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

▸ TEN ◂

The next day, Miguel wouldn't let you work even though you felt fine. Your sides ached here and there if you twisted too much, but there was no more pain from breathing or walking. So now you were paying Mary Jane and Mayday a visit to spend the day.

"So what have you been up to, (y/n)?" Mary asks as she holds Mayday. "I heard you got hurt on the job recently. Are you okay?"

"I feel great, practically all healed up now. Only Miguel won't let me work. He wants me to rest for all of today." You roll your eyes, cooing at Mayday.

"Peter noticed how close the two of you have gotten," Mary teased, "he mentions it here and there."

You laugh, feel shy, "Well, to be honest . . . I'm not sure what we are, but we're in the early stages of a relationship?"

Mary quirks a brow, a knowing smile growing on her face, "Oh? Have you guys kissed yet?"

You scratch your head, "Hmm, yes . . . We have."

You grow pink at the thought of kissing Miguel. It was so immature to get so red from the mere thought of him. But you couldn't help it.

"Aw, I'm happy for you guys. You're good for each other, and fit together real nice." Mary smiles warmly at you. Mayday squeals in agreement.

Your heart swells, "Thank you, Mary. That means a lot to me."

After your girly visit of dressing up and watching some movies with Mayday, you decide to head home for the night. You decide that once you see Miguel, you will argue to let yourself work again. There was work that needed to be done, and Alchemax to be stopped--

You notice Miguel outside the door of your room. You notice he's in a white button-up with smooth grey slacks. You wonder why he is wearing something so fancy so you call out his name.

"Miguel? What are you doing?" You walk towards him.

He jumps and quickly hides something colorful behind him as you approach. You grow skeptical as a smile appears on your face, did he bring you flowers?

"(Y/n)? I thought you were in your room this whole time. Where have you been?" He turned serious but concerned.

You laughed and waved him off, "I paid Mary and Mayday a visit. I have had nothing to do all day. Speaking of which-"

Miguel cuts you off, "Ah, wait. Before I get an earful about how you want to get back to work. . ."

He trails off and brings out a bouquet of deep red roses behind him, "I was hoping you'd go out to dinner with me tonight?"

Taken aback, you didn't know what to say, "Oh, Miguel, I . . . But the anomalies-"

"I managed to get the other spiders to cover for us tonight. No interruptions. " He held a smug look on his face.

You laughed, "Oh? Someone came prepared."

He shrugged, "Only for you, mi amor. Now, go get ready and dress nice. I'm going to take you somewhere fancy."

You giggle and let him in while you get ready. You tried to go at a decently fast pace, just so you'd look nice with the effort, but also so Miguel doesn't wait long. The process went by quickly with washing your face, putting makeup on, combing and styling your hair . . . And then it comes down to picking a blue or a red dress.

"I'm finished, are you ready to go?"

You step out, seeing Miguel on the couch. He looks up, and his jaw slightly drops. Slowly standing up with a look of awe on his face, he strides towards you. Your (picked color) dress shined as you did a small twirl.