I Drink Your Blood And I Eat Your Skin

Formerly @/yougavemeyourheartyouknow Call me Jess No minors!

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Hi hi! My name’s Jessica, but call me Jess :3 was formally @/yougavemeyourheartyouknow but I wanted to start my blog fresh. So this basically yougavemeyourheartyktoo lmao. I’m 23, she/her and am Mexican-American.

I will be reuploading (most) of my Miguel fics within the next month or so plus new stuff as well :3

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𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊, 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗 (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader [Academic rivals AU]) series

A/N: sorry for the slow update. I love this chapter tho , hope you do too ♥️

Some injuries but nothing crazy, fluffy, reader reading little women :3

Word count: 2k

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Swinging around the city always helped clear Miguel's head, finding it very calming compared to the very chaotic hustle and bustle of Neuva York. From the top of the Empire State, everyone looked like ants, and it gave him the ability to de-mask himself without the possibility of anyone finding him. It was one of the many perks of being Spider-Man, the ability to hide away above the rest of the world.

Although, usually the breathtaking skyline against orange and pink hues that painted the sky was enough to serve as a temporary distraction before he had to return to his usual routine, but it seems that today’s events were too much for his mind to just drop. With a heavy sigh, he ran his gloved hand through his now slightly disheveled brown locks, gripping his mask with his free hand.

God…

As if you hadn't already dug some sort of permanent spot into his life, now you were completely messing with his mind without even knowing it.

He shouldn’t have kissed you back. Not because he didn’t want to, because if he was being completely honest with himself… maybe he did. But, you’ve never liked him, you’ve never liked Miguel. He’s convinced himself his whole life that he disliked you, not just because of your constant battle at attempting to one up each other grade wise, but because you both were far too stubborn and egotistical to be able to sit in a room with each other without squabbling. He’s never been partially nice to you, sure, but neither have you to him. He hated you.

Right?

He wasn’t so sure anymore. But he knew for certain how you felt about him. You loved Spider-Man, not Miguel. And although he knows he’s being a bit selfish, and only going to hurt himself in the process, he was gonna keep it that way. He’d take all the snarky comments and glares you shoot his way, if it meant being able to kiss you again. He’d shatter the entire universe in his bare hands if it meant for you to keep kissing him the way that you did.

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“O’Hara, hey- are you deaf now or something?” Your hand landing on his shoulder pulls him out from his thoughts (he’s been in them more often than usual lately) he glanced over his shoulder to send you a quick glare before turning back down at his notebook. His eyes scan over the words on the page but none of them registered in his mind. He felt your finger tapped on his shoulder. “You can’t keep ignoring me. We have to work on this project, you know.” You huffed quietly, your eyes drifting from the back of his head, to the front of the class to make sure the teacher wasn’t watching and back again. “You’ve been skipping out on practice.” This was the second time today you’ve tried to get him to talk to you, and still he doesn’t give you anything but a glare, the cold shoulder, it was insufferable. The biggest thorn in your side had decided to just remove itself at the worst time, two weeks away from the presentation of the scene project.

With a huff, you sat fully in your seat once more and looked back down at your own book. Just deciding to attempt to catch him after class again, but the more the time ticked away the more your agitation towards him grew. This was somewhat odd behavior for him. He hasn’t flat out ignored you since you had been in the 7th grade, the most you’ve gotten out of him as of recent is his usual glare or scowl. You’d never admit to his face, but him ignoring, it almost felt like torture. You have no idea what you did for him to suddenly give you the cold shoulder, a week ago at the aquarium before your sudden graze with death, you had thought that you both somewhat gotten along for once. Now he goes out of his way to dodge you in the halls or leave your texts on read, you couldn’t help but feel that same small sinking feeling in your chest that you felt when you first tried talking to him in the 6th grade only for him to scoff and turn up his nose at you. If it weren’t for the fact you had to work on this stupid project together, you probably wouldn’t be so persistent.

Or, at least that’s what your telling yourself.

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8:45pm.

Miguel was currently an hour and 15 minutes late to yours and his study session, not like he showed anymore anyways. At least he could justify the nagging voice in the back of his brain telling him to go to your dorm by telling himself that patrolling was a better use of his time and resources, and way less of a headache then having to deal with you when you’re pissed off.

Thankfully, the streets of Neuva York were relatively calm, no crazy mastermind villains trying to take over the world, just a few pity crimes here and there, not enough for him to actually break a sweat but just enough to not be able to call it a night just yet. Small vandalism, an attempted mugging, helping an elderly lady cross the road, small more simpler tasks. With each one ignoring the small inconsistent yet slightly irritating buzzing that his phone was releasing in his suit pocket.

11 missed calls, and 24 unseen messages. His gloved thumb slowly scrolled through the preview of the messages as he took a small break on top of a random counter rooftop, his free hand pulling his mask up to just above his nose before going to grab the BLT sandwich from the bodega and taking a bite out of it. Each chew and swallow becomes slower the more he nears finishing the sandwich. Telling himself he’d finally suck it up and face the music, the migraine inducing headache that was your scolding.

As he downs the last bite, he clicks on your contact, finger itching to hit the call button.

“Help!”

“Shit…” He mumbled to himself as he quickly pulled himself up on his feet, stashing his phone away once more before his mask was back over his mouth.

He’ll call you afterwards, he tells himself.

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9:38pm.

He flaked. Again.

“Despite not being surprised, I’m still disappointed…” You mumble to yourself as you go to change out of your school clothes and into a nice pair of sweats and a sleeping shirt, placing your headphones on to listen to some music, it’s still early enough so you decided to get some reading in. Stretching your arms over your head, before going over to your bookshelf, your fingernails tapping the spine of each book until you reach the one you wanted to read.

Setting back into your bed, after turning off your overhead light and turning on your lamp instead, you finally open up on the page that you left off.

“Now you must have a good long holiday!”

“I intend to.”

Something in his resolute tone made Jo look up quickly to find him looking down at her with an expression that assured her the dreaded moment had come, and made her put out her hand with an imploring, “No, Teddy. Please don’t!”

“I will, and you must hear me. It’s no use, Jo, we’ve got to have it out, and the sooner the better for both of us,” he answered, getting flushed and excited all at one.

Tap tap.

“Say what you like then, I’ll listen,” said Jo, with a desperate sort of patience.

Laurie was a young lover but he was in earnest, and meant to ‘have it out’, if he died in the attempt, so he plunged into the subject with characteristic impetuousity, saying in a voice that would get choke now and then, in spite of manful efforts to keep it steady…

Tap tap.

“I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you, Jo, couldn’t help it, you've been so good to me. Now I’m going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can’t go on so any longer.”

“I wanted to save you-“

Tap tap.

“Is someone throwing rocks at my window or something?” You quickly close your book after rebookmarking your page, trying to wave off the idea, your on one of the higher levels of the building. So being able to accurately hit the window over and over would be difficult.

Placing your book on the side of your bed, you get up and go to draw your curtains back, only to be met with a familiar blue and red mask popping up in your window pane. Your brows shot up as you bite back the urge to let out a small startled yelp, your hands made quick work to unlock your window and open it up to allow him to climb in, trying his best to not knock over all the trinkets on your bedside table. Trying your best to stifle your laugh as you watch him crawl all over the tiny surface like a cat.

“I didn’t realize we were at that level, Spider-Man.” You joked, letting a small chuckle slip past your lips as he finally stumbled onto his feet and off the counter. Your laughs only increased as you watched the red lines on his mask narrow as he seemingly glared at you.

“Says the one who kissed me.”

“Touché.” You said only you were able to eventually stop laughing, allowing your eyes to finally scan over him. Your face quickly contouring into one of concern when you finally noticed the large tear on the side of his left hip, along with a bleeding bash. You must have not noticed it by the way he was bending over. Your hand flys to cover your mouth as you stare at it, it wasn’t life threatening, but it sure as hell looked painful. “Oh my god, what happened!?”

“Oh this? Pff, it’s nothing” His left hand goes to cover the gash from your view as his right hand goes to wave the question of, his tone nonchalantly as if he had just gotten a paper cut. Now it’s your turn to glare at him.

“Can you let me help you patch it up at least?” You asked, but you were already guiding him to sit on your half done bed. “I’m not a medic or anything, but I can at least clean it up so it doesn’t get infected.” You added, going towards your bathroom to search for your first aid kid that all the dorms had.

Once you found the kit, and didn’t hear any protest from the spider, you made your way down to your knees to his left and began to clean up the wound, murmuring a silent apology when he winced from the rubbing alcohol making context with the wound.

“…You must get tired of having to always clean yourself up and restitch your suit all the time huh?” You finally broke the silence,tossing the blood and alcohol soaked cotton in your small trash can.

“It’s…yeah, sorry about, badgering in and stuff, I wouldn’t have stopped by if I didn’t think I couldn’t make it home.” His admission made your heart sink a bit, but it wasn’t completely true, his building was another few minutes of a swing from yours, and his brother always helped him clean up after a nasty fight.

Miguel just wanted an excuse to see you again.

“You’ve saved my life twice, Spider-Man. You are always welcome to stop by if you need help.” You tell him ernstly as you wiped off the last bit of blood off his hip, before going to place wrapping on the area.

“Thank you…” He whispered, his tone just as gentle as it was the first time he spoke to you as he reassured you he wouldn’t let you go.

“Of course.”

[istillhaveyourheart]

At this point I’m just using Miguel to write about stuff I was to write about, despite it not really having to relate to him because I like writing and I like Miguel.

[istillhaveyourheart]

Thinking about heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who spent the next week rotting in bed whenever he could, curtains drawn shut and sad music playing from his phone as he scrolled through all your old photos together. Feeling exactly how he did when you two had split 9 years ago.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who started to reply the last 12 years over and over in his head, from the moment he sat next to you during his first college lecture to the moment he found himself in front of your front door in an attempt to ask for a second chance only to find out it’s too late form the smirk on your new boyfriend’s face. To the point of him getting distracted during everyday activities, like over serving his coffee and sitting at a greenlight until someone honked at him.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who starts to have trouble keeping up with his physical appearance. The same man who could get up at the asscrack of dawn to go on a run or to the gym, always clean shaved, hair always slicked back, never seen in his pjs outside his bedroom, started to walk around with a 5 o'clock shadow, starts to drop off or pick his daughter up in his sweatpants and tank top he sleeps in, eyes more sunken in then they usually are.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who has a silent breakdown everytime you post something while out on a date with your new boyfriend.having to grip his phone so hard to the point his knuckles turn white to stop himself from bursting into tears while Gabriella is eating dinner in the next room.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who had a few too many drinks while Gabri was at a sleepover, calling up first his younger brother then his best friend. Rambling about how he should have seen the signs sooner, how he should have never let you go in the first place, because now you were in the arms of another man, and considering that it’s been over 3 months it looks like he’s there to stay.

Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who thought he was hallucinating from drinking too much when you showed up at his place at 11:30 at night

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“I-I just, if… if I knew that I still loved-“ he interrupted himself to hiccup before continuing to speak to Peter over his phone, placing down another empty beer bottle on his living room coffee table. “I still loved her, I wouldn’t have let-let her get a new boyfriend in the first place ya know?” He slurred, hearing Peter’s response but none of the words registering. His mind calmed from the temporary haze the alcohol provided.

Knock knock.

Miguel rolled his eyes with a groan as he slowly got up from his seat on the couch. “I thought I told you I didn’t need you to come over Peter.” Miguel said as he grabbed the empty bottles and quickly placed them in the kitchen, his friend on the phone expressing his confusion as Miguel made his way to the front door with his phone between his shoulder and ear.

“Huh? I’m not at your door-“ The rest of the sentence turned into background static, not noticing Peter’s calls for him and asking if he was listening. Miguel was too busy being in shock. He blinked once, twice.

You were still there.

Bloodshot eyes, runny nose, rosey and tear stained cheeks, your shoulders shaking a bit as you hugged yourself. He didn’t even get a chance to ask what was wrong before you spoke.

“Can I come in?” You croaked, throat tense as you attempted to keep your voice from wavering.

He opened the door wider.

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Alright, just one more…

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I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME

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I forget that I can, like, post my art here lol. Here's a redraw that I did a bit ago of a screenshot from the movie

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SNDJSJSJSHSHSHSS CHSIXBSUSJS PLS…. I CANT DO THIS IM SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

[istillhaveyourheart]

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY BABYY BABYYYY

[istillhaveyourheart]

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊, 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗 (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader [Academic rivals AU]) series

Action scene! Reader in near death experience but she’s okay :) cursing probably, not proofread

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If Miguel had a nickel for everytime you had been attacked by a monster-like man creature, and had to be rescued by him, he’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice.

The police had made quick work for once and had evacuated the area, making sure to keep up when the scene moved from the aquarium back over to Coney Island. News choppers keeping a distance from where they flew in the air, capturing live footage of your capturer dodge police, using you as a human shield in an attempt to keep bullets from being fired in his direction. You would have squirmed against the blue tentacles that wrapped around your body if it weren’t for him holding you hostage on top of the wonder wheel, one wrong move and you could slip off, or worse, he could drop you off it like you were nothing more than a piece of trash.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you begged to be let go, to be placed back on ground level, but he wouldn’t even glance in your direction, instead opting to look out into the crowd, watching, waiting. He seemed to be getting impatient, you could tell but the irritated huff he let out, before you felt his limb tighten slightly before your feet began to be lifted off the narrow steel beams underneath themselves. Your hands instinctively go to grip the blue ampendage, you let out a screech, your throat raw as you begged for him to not let go, your tears cascading down your face as he waits. If you were thinking clearly, it would have clicked in your mind. You were acting as bait.

TWAP

The wind was knocked out of your lungs as you were suddenly webbed against the bright orange Farris wheel, a sob escapes your lips as you quickly evert your eyes from the floor that was at least 50 yards beneath you, praying to whatever gods would listen to make sure the neon red silk wouldn’t decide to snap underneath you, while you felt the octopus-man’s tentacle pull away from you.

“Spider-Man! I see my favorite insect finally decided to join us.”

“Doc ock.” Spider-Man grumbled as he began to scale the amusement park ride. “What do I owe the displeasure to this time.” Finally, he decided to move from his spot at the top of the Farris wheel, both men leaving you basically forgotten. Doc ock didn’t justify the remark with an answer, rather begins to weave himself between the teal metal beams, as Spider-Man went after him, attempting to trap him in webs as he followed. Like a game of cat and mouse. “Let’s get this over with doc, we both know how this is gonna end.”

You had no idea what was happening behind you, but you did know that every time they gripped onto the metal of the wheel as they used it like a jungle gym the whole thing would shake, it was utterly terrifying. You were never partially scared of heights before, but now you definitely were. The adrenaline rush was making your blood pump and your heart beat to ring in your ears, trying to take deep breaths as you bit your lip to keep your whimpers and sobs low. Why couldn’t one of those damn news hoppers grab you?

You have no idea how long you’ve been stuck against the Farris wheel, but it feels like an eternity.

Finally, you let out a gasp as you heard one of the webs begin to rip from beneath you, feeling the thin silk brush lightly against your ankle as it slowly begins to unwind. Instinctively you grabbed onto one of the webs that was a bit higher on your body, one that seemed thicker, more sturdy, just in time for the unwinding of the web on your lower half to pick up speed. You let out another yelp as you finally felt the webbing snap and fall down, letting out a sob as it flowed away in the wind, as you tried to hoist yourself up higher on the neon red webs.

“Help! Spider-Man help!” Your pleas reached Miguel’s ears faster than anyone else’s would have, he quickly glanced up and saw you were quite literally hanging from a thread. If he wasn’t quick enough, you’d surely plummet and be severely injured, or worse… “I’m gonna fall! Please!” You interrupted yourself with another scream as you watched in horror as the sting of web you were depending on to keep yourself up, starts to slowly rip away due to gravity. Miguel let out a frustrated huff, as he stopped for a second to catch his breath, he could throw that nasty octopus in the slammer another time, he couldn’t let you get injured again. He wouldn’t.

“I’m coming!” Doc ock was quickly dropped from Miguel’s mind as fast as the octopus fled the scene. Miguel begins to quickly climb back up to your level, unfortunately, his strength and speed shook the metal structure as he climbed back up, leaving small claw marks as he re-ascended the Farris wheel. The shaking only sped up the deteriorating of the web you were holding onto, until-

Snap.

You were screaming but you couldn’t hear anything but a ringing in your ears that was getting more intense every inch you got closer to the floor. The watching crowd could only let out a collective gasp as they watched your descent, mothers covering their children’s ears and eyes, teenagers recording on their phones, your teachers that were supervising watching in horror knowing that this was going to be a PR nightmare for the boarding school despite if you somehow managed to get out unscathed.

You were so petrified and out of it that you didn’t even realized that Spider-Man had jumped off after you until you felt his arm cling around your waist, pulling back out of your deer-in-headlights-like state, causing your arms to instinctively around his neck before using his free hand to shoot a web onto the wonder wheel, stop you both only 20 feet or so before you would have hit the floor. Your hearing slowly started to come back to, hearing the sounds of the crowd of onlookers clapping and cheering on the masked vigilante.

“Hey.” Your head snapped over to him once he finally spoke, both of your chest heaving rapidly, “we need to stop meeting like this.” He joked, and you didn’t have to see his face under his mask to know his smile widened when you let out a shaky laugh at the quip.

“Can you put me down now Mr.Spider-Man?” You asked with a small smile, readjusting your arms around his neck, now he was the one who let out a shaky chuckle.

“Right , right…” he mumbled before he started to lower you both down, gently helping you to your feet, expecting him to do the same, but instead he just flipped himself upside down as he hung from the red web in front of you.

And you weren’t sure if it was the post-almost dying adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream, or if it was your mind being clouded by the utter most gratefulness at the fact that he had saved you from death’s clutches more then once, but you did something you’d never do if you were thinking 100% correctly, knowing you’ll probably be embarrassed by the actions when your replaying the memories late at night in bed, but right now, that wasn’t gonna stop you. The crowd or the news choppers watching you wasn’t gonna stop you either.

So, taking in a deep breath for courage, you go to bring your hand up to his face and dip your finger under his mask and lifting it just above his nose. You had paused for a second once your hands traveled to rest on either side of his still covered temples, just to give him the ability to recover the lower half of his face and pushed you away if he wanted, and you were really expecting him too. But instead, you watched as his plump lips pulled up (down?) into a small smirk, taking this as your greenlight, you leaned forward, letting your lips meet.

You finally understood what authors meant when they would write about feeling fireworks. You finally understood why rom-com movies would play grand music during the main characters sharing a kiss. Your heart swells as your eyes closed, you felt like you could kiss Spider-Man forever. You really want to.

“Get it spidey!”

“That’s (Y/N), isn’t it?”

“Oh my god it is!”

The comments from the still watching crowd brought you down from high, cheeks redding as you heard a random stand-byer let out a whistle. Suddenly reminding you of your shameless act as you pulled away from the upside down spider, who only let out an amused chuckle as he pulled down his mask again, it coming out a bit breathless due to him still recovering from the kiss/fight.

You go to whip your mouth as you finally turn away from him, and you immediately spot Mj and Pete at the front of the metal fence that the police had placed to keep the crowd away from the whole ordeal. Your embarrassed smile only widens when you say his hand resting on her waist.

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Miguel’s smile had never been wider when he walked back into his shared room, his brother already sprawled on his own bed as he fumbled and fidgeted with a rubix cube. Glancing at his brother when he heard the door click close.

“Wonder what’s got you all smiles? Would it happen to be a certain kiss from a certain girl?” Gabriel teased, his smirk causing Miguel to roll his eyes.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Miguel quipped, pulling his windbreaker off and tossing it in the hamper.

“Don’t play dumb Mig, it’s all over the news and the internet.” Gabriel scoffed as he placed the incomplete cube on his chest, before propping himself up on his elbows. “What happened to hating her?”

Now it’s the elder of the two to scoff. “I still do.”

“Then why didn’t you stop her?”

“Well- I didn’t want to embarrass her! There was a crowd and news crews-“

Gabriel fully sits up on his bed. “Just admit it Miguel! You don’t hate her! Hell, you're probably in love with her!”

“I’m not taking this crap. I’m going out for a walk.” Miguel grumbled before getting up from his seat on his own bed, his brother only rolling his eyes at his dramatics. It wasn’t until he closed the door after stepping out of his dorm that it hit him like a freight train.

Gabriel was right. He didn’t hate you as much as he liked to lead on…

Fuck.

[istillhaveyourheart]

haii not sure if you have a pt 2 for it but are you planning on making a pt 2 to childs play? 😓😓

Hello! I do have a part two and I’m working on a third! I’m just waiting till I’m almost done with the last part before I release the second ☺️

[redhornedhorror]

I love when it’s vampire Miguel time💙

[istillhaveyourheart]

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊, 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗 (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader [Academic rivals AU]) series

Cliffhanger ending, reader not catching a break, fun field moment, cursing maybe (?)

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“And yours of glass, (L/N).”

A silence slowly enveloped the air, the quiet shifting of the needle letting off the black vinyl disk as the record comes to an end was the only sound for a few seconds. It was painfully obvious that this project is gonna be a lot tougher of a task than you were hoping for, if Miguel couldn’t even handle reading through the script fully without complaining. You leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees, chewing on your bottom lip as you brainstorm ways to be productive, not wanting to call it quits so early into the session. Finally after a moment, you sit up properly, and grab the tv remote that was sitting on the edge of the bed. Miguel’s eyebrow arches up in silent curiosity as he watches you turn on the small flat screen and open up the Netflix app.

“What are you doing?” Miguel’s question was only met with the smile etched on your face to widen. Miguel couldn’t help but let a small one crack on his face as well. Eventually you found what you were looking for, the images of a young Leo and Claire popped up on the screen, along with the text “Romeo + Juliet”. Miguel raised the unimpressed brow a bit more. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You smiled at him as you pressed play, before moving to make your way to the small kitchenette in the room, rummaging through some drawers, before eventually making your way back, two sodas in one hand, some m&ms in the other. Your microwave hums in the background, before the quiet pop of the popcorn seeds expandings overcome the hum. “This is a great way to be productive with our assignment, without having to read the script.” You tell him as you set the snacks down on the small table next to your bed. If you were being honest though, you just wanted a reason to gush over the movie.

“If you wanted a movie date muñeca, you could have just said so.” He teased with a smirk, prompting you to stick your tongue out at him as you prepped a big bowl for the popcorn. (Doll)

“In your dreams, O’Hara.”

“More like a nightmare.”

“Just shut up and watch the movie please.” The order came out a bit rushed, trying not to burn the pads of your fingertips as you attempted to quickly open the bag of popcorn. Moving your face back a bit so the steam doesn’t hit it once you finally pry the bag open, before dumping it into the bowl. For once, he listens to you and pipes down.

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“So good…” You sniffed, wiping a tear out of the corner of your eye that was threatening to fall down. A light shade of red covers your cheeks and nose as you attempt to not get too emotional about the end of the movie, refusing to be seen as vulnerable in front of the male that was sitting to the right of you. In the process of watching the movie, you found yourself cuddling with the stuff fox plushie Mj had gifted you for your birthday, and a fluffy throw blanket covering yours and Miguel’s legs.

“Are you crying?” He asked in slight amusement, his lips twitching upwards into a light smirk as he turned to face you.

“No.” You answered back a bit too quickly.

“Yes, you are.” His smirk grew a bit as he caught the stuff fox as you go to hit him with it, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he takes the plushie, and places it on his lap.

“Oh shut up. I cried harder when I watched 500 days of summer.” You go to snatch the fox back from his lap, but you quickly notice his face light twist in confusion at your second.

“I don’t think I’ve watched that before.” He confessed, why would he? romantic comedies were not his thing, you honestly shouldn’t be surprised at the obvious fact, but that didn’t stop the gasp that left your lips as you quickly went to pick up the remote.

“We’re watching it.”

“It’s 10pm on a school night-“

“The movie isn't even that long! Plus you owe me one! You’ll be back at your dorm before midnight. Promise.”

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“You slept in her room!?” Miguel’s hand came up to rub his temples, squeezing his eyes shut tight to soothe the oncoming headache from Gabriel and Peter shouting the question in unison.

“No wonder I didn’t see you at all last night or this morning…” Gabriel spoke under his breath as he turned back to his game, “about time you two stop bickering and got together…” Peter nodded his head in agreement as he sat down next to Miguel at their mini dining table that the brothers had put in their dorm room.

“It’s not what you guys think, we were just working on our assignment together and we lost track of time.” That was only a half-truth. In reality, you ended up marathoning a bunch of old rom-coms that Miguel has never seen before, ranging from the 1960’s all the way to the late 2010s, you were a sucker for vintage films.

To all the boys I’ve loved before,West side story, 27 dresses, 10 things I hate about you, the notebook. The whole thing ended in you passing out during the middle of sixteen candles, but Miguel didn’t notice until near the ending, when you shifted slightly and rested your head against his arm. Miguel, already too tired and out of it to notice the oddly intimate moment, didn’t make any attempt to move you off right away. Telling himself he would wait a second before waking you up, but as the calming tone of If you were here from the Thompson twins hummed softly from the TV, and the faint deep breaths coming from through your nose next to him only worsened sleep's tempting call. Eventually falling victim to it, falling asleep next to you, not even bothering to pick up his head from where it fell on top of yours. He was just glad he woke up before you so he could sneak his way back into his dorm before class started.

“Maybe you just like her more than you’d like to admit, Miguel.” Peter deadpan as he pulls out his food from his take out bag and begins to dig into his burger.

“You are both reading into it too much.” He told the two as he shook his head, and if he wasn’t so stubborn, then he might see the point they were making. Though he still couldn’t stand you, over the years he had learned to… tolerate you, or at least that would be the best way to describe it. Going from not even acknowledging each other to making snarky remarks and purposely going out of each other’s way to piss the other off was enough of a telltale sign that you both didn’t despise each other in the way you both make it seem like you did. “She’s still the same annoying pest she was when I met her in the 6th grade, except now I have to make sure she doesn’t get valedictorian over me. Once we graduate at the end of the year, I’ll never have to deal with her again.” He says as he turns to Peter.

“Unless you both go to the same college.” Gabe quipped, causing his older brother to groan at the hypothetical.He dreaded the idea, the possibility although slim wasn’t entirely impossible, there were 8 ivy leagues and another hundreds of high-end colleges you both could attend, what were the chances you’d attend the same one?

“I doubt it. I’m not worried about acceptance letters, I’ll have plenty of options on schools. If she picks one I’m interested in, I’ll be sure to reject that school before she could even get the university’s sweatshirt on.”

—

“Alright everyone! You’re all adults, I expect you to behave like them. Especially since we are allowing you to roam around without chaperones this year. You’re seniors so act like it.” The biography teacher’s mini reprimanment was largely ignored as student after student began to file off the bus one by one, the sound of the ocean’s waves crashing onto Brooklyn's shoreline as the chatter and laughter quickly filled the air. The skin numbing breeze helps wake you a bit more. Having been awake since 7am to make sure you weren’t late for the bus, deciding it would be best for you and Mj to take a nap during the hour and a half long bus ride.

The annual beginning of the year senior aquarium trip, a tradition that the school has been holding for a few years now. You were pretty excited about it, but what you were more excited about is the other tradition of trying to sneak out of the aquarium and into Coney Island without the teachers catching you. It’s a lot easier when the aquarium is busier, you were hoping to go and try this bubble tea place that Mj has been raving about, thanking the lord your leg had fully healed up from your accident 3 weeks ago, so it makes the whole sneaking out thing easier.

After about half an hour of the usual lecture about being “responsible” and “behaving” from the two teachers who came along and another 20 minutes of scanning everyone’s students badges for entrance, you were finally free to roam around the aquarium. Deciding it would be best to wait a bit before attempting to sneak away, you and Mj began to wonder from exhibit to exhibit. You held onto her hand as you both weaved through the crowded plaza, eventually finding yourselves within the shark tunnel in the ocean wonders exhibit. Blues and greens illuminating the walkway as the small fish swim in between the corals that surround the tank, sharks swimming overhead of the crowd in the tunnel.

“Wouldn’t it be scary if this thing broke…” Mj whispered quietly to you, her tone teasing as she brought up the hypothetical, causing your eyes to shoot over to her with a pointed look.

“Don’t even joke like that Mj.” You whispered back harshly, causing her to let out a small giggle, her hand coming up to cover her smile, hiding her freckles in the progress.

“Just saying…” You just rolled your eyes and resisted the urge to giggle along, going to turn around and finish walking through the underwater corridor when you heard a familiar voice call out, causing you both to stop in your tracks.

“Mj! Hey wait up!” Peter’s hand goes up in the air in an attempt to stop you both before making his way through the crowd, rather smoothly too for the usually clumsy Peter, with Miguel following closing behind, his arms crossed over his chest and his usual scowl painted on his face. You couldn’t help the smirk that started creeping onto your face when you noticed Mj’s cheeks start to flush, despite knowing you’ll be force to take one for the team and converse with your least favorite O’Hara brother.

“O’Hara.”

“(L/N).”

That was the usual greeting between you both. Short and curt, although his tone was a bit more deadpan then yours. You glanced at Mj and Peter once more, watching the way he ducked his head slightly in an attempt to get closer to her as he spoke, his hands in his jean pockets The small smirk that spreads over his lips as he whispers something into her ear, probably some dumb joke that you would laugh at if you were crushing hard. The way Mj tilts her head downwards as she giggles in response, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear as her blush deeps into a light red rather than a dusty pink . The definition of teenage love was right before your very eyes. You turn back to Miguel.

“It’s a matter of time before they finally get together.” You tell him in a low tone so they don’t hear it, he nodded and let out a small hum of agreement. An oh so familiar silence fell over you both as you two waited for either one of your friends to finally let the other go so you and him could go your separate ways, but after about 5 minutes or so it became painfully clear that wasn’t going to happen. “Anyways…” You finally spoke after clearing your throat, your gaze meeting Miguel’s once more. “We should head out, right Mj?” But when you turn around you notice the two lovebirds gone, causing you to furrow your brows and Miguel to release a tsk of annoyment.

“Great…” He muttered as he raked his hand through his slicked back hair. “Guess I’m stuck with you know muñeca.” That wasn’t entirely true, you weren’t assigned a buddy system for the trip, and there wasn’t a rule saying you had to stay with another student or in a group, he could have turned around and left you to your own devices. But he wouldn’t, he knew that, but you didn’t. “What did you want to do?”

“…I have an idea…”

—

“I can’t believe you’ve never had bubble tea before.” You giggled as you watched Miguel almost choke on the boba in his drink, bringing your hand up to tap on his back in an attempt to help clear his windpipe. Once his coughing fit came to a stop he swatted your hand away.

“It's not my thing, okay?” Your brows raised playfully at the sassy response, sipping on your brown sugar drink, Miguel got one that was flavored horchata. Both of you walk side by side as you make your back towards the aquarium, from where you both left the little bubble tea shop.

“Geez sorry…” You rolled your eyes to accompany your sarcasm.

“I’m gonna make sure not to order the little squishy things next time.” He grumbled, your eyes lighting up in amusement at the adding of the last two words.

“Next time?”

He shot you a glare, as you successfully slipped back through the entrance without being spotted.

“Cállate.” You couldn’t help the shit-eatting grin that formed on your face at his annoyed remake. (Shut up.)

“Where do you think Mj and Peter are?” You asked as you both turned to enter the “spineless” exhibit, that holds the jellyfish, octopus and stuff within that nature, throwing your now empty cups in a nearby trashcan.

“Probably in a dark corner making out.” He shrugged, causing you to stifle a laugh, you hate to admit it, but you were actually having a fun time with him. The lights become dimmer as you walk further into the exhibit, Miguel following behind in tow. You both fell into a peaceful silence, the only time it was broken when either of you would point something out to one another. The only main source of light coming from the tanks of water, illuminating dark silhouettes around you both.

To bystanders, you probably looked like you were in love with one another, neither of you noticing how close had gotten to each other, your jacket sleeves grazing one another when you’d point something to him, or when he’d lower his head to you to enlighten you with a fun marine biology fact. You didn’t notice the elderly woman who turned to her husband and pointed to you both when you two were watching the pacific sea nettle jellyfish in silence. Or a father holding his baby boy who was sleeping gingerly on his chest, whispering “that used to be us at their age” to his wife when Miguel went to take a photo of you in front of the moon jellyfish with your phone. But perspective was everything.

“That’s new…” Miguel mumbled as you both wondered to the very end of the building, a lot quieter and more empty compared to the rest of it. At the very end, was an empty tank, or one that was usually empty. Instead you both saw blue and purple tentacles spread out over the glass of the tank, that tank had been vacant ever since Miguel could remember, they hadn’t even placed a picture of the animal or any information around its exhibit like it was supposed to. Something was…off… he didn’t need a spider sense to know that. The tightness forming in his chest was enough of an indicator to validate his emotions, but he didn’t want to worry you or have you tell him he was being silly so he played it off. “… we should head to a different place…”

You gave him a confused head tilt, but didn’t want to ruin that actually enjoyable day with an argument, just as you were about to agree you say one of the arms started to move, only drawing you closer to the tank out of curiosity.

“Look, it's moving!”

“I can see…” Damn you and your curiosity, Miguel tried his best to hide his grimace as he slowly followed behind you. The sense of unknown dread grew stronger with each step.

“Wait, can you take my picture with it before we head out.” With a begrudging sigh, Miguel took your phone and took a few steps away from you to get a better shot of you and the tank, you settling up against it a bit more towards the right side of the center, as Miguel beginning to count down he noticed the tentacles closest to your waist drawing away from the glass.

“Okay… one…”

It stopped moving, Miguel hesitated.

“Two…”

Crash.

You let out a gasp as you felt the warm water that once filled the tank hit your back, the pressure putting you forward a bit, almost making you drop to all fours. Out of the instant, Miguel took a few steps back, watching the water begin to pool around both of your feet. Then you felt it a wet, cold, slimy tentacle wrap around you, you let out another gasp and it pulled itself around you like a boa constrictor, the suction cups making your skin crawl. Another arm went around your legs as you started to attempt to break yourself free, your eyes glancing in the direction of the octopus, only for you to freeze at the sight of it, before you let out a blood curdling scream.

It wasn’t a regular octopus…

Your feet start to dangle as it begins to lift you up from the damp carpet, taking you to god knows where. A crowd begins to form as the workers start to scatter and call the police. Without a second thought your hand shot out.

“Miguel!”

“(Y/N)!”

He couldn’t grab it in time.

[istillhaveyourheart]

𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝒚 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖑𝖘:𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖊

A/N: Frat party whoop whoop

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It took you about three weeks after your first day at college to get invited to a frat party, you’d consider that pretty good since for the most part you keep to yourself. Your roommate got invited from some guy in her lit class, you couldn’t remember his name though, something with a P???

You promised to yourself you’d put yourself more out there socially in college, and so far it was working! Though that doesn’t mean that you almost turned around and b-lined it back home when you saw somebody already taking a nap on the front lawn of the frat house, if Mj wasn’t basically strong holding your arm with hers you definitely would. It took her five minutes outside and another three in the doorway to convince you to just stay for only a few hours. She didn’t want to come alone and she wanted an excuse to see this guy outside of class. You’d be doing her a favor and that’s what friends do, so you agreed.

You both hung around the kitchen for a bit, nursing some cheap ass beer that you were going to abandon on the counter and not return to it when you got the chance. After maybe half an hour Peter, or as you dubbed him “guy from English” finally appeared, he was really friendly, a bit of a chatterbox but you can see why Mj would find him cute. He wasn’t really your personal type though, you’d want someone with darker hair, maybe a bit taller, a bit more buff, maybe-

“Oh! Hey- Miguel!” You blinked out of your thoughts, when Peter waved someone over from behind you, only to be met with the guy who sat next to you during the first day of your statistics class. “Miguel this is Mj and her friend-I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” You go to answer but Miguel beat you to the chase. You had to clench your bottle a bit tighter to keep yourself from smiling too enthusiastically. “You two know each other?” Peter asked with a head tilt.

“Um, we both have Mr.Peterson for Statistics. We sat next to each other on the first day.” You answered, before sneaking a glance at him, covering it by taking a sip of your drink. You hadn’t been able to interact much outside of sharing the occasional note through text though, since you both haven’t been able to sit next to each other since not for the lack of trying though.

“Ohhh yeah I think Miguel’s mentioned you before.” Peter blurted out, before receiving a light glare from the other male. “You guys share notes right?” He continued, making it seem like that all he mentioned.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s tired of me always bugging him. I swear Mr, Peterson talks like a million words per minute.” You laughed, your cheeks flesh from the cheap alcohol and the humidity of all the bodies in a two story house.

“No, don’t worry about it.” Miguel he assured you with a head shake. “I’m sure half the class has the same notes anyways.”

—

You were actually enjoying yourself, you had expected to stay maybe an hour tops. But it’s probably because you had someone else to talk to while Mj and Peter kept sneaking off to “grab another drink” for ten minutes before coming back empty handed.

As the night went on, the more crowded the first floor got. It was a bit much, so you four plus a few more people snuck into one of the rooms upstairs with a half empty bottle of Tito’s. It went from passing the bottle around in a circle to the bottle on the ground. You weren’t really sure how spin the bottle got started but at least it no one’s landed on you yet.

You were sitting between Peter and a random blond girl. You couldn’t help but feel the way your heart pounded as you moved onto your knees to reach the bottle, giving it a good spin. It felt like you were watching the bottle spin forever, if you were in a coming of age movie this is when the camera would go into slow motion and the sound of your heartbeat would overtake the muffled sound of Uncle ACE from Blood Orange playing from downstairs. You had barely noticed when it had stopped, pointing in the opposite direction of you. Eyes slowly moving up until they locked with dark brown.

Shit.

“No way you got Miguel!” Peter laughed, making you look back and shoot him a glare. Mj moved over to hit him lightly on the arm, as you slowly crawled over until you were in front of him.

“Sorry.” You whispered to Miguel, before slowly moving in. He almost wanted to reply with “it’s okay” but he didn’t have the chance to. Eyes fluttering shut as your soft lips met his.

Wow, they're good kisser.

The kiss wasn’t too long, a few seconds at most, though you’re sure you might be overthinking it, you didn’t want it to last too long. So you pulled away, eyes still closed just long enough to not notice the way his lips followed in an attempt to keep the contact just a bit longer.

[oopsabird]

sailor moon kitty overseeing the mission control room in houston as we leave orbit to head for the moon??? based.

[thespaceloft]

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summary: coworker!clark kent getting jealous of the new photographer flirting with you warning: 18+ needy and jealous clark, three some, gender neutral reader note: enjoy!

The heat of Clark’s gaze could burn you in an instant. Despite being in a team debrief with Perry in the middle of the office, Clark had his eyes glued to you and your photojournalist, Peter Parker. He was fidgeting with a pencil that eventually broke in half after Peter whispered something to your ear. 

Eyes on the board, you texted Clark. Instead he kept his dark blue eyes at you, eyebrows scrunched. 

“Is he always like that?” Peter whispered, toying with his lanyard. Clark looked at him with disgust. He hated his perfectly wavy hair, his way of dressing that looked like it came out of an early 2000’s magazine, and the way he made you laugh—like a lot. 

“He has moments,” You said, rolling your eyes. “Ignore him.” 

“Sure, boss,” Peter joked. It has been a month since Peter was assigned to you, a photographer from New York. Perry employed him after his famous pictures of Spider-man. For the past two months, Spider-man has been seen in Metropolis fighting bad guys faster than Superman ever did. 

“How about Spider-man V. Superman: A Heated Rivalry,” Jimmy said to the team, spreading his hands wide to emphasize the title Peter choked on his coffee, while an audible scoff came out of Clark. 

“You think you could get an interview with them?” Perry asked you. You never said no to any stories Perry wanted to tell, but this one? You were unsure. 

“This is much worse than hashtag supershit,” Clark said, arms crossed so tightly his shirt could’ve ripped. He sighed, “but sure why not, I’ll hit up Superman and send him your way. 

“Really, you’d do that?” you said in disbelief. It has been a while since you’ve talked sincerely with Clark, it’s usually arguments and bantering these days about work. Plus, it was even more unbelievable because he has been vocal about not liking Spider-man. Silly man in a red and blue suit he’s obviously a Superman rip-off! He’d say. 

“You think you could get Spider-man’s contact info, Parker?” an eyebrow raised. “You seem to know him very well.” 

“I’m pretty sure he’d be down here faster than Superman,” Peter said, smirking. 

“I doubt that,” Clark said, walking out to the coffee counter.  

Perry eventually ended the meeting. Everyone was back to working on their own desks. Clark stayed at the counter looking like he was making coffee for everyone. You walked to the coffee counter to help him out. 

“Is it still two sugars?” Clark said, facing away from you. 

“Erm, yeah,” you said, smoothing your palms on your shirt. “Thanks for the save by the way.” 

“Anytime,” he said. “Do you know how Peter likes his coffee?” 

“Black,” you said. Clark quickly looked at you with his brows even more furrowed. You wanted to laugh at how silly he looked. “What? We spend a lot of time together, of course I’ll know.” 

“D’you spend time at his place? House tours on his new flat I suppose,” Clark said, putting more than a spoonful of sugar on Peter’s cup. You stopped his hand, an obvious size difference between you two. 

“Oh my god, Clark,” If your eyes could roll much farther back you would. “Are you seriously jealous of him? After not talking to me for weeks? You are so unbelievable!” 

“I was keeping my distance, you knew why that had to happen,” he said. He was facing you know, his broad frame eclipsing the light over you. 

“I actually don't know Clark, you were pretty vague about it,” you looked up at him, his black curls over his face, his glass falling nearer to the tip of his nose. There was always a surge of blood through you when you argue with him. 

“I wanted you to be happy,” he uttered in a low but serious tone. 

“You broke up with me! Right when I needed you the most, how was that making me happy?” You said, looking around to see if anyone heard you, tears slowly creeping. 

“You absolutely know why,” he was clearly hinting at his secret rendezvous. “It was never safe for us to be together.” 

“Then why are you so pressed about me and Peter?” Clark didn't know what to say. You’re right, he shouldn’t care, he shouldn’t be jealous at all. 

Clark’s response was never spoken. He stood there in shame, gazing away from you. 

“Right,” you said, leaving the counter. 

Later that day, on top of the Daily’s building sat Superman. His body ached from being thrown around buildings. Despite everyone in the crowd cheering for him, TV reporters wanting to interview him, he escaped all of them to sit and ponder. All he wanted to do right now was talk to you and apologize. 

If there is one thing he hated the most, it was seeing you cry. 

“Nice save out there,” Spider-man said. Leaning on the Daily Planet sign. 

“Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Peter,” he said. Spider-man was taken aback. Clark stared at the skyline, the direction of your apartment. 

“You’re mentioned a lot when we’re together,” Peter said. “There’s still a lot of love shared between you two.” 

“Maybe before,” Clark said. Peter took off his mask and sat next to him. 

“Only one way of finding out,” Peter said, tapping Clark’s shoulder before taking a thwip at a nearby building. 

Your nightly routine was perfect, shower, then skincare, maybe a few minutes reading a book then off to sleep. After closing the cap of your moisturizer, you heard a knock on your window. It was Peter, unmasked. 

“Are you hurt?” you said, letting him in. Behind him was Superman, his head down like he was hiding his face from you. “Clark?”

“What is he doing here?” you continued. The two men sat on your sofa. Peter unzipped the top half of the suit in such a way it hung on his hips, a worn out graphic tee underneath. They both drank the water you offered them. 

“Well you wanted that interview right?” Peter said. “Here it is.” 

The silence was thick in the air, weighing down on you and Clark. He finished his water but his lips stayed pressed on the glass, cold and uncomfortable. 

“Oh, come on you two, the tension is making me feel faint,” Peter said, pressing the iced glass on his forehead. 

“It was rude of me to come at you like that, I’m sorry,” Clark said, slowly lifting his head to match your gaze. 

“Asshole move by the way,” you took their glasses and put them in the sink. When you came back the two boys were following your every move. “You know it was never about being a hero, I just… wished you could've been more honest with me. I would understand.” 

“I’m sure Peter treats you better,” Clark said, even though he didn’t mean it like that it did come off a little condescending. 

“Peter and I are just friends,” you said. “We’ve known each other since college. When I found out he wanted to move I asked him to move here and work with me.” 

“So…not dating then,” Clark said. “Cool…cool…” 

“Well not yet,” Peter said. 

“Not helping!” you interjected. “I like you two but you guys are making it harder for me.” 

“You like…us?” The two men said in unison. 

You shut your eyes and shook your head, surprised with what you said. “That’s not–”

It was Clark who stood first, Peter followed. 

“Let me explain,” You said, putting your hands in front of you as if pushing them away. “You’re both great, okay. Clark’s kind of an asshole sometimes but you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known. And Peter, you’re the most patient and understanding person ever. And I’ve really been confused with what I feel lately because I don’t want to have to choose–” 

“You don’t have to,” Peter said. He came closer and held your hand. “I’m sure there’s space for both of us.” He looked at Clark, who nodded and went next to you.

“If you’d let us.” Clark held your other hand, rubbing his thumb on your skin. 

The three of you sat at the edge of your bed in nothing but underwear. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you said, smoothing your palms on your thighs.

“If you want out you could just sit there and watch us,” Peter jokingly said. 

“That’s an option?” you said, smiling. Clark looked like a deer in headlights. 

You held his face and kissed his lips, warm and soft like how you remembered it. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, another hand holding your cheek. You pulled back, much to Clark’s dismay. Peter’s kiss was slow and definite. Like a spider, his hands crept all over your body. Your back, your waist, your chest. 

Clark felt your hand on his wrist, pulling him in. With that, the three of you joined in a kiss. Tongues going back and forth through wet lips, the heat of your breaths echoes with moans and grunts. Peter dragged his kisses to your jaw, down to your neck. Clark kissed the back of your ear, his hand steady on the curve of your back. 

The two men moved around you like they knew each other’s thoughts. Clark shifted so that you sat between his thick thighs, your back against the hard muscles of his chest. Peter, on the other hand, was on his knees, kissing the skin of your thighs. Clark continued kissing your nape, his hands teasing your nipples. 

You could feel Clark’s hard cock twitch at each whimper. Peter’s lips made their way to the skin above your sex, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing from your body. His mouth teased the perimeter, the heat in between your legs growing more and more. Clark’s hips would move ever so slightly, the tip of his cock rubbing against his boxers. 

“Gosh, you sound so beautiful,” Clark said, kissing and nipping at your neck. 

Peter chuckled. Clark was right, he was leaking in his boxers just from the sound of your moans. He placed his mouth on your sex, licking and sucking on the sensitive gland. Your hands smoothed through his hair before pulling them in, his tongue adding more pressure to your center. 

“Fuck–I don’t want to come yet,” you cried out. Peter halted, letting a string of saliva drag out from your sex. “I need to see you both first.” 

They both stood in front of you with cocks pointing north. This time you finally had the opportunity to look at them next to each other. Clark was obviously bigger, in every sense of the word. Shoulders wide, muscular arms, thighs bigger than your head. Peter was equally handsome though, he had wide shoulders, but his body leaner and more fit for agile strides in the sky. 

They both undressed. Your thoughts felt like mush, it was as if you were drunk from their presence. 

“Did you just gulp?” Peter said, scratching the back of his head.

“Did I?” your eyes were transfixed on their erections. You took Peter’s cock first, it was the smaller of the two–still a good seven inches though and mostly because you were scared Clark’s cock would bruise your throat. You licked a strip from underneath up to the leaking tip. Peter’s eyes rolled back from the wetness of your tongue. 

“Damn,” Peter yelped when you took the last inch, sucking as you pulled back. “That mouth feels so good.” 

You didn’t want to leave Clark hanging. He felt your warm hand on his cock, slowly stroking. For a man dubbed by many to be made of steel he wanted to bend and break like a sand castle in front of you. You let go of Peter’s cock with a loud pop, still stroking it with your spit as lube. 

Being a bit scared proved to be right, your jaw hurt a little from sucking Clark’s cock. It was definitely thicker, but it felt so good to just suck on it, earning deep guttural moans from him. “You’re so good at that sweetie, missed that mouth so much.”

“I missed doing things with it.”

“Other than arguing?” Clark snickered. He picked you up so he could kiss you again this time more desperate than the last. “Bend over for me and Peter, yeah?”

You do as you’re told. Clark positioned himself at your back, rubbing his cock on your ass. Peter sat in front of you, leg spread on the bed. He kissed you again and again until you were breathless. “Knew you had it in you,” he said, just in time for the two of them to fuck you together. 

You’ve never felt this full before, your nails dug into your sheets for control. Clark gently stroked inside you, slick from your spit and arousal. You gasped when he was fully in, sucking in Peter’s cock deeper in the process. You pleasured them both from each end, using the same rhythm through each stroke. “Needy for Clark’s cock?” Peter said, patting your head. 

You nodded, cheeks flushed and damp with tears. Clark’s grip on your waist was tight and strong, he fucked his fill into you that your hips were sure to get sore. He places his hand on your sex and uses the wetness to pleasure you. Your body felt tingly from all the touching and fucking that the arousal dripped down your thighs and into the bed. 

“You should see this face, Clark, teary eyed from taking two dicks,” Peter cooed. “You’ve been wanting this haven’t you?”

“Yes–” you gasped for air. “He’s stretching me out.” 

Clark got harder after you said that, he wanted to finish inside you, show you how much he missed you. “I’m close—haven’t come since our last time,” Clark was on top of you, his body weight pressing on you slightly. His thrust became faster, each stroke a hard assault on your sensitive spot. 

“Go for it, come inside me.”

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Clark melted in response, shooting his come inside your warmth filling you to the brim. Clark laid down on his side while trying to catch his breath. Peter flipped you over so he could take his turn while you faced him. 

“Think you can take on more?” Peter said, kissing you again.

“I told you…there’s space for both of you,” the two of you shared one more kiss while Peter entered. He dug his face to the corner of your neck, lifting your legs so he could feel the warmth. He could still feel Clark’s come inside, making things slicker, his cock going in and out easier. 

Clark cuddled you in, using his bicep as a pillow. You two watched Peter’s cock go in and out of you, Clark’s joined a hand to pleasure your sex. Your body tensed, a knot forming tighter and tighter. 

“I’m so close too,” Peter said, his face was pink, his lips reddened and needing one more kiss. 

You reached to stroke Clark’s cock again, he was already moaning and panting through your kiss. “Kiss me again,” you said to both of them. They both joined into a kiss, stroking their hips. Clark’s hand on your sex helped bring you closer. “I’m coming,” you moaned. 

The air in the room drowned in the sounds of your climax, panting and grunting as Peter emptied himself in you. The three of you cuddled until the next hour, sharing kisses here and there before Peter had the great idea of doing it all over again in the shower. 

Perry woke up with an e-mail from you. Can’t come to work, interview with Spider-man. And another e-mail from Clark. The Superman story right now, might be late. 

The interview would last a day…or two.

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COMPUTAAAAAAAA

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coworker!clark kent getting jealous of the new photographer flirting with you

[honey-on-your-tongue]

can i have both though?

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Computa…

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Thinking about how actress!reader was a nervous wreck from the moment the phone call ended. Pacing around the hotel suite as you droomscrolled on twitter instead of getting ready for the day. Prompting Miguel to take your phone away, telling you he’s keeping it for the rest of the day (or until you calm down).

Bodyguard!Miguel that had barely enough time to properly prepare himself for the flood of European (and American who had traveled) paparazzi that rushed towards you the second you stepped out of the hotel lobby. A surprise yelp leaves your lips at the sensation of Miguel’s large hands pulling you against him, one arm quickly wrapping around your waist as the other pushes away the buzzing swarm around you. Your mind goes into fight or flight mode from all the commotion, unfortunately your body chooses the third, unspoken option: freeze.

Panicked hands go to cover your eyes from the flashing lights, not even thinking about going to grab the sunglasses from your purse. Pupils constricting, your eyes not trained yet to the constant flashing as you attempt to blindly walk through the crowd, your only sense of direction to the car was Miguel. Heart jumping to your throat when you almost miss a step on the hotel stairs.

You couldn’t even hear yourself think over all the noise, people calling your name in an attempt to ask you questions about the rumors, about you and your costar, the constant shuttering of cameras, Miguel shouting at people to stay clear. It was too much.

You knew what you were signing yourself up, the second you signed that dotted line on your manager’s contract. That eventually, you’d activate the stardom you’ve always dreamed of. Your face plastered on big screens, movie posters, you had almost forgotten how quickly those aspirations could turn into something else. Even as a young teen, you watched those TMZ videos of celebrities who had gotten into a scandal being harassed and followed by paparazzi. You always told yourself that if you ever got to that level you’d never do anything to end up in that position.

You didn’t realize that something as simple as gelato could end up so messy.

Bodyguard!Miguel that was finally able to pull you into the car, silence flooding the vehicle as he pulled away from the hotel. Too focused on driving to notice the way your hands trembled in your lap, knuckles turning to white around the hem of your shirt.

Bodyguard!Miguel who was too focused on driving to notice the way your eyes were watering, lashes blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, thanking the lord you wore waterproof mascara today.

Bodyguard!Miguel who was too focused on driving to notice the way your teeth bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from breathing erratically.

Bodyguard!Miguel who finally noticed, when you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a shaky sob.

—

Without much thought he pulled into an empty parking space. They were probably going to be a bit late to the meeting your manager had scheduled but they could wait, you weren’t in any condition to leave the car if he didn’t get you to calm down.

“Hey, hey…” His usual deep voice, now soft as he turned to you and pushed the hair out from your face before gently sliding them down. Rough calloused hands enveloping your softer one. “What’s going on? Tell me what’s going on?”

Another sob escaped your throat as you shook your head, not having the strength to speak yet. Miguel tried his best not to release an annoyed sigh, he wasn’t one to comfort others, it wasn’t in his job description, if he wanted to hear about people’s feelings, he would have been a therapist. But something about the way your pretty doe eyes refuse to meet his, and the sight of your usual sweet smile was replaced with trembling lips and distressed sobs. He couldn’t handle the heartache it gave him.

“Okay, just- breathe… take a deep breath.” He muttered gently, treating you almost like a frightened deer, afraid if he came across as too harsh (despite knowing you were used to his usual cold behavior) that you’d close yourself off more. His hands holding yours as he took his own in example, releasing it involuntarily when you took your own.

If you weren’t in the throes of a panic attack, you would have been a bit weirded by his sudden gentle behavior. Or the way that when you went to take your hand away from his to wipe away some tears that he was already on the job, the warmth of his hand making you lean into his touch for a split second.

“I’m-I’m sorry…” You finally spat out as you sniffed, not noticing the way Miguel’s eyebrows furrowed slightly before you continued. Reddening eyes finally open to his concerned gaze. “I-I know that I’d eventually be swarmed by paparazzi in my career. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.” You explained, keeping yourself from hiccuping as much as you can in between words. “I wasn’t prepared for it… embarrassing I know…” You ended your words with a weak chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood, but by the way Miguel’s eyes softened ever so slightly, it was obvious he didn’t find it amusing.

“It’s not.” He shook his head slightly as he brought his hand back up to wipe away a few more lingering tears that released from when you chuckled. “I haven’t been doing this job for that long, but I’ve been doing it long enough to tell you that a lot of celebrities don’t react well to that.” His words made you warm with reassurance, his touch made you feel grounded. “No one would in that position, you’re human. Don’t get embarrassed about your emotions.” For one who usually doesn’t do as much speaking in your dynamic, he sure was good with words.

—

Bodyguard!Miguel who wouldn’t start the car again until the teary-eye expression left your face.

Bodyguard!Miguel who excused your flushed cheeks to the Italian summer weather.

Bodyguard!Miguel who pretended like he didn’t notice the way you looked at him during the rest of the car ride, as if he had suddenly hung the stars and moon. Excusing it on just being a tired-like gaze, emotionally draining from the past hour.

Bodyguard!Miguel who didn’t want to feed on any delusions about his feelings towards you.

Bodyguard!Miguel who made sure you were alright one more time before shutting the car off in the set's parking lot…and one more time before you were in front of the trailer that some of the higher producers used as a makeshift office.

—

“Sorry we’re late.” You said as soon as you entered, eyes immediately falling on the group that was sitting around a table with some coffees. “It was hard to get here with the paparazzi.” Not a complete lie.

“It’s fine.” Your manager said as he motioned for you to join the group, sounding more calm then he did on the phone, motioning for you to sit in the chair next to him which you quickly did. Miguel stayed at the corner of the room (as always) as you sat to your manager’s right, and to Peter’s left. Next to Peter was his manager, then the head of Marketing, the director and the lead of both of yours and Peter’s Pr teams. (That you had no Idea where even in the country.)

“So we all were talking about how to tackle this situation before you both came here.” The director started as he looked between you and Peter. “Usually, we would just have you both release a statement saying that there aren't any romantic feelings between you both.” The sentence almost sounded like a question but he continued before you could dwell on his tone too much. “But…because this is a romance movie… it wouldn’t help give the movie more publicity-“

“In fact, it’ll do the opposite.” The marketing director butted in as he slid over a sheet towards you and Peter. “We looked at what some were saying online, and overall it would be worse for us if we came out with such a statement.”

“People love it when costars on romance movies actually get involved in real life, it gives them more motivation for them to see the movie. It makes the whole thing more authentic to them, meaning they’ll come watch, meaning more sales.” The director spoke again, making you and Peter share a look. They weren’t thinking what you were thinking… right? “So we were thinking…”

Oh god.

“That you and Peter could…pretend to have a relationship.”

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