “taking you both won’t be a problem.” miguel threatens.

an unimpressed chuckle spills from the villain’s mouth, shaking his head in disbelief. “you might want to rethink that.” he doesn’t give miguel time to respond when one of his cybernetic tentacles moves forward revealing you trapped inside the pincer, your poor little body heavily restrained by the cold harsh metallic sensation pressing into your delicate skin. soft mewls spilling from your trembling lips, desperately trying to escape by wiggling but no avail.

miguel’s eyes widen drastically when he saw you, his heart beating faster.

oh my god, you’re alive. oh thank god.

however, fury boils in his blood at the sight of the damn pincer wrapped around your tiny figure. how uncomfortable and distraught you look made miguel’s heart ache terribly.

“let her go or things will get ugly.” pure venom in his tone, red eyes heavily glaring at the villain variant.

“i’m afraid i can’t do that. she’s perfectly comfortable within my grasp.” doc ock mischievously smiles, taking a quick glance at you.

“oh fuck off—“ you spit out before the pincer tightens around your poor fragile body, squeezing you which makes you wheeze in pain.

miguel’s eyes furrowed, blood boiling at an alarming rate. oh that fucker is gonna get it. letting go of harry, he leaps forward but doc ock acted quicker, using one tentacle arm to grab and slam miguel against the wall, trapping him. a heavy groan spills from his lips at the impact. a weak muffled whine escapes your covered lips as you watch your beloved spiderman get hurt. oh your heart cracks.

“not so fast, spider-man. you don’t get your prize yet.” the doc ock variant teases menacingly.

trembling onto his feet, harry swipes off debris from himself and walks over. “thank you, otto.” he rubs his neck with a hand, visible bruises from miguel’s claws. “well… i believe it’s showtime, don’t you agree?”

those ruby irises narrow at his words. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“oh! well, you see that machine right there, resting in all its glory?” harry gestures at the machine with one hand. “that is your throne where it will drain every ounce of rapture from your veins and rest in those vials.” the corner of his lip curls upward into a smug smirk as he watches miguel’s eyes widen in shock.

“that’s not happening.” miguel states through gritted teeth, trying to escape from doc ock’s grip.

a mocking laugh echoes the room. “oh but it is, if you wish to save your girlfriend.” harry glances at you with a fake apologetic expression, earning himself a glare which makes him smirk. he turns back to miguel. “do it and she’ll be free, no harm done.”

fuck. always coming down to a choice.

or more precisely, sacrifice.

with no rapture means the end for him. but it also means saving you. miguel would do anything to save you, even if it means giving up his own life for yours. he’ll die happily knowing that you’re alive and safe.

“fine.” those red menacing eyes meant it.

“no!” you cry, wiggling in the firm grip of the metallic claw but unfortunately no avail.

you don’t want miguel to die. he can’t! he doesn’t deserve this. he has suffered so much already. he can’t sacrifice himself for you. no he can’t.

you can’t lose him.

miguel’s eyes instantly shift to you. his heart cracks at your tearful eyes and trembling state. your desperate cries of begging him to not do it echoes throughout the warehouse as you squirm under the doc ock’s grip, desperate to break free and run to him. the sight breaks him, damaging his already damaged heart. he can’t bare to see those gorgeous eyes swell in tears. but in the end, he’ll do anything for you, to take away the pain from you, to make those tears stop, even if means sacrificing himself.

surrendering wholeheartedly, miguel stops fighting back and slumps into octavius’ grip. the sight of a defeated spider-man brings pleasure to harry’s mind. finally, the man responsible for his father’s death is going to pay the consequences.

however, before anything else could happen, the glass ceiling shatters as several figures fell down from above. it’s the spider squad, they arrived just in time. peter and jess are the first to land, the other three followed suit, landing behind the two. a wide smile forms on your lips at the relieving sight of your spider friends. a very angry harry obsorn glares at the gang, grunting in frustration that his plan is slightly sabotaged but it still can be fulfilled. all he needs is miguel to fail, utterly defeated and worn out. with the help of doc ock, he will keep the the other spiders occupied while harry deals with his nemesis.

“looks like you just got busted.” peter said heroically with a puffed up chest, mimicking the classic superhero stance. mayday copies his mannerisms in the baby carrier, wearing her cute spider-man beanie, a replica of her father’s mask.

a collective groan behind him fills the room.

“what?” peter asks genuinely confused, turning around to face the group.

“please, do not ever say that again.” jessica rubs the temples of her forehead with a hand while the other rests on her hip like a disappointed mother.

“aw come on! that sounded cool! especially after a cool entrance like that.” peter motions at the now broken glass ceiling with a dorky smile on his face.

“it was kinda cliche.” gwen said shrugging her shoulders, nervously rubbing the back of her neck

hobie nods, humming in agreement. ben just stands there mopping and waiting.

“ahem!”

the gang looks back at a pissed off miguel whose crimson daggering eyes glare at them. “move it!”

and with that, they all lunged forward and split up. gwen, peter and jess go after harry. hobie and ben join miguel to attack doc ock. miguel goes straight for you but of course the villain variant acted quicker. you yelp when you’re suddenly yanked away from miguel’s attempted grasp as octavius starts climbing up the walls then the ceiling. you squirm under the tight grip of the tentacle arm, your hair falling over your face as you continue squealing, legs kicking in the air and punching fists. an angry grunt spills from his plump lips as miguel chases after you, the two other spidermen following him. he orders one of them to swing forward and cut doc ock off, ben does the job. the young spider-man cuts him off him by shooting webs and going in for a kick directly to the face. that knocks the villain out, losing balance for a moment. the cybernetic arm engulfing you let’s go, your heart stops and stomach drops. a scream erupts from your lungs as you fall until you feel a very strong arm wrapped securely around your torso.

“i got you.” a familiar baritone voice said reassuringly.

instinctively, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. using one hand for webs while the other is wrapped around your body, miguel swings away from the chaos to place you someplace safe. his grip on you tightens, relishing the sensation of your body against his own, afraid of letting you go. oh god he has never felt so relieved, grateful to have you in his arms. his larger figure engulfing yours. the softness of yours against his roughness. is it wrong to say he enjoys, loves having you in his arms? there haven't been many intimate moments between you two like this, other than when he first saved you and that one night he took you home. there hasn’t been any hugging or similar intimacy, just light touches yet still igniting sparks within you two.

once you were far enough from the chaos, miguel carefully sets you down on your feet. he can sense your hesitation when your arms are still wrapped around him. he doesn’t want to let go either. but to both your dismay, you do but very slowly, retracting your arms from his neck. miguel, on the other hand, still holds you by the waist. not tightly like before, just his fingers skimming the material of your dress.

his ruby eyes look down at you, scanning over your figure for any bruises or cuts. “are you okay? did he hurt you? i swear, if he—“

you shook your head. “no, i’m fine. although, he did low-key squeeze the life outta me for a sec.” you watch his brows furrow. “but that’s all.” you said reassuringly with a sincere look in your eyes.

he analyze your face to see if you were truly okay. part of him is still angry and concern but your eyes, your gorgeous eyes he loves, were telling the truth. he lets out sigh of relief, shoulders slightly slumped.

you’re okay and safe, all he asked for. however, you need to get out of here, away from danger.

the sounds of fighting from the distance snaps him back into reality. “you need to get out of here now.” miguel hands you the watch he loaned you. “head back home or to HQ, i’ll meet you there after the mission is done.”

you glance at the watch then back up at him with furrowed brows. “but miguel—“

“go.” he commands, making you flinch. “leave, now.” he let’s go of you and starts walking away. “and don’t you fucking dare stay here.” miguel warns, pointing a finger at you before swinging away to join the others.

an unpleasant shiver went straight down your spine. those ruby eyes weren’t joking, just pure determination with hints of fury. miguel is always firm with his words. it’s the logical, smart way to leave and head back home or to HQ. however, you remember harry’s plan is still intact. that fucker ain’t getting a drop of miguel’s rapture. no fucking way that’s happening. that machine needs to be destroyed or at least shut down.

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lots of asskicking in motion. much to their surprise, these two villain variants are a bit more difficult than previous versions. time is running thin and miguel has no patience, a trait he doesn’t possess. loud angry grunts spills from his lips, desperate to get rid of these anomalies before more chaos ensues.

“you ruined everything!” harry snarls, heavily glaring at the man responsible for his father’s demise.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, kid.” miguel swings after him, shooting a web but only to be cut by a blade from harry’s glider.

from the distance, you run back to the scene. one half of the quad was fighting doc ock while the other dealing with goblin. your eyes widen in horror when you find miguel and harry fighting. your presence didn’t go unnoticed by miguel but he was too focus on catching the damn goblin. you make a beeline for the machine and try shutting it down. luckily, harry was too occupied with miguel to notice.

“you know exactly what i’m talking about, you fucking murderer!” goblin goes in for a punch at the red and blue hero but misses.

the eyes of miguel’s mask widen at the shocking yet absurd accusation. “murderer?! what the hell are you talking about?!”

“YOU MURDERED MY FATHER, YOU BASTARD!”

for once, miguel went silent, pure shock illustrated on his face. murdered his father? what is he… oh wait! he’s the son of that norman obsorn variant from that mission months ago?! the puzzle pieces finally came together. this is revenge, this was all about him and using you as bait. but miguel didn’t murder norman, it was an accident.

“it was an accident.” miguel slowly raised his hands in the air, a sign that he means no more harm but only to speak. “i didn’t murder your father, harry.”

the younger male scoffs angrily. “yes you did! you chased after him like a wild fucking creature! chasing after him until he fell down to his death!” he spits out with bloodshot eyes.

miguel sadly sighs. “look… i was chasing after your dad so i can take him back to his original universe or the multiverse would collapse. i was trying to reason with him but he kept running away.” he slowly brings down his hands. “i caught up to him but he kept fighting, refusing to listen. things got out of hand then… he slipped off his glider.” he averts his gaze from harry, looking down at the ground as guilt began consuming his mind. “i tried to save him. believe me, kid, i tried. i went after him, so damn close to catch him but… it was too late.” a slight crack in his voice, hint of guilt in his tone.

a fat silence fell between them, only the gentle sounds of the water outside. when miguel looks up at harry, he’s looking down to conceal those tears swelling his eyes. guilt kicked him even harder.

“i’m sorry, harry…” miguel takes one step forward, reaching out a hand with slumped shoulders. “to this day, i regret that night.”

the young male remains silent, allowing those salty tears to fall. but then, those sorrowful feelings turn into rage. slowly lifting up his head in a intimidating manner, those eyes were no longer filled with tears but with vengeance. “he died by your failure… you took the only person who cared about me…”

“harry…” miguel warns.

the corners of his lips curl up into a menacing smile. “now i’m going to take the only person who cares about you.”

that makes his heart stop. “harry, no!“

the villain ignores him as he flies away towards you. miguel quickly jumps after harry, successfully catches him which knocks them both down to the ground. with the help of hobie and ben, they managed to capture the green goblin variant and send him back to HQ, permanently this time. luckily, the other group succeeded in capturing doc ock.

the mission is now complete.

the multiverse is still intact and stable.

the nightmare is over.

gwen, peter, and jessica escort doc ock through the portal. ben and hobie do the same with harry. but just before they could enter the portal, the bastard activates a small golden ball which was hidden in his hand and throws it towards miguel. his eyes widen drastically at the green flickering light. before he could even catch it or run towards you, the ball explodes. the warehouse blows apart and collapses, smoke and fire erupting from the explosion.

shielding himself with his arms, miguel immediately looks up to find you. “[y/n]?!” anxiety and fear flows through his veins once again. the smoke overfilled his senses and vision. he stops panicking the moment his eyes find your small figure from a distance. he shouts out your name again but in relief. without hesitation, miguel bolts across to reach you.

“miguel!” you shout before a cough interrupts you, waving a hand through the smoke.

before you could start running, a collapsing pillar crashes down and knocks you out, sending you flying off the barrier. a horrific scream erupts from your lungs as you fall into the water.

“NOOOO!”

miguel chases after you, jumping off and into the water. he swims after you, using all of his strength to save you. he grabs you, wraps an arm around your waist and starts swimming up to the surface. using a web, he swings you both back onto the barrier. very carefully, he lays you on the floor as if you’re a porcelain doll, hovering over your drenched body. both of his hands come up to hold your face very carefully, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“no no no. please! [y/n]!” his thumbs caress your cheeks as panic took over his body. miguel then starts preforming cpr on you. after three tries, you’re still not responding. “[y/n], por favor!” he cries before giving it another shot, praying you wake up this time. after the fourth try, no response. tears began swelling up in those gorgeous brown eyes.

“don’t leave me, mi alma…” he whispers in your ear, desperation and fear in his tone.

after a few seconds of sorrow, a loud gasp escapes your lips before turning into coughing. miguel’s head immediately shoots up and looks at you, a big sensation of relief flowing through his body. you cough out the water trapped in your lungs. miguel caresses your face, brushing away any wet hair from your face as you cough out remaining water, whispering endless praises.

“you’re okay… you’re okay.” he whispers softly, more like to himself as a reminder, still caressing your delicate face with his large hands, mentally thanking the higher beings from above endlessly.

you cough out the last remaining bits of water before turning your head back. the back of your head resting on his palm so it doesn’t hit the ground, meeting miguel’s gaze through hooded eyes. you wanted to say something but exhaustion began catching up to you, making your eyes flutter.

“hey hey hey… stay with me.” miguel mutters, almost begging, caressing your face while panicking.

you try keeping your eyes open but ultimately fail, allowing exhaustion to consume you as darkness took over your vision.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you confront your captor face-to-face and learn of his plans. while tracking down your whereabouts, the spider squad worry about miguel.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, backstories, mention of past character death, mentions of blood, swearing, miguel pissed af

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harry osborn. you recognize that name, learned it back at HQ while hanging out with a peter variant. the best friend of peter parker, son of norman osborn. you were familiar with green goblin variants are commonly norman osborn but there are a few harry ones. your captor happens to be one.

this harry variant is menacingly mysterious. unfortunately, you cannot deny he is quite attractive. brown hair with hazel eyes. low-key built form. however, you aren’t going to allow him to charm you. this fucker kidnapped you and has clear intentions for something disastrous. what could he possibly want with you? why does he need you? there isn’t anything special about you. sure, you’re associated with the acclaimed spider society but you don’t work there nor a spider-person yourself. just a normal, average human being trying to make a living.

“what the hell do you want from me? why did you kidnap me?” you glare at the menacing villain, demanding answers to those never-ending questions infiltrating your poor fatigue mind.

in return, you only get a mischievous chuckle as he slowly steps closer which makes you take a step back instinctively. “you seem like the perfect bait. a beautiful bait, in fact.” he said with a head tilt.

you scoff in disgust at his flirting. this piece of shit. “you didn’t answer my fucking questions. why the fuck did you kidnapped me?” you said through gritted teeth, anger laced in your tone.

to your surprise, harry remains calm but that mischievous smirk grew wider. “you’re close with your spider-man, correct? the tall one with fangs?” he knew his question was proven true as he watched your eyes slightly widen in surprise.

“the one that sent your stupid ass back to your universe? yeah, him. he’ll be hunting your ass until you’re gone permanently. and believe me, he’ll make sure of it.” you stare down at him, hints of confidence in your tone. you knew miguel would hunt his ass. that man is capable of many things.

that mischievous chuckle echoes the room. “he’s fond of you, immensely fond of you.” he takes another step but you stand your ground. “the day of the attack, he stopped everything he was doing and went to you. ignored the rest and went to you as if you were his main priority.”

your eyes narrowed suspiciously at his words. “i was about to be blown up, of course he had to save me.”

“no no…” he waves a finger in a slow, dismissive manner that pissed you off. “he acted differently towards you… as if you were a love one. the way you two were bickering at each other wasn’t a simple exchange between a hero and a civilian. he shown too much care towards your safety.”

you can’t deny the rapid beating of your heart as you listen to his words. he isn’t wrong to be honest, miguel did cared too much about your safety that day. recalling how rude he was towards you, calling you an ‘idiot’ for all things. to this day, you still don’t understand why miguel makes such a big deal regarding your safety. the numerous times he demanded you to stay out of trouble. why did he care so much? why did he care about you so much? prior to your friendship, if you wanna call it, miguel had always behaved like a concerned boyfriend. does he really cares that much for you?

“he’s fond of you… or i should say, loves you.” harry states with a smirk, watching your eyes widen drastically at his mischievous words.

loves you?

miguel doesn’t loves you. you’re just simply friends, whether he admits it or not, nothing more.

right? it’s just delusions.

sure, you’ve had one semi wet dream about him but that’s out of delusions. you never pushed further, disregarding any feelings you have for him because you’re merely friends. although, there is unspeakable tension between you two. a deep connection like two magnets drawn together and inseparable. you do feel your heart beating faster when he’s near you like standing or sitting beside you, barely leaving any space between you two. the beautiful tulip he gave you as a gift for helping him the other night. you have it in your room on your nightstand. him begging to you to repay you, saying the tulip wasn’t enough for how much you helped him. how he wanted to express his gratitude. that made your heart flutter.

snapping out of thoughts, you glare at your captor and take a step forward. “he doesn’t. now what the fuck is your plan? what are you planning to do?”

he huffs, lightly shrugging his shoulders. “like mentioned before, you’re the perfect bait. he finds you’re missing, knows my escape and will track down my whereabouts to here.” harry turns around and walks away with hands behind his back. he walks up to a machine with tons of wires and vials connected to it. “when he and his goons arrives, a fight begins, drama and such. when he is at his lowest, his ass will be dragged here, placed into this glorious machine which will drain every ounce of rapture from his veins.” he stands in front of the machine, admiring it.

your heart drops and your body freezes. he’s going to kill him; drain him to death. the thought of miguel dying shatters your heart. no — he can’t!

“you fucking psycho! you’re gonna drain him to death!” you want to beat his ass so badly but the ankle chains restrict you from doing so. “why are you doing this?! what’s your fucking deal?!” your shouting and screaming doesn’t affect him.

his laughter slowly drifts away, the amusement replaced with seriousness. “he hasn’t told you, hasn’t he?” harry quirks a brow at you.

“told me what?” venom laced in your tone.

the male sighs out of disappointment, rubbing the temples of his forehead before looking back at you. “of course he never told you, why would he? he doesn’t want you to see him as a killer.”

your heart drops again at his vile words.

a killer? miguel isn’t a killer.

what is he talking about?

“miguel is not a killer, you are.” you fought back.

hardy chuckled menacingly once again, shaking his head as he takes slow steps towards you. “you truly believe he’s a good guy. just your average spider-man saving lives when really he took lives without paying the consequences.” the change in his tone, filled with pure venom sent shivers down your spine. “do you really believe that? do you? are you another one of his believers blinded by his heroic deeds? so blind to not see the killer behind the mask?”

you step back from his approach, anxiety filling up your veins. “he’s not a killer! stop saying that!”

“HE MURDERED MY FATHER!” his voice echoed throughout the entire warehouse, ringing in your ears. silence soon followed afterwards, only the gently sounds of the water outside.

you stand there with wide eyes of shock, like a deer in headlights. murdered his father? that can’t be true. miguel is not a killer, he can’t be. “what?…”

another sigh escapes him, lowering his head as a sign of frustration. “before me, my father was the original green goblin. one night, he accidentally fell into another universe which of course alarmed your spider-man and his goons to chase after him.” he tan a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “my father was frightened and confused… trapped in another universe… away from his home, his family. can you imagine being away from your home?” faint tears swelled up in his eyes as he looks at you.

you couldn’t answer, to afraid to say anything but only listen to his story.

“when they arrived, my father was terrified. he ran away as fast as he could but of course your spider-man caught up to him.” there’s venom in the way he mentions miguel. “he chased my father on all fours like fucking crazy. they fought in the air, my father fighting for his life while that son of a bitch showed no stopping. at one point, my father lost control of his glider and sipped off.” a single tear drop from his eye trails down his cheek. “they say spider-man was trying to save him but of course they say that to paint him as the hero.” his fists clenched at his sides, the look of hurt in his eyes. “my father was found laying on the ground, a pool of blood spilling underneath him. he died by the hands of spider-man, your spider-man. miguel fucking o’hara.”

pure venom spilling from his lips by how harry said his name. you’ve never been so petrified, the unsettling feeling in your body.

“that’s why i developed up this marvelous plan, to finally make him pay the consequences, to honor my father.” harry finished with a glare, chest heaving.

“it… it wasn’t his fault… it was an accident.” you managed to croak out. you believe that miguel tried to save norman but it was too late. harry is simply hurting, grieving over his father’s death.

“it wasn’t an accident! he killed him and will not get away with it!” harry shouts with bloodshot eyes. “not this time, i’ll make sure of it.”

those chilling words frightens you; you’re more frightened for miguel. oh your heart aches terribly “don’t do this, harry. please. i may not understand the pain you’ve been through but revenge won’t do any good. not for you or your father.”

the male huffs, rolling his eyes. “my father would be proud of me for following in his footsteps, honoring him properly. and no spider is going to stop me.”

“you’re wrong. miguel will stop you before you even get the chance. he’s bringing others with him, you’re fucked.” you argue, brows furrowed.

that manic laugh echoes throughout the warehouse once again. “oh sweetheart, you’re really naive if you believe i didn’t planned this without reinforcements.”

before you could argue, sounds of metal approached from the shadows. long metal tentacles reach out, slamming the ground as the figure emerges from darkness. “good evening, miss [l/n].” the figure lowers his sunglasses with a light head bow.

the infamous doc ock.

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time is running thin.

the ground is shifting and the sky darkens.

a plague of anxiety consumes his heart.

ever since he stepped foot through the colorful portal, miguel has been on a manhunt for that green goblin son of a bitch. crimson eyes of wrath and vengeance. pearly white canines full of venom prepared to sink into that neck, injecting pure agony. talons ready to slice and rip multiple layers of skin until red oozes underneath.

but also large hands to caress your skin. broad arms to hold and embrace you for eternity. despite vengeance, all miguel wants is you to be in his arms. whisper a thousand sorrys into your ears while holding you protectively in his arms. how regretful he is for not being there to save you in the first place. how sorry he is for allowing you to get hurt. how sorry he is for entangling you into his mess.

this is why he doesn’t get close with anyone.

they get entangled in his mess.

while he’s on hellbent for revenge, the rest of the spidey gang are concerned for miguel. of course they’ve have seen his angry outbursts, recalling the incident with miles a while back. but this time was different and it was frightening to be honest. miguel appears more malignant. those red irises showed no mercy. his tense demeanor, a mixture of rage and anxiety. proven through those sharp talons and fangs. the heavy breathing through his flared nostrils and heaving chest, tensed back. clenched fists at his sides. the aggressive stomps and jumps after swinging from building to building.

the gang, specifically peter and jess, are worried miguel will do something he’ll regret.

after endless swinging, they rest on top of a random rooftop which was just a few miles from the supposed warehouse according to the goblin’s whereabouts provided by lyla. just before miguel could swing off, jessica’s voice stops him.

“miguel, wait — we need to stop for a minute.” the pregnant woman approaches him from behind but he never stops and continues walking.

“no. we’re not wasting any more time.” miguel never turns to look at his colleague, only determination and vengeance consuming his mind.

“miguel, you can’t go in recklessly.” she argued. “we need to be strategic and careful about this.”

“the multiverse and an innocent life are at stake so no. there’s no time for strategical discussions.” the tall raging brunette continues walking until he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him stop in his tracks.

“miguel, please. i know how much she means to you but going in blind will only put her in more danger.” peter pleads with a concern look on his face, even mayday is worried about miguel.

just the combination of you and danger in the same sentence makes his blood boil. miguel swiftly turns to face the man dressed in a pink fuzzy robe with that iconic glare peter recognizes fairly well.

“i summoned you all for a mission and to obey orders. if you can’t cooperate, then leave.” he said through gritted teeth, his fangs revealed.

peter slowly raised his hands in the air. “we want to save [y/n] and have her safe and sound as much as you do… but we need to be rational. we need to be careful. you can’t let revenge get the best of you.”

miguel’s eyes narrowed at his words but only responded with a grunt and turns around walking away from the squad.

“you can’t do this, miguel! you need to be careful!” peter yells but not too loud for mayday’s little ears.

“I’M NOT LOSING HER TOO!”

those words echoed the entire area into the distance, making the squad silent and shiver in fear. they stare eye-wide at the frustrated man with fangs and talons sticking out. those crimson eyes soften the minute he hears mayday crying.

shit — he made a baby cry.

miguel never wanted to gut himself so badly.

he watched peter try calming down his frighten daughter with gentle back rubs and quiet shushes while rocking her in his arms. the others are fixated between the crying baby and the raging miguel. jess has a sorrowful expression on her face.

lowering his head, miguel heavily sighs out of frustration as he rubs his forehead with one hand. yeah he fucked up things with his team and scared mayday but his anxious mind is consuming him entirely. if he doesn’t save you in time before the inevitable, he’ll never forgive himself. he can’t lose you; he can’t lose another important person in his life. he can’t bare another lost by his own hands.

slowly lifting his head from his hand, miguel inhales a deep a breath before turning around and walking away from the group without saying anything else.

“wait miguel—“ peter reaches out a hand but gives up when he watches his colleague swing away.

the entire gang watched the furious spiderman 2099 swing towards the warehouse in silence. worried expressions illustrated on their faces, expect hobie but deep down he was a bit concerned. luckily, mayday managed to calm down but visible tear stains on her cute tiny puffy cheeks.

after a few moments of silence, peter puts on his mask and places mayday back in the baby carrier before stepping onto the ledge of the rooftop.

“let’s go help him and save [y/n].” he turns to look at the others. he earns a nod and a small smile from jess. the others glance at each other before looking back at him, nodding as well. the rest of them join peter then jumped off the ledge and swing to the warehouse to join miguel to save you.

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please i just need a small lil fic of reader and miguel meeting at a baile/quince and just falling in love 🥹

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ omg this is so cute! just fyi to my peeps, i’m not taking requests but i’ll accept this one because it’s so cute!

you were invited to your best friend’s daughter’s quinceanera. the place decorated in pink, music playing from the speakers, delicious food being served, people dancing on the floor. the vibes are alive and everyone is having an incredible time.

while dancing with friends, you accidentally bump into someone with your back, or at least something sturdy because it felt like a wall.

“oh i’m sorry!” you cry, swiftly turning around to see whom you’ve bumped into.

“no no it’s alright. it’s my fault.”

the moment you lock eyes with the person you’ve bumped into, both of your eyes dilate immensely. standing before you is a man probably two feet taller than you. clad in all black, a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. a little gold chain with a small cross around his neck. broad shoulders and chest. dark chocolate locks that seem to be gelled back. he is undoubtedly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

him, on the other hand, is awestruck. he believes an angel is standing right in front of him. your big doe eyes staring into his own, utterly lost in them. the baby pink dress you’re wearing makes your appearance so enthralling, outlining your curves so graciously. his breath got caught in his throat.

you two just stand there, staring into each other’s eyes, completely lost in trance. it feels like time stopped or slowed down, everything else is a blur.

the dreamy moment ends when your best friend and her husband walk by, making you and the man snap out of trance in unison. she introduces you both. miguel is his name and turns out he’s best friends with the husband. what a coincidence.

you and miguel chitchat for hours, getting to know one another. turns out you two share several things in common, making the conversation more enjoyable. hours of smiling and laughing. he is so charming and you’re so loving. you’d never miss the way he would lean a bit closer or slightly tilt his head when you talk. miguel cherished that beautiful smile or the heavenly sounds of your laughter. gazing into each other’s eyes until the tension is unbearable that makes you both look away bashfully for a moment, heat rising in your cheeks.

when it was time to dance again, miguel stands up and asks if you’d honor him a dance. with a bashful smile, you gladly accept and make your way to the dance floor. your heart skips a beat the moment your bodies press together. his large hand enfolding your smaller hand ever so gently. your bodies sway in harmony, matching the rhythm of the music. getting lost in each other’s eyes once again. it feels like a fairytale, a princess dancing with her prince. the outside world, everyone else at the quince was completely forgotten as you and miguel sway together on the dance floor.

“estas hermosa.” miguel whispers in your ear, making you a blushing mess which makes him smile.

from afar, across the venue, your best friend observes you and miguel with a proud smile on her face. playing cupid tonight was a complete success.

#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𐙚 ⊹ ꒱ — 𝓕𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 .ᐟ #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #across the spiderverse

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ miguel visits your place but finds you’re not there. news breaks out that an anomaly is on the loose, a certain green goblin. put the puzzle pieces together and the answer is revealed: you are missing.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ angst, mentions of kidnapping, violence, throwing shit around, swearing, feral!miguel

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after a long mission to catch a scorpion variant, miguel decides to take a break. yes, it’s unusual for him to take breaks because of the workaholic he is known to be. it surprised everyone, especially peter and jess but they don’t question him. they knew exactly why he’s taking a break, or where he’s taking a break with a certain someone. it’s obvious miguel likes you, has a thing for you but is in denial like the stubborn man he is. jess and peter see it, they hope he gives in. but in all honesty, he truly deserves a break. being the leader of an acclaimed society and protector of the multiverse is stressful.

after filing his report, he opens a portal by his gizmo and walks in. peter and jess are left in charge until his return. exiting out of the portal, he finds himself on the same rooftop of the building across from your apartment building. it would be easier for him to just portal himself into your apartment but he doesn’t want to scare you or daisy. oh god the last thing he miguel wants is to be barked at again for being an intruder. the annoying voices of young spiderlings still rings in his ears. he doesn’t need barking either.

using his webs, he swings towards your building until he lands on the balcony like tradition. like usual, he stands by waiting for your arrival so you can allow him in. after about 5 minutes, you don’t show up. perhaps you’re listening to music with full volume like always. miguel waits another 5 minutes until a strange, unsettling feeling starts creeping in his body. leaning closer towards the glass, he looks inside to see if you’re there. no sight of you nor daisy.

where are you? are you busy?

it’s the weekend, you don’t have work.

inhaling a deep breath, miguel has no other choice but to walk inside. patience isn’t a quality he carries so he has to inspect the issue. he expects daisy to come rushing at him and start barking but he’s only met with silence. now that worries him. those crimson eyes inspect every inch of the apartment, searching for any signs of your presence. he scouted to your bedroom. his eyes narrow at the sight of your absence but finds daisy in the corner. the fluffy dog softly barks and runs up to him so quickly, her poofy tail wagging. she’s here but you’re not. he began realizing you haven’t been here in a while. your bed seems to be untouched, the sheets still tucked and no creases that show you were laying down.

where the hell are you?

miguel crouched down to reach daisy and gently pet her head. “where’s your mom?” the dog only whines as if she was scared which isn’t a good sign. panic starts consuming his mind. his breathing grows heavy, chest heaving and fists clenching at his sides. the rate of his heart increases drastically.

“lyla.” miguel calls out, the ai assistant magically appearing on his shoulder. “has [y/n] been here recently?” a hint of concern in his tone.

she scans the room for any footprints or traces of your dna. “she was but about 10 hours ago after she left HQ. the odd thing is there’s no trace of her leaving the apartment.”

that frightens miguel. you were here hours ago then suddenly left with no trace. that doesn’t make sense. “what do you mean she left no trace?” he asked sternly, raising a brow at the ai.

“there’s no indication she left her apartment yet she’s not here.” she elaborated.

it still doesn’t make sense. how could you be here one minute then the next you’re gone without leaving a trace? however, the fearful look in daisy’s eyes tell him something is wrong about this. plus, the untouched bedsheets and your purse that’s still here chilling on your nightstand adds proof to lyla’s claim.

then, the puzzle pieces came together.

you were kidnapped.

all miguel saw was red. breathing heavily and loudly through his nose. teeth and jaw clenched. repeatedly opening and closing his fists. a prominent forehead vein that’s on the verge of exploding. rage began boiling in his veins. someone took you; kidnapped you. oh he’s gonna fuck up whoever did this.

“miguel?” lyla looks at her boss with a huge concern look, examining his sudden change in behavior.

the furious spider-man doesn’t answer as he opens up a portal and retreats back to HQ. he grabs daisy and your abandoned watch on his way out. stepping back into his office and setting daisy down on the floor, miguel walks up to his desk and throws it across the room with a scream. the desk shatters into pieces. poor daisy whines and trembles in fear but his anger blocks out her sounds.

lyla secures the office, blocking entry so no one could enter. she sends out a message at all spiders as a warning to not contact miguel. the poor ai fears for her furious boss and you. this isn’t good.

miguel stands still with clenched fists and tensed back as his furious mind consumes him.

who took you?

who took you from your home?

who took you from daisy?

who took you from him?

oh the amount of unspeakable things he will do to this fucker. miguel actually feels bad for the motherfucker who conjured up this idea.

but right now, all he could think about is you. are you alive? are you hurt? are you… dead? no. that’s the horrible part — not knowing. that increases his anxiety, his fear of losing another person close to him. he can’t bare another lost; not again.

god he has so many regrets that it hurts. regrets not being there to save you. regrets involving you with the society. regrets not sharing his feelings about you. regrets meeting you only for you to end up in his mess. you don’t deserve this. that breaks his heart.

“lyla…” venom laced in his tone which frightened the ai as she appears on his shoulder, anxiously waiting for his command. “gather a search team.”

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after the restrictions of his office were lifted, lyla called in the search term. it consists of peter b, jess, gwen, ben, and hobie. the team enters his office with fear flowing through their veins as they look at the demolished office. they all stop in front of the platform, awaiting for miguel’s orders. he still stands in the same position form earlier, clenched fists and tensed back. after taking a deep breath, he turns around and meets with the group.

“i summoned you all here for a mission. an important mission that involves an innocent life at stake.” miguel states firmly, crimson eyes glaring at each member of the group.

tension and anxiety fills the room. that last phrase sent shivers down each of their spines. he was serious. this was a different mission.

“what happened, miguel?” jess asks.

miguel averts his gaze from all of them, looking down as he continues clenching his fists. “[y/n] was kidnapped.” that statement made everyone freeze.

“by who?” gwen asks, concern laced in her tone.

he sighs heavily. “i don’t know—“

“boss, anomaly detected.” lyla interrupts him.

miguel looks back at her confusingly. “what?”

“it’s not just an ordinary anomaly… it’s that green goblin variant who attacked neuva york a few weeks ago.” she explains.

another piece to the puzzle.

that son of a bitch is the one who took you. it makes sense now. oh miguel can’t wait to beat that goblin’s ass once again, hopefully permanently this time.

“track his whereabouts, it’ll lead to [y/n].” he states.

“on it, boss.” the ai salutes before vanishing.

he turns his attention back to the group. “i have a plan and you all will follow accordingly. no questions asked.” hints of anger in his tone.

“but miguel—“ jess starts but his glare silenced her.

“do we agree?” he points the question to everyone, speaking through gritted teeth. he watched each of them nod their heads in silence. “let’s move.” and with that, he opens a portal to their first destination.

he’s going to find you and bring you back. he is going to do whatever it takes, no matter what.

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a sudden sensation of coldness awoke you from slumber. blinking a few times to adjust your eyes, consciousness comes back to you. your mind feels dizzy as you slowly move to sit up. rubbing your head, you examine your environment. you lie on the cold floor with nothing, no bed or cushions but a pair of chains secured around your ankles. as you look around, it seems to be an abandoned warehouse. slowly rising onto your feet, you do a 360 scanning your surroundings, as much as the chains allow you.

where the hell are you? why are you in an abandoned warehouse? what’s the deal with the chains? so many questions ran through your fatigue mind.

“ah you’re awake.” a tenor voice captures your attention. there is very low lighting and it’s nighttime so it’s difficult to see who’s speaking but you know he’s definitely standing in front of you.

“who are you? why am i here?” you rushed out questions, demanding for answers out of anxiety.

a low mischievous chuckle sends shivers down your spine. “perhaps the serum truly did knocked you out for good.” the voice approached closer.

you stand still in anticipation but also fear. sudden realization kicks in. you were kidnapped. you remember coming home from HQ then suddenly attacked by someone. now you end up in a strange abandoned warehouse with your captor.

“who are you?” you ask again, a bit stern this time.

footsteps grew louder as they approached closer. they finally stop in front of you as the low lighting finally reveals the face of your captor.

“harry osborn. nice to meet you again, miss [y/n].”

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 ┆ 𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ you return to HQ and all of your spidey friends are happy to see you again. after a fun day with your friends, you return home but something feels off.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ fluff, goofiness, swearing, pet names, sprinkle of jealous!miguel, angsty ending

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traveling through portals is trippy but also low-key a mindfuck. one minute you’re standing in your living room then you’re in the main lobby of the spider society. it’s gonna take some time for you to get used to that. miguel is aware of your arrival. he set up your watch so it would notify him directly whenever you arrive at HQ. he’s currently in a mission but he notified you that he’ll join you afterwards. for the meantime, you search for your spidey friends. hopefully they aren’t occupied with missions but you don’t mind waiting. the society is filled with fascinating people and things so you’ll be occupied. perhaps you’ll make more friends here.

wandering around HQ, a cartoonish spider-man, or should say spider-ham, approached you with a wave. “[y/n]! welcome back! it’s been a long time since we’ve seen you!” spider-ham said happily.

“hey porker! i missed my favorite pig!” you two share a high five. “i’m happy to be back!”

“nice to finally see that pretty face again.” a familiar british accent approached you.

“hobie!” you rush up to him and give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck.

the brit chuckles at your reaction, hugging you back with his arms around your waist. “i was worried i wouldn’t see ya pretty face again, love.”

you break the embrace to look up at him. “i missed that accent of yours and your jokes.”

“ah you flatter me, love.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders as you start walking down the hallway, passing by all types of spider-people.

you wave at spider-ham as he walks away to join a mission that he is required for.

gwen calls out your name as she walks up to you with a bright smile before pulling you into a hug.

you hug her back. “hey gwen!”

“you’re back! we missed you! everything okay? it’s been a while since we last saw you.” the blonde pulled back from the embrace.

“oh yeah. work has just been a pain but i finally got time to visit you guys! i missed my spidey peeps.” you smile at your friends, they reciprocated. you noticed a certain someone isn’t next to her which makes you a bit curious. “and miles?”

“he’s dealing with some things back at home. school and stuff like that.” the blonde elaborated. a beep comes from her watch, making her glance at it then back to you. “gotta go. see ya later, [y/n]!” gwen waves and smiles as she walks away.

you wave back then felt an arm sneaking around your shoulders. “why don’t we walk around, love?” hobie flashes a smile at you, making you blush a little.

“sure.” you nod with a smile as the two of you continue walking down the hallway.

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“so fuck the government, huh?” you giggle in the middle of your sentence while munching on a delicious croissant sandwich.

“those wankers are unless and don’t really give a shit about anyone.” hobie snacks on some lays, leaning back on the chair with his feet on the table. “well if it ain’t my favorite spider.” he looks past you, making you turn around to whoever he’s referring to.

a man dressed in a pink fuzzy robe approached you both. what captures your attention is the adorable redhead baby in the baby carrier. you’ve never seen anything so adorable, besides daisy and dogs in general. who is this little bundle of joy?

“oh you must be [y/n]! the lady miguel’s been talking about.” the man greets you with a smile and extends out his hand for a shake. “i’m peter, his best friend. and this—“ he gestures at the baby with his free hand. “is my daughter mayday.” the baby girl smiles and babbles at you. her tiny hands reach out to you as if she wants you to hold her.

you shake his hand, returning the smile. “nice to meet you, peter. and nice to meet you.” you shift your gaze to mayday, smiling at her. “hola, preciosa.” you say in a sweet tone, making the little girl smile and giggle as she reaches her arms out to you. oh your heart melts at the adorable baby; such a cutie.

“may i?” you glance up at peter, waiting for permission.

“of course!” he said happily with a smile. he carefully pulls mayday out from the baby carrier and hands her over to you which you gladly accept.

you held the baby securely in your grasp as you sat her down on your lap. “you are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen here.” mayday giggles in response as she starts playing with your curls, which you don’t mind.

“so how did you and miguel become friends?” peter takes a seat at the table, sitting across from you.

“well first, he saved my butt twice.” normally you would say ‘ass’ but since you have a baby in front of you, no swearing. “then he popped by my place and hung out a few times like besties.”

both men look at you with surprise looks. peter has his eyebrows raised in pure astonishment while hobie has that iconic smirk on his charming face.

“a few times? the man’s obsessed.” hobie jokes.

your snort, nodding your head. “oh i know. he’s a stalker but my stalker.” a hint of pride in your tone.

“well, it’s nice to know that miguel has a new friend. after being stuck with us, he definitely needs more and i’m glad he found you. you seem like a very nice person.” peter offers a smile.

you huff out a soft chuckle. “oh i don’t think i’m the nicest person but thank you. i try to be.”

“oh but you are! miguel says it all the time. well… not exactly but he definitely talks about you a lot in secret whenever he’s not talking about multiverse shenanigans. i just know it.” peter chuckles.

you look at the male with a shocking expression. miguel talks about you? a lot? you can’t help but you feel your heart skipping a beat at the confession. the man just keeps surprising you more and more.

“seriously?” you sound truly surprised.

peter nods happily with a dorky smile. “yep! he may not admit it of course because he’s so stubborn but he definitely does.”

your snort. “oh that we agreed on. he’s the most stubborn man i’ve ever met. i feel bad for you guys having to deal with that especially since he’s the boss. i could never work for a boss like him.”

both men laugh at your comment, mayday simply giggles and claps her tiny hands. you smile at her, can’t get enough of how adorable she is.

“he isn’t that bad, just anger management issues and stubbornness.” peter said, resisting to laugh.

“too stubborn up his techy arse.” hobie jokes.

you quickly cover mayday’s ears so she doesn’t listen to the curse word from hobie. the little girl just giggles and babbles at you, clapping her hands in excitement. the cuteness consumes you entirely. you uncover her ears as she keeps playing with your curls. mayday continues on babbling and you just tag along, agreeing on whatever she’s trying to say.

“oh miguel! nice of you to finally join us.” peter’s voice snap you out of trance only to find miguel staring directly at you and mayday.

“the vampire came out of his cave.” hobie jokes, earning a death glare from the tall brunette but obviously doesn’t bother him.

“you have a mission to complete. move it.” miguel points a finger at hobie, those crimson eyes glaring at the younger male.

the punky-looking spider raised his hands in air as he gets up from the chair. “whatever ya say, mate.” he turns to look at you, winking. “see ya later, pretty.” and with that, hobie walks away.

you and mayday wave at him then look back at miguel. “you’re so bossy to him. lay off him.”

the tall brunette rolls his eyes, disliking the idea of you defending hobie. “that delinquent isn’t intelligent enough to obey orders. if he was, i wouldn’t have to.” he folds his arms over his chest.

you shoot him an unimpressed look, eyebrows and lips flat. “he does obey orders, he’s just chill unlike you who’s angry all the time.”

miguel lightly glares at you but could never last forever. he just seems to never stay mad at you, even if he wanted to. before he could say something, the cute sounds of mayday’s giggles interrupts him. you, him and peter watch the baby laugh, making you and peter smile at her in awe. miguel had to resist smiling so he doesn’t screw up his intimidating demeanor.

“mr grumpy bug is a bit extra grumpy today, huh?” you whisper to mayday but still loud enough for miguel to hear, which he did of course. the little girl laughs as she turns to him, extending out her tiny hands as a sign for him to pick her up.

with a sigh, miguel carefully picks up the baby and carries her in his hands with a secure grip. the redhead baby smiles and babbles at him. he was so close to actually smile but immediately caught himself in the act. the last thing he wants is bombing his ego at work, especially in front of others.

“say cheese!” peter held up his phone and snaps a picture of the two without warning.

mayday is of course smiling and miguel is frowning like always. the amount of pictures peter has of them two is the same, a smile and a frown.

you cover your mouth to conceal your giggle, how adorable they both look. miguel heard it, making him feel embarrassed. there are definite hints of pink staining his cheeks. such a shy schoolboy.

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“how come you never told me there’s a burger of your face on it?” you try resisting the temptation to giggle in the middle of your question but failed to.

miguel groans out of annoyance, knowing you’d bring this up one day. “it wasn’t my idea. they developed it without my knowledge.” he doesn’t look back you, solely focused on the orange screens.

“i tried it, bomb as fuck. i understand why everyone loves it so much. i’ve never eaten a blue burger before so that was an experience.” you chuckle. “it’s kinda cute how they make your mask, the little red eyes on the blue bun. whoever came up with it is a genius.” you snack on a bag of doritos.

“they’re not a genius, it’s a ridiculous idea and should get rid of it.” frustration and annoyance laced in his tone, his hands curled up into fists on the desk.

“stop being a big grumpy bug and let people have their fun. like i said, it’s a good burger.” you said.

he side-eyed you with a offended look, cheeks slightly flushed. “i’m not a grumpy bug.”

a smirk graces your lips. “yes, you are.” you get up from the chair and slowly approach him. “you are a bug and always grumpy so… you’re a grumpy bug.”

miguel grunts in response, looking back at the monitors as an attempt to ignore your presence. god you get him so easily riled up. he hates it. or does he?

you tilt your head, staring up at him but more precisely his crimson eyes. two pretty rubies that are just so mesmerizing. to have color changing eyes seems so cool, you’re low-key jealous. red eyes seem badass, just so intimidating and pretty in unison. if you were to pick a color, definitely red like miguel’s.

miguel gets nervous from your staring. palms slowly turning clammy, very tiny droplets of sweat on his forehead, his pounding heart. god he’s never felt so nervous about being under someone’s gaze.

what are you doing to him?

“what?” his intimidating voice rings in your ears but doesn’t snap you out of trance.

“you have pretty eyes.” you confess so casually, still mesmerized by those rubies he has for eyes.

that makes his eyes tear away from the monitor and look at you with a confused look. miguel’s taken aback realizing how close you are to him, practically a few inches away. he grew more flustered.

“what?” he sounds genuinely confused.

you find his eyes pretty? are you serious? how can you find those infuriating red dots fascinating? miguel loathes them, wishes he never had that ability but it’s part of his spider dna. he isn’t a regular spider-man, not bitten like the others. only injected against his will which gained him these odd abilities.

but you find it fascinating?

that does something to him. it’s unclear whether it’s a good bad thing. either way, it shocks him.

unsure on how to respond to such a statement, miguel averts your gaze with a head shake and looks back at the orange monitors to forget the topic. those flushed cheeks still intact.

a smile graces your lips at his reaction. how cute, you thought. “i know you don’t like them but i do. i think they’re badass, gives me terminator vibes.” you swore the corners of his lips twitched upward but they don’t. “welp, imma head out. daisy misses me and i miss her.” using the watch he gave you, you opened up a portal, the vibrant colors appearing.

slowly walking towards it, you look back at miguel, who’s gaze is still on the screens. “later, grumpy bug.” with that, he glances at you but you already walked through the portal before he could say bye.

he watches the portal disappears after you, leaving himself alone in his office like before. the warmth of the room vanished the minute you left, now cold like it usually is. he misses that warmth; the warmth that you provided. miguel glances down at the floor where you were standing a few minutes ago, your compliment repeating in his mind.

you are something so… alluring.

your compliment repeats in his mind for the rest of the day, making his heart warm. for the first time, miguel smiles. luckily no one is there to witness it. maybe you will one day, you’ll be the only person.

‘your eyes are pretty too’ he wanted to say.

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it’s nighttime by the time you arrived home. daisy barks in excitement for your return as she rushes over to you. you swiftly scoop her up in your arms, petting her with a loving touch as she attacks your face with licks. oh she definitely missed you and you missed her as well. after a sweet moment, you set her down on the floor and walk over to your room. taking off the watch and placing it on your dresser, you head straight to the bathroom. afterwards, you walk to the kitchen to grab leftovers for dinner.

after eating and washing the dishes, you return to your room for the night. grabbing a nightgown from the drawer, you hear daisy growling. swiftly turning around, you look at her confusingly.

“what’s wrong, mamas?” you ask.

she never growls unless there’s something wrong.

oh you don’t like that.

anxiety slowly began creeping through your veins. grabbing the nearest object, which was your water bottle that has some weight in it, you cautiously walk towards the door. you grip onto the water bottle tightly, preparing to take a swing.

a million thoughts ran through your mind. it can’t be miguel, you just saw and he’s still at HQ. he wouldn’t just show up unexpectedly. he would land on your balcony and wait for your approval like tradition.

suddenly, you hear a small whine which sounds like pain. it’s daisy. turning around, a sudden force slams you against the wall. a scream erupts from your throat as your back hits aggressively against the wall before a hand covers your mouth, another hand pinning your hand against the wall. the water bottle drops onto the floor. some dark figure stands in front of you, unable to see who it is due the dark atmosphere and your slight blurry vision. you squirm under their grip, trying to break free but ultimately fail. muffled squeals vibrant against their palm as you continue squirming. you let out a yelp when you feel a sharp jab in your neck. the motherfucker must’ve injected something in you because you start to feel woozy. eyes fluttering and body weakening.

“nice to see you again, my dear.” a familiar voice said followed by a very familiar manic laugh just before darkness consumes your vision.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ┆ 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ that rainy night still infiltrates your mind. as you’re about to leave for the day, spider-man stops by your place with a gift. he begs you to allow him to pay you back for helping him. you offer an idea: dog-sit daisy.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ pure fluff, goofiness, swearing, pet names, spanish terms, slightly suggestive, mild wet dreams (sorta?), softie!miguel, wholesome (my favorite chapter)

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last night has been infiltrating your mind. it was even in your dreams, repeating that exact same scenario. although, it had various interesting endings. instead of miguel leaving and jessica calling him, you two would be making out on the couch after all of that staring contest. lips collided and hands roaming each other’s bodies, soft moans and groans mingling in the air. his big hands roaming and groping your curves while his mouth devours yours. one thing leads to another, you ending up laid back on the couch with him above you as the steamy makeout session continues on. his lips would leave yours, finding a new place on your neck. you’d have one hand digging into his chocolate brown locks as soft sighs escapes your lips at the sensation on your neck. just as one of his hand travels up your body, almost reaching for your chest, your alarm went off.

goddamnit — stupid alarm ruining the climatic part of a dream, when it was getting good. starting off the day with a pissy attitude wasn’t on your to-do list.

realization kicks in as you quickly sat up with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. did you just have a wet dream about miguel? motherfucking spider-man? oh nah man. ain’t no way you dreamt of making out with that dude. don’t be mistaken, the man is handsome and definitely your type but having a wet dream about him? what the fuck. you barely know the guy! well — you know some portions of his life but you aren’t exactly a thing. simply just friends or something like that, nothing more obviously.

maybe you’re just that horny and haven’t been with a man since your ex two years ago. either way, it was kinda weird but also alluring at the same time. of course you’ll never tell a soul, not even daisy. how embarrassing would that be, right?

snapping out of those dumbass thoughts, you get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. you’re supposedly have to drop off some shenanigans at your brother’s place that he forgot when he stayed at your place after his harsh breakup with his hoe of an ex-girlfriend several months ago. after picking out an outfit and getting dressed, you head to the kitchen to make breakfast. you settled on a basic bowl of cereal of your favorite brand. you watch tv while munching on your cereal, daisy sitting beside you snuggled against your thigh. after finishing your cereal, you place the dish in the sink and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your makeup. as the big music lover you are, you do those two tasks while listening to music. once you did both tasks, you walk back into the living room where the box of your brother’s shenanigans are on the dining table.

while checking to make sure all of his stuff were in the box, a light tapping sound came from the balcony. you look up to see your lovely dovely spiderman standing there. you give him a nod, a sign of approval to allow him entry to your home. with your permission, miguel steps foot inside your apartment. before either of you could greet each other, daisy beats you to it. her tail waggles as she walks up to him, sniffing at his feet as a sign of ‘hello.’ the tall brunette stares down at the fluffy little thing, amused by her sudden liking towards him.

“she really does like you. you’re her favorite person.” you smile at the sight before turning back to inspect the box once again, double checking.

“i think that title belongs to you.” miguel carefully steps past the dog to avoid accidentally stepping on her. as he approaches you, his brows furrowed in curiosity at what you’re doing.

you huffed, a small smile gracing your lips. “nah you’re definitely her new favorite person.” you don’t meet his gaze since you’re too occupied with the box of your brother’s stuff.

he tilts his head to the side, watching you fiddle with the box. “what’s that for?” curiosity in his tone.

“just some of my brother’s shenanigans that he left here. i’m supposed to head over to his place to drop it off.” after confirming everything was inside, you finally turned and meet his gaze. “what’s up?”

for a moment, miguel hesitates to answer, only standing there in silence as he averts from your gaze. you look at him a bit confused, noticing his body language. one hand is fisted into a ball, repeatedly opening and closing. the other hand is hidden behind his back, a little suspicious. what is he holding? before you could say something, he holds up a white tulip in front of you like a shy schoolboy asking his crush on a date. hints of blush on his cheeks. you stare confusingly at the beautiful tulip then at him.

“some old man was selling them so… i figured to get you one…” his eyes remained glued to the floor, feeling too flustered and embarrassed to meet your gaze. god he’s never felt so embarrassed just by a simple kind gesture. this is bombing his ego.

your heart melts at his kind gesture. this is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for you. how cute he looks so shy and flustered. tenderly taking the tulip from his grasp, you give it a light sniff. you adore the smell of fresh flowers. “thanks. it’s kinda ironic since tulips are my favorite.” you walk over to the kitchen and open one of the cabinets to find a vase, luckily you did. you place the beautiful flower inside. you’ll put in your room later.

“i know.” he said sheepishly, finally looking up from the ground with a neutral expression.

you look back at him confusingly, brows furrowed. “how? i never told you before…” pausing for a moment, you think of how he could’ve had known. your eyes widen in realization. “you sneaky son of a bitch, you were eavesdropping.” you glare at him.

miguel scoffs and rolls his eyes, folding his arms over his broad chest. “i wasn’t. i was checking the monitors and happened to come across your conversation in the cafeteria with the others.”

you shoot him a dumbfounded look. “god you’re never beating those stalker allegations.” a sneaky smile crept up on your lips as you walk about to the table and close up the box of shenanigans. you can sense his glaring eyes, making you smile more.

since you don’t hear him leaving, you look back at him with hands on your hips. “what?” it was clear he wanted to say something, so you’re going to make him say it. however, you’re met with silence.

miguel just stands there awkwardly, head lowered to avoid your eyes. his clenched fists repeatedly opened and closed, a sigh of anxiousness. that made you frown confusingly but also concerned. normally you would repeat the question but you were patient, allowing him to figure out his words without feeling pressured. even though miguel isn’t looking at you, you hope he feels your soft gaze instead of your sassy, intimidating one like usual.

“is there… anything else you want?” he finally speaks, barely above a whisper as if he’s afraid to ask. his gaze never left the floor, concealing his flushed face.

your brows raise in surprise, pondering the question. “no, i’m fine. the tulip was nice.” you say softly.

miguel finally looks at you, a displeased look on his face. “no, seriously. is there anything else? the tulip isn’t enough for how you helped me.”

your brows furrowed in confusion, shaking your head. “no it’s okay, miguel. really. i appreciate the flower, you don’t need to get me anything else.”

he waves off with his hand, shaking his head in disapproval. “no, [y/n]. just tell me, please.” he sounds desperate which stuns you.

“you’re not going soft on me, are you, miguelito?” a teasing smirk on your glossy lips.

he blushes at the nickname, all flustered and riled up. “just answer the damn question.” he said in his usual intimidating tone to conceal his flustered face but ultimately fails, which you find it hilarious and cute.

you snort, earning a groan from miguel. honestly, you don’t even know what to think of. the tulip was a perfect gift. what else could you possibly want? you’ve been dying to buy new clothes but you’re not gonna ask him that. you can do that on your own time, whenever the you get the chance since work has been a pain lately. how blank your mind is, no possibilities can into mind. then, an imaginary light bulb appears on your head as an idea pops up. the corner of your lips curl up into a mischievous smile like the grinch. miguel noticed and he’s a bit nervous, that smile never comes off as a good thing.

“you…“ you point at him, that mischievous smile still intact. “have to dog-sit.” you then point at daisy, who’s laying on the couch.

miguel stares completely dumbfounded at you. “dog-sit? are you kidding?”

“you said anything so, you have to dog-sit daisy while i’m gone.” you say happily, folding your arms over your chest. a sense of pride lingering in you.

dog-sit? you want him to watch your dog? oh lord he can’t believe that was your choice out of everything. and you’re right, he said anything and he desperately wants to pay you back correctly. dog-sitting it is.

you sense his apprehension, making that mischievous smile into a soft one. “you’ll be fine. she has everything she needs, food, water and toys. oh she’s a fast eater so if you need more dogfood, bottom left cabinet. water is just in the fridge. the only thing you need to worry about is taking her to the bathroom. other than that, you’re fine.”

he took mental note of all the given information. well, if you say it’s easy, then it shouldn’t be hard then. miguel isn’t the greatest with pets, especially little dogs but daisy seems to like him. yeah it wouldn’t be hard. just watch the dog until you return.

“questions, comments, concerns?” you asked, hands placed on your hips in that iconic sassy posture.

he ponders for a moment. “no, i don’t think so.”

you quickly nod. “sweet. anyways, i gotta head out or else my brother is gonna kill me.” you walk back into your room to grab a cardigan then walk back to the living room. “you’ll be fine, she doesn’t need much.” you said as you put on your shoes then walk over to the table and grab the box but miguel beats you to it.

“hey i got it.” you pout, trying to snatch it from him but he moves it away from your attempt.

“i’ll carry it to your car.” miguel states flatly.

“it’s not even heavy.” you argue, reaching for it a second time but he moves it away again but instead higher in the air so you don’t reach it. not that you can anyways because you’re short and he’s so tall.

“miguel.” you whine with a pout. curse his tallness, it’s not your fault he’s so freakishly tall.

he finds it utterly amusing how your little hands can’t reach the box, even on your tippy toes. a sense of pride flowing through him, prideful of his height. but what miguel finds most entertaining is your pouting expression. your height doesn’t help you, making you look like a helpless bunny. how cute, he thought.

“let’s go.” miguel stated as he walks past you, heading for the front door.

you sigh out of frustration, knowing you weren’t gonna win this battle. accepting defeat, you grab daisy from the couch and follow miguel. after closing the door, the three of you use the elevator and head downstairs to your car outside. once you reached your car and unlocked it, miguel placed the box in the passenger seat then closed the door.

“thank you even though i told you no.” you watch him rolls his eyes at you. “here, it’s like a trade.” you hand daisy to him so abruptly, which catches him off guard but he takes the dog in his hands swiftly. you can’t get over how tiny she looks in his hands. it’s just so amusing yet adorable. they’re gonna have a blast.

“bye mamas.” you pet her head lovingly, making her lean into your touch while licking your hand.

miguel just stares awkwardly at the interaction since it’s happening literally in front of him. although, he finds it cute how much adoration you have for your dog. a pleasant sight to his eyes, and heart.

you look up at miguel, craning your neck all the way up since he’s so damn taller than you. “be nice to her. if i find her crying when i get back, te mato.” you shoot him a light glare, truly meaning your words.

he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “whatever, demonio.”

flashing a smirk as a goodbye, you turn around and got in the car. as you start driving away, daisy starts whining. miguel glances at the dog, rolling his eyes.

“ya cálmate, she’ll be back.” he tries being gentle but there is still irritation in his tone. those ruby eyes follows your car until you’re no longer in sight. with daisy wiggling in his arms, miguel walks back inside your apartment building.

the dog-sitting commences.

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with literally nothing to do other than watch your dog, miguel awkwardly sits on the couch. daisy is eating the dogfood from her bowl in the kitchen. there is a tv but he doesn’t watch television that often. being spider-man and the leader of the spider society means barely any time to himself. he’s just a natural workaholic and dog-sitting isn’t something he’d ever do. nothing against your dog, like mentioned before, daisy likes him but just feels weird to be doing nothing other than watch her. you do have a bookshelf, filled with tons of books. that doesn’t surprised him. if miguel had more time to himself or wasn’t the leader of a group, perhaps he would’ve taken a hobby in reading. since he is a big scientist, it requires lots of reading and miguel was fond of that. but assuming it’s you, that bookshelf is probably filled with romance novels. little does he know it’s actually mostly murder and mystery.

while sitting there awkwardly and fiddling with his hands, daisy walks over to him with her tail wagging. there is a strange look in her eyes; she’s giving him the big doe eyes. shit — she has to go to the bathroom. lifting up from the couch with a groan, miguel scoops up the dog in one hand and exits your apartment to head outside. luckily he brought a change of clothes so no one would catch spider-man randomly walking a dog in public. how awkward and embarrassing that would be?

that title ‘friendly neighborhood spider-man’ would definitely live up its name. however, miguel isn’t friendly. ‘grumpy spider-man’ is more like it.

as daisy does her business, miguel stands there awkwardly waiting. those muscly arms folded over his broad chest, flexing in the process. that white shirt he’s wearing acts more like a compression shirt, heavily outlining his muscles. the gray sweatpants hanging a bit too low, showing off his tiny sluty waist and a tiny sneak peek of his happy trail. while waiting, a few giggles from the distance captures his attention. turning his head in that exact direction, miguel finds two women babbling and drooling over him, batting their lashes at him. he tries to not roll his eyes. sure, he knows he is attractive but something about those two women just annoys him. they seem ignorant and desperate for attention. they’re not like you, you are the opposite of them. you don’t beg for attention. hell you don’t even throw yourself at him. you mostly insult and tease him all the time.

wait — why the hell is he thinking about you?

luckily, daisy finished and walks back to him, her tail waggling happily. snapping out of those weird thoughts, miguel scoops her up again and heads back inside the building. the two women wave at him as an attempt to call him over but miguel ignores them, leaving them devastated.

30 minutes has past and you’re still gone. you never mentioned how long you were gonna be gone but supposedly your brother lives far away or too busy with the stuff. sitting back on the couch, miguel fiddles with his gizmo to make sure the multiverse and everything at HQ was intact. lyla would contact him if so. while checking his gizmo, daisy walks up to him with a green toy ball in her mouth.

miguel looks dumbfounded at the fluffy thing. “no.” she keeps looking up at him with those doe eyes and tail wagging. “no.” he said flatly but it’s no use because she drops the ball at his feet and waits.

“ay dios mio…” he rubs the temples of his forehead with a hand, sighing. miguel bends over and grabs the ball. he gives it a experimental squeeze, a high pitched noise coming from it which excites daisy. the corner of his lips twitch slightly upward at the sight. miguel throws the ball across the living room, landing in front of the tv. daisy chases after it.

the doorknob rattles which makes daisy bark. miguel looks in that direction, watching you enter the apartment. the golden doodle rushes over to you, barking happily at you. she always get excited when you come home. you adore it every time.

“hi mamas! i missed you!” you crouch down and pick her up, carrying her in your arms. you nuzzle your face into her fluffy fur as she attacks your face with adoring licks. you avoid getting licked in the mouth by moving your head around.

closing and locking the door, your eyes land on the tall brunette sitting on the couch. “oh yeah, you.” sarcasm at its peak which earned you a glare from him. “thanks for watching her.”

“well, you were right. it was easy.” miguel lifts up from the couch and approaches you before stopping and stand a few feet from you, folding his arms.

you quickly glance at his outfit, noticing he’s not wearing his usual red and blue suit but instead casual clothes. “where the hell did you get a change of clothes?” you don’t own any men clothes, not since you threw out your ex’s clothes after the breakup.

“i uh brought them from my place. didn’t want people catching me in my suit while walking your dog.” he elaborated.

“huh… smart. anyways, you can go now. they probably need you back at HQ.” you walk to the kitchen and open the fridge to search for dinner options, still carrying daisy in one arm.

miguel just stands there, observing you. it’s true, the society needs him back. he needs to go back, resume his duty as the leader of the spider society and protector of the multiverse. however, he isn’t in the rush to do so. or more precisely, he doesn’t want to leave, not just yet. much to his surprise, miguel actually enjoyed staying in your home. today was one of the first days he wasn’t spider-man, wasn’t at HQ. he was just a human being, just miguel.

“i will but jessica has it under control. i’ll be notified if anything happens.” it’s true he placed jessica in charge while he’s gone. the minute his gizmo beeps with a notification regarding the multiverse, he’ll bolt the fuck out. but since there isn’t any, miguel has no reason to leave just yet.

you hum in surprise, still searching for something to make for dinner. nothing comes to mind. take-out it is then. when he mentioned HQ, you thought about your spidey friends. you miss them terribly, especially hobie. god you miss that brit and his charming voice. you should really take on that offer of spending time with him in his universe. hopefully one day.

“hey, do you mind i visit HQ again? i miss my spider peeps.” you turn around, looking at him while petting daisy’s head with a loving touch.

miguel had to resist the urge to smile at your response. he would love for you to visit again, visit him. “fine but i’ll give you a watch so you can get there faster instead of driving.”

your eyes lit up in excitement. “oooo like the fancy one you have?” you point at his watch.

he nods. “yes.”

“killer.” you offer a gentle smile.

you two are definitely friends at this point, whether miguel likes to admit it or not. but honestly, you’re more than just friends. it’s unclear but there is definite chemistry between you two.

spider-man and his pretty little friend.

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