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adora-but-ginger · 11 months

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(Not So) Champagne Problems

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

summary: he had infuriated you, and you deserved a drink.

word count: 3.2(ish)

warnings: drinking, reader being at a bar, intoxication, drunk!reader, swearing, a stabbing and an injury, angst but also fluff don't you worry, a little bit of klepto tendencies, no y/n used, mentions of death?, brief talk of a lack of self-care, miguel having feeeeelings

a/n: it's one am and i crunched this out in two days so no beta we die like men (gender neutral). also since i don't speak spanish i used spanishdict.com, but if i messed anything up please let me know and i will fix it!

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one more thing! don't repost my stories, otherwise i can sense a real nasty cold coming your way that will last just long enough that it becomes annoying, and when you think it's gone it will come back for another week. don't be like that, you don't want that, do you?

thank you for reading! -ella

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By now, the sun had long set, and your vision was a little blurry.

You had to have been on what, four? Five drinks? And were surely going to be cut off if you asked for another. But you fucking deserved these drinks, after what Miguel had put you through. He had the nerve to bench you after you saved his life.

The only other thing he had was the audacity.

As you placed the remnants of the fruity drink back down on the bar, your mind swirled with what had gone down earlier that day.

"Where's our anomaly at?" You heard Peter B shout from behind you, a giggling mayday in the baby carrier attached to his front.

"I'm rounding on them now, Miguel do you see them from up top?" How Jess could speak into her comms without the wind from her bike getting picked up was beyond you. You were swinging through a train tunnel of this particular universe, tasked with trying to catch the anomaly alongside Peter B from below. Jess took the road route, and Miguel took the birds eye--there was no way this villain of the week had a shot at escaping.

"Yeah Jess, eyes on them now. Heading down."

Woof. Miguel got on your nerves more than you'd like to admit, but man did his voice send a shiver down your spine.

"We're existing the tunnel now, eyes on them." You answered for Peter and you, checking back to make sure he was still good before the light of the day enveloped your vision.

One thing led to another, and soon enough you saw what was going to happen before you could warn him. There was the anomaly, fighting Miguel, who stood with his claws out and fangs bared. This anomaly could phase between states of solid and liquid, and just as Miguel was about to paralyze them, they switched states, forming back to solid right behind him.

And sure, maybe you had a certain lack of self-preservation that made the team a little concerned, but you had lost enough in your life to get to that point. So that's why when you moved to block the anomaly's strike from Miguel instead allowing the hit to come to you, you didn't think much of it. In fact, you'd gotten your hopes up thinking that he might even be grateful.

But no, he was most certainly not. The anomaly was quickly taken down afterwards, the familiar glow of Miguel's red eyes painting your vision every now and then as the job finished up. The anomaly had stabbed you, not in anywhere too concerning, but it still hurt.

From there it was a bit of a blur, with images of the portal and the team and Miguel running through your mind, until you were in the infirmary with stitches in your shoulder and the tall brooding man towering over you with his arms crossed.

"You were stupid." He had said in the infirmary.

"A thank you would have been nice. My shoulder is the same height as your heart, and the anomaly had a perfect shot." You had scoffed at him, and his face had flashed with a look mixed between anger and something you couldn't quite place.

"And what if they missed and had gotten your neck instead? In no universe do I want to deal with you dying, especially right in front of me, for me." His tone had developed a softer edge toward the tail end of the sentence, his jaw clenching. He hated the vulnerability, and you saw right through him.

You weren't too sure what you and him were, in terms of a label. Sure, you'd been one of the first spider-people to be recruited into his (not so) little boy band, and sure you had seen glimpses of him that no other spider-person had seen, but the latter had only been done late after hours between shared cups of tea or as he laid in bed falling asleep holding you. But then again, he always had that stoic look to him otherwise, with his mountain of an ego and his asshole-like behavior.

It was complicated with him.

"Plus, I would have to deal with mess of your death." There it was.

You rolled your eyes and stood to get up, him walking to your side to help you maintain balance from the pain of your cells rapidly healing.

"For the next few missions, I want you back with Lyla."

You turned to him then with anger washing over you. "You're benching me?"

"Yes, until you can prove you're not going to do something as reckless as that again."

And then the argument broke out, and he fought you on your recklessness and its consequences. Well, fuck him then.

He never took the time to think about what would happen if the anomaly did strike him, heightened healing abilities or not. It's hard to heal from an impaling of the heart. And he refused to listen to anything you said to justify your actions.

He was so bullheaded and strict, and you were tired of it, tired of him. If he wanted to bench you? Fine. But he could kiss those late nights goodbye, no matter how much you craved his sweatpants and t-shirt look, with his fluffy, soft hair, his so broad shoulders, the fangs, oh the fangs, and his a-- enough.

Snap yourself out of it. You cursed to yourself and flagged the bartender down, your intoxicated state making your hand sway a little as you did so. The bartender looked over at you and shook their head, making you loll your head back in irritation.

Big mistake.

Rapidly shutting your eyes, a groan accompanied you as you felt the effects of the alcohol sink in. You had taken off your watch too which you severely regretted now, because not only were you about to glitch any minute, you needed to talk to Peter. He would know what to do, and the watch was the quickest way to contact him. But it was in your bag somewhere, and you would rather suffer the consequences than even try to look in that thing right now.

His spider senses must have been pretty accurate because not even three minutes later your phone was ringing, his name appearing on the screen.

He spoke your name into the phone upon your answering, and you chuckled as you pictured him in that pink robe, probably pacing in some rabbit slippers too. Not that there was anything wrong with that of course.

"Hey Petey B, what's up?" You tried to muster all of the shards of your soberness to sound as articulate as possible, which was not much.

"Where are you? Hobie said he saw you walk out after getting in a fight with the big guy, and we've been trying to get ahold of you for hours now!"

You snorted. "I'm fine, Peter, just..." You trailed off, the sight of a rather interesting wine bottle catching your attention.

Your name was called again, his voice reverberating through the microphone. "Hm? Hey Peter, Can I tell you a secret?" You whispered back, a giggle following the beginning of your little confession.

"Are-are you drunk?"

You scoffed and continued on disregarding what he said. "Miguel definitely doesn't want me sharing this, but he's being a big ol' mean bundle of muscles so I'm going to anyway." You looked around to make sure no one else was listening to your drunken ramble and whispered into the phone. "He'll deny it until the day he dies, but he likes being the little spoon." Another giggle followed after that, thinking of what else to tell the brown-haired father about Miguel.

"Yep, oookay you are definitely drunk, and in no universe did I want to learn that information. Where are you? Lyla--" You tuned out after that, focusing again on that wine bottle you fancied. It would make for a perfect vase, and if you could just avoid bringing attention to yourself--

"Hey! Listen, I have to get back home with mayday, but Lyla found your location and is sending for someone to pick you up, okay?" His concerned voice made you worry a little. Maybe he needed a little pick me up.

"Peter you should know that you're such a good friend, you don't need to worry silly." A hiccup accompanied your words of attempted comfort. "You don't need to have anyone come get me, I'm fine--"

That's when the pain started--your heart feeling like it was being ripped from you. The feeling surged through your body at a wicked pace then, with your nerves burning as if they were on fire. You felt like you could feel your molecules splitting apart, the pain circling through you for what felt like an eternity, when in reality it couldn't have been more than a few moments.

You hadn't glitched in a while, and you forgot how much it hurt and threw you off-balance. Add on top that you were pretty intoxicated, and you felt like your world was upside down, literally, because your vision danced, and you couldn't locate any solid surface to grab onto.

You must have dropped your phone while you glitched because it was no longer in your hand, and as your senses started to half-hazardly return, you fought to keep everything in your system. Yeah, you seriously regretted not putting the watch back on. Of course, they could still track it if it wasn't on your wrist. You should have just left it at the Spider Society. Or better, you should've just returned home.

But you needed to escape, and you weren't thinking clearly after you fought with Miguel.

Miguel. Stupid, cold, stoic Miguel. Hot, soft, sexy Miguel. Couldn't hold in his anger for the life of him and doesn't know how to properly process emotions Miguel. Sweet, aggravatingly cute, loving Miguel.

"You think I'm cute?"

The low accented voice made you whip around, your head catching up a moment after your body, making you sway. You stuck your hands out to catch yourself from falling off the chair, your arm hitting a hard surface.

Ow. Did you just say that out loud?

"Yes, you did." The same voice, unimpressed, crossed his arms.

There Miguel stood, clad in everyday clothes, jaw clenched and shoulders taught as he looked at you in your drunken state. "Come on, we're going home." He grabbed your arm from where it laid against his chest, lowering it while using his other hand to support you while you stood up. You could hear him say a string of curses in Spanish before meeting your eyes, an annoyed look reflecting from them.

"You can't just walk out of there into the city this late at night without telling anyone that you're leaving. Something bad could've happened to you."

You rolled your eyes and pushed his arm away, reaching for your bag and missing a couple times before grabbing its handle. "Oh, stop pretending you care, Mr. 'you're off duty even though I'd be dead if you hadn't stepped in'." Almost stepping on your dropped phone, you bent over to try to pick it up, nearly falling over as you did so, the world spinning. A hand lightly grabbed your waist to steady you, and you cursed at his subtle show of affection.

"You dealt with that by getting drunk?" He said as he helped you back up, placing some money on the bar. "That's extremely irresponsible."

"Tough talk coming from someone who gets his anger out by throwing desks." Why did he have to be the one to pick you up? Why couldn't it have been literally anyone else?

An annoyed huff sounded from him then, and you turned to fully face the spider. Giving him a good once over, you couldn't help but become a little flustered at how he looked. Yes, you were extremely fed up with him right now, but jeans, on that ass? Accompanied with the compression shirt he donned, well, you took a good drink of him in. Enough of that, he benched you.

"We're going home, come on." He tried to coax you from your spot again, but to no avail. You may be drunk, but you still were stubborn.

You scrunched your eyebrows and crossed your arms. "No. Not until you un-bench me."

You heard him take another deep breath, you clearly getting on his nerves, but you couldn't care less. "I took you off duty because you don't care about yourself and your well-being, and until you can prove that you're going to be safe out there, we'll find something for you to do."

He really had the nerve, huh? "Oh come on, you would have done the same for me, and you know exactly why I did why I did. Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn't have taken my place if the roles were reversed.

He hesitated a moment, deciding whether or not to indulge your drunken challenge.

"I wouldn't have."

You snorted in response, pushing his hand away from you. "Liar." The floor was still spinning, but you weren't going to show any signs of that to him. You tried to turn around and wave for another drink to be brought your way, but the bartender paid you no mind. "If you think you can come in here and be mean to me, especially after earlier, think again Miguel."

He grabbed your shoulder then, turning you towards him a second? Third time? He was always more touchy when it was just the two of you, not that you were complaining. You heard him mumble under his breath, though he never talked that loud in public settings--you figured it had something to do with his fangs. Oh, those fangs, those--

Snap out of it.

"Dios mío, mi amor (Oh my god, my love). I didn't mean it like that. You know I would have done the same, it's just that..." He trailed off, and you in turn raised your eyebrow.

If he was going to admit anything right now, whether you were drunk or not, he was going to fully say it. "Hmm?"

He had let the last part of that slip out and was thankful that you hadn't said anything about it. Once he realized the situation he was in though, he begrudgingly continued. "I tend to not think as straight when I'm around you sometimes, and it leads me to make rash decisions. I know you did it out of care."

"And?"

His stone-like facial expression finally, finally dropped, and you could take that for a win in itself. "And I'm sorry for benching you, but you have to see where I'm coming from."

And maybe you should have dropped it there, for you were able to get an apology out of Miguel, which not many people could say the same for. But your liquid confidence pushed you forward, bringing a finger to his chest. He lit this fuse, and you weren't going to let the fire go out just yet.

"If you don't let me go, I'm just going to sneak out to join a mission anyway. Leader of the Spider Society or not, you're not withholding me from something I enjoy doing." You could see the conflict on his face, but you knew you had won; after all, you were telling the truth. Either he let you go on the missions, or you were going to find a way to get on one anyways.

But this isn't how arguments got resolved, and you weren't sure he was used to someone talking back to him. Arguments were solved with compromise, so that's what you decided to do. "Okay, how about this. I'm not used to looking out for myself, but I'll try to do it more, yeah?"

He visibly relaxed at that, and maybe that was what he needed to hear all along. He knew that he was in too deep with you, and after Peter had told him of your late-night outing, his senses got a little frenzied. He couldn't put a name to the feelings he felt for you just yet, or maybe he could but he was afraid, but all rational went out the window when he found out that you were out here, not sober, in a universe you did not live in, by yourself. It was a recipe for disaster, and almost gave him freaking heart palpitations.

He had rushed to your location, and whether he was still frustrated with you or not, he loved cared for you and wanted you safe.

You were going to be the death of him, and he would willingly follow the reaper if that meant he got to spend the rest of his time with you.

At your offer he relaxed a bit, maybe he was being a little harsh. "Fine, I'll agree to that." He saw your eyes light up and quickly continued. "But only if I join you the next few missions, okay? You really had me worried today." You nodded at that, and the ghost of a smile could be seen on his lips. This was a whole lot better than fighting. Giving you a once over, he could tell that exhaustion was hitting you. "How about we head back home, mi querido/a, y ve a dormir (my dear, and go to sleep) . You can stay at my place for the night, sleep this off. I'll get you some medicine to help with the headache tomorrow, okay?"

You stifled a yawn, and his heart melted at the sight of you. Yeah, he was in deep. "Yeah, sounds good." Just as he dropped the tension in his jaw and shoulders again though, your frame began to glitch. He reached both his hands now to your shoulders to ground you. Why hadn't you put your watch back on? Why had you taken it off in the first place? You were blinking furiously when you returned to normal, falling into his touch.

Without a second thought he took his own off and secured it on your wrist, after all he wouldn't need his until tomorrow, when he traveled again. "Where's your watch?" He raced out, holding gently onto you. Eyes wide and mind scrambled, the moment you motioned towards your bag he retrieved it, setting it on his own person before ushering you out of the bar. "Are you alright?" He hated that his voice held a tinge of panic, but his stomach dropped at seeing you glitch, knowing how the pain felt first hand. You mumbled a yeah, and he walked with you back to his place. Swinging would make you all the more queasy.

When you two got in the door, he gave you another once over. "Are you doing better, are you sure you're okay?" You nodded, and the next thing he knew you were against his chest, hugging him.

Maybe he was freaking out a little on the inside at this, but he couldn't remember the last time he had received a hug. Returning the embrace, he murmured to you. "I've got some clothes you can change into, let's get you in bed." He heard an 'okay' slip from you, and he led you to his room.

And as he tucked you into his bed before heading to go change himself, dare he say that his heart fluttered when he heard you speak.

"Thank you Miggy, I love you."

And as sleep lulled you into its song, he was left momentarily frozen, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome warmth filling his chest. Because drunk words are sober thoughts, aren't they?

#spiderman #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #oscaar isaac #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you

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celestialblueboy · 5 months

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I hate to say it, but some of us deserve wedgies. These middle aged men are just trying to do their jobs and we are going feral.

Bullying won’t stop me, but I think it would help.

#david tennant #Crowley #doctor who #michael sheen #aziraphale #pedro pascal #oscaar isaac #OFMD #good omens #rhys darby #ed teach #stede bonnet #tom hiddleston #hannibal #will graham #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens season 2 #our flag means death

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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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Bensolosbluesaber’s Fic Masterlist (Updated 9/9)

Welcome to my Masterlist! This post was getting out of control, so I’ve recently reworked it to be organized by character. You can follow the links below to access each characters’ individual Masterlist.

Please note that some fics are 18+.

Tag Lists: I am struggling to keep up. If you have requested to be on a tag list and I missed it, I am genuinely so sorry! I’m moving to a Google Form so I don’t miss anyone. If you are on my list, I will leave you there. If you want added, please use the Google Form linked above. Thank you!!

Requests: Requests are semi open. Feel free to submit! I am happy to complete requests whenever I can, but unfortunately I can’t guarantee I will get to yours in a timely manner!

Tipping: Please, please, please do not feel pressured to tip! I'm writing because I love writing. I am grateful if you want to tip; it's a nice bonus for something I spend a lot of time doing. But ultimately I'm here to have fun and write fanfiction not get paid, so seriously no pressure!

Moon Knight System (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, & Jake Lockley)

Baron Helmut Zemo

Poe Dameron

Miguel O’Hara

Nathan Bateman (Coming Soon)

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gleesonarchive · 7 days

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It's been 9 years since the premiere of Ex Machina! 🤖

Here's a couple of behind the scenes images on the set of the film with Alex Garland and Oscar Isaac in Norway. (Also featuring an elusive new/old image of Domhnall on the bottom)

📷 Rob Hardy (11.08.2013)

#domhnall gleeson #2013 #2014 #ex machina #oscaar isaac #alex garland #rob hardy #bts #behind the scenes

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hainethehero · 9 months

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Steven Grant: *always runs away from a fight*

Steven Grant Rogers: *always running into fights*

#marvel #captain america #steve rogers #avengers #james bucky barnes #tony stark #mcu #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #chris evans #oscaar isaac #marvel parallels #marvel opposites

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severusimpact · 2 years

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The holy trinity

The son

The father

The holy spirit

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an-unofficial-author · 1 year

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This

#oscaar isaac #moon knight #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moonknight #marvel memes #moon knight meme #memes #meme

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imwonderstuck · 2 years

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pov: oscar isaac as your boyfriend - icons

❤️please like/reblog if you use/save

#oscaar isaac #oscaar isaac icons #oscar isaac boyfriend material #icons

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daydreamvalley · 7 months

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Miguel O’Hara is literally a Pinterest girl. An aesthetic if you will.

#Miguelcore #spiderman 2099 #fanfic aesthetic #miguel o’hara fanart #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara fluff #carlos sainz #oscaar isaac #soft miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fic #miguel headcanons #spiderman 2099 x reader

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l0caltiredgirl · 2 years

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it’s a CRIME that moonknight only has 6 episodes >:(

how am i supposed to cope with life after tomorrow??

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #oscaar isaac #mr knight

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adora-but-ginger · 10 months

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Soon You'll Get Better

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

summary: you were going to get better. you had to.

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: buckle up and get ready folks because we are headed on a one way ticket to angst town today, fluff at the end though don't worry, swearing, hospitals and talk of death, please do not read this if you feel like you are not in a comfortable head space for it, as this takes place in a hospital and revolves around the possibility of death (no one dies though it's okay), Miguel crying

a/n: i. almost cried making this three. times. miguel is soft in this story because i said so. it's sad, and you might cry.

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He made sure that the flowers were the color you liked the most.

They smelled of a summer day, memories of your first days in the HQ making him grip the stems just a little tighter.

He knew you liked the ones that were just about to bloom, so you could watch it happen, watch them come to life. The florist in your universe knew him by name now, and another shard of him broke apart every time they gave him 'that' look, with slivers of pity filling the flower-tender's irises.

You would like the sky today, how the birds were singing along the treetops, how the city's skyline mixed with the graying clouds. He never paid attention to the sky, to the clouds, until he met you.

The universe had to have something against him at this point. Gabi still haunted his every waking moment, and if you didn't wake up--no. you would wake up. The doctors had said that they were hopeful, but then again, they could just be lessening the blow. It had been three weeks, and it choked him up when a part of him whispered that he had already lost you, too.

He was losing hope.

He walked his way to the hospital, you always hated cabs. Your universe was vastly different from his own, but they were both beautiful in their own respective way. Yours reminded him of watercolor paint to his acrylic.

He always hated hospitals. That's why he refused to go to the spidey medbay back at HQ, why he always patched himself up unless you were there. The only reason you weren't at that infirmary was because of your last words to him, when you desperately grasped his hand, blood trickling down your temple. You had looked him in the eyes, and his stomach was practically ripped from him when your eyes lost your focus. He squeezed your hand tighter then, pleading, begging, for you to stay with him. You had only the strength to whisper, and only a sentence escaped your split lips as you squeezed back.

"The sky, isn't it lovely?"

And then you let go, you went limp, and his heart stopped. You were in civilian clothes thank god, because you had gotten into this position trying to protect someone as you were grabbing your dinner for the two of them. He had froze when Lyla alerted his watch of your situation, you should’ve been home twenty minutes ago, and he completely shut down when he saw your state, ambulance sirens in the distance. He held you, bleeding to death in his arms as the portal behind him snapped shut.

He hasn't slept much since then.

It was some advanced technology that they used while you shoved the scared civilian out of harm's way, taking their place. The technology used was one that he had never seen outside of this universe. Your doctors knew how to handle it, but he didn't. He failed, again. He hadn't gotten there soon enough, and he was paying for it.

The hospital was always too bright, too bland, too full of the ghosts of those who never made it out the exit doors. The nurses greeted him as he walked in, the 'Good afternoon Mr. O'Hara's’ echoing off of the sterile walls.

You had been in a comatose for three weeks, and he had been showing up every day for three weeks. He would come to this horrid place every day of the rest of his damn life if that meant that he was there for when you woke up.

Because you were going to wake up.

You had to.

Your room had the best view he could manage to convince the doctors to give you, and he knocked three times before he went into it. The familiar smells of a hospital room assaulted his nose upon entering the stiff space, the only noise being your heart monitor.

Miguel made his usual rounds, walking to your bed and making sure you had the blankets just the way you like them.

"Hello gorgeous, you'd like the flowers I got today."

It was weird, talking out loud in a room full of two whilst only one responded. Your room was relatively high up, and you could see the waterfront in the distance. He picked up the wilting flowers that resided in the wine-bottle vase that you had gifted him long ago. He went over to the sink to rinse the vase out, and a fresh wave of guilt and nerves washed through his body as the water washed out the fallen petals.

And then he followed the same steps he followed for the past three weeks. He sat down in the chair next to your bed, setting the new bouquet down in the vase on the side table, and he talked. He talked about what you were missing out on at HQ, about the adventures that he went on in the various universes that day, about which nurses and doctors you'd prefer.

He wasn't one to talk, but he would for you. He felt safe to talk in front of you, he always did. The team back at the spider society knew about what happened and popped in every now and then too, but it was never for too long. Miguel on the other hand practically lived there, having maneuvered the chairs into an easy but uncomfortable bed for himself to lay in long after the sun said goodnight. He brought his excess work, he brought the flowers, and he sat by your side. Then the sun would rise, he would leave, keep the multiverse in check, and come back.

You two had never said 'I love you' to each other, but that's okay. At least, that's what he told himself as the days pressed on, because he knew that the minute your eyes would open, and they would open, he would speak them to you, hell he would get on his knees and pledge his love for you for the world to hear, if that meant you would wake up.

But for now, he could show his love in his being there, in his gifts, in his bringing meals to eat with you, in his reading to you, in his shitty commentary of the sitcoms your universe had on the television.

This was the most vulnerable he'd been in quite a while, and he didn't really know how to process it. He started crying more, but only here. He would cry as he laughed at a stupid joke you told him months ago, as he reminisced on what once was.

Tonight was no different, and he was on the third book of the week, reading the words out loud to you, licking his fingers before turning the page. He didn't really like these types of books (for romance was never a strong suit of his) but you did, so he loved them for you.

"Can you believe it? I cannot understand why he would go for the prince of all people?" He raised his free hand in an exasperated sigh as he shook his head. He quickly readjusted his reading glasses (that he would deny that he had until the day he died). "Okay I do understand why, but after what had happened with the king trying to kill him, he continues to go out with the prince? The stable boy is clearly head-over-heels for him." He paused, looking at you before grabbing you hand, lightly brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

"You would agree with me."

He hadn't been this vocal since he was in the universe with his daughter again, and it was weird for him. This silent, brooding man took a step back the moment he entered those automatic doors, and this new old version of him came out, one that hadn't seen the light of day in too long.

Miguel was currently so engrossed in this story that he didn't even notice the shift in his grip, the change in the beeping that had become white noise to him at this point.

It wasn't until a sputter of coughs came from the bed to his left that it dawned on him that you were waking up, an then it was a blur.

You squeezed his hand again.

The book dropped onto the floor.

The nurses rushed in.

You locked eyes with him, not fully open yet, but awake.

He was rushed out then, to make sure you were stabilized and for them to run some tests. Miguel wanted to be in there, wanted to be in by you, and practically jumped when a person in scrubs caught his attention.

"You can come in now, sir."

And there you were.

You were awake for the first time in weeks, and you already had the remnants of a smile on your face. He missed you so much. "I missed you so much."

"That king..." you coughed again, accepting water in a plastic cup. "He sounds like a dick."

Miguel laughed. He laughed, and there were tears streaming down his face. Yours too. "I love you so much, mi amor."

And yeah, maybe you had been out of it for nearly a month, but when you tilted your head up to bask in the moonlight, the smile on your face made you look ethereal.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for years, love." He could see you take a deep breath, your chest rising and falling. Your chest was rising and falling. You were alive.

You were alive.

Your eyes travelled to the nicely placed vase.

"Miguelito, you got my favorite flowers. You remembered."

He moved to sit on your bed, your hand slowly, shakily, barely able to move, reaching out to him. He took it and sat at your feet. "Oh just you wait until we get home, there's flowers everywhere."

Sometimes, he thought, maybe things did work out.

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Give me an answer

It was a scandal from the very beginning, you caught his eye but you saw him as an experiment leading to your fallout.

Warning: Angst, a user(reader), and an affair.

Male character x Male reader

In the endless line of History, people would say and write how you rise from the Caribbean and paved your way to France along with your aligned affair.

Alice Hart your wife and mother of Hunter and Nicolas L/N ran alongside your two little boys. "HEY SLOW DOWN!" you call as the three dash to the stone steps of the entrance of your brand new home in the countryside of France.

Historians can only describe Alice Hart as stuck in the clouds who dreamt of a happy family but she wore her heart on her sleeves. She had to be one of the most graceful and one of America's greatest ballerinas...only if she saw through Y/N L/N lies then maybe it would have been different.

Books and documentaries have to describe Y/N L/N as the snake of it all and instigator of his own fate. Y/N had an affair with a fellow man who became his experiment and soon-to-be murderer in two years.

1866 April your wife and you were invited to a little game night by Madame Raquin "Isn't it a little far?" Alice sighs. "I know but I thought it'll be nice to spend some time alone and I MEAN alone" she chimes her way to unconvinced Y/N. "The boys would be taken care of by our lovely little nanny while we explore Pairs" she hums and pecks your lips "How does that sound?" you grin "Fine, we'll explore and win" Alice giggles "See, now bedtime".

The two arrived two days early "This apartment is not so bad...oh look one bed!" you frown a little "Don't we already sleep in one singularly bed TOGETHER". Alice huffs "Your killing the magic" she points a stern finger at you "Okay I'll play along...oh my one bed" you throw your hands up in sarcastic amazement.

There you stood in this little painting studio?..." I feel sad for the painter who's stuck here" you whisper to Alice who playful smacks your clothed chest. "Laurent, I'm sorry for the last-minute notice" Madame approaches a man who looks to be around your age "Oh, Laurent these are the L/N's and I hope you could paint them a portrait of each other".

Laurent felt as if his tongue has been swallowed once his eyes saw you "Hello I'm Alice and this is my husband Y/N" you send a nod his way. " Hello?, I hope this wouldn't be a problem" Alice's voice throws his attention back to the task beforehand "oh no, it won't".

That was the first time you ever met Laurent Leclaire and here you are in the midst of him painting your third portrait "I don't know why you've to use me as a reference Leclaire". Laurent could only smile "I'm not using you, I'm merely fascinated by you" you grin "Fascinated? what are you talking about?" Laurent feels the passion ignite within him the moment his eyes lay on you.

"You see, your handsome and you carry yourself differently compared to the men I've met" you hum and lick your lips. "So you're that fascinated by me you'll even paint a portrait of my hands" Laurent freezes, no one isn't supposed to know about his paintings of your hands. "I...yes!" Laurent frowns at you when you stood from your chair "What're you doing sit back down!" he gestures with the help of his paintbrush.

"Do you want to know how memorizing you are Laurent?" this is the first time you have ever called him by his first name and not his last name. "For I'll like you to know how you invade my mind" you coat red paint on the palm and fingers of your hands and look Laurent in his eyes with an unreadable gaze. "Would you like to know? Laurent" the Frenchmen grins and his confidence returns "Yes!".

That muggy evening your red-infested hand imprint places no one would ever imagine a fellow man would dare grope. You even had gone fair as to lock your painted hands in his hair and if Laurent was a little too loud you'll cup his mouth which left a red hand print.

Hunter ran into your arms "Oh my goodness you have grown heavy while I've been away" Hunter laughs and of course, Nicolas follows. Alice comes walking towards you three "Boys please go and play, I need to talk to your father" The two boys pout but you shook your head "C'mon now listen to your mother" you set down Hunter. Once the boys were out of earshot Alice turns to you "Where were you? I thought you'd be home by yesterday?" you frown "I grew picky" Alice cocks an eyebrow at you "Well you see I had to buy you something". An expensive golden necklace came to view "You are worth more than a few minutes" Alice gasped and welcomes the gift "See, I need more than a minute or two to find you a perfect gift" she kisses your cheek "I guess, I forgive you".

You took Laurent out to tailor store after tailor store which leaves him utterly smug for you'd stare at him much longer than normal. You bought him the most expensive paints and brushes, you'll buy him anything "I believe your a little too sweet to me" you grin "Of course". In hidden shadows, you'll share more than a conversation, and behind closed doors, the two of you would feed your endless lust and passion.

Alice wasn't forgotten and for the truth, you could tell she was happy than she ever was "Has France brought a new side to you?, Y/N" and of course, you laugh. "I guess there has been love in the air" Alice giggles but gasps when you practically threw yourself on top of her. "I feel young again darling and you are the cause of it" Alice has never heard such words fall from your mouth before but this is what she wished for. A happy family, a devoted husband, and beautiful and healthy children.

Laurent watches as a heavily pregnant Alice gasps and exclaims how the baby kicked which made you skid to your knees to feel what you two have made. "Oh, your one strong girl aren't you" Alice giggles as Laurent replays what you've said and he felt jealousy shoot through him. "You aren't part of the portrait Y/N now come here" Madame gestures to you to sit down "Fine, I love you" Alice's mood increases.

Laurent splat paint across your back once Alice and Madame left "Ooops" you turn around to meet him fully "Laurent I know you did it on purpose". Laurent scoffs and removes the now painted canvas so that it'll dry properly "Laurent talk to me".

"Talk to you, why should I...She's pregnant with your third child and you are making a mockery of me" you soften your gaze and made your way to him. "I know and I'm sorry, Alice is my wife and she means nothing to me" you hold both of his hands "You have a passion that I want to feel, hear, taste, and smell for you are my sun, Laurent". Laurent fell once again for your words "I feel young again darling and you are the cause of it" you spoke and remember all the words you've said to Alice just so you could repeat them to Laurent.

"Y/N and Laurents affair has been going on for a whole year before their fallout" a voice of a historian spoke on the screen for a bunch of high school students. "Y/N knew what he was doing was wrong but did he care, no he didn't, no one knew and he made sure of it. From the hidden letters to Laurents journal, they made sure nobody found out about their affair" the classroom of students listens.

"But Hunter L/N saw his father and Laurent one day in his father's study"

Hunter stood in the doorway and he saw both you and Laurent kissing "Hunter, I know you won't understand but if you keep this a secret I won't tell your mother that you spoiled your appetite". Hunter nods "Our little secret" Hunters looks at Laurent both running off "Don't worry he won't say anything" Laurent nods and reconnected your lips with his own once you closed the door.

Once little Peter and Polly was born you became distant for twins were a rare case and now you finally have a daughter. "Now look at you two, I already can't tell the difference" Alice giggles while Hunter and Nicolas stare with wonder in their eyes. "I can't believe Hunter going to be six soon while Nicola's fifth birthday is approaching fast" Alice says. "They're growing up what are you expecting" Alice buries her face into the side of your neck "I don't want them to grow up" you chuckle "Sorry darling they can't be your babies forever".

"Don't you love me?" Laurent says as you walk away from him and the swing that hangs from a tree. "Pardon?" the hill you both stood upon held more than your emotions "You said I made you feel young again and she was NOTHING!". you sigh as Laurent makes his way to you. "I said things and done things but they'll never change the fact I'm a father" Laurent felt sorrow and it spread like a disease.

"Good day Leclaire" Laurent wasn't just going to give up "NO!, I understand I'm not half of the man you want or need but I don't understand why you can't love me too!". "I don't apologize Leclaire and I can't love you the way you want me to" Laurent stops in his track.

"Can't"

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