Miguel X You - Blog Posts

Corazón Sin Cara

a/n: this is the first thing i’ve posted on tumblr and probably the last unless there’s enough demand 😭 ik the hype for miguel has died down quite a bit but i hope those that are still around like this silly little thing i wrote for funsies :) (srry if he’s ooc :( )

warning(s): mentions of alcohol (no one’s drunk), cursing, anyone can read but written with chubby!reader in mind, mentions of reader wearing dresses and heels but no pronouns used, no use of y/n, nervous miguel lol

Description: A night at the bar with Jess and Peter B., that’s all tonight was supposed to be. But because the multiverse is seemingly always against you, you couldn’t just have a fun, peaceful night without it being ruined by something (or someone). That’s why you found yourself in your current predicament, flustered and stiff as you swayed with the (admittedly attractive) leader of the Spider Society that was usually so cold towards you.

All you could feel were his hands on your waist, his skin warm even through the fabric of the dress you wore. Peter B. and Jess watched from the sidelines, idly chatting by the bar with smug looks on their faces. You sent them glare from across the room which only caused Peter to snicker and whisper something behind his hand and for Jess to send you a teasing wink. You heard a whistle from your dance partner, his index finger tapping your waist to grab your attention.

“Lost you there for a second.” Miguel’s head tilted slightly as he spoke, a small smile gracing his lips. “Oh- Uh- Yeah, sorry…” You stammered as you shook your head to snap yourself out of your stupor. Honestly, you couldn’t recall how you got into this situation. All you remembered was nursing a drink or two before being swooped away by strong hands, not even able to protest after he muttered a demand for you to dance with him just loud enough for you to hear.

From what you understood, Peter planned these outings sometimes in an attempt to have a “bonding experience” with others in the society. While the notion was sweet, schedule clashes and many other factors tended to leave only the small group you were with now. Miguel was an unexpected addition, half-jokingly invited by Peter in one of the many one-sided “conversations” they tended to have. No one actually expected him to show up, hands stuffed in the pockets of his slacks as he deadpanned at Peter’s overly enthusiastic greeting. He barely spared you a glance, giving you half-assed wave before almost immediately ordering a drink.

You scowled at the lack of acknowledgment, bitterly taking a sip of the drink you had ordered earlier to get the sour taste of his disdain out of your mouth. Sure, he may not have said anything to Peter, but he chose to be around him. Miguel avoided you like the plague, always making up some lame excuse to leave the room whenever you two coincidentally had a moment alone. When you confided in Jess and Peter with your complaints, they simply gave each other a knowing look before shrugging dismissively and waving off your concerns.

You felt left out, like some inside joke was being made and your gut was telling you that you were the subject of it. No matter how hard you tried, you could never decipher that look that they gave each other.

But your current predicament was a direct contrast to his previous behavior. His big hands were soft against the plushness of your waist, it was as if he was afraid of breaking you. You could smell the hints of alcohol on his breath when he got close enough, but he was still very much conscious of everything he was doing, which only confused you more. Why would he be consciously dancing with you when he can’t even stand to be in a room with you? Is he just trying to fuck with you?

Even though you both were just lazily swaying to the song playing over the speakers of the bar, you were stiff. You didn’t know where to put your hands and you were avoiding direct eye contact with him, seemingly finding the empty tables over his shoulder more interesting than Miguel himself. You heard him let out a short, breathy laugh before his hands gently guided your arms to rest on his shoulders. Goosebumps riddled your skin as his fingers ghosted over your forearm before moving back to your waist. The new positioning only brought your faces a couple of inches closer, but with the way your face heated up you may as well have been cheek-to-cheek.

You were quiet for a moment until the song you were swaying to changed, a vaguely recognizable bachata melody playing over the speakers. Miguel visibly perked up at this, looking down at you as if he was waiting for you to say something. “What?” You asked with furrowed brows, narrowing your eyes in suspicion at the look he gave you. He shrugged in response, answering your question with a question of his own. “You know this song?” It was your turn to shrug. “From family parties, mostly. I don’t even know the name of it or what it means but I’ve listened to it too many times to count.” He raised an eyebrow at your explanation and let out a small hum, nodding in response to your words.

“I’ll lead.” He murmured, his gaze flitting around different points on your face, taking in every curve of your cheek, every eyelash that fluttered up at him, every wrinkle of your skin as you gave him that pretty, confused look he loved so much. “Here, let me just…” His voice trailed off and his hands pulled you in by your waist, his knee slotting in between your thighs. You didn’t say anything, the way his body pressed against yours and how his lips were so close rendered you completely speechless. You gave him your warmed cheek, eyes fixed on a nearby wall as he led the steps of your dance.

You were quite rusty, so it took you a moment to remember the steps to the dance. His proximity definitely didn’t help either. But before long your hips were moving to the beat of the music as well as they could in your tense and flustered state. You felt him lean down, his soft breaths fanning along the shell of your ear as his hands moved to rest on your swaying hips. “‘And if you’re fat or skinny, none of this matters to me.’” You turned your gaze back to him at his murmured words, a perplexed expression on your face. “Excuse m-” He shushed you softly, effectively cutting off your words.

He was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowing in concentration. “‘And I am not perfect either, all I know is that I want you the way you are.’” You stared up at him with pinched brows, your lips twitching into a scowl. He was starting to piss you off. He snickered at your expression, giving your hips a small squeeze. “Just translating the lyrics, you said you don’t know what the song is about.” He explained, trying to stifle a small smile in fear of annoying you more than he already was.

It didn’t work.

You stopped moving, pulling away from him but keeping your hands resting on his broad shoulders. “What the fuck is your problem?” You asked suddenly, brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. You reveled in the way his eyes widened in shock and how a nervous flush crept up his neck. “Wh-what do you-” “You know damn well what I mean, Miguel. You avoid me for no reason but you’re pressed up against me the second you get some drinks in you.” You huffed frustratedly, eyes searching his face. The flush had made its way to his face and he avoided direct eye contact with you, his eyes darting around every feature of your face other than your eyes. You pulled away from him completely, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him expectantly for his explanation.

He stood quiet and you scoffed, pressing your tongue against your cheek. “Can you at least have the decency look at me when I’m talking to you? Or do you not respect me that much?” His eyes widened and locked on yours at those words, his head shaking in disagreement. “No, that’s not what- It’s not because I don’t respect you…” He trailed off. He sounded desperate, like what you suggested was so outlandish he had to put a stop to that train of thought the second the words left your lips. “Then what is it, Miguel?” Your arms stood crossed over your chest as your heel-clad foot tapped against the hardwood floor of the bar impatiently.

God, he hoped he didn’t fuck this up.

“You just…” He cut himself off, sighing deeply and squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to ground himself and will away the heat lingering on his skin. “You make me nervous. So nervous.” Your eyes narrowed at his vague explanation and you stood silent, a wordless way of telling him to continue. “I-I can’t explain it, you’ve been stuck in my head, it’s so frustrating.” He ran his hands through his hair with an exasperated huff. “Your laugh, your face, it’s all so annoying… but I can’t get enough of you. I hate feeling like this.” He rambled.

Your eyes were wide when he finished speaking. It felt like the world had gone silent, all of the music and low murmurs of the people around you fading into silence, leaving only the two of you. You suddenly broke the silence with a soft, unsure laugh that slowly escalated until you were gripping the sides your stomach in genuine amusement at the situation. He let out a few tense laughs, an embarrassed flush on his face. “So…” Another laugh cut you off before you took in a deep breath in an attempt to stave off the giggles that were about to escape you again. “So instead of just asking me out, you decided to avoid me? And then what? The feelings would just go away?” You teased, a bright smile still on your face as you continued huffing out quiet laughs. He looked away from you with a pout, shrugging in response to your question. His response only made you laugh more.

“I thought you hated me.” You sighed after finally calming down from your laughing fit. “… I could never hate you…” He murmured after a moment, his face still turned away from you. You crinkled your nose at his words, shaking your head softly as you moved towards him again. “That was really cheesy but… sweet, I guess.” You shrugged with a small laugh, snaking your arms around his neck. He startled slightly at the contact but rested his hands on your waist.

“So… anything you have to say to me?” You mused, lightly tapping his nape with your fingers to get him to look at you. “Sorry for ignoring you…” He murmured begrudgingly, a stubborn scowl on his face. A smug smile spread across your cheeks. “Oh, that was cute.” You cooed teasingly. “But no. I was thinking more ‘Will you go on a date with me so I don’t have to pathetically avoid you anymore?’” You deepened your voice, mocking his tone with a small laugh. He rolled his eyes at your antics, attempting to stifle a small smile. “Okay, okay, I get it, I was being ridiculous.” “Understatement.” You murmured.

You watched his face as he filtered through many, many different emotions before he finally sighed in defeat. “Will you…” “Yes.” You answered quickly with a stifled smile. Miguel chuckled after his initial surprise. “Friday at seven?” You smiled. “Friday at seven.”

For my fellow MIGUEL O'HARA × FEM!READER lovers (forgive me father for this brain rot)

Anyways, MDNI --- NSFW headcanon below (one but juicy like Miggy's a-), swearing (obv) and (maybe, just maybe) self-projected kinks (we are all delulu for this man, let's face it)

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• first things first - let's all agree Miguel is a very passionate lover (and i don't mean he just fucks you roughly, he knows how to be gentle and rub you just the right way to make you see stars)

• he's a man who knows how to balance out his hunger for you, though sometimes he gets a bit carried away

• you just make his head spin in circles, he can't help himself

(and now's the time for that headcanon)

• he just LOVES to please you. Miguel eats you out like a true gentleman he is, and the best part is - it's just the thing that gets him off as well

• my guy can finish without even touching himself once - just hearing you plea and whimper as you squirm and roll your hips under him is enough for him to cream his pants

• you haven't gotten down from your high for what feels like hours (what orgasm was that, 7th? 8th? you stopped counting a long time ago)

• your wrists are stuck to the bedhead with Miguel's webs tightly wrapped around them, cutting off blood circulation almost completely yet you don't feel them get numb, your head too high in the clouds to notice

• your throbbing clit so overstimulated that every touch forces a series of choked moans out of you as you reach your peak yet again, rolling your eyes in pure ecstasy

• you do, however, notice Miguel's grip on your thighs tighten, nails digging deeper into your skin as a low growl rumbles in his throat and right into your folds, making you whimper his name breathlessly

• a moment of calm follows, as you both try to compose yourself - his forehead pressed to your inner thigh, his hot heavy breath tickling your skin; eyes closed shut, your juices dripping down his chin - the whole sight just so captivating it makes you whine

• Miguel glances up at you - eyes drowsy and pupils wide blown, like he genuinely was intoxicated - he is, but on YOU, and he makes it known, as the corners of his lips curl up into a grin and he bites your inner thigh teasingly

• that's enough for a familiar knot to form inside your core as another whiny moan of his name rolls off your tongue

• and that settles how the rest of the night is gonna play out

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(i feel like i need a shower after that... and jesus)

(bit of "ew" moment?? I dunno how to name it, anyway warning for cringe and ew)

So i guess we all like Miguel's fangs.

Okay, noted. But i'd like to contribute to that kink a bit.

With some memes.

I suppose he's immune to his own venom. And i also suppose he can control the flow of it when he releases it. And that sometimes, when he loses it to strong emotions, his venom just spills out.

That being said, imagine a scenario where it's been weeks since you two have seen each other. Because he's a workaholic.

And so when the opportunity presents itself, you both are so touch starved, you just go right to pound town. Well, you were ABOUT TO.

Because Miguel just lost it. To lust, to emotions and to you pleading for him to hurry up and fuck you to oblivion.

And when he bit you to show you how ready he is, he accidentally poisoned you.

A beat.

You touch your neck. When you bring your hand closer to your face, the blood on your fingertips is a bit more runny and transparent that it should be.

You lift your gaze up to meet his own just to notice how Miguel is freaking out himself even more than you are.

Here i'll save us all time and finish my rambling by saying that it all ends well, because Miguel takes care of you and apologizes (way too much even). Not like you mind to be poisoned by him, but a warning next time would be great.

someone said "faking an orgasm with miguel is impossible"

so i said "nothing is impossible, baby gorilla" and wrote THIS

enjoy..?

+18; Miguel O'Hara × spider-girl!reader; memes, crack and a bit of smut; one phrase in Spanish; no uses of y/n

Your made up moan forces a low growl out of him. Right into your folds. Not like it was unpleasant or anything, but you were too distracted to notice it.

Now, why were you on your phone when Miguel O'Hara was eating you out like a gentleman?

Oh, that's because you agreed to meet up with your spider gang to watch a movie and you were already late, texting them "sorrys" and "brbacks".

Because Miguel is a feral beast and he pinned you to the wall when you were ready to head out, but you didn't mention that part.

A short "no" didn't cut it. A "i promised them" didn't work either. And since you're just unable to dismiss this man, you agreed because now he promised you to be quick.

Another lie you were facing currently, because it's been more than fifteen minutes during which you couldn't focus on his tongue circling your clit at all, because you were anxious.

Well, what can you say? The movie promised to be good, you kinda genuinely wanted to see it with your new friends.

But today promises seemed to be nothing but a lie well told.

"Oh, i'm cumming..." Jesus fucking Christ, that was so unrealistic you mentally smacked yourself in the face. Did Miguel also notice, or you just imagined that low rumble under the sheets? "Oh, wow, so good..."

How much more cringy can it get? You'd burst into laughter if you weren't texting into the groupchat right now.

Truth be told, it felt good. But Miguel always took his time with you, enjoying every whimper and moan rolling off your tongue, like it were angels singing. It was kinky, but not today. Today time is money, and in that case literally.

You let out another fake moan and slightly twitched your hips for a more plausible effect. Make 'em believe it feels good and they feel like champions afterwards. A motto that right now was useful.

Or wasn't it..?

Miguel's head poked out from under the sheets. A scowl on his face present.

"And what even was that?"

He snarled, showing off his fangs. A sight that usually made your heart rate speed up. Now? Only made you hum in thought.

"An orgasm?"

The silence was tangible as fuck now. O'Hara didn't even flinch when another fake smile appeared on your face.

Yeah, he called dibs on bullshit even before you opened your mouth, that's for sure.

"Miggy, i told you, i'm late!" You protested, lightly shaking your phone with an open groupchat. "Very sweet of you to show me this courtesy, but the guys are waiting for me in the theater!"

"You'll have to call it off." His hot breath on your skin makes you slightly shiver. "I'm not letting you go until i hear you pleading my name for more."

"In that case i'm not going anywhere at all!" You still pout, despite how sweet it feels when he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

"That's why you'll call it off." Miguel hoarsely snickers in between your legs.

An eye roll from you doesn't change his mind at all.

"Miggy..." You start with a sly smile before flipping him off. "Vete a la mierda."

"I regret teaching you this." He sighs, pressing his cheek to your inner thigh.

"And i regret agreeing to this." You point with your free hand at O'Hara between your legs, which only makes him smirk.

And that's not his typical smug smirk at all. It's kind of predatory. Hot and dangerous? Yeah, that was it.

"You'll change your mind in just about now..." He hoarsely whispers before sinking his sharp canines into your sensitive flesh.

You loudly gasp, one hand already finding its way into his hair to tug on it desperately. As if that could ever make him stop.

Never in your whole relationship this worked, not even once. After a night well spent, you were always covered in those love bites, not just thigh wise.

And Miguel knew exactly what it did to you, how you can barely hold yourself just now, biting on your bottom lip so hard it draws blood. All that just to prevent a loud moan from escaping your mouth. And he seemed really intended to hear it, his two fingers slipping into you with ease as his thumb circled your now throbbing clit.

Jesus fucking Christ...

You mentally smacked yourself once again as your back arched in pleasure, a chocked moan finally finding its way out of you.

"Now that's much better, cariño." Miguel cooed before pressing another kiss to the love bite.

Were you fucked? Well, yeah, both literally and metaphorically.

Does it feel good? Absolutely, one hundred percent, big fat cock "yes".

However, there was a problem.

An open groupchat.

...

pavitr_loves_you:

guys, i'll go get popcorn! any requests?

gweaanda:

extra butter, please

kilometer_moralfull:

ooh!

i wanna try the blueberry one!

pavitr_loves_you:

got it 😉

capitalism_sucks:

pav wait up

i'll go with you

kilometer_moralfull:

anyone seen arachne?

capitalism_sucks:

nope

but i bet she got stuck in webs again

pavitr_loves_you:

🤔

gweaanda:

where is she at?

the movie starts soon

:arachnophobe is recording a voice message:

gweaanda:

finally!

what takes you so long?!

arachnophobe:

▶️---------0:02

kilometer_moralfull:

OMG

gweaanda:

...

sounds like someone is having fun already

capitalism_sucks:

it could be a metaphor

pavitr_loves_you:

what's in it? i can't listen yet, i'm paying up 😩

kilometer_moralfull:

PAVI DON'T !!!

HOBIE GET HIS PHONE RIGHT NOW

pavitr_loves_you:

already on it 👹

damn he got so many emojis

gweaanda:

yeah, anyways...

something tells me she's not coming

capitalism_sucks:

nah it sounds like she is

kilometer_moralfull:

PLEASE STOP ???

...

sorry not sorry..? ;)

the days are hard (miguel o'hara x reader)

dad!miguel, fluff, heart wrenching sweetness fr <3

don’t mind me, just thinking about patching Miguel up after a particularly bad anomaly and your daughter wakes up to see you and Miguel at the kitchen table. It's the middle of the night and she’s rubbing the sleep from her eyes, dragging her favorite stuffed animal behind her that funnily enough ‘Uncle’ Hobie had given to her despite how much Miguel had groaned to you about it. You hadn’t even sensed she had gotten up, too focused on the injury after injury you kept finding on your husband's body.

you were cleaning a cut on Miguel’s eyebrow when you noticed his eyes shift to the doorway to the kitchen “mija? go back to bed baby” he rumbles out, voice soft. He winces as you finish dabbing the blood away from his forehead, quickly putting the cloth down on the table next to you as you turn to look at the little girl in front of you. “what are you doing up bug?” you say as you brush the hair back from her still sleepy face

“sensed papá come home” she mumbles out, Miguel reaches out and touches her face, his large hand covering the entire side of it “m'sorry i woke you up” he whispers. she climbs into his lap, her hands going to cup his cheeks for a moment before throwing her arms around his neck “it’s gonna be okay papá” your heart squeezes in your chest at the softness in her voice, you see Miguel's eyes go wide before they water.

his eyes squeeze shut and he wraps his large arms around her tiny frame, you blink your eyes to will away the tears before she reaches her little hand behind her towards you “mamá come” her voice comes out muffled from being smushed against Miguel's shoulder, you smile and drop your body down on the bench beside them, one of Miguel's arms wraps around your waist and tugs you into his side pressing a kiss to your temple. 

one of your daughters hands comes up to grab your hand, you press a kiss on it and lean your head on Miguel's free shoulder “love you” she mumbles to the both of you, miguel kisses the side of her head “we love you too mi vida” he whispers into her hair before he turns to you and presses his lips to yours, it’s a soft kiss full of all the love in his heart that could only be for his two girls. You break apart and rest your forehead against his, and you think that in this moment wrapped in your husband and daughters arms that everything just might be okay. 

Every single time I see a Fantasy! AU of Miguel O'hara it's always a royalty! or knight!miguel x royalty! or commoner!reader and I am soooo disappointed I haven't seen a witch!reader.

I MEAN, COME ONNNNN

Knight!Miguel being your usual knight who follows the rules and hunts witches, warlocks, and demons because most of them cause mayhem.

Meanwhile witch!reader is not your typical witch since she doesn't really do catastrophic damage, only really does hexes or curses(it's not that bad actually) most of them can be considered as pranks and the townspeople, that live near witch!reader's cottage, can only get annoyed or find it hilarious and sometimes even paying her to hex someone or get a curse off of them. And reader is actually sweet but strange(?), she brews healing potions or using her magic to help the townspeople and in return the townspeople help the reader hide the fact that she's a witch from the knights who did a monthly checking of the kingdom's towns.

Knight!Miguel who, one day, was injured from fighting a dangerous warlock and found the cozy cottage of witch!reader.

Reader helps knight!Miguel despite the risk of getting exposed that she's a witch.

Knight!Miguel who went against the rules and didn't report witch!reader and would do a monthly or(twice a month?) checking to see if she doesn't make anything malicious.

Knight!Miguel realizing there are actually good witches and warlocks since doing magic and not being registered or officially as a magic user or sorcerers.

(I dunno what I'm doing. I guess witches are just wild and untamed not being affiliated with kingdoms and their rules. I thought it would be in line with the movie since being a witch can equate as an anomaly...so reader can be like an anomaly which I also likeee)

Knight!Miguel who is conflicted as he slowly falls for witch!reader and he's a mess.

Miguel x Time-traveler reader

Some weird idea about Dimension traveling Miguel and a time-traveling reader.

I'm not sure whether I should make the reader or time-traveler exist in the same dimension as Miguel or not.

If Time-traveler does exist in the same dimension as Miguel then I plan for them to feel like they doesn't belong there or just some person out of time who wishes to visit the 2000s or older. It doesn't help since in the year 2099, while space travel(the train to the moon) and technology is so advanced but I think the future would have animals, some places or landmarks, and parts of nature that are already gone.(Just a bunch of world building in general)

The reader probably grew up just seeing and reading all of those on the internet or books. Thus the reason for time-traveling.

In addition, Time-traveler is either trying to escape their dull life or really has nothing tying them down in 2099 so the desperation for time-traveling is stronger.

And they succeed.

Enter Miguel.

Miguel suddenly gets pop ups of an anomaly who disappears and reappears all of sudden on his radar and can't quite catch them for some reason. He thought it was some villain but he slowly starts to bump into this strange person who keeps seeing from where his radar appears that says an anomaly is.

Time-traveler could have this one signature style like a green ribbon that Miguel could always spot.

The more Miguel and Time-traveler interact, the more Miguel feels like he's okay with this anomaly on the loose...

Until Time-traveler starts messing up with world tragedy events like Time-traveler trying to save an endangered species that would likely be extinct in the year 2099 then Miguel starts trying to capture them in a more serious and aggressive manner.

Then they fight and quarrel.

Just two idiots taking up the mantel of saving everyone and everything in a way they see fit.

"Traveler."

"Okay, just hear me out-"

"You can't just decide what's the next big thing you are going to save so you can play martyr in the future."

"I'm not being a martyr! I'm just saving this animal from extinction so that the people in our timeline could see this majestic beast in person rather than in a book like I did."

"And what... Majestic beast is it this time, hmmm?"

Miguel could hear a pigeon coo as Time-traveler desperately tries to hide a pigeon inside their shoulder bag.

Miguel is not impressed.

Time-traveler would probably end up being an actual anomaly (ie the one that actually causes damage to everything like the dimension collapsing thing)

That's pretty much all I got. I got no writing skills to pull this off.

Are u drooling or is it just me🫣

Random Miguel O’Harra Headcanon. (NFSW MDNI)

He has you dangling off a tall building while holding you with his web. He teases your pussy by lifting you up to his face, planting a long wet kiss on your clit, and lift you back down( almost like him lifting weights). You tell him to stop and that your sorry for making him upset, but all he does is smile down at you. He even spits on your clit, watching it fall down right on your pussy 🐱

IMAGINE

i’ve been imagining Miguel getting pranked with the no-tear toilet paper roll and then going feral when he can’t figure it out — that is to say I’m giving creative freedom (begging on my hands and knees) for someone to draw this up.

• It could probably be a situation where the gang (peter b, hobie, miles, gwen, pav) are plotting some maniacle shits and giggles to be played on Miguel.

• the toilet paper idea is definitely brought up by peter b and everybody hates it. They’re confused like wth what is that, that sounds lame.

• Until he explains it and Hobie is probably the first to come around to say actually that’d be pretty goofy

• the prank could go about in several ways: someone is ‘bleeding’ and in need of tissue, miguel is eating his food and they offer him toilet paper roll (questionable but adds to the humor), they could all just be crammed hiding in the restroom when he’s forced to use the unbreakable paper roll, etc.

>< i desperately need to see this in visual action, but i didn’t know which of his admirers to go to

Imagine being married to a version of Miguel (pt. 2)

Dark!Miguel O’Hara x reader

(Part 1)

Summary: In your universe, you are Spider-Woman… but you’re also Mrs. O’Hara. In Part Two, things start to escalate.

AN: Scenarios and bullet-points.

TW: MDNI, mature situations (non-con voyeurism, obsession, male mast., consensual times with your husband.), Angst, Jealousy, Dark!Miguel/Yandere!Miguel

With each day that passes, he can feel himself becoming more and more obsessed with you. With this life that could have been his. He's falling deep into the same trap as before. Instead of sending you out into the field, he’s making you stay at HQ for longer, and longer hours.

He tells you it’s because you’re a scientist. And… you are! It’s nice to have time just to study this phenomenon. Brings back good memories. Memories of studying and experimenting with your Aunt at OsCorp. Before… well, you know.

It brings you and Miguel-A closer too. Just as it had between you and the Miguel O’Hara you married. Talking for hours about tech, theories on the multi-verse, and debating if pork empanadas were better than beef.

There are times where the hours drift away. Where his shoulders relax and your hand touches his arm. Miguel-A imagines that this must be what life is like with you. The feel of your hand, your laugh, small things that make him slip into that trap again. He finds himself leaning down to you. The smell of your hair… that space where your neck meets your shoulder looks so tantalizing.

He looks at you. And, God, you almost forget he’s not your husband. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t had time with your Hubbie lately, but Miguel-A is hard to ignore. He’s a version of your husband! How can you not touch him and get him coffee like you would your man?

That day you touched his arm, and he leaned into you, that was too far. You took your hand away and apologized profusely. Which snapped him out of his own fantasy, and made him sour for about a week.

Miguel-A didn't like to eavesdrop, but he did it. And it was becoming a real bad habit. Craning his neck to hear you talking to Miguel-B. One day, he found himself engrossed in your private conversation on the phone.

“I just don’t like how long he’s keeping you there lately," his alternate said.

You shook your head and asked, “Why? I’m helping fix the multi-verse, or did you like being stuck in traffic for three hours because of a pterodactyl Green Goblin?”

“It’s not the work that bothers me and you know that," the thinly veiled accusation has Miguel-A’s jaw clenched. Judging by how you sigh, it seems you've talked about this for quite some time. Miguel-A creeps further around the corner, cloaked in shadow.

“Babe, I keep telling you. He’s not like that. He’s...” Miguel-A leaned in further. What did you think of him? You were defending him, that must mean that you... stop. He needed to stop. “I’m pretty sure he hates my guts, sooo."

Miguel-A heard his alternate laugh from the phone “Now that I have a hard time believing."

“Huh?”

“He’s me, sort of. I can’t imagine any version of me that doesn’t fall for you,” at that… Miguel-A had to agree.

Of all the variations of Miguel O’Hara that he had witnessed, there were only two where he was happy. The Miguel who Gabriella called “Papa,” and the Miguel you were currently talking to. A version you married and were trying to have children with. Any version of him would kill to have this be his canon.

The sound of you cooing “Aww! Babe, you’re so cute.”

“H-Hey! This is ‘concerned-husband-time’, I am not trying to be romantic here! I just…”

You interrupted him “It doesn’t matter how many Miguel O’Hara’s there are in the multi-verse, I married only one of them. And he’s the only one for me.”

“Ay querida...” your husband and his alternate whispered in unison.

“Once we fix these rips in space and time, I won’t be coming back. Everything will go back to our version of normal. Okay?”

What? Oh. That’s right. That is the mission. The point of all of this. Still Miguel-A feels his heart pounding. The thought of you just… gone. It’ll be like you never even existed.

“Okay. And don’t think this is me not trusting you. Because I do. I just don’t trust that Wo—“

“Oh! Hey, Work Husband!” you end the call the moment you catch sight of Miguel-A. Phew, that was close! How awkward would it have been if he had heard all of that?

He keeps telling himself that he’ll back off. And then he escalates. When you go home, Miguel-A is watching. Listening. After watching you make love to your husband all those weeks ago, he starts to record it. Secretly. In an encrypted file where he isolated the audio so it’s just you. Just. You.

Miguel-A listens to these files when he’s alone. Stripping himself bare and laying in his bed with his headset on. The sound of your labored breathing and frantic whispers helping him fall back into the fantasy. Crying out for “Miguel,” moaning for him to go faster. Harder. “Bite me, fuck, bite me!” You’re panting. Babbling as you lose yourself in your pleasure.

He's taking himself in his hand, pumping his cock and picturing it's you. Your hands, your lips, your cunt. Miguel-A tries to visualize how you would look above him. Rocking your hips as you take him inside of you. How your lips look as you say such beautiful, filthy things "You're so deep... H-Hold my hips, yeah... help me move. I love you, I love you so much...! F-Fuck! Ah!"

At the sound of you declaring your love, he cums with you on the recording. He always does. And it's what happens after that leaves him feeling sick and murderous in his envy. The recording ends. His eyes open. And he is so painfully aware of where he is, of who he is. Laying on his back alone, his seed cooling on his stomach in this dark room. Alone.

When the tears in the multi-verse heal, you'll be gone. Wait. The multi-verse. The algorithm... How many people have you lost again? Just your Aunt, right?

"It's your canon event, I'm sorry"

Hello I'm back guys :]

Mental health patient!Miguel O'Hara x nurse!reader

/!\ CONTAINS THE SUBJECT OF MOURNING,LOSS OF LOVED ONES AND SIGNS OF S€LF H@RM /!\

Read at your own risks.

You were watching him since he arrived a few months ago.Bearely eating and sleeping,just looking at the two pictures he brought with him. The little picture frames had a picture of his daughter in a football jersey and the other one with his wife and her obviously pregnant belly.

The only time he talked was at breakfast to ask for coffee.The other patients tried to talk with him but his stern expression clearly turned them off and now he was alone at his breakfast table.

Miguel O'Hara was an empty hole now that his gorgeous wife and energetic daughter were not there to fill him up with joy.They died in a car accident when Miguel was at work,they wanted to surprise him for his birthday with a cake at his workplace but a truck hit their car on side , hurting his wife badly and Gabriella died of her injuries.

When he came home after staying by their side at the hospital, everything was calm,too calm , nobody to ask him how his day went ,nobody to complain about his scratchy beard. He quickly went downhill, and started cutting himself, the blood drawn from his wrists relieving the pain in his heart. His brother who heard the news sometimes checked on him ,trying to help him.He brought him to therapy , group therapy , tried other kinds of medecine but none of them worked to soothe his mind.

After all they went to see him, if he took the day off for his birthday and did not drown himself in work like always ,maybe they could've still been here?

But one day ,Miguel didn't answer Gabi's call.One time,two time,five times! He then drove to check on his brother ,worried of his state ,will he be still alive?

Miguel was barely , his body lazily laying on his bed,Gabi couldn't tell if he was asleep or unconscious but when his brother didn't flinch at his pinch ,he immediately called 911 and helped save his brother's life. Miguel tried to overdose himself to leave this world and join his wife and daughter's one.

Which brought him here ,in your service at the psychiatric hospital where doctors tried to but obviously failed to help him with mourning.He only liked you , your smile reminded him of Gabriella and you had the same eyes as his wife.It was a miracle when his hoarse voice complimented you on your hair. When he was in the common room ,it was now his habit to discuss with him about anything ,he was telling about his last job at Alchemax ,his brother that got a chipped tooth because of him , how he taught Gabriella to play football. He would talk about anything if it was with you.

Today was no different,you were sitting in the library with him ,doing crosswords of today's newspaper. When the definition "It pushes to help others" in 10letters appeared

"If I was in the room with the doctor would it help you?,you said ,scribbling letters down

-Why?

-To help you walk small steps into getting better,it would be a nice effort no?

-I don't know if I will ever get better,Y/N.There is no hope for me.

-Miguel..,you took his hand, you're not gonna get better in a blink,you need to take baby steps..and if I need to help you take those steps it would be with pleasure.I would love for you to see your brother again,you have so much opportunities waiting for you.You're only 31..."

He sighed ,rubbed his eyes and let go of his glasses.He actually thought about your proposition,your presence soothed him so maybe he would open up a bit more?

"One try then.And if it doesn't work you'll have to stop trying to make me feel better."

You nodded,taking his hand and smiled

"Thank you Miguel and I promise you, this will be your first step into getting back out there".

Days later , Miguel actually talked to the doctors,you were always at his side to rub his shoulders,encourage him , whispering how proud you were of him and praising him for opening up about tough subjects.Of course it wasn't done in days but as months goes by he felt a bit better ,you were to help him take his first baby steps and now he sometimes went without you to doctor's appointments.

The day the doctor released him from the facility he looked back at the crosswords you did that day and completed the last cases left empty.

"It pushes you to help in 10?

-Yeah it was the only word I couldn't find ,you smiled at the door frame,happy to see him rested and ready to go outside,nicely dressed in his shirt and pants when just months ago he would be in sweats and dirty tatoo exposing his once muscles biceps.

-Hm..Solidarity"

You smiled as he finally completed the crosswords and looked back at you,hugging you tightly.

Years later,you didn't have much of his news until a wedding invitation came in your office, joined by a picture of him and his new partner ,happy as ever.

THERE YOU GO!

That scenario got into my head months ago and I wrote it just today lol, I tried to remember some elements from my own experience but I'm sorry if it was a bit uncanny??

Take care of yourselves,if you got bad ideas or thoughts remember people cares about you and get help from people who you trust <3

Love on y'all °3°