[⚠︎] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ SIX ◂

Since that vulnerable moment you shared with Miguel, the two of you have become more than strangers. That hug had somehow solidified a deeper connection, a relationship that had bloomed between you. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you developed an attraction to him that you didn't quite know how to navigate.

Shortly after, Miguel sat you down to discuss postponing your first mission, much to your frustration. It wasn't that he doubted your readiness; rather, the recent, rare event of four anomalies appearing in a single dimension had left him uneasy. He wanted to understand the cause before putting you at any risk. When it came to you, Miguel was always more cautious—an unspoken way he showed he cared.

"Alright, well, since you are continuing to hold me off," You cross your arms, mildly irritated, "You owe me. I cannot earn money around here without returning anomalies. I do not have anything in my empty apartment, Miguel. I need-"

Miguel interrupts you with a huff of amusement and simply hands you a heavy, metallic credit card. "Yeah, that was my bad. Use this to buy whatever you want."

"What?" You stare down at the luxury, inspecting the thick piece of metal incredulously, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, get whatever you want," He casually waves you off, "But don't go buying cheap stuff either, I don't want people thinking I'm a penny pincher."

Since then, the weeks had slowly drifted by as you awaited Miguel's permission. And with them, a lot of change settled into your life.

Using Miguel's credit card, you filled your apartment with strictly necessities, as you weren't used to selfishly indulging yourself. Miguel eventually had to command you after noticing your lack of purchase.

"(Y/N). I gave you that card so that you could treat yourself to anything you want." Miguel frowns, showing you a digital receipt of every bill sent to his card. The list was quite short and unimpressive.

"Yes, and I bought what I needed: soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, clothes." Your brows pull together in confusion, unable to see the issue.

"No, that's not what I meant." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I want you to buy everything you dreamed of having, things you missed out on. Jewelry, dresses, perfumes–whatever it is women like– all the things that might bring you joy. Treat yourself for once."

You open your mouth to protest, but Miguel raises a hand with an expression of amusement.

"No arguments. If I have to order it from you using authority, then I will," He pauses, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "(Y/N). I order you to buy yourself anything you desire."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you staring after him in bewilderment. "Yes... sir," you mutter, feeling a mix of emotions as you gaze down at the heavy card in your hand.

And so you did. You bought anything your eyes lingered on for too long, including fashionable garments, bathing products, colorful decorations, an elegant set of bedding items, and even skincare products. With each purchase, you felt lingering guilt, but coming home to a bright room made with love quickly washed it away.

Your room looked so much more lively now, full of color. It no longer echoed with hollowness but was filled with love and everything you adored. You never dreamed you would satisfy your hidden desires like this before, it was almost unreal. You owe it all to Miguel and often express your gratitude to him. But every time you tried, he would quickly turn away to hide his blush and awkwardly dismiss you.

Eventually, you decided to open yourself to friendships using your will to change. It first started with searching for Peter in hopes of spending time with Mayday again, only to be forced into being her babysitter. But it turned out wonderfully in the end, you were able to witness Mayday's first smile and build a growing friendship with Mary Jane.