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This reached 100 likes!!! OMG YOU GUYSSSSS thank youuuuu. Can't wait to finish part 2!! Hope you like that too

HIIII V !! i didn't think that you'd actually reply to meeee T ^ T but I was wondering, if you have enough time and space for writing in requests, i wanna suggest a storyline where the reader is Miguel's "first evreything", and the story would be about/start off with Miguel establishing his first moves and his feelings to y/n (kinda like the start of the relationship). AND DO ADD YOUR TOUCHES AND WRITING STYLE IN, AND IT'D BE PERFECT. thank u so much ! love u a lot ! ♡♡♡

𝘚𝘰..., 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘨, 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘠!!

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶!! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦!! 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥.

This was supposed to be a one-shot but my mind keep adding more information and I can't keep it out. So anyway! This is part 1.

Summary: The story of Miguel's first and only love, you. A passage through the most significant moments of your relationship.

Word count: 2040

Tags: pre!Spiderman2099 Miguel x civilian!Reader + Spider!Miguel x civilian!Reader

||masterlist|| part 2>>

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎

𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

The fact that it was February was starting to annoy Miguel.

The constant reminder of his loneliness was not something he expected to be annoyed about. Sure. He had been alone his entire life. Never a slight romantic interest in a person. Never the feeling that oh so everyone talks about. Love.

What was so appealing about it anyway?

He marched into Alchemax’s reception at his usual time, after passing an uncountable amount of men with bouquets and chocolates. Ugh. The sight of it made him roll his eyes. It was Valentine’s day again. He prepared himself mentally for the usual questions: “No one important in your life” “Got a lady waiting for you at home?”. Ugh. Why do they even care? He doesn’t.

Miguel headed straight to the lifts, paying no mind to the people around him. He just wanted to get this over with. Get in the lift. Go up. Lock himself in his life. Simple. Easy. No human interaction whatsoever. Or so he thought.

As he entered the lift and pressed his floor button, a sigh escaped his lips. Finally. He rested his back against the back wall and threw his head back, inhaling deeply while closing his eyes. The door began to close. The outside world fading into what it looked like a peaceful and perfect day of just Miguel and Science. No one else. But he had chanted victory too early.

A foot stopped the doors for closing completely. The sound of them opening again making Miguel snap his head to the front, locking eyes with the person entering. It was a person he had never seen before. Not that he paid much attention to the various workers of Alchemax, besides his coworkers in the lab and his superiors.

“Ugh, love, love, love. Isn’t there something more important than love” You muttered under your breath, probably something not intended to his ears, but your words had reached him nonetheless.

Miguel snorted quietly, making you whip your head towards him. “Oh, so sorry. Didn’t notice you there. My mind was elsewhere” you rambled. “And… sorry if you heard that. I promise I don’t hate love.” you continued, avoiding his gaze, the lift closing behind you.

“It’s okay, honestly.” He shrugged. “I can’t say I disagree. Valentine’s day is always the same.”

“Right!” you exclaimed, fully turning your body to look at him better. “And the never ending questions: ‘Do you have someone special waiting for you at home?’” you mocked, rolling your eyes with a smile over your lips.

Miguel left out a belly laugh, one he hadn’t heard in a long time. “They are horrible.”

“They really are.” you answered, looking towards the button’s panel.

Miguel relaxed against the wall again, glad that the interruption of his alone time wasn’t unpleasant. Crossing his arms over his chest and resting his head against the wall, he took the opportunity to eye you better.

You were beautiful. The way you were dressed and the way you held yourself let him know you were confident, and strong. He was really surprised he had never seen you before. He would for sure remember it. Besides, you seemed interesting, and had the same thoughts as him regarding this dreadful day.

Miguel was so focused on you he hadn’t realised the lift had stopped and the doors opened with a “ding” until you chimed “Oh, we are here”. He pulled himself out of his thoughts shaking his head. God, what’s wrong with me he thought.

You stepped out onto the corridor, looking at both sides, seeming lost. Just then, Miguel realised he was on his lab’s floor. Have you worked on the same floor all this time?. He didn’t want to part from you, not at least without knowing your name, or a way to meet you again. He hesitated, all being oh so new to him. How do people approach a woman without sounding like a creep?

“Um… sorry, I am new here,” you interrupted his thoughts. Your beautiful doe eyes staring right at his. “Could you help me find this lab?” you motioned towards the piece of paper on your hand.

Miguel gazed into your eyes for an awkward amount of time, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, his brain slowly processing what you just said. “Oh! Yeah… yeah! Of course!” He answered a little too excitedly.

He darted his eyes quickly to the paper, his lab number written in it. Wait. HIS LAB.

“Uh…” he began.

“Oh, am I on the wrong floor? I swear this was the floor the guide told me” You retreated your hand, holding the piece of paper closer to your face. Frowning, cutely, your eyes darting from left to right.

“No…” Miguel shaked his head, trying to get out of the spell he was in. Come on, focus, he reprimanded himself. “No, you are on the right floor” hd informed, his voice sounding more sure this time. “I was just surprised. That is the lab I work in”

Your mouth stretched into a smile from ear to ear. “Nice! Are you a geneticist too?!” You held your eyes in his, blinking slowly.

“Yeah…” he scratched his neck, looking away. Your gaze was intense, and he was feeling things he couldn’t explain. “I’ll lead you. This way”.

Miguel turned on his heels, not bothering to check whether you were following or not.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

After the initial confusion and surprise of your arrival, it turned out you and Miguel worked amazingly together. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the bond between you only grew stronger.

Before you, Miguel dreaded speaking to people. He spent his days cooped up in his lab, only answering questions if necessary. And not even that. He would grunt, nod and hum most of the time. But, you changed that.

Every morning, before leaving for work, he would check himself in the mirror, trying to look his best. Miguel didn’t know exactly why, but he liked it. And he hoped you liked it too. His quiet and montone days turned into a game, what topic would you come up with today? What outfit were you going to wear?

It didn’t really matter, you looked good in everything. Or, so he thought. As a friend and colleague of course. Miguel could never get enough of you. Could never stop listening. But, that was normal right? Friends want to be with each other all the time. Right?

He doesn’t know how it happened, but a workspace that started being only his, a sacred place no one, but him could touch, became yours. You had started working on the station behind him. But gradually, with time, as you and Miguel became closer, without you two realising, your workspace and work in general, had merged together.

Sometimes, you would work so close together that your shoulders brushed against each other, or you would try to grab the same thing at the same time, making your hands touch. And, every single time, Miguel felt a tingle run down his spine. A short-circuit on his mind. Plus, a warm feeling on his chest, produced by your giggle.

Today was supposed to be like any other day. Miguel got ready for work, double and triple checking his appearance before leaving. Upon his arrival to the lab, there was already an odd feeling. You two arrived at almost the same time, which meant, you always stumbled upon each other on the corridor or in the lift.

That morning, Miguel had to go up alone, the silence, despite the horrible lift music, deafening to the ears. Maybe she is already here, he thought. Nothing to get worried about. He stepped out on the corridor with a heavy feeling on his chest. What if you weren’t? He had grown so accustomed to your presence he never thought about not being by your side anymore.

Miguel took small and indecisive steps towards his lab, the expectation of the reveal weighing him down. He needed to know if you were already there, but at the same time… he didn’t know what to do if you weren’t.

The door to the lab appeared in his view. Miguel stopped in his tracks, a metre away from the entrance. He closed his eyes as he took a big breath in. Okay, this was the moment of truth. He clutched the strap of his bag against his chest. Sweat dripped from his forehead, as his trembling hand reached for the door knob.

Miguel took another deep breath before closing his eyes and twisting the knob. He stepped in slowly…

Emptiness. There was not a single soul in the lab, just him.

Miguel stood locked in place. His brain processed the information. You weren’t here. He tried to recall your conversation the day before. You never told him you would be absent, right?

What if something had happened? You had a car accident! Or your flat caught on fire. Million thoughts running through his head, none of them happy.

Miguel clutched his head. His fingers running through his locks, tugging. His chest was heaving up and down. The air wasn’t reaching his lungs properly. Miguel shivered, the lab was cold without your presence. His life was an iceberg without you in it.

He was out of his zone. He had never felt like this. All Miguel wanted to do was curl in a ball and hide. Hug himself to feel some warmth, closing his eyes imagining it was you. A tear slipped from the corner of his eyes, trailing down his cheek before falling into the floor.

After that one, came a dozen. Miguel’s body was shaking. He sniffled, a sob escaping his mouth. How could he not have your number? All this time and he never asked. Were you okay? What if he never had the chance to see you again. What if–?

“Miguel?” he heard from behind him.

He whipped his head around, his hands falling to his sides. There you stood, two coffee cups, one on each hand. You had a smile on your face, but upon seeing him, it dropped.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed. You rushed to place the cups on the table before going to Miguel. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Your hands landed on his arms, grounding him. You were safe! You were here.

Miguel left out all the air he was holding, another sob cursing through his body. He slumped forward, his head landing on your shoulder. His arms snaked their way around your middle, embracing you.

You stiffened for a moment, before melting into his touch. Your own hands embracing him, caressing his broad back.

“Shhh it’s okay,” you cooed. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m here”.

Yes, you are, he thought. He sighed, all the tension in his body dissipating.

He pulled back from your shoulder, now towering over you, but not stepping back. His hands remained on your body, seeking your warmth. Yours regained their previous position, on his arms.

You looked up at him, your eyes big while examining him.

“I’m alright now, thanks” he said hoarsely. Miguel, very reluctantly, moved his hands away from you, wiping the remaining tears of his cheeks. Your arms dropped to your side, as a small smile formed in your lips.

“Okay.” you murmured. You glanced towards the coffee cups on the table, before meeting his eyes again. “Why don’t we sit down and talk over coffee? Or not, you don’t have to tell me. Just..” you rambled, fidgeting with your fingers, and looking away. “I got your favourite”

Miguel smiled, his eyes softening. “Thanks”

You beamed at him. Taking the lead, you walked past him, grabbed the coffees and took your usual seat on the table. You looked at him expectantly. Remembering how to function, Miguel took off his bag and placed it over the desk, before taking a seat next to you.

You handed him the cup, your fingers brushing against each other. The usual spark present. Miguel stared at you, his mouth slightly open, while you took a sip of your coffee. Realisation hit him like a truck. He had a crush on you.

Oh, he was fucked.

𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 ��𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦) 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!!

𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 2 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄! 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌!

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oharaslove · 1 day ago

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I feel like I am interrupting something...

Damn, this is hot. Yes Miguel! I'll take your babies!!

"stop fucking biting me!" he groans as you ride his cock, his eyes rolling back into his head as he wraps his thick arms around your waist to fuck up into you.

"s-sorry— jus'feelsh— s'fuckin'good, miguel!—" you whine into his neck, and biting him again.

if you keep biting him he's gonna fucking knock you up, he thinks— he growls into your ear— his mask dissolving down his neck so that he can reciprocate.

he bites you back, fucking hard.

you let out a loud strung out moan, shaking as he fucks you through your orgasm. "fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! miguel!" you yell out his name, feeling his claws dig into your sides.

"keep cumming. fucking cum all over me. I'll fuck a baby into you. you want that? want me to fuck a baby into you? yeah? wanna give birth to my fucking kid? take it then. fucking take it."

#so damn sexy #so hotttt #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv smut #atsv miguel smut #atsv miguel

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oharaslove · 1 day ago

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I'm so glad you did!! 💙💙

This was supposed to be a one-shot but my mind keep adding more information and I can't keep it out. So anyway! This is part 1.

Summary: The story of Miguel's first and only love, you. A passage through the most significant moments of your relationship.

Word count: 2040

Tags: pre!Spiderman2099 Miguel x civilian!Reader + Spider!Miguel x civilian!Reader

||masterlist|| part 2>>

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎

𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

The fact that it was February was starting to annoy Miguel.

What was so appealing about it anyway?

“Ugh, love, love, love. Isn’t there something more important than love” You muttered under your breath, probably something not intended to his ears, but your words had reached him nonetheless.

“It’s okay, honestly.” He shrugged. “I can’t say I disagree. Valentine’s day is always the same.”

Miguel left out a belly laugh, one he hadn’t heard in a long time. “They are horrible.”

“They really are.” you answered, looking towards the button’s panel.

He darted his eyes quickly to the paper, his lab number written in it. Wait. HIS LAB.

“Uh…” he began.

Your mouth stretched into a smile from ear to ear. “Nice! Are you a geneticist too?!” You held your eyes in his, blinking slowly.

“Yeah…” he scratched his neck, looking away. Your gaze was intense, and he was feeling things he couldn’t explain. “I’ll lead you. This way”.

Miguel turned on his heels, not bothering to check whether you were following or not.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Miguel took another deep breath before closing his eyes and twisting the knob. He stepped in slowly…

Emptiness. There was not a single soul in the lab, just him.

Miguel stood locked in place. His brain processed the information. You weren’t here. He tried to recall your conversation the day before. You never told him you would be absent, right?

What if something had happened? You had a car accident! Or your flat caught on fire. Million thoughts running through his head, none of them happy.

“Miguel?” he heard from behind him.

He whipped his head around, his hands falling to his sides. There you stood, two coffee cups, one on each hand. You had a smile on your face, but upon seeing him, it dropped.

Miguel left out all the air he was holding, another sob cursing through his body. He slumped forward, his head landing on your shoulder. His arms snaked their way around your middle, embracing you.

You stiffened for a moment, before melting into his touch. Your own hands embracing him, caressing his broad back.

“Shhh it’s okay,” you cooed. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m here”.

Yes, you are, he thought. He sighed, all the tension in his body dissipating.

He pulled back from your shoulder, now towering over you, but not stepping back. His hands remained on your body, seeking your warmth. Yours regained their previous position, on his arms.

You looked up at him, your eyes big while examining him.

Miguel smiled, his eyes softening. “Thanks”

Oh, he was fucked.

𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦) 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!!

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oharaslove · 2 days ago

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I had an idea for a blurb last night while I was trying to fall asleep and jaksbskeowmsbodne

I have my last final exam tomorrow and I am free (well, kinda) but that means, more time to write!!! Yesss

Tomorrow I'll write the blurb and post it on Wednesday so I can take it out of my chest/head to focus on part 2 of The One and Only.

I'll try to post part 2 on Sunday! But again, not promises because it has smut and it would be my second time writing it, so yeah. I read a lot of it, I admit, but writing... that's a whole other thing.

Anyway, I really hope you like the blurb!

#oharaslove #so exciteddd #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara blurb

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oharaslove · 2 days ago

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Hiii, I saw this on insta

What the hell are we going to do till 2028??? We are already leaving out of scraps. SCRAPS!!!!

What the hell?!?!

Did they mess up the story on ATSV and now they don't know how to close it? Or wtf is going on???

I know the writers strike happened, but it has been quite some time now. The hell?

#i cant leave without new content of my husband anymore 😭#spiderman beyond the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #atsv miguel

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oharaslove · 2 days ago

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Secrets Of The Duke Vampire Miguel O'Hara Part 5

Summary: During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he’s a Vampire when his compulsion doesn’t work on you. What happens when he holds you captive in hopes of keeping his century-old secret.....a secret?

Tags: Beauty and the Beast retelling, Vampire Miguel, arranged marriage, set in the 1800s(hence why he's a Duke), another ff where's he's mean in the beginning, Miguel being caring in his own little way, they do get a little close in the ending....iykyk, 7.5k words

A/N: Since I took a while to update enjoy this longer chapter mwah<33

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You don't know how you were able to continue working on the garden after his little performance, but you managed. All throughout, you felt just how hot your face was, and you knew it wasn't because of the extra layer he gave you; it was because of him.

After working in the gardens you guys spent the rest of the day ignoring each other, only seeing each other at the designated meal times. After washing up you sent back his coat only for him to send you a new one.

The following day, after breakfast, you wear his coat to go outside. It only makes sense; why else would he have given it to you? A handful of servants are outside playing in the snow, and since there's nothing else for you to do, you join them. You make as many snowballs as it takes for your hands to go numb.

You're laughing now unable to contain your excitement. You manage to dodge a snowball from Gwen running to duck behind a tree only to share that hiding spot with Lyla. Both are unable to contain your giggles causing your hiding spot to be intercepted by Peter. You break off into a sprint and thankfully he gives you a head start. Looking behind you to see just how far away he is when you collide with something the force alone sends you backward.

Preparing for the impact of the fall two hands hold you at the elbows bringing you upright again.

You're breathing heavily the adrenaline from the snowball fight and almost falling courses through your body. You peek open an eye to find the Duke staring at you. “I don't think I ever seen you with this much energy”

“Well we don't really see each other at all outside of meals and your study”

He nods. “That is true. Your dresses have arrived” It isn't until you feel his thumbs drawing circles on your arm that you realize he’s still holding you. It seems to dawn on him at the same time because he takes a step back forcing his hands behind his back.

“Do you wish to try them on?”

“Uh yeah I do actually just give me a moment I wish to finish play”

“No the seamstress are here now-”

You turn away from him eager to get back to the fight. “I’ll be there shortly Duke” Gathering a snowball in your hands you launch the next snowball at Peter who's passing through. You're grateful that they aren't using their super speed so you have a fair chance of catching them. A few minutes pass by and you expect him to no longer be there but when you look in his direction you realize he’s still there watching you in the doorway.

Maybe it’s rude of you to have him wait. Quickly you make your way over to him feeling embarrassed. “If I knew you were going to wait down here I would’ve-”

“It’s fine it seems like you were enjoying yourself”

He holds the door open for you as he leads you back inside the mansion. “Yes, I was. Thank you, my lord” When he leads you to one of the empty rooms you expect him to leave but instead, he sits down in a nearby chair. Oh heavens does he plan on watching you?

You stand hesitantly by the door. “Are you planning on watching me get dressed?”

“No, I only wish to see what fits and what doesn’t and I would like to know how my money is being spent. But if you wish for me to leave just say the word” You narrow your eyes at him you’re not sure if you want him to stay but you’re not sure if you want him to leave either. You have to swallow the lump in your throat before you can answer. “No, I want you to stay”

Now fully entering the room you step behind the panel where two servants are waiting as well as the seamstress you feel quite embarrassed knowing that they listened in on the conversation. The first article of clothing is a pretty dress in the shade of magenta with a matching velvet corset. The sleeves stop right at your wrists so it's a perfect length. You step out of the panel and stand on the square box to showcase the dress.

You have no other choice but to fiddle with it since looking at the Duke will make things even more awkward. “Well, do you like it?”

“Yes I do I love the color”

This time he addresses the seamstress behind the panel. You forget that he doesn't really let so many people see his face apart from his household. “Great so we'll get four more dresses in the exact color” Your eyes grow wide as the seamstress replies in agreement.

“Now why do I ever need four dresses in the same color? Have you gone mad?”

“You are a Duchess are you not?”

“Yes but-”

“And you like the color don't you?”

“Well yes but-”

He claps his hands. “Then it's settled you'll get four more dresses in this exact color”

You stand there stunned for a second before you go back behind the panel. The next dress is made with another velvet material in the color black and this one comes with an added shawl and hood. When you step out he barely spares you a glance he's looking everywhere but at you. “Do you like the dress? The design of it?”

“I do it's lovely and very comfortable”

“Great then we'll get one in every color”

“No, we will not. Don't listen to him seamstress this black one will be just fine”

“No, it will not, next dress” He then has the nerve to wave you say with his fingers. Hastily you turn around to retreat behind the panel again and this goes on for the next seven dresses. You try them on then he requests an insane amount of dresses with the exact design just different colors and you argue about it and it just ends with you annoyingly walking away.

Finally, it's the last and final dress however this one is just a little bit more…. revealing. The bodice is cut very low and the shoulders hang off with sleeves that drape past your fingers since there's no petticoat the dress hangs loosely on your curves outlining your figure. My goodness, it looks like you're trying to seduce the man. Immediately you turn to the seamstress shaking your head no and making a big X sign with your hands. You can't speak since the Duke has unique hearing.

Expecting them to agree with you you move to take it off however, they shake their head no ushering you to keep it on. The servants move to pull down the sleeves of your dress and the seamstress pushes up your chest making it more revealing.

Your voice comes out in a harsh whisper. “Not you too guys stop it, it's not like that between us”

The seamstress turns to you giving you a thumbs up. “No, you look wonderful go go”

“No guys I can't-” But they don't listen, all three of the women push you out the panel causing you to trip over your own feet. Luckily you regain your footing and you can't help it as you glance at the Duke.

But his face is unreadable and he's staring at something above your head. You knew he wouldn't be affected by you. “The ladies forced me to wear this but I will not be getting this since I have no use for it” You don't even wait for his reply and you're suddenly behind the panel again. Hastily you take off the dress not bothering to allow the servants to help you. You're embarrassed you knew there was an attraction between the two of you. You both knew that and you thought that maybe…just maybe you would get to see a glimmer of it but clearly that was not the case.

After changing you make your way out of the room going back to the snow fight outside you don't even bother sparing him another glance.

If he will not look at you then you will not look at him.

•°~°•

Miguel didn't have the heart to look at you as you tried on the dresses. The sight of you reminded him too much of the last time he was in this room with his previous wife. How could he have been so stupid? He should've never fought for him to stay but all he could think of at that moment was how pretty you would look in your new dresses.

That and nothing else.

He had picked these dresses from a catalog that the seamstress sent to him. He only stole a glance at you whenever you walked away.

What made things even worse was the raging feeling of his groin pressing against his trousers. He was aroused by just seeing you try on new dresses and liking the ones that he picked out for you. It didn't make sense but nothing did when it came to you.

He's not still mourning his dead wife and when he looks at you he doesn't think of her, it's just that being in this room for the first time after almost a century brought back unwanted memories. It was the last time he and his little family were happy before his wife took off with their daughter when his behavior became unbearable.

This makes him wonder if he doesn't break the curse would you still want to stay? There will be no reason for him to keep you here. Or even if you did break the curse would you still want to be with him? Your heart can want one thing and your mind another. Maybe you'll flee like his wife did once you grow tired of him—of his presence.

Standing up to his full height he walks out of the room before the seamstress can see him. As he retreats to his study the sound of your laughter reaches his ears. He stops in the middle of the hall to peer out the window. Miguel stood there for the next 45 minutes watching you play amongst his servants. He just couldn't find the will to move.

•°~°•

A few days have passed since you were in the dressing room where the Duke refused to look at you. You've made it your business to ignore him since then. Well, ignore him as much as you can anyway you still have to come into his study in order to sleep. The Duke would try to speak to you but your answers have been short and sometimes one-worded.

Your monthly has finally ended and you can't help but feel relieved knowing that it's almost over. After you bleed there's always a period of time where you feel…very…very aroused to say the least. The desire to be with a man will sometimes become unbearable most times it's just plain annoying. Especially with the loss of your previous husband, there has been no one to help you relieve that ache that's between your thighs but yourself.

However, it's just not the same if a man was with you, on top of you, inside of you. Your previous husband did a great job of relieving the aches but you're positive your current husband wouldn't be able to do so. Hell, he didn't even want to look at you as you tried on dresses how can he please you? Yet you would catch him staring at you during designated meal times and when you were in his study helping him look for facts about curses. You could always feel his stare.

Exiting your room you walk out to find many servants running around mainly the men. There was a loud chatter downstairs with your curiosity getting the better of you, you head down the trip to the Duke's study could wait.

You go straight to Lyla and Jess hoping that they will give you the answers that you seek. “Why is everyone running about? Are we preparing for something?”

Lyla looks rather awkward and Jess looks unsure. “Is no one going to tell me?” Jess clears her throat before responding. “Duchess the Duke is leaving and he will be gone for a few days”

“What how-”

A loud but deep voice commands from behind you. “Leave us” Lyla and Jess bow as well as the nearby servants who are running around and preparing for departure move off to the far side of the room.

You turn around to face him. The Duke leaving was the last thing you expected from him and for days at that. What is he thinking? First, he decides to do little things that set your heart ablaze like putting your curls behind your ear or giving you his jacket to wear. Then he pulls back and refuses to even spare you a glance during your try-on as if he didn't practically request for him to be in the room. Hot and cold the Duke is and you refuse to address him first not looking him in the eye.

“I am leaving I will be gone for no more than 4 days”

“I was on my way to your study when were you going to tell me this? When I stayed waiting for you for hours or when you came back?”

He tilts his head at you before clasping his hands in front of him. “You're upset with me”

“No, I do not care what you do I am your captive after all. But a heads up would've been much appreciated”

“I intended to tell you at dinner but decided against it. I thought you would've been ecstatic to see that I was gone” You stare up at him confusingly but decide to hone in your expression.

You can't help it as you speak with gritted teeth. “How could you—you're right I will be very excited to know that you're gone. I couldn't care less have a safe trip or not I will be retiring early tonight” You turn preparing to walk away from him when a hand grabs your elbow preventing you from moving any farther. “I did not wish to upset you, and if you must know this trip is for you. I…” When his words begin to trail off you slowly turn to look at him. His eyes begin to dart all across the room as if he’s searching for something before eventually he looks you in the eye his nose slightly tilted in the air. “I was not planning on telling you because this trip is for you I venture out to obtain something for you”

You can’t help it as you stare at him confusingly. What could he possibly need to get for you that requires him to leave for days at a time?

“I don't understand what can be so important that you'll have to leave to get it. And I thought you hadn't left your estate in years. The only time you left was when I begged you to see my mother”

“That is true but after our last conversation I only realized how much I need to obtain this thing for you” He stares out the window before looking down to face you again. “I can only move at night. I need to leave now if I wish to be back in only 4 days. I'll write when I'm returning” You fold your hands across your chest suddenly feeling unsure. You were mad at him just a few seconds ago but now that he says this trip is for you, you aren't so sure if you can be that mad at him. Maybe you're just being selfish but if you're going to be held here against your will why not be pampered while you're at it?

But as you try to think back on your last conversation with him and nothing rings a bell, why is he still venturing out when there's a chance that his face can be seen—even recognized just for you?

“Well if you must go then go I couldn't stop you even if I tried but I can assure you I have everything that I need now that I've gotten my dresses….well okay maybe a few more lady products for my time of month since I had to make one of my own” You spew out the last words rather shyly speaking to a man about women products usually have you feeling this way. But he is now technically your husband so this should be fine right?

He nods before taking a step back and it's only then that you truly get to watch him from head to toe. He is covered in armor that is no doubt supposed to protect him from the sun if he were to get burned. And there's a sword on his hip probably for decoration because you're certain he doesn't need one. The Duke looks like a knight in shining armor…. literally. You give him a nod as well before you take a step back yourself and then he turns towards the exit.

You watch as he and the others mount horses while being covered in armor he gives you one last look over his shoulder before leading them away—the sound of horses running echoes as the dirt begins to settle.

•°~°•

Miguel wasn't expecting your reaction. Maybe you're just mad that he's leaving you in this big mansion all by yourself. Well technically you won't be alone, you'll have the servants with you and it's clear that you've built a relationship with Lyla and Jess so why else could you be mad? He has no other explanation for your reaction but hopefully when he comes back with a perfect wedding ring that'll make you think otherwise.

When you expressed to him that your relationship with him didn't feel martial he immediately thought of the first thing that you're missing: a ring. Granted he could've just had an owner of a ring shop come to the estate but that would've raised questions. So the only thing he could think of was going to them. After he gifts you a ring he hopes to put more effort into his relationship with you. He only has so much time left that Peter, Jess, Lyla, and Gwen remind him of it every time they see him. Not to mention the weary looks that the rest of his servants give him when he's holed up in his room or study and you're elsewhere around the estate. How can he break the curse if he doesn't bother to even be in your vicinity?

The only time he truly interacts with you is at mealtimes and even that can barely be called an interaction since when he finally musters up the courage to speak to you meal time is more than halfway over.

But he has been trying though he just needs to try harder. Bringing your breakfast to you, and helping you with the garden shows that he's trying but is it really enough? His horse comes to a stop just as the sun begins to peak over the horizon. Light streaks of sunlight can be seen threading through the clouds as they are forced to come out. Immediately he leads him and his men to find shelter under a tree where they will spend the rest of their day resting and waiting till night falls.

He's been thinking about you since the moment he mounted his horse. He can't help but wonder if you're thinking about him as well.

•°~°•

When you ate breakfast for the first time all alone the silence was deafening. Granted you wished that you didn't have to eat with him every time he requested but to eat by yourself is just very odd. So you forced the rest of the servants who had yet to have their breakfast to sit and eat with you in order to make this less painful than it already is. You did this for every meal so you truly weren't alone.

The garden no longer needed attention since the extra help you received from the Duke had helped you tremendously so all there is to do now is sit and wait.

After washing up you made sure your curls were dry, grabbed your duvet, and headed to the Duke's room. Now is where the boredom settles in. Throughout the day talking to the servants had been fun. There were still so many to meet and so much to talk about you guys even played games. However, around this time you would've been in the study with the Duke still looking for more facts about the curse although you both came up empty most nights it still has been rather exciting learning about new things.

Hesitantly you tuck yourself under his covers and as you breathe in his scent you-

………….

Did you just sniff his sheets?

Oh my, you—just sniffed this man's sheet! Does it smell really good and just like him yes but sniffing his sheets… oh come on! It does have a wonderful smell though. Sandalwood and roses drift through your nose causing you to sigh as you tuck your hand under a pillow. You wonder if he's alright if something happens to him out there then you will have no choice but to rule his estate since you're already the duchess. What does that mean for his people? What does that mean for the curse? You're still not sure if there's even a way for you to break the curse like Lyla and Jess have told you so many times. What if you don't manage to figure it out in time before the rest of the year is up?

You don't want to fail them.

Day 2

Another day has passed and night has finally fallen. He and his men can resume their journey. He is not that far from his destination now and once he reaches there he'll pick out your ring and resume his journey back home. The less time he's out here the better. He didn't even like the idea of leaving you by yourself in the estate for so long anyway. Miguel wonders if you decided to sleep in his bed or if you decided to sleep in his study either way the scent of you will still linger and he will be greeted by it when he returns.

Do you still eat in the dining hall or do you have your meals in your room? Do you still sit in his study looking for facts about the curse or have you given up all hope? So many questions and yet no answers. It’s been 2 nights away from you and yet he can’t stop thinking about you. He's not worried about you or anything and he definitely doesn’t miss how annoying and infuriating you can be sometimes. You're his duchess after all and not to mention the Duchess of Nueva York he has every right to make sure you aren’t doing anything to mess up his feeble reputation.

Mmhm—that’s it he’s worried that you’ll mess up his reputation while he’s gone.

Day 3

It's the third day now a letter should arrive by the time dusk falls that the Duke has made it there safely and is on his way back. It's raining today which means the snow will turn into mush and there will be no snow fight today. You can't even go outside otherwise you're sure the wind will try to blow you away.

Maybe you should try something new? You're positive the Duke would've hated it if you tried and stepped foot in the kitchen but he's not here right now, is he?

An hour or two before lunch you make your way to the kitchen eager to help. You've always loved cooking…well you only cooked sweets but it still counts. Upon entering you greet all the servants in the room you're grateful to see Lyla and Jess amongst them. They all seem startled to see you here. “Is it okay if I make a little something as dessert? I'll try to make enough for everyone”

Lyla reaches out to you first, breaking the silence every servant stopped what they were doing because they were so shocked to see you in here. “Of course, my lady come in ooouuu, what are we making cake, cookies, brownies!” Her enthusiasm rolls off in waves and immediately you get excited yourself. It's been so long since you've been in the kitchen. Too long if you don't say so yourself. As you think about what to make you can't help but think that maybe you should make something for the Duke.

Oh my, here you are thinking about that annoying Duke again!

By making something for him he might know you're thinking about him but you're not you're just being kind. He is venturing out far for 3 or more days just to get you something. You can't think of anything else to give him, he's the Duke for goodness sake.

“I think I might make a cake so that way enough people can get some…and for the Duke does he have a favorite sweet?” Lyla narrows her eyes at you just as Jes and Gwen slide up next to you.

“You plan on making him something don't you” Before you have the chance to answer her Gwen chimes in. “Oh this will be so much fun I'll get the pots!” Another servant chimes in. “I'll gather the ingredients”

It's not long till almost all of the servants disregard lunch and begin helping you make something for them as well as the Duke.

Oh no—what have you gotten yourself into?

•°~°•

Miguel and his men reach the shop right before morning, thankfully it's raining so there will be little to no chance of sun today. So instead of making it back the following morning, he could be back by nightfall. The rain will turn the slush into snow, no more snowball fights for you. You'll probably be upset about that. He's sure you'll find something to do for yourself.

Walking into town next door to the shop is a library. Didn't you say you liked to read? He sighs as he runs his hands over his face it's hard not to think about you when this whole trip is for you.

After getting a ring that he hopes you will like he gets an extra ring just in case you didn't like the first. Right as he and his men pass the library he hears Peter coughing to his left.

“What do you want Peter?”

“The lady has shown her interest in books, my lord”

“I know she has Peter she told me herself”

“We are just feet away from a library…sir” Miguel sighs but this time he looks up to the sky before turning to face Peter and the rest of his men. They must think that he should get her a book as well but he doesn't even know what books she likes nor does he know if it might be too much.

His next words feel…just wrong coming out of his mouth. He doesn't ask people for advice. Ever. “Is it too much if I get her a book?” His men start back at him in confusion before sharing a weary glance with each other.

One of the men spoke up. “Is this a trick question my lord?”

“No, it's not. The Duchess she likes to read I need-” Miguel hates doing this he really does. “I need help figuring out what book might interest her”

When no one gathers the courage to speak, Peter is the next one to do so. “Off into the library we go gentlemen we need to find a perfect book for the Duchess!”

•°~°•

Miguel ended up leaving with ten books because he couldn't manage to pick one. Pride swells in his chest as he thinks of your reaction. If you like the books that he's chosen for you and seek more then he'll give you his library next. He should've done that before but it hadn't passed his mind until now.

Miguel is writing off his letter indicating that he will be returning earlier than expected when he picks up on a nearby conversation with his ears.

“He's the one that brought the two rings right?”

“That's him alright. Look at his armor, you think we could sell it for money?”

“Hah after we sell those rings we won't be begging for money anymore!”

Glancing at his men with their super hearing as well he knows they heard the conversation too. It looks like their arrival is going to be delayed.

•°~°•

The letter from the Duke was supposed to arrive hours ago. It's already night time and not to mention it's the third day plus there wasn't any sun shining. He could've easily made it late in the night depending on their pace.

“Have you heard anything from him? Any letters?” Gwen lowers her head as do the rest of the servants. Where is he? It's well past 1 am and you decided to rest in the dining hall just in case he came back later on.

•°~°•

It's almost lunchtime when you hear corruption outside. You had no choice but to get washed up and changed since it was clear the Duke wouldn't be arriving.

You can't believe you're saying this but you're worried what if that's his men returning only to say that the Duke has been killed? This will be all your fault too since this trip was for you.

Nervously you begin to play with your fingernails as the door begins to open. Next to you, the worried expressions that are on all the servant's faces do nothing to aid your fear. After a few more seconds the breath that everyone has been holding gets released when the Duke comes into view.

“We were attacked upon returning, men who wished to rob us for what we had, and then the journey back took longer than expected” He's addressing everyone but his eyes remain on you. All of his men including himself are covered in dirt and grime staining their armor brown. Once realizing that he and his men are okay, the servants who stayed begin to help them.

The Duke wastes no time making his way to you. Your breath hitches in your throat and you force yourself not to take a step back since you're not sure what to say. You're grateful that he speaks first.

“Wife”

“Husband”

“Duchess”

“Duke”

You can't help but tilt your head. What are y'all doing? You take sight of him from head to toe his hair is all disheveled with a few strands sticking to his forehead. And for the most part, he looks exhausted. “Are you okay?”

“I am and I have returned with a few things for you. Do you wish to see them?” All you can do is nod. You watch as he pulls something out from the pocket of his armor before getting on one knee.

Your heart rate begins to pick up as you watch him. “What are you doing?” He doesn't answer you, instead he grabs your left hand and takes out…a ring?

“You said that it doesn't feel like we are married” He places the ring on your finger—and oh my it's huge!

You turn your hand to examine it fully. It's a silver band with roses leading up to a big pretty diamond. “This is beautiful but do I really need such a thing?” He nods then looks behind him and subtly moves his bed in your direction. His men immediately start moving towards the two of you each carrying what looks like a book in their hands.

The Duke looks around the room standing before looking at you. “We passed by a library so I thought you might-”

“Yes! Yesyesyesyes you got me books?” You grab the first one that you see and you take note that it's a book that you've seen before in a library in town. “Thank you so much taking care of the gardens has been wonderful but I have missed reading”

“Then the rest are yours and I will bring them to your room” Without thinking you reach out grabbing his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Duke” When your hand lingers for far too long you pull away and head straight to your room. Suddenly you become aware that you are not the only two present when Lyla, Gwen, Peter, and Jess give you a thumbs-up from behind his back.

•°~°•

After the Duke washes up you both have lunch and surprisingly you both engage in conversation. You felt compelled to ask him about his trip since it was for you. Thankfully he had a lot to say and he even described the library to you. He did however look alarmed when you asked for all the servants to sit and eat with you as well.

If you weren't so nervous you would've given the Duke the brownies that you made for him after lunch but you decided against it. It wasn't until dinnertime was over that you finally managed the courage to do so. You're freshly washed, there's shine to your lips and you even sprayed some perfume and in doing so you had Lyla and Jess giggling at you while they helped fix your curls.

You just wanted to look presentable, that's all. But as you look down at your nightgown, maybe coming in like this is a little too much.

Heistaintly you knock on the door and you hear his voice from within calling you inside. The grip that you have on the plate worsens.

As you look at him it looks like he too just washed up. His hair is wet causing a few of his brown curls to stick to his forehead. His white top is open revealing his chest and his chest is so—it’s so nothing you are not going to ogle the Duke's chest. He's your captor for goodness sake!

Your face heats as you open your mouth to speak. “Since the trip was for me I wanted to make you something and this was the only thing I could think of. Of course with the help of your servants,” You push the plates towards him practically shoving it in his hands.

“You made me something?”

“Yes I-I didn't know what else to give you if you don't like it you can just give it to the servants”

“No, I'll keep it…thank you” You nod and turn your attention to the sleeves of your nightgown. A gasp forces its way out of your throat when you see just how visible your breasts are. Your nipples are practically waving at him. Folding your arms across your chest as a way to cover up you turn your face up to the ceiling.

A low sound that emits from the Duke surprises you; it almost sounds like a laugh?

“There's no need to be embarrassed”

“I’m not I just—ugh whatever do you need anything from me? I was going to offer earlier but I got too engrossed in the books that you gave me” You try to read the look on his face and you can't but his eyes shift to red so you're guessing he's on board?

“If you don't mind then yes it would be much appreciated”

You nod. “Should we do this sitting or standing?”

“Whatever you feel comfortable with” You make your way to the couch since the last time you did it standing it got too intimate. Maybe sitting will change that?

Once seated you move your hair over to give him access to your neck. When he sits down his eyes are bright red and his left hand rests on the base of your neck. “If I'm too much you know what to do right?” You silently nod before looking the other way. You rather not look at him while he's sinking his fangs into your neck.

He gets close to the point where you can feel his breath on your neck and you brace for the pain when you hear him breathe in through his nose. It sounded like he smelled you.

You're about to ask him what's going on when he takes another sniff. And then another and another to the point where you can feel his nose drag across the side of your neck to the center of it.

“What's that smell?”

“I’m not sure I just bathe my lord should I wash-”

“No no that's not if you smell…delectable good enough to eat. What did you do? I could barely think straight” What is he talking about?

“I haven't done anything, maybe it's the perfume I just sprayed-” You're cut off when you feel his fangs piercing your skin. The sound that you let out sounds way too close to a moan. You don't understand the science behind this. The first bite hurts but when he begins to feed the pain goes away.

The hand at the base of your neck stays and once again you feel tiny love bites on your neck as he gets his fill. Not expecting his hand to start wandering you barely registered as the hand on your neck disappears and glides down between the valley of your breasts and circles your waist drawing you in closer.

For you to think that sitting down would make this less intimate oh boy were you wrong.

The hand around your waist tightens which forces you to rest a hand on his forearm for support. A few more seconds go by and then finally you feel your body getting weak.

But for some odd reason, you don't want him to stop.

You don't want him to let go.

When was the last time you've been held like this?

Oh my, you really need to snap out of it before he takes too much!

“My lord?” From his forearm, you slide your hand up to the side of his neck and tug on his hair since it worked last time. He removes his fangs from your neck but hovers over the spot. His breath causes goosebumps to form on your skin. Without warning he changes the position using the arm on your waist to help. He brings you into a straddling position over his thighs.

Although his fangs are gone the red in his eyes still remains. “Whatever you're doing you need to stop. You say you're not a witch but then explain why your scent is making me feel this way?”

“I already told you I'm not doing anything I—” And then it dawns on you it's been a few days since your last cycle. It's around this time your “arousal” will increase. Oh God does this mean he can smell that too? It's not like you can even control it; your body just produces more sensual feelings after your cycle and not to mention more slick as well.

You stare down at his both hands that are around your waist and the way your nightgown has bunched up causing most of your legs to be on display. You're not even fully seated on him, you're hovering over his thighs. The Duke is not even looking at you, he's more so hypnotized at the sight of your bare neck.

You're way too embarrassed to tell him exactly what he's been smelling. Maybe it's best if you just get off of him altogether. But as you move to do so he gives you a squeeze and he pulls you down to be seated on his lap. Your eyes widen as you feel him poking your inner thigh and trust it doesn't take a genius to know what that is.

The Duke leans forward and gives your neck a tiny bite; it almost feels playful. His teeth graze against your skin. He does it again.

And again.

And again. Subconsciously you let out a moan as he pulls your hips forward, your almost bare lower half rubbing against his hardened length causing friction where you most desire to be touched. It isn't until he reaches a spot in your neck that's ticklish that you laugh.

As if your laugh breaks him out of a trance he pulls away from you his eyes rapidly blinking. The color in his eyes flickers from red to his regular brown. It's like he's fighting an internal battle.

His voice comes out as a whisper. “You laughed for me” You have to blink several times before you can respond. “I did?” It comes out more as a question than a statement.

“Do it again. You never laugh when you're with me” Before you can respond he bites the same spot on your neck again. You look down at him in confusion as another laugh escapes you. There's no way he really thinks this is going to work again…well it kind of did didn’t it?

You absentmindedly begin to play with the back of his hair. His face is flushed but yet so full of life. “I’ve never seen you like this before”

“Well you've never been on top of me before”

“Touche” Silence falls between you, and it makes you nervous. You're sitting on the Duke in a very scandalous position not to mention there's only a tiny bit of fabric between the two of you. This shouldn't be happening.

This is wrong. So wrong.

He's your captor and you are being held here against your will. This—whatever this is shouldn't be happening.

You move to get off of him. “I-I have to go”

He gives you a gentle squeeze on your waist. “Wait give me a second I have to calm down first” Your face heats up because you know what he means by “calm down” You can still feel it against your thigh.

“Would me staying here actually help?”

“It would just—just give me a minute” You nod and slowly you remove your hands from his hair to rest in between you. This just got too awkward. The only thing you can think of to pass the time is to not look at him. Twiddling your thumbs should make this better.

“I thought of you the moment I left. I truly didn't think my absence would affect so if I caused you any pain when I left I truly am sorry”

“It's fine I don't even know what came over me when I heard you were leaving. I was just angry that while I'm forced to be here you can go as you please. Duchess or not you're still my captor”

“You do know why I must keep you here right?”

“I do….but it still hurts nonetheless”

“I’m sorry but I'm trying to do whatever I can to make you feel comfortable”

You steal a glance at him only to find him staring at you so intently but when you look away he takes his index and places it under your chin till you're facing him again.

Damn him.

“I know and oddly enough I thank you? Not sure if I'm supposed to give you thanks but I do” You can't help it as another laugh escapes you but this one is more filled with nervousness than anything.

His right-hand leaves your waist and cradles the side of your face. His hand is so big it covers half of it. “You look so pretty when you laugh” You don't know how to explain it but this feels too intimate from the current position you're in, to his words and to the fire raging behind you. This is too much you're not sure if you can handle this. Tears begin to sting your eyes beige you have the chance to stop it.

“O’Hara I can't do this with you. T-This isn't right I'm sorry I have to go” You push off of him not waiting for a response.

He grabs your hand before you have a chance to make it to the door. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just can't do this with you not right now. Please let me go” He gives you a nod before letting go running his hand through his hair. He looks stressed completely different from how he looked at you just minutes ago.

“You can sleep in my room tonight. I won't go in there so you'll be completely alone” You give him a nod barely even having the courage to look him in the eye. With hurried steps, you walk into his room without looking bad.

You close the door to his room and lean against it resting your hand against your chest the tears forcing to escape from your eyes.

This was just too much to handle.

He's just too much to handle.

This is all wrong he's your captor, and you're his hostage this cannot be.

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oharaslove · 2 days ago

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I'm glad this got some attention. When I posted it I thought it was flopping so bad 😭

This was supposed to be a one-shot but my mind keep adding more information and I can't keep it out. So anyway! This is part 1.

Summary: The story of Miguel's first and only love, you. A passage through the most significant moments of your relationship.

Word count: 2040

Tags: pre!Spiderman2099 Miguel x civilian!Reader + Spider!Miguel x civilian!Reader

||masterlist|| part 2>>

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎

𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

The fact that it was February was starting to annoy Miguel.

What was so appealing about it anyway?

“Ugh, love, love, love. Isn’t there something more important than love” You muttered under your breath, probably something not intended to his ears, but your words had reached him nonetheless.

“It’s okay, honestly.” He shrugged. “I can’t say I disagree. Valentine’s day is always the same.”

Miguel left out a belly laugh, one he hadn’t heard in a long time. “They are horrible.”

“They really are.” you answered, looking towards the button’s panel.

He darted his eyes quickly to the paper, his lab number written in it. Wait. HIS LAB.

“Uh…” he began.

Your mouth stretched into a smile from ear to ear. “Nice! Are you a geneticist too?!” You held your eyes in his, blinking slowly.

“Yeah…” he scratched his neck, looking away. Your gaze was intense, and he was feeling things he couldn’t explain. “I’ll lead you. This way”.

Miguel turned on his heels, not bothering to check whether you were following or not.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Miguel took another deep breath before closing his eyes and twisting the knob. He stepped in slowly…

Emptiness. There was not a single soul in the lab, just him.

Miguel stood locked in place. His brain processed the information. You weren’t here. He tried to recall your conversation the day before. You never told him you would be absent, right?

What if something had happened? You had a car accident! Or your flat caught on fire. Million thoughts running through his head, none of them happy.

“Miguel?” he heard from behind him.

He whipped his head around, his hands falling to his sides. There you stood, two coffee cups, one on each hand. You had a smile on your face, but upon seeing him, it dropped.

Miguel left out all the air he was holding, another sob cursing through his body. He slumped forward, his head landing on your shoulder. His arms snaked their way around your middle, embracing you.

You stiffened for a moment, before melting into his touch. Your own hands embracing him, caressing his broad back.

“Shhh it’s okay,” you cooed. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m here”.

Yes, you are, he thought. He sighed, all the tension in his body dissipating.

He pulled back from your shoulder, now towering over you, but not stepping back. His hands remained on your body, seeking your warmth. Yours regained their previous position, on his arms.

You looked up at him, your eyes big while examining him.

Miguel smiled, his eyes softening. “Thanks”

Oh, he was fucked.

𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦) 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!!

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oharaslove · 2 days ago

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The Fates That Tie Miguel O'Hara x Fated Mate PT 4

Summary: Miguel believes that his mate doesn't want him. And you believe that your mate is dead. What happens when the truth comes to light in an awful situation forcing him to hold you captive at HQ?

Tags: Hero Miguel x Villian, Fated Mates, enemies to lovers,, vulgar language, misunderstood villain(ehhh sometimes), mentions of child death, surprised pregnancy(later on or now...?) angst angst angst, things are finally changingggggg, 5.1k words

A/N: DOUBLE UPDATE!!! So happy that this story is moving along we might be halfway done with it already...Enjoy lovelies<333

Masterlist

Part 2 Part 3

•°~°•

Miguel wakes before you do. He knew that he would, especially with the way things went last night. Was he expecting the night to end with you panting above him? No. You looked so beautiful, his mate panting and moaning as he brought you to ecstasy. If you would allow it he would do this again and again but what's the point if it won’t be an act of love? He refuses to be in a relationship with his mate that’s not filled with love and laughter. Miguel has dreamed of being with his mate for so long no matter how ill he felt towards you because he thought you were with another, you will always be his.

He knew after everything that has happened to you he had to let you take the lead. It would've pained him if he saw fear in your eyes if he accidentally triggered you. Miguel has to try to get the images and sounds of you from last night out of his head if he doesn’t want to burn breakfast. As if on cue he feels the bond tugging him towards you. That means you’re up. It’s much stronger now that the Bond is completed. He wonders if you’ll give him the cold shoulder again or if there will finally be a shift in this relationship.

“Morning”, he says while plating your breakfast.

“Morning”

“How did you sleep last night?”

“I slept surprisingly well” Miguel watches you intently as he tracks your movements. You're walking differently from yesterday. He tries to fight the smile that's forming on his face but he can't because he knows it's because of him. You both eat breakfast in silence as he thinks of what to say next. He knows that if he mentions anything about a community event it's only going to take this relationship back further than what it already was.

It might be stupid of him to think this way but this relationship has to change now that you both slept together. This relationship has to change now that you've said you'd given him a chance.

He clears his throat before speaking. “We’re taking a tour of HQ today” Demanding instead of asking seems like it'll work on you.

“Fine, but I need my own clothes. I can't keep wearing your sweaters now that I don't need them anymore” He nods. “I’ll make sure to send someone over to get your stuff. Hurry up and get dressed there's a lot to see”

•°~°•

Finally, you're in your own clothes again. You decide to wear a dress since it's hot outside. Oddly enough you love wearing dresses. It was very quick and easy but putting on jeans and a top, just makes things way more difficult. You're wearing a simple purple spaghetti strap dress today but as you stare at yourself in the mirror you realize that you might have to wear something else.

There's a reddish purple mark on the top of your right breast staring back at you for everyone to see. When did Mig—Spiderman give you this?

You sigh as you let your curls down, maybe this will help hide it. You look so tired the bags under your eyes are clashing with the bright color of your dress but oh well this will have to do.

You walk back into his office with his sweater in your hand and with just your luck there's a few spiders lingering in his office, all engaged in conversation.

You tune in with your powers just in case you have to attack. Even though you're still far away you can feel the heat of his stare on you. Angry is an understatement to the way he looks right now.

When you get close enough you hand him his sweater without a word turning to face the spiders in the room while sizing them up. “If it isn't the infamous Spark heard you caused quite of a ruckus the other day”

You stare at the boy in a leather jacket and shrug. “It was by accident but yeah I guess I did”

A man in a pink robe speaks. “Even though it's an accident it won't change the lives that were lost” You roll your eyes, do they really not think you know that already? You're about to say something when the sound of something vibrating reaches your ears. You look over at Spiderman who is staring you down. What's his problem?

Folding your hands under your chest you turn your body towards him and not only does the vibrating sound get louder but his eyes go straight to your chest.

Oh my God is—is he purring?

You take a step forward and he takes a step back. He lets out a breath and runs his fingers through his hair while staring at the ceiling.

“Why are you making that sound?”

“I'm not”

“You are”

“No, I'm not”

“Yes you are”

“And so what if I am?” Spiderman says as he takes a step closer.

“Oh sleeping with the enemy is crazy even for you Miguel” The blonde girl immediately hits the boy in his side and then a man in a robe starts to awkwardly cough ushering the two kids out the door. Oh boy, how in the world did he know?

“Maybe we should leave you two at it we're pretty busy anyway” They both begin to walk to the door. “Well, their fated mates of course they're going to….you know” He told them about you two? As they leave the woman with the glasses who's clearly pregnant squints her eyes at the two of you before walking off. Neither of you says anything until you're alone.

“I thought we weren't supposed to let anyone know where mates”

He turns to face the orange screens.“We're not supposed to let the police know. They are unfortunately a part of my inner circle. I had to tell them we need all the support we can get. I didn't tell them that we had sex though he figured that all out on his own”

You wish a black hole would come and swallow you whole right now because you definitely needed to be reminded of what happened between the two of you last night. You walk back up to him till you're in his line of sight again and his eyes dart from your chest to your face and the purring begins again.

“Are you going to tell me what that's all about?”

Minutes go by before he decides to answer your question. “It's a spider thing”

You look at him confusingly “So what all these spiders start to purr whenever they get horny or something?”

He shoots you an incredulous look. “I'm not horny and no”

“Well, you keep staring at my chest. We had sex once, is this whole mate thing not out of your system yet?”

“I don't think I'll ever get you out of my system”

You blink a few times before turning away from him. You need to go back to giving him the cold shoulder again so he can stop making comments like that. “Well use your hand and get it out somehow you're not touching me ever again”

He shrugs. “If you say so”

You roll your eyes and step away from him. The more distance between the two of you the better. “But as I was saying, why were you purring?”

“My DNA was spliced in half with a spider so naturally I would have the traits of one”

You question him trying to make sense of it all. “And that makes you purr?”

“Yes amongst other things. I've only ever made that sound once while I was eating so I don't know what triggers it” Did he just compare you to a plate of food?

“Are you saying that when you look at me it's the same as eating food? Oh my gosh, you're insane. Not only is my mate insufferable, but he's also a half-spider who purrs. Guess I'm a very lucky girl” You can't hide the sarcasm laced in your voice. You didn't ask for any of this hell for all these years you thought your mate was dead but as it turns out you were the only dead one, not him.

This time he turns to face you if you thought he was angry before then he's far from it right now. His emotions come barreling through in the bond he's upset and he's hurt. “You think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to be turned into a spider against my will? Do you think I wanted my mate to deal with having a mate who has to rely on Rapture for the rest of his life? To have a mate that with one wrong bite, my venom can paralyze you? Think before you fucking speak next time”

You stand there stunned, unable to formulate a sentence you didn't realize it but he backed you into a corner there's nowhere for you to run. He went from zero to one hundred in a blink of an eye it is clear that this is a sensitive subject for him. “ I didn't—know” Apologizing was never a strong suit of yours so instead of saying anything else you try to let him feel how sorry you are through the bond allowing him to feel your guilt. You both hold eye contact for a second until he eventually nods catching on to your emotions.

Giving him the cold shoulder should've been easy but…now you're not so sure. Before you can say anything else he takes a step back. “Are we still going on tour or what?”

•°~°•

Now you knew this place was big but you weren't expecting the tour to be an hour and a half long. There's so much to see here, not to mention the thousands of Spider Man's and woman's that are roaming around here as well. Of course, the majority of them if not all send dirty looks your way, one even gave you the middle finger. But once they catch sight of Spiderman 2099 by your side they immediately look away. Apparently everyone is scared of him. At least you know no one will mess with you while he's here. You rather have a mate that everyone fears than everyone likes and because of that you're feeling very….prideful and to think that he's made this all on his own just adds to-

Oh for goodness sake your feeling…things again. Immediately you steal a glance at Spiderman to find him with a knowing smirk on his face. Dammit, you gotta learn to cut off your emotions so he can't know exactly what you're feeling.

“Seems like you like what you see”

“I don't actually. I hate it, the colors are hurting my eyes and there are too many people here and the walkways are too long and unsafe not to mention the cafeteria is difficult to get to. You need to fix this” You turn away from him immediately when you see his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“You do know I can feel you right?”

You let out a huff. “Well then stop feeling me it's annoying and invasive”

“Well it's impossible given our current situation we will always feel each other's emotions until one of us dies”

“No plans on dying soon?”

“If I die then you will die shortly after that so then no” The rest of the way you both walk in silence you're just taking in the atmosphere and although you hate to admit it this place is quite lovely. Even though you aren't welcome here, it's beautiful. By the time you get to the cafeteria your feet hurt and you're really hungry. Spiderman goes to the back and gets a plate for you filling it up with a bunch of random things that don't go together. Pizza, salmon, a hamburger and of course vegetables. You look at the plate in confusion but you accept it anyway. When you asked about his plate he simply just said “I don't eat when I’m at work”.

When you get back to his office he resumes his work and then you eat. After that, you try to busy yourself with something to do. You check in with Steven and then of course Lyla happens to come out as well. Those two are like two peas in a pod. They just work so well together and their conversations flow easily unlike their Creators who are quite literally polar opposites.

When you go back the next day to HQ this time unfortunately he does have something for you to do. No more lounging around in his office while he works for 9 hours straight. He has you assorting files and data and most importantly he has you away from most if not all of the spiders. The only ones you come in contact with are the ones you met the last time. The man is a pink robe whose name is Peter and he has a little girl named Mayday. The blonde girl named Gwen the boy who honestly has a really nice sense of fashion Hobie and a woman who you don't think likes you that much Jess. For the most part, they are pretty…decent. A weird bunch for sure but decent.

A month passes and you and Miguel fall into a routine. He brings you home at the end of his work day and cooks food for the both of you. You both sleep in the same bed(although you do sometimes wake up with a limb of his on your person). He brings you to work and you do the work that he assigns oh and let's not forget the community events that you have to do every Friday.

Your relationship has progressed just a smidge but you realize he hasn't been making any grand gestures like you thought would happen once you agreed to give this relationship a chance. Has he been asking countless useless questions about you? Yes, yes he has. Like how was your childhood? Or how was working as a florist? And things of that nature. All of which makes no sense to you because it doesn't matter anymore. You will never get any of those things back.

It's Thursday and you expect today to be like any other day but instead of working on files and data, you're now a babysitter. Why would they leave a baby with someone who accidentally murdered hundreds of people? You haven't got a clue.

Now you're here having a staring contest with this 2-year-old while everyone is away on this mission. “I don't know what to do with you kid help me out here” She tilts her head at you and then begins to laugh. “Great so now my face is funny to you” After an hour or two you walk into the kitchen to make you both something to eat. You hate the fact that you're stuck in the house. Apparently it's safer for the both of you here than at HQ. You make her food first and then you make yourself chicken parmesan you might as well put your chef skills to use now. It was one of your favorite meals growing up.

Usually, the smell of spices brings you comfort but right now all you can think about is throwing up. You ignore the feeling chucking it off that it's just been a while since you've been in the kitchen cooking. When the food is done you set Maydays food down feed her first and then you eat yours. The perks of having kids putting their needs first before yours also mean you won't be eating until your food is cold.

You're happily eating your food when all of a sudden bile works up your throat and you're disgusted. Unable to make it to the bathroom you end up throwing up in the kitchen sink. “Where the hell did that come from?”

You look back at the little girl to make sure she's okay before heading into the bathroom to clean yourself up. It seems like dinner time is over for you right now.

You sit on the floor and watch her play before she crawls over to you. It’s getting late and you’re sure it’s passed her bedtime. “Alright kid off to sleep you go” She sits in front of you before resting her head on your stomach. What an odd thing to do but kids are super weird anyway and oddly enough as a few minutes pass by you realize she fell asleep. Since she’s sleeping in a weird position you have no choice but to stay like that since you’ll risk waking her up.

Ugh, you can’t stand children!

•°~°•

The next day after your community event or after your humiliation ritual you find yourself feeling more tired than ever. You've finally managed to clean up the park and now they have you cleaning up the debris from the building.

When Spiderman comes to get you the trip back is silent. You're in your head again. Cleaning up the debris with blood splattered all over the rocks was harder than you expected it to be. You never in your life wanted to kill people. Yeah, you enjoyed breaking things and wreaking havoc but to end a life to end a child's life was something you never wanted. What would Rosa think of you knowing that the blood of so many innocents is on your hands? You haven't been to the Orphanage or seen Rosa since everything changed for you. You can't help but wonder how the children are getting enough to eat or if they're still forced to eat the scraps that the city offers.

It isn't until Spiderman puts you down that you realize you've arrived.

You're walking into his office when he finally speaks up. “You're hurting”

“I told you to stop doing that”

“Time and time again you expect me to ignore when I feel you hurting and I will always let you know that I won't. I felt you for so long and I couldn't do anything about it and now that you're here I plan on doing something about it now that I can” You pause in your tracks. “I will never understand how you can still want to take care of me when all I do is push you away. I accidentally murdered a bunch of people. I've made things harder for you since we met and now that the masks are off how can you still want me knowing what I've done?” You weren't planning on having this conversation with him but it's about time that you do. Although it's only been a month each time he tries to get to know you a little more or whenever he takes care of you you can't quite understand why he does it. It isn't sex cause that's only happened once and he hasn't made any advances towards you since then. You have nothing to offer him so you can't understand why he would fight and put his life on the line to protect you when he gets nothing in return.

He takes a step closer to you resting his hand on your cheek as his thumb wipes away a fallen tear. “I've wanted you from the day I've felt you in my chest at 15. I was so excited back then knowing that my mate was alive and well. I pictured our whole lives together and then when I felt you that night and I couldn't be there for you made me hate myself for being so worthless that I couldn't even protect my mate from harm. Since that night I vowed to myself that I would protect you the moment we met at 23. But then once began to feel you with another I thought you didn't want me. While I saved myself for you, you were with multiple people and it broke me. My hate for you grew and then when I got a family of my own and I lost them too it got even worse. But despite everything, there would be random days where I would spend hours looking for you neglecting my own duties in the process. Then when I found out that day all the ill feelings I had for you went away. Knowing that you didn't purposely try to ignore me changed things and then when I got to know bits and pieces of you I felt the need to protect you from all harm all over again. Just leaving you with the police every Friday is hard knowing that every person there wants you dead. But despite it all, you're my mate I know what happened was an accident and I'm trying to help you fix that so we can live the life we both deserved and always wanted”

You have to let his words soak in. He's just revealed so much to you and he has been doing that since the beginning and yet you haven't. You need to allow yourself to enjoy and relish the feeling of having a mate your whole life. You thought he was dead and now that you've had him you've been pushing him away. “After that night in order to cope with my innocence being taken away, I thought that sleeping with other men would help ease the pain. I thought that it would be different since I was in control of my body and since it was consensual. But if I knew you were alive I swear I would've never-” Your voice breaks the second your emotions become too much and you find yourself leaning into him. You've always hated being vulnerable and when it comes to him it's even worse.

But it's time you've started addressing these feelings rather than forcing them back down. How long are you going to force yourself to deal with this pain all on your own? When are you going to finally give yourself that freedom you've always craved for? “I-I’m sorry for the way I've been treating you since the day I found out we were mates. I want to try for real this time I want to make this work” You stare up at him feeling more vulnerable than you've ever been. He brings his other hand to cradle the other side of your face and you grab onto his wrists.

Moving your thumbs in a circular motion over his pulse. Your mate is alive and after everything, your mate still wants to be with you.

He rests his forehead against yours and you both soak in the feeling of having each other. “And here I thought you said you were going to try a month ago” You can hear the amusement in his voice. “Yeah I kinda did lie to you that day so I'm sorry for that too I guess”

“You guess?”

“You know what I mean” You both stay like this for a while and then he pulls away and you both walk into his office silently, probably unsure of what to say next.

He’s working staring at those orange screens for hours and you're working on the assorting files and data. Finally, after working on this for a month you can say that you're done with it. You’re about to walk over to Spider-Man when Steven pops up in front of you.

“Boss I have a favor to ask you”

“Oh brother, what is it? With that look on your face, I know it won’t be anything good”

“It’s not that bad…I just need you to hang out with Spider-Man so I can take Lyla out on a date” You blink once, twice, and a third time before you actually process what he just said. “Steven a date really!?”

“Yes really. Lyla and I listened in you and Miguel made up now so you guys should have no problem hanging out right?”

“First that was a private conversation second we just hatched things out between us like an hour ago human relationships don’t work like that we can’t just immediately go on a date after all that. There was—like you know tears and stuff so I don’t feel like jumping his bones right now”

Steven raises an eyebrow at you. “I’ve never said anything about jumping his bones boss you did. Just this once we just need you guys to be in the same room and we’ll do the rest and I don’t really see the problem. You guys literally sleep in the same bed, live together, and everything. You finally found your fated mate and I think I found mine” You clear your throat before rolling your eyes and making a beeline for Spiderman.

“Hey have you-”

“Yeah, I heard that your AI asked mine out on a date. What are the odds huh?” You narrow your eyes at him. Does he think this is funny? “Just so you know when I created my AI the thought of them being romantically involved with another AI was the last thing on my mind”

“As was mine. Do you think I created her for that?” He raises his eyes as if to question you. You let out a sigh before turning to face Steven, your eyes dancing between him and Lyla. “They want us to go back to the house so their lovely date can start” You watch him waiting for a response but he doesn't say anything he's just staring at you. When you finally go to open your mouth he clears his throat before he speaks.

“Well, it'll only make sense that we'll have a date of our own no?”

•°~°•

You can't believe you allowed Steven and Lyla to talk you into this. You don't mind giving them their privacy to have a date on their own but now you have to be stuck in a room with Spiderman after you both did the most embarrassing thing ever.

You expressed your feelings.

It was fine while it lasted but now that the feelings have gone you both have to sit here being super…weird and awkward.

And to make things worse you're in the bedroom the last time you both were open about your feelings in here you guys had sex and over your dead body is that going to happen again.

You're fully changed into your PJs “Is it really okay if we leave them like this? Out in the living room by themselves”

“You're talking about two AI’s I think they'll be fine and they know to return to us when they're done”

You nod as you begin to get under the covers, you're fully washed up, you're emotionally drained and all you want to do is go to sleep. “I know it just feels like my child is having a date for the first time and I don't like it. I created Steven with my own mind and brain and logistics and now he's dating? This makes no sense” You watch as Spiderman follows suit getting under the covers but at least you're fully clothed he's only in his underwear for goodness sake.

“And would it kill you to put some clothes on?”

He raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Why are you getting distracted?”

“No, I want to throw up actually”

“Well that's unfortunate” You roll your eyes before lying on your side to face him. He mirrors you as well before resting his hand on your waist. His hand begins to move up and down his touch sending shivers down your spine. It takes him a while to say something as if he's building up the courage to do so. “I think you would be a good mom. Did you ever want kids?”

His hand stops moving the second your eyes meet. “Where is this coming from? Our life—my life to be exact is up in flames. I'm technically a fugitive. I am in no position to have a baby and I already told you I can't have kids anymore. I know we hashed out the tension that was between us but kids-”

“No that's not what I meant, I was just asking I'm curious about you that's all and I already lost a kid once I don't think I could do that again”

Not to be dramatic but it feels like everything around you stops. Cue the record scratching. He have a baby with someone else? You get that he was angry at you for all those years but to have a kid with another woman hurts. It hurts more than you expected it to. “Y-You had a kid with someone else?” You hate the way your voice sounds so fragile right now. This is the last thing you want.

“Yes I mentioned it earlier but it's complicated but another version of me did from another dimension and he died so out of desperation I took his spot”

“Is that even possible?”

“It is but it came with a great cost. Her dimension disappeared, she died in my arms and I—I don't want to go through that again losing a child. But in the future where all of Nueva York isn’t out to get you 5 maybe 10 years from now. I'm sure we can provide a stable home for one of the kids at your Orphanage until they can get a better one” You stare up at him completely at a loss for words right now. You still aren’t sure how this man can put all his eggs into one basket for you. How can he already plan a future with you when you are both unsure of what tomorrow holds? What if he grows tired of you what if he changes his mind one day and makes a kid-

“You’re doing it again aren't you?”

You roll your eyes taking shelter under the sheets. “Ugh stop being so in tune with my emotions”

“Never, but it’s just food for thought we can stay as long as you want child free and if you change your mind that's fine. We’re a team remember we are in this together” He ducks under the covers with you his hand finding home on your waist again. “Now let's go to sleep while our AI’s can be happy on a date in our living room” Without warning he kisses your nose and it takes you everything in your power not to push him away.

“I like you better when we were fighting”

“And I like you just the way you are”

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𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 + 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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Rules for requests 1. Has to be for Miguel or, maybe, I am open to Peter Parker, comic Peter, I am not comfortable writing for real people (like Tom or Andrew) 2. I don't write about abuse/pedophilia and all those kinds of stuff. I don't mind angst, but this that are morally wrong is a NO go. 3. I honestly don't mind smut, but I don't know if I am good at it. We'll see

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This was supposed to be a one-shot but my mind keep adding more information and I can't keep it out. So anyway! This is part 1.

Summary: The story of Miguel's first and only love, you. A passage through the most significant moments of your relationship.

Word count: 2040

Tags: pre!Spiderman2099 Miguel x civilian!Reader + Spider!Miguel x civilian!Reader

||masterlist|| part 2>>

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎

𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

The fact that it was February was starting to annoy Miguel.

What was so appealing about it anyway?

“Ugh, love, love, love. Isn’t there something more important than love” You muttered under your breath, probably something not intended to his ears, but your words had reached him nonetheless.

“It’s okay, honestly.” He shrugged. “I can’t say I disagree. Valentine’s day is always the same.”

Miguel left out a belly laugh, one he hadn’t heard in a long time. “They are horrible.”

“They really are.” you answered, looking towards the button’s panel.

He darted his eyes quickly to the paper, his lab number written in it. Wait. HIS LAB.

“Uh…” he began.

Your mouth stretched into a smile from ear to ear. “Nice! Are you a geneticist too?!” You held your eyes in his, blinking slowly.

“Yeah…” he scratched his neck, looking away. Your gaze was intense, and he was feeling things he couldn’t explain. “I’ll lead you. This way”.

Miguel turned on his heels, not bothering to check whether you were following or not.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Miguel took another deep breath before closing his eyes and twisting the knob. He stepped in slowly…

Emptiness. There was not a single soul in the lab, just him.

Miguel stood locked in place. His brain processed the information. You weren’t here. He tried to recall your conversation the day before. You never told him you would be absent, right?

What if something had happened? You had a car accident! Or your flat caught on fire. Million thoughts running through his head, none of them happy.

“Miguel?” he heard from behind him.

He whipped his head around, his hands falling to his sides. There you stood, two coffee cups, one on each hand. You had a smile on your face, but upon seeing him, it dropped.

Miguel left out all the air he was holding, another sob cursing through his body. He slumped forward, his head landing on your shoulder. His arms snaked their way around your middle, embracing you.

You stiffened for a moment, before melting into his touch. Your own hands embracing him, caressing his broad back.

“Shhh it’s okay,” you cooed. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m here”.

Yes, you are, he thought. He sighed, all the tension in his body dissipating.

He pulled back from your shoulder, now towering over you, but not stepping back. His hands remained on your body, seeking your warmth. Yours regained their previous position, on his arms.

You looked up at him, your eyes big while examining him.

Miguel smiled, his eyes softening. “Thanks”

Oh, he was fucked.

𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦) 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!!

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oharaslove · 3 days ago

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This is so creative, hello?!?!?! Omg

Huzzah!

#spiderman across the verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #atsv #atsv miguel #spiderverse miguel

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Lover🌷

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON skull AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know that a certified Skull thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

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#oharaslove #oharaslove answers #thank youuu

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😭😭

Yeeeessss, we have our Miggy back (sorta)

Joel is such a hypocrite dude. Punch yourself in the face asshole!! Even though, it wasn't the best way, he showed he still cared?? Somehow?

Anyway, if he really cared and still loved us he should grant our wishes and stay the fuck away!!!

I can't wait for the baby's first kick and Miguel feeling it 🥺.

This is going so good!!! I love your writing darling!! So good 🤍🤍

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓑eauty 𝓞f 𝓣his 𝓜ess ♡ 𝓒hapter 𝓢eventeen

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀military!miguel⠀𝓍⠀fem!neighbor!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀you finally move back to your apartment only to find joel showing up again and shockingly knows about your pregnancy. he connects two and two together that miguel is the father, then chaos unleashes between the two.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀angst, pregnancy, physical violence (asswhooping), arguments, swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises, hurt/comfort, ends with fluff

❛⠀ previous chapter⠀⋅⠀masterlist⠀⋅⠀next chapter ⠀❜

after some time, you finally move back to your apartment. it was obvious you couldn’t stay at anne’s forever and abandoned your home. luckily, miguel wasn’t there when you moved back since his bike was gone when you arrived. you were able to move back without dealing with his ass. although, miguel will eventually find out and will continue running back to you and beg for forgiveness.

all you wanted to focus on was cleaning up your apartment. since you only took clothes, personal hygiene and stuff, you simply had to unpack. luna missed home too as her fluffy tail wagged happily the moment you two entered the apartment. after unpacking, you decide to get a snack. the pregnancy cravings have been interesting, right now you desire pickles and peanut butter. well, the baby desires that, you simply just follow their instructions.

resting on the couch with luna snuggled beside you, you spend time of solitude with watching your comfort show and munching on those peanut butter covered pickles. just a peaceful moment.

that peacefulness ends abruptly when you hear loud knocks on the door, making you jump a little. luna begins barking, hops off the couch, and runs to the door while barking. she only barks if something bad happens. suddenly, your heart beat increases as anxiety begins invading your veins. slowly rising from the couch, you hesitantly approach the front door. part of you believes it could be miguel and he found out you’re back. however, he would never knock on your door like that, loud and almost panicky. peeking through the peep hole, your eyes widen immensely in shock and a gasp left your lips. swiftly unlocking and opening the door, your heart drops.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

standing right in front of you is the last person you would ever expected to see.

“is it true?” joel asks with concerned eyes, his hands gripping both sides of the doorframe. his chest heaving frantically as if he ran a marathon.

what the fuck is joel doing here?

why the hell is he back?

all you can do is stand there in pure shock. the last time you saw this asshole was a few months ago when he unexpectedly showed up and tried to win you back in some way. you told, demanded joel to leave and never return to new york.

so why is he back for the second damn time?

“why the fuck are you back, joel?” you demand through gritted teeth, holding back from yelling.

“tell me is it true.” he sounds so… desperate.

your brows furrowed in pure confusion. “what the hell do i tell you what’s true?”

“you’re pregnant.”

joel watches your eyes widen in shock, basically giving him the answer he needs.

“how the fuck do you know?” you demand, the grip on the door handle tightens in anger.

“it is true…” his hands slowly come off the sides of the doorframe and takes a step back, sighing in disbelief. “you’re… you’re pregnant… shit.” he ran a hand through his brown curly locks.

you frown at him confusion once again. “joel, why the fuck are you here? i told you to never come back and leave me the fuck alone!”

“because you’re pregnant!” he shouts back back, raising his hands in the hand frustratingly.

how… how in the world does this bastard know? why does he care? it’s not any of his business.

before you can explore in front of him, you take a very deep breath to calm yourself. “i’m gonna ask one more time and you better fucking answer.” you look at joel dead in the eye. “how do you know?”

“maria.” joel reveals. “the other day she saw a picture your sister posted on facebook with you and her saying that she’s gonna be an auntie. one day i went over to tommy’s to pick up sarah when i overheard them talking about you being pregnant.”

shit… you forgot your sister and maria are friends. they were friends in college before your sister left texas and moved back to new york after graduating. during your relationship with joel, the three of you would hang out together when your sister visited. although after the breakup and you moved back, you weren’t really close with maria anymore. nothing against her, you were too heartbroken to focus on anything and she didn’t blame you. you also don’t blame your sister for posting that picture, she was very excited to be an aunt and wanted to spread the word, with your permission of course. she was not at fault whatsoever, you just simply forgot.

“i-i just couldn’t fucking believe it… i really couldn’t…” joel adverts his glaze from yours, looking down somberly. “i couldn’t believe you were- are pregnant… that you’re gonna be a mom…” he raises a hand and rubs the temples of his forehead, sighing deeply. “i just couldn’t fucking believed it…”

honestly… you aren’t even sure of how to respond or reaction to this situation. the same asshole who broken your heart comes back after demanding him to never return and feels devastated you’re pregnant.

“why do you care?” you sound agitated.

joel looks back at you with glossy eyes. “because it’s you… because i still love you.”

oh now you are pissed off. “oh no… oh no no no. you don’t get to pull that damn card on me. you cheated on me and broken my fucking heart, now you’re devastated i’m pregnant with someone else’s kid? un-fucking-believable. you selfish piece of shit.”

“i know, i know i’m selfish and i’m so sorry for what i did to you and for hurting you.”

“go fuck yourself.” you move to close the door on him quickly but his firm hand stops you.

“please, i know i fucked up and i knew coming back was a bad idea. i just needed to see you—”

“fuck off, joel.” you try closing the door but no avail since joel is really putting his strength in.

“please, baby—”

“IT’S NOT YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!”

his hand comes off the door as joel steps back from being startled by your yelling. seeing your angry state makes him guilty as hell. his eyes lowers to the visible tiny baby bump poking through your shirt. suddenly, joel feels tears prickling in his eyes.

there it is, the confirmation of his thoughts. the proof that he was dreading to know. he has nothing against your baby, no absolutely not. joel just can’t accept the fact it’s someone else’s child. some other man had the honor of being with you, the amazing person that you are, and now having a baby with you.

but now thinking about the other man, joel wonders who could it possibly be.

“who’s the father?” his tone turns serious.

his question pisses you off. “none of your business, now get the fuck out of here, joel.”

he takes a step closer, a stern look illustrated on his face. “not until you tell me who the father is.”

now you have a stern expression as well. “i’m not gonna tell you again, leave.”

joel thinks for a moment of possible candidates. from the last time he was here, he recalls some guy who stood by you. the one who told him to back off and leave you alone. joel called him your bodyguard and you quickly defended him. then, he remembers accusing you and that guy dating. again, you got defensive about it. you and him, side by side.

that’s when it clicks.

“is that guy, isn’t it? the freakishly tall one who looks like he’s built on fucking steroids?” joel inquires, resting his hands on the doorframe again.

he knew, the way your eyes widen ever so slightly, that was his answer.

“he’s not in the picture.” you blurt out.

his expression changes into a confused one for a moment. “not in the picture? what do you mean…” another realization. “he left you…?”

oh fuck.

why the hell did you say that?

you see the gears shifting in his mind. the many emotions of flashing across his face. anger, frustration, disbelief. the sudden heavy breathing and heaving chest gave it away as well.

“that son of a bitch…”

joel pushes himself away and begins walking away in pure rage, breathing heavily and fists clenched at his sides as he storms through the hallway.

shit shit shit.

panic settles in your bones. “joel, wait—”

you curse at yourself, running back to grab your phone and chase after joel before he does something he will regret. unfortunately, he’s already in the elevator by the time you rush out the door. you can only hope miguel isn’t arriving home right now.

why did you say that? now because of your stupid mistake, you pinned a target on miguel’s back. never have you been more frustrated with yourself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ┈ ୨ ₊ ┈ ౨ৎ ┈ ₊ ୧ ┈

miguel returns from the boxing gym, the first in almost two months. after a while of drowning himself in guilt and regret with no motivation to do anything, he finally got moving on his feet. miguel knew he couldn’t risk his health, at least physically. started boxing again, eating healthy again and finally shaved. however, the guilt still lingers and will never be forgotten. the self-loathing remains in his veins. still no answer from you, still hasn’t seen you since the wedding. all he wished was to see you again.

as he parked and gathered his duffle bag in one hand and throw it over his shoulder in one swift motion, he hears rapid footsteps approaching from behind. as miguel turns around, his eyes widen in disbelief as he recognizes your asshole of an ex joel approaching him with a pissed off expression.

miguel didn’t have time to react when joel’s fist comes into contact with his cheek with harsh force, knocking him off balance and dropping his duffle bag onto the ground with a loud thud.

“you son of a bitch.”

miguel couldn’t block joel’s second attack in time as his fist strikes aggressively him in the stomach, momentarily knocking some the air out of his lungs.

“HOW COULD DO THAT TO HER?!” joel’s yelling echos throughout the parking garage. “KNOCK HER UP AND LEAVE HER?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

as he catches his breathe and regains his strength, miguel’s brows furrowed briefly in confusion. how the fuck does joel know you’re pregnant? the fucker lives in texas and you don’t talk to each other.

“YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!”

just as joel strikes in for a third time, miguel blocks his attempt by grabbing joel’s hand that’s balled up in a fist prepared to punch and begins applying pressure on it, as if crushing it which earns a weak groan from the smaller man.

“you’re the fucking idiot, pendejo.” miguel’s hot angry breath hits against joel’s face, piercing brown eyes starring down at the pathetic man.

without giving joel the chance to respond, miguel strikes him in the stomach with his knee, knocking the air out his lungs and making joel wheeze in pain as he crumbles onto the ground. miguel backs off for a moment and stares at joel pathetically wheezing and clutching onto his stomach. he knows better than to continue fighting, it would only create more chaos. as much as his body is burning with anger, miguel doesn’t want to send joel to the hospital. considering his tall height, muscular build, and military experience, joel wouldn’t stand a chance. the last thing he wants is be charged with assault.

backing away, miguel turns around to pick up his abandoned duffle bag until he feels a harsh kick in the back, making him stubble on his feet.

“this ain’t finished, asshole.” joel snickers, putting up his fists while wheezing in pain.

rubbing the spot where he was kicked on his back, miguel turns back around to face this idiot once again. he scoffs at joel’s fighting stance, as if he has a chance and the chances are pretty low.

“mira, cabrón… you were supposed to be gone and never come back. why the fuck are you here again?”

“because you got her pregnant and left her. you fucking coward left her all alone to deal with this shit. you selfish piece of shit.”

his thick brows furrowed more as the anger continues bubbling up inside. “i’m the selfish one? says the bastard who cheated on her, broke her heart and tried to beg her to come back.”

joel grimaced at that, pathetically, but still holds his ground. “i’m not the one who knocked her up and left her for who fucking knows how long!”

miguel’s heart stings at that. both of them hurt you, broken your heart twice with their stupidity. both scenarios are terrible, both men are pieces of shit for hurting you. truthfully, neither men deserve you.

“i know my mistakes, i take full responsibility for the pain i caused her and i hate myself for it every fucking day.” miguel’s fists clenched at his sides.

“you don’t think i feel the same?!” joel exclaims. “to this fucking day, i regret that night. every fucking night, i still see her crying in my sleep. her crying and screaming still rings my ears every waking moment. so don’t think i don’t know my mistakes.”

“a mistake that costed you your daughter.”

oh that set off the bomb.

joel’s face contorts into a scowl as the anger boiling inside carries his feet and strikes at miguel once again, breaking into a full blown fight. grunts and groans echo in the air as punches and kicks were thrown around between the two men. blood splatter on the ground from the violence. miguel is mostly succeeding due to his larger, muscular build along with military combat experience. honestly, he’s going a bit easy on joel. he doesn’t wanna kill him.

finally, you rush your way out to the parking lot but seem to be too late as you notice both men practically killing each other. panic invades your body as you witness the brutal scene. you can’t let kill each other, especially over you.

what should you do?

they won’t stop and you can’t interfere because you can’t risk yours and the baby’s safety.

“STOP!” you rush over towards both men, still maintaining distance from the violence.

your screaming echos throughout the entire parking garage which stops the fight. both men turn to you and notice your pissed off yet terrified state. guilt and shame invade their bodies like a plague as the realize what they have done. their stupid actions caused you to scream at the top of your lungs and possibly risk your health and the baby’s. stress is not good for both the mother and baby.

“what the fuck is wrong with you both?!”

still, neither miguel or joel could answer due to the shame consuming them whole. they can’t even look at you in the eye because they feel so ashamed.

“are you both fucking stupid?! killing each other as if that would solve anything!” you shout, as if reprimanding two little boys who fought over a toy.

you had to take a deep breath for the sake yourself and the baby. with this shitshow, a headache is slowly developing and that’s the last thing you need.

“this ends now or else i won’t hesitate to call the cops your dumbasses.” you scowl at them both.

“mi alma, lo siento—”

“cállete.” your glare shuts miguel up before your eyes move on to joel. “i told you to never come back yet why am i not surprised you never listen. i don’t care that you needed to see me, i’m perfectly fine. if i ever see your ass here again, i’ll beat the shit out of you. so for the last time, fuck off joel.”

the smaller man simply stood there like an idiot. brown eyes filled with pity and guilt. he knows your right and can’t even argue back. there was no point of defending himself, he’s part of the problem. as much as he doesn’t want to and say something back, joel simply nods with a pitiful look and walks away, vowing he will never return on behalf of your wishes.

it’s like deja vu, you and miguel stand in silence as joel walks away into the void. expect this time you’re not only pissed at him but at miguel as well.

once joel was out of sight, your attention turns to miguel. you can tell he wants to talk, explain himself but he knows better than to not let you talk first.

“i know you didn’t start it but you played along.”

miguel sighs heavily as his shoulders deflate, knowing you’re right. “i know, i’m sorry… for disappointing you… i have no excuse.”

you know he’s sorry and you want to give him a chance to explain. but right now you are more concern about the bruises on his face and knuckles, decorated in blood. the sight makes your heart ache.

“how badly did he hurt you?”

miguel briefly blinks in confusion by the sudden topic change but realizes how fucked up he looks. “just a few bruises here and there but i’ll be fine.”

you take a few steps towards him, eyes scanning at the each injury. sure, miguel is the bigger man but joel can put up a fight and there is some evidence on miguel’s face, especially that awful bruise on his cheek. your heart stings at the awful injury but your blood boils at what joel did to him.

“you’re clutching your stomach and you’re wheezing, you’re not fine, miguel.” your concerned eyes meet his own. “we need to clean you up.”

as your hand goes to grab his wrist, miguel pulls it back. “mi amor, it’s okay. don’t worry—”

“miguel, i’m not leaving you out here suffering in pain. please, let’s go…”

fuck, he can’t resist those gorgeous pleading eyes and sweet caring tone. the fact you still care for him, worried for his wellbeing after the shit you went through because of him makes miguel’s heart swell.

“okay…”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ┈ ୨ ₊ ┈ ౨ৎ ┈ ₊ ୧ ┈

you and miguel return to your apartment. dragging him to your couch before leaving to fetch the first aid kit. you had to help him first to sit down because of the pain erupting in his stomach due to joel’s harsh punch. you were scared, scared that he would collapse but miguel reassured you he was fine. however, he didn’t tell you how much his skin was on fire by your touch since it’s been weeks. just to be with you this close again makes his heart soar.

once again, it’s deja vu. you two sitting on the couch in your apartment, you cleaning up his wounds while miguel admires you in silence. eventually, he takes off his shirt so you can inspect and care for the large bruise on his stomach. it takes you back to the first time this scenario happened. you also remember what happened afterwards. the memory makes you and miguel bashful messes, cheeks warmed up. a small hiss escapes his lips as you gently dap the cotton ball on his bloody, bruised knuckles.

“sorry…” you flash him an apologetic look.

“it’s okay.” he offers a small reassuring smile.

while cleaning his wounds with much tenderness, guilt begin to creep up. “this is all my fault…”

miguel’s brows furrowed in confusion. “it’s not your fault. why do you say that?”

“when joel found out i was pregnant, he wanted to know who’s father but i didn’t tell him. eventually he found out it’s you by himself…” your movements pause for a moment as the guilt increases, refusing to look at him in the eye. “i told him you weren’t in the picture… that’s why he chased after you… because of my stupid mouth and i basically ratted you out… it’s my fault… i got you hurt…”

your admission breaks miguel’s heart. it hurts him to see you drown yourself in guilt and blame yourself for the fight. he knows you said ‘he isn’t in the picture’ due to the lingering anger you have for him and miguel doesn’t blame you one bit. he also doesn’t blame you for the fight either. joel’s feelings got the best of him, clouded his judgment and went to strike first. plus, miguel indulge in it as well.

“mi alma…” his fingers gently reach your chin and tilt your head to face him with sad eyes. “it’s not you fault, it’s mine and that asshole. you didn’t rat me out, you spoke the truth. i wasn’t there for you and i regret that every single day, you still feel hurt so you were not in the wrong to say that. the fight was between me and that idiot. plus, i indulged in it by saying dumb things. please don’t blame yourself, mi alma… it hurts me to know you feel guilty…”

you can’t ignore the swelling of your heart because of his caring nature, especially that gentle tone he uses whenever he’s with you. oh how you miss that soft, caring tone of his. how you miss him in general, it makes you wanna cry. in fact, you can actually feel tears swelling up in your eyes but you blink them away. however, as attentive as he is, miguel gingerly wipes a tear that escaped with his thumb.

“no llores, mi amor…” he spoke softly, his heart aches every time you cry.

“sorry… the hormones don’t help.” you chuckle halfheartedly, blinking the tears away.

miguel’s eyes briefly land on your slightly swollen belly peeking through your shirt adorably. “it’s okay.” he smiles softly, his eyes return to yours.

realization hits when you both notice his hand still lingers on your chin, thumb caressing your cheek. this is the first time he has touched you since the wedding, but really since you were still together, which was about two months ago.

it’s been two months deprived of each other’s touch and goddamnit you both miss it so much. you miss each other so much. it hurts so badly.

you just wanna forget it. you just wanna hug and kiss after what feels like an eternity. to feel and embrace each other again. but the pain and anger still lingers. a big discussion needs to happen in order for those dreams to come true. you need to solve the problem first before you can receive your reward.

“i’m… i’m so sorry…” miguel says your name so softly yet laced with regret. you don’t miss the way your heart falters as he lets go of your chin, wanting his touch back. “for what i did, for hurting you—”

you quickly shake your head, resting a hand on his forearm to stop him from going further. “don’t. not right now, please. we can talk tomorrow. right now, i need you to rest, okay?”

although he really wishes to express his guilt, miguel understands and decides to leave it all for tomorrow. a long conversation ahead for you both.

“okay.”

silence fell between you two, unsure where the conversation should go next. thinking, an idea pops into your mind. an interesting idea yet you believe it could lighten the mood a little.

“i think i know something that could cheer you up.”

one of his thick brows quirk up curiously. “what?”

“do you… do you wanna feel them?…”

miguel looks at you confused until he notices your hand resting on your slightly swollen belly. his eyes widen in surprise “w-wait, really? are you sure?”

you nod, softly smiling. “i’m sure.”

“no no no, are you really sure porque—”

his lips shut as you gently takes his hand and guide it towards your belly, placing on top of it. miguel’s heart flutters at the sensation. he is touching your baby bump for the first time, feeling his baby for the first time, even if they can’t move yet. he just can’t believe it. a rush of adoration flows through his veins. he swears he could cry at this moment. you feel the same, heart racing in your chest.

his eyes flickers to yours, which are already looking at him, and your breaths pause as you stare at one another which feels like a lifetime. feeling the reconnection as you bond with your baby.

a heartwarming moment.

a flicker of potential hope.

once you packed up the first aid kit, despite miguel’s offer to help which you kindly decline, you leave to put it away in your bathroom. just as miguel believes it’s time to leave, he sees you walk back in with a pillow and a blanket in your arms.

“what are you doing?” he asks.

“giving you a pillow and a blanket.”

then, he realizes. “bebé, i’m not sleeping on your couch or staying.” miguel is still under the impression you don’t want him here because you still resent him.

“you’re not, you’re sleeping on the inflatable mattress.”

before he could respond, the pillow and blanket are shoved into his hands as you walk back to your room to fetch the inflatable mattress. miguel stands there like an idiot as you return with the mattress in your hands. his expression makes you giggle.

“don’t just stand there like a dumbass, help me.”

while pumping up the inflatable mattress, miguel can’t help but feel a bit bad.

“bebé, you don’t have to do this. i can go home and come back in the morning.”

the nickname makes your heart flutter, it’s been so long and you miss it.

“miguel, you can barely stand. you’re staying here and resting. i’m not taking no as an answer.”

miguel forgot how much he loved when you boss him around. “alright, alright. you win.” he softly chuckles, raising his hands in defeat.

once the mattress is ready and set it up with the pillow and blanket, you and miguel say goodnight before parting ways. not until he softly calls out your name, making you stop in your tracks.

“thank you…” a soft smile tugs his lips, the same smile that always melts your heart.

“siempre…” you offer a smile before shutting off the light and head to your room for the night.

both of you slept well that night.

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