hello! Welcome to my blog! Tbh I don't do that much here (I'm more active on ig) but this is the sole place I post occasional fics! I don't write as often as I draw but I thought I should have a place to compile the fics I do have☺️
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Right now, I write for Miguel O'Hara. No smut here besides some suggestive stuff :)
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Soft Spot - Miguel fixes your dimensional travel watch.
missed you - Just a fluffy blurb.
Unexpected Gifts - Miguel makes you a gift for Valentine's Day.
Close Calls - A frightening experience pushes the two of you (too close) together.
Summery: Miguel gets home and see's his roommate still sitting on the couch in the same spot as when he left, only difference now is Y/n's shoulders were slumped and her phone was on the coffee table. he hated that crushed look on her face.. so he decided to take her out himself.
Triggers: None
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You spent the entire week looking forward to this date, i mean, everything seemed to be going well. they were a friend you had been crushing on for ages. when you finally had the courage to confess, you were ecstatic to find out they felt the same way.
The two of you continued to talk and they officially asked you out. you spent the whole week getting ready, new dress, shoes and perfume. everything was going well...
or least, thats what you thought..
Miguel had been distant the entire week but you didn't register it while you were wrapped up in your fairy tale fantasy. he left earlier that night to grab some groceries and you stayed back to wait for your date.
so you waited..
and waited...
checked your phone again..
waited more..
and more..
and more..
Every time you checked the time, you felt like shards of glass started to pierce your heart. slowly, because you didn't want to believe they'd ghost you- why would they? everything was going well, maybes you're overreacting.
Your perfume started to feel less sweet and more tantalizing as the night dragged on. at some point, you started counting seconds. you shot a couple texts, all came back as read, no reply.
Half an hour later Miguel came back. he was surprised to see you were still there but you didn't look over.
Miguel sensed the mood and bit his lip before responding "what happened?.." he said as he sorted the groceries on the kitchen counter
"No idea.." you responded in defeat. your phone on the table face down, you were tempted to check again but you knew nothing changed. you're notifications were on, you would've heard if a message came in. "...Miguel"
"Yeah..?" he looked up feeling his gut twist at the tone
"I dont think they're coming.." your voice nearly broke, you felt your throat start to swell but swallowed thickly in a attempt to suppress.
Miguel grit his teeth, gripping the cans in his hands with more force then necessary. he was seething with anger over the whole situation.
Truth is, he himself had feelings for you. seeing you gush over this guy nearly killed him. but he kept to himself, watching as you had that cute smile on your face the whole week. when he saw you in that dress, he thought you were the most beautiful sight he ever laid eyes on. he left that night expecting to not see you till midnight or even the next morning..
but this... this was way worse. if jealousy didn't get him, then your crushed expression might. Miguel swiftly put the perishables away and practically ran to his room.
You perk up slightly at the noise, unshed tears slightly escaping as you blink. were it not for the fact you invested in waterproof mascara beforehand, your tears would look like ink was paint brushed along your cheeks.
You hear shuffling coming from his closet and after a minute miguel comes out in a leather jacket with a white shirt and black pants with black dress shoes. 'he cleans up fast..' you think to yourself eyeing him up and down through glazed vision.
"C'mon." He said a little rougher then intended
"What-"
"if you-" he took a deep breath before continuing "If you still feel going out.. I'll take you wherever you want.." he averted his eyes, because if he looked at you directly, maybe he'd spill everything he'd been thinking up till that moment.
you remained silent.
"...I dont want you to waste your night. not after getting excited and dressed up.."
You felt the tension in your shoulders loosen as he continued.
"You can cry about it later, but tonight at least.. let me do what he couldn't."
You pause. then, after a minute, you wipe away a couple tear streaks on your face before getting up and grabbing your bag. you smile, genuinely, maybe the night wasn't completely ruined afterall.
Miguel had arrived home just a minute ago. You'd felt the tell-tale prickle on your skin—the soft whoosh in the air that signaled a portal opening somewhere nearby. Then the bed creaked and groaned in the bedroom as a familiar weight settled onto it. Silence fell over the apartment again.
You finished up in the bathroom and stepped out, flipping off the light. Miguel was there, stretched out on the bed in the soft lamplight. He lay on his back, His arm draped over his eyes and his foot propped up on the comforter. The other leg still hung over the edge like he couldn't be bothered to drag the rest of himself onto it.
"Hey, baby." You greeted softly. He hadn't moved or acknowledged you just yet, even though you knew he would have heard you in the house as soon as he stepped in—enhanced senses and all that. But even those senses got tired some days.
You crawled onto the bed and gently settled yourself against his side. The warmth of his body seeped into yours as you lay an arm across his middle, loosely hugging him. Miguel dragged his arm down from his eyes to rest it around your back, his fingers brushing your side like a feather.
"Work pretty busy today?" You murmured, tilting your head to prop your chin on his chest.
His responding hum was so deep that it rumbled against your chin. "Yeah." He mumbled roughly, like just speaking took effort.
Your lips turned down in a sympathetic pout. "I'm sorry, baby."
You slid your hand up across his chest and to his tight, muscular shoulders. You delicately squeezed and rubbed the muscle, attempting to massage away the stress he held there.
A soft noise of contentment emitted from his throat. Miguel's hand slid up your spine and stroked your hair, carding through the strands. "It helps coming back home to you." He said softly.
You shivered as his fingers brushed your scalp. A fond smile spread on your lips. "That's all I want for you." You whispered. "To make your days better."
His eyes cracked open finally, the sliver of deep red irises meeting your gaze. "You do."
His hand slipped from your hair so his thumb could stroke your cheek, lightly caressing the corner of your lips. You turned your head just enough to catch the pad of his thumb against the center of your lips, and you held his gaze as you kissed it gently.
His eyes softened, the lingering tension in his face finally draining away. His arms encircled you with a new strength, and he drew you up even closer against him, rolling onto his side as he curled you into his embrace.
Miguel's face buried into your neck and his whole chest swelled as he inhaled deeply. His fingers tightened briefly as if he was trying to cling to your form and drink in your very essence.
"Te amo." He murmured against the steady pulse in your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your own arms wrapped around his broad back, holding him tighter than before.
"I love you, too, Migs."
A/N: Miguel just seems like the type to really need a good, tight hug and that would be enough to satisfy him
Tags & Warnings: Gen, language but its in Spanish so if you don't know what it means, it doesnt count, established relationship, fluff, lots of kissies and shyness, slight loser!Miguel, SO unedited good lord, stay safe out there yall
TIME 0300 HOURS 02-13
Miguel sunk back into his seat, maroon eyes slitted in thought behind steepled fingers.
"Oh, don't tell me you forgot!", his AI scolded, fluttering like a gnat behind Miguel's closed eyes.
"I didn't," he lied. "And I still have time," he insisted, rubbing his tired eyes with a huff. LYLA tutted on his shoulder amusedly, every pixel oozing stifled laughter.
Miguel had been busy this week. Really, he had! He was also busy last week, come to think of it, and probably every week of every month as far back as he cared to think, so how could he have possibly remembered something so…out of the ordinary. Mierda, he huffed, tugging at his scalp. Valentine's Day was in 24 hours and he'd done absolute shock all to prepare for it. And this year, he really should have. How many months have been pining after this woman, he groaned internally, and now that I have her, I went and forgot all about her, cabrón! Miguel scrunched his nose, pressing his palms into his face.
"Hey, it's okay," LYLA cooed, her voice tinged with pity. He peered back at her between his fingers, glowing red eyes slitted in cat-like contempt.
"It's been a while since you've celebrated it," his AI soothed, sitting cross-legged on the edge of a monitor. "And it's 3 AM now, and Luz usually gets here around 8 or 9 AM, meaning you have 30 whole hours! That's plenty of time."
His silence still unbroken, LYLA flitted right up into this face, peeking through the space between his fingers.
"…do you want help? some ideas maybe?"
Miguel muttered something incomprehensible, though likely vulgar in response.
"The ol' classics would be good for a first Valentine's, yeah?", LYLA offered, pulling up ordering sites, and tabs for local stores and restaurants. "How about flowers? Chocolates? Jewelry, if you're feeling fancy. Or maybe a dinner date?" she rattled off.
"Do you think she'd like that?", Miguel mused as he sat up, propping his elbow on the table while analyzing LYLA's results.
"Hm? Which one?", she paused, sliding two more tabs into view.
"…all of them?"
"Miguel."
"It's too much?"
"I mean, I'm sure she'd be flattered….but yeah, it's a bit much, big guy," LYLA giggled, pink shades flashing.
Miguel's chair groaned under the weight of his pouting. Usually one to always have a plan of action, or at least some sense of direction, he found himself frustratingly lost, second guessing each decision over and over.
"Just flowers, then," he concluded after a long pause. "And jewelry," he added hastily.
Miguel hummed in agreement, working alongside his assistant to finalize his plans. Every now and again, LYLA chanced a little glance at him, his brows furrowed in deep focus. It was cute, she thought, to see Miguel so invested in a jewelry store's listings instead of a his work. She could hardly remember the last time he'd asked her to help him with something like this.
At the half hour mark, with everything decided, Miguel sat back in his chair for a final time. A tremor of what he could only call giddiness bubbled up deep in his chest, lips pursing into an almost-smile. LYLA flickered up to his shoulder again, settling affectionately into the crook of his neck with a little grin of her own.
"I'm sure Luz will be thrilled."
TIME 0700 HOURS 02-14
deet—
Luz shut off her alarm at the first ring. She'd been lying awake for the last three hours, thinking and overthinking herself in circles.
Flipping over under the covers, she buried her nose deeper into the pillows. Her stomach was doing somersaults, mind abuzz with what the day would bring. Might bring, she corrected. After all, there was no guarantee that Miguel would do anything for the occasion. They'd really just become official, she reasoned, and perhaps it might be too soon. Why, it was only two weeks ago that he'd given her a real kiss. On the lips.
Luz flushed furiously, her pillowcase the only witness. But my god, had it been delicious. Her heart rattled in her chest just at the memory of it all. It had been soft and sweet; chaste even, as if he was afraid he'd break her if he held her too long. But their noses had brushed just before he leaned in, his fingers threaded gently into her hair, and heaven help her, she'd melted at his touch. And then it ended.
She'd been reliving the moment in her head ever since, the tender look in Miguel's eyes burned behind her lids forever. It had been their first kiss together, sure; but it had been Luz's first ever. Perhaps she was being greedy, Luz conceded, but dammit all she wanted was another. Just one, pleaaase?, she begged deep inside, legs flailing in the air behind her in a fit of desperation.
Luz let the tension in her body slip away as she sensed the early morning rays filter in through the tall windows, their tint lightening on someone else's command.
"Hi LYLA," she sighed, eyes cracking open to meet the little sprite.
"Rise 'n shine, sleepyhead," the AI chirped back, standing atop Luz's head. LYLA walked a lazy path down her spine, taking a more gentle approach to this wake up call than she normally would with Miguel. She'd reached the small of her back before Luz threw off the covers and got out of bed.
As she got on with her routine, Luz couldn't help but notice how much the little pixie seemed to be hovering. In fact, she was practically inside her ear as Luz brushed her teeth, a toothy smile plastered across her face. And she just couldn't shake her!
"…what's up with you?", Luz finally broke, putting a milk carton back into the fridge. She was already on edge, and the added pressure of Miguel's not-so-informant was making her more stressed, and late.
"Aren't you excited?!" LYLA blurted out with a shrill. Luz waited for an elaboration that never came.
"About Valentines Day?", Luz filled in with a quirked brow. "…yeah, of course," she trailed off, busying herself with suiting up to avoid the AI's attention. But LYLA kept looking at her intently, pixels twinkling in anticipation. Luz let out a huff.
"Ok, admittedly? I'm kinda super-ultra nervous," she winced, lips pursing at the silliness of it all. But she refused to elaborate further, even as LYLA pressed, worrying that any precious details were unlikely to be kept between just the two of them. She'd be lying if the anxiety wasn't getting to her, but at least a tight lid could save her future embarrasment, right?
As the elevator doors slid shut on the way down to the lobby, though, panic began to settle in much deeper and Luz opened up like it was a confessional.
"I've never done this before, what am I even supposed to do?", she spluttered out unprompted. "I mean, I'm not expecting anything, but do you think he is?", she continued breathlessly. LYLA nodded sagely, her terrible poker face going unnoticed as Luz rambled to herself.
"What would Miguel even want anyway?", Luz added with a sigh of defeat, doors dinging like a death toll as they reached the ground floor. LYLA flickered up to sit on the rim of her shades, her apologetic face dangling from above.
"Gee, Luz, I guess I should've checked in on you earlier this week, huh?"
"S'alright, I'll figure something out," Luz blinked up at her, "…eventually."
They walked on in silence, slowly threading their way through HQ. Luz wracked her brain all the while, quiet contemplation almost palpably intense. She stopped by the cafeteria to buy herself some time, staring fervidly into the pastry shelf as if it held the answer to life. But as they neared the mouth of the dimly-lit lab at the edge of the main console, Luz felt her palms sweat, still no closer to a plan. This is ridiculous, she chided herself. Hell, the last time she'd been this nervous, she was deep in a thicket of overgrown forest on Earth-1270, being chased by—oh!
"LYLA!" she gushed, "I think I've got it! What do you think of…"
But when Luz looked for the little AI, she was nowhere to be seen.
TIME 0800 HOURS 02-15
"She's on her wa-aay," LYLA's sing-song voice erupted into Miguel's ear. Like a crack of lightning, he startled straight.
"¡Cállate!", he hissed through his teeth, swatting her away quickly. Miguel cleared his throat, muttering some ridiculous excuse to the Society member currently on the line to justify the abrupt end of their call. As soon as the call dropped, Miguel swiveled around to bite.
"¿Qué te dije de—,"
"Awww you're just as nervous as she is," LYLA snickered while kicking her legs sweetly, noticing the uptick in his suit's body temperature readings.
"I'm not," he shot back, not bothering to look at her.
Miguel's eyes were instead trained on the tabs in front of him, his face bathed in vibrant orange light. Though there were at least fifteen floating in front of him, only two had his full attention. Scarlet eyes flicked between the two camera feeds, watching intently as Luz dilly-dallied on her way to the control room. What are you worried for, muñeca?, he mused, fondness fluttering between his ribs. But deep in the center of it, he couldn't shake the small seed of doubt worming its way through. Does she think that I forgot? Or is she worried she'll be disappointed? Miguel pressed his tongue into his cheek.
Absently, he fiddled with the latch on his workbench, tugging the drawer just barely open and shut. Through the monitor, he caught the glowing red reflection of the rose bouquet on Luz's desk behind him.
"You think she'll like it?", he asked aloud, almost more to himself than his AI. LYLA shrugged unhelpfully, before popping up onto her feet.
"Too late now to worry about that, Migs, she's on her way in!", she hissed excitedly before fizzling out of sight.
The pattering of familiar footsteps reached his ear before Luz crossed the threshold. Miguel initiated his descent, though he knew well enough that she never waited for it anyway. As she stepped into view, Miguel warmed in appreciation, whatever nerves she'd been feeling completely wiped away by the blinding smile she wore.
"Running late today, hm? What took you?," he called out, feigning total ignorance.
"Breakfast!", Luz curtsied, holding up a couple of paper bags with pride. He watched as she strode up her own staircase of light to meet him, before flipping the switch to ascend once again. Miguel joined her at the ledge, carefully taking her wrist as she presented him with her quarry.
"Oh yeah? What'd you get?", he tilted his head, eyes full of warmth as his lips quirked with amusement. Luz faltered. Her mind had been frayed all morning before, and with nauseatingly pretty view in front of her now, it was impossible to recall anything at all.
"I—uh," she paused as Miguel took her hands patiently, irritatingly unaware of his effect. She blinked twice, looking at the bags in her hand. For all the staring she'd done at the pastry shelves, it seemed to not have made a damn difference.
"Y'know, I don't actually remember," she relented with a shrug. At Miguel's raised brows, Luz giggled sheepishly, taking a few backwards steps to her workspace.
"Here, I'll just ch—oh!"
Luz's breath caught in her throat as she turned around, lips still parted by surprise.
"Do you like it?", Miguel's voice floated from behind, his own breath held in wait.
Pastries forgotten, she found herself mesmerized by the spray of crimson, velvety roses lying enticingly atop her desk. Carefully, her fingers hovered above the bouquet, trailing across the edges of crisp wrapping before cradling the fragile head of a bloom. Luz pressed her hands to her chest, the sudden fullness inside of it almost too painful to bear.
"Oh, Miguel," she started, feeling her voice threaten to crack. Heart thudding like it might fall out of her chest, Luz spun around to embrace Miguel, hoping he might squeeze it back into place. He would have pressed for an answer had he not seen the mistiness of her eyes. He shushed her softly, instead taking her hands and leading her back towards him.
"Me recuerdan a ti," Miguel murmured, guiding Luz to take the seat at his desk, "tan bella como tú." He wasn't entirely sure where this suave side of him was coming from, but the words rang true nonetheless. Though, a flicker of embarrasment crossed his face as he realized it may or may not have come from an overheard telenovela of his childhood. He cleared the thought with his throat.
"And, ah, there's something else I wanted to show you," Miguel pushed on.
He stepped around Luz, reaching for one of the discrete latches on his workstation and sliding open the drawer. Luz began to tiptoe the chair around to follow his movement, but Miguel stopped her swiveling with his other hand, attempting to preserve the precious element of surprise. With her back still to him, Luz let out a puff of faux contempt, ears straining to decipher what the rustling behind her might bring. She pressed her cheek into the tall, cold back of the chair, a smile creeping across her face. All that wasted energy this morning, she mused, I was fretting for what? Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Luz was pulled back to Earth by bright glinting hovering just above her line of sight.
With a jolt, Luz pitched her head back to get a better look, Miguel's large hands appearing in her periphery from behind her. As his arms lowered to just above her shoulders, the scintillating flashes coallesced into focus. If she hadn't been grinning before, she most definitely was now, she thought, cheeks aching from giddiness. Luz watched as small dewdrop of diamond settled against her collarbone, every facet reflecting a fiery glow even in the dim lighting of room. She almost flinched at the warmth of Miguel's hands, brushing against the soft curls at the nape of her neck as he clasped the delicate gold chain for her. After fiddling with it for a moment longer, Miguel's hands stroked down Luz's neck languidly before resting heavily on her shoulders. Whatever shyness she had bated before came flooding back in full force, feeling the heat of her face under her lowered lashes.
Miguel waited for a sign of her approval, but Luz could not for the life of her get a word past the lump in her throat. Finally, he spun the chair around, impatient to see her reaction. Now face to face, his eyes settled appreciatively on his gift nestled perfectly against her chest; however, the pretty face he had been hoping to see too was buried deep in her hands. Miguel tutted softly, taking Luz's wrists. Carefully, he pried her hands away from her face, raising her to her feet with a hum of approval as her blushing face came into view.
"Why so shy, nena?", he chuckled, having to hold Luz's wrists a little tighter to keep her from hiding her face again. "You didn't like it?"
"No!", she whined, "I mean yes! I—of course I love it Miguel," Luz pulled back, desperately trying to avoid his eyes while trying to formulate words from her ringing thoughts. "It's just that—"
"It was…too much?", he offered, pursing his lips. Luz nodded silently as Miguel released his hold.
"But, in a good way," she added gently, clasping her hands earnestly to her chest, imploring him not to take it the wrong way. "I just feel like I haven't done enough for you."
Delicately, Miguel took her chin, thumb brushing feather-light against her lip as he made her meet his gaze.
"Luz, nena, all I wanted was to see your face," he murmured, "to see you light up."
A flustered giggle erupted from her chest, though Miguel held fast to her chin to keep her from looking away again. Mustering her confidence, Luz bit her lip before presenting her idea.
"Miguel, I was wondering…," she trailed off, swallowing thickly as he tilted his head in encouragement. "Are you free this evening?"
Miguel paused.
"Are you asking me on a date?", he quirked his brows, voice laced with amusement.
"Yeah, I guess?", Luz tittered nervously, before getting very serious as she stared into his face. "Is that a yes?"
Miguel chortled in response, nodding as he brushed her bangs to the side. Heartened, Luz continued.
"Oh good! I was thinking we could stroll through Central Park maybe. Don't they usually have music and lights for Valentine's Day?" She was smiling fully now, excited that her own plan was working out.
"Central Park?", he echoed back, surprised he never thought of something so sweet yet simple himself.
"Yes…?," Luz faltered at his tone, eyes widening in sudden horror, "…which is real and totally exists in Nueva York of Earth-928??", she choked out, realizing she may have fully overlooked a teeny tiny, terribly consequential detail.
But Miguel let out a chuckle, devolving into a real laugh as he took her by the crook of her elbow.
"Yeah," he said through a small smile, "yeah it does. No te preocupes, cariño."
Luz's shoulders sagged in immediate relief, a nervous giggle escaping at last.
"And anyway," he continued, stepping infintisimally closer to her. "If it didn't exist here, I'd find us somewhere it did."
Luz leaned into his reassurance, allowing Miguel to take the lead. Gently, he placed his warm hands around Luz's waist, sending a small shiver up her spine. His thumbs rubbed reassuring circles through her suit before pulling her flush against him. Luz tilted her head up, chin resting against Miguel's rising and falling chest, feeling his heart thrum against her jaw as he brushed her curls from her face. He looked deep into her eyes, his gaze so intense that Luz gripped onto his biceps to keep her legs from giving up on her. And then, just like she remembered, Miguel lowered his head to meet her, nose brushing against her own. Her lashes fluttered at his warm breath across her face, his chest rumbling as he spoke.
"Would I be too…selfish…to ask for a second gift?" he purred, smirking at the quiet hitch in Luz's breath. If she meant to choke out a response, it never made it through.
"Dame un beso," Miguel breathed against her lips, before capturing them into a deep kiss.
And for a moment, Luz was weightless. All that tethered her to this world was the consuming pressure of his embrace, the drag of his teeth against her bottom lip. She'd gotten her gift at last, and god, it was perfect. HE was perfect. It was passionate, but gentle, with one only ever pulling away to catch their breath, and the other diving back in just as quickly for another taste. Miguel's fingers threaded through Luz's hair, cradling her head as he walked her backwards, pressing the small of her back against the edge of the desk. They stayed like that for a while, even after the kiss was broken, savoring every second of proximity through heavy lids and parted lips. Miguel dipped down, brushing his nose against her warm cheek, feeling her heaving chest against his throat. He pecked a kiss there, readying to trail hundreds more down the slope of her neck when a high-pitched ringing sliced through the air.
Luz felt his eye twitch more than saw it.
She half-surpressed a laugh, running soothing strokes through his hair as permisson to let go. Miguel, however, grumbled something under his breath, never leaving her skin as he declined the call pinging his watch. But he'd only managed one more smooch before the ringing began again, though from Luz's watch instead. This time Luz couldn't hold back, pushing against his shoulders through a fit of giggles. Miguel straightened up reluctantly, pinching the bridge of his nose as Luz slipped out of his hold. With a squeeze of his arm, she stepped away to take the call.
And though the grating inconvenience of it all would normally have conjured a scowl, Miguel couldn't help the curve of his lips as he watched Luz toy with her necklace as she spoke. Not bad for a first, eh O'Hara?
*first two words in spanish are cursing
"Shut up!"
"What did I tell you about—"
"They reminded me of you…just as beautiful as you"
"Don't worry, sweetheart"
"Give me a kiss"
A/N: ok I'll admit Migs might be a lil ooc in this one, don't crucify me y'all. I was supposed to continue on and write their little date in Central Park but lowkey I started falling out of love with this one the more I wrote, so uh…yeah. Also we need to invent new synonyms for kiss, laugh and whisper because holy HELL is this repetitive. anyway if you're still reading this, I love you and you are my bestest friend ever.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x flustered/hopelessly in love spider-woman!reader
Summary: A frightening experience pushes the two of you (too close) together.
Warnings: mostly yearning and reader is flustered 24/7. Reader has suggestive thoughts.
Word Count: 2100
Neon lights flashed, streaking color across the night sky in your peripherals. The butterflies in your stomach swooped and soared as you rose and fell between the high buildings of Nueva York. Miguel swung ahead of you, the neon red of his suit making him fit right in with the bright city lights. He moved with such ease that it truly impressed you every time you patrolled with him.
You shot a web to catch up, and wind whistled sharply past your ears. You were falling behind, staring at Miguel more than the city below. You needed to focus—do your job. Not gawk at your boss.
It was becoming more frequent now. You were always highly aware of where he was at in a room, and therefore more flustered and distracted, especially when talking to him. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but he never caught on. At least you hoped he didn't.
You blinked, coming back out of your thoughts and to the present. Back to work.
You swung, keeping your eyes trained on the ground. Thwip, swing, thwip, swing.
Your heart raced with the sensation of rising and falling, like you were on a playground swing again. You had grown used to the feeling after being spider-woman for so long, but sometimes, you could tap into that same butterfly feeling in your stomach and let your thoughts fly away like you had nothing in the world to worry about.
You zipped past the corner of a building, sticking your arm out and anticipating the pull of your webbing going taut.
It never came.
Suddenly, that light, butterfly feeling in your stomach increased tenfold, a blast of white-hot terror shooting all the way up your spine. Your limbs flailed, clawing through the air as blinding colors zoomed past you. In a panic, you shot your other arm up, attempting to expel a web. But in a blur of lights and whistling wind, You realized it hadn't worked. Both your web-shooters were out.
"Miguel!" His name erupted from your throat without another thought—a scream.
You tumbled through the air, trying to stabilize yourself so you could at least see and figure out how much time you had left before—
Your body collided with something hard. Your hands gripped on before you could realize what was happening.
"I got you—hold on." Miguel grunted beside your ear.
Your breath heaved shakily from your lungs, your arms and legs wrapping around him automatically.
"Hang on." He said, right before he landed on a small ledge against the side of a building. His momentum crushed his body against you firmly enough that you wheezed. Metal crunched somewhere above your head—one of Miguel's clawed hands digging in to keep the both of you steady.
You pushed your mask off, needing to breathe without its confines. His own mask receded from his face in a flurry of pixels, exposing the intense furrow of his brow as he stared down at you. "You okay?"
Only then did the feeling of his body become quite clear. Your legs were still wrapped around him, limbs stiff from the terror that clung to you. But you were safe now—you had to tell yourself that. Slowly, you slid off him, making sure your feet had a stable position. The small ledge the both of you stood on did no favors for your proximity. His arm around your waist tightened to keep you stable, and suddenly, your heart had a very different reason to be pounding.
"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine. Thanks." You stuttered. Adrenaline still crackled in your body and pulsed in your fingertips. Your eyes drifted down to where your hand rested on his chest, right over his heart. It was beating against your palm just as fast as your own.
You swallowed, your gulp probably audible to him. He was close. Very close. The tight ledge gave little mercy for any space between your bodies, and every part of him that pressed against you set your skin alight with heat. It was a dangerous combination—your heart thrumming in your ears, your thoughts already awry, and the both of you too close. An urge to drag your hand down, feel those muscles of his beneath the brush of your fingers—
"What happened?" He asked, moving his arm from around your waist and grabbing your hand from his chest. He examined your wrist with a critical eye, rubbing his thumb there. "Your web-shooters malfunctioned?"
His hand holding yours only sent your brain into a deeper spiral of inappropriate thoughts. "I can't think." You muttered dumbly.
He dropped your wrist, sliding his hand up to the side of your face and tilting your head back. "Did you hit your head?"
Your eyes slammed shut and you shook your head. His touch and words were too much right now. If you hadn't been clinging to the last shred of composure with everything you still had, you would have turned into putty right in his hands.
You used that little bit of composure, turning it around and shoving it in the place of your annoying feelings and thoughts, hoping it stuck. A harsh breath rushed from your nose. The way Miguel's fingers felt in your hair at the nape of your neck almost pushed you to the edge again.
"I'm fine." You managed. A little sharply, but the words were out nonetheless. "I'm fine."
You opened your eyes once you felt calm enough to face him without cracking, and the tension in his own gaze softened the longer the two of you stared.
"You need better web-shooters." He muttered, eyes tracing down your body pressed against his before coming back up again. Like he only just noticed the kind of position you were in.
"Yeah." Your response was breathy, automatic. Your brain was wandering elsewhere once again, and your eyes dropped to his lips without thinking.
It seemed even the wind held its breath between you, the silence amplifying the rapid drum of your heart, hot and electric. Miguel's hand on your cheek weighed heavy, and your eyes slowly crawled back up, meeting such an intense gaze that it weakened your knees.
His thumb brushed just beside the soft curve of your lips. You didn't dare move—didn't want to. Your lips parted. An invitation, perhaps.
Then he dropped his hand away.
The world snapped back into motion. Miguel straightened, jaw tightening as he pulled back, and heat bloomed in your cheeks. You were so sure he was about to lean in and close the gap, but it appeared you misjudged.
"We should go back." He said roughly.
You dropped your eyes and immediately regretted it as dizziness swelled up in your head. You had become so distracted that you forgot just how high up the two of you were.
You blinked, inhaling through your nose and steadying yourself. You could think about what happened later. Much later when you got home for the night. For now, you had to pretend like everything was fine.
Except for your initial problem.
You glanced around, assessing the city buildings. "I...don't have webs, though."
He looked down at your hands, then cleared his throat. His mask returned to cover his face. "I'll carry you."
Miguel wrapped an arm around your waist and hoisted you against him with ease. You tried very hard to keep your mind from straying as he swung all the way back to HQ, but it was difficult when your arms were looped around his neck and every muscle bunching and stretching in his shoulders was all too easily felt.You hoped that your own mask you had shoved back on could contain the heat in your face.
Once Miguel touched ground on the roof of HQ, you were already looking forward to escaping his distracting presence. But then he suggested he fix your web-shooters, and your heart clenched. The automatic urge to decline came up to your throat, but when you opened your mouth to speak, the words couldn't make it. Instead, a wobbly agreement came out.
Now, the two of you stood in his quiet lab, your wrist in his hand and his focus narrowed to the tiny mechanisms in your web-shooter. The both of you had removed your masks again in the comfort of HQ.
Unfortunately, that meant you had to strictly keep your eyes on his working hands for a long while to avoid staring at his pretty face.
"I'm glad you were there when my webs failed." You broke the silence carefully, looking up at him.
He paused his work, eyes lifting to yours. The ever-present crease between his brow softened just enough for you to notice. "Me too." He said quietly.
Then his gaze dropped back down, and he adjusted his hold on your wrist, the mask of concentration quickly returning to his face. He cleared his throat. "You got lucky."
"Yeah..." You let out a weak chuckle. "I did."
The warmth of his hand holding your wrist sank through your spider-suit and into your skin. Watching the movement of his hands got you thinking too much—thinking about that same heat of his palm pressed against your back after he caught you from the fall. The way his fingers splayed, his grip strong and steady.
You imagined that hand sliding down your spine, slow and unhurried. Confident like he was with anything else. Touching...elsewhere.
"You okay?"
You jolted at Miguel's question, glancing up at him. "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." You said quickly, banishing those thoughts before they could get worse. Your cheeks started to burn with embarrassment—shame, even—and you tipped your head down to look at the floor so he couldn't see it.
He stared.
You didn't have to look. You could tell his eyes were on you just by how suffocating his silence was.
He drew a slow, quiet breath. "You're so skittish around me." He murmured, his tone careful. "It used to not be like that."
You looked up in surprise—and defense. You didn't think your conflicting thoughts and feelings had been spilling out so noticeably. And most of all, you didn't think he had been tracking it.
"I don't mean to." You blurted.
The furrow in his brow sharpened. "Then why?" He pressed. His eyes darted back and forth over your face. "Are you scared of me?"
"No! No—I...it's the opposite." You took a shuddering breath. Your heart was pounding again, and only now you realized what you just admitted.
Shock—or something close to relief—flashed in his eyes before he blinked, looking down as if he just remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Fixing your web-shooters. He stared at your wrist in his hand and his jaw tightened, just like it had earlier on the side of that building.
You didn't want him to pull away again. The truth was out now, so you blundered forward and hoped you weren't going to make things worse.
"I thought you were going to kiss me." You said, your chest tightening. You needed to get it out. Needed to know if it was real or if you had only imagined the way he leaned in. "Earlier. After you caught me."
His mouth was tight, and his eyes flickered.
"I thought about it." He finally said.
Your eyes searched his carefully composed face. He always made it nearly impossible to read him.
"And now?" You breathed.
He looked at you for several, long seconds. Then, his hand holding your wrist slid up to wrap around your fingers. He pressed your captured hand to his chest, like he was trying to hold the moment against him so it couldn't slip away. His throat cleared loosely. Nervous, perhaps.
"Now I...I'm thinking about trying again."
His other hand came up to cup your face, the gentle warmth nearly making you shiver. You didn't move. Didn't want to break this second chance as you stared up at him with wide eyes.
He began to lean down, but stopped halfway. "Is that okay?" He asked quietly, doubting even now.
"Yeah." A giggle bubbled up in your throat, entirely unintentional. He was actually going to kiss you. After all this time. You pressed your lips together to rein in the excitement. "It's very okay."
His lips quirked up at the corners, and he leaned in the rest of the way to kiss the stupidly-happy smile off your face.
Miguel x Luz Headcanon bc I don't feel like writing a whole fic about it
Okay so I'm in the midst of writing a pre-ship fic about Migs' and Luz's first hug and I couldn't help but start procrastinating thinking about what their first kiss was like….and like, all I can imagine is some stupid hijinks.
I mean, for sure, their first romantic, intentional kiss didn't happen until Luz felt Migs had earned it after their second date at LEAST. Prior to that, I'd imagine little pecks on the cheek, temple, or wrist were the most she'd let him or herself get away with.
But the very first time Miguel ever felt a kissy from Luz? 100% it happened after Peter slapped a sticky with "Kiss me, I'm Irish" on Miguel's back without him knowing on St. Patrick's Day. And poor Migs had to suffer a whole day of "ayyyyy O'Hara, pucker up, baby!" and "where my smooches at, sweetheart" from like, a bajillion Spiders. Naturally, he's flashing fangs and shooting death stares left and right. And sure, it's not like he didn't get it every once in a while before, but he doesn't know why it's happening SO MUCH this year in particular.
Anyway, he's grabbing a shitty empanada from the cafeteria, trying to be as in-and-out as possible, batting away the annoying attention, sitting with his back to everyone at a secluded table, all pouty while he waits for his order. Meanwhile, Luz absolutely has been hearing about it from EVERY Spider who knows about her terribly-hidden secret crush, and people are placing bets on how many kisses Migs has racked up so far.
Anyway, Luz coincidentally finds him in the cafeteria and makes her way over, announcing her presence with a little "hey," and a pat on the back as she takes a seat next to him. Then Luz holds up the bright green sticky, her brow raised with a grin like, "I didn't know you were soliciting." And Miguel actually turns pink!!! before his eyes narrow and he hisses out a "Peter".
Luz cackles but crumples the sticky and tosses it into the nearest trash can, before teasing just a lil bit more. "So how many did you get?", and there is absolutely no pang of jealousy in her at that thought, no sir, not at all. He grumbles out something unintelligible but LYLA appears with a scorecard like "so far, ZERO—" "and that how it's going to STAY," Miguel finishes hotly.
"That's too bad," Luz twists her lips in faux disappointment. "I bet on you getting at least one." Miguel glances at her slowly, giving her a longgggg stare, clearly mulling things over in his mind before tilting his head just barely towards her in silent permission.
Which of course, she completely misses, the girl is still yapping about "I bet 50 bucks on it, Miguel, do you think a lil smooch from baby May would count?" And so now he's turned to face her fully, eyes big and round, staring deeeeep into hers, again giving full permission with his gaze. And she still doesn't catch the hint. Miguel prompts her with a "Luz," though she takes it as him telling her to drop the topic. Now it's her turn to pout at him, pleading eyes like "not even one?", pretending it's her wallet she wants him to have pity on and not her poor heart.
Miguel opens his mouth to tell her yeah, of course, but Luz, thinking she'll never in her life get the opportunity to do this ever again, doesn't wait to hear his response and plants a small peck on the tip of his nose. And the man completely blue screens. It was so quick, literally milliseconds long, but that fleeting feathery soft touch had Miguel's lids half-shut and lips parted like he's hearing a heavenly choir. Luz blurts out a "sorry, I didn't want to be poor!" before all but running off, but genuinely, Migs is not processing a damn thing. LYLA flips the score to 1.
And Miguel does NOT forget that one bit, literally has the security cam footage of the moment on replay with big ol' heart eyes till 3 AM. On the other hand, that's probably the most forward Luz ever had or will be with him until they're like, actually dating dating. She definitely freaked out about it in private for like a whole 16 hours afterward.
Summary: It's cold outside, and both Luz & Miguel sorely missed each other's warmth.
Tags & Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, some suggestive material near the end, but it's mild.
A/N: if anyone heard me say my next post was gonna be hurt/comfort, uhhhhhhh. yeah, this is not that. but i was cold and inspired by my own misery so here is this nugget while i finish that other one. As previously mentioned, nothing is in any chronological order ever, we just vibe here folks.
Pushing the glass door open with a whoosh, Luz felt the chill of the new year press into her damp skin. Wisps of steam materialized around her as the warmth of her shower dissipated into the cold bathroom air. Toweling off, Luz slipped into the pajama set she'd left out as she crossed into the empty bedroom, grimacing at the no-less icy hard floor.
Slipping on a stray sweatshirt Miguel had left lying around, Luz continued to wring out her wet hair as she resumed the book she'd been reading. She'd taken the day off from Society work, citing the cold of the control room as "unbearable, Miguel (pleeaaaase?)", to which her lovely boyfriend had had to concede to braving alone. She was only slightly sorry to leave him to work all on his lonesome…but she had to admit, she missed his warmth.
Bundling halfway under the covers, Luz buried her nose into the woefully less-warm folds of his sweatshirt, rereading the same four sentences as her attention was tugged to her toes as they curled from the relentless cold. Hair still insufferably wet, and feet like ice, Luz groaned miserably. It seemed she'd have to bite the bullet and fetch either a hairdryer or fluffy socks to preserve her sanity, or succumb to a slow death by discomfort. Tossing the still-cold blanket off of herself, Luz huffed as she sat at the edge of the bed, searching the drawers on her side.
Just as she pulled out a pink pair of fluffy socks, she heard the distinctive click of the living room window sliding open and shut. Luz perked up, the shivering lethargy of January slipping off at the imminent approach of her personal space heater.
"Miguel?!", she called out, tucking her feet into sweet relief as his footsteps drew nearer.
"Baby?" he echoed back as he came to lean on the door frame. Behind her, Luz could hear the amusement in his voice at her over-eagerness.
Miguel came to lean over her perched form, hovering over Luz's upturned face as she tilted back to meet his gaze.
"Missed me?", he teased, ruby eyes raking over her wet locks tumbling down his sweatshirt. Luz nodded pathetically in response, pouting her lips in emphasis.
"You left me here to freeze," she whined.
"Left you? Le—nena, you left me, remember?" Miguel snorted, squeezing a droplet of water from a stray strand splayed on Luz's shoulder. He watched it trail lazily down his palm, falling from his wrist to the sheets. Luz's much smaller hand came to wrap around his wrist, and Miguel watched her pull it to her lips for a kiss before cradling it in her lap. The soft pattering of rain against the windows settled into the lull between them, echoing in the chilly air.
Miguel leaned in, seeking the plush warmth he'd been missing all day. Running his hand down the back of her damp shirt, though, he noted how much warmer his own skin was compared to hers.
"You showered," he muttered, lips hovering just above Luz's forelock. Disappointment was tangible in his voice, which gave Luz pause.
"…yeah?", she frowned, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes. She found Miguel was already giving her one of his bossy, pointed looks.
"I don't like it when you shower without me," he huffed, rather petulantly. If she was already cold, he reasoned, and was going to subject herself to something that would make her feel even colder, why, she might as well have invited a certain someone to join her. "I could have kept you nice and warm," he purred against her ear. Luz swat him away playfully, a peal of laughter bubbling from her chest.
"I was barely even in there for five minutes," she rolled her eyes. "And plus, you were busy!"
Cold, damp curls clung to Luz's face, brushing against Miguel's cheeks as he pressed his forehead to hers. Enjoying the contact, Miguel curled in closer, arms that had been caging her snaking around Luz's waist to envelop her in his warmth. She grinned as he nuzzled her nose, giggling as his own lips upturned at his uncharacteristic tenderness.
"I'm always busy," he rasped, pressing a kiss onto each of her fluttering lids. "You should've told me."
His playfulness had disappeared, though; Miguel's deep merlot gaze slid over her form, its intensity matched only by the almost-bruising marks he began to litter down her throat. Luz melted into his touch, mind succumbing to the sweet, sultry haze of Miguel's body heat.
"Querida," he nudged, Luz's eyes still closed in a daze.
She hummed in acknowledgment, voice trailing off as he captured her lower lip. Deliciously, Miguel sucked on it, tongue stroking the plush curve as his chest rumbled with content. With a pop, he released the kiss, and Luz fluttered her eyes open. Holding her chin, Miguel kept her close.
"Come get me next time," he whispered, lips still brushing against hers as he spoke.
Wordlessly, Luz nodded as the two tangled into one another, falling back into the bed.
A/N: Only now realizing how super-ultra short this one is! It's been a min since I've written anything so you'll just have to give me some grace here lmao
