Mob Boss! Membrane x Fem! Civilian! Reader pt2 (Fluff)
Membrane's family is ruling the state you live in. You are a librarian. He came to your library and picked up a book. Then he escorted you home after you were harassed. Then he asked you on a date. You danced the night away and fell asleep on the way back to your house. He left his personal number and left.
When (Y/N) woke up, her head was pounding. She was in the clothes she was wearing last night. Tabitha, her cat, was curled up on her lap, kneading her thighs. There was cat hair all over the blouse she still had on, as well as the skirt part of the sundress.
“Oh, Tabi, baby, we need to do something about that coat of yours,” (Y/N) said, petting the cat, “You need a little trim! Yes, you do, you little cutie!” Tabitha let out her usual high pitched meow and hopped off (Y/N)’s lap.
“Wow. Guess I can’t share my love for the sole beneficiary in my will.” (Y/N) stuck out her tongue.
After Tabitha jumped down, (Y/N)’s eyes flitted down to the table. There was a paper there. With a number. Only one question crossed her mind.
Whose fucking number was this?
And (Y/N)’s only idea to figure out whose number was on her table was through calling.
The dial tone went once… twice… three times-
“Hi, this is (Y/N), you left your phone number on a paper on my table?”
“Oh, why hello there, (Y/N). It’s Miguel. What did you need?” That recognizable baritone would’ve been enough to tell who it was.
There sounded like there was a struggle going on in the background…
“Miguel, did I call at a bad time? Because I can call back if you nee-”
“Not necessary, pajarita—” A sound that was just a tad too similar to a gun firing peaked the mic on the phone. “—I should be free, now.”
“Miguel, was that a gunshot?" (Y/N) hastily whispered.
“(Y/N), that is frankly out of your circle of control. It’d be more scientific if you didn’t worry about it.” Membrane deadpanned.
“Of course I did, (Y/N), I’m in the mob. I’m the head of It ¡por el amor de Dios!”
“Miguel. How much of a role do you play exactly?”
He paused and took a breath. “Look, how about you come over to my place? I’ll explain more where I’m comfortable.”
(Y/N) couldn’t argue. What was there to say other than-
“Good, I’ll send one of my men to come pick you up.”
“Can you send someone to talk to as well?” (Y/N) mentioned.
“Well… it’s kinda lonely just riding by myself. Y’know?”
“So you find the silence uncomfortable?” Membrane said.
“I guess you could put it like that…”
He thought for a minute before picking up something that clinked—presumably a bullet casing. After picking it up, Membrane opened his mouth. “Alright. I can arrange that.”
(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief.
He bid (Y/N) farewell and hung up.
It was only then that (Y/N) realized she was still wearing the same clothes dork the night before. And the ride would be there soon.
Feet tapping on the hardwood floor of the living “room”, she ran to the closet to pick out new clothes. Settling on a yellow, chunky knit sweater and old, faded, ripped blue-jeans, she picked out some old canvas shoes. Casual. Casual. You’re going over to his house.
But he just murdered someone!
“Relax, (Y/N),” she said out loud, “he probably doesn’t want to murder you. … Probably.”
Time passed, and sure enough, the same limousine pulled up outside of her house. But this time, when she got in, there was a lady dressed In business formal.
She waited for (Y/N) to sit down and get comfortable before introducing herself.
“Greetings, my name Is Aia,” she said extending her gloved hand.
Going to shake it, (Y/N) politely greeted her. “Oh, hi! I’m-“
“(Y/N). I know.” Aia’s handshake was firm and solid, but somehow warm and inviting.
She had bobbed, black hair that was parted to the side, with short choppy bangs covering her forehead. Round, yellow-tinted glasses covered her eyes. She smiled at (Y/N).
“So, what would you like to talk about?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
(Y/N) looked down at Aia’s hands which were on her lap. Her nails were painted gold.
“You’re nails are so cute and sparkly! I love that color on you!”
Aia seemed a bit taken aback, but graciously accepted the compliment. “Thanks! It’s really just gold color with a glittery top coat, but it makes it look really nice, right?”
(Y/N) and Aia made small talk for a while, before (Y/N) had a question.
“Have you… seen…him kill someone?” (Y/N) asked.
“Yes.” No hesitation. Damn. “Why, did you see something?”
“Let me guess, it didn’t sink in that we run organized CRIME until now, did it?”
“I guess I just didn’t process It… it’s kinda scary,” (Y/N) confessed. “Also…”
“Why can’t we see out of the windows?” (Y/N) questioned.
“No one Is allowed to know where he actually lives except him, his children, and the drivers. Even the street signs are taken down.”
“Yeah, so even I have no clue where we are.”
“That isn’t terrifying at all,” (Y/N) deadpanned.
The limo abruptly stopped, jostling (Y/N) and Aia. “Seems like this is your stop,” Aia said.
The limousine door was opened by the driver. (Y/N) climbed out and thanked him, waving to Aia as she walked to the house.
(Y/N) rapped her knuckles on the door and waited for a response. Soon, a small child with purple hair opened the door. “Who are you?”
The girl raised her eyebrow. “Okay?”
The girl “stared” at her for a minute before turning inside. “¡OYE, PAPÁ! ¡TU PUTA ESTÁ AQUÍ!
She then turned to (Y/N). “Come on in.”
The inside of their house was surprisingly normal. Upon entry, (Y/N) could spot what appeared to be the living room.
There was a large television in front of a coffee table, which was, obviously, In front of a couch. Next to the couch, on the side of the coffee table that was furthest from the door, there was a large chair.
There was a staircase going up to the second floor as well as a staircase going down to what (Y/N) presumed was the basement.
“Wait here,” she said, walking downstairs. After some time, the girl came back up and went to the other room.
“Ay, ¿de quien ella estaba hablando?” That baritone voice echoed in the small staircase leading up from the basement. (Y/N) turned around to face the staircase to see a shirtless Miguel with a towel wrapped around his waist. Her jaw dropped.
It was an understatement to say her face was red.
“Oh, (Y/N). I almost forgot you would be coming over. Please, sit. I’ll be with you in a minute. Oh, and…” he went over to (Y/N) and closed her mouth, “you’ll catch flies if you keep your mouth open, cariño.”
(Y/N) gulped and nodded. Her heart was hammering out of her chest. She gently sat down on the couch on the far left side.
What was happening to her? Why was she so nervous all of a sudden. It’s not like he was attractive? Okay, maybe he was, but they were just friends! However, (Y/N) remembered the ballroom dance. Friends don’t kiss each other on the mouth in a dip in front of at least a hundred people.
It didn’t matter, though, as due to (Y/N) being so lost in thought, Membrane had already come back. And he was no longer shirtless. Damn.
Instead, he sported a black turtleneck and blue jeans. Classy.
About this time, the purple haired girl came back downstairs with a boy with a big head resembling Miguel.
“Ah, (Y/N). Meet my offspring! Gaz-“ he gestured to the purple haired girl, “- and Dib-“ he said gesturing to the other.
“Hello!” (Y/N) chirped, waving. The two kids looked at each other and back to (Y/N), not saying anything.
Instead, Gaz pulled her father towards the kitchen. (Y/N) followed. Awaiting there were two bowls of mac & cheese.
"Me and Dib made it. Well, I made it. Dib stood there and watched." Dib looked at his sister, mouth agape.
"GAZ! You said you wouldn't tell!"
He handed one to (Y/N) and thanked his daughter by ruffling her hair.
(Y/N) saw the young girl stick her tongue out at her brother, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile.
“Gaz, please be nice to your brother,” (Y/N) said.
“But he’s crazy!” she dragged out.
“It’s not important if he is or isn’t, you should be nice to everyone you can.”
Groaning, Gaz complied. “Ugh. Fine, MOM.”
As Gaz left, (Y/N) blushed, eyes blinking rapidly as she stood up.
“Deseo que ella fuera la madre de ellos,” Miguel muttered under his breath.
“Miguel?” (Y/N) said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Let’s watch a movie.” He was determined to change the subject. So (Y/N) let him.
He sat on the couch and looked through the movies while (Y/N) sat next to him. He was scrolling through the... the rom-coms?
“Miguel? What exactly are you looking for?”
“A…movie to watch? I thought it was obvious.”
“You’re looking in the rom-coms.”
“Fair enough,” (Y/N) shrugged. They looked through the movies available, until (Y/N) found something.
“Oh my god, I haven’t watched that movie in so long.”
“That one!” (Y/N) said, pointing to one of the titles.
“17 Again? With Zac Efron? Really?”
(Y/N) puffed out her cheeks out and crossed her arms. “What? It’s not like it’s a completely unwatchable movie. Plus he IS hot.”
If you blinked, you might miss the look of disappointment on Membrane’s face… and (Y/N) blinked.
Miguel played off his hurt and hit play. And much to his dismay, (Y/N) seemingly paid more attention to the film than him.
That was until she finished her food. She set the bowl on the coffee table and curled up next to him.
“You’re so warm…” (Y/N) said, sleepily. Her voice was husky, and her eyes were half-lidded.
Taking a risk, Miguel moved his arm around her. (Y/N) nuzzled closer into him, now hugging his arm.
“Does this mean you like me now?” Miguel asked.
“Will you let me know when you decide that you’ll stay with me?”
“Well, it’d be very upsetting if the mob leader didn’t have a partner to help with difficult decisions…”
(Y/N) sat up and looked at him. “Are you really going to pull that again?”
“Maybe,” he said, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
“You’re lucky I want to stay with you,” (Y/N) said, laying back down.
“Does this mean you’ll move in with me?”
“Eventually. You have to give me time, Miguel. I’m not used to the fast paced life you lead.”
“Seems like you’re adjusting well, though.” He was smirking.
“Oh, hush!” (Y/N) swatted gently at him.
He laughed and pulled (Y/N) closer. She turned her face to his, glancing at his lips. He caught her gaze and held her face.
“I thought you’d never want to again.”
Their lips met, and she grabbed his face, pulling him closer—much to his surprise. After a while they pulled away, and (Y/N) smiled giddily.
“Does this mean you like me now?” Miguel asked once more.
Laughing, she replied, “We’ll see, Miguel.”
