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[oharaslove]

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⏦⠀˚⠀♡⠀⠀miguel jealous of jeff the land shark⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀blurb⠀﹚

miguel can’t believe the anomaly in front of him.

a little shark with… legs.

jeff the land shark, according to the records lyla provided. accidentally stumbled upon another universe while venturing around an alleyway searching for food.

the little creature was quite amusing to him. tiny arms and legs, cute black beady eyes, and a big old mouth that takes most of his face. the shark simply stares up at him with those beady eyes, a bright smile on his face with his tongue sticking out happily.

“you gotta admit he’s adorable.” lyla magically pops by his shoulder, in awe of the little shark.

well… the little guy is kinda cute, miguel thought.

jeff sniffs around, getting a sense of this strange place until his tail starts wagging. miguel’s eyebrows furrowed at that, a bit skeptical. suddenly, he runs and jumps around miguel’s office.

“¡ay coño, no!” miguel curses and tries to catch him but ultimately fails since jeff is a literal bouncing ball.

“nom! nom! nom!” jeff exclaims excitedly, jumping around.

“this is amazing.” lyla chuckles, recording the incident with her phone. “just wait until she sees him.”

that causes miguel to stop in his tracks. oh he knows exactly who lyla is referring to. you, his loving wife who loves cute animals, would go batshit crazy if you ever saw jeff.

“don’t let her in here—”

“too late.” lyla winks with a smirk then disappears as you enter the office with a loving smile that always melts his heart.

“hola, osito. how are you— OH MY GOD!”

well, shit.

your screaming startle jeff a little but ultimately smiles when he sees you, tail wagging more excitingly.

miguel sighs, holding out a cautious hand. “mi amor, espera—”

“EEEEE!” you squeal excitingly, rushing past your husband and straight towards the cute baby shark on the desk with your arms wide open and jeff happily jumps into them.

your husband, on the other hand, stands there with a dumbfounded expression as you spin around in glee with jeff in your arms. totally not feeling abandoned by his wife. this is probably the happiest miguel has ever seen you. although the sight is heartwarming, he can’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. he spoke too damn soon.

“oh my god!” you squeal happily, squeezing the baby shark in your arms. “you’re the cutest fucking thing ever!”

“nom! nom!” jeff smiles at you.

“what’s your name?”

“his name is jeff.” miguel cuts in, still lowkey kinda bothered that you’re still haven’t looked at him this entire time. he can’t ignore the achy feeling in his chest the longer he stares.

you can’t help but snort because that reminds you of an iconic phrase from a comedy movie you like.

“hi jeff, you’re mine now.”

the baby shark nods, smiling. “mrrr!”

“you’re not taking him.” miguel approaches, hands on his hips.

now you finally look at him but with a lowkey pissed off look he instantly recognizes. “of course i’m taking him, bye.”

“you can’t take him! he’s an anomaly!” he tries to reason with you as you’re already walking away with the baby shark. “he’ll start glitching the moment you walk out of here.”

“well then give him a watch.”

“no.”

“pretty please.”

oh for fuck’s sake.

ultimately, miguel does give jeff a watch. mainly so he doesn’t piss you off. also because of those gorgeous beady eyes of yours that he can never resist and make his knees weak.

although he’s skilled in masking his true feelings, miguel still can’t deny that achy feeling in his heart as he watches you walk away with jeff in your arms, cooing and smiling at the tiny guy. for the first time, his wife completely ignored him. no hug, no kiss. a tiny shark creature got all of that attention, not him.

at first, he thought it was temporary. you’d spend time with jeff, get to know him and gush about him since he is adorable after all, then he’ll be sent back to his correct universe and you will return to your husband who desperately misses you.

oh the dumbass was so wrong.

due to your pleads and despite his complaints, you continue hanging out with jeff and miguel is not super thrilled about it. before, you used to visit HQ to see your husband. now, you’ve come see that damn shark and spend the entire day with him. hang out in miguel’s office, wonder around the society, eating together in the cafeteria. it pissed miguel off a lot. this little shark is getting all the attention from his wife and not himself. of course miguel denied it and pretend he doesn’t care, that you simply just adore the little guy and there was nothing much to it.

but it never stops! even at home you babble about how adorable jeff is, talk about the things you do together, and wish he would live at home with you. oh miguel is a big grumpy bug, pouting when you aren’t looking because deep down he is jealous. is he jealous of a baby shark? yes. will he ever admit it to you? no, absolutely not. but after denying it for a while, miguel admits to himself. how could he not? the amount of time you spend with jeff only left a little for miguel. he misses how much you babbled about him just like the way you are with jeff now. he misses having your attention, now being replace by a damn shark.

a baby shark stole his wife.

what a fucking joke.

but the truth is, he misses you.

now here he is, staring at the multiple screens with a scowl like usual. the clicking of heels reaches his ears and he instantly knows it’s you. instead of turning around and greeting you with a loving smile, miguel continues looking and swiping through the screens.

“hi, osito.” you greet him sweetly, approaching his side and giving his arm a gentle loving squeeze.

he only lets out a low hum, not meeting your gaze which makes your brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“what’s up?”

“nada.” his flat tone confuses you more.

gently tugging him by the bicep, you try to make him face you but miguel remains firmly in place.

“miguel, what’s wrong?”

“nada, just busy.” he shrugs off your hand, making your heart ache a little. “why don’t you go find your pet? bet he misses you.”

he’s referring to jeff. also, the jealousy in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. you let out a soft, sad sigh. you know you’ve been spending much time with jeff recently. honestly, you can’t help it because he’s just an adorable little guy. but you’re aware of these actions having consequences on your relationship. you’ve notice the sadness in miguel’s eyes when you venture off with jeff. it’s a little stab to the heart to hurt him like that. jeff may be adorable but you love miguel more than anything or anyone, he’s the love of your life. you can’t blame him for feeling jealous and upset. lately, you been dialing back time with jeff so you’d be with miguel but he’s been putting some distance between you as well. it hurt and only motivates you more to fix this little problem.

“precioso, mírame pro favor.”

damnit, you plead so sweetly like that makes his knees weak.

finally, miguel turns to look at you and his eyes widen seeing your sorrowful ones. practically making him feel guilty for acting so cold, distant, and basically an asshole towards you. he’s about to spill out apologies but you beat him first.

“i know i’ve been spending so much time with jeff and i’m sorry for making you feel ignored. i did get carried away and didn’t realize i was hurting you until later on, i’m sorry.”

fuck, he feels extra guilty. your sorrowful tone and eyes makes his chest ache. he appreciates your apology and already forgave you in a heartbeat yet miguel still feels like the bad guy here.

“i’m sorry too, mi reina.” he raises a hand to cup your cheek, heart fluttering when you lean into his touch. “for being an asshole, distancing myself. that hurt more than anything.”

you offer a sad smile. “just know i’ll always love you and you can always tell me how you’re feeling. okay?”

miguel nods, appreciating your caring words. “siempre, tu tambien amor.” bending down, he captures your lips with his in a soft kiss which you happily reciprocate.

“nom! nom!”

the cute familiar sound makes you and miguel turn to find jeff sitting on the desk smiling at you both. the sight melts your heart, including miguel’s now that he isn’t bothered by his presence.

“my baby~” leaving miguel’s hold, you approach jeff with open arms and he happily jumps into them.

for once, miguel smiles at heartwarming sight. seeing you so happy and caring with the baby shark warms his heart. you never mentioned about babies before but you definitely have motherly instincts towards jeff, caring for him as if he’s your baby. sure, it’s quite amusing caring for a literal shark yet jeff is adorable. besides spidercat, spider-plushie, and mayday, jeff is definitely one of the cutest things miguel has ever seen.

turning to face miguel, you find him smiling which warms your heart. with a smile, you walk back to your husband with jeff in your arms. the little shark smiles at miguel.

“mrrr!” he suddenly jumps into miguel’s arms, who is caught off guard for a moment but quickly catches him.

“awww he likes you.” you smile.

“well… i can’t really blame you, he is cute.” miguel admits, meekly smiling at the baby shark in his arms who smiles at him.

“mrrr!” jeff pokes his broad chest.

miguel’s brows furrowed for a sec. “what?”

the baby shark continues poking his chest.

“he wants a suit.”

“seriously?” miguel’s brows rise in surprise and amusement. “alright, we can make him one.”

jeff shakes his head and pokes his chest again. “mrrr.”

“ohhh he wants your suit!”

“my suit?” miguel looks at him and he nods happily. “por dios.”

eventually, miguel gifts jeff with a mini version of his suit. the two stand side by side, both clad in red and dark blue. jeff beams and twirls in his new suit excitingly. a mini version of the iconic spiderman 2099. the adorable sight melts your heart completely.

“aww my precious babies!” you snap a pic of them.

miguel rolls his eyes but smiles, cheeks flushed.

had to welcome the newest member to the society properly.

jeff also became his unofficial adoptive son thanks to your a thousand pleads (lets pretend jeff isn’t kate and gwen’s pet in this). back at your shared apartment, there is a whole cabinet dedicated to all of jeff’s favorite snacks and drinks. a tiny water bowl with his name on it near the kitchen island. in one corner of the living room, there is a little (dog) bed for him where jeff takes occasional naps. your home is conditioned to jeff’s needs whenever he visits and miguel isn’t against it, rather happy to see the little shark in his home and making his wife happy.

one day miguel found you and jeff in the kitchen making dinner. the baby shark helps you with grabbing whatever spices, vegetables, or utensils you need. it’s a usual routine for you two and miguel loves walking in to find you both.

“hi, osito. dinner is ready.” you greet your husband with a kiss.

miguel kisses back, leaving a hand on your hip. “gracias mi amor.”

“it was jeff’s idea to make tamales tonight.”

“mrrr!” jeff exclaims happily from the counter, smiling.

“great choice, jeff.” miguel smiles at him.

the baby shark smiles then jumps onto miguel’s arm, who catches him with one arm while the other is wrapped around your waist.

another night miguel comes home late from a tough mission, expecting you to be awake like usual because most times you wait for him despite his pleads for you to sleep, he calls out your name but no answer which leaves him confused a little. entering your shared bedroom, miguel is about to call your name again until he finds you and jeff asleep, cuddling in bed. jeff is snuggled against you and your arms are wrapped around him as you both doze off. the sight melts miguel’s heart. his precious wife peacefully sleeping with the baby shark in her arms.

“preciosa…” miguel whispers as he leans over and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead then covers you and jeff with the sheets, quietly shutting the door to not disturb your slumber.

miguel loves his little family.

⠀⠀✸⠀⠀note.⠀⠀the suit idea is inspired by this cute artwork! btw this is a repost. if you saw this last week, no you didn’t lol.

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[oharaslove]

THIS RIGHT HERE LADIES AND GENTS!

It started so soft and then WOW

Love it!!!

Again, I can't help but melt with the nickname osito 🥺🥺. He is such a cutie

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꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o'hara⠀𝓍⠀wife!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

♡ྀི⠀⠀·⠀⠀summary⠀⠀ ੭⠀⠀you decide to take a nice relaxing bath after a hard day when your husband surprisingly comes home early from saving the multiverse and joins you in the tub.

♡ྀི⠀⠀·⠀⠀content⠀⠀ ੭⠀⠀smut, 18+ mdni, porn no plot, fluff, established relationship, bathtub sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering, praise, soft!miguel, hispanic/latina!reader

after a stressful day at work, you decide to treat yourself with a nice relaxing bath. the marble tub filled with clean water, pretty pink flowers floating, candles of your favorite scent lit up around the tub, the weeknd softly playing from your phone, an exquisite glass of wine as a cherry on top.

leaving your robe hanging on the wall, you let a soft hum when the warm water hits your skin as you enter the tub. the comforting warmth instantly relaxing your stressed out body. the worries and frustration work left behind melts away, replaced with relaxation. a much needed break from reality.

although, one thing is missing to make this relaxation session perfect: your husband.

unfortunately, he couldn’t be here with you to indulge in this peaceful moment. too busy with out saving thousands of lives, which you deeply admire him for and can’t be more proud of him. of course you understand his responsibilities, you knew what you got yourself into when the relationship started. your heart holds not only love but admiration for your husband. an incredible hero and leader of an astonishing group of spider-people. but you fell in love with the man behind the mask.

miguel o'hara.

a smile creeps up to your lips as you admire the beautiful ring adored on your finger, glimmering in the soft candle lighting. two years of marriage so far and many more to come, for eternity.

you close your eyes and continue relaxing in the warm water, your back resting against the edge of the tub. your hands slowly maneuver in the water and delicately play with the pretty flowers, observing them glide across the water through hooded eyes. droplets of water trail down your arm as you reach for the glass of wine and take a slip of it. a satisfied hum rumbles from your throat at the delicious taste. setting it back on the little stand, you start lathering yourself with body wash. the citrusy scent blesses your scenes while gently lathering yourself with a loofah, softly humming to whichever song plays.

“qué hermosa.”

the familiar, sexy voice of your husband makes you turn in surprise to find him leaning against the doorframe, clad in his iconic red and dark blue nanotech suit, a pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand that makes your heart flutter.

a smile graces your lips, pleased to see the man you love here at home. “how long have you been standing there?” you can’t help but tease him a little.

“more than i like to admit.”

catching him staring at you isn’t a surprise, it’s one of your favorite habits of his.

“peeping tom much?” you tease, considering you’re naked in a tub but his gaze never offends you.

“can’t blame me for having a beautiful wife.”

there he goes again making your heart flutter. even four years of being together, he still manages to make you feel like a shy schoolgirl.

“especially when she’s enjoying a peaceful moment like this.” miguel slowly makes his way towards you, those scarlet eyes never tear away from yours as he crouches in front of the tub facing you. “un ángel.” he whispers before leaning in to capture your lips with his. a soft, loving kiss and hearts filled with love.

“i missed you…” you whisper with fluttering lashes, caressing his cheek with a hand.

he gently takes your hand and presses a soft kiss in your palm. “yo tambien, mi reina. i always do, couldn’t wait any longer so i left jess in charge.”

“that desperate, huh?” you flash him that little smirk knowing it ignites a spark in him. “clearly you took a little pit stop on the way here.” your eyes flicker at the pretty bouquet in his hand.

“pues si, para mi esposa.” miguel observes you with a gentle smile as you admire the bouquet, delicately running your fingertips over the pretty petals.

“gracias, osito.” you sweetly kiss him, miguel gladly reciprocates and sets the bouquet on the little stand along with your phone and wine glass.

he tries to lean into your neck but your hands gently push him away, leaving him a bit confused.

“wait, i don’t want you getting wet.”

miguel can’t help but chuckle. you’re so cute, especially that cute pout. “mamí, getting wet is the least of my worries. i just wanna embrace my wife.”

“i’m literally covered in soap.”

“me vale madre, lemme hug my wife.” miguel doesn’t give you a chance to protest when his arms wrap around your soap covered body and finally embrace you like he has been wanting to do. you just gave in and embrace your husband, relishing his strong muscular arms around you.

“te extrañé mucho, preciosa. thought about you all day, just wanted to come home.”

your lashes start fluttering when you feel his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck, beginning to feel putty in his hold. “i’m glad you’re home and okay.”

god, how did he deserve an angel like you?

miguel always values the love and care you harbor for him. you are his safe haven, his home. after a long period of trapped in a black hole, he finally found the light he has been searching for.

“bad day at work?” he asks softly, moving away from your neck but remains close. his gloved fingers caressing your wet, exposed skin.

you let out a heavy sigh. “let’s just say people were being a bit difficult today.”

“hm, i’ll make things difficult for them.”

“i was actually thinking of strangling them but then they don’t deserve my energy. that’s why i came home and decided to take a nice bath.”

miguel softly chuckles, knowing you could’ve gave those idiots a piece of your mind since you’re quite a feisty woman but is relieved you chose to treat yourself something nice. you deserve it.

“looks very relaxing.” those crimson eyes scan the tub, the flowers, candles.

his eyes slowly rake over your glistening, soaked figure. from those pretty legs, to your torso, your soaped covered chest, up to the most gorgeous face he has ever seen. miguel has seen you naked countless of times before but this time is different. the sensual lighting of the candles, the non-subtle sexy music of the weeknd playing from your phone, you looking prettily in the tub completely naked and covered in soap. it all ignites a spark inside him, a carnal feeling. miguel can’t help it that his pretty little wife is sitting there with those gorgeous eyes, looking like a fucking goddess, completely naked.

“do you want something more relaxing?”

you recognize that hint of seductiveness in his tone, knowing where he is going with this.

“what do you got in mind?” you indulge in his playfulness, raising a brow.

a smug smile tugs on his lips. “lay back for me.”

his soft command makes your heart flutter and thighs squeeze subconsciously under the water. you scoot back until you’re resting against the edge of the tub. a rush of anticipation flows through your veins, wondering what he has in store for you. miguel scoots closer and slowly dips one hand into the tub, the glove disintegrates as he reaches the water, revealing his veiny calloused hand. you watch it disappear under the soapy water until your husband’s voice makes you look back him.

“eyes on me, preciosa.”

miguel smirks when you let out a pretty little gasp as his fingers glaze over your folds. taking note of the water shifting as your body jolts slightly. grinning ear to ear as his fingers find your pretty little clit and give it a few little circles, eliciting soft moans from you.

“keep those pretty eyes open, mamí.” your husband coos when you tip your head back.

you really try but it’s possible when this man is rubbing your bundle of nerves sinfully slow, it’s making your mind go berserk.

a loud moan erupts from your throat when two of miguel’s thick fingers slide through your tight walls, your left hand gripping onto the edge of the tub as support while arching your back. the bathtub water splashing a little as your body jolts.

“feeling better, bebita?” he coos while pumping his fingers in your tight cunt, softly groaning as your walls clench around his two digits.

“y-yes, oh my—” a moan interrupts you when his fingers reach that sweet spot inside. “miguel~”

“mi esposa hermosa~”

miguel admires your blissful expression. how beautiful you look while experiencing immense pleasure like you deserve. those pretty lips formed in an “O” shape, letting out the prettiest sounds ever that are pure music to him. those pretty lashes fluttering when he reaches that sweet spot over and over. you’re just so damn beautiful. he married a fucking goddess. sometimes miguel still wonders what the hell did he do to deserve you, nevertheless marry him. he feels honored to be married to you.

one of his favorite sights is seeing his wife experience beautiful pleasure. especially when you’re stress, it hurts him to see his angel stressed out or upset. you deserve it all the happiness and pleasure and miguel will forever provide it.

“mi amor, mi reina, mi alma, mi corazón.” miguel whispers sweetly against your lips, grinning at your blissful expression while pumping his fingers.

you softly mewl when his thumb rubs your clit. the slow, sinful circles on your sensitive pearl drives you insane. sliding up and down, side to side. you pull him closer by the shoulders and wrap your arms around them, needing to feel more, needing to feel him more. all you crave is your husband.

“i-i’m c-close.”

“ya sé, bebita.” miguel coos, his fingers picking up pace. “come for me, vale?”

you nod dumbly, too consumed by the intense pleasure his fingers were providing. that familiar warm sensation in your lower belly is approaching fast. a few more pumps of miguel’s fingers and flicks to your clit, you gush around them with a moan of his name right against his lips, tugging him closer by the neck to smash your lips against them.

“thanks.” you said breathlessly with a meek smile.

“ain’t finish, bebita.”

you squeal when miguel suddenly steps in the tub still in his suit, hovering over your smaller soaked form. a smug ass grin on his handsome face before smashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss.

“miguel! your suit!” your hands shoot up to his broad chest but obviously does nothing against him. cheeks burning, lashes fluttering, and completely flustered by your hunk of a husband above you in this small tub. well, actually it’s pretty averaged size but, to miguel, everything is small.

“no te preocupes, bebita. it can shut off, remember?” and with that, miguel’s suit disintegrates and reveals his nude form.

damn, you married some type of god. those scrumptious, bulging muscles that you love digging your nails into, especially his back. there is still scars of your nails from the other night. miguel loves it because it’s a reminder of you and your love for him, makes him smile when he sees it in the mirror every morning. he wears them like a badge of pride.

your lips collide again in soap covered kisses. your fingers digging through his soft brown hair then drag down to his back while miguel grips onto the ledge of the tub preventing him from crushing on top of you. groaning at the addictive sensation of your nails lightly dragging down his muscular back, almost causing him to break the damn tub.

“chingado- don’t do that or i’m gonna break the pinche tub.” miguel groans against your lips, heart fluttering at your cute giggles.

“then your big ass shouldn’t have gotten in the tub.”

he rolls his eyes. “then i’ll get a bigger one so i can make love to my wife properly.”

“then switch places because you ain’t breaking this tub.” such sass in your tone and he loves it.

you and miguel flip positions in the tub so you’re straddling him. your messy, passionate makeout session continues. your hands roaming over his muscles, lathering them in soap. his calloused ones roaming and groping each curve. underneath you feel his cock right against your throbbing cunt. aligning your cores together and gripping onto his shoulders as support, you slowly sink down his thick length. moaning in unison as you slowly take him inch by inch. no matter how many times you’ve taken your husband, the stretch always gets you.

your hips start off in a slow rhythm, feeling every vein of his thick cock among your tight walls. his bulbous tip kissing your cervix so perfectly, triggering an intense amount of pleasure coursing through both your bodies. feeling each other’s bodies so intimately, as if the entire world is a blur and only your love is the most important thing. an intimate moment in the small space of your shared bathtub.

“te quiero tanto, mi reina.” miguel whispers sweetly before letting a groan when you clench around him.

“te quiero, osito.” you moan prettily, arching your back as you continue riding him slowly.

with the help of his hands guiding your hips, you begin moving faster. moans of ecstasy bouncing off the four walls of the bathroom, water splashing and even some spilling out onto the floor. your back arches as miguel’s cock viciously pumps in and out of your tight pussy, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. miguel perversely stares at your jiggly tits before leaning forward to capture one nipple with his lips and suckles on it, eliciting a moan from you.

“miguel~” your fingers comb through those wet brown locks, scratching his scale that makes miguel’s eyes roll back in pleasure.

each clench of your tight pussy and those pretty sounds drive him insane. pounding into that sweet tightness to hear more of those pretty sounds his beautiful wife is making. a beautiful symphony miguel will gladly listen to for the rest of his life.

who would’ve thought he would come home to see his pretty little wife in the tub and make love to her inside? he simply can never resist you.

his lips alternate between both nipples before finally pulling away to look at you, grinning at your blissful state. “mírame, preciosa.” he softly chuckles at your whine. “lemme see my pretty wife.” his fingers gently tilt your chin up to meet his lust-blown gaze.

oh, what a beautiful sight.

“e-estas loco.” you try your best shooting him a glare but too cockdrunk to really pay attention.

“para ti, si. fuck~” miguel moans.

you both try maintaining eye contact but the pleasure is driving you towards the edge. bodies covered in soap pressed together, your soft tits against his broad chest. your fingers playing with his hair, miguel’s hands gripping and groping your hips. souls intertwined as you make impeccable love.

“miguel, i—”

“i know, bebita. me too, come with me.”

that delicious heat in your lower abdomens quickly builds up as miguel continues fucking you harder. hands interlocked and eyes boring into one another as you and your husband reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. your gushy essence decorated over his cock and miguel’s thick ropes of cum spurting into your womb, milking every drop he gives. your hips finally come to a stop and you stay like that. foreheads pressed together, panting in each other’s faces, basking in one another’s presence.

“yeah… that was more relaxing.”

miguel weakly chuckles, giving your hips a gentle loving squeeze. “anything for my wife.”

you two remain in that position for a few minutes. your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around you, fingers caressing your skin. relishing this quiet, peaceful moment together. two lovers embracing each other in the bathtub.

“we should probably get out before we get all pruney.” you break the silence with a little joke. “and clean up the mess we made.” there is definitely large puddles of water on the floor that escaped the tub.

miguel huffs. “we probably should.”

“pizza for dinner?”

“sounds great, mi reina.”

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[oharaslove]

AHHHHHH!!!

First, miss you sooo much!

Second, I got the notification last night but I knew I was going to binge the f**k out of this, and I needed to sleep because I had an exam (I ended up reading it at 5:30 a.m when I woke up before revising hahaha)

ANYWAY!

Hakaiakanwkwowwns, Miguel almost hugging us?! AHHh and we ruined the moment accidentally 😭😭😭. Be brave solecito, we want you too.

THE PLUSHIES AHHHH. I imagine them holding hands 🥺. The pinkies!

And Ben! Man, I'm not mad because everyone is untitled to act on their feelings, right? Like, I'm one of the people who doesn't really stands and wait, if I feel something for someone I'll pursue it. BUT

Man! If you like someone so much, don't you notice the small details? Respect the boundaries?! GET TO KNOW HER BETTEE BEFORE THROWING HER WITH THE WOLVES!

His friends, YUCK. Get Peters name out of your mouth.

And Mrs. Morales, what a queen

Nonviolent Communication - Part 23

Pairing: Spider-Man!Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman!Reader Summary: Miguel continues to work on his physical boundaries. You find yourself in an unexpected, stressful, and unwanted situation; and Miguel tries to be supportive despite his own feelings. Word Count: 11.5k Warnings: time skip from New Year's; little flashback to NYE; some Spanish Music: "Cuando Vuelva a Tu Lado" - Eydie Gormé, Los Panchos (for the end scene 🥹)

Part 23

Fireworks covered the night sky. Music and happy conversations filled the air. Delicious food was made, shared, and enjoyed by eager party attenders on New Year’s Eve.

Like the previous year, your group of friends and you stood on a rooftop in Miles’s universe to celebrate the festivities since his parents invited everyone once again.

The fact that this was the second year he spent in another universe to welcome the new year didn’t escape Miguel as he stood on the same rooftop, surrounded by friends. The realization wasn’t negative, of course. He could’ve been in any other universe and it wouldn’t have matter as long as his best friend stood next to him; as long as you were there.

Standing on the same rooftop where only a year before you shedded happy tears, which Miguel tenderly wiped away with his scarf, Miguel and you welcomed the new year. While the others either hugged or kissed, or both, the two of you had your own moment when the clock struck midnight.

Amongst the cheering and loud fireworks, you gazed at Miguel and spotted the plastic crown with ‘Happy New Year’ on it that Mr. Morales gave to him earlier, similar to the tiara Mrs. Morales gave you with the same message.

“Un rey y una reina [a king and a queen],” Mrs. Morales had said earlier as she carefully placed the tiara on your head while Mr. Morales handed Miguel the crown.

“Wow, you guys must be special,” Miles commented from somewhere as he ate fried plantains. “I've only seen marrie—” The rest of his words died in his mouth by a single glance from his mom. “These fried plantains are to die for. Anyone tried them?” he asked before quietly stepping away to talk with Peter B..

“There, ready,” Mrs. Morales said stepping back to admire her work as the tiara rested on your head, perfectly secured. As you stood before her, you didn’t fail to notice the proud smile on her face while she gazed at you and then at Miguel, who quietly conversed with Mr. Morales with much more ease than before after carrying so much guilt and shame due to the circumstances between Miles and himself regarding the police captain. Still smiling, Mrs. Morales cleared her throat.

“Well,” Mr. Morales said, hearing his wife's cue. “I just remembered I haven’t talked with my neighbor’s… Godmother.”

“Right,” Mrs. Morales added just as Mr. Morales joined her side, taking her hand in his. “We must go and do some rounds. You guys enjoy the party and the food, alright? Let us know if there’s anything you guys need.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Morales, we will,” you answered politely with Miguel by your side, who took his spot next to you as soon as Mr. Morales went to his wife.

“Thank you. We appreciate your hospitality. The food is amazing, as always,” Miguel added with a small yet genuine smile before looking at you. “Dulzura and I are enjoying it very much. We have done so for the last two years.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Morales replied with a pleased smile, though you both mistook the real reason for it. It wasn’t because of the comment about the food and party, but rather, due to the lovely nickname Miguel gave you and how easily it rolled off his mouth; as if it was second nature to him. There was also the way that Miguel smiled much easier, a great contrast to the previous year when he seemed a bit more reserved in the presence of others. “We are delighted that you’ve both enjoyed the food and the party.”

“Very delighted,” Mr. Morales added with a small smirk, noticing the nickname, too.

It wasn’t that they didn’t know about the nickname because they one hundred percent did thanks to the spider gang, who had long ago shared that piece of information with the older couple, however, it was the first time they were witnessing the maroon-eyed Spider-Man saying it.

“Well, wow,” Mrs. Morales continued with her pleased smile, squeezing her husband’s hand as a sign that it was time for them to depart. “We truly are happy that you’re both here again and that you’re enjoying yourselves. Our home is always open to you. The two of you,” she continued, clarifying to make sure Miguel also understood. “So, I hope to see you both more and again next year.”

With a nod, Miguel answered. “Si Dios nos da licencia y ustedes nos reciben, aquí estaremos sin falta. Muchas gracias, Don y Doña Morales [if God allows and you receive us, we will be here without failure. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Morales].”

“What Miguel said,” you added with a smile. “Thank you again for inviting us.”

With smiles and waves, the couple retreated, leaving the king and queen with each other.

“Dulzura,” Mrs. Morales said, glancing back one more time to look at you and Miguel. “He calls her Dulzura. Es adorable [it's adorable].”

“It’s very cute. Who would’ve thought he’d be calling her that?” Mr. Jeff replied.

“Not me, but ey, I’m more than happy. Do you see how cute they look together? I told you last year that they have these gazes for each other, and you know what people say: The eyes never lie.¨

“I see it. They almost gaze at each other with stars in their eyes,” Mr. Morales replied with an amused smile.

“You see it, too, don’t you? They’re glued to each other, ésos dos [those two]. It’s like, they can’t be away from each other. Like they’re — No sé [I don't know] — Ah, cómo la luna y sus estrellas. Siempre juntas, allí lado a lado [Ab, like the moon and its stars. Always together, side by side].”

“Like the moon and its stars…” Jeff repeated as they walked. “That is true. I see Y/N looks very happy, too. Remember when we first met her? There was this… Look in her eyes.”

“Su mirada escondía una tristeza [her gaze hid a sadness],” Rio stated, nodding. “But now… There’s happiness in them. In both their eyes.”

After pulling his wife closer, Jeff smiled. “I think, the future holds something special for them.”

“I think so, too,” Rio replied with a smile. “I truly hope so.”

Hours later after that encounter with Mr. and Mrs. Morales, the clock struck midnight at which you notice Miguel’s crown before your eyes met his, discovering that he was already looking at you. Under the colorful patterns on the sky, Miguel smiled at you and took notice of your tiara. He had found it strange earlier in the evening how he had only seen a few people with crowns and tiaras, almost as if they had been handed out to specific people. Either way, Miguel found the sight of you in your tiara cute.

“Happy New Year, Dulzura,” he murmured softly, for your ears only. “I hope you have a wonderful year filled with happiness, health, and love; that you accomplish all your goals and wishes.”

With so much hugging taking place around you both, Miguel recalled his thoughts from days before when he came to the conclusion that he was ready for more physical contact. At that moment at the rooftop, however, Miguel found himself unable to take action with so many people around. He had the feeling that the spider gang would’ve lost their minds at the sight and the moment may have been disturbed or rushed, so he discarded the idea, and a kiss on the cheek…

Well, that was not even on the table, but of course, there was your personal form of physical contact. Gazing at you, Miguel lifted his pinky finger beneath exploding fireworks, offering a New Year’s hug in the only way he could, but meaningful nonetheless.

Without question or hesitation, you accepted it and embraced his pinky with your own — sharing a hug in your own secret way. With a smile, you thanked Miguel and reciprocated his kind and loving words, giving his pinky finger a gentle squeeze for extra emphasis. “I hope you have a lovely year; that it treats you with love and kindness, Solecito. I hope all your goals and wishes come true. Always.”

“Likewise, Dulzura. Always,” Miguel murmured back, reciprocating the gentle squeeze with a warm smile.

After wishing everyone else a happy new year, you both stayed at the party a bit longer to enjoy a few more desserts, like the amazing flan, and watched your friends and everyone else dance on the rooftop, a sign that the party was only going to keep going.

It was about two in the morning when you finally said your goodbyes and retired for the night, reaching home in seconds. You settled in the living room floor against a couch. Shoes, coats, and other accessories to stay warm were shed since they were no longer needed due to the penthouse's warmth.

“That food was amazing,” you muttered, your head resting on the couch’s cushion.

“I think I ate too much flan,” Miguel admitted, rubbing his tummy. “But it was amazing.”

“I definitely ate too much flan, but it was so good,” you replied with a grin. “Plus, it’s not like we eat it often, so… A little treat to celebrate the new year, right?”

“Mmm, I agree with your thinking,” Miguel answered, glancing at you. He could tell that you seemed a bit sleepy, but knowing you, you’d claim you weren’t. “You sleepy yet?”

“Nope. You?”

Miguel grins and leans back, his back popping with the movement. He knew it. “No. Too much sugar is probably going to keep me up,” he said, making you chuckle sleepily.

“We can work on a puzzle, if you want. Or, watch some TV. You know they always do the New Year’s shows. Maybe the performances are fun.”

Miguel turned the TV on, switching between channels to find some of the New Year's performances. He settled on a channel once he found a singer performing an upbeat song.

“Yay, sounds fun,” you said yawning, moving side to side to dance a little — a sight that captured Miguel's gaze.

“If I knew you were in a dancing mood, we should’ve stayed at the party,” Miguel said with amusement.

“Mmm, I only like to dance in private,” you answered laying back on the couch. “I used to dance with Peter all the time… In our little living room.”

With a nod, Miguel stored that information away, watching you continue to grow sleepier and sleepier. “Maybe one of these days…” Miguel started, gazing at you fall asleep slowly but surely. “You can dance again with someone.”

A sleepy smile formed on your lips despite your closed lids, your head sliding down the couch and onto his shoulder. “I’d love that,” you murmured, but before truly falling asleep, some words slipped past your lips. “— ith you.”

Miguel’s eyes widened as he connected the dots, or at least connected what he thought you meant in that moment — you'd love to dance with him. It brought a smile to his face as he relaxed once more next to you, basking in your warmth and closeness.

“Soon, Dulzura,” he whispered softly. “Just give me a little more time. I'm just a few steps away, I promise.” Miguel sighed, his eyes fluttering due to his own sleep as he thought about his whispered words. He truly believed in and meant them, from his very heart and soul.

♡

The month of January — with its promises of new beginnings — passed by with slow and easy days spent at the penthouse to stay warm.

Like previous years, you reflected on the past year and realized it had been an entire year since you had begun to live with Miguel due to the fire at your apartment building. You found it amazing how much both your lives had changed in a year alone; from living in your own spaces to being unable to sleep because you were in different dimensions. You recalled how you had refused to let yourself take root in the penthouse, how you wanted to make it seem as though you weren’t staying at Miguel’s home, but now, your belongings have found a home somewhere within the penthouse.

Your blanket now rests on one of the couches at the living room. Next to the remotes on the coffee table, your hair ties or other hair accessories can be found there at times. In the laundry room, your detergents sit next to Miguel’s. And just like in the beginning, it continues to feel normal to you both. As if it’s always been like this.

February, as always, came and went in the blink of an eye. Of course, you celebrated Valentine’s Day once again with your friends and baked sweet treats for everyone along with Miguel’s favorite desserts because well, he’s your best friend. That’s why you baked just for him. No other reason.

Without fully realizing when, the cold and snowy days ended and have been replaced by warm and longer ones. Outside, the sound of busy bees can be heard around the gardens. Ice cream shops are once again back in full business, offering delicious and rich flavors. And everywhere in the city, there's the feeling of new beginnings and growth due to the flourishing nature.

After coming to the conclusion that he’s ready for more physical touch on Christmas night, Miguel has been trying more and more with each passing day. These days, he allows his fingers to brush yours more often, letting them linger a second or two longer than necessary when he hands you things, like mugs with your precious café de olla that never fails to make you smile. At the Spider Society, your arms brush more often than not when you're walking side by side. At home, he's opted to sit next to you more than before when you spend the evenings hunched over the coffee table to put puzzles together — a new activity that you’ve both been enjoying.

Miguel can’t help but feel like he’s made a lot of progress with these gestures alone, yet… There’s this one thing he’s been thinking about for some time now. It’s been on his mind thanks to you for over a year now, when you made the confession in a moment of vulnerability that you wished to hug him. Ever since then, the thought has been on his mind, but lately, in all honesty, Miguel has thought about it even more.

Even now as he sits in the Spider Society's cafeteria, surrounded by the spider gang, waiting for you to join everyone, Miguel thinks about it.

To wrap his arms around and hold you… That's Miguel's goal.

The problem is that it's been so long since Miguel has held someone or has had someone hold him. It almost feels like a foreign concept at this point and he doesn't know how to even approach the moment. It's not like he should simply go up to you and ask for or offer a hug. Right? It doesn’t seem like a good way, at least not in Miguel’s mind. To him, there needs to be a reason to rationalize the moment because again, it’s been so long.

Thankfully, there’s still time for his goal despite it being several months since the new year began. At least, that's what Miguel tells himself as he waits for you.

“There she is!” Peter suddenly exclaims, nudging Miguel's arm to get his attention.

Focusing in the present, Miguel glances around until he spots you. There you are, heading towards the table -- a sight that makes Miguel's lips twitch upwards into a smile, though it falters a little when he notes that other spider members are watching you, too, most of which happen to be men.

With narrowed eyes, Miguel feels displeased with the way they're looking at you; a way he has never noticed before. He tries to figure out if he's simply never noticed it before, or if this is a new thing.

Maybe they have noticed just how lovely and beautiful you are. Maybe they’ve noticed that sweet and tender smile that's enough to warm a cold person’s heart. And of course, there’s your kindness, gentleness, and sweetness.

Yet, as Miguel turns to gaze at you again, he senses that that's not what these individuals see. They only see the surface of who you are, unlike him.

And the spider gang, too, of course.

These people have no idea what you look like when you're completely and utterly disconnected from the world with a good book in one hand and a mug of café de olla — made by him, just for you — in the other, laying on the couch under your favorite blanket at the penthouse.

They have no clue how damn cute you look when you wake up nor how warm and soft you feel.

They haven't witnessed the pure look of concentration when you're baking to your heart's content, or working on a puzzle. They don't hear nor see the excitement in you when you tell him you've completed a portion of the puzzle, or about something that brings you happiness.

They don't know you like that.

They don't have the privilege nor honor like he does.

“I think we've lost him. Hellooooo? Anybody home?” Peter states next to Miguel.

Miguel blinks in surprise when Peter’s hand appears in front of him, waving it to get his attention. “¿Que [what]?” Miguel blurts out, slowly realizing that he was a little too distracted there.

“You zoned out on us,” Jess says, raising an eyebrow at the Spider Society's leader and earning herself nods of agreement.

“My bad,” Miguel grumbles, straightening up in his chair. “I was just thinking.”

“Right. Just thinking,” Peter answers with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows at Jess with a knowing look.

Ignoring the comment, Miguel focuses on you again. You're a few tables away now, so close to reaching the table, but suddenly, to Miguel's great disappointment (and annoyance), someone intercepts your path.

Just like Miguel, someone else seems to have made a goal of their own regarding you, and that someone is none other than Ben Reilly. Ever since the new year started, it seems to Miguel that Reilly has made it his mission to be in your life. It's not even an exaggeration because as the months have gone by, Reilly has tried to be near you one way or another.

It started by him asking for help with reports, which Miguel remembers happened once last year before the Spider Society’s trip to the beach. When he first learned of it, Miguel found it odd. How could he not when Reilly has been part of the Spider Society since almost the beginning? He learned how to handle that task without much difficulty, but suddenly, Reilly needed someone's help — specifically yours — to complete them. It hasn’t been that one single time, though. Every two days or so, there comes Reilly with a ‘question’ regarding a report.

Then, there's him inviting you for lunch at the cafeteria once a week. Sometimes, it's with him alone and other times, it's with his whole group of friends. And finally, there's Reilly trying to partner up with you on missions, even after Miguel or Jess have already assigned teams and you're clearly not assigned with him.

This hasn't gone unnoticed by Miguel, of course. After witnessing all of these situations for months, Miguel connected the dots.

Reilly seems to have a crush on you.

He had a feeling this was the case back during the Christmas break when the other Spider-Man seemed eager to have found himself under mistletoe with you. Thankfully, Miguel prevented it from happening. For your sake, of course. Not for any other reason…

His suspicion has since then been confirmed. Or, at least, Miguel feels it has because why is Reilly suddenly everywhere? It all adds up for Miguel.

He can’t say the same about your feelings for Ben, however, because he’s not sure how you feel. You've always talked about Reilly with respect and kindness, and even mentioned once that some people underestimated him, but Miguel hasn’t noticed any clear signs of you having feelings for him. Not romantic ones, at least.

Yet, as Miguel watches you converse with Reilly now, he knows there's a possibility you've developed feelings for him and you've just not shared them with him.

With a sigh, Miguel lowers his gaze to the matching bracelets you gifted each other for Christmas. He still can't believe that you both bought such similar bracelets, even with the same little knot; a detail he views as a symbol of your friendship. Gingerly, Miguel traces the knots with his pinky finger, continuing to wait for you.

“You know…” Hobie starts, noticing Miguel's quiet demeanor and how he's tracing his matching bracelets as if that will teleport you to him. “This might sound crazy, but don’t they look kind of cute?”

Hearing Hobie's words, Miguel blinks in shock and disbelief. Surely, he’s not talking about you and Ben. Right?

“Who?” Peter B. asks, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re talking about them,” he continues in equal disbelief, pointing at you and Ben with his thumb, which is a great relief to Miguel. He's glad he's not the only one that disagrees with that horrendous statement by Hobie.

Next to Hobie, Pav hums with a little smirk. “I don’t know. I think they would look good together.” He raises an eyebrow at Peter while Miguel, who is unaware of the silent conversation taking place around him, stares in your direction.

“You know… I can kind of see what you’re talking about. What do you think, Miguel? Ben and your dear friend, hm?” Peter asks, realizing what Hobie and Pav are doing.

“I think, it doesn't really make sense,” Miguel answers slowly and carefully, thinking about the numerous of times people have said you and him look like a couple. Or rather, how many people have assumed you are in a relationship. No one has ever said that about you and some other man, especially not Reilly. “I don’t see it. It's an interesting… Opinion, though.”

“It makes a lot of sense to me,” Hobie counters with his signature smirk. “Their vibes — just match.” At his side, Pav looks away, stifling a little laugh.

“If you say so, Hobart,” Miguel answers, drumming his fingers on the table. What is Ben talking to you about that’s taking so long?

“Not the formal name,” Pav mutters to Hobie.

“I for one… Agree with Miguel. Ben Reilly and Y/N, it’s like water and oil,” Noir says, adding to the conversation as he, too, gazes at you and Ben.

Miguel almost nods at that, but he refrains from doing so. It’s true, though. It’s simply impossible in Miguel’s mind; the idea of you and Ben.

“I think, what matters is that Y/N finds love again. Wouldn’t you guys agree?” Miles adds, which Jess seconds with a nod of agreement. “It’s been so many years for her, I think it’d be great if she found someone to build a life with again.”

“That’s true. It’s been what? Like, five years since her Peter’s death?” Gwen responds.

“It’s certainly been some time,” Hobie answers with a nod, glancing at you. “So, she should definitely get back into the dating scene. I fear, however, that it’s been so long since she’s been in that world. She might need some help, or advice on what guys to steer away from… Someone…” he trails off with a smirk.

“Well, I think Miguel would be of great help to Y/N,” Peter chirps in with a grin. “Something tells me you’d be great as her boy —”

“Hey, guys!” you cheerfully say, taking your seat next to Miguel. “Sorry about that. Ben stopped me to talk.”

“About what?” Hobie asks, voicing the very same thing that Miguel was about to ask. “Some reports?” he jokes, earning himself glances from the others.

“Oh, no, he asked if I was interested in going to his universe to witness some moon event taking place.”

“To moongaze?” Miguel blurts out, the words sinking in. Why does that sound like…

“As a date?” Peter B. asks, subtly looking between you and Miguel to gauge his reaction, and finishing your best friend's thought.

It can’t be. Right?

“A date? No.” You shake your head, smiling a little nervously now that you think about it. “It’s not a date… It’s not one if other people are going.” You glance at Miguel, your eyebrows furrowed. “His friends are going, too, so… It’s not a date. Just… A hangout.”

“Okay, so it’s a hangout,” Miguel repeats, nodding slowly. If there’s other people involved, that means it’s not a date. At least, he thinks so.

“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe the other people are going as couples,” Hobie says with a smile, knowing what he's doing. “I guess you’ll find out if it is, or isn’t. When is the event?”

“Tonight…” you reveal, looking at the table and pondering if you agreed to a date by accident when that wasn’t your intention.

“That’s exciting,” Peter reassures you next to Miguel. “I’m sure it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun, so… Enjoy yourself, alright?” Miguel adds softly, much quieter.

You nod, accepting the reassuring words from Peter and Miguel, but Hobie's words stay with you. Maybe you did agree to a date without realizing it. “Right, it should be fun. I’m sure of it,” you answer with a huff, one that Miguel notes.

He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if it's a huff of disappointment due to the fact that it's unclear whether it's a date or not. He wonders if you’re hoping for the first option, yet he doesn’t voice his curiosity, out of respect.

Much like Miguel, you don’t voice your uncertainty about the social event with Ben to avoid worrying Miguel and your friends. Besides, they all seemed happy about the possibility of it being a date, so you don’t want to reveal you feel the opposite about it.

The uncertainty lingers for the rest of the day as you work on tasks and go on missions to other universes, making you nervous. It's been so long since you went out on a date and to be completely honest, you haven't even thought about it, so to suddenly find yourself in a possible date is more than stressful.

The work day eventually comes to an end and as per usual, Miguel and you head home.

Dinner is cooked by the two of you and then enjoyed in the dining room over light conversation despite the looming event over your heads, making it feel as though you’re both ignoring the situation.

You try to treat the evening as if it were any other; you clean the kitchen with Miguel and then shower to unwind for a bit, but the time soon comes for you to get ready.

Miguel looks up at you from his book, from which he's been trying to read for the last half hour without retaining a single word, when he notices you glancing at the clock. “Time to get ready?”

“Yeah… I need to get ready,” you answer, reluctantly standing up. You silently wish you had an excuse not to go, but alas, there's none and you don't want to come off as rude either. “I'll be upstairs if you need me,” you state, thinking maybe there's a chance of an unexpected mission.

“Alright, Dulzura. I'll be… Here,” Miguel answers with a little pout, watching you walk up the stairs to your bedroom. He sighs heavily and leans back onto the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A feeling grows in his chest. It's a mixture of concern and something else — a feeling of intranquillity — that has have him in a restless mood since lunch.

Miguel tried to go along with his day as he usually does, just like you did, but the truth is that he found himself in that mood. He kept reading reports over and over again because his brain struggled to retain the information he was looking at. Tabs that he needed open were closed by accident with his fidgety fingers. When members dropped by to make inquiries, Miguel found himself only listening to half of what was being said.

Miguel runs a hand down his face with another sigh, trying to be positive for your sake despite his worry because yes, he's simply worried. That's all to it. It's mere worry and nothing else. He's worried that you may have expectations and that Reilly will disappoint you. He's concerned that Reilly will hurt your heart when you deserve nothing but happiness and a chance of experiencing love again.

Staring off into space, Miguel continues to contemplate the situation.

Upstairs, you change out of your lounging clothes and touch up your hair. With a sigh, you gaze at yourself in a mirror to waste time. A few seconds later, you apply a bit of lip oil, which reminds you of a comment Miguel made back during your Christmas getaway.

A smile comes to your face as you recall Miguel tell you at the diner that the lip oil looked cute on you, which you found endearing. Still smiling, you reach for a bottle of perfume before you remember where you're going.

Your smile fades as you gaze at the perfume bottle, the lingering question coming back to you.

Is this a date?

If it is, a bit of perfume may give the wrong idea that you're trying to smell good for someone — Ben.

Nope.

You place the bottle back on your desk and after looking at yourself for a second time in the mirror, you decide to take off the lip oil, too. Satisfied, you pick up your last minute items and remember to grab a light jacket just in case the night is chilly since you'll be outside.

Rummaging through your closet, something falls from the top, which you sense immediately. With ease, you catch the item, only to come face to face with Miguel.

Or rather, a version of him in the form of a plushie.

A chuckle escapes from your mouth while you trace its mask with a finger. “Plushie Spider-Man 2099. You're just as cute as the real Miguel, hm?… Shock,” you sigh, shaking your head at yourself before placing the plushie on your bed. “Am I so uneasy about this that I'm talking to a plushie now?”

Of course, plushie Miguel doesn't reply, so you turn to grab your jacket, forgetting about the plushie for now.

You bought it a while back during one of your solo excursions of Nueva York and decided to keep it a little secret because you think Miguel might find it silly — or worse, weird — that you've bought additional merch about him. It's the reason why you always keep it in your closet, away from Miguel's maroon eyes, but as you exit the bedroom, you forget to tuck it away again.

Unexpectantly, you receive a notification, stopping you in your tracks. Your soul hopes it's a cancellation from Ben, or maybe it's soneone else sending a call for backup, however, it's none of the Spider Society's members who have messaged you.

Instead, it's Harry, who has been more and more in contact with you since the year started. As promised earlier in December, you met with him and Mr. Osborn after they returned from their trip abroad. Ever since then, you've been messaging each other more to keep in contact, though there have been times in which you've had no other option but to politely cancel or decline due to your work as Spider-Woman. Despite those setbacks, you’ve enjoyed having Harry in your life again.

There's no denying that initially, you felt hesitant about allowing Harry back into your life, especially because it meant having someone to hide your super hero identity from — someone who may notice your tardiness at times, or items at your apartment due to your forgetfulness that may reveal your identity. There's also the fact that all of your friends, including Miguel, felt negatively about him after he ghosted you for years. You can't blame them, you'd be the exact same way, but ultimately, you decided to give Harry a chance for Peter.

With so many months in contact, you feel that the two of you have become reacquainted and become friends once more, although it's a different dynamic than the previous one. Besides that, it’s going well. You have forgiven him and tried to move forward.

You may never know why Harry disappeared from your life so suddenly. Perhaps it's something that will always remain a mystery to you, much like your second life as Spider-Woman to Harry. And that's okay, you're fine with it.

Years have passed and you've both changed and matured. It's a new page and all there is, is to keep moving forward and growing as people with this new friendship.

With that in mind, you quickly check the message, wondering what he said.

Harry: Hey! How's your day going? Thought about you just now because someone received flowers at work. 🙂

Despite your temptation to reply now as a way to delay leaving the penthouse, you decide to answer when you return home.

Back downstairs, you find Miguel looking off to the side. Probably taking a break from his reading and reflecting on what he's read.

“Hey,” you start, holding your jacket in one hand.

Your voice snaps Miguel from his trance, making him turn to look at you. His maroon eyes respectfully take in your appearance. Silently and subtly, he notes the lack of lip oil and trail of your perfume you usually wear. All he notices is the scent of your shower products. He wonders about that, but doesn't voice it. Instead, Miguel offers you a small smile. “Ready?”

“Mhm… Ready,” you answer, wanting to add an ‘unfortunately’, but that may sound rude. “I guess I should go…?” you continue, sounding more like a question than a statement.

“If you're ready. You have everything?” Miguel asks, standing up and putting away the book he's been trying to read for God knows how long without any success.

You nod, looking at your belongings. “It seems so.”

“Good, that's good,” Miguel replies, still giving you that smile to be positive for you. “Be careful and just enjoy yourself, alright?” Miguel gently states, trying to offer helpful words despite his intranquillity. He still doesn't know if you want this to be a date or not. Or, if you have feelings for Ben, but despite his own feelings — those being concern and restlessness, of course — he hopes you're not hurt nor disappointed by it.

“I'll try, thank you,” you respond, offering a small smile. “I'll be back soon, okay?”you add, wishing you could stay at home with Miguel, even if it's in silence. Even if he’s in another part of the penthouse entirely.

“Alright, Dulzura. That sounds good, don’t worry,” Miguel answers with a nod, that feeling of restlessness growing in his chest, which he cannot explain. It’s not like you’re not coming back, right? You are. So then, why does it almost feel like he’s losing you somehow? “Have fun.”

You nod, forcing yourself to open a portal at last. After giving Miguel one more glance, you reluctantly travel to Ben's universe, leaving Miguel behind.

With yet another heavy and deep sigh, Miguel watches the dimensional portal grow smaller and smaller, the scent of your shampoo lingering behind like a soft caress.

Knowing he won't have better luck with reading, Miguel decides to go to the kitchen and do…

Miguel scratches the side of his head as he glances around the kitchen space.

“… Hm…” he hums to himself, wondering what he can do to pass time before finally deciding on something. “Dios mio,” he mutters to himself as he begins to reorganize a kitchen drawer, not sure why he’s doing this nor why he’s feeling the way he is.

♡

Over in Ben’s universe, you arrive to the location given to you by Ben himself. One single look at the scene gives you the feeling that this hangout may be the opposite of that, yet you hold on to the hope that it's not. You hold on to the idea that Ben's advances over the last few months have been purely driven by an interest in friendship and nothing more.

The fact that Ben's friends are present is a good relief. A part of you had the sudden worry that you'd arrive and only find Ben because ‘something’ came up for everyone else, but thankfully, they’re here.

However, the sight of Ben's friends sitting on one picnic blanket and Ben on another one alone, raises a flag of concern. Still, you remain polite and greet Ben and his friends, the same group of people that you remember seeing Ben with back during the Christmas break.

“You came,” Ben says with a smile, standing up to offer you a place.

“Yes, I did,” you answer, thanking him for the seat before sitting down. Of course, you make sure to keep a respectable distance from him.

“We have snacks and drinks. Please go ahead and get anything you want. Don't be shy,” Ben continues with a smile, gesturing to a bag and a cooler.

“Yeah, Y/N, don't be shy,” Anya Corazón, another Spider-Woman, says with a grin before nudging you slightly.

“Thank you,” you answer, picking out a snack and a drink after being nudged by Anya, finding her words and gesture a little strange. You put it aside, though, not thinking more of it.

Sat on the rooftop over picnic blankets, you all eat snacks and talk about random things as you wait for the moon event to start. All is going well, though you do notice that Ben seems to be moving closer to you as the conversation continues, until the topic shifts to something you were not expecting.

“So… Y/N… We were talking the other day,” Canada Spider-Woman starts, once again reminding you that you still don’t know her proper name. “About how most of us have lost someone. I recall someone mentioning you lost a Peter.”

‘A Peter.’

You swallow, disliking how cold and insignificant that sounds, even if that wasn't the Spider-Woman's intention. “I lost my Peter, who was my boyfriend,” you answer firmly. “He was my boyfriend since we were teenagers.”

Noting your short answer, the Spider-Woman quickly apologizes, glancing at everyone else. “Yes, of course. I didn’t mean to offend you, or him. We were just talking…”

“About all who are currently unattached,” Malala Windsor adds, trying to clear things up.

“I think what they’re trying to say is, everyone that’s not with someone,” Ben clarifies, giving his friends a look you miss entirely. “How — You know, there’s Peter B. and his family. Jess and her own. Then, there’s some of us who are… Single.”

“Yes, single. That's what we were talkinvg about when you came up. You’re single, right?” Anya asks, raising an eyebrow.

“… Yes,” you respond, noting you have everyone's eyes on you. The feelings from earlier rise even more with this interaction since it feels like your answer is being picked on by everyone. “Since Peter… My Peter passed away, I’ve been mourning him and have had no interest in further relationships,” you add, making it clear you're not interested.

“That’s understandable. It’s been a few years since his death, no?” Malala inquires.

“It has,” you answer, glancing at the moon and wondering how much longer there is to wait.

“Hmm, so it's been years now… Plenty of time to mourn,” Spider-Canada continues, glancing at Ben.

“Yeah, but as we all know, mourning is different for everyone. Some people take longer than others. It's been a few years for me… Years I spent on my own, learning how to heal and handle other emotions, so…” you trail off, awkwardly holding your drink to keep your hands busy.

“I did hear about that,” Ben gently says. “That you were alone for several years. I wish Miguel would've found your universe sooner.” Carefully, Ben places a hand on your shoulder with the hopes of reassuring and getting closer to you. “You wouldn't have been alone for so long, if he had.”

You hum, feeling Ben's touch and finding it uncomfortable. One, it's lasting too long for your liking. Second, his hand feels too heavy, making you want to move away. And third, the warmth radiating from his hand feels too much for your skin. It feels like his warmth is disrupting your body temperature where he's touching you. To make it worse, Ben even gives your shoulder a squeeze.

“Miguel and I have discussed this,” you state, offering a small smile despite your discomfort. “And just like I told him once, the time in which my universe, and I, was found was right. I learned a lot during that time of solitude. Grew as a person. And besides… That's in the past now. I'm just happy and thankful to be part of the Spider Society, and to have my friends,” you continue, wanting to change the topic. “Hey, how much until the moon event?”

“About half an hour,” Ben replies, noting your shift in conversation as his friends digest your responses. “Would you like another drink?”

The half hour passes by in the blink of an eye, just like the moon event. The conversation continues even after the event is over, but thankfully, sensitive topics are no longer brought up.

After helping clean up and organize the area, you decide that it's a good time to head out without making it seem like you've been ready to run off as soon as the moon event ended.

Sensing your exit, Ben steps closer to you without fully invading your personal space. “I can accompany you,” he offers. “I know it’s not actually walking you home, but… You know.” He states sheepishly, hoping you’ll say yes.

You, however, shake your head with a small smile. “That’s not necessary, Ben. Besides… I’m not going to my universe.” Starting up your gizmo, you continue. “Miguel is waiting for me at home, at his universe.”

“Oh,” Ben replies, his usual impeccable posture faltering by the revelation that you still live with Miguel. “I didn’t know.”

“Wait — You’re still living with O’Hara?” Max Borne asks, surprised to learn this fact. “I thought I heard that that was because of a fire back at your place, but that your apartment has been ready…?”

Chuckling, you glance up after missing an entire conversation amongst the group through gazes alone.

If only they knew what happened the night you supposedly moved back to your apartment; how you both ended up meeting on the same rooftop hours later in the middle of the night because neither of you could sleep.

If only they knew, but that’s not something they need to know, you decide. You're the only ones to know, Miguel and you. “Long story short? We realized we enjoy being roommates,” you answer. “Especially since we had both lived alone for several years. We enjoy each other’s companies, and we’re best friends.”

“Best friends,” Ben repeats, nodding his head. “Of course, you are best friends.”

“But I’m guessing that’s just a you thing, right? Like, the whole best friends thing. I can’t see Miguel actually admitting that out loud. He’s so… He’s just not the type to admit that these days,” Max states, having been there before you joined the Spider Society.

“Actually, Miguel has,” you reply with the warmest smile you’ve had all evening since you arrived. The fellow spider members don’t miss it at all; how the mention of Miguel seems to light up your mood.

“That’s great… For Miguel and you,” Ben adds after a few seconds of silence from his friends, who seem to be digesting the information. “You guys are best friends… No wonder you shared the cabin for Christmas.” With a sigh, Ben runs a hand through his hair and remembers Miguel’s actions at the diner that second day he ran into you, when you were both babysitting Mayday.

He felt incredibly irritated that Miguel pulled you away from him just when he was going to bring up the fact that you and him were under mistletoe. He didn’t even have the time to utter the first word when you were snatched away because of ‘icicles’. He recalls that he had looked at them earlier when he first entered the diner with his friends and hadn’t sensed any danger, but somehow, Miguel had and because of it, his moment was stolen.

Now, Ben wonders if there are hidden motives behind Miguel’s actions. Or, is he merely looking out for you as his best friend?

“Yes, we’ve found great company in each other, which I truly appreciate after being alone for so long in my universe,” you share softly with the multidimensional portal open behind you, calling you home. “It’s nice for us to have each other.”

“Right,” Anya answers, staring at you as if she knows something you don’t. “Well… I’m also glad you’ve both found company in each other.”

“Thank you,” you reply yet again with a smile. “Well, I’m heading out now. Thank you for inviting me tonight. I enjoyed moongazing and talking with you guys. Enjoy the rest of your night.” You wave goodbye and enter the portal at last, yearning to be back in Nueva York.

Back in Miguel’s universe, you step out into the living room hoping to find Miguel there, but the space is empty. There’s no sight of Miguel, even when you walk into the kitchen. That’s when you realize the penthouse is too quiet.

“Looking for something?” Lyla asks suddenly with a little smirk, floating next to you. She lays on her stomach, her legs swinging behind her. “Or, should I say, someone?” she corrects herself.

“Hah, funny. Where’s Miguel?” you ask, wondering if he’s taking a nap or gone out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Lyla answers with a giggle. “I’ll give you the info if you tell me how you feel about Benny Boy.”

Hearing that nickname makes you grimace. “Please never call Ben, or anyone named Ben for that matter, that ever again. Especially not baby Benjamin. That just gave me the ick. Also, why do I need to tell you that when I can simply message Miguel and ask where he’s at?”

Seeing your grimace and genuine dislike for the nickname makes Lyla snort. “My bad, my bad, but you should tell me. I’m asking for a friend.”

You laugh softly. “You’re that nosy, hm?”

“It’s one of my ‘human’ traits. Don’t blame it on me,” Lyla answers with a shrug before her smirk returns. “So, Ben?”

“Nothing about Ben,” you answer, walking up the stairs to see if Miguel is there.

“So, no fuzzy feelings for him?”

“Nope,” you answer all too quickly, certain of your feelings. “No fuzzy feelings.”

“Gotcha. By the way, Miguel will meet you at the same rooftop you guys had tacos a few months ago,” Lyla says with a happy tone before disappearing.

With a heavy sigh, you turn back around. “You could’ve saved me the trip, you know?” you call out to Lyla, but the little holographic AI assistant is already long gone and you quickly let it go anyway, focusing on going to meet Miguel.

In seconds, you’re out of the penthouse through a window and swinging through Nueva York in silence, excited to see Miguel.

Somewhere else in the city, Miguel swings past buildings with a cup holder in one hand, heading to the location. His thoughts are focused on reaching you when Lyla presents herself through his gizmo.

“Your best friend is on her way to the location,” she informs him. “I see you’ve acquired the goods.”

“That’s good, thank you for letting me know. And yeah, I got them.”

“Good, good, good…” Lyla trails off as Miguel continues moving. “So… “

“So what?” Miguel asks with furrowed eyebrows, giving himself a second to glance at Lyla.

“So… I think it’s safe to say Dulz doesn’t like Ben.”

That nearly makes Miguel drop the cup holder, but he composes himself. “Oh… What makes you think that?”

With a little snort, Lyla smiles. “Well, if you ask me, I just don’t think Ben is her type.”

“I don’t know that Dulzura has a type,” Miguel mutters, silently wondering if you do and if so, what it is.

“Well, I just don’t see her with Ben.”

“That’s not… Up to you or me, or anyone else, Lyla,” Miguel answers, though he agrees. Wholeheartedly. For whatever reason. “If Dulzura likes him, then… It’s her feelings and decision.”

“I know, but it’s still something to think about and worth mentioning.” Lyla turns away, noticing Miguel is almost at his destination. “For a friend,” she mutters quietly before flickering off with a little smirk.

With a thud, Miguel lands on the rooftop with the cup holder safe and sound. He looks around, trying to detect your presence, which doesn’t take him long to do. In a matter of seconds, you’re in view, heading straight for him after your… What should he call it? Meeting? Hangout? Date? He supposes he'll find out eventually along with whether you have feelings for Ben or not.

The first thing Miguel notices once you land on the rooftop is your smile upon seeing him. It’s a warmhearted and welcoming one that inspires a fluttery feeling in his chest — like butterflies breaking free from their cozy cocoons and spreading their wings for the very first time for flight.

“Solecito,” you greet Miguel warmly, walking closer to him.

“Dulzura,” Miguel replies, smiling right back at you. There's that fluttering again at the nickname. Little sun. “You’re back.”

“What? Did you think I wasn’t coming back?” you ask, amused. “It’s not going to be that easy to get rid of me, I fear.”

Hearing that, Miguel chuckles and gestures for you to take a seat. “Here I was thinking maybe you’d come back to tell me you like Ben's universe better,” he replies, saying it as a bit of a joke, but the words leave a bad taste in his mouth.

“Um, no,” you answer, sat on the ground with Miguel next to you. “It’s pretty, but… Nueva York is Nueva York,” you continue, glancing at him slowly. Nueva York has its own beauty and most importantly, it has Miguel. Your Miguel. As in, your best friend Miguel, not another variant — you quickly and mentally clarify to yourself, for some odd reason. You clear your throat and offer Miguel a smile. “Nueva York is — well — Home.”

“It is home,” Miguel agrees, nodding. “No matter what, you’ll always have a home here. I hope you never forget that.”

Still smiling, you shake your head no. “Never. How could I? My best friend always makes it feel like home, you know?”

“I figured I’d mention it again, just so you don’t forget,” Miguel continues with a warm smile, happy with your words, before he shows you the cup holder.

“Oooh! You got yogurt?” you ask excitedly, your eyes showing your happiness at the sight of the pink drink topped with fresh fruit and cereal.

“Yep, I got yogurt — something sweet like you,” Miguel murmurs handing you one of the cups along with a spoon and straw.

“You don’t even know,” you state, picking out a strawberry slice. “How much I needed this. Thank you!”

With a smile, Miguel watches you eat the strawberry slice before eagerly sipping the sweet drink. His lips part in surprise when a little moan comes from your throat with your eyes closed in delight. A blush quickly spreads over Miguel’s cheeks, the little noise and sight branded into his memory.

“This is so delicious,” you murmur. “Are you not going to eat yours? The cereal is going to get soggy, Migs.” You point out, noticing Miguel hasn’t started on his yet.

“I — Yes, I am. I just — “ Miguel stammers. “I was just making sure you liked yours,” he finally says, finding the words within himself.

“I’m literally holding back from scarfing it down, so that should tell you everything,” you reply, chuckling. “I love it! You really surprised me with this amazing treat.”

“I'm glad I surprised you,” Miguel answers, getting his straw and spoon out before digging in himself. The little sound you made is still in his head, but he does his best to push it away in order to focus in the now.

A peaceful and comfortable silence falls upon you, allowing you to enjoy Miguel's treat and each other's presence. It's nothing new, of course. Miguel and you are so comfortable with each other that neither of you have the need to fill the silence.

Halfway through the dessert, Miguel clears his throat. His cheeks are less red now, though a light blush remains. Stirring his straw around the cup, which looks miniature in his large hand, Miguel turns to gaze at you; a question lingering in his mind.

“So…” he starts softly. “How was your… ?”

A small smile forms on your face as you hear Miguel trailing off, not sure what to call what you had. “I think… It was a date,” you answer, turning to gaze at him.

“Yeah?” Miguel replies, raising an eyebrow.

“Well… I did notice that the others were only there as friends. Not as dates.”

“But?” Miguel inquires gently.

“But… They had picnic blankets and everyone sat on one besides Ben. That left me to sit with him alone.”

Miguel hums, placing that piece of information as small evidence to support his suspicion about Ben having feelings for you. There’s still no indication of your feelings, though.

“I didn't mind. Maybe the others are used to that, or maybe they didn't want to sit with me. Either way, I shared the picnic blanket with him and noticed he moved closer and closer as the conversation continued. Then, we had this conversation as a group. It makes me think.. Maybe Ben's friends were trying to gather information.”

“Oh…” Miguel swallows, bothered by the fact that Ben tried to move closer to you without a care for your comfort and boundaries. “What makes you think that?”

“Well… His friends brought up the fact that I’m single, which I didn’t like because one of them said I had lost ‘a Peter’. I’m sure she didn’t mean to word it like that, but,” you sigh. “It still rubbed me the wrong way, as if he was insignificant.” Shaking your head, you sigh again. “They clarified they brought it up because they were discussing everyone who is unattached and the topic of me losing Peter came up, apparently. It did seemed a little out of place to mention that today, given we don't know each other that well. Maybe… They wanted to clarify for some reason?”

“Well, first, I do hope it was a mistake they worded it like that because that did sound wrong,” Miguel starts, understanding why the wording came off like that for you. “And about the unattached comment… It could be mere gossip, Dulzura,” Miguel continues, trying to offer another reason for their curiosity regarding your relationship status, though it’s unclear if it’s more for you or for himself. “I do know that in the past — before you were here — I used to be a topic of discussion for many.”

“I know,” you answer turning to face him again and offering a look of understanding. “And I’ve told you, you don’t owe anyone explanations. People will gossip, all the time, so, I do see them merely gossiping about this.”

Miguel nods, releasing a small sigh. “Though, there is the chance that… You know.”

“Right,” you answer taking a short sip from your drink, thinking. “It could be that Ben…”

“Has feelings for you and his friends were asking to help him out,” Miguel finishes quietly.

With a hum, you take another spoonful of yogurt, a short silence following before you break it. “But to be honest?”

“Yeah?” Miguel responds, gazing at you with curiosity.

“We could be totally wrong,” you say with a small smile. “I never want to mistake kindness for something else.”

Miguel nods, understanding what you mean. There are people who mistake kindness, or even simple politeness, as flirting and romantic interest when there’s none.

“And besides,” you continue, still gazing at Miguel. “Respectfully, I have no interest in pursuing a relationship right now,” you add. “Much less with Ben. I see him as a simple friendly coworker, so I hope he doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“So you don’t…? For Ben?” Miguel asks, finding it easier to breathe thanks to your confession.

“No,” you answer quickly, shaking your head to emphasize the point. “No, I don’t.”

“Alright, well, I… You know, I wasn’t sure,” Miguel continues, scratching his neck with his free hand. “I thought maybe you did, but hadn't said anything out of shyness.”

“No, I don't have feelings for him, so now you know,” you answer before eating more of your yogurt, feeling lighter inside now that you’ve told Miguel; now that he no longer thinks you have feelings for Ben. “So…”

“So…” Miguel repeats, slowly smiling at you and watching you eat.

“What?” you ask, raising your eyebrows when you realize he’s watching you.

“Nothing,” Miguel replies, turning to finish his yogurt.

“You were just staring,” you counter.

“I was just thinking.”

“Hm… About what?” you inquire, getting Miguel to face you again.

You gaze at each other, your yogurts forgotten for now, with serious faces. A few seconds in, your lips twitch upwards, something Miguel notices and makes his lips do the same. It’s a domino effect; you notice his lips twitch, too, and it just makes yours do the same again and so on until you both burst into fits of laughter while sitting on the rooftop, away from the rest of the world and multiverse.

You cover your mouth to hide your giggling and point to Miguel, pointing out that he’s laughing.

“I’m not —” Miguel manages, unable to finish before another laugh escapes him, laughing so hard he feels his chest vibrate with the movement.

“You are!” you continue.

“So are you!” Miguel answers, pointing back at you, which makes you shake your head in denial.

“I’m laughing because you’re laughing,” you respond in between giggles.

Your laughter continues a bit more before you both settle down, feeling happy and light as though you're both on top of the world.

After catching your breath from all the laughter, you gaze at each other and exchange soft and tender smiles.

The thought that you’re enjoying yourself a million times more with Miguel than you were with Ben and his friends crosses your mind then.

Based on what happened today, you have a feeling that the invitation from Ben was a silent date and you’re sorry to say it, but if it was, it didn't go well.

You’ve enjoyed yourself a million times more in half an hour with Miguel than you did with Ben in over an hour.

You're not saying that this is a date, of course, but… It goes to show how comfortable and close you are with Miguel, your best friend.

Still gazing and smiling at Miguel, a little chuckle escapes from your lips as you think about how badly you wish you could hug him right now. If you could, you would’ve already thrown your arms around him and hold on tight for a few seconds, or rather a few minutes.

“What’s that little chuckle for?” Miguel questions, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Sighting through your nose, you continue to smile at him. “You know you’re my best friend, right?” you ask.

Hearing your words, Miguel’s face softens. “I know,” he answers softly, yet again experiencing this feeling in his chest that he’s felt before. It’s like a beam of golden light, swirling and shining inside him. It’s so intense, it feels like it might explode from his very chest, but he cannot help it. Not the previous times nor today. Not ever. Of that, Miguel is certain. “And you’re mine,” Miguel answers, the itch to hug you coming forth once more.

His free hand curls into a gentle fist at the thought and itch. This right here — this moment — is what he would consider a ‘perfect’ moment for an embrace.

Miguel swallows, his heart beginning to race as he considers it.

Is this it?

Miguel asks himself that as he continues to gaze at you. For months now, the thought has been on his mind. He's been building himself up for more touch; for what he considers the biggest step yet in his healing journey and has gone back and forth on when and how to make this possible.

So, could this moment be it?

Miguel leans just a tad closer, his fist loosening despite his racing heart. A mixture of excitement and nerves forms in his tummy as he builds himself up for the moment, slowly but steadily, but then, the chance slips away when you stand up.

“How about we go home?” you ask with a smile, unaware of how close Miguel came to taking that step.

“I — Yes,” Miguel answers, caught off guard. Just like that, the moment has fled, but he reassures himself that the moment will come. It will, at its due time. “Let's go home.”

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you excuse yourself to change into your comfy clothes — promising Miguel to meet him in the living room in a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Miguel throws away the empty cups and turns on the stove for the last little surprise he has in store for you. Leaving that on, Miguel heads upstairs, too, to change into his lounging clothes.

As he walks down the hallway to his bedroom, he notices your door is open and that you seem to be in the bathroom. He briefly glances inside your room, but he ends up doing a double take when something catches his eyes, stopping him dead in his tracks.

Without thinking, Miguel enters your room, equally surprised and filled with tenderness due to the discovery. Carefully, Miguel picks up the plushie sitting on your bed with a smile. You have a plushie of him.

“Oh —” you gasp, walking into your room only to find Miguel holding your little secret. Heat instantly floods your cheeks, embarrassment and a minor panic coursing through your body because he has discovered the plushie. Facepalming, you remember you failed to place it back in your closet before leaving due to your nerves. “I can explain, Miguel. I — um —” You stop when Miguel begins to turn to face you, fearing that he's weirded out.

Noticing your reaction instantly, Miguel steps closer to you with a gentle smile. “Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he reassures you softly.

“I hope you don't think it’s weird, Miguel,” you reply with a little pout that makes Miguel want to melt.

“God no, why would I think it’s weird?” he asks with an amused yet gentle smile. “I think it’s incredibly sweet of you to have it, and to reassure you… Give me a few seconds.”

“What — Where are you going?” you ask as Miguel leaves your room, still holding the plushie.

A few seconds later, Miguel returns with one of his hands behind his back. Smiling, he shows you the plushie of himself before revealing what’s behind him. “I got it a while back,” Miguel shyly states, presenting a plushie of you.

“You have one of me…?” you say, looking at the plushie before looking up at him, surprised.

“Yes, I bought it a while back from Mr. Stanley’s store. I wanted to tell you about it, but I felt the same way. I thought maybe you’d find it strange, or even silly that I bought it. So, I’ve kept it in one of the drawers in my office. I personally think it’s sweet,” Miguel continues.

You shake your head in both disbelief and amusement to hear that you’ve both kept plushies a secret from each other.

Taking your plushie of Miguel from his offering hand, you smile sheepishly at each other. “I think it’s sweet you have one of me, too,” you answer with a small chuckle as you both press the plushies next to each other to look at them.

“See? No reason to be embarrassed, then,” Miguel replies. “Maybe… We can stop hiding them now.”

You nod in agreement. “I agree. The cat is out of the bag now.”

“I think I’m going to place mine in the living room,” Miguel shares. “Near the record player… You’re welcomed to place yours there, too.”

That’s exactly what you do once you’re both downstairs. You both place the plushies next to each other near the records player, looking so cute side by side.

You’re still staring at them when you receive a new notification, one you ignore by putting away all your devices to the side, including your gizmo. You’re home, which means you can unwind and forget about everything else, even the new message that unbeknownst to you, is from Harry.

Harry: Are you home? I was wondering if you’re up for a coffee. Let me know!

You sigh softly and slip the simple bracelet that prevents you from glitching in your free wrist, deciding that all notifications can be taken care off tomorrow just as a mug appears in your line of vision.

“Surprise,” Miguel says in a singsong voice, giving you a warm smile.

“You made café de olla while I was gone?” you ask, happily accepting the mug.

Smiling sheepishly, Miguel nods. He did more than make café de olla. The reorganized drawers and cabinets in the kitchen are a testament to that, but he decides to leave that out for now. You don’t need to know or get an idea about his restlessness while you were gone at Ben’s universe.

“I did,” Miguel replies, carrying his own mug and walking to the record player. His gaze lingers on the plushies for a few seconds, finding the sight of them together endearing, before he chooses a record from his collection to play.

He settles on the ground next to you, his arm brushing against yours, just as nostalgic notes fill the cozy living room accompanied with sentimental lyrics — a perfect melody for an evening like this one with a nice mug of coffee and the company of someone dear to you.

Drinking from your mug, you smile and gaze from your spot out the windows, noticing the moon. There may have been a moon event at Ben's universe, but here in Nueva York with Miguel at your side, the moon looks far lovelier and bewitching.

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A/N:

Hiii, pookies!

I can't believe it's been months since I updated NC 😭😭 After the last update, I was so excited to continue updating regularly, but then life happened. Thankfully, here's the update!

I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing for NC again!💖✨️

Also, if you noticed some errors, pls excuse them. As some of you may know, my laptop is currently out of service so I used my phone and tablet — mainly my tablet with a wireless keyboard — to write this chapter. For some reason, my keyboard was a bit of an annoyance since it kept switching between languages while I typed and the notion app kept deleting entire paragraphs (never happens on my phone, but on my tablet it did). 🫠 Hopefully, I'll have my laptop running again soon 😭

For this chapter, I want to give credit to two people (hopefully they're still reading). One, to a nonnie, who sent an ask a while back asking how Miguel would react to hearing someone say Dulzura is with someone/looks cute with someone else when he's so used to people thinking Dulzura and him are dating. I took inspo from that ask for this chapter, so thank you, nonnie!

I also want to give credit to Mercy for the plushie scene because they sent an ask about this idea, and it was too cute to not include it! Thank you, Mercy! @mercynguyen I need a Miguel plushie so bad 😭

So this chapter... Someone needs to hold Miguel and Dulzura's hands and tell them straight to their faces, at this point 😭 but EEEEE, the way they're right there... so close. And Miguel wanting to hug Dulzura, and almost doing it! Also, what did you think about the Ben stuff? And Miguel's reaction to it? 🤭 Let me know because me personally, this was me

I also want to make a quick note about a detail from chapter 22 that I forgot to mention due to the timing (it being New Year's) and length of my author's note. The detail is regarding the knots on the bracelets Miguel and Dulzura gifted each other. During my little research and brain storming for gift ideas for them, I came across the bracelets and learned about the True Lover's Knot -- symbolizing friendship, affection, and love. 🥹

To conclude, thank you so much for reading NC. It truly means so much to me that there's still many of you reading this story despite my slow updates and it being almost 2 years since this fic first started (in July we will reach the 2 year mark). Also, thank you for keeping up with me and for being understanding and kind! ❤️

I hope you're all doing well and having a great Sunday so far. Pls take care of yourselves and know that I love you, pookies! 💖💕

Alondra❤️

p.s. I've been thinking about cleaning up the taglist since I feel like a lot of the people on it are no longer reading/not active. This might solve the issue that some readers have had, which is that they don't receive the notification despite being tagged. I will be making a post about this soon, asking anyone interested in being tagged to engage with the post, so keep an eye out for that if you want to be part of the new taglist :))

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@loverlorn @saturnknows @d1lf-loverrr @eddiestitmiguelsbigdick

@arithestrawberry @scaleniusrm @haradasaya @spidermanismyfav

@bitchykittenconnoisseur @thecraziestcrayon @obi-mom-kenobi

@natsury-kazuki @coraline750 @edgycatx @safixiovi @sunnyx07

@nxrdamp @rorel1a @oceanstar19 @happishark @carmilla01

@somebodyelsethanyouthink @adora-but-ginger @angie2274

@vampi-amora @tired-writer04 @plzfeedmebread @shadow-pancake9

@tynakub @faretheeoscar @giulscomix @luvstuffies

@coffeeauthorvibing @lauraolar14 @bl0osclues @pinkiemme

@lil-cinn @mashiromochi @loveletterfrommwah

@muzansucker @theleftkittycollection

@kikookii @www-interludeshadow-com @holographicang3l

@aisyakirmann @bucky-to-my-barnes @geraskier-thots

@l3laze @yujyujj @taylorsmakingfuckingmacandcheese

@damhanallagorm @heyohalie @kaliuea @moonsua1

@darksidescorner @geminis93 @1800-get-alife

@hrrtkreuz @oharasfilipinawife

@dropyoursocksandgrabyourcrocss @may4ri @t4naiis

@f1-hoff @llumetrii

@nina-from-317 @kavimoo

[oharaslove]

HI! I know I was supposed to post yesterday! But Uni is at my neck. I start finals this month so... yeah, not enough time. I barely live

I had half of it... but I won't be able to finish it before finals, so, I am so so sorry

Posting Schedule

So, this is for me to force myself to write and for you to know (if you are interested). Which probably no one is, but whatever.

Masterlist - AO3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cold (One-Shot) - To be Posted

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

summary: Many people in the spider society see you as cold, mainly because they don't know you well. What happens when Miguel notices how much this view of yourself affects you?

Symbols and Meanings

Fluff: ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 Smut: ୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ Angst: ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 Hurt/Comfort: ૮ ˶︶^︶˶ ა🧸🐇<3

[oharaslove]

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

[oharaslove]

҉ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨

The Other Spider’s POV

Jess would always pop into Miguel’s office from time to time to one: check on him, despite him always saying he was fine, and two, to check how everything was going, with the Multiverse, the other spiders, missions etc. 

All the meetings went around the same. She would start talking, and Miguel would grunt or answer shortly. Though, as time went by, he began appearing happier? Well, maybe that wasn’t the word, but there was a shift. Jess couldn't put her finger around it, but she was keeping a close eye on her friend. 

Despite that, it came as a surprise when once, in one of those usual meetups, she found a cushion sitting on Miguel’s desk. “What 's this?” she had asked, picking up the pillow and examining it. “Nothing.” he had answered, barely looking her in the eye. “You know, if you need some rest, a bed is better than your desk.” “Whatever.”

She left the conversation at that, but from the looks of it, the pillow meant more than Miguel had let her know. As she suspected, some days later, when she was stepping up to Miguel’s platform, she almost stumbled with a box. Said box contained the pillow she had found, but also a blanket. Way too cute for Miguel. 

Jess smirked, “So, what was it? Do you need to rest or do you sneak someone here when we aren’t watching?” “I don’t know what you are talking a–” Miguel began answering as he turned around, but he was cut short when he looked at what Jess had at her feet. Miguel cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, really. Just some things that remind me of… Gabi! Yes, Gabi!” Miguel finished his sentence and turned around quickly, hiding his expression from her. “Mmm, okay. Let’s pretend I believe you. Just, maybe keep this under the desk if you don’t want people to find out.” She stated, gently pushing the box under Miguel’s desk with her foot. 

“I’m happy for you, you know?” She said, as she was about to leave the office. “There’s nothing to be happy about.” Miguel answered. “There sure isn’t”. And so, Jess left the office with a hint of someone making its way to Miguel’s cold heart.

Peter B was carrying Mayday, as usual. It didn’t matter how many times Miguel had asked him to leave her out of this. He wouldn’t get it. He needed to take care of his little girl. (Author note: do I resent Peter B a little for shoving Mayday down Miguel’s throat when HE WAS FUCKING THERE, when Mig lost Gabby? A little)

He swung into the office like it was his. “Miguel! My man. How are you doing?” “Peter,” Miguel growled. “How’s everything going?” Peter asked, looking around the office. “Oh sweet! You got a couch!” He swung towards it and slumped against it. “This is nice. Good decoration, I always said this office needed more things. It’s always so… dark.” “That’s not–” “Do you even use it? Why is it here?” “Yes! I use it.” Miguel stated, cold as usual. “I can barely fit in.” Peter answered, laying down on the couch, stretching as far as he could with Mayday on his chest. “How do you?” he asked. “I sit.” “Fair”

Weeks later, when Peter B. entered the lab again, a new couch was sitting there. “Oh now you can fit in here. Useful for power naps” “I don’t do power naps” “Then, why change the couch?” “Not your business” “Jeez, okay… Mayday no!”

Mayday had jumped from her father’s arms and swung onto Miguel’s platform. She had stuck on the side of it, and curiously began opening drawers. 

Before Miguel or Peter could stop her, she pulled out a chocolate bar from the top drawer. “Mayday, give me that!” Peter B. caught up to her and took her in his arms, snatching the bar out of her baby grip. “You can’t eat this–” he took a peek into Miguel’s drawer and saw all the other snacks laying around. “Woo, what’s all this?” Miguel didn’t answer, he just closed the drawer fast and continued with his work. 

Mayday was strangely looking up, giggling to herself and waving. Peter B. tried to follow her gaze, but nothing caught his eye. 

Little did they know, there was another Spider looking from above. 

Miguel’s POV

The things began appearing not because you took them to his space, but because Miguel ✧cared✧. 

He noticed how you liked sitting on his desk while visiting. At first, he thought it was because of the lack of another chair, so he got one. 

Despite the new sitting arrangement, the desk was still your preferred spot. You even fell asleep there sometimes. Given the new information, Miguel decided to keep the chair, but he wanted to surprise you. So before your usual (not scheduled, but he remembered when you liked to pop up) time of arrival, he placed the cushion on your regular spot. 

Later, Miguel’s heart couldn’t help but clench seeing your sleepy form. He didn’t know if you were actually cold or you just liked sleeping like that. But seeing you sleeping form curling on your self made him want to hug you and never let you go. So, one day the blanket appeared. You didn’t really need it, but once you were asleep, Miguel would always drape it over you. 

How could you sleep on the table? It was horrible. Miguel couldn’t quite understand. That, plus some thoughts he shouldn’t be having –like when you were asleep, he had an itch to caress your face with his hand, cup your cheek and give you a little kiss. Just a quick little peck in your forehead, puffed cheeks, nose, lips…– Anyway!

Clearly, your proximity was driving him insane. Thus, with the excuse or reason (to convince himself) of getting you more comfortable (and out of his space, even if deep down, he really didn’t care), the couch appeared. 

At first, you refused to take it, no matter how Miguel practically begged you to use it. He needed you to. He was losing his self control. Your scent linger everywhere, despite the fact you had left hours prior. Your voice calmed him down, something he thought was impossible. And, worse of it all, your rhythmic breathing when you were asleep lulled him to do the same. He wanted to curl beside you, pull you close and rest his eyes and mind for hours. Just with you by his side. 

Miguel knew you were probably better off without him. But, he was selfish. Thus, he was going to step back a little, but not let you go entirely. The discussion continued for probably half an hour, until Miguel gave in and you won. How could you not? Miguel folds like a fucking lawn chair just looking at your eyes and I’ll defend this with my life. 

So, he ends up letting you fall asleep at your usual spot, before carrying you bridal style to the couch. Lyla teased him about it, but he brushed it off. He was pushing his feelings down, scared of them bursting out every time you were near him. The folder Lyla created with pictures she took of both of you didn’t help. Miguel had stumbled upon it by mistake, and he would love to say he deleted it or ignored it. But, that wasn’t the case…

After a while… you realised what Miguel was doing. So, you began pretending to fall asleep on the table, and then, when he began carrying you to the couch, you would use what Miguel calls your power of persuasion, to make him lay there with you. He resisted at first, he really did. 

Though, one evening, you were really sleepy. Your eyes closed from time to time, but you didn’t want to fall asleep, Miguel could tell. He whispered to you that it was okay, that you could sleep. But, you answered that you wanted to be close to him, that you knew that once you were in the dream realm, he was going to take you to the couch. You pouted at him, telling him how the couch was cold without him. Miguel felt a sudden urge to tell you the real reason why he had to “push” you away, but he got scared. Luckily, you took the leap of faith. Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you, your lips smashing against his. Needless to say, that was the first day Miguel slept next to you. Uncomfortably, but warm to his heart. 

Obviously, you begging Miguel to sleep with you became a habit. Miguel didn’t always give in (his heart wanted to, but his brain was telling him that the multiverse needed his attention). But, let’s say twice or thrice a week, Miguel would find himself beside you, laying on the couch. Your head in his chest, his cheek resting on top of it, while he played with your hair. Because of this, the second, bigger, couch appeared. 

Lastly, you began spending more and more time with Miguel. That meant, you became hungry and thirsty as hours went by. Miguel knew how much you hated going to the cafeteria, lots of people, waaay too many. So, that’s how the snack drawer came to be. He learnt what your favourite foods, snacks and drinks were, and kept them on easy access, where you didn’t need to leave the comfort of his office. For your benefit, and for his. 

THE END

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I just thought this would be cute. From someone whose love language is nor physical touch nor words of affirmation, I feel like doing those things, showing you care matters too. Some people don't understand it, but fuck them.

[oharaslove]

҉ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨

The Other Spider’s POV

Jess would always pop into Miguel’s office from time to time to one: check on him, despite him always saying he was fine, and two, to check how everything was going, with the Multiverse, the other spiders, missions etc. 

All the meetings went around the same. She would start talking, and Miguel would grunt or answer shortly. Though, as time went by, he began appearing happier? Well, maybe that wasn’t the word, but there was a shift. Jess couldn't put her finger around it, but she was keeping a close eye on her friend. 

Despite that, it came as a surprise when once, in one of those usual meetups, she found a cushion sitting on Miguel’s desk. “What 's this?” she had asked, picking up the pillow and examining it. “Nothing.” he had answered, barely looking her in the eye. “You know, if you need some rest, a bed is better than your desk.” “Whatever.”

She left the conversation at that, but from the looks of it, the pillow meant more than Miguel had let her know. As she suspected, some days later, when she was stepping up to Miguel’s platform, she almost stumbled with a box. Said box contained the pillow she had found, but also a blanket. Way too cute for Miguel. 

Jess smirked, “So, what was it? Do you need to rest or do you sneak someone here when we aren’t watching?” “I don’t know what you are talking a–” Miguel began answering as he turned around, but he was cut short when he looked at what Jess had at her feet. Miguel cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, really. Just some things that remind me of… Gabi! Yes, Gabi!” Miguel finished his sentence and turned around quickly, hiding his expression from her. “Mmm, okay. Let’s pretend I believe you. Just, maybe keep this under the desk if you don’t want people to find out.” She stated, gently pushing the box under Miguel’s desk with her foot. 

“I’m happy for you, you know?” She said, as she was about to leave the office. “There’s nothing to be happy about.” Miguel answered. “There sure isn’t”. And so, Jess left the office with a hint of someone making its way to Miguel’s cold heart.

Peter B was carrying Mayday, as usual. It didn’t matter how many times Miguel had asked him to leave her out of this. He wouldn’t get it. He needed to take care of his little girl. (Author note: do I resent Peter B a little for shoving Mayday down Miguel’s throat when HE WAS FUCKING THERE, when Mig lost Gabby? A little)

He swung into the office like it was his. “Miguel! My man. How are you doing?” “Peter,” Miguel growled. “How’s everything going?” Peter asked, looking around the office. “Oh sweet! You got a couch!” He swung towards it and slumped against it. “This is nice. Good decoration, I always said this office needed more things. It’s always so… dark.” “That’s not–” “Do you even use it? Why is it here?” “Yes! I use it.” Miguel stated, cold as usual. “I can barely fit in.” Peter answered, laying down on the couch, stretching as far as he could with Mayday on his chest. “How do you?” he asked. “I sit.” “Fair”

Weeks later, when Peter B. entered the lab again, a new couch was sitting there. “Oh now you can fit in here. Useful for power naps” “I don’t do power naps” “Then, why change the couch?” “Not your business” “Jeez, okay… Mayday no!”

Mayday had jumped from her father’s arms and swung onto Miguel’s platform. She had stuck on the side of it, and curiously began opening drawers. 

Before Miguel or Peter could stop her, she pulled out a chocolate bar from the top drawer. “Mayday, give me that!” Peter B. caught up to her and took her in his arms, snatching the bar out of her baby grip. “You can’t eat this–” he took a peek into Miguel’s drawer and saw all the other snacks laying around. “Woo, what’s all this?” Miguel didn’t answer, he just closed the drawer fast and continued with his work. 

Mayday was strangely looking up, giggling to herself and waving. Peter B. tried to follow her gaze, but nothing caught his eye. 

Little did they know, there was another Spider looking from above. 

Miguel’s POV

The things began appearing not because you took them to his space, but because Miguel ✧cared✧. 

He noticed how you liked sitting on his desk while visiting. At first, he thought it was because of the lack of another chair, so he got one. 

Despite the new sitting arrangement, the desk was still your preferred spot. You even fell asleep there sometimes. Given the new information, Miguel decided to keep the chair, but he wanted to surprise you. So before your usual (not scheduled, but he remembered when you liked to pop up) time of arrival, he placed the cushion on your regular spot. 

Later, Miguel’s heart couldn’t help but clench seeing your sleepy form. He didn’t know if you were actually cold or you just liked sleeping like that. But seeing you sleeping form curling on your self made him want to hug you and never let you go. So, one day the blanket appeared. You didn’t really need it, but once you were asleep, Miguel would always drape it over you. 

How could you sleep on the table? It was horrible. Miguel couldn’t quite understand. That, plus some thoughts he shouldn’t be having –like when you were asleep, he had an itch to caress your face with his hand, cup your cheek and give you a little kiss. Just a quick little peck in your forehead, puffed cheeks, nose, lips…– Anyway!

Clearly, your proximity was driving him insane. Thus, with the excuse or reason (to convince himself) of getting you more comfortable (and out of his space, even if deep down, he really didn’t care), the couch appeared. 

At first, you refused to take it, no matter how Miguel practically begged you to use it. He needed you to. He was losing his self control. Your scent linger everywhere, despite the fact you had left hours prior. Your voice calmed him down, something he thought was impossible. And, worse of it all, your rhythmic breathing when you were asleep lulled him to do the same. He wanted to curl beside you, pull you close and rest his eyes and mind for hours. Just with you by his side. 

Miguel knew you were probably better off without him. But, he was selfish. Thus, he was going to step back a little, but not let you go entirely. The discussion continued for probably half an hour, until Miguel gave in and you won. How could you not? Miguel folds like a fucking lawn chair just looking at your eyes and I’ll defend this with my life. 

So, he ends up letting you fall asleep at your usual spot, before carrying you bridal style to the couch. Lyla teased him about it, but he brushed it off. He was pushing his feelings down, scared of them bursting out every time you were near him. The folder Lyla created with pictures she took of both of you didn’t help. Miguel had stumbled upon it by mistake, and he would love to say he deleted it or ignored it. But, that wasn’t the case…

After a while… you realised what Miguel was doing. So, you began pretending to fall asleep on the table, and then, when he began carrying you to the couch, you would use what Miguel calls your power of persuasion, to make him lay there with you. He resisted at first, he really did. 

Though, one evening, you were really sleepy. Your eyes closed from time to time, but you didn’t want to fall asleep, Miguel could tell. He whispered to you that it was okay, that you could sleep. But, you answered that you wanted to be close to him, that you knew that once you were in the dream realm, he was going to take you to the couch. You pouted at him, telling him how the couch was cold without him. Miguel felt a sudden urge to tell you the real reason why he had to “push” you away, but he got scared. Luckily, you took the leap of faith. Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you, your lips smashing against his. Needless to say, that was the first day Miguel slept next to you. Uncomfortably, but warm to his heart. 

Obviously, you begging Miguel to sleep with you became a habit. Miguel didn’t always give in (his heart wanted to, but his brain was telling him that the multiverse needed his attention). But, let’s say twice or thrice a week, Miguel would find himself beside you, laying on the couch. Your head in his chest, his cheek resting on top of it, while he played with your hair. Because of this, the second, bigger, couch appeared. 

Lastly, you began spending more and more time with Miguel. That meant, you became hungry and thirsty as hours went by. Miguel knew how much you hated going to the cafeteria, lots of people, waaay too many. So, that’s how the snack drawer came to be. He learnt what your favourite foods, snacks and drinks were, and kept them on easy access, where you didn’t need to leave the comfort of his office. For your benefit, and for his. 

THE END

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I just thought this would be cute. From someone whose love language is nor physical touch nor words of affirmation, I feel like doing those things, showing you care matters too. Some people don't understand it, but fuck them.

[oharaslove]

He is a tough cookie, but once those walls fall? That man is a softie.

And dorito of a man 😂😂. That's hilarious

҉ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨

The Other Spider’s POV

Jess would always pop into Miguel’s office from time to time to one: check on him, despite him always saying he was fine, and two, to check how everything was going, with the Multiverse, the other spiders, missions etc. 

All the meetings went around the same. She would start talking, and Miguel would grunt or answer shortly. Though, as time went by, he began appearing happier? Well, maybe that wasn’t the word, but there was a shift. Jess couldn't put her finger around it, but she was keeping a close eye on her friend. 

Despite that, it came as a surprise when once, in one of those usual meetups, she found a cushion sitting on Miguel’s desk. “What 's this?” she had asked, picking up the pillow and examining it. “Nothing.” he had answered, barely looking her in the eye. “You know, if you need some rest, a bed is better than your desk.” “Whatever.”

She left the conversation at that, but from the looks of it, the pillow meant more than Miguel had let her know. As she suspected, some days later, when she was stepping up to Miguel’s platform, she almost stumbled with a box. Said box contained the pillow she had found, but also a blanket. Way too cute for Miguel. 

Jess smirked, “So, what was it? Do you need to rest or do you sneak someone here when we aren’t watching?” “I don’t know what you are talking a–” Miguel began answering as he turned around, but he was cut short when he looked at what Jess had at her feet. Miguel cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, really. Just some things that remind me of… Gabi! Yes, Gabi!” Miguel finished his sentence and turned around quickly, hiding his expression from her. “Mmm, okay. Let’s pretend I believe you. Just, maybe keep this under the desk if you don’t want people to find out.” She stated, gently pushing the box under Miguel’s desk with her foot. 

“I’m happy for you, you know?” She said, as she was about to leave the office. “There’s nothing to be happy about.” Miguel answered. “There sure isn’t”. And so, Jess left the office with a hint of someone making its way to Miguel’s cold heart.

Peter B was carrying Mayday, as usual. It didn’t matter how many times Miguel had asked him to leave her out of this. He wouldn’t get it. He needed to take care of his little girl. (Author note: do I resent Peter B a little for shoving Mayday down Miguel’s throat when HE WAS FUCKING THERE, when Mig lost Gabby? A little)

He swung into the office like it was his. “Miguel! My man. How are you doing?” “Peter,” Miguel growled. “How’s everything going?” Peter asked, looking around the office. “Oh sweet! You got a couch!” He swung towards it and slumped against it. “This is nice. Good decoration, I always said this office needed more things. It’s always so… dark.” “That’s not–” “Do you even use it? Why is it here?” “Yes! I use it.” Miguel stated, cold as usual. “I can barely fit in.” Peter answered, laying down on the couch, stretching as far as he could with Mayday on his chest. “How do you?” he asked. “I sit.” “Fair”

Weeks later, when Peter B. entered the lab again, a new couch was sitting there. “Oh now you can fit in here. Useful for power naps” “I don’t do power naps” “Then, why change the couch?” “Not your business” “Jeez, okay… Mayday no!”

Mayday had jumped from her father’s arms and swung onto Miguel’s platform. She had stuck on the side of it, and curiously began opening drawers. 

Before Miguel or Peter could stop her, she pulled out a chocolate bar from the top drawer. “Mayday, give me that!” Peter B. caught up to her and took her in his arms, snatching the bar out of her baby grip. “You can’t eat this–” he took a peek into Miguel’s drawer and saw all the other snacks laying around. “Woo, what’s all this?” Miguel didn’t answer, he just closed the drawer fast and continued with his work. 

Mayday was strangely looking up, giggling to herself and waving. Peter B. tried to follow her gaze, but nothing caught his eye. 

Little did they know, there was another Spider looking from above. 

Miguel’s POV

The things began appearing not because you took them to his space, but because Miguel ✧cared✧. 

He noticed how you liked sitting on his desk while visiting. At first, he thought it was because of the lack of another chair, so he got one. 

Despite the new sitting arrangement, the desk was still your preferred spot. You even fell asleep there sometimes. Given the new information, Miguel decided to keep the chair, but he wanted to surprise you. So before your usual (not scheduled, but he remembered when you liked to pop up) time of arrival, he placed the cushion on your regular spot. 

Later, Miguel’s heart couldn’t help but clench seeing your sleepy form. He didn’t know if you were actually cold or you just liked sleeping like that. But seeing you sleeping form curling on your self made him want to hug you and never let you go. So, one day the blanket appeared. You didn’t really need it, but once you were asleep, Miguel would always drape it over you. 

How could you sleep on the table? It was horrible. Miguel couldn’t quite understand. That, plus some thoughts he shouldn’t be having –like when you were asleep, he had an itch to caress your face with his hand, cup your cheek and give you a little kiss. Just a quick little peck in your forehead, puffed cheeks, nose, lips…– Anyway!

Clearly, your proximity was driving him insane. Thus, with the excuse or reason (to convince himself) of getting you more comfortable (and out of his space, even if deep down, he really didn’t care), the couch appeared. 

At first, you refused to take it, no matter how Miguel practically begged you to use it. He needed you to. He was losing his self control. Your scent linger everywhere, despite the fact you had left hours prior. Your voice calmed him down, something he thought was impossible. And, worse of it all, your rhythmic breathing when you were asleep lulled him to do the same. He wanted to curl beside you, pull you close and rest his eyes and mind for hours. Just with you by his side. 

Miguel knew you were probably better off without him. But, he was selfish. Thus, he was going to step back a little, but not let you go entirely. The discussion continued for probably half an hour, until Miguel gave in and you won. How could you not? Miguel folds like a fucking lawn chair just looking at your eyes and I’ll defend this with my life. 

So, he ends up letting you fall asleep at your usual spot, before carrying you bridal style to the couch. Lyla teased him about it, but he brushed it off. He was pushing his feelings down, scared of them bursting out every time you were near him. The folder Lyla created with pictures she took of both of you didn’t help. Miguel had stumbled upon it by mistake, and he would love to say he deleted it or ignored it. But, that wasn’t the case…

After a while… you realised what Miguel was doing. So, you began pretending to fall asleep on the table, and then, when he began carrying you to the couch, you would use what Miguel calls your power of persuasion, to make him lay there with you. He resisted at first, he really did. 

Though, one evening, you were really sleepy. Your eyes closed from time to time, but you didn’t want to fall asleep, Miguel could tell. He whispered to you that it was okay, that you could sleep. But, you answered that you wanted to be close to him, that you knew that once you were in the dream realm, he was going to take you to the couch. You pouted at him, telling him how the couch was cold without him. Miguel felt a sudden urge to tell you the real reason why he had to “push” you away, but he got scared. Luckily, you took the leap of faith. Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you, your lips smashing against his. Needless to say, that was the first day Miguel slept next to you. Uncomfortably, but warm to his heart. 

Obviously, you begging Miguel to sleep with you became a habit. Miguel didn’t always give in (his heart wanted to, but his brain was telling him that the multiverse needed his attention). But, let’s say twice or thrice a week, Miguel would find himself beside you, laying on the couch. Your head in his chest, his cheek resting on top of it, while he played with your hair. Because of this, the second, bigger, couch appeared. 

Lastly, you began spending more and more time with Miguel. That meant, you became hungry and thirsty as hours went by. Miguel knew how much you hated going to the cafeteria, lots of people, waaay too many. So, that’s how the snack drawer came to be. He learnt what your favourite foods, snacks and drinks were, and kept them on easy access, where you didn’t need to leave the comfort of his office. For your benefit, and for his. 

THE END

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I just thought this would be cute. From someone whose love language is nor physical touch nor words of affirmation, I feel like doing those things, showing you care matters too. Some people don't understand it, but fuck them.

[oharaslove]

Same! Never thought of having kids but if Miguel asked....

I'm glad you liked it!! 🥺🥺

Hi there! I was wondering if you can please do a request where Miguel's girlfriend announces to him that she is pregnant and that he is going to be a father?

𝑯𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!!!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔!!! 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 🥺🥺. 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑾𝑨𝒀!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏! 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!!!

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑁𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛? 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4𝒌 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑥𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐾𝑖𝑛��𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦, 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 2099, 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛. 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡?

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙖𝙤3 ✧

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2

𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

The combination of the coldness of the bed and the sun heating your face stirs you awake. Usually you lay there, wondering how long it was since Miguel left the warmth of your shared bed, but not today. Before you knew it, bile made its way to your mouth. You rushed to the bathroom, emptying your insides in the toilet. You hated vomiting. It was disgusting. It also meant that you had to be careful with what you eat all day. Again, awful. Who doesn’t like to eat whatever they want?

You rest on the bathroom floor, knees to your chest. You hug yourself, waiting. The next round of puke would come, eventually. Meanwhile, you started to think. What was it that you ate last night? Miguel went to work, meaning, he was probably fine. Well, actually, that doesn’t help at all. 

You love your boyfriend, but he is a workaholic. 

However, since you moved in together, he had made a habit of coming home every night. Despite the looming responsibility of taking care of the arachno-humanoid… uhhh. The multiverse, yeah. Whatever that was called. It had a really long name, that it didn’t matter how many times Miguel repeated it to you, it never stuck. 

Besides, every time you talked with some spiders on the rare occasion you stepped on the Spider Society, they called it spider verse or something like that. The only thing that was clear to you was that Miguel didn’t like that definition. He was such a nerd, and you loved that. 

After seeing that your body didn’t have the urge to vomit again and feeling a little bit better, you stood up. You flushed the toilet and proceeded to shower. You couldn’t get much cleaner than that. 

You had puked a lot of times throughout your life. Who hasn’t? However, there was something different about this one. You couldn’t put a pin on it though. You felt… weird. Oftentimes than not, when you vomit, you don’t want to eat anything afterwards. For a couple hours at least. However, this time, you were craving strawberries. Granted, it was one of your favourite fruits, but it was strange nonetheless. 

The occurrence would have been just a bad day, or bad luck, if it weren’t for the following days.  

You have been doing the same routine for three straight days now. Wake up, rush to the toilet, bye bye yesterday’s dinner. You had told Miguel, but his food (same as yours, supposedly) stayed inside of his stomach. Miguel was getting worried, and so were you. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, but if this continued… you had no other option. Besides, Miguel would drag you there himself if you refuse. 

On the fourth day though, that routine was interrupted by a knock on the door. Who was up so early on a Saturday? You were disorientated, your throat still burning with the acid. It took you a couple of seconds to remember that your friend was coming over. Right! As a reminder clicked on your head, you shouted a quick “Coming!”. You cleaned yourself as best and fast as you could, and rushed to the door. 

You opened it, being met with the smiley face of your best friend. 

“Hey…” she started, before shutting her mouth. She stared at you, eyebrows furrowing. “Are you okay?” she asked, worry evident in her voice. “You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks, I love you too.” you answered, moving aside to let her in. 

“What’s wrong?” she pressed, walking in. She took her shoes off and hung her jacket and purse. 

You sighed, closing the door. You were tired. Despite the awesome sleep at nights, emptying your insides  was wearing you down. 

“I puked, again” you emphasized. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“What do you mean again?”

You walked to your couch and plop down. Your friend followed after you. 

“Oh right, I haven’t told you.” you said, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. “This is the fourth morning I vomit”

“Always in the morning?” she questioned, brow furrowed. 

“Yeah…” you trailed, taken aback by the query. “Why? It doesn’t–”

“Girl, really?” she laughed. “For being one of the smartest people I know, you sure don’t seem like it.”

“The hell are you talking about?” you asked.

She laughed. “When was your last period?”

You furrowed your brow. What did that have to do with…

Oh.

OH. 

Your eyes opened like plates. “You don’t think…” your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Don’t panic!” she stated, standing up in a rush and grabbing her things from the rack. “I’m going to run to the farmacy and get you some tests. Oh my god, I’m so excited.”

Your friend put her shoes on at lighting speed and before you could say something else she blew you a kiss and was out of the door. 

 And just like that, you were alone. Or, were you? You looked down at your stomach, pondering the implications. Could you be pregnant?

It was a possibility. You and Miguel… well. You could count with your fingers the amount of nights where you went to bed and straight to sleep last month. How could someone blame you? Anyone would throw themselves at Miguel if they had the chance. You were just lucky. 

The thing was, you used protection all the time. You weren’t on birth control because of the whole hormone shit, which you didn’t like. But you used condoms. Right? 

You stood up, too anxious to just sit around and wait. You paced around your living room, biting your nails, trying to remember if there was a night where you had been reckless. The events of previous nights with Miguel flashed through your head. 

The way he was always careful with you, treating you like you were going to break at any second. Sweet nothings whispered in your year. Spanish words and curses flying out of his mind when he was close. His caresses after it was done. Lips brushing against your naked flesh, leaving goosebumps in its path. 

One night in particular materialized in your head. You had been teasing Miguel all day. Sending him pictures, flirting more than usual, lingering touches here and there. Everything happened so fast. One minute you were in the kitchen, and before you knew it, Miguel had you pinned to the bed. The pace wasn’t the problem. Despite how hungry you were for each other, you two were responsible. 

However, you remembered what Miguel had growled in your ear. You hadn’t paid too much attention to it. You brushed it off as a heat of the moment kind of thing. Miguel was on top of you, caging you with his body. Almost crushing you with his weight. His thrusts had begun to become uneven, signalling he was close. His hands grew desperate, groping and squishing every inch of your body. Incoherent rambles and noises escaped your lips. Miguel’s breath became more ragged. 

He was needy, he needed you more than ever. Miguel loved talking to you while he fucked you. Sometimes, he would say sweet things. Others, he would try to make you remember who you belonged to. Not like you could ever forget. That night was one of those times. Miguel had told you how you were his, how he was going to  make everyone see. He was going to make you pregnant, so everyone could see in your growing belly that you were his, and he was yours. 

You rested your forehead against the nearest wall. Did he really mean it? You were hoping that he was. You wanted children, but did he? You knew about Gabby and how that affected Miguel. He had shown you the videos. Explained to you the consequences. Obviously, being from the same universe and you just being a mere civilian, the stakes weren’t as high. However, you also knew how harsh Miguel was on himself. How he saw the responsibility of being Spiderman. 

You had never talked in depth about what you wanted to do after marriage. Sure, you had joked about having little yous and little Miguels running around the house, but never serious. You lived in a good apartment, but it only had two bedrooms. One which was used as Miguel’s study, for when he had to do some work at home. 

Being pregnant meant a lot of changes. To your body, to your relationship. To your way of life. You started weeping. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you made no effort to clean them. You just let the emotions run through you, letting them out completely. You were so immersed in your thoughts you didn’t hear your friend coming back. 

You jumped back when she placed her hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey,” she whispered. “Everything is going to be fine.”

You just nodded, not trusting your voice. She handed you the bag. Peeking inside, you saw three pregnancy tests. This was it. The moment that would change the course of your life forever, or not. You had never been so anxious for a test. 

You dragged your feet to the bathroom, your friend trailing behind you. She waited outside while you took them. Once you were done, you placed them on the sink. You stared at them, terrified. You couldn’t decide what you wanted. Positive or negative? Either way, you knew you were going to be a crying mess. 

Thank god your friend was there to calm you down. You waited patiently. Those minutes felt like an eternity. 

Your timer went off, startling you. Okay, this was it. This result could change your life forever, or honestly? Crush you. You were so ready, you wanted this, despite the fact that you were also scared of how Miguel was going to react. 

Your friend pushed you forward slightly, urging you to go. You walked slowly, each step weighing more than the last. You closed your eyes on the last part, reaching the sink using your other senses. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. 

Slowly, you opened your eyes, peeking at the tests. Soon, you found out that it wasn’t the brightest idea. Two lines can easily look like one with your eyes barely open. You stared at the three tests, all reading the same. 

Positive. 

You were pregnant. Holy shit!

You turned around, clutching your stomach. Tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“I’m pregnant” you croaked out, a lump forming in your throat. 

Your friend smiled, and hugged you. You buried your face on her shoulder, embracing her tightly. 

“Are we happy?”

You nodded against her form. 

“Good. So there is nothing to worry about. Only maybe looking for a new apartment. Or making this one work, for now.”

You chuckled, pulling back and cleaning your tears with the back of your hands. 

“Yeah, well. And telling Miguel” you sniffed. 

“Pfft, girl please. That man is utterly madly in love with you. He would move heaven and Earth to be with you forever. Besides, he seems like the ‘I want to be a dad type’” she said.

Yeah. He was. Miguel loved being Gabby’s dad. But that was part of the issue, and your friend didn’t know that. 

“Yeah, I know” you mumbled, not sharing your thoughts. 

“So? Let’s celebrate!” she smiled at you, throwing her hands in the air. 

“Maybe later. I really want to tell Miguel and be with him now.”  you said, rubbing your arm. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! This is a big moment for the both of you.” she answered, taking your hands in hers and squeezing them. “Take your time, tell me how it goes later.”

“Thank you.” you beamed at her. You really won the lottery with this friendship. 

You walked your friend to the door, kissed her goodbye and sent her on her way. Once you closed the door, you started crying again. Happy tears? Who knows. You were overcome with emotions, but the most prominent one was anxiousness. You really wanted to talk to Miguel. Tell him how much this meant for you, and hope for the best. 

You decided that it was best to take this to his territory, the society. It had been a while since you had been there, and you missed it. Besides, you felt that if Miguel needed some time, it would be easier for you to split. If you had called him and forced him to come home, and then he decided to leave, that would break your heart. 

Plus, you also thought that it would be a good idea to take something. Probably food. But first, you had to shower. While cleaning yourself, you decided to make him empanadas from scratch. You had the ingredients at home, you had done it before, and if everything went right, they would be ready by lunch time. Perfect. 

Excitedly, you got to work. Once they were ready, you changed into a nice dress, applied some make up and braced yourself for the talk that was coming.

The building of the Society never failed to amaze you. The whole city of Nueva York was beautiful, but that one had something else. You walked into the building passing like a million Spider-men? Spider-women? Spider-things? You don’t know. At the start of your relationship you would ask for everything. Name, story, universe, whatever you could think of. Miguel never refused, because he trusted you. But after the hundredth Peter Parker, you gave up. Thank god Miguel had Lyla, otherwise he would go crazy.

One of the other perks of being with the boss was that he had adapted part of the building for you. It was initially thought of as a place for Spider people, so there wasn’t really a need for stairs and even floors to walk on. There wasn’t really a ‘correct’ way to walk here. Ceiling? Fine. Walls? Fine. They all probably thought the floor was boring. Which it was, you can’t say you weren’t jealous watching all of them swing around and stick to shit like it was nothing. 

You were grateful for the distraction. 

Each step towards Miguel’s lab was exhausting. Fear crawled its way into your bones. Your hands carrying the boxes of food began to shake, despite the many attempts to stop them. Spider people passed by you, some familiar. They all stared at you, the ones that knew you greeted you. Thankfully, none commented on why you were there, or why you looked so anxious. You could feel beads of sweat running down your neck.

You reached the doors to Miguel’s lab. Closed. Typical. You cleared your throat. It didn’t matter how many times you did it, but talking to thin air while speaking to Lyla without seeing her was mind blowing, and also, a little embarrassing. 

“Umm… Lyla?” you asked, looking around. Where are you supposed to look when talking to an AI that is everywhere?

“Oh hi!” Lyla greeted you, appearing right in front of your face. “What brings you here?”

“Just bringing Miguel some food” you showed her the containers on your hand. 

“Great! He is grumpy as always. This for sure will cheer him up.” She smiled at you, opening the door to the lab.

“He isn’t grumpy.” you defended your boyfriend. “Maybe he has reasons to be so angry around here. He is a big teddy bear.”

Lyla laughed at that. “Oh, don’t make me laugh” she said, cleaning a fake tear from the corner of her eye. “But if you do have embarrassing pictures of him, send them my way.”

“Lyla!” the sound of your boyfriend’s voice cut off your conversation. 

There he was, in his full glory. His platform descending, making him look like a God. Which he was, in your books at least. 

You hurried forward, not even waiting for the platform to reach the bottom.

“Hola mi vida” Miguel smiled at you. 

You jumped on the platform, placing the boxes on the desk before hugging Miguel.

“Someone is excited,” Miguel commented, hugging you back and chuckling. 

“How could I not?” you said, looking up at him. “I have the best boyfriend in the world. Despite the fact he leaves me in a cold bed” you pouted. 

“Mmm.. if I remember correctly, you knew exactly what you were signing for.” he teased, bending down to peck your lips. 

You got into your tiptoes, helping him. You hummed into the kiss. “Yeah, maybe. I’m just so crazy about you.”

“I’m the crazy one.”

Just as you were about to kiss again, you heard a camera click. Miguel pulled back and whipped his head towards the sound. “Lyla!” 

The AI disappeared in a fit of laughter. You giggled too.

“I’m not going to hear the end of this.” Miguel mumbled, peeling himself off of you. “What brings you here anyway?”

The question took you back to reality. You weren’t there just for fun. You had something important to say. 

“I– umm” you began. “I brought you empanadas!” you turned around and picked the boxes quickly, almost dropping them. 

“What did you do?” Miguel asked, hands on his hips. He smirked. 

“Nothing!”

“Mmm..” Miguel eyed you, but took the boxes nonetheless. He opened the first one and smelled it. “This smells so good. Gracias beba.” He pecked your forehead quickly, before putting the first empanada in his mouth. 

“So…” you began. “What are you doing?” 

“Besides the usual, you mean?” Miguel asked. He arched his brow.

“Yeah!”

He finished the rest of the empanada before setting the box down. 

“Okay, you are acting weird. What’s wrong?” his whole attention on you know. His sharp, red eyes staring at you.

“What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.” you lied. You couldn’t tell him, not now. 

“Yeah, and I’m the funniest Spider-man” he said sarcastically. 

You bit your lip. Your hands were sweaty. You could feel tears forming in your eyes, blurring your sight. 

“I–” you swallowed heavily. “I– I can’t, I can’t say it.” You shut your eyes, tears spilling out. 

“Shh mi amor. Why are you crying?”

Miguel cradled your face, wiping the tears of your cheek. 

“Look at me beba. I hate seeing you cry”

You opened your eyes slowly. You were met by Miguel’s loving gaze. You cried harder. Miguel pulled you into a hug. You buried your face into his chest while he rubbed your back. 

“Shh it’s okay. Whatever it is, we will work it out together. Like we always do.”

You shook your head. 

“No?” He asked. “Why? Please tell me.”

You could hear the worry in his voice. You hated it. But you were also terrified of him leaving you. 

“I’m scared,” you confessed. 

“Of me?” Miguel said, barely above a whisper. 

You looked up quickly, seeing his hurt face. 

“No no, I could never be scared of you” you placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you more than anything.”

He nuzzled against it, kissing your open palm.

“So tell me.”

You stared at his face for a while, seeing how soft he looked at that moment. You couldn’t grasp how someone could be scared of him. Curse you for using that word. You knew how much that affected him. How he viewed himself. You trailed his features with your eyes, burning in your memory how he looked. If this was the last time… you wanted to remember everything. 

You stepped back, detaching yourself from Miguel. You took a deep breath, calming down. 

“I’m–” you began, your voice wobbly. “I’m pregnant.”

Everything stopped. Miguel took a step back, staring at you with wide eyes. 

The air in the lab grew thicker. That, or you were hyperventilating. It was harder to breathe. Every passing second Miguel didn’t answer, a million thoughts ran through your head. 

That’s it. He was going to shout at you and tell you to leave. 

No! He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t be mean. Don’t think like everyone did. You know Miguel, the real Miguel. The man who cares. The man who despite being angry at you, found the time to make sure you are okay. Miguel, who made you meals and did things he didn’t like because of you. 

He could not want children, but he would never leave you stranded. Fencing by yourself. 

“You–” Miguel began, breaking the silence. “You are pregnant?”

You bit your lip, and nodded. You couldn’t trust your voice. 

Miguel stumbled back, crashing into his desk. He rested against it, rubbing his face. 

“Miguel?” you said quietly. “Please say something.”

A minute passed. 

Nothing. 

Sadness bubbled inside of you. You were crying again. You felt like you were about to lose the love of your life. Trying to make things better, you started to ramble. 

“It’s just–” your voice broke, sobs escaping your mouth. “I know how hard it was for you with Gabby. How much she meant to you. And, I want this baby, I really do!” you cried, doing your best effort to stare at his face while talking. “And– and, I don’t know what you want. I don’t– I can’t live without you. I want you and this” you placed your hand in your belly. “I want to be a family, with you. But I– I’m scared” you sobbed, looking down. 

You heard Miguel walk towards you, and then his fingers under your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. “Mi amor” he whispers. “No llores más mama.” 

The gentleness of his voice made you sob harder. Miguel grabbed the sides of your face with both his hands, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. He caressed your cheeks, before kissing your forehead, then your closed eyes. Your nose, both your cheeks. Finally, he pulled you forward slightly, your chest colliding with his, his lips smashing against yours. 

The kiss was full of love. You knew what Miguel felt without him even uttering a word. You placed your hands on his chest, deepening the kiss. You didn’t want to let go, you wanted to stay right there. Safe in his arms. 

Miguel pulled back, reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. For a moment, all that was heard was your and Miguel’s breathing. He was warm and cozy, making you sleepy. He pecked your forehead again, before giving you a hug, placing your head in his chest, where his heart rested. One of his hands was cradling the back of your head, while the other rubbed your back. You wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“I love you, you know that right?” He broke the silence.

You hummed, your eyes closed, enjoying the even thump of Miguel’s beating heart. 

Miguel chuckled, making you groan as his body shook. He stepped back, escaping from your embrace. You were about to protest at the loss of contact, until you felt him grab your sides. You opened your eyes, seeing Miguel on his knees in front of you. He was looking up at you, eyes full of love and warmth. 

His face broke in a smile, showing the wrinkles around his eyes that you love. Miguel kissed your stomach over your shirt, still looking at you, and placed his chin there. He engulfed you in an embrace again. 

“Vamos a ser papás.”

You smiled, tears forming in your eyes again. “Yeah we are.” you brushed his hair out of his face, running your hands through his curls. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” he said. He looked at your stomach and whispered. “And I love you too, mi amorcito.” He kissed your belly again, before resting his cheek against it, slumping against you. “I’m sorry I took so long to answer. I was just– processing what it meant.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair. 

“I’m a father again.”

“Yes you are” you smiled down at him.

“Los amo”

“We love you.”

You don’t know how long you spent like that. Miguel sitting on the floor, resting on your stomach while you ran your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. But you wouldn’t change it for anything.

✧ : ̗̀➛𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙖𝙤3

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2

𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!!! 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕!.

𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 (𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆). 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘!!! 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 🥺🥺. 𝑴𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒆.

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ.

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙!! 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘! 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚!!! 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝐵𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒!! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦

[oharaslove]

Posting Schedule

So, this is for me to force myself to write and for you to know (if you are interested). Which probably no one is, but whatever.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Changes (Blurb) - POSTED!!

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

No one knows you and Miguel are dating. They could never imagine it. BUT, they start noticing weird changes in Miguel's lab that suggest he doesn't spend so much time alone as they initially think. Basically, Jess, Peter B and maybe the Spider Gang, noticing some things laying around that appeared gradually in Miguel's lab. It's from their point of view. Plus, I'm also adding Miggy's POV

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cold (One-Shot) - Wednesday, 30th of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

summary: Many people in the spider society see you as cold, mainly because they don't know you well. What happens when Miguel notices how much this view of yourself affects you?

Symbols and Meanings

Fluff: ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 Smut: ୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ Angst: ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 Hurt/Comfort: ૮ ˶︶^︶˶ ა🧸🐇<3

[oharaslove]

҉ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨

The Other Spider’s POV

Jess would always pop into Miguel’s office from time to time to one: check on him, despite him always saying he was fine, and two, to check how everything was going, with the Multiverse, the other spiders, missions etc. 

All the meetings went around the same. She would start talking, and Miguel would grunt or answer shortly. Though, as time went by, he began appearing happier? Well, maybe that wasn’t the word, but there was a shift. Jess could put her finger in it, but she was keeping a close eye on her friend. 

Despite that, it came as a surprise when once, in one of those usual meetups, she found a cushion sitting on Miguel’s desk. “What 's this?” she had asked, picking up the pillow and examining it. “Nothing.” he had answered, barely looking her in the eye. “You know, if you need some rest, a bed is better than your desk.” “Whatever.”

She left the conversation at that, but from the looks of it, the pillow meant more than Miguel had let her know. As she suspected, some days later, when she was stepping up to Miguel’s platform, she almost stumbled with a box. Said box contained the pillow she had found, but also a blanket. Way too cute for Miguel. 

Jess smirked, “So, what was it? Do you need to rest or do you sneak someone here when we aren’t watching?” “I don’t know what you are talking a–” Miguel began answering as he turned around, but he was cut short when he looked at what Jess had at her feet. Miguel cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, really. Just some things that remind me of… Gabi! Yes, Gabi!” Miguel finished his sentence and turned around quickly, hiding his expression from her. “Mmm, okay. Let’s pretend I believe you. Just, maybe keep this under the desk if you don’t want people to find out.” She stated, gently pushing the box under Miguel’s desk with her foot. 

“I’m happy for you, you know?” She said, as she was about to leave the office. “There’s nothing to be happy about.” Miguel answered. “There sure isn’t”. And so, Jess left the office with a hint of someone making its way to Miguel’s cold heart.

Peter B was carrying Mayday, as usual. It didn’t matter how many times Miguel had asked him to leave her out of this. He wouldn’t get it. He needed to take care of his little girl. (Author note: do I resent Peter B a little for shoving Mayday down Miguel’s throat when HE WAS FUCKING THERE, when Mig lost Gabby? A little)

He swung into the office like it was his. “Miguel! My man. How are you doing?” “Peter,” Miguel growled. “How’s everything going?” Peter asked, looking around the office. “Oh sweet! You got a couch!” He swung towards it and slumped against it. “This is nice. Good decoration, I always said this office needed more things. It’s always so… dark.” “That’s not–” “Do you even use it? Why is it here?” “Yes! I use it.” Miguel stated, cold as usual. “I can barely fit in.” Peter answered, laying down on the couch, stretching as far as he could with Mayday on his chest. “How do you?” he asked. “I sit.” “Fair”

Weeks later, when Peter B. entered the lab again, a new couch was sitting there. “Oh now you can fit in here. Useful for power naps” “I don’t do power naps” “Then, why change the couch?” “Not your business” “Jeez, okay… Mayday no!”

Mayday had jumped from her father’s arms and swung onto Miguel’s platform. She had stuck on the side of it, and curiously began opening drawers. 

Before Miguel or Peter could stop her, she pulled out a chocolate bar from the top drawer. “Mayday, give me that!” Peter B. caught up to her and took her in his arms, snatching the bar out of her baby grip. “You can’t eat this–” he took a peek into Miguel’s drawer and saw all the other snacks laying around. “Woo, what’s all this?” Miguel didn’t answer, he just closed the drawer fast and continued with his work. 

Mayday was strangely looking up, giggling to herself and waving. Peter B. tried to follow her gaze, but nothing caught his eye. 

Little did they know, there was another Spider looking from above. 

Miguel’s POV

The things began appearing not because you took them to his space, but because Miguel ✧cared✧. 

He noticed how you liked sitting on his desk while visiting. At first, he thought it was because of the lack of another chair, so he got one. 

Despite the new sitting arrangement, the desk was still your preferred spot. You even fell asleep there sometimes. Given the new information, Miguel decided to keep the chair, but he wanted to surprise you. So before your usual (not scheduled, but he remembered when you liked to pop up) time of arrival, he placed the cushion on your regular spot. 

Later, Miguel’s heart couldn’t help but clench seeing your sleepy form. He didn’t know if you were actually cold or you just liked sleeping like that. But seeing you sleeping form curling on your self made him want to hug you and never let you go. So, one day the blanket appeared. You didn’t really need it, but once you were asleep, Miguel would always drape it over you. 

How could you sleep on the table? It was horrible. Miguel couldn’t quite understand. That, plus some thoughts he shouldn’t be having –like when you were asleep, he had an itch to caress your face with his hand, cup your cheek and give you a little kiss. Just a quick little peck in your forehead, puffed cheeks, nose, lips…– Anyway!

Clearly, your proximity was driving him insane. Thus, with the excuse or reason (to convince himself) of getting you more comfortable (and out of his space, even if deep down, he really didn’t care), the couch appeared. 

At first, you refused to take it, no matter how Miguel practically begged you to use it. He needed you to. He was losing his self control. Your scent linger everywhere, despite the fact you had left hours prior. Your voice calmed him down, something he thought was impossible. And, worse of it all, your rhythmic breathing when you were asleep lulled him to do the same. He wanted to curl beside you, pull you close and rest his eyes and mind for hours. Just with you by his side. 

Miguel knew you were probably better off without him. But, he was selfish. Thus, he was going to step back a little, but not let you go entirely. The discussion continued for probably half an hour, until Miguel gave in and you won. How could you not? Miguel folds like a fucking lawn chair just looking at your eyes and I’ll defend this with my life. 

So, he ends up letting you fall asleep at your usual spot, before carrying you bridal style to the couch. Lyla teased him about it, but he brushed it off. He was pushing his feelings down, scared of them bursting out every time you were near him. The folder Lyla created with pictures she took of both of you didn’t help. Miguel had stumbled upon it by mistake, and he would love to say he deleted it or ignored it. But, that wasn’t the case…

After a while… you realised what Miguel was doing. So, you began pretending to fall asleep on the table, and then, when he began carrying you to the couch, you would use what Miguel calls your power of persuasion, to make him lay there with you. He resisted at first, he really did. 

Though, one evening, you were really sleepy. Your eyes closed from time to time, but you didn’t want to fall asleep, Miguel could tell. He whispered to you that it was okay, that you could sleep. But, you answered that you wanted to be close to him, that you knew that once you were in the dream realm, he was going to take you to the couch. You pouted at him, telling him how the couch was cold without him. Miguel felt a sudden urge to tell you the real reason why he had to “push” you away, but he got scared. Luckily, you took the leap of faith. Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you, your lips smashing against his. Needless to say, that was the first day Miguel slept next to you. Uncomfortably, but warm to his heart. 

Obviously, you begging Miguel to sleep with you became a habit. Miguel didn’t always give in (his heart wanted to, but his brain was telling him that the multiverse needed his attention). But, let’s say twice or thrice a week, Miguel would find himself beside you, laying on the couch. Your head in his chest, his cheek resting on top of it, while he played with your hair. Because of this, the second, bigger, couch appeared. 

Lastly, you began spending more and more time with Miguel. That meant, you became hungry and thirsty as hours went by. Miguel knew how much you hated going to the cafeteria, lots of people, waaay too many. So, that’s how the snack drawer came to be. He learnt what your favourite foods, snacks and drinks were, and kept them on easy access, where you didn’t need to leave the comfort of his office. For your benefit, and for his. 

THE END

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I just thought this would be cute. From someone whose love language is nor physical touch nor words of affirmation, I feel like doing those things, showing you care matters too. Some people don't understand it, but fuck them.

[oharaslove]

҉ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨

The Other Spider’s POV

Jess would always pop into Miguel’s office from time to time to one: check on him, despite him always saying he was fine, and two, to check how everything was going, with the Multiverse, the other spiders, missions etc. 

All the meetings went around the same. She would start talking, and Miguel would grunt or answer shortly. Though, as time went by, he began appearing happier? Well, maybe that wasn’t the word, but there was a shift. Jess couldn't put her finger around it, but she was keeping a close eye on her friend. 

Despite that, it came as a surprise when once, in one of those usual meetups, she found a cushion sitting on Miguel’s desk. “What 's this?” she had asked, picking up the pillow and examining it. “Nothing.” he had answered, barely looking her in the eye. “You know, if you need some rest, a bed is better than your desk.” “Whatever.”

She left the conversation at that, but from the looks of it, the pillow meant more than Miguel had let her know. As she suspected, some days later, when she was stepping up to Miguel’s platform, she almost stumbled with a box. Said box contained the pillow she had found, but also a blanket. Way too cute for Miguel. 

Jess smirked, “So, what was it? Do you need to rest or do you sneak someone here when we aren’t watching?” “I don’t know what you are talking a–” Miguel began answering as he turned around, but he was cut short when he looked at what Jess had at her feet. Miguel cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, really. Just some things that remind me of… Gabi! Yes, Gabi!” Miguel finished his sentence and turned around quickly, hiding his expression from her. “Mmm, okay. Let’s pretend I believe you. Just, maybe keep this under the desk if you don’t want people to find out.” She stated, gently pushing the box under Miguel’s desk with her foot. 

“I’m happy for you, you know?” She said, as she was about to leave the office. “There’s nothing to be happy about.” Miguel answered. “There sure isn’t”. And so, Jess left the office with a hint of someone making its way to Miguel’s cold heart.

Peter B was carrying Mayday, as usual. It didn’t matter how many times Miguel had asked him to leave her out of this. He wouldn’t get it. He needed to take care of his little girl. (Author note: do I resent Peter B a little for shoving Mayday down Miguel’s throat when HE WAS FUCKING THERE, when Mig lost Gabby? A little)

He swung into the office like it was his. “Miguel! My man. How are you doing?” “Peter,” Miguel growled. “How’s everything going?” Peter asked, looking around the office. “Oh sweet! You got a couch!” He swung towards it and slumped against it. “This is nice. Good decoration, I always said this office needed more things. It’s always so… dark.” “That’s not–” “Do you even use it? Why is it here?” “Yes! I use it.” Miguel stated, cold as usual. “I can barely fit in.” Peter answered, laying down on the couch, stretching as far as he could with Mayday on his chest. “How do you?” he asked. “I sit.” “Fair”

Weeks later, when Peter B. entered the lab again, a new couch was sitting there. “Oh now you can fit in here. Useful for power naps” “I don’t do power naps” “Then, why change the couch?” “Not your business” “Jeez, okay… Mayday no!”

Mayday had jumped from her father’s arms and swung onto Miguel’s platform. She had stuck on the side of it, and curiously began opening drawers. 

Before Miguel or Peter could stop her, she pulled out a chocolate bar from the top drawer. “Mayday, give me that!” Peter B. caught up to her and took her in his arms, snatching the bar out of her baby grip. “You can’t eat this–” he took a peek into Miguel’s drawer and saw all the other snacks laying around. “Woo, what’s all this?” Miguel didn’t answer, he just closed the drawer fast and continued with his work. 

Mayday was strangely looking up, giggling to herself and waving. Peter B. tried to follow her gaze, but nothing caught his eye. 

Little did they know, there was another Spider looking from above. 

Miguel’s POV

The things began appearing not because you took them to his space, but because Miguel ✧cared✧. 

He noticed how you liked sitting on his desk while visiting. At first, he thought it was because of the lack of another chair, so he got one. 

Despite the new sitting arrangement, the desk was still your preferred spot. You even fell asleep there sometimes. Given the new information, Miguel decided to keep the chair, but he wanted to surprise you. So before your usual (not scheduled, but he remembered when you liked to pop up) time of arrival, he placed the cushion on your regular spot. 

Later, Miguel’s heart couldn’t help but clench seeing your sleepy form. He didn’t know if you were actually cold or you just liked sleeping like that. But seeing you sleeping form curling on your self made him want to hug you and never let you go. So, one day the blanket appeared. You didn’t really need it, but once you were asleep, Miguel would always drape it over you. 

How could you sleep on the table? It was horrible. Miguel couldn’t quite understand. That, plus some thoughts he shouldn’t be having –like when you were asleep, he had an itch to caress your face with his hand, cup your cheek and give you a little kiss. Just a quick little peck in your forehead, puffed cheeks, nose, lips…– Anyway!

Clearly, your proximity was driving him insane. Thus, with the excuse or reason (to convince himself) of getting you more comfortable (and out of his space, even if deep down, he really didn’t care), the couch appeared. 

At first, you refused to take it, no matter how Miguel practically begged you to use it. He needed you to. He was losing his self control. Your scent linger everywhere, despite the fact you had left hours prior. Your voice calmed him down, something he thought was impossible. And, worse of it all, your rhythmic breathing when you were asleep lulled him to do the same. He wanted to curl beside you, pull you close and rest his eyes and mind for hours. Just with you by his side. 

Miguel knew you were probably better off without him. But, he was selfish. Thus, he was going to step back a little, but not let you go entirely. The discussion continued for probably half an hour, until Miguel gave in and you won. How could you not? Miguel folds like a fucking lawn chair just looking at your eyes and I’ll defend this with my life. 

So, he ends up letting you fall asleep at your usual spot, before carrying you bridal style to the couch. Lyla teased him about it, but he brushed it off. He was pushing his feelings down, scared of them bursting out every time you were near him. The folder Lyla created with pictures she took of both of you didn’t help. Miguel had stumbled upon it by mistake, and he would love to say he deleted it or ignored it. But, that wasn’t the case…

After a while… you realised what Miguel was doing. So, you began pretending to fall asleep on the table, and then, when he began carrying you to the couch, you would use what Miguel calls your power of persuasion, to make him lay there with you. He resisted at first, he really did. 

Though, one evening, you were really sleepy. Your eyes closed from time to time, but you didn’t want to fall asleep, Miguel could tell. He whispered to you that it was okay, that you could sleep. But, you answered that you wanted to be close to him, that you knew that once you were in the dream realm, he was going to take you to the couch. You pouted at him, telling him how the couch was cold without him. Miguel felt a sudden urge to tell you the real reason why he had to “push” you away, but he got scared. Luckily, you took the leap of faith. Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you, your lips smashing against his. Needless to say, that was the first day Miguel slept next to you. Uncomfortably, but warm to his heart. 

Obviously, you begging Miguel to sleep with you became a habit. Miguel didn’t always give in (his heart wanted to, but his brain was telling him that the multiverse needed his attention). But, let’s say twice or thrice a week, Miguel would find himself beside you, laying on the couch. Your head in his chest, his cheek resting on top of it, while he played with your hair. Because of this, the second, bigger, couch appeared. 

Lastly, you began spending more and more time with Miguel. That meant, you became hungry and thirsty as hours went by. Miguel knew how much you hated going to the cafeteria, lots of people, waaay too many. So, that’s how the snack drawer came to be. He learnt what your favourite foods, snacks and drinks were, and kept them on easy access, where you didn’t need to leave the comfort of his office. For your benefit, and for his. 

THE END

: ̗̀➛ masterlist : ̗̀➛ ao3

I just thought this would be cute. From someone whose love language is nor physical touch nor words of affirmation, I feel like doing those things, showing you care matters too. Some people don't understand it, but fuck them.

[oharaslove]

TODAY!!!!

Posting Schedule

So, this is for me to force myself to write and for you to know (if you are interested). Which probably no one is, but whatever.

Masterlist - AO3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Changes (Blurb) - TODAY!!!

Wednesday, 23rd of April 21:00 (9 p.m) CEST time!

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

No one knows you and Miguel are dating. They could never imagine it. BUT, they start noticing weird changes in Miguel's lab that suggest he doesn't spend so much time alone as they initially think. Basically, Jess, Peter B and maybe the Spider Gang, noticing some things laying around that appeared gradually in Miguel's lab. It's from their point of view. Plus, I'm also adding Miggy's POV

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cold (One-Shot) - Wednesday, 30th of April

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

summary: Many people in the spider society see you as cold, mainly because they don't know you well. What happens when Miguel notices how much this view of yourself affects you?

Symbols and Meanings

Fluff: ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 Smut: ୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ Angst: ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 Hurt/Comfort: ૮ ˶︶^︶˶ ა🧸🐇<3

[oharaslove]

DAMN, just DAMN

Girl, how did you know I'm ovulating??? Haahaha

This was so hot

⏦⠀˚⠀♡⠀⠀freaky with nerd!miguel in the bus⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀18+⠀﹚

college field trips are interesting.

a simple field trip for one of your classes. sure, it was nice to go somewhere and be out of your dorm but what you really liked was riding the bus with your cute nerdy boyfriend miguel.

poor thing can barely fit in the seat since they are a bit cramped and the man is literally made of pure muscle and is 6’9. you feel bad for him but try to cheer him up throughout the ride. babble about whatever gossip you have while playing with his big ass hands, tracing your fingers among his calloused palms, knowing it was giving him goosebumps. play with his hair, fingers twirling a soft brown curl. wear his thick black rimmed glasses sometimes and mimic him by acting nerdy, making him roll his eyes from embarrassment. take a few cute selfies, make goofy faces that will forever be saved on your phone and possibly a new lockscreen. cuddle with him, his strong muscular arms wrapped around you as your head lays on his broad chest, relishing your time together.

the field trip was pretty quick honestly. you and miguel are surprised to be the first ones done and to come back. the bus is entirely empty, including the driver. with his hand in yours, you lure miguel to the back of the bus and sit in furthest seat.

“that was so quick. were we too fast?” you ask with furrowed brows, resting your legs in his lap.

“no, people are too slow.” one of his hands caress your calf, sending shivers down your spine. his touch always ignites your body. you can’t help it, his hands are just so… big and veiny.

“or maybe my boyfriend is way too smart and was able to get through everything quick.” you tease by slightly tugging on the collar of his shirt. god, you love him in black.

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes as he feels slight heat in his cheeks. “cállete…” your praising never fails to have an effect on him, sends a shiver down his spine. a pleasant shiver.

a smug smirk graces your lips as your fingers lightly trace his jawline. “mi miguelito… so smart… and strong… qué guapo…”

you can’t help but salivate over your handsome nerdy boyfriend. how fucking sexy he looks in that tight black shirt. the outlines of his muscles are so prominent. so damn tight it’s almost a compression shirt. how the sleeves make his biceps bulge so deliciously that you wanna bite and squeeze them. those fucking gray sweatpants miguel knows you love because you can see the imprint of his dick. the motherfucker knew what he was doing by wearing them today for this field trip. miguel knows it drives you crazy. not to mention a little sneak peek of his happy trail.

yep, you’re ovulating.

the throbbing of your clit and the fucking pool in your panties are evidence. like mentioned before, you can’t help it that your boyfriend is the most handsome man ever. the heat radiating inside you was killing you because all you want is to pounce on him and make him take you right then and there.

miguel, on the other hand, is practically the same. that nickname you call him makes him weak. especially in that sweet, seductive voice that makes his cock twitch shamelessly in his sweats. despite being a fucking giant, he crumbles onto his knees for you.

the throbbing was becoming unbearable and you couldn’t take it anymore. you need him, you need him so fucking bad. so, fuck it. you swiftly straddle yourself in his lap, cup his cheeks, and smash your lips on his. miguel lets out a muffed groan of surprise but ultimately goes under your spell and reciprocates. those calloused hands instinctively grabbing your waist as his lips meet yours in a desperate kiss. hands roaming each other’s bodies. your fingers digging into those soft chocolate locks, earning a heavenly groan from him. you can feel his erection pressed against your clothed pussy and instinctively grind on it, earning another groan.

“w-wait- we shouldn’t-” miguel mutters in between kisses, brows furrowed. “s-someone could walk in.”

“we finished super early.” you kiss his worries away. “besides, people are too slow.” you recite his own words with a smirk.

miguel groans at that. he is worried someone could walk in on you both. the last thing he wants is getting caught for having sex in the back of the bus but seeing how needy you are for him makes him throw all that shit out the window. he can never resist you.

the makeout session grows more intensely hot. both your cores throbbing with want and desperation.

“i need you, miguel…”

his cock twitches at your neediness. “joder…”

you’re the death of him.

luckily and shockingly, miguel carried a condom in his pocket and you yank it out from it. the motherfucker was carrying it this whole time? oh the sneaky little shit. don’t worry, he’s about to lose all his brain cells in a second. miguel tears it open while your hands eagerly wip out his cock from the confinements of his sweats and slip on the condom over his thick length as his hands lifts the hem of your skirt and slide your panties to the side.

a shared moan mingles in the air as you slowly sink down his cock. no matter how many times you’ve taken him, the stretch always gets you. once you bottom out and have a few moments of adjustment, you start bouncing on him. unable to resist the desperation any longer. ovulation was really bad this time.

a symphony of moans fall from you lips as miguel’s cock pounds into your tight gushing pussy. the bulbous tip repeatedly kissing your cervix so perfectly. you can feel him in your womb. the little bulge in your belly was enough proof. his large hands guide your hips up and down his thick length as you grip onto his bulky shoulders for dear life and tip your head back.

“oh miguel~”

“i know, bebita…” he moans when you clench around him, causing his head to throw back and tighten his grip on your hips.

each clench of your tight pussy and those pretty sounds of yours drive miguel fucking crazy. pounding into that sweet tightness like there’s no tomorrow just hear more of those cute sounds, knowing he is the cause of them. it makes his mind go haywire.

the bus is filled with nasty ass sounds. skin slapping, the gushing of your wet pussy getting pounded by miguel’s cock, your pretty moans and his heavenly groans.

miguel’s cock continues plowing into you as you lean back against the seat behind you. gripping onto the edge and arching your spine, offering your tits to his hungry gaze. letting out a moan when miguel’s hands leave your hips to grope your tits through your top. playing and squeezing the squishy mounds in his calloused palms as he pounds into your tight heat.

“s-so fucking tight.”

“miguel~ ah, ah, right there~” your back aches when his tip hits that sweet spot inside so perfectly.

bringing down one hand from your tit, he places it on your lower abdomen. feeling the tiny bump through your clothes as his cock pumps into you before lightly pressing down on it, earning a gasp from you which makes him chuckle.

“there, bebita?~” a smirk forms on his lips as he moves his hand in small circles, chuckling at the way your body squirms and the cute whines falling from your lips. “so sensitive- fuck-”

his attention returns to your jiggling tits and leans forward to bury his face in your cleavage. instinctively, your fingers dig into those soft brown locks while moaning at the overwhelming pleasure miguel is providing with his cock and mouth. his lips leaving wet kisses on your soft skin before sliding his tongue among the round surface of your breasts. groaning when you tighten your grip on his hair. that familiar warm sensation in your lower abdomen develops and approaches quickly with each thrust of his cock. with a few more pumps and flicks to your clit, you both finally come. you gushing around him and miguel spurting his thick seed into the condom. a little disappointed he didn’t come inside you like you wanted but protection comes first.

with his hands, miguel guides you back to lay on his chest as you both recover from your highs. heavy breathing echoing in the small portion of the bus. his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms as comfort. softly humming at the sensation. after recovering from mind-blowing bus sex, miguel carefully lifts you off his softened cock and removes the used the condom.

“throw it out.”

miguel looks at you with wide confused eyes. “outside? estas loca? people are gonna see it!”

“would you rather let them see it in here?” you arch a brow.

his expression falls flat, grumbling before lowering down the window and tossing the gross ass used rubber outside.

“if people see it, it’s your fault.” he scowls.

you shrug nonchalantly while adjusting his glasses that were about to fall off his handsome face. “oh well.”

thankfully, the rest of the class returns. peter and mj, your closest friends and another couple, join you and miguel in the back sitting in the seat across from you guys. although you and miguel had some recovery time, they notice your still slightly flustered faces.

“you guys okay?” peter asks concerningly.

“yep, just hot from the bright ass sun.” you lie but play it off effortlessly. it was actually hot though.

“oh yeah. literally the worst day to go on a field trip. why the hell would they do that?” peter starts complaining and mj joins in, indulging in their own conversation.

while on the ride back to campus, you and miguel are cuddling in silence until he decides to speak.

“you were ovulating, weren’t you?” he whispers.

you let out a snort. “yep, couldn’t help it, especially with your handsome nerdy ass but i always want you.”

he scoffs, holding you tighter. “loca.”

“honestly, we could’ve made a baby if we didn’t use a condom.”

“oh por dios- can we get our degrees first?”

even though he fucked your brains out, mainly his own, you love making him shy with your unhinged demeanor.

just love your cute nerdy boyfriend.

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[oharaslove]

Hi there! Thank you so much for doing my request! It was amazing! I loved it so much, I cried of joy by the end! I was wondering if you can do another one for me. A sequel to the las one where Miguel and his girlfriend go for the first ultrasound for their baby and Miguel learns that their going to have twins!

𝐇𝐢!!! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭!! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐲. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

𝐓𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!!

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬!!!

Summary: After discovering you were pregnant and telling Miguel, you go to check how your baby is going. And the ultrasound shows... Word count: 1.8 k Tags: Miguel O'hara x Fem!Reader, Latina!Reader, Miguel is Spiderman2099, Reader is a Civilian. Pregnancy Warnings: None! Complete Fluff

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙖𝙤3 ✧

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2

𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

To say Miguel was over the moon was an understatement. 

The minute you told him you were pregnant his brain short-circuited. Honestly, he wanted to punch himself for making you doubt he would abandon you and the baby. But that’s the past. 

You now know Miguel will stay forever and accompany you in the journey. He was even thinking of proposing to you, but that would have to wait until the baby is born. Besides, he also needed to keep other promises, like taking even more time off work. You could do with only the nights, but he wanted to be there for the baby and for you, so he needed to do more. Miguel had to let his walls come down and let others take control. Otherwise, your child would grow without a present father, and he would kill himself before letting that happen. 

On that note, today Miguel left Jess in charge to take you to your first ultrasound. He was so excited to see your baby for the first time. He never got to see this part of having children, having stepped up on Gabby’s life when she was already a little girl. 

Usually, if Miguel and you had to go somewhere, he would take you swinging. Surprisingly for him, you seemed to enjoy it. But, with the new circumstances, he wasn’t taking any chances. Miguel didn’t like cars, they were too small for his big frame, but he needed to be careful. Before the baby arrived he needed to buy a new one, he was going to spend more time than he would like inside that tin can anyway. 

“You know,” you began. “We could have come swinging. You know I don’t mind.”

“No.” Miguel answered, hunching over the wheel. “The baby could get hurt.”

“But you look so uncomfortable.” you pouted at him with your big puppy eyes. 

Miguel side eyed you, still having most of his attention on the road. “Don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t resist you mama.”

You giggled. “I know.”

You arrived at the hospital. Thankfully, Miguel found a parking spot really close, so you didn’t have to walk far. Not like you cared, you were at most 1 month pregnant. You barely felt different, or so you said. Miguel wanted to take care of you regardless. 

The obstetrician you were going to see was, apparently, one of the best. She had lots of good reviews and she was nice with her patients. Miguel’s leg shook up and down while sitting in the waiting room. He needed everything to be perfect, he didn’t know what could happen if it weren’t. 

Your hand made its way to his thigh, halting his movements. You squeezed his legs, making him turn his head towards you. You smiled up at him. 

“Everything will be fine.” you reassured him. 

His eyes soften. You always knew how to calm him down. 

“I know.” Miguel squeezed your hand in his leg before grabbing it and kissing your knuckles. “I know,” he sighed. 

“I love you.” you said. 

“Te amo.”

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Miguel hummed into it. 

Miguel pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m going to protect you until the end of my life. Both of you.”

At that moment, your names were announced by the receptionist, signalling you to enter the consulting room. Once inside, the OB made you the usual questions, before proceeding to get you ready to do the ultrasound. 

“Nervous?” she asked while applying the gel to your stomach.

“Yeah,” Miguel answered, grabbing your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“The gel is colder than I thought,” you said as a small laugh escaped your lips out of nervousness.  

“Well, here we go.” The O.B placed the transducer on your stomach. She moved it around trying to find the baby. 

Miguel and you looked expectantly at the screen waiting for something to appear. Miguel didn’t know what to look for though, so he just waited. 

“Aha!” the O.B exclaimed finally. “See that little blob,” she signalled the screen. “That’s your baby.”

“Oh my god,” you said, tears pricking your eyes. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah it looks—”

Her movements halted. She adjusted the glasses over her nose and got closer to the screen. 

“Oh” she let out. 

“Oh what?” Miguel said louder than he wanted to. He squeezed your hand harder. 

“Is it not okay?” you asked, your lip began to tremble, while tears were running down your cheeks. 

“Well,” the O.B turned to look at both of you. “Your babies are okay.”

“Babies?!” you questioned.

“You are having twins, congrats!”

Miguel saw you turn towards him from his peripheral. He was stunned, staring at the O.B not believing what had just left her mouth. 

“Miggy?” was all he heard before it all went black. 

“Miggy?” you said softly. Miguel could feel your fingers playing with his hair. 

“Mmm” 

Miguel stirred awake. Slowly opening his eyes he found your own staring down at him. 

“Hi” your face broke into a smile. Miguel mirrored you. 

“What happened?” he groaned while sitting up slowly. 

“You fainted.” Miguel could tell you were holding a giggle. 

Miguel rubbed his face with both his hands. 

“I had the weirdest dream.”

“Mmm?” you signalled him to continue.

“We were with the O.B and she told us we were having twins.”

At that, you let out the laugh you were holding. Miguel pulled his hands out of his face and stared at you. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to regain composure. 

“I’m sorry, I’m–” you continued laughing. 

Miguel rolled his eyes and looked around the room. It wasn’t your bedroom. It was a hospital room. Wait. 

That meant–

No. 

It couldn’t be. 

“It–” Miguel started. “It wasn’t a dream, wasn’t it?”

You bit your lip, stifling your laughter. You shook your head. Your eyes trailed down to your belly and you cupped it with your hands. 

“We are going to be four now Mig.”

Miguel bolted out of the bed. “We are getting a more professional opinion.” He grabbed your hand and led you out of the room, towards the car. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You are getting checked again.”

“I get that. But why?” you asked. “She has great credentials!”

“Well, I want a second opinion.” Miguel said, opening your car door and helping you in. 

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled. “You are unbelievable.”

Miguel shut the door and rushed to his side. He hunched on his seat and started the engine. 

“Where are we going?” you questioned. 

“To the society”

You laughed. “Really Mig? You are going to get me checked by a Spider?”

“Yeah. That baby is half spider. Or well, quarter. This O.B could have missed something.” Miguel explained.

“Babies” you corrected. 

“That’s what she thinks”

“You think you know more than the O.B?”

“No…” Miguel side eyed you. “I just want a second opinion.”

Miguel wanted to believe you were having two babies, but one was already a big change. He needed to be sure that the both of you… well, three of you were alright. Miguel was going to do everything in his power to ensure your safety, and if that meant having you checked twice or even thrice, then so be it. 

“You are adorable.” you commented on a red light.

Miguel turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. You giggled. Miguel loved that sound, he wished he could keep it with him forever. He wished your kids had it. Miguel hoped the baby babies were carbon copies of you. 

You grabbed the sides of his face and squished his cheeks. 

“I love you so much, mi vida.” you leaned forward and pecked his lips. “Despite your overprotectiveness and everything.”

Miguel pouted at you, making you kiss him again. You pulled back and pushed his face lightly to pay attention to the road again. 

As soon as you arrived at the Spider Society, Miguel rushed you towards the Spider doctors. He wasn’t wasting time. 

They set you up for the ultrasound as quickly as they could. Miguel didn’t mean to, but he for sure had a menacing look on his face. He could sense how scared the Spiders were of their boss. Good. As long as they did their job right and told him with absolute certainty that everything was fine and the amount of babies inside your womb, everything was going to be fine. 

The Spider O.B scanned your belly for a few seconds before making you look at the screen.

“There is the baby.”

“Is it okay?” Miguel asked quickly. 

“Everything looks normal. I would say you are 4 weeks along.”

“That’s what the other O.B also said.” you stated, looking at Miguel raising your eyebrows. 

Miguel stared back at you giving you an ‘so what’ kind of face, before turning to the Spider. 

“That’s it?”

“Uh…” the O.B hesitated. He moved the device around until he found what looked like another blob. “Yeah, there is a second baby. Congrats sir, you are having two healthy babies.”

“Great,” Miguel said monotonically, crossing his arms to appear more intimidating. Even though he was freaking out inside. “Leave us.”

The O.B rushed to give you some paper to clean the gel on your stomach and left. As soon as you two were alone, Miguel broke down. 

He rushed to your side as you were finishing cleaning yourself, and took your face in his huge hands. He pressed his forehead against your while tears streamed down his face. 

“We are– we are having twins.” he choked out. 

“Yes we are Miggy.” you sniffled, as you played with the curls on the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry I got you checked twice, I just–” Miguel breathed deeply, he felt like he was short of breath. 

“Shhh, I know. I know.” you said calmly, as your other hand ran down his chest, and stopped where his heart was. “You are the best father these two could ever ask for.”

Miguel pulled back so he could stare at your eyes. All he saw in them was absolute sincerity and love. He smiled through the tears and leaned forward, capturing your lips on his. You shared a passionate kiss until you both ran out of air. 

He leaned over the bed, ending at eye level with your stomach. He kissed your lower belly several times before saying “I’m going to protect you forever. Mis bebés.” He pressed his cheek against your belly, looking up at you. You were staring back at him. “I’m going to protect the three of you. Mi vida. Mi todo. Los amo.”

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙖𝙤3 ✧

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡!!! 🥹🥹 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 😭😭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!!!

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐨n. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 "𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲" 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬).

𝐁𝐮𝐭! 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 (𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐀𝐀 🥹🥹) 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 🤧🤧.𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑! 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

[oharaslove]

Hi there! Thank you so much for doing my request! It was amazing! I loved it so much, I cried of joy by the end! I was wondering if you can do another one for me. A sequel to the las one where Miguel and his girlfriend go for the first ultrasound for their baby and Miguel learns that their going to have twins!

𝐇𝐢!!! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭!! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐲. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

𝐓𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!!

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬!!!

Summary: After discovering you were pregnant and telling Miguel, you go to check how your baby is going. And the ultrasound shows... Word count: 1.8 k Tags: Miguel O'hara x Fem!Reader, Latina!Reader, Miguel is Spiderman2099, Reader is a Civilian. Pregnancy Warnings: None! Complete Fluff

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙖𝙤3 ✧

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2

𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

To say Miguel was over the moon was an understatement. 

The minute you told him you were pregnant his brain short-circuited. Honestly, he wanted to punch himself for making you doubt he would abandon you and the baby. But that’s the past. 

You now know Miguel will stay forever and accompany you in the journey. He was even thinking of proposing to you, but that would have to wait until the baby is born. Besides, he also needed to keep other promises, like taking even more time off work. You could do with only the nights, but he wanted to be there for the baby and for you, so he needed to do more. Miguel had to let his walls come down and let others take control. Otherwise, your child would grow without a present father, and he would kill himself before letting that happen. 

On that note, today Miguel left Jess in charge to take you to your first ultrasound. He was so excited to see your baby for the first time. He never got to see this part of having children, having stepped up on Gabby’s life when she was already a little girl. 

Usually, if Miguel and you had to go somewhere, he would take you swinging. Surprisingly for him, you seemed to enjoy it. But, with the new circumstances, he wasn’t taking any chances. Miguel didn’t like cars, they were too small for his big frame, but he needed to be careful. Before the baby arrived he needed to buy a new one, he was going to spend more time than he would like inside that tin can anyway. 

“You know,” you began. “We could have come swinging. You know I don’t mind.”

“No.” Miguel answered, hunching over the wheel. “The baby could get hurt.”

“But you look so uncomfortable.” you pouted at him with your big puppy eyes. 

Miguel side eyed you, still having most of his attention on the road. “Don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t resist you mama.”

You giggled. “I know.”

You arrived at the hospital. Thankfully, Miguel found a parking spot really close, so you didn’t have to walk far. Not like you cared, you were at most 1 month pregnant. You barely felt different, or so you said. Miguel wanted to take care of you regardless. 

The obstetrician you were going to see was, apparently, one of the best. She had lots of good reviews and she was nice with her patients. Miguel’s leg shook up and down while sitting in the waiting room. He needed everything to be perfect, he didn’t know what could happen if it weren’t. 

Your hand made its way to his thigh, halting his movements. You squeezed his legs, making him turn his head towards you. You smiled up at him. 

“Everything will be fine.” you reassured him. 

His eyes soften. You always knew how to calm him down. 

“I know.” Miguel squeezed your hand in his leg before grabbing it and kissing your knuckles. “I know,” he sighed. 

“I love you.” you said. 

“Te amo.”

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Miguel hummed into it. 

Miguel pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m going to protect you until the end of my life. Both of you.”

At that moment, your names were announced by the receptionist, signalling you to enter the consulting room. Once inside, the OB made you the usual questions, before proceeding to get you ready to do the ultrasound. 

“Nervous?” she asked while applying the gel to your stomach.

“Yeah,” Miguel answered, grabbing your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“The gel is colder than I thought,” you said as a small laugh escaped your lips out of nervousness.  

“Well, here we go.” The O.B placed the transducer on your stomach. She moved it around trying to find the baby. 

Miguel and you looked expectantly at the screen waiting for something to appear. Miguel didn’t know what to look for though, so he just waited. 

“Aha!” the O.B exclaimed finally. “See that little blob,” she signalled the screen. “That’s your baby.”

“Oh my god,” you said, tears pricking your eyes. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah it looks—”

Her movements halted. She adjusted the glasses over her nose and got closer to the screen. 

“Oh” she let out. 

“Oh what?” Miguel said louder than he wanted to. He squeezed your hand harder. 

“Is it not okay?” you asked, your lip began to tremble, while tears were running down your cheeks. 

“Well,” the O.B turned to look at both of you. “Your babies are okay.”

“Babies?!” you questioned.

“You are having twins, congrats!”

Miguel saw you turn towards him from his peripheral. He was stunned, staring at the O.B not believing what had just left her mouth. 

“Miggy?” was all he heard before it all went black. 

“Miggy?” you said softly. Miguel could feel your fingers playing with his hair. 

“Mmm” 

Miguel stirred awake. Slowly opening his eyes he found your own staring down at him. 

“Hi” your face broke into a smile. Miguel mirrored you. 

“What happened?” he groaned while sitting up slowly. 

“You fainted.” Miguel could tell you were holding a giggle. 

Miguel rubbed his face with both his hands. 

“I had the weirdest dream.”

“Mmm?” you signalled him to continue.

“We were with the O.B and she told us we were having twins.”

At that, you let out the laugh you were holding. Miguel pulled his hands out of his face and stared at you. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to regain composure. 

“I’m sorry, I’m–” you continued laughing. 

Miguel rolled his eyes and looked around the room. It wasn’t your bedroom. It was a hospital room. Wait. 

That meant–

No. 

It couldn’t be. 

“It–” Miguel started. “It wasn’t a dream, wasn’t it?”

You bit your lip, stifling your laughter. You shook your head. Your eyes trailed down to your belly and you cupped it with your hands. 

“We are going to be four now Mig.”

Miguel bolted out of the bed. “We are getting a more professional opinion.” He grabbed your hand and led you out of the room, towards the car. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You are getting checked again.”

“I get that. But why?” you asked. “She has great credentials!”

“Well, I want a second opinion.” Miguel said, opening your car door and helping you in. 

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled. “You are unbelievable.”

Miguel shut the door and rushed to his side. He hunched on his seat and started the engine. 

“Where are we going?” you questioned. 

“To the society”

You laughed. “Really Mig? You are going to get me checked by a Spider?”

“Yeah. That baby is half spider. Or well, quarter. This O.B could have missed something.” Miguel explained.

“Babies” you corrected. 

“That’s what she thinks”

“You think you know more than the O.B?”

“No…” Miguel side eyed you. “I just want a second opinion.”

Miguel wanted to believe you were having two babies, but one was already a big change. He needed to be sure that the both of you… well, three of you were alright. Miguel was going to do everything in his power to ensure your safety, and if that meant having you checked twice or even thrice, then so be it. 

“You are adorable.” you commented on a red light.

Miguel turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. You giggled. Miguel loved that sound, he wished he could keep it with him forever. He wished your kids had it. Miguel hoped the baby babies were carbon copies of you. 

You grabbed the sides of his face and squished his cheeks. 

“I love you so much, mi vida.” you leaned forward and pecked his lips. “Despite your overprotectiveness and everything.”

Miguel pouted at you, making you kiss him again. You pulled back and pushed his face lightly to pay attention to the road again. 

As soon as you arrived at the Spider Society, Miguel rushed you towards the Spider doctors. He wasn’t wasting time. 

They set you up for the ultrasound as quickly as they could. Miguel didn’t mean to, but he for sure had a menacing look on his face. He could sense how scared the Spiders were of their boss. Good. As long as they did their job right and told him with absolute certainty that everything was fine and the amount of babies inside your womb, everything was going to be fine. 

The Spider O.B scanned your belly for a few seconds before making you look at the screen.

“There is the baby.”

“Is it okay?” Miguel asked quickly. 

“Everything looks normal. I would say you are 4 weeks along.”

“That’s what the other O.B also said.” you stated, looking at Miguel raising your eyebrows. 

Miguel stared back at you giving you an ‘so what’ kind of face, before turning to the Spider. 

“That’s it?”

“Uh…” the O.B hesitated. He moved the device around until he found what looked like another blob. “Yeah, there is a second baby. Congrats sir, you are having two healthy babies.”

“Great,” Miguel said monotonically, crossing his arms to appear more intimidating. Even though he was freaking out inside. “Leave us.”

The O.B rushed to give you some paper to clean the gel on your stomach and left. As soon as you two were alone, Miguel broke down. 

He rushed to your side as you were finishing cleaning yourself, and took your face in his huge hands. He pressed his forehead against your while tears streamed down his face. 

“We are– we are having twins.” he choked out. 

“Yes we are Miggy.” you sniffled, as you played with the curls on the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry I got you checked twice, I just–” Miguel breathed deeply, he felt like he was short of breath. 

“Shhh, I know. I know.” you said calmly, as your other hand ran down his chest, and stopped where his heart was. “You are the best father these two could ever ask for.”

Miguel pulled back so he could stare at your eyes. All he saw in them was absolute sincerity and love. He smiled through the tears and leaned forward, capturing your lips on his. You shared a passionate kiss until you both ran out of air. 

He leaned over the bed, ending at eye level with your stomach. He kissed your lower belly several times before saying “I’m going to protect you forever. Mis bebés.” He pressed his cheek against your belly, looking up at you. You were staring back at him. “I’m going to protect the three of you. Mi vida. Mi todo. Los amo.”

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙖𝙤3 ✧

✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1 ✧ : ̗̀➛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡!!! 🥹🥹 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 😭😭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!!!

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐨n. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 "𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲" 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬).

𝐁𝐮𝐭! 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 (𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐀𝐀 🥹🥹) 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 🤧🤧.𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑! 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.