A/N: my first shot at the spot lets gooo. I’m sure this idea may have been done before, but the idea wouldn’t leave my mind as I imagined what it must be for Jon’s significant other to realize what he’s become when he tries to reach out after the incident, so here’s my take on it! It has been about 3-4 weeks since I’ve seen the film so sorry for any ooc-ness, I tried to stay true to his awkward, quirky, dorkiness though.
Trigger Warning: none
Word Count: 907
Miguel did not know when he fell for you, but he sure as hell knew when he realized.
this is a bonus to my miguel trilogy, but it can be read alone.
"How many times do I have to tell you to follow my orders and nothing but my orders," Miguel yelled at the blonde teen as the portal behind him closed.
A mission had just been completed, but not in the way he wanted it to be.
"You ran directly into the line of fire. Do you know what catastrophes could have happened if you died in a universe that isn't your own?" He began to bare his teeth, sulking towards Gwen with fire in his eyes and she began to back away slowly.
"But there were people in the line of fire," Gwen tried to defend herself, gesturing wildly as she spoke.
"You said-," she tried to go into detail, movements becoming a bit more frantic, but she froze when she was cut-off.
"I said you follow my orders," Miguel said, voice just becoming more intense at what he claimed to be backtalk
"I knew they were there, all you had to do was wait for my signal," he said as he turned to his next victim.
"And you," he glares at Miles, who begins to shrink beneath his gaze.
"It's bad enough that she disobeys me. You just have to go and follow her don't you lover-boy?"
And now we do the second option in the poll.
For the first time, you save Miguel during a mission and get injured, and he’s not happy with you in the slightest.
Warning(s): Violence, blood, hurt/comfort, trauma
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“Miguel!” the sound of your voice reached his ears only a split second before your body crashed into his violently, “Move!”
You were smaller than him but, despite that fact, had used enough force that your collision knocked him off balance and he stumbled away with a growl. He was confused, whipping around to eye you angrily. It wasn’t like you to be so reckless in the middle of a fight and Miguel should have known that there was a reason but his first reaction had been to shout at you.
“Hey! Watch-”
His voice died off in the back of his throat when he saw you, now standing where he previously was, with wide eyes filled to the brim with concern. For him. In the time it took him to register your emotions the weapon of the split anomaly you’d been fighting collided into your body and sent you flying through the air with a pained scream. He winced at the sound of your body smacking unceremoniously into the wall, bouncing off and into the banisters of the warehouse, descending to the floor with repeated thuds.
You didn’t even have time to sense the pain in the first hit. It had been hard enough to knock you unconscious. Miguel yelled your name, Spider name that is, before diving out of the way of a second attack. He seethed behind his mask. Thanks to you, he now had two things to focus on. Stopping the anomaly and keeping you from being hurt worse.
The anomaly had split from two into three when his attention had shifted. One copy moved toward you, the other two toward Miguel, and he struggled to decide what move was best. Though, it confused him as to why he was stuck. The obvious choice should have been stopping the anomaly but, for whatever reason that he couldn’t figure out, he worried about you. The mission was the important part.
Why was he so focused on you?
Miguel’s web shot out, an orange streak in the darkness of the room, and snatched the back of the anomaly stalking in your direction. He yanked on it roughly forcing it to topple over. He leapt to the side and swung his fist out into one of the copies. The blade on his forearm tore into its stomach forcing it to fade into nothing. He needed to find the original if he wanted to end the mission and get you back to headquarters.
Two more copies formed out of nowhere and Miguel had to throw himself back, balancing awkwardly on a crate, and analyze his situation before advancing. At the rate it was multiplying he wouldn’t find the real one in time. He bared his fangs and talons and launched himself at the one that was eyeing you sideways.
He swiped at it wildly, landing square against its torso, talons digging in and causing it to vanish like the others. Bouncing from anomaly to anomaly, the man showed no mercy in his attacks but no matter how many he took out there were always more. His watch was busted and yours wasn’t accessible at the moment which meant he couldn’t call for backup. There was really only one option.
Miguel webbed himself across the warehouse and landed softly next to your unmoving form.
“Alright idiot we gotta go,” he grumbled, hooking his arms under your frame and lifting you up.
He bolted through a doorway, gritting his teeth at the pain that spread through his body when his shoulder hit the door, and kicked it shut violently. He sat your body down against the stone and scanned the environment. A metal pipe laid a few feet away and he shot a web to it, racing back to the door the second it snapped into his grasp, and stuck it between the bars of the door. With his strength it was beyond easy to bend the pipe over to form a makeshift lock.
Miguel groaned, knocking his forehead against the door. Now he was going to have to tag the anomaly and come back at a later date. Which was beyond dangerous for the multiverse but he could only hope he’d stop it in time. His mask peeled away and his head turned, hair snagging on the crack between the two doors. You were completely motionless apart from your chest rising and falling as you breathed.
The man backed away from the door and wandered over to your side, crouching down and lifting your head up gently. He gripped the top of your mask and tugged it off in a swift movement. Your face was bloody and bruised.
“You better not have a concussion,” he said.
Miguel used his thumb to lift one of your eyelids, watching to see if your pupil reacted to the small amount of light in the room, though it would be more accurate with a flashlight. He decided it wasn’t worth the trouble and released your face, dropping down onto the ground and tugging your head into his lap. He brushed a thumb over your cheek.
“Shouldn’t have brought you along,” he muttered, “you’re just a distraction.”
He didn’t really know where his words were coming from or why he was so hung up on you instead of his work. It wasn’t like him at all.
“Please be okay.”
After that, Miguel didn’t take you with him, actually, he didn’t send you on any missions at all. He put you on what was essentially desk duty, only giving you busy work or not even calling you in. It was punishment for acting to recklessly and though you had an argument with him about it he seemed set on his decision. He was beyond angry at you for what you’d done.
His exact words had been, “you behaved in a manner that led to the anomaly getting away. I won’t tolerate that kind of reckless abandon when we have such an important job.”
At first you went with his unnecessary order. Taking it as a time to heal up. But then it just kept happening. Everytime you entered headquarters he would either send you home or give you random paperwork to file. What made it worse was that you never got any other explanation than the same old repeated sentence.
You knew how important protecting the multiverse was to Miguel but it felt like an excuse. Soon enough you started to pick up on what was actually happening. Miguel didn’t have to say it but Peter B was easy to get confirmation out of. All you had to do was promise to watch Mayday for his and Mary Jane’s next date night and he spilled.
“He’s not great with people protecting him. He feels like it’s his job to to that with others,” Peter explained, cramming down a sandwich in the mess hall while you held his sleeping daughter in your lap.
“Elaborate?” You coerced.
“Well,” Peter glanced around the hall to see which spider people were near, deciphering whether it was okay for them to hear it, most were out apart from Hobie and Gwen having a conversation in the corner, “Ever since he lost Gabbi he feels a duty to keep people safe. It’s one of the reasons he hates calling for backup, other than his pride of course.”
Hobie huffed out a laugh from where he sat, clearly not at whatever Gwen was saying, and you hummed.
“He’s closing you off from work as a coping mechanism. Someone getting hurt for his sake makes him get all weird,” Peter crumbled up his burger wrapper and tossed it on the tray, “give him time.”
“So he’s mad at me because… I protected him?”
Peter paused halfway through standing from his chair and brushing his robe off.
“Kinda? I haven’t seen him go so extreme with it before. It must have triggered his trauma pretty bad,” he said.
You passed Mayday to him across the table and he wormed her into the carrier managing to not wake her up.
“Thanks Peter.”
You spent the next few days thinking about what he’d said. Only after the next time he gave you his excuse did you let yourself snap back at him. Maybe it was wrong knowing the reason. But you couldn’t take it anymore. Being sidelined for doing nothing wrong made you feel… itchy. You wanted to get back out and help with the anomalies.
“-that kind of-”
“Reckless abandon I know.”
Miguel eyed you from his descending platform, trying to ignore Peter B and Jess at your side for their own missions. You yanked your mask off aggressively and stepped towards him.
“Damn it Miguel. I’m sick of being on desk duty,” you complained.
He was a little taken back by your forwardness but didn’t show it. He kept that poker face, the one he used when things got heated, and his fingers twitched at his side. Your injuries had healed up nicely and seeing your face free of blood and bruises was nice for him.
“That’s too damn bad,” he spun around to face his screens, giving you a direct cold shoulder that made you burn with rage.
“I get that you’re mad at me-”
“Who said I was mad?”
Peter shuffled awkwardly, hiding his face from the glance Jess gave him.
“You’re pissed off because I saved you,” the sound of your steps bounced off the walls as you wandered up onto his now grounded area, rounding his desk to face him through the translucent screens, “but I shouldn’t be punished for doing my job.”
Miguel felt a pang in his chest. Of course he knew that’s why he had put you under new orders but hearing to vocalized made him feel stronger.
“Your job,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “is to follow orders and stop the anomalies before they destroy the canon.”
You rolled your eyes and slammed your hands down on the desk.
“That’s my job here. My job as a spider comes first,” you said.
A silence filled the room. An extremely tense and uncomfortable one. Peter puffed his cheeks and blew out some excess air hoping this would go well and not result in Miguel saying something he didn’t mean. All bark no bite didn’t always mean no harm.
You watched Miguel’s face for a reaction. Anything to provide you evidence that he was taking in your words and not just letting them filter through his head and out the other side. He blinked, eyes focusing on images on the screen and not your blurry shape, his fingers tapped on the table rapidly. He just wanted you to stay safe. Why didn’t you just listen? And why was he once again more worried about your well being than the multiverse? You were too good to keep off missions and yet…
“A spider’s job is to protect those around them no matter what-”
“I didn’t need protecting-”
“That doesn’t matter!”
Peter took a small step forward in the case that he needed to cut the tension.
“I saved you because I wanted to, Miguel,” you stood up straight, raking a hand over your face, “and I’d do the exact same thing every time.”
Miguel’s tapping stopped.
“I don’t see why I would need to be punished for protecting someone I care about.” You sighed.
Jess let out a little gasp. She wasn’t surprised by the words, everyone knew, but she didn’t expect you to outright say it to his face. Peter however smiled softly.
“And I won’t apologize for saving you,” backing away from the desk you crossed your arms, “I’m not sorry.”
Miguel stared at the unmoving image on his screen, ignoring the way the light pained his sensitive eyes, refusing to speak or look at you. You were clearly angry, practically steaming actually, and you stepped around the desk in an attempt to head to the door. Something in Miguel snapped. He didn’t want you to leave. Your words gave him new meaning.
As soon as you were passed his desk he spun around, snatching the back of your suit with a web, and tugged you backwards. You turned on your heel in time to hit his broad chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly. One hand held your head carefully, fingers scratching mindlessly, and the other gripped your suit in a fist. He hunched over, letting his chin rest on your shoulder, his nose bumping your ear as he practically melted against you.
Your own arms stayed suspended out, parallel to the ground, and your heart raced wildly. Jess and Peter shared a glance.
“I don’t deserve to be saved,” Miguel mumbled, hot breath tickling your ear.
A wave of sadness washed over you. Because you could tell, just with the inflection of his voice, he really believed that.
“Of course you do,” you whispered.
His hold on you tightened.
“In this universe and the next. You deserve to be saved.”
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Word Count ➳❥ 1.2k
(A/n) ➳❥ So, I’ve started watching Game of Thrones… Let’s just say Jon Snow has me in a chokehold. Anyways there are two more books for Miguel O’Hara.
Content Warnings ➳❥ Swearing, animal cruelty, harassment, violence, assault…
⊰ 001 ⊰ YOU’RE HERE « « ⊰ 003 ⊰
003. atsv headcanons ! ★ pre collider jonathon ohnn x reader…
! pt. 2 - post collider hcs. ⁀➷ srcs... masterlist .rules. intro .
| synopsis, ୨♡୧ a little glimpse into your relationship with dr. johnathon ohnn.
★ tags -> gender neutral reader; johnathon ohnn; the spot; fluff; etc...
★ warnings -> cursing; johnathon being a meanie; mentions of trauma & abandonment
★ w.c -> 1,028
| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> earlier a centipede got into my room while i was bopping out to hyperpop. it scared me so much that i was able to leverage the fear into energy for writing.
Noble mention to Prospitdaydream on twitter who gave the idea.
Pov: You’re at a fair and you won a giant animal plushie for the Spot.
You can thank @discmeeds for indulging in my obsession with this guy and encouraging me to post this.
I literally just want to let him talk his feelings out. Basically imagine he just drops in some dimension as he hops around, and actually has a person listen and be kind to him.
Stay Away From Him pt. 2
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Prompt: Miguel has been away on a mission for too long and he comes back different.
A/N: I LOVE YOU GUYS! I am so happy that you guys loved part 1 so much that I knew I had to write some more. 99.99% of everyone asked for fluff, but unfortunately for everyone, I excel in tension and dramatic ass scenes. This scenario literally came to me in my dreams so I had to write it. I'm tagging everyone that left me a message or mentioned they would like a part 2. I hope you guys like it and don't hate me if you don't!
For new readers, welcome! You do not need to read part 1 to understand this part. If you guys hate this part, I will write more and I'll write some fluff to make up for it lol
Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you roll your shoulders and stretch out your muscles. You were inside Miguel’s chamber at your desk where you work. It was quiet there, only a few people were working about but none were talking above hushed whispers. Looking over the top of your monitor to see who was around, you notice that a few people were already looking at you before their glances shot away when you made eye contact with them. You think it was strange but you have been catching weird glances from people for a few weeks now.
Looking over at the empty dais, your heart pangs a little when you are reminded that Miguel isn’t there. It’s been about a month since your incident with Miguel. And every day since then, things have been awkward. Miguel was sending you off to help other people and giving you work that would keep you away for days at a time. He barely said a few words to you and looked at you even less.
A week after the incident happened, a mission came up and Miguel went to handle it. That was 2 weeks ago. It’s been radio silent since then. Jessica assures you that Miguel is checking in with her and everything is fine. She says that she’s been in contact with him and helping him through his mission, but still, that didn’t reassure you. Miguel always went over every mission with you. You always assisted him through every trip. You were his eyes and ears then all of a sudden he doesn’t even want to tell you he’s leaving or where he was going?
You were tempted to ask him not to go but you held your tongue. Ever since Miguel left, you had a bad feeling in your gut but you ignored it. Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to me. That’s fine! If he wants to get all moody and dramatic then fine. He can check in with Jessica then. Have her run around for him. Huffing out a breath again, you refocus on the task you were working on.
Hello, this maybe kinda out of the fiction you always write. But can i ask for some doctor x reader fanfiction? Make it angst please, i will pay for my therapy bills!! 😁😁😁
❱ The first actual request ill cover! I have a few lined up but I wanted to do this one first since I got the idea^^ tysm for the request <3 I hope this is to your liking (●'◡'●) Also if some things don't make sense, I barely know things about hospitals pardon me, I'm 15 and have yet to learn more about such gaahhh this one is pretty long!
ꜝ？ Warning. . angst! mentions of chronic illness,death,and such. ﹟paring | doctor Miguel x patient reader
➴ SYNOPSIS — You suffer from an illness without a cure, and your doctor Miguel tries hard to fasten the pace of formulating that cure. Time is not in your favor, you have one wish and it's to see the ocean for the last time. Along with your goodbyes, he revealed a confession.
MIGUEL whos wrapped around your pretty little finger.
he adores you, he would do anything for you. he loves you. and you knew it, he was smitten with you. no matter how sarcastic or how hard he was on the outside he would always break down those walls for you. his princesa, even if he thought he wasn’t obvious with it he was. the spider society could tell, everyone could tell.
“you’d better hope his wife comes and saves your asses” jessica said, sighing deeply. miles and gwen had fucked up big time, and there was practically no hope other than you coming to their rescue. “mhm you’d better start praying cus’ if she doesn't well uh, just hope you see tomorrow” peter whispered. “do you know what the hell you did?! do you know how much you jeopardized our mission?!” miguel seethed, irritably. "you." he turned and pointed his finger in miles's face. " i may have let you in our mission but that doesn't mean you can disobey orders." he seethed, his eyebrows furrowed. miles's could only hope and pray that she would show up.
"miguel? amor, i brought you lunch!" a bubbly voice snapped the group out of their train of thought. a sweet looking woman stood at the door, dressed in casual clothes. "what's going on?" she sighed looking at the group and miguel. "oh nothing don't worry" miguel said, awkwardly. "come here, i want to see you. i know that you just went on a mission lemme check you out" she said motioning him to come over to him. as he walked towards her, she mouthed to the group "go". and with that they scrambled off.
@AISAISAIS 2023, DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST.
𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.
𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader
𓂅 𓄹 Warnings: Warnings: Mention of childbirth. Dad Miguel. Comfort. Fluff.
Happy father’s day to the best of the best!
"For giving me another chance at being a father "
I swear that part broke me...😭
SPIDERHEAD, drabbles ─── send in a thought/headcanon you have about a character and I’ll expand on it in a drabble!
miguel o’hara secretly loves physical affection. like he can act all hard as much as he wants, but that man is putty in your hands once you start playing with his hair🙄🤨
um absolutely yes.
miguel o’hara who acts like a total hardass but is actually super touch deprived and desperately wants you to play with his hair or touch him with your soft, pretty hands at all times. at first he’s too proud to ask you and never does, but you figure him out pretty quickly. how he sighs into your mouth when he’s kissing you and you thread your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. how his head goes all heavy in your hand when you cup his face with your palm. from then on, you make it your mission to be as physically affectionate as you can (without being annoying).
you give him regular massages, because let’s be honest, he works out way too much and also he’s super tense all. the. time. you’ll get him to sit against your legs and you’ll just work away at the knots in his shoulders and upper back and he just melts. he’s all sighs and groans and ‘mhm, right there, baby’, and you’re happy to be his (very unprofessional) masseuse, especially when he’s making such pretty sounds.
and boy does he love it when you play with his hair omg. he’s half asleep against your shoulder after a long day, and you bend your elbow where your arm is curled around his shoulders to twist a lock of his hair around your finger. and since he has the nicest, softest, thickest hair ever, soon enough your fingers are buried in it, and miguel could honestly fall asleep right then and there, it feels so nice.
one time you actually convince him to let you wash his hair and his immediate reaction is that he was not prepared for how amazing it would feel. you’re super gentle and thorough with it too, scrubbing shampoo into his hair until he’s basically got a head full of bubbles, rinsing it out with hot water (scalding hot btw. he likes his showers practically lava type heat), and then conditioning it, too, just as carefully as before. afterwards his hair is the nicest is ever been and miguel is the most relaxed he’s ever been.
also!!! his holy grail is when your hands go exploring while he’s kissing you. he just loves it when your drag them up his chest, when you push your fingers under the collar of his shirt, his pulse racing under your touch. when you slide your hand up to the back of his neck and bury your fingers in his hair, when your hand falls to his waist and dips under his shirt to skim across his bare skin. it’s his absolute favourite thing. like. ever.
A fic where reader plays with Spot/Johnathon's hair pre-collider? (i love his long hair design sm)
⊹ jonathan ohnn x ( gn ) reader !!
⎯ summary ; hair too good to cut ♡
Ꮺ wc ; 407 ꒱꒱
note ✧ at first, i was indifferent about his long hair,,, but it really grew on me !!! it fits him well !!!!
a fic where reader suffers from a physical disability that requires them to use a cane, crutches, and occasionally a wheelchair? love ur writing!! xx
⊹ the spot x ( gn ) reader !!
⎯ summary ; time flies when you're having fun ♡
Ꮺ wc ; 674 ꒱꒱
note ✧ i hope i wrote this well enough ( what a corny summary, ahaha ! /lh ) !! i am glad you enjoy my writing, thank you ^^ n sorry for the wait , tumblr kept deleting my drafts . the tragedy :'^)
tracing hearts and lil messages like "i love you" onto spots skin while cuddling or something >>>
This is his favorite place to be. Your arms around his frame, his head resting against your chest. The two of you are cuddling on the couch, watching some show in the tv. He is barely putting any attention, rather focusing on the soft rise of your chest as you breath, the sound of your heartbeat. Is the prettiest song that he has ever heard. You run your hand up and down his arm, avoiding the little spots that plagues his white paper skin, circle them with the tip of your fingers, making little roads between each other as if it was a game of connect the dots. Some times you run them through the edges, very carefully, very softly and you make him shiver. It is not a bad sensation, you will never do anything to hurt him. When you are content with the small map of the spots of his arms, you trace loving words. He is hardly awake at this point, the warm of your body envolves him and your gently touching is lulling him, however he is awake enough to make out the words you are writing into his skin. Its a chorus of "i love you"s followed by a little parade of hearts. And he knows that, you mean every single one of them.
a/n: huzza! another Miguel x shy!Reader, and a soft one after writing a filthy one not even two days ago (same AU btw)!! I just really needed some comfort piece, and I know some of y’all need some too, so do enjoy, and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
warnings: strong language, light humour & loads of comfort & fluff!
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Imagine Miguel pretending to stir in his sleep when he feels your hand caressing his cheek ever so gently. He tries his hardest not to lean into your delicate touch too hastily, hoping you wouldn’t figure it out and risk you crawling back into your shell out of embarrassment. But boy, do you handle him like the most priceless masterpiece on the planet. He hears you huff a smile, and it takes everything in him not to crack one eye open to greedily take in the very sight of you in your most content.
The day has somewhat fallen in Miguel’s favour, with lesser fuck-ups, more accomplishments and as much as he hated to say or even think about it; necessary mingling. Although it was really just the younger Spideys acting a fool.
Basically, it was all in a day’s work.
He returned to his quarters slightly earlier than usual, and as soon as he went under the covers, light rain began to pitter-patter on the windows.
All he needed to end the night on a high note was you.
Part 4 to A Bad Date and A Late Night Drive
Word Count: 7.5K
A/N: It's a night out for them!!
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Despite Johnathan claiming that it was no trouble to him to pick you up from your apartment, you declined the offer. You needed a moment- several if you were being honest- to compose yourself before your date.
If it can even be called that.
You aren’t entirely sure if that’s what it is. You want it to be, but you also don’t want to get ahead of yourself and expect something.
For now, you get yourself ready, donning the best of your attire and making sure your shoes have no scuff marks on them. You grab at a bag, making sure your keys, wallet, and anything else you consider important is thrown inside. While he mentioned that he would pay, you still need to pay a ride fee and you weren’t going to feel entirely comfortable without at least offering to pay half.
Spritzing yourself in perfume and letting it float in the air, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. You smooth out any wrinkles and clear your throat. There’s a nervous bubbling in your stomach, and acid creeps in your throat, and you worry about whether he’ll think you’ll look nice.
You hope he tells you that you look nice.
Your phone buzzes against your desk, a loud noise that makes your bones rattle and nerves worsen. You reach for it, half-hoping that the date was canceled, and the other half, hoping that he’s near the restaurant.
It’s the latter.
Your grin stretches, and you tap your heels against the floor, energy burning in you. The phone buzzes again and you check it eagerly, your spirit dampened slightly when it’s the ride share application letting you know that your driver is already here. Gasping, you look into your purse, doing one quick lookover. Your hands slam against the wall, turning off the light switches as you rush out of your home, racing down and wrinkling your outfit all over again.
The window of a car lowers and you ask the driver for their name, and with a smile, you nod to yourself, slipping into the backseat. It doesn’t take long until a conversation is formed about the status of whether this is a date or not.
I want eat your writing! It's soo good.
