Miguel O'Hara x reader. (one shots)

clingy miggy

Miguel, your roommate for a year and half, was a big muscular guy not only that he kept it to himself, not rude but not open either. One day, he came home  looking very broken like he was on the verge of breaking down but was holding back. You, being a good roommate decided to ask him about it, he shrugged at first but when you made him tea and genuinely offered to listen with a warm and comforting smile, he opened up for the first time. Maybe it was your lucky day , Miguel Ohara was talking about feelings.

He told you about his family with whom he didn't have a good relation, and how he was having a hard time with his job, struggling to get a nice upgrade at Alchemax, he was a brilliant guy, very dedicated and hardworking but his ego used to get in the way of his promotions and his boss. Out of nowhere he hugged you shredding a few tears, your heart broke for the guy and you held him as long as he wanted, after a while he fell asleep on you, his face buried between your neck and shoulder. Not having the heart to wake him up , you let him sleep on you.

That was the start, after that day Miguel felt a connection and comfort with you, for a month after that day he started to be way nicer to you, even brought you gifts nothing big, he brought your favourite food or chocolate or little rings, he knew you liked to wear rings, he of course didn't get costly ones but it was very nice gesture and meant a lot to you. He wasn't good with words so be thanked you with stuff he thought you might like.

Then, he moved to bringing you flowers once in a while so that you could ask   him about his day. He felt a little ashamed to just ask you to talk about his feelings and emotions, but when you reassured him that it was alright to talk to you and he didn't have to bring gifts just to talk, he felt a bit of relief that you weren't getting annoyed at him for talking.

One day he gathered all his courage, knocking at your bedroom door and asked to share a bed with him ,just for that night, he looked at you with those sad puppy dog eyes, almost begging you to comfort him you couldn't say no.

And when you agreed, that's when Miguel got  clingy, he first got in your bed maintaining distance but as the time passed he slowly pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, and it happened again and again after that, he would just barge into your room and cuddle with out asking a question after that day.

As usual you got back home from work today, it was a little early you already had food with your colleagues so you just decided to go to bed and watch a movie and relax, you firstly changed the sheets wanting to feel more clean, for some reason changing sheets made you feel that.

After changing your clothes and showering you laid on the bed, turning on the TV, just for the background noise as you scrolled through your phone.

You didn't even realise Miguel standing at your doorstep, "hey I'm sleeping in your bed today."

He said getting in the bed beside you, you tried to protest but he was there already and you had a better chance of hitting a lottery than convincing Miguel to go back to his room, and if you were being honest you kind of liked when Miguel got all cuddly and desperate, it was  unusual than his arrogant and tough guy behaviour.

"Had a bad day?" You asked with out looking up from your phone, he shrugged not wanting to tell you.

You put the phone down turing your head to face him, to your suprise he was already looking at you. He slowly rested his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around you.

"Sort of...." he said in a low annoyed tone, remembering his day.

"What happened?" You questioned looking at his face, he looked tired, he usually did when he came to your room.

He sighed not want to talk about it.

"Miguel, I'm letting you do this. I want to know that  happened."