I used to write in middle school privately on wattpad but never published anything. Iâve had so many ideas and stories for my oc and AUâs I had to write them somewhere so here I am!
writing about complicated girls, messy love, and the weight of words.
âź Masterlist
âź Headcanons â(coming soon)
âź Miguel and Amaraâs Playlists:
Smoke and Sugar
Angst
âź Smoke and Sugar Pinterest
âź Logan and Amaraâs Playlists:
Ashes and Oil
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âąno hate, drama, or unnecessary discourse.
âąDNI: basic dni criteria, proshippers, or anyone who disrespects boundaries. You will be blocked.
âąasks are always open for headcanons, feedback, or just to vibe, be cool.
I am not responsible for the media you consume.
I do not do requests! I just wanna write what I wanna write and if you enjoy it iâm glad! If you have an idea or something and I pick it up I will gladly credit you!
âź #vermillionlore â all things Amara Reyes / Vermilion (if i write about her spider story) / Obsidia (if i ever write her mutant x-men story)
âź #migueloâhara â self explanatory
âź #smokeandsugarâ chaos, heartbreak, and hell no h2o, my college x coyote ugly au.
âź#ashesandsoilseries â my logan howlett and mutant oc small town mechanic single dad logan au.
âgabi, you need to brush your teeth or youâre gonna be late for school again!â
âcan i finish this episode of gumball first, mamĂĄ?â
âno mija, you have to get ready.â
âbut mamĂĄ, por favor.â
âgabriella.â a tinge of sternness but gentle.
the seven year old pouts before rising from her chair, walking to the kitchen to place down her bowl of recent eaten cereal, and head to the bathroom. your heart aches every time you see that disappointed look on her face. itâs understandable but you all have to get a move on in the world if you wanna keep your job and not get gabriella in trouble at school.
thatâs how life has been for the past seven years, you going to work and gabriella at school. well, two years of school since gabriella recently started 1st grade. it was all in a blink of an eye. remembering her very first day of school and how you cried while watching her walk to her classroom with the other kids, letting go of your baby girl into the world. remembering when she was born on a rainy afternoon. it was a family reunion when your water broke and everyone panicked. next thing you knew, a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket like a cocoon was laying in your arms. sun-kissed skin, a plethora of brown hair, and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes. you didnât question where she got those features from. you thought of him in that moment, a shame he wasnât there but it was your fault he wasnât.
it was back in college, a time of exploration and experimentation. there was this boy in your biology class. soft brown hair, thickest eyebrows, sharpest cheekbones known to man, thick black rimmed glasses settled over the prettiest browns eyes and cute nose, way above the average male height, a total gym rat but the nerdiest dude ever.
miguel o'hara.
a name you never forgot.
even to this day, it still haunts you.
he was your assigned tutor since biology wasnât your strongest subject and the last thing you wanted was to fail the class. it was a little awkward at first since you were both introverts, especially miguel because that boy barely socialized at all. kept to himself, only had one friend, rarely went out. despite being a total antisocial creature, miguel was damn smart. carried such intelligence and had a passion for science, specifically for biology. hence why he majored in that field. because of his big brain, you were able to pass the class. eventually, the tutorship turned into friendship until one night at a party where you both drank a little too much and lost your virginities to each other in the bed of some mutual friend. his calloused hands roaming your body, whispering soft praises into your ear as he slowly pumped himself in you. it was the night that changed everything.
friends with benefits is what you put it as, or a situationship. two friends who would occasionally fuck. neither you or miguel considered officially being together yet the feelings taunted you both like a virus. you werenât his girlfriend but damn did you feel like it. it was a fucking mess of mixed signals. miguel being so sweet and caring towards you yet felt so distant at the same time. in public, you put on a show of a simple friendship. but behind closed doors, his cock was shoved deep inside of you and made sure you wouldnât be able to walk the next day. at the time, you didnât think of it as much. you and miguel still maintain your friendship while hooking up. despite the feelings you harbor for each other.
until the consequences caught up.
it was a week before graduation when you found out you were pregnant. that morning you shed so many tears, your roommate xina was worried when she found you balling your eyes out in the bathroom. despite her words of comfort, you still felt like shit. she knew of you and miguel, although she did warned about this stupid situationship but of course your dumbass didnât listen. now it was biting you in the ass. a harsh slap in the damn face. but the unplanned pregnancy wasnât the only worst thing.
a weeks ago, miguel mentioned he got an internship at alchemax, a company heâs been dying to join. you never witnessed so much enthusiasm and happiness in those pretty brown eyes when he told you. he was so genuinely happy, your heart fluttered with joy. you were happy for him. he already had his life planned after college and you didnât want to ruin that. just imagine youâre about to start your life then a bombshell of an unexpected pregnancy comes out and now you canât achieve your dreams? you didnât have the heart to tell him. you couldnât do that to him because you loved him too much to hurt him.
so you made the worst decision of your life.
you never told miguel about the pregnancy.
instead, you ghosted him right after graduation. during that last week of school, you avoided him at all cost. ignored the numerous texts, calls, voicemails that blew up on your phone. every time you stared at his name on the screen and never answered, a piece of your heart broke. avoiding him on campus was hard. the numerous times xina told you when miguel was looking you, the sad look on his face when she told him she hadnât seen you shattered your heart more. it hurt so fucking bad to ignore the man you loved. yes, you did loved miguel. you gave him your heart and the idiot didnât even know.
the fucked part was that you never knew he was looking for you during graduation. the moment everyone tossed their caps in the air, you walked out of the stadium with tears running down your cheeks and a broken heart. since there was hundreds of students, it was impossible to find you in a sea of people wearing that same damn thing. you didnât know how desperate miguel was searching for you. you didnât know how heartbroken he was when miguel never found you and figured out you blocked him on everything when he tried to call you.
you never saw each other again.
it was the worst summer of your life. pregnant and unsure whether to keep it or not. after many serious conversations with your parents, you decided to keep it. with the support of your family, you were going to be okay. however, of course they werenât happy when you first told them about the pregnancy. oh the look of murder on their faces when you told them miguel was the father, you knew he wouldâve been way under than six feet in the ground. donât be mistaken, they were pissed at you too for being irresponsible and not telling miguel. the sad thing is that your parents liked miguel, a good young man. they even thought you two would get married someday. but unfortunately that never came true.
that first year after college was fucking rough. it was actually an okay pregnancy, it was just the fact you were pregnant and couldnât start your life the way you imagined it months ago. eventually, life went on and you had your beautiful baby girl gabriella. the greatest gift you could ever received. until she was three, you had been living with your parents while looking for jobs and have someone take care of gabi. you did manage to find a secretary position for some company that paid well enough to the point of you moving out and getting place of your own. unfortunately, that ended horribly when the CEO of the company was exposed for having multiple sexual relations with employees and gambling issues. losing that job heavily effected you and gabriella. it was terrible to the point of almost getting evicted but in the nick of time you found another job you have now, waitress at a diner. significantly lower pay than your previous job but you took what you could get and pay those damn bills and provide for gabriella.
however, the waitress pay was still not enough to support you both. there wasnât much alternative options, it was both frustrating and a struggle. endless nights of silent tears trailing down your cheeks, desperately trying to find a better job while gabriella was sleeping in her room. you felt like a terrible mother, not doing enough for your daughter. all you wanted is to give her a good childhood, grow up in a safe and loving environment. you were doing everything you could for her, even if costed your mental health. a parent would do anything for their child. so, you decided to take a risk.
there were local jewelry stores around, owned the most prettiest elegant pieces. during nights when gabriella was babysat by your parents or a neighbor, you slip into black latex suit and sneak off to the jewelry shops. thanks to the two years of gymnastics when you were a kid, you were pretty flexible and swift through the city effortlessly. being stealthy was natural to you, it was easy to break in and steal whatever jewelry you could snatch. you knew this was bad, you knew you were committing a crime. all of your life, you were a good decent person. held good morals and never indulged in bad habits. well, besides getting knocked up in college. until youâre left with no options, you had to make a sacrifice. you were a mother now, you had to do it for the sake of your daughter. no matter what.
thatâs how you became the infamous black cat.
a hardworking single mother by day, a thief by night.
itâs been like this for a few years and youâve yet to be caught. it is the reason why youâve been able to remain living in the same apartment and have food on the table for your little family. you also got a dog, weiner dog cocker spaniel mix named bella. since gabriella is often alone and didnât have anyone to play with at home, a dog seemed like the best option. besides, youâve always wanted a dog. gabi loves bella so much, always playing together. laughter and squeals echoing throughout the apartment as bella happily chases gabi. a sight that melts your heart. your perfect little family that you love dearly.
âgabi! letâs go, mija!â
you hear little footsteps running, making you smile. âiâm here!â gabriella runs in with her backpack.
âhereâs your lunch.â you hand her monster high lunchbox that matches her backpack.
âgracias, mama! did you put the gummies in there?â
âi did, just remember to eat it after your quesadillas, okay?â you cup her cheek.
âyes, mama.â she nods, smiling brightly.
you smile back before leaning down to kiss her forehead. âbien, letâs put our shoes on.â
âbye, bella! iâll miss you!â gabi crouches down to hug the dog after putting on her twinkle toes. she started learning to tie her shoes on her own, smart girl.
you kiss bella goodbye before heading out the door with gabi holding your hand. exiting the apartment building, you make it to gabiâs bus stop where other kids are waiting with their parents as well.
âyou have a good day, mija. te quiero mucho.â you crouch in front of her, holding her tiny hands in yours.
âte quiero, mamĂĄ. bye!â you gave her a final kiss on the forehead before letting her run off to the bus, babbling with her friends as she gets on.
once she finds a seat, she looks at you and happily waves goodbye through the window. you wave back at her with a smile as the bus begins taking off. you briefly greet some of the parents with a gentle smile then head to your car and drive to work.
luckily it was friday, meaning gabriella is staying at your parents for the weekend along with her cousins. they wanted to spend time with all their grandkids. that means you and your siblings get to be kid-free. honestly, itâs a win-win situation. which also means another night of jewelry shopping, just not spending. once the moon is shinning so beautifully in the sky and most of nueva york is asleep, you slip into your iconic black latex suit. a small mask to cover the upper half of your face, exposing your nose and glossy lips. white gloves with fake nails, emphasizing the cat part of your name. a silver wig to conceal your true hair as a cherry on top. with one last glance at yourself in the mirror, you escape through your bedroom windowsill and venture into the night.
the night sky looks beautiful as always. the shimming moonlight illuminating the city. the cold breeze hitting your face as you jump from rooftop to rooftop. the distant beeps and sirens ring in your ears. in your beg, a diamond set worth thousands of dollars was your prized possession tonight. this will cover definitely expenses for months. maybe you finally buy that boujee ass dollhouse gabi has been wanting for weeks. maybe treat yourself a trip to the spa after all the reckless working youâve been doing.
âgive it back, gatita.â
ah shit, you know that heavy ass voice.
it was only a matter of time before he showed up.
turning around, you see that familiar red and dark blue figure. spider-man, the famous hero of nueva york. it was only a year ago when he started his whole charade. a strange man clad in a red and dark blue suit with spider abilities. stopped major catastrophes and saved hundreds of lives. the public praised him for his heroic efforts. the police were first skeptical, considered him a vigilante but later on referred to him as a hero to the city. his impact is so significant to the city, thereâs a whole damn national holiday dedicated to him as thank you for his service. on halloween, the streets are filled with kids dressed up as him. spider-man is the townâs savor.
the first time you met him was during a jewelry trip and he caught you. but of course with your stealthy and seductive antics, you were able to escape. you never realized how tall he was until he was standing up close to you. the man is a fucking skyscraper, practically almost 7 feet tall and insanely buff as hell. the man is a pure greek god. but what really caught your attention was that handsome voice. every time you hear him, a shiver goes down your spine. a good shiver, to be exact. he sounds so attractive, youâve always wondered who is underneath that glowing mask. but something about him feels so⊠familiar. his presence reminds you of someone, someone you havenât seen in years. that familiarity has always struck you but you canât pinpoint it.
ever since your first encounter, heâs been catching you but ultimately fails. you canât help but secretly love when he shows up. a rush of excitement flows through your veins every time his attractive voice reaches your ears and find him standing there. but what you love the most is teasing the poor spider. oh you adore how fluster he gets when you gently brush a hand against his broad chest, abs, arms. although heâs wearing a mask, you know his face is burning. arch your back a little extra when you accidentally drop something. let out soft noises while stretching, showing off your latex suit. anything to tick him off and it works every time. you just love messing with him. itâs been like this for several months now.
âwhat took you so long, arañito? thought you died or some shit.â you tease, tilting your head a little with a pout on your lips, pretending to be sad.
âyour life would be boring then.â he approaches with hands on his hips. âdame la bolsa.â
âwell, someone forgot his manners.â you tease. âhow rude⊠your mother would be disappointed.â
spiderman groans frustratingly, rubbing the temples of his forehead through the mask. âno me jodas, gatita. dame la pinche bolsa or elseââ
âor else what? gonna tie me up in your pretty webs?â
âif i have to.â
damn, he might consider it. not to mention how his tone went down a pitch, more seductively. that sends another shiver of anticipation down your spine.
your eyes light up in amusement. âoh⊠bondage, huh? okay, iâm down for that~â you giggle when he runs a hand over his face, obviously flustered.
âpor dios, mujer. just give me theââ he attempts to snatch the small black bag from your hand but you swiftly move out of his way with a twirl.
âlo siento, arañito pero mamĂ has to feed her kittens so⊠muchos besitos~â
just as you blow him a kiss and about to make a run for it, a large hand catches your wrist that holds the bag. eliciting a yelp from you when youâre suddenly yanked to his chest. one hand holding firmly against him and the other holding the bag away from you.
âpush and punch all you want, gatita, but youâre not going anywhere this time.â his grip on your waist tightens as you squirm in his hold. an annoyed groan escapes his lips when you continue fighting. âstop fighting, itâs not gonna help you.â
âthose diamonds are gonna help me if you give them back.â you continue squirming.
ânot happening, iâm sure your kittens will be fine while your ass sits in a jail cell.â
suddenly, panic invades your body like a plague. gabriella comes through your mind. âno! my daughter, you asshole! i need them for my daughter!â now youâre really panicking, punching and kicking him. you canât go to jail, abandon your child. you canât leave gabriella alone, live without her mother.
spiderman looks down at you with shock, the eyes of his mask widens. âdaughter?⊠you have a daughter?âŠâ his grip on you loosens. âyouâre a mother?âŠâ he sounds so speechless, shocked.
you finally get the chance to escape his hold and angrily push him away by the chest, making him stumble a little. âyes, i am a mother and yes i have a daughter! if you donât give me the damn bagââ
âwhy does your daughter need diamonds?â
a frustrated groan escapes your lips. your patience is wearing thin. âgoddamnit! i need to sell them for money so i can provide for my daughter, alright?!â
for once, spiderman is speechless. he simply states down at you in complete silence. a shame that he wears a mask so you canât tell his expression.
âyouâve been struggling?⊠financial issues?â
âin this shitty ass economy, yes. my job isnât enough so i have to make a little extra money just to keep up with rent and other expenses.â
he goes silent for a moment, glancing down at the small bag in his hand then back at you. âthis is why youâre doing this⊠to help your family.â
you sigh sadly, shoulders sagging. âugh yes, alright? i do this shit for her. chingado, why the hell am i telling you about my personal issues?â you turn away, feeling the frustration bubbling up inside you.
why the hell are you explaining your financial issues to spiderman? heâs not your goddamn therapist. the son of a bitch is about to take you to jail. you really think he is gonna understand? highly doubtful. you fucked up real good this time.
another silent pause between you two. only the distant car beeps and sirens keep the air busy.
âjust forget it and take me away alreadyââ youâre cut off when you feel youâre hand being raised up and the small black bag is in your grasp. your brows furrowed in confusion as you look up him. âwhat areââ
âtake it before i change my mind.â
your frown deepens. âwhy the change of heart? you were literally about to throw my ass in jail.â
âi wonât let a child lose their mother.â he sighs quietly, shoulders slightly slouched. âlook, i understand why you do this. youâre struggling and out of options, youâre just trying to help your daughter.â
now, youâre the one whoâs speechless. suppose he is understanding and that surprises your for some reason. yet nevertheless, youâre grateful.
âwell um⊠thank you⊠for being understanding.â you say awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.
âi know iâm overstepping here but⊠is it just you?â
you nod, still not looking. âyeah⊠just me and her. the father isnât in the picture.â
god, it feels awkward talking about this. especially with the goddamn hero of the city.
âiâm sorry⊠he mustâve been an ass.â
âoh um no⊠he actually doesnât know.â
âohâŠâ
awkward silence. yeah, totally should just dip.
âwell⊠what youâre doing is still wrong but i understand that a parent should do anything for their child.â from your peripheral, he takes a step closer.
finally, you look back at him. taken aback by how close he is. âso all i had to do was say i have a daughter and you wouldâve let me off the hook?â
spiderman scoffs and shakes his head, definitely rolling his eyes under the mask. âno, iâ chingado, leave before i change my mind.â
you canât resist a giggle. âwell, muchas gracias spidey. didnât think you were the sentimental type but i appreciate it.â you offer a wink before walking away towards the ledge. âadiĂłs, arañito.â you blow a final kiss at him then jump off with a backflip.
your perspective of spiderman changed tonight.
perhaps he isnât all that bad and annoying.
you and gabriella have a shopping day. you visit one of stores that she likes and buy a few new clothes for her. with the recent money youâve made from that diamond set, you decided to treat yourself and your daughter a shopping spree. youâre in the middle paying for the clothes when gabriella sees a cute dog walking by, causing her to let go of your hand and run outside the store to chase after the dog.
âgabriella!â you quickly pay the clothes, thank the cashier, grab the bag, and rush out the door.
gabriella is too focused on the dog when she accidentally runs into someone, knocking her off balance until the stranger catches her by the arm.
âwhoa- you okay, chiquita?â
the little girl looks up to find a very tall man with brown eyes and hair, dressed in a simple white sweater and gray sweats.
âoh, sorry mister! i didnât mean to hurt you!â
the man softly chuckles as he crouches to match her eye level. âitâs okay, chiquita. donât worry about it.â his eyes briefly glance behind her searching a potential parent. âwhereâs your parents? are youââ
âgabriella!â
both of them turn to see you rushing towards them until you suddenly stop when you recognize the man who your daughter bumped into. suddenly, your whole body is frozen. everything around is a blur and in slow motion. heart dropped to your stomach and panic invades your veins like a virus. the bag of clothes almost slips out of your hand.
âmiguelâŠ?â
it canât be⊠the boy you loved from college stands before you. the boy you havenât seen in seven fucking years is standing right there in flesh next to your daughter, the very same daughter you had with him and doesnât know about.
oh my godâŠ
he looks so⊠different yet the same. more muscular, no more glasses, older. heâs not that boy from your biology class, he is a full blown man. god, he still looks handsome. even more now, dear lord.
after 7 years, you see miguel for the first time.
miguel, on the other hand, is as speechless as you are. utterly dumbfounded and shocked to see the girl he fell in love with from college standing in front of him. even after seven years, you still look beautiful. you were always beautiful. fuck, you look like a goddamn angel. especially in that pretty sundress youâre wearing. suddenly, his heart beats faster.
youâre⊠here. youâre actually here⊠standing in front of him like an angel. this very moment is the one miguel has been dreaming for so long. so damn long that itâs unbelievable. he hasnât seen you since college, seven fucking years ago. he hasnât seen your angelic face since, his heart aches at that realization. all this time miguel has been wondering what happened to you. the memory of you blocking him on everything after graduation makes his heart ache immensely, an unsettling feeling in his chest. even after years, he still wonders why you did. your sudden disappearance left a deep hole in his heart, an area that hasnât been repaired since until this moment.
he softly calls out your name like you did with his, shock and surprise laced in his tone.
âitâs really youâŠâ
god, his voice⊠that rich, handsome voice-
âmamĂĄ.â
both of you snap out of trance and look at gabriella, who is confused by the situation. realization kicks you in the ass that your daughter is awkwardly standing between you and her father, who neither know of each otherâs existences.
âi said sorry to the man for bumping into him.â the little girl explains, pouting.
honestly, you donât care she bumped into him although you appreciate her polite apology. but the fact itâs miguel is what your mind focuses on.
âitâs okay, mija. letâs just go home, okay?â
miguel observes the interaction, slightly confused about the little girl youâre talking to. is she your little sister? but youâre the youngest in your family, your parents stopped after having you. maybe sheâs a younger cousin? but none of your cousins live in nueva york. that only confuses him more, causing him to frown a little. who is this little girl? but then his ears catch the âmijaâ and his eyes widen in shock.
wait⊠this little girl is your daughter?
you have a daughter?
youâre a mother?
that is what happened these past 7 years? you ghosted his ass after college then turn out to be a mother to a daughter who seems about that old. the girl does appear to be 6 or 7 years old.
wait⊠thatâsâŠ
miguel concentrates on you and your supposed daughter, but mainly on the little girl. brown hair and eyes, sun-kisses skin, oddly familiar nose.
hold on⊠that is very familiar.
he has those traits.
oh shit⊠oh no, no, no, no, no.
there is no fucking way itâs possible⊠but now really looking at the girl, she looks so similar. way too fucking similar to him. holy fuckâŠ
you briefly sneak a glance at miguel and recognize the shock illustrated on his face.
oh noâŠ
fuck, you and gabi need to leave before miguel figured it out. thatâs your biggest nightmare.
he canât know, he canât know.
you need to leave now.
âletâs go, gabi.â you take her hand in yours, just about to turn and bolt the fuck out of here.
âwait!â miguel calls out.
you donât even answer back and continue walking with gabriella by your aide, feeling your heart pounding immensely with anxiety.
âmamĂĄ, that man is talkingââ
âi know but we need to leave.â you try to not lash at your daughter despite the anxiety bubbling inside and consuming every inch of your body.
âespera, por favor!â miguel pleads, walking by your side. âjust pleaseââ
you shake your head, too afraid to look back at him while trying to escape. âno, please.â
he calls out your name again, a bit louder, and reaches out a hand to grab your arm.
âdonât touch my mama!â gabriella shouts as she slaps off his hand from your arm, making miguel wince and back off immediately.
you turn around in shock by your daughterâs erratic behavior, stopping in your tracks. âgabiââ
âleave my mama alone!â the little girl yells, standing in front of you to defend you from the man.
those mahogany eyes widen in shock, fear. miguel immediately backs away, hands in the air surrendering. panic flowing through his veins. âi-iâm sorry, i didnât mean to hurt your mama.â he panics while the girl stares daggers at him. truthfully, he never meant to hurt you in any way. he would never, ever. he canât blame your daughterâs frustration.
unfortunately, the mini chaotic scene captured many eyes which only made it worse.
you let out a quiet sigh. âvamos, gabi.â taking her hand in yours, you bolted without bothering to spare a final glance at miguel or give him a chance to speak. you just want to go home and forget.
but ever since then, youâve been a panicky mess.
miguel found out.
you know it.
that look in his eyes, the way they widen. it was a look of realization and disbelief.
you canât let him find you and gabriella. fuck, you shouldâve known staying in nueva york was a stupid idea knowing miguel still lives there too. honestly, you didnât think he still did since itâs been a long time. however, it was only a matter of time before you run into him and the truth spills out. panic has been plaguing your body for days, taking a toll on you. extra jumpy, shaky hands, rapid beating heart, constantly checking your surroundings making sure miguel isnât there. you arenât afraid of him, no, you believe heâs still the same sweet guy before. strange part of you knows he would never hurt you. you always knew that. youâre just afraid of his reaction.
gabriella has noticed your panicky state. she may only be seven years old, but she is smart. occasionally asks if youâre okay, whatâs wrong, why are you acting scared. those questions stung deeply in your heart. panic has consumed you entirely that your own seven year-old daughter notices and is worried about you. oh your sweet baby girl. she loves her mama very much and it melts your heart. but what hurts more is lying to her about it. you explain it was stress about work. truthfully, you are stressed out but for completely different reasons. itâs unsure how long these lies will be satisfying enough for.
now, youâre heading to work. the clicking of your heels hit the concrete as you pass multiple people, adjusting the skirt of your waitress uniform. despite the anxiety coursing through your veins at the thought of miguel finding you, life doesnât stop. perhaps being at work would takes your mind off it.
until your name is called by a familiar voice.
your body froze the moment you recognize that voice, swiftly turning around to find the very man you have been avoiding and scared to run into. miguel is quickly approaching you and you donât hesitate to walk away as quickly as possible, panicking a little.
âwait!â he calls out, trying to not knock out passing individuals while catching up to you.
you continue speed-walking, even in those heels as much as they allow you to. adrenaline pumping through your veins, heart beating frantically.
you have to get away. you canât let him catch up to you, canât let him get you. you canât face him.
âespera, por favor!â due to his long legs, miguel is able to catch up to you quickly and gently grabs one of your wrists. âplease, donât walkââ
miguel says your name pleadingly and raises his hands cautiously, afraid to touch you again. âjust please⊠i need to talk to you.â
you shake your head, turning around to leave. âno, just please leave me alone.â a gasp escapes your lips as you stumble on one heel then a strong arm wraps around your torso and catches you.
âcuidado, amor.â miguel is right at your side, his arm wrapped securely around your torso and carefully helps you stand properly. standing in front of you with now both hands on your waist. âyou okay?â
his touch makes your mind dizzy and ignite your skin. oh you havenât felt his touch in so fucking long, seven long years and damn you miss it so much. those calloused hands holding you gently, caressing your skin with such gentleness. those strong arms wrapped around you securely, always made you feel safe. even years later, there is no other pair of arms you would rather be in than miguelâs. and god, did he miss having you in his arms. holding you so delicately, right where you belong. like you are meant to be him his arms, even after all these years.
your eyes hesitantly meet his and suddenly youâre lost in trance. both your bodies pressed against each other, miguelâs muscular figure against your smaller one. those hands calloused hands holding your waist as if youâre the most precious thing in his grasp. heavy breaths hitting each other faces well, his hitting your forehead and your against his chest due to the height difference. utterly hypnotized by each otherâs eyes, filled with a lovesick glint. memories of college invades both your minds. flashbacks of a younger version of you and miguel secretly in love with each other, standing the same position with smiles plastered on your faces. a nasty wave of nostalgia coursing through you both.
youâre so lost in trance that you donât realize one of miguelâs hands caressing your cheek. the same way he uses to do when you were, unofficially, together. the ache in your heart at the memory makes you snap out of it and back away from his hold.
âi-i have to goâŠâ you avert your gaze from his, afraid youâll get lost in them again.
miguel stops you with holding out a cautious hand, a pleading look on his face. âpor favor⊠just please, amor⊠just for a minute. thatâs is all i ask.â
god, he is killing you. that pleading tone never fails to make your knees weak, even years later.
reluctantly, you close your eyes with a slow head shake. âno, miguel⊠i canât. iâm sorry, i have to go.â you try walking past him but miguel blocks your path, beginning to feel frustrated.
ânot until you talk to me first.â he looks down at you with a serious look and slightly furrowed brows.
now youâre getting a little agitated. âthereâs nothing to talk about, miguel. alright?â
miguel watches you try slipping past around him with a frown, following you. âwhat the hell do you mean thereâs nothing to talk about?! i havenât seen you in seven years and you think thereâs nothing to talk about?! estas loca, huh?!â
âjust leave me alone, miguel! forget it!â
unfortunately, the heated aggressiveness was drawing eyes from several bystanders.
âforget it?! you think i can just forget never seeing you for seven years and believing you were gone all this time only to find out youâre still here?!
âUGH! just stop it!â you continue walking away, frustration boiling in your veins.
âjust tell me!â
you whirl around with bloodshot eyes. âSTOP IT!â
a sudden explosion erupts from a bank a few blocks away. a sudden puff of smoke explodes into the air, breaking the glass windows sending shattered pieces flying, then followed by bursting flames. the ground shook underneath, causing you to fall with a scream. arms covering your head from the shattered glass. smoke fills your lungs and eyes immediately, coughing it out as you slowly look up to see whatâs going but a sharp pain in your right ankle makes you whimper. looking down at your injured ankle, there is a small shard of glass inside. small trails of blood slowly flow down, decorating your ankle in red. while whimpering in pain, you suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.
âare you okay?!â miguel panics, eyes widen with pure fear as they trace over your figure searching for any injuries. hands gripping onto you tightly as if heâs terrified to let you go. he spots your injured ankle and the small streaks of blood trailing down. âfuck!â
fuck, youâre hurt. shit, shit, shit. he needs to get you to the hospital quick. he only just found you after so long, no fucking way heâs losing you now.
miguel doesnât hesitate to carefully pick you up in his arms and carry you in bridal style. the painful whimpers you let out make his heart ache immensely, like multiple stabs. he almost fucking cries. fuck, he can feel the tears stinging in his eyes.
âi know, i know, lo sientoâŠâ he presses soft kisses against your forehead as miguel quickly rushes to the nearest hospital with all of his fucking might, thanks to his spider abilities. âlo siento, lo siento, mi almaâŠâ
soon, he manages to find the nearest hospital. the doctors and nurses were a bit anxious to a very panicky, frustrated man built like a god carrying an injured you in his arms and barking at them to help you. if you were not in pain, you wouldâve told miguel to calm down. heâs always been a dramatic man, overprotective of you. even years later without seeing each other, he still strongly cares for you. it warms your fragile heart. luckily, one nurse offered and quickly lead you both to the nearest room. a close call for security was made after miguel heavily refused to leave the room after the doctor and nurses told him so they could help you without distractions. he couldnât leave you. he even threatened to punch the poor doctor, who is only trying to do his job, before he was given a final warning by one nurse. very reluctantly, miguel finally leaves the room by slamming the door on his way out. but not before giving you one last glance making sure you were fine.
while you were getting patched up, miguel paces back and forth outside in the hall. one hand resting on his hip and the other running down his face in frustration. heart pounding in his chest, anxiety flowing through his veins. never has he been so scared in his life. seeing you all scared, in pain, tears in those gorgeous eyes he loves, it fucking killed him. all miguel can think about is you and how badly he wants to rush inside to know if youâre okay. no, he needs to know how youâre doing but the doctor hasnât come out to say anything yet. the longer he waits, the more worried he gets. normally, miguel is a patient man. but when it comes to you, that shit flies out the window. okay, terrible pun but point still stands. all miguel cares about is you. never has he stopped, even after seven years, he still does.
he will always care for you.
after several more minutes, the doctor comes out and informs miguel that youâll be okay. a huge wave of relief courses through his entire body. he profoundly thanks the doctor and nurses for their assistance then quickly heads inside, desperate to see you. the relief truly hits when he sees you laying on the hospital bed, back rested against the pillows as support and ankle wrapped with a bandage.
âhi.â you whisper with a soft smile, the same one that always melts his heart.
the first time he sees that smile in seven years.
a smile miguel never forget.
âhey,â he mirrors your smile as he takes a seat in the chair next to the bed. âhow are you feeling?â a bit of concern laced in his tone.
âiâm fine, it didnât tear anything major and only needed a few stitches. should heal in a few days.â
he slowly nods, understanding. âthatâs great.â those mahogany eyes land on your hand resting at your side. the urge to reach out and hold your hand consumes him but miguel isnât sure if youâd like that. so, reluctantly, he decides against it.
a small silence fell between you two before you spoke again. âthe doctor and nurses were a little nervous. i mean, being pressured by a man built like a damn god wasnât exactly helpful. especially almost calling security.â you softly chuckle.
he scoffs with an eye roll. âyou were bleeding, i wasnât gonna leave you alone in here.â
âi wasnât bleeding to death, miguel. it was only a little, nothing serious.â
âni modo,â he shakes his head, not pleased with you brushing it off easily. âiâm not gonna lose you again.â
a huge silence falls in between you two. the tension that has been lingering since the day you reunited weighs heavily, like an anchor suddenly dropping. the silence was painful and the tension was dreadful. a conversation both you and miguel have been afraid of to discuss. the moment youâve been dreading since you reunited with him. anxiety invades both your bodies. sitting there fiddling with your hands in your lap, miguel looking down at his own with an anxious expression illustrated on his face. it was only a matter of time until you had to tell him the truth, to tell him heâs s a father. youâve never been so afraid, more than giving birth to gabriella all those years ago, more than finding out you were pregnant. confronting the truth is the scariest thing ever.
miguel looks up at you and notices your anxious expression. the way you fiddle with your hands, a habit youâve had since you were a kid. he knew because you told him once during a tutoring session after he noticed it. he knew you, even seven years later. he always noticed everything about you. especially the anxious look on your angelic face. miguel has never seen you so nervous and it worries him. the strong urge to comfort you consumes him.
very slowly, he reaches out a hand for yours as he leans a bit closer towards you. âmi alma, iââ
âÂĄmamĂĄ!â
the sudden burst of the door opening makes miguel quickly pull back as he watches your daughter rush into the room and immediately hugs you.
âmama! are you okay?!â gabi cries, hugging you tightly. âi was so scared!â
you embrace her tightly, softly shushing her. âiâm okay, mi amor. iâm okay, iâm sorry for scaring you.â a hint of guilt squeezes your heart.
you feel her shake her head. âitâs okay, i know you didnât mean it, mama. i was just scared you got hurt.â
oh your sweet baby. heart heavily swelled with love. âi was scared too but iâm okay.â you slowly pulling back away but keep gabi close, gently holding her arms. âit was just a little scratch from glass, nothing bad.â you gingerly wipe her tiny tears.
gabi nods before noticing the man sitting beside you, realizing itâs the same mean man who was bothering you the other day. the smile on her face dies and is replaced with a frown. âwhy is the mean man here?â
miguelâs eyes widen in concern at the little girl staring daggers at him. he was too in awe at the cute moment between you and your daughter to realize that sheâs still mad at him for the way he mistreated you a few days ago. how protective she was of you and yelled at him in front of people. he canât blame her though. she just wants to protect her mother and that is admirable for a seven year old.
âhe saved me, mija.â you reassure her, causing both gabriella and miguel to turn to you with wide eyes which makes you giggle but squeezes your heart. the same expression, like twins. âhe saved me from the accident and got me to the hospital super fast.â
gabriellaâs expression is a mixture of surprise and confusion, like she couldnât actually believe the same mean man saved you. âreallyâŠ?â
you softly laugh at her expression, nodding. âyes mija, he saved me and iâm very thankful for him for helping me.â you spare a brief glance at miguel, who continues staring at you with wide eyes before his expression softens and offers a small smile.
the same damn smile that made your heart flutter.
gabi slowly turn her gaze from you to miguel. not giving him a death stare anymore but a little smile instead. âthank you, mister⊠for saving my mama.â
his broad shoulders deflated in relief. she isnât mad at him anymore. âof course, chiquita. i know how much your mama means to you.â miguel softly smiles.
for the first time, gabi genuinely smiles at him and, oddly enough, that warms his heart immensely. yours too because thatâs when you realized.
this is the first time they smile at each other.
a sight you never thought you would live to see. another painful squeeze to your heart.
before any of you could say anything else, your parents come rushing in with a million times worse worried expressions on their faces.
âmija! ay dios mio, we were so worried! when we got the call and the doctor told us everything, weââ
your mother stops as she and your father stop dead in their tracks the moment they see miguel sitting beside you. the very same miguel who was the sweet boy from your bio class that tutored you, visited during weekends, treated him like family. the same miguel who got you pregnant and left you alone to deal with raising a baby, even though was your fault for never telling him. he never knew and they never blamed him but he got you pregnant nevertheless.
your parents arrival and your dadâs extremely pissed off expression causes miguel to swiftly stand on his feet, making the chair screech against the floor. he addresses them with respect, hands behind his back. âitâs great to see you againââ
âmi amor, ya.â your mother calms her husband down, gently patting his shoulder. âgabi esta aquĂ.â she whispers in a warning tone.
your father, reluctantly, backs offs because he knows your mom is right. the last thing any of you want is to create drama in front of gabriella.
your parents look back at you.
âpobrecita, mi niña.â your mother coos, gently cupping your face and gives your forehead a kiss. âthe doctor told us everything and you were going to be fine pero youâre sure youâre okay?â
âsĂ, mamĂĄ, iâm fine. iâll heal soon.â
âgracias a dios.â your parents said in unison.
âwe should thank him, too!â gabriella chirps in, pointing at miguel with a bright smile. âhe saved mama and got her to the hospital!â
your parents turn and look at miguel in surprise. he just as surprised as they are but because your daughter gave him credit for helping you. your parents share a glance then look at miguel.
âyou did?â your dad questions.
âsĂ, señor.â miguel said politely, nodding. âi brought her here as fast as possible.â
his answer seemed to satisfy them both. mainly because they know much of a good man he is and how much he deeply cares for you, even still to this day, that miguel will do anything for you.
âgracias, mijo,â your mom offers an appreciative smile. âfor helping our daughter, weâre grateful.â
âsiempre, señora.â miguel smiles in return. âanything for her.â he means it with all his heart.
they know it, so do you.
the ongoing screams from outside reminds him that the perpetrator is still on the loose. the city needs their spider vigilante. now that youâre safe, miguel can go fulfill his heroic duties.
âiâll uh⊠leave you be.â miguel clears his throat as he makes his way towards the door.
âmiguel.â
your soft voice makes him stop by the door, looking back at you. eager to what you have to say.
âthank you.â you say softly.
it makes his heart flutter. miguel offers a small nod, eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before finally walking out of the room, leaving you be with your family. he exits the hospital and finds a hidden alleyway. with a few taps on his gizmo, his spider suit replaces his normal clothes and miguel swings away to save nueva york from another threat.
after a while, your ankle healed completely and youâre already back on black cat duties. effortless cartwheels and flips over rooftops in the night. it feels amazing to be back in latex and shifting through the beautiful night after being cooped up in your apartment barely doing anything. one of your neighbors, a nice elderly lady, offered to take gabriella to her bus stop since you couldnât walk with a damaged ankle and you thanked her tremendously. your boss was kind enough to give you recovery time and it wouldnât affect your pay. you hadnât seen miguel much since the hospital. he didnât have any way of contacting you anyways, no address given or no phone number. but you knew in your heart he was looking for you, thinking of you, and wanted to know if you were okay. you hoped to run into him soon.
another gig at a different jewelry store. this one has more diamonds accessories which means more money. while jumping from rooftop to rooftop, faint grunts and shouts reached your ears which makes you stop in your tracks. following the sound, you find a secluded alleyway where a huge fight takes place. appears to a gang of criminals, six guys against one individual clad in familiar hues of red and dark blue.
spiderman.
he seems to be whooping their asses. letâs be real, nobody has a fucking chance with a guy who is freakishly tall and insanely buff like a fucking god. even if itâs a whole damn army, their asses will be on the ground before any could get the chance to take a swing at him. there is even rumors that spiderman has bitten some of his enemies. now that sounds fucking insane. what the fuck is he? a damn vampire? you had to very hard time believing that when you first heard of it by a fellow colleague at the diner. at first, you were hesitant to run into him again during your nightly runs in fear of getting bit by the weirdo. but your curiosity got the better of you. one night when you ran into him, you asked him about the biting rumors and spiderman frustratingly denied it, which furthered your curiosity and teased him about it. now you wonder if youâd get to witness that.
but instead panic invades your veins as you notice one gang member whips out a pistol aimed at miguelâs back, who is currently too occupied beating up three other members. heâs gonna get shot. suddenly, you body goes into autopilot. without hesitation, you swiftly jump down and land right behind the bastard then knocked him out by kicking the back of his head, causing him to lose aim and fire the bullet off to the side instead. the gunshot startles spiderman and he swiftly turns around in concern only to find you standing there with the asshole on the floor. the eyes of his mask widen in disbelief.
âwhat the hell are you doing here?!â
âsaving your ass from getting shot at.â you kick the gun away. âyouâre welcome.â
âyou need to get out of here now!â spiderman warns, shooting out webs to take down two approaching guys without looking away from you.
you were about to argue back when another guy comes running towards you both and you kicked him in the face knocking him out. there wasnât any time to argue with a group of dudes attacking you so you teamed up together. miguel knocking them out with his webs, throwing punches here and there. you whooping their asses, kicking and punching while doing flawless flips and tricks. itâs actually quite fun fighting alongside the infamous spiderman. for once not fighting him but with him. watching the masked hero in action, itâs attractive as fuck. maybe you should interfere with his fights more often.
one idiot was pissing miguel off more than usual. the fight was getting aggravating and he was losing patience. aggressively grabbing the guyâs face with one hand and yanking him towards his face, miguelâs mask disintegrates and opens his mouth revealing those pearly sharp fangs. watching the guyâs eyes widen in pure terror before biting into his neck, causing the bastard to yelp in pain. the sound makes you turn around after knocking out the rest of the gang and your eyes widen in shock at the sight in front of you. spiderman is⊠biting the guy? what the actual fuck? the heroâs face is concealed since itâs buried in the guyâs neck, whose body squirmâs underneath him. you canât believe what youâre seeing⊠what the actual fuck is spiderman doing?
once the venom is injected into the idiotâs veins and he feels his body weakened underneath, miguel lets him go causing the body to collapse on the ground without a care. glaring down at the paralyzed bastard, chest heaving and veins flowing with adrenaline. he wipes the blood off his lips with the back of his gloved hand then turns to you, not realizing you were watching the entire time.
your heart fucking drops.
drops into your fucking stomach. entire body completely frozen. blood gone too damn cold.
no fucking way⊠it canât be true.
spiderman, the same man who saves and protects the lives of nueva york. the same man who everyone adores and praises for his heroic deeds. the same man who always caught your ass during a jewelry run. the same man who youâve been teasing and sorta been developing some strange feelings for. the same man who is the boy you loved since college.
the same man who is your damn baby daddy.
miguel is fucking spiderman?!
the masked vigilante who has been chasing after you these past several months is the man youâve never stopped loving and the father of your child?!
this whole fucking time it was him?!
âmiguel?âŠâ you whisper, standing there in pure disbelief. like you refused to believe itâs him.
âoh my god⊠itâs youâŠâ you tremble, chest beginning to heave before the fire bursted into flames. âit was YOU! IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME!â
miguel winces confusingly at your sudden burst of anger and accusations. âwhat the hell do you mean it was me? who the hell you evenââ
you swiftly yank off your small mask, revealing your true identity and miguel fucking crumbles.
itâs⊠you?! you are the infamous black cat?! the same woman whoâs been stealing jewelry. the same woman whoâs been a pain his ass for months. the same woman whoâs been driving him fucking crazy. black cat is the same woman heâs been in love with since collage and disappeared from his life for seven fucking years. the same woman who heâs been desperately searching for and found her after all these years yet only to find out sheâs the fucking jewelry thief dressed in black latex this whole time.
the woman he never stopped loving is black cat.
miguel softly calls out your name, as if confirming himself that itâs actually you. âitâs you⊠youâre the fucking black cat?!â now itâs his burst of anger being unleashed. âitâs been you after these months?!â
âdonât fucking yell at me!â you point at him. âyou donât fucking get to give me shit when youâve been fucking SPIDERMAN THIS WHOLE TIME!â you shouting echos throughout the alleyway.
âyou think i was just gonna give away my fucking identity?! no!â he argues and takes a few steps closer. a huge frown settled on his face, pissed off as much as you are. âso you donât give me shit for not telling you when i didnât know it was you!â
âBABOSO! (asshole)â your boiling anger causes you to kick miguel in the chest before he can closer to you, making him stumble a bit with a groan.
with a frustrated groan, you turn away from him. running both hands down your heated face. miguel closes his eyes for a moment to calm down, pinching the bridge of nose and taking a heavy breath.
âit all makes sense nowâŠâ you whisper, slowly shaking your head. miguel looks back at you with furrowed brows but remains silent to let you speak. âno fucking wonder you felt so familiar. i thought i going crazy, that no fucking way it was you. it couldnât be youâŠâ you turn around to face him again but with a tender look that warms his heart.
âi felt it tooâŠâ miguel breaths out heavily, head hanging low and hands on his hips.
âwhat?â youâre surprised.
âthe familiarity.â he confessed, looking back at you. âI felt it too. i thoughtâŠâ he heavily sighs, running a hand through his hair. âi thought the same, thinking it was impossible for it to be you but⊠itâs true.â
silence falls in between you two. tension, feelings, unanswered questions lingering in the heavy air. a moment to sallow and digest the hard truth.
glancing back at miguel, you take a really good look at him. specifically at his face. those two piercing crimson orbs. with your past encounters with him, you heavenly really paid attention to his eyes and the fact they are red, not the brown ones you adored so much. those chestnut eyes that youâd stare at for hours, mesmerized by how beautiful they were. but now they were replaced a fierce shade of red. vehement, ominous, intimidating. but it doesnât strip them of their beauty. itâs a vibrant kind of red, like a red gem. dazzling in the back of dark cave. like the pretty gems the seven dwarfs mine for in snow white, one of gabriellaâs favorite films. his eyes, no matter the color, are nevertheless breathtaking. below are those sharp fangs that you just witnessed moments ago. pearly white, shape canines that possess some type of poison or something to knock someone out.
âwhat happened?â
as if he read your mind, miguel knew what you were referring to, making him sigh heavily. âalchemax. after my internship, i got a position there. deal with genetic machinery.â he turns away, concealing the shame. âthere was an accident⊠some bastard screwed me over and⊠caused this.â he gestures at his eyes, fangs, and talons. âhalf-spider DNA.â
your eyes slightly widen at the reveal. half spider DNA? insane. âthe spiderman name is no joke.â
miguel shakes his head, biting back a smile at your joke. still manage to crack jokes in serious matters, you never changed. a part he loved about you.
still loves.
looking back at you, miguel takes in your appearance and remembers why you do this. âhow long have you been doing this?â he gestures at your latex suit.
âa few years. waitressing doesnât really pay the bills much so i went against my morals. i know what iâm doing is wrong but itâs worth it for my daughter.â
miguelâs expression softens when you mention your daughter, remembering the little girl. the one who yelled at him in public for bothering you. the one who ran into the hospital room worried about her mother. the one who smiled at him for saving her mother. a sweet little girl you have. but then he remembers how similar she looked to him, like him. the features and traits he carried, she did too. when he pinned the points together, miguel wanted to crumble. not only heâs been dying to talk to you to know how and where the hell youâve been the last seven years but also to ask about your daughter. a question thatâs been infiltrating his mind since the day he saw you.
âyour daughterâŠâ miguel hesitates for a moment, preparing himself for possibly the hardest truth he has ever faced. âis sheâŠ?â
you close your eyes. the moment youâve been dreading for, it has finally come.
âyes.â
his heart shatters. he brings up a hand to conceal the painful expression on his face. if he didnât had enhanced strength, miguel wouldâve collapsed.
he is a father. to a bright little girl.
tears swell up in his eyes. itâs earthshaking, unbelievable. these past seven years, he had a daughter. a daughter he shares with you, the love of his life, the girl he fell in love with from college. thinking back on college, miguel remembers you disappearing from his life after graduation. blocked him on everything, unable to reach you.
now it made sense.
but thereâs one question bothering him.
âwhy didnât you tell me?â he whispers, bringing down his hand from his face but refuses to look you. as if heâs scared to, scared to face the truth.
tears prickle in your eyes. the emotions that have been buried inside for so many years finally start boiling up. the dam breaks, the volcano erupts.
âbecause i didnât want to hurt you.â
miguel looks back with shocked eyes, in pure disbelief. âwhat?â
hurt him? how could you possibly hurt him? he is the one who did the hurting, leaving you alone to carry and raise a baby. but a baby he never knew of.
the tears couldnât hold back, now trailing down your face. âthe week before graduation, i found out i was pregnant. i-i was so s-scared. angry at myself for being so fucking careless but we both were.â
yes, you both were stupid careless barely young adults. miguel shouldâve known better, that his pull out game was terrible and shouldâve stacked up on condoms more often. god, he wants to smack himself. such an irresponsible fucking idiot.
âi was so scared, miguel, i-i didnât know how to tell you.â you sob, unable to control the tears any longer and honestly you donât care. âthen, i remembered you told me about your internship at alchemax a few weeks before and how excited you were. you looked so happy, miguelâŠâ you offered a teary smile that shattered his heart into a million pieces. âi knew how much that meant for you and i was so happy for you. you had your life planned and i couldnât ruin that. i couldnât, miguel⊠i couldnât hurt you. i couldnât ruin your life with an unexpected pregnancy. it felt wrong, i loved you too much to hurt you.â
the truth finally revealed after seven years.
miguelâs heart crumbles into more pieces. he canât believe it. physically, mentally, emotionally, all of the above. this heartbreaking revelation completely destroys him. you kept the most life-changing, earth-shattering secret because you didnât want to hurt him? ruin his life? his heart aches terribly with immense guilt. he feels like the biggest fucking asshole. you went through so much painful emotions and inner turmoil while he was what? celebrating about his internship and graduation. what a fucking asshole. it breaks his already broken heart.
âthatâs why i left you. blocked you on everything right after graduation. i left the stadium crying because i couldnât face you. i couldnât tell you so i left⊠itâs my fault.â you confess through teary eyes. âitâs my fault you never knew, not yours. please donât blame yourself, you never knew. you shouldnât feel bad for not knowing, not being there because itâs my fault. and no matter how many fucking times i wanted to call you, reach out to you to tell, i was too scared. scared that youâd be mad, that you didnât want to be a part of it.â you wipe some tears off your face, not caring if it ruined your makeup and look like a melted candle. âiâm so sorry, miguel⊠for hurting you, keeping this from you, keeping her from you.â
now miguel is crying too, silently.
âiâm so, so sorry!â you completely break down, burying your teary face into your palms. the guilt caught up to you, consuming you entirely.
miguel swiftly charms in and takes you in his arms before you could collapse, holding you tight against his chest. one arm wrapped tightly around you and his other hand cupping the back of your head. each sob breaks a piece of his heart, causing him to tighten his hold on you as you continue sobbing into his chest. miguel has always hated seeing you cry, but this one hurts more, too painful. even though you said itâs your fault, miguel still believes itâs his too. it takes two to make a baby, he is the reason why you never told him. he is responsible too.
âi forgive you.â
you pull back a little to look up at him confusingly. âw-what? but i lied to you, hurt you for keepingââ
âi forgive you,â he states softly, bringing his hands up to gently cup your face. âbecause i love you.â
your eyes widen in shock. âw-what?â
âi love you. iâve loved you since the moment i met you in biology.â the pad of his thumbs gently wipe your tears. âthe day i became your tutor was the best day of my life because i met the most beautiful girl ever.â a heavy sigh escapes his lips. âi was stupid to not tell you, it was the biggest mistake in my life and i hated myself for it. because of that and our stupid mistakes, i lost you...â the thought makes his heart ache. âwhen you started avoiding me, i was worried and thought i did something wrong and tried reaching out to you but you never did. then, i never saw you again after graduation. i looked for you everywhere, called you, text you but then when i realized you blocked me completely⊠i broke.â he swallows those emotions building in his throat. âi⊠i cried⊠because i lost the love of my life.â
his confession makes your heart swell with intense love and a thousands other emotions. unbelievable and overwhelming but in a positive way.
âi tried looking for you everywhere, tried reaching out to your friends and family but they never answered. all i could think about was wondering what happened to you, why you disappeared, why you never told me anything.â those crimson orbs bore into your soul. âi never stopped looking for you.â
your breath hitches, staring up at him with wide eyes. all this time, heâs been looking for you?
âi never stopped thinking about you, wondering where you were, if you were okay. i never stopped.â miguel confesses. âthen when i saw you that day with⊠your daughter⊠i couldnât fucking believe it. after seven fucking years of wondering and searching, i found you. i actually found youâŠâ he lets out a heartily chuckle. âbeautiful since the day i met you, even more now.â his compliment makes your cheeks warm, something he always manages to do. âbut then seeing you with herâŠâ you know heâs referring to gabriella, your guysâ daughter. âseeing you as a mom wasnât what i expected. i couldnât believe it but then when i noticed how familiar she looked, i thought i was going insane.â
the shocking realization on miguelâs face from that day flashes through your mind. you knew he put the pieces together and figured it out at that moment.
âiâm sorry for avoiding you,â you softly inject, looking up at him with glossy eyes. âi-i was scared, of your reaction, what youâd say, if you were mad. i freaked out and couldnât bare to face you.â
miguel shakes his head. âi wasnât mad, never. i just was⊠shocked.â his eyes shift down for a moment while his hands caresses your face. âshocked that i had a daughterâŠâ then, his gaze returns to yours. âshe has my nose, the first thing i noticed.â
that elicits a soft chuckle from you. âyeah, i noticed too when she was born. sheâs your mini you.â
a soft moment bonding over your daughter.
âi never stopped loving you, miguel.â you quietly confess, placing your hands on top of his. âeven years later, i never stopped either. every time i look at gabi, i see you.â your lashes flutter and heart soars. âsheâs so smart and passionate like you. sometimes i wonder if she even got anything from me since sheâs so much like you in so many ways.â a soft chuckle slips past your lips. âshe is you in every way.â
his heart soars too, with such love. this furthers his desire to get to know his daughter and build a possible relationship. most importantly to win you back, to be in your life again if you want to. to be part of yours and gabriellaâs life. to be a family. something miguel never thought he could have.
ânow⊠i know this is a lot for you. i mean, come on, you just found out you have a kid after years without knowing. so i want you to know that i donât expect anything from you at all.â you assured him. âi donât wanna pressure you into this. itâs your decide if you want to be part of her life. i know i took away those first seven years from you and iâm sorry. but⊠you have the choice if you want be there or not.â
âmi alma, of course i want to be there for her.â miguel doesnât hesitate to answer. this news doesnât stop his world from spinning. an opportunity to not miss. âbut i want to be there for you⊠if you let me.â
his words caught you off guard.
âyou⊠want me?â
âsĂ, mi vida.â miguel leans a bit closer, a loving smile tugging on his plump lips. âiâve always wanted you, to be with you. officially, this time.â
your heart swells with intense love, a bit overwhelming but in a good way. he truly wants to be with you, part of your life, as well gabriellaâs? itâll be a new change but you gladly accept it, especially if it means for your daughter to have both loving parents.
âiâve always wanted to be with you too.â you confess softly with a light smile and fluttering lashes.
miguelâs heart is swoon, swollen with adoration. words he has been dreaming of for years. heâs not gonna lose this opportunity. heâs not gonna lose you again. there will be many changes to come but miguel is willing to do that for you, and his daughter.
when you told gabriella the truth, it took her some time to process it. even for a seven year old, learning a difficult truth can be hard to understand. all her life she has only known her mother and never learned much of her father. in the beginning, you simply explained that her dad went away. although it was not entirely a lie, you had to explain to your daughter why she didnât have a dad like other kids. but now with the truth, it was a little challenging. gabriella wasnât convinced at first. mainly due to the fact that her father is the same guy who was bothering you at the store and also saved you from the accident. she was honestly shocked. interrogated both you and miguel, mainly him. never had he felt nervous because of a kid. you both were an anxious mess when you all gathered in your living room, you seated next to gabi and miguel across. despite wanting to be together again, to give it another shot, you had to make sure gabriella was comfort with it all. comfortable with knowing her father, welcoming him into her life, and being a part of it. prior to the conversation, you thought to yourself: would gabi be okay with this? okay with miguel being in her life? okay with him and you together? despite how happy you and miguel were about the possibility of a future together, you still wanted to make sure she was truly comfortable with it. you didnât want to push the idea on her or make her feel uncomfortable. like every parent, the child must come first.
but over time, gabriella accepted it and welcomed miguel into both your lives. in fact, she was elastic to finally have a dad in her life. the moment she jumped into his arms, miguelâs heart swelled with immense love and happiness. forever grateful for her acceptance and to finally be her dad. tears swelled up in your eyes when you witnessed that heartwarming moment and joined in the hug after gabi begged you to. it was the beginning of a new chapter for your family, welcoming a new member. one of the happiest days of your life. a day you dreamed of but never thought it would happen. as time passes, new adjustments were made. miguel being part of your life now is so⊠different but amazing. he really stepped up into the role of a father. offering to take and pick up gabi from school. show up to her soccer games, proudly wearing a jersey with her number on it and being the loudest parent in the crowd cheering her on. participating in family outings like going to playgrounds, movies, the beach, cool restaurants, and amusement parks. attend any school events, volunteer as a chaperone for field trips. the man is really putting the effort and you canât be any more grateful for it.
currently, youâre doing your nightly routine. freshly washed, skin lathered in lotion, dressed in a mini lilac satin nightgown, your playlist softly playing from your phone, candles glowing softly in the dark. a perfect evening for selfcare. gabriella is staying at your parents for the weekend, meaning you have the apartment to yourself for the next two days. a chance to relax and enjoy being child-free. while fixing up your hair (in whatever way you usually do depending on your style/texture before going to bed), you hear a light thud coming from your room which makes your head snap in that direction. sudden anxiety does through your veins. what the fuck was that? black cat mode turns on. grabbing the blow dryer since it was heaviest object accessible, you quietly exit the bathroom and steadily move towards your room. hiding behind the wall, right next to the doorframe, you turn a little to catch a sneak peek of the intruder. your eyes widen in shock. that sneaky son of a bitch dressed in red and dark blue climbs through your window, which you idiotically forgot to lock. a huge wave of relief courses through you as you lower the blow dryer in your hands and come out from hiding approaching him.
âwhat the fuck, miguel?â
you notice those crimson orbs briefly scan your figure, trailing over the silky nightgown. lingering a little too long on, what you suspect, your cleveage. the top of the nightgown is quite low, giving him a nice glimpse. typical but it doesnât offend you, rather makes you smirk a little. a simple nightgown can make him his mind go haywire and you love it.
his eyes finally meet yours then the blow dryer in your hand. âyou chose that to defend yourself?â he deadpans, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
âshut up,â you scowl, rolling your eyes. âit was the heaviest thing i could grab.â you place the hair dryer on your vanity. âwhy the hell did you climb through my window? i thought you were an intruder.â
your heart flutters. âwell, iâm fine despite the fact you almost gave me a damn heart attack.â
âdramĂĄtica,â that earns him a glare, causing him to chuckle a little. âiâm sorry, i was out on patrol so i couldnât be seen by your neighbors.â
you roll your eyes but you understand. âjust give me a heads up or something next time.â
he nods. âand gabi?â
âwith my parents, remember? for the weekend.â
âah, sĂâŠâ
small silence falls in between you. only the gentle tunes of your music playing from your phone lingers in the background and distant beeps of cars flying outside. although, it wasnât awkward silence but there is some tension. you and miguel have been alone together numerous of times before, but strangely enough this time feels different. you notice it when miguel starts averting his eyes from yours, looking down or around your room. the clenching of his jaw, tensed shoulders, sight frown on his face. heâs thinking, conflicted with something.
âwhatâs wrong?â you ask, slowly stepping closer.
ânada⊠i justâŠâ he paused before sighing. âlo siento, mi alma for disbursing your night. ya me voy.â he turns to leave but you quickly yet gently grab his wrist, stopping him and looking back at you.
âdonât leave⊠please.â your soft plead almost makes miguel crumble to his knees. âwhatâs wrong? i know youâre thinking, you can tell me.â
those thick brows furrowed, crimson eyes glancing at the ground instead of your own. a glint of hesitation in them. he sighs before finally speaking.
âdo you want this?â
now your brows furrowed. âdo i want what?â
âthis,â his eyes finally meet yours. âme being part of your life, gabiâs life. are you really okay with this?â
your expression softens a bit but the confusion remains. âof course iâm okay with this. iâm happy youâre part of this family, miguel. are you notâŠ?â
you canât help the doubt clouding your mind, afraid that he is having second thoughts about this because the truth is miguel being a part of it all has been amazing. in fact, your life has been better since miguel became more involved. not only for you but for gabriella as well. it feels like a true happy family and you didnât want that to end.
his eyes widen worryingly, internally panicking. âno, no, no, mi alma. of course iâm happy, the happiest iâve ever been in my life.â his large hands gently rest on your upper arms, holding you close. âitâs just⊠i know weâve been doing this for gabi peroâŠâ a small pause to release a sigh. âi wasnât sure if you wanted to be with me again, if you were okay with me.â
your expression softens even more, replaced with a sympathetic one. insecurity gets the best of us, you understand where heâs coming from. âi meant what i said back in the alleyway that night. iâve always wanted you, miguel. iâve always loved you since that day you became my tutor for bio.â you smile at the memory. âso yes, i do want to be with you and i do want this.â you lean closer. âi want you.â
that confession and tender glint in those pretty eyes were all he needed to give in. his hands very slowly rise to gently cup your cheeks as miguel bends down to reach your face, not giving a shit about the potential back pain. those scarlet orbs boring into your pretty ones, overflowing with immense adoration. the close proximity makes your lashes flutter and both your hearts racing.
âÂżpuedo?â he whispers against your lips.
you roll your eyes, grinning. heâs still respectful even when you desperately want him to kiss you and devour your lips after what feels like an eternity because goddamnit you miss those plump ass lips.
your inpatient attitude makes him grin before leaning forward to finally capture your lips with his after a fucking lifetime. the moment you both have been waiting for, dreaming of for years. like fireworks exploding in both your bodies. the longing, the desperation all expressed in the kiss. two souls finally reconnected after what felt like an eternity. goddamnit did he miss those soft lips, the same ones that haunted his dreams for seven years. too damn long and he ainât gonna waste it, leading miguel to apply more pressure into the kiss which earns him a heavenly moan that almost makes his core throb. the kiss advanced more heated and desperate, savoring the taste of each other. a full blown makeout session. soft moans and groans lingering in the air, hands roam over each otherâs bodies. your hands gripping his thick neck, one hand gripping his brown locks which elicits a groan from him. softly gasping when miguelâs large hands squeeze and grope your curves over the silkiness of your nightgown a little possessively, leaving you hot and bothered.
while messily making out, miguel hoists you in his arms and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he walks towards the bed. your lips never detached as he carefully placed you down on the plush mattress, your back against the silky sheets and him settled in between your legs. fingers digging and gripping those soft brown curls, hands roaming over those muscular shoulders and thick neck, sending shivers of pleasure down miguelâs spine. those same damn muscles you missed touching, the rippling sensation underneath your fingertips, digging your nails into them. miguel has always worked out since those college days, had muscle since but definitely gained more these past seven years and you can feel how muscular heâs gotten. maybe that half-spider DNA thing had some influence, enhanced his muscles and build. but besides that, you just miss touching them. thankfully you recently got your nails done, a fresh set ready to mark your canvas. youâre even more eager to do so because you know digging your nails into his back drives miguel crazy, to hear those heavenly groans.
a soft gasp escapes your lips as you feel one of miguelâs gloved hands slowly slip the hem of your nightgown up your thigh, his fingertips reaching your inner thighs. a move youâre familiar with and always made you tremble, still remember even years later. god you miss him touching you. those calloused hands roaming and groping your curves, every inch of you, melting under his additive touch. miguel moved away from your mouth but eases your concerns as he travels down, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline to your neck. soft moans fall from your lips at the addictive sensation, mind becoming putty. one hand rested in his hair and the other gripping onto his shoulder, feeling the holographic particles of his suit under your fingertips. his hands continue roaming your body as miguel leaves wet kisses on your neck, intending on marking you.
âmissed this,â he mumbles in between kisses and licks, drunk on your skin. âmissed you, bebita.â
that old nickname from college, the one you adored, makes your heart flutter, responding with a soft whimper and a tug on his hair. âmiguel~â
âseven fucking yearsâŠâ a gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fangs gently prickling your skin. âyou have any idea what that did to me?â his voice drops an octave, seductive. âthe love of my life taken from me for seven years? drove me insane, bebita.â
another soft whimper falls from your lips when his fangs gently nipping your skin then leaves kisses over the sensitive area, making you arch your back. so utterly desperate to feel more of him. also, him calling you the love of his life? drove you over the fucking edge even more. god, you love this man.
âseven years without you, your voice, your laugh, your scent, your lipsâŠâ he whispers while his hands slowly roam and grope over your body, sending shivers of please through you and making your mind putty. âdrove me fucking crazy, hermosa.â another few kisses on your neck before he lifts his head up to look down at you with intense adoration, lips hovering yours. âiâm not wasting a fucking second.â
your heart flutters and you donât waste a second either by cupping his face and yanking him down to your lips together in a kiss filled with intense love, reuniting your souls. miguel swiftly trails down to your chest and buries his face in your cleavage, making out with your covered breasts. soft moaning as his calloused hands squeeze and knead your tits through the silky material of your nightgown. your hands play with his hair again, digging in those soft brown curls as endless soft moans spill from your lips at the incredible sensation miguel is providing you. moaning out his name and arching your back as his tongue slides over the roundness of your exposed breast. alternative between each one, kissing and licking the soft sensitive skin as his hands continue kneading and squeezing the squishy fat.
âmiguel!~â you moan a bit louder and arch your back as he sucks your nipples through the silky nightgown, leaving a wet stain on the fabric.
he responds with a muffled groan, busy with providing much affection towards your delicate breasts. miguel then slowly trails down your body, kissing over the silky fabric of your nightgown, mind hazy from your fingers combing through his hair. god he misses that addictive sensation so much. like your nails were meant to be digging and playing with his hair and it always made his mind putty. miguel reaches towards the hem of your nightgown and slowly raises it, exposing your stomach and cute white panties. the cool air hitting your core makes you gasp softly. miguel grins at the wet stain on your panties but his attention is on your belly. he peppers it with adoring kisses and sinful licks, eliciting more of those cute soft noises he adores so much. that same noises that drive miguel fucking crazy. heâs drunk on your soft skin, savoring it and worshiping your body like a temple. to him, you are his temple.
a soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel his own on your clothed pussy, a bit too eagerly inhaling your scent. âstill have that same sweet fucking scent, years later and it still drives me crazy.â he murmurs against the fabric. that sweet scent of yours is a like a fucking drug, intoxicating and addictive.
âmiguel, please~â you whine, your needy fingers gripping onto his hair as a sign. heâs right there, your core throbbing terribly, and youâre losing your mind.
that earns him a slightly harsh tug on his hair, causing his grin to widen. miguel has always adored when youâre bossy. the man may be 6â9 of pure muscle but will succumb to his knees when bossed around by a woman. a major turn on for him.
he is right, miguel always took care of you during sex. teasing but always a gentle provider. flashbacks of all your guysâ hookups during college ran through your mind. he always made sure you were comfortable, asking if you were okay no matter how steamy or soft the moment was. that baritone voice laced with tenderness whispering sweet praises, like dipped in honey while his body provided you pleasure in impeccable ways. hitting that sweet spot so perfectly, releasing intense yet fantastic ecstasy like waves coursing through your body. calloused hands roaming and groping every curve that makes your mind droopy. every touch, thrust, praise is overwhelming pleasure. you had always appreciated miguelâs care and thanked him every time, which resulted in him responding that you deserved to be treated with gentleness, every girl does. made your heart flutter every time. seven years later, he still cares the same and your heart still flutters.
using his talons to grip the edge of your panties, miguel slides them down your legs. âchinga⊠estĂĄs mojada, preciosa.â miguel curses at the fucking fountain between your legs. seven years later and youâre still wet for him? drives him fucking insane.
the mouthwatering sight fuels that burning desire inside him, causing him to quickly toss the discarded panties somewhere in the room as miguel gets on his knees at the edge of the bad and grab you by the thighs pulling you closer towards him. you squeal his name but miguel is too focused on your glistening folds, licking his lips in anticipation for the greatest meal that he has been dying for after what feels like an eternity. there is no time to react when miguel swiftly puts your legs over his bulky shoulders and immediately dives into your glistening pussy. yelping in surprise as his lips viscously suckles and tongue rapidly flickers your clit. one hand instinctively gripping his hair while the other does the same with the bed sheets as you throw your head back in pleasure. the alternation of him sucking and flickering your sweet bundle of nerves causes intense waves of ecstasy coursing through you.
âoh!~â you moan loudly, gripping tightly on those brown locks like a lifeline. âmiguel!~ oh my gââ cut off by your own moaning as he continues eating you out like a damn starved man, basically making you see stars sooner than you expected.
miguel is too lost in the pretty valley between your legs to form any proper thought other than how fucking sweet you still taste after all these years. the same sweet taste that he was addicted to, his own drug. brought back memories of all the times he ate you out, which was very often. the first time is a memory still imbedded in his mind to this day. oh his life changed forever that day, nothing never tasted better than that sweet pussy of yours. that sweet, addictive essence. pretty cunt weeping and swollen in pure arousal that burned his senses. a taste that lingered on his tongue for ages and still craved for more. this moment now was like he found an oasis after suffering from eternal heat for centuries.
âfuckâŠâ his moan vibrates against your pussy, causing you to shudder while moaning endlessly. âseven years later and you still taste fucking sweet, bebita.â his tongue feverishly swirls and flicks your precious clit, eliciting endless pretty moans and whines that makes his cock twitch. motivates him to hear more of those pretty sounds like are music to his ears. his lips give your little pearl a few sucks, making you squirm cutely, before shifting down and dipping his sinful tongue into your throbbing pussy.
a loud squeal erupts from your throat as miguelâs tongue starts penetrating you. âmiguel!~â your back arches off the bed like waves as the wet muscle maneuvers that send jolts of pleasure shooting throughout your body. a chorus of moans and whines bouncing off the four walls of your bedroom.
that sweet chorus is proof he is doing it right, providing you pleasure that you deserve. it fuels his desire to continue, to make you come undone on his sinful tongue. those crimson eyes look up at your panting figure in admiration. pretty lips opened letting those heavenly sounds. pretty back arching off the bedsheets like ocean waves. pretty belly contracting due to panting. the most gorgeous angel experiencing immense pleasure above him. a sight that miguel loves. if he could stay in between your legs forever, he would and die happily.
miguelâs tongue continues fucking you mercilessly as he uses one thumb to rub your precious bundle nerves. the sudden sensation elicits a loud moan from you, almost a scream. your cute reaction puts a smile on his face. his thumb draws slow sinful circles on your sensitive clit before sliding it up and down, side to side. the way your legs tremble on his bulky shoulders makes him chuckle.
âyou remember that, bebita?â he whispers against your sensitive folds as his thumb continues playing with your clit, admiring your squirming form.
god, yes you do.
he pulled that move all the time when he ate you out back in college. those slow sinful circles on your delicate bundle of nerves. his thumb slowly moving it up and down then side to side. playing with you until youâre seeing stars and forgetting everything.
only miguel could do that to you.
âbrought back memories?â his thumb keep toying with your clit while admiring you. âyears later and i still remember, preciosa. i still remember it all.â
memories of your time in college flooded his mind. all the nights you and him hooked up. miguel taking you back to his dorm, barely opening the door while eating each otherâs faces off and hands roaming each otherâs bodies. clothes spread across the floor and hard to find the next morning. the dents on the wall from the headboard repeatedly banging against it due to miguelâs powerful thrusting which earned him multiple complaints from the guys next door. your sweet scent lingering in his sheets for weeks and refusing to wash them until it completely worn off. the few bras or panties youâd forget after leaving his dorm and heâd keep in his drawer for later purposes. some miguel would give back but keep the rest. endlessly changing the bag for his trash bin due to the big amount of used condoms filling up like a mountain and didnât want his roommates to see it. the few times youâd hook up in the shower, whether at his dorm or yours. the bathroom mirrors fogged up, moans bouncing off the tile walls of the shower. the times you two would sneak off from public events like hanging out with friends. finding a secluded spot and miguel fucking you against the wall, trying to be quiet as much as possible.
the flooding memories makes miguelâs mind hazy and cock throb terribly. but his heart also aches because all those times neither of you confessed your feelings. just two stupid kids messing around until the consequences came up. he shouldâve confessed back then and maybe youâve been together raising gabi like a family. you wouldnât have been alone raising her and dealt with the issues youâve been through. a ping of guilt stabs his heart but miguel shakes off the feeling away, not wanting to to ruin this passionate moment. the confession and feelings have already been addressed. this moment now is rekindling your relationship.
miguel glances at you one last time before focusing back on your fluttering folds with his tongue. drawing patterns among your wet walls that elicit more heavenly sounds from you. the more flicks of his thumb and tongue, that warm feeling in your lower belly increases and your moans become louder and pitchier. a small whine almost falls from your lips when miguel removes his thumb from your swollen clit until itâs replaced with his tongue and two fingers slip pass your soaking folds, making you moan and gasp simultaneously. you moan out his name and he gently shushes you while continuing on pleasing you.
âm-miguel- oh my- OH!ââ your back arches off the bed to an insane degree, thanks to your flexibility, as his fingers reach that sweet spot inside.
the combination of his tongue flickering your clit and his fingers pumping inside you was sending you to cloud fucking nine. miguel provides passionate licks on your sensitive little pearl before suckling on it, lowly moaning at the sensation. his fingers continue pumping inside your wet sensitive walls, curling them as they repeatedly hit your sweet spot. both his fingers and tongue pick up pace, determined to make you cum. miguel knows youâre close by the increased volume of your moans, urging him to go faster and make you see the whole damn universe.
his voice dipped in lust and adoration like honey was the cherry on top. more flicks of his tongue and fingers, you finally cum with the loudest moan ever, almost like a wail. back arched off the sheets and stars in your vision as you gush all over miguelâs face. the pleasure is so intense you even squirt, which he doesnât mind at all but enjoy it all. miguel devours all of your sweet nectar like his life depends on it. acting like a greedy little shit and he isnât ashamed of. slurping all of your cum like there is no tomorrow. his favorite meal ever and damn does he miss it so much. seven fucking years without your sweetness is torture. obscure noises flooded the room, the wetness of your cum and miguelâs muffled groans. your thighs tremble around his head, feeling overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he is still providing with that devious tongue of his.
âm-miguel, stop~ please~â you whine, squirming in his hold. âitâs too m-muchâŠâ if he continues, youâre for sure youâre gonna pass out from pleasure.
his greed consumed him, still savoring your sweet cum. licking and sucking every ounce, not allowing a single drop go to waste. itâs been seven fucking years, miguel ainât wasting this moment. finally once he has his fill, miguel releases your poor sensitive pussy with a pop! and has a huge smug ass grin. oh he really enjoyed his meal and ainât afraid to show it. his lips and chin glistening with your cum. youâre too fucked out to even open your eyes, laying there breathless and a bit overstimulated. miguel wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand and licks the leftover of your cum around his lips as he gently lifts your legs from his shoulders and hovers above you.
âare you okay?â he looks down at you concerningly with a gentle hand on your cheek, a major contrast to his lustful attitude moments ago.
you respond with a weak âmhmâ due to your breathlessness, eyes still closed. that man really did a number on you and hasnât even fucked you yet.
those scarlet eyes scan over your fucked out, angelic form. eyes closed, chest heaving with a coat of sweat glistening in the moonlight, breathless, hair disheveled, thighs trembling, cunt swollen. the afterglow looks so beautiful on you.
âyouâre glowing, preciosa.â he coos with a heartfelt grin on his face, caressing your cheek.
âstop it~â you whine softly, trying to turn away from him but your tried body refused to. your cheeks are already warm, now you feel like a furnace.
he always complimented you after a steamy moment and it made you flustered every time.
even now, he still does.
miguel softly chuckles at your cute flustered expression. âes la verdad,â he leans down closer towards your ear. âyouâll be glowing more soon.â
the drop in his tone makes you shiver. finally opening your eyes and looking up at him, you admire his pretty face in the dark atmosphere of your bedroom for a moment. crimson eyes filled with adoration staring down at you. remembering the old chestnut ones you adore. no matter the color of his eyes, they are still beautiful and you never get tired of admiring them. raising your arms, you cup miguelâs face with your hands and pull him closer to kiss him, which he gladly reciprocates. you can taste yourself on his tongue as the passionate kiss continues.
much to miguelâs dismay, you pull away from the kiss and he frowns a little. a soft groan almost escapes his lips as he tries chasing yours but you keep moving away. his grumpiness makes you chuckle.
âtake off the suit, arañito.â a hint of seductiveness in your tone, grinning up at him.
his body shivers at that. with no hesitation, miguelâs suit disintegrates by command. revealing his muscular nude form in all its glory. a soft gasp falls from your lips at the glorious sight above you. thick muscular arms caging you in. bulky shoulders that need to be gripped. broad chest decorated in scrumptious body chair. delicious abs followed by a mouthwatering happy trail that leads down to the thing youâve been anticipating for.
throbbing cock sprung out, tip leaking with precum. damn it looks bigger than before. well, itâs been seven years so of course it has grown. that spider DNA really did some enhancements in all accepts. staring at it makes you wonder if itâll fit.
miguel senses your apprehension, his expression softens. âiâll go gentle, preciosa, lo prometo.â he brings up a hand and caresses your cheek with such tenderness, hoping to ease your worries. âif you need me to stop, dime. donât be afraid to.â
your eyes shot up back at him, seeing the soft glint in his eyes before nodding. âi know you will.â you offer a soft smile, leaning into his touch.
his heart swoons, a feeing miguel hasnât felt in a long time. a feeling that only you could make.
miguel stares at you for a moment longer, making sure youâre truly okay with this before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, which you gladly accept. he pulls away to position himself in between your legs. one arm holding himself above you while using the other to grip his throbbing cock in his hand. just as he aligns himself with your entrance, you strip yourself from the nightgown and toss it somewhere across the room, leaving yourself completely bare to his eyes. miguelâs breath hitches and pupils dilate drastically as those crimson eyes roam over your nude form. admiring your soft skin, stretch marks, supple breasts, perky nipples, every curve like a piece of art. you are a masterpiece.
âhermosaâŠâ he whispers, mainly to himself but doesnât mind that you heard him.
he canât help it, you are utterly breathtaking and miguel isnât afraid to admit that.
his compliment makes your cheeks warm and heart flutter. before he could properly align himself, miguel grabs a pillow and carefully slips it underneath your hips for support after softly asking you to lift them. once youâre comfortable, miguel realigns his cock with your cunt and slowly begins sliding in. a soft mewl escapes your lips as his thick length slowly slides through your warm, wet walls.
âfuckâŠâ miguel curses, brow furrowed at the sensation of your slick cunt gripping onto him like a vice. âbreathe, bebita. okay?â
you can only answer in a small mewl, trying to follow his advice but goddamn this man so big. itâs been seven years since you had him inside you and he feels a bit bigger now. will he even fit?!
the small frown on your face makes his chest ache. heâs hurting you. âiâm gonna stop.â
âno!â you quickly grip onto his bulky shoulder preventing him from moving away, leaving miguel surprised. âjust give me a secâŠâ
âmi alma, youâre in pain. iâm stopping right nowââ
âif you move right now, iâm gonna kill you.â
miguel stares down at you with a firm expression. you look back at him with the same look.
âiâm fine.â you reassure him, a sincere glint in your eyes. âitâs just⊠youâre⊠different now.â
he raises an amusing brow. âdifferent?â
your eyes roll in annoyance. âoh shut up, you know exactly what i mean and donât gloat about it.â
the bastard chuckles, which only fuels your annoyance and impatience. âno, preciosa, i donât know what you mean. dime.â
that stupid smug ass grin on his handsome face.
ugh you just want to slap him.
âÂĄchingado, miguel!â you exclaim. âitâs been seven fucking years! of course youâre different!â
seeing you frustrated is utterly adorable. âoh so you feel a difference, huh?â his grin widens.
âugh, yes! itâs been fucking ages since iâve done this so thatâs another thing!â you admit frustratingly, removing your hand from his shoulder.
that smug ass smirk completely wipes off his face and his expression turns more serious, eyes softened. âwait⊠you havenât⊠been anyone since?âŠâ
a sad sigh escapes your lips, turning your head away from him to the side concealing the embarrassment spreading across your face. âyes⊠i havenât. especially with gabi, i havenât had time to soâŠâ
itâs true, since gabriella was born, youâve been focused on taking care of her. no time for new romances. sure, there were a few gentle callers when your older siblings encouraged a few date nights. most were nice men but things never got serious mainly due to you rejecting afterwards and using gabriella as an excuse. which wasnât entirely not true since she was, still is, your main responsibility. never participated in one night stands either, never liked the concept of them anyways. there wasnât time to fulfill personal needs. for the last seven years, youâve been focused on being a mother. perhaps now the lack of romance and pleasure is biting you in the ass now and god you never felt so embarrassed.
but besides that, your love for miguel never vanished. he still has your heart after many years. no other man could steal it the way he did. it was always him.
miguelâs eyes widen at your confession. all this time, you havenât been with anyone but him since? seven years is a long time. youâve actually⊠loved him⊠all this time? your heart still beats for him all this time, the same way his beats for yours? your love for him hasnât outgrown? you truly still love him? miguelâs heart is overwhelmed with adoration for you. part of him is in disbelief because you, the woman he never stopped loving, still love him after everything you went through. never once your heart changed? it still beats for him after these many years? honestly, miguel believed you had moved on for the longest time. forgot about him and gave your heart to someone who truly deserved it, someone who wasnât afraid to admit their feelings for you. although the thought of another man having your heart made his own ache but miguel believed you deserved a loving, caring partner. yet here you are confessing your underlying love for him all these years.
miguel allows your words to process for a moment, still hovering above you with only his tip slipped through your slick, throbbing folds. those crimson eyes meet your face, still turned away from him, and his brows frown a little in concern. he may not possess a spidey sense but he definitely senses your discomfort and wishes to fix that immediately.
âmi almaâŠâ he calls softly, carefully bringing up a hand to caress your cheek in hopes of getting you to look back at him. âdonât feel guilty, itâs okay. i understand, iâŠâ he grows quite for a moment, finding the right words. âi havenât been with anyone either.â
his confession makes you turn and look back at him with surprise. âseriously?â you ask softly.
âsĂâŠâ he nods lightly, a bashful grin on his face. âthere was never time for me either. always cooped up in the lab, sometimes stayed overnight.â
âmiguel!â you whisper-yelled, gently nudging his shoulder as reprehending him.
his grin widens as he chuckles. âi know, i know.â he gently grabs your wrist that nudged him and give them a little kiss before resting your hand against his cheek. âsome nights my coworkers and i would head to the nearest bar after work. they would try to get me drunk enough and hook me up with random women but i never did, was just never interested.â
the thought of miguel with another woman makes your stomach churn. but you canât blame him if he wanted to since you disappeared from each otherâs lives and went your own separate paths. during that time you never really thought of that possibility, only when you thought of miguel at times. but here he is reciprocating the same feelings. now both of you realize you havenât been with other people since college, evidence of your love for each other.
the thought causes you to break into laughter, leaving a slightly confused miguel above you.
âsorry.â your laughter dies down, now softly chuckling while covering your eyes with a hand. âitâs just⊠that proves that we never really stopped thinking about each other.â you admit bashfully.
his smile widens into a toothy grin, his fangs peeking out. âno, we never did.â a soft chuckle slips passed his lips, leaning into your hand on his cheek. âand i wonât stop.â with his free hand, miguel gently removes yours that is covering your eyes. ânunca.â
there he goes again making your heart flutter. bringing up your other hand to cup his face completely, you stare up at him with a soft smile.
âme neither.â
you and miguel share a smile before colliding lips together once again. a symbol of unity.
much to your dismay, miguel pulls away for a moment. âdo you still want this?â he glances down at the space between you two for emphasis.
you quickly nod, a bit too eagerly. âyes, iâm gonna fucking explode if you donât get inside me right now.â that earns you a snort from him.
âalright, alright. iâm coming, amor.â
âoh you will for sure.â
a moment of shared laughter before settling down. after confirming you were okay one last time, miguel slowly slides through your slick walls. his thick length ever so carefully slipping through, letting you feel every inch, until he was balled deep. mouth hung open at the overwhelming stretch of his cock, a feeling you miss so damn much. a shared moan mingles in the air as your bodies connect. bulbous tip rested against your womb, making you whimper.
âÂżestas bien, mi amor?â miguel softly asks, caressing your cheek as comfort.
you hum, eyes fluttering. âmueve, miguel~â
he couldâve cum from that whiney plead alone. with a staggering breath, he slowly draws his hips back before rolling them in. a slow deep thrust, making you moan and arch your back. miguelâs brows furrowed in concentration, keeping a steady rhythm to not overwhelm you. lifting himself on his strong forearms rested on each side of your head against the sheets. muscular form consuming your smaller one, clouding your vision. yours hands on his back, nails digging into the muscles that miguel adores. legs wrapped around his waist, thighs above his sturdy ones, cores connected as one. bodies moving in harmony, releasing pleasure within you both. this is the moment you and miguel have been yearning for after a very long time of separation.
miguelâs pupils dilate immensely at the sight of you underneath him, taking everything he is giving you. pretty lips shaped in an âoâ shape releasing the prettiest sounds his ears have ever heard. eyes screwed shut and face contorted in pure ecstasy. back arched off the bed, gorgeous body moving in waves at each thrust he makes. it all drove miguel over the edge, creating a sense of pride coursing through his body. all those sounds and movements of ecstasy were because of him. also this the first time youâre having sex since him back in college so that also adds to his pride. all so overwhelming but miguel relishes it, causing his thrusts to increase.
âmiguel!~ oh myââ you cut yourself off with a moan as his tip hits that sweet spot inside so perfectly. back arched off the bed and nails clawing his back.
that inflates his pride and ego. âall those nights alone, in bed⊠you always thought about me, hm?â he decides to tease you a little, just like old times.
âf-fuck- yes!â a frustrated whine leaves your lips while acting like a moaning mess, causing him smile to widen before gently shushing you.
the air is mingled with your moans and miguelâs groans as the love-making progresses. the tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your sweet spot, driving you on edge. leaving your mind a putty mess. your hands rested on his muscular back, nails digging into his skin leaving indents and scratch marks. the burning sensation makes him hiss a little bit miguel doesnât mind because theyâll be a reminder of you and your love for him. one of your hands slide off his back and sluggishly lands on the bed. miguel gently takes it with his own and pins it beside your head with fingers intertwined, making it more intimate.
you part away from his lips as he does a deep thrust. âoh miguel~â you moan breathlessly. head thrown back against the sheets, brows furrowed and mouth agape in ecstasy. god he feels so fucking amazing.
in one swift motion, miguel flips you both over the bed. the sudden movement makes you gasp in surprise. if you werenât indulging in intense pleasure right now, you wouldâve smacked the back of his head as reprehending. now miguel sits up on the bed and you in his lap straddling him. you wrap your arms around his bulky shoulders, nuzzling your face into his chest as more moans spill from your lips. miguel securely holds you, one arm wrapped around your upper back and the other around your waist, as if heâs hugging you. his face buried in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. the position is so intimate, embracing each other as you make love.
your head tips back releasing endless moans as miguel continues thrusting into your heated core, his bulbous tip angled perfectly in this position hitting that sensation spot. the intense the pleasure grows, the tighter your grip on his hair gets which miguel doesnât mind but rather relishes it. he loved when youâd tug on his hair, it was a sign that you were feeling good. he missed that feeling, you gripping onto him in every possible way, reflecting the pleasure you were experiencing. with your head ripped back and neck exposed, miguel seizes the opportunity to plant delicate kisses on the soft skin. kissing, sucking, licking. even a little bite which makes you squeal. miguel couldnât resist the urge to dig his fangs into your celestial skin, only just a tiny nip and that was it. he would never hurt you. only a little love bite, a reflection of his love for you. but miguel really wanted to use his fangs on you to fulfill a strange sexual fantasy of his. he knows youâll give him shit about it later but right now he doesnât care.
lifting away from your now hickey covered neck, miguel admires your blissful form. holding you like youâre the most delicate piece of art. witnessing you experience immense pleasure is a sight he will never ever get tired of. his beautiful angel.
âmiguel~â you whine softly, feeling flustered by his sweet words of affection and overwhelmed by his thick cock thrusting in and out of you.
âmĂrame, mi amor.â
you let out another whine in protest, already feeling too flustered to look at him but you do anyways. reluctantly opening your eyes, your blissful ones finds those scarlet orbs already looking at you filled with lust and adoration. seeing your gorgeous blown out eyes makes miguel smile lovingly.
âthereâs my beautiful girl.â
the sweet endearment warms your cheeks, staring up at him with fluttering lashes before tugging him by the neck to press your lips against his.
and his heart was swoon with intense adoration by your soft confession. like it sealed the deal, a heart-shaped locket around your souls and forever together. never letting go of each other ever again.
the love confessions makes the love-making more intimate, beautiful. desperately holding onto each other in a loving embrace. your nails clawing his bulky shoulders and biceps. miguelâs hands roaming over your body, worshiping you in his lap. another deep thrust from him causes your back to arch, exposing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. without hesitation, miguel dips down and captures a perky nipple with his lips, suckling it before swirling his tongue around it. eliciting more of those heavenly moans that are music to his ears. his mouth provides much affection towards your breasts as his cock continues pumping into your slick sensitive pussy.
very slowly and steadily, miguel fills you both over back in the old position, him above and you underneath. your grip on his bulky shoulders tighten when his thrusts quicken, increasing that burning sensation in your core. miguel knows it, senses it, and it motivates him to keep thrusting until you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. utterly lost in that sweet cunt of yours, greedily sucking him in and squeezing the fuck out of him. seven fucking years and you still have a vice grip on him.
âmiguel, iââ cut off by your own moan as the burning sensation in your core intensifies with each thrust, like a firework is about to combust.
several more flicks and thrusts, you cum beautifully with a loud moan of his name. probably the loudest moan of the night that the whole neighborhood can hear. the most beautiful moan falling those gorgeous lips, pretty back arched, head thrown back in ecstasy, your sweetness gushing over his cock. miguel savored it all, a sight meant for him and him only, forever imbedded in his mind. after a few thrusts, his hips stutter before spilling himself inside of you, hot white spurts into your womb, and pumping you full. the warm, filling sensation makes you moan softly. feeling utterly filled by him. you both remain like that while recovering from your intense highs. sweaty bodies connected. your synchronized breathing echoing in the room.
âyou okay?â lifting himself by the elbows, miguel looks down at you with a concerned look. âdid i hurt you?â he caresses your cheek lovingly.
you lean into his touch with closed eyes, softly humming. âno, iâm fine. just had a nice workout.â
miguel huffs, rolling his eyes but has a grin tugging on his lips. âtontaâŠâ he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before slowly pulling out, eliciting a soft whine from you. he gently shushes you with another soft kiss then slowly rises off the bed to fetch a towel from your bathroom.
you simply lay there, allowing exhaustion to flow through your sweaty overheated body. not even a minute, you hear him come back and softly hum when you feel the fabric of the towel down your inner thighs. heâs being gentle as possible to not overwhelm you. giving your thighs tender rubs and kisses as comfort while cleaning you up. even years later, miguel is still ever so gentle with you and providing the aftercare you need. it brought you back memories from your college days. a younger version of miguel, who wore glasses, being so gentle with you and whispering the sweetest praises after a good fucking. still carries that gentleness but now as a man. a man you wholeheartedly adore.
once youâre cleaned up and cleaned himself, miguel tosses the dirty towel in the hamper and digs into your drawers for new panties. you hear the ruffling, causing your eyes to open and turn your head to the side. grinning at the hunk of a man digging through your dresser. almost laughing when he opened the wrong drawers before finding the correct one. as your lips part open to say something, your eyes detect the fresh cold water bottle on the nightstand. the sight brings a smile to your face.
always thoughtful.
once he finds a new pair of panties, miguel returns and kneels by the your side carefully slipping the new garment for you, which you deeply appreciate, then proceeds to slip into his boxers. you sit up and reach for the water bottle on the nightstand but miguel swiftly steps in and grabs it, opening it for you.
âloving the royal treatment.â you canât help but giggle at his chivalry and he shakes his head. you definitely caught that little grin.
kneeling by your side, he brings the bottle up to your lips while his other hand is placed on your back as support. âdrink, hermosa.â you so do, taking a few sips that leaves him unsatisfied. âmĂĄs, mi amor.â
complying, you drink bigger sips. relishing the cool, refreshing water down your bit irritated throat from all that moaning and screaming. once youâve drank enough that left him satisfied, miguel drank some himself while you get under the covers. he leaves the bottle on the nightstand and joins you in bed. his muscular arms scoop you up, bringing you to his chest. you softly sigh as you snuggle into his warmth that always felt comforting. his heartbeat against your ear, soothing you into a relaxed state. embracing each other in comfortable silence as the weight of tonightâs events slowly soothes down.
âdid you seriously bite me?â
miguel groans embarrassingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. âi knew you were gonna mention that.â
âgot a biting kink?â you tease.
âit was just⊠in the moment.â
you snort, lightly slapping his chest. âin the moment, my ass. you definitely got a biting kink and went to town on my neck. probably gonna look like dracula bit me⊠oh shit, youâre basically dracula.â
miguel swiftly looks down at you with a frown, baffled that you compared him to one of the most famous gothic fictional characters. âiâm not dracula and i donât have a biting kink.â
oh thatâs a fatass lie. he does have a biting kink after attempting it on you. but of course his stubborn ass refuses to accept it, mainly due to embarrassment.
âmentiroso.â you give his chest another teasing, heartfelt slap. âpinche dracula.â
âay por dios, mujer.â
the nickname may not be pleasing to him but hearing you laugh makes it up for it.
âi mean- i donât mind, just donât get too crazy or else iâm not gonna have enough foundation to cover it and gabi is gonna ask questions.â
that makes him laugh. miguel can already imagine the shit ton of questions she would ask and honestly canât blame her. he should be more careful.
âoh, i should probably tell gabi her dad is draculaââ
âÂĄmujer!â
his reaction makes you laugh. lost in laughter before miguel swiftly turns you both over the bed, making you yelp as he lays on top of you with all his weight. now heâs the one laughing and you annoyed with his dumbassery. not long until youâre laughing too.
the night ended on a cute note.
the cool breeze of the night flows through you as you jump from one rooftop to another. a smirk grows on your face when the faint sounds of webs slinging from behind reaches your ears. smoothly landing one random rooftop, you silently admire the beautiful night sky when you hear a light thud and footsteps approaching from behind. that smirk turns into a smile when a certain pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and gently tug you against a solid chest.
âthough you retired from this?â miguel asks, mask already disintegrated. allowing the cool night breeze flow those his dark brown locks.
you shrug nonchalantly, leaning into him while still staring at the sky. âjust wanted relive old times.â
âbeing a pain in the ass, stealing all the time?â
âa girl gotta make a living.â another nonchalant shrug. âbut it was for our little girl.â
he immediately softens the moment gabriella is mentioned, causing his arms to give you a gentle loving squeeze. âi know⊠but weâre better now.â
âwe areâŠâ you glance down at the pretty diamond ring on your finger, gleaming in the moonlight.
itâs been a year since you and miguel reunited. finally became a family but made it more official when you two got married a few months ago. sure, it seems like a short time getting back together but you and miguel knew you were meant for each other. no more waiting, hiding feelings, sneaking around, doing dumb shit. this time is official, the real deal. miguel continues to work at alchemax, which most of the income comes from. after the wedding, you quit your job at the diner and became a writer for a highly acclaimed fashion blog with an incredible pay. bought a beautiful house with a big ass backyard that includes a pool. the perfect place for your family to create wonderful memories together.
âwe should head back.â he suggests. âwe have to pick gabi from your parents early tomorrow.â
âitâll be fine. besides, they love having her there all the time and she loves their house so itâs okay. letâs just stay here a few more minutes, please?â you look at him with fluttering lashes, knowing that he can never resist that cute pleading look.
âfine, five more minutes.â miguel mumbles, biting back a smile as he holds you closer.
the two of you silently admire the gorgeous night sky, holding each other close, relishing this cute intimate moment. bringing back memories of your black cat and spiderman days when neither of you knew of each otherâs true identities. silly, fun times.
but itâs even better now you and miguel are back together, officially this time. being great parents to your precious daughter and being a happy family. a dream that youâve longed for, now came true.
perhaps curiosity killed the cat but in a good way.
It took you about three weeks after your first day at college to get invited to a frat party, youâd 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 couldnât remember his name though, something with a P???
You promised to yourself youâd put yourself more out there socially in college, and so far it was working! Though that doesnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât want to come alone and she wanted an excuse to see this guy outside of class. Youâd be doing her a favor and thatâs 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 âguy from Englishâ finally appeared, he was really friendly, a bit of a chatterbox but you can see why Mj would find him cute. He wasnât really your personal type though, youâd want someone with darker hair, maybe a bit taller, a bit more buff, maybe-
âOh! Hey- Miguel!â 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. âMiguel this is Mj and her friend-Iâm sorry I didnât catch your name.â 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. âYou two know each other?â Peter asked with a head tilt.
âUm, we both have Mr.Peterson for Statistics. We sat next to each other on the first day.â You answered, before sneaking a glance at him, covering it by taking a sip of your drink. You hadnât been able to interact much outside of sharing the occasional note through text though, since you both havenât been able to sit next to each other since not for the lack of trying though.
âOhhh yeah I think Miguelâs mentioned you before.â Peter blurted out, before receiving a light glare from the other male. âYou guys share notes right?â He continued, making it seem like that all he mentioned.
âYeah, Iâm sure heâs tired of me always bugging him. I swear Mr, Peterson talks like a million words per minute.â You laughed, your cheeks flesh from the cheap alcohol and the humidity of all the bodies in a two story house.
âNo, donât worry about it.â Miguel he assured you with a head shake. âIâm sure half the class has the same notes anyways.â
â
You were actually enjoying yourself, you had expected to stay maybe an hour tops. But itâs probably because you had someone else to talk to while Mj and Peter kept sneaking off to âgrab another drinkâ 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 Titoâs. It went from passing the bottle around in a circle to the bottle on the ground. You werenât really sure how spin the bottle got started but at least it no oneâs landed on you yet.
You were sitting between Peter and a random blond girl. You couldnât 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.
âNo way you got Miguel!â 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.
âSorry.â You whispered to Miguel, before slowly moving in. He almost wanted to reply with âitâs okayâ but he didnât have the chance to. Eyes fluttering shut as your soft lips met his.
Wow, they're good kisser.
The kiss wasnât too long, a few seconds at most, though youâre sure you might be overthinking it, you didnât 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.
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ËÊâĄÉË CONTENT: free day, everyoneâs happy with their decisions, goofing around, producers bring in floaties and other fun things, bonding
ËÊâĄÉË SUMMARY: what will the islanders get up to on their second free day? how will they entertain themselves without getting rid of one of their friends? âŠ.. too soon?
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You were woken up to loud cheers and shouts, you covered your head with the comforter, trying to ignore them.Â
At least that was until someone was jumping on your bed.Â
There was movement next to you and Pete loudly groaned, âitâs too early for this shit-â
You snort and find him under the covers, âyouâre the one usually like this yâknow?â
He pouted and that was when someone jumped on top of you both. You groaned and a hand moved the comforter to reveal a smiley MJ.Â
âWake up sleepyheads!!â She shakes you both and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
âMorning.â You grumble and she laughs.
After the dumping last night everyone went to bed, jumping on each other's bed and trying to stay in your previous couples but obviously got a thumbs down from production.
After long complaints, they still didn't budge so everyone went to sleep upset but mainly happy because of the dumping. At the end of the day it was still a win-win situation, youâd all just have to wait for the next recoupling to switch.Â
âThey got us breakfast!â She exclaims and you perk up, âso no oneâs cooking today?âÂ
âItâs Saturday baby, weâre free!â She shouts and smothers her face to Peteâs, kissing his face.
You groan and playfully roll your eyes, âget a room!âÂ
âAnd not on my bed!â You complain, making Pete snicker, âwhat did you and Mig already christen it?âÂ
You gasp and quickly smack him, making him snicker harder. âDonât say that shit!â You mutter and sit up.Â
Jazmin skipped over and hopped onto the bed, crushing MJ while shouting, "GOOD MORNING!!!"
"It's actually past noon." Harry announced as he walked past your bed.Â
"They let us sleep in?" you ask and the three of them nod.
"You and Pete are the only ones still in bed actually.." Jazmin says before laughing, "can't say I blame y'all though, I slept fucking amazing."
"But now let's get up!!" MJ whines and tugs on Pete's arm as Harry leaves the bedroom and goes outside.
"So everyone's awake and only you two woke us up?" Pete asks and the girls look at each other.
"Uh oh.. lie to him or else he'll think of another prank to send one of us home." you joke, making him groan.
"Well I do have a bone to pick with everyone elseâŠ" he jokes back and Jazmin shakes his head, "no they all hate you so they didn't bother."
"Cruel." he mutters, letting out a fake cry before getting up.
"Who should I push into the pool first? I'm open to suggestions." he says, making you snicker.Â
"You wake up and your first thought is to push someone into the pool?" you ask and he nods, "it's not yours?"
You chuckle then shake your head, earning yourself an eye roll from him, "weirdo alertâŠ"
You all went upstairs, heading straight to the bathroom and doing the morning routine while Jazmin and MJ gossipied. After you finished doing everything, you went into the dressing room just to find a bikini on your spot.Â
It was a navy blue two piece with a white skirt, a cute combination.Â
You grabbed it and quickly went into the toilet to change and once you got out, you found Pete already in his swim trunks and mic'd up.Â
"Jesus you're fast." you tease and he nods, sporting a childish grin, "keep up slow poke."
You gave him a playful glare, making him give you a wink before he walked off. The four of you went down and Pete even handed you your phone and mic set.Â
"Someone's feeling like a gentleman today.." you joke and MJ nods, "mhm you're not wrong.."
"Could he be.. putting his eggs in your basket?" Jazmin asks, letting out a gasp while you all hid back some giggles.
He waved you all off and shook his head, "ladies, please I am a happy and somewhat taken man.."
MJ giggles and grabs his hand as you all walk into the bedroom then go outside just to be hit with instant heat. You groan and Pete screams, "what the fuck!!"
"I see you two were smart enough to come back inside to wake us- Jesus!!" he exclaims then gags, his skin quickly starting to sweat.
"It's literally scorching fucking hot guys- we had to go inside!!" Jazmin admits then pretends she's melting.
You laugh and go into the kitchen, being greeted by every crevice of the island being filled with all kinds of food and, "Mimosas!!" you yelled and grabbed a glass, quickly taking a sip of it.Â
MJ grins, admiring Pete's reactions because for him, this was heaven on earth.Â
You set your glass down and quickly put your mic on, putting the strap along your waist then take a look at the array of food in front of you.
You grabbed a plate that had big pancakes that looked to be strawberry cheesecake then a second with sunny side up eggs and bacon. Jazmin grabbed your mimosa and phone and joined you on the little couch nearby.Â
You quickly dug into your pancakes making her laugh. You wiggled your brows at her as the lovebirds joined and Pete's face was also full of food.Â
You all turn to look at him, giving him weird looks and he groans, "can a man not manifest anymore?"
Jazmin rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head, "floaties!! cute ones!"
"And a volleyball!" MJ exclaims, making you gasp.
"And, and a foosball table!" Jazmin adds and Pete gasps, "what the hell-"
"That is so different from last week." you reply, making them all nod.
"See, maybe my prank has us as the number one show in America!" he says matter-of-factly and you snicker, "yeah, sure buddy."
"And the best part⊠a shit ton of ice cream!!" Jazmin screams and MJ cheers.
"Sandwiches, Ben and Jerry's, popsicles.. guys we're living the life." MJ jokes then snatches a piece of bacon from Pete's plate.
"So what I'm hearing is.. no one woke us up because y'all were having too much fun?" Pete asks and they blink.
You then take a good look at them, noticing their heads were wet and gasp, "You guys were in the pool!"
Pete gasps then shakes his head, "They do hate us!!"
"Next prank is incoming." he murmurs, taking a big bite of his eggs.Â
You ate your food as the girls justified their decision while also pleading Pete to not do anything so stupid again.Â
"On one condition!!" he yells and they slowly nod.Â
âOne of you has to play chicken with me-"
"Not it!!" MJ screams making Jazmin scream, "fuck!!"
"You owe me Jazzy!" he threatens, his eyes wide as they can go.
"Fine whatever!! There won't be sacrifices on my watch!!" she responds and steals a strawberry from your plate.
After more joking around and finally finishing your mimosa and plates of food, you were ready to throw a fake fit to your fellow islanders.Â
But you were more ready to see their reactions to Pete's threats.Â
He stormed down to the pool, his hands on his hips glaring at everyone in the pool.Â
Dana and Felicia were sun bathing but all the guys were in the pool playing volleyball.Â
Apparently production was also nice enough to set up a bright pink volleyball net and the boys were using it to its full extent.Â
RaĂșl spiked the ball, landing in the middle of the left side of the pool with Peter and Miguel unable to reach for it. RaĂșl jumped on Jordan, and they both cheered while Harry was on the side being the referee.Â
He gave the thumbs up and Jordan grinned, âthought you guys were supposedly good at this?âÂ
Before they could get a chance to respond, Pete cleared his throat. All of them turned to look at him and they grinned.Â
You stood to the side with the other girls as RaĂșl joked, âAbout time Sleeping Beauty and the Beast woke up!â
Pete gasps and shakes his head, walking up to you quickly wrapping an arm around your shoulder, âHey donât call my couple a beast!âÂ
You burst out laughing and playfully push him off, âyou are so-âÂ
âHot?âÂ
You gave him a look and he gave you a toothy grin which had you less âmadâ at him. âSure, thatâs what I was going to sayâŠâ you reply and he nods, âthanks, babe.âÂ
âHey donât get too comfortable over there!â Miguel shouts, making him let out an evil laugh.Â
He gave you a kiss on your cheek then took his mic off, handing it to you, âwhat about the fake prank?â you whisper and he shrugs, âeh maybe later.âÂ
âItâs so hot I need to get in the water!â He announces loudly and MJ groans, âyou just ate!âÂ
âIâll have time for regrets later, donât you worry!â He yells, now handing you his phone before making a quick run and then jumping into the pool.
You quickly ran to the chairs and sat next to Felicia, who shrieked along with the other girls at Peteâs cannonball. It was a big splash and all the guys started play fighting and splashing each other.Â
Harry even went in and joined Peteâs side before RaĂșl and Jordan joined Peter and Miguel.
It was an all out war and it looked like they were taking so much of the water out making you snicker at the sight. You quickly closed your mouth before they could hear you but it was too late.Â
They all suddenly stopped and one by one, each turning their head to look at you, evil looks on all their faces.Â
You slowly put the mic and the phones down on the chair then stood up. You started walking to the right and as soon as you saw that glint of evil in Peteâs eye, you made a run for it.Â
You ran to the corner, hearing the water and multiple bodies coming out of the pool. You didnât bother looking because you knew they were there and instead decided to run up the stairs then duck down and hide behind the daybeds.Â
You heard them coming and you knew you could outrun them, it wouldnât be too hard to maybe trip them.Â
Your feet sprinted and you made your way into the kitchen, hiding by the island as they all came over. You moved fast and sprinted inside the house, running as fast as you could inside the long bedroom then closing the door shut.Â
You looked at the door to the hideaway, then the little living room, and lastly the stairs. But the front door was calling your name so you quickly ran towards it, opened it and closed it, standing against it.Â
Right at that second you heard the sounds of feet and loud shouts come from inside and they all went up the stairs. When you didnât hear any feet going up, you opened the door and quietly closed it before sprinting out again.Â
You ran out the bedroom, then back outside where the rest of the girls were. Out of breath and your legs almost giving out on you, you sat down with Jazmin, who laughed at you, âGirl did you just have them chase you around-âÂ
You nodded and mumbled, unable to talk, ây-yes-â
âGo hide in the secret corner before they come down!â Dana chirps and you groan, âthatâs too much work.âÂ
You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and you tried your best to calm down. âTheyâre going to throw you in the pool, girlfriend.â Gwen jokes, making you groan, âugh youâre right-â
âThe coast is clear- theyâre not on the terrace but you probably wonât have much time left.â Jazmin whispered and you quickly got up.
You ran towards the hidden corner but not before grabbing a bean bag then running to the spot. Just then was when you heard the shouts of the guys and you realized you were out of time.Â
You got down, hid in the absolute corner, then sat down then put the bean bag on top of you, getting in position.Â
The girls' voices let you know that the boys were closer and you could hear the boys shouting your name. You covered your mouth and completely focused on just their voices.Â
They all suddenly scattered, now hearing them from all over the garden but one sounded especially close to you and you had a feeling your time was up but it wasnât.Â
Not yet.Â
You covered your mouth and kept your ears peeled but all of a sudden you heard a snap above you. You looked up and saw a head poking out, âfound you!âÂ
You screamed as the body sat up and you saw Peter, and that was when you realized he was about to come down. You got up, grabbed the bean bag and ran up, now exposing yourself to the rest of them.Â
Jordan was the nearest one to you and he was about to pounce but you ran past the pool with all the girls cheering you on. The guys came to the pool, surrounding every corner and there was nowhere to go.Â
All of a sudden Peter B came up and faced the girls, he pointed a finger at them before setting it on Jazmin. Her eyes were wide in terror and everything happened in a flash.Â
He grabbed her and ran into the pool while Jordan picked you up, following his lead.Â
The coldness of the water woke you up and when you came up from the top, the splashing war began again. At least that was until Peter urged you to get on his shoulders and you did as did Jazmin on Pete.Â
The other boys moved the volleyball net and the other boys were convincing the girls to come in to play chicken.
No one budged but Jordan and RaĂșl went straight for Gwen and Dana while Miguel quickly snatched MJ before she could say no.Â
You and Jazmin were already going at it, holding hands and trying to push each other off with the boys egging you both on.Â
âDrop her Jaz!!!âÂ
âSmack her!!âÂ
You yelled and laughed, trying to push her off but it was to no use, the girl was strong.Â
âSince when are you this strong?!â You yell, making her giggle, âsince always!!âÂ
All of a sudden there was a big splash then another and the rest of the girls were in the pool.
More of the girls climbed on shoulders and it ended up becoming a three versus three, with both Peterâs as captains.Â
âWe call Miguel!!â Jazmin yelled and you scoffed, âthatâs not fair!!âÂ
âWe want Jordan!!â Peter yells, and he yells, leading Dana over.Â
The teams were made and it was pure chaos as soon as they did the countdown. Every girl was smacking everyone and the boys were being menaces to one another, no sportsmanship to be seen.Â
MJ even started pulling on hair but that just caused Dana to snatch her braids and push her off that way.Â
She and Miguel went down and more did as well. You and Peter were going strong along with Harry and Dana until it was just you two left.Â
Dana ended up forcefully pushing you back and you went back but were able to straighten up to push her back and Harry couldnât hold her up.Â
You and Peter celebrated your victory with your side and that was when Pete got out of the pool and found the floaties.Â
He threw them over, a unicorn, pizza, and a pineapple, making the boys try to fight the girls for them.Â
MJ ended up snatching the unicorn but the other two were getting fought over and the girls were winning.Â
Gwen jumped onto Pete and distracted him from trying to grab the pineapple while the other girls tried to get onto the pizza.Â
RaĂșl was grabbing Jazmin and Dana at once, trying to push them away to snatch it for himself and you were just laughing at the sight of them all.Â
Meanwhile MJ gave you a low whistle and tapped on her unicorn for you to get on it. You swam past all the drama then jumped onto the floatie, sitting behind her.Â
There was a sudden push and the unicorn made its way across the pool. You yelled and ended up falling back on her, back to back as she held onto the neck tightly.Â
You looked around and RaĂșl ended up getting the pizza, with Jazmin and Dana whining to him simultaneously.
âYouâre too big for that thing!!âÂ
âGive it to me!âÂ
He just laughed at them and grinned, âyou guys can have it later!âÂ
They indeed, didnât get it later, with RaĂșl deciding to give it to each of the boys. The girls got tired of waiting that they swam under when Pete was on it and flipped him over.Â
Now the boys were playing with the foosball table and the girls were playing with the volleyball.Â
You were all by the firepit, throwing it around in a circle, and passing it to each other.Â
âThis really helped with the weather.â Felicia says and you all murmured in agreement.Â
âWeâll go get some ice cream in a bit.â MJ says, bumping the ball towards Dana.
âAre there cones?â Jazmin asks and MJ nodded, âthe ones with chocolate and caramel in them.âÂ
âThose are amazinggg.â Gwen gasps, making Dana grin, âweâve gotta snatch them before the boys get to them.â
âI think Harry and Jordan already had some.â Felicia chuckles and Jazmin groaned, âassholes.âÂ
She hit the ball high and spiked it past the firepit, âletâs go!âÂ
You all went over to the kitchen, Jazmin opening the freezer and taking a handful out. She passed them to Dana before grabbing more and putting them on the island.Â
MJ closed the freezer and you all took your pick of them all, you chose a caramel when all of a sudden you heard the boys coming up.Â
Jazmin took a big bite of her cone, scared one of them would try to steal her treat from her. MJ passed a cone to Pete and Gwen took more for all the guys.Â
âWhat if we just stayed inside?â Pete whined, making Miguel chuckle, âyeah? You think we have permission to do that?âÂ
âLet's just do it anyway.â Pete responded and you grinned, âmight as well before the ice cream melts.âÂ
âShe gets it!â He says, pointing a finger before taking a bite out of his cone.Â
Everyone hung around the island, some of the girls sitting on it while enjoying the coldness of the ice cream.Â
âWho's got the biggest body count here again?â Pete suddenly asked, making you nearly choke.Â
âW-What-â you stutter and he shrugs, âwe havenât had an update in a whileâŠâ
âIs this your way of asking me-â you laugh out and Miguel smacks Peteâs side before he could answer.Â
âIgnore him.â Miguel mutters then shakes his head.Â
Pete hums then nods, âWell, from the last time we knew⊠it was David.âÂ
âOh yeah⊠his was in the fifties.â Jazmin snickers then snorts, âshit was insane.âÂ
âIâve heard worse.â You snort and MJ turns her head, âreally? How bad?â
âHundreds.âÂ
Thereâs a collective gasp amongst the group and you hum, âcollege boys are a different breed.âÂ
âThat they are- if I hear a man say he has a hundred and something bodies⊠he can go drop dead-â Jazmin states then shivers in horror.Â
Dana snickers and nods, âyeah thatâs a crazy thingâŠâÂ
You walked over to Miguel, leaning against him and coming to the realization that you havenât had that chat yet. Hell you didnât know his or anyone elseâs for that matter.Â
âWell mine is a whopping ten.â Felicia admits and shrugs, âIâm twenty six and had the tiniest bit of fun but eh not too bad I think.âÂ
âNot bad at all.âÂ
âYouâre good.âÂ
âMine is six.â Harry says and the boys cheer him on.Â
You shrug and take a deep breath, not thinking theyâd be judgmental but being a little nervous about it, âseven.â
âSame!â MJ quickly says and gives you a high five.Â
You grin and give it to her before Miguel mumbles next to you, âI beat you by two.âÂ
You look up at him and shrug, âI donât really care about those things.â
âI donât either, as long as weâre all safe.â He responds and you nod.Â
Meanwhile the others said theirs and you were able to hear RaĂșlâs eight and Peterâs three.Â
âWait, so I'm the highest now?â Pete asks then cheers.Â
âIâm second!â Jazmin shouts and they high five, âto being the biggest whores of the island!âÂ
He scoffs and shakes his head, âwe all win that-â
âNuh uh Mr. Fifteen!â She grins, making you laugh, âokayyyy Pete.â
He sheepishly grins and shrugs, âyeahhhh- with all my years yâknow..â
âYou and Felicia are the oldest!â Dana says and he nods, âthatâs true..â
âWe need more old people around here.â Felicia jokes, making everyone chuckle.Â
âDonât jinx us, we'll get a thirty year old tomorrow.â Jazmin teases and Peter jokes back, âwe need a milf around.â
âWe need a what-â Gwen says then gives him a glare.
âAnd some dilfsâŠâ Jazmin quickly says to help Peter out.Â
Jazmin then shrugs, âHereâs to hoping anyway.âÂ
âIâm manifesting that for you Jazmin.â You say and she grins, âthank you! If we all manifest together surely itâll come true.âÂ
âAn older man that wonât act childish!â Felicia fixes and you nod, âa mature one.âÂ
âWeâre done with the stupid childish games.â Jazmin grumbles as the girls agree with her.Â
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âLove me or hate me, Both are in my favor. If you love me, Iâll always be in your heart. If you hate me, Iâll always be in your mind.â
The quote was etched into the front of your red hardcover notebook, with gold details covering the edges of the front. The black ink was oddly neat despite how deep you had to indent the words over and over on the cover. Miguel has noticed that you would always write a beautifully tragic quote on the front of all your English notebooks every year.
Last year, the quote was, âLove is blind, and lovers cannot see.â
For sophomore year, âIâm not a poet, Iâm just a woman.â
And for freshman year it was, ââI miss her.â âYouâre dead.â âEven in death, I mourn her.ââ
The first time Miguel saw it was when you both were in the 7th grade, being paired up to write a report about some random novel that Miguel couldnât remember the name of. You had pulled out your notebook, that year it was a dark forest green, with the quote being, âBut just because Iâm not going to wish for it doesn't mean the moth can ignore the flame. Itâs in the moth's blood.â
Miguelâs dark maroon eyes rolled to the back of his head, it was almost pretentious he thought, a way to show off how âartsyâ you are. He allowed a scoff to escape his plump lips, you simply ignored him as you began to flip through your notes.
You were much more into history, the arts and most of all, Literature, while Miguel was more into science and math. Miguel didnât understand why you loved it so much, he didnât think your favorite subjects were nearly as important as his. Who cares what some dead poet wrote a thousand years ago, when he could be the next to make a big scientific discovery? Like time travel or curing cancer. Sure, Miguel still did the work in english and history, and for someone who didn't care for it, he would always do so well, and that drove you up the wall, but Miguel could say the same about you with math and science. Miguel would always tune you out when you would ramble on about some new book you were reading to your friends, or would ignore the way your eyebrow would furrow together and your teeth would bite down on your lips when youâd get to a particularly good spot in your novel, stopping every once and a while to annotate, would scoff at the the way your eyes would stare at piece of art with such fascination and wonder when the class would go to a field trip to an art museum, groan at howâd you always talk about the beauty of old gothic architecture, talking about how the beauty of the buildings was almost tragic.
The key word, would.
As you two grew older, and your competitiveness in your grades became more intense, Miguel couldnât help but start to wonder what goes through that pretty little head of yours. He wanted to see how the deep corners of your mind worked. What made your brain tick, maybe if he saw the world through your perspective, he would understand you more.
Your manicured hand grabbed your notebook by the bloody red spine, gently gripping it before placing it into your bag, and zipping it up. Slinging it over your shoulder as you turn to talk to your friend who sat next to you, before you both made your way out of the AP English classroom.
You and Miguel had been attending the same classes since you transferred in the 6th grade, both of you attend one of Nueva Yorkâs most prestigious and high-end boarding schools. At first, Miguel didnât pay you any mind, figured you were just another spoiled brat with daddyâs money, and a trust fund big enough to last you until you find some poor unsuspecting fool to ask for your hand and make you into a trophy wife, like most of the girls who attend the school. But it wasnât until you had beat his score later that year on the mid-year school wide testing did you get his attention. He could remember it like it was yesterday, he was sitting in class with a near perfect score of 97% written on top of his test answer sheet, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he slid the paper over to his left where Peter Parker had sat.
âI swear man, youâre like, a genius.â Peter grumbled to Miguel as he glanced at his friendâs paper, before at his own which had 78% written at the top. Peterâs hand went up to pat Miguel on the back, but before Miguel could reply, just bearly in earshot, he had heard an unfamiliar voice speak.
âYeah I got a 99, I wasnât expectingâŠâ Miguel didnât catch the rest, but the first part was enough for his whole body to feel hot all over, and make his stomach twist in discomfort. He felt like he was about to go into a state of shock, or rather he was already entering one. Heâs never had someone top before, if felt like he was dreaming, well, maybe having a nightmare was a better way to describe it. He couldnât remember how long he had sat at his desk afterwards, in a weird state of disassociation until Peter had pulled him back to reality. He swore to himself, after that moment heâd never let you top him again.
But that was a hard promise to keep. Because whether he'd hate to admit it or not, you were good, always keeping him on his toes. You were almost like a breath of fresh air for him, albeit a painful one, like the first shallow breath after almost drowning. Before you, Miguel was growing content, growing bored, no other student was anywhere close to his GPA, not even the second best at the time. He felt simply untouchable, but then you came along, and you changed everything for him.
At first, he saw you more as a pest, an annoying little fly that kept buzzing around no matter how many times he had tried to swat you away. Upon your first time formally meeting with Miguel, you were polite and civil, the kindest smile on your face as you stuck your hand out for him to shake as you introduced yourself to him. Miguel just glanced at your hand with a sour, unamused expression on his face, before his eyes wandered back up to your face and he just let out a noise that was a mix between a grunt and a scoff before turning and walking away, leaving you confused and a little bit hurt from his unfriendly and quite frankly rude actions, you decided to just brush it off, maybe he was having a bad day and wasnât in a good mood. So a few days later you tried to approached him again in hopes for a better interaction, only for those hopes to get squashed when he basically told you to fuck off, rolling his eyes and ignoring your presence onscreen again as he walked past you, âaccidentallyâ shouldering you in the process. You decided to stop trying to be nice to him after that.
For about the first year since you transferred, you and Miguel simply pretended the other didnât exist, neither would approach or interact with the other unless absolutely necessary, the only constant reminders of each other's presence was when one would beat the other during tests, report cards, etc. Eventually the plain out ignoring shifted to fleeting glares and glances, eye rolls and snarky remarks muttered under both of your breaths, both of yours already rocky relationship with each other becoming more and more intense and open as you both got older, neither finding the energy to even attempt to tolerate the others presence anymore. So now you and him were stuck in this repetitive circle with each other, but neither of you were doing anything to stop it.
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âIâve already told you Gabe, Iâm not going to give you my notes from last year. Read the book like everyone else.â Miguel sighed, stuffing his free hand in his pocket, his other hand holding onto his backpack strap, walking to the housing building across the campus of Nueva Yorkâs Preparatory Academy, where he and his younger brother shared a room.
âBut Miggy!â Gabriel whined, his lip coming out in a pout, and Miguelâs nose scrunched in annoyance at both the nickname and the high-pitch tone of his brother's tone. âWhatâs the point of me being brothers with one of the top students at this school if I canât steal your notes! Besides, I've tried and I just canât get into it. Who would have thought that Frankenstein would be such a boring book, and donât get me started on how the paragraphs are set up!â
âAnd thatâs my problem because?â Miguelâs eyebrow quirked up, sending Gabriel an unamused look.
âLook Miguel, you might not get it from my point of view, but itâs very difficult for me, being your brother-from an academic standpoint, I mean. The teachers expect me to have the same intelligence as you. I'm not stupid, donât get me wrong, Iâm just not on the same playing field as you. Also, I donât like reading.â Gabriel shrugged.
âAnd what makes you think that I do?â Miguel retorted with an eyeroll, opening the glass doors to the housing building for his brother before stepping in himself and shutting the door behind him.
âWell didn't you get an A+ on your report about the book last year?â
âNo. I got an A-.â Miguel grumbled, and after a moment, Gabrielâs expression perked up a bit, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head.
âOh riiight, that one girl got an A+, what was her name again?â Gabriel said in an almost teasing tone, before throwing out various names at Miguel that were similar to yours, obvious bait to see if his brother would bite, and he did.
âItâs (Y/N).â Miguel corrected with a hash glare.
âOh, right, right.â Gabrielâs lips went up in a slight smirk, his hands going into his pockets to fish out the keys to their shared dorm room. âMaybe I can ask her to help me, I mean sheâs a bookworm, right?â
Miguel didnât answer the question, not completely sure if it was rhetorical or not, choosing to stay silent as they finally stopped in front of their room.
âI could ask for her notes, maybe take her out for some coffee as a thank you.â Miguelâs face scrunched with annoyance at the implication, his brother knew how much you two disliked each other, and a more sound part of his mind was telling himself that his little brother was just pulling at his leg, but that didnât stop him from the draggers he glared at Gabriel.
âDonât even think about it. Hasta la mira mal a esa niña, y estĂĄs muerto. ÂżEntiendes?â Miguel hissed, his voice dropping an octave with the threat. (If you even look at that girl wrong, youâre dead. Got it?â)
Despite his older brotherâs threats, Gabrielâs smirk only turned into a wide grin, before he put his hands up as a sigh of surrender, his keys dangling with the motion before he unlocked the door, and walked into the room, Miguel following closing behind.
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âI don't understand anything about this, (Y/N).â Your friend, Mary Jane, or MJ for short, groaned as you both sat down in one of the school's many libraries, school supplies sprawled on top of the mahogany desk. It was fairly empty, today, but you both took space in one of the empty study rooms to keep from making too much of a disruption from anyone else who might go in, the repeated sound of rapid tapping of MJâs mechanical pencil hitting the desk as you catch her biting her bottom lip in frustration.
âI know.â You giggled with a small smile, putting your hand on her forehead in an attempt to comfort her. You both have been at it for about 3 hours now, your English teacher had assigned everyone to write a 2,000 word essay about the book being read in class Romeo and Juliet. You've already read and watched the play a million times so you knew the back of your hand.
âLike I understand that, they fall and love and die and stuff, but all the jokes and stuff-â
âThatâs why Iâm here, MJ.â You grinned at your friend, and she just scoffed at you with a friendly smile, a smile you returned, before getting up from your seat with a small stretch. âIâll be right back, I'm going to go stretch my legs.â You told her, which only got you a hum in response, before you slipped out of the small room. No matter how much time youâve spent in this specific library, (itâs your favorite one) youâll never get tired of the earth and wood-like tones that filled your senses whenever you would enter in the building, the four old walls always filled you with such warmth, they were like a second home for you. You let out a deep content exhale as your black Mary Jane heels tapping quietly against the old wooden tiles of the library floor. Mindlessly wandering with no real destination in mind, but making sure you donât stay too far from the study room, it wasnât difficult to lose your sense of direction in the make-shift corridors made from old bookshelves. You turn a corner without thinking, a hand goes up , gently brushing the spines of the books as you continue walking. What genre section were you in?
Your steps came to a halt, taking a step closer to it as you grabbed the book your hand was resting on. Your lips came up in a soft small smile as you read the title of the book in your hands.
The phantom of the opera.
Oh how you loved the story, youâve watched both the movie renditions and the stage version countless times, but youâve read the novel more than youâve watched all three combined, but your copy sadly got ruined when you dropped it in a puddle of water while on a walk, and havenât had the time to get a new copy. Was it bad that if you were in Christineâs shoes, you would have picked Erik over Raoul?
Your fingertips opened the door, flipping the pages until you landed on the page you were looking for.
Hardly breathing, he went up to the dressing-room and, with his ear to the door to catch her reply, prepared to knock. But his hand dropped. He had heard a man's voice in the dressing-room, saying, in a curiously masterful tone:
"Christine, you must love me!"
And Christine's voice, infinitely sad and trembling, as though accompanied by tears, replied:
"How can you talk like that? When I sing only for you!"
Raoul leaned against the panel to ease his pain.
His heart, which had seemed gone-
âWhy am I not surprised Iâd find you here?â You didnât need to lift your eyes to know the source of the voice, the slight accent and the deadpan tone gave it away.
âHello to you too, OâHara.â You replied, your eyes not lifting, your hand flipping to the next page despite no longer reading the words on the pages anymore, you werenât going to give Miguel the satisfaction of knowing he had your attention. The act didnât last very long though when his finger went up to lift the book up to read the cover, your gaze going up to finally look up at him, a bored expression on your face, a tsk leaving his mouth when he realized what you were reading.
âWhat?â You question him, wanting to know what that reaction meant, you closed the book and put it back on the shelf.
âNothing.â
âTell me.â
His lips come up to a smug smirk.
âThat you find that shit romantic.â He stated like he knew it was a fact, and youâd rather die than admit to him that you did, in fact, find it romantic. âDonât act like you donât, I can read you like a book. No pun intended.â
Your face came to a scowl, instead of entertaining him with a response, you crossed your arms and slightly leaned against the bookshelf behind.
âWhat are you even doing here Miguel? You donât even like reading.â He didnât entertain your question with a response either, rather he just shrugged, and took a step closer, his hand going up to rest against the self, his hand was right next to your head.
âDo me a favor?â He asked, but his tone came out more like it was a suggestion rather than a request.
âWhy would I do that?â You scoffed.
âDonât make me beg, muñeca.â His tone dropped an octave. Despite the pet name, his voice was filled with nothing but coldness. (Doll)
âDonât give me ideas.â You teased. Your lips twitched up slightly.
âIf my brother comes to you and asks to take you out, go ahead and say no.â That certainly wasnât what you were expecting him to say, but you slowly nodded your head regardless, deciding to not ask what his brother said to him that would make him come up to you about that. His hand came back down to his side as he took a step back âGood. Howâs the essay coming?â
The sudden topic change you off guard a bit, but you quickly recovered, since it was something youâd both been more used to talking about, your studies.
âIâm almost done, Iâve mostly been just helping MJ with hers.â You explained, as you stood up straight again. âYou?â
âSame, if it werenât for Peter I probably would already be finished with it.â
âDonât stress about it too much, OâHara.â
âOh, why not?â
You smiled.
âBecause I'm gonna get a better grade on my paper anyways.â
i wanna continue writing but i think i really need to sit and storyboard ashes and oil properly âŠim gonna have winter break soon so MAYBE i can and iâll tryđ”âđ«
content warning: fainting/overheating symptoms, workplace stress, mild workplace harassment (verbal, from customers), mentions of sensory discomfort, heat exhaustion, mild body image themes, and general emotional tension. general for the series: Mutant discrimination themes, age gap (she's mid twenties he's in his 100s but here he looks like origins/lumberjack Logan), Swearing, Mentions of poverty and familial strain, Very light discussion of past emotional trauma, gendered bias, Alcohol, Canon-typical violence and smoking (cigarettes and cigars), Mutual pining & slow-burn tension
Word Count: 1.3k (mostly proofread; sorry this oneâs a bit short, iâve been busy and start my fall semester in a couple days so expect likely shorter chapters or long periods between chapters!)
Part 3 đ§° âąÂ°* đ Masterlist â âËââźâ Previous
By the third week, Amara started to give up on the slacks and blouses, the city girl polish sheâd first walked in with. There were still days she dressed up, but she rotated more freely now: bootcut jeans, band tees, tank tops layered with sweaters, flannels with skull patches that read âDaytona Bike Weekâ. The black cowgirl boots came out when the skies were clear. Wide-heeled sandals when it was too warm for anything else. A maxi skirt here and there, mostly black velvet or leopard print.
She didnât feel invisible in them. She felt⊠comfortable, just took her a little bit.
And with her around, the front desk space had never looked better.
She cleaned out the drawers, relabeled every file, color-coded the service requests by month and by year. She made a little station with a mini tray for paper clips, a second-hand mug for pens, and a Post-it wall where she scribbled reminders in a half looping script half print.
And the best outfit?
It was the one that earned her far too many stares that Tuesday: dark flared jeans, black heeled sandals, and a burgundy tank top with a lace hem that dipped asymmetrically around her hips. A small metal ring held the neckline together â a V-shape that didnât try to be sexy, but just⊠was.
She knew she looked good. The fit flattered her, the top draped pretty over her torso, and the hem swished with her walk like a soft curtain. She felt pretty for the day.
Unfortunately, it turned her into a damn magnet for male customers.
Some were harmless. Others werenât.
One called her sweetheart too many times. Another winked. A third hovered way too long over the invoice form.
Logan didnât say anything. But she felt his eyes, just a second longer than usual. Not a leer. Not like the others.
Jayden noticed too. He passed her a soda at break and mumbled, âThat color looks good on you, Amara.â
She smiled and tapped his arm. âThanks, Jayden.â
âž»
Over the next few weeks, she settled into the rhythm.
Mornings in the Hummer were still sacred. She pulled in early sometimes just to sit in silence, morning caffeine in hand, a podcast running low through the speakers. Other mornings, she was just on time. She never left late. She had learned the way the building breathed, the creak of the side door, the whoosh of the compressor, the hum of whatever rock the guys played from the stereo in the shop.
Sometimes, if she was still for too long, and the door to the garage was cracked open, sheâd nod her head softly to the music playing through the divider. And on those days, she noticed the older guys would leave it open just a little wider. Almost like they noticed.
She liked the couch in the separate back room. Sometimes Reggie or Earl would crash there during their 15-minute breaks, boots up, arms behind their head, totally unbothered. Amara never said a word. Never disturbed them. Working under hoods and under pressure all day deserved that kind of unspoken respect.
And when things were slow, she stayed productive. iPad out. Phone notes. Tabs open for remote jobs just to get a foot in what she wanted maybe. Sketching now and then. Eyes flicking through the divider toward the garage floor, sometimes catching sight of Logan. Watching. Looking away quickly like she wasnât.
Logan stayed quiet.
Polite when necessary. Dry as a desert. Rarely spoke unless it was a nod, a grunt, or a request for parts.
But his eyes were observant.
âž»
Thursday felt promising.
The shop had been slow all morning, a couple tire rotations, and an oil change.
Amara noticed the front lobby felt dustier than usual. It wasnât dirty, exactly, but everything had that faint coat of fine grit. The rug. The baseboards. Even the corners of the windowsill.
She couldnât ignore it anymore.
So she got the old shop vacuum from the storage room âthe big bulky one that had a slight tilt to the leftâ plugged it in, and got to work.
She vacuumed the whole lobby. Corners. Under the desk. Around the furniture legs. The thing wheezed and groaned but did its job.
By the time she pulled the cord back into the reel, she felt⊠off.
Her skin itched at her collarbone and the inside of her elbows. Her neck was sweaty. Her ears rang faintly. The air felt thick.
She stood still and blinked.
Then the nausea hit, like someone turning her stomach inside out and stuffing it with cotton. Her vision blurred slightly. Her hand gripped the desk, the wall, whatever was closest.
Shit.
She sat down fast, hoping the sensation would pass.
She stood up again. It wasnât passing. Her skin was prickling. Her arms shook. Her throat was dry, and she felt the room start to spin.
And thenâ
âHey!â
Loganâs voice. Closer than she expected. Deeper.
âYou alright?â
She shook her head once. âIâI think Iâm just lightheaded. I was cleaning andââ
She swayed slightly.
In a blink, his arm was around her back, the other under her elbow.
âCome on. Sit. Couch.â
She didnât argue. He all but carried her to the back room careful, firm, but not rough. She sank into the old couch, slumping against the back cushion, eyes fluttering closed.
âJayden!â Logan barked.
âYeah?!â
âWater. And paper towels. Damp.â
Jayden scrambled. No questions asked.
Amara couldnât open her eyes for a minute. Her breath was short. Her skin felt like it had a film over it. She couldnât tell if it was just a reaction to dust, or the vacuum itself, or if she had simply overexerted herself in the worst way.
Logan crouched beside her.
âAmara. You still with me?â
She nodded.
With Jayden back with damp paper towel Logan placed it over her forehead. He had Jayden get another one for him.
âIâm gonna wipe your neck. Okay?â
She nodded again, cheeks flushing. She hated being this vulnerable. But god, she couldnât argue.
The towel was cool. Gentle. He swiped under her jaw, across the back of her neck, her shoulders. His touch was surprisingly soft.
âI think it was the vacuum,â he muttered. âSomething off. Smelled like burnt plastic.â
She managed a breath. âMaybe Iâm allergic to this place.â
That got the ghost of a chuckle out of him.
Jayden returned with a second water. Logan took it, pressed it into her hand, and she drank slowly.
By the time Jim came out to check on her, she was sitting upright again. Still fuzzy, but better.
âStay there,â Jim said. âI donât want you answering a damn phone until you stop looking like youâve seen a ghost.â
She flushed but nodded. âUnderstood.â
The rest of the afternoon blurred. She half-dozed. Listened to the sounds of the garage. Reggie poked his head in and said, âDamn, Reyes, you allergic to labor?â and she gave him a look even if she knew he was messing with her all in good fun. Logan didnât say much after that, just passed by the couch twice, eyes scanning her like he was still keeping tabs.
She didnât open her iPad. She didnât scroll. She just⊠rested.
âž»
Later
It was almost closing time when she finally stood up. Stretched slowly. She still felt woozy but better. Sweaty in the wrong places. Neck itchy. But she was standing.
She found Logan near the side entrance, smoking.
âHey,â she said softly.
He turned.
âI just⊠wanted to say thanks. For earlier.â
He nodded. âWasnât gonna let you pass out on the floor.â
She smiled faintly. âStill. I appreciate the help.â
He looked at her, really looked at her, then shrugged.
âYou good to drive?â
She nodded. âPlace Iâm staying isnât far. Iâll be fine. Iâll rest when I get in.â
Long pause.
ââŠSee you tomorrow, Amara.â
She blinked.
Heâd never said her name like that before. Never said âsee you tomorrowâ either.
But it lingered.
âYeah,â she said. âSee you.â
And she got in her Hummer, chest still warm with embarrassment for the day and something else she didnât have the words for yet.
content warning: fainting/overheating symptoms, workplace stress, mild workplace harassment (verbal, from customers), mentions of sensory discomfort, heat exhaustion, mild body image themes, and general emotional tension. general for the series: Mutant discrimination themes, age gap (she's mid twenties he's in his 100s but here he looks like origins/lumberjack Logan), Swearing, Mentions of poverty and familial strain, Very light discussion of past emotional trauma, gendered bias, Alcohol, Canon-typical violence and smoking (cigarettes and cigars), Mutual pining & slow-burn tension
Word Count: 1.3k (mostly proofread; sorry this oneâs a bit short, iâve been busy and start my fall semester in a couple days so expect likely shorter chapters or long periods between chapters!)
Part 3 đ§° âąÂ°* đ Masterlist â âËââźâ Previous
By the third week, Amara started to give up on the slacks and blouses, the city girl polish sheâd first walked in with. There were still days she dressed up, but she rotated more freely now: bootcut jeans, band tees, tank tops layered with sweaters, flannels with skull patches that read âDaytona Bike Weekâ. The black cowgirl boots came out when the skies were clear. Wide-heeled sandals when it was too warm for anything else. A maxi skirt here and there, mostly black velvet or leopard print.
She didnât feel invisible in them. She felt⊠comfortable, just took her a little bit.
And with her around, the front desk space had never looked better.
She cleaned out the drawers, relabeled every file, color-coded the service requests by month and by year. She made a little station with a mini tray for paper clips, a second-hand mug for pens, and a Post-it wall where she scribbled reminders in a half looping script half print.
And the best outfit?
It was the one that earned her far too many stares that Tuesday: dark flared jeans, black heeled sandals, and a burgundy tank top with a lace hem that dipped asymmetrically around her hips. A small metal ring held the neckline together â a V-shape that didnât try to be sexy, but just⊠was.
She knew she looked good. The fit flattered her, the top draped pretty over her torso, and the hem swished with her walk like a soft curtain. She felt pretty for the day.
Unfortunately, it turned her into a damn magnet for male customers.
Some were harmless. Others werenât.
One called her sweetheart too many times. Another winked. A third hovered way too long over the invoice form.
Logan didnât say anything. But she felt his eyes, just a second longer than usual. Not a leer. Not like the others.
Jayden noticed too. He passed her a soda at break and mumbled, âThat color looks good on you, Amara.â
She smiled and tapped his arm. âThanks, Jayden.â
âž»
Over the next few weeks, she settled into the rhythm.
Mornings in the Hummer were still sacred. She pulled in early sometimes just to sit in silence, morning caffeine in hand, a podcast running low through the speakers. Other mornings, she was just on time. She never left late. She had learned the way the building breathed, the creak of the side door, the whoosh of the compressor, the hum of whatever rock the guys played from the stereo in the shop.
Sometimes, if she was still for too long, and the door to the garage was cracked open, sheâd nod her head softly to the music playing through the divider. And on those days, she noticed the older guys would leave it open just a little wider. Almost like they noticed.
She liked the couch in the separate back room. Sometimes Reggie or Earl would crash there during their 15-minute breaks, boots up, arms behind their head, totally unbothered. Amara never said a word. Never disturbed them. Working under hoods and under pressure all day deserved that kind of unspoken respect.
And when things were slow, she stayed productive. iPad out. Phone notes. Tabs open for remote jobs just to get a foot in what she wanted maybe. Sketching now and then. Eyes flicking through the divider toward the garage floor, sometimes catching sight of Logan. Watching. Looking away quickly like she wasnât.
Logan stayed quiet.
Polite when necessary. Dry as a desert. Rarely spoke unless it was a nod, a grunt, or a request for parts.
But his eyes were observant.
âž»
Thursday felt promising.
The shop had been slow all morning, a couple tire rotations, and an oil change.
Amara noticed the front lobby felt dustier than usual. It wasnât dirty, exactly, but everything had that faint coat of fine grit. The rug. The baseboards. Even the corners of the windowsill.
She couldnât ignore it anymore.
So she got the old shop vacuum from the storage room âthe big bulky one that had a slight tilt to the leftâ plugged it in, and got to work.
She vacuumed the whole lobby. Corners. Under the desk. Around the furniture legs. The thing wheezed and groaned but did its job.
By the time she pulled the cord back into the reel, she felt⊠off.
Her skin itched at her collarbone and the inside of her elbows. Her neck was sweaty. Her ears rang faintly. The air felt thick.
She stood still and blinked.
Then the nausea hit, like someone turning her stomach inside out and stuffing it with cotton. Her vision blurred slightly. Her hand gripped the desk, the wall, whatever was closest.
Shit.
She sat down fast, hoping the sensation would pass.
She stood up again. It wasnât passing. Her skin was prickling. Her arms shook. Her throat was dry, and she felt the room start to spin.
And thenâ
âHey!â
Loganâs voice. Closer than she expected. Deeper.
âYou alright?â
She shook her head once. âIâI think Iâm just lightheaded. I was cleaning andââ
She swayed slightly.
In a blink, his arm was around her back, the other under her elbow.
âCome on. Sit. Couch.â
She didnât argue. He all but carried her to the back room careful, firm, but not rough. She sank into the old couch, slumping against the back cushion, eyes fluttering closed.
âJayden!â Logan barked.
âYeah?!â
âWater. And paper towels. Damp.â
Jayden scrambled. No questions asked.
Amara couldnât open her eyes for a minute. Her breath was short. Her skin felt like it had a film over it. She couldnât tell if it was just a reaction to dust, or the vacuum itself, or if she had simply overexerted herself in the worst way.
Logan crouched beside her.
âAmara. You still with me?â
She nodded.
With Jayden back with damp paper towel Logan placed it over her forehead. He had Jayden get another one for him.
âIâm gonna wipe your neck. Okay?â
She nodded again, cheeks flushing. She hated being this vulnerable. But god, she couldnât argue.
The towel was cool. Gentle. He swiped under her jaw, across the back of her neck, her shoulders. His touch was surprisingly soft.
âI think it was the vacuum,â he muttered. âSomething off. Smelled like burnt plastic.â
She managed a breath. âMaybe Iâm allergic to this place.â
That got the ghost of a chuckle out of him.
Jayden returned with a second water. Logan took it, pressed it into her hand, and she drank slowly.
By the time Jim came out to check on her, she was sitting upright again. Still fuzzy, but better.
âStay there,â Jim said. âI donât want you answering a damn phone until you stop looking like youâve seen a ghost.â
She flushed but nodded. âUnderstood.â
The rest of the afternoon blurred. She half-dozed. Listened to the sounds of the garage. Reggie poked his head in and said, âDamn, Reyes, you allergic to labor?â and she gave him a look even if she knew he was messing with her all in good fun. Logan didnât say much after that, just passed by the couch twice, eyes scanning her like he was still keeping tabs.
She didnât open her iPad. She didnât scroll. She just⊠rested.
âž»
Later
It was almost closing time when she finally stood up. Stretched slowly. She still felt woozy but better. Sweaty in the wrong places. Neck itchy. But she was standing.
She found Logan near the side entrance, smoking.
âHey,â she said softly.
He turned.
âI just⊠wanted to say thanks. For earlier.â
He nodded. âWasnât gonna let you pass out on the floor.â
She smiled faintly. âStill. I appreciate the help.â
He looked at her, really looked at her, then shrugged.
âYou good to drive?â
She nodded. âPlace Iâm staying isnât far. Iâll be fine. Iâll rest when I get in.â
Long pause.
ââŠSee you tomorrow, Amara.â
She blinked.
Heâd never said her name like that before. Never said âsee you tomorrowâ either.
But it lingered.
âYeah,â she said. âSee you.â
And she got in her Hummer, chest still warm with embarrassment for the day and something else she didnât have the words for yet.
content warning: none really, intros to Logan and Amara, Mutant discrimination themes, age gap (sheâs mid twenties heâs in his 100s but here he looks like origins/lumberjack Logan), Swearing, Mentions of poverty and familial strain, Very light discussion of past emotional trauma, gendered bias, Alcohol, Canon-typical violence and smoking (cigarettes and cigars), Mutual pining & slow-burn tension
word count: 5.3k ish (mostly proofread)
Kind of the trope of tired (single dad) grumpy wet cat bf and black cat gf, age gap surely
Part 2 đ§°âąÂ°* đ Masterlist
Amara Reyes didnât shed a single tear leaving the sunshine state that was Florida.
She probably shouldâve. But when the engine started on her black Hummer â the one her dad got her after she finally got her license at 22 â all she could do was grip the wheel and go. To hell with humidity and mosquitoes using you as a pin cushion.
Libby, Montana was⊠well.
It was tiny. Nestled near the Kootenai National Forest with a population smaller than her high school graduating class. Pine trees towered like green sentinels along every road. The streets had names like Mineral Avenue and California Street, and downtown looked like it hadnât changed since the 1980s â all wood-paneled diners, vintage shopfronts, and one painfully polite post office.
But Amara had chosen it. Willingly.
Sort of.
Her best friend Mia Larsen had moved out here six months ago when her momâs lupus diagnosis worsened and the specialists in Kalispell said sheâd fare better in the cooler mountain air. Miaâs family had a home on the outskirts of Libby, and the move gave them a place to stay with better access to healthcare.
Mia and Amara had met during undergrad. They shared courses, studied late, and trauma bonded over campus WiFi crashing before big deadlines. They werenât the same â Mia was social and breezy; Amara, stylish and introverted â but their friendship had anchored itself deep.
When Mia called asking for support, Amara didnât hesitate. Not really.
Florida had become unbearable. Every job she wanted paid less than minimum wage or expected her to be grateful for unpaid internships. Broadcasting gigs were impossible to land without nepotism or soul-crushing networking. Her dad was always on her ass about being âpractical.â Her mom â sweet and stressed â never stopped hovering.
Her family was a chorus of headaches. Her future felt foggy, she almost considered a job at Disney out of desperation. Thatâs when she knew she needed to go.
She wasnât rich, but she had enough and was meticulous with her finances so she was confident enough with this.
And maybe sheâd figure something out out here. Maybe space to breathe would remind her who she was again.
Even if she missed her family dog like hell.
âž»
On Monday the tires of her Hummer crunched over gravel as she pulled into the lot of Jimâs Auto & Body.
It looked exactly like Mia said it would: dull blue siding, sun-faded lettering, and an âOPENâ sign in the window that buzzed like an old firefly. A few pickup trucks and one rusty sedan were parked out on the side. The smell of oil and pine hit her as soon as she stepped out.
Her boots with a black, modest heel sank slightly into the gravel. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and smoothed the dark button-up blouse tucked into her high-waisted black slacks. She had her hair half up, long curled ends grazing the tops of her shoulder blades. Her jewelry jangled softly: medium silver hoops, and a few necklaces stacked on her neck that were personal.
Her perfume was subtle but there â Black Opium. Her nails were red stiletto acrylics, freshly filled.
A woman like that walking into that mechanic shop?
Yeah, she looked out of place.
Inside, the lobby was modest. Four waiting chairs, a chipped coffee table full of Motor Trend magazines, and a desk that looked like it had been dragged straight out of a 1990s insurance office.
From the back came a man in his late 60s, strong build, camo cap, greying beard. He gave her a once-over like he couldnât decide if she was there to shut them down or upsell a timeshare.
ââMorninâ, you the young lady I interviewed over the phone last week?â
âYes, Iâm Amara.â She extended her hand to meet his own and gave a polite smile.
He shook it with a raised brow. âAlright,â he nodded at her enthusiasm and looked at her. âYou dress like youâre about to give a press conference.â
She smiled tightly. âI believe in first impressions for first days..â
âFair enough.â
He gave her a whirlwind tour: phones, parts log, invoice system that was near archaic, how to page the back. Two bathrooms down the hall, a break room with an even older fridge and microwave with a round table on the middle of cabinets that lined the walls, a storage room, a separate room that had an old plaid couch, and right by the front desk was the door to the shop floor. Gave basic information about whatâs expected of her, the works.
The garage itself was big. Echoey. Tools hung in neat rows. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The walls bore old pin-up calendars and a fan whirred lazily in the corner.
The mechanics were already working. Tommy, 50s, silver mustache, and who wore a old yankees baseball hat. He welcomed her with a smile and called her âdarlinâ.â Earl, approaching 60s, walked with a limp from an old car accident, but didnât prevent him from working, told her she reminded him of his daughter when she was in her college days. Reggie, 40s, wore Oakleys indoors, constantly talking about âback in â95.âJayden, barely 22, too many tattoos, had the energy of a border collie.
And then, him.
Logan.
He was bent over the engine of a Dodge Ram, coveralls unzipped and tied around his waist, revealing a white ribbed tank wife beater that clung to his chest like a second skin. His arms were thick, muscular, tan. A pair of dog tags glinted faintly at his collarbone.
His dark brown hair was long-ish and slightly wild, combed back by nothing more than fingers. It flowed naturally, slicked back on the sides and left to fall freely in the back, styled almost like a loose ducktail. Mutton chops framed his jawline in a way that shouldnât have worked, but absolutely did. He had hazel eyes, sharp and unreadable, and grease stains down the side of one arm.
âLogan,â Jim called. âThis is the new front desk girl. Amara.â
Logan looked up. Blinked once. Nodded.
âHi.â
Then went right back to work.
She blinked. ââŠHi.â
No handshake. No smile. Just the gruffness of a man who did not do unnecessary socializing.
Rude.
Hot. But rude.
âž»
Tuesday
Amara wore a black midi skirt, and a blouse in muted plum. Her hair was pulled back with a claw clip, ole reliable. She brought her own travel mug of a chai oatmilk latte and sat with her planner open at the desk.
Logan didnât say a word to her the entire day. Neither did Earl while being caught up in fixing a friendâs car who came by. Jayden hovered awkwardly around the coffee machine before Reggie barked at him to stop âsniffinâ the air like a bloodhound.â
She took her lunch in the break room, after Tommy told her she didnât have to eat at her desk like she was afraid. To be fair she felt out of place still but she welcomed Tommy looking out for her to let herself take up space even if it was a bit intimidating being somewhere unfamiliar.
âž»
Wednesday
She wore black slacks, a black blouse, and a cardigan since it was a little chilly in the office. Logan walked in late, hair still damp from a presumably last minute shower, coveralls slung around his waist again. He glanced at her as he passed the desk.
âMorninâ.â
The word was clipped. Quick.
But it was a word.
She looked up from the supply log. âMorning.â
That was it.
No more conversation. By 3PM, sheâd finished the parts inventory and helped a woman reschedule an inspection. She got three compliments on her earrings. Logan didnât speak to her again. Not a yapper. Probably didnât say much at all to anyone unless necessary.
âž»
Thursday.
A new low: she wore jeans. Black ones, but still. She paired them with a top that was a mix of professional and casual. Her makeup was precise â smoky eyeliner, brown-red lipstick â and she smelled faintly of vanilla and oud as usual.
Jim came out of his office once, looked her up and down, and said, âYou know, weâre very casual here. No need to be all fancy, kid.â
âI know. Doesnât hurt to dress nice anyways.â
âFair enough. Just donât want ya to accidentally get dirty with the nice things yâwear. I know my wife yells at me every time Iâve got oil up the arms.â
âIâll be careful, donât worry Jim.â She replied with a polite smile.
Later Logan passed by around noon, a wrench in one hand and a scowl on his face. He paused at the desk when she was stapling invoices.
âParts shipment come yet?â
âYeah. Just now.â She nodded to the pile. âJim signed for it. Back corner.â
âThanks.â
His voice was low, gruff, but less⊠annoyed today.
âSure,â she said, eyes meeting his for a second longer than usual.
Hazel. Green and gold and brown. Like trees after rain.
Then he was gone again.
âž»
Friday
She wore a long black maxi dress with a black cardigan over it, small silver hoops, three layered necklaces, and a burgundy lip. She arrived at 7:55. Jim wasnât in yet. Logan was.
She went to unlock the door, struggling with her keys. He got up from his seat, leaving his coffee on the round table and opened it for her, held it open without saying anything.
ââŠThanks,â she offered.
A small grunt. Not mean, though.
Later that afternoon, she was cleaning the desk when he came out of the shop, wiping his hands on a rag.
âYou always wear stuff like that to a job like this?â
She blinked, startled. Looked down at herself. âWhat, clothes?â
He nodded. âNot judging. Just seems like youâre dressed for an office in a city.â
She shrugged. âI was supposed to be in one.â
Logan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His shirt stuck to his chest. He smelled like motor oil and smoke and heat.
âWhy arenât you?â
She met his eyes. âBecause life isnât linear.â
He nodded like he understood. âFair.â
A moment passed.
âYouâre good at what you do. Phones donât piss people off anymore.â
She huffed a small laugh. âHigh praise.â
Another pause.
âIâm not good with small talk,â he said, then added: âFigured Iâd try.â
She smirked. âWell, points for effort. Iâm not good at it either, even if itâs my job,â
He looked at her, for longer than a glance, then walked back into the garage.
slow burn âą small town au âą single dad! logan âą mechanic! logan
Chapters
(â§ indicates 18+ content)
â chapter one: new girl in town
â ⊠Amara takes a job far below her resumeâs paygrade. Loganâs a ghost in the garage. The shop is full of characters. The town is quiet. Too quiet.
word count: 5.3k-ish
â chapter two: more than dust
â ⊠Amara settling into her job, making the shop nicer visually and more organized. First real interaction with Logan aside from very small talk necessities in the most unexpected way. Who knew near fainting brings people together?
word count: 1.3k
â chapter three: loadingâŠ
â chapter four: loadingâŠ
â chapter five: loadingâŠ
(More chapters TBD â updated here as posted)
INFO
Summary: Amara Reyes didnât think her shiny degrees and city hustle while hiding her mutant identity would land her in Libby, Montana, a no-name town nestled in pine and rust, working the front desk of a dusty mechanic shop.
Logan Howlett is a single dad, a reluctant local, and a man with more ghosts than words. Their lives intertwine in ways neither expected. Heâs all rough edges and restraint. Sheâs all fire, shadow, and open hearted.
Theyâre both running from something â until they stop.
Genre: slow burn, angst, romance, found family, canon-divergent AU
Setting: small town Montana by the Canadian border| modern day | X-Men timeline divergence
Content Warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of trauma/poverty, single parent, mutant discrimination, eventual smut, canon-typical violence, angst, emotional repression, slow unfolding healing and tension
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