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heroinnne · 13 days
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this blog is not doing so good is it, lmao
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REQUESTS GUIDELINES !
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— i only write for female or gender neutral readers
— i write for all spiderverse character and most marvel characters, if there is a character that i'm unable to write for, it will be added to this post
— what i won't write for is, extremely dark content, yandere, nsfw, only suggestive content can be written but not full on nsfw
— i won't be writing requests that don't fit my standard or requests that i don't have much inspiration for
— lastly, please be polite throughout your request <33
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heroinnne · 14 days
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tagging : @spdrvyn @3zae-zae3 @guilty-pleasures21
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you walk with your head down at work the next morning.
after having kissed your boss, the infamous miguel o'hara, you’re not sure you could really walk with your head up.
of course, word had gotten around the office that you left the party with miguel, and well, your coworkers teased and taunted you about it, you tried to ignore their comments, really, but the blush on your cheeks was prominent enough, and well, every time they said something you remembered the kiss, and how great it was.
so, you walked with your head down throughout the office.
that is, until you stumbled into someone.
slamming into their body, you drop the stack of papers you were holding, quickly, ‘i’m sorry’s spill from your lips until you hear a familiar voice say, “it’s fine.”
looking up, lo and behold, it’s none other than miguel.
of course, the universe loves playing its sick and twisted game on you.
“miguel — i mean, sir.” you gulp. a blush quickly spreads to your cheeks, “sorry.” you clear your throat and quickly gather your papers, stand up and ready to leave.
“y/n.” he says, “why don’t you join me at my office.”
you don’t know what else to do but oblige.
you follow him to where his office is, and once you’re there, he shuts the door behind you, then heads to his wine rack, holds up a bottle and a glass, “drink?” he asks and you shake your head.
he shrugs and pours himself a glass.
a beat of awkward silence passes and your heart thumping in your chest.
finally, you can’t take it anymore, “uhm, listen, i’m so sorry for kissing you last night, i was drunk and stupid and — ” he cuts you off with a chuckle, a deep rich sound it is and you feel your face warming up.
“y/n,” he chides, “there is no need to apologize.”
he steps closer to you, so close you can smell his strong cologne and your heart is doing cartwheels, because, and you may not like to admit it, but you may have developed a big, fat crush on your ceo.
“i’m sorry — ” he shushes you, and he cups your chin in his hand, tilting your head up, “what did i just say?”
your eyes widen and god dammit your heart is racing, and your face is so hot, “right, i’m — right.”
he smirks down at you, “you didn’t even give me a chance to continue,” he says, “sweetheart, i loved that kiss.”
your breath hitches “really?” you utter out in a surprised whisper.
“yeah.” he hums, a smile on his lips, “c’mere.” he says, “may i?” and all you could do is nod.
he places a hand on your waist and pulls you closer, and his lips press against yours, and you’re sober enough this time to take in every detail of this moment, how plump his lips are, how he tastes like coffee, how his hands are slithering up our back and how your hands are finding their way to his hair, tugging and pulling at it to deepen the kiss,
and just how perfect this moment is.
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heroinnne · 14 days
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you walk with your head down at work the next morning.
after having kissed your boss, the infamous miguel o'hara, you’re not sure you could really walk with your head up.
of course, word had gotten around the office that you left the party with miguel, and well, your coworkers teased and taunted you about it, you tried to ignore their comments, really, but the blush on your cheeks was prominent enough, and well, every time they said something you remembered the kiss, and how great it was.
so, you walked with your head down throughout the office.
that is, until you stumbled into someone.
slamming into their body, you drop the stack of papers you were holding, quickly, ‘i’m sorry’s spill from your lips until you hear a familiar voice say, “it’s fine.”
looking up, lo and behold, it’s none other than miguel.
of course, the universe loves playing its sick and twisted game on you.
“miguel — i mean, sir.” you gulp. a blush quickly spreads to your cheeks, “sorry.” you clear your throat and quickly gather your papers, stand up and ready to leave.
“y/n.” he says, “why don’t you join me at my office.”
you don’t know what else to do but oblige.
you follow him to where his office is, and once you’re there, he shuts the door behind you, then heads to his wine rack, holds up a bottle and a glass, “drink?” he asks and you shake your head.
he shrugs and pours himself a glass.
a beat of awkward silence passes and your heart thumping in your chest.
finally, you can’t take it anymore, “uhm, listen, i’m so sorry for kissing you last night, i was drunk and stupid and — ” he cuts you off with a chuckle, a deep rich sound it is and you feel your face warming up.
“y/n,” he chides, “there is no need to apologize.”
he steps closer to you, so close you can smell his strong cologne and your heart is doing cartwheels, because, and you may not like to admit it, but you may have developed a big, fat crush on your ceo.
“i’m sorry — ” he shushes you, and he cups your chin in his hand, tilting your head up, “what did i just say?”
your eyes widen and god dammit your heart is racing, and your face is so hot, “right, i’m — right.”
he smirks down at you, “you didn’t even give me a chance to continue,” he says, “sweetheart, i loved that kiss.”
your breath hitches “really?” you utter out in a surprised whisper.
“yeah.” he hums, a smile on his lips, “c’mere.” he says, “may i?” and all you could do is nod.
he places a hand on your waist and pulls you closer, and his lips press against yours, and you’re sober enough this time to take in every detail of this moment, how plump his lips are, how he tastes like coffee, how his hands are slithering up our back and how your hands are finding their way to his hair, tugging and pulling at it to deepen the kiss,
and just how perfect this moment is.
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heroinnne · 14 days
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“it's our cover.”
bucky stares at the ring on his finger, a fine silver one, then his eyes drift to the one on your finger, golden with a diamond to top it off.
a cover for a mission, a freshly wedded couple on their honeymoon in paris.
he’s not sure how to feel about this.
especially with all of the feelings he has towards you.
“you picked this out, didn’t you?” he asks and you smirk, shrugging your shoulders, “can’t help myself with a little fun.” you say.
he deadpans at you.
“what?” you laugh, “you don’t like it?”
“no, it’s not that.” he huffs, fiddling with the ring, “it’s weird.”
“what's weird?” you ask softly, and when he doesn’t answer, you walk closer to him, so close that your bodies touch as you put your hands on his chest, and you tilt your head up to look at him, and you’re so, so close that he hasn’t had this kind of contact since the forties.
“bucky,” you chide gently, “why is it weird?” you tone is in a hushed whisper, and your face is so close to his that your lips are almost touching.
his heart is going a thousand miles per hour, and with everything he has done as the winter soldier, and with everything he has also done as sergeant barnes, he has never felt so weak in the knees before.
“you’re my best friend.” he whispers and sure you are his best friend, his very best friend that has helped him get through everything, his best friend that has always been by his side, and his best friend that’s almost kissing him right now.
“so?” you hum, tilting your head at him, “don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” you say, a slight frown on your face and a pout at your lips — he has been giving you one too many mixed signals for the past few months, and it’s not like there is a fine line between friends and lovers at this point, oh no, that line has been gone for too long.
“bucky.” you say softly, trailing your fingers up to his neck until they’re tugging at his hair, “do you love me or not?”
a beat of silence passes.
how is he supposed to answer that? for fuck’s sake, of course he loves you, how could he not? you’re everything for him, his entire world ever since he met you.
so why is he hesitating to answer now?
but when he sees the frown at your face and the hint of tears forming on your waterline and when you begin to pull away with a ‘im sorry’s falling from your lips, he puts his hands at your waist and pulls you close.
“i do.” he mutters softly, “i do love you.”
your breath hitches and you stare up at him, and another beat of silence passes, “then kiss me.” you murmur.
and he does, he presses his lips to your and oh how perfectly they fit against his, how perfectly soft they are, and he can taste the cherry chapstick your always wear on his tongue and he can't help but feel how all of this is familiar to him, how all of it is so, so comforting to him, how his heart beats fast but he's at peace, that he's content.
you peck his lips and you pull away slightly, a giddy smile on your face, “i love you too.” you hum softly.
and everything is just so right at this moment.
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heroinnne · 14 days
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miguel being comforting during your period mood swings | drabble
very fluffy. hurt/comfort. reader is a spider-person. projecting MASSIVELY in this one. my bad guys! author had a very bad not good day so this is to ease my nerves a little, enjoy and eat up
Miguel had very much noticed when it started. Your avoidance of him started somewhere around 3 days ago, whenever he made attempts to talk to you, you'd be feeding him as little as possible. It irked him to say the least and he missed you and when he felt like looking at you, you just weren't there.
It wasn't that you seemed mad at him or upset about something else, you were giving him nothing to work with was all. He struggled to figure out if there was something going on, surely you couldn't be that tired every time you talked to him, right?
No, he couldn't stand by this. His duties as your lover were being unfulfilled the longer he stood by and watched you (supposedly) be miserable, this shall not prevail!
He wanted to catch you at a time with not many Spider-People in HQ, he knew that you'd be up anyway. Miguel had brought you to many scenic areas, so he frequented those every once in a while to check if you were there. It was the most bountiful search he'd ever been on and his senses had never been sharper before.
That was when he saw you, perched on one of the many columns. You wore a sweater over your suit to accommodate for Nueva York's chilling cold at night, Miguel rushed to your side. Literally.
You startled with a shrill scream when he landed right beside you, the sound of him landing was thunderous almost. "Jesus fucking Christ, Miguel! Where did you even come from?!"
"That's not important," he doesn't give you any time to process what's going on before you're being scooped up, feet dangling slightly in the air as your hands fly to his shoulders.
"Wha– Miguel!"
"Are you okay?" You paused. "You aren't."
"I didn't say anything for like one second," you sighed. "What is this about? You don't usually drop from the sky when you need me."
"You've seemed off and distant," Miguel had slowly begun to set you down, but still kept his arms wrapped tight around you. Normally, he'd be concerned for the potential amounts of people watching him. But whatever, let them stare. "It's not me, not work, and not friends. What is it? You can talk to me."
You bite your lip. "I've just–" you rubbed your face infuriatingly with your hands. "I'm on my period right now."
"Oh."
"I- I know, it's not the best excuse, but I've been distant because I just didn't want to say anything mean. Gwen made a joke I didn't like, some other spiders were talking about you funny, and I already yelled at Peter B. yesterday so I- I just—" Your head hung low, your shoulders dropped. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings."
Miguel felt like an idiot for not noticing. It all made sense, you opted out on certain missions that seemed too physically taxing. You haven't been to HQ's gym in a while too. Not to mention that you've been avoiding coffee like it was the plague no matter how much you loved it.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, "That one's for Gwen."
He pressed another to your nose bridge, "For the spiders."
He pressed two to your nose bridge, "This is for Peter."
Then he pressed five to the other side of your face, "And these are just in case I did anything that upset you beforehand."
"You didn't do anything actually," you said. "But thank you. You're always so sweet."
"That's just a given, isn't it?" Miguel pressed his forehead against yours. "Baby, you can always tell me when something is bothering you. Even if it's your period. I'll try to do my best to make you feel better, now what do you need?"
"A smoothie and take-out..."
"Let's go get it then."
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heroinnne · 14 days
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“it's our cover.”
bucky stares at the ring on his finger, a fine silver one, then his eyes drift to the one on your finger, golden with a diamond to top it off.
a cover for a mission, a freshly wedded couple on their honeymoon in paris.
he’s not sure how to feel about this.
especially with all of the feelings he has towards you.
“you picked this out, didn’t you?” he asks and you smirk, shrugging your shoulders, “can’t help myself with a little fun.” you say.
he deadpans at you.
“what?” you laugh, “you don’t like it?”
“no, it’s not that.” he huffs, fiddling with the ring, “it’s weird.”
“what's weird?” you ask softly, and when he doesn’t answer, you walk closer to him, so close that your bodies touch as you put your hands on his chest, and you tilt your head up to look at him, and you’re so, so close that he hasn’t had this kind of contact since the forties.
“bucky,” you chide gently, “why is it weird?” you tone is in a hushed whisper, and your face is so close to his that your lips are almost touching.
his heart is going a thousand miles per hour, and with everything he has done as the winter soldier, and with everything he has also done as sergeant barnes, he has never felt so weak in the knees before.
“you’re my best friend.” he whispers and sure you are his best friend, his very best friend that has helped him get through everything, his best friend that has always been by his side, and his best friend that’s almost kissing him right now.
“so?” you hum, tilting your head at him, “don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” you say, a slight frown on your face and a pout at your lips — he has been giving you one too many mixed signals for the past few months, and it’s not like there is a fine line between friends and lovers at this point, oh no, that line has been gone for too long.
“bucky.” you say softly, trailing your fingers up to his neck until they’re tugging at his hair, “do you love me or not?”
a beat of silence passes.
how is he supposed to answer that? for fuck’s sake, of course he loves you, how could he not? you’re everything for him, his entire world ever since he met you.
so why is he hesitating to answer now?
but when he sees the frown at your face and the hint of tears forming on your waterline and when you begin to pull away with a ‘im sorry’s falling from your lips, he puts his hands at your waist and pulls you close.
“i do.” he mutters softly, “i do love you.”
your breath hitches and you stare up at him, and another beat of silence passes, “then kiss me.” you murmur.
and he does, he presses his lips to your and oh how perfectly they fit against his, how perfectly soft they are, and he can taste the cherry chapstick your always wear on his tongue and he can't help but feel how all of this is familiar to him, how all of it is so, so comforting to him, how his heart beats fast but he's at peace, that he's content.
you peck his lips and you pull away slightly, a giddy smile on your face, “i love you too.” you hum softly.
and everything is just so right at this moment.
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heroinnne · 15 days
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hii! if anybody wants to join my taglist to be notified of my works pls do send in the inbox ! thank you <33
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heroinnne · 15 days
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taglist : @spdrvyn
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“it's our cover.”
bucky stares at the ring on his finger, a fine silver one, then his eyes drift to the one on your finger, golden with a diamond to top it off.
a cover for a mission, a freshly wedded couple on their honeymoon in paris.
he’s not sure how to feel about this.
especially with all of the feelings he has towards you.
“you picked this out, didn’t you?” he asks and you smirk, shrugging your shoulders, “can’t help myself with a little fun.” you say.
he deadpans at you.
“what?” you laugh, “you don’t like it?”
“no, it’s not that.” he huffs, fiddling with the ring, “it’s weird.”
“what's weird?” you ask softly, and when he doesn’t answer, you walk closer to him, so close that your bodies touch as you put your hands on his chest, and you tilt your head up to look at him, and you’re so, so close that he hasn’t had this kind of contact since the forties.
“bucky,” you chide gently, “why is it weird?” you tone is in a hushed whisper, and your face is so close to his that your lips are almost touching.
his heart is going a thousand miles per hour, and with everything he has done as the winter soldier, and with everything he has also done as sergeant barnes, he has never felt so weak in the knees before.
“you’re my best friend.” he whispers and sure you are his best friend, his very best friend that has helped him get through everything, his best friend that has always been by his side, and his best friend that’s almost kissing him right now.
“so?” you hum, tilting your head at him, “don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” you say, a slight frown on your face and a pout at your lips — he has been giving you one too many mixed signals for the past few months, and it’s not like there is a fine line between friends and lovers at this point, oh no, that line has been gone for too long.
“bucky.” you say softly, trailing your fingers up to his neck until they’re tugging at his hair, “do you love me or not?”
a beat of silence passes.
how is he supposed to answer that? for fuck’s sake, of course he loves you, how could he not? you’re everything for him, his entire world ever since he met you.
so why is he hesitating to answer now?
but when he sees the frown at your face and the hint of tears forming on your waterline and when you begin to pull away with a ‘im sorry’s falling from your lips, he puts his hands at your waist and pulls you close.
“i do.” he mutters softly, “i do love you.”
your breath hitches and you stare up at him, and another beat of silence passes, “then kiss me.” you murmur.
and he does, he presses his lips to your and oh how perfectly they fit against his, how perfectly soft they are, and he can taste the cherry chapstick your always wear on his tongue and he can't help but feel how all of this is familiar to him, how all of it is so, so comforting to him, how his heart beats fast but he's at peace, that he's content.
you peck his lips and you pull away slightly, a giddy smile on your face, “i love you too.” you hum softly.
and everything is just so right at this moment.
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heroinnne · 15 days
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“it's our cover.”
bucky stares at the ring on his finger, a fine silver one, then his eyes drift to the one on your finger, golden with a diamond to top it off.
a cover for a mission, a freshly wedded couple on their honeymoon in paris.
he’s not sure how to feel about this.
especially with all of the feelings he has towards you.
“you picked this out, didn’t you?” he asks and you smirk, shrugging your shoulders, “can’t help myself with a little fun.” you say.
he deadpans at you.
“what?” you laugh, “you don’t like it?”
“no, it’s not that.” he huffs, fiddling with the ring, “it’s weird.”
“what's weird?” you ask softly, and when he doesn’t answer, you walk closer to him, so close that your bodies touch as you put your hands on his chest, and you tilt your head up to look at him, and you’re so, so close that he hasn’t had this kind of contact since the forties.
“bucky,” you chide gently, “why is it weird?” you tone is in a hushed whisper, and your face is so close to his that your lips are almost touching.
his heart is going a thousand miles per hour, and with everything he has done as the winter soldier, and with everything he has also done as sergeant barnes, he has never felt so weak in the knees before.
“you’re my best friend.” he whispers and sure you are his best friend, his very best friend that has helped him get through everything, his best friend that has always been by his side, and his best friend that’s almost kissing him right now.
“so?” you hum, tilting your head at him, “don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” you say, a slight frown on your face and a pout at your lips — he has been giving you one too many mixed signals for the past few months, and it’s not like there is a fine line between friends and lovers at this point, oh no, that line has been gone for too long.
“bucky.” you say softly, trailing your fingers up to his neck until they’re tugging at his hair, “do you love me or not?”
a beat of silence passes.
how is he supposed to answer that? for fuck’s sake, of course he loves you, how could he not? you’re everything for him, his entire world ever since he met you.
so why is he hesitating to answer now?
but when he sees the frown at your face and the hint of tears forming on your waterline and when you begin to pull away with a ‘im sorry’s falling from your lips, he puts his hands at your waist and pulls you close.
“i do.” he mutters softly, “i do love you.”
your breath hitches and you stare up at him, and another beat of silence passes, “then kiss me.” you murmur.
and he does, he presses his lips to your and oh how perfectly they fit against his, how perfectly soft they are, and he can taste the cherry chapstick your always wear on his tongue and he can't help but feel how all of this is familiar to him, how all of it is so, so comforting to him, how his heart beats fast but he's at peace, that he's content.
you peck his lips and you pull away slightly, a giddy smile on your face, “i love you too.” you hum softly.
and everything is just so right at this moment.
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heroinnne · 15 days
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hi! can i just say that your drabbles are super duper cute... i love them sm, i read them before i go to bed like a bedtime story... i'd love to be part of your taglist ^_^ ♡
hiii! yes of course! and thank you so much for the compliment <333
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heroinnne · 16 days
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you and miguel ended on really bad terms
it’s not that he was a bad boyfriend or anything — well, he kind of was, he just wasn’t that bad, he was loving, sure, sweet at times, brought you gifts whenever he could, introduced you to some of his friends but, he had a really bad habit of prioritizing work above anything else.
work was always at the top for miguel, it was practically his entire life — he spent most of his hours either at his alchemax or at his office at your shared apartment, writing reports and whatnot.
that, of course, resulted with him spending less time with you.
over the span of the two years you dated him in, no matter how many times you chided and scolded him about it, he never changed his habit and when you finally at your peak, you blew up at him.
and after a really, really bad fight, things ended on really, really bad term.
it took you a while to get over him, but after some time and some wine, you finally did.
so now, why is he at the same bar as you, beating up a guy that was feeling you up?
you’re standing there, stunned with your drink in your hand watching the scene unfold before you, watching as miguel beats the absolute crap out of that perv’s face.
eventually, some people crowd up against them, and manage to separate miguel off of the guy, by that time, you’ve drawn yourself out of the bar.
unfortunately ( fortunately ) miguel manages to catch up to you.
he calls out your name and it stops you and you turn around to focus on him and he catches up to you.
his hand finds its way to your waist, and a concerned frown is etched on his face, “are you okay?”
you clear your throat, a slight blush on your face from the contact, “yeah.”
miguel notices his hand is at a place it shouldn’t be, and he quickly retract it — it’s not like he could’ve helped it though, given the fact that the two of you were ex-lovers, it was a force of habit.
a beat passes and he clears his throat. he asks, “are you sure?”
you try for a smile and nod your head, “i’m sure.”
another beat passes in silence, the both of you staring at each other, taking in each other’s appearance — you in a short red dress, with your hair and make up done, maybe you were he for a date, miguel thinks.
fuck, he’s missed you so much.
sure, it’s been six month since the break up, but miguel never really got over you.
he knew he fucked up big time when that fight happened, that fight that ended everything, miguel knew he was at fault yet he failed to admit that at the time.
maybe now he’s ready.
just when you turn and are about to leave, he grabs your arm, muttering a soft, “i’m sorry.”
your breath hitches, “come again?” you heard what he said, you just weren’t sure if you heard it right.
“i’m sorry.” he says again, his voice cleared this time, “for everything. for everything i’ve done. i’m sorry.”
and he means it, he misses you so bad and he’s matured enough now to suck up and admit his mistakes.
“i’m sorry for not giving you enough of my time, i’m sorry for putting work above you, i shouldn’t have done that and i know that i really fucked up.” he admits.
your heart is beating against your chest at his sincere words and apology, you know he’s being truthful with you right now.
“i miss you.” he admits, his voice soft.
a slight smile stretches at your lips, because against your bitter will, you missed him too.
“i miss you too.” and at your words, a smile finds its way to miguel’s lips.
“and i accept your apology.” you add.
he chuckles, and his heart is beating out of his chest with joy, “so we good?”
“yeah,” you smile at him, “i’ll give you a call sometime?"
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heroinnne · 16 days
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hii! if anybody wants to join my taglist to be notified of my works pls do send in the inbox ! thank you <33
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heroinnne · 16 days
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a drabble will be out tonight hopefully :)
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the first time miguel met you, he was on patrol.
he saved you from a falling building that you were standing under with a dumbfounded expression on and unmoving — he managed to get you to safety but as soon as you were far away from danger, he was scolding you, telling you something about how you should get your damn legs moving when there’s rubble falling from above.
you had apologized at the time with a shaky voice, telling him how much you panicked that you froze — he only scoffed in response, mumbling about how you should be more careful before swinging away.
of course, at the time you only knew him as the snarky and rude spiderman of nueva york.
the second time miguel met you was on the sidewalk while he was heading for his job.
it was a nice morning, a soft breeze rippled his clothes and the sun kissed his skin warmly, he figured he'd stop for a coffee and that it wouldn’t hurt if he walked the way to the office, right?
before he knew it, your body was colliding with his and his coffee spilled to the ground ( thankfully not on his shirt, though ) he muttered a few curses in spanish, staring at the crumpled cup that used to be his drink, now spilled on the ground — it wasn’t until he registered the panicked apologies that he realized it was you.
the same civilian he saved a few days ago.
you looked out of place, in a rush with a white blouse that was half tucked into your black pants, your hair a bit of a mess as if you had just gotten out of bed.
you looked like you were late to work, and in your hurried steps, you had accidentally bumped into a stranger.
miguel told you that it was fine and you shouldn't worry about his coffee in a rather passive aggressive tone but that didn’t cut your apologies short and instead you offered to buy him another coffee and when he refused, you dragged him to the nearest coffeehouse anyway and insisted that you’d buy him another drink in compensation for the one you made him spill.
miguel figured he couldn’t refuse you at that point, you seemed rather insistent and stubborn, so he gave in to your offer and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to have his spilled coffee replaced.
despite having his morning ruined by bumping into someone, you out of all people —  he’d say his day went great actually.
the third time miguel met you was at a work party.
he thought the voice he heard talking to another coworker sounded all too familiar, so when he turned around to see who it was, surely enough it was you, in a pretty little panel skirt red dress — your hair and make up done almost too well, and you didn't look hurried or panicked like the last two times he had seen you, rather, you looked relaxed, confident even, a soft smile on your painted red lips, and sparkling eyes as you spoke to your colleague.
miguel's mouth was practically agape as he drank the sight of you in — how come you were so pretty?
well, you were always pretty, he thinks, it was just amplified now.
especially with the way that dress fitted your body so good — miguel wondered how he has never seen you at the office before.
miguel’s feet had a mind of their own because moments later he found himself walking over to you, drink in hand and offering it to you.
your eyes widened with recognition and you were immediately stumbling over your words, realizing he was the man you bumped into a week ago and spilled his coffee, but most importantly, the big bad scary boss of alchemax that you were meeting for the very first time, and he was offering you a drink.
you accepted it, of course.
two drinks later and you may have gotten too tipsy that you started telling him about how spiderman saved you one time, held you and scolded you. miguel could only laugh in response, because unbeknownst to you, they were the same person.
but then you started ranting about how you had the fattest crush on him and miguel almost choked on his drink — he knew if you were sober, you would've probably nqever said that out loud.
instead, he humored you, listened to you rant about the superhero and how attracted you were to him with an amused smile on his face — the first smile miguel had ever worn at the office.
of course, all of the other employees were stunned at how their boss seemed so relaxed and maybe even amused for the first time — considering how much he hated office parties, and the office in general.
several drinks later and at the end of the night, miguel was walking you out of the office building because you were too drunk not to trip over your own feet, he asked you if you had a ride home which you responded to with a slurred 'no'.
miguel decided, since he was a superhero, he’d save you just one more time and drive you home, to safety, just without the mask this time.
midway through the drive home, you started rambling on again, this time about how you thought miguel himself was attractive, he let out a surprised laugh, it sounded a bit choked before he decided to tease you and ask you why you thought he was attractive.
you shrugged, your cheeks flushed form the alcohol and eyes half lidded before you murmured, "you remind me of spiderman."
he only chuckled a bit in response to that, and decided to not push it any further so you wouldn't somehow uncover his secret identity in your drunken state.
fifteen minutes later and he was parked under your apartment building, at least the one you pointed at, he asked you if you could get up to your apartment on your own to which you gave him a sheepish smile and shook your head.
he decided that it wouldn't hurt if he helped you to your doorstep.
surely enough, it was a struggle to get you out of the car, your legs shook and you leaned all your weight on him, mumble out incoherent 'sorry's and 'excuse me's.
miguel held you against him, an entertained smile on his face — it's then end of the night, your make up has worn out a bit and your hair was gathered intona ponytail to keep it out of your face — and even though you looked dazed from the one too many drinks you had, miguel though you still looked pretty, too pretty.
he got you into the elevator and you pressed the key to your floor  toy leaned on him for support, letting out a soft hiccup once in a while — "i'm not…always like this, i swear." you said in a quiet mumble, your words a quiet mumble. miguel laughed, shaking his head at you, "it's fine."
once you reached your floor, miguel helped you find your keys in your purse to open the door to your apartment — you managed so successfully, "I'm sure you'll be okay from here on out, yeah?" miguel asked, a hand on your back to support you still.
you nodded, turning to face him — a moment of silence passed with you just staring at him, before you leaned over to him, standing on your tippy toes and pressing your body against his, your lips touched his in a soft peck — though it was enough for him to get a taste of you, a whiff of your sweet perfume , and it was a little too much for him to process, the feel of your body against his, the softness of your lips fitted with his, and his heart was doing cartwheels.
you pulled away, gazing up at him, before softly murmuring "you're so pretty."
and then you smiled, walking into you apartment and shutting the door behind you, leaving miguel stunned and with the taste of you lingering on his lips.
fuck, you were too pretty.
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miguel doesn't ask for comfort, even when he desperately needs it.
it's a game of guessing with him, really — you have to look out for the subtle changes in his body language to tell if he's upset or stressed, like the slightly more deepend furrow of his eyebrows or the clench of his jaw, the constant sighing and grunting when he does anything, the way he runs his hand through his hair or across his face as he works — nobody but you would really catch on to these kind of stuff they’d just think he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed again — but not you, you know miguel, you know when he’s out of it.
tonight is another night of patrol for miguel — he knows that you don't sleep unless he has made it home, so it was no surprise that when he’d gotten in through the balcony of your shared apartment, he found you, sitting on the couch even though it was three in the middle of the night an you had work early morning.
he murmurs a quiet ‘i’m home’ under his breath — and you notice it, the slump of his shoulders, the slight frown on his face as if he’s thinking about something, not to mention the way he just walks past you to the bathroom, without even a hello or a kiss, as if you weren’t there, or maybe he just didn’t want to acknowledge you.
you leave him be, you know when he needs his space, you can imagine how rough patrol can be on him, he probably needs a moment of peace in the shower. so, with that, you head back towards the bedroom, and get comfortable under the sheets.
not long after, the door to the bedroom opens and miguel steps in, wearing a loose white shirt and sweatpants, his damp hair brush back, and you notice just how heavy his eyebags are, and the growing bruise on the side of his jaw.
he heads towards the bed and sits on the edge of his side, his back turned to you and his head hangs low and you notice that he’s breathing somewhat heavy, his usually inaudible inhales loud this time and you wonder if he’s having another one of his panic attacks.
you sit up, leaning over to him, your fingers gently touch his back, and his muscles are tense under your caress — he turns his head slightly over you, just so that your gaze can catch his, you give him a soft smile “hi.”
the frown on his face eases slightly, “hey.” his gruff voice is unusually quiet and raspy.
“you okay?” you ask softly, your fingers tracing patterns on his back.
“yeah.” he lies, cause of course he does, he knows that you know he’s not okay, and even though he knows you're the first person he should be honest with when it comes to his well being, he can’t break the habit of spilling meaningless and false, ‘i’m fine’ from his lips.
you hum in response and he craves your touch when you pull away from him and lean back on the bed — you spread your arms slightly, as if inviting him in for your embrace.
he doesn’t hesitate much, he leans over to you, letting your small arms wrap around his broad shoulders as you place a soft kiss to his lips, and another one to the bruise on his jaw, your touch so gentle before he buries his face in your chest and wraps his arms around your waist, the rest of his body lays comfortably between your legs and you let out a soft laugh when he lets out a deep hum.
“how was patrol today?” you ask him, your fingers running through his hair.
“don’t wanna talk about it.” he grumbles, nuzzling his face further in your chest, inhaling in your familiar scent.
you don’t ask him about it again, instead just opting for the comfortable silence that falls over the two of you, you notice the small blue and purple blotches that littered his neck and shoulders and you notice how his breathing has calmed down too.
your hands move from his hair to his nape, your fingers pressing down lightly on his skin to massage it, and he lets out a grunt of content in response.
he’s always liked that about you, how gentle your touch is, how carefully you handle him, it wasn’t something he was used to or allowed himself to get used to with anyone, before you anyway.
“I like it when you do that.” he mutters as your hands trail down to his back, massaging it as well, caressing his muscles, your touch so tender.
“I know.” you hum in response, a small smile tugging at your lips when he looks up at you with an unamused expression, but nevertheless he can’t help but lean into your touch more.
“relax, miguel.” you tell him, your hands move up to his face an you cup his cheeks, leaning in to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, “how about some sleep, yeah?”
you've always been so gentle with him, your touch so mellow that he can’t help but melt from it, and your voice so soft that his heart leaped every time he heard it and he couldn’t help but give in to everything you told him.
he nods and rolls on his side, his arm still wrapped around your waist and he holds you close — your presence a comfort to him, and he wants to stay like this forever -— just the two of you, alone, sharing this moment of delicate touch and tranquility forever.
he kisses the top of your head and asks, “can you call in sick for work tomorrow?” because tomorrow is his off day, and he wants to spend it with you, just a lazy sunday in bed.
you chuckle, the sound muffled by your face buried in his chest, “‘course.”
“good.” he hums in response, and despite all of todays stresses and fights, he can’t help but feel at peace with you in his arms.
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heroinnne · 16 days
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“are you okay?”
marc asks, gripping your arm and checking you over for any lethal injuries, his brows knitted in worry.
“i’m fine.” you say, wiping away at some blood that was on your cheek from a cut.
the two of you are in the aftermath of another fight — and you got caught up in the crossfire, and bravely — or stupidly, depends on where you see this from —  you had jumped in to defend marc.
“you shouldn’t have done that.” marc says, pushing off your hand and wiping the rest of the blood off of your cheek.
“marc, i told you —” he cuts you off, “it was stupid and reckless.”
“marc —”
“do you know what would've happened if i didn’t get there in time?”
“i’m —”
“you could’ve died, y/n!” he cries out, and he doesn’t know what he would've done if you did, you weren’t meant for all of this, the fighting, the violence, the hurt.
you were too fragile, too chaste.
and he was all you had for protection at a place and time you shouldn’t have been at.
“and it would've been my fault.” he continues, his voice gruff and weak, and his hand shakes in yours, and you notice the tears welling up in his eyes even as he casts his gaze down so you wouldn’t see.
“marc,” you say softy, cupping his face in your hand as you tilt his head up to face you, and when a tear slips, you wipe it away with your thumb, “i’m okay.” you reassure him.
“look at me,” you say softly, “i’m as good as new.” you try to joke to lighten the mood but it doesn’t work.
you lean in closer, pressing your lips against his in an attempt to comfort him, to ground him to your presence.
it works as you feel him melt into the kiss, his hand holding yours and he knows that you’re here.
you pull away slight from the kiss, and you whisper against his lips,
“come on, let’s go home.”
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