#miguel o‘hara imagine

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a spider!reader who gives off “sweet girl next door” vibes? she tries to bring miguel cookies with he’s working on something and he scares her, coming off more angry than intended, and ends up dropping them on the floor. (collect groan lmao)

contains minor spoilers to across the spider-verse pt 2

you’d been thinking all day after the whole fiasco of recruiting gwen that miguel needed cheering up.

margo warned you not to, said, ‘he’s a grump. let him grump.’

but you hadn’t been able to take that answer. there was something about miguel that didn’t just scream grump. something seemed tired about him.

so, you tried your hand at baking him something. you’d debated for a long time of chocolate chip cookies or oatmeal cookies were more his style.

you decided on chocolate chip.

you spent two days on them, using a recipe which required brown butter, overnight chilling and a lot of dark chocolate.

you got a lot of flour on you as you baked them, watching them rise and then spread out on the floor of the kitchen.

when they were done you packed them up in a cute purple box you snagged from the cafeteria.

your heart leapt to your throat as you turned down the corner to HQ, hoping that you wouldn’t catch miguel at a bad time.

that hope is decimated when you walk in and find him grumbling to his computer.

“um, miguel?” you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you stand in the archway.

“what? what do you need?” he huffs and you feel some of your momentum dry up.

“i brought something for you, but if you’re busy-“ it appears that was the wrong thing to say.

“of course i’m busy! i’m always busy trying to keep the stupid multi-verse from collapsing. maybe some other time we can chit chat.”

you’d never actually been on the receiving end of miguel’s upset, and maybe this wasn’t exactly for you but his tone and the way his arms are flailing around his body makes you feel small in a way that hasn’t happened for a long time.

“right,” you whisper, managing not to cry as you jolt and the box of cookies fall. “i’m sorry for bothering you.”

miguel watches as you don’t even bend to pick up the box. he watches you turn like you’re being remote controlled and he catches sight of your hands wiping at your eyes.

“great, you’ve made her cry casanova.” lyla appears suddenly, foot tapping in air as her arms cross over her chest.

“so now i’m the bad guy?” he asks, but it’s rhetorical. he feels like the bad guy. guilt and shame burn his throat and belly like he’s downed two tequila shots with no lime or salt.

lyla flits to the box, “she made you cookies.”

miguel sighs, hands scrubbing at his face as he steps off the platform to pick up the box. in your neat cursive he notices you’ve written, ‘a pick me from having to do all the hard stuff.’

he wants to smash something. of course he’d blow up at possibly the nicest spider-woman variant. of course he’d be the asshole to make you cry too.

“where is she?” he asks lyla as he sets the box on the desk and opens it to find the cookies all broken. they smell delicious - something close to that bakery you liked when you’d visited earth-2067 with him on a scouting mission.

you and miguel always make a great team on missions and he hates to admit it but he’s very fond of you and he knows you're fond of him too.

it’s why his chest is aching and he needs to find you. “lyla, where is she?”

“in her room, blasting music and cleaning. give the girl a moment alone before you barge in there and make it worse.”

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had the angstiest thought just now:

imagine having like severe abandonment issues, like you’re used to everyone leaving and it’s no big deal right? wrong, so so fucking wrong because you meet miguel, miguel whose job is all about leaving. leaving during the day, the night- basically any time. that’s not the issue, the issue comes about when your apartment is tense- tense from your work, tense from his work, and miguel in his brash anger says the wrong thing; uses the wrong turn of phrase and then he makes for the door and you’re back to being 7 standing at your front door with tears rolling down your cheeks because your dad left again- he’s been gone for weeks now and your stuffy is wet with tears and your mom can’t console you. miguel leaves and he leaves for weeks too, he doesn’t answer your calls or your texts and it burns your chest at the idea of being tossed away- thrown to the side like that one unwanted toy piece from monopoly. but just like your dad, he comes back, all apologies and sweet words but you’re not a kid anymore, you’re not bought over by the promise of it being a ‘one time thing.’ your stomach aches as you tell miguel, “i’m used to it- the leaving. i just didn’t expect that from you and now i can’t trust that you won’t do it again if we disagree,” and it eats at him. that he’d done the same thing you’d cried to him about when you’d had a nightmare months ago, the same thing he’d promised-no sworn- he’d never do.

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For your celebration could you do the prompt

“trying to pretend that some jokes/comments don't bother them until one just finally goes too far” with either Remus or Miguel Ohara please also congrats !!!

oh oh i’m going with miguel! established-ish relationship

miguel’s way of showing affection as of right now is skewed.

it’s hard for him to be open about his affection so instead of being doting, he pokes fun.

sometimes it’s cute- most times- but right now, not so much.

all day he’d been poking and prodding, making jokes about stuff that usually don’t bother you.

but it’s hard to remain stone faced and impartial when he amps it up a little.

“did you do something new with your hair?” he asks, typing away at his computer as he spares you a glance.

you reach a self-conscious hand to your hair. you had- but you’re not sure how it’ll go.

“yeah?”

miguel hums, “it would look better down.”

it’s not harsh or anything like that, but it’s the straw that ultimately breaks the camel’s back.

“i’m uh,” you pause, taking a deeper breath so you don’t succumb to your tears. “i’m gonna go.”

miguel pauses, his head snapping up as you stuff your books back in your bag and pull out your headphones.

“alma,” he mumbles, reaching for your hand only for you to pull it back. “mírame, por fa?”

you bite your lip as you meet his gaze and miguel frowns.

there’s tears pooling on your waterline and he knows he’s gone too far.

“i didn’t mean for it to sound like that,” he starts and you nod, wiping away the tears before they fall. “honest.”

you huff and let him pull you to his lap. “you’ve just been at it a lot today.” you say softly and miguel nods.

he feels bad. bad enough that his hands aren’t playful as they hold your waist and pull you closer to him.

“i’m sorry.” he says reverently, forehead pressing to your shoulder. “next time i’m going to far, web my mouth shut.”

you give him a giggle and nod. “i will. promise you i will.”

miguel is grateful for the giggle and the little tease, so much so that his fingers tickle into your side.

“no but seriously, let it down. smells like blood oranges.” you let the claw clip loose and miguel gives you his signature smile- a mix between a flat lipped stare and just a little quirk of the corner of his mouth.

his hands don’t miss a beat before sinking into your hair.

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y’know how miguel is always tired?? well: contains vague spoilers for across the spider-verse this is my first go at him so feel free to send in some thoughts if you want

the man is perpetually sleepy but that doesn’t mean sleep comes easy to him

he takes HOURS to fall asleep

and when he does it’s mostly nightmares

but tonight after patrol and after being banged up pretty good, he lays his head on the bed and barely gets out a

‘ven aca, amor’ before his eyes are droopy and he’s nuzzling his face into the pillow.

he snores! and not the cute soft snores, man sounds like a fuckinn tractor!

but it’s okay because he’s just a tired guy tm

he reaches for you in his sleep but he doesn’t like cuddling all the time!

like most times he just needs at least his pinky hooked in yours and he’s alright!

sometimes, he sleep talks! i have a feeling that this is more so when he’s like uber stressed tho

like the whole miles thing? when he does get some sleep he’s grumbling about ‘find him, he can’t disrupt another canon event’ or ‘parker really fucked up with this one’ or something along those lines