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[ofmonticello]

ao3 writer curse came for me 😐

[youthbled-12]

Happy Father’s Day (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

(Reader is a Gender neutral spider person and an ✨artist✨)

Summary: **You give Miguel a gift for Father’s Day :D

General Content Warnings: Uhhhhh Fluff? Spanish translations using spanishdict (feel free to criticize translations)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN SO LONG- HAVE THIS LITTLE FLUFFY CAR RIDE AND FATHERS DAY BASED STORY TWO DAYS LATE AS A LITTLE GIFT

One car ride. That is what Miguel O’Hara (unwillingly) promised you in exchange for the solo capture of a particularly difficult Green Goblin variant. That’s how you managed to get a startlingly quiet Miguel into your universe, into your hometown, into your car, and into normal civilian clothes.

For the first twenty minutes his tense state made the drive.. uncomfortable, a small tick in your spidey sense which never seemed to subdue. At a red light you began to tap at your radio, trying to find a station to land on, ending up unsatisfied as a horn behind you signaled the change to green. 

A few mumbles and taps on the radio from your passenger later, he finally found something you both could listen to. It took only a few minutes of the meaningless white noise for him to relax (only slightly), and finally your senses calmed, just in time for the exit.

“America’s Favorite Journey.” He sounded skeptical as he read the sign leading up to the Purple Mountain Way. “What have you signed me up for?” The first proper sentence he had spoken to you all day. Glancing his way to respond you note that both his tone and face were laced with annoyance.

“A nice calming drive to get you out of your dark musty office-“

“It’s not musty-“

“Shut-“

“But-“

“SHUT- out of your dark, angsty office-“ 

Your change of words received an unintelligible grumble.

“And into a fresh environment so that maybe you can stop sulking and snapping at everyone. Does that sound acceptable?”

You were once again met with annoyed, almost mocking, mumbling.

“You need to speak up, boss man.”

“Fine! I said fine!” From the corner of your eye you could see him pinching the bridge of his nose before he reached for the buttons embedded into the door, rolling down his window. Your window fell soon after

You let the silence fall upon the two of you again, turning the radio up just a notch so it could still be heard over the wind blowing around the car. His hair was even more beautiful after having the wind ruffle it about.

You each took turns humming or tapping along to different songs you knew, making the simple cruise down the winding two lane road something more enjoyable.

Your peaceful ride was interrupted by whatever no-name radio host was running the station. “Y’all miss me? Hope all you listeners out there are enjoying your Father’s Day, be it as a father or for the fathers in your life, make sure to give-“ The radio host was interrupted by a new random channel, Miguel’s calmed demeanor shattered by the unknowing and unknown man through the radio waves. A few more channel switches later before he landed on another one, leaning back into his seat tense once more.

LYLA, the wonderful AI she is, had given you the full rundown of what had happened to Miguel. His search for a universe with his happy ending. His takeover of his own identity. His daughter. The collapse of the universe. She even showed you the heartbreaking footage.. needed a day to recover after that one.

In turn that meant that many topics were off the table for casual one-on-one discussion. Non-spider-person alternate selves, children, daughters, fatherhood…

That was the reason you had brought him out here. To pull his mind away from the day. Fathers Day. Or at least.. an attempt to make it less shitty.

“You alright over there?” You glance once more to Miguel, who was now staring out the open window at the rolling hills and giant trees. Taking a moment to adjust your driving grip you hold your right hand out to him. An offer of the only small comfort you could give him at this moment.

“I’m fine.” He didn’t even bother to turn to look at you, only doing so after you tap him in the chest a few times, turning to at your hand almost bewildered. “What are you…” 

“Take my hand asshole.” All it took was another vaguely aggressive shake of the hand before he obliged, hesitantly hovering his hand over yours. You waited a moment before properly grabbing it, messaging his knuckles in an attempt to ease some of his tension. A fruitless attempt but not an unwelcome one.

After what felt both like an eternity and a second he pulled his hand away, leaning closer to his door, as if he was yearning to throw himself out of the moving car, stopped only by the knowledge of the steep mountain cliff to his right.

“Miguel.. if you want to-“

“No.”

You were silent for a moment. “Alright.. well. Open the glovebox.” Feeling him turn to look at you, you reached over to roll the windows back up.

“What?”

“I have something for you Miguel. Open the glovebox.”

“Dios mío, ¿por qué estuve de acuerdo?” [My god, why did I agree?] He took a moment to think about it before actually opening the glovebox, finding a small package wrapped in blue wrapping paper. “Seriously?”

“Open it!” You began to slow down near one of the outlook spots, pulling into the small parking lot which belonged to the scenic view, parking notably horrendously, and turning to watch him.

Squinting at you for a moment, eyes asking if he really has to, Miguel sighs and finally opens the gift. 

~~~~~~~~

You had been pouring every single skill you had ever acquired into this work. It had to be perfect, and it had to be done soon.

Somehow, someway you managed to get LYLA to give you one photo of Miguel and his daughter. It took alot of quiet conversations, and promises, and a hell of alot of missions, but you finally got it. After discovering his past you had decided Miguel needed something… different to decorate his dark office. Art. Not just some meaningless color splotches titled with philosophical one liners, but something personal, and this was it.

Almost too invested in the craft, your spidey sense had to notify you to the opening gold portal behind you, giving you barely enough time to hide the image and turn to face the very man you were drawing, his mask dematerializing the second he entered. Exhaustion was etched into all of his features, the dark circles more prominent, his stance more relaxed, his suit glitching in a few places revealing scratches and scrapes.

With a sigh you stood to fetch your first aid kit. “You know you have a med bay for a reason, right?”

Miguel gave a stifled chuckle as he fell back onto your couch, closing his eyes as he attempted to relax, allowing his suit to reveal his injuries, “You stole your aid stuff from them, it's basically the same. Plus they would put me on bedrest.”

“Maybe you need to be.” Sitting beside him you began cleaning and tending to his wounds, squinting in the dim light. “You know you should give me a warning before you just show up. I'm a busy spider.”

“You can sacrifice a few minutes to patch me up, can't you mi vida?” [my life] His head had tilted just enough for him to gaze at you through squinted eyes.

“Of course, I always would but- i have to have at least a little privacy, yeah?” You finished patching up his wounds, gently patting the bandages that had been applied before returning your supplies to their rightful place.

“Como deseas querido.” [As you wish dear] His suit materialized once more, small glitches where the bandages were placed. Once you returned he slowly stood, taking a deep breath as he opened another portal, one which you quickly moved to stand in front of.

“Hell no! Guest bedroom. Now. You need rest.” 

“But-”

“No butts. Guest room. Now. A change of clothes is in the top drawer.”

Miguel smiled a bit, nodding as he slowly trudged down the hallway to a room that had basically become his personal hospital room. He was followed shortly after by you with a few glasses of water and a take out menu. 

The artwork would have to wait for a later date.

~~~~~~~~

That later date had come and gone, and the artwork was now resting in Miguel's hands, in the specially built frame for it which you had made ensuring it was protected on all sides.

Miguel was silent for a long time, staring at the gift. A shaky breath and a few teary eyed blinks he finally looked up to you, a small smile on his face.

“Are you alright?”

Miguel nodded, reaching to grab one of your hands, Pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, accompanied with a whispered “gracias, cariño,” [Thank you, my dear] was enough to tell you how grateful he was.

“Happy fathers day Miguel.” Your grip on his hand tightens as you bring his hand up to reciprocate the back of the hand kiss.

~~~~~~~~

Epilogue One: The large gold portal appearing in the Parker residence was normal, but the individuals exiting it… not so much. 

Of all the people to attend Peter B’s spider person fathers day barbeque, he least expected Miguel O’Hara to show up, although with the sight of you dragging him through the portal, everything made a little more sense. The new arrivals wandered, having small conversations here and there before finally reaching the host. You turned to MJ, whispering something about drinks, or maybe about Mayday, whatever conversation you two were having was interrupted by Miguel speaking to Peter B directly. It was something simple, a little grin and a “Happy Fathers Day.”

The simple declaration made something new shine in Peter B’s eyes as he pulled Miguel in for the tightest hug he could muster. “Happy Fathers Day to you too, bud.”

~~~~~~~~

Epilogue Two:

Jess typically has good timing when it comes to Miguel. At least when it comes to catching him at the perfect time for mission reports. This time, though, she dropped in during his lunch break. Lucky her- she got to explore, and the first place she went was that incredibly slow descending platform.

Upon hunting for the elevator button she happened upon a framed drawing of Miguel and his daughter, and a little handwritten note, definitely not in Miguel's messy scrawl.

“You're doing amazing cariño, you always do.”

A/N: I have not written an x reader in AGES but I had this idea I needed to share. If anyone would like another one feel free to request and ill see what I can do,

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[mybreadsmybutters]

when i was a kid i wanted to be a famous youtuber like dan and phil so that people would gay ship me with my irl best friend and we would be sooo weirded out by it and laugh and make videos joking about it but secretly it would make her realize her repressed gay crush on me and i'd help her through her gay crisis and then we would have a sickeningly sweet sappy romance and read fanfiction about ourselves together... anyways just found out she's married to a guy in the mafia now so i probably don't have a chance

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[ninjasmudge]

last night i had a dream that i was playing minecraft and i noticed i had 77 blocks of cobblestone in one slot instead of it being capped at 64 and it was so jarring to me that it literally booted me out of the dream. like sure you can fly now and your childhood home is a pharmacy but 77 pieces of cobblestone? unthinkable. wake the fuck up.

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[cozymodeonpoint]

senshi fans: learning how to make nutritious meals for themselves

laios fans: down bad

marcille fans: lesbianism

chilchuck fans: putting that man in situations

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[separatist-apologist]

Genuinely, and I mean this kindly, but learning to recognize bait and not engaging with it will change your fandom experience.

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* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

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[cheesy-cheddar-sadness]

text could never portray the scream i wish i could let out

[feelo-fick]

um ok cool thanks for letting me know .... why are you telling me this