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skylarmoon71 · 6 months

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spider-Verse) AU- Extra

If he thought you were intolerable before, you’re insufferable now.

Now that you were aware of his feelings, you spent every free moment teasing him.

“Good morning Mr. O’Hara.”

You were smiling way too big at eight in the morning.

“Good morning,”

His gruff tone replied.

You got to work shortly after the greeting, and he’d just glimpse at you ever now and then. At one point he caught your eyes and he scolded himself for getting distracted so easily.

“It must be hard working so closely with me when you’re head over heels in love sir.”

There it was

“I mean I know my beauty might be distracting, but try to hold yourself back. Unless you want to take me right here and now.”

You flipped off the little suit jacket on your shoulder dramatically, striking a pose with the back of your hand on the top of your forehead.

“Please be gentle sir.”

He snapped the pen he held in half.

“GET OUT!!”

You were giggling the whole way out and he dropped his head on the desk. Somehow you’d gotten the upper hand.

More often you found yourself watching little clips people have taken of Miguel fighting crime. This particular one he’d stopped four robbers. Successfully tying them against a pole with the cash for the police to take in. The video seems to zoom into him from behind and your eyes run over the comments. All of which seemed to be centered around his very nice booty. An idea sparked in your head and you grinned wickedly.

Later that afternoon most of the employees had already left. You’d completed most of your errands and you came back into Miguel's office. You weren’t surprised to see him browsing through his computer.

“Mr. O’ Hara, I think there was a mix up with the Truman project, would you mind grabbing it for me.”

He nods, heading over to the shelf to get it. When he gets there, his brows raise at the small speaker on his shelf that he had no recollection of putting there. He turns back to you in question, but you already have your phone out.

Hot in...

So hot in herre...

So hot in...

I was like, good gracious ass bodacious

Flirtatcious, tryin to show faces

Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you know)

You were bobbing your head to the song and he could feel his eyebrow twitch, clearly agitated. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that it’s clear you have no shame, or you seem to know all the lyrics to the song.

Lookin for the right time to flash them keys

Then um I'm leavin, please believin

Me and the rest of my heathens

Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons

Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin

No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve, no teas-

He crushed the electronic in his palm and you stared.

“H-Hey that cost money you know!!”

“Maybe next time you’ll be more careful with your items. He dropped the shattered pieces on the floor, moving back to his seat.

That was the end of that.

It’s fun to mess with Miguel. It’s just so easy and his expressions are the cutest. Another part of you does it because you know the serious cases he deals with on a daily basis. If you could do just a little to lessen the load he carried, you would.

Much like your day, sometimes your nights would collide.

It’s not really that strange for him to drop by your place in his spider suit anymore.

The first few times it's like he was checking to make sure you were okay. So when you see his familiar silhouette on your balcony, you’re not that surprised. You keep flicking through the channels on your television set.

“How was your little night patrol? Did you catch any bad guys?”

No reply.

So you turn.

His head is hung low and when he finally removes his mask. He won’t really meet your eyes, and you drop the remote, rushing out of your bed. In seconds you're at his side.

“What’s wrong!?”

He looks physically fine, which is a relief. But his eyes hold so much sorrow.

“I was.. too late..”

He sounds so defeated. You can only imagine what he’s gone through. Miguel is not one to show his vulnerabilities or ask for help. So the fact that he’s standing here right now says a lot. If you could take away all that pain, you would in an instant. Your hands reach up and you wrap them around his torso, hugging him. This is all you can offer. It takes a moment, but he hugs back. You can feel how tense his muscles are. How they all seem to relax as he lets out a shaky breath.

He’s hurting.

This isn’t something your usual quick witted jokes can fix.

You pull away slowly to look up at him. You can feel the reluctance in his hold to fully part from you.

“Why don’t you stay over tonight. I bought a couple things the last time you came crash landing here. I’ll heat up the bath for you, how does that sound?”

He nods slowly.

“It sounds good, thank you.”

“Of course.”

You brush your hand along his cheek, smiling at him.

“I don’t know how, but it’ll be okay.”

He’d believe just about anything you say. He never thought you would become someone he’d bring his troubles to. It’s hard doing this everyday and pushing his pain to the side. He always lectured himself to be strong. Not to depend on anyone other than his late brother. People always did what was beneficial for themselves.

Yet here you are, offering him comfort. A place to lay his head. A shoulder to lean on. He feels like he’d robbed himself of this for so long.

You move to take a step to get the items he needs, but he grabs your hand. You can see that he hadn’t meant to do that. He looks as though he’s about to apologize, but you shake your head. Pushing unto your toes, you leave a kiss on his cheek. When you part, your smile has his heart hammering,

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Somehow that’s exactly what he needed to hear.

So he steps into your bathroom and cleans up. You’d taken his suit and threw it into the wash. He steps out maybe fifteen minutes later wearing a t-shirt and sweats. The towel is placed on the top of his head that’s still partially damp. You slide to the bottom of your bed, gesturing him over. He drops right next to your feet and you giggle as you take the towel and begin drying his hair. He’s so obedient and it’s endearing.

“He’s like a domesticated cat now.”

There’s a bit of a soft side that comes out when he’s around you. You’re grateful that he doesn’t always hide it. More than that, you like that he hadn’t gone home to be alone with his thoughts. Just the idea of him in the dark beating himself up for something that was obviously out of his control brings an uncomfortable feeling to your chest. Your motions stop and he turns his head. Your hands take his cheeks, and the towel slides to the floor. He means to question you, but you lean forward and the second he feels the warmth of your lips, his brain shuts down. He’s just sitting there a bit wide eyed. You hold him for one, two..three seconds. Then you pull back.

“Whenever you need someone, I’ll be here. No matter what happens, I have your back. Please don’t ever forget that.”

He’s not sure he can give a response that would truly express how he feels. He leans up, and you smile when his lips meet yours. He seems very eager. Your fingers get lost in his hair. It takes a moment for you to realize that he’s rising. You only register it when his body is hovering over you.

Your breathing is no longer steady, and he places you down against the pillows.

“M-Miguel..”

You sound a bit uncertain. It’s the first time he’s ever seen you like this. It's a welcomed change from your usual teasing tone.

“Sí, cariño.”

You’re not one for promiscuous relationships. This step is something you take very seriously. He can see it from your expression. He’s quite the same. It’s not that much of a shock. Trust issues tended to do that. The last girlfriend he recalls having was back in high school. Way before his abilities manifested.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to go any further if you’re not ready.”

You shake your head.

“I’m ready.”

You look so sure, so willing and he has to bite his bottom lip to hold himself back.

“You don’t have to force yourself because of me.” He turns his head, and you grab his cheeks before he can get lost in his own thoughts.

“I’m not forcing myself. I do want this.”

“Te deseo.”

He thinks.

His eyes move back to your waist. It’s then that he realized that you weren’t wearing any pants. He can see your panties that peek from under your oversized shirt. His nose catches a hint of an aroma and he licks his lips.

“What does she taste like..”

He can’t help but imagine it. Your scent is starting to filter through. He can just taste your desire in the air. You catch the subtle change of his irises and you gulp.

“I-Is everything okay.”

“Que maravilla.”

“A-Are you sure? Because you’re looking at me like a piece of steak.”

He just grins and it really doesn’t help. Your mouth is claimed by his soft ones, and your brows knit in satisfaction. His hand slides easily under your shirt and you barely hold back a moan when he goes straight for your underwear. His finger runs over your folds and you pull back with a gasp.

“M-Miguel!!”

Your back arches, because the slickness offers him a chance to guide his finger in.

“You’re all wet cariño,”

He tsked, and you sent him your best glare.

“W-What the hell do you expe-ah!”

You jolt when he adds another finger. You're gripping at his shoulders, and he welcomes the needy hold.

“Too much?” He questions softly.

You shake your head, and the second he moves his fingers inside you, your body reacts. He pushes them at an angle, and you’re honestly surprised that you haven’t cum yet. Miguel slides them out, only to force them back in. You cry out, and he leaves a light kiss on the base of your neck. Your thighs are squeezing tightly against his hand. He can’t help but imagine how they would feel around his neck.

“Spread your legs.”

You’re surprised at the demand, and you mean to call him out on the very arousing statement, but when he begins to move south, his intentions are clear. He slips your underwear off in record time.

“W-Wait Miguel!”

He’s already between your thighs and you fight back a moan when he slides your legs forward. They are basically on his shoulders and he dives in. His tongue slips between your folds and you sob at how incredible it all feels. His tongue is probing and so very hot. He’s licking and sucking as if he’s been starved. He was quite literally devouring you in the best way possible.

“Delicious..”

He mumbles out.

“D-Don’t talk while you’re down there!” You protest. It was as if he was trying to drive you crazy.

His tongue strokes you in a particular spot and you can’t stop your release. It rips through your body like a storm. You’re spasming for what feels like a full minute, and Miguel laps it up greedily. When you finally come down from your high, he’s drawing back, licking the edge of his fang. His eyes are almost glowing in the dull lit room.

He pulls his shirt over his head, and you watch from your spot, enjoying the show. You take in every ridge, each tight muscle. You’re a bit surprised that his shirt is able to cover so much. His sweats are next to follow and you take in the size of him.

“Shit..”

He lowers back to the bed and you sit up slowly, lifting your own shirt over your head. You’re a bit bashful. You can’t help but cover your chest. It’s not so much that you’re self conscious. You’re just not used to this. It’s been such a long time since you’ve been with anyone. You hadn’t realized until now just how much you’ve wanted this.

“I want to see you.” He urges.

Your hands slowly lower, and that hungry look returns to his eyes at the sight of you.

“Hermosa.”

You shiver at the drop in his voice.

“I should tie you up and make you scream for all the times you’ve driven me crazy..”

That excites you, and he presses you into the bed as begins leaving kisses at every spot of your body that he can.

He pulls back for a moment, just to admire you. When his eyes meet your own, he takes in the bashful look on your face. His body easily covers your own. He can see the blush on your cheeks, the anticipation in your eyes as you lay there so helpless to his touch. His fingers dance along your thighs as he parts your legs.

Breathing staggered, eyes glazed, you anticipate it all.

Your body trembles when you feel his member brush your thighs.

You can’t help but glance down.

“Oh my…”

You’re pretty much soaked. Just from the sight of him.

“Having second thoughts.” He teases.

“N-No!”

Miguel smirks, thumb massaging your skin.

When he finally enters, you let out a shaky moan. Miguel groans himself.

You’ve always assumed that Miguel is a pretty big guy. But seeing really is believing. You’re somewhat impressed that he actually fits.

For a second you weren’t sure.

When he finally settles, you both seem to pause, an attempt to catch your breath. His eyes reflect that ruby glow. His hand moves your face and he brushes your hair back.

There’s something much softer in his gaze. You’re not used to this. Seeing such a tender side to him.

He kisses you, and you lean into it happily. Miguel smiles against your lips and his hips thrust forward. You part, crying out. Miguel brows knits as his breathing increases.

“Couldn’t help myself..” He says softly.

Another thrust and you’re fighting to grab onto something. To anchor yourself as he drives you mad.

“Se siente tan bien..”

He mumbles into your ear.

You whimper, hands laying on his shoulders as he picks up the pace. Every time your hips meet a moan follows.

“M-Miguel!!”

He knows.

Your body has become so sensitive, so he’s not very surprised at your cries.

His attention is to elect more of those screams.

All night long.

Miguel is a man who delivers.

Because you wake at some time later the next afternoon.

The light is peaking through the curtains. You turn, the faint soreness of your body registers, and you take notice of the hulk of the man lying beside you. His hair is adorable ruffled against the pillow, face relaxed. There’s no sight of that permanent frown. Just the beautiful auburn color of his skin. You can’t stop yourself from sliding your fingers into his thick hair. It’s so soft. His brows furrow for a second, and he lets out a soft breath.

“(Y/N)...”

His little whisper of your name makes your cheeks red. You leave a kiss on his shoulder, then another on his forehead, the side of his jaw. He lulls awake, that ruby stare catching you by surprise.

“Cariño..?”

His head turns and you kiss him happily. He groaned in the back of his throat. Clearly not expecting you to attack him as soon as he woke up. You climb on top, and he finds his hands settling on the curve of your waist.

Your body pressed this closely, it’s hard for him not to get excited. You finally part, and you can see his fangs peeking out. You grin at his lapse in control.Your lips drift to his neck, and his eyes close. When you sink your teeth into his skin lightly he lets out a startled little moan. You brush your tongue against the mark.

“You’re not the only one who gets to be possessive.”

You coo, nibbling on his ear. Miguel shivers at the pleasured sparks that rush through his body.

He can’t deny he likes being marked by you.

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society if Two-Face was Batman's arch-nemesis instead of the Joker:

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mrmonster459 · 2 years

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Summer Robinson: Nightmare of Port Wentworth (Part One)

"Summer Robinson!" A goon shouted from the other side of my apartment door. “If you’re in there, open this door, now!"

"What's the rush?" I asked.

“Summer, you’re already in deep shit with my boss. If I have to get in there myself, I’m gonna mash up that pretty face of yours. Is that enough of a rush for you?”

“Nah, not really.” I said. “Futurama is on, and I’ve got a Tattooed Chef meal in the microwave. Can I see you in about half an hour?”

“That’s it.” He said as he kicked down my door.

And there he was; a 6’4, and jacked local mob enforcer. Pretty sure his street name was Chainz, which I thought was pretty stupid, but whatever.

Chainz reached into his pockets. One hand pulled out a six inch blade, the other pulled out a twelve inch extendable baton.

“You could’ve just let me in.” He said. “I could’ve just collected what you owe my boss, and been on my way. But I do love it when you slum trash put up a good fight, it makes my job so much more fun.”

He came at me and tried to hit me in the head with the baton. I ducked underneath, weaved around his arm, and then came back with a left hook that landed right in his gut.

He winced over in pain. He clearly had no idea how hard a smaller woman like me could hit.

Nonetheless, he clearly wasn’t out of the game. He then tried to stab me, but I blocked his arm, and pulled him in for a wrist lock that forced him to drop the knife.

“You little bitch.” He said as he then grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into a wall. From there, he landed a powerful haymaker across my face.

“Make no mistake, I will kill you tonight.” He said as he threw another punch. “But not before I put you through all the pain I can.”

I blocked his next punch, and then created space using a push kick. One I had a little room between us, I quickly spun around and threw a reverse side kick that landed directly in the right side of his rib cage.

“Damn.” He said as he stumbled back in pain. I could tell just by the way he was breathing that I broke at least one rib, maybe two or three.

And then, I finished him off by taking one step forward, twisting around, and throwing a powerful tornado kick that finished him off.

My neighbor, Vanessa Gutirrez, heard what was going on and came by.

“Are you alright?” She asked as she walked in.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said. “I took a few hits, but I’m okay.’

She took one look at the unconscious thug and said “Need help getting him out of here?”

“No.” I said. “I actually wanted him to come, I need to ask him some questions about his boss.”

“Oh, I see.” She said. “In that case, let me get some duct tape.”

Vanessa always struck me as a no-nonsense type of woman. She was a Marine corps veteran, a mechanic (the only woman in her shop), and a big motorcycle enthusiast. Her daily life was to go to work, come home, do all her own maintenance in her apartment (our landlord was more than willing to do it for her, but she insisted on doing it herself), and relaxing with scotch and cigars.

“Here you go, kid.” She said as she tossed me a roll of duct tape.

“Thanks.” I said. “Mind helping me lift him up onto a chair?”

“No problem.” She said.

I should probably give you a little more context. Port Wentworth was a small, working class suburban town who’s two biggest industries were manufacturing, and organized crime. Mob bosses from the city would base themselves out here because they knew the police in Port Wentworth could be bought with a few hundred bucks, and the occasional night with a prostitute.

The one redeeming part of that shit town was that in Port Wentworth, poor people knew they had to look out for each other. Which is why I knew I could expect help from Vanessa.

Once we had our thug securely taped to a chair, Vanessa said “I’ll go get my power drill, we’ll need it to fix the door.” She said. “And then, we can crack some cold ones and talk about what you’re doing here.”

“Sounds good.” I said.

We knew it would take the loan shark a while to wake up, so we had time. First, we rescrewed the hinges on my door back into place. Then, she brought over a cold six pack and we hashed things out.

“Three ex-wives have taught me the value of a good case of beer.” She said as she popped open one of the cans and handed it to me. “So, talk to me; why’s a girl like you trying to get the attention of a loan shark’s boss? And how’d you beat him?”

“Because he killed my brother.” I said. “A longtime ago, but still, I never got over it.”

“When we were kids, we had nothing. Our Mom worked day-and-night at the diner just to keep us alive after our dad ran out on us. My brother joined the local mob hoping to make some extra money, even though I begged him not to.”

“It was fine for the first two years or so. He made enough money to where we wouldn’t go to bed hungry; even had enough to take us out for dinner on our birthdays. But then, everything changed when he was arrested for robbing a pharmacy that refused to pay the mob its protection fee.”

“The day after he signed a plea deal, he was found dead in his cell. Conveniently, the prison’s security cameras malfunctioned at the time, and they never found his killer.”

“I know they killed him; I know that they knew one of their members pleading guilty would be bad for their public image, so they had him killed before he had the chance to say anything that might have gotten them in trouble with the feds.”

“That was ten years ago, when I was just 14 years old; and ever since, I’ve been training myself to take revenge.”

“I dropped out of high school and worked two jobs to have enough money to start training, and boy did I train; I spent almost every second of my free time at boxing gyms, martial arts schools, and shooting ranges. By the time I was 17, I had black belts in taekwondo and Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and had won three amateur boxing tournaments. By the time I was 21, I won a statewide pistol shooting tournament and a statewide rifle shooting tournament.”

“And then, a month ago, on the tenth anniversary of the day he was killed, I decided to finally get my revenge.” I explained. “I found out where the mob loaned out money, took out two grand, and never paid any of it back, knowing they’d send one of these guys after me. Now, it’s all a question of how I can take out his boss.”

“Well damn.” Vanessa said. “I only got one question; how can I help?”

“Helping me interrogate him once he wakes up would be a good start.” I answered.

Once he got up, the first thing out of his mouth was “I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t kill me.”

“Oh, you’re definitely right about the first part.” I said as I turned on my electric carving knife. “You will give me all the information I want. As for me not killing you, that’ll depend on if I’m satisfied with what you give me or not?”

“Okay, okay.” He said. “Please, just tell me what you want to know?”

“I want to know where I can find your boss.” I asked.

“My boss, Mr. Johnston, works out of the Matheson Distribution center.” He said. “You know, the big grey building over on 32nd street.”

“I’m familiar.” I said.

“That’s where Mr Johnston’s office is.” He said. “But if you think you can get to him, you’re in for a Hell of a surprise. The ‘night shift’ crew is actually just a select team of really tough enforcers who get paid extra to be Mr. Johnston’s personal bodyguards. You’re not getting past them without a small army.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” I said as I made a new piece of duct tape.

“Hey, what are you doing now?”

“Now, I’m putting this over your mouth so you don’t scream.” I explained. “Not that anyone in this shithole would come help you, but still, better safe than sorry.”

“If your information is good, then I’ll come back, untie you, and set you free. After tonight, it’s not like you’ll have a boss to collect debt for anyway.”

“Or, if your information ends up being a bunch of bullshit, I’m gonna come back.” I said as I picked up my electric knife. “And make sure you tell the truth next time.”

I then turned to Vanessa and said “You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. This is obviously going to be dangerous, I can understand if you don’t want to come with me.”

“You kidding?” Vanessa asked. “This sounds like the most fun I’ve had since my dishonorable discharge.”

“Alright alright then.” I said. “Let me load up some of my guns, and then we’ll head out.”

Half an hour later, we drove out to the plant with a sedan full of loaded guns. That being said, there was one very specific weapon Vanessa insisted on taking.

“Summer, trust me, you want to take out the first dude with this.” She said as she showed me her crossbow. “It’ll be quick and, if you hit him in the first place, quiet. It’ll give us the chance to take out at least one before the others catch onto us.”

“Yeah, just one problem.” I said. “I’ve never fired a crossbow before.”

“Well, I have.” Vanessa said. “My second wife was a turkey hunter, we’d go crossbow hunting all the time.”

“Great.” I said. “You take the first shot, then I’ll sneak up and get in range of the others.”

“Deal.” Vanessa said.

At any given point, there was at least one guy sitting at the end of the loading dock, smoking a cigarette. If you were just driving by as an onlooker, you’d think he was just a night shift employee taking a smoke break. But once we knew that this whole joint was just a front, it was obvious that he was a guard on rotation, stationed there to watch for anyone approaching the building.

There was a locked gate, but nothing we couldn’t get through with bolt cutters. If this were a normal robbery, I’d be worried about getting seen on a security camera, but mobsters tended not to want any footage of their comings-and-goings to exist.

We approached the building, and once we were in range, Vanessa whispered “Get ready.” and I silently ran to the side of the building. Then, Vanessa shot a bolt that landed right the center of his neck.

He spent his last few moments trying to scream for help, but he couldn’t. And just seconds later, he collapsed on the ground, dead as can be.

Then, I ran up to the building, with a shotgun in hand. I opened the door, and made my way inside.

“What are you doing?” Someone asked. “Your shift isn’t over until eleven…”

Then, he saw that I was not the same guard that was now lying dead on the concrete outside. But before he could do anything, I filled his face with buckshot.

Before his body even hit the ground, I could hear two more coming my way from behind. I ran to take cover behind a forklift, and once they were in range, I fired two shots.

One of them was an instant kill; but the other only grazed his arm. He then took cover of his own behind a shipping container and shouted "All hands on deck, we have a hostile in the unloading area."

I heard guns being cooked and footsteps headed in my direction. I fired three more shots, and then ran out of shells. I didn't have time to reload, so I then drew my semi-auto handgun and kept moving.

I was able to get three shots off before getting overwhelmed and having to take cover again.

"Surround her." One of the thugs shouted, and the thugs dashed to positions around me. I was able to get off three more shots, killing two of them, but I couldn't get most of them. And by my counts, there were another eight.

I had no choice but to stay covered and shoot as best I could, but it wasn't enough. Just from what I could see, there were still nine of them, and most were armed. Ultimately, I just ran out of ammo.

"Alright, I surrender." I said as I put my hands up. I was taking a big risk, but it was my only option left.

"Cuff her, and bring her to the boss." A thug shouted. "He'll want to deal with her personally."

Two of them came in close to grab me. I then sidekicked one in the chest and punched another in the face before darting away.

But it didn't work. They grabbed me, pulled me to the floor, and kicked me in the head. "You're not getting out of here that easy."

And then, a man in a suit came out and said "Before I slice you to pieces, I want to know. Why did you want to kill me? I have no idea who you even are."

"Thomas Robinson." I said. "Do you know that name?"

"No." He answered.

"Yeah, figured." I said. "He was my older brother. Ten years ago, he was a new recruit in your gang. Your gang landed him in federal jail, where he was killed in the showers before he had the chance to strike a plea bargain. I came here for revenge."

"Well, you ain't getting it." He said as he pulled a knife out of his pocket.

Moments before I was gonna get stabbed, Vanessa burst in with an AK-47. She then fired at the two goons holding me in place before some of the others started firing back at her with handguns.

The mob boss tried to stab me, but I blocked his arm, and then threw an uppercut that landed right across his jaw.

While Vanessa kept firing at the remaining goons, I continued fighting them close quarters. I charged at one of them, grabbed his gun with one hand, and then used my other hand to punch him in the stomach. Another thug came at me, but I stopped him with a side kick before knocking him out with a crescent kick.

Four unarmed thugs then faced me. One of them tried to grab me around my back, but I back elbowed him before raising my foot and delivering a powerful back kick right to his nuts.

Another two of them came at me. One got in a powerful right hook that sent me stumbling into a wall. The other guy tried to roundhouse kick me, but I ducked out of the way, and he ended up slamming his foot against the bricks. I then grabbed him and made him fall over on his head, then turned to his buddy, pulled him in, and then slammed his head against the same wall he just slammed me into.

There was just one left. Only problem is that he was the biggest guy yet. Probably the smartest too; he'd watched his friends get the asses kicked, and now knew all my moves.

I threw a jab-cross-roundkick combo at him. He blocked every single strike. Then, he pulled me in close and shot a powerful knee strike right at my torso.

I ducked down, grabbed his leg, and took him to the ground. I was running on fumes at this point, I couldn't keep punching and kicking him, my only chance of winning was to subdue him.

Before he could try to get up, I was choking him out with my legs and putting him through a powerful armbar. After about thirty seconds or so, I was decently sure that he had succumbed to brain damage from lack of oxygen, and I left him there.

Mr. Johnston tried to run away, but I grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him against the wall.

"I'll give you anything you want." He said. "Money, drugs, I've got it all."

"Buddy, all I want is you to be gone." I said as I stabbed him with the same knife he tried to stab me with.

By the time I was done with him, Vanessa had already finished mowing down the others. Once we were sure it was safe, we ran up to each other.

“You okay?” She asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said.

“Did you get the boss?”

“Yes, I killed him with his own knife.” I answered.

“So, what now?” Vanessa asked. “You feeling satisfied now that you’ve gotten your revenge?”

“Not really.” I asked. “There’s still plenty of other scumbags like him in this town. What do you say we make this a permanent gig; you and me versus all of them?”

“Count me in.” She said as she lit a cigar. “I know of a pimp who could use a good beating.”

#short fiction #short story #short #action #vigilante #crimefighting #crimefighter #femefatale #revenge #Original Work #original fiction #original story #fiction

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Ultimate Hero Ella Monreau (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/258968020-ultimate-hero-ella-monreau?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=CatPaulemon&wp_originator=aOi9A95KSW5hGBnSTMGtVn2d4RdS1MMf%2FddrHE81Aq%2F8MJ%2Bfyr%2Bdz1fuwnxjzXk32RJmcvCjrSYK%2BPygjUBtyexwcY2uUgNgC6Grl5F3Cr7VZn6NEHIKUUNQwQ6NvKMl This is a story about a girl who becomes a superhero after she saves the life of her crush. But, she's having an issue balancing that as well as living life as a regular teen, especially since she's also planning a spectacular sweet-sixteen party for her best friends. Is being what she is destined to be means leaving behind a normal life? This is my very first published work on Wattpad! I'm very excited to show this to the world. I love writing and have been working on this book for a while. I'm very much inspired by magical girls, which explains one of the tags, and consider the protagonist to be a magical girl and the rest of the ultimate heroes in the story as "magical people." So enjoy :)

#action #crimefighter #doublelife #fiction #magicalgirl #magicalpeople #secret #secretidentity #superhero #teenfiction #youngadult #books #wattpad #amwriting

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owcaunion · 8 months

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Babe wake up the first doofenshmirtz line in s5 and 6 just dropped

#neek ramble #AND DOOF SOUNDS SO EXCITED TO SEE PERRY AGAIN LETSGOOOO #Also 100% was able to predict they WERE going to go back to the same formula like I KNEW IT #We're gonna see crimefighting perry and evil doof again agdjsvs

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sicklyjelly · 1 year

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partners in crime. or crime-fighting. one of those two-- 🐶🐰

I just really enjoy partner-in-crime(fighting) duos where one is blatantly unhinged, the other seems collected, and together they create an unstoppable force of batshit insanity. I think that’s the dream.

#sam and max #freelance police #my baby sis reminded me about them the other day #they're really fun to freehand when my brain isn't working #sickly doodles #thinking about unhinged crimefighting duos and characters with Shapes

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skylarmoon71 · 9 months

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spider-Verse) AU- Oneshot

Word Count: 7k+. Opps, I did it again XD

Enjoy!

Life really had a way of throwing you into the blender.

First you had to deal with your jerk of a boss who apparently didn’t do much but scowl and give demands without a single thank you.

Not one!

But that's besides the point.

Your current predicament was much more dire than a self centered superior.

“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME I’M TOO PRETTY TO DIE!!”

Case in point.

You are presently in the air being carried by some man in spandex and as he swings through the streets of New York. You were clutching onto him while screaming and trying to break free. None of which he seemed to like because his head turned in your direction and the red markings on his navy color suit just made you that more terrified.

“Would you stop yelling I’m trying to save your life!!”

He sounds pissed and when he finally releases you, it’s after he’s landed safely on the top of a very high building.

In his defense, he did stop you from being attacked. Most people knew better than to walk the streets of New York that late. You’d just been dealing with so much. The second he’s no longer holding you, you grip your purse, scampering to a corner. There’s really no way for you to run and when he straightens to his full height, it does nothing to ease your nerves.

“It’s stupid to be out on your own this late.”

His lecture kind of pisses you off.

“I thought you said you were helping me! What kind of hero talks trash to the person they are saving!!”

“I never said I was a hero.”

“Yeah, well good, you would suck at it anyway. I-I didn’t even need your help.”

“Por supuesto.”

The little grumble in Spanish catches your attention and you inch away from your cowering position, recognition flashing over your features.

“No way..”

A part of you thinks it’s a delusion, but you know that voice. That exasperated tone. You heard it too often not to recognize it.

He’s still standing there clearly agitated, but when you no longer look scared, his body language shifts.

“M-Mr. O’ Hara!!”

You yell in surprise. He turns his back abruptly.

“You got the wrong person.”

It sounds like he’s trying to mask his voice now and you growl, charging at him.

“Oh no you don’t!”

It’s clear he doesn’t expect you to fully attack him, when you jump on his back, he stumbles.

“W-What the hell are you doing get off me!!”

You grab the top of his mask and when you yank it off. Those thick brown locks are hard to miss. He turns to you in surprise.

“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!!”

Of all the people, why did it have to be him?

He shrugs you off, and you almost tumble, but he grabs your arm before you fully meet the concrete. His glare is fixated on you. Much like the other times in his office, you feel so small under it.

“Give me back my mask.”

It doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s pissed. You hand it to him shakily and he runs a hand over his head with an aggravated huff. This wasn’t making any sense.

“W-Why are you running around the city as a vigilante..”

His gaze is still somewhat boring to you.

“The better question is why the hell are you out this late with no protection. Are you really that reckless? You were basically asking for trouble. “

“Y-You have some nerve!! You’re the one that gave me the shitload of entrance forms and told me to have it done by Monday. You think I enjoy getting mugged!!”

Maybe it was the darkness playing tricks on you, but for a second he actually looked a bit guilty. It disappeared within a second, and you were once again being hoisted into his arms. You screamed.

“P-Put me down!!”

“Stop fighting me, I'm going to take you back to your home!!”

You intended to protest, but then you realized you were in fact on the top of a very large building that you would not be able to climb down on your own.

“I guess that finally shut you up.”

You had every intention of firing a response, but he took off in the air again and you could only shut your eyes as you tried not to look down at the daunting buildings. Miguel’s eyes strayed only for a moment when he felt you bury your face deeper into his chest. He brushed off the thought that ran across his mind the second it appeared, focusing on getting you back.

That night was eye opening for the both of you. Not only were you an assistant for the world’s most grumpiest boss, but apparently you were also his accomplice in crime.

In his case it was more justice..maybe?

You were still trying to wrap your head around the whole vigilante situation. That’s why you decided that you were going to be anywhere he wasn’t. You couldn’t continue working there knowing who he was.

“He’s crazy if he thinks I’m staying.”

You’d already quit and you were at home packing up your things. The plan was to move to another state and start fresh. You could do temp jobs until you found a solid one.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Your screech must have been heard from every floor.

“H-How did you get into my house!!”

“Your bedroom window was open.”

“What kind of psycho does that!!”

You grabbed a mug from the box, chugging it at him in which he caught easily, placing it on the table nearby. You swallow when he approaches. His stature has always been intimidating, but now, it’s more daunting. Knowing what he was fully capable of was terrifying. It didn’t help that he was wearing that suit again. Something about the way those eyes were painted over just had you so unsettled. The design of his outfit was just as unnerving as his personality.

“Do you really think I would let you leave my company with all you know? You’re my assistant and since we’re both in a compromising position, there’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight. You know my secret. Knowledge is power.”

You shook your head.

“P-Please, I promise I won’t say a word to anyone. J-Just let me go. You won’t ever hear from me or see me again I swear.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I wish I could take your word for it. But you’re a liability that I can’t afford. “

You managed a glare.

“Y-You can’t force me to do anything!”

He turned his palm over and when he drew those claws, you could physically feel your heart stop for a second.

“Try me.”

He approaches and you stagger backwards in an attempt to run, but in a matter of seconds, you're pinned to the door. Miguel leers down at you.

“I know where you live, who you are and where you might run to. So I insist that you reconsider my offer Ms. Caine.”

From his tone, you really don’t have a choice.

You’re stuck.

That’s how the partnership started. You showed up the very next day, and the whispers were non-stop. A lot of people speculated that there was an affair, or that you were almost taken by another company. There’s a long list of rumors and assumptions. You should have been more affected by the voices, but all you could think about was him. Your ill tempered jerk of a boss who was basically holding you hostage.

“Why did it have to be him!!”

Of all the people, why did he have to be the vigilante?

Following the encounter you conducted some very in depth research. As it turns out, Miguel was actually cleaning the streets of New York, both with his companies and his skills. It was bad enough that he was a pompous rich guy. He just had to be a superhero too. It was infuriating.

He got to spend his day bossing you around and then his nights kicking the butt of bad guys. You didn’t understand how such an unlikeable man could be doing such good deeds. There was no press in it for him if he was insistent on keeping his identity a secret. Honestly, with what he was capable of, he could have turned into a crime boss. With some of the things you saw on youtube, the man was next to unstoppable.

Incredible.

You would have admired the cause if you didn’t know who was under the mask.

“What are you doing?”

You blink.

You hadn’t realized that you’d completely zoned out. You turn your head, getting back to work organizing his files.

“Nothing.” You mutter.

Miguel is at his desk, and you’re shuffling through his cabinets as you put everything where it belongs.

“I hope you’re not getting any crazy ideas. “ He stands and you tense up because you think he’s about to head right over to you and tell you off, maybe offer another threat.

“Have my schedule for this month done by today.”

Your eyes widen.

“S-Sir, that's impossible. I usually take at least three days to have everything sorted.”

“You better get to work then.”

You aren’t given a chance to retaliate because he’s already out the door, heading off to another meeting. You’re beyond pissed. Not just for the inconvenience that being his assistant has always brought, but the sheer fact that tonight you actually had a date and this is the third time you’re canceling. You slide out your phone begrudgingly.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be working late again. Could we maybe meet on Saturday.”

The response you get is almost immediate.

“I don’t think this is going to work.”

That’s all the message says. You try to respond, but it appears he’s blocked you.

“AHHHH WHY ME!!

You can’t really blame the guy. Neither of you had met yet, but you’d spent the last two times explaining why you couldn't make it. All because your boss is a grade A asshole.

The next few hours you drown yourself in tasks. The only good thing this man has ever done is make your office fairly close to his. Throughout the day you move back and forth. Even when Miguel returns, you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your displeasure. At this point it’s obvious he doesn’t really care. When your friends had warned you about taking the job five months ago you should have listened. Everyone heard the rumors of him being a difficult person to work with but you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. That and the pay was amazing. So you just dove in because you knew rumors weren’t always true. As it turns out he wasn’t difficult.

He’s insufferable.

Regardless of your situation you continued to do your job. You’d only stopped when you happened to glance at your cell phone. It wasn’t strange for you to work late. There was a knock on the door and the person that stepped in didn’t even look surprised.

“Figured it was you? Working late again.”

You let out a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, I’m just about to wrap up. Thanks for bringing me back to earth John.” He nods, stepping inside. He pulls out something from his pocket.

“Here, my Elizabeth made this for you. She’s just recently got into bracelet making.” Your eyes lit up at the bead style accessory with your name on each colored bead.

“It’s so cute!”

John smiles.

“My wife wouldn’t stop gushing about the outfit you bought for Elizabeth either. You’re basically a part of the family now. Don’t work too hard kid.” He gave you a little pat on the shoulder, and you smiled in thanks, sliding the little gift into your bag.

That small interaction had already brightened up your night. You cleaned up the space, exiting the building in a few minutes. On your way back, you couldn’t stop the little giggles at the thought of John’s family. He’d spent the first few months of her birth showing everyone pictures of his kid and wife, it was endearing.

You envied it

At this rate you wouldn’t get there because Miguel wouldn’t offer you even a chance to breathe. You tried your best not to dwell on that. Increasing your pace. Whenever you got out this late it always made you weary. You needed to take the train back to your place and all the creeps tended to come out at these hours. You buzzed right by a bar, keeping your head down to avoid drawing any unwanted attention.

Fate wasn’t too kind because for the last five minutes you were certain you’d felt the same figure following you. Your heart rate increased and you clutched your pace, speeding up. For a moment you turned behind and when the lights flashed on the street, you could see a smirk on his lips. At this point you were full on panicking. This particular street was vacant, so throwing caution to the wind, you began sprinting the best you could in heels.

Better to look crazy than to be attacked.

You took one turn and you were pushed against the wall. You staggered, hitting it roughly. Just as you moved to pull out your pepper spray you were punched in the gut. Your body hit the floor like a brick, and you gasped when the man jumped on top of you, holding you down.

“Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out so late.”

The taunting in his voice just spiked your pulse faster and you tried to fight him off, you really did.

“H-HEL-”

His hand pressed against your lips and he ripped your blouse. The tears were coming before you could stop them.

“Be quiet and you just might leave here alive.”

Dread struck you.

This was it.

He was too strong, you were too tired and weak. You hadn’t even had a full lunch. The stress from your job had been weighing on your mind so much that you hadn’t realized how exhausted you really were. Now you were about to be assaulted in the back of some alleyway.

Your sobs continued and he began moving his hands lower. You weren’t even sure if you were fighting anymore or if you’d just given up.

One second he’s on top of you and the next you hear a grunt. The weight is gone almost instantly, and you briefly process the sound of punches making contact. Each one that hits makes you jolt. You’re still actively crying, now pressed to the wall as you pray for help.

One last hit and something hits the ground. Your entire body is shaking, and when the figure rises from over the man who’s now laying on the ground, you want to scream. You wonder if you’d just escaped one monster to get jumped by another. He steps out from the shadows and the crimson and navy patterns are the first thing you see. It’s a breath of relief that leaves in an instant.

“You’re-”

He barely gets a word out, because you run right into his arms.

Crying.

Bawling.

Miguel looks down at your state. Your clothes are a mess and he can still feel you trembling. You’re holding unto him as if you never want to let go.

“This is my fault.”

If he hadn’t been such a jerk about getting his tasks done you would have been home safely like all the other employees. You were attacked again and it was all his fault. Sliding his arm under your legs, he lifted you up. His free hand slicks a web to grab your bag. The second he has it all secured, he’s gone in the darkness of the night.

After he’d dropped you home, you seemed a lot more settled. He’d given specific instructions about reporting your attacker and he made it his mission to head back there and kick the guy some more just for the hell of it.

At the moment, he’d found himself just watching you. There was still a slight tremble when he looked at you, but you’d thanked him and turned around. You were a mess, he could understand why. So he stayed. You didn’t ask him to, but he caught the look of relief you wore when you stepped out the bathroom and he was still standing by the bed. He watched you get tucked in and had every intention of leaving, but you grabbed his arm.

“Can you..stay just a little longer…”

The vulnerability displayed made him feel like shit. Right about now he would have loved to see you yell at him or fire a crafty insult. Anything other than the pain you were now experiencing.

“I’ll stay as long as you want.”

He owed you so much more than that.

For the very first time, you actually smiled. Not at a coworker or some friend, but at him. You slid into the bed, and he could see your features begin to even out with the sounds of your breath. Some point early that morning he’d finally gotten himself to leave.

That’s why the following morning he’s anxious. He knows that you probably won’t show up. But he’s not certain if he should drop by to check on you or simply just call.

The soft knock makes his head raise.

“Come in.”

Someone does walk in, to his surprise it’s you. You’re holding his calendar that he’d been adamant of you finishing.

“Good morning Mr. O’ Hara.”

He stands almost out of impulse. You look physically alright, but that expression from last night is engraved in his mind. You walk right over so casually. It almost makes him wonder if he imagined the entire ordeal.

“I finished your calendar. It’s been fully updated. I also adjusted it on your computer. You should receive the updates in a few minutes with a link to forward it directly to your phone as well. Your 10 am has been pushed to 11am today because the benefactor is currently stuck in traffic due to an accident on the main highway. He sends his apologies.”

You place the binder on his desk.

“I set all the new applicants for the internship on your desk for you to look over. The interviews went very well, but we only have six positions open. I made notes to help you get a better understanding of the individuals. Is there anything else you need at this moment before I go for a small break? I skipped breakfast this morning. “

He’s not sure what to make of this.

“Are you..is this..”

He can’t really form a proper answer.

You hold his gaze for a few moments, then look down.

“I filed the report this morning at the precinct. They found him tied to a post on ninth avenue. He’ll be charged accordingly thanks to you.” You still refuse to look at him.

“Thank you so much for..saving me..”

It sounds like you’re about to cry again and he grits his teeth.

“It’s my fault you were in the position in the first place. From now on you leave here at 6pm for the latest, do you hear me!”

It’s a very sweet gesture, but he’s yelling. It’s become clear that he’s not truly a heartless asshole, he’s just not good at communicating when he’s worried about someone.

“Yes, I will. Thank you Mr. O’ Hara.”

He grumbles, running a hand through his hair, taking a seat. Now that the atmosphere is much more mellow, you can’t help but ask.

“So how did you get your powers? Were you bitten by a cat-spider?”

He looks annoyed.

“Are you serious?”

“Well you have spider webs shooting out of your hands and you have claws and fangs. Plus I'm positive your eyes changed color last time.”

You place your hand on the desk, leaning over as you squint at him.

He’s a little unsettled by how intently you're looking at him now. He doesn’t like the way his heart reacts to the attention.

“Get back to work before I change my mind and make you work until the morning.”

“You can’t do that, it’s against company policy.” You fold your arms proudly.

“I own the company.”

Damn, you forgot about that.

Dropping your arms, you brush it off.

“You wouldn’t do that. I can tell that you’re starting to warm up to me. I think this whole tough guy act is just a charade. You’re actually a teddy bear aren’t you.”

“Please leave my office.”

“See, you don’t deny it!”

“GET OUT!!”

“Okay okay I’m going.”

You make a sharp turn, happily walking to the door. When you’re halfway out, you look back at him. He expects another snide remark, but your expression is nothing but warm.

“Thank you again for last night sir.”

It’s just above a whisper. For a moment he’s taken in how nice it feels to be thanked by you. With one last smile, you leave.

Miguel frowns.

“Meirda..”

He never thought he’d ever really trust anyone. Especially with the secret he holds. He’d gotten so good at keeping others at a distance. You finding out was never the plan. But it was surprisingly easier when he didn’t have to lie about his whereabouts to an unsuspecting assistant. Especially when he showed up at random times in the morning, covering it with poorly made excuses of sleeping in or unplanned meetings.

To his surprise you’d even gotten him a small wardrobe in his office to keep an array of business suits. It was after that one time he realized that he couldn’t show up to a meeting dressed as Spiderman.

This particular afternoon he was actually working on a crime syndicate he’d intended to take down. He had the files and pictures he needed to bring them down. Now it was just a matter of linking it all to the politician he was certain behind the whole operation. You walked in, carrying two bags of what looked like chinese food.

“You should have dinner. I’m just about to leave.”

He was relieved you were now sticking to the agreed time. That moment felt so far in the past.

“Thank you, I’ll be done in a second.”

He barely gave another glance after he said that. You dropped the food on his desk, but he noticed you hadn’t moved. Raising a brow, he looks up.

“Is there something else?”

You shook your head.

“Not really, I just think you’d have an easier time getting a date if you spoke to people like this rather than barking orders all the time.”

“WHO SAYS I HAVE A PROBLEM GETTING A DATE!!”

You grin.

“That defensive response just proved it. Besides this is a cooperation. People talk.”

“I should fire you all.”

You just laugh.

“Then who would keep this place afloat. I doubt you’d be able to be out there galavanting and run an entire company all by yourself.” You tease.

“I’d manage somehow.”

He directs his focus back to his work, and you admire him. For so long you’d convinced yourself that he was just a narcissist that enjoyed making others miserable. But the truth of the matter is he was shouldering quite a lot. If word got out of his nightly adventures, he could lose a lot. Regardless of how rich he is, there would be consequences.

The media would probably run his name through the mud, then when he finally picked up the pieces, his image would be tarnished. In an instant he could potentially lose all of this. Yet he still went out there to protect people. Suddenly his distant personality makes sense.

“Why do you do it?”

You can’t help but ask. His eyes don’t move from the computer.

“You seem to have everything figured out, why don't you tell me?” His sarcastic reply is what you expect.

“I think it’s because of what happened to your brother.”

He stops altogether.

It looks like you were right.

“After that night I found out I did a little research. He was a reporter and a good one. He uncovered that Alchemax was using lower class people to experiment on. He got too close and they killed him for it. A month after the whole thing was brought to light. Families were reunited and reimbursed by an anonymous source. They honored Micheal O’ Hara down at city hall. If not for him, no one would have known. “

His entire body is tense, and when his gaze finally meets you, there’s a strange vulnerability that you’ve never witnessed before.

“He wasn’t supposed to die like that. I kept telling him to let it go. But he never listened. We both know what it’s like to be taken advantage of when you don’t have much. Micheal was always fighting for the underdogs. He didn’t live in a big suite or mansion even though he was making six figures. He donated most of his funds to the orphanage that we grew up in."

You’re a bit shocked to learn of his background.

“Surprised that I wasn’t born into wealth.”

You nod.

“A little, yeah.”

“Micheal and I grew up dirt poor. Parents abandoned us when we were three. We spent those years on the streets until social services caught us and forced us into the system. Almost got separated. We promised that if we ever made it big, then we’d give back.”

This is quite the discovery. You always assumed he was linked to so many nonprofits to help his image, but he was actually making good on the promise. His eyes drifted to a picture on his desk, and you stare at the image of him with another man who bore a striking resemblance to him. Both men were grinning so widely.

“People are scum, but he wasn’t. He was the greatest person in the world. He died doing what was right.”

You could see the pride as he spoke.

“That’s the only thing I care about.”

Who would have thought. You have a newfound respect for him.

“Micheal would be proud of you. I know it.”

You find yourself reaching over and placing a hand over his on the desk. Miguel looks up, shaken by how easily your smile causes his thoughts to jumble.

You give a soft pat, pulling away.

“Well I’m turning in. Have a good night sir.”

Miguel stands abruptly and you slow your steps.

“Everything okay?” You question.

He nods.

“Yes. Just..let me take you home.”

You tilt your head in confusion. You’ve been going home alone for the last month or so. It was a bit scary at the beginning, but you are better now.

“You really don’t have to. I’m fine, I promise. “

“I want to.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that expression on his face was bashful.

“I didn’t know he could wear such a cute expression..”

You push back the thought.

“I’ll go grab my things.”

You pace out of there, slapping your cheeks for almost giving you away.

“Calm down, he’s just being nice!”

That’s what you were trying to convince yourself.

But for the nights that followed, he kept driving you home. It has gotten to the point that it was routine. He’d wrap up his work and then drive you back. It was weird being this close with him. He was maybe ten years your senior. You always knew that, but it seems like recently you started to take notice of the way he did things that just oozes maturity.

His gait, the way he spoke during conferences or meetings. The sharp suits. You’d been so fixated on the bad qualities at the start that you wrote off him having any good ones. He was so put together. Sure of himself. Whatever he did there was no doubt or uncertainty. Whether it be closing a contract or addressing an unreasonable client.

Although it was a change, it’s nice to see the different sides of him.

Like that one time you caught him singing to himself. You both had been working to close a contract, so it’s not shocking that he’s distracted. His door was slightly ajar, and the soft tune is what drew you inside

Ya hacen día' que no' vemos

Y creo que un tesoro encontré

¿Será verdad? Aún no lo proceso

Es que eres tal como te soñé

You were surprised to find out that he had a pretty nice voice.

Cuando me ve, no le tengo que decir

Si mi sonrisa no sabe mentir

Lo que no sabe es que mi sueño me va a cumplir

Si tú me ves y te empieza' a desvestir

Sneaking into the room, you just enjoyed the melodies. He was sitting in his chair, but his back was turned, grabbing something from the shelf at the side. When he got what he needed, he wheeled back to his desk. It’s then he takes notice, and he fumbles, almost falling out of the chair.

Your grin is stretched wide.

“I didn’t know you could sing sir. Quite a nice voice you got there.”

He straightened in the chair, and you could have sworn you saw a light dust of red on his cheeks. It was honestly adorable.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than sneak up on people.”

He stood, getting busy around the room in an attempt to play off his embarrassment.

“I’m pretty much free for the moment.” You hum, walking over to him.

You’d planned to ask if he needed any assistance, but he turned suddenly and you found yourself looking up at his massive form. The way he stared down always seemed to make you feel small. Not so much inferior, just, tiny.

Like he was the lion and you were the mouse.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re built like a bulldozer?”

“It’s come up.” He groused, stepping to the side, staying on task. You turn, following him to the desk.

He might have had a bit of a short fuse, but you were a little surprised he didn’t have a girlfriend.

Possibly relieved.

Miguel picked up his glasses from the desk, slipping them on as he read over a document. You couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him. There were a few stray locks that lay just over his forehead. He’d discarded his jacket and his shirt appeared to strain against his broad shoulders. Even with his perpetual scowl, you couldn’t deny that he is a very very attractive man.

“Are you interested in dating Mr. O’ Hara?”

It was a personal question, but if you were being honest at this point the both of you had already crossed so many boundaries that fell under normal boss-employee relationships.

What’s one more to that?

You can tell by his gaze that he expects some snark that follows on your part. Yet he’s met with nothing but your curious eyes. You looked generally interested in what he thinks of the topic. He stands from his seat, and once again you feel as though you shrink back when he moves into your space.

“What if I was cariño..”

You don’t really expect the lowered tone. His hand comes down on the desk at the sides of your waist and you exhale shakily. Somehow the spectacles on his face had made him ten times more handsome.

That or you have a serious kink.

“I-”

There’a a knock and you both seem to snap out of the short daze.

Miguel draws back and you’re a little afraid to move. Your legs feel a bit unsteady.

“Yes.”

The person enters and you do your best not to look frazzled. It's another manager presenting reports. Miguel dives right into work, exchanging notes.

You just take it all in.

A sudden realization seems to hit you that you no longer see him as the pissy superior you used to detest.

Rather than deal with your new discovery, you decide to just brush it off. Your dynamic with Miguel is already complicated at the moment. It’s better if you just don’t think about it.

Instead, you distract yourself with episodes of your favorite show.

When you’re settled in the comfort of your home, you finally have a chance to decompress.

Grabbing a bowl of popcorn, you got comfortable in your sheets as you got ready to watch a much needed movie marathon with your favorite district attorney.

“Barba for the win.”

You grin to yourself as the episode starts. Just as you were stuffing your face with the buttery goodness, there’s a harsh collision at your window. You’re startled, but you recognize that tall figure.

Pausing your show, you practically toss your bowl to the side.

“Hey did you forget how to land sir.” You joke.

When you fully opened your window, you took in his bloodied form and your heart dropped.

“Sir..”

You reached for him instinctively, guiding him from your balcony into your room. Sliding the window close, you moved him to lean against your bed. It was tough managing his weight.

His breathing didn’t sound that great. The very prominent slashes to his chest were hard to miss. His suit was a mess of materials. There seems to be blood everywhere.

You’ve never seen him this bad before.

He looks like he’s on the verge of death and you have no idea what to do.

“I-I need to call the ambulance, we have to get you to a hospital!”

You’re about to go search for your phone, but he takes your head, halting you. You lower to the floor slowly.

“No..no hospitals.”

His voice is strained.

“T-Then how am I supposed to help you. I-I don’t know what to do. I’m scared. I-I don’t want you to die!”

You’re on the verge of tears and he does his best to straighten his leaning form. He always lectured himself against resorting to this method. He wasn’t even sure why he came here in the first place. It just felt right at the moment. Like no matter what, everything would be alright if he just made it to you.

“I need..blood..your blood..”

It sounds a bit ridiculous. You’re convinced that he’s somewhat delirious. But he doesn’t look hazy, just in pain.

“M-My blood will help?”

He nods, groaning under his breath.

“It plays the same purpose as vitamins or herbal remedies. I don't usually need to ingest blood to survive. But when I’m injured, it helps me recover faster.”

None of it made sense to you, but if this would heal him, then you didn’t care. Miguel tried to look up when you ran into your kitchen. You’re walking back and he sees the knife. He feels a bit panicked.

“W-Wait what are you-’

You slice it across your palm before he says another word, and the red flashes over his usually honey brown eyes. You're on your back in seconds, the knife sliding out of your hand across the floor. You can only stare. Miguel’s tongue darts out and his fangs become visible.

You half expected him to bite you, you’re fully prepared, but he licks instead and your face heats up at the contact. You should be grossed out by this, but the way his wet appendage runs over your digits almost makes you blush. You close your eyes, and just when he pulls back, you wait.

All that follows is a thud.

You jump, because he’s now passed out on the floor. To your relief, the color has begun to return to his features.

You sigh to yourself, because it dawns on you that you can’t leave him here on the ground.

Oh joy.

It took maybe five minutes for you to get him into your bed. The top half of his suit was already pretty torn, so you ripped the remainder, tossing it on the ground. He’s set comfortably and you get busy, grabbing a washcloth and wiping the blood that’s stained on his skin. You would have to toss out all your sheets in the morning, that was for sure. But you can sleep much easier knowing that he’s alive.

At some point in the night you’ve fallen asleep.

You’re shaken awake when you feel movement on the bed.

“Are you going to sleep all morning?”

Rubbing your eyes, you try to adjust to the surroundings. You finally make out the towering form of Miguel.

He’s wearing that usual scowl.

“I guess I have you to thank for the scrap of my suit.”

For a moment you just stare at him. Last night he looked so weak and frail. Now watching him frown as he addressed you is comforting.

You run right into his arms, and he’s frozen.

“You’re okay…”

Miguel finds himself returning the embrace. He never imagined that he would have gotten so close. The both of you had barely been able to stand each other at the start. It was a miracle you both were able to be in the same room together without tearing the building apart.

“Don’t you ever do that again.”

It’s mumbled into his chest. His eyes soften.

“I’ll be more careful from now on. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Possibly the first sincere thing he has said to you. You move back slowly, and when you look up at him, you can see from his expression he’s confused.

“What?”

You shake your head with a little smile.

“I’m just really happy that you’re okay Mr. O’ Hara.”

He never thought he’d hear those words coming out of your mouth. Everything that usually followed those pretty lips of yours often came in the form of a heated insult.

“Her lips..”

His eyes couldn’t help but stray. You look so innocently happy. Miguel gulps and he almost bites into his lips when he feels the dryness that follows in his throat. His hands lay on your shoulders and he pushes you away, lowering his head.

“W-What’s wrong!”

You immediately assume the worst.

He shakes his head.

“I-I’m still recovering. You should keep your distance for the time being.”

You don’t get it, not at first, but then you remember his words from last night.

“Is it because of my blood?”

The cut is still present on your palm where you’d slide the knife. You’d just wrapped it with some gauze.

“It has nothing to do with your blood. I just need to be careful.”

“Then why won’t you look at me? I let you guzzle down some of my delicious iron, the least you could do is say thank you.”

“This isn’t the time, Caine.”

“Just look at me!”

He meets your gaze, but the power behind that stare isn’t what you expect. Nor is the ruby color of his irises.

“This is what you wanted, are you scared?”

He takes one step and you try to move back. It results in you almost falling right onto the bed. His pointed stare is still on you and this time you frown. You hate when he does this. You’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s trying to distance himself. Create that barrier. It's cowardly.

Turning your body, you shove him. You can see the clear shock as he falls right onto your bed. He means to yell at you, but you climb on top and he grows completely silent. Unable to breathe or talk or think.

“The only thing I’m scared of is losing you. Even if you’re a jerk, I care about what happens to you. Someone has to. You refuse to show anyone who you are or how you really feel. I’m done playing this game. I know you care. You care a lot and I think that you..t-that you might actually care about me the same way I care about you. Y-You could have gone anywhere last night but you came here.”

You pin his wrists to the bed the best you could. Given the clear size difference, he can easily push you off the bed.

“I-I’m not moving until you admit it!!”

You’re aware of how childish it sounds, but you couldn’t have imagined it.

His eyes hold uncertainty that you’ve never truly seen. When his gaze falters, a strange feeling erupts in your stomach. He wasn’t fighting back. Even though this was clearly breaking the rules of conduct.

“I care about you..”

It’s said so softly that you almost miss it.

“You do..”

Now he’s glaring.

“You pinned me down and demanded an answer when you weren’t even sure!!”

“Well I had a hunch but I could have been wrong.”

Miguel turns his head in the opposite direction.

“I can’t believe this. I should have fired you when I had the chance.”

You grin at his little mumble.

“Hah, like if. You’re crazy about me. I’m barely holding you down right now yet you haven’t budged. You’re secretly into this kind of stuff aren’t you sir. You want me to hold you down and have my way with you.”

You smirked and he rose to his feet, taking you with him. He was holding you in his arms and he could see the taunt about to follow, so he dropped you back on the bed.

“Oooof!”

Miguel rolled his eyes.

“I’m heading back.”

You scramble off the bed.

“W-Wait you can’t go out like that!”

“My mask is still intact.”

He was right, it’s just his top that was missing.

“You’re half naked, what kind of hero would you be if you went out like that. N-Not a very good one.”

Truthfully you just didn’t want other women seeing his beefy body.

That’s for your eyes only.

“Just stay here. I’m going to run to the store and get you some clothes.”

Before he could protest, you’re out the door.

From the moment he hired you he knew he was in trouble.

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