marsh

i’m just here man

[marshedmallowes]

AHEM AHEM.

hi. i'm marsh and i use she / her prns. i am a supposed writer but honestly my motivation is near zero most of the time so don't expect me to be churning out fics ... <3

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NOTE: - my interests fluctuate all the time so don't follow me expecting the same stuff long term lol - username changes: milestomykilometers -> chococoveredsmores -> marshedmallowes

[marshedmallowes]

its been a while… mb

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golden globe winner cillian murphy

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STUDY BUDDY

+ featuring: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! Reader.

+ tags. Fluff, second-hand embarrassment, secret relationship, Gojo is the Fushiguro siblings' adoptive uncle (but not really? It's complicated).

+ author's note. Re-uploading my works from my old blog!

"Gojo, I'm serious," Megumi warns, smoothing out his freshly washed bedsheets of any wrinkles. "Don't embarrass me."

The aforementioned man scoffs.

He saunters over to Megumi's bedroom window and cracks it open, hoping to dispel the nearly suffocating amount of air freshener the boy sprayed.

"Oh, please," Gojo says, "when have I ever embarrassed you?"

Megumi doesn't know which is worse: the sincerity of Gojo's words or that he's still not taking him seriously.

"I mean it." Megumi gives a pointed look to his guardian, carefully folding the clothes he'd left about—finally picking them up, despite Tsumiki's chiding three days ago.

Gojo heaves a dramatic sigh and all but throws himself onto Megumi's reading chair.

"Why's this a big deal, anyways?" He looks up at Megumi, glasses lowered on the bridge of his nose. "You guys are just studying, aren't you?"

Megumi doesn't dare make it known, but his heart begins to race, and he's sure his hands are clenching the fabric of his sweater. Quickly, he turns to tuck the garment into its rightful drawer.

"Exactly." He hopes Gojo doesn't see him try to discreetly wipe his sweaty palms on his pant leg. "That's why there's no reason for you to be here."

"Huh?"

"Go run some errands..."

Megumi unhooks his backpack off his bedroom door and sets it on the chair of his study to pull out his algebra textbook.

"... Or get some grading done. I'm sure your students'll kill you if you put it off anymore."

He then slams the book onto his desk. His pencil holder rattling from the sudden weight. Megumi shoots Gojo a decisive expression—as though he paid the bills.

"Anywhere but here."

Gojo's glasses are now crooked, hanging at an awkward angle over his nose while he gawks at the teenage boy.

"Wait." Gojo rubs his temple. Child-rearing is leading him down an unavoidable path to premature wrinkles. He makes a mental note to stock up on retinol.

"Wait, wait, wait. Who's coming over?"

He's sure Yuuji and Nobara have never minded his presence too much, at least not enough for Megumi to act like this.

Megumi falters, avoiding Gojo's piercing gaze in favor of continuing to rummage through his bag. "My friend. Tsumiki knows her."

"Tsumiki knows—wait, her?"

"Yeah." Megumi begins to line his highlighters in order of color. "Does it matter?"

Gojo inhales deeply, coaxing Megumi's attention back to him. He finds his foster uncle leaning with his elbows perched on his knees, stern gaze peering into his soul.

"Megumi," he says, "level with me quick. Do you like her?"

"What?" Megumi feigns incredulity. It seems to be convincing Gojo. "Of course not! Nobara's a girl, too. You don't think I like her like that, do you?"

It's a valid point—if only it were true. What Gojo doesn't know won't hurt him, though.

He watches Gojo raise his hands in surrender, and Megumi bites the inside of his cheek to suppress a sigh of relief.

"Alright. Okay. My bad," Gojo huffs. "I'll stay out of your guys' way."

Megumi's eyes widen.

"You will?"

Gojo readjusts his glasses and pushes himself off of the reading chair. It cries out a creak with his departure.

"Sure. But—"

Oh no, Megumi thinks.

"I'm not leaving the house. My house, might I remind you."

"That's..."—not ideal. But it's the best Megumi will get—"...fine."

Before anything more could be said, the doorbell rings, and Megumi jolts. He sees Gojo send him a long-side eye in his peripheral.

Then, Gojo saunters out of the room, swaying with each stride he takes. "You should get that," he drawls, snapping Megumi out of his daze.

"Right." He nods, to himself, alone in his room, and jogs to let you in.

Things are going well. Too well.

Megumi's eyes continue to glance back to the chipped paint of his bedroom door. It's shut. A miracle, really. He thought Gojo would've blown a fuse, but it seems he's honoring their compromise.

"Hey," your soft voice reels Megumi back to the present. "You okay?"

When his gaze lands on you, he feels the tension leave his muscles, like the tide retracting from the shore.

"Yeah," he mutters, a phantom smile pulling at his lips. Then, he feels the need to add, "Sorry. I'm just..."

"Nervous?" you finish, grinning back.

If he could, he thinks, he'd live in the lines of your smile. You're warm, inviting. As though you've already built a home for him in your bones.

God knows he's done the same.

"Me too," you say, heaving a laugh that sounds equal parts relieved and amused.

You set down your pencil, fully turning your body towards him. Your knees brush his, and he feels a blush darken the tips of his ears. There's no skin-to-skin contact—you're both wearing modest, comfortable attire—but it feels intimate nonetheless.

"I didn't know your uncle would be home."

Megumi sighs, boldly brushing his fingertips atop your knuckles.

"I didn't either," he admits.

You take the initiative where Megumi didn't and interlock your fingers. He squeezes gently, feeling a wave of comfort when you return it.

"Does he... know?"

Your boyfriend shakes his head, slouching in his chair.

"No." His gaze strays to the door once again. "I was worried Tsumiki might've told him, though, when they were sitting together."

You chuckle at that. Your eyes lower to his hands, absentmindedly playing with them as you studied their details.

His nails are short and uneven, and you assume he's been biting them.

"She wouldn't do that," you calmly chide Megumi. "Besides, would it be so bad if he knew? He seems nice."

Megumi pales.

"That's because you've never met him."

"What? I just introduced myself to him."

"That didn't count. It was... five words, at most."

"Still," you huff, "he seems friendly."

Megumi falls silent, slowly running his eyes over you and drinking in the sight—your hand in his, your touching knees, the fact you're alone in his room.

He feels the urge to apologize. He's sure this whole arrangement must be exhausting, pretending you're merely friends.

So, he voices it.

"Sorry," he whispers, bringing your intertwined hands to press against his cheek. "I know you're annoyed."

"I'm not annoyed—"

"But you're frustrated, right?"

You pause, holding your breath as he maintains your gaze. His deep, azure eyes confine you to a world in which only you two exist.

"Sorry," he says again, using his free hand to cup your face and guide you closer.

You feel the warmth of his breath tickling your lips, and you instinctively draw them in to wet them. His eyes flicker down, fixated on your now-sheened lips.

He doesn't close the distance.

Rather, he hovers and allows you both to savor the moment, the tension.

"Megumi," you whisper, and he shudders as the words seem to seep past his mouth and drip like molasses on their way to his rabid heart.

He waits, curious for what more you might say, but you opt to close the space between you instead.

Megumi swears he hears a click, as though everything's fallen into place.

You tilt your head, parting your lips to purse them over his, with him clumsily following suit, torn from his adoring trance.

The smack of your lips only fuels you both to deepen the kiss.

You remove your hand from his to wrap your arms around his neck. Megumi keeps his right hand cupping your face as his free hand rests over your knee.

Megumi gives the plush flesh a firm squeeze, the electrifying thrill of touch still intense despite the cloth that separates you.

Megumi hears a gasp and smiles—wider than he usually does—into the kiss, loving the effect he has over you.

Although the gasp sounds much deeper than he remembers your voice typically being, he doesn't pay it much mind.

As the two of you part, fluttering your eyes open and taking in the mutual state of awe, Megumi is stopped from diving in for another taste by an all-too-familiar voice.

"I knew it!"

The two of you push apart instantly.

You wipe your mouth with your sleeve while Megumi resorts to cussing out the jaw-dropped, white-haired man.

"Don't you know how to knock?!"

"Oh no, don't change the subject on me, Megumi Fushiguro!"

Much to your horror, another voice joins the mix.

"What's going on?" Tsumiki asks, her gentle voice cutting through the yelling.

"Guess what I just walked in on?" Gojo turns to Tsumiki, waving in your and Megumi's general direction. "I caught these two practically sucking each other's faces off!"

You shrivel further into your seat. Megumi's face is red, redder than red, and he seems on the brink of explosion.

"Just friends—my ass!"

Tsumiki's eyes slowly absorb the scene: a blushing, angry Megumi, an offended Gojo, and an embarrassed you.

"Oh," she blurts, realization washing over her.

This answer seems to displease Gojo, and he whips around to glower at her. "Oh? What do you mean, oh?" His arms are crossed over his chest, and his glasses are nowhere to be seen.

You're starting to get why Megumi didn't want to reveal your relationship.

"Well..." Tsumiki shifts from one foot to the other, her eyes glancing everywhere except for everyone's gazes. Megumi shoots her a pleading look she ignores.

"Don't tell me..."—Megumi places his hands over your ears, muffling Gojo's loud cry—"You knew?!"

You watch on, with muffled hearing as Megumi continues to block out the ruckus, and observe Gojo run a hand over his face.

You'd almost feel bad if you weren't already mortified yourself.

"To be fair," Tsumiki speaks up, "Megumi only told me to keep it a secret because he knew you'd overreact."

"I wouldn't overreact," Gojo scoffs.

"You're literally overreacting right now," Megumi snaps.

"You try walking in on your kid canoodling! You're only, what, fifteen? You should be—"

Megumi groans, finally releasing your ears to bury his face in his hands.

"Oh my god," he grumbles, "we weren't doing... that!"

Gojo inhales sharply, readying another remark, but you break the momentary silence before he can.

"I'm sorry."

Megumi raises his head, finding you now standing and approaching Gojo. Then, you bow your head, surprising everyone.

"I wish we met under better circumstances, and I hope this doesn't ruin your impression of me," you say.

You keep your gaze on the carpet of Megumi's bedroom floor, trying to steel your nerves.

"But... please."

You lift your head, meeting Gojo's unnerving, luminous blue eyes with an audible gulp.

"Please let me keep seeing Megumi."

You sneak a glance back at your boyfriend. His blush has calmed, and his lips are parted in surprise at your outburst. You feel your chest tighten at the thought of being forbidden from seeing him.

"I love him. Very much. And I want to keep loving him." You shrink back into yourself. "If... you'll allow it."

Silence meets your words, and you feel your stomach drop.

Is this really it?

The suspense eats away at your resolve, and you're about to wave your white flag with glossy eyes when, suddenly, a hand places itself on your shoulder.

You turn your head to find Megumi beside you.

"Please, Gojo," he says, an uncharacteristic desperation evident in his tone. He knows, deep in his heart, that while he may rebel against Gojo and pursue you regardless... you'd crumble quickly.

He doesn't want this to stop. The past two months have meant everything to him.

More than anything, he wishes he hadn't kept you locked away as though you were some dirty secret. If it really were to end now, he wishes he'd have flaunted you before.

"I'm sorry," Megumi continues, "I shouldn't have kept us a secret from you, but please don't take it out on her."

You both wait with bated breaths.

You can even feel Tsumiki's pleading eyes from beside you, not wanting her little brother's blossoming relationship to be curbed like this, so abruptly.

Gojo assesses the three of you.

Then, he drags out a sigh.

He points at Megumi, irritation clear in his expression. "We," he punctuates, "are definitely having a talk about this later."

As Tsumiki releases the breath she'd been holding, Gojo redirects his pointing to her.

"You too, Tsumiki."

But you see his shoulders drop as he expels the stress in his muscles. You're glad, at the very least, he no longer feels like chewing the siblings out.

Gojo nudges Tsumiki, and the two make their way out the door.

"I'll let you two get back to the studying you were supposed to be doing." He places his palm flat against the door, fixing Megumi with a stern glare. "And the door stays open. Got it?"

Megumi grumbles, blushing, but nods. "Got it."

You hear Gojo's quiet footsteps and his low mumbling of little rascal as he leaves.

Then, it's only you and Megumi left.

The silence in the aftermath persists for only a second or two before it's broken by your boyfriend. He releases something between a whine and a groan.

Regardless, it's a noise of embarrassment.

"This had to be the worst-case scenario."

You shake your head, laughing to yourself, as you try to calm your racing pulse. "Tell me about it," you murmur.

Your humiliation is returning quick.

"Please don't break up with me," Megumi blurts.

You blink—once, twice. "Huh?"

"I promise he's not that bad usually. I just thought he'd... I don't know, but definitely not this."

You can see the traces of panic in his furrowed brows and hunched shoulders. His lips are pursed, and his fingers keep twitching every now and then.

It hits you that he's fighting the temptation to bite his nails to oblivion.

"Megumi," you softly call, bringing him back to you. You hold his gaze, urging him to see the lack of malice. "I'm not breaking up with you."

"You should," he whispers back, a smile subconsciously tugging his lips upon his relief. "But I don't want you to."

You flit your eyes over to the door, waiting to see if anyone's passing by. When you hear no steps, you return to Megumi and press a quick, assuring kiss to his lips.

He flusters, leaning in too late. You've already pulled away.

"I don't want to either," you say, sharing his smile.

This seems to satisfy Megumi, and he relaxes, slumping against the back of his chair. He takes his abandoned pencil back into his hand.

"Well," he says, scooting closer to his desk. "We should actually study now. When's the test again?"

"In two days." You follow his lead, grabbing a highlighter and running it over a segment of the textbook in the pink color you enjoyed most out of Megumi's collection.

Megumi cracks his knuckles, concentrating—for real, this time.

[marshedmallowes]

earbuds — megumi x reader

song choice: cologne by beabadoobee

a/n: i wrote this in an airplane and i have NOT proofread it at ALL; i just have been needing to put something out lol this is highkey half-assed so please bare with me.

you lean into megumi, eyelids only getting heavier and heavier from the sleep taking you over. as you perch your head on his shoulder, gritty, grungy music emanated from his earphones, peaking your interest. 

“you know, i don’t really know what kind of music you’re into, but now that i’m hearing it, it makes complete sense…” 

at your remark, he seems to take a little offense, judging by the way the shoulder you were currently leaning on stiffened and his eyebrows furrowed. “is that an insult?” 

“no, not really,” you grin endearingly.

...you don’t know if it was the drowsiness that caused your random surge of courage, but you reach into his (increasingly reddening) ear, taking an earbud away to place into yours. megumi’s cheeks flare up, but you can tell he’s trying to keep it cool from the way he awkwardly poker faces and avoids eye contact. funny guy, huh. you think as you can’t help but feel your muscles tugging into a smile. 

you insert the earbud in your ear, sleep taking over once again as you— wait, isn’t this…

“isn’t this beabadoobee?”

“…no.”

“but it’s literally her vo–“

“shut up. don’t you dare say a word.”

and so you do, snuggling up to his shoulder once again as you pretend not to notice his very pink face. 

a/n 2: ik megumi listens to weezer and stuff but i feel like he secretly enjoys beabadoobee and never says anything abt it bc HIM? THEE MEGUMI? A BEABADOOBEE LISTENER? esp since some of bea’s music is quite gritty, such as the song choice right here🤗

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[marshedmallowes]

also a gumi fic otw!

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Wanted to draw them!!!! it’s been a while since i rendered faces so it was good practice

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Can I ask 1610! miles with a fem! Latina! Reader who is his childhood friend? It can be a fic or head cannons.

hi! i feel that i won’t be able to deliver the best quality and accuracy that i can with this fic, as i myself am not latina! however, i am putting this out for latinx writers who will be able to properly represent the reader 🫶

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casually waiting for reqs be like

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is it okay to req for a filo reader? i saw merienda and immediately thought "kababayan" im sorry tho if i got it wrong—😭

MILES with a filipino reader

a/n: okay i'm so sorry this is really short because life is very hectic right now </3 i hope u enjoy tho

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you would swear in filo a lot to the point where miles'd learn how to swear himself... he'd know more profanities than anything else LMAO

you'd love making miles try our filo foods like sisig! sinigang! adobo! or maybe even snacks like clover, piatos, or street food like isaw, fish balls, all your childhood food!

you call miles' parents tito and tita. they breathed a sigh of relief when you first met them and you didn't call them by their first names

your parents LOVE miles! they're happy their child is dating someone with good grades (ha ha..)

your moms would always make chika together also HAHAHA

miles would try to learn a little filipino to impress you. it may have a little bit of an accent but it's okay because it's the thought that counts!!

You're lying down on Miles' bed, illuminated phone in one hand and the other intertwined with your boyfriend's. You can kind of tell he's trying to tell you something, the way his eyes constantly shift to your gaze and back to his phone.

"What's up? You seem bothered." You yourself started to get quite bothered with the continuous glances.

Miles' attention immediately shifts to you. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to show you something."

Your interest peaks when he opens his phone and clears up his throat. "Ahem. Magandang... hapon.. po." (good afternoon, formally)

At once, your eyes light up and you break into the biggest smile he's ever seen— he is a little stunned at your oh-so-positive response.

"My gosh, where'd you learn that? That's amazing!"

"Um, I know a few more phrases, actually. I got this, uh, language app."

You beckon him to recite, ecstatic at his knowledge for your own language.

"Okay, um... ikaw ay maganda! (you are pretty, in a slightly stiff way) And uhh, asan po yung banyo?" (where is the bathroom?)

You let out a hearty laugh at the latter sentence, your heart fluttering at his endearing self.

"Hay, bat ang pogi mo talaga?" (why are you so handsome) You pull him into a hug, showering him with kisses. His ears turn a little red, but he plays it cool (or so he thinks) with a slightly awkward peck returned on the cheek.

Your heart swelled at the idea that Miles had put in so much effort towards appreciating your language and culture.

"Mahal ko kita, aking sinta." (love you, my darling)

a/n 2: listen since miles is using a language app to learn he also probably knows common phrases tourists might use to get around so... thats why i kinda put that

[marshedmallowes]

SO i just had a thought after seeing miles’s artstyle through his sketches of gwen and stuff

and this makes me realize; what if earth 1610 is actually based off of miles’ artstyle? most of what we watch is from his point of view, and no one pointed out donald glover being real off, so…

unless miles in his universe has a realistic artstyle but. ya know!

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hummingbird

pairing: miles morales x gn!spidey (platonic), gwen stacy x gn!spidey (platonic)

WC: 3.8K

warnings: cursing, very loose scene by scene writing. should be all!

summary: a work visit to 1610

A/N: ATSV SPOILERS DONT READ!!!!! miles is such cutie i love him!!! also, WE DO NOT HATE GWEN STACY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!! SHE IS PRACTICALLY A HOMELESS CHILD THIS MOVIE! SHE IS SCARED!

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“y/n and gwen. i need both of you to head to 1610 and capture the anomaly. don’t mess around, i can only do so much if something goes wrong.”

jessica held her authority high as you and gwen walked behind her. you were excited to visit a new reality, but when you looked beside you, gwen was almost vibrating at the mention of 1610.

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touch-starved headcanons — MIGUEL O'HARA

SUMMARY: miguel isn't the most touchy person when you and him first meet but as your relationship with him developed over time and things started to get more intimate, you discovered new things about his love language.

THIS POST CONTAINS: like my last one. literally nothing but fluff. sleep-deprived and stressed out miguel.

NOTES: do you guys think miguel needs a hug because i think miguel needs a hug, reblog and like if you think that miguel needs a hug because i think that he needs a hu

– through the most painful methods (to his heart), miguel had found out that you really liked touching people. every time you greeted him, it was a big hug that he would hesitate to return. it's not that he didn't enjoy it, it was just that it wasn't something he was used to. it's not like people in the spider society were walking around giving hugs.

– although, it's not like he was opposed to it. it was you, after all. gradually, he began getting more comfortable. resorting to wrapping an arm around you and dragging his hand up and down your back, it would make the hug last just a little longer and he enjoyed the soft gestures. they meant a lot more to him than you thought.

– it took a little time to get him to fully hug you back. the reason for that was how he looked when doing so. he doesn't like being so public about it, he can hear the murmurs and light giggles from the passersby around him when you hug him. besides, the face that he makes is one that he finds quite embarrassing. he looked so content, compared to the stone-faced and distant demeanor he always walked around with at work.

"Miguel!"

He felt his body stiffen as you called out his name, head turning frenetically as to locate where exactly you were calling him from. Not until he feels a finger tap him on the shoulder, he turned around and looked down to see you with a grin tugging at your lips.

He isn't even able to get a single word out as you embrace him, head buried into his chest and arms wrapped tightly around his torso. You're about to pull away before you feel two strong arms envelop you as well.

Your heart fluttered a little. Ever since the start of your friendship with him, you'd gotten used to him not reciprocating the hugs. You couldn't blame him honestly, some people aren't into it but it also perplexed you because it's not like he hated it? Otherwise, you wouldn't have continued.

After a few long moments, he finally pulls back and whatever just happened left a look of awe on your face that he reacted so adorably to. His eyebrows furrowed, lips pursing into a straight line, the crimson eyes that you would lose yourself in averting from yours as a shade of deep red settles on his cheeks.

"So, what are you here for? How'd you even get in?" You wanted to laugh at the strain in his voice, but just this once, you decided to spare him the embarrassment.

Quickly digging into your bag, you bring out a small container. "Admittedly, some of your coworkers were a little... surprised when they saw me head up but I told them that I was your friend and they were slightly less mortified!"

You handed the tupperware over to him as he carefully took it in his hands. "I just wanted to bring you a snack. Haven't seen you in a while so I assumed that things were getting busier around here."

Miguel pried open the container as the scent of freshly baked banana bread wafted through the walls of his office. For a moment, you were concerned that he didn't like it. He stared blankly at the food for a moment before closing it once more to conceal the scent.

"Thank you, that's- that's very thoughtful of you..."

Your head cocked to the side ever so slightly to get a better look at his face, watching lovingly as the blush that painted his cheeks continued to deepen.

Oh, how embarrassed he would be if he knew you could hear his heartbeat during that hug a while ago.

– you weren't all that surprised when the affection picked up ten-fold when you two started dating. whatever sense of yearning and longing for a loving relationship that miguel had was definitely all pouring out now but it's not like you were complaining. if anything, he seemed to be more physically affectionate than you at times. he'd work towards trying to be gentle towards you at the start of your relationship, he was scared that he'd hurt you but once you reassured him that he didn't need to walk on eggshells, he didn't hold back.

– greetings went from hugs to straight up kisses, when you got back home from work and he happened to stop by your shared apartment just to fetch something, he would always pull you into a kiss which would always leave you breatheless by the end of it. whenever you two were watching a movie, he'd constantly have his hands all over you. he liked playing with your body, his fingers would rake through your hair and gentle massage your scalp, his hands would wander down to your stomach to trace shapes into it, then to your thighs to knead into the soft flesh like a cat making biscuits.

– let's not leave out how much he bites as well. he has a tendency for marking you up, sometimes you'd be cooking something on the stove and he'd sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. when you finished preparing your meal and perhaps wanted to get a change of clothes, you'd see a small bite mark in the crevices in your neck. you were more than okay with it, of course, you just had one rule to not make it uncoverable. a rule that he had forgotten to obey at times because "you just taste so good".

"Fuck..."

You groaned as the blaring sounds of your alarm rung painfully in your ears, you reached over to the bedside table and looked at your phone screen (basically getting flashbanged as you forgot you didn't turn down the brightness last night). It was still early in the morning but you still had tasks to care of and a job to do.

You turn off the alarm and sit up from the bed, wincing as you take a big stretch. You're ready to actually stand up and start the day until an arm wraps around your midsection, forcing you back down onto the bed with a yelp.

Your back hits Miguel's chest as he cages you, his face buries itself into the crook of your neck. "Stay, s'early..." You can hear him mumble, hot breath tickling your still and it sends a tingle up your spine. You giggle, your hand moving down to the ones that he has firmly digging into your belly.

"No matter what I say, you're going to keep me here anyway."

"Mhm. Just surrender."

You mumble out a small "okay" as you properly settle back into his warmth, a small hum escapes his throat as you can feel his nose digging into his neck and lips pressing the back of your shoulder.

Time seems to pass by slowly, surprisingly enough you're used to this. You barely get to see Miguel some days due to the nature of his job however the moment that you're together again, it all feels so heavenly.

Your train of thought is interrupted when you feel a shift of movement, Miguel maneuvers your body so that you're now facing him.

Only now do you get to see how cute he looks. His regularly slicked backed hair all messy, stray hair strands falling onto his forehead. Lips curled into a small pout and eyes lidded as it seems like he's staring into your soul or something.

"Corazón," He breathes out, your fingers move to cup his cheek. Your thumb swipes at the deep bags that formed under his eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

You let your actions speak for you as you leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his. One of the hands that he wrapped around your waist moves to your hair like always, fingers combing out the locks as the kiss continues to deepen.

Once you two finally part, a small grin makes itself present on your face and on his as well.

You realized now that whatever jobs you had, whatever lives you two lived didn't matter as long as both of you were happy. A thought intensified as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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