Y!Miguel O'Hara x reader (fem)

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Miguel soared through the night, holding a small body close to his. Feet touched ground and a door opened, following in with Miguel carrying y/n.

Y/n was set on his apartment couch, a blanket spread over her. Miguel walked to the kitchen and grabbed the whole coffee jar and started drinking it. He was exhausted from running around all day with idiots.

He glancing over at her, a smile forming to his face. It was a weird feeling he couldn't describe. And, he hadn't felt anything near it for a long time. Not since Gabriella was gone.

Miguel padded over to his armchair in the living room and grabbed the remote, turning on a action movie. 

He sat there, staring blanklessy into the screen, occasionally looking over at y/n. Her face looked so calm, so peaceful. 

Sighing, he relaxed back in the comfortable chair, looking out the window into the city of future. Miguel sighed once more and got up, walking over to get changed in his bedroom. 

He was gone, leaving the movie on in case she woke up. Soon enough though, he came out in pajamas and another cup of coffee. It seemed he had a coffee maker in his room too-

He was in the kitchen, putting away stuff when he saw movement of a blanket. It wiggled around and an arm flopped off the couch ledge, just chilling there.

Miguel raised a brow and slowly creeped over to see it better. He now stood in front of the couch, a bit over to the side looming over her. 

Her eyes twitched and soon opened, blood red irises staring out to the blank world. She blinked slowly and groaned as she picked herself to sit up a bit.

"W-Where..? Am I.."

Miguel just kept watching her and she soon found him, staring at his face before looking around her surroundings.

Her face was drowned in confusion and panic. As this panic set in, her eyes became once again normal with e/y irises filled with worry.

"WHERE AM I."

He watched her and backed up a foot.

"Your in my apartment." He said nonchalantly.

She hopped off the couch quickly, heels clacking against the wooden flooring below. Y/n slid down the main hall and reached for the main door, her fingers just grazing the handle before a voice spoke up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

She turned to him and gave him a shitty glare.

"I'm getting back home, I don't care what you say!"

Y/n turned back towards the door and once more gripped the handle, squeezing it in her palm. Miguel's brows furrowed and he shot a web to her feet, dragging her off balance and pulling her back towards him.

She scratched at the wood, leaving claw marks. He pulled back the web and held her upside down, staring through her eyes.

"Your not going anywhere. Your staying here."

She growled at him and scratched his hand, making him release her. She dropped to the floor as Miguel gripped his hand in pain, then looking at her wobble toward the door.

He walked forward and grabbed her from behind, his arm wrapped around her torso, holding her in place against him. 

His head leaned near her air and he spoke.

"Don't make me hurt you."

His breathe ticked her neck and sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/n was shaking out of fear and Miguel could sense it. He chuckled, a sadistic grin smothered on his face like sweet syrup.

"Come on, don't be scared." He said in a lulling voice.

"I'll keep you safe kid. You won't get into any trouble anymore.."

Miguel slowly dragged you away from the door, placing you on the couch. He glared over at you as he sat down on the armchair, right across from you.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks, all the threatening venom from seconds before gone.

She curled up in a ball and hid her face away from the tainting world. 

"Fine, then I pick which movie." Miguel said with lacking care for her 'attitude'. He clicked buttons on the remote and turned on Indiana Jones and the Lost Crusaders.

They both sat in silence, him sometimes peeking over to her still in her ball. He knew she couldn't hold a ball much longer, so he didn't freak about it.

She looked through a hole between her fingers on the screen, watching as Indiana Jones leaped through vines in a forest, determination and courage painted on his face. She must say that is was marveling how brave he was.

Sure, she may act tough, but she was just still a little girl being picked on with nicknames like fangs and wombat.

Miguel looked over once again to see that she had moved, from the sound of cushions. He looked over and was met with y/n hoarding the pillows around her as armor. She caught him looking and grumbled, sinking her head in the little fortress she created.

He only smirked and looked back towards the tv, seeing the amazing Mr.Jones escape daring journeys.

Within minutes, the movie ended. He turned the tv off and looked over at her, and her glaring back at him.

"I want to go back home." She mumbled beneath pillows.

Miguel looked down at the floor, then the ceiling. 

"No. You are home in the safety of me."

She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed.

"This place is not my home!" She yelled through the pillows.

Miguel didn't appreciate her tone one bit. She acted like a little brat. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, his eyes glaring daggers through y/n.

"It is now."

She shrunk into the couch, hiding behind piles of pillows. Her heart was racing with fear and anxiety creeping up like a ghost does a victim.

"Please, I wanna go to my real home. I wanna see my mom!" She sniffled.

Y/n wrapped her arms around and hugged herself with sadness on her face. Miguel sat up in his seat and stood up, walking over to the couch. He sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her into a side hug.

It only made things worse for her. She hyperventilated as she pushed slightly away from him.

He held her hand, squeezing it in his larger hand. She pulled from it, him just gripping tighter.

"It's okay little one."

"I just wanna go home..." she whined.

"Oh but you are sweetheart."