All this Miguel O’Hara content 🥵🥵🥵
Genuinely unsure if I’ve submitted this already, I am getting LOST in these fics, but what about a scenario involving that famous upside-down kiss but with Miguel O’Hara??
I’ve had daydreams of Miguel starting to frequent the coffee shop I tend to go to when having some work projects to do- we have some interactions, short chats; “another spreadsheet?” / me forgetting I have my pen in my mouth while typing, “neff-“ *taking pen out* “never underestimate the power of a good spreadsheet”
Just like… flirty friendly strangers. Then somehow ends up in an interaction with spiderman 2099 in that classic rainy upside-down kiss style 😩😮💨🥵
Your fics don’t help my feral obsession for this man and I’m so curious as to what you’d come up with, I neeeeed him 😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨
Not Really Strangers — Miguel O'Hara
🕸synopsis: miguel o'hara gets his very own spiderkiss
🕸genre: fluff
🕸tags: miguel o'hara × reader
🕸a.n: thank you for requesting anon! so fun to write a version of this idea <3 requests are open everyone <3
Working at the Daily Bugle, meant that for most of the time, you had to do work that was not yours.
Your job didn't even include this in the work description when you first applied, you were suppose to be writing articles on what is happening in Nueva York, not making excel sheets of sales and marketing. At first, you did it to fill in for your pregnant co-worker in sales, but ever since she went on maternity leave, your boss, J. Jonah Jameson had designated you the office's sales rep, apparently, without even taking off some of your own work load.
Getting anything done in the office was near impossible nowadays with everyone looming over you, asking if you were done, if the spreadsheets were coming along, if the articles were finished, so you'd dissappear for a couple of hours when the office was at its busiest, taking your laptop and working at the coffeehouse right infront of the building you worked at.
You used to make fun of those who sat at coffee shops, with their big headphones and overpriced drinks, but now you realised how much you actually got done when no one was hanging over your shoulder, asking if you got it done. You've adopted a habit out of going to this café, to the point where you were recognised by the baristas and some of the regulars.
You never really spoke with any of the other regular customers, always gave them a polite wave or just said 'Goodmorning' or 'Have a good one.' depending on the person. None of them made any attempts at speaking with you, so you never really paid them any mind either. They were just familiar faces who made this place feel a little more homely.
Your first encounter with one of the regulars though, was certainly something.
You remember seeing him a couple of times, who wouldn't remember seeing that? Tall man, muscular arms, massive back, soft tufts of blackish brown hair and a brooding look, a nice ass—maybe a little too nice, always wearing that white jacket over any kind of shirt. He'd always come in, order the same coffee, every time.
His voice was queit, he mumbled most of the time and he had a deep, low voice, "One large americano, please." He'd get his drink, sip on it while scrolling through his phone or messing with his watch, then leave. You watched him do this routine one too many times, and one day you caught his name. "One large ameircano for Miguel!"
You never really did anything beyond stare at him, glancing at him between breaks after crunching numbers on your computer. He was just another –attractive– stranger. Nothing too special about him. No need to freak out.
That was until you were holding up the line one day, while looking for your wallet. You were nervously checking all your pockets, getting more and more nervous when you heard the irritation of the customers behind you. You almost had a breakdown when you heard someone walking over, bumping into everyone else. "Sorry—Lo siento—Hello." It was him, him and his...glorious chest and round ass. Him and his stupidly high cheekbones and plump lips. "Add one large americano to that, please. What's the total at?"
"17.75 dollars."
"Tsk, La inflación está afectando todo, ¿eh?"
[Inflation is affecting everything, huh?]
He pulled out his wallet and slid the money over the counter before you could even register. The line moved when the two of you made your way out of it, standing to the side to get your drinks. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that." You said, a blush creeping on your face. He didn't seem like a person who smiled very much, but he gave you a small grin, shaking his head. "Don't mention it. Besides, you really were holding up that line."
You laugh, even though it wasn't all that funny. "I..couldn't find my wallet. That never happens. I think I just left it back at the office. I'll fetch it to pay you back–"
"Oh, no need, my treat. I've wanted to buy you a drink for a while now."
From there, you start talking. You tell him why you became a regular, your hectic office and your demanding boss. He tells you he comes to avoid how hectic it gets too, tells you he works at Alchemax, and you salute him for surviving this long, he tells you it's all thanks to the coffee breaks he gets here and you laugh.
From here on out, you two keep bumping into each other at the coffeeshop. He'd come over and sit with you when it was too crowded, and it slowly became a thing with him, your thing with him. He'd sit at your table, watching you work and occasionally chatting with you, asking how it's going.
"What does a journalist have to do with sales?"
"Tvat—"You took the pen out of your mouth, putting it behind your ear. "—That is what I said!" He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.
"It's cute how irritated you get. Here, let me help you."
Other days, when he seems a little busier, he flashs you one of those smiles of his, and drops a paper bag on the table before leaving, always containing some kind of sugary pastry to keep you going.
"I've got to run today, but make sure you eat well."
"Oh, are you concerned about me?"
"Of course I am, you're my periodista favorito." [Favourite Journalist]
"Spanglish!"
"Give me a break."
When he's on the phone and rushing out, he'd wave and wink, mouthing you a 'Goodluck' as he walked out the door.
And when you were working late, he'd offer to walk you home, saying it's the gentlemanly thing to do.
"That is me.."
"Ah, not so far from work, huh?"
"Not at all. Thank you for walking me."
"Of course, hermosa, wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
"Not with you around."
You didn't see Miguel very often after that, you mentally crused yourself for not asking for his number, but you had to remind yourself, you came here to get work done, to get spreadsheets filled out, to get articles written, not to daydream about a –gloriously handsome– man like its a school crush.
You ended up working over time back at your desk, going home at hours that you should probably be compensated for. Today was just one of those days. Your co-workers had all left, leaving you to lock the office. Once you were done, you exited the building, the cold autumn air flowing through your lungs and the pouring rain dampening your hair. You moved quickly, there were no taxis at this hour, so you pulled your coat closer to your body and made your way down the street. You didn't live too far from where the Daily Bugle was, but with this weather, you much preferred to be in a vehicle.
It was getting a little harder to see, the downpour was getting heavier and your vision was getting blurry. It didn't help how you could hear a pair of footsteps behind you—Make that two pairs of footsteps behind you. This time of night made people of every kind come out of the shadows. You just had to get to your neighbourhood and everything will be fine.
"Oi, sweetcheeks, wait up!"
"We just wanna have a chat, baby, stop walking so damn fast!"
You were practically speeding infront of them, trying to lose them by moving in between buildings. Maybe it wasn't the smartest of decisions, because by the third time, you found yourself met with a dead end. The two men from earlier seemed to have picked up a friend, and the three of them were approaching you in a menacing manner. You saw one of them holding something in his hand, the blade glinted in the pitch darkness. The other two lunged at you, pinning you to the wall. You let out a loud scream and started kicking, but it was to no avail. The armed man stepped closer to you, running his blade across your clothes, with a disgusting grin on his face.
"Gonna be a nice night, eh?"
You moved, kicking him between his legs. He recoiled, taking his time straightening up while his two filthy friends held you back tighter.
"We've got a fiesty one, h—"
A man moved out of the shadows, a familiar blue and red glow following him as he lunged at the perpetrator, knocking the swiss knife from his hand. The two men let you go and launched themselves at him, while the other one struggled to grab his knife from off the ground. Your not-so-unknown hero knocked out the two henchmen, webbing them to each other and kicking them to the side while he swiftly handled the third one. He was fast, incredibly fast, you could hear the man struggle to keep up with him, until he was finally knocked out near his two friends.
You stood mesmerised, staring at his massive back as he stood looming over the three of them. "¿Tu madre no te ha enseñado modales?" He grumbled. He must've felt your gaze, because he looked back at you. Your eyes met his red irsis, as he stood unmasked, the only thing concealing his face was the darkness you stood in.
[Has your mother taught you no manners?]
You took a few steps towards him, and he immediately moved, launching himself up. "Hey, wait!" You ran up to the street, looking up at the roofs of the two buildings you stood between. Behind you, you could hear a ziiiip! and when you turned around, your not-so-friendly masked hero stared at you, hanging upside down.
"Oh my god, hey." You smiled at him, putting your hands on your heart. It felt like was going to jump out of your chest.
"Hey." He replied, "¿Qué es algo bonito como que haces tan tarde en la noche?"
[What's a pretty thing like you doing this late at night?]
His voice sounded like you've heard it before, the way he rolled his r's and that thick spanish accent of his made him feel a little too familiar to you.
"I—I was working late." You replied after a bit, the glow of his suit reflecting in your eyes. "Spreadsheets again?" He asked, and the question made you laugh. "Yeah! My boss needed them finished."
"You shouldn't stay this late out." His tone was authoritative, "Especially all alone. Who knows what would've happened if I wasn't...in the area."
Unknown to you, he wasn't exactly 'in the area', he was making sure you'd get home safe. Just like he did every other night you went home late.
"Usually I have a friend that walks me home, but I haven't seen him in a while." You explain, before nodding. "But you're right. I won't stay this late again."
"Ah, good. Take care of yourself."
"Are you always this concerned about the people you save?"
"Just the pretty ones."
Your skin heated up, and you took a step towards him with a smile. "That's not very fair of you, Mr. Spiderman. I'm a journalist you know, I could hold this against you."
"But you won't." He chuckled, and you tilted your head at his playfulness. "You like me too much."
"My boss doesn't though, writing something negative about you could give me a raise."
"Mm, that's your thanks for saving you?"
You laugh, and move a bit closer to him so your faces were inches apart. A moment of silence fell upon the two of you, as you gently hooked your finger against the fabric of his mask.
"Wait—" One of his big hands wrapped around your wrist, but he quickly removed it, holding on to his red webs instead.
You lowered his mask and set it gently on his sharp nose. You could see his tanned skin glistening with rain droplets, his plump lips were parted and there was a recognisable small scar on his neck, peeking from under the suit. You wrapped your hands around his warm cheeks, and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. They were soft, just like how you imagined they would be. He kissed you back, closing his eyes under the mask, letting himself savour this moment as much as he could. You were ever so gentle, your breath hitched in your throat and your mouth slightly open.
You pulled back after a few minutes, and he leaned forward, not really ready to let go of you. He fought the urges he's been feeling ever since the first time he saw you in the coffeeshop, but if it were up to him, he would've had you kiss him until the two of you were breathless.
"That is my thanks." You replied, taking a step back with a smile on your face. "I'll see you around, right?" You asked, and he nodded. "You will."
You turned your back to him and made your way out to the street, the smile still on your face.
"Oh, and spiderman?"
"Yeah?"
"I didn't tell you about the spreadsheets."
His cheeks flushed as he watched you go, he followed you on the rooftops until he made sure you entered the apartment building safely.
His gizmo beeped, and a notification caught his eye.
Canon Event Completed.
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