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[trash-king18]

so i have not shared a single post outside of spider verse specifically miguel but i feel it’s worth noting that i have been sitting on piles of scenes i have written for a House of the Dragon inspired story with a “she’s everything he’s just ken”/jude duarte cardan greenbriar/murderous brilliant scheming but somehow oblivious to his feelings wife+hot dark haired gorgeous himbo downbad simp of a husband dynamic and uhm…

i know i could never publish the book even if i ever finished it because there’s far to many similarities to house of the dragon including names but yk.. if y’all are interested i could post blurbs for my booktok girlies

[trash-king18]

college au! miguel

best friends..maybe to lovers? some much needed comfort from mig because i’m going through it and was tired of scrolling through pure smut at the moment.

cw: in depth description of anxiety and panic and feelings on loneliness, little bit of blood for like a second but no SH or anything like that.

this is entirely self indulgent.. just let me live

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You were used to telling everyone you were fine, even when you weren’t, especially when you weren’t. At this point you didn’t know if it was more because you didn’t get the help you needed growing up, even when you did ask for it, or because everyone ultimately just assumed you were fine. You always seemed that way on the outside, grown accustomed to dealing with everything alone and discreetly as possible. “Quiet as a mouse,” you always told yourself that’s what you had to be.

But for some reason your study buddy, Miguel, was the one person who never seemed to believe you. You two had grown friendly quickly and were in most of the same classes so you had agreed to study together and help keep each other on track. However after a while you started hanging out outside of study sessions. You’d get food after class, go to parties, even went to the gym together sometimes.

That was freshman year, and now as juniors you could confidently say Miguel was probably your closest friend. You had plenty others, and you loved you little group, and time with the girls. But you two were inseparable and everybody saw it. obviously you two had kept your distance to an extent though.

it was great to have such a connection with somebody, but of course it came with its downsides too.

He saw right through every bullshit lie and excuse you made when you were feeling off. You hadn’t explicitly mentioned your struggles with mental health but you hadn’t exactly tried to hide it either. But just like with everybody else you did your best to keep not just the worst, but all of it from him. Which meant to an extent, you’d always had your guard up which created a considerable amount of distance between the two of you that had been there ever since you started getting genuinely close. He didn’t push it too much though, you knew it was because he had some secret of his own. He’d disappear for an hour or two, sometimes for days, missing classes even and show up clearly injured and having had been in a fight. Bruised knuckles and even ribs were a regular occurrence for Miguel Ohara. But he didn’t push, so neither did you.

This time around was no different. Your anxiety was getting worse with the stress of finals coming up and because of work you hadn’t been getting to the gym as much. lifting was the thing that helped the most, your main outlet. You’d had three panic attacks this week and you only felt it getting worse. You couldn’t fall asleep until 1 because your mind was racing, and usually woke up around 5 already sweating and your heart racing. It was hell. But you still managed to get through classes, work, and your two hour study sessions with Miguel and the rest of the crew after your shift. When you weren’t too nauseas you’d go to the gym before class but recently that plan hadn’t been working. Besides, the only meals you were getting in was a sad excuse for lunch made up of snacks you could grab between afternoon lectures and whatever leftovers you could snag from the kitchens at work. This Friday night though, you had a rare off day and instead had agreed to go get food with everyone else at the dining hall before everyone was supposed to get ready for the Faded4Finals party.

You sat around the table as everyone complained about their classes and their jobs or gossiped. To be honest their words kind of muddled together as you sat there picking at the skin around your fingers. Everything was kind of just a numbed out blur until you felt the back of someones knuckle gently brush up and down right above your elbow. You snapped out of your racing thoughts and turned your head to see Miguel looking at you with furrowed brows and the little frown he always gave you when he thought something was wrong. His knuckle keeps tracing small lines up and down.

“You okay?”

You force a smile, something that comes almost more naturally than your actual smile. “Yeah I’m good, just thinking about what I want to wear tonight.”

He whispers so only you can hear him over the chatter of your friends shouting about something or other “are you hungry, do you want me to grab you something?”

“No I’m okay, not really hungry right now.” His frown deepens a little but he just nods.

“Ya know I was thinking of ditching the party, not really feeling it, do you want to come over and chill? Maybe get a late night lift in?”

“Uhm mig you know I think I’m actually just gonna head back to my room.” You turn away from him to address the group. “Guys I’m gonna go start getting ready and I’ll actually just meet you there if that’s ok?” A lie. You had no intention of going to that party. His hand falls from your arm as you abruptly get up. You don’t even wait for them to say anything before pushing your chair in and heading to the door. You hear Miguel say your name before you walk away but you pretend not to and keep walking.

You practically rush to your dorm the feeling in your chest that you’d been pushing down all day tightening quicker and quicker. You barely make it to your room before collapsing against the closed door, sliding down to the ground as your breath becomes broken and hitched.

You knew what to do in this situation of course, you’d taught yourself how to deal with attacks when you were little purely through trial and error. Cold water, pressure on your chest, count your breathing, distract yourself, etc. but recently those things hadn’t been helping as much.

You eventually slow your breathing enough to drag yourself to the bed before curling up under your weighted blanket with your back pressed to the wall. It wasn’t much for a sense of security and comfort, but it would have to do. About 45 minutes later you heard a soft knock on the door. You were planning to just ignore it, assuming it was Jaz or someone else making sure you were ready for the party. Until you heard another gentle knock and a voice from the other side. His voice.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

You didn’t wanna open the door. If it were anyone else you could lie and smile and joke and everything would be fine. But you couldn’t lie to him no matter how hard you tried and especially right now you couldn’t handle him seeing you like this. He’d know. But he wasn’t leaving

“Y/n Im not trying to bother you or anything I just.. will you please.. open the door? Just for a second.”

Only for him. Only for him you drag yourself out from under the heavy layer of blankets and hastily wipe your face with some wipes to remove the mascara before trying to dry your eyes with your sleeves. But nothing will hide how puffy your face is. Slowly you open the door and peer out to be met with your best friend holding multiple bags full of..

“I uhm.. I brought you food. Your favorite, the noodle dish you like from that place on sixth street. Oh and I also got the mango tea and water just in case. And because this dish doesn’t have a lot of produceI stopped to get some fruit. Not! That you have to eat it if you don’t want to of course I won’t judge you we all need junk food sometimes but I know how you said you feel gross when you don’t have enough… fiber.”

He blows out an awkward breath looking down at the ground suddenly realizing he’s been rambling. A gently pink creeps up his neck and onto the tips of his ears as he stands in your doorway awkwardly. You still haven’t said anything and he begins to regret his decision.

“I- just when you left the dining hall without eating anything I felt bad and so I.. yeah. I just wanted to make sure you ate.”

“Thank you mig but really I just want to be alone I need to get ready for this party.”

“Do you really think you should go right now.. I mean somethings clearly up with you..”

“I said I was fine.” You sound much more defensive and angry than you want to.

He looks back up at you but you avoid meeting his eyes still trying to hide how puffy your face was.

“I know you did. But… I check on you even when you say you’re fine. And I bring you food even when you say you’re not hungry. Aaand I come ready with your favorite movie even when you say you want to be alone because I’m,” he pauses not exactly wanting to say the next two words, “your…friend. Friends don’t leave each other to deal with things alone.”

You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. This man had driven halfway across town for your favorite meal and snacks to come try and comfort you, and while you’d do and had done the same for your friends even when they didn’t seem to need it nobody had ever done it for you. Everything in his voice sounded genuine, he cared. Before you could even process the emotions bubbling to the surface he sucks in a breath and starts again.

“We don’t have to watch the movie of course, I don’t even have to come in.. if you don’t want but at least eat.. please.”

“Miguel I-“

“Im not trying to smother you I just,” the next part comes out mumbled, “I worry about you cariño.”

You look at him hands full of things he got just for you, staring at you with puppy dog eyes and cheeks slightly pink. Everything that you were worried about seems to be forgotten for a moment as your best friend stands before you wearing the same concerned frown as always. So against your better judgment you reach out to put a hand on his arm and say “thank you” before finally stepping aside and opening the door enough for him to step in. Your grateful he doesn’t comment on how red your eyes are as he unloads all the contents of the various bags onto the table before he makes himself at home on your bed and starts setting up his laptop. He picks up the tea and beckons you over to take it and settle yourself next to him. You oblige taking a sip of the mango drink you love so much and realizing how hungry you were. The two of you eat in silence side by side as the movie plays. You’d seen this exact movie with him at least 20 times but neither of you cared, you loved it.

You finish eating and continue watching the movie until you feel the familiar brush of his knuckle on your arm. He had started doing it when he wanted to get your attention or check up on you without drawing too much attention. So you look over at him to find him just sort of staring into space in the dimly lit room absentmindedly bushing his finger against your arm in small circles.

“What?” You ask confused

He doesn’t meet your eyes. “Why were you crying earlier?”

“I wasn’t”

He just keeps rubbing your arms slowly but doesn’t say anything for a moment. You assumed he dropped it, like he always does.

“Why do you keep lying to me y/n”

“Im not.”

He finally looks up at you. “Yeah you are. These past few weeks you’ve been having.. you’ve been off again.”

It never occurred to you that the reason he never seems to believe you is because he knows what’s wrong, most people just saw that you didn’t ask for help and assumed that you were ok. But that last sentence, it almost sounded like he was going to say that you were having panic attacks.

“Im fine Mig I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He suddenly sits up more and pauses the movie. He turns back to you this time the frown on his face is deep and his eyes are pleading. “You haven’t been eating, you haven’t been at the gym, you look exhausted.”

“Wow.. thanks.”

“That’s- no. you know that’s not what I’m trying to say.”

“No I get it I look like a zombie.”

“Would you just-,” he sighs and grumbles under his breath “you don’t look like a zombie you look beautiful you always look beautiful.” He speaks up so you can hear him, clearly not intending for you to hear that last part. “I’m just trying to say that I can see that you’re not doing well and I want you to talk to me.”

“I don’t need to talk about anything. Everything’s fine. I’m fine.”

“I know you’re lying. I can hear it in your voice, I can see how tense you’ve been, I watch you picking at your fingers until they bleed cari- y/n please I am asking, I am begging you to let me help you.”

“I don’t need any help I can take care of it myself.”

“Yes but you don’t have to. I am here for you, I will always be here.”

Your voice threatens to break and you can’t hide how it wavers when you speak again. “But I don’t need you to be, I can fix it on my own like I always do.”

He hesitantly takes your hands in his thumbs gently stroking your wrists. You hadn’t even realized you were picking at your skin again and a bit of blood ran down your fingers. You avoid his gaze but he dips his head down to meet your eyes which are slightly wet as more tear threaten to pour out onto your face. His voice sounds soft but adamant and full of concern. “Look at me. Just because you’ve done this alone doesn’t mean you always have to. I know that you’ve been struggling with your anxiety and I haven’t wanted to say anything because you didn’t tell me but I can see that you’re not fine and I’m worried about you. If you just let me.. I can be there for you.”

The tears start to fall now and you can’t really stop them even though you try and before you can do it yourself his hands come up to cup your face brushing them away. You just sit there and cry for a moment.

“Oh cariño” you don’t fight him as he pulls you towards him easily to lean against his chest “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve been there.”

Your voice comes out quiet, “it’s okay, you didn’t know.”

He rubs the small of your back, its odd, you’d hugged before but you’d never really been close to him in any intimate way, you both didn’t want to cross that boundary with the other and make things weird.

“I did know. Ive known for years and I shouldve insisted on being here for you sooner.”

You look up at him “How did you know?”

“Lets just say I’m.. really perceptive” he gives you a soft goofy grin

You smile at him slightly, and he seems relieved that you did. It’s the first real smile you’ve given anyone in weeks.

“Mig?”

“Hmm?”

“Will.. will you put the movie back on?”

He chuckles softly and leans forward to push play but makes no attempt to move you off him and you make no attempt to move away. As the movie resumes playing he settles back against the pillows with you still laying against his chest with his hand resting on your back. you stayed like that, and for the first time in almost a month, you drifted off to sleep easily.

[trash-king18]

m pt. 18

ok ok i know there’s been so much back and forth between these too but for some reason i just couldn’t get past the idea of writing miguel and y/n without including the plot of atsv and the real issues with miguel’s behavior so this part and the next will lead up to the events of the second movie before ending the series with the aftermath and a quick explanation of what i imagine will happen in beyond-tsv

but i will continue posting bits and pieces that can either be read separately or as part of the future of their relationship after this bc i am obsessed with these two atp.

cw: hangover, some smut, more marking, big fight, breakup?

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you woke up with a tequila headache two missed calls and someone banging on your door.

you were still exhausted, and groggy.

“Y/N”

you groan and pull yourself out of bed

“Y/N are you here”

you open the door holding your head

“ay dios mío stop banging please”

“did i wake you up”

“what do you think”

he pushes into your apartment

“uhh ok, what are you doing here”

“you weren’t answering me and.. i didn’t want to track your watch so i just came to check”

“ohh he does learn”

he flashes you and annoyed look

“is that my shirt”

“uhm.. i guess. i must’ve brought it with me on accident”

“oh uh huh definitely an accident”

“i’m not arguing with you this morning my head is killing me”

“i thought you were babysitting”

“i was.. and then i ended up babysitting a bottle with my sister”

“is that why you didn’t answer me”

“uh i didn’t see it until super late, figured you were asleep by then”

“i didn’t sleep last night had to clean up after the mess gwen made last night. besides still could’ve texted, so i didn’t have to come banging on your door.”

“nobody asked you to do that.. hold on what did gwen do?”

“don’t worry about it that’s a work thing, we’ll talk about it at work”

“but i want to know now. is she ok?”

“ay mi cariño don’t be like that. she’s fine. but seriously i wanted to talk to you”

you were suddenly feeling defensive, your talk last night with crystal had you feeling cautious about letting things get too close.

“we’re not together we don’t need to debrief every time we hookup”

“hey what’s up with the attitude”

“i don’t have an attitude i’m just hung over and tired”

“..you need food”

“don’t start with that again i told you i don’t get hangry”

“mmhm right” he starts pushing you towards your bed room “go lay back down”

you don’t fight him about that you’re eyes are still full of sleep so you just climb back in bed.

you’re half asleep when he comes in with empanadas and water

you eat but you refuse to let him think he was right so even though you feel better you just lay back down with a huff

but you feel him crawling onto the bed and you look up

“someone should really teach you not to just climb into someone’s bed without an invitation”

he just lays down next to you and pulls the covers down before he begins slowly pulling the fabric of the t shirt up.

“what are you doing”

“i was interrupted..very abruptly yesterday. i still need to finish”

he continues pulling your shirt up to reveal your tits but you push it back down

“finish what?”

he doesn’t even seem to care as he moves your hand away and pulls it back up again

“this”

he presumes to get back on top of you pulling your legs around him as his hand comes up to grope your tit and he begins kissing the other.

you tell yourself to push him off but it feels good, he feels good.

he sucks your nipple into his mouth which makes you moan despite yourself

“así es, tu cuerpo me necesitas”

that’s right, your body needs me

“i don’t- fuck- think i’m the needy one here”

“No soy necesitado”

i’m not needy

he looks up slightly offended

you look at him unconvinced but he rolls his eyes before continuing, switching to the other side

“estoy atento”

im attentive

“whatever you need to tell yourself”

he ignores you playing with your skin and leaving more marks all over your chest. he finally pulls back satisfied and just looks over you

he says quietly “perfecta”

“are you finished now”

“mm” he sits back and pulls you up with him sitting you on his lap “por que me apuras”

why do you rush me

he wraps his arms around you

“porque no volviste anoche”

why didn’t you come back last night

“i did i got here at like 130”

he gives you an exasperated look “Eso no es lo que quiero decir”

that’s not what what i meant

“i wanted to sleep in my own bed”

“Podría haber venido”

i could’ve come over

“Miguel.. we’re not a couple..”

“and yet.. sigues terminando en mi cama”

you keep ending up in my bed

“i’m being serious right now. we can’t keep doing this”

he let’s go suddenly

“what”

you gently remove yourself from him.

“the hookups, the fights, the sleepovers. it’s messy enough now but given… our pasts this will never be more than that”

“our pasts.”

“we’ve lost too much, and our lives now are too complicated this.. whatever it is.. doesn’t work”

a look of anger takes over his face “we’ve lost?”

“yes”

“your brother died, i lost an entire universe”

“don’t talk about my brother”

“you brought it up”

“you know what i’d ~like~ to bring up”

“id love to know”

“the fact that you only lost that universe because you didn’t belong there”

his face falls and then he looks angry again.

“what did you just say”

“you might not have done it on purpose, and it may hurt just as bad, but honestly i’m tired of you projecting your guilt and cannon theory onto every other spider person in attempts to come to terms with what you’ve lost because you can’t deal with the fact that your world imploded and you don’t actually know why”

he gets up

“and don’t even think about yelling at me, you know it’s true but nobody else has the balls to say it”

he stares at you seething

“don’t come in to work this week”

“what are you firing me now because i told you the truth”

“don’t.”

and then he just walks out slamming the door behind himself

——

“well. thats one way to break up with a guy. get him so mad he essentially does it for you i mean really genius. i applaud you”

“we didn’t break up, we weren’t together”

“uh yeah- you were. maybe not in the normal healthy people way but that was a relationship”

“well it’s over now and i think it’s time i start looking for jobs in this dimension”

“seriously”

“what?”

“no way you’re gonna except going from helping superheroes hold the fabric of the universe..es together to working at a boring lab with a bunch of normal people”

“i don’t think i really have a choice anymore”

“there’s always s choice mana. if he’s as smart as he seems to be he’ll come around

“maybe”

“but you’re welcome to stay here until things blow over”

she goes to take the boys to the bus stop and head to work leaving you alone

lyla calls.

“hey.. so about you and miguel”

“what? there is no me and miguel”

“y/n please i know. i’ve known”

“well it’s over now so it doesn’t matter anyway. do you need me to come in?”

“uhh i wouldn’t. he’s upset right now, about what you said”

“why you think i was wrong too”

“i think it’s been a long time since miguel has thought about what happened with anything other than blind rage and self blame. give him time hon he’ll come around, until then i’ll keep you updated and do my best to keep him.. contained”

“thanks lyla”

“of course y/n… Oh! and one more thing gwen went to visit miles when she was supposed to be on a mission”

“she did?! why would she do that?”

“i don’t know, but things are getting a little hectic here.”

“if he- if you need me for anything call me”

“i will”

“good luck”

“you too”

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[trash-king18]

miguelxpregnant!reader drabble

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im so sorry but i can just imagine miguel laying his head on his wife’s stomach as he often does to get her to play with his hair because he’s a big baby and after laying down for a second he shoots up looking like he can’t believe something just happened

“ay miguel wtf”

he just shushes you and puts his head back to your stomach and when he looks up at you he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face

“oh my god what is wrong with you”

“mi vida… you’re pregnant”

“..what? no baby im not”

he looks like it’s christmas morning “yes cariño you are”

“how do you know” you’re assuming he was gonna say that he had a feeling

“i can hear it” you look at him like he’s gone insane

“hear what?”

“a heartbeat”

“uh yeah.. mine?”

he rolls his eyes “no.” his hands come to the sides of your waist and he just stares in wonder at your belly

“there’s another one. it’s small but it’s there”

“migs..” you place a hand on his face, you feel bad

“i know you want it to be true but i think i would know if i was over a month pregnant” (heartbeats develop around 35 days)

he just brings your hand down gently still smiling like a madman but then he looks at you very seriously “baby when was your last period”

you think about it for a second. you’ve been literally so wrapped up in work you hadn’t even noticed. your hand comes up to your mouth

“oh my god.”

he’s practically beaming at you but you.. just feel nauseous. “holy shit”

you spring up and run to the bathroom and lock yourself in. you hadn’t told him but you’d stashed a couple tests under the sink. you pulled every single one out and used all three.

he’s outside the bathroom door knocking repeatedly begging you to come out or let him in but you just sit on the floor too scared to look.

“bebe please come out”

“no”

“mi amor i will break this door down”

“don’t you dare”

you heard him sigh and slide down the wall to sit on the floor outside the door.

you wanted this. eventually. you were sure of it but you had expected it to be planned, you weren’t even off the pill yet.

your hands were trembling as you finally picked the test up and flipped the first one over.

and then the second

and then the third.

you sat on the floor a while longer to process. a few minutes later you finally open the door and his head turns to you, face full of concern. you put your hand on his shoulder so he doesn’t get up. you take a shaky breath and hand him the test

he takes it from your hand gently. his eyes widen as he reads it. he looks back up at you. your eyes are puffy you’d clearly been crying but before he can say something like “we have other options” “we don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready” (which is exactly what he was about to say)

you look at him dead serious and threaten “if you baby me or smother me or try to keep me from working i will make you wish you were never born” but he isn’t even listening he just throws the test aside and pulls you down into his arms. you feel his shoulders shudder slightly

“miggy are you crying?”

he sniffles and looks down as you tip his face up with your hands

“aww mi cielo why are you crying”

“i just never thought i’d get another chance”

you wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs gently.

“well i guess we’re gonna have six kids now”

“six?”

“yeah”

he rolls his eyes even as another tear sneaks it’s way down his cheek “the spider teens are not our children”

“really? because we’ve essentially adopted all five of em”

“speak for yourself”

“oh come on migs i know you love em, even hobie”

“no.”

“mmmhm. i think i’m gonna ask him to be the godfather oo or maybe peter b”

his voice is firm but his face is soft and his eyes are still staring at you like you’re a real life angel he shakes his head gently “you will do no such thing cariño”

“don’t tell me you were planning on asking lego spider man”

“i-“

“god the attachment you have to that piece of plastic is concerning”

“don’t disrespect him like that”

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the ending was not planned but it made me giggle and i hope you enjoyed

[trash-king18]

m pt. 17

no warnings just reader with her sister

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“you’re late” crystal says as she opens the door

“only by two minutes”

“two minutes that i will be later to work”

“lo se lo se lo siento”

i know i know i’m sorry

she shuts the door

“i thought you and miguel were on the outs”

“we are, what are you talking about”

“wet hair that was clearly washed with men’s products”

“hey!”

“-glowing skin” she sniffs “day old clothes. my guess? you were at his place not even ten minutes ago”

you turn around and roll your eyes at her but when you do your hair that you had positioned to cover your neck falls off your shoulder

she gasps “and y/n Pardo are those hickies?!”

“what?! no” you hastily pull your hair back into place

“oh. my. god.”

“it’s not a big deal”

“mana are you kidding. hickeys are how men claim their territory. they can’t pee on you so they mark your neck for every other person to see that you’re taken even when they’re not around. he’s essentially saying “hands off! she mine”

mine. the thought sends shivers through you

“i thought you were gonna be late to work”

“mm you’re lucky, but we ~will~ talk about this later.”

“Niños, ven a despedirte de tu mamá”

boys come say goodbye to your mama”

Diego and Matias run in and tackle her with hugs and then immediately run over to you next

“se bueno hijos”

be good boys

“tu tambien hermana. hey do yourself a favor borrow something from my closet and uh concealers in the bathroom” she winks

you too sis

she heads out leaving you to a whole day with your favorite boys in the world.

you help Matias with his worksheets for school while Diego showed you all the toys he had gotten for his birthday.. again.

Then you make lunch and decide take them to brighton beach for the afternoon. the water will be too cold to go in but it’ll be a good chance for them to blow off steam and get outside.

the day passes quickly, but you still find your mind wandering back to miguel every so often.

why was he being so… good. even though he was a super hero compared to every other spider man sometimes he didn’t seem like one. superheroes didn’t brood or throw things. and yet he had comforted you through a panic attack, cooked food for you, helped you in… a few other ways.

he had done a fair share of asshole things and you had no intention of mothering him into shape. still he was trying.. and you weren’t perfect either.

you weren’t necessarily thinking about a relationship but… it was starting to feel like you were in one.

before you could spiral any farther down that rabbit hole diego came running up with a shell he’d found.

“woah chico eso es genial”

that’s cool

“puedo quedármelo?”

can i keep it

“por supuesto, podemos enseñárselo a tu mamá”

of course we can show it to your mama”

“Matias, vamos, hora de irse”

come on, it’s time to go

after a lot of begging to stay and a little bit of bribery you were back in the taxi on the way home.

it was dark out and the boys were in bed, Matias was reading to Diego to help him practice. his teachers had apparently noted that he was a little behind but since he’d started doing story time every night he had definitely improved.

Crystal walked in the door looking absolutely exhausted. she came in and kisses your forehead

“i am so glad i never have to worry about you swallowing balloons full of hallucinogenics ”

“what” you laugh

she waves you off and goes to say goodnight to the boys. she comes back out in pajamas and flops down on the couch next to you

“wine?”

“tequila”

“ay ya veo, one of those cases huh?”

she snorts “si”

you pour some tequila and guava juice over ice and hand it to her. she takes a greatful sip and sinks into the cushions.

“wanna talk about it”

“god no. i don’t want to think about work tonight, tomorrow, or at work for that matter”

“fair”

“you know what i do want to talk about”

“the super cool seashell we found at the beach today” you ask hopefully

“yeahhh that and your super fine super hero friend”

“there’s nothing to talk about crystal”

“mm see if you were just fucking that would be true but you’re fucking and fighting and then fucking again”

“so?”

“soooo there’s feelings there. and you are not good at those”

“hey give me some credit here i’ve gotten better about it”

“mm fine maybe a little bit. seriously though y/n you need to talk about it, i know you enough to know you’re probably overthinking about it right now”

“no i- i mean.. maybe a little”

“cmon, spill it, gimme all the juicy details”

“we’re not teenagers im not gonna gossip about boys with you”

“uh yes you are because i’m your older sister and i’m basically the boss of you so talk”

and you do. the tequila makes it easier. you fill her in on every single thing, leaving out only a few select explicit details. when you finally stop talking she stares at you with her mouth hanging open.

“why are you looking at me like that”

“i’m not looking at you any way”

“yes, yes you are. i know that face, you have something to say”

“no no im fine im good”

“i gave you every detail you don’t get to hold out on me now”

“i just.. want you to be careful mana. i know you can take care of yourself but this sounds complicated.. not just physically, emotionally. don’t get caught up in the good moments if they don’t outweigh the bad.”

you look down at your drink

“i know. i’m trying”

“what is it tia may always says? for every bad day, a good man-“

“-makes a hundred good ones. yeah. shes such a bad ass.”

“yeah she is, she never let tío ben get away with anything”

“no she did not. I can still hear her “Benicio! no te alejes de mi”

don’t walk away from me

“Benicio! necesito un bolso nuevo”

i need a new bag

your laughter eventually dies down and you’re quiet for a while.

“i went to see him”

you don’t have to explain. she knows exactly what you mean

“oh you did?” something about the way she says it sounds weird but you dismiss it

“marcus suggested it actually, figured it was time”

“i miss him”

“me too”

she rests her head on your shoulder and you two sit like that until she dozes off. you gingerly take the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. it’s almost 1.

you support her head as you lay her down and cover her with a blanket. you check your phone and notice there’s multiple texts from jess and the kids asking about what happened last night. you scroll through them but you stop when you notice a text that had come through two hours ago.

it was from miguel. he never texted, hated using a phone, he just had lyla call you or showed up evidently.

will you be home tonight?

you knew he meant home as in your other universe, but if you were any other two people it could just as easily be a partner asking if you’re coming home, to our shared space. the thought weirded you out.

you weren’t sure wether or not to text back, you

knew he was probably awake working since you weren’t there.

you were so sleepy, you could’ve easily crawled into crystals bed and passed out but you didn’t want to spend another night away from home. you sneak into the boys room and plant a gentle kiss on both foreheads and then climb onto the roof because the living room is too cramped for opening portals.

you step in and step out into your kitchen. you tug your clothes off as you walk to your bed and drop your bag on the floor next to you. you don’t even have the energy to grab pajamas for yourself so you reach for the closest thing which happens to be miguel’s shirt that you’d stuffed in with your jacket on accident before leaving.

you’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

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[trash-king18]

m pt. 16

sorry guys i’m j a mess at this point i haven’t been posting

cw: shameful miggy, m masturbation, miggy with the oral fixation?? marking

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he was in no condition to get himself home, but you couldn’t leave him there like this. when he was able to stand, you took him to the lab to take his vitals. they were better than normal, the aftershock of the injections was seemingly unavoidable, but there were no convulsions this time which was good.

he still wouldn’t meet your eye but every time you looked away to check a screen or grab something he stared at the cut on your face.

after you finished drawing his blood you went to take the needle out and the pad of his finger gently traced beside it

you flinch slightly

“i hurt you” he sounds like he’d just come out of a daze

“no you didn’t it’s fine”

“i did that”

“it was an accident miguel it doesn’t hurt, it’s okay”

“no it’s not, i hurt you”

“you weren’t trying to, it’s just a little cut”

“no. i got angry and i couldn’t control myself and i“

“miguel” you pull his hand from your face “stop. you have plenty of apologies to make but that’s not one of them”

“i know and i-“

“hey. we can talk about it later. you’re vitals look good right now we just need to get you to bed”

“i’ll sleep here it’s fine”

“no. no you won’t. cmon i’m taking you home”

he looks at you puzzled

but you grab his arm and lead him to the elevator. he follows you in and when you get down you just start walking to the car.

“..get in”

you’re silent on the way to his apartment. he’s clearly uncomfortable, you doubt he’s even been in a car for years.

you park on the street and let yourself into the building since it doesn’t lock and lead him all the way to his door and he just kind of follows like a sad puppy.

he opens the door and steps in. he turns to you as you stand in the doorway. you stay there for a moment but you eventually step in which seems to relieve him.

he eases himself onto a stool at the island, his whole body clearly a little tense from the injection

“i’m sorry”

“what for?”

“everything.”

“no i’m gonna need to hear some specifics”

you tease him slightly, testing the waters

“this isn’t a joke”

“oh i’m being very serious. i believe you owe me a total of.. 5? apologies”

“five?”

“yeahhh and they each have to be separate”

he lets out a breath but he’s not argumentative about it

“i’m sorry for following you and-“

“-mm mm seperate”

“really”

you look at him dead serious

“i’m sorry for..being.. a jerk. i’m sorry for being irresponsible…”

“..anddd..”

he rolls his eyes but it’s more humorous than annoyed

“i’m sorry for invading your privacy”

“..aaaanndd?”

“ay are you really gonna make me say it”

“without a doubt”

he sighs “.. and im.. sorry… for acting like a jealous boyfriend” he mumbles the last part

“im sorry i couldn’t hear you”

“…im sorry.. for acting like a jealous boyfriend. are you happy now”

“maybe a little” you smirk

“mi cariño eres una demonio” he smiles slightly but there’s pain in his face

my sweet you are a demon

“not sure you’re in a position to make fun of me right now”

“you’re right.”

“…but i’m glad you are”

you walk up to him and place a hand on his cheek

he brings his hand to yours and leans into your touch.

“y/n..”

“no it’s over, we’ve apologized. and i know i don’t have to worry about it again because if i do you can find a new biomedical engineer”

“funny”

“i’m being serious”

“i believe it”

he searches your eyes before slowly reaching out to put his hand on your hip. his touch is light and he keeps his eyes on yours and then gently moves to your back and pulls you between his legs.

he speaks quietly

“it’s late.. you.. you should go”

you don’t move “i should”

he nods reluctantly

“but..”

he raises his brow

“it’s really dark and my eyes are tired.. i’m not sure i should drive”

“are you sure”

“don’t make me change my mind”

he doesn’t answer he just pulls you into his arms and picks you up. he walks you into his room and lays you down on the bed.

“uh.. clothes?” but he’s already digging a shirt from his drawer and handing it to you.

you both change

you sit down on the edge of the bed and he crawls in next to you. you sit back against the headboard but you look down and realize he’s gently tugging at the fabric of your shirt.

“what?”

“you’re just.. so far”

“i’m a foot away”

“but.. you could be right here” he looks down at the space right next to him

“…it’s late i think maybe we should just.. sleep yeah?”

“…ok”

he switches the lamp off and lays back down. he falls asleep quickly, his body’s tired from the injection effects. you watch him for a while, he even looked broody asleep. but not long after you fell asleep too.

when you woke up it was later than normal given it was saturday and the sun was streaming in between the drawn curtains. after squirming around for a minute trying to turn onto your other side you see him sitting on the edge of the bed with his back turned to you.

your eyes are barely open and your voice is sleepy “buen día”

he doesn’t answer so you force yourself up and crawl over behind him

he’s looking down at his lap seemingly lost in thought

you stifle a giggle

“oh-“

“shit, hi.. morning” he moves his hand to cover his hard on and moves so his back is blocking you again.

“i uhm sorry it just-“

“oh don’t be embarrassed spider boy it’s not your fault”

he grumbles “what did i say about calling me that”

“oh cmon” you move closer and rest your chin on his shoulder “no one’s here to hear it”

“yeah but i have to, it’s insulting”

“you’ve said 10 times worse to any and everyone who even slightly pisses you off”

“this is different”

“how”

“because it’s you”

he shifts uncomfortably still trying to hide it

“i’ve seen a boner before miguel, stop acting like a hormonal teenage boy who just started puberty”

“you are just full of insults this morning”

he turns his head to the side so he can look at you and you smile at him teasingly. he suddenly kisses you.

“how do you feel this morning”

“me? im more worried about you” you glance down at his lap

“don’t worry about that”

“but” you kneel behind him with your legs on either side and wrap your arms around him from behind “i am.. it’s not healthy after all”

his bare skin is warm and you relax into him

“oh? you gonna help me out”

“nope.” you reply sweetly

“no?”

“mm i was thinking i’d just.. watch”

his bare skin is warm and you relax into him. he gets the message and manages to tug the waist band of his sweatpants down just enough and takes it in his hand stroking it a few times until it gets fully hard. he glances at you again but you’ve occupied yourself pressing gentle kisses to his neck shoulders and upper back. he leans back into it slightly as his hand moves up and down.

your hands glide over the muscles of his chest and abs, letting your nails lightly drag against his skin.

he starts to moan and his other hand comes around to grip your leg at his side and pull you even closer to him

you focus your lips on the skin on the base of his neck as you watch him start to thrust into his hand.

“god tus manos”

your hands

you tug his ear gently with your teeth and whisper into his skin

“seguir hablando por mi”

keep talking for me

“ay fuck niña bonita tu seras la muerte para mi”

pretty girl you’ll be the death of me

his hand speeds up and his head falls back onto your shoulder. his breath comes out as a series of pants and moans.

“unh.. fuck cariño.. i-“

“lo sé, i know”

i know

“di mi nombre”

say my name

you kiss his neck and say his name softly

“miguel”

he starts to jerk slightly

breathlessly “otra vez”

again

you whisper his name into his ear again and he cums into his hand

he keeps his head back on you and shuts his eyes as he catches his breath. you press gentle kisses to his jawline.

he stays like that for a moment and grabs tissues from the night stand to clean up and you run your fingers lazily through his hair as he does still peppering kisses to the base of his neck. he puts them aside and stills for a moment before turning around and tackling you onto the bed laying you on top of him

“hey! what are you doing”

he covers your face with kisses and then buries his face in your neck

you hear yourself giggle and you feel like you’re on an alien planet. which honestly would’ve probably felt more normal than this given your job.

you were in miguel o’haras bed being assaulted by soft kisses after spending the night together. as weird as your.. situation with each other was you still would have never fathomed that he of all people would ever be like this.

he takes both your hands and guides them to his head and you start to comb through his hair and massage his scalp which earns you a low sigh of gratitude

“i wonder what all our super hero friends would think if they knew you were really just a big softie”

he stops abruptly and looks up at you

“they won’t think anything because no one will ever hear a word about any of this”

“mmmhm i can hear the jokes jess would make right now, now that would be funny”

“y/n im serious”

“so am i, she’s hilarious”

“y/n.”

“oh my god you know i’m kidding” he nods satisfied and goes back to attending to your neck

“i’d never admit to sleeping with you do you know what that would do to my reputation”

he scoffs and grabs your hips flipping so that he’s pinning you down and says

“you didn’t seem too worried about that reputation a few minutes ago”presses a bruising kiss to your lips

“mmph stop it”

he dips down to suck on the skin under your ear

“do not give me a hickey”

“why not” he grins against your skin before sucking your skin back into his mouth

“we just said no one could know about this”

“put your hair down”

“i’m being serious”

he let’s go satisfied with the mark he’s left before moving down slightly to make another

“they don’t have to know who it’s from”

“~miguel~”

“just that they can’t have you”

“does this have anything to do with marcus”

he tugs the collar of his shirt down so he can reach your collar bone and starts on another “nope.”

“you’re lying”

he mumbles against you “sure cariño whatever you say”

the entirety of his body weight rests on the lower half of you keeping you caged underneath him and you just relax into him and comb his hair out of his eyes with your fingers.

a couple marks later and your shirts on the floor and he’s drawing lazy circles around your nipple with his tongue.

you start moaning lightly at the sensation and your head falls to the side and you catch a glimpse of the clock

10:06

“shit!”

he looks up at you quizzically seeming slightly upset by the interruption

“i’m late” you say squirming your way out from under him

“late for what it’s saturday”

“i know! i promised my sister id be there in like 20 minutes to take the boys for the day while she works a case”

you scramble to gather your clothes from yesterday, you don’t have time to run home for fresh ones.

“fuck ok i’m gonna shower really quick and then i have to go”

you don’t even let him answer before tugging his shirt on to dash down the hall to the bathroom.

about 5 minutes later you emerge with wet hair combed back fully dressed. he’s standing in the kitchen with your bag on the counter.

“you’re coming back right?”

“uh tonight? i’m not sure if she works late enough i’ll probably just crash there”

“…right” you knew that’s not what he was asking but you couldn’t consider that right now. besides crystals cases could take days with no time to come home.

he hands you your bag

“thanks i’ve gotta go. take it easy today no missions, and don’t try to sneak one lyla already knows you shouldn’t be going. ill.. see you.. around”

“that’s it?”

“what.. did you want a kiss goodbye” you tease

“no-“ his eyes flash with guilt

“oh my god you totally did”

“no i just thought..”

“save it o’hara. your covers blown, you’re an absolute sucker”

“i am not a-“

you kiss his cheek gently. it felt weird. it wasn’t lustful or teasing, it was just.. a kiss.

he opens the portal for you and you turn to leave but before you walk in he grabs your arm and pulls you back

“i changed my mind”

he plants a kiss on the bruises blossoming on your neck

“keep your hair up”

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[trash-king18]

m pt. 15

so sorry for the unexpected delay on this pt. my wifis been out for days🥲

cw: more fighting, angry fcking, unprotected (please dear lord wrap it before u tap it) injections, accidental injury, little bit of 🩸not much

————

you weren’t sure what happened now. he didn’t seem cold towards you anymore and you were still annoyed but you’d beaten most of the anger out on a fake dummy for four weeks. it’s not like you could just smile at each other or start a friendly conversation in the halls, that would be even weirder. the only thing that was considered normal for you two was fighting. so you decided that’s what you’d have to do. it maybe wasn’t the smartest, your ribs were mostly healed but still not entirely 100 percent. and interrupting his work to pick a fight was never a good choice. you didn’t even know what you’d fight about but knowing him, something would come up within about 30 seconds of you entering the space.

besides if he got too angry you still needed to test the new sedative serum.

you walked into his office without knocking, office being a loose term. it was a seemingly endless dark room of webs connecting the different universes and a platform with screens. perfect place for brooding.

you know he can tell you’re there but he doesn’t acknowledge your presence.

“got a minute?”

“nope.”

“can you.. find one”

“busy.”

“seriously o’hara i just need a second.”

“what is it”

“will you at least come down from there”

no answer

“fine never mind it can wait”

you hear him web down behind you

“what is it”

you turn back around

“i-“

“don’t waste my time”

“well-“

“oh great so you come in here and bother me and you don’t even know why”

“you know if you weren’t such a brooding baby people might feel inclined to actually listen to you”

you wait. you weren’t sure how he’d react to you making fun of after everything

he looks like he’s going to yell but instead he just says

“i’ll make a note of that”

“Oh por el amor de Dios o’hara will you just yell at me”

for gods sake/for the love of god

“what?”

“just yell at me, make fun of me, something this is stupid”

“you ~want~ me to yell at you”

“yes!”

“no.”

“wh-since when don’t you want to yell at me”

“i could believe me, i have plenty i could yell at you for.. but i have more important things to deal with”

“and those are”

“not doing this”

“too late”

he turns back around and steps towards you

“what the hell are you doing”

“talking”

“no. you’re trying to piss me off why”

“nothing i just.. ”

he groans “whatever. did you have something to say or not”

you stutter

“or did you just come in here with the intent of starting another pointless fight”

“no- i”

he’s standing over you now

“all the times you yell at me for getting mad and now here you are you—“

“i what”

he doesn’t answer but his expression has changed. suddenly he reaches for your face and you just watch his hand

“what are you-“

“shut up”

he places his hand on the side of your face and you don’t pull away.

he starts to lean down to your face. he pauses before your lips his breath is warm and when you still don’t move he presses one rough kiss to you before pulling back.

you just stand, eyes slightly closed before you feel him pick you up and walk you over to an empty unused table. he sets you down and bends you over it harshly. you can feel him slightly hard pressed against your ass.

your voice is quiet “o’hara what are you doing”

he doesn’t answer he just starts tugging your pants down around your legs and you hear him taking his suit off.

you try to turn to look but he pushes your chin forward again. you don’t stop him as his hands find purchase on your hips and feel him press against the entrance.

“o’hara-“

he leans down into your ear and growls “miguel” and that’s all he says before he pushes into you not giving you a second to adjust before he starts stroking in and out. it’s rough and it hurts but you don’t want to stop him.

the pace is bruising and you’re quickly out of breath as your side starts to ache. besides a few quite grunts he’s completely silent.

your hand comes down to grab your side to keep it from banging against the table but the pain starts to sharpen and you call out weakly.

“miguel.”

he doesn’t answer

“miguel fuck please you’re hurting me”

he glances to your hand and all he does is groan angrily before flipping you onto your back and resuming the same pace.

it’s more intimate now but he refuses to look at you. he just stares at the slight bulge in your stomach.

once the pain subsides you start to feel yourself pulsing around him. you don’t ask him to slow down you just put your head back and let yourselves fuck the anger out.

after a while you start to feel a release build and you start moaning his name softly.

you can feel him resisting you even as he pumps into you over and over but your body is exhausted and you lean to grab his back for support.

he uses one arm to wrap around your waist and push into even deeper while the other comes up and grabs your neck.

you can still breath but there’s pressure.

he still won’t look at you but you can tell he’s also close and his thrusts start to get sloppy. you finish together breathlessly and a string of curses leaves his mouth as he cums. he holds you for just one second his touch seeming to soften before pulling away and immediately moving to clean up and pull his suit back up.

you pull your clothes back on and just stare at him. he still hasn’t said a word.

you stand there waiting.

“what”

“that’s it?”

“what else is there”

“i don’t know.. an apology maybe”

“you could’ve stopped me”

“not for that”

“than what” he snaps

“following me, being a jerk, being irresponsible..”

he pinches the bridge of his nose “no puedo más no puedo mas”

“…invading my privacy-”

“when did i-“

“-acting like a jealous boyfriend with marcus”

he stops “that’s not- i was not- well what about you huh?”

“me!?”

“accusing me of- of-“

“was i wrong!?”

“YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO BRING IT UP!”

his voice is filled with hurt, angrier than you’d ever heard him. you’re sure everyone in the whole building could hear

you knew he was right too, even if it was true, you shouldn’t have mentioned his past. he lost his wife, his daughter. they may have never been his to begin with but the trauma was real, and so was his guilt. you knew that, and you understood it more than you wanted anyone to know. you both threw yourselves into work after, trying to make up for what you’d done.

but the difference was you still had family, the boys and crystal. you could never know how it felt to truly lose everything.

“miguel i- i’m sorry”

“just-“ his voice sounds like it might actually break but he clears his throat

“out. just get out.”

“miguel..”

“OUT”

he swings back up to his platform

you leave and go straight home since it’s already late. you consider calling crystal or even going home to see her but before you can decide anything lyla pops up in your living room

“Y/N we need you back here now”

“why what happened”

“It’s bad”

“ how bad” you start to worry

“well… someone let an anomaly escape and he kinda..

“lyla, what happened”

he’s going on a rampage, he’s shut himself in his office but he’s already broken all his computers”

you hear crashing in the background

“shit i’ll be right there”

you speed back and run up. you grab the new injection and then race to his office

“somebody needs to break down the door”

jess “you can’t go in there right now”

“i have to”

gwen “what are you gonna do, no offense y/n but you don’t even have powers”

“just get the door open”

it takes three of them they eventually get it open

“everybody just go home. me and lyla will take care of this”

“we can’t just let you-“

“go. now just trust me”

they finally agree and then you carefully step in the room dodging pieces of computer screen.

“HEY! knock it off!”

he doesn’t even seem to hear you.

“MIGUEL. IF YOU DONT STOP THROWING SHIT RIGHT NOW I WILL ACTUALLY SHOOT YOU”

he doesn’t stop, and you fire a warning shot into the ceiling

he whips around and looks at you

you point the gun loosely in his direction but not where you’d hit him, you didn’t plan to shoot him but you thought you might have to

he jumps down and stalks over. his eyes are deep red and his claws are out. he’s practically snarling

“you look like a feral dog, knock it off”

“don’t speak to me”

“fine. we won’t talk but you’re gonna sit your ass down and stop breaking everything”

“oh will i?”

he reaches for a strand of your hair and wraps it around his finger

“don’t touch me miguel”

“i thought you liked how i touched you, you were practically begging for me earlier”

his claw cuts into your skin on accident when you try to pull away

“get off”

he goes to grab your wrist but before he can you stab the needle into his side and push down. he staggers backwards. the injection hits him full force and you can see the discomfort as it courses through his blood.

the color drains from his face, and he sways slightly.

you step toward him hesitantly

“miguel..

he looks up at you and all the anger is gone, he looks guilty and exhausted

you step closer and gently remove the needle. he meets your eyes and tries to say something before he crumples in front of you sinking to his knees.

he reaches out for you and you step back, slightly nervous which just makes him look more upset

“i- i’m sorry, y/n”

you put your hand on his shoulder and he leans forward. his claws are gone and his hands come up to your lower back pulling you to him for a hug of sorts and he presses his forehead to your stomach

“i’m sorry cariño, i didn’t mean it, i’m so sorry”

you just stay like that, his breathing slowly steadying

he repeats the same thing over and over.

“i didn’t mean it”

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[trash-king18]

m pt. 14

cw: extensive injuries, blood, suturing, needles, swearing

i promise we’re getting back to the hot and heavy stuff

————

you knew you had some apologizing to do. but so did he, and neither of you was exactly willing to make the first move.

so now.. you waited.

the problem was that you waited almost a month.

you both threw yourselves into work more than ever, you even had lyla monitor his next infusion so you didn’t have to be in the same room together.

you spent every weekend back home with the boys, which was your only relief. but at work you were shut in your lab including over nights or filling every possible moment of free time with tutoring or your own training sessions.

you learned to fight years ago, and it was one of your favorite things to do especially.. especially when you were mad.

the training rooms had simulated sparring partners that mimicked real villains spider people had fought.

the only problem was unlike actually spar partners they didn’t stop when you were on the ground. but right now that’s exactly what you wanted.

the kids were watching from outside, however super they may be you had been fighting since they were in diapers.

gwen “do you think she’s ok”

pavitr “looks fine to me”

you do a simple kick that knocks the target back

hobie “ouch”

gwen “are you sure? she’s in here every day. this seems… personal”

pavitr “it’s a robot how personal can it be”

your hair was pulled back in a braid and you had on a simple black suit that you had put together just for these sessions. it had a faint black spider web pattern on it, but there was no mask

there were cuts in the arm and over your stomach but they weren’t too deep. you had been training like this every day for the last month. you even felt yourself getting better.

but the lack of sleep and overworking was getting to you.

the bot landed a blow to your face and you immediately felt your lip split slightly and your hand went up to block your head but it left you open.

it hit you square in the ribs and you fell over

gwen “i think we should intervene”

pavitr “are you kidding i’m scared of her now”

you accidentally scratched your own forehead with your knife when you fell and the blood was leaking into your eye.

gwen’s about to pull the plug when you roll over on your back grab the target with your legs and pull it to the ground.

in a matter of seconds its pinned down and you flip the off switch on the back of its neck.

you make your way out of the room

hobie “now that.. was some serious anarchy”

gwen “are you ok? your face is bleeding”

pavitr “and your arm, and your side”

“i’m fine” you manage

you lean against the wall wheezing slightly

“just need to catch my breath”

hobie “badass”

gwen “hobie!, will you let us take you to the infirmary at least you should get those looked at”

“no no i’ll just walk it off”

pavitr “you sure? no shame in getting your ass kicked we’ve all been there”

“i seem to remember winning that fight, i’ll be alright kids thanks though”

you usher them off before slowly making your way back to your lab. you’ve got a first aid kit in there and you knew how to suture as well as any doctor. after multiple stops to lean against the wall and a quick run in to the bathroom to throw up from the pain you finally make it to the lobby. everyone’s heads turn to look at you, but you suck in your breath and keep walking. your hand is pressed to your side and covered in blood now.

jess walks up from behind you

damn girl never er seen this get up before— what the hell happened to you”

“nothing just got a little carried away today”

“i can see that.. you need to go get looked at”

“no i’ll be good just need to sit”

“babe you are dripping blood all over the floor” she wipes the blood from your brow before it could drip into your eye again

you turn around and look back and sure enough trailing behind you are drops of blood.

“ok fine i’ll go there now”

“uh uh you’re not walking, youre breathing weird and you’re limping you shouldn’t yeven be on your feet”

before you can protest she calls out

“hey can one of you help her out”

it gets everyone’s attention and a nearby spider person rushes over “yeah i’ve got her”

but it also gets miguel’s attention who had been being briefed by a spider that had just returned on the far side of the room. he rolls his eyes and groan but dismissed the spider and comes over.

the spider was putting your arm over his shoulders to help you walk back when miguel stepped in front of you.

he doesn’t say anything and the spider person looks between you awkwardly

“hey.. boss just uhm taking her to the infirmary so..”

“we’re good parker, i’ll handle it”

“oh.. uh ok” he gently removes your arm and backs away

“i’m fine, it’s just a few cuts”

“mhm”

“seriously o’hara i’m fine”

“oh uh huh uh huh”

you go to push around him but he catches your side and you wince sharply.

before you can say anything else he slips his arm around you and starts walking you to the infirmary.

“i said im fine cabron”

he doesn’t answer he just drags you along with him.. being a little less than gentle but not too bad

when you get in he announces “everyone out”

everyone steps out wordlessly including the doctors. you roll your eyes and push yourself off him with great effort which makes the bleeding worse. but you grab a suture kit and sit down on the edge of a bed. you wipe the blood off your forehead and start with the cut on your arm.

he just watches you take a deep breath and pour antiseptic on the wound. you bite you lip but refuse to make a sound. then you simply take the needle out and start closing the wound.

“what- are you doing”

“suturing”

“yourself?”

you don’t answer as you finish pulling the string and then rip it off with your teeth.

he shakes his head in disbelief and heads for the door

you move to start on your side but the angle is awkward and the more you twist to try and get it the more it hurts.

you stifle a strangled groan.

“you need help”

it was not a question

“just get me a mirror”

he takes the things from your hands.

“hey”

he grabs a cloth and covers it in antiseptic, you try to grab it from his hand but he pushes it away and presses it into your side

you yelp “ay puta madre”

mother fucker

he smiles just a little bit but quickly covers it up.

“you think this is funny”

“did i laugh”

“you’re a jerk”

he goes to start closing the cut but stops

“what”

“suit needs to come off for this one”

“it’s fine just let me do it” you reach for it but he pulls away

he just waits patiently with an annoyed look on his face

you groan “turn around”

“seriously?”

you just stare at him until he does.

you try your best to reach the zipper on your back but it hurts and you can’t use the arm on the side with the cut because it’ll start bleeding more. and you cant reach that far with the other arm because you’ll pop the stitch.

you mutter under your breath

“me cago en la hostia”

fucking damn it

he peeks over his shoulder

“i said don’t look”

“you can’t get it”

“i can just give me a second”

after hearing you struggle for another minute he shakes his head and turns around.

he reaches his arm behind you and pulls the zipper down.

“can you stop”

“can you.. not talk, for a second”

you stare at him and he just tugs the sleeves off of your arms leaving you in a sports bra. the cut was worse than you had originally thought and there’s bruising right above it.

“you’re gonna need to lie down”

“no it’s fine i’ll get it”

“lie. down.” he presses your shoulder down

“OW.”

“very fine”

he inserts the needle which doesn’t bother you but how close it is to your ribs makes the pressure from his hands hurt

“hold still”

“fuck off”

he keeps going but his hand presses into your ribs where you’d been hit and you grab his arm dig your nails into his skin your face goes white.

he looks up angrily but stops when he realizes

“your ribs bruised, maybe broken you need an x ray”

“no i don’t it’s just a little sore”

“i wasn’t asking”

“i gathered”

you haven’t let go of his arm and he glances at your hand and you let go before looking back at the ceiling

he continues more carefully

“why are you doing this”

“would you have let the nurses do it”

you stay silent until he finishes.

he gets up.

“i’ll have them do an x ray”

you feel him hesitate

“don’t do anything stupid like that again”

“no promises”

he just rolls his eyes but this time there’s humor in the way he does it

he hands you a bandaid for your forehead

and turns to leave, but right before he walks out the door he pauses, seeming like he wants to say something but all he says it

“nice suit”

you mutter to yourself as he walks out

“yep im fine thanks for the concern”

little do you know he’s the reason you’re kept in the medical wing under observation for 5 days and he’s the first person to receive every update on your condition as well as the only one allowed to approve your discharge and treatments.

that was the first step to at the very least being able to go back to normal, or normal for you two anyway.

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[trash-king18]

m pt. 13

one more miguel pov!!

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he felt guilty about it but after seeing how upset you looked and realizing that the gravestone belonged to your brother he needed to know what happened. every time family came up you immediately iced him out. even he was more willing to talk about what had happened to him.. and ~that~ was saying something. so he ended up knocking on your sisters door.

“Miguel! how are you?”

“i’m ok, how are you”

“i’m.. fine? y/n isn’t here right now”

“si si i know i was actually hoping to talk to you”

“oh? ya veo. llegar”

i see, come in

“what did you need to talk to me about”

“i.. uh.. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable but i found her.. at the park last night and she was very upset”

“she was at the park?”

“whose.. whose grave was she visiting”

“my husband.. her brother”

“Pedro?”

“he was our spider-man”

“what? she didn’t..”

“and she probably wasn’t going to, she doesn’t talk about it, even with me

his death.. it was harder for her than the rest of us”

“you lost the love of your life.”

“si.. but in a way, so did she. their parents were always gone, even with her aunt and uncle she was always fighting, getting in trouble. Pedro became our hero when he got bit, but he was always hers. he was the one person who always took care of her, who understood what she was struggling with.”

“her anxiety?”

“you know about that?”

“she had an attack a few months ago.. i was there and i tried to help her”

“and she still stuck around after you saw her like that? hmm…. it was always a struggle, the doctors diagnosed it when she was 7, but after we lost him it was worse”

“what happened”

“…she was there, the day it happened. she helped him on most missions, fixing his wounds, helping keep who he was hidden. but one day there was a villain spider-man couldn’t win against. she tried to save him, but she couldn’t.

after everything was over, to protect his identity, to protect our family.. she- she had to pull him away.

as painful as it was for the rest of us, she had to drag his body away all on her own. she never told anyone about any of it, to spare me the pain, but she has nightterrors, she’d mumble broken bits and pieces in her sleep, eventually i put the pieces together. she blamed herself for all of it, she still does”

“but that wasn’t her fault”

“she doesn’t see it way, and unfortunately their parents didn’t either. May had known, and despite y/n begging her not to, she decided that they had a right to know and told them about who he was. they got in a huge fight at his funeral, she threw herself into work for months, only coming to see the boys a few times. eventually she disappeared altogether, she showed up a year later and explained everything she had been doing, her work for you.

she’s been dealing with all of it alone since then.”

“i didn’t realize”

“im sure you get what that’s like. you care about her clearly, but let me be clear. i care about her more, don’t mess this up or you’ll have me to deal with”

“i believe it”

he goes to leave

“she’ll try to push you away, don’t let her. you understand, she needs you, and i think you need her too”

“thank you crystal”

miguel isn’t sure what to do with this information. he’s still upset with you for what you said but despite that what he wanted to do right now was find you and pull you into his arms. he knew you were struggling but he had no idea how much. even if he could get over his stubbornness and go to you he doubted you’d let him within ten feet. so he kept waiting, watching you from afar, having lyla check up on you. it was a violation of trust but he just needed to make sure that you were ok.

he had no idea what he was doing. he was distracted, trying to sort out his feelings for you every second of every day. work was still important to him but god he didn’t even want to go if the alternative was being with you.

having you near him, in his bed, under his touch? it was addicting. that morning after you slept in his apartment his sheets smelled like you. and embarrassingly enough for someone who typically kept everything as clean as possible, he didn’t wash them until the smell of you was gone.

it was freaking him out a little. being around you was infuriating yes, but it also made him want to do stupid things. like kiss you when no one was looking, or bring you food to make sure you were eating. he hadn’t felt the need or even the desire to take care of someone in a long time, including himself. it was just.. work. he had essentially been dating his job, the closest thing he had to a partner was the multiverse.

he had closed himself off to the idea of ever being with anyone again. sure he had been attracted to you but he could always blame it on his dna and pretend there was zero human influence. but now.. fuck he didn’t even know what he wanted. he wasn’t even sure it was a want at this point, it felt like he needed you. which he tried to fight and convince himself he didn’t but when you came into the room or he’ll even into his line of sight every conflicting emotion, every multiversal problem, every voice of guilt in the forefront of his mind just faded.

that wasn’t new, it happened when you two fought as well. it seemed your presence was calming even if you were screaming back and forth. he thought it would be fine, just going on fighting like that but that day in his lab changed things. he had slipped up, lost control, but you hadn’t seemed taken back. you just seemed.. like him.

now he didn’t want to go without you, whatever that meant, and that was the problem.

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[trash-king18]

m pt. 12

more fighting (sorry i feel like they’re always fighting but that’s just their dynamic and i kinda just let the plot flow how i think it would naturally)

pretty sure it counts as spoilers in this one so read accordingly

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miguel didn’t check on you anymore that week, as far as you knew. it was thursday now, he needed another infusion, but you honestly didn’t even expect him to show up. but you stayed until 6 when he was supposed to come in just incase.

you always did it when most everyone had left, lyla was still the only one who knew the real job you were here for.

as far as everyone else knew you were just a resident biochemist who was using the tech there to work on vaccines for some rare diseases in multiple universes.

but right as you were getting ready to leave you hear the doors slide open.

his face is hard set and he doesn’t say anything so you don’t either. you just open the door to the exam room and he follows you in.

at the very least he doesn’t give you any trouble and you get him set up quickly. you sit down on the stool and look at him, waiting for him to say something. but he just looks straight ahead and projects a screen from his watch and starts working.

you wanted him to look guilty, say sorry, something, but he gives you nothing.

“i’ll be outside working. i’ll be back in to check on you.” your voice is tight. you don’t care if he can hear the tears your holding back in your voice. they’re from anger nothing more.

he doesn’t stop you, or say anything.

you’ve been consistently frustrated with this man since the moment you met him. but this was different. you were angry, and hurt. it was draining.

you pop your head in 15 minutes later, he doesn’t look at you just keeps working. so you shut the door.

you haven’t eaten yet because you were waiting for him so you walk downstairs and grab something quick. you scroll your phone, which somehow still could pull up the news from your universe which you did not understand. you head back up and walk in to find him leaning over the lab table in the front room with the iv line being pulled through the door.

“what are you doing”

when he sees you he tries to step towards you but he stumbles barely catching himself on the table.

you push him back into the exam chair which is not easy because he can’t balance. you check his pupils and realize they’re blown.

“god damn it were you drinking”

“no” he slurs slights

“don’t lie to me”

“maybe a little”

“ay estupido”

you pull the IV from his arm immediately.

“you know you can’t drink with your treatment”

“lo siento cariño, i didn’t mean it”

your voice is still tight.

“don’t apologize to me you’re the one who has to deal with this”

he tries to say something else but you use his watch and call lyla

“heyyy boss. oh y/n is everything ok”

“he got drunk apparently and now he’s acting like..this”

“i see that. what should we do.”

“we need to wait it out, he should be fine by tomorrow morning. but i’ll have to take his vitals make sure everything’s ok”

“sorry boss looks like you’re sleeping right here tonight. should i?

“go ahead”

the restraints that are built into the chair clamp onto his wrists.

he slurs as he tries to move his arms

“heyyy”

“will you keep an eye on him.”

“where are you going”

“home. i can’t deal with this right now. he knows the rules, this is no one’s fault but his”

“mi cariño, don’t go”

lyla clears her throat awkwardly.

“im leaving. lylas going to keep an eye on you tonight. sleep it off and if you’re better in the morning the restraints will come off”

he just gives you drunken puppy dog eyes.

and you scoff and walk out.

“don’t let him leave until i get here to check his levels tomorrow. i’ll come early as possible.”

you get home and slam the door shut. you drop all your things and make a beeline for bed. you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

when you get up for work you rush to shower and eat some cold leftovers in your fridge. it was 5am when you left, you wanted to relieve lyla from watching miguel although part of you wanted to leave him sitting there all day. as you’re headed out the door, you notice the napkin that marcus had written his number on. you weren’t going to, but after this week you weren’t really worried about what miguel had to say and you kind of wanted to talk to someone who was in no way involved with work.

You put the number in your phone and text him

- Todavía esta noche, si estás libre

still around tonight if you’re free

he probably won’t see it for a while so you close it and head for work.

when you walk in lylas still there putting together pieces of some weird contraption in hologram form.

She whispers

“oh good you’re here.”

“did you have any problems last night”

“when he finally calmed down he slept through the night”

“and before that”

“he.. uhm he kept asking for you”

“probably wants to find an excuse to yell and me about this”

“…right. do you need me for anything else”

“no i’ve got him, thank you for staying.”

“no problem hon gave me time to work on my new project”

she disappears and you turn to regard him, still asleep. you needed to a breathalyzer and make sure he was back down before you could do the injection again. you considered trying to do it while he was asleep but you knew it wouldn’t work.

so instead you opt for turning the lights on and yelling his name until he jerks his eyes open.

“oh good you’re up, open please”

you hold it up to his mouth but he doesn’t open he just blinks at you

“you’re tied to a chair. i will pry your mouth open”

he opens his mouth just enough, but with the fangs it’s always hard to get it in

when you read the results, he’s still too high.

“jesus how much did you drink”

“not enough”

“you’re making jokes right now? that was stupid. and dangerous. i don’t need to remind you what happened last time”

he had ended up drunkenly rampaging your lab

his face flashed with guilt

“you’re not drunk anymore so i’m letting you go, but you’ll need to come in and finish your infusion tonight. don’t even think about trying to avoid it i’ve already asked lyla to make sure you do it”

“where will you be”

“not here. i have plans”

you press the button and the restraints come off but you simply walk out of the room.

“wh- plans with who”

he follows you out into the lobby, no one’s there yet

“no es astunto tuyo”

none of your business

“well i’m making it my business ”

“~well~ then that sounds like your problem”

“oh uh huh uh huh does it? well consider this me making it our problem”

“there is no “our problem” because there is no us”

“thats not for you to just decide”

“it was the other night”

“don- you- dont say those things here”

“you started this argument here so we’re having it here”

“you’re the one who turned it into a fight”

“because i’m not going to let your lapse in judgement or weird phase where you try to turn me into what you’ve lost screw up my whole life!”

you snapped.

he stops dead in his tracks. so do you. you surprised yourself, you didn’t even realize you felt that way. you silently curse yourself and turn around but he’s already walking back to shut himself in his office.

you don’t call after him. you just stand there but when you turn back around to get to the food courts but as you do you see a flash of what looks like a little red hat disappear behind the door.

“peter!”

you walk into the food court and see nothing

“peter b i know you’re up there” you gesture to the ceiling without looking up

“…no i’m not”

you look up and see him chasing after mayday whose crawling around the ceiling

“mayday” you call out “hey mija are you having fun”

she babbles at you

“why don’t you crawl on down here and we can play a little game”

she smiled and babbles some more before descending from the ceiling by a single web strand right into your arms. a new trick she’d learned. peter b jumps down after her and you hand him the baby

“what are you doing here it’s not even 6”

“ohh may here kept waking up so i figured i’d take her for a swing, just kinda ended up here”

“you look exhausted”

“so do you, why are you here so early? some super secret science stuff” he offers up helpfully

“it’s ok peter, i know you heard”

“wh- whatttt i don’t- huh? i don’t even know.. what you’re.. talking… about.”

you just look at him

“alright fine i may have heard a little bit of something but no harm no foul my lips are.. sealed.. me and mayday won’t tell a soul right honey?”

she just babbles and starts climbing on his head.

“it’s not what you think”

“i don’t think anything, i didn’t even hear remember?”

“… right” you smile at him greatfully as clueless as he was he was always in your corner where it counted.

you get up to go

“hey y/n?”

“i don’t know what’s going on with you two.. but despite everything he’s lost he’s still spider-man. i mean he might be the grumpiest most unfunny spider-man in the entire multiverse i mean really-“

“peter”

“yeah yep sorry alls i’m trying to say is… no matter what he’s been through, he still wants to fight to protect people ~because~ he cares. deep down, i mean very deep down like mariana trench deep-“

“peter.”

“just don’t write him off too quickly. mj took a chance on me, and now look”

he gestures to their daughter whose shooting webs all over the tables with his arm

“thank you peter.. really”

you kiss him on the cheek and ruffle maydays hair. then you scoop her up.

“alright pequeño, that’s enough for you, why don’t we go learn some new tricks in the training rooms. go home peter, get some more sleep, eat breakfast with your wife not dusty day old food court empanadas.”

“no that’s alright”

“peter b.. go. home. i’ve got this one”

“thank you.

he kisses maydays little nose.

“daddy will be back soon don’t be too much trouble”

you took her to the training room because that way she could climb on anything and everything but you didn’t have to worry about her escaping or the mess.

for a little bit you even tried to get her to practice shooting webs to the ceiling and climbing up which occupied her for all of 60 seconds before she burst out giggling and swinging around in circles instead

“ay dios mío mija eres tan problemático”

you are trouble.

you sigh as you grab her and blow raspberries into her cheeks causing her to burst into laughter

“are you hungry mi amiguita”

my little friend

she nods furiously so you take her back to the food court. it’s past 7 now and you already feel like you’ve worked a whole day.

you grab a bottle that peter kept in a spare fridge in your lab which he didn’t ask to do but you didn’t mind as long as you remembered and didn’t accidentally put samples in there with them.

you heat it up and give it to her but she insists on taking bottles on the ceiling so you hand her off to hobie who had been lounging at a table strumming his guitar.

those two got along all too well.

peter runs in

“mayday! mayday!?”

“relax parker” you point up

and he relaxes

“Y/n how can i ever thank you”

“you don’t have to, i love the little bug”

you head back to the lab to check the samples you had made for the new injections. you glanced up at his office door but you just continued walking.

today was the day you did the first round of testing for the samples to see if they were even usable before you actually tested them out. of course you couldn’t just use them unless he actually needed one but given the events of this morning, you had no doubt you would need them soon. you’re buried in work when you hear a text message notification.

maybe: marcus

Estás de suerte, me bajo a las 4. Reúnete conmigo en nuestro antiguo lugar a las 5?

youre in luck, i get off at 4. meet me at our old spot at 5?

you like the message. you still planned on going but after your talk with peter you were starting to feel guilty about it again.

it’s 415, just enough time to run home and freshen up and pop over to another universe. you’d gotten used to it but sometimes when you were making plans out loud it still struck you how odd it sounded.

you almost considered knocking, just to.. remind him about his treatment but really to see how mad he still was but you decided against it.

45 minutes later you found yourself back home, somewhere you never expected to go again.

“jesus marcus did you have to pick here, i mean.. it’s so high up”

you climbed up to the top of the water tower and sat down with a thud. you never loved heights

“sorry, feeling nostalgic i guess”

“i see that”

he sits down next to you, the suns just started to set.

you talk for a while, what happened after school, your family’s, you tried to steer him from the topic of work as best you could but it didn’t go great.

finally after your quiet for a moment

“so.. miguel.. your ~coworker~?”

“oh uhm yeah i’m sorry about that”

“how long have you two been together”

“what! oh god no we’re not- we aren’t— we just have a complicated work relationship is all.”

“mm complicated enough to follow you from switzerland to check up on you?”

“he- we had a work emergency”

“seemed like you were fighting”

“we disagree on what the best course of action was.”

“well what do you think.”

you fidget trying to find a way to answer without giving anything away

“i think..we need to take a more conservative approach. the.. decision is too risky to make so i don’t want to mess with something where people end up hurt”

“and what did he say”

“i think he wants to just do it anyway, figure it out as we go. it’s stupid right?”

“mmm i don’t know”

“what?”

“you’ve been always been a little too cautious lulu especially when it comes to.. people’s hearts”

you know what he’s trying to say.

“look i wanted to catch up, as friends, see how you were but you’ve clearly got a lot on your mind. more than i can help with”

“i’m sorry”

“it’s ok, todo esta bien. maybe…”

“what”

“when’s the last time you visited him”

“it’s been years”

“he always gave the best advice, im sure he’d be happy to see you”

you don’t answer.

“i’ll see you around y/n, good luck.. with your work thing”

he disappears down the side and leaves you with your thoughts.

an hour later you end up wandering through a park, the park, the one where you always went to visit your brother.

you walk up to a simple flat grey stone.

“hola hermano. it’s been a long time”

you don’t actually talk about what happened you just sit on the ground staring at the stone. thinking about everything going on, and everything that had happened years ago

it’s sunset now, slowly getting dark, normally you’d leave but you couldn’t.

you felt soft footsteps behind you, not heard more like sensed, and you turn around to the last person you expected to see.

Miguel, is leaning against the tree. he still looks upset with you, he won’t meet your gaze, but slightly concerned

“if you’re here to yell at me, save it.”

he doesn’t say anything. you wipe the wetness from your eyes hastily.

“seriously miguel just leave, please”

he steps closer and you try to block him from seeing the stone but he reads it over your head.

Pedro Pardo

1995-2019

he stands still staring at it until he finally realizes why you’re here. who it is. he looks between you and the stone. you’re holding back tears and refuse to look at him.

“just get out of here”

when he speaks he still sounds distant but there’s also concern

“i didn’t know.”

“of course not because i didn’t tell you. please just leave”

he doesn’t move he just keeps looking down at you

you can’t hold the tears anymore “miguel please i know that you’re mad but i am ~asking~ you just this once listen to me. go away”

they stream down your face and you turn your back to him.

he reaches out to touch you but stops himself.

“just.. be safe”

you don’t hear him leave but you can tell when he’s gone.

you hold yourself together best you can until you make the jump back to your apartment but as soon as you step out of the portal into your living room you dissolve into tears on the floor.

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[trash-king18]

m pt. 11

jealous overprotective migs once again

cw: none really just fighting

a lot of spanish in this one i don’t have the energy to check if i’m right with a translator so bear with me please. i will fix it if there’s problems

i feel like this one’s a bit longer

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because you had to run home to get changed before work you were a little bit late again today.

“late twice in one week, what’s going on with you” hobie poked as you walked past, knowing full well

“what? nothing just keep forgetting to set my alarm”

“right yeah whatever you say”

you finally reach your lab.

Miguel had woken up and insisted on making you eat a full breakfast before he dropped you off at home to get ready.

“so mi cariño won’t be so grumpy today”

before he left your apartment he had grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

honestly everything was starting to freak you out. your feelings, his feelings, the fact that you didn’t understand either, and you still felt like you couldn’t trust what this was turning into even if you asked.

you knew you were probably setting yourself up for another episode if you ignored it but you were so close to this breakthrough and you really wanted to figure it out today.

unfortunately your car was still at headquarters but luckily for you, in this universe cars could be driven by AI so you called Lyla and asked if she could do you a favor.

you didn’t actually see miguel at work, something about an anomaly event on earth 199999 that he had taken a team to check out.

you were relieved, to be honest, you could just relax and work.

which ended up working out perfectly because you think you finally found the perfect formula you were looking for but it had to sit in an incubator over night so by 5 instead of going home and panicking you decided to make a surprise visit back home to see your sister.

she swings the door open and immediately looks panicked “what’s wrong?”

“nothing i just wanted to stop it and say hi”

“the boys aren’t here, they’re at your parents tonight”

“oh”

“but i’m happy to see you of course.. you just never stop by unannounced unless something wrong”

“can’t i just spend a night with my sister”

“with our lives?.. no. is this about that guy. i say whatever it is it’s probably your fault”

“first of all i never admitted to there being a guy. and second of all ouch”

“ay hermana don’t take it the wrong way, you just tend to look for the worst outcome you’ve been like that since.. since college.”

“i just don’t think he’s actually able to be in a relationship again.. like ever”

“hah! so there is a guy!”

“crystal please”

“sorry sorry, i just really love being right.

why do you say that”

“he’s lost a lot.. his whole family. i don’t know how he could ever actually feel anything real for someone again. i feel like im just waiting to find out this is all a weird sort of replacement for him or when push comes to shove he’ll just..”

“hey hey sounds like you’re spiraling a little bit.. having you been taking your meds”

“yeah i have, i just have a lot on my plate right now”

“well has he said or done anything to indicate that any of that’s true”

“..no honestly he’s been really caring but i feel like it’s just too good to be true. he’s so.. moody and angry at the world, i didn’t expect him to be gentle or anything with anyone”

“well.. if he’s spider-man he’ll still take care of anything he cares about no matter what he’s lost”

“how did you-“

“girl please you’re like the only non spider person there”

“he’s not like our spider man though- he’s not like any of them”

“have you guys…”

“gross”

“hey were adults we can talk about this stuff”

“… yes”

“when”

“two nights ago”

“damn girl, but not since then?”

“no, why?”

“because you reek of men’s cologne”

you burst out laughing, it feels good. you can’t talk about it with anyone else and you’re glad you came home.

“i spent the night at his place yesterday.. but we didn’t do anything”

“did you sleep in the same bed?”

“yeah?”

“oof non fucking sleepovers already, he may as well propose.”

“crystal! not helping”

“mm sorry, you know what you need?”

“to go out”

“what? no i have work tomorrow.”

“oh come on you don’t have to drink just get out of your head, dance a little, when’s the last time you got to be around your people?”

it was a fair question. the only person you could even speak spanish with was miguel

“i bet no one’s even out it’s a tuesday.”

“ay mija you’ve been away from home too long, there’s always people out it’s brooklyn. we just need to know where to look”

there was a latin bar down the street, you’d been there with her a few times before when you came home on weekends. it wasn’t nearly as crowded now.

still you recognize a few regulars, some of them you went to college with but none of them close enough that they did more than smile in your direction.

—back in Nueva York—

“you said she went home Lyla, but she’s not answering. where is she”

“you shut your watch off before i could clarify, i didn’t mean her apartment. her watch shows her jumping back to her earth about an hour ago”

“damn it. ok”

“Miguel. if there’s something going on and you’re this concerned for her safety you should tell her, it’s only right… and if not and theres something else going on technically i am the head of internal affairs and you specifically told me relationships between employees were to be strongly discouraged.

“well im not an employee and my affairs are no one’s business but my own”

“of course sir it’s just-“

“goodnight lyla”

—back to the bar—

you’re dancing for a while, playing a round of pool with two of Crystals detective buddies who live in the same neighborhood. she asks you to run to the bar to get another round for them, and you get a water for yourself.

there’s only one bartender there because it’s so slow but he’s with another customer so you’re waiting.

when he finally makes his way over to you you’re about to order when you hear him ask

“y/n is that you”

“ay dios mío marcus! i didn’t realize you work here”

marcus wasn’t your ex, but he basically was. you had gotten really close studying together in college. there were even a couple nights that weren’t spent studying but eventually he started to complain that you were always working too much and you ended up getting in a fight and not talking.

without you to keep him on track he ended up dropping out a month later.

“si si después de dejar los estudios, fui mecánico trabajando con mi tío por un tiempo, pero luego un amigo me ofreció un trabajo aquí”

after i dropped out, i was a mechanic working with my uncle for a while, but then a buddy offered me a job here

“Eso es genial estoy contento de verte aterrizar en tus pies”

thats great im glad to see you landed on your feet

“yeah no todos los días se sale del mejor programa biomédico del país”

not every day you drop out of the best biomed program in the country

“apuesto a que tus padres estaban felices por eso”

i bet your parents were happy about that

“mi papá no, pero creo que mamá estaba feliz de tenerme en casa”

my dad wasn't but i think mom was just happy to have me home

“cómo está su mamá”

how is your mom

“ella es buena, ¿has hablado con tus padres?”

she’s good, have you.. talked to your parents

“ay no, si no fuera de los cumpleaños de los chicos”

oh no, yeah not outside of the boys birthdays”

“ah ya veo, que has estado haciendo?”

ah i see, so what have you been up to?

“eh trabajando, tengo un trabajo en un centro de investigación”

uh working, i have a job at a research facility

“Así es, tu hermana mencionó que tenías un trabajo elegante fuera del país. Switzerland bien”

that's right, your sister mentioned you had a fancy job out of country. Switzerland right?

“Si”

“Entonces estás en casa para el cumpleaños de Diego el fin de semana pasado?”

so youre home for diegos birthday last weekend

you lie

“tuve unas vacaciones extra, pensé en quedarme un par de días más”

i had some extra vacation, thought I'd stick around a couple extra days

“Estoy seguro de que los chicos están contentos de tenerte un poco más”

im sure they boys are glad to have you a bit longer

“ay estoy contenta de estar en casa”

im glad to be home

for the first time that wasn’t a lie.

“Bueno, si todavía estás por aquí este fin de semana, me encantaría pasar el rato, ponte al día.”

well, if your still around this weekend id love to hang out, catch up

it wasn’t a date.. in any way as far as you could tell

but it still felt wrong to say yes.

“Uh, tendré que consultar con el trabajo y con mi hermana, pero... ya veré"

"Uh I'll have to check with work and my sister but... ill see"

“vale genial, aquí está mi nuevo número, solo házmelo saber”

ok great, here’s my new number, let me know.

“Oh, casi lo olvido, tres cervezas más y un agua”

Oh almost forgot, three more beers and a water

“claro, y lulu? es muy bueno verte”

sure, and lulu? it’s really good to see you

god you hadn’t heard that nickname in a while. it wasn’t a pet name or anything, most people called you that back in school.

he hands you the drinks and you turn to head back to the pool table but you come face to face.. with Miguel.

at first you hope that maybe.. just maybe this is your universes doppelgänger but from the look on his face you can tell it isn’t.

“what, and i cannot stress this enough, the fuck are you doing here”

“nice to see you too cariño”

“this” you make a circular gesture at him standing in the bar “cannot happen. you can’t just show up while i’m at home. how did you even know where i was.”

“pinged your watch. who’s he”

he looks behind you at marcus who’s eyeing the two of you up

“.. the bartender?”

“seemed familiar for a bartender”

“we went to college together”

“oh so you don’t mind if i introduce myself”

“uhm yes i very much do mind”

“noted.” then he walks over anyway. you follow him.

“Hola amigo what can i get for you?”

“oh no im good, i’m Miguel O’hara. Y/Ns friend”

“uh we’re.. coworkers” you offer quickly

“Oh the swits hired two of our own, soon we’ll run the company eh”

miguel looks at you “swits?”

“Yes the pharmaceutical company we work for.. in switzerland”

“.. right. of course. so, you two met in college”

“yea we uh went to grad school together, but we both grew up around here. me and lulu go way back right?”

your face immediately flushes at the nickname. miguel had already looked intent on killing marcus before he came over.

you didn’t know he had been watching you two talk the whole time.

now he looked certain he was going to kill marcus.

but he doesn’t do anything. “Lulu?”

“yeah that’s what i used to call her back in school”

“mm”

you get ready to try and tackle the angry 6’5 half spider before he can reach over the bar and murder him but at just the right time your sister appears

“Y/N you’re taking forever,

oh hey marcus, didn’t realize you were on tonight, how’s it going”

“i’m good crystal gracias”

“cmon the guys are getting impatient, no more chit chat”

why did she have to say it like that. you glance behind you as he stands up

“vamos carnala— hold on.. who are you tall handsome stranger man”

“crystal this is-“

“Miguel o’hara” he reaches his hand from behind you to shake hers “im y/ns.. coworker”

“ahh ya veo.” she smirks at you “im crystal, her sister and best friend”

“por supuesto, encantada de conocerte”

of course, lovely to meet you

“Oh, es español, no lo mencionaste”

he’s spanish, you didn’t mention that

“Of course i didn’t, because i didn’t mention him. why don’t you take the drinks back and i’ll catch up in a second. I need to have a ~chat~ with my coworker”

“we’ll just be a minute, i wouldn’t want to interrupt the ~guys~”

“..ok do what you need to do. just don’t keep her all night.” she winks at you and then walks off

you forgot how much of an instigator she was.

you pull him outside.

“what the hell o’hara, what are you doing here”

“saying hello”

“no you’re acting like a bodyguard again”

“no i just wanted to make sure you were ok”

“i came to get away from work and relax”

“at a bar, with guys”

“they’re crystals coworkers i shouldn’t be the one explaining myself. you do not get to act jealous right now, when you tracked me and invaded my.. universe!”

“i’m not jealous, i’m making sure my employee doesn’t do something stupid or dangerous on a work night”

“so now i’m just your employee? well what i do when i’m not at work is my business and mine alone”

“your sister seems nice”

“don’t change the subject”

“i saw you take his number”

“you were spying too!? i cannot believe you”

“why’d you take it”

“we grew up together! he wanted to catch up while i’m here”

“you didn’t catch up enough tonight?”

“not that it’s any of your concern but i took it because i told him i’d see if i could make time. i probably wasn’t going to anyway”

“probably”

you breath in and try to remain calm but it’s really not working

“you are being a dick. and you do not get to treat me like a puppy on a leash. go home. now. or this”

you gesture at the space between you

“what this is, is done. understand.”

“fine. have fun with your friends”

he disappears down the street and you hear the faint buzz of a portal in the alley. you sigh and try to get your breathing under control and focus on the cool night are. for once, you’re glad for crystals snooping, because she had been watching the whole thing through the window and realized you were about to have an attack.

she rushes out to your side.

“hey hey mana, deep breaths it’s ok”

“water”

she runs back in and grabs the water bottle you’d gotten with the beers and gives it to you.

“cmon come sit down”

your breathing slows and you bury your head in your hands

“it’s been getting worse again hasn’t it”

“i don’t know why, i’m taking my meds i’m trying to stick to my routine.”

she just laughs “damn he’s thrown you off”

“wh-what”

“Miguel.. very very handsome by the way you should’ve warned me he was that fine. he’s throwing you off”

“i don’t know what you mean”

“cortar la basura, that’s clearly the mystery man.”

cut the crap.

you don’t answer so she continues

“i haven’t seen you argue like that since your brother was alive.. well minus the sexual tension”

“eww”

“sorry, but seriously i mean it. i haven’t seen you that worked up over anybody in years”

“yeah like you said i like them difficult”

“… you really like him”

“what?”

“oh you soooo like him”

“no i do not. i loathe him”

“do you normally spend two nights in a row with someone you hate”

“that’s unimportant”

“uhh it’s literally the most important part. i expect details by the way”

“oh my god no, make it stop”

“ugh fine. i’ll get them out of you eventually though. even if i have to go full on interrogation mode… hermana?”

“what”

“do you think the reason you’re freaking yourself out over his commitment issues is because you’re really worried about you own?”

“i don’t not have commitment issues”

“really? when’s the last time you had an actual relationship”

“i have been ~committed~ to my career”

“highschool babe. the answer is highschool. remember? that boy noah from your senior year chem class”

“i remember noah.. my parents hated him.”

“yeah they did. thought he was too white”

“..he kinda was”

“yeah.. but that’s not the point. the point is that you have let your anxiety keep you from so many potential good things. in college and grad school, i understood, you weren’t letting anyone come between you and your future. but you’ve had a steady job for years now, which is rare for someone as young as you. when are you gonna stop making excuses for yourself and start to take some risks.”

you sigh she’s right and you know it.

“he just.. he can be such a jerk”

“oh mana i know, and and you’re gonna tell me all about it over a beer and then im sending you home for a good nights sleep. ok?”

“ok”

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[trash-king18]

yes. yes there is something i want.

just thinking about miguel o'hara ... coming out of the shower ...

white towel tied low on his waist, v-line extremely visible, hair leading from his belly button down to the patch that you can just barely see also made known by your wandering eyes. he moves around the room casually, talking to you about something that you just respond to in curt "uh-huh"s, all so you can look at the defined muscles of his shoulders, chest, back, arms.

everything is visible there, with just the most important parts covered, and it's nothing you haven't seen before, but it always gets you. especially with the way his hair waves more when wet, dripping down onto his shoulders, hanging over his chiseled face.

"you listening to me, amor?" his voice is low as he asks it, and he's been speaking the whole time but these words make you jump in your seat. you sit up a little straighter, take a breath, then repeat the same sound ("uh huh"). he continues speaking, and you think you're in the clear.

his back flexes as he digs into the drawer, then he turns to face you and you're met with his abs before you will your eyes to drag up and meet his. chocolate brown, framed with long, wet lashes. his pink lips parted, thick eyebrows furrow for a second, then almost-perfect teeth put on display when he smirks, open-mouthed, then closed.

"something you want?"

[trash-king18]

i see a lot of miguel fics(and works in general) where the reader is described as slender with an hourglass figure and all that shit… but let’s be real. if we’re talking about an afab reader he wants somebody with hip dips, love handles, a jiggly ass, and a stomach. the type has that beautiful wonderful perfect pudge that hangs over the band of your panties or anytime you wear something low cut. the type of stomach that bulges out around the hips in a dress. he goes crazy for it. he adores it. and he loves to grab it possessively and cover it with kisses in bed while he showers you with praise.

your arms got a little jiggle? perfect means your well fed and he’s treating you right.

you still have baby fat on your face or full cheeks? they’re full of love. his love and no one else’s.

if you’re plus size, fat however you wanna say it (it shouldn’t be an insult it’s a word and it’s beautiful and if you’re a beautiful sexy wonderful person then your body type is just as much so. end of discussion) it doesn’t matter to him. he’s the kind of man who could care less about stretch marks and “cellulite” and imperfect shaving. he knows what a woman/lover(if you aren’t afab or simply don’t identify with she/her pronouns) looks like and he’s in love with every inch of your body. he’s a big man and he needs a lot of woman/lover.

that’s not to say he has a problem with skinny or muscular people but let’s give other body types the love they deserve.

thank you and goodnight.

[trash-king18]

imagine buying miguel flowers and him just being all confused and acting like it’s emasculating but then going home and putting them in a little vase in his kitchen and lyla seeing them and teasing him about it

[trash-king18]

m pt. 10

this fic is far from over because i have a problem and am literally obsessed with miggy

cw: slightly suggestive

————

his eyes are closed but you can tell if you move too much you’ll wake him up.

his arm is draped over you so you do your best to carefully slip out from under him without him sensing and you’re 3 steps from the door before you hear him

“adonde vas?”

where are you going

damn it

“to get ready, we have work”

“what about breakfast”

“i don’t know grab a bagel or something from the food court, we’re already gonna be late”

he sounds half asleep still, he still hasn’t even opened his eyes

“a bagel? i don’t want a bagel”

“then get something else”

“no i don’t want that” he mumbles sleepily

you just shake your head in disbelief and start to go towards the door again

“regresar”

come back

“no get up we have to get ready”

you reach for the door but you feel something land on your back

“o’hará don’t you dare”

too late. he pulls you back into bed with a web and catches you before promptly.. rolling on top of you.

“see? mejor”

better

“get. off of me”

he still hasn’t even bothered to open his eyes he just cages you in with his body weight. he kept surprising you lately but you didn’t expect the needy cuddly thing. you thought he might be on drugs. you were honestly surprised he was still there when you woke up. also surprised you hadn’t woke up and snuck out yourself

“miguel lo juro por Dios- you’re making me late”

i swear to god

“you can be late, boss says it’s ok”

“Miguel!”

you sounded mad now, he opened his eyes and looked at you trapped underneath him

“get off! now.”

he groans and rolls off onto his back and you get up before finishing getting ready. he doesn’t move just remains laying on your bed listening to you storm around your apartment. you come back in fully dressed ready to go.

“are you gonna get up?”

“i have to go home first i’ll be at work soon”

“well get moving estupido you’re not staying here”

“why are you in such a rush”

“uh because we’re late”

“you’re leaving without breakfast?”

“ay coño what is with you and food”

“..i’m hungry.”

“what so we’d just get breakfast, together .. show up to work, together? late! act like this is completely normal”

he sits up “well i didn’t think-“

“no you didn’t”

“mi cariño i can see that you’re frustrated-“

“no no no. no cariño right now. none of that. right now we are going to work ~separately~. and we are going to do our work, like normal, and we are going to fight in front of everybody, like normal, and just act normal”

“i thought you said you didn’t want to act like this was normal”

“you-“

“ay dios ok ok”

he hops up and follows you into the living room.

“well act normal, i’ll make sure i yell at you extra”

“not an excuse for you to yell at me for no reason”

“mamacita what do you want from me here”

you turn around and give him a warning look.

“fine. i will just.. be your boss today”

you sigh “thank you”

“but i don’t have to be your boss right now” he says before kissing you on the cheek before you have a chance to stop him and then dashing out to the terrace to avoid being scolded again.

“hasta luego”

“will you-“

but he’s already gone swinging away.

you get to the HQ 45 minutes late, which isn’t awful but unusual for you.

Gwen was sitting in there waiting for you while talking to Pavitr Hobie and Peter B.. and of course Mayday

“Hey Gwen sorry got a late start this morning”

you were helping her with a chem project for school and you frequently tutored many of the younger spider people in science since their grades tended to slip after you know.. becoming super heroes.

“All good, you okay?”

“Fine kiddo, gracias… ~Peter~ you know what i’ve said about bringing may into the lab”

“Yeah sorry Y/N i just.. you know can’t leave her out of my sight for a minute”

May reaches out for you and you grab her before she gets bored and decides to climb on the walls and knock stuff over.

“it’s ok, just make sure you.. keep her close”

“Alright let’s see what you’ve got so far”

the boys escort themselves out taking May with them while you and Gwen work on her project for almost an hour.

“Hey y/n can i ask you something?”

“is this about miles..”

“what no… yes”

“look i know what he asked of you is hard, but it’s for his own good. I haven’t met morales, but he has a choice to make and knowing will only make it harder”

“i know.. i just.. i miss him”

you look at her she seems so defeated, after everything she’s lost you can’t help but try and find a way to help her.

“ya know.. i’m sure they wouldn’t notice if you popped in just to check on him. as long as you promise to hold the universe together while you do”

“no ~he’d~ find out”

“i’m not gonna tell him niña, so as long as you play it smart while you’re there, and don’t talk to him”

“i don’t know.. maybe”

“of course officially i’m telling you to follow orders, you know for the good of the multiverse and all that.”

“right of course”

the boys come back in to come drag gwen to a training session. but they stay for a minute before leaving

Hobie “so did you ask her”

Pavitr hits his arm but he just shrugs

“Yeah i did”

they turn to you

“Hey. like i said officially i’m not saying anything but… play it smart, play it safe, and i tell him nothing”

“Tell who nothing?

Suddenly he’s in the doorway.

Peter B “shit”

gwen slaps his arm.

he looks at peter with distaste but instead of yelling at any of them or throwing them out.

“Don’t you have training sessions to get to”

“uh yeah right away”

“sorry boss”

Hobie “nah mate im good”

everyone turns to him, even for hobie who seemed to relish in pissing him off more than you did, you hated when he yelled at the kids. i mean really they were teenagers you got second hand embarrassment

“My fault boss, me and gwen were finishing a school project she was working on and i asked the boys to let her practice presenting”

He raises his brow at you.

Gwen “right”

Pavitr “yes just doing science things in here”

Hobie “i just don’t like being on time”

you shoot him a look, and the other two pushed him out the doors into the hall.

Peters still in there, looking between you two, you wait for Miguel to yell at him but he just opens the door again and gestures for him to leave.

—in the hall—

Peter B: is it just me.. or is he kind of sort of maybe in a little bit of good mood.. for him

Pavitr nods and looks at hobie

Gwen: less grumpy than i’ve ever seen him. He hasn’t thrown anything at anyone all day.

the boys chuckle

they turn to them “what?”

“can you guys not see what’s clearly happened”

Gwen “they’re gonna fight”

Pavitr “no— well yeah they’re always fighting but something.. changed” he quirks a brow at hobie

gwen mouths a silent O and Pavitr nods confirming

they burst out laughing

Peter B: “what? what happened”

Hobie “man’s got laid”

“hu- oh- OHHHH”

they just laugh more

“guess i owe you twenty bucks” pavitr says to peter

gwen: “wha- you guys bet on it”

pavitr “hell yeah we did, we’ve been waiting for this for years”

peter “you can pay it off by babysitting may day this weekend, apparently most parents don’t bring their kids to date night”

pavitr “no hell no here take my money”

—back in the lab—

“tutoring?��

“are you asking as my boss”

he sighs “yes.”

“then yes sir i help the younger recruits out with assignments often to help them manage their responsibilities and better keep their head clear for their work here.”

“good. that’s good”

“anything else? you’re not due for another infusion for a few days”

“that’s all you have to say”

“normal. remember?”

“well yeah but.. no one’s listening”

“you don’t know that. if they don’t hear shouting soon they’ll start to think somethings up”

he starts to get exasperated “you said don’t yell at you for no reason”

“yes, but i could always yell at you”

his voice is flat “i’ll pass”

“will you at least walk out the door looking angry”

“shouldn’t be hard”

“are you mad now?”

“no.”

“mentiroso”

liar

“~i’m not~.. mad.” he sighs “i just thought…”

“thought what?” you don’t even look up you’re just focused on the work in front of you.

“never mind.”

and he ends up genuinely storming out.

Gwen “there goes the good mood”

“you three training NOW”

“yikes”

later that night you were trying not to fall asleep at your bench as you worked on the new injection formula. you were getting so close but something just wasn’t right.

you hear the frosted glass doors slide open faintly but you’re barely paying attention.

y/n… y/n!

can you hear me.

“huh.. yeah yeah”

“what are you still doing here it’s 11 pm”

“working”

“.. you’re barely awake”

“i’m fine. go away i need to focus”

you always got like this, ever since you were a kid, you’d hyper focus and work for hours sometimes days on end without taking a break forgetting to take care of yourself.

you’d been in the same position since before lunch without moving, just running the serum slightly different every time

“you need to go home”

“deja de molestarme i will when i’m done”

stop bothering me

“if i let you stay will you be done soon”

“ay si”

“how soon”

“just a couple.. hours maybe tomorrow morning”

“yeah nope”

you go to protest but he’s already dragging you away from your work

“hey no no no just let me do this one—“

“no. you’re done i’m taking you home now”

he dragging you from the lab

“fine fine i will go home i promise just let me turn everything off”

he looks at you for a moment before he finally lets you go and of course you immediately run back in and try to close the door in his face and go back to working but he pulls them back open and grabs you before you can.

“hey! let go”

“then cooperate”

“i will”

“no you won’t, let’s go”

he throws you over his shoulder, much less gently than he had the first time he did it.

he turns all the computers off and puts the vials you had out back in the fridge/incubator while you hang trying to squirm out of his grip.

“miguel bájame ahora mismo así que ayúdame dios te dispararé en el pie”

put me down right now or so help me god i will shoot you in the foot.

“mi cariño if you shoot me i guarantee you will just made me more mad”

“stop calling me that!”

you hear him mutter to himself

“i’ll call you whatever i want”

before he reaches up and pulls the gun from its holster on your hip. he checks the safety’s on but he puts it back. you couldn’t grab it from this angle even if you wanted to.

you shout a string of things you would never dare repeat in front of your nephews in english and in spanish. there’s no spider people left as far as you can tell. he walks into the elevator with you still banging onto his back with your fists, but instead of pushing down he pressed the up button.

“my car is downstairs genius”

“we’re not taking your car”

the door dings open and he steps out onto the roof.

“oh no.. oh hell no you are not swinging me anywhere o’hara do you hear me?”

“not up to you”

he sets you down for a second to put his mask back on.

he grabs your waist with his lasso since you immediately headed back for the elevator and pulls you back

“do that one more time o hara”

“miguel”

“not sure what point you’re trying to prove but this is not helping your case”

“not proving anything sweetheart just being a gentleman, taking you home”

“you call this being a gentleman”

“i call this.. taking you home”

“god you are so infuriating do you know that”

but he doesn’t answer he just picks you up again by the waist and shoots a web onto the nearest rooftop.

“do not do it. i’m serious”

too late. he jumps and you’re swinging from rooftop to rooftop, suddenly instead of fighting your way out of his arms you’re clinging to him with your head buried in his shoulder.

you don’t look up until you feel him land on a solid surface.

he puts you down and you mutter to yourself

“god i always hated that”

he’s confused because he doesn’t remember when you would’ve had to but he doesn’t say anything

you look up and you’re ~not~ at you’re apartment. you’re on a rooftop close enough that you can still see HQ in the distance.

“where are we”

“home”

“no my apartment is the other direction”

“never said your home”

he just starts walking to the stairwell.

“seriously?”

but he just opens the door gestures for you to walk in.

you look around and realize you’ve got no choice so you march past him.

“see? gentleman?”

“cállate”

you walk down into the hallway where his suite is. he picks you up out of the way, unnecessary, to unlock the door. and then holds it again for you to come in. you just stare at him refusing to move before he takes your hand to pull you in and shuts the door behind you.

“bathrooms down the hall on the left in case you wanna shower, i’m gonna go get changed”

you just keep standing there staring

“what?”

“what are you doing”

“getting ready for bed, uhm there’s clean towels in there already you can use the black ones”

you just scoff and turn towards the door

“where the hell are you going”

“home”

“how you gonna get there?”

“walk”

“no you’re not”

“yes i am”

“that’s not safe”

“i have a gun”

“i remember”

you go to unlock the door but he stops you

“o’hara i’m warning you, get out of my way”

“you gonna shoot me cariño?”

you sneer.

“i get you want to act professional at work but do you have to be so..”

“so?”

“impossible?”

“you’re not helping yourself.”

“it’s true”

“you can’t keep me here. that’s kidnapping”

“you’re an adult”

“not how that works”

“leave if you want, i’ll just follow you” he turns back around and heads toward what you assume is his room

“oh and when you turn on the water make sure you turn it all the way up first otherwise it won’t get hot”

and then he just closed the door and leaves you standing in his kitchen.

“son of a..”

you consider going home, you know he’s not bluffing, he’d probably just bring you back here anyway. but you end up in the bathroom showering, and when you get out you rinse your mouth with mouthwash since the jerk hadn’t even considered that you didn’t have anything here, including clothes. you dry off and wrap yourself tightly in the biggest towel you can find

you’re about to put your work clothes back on but you hear shuffling outside the door so you open it to find him right there, holding clean clothes out

but they weren’t yours.

“i’m not wearing your clothes.”

“feel free to stay naked, i won’t mind”

you grab them from his hand and close the door harshly in his smirking face again to get dressed. the shirt is huge on you and fits more like a dress and the only other thing.. is a pair of boxers.

they were clean but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. not that he could see them anyway.

so you opt for your own underwear and throw them in a pile with your clothes which you gather and stuff into your work bag.

you come out and he’s still right there. his eyes sweep down your body

“not one word”

“are you really still gonna act like this”

“you dragged me away from an important breakthrough and then basically made me a hostage in your apartment”

“you’re not a hostage i told you you can leave”

“so you can stalk me back to my place”

“..is it stalking if i’ve spent the night twice?”

you sneer at him and push past back into the kitchen.

“why did you bring me here”

“so i can keep an eye on you and sleep in my own bed. if i hadn’t you would’ve just snuck back to work anyway”

“why not just install cameras im surprised you haven’t already”

“that’s not fair”

“really? it’s not? because this whole thing is starting to go from annoyingly overprotective to controlling real quick”

“i’m sorry if you’d let actually take care of you i wouldn’t have to do this”

“that’s right blame your border line feral control issues on me.”

“i’m not blaming you!”

“it sure sounds like it.”

“Y/N!”

“what!���

he sighs harshly and then takes another breath “nothing.”

“nothing?”

“nothing. i brought you here so you wouldn’t overwork yourself and end up sleeping on the floor of your lab. as much as you all accuse me of just being a grump and needing an attitude adjustment or whatever; i have been trying to be restrained and keep my cool with you but i can’t do that if you keep turning everything into a fight because you don’t know how to talk to me like a grownup. i’m done yelling, i’m done fighting with you. it’s late. i’m going to get in bed. you can sleep out here i’ll get you sheets or.. in my room. or if you insist i will take you home, but i mean take you home you’re not walking in the dark by yourself. ok?”

you’re stunned. he had yelled at you countless times over the years, teased you, made fun of you, besides the day in the office recently it had never even come close to anything like this.

he sounded exhausted “will you please just say something”

you’re quiet for another beat.. but softly you finally say

“i’m hungry.”

“you’re— what?”

you ignore him and start opening cabinets. but there’s nothing besides ingredients. not a snack guy. so you open the fridge as he just stands in the hallway watching.

you look around until you finally see something you can just eat now. a container of strawberries. he must get his groceries in another dimension because no one was growing fresh fruit here.

you take them out and literally just start eating one after the other silently. he still hasn’t moved.

you look up at him finally

slightly defensive you offer up

“i didn’t eat lunch or dinner im starving”

he just walks over to you there’s no anger left in his face. he doesn’t say anything as you turn to him but he just gently places both hands on your hips and then picks you up.

“hey i’m eating tho-“

but he picks them up too with his free hand once he has you secured in his arm. wordlessly he carries you into his room and hands you the strawberries so he can open the door.

he walks in and places you down on the floor, puts the strawberries on the nightstand and pulls the covers back before immediately picking you up again to place you in bed.

“o’hara what-“

he walks out and comes back in a minute later with a glass of water and a plate. he leans down to set them down next to you. he stands back up and finally speaks.

“am i staying or going”

“what”

“am i staying in here or am i sleeping on the couch”

“i- that’s up to you it’s your-“

“i don’t want to fight about this in the morning, i want you to give me straight answer”

you stare up at him and realize he’s completely serious.

“i- i don’t know”

he sighs and turns for the door “don’t get food in my sheets please”

“o’hara— miguel wait”

he stops and turns his head.

“you can’t sleep on the couch in your own apartment”

“it’s fine i don’t mind, just try to sleep”

“~miguel~” you say slightly frustrated. he was really going to make you say it

“you can sleep in here”

he turns back around and pauses for a second before he finally moves to the other side of the bed and gets in. you both don’t say anything. he fidgets to take his watch off and set it on the nightstand and you self consciously pick up another strawberry. once you start you finish the whole container before you even realize.

there’s dim light from the hallway under the door and the moon in the window but other than that it’s dark and you both don’t speak.

he’s leaned back against the headboard next to you. his eyes are closed but you can tell he’s not sleeping

“im sorry”

“hmm?”

“im sorry.. for today. i get really focused on my work and i hate when i get interrupted, but i also forget to eat and i just.. get a little aggravated”

he’s silent and you sigh before laying down when he doesn’t answer

“are you telling me.. this is all because you were hangry”

“i don’t get hangry”

his one eye opens and he looks down at you now facing him looking quietly amused

“if i had known all this time all it took to get an apology out of you was to feed you that would’ve made my job a lot easier”

you lay back on the pillow trying to hide the slight smile “shut up”

but he shuts you up as he rolls over and places a bruising kiss on your lips. you kiss back but he pulls away.

“mm strawberry”

you laugh “knock it off” you cover your face with your hands.

but he gingerly pulls them away.

“no te escondas”

don’t hide

you can just make out his face with the little light in the room. after everything he’d lost you never considered that he would want anything more than.. relief again. but you started to think maybe you were wrong.

you both fell asleep soon after, at some point in the night he had pulled you fully on top of him. you don’t know if it was when he was awake or not when he did it.

you woke up and looked at the clock.

3 am.

you realized he was awake too tracing lazy spider web patterns on your back

you push up just enough to look at him, he looked half asleep and exhausted

“did you sleep at all”

“yeah yeah just woke up a little bit ago, sorry i didn’t mean to wake you” his voice is groggy, you knew he was lying

“it’s ok, you didn’t”

you go to roll off him and resume sleeping on your side but he stops you.

“y/n..”

you look at him

“que es?”

what is it

“i meant it”

“meant what”

“what i said earlier” he was starting to drift off “i don’t…” he yawns slightly “want to.. fig…”

and then he’s out.

you didn’t lay down again until your heartbeat returned to normal even though he was asleep now. you laid your head back down on his chest and tried to fall back asleep. it took a while but the rhythm of his breath and the warmth of his skin lulled you back to sleep eventually.

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[trash-king18]

m pt. 9

i promised i’d deliver my loves and it only gets better from here

cw: nsfw, 18+, mdni, swearing, angst, fighting, teasing, fangs n claws j mentioned, oral m receiving, piv, unprotected(wrap it!), aftercare

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the glow from being back home was quickly fading once you got home sunday night. your impending “talk” with Miguel was weighing on you. It had been three days since the incident in your apartment. the note he left you the next morning was still on your counter. you kept coming back to it, when you passed with your laundry basket, anytime you walked to the fridge. you started to panic again thinking of all the things he might say.

what did he think about your anxiety, what did it mean for whatever was going on between you.

you didn’t even know what was happening let alone what you wanted to happen. but just as you were in the middle of stressing about it you heard a curt knock at your door. you won’t lie you’ve been on edge since the break-in so before you check the door you grab your gun and slide the clip in.

there’s nothing visible through the peephole. you slowly undo the lock and whoever’s on the other side of that door is gonna be greeted by a glock to the face. you get in position and count to 3 before swinging the door open

“oh woah hey!”

“O’hara?”

“yes! ay mujer will you please put the gun down now”

woman

you put the gun down and put the safety back on before taking the clip out

“sorry sorry i thought—“

“it’s ok, glad to see you’re being careful demonionito”

little demon

there was that look again, pride

it made you squirm.

“little demon? really?”

he shrugs

“seemed fitting”

he smirks and you smile slightly momentarily forgetting the nerves.

“may i come in?”

“uh..”

you fidget with you hands for a moment before moving aside so he can step in.

“i thought you were coming back tomorrow”

“then why were you knocking on my door today”

“…oh” he clears his throat “gwen mentioned she saw you so i thought i’d come.. ya know”

“mm, we agreed on tomorrow”

“si i know but i felt somewhere away from the office might be.. better for this conversation.”

“i see.”

“i don’t mean to keep barging into your space i can go if now isn’t a good time. Id just been hoping to get to speak with you sooner”

“ah dios o’hara what’s up with you”

“…que?”

“why are you talking like that”

“like what?”

“considerate, calm, nice? it’s not like you”

“would you prefer i yell”

“no.. maybe i don’t know. you’re freaking me out.”

when you say that he starts looking worried again

“i’m sorry i don’t mean to”

“see no, that’s exactly what i’m talking about. don’t get all weird.”

“i’m not-“

“yes. you are you’ve been treating me like i’m fragile.”

“believe me, i don’t think you’re fragile. is being nice really so bad”

“from you? yes. look what happened that night was just something that happens every so often. it’s not a big deal and i have it under control so i would appreciate if we could just forget about it.

AND don’t treat me differently because of it, it doesn’t change my ability to do my job.”

“ay cariño tranquila.”

calm down

“i’m not treating you different because you had a panic attack”

you just look shocked

“but-“

“they can get the best of even the strongest, it happens. now, i’m not going to force you to explain it to me but know if you ever need to talk about it, like i said i’m right here.”

“how did you know?”

a look of discomfort briefly passes over his face

“what a panic attack is? i’m not stupid as often as you tell me that i am”

“no- i mean how did you know to do all of that”

he gets up abruptly from the island stool he had pulled out.

he looks over his shoulder at you for a moment before turning to face the terrace wall.

you speak softly “…o-oh.”

he looks all broody and upset again and you wished you hadn’t asked. you’re not sure what to do now but he takes a breath and clears his throat.

“that’s not what i’m here for, i wanted to make sure you were ok but that’s.. not what i really want to talk to you about.”

“oh… that.”

“si.”

“i thought we agreed that it was nothing”

“no you agreed”

you can tell he’s starting to get frustrated again

“then what was it”

he looks at you like you’re impossible

“i don’t know”

“you’re the one that keeps trying to talk about it O’hara”

“miguel”

“what-“

“stop using my last name like nothings changed between us”

you get up

“fine ~miguel~ since you insist on repeatedly bringing it up, shouldn’t you have some answers”

he pinches the bridge of his nose

“if i knew i wouldn’t have to keep bringing it up!”

“don’t shout at me”

“then stop be being so-“

“so what?”

he knows he’s in trouble

“so you!”

“what does that even mean?!”

“now you’re shouting”

“oh don’t even.”

“will you just answer the question”

“what question! you haven’t asked me any real questions. so what is it ~miguel~ tell me what is it that you want to know.”

you’re both shouting back and forth now, both getting wound up.

he’s quiet and you open your mouth to say something else but he finally speaks

“did you like it?”

“… that’s your question?”

“among others.”

“what others?”

“answer this one first”

“oh you’re disgusting”

“you didn’t seem to think so then”

your mouth hangs open. “miguel o’hara i’m not dignifying that with a response”

“yes you are”

“are you going to make me?”

“i will if i have to.”

you give him a dangerous look but he doesn’t move he just stands across the room waiting.

when you don’t answer he walks up to you and tips your face up with his finger.

“answer me.”

he’s enjoying this, you realize. watching you squirm under his gaze, unwilling to answer. but you refuse to let him see that he’s winning.

“yes.”

“yes.. what?”

“yes i liked it obviously”

“mm. and did you-

“no no. my turn now.”

he falters, he wasnt expecting to be interrupted

“why did you ignore me after”

“i- i was busy”

“no.”

“no?”

“i think you were nervous”

“i was not- i do not get-”

“mmm mhm i think that you were too scared to face me, like a man, and talk about what happened.”

he snarls but it’s little

“i am not scared of you”

you just look at him skeptically. you don’t even say anything you don’t have to

“you don’t believe me?”

“no. otherwise you would have come see me after your first mission.”

he’s growing more frustrated now,

“fine. now my turn… were you upset when i ignored you? did you.. miss me cariño”

now you look annoyed again. his smug look returns

“no.”

“what did i say about lying”

when you don’t answer he steps even closer holding your gaze to his.

finally you mutter

“yes”

“what was that? i couldn’t quite hear you.”

“now who’s lying”

he leans down

“cmon i want to hear you admit it. nice and clear for me”

you curse him but his gaze is unwavering.

“yes, i was upset.”

“and..”

“hell no.”

he just smirks “mhm”

trying to sound as convincing as possible you spit out “i did not miss you”

he smiles. you’re lying, only a little, but still.

you’re annoyed, you’re trying to figure out how to get the upper hand. before he can ask another question that will fluster you more.

you have an idea.

his brow quirks as he watches your demeanor change.

“did you think about it”

he pulls back slightly, losing the hold with his eyes just long enough for you to continue.

“when i walked by would you remember, did you think about it at work, on your missions,.. in your bed at night?”

the look on his face is priceless. he’s clawing for a way to get the upper hand back

he tries a different approach to frustrate you but it doesn’t work

“i could say no and you wouldn’t be able to tell”

you smile slightly

“i don’t have to”

you close any gap between you running your hand down his chest

“you’ll tell me”

you had done it to mess with him, just to play with his head, make sure you won but you might have taken it too far.

he grabs your hips, his hold is bruising, as his head dips down to your ear.

“no juegues conmigo”

don’t play games with me

you’re not exactly sure why, this man frustrated you more than anything ever, maybe that was why

or maybe it was the way his hands felt, or his faint cologne, or all of it

but you whisper back

“quien dice que es un juego”

who says it’s a game

he doesn’t waste a moment teasing you this time. his lips crash onto yours as he cages your waist with one arm and the other holds the back of your head. it’s desperate, maybe a little needy but you return it as your hands reach to slide into his hair.

your breathing both grows heavy and he gives no indication he intends to pull away. it feels like he’s trying to pull you closer and closer into him. your hands hold his neck and shoulder for support as he pulls you onto your toes. you can feel him starting to strain against your hips

his fangs are running against your lips making tiny scratches but not drawing much blood. you knew he had some control over his venom but it still made you nervous.

you break away to breath and he looks upset, your chest is rising and falling. he doesn’t let go and reaches to kiss you again but you hold your hand up. you don’t let him say anything. you put your hands on his chest and start pushing him towards the couch.

he finally sits and he tries to pull you onto his lap with greedy hands but you stop him.

instead you reach to start taking his suit off. you’re not sure how because normally his suit just disappears around the needle for infusions. he gets the message and pulls it down revealing his chest before reaching out for you again but you don’t let him

he practically whines

“ay mi cariño ven aquí”

come here

but he stops when he watches you kneel between his legs and start to pull the suit down even farther as you tug it down to his hips he stares while you free him from the suit. it was fully hard now and slapped against his stomach.

he looks at you nervous about the size, prepared to tell you you didn’t have to but you just look at him and say

“nunca me dejas tener un turno”

you never let me have a turn

he gulps and watches in awe as you start to go down on him, leaving small kisses on the tip before sliding down.

he keeps his hands at his side as his claws come out scratching the fabric of your couch.

you continue, teasing him with your tongue whenever possible

his head falls back as he curses in spanish

stopping only to praise you

“ay mami please es muy bueno”

it’s too good

his moans get louder and his hips buck up into you forcing himself deeper he’s scared it’s too much but you don’t stop.

he starts twitching and you don’t pull back after teasing him for so long but he abruptly stops you

“miguel-“

“no. no” he’s breath is ragged “not yet” he says as he pulls you up onto him

it’s your turn to pout which just drives him mad.

“lo siento cariño, en otro ocasión”

i’m sorry honey, another time

before you can get on him about what that meant he’s peppering kisses on your face and neck

gently nipping at your jaw and the skin of your ear

and you let out a breathy moan again

he smiles

“te gusta esto?”

do you like this?

you nod

“usar palabras”

use words

“si”

“qué tal si te quitamos esto”

how about we take these off

he gestures at your clothes

he pulls your shirt over your head before guiding your hips up so he can tug your shorts down

you’re left with just underwear but he hooks two fingers into them before whispering in your ear

“estas también”

these too

a shiver runs down your spine at the words. he pulls them down slowly with both hands claws gliding against your skin as he does. when he finishes he just regards your silently

“que maravilla”

how wonderful

his hands graze your sides as he moves to cup your breasts

you groan at the sensation and he chuckles deeply one hand stays massaging the skin and his thumb flicks your nipple while the other moves to grab your ass and press you back into him. he’s still kissing your neck now moving down to your collar bone

you moan softly as you grip his arms, you grind into him slowly earning a series of groans from him

this time you ask him

“que necesitas”

what do you need

he doesn’t move though, just continues on

“~miguel~”

he moans softly at how you say his name

“me tienes”

you have me

he pulls back and looks at you

“una vez que te tengo, no creo que pueda parar”

once i have you i don’t think i can stop

“así que no”

so don’t

that’s all he needs to hear before he lifts you up and settles you immediately back down on his cock

you moan at the stretch

“así es cariño muy bueno”

very good

he holds you down on him for a moment before he starts moving but when he does it’s messy and frantic. he doesn’t set a pace he’s just humping into you with his eyes closed tightly. you can see the restrain on his face and still he seems lost in you like he’s desperate for as much of you as possible

you just hold on, tears welling slightly as you adjust to it. it doesn’t necessarily hurt it’s just a lot. you feel him start to twitch again and he doesn’t slow down just slides in and out until he comes undone inside of you. he sits breathless.

sitting there with him inside you he doesn’t want to stop. he doesn’t even pull out he simply wraps his arm around your waist places the other hand on your hip and sets his head down on your shoulder and starts moving you up and down again

this time gentle and slow. he’s intoxicated watching you swallow him over and over as cum leaks out onto your thighs. he just holds you like that, watching, fucking you onto him again, but this time he’s only focused on you. he actually lets himself feel your walls close around him, the way his veins run over the flesh. you’re quiet, your breath tells him it feels good but you don’t say anything

he realizes you’re watching too. it encourages him.

he pushes deeper until he feels the spot he’s looking for. your body jerks in his hands, confirming. but instead of speeding up he keeps that same slow pace, pulling out before pressing back into you as deep as he can each time earning a moan or a curse that just fed his lust. he didn’t take his eye off it the entire time. he watched you take him over and over, feeling you pulse around him as he hit that spot.

he doesn’t know how long he kept you like that but your moans were getting more frantic and you finally called his name

“miguel”

he doesn’t look up

“hmm? cariño que es?”

what is it

you plead, “please miguel”

he looks up at you finally and sees your face is flushed and tight

he almost feels bad for teasing you for so long

he keeps going at the same pace but this time he watches as your eyes roll back and you pant in desperation

you say his name again making him throb inside you

“bien bien” he soothes

he finally picks up the pace but this time he doesn’t take his eyes off your face watching as he works you to the edge

you just say his name over and over through moans and it feeds him and he jerks into you to punctuate each stroke.

finally he feels your release and he just holds you gently letting you ride it out. before letting himself go.

you collapse in his arms, slightly shaky and clearly exhausted.

you don’t say anything just catch your breath against his chest.

he says your name a few times before you finally answer, he starts to worry he might’ve gotten a little too out of control.

but you finally answer the third time still slightly out of breath but no longer shaking

“estoy bien miguel deja de preocuparte”

i’m ok, stop worrying

“estas segura de que”

are you sure?

“si im fine”

he pulls you back to look into your eyes before planting a kiss on your forehead.

he murmurs against your skin still breathing heavily eyes glazed over he almost looks blissful you sit like that for a moment you feel him start come down off the high.

he’s rubbing the small of your back again in small circles with his thumb.

“necesitas… algo”

do you need… anything

he’s referring to the pain, and also slightly hinting at continuing but all you can think of right now is a long hot shower.

“a shower”

you reply, switching back to english

“i need a shower”

he smirks

“ay no se preocupe puedo limpiar”

don’t worry about it, i can clean up

“no no really i need a shower”

he pouts again, it’s annoying, because it’s cute, and you did not want to think of miguel as cute.

but before he can protest you push yourself off him and head for the bathroom

“o-ok”

he seems puzzled but you were hot and sweaty and.. sticky and you liked feeling clean.

you hop in as soon as the waters warm and it feels amazing. you’re already feeling sore and your muscles are still wound tight from everywhere he touched you. your so caught up in it you don’t notice him slip into the bathroom and take his suit all the way off.

“importa si me uno a ti”

mind if i join you

you jump

“ay! miguel me asustaste”

you scared me

“sorry”

you turn your back to him suddenly nervous, even after what had just happened you’d never seen him fully naked. it was.. impressive

“yeah that’s fine”

he steps in behind you which automatically puts him right against you because of how much room he takes up

he wraps his arms around you and places a kiss to the top of your head but he doesn’t say anything.

you’re greatful for that.

you just stand under the hot water, and rest your head back on his chest. his head rests on top of yours as he gently massages the skin around your hips.

you finally speak after a while

“so.. what now”

you had meant it as a serious question, you wanted to know where this left you as soon as possible.

but you feel him shrug and all he offers is a one word answer.

“food?”

you hadn’t even been thinking about it but when he says that you realize that you are absolutely starving.

you gasp

“ay si”

you go to get out but he holds you to him

“hey where are you going?”

“to make food?”

“no no i’ll take care of it”

“uh uh don’t even start you’re not the only one who can cook”

he relents and let’s go

“alright alright.”

you leave him to finish showering and you start cooking. if there was one thing you always wanted to eat it was noodles.

as a busy overworked college graduate student and part time intern at a company it was really the only thing you ate for like 7 years straight but you still never got tired of eating them.

he comes out of the bathroom fully clothed.. not in his suit.

“where’d you get the clothes?”

“i had them with me”

“you-“

he panics a little which you enjoy “no. not like—“

“oh you absolutely did. you’re so gross”

“hey!” he looks a little offended “it’s not like that i had extra clothes at the office in case my suit gets ripped or-“

“mmhm i mean really? qué pensaría tu madre”

what would your mother think

“i- really i didn’t-“

you can’t hold in the smile anymore, you start laughing at how genuinely nervous he looks. which is something you’ve never seen.

“oh.. oh very funny. yeah laugh all you want demonio”

“hey if you saw your face it would’ve been worth it”

he recovers from his initial panic and sits down at the island.

“que hiciste?”

what’d you make

you put a bowl in front of him and hand him a pair of chopsticks.

“the best food ever”

“mm i don’t know”

“oh just eat it”

and he does. when he’s finished he even brings the bowl to his face and drinks the broth.

“te lo dije”

told you

“ok fine it was good”

“the best.”

“don’t push it”

he gets up and cleans everything, without being asked, and won’t even let you help.

“No. sentarse. necesitas descansar”

no. sit. you need to rest

“i’m fine”

“is that.. why you’re walking funny?”

you huff but you sit back down.

you sit quietly, lost in thought as you just watch as the most infuriating man on the planet move around your kitchen doing dishes.. for the second time. everything about the past two months is confusing to you but this? your hard ass, arrogant boss with no sense of humor, doing chores.

he looks back at you before snapping you out of your daze

“algo en tu mente?”

something on your mind?

“no… maybe”

sometimes you feel like you don’t know how to talk to him without arguing or teasing him so you just say exactly what you’re thinking

“what does this mean”

“what does what mean”

you sigh slightly frustrated

“this.. what happened tonight”

“im not sure”

“oh. great thank you for clearing everything up”

you get up and head towards your room. if you’re not gonna talk about it and he won’t let you clean you just want to be in bed

he follows you in just as you flop down onto the bed and face up at the ceiling

“hey that didn’t mean we couldn’t talk about it”

he days before climbing onto the bed next to you

“oh yeah come on in, lay down, make yourself at home”

“cariño-“

you don’t know how he always made you so irritated, it just seemed to be his thing.

you roll onto your stomach and put your face in your pillow

“i just want to sleep, we have work tomorrow”

“..ok ok whatever you want”

you wait a few seconds before determining he is in fact not moving. you push yourself back up and just stare at him

“what?”

“im sorry i didn’t realize i invited you to stay” there’s more attitude in your voice then maybe necessary but he doesn’t seem to notice

“wouldn’t be the first time” he smiles back

now you’re sure he’s trying to be irritating. you just scowl at him before plopping back down and pulling the covers over your head.

you can hear him shift but not get up

“i can go.. if you want”

“whatever it’s fine” it’s muffled under the sheets

“what was that”

“i said it’s fine”

you can tell from the look on his face he was teasing you.

“ugh you’re the worst”

the humor in his voice is evident

“buenas noches cariño”

goodnight honey

you just grumble

“cállate”

shut up

it’s not long before you realize how exhausted you were and you fall asleep.

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miggy with curls

here’s a little domestic bliss blurb with curly hair! spider person reader and he’s trying to do his new hair routine when reader is away on a mission inspired by @innergardentoadpony 

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miguel was in the bathroom after his shower furiously combing through his hair with his fingers trying to figure out how you always made his waves lay perfectly but the more he touched it the more disheveled he looked. the counter was covered in products and he realized shortly after you’d left on your latest mission he knew exactly how to help do your hair but not his own. he was so distracted trying to fix it he didn’t even hear the apartment door swing open or you calling his name. 

when you walk into the bathroom he’s got three different products in each hand reading each of them his hair haphazardly falling into his face. when he hears you giggling he whips around to you covering your smile with your hand looking up at his head. 

he drops everything and starts trying to smooth his hair back. 

“trying out a new style?” you can’t even get through the sentence without bursting out laughing. 

his eyes wide like he can’t believe you’d laugh at him he points to his hair like a little kid. 

“i see babe, very handsome” you tease 

he just rolls his eyes at you and starts putting products into your hand trying to get him to help you 

“why are you giving me these” you’re smirking 

he rolls his eyes again “will you please just help me” 

“ohhhhh see personally i thought this should be your new every day look but ya know if you don’t like it..” 

he just pouts at you 

you giggle again “ok ok sit down” you pull a stool in front of the sink and turn on the water so it’s cool but still a little warm before laying a towel down on the edge. 

he sits and you instruct him to put his head back and you start running water over his scalp with your hands 

he closes his eyes and smiles slightly as you run your fingers and a comb through his hair 

“first let’s get all of this crap out of your hair seriously mig how much product did you use?” 

he looks embarrassed “…a lot” 

“clearly. you don’t need that much you just need a little bit” 

he whines “you always do it for me” 

“i thought i showed you how to do it” 

“you know i can never listen when your hands are on me”

you shake your head as you have him sit up. he shakes his hair out causing little bits of water to fly everywhere  

“ay déjalo ya” but he just smiles at you 

knock it off

you stand between his legs and put some moose on your hands and start gently pulling it through his hair. he leans into your touch and hums contentedly “i’m glad you’re home” 

“yeah so you don’t look so estupido” 

stupid

he pulls a strand of your curls gently between two fingers before letting it spring back into place as one hand settles itself on your lower back “no.. well ok maybe a little, but i missed you” 

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose before grabbing the gel “i missed you too” you comb the gel through his hair before slightly scrunching his hair, his waves finally coming back and laying pulled back just the way he liked. 

“ok guapo all done” 

handsome 

he stands up and looks in the mirror and you can tell he’s checking himself out a little. he smiles and goes to run his hands through his hair but you stop him 

“uh uh you have to let the gel set first” 

he gives himself one last little look in the mirror smiling like an idiot before turning around to pick you up and wrap you in a bear hug. he plasters your face and neck with kisses. 

he mumbles into your skin “never leave again”