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You Told Him What?!

I would pay SERIOUS money to see these two in the same room, but ANYWHO...

You knew there was a reason you didn't want your brother to know about your boyfriend... To say the least you have an... interesting relationship with your brother, and sometimes it seems like he forgets that you're an adult.

"Querida, what on earth is this?" Miguel stood in front of the refrigerator looking perplexed. Placing the knife, you'd been cutting with on the counter, you wiped your hands off on your apron and moved to stand behind him.

"What on earth is what, Miguel?" Wrapping your arms around his waist you strained to see what he was talking about.

"What are you expecting to see from back there?" He said dryly.

"I like this view just fine, thank you very much." Resting your chin between his shoulder blades you ran a finger up the center of his sternum.

"Please, querida." He huffed, grabbing your hand.

"Okay, okay." Muscling your way under his arm, you tilted your head back to look at him. "Hi."

"Hello." Miguel returned your warm smile with a small one of his own and wrapped his arm around your waist. Turning your attention back to the fridge, you narrowed your eyes.

"What am I looking for?"

"That." Miguel nodded towards a plastic wrapped package of cheese. Your brows scrunched in confusion. Had he never seen cheese before?

"Babe, that's cheese."

"Cheese?" He looked askance at you. Tilting your head back further to meet his gaze you blinked.

"Cheese." Miguel raised a brow in suspicion.

"Y/N, why is each slice wrapped in its own plastic?"

"Oh! That question makes more sense." Nodding your head, you spoke more to yourself than to him.

"Querida?"

"Hm?" Turning back, you noted his expectant expression. "Oh, yes! Cause it was cheaper." Miguel looked from you back to the cheese with skepticism.

"It can't taste that good, then."

"Oh, it's horrible."

"Then why do you buy it?"

"Because it's cheap, I'm on a budget remember?" Miguel closed the fridge with a frown and turned to lean against the door.

"Hm." He nodded, pulling you into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your chin on his chest and just watched him. Miguel was truly a work of art. Even now with that thoughtful expression on his face, he had to be one of the most attractive men you'd ever had the pleasure to know. His strong brows drew together in consternation, and you could practically see the gears turning in his mind.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Reaching up you ran a hand through his hair. Miguel snapped out of his haze and stared into your eyes with renewed interest.

"Nothing, querida." He shook his head. Your brow quirked and the corners of your lips dipped into a frown.

"Don't give me that, O'Hara, your brain was getting so hot I was afraid it was going to combust." Miguel chuckled and tightened his grip on your waist.

"If you're ever making grilled cheese, remind me to bring my own queso." You pulled back with a staged gasp and gently slapped his shoulder.

"Miguel O'Hara, are you making fun of my discount store queso?"

"No, Y/N, I'm making fun of your plastic cheese, that abomination could hardly pass for proper queso." He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. Your eyes lit with challenge, and you pulled yourself up to your full height.

"Oh, is that so?"

"That is so." He leaned forward and frowned; this might have been more intimidating had the playful affection dancing in his eyes not given him away. Standing on your tiptoes you came noes to noes with him and narrowed your eyes. Miguel's eyes dipped to your lips, and you could feel your throat growing tighter.

"What are you going to do about it, O'Hara?" Your eyes flickered to his lips. Something in his eyes shifted, and the red darkened almost to black. Snaking a hand up to cup your jaw, he tilted your face back and closing his eyes leaned forward,

Knock. Knock.

With a groan, you collapsed against his chest. Miguel growled and rested his forehead on the crown of your head.

"Talk about timing." You muttered; voice muffled by his shirt. You could feel Miguel tense and heard another low growl rumble from deep in his chest.

"Want me to run whoever it is off?" He fisted the hair at the nape of your neck and rested his cheek against the crown of your head. Pulling back, you gave him a smile and kissed his jaw.

"Tempting." A shiver went through your body at the gleam in his eyes, and you raised onto your tiptoes again to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "But I have to live in this neighborhood." Lowering back onto the balls of your feet, you gave his chest and final pat and pulled away. Reluctantly, Miguel released you. "Why don't you make yourself useful and finish chopping the onions."

"Onions." He grumbled, propping his hands on his hips. Walking backwards towards the door you gave him a smile.

"What else am I paying you for?" Shaking his head, Miguel grabbed the knife and shook it at you.

"You're not paying me anything." When you opened your mouth to retort, he shook his head and motioned towards the door. "Answer the door, querida."

Turning to face the door, you glanced through the peep hole and felt your heart drop to your feet. Wade. This was it. The moment you'd been actively avoiding. Slowly you reached for the doorhandle, turning quickly to glance over your shoulder. Miguel was engrossed in his chopping. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

"Hey, Y/N!" There stood your brother in all his glory. Giant white take out bag in hand, and if you had to guess, under his mask he most likely sported an annoyingly bright smile.

"Wade, what are you doing here?" You hissed, closing the door just an inch. Wade's eyes narrowed momentarily, and he glanced down at the bag in his hand.

"I brought empanadas!" He hoisted up the bag and shook it for emphasis. At the unimpressed look on your face, he slowly lowered the bag.

"You were bored?"

"I was bored." Clutching the bag of empanadas, he shifted and looked at you expectantly. "Can I come in?"

"No."

"No?" He gasped, incredulously.

"That's what I said, Wade." Tilting his head to the side, he looked you up and down before narrowing his eyes again.

"You have someone over here, don't you?" Your eyes darted nervously towards the kitchen, and Wade followed your eyeline. "It's a man isn't it?" Wade crumpled the bag and leaned further into the room to see Miguel now chopping garlic. "That new spider freak?!" Your eyes darted back to his and you clamped your hand over his mouth.

"Shh! He'll hear you." You hissed, glaring up at him. "Besides, he's not a freak." Glancing towards the kitchen again, Wade scoffed.

" Sis, you can't be serious!" Wade looked over your shoulder to get another look of your new boyfriend.

"Oh yeah, and why's that, Wade?" Rolling your eyes, you leaned against the door frame in hopes of blocking your brothers view of the kitchen. Shaking his head, Wade merely leaned further to stare at the large man standing in the kitchen.

"C'mon Sis, sure he's hot, but he's got the personality of a rice cake."

"Takes one to know one, dead pool." You leaned forward and growled. Wade pulled back in exaggerated shock.

"That was a low blow, Y/N, but I'll forgive you this time."

"How generous of you." Rolling your eyes, you folded your arms.

"But really, sis, O'Hara?"

"He's a vampire." You blurted out. Wade dropped the bag. You covered your face and moaned. What have I done?

"No he's not." Wade chuckled. That raised your dander. Folding your arms, you set your jaw and gave him a determined look.

"Yes he is." Wade narrowed his eyes and looked passed you.

"Really?" He still sounded skeptical.

"Really."

"Him?" Wade dropped his confident posture and pointed a finger towards the kitchen.

"Him." You nodded, feeling oddly satisfied. Wade dropped his hand and looked at the wilted bag on the floor.

"Huh, well... that's cool, I guess." Bending down to pick up the bag he muttered to himself. "If you're into that sort of thing." You stepped back and opened the door wider.

"Do you still want to stay for dinner?" Wade snapped to attention and his head swiveled towards the kitchen before he backed up slowly.

"Maybe some other time, sis, uhm." Rubbing his head, he squinted at you. "Tell count chocula I said hi." Before you could open your mouth, he'd vanished.

"Obstinate merc." You chuckled, shaking your head. Closing the door, you turned back to the kitchen. Seeing Miguel glance up at you, suddenly your feet felt very heavy. The weight of what you'd told your brother consumed your whole body. With stilted steps you inched towards the island countertop.

"Who was that?" Miguel paused chopping to look up at you. Plopping onto a stool you rested your chin in your hands and sighed.

"My brother."

"Why didn't you ask him to stay?" Miguel resumed his chopping.

"Is that my apron?" You grinned at how adorable he looked in the comically small scrap of fabric covering his shirt. Miguel looked up and narrowed his eyes.

"You're avoiding the question, querida."

"I most certainly am, osito." Miguel hissed at the absurd pet name.

"Osito." He grumbled. Tapping your finger on your chin, you stared into the middle distance.

"He had somewhere to be.' That wasn't exactly a lie, you had no clue where Wade went or what he'd invent to do.

"Ah." Miguel seemed satisfied with that answer.

"Maybe next time." You turned your attention back to him. Miguel nodded without looking up. "Osito?"

"Hm?"

"I might have told him you were a vampire..." Miguel froze and dropped the knife.

"You told him what?!"

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