Sam🦇

22🫀 if nikki six survived the 80s i can conquer my chemical imbalances

[poisamm]

𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊!

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ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙[Sam. 22. she/her.] ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆

I used to write in middle school privately on wattpad but never published anything. I’ve had so many ideas and stories for my oc and AU’s I had to write them somewhere so here I am!

writing about complicated girls, messy love, and the weight of words.

✮ Masterlist

✮ Headcanons —(coming soon)

✮ Miguel and Amara’s Playlists:

Smoke and Sugar

Angst

✮ Smoke and Sugar Pinterest

✮ Logan and Amara’s Playlists:

Ashes and Oil

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•no hate, drama, or unnecessary discourse.

•DNI: basic dni criteria, proshippers, or anyone who disrespects boundaries. You will be blocked.

•asks 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 i’m glad! If you have an idea or something and I pick it up I will gladly credit you!

✮ #vermillionlore — all things Amara Reyes / Vermilion (if i write about her spider story) / Obsidia (if i ever write her mutant x-men story)

✮ #miguelo’hara — self explanatory

✮ #smokeandsugar— chaos, heartbreak, and hell no h2o, my college x coyote ugly au.

✮#ashesandsoilseries — my logan howlett and mutant oc small town mechanic single dad logan au.

✮#loganhowlett — also self explanatory

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💌 Fangs out. Hearts open.

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　 　ㆍ　　 ౄ　　CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT　　๋　　੭

꣖　 ਼　baby daddy!miguel　𝓍　black cat!reader　 ਼　꣓

ᤢ　.　𝓢ummary　♥︎　੭　a dumb fling in college resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. miguel never knew since you ghosted him and never saw each other again. seven years later, you’ve been living a double life as a single mother and a thief, taking risks to provide for your daughter. who would’ve thought the famous spider-man you keep running into is also your baby daddy.

ᤢ　.　𝓒ontent　♥︎　੭　angst ㆍ past situationship ㆍ hidden pregnancy ㆍ violence ㆍ mild injuries ㆍ tension ㆍ arguments ㆍ hurt / comfort ㆍ confessions ㆍ no spiderverse au ㆍ smut ㆍ 18+ mdni ㆍ unprotected sex ㆍ creampie ㆍ cunnilingus ㆍ aftercare ㆍ praise ㆍ fluff ㆍ mini timeskip ㆍ happy ending ㆍ mexican!reader

“gabi, you need to brush your teeth or you’re gonna be late for school again!”

“can i finish this episode of gumball first, mamá?”

“no mija, you have to get ready.”

“but mamá, por favor.”

“gabriella.” 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. it’s 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.

that’s 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 didn’t question where she got those features from. you thought of him in that moment, a shame he wasn’t there but it was your fault he wasn’t.

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 wasn’t 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 weren’t 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 wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. at the time, you didn’t 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 didn’t listen. now it was biting you in the ass. a harsh slap in the damn face. but the unplanned pregnancy wasn’t the only worst thing.

a weeks ago, miguel mentioned he got an internship at alchemax, a company he’s 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 didn’t want to ruin that. just imagine you’re about to start your life then a bombshell of an unexpected pregnancy comes out and now you can’t achieve your dreams? you didn’t have the heart to tell him. you couldn’t 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 hadn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t know how desperate miguel was searching for you. you didn’t 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 weren’t 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 would’ve been way under than six feet in the ground. don’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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 you’re 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.

that’s how you became the infamous black cat.

a hardworking single mother by day, a thief by night.

it’s been like this for a few years and you’ve yet to be caught. it is the reason why you’ve 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 didn’t have anyone to play with at home, a dog seemed like the best option. besides, you’ve 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.

“gabi! let’s go, mija!”

you hear little footsteps running, making you smile. “i’m here!” gabriella runs in with her backpack.

“here’s your lunch.” you hand her monster high lunchbox that matches her backpack.

“gracias, mama! did you put the gummies in there?”

“i did, just remember to eat it after your quesadillas, okay?” you cup her cheek.

“yes, mama.” she nods, smiling brightly.

you smile back before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “bien, let’s put our shoes on.”

“bye, bella! i’ll miss you!” 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 gabi’s bus stop where other kids are waiting with their parents as well.

“you have a good day, mija. te quiero mucho.” you crouch in front of her, holding her tiny hands in yours.

“te quiero, mamá. bye!” 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, it’s 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 you’ve been doing.

“give it back, gatita.”

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, there’s 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 town’s 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, you’ve always wondered who is underneath that glowing mask. but something about him feels so… familiar. his presence reminds you of someone, someone you haven’t seen in years. that familiarity has always struck you but you can’t pinpoint it.

ever since your first encounter, he’s been catching you but ultimately fails. you can’t 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 he’s 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. it’s been like this for several months now.

“what took you so long, arañito? thought you died or some shit.” you tease, tilting your head a little with a pout on your lips, pretending to be sad.

“your life would be boring then.” he approaches with hands on his hips. “dame la bolsa.”

“well, someone forgot his manners.” you tease. “how rude… your mother would be disappointed.”

spiderman groans frustratingly, rubbing the temples of his forehead through the mask. “no me jodas, gatita. dame la pinche bolsa or else—”

“or else what? gonna tie me up in your pretty webs?”

“if i have to.”

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. “oh… bondage, huh? okay, i’m down for that~” you giggle when he runs a hand over his face, obviously flustered.

“por dios, mujer. just give me the—” he attempts to snatch the small black bag from your hand but you swiftly move out of his way with a twirl.

“lo siento, arañito pero mamí has to feed her kittens so… muchos besitos~”

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 you’re suddenly yanked to his chest. one hand holding firmly against him and the other holding the bag away from you.

“you’re not escaping this time, gatita.”

you try to push him away by the chest but of course it doesn’t do shit since the man is heavy like a fucking tank. “suéltame, cabrón.”

“push and punch all you want, gatita, but you’re not going anywhere this time.” his grip on your waist tightens as you squirm in his hold. an annoyed groan escapes his lips when you continue fighting. “stop fighting, it’s not gonna help you.”

“those diamonds are gonna help me if you give them back.” you continue squirming.

“not happening, i’m sure your kittens will be fine while your ass sits in a jail cell.”

suddenly, panic invades your body like a plague. gabriella comes through your mind. “no! my daughter, you asshole! i need them for my daughter!” now you’re really panicking, punching and kicking him. you can’t go to jail, abandon your child. you can’t leave gabriella alone, live without her mother.

spiderman looks down at you with shock, the eyes of his mask widens. “daughter?… you have a daughter?…” his grip on you loosens. “you’re a mother?…” 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. “yes, i am a mother and yes i have a daughter! if you don’t give me the damn bag—”

“why does your daughter need diamonds?”

a frustrated groan escapes your lips. your patience is wearing thin. “goddamnit! i need to sell them for money so i can provide for my daughter, alright?!”

for once, spiderman is speechless. he simply states down at you in complete silence. a shame that he wears a mask so you can’t tell his expression.

“you’ve been struggling?… financial issues?”

“in this shitty ass economy, yes. my job isn’t enough so i have to make a little extra money just to keep up with rent and other expenses.”

he goes silent for a moment, glancing down at the small bag in his hand then back at you. “this is why you’re doing this… to help your family.”

you sigh sadly, shoulders sagging. “ugh yes, alright? i do this shit for her. chingado, why the hell am i telling you about my personal issues?” you turn away, feeling the frustration bubbling up inside you.

why the hell are you explaining your financial issues to spiderman? he’s 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.

“just forget it and take me away already—” you’re cut off when you feel you’re hand being raised up and the small black bag is in your grasp. your brows furrowed in confusion as you look up him. “what are—”

“take it before i change my mind.”

your frown deepens. “why the change of heart? you were literally about to throw my ass in jail.”

“i won’t let a child lose their mother.” he sighs quietly, shoulders slightly slouched. “look, i understand why you do this. you’re struggling and out of options, you’re just trying to help your daughter.”

now, you’re the one who’s speechless. suppose he is understanding and that surprises your for some reason. yet nevertheless, you’re grateful.

“well um… thank you… for being understanding.” you say awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.

“i know i’m overstepping here but… is it just you?”

you nod, still not looking. “yeah… just me and her. the father isn’t in the picture.”

god, it feels awkward talking about this. especially with the goddamn hero of the city.

“i’m sorry… he must’ve been an ass.”

“oh um no… he actually doesn’t know.”

“oh…”

awkward silence. yeah, totally should just dip.

“well… what you’re doing is still wrong but i understand that a parent should do anything for their child.” from your peripheral, he takes a step closer.

finally, you look back at him. taken aback by how close he is. “so all i had to do was say i have a daughter and you would’ve let me off the hook?”

spiderman scoffs and shakes his head, definitely rolling his eyes under the mask. “no, i— chingado, leave before i change my mind.”

you can’t resist a giggle. “well, muchas gracias spidey. didn’t think you were the sentimental type but i appreciate it.” you offer a wink before walking away towards the ledge. “adiós, arañito.” you blow a final kiss at him then jump off with a backflip.

your perspective of spiderman changed tonight.

perhaps he isn’t 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 you’ve made from that diamond set, you decided to treat yourself and your daughter a shopping spree. you’re 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.

“gabriella!” 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.

“whoa- you okay, chiquita?”

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.

“oh, sorry mister! i didn’t mean to hurt you!”

the man softly chuckles as he crouches to match her eye level. “it’s okay, chiquita. don’t worry about it.” his eyes briefly glance behind her searching a potential parent. “where’s your parents? are you—”

“gabriella!”

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.

“miguel…?”

it can’t be… the boy you loved from college stands before you. the boy you haven’t seen in seven fucking years is standing right there in flesh next to your daughter, the very same daughter you had with him and doesn’t know about.

oh my god…

he looks so… different yet the same. more muscular, no more glasses, older. he’s 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 you’re wearing. suddenly, his heart beats faster.

you’re… here. you’re 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 it’s unbelievable. he hasn’t seen you since college, seven fucking years ago. he hasn’t 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 hasn’t been repaired since until this moment.

he softly calls out your name like you did with his, shock and surprise laced in his tone.

“it’s really you…”

god, his voice… that rich, handsome voice-

“mamá.”

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 other’s existences.

“i said sorry to the man for bumping into him.” the little girl explains, pouting.

honestly, you don’t care she bumped into him although you appreciate her polite apology. but the fact it’s miguel is what your mind focuses on.

“it’s okay, mija. let’s just go home, okay?”

miguel observes the interaction, slightly confused about the little girl you’re talking to. is she your little sister? but you’re the youngest in your family, your parents stopped after having you. maybe she’s 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 ‘mija’ and his eyes widen in shock.

wait… this little girl is your daughter?

you have a daughter?

you’re 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… that’s…

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 it’s possible… but now really looking at the girl, she looks so similar. way too fucking similar to him. holy fuck…

you briefly sneak a glance at miguel and recognize the shock illustrated on his face.

oh no…

fuck, you and gabi need to leave before miguel figured it out. that’s your biggest nightmare.

he can’t know, he can’t know.

you need to leave now.

“let’s go, gabi.” you take her hand in yours, just about to turn and bolt the fuck out of here.

“wait!” miguel calls out.

you don’t even answer back and continue walking with gabriella by your aide, feeling your heart pounding immensely with anxiety.

“mamá, that man is talking—”

“i know but we need to leave.” you try to not lash at your daughter despite the anxiety bubbling inside and consuming every inch of your body.

“espera, por favor!” miguel pleads, walking by your side. “just please—”

you shake your head, too afraid to look back at him while trying to escape. “no, please.”

he calls out your name again, a bit louder, and reaches out a hand to grab your arm.

“don’t touch my mama!” 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 daughter’s erratic behavior, stopping in your tracks. “gabi—”

“leave my mama alone!” 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. “i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your mama.” he panics while the girl stares daggers at him. truthfully, he never meant to hurt you in any way. he would never, ever. he can’t blame your daughter’s frustration.

unfortunately, the mini chaotic scene captured many eyes which only made it worse.

you let out a quiet sigh. “vamos, gabi.” 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, you’ve 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 can’t let him find you and gabriella. fuck, you should’ve known staying in nueva york was a stupid idea knowing miguel still lives there too. honestly, you didn’t think he still did since it’s 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 isn’t there. you aren’t afraid of him, no, you believe he’s still the same sweet guy before. strange part of you knows he would never hurt you. you always knew that. you’re 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 you’re okay, what’s 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. it’s unsure how long these lies will be satisfying enough for.

now, you’re 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 doesn’t 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 don’t hesitate to walk away as quickly as possible, panicking a little.

“wait!” 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 can’t let him catch up to you, can’t let him get you. you can’t face him.

“espera, por favor!” due to his long legs, miguel is able to catch up to you quickly and gently grabs one of your wrists. “please, don’t walk—”

you turn around with a gasp and yank your wrist from his grasp. “¡suéltame!”

miguel says your name pleadingly and raises his hands cautiously, afraid to touch you again. “just please… i need to talk to you.”

you shake your head, turning around to leave. “no, just please leave me alone.” a gasp escapes your lips as you stumble on one heel then a strong arm wraps around your torso and catches you.

“cuidado, amor.” 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. “you okay?”

his touch makes your mind dizzy and ignite your skin. oh you haven’t 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 miguel’s. 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 you’re lost in trance. both your bodies pressed against each other, miguel’s muscular figure against your smaller one. those hands calloused hands holding your waist as if you’re 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 other’s 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.

you’re so lost in trance that you don’t realize one of miguel’s 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.

“i-i have to go…” you avert your gaze from his, afraid you’ll get lost in them again.

miguel stops you with holding out a cautious hand, a pleading look on his face. “por favor… just please, amor… just for a minute. that’s is all i ask.”

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. “no, miguel… i can’t. i’m sorry, i have to go.” you try walking past him but miguel blocks your path, beginning to feel frustrated.

“not until you talk to me first.” he looks down at you with a serious look and slightly furrowed brows.

now you’re getting a little agitated. “there’s nothing to talk about, miguel. alright?”

miguel watches you try slipping past around him with a frown, following you. “what the hell do you mean there’s nothing to talk about?! i haven’t seen you in seven years and you think there’s nothing to talk about?! estas loca, huh?!”

“just leave me alone, miguel! forget it!”

unfortunately, the heated aggressiveness was drawing eyes from several bystanders.

“forget 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 you’re still here?!

“UGH! just stop it!” you continue walking away, frustration boiling in your veins.

“just tell me!”

you whirl around with bloodshot eyes. “STOP IT!”

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 what’s 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.

“are you okay?!” miguel panics, eyes widen with pure fear as they trace over your figure searching for any injuries. hands gripping onto you tightly as if he’s terrified to let you go. he spots your injured ankle and the small streaks of blood trailing down. “fuck!”

fuck, you’re hurt. shit, shit, shit. he needs to get you to the hospital quick. he only just found you after so long, no fucking way he’s losing you now.

miguel doesn’t 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.

“i know, i know, lo siento…” 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. “lo siento, lo siento, mi alma…”

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 would’ve told miguel to calm down. he’s 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 couldn’t 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 you’re okay. no, he needs to know how you’re doing but the doctor hasn’t 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 you’ll 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.

“hi.” 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.

“hey,” he mirrors your smile as he takes a seat in the chair next to the bed. “how are you feeling?” a bit of concern laced in his tone.

“i’m fine, it didn’t tear anything major and only needed a few stitches. should heal in a few days.”

he slowly nods, understanding. “that’s great.” those mahogany eyes land on your hand resting at your side. the urge to reach out and hold your hand consumes him but miguel isn’t sure if you’d like that. so, reluctantly, he decides against it.

a small silence fell between you two before you spoke again. “the doctor and nurses were a little nervous. i mean, being pressured by a man built like a damn god wasn’t exactly helpful. especially almost calling security.” you softly chuckle.

he scoffs with an eye roll. “you were bleeding, i wasn’t gonna leave you alone in here.”

“i wasn’t bleeding to death, miguel. it was only a little, nothing serious.”

“ni modo,” he shakes his head, not pleased with you brushing it off easily. “i’m not gonna lose you again.”

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 you’ve 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 he’s s a father. you’ve 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 you’ve 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. “mi alma, i—”

“¡mamá!”

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.

“mama! are you okay?!” gabi cries, hugging you tightly. “i was so scared!”

you embrace her tightly, softly shushing her. “i’m okay, mi amor. i’m okay, i’m sorry for scaring you.” a hint of guilt squeezes your heart.

you feel her shake her head. “it’s okay, i know you didn’t mean it, mama. i was just scared you got hurt.”

oh your sweet baby. heart heavily swelled with love. “i was scared too but i’m okay.” you slowly pulling back away but keep gabi close, gently holding her arms. “it was just a little scratch from glass, nothing bad.” you gingerly wipe her tiny tears.

gabi nods before noticing the man sitting beside you, realizing it’s the same mean man who was bothering you the other day. the smile on her face dies and is replaced with a frown. “why is the mean man here?”

miguel’s 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 she’s 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 can’t blame her though. she just wants to protect her mother and that is admirable for a seven year old.

“he saved me, mija.” 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. “he saved me from the accident and got me to the hospital super fast.”

gabriella’s expression is a mixture of surprise and confusion, like she couldn’t actually believe the same mean man saved you. “really…?”

you softly laugh at her expression, nodding. “yes mija, he saved me and i’m very thankful for him for helping me.” 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. “thank you, mister… for saving my mama.”

his broad shoulders deflated in relief. she isn’t mad at him anymore. “of course, chiquita. i know how much your mama means to you.” miguel softly smiles.

for the first time, gabi genuinely smiles at him and, oddly enough, that warms his heart immensely. yours too because that’s 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.

“mija! ay dios mio, we were so worried! when we got the call and the doctor told us everything, we—”

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 dad’s 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. “it’s great to see you again—”

“¿por qué este güey esta aquí?” your father asks curtly, glaring at miguel.

“papá—” you warn him.

“mi amor, ya.” your mother calms her husband down, gently patting his shoulder. “gabi esta aquí.” 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.

“pobrecita, mi niña.” your mother coos, gently cupping your face and gives your forehead a kiss. “the doctor told us everything and you were going to be fine pero you’re sure you’re okay?”

“sí, mamá, i’m fine. i’ll heal soon.”

“gracias a dios.” your parents said in unison.

“we should thank him, too!” gabriella chirps in, pointing at miguel with a bright smile. “he saved mama and got her to the hospital!”

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.

“you did?” your dad questions.

“sí, señor.” miguel said politely, nodding. “i brought her here as fast as possible.”

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.

“gracias, mijo,” your mom offers an appreciative smile. “for helping our daughter, we’re grateful.”

“siempre, señora.” miguel smiles in return. “anything for her.” 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 you’re safe, miguel can go fulfill his heroic duties.

“i’ll uh… leave you be.” miguel clears his throat as he makes his way towards the door.

“miguel.”

your soft voice makes him stop by the door, looking back at you. eager to what you have to say.

“thank you.” 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 you’re 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 couldn’t walk with a damaged ankle and you thanked her tremendously. your boss was kind enough to give you recovery time and it wouldn’t affect your pay. you hadn’t seen miguel much since the hospital. he didn’t 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. let’s be real, nobody has a fucking chance with a guy who is freakishly tall and insanely buff like a fucking god. even if it’s 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 you’d get to witness that.

but instead panic invades your veins as you notice one gang member whips out a pistol aimed at miguel’s back, who is currently too occupied beating up three other members. he’s 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.

“what the hell are you doing here?!”

“saving your ass from getting shot at.” you kick the gun away. “you’re welcome.”

“you need to get out of here now!” 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 wasn’t 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. it’s actually quite fun fighting alongside the infamous spiderman. for once not fighting him but with him. watching the masked hero in action, it’s 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 guy’s face with one hand and yanking him towards his face, miguel’s mask disintegrates and opens his mouth revealing those pearly sharp fangs. watching the guy’s 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 hero’s face is concealed since it’s buried in the guy’s neck, whose body squirm’s underneath him. you can’t believe what you’re seeing… what the actual fuck is spiderman doing?

once the venom is injected into the idiot’s 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 can’t 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 you’ve 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 you’ve never stopped loving and the father of your child?!

this whole fucking time it was him?!

“miguel?…” you whisper, standing there in pure disbelief. like you refused to believe it’s him.

his whole body freezes and fears settles in his bones when you said his name, his real name. those mahogany eyes widen in shock. “¿qué dijiste?”

“oh my god… it’s you…” you tremble, chest beginning to heave before the fire bursted into flames. “it was YOU! IT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME!”

miguel winces confusingly at your sudden burst of anger and accusations. “what the hell do you mean it was me? who the hell you even—”

you swiftly yank off your small mask, revealing your true identity and miguel fucking crumbles.

it’s… you?! you are the infamous black cat?! the same woman who’s been stealing jewelry. the same woman who’s been a pain his ass for months. the same woman who’s been driving him fucking crazy. black cat is the same woman he’s been in love with since collage and disappeared from his life for seven fucking years. the same woman who he’s been desperately searching for and found her after all these years yet only to find out she’s 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 it’s actually you. “it’s you… you’re the fucking black cat?!” now it’s his burst of anger being unleashed. “it’s been you after these months?!”

“don’t fucking yell at me!” you point at him. “you don’t fucking get to give me shit when you’ve been fucking SPIDERMAN THIS WHOLE TIME!” you shouting echos throughout the alleyway.

“you think i was just gonna give away my fucking identity?! no!” he argues and takes a few steps closer. a huge frown settled on his face, pissed off as much as you are. “so you don’t give me shit for not telling you when i didn’t know it was you!”

“BABOSO! (asshole)” 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.

“it all makes sense now…” you whisper, slowly shaking your head. miguel looks back at you with furrowed brows but remains silent to let you speak. “no fucking wonder you felt so familiar. i thought i going crazy, that no fucking way it was you. it couldn’t be you…” you turn around to face him again but with a tender look that warms his heart.

“i felt it too…” miguel breaths out heavily, head hanging low and hands on his hips.

“what?” you’re surprised.

“the familiarity.” he confessed, looking back at you. “I felt it too. i thought…” he heavily sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i thought the same, thinking it was impossible for it to be you but… it’s true.”

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 you’d 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 doesn’t strip them of their beauty. it’s 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 gabriella’s 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.

“what happened?”

as if he read your mind, miguel knew what you were referring to, making him sigh heavily. “alchemax. after my internship, i got a position there. deal with genetic machinery.” he turns away, concealing the shame. “there was an accident… some bastard screwed me over and… caused this.” he gestures at his eyes, fangs, and talons. “half-spider DNA.”

your eyes slightly widen at the reveal. half spider DNA? insane. “the spiderman name is no joke.”

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. “how long have you been doing this?” he gestures at your latex suit.

“a few years. waitressing doesn’t really pay the bills much so i went against my morals. i know what i’m doing is wrong but it’s worth it for my daughter.”

miguel’s 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 he’s been dying to talk to you to know how and where the hell you’ve been the last seven years but also to ask about your daughter. a question that’s been infiltrating his mind since the day he saw you.

“your daughter…” miguel hesitates for a moment, preparing himself for possibly the hardest truth he has ever faced. “is she…?”

you close your eyes. the moment you’ve been dreading for, it has finally come.

“yes.”

his heart shatters. he brings up a hand to conceal the painful expression on his face. if he didn’t had enhanced strength, miguel would’ve collapsed.

he is a father. to a bright little girl.

tears swell up in his eyes. it’s 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 there’s one question bothering him.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers, bringing down his hand from his face but refuses to look you. as if he’s 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.

“because i didn’t want to hurt you.”

miguel looks back with shocked eyes, in pure disbelief. “what?”

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 couldn’t hold back, now trailing down your face. “the 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.”

yes, you both were stupid careless barely young adults. miguel should’ve known better, that his pull out game was terrible and should’ve stacked up on condoms more often. god, he wants to smack himself. such an irresponsible fucking idiot.

“i was so scared, miguel, i-i didn’t know how to tell you.” you sob, unable to control the tears any longer and honestly you don’t care. “then, i remembered you told me about your internship at alchemax a few weeks before and how excited you were. you looked so happy, miguel…” you offered a teary smile that shattered his heart into a million pieces. “i knew how much that meant for you and i was so happy for you. you had your life planned and i couldn’t ruin that. i couldn’t, miguel… i couldn’t hurt you. i couldn’t ruin your life with an unexpected pregnancy. it felt wrong, i loved you too much to hurt you.”

the truth finally revealed after seven years.

miguel’s heart crumbles into more pieces. he can’t 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 didn’t 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.

“that’s why i left you. blocked you on everything right after graduation. i left the stadium crying because i couldn’t face you. i couldn’t tell you so i left… it’s my fault.” you confess through teary eyes. “it’s my fault you never knew, not yours. please don’t blame yourself, you never knew. you shouldn’t feel bad for not knowing, not being there because it’s 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 you’d be mad, that you didn’t want to be a part of it.” you wipe some tears off your face, not caring if it ruined your makeup and look like a melted candle. “i’m so sorry, miguel… for hurting you, keeping this from you, keeping her from you.”

now miguel is crying too, silently.

“i’m so, so sorry!” 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 it’s your fault, miguel still believes it’s his too. it takes two to make a baby, he is the reason why you never told him. he is responsible too.

“i forgive you.”

you pull back a little to look up at him confusingly. “w-what? but i lied to you, hurt you for keeping—”

“i forgive you,” he states softly, bringing his hands up to gently cup your face. “because i love you.”

your eyes widen in shock. “w-what?”

“i love you. i’ve loved you since the moment i met you in biology.” the pad of his thumbs gently wipe your tears. “the day i became your tutor was the best day of my life because i met the most beautiful girl ever.” a heavy sigh escapes his lips. “i 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...” the thought makes his heart ache. “when 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.” he swallows those emotions building in his throat. “i… i cried… because i lost the love of my life.”

his confession makes your heart swell with intense love and a thousands other emotions. unbelievable and overwhelming but in a positive way.

“i 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.” those crimson orbs bore into your soul. “i never stopped looking for you.”

your breath hitches, staring up at him with wide eyes. all this time, he’s been looking for you?

“i never stopped thinking about you, wondering where you were, if you were okay. i never stopped.” miguel confesses. “then when i saw you that day with… your daughter… i couldn’t fucking believe it. after seven fucking years of wondering and searching, i found you. i actually found you…” he lets out a heartily chuckle. “beautiful since the day i met you, even more now.” his compliment makes your cheeks warm, something he always manages to do. “but then seeing you with her…” you know he’s referring to gabriella, your guys’ daughter. “seeing you as a mom wasn’t what i expected. i couldn’t believe it but then when i noticed how familiar she looked, i thought i was going insane.”

the shocking realization on miguel’s face from that day flashes through your mind. you knew he put the pieces together and figured it out at that moment.

“i’m sorry for avoiding you,” you softly inject, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “i-i was scared, of your reaction, what you’d say, if you were mad. i freaked out and couldn’t bare to face you.”

miguel shakes his head. “i wasn’t mad, never. i just was… shocked.” his eyes shift down for a moment while his hands caresses your face. “shocked that i had a daughter…” then, his gaze returns to yours. “she has my nose, the first thing i noticed.”

that elicits a soft chuckle from you. “yeah, i noticed too when she was born. she’s your mini you.”

a soft moment bonding over your daughter.

“i never stopped loving you, miguel.” you quietly confess, placing your hands on top of his. “even years later, i never stopped either. every time i look at gabi, i see you.” your lashes flutter and heart soars. “she’s so smart and passionate like you. sometimes i wonder if she even got anything from me since she’s so much like you in so many ways.” a soft chuckle slips past your lips. “she is you in every way.”

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 gabriella’s life. to be a family. something miguel never thought he could have.

“now… 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 don’t expect anything from you at all.” you assured him. “i don’t wanna pressure you into this. it’s your decide if you want to be part of her life. i know i took away those first seven years from you and i’m sorry. but… you have the choice if you want be there or not.”

“mi alma, of course i want to be there for her.” miguel doesn’t hesitate to answer. this news doesn’t stop his world from spinning. an opportunity to not miss. “but i want to be there for you… if you let me.”

his words caught you off guard.

“you… want me?”

“sí, mi vida.” miguel leans a bit closer, a loving smile tugging on his plump lips. “i’ve always wanted you, to be with you. officially, this time.”

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 gabriella’s? it’ll be a new change but you gladly accept it, especially if it means for your daughter to have both loving parents.

“i’ve always wanted to be with you too.” you confess softly with a light smile and fluttering lashes.

miguel’s heart is swoon, swollen with adoration. words he has been dreaming of for years. he’s not gonna lose this opportunity. he’s 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 didn’t have a dad like other kids. but now with the truth, it was a little challenging. gabriella wasn’t 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 didn’t 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, miguel’s 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 can’t be any more grateful for it.

currently, you’re 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.

“what the fuck, miguel?”

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 doesn’t 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. “you chose that to defend yourself?” he deadpans, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“shut up,” you scowl, rolling your eyes. “it was the heaviest thing i could grab.” you place the hair dryer on your vanity. “why the hell did you climb through my window? i thought you were an intruder.”

“why didn’t you lock your window?”

“no me jodas, miguel.” you cross your arms, matching his stance. “contéstame.”

your feistiness is one thing he loves about you.

“i wanted to see if you were okay.”

your heart flutters. “well, i’m fine despite the fact you almost gave me a damn heart attack.”

“dramática,” that earns him a glare, causing him to chuckle a little. “i’m sorry, i was out on patrol so i couldn’t be seen by your neighbors.”

you roll your eyes but you understand. “just give me a heads up or something next time.”

he nods. “and gabi?”

“with my parents, remember? for the weekend.”

“ah, sí…”

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 wasn’t 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. he’s thinking, conflicted with something.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, slowly stepping closer.

“nada… i just…” he paused before sighing. “lo siento, mi alma for disbursing your night. ya me voy.” he turns to leave but you quickly yet gently grab his wrist, stopping him and looking back at you.

“don’t leave… please.” your soft plead almost makes miguel crumble to his knees. “what’s wrong? i know you’re thinking, you can tell me.”

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.

“do you want this?”

now your brows furrowed. “do i want what?”

“this,” his eyes finally meet yours. “me being part of your life, gabi’s life. are you really okay with this?”

your expression softens a bit but the confusion remains. “of course i’m okay with this. i’m happy you’re part of this family, miguel. are you not…?”

you can’t 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 didn’t want that to end.

his eyes widen worryingly, internally panicking. “no, no, no, mi alma. of course i’m happy, the happiest i’ve ever been in my life.” his large hands gently rest on your upper arms, holding you close. “it’s just… i know we’ve been doing this for gabi pero…” a small pause to release a sigh. “i wasn’t sure if you wanted to be with me again, if you were okay with me.”

your expression softens even more, replaced with a sympathetic one. insecurity gets the best of us, you understand where he’s coming from. “i meant what i said back in the alleyway that night. i’ve always wanted you, miguel. i’ve always loved you since that day you became my tutor for bio.” you smile at the memory. “so yes, i do want to be with you and i do want this.” you lean closer. “i want you.”

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.

“¿puedo?” he whispers against your lips.

you roll your eyes, grinning. he’s 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.

“ya bésame, miguel.”

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 ain’t 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 other’s bodies. your hands gripping his thick neck, one hand gripping his brown locks which elicits a groan from him. softly gasping when miguel’s 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 miguel’s 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 he’s 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. you’re 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 miguel’s gloved hands slowly slip the hem of your nightgown up your thigh, his fingertips reaching your inner thighs. a move you’re 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.

“missed this,” he mumbles in between kisses and licks, drunk on your skin. “missed you, bebita.”

that old nickname from college, the one you adored, makes your heart flutter, responding with a soft whimper and a tug on his hair. “miguel~”

“seven fucking years…” a gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fangs gently prickling your skin. “you have any idea what that did to me?” his voice drops an octave, seductive. “the love of my life taken from me for seven years? drove me insane, bebita.”

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.

“seven years without you, your voice, your laugh, your scent, your lips…” he whispers while his hands slowly roam and grope over your body, sending shivers of please through you and making your mind putty. “drove me fucking crazy, hermosa.” another few kisses on your neck before he lifts his head up to look down at you with intense adoration, lips hovering yours. “i’m not wasting a fucking second.”

your heart flutters and you don’t 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.

“miguel!~” 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. he’s 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. “still have that same sweet fucking scent, years later and it still drives me crazy.” he murmurs against the fabric. that sweet scent of yours is a like a fucking drug, intoxicating and addictive.

“miguel, please~” you whine, your needy fingers gripping onto his hair as a sign. he’s right there, your core throbbing terribly, and you’re losing your mind.

the bastard has the audacity to chuckle at your neediness. “¿qué quieres, bebita?” the teasing is inevitable, you’re adorable when you’re needy for him. but he’s also losing his mind too.

“no me jodas, miguel.”

that earns him a slightly harsh tug on his hair, causing his grin to widen. miguel has always adored when you’re bossy. the man may be 6’9 of pure muscle but will succumb to his knees when bossed around by a woman. a major turn on for him.

“relájate, bebé.” he softly chuckles. “i’ll take care of you like i always do, lo prometo.”

he is right, miguel always took care of you during sex. teasing but always a gentle provider. flashbacks of all your guys’ 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 miguel’s 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. “chinga… estás mojada, preciosa.” miguel curses at the fucking fountain between your legs. seven years later and you’re 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.

“oh!~” you moan loudly, gripping tightly on those brown locks like a lifeline. “miguel!~ oh my g—” 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.

“fuck…” his moan vibrates against your pussy, causing you to shudder while moaning endlessly. “seven years later and you still taste fucking sweet, bebita.” 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 miguel’s tongue starts penetrating you. “miguel!~” 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.

miguel’s 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.

“you remember that, bebita?” 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 you’re seeing stars and forgetting everything.

only miguel could do that to you.

“brought back memories?” his thumb keep toying with your clit while admiring you. “years later and i still remember, preciosa. i still remember it all.”

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 other’s faces off and hands roaming each other’s 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 miguel’s 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 you’d forget after leaving his dorm and he’d 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 didn’t want his roommates to see it. the few times you’d 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 miguel’s 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 should’ve confessed back then and maybe you’ve been together raising gabi like a family. you wouldn’t have been alone raising her and dealt with the issues you’ve 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 it’s 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.

“m-miguel- oh my- OH!—” 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 you’re close by the increased volume of your moans, urging him to go faster and make you see the whole damn universe.

“ah~ i’m gonna— miguel, i—”

“dámelo, bebé.”

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 miguel’s face. the pleasure is so intense you even squirt, which he doesn’t 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 isn’t 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 miguel’s 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.

“m-miguel, stop~ please~” you whine, squirming in his hold. “it’s too m-much…” if he continues, you’re for sure you’re 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. it’s been seven fucking years, miguel ain’t 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 ain’t afraid to show it. his lips and chin glistening with your cum. you’re 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.

“are you okay?” 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 ‘mhm’ due to your breathlessness, eyes still closed. that man really did a number on you and hasn’t 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.

“you’re glowing, preciosa.” he coos with a heartfelt grin on his face, caressing your cheek.

“stop it~” 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. “es la verdad,” he leans down closer towards your ear. “you’ll be glowing more soon.”

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 miguel’s 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 miguel’s 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.

“take off the suit, arañito.” a hint of seductiveness in your tone, grinning up at him.

his body shivers at that. with no hesitation, miguel’s 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 you’ve been anticipating for.

throbbing cock sprung out, tip leaking with precum. damn it looks bigger than before. well, it’s 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 it’ll fit.

miguel senses your apprehension, his expression softens. “i’ll go gentle, preciosa, lo prometo.” he brings up a hand and caresses your cheek with such tenderness, hoping to ease your worries. “if you need me to stop, dime. don’t be afraid to.”

your eyes shot up back at him, seeing the soft glint in his eyes before nodding. “i know you will.” you offer a soft smile, leaning into his touch.

his heart swoons, a feeing miguel hasn’t felt in a long time. a feeling that only you could make.

miguel stares at you for a moment longer, making sure you’re 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. miguel’s 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.

“hermosa…” he whispers, mainly to himself but doesn’t mind that you heard him.

he can’t help it, you are utterly breathtaking and miguel isn’t 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 you’re 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.

“fuck…” miguel curses, brow furrowed at the sensation of your slick cunt gripping onto him like a vice. “breathe, bebita. okay?”

you can only answer in a small mewl, trying to follow his advice but goddamn this man so big. it’s 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. he’s hurting you. “i’m gonna stop.”

“no!” you quickly grip onto his bulky shoulder preventing him from moving away, leaving miguel surprised. “just give me a sec…”

“mi alma, you’re in pain. i’m stopping right now—”

“if you move right now, i’m gonna kill you.”

miguel stares down at you with a firm expression. you look back at him with the same look.

“i’m fine.” you reassure him, a sincere glint in your eyes. “it’s just… you’re… different now.”

he raises an amusing brow. “different?”

your eyes roll in annoyance. “oh shut up, you know exactly what i mean and don’t gloat about it.”

the bastard chuckles, which only fuels your annoyance and impatience. “no, preciosa, i don’t know what you mean. dime.”

that stupid smug ass grin on his handsome face.

ugh you just want to slap him.

“¡chingado, miguel!” you exclaim. “it’s been seven fucking years! of course you’re different!”

seeing you frustrated is utterly adorable. “oh so you feel a difference, huh?” his grin widens.

“ugh, yes! it’s been fucking ages since i’ve done this so that’s another thing!” 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. “wait… you haven’t… been anyone since?…”

a sad sigh escapes your lips, turning your head away from him to the side concealing the embarrassment spreading across your face. “yes… i haven’t. especially with gabi, i haven’t had time to so…”

it’s true, since gabriella was born, you’ve 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t time to fulfill personal needs. for the last seven years, you’ve 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.

miguel’s eyes widen at your confession. all this time, you haven’t been with anyone but him since? seven years is a long time. you’ve 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 hasn’t outgrown? you truly still love him? miguel’s 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 wasn’t 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.

“mi alma…” he calls softly, carefully bringing up a hand to caress your cheek in hopes of getting you to look back at him. “don’t feel guilty, it’s okay. i understand, i…” he grows quite for a moment, finding the right words. “i haven’t been with anyone either.”

his confession makes you turn and look back at him with surprise. “seriously?” you ask softly.

“sí…” he nods lightly, a bashful grin on his face. “there was never time for me either. always cooped up in the lab, sometimes stayed overnight.”

“miguel!” you whisper-yelled, gently nudging his shoulder as reprehending him.

his grin widens as he chuckles. “i know, i know.” he gently grabs your wrist that nudged him and give them a little kiss before resting your hand against his cheek. “some 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.”

the thought of miguel with another woman makes your stomach churn. but you can’t blame him if he wanted to since you disappeared from each other’s 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 haven’t 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.

“¿qué?” miguel can’t help but crack a little smile, relishing the sweet sound of your laughter.

“sorry.” your laughter dies down, now softly chuckling while covering your eyes with a hand. “it’s just… that proves that we never really stopped thinking about each other.” you admit bashfully.

his smile widens into a toothy grin, his fangs peeking out. “no, we never did.” a soft chuckle slips passed his lips, leaning into your hand on his cheek. “and i won’t stop.” with his free hand, miguel gently removes yours that is covering your eyes. “nunca.”

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.

“me neither.”

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. “do you still want this?” he glances down at the space between you two for emphasis.

you quickly nod, a bit too eagerly. “yes, i’m gonna fucking explode if you don’t get inside me right now.” that earns you a snort from him.

“alright, alright. i’m coming, amor.”

“oh you will for sure.”

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.

“¿estas bien, mi amor?” miguel softly asks, caressing your cheek as comfort.

you hum, eyes fluttering. “mueve, miguel~”

he could’ve 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. miguel’s 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.

miguel’s pupils dilate immensely at the sight of you underneath him, taking everything he is giving you. pretty lips shaped in an “o” 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 you’re 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.

“miguel!~ oh my—” 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.

your reaction makes his lips curl into a smile of pride. “qué hermosa.” miguel leans down closer, admiring your squirming form of pleasure while thrusting in your slick heat. “after seven years, you still take me so well, bebita. all this time you could’ve chosen someone else but never stop thinking about me, huh? thought about all those nights like this?” his hips thrust a bit deeper for emphasis, eliciting a gasp mixed with a moan from you. “did you, bebita?”

“y-yes i always did~” you moan shamelessly.

that inflates his pride and ego. “all those nights alone, in bed… you always thought about me, hm?” he decides to tease you a little, just like old times.

“f-fuck- yes!” a frustrated whine leaves your lips while acting like a moaning mess, causing him smile to widen before gently shushing you.

“shhh… relájate, bebé~ lo siento… ” one of his hands caresses your cheek, easing your growing frustration. “i always thought about you too.” his lips capture yours in a kiss while continuing making love, swallowing those pretty moans he loves dearly.

the air is mingled with your moans and miguel’s 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 doesn’t mind because they’ll 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. “oh miguel~” you moan breathlessly. head thrown back against the sheets, brows furrowed and mouth agape in ecstasy. god he feels so fucking amazing.

miguel gazes down at you with pure adoration and in his eyes. a grin tugging on his lips. “qué linda.”

in one swift motion, miguel flips you both over the bed. the sudden movement makes you gasp in surprise. if you weren’t indulging in intense pleasure right now, you would’ve 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 he’s 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 doesn’t mind but rather relishes it. he loved when you’d 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 couldn’t 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 you’ll give him shit about it later but right now he doesn’t care.

lifting away from your now hickey covered neck, miguel admires your blissful form. holding you like you’re the most delicate piece of art. witnessing you experience immense pleasure is a sight he will never ever get tired of. his beautiful angel.

“mi amor hermosa~” he coos, grinning when you let out a whimper. “qué tan hermosa~”

“miguel~” you whine softly, feeling flustered by his sweet words of affection and overwhelmed by his thick cock thrusting in and out of you.

“mírame, mi amor.”

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.

“there’s my beautiful girl.”

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.

“té quiero, miguel.” you whisper against his lips. the kind of whisper containing a sprinkle of love meant for his heart and his heart only.

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.

“té quiero, mi alma. té quiero tanto.” he whispers in between kisses. “i never stopped loving you,” one deep thrust. “and i never will.” a much deeper one, sending you over the edge. back arched, head thrown back, moaning prettily. making him smile.

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. miguel’s 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.

“miguel, i—” cut off by your own moan as the burning sensation in your core intensifies with each thrust, like a firework is about to combust.

“i know, bebé. i fuck—” miguel groans, brows pinched together in pleasure as he feels you clenching around him so damn tight. reaching down with a hand, miguel flicks your clit to give you more pleasure. each flick in unison of his thrusts. “cum, mi amor.” he coos when you squeal at the sudden stimulation, observing you with pure adoration.

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.

“you okay?” lifting himself by the elbows, miguel looks down at you with a concerned look. “did i hurt you?” he caresses your cheek lovingly.

you lean into his touch with closed eyes, softly humming. “no, i’m fine. just had a nice workout.”

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes but has a grin tugging on his lips. “tonta…” 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. he’s 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 you’re 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.

“loving the royal treatment.” you can’t 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. “drink, hermosa.” you so do, taking a few sips that leaves him unsatisfied. “más, mi amor.”

complying, you drink bigger sips. relishing the cool, refreshing water down your bit irritated throat from all that moaning and screaming. once you’ve 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 tonight’s events slowly soothes down.

“did you seriously bite me?”

miguel groans embarrassingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i knew you were gonna mention that.”

“got a biting kink?” you tease.

“it was just… in the moment.”

you snort, lightly slapping his chest. “in 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, you’re basically dracula.”

miguel swiftly looks down at you with a frown, baffled that you compared him to one of the most famous gothic fictional characters. “i’m not dracula and i don’t have a biting kink.”

oh that’s 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.

“mentiroso.” you give his chest another teasing, heartfelt slap. “pinche dracula.”

“ay por dios, mujer.”

the nickname may not be pleasing to him but hearing you laugh makes it up for it.

“i mean- i don’t mind, just don’t get too crazy or else i’m not gonna have enough foundation to cover it and gabi is gonna ask questions.”

that makes him laugh. miguel can already imagine the shit ton of questions she would ask and honestly can’t blame her. he should be more careful.

“oh, i should probably tell gabi her dad is dracula—”

“¡mujer!”

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 he’s the one laughing and you annoyed with his dumbassery. not long until you’re 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.

“though you retired from this?” 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. “just wanted relive old times.”

“being a pain in the ass, stealing all the time?”

“a girl gotta make a living.” another nonchalant shrug. “but it was for our little girl.”

he immediately softens the moment gabriella is mentioned, causing his arms to give you a gentle loving squeeze. “i know… but we’re better now.”

“we are…” you glance down at the pretty diamond ring on your finger, gleaming in the moonlight.

it’s 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.

“we should head back.” he suggests. “we have to pick gabi from your parents early tomorrow.”

“it’ll be fine. besides, they love having her there all the time and she loves their house so it’s okay. let’s just stay here a few more minutes, please?” you look at him with fluttering lashes, knowing that he can never resist that cute pleading look.

“fine, five more minutes.” 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 other’s true identities. silly, fun times.

but it’s 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 you’ve longed for, now came true.

perhaps curiosity killed the cat but in a good way.

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A/N: Frat party whoop whoop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

Wow, they're good kisser.

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

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You were woken up to loud cheers and shouts, you covered your head with the comforter, trying to ignore them. 

At least that was until someone was jumping on your bed. 

There was movement next to you and Pete loudly groaned, “it’s too early for this shit-“

You snort and find him under the covers, “you’re the one usually like this y’know?”

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. 

“Wake up sleepyheads!!” She shakes you both and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Morning.” 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, you’d all just have to wait for the next recoupling to switch. 

“They got us breakfast!” She exclaims and you perk up, “so no one’s cooking today?” 

“It’s Saturday baby, we’re free!” She shouts and smothers her face to Pete’s, kissing his face.

You groan and playfully roll your eyes, “get a room!” 

“And not on my bed!” You complain, making Pete snicker, “what did you and Mig already christen it?” 

You gasp and quickly smack him, making him snicker harder. “Don’t say that shit!” You mutter and sit up. 

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. 

"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 else…" 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. 

"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 alert…"

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. 

It was a navy blue two piece with a white skirt, a cute combination. 

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. 

"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. 

"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. 

MJ grins, admiring Pete's reactions because for him, this was heaven on earth. 

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. 

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. 

"You guys won't believe what they brought us-" MJ started but Pete quickly swallowed then interrupted, "Beyoncé?!"

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. 

You ate your food as the girls justified their decision while also pleading Pete to not do anything so stupid again. 

"On one condition!!" he yells and they slowly nod. 

“One 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. 

But you were more ready to see their reactions to Pete's threats. 

He stormed down to the pool, his hands on his hips glaring at everyone in the pool. 

Dana and Felicia were sun bathing but all the guys were in the pool playing volleyball. 

Apparently production was also nice enough to set up a bright pink volleyball net and the boys were using it to its full extent. 

Raúl spiked the ball, landing in the middle of the left side of the pool with Peter and Miguel unable to reach for it. Raúl jumped on Jordan, and they both cheered while Harry was on the side being the referee. 

He gave the thumbs up and Jordan grinned, “thought you guys were supposedly good at this?” 

Before they could get a chance to respond, Pete cleared his throat. All of them turned to look at him and they grinned. 

You stood to the side with the other girls as Raúl joked, “About time Sleeping Beauty and the Beast woke up!”

Pete gasps and shakes his head, walking up to you quickly wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “Hey don’t call my couple a beast!” 

You burst out laughing and playfully push him off, “you are so-“ 

“Hot?” 

You gave him a look and he gave you a toothy grin which had you less “mad” at him. “Sure, that’s what I was going to say…” you reply and he nods, “thanks, babe.” 

“Hey don’t get too comfortable over there!” Miguel shouts, making him let out an evil laugh. 

He gave you a kiss on your cheek then took his mic off, handing it to you, “what about the fake prank?” you whisper and he shrugs, “eh maybe later.” 

“It’s so hot I need to get in the water!” He announces loudly and MJ groans, “you just ate!” 

“I’ll have time for regrets later, don’t you worry!” 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 Pete’s cannonball. It was a big splash and all the guys started play fighting and splashing each other. 

Harry even went in and joined Pete’s side before Raúl 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. 

They all suddenly stopped and one by one, each turning their head to look at you, evil looks on all their faces. 

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 Pete’s eye, you made a run for it. 

You ran to the corner, hearing the water and multiple bodies coming out of the pool. You didn’t bother looking because you knew they were there and instead decided to run up the stairs then duck down and hide behind the daybeds. 

You heard them coming and you knew you could outrun them, it wouldn’t be too hard to maybe trip them. 

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. 

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. 

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 didn’t hear any feet going up, you opened the door and quietly closed it before sprinting out again. 

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, “Girl did you just have them chase you around-“ 

You nodded and mumbled, unable to talk, “y-yes-“

“Go hide in the secret corner before they come down!” Dana chirps and you groan, “that’s too much work.” 

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and you tried your best to calm down. “They’re going to throw you in the pool, girlfriend.” Gwen jokes, making you groan, “ugh you’re right-“

“The coast is clear- they’re not on the terrace but you probably won’t have much time left.” 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. 

You got down, hid in the absolute corner, then sat down then put the bean bag on top of you, getting in position. 

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. 

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 wasn’t. 

Not yet. 

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, “found you!” 

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. 

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. 

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. 

He grabbed her and ran into the pool while Jordan picked you up, following his lead. 

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. 

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 Raúl went straight for Gwen and Dana while Miguel quickly snatched MJ before she could say no. 

You and Jazmin were already going at it, holding hands and trying to push each other off with the boys egging you both on. 

“Drop her Jaz!!!” 

“Smack her!!” 

You yelled and laughed, trying to push her off but it was to no use, the girl was strong. 

“Since when are you this strong?!” You yell, making her giggle, “since always!!” 

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 Peter’s as captains. 

“We call Miguel!!” Jazmin yelled and you scoffed, “that’s not fair!!” 

“We want Jordan!!” Peter yells, and he yells, leading Dana over. 

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. 

MJ even started pulling on hair but that just caused Dana to snatch her braids and push her off that way. 

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. 

Dana ended up forcefully pushing you back and you went back but were able to straighten up to push her back and Harry couldn’t hold her up. 

You and Peter celebrated your victory with your side and that was when Pete got out of the pool and found the floaties. 

He threw them over, a unicorn, pizza, and a pineapple, making the boys try to fight the girls for them. 

MJ ended up snatching the unicorn but the other two were getting fought over and the girls were winning. 

Gwen jumped onto Pete and distracted him from trying to grab the pineapple while the other girls tried to get onto the pizza. 

Raúl 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. 

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. 

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. 

You looked around and Raúl ended up getting the pizza, with Jazmin and Dana whining to him simultaneously.

“You’re too big for that thing!!” 

“Give it to me!” 

He just laughed at them and grinned, “you guys can have it later!” 

They indeed, didn’t get it later, with Raúl 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. 

Now the boys were playing with the foosball table and the girls were playing with the volleyball. 

You were all by the firepit, throwing it around in a circle, and passing it to each other. 

“This really helped with the weather.” Felicia says and you all murmured in agreement. 

“We’ll go get some ice cream in a bit.” MJ says, bumping the ball towards Dana.

“Are there cones?” Jazmin asks and MJ nodded, “the ones with chocolate and caramel in them.” 

“Those are amazinggg.” Gwen gasps, making Dana grin, “we’ve gotta snatch them before the boys get to them.”

“I think Harry and Jordan already had some.” Felicia chuckles and Jazmin groaned, “assholes.” 

She hit the ball high and spiked it past the firepit, “let’s go!” 

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. 

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. 

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. 

“What if we just stayed inside?” Pete whined, making Miguel chuckle, “yeah? You think we have permission to do that?” 

“Let's just do it anyway.” Pete responded and you grinned, “might as well before the ice cream melts.” 

“She gets it!” He says, pointing a finger before taking a bite out of his cone. 

Everyone hung around the island, some of the girls sitting on it while enjoying the coldness of the ice cream. 

“Who's got the biggest body count here again?” Pete suddenly asked, making you nearly choke. 

“W-What-“ you stutter and he shrugs, “we haven’t had an update in a while…”

“Is this your way of asking me-“ you laugh out and Miguel smacks Pete’s side before he could answer. 

“Ignore him.” Miguel mutters then shakes his head. 

Pete hums then nods, “Well, from the last time we knew… it was David.” 

“Oh yeah… his was in the fifties.” Jazmin snickers then snorts, “shit was insane.” 

“I’ve heard worse.” You snort and MJ turns her head, “really? How bad?”

“Hundreds.” 

There’s a collective gasp amongst the group and you hum, “college boys are a different breed.” 

“That they are- if I hear a man say he has a hundred and something bodies… he can go drop dead-“ Jazmin states then shivers in horror. 

Dana snickers and nods, “yeah that’s a crazy thing…” 

You walked over to Miguel, leaning against him and coming to the realization that you haven’t had that chat yet. Hell you didn’t know his or anyone else’s for that matter. 

“Well mine is a whopping ten.” Felicia admits and shrugs, “I’m twenty six and had the tiniest bit of fun but eh not too bad I think.” 

“Not bad at all.” 

“You’re good.” 

“Mine is six.” Harry says and the boys cheer him on. 

You shrug and take a deep breath, not thinking they’d be judgmental but being a little nervous about it, “seven.”

“Same!” MJ quickly says and gives you a high five. 

You grin and give it to her before Miguel mumbles next to you, “I beat you by two.” 

You look up at him and shrug, “I don’t really care about those things.”

“I don’t either, as long as we’re all safe.” He responds and you nod. 

Meanwhile the others said theirs and you were able to hear Raúl’s eight and Peter’s three. 

“Wait, so I'm the highest now?” Pete asks then cheers. 

“I’m second!” Jazmin shouts and they high five, “to being the biggest whores of the island!” 

He scoffs and shakes his head, “we all win that-“

“Nuh uh Mr. Fifteen!” She grins, making you laugh, “okayyyy Pete.”

He sheepishly grins and shrugs, “yeahhhh- with all my years y’know..”

“You and Felicia are the oldest!” Dana says and he nods, “that’s true..”

“We need more old people around here.” Felicia jokes, making everyone chuckle. 

“Don’t jinx us, we'll get a thirty year old tomorrow.” Jazmin teases and Peter jokes back, “we need a milf around.”

“We need a what-“ Gwen says then gives him a glare.

“And some dilfs…” Jazmin quickly says to help Peter out. 

Jazmin then shrugs, “Here’s to hoping anyway.” 

“I’m manifesting that for you Jazmin.” You say and she grins, “thank you! If we all manifest together surely it’ll come true.” 

“An older man that won’t act childish!” Felicia fixes and you nod, “a mature one.” 

“We’re done with the stupid childish games.” Jazmin grumbles as the girls agree with her. 

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[istillhaveyourheart]

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

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Nothing really, cursing, mostly background telling and what not, phantom of the opera spoilers??

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“Love me or hate me, Both are in my favor. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart. If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.”

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, “Love is blind, and lovers cannot see.”

For sophomore year, “I’m not a poet, I’m just a woman.”

And for freshman year it was, “‘I miss her.’ ‘You’re dead.’ ‘Even in death, I mourn her.’”

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 couldn’t remember the name of. You had pulled out your notebook, that year it was a dark forest green, with the quote being, “But just because I’m not going to wish for it doesn't mean the moth can ignore the flame. It’s in the moth's blood.”

Miguel’s dark maroon eyes rolled to the back of his head, it was almost pretentious he thought, a way to show off how “artsy” 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 didn’t understand why you loved it so much, he didn’t 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 you’d 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 how’d 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 couldn’t 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 York’s most prestigious and high-end boarding schools. At first, Miguel didn’t pay you any mind, figured you were just another spoiled brat with daddy’s 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 wasn’t 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.

“I swear man, you’re like, a genius.” Peter grumbled to Miguel as he glanced at his friend’s paper, before at his own which had 78% written at the top. Peter’s 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.

“Yeah I got a 99, I wasn’t expecting…” Miguel didn’t 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. He’s never had someone top before, if felt like he was dreaming, well, maybe having a nightmare was a better way to describe it. He couldn’t 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 he’d 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 wasn’t 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, “accidentally” 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 didn’t 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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“I’ve already told you Gabe, I’m not going to give you my notes from last year. Read the book like everyone else.” 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 York’s Preparatory Academy, where he and his younger brother shared a room.

“But Miggy!” Gabriel whined, his lip coming out in a pout, and Miguel’s nose scrunched in annoyance at both the nickname and the high-pitch tone of his brother's tone. “What’s the point of me being brothers with one of the top students at this school if I can’t steal your notes! Besides, I've tried and I just can’t get into it. Who would have thought that Frankenstein would be such a boring book, and don’t get me started on how the paragraphs are set up!”

“And that’s my problem because?” Miguel’s eyebrow quirked up, sending Gabriel an unamused look.

“Look Miguel, you might not get it from my point of view, but it’s 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, don’t get me wrong, I’m just not on the same playing field as you. Also, I don’t like reading.” Gabriel shrugged.

“And what makes you think that I do?” 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.

“Well didn't you get an A+ on your report about the book last year?”

“No. I got an A-.” Miguel grumbled, and after a moment, Gabriel’s expression perked up a bit, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head.

“Oh riiight, that one girl got an A+, what was her name again?” 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.

“It’s (Y/N).” Miguel corrected with a hash glare.

“Oh, right, right.” Gabriel’s lips went up in a slight smirk, his hands going into his pockets to fish out the keys to their shared dorm room. “Maybe I can ask her to help me, I mean she’s a bookworm, right?”

Miguel didn’t 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.

“I could ask for her notes, maybe take her out for some coffee as a thank you.” Miguel’s 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 didn’t stop him from the draggers he glared at Gabriel.

“Don’t even think about it. Hasta la mira mal a esa niña, y estás muerto. ¿Entiendes?” Miguel hissed, his voice dropping an octave with the threat. (If you even look at that girl wrong, you’re dead. Got it?”)

Despite his older brother’s threats, Gabriel’s 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.

—

“I don't understand anything about this, (Y/N).” 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 MJ’s mechanical pencil hitting the desk as you catch her biting her bottom lip in frustration.

“I know.” 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.

“Like I understand that, they fall and love and die and stuff, but all the jokes and stuff-“

“That’s why I’m here, MJ.” 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. “I’ll be right back, I'm going to go stretch my legs.” You told her, which only got you a hum in response, before you slipped out of the small room. No matter how much time you’ve spent in this specific library, (it’s your favorite one) you’ll 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 don’t stay too far from the study room, it wasn’t 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, you’ve watched both the movie renditions and the stage version countless times, but you’ve read the novel more than you’ve watched all three combined, but your copy sadly got ruined when you dropped it in a puddle of water while on a walk, and haven’t had the time to get a new copy. Was it bad that if you were in Christine’s 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-

“Why am I not surprised I’d find you here?” You didn’t need to lift your eyes to know the source of the voice, the slight accent and the deadpan tone gave it away.

“Hello to you too, O’Hara.” You replied, your eyes not lifting, your hand flipping to the next page despite no longer reading the words on the pages anymore, you weren’t going to give Miguel the satisfaction of knowing he had your attention. The act didn’t 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.

“What?” You question him, wanting to know what that reaction meant, you closed the book and put it back on the shelf.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

His lips come up to a smug smirk.

“That you find that shit romantic.” He stated like he knew it was a fact, and you’d rather die than admit to him that you did, in fact, find it romantic. “Don’t act like you don’t, I can read you like a book. No pun intended.”

Your face came to a scowl, instead of entertaining him with a response, you crossed your arms and slightly leaned against the bookshelf behind.

“What are you even doing here Miguel? You don’t even like reading.” He didn’t 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.

“Do me a favor?” He asked, but his tone came out more like it was a suggestion rather than a request.

“Why would I do that?” You scoffed.

“Don’t make me beg, muñeca.” His tone dropped an octave. Despite the pet name, his voice was filled with nothing but coldness. (Doll)

“Don’t give me ideas.” You teased. Your lips twitched up slightly.

“If my brother comes to you and asks to take you out, go ahead and say no.” That certainly wasn’t 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 “Good. How’s the essay coming?”

The sudden topic change you off guard a bit, but you quickly recovered, since it was something you’d both been more used to talking about, your studies.

“I’m almost done, I’ve mostly been just helping MJ with hers.” You explained, as you stood up straight again. “You?”

“Same, if it weren’t for Peter I probably would already be finished with it.”

“Don’t stress about it too much, O’Hara.”

“Oh, why not?”

You smiled.

“Because I'm gonna get a better grade on my paper anyways.”

[keark]

Like father like daughter

[poisamm]

i wanna continue writing but i think i really need to sit and storyboard ashes and oil properly …im gonna have winter break soon so MAYBE i can and i’ll try😵‍💫

[shmu-h]

[poisamm]

A S H E S A N D O I L

a small town mechanic single dad Logan AU

Chapter 2 — More Than Dust

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 one’s a bit short, i’ve been busy and start my fall semester in a couple days so expect likely shorter chapters or long periods between chapters!)

Part 3 🧰 •°* 💌 Masterlist ‎ ₊˚⋆✮→ Previous

By the third week, Amara started to give up on the slacks and blouses, the city girl polish she’d 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 ‘Daytona Bike Week’. 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 didn’t 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 — a V-shape that didn’t 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 weren’t.

One called her sweetheart too many times. Another winked. A third hovered way too long over the invoice form.

Logan didn’t 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, “That color looks good on you, Amara.”

She smiled and tapped his arm. “Thanks, Jayden.”

⸻

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, she’d 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 wasn’t.

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.

⸻

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 wasn’t dirty, exactly, but everything had that faint coat of fine grit. The rug. The baseboards. Even the corners of the windowsill.

She couldn’t ignore it anymore.

So she got the old shop vacuum from the storage room —the big bulky one that had a slight tilt to the left— 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 wasn’t passing. Her skin was prickling. Her arms shook. Her throat was dry, and she felt the room start to spin.

And then—

“Hey!”

Logan’s voice. Closer than she expected. Deeper.

“You alright?”

She shook her head once. “I—I think I’m just lightheaded. I was cleaning and—”

She swayed slightly.

In a blink, his arm was around her back, the other under her elbow.

“Come on. Sit. Couch.”

She didn’t 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.

“Jayden!” Logan barked.

“Yeah?!”

“Water. And paper towels. Damp.”

Jayden scrambled. No questions asked.

Amara couldn’t open her eyes for a minute. Her breath was short. Her skin felt like it had a film over it. She couldn’t 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.

“Amara. You still with me?”

She nodded.

With Jayden back with damp paper towel Logan placed it over her forehead. He had Jayden get another one for him.

“I’m gonna wipe your neck. Okay?”

She nodded again, cheeks flushing. She hated being this vulnerable. But god, she couldn’t argue.

The towel was cool. Gentle. He swiped under her jaw, across the back of her neck, her shoulders. His touch was surprisingly soft.

“I think it was the vacuum,” he muttered. “Something off. Smelled like burnt plastic.”

She managed a breath. “Maybe I’m allergic to this place.”

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.

“Stay there,” Jim said. “I don’t want you answering a damn phone until you stop looking like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She flushed but nodded. “Understood.”

The rest of the afternoon blurred. She half-dozed. Listened to the sounds of the garage. Reggie poked his head in and said, “Damn, Reyes, you allergic to labor?” and she gave him a look even if she knew he was messing with her all in good fun. Logan didn’t say much after that, just passed by the couch twice, eyes scanning her like he was still keeping tabs.

She didn’t open her iPad. She didn’t scroll. She just… rested.

⸻

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.

“Hey,” she said softly.

He turned.

“I just… wanted to say thanks. For earlier.”

He nodded. “Wasn’t gonna let you pass out on the floor.”

She smiled faintly. “Still. I appreciate the help.”

He looked at her, really looked at her, then shrugged.

“You good to drive?”

She nodded. “Place I’m staying isn’t far. I’ll be fine. I’ll rest when I get in.”

Long pause.

“…See you tomorrow, Amara.”

She blinked.

He’d never said her name like that before. Never said “see you tomorrow” either.

But it lingered.

“Yeah,” she said. “See you.”

And she got in her Hummer, chest still warm with embarrassment for the day and something else she didn’t have the words for yet.

TAGS

[poisamm]

A S H E S A N D O I L

a small town mechanic single dad Logan AU

Chapter 2 — More Than Dust

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 one’s a bit short, i’ve been busy and start my fall semester in a couple days so expect likely shorter chapters or long periods between chapters!)

Part 3 🧰 •°* 💌 Masterlist ‎ ₊˚⋆✮→ Previous

By the third week, Amara started to give up on the slacks and blouses, the city girl polish she’d 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 ‘Daytona Bike Week’. 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 didn’t 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 — a V-shape that didn’t 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 weren’t.

One called her sweetheart too many times. Another winked. A third hovered way too long over the invoice form.

Logan didn’t 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, “That color looks good on you, Amara.”

She smiled and tapped his arm. “Thanks, Jayden.”

⸻

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, she’d 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 wasn’t.

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.

⸻

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 wasn’t dirty, exactly, but everything had that faint coat of fine grit. The rug. The baseboards. Even the corners of the windowsill.

She couldn’t ignore it anymore.

So she got the old shop vacuum from the storage room —the big bulky one that had a slight tilt to the left— 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 wasn’t passing. Her skin was prickling. Her arms shook. Her throat was dry, and she felt the room start to spin.

And then—

“Hey!”

Logan’s voice. Closer than she expected. Deeper.

“You alright?”

She shook her head once. “I—I think I’m just lightheaded. I was cleaning and—”

She swayed slightly.

In a blink, his arm was around her back, the other under her elbow.

“Come on. Sit. Couch.”

She didn’t 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.

“Jayden!” Logan barked.

“Yeah?!”

“Water. And paper towels. Damp.”

Jayden scrambled. No questions asked.

Amara couldn’t open her eyes for a minute. Her breath was short. Her skin felt like it had a film over it. She couldn’t 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.

“Amara. You still with me?”

She nodded.

With Jayden back with damp paper towel Logan placed it over her forehead. He had Jayden get another one for him.

“I’m gonna wipe your neck. Okay?”

She nodded again, cheeks flushing. She hated being this vulnerable. But god, she couldn’t argue.

The towel was cool. Gentle. He swiped under her jaw, across the back of her neck, her shoulders. His touch was surprisingly soft.

“I think it was the vacuum,” he muttered. “Something off. Smelled like burnt plastic.”

She managed a breath. “Maybe I’m allergic to this place.”

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.

“Stay there,” Jim said. “I don’t want you answering a damn phone until you stop looking like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She flushed but nodded. “Understood.”

The rest of the afternoon blurred. She half-dozed. Listened to the sounds of the garage. Reggie poked his head in and said, “Damn, Reyes, you allergic to labor?” and she gave him a look even if she knew he was messing with her all in good fun. Logan didn’t say much after that, just passed by the couch twice, eyes scanning her like he was still keeping tabs.

She didn’t open her iPad. She didn’t scroll. She just… rested.

⸻

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.

“Hey,” she said softly.

He turned.

“I just… wanted to say thanks. For earlier.”

He nodded. “Wasn’t gonna let you pass out on the floor.”

She smiled faintly. “Still. I appreciate the help.”

He looked at her, really looked at her, then shrugged.

“You good to drive?”

She nodded. “Place I’m staying isn’t far. I’ll be fine. I’ll rest when I get in.”

Long pause.

“…See you tomorrow, Amara.”

She blinked.

He’d never said her name like that before. Never said “see you tomorrow” either.

But it lingered.

“Yeah,” she said. “See you.”

And she got in her Hummer, chest still warm with embarrassment for the day and something else she didn’t have the words for yet.

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[poisamm]

A S H E S A N D O I L

a small town mechanic single dad Logan AU

Chapter 1 — New Girl In Town

content warning: none really, intros to Logan and Amara, 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: 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 🧰•°* 💌 Masterlist

Amara Reyes didn’t shed a single tear leaving the sunshine state that was Florida.

She probably should’ve. But when the engine started on her black Hummer — the one her dad got her after she finally got her license at 22 — 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 hadn’t changed since the 1980s — 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 mom’s lupus diagnosis worsened and the specialists in Kalispell said she’d fare better in the cooler mountain air. Mia’s 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 weren’t the same — Mia was social and breezy; Amara, stylish and introverted — but their friendship had anchored itself deep.

When Mia called asking for support, Amara didn’t 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 “practical.” Her mom — sweet and stressed — never stopped hovering.

Her family was a chorus of headaches. Her future felt foggy, she almost considered a job at Disney out of desperation. That’s when she knew she needed to go.

She wasn’t rich, but she had enough and was meticulous with her finances so she was confident enough with this.

And maybe she’d 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.

⸻

On Monday the tires of her Hummer crunched over gravel as she pulled into the lot of Jim’s Auto & Body.

It looked exactly like Mia said it would: dull blue siding, sun-faded lettering, and an “OPEN” 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 — 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 couldn’t decide if she was there to shut them down or upsell a timeshare.

“‘Mornin’, you the young lady I interviewed over the phone last week?”

“Yes, I’m Amara.” She extended her hand to meet his own and gave a polite smile.

He shook it with a raised brow. “Alright,” he nodded at her enthusiasm and looked at her. “You dress like you’re about to give a press conference.”

She smiled tightly. “I believe in first impressions for first days..”

“Fair enough.”

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 what’s 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 “darlin’.” Earl, approaching 60s, walked with a limp from an old car accident, but didn’t 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 “back in ‘95.”Jayden, 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 shouldn’t have worked, but absolutely did. He had hazel eyes, sharp and unreadable, and grease stains down the side of one arm.

“Logan,” Jim called. “This is the new front desk girl. Amara.”

Logan looked up. Blinked once. Nodded.

“Hi.”

Then went right back to work.

She blinked. “…Hi.”

No handshake. No smile. Just the gruffness of a man who did not do unnecessary socializing.

Rude.

Hot. But rude.

⸻

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 didn’t say a word to her the entire day. Neither did Earl while being caught up in fixing a friend’s car who came by. Jayden hovered awkwardly around the coffee machine before Reggie barked at him to stop “sniffin’ the air like a bloodhound.”

She took her lunch in the break room, after Tommy told her she didn’t 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.

⸻

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.

“Mornin’.”

The word was clipped. Quick.

But it was a word.

She looked up from the supply log. “Morning.”

That was it.

No more conversation. By 3PM, she’d finished the parts inventory and helped a woman reschedule an inspection. She got three compliments on her earrings. Logan didn’t speak to her again. Not a yapper. Probably didn’t say much at all to anyone unless necessary.

⸻

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 — smoky eyeliner, brown-red lipstick — and she smelled faintly of vanilla and oud as usual.

Jim came out of his office once, looked her up and down, and said, “You know, we’re very casual here. No need to be all fancy, kid.”

“I know. Doesn’t hurt to dress nice anyways.”

“Fair enough. Just don’t want ya to accidentally get dirty with the nice things y’wear. I know my wife yells at me every time I’ve got oil up the arms.”

“I’ll be careful, don’t worry Jim.” 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.

“Parts shipment come yet?”

“Yeah. Just now.” She nodded to the pile. “Jim signed for it. Back corner.”

“Thanks.”

His voice was low, gruff, but less… annoyed today.

“Sure,” 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.

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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 wasn’t 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.

“…Thanks,” 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.

“You always wear stuff like that to a job like this?”

She blinked, startled. Looked down at herself. “What, clothes?”

He nodded. “Not judging. Just seems like you’re dressed for an office in a city.”

She shrugged. “I was supposed to be in one.”

Logan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His shirt stuck to his chest. He smelled like motor oil and smoke and heat.

“Why aren’t you?”

She met his eyes. “Because life isn’t linear.”

He nodded like he understood. “Fair.”

A moment passed.

“You’re good at what you do. Phones don’t piss people off anymore.”

She huffed a small laugh. “High praise.”

Another pause.

“I’m not good with small talk,” he said, then added: “Figured I’d try.”

She smirked. “Well, points for effort. I’m not good at it either, even if it’s my job,”

He looked at her, for longer than a glance, then walked back into the garage.

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[devourrrmee]

the way he kisses her like a starved man….yeah…..need that.

vid: llanadeco

[poisamm]

ASHES & OIL — masterlist

logan howlett x f!mutant!oc (amara reyes)

slow burn • small town au • single dad! logan • mechanic! logan

Chapters

(✧ indicates 18+ content)

— chapter one: new girl in town

→ ✦ Amara takes a job far below her resume’s paygrade. Logan’s a ghost in the garage. The shop is full of characters. The town is quiet. Too quiet.

word count: 5.3k-ish

— chapter two: more than dust

→ ✦ 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

— chapter three: loading…

— chapter four: loading…

— chapter five: loading…

(More chapters TBD — updated here as posted)

INFO

Summary: Amara Reyes didn’t 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. He’s all rough edges and restraint. She’s all fire, shadow, and open hearted.

They’re both running from something — 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

Rating: Mature (for language, themes, slow romantic tension buildup — eventual smut tagged separately)

Status: ongoing

Written in: third person, OC-focused, Logan POV included

CHARACTER PROFILES (maybe?)

Amara Reyes — mutant OC / lowkey self-insert

Logan Howlett — grumpy old mf we love

Laura Kinney — 6 y.o. daughter / two claw wielding (lovable) menace

Mechanics + Shop Owner — cast info post

Spotify widget credit: @loviestudio

divider credit: @dollywons

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[poisamm]

don’t hate me for a pause on smoke & sugar (i’ve been BUSY and at a block lowkey) ….but logan howlett series coming…maybe .

[lovesickbrat]

[mybvalentine]

with lots of fics being deleted and writers leaving i wonder if readers will realize reblogging their fav fics to their page instead of liking will save their life