Master List
Here you will find a list of the posted Miguel O'Hara content on my account <3
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Xuebing Du

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JBB: An Artblog!

titsay

tannertan36
Show & Tell
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Stranger Things
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Sade Olutola
dirt enthusiast
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oozey mess
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Master List
Here you will find a list of the posted Miguel O'Hara content on my account <3
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Yandere HC
(Y!Miguel x reader)
Synopsis: What would Miguel be like as a yandere for a civilian reader?
Warnings: Mild(Not a lot of Yandere behaviour maybe just him being possessive) Unhealthy behavior, stalking, if someone irl does this to you- RUN
In the event that you have caught his attention heâd start with gathering information- first and foremost
Anything that was public access was in his hands in mere moments; favorite colour, favorite coffee shop, any pets- friends- family you had posted about? All of this was cataloged into the recesses of his mind
Proceeding past that heâd begin with more private things; health records, home address- even accesing the phone you used on a daily
And oh- was accessing your phone a bad idea; it practically started a snowball effect- the photos, logs, everything on it
It was then that he began to appear around your daily life, not in plain sight of course- heâs smarter than that, but in secret
If you worked at a coffee shop- expect him dropping in for a drink- Worked as a waitress? Suddenly heâd famished
Each close encounter visit was spaced out to an extent- in order to make sure you remained oblivious
After hours heâd spend his time making sure you made it home safe from the darkened shadow of buildings- following allong silently
Heâd linger outside the fireescape of you apartment if you lived in an apartment- if you lived in a house heâd simly linger around where he could
Heâs the watch and wait type of person for the most part
Would eventually sneak into your place of residence to a) watch you sleep, b) rummage through your belongings- he may feel inclined to swipe a few things just for his own enjoyment
If he begins to grow impatient of waiting heâd just act
Prepare to have the scare of your life as some 6ft something man appears in your home professing some strange love (Infatuation) with you
Heâs been stalking your for days now- and heâd spiderman so donât even think of running or calling for help because heâs already taken care of both
Heâd probably feel a mix between excitement and lovesick upon finally being in your presence
Would most definitely wrap his arms around you right away (Struggling is futile)
Heâd definitely smell your hair before nuzzing into the crook of your shoulder (Any noise you made really just made him want you more)
This man most definitely lets out a mix between a goan and moan as his senses are filled with you- your skin, your hair, your voice, smell- everything
Your pleads fall onto deaf ears
Would murmur words of comfort into your ear despite knowing you didnât feel comforted at all
May want to kiss you then and there (You can decide <3)
Expect to be bitten- itâs the best way to transport you from your place to a much safer place (Donât worry though his venom is only paralytic and heâd be sure to take care of you)
Say goodbye to anything you once knew
Because now- heâll be the only thing you know, the only person you talk to- only person you touch-
Youâre his and heâs never letting you go
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Sick HC
(Miguel O'Hara x reader)
Synopsis: You find yourself getting sick, how does Miguel react?
Warnings: None
It started with a simple tickle in the back of your throat, then a few sneezes, some coughs here and there- until eventually everything hit you at once.
The fluctuating temperature of your body was the easiest to hide, as were the coughing and sneezing fits you had because you could merely pass those off as allergies
It was when your throat had begun to itch and when your voice began to sound like a squeaky hinge did Miguel finally take notice
Youâd tried your damnest not to worry him- knowing how busy he was with his duties; but that was a fault in itself
Once heâd notices your lack of conversation Miguel rounded the center island of your shared apartment, hand raising to rest on your forhead despite your quiet protests
âAy Dios mio- youâre burning up.â Pressing the back of his hand against your cheek to check once again he let out a breath, eyes taking in the sort of kicked puppy look your expression held. âHow long have you been like this?â
Despite the soreness in your throat you croaked out an answer, knowing right away heâd be upset with any amount of time. âA weekâŠâ
âA week?â He seemed offended for a second, an almost exasperated look crossing his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â
âBecauseâŠyou were busy and I didnât want to bother you.â Trailing off you pulled the cardigan you wore a little closer to yourselfÂ
Shaking his head softly at this Miguel right away guided you back to your shared room- the man insisting that you stay in bed and rest all the while he takes care of things
Heâd take the day off (Even if Lyla would pester him about it- you were equally as important)
Would bring you an ice pack to bring your temperature back down and would run you a nice bath as well (Would most definitely pick out a set of new PJâs for you as well as some furry socks insisting that before you put them on that youâd put menthol rub on the soles of your feet- heâd ignore your laughing here insisting that it worked despite how strange it sounded)
Once you were back in bed heâd bring over some sore throat tea and some medication for you to take (Heâd set a timer on his phone to make sure you take it periodically)
Water with a slice of lemon in it would always be on the nightstand (Another thing he mentioned that his parents did for him when he was young)
Miguel didnât cook often- but you bet your ass he would whip out some hidden tucked away family cook book and whip together a nice and warm pot of caldo de pollo to cure your sickness
Honestly, the best damn soup youâve ever had
Heâd check your temperature any chance he could and would let out a satisfied hum as it seemed to drop from its earlier inferno
âGet some sleep mi vida- youâll feel better in the morning.â Making sure the blankets were pulled up to your chin Miguel leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead, the man following it up with one of the bridge of your nose
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Caldo de pollo is literally so good- if yall have never tried it- go try some rn
Idk if yall knew but if you have any ideas for Miguel fics feel free to shoot them my way <3 (I make no promises tho)
Injury HC
(Miguel O'hara x reader)
Synopsis: You get injured on a mission, how does Miguel react?
Warnings: None
A quick in and out, thatâs how it was supposed to go. But as luck would have it you happened to walk right into the villains trap landing you on a mousetrap-like contraption.
Try as you might you were only able to dodge a few of the larger traps, some of the blades cutting through your suit and into your skin (Man did you wish your body was as self-mending as your suit was)
What a pain in the ass that villain was
Finally able to web them up and alert the local authorities youâd left the scene (a slight limp to each step but there was no need for regular folk to worry- youâd take care of it)
Arriving at HQ you did your best to hide the tremendous pain you were in, each step was like walking on pins and needles (There might even be some pins stuck in your skin- you werenât sure)
It was when you were heading towards one of the spare rooms that a particular open doorway halted your steps
Usually, Miguelâs office door was closedÂ
You took in a breath, back straightening out and head being held up high as if the skin beneath your suit wasnât becoming saturated with who knows what. You began walking past the doorway, hoping to make a speedy getaway
âHold it.â
And your plan failed in a near instant.
Plastering on a smile you rotated towards the doorway, choosing to linger in the hallway as opposed to stepping in (Not that you hadnât already been caught)
Miguels form regarded you from the desk, back leaned against it and arms folded across the expanse of his chest, his expression was clearly unamused however there were hints of concern that flickered across his gaze
âYouâre wounded.â It was a statement
âWhat makes you say that?â You tried to deflect the statement still loitering away from the man
He sighed, hand pinching the bridge of his nose before snapping his fingers and pointing down towards where his chair was.
âSit.â
Like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar you shuffled over, dropping yourself into the plush chair with a huff
âItâs nothing honestly, I can just take care of-â You stopped talking as a hand was held up telling you to stop, Miguelâs quick glare alone was enough for you to just shut up
Disappearing for a second heâd come back with some medical supplies, a sort of unspoken command coming through as youâd reluctantly deactivated the parts of your suit around the wounds
âTheyâre not that bad.â You insisted.
He rolled his eyes at that.
âIf they werenât that bad then you wouldâve stopped bleeding ages before entering HQ.â
Ok maybe he had a point there
Remaining silent in response you watched as he kneeled before you, disinfectant wipe in hand as he began dabbing at the wounds
The smaller ones just a stung a little, however, the largest one had you flinching- nearly flinging yourself out of the chair had he not predicted this beforehand setting a hand across the chair in order to hold onto the other armrest
A sort of makeshift seatbelt
âJust a little more.â His reassurance was nice however it didnât make the cut hurt any less
You felt like a cat getting their nails clipped for the first time with how much you were fighting against the arm currently keeping you in place
It felt like ages till he finally wrapped up the large cut, this stage being much more gentle compared to the cleaning of the cuts
âAre we done now?â Feeling as though youâd run a marathon Miguel merely let out an airy laugh in response, head shaking from side to side
âDone cleaning and wrapping those wounds of course.â
âGreat, so I can leave now?â
The look he gave you told you otherwise, arms once again folding over one another as though he could practically read your thoughts
âIâll be suspending your watch for a bit.â
âWhat why-â
âBecause I know you wonât take the time to properly heal.â His hand reached out to flick your forehead, head shaking from side to side before the edge of his lips quirked up.
âWhich also means Iâll have to watch over you for the time being.â
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Do yall think if you press on Miguel's palms that his claws would pop out like a cat?
Go with the Flow
(Miguel O'Hara x Reader)
Synopsis: What happens when you're stuck in another dimension with someone calling you their mom and someone else calling you their wife? You certainly recognized him- but he wasn't your Miguel.
Warnings: None, honestly had no clue where this was going Tbh
Bittersweet
(Miguel O'Hara x reader)
Synopsis: We all know Lyla was based off of something from Miguel's past, but what if there was another Ai that nobody knew about? What's the story behind it?
Warnings: A little sat-Idk, kinda cried a little finishing it, maybe spoilers but I also don't remember
They say thereâs a story behind every person, a reason for what they do and how they do it. But whether or not others knew was the real question.
Everyone in HQ was familiar with the sassy little AI known as Lyla, but what if there was another AI? One that was kept much closer than Lyla- like a toy that didnât want to be shared.
Miles is so cute I just wanna-
A Rock and a Hard Place
(Miguel O'Hara x reader)
Synopsis: You'd always consider yourself an older sibling to the younger spider-folk, often taking them under your wing despite Miguel's distaste for it (Something you ignored knowing he'd have to just tolerate it) So what happens when you meet Miles and everything you'd looked at from behind rose-tinted glasses changes?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED (Also plot change- sue me if you don't like it IG)
Spider-Sitters
(Miguel O'hara x reader)
Synopsis: Peter needs a babysitter for the evening and who better to ask than you and Miguel?
Warnings: Idk baby fever maybe, this is kinda cute, got my heart melt a little
Sitting on one of the brightly illuminated chairs you spun in place absentmindedly, nothing particular in mind as you'd only really been there to keep Miguel company. The man having been working all day without taking any sort of break- despite you bothering him about taking at least one.
âThis can't wait it has to be done as soon as possibleâ was always the answer- something you and Lyla both agreed was a bit much but what could you do besides just sit there and hope your presence someone eased the manâs nerves.
âIncoming Spider-Personel.â Lylaâs voice came and went quickly as the platform began itâs slow dramatic descent, the platform barely nearing the floor when a small figure had fallen from the ceiling- your spider sense quickly kicking in as youâd shot a web catching the small redhead; your lips curling into a smile right away.
âMay May! Hi sweetie! How are you?â Cooing your words at the small child she giggled in response, her small hands making grabby hands towards where Miguel stood, drawing out a laugh from you. âNo no honey Miguelâs a little busy.â
Another person had joined the platform soon after Mayday had, Peter's apologetic face coming quickly into view as he began talking to you as opposed to your clearly annoyed partner. âSorry for dropping by so unexpectedly but I have a favour to ask.â
Propping Mayday onto your hip you motioned for the man to continue, his next set of words enticing a huff in annoyance from Miguel.
âWell, I was wondering if you could watch Mayday for the evening, wife and I wanted to have a sort of date night and you know finding a babysitter for a baby that can crawl on walls- uh that might but be easy.â
Right away understanding what he was asking your lips curled into a warm smile, âOh yeah thatâs not a problem, Miguel and I have no problem taking care of this little spiderling.â Cooing a little once again towards the girl you pinched her nose softly, a quick side eye following suit as youâd taken note of how Miguel had turned to stare.
The man surely wanting to object, but choosing to bite his tongue instead.
You were a stubborn one.
âReally? Aw thanks a mil, Iâll be sure to repay you guys when we get back.â Moving to squish his daughter's face into his hands and press a quick kiss to her forehead Peter gave you a look of gratitude, his fatherlike stare coming down to rest back onto his daughter. âUh ok her bedtime is six oâclock, she doesnât like broccoli and her favorite show is the bouncing fruits on youtube. If there are any issues donât hesitate to text me.â
âYes yes of course, now go enjoy your time with your wife.â Using your free hand you shooed the man away, shaking your head with a soft smile only to roll your eyes at the sound of a huff beside you. Your attention now fully on Miguel waiting to hear what he had to say.
âMiguel and I have no problem? I didnât agree to babysit.â Repeating what youâd said to Peter he let out a breath, hand raising to run through his hair while his gaze pulled away from the computer screens to focus on where you stood.
The sharpness of them softening a little at the sight of Mayday's bright smile as well as the way you held the girl.
âCome on Miguel, itâll just be this once.â Shifting Mayday into your hands you held her out towards the man bringing her back so that her face was right beside your own. âAnd how can you say no to these faces?â
Taking in a breath he observed the way you puffed out your cheeks, lips pursing out a bit all the while Mayday outstretched her arms- trying to grab at him.
âFine. Lyla, save the progress and close up the computers.â
âRoger that boss.â
Waiting for the screens to close down Miguel let out yet another sigh, hand motioning towards you and Mayday. âCome on.â
Following right away a victorious smile couldnât help but cross your lips, something the small girl right away took note of by patting your cheek with her little palm.
She was so cute.
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Having brought Mayday back to yours and Miguel's shared apartment you right away brought out some drawing supplies- or well more like a few highlighters and pens that the small girl seemed entertained enough with.
Standing over the kitchen sink to wash a few of the dishes youâd used to give Mayday a snack, your gaze moved toward Miguel. The man having been leaning against the counter on the opposite side of where you were, head tilted to the side and attention focused on the small redhead.
âGo and sit down with her.â
At the soft call of your voice, his head turned in order to face you, the hardened expression he typically wore cracking the slightest bit. âWhat?â
âGo sit down with her and draw or play a game, something like that.â
Wanting to object right away at what you were implying the look youâd given him merely drew out a defeated sigh, his arms falling from the counter and with heavy steps, he neared the table planting himself into the seat across from hers.
After a minute or two of sitting with her, you noticed how he spoke to the child; soft and almost playful, a pencil had been clasped between his fingers as the redhead had convinced him to draw her a cat.
It warmed your heart to see Miguel like this, you two had been together for quite some time now but you knew how much he hesitated about being around Peter's daughter- that much was clear from day one. Although despite that hesitance he never seemed to let her fall, let her hurt herself, etcetera.
It was most certainly the paternal instinct he had tried to suppress.
You found it endearing.
Getting pulled out of your thoughts by a gentle tug at your pant leg you turned off the sink, eyes trailing down towards the little girl who called for your attention.
Smiling gently down at her you noted how her hands were smudged with pencil lead, a soft laugh leaving you as you leaned down to pick her up. âYour hands are all dirty.â Musing that out you turned the water back of softly pulling her hands into the stream where you then gently washed her hands.
Coming back from the table himself Miguel watched what you were doing, a soft smile gracing his lips as he held his own hands up. âMy hands are dirty, can you wash them too?â He laughed at the comment, some more following as youâd taken Mayday's hand using it to splash some water at him.
Mayday giggled at this, the little girl practically bouncing in place within your hold.
So cute.
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âYou suck at braiding hair.â
An offended gasp left your lips at Miguel's comment, hear tilting over the couch to face where he leaned over the back of it, hand under his chin and a slight quirk to his lips.
âYouâre so mean, why donât you do her hair then? Huh?â Having Mayday currently sitting in front of you, you gestured with the hairbrush toward the girl's unruly red locks. Her childish giggles filled the room quickly upon being raised into the air being handed towards your partner as he rounded the couch.
âFine, I will,â Taking her from your hands he sat down much like you had, lips still curled into a small smile as he spoke confidently. âWatch and learn Hermosa.â
Rolling your eyes at the comment you took his previous place leaning over the couch, eyes watching the way he occasionally brushed Mayday's hair back parting it into two sections. It seemed almost routinely how he worked so effortlessly with her hair, making sure he kept her small hands busy with a scrunchie.
Two neat French braids curled down the girl's head, some small hair clips youâd found around the apartment dotting her hair as well.
âSee? What did I tell you.â Leaning back against the couch Miguel stared up at you, his gaze was warm, lips still curled into a gentle smile upon seeing how you reflected the look.
âFine fine. You did a good job, Miguel,â Leaning forward a little you have the tip of his nose a quick peck seeing as that was all you could reach. âMaybe I should get you to do my hair one of these days.â
He smiled triumphantly at that, head returning down to the girl sitting before him, hands coming to lift her off the ground and into the air almost playfully.
Watching from your spot between the kitchen and living room you laughed softly, eyes shining with pure adoration as this was a side of Miguel many- even yourself sometimes- didnât get the opportunity to see.
A tingle in the back of your mind had you gradually moving towards the front door, hand reaching for the handle to swing it open just enough to stop Peterâs hand from knocking.
Holding up a finger for him to remain quiet you brought him into the apartment, the two left in the living room still goofing off until Maydayâs gaze fell upon her dad. The girl squawking out in excitement as Miguel set her down onto the floor.
âThereâs my girl! Did you have fun! Looks like you did, looks like you did! Aw look at your hair too.â Right away beginning to coo at her Peter swiped her off the ground, kissing were peppered across her face in an instant before his attention returned towards the two of you. âThank you guys so much for watching her, I really owe you one.â
Having moved to stand beside Miguel you smiled happily at Peter, âIt was no problem, she was such a delight and if you ever need someone to watch her again Iâm sure we have no problem.â Your hand moved to take Miguels, the man responding with a gentle hum and nod.
Sparing Mayday a final wave you watched the pair leave, your hand faintly tugging away from Miguels before heâd just come to wrap you in a hug; arms bunding around your waist while his chin came to rest on your shoulder.
âGonna miss the little spider-girl?â Questioning him softly you tilted your head to rest it light on his, hand coming up to comb your fingers through his hair.
With a low hum he seemed to nuzzle into you a little, eyes glancing to the side at your expression. âMaybe,â He began swaying a little, fingers rubbing circles into the shirt you wore, âBut this got me thinking.â
âOk, thinking about what?â
âWell,â Pulling away a little to properly look down at you he seemed to think over what he was going to say, mind going a mile a minute. âWhat if, we maybeâŠâ His eyes moved towards the door where Peter and Mayday had left through, the rest of his question being implied.
Staring up at him your lips curved into a smile once again, hopping up onto your tiptoes to peck him on the lips quickly.Â
âWe can try.â
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Miguels a DILF- you can't change my mind.
There's a Problem
(Miguel O'hara x reader)
Synopsis: Miguel is turned into a cat by a villain, Peter and Jess need someone to watch him until they find out how to fix it- this is where you come in, however, they neglect to mention that Miguel is the cat you're now tasked with looking over.
Warnings: None, lack of romance tbh but still kinda cute
âWhatâs the problem? Whereâs the emergency?â Arriving at HQ out of breath and half put together you leaned against the doorway to the meeting room, mask to your costume in hand as you felt there wasnât enough time to put it on.
â(Y/N)! Thank god youâre here.â Peterâs robe-clad form right away came over to greet you, the man's arm moving behind your shoulder to bring you farther into the room. âWe had er- a little problem.â
Raising a brow you side-eyed him, gaze briefly spotting Jess also occupying the room, the woman's arms folded as her head shook from side to side in some sort of impatiens.
âProblem? What do you mean by problem? I thought there was an emergency.â
âWell I mean itâs kind of an-â âWe need you to look after something for a bit,â Cutting the man off Jess spoke, the woman's loud voice quickly cutting through the air as sheâd rounded a table. âThink of it like a mission.â
âAlright,â Somewhat following along you watched the woman with a skeptical stare. âWhat do you need me to do?â
She seemed the finally pause, her form kneeling a bit in order to pull something out from underneath the table. âWe need you to watch him for a bit.â Rising back up she seemed to hold out a cat?
The fluffy brown feline seemed more than displeased with being held, itâs equally as fluffy tail swishing back and forth angrily.
âA cat? You need me to watch a cat?â Knitting your brows together you watched the two respond with a nod, the animal being placed back onto the floor where it begrudgingly trotted over occupying the empty space in front of you.
âYes well,â Peter paused upon feeling the intense stare Jess had given him, the man releasing a laugh. âYeah, we need you to watch him, very important and whatnot.â
Blinking while trying to process what was being said you sucked in a breath letting out a sigh; kneeling down you held out a hand towards the cat trying to beckon it over. âDoes it have a name?â
âMig-â âHis names Mog.â Cutting Peter off Jess nodded her head. âWeâll pick him up later, but until then we just need someone we trust to look after him.â
You thought it was strange how they both spoke about the feline and how they chose you out of everyone to watch said feline, seemed a bit fishy. âCouldnât you have gotten one of the others to watch him?â
Peterâs hand came quickly to rest on your shoulder. âMiguel trusts you and therefore thats why we figured youâd be the best choice.â Turning his head a bit he added on quietly so that only you could hear. âAnd we all know how you li-â
âOk ok, Iâll take care of the cat.â Shoving the brunette away you let out a huff. âJeez canât tell you people anything.âÂ
âYouâre a saint.â
Rolling your eyes you moved to pick up the cat, your hands coming to wrap around it despite how reluctant it seemed. âYeah yeah whatever.â Shaking your head once more you turned to head out of the office, cat in hand as you muttered to yourself. âBasically blackmail.â
âThey so owe me.â
Taking a moment to see that the cat had a mere daypass wrapped around itâs neck like a collar you made the decision to just bring it back to your apartment. The animal seeming less tense once youâd made it out of HQ however it still refused to leave the spot on your couch that youâd sat him on.
Youâve had cats a few times growing up, however, this one just felt different from any cat youâd met.
âYou are- certainly something Mog.â Finding yourself kneeling before him to stare into his little face your eyes took in the strange colour of his eyes, the brown colour was mainly present however near the center it seemed to become a ruby hue.
Pointing a finger towards the cat you held it up to him, trying to see if heâd rub into it like any other cat- however, he just raised a paw to push your hand away, tail flicking back and forth.
After a few more failed attempts to coax the cat into doing cat like things, youâd inevitably given up. Hand raising to rub the bridge of your nose as youâd mindlessly flicked on the TV to some random channel.
It was beyond your comprehension as to why Jess and Peter had a cat in HQ appart from spider-cat, and to ask you to watch it nonetheless?
Wild.
Figuring youâd leave the cat to do his own thing you trailed into your room, falling face first onto the bed intent on the possability of taking a nap.
Remaining on the couch for a few minutes the felines gaze trailed around the room, little knick knacks and picture frames littered the small space, as did a random assortment of blankets. There was the smell of vanilla in the air, presumably from a wax warmer however heâd also noted how you carried that scent as well.
Hopping off the couch he crept towards the rest of the room, eyes taking in the rest of the apartment as well as the little things that seemed to make it unique. Stupid little stickers were stuck in random places and he could tell some of the posted noted stuck to the fridge were from the youth of the spider society.
You did like to take care of everyone.
Taking a moment to stare at each note he eventually trotted towards where he assumed your room was, the curtains had been closed leaving only a sliver of sunlight to shine in.
Finding that the room was just as decorated as the rest of the apartment he moved towards the desk, the newfound cat agility making it easier to hop onto the surface. Gaze right away moving towards a turned off laptop.
He shouldnât.
But, heâs good at keeping secrets soâŠ
With the tap of a paw on the trackpad the device lit up, no password seemed to inhibit anyone from accessing the device which was both a good thing and bad thing. Good in that he didnât need a password but bad because anyone could access it and see the photos youâd used as your wallpaper- each having a different member of the spider society.
Somehow navigating the mouse he tapped a few things opening up one of the photos, the title of it being âthe lomlâ.
What did loml mean?
Sitting there for a good few minutes he gave up, attention moving to some more photos youâd taken, each having similar labels.
A disgruntled growl left the feline, his paws nearing the edge of the desk where heâd leaped from landing on the bed with a silent thump. Each paw moved with careful precision as he neared where your face was, a series of meows with the intent to wake you up leaving him.
Cracking your eyes open at the sound you let out a low groan, âDidnât like what was on TV?â sarcastically asking that Mog merely meowed once more, his little snout jutting afterwards towards where your computer was.
Squinting a little bit to note what he was trying to get at you glanced towards the cat once more- there was something certainly strange about this particular brown cat. Your spider senses have been off the hook since leaving HQ however you just figured this is why a normal person couldnât just take him in.
Sitting up you rose up from the bed, hands pulling out the chair tucked beneath your desk all the while Mog trailed over as well, the feline popping up onto your thigh quickly to peer over the surface.
âDid you open some stuff?â Tiling your head down while asking that you shook the thought away, reminding yourself that a cat couldnât talk.Â
Brown and red hues stared up at you almost innocently, a sort of expectation followed after as though he were asking you what was going on on the screen.
Shifting to sit more comfortably you raised a hand pointing towards the screen, âThis oneâs me,â You pointed towards the left side, âAnd this one is Miguel.â Your hand trailed to the right towards where the less than enthusiastic man stood. âHe looks really crabby but he can be nice when he wants to.â
Glancing down you took note of how the catâs whiskers twitched at your answer, dual-toned gaze returning towards the desk where he then hopped onto, head rubbing the corner of the screen where the title of the document rested.
âSometimes I think he carries too much.â Mindlessly musing that out you let out an airy laugh, the cat's attention seemingly solely focused on you now, as if trying to get you to continue with that train of thought.
Which you did.
âI know heâs got it rough, but I mean- I just donât think anyone should deal with that alone- right?â You stared at the brown animal almost expectantly, hand coming to brush through your hair quickly. âI guess they say animals are the best listeners.â
Taking in your words he let out a trilling noise, stepping towards the edge of the desk where he seemingly nodded his head up and down.
Reaching out a part of you felt happy when Mog had let you gently pet his head, fingers scratching the side of his face softly.
âYouâre so cute.â Cooing softly you continued to pet the cat only pausing once you felt that it was enough, you couldnât afford to get attached to the animal knowing that Jess or Peter would be dropping by later in the evening to pick him back up.
Perking up a little Mog turned his head towards something shiny off to the side, his tail swishing back and forth as he tried to figure out what exactly was wrapped around one of the many water bottles scattered around your room.
Noting where he was looking you let out a soft laugh, body rising from the chair in order to bring the bottle over taking off the item of interest.
It was a bracelet.
âMade this for someone but I donât think heâd want it,â Taking the bracelet off the bottle you held it in your hand to show Mog, âHeâd not really the accessory type.â
There was a sort of bitterness to your words; there were many occasions that youâd tried to get in the good graces of the leader of the Spider-society, and despite the insistence from Peter that you were liked- it didnât quite feel that way.
âWhatever though, here let's hide that day pass for now.â Making sure that the bracelet wasnât too small or too big you slid it over Mogs face happy that he seemed to let you, the item now sitting neatly around his neck. âSo handsome.â Cooing once again a smile gradually broke out among your face.
Taking in your expression Mog let out a churr, the noise causing your smile to widen.
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â-and then Hobi and I got stuck on the train, honestly have no clue what happened after that but the mission ended pretty quick. Heâs not great with damage control though so we got an earful back at HQ.â Finishing your story absentmindedly you continued moving throughout the kitchen.
Yourself and Mog having migrated there after lingering in your room a while longer.
âOh my god and Miguel- so we were both like absolutely coated in mud and whatnot and didnât think about the mess it'd track in- so he absolutely reamed us out.â You laughed briefly at the memory lips curling up into a smile. âAlthough I do think Hobi got the brunt of the scolding.â
Taking a moment you thought back to that day, recalling how youâd been able to avoid most of the yelling and instead were told to just go and clean up.
Maybe Peter was right to some extent.
With a sigh you paused whatever you were doing, arms folding over one another as you leaned onto the counter that Mog sat on.
âYouâre a good listener.â Turning your head to the feline you extended a hand finding that he allowed you to pet the back of his head once again.
Taking a moment you turned, both hands coming to squish Mogs little face pressing a quick peck to the top of his head. âIf Jess and Peter werenât coming to get you Iâd a hundred percent just take you in.â
At the mention of leaving Mog let out a huff, his tail swishing back and forth as though he himself didnât want to leave.
It was homey here, you were homey.
Deciding that you werenât hungry anymore, youâd moved to scoop the cat off the counter, holding him within your arms much like how one would hold a baby.
âLetâs go watch some Netflix or something- they updated black mirror.â
â-
The quiet atmosphere of your apartment was interrupted briefly as an orange glowing portal illuminated the room, Peterâs form stepping out.
â(Y/N)? Iâm here to pick up the cat.â Calling out into the apartment the man let out a sigh upon hearing no response, slipper-clad feet scuffling across the floor towards the open doorway at the end of the hall. â(Y/N)?â
Hesitantly peeking into the room the man let out a soft laugh, his eyes took in the way you and the cat sat.
Your laptop had been sat on the covers in front of you, all the while you laid on your side, one hand resting over the brown feline as he himself curled up comfortably.
âKnew it.â Holding himself back from fist pumping the air he trailed towards the two, hand reaching over you in order to poke the sleeping feline.
A low Murr left him before he rose his small head, eyes landing on Peter.
âCome on, we gotta go.â
Almost reluctantly slipping out from beneath your hand the cat gave a short stretch inevitably leaving with Peter.
It was a few hours later that youâd begun to stir, the feeling of something heavy sitting along the edge of the bed barely registering in your mind.
Rubbing your eyes with a yawn youâd sat up, joints cracking in response.
âSleep well?â
Jumping at the voice your head snapped around, eyes landing on the corner of your bed where the form of Miguel surprisingly leaned on.
The head of his suit was deactivated leaving his face readable.
âYeah yeah, it was good- er what are you doing here?â Having stood up from the bed trying to make yourself a little more presentable a sheepish smile crept across your face. Your eyes briefly flickered around the room in search of a certain feline.
âJust wanted to give my thanks.â
Blinking in response to what he was saying you opened your mouth to question the statement, pausing once heâd raised a hand to display his wrist.
A bracelet was wrapped around the blue and red suit, the bracelet youâd put on Mog.
Wait.
âHold on- you,â Pointing a finger at the man you pieced your thoughts together; Jess and Peter keeping this hush-hush, you being tasked with pet sitting, the cat having the same striking pair of eyes that Miguel did-Â
You were so dumb.
âLetâs just keep that between the four of us,â Noting how youâd pieced things together he let out a hum, head shaking from side to side a little in a sort of amusement.
Running the palms of your hands down your face the tips of your ears burned, your form face plant back into the bed with a muffled groan.
Head popping up briefly to speak, âCan we also forget the last few hours? For humilityâs sake?â
At the mention of that, the edges of his lips quirked up head tilting back to regard you with a teasing smile. âWhy? Am I not handsome anymore?â He couldnât help himself in commenting that, the man chuckling softly as more groans arose from you.
Deciding to continue on he leaned over a bit hovering above where your head was, âNot cute? No more praise for being a good listener?â At the sound of you muttering something incoherent he couldnât help but grin, eyes taking in the way you hid yourself.
Moving so that he could kneel on the floor at the foot of your bed his hands reached out to press against the sides of your face pulling it out from within the covers, an obvious embarrassed look covered your face.
âReally though, you could say this wasâŠeye opening.â Resting his chin onto the covers he stared into your eyes, a genuine look of gratitude crossing his features followed by a hum. âHowever I do disagree with being crabby- I like to think I'm more work-oriented,â Taking a moment to think he added on, thumbs both coming to brush against your cheeks. âBut, maybe I do have too much on my plate.â
Giving your face a gentle squeeze he pulled back, hands moving to rest against his hips as a new question dawned on him.
âNow answer me this, what does loml mean and why did you label all our photos with that?â
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Anyways this idea was from one of my Instagram mutuals so if it's ass- blame them
My lack of ability to draw is the reason I haven't created a Spider-person yet </3
My little Moth
(Yandere Miguel O'Hara x Moth!Reader)
Synopsis: When someone is a mix between two species- who's to say things can't go awry? You certainly didn't expect this city to have, spiders.
Warnings: Stalking, Obsessive behaviour, Breaking and entering, Non-consensual touching, Biting, Use of paralytic agent (Tee hee), Non-consensual drugging (Near the end), Idk maybe more but I forgot
Father's Day HC
Miguel OâHara as a father HC
Warnings: None, just wanted to write the Dilf being a dad
Absolutely the first to arrive at the soccer meet- might even be the coach if his kid really wanted that but otherwise heâs there to cheer them on
Ended up picking up whatever sport of hobby they're into so that he can teach or just enjoy something with themÂ
Heâs not very good at doing long hair but he took some time to Google and watch videos to practice (might even go to a hair salon and ask them- but thatâs if he was desperate)
Mad barbecuing skills- this man is an absolute god
Expect the best birthday parties ever (Heâd take the upmost care into decorating things exactly how his kid wants it)
Head pats for praise (I love him)
Uses the bunny method for teaching his kid how to tie their shoes
A king at doing character voices when reading bedtime stories
Probably tickle attacks his kid
Peppers their face in goodnight kisses
Will check under the bed for monstersÂ
Heâs more than happy to help build or play with toys as long as his kids happyÂ
Always has snacks and a kool aid pouch on him
Keeps a picture of his kid in his walletÂ
Has a handshake with them (that he forgets occasionally but plays it off as changing things up)
Heâs low key a helicopter dad but from a distanceÂ
Would absolutely commit murder for his child (đ)
His way of comforting his upset child is to hug them and sway lightly while rubbing their back
The type of dad that would spray his kid with the hose when watering the lawn
Also the type of dad to blow you away with the leaf blower
Overall Dilf- all the single women in the neighborhood have their eye on him (me Iâm single women)
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I love Miguel Sm it's a condition at this point
The Real World
(Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader)
Synopsis: Earth 1218, a place where superheroes and supervillains were nothing but mere fiction- however with the current rise in multidimensional travel- who's to say someone can't get stuck in another place?
Warnings: None, maybe bad writing again Idk
Like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun (I wanted to write a Miguel x reader oneshot but it's turning into a slow burn)