#it's not a completely outlandish request is it? 🥺 you would do that for me right mi amor? 🥺
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Mhm you'll have to wait and see
-Hanma
I don't like the sound of that .... why does my present have a time limit?! Besides I'm leaving in a few so I'll be there soon. If any of the nurses try and steal my present can you break their legs for me? 🥺
#hals character anons#snort ok ok that actually made me laugh#it's not a completely outlandish request is it? 🥺 you would do that for me right mi amor? 🥺
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Hi I saw your req open and I flew here ehe-
Hear me out please 😭
Miguel is a geneticist (someone who works around denetics) and sometimes he doesn't understand the programs that he 'made' and Lyla has to help him. That makes Peter B. and the spider-teens very suspicious of him.
What's even more suspicious is that once a month he leaves the Spider HQ to who-knows-where.
After some stalking investigating, they find out that every time that he leaves; he goes to a park to meet [Reader], that is the one who helped with all the tech he has at HQ.
When he returns the next day, he is confronted about it and explains that [Reader] is an old friend and he trusts them with the Multiverse secret. However Peter B. and the others obviously saw the mutual attraction between both of them so they help out Miguel confess to [Reader].
Fluff + a little suggestive with Gn Reader please ^^
Anyway drink lots of water and keep yourself healthy!! ❤❤
[Undercover Lover]
lab tester: @hikaru-sama 🩻
pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader
summary: Miguel is willing to stop the world for you, you just want to be the small part of his world that makes it better.
content warning: fluff, longing from reader and Miguel, the spider-teens are all menaces (as in they all have chismosavirus), Peter is Peter, a little suggestive but nothing crazy, I also made Miguel’s relationship with the teens pretty adorable (Papa Miggy 🥺)
word count: 5.8k, halfway proofread (don't ask...)
a/n: This request is not outlandish in any way, btw. It's very cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little extra to the programming aspect. THANK YOU TO THE MIGGY SERVER FOR YOUR HELP AS ALWAYS! I have been wallowing in the chats for who knows how long. I thought it would be cute and funny. Also, I've been doing better with my water intake! I hope you're proud. 🥺
Miguel blew out a tired breath, eyes blurry after staring at the same set of files all day.
“Lyla, could you replay the scan from this morning?”
“I don’t know, can I?”
Miguel frowned as his eyes panned to the flickering yellow glow, “Are we doing this right now?”
“Doing what?” Lyla posed with her head tilted in her hand.
“Lyla. Replay the scan from Earth 450-”
“Here’s what I found on scams on 4chan.”
“I said scans not scams- what are you talking about? And what is 4chan?”
Lyla switched to a pose that mimicked The Thinker, her heart-shaped glasses morphing into ones made of stone.
Miguel shifted his weight to one side, hands on his hips as he watched Lyla float around his desk.
“Pull up the LYrate Lifeform Approximation code.”
Lyla snickers, glasses shifting to match the marks of a clown’s face, “You don’t know how to work that, buddy.”
“I didn’t ask you to tell me that, I asked you to-”
Lyla opens the file before he can finish his spiel.
“Now, what?” Lyla whispers with glee. “Gonna hack into the motherboard? Break down the firewall?”
Miguel ignored her and read through the constant formulas, coding that he's never even seen before becoming longer and longer.
Lyla popped up right in his peripheral view, pulling out one of the smaller codes to highlight, “What’s this one mean?”
Miguel squints at the line, “Something about how you respond to tone?”
“It’s my hair color,” Lyla’s voice is high and giggly like she was anticipating his completely wrong answers. “What about this one?”
“I, I don’t know. Your jacket?”
“Voice modulator,” the code danced around him as Lyla switched her voice to something of an old Hollywood star. “You’re not very good at this, tuts.”
Miguel felt a strange chill as Lyla walked around with a long white dress instead of a jacket and her brown hair in curls falling down her back. She laughed at him some more as she pulled her now, thick-rimmed triangle-shaped sunglasses to the top of her head.
“Lyla-”
Miguel’s watch jolted, a notification blaring at him. He answered with haste, mind frantic.
“Miguel? Is something up with Lyla, because I asked her to find this Mysterio’s dimension, and she started playing some wrestler’s theme song instead,” Jess huffed, throwing the villain's body over the back of her motorcycle. “Now, he won’t stop singing it.”
Miguel felt his head start to pound, “Something’s going on with her. She’s not functioning at her normal state.”
“You’re never functioning at a normal state,” Lyla sighed dramatically, arm over her head with wind blowing around her. “Always so tense!”
“Oh my god?” Jess’s eyes went wide as she took in the Lyla at Miguel’s side. “Why does she sound like that?”
“I’m not sure, but I’m shutting her down until I can fix it. Just send the Mysterio back here.”
“You can’t turn me off, Miggy! Don’t you want me to sing for you?”
“Yeah, hurry up and log her off. She’s freaking me out.” Jess ended the call with a disgusted face.
With her gone, the room was filled with Miguel’s thoughts and Lyla humming and brushing her hair in a vintage mirror, something she would have never cared to do on a regular day.
Looking at the lines of coding in front of him, there was no way he was going to find what was happening.
He reached across his desk to a new screen, searching for a certain folder. Miguel laughed to himself as he read the title.
Don’t open unless it’s ABSOLUTELY crucial to your health…and well-being. .3.
Miguel would consider this a crisis.
He tapped the folder, watching as a sprout of several different colors surrounded him. He shifted it through the lights, some of them being pictures of you and him, some of them being animated GIFs of cats, and others being helpful guides to small technological problems. He kept searching until he found a yellow tab that read “LYLA? LIGHTS OUT!”
With one click, Lyla went from twirling and singing in heels to being dormant, gone to the Spider Society. Letting out the breath he was holding, he shifted the files back into the folder and geared up to make the announcement.
“Attention Spiders,” Miguel held his watch up to his mouth. “Lyla will be down for maintenance for a couple of hours.”
He could hear the collective groan from the society all the way in his office.
“And I will try my best to get her up and running for future missions. Until then, please send any anomalies directly to Margo and stick to local crimes as well as protecting your respective neighborhoods.”
As soon as he ended the announcement, Margo was flooding his watch with back-to-back memes. Miguel remained confused watching a little girl in a cowboy hat complain to her grandpa while he dismissed her.
“I can send someone else down there to help you.”
“no because if anyone breaks my tech, it’s coming out of YOUR 🫵🏾 paycheck”
“Everything comes out of my paycheck.”
“whatever dad”
“?”
Perturbed, but not wanting to waste any more time, Miguel locked his office and called your number.
Two rings and you were picking up the phone.
“Hey, Spider-ider!”
“Hi,” Miguel refused to admit how the nickname sounded cute coming from you. “I need your help with something.”
“No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t checked on you in forever.’ Just straight to business, huh?”
“Sorry,” Miguel collected himself. “How are things? Did you manage to get the job with that tech company?”
“Why, thank you for asking, Miguel! I’m pretty good. Things are different! I did end up getting that job, but the manager is eerily creepy, so I’m trying my best to pile up the meanest HR case or try to wiggle my way into a new department. So far, the former is slowly but surely working, not sure if my sanity can take much more. How are you?”
Miguel's eyebrows shifted a bit, “You know you can just call for my help if anything goes wrong, right?”
“Miguel, you’re protecting so many people. More than I can even fathom, actually. I’m not going to ask you to stop to check on me.”
You should. He’d drop everything.
“It wouldn’t take much from my end, I could just-”
“Miguel.”
He bit his cheek, knowing you wanted to move the conversation along.
“How are you?” you asked again, tone back to normal.
“I’m neutral. Same thing as always. Now, it’s just that Lyla was really unbearable today.”
“Unbearable how?”
Miguel went into every detail, pulling in some last-minute reports from other Spiders that managed to use her before he shut her down.
“So you’re telling me she glitched out, wore an alligator head, and integrated ‘Flat Fuck Friday’ into every conversation?”
“Well, that was just one of the many cases. Is that, is that all you heard?”
“No, I got it,” you fixed your face to try and hold back your laugh. “It sounds like she hit her funny bone.”
Miguel looked up at the ceiling and back at you, “This is serious.”
“And I’m being as serious as I can be!”
“She’s causing all of this trouble because of a funny bone.”
You laugh at Miguel’s deadpan tone, “Ok, so technically it’s called a laughing virus. It’s been hitting a lot of major search engines for some reason, but Lyla is the closest to human-like AI there is, so it’s a funny bone!”
“As stupid as that is, I need your help to come fix it.”
“Aw, you need me to come check your work?”
Miguel avoided your gaze, “There is no work. I couldn’t tell one line from the next.”
“But Miguel, you were doing so good last time. What happened?”
“I-I don’t know, I thought I had one right but I mixed up tones with shades.”
“That’s still on the same playing field, so you got something right! That’s good progress, Miguel.”
“Mm.”
“I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy, although you’ll probably just loom over the desk dramatically.”
Miguel opened his mouth to rebuttal but you already ended the call with a laugh.
With truly nothing but his thoughts, he hurried to clean his space. There were a few loose wires and an empty box from the cafeteria scattered around.
By the time you were tapping the code into his office door, his platform was back on the ground and he’d just swept up some dust that managed to build in the corner of the room.
“Don’t clean up now just because I’m here,” you watched as his shoulders jumped a bit at your voice.
“I’m not,” Miguel huffs and sets the broom against the wall.
“Sure.”
Miguel comes closer to you with his hands on his hips.
You were probably the main reason that Lyla was the way she was, sarcastic and immature.
The only difference was Miguel could mute Lyla or switch modes for some peace. For you? It was non-stop. The only way he knew how to get you to stop was a method that’s been crowding his dreams ever since he met you.
He saw your lips moving at a mile per minute, but nothing was really reaching his ears.
They looked so soft, so perfect. He wondered if he should just let the society function on its own for just a few more hours.
“Miguel!” You waved your hands in front of him. “Lyla being down has really stressed you out, huh? You’re unfocused.”
He cleared his throat, “I still have a lot of work to do.”
“Well, let’s get to it!”
Miguel moved so you could walk to his desk, heart racing.
Whatever it was you were about to try to teach him wasn’t going to stick. He just knew it.
“Hey, Miguel! You know, I was wondering if we could implement some type of spider-baby daycare? MJ is pretty busy these days,” Peter strided into Miguel’s office with a wiggly Mayday strapped to his chest.
The platform was down, but the serious figure was nowhere to be found.
“Miguel?”
Peter tried to feel him out, but there’s no way anyone could miss Miguel in plain sight.
“Hm,” Peter put two fingers out for Mayday grab. She squealed glee, taking one finger to chew on. “If I were a Miguel, where would I be?”
He pondered through the halls, eventually finding himself at the entrance of the cafeteria. Mayday looked up almost as if she was disappointed.
“I need fuel to think!”
Peter ran down the line grabbing his usual: a 2099 burger, a large fry, and a medium cola, he’s dieting!
At the end of the line, a familiar voice called his name.
“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” Peter made his way to the table occupied by the younger spider crew.
Miles squinted at him, “Not a kid, but it’s going good! Have you seen Miguel? He was supposed to be training me an hour ago, but he’s not answering his watch.”
“Funny that you say that,” Peter stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries. “Went to his office and he wasn’t there.”
“What is with him and disappearing lately? It’s not like him,” Gwen mumbled. “I was supposed to report to him not too long ago and he wasn’t here.”
“Time is an enigma,” Hobie was tuning his guitar. “Glad he’s finally taking advantage of it instead of chatting about doomsday.”
“True, but he missed part of the big party we planned three months ago, too,” Pavitr supplied.
The table stopped and stared at Pav with various deadpan looks.
“What? He promised he’d try my special dish! He never breaks our promises.”
“He did pile a load of work on me when Lyla broke. Usually, he would come down and help me, but he said he was busy fixing her,” Margo turned to Peter.
The table sat and pondered for just a second then the teens started spouting out nonsense.
“He’s retiring!”
“He’s going to give HQ up.”
“He’s not going to another universe again, right?”
“He’s finally taking breaks.”
“He’s dying!”
Again, the table stopped to look at Pavitr.
“False alarm?”
“Look,” Peter held his hands up. “I don’t think it’s any of that.”
“What makes you so sure?” Gwen sounded nervous.
“Uh, he would tell me!”
Miles snickered at that which caused Mayday to fall into a fit of laughter.
“What? He’s told me things before. We’re buddies!”
“And where is your so-called buddy right now?” Margo folded her arms.
“Touche,” Peter took a giant slurp of his drink, cupping a hand under it to make sure nothing dripped on Mayday’s head. “But don’t you have a way to find him?”
“The Grumpy GPS? Yeah, but I’ve never used it because he’s always here,” Margo sighs.
“How about the next time he disappears, you let us know?” Gwen suggested.
“Love it,” Hobie fist bumps Gwen.
Miles scratched his neck, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“Says the guy that snuck into the Spider Society,” Pavitr shook his head.
“That’s different.”
“Is it?” Gwen raised her eyebrow. “Margo is on Miguel-duty. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, right guys?”
Everyone nodded their head in determination.
Peter smiled. He’s still got this mentor thing down!
Margo was down near the Go-Home-Machine running Style Savvy through an emulator.
“That is so ugly,” she sang as she watched another contestant’s outfit go down the runway.
Her judging was interrupted by a dancing cartoon spider with bushy eyebrows.
She paused the game and stretched her arms to the other side of the room to give everyone a call, “Mission ‘Where is the Old Man?’ is up and running. The Grumpy GPS has been added to you guys’ gizmos. I’ve got everything ready to hack.”
“It sounds like we’re doing a lot more than tracking,” Hobie mumbled.
“But what if he actually is dying?” Gwen was lacing up her ballet shoes tight. “He would tell us, right?”
“Oh, but when I said that, it sounded crazy,” Pavitr pulled his mask down. “The double standards are appalling.”
“He could be just avoiding us. Can’t say it hasn’t happened before,” Miles’ voice was low and testy.
“He wasn’t avoiding you, Miles, he was just…projecting,” Gwen said matter-of-factly.
“Are we back on this? Sending the entire society after me is projecting. Missing our training sessions that he set up multiple times? That’s just foul.”
Gwen and Miles went back and forth, fussing over little things.
“They’re bickering again. How cute,” Pavitr stage-whispered.
“1 mission on Miles winning?” Hobie asked.
Pavitr thought for a second, “Deal.”
“You’ll probably be the most upset if he really is sick,” Gwen comments.
“Says who? I’m not worried,” Miles zipped up his jacket halfway.
“Then why are you bouncing around like that, Miles.”
Hobie sighed while Pavitr cheered.
“If you guys are done, Miguel’s moving on foot heading down 5th. I pinned a checkpoint,” Margo sent the coordinates to their watches.
“Time to go see if big man’s a killer,” Hobie yawned. “Or not.”
Peter felt the ground shake under him, hair rising on the back of his neck. His senses were screaming at him to turn around.
The thing is, if he turned around, he'd lose track on Miguel who was currently inside of the very building he was standing on top of.
The shaking grew, pebbles and vent plates rattling around him, then everything fell back into place.
One, two, thre, four pairs of feet hit the ground.
“Where’s Margo?” Peter asked, eyes not leaving the ground under him.
“In our ears singing,” Gwen groaned. “Where’s Mayday?”
“Enjoying a lovely Mommy-Daughter date with MJ and her girlfriends. Glad to have you all join me.”
“How’d you know he was going to be here?” Hobie crossed his arms.
“Like I said, buddies!”
“You waited outside of his office, didn’t you?” Pavitr pointed his finger at Peter.
Peter turned around with an offended face, “Details-schmetails!”
“Well, do you have any idea what he’s up to now?” Gwen put a hand on her hip.
“Well, we’re on the roof of an apartment, super expensive might I add, and I’m assuming his apartment is here. So maybe he’s just getting a nap in.”
“He’s on the move,” Margo’s voice buzzed through all of the teens' ears and they ran to the edge of the building, practically pushing Peter to the side.
“He’s wearing normal clothes for once,” Gwen’s voice was shocked.
“His trousers are quite nice,” Hobie nodded as if he was looking at a magazine.
“It’s so…weird,” Miles shuddered. “I’ve never seen him in anything else but his suit.”
“He wore a nice button-down to my Zoom celebration once,” Margo hummed.
“Guys?” Pavitr’s voice went high. “Where’s Peter?”
The three of them turned around to see a missing pink-robed Spider.
“Oh, come on!” Miles jumped from the roof to the next one, following the pink fluff. Miguel was walking fast on the sidewalk and Peter was keeping his trail from up high.
“Really, Peter?” Gwen swung alongside the two with the rest right on their tails. “Some mentor you are.”
“I’m a great teacher! You’re all catching on quite well,” Peter swung lower as Miguel crossed the street.
Colors flew across the sky, contrasting with the constant grays and small specs of green of Nueva York. Scaling from building to building was a lot easier with flying cars added to the mix, but it was a little odd to see wobbling vehicles every now and then.
“I think you guys should slow it down. His pace changed,” Margo noted. “He’s stopping at…a park? Didn’t know they still had those here.”
With a sturdy pull, Miles used his web to stop Peeter from running any further and the now quintet landed on the ground a safe distance from the park.
“A little dreary for a park, innit?” One eye on Hobie’s mask went higher than the other.
From where they were hiding, steel statues stood tall, tufts of greenery growing up the structure. There was more pavement than grass and the walkways contained several dips and turns.
“I think there’s some flare to it,” Miles countered. “Could use a lot more color.”
They quieted down as they watched Miguel find an empty bench. He sat down and started to rub his hands against his pants. He sat for a minute or so before he checked his watch and his leg started to bounce.
“Is he waiting on someone?” Gwen whispered.
“Oh, I wonder who it could be?” Pav whispered back.
“Why are you guys whispering?” Margo paused her side mission of trying to find any security cameras in the area.
“Doesn’t he have super-hearing?” Miles asked.
“Over this much noise?” Hobie brought the talking level back to normal. “If he doesn’t suspect us of following him, there’s no need for him to focus on us.”
After about five minutes of watching and making a game out of how many times can Miguel check his clothes, with Peter mumbling about how the pants aren’t going to get any looser with those thighs, everyone holds their breath as they watch someone take a seat next to him.
Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.
His face lit up, his back straightened, and the tension from his body fell.
“No way,” Pavitr whispered excitedly. “Guys!”
“What’s going on? I still can’t get into the security cams,” Margo’s voice was impatient.
“Miguel…has a partner?” Gwen tilted her head watching the two react. The mystery person got up to hug Miguel as he sat on the bench. He hesitated a bit, fingers twitching awkwardly before he hugged them back. “Or not.”
“If one of you could get closer, I could pitch the sound to everyone. And, I could see!”
Everyone turned to Miles.
“Why is everybody looking at me?”
“You can turn invisible, genius,” Gwen said.
He just sighed and faded from head to toe.
“How’s it going Spidey?” you lean back from your hug to look down at him. Your hands rub his shoulders. “You look nice today.”
Miguel averted his eyes, “You’re not supposed to call me that-”
“Outside of HQ or our phone calls. I know, I know. Seriously though, why are you so dressed up today? Got a hot date waiting?”
Miguel tilted his head, “Do I really look nice?”
The shirt he was wearing was barely hiding anything, any tighter and it would have been considered a muscle tee. It was tucked into some slacks with a belt that made his tiny waist even smaller. The pants hugged his thighs just enough.
“Yeah!” More than he could imagine.
“Thanks,” he smiled a bit. “There’s no hot date. Just wearing something casual.”
Your shoulders lifted at the words.
“Cool, cool.”
“You look nice, as well.”
“Really?” you looked down at your last-minute outfit. Some gray joggers you found at a thrift store and a hoodie you’re almost certain has a random bleach stain somewhere on the back. “You’re digging the midnight chic?”
“Midnight chic?”
“Yeah, an outfit you wear when going out for a snack in the middle of the night.”
Miguel pursed his lips, “It looks soft. Comfortable.”
You involuntarily gripped your bag tighter, watching Miguel’s eyes roam you from the neck down.
Lately, he’s been saying things that make your stomach flutter, from being willing to beat up your boss to fussing at you for running errands so late to remembering small details from months ago.
Only recently has his eyes began to wander. He doesn’t catch on as fast when you explain things to him. You’ve caught him staring at you while you’re looking at other things. His smile lingered a little longer. His hands were a lot more careful. Sometimes, he’d tense up when you touched him.
It was all so confusing and the feelings you’ve pushed down for years have crawled their way back up, waiting at the back of your tongue to be announced.
Still, you were just here to help him for as long as he needed you. Nothing more, nothing less.
You cleared your throat, “Okay so, you said you needed help with…Excel?”
“Mm hm,” Miguel nodded and locked his eyes back on your face.
You pulled your laptop, turning up the brightness so that the scenery wouldn’t shoot straight through the transparent device.
“So, this program is like, extremely old.”
“I know, but it's a middle ground for all of the Spiders. Anything newer would be too much for about a fourth of them and anything older would take ages for anyone to complete.”
“Got it,” you inch close enough to Miguel for his cologne to dance around you. He leaned closer to squint at your laptop and you had to will your hands to not shake like jelly. “So, the program is actually pretty simple. You just enter formulas, charts, numbers, or information in these boxes. There’s a lot more manual work than we’re used to, but it won’t take much to get used to.”
You walked Miguel through everything you’ve taught yourself over the past few days. Having him put in formulas and waiting for the result.
“Like this?”
“Almost! You’re missing a letter here.”
“Can you go over it again?”
Miguel's hands would hover over the keyboard, eyes focused and nose scrunched. Sometimes you would fight the screaming in your head and place your hands over his, helping him punch certain numbers in.
“Miguel, I think you’re messing with me. We’ve repeated this same thing on four other sheets now. I know you’re smarter than that.”
He poked his tongue in his cheek, “I’m just quadruple checking. Gotta teach this to some older people.”
“Fine,” you snort. “One more time and then I have to get ready to go.”
“Already?” Miguel turned to you. “I thought you didn’t have to be somewhere until this evening.”
“I don’t, but I can’t go looking like this. You spent 30 minutes arguing with me about the interface. Don’t you have to go back to HQ soon?”
“No.”
There was a noise behind you. You turn around to see nothing but a curved wall embedded with vines.
You put your heart to your chest, “God, I thought that was a reporter or something. Just the wind I suppose.”
Miguel’s eyes stayed planted on the empty space, “On second thought, let me walk you there. Don’t want any surprises.”
“So you don’t need me to go over this for the fifth time?”
“Nope,” Miguel grinned down at you. “I got it the first time, actually.”
“Oh my god,” you laugh as you hit his arm. He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re such a jerk.”
He looked around and got behind you to squat down, tapping on his gizmo. You could only hide so much of him. “Would a jerk swing you to your apartment?”
You look up at him equipped with his mask.
“He probably would, actually.”
“Aw,” Miguel said, red marks for eyes holding so much sadness. “Oh well.”
You yell as he yanks you up by the waist and shoots his web up to the nearest flying car.
“Miles! You almost screwed us over!” Margo did her best to wipe their trace.
“I panicked!” Miles tried to explain himself as he ran on the windows of a skyscraper.
“For what?” Gwen flipped as she connected from one structure to the next. “It was so clear that he meant that he wanted to be with whoever that was, not because he wants to quit HQ.”
“Seeing him like that feels like we met a new man,” Hobie said. His boots were light in the air. “Don’t like it.”
“You say that like he doesn’t let you get away with everything,” Pavitr said.
“Like what?”
“Like giving away food to the street cleaners.”
“Or like pasting your band stickers everywhere.”
“Or painting an ACAB mural.”
“To be fair, Miguel aligns with every single one of those things,” Hobie shrugged.
“This is great and all, but talk about a major fail,” Peter sighed. “He clearly needs a wingman.”
“I thought he did pretty good!” Miles said.
The rest of the group made a range of judging noises.
“His game definitely needs some work and he’s already on his way back to HQ, so hurry it up, guys. We need to hustle and huddle.”
Miguel was at his dock again, preparing to go check out the anomalies of the week.
He was back doing the thing that distracted him most: thinking about you.
Yesterday only confirmed what he’s been thinking about ever since you opened your mouth.
He’s absolutely infatuated with you.
At first, he thought it was a fluke, a blip in his timeline. No matter how many times your jokes made him chuckle or your smile brought him warmth, he wasn’t going to lean into it.
But then, you called him one night and your voice brought him back from the darkness that was consuming him. Stories of your life, an exchange of nostalgia, a whisper of hope for the future, and the confirmation that he was more than the error in time that he thought he was.
You’re something that he more than adored.
And yet, he still hasn’t figured out how to tell you.
He wanted more than the monthly meetups to refresh his memory on the stupid tech that kept this building running.
Truthfully, he could call Gabriel, or worst case scenario, Xina for help, but every time he got a chance it was your name that crossed his mind.
Miguel sighed as he started to shut some tabs down.
“Spiders incoming,” Lyla popped up to inform him.
Miguel saw the gaggle of teens plus Peter walking to his office.
“Here we go,” he grumbled.
“Turn that frown upside-down! Company is always good,” Lyla said.
Before Peter can open his mouth Miguel is beating him to it.
“What do you want?”
“Ouch!” Peter laughed. “Not up for a bit of family bonding time?”
“Not with you.”
“Oh c’mon, Miguel,” Peter inches forward as Miguel’s platform comes down. “Hear us out.”
“Make it quick.”
The teens all stared at Peter who looked back and forth between them.
“Do any of you not know what the word ‘quick’ means?” Miguel asked with irritation lining his voice.
“Well,” Miles started.
“You see, we were thinking that you might need some help,” Gwen finishes.
Miguel crossed his arms, “Help with what.”
“Your sad flirting,” Hobie says.
“What?”
“You know,” Peter puts his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. “You need a wingman!”
Miguel’s frown grew deeper, “What are you talking about? Did you guys spy on me?”
Six voices overloaded Miguel’s eardrums, all explaining their part of some convoluted scheme.
“Alright, alight! Quiet!” Miguel holds his hands out. “Margo!”
Miguel pinned his eyes to her with his eyebrows pinched.
She danced from foot to foot, face scrunched, “We just! We were worried about you so we followed you and saw you making googly eyes at someone!” The words spilled out of her like water.
Everyone but Hobie looked at Margo incredulously.
“What?” she whined. “He was giving me his disappointed look. The disappointment was torturing me!”
Miguel turned and paced, pinching his nose as he whispered to himself.
“Miguel, they could help you!” Lyla said cheerfully. “You’ve only been crushing on them for what…multiple years?”
“Lyla!”
“Multiple years? No wonder you’re always so tense. That’s pretty sad, bro,” Pavitr hummed.
Miguel pointed his finger, “Don’t bro me.”
“Still seeking authority in his moment of weakness. Something’s got to give,” Hobie went to lean on a wall.
“We really thought something terrible was going on,” Miles’ shoulders drop. “You also go M.I.A. whenever you have a problem.”
“We just wanted to help,” Gwen supplied.
“Hey man, don’t blame the kids for this one, alright?” Peter’s voice lowered so only the two of them could hear it, albeit a bit useless in a room full of power-holding teens. “Say the word and we’ll stay out of it, but the kids deserve to know why you were canceling on them at least.”
Miguel looked at Peter with an exasperated face before looking at the teens, three of which looked like they were about to cry.
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath, “I’m not sick.”
“But lovesick?” Margo asked.
He gave her a tired look, “Yes.”
“Well why not say that instead of just disappearing?”
“They’re the one who helped make the tech for this society. Without them, there would be no updated gizmos, no updated Lyla, no new ideas. Every time I left it was to…get insight on something here. To fix broken tech.”
“And to stare in their face,” Pavitr snickered.
Miguel panned his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to admit it.
“What’s the hold up in telling them how you feel?” Peter asked. “There’s no time like the present.”
“Don’t tell me yesterday was an example of what happens when you try to confess?” Gwen’s face twisted up, teeth clenched in second-hand embarrassment.
Miguel’s silence was enough of an answer.
“Tío,” Miles closed his eyes then looked back up dramatically with his hands out. “¡Vamo’! Sácale, llévale al cine.”
Lyla put a spotlight on Miles and held a microphone out to him while Miguel groaned.
“Cómprale, un ramo de flores!”
“Ya no puédo mas,” Miguel swiped through the holographic mic. “Eso no va a funcionar.”
Miles slumped, “But how do you know? You haven’t even tried! Bañate, junto con el-”
“Don’t finish that song, Miles,” Miguel’s fingers went to his temples.
“You should really listen to the lyrics-”
“Why don’t we help you win them over?” Margo stood in between the two, ending the squabble. “It’s clear that they seem to like you too.”
Miguel's eyes went softer staring at Margo’s pleading face, “How do you know?”
“We quite literally saw it,” Hobie spoke as if Miguel lost his mind. “No one ever talks to you that sweet.”
The teens all nodded their head in unison and Peter did a horrible job at hiding his laugh.
Hobie wasn’t done, “Don’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.”
Miguel was at the park again, dressed up even more than last time. An open navy button-down was tucked into his pants, his slacks were dark gray, and he had on one of the more expensive pairs of dress shoes he owned. A chain he borrowed from Gabriel adorned his neck and he let his hair natural and loose for once.
Under Miles’ advice, he did buy some flowers. Hobie told him to remain calm, Gwen told him to just talk, Pavitr gave him a bullet point list of what and what not to do, and Margo told him that he was the best no matter how the confession turned out.
Peter went on and on about the importance of love and relationships but Miguel was never inclined to listen to him. He did keep the comment about letting you know how much he means to you to heart, though.
He was so in his own thoughts when you showed up in front of him that he didn’t even notice you at first.
He jumped when you tapped his shoulder.
“Woah, it’s just me. And you’re super dressed up today. What’s the occasion? I’m not taking ‘casual’ for an answer this time.”
Miguel swallowed dryly, grip on the bouquet of cool-toned flowers almost enough to wilt the stems.
“Flowers?” your eyes went to his hand.
“Yeah, um.”
Just breathe, Miguel!
Margo’s perky reminders sounded off in Miguel’s head.
“I brought them for you,” Miguel placed them in your hands.
“Oh!” your face lit up. “These are beautiful. Thank you so much. I didn’t get you anything, though. I didn’t know we were bringing gifts today.”
“No need. I wanted to get them because,” Miguel felt his throat closing in. “I really, really like you.”
The smile on your face dropped as you stared at him.
“It’s been particularly hard over the past years to try to focus without you running through my thoughts and I don’t want the fear of myself or my circumstance to stop me from having a chance to be with you.”
Maybe his ears could pick up how fast your heart was going, too.
“So if you’re willing, will you please go out with me?”
You dropped the flowers and brought him in for a tight hug.
“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go out with you.”
Miguel was quick to wrap his arms around you today, burying his face in your neck, “No hesitation?”
“I’ve been wanting and honestly, waiting for one of us to make a move for years. You’re always so busy, so I was too nervous to even bother,” you look back at Miguel’s face, smiling from ear to ear.
“Sorry to keep you waiting then.”
You looked from his lips to his eyes, “Can we skip a few steps?”
“Such as?”
You pushed forward, melting into him as you slotted his lips against yours, head full of warmth and clouds. Miguel matched your pace, hand on your back as he pressed against you. When he opened your lips you pulled back, breath dancing against his.
“Swing me to my apartment?”
Miguel smirked, “Always.”
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