miguel with a hyperfem gf !!! the complete opposite of him, sweet, social, and not mention smaller.
SWEET AND SOUR!┊synopsis: the spider society discovers miguel’s sweet little secret
miguel o'hara x hyper!fem gf
none of the spidersociety members could ever in their wildest dreams have guessed that a small, sweet, social butterfly dressed in all pink was the one keeping miguel in line.
gwen, miles, hobie and patvir had all been suspicous of miguel's change in behaviour over the last couple of months. he had started saying please and thank you, rather than just ordering and demanding, his usual glaring and intimidation techniques had dissapeared, and he had actually been caught attempting to smile a few times, the corners of his lips turning up just slightly.
the group had been curious of the cause of miguel's behaviour, was he ill? was he a clone? not even lila knew the answer.
until one day, when hobie overheard a conversation in miguel's office.
"You're so pretty," now hobie wasn't one for eavesdropping, usually nonchalant and uncaring of workplace dramas. however, hobie was caught off guard by the familiar voice of miguel sounding so.. gentle and, loving. rather than his usual gruff, one worded responses.
"So soft, honey."
hobie heard a feminine laugh, no a giggle, from miguel's office.
did miguel have a girl in his office??
did miguel have a life outside of the spider-society??
hobie quickly ushered over gwen, who had seen his odd behaviour and become curious. patvir, miles, and peter quickly joined the group.
hobie carefully peeked his face through the doors, in an attempt to catch a glance at the mystery woman and the miguel imposter.
however, hobie didnt have the change to snoop becuase he was quickly smothered in a hug, arms wrapping around his waist and a comforting, vanilla scent entering his system.
"oh my gosh you must be miggy's friends! i'm y/n!" you pulled away from the hug, pinching him on the cheek in almost a motherly manner.
"would you and you're friends over there like some empanadas? i cooked them myself!" you sing-songed, urging for the rest of the group to enter the room.
"they're my empanadas, i share with you, thats enough," miguel mumbled under his breath in an almost childlike manner.
the group all looked to miguel, their leader, for permission to enter his office. and when you noticed, you quickly scoffed and ushered the group inside.
"oh c'mon, he's tall and all but he's really a big sweetheart, don'tchu worry,"
miguel simply grumbled in response, a blush marring his face.
the group could only stare in shock, was miguel.. blushing.
clearing his throat, miguel quickly grasped control of his emotions, you never failed to make him flustered.
"this is my wife, Y/N."