I love your fics! Can i please have a Miguel O'hara x Fem Reader where she bumps into a abusive ex and she gets scared/uncomfortable. So Miguel being the protective and territorial person he is steps in and handles the situation (maybe even fights the guy), and Miguel gets all sappy and soft letting her know he loves her and will protect her always. Fluff plzUwU
‘Protector’
Miguel O’Hara x girlfriend reader
Warnings; 4k!! mentions of abusive ex, sad flashbacks that involve some violence. Like *Choking and screaming* Little bit of angst, panic attacks mentioned too. But I squeezed in more fluff than y’all can imagine! Please be careful with what you want to read. Enjoy
Summary; after not being in a relationship for over a few months, you start to try again with an adorable scientist, Miguel O’Hara. Overall he seems very sweet and kind at the start of your growing relationship, but you can’t help but worry he might be like you ex. Until one day he proves to be the total opposite.
Author’s note: Hiiii love!!! Thank you for this request!! I’m so happy I got one! So I hope this meets your expectations, let me know :) much love and hugs!!
Diing Diing!
The clanking bells alarmed you that a customer had just walked into the large 3-story library you work at in New York City. A smile went up your face as you waved and greeted a couple of college girls who passed by with smiles and their little coffees.
This library in particular was special to you, it had a great view of the magnificent city, many customers came by and 99% of the time found what they needed, it was a place of a new fresh start after leaving an abusive relationship, and better than all of those things aforementioned, it was the place where you found Miguel O’Hara, your new boyfriend.
Miguel was a scientist, he worked at Alchemax and came by often to the library to retrieve books he needed for his job. He was always a regular customer as your boss had mentioned, but he said he came by more often when you started working there everyday.
Which was true, you saw him very often, maybe 8 times in a span of 5 days, he walked in and out with a new scientific book or one about chemicals, and you’d be the one to check them out.
It wasn’t hard to miss him when he walked in, he had a broad form and looked very different from the rest- oh and he always wore that white coat that made his arms bulge out more than they should, and really shape his V back perfectly.
Every time his curly jet black hair was always combed back with his calloused fingers as he would approach the front desk and ask you how your day was, even if you had seen him earlier that morning.
Flashback-
“Hi! I-uh.. came to get these checked out... how’s your day been- like so far?”
You beamed a smile at his sorta shyness, which wasn’t normal for him. He wasn’t particularly hyper and such, but his speech was always confidently spoken. Nonetheless you took the 1000 paged book about Chemistry and scanned it while responding,
“It’s been a little busier, now that college started for the kiddos, they’ve been in and out of here like crazy. But overall good.”
His warm brown eyes hadn’t met yours as one of his hands were stuffed in his pockets and the other inched for the book in your hand, but he smiled and replied,
“Oh that’s nice, just don’t.. uh overwork yourself corazo- ma’am.”
You giggled while putting the book in its paper bag while suggesting,
“You can call me corazen- Is that how you say it?”
Miguel finally let his eyes look at you and you could see he held a slight uncertainty, but he did correct you kindly,
“It’s corazon.. i-it means ‘heart’.”
‘Awww... that’s so sweet... Damien would have never said that.’
Warmth filled your insides and you could’ve bet a million dollars that your cheeks were beet red, it wasn’t a doubt you found this mountain of a man absolutely adorable like a puppy, and extremely hot. You slid the book in a paper bag towards him carefully and added,
“Well thank you for correcting me-“
You then read his tag and went on,
“Dr.O’Hara... would you like anything else?”
For a second time his eyes locked on yours, and he took a deep breath before rapidly taking out his hand out from his pocket. You gasped lowly and flinched back at the action, your eyes wide. But Miguel caught your action and felt guilty for scaring you, and comforted you immediately with his words,
“Sorry! Umm.. ay coño.. just call me Miguel.. and.. would you like to go out at some time?”
You were now a couple feet away from the desk, but when you saw the little paper he had put out on top, you slowly came back.
A frown made a small line between his eyebrows, you too felt back for scaring away, but you couldn’t help but have that kind of reflex to certain gestures. You couldn’t meet his eyes after what you did, but his gentle voice gave you a slight confirmation that it was ok,
“Corazon?... it’s ok if you can’t-“
“I can! Yes.. yes... I’m sorry-“
“Please don’t be.. it was me that was weird then-“
“You’re not weird I swear... I was the one that acted dramatically-“
“You’re perfect.. I swear that you are.”
Honesty and adoration was read all over him, something you’ve never seen in another man but could detect. With a warm smile you made the move to agree with him, though you were hoping he was right.
“Ok...”
Miguel first smiled then wore a frown with a question,
“Ok.. as in the date or-“
You quickly quipped,
“Is it too much to ask for both?”
With a shake to his head Miguel tapped the table and took his bag,
“For you? Not at all corazon.. at 6 tomorrow.. because you clock out at 5 right?”
In surprise at how he knew when you got off of work had you smiling a bit brighter, as you couldn’t remember the last time someone remembered something so small about you.
“Yes! Ah.. thanks for noticing, and giving me time.”
With a wink and a last wave Miguel sweetly promised,
“You’re worth all my time.”
End of flashback-
You never thought that being 6 months into your new relationship would be leading after that first date with Miguel.
And you have never been happier than ever. He was the absolute most gentle person ever, he never lifted his voice and was calm in every situation. He was the total opposite of what you dragged yourself into with your last relationship... which was toxic and abusive.
Damien was the asshole’s name, and with him, degrading words were always shouted at you, new bruises would appear around your wrists or neck every time he got angry, your lipstick was never smeared from being kissed and loved... instead your mascara was always messed up and painted teary lines down your cheeks.
You’d flinch when a voice was raised higher than normal or you’d panic for a second at someone moving too fast towards you. As in the past Damien would scream at you endlessly and out of no where sprint towards you to lay his hands on you to hurt you. But now as you had run away from him and started a whole new life far away- as so you thought.
You worked hard to be more normal and confident, and read people and understand that some moved the same way but had different actions and intentions behind them.
Like when Miguel would reach suddenly to brush your hair behind your ear, you had to learn that he was caring for you, and not going to choke you. Or when he’d come from behind you to hug you, day by day you grew to accept how he was loving on you and not going to drag you away to hurt you.
So little things like that, you were trying to give a chance to think differently of, so you could heal. And to not say the least, but Miguel had seen the trauma you were in from when you first dated, he had seen and heard how you asked for reassurance on everything you did, and even apologized your heart out when you accidentally laughed a little louder at a funny moment, or when a drop of coffee landed on his shirt, face filled with dread and worry at what he’d say or do to you.
But ever sense that night, Miguel swore on his life that he’d never let you go, and that he’d protect you forever from whoever would want to cause you harm. And he also knew, that if he ever ran into your ex, it’d be the last time he ever did.
—————-
Diiiin Diiing!!
The library was already close to closing time, so when you heard the ding, you called out to let them know,
“Hi! Welcome to-“
In horror you dropped the books you were holding, letting them crash onto the floor and even allowing the hard cover book land on its corner onto your foot. The day you hoped would never come, finally came.
In all his wicked glory, stood your ex, Damien, at your counter. With an erratic heartbeat and shaky hands you moved down to the floor to pick up the books, feeling like the helpless little girl you were when he had you. Fear wasn’t enough to describe what had you losing your breath and movement, as venom came out of his mouth.
“Wow.. even after all this time your still a clumsy bitch huh? Pathetic.”
Words cut sharp like knives at your heart and you could feel how deep into your gut that tossed stone of words went. Instantly it was like if you went to robotic mode with him, like if he had control over you. His black eyes bore into your now glossy eyes as you fixed the books on the counter and replied with a stutter,
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop it- it was an accident-“
“An accident like how you dropped your coffee on my shoes or how you step on my brand new shoes at your cousins wedding? You’re an accident. A mistake- like how’d you even get the job?”
Shrugging slowly was all you could muster, words hanging in your throat. But a harsh slam of his hand hitting against the counter had you jump and responding verbally,
“I-I’m not sure.. my boss thinks I’m efficient and qu-quick.”
And in that moment you had a very quick slip up in your mind, making you scold yourself and remember Miguel’s words, which were honest and uplifting,
‘Don’t be weak!! Remember what Miguel said- Never let anyone tell you you’re not good enough at what you do. You’re perfect and strong, stand up for it.’
You then took a deep breath and said forwardly,
“I’m good enough for this. So just- just please leave me alone.”
A dry laugh met your ears along with more degrading words,
“You’ll never get it huh? No matter what you do without me you’ll never be good enough. I gave you power-“
He gave you the power of fear, fearing all the time, the power of tears, that you cried every night after a scandal he put up. So you worded confidently,
“No you didn’t. You were toxic and abusive. The only power you gave me was to fear you.. but that’s over. Now go-“
You tired really tried your best to stand strong, but it didn’t work out well and it opened old wounds when he dared to raise his voice and slam his hand on the counter again,
Bam!!
“TOXIC?! Wow! Look at you calling the kettle black little girl. You see, you were the toxic one for always disobeying me and saying ‘no’. You were toxic for not letting me love you like I wanted to- I TRIED OK? I did! That you didn’t like rough and all was your little immature and weakling problem, but that’s what happens when you don’t play nice with your daddy.”
Internally you bled as he slashed you open with every word and movement, making you feel less and less like the person you had become.
Miguel’s words fading in your mind as Damien added a new one and went on like a broken record. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you let it out as a gasp when he slammed his hand again and demanded your attention,
“HEY! Aren’t you listening?! Do I have to hit the side of your head so it clicks? Don’t you remember how well that method worked?!”
Diiiing Diiiing!!
Miguel had just walked in with your favorite dinner meal from the coffee shop near by, carrying his on the other hand so he could join you for his little break too.
Just as you had dropped your stuff in fear, so did he.. but he felt a deep concern instead. He witnessed a man half his size tower over the counter and lean towards you with an accusing finger, shoulders visibly moving in aggression.
But what choked his air was your face- oh god how he hated the look of fear on you, it was as if death was standing before you. Miguel immediately walked up and called out to you first, not wanting to scare the man and cause more to happen, as he didn’t know what was up with him.
“Amor? What’s going on?”
The man whipped his head towards Miguel and only smirked at him and said to him while still staring deeply,
“Sir you’ll have to come back later-“
Huffing in disbelief at this guy’s audacity, Miguel turned his attention back to you and saw tears coming down your eyes, making him ask right away,
“Amor, what did he do to you?”
Blocking you with his body Damien bit,
“Why are you assuming I did something wrong?”
At seeing your teary eyes and wet cheeks, Miguel instantly grew defensive and very angry at the man that stood in front of you being an asshole. Miguel knew by his tone that he had probably done something to you, and that only made him more furious... until it clicked for him, who he was.
‘That’s the bitch.. Damien. Mierda.. your so going to wish you never walked in here.’
With an authoritative voice Miguel called out to you,
“Go to the back, and don’t come out.”
He wouldn’t want you to see the ugly side of him that came out when he defended those he’d kill for. He wouldn’t want you to accidentally translate his harshness towards enemies as that he could probably hurt you too with those same hands. No, he o my wanted you to see and know that his hands would only show love and care to you.
So you taking the chance that you knew Miguel wouldn’t dare let Damien come after you, you ran to the back immediately and didn’t look back. Knowing you’d probably pass out from seeing more of the monster that hurt you so much.
———
Miguel back up front then cracked his knuckles and threatened,
“And you, step away from the counter-“
“Why should I? I haven’t done anything to her-“
“And you won’t, ever again. Now I suggest you go and leave her alone-“
“And what are you going to do if I don’t huh? You think I’m scared-“
“Que idiota... You will be. The only fighting you know is how to hit women... try hitting me. I dare you.”
Thinking Miguel wouldn’t try anything, as he was a much larger man, Damien stupidly went at him. But being Spider-Man in disguise had its perks to self defense and fighting skills. So reaching close enough to him, Miguel then side stepped and watched Damien fall forward, hence letting him catch his back collar and slam him to the ground.
Breath knocked out of his lungs at the single action had Damien laying on the ground trying to catch air, but Miguel refused it to him when he hovered over him and held onto his neck tightly with one hand, constricting the airway.
“Thought you liked choking? And pain?”
Damien’s face turned red and Miguel’s heart pinched at the thought of his love and life being in this painful position, because of this low life monster under him. It only made him growl and add to the fire and squeeze harder, not caring about how Damien silently cried for release,
“Hm? Hijo de puta.. vete al carajo... and never come back. If not I’ll make sure you never do.”
And with that Miguel slammed his back one last time to the ground, ignoring the small crack he heard, and then got up, lastly spitting out in a loud voice,
“Now get the hell out! I don’t want to see you around her ever again!!”
Like a cowered dog Damien scurried away, running out the door and going far off, not caring about the weird looks people gave him for how crazy and scared he looked.
Miguel didn’t give him a second thought before darting towards the back room to get you. When he approached the door he knew it’d be locked, so he knocked gently and called out,
“Amor? It’s me.. Miguel. Can you open up?”
Sniffles and hard gasps were heard on the other side, causing him to freak out a bit and call to you again,
“Baby it’s ok. Amor I’m here and it’s safe-“
“I-Is he gone??”
Miguel could hear your short breaths between words and he could feel it in his gut that you were hitting panic mode. So as soft as possible he tried to tell you,
“Yes amor.. he’s gone. I promise, open the door por favor.. I want to see you.”
Silence filled the room a bit. It he then heard the smallest-
click!
As always Miguel never degraded you but instead praised you, even for the smallest things, like unlocking the door.
“Gracias amor, good job baby.”
Slowly he opened it and his heart ripped apart at the sight of your cowered form in the corner of the closet, breath hitching and your small hands trying to wipe away the large tears that rained down on your stained cheeks. With his arms opened to you Miguel did his best to word out everything and let you know what he’d do beforehand,
“Ok amor, I’m going to come to walk to you... can I touch you-“
Your hand inched for him as you whimpered,
“I can- I can’t breathe. hel-p me.”
Hearing you hiccuping for air had Miguel grabbing your face gently, pulling you towards him slowly as he tried to talk you through it to calm you down,
“You’re ok amor. Respira.”
His hand laid on your heart as he led yours to lay on his, he wanted you to work on matching your breathing with is. His other hand held the back of your neck gently and leaned your forehead on his as he went on praising and comforting,
“Just like that amor, breathe. You’re doing so well-“
“I feel so sc-scared.. like if it’s all in my throat-“
“I know amor-“
“I didn’t know what to-to do-“
“It’s not your fault-“
You tried to push away and bury yourself in dark thoughts of untruth,
“But it is! I let him... how could you lo-love someone like me that folds- Mmph!!”
Miguel wouldn’t have it, he loved you too much to let you drown in hurtful thoughts, so to silence your head and words, he had pulled you in for a deep kiss.
Instantly it had helped you stopped thinking crap about yourself and doubt everything with Miguel, and it helped you calm your breathing as you felt him move his lips against yours softly yet firmly. Your hands wrapped around his neck and brought him back closer to you, not wanting to let go. Miguel then pulled away, but only enough to mumble coherently,
“I love you *kiss* and you’re safe *kiss* I won’t hurt you *kissssss* I got you amor *kiss kiss* I’m not going anywhere without you *kiss*.”
The kisses in between confirmations had calmed you down right away, feeling his hands embrace you and run over your arms and waist gently had got you to stop fidgeting as well. With a one last kiss to your head, Miguel slowly stood up, helping you stand as his arms wrapped around you, he then suggested to you,
“Let’s go home amor, c’mere. Tomorrow’s your day off anyways and we can get up late to and rest.”
You were about to walk out in hand with him, but Miguel had different plans as he was feeling still protective over you and wanted you close. He crouched down a bit and worded,
“Jump and wrap your legs around me-“
“Mig-“
“It’s ok amor, don’t worry about anything.. I got you.”
No more doubt rested in you at the thought of him carrying you, so you gladly accepted and jumped in his arms. You looked small in his arms, but you felt so safe and secure as one of his large arms held you up. He grabbed your bags of food and let you hold them as he helped you clock out and lock up.
Your head rested in his neck as your arms wrapped around him, when he had taken off his coat to drape over you. He didn’t mind to walk you home to your apartment that was two blocks away, as long as you were with him he was content.
Once home you both ate comfortably and soon were cuddling in bed, Miguel the whole time held you close and promised to keep you safe, letting you know that you’d never see your ex again, and when you asked how that would be possible, he stated,
“Just let me take care of it Amor... you’ll be ok. Now rest baby.. I’ll be here with you in the morning.. I texted my boss that I won’t be coming in. So sleep amor.”
You lifted your head off his chest and pecked his lips as you thanked him,
“Thank you... for everything. I don’t deserve you-“
Miguel held your cheek and insisted,
“You deserve all of me and more.. and I’ll remind you everyday until you believe it.”
He kissed away your tears and kissed you once more as you nodded,
“Ok... I love you.”
“I love you so much more. Te voy a amar... por siempre.”
And with that you had passed out in his arms, cuddled close to his chest, your heart beats synchronizing as one.
Miguel made sure you had passed out deeply, before sliding out of bed and kissing you back to sleep as he covered you completely and made sure you were ok, before leaving the place. He had a promise to keep, and he intended to do it as fast as possible.
—————-
“He’s yours.”
Officer Jefferson Davis looked at Miguel with a frown as he saw the beat up Damien in who he knew as Spider-Man 2099’s hands. Jefferson grabbed Damien and asked,
“Well what did this punching bag do?”
Damien cried pathetically as he tried to reach for Miguel,
“He’s crazy! I didn’t do anything! Aren’t you supposed to fight villains and not civilians?!?”
Miguel stood tall and interrupted him,
“You harassed the library lady today, and threatened to hurt her. Villains hurt people.. and you like to hurt women.. so that makes you a villain. And I’m not going to let that happen.”
Jefferson nodded his head in agreement and replied to Spider-Man,
“That’s good enough to lock him up for a while-“
He then pulled Damien towards an Officer as he added,
“-you look like the kind of loser that pulls those stunts- damn my wife would beat your ass. Get him in cuffs and to the station. He doesn’t deserve a hospital-“
“But I think he broke my arms!-“
Jefferson rolled his eyes and huffed,
“Good! Now you’ll have another reason why to not hit women!”
Once he was dragged away, he went to thank Spider-Man,
“I appreciate this. It’s hard to catch these guys sometimes, but I’m glad you keep an eye out for them and for the community.”
Shaking his hand Miguel responded,
“It’s not a problem.. just.. just keep in him there for the longest time you can.”
Jefferson understood without needing more, so he promised,
“I’ll make sure of that. Now I need to go make sure that happens-“
With a salute Miguel bid,
“You do that Sir. Have a goodnight.”
Saluting back Jefferson smiled,
“You too Spider-Man.”
Back at home, and in your arms, Miguel smiled to himself at seeing your peaceful self, knowing you wouldn’t be hurt by Damien ever again. Softly he placed a kiss on your cheek and whispered,
“He won’t hurt you again.. te amo.”
Now he held you close to him and soon fell asleep to the sound of your breathing and warmth against him. Both of you sleeping soundly in peace and security.
Spanish translations:
Corazon- heart
Te voy a amar por siempre- I’ll love you forever
Que idiota- what an idiot
Hijo de puta- son of a bitch
Vete al carajo- go to hell
Respira- breathe
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