#dad miguel o'hara

[tarjapearce]

I’m going to be annoying again, Miguel finally shaving his face after a few days of feeling his prickly stubble while kissing him 😭 now being obsessed how smooth his face is.

Domestic Miguel is fr getting to me more

Imma spank you with a chancla If you call yourself annoying once more 🤨

art by @phreakiez on x/Twitter

As much as you loved to latch your lips against his, the raspy and prickly feeling of his growing stubble was something you certainly didn't enjoy.

Specially when he was between your legs, feasting on you.

"Ow, ow!!!"

He pushed away and quirked an eyebrow at you with a confused face

"That... That stubble's gotta go."

He rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to rub his sandpaper textured cheeks against yours. Earning a squeal from you

"Miguel!!"

Your hands tried to bat him away as he nuzzled your neck and it made you shiver at the strange sensation.

"Ya pues!" (Stop)

He chuckled and pecked your lips softly

"I'll get it shaved."

"Thank you-"

"Can't eat my food if you're not comfortable"

Your lips pouted and your face reddened.

"You're just horny today. Go shave, Papa!"

"For you? Always." He rubbed his cheek on you again, but before you could swat him or squeeze his ass, he ran away towards the bathroom.

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He pat dried his face and then applied a moisturizing lotion. A habit you had rubbed on him. Of course your skin would be smooth thanks to the cares you did for yourself and for him.

There were days where you'd pamper him, despite his initial protests of him not needing such things on his face. But certainly, having you smother his face in kisses and caress him, after a skin care routine worthed every minute under the different treatments.

Your head peeked from the doorframe and giggled at him scrutinizing his face.

"Ooh, Papa looks fresh."

"Quality inspection, please"

Smiling you sauntered over his freshly showered form as hands caressed his smooth cheeks. Instantly granting him to be pulled down for a deep kiss.

"That's so so much better. Yeah." You mumbled as you pecked his lips. His leg reached for the door and kicked it closed, then locked it.

"You're not going anywhere, Mami."

"Oh no, I am trapped!"

You laughed as he pulled you closer to kiss you, enjoying each other completely.

[trash-king18]

miguelxpregnant!reader drabble

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im so sorry but i can just imagine miguel laying his head on his wife’s stomach as he often does to get her to play with his hair because he’s a big baby and after laying down for a second he shoots up looking like he can’t believe something just happened

“ay miguel wtf”

he just shushes you and puts his head back to your stomach and when he looks up at you he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face

“oh my god what is wrong with you”

“mi vida… you’re pregnant”

“..what? no baby im not”

he looks like it’s christmas morning “yes cariño you are”

“how do you know” you’re assuming he was gonna say that he had a feeling

“i can hear it” you look at him like he’s gone insane

“hear what?”

“a heartbeat”

“uh yeah.. mine?”

he rolls his eyes “no.” his hands come to the sides of your waist and he just stares in wonder at your belly

“there’s another one. it’s small but it’s there”

“migs..” you place a hand on his face, you feel bad

“i know you want it to be true but i think i would know if i was over a month pregnant” (heartbeats develop around 35 days)

he just brings your hand down gently still smiling like a madman but then he looks at you very seriously “baby when was your last period”

you think about it for a second. you’ve been literally so wrapped up in work you hadn’t even noticed. your hand comes up to your mouth

“oh my god.”

he’s practically beaming at you but you.. just feel nauseous. “holy shit”

you spring up and run to the bathroom and lock yourself in. you hadn’t told him but you’d stashed a couple tests under the sink. you pulled every single one out and used all three.

he’s outside the bathroom door knocking repeatedly begging you to come out or let him in but you just sit on the floor too scared to look.

“bebe please come out”

“no”

“mi amor i will break this door down”

“don’t you dare”

you heard him sigh and slide down the wall to sit on the floor outside the door.

you wanted this. eventually. you were sure of it but you had expected it to be planned, you weren’t even off the pill yet.

your hands were trembling as you finally picked the test up and flipped the first one over.

and then the second

and then the third.

you sat on the floor a while longer to process. a few minutes later you finally open the door and his head turns to you, face full of concern. you put your hand on his shoulder so he doesn’t get up. you take a shaky breath and hand him the test

he takes it from your hand gently. his eyes widen as he reads it. he looks back up at you. your eyes are puffy you’d clearly been crying but before he can say something like “we have other options” “we don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready” (which is exactly what he was about to say)

you look at him dead serious and threaten “if you baby me or smother me or try to keep me from working i will make you wish you were never born” but he isn’t even listening he just throws the test aside and pulls you down into his arms. you feel his shoulders shudder slightly

“miggy are you crying?”

he sniffles and looks down as you tip his face up with your hands

“aww mi cielo why are you crying”

“i just never thought i’d get another chance”

you wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs gently.

“well i guess we’re gonna have six kids now”

“six?”

“yeah”

he rolls his eyes even as another tear sneaks it’s way down his cheek “the spider teens are not our children”

“really? because we’ve essentially adopted all five of em”

“speak for yourself”

“oh come on migs i know you love em, even hobie”

“no.”

“mmmhm. i think i’m gonna ask him to be the godfather oo or maybe peter b”

his voice is firm but his face is soft and his eyes are still staring at you like you’re a real life angel he shakes his head gently “you will do no such thing cariño”

“don’t tell me you were planning on asking lego spider man”

“i-“

“god the attachment you have to that piece of plastic is concerning”

“don’t disrespect him like that”

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the ending was not planned but it made me giggle and i hope you enjoyed

[ladyelissarose]

‘Reckless’

Summary; Miguel finds out why you’ve been too careless and reckless on missions..

Warnings: an argument between the two- its not to heavy.. mostly hurt/comfort

“Ow-“

You had just flinched your arm away from Miguel when he had grabbed it. You cradled it close to you as he then scolded you firmly, keeping an eye on you as you refused to meet his,

“You lied. It’s not a scratch!! You broke your arm and he almost had your head!!”

You rolled your eyes at his loud words and even scoffed, even though you winced when you tried to put your arm down, trying to show it was ok- which you totally failed at doing. Nonetheless you sighed, annoyance evident in your tone,

“Ok maybe I did! But it’s not that bad-“

With one hand on his waist and the other pointing at you, he snapped,

“You disobeyed orders! You’re making close calls and I don’t like it! Yes we can get hurt on the job, but not like this when you’re making poor choices.”

Feet planted on the ground you tried to keep a steady position and look strong, taking his yelling about safety and all, but in reality you were in pain and felt lightheaded, and slowly you were growing frustrated because of it as Miguel ranted on.

“Come on niña!! (Girl) what’s the matter with you-“

Finally you’ve had enough of his mountain of a man speaking down to you as you were of course shorter… but in his eyes all he saw was you being very careless.

The pain was getting to you, making your emotions swirl out of place, hence why you screamed,

“AND WHAT’S YOUR POINT!?”

Miguel flinched a bit at your unusual behavior with him, but he couldn’t help but let his ego bark back at you with some honesty to wake your head up.

“That you could’ve been killed!! That’s the point! Do you know what kind of problems that would’ve caused? Pain or anything? Cómo puedes ser tan imprudente y no preocuparte por las consecuencias, niña terca?!” (How could you be so reckless and not care about the consequences you stubborn girl!?)

Tears of anger and pain grew in your once sun-shining eyes as you shouted back, trying to reason out your deal,

“Because I have nothing to lose ok!?? Maybe that’s why I don’t care as much!!”

Miguel was about to yell back, but your words caught him off guard. Like if someone sucker punched him.

He didn’t look so bulky or so scary anymore, when he lowered himself onto one knee to get on your level, as he reasoned with curiosity, one hand resting on your good shoulder,

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

His brown eyes showed his genuine concern for you, unlike anyone you’ve known. You wanted to keep tough and play as the fearless Spider-Woman you were, but it was made impossible when Miguel got a hold of your cheek, beckoning you silently to speak up.

So at last, you broke and confessed, like a little girl and no longer like Spider-Woman.

Letting the façades you wore tumble down through your tears, into his large hands that would catch and hold them all.

“Nothing.… that I have no one back at home.. no family to mourn me. Bury me. Cover my graves with flowers. Like if I had to put everything aside and boil it down for me- I’m… alone.”

His lips parted a bit, as his eyes searched yours, trying to find the right words to say.

It had been a while since he’s used good encouraging words while being kind, but suddenly it was like a switch that flipped in him, and almost immediately he found the words, and he patted your cheek gently as he cooed, his anger and disappointment long gone.

“You’re not alone. You have me.. and I’ll never leave you out like that. But even then I won’t ever do such.”

“Like what?”

He shrugged a bit and shyed out with his eyes everywhere but on you, mostly cause of the fear it caused him to think of you six feet under, and he knew it’d be seen on him.

“The burying thingy and all.”

‘Oh so he wouldn’t bury me then? Or what?…’

“Oh.. why?”

Disappointment was heard in your voice, and Miguel was quick to address with his eyes on you this time, wanting to show he meant it with every bone and vain in his body,

“Because Dulce, I wouldn’t ever let you die on me. You’re not allowed to die under my watch, te lo prometo.” (I promise you that.)

Shyness took over you as the realization of your craziness, thinking it was ok to give up everything of you, when you had so much to lose.. so you apologized immediately.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t know what I was thinking-“

“Shh shh sh.”

He shushed you right away, letting you know that it was ok as he added,

“It’s ok now.. you’re safe, alive, and here… No más lágrimas mi amada.” (No more tears my beloved.)

With gentle hands he cradled your face and let his thumbs wipe your tears away, refusing to let them fall.

He now wanted to see you cheered up, so he offered with the best smile he could muster.. if not the only one he showed- but just to you.

“You want ice cream after we leave the med? It’ll help with the fever you got.”

Twinkles were shining in your eyes as you replied with a nod,

“please?”

He chuckled at the sight of joy beaming on you, and he then stood up to his full height and took your good hand in his, leading you out as he responded sweetly, squeezing your hand comfortingly,

“of course Dulce-“

Then with a smirk most likely painted on his face, he added,

“-ven mi shadow.” (Come my)

Miguel knew deep down he had thought the same thoughts once, but with you around and so much more? He’d rather deal with the the weight of the good and bad everyday, then leave empty.

[vosveti]

Miguel O’Hara being a soccer dad (part 1)

[spiderlyla]

you ever seen those videos where its usually the soon to be mom announcing it to their s/o about the pregnancy by giving them a bag and they're all confused when they see a baby onesie and it doesn't click to them at first?

imagine reader giving the news to miguel by handing him a bag and it looks like his suit but in a onesie and she says nothing, just sees how he'll react

Day 4 of Flufftober

pairing: afab!soon-to-be mom! reader × soon-to-be dad! miguel o'hara

lumi's note: hi! sorry if you expected a gn!reader for today, there are requests similar to this one that will have to have the reader as afab/mom, but everything else is gn! hope nobody is bothered <3

the video started with the sound of the phone tumbling to the ground, your voice chanting the words 'nonononono—!' over and over until the phone was picked up off the floor. your face appeared into frame, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed as you set the phone up into place. once you made sure it can stand up on its own, you stepped back.

in the background, your husband was giving you his back, messing with his gizmo on the couch, too concentrated to even notice how you've been setting up the camera for the past few minutes.

you dissappeared off screen for a few second, then reappeared with a black gift box in your hands. you looked at the camera with a smile, and motioned with your hand to 'shush' whoever is watching—as if that would make any difference.

you made your way towards him, standing beside him until he took notice of your presence. he silently put the gizmo beside him, raising a brow. "What is it, cariño?" His voice was low, a hand wrapping around your waist, while the other adjusted the glasses sliding off his nose. "Got you something." You replied, offering the box his way.

"What's the occasion?" He hummed, taking it from you and inspecting it, weighing it and shaking it to try and figure what it might be. "I didn't forget anything, right? I informed LYLA to remind me before hand about significant dates." You giggled and shook your head, "Just open it, you'll see."

He arched a brow, shaking it again. You huffed impatiently and he chuckled, taking his hand off of you to take the lid off. His features turned from amused, to pretty baffled for a moment, as he took out the contents of the box.

"What is this?" He spread the red and blue cloth, eyes widening at the pattern. "What are you—why is it so small!?" He inspected it closely, long fingers tracing the spider symbol at the chest. It was a much, much smaller version of his hologram suit, made of soft cotton fabric, with a little hoodie imitating his mask.

"To fit the baby, honey, why else? Don't tell me you thought it's a onsie for you."

He didn't laugh at your teasing, his eyes widening at your words. He put the onsie down on his lap and the box to his side, then looked up at you. "You're...—You're not messing with me, right?— Dios Mio, amor, how long?" He rest one hand on your side, while placing his palm on your lower stomach. You smiled softly, hand finding his hair, pushing a few strands odd his forehead. "4 weeks now..."

"4 weeks?" He exclaimed, "And you've been cleaning and cooking—You're not doing any of that anymore." You couldn't take him seriously, his stern voice had no effect on you when he was smiling so wide. "I'll make Jessica in charge. Nunca me iré de tu lado, mi sol..." [I'll never leave your side]

You leaned down to kiss him, but he tackled you onto the couch. A loud squeal erupted out of you as Miguel got on top, feeling his lips on your jaw. "Mi amor, Mi vida, Mi todo—" He kept kissing all over your face, making sure not to put his weight on you just for the safety of both you and the baby. Your laughter filled the living room, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your lips on his impatiently.

Miguel let out a few grunts, and your giggles didn't stop, until abruptly, you pushed him off, gasping. Miguel's eyes widened, worried he might've hurt you, "What?" He frowned, furrowing his brows.

"It's still recording!"

You frantically got off the couch, racing to the phone to shut the recording off.

But just before you did, you whispered something that could be easily missed.

"Wouldn't want the baby seeing that—"

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[sillysillygoofygoose]

(Baby) Dad Miguel Headcanons <3

Heyyy... how y'all doing? It's been a minute... I've been mentally recouping after getting bangs 😭 anyways, getting back on my grind with some fluff! MDNI

<3

*soon to be* Dad Miguel who was so excited to give you a baby. Once you two settled down, you began house hunting every weekend, keeping in mind if the house could tend to a growing family... checking how many bedrooms there were, how close it was to the nearest school district, everything.

Your thumb gently flutters over your husband's strong bicep as he walks you through the beautiful home. This was the third open house you had attended this week. Looking for a house brought out the perfectionist in Miguel.

"As you can see, the half bathroom and the attic would need a bit of renovation, but this house is practically spotless otherwise!" The real estate agent sung the highest praises of the house, slightly fudging the truth, hopeful for a buyer.

After a brief walk through, you both thanked the agent and walked to your Ford expedition (a vehicle that you and Miguel picked with transporting your future children in mind). The second you shut the heavy door, Miguel cleared his throat.

"This isn't the one." He declared, pushing the key into the ignition. You scrunch up your eyebrows, turning your body slightly towards him.

"What? Why not? I thought it was pretty nice, no?" Your voice is a slightly higher pitch as you gently question him.

"Did you hear him? There would need to be major renovations done... that's no good for a baby. And did you see how small the yard was? Where are the kids gonna play?" He scoffs, one hand on the wheel, the other slightly rubbing your currently vacant tummy. He refused to settle... only the best for his babies.

*soon to be* Dad Miguel who stayed by your side through the difficulties of getting pregnant. It broke his heart everytime you flipped a pregnancy test and shook your head in defeat.

The cool tile of the bathroom floor grounded you to some degree as you felt your hands shake in anticipation. Miguel rested his heavy head on your shoulder, closing his eyes as the stress began creeping in on him. A deep exhale was shared as a timer quietly beeped, signaling the anxiety-inducing three minutes was finally over.

You lunge to grab the pregnancy test off of the slippery counter, holding onto Miguel's hand.

"Respira hondo, cariño." He reminded you, moving his hand to rub your back. You shakily inhale, looking at him briefly before moving your gaze down to the plastic in you nervous hands.

Negative.

Again.

You immediately feel tears welling up in your eyes, frustration bubbling inside your chest.

"Not this time? That's okay." Miguel's smooth voice comforts your pained heart. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as you lay your head in his lap.

"Don't worry, honey... we'll have our baby. It's only a matter of time."

*soon to be* Dad Miguel who was so ecstatic when you were finally pregnant. He cried and cried, holding you tight, trying to feel your nonexistent baby bump.

"You're gonna be a mama. I'm gonna be a daddy. We're so lucky. Thank you so much baby." He cried into your shoulder as you held him, kissing the top of his head. Relief washed over you, greatful that the yes-no-maybe so game was finally over, evidence of your victory in four positive pregnancy tests.

*soon to be* Dad Miguel who loves your body as it grows. The stretch marks, your round tummy, the way your whole body seemed to soften.

"So so pretty." Miguel stands behind you as you finish up your hair. The baby's due date is in a couple of months and your friends and family are throwing you a baby shower. His strong hands rest on your lower tummy, touch light as a feather, but still firm with love.

"I swear, you get more and more beautiful by the day. I hope the baby looks like you." He smiles, watching you giggle through the mirror.

*soon to be* Dad Miguel who decorated the nursery soon after finding out about the baby.

The sage green and pastel yellow colors of the nursery blended together perfectly. Miguel insisted that he had to decorate the small room with a color that any baby would love, after you two decided on waiting to know the gender until after they were born. After assembling the crib and maneuvering the diaper changing table into the small room, he called you in, telling you to close your eyes.

"Do you like it?" Miguel asked as soon as he removed his hands from over your eyes. The nursery was pleasant and calming to look at, prefect for a baby.

"Oh Miguel, it's perfect! Thank you so much baby!" You beamed looking around the sweet room.

"Do you think- do you think the baby will like it?" He asked, hands on his hips with pride in his completed work.

"I'm sure they'll love it, sweetheart."

*very soon to be* Dad Miguel who stayed as calm as possible when your water broke. He helped you to the car before grabbing the hospital bag you two prepared together just a few days prior. He was ready. He was so ready to be a dad.

"We're almost there baby. Just five more minutes... is it hurting bad?" He lets you grip onto his hand as your contractions slowly get closer together and more intense. You just sob out, closing your eyes, praying to just get this damn baby out.

Dad Miguel who has never felt the way he felt when he held his baby girl for the first time. Against his wishes, she was a carbon copy of him, even as a disgruntled little blob. He didn't mind though, she was the most precious, beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"There you go, it's okay... daddy's here. Hola mi niña bonita. Wow, she's so tiny... so so sweet." Miguel's eyes fill with adoration as big, bright, deep brown eyes slowly open, gazing right back at him. As soon as they open, her eyes flutter shut again, steady breathing filling the sterile hospital room. Her head feels so light in his big hands, but to him it felt like the whole world was napping in his palms.

"Thank you so much, mama... the best thing that's ever happened to me." He looks at you, same love in his eyes.

Dad Miguel who likes to dress his baby girl in light pinks. Not necessarily because pink is a "girl color" but because he thinks it meshes best with her tan skin tone and dark brown hair.

"What about this one, hun?" Miguel squeezes your shoulder as your back rests against his chest, baby gurgling on yours. He shows you his phone, a picture of a cream-pink onesie displayed on the bright screen.

"Aw, that's nice... such a pretty color!" You angle your baby up slightly, innocent eyes caught by the colorful screen.

"¿Qué piensas, mi dulce hija?" Miguel pinches her chunky cheeks, smiling when she coos.

"I think she likes it."

Dad Miguel who ALWAYS wakes up when the baby does. His own personal alarm, the second high pitched cries reach his ears, he's up, walking over to the nursery.

"Relax, Shh sh... it's okay, calm down little girl." Miguel pats his daughter's back as he guides a bottle to her small, pouty lips. Miguel insisted that you go back to sleep, that he would handle it. He stays up with her throughout most nights, whispering nonsense stories to ease her back to sleep.

Dad Miguel who loves nothing more than spending time with his small but cherished family. He takes you and your daughter out on picnics and to the zoo. Just fun days that you spend together, it doesn't really matter what you're doing. He LOVES to take your baby out on daddy-daughter dates and show her off while he's at it.

"Oh my goodness, she is so beautiful! How old is she?" An elderly couple smiles at your daughter, currently resting and wrapped up in Miguel's large arms as he sits on a park bench.

"She's almost five months! Isn't she sweet.." Miguel proudly smiles at the baby passed out in his arms, cradling her small face in his hands.

"How precious! Mom must be beautiful too... or does she get all her good looks from you?" The old lady's eyes crinkle up as she looks down at the infant.

"No no, she's gorgeous... I'm a very lucky man" His smile becomes even wider as he thinks about his beautiful wife, the reason he's holding the most important thing in his life.

"Remember when Bobby was that small, John? Well, make sure you treasure these moments! Time flies...!" The woman smiles at her husband before tilting her head over to Miguel.

"I will ma'am... thank you." Miguel waves as the old couple walks away, imagining himself and his wife at that point in your lives. His heart fills with even more pride and love as he holds his baby girl a little closer to his chest.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

<3

He's so girl-dad coded 😩

[politemenacephd]

A Winter Stroll

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (ft. baby Gabriella)

Short AU where you and Miguel take your baby Gabi for a stroll in the park while its cold. Pure romantic fluff.

Word count: 1992

‘Hey, are you sure she’s covered?’

You glanced up and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air, its haze obscuring the face now glancing down at you from above. You watched it dissipate.

Miguel was staring down at you, his gloved hands manically rubbing against each other as he tried to warm them up.

‘Hmm? You mean Gabi?’

You turned from your beloved partner to what you'd been pushing; a clean, padded purple stroller that you’d only just bought, currently carrying the most precious cargo in the world to you both.

Little Gabi peeked out from beneath her coverings, her big brown eyes blinking against the cold. You instinctively bent down to check on her.

‘Hey, baby girl. You okay?’

You’d decided to take a small break and go on a walk in the local park, just something to get Miguel out and about. He was usually so restless but since Gabi was born he’d been nearly bed bound, utterly fixed to her side. His favourite thing was to spoon you beneath the sheets in your shared bed while facing Gabi’s crib, watching the mobile spin as she gurgled and cooed, holding you all in his grip and never letting go. If he had the chance he’d do that until the end of time.

But you insisted he at least get some movement into his day, and so he’d agreed to this short stroll, not realizing just how chilly it still was.

It was the kind of cold you could smell. When you breathed in through the nose it stung just a little, and all you could really scent was the ice on the grass.

Because of this the park was almost empty, spare for one woman and her dog in the distance, and the trees were bare and dark. The sky was empty and blue, like a still ocean in a timeless void. The world had been coated in a kind of dull, muted sheen, a dreamlike dullness.

Everything was still, quiet, sleeping. The grass crunched underfoot, and your shoes made little echoing clacks on the hard pavement when you walked across it. There was no sound but the single chirping of a robin somewhere nearby.

It was serene, to you, but to Miguel it was a little bit terrifying.

‘Gabi’s fine’ you insisted, gently reaching down to show her. She was utterly bundled in blankets and was wearing her oversized little parka onesie in his favourite shade of purple, and the only thing you could see was her little nose and her big eyes. She was blinking slowly, too young to really see but too curious to sleep.

Miguel curled his lip, his brows knotting against his will. ‘Mm- let me, just, check her again, please? Mi tesoro?’

‘Oh Miggy, you—okay, okay. You check her all you want.’

You graciously stepped aside for him to bend over, and he did, though not before giving your cold nose a quick kiss. You giggled at his insistence.

The moment he got close to Gabi his face lit up. Those old, worn, tired lines seemed to melt away in her presence. He looked so much younger.

With her father now in her line of sight Gabi’s eyes suddenly locked on. She focused in on his face and warbled softly.

‘Hola, mi amor’ he whispered. Gabi garbled a little louder in response.

When he smiled his breath condensed around his bared fangs, a soft white mist that highlighted the pearly sheen of his teeth. You saw the little wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the sign of a man who was gleefully exhausted.

‘Ah, mi bebita. ¿Tienes frío?’

Gabi gurgled beneath her pile of blankets. She managed to get one tiny fist free but Miguel immediately tucked it back in, though he did pause to admire how small it looked in his own enormous hand. Her little fist barely covered his thumb.

‘Sweetheart, she can’t talk yet’ you gently reminded him. You bent until you were at the same height, gently easing him away from the object of his obsession. His eyes were wide beneath the stray locks of his hair, big and soft and red.

‘I- I know, that, but—’

‘Mhm. You always say you know, and yet, you just keep doing it.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, and despite his awkwardness he smiled back.

‘I just want to be sure she’s okay’ he whispered. With your smile still straining your cheeks you gently bumped your temple against his.

‘I know. But you know I want that too, right?’

‘Of course, mi tesoro! I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.’

‘Mhm. I know, but, consider, that constantly asking if she’s warm enough, it—’

You held out your hand to prompt him, and he begrudgingly shrugged. ‘It- sounds like I don’t trust you to do a good enough job.’

‘There you go. You know you’re very smart, you should be a scientist maybe. Have you thought about that?’

‘Aha, funny. Diablilla.’

You giggled as he gently clacked his fangs on your cheek.

‘You wanna keep going? We can turn back if you really want, in all honesty I don’t want to freak you out’ you said.

Miguel shook his head. ‘No, no, you’re right. She’s fine. You know best, as always.’

‘Oh my god- you big suck up’ you teasingly chided.

‘Mhm. Happily. The most beautiful creature in the world’ he said, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. You snorted in reply.

‘I don’t know about that. My- nose is running into my scarf, and my hair—’

Your list of complaints was stifled as Miguel put a single finger to your lips, smooshing them shut. With his gaze fixed on your's he then gently pulled up his sleeve and wiped your nose clean.

‘Beautiful’ he repeated, without a shadow of doubt or hesitation.

Despite the cold, you felt your body burning up.

‘Alright, you—come on, let’s go’ you said, trying to cover how coy you’d suddenly gotten. Miguel hid his smug smile at having very much already noticed it.

With his fears now quelled you both pulled back and continued walking, with your hands on the stroller and Miguel’s arm around your waist. He squeezed you tight to his side. Your head was squished against his pec beneath his jacket, and the woven material was soft against your cold skin. You relished the feeling.

‘Do you think it’s likely to snow soon?’ Miguel asked as you rounded the corner to the pond. You noticed that a light sheen of ice was covering the water.

‘Mm- if I had to give an educated guess… Probably?’ You hunched both shoulders as you weight the option with both hands.

‘Mm. I can’t wait till she’s older. It’ll be so nice to take her out when she can enjoy the snow’ Miguel said with a dreamy sigh.

‘Oh my god- I’m sorry, did you just said you can’t wait till she’s older?’

Your scoffing drew Miguel’s eyes back to you. He looked surprised. ‘Hm? Yes. Why, is that, strange?’ he asked.

‘For you? The man who almost cried when she didn’t fit into her very first onesie, the one she was put into when she was born? Yeah, it’s strange.’

‘Hey, don’t be mean. That’s different’ he insisted.

‘No, no it's not. You’re going to lament her getting older at every turn.’

‘Well- that's natural, isn't it? She’s just so- small’ he objected, trying his best to seem stoic while clearly whining. You felt his claws coming out as he squeezed you a little closer. ‘She’s my baby.'

‘And she’ll be your baby whether she’s one month old, or one year old, or thirty years old, or- god, eighty years old, you big soppy idiot’ you lightly teased, raising one hand to grab his thickset jaw. You squished his cheeks with your thumb and fingers and shook him until he chuckled.

‘Okay. Okay. Point taken. But I mean it, it’ll be nice to see if she enjoys the snow’ Miguel said.’

‘Oh it’ll be great. I bet she’ll be a real wild card, I think she’ll like snowball fights. She’ll beat our asses some day.’

‘You think so?’

‘Oh I KNOW so, she’s her father’s daughter. A menace.’

‘Menace? No, not my bebita, she’s itty bitty’ Miguel insisted. You just kept giggling.

‘Mm, no, nope, no, menace. Little menace.’

You bent and gently waved your fingers on Gabi’s cheeks as she cooed, a sound that never failed to melt your heart.

‘Menace’ you repeated affectionately. ‘Our little menace.’

For a little while longer you enjoyed the cold in peace and quiet. You were comfortable being quiet with Mig, or by letting your actions speak for you. Every little bump of your head into his bicep, every squeeze of his hand, each time he silently checked if your nose was close and subsequently kissed it. That was all enough.

But as you rounded towards the end of your walk, that silence ended.

‘Hey, I uh—’

Miguel coughed to catch your attention, drawing you to look at him again. He was avoiding your gaze now, which you found a little odd, with his free hand gently rubbing his jaw.

‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, beautiful man. You go right ahead.’

You returned to watching the pathway ahead as you waited for Miguel to speak. He coughed a second time to pluck up his courage, a sight that was strange for such an imposing man.

‘Ah- can—can we have another one?’ he whispered.

You almost tripped over your own feet in shock.

‘Ah, shit— sweetheart, are you okay?!’ Miguel moved fast to stabilize you that his claws expanded. You shot him an incredulous look.

‘Mig- Miguel, she is three months old!’ you hissed. ‘What do you mean another one?!’

‘I just meant, you’re- you make such beautiful babies’ he whispered, his voice as low as possible while remaining just as intense as if he’d shouted. You felt your whole body tingle at the unexpected softness.

‘And Gabi looks so lonely, you know, she—’ Miguel was stumbling on his words as you put your hands to your hips. ‘You just- beautiful babies, really, just the most- beautiful. She's so perfect. And she looks lonely.’

‘My god, what a compelling argument’ you said drolly, though you could feel yourself already smiling. ‘I don’t know though, it’s been a while. You might be out of practise for making more.’

You savoured the little spark in his eyes, the gleam of red that brightened his gaze. It was an intrinsic curiosity, a deep-rooted hunger for one specific thing.

‘Mhm. Mhm. Well- I’d, have to prove you otherwise then, wouldn’t I?’ he whispered back. You hated how quickly you melted at his husky voice.

‘You would’ you said, leaning in closer. You held him there, with those narrowed eyes and that eager smile, before bringing him down with a gently clap to the chest. ‘You would, if we didn’t have a literal newborn.’

‘Oh, mi tesoro—’

‘Come on dummy, let’s get home’ you said, your voice firm even though you were still smiling. ‘If she falls asleep when we get in, I might be able to make time for a quick shower. You know, to get warm again.’

The way Miguel arched his neck the moment you said ‘shower’ never failed to amuse you. He certainly looked extra large beneath all that padded clothing.

‘Mm… Okay. Deal.’

To your surprise, Miguel then quickly swooped the stroller out of your hands and began pushing Gabi home, all while cooing at her over the rim.

‘Shh, you’re feeling sleepy, aren’t you bebita? ¿Estás cansada? ¿Si?’

As Miguel resorted to singing lullabies you were forced to jog slightly to catch up with him, your panted breath billowing clouds of smoke around your flustered face.

Sadly, while Miguel did get that shower, you were both too cold to indulge in anything but huddling together like sad penguins, and jealously hogging the water as much as you could.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Imagine your dad being a Miguel O’Hara variant and meeting Miguel

Pairing : Platonic! Miguel O'Hara x Earth Bender Reader x Spiderverse

This is really just a really long rant about your dad meeting your dad from a different universe.

Wordcount: 2.2k (oops)

Miguel O’Hara Masterlist || pt.2

Okay so I'm randomly imagining a variant of Miguel who's also living the spiderman life but hasn't been through nearly as much loss as Miguel. 

Like this Miguel (let's call him Miguel 2) has lost his wife, but not his kid.

For some reason I also imagine this universe to be something like the Avatar universe (the one with the benders) just without the presence of the actual avatar which is why they would also have superheroes. I also imagine Y/N's mum being an earth bender, which was passed down onto Y/N. And they're quite good at it as well.

Miguel 2 was bitten, but still has a few common powers as Miguel. He has no claws, though he does have fangs. He also has natural webbing and can stick to walls.

I imagine Miguel and Miguel 2 meeting because of an anomaly breech in Miguel 2's universe. And Miguel's utter and complete surprise when he meets a spiderman with the same build as him. ( The man lost his wife, of course he goes gym as well.) 

I also imagine the immediate panic Miguel 2 feels when a building collapses on top of you, and a bunch of pedestrians. Like the battle with this misplaced villain would already be raging head on, and suddenly he sees you being buried under a HUGE pile of building and he just sees red. And Miguel isn't sure it's him until Miguel 2 attacks the villain viciously and rips his mask of, using his fangs to knock the villain out with a good amount of venom.

And the surprise Miguel feels in that moment is amazing. Because he never imagined there was another him, never realized in the amount of universes he comes across. His surprise deepens when Miguel 2 runs to the rubble, his movements chaotic and panicky as he pulls rock for rock apart. Miguel 2 is also originally a nonbender, though his parents had been fire benders.

Now imagine Miguel 2's relief when a hole opens up from the ground not too far from him, and you climb out, calling him dad as you help out pedestrians. And now Miguel is surprised, and a little heartbroken. In this universe he doesn't have Gabriella, but he has you.

Miguel 2 helps the pedestrians climb up before pulling you into a hug. You're a little dirty because of the setting, and you've got a few scratches, but otherwise you're unharmed.

Miguel lets the moment happen, only snapping out of it when Lyla reminds him that he should be on his way to HQ.

And he really is about to leave without invading your lives, when Miguel 2 calls out to him and thanks him. Curiously asking who he is and where he's from.

Miguel can't help himself as he explains the entire story. Inviting him on the team. He also glances at you, before inviting you as well.

Now the entire society is surprised when Miguel walks in with not just an anomaly and another spider person, but also you.

And imagine your surprise when he reveals his identity. Only to realize that he's the exact same person as your dad. Your dad is also surprised, but the two are quick to start 'old men talk' as you would dub it. Also, your dad receives a watch, whilst you receive a day pass.

And even though you look physically not anything like your father at all, Miguel still feels that odd connection he felt when he saw Gabriella for the first time. He leads the two of you through the building, paired with an explanation about everything and nothing.

Eventually, he also tells Miguel 2 about Gabriella, and in turn Miguel 2 asks what she'd look like, if she looked at least a little like you, and if he had fallen in love with the same woman. Miguel glances back at you, only to notice you're gone. Miguel 2 simply shakes his hand at your disappearance  adding that you do that often when you're bored. It surprises Miguel how loose Miguel 2 is when it comes to keeping tabs on you, but than again, he did see how you saved yourself and a bunch of people within a matter of time. Miguel eventually answers his earlier question with a shake of his head, telling him Gabriella was more of a physical copy of him, and that he had fallen in love with a different woman all together. Miguel 2 hums, accepting the answer before they start talking more about the multiverse.

Miguel also finds out that Miguel 2 doesn't work for Alcamex, but for a company which specializes in creating medicine. He also finds out a lot about you. You're nearly 16 years old, and have a few close friends. You're horrible at school, unable to sit still in classes. You're also a great bender, and according to Miguel 2, one of the best the world might ever see. Miguel was very confused when he explained that you had fully mastered every subbending technique earth bending offered. From sandbending to metalbending to lava bending, you could do it all.

And Miguel couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Miguel 2 has got to spend more than 15 years with you, while he lost Gabriella at a young age. On top of that you seem to be thriving, and Miguel 2 doesn't need to lie to you. Doesn't have to hide his spiderman identity for you. ( When Miguel asked how Miguel 2 merely smiled and explained that it was a little hard to hide when it was just the two of you, adding on top of that that you share their hard headed trait.)

I can also imagine Y/N managing to find the rest of the teens (Hobie, Miles, Gwen, Margo, Pavitr, really everyone!) in spider HQ, and getting along with them quite easily. They all have a lot of questions about why you're here as a nonspider, and even more when you tell them your dad is coincidentally also Miguel.

I also think Y/N would connect best with Hobie and Ben Reilly (the one from ultimate spiderman- not atsv). Because Hobie does whatever he wants and Ben is continuously grumpy, and distant, a trait that goes well with your laid back extrovert personality. 

I can also imagine Y/N managing to grab a hold of a webshooter somehow, and being taught how to swing through by the rest.

I definitely imagine Y/N casually swinging into the lab and trying to impress her dad and Miguel by trying to swing straight onto the platform. Which you of course would miss, jumping too late and instead plummeting towards the floor. A neon red web shoots out on time to give you a really soft landing though, basically bouncing you on your feet before you're on the ground. 

Miguel had expected Miguel 2 to react as well, but he simply shook his head. When Miguel gives him a judging look, he shrugs, adding a 'trust me, they gotta learn the hard way'. Because Miguel 2 knows how you won't stop unless you fall flat on your face or break something. And so you start swinging again, this time making a funny landing on the platform with an 'oof' as you plop on your butt before getting up and dusting yourself off.

And than Miguel's watching as you and your dad start arguing. " Did you know that most spider people don't have organic webs? They use these things! Hobie let me use his- that reminds me you should meet Hobie!-" You babble on for a bit. Miguel watches as Miguel 2 simply smiles, hanging onto your every word before he replies. " Yeah well, we should be grateful we don't have web shooters in our universe." " Why not? Can't we try to make some? It'd be fun!" " No." " Why not? Give me one good reason-" " You're an earth bender. You're powerless in the sky." " Oh right, forgot about that for a second."

Meanwhile the other teens are all stood below the platform on the ground. Their surprise evident as they see how an exact copy of Miguel is smiling, obviously content with everything around him. It also isn't until you're tugging at your father's arm to meet your new friends that Miguel starts lowering the platform.

Miguel is in turn surprised to see Ben Reilly among the others, considering the male usually prefers to remain by himself. He also can't help but be fond of the way you speak, all enthusiast about introducing your new friends (even introducing Hobie and Ben as your new besties.) 

Eventually the group falls into conversation, and your worlds normalcy about bending the elements is brought up. Which in turn bring up your bending, to which Hobie in turn challenges you, saying you wouldn't be able to win from him. 

Miguel is surprised when you turn to him, asking if there's a space in which you two can spar. Miguel is surprised, having expected that you would ask your dad, but eventually tells you there is. To Miguel's surprise, Miguel 2 puts a hold on it, adding that you're defenseless without wrecking the building. Everyone is confused when you tell him about your wristbands, and showcase your pockets full of rocks in them. Even Miguel himself is skeptical, considering Hobie is definitely has the advantage due to the field. Miguel 2 eventually nods when you showcase your pockets.

And so the group finds themselves downstairs, watching a sparring field from the side. Hobie smirks at you, teasingly adding that you're free to tap out any time and that he'll go easy on you. You in return laugh, before telling him the same, except you won't go easy. Your battle begins and you don't attack straight away. Instead you avoid all Hobie's advances, avoiding kick after punch after elbow. It takes a while before you oppose his attacks. Neither of you have used your powers at this point yet. It isn't until he tries to punch you again that you react, blocking his punch, you throw a punch back yourself, sending him a step back. Hobie's surprised, and eventually takes off. He starts throwing webs at you. Nearly everyone (except for your dad) is excited when your bracelets start deforming with your movements, shaping them and reshaping them from blades to balls, breaking webs or misdirecting them, or sometimes simply jumping out of the way. Eventually, you manage to throw a good hard ball into his stumic, which causes him to let go of his web. Seizing the moment, you take your metal ball again, giving him a final blow to send him to the ground. You're grinning as you stand over him when he's laid on the ground, your body still in a fighting stance whilst your ball has divided into smaller balls, floating around you.

He smiles as he tells you you've admittedly won, and you help him up with a hand. You smile and nod when he tells you that you should come around more often, adding that he wants a rematch. Your dad also gives you that proud smile of his that he rarely gives you.

You and the rest of the teens have started conversation again, and now it's all about your bending. Miguel and Miguel 2 listening instead of participating. Everyone is surprised when you tell them that metal bending isn't your best skill, and the excitement grows as you Tell them about lava bending. Happy to show them your actual skill, you take a few rocks out of your pocket, and let them melt into a ninja star made of lava. Everyone's eyes are big, completely impressed by this skill. Even Miguel is left speechless (which isn't noticeable, but still.) It isn't until Miguel 2 takes a look at his regular watch that he tells you it's time to go.

You pout, and ask if you'll be able to come back sometime. Everyone automatically turns to look at Miguel, and he sighs before telling you you might, adding a lame excuse about how you're good to train with.

And so you'll eventually depart after greeting almost everyone in a hug before you all but jump through.

You might not be a spider person, but spider society is definitely also a place for you.

Bonus:

" Y'know, I would've left you behind if you would have lost that fight with Hober." Your dad teases you over dinner later that day.

The two of you had decided on simple take out.

" His name's Hobie dad." You roll your eyes with a smile, before taking a bite.

" Besides, that's okay. I would have my hands on some web shooters by now. " You grin.

He sighs.

" You're never going to let that go, will you?" 

" No, I still think we should really give it a shot."

" No."

" Did you at least notice my pun? Shot?"

Your dad shakes his head.

" I should've really followed the instructions on those 'how to raise a kid' books."

[spider999sposts]

ok if we're also throwing in cute shit, maybe reader is panicking one time and calls miguel from the room cause she dint know where their baby is and they hear giggling from the ceiling, cue their babygirl inherited papa's spider powers and now crawling on the ceiling

Spiderbaby — Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: fluff!

🕸tags: mom!reader × dad!miguel

🕸a.n: sorry if it was too short! I love writing soft!dad!miguel sm. here is another one of my fics where Miguel is a soft dad if any of you would like to read it <3

Not 10 minutes had passed since he got up to go to the kitchen, before he heard you let out a loud scream followed by

"Miguel!"

The urgency in your voice made Miguel drop the baby bottle in his hand and rush to the living room. He left you and Gabriella playing together with some blocks to go prep a bottle for her.

You were standing in the middle of the room, a hand on the back of your neck and the other on your chest as you frantically looked around. "What is it, amor?" He asked, and you immediately started panicking. "I–I went to the bathroom and I can't find Gabi. I—I swear I just left her here." Miguel's brows furrowed, as he looked around the space around you.

Gabriella was no where to be found. No doors were open, and you had the windows and balcony closed at all time. He could hear your erratic breathing and he saw the tears well up in your eyes. You almost fell to the ground crying if it weren't for his strong arms holding you up before your legs gave out on you.

"I'm a horrible mom. I'm such a horrible mom."

"No, you aren't. She's probably hiding behind the curtains, you know how playful she is."

"I checked, I—I swear I just left her there and went to wash my hands."

"We'll find her, queirda, just—"

He helped you sit down on a nearby chair, then went off looking for her by himself. He checked every single room, behind ever single curtain and every single bed. He didn't have to look for long, because right as he entered to check his office, he heard you yell his name.

He rushed back to the living room, and you were standing at a corner, looking...up?

At the ceiling.

Then he saw it.

His 2–year old daughter was sticking to the wall with both her hands, giggling at how you were struggling to get her off the ceiling. He stood stunned at the sight, before letting his talons out for a moment so he would grab onto the wall. He sneaked towards Gabriella, gently unsticking her off the ceiling, letting his talons retreat so he wouldn't hurt her, and holding her close to his chest.

She laughed loudly, latching onto his arm.  "Papa!" She giggled, showing him her hands. Her fingers had small bumps on them, which he assumed was what helping her stick to the ceiling so easily. He thanked the heavens she didn't grow talons like he did, or else you'd have a much bigger problem than just her being able to crawl around the walls. "¡Mi corazón casi se detiene, Mija!" Miguel groaned, dropping down from the ceiling with her. She pouted, and snuggled into his neck, "Papa.."

[My heart almost stopped.]

"It's fine, Gabi." He sighed, kissing her head. "Just don't—"

"Oh my god." He turned his head towards you, watching you walk away to sit down on the couch. Your cheeks were stained with tears, you had barley anytime to register. On one hand, he could see the relief washing over your features, on the other, you looked flabbergasted to what you've just witnessed. "Oh, my god, I had a spider baby."

"Spider baby?" Miguel repeated, putting Gabriella down near her building blocks, and sitting beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you onto his lap, gently wiping your tears. "I did tell you there is a possibility our kid would get some of my powers."

"But I didn't think—" You buried yourself into his chest and groaned. He soothingly ran his big hands up and down your arm, kissing the top of your head. "Do you know hard it is caring for a normal baby? Let alone one that can crawl on walls."

"Let's hope she doesn't get webs then."

"Miguel!" You smacked his chest, and he laughed, "Estoy bromeando, cariño." The two of you watched your daughter innocently smack two blocks together, like she hadn't almost caused you a heart attack a few moments ago. You laid back on his chest, closing your eyes as Miguel tangled his fingers in your hair.

[I'm joking, sweetheart]

You felt a small bundle crawl on top of the couch, and place herself on your lap. Just slightly opening your eyes, you adjust Gabriella and put her on your arm. She nuzzled her head im the space between your arm and Miguel's chest. "But I wouldn't have it any other way, you know." You mumbled, kissing the top of your daughter's head. Miguel's grip tightened around you, as the three of you sat in silence, solace filling the room.

"Me, you, and our spiderbaby."

a.n: was gonna post this tmrw but it was in my drafts already so :)

[voltronisanobsession]

Hi!! I have some Dad!Miguel content for you >:)

We all know that Miguel is a very busy man, and I don’t think that would change if he had a kid. So what about teen!reader who got bit by a spider and became spider woman? Reader is recruited to the society without Miguel knowing who we are under the mask. BUT PLOT TWIST!!! We get hurt in a fight and our mask is ruined so he finds out just as we’re passing out from injuries :(((

Happy ending? (Or not, your choice >:) )

Miguel finding out His Kid is a Spider Person

I just wanna let you know I was listening to what was I made for while writing this JUST TO GET THAT EXTRA ANGST

This one is really long so I hope you don’t mind😜‼️

HAHAHA I LIKE YOUR THINKING

Like I can imagine Miguel having a kid who has seen EVERYTHING he went through

The loss of his youngest daughter, him spiraling down from grief, knowing their father willingly left for a while just to be able to be with their younger sister in another dimension

Like that shit took a lot from you, making teen!reader feel… unwanted by the end of it all

Imagine this scenario with me

Reader ALREADY knows what’s happening in the other dimension, worried out of their mind, wondering if their dad will make it out alive

Hurt that he just up and left them. You’re sitting in silence when a portal opens, Miguel walking through it, along with other spiders, some limping, others being carried out

As relieving as it is to see your dad ok, you can’t help but feel disappointed, angry,betrayed in a way when you look at him

None of you guys talk about what happened which causes a rift in your relationship

And now that he’s suffered the consequences of a collapsed universe, we all know Miguel is digging himself in more work in the Spider society

He’s still bitter and angry, mostly at himself, and now his main goal is to protect all universes from any anomalies

But that comes at a price of neglecting you, his only child

You continue your life, Miguel rarely coming home most days. You cook for yourself, clean around the house by yourself, taking care of yourself

On a rare day you decide to visit the spider society, you notice a weird flickering coming from an alley way (so original I know)

Unknowingly, you venture through it, only to find the thing causing all the glitching was a small spider. Finding a small container thrown to the side, you try to capture the anomaly, but the spider had incredible speed, running up your arm and under your shirt

You start panicking when you feel it bite you, immediately swatting it away from your neck

After that, the rest is basically history. You’re too afraid to tell ANYONE what happened, especially Miguel. You know how he is, what he thinks of anomalies.

So you go through these changes in quiet. By yourself, again. You learn how to use your new abilities and start making yourself known in your city

While Miguel is busy with the society, you busy yourself as the up and coming spider hero

Of course Miguel catches wind of this, obviously confused on the new spider person lurking in his dimension

With a new mask covering your face, your able to convince (clumsily may I add) your father that you managed to get thrown into this world after a portal opened

This man literally tries sending you back to ‘your real world’ but Jess tells him it’s better to have you in the team

So your spider journey begins! You get your own watch, become friends with the other spiders, hell you even start growing closer to Miguel, your father, but you never, ever take off your mask

The spider mask gives you a new identity, a new confidence that helps build up your relationship with Miguel

You both go on missions together, the older man kinda taking you under his wing

You guys work well together when capturing anomalies

You’re able to joke around him more often, him scoffing at the dumb ones while you laugh

Over time, he grows to enjoy your presence. He becomes kinda protective of you, constantly telling you to be careful when out on missions

He feels a sense of familiarity when around you, though he can never place his finger on why

He just knows you remind him of someone, your laughter so familiar yet not at the same time

You cherish every moment you have with Miguel, whether it’s sitting in silence while he files some paperwork or dragging him to the cafeteria to eat something

And at the end of the day, you wave goodbye to your friends and pretend to go through a portal, only to swing away from the society back to your home in Nueva York

I feel like teen!reader would be a little bitter over their growing relationship with their dad under a different alias

Why couldn’t you have a normal family relationship with him? Did he prefer your spider version over the real you? It’s still you under the mask but would he be the same if he knew? How would he even react if he ever found out it was you under the mask the entire time?

You only start truly panicking when you get seriously injured during a particularly hard mission

Cut deep on your side and mask ripping, you collapse in pain as Miguel runs to you

Your heaving as short and shaky breaths escape your mouth

Miguel tries picking you up only for you to cry out from the movement

Everything crumbles around you as your dad tries to remove your ruined mask to let you breathe more easily

You stop him from pulling up your mask with a shaky hand, fear laced in your voice

He would look down in worry, you seemed more scared of him seeing your face than of the wound gushing with blood

“Please. Don’t.”

“You need air. I promise I won’t let anyone see your face.”

You breathing quickens as he takes off the mask, your eyes closed in shame, tears falling down like a waterfall

You blearily blink your eyes to look at him, his shocked face the last thing you see before passing out, whether from the pain or from the intense emotions you felt is anyone’s guess

I think after taking you back to headquarters, Miguel would be super conflicted on how to approach the situation

In fact, he’s at a loss for words on what to do

He hadn’t seen you in a long time, but now knowing you were right in front of him the entire time

He would feel ashamed. How could he not know it was you the entire time? Did he even know his own child at this point? What kind of father was he?

When you wake up, there is only two ways this can go

A LOT of talking gonna happen. Maybe even some yelling from both parties

It might end in tears and regret, or it might end in tears and anger

Miguel doesn’t know how to talk to you anymore, and you don’t know to express yourself without bursting into tears

I’ll leave the rest into interpretation for you guys, it really depends on who starts the conversation

It’s either Miguel’s regret or your anger

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Imagine Gabi asking her Mama if she'll ever get big boobs like her lol Miguel is hiding behind his palm dying of stifled laughter. Mama is flustered and just explains the best "Maybe" she can lol

Im 💀 with this one jsksjksjs

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As curious as a certain cute little monkey she was, Gabriela couldn't help but stare at your chest as you finished feeding her brother to then put him on his crib.

"Mama?"

"Yes, baby?"

Miguel had arrived from work and kissed you both a hello.

"Will I have big boobs as well?"

Miguel rubbed his face to hide his mirthful mouth underneath. One thing he had noticed was Gabi making the most random questions at the most randoms of times, leaving you for little to no time for rebuttals.

You couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious at the size of your breast, a dumb feeling really. Gabi of course was growing, and the more questions she asked, the more she felt intrigued about many things, mostly were insightful questions that actually left you thinking.

"W-Well, uh... maybe."

"Why maybe?"

"It's complicated, honey. But... given our genetics it's probable."

"Will they hurt?"

You stared at Miguel, a subtle glance asking for help.

"Maybe."

Her face turned concerned.

"I'm not saying this to scare you, baby, but, having big boobs isn't always fun"

"They look pretty though."

"Very pretty" Miguel mumbled from the doorframe and you couldn't help but fluster even more.

"I know baby. But-"

"Are they heavy?"

"Y-Yeah. But you still have a lot of time before they come out. So don't worry, ok?"

"Can I have a bra?"

"Alriight, that was enough questions for mami. Wanna help me to cook, solecito?"

She nodded and went to the kitchen. You threw a pillow at Miguel

"Really?!" he chuckled and kissed you.

"I'll make your favorite as an apology, ok?"

"Just... Don't make it too spicy, please."

[pikl0]

summary: things Miguel would do as a dad where reader is his kid. Miguel is referred to as 'Papa'.

characters: miguel o'hara

tags: child!reader, dad!miguel, fluff, average dad

MIGUEL IS THE TYPE OF DAD

It was almost 1am. Miguel was sitting in the living room, lazily watching the History Channel at the lowest volume while he lounged back on the couch.

He heard the sudden sound of your Nintendo Switch from your room before the volume was quickly turned down.

He glanced in the direction of the hallway in which your room was down. He sighed, got up, and walked toward your room to see what you were doing.

Your papa, Miguel, opened the door and peeked in, not saying a word.

Papa quietly walked in and walked over to your bed, gently sitting down. He knew you were awake and you were just pretending, but he didn't say a word and just waited, waiting to see if you would say anything.

You made a soft snoring sound as you kept your eyes closed, trying your hardest not to laugh.

He smiled softly when you continued to fake sleep, gently placing a large hand on your shoulder and giving you a very tiny shake.

"I can tell you're not asleep, pumpkin, where did you put your game?"

You reluctantly and slowly opened those sweet eyes he loved.

"Just for a bit, papa..."You pouted, your voice soft and tired, yet you still wanted to play your video game.

"No. I want it right now. Go get it for me."

He said, sternly, but his voice held care since you were still small and he knew sleep was important for your health.

You sighed softly and took the game out from under my pillow, holding it out to your Papa.

The screen was open on Pokémon, and you didn't even get the chance to choose your character yet.

He took the game from you before he kissed your forehead and stood up.

"Get to sleep. I love you, peanut."

He said, his voice stern but soft, full of affection as he exited the room with the game in hand.

"I love you, papa."

You said tiredly as you got comfy in your bed, pulling the covers back over you as you drifted off.

He walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch again. He started to play your game, eyes glued to the screen as he completely ignored the channel he had on.

[scoobysnakz]

Hard Luck

It’s hard finding love when your sole reason to live is your daughter, but when her best friends dad is annoyingly attractive and might have something to do with your rent randomly getting paid, who can blame you for being a little curious?

||* mentions of masturbation (m receiving)

Chap i

The crisp autumn air carries a sense of nostalgia, which surprises you. It has been a while since you've experienced autumn in this way, but nostalgia is supposed to be a pleasant feeling, right?

Your daughter's small, chubby fingers firmly grip your hand as you playfully swing your arm out of her reach. You can't help but laugh at her adorable pout when you pull your hand away.

"I'm just teasing you," you say with a wide grin, extending your hand for her to take. "Stop being a grouch and hold my hand, RayRay!"

Her scowl quickly turns into a cheesy grin as she latches onto your hand. The sound of her pencil case and notebook thumping matches the rhythm of her skipping, and her glittery, purple sequin backpack bounces on her back.

Raya, or RayRay as you playfully call her, is your best friend. It's a bit sad, you know, but you've never really had time for friends. Ever since her dad left, she's been the only person in your life, aside from colleagues and your parents. And it's not so bad. She has adapted to your lifestyle, developed a sense of humor—her sarcasm is surprisingly on point for a nine-year-old.

The journey from your rundown apartment to her school isn't long, but it's far enough for the houses to transform from shabby boxes with crooked slate tiles to fancy condos with gleaming windows. It always amazes you how a few turns can take you to an area where people don't even know the meaning of a food bank.

You can tell by appearances alone that you don't fit in. The navy blue cable-knit sweater and boyfriend jeans, dirtied with mud stains, don't exactly scream, “I can afford more than one vacation a year!"

On the other hand, Raya always looks pristine. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but you'd rather wear nothing than have your daughter look as unkempt as you. Ensuring she has enough clean, stain-free clothes is your number one priority.

As you round a corner, narrowly missing a puddle that Raya "only wanted to look at" and not jump in, her disappointed expression gives her away.

Parents bustle around, urgently trying to retrieve their kids from the playground. It's nearly impossible to spot her teacher amidst the crowd of what seems like millions of moms, dressed in thick white scarves and thigh-high brown boots.

And then you hear it—a loud screech that, under different circumstances, would signify fear instead of the original joy it was intended for. "RAYYYY!" an excited girl squeals from the opposite end of the playground. Her dark brown hair is scraped back into a painfully tight ponytail as she races toward your daughter.

The two girls jump up and down gleefully, holding each other closely. It's a nice seeing her not alone.

You're so engrossed in watching your daughter giggle with her friend that you fail to notice the tall man standing next to you. What catches your attention first is his cologne—it's expensive.

The scent of thick oak is overpowering on its own, but it's tempered by the most unremarkable shower gel known to man.

"They're cute, aren't they?" he asks, causing you to turn your head and face him. You bite your lower lip for a moment, trying to figure out who this guy is. "Yeah... they are," you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Your words come out ruder than you intended, but you can't be bothered to fix your manners when a surprisingly attractive man is staring at your daughter, enjoying her time with another child. If you weren't genuinely confused about his identity, you might have reacted more strongly. Instead, you stand there, arms folded and brow furrowed.

"I'm... sorry, I'm Gabi's dad," he explains, his tone surprisingly apologetic.

That's her name.

"I'm Raya's dad," you reply, nodding toward the two girls. Hearing who he is instantly eases your fear that he might be something worse than just a father.

An awkward silence ensues as the man continues to study your appearance, seemingly taking you in. With a soft laugh, he smiles at you—a warm and irritatingly charismatic smile. "You don't look like a dad," he grins.

You open your mouth to give him a sharp, quick-witted retort, but your expression falters when you realize your mistake. Refusing to let this stranger have the upper hand in your first interaction, you smirk at him. "What do you mean?" you ask, poking your tongue past your lips to swipe across your teeth.

He instantly catches on to your smirk, and to be honest, it's endearing. "Because you don't look likea typical dad," he responds, matching your quickness. The same mischievous grin is plastered on both of your faces as you engage in a playful stare-down.

This morning, when you hastily applied expired mascara and cheap lip balm while trying to wake up Raya, you never expected to encounter such an annoyingly funny and undeniably attractive man—by your standards, at least.

With high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and broad shoulders, anyone would take a second look at him.

The loud peal of the school bell interrupts your scrutinizing gaze, drawing your attention back to your daughter. You quickly give her a kiss on the cheek, and she instinctively wipes it away while giving you a glare, before you push her towards the school entrance.

The man—whose name you still don't know, aside from being Gabi's father—does the same, but his daughter doesn't wipe away the kiss.

"When I asked who you were, I was hoping for a name," you mutter, mostly to yourself, but hoping he hears it too.

"Miguel," he responds, his voice lacking the warmth he had when his daughter was present.

"I'm..." you begin to introduce yourself, but he cuts you off, his voice now tinged with cockiness.

"I know who you are," he says, raising an eyebrow. Your scoff makes it clear how creepy he sounds. "Gabi talks about Raya a lot, and with you being her mother, it's only natural."

You narrow your eyes at Miguel, feeling a mix of surprise and curiosity. Raya is your world, and beyond that, you've kept everything else tightly guarded. It's a defense mechanism, a way to shield yourself from potential hurt or judgment.

"What exactly does Gabi say about Raya?" you ask, your voice tinged with caution. You're not sure if you should be flattered or concerned that your daughter is a topic of conversation between Miguel and his daughter.

Miguel chuckles, seemingly amused by your response. "She just talks about how funny and cool Raya is," he replies. "They've become good friends at school. Gabi is always excited to see her."

There's feel a sense of relief that washes over you. It's comforting to know that Raya has found a friend who appreciates her for who she is.

“Well I need to go,” you say while motioning over to the school gates. “Work and stuff.”

He nods his head, expression just as nonchalant as it was moments ago.

***

After dropping off Raya at school, and a brief yet intriguing conversation with Miguel, you head back home. It's considerably warmer now than it was before; sun poking out of the clouds, shining down onto the leaf-littered pavement. The odd car whizzes past and it's all you can do to jump away in time before it splashes you in murky brown liquid.

Fortunately for you, you don't have to leave for work until ten so you get some time to yourself. As soon as you unlock the door to your apartment, it took longer than you'd like to admit as you forgot which way to turn the key, you flop down onto the worn-in sofa. It creaks beneath you- a sign that you need to get a new one.

If you had the money, you would. God, if you had the money you’d move out of this shitty apartment and into… anywhere else. Maybe a house on the coast would be nice, or one of those fancy condos by Raya’s school. Either way, you want out.

You feel your eyes grow heavy, the temptation to allow yourself a few moments of sleep all too good. With a low groan, you pull yourself up off the sofa and drag your feet over to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee.

You open the jar only to find a minuscule amount granules left- six to be exact. All you want is that burst of energy and yet you are denied it. “Fuck me,” you grumble under your breath.

***

Even though it was a painfully short moment between the two of you, Miguel decides you are tolerable. Okay, maybe you’re more than tolerable, he'll settle for bearable as he's feeling especially nice today. You’re funny, well that might be a bit dramatic since he hasn’t even had a proper conversation with you, but you made him laugh- internally that is.

But right now he needs to push you, the nice lady with a pretty smile and even prettier face, out of his mind. He has to focus on this paperwork that's been sitting on his desk for God knows how long.

Begrudgingly, he picks up his pen with a sigh and starts scrawling his signature on the limitless reams of paper. It's all nonsense about him signing off on random projects, and safety procedures and- those sweet lips.

Something about you is intoxicating. Even when he was skimming through the infinite amount of universes, you didn't seem that special. Yes, there were the odd facts that caught his attention but everything else just seemed… dull. So why now, after not even a full five minutes of your company, can't he get you out of his head?

At first, he assumes it's because you’re oddly charismatic but that's not it. You weren't even trying, you just didn't want him to pull a fast one on you. Maybe, just maybe, he underestimated your personality and being around you as a real person and not some fact file actually made you likeable- no, bareable.

Double checking his office door is closed and the blind is pulled down over the frosted glass before sliding back into his chair. “LYLA,” he calls out, words muffled by his head in his hands.

There’s a small glitch next to him that quickly turns into a digitalized woman. “You called?” LYLA asks, hands on her hips.

Fuck he feels guilty but maybe seeing that cocky smirk on your face will ease the culpability he’s feeling. “You… you know what I want and I don’t want teasing or anything about it, just do it, ‘kay?” Miguel’s voice is gruff, full of an annoyance he doesn’t even know he’s feeling.

“Why would I tease you about wanting to innocently look at something?” she drawls with a smirk.

He shoots her a look, an unamused one at that. Giggling childishly, LYLA pulls up a screen full of writing. Miguel’s eyes flicker back and forth trying to find something until he catches a glimpse of your name.

He swipes and flicks the blue pixels a few times before your socials are pulled up. It’s nothing much, just your Twitter, Facebook and a surprising amount of Instagram accounts. That, makes him laugh. He can tell exactly which ones are the accounts you use for stalking people and which ones are for actually posting things.

There are mostly pictures of you and Raya together on days out but there are a few of you on nights out nights out alone. He immediately notices you never post anything with friends and it’s oddly comforting because it’s not just drunk girls with smeared eyeliner that’s missing from your pictures. It’s a boyfriend as well.

Not that he wants to fill that missing gap in your selfies, he's just feeling a little lonely cooped up in his office. He's in this universe for Gabi and no one else, not the lady with a pretty smile.

Just as he’s about to zoom in on a picture that shows an alluring amount of your cleavage, LYLA cuts him off. “I like her smile,” she says while getting up a different picture. This time it’s one of you and Raya in last year's Halloween costumes. Pirates. That’s the two of you had dressed up as.

You’d drawn a black beard on her face, Raya’s outfit cute with the oversized black and white striped shirt meanwhile you… A tight black and red corset pushes your chest in a way that makes something inside Miguel stir.

He shouldn't be looking at you like this- it's wrong and perverse. The two of you only met today and yet he's salivating over a picture of you in a Halloween costume. Yet he can't stop himself from allowing his body to react to the way you look.

That feeling slips down from his chest to his gut until it eventually reaches his crotch. You look so pretty like that, cheeks appled and eyes wide as you pull a stupid face with your daughter. The picture is innocent enough in its own right but seeing you in something ever so slightly revealing makes his brain malfunction.

He bets could make you prettier, more gorgeous than ever if you let him. His cum painting your perfectly plump lips and his hands gripping bruises into your supple flesh.

[forourpoets]

thinking about how Miguel would come back home at night and you would be waiting for him and you tried sooooo hard to keep yourself awake so that when he comes you could greet him and give him a big fat kiss and hugs but feel asleep on the couch the tv would be on and your book that you were reading to keep yourself awake and how gently with warm brown eyes full of love and care he will look at your sleeping form and how he would kiss your forehead and there is just sooo much appreciation protectiveness care and love for you in his eyes

[vosveti]

Miguel O’Hara Dad Chronicles

Part 2 - Movie night

[atlasscrumpit]

Dad Miguel O'Hara x Child Reader

(you're about five or six years old) 

Miguel woke up in the middle of the night to hear a scream. He immediately jumped out of bed and ran to your room to see you on the floor sobbing your eyes out and holding your arm.

"Y/N! What happened?" He asked, rushing towards you and kneeling onto the ground.

"I-I rolled out of bed and landed on my arm." You managed to stutter out through your tears.

Miguel took your arm and gently examined it before you screamed in pain.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I think we need to go to the hospital, I know you don't like it but I'll be with you." He said as you shook your head.

"No! No please daddy I don't want to." You shouted in a panic as Miguel held your face in his hand.

"Love, let's take a breath. I know you're in pain but panicking will make it worse. I need you to be a brave girl for me, darling. I'll be right there with you the entire time, it won't be scary and you won't be alone." He said in a calming voice as you began to calm down.

"Okay, daddy." You whispered as he smiled, he picked you up and sat you on your bed.

"Stay here, darling. I'm going to get what I need and get changed then I'll come back and get you into a coat, okay?" He said as you nodded and snuffled softly.

Eventually he came back and helped you get dressed, careful to not hurt your arm anymore than it already was.

He grabbed a hand towel and made a make shift sling for you. 

"Come on, love. We need to get into the car." He said gently picking you up in his arms and carrying you into the elevator. 

You sat in the car trying to hold in your tears. 

"Please, don't leave me there." You whispered on the verge of tears. 

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm not leaving, ever, okay?" He said turning to you a little. 

"You're being really brave for me, darling. After this I promise to buy you a new stuffed animal and some ice cream. Does that sound good?" Miguel asked seeing a small smile on your face. 

"Yes, please." You muttered making him smile. 

--

You had fallen asleep in the waiting room against Miguel's chest. 

He gently played with your hair until a doctor finally called your name. 

Miguel gently woke you up and walked you into the doctors office, you wouldn't let go of Miguel's hand. 

"Let's have a look." The doctor said as you hid your face in Miguel's chest. 

"Just tell me where it hurts, dear." The doctor said as he began to examine your arm, you screamed in pain and sobbed into Miguel's chest. 

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's alright you're doing so well." Miguel reassured you as he wrapped his arms around you. 

"We'll have to get an X-ray but it I think it's safe to say it's broken." The man said as Miguel nodded. 

--

Miguel felt like he was ready to pass out, considering it was now 6am in the morning and all of this had happened at 12am.

But, eventually everything was settled, your arm was only fractured and not fully broken so it only needed a temporary cast. 

Miguel drove home as you sat in the passenger seat and tried to stay awake, making Miguel chuckle softly. 

"Go to sleep, darling. I'll carry you to bed." He said as your head lulled to the side and you passed out cold. 

Miguel decided it was best to let you sleep in his bed for the moment, it was bigger and he could easily keep an eye on you. 

You were fast asleep as Miguel laid beside you and watched you sleep. 

He gently took your uninjured hand in his and slowly fell asleep beside you.