Two Birds, Miguel O'Hara [ DRABBLE ]
— kicking off my blog opening with a little miguel x teen spider reader found family type shit hehe
father figure miguel x gn teen spider reader
warnings! — spoilers, mentions of illness/injury, implied death if you squint, slightly implied canon-typical violence.
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miguel o'hara who took you in when your earth came crumbling down. he mentored you, trained you, taught you almost everything you knew about being part of the spiderverse.
miguel o'hara who brought you lunches while you studied fighting techniques to do with pressure points, leaving you little notes that said things like: 'you rock!', 'study hard', 'stay focused :D'.
miguel o'hara who lyla is always making fun of for exhibiting prime examples of dad-like behaviour when it comes to you and is always overcome with anger every time. it's not like lyla was wrong, she almost never was, it's just that he hadn't had the best experience with children of his own.
he knows that you think of him as a positive male adult influence, a mentor, a guide, a tutor — a father figure. miguel never mentions anything about it because he's terrified that if he acknowledges it you'll be gone in a snap. he has every right to believe so.
miguel o'hara who rushes into the medical wing of the spider society when he's told you're running a high fever. he jumps over tables, pushes people out of the way, slams the doors open and demands to see you. and you, lying there so helplessly as sick as a dog. he sits beside you on a rather uncomfortable chair and waits — for anything. his eyes soften and his mouth pulls into a frown as he sees you lay there, still and oh so clammy.
miguel o'hara who is relieved when you awaken but you're drugged to the gills on pain meds. he holds your hands, softly.
"can you hear me?" he asks, desperate.
"are you okay? what's wrong?" he just wants to know how you got sick.
he's frustrated when all you do is giggle, your vision blurry but you know that voice. you know miguel's voice. you give his hand a gentle squeeze back and through the misty haze that you can see you reach one hand up to touch his face.
"heyyyy... dad!" you slur out, loopy and up in the clouds. you'd never say something like that under normal circumstances — you'd never want to strike a nerve considering he'd lost the only biological child he'd ever had.
miguel's eyes widen, his jaw clenched as he squeezed your hand a little tighter but not enough to cause harm. his face softens as you touch his face and he swears he almost sheds a tear.
"hurts.." you mumble, scrunching your eyebrows together and pointing to your head.
miguel blinks, a tear rolling down his cheek as he cups yours with a teary-eyed smile. "it's okay, baby," he whispers to you softly. "they're giving you pain killers."
you laugh and nod, telling him you know but that you wish they tasted like your favourite candy. he snorts, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand gently.
"you're soooo good, dad!" you tell him, eyes drooping as you drift off to sleep slowly.
miguel doesn't know what you mean by that but he kisses your head lightly as you lose consciousness, he stays sat beside you.
he was getting given the opportunity to have a child again, he thinks, and this time... this time he wasn't going to mess it up.
hellooo, first fic/drabble on here lets go?? i'm sick right now and it gave me this idea jsjsjdn i love him sm.
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