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Nonviolent Communication - Part Eight

Miguel O'Hara x SpideyFemReader

Summary: Your spider senses go off in the middle of the night, and you can't figure out why. Miguel goes out on a mission alone.

Word Count: 14,258 (I think I can safely say this will be the last time it ever gets to this. I thought about splitting this part but didn't want to leave you guys on a cliffhanger.)

Warnings: Some violence; mention of blood; explosions; angst; death

Music inspo while writing (in order):

"Sleepwalk" - Santo & Johnny (instrumental)

"Les" - Childish Gambino (instrumental)

"Adrian" - Bill Conti (instrumental) (I watched some of the "Rocky" movies and thought this song was so beautiful and tender)

"Amor Eterno" (instrumental) (iykyk, and I'm sorry if you do)

***Beautiful fanart for Nonviolent Communication has been created by lovely artists and you can find it all linked in my masterlist under fanart. Please go and show some love to the artists!! Their art is BEAUTIFUL!! ❤️***

Part Eight

“The tension in the room right now is palpable,” Pav mutters as you and him stand side by side in Peter and Mary Jane’s living room.

“My bet is on Miles,” you reply quietly.

“Hm, I think Noir has this one,” he replies as the two of you look over at Miles and Noir.

“Miles has this in the bag,” Hobie murmurs behind you and Pav, making both of you turn around to look at him.

The three of you watch behind a couch as Miles and Noir, who are sitting on the floor around the living room’s console table, eye each other as they play UNO. The group started out with them, Hobie, Gwen, Pav, and you while Peter, Mary Jane, Penny, Margo, and Peter Porker watched. You were unfortunately the third one out followed by Hobie, leaving Noir and Miles as the two final players.

The others are watching from the couch, trying to hold their giggles. It’s Friday night, which means you and the rest of the group came over for dinner at Peter and Mary Jane’s universe. It’s a weekly dinner and one you’ve learned to love. It gives you something to look forward to on the weekend because it means you and your friends can relax and engage outside of work.

Peter and Mary Jane cook but the rest of you bring something over, which means that there’s usually a large dinner. Dinner always takes about an hour or so since you all catch up on what’s happening in your lives, which means that each week you and the other adults get to hear the younger people talk about school and some new drama. Of course, there’s also some talk about missions and anomalies considering most of you are spider-people. Then, after helping Peter and Mary Jane clean up, you all gather in the living room to play games.

Ten minutes later, Miles wins the game and Noir complains about the cards’ colors. After a good laugh, you all have a slice of cake, which you baked yourself, before everyone starts heading out. You say your goodbyes and thank Peter and Mary Jane for dinner before you head back to your universe. You change into your pajamas almost immediately, but you don’t head to bed just yet.

Instead, you grab a book from your bookshelf and take a seat on your couch. It’s ten p.m. on a rainy Friday night. You look around your apartment as you snuggle onto the couch with a blanket thrown over your legs. You open the book but you look up, your eyes taking in your small apartment.

It's officially four years since Peter’s death. His death anniversary was a couple of days ago and of course, there were some tears but for the most part, you handled it well. You visited him and spent some time at the cemetery. You went through some photo albums, taking a walk down memory lane.

Four years.

Where did the time go? You sigh as you look around your apartment. Time has gone by, but it doesn’t seem like it did in your apartment. It still looks the same as it did back when Peter was alive. It’s a personal choice. You wanted to keep everything the same. So, you have the same wall decorations the two of you hung together. The furniture is unchanged and it all remains in the original places you and Peter chose back in the day.

As you hear the soft pit pat of rain on your windows, you feel the urge to change some things around. Or maybe add new things.

You nod to yourself, thinking of what you’d like to do but decide to leave that for another day. It’s already a good sign you’re thinking of redecorating a little bit. You turn back to the book and begin to read, hoping that the reading and calm rain will lure you to sleep, which won’t be hard as you’re already feeling exhausted from the missions you were a part of today plus the patrolling of your city.

Soon enough, you notice your eyes begin to skip lines and you’re having to find your place multiple times. You decide to call it a night when you see it’s midnight. You do your night routine before you slide into bed, drifting off without any trouble.

Miguel stares at one of his many monitors, standing on his platform. His eyes scan the information before him despite it being two in the morning. He scrolls a bit to see more information. It’s all the data that was collected the previous day on anomaly matter from multiple universes. Of course, Lyla reads the information and always lets him know when there’s something worth discussing but Miguel often prefers to go in and check himself. As he finishes reading the data from a specific section, he stretches his back to relieve some of the tension. He hears his back pop, and he sighs in relief before he returns to reading.

Miguel has been sleeping once a week at his penthouse for multiple weeks now but tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight, he’ll stay here in his empty lab like most nights. Even if he wanted to go home, he can’t. He feels restless. He notices the time on his monitors, of course. He finds himself wishing it was day already and he doesn’t know why. He sighs to himself, closing his eyes for a few seconds trying to regain his focus, so he can concentrate on the data, but he cannot. His fingers move on their own and soon, he’s looking at a video of himself and Gabriella, when he gifted her a soccer ball. He stares at the video fondly, remembering her happiness when she saw the gift. He closes it before he gets off his platform with another sigh and begins to walk out of his lab.

He exits his lab into one of the many hallways of HQ, deciding to take a walk to clear his mind. Miguel doesn’t really pay attention to where he’s going. He’s just walking. He does this sometimes when his brain needs a moment during the long nights. He walks the empty hallways and cafeteria, eyes scanning the city from behind the large windows. He cannot make much of it due to the rain falling against the glass, which has created a blurry effect. Still, Miguel can see the faint lights of flying cars and other buildings’ lights in the distance.

He walks and walks. It’s early Saturday morning and here he is, walking through an empty HQ. He eventually returns to his lab. His mind feels more at ease but there’s still something that gnaws at him. He resumes his work at his platform, scanning his monitors. Everything looks fine. He sighs again and begins to read the data, but that feeling is still there. It’s like Miguel knows that at any moment, Lyla will appear and tell him that something’s wrong.

He moves the screen closer, willing himself to concentrate. To ignore the feeling, but five minutes later, one of his screens flashes red and Lyla appears.

“Miguel – two anomalies have been detected. Earth-42. They just entered the universe.”

And there it is. Miguel’s mask immediately covers his face as he leaps off his platform.

“Two anomalies… Who are they? Are they in the system?” Miguel asks as he starts clicking on his gizmo, preparing to open a portal to travel.

“One of them is a Green Goblin version. The other one is not in our system. First time,” Lyla reports.

Miguel nods, wasting no time once the portal opens. He steps out onto a rooftop on Earth-42, the same one that was cleaned up by Miles and his variant from this Earth over a year ago when he ended up sent here by the Go Home Machine. As Miguel steps out onto a rooftop, he’s unable to stop himself from briefly scanning the city. What a difference. The city is well lit, calm, and there’s still a buzz of people despite the time and rain but Miguel quickly focuses on the task at hand, putting his thoughts behind.

He looks around the area, trying to catch sight of the anomalies. He spots the first one, an unknown anomaly running in circles on the street below. There’s no sight of the Green Goblin, however, so he decides to catch this strange anomaly first and then pursue the Green Goblin.

As he heads straight for the anomaly, Miguel’s eyes scan it, trying to get an idea of how dangerous it might be. The body is a white cybernetic one. The head, which is a male human head, is inside a container filled with liquid. Glass makes up the front portion of the container, making it possible for the anomaly to see and a few hoses run through the anomaly’s body, leading Miguel to make the educated guess it’s the way it sustains itself. He also notices that this anomaly only has one hand, while the other arm has a clamp at the end.

Just before Miguel lands on the ground, he prepares a trapper-keeper, ready to trap the anomaly to transport it to HQ. The anomaly, however, begins running away from him as soon as it spots him.

“Running already?” he mutters, as he starts chasing it. “Lyla, keep me updated on the Green Goblin, you know how they get with their little explosions.”

“The Green Goblin has moved further away,” Lyla answers, making Miguel groan. “Maybe you should call for backup.”

“No, I got this. Just keep me updated on the Goblin’s movements.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

Lyla disappears, leaving Miguel to do his job. He runs before he leaps into the air, reaching an incredible height as he heads straight for the anomaly. The anomaly somehow senses his attack as it turns around and meets Miguel with its clamp, clawing at him to prevent any blows. The anomaly’s moves don’t deter Miguel though as he takes hold of the clamp before he pushes the man to the ground.

The anomaly uses his one hand to land a punch on Miguel’s thigh before he swipes one of his long cybernetic legs around Miguel’s lower body, knocking him to the ground. The anomaly runs off to a building, hoisting himself up by perforating the walls with the clamp.

Miguel quickly gets up, chasing after it. He shoots his web, wrapping it around the anomaly’s body and pulling but the anomaly puts up a good fight and ends up sniping the web with the clamp once it reaches the rooftop. Miguel spends ten minutes doing this: almost trapping the anomaly before it gets away.

“The Green Goblin is moving further away but there is no trouble detected. It’s like – it’s just waiting,” Lyla reports, sounding confused with the behavior of the Green Goblin.

“Waiting for what?” Miguel asks, in frustration as the anomaly keeps leaping off buildings.

“I don’t know.”

Miguel scowls, done with this already. In a rage of frustration, he shoots his webs and catches the anomaly in midair before pulling it towards him. Miguel is quick to jump, meeting the anomaly halfway before he delivers a blow to the head. It sends the anomaly crashing on a rooftop with a loud thud.

“You little-” the man says as he starts standing up, but he doesn’t have the opportunity to finish his sentence as Miguel lands on the rooftop and captures it with the trapper-keeper.

“Finally,” Miguel mutters, as he walks over to inspect it but before he even reaches it, he receives a heavy blow to his head, caught by surprise. “Green Goblin,” Miguel says angrily as he turns around.

“Hello, Spider-Man,” the Green Goblin greets him as he hovers in the air with his glider. “You look very different from my own Spider-Man.”

“That’s because you’re not in your universe,” Miguel answers annoyed as he lunges himself at the Goblin.

He knocks the Goblin off the glider, leading to the two of them landing on the rooftop before they begin hand to hand combat. The two men land blows on each other as the captured anomaly tries to break out of the trapper-keeper to no avail. Miguel notices this and it’s at this moment of distraction that the Goblin seizes his opportunity. He pulls out the Goblin trident and aims at Miguel’s hand, hitting his gizmo in the process.

Miguel immediately turns to the Goblin, retrieving his hand. He takes a quick glance at the gizmo before scowling at the Goblin, who’s about to take another swing at Miguel. Miguel blocks it this time and throws a punch at him, sending him flying. The Goblin lands on the floor, quickly getting up on his feet and like every other Green Goblin in the multiverse, the cunning man pauses for a second, tilting his head as he stares at Miguel with interest. His eyes flicker to the strange device on this Spider-Man’s wrist. He grins behind his green mask before he dashes at Miguel, trident in hand.

Miguel and the Green Goblin continue to fight. Miguel successfully dodges the trident several times, but the Green Goblin only seems to be fueled by this. He swipes at Miguel with the trident, finally slicing his skin under the suit. Miguel winces, pressing his hand to his body briefly, a moment the Green Goblin takes to hit the gizmo again.

“I’ve had enough of you,” Miguel mumbles, as his talons extend.

“That’s a new one,” the Green Goblin comments, referring to the talons, before he jumps off the rooftop.

And of course, Miguel O’Hara never gives up, so he runs after the Green Goblin under the pouring rain. He watches as the anomaly lands on its glider before he flies off, laughing at Miguel. With a scowl, Miguel shoots his web and starts following him, catching up with the anomaly in no time.

“Catch, Spider-Man!” the Green Goblin says pulling out one of its many grenades before he throws it at a building.

Miguel charges towards it, successfully stopping it from detonating but what he doesn’t sense is the Green Goblin coming from behind with his trident. He hits Miguel’s gizmo again with a strength that manages to crack the screen. He swipes at Miguel once more, slicing his skin almost in the same place as earlier before he flies off. Miguel shoots his web to keep himself from falling to the ground.

“Mierda!” Miguel yells as he swings, clutching the same area that was sliced.

He looks down at his gizmo, noticing the crack on it. It should continue working, Miguel thinks to himself, knowing that he and Lyla spent a lot of time making sure the device would be durable. It would take a lot to break it.

And it becomes the Green Goblin’s mission to do so. As Miguel and the anomaly continue their fight through the city, the Green Goblin aims hit after hit on the device, cunningly planning blows as he realizes the Spider-Man before him doesn’t sense his moves like the superhero from his own universe.

“Don’t let him hit the gizmo, Miguel!” Lyla warns, as the Green Goblin makes another swing.

And so, after what feels like an hour of fighting, the green mask man succeeds.

“Migu-” Lyla starts but doesn’t finish.

The gizmo’s screen shatters, and Miguel immediately knows it when he sees the colors of the device fade and Lyla’s holograph disappearing, making Miguel cuss under his breath as he realizes what this means. He needs to catch the Green Goblin soon, before he starts glitching.

The Green Goblin, however, has other plans as he flies off towards a skyscraper. He immediately pulls out more of his grenades, throwing them at the building. Miguel rushes and jumps into the air to try and stop them from detonating and as he works on this, the Green Goblin flies to him, quickly stabbing him with his trident in the stomach. He laughs at Miguel as he twists the trident to add more pain before flying off just as one of the remaining grenades goes off, blowing up a part of the skyscraper. Miguel, who is falling in midair due to the injury, covers his face as debris bursts around him. He feels some of it, glass from the windows, dig into his body causing him to groan in pain.

The adrenaline of it all still allows him to shoot his webs, preventing himself from falling. Except he glitches. For the first time in his life, Miguel experiences firsthand what it feels like to be an anomaly. He feels the shock of it in his body as he’s falling again since his web gave out in the process of glitching. The glitching stops and he tries again, catching himself on time. He lifts himself up onto a rooftop to collect himself, but the pain is there. He looks around quickly, there’s no sight of the Green Goblin. Miguel breathes heavily, the action making pain course through his body. He looks up at the city as he feels blood gush under his suit, where the trident puncture his body.

“Mierda,” Miguel mumbles out of breath, realizing what his situation means. No one knows he’s here. It’s the middle of the night and he’s injured, unable to travel back to his universe because his gizmo is broken. The realization dawns on him.

This might be it.

As the realization hits him, Miguel looks around the city. The rain is going strong, and he can hear sirens in the distance. He must move somewhere else. The tallest building catches his eye right away. He makes one last swing, forcing himself to climb the building despite the pain but thinking that if this is it, he wants to have a nice view. He thankfully doesn’t glitch on his way up, allowing him to make it to the rooftop. He collapses against a wall, next to the building’s door that leads to the rooftop. Miguel stares out into the city as he lays on the ground, clutching his stomach. The adrenaline is wearing off, and he knows it because his body feels weaker now. He begins to feel the pain more as it runs through his body. He can feel blood under his suit, gushing out slowly and his breathing feels more labored now.

Miguel looks at his gizmo again, as if hoping that the device will magically function, but he knows better. There’s no way to return to his universe. He sighs, the action taking more effort than it should as he lets his mask off, wanting his face to feel the rain.

What a way to die. In another universe that isn’t his home. Alone on a rooftop as rain cascades down on him. His hair is damp and it’s sticking to his forehead, but Miguel makes no attempt to fix it. His face – no – his entire body feels cold, which is a strange feeling for Miguel. His body heat has always prevented him from being cold but his body – the one he has pushed to its limits for years now – fails him now.

Miguel tries to ignore it. He tries to focus on the city and the skyscrapers. It’s a lovely sight and he can’t help but remember the day he was here with you many months ago when he assigned you to work with him for the first time. It was daytime and the sight was wonderful. He can’t help but think that you would love the sight even more at night.

As he stares out into the city, he can’t help but also think how ironic this is. Miguel is about to die on Earth-42. The very same universe linked to the whole mess with Miles. It seems so far away now, Miguel thinks. When he was set on preventing Miles from saving his father so he wouldn’t break the canon. It was such a messy situation. He acted in a way he’ll never be able to take back even if everyone else moved on.

Now, here he is. On Earth-42, in a far different city than the one he met when he first ventured into the multiverse. It’s almost like a slap in the face. As if it was meant for him to think of this in his last moments. To see one of his biggest mistakes.

Miguel sighs again and this time, the action makes him hiss in pain. He can feel the blood. The pain is there but he tries to bear with it. He tries to distract himself.

As Miguel stares at the lights and the skyscrapers, his mind begins to wander off. He thinks of his family and flashes of memories run through his head. He sees his mom, when she was much younger and he was a kid, tending to his scraped knee. He sees her cooking in the kitchen of his childhood home.

He sees Gabriel sitting on his bedroom floor playing with his action figures, the same ones he begged Conchata for. He remembers the evenings they spent together, playing and pretending to be superheroes, not knowing what was in store for them in the future. He recalls the times when Gabriel was still so young and had nightmares. He found no comfort from his father, so he always went to Miguel’s bedroom. There, Miguel would comfort and assure him that it was just a bad dream and that it meant nothing. Despite Miguel’s comforting words, Gabriel always asked if he could stay with him, and Miguel could never say no.

“Gabrielito,” Miguel whispers, as he thinks of his little brother. His childhood face flashes in Miguel’s head before it morphs into Gabriel’s adult face. It was unfair, so unfair. Like any other older sibling, Miguel always thought he would be the first to pass away. He never imagined that it would be his little brother. He never imagined he would be taken away the way he was either. It was so unfair.

And as he thinks of Gabrielito, Miguel remembers a song his brother was very fond of. Surprisingly, the music is so clear in his mind as if it was only yesterday when the two of them drove to hang out with friends. As the older brother, Miguel was obviously the driver and Gabriel sat in the passenger seat, playing music. He remembers the first time Gabriel played it. He asked Miguel to be quiet and to just listen to it. And so, they had. They drove in silence as the instrumental song played, and it felt oddly nostalgic.

Miguel’s breathing slows down as the memories rush through his mind. They switch over to Gabriella. His time with her was short but they made so many memories. He can’t help but feel shame and pain in his chest as he thinks of her. Miguel has strayed away from his religion for some time now, but he hopes that if Heaven is real, that’ll he get to see her again. To hold her one more time. To apologize to her for lying. His wife comes to mind, too, of course, and so does the shame. He fell in love so quickly. His need to have a family blinded him so much, everything was rushed. Miguel can’t help but think now that he would’ve done things differently if he could. He wouldn’t have rushed into things. His wife had deserved better than him. Yet, he thinks fondly of the short time they had. He thinks warmly of the time he had a family even if it’s laced with shame and pain.

He lets his mind take him to those memories, back to those days that are long gone. As his mind is flooded with memories, he doesn’t notice the slowness of his breathing or heart. He doesn’t even feel the coldness of the wet ground or the cold raindrops that run down his beautiful face. He doesn’t notice that he’s staring at the city with half-lidded eyes now.

His mind goes through everything that happened in the last two years, including the fight and the multiverse hunt for Miles, which all lead to the last year. And of course, the last year leads to you. Your face flashes in Miguel’s mind. He thinks of the first time he met you when Jess introduced you. He thinks of the first weeks that you showed up with coffee to meetings before anyone else arrived and how he ignored the gesture. He remembers the day you volunteered to organize his lab thanks to Jess’s comment about the clutter. He sees different days combined into one memory of you chatting with Lyla as you worked, your voice and Lyla’s carrying to him, allowing him to hear bits and pieces.

He thinks of the day he showed up at your apartment and how he hated feeling something, which he now realizes was worry. Everything that has happened with you runs through his mind like a show. He sees your face, looking up at him on Dia de los Muertos, with that look of understanding in your eyes. He sees your arm reaching out to him when you wanted to comfort him. He sees you sitting on his kitchen island, eating the food he cooked on Christmas Eve. He remembers the ornaments and how yours was better than his. He recalls you showing up the next day. You brought cake and it was delicious. He remembers the two of you sat on the kitchen island again to eat, that time joined by Lyla, who asked questions as per usual.

He thinks of New Years Eve. You were invited to Miles’s universe, and you were sent to drop off food again. You stayed for a while once he mentioned that there was a huge firework show after the ball dropped, which meant that you spent the last and first minutes of the year with him in his penthouse.

Miguel’s heart continues to slow down as he thinks of the last year. You’re his friend. And he can’t help but feel disappointed that he’ll never be able to tell you face to face now. He wishes he could thank you. For everything. For the days you dealt with his coldness when he didn’t acknowledge you at all and left your coffee untouched. He briefly thinks about your excuse for taking him coffee. You lied much the same way he had lied about his reasoning for checking in on you that very first day. The day that led to your friendship. As Miguel’s eyelids further close, he thinks of how you’ll never know the truth about that day.

No one will.

Miguel’s heart beats slower and his body is cold as the rain continues to fall on him in the early morning. He listens to the soft pit pat as rain lands on the ground as the seconds tick by.

The same pit pat of rain can be heard on your apartment windows. The sound of it immediately fills your ears when you jolt awake from your sleep. A loud gasp escapes from your lips as you sit up on your bed. You sit, listening to the rain in the darkness of your bedroom as you try to catch your breath.

Your spider senses begin to go off, making you realize that’s what woke you up. You hurriedly jump out of bed and make a straight line to where you keep the two-way radio. You always keep the volume somewhat high during the night in case of emergencies but as you grab it and wait, there’s no feedback. Your eyes flicker to the clock on your nightstand. It’s three in the morning. You hurry to the windows of your apartment, pulling the curtains open to look out. There’s no sight of disturbance. If anything, the city looks at peace under the rain.

There’s not even the sound of traffic. All you can hear is the sound of rain but it’s there again. Your spider senses. Something is not right.

You hurry and get changed into your suit, not knowing what to do. Nothing looks wrong outside but you’re out of your apartment in less than three minutes. You swing from building to building as your eyes inspect the streets below. Your eyes search for anyone who might be in danger or anyone who might cause trouble.

Nothing.

You land on a rooftop to catch your breath. There’s a feeling of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. It’s one you’re all too familiar with as you’ve only ever felt this kind of dread once before. You try not to think of it but it’s impossible not to. The kind of dread that’s spreading through your body is the same kind you felt the day you lost Peter. You felt it spread like poison when you hurried to find Peter in the rubble. The feeling is branded into your mind and as you stand on the rooftop, overlooking the city still searching for trouble, you are overwhelmed by it once again.

You click on your gizmo and open a portal. If nothing is wrong in your universe, maybe there’s trouble somewhere else, you tell yourself. You quickly travel to all your friends’ universes within two minutes. Each time you arrive, you scan your friends’ cities but find nothing amiss. The cities are peaceful. You’re about to open another portal when your senses go off once again.

“What’s happening?” you mutter, as you look around one more time, seeing nothing.

You quickly head to HQ, finding yourself in the cafeteria. You walk through it quickly, feeling even more uneasy at the sight of a usually busy place being vacant of any life. Some of the lights are completely off, leaving pockets of darkness lingering around as you cross the cafeteria. You wonder where you’re even heading as you walk past the large windows of the Spider Society building, noticing the rain and the distant lights of flying cars.

Miguel’s city looks peaceful as well. Nothing seems wrong and yet that dread grows with each step you take, growing and clawing at your chest. Finally paying more attention, you realize you’ve made your way to Miguel’s lab. Perhaps there’s an anomaly threatening the entirety of the multiverse, you try to reason. Maybe that’s why you woke up.

You stand in front of Miguel’s lab and call for Lyla. Despite the uneasiness and dread running through your body, you still find it in yourself to ask for permission to enter his lab. You wait impatiently for the AI assistant to greet you but as the seconds tick by, there’s no sight of Lyla and your emotions intensify. It’s like a sign that something is definitely wrong. You call for Lyla one more time, saying her name louder and with more urgency as if that’ll help. Nothing. You burst into the lab, deciding to be sorry rather than safe.

“Miguel?” you call out, as you hurriedly enter his lab, hoping to find him on his platform surrounded by his many screens like always. “I’m sorry that I entered your lab like that, but Lyla is not responding, and my spider senses are goi-” you say, stopping when your eyes finally land on the platform.

Miguel’s screens are flashing red, not the usual marigold color you’ve grown accustomed to. And even worse yet, Miguel is nowhere in sight. You rush to the platform to get a closer look at the screens. They all read “DISCONNECTED.”

You stare in confusion but realize this must be the reason why Lyla didn’t respond earlier. You call out Miguel’s name again, but you’re met with a deafening silence. You take a deep breath in. Lyla is offline. The screens are flashing red. And Miguel is nowhere to be found.

You hurriedly try to reach Miguel through your gizmo, but your gizmo flashes a message, indicating that the recipient is disconnected. Your dread grows. There’s no way that Miguel would go offline like this. You’re halfway out of HQ when you reach out to Margo, the one person you know who can manage Miguel’s technology. As you head out into Nueva York, you pray for once that Margo is pulling one of her usual all-nighters. As you swing towards Miguel’s penthouse, Margo finally responds.

“Hey – what are you doing up this late? Something wrong?” Margo immediately asks.

You look down at her projected hologram from your gizmo. “Margo. Something is wrong with Miguel’s system. Lyla is offline and so is he. I think – I think something’s wrong. Can you please head to HQ and fix it? I’m on my way to Miguel’s penthouse to see if he’s alright,” you say, the words rushing out of your mouth, full of worry.

“Offline? That’s not – I don’t think Miguel would ever go offline,” Margo responds with a frown. “I’m going now to see what’s going on.”

“I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. Bye,” you say as her hologram disappears.

You quickly find Miguel’s building and swing to it, sticking to the walls. You climb it, until you reach the penthouse and look inside. All the lights are off and there’s no sight of Miguel anywhere. You climb onto the rooftop, immediately clicking on your gizmo to open a portal, pulling the coordinates that were sent to you on Christmas Eve months ago. You hurriedly walk through it, stepping into Miguel’s living room once again.

Your eyes scan the place quickly before you rush up the stairs. With each step you take, you feel that dread grow tenfold. You pray that everything’s fine. That you’ll only have to apologize to Miguel for coming into his home the way you are now. You pray that he’ll be in bed sleeping for once and that this is all some misunderstanding. You open the first door you come across, eyes scanning the room only to realize it’s an office. You open the next door and find a large, luxurious bathroom. The next room is a bedroom, but you immediately realize it’s not the master bedroom, so you rush to the next door, pushing it open. Your heart sinks as you take in the sight.

Miguel’s bedroom is empty, and his bed looks undisturbed, which means he’s not home. You rush back to the first floor before you sprint to the living room, gizmo already opening a portal. You travel back to HQ, popping up at the cafeteria before you rush to the lab, wondering if Margo has been able to fix the problem. All the while, your dread grows. You feel your chest tighten as you think of Miguel and his whereabouts.

You burst into the lab where you find Margo, opening and closing screens with the flick of her wrist. She looks over her shoulder before she continues to work.

“He’s not at home,” you manage to breathe out despite the tightness in your chest.

“This is – not looking good,” Margo says, making you freeze.

“What do you mean it’s not looking good?” you ask, staring at her back as she continues to work. Her words make your anxiety grow.

“Miguel’s gizmo is completely offline, which means… it’s broken. Wherever he is, the gizmo is not working at all,” she says as she opens another screen.

You bring a hand to your face, gripping your lower face as you look around the lab. You feel your breathing speed up while at the same time finding it difficult to even do so.

“Have you been able to get Lyla back online?” you ask shakily.

“I’m working on it. Just one more step,” Margo says in a rush, noticing your demeanor slowly crumbling apart. “She’s back! Lyla must know what happened.”

It takes a few seconds before Lyla appears and you waste no time.

“Lyla, where is Miguel?” you ask, stepping closer to her.

“Y/N! Miguel is hurt and stranded on Earth-42! There were two anomalies detected and he went out to handle them but one of them broke his gizmo and managed to injure him,” Lyla hurriedly explains the situation.

“Shit,” you mutter, and begin to open a portal. “What were his last coordinates, Lyla?”

“I’ll send them to you, please hurry! I don’t know how badly he was injured, and he must be glitching by now.”

“Inform Jess of what’s happening and see if we can get other members to help. Miguel may have moved from the last coordinates you have. We may need to search the city for him. Margo. Please stay here just in case we need any help with the system. I’ll keep you updated,” you say before you rush into the portal.

Rain pours down on you as you step into Earth-42. You waste no time in looking around at the city and instead run to the ledge of the rooftop. You lunge yourself to the next building, eyes scanning, trying to find any sign of Miguel. Lyla’s hologram appears from your gizmo as you fly to the next building, giving you Miguel’s last known location.

You swing from building to building, moving fast just as you see another portal from your peripheral vision.

“Y/N. Any sign of Miguel?” Jess asks, joining the search.

“Not yet,” you reply as you continue to swing.

“Others will be joining the search. They’re on their way,” Jess replies.

And sure enough, as you swing between buildings, you see multiple portals opening from various rooftops. You feel relief to see others joining and hope that with more people involved, the search won’t last long.

“Alright, everyone. Lyla has sent Miguel’s last location. He’s injured and probably glitching as his gizmo stopped working.”

You hear your colleagues’ replies as you head to the location. You briefly wonder about the anomalies. Were they caught or did they get away? You reach Miguel’s last location and immediately search the rooftop for any signs, but Miguel is nowhere to be seen. You turn when you hear someone else join you. Hobie gives you a nod before he searches the other side of the rooftop.

“Nothing,” he says.

You dash to the other rooftop, looking down at the empty and dark alleyways, hoping to find something.

“This rooftop looks disturbed. Looks like there was some fighting,” Hobie communicates.

You locate him and join him. Others join you and Hobie in inspecting the scene, and sure enough there are signs of fighting but no sign of Miguel anywhere around. You look around, trying to get a feel of where the fighting moved to from this rooftop. You leap to the next rooftop, continuing your search.

“There is no sight of anomalies,” someone says, making you pause. If Miguel’s gizmo isn’t working and this isn’t his universe, surely that would mean that Lyla should be able to detect him as an anomaly in this universe.

You continue to search but call for Lyla, who immediately appears.

“Lyla. If Miguel’s gizmo isn’t working, can’t you detect him as an anomaly in this universe?” you ask her, hoping that she and everyone else including you forgot about this fact and that she’ll be able to pinpoint his exact location, but she shakes her head, giving you a look full of frustration.

“I’ve tried that. Unfortunately, the system failure from earlier has caused some malfunctions in the entire system. I cannot detect any anomalies at all right now. Margo and I are working on it. As soon as we get it running again, I’ll run the test and find him unless you guys find him first.”

You thank her and let her go, hoping that Miguel is found whichever way as long as it’s soon. You continue to move around, lunging from building to building like the other members in search of the founder and commander of the Spider Society. Your heart races as you search, and you pause for a second, trying to calm yourself down. Panicking like this will only interfere with successfully finding him. You pause and take a deep breath. Your spider senses went off earlier and now you’re sure it was for this reason. You try to calm down, hoping that this will allow your senses to come in. You will them to help you right now; to lead you in the right direction.

You don’t allow yourself to think too long about the fact that you sensed this. That you sensed Miguel was in trouble. You ignore it. That will be something to ponder about later, or maybe not, considering you’ll come up with no reasonable explanation. You hope no one questions how you knew either.

You look around the city as rain continues to pour down on you. Since you arrived, the rain has picked up and all you can think about is Miguel on some rooftop, hurt and glitching under the cold rain.

“Where are you, Miguel?” you whisper, as you do a full turn.

Your gaze moves past it, but your eyes quickly return to it. The tallest building in the city is about ten buildings away from you. You stop and look up at it, rain falling on your masked face. Before you know it, you’re running across rooftops, leaping in the air to reach the building. You hear Hobie and Jess scream at you, asking where you’re going, and you reluctantly answer through your gizmo.

“I’m just going to check something,” you reply, as you throw web at the building now, aiding you in reaching the building faster. You feel a strange sensation spread through your chest as you stick to the building and begin to run upwards. You hope you’re right and yet again you wonder what it’ll mean if you are, but you don’t spend too much time thinking about this. All you care about at the end of the day is that Miguel is found and well. You continue to run, lifting yourself up with your web. You use a combination of running and lifting to reach the top of the building, meanwhile you can sense other members far behind joining you.

And why wouldn’t they when they see the speed and determination in your movements. To everyone paying attention, you’re climbing the tallest building in the city as if you know that your distant and serious commander is on that rooftop.

And he is.

You see his slumped figured over a wall and rush with a speed that almost makes it seem like you teleported to him. You are kneeled at his right side almost instantly, eyes scanning his bare face.

You quickly lift your gizmo and inform the others.

“Miguel has been found. He’s on the tallest building’s rooftop,” you say, sounding ragged not only because of the climb but also because of relief that you’ve found him. You notice his chest moving. Breathing. “He’s breathing!” you add, informing your colleagues.

You notice raindrops running down his face and without a second thought, you remove your mask and lay it over his head as an attempt to shield his face. Your worry for Miguel is so strong that you don’t even notice the coldness of the rain on your face or the fact that your hair is getting damp.

You move closer to him now. “Miguel,” you say and tentatively grab his right shoulder. “Miguel, can you hear me?” you ask loudly, hoping he’ll hear you over the pouring rain.

You take in the sight of Miguel, anguish spreading through your body as you try to get a sense of his injuries. His brown hair is wet from the rain, making it stick to his forehead. His face looks like it has lost some color, which worries you instantly, but you try not to think negatively. Miguel is a strong man, and you know his spider abilities allow him to withhold many injuries. The only thing bothering you is that you don’t know the extent of the injuries he may have. For all you know, they could be serious, which is why you’re careful when you look down at his body, trying to find any sign of injury, but his suit looks intact.

“Miguel,” you say again and this time you cup the right side of his face in your hand, immediately feeling the coldness of his skin even through your suit. Shame rushes through you as you hold his face, feeling like you’re disrespecting him and his boundaries regarding physical touch, but you push past it and call his name again.

And this time, Miguel shifts slightly. His eyes flutter open slowly before they move to you.

“You are here” he mumbles, with his maroon eyes meeting yours.

“Miguel! Yes, we’re here. Don’t worry, we’re taking you back home, okay?” you say softly, reassuring him. “Where are you hurt?” you ask him just as other members finally reach the rooftop.

“I have glass shards in my torso,” he says, closing his eyes. “And a few deep cuts. My gizmo is not working,” he adds softly with eyes still closed, feeling your suited hand cupping his face gently.

You nod though he cannot see you and look down at his gizmo since he mentioned it, noticing for the first time the broken device. You’ve never seen or heard of anyone’s breaking, not even during a gruesome fight since Miguel and Lyla spent a lot of time making sure they were durable in these kinds of scenarios. You wonder how it was possible that it managed to get broken. You shove your thoughts away and remove your hand from Miguel’s face. You quickly remove your gizmo and gently take Miguel’s right arm in your free hand as you’re suddenly surrounded by your colleagues. You slide your gizmo into his free wrist, ensuring that he won’t glitch any more in the meantime before he’s back to Nueva York, so he won’t be in additional pain. You let go of his arm and turn slightly to see who’s made it already.

Miguel opens his eyes when he feels the gizmo around his wrist. He looks at your hands, your wrist now empty. He wants to tell you to take it back or you’ll glitch soon, but Jess begins to talk, giving orders to your colleagues as the second in command, preventing him from warning you.

“We need to get him to HQ immediately,” she says stepping closer. “We’ll need to carry him carefully as we don’t know the extent of the injuries,” she adds looking down at Miguel and you, who remains kneeled at his side. She looks around and calls out some of your colleagues’ names, including yours, to help carry Miguel to HQ.

You and the others immediately get on it. You turn to Miguel and give him an apologetic look though his eyes are closed again before you take his arm. You put all your strength along with Ben Reilly to help Miguel up, but you end up getting replaced by Peter once it becomes apparent that your height difference is an issue. Still, you stand by closely making sure that they don’t hurt him in the process. Someone opens a portal just as Jess gives the order to the other members to search for the anomalies.

You watch as Ben and Peter hold Miguel, walking carefully into the portal. Jess motions for you to go, following closely behind you.

“The infirmary staff is ready to treat him. They should be waiting for us,” Jess says as you step foot back in HQ.

You briefly look around at the infirmary sector before your eyes return to Miguel. Sure enough, infirmary staff approach the three men and before you know it, Miguel is on a stretcher being led away down a long hallway.

A doctor, who you hadn’t noticed before, approaches you and everyone else. You watch as the staff take Miguel away until they enter a room and disappear while Jess and the doctor talk.

“With Miguel hurt, I’ll be handling things until he recovers. That means I’ll have to be away, but you can direct yourself to -” Jess says pausing, looking around before her eyes land on you. “You can direct yourself to her. Y/N,” you hear Jess.

You turn at the mention of your name. You find her, the doctor and Peter looking at you.

“As the second in command, I’ll be taking over for now. Peter, you’ll be my second in command in the meantime. And you,” Jess says nodding at you. “You’ll be my third in command. I need you to stay here and keep us updated on Miguel’s status. You’re also to make sure that his privacy is respected,” she says with a frown. “I doubt anyone will try anything, but I rather be safe than sorry. Make sure no one tries to go in for any reason. If he wants visitors once he’s awake, it’ll be up to him.”

You nod.

“Of course, I’ll keep you updated and make sure no one intrudes on his priva-” you start but stop when you glitch. You cry out as you experience glitching for the first time and nearly lose your balance, but Peter catches you before you fall.

“You’re glitching – where is your gizmo?” Peter asks confused as he holds you, keeping you steady.

You huff in pain and look up as the feeling starts fading away. You meet Peter and Jess’s eyes.

“I gave it to Miguel to prevent him from glitching again in the time it took us to transport him,” you finally say softly, still feeling a little out of breath. You can’t help but think how awful it feels to glitch even in good health, making you wonder what it must have felt like for Miguel while being injured. You sigh softly. “I’ll keep you guys updated. And I’ll make sure Miguel is undisturbed,” you add.

Jess and Peter look at you before the two of them nod.

“I’ll have someone send you a gizmo in a while. For now, put this on to prevent more glitching,” Jess says pulling out a day pass from her pocket. She hands it to you, and you slide it on immediately, thanking her. “Peter and I will be in Miguel’s lab. Margo and Lyla are still trying to fix the system. We need to get it fixed before we find ourselves with multiple anomalies running loose, so we’ll be taking care of that. As I said, someone will deliver a gizmo so you can keep us updated, alright?”

You nod and Jess nods back at you. She stares at you for a few seconds as if she wants to say more but she looks over at Peter, who meets her eyes before he turns to you. He gives you a reassuring smile.

“We’ll get through this. Everything will be alright. Right, Jess?” he says, turning his attention back to Jess as he lets go of you at last, sensing you’re more stable now after glitching.

“Right,” Jess says before she nods at you and gives her thanks to the doctor, who hurries off. Jess, too, departs, heading to the elevator with Ben following behind.

Your gaze moves to the doctor as she walks down the hallway. Your eyes follow her even when you feel Peter’s hand on your shoulder.

“He’ll be okay. Miguel is a strong guy,” he says softly in a reassuring tone, also watching the doctor for a few seconds. He sighs and squeezes your shoulder gently before he departs, following Jess and Ben to the elevator.

You stand alone in the infirmary’s quiet lobby now. You look around to distract yourself. Thankfully you’ve never needed to be here, so you’re not familiar with this floor. You find yourself walking to the windows. It’s still dark out, so you can see the lights on from other buildings and cars in the distance despite the blurriness due to the soft rain. You stare out of the windows for some time, your mind taken up by Miguel and his health.

It's not until you feel a tap on the shoulder that you turn away from the windows. You find Ben Reilly, who offers you a small smile before he hands you a gizmo and a tablet.

“Jess sends this. The gizmo for obvious reasons and the tablet to keep you occupied while you wait,” he says, still giving you a smile.

You take both devices and nod at him, giving him a small smile. “Thank you, Ben. I appreciate it,” you say as you slide on the new gizmo.

Ben nods, staring at you. You hold on to the tablet, looking down at it before Ben breaks the silence. “Pretty crazy, right?”

You look up just as he pushes his hair to the side a bit, and nod before turning to face the windows again. “Yes.”

The two of you stare out the window for a few seconds in silence, watching the rain.

“Miguel will be alright, I think. He’s a buff dude,” Ben says, trying to reassure you. You smile sadly and nod.

You hear Ben pop his fingers next to you. “I must head back now. Jess and Peter needs everyone on board to find those anomalies so – I’ll see you around.”

You turn to face him and thank him again. “Thank you. Please tell Jess and Peter that if they need me to do anything else, to let me know.”

Ben nods as he stands in front of you, giving you another small smile. “Consider it done. By the way, the way you leaped up that building was – very impressive and I mean that in a good way,” he adds.

You nod again, feeling somewhat lighter with Ben’s comment as you’ve learned over the last months that he’s really into dramatic poses and such and you have a feeling he’s trying to lighten up the mood despite the situation. “Thank you, Ben. I appreciate the compliment.”

Ben nods one more time before he starts departing but turns around again, remembering something.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Your mask,” he says walking back to you and pulling your mask from under his hoodie and handing it to you. “It fell when we carried Miguel back here.”

You take it from his hand. You completely forgot about it once you put it over Miguel’s head. You thank him again for his help before he departs, leaving you alone again. You slide the mask into one of your suit’s hidden pockets and hold on to the tablet but don’t boot it up. Instead, you turn your attention back to the windows. You wait patiently there, hoping that someone will come and give you an update, but no one comes. Your mind goes back to what happened tonight and you try to think of an explanation but eventually drop it. You don’t know what happened tonight. You don’t know what led you to sense Miguel’s situation but you’re glad he’s safe now, in his universe and that’s all that matters.

It’s not until almost two hours later that you hear footsteps. You turn around immediately, for once departing from your spot by the windows. Your eyes find the doctor from earlier as she heads your way. She gives you a nod of acknowledgment as she reaches you.

“Mr. O’Hara is stable now. He had multiple glass shards on his torso, many of which were small, so we needed to ensure we didn’t miss any of them to prevent an infection. He also has two large cuts on the left side of his torso and a stab wound in the middle of his abdomen. It was pretty deep, and it will take a few days to fully heal. We know he glitched a few times and it took some toll on his body, so that’s why it’ll make his injuries heal slower, but he’ll recover successfully,” the doctor informs you with a kind voice. “Would you like to see him? He’s still passed out due to the meds, but you can stay in the room with him now.”

You nod immediately. “Yes, please. And thank you for the update. I’ll let the others know right away,” you say, as the two of you walk down the hallway.

You can’t help but feel your heart pound in your chest as you approach the room. The doctor opens the door for you, letting you in.

“Let us know if you need anything,” she says before she closes the door softly, giving you privacy.

The hospital room’s lights are off except for two lamps to the left side of the room and a light behind the hospital bed, where you find Miguel. You carefully walk closer to the bed, your eyes scanning his face under the soft lighting. As you step closer and stand by his side at last, your eyes continue to observe his face. Miguel’s face is relaxed, and you can’t help but think how boyish he looks while sleeping. It’s as if all the worries and threats to the multiverse are nonexistent at this moment.

You notice his hair is dry now, but it’s still pressed to his forehead, giving him a messy look, which just adds to the boyish look. You fight the urge to fix it and instead pull a chair closer to the bed before you take a seat. You remember you need to update everyone, so you send a quick message to Jess, notifying her that Miguel is stable and what the doctor said about his injuries. It takes a few seconds before she replies that she’s relieved to hear the news. She also asks you to let her know when Miguel wakes up.

You sit on your chair near Miguel, listening to his even and slow breathing. You watch his chest gently rise and fall before your eyes trace his face. His face still needs to regain its natural color but he’s alive and he’ll recover. All is well now. For the first time since you woke up, you exhale deeply; releasing pent up emotions now that your very own eyes can confirm that Miguel is safe. Before you know it, you feel tears pooling in your eyes as you stare at Miguel’s sleeping face.

You rest an arm on the chair’s armchair and rest your chin on your hand as you feel the tears run down your face softly. Your lips quiver as you hold a soft sob in the quiet hospital room, unable to stop yourself from crying.

Tonight is the first time in four years that you’ve felt anything remotely close to what you felt the day you lost Peter. The dread that grew with each second as you headed to find him. The tightening of your chest that made it difficult to breathe as you swung from building to building. The feeling that you were going to be too late. Again.

Of course, you know it’s different. Peter had a small window of time that to this day you believe you missed. You felt lucky enough that you were able to say goodbye to him. Meanwhile, Miguel could’ve probably hung on for a little longer due to his powers and yet, you still felt those same emotions while you searched for him. You continue to cry quietly, letting the tears run freely down your face as you watch over him.

You’re unable to stop yourself from thinking the worst. Sure, you are superheroes but that doesn’t mean you are invisible to danger or death. As your eyes remain on Miguel’s sleeping face, your chest feels heavy at the brief thought of something worse happening to him, making your eyes tear up more. You cry quietly, covering your mouth until you calm down.

You sniffle once your tears slow down and blame it on your lack of sleep and the adrenaline completely leaving your body now. You dry your face and breathe in before exhaling softly. The last thing you want is for someone to see you like this. You check your gizmo, reading the time. It’s past 5:30 A.M. and when you look towards the windows from your spot, you see the first signs of daylight.

Miguel made it to another day.

You turn back to Miguel. He’s still sleeping with his head resting against soft pillows. The sight of Miguel in a hospital gown feels so wrong. It’s still strange to see him in anything other than his suit as you’ve only ever seen him in normal clothes three times: Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Years Eve. As you watch over him, your eyes land on his arms. It seems that the grey hospital gown is a bit tight as the sleeves hug his large biceps but despite that, he looks relaxed with his arms at his sides, hands curled softly.

You observe his sleeping figure, eyes tracing his arms down to his large hands. Your eyes then flicker to his bare neck and part of his collarbone where you spot a small piece of gauze taped to his skin with medical tape. You wonder just how many of those he has on his torso on top of the large wounds. You sigh deeply as you continue to watch over Miguel, wishing that this hadn’t happened.

You feel a shiver run through your body, feeling slightly cold when the AC turns on. You look at the end of the bed and find a folded blanket. You get up and grab it, laying it over Miguel’s body gently. You bring it up to his neck, making sure to cover his arms which you imagine might get cold. You stand over him, staring at him for a few seconds before you walk to the windows to stretch your legs.

You cross your arms across your chest. It’s still raining, and the sky is beginning to brighten though it remains grey and cloudy because of the weather. You spot more traffic now, too. The city is slowly waking up as you stare out for a few minutes. You turn back around and lean on the windows as you take a quick glance around the room for the first time. The appearance of the room was the last thing on your mind when you first came in and even now you just briefly scan the room. You notice it’s very spacious with a sitting area for visitors to the right of the room when you enter. Across from it, on the other side of the door, there’s a room, which you suspect is the bathroom. You turn to your right now, noticing a screen displayed on the wall, facing Miguel. A TV, you realize before your eyes return to Miguel.

Your eyes flicker to the sitting area for visitors for a moment, making you think of his family. He has none left, like you. You sigh softly, remembering thoughts you used to have before joining the Spider Society. There were many times when you went out on patrols and sat on rooftops, observing the streets below when your mind took you to a depressing place after Peter’s death.

You wondered many times what would happen the day you die. You have no family and you cut ties with friends from your universe. You quit your job, so you didn’t even have colleagues. No one would go look for you if something happened to you. No one would claim you as family.

It was scary and depressing to think of this and so you pushed it away and hoped each time that one day you’d have someone – anyone – in your life. Someone who could say something about you. You hoped that it wouldn’t be so lonely then, at least not the way it felt when you arrived home with cuts and bruises that you had to tend to by yourself after Peter’s death. No longer did you fall into Peter’s arms, who held you for a few seconds before he sat you down to clean and tend to your wounds, comforting you with his gentle voice and touch.

As you stare at Miguel and think about this and the fact that Miguel has no family either, you’re glad that Jess assigned you to do this, though you realize you would’ve requested to do it regardless. The idea of anyone waking up alone in a hospital room depresses you and that feeling only intensifies as you think of Miguel, the man that longed for a family so much he inserted himself in another universe to fulfill that dream when he had a chance.

Only to lose it.

You shake your head softly, still staring at him. You’ve never wished this much for someone to be happy like you’ve done towards Miguel. You hope one day he can move forward. That one day, life will treat this man better. This man that deserves so much more but who has lost so much.

“Gabi,” Miguel mutters softly.

You straighten up and walk over to him, standing by his side. Miguel is still sleeping but his brows are furrowed as he mutters Gabriella’s name again. You stand there, not knowing what to do. Your hands wish to reach for his to comfort him, but you’re still set on respecting his wish of no physical touch, so you settle with placing them near his hand instead.

“Gabi.”

Your eyebrows lower and knit together in sadness as you hear Miguel call for Gabriella again.

“Miguel,” you say softly, not sure it’ll even help. “It’s okay,” you whisper.

“Gabi,” Miguel mutters, moving his head slightly against the pillows.

You watch his face as a heavy feeling overwhelms your chest, wishing you could do more. Miguel grows restless, moving his head more. You notice that his hands also begin to move under the blanket you covered him in. It takes you a few seconds to see that the blanket seems stuck to his hands. You pull the blanket off him gently from your side to see his hand, finding his extended talons stuck to the fabric. You have no other choice but to pull the blanket off him gently, successfully freeing his talons. You look down at them for a second, seeing them for the first time outside of the suit before you return your gaze to Miguel’s face.

“Miguel,” you say. “It’s okay… It’s okay.”

Miguel continues to move restlessly, and you fear that he’ll hurt himself in the process, so you do the one thing you think of. You take his hand softly in your own and squeeze gently, whispering softly that everything is alright. You feel his hand move slightly in yours, causing you to feel one of his talons against your hand. You feel some pain even through your suit, but you push past it and continue to hold his hand, talking to him even though you’re sure he can’t hear you.

You watch helplessly as tears gently begin to roll down Miguel’s face as he continues to call for Gabi.

“Mija.”

You hold his hand in yours as he cries in his sleep, occasionally feeling his talons dig into your skin softly. You softly whisper reassuring words, hoping it will cease his crying as the sight devastates you to your core, but he grows restless, and the heart monitor begins to warn about his heart. You look up, noticing his heart rate is increasing rapidly. You rush to the door and yell for the doctor, full of worry.

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Miguel stands in front of his penthouse’s windows, looking out. The sky is a light blue, and the sun is shining brightly, illuminating the entire place. His eyes take in the sight of distant skyscrapers below soft clouds in the sky. Cars fly in the distance. The city is busy as always. He stands there for what feels like minutes watching in silence before it’s broken.

“Hermano.”

Miguel turns around instantly at the sound of his brother’s voice. He finds him standing a few feet away from him.

“Gabrielito?” Miguel says softly, feeling shocked to see him after so long.

Gabriel gives him that smile. That cheeky smile that got him in trouble too many times.

“It’s been a long time, hermano,” Gabriel says before making his way to Miguel, who finds himself meeting Gabriel halfway.

The O’Hara brothers embrace each other in the older brother’s living room. Miguel holds his much smaller brother tightly, not quite believing that this is happening. Gabriel is here.

“It’s been a long time,” Miguel agrees, still hugging his younger brother.

The O’Hara brothers pull back and Miguel can’t help but smile at his younger brother as he takes in the sight of Gabriel’s face. He doesn’t seem older despite the years.

“Miguel – it’s so good to see you again, hermano,” Gabriel says laying a hand on Miguel’s bicep. “Look at you. You look well! Though, do I spot a grey hair from here?” Gabriel teases, making Miguel frown.

“Very funny, Gabriel.”

“You know I’m just playing but if you keep going like this, you’ll start seeing them,” Gabriel warns.

“If I keep going like this?” Miguel asks, his frown deepening.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Working all day and night. No sleep except for once a week or those random naps you take, which don’t help by the way. Your eating habits. It’s too much on your body, despite being a superhero.”

Miguel doesn’t respond. Gabriel’s face softens.

“Hermano, you can’t keep going like this. It’s painful to watch, you know. You deserve so much more from life, Mig.”

Miguel looks away. “Gabriel – you don’t know the things I’ve done.”

“I do know… and I’m not here to judge you. I could never but I’m worried about you. I’ve been for a long time. Miguel – you have so much life ahead of you. It’s painful to watch you do this to yourself. You deserve to be happy and not waste your life away working day and night because you think that’s all your life is meant for. It’s not. And I’m not the only one who agrees, by the way.”

Miguel turns his face back to Gabriel, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as his younger brother’s words sink in.

“There’s someone that wants to see you,” Gabriel says softly with a gentle smile before he nods behind Miguel.

Miguel turns around, not knowing what to expect but there they are. He finds his wife, who smiles brightly at him and Gabriella, in the arms of his variant, Gabriella’s biological father, standing there. Miguel freezes, feeling a rush of mixed emotions at the sight but it all fades away when Gabriella jumps out of the arms of her biological father and runs to him.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Miguel feels his heart burst with happiness at the sight of her running to greet him. He drops to his knees and opens his arms wide just as Gabriella runs into him. He instantly wraps his arms around her, unable to believe that he’s holding her again. Gabriella wraps her arms around his neck, happy to see him.

“Mija,” Miguel mumbles as tears pool around his eyes, spilling almost immediately down his face as he holds Gabi close.

“Daddy, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. I’m okay,” Gabi says softly, trying to calm Miguel down but he’s unable to stop the tears and the gentle shaking of his chest as he holds his daughter once again.

“Mija,” he repeats, closing his eyes as he embraces his daughter.

“It’s okay, daddy. Please don’t cry. I hate to see you cry,” Gabi tells him, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. “I hate seeing you unhappy. You should be happy. You deserve it.”

Miguel shakes his head softly. “Mija… you don’t understand.”

But Gabi pulls back gently, meeting her father’s eyes. “I do. I know everything – and it’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry,” she says gently, sounding much older than she looks.

Miguel’s teary eyes meet his daughter’s as the truth sinks in. Gabi knows. Miguel looks up at his variant, who stands nearby. Miguel clears his throat, feeling shame and guilt as he meets the other Miguel’s eyes. He returns his gaze to Gabi and gives her a hug before he stands up, holding her in his arms. He approaches the other Miguel, looming over him. He gives a quick glance to his wife, who nods at him, as if she knows that he needs to have this discussion first before talking to her.

Miguel looks down at his variant and gives him an apologetic look.

“Miguel – I’m so sorry for – everything,” Miguel begins softly. “I’m sorry for what I did.”

Miguel expects his variant to respond negatively. To tell him off about pretending to be the father of his daughter. For trying to live his life. For not telling the truth to Gabi. For everything else he did that he cannot bear to think about now, but his variant surprises him with a sad smile.

“I know why you did it. I understand it. And I’m not mad…” Miguel’s variant starts, meeting his eyes. “You did something for me that I’ll never be able to repay.”

Miguel furrows his eyebrows in confusion, not expecting this reaction from his variant. He feels Gabi hug him as his variant continues.

“Had you not done what you did – Gabi’s life would’ve been very different those months you spent with her. You know very well what would’ve happened,” his variant continues, alluding to the fact that Gabi turned into an orphan and would’ve been placed in an orphanage had Miguel not stepped in. “For that – I thank you deeply. And of course, for being her father,” he finishes softly, acknowledging that Miguel is Gabi’s father as well.

Miguel nods slowly, feeling tears again but Gabi swipes them away.

“It’s okay, daddy. You don’t need to cry anymore, right, papá?” Gabi asks, turning to face her biological father, who nods. “We’re all okay here.”

Miguel nods at Gabi, holding her in his arms before he turns to his variant. “Thank you,” he whispers and his variant nods, giving him that same sad smile.

Miguel continues to hold Gabi, feeling like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. For so long he has carried shame and guilt over what he did but his variant and Gabi were forgiving of his actions. “Thank you,” Miguel whispers again, as Gabi holds him tighter, reminding Miguel how it felt to hold his child. Soft tears run down his face even when he turns to his wife who has been watching, waiting.

“I..,” Miguel trails off, not knowing how to continue for he has thought about her and their relationship a lot in the last few months.

He feels a different kind of shame washing over him. The more time passed, the more Miguel realized how differently he wished things had been. He had fallen in love too fast, wanting to fulfill his dream of having a family and he felt like he dragged her into it. He felt like he rushed her into marriage, but his wife meets his eyes with tenderness and nods.

“Miguel…” she says with a sigh. “We both made that decision. You didn’t rush me into anything I didn’t want to, but we did rush into it, didn’t we?” she asks softly with a small smile, taking his hand in hers. “We both wanted a family so badly and perhaps – perhaps we both sensed it would end soon and that’s why we held on to it so badly.”

She holds his hand and squeezes it gently, reassuringly, as she steps closer.

“I love you. And I know you love me, too… but our love was different, wasn’t it?” she asks softly. “Perhaps we could’ve really fallen in love if we had the time…” she continues. “But we didn’t and that’s okay, Miguel. I don’t hold that against you. We both wanted it badly and made the decision, so please stop carrying this guilt, okay? Miguel, por favor, live your life. For our sake,” she says softly, pausing. “Don’t you think it hurts us to see you like this?” she asks, looking at the others. “It’s painful to watch you do this to yourself. You’re so full of life, wasting it all living like this when there’s so many people out there to meet and befriend… to love. You have amazing people by you, don’t be afraid to show them the wonderful man you are.”

Miguel nods softly though the idea alone seems strange. He feels Gabi shift in his arms slightly, looking behind him.

“I just – I don’t know how to do this again. Losing you, all of you, has been too much,” he admits.

“But you haven’t lost us, hermano,” Gabriel says coming from behind, giving him a side hug. Miguel turns to look down at his younger brother again. “We’re always with you. Even if you don’t believe it or sense us, we’re always there. In every mission. In every universe. Every day and sleepless night.”

“You’re just too busy sometimes to sense us, daddy but we watch over you,” Gabi adds with her toothy smile. “We’re with you always. We visit you all the time, which reminds me - I loved my pancakes and the toys you gave me. Papá and I played a match with the new soccer ball you left for me on Dia de los Muertos. Thank you for leaving my favorite candy, too.”

Miguel cries softly and holds Gabi tighter in his arms. “You…” he attempts but is unable to finish his thought about them visiting him that night.

“We’re always with you,” his wife confirms with a smile meeting his eyes but she, too, looks behind him for a second.

He feels Gabi shift again, looking behind him. “She’s calling you,” she says softly.

Miguel dries his face with the sleeves of his shirt. “Who?” he asks, confused.

“You know who,” Gabriel says with a small smile. “You know exactly who. Miguel – you have a long life ahead of you. Make it count,” he whispers. “Leave a legacy that’s far greater than your leadership. Far greater than your duty and work. Live life, hermano. I know it’s not easy and we don’t expect you to move forward overnight but try. Try for us in the beginning until you find it in you to do it for yourself. Just try,” Gabriel says softly.

Miguel nods with tears. “I’ll try, Gabrielito. I’ll try.”

Gabriel smiles. “It’s been great seeing you, Miguelito.”

“Don’t call me that,” Miguel says but he says it with a smile.

“For old time’s sake, hermano,”Gabriel says and wipes his own tears away. “It’s been really great seeing you, but you must return now.”

“Return?” Miguel asks confused, still holding Gabi in his arms.

“You’ve been away too long, daddy. You must go back now. It’ll be alright,” Gabi says with a smile.

Everyone turns to look behind Miguel. He doesn’t know what they keep looking at.

“I don’t want to leave…” Miguel says softly, holding Gabi closer.

“Miguel – you must. It’s not time yet. And she’s calling you,” his wife says.

“Who’s calling me?” he asks.

His wife smiles and shakes her head. “One of the brightest people I’ve ever met, and you don’t see it, do you?”

Miguel stares at his wife before he meets the other two adults’ gazes. He realizes it. He must go. He nods slowly and holds Gabi for a minute longer, closing his eyes. Gabi hugs him tighter.

“There’s nothing to forgive but I know you need to hear it, so I’ll say it. I forgive you… You’ll always be my dad, no matter what,” she whispers, filling Miguel’s chest with ache and love all at once.

“Mija… Thank you,” Miguel breathes out gently.

He puts Gabi down, smiling down at her. He doesn’t understand it. She looks the same age she was when she passed away, but she sounds so much wiser. Like she knows more than he does. He pats her head softly before he meets his variant’s gaze.

“Thank you again…”

His variant nods, giving him a gentle smile.

Miguel’s eyes turn to his wife, who’s already looking at him. She nods softly.

“We’ll see you when it’s your time,” she says before she takes his hand again, giving it a soft squeeze before releasing it.

Finally, Miguel turns to Gabriel.

“It’ll be alright, hermano. We’ll see you when it’s time. And don’t forget we’re always with you,” he says as Gabi leans on him. Miguel watches his brother pick up Gabriella, holding her in his arms. “It’s time.”

Miguel nods before he gives his brother and Gabriella a hug, wrapping his long arms around them. He pulls his wife into it, too. He ends up offering his hand to his variant, inviting him into the hug. At the end of the day, they were linked. Forever.

His variant accepts his hand and gives him a nod, joining the moment.

They pull apart a few seconds later, giving Miguel space. He stares at them as they stand side by side, his brother still holding Gabi. They smile at him and give him reassuring nods. Miguel nods just as his variant walks closer to him, separating from the group as if to talk with him in private.

“Before you go… I want to tell you that I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago, really. I thank you for being a father to Gabi, for treating her the way I would’ve and know that in her eyes and mine, you are a father to her. I also want to tell you… that you have a chance, Miguel. Take it,” his variant says softly. “Our lives have never been easy, and you know that, but one thing I learned when I was alive was that sometimes all you need is a small purpose to keep you going,” his variant says briefly looking back at Gabi. “And I don’t mean work, for we both know what that does to us. Find the true purpose. Keep going. Live life. Accept those that wish to be near you,” he says, laying a hand on Miguel’s shoulder. “You’re worthy of it, don’t forget that.”

Miguel nods. “Thank you, Miguel.”

His variant nods, giving him a smile before he returns to the group. Miguel watches them for a few seconds.

“Go on, daddy! You must return now,” Gabi says looking behind him.

“She’s still calling you,” Gabriel adds but Miguel still doesn’t know who is calling him.

Miguel turns around. He’s no longer met with the view of his large windows facing the city, instead all he sees is a warm light. He turns back around.

“I’ll see you again, right?” he asks, quietly.

His family nods.

“Of course, and we’ll be ready for that day when it comes, hermano but that day is not today. For now, just now we’re always with you,” Gabriel says. “And I don’t mean to rush you, but you should really get back now.”

Miguel nods once again and before he leaves, he walks the short distance and gives everyone a last hug, squeezing Gabi and Gabriel tighter. He returns to his spot and nods. It’s time. He waves goodbye before he turns around to face the light. He walks into it, seeing nothing but light and when he looks behind his shoulder, he sees his family wave goodbye one last time. Miguel’s heart aches as he walks away but there’s also a lightness that he hasn’t felt in a long time.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _/\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/

“It’s okay, Miguel,” you shakily whisper as Miguel mumbles something in his sleep.

You watch him with your tear-stained face after what happened. The last thirty minutes were overwhelming to say the least. You try to forget it for now but you’re unable to put away the worry and stress of what you witnessed. As Miguel mumbles in his sleep again, you release a shaky breath.

Miguel’s heartbeat gave up for a few minutes and all you could do was watch and call his name helplessly as the medical professionals resuscitated him. You stand by his side now, thankful but still on edge as Miguel moves his head slightly.

“It’s alright. Everything is alright,” you whisper as he moves.

You notice his eyebrows furrowing as he mumbles yet something else, but his words are incoherent. You watch as his eyes move under his eyelids before they begin to flutter as if he’s waking up. You hold your breath, as it slowly becomes apparent his eyes are opening. Miguel looks around the hospital room slowly as if trying to figure out where he’s at before they fall on you.

“Y/N…” he whispers softly.

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*Translation for italicized Spanish words:* Mierda - shit Mija - my daughter Hermano - brother Papá - dad Por favor - please Dia de los Muertos - Day of the Death ___

Thank you for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed this part despite the angst. The next part will contain more fluff, promise 🥹 can we just talk about reader giving Miguel her gizmo??? 😭 I don't know why but that made me so sad and that probably sounds stupid since I wrote it but anyway... I still love Miguel ❤️

-Alondra

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obsessedwithmiguel · 3 months

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My Headcanons for this man.

This is my first time writting here and my first lenguage is not English, so my apologies for bad grammar.

▪︎ To be honest, I don't think he is a very affectionate person.

▪︎ I'm sure he is a person who overthinks a lot.

▪︎ He is definitely a coffee man, especially with black coffee that has no sugar or milk. Pure, pure coffee.

▪︎ Is he a man of many words? No. I think that just his look is enough to know more or less what he means.

▪︎ He doesn't like to repeat, if you didn't listen once, he won't repeat it to you again. The fact that you didn't listen is your responsibility.

▪︎ He is not late to ANY place. Always punctual. Most likely, arrive a few minutes before arrival time just to be safe.

▪︎ We all agree that this man is a workaholic.

▪︎ He hates it when neighbors play loud music in the middle of the night. He would cover his ears with those sound-blocking earplugs if he wanted to sleep.

▪︎ I don't know why, but I have a feeling that he would suffer from insomnia. Because of the nightmares he would have and because of the weight of the great responsibility he carries.

▪︎ Do you like cats? Probably. Dogs? Hmm, no thanks.

▪︎ He rarely rests because he overworks himself a lot.

▪︎ When he gets home, he deactivates the suit and lies down in bed and goes to sleep, as they say.

▪︎ When he walks he drags his feet, the fatigue is so much that he can even feel how heavy he is.

▪︎ I am 100% sure that he suffers from migraine. He must have two bottles of Advil Migraine. I bet he takes two to three pills. He has two pots at home and another two pots in his 'cave'.

▪︎ When he has a headache he lays his head on the desk and massages his own scalp, temple or forehead.

▪︎ HATES loud sounds. I feel that he would prefer that when they talk to him, it be in a normal voice. But if you are a person who normally speaks loudly (like me) you would have to speak softly and softly.

▪︎ He lowers the brightness of the screens so that they don't strain his eyesight so much.

▪︎ When he goes out, he wears glasses. They can't say no to me.

▪︎ Listen to bachata, especially Romeo Santos. His favorite songs are: Eres mia and Propuesta Indescente.

▪︎ We agree that he has a fascination with slow motion, right?

▪︎ He doesn't like to be answered. In the sense that if he is protestant, he does not like to be contradicted and/or answered with sarcasm or attitude.

#miguel o’hara headcanon #atsv headcanons #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader

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menofchaos · 2 months

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Coco

Note: Third time I'm trying to send this out! I missed sleep to write this, which usually means it'll end up being one of my favorites like the Vegas story. I do have more of this written, so please let me know if anyone would be interested! This is the first installment of Coco x museum! reader. Picture credit goes to @richardcabralofficial on ig & divider credit goes to @spideyspeaches. Enjoy!

Coco lit a cigarette as he walked down the sunny streets of downtown San Diego, Angel and Gilly planning their evening of bar hopping. They decided to head down to the beach for a long weekend, a getaway from the pressures of Santo Padre.

“Damn, that’s a big ass building.”

“Ain’t this the museum you wanted to go to?” Angel asked.

EZ nodded, “Yeah at some point. You guys don’t have to come in.”

The four of them turned down the street toward the entrance and Gilly laughed, “Oh I’m definitely going.”

Angel frowned, “You wanna go to a museum? You good, homie?”

“If all the chicks in the museum look like that? Fuck yeah, I do,” he scoffed and nodded over at the museum steps.

They all looked up to see two men in suits talking to a woman, her long curly hair flowing gently in the wind as she laughed. Coco’s eyes widened when he saw ink covering her throat, bright acrylics on her tattooed hands. His eyes followed her curves, covered up by her professional attire. He licked his lips when he heard Angel mumble, “Damn.”

EZ shook his head, “I didn’t mean we had to go now.”

“What better time than the present, boy scout?” Gilly smirked, “You guys in?”

Angel looked over at Coco, who shrugged, “Why not?”

“Alright,” Gilly clapped, “Think she dresses like that all the time?”

“She’s way out of your league,” Angel snorted, shaking his head as they crossed the street.

“You think you have a better chance?” Gilly arched an eyebrow.

Coco laughed, “You two gonna bet again? Since it went so well last time.”

Both men glared at him before going back to arguing over who would ask her out. The men in suits walked away and the woman turned to see the four of them heading up the stairs.

“Welcome,” she smiled and opened the door, “Ticket counter is to your left, let me know if you have any questions about the exhibits.”

Gilly looked her over slowly, “Thanks mami. I do have a question. Are you the exhibit?”

She laughed politely, “No, I’m not.”

“Too bad, I can’t stop staring,” he winked, heading inside.

“All these artifacts and I can’t take my eyes off you,” Angel smirked and followed him in.

EZ shook his head, “I’m sorry about them, it’s their first day in public.”

Coco took off his sunglasses as she laughed, “It’s all good, I’ve heard worse,” she closed the door behind them, “Enjoy the museum,” she winked at Coco before a younger employee called her over.

Coco watched her walk off, hips swaying. Gilly and Angel were still quietly bickering over her. While they were distracted, he took a few steps toward where she stood with another woman wearing a regular museum uniform. The woman went into the exhibit and she turned to Coco.

“Can I help you?” she asked him.

“Just wanted to apologize again for my brothers,” he told her, “They’re harmless.”

She smiled, “That’s sweet, thank you. Like I said, I’ve had way worse pick up lines than that. I was a little bummed I didn’t hear one from you, though,” she admitted.

Coco’s eyes widened and he smiled, “Oh yeah?”

She nodded, “See if it was more original than your brothers,” she teased.

He laughed softly, “They didn’t exactly get creative, did they?”

“No but at least they didn’t say they’d nail me to the wall,” she shivered slightly in disgust, “That one grosses me out.”

He shook his head, “I wouldn’t have let them get away with that one.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Coco,” he held a hand out to her, “Yours?”

She introduced herself and shook his hand, “I guess you wouldn’t let them get away with that, would you, boogeyman?”

His eyes lit up, “You know that story?”

She smiled, “Of course,” she scanned the patches on his leather. Coco held his breath for a moment, waiting for her to dismiss him, “Santo Padre? What brings you to San Diego?”

“We wanted to get out of the desert for a few days,” he murmured, “Hang out at the beach.”

“That’s why I live here, so I can be on the beach whenever,” she smiled, “How long are you in town for?”

“Till Tuesday,” he bit his lip, willing his heart to slow down.

She nodded, holding his gaze for a moment, “So, you got a line?”

He shook his head, “No lines,” he licked his lips, “But I’d love to take you out later.”

She smiled, “I can’t tonight but I’ll take your number and call you tomorrow?” she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Coco recited his number to her, smirking when he glanced over to see Gilly and Angel glaring at him. She nodded, “I’ll see you soon?” she took a few steps back, smiling.

“See you soon,” he smiled slowly, his eyes on hers.

She giggled and turned down a hallway, out of his sight. He rejoined the other guys.

“What just happened?” Angel asked, “You get her number?”

He shook his head, “Gave her mine. Thanks for making me look good,” he smirked as EZ handed him a ticket, “Thanks, bro.”

“Motherfucker,” Gilly swore, “You’re such a dick.”

After the museum, the four of them headed to dinner, then a bar on the beach. They stood around a pool table, EZ and Angel against Coco and Gilly.

“I still can’t believe you snaked her from me,” Gilly shook his head.

“You don’t have a claim on her, homie,” he smirked, taking a sip of beer.

“You come on too aggressive, bro,” Angel said.

EZ snorted, “You weren’t much better.”

Angel scoffed, “I wasn’t as bad as him!”

“All I did was give her my number,” Coco watched Gilly take his turn, “It’s not like I stole your girlfriend or some shit.”

Coco was in the middle of his turn when a loud cheer erupted behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a high top all holding their drinks up, laughing.

“Wait, isn’t that her?”

Coco grinned when he saw her sitting at the high top, a pink margarita in her hand and a relaxed smile on her face. She caught his gaze and she smiled wider, waving at him. He held up a finger, turning back to finish his turn, “It is.”

He sunk two balls and missed the third, setting his cue down when he heard, “Lord have mercy. Look at that.”

All thought left his mind when he saw her heading toward him. She had forgone her professional attire, a longer asymmetrical skirt with a button up and blazer, for a tight black and white dress that hit mid thigh. Her long curled were tied up in a ponytail, two braids nestled among the strands. Her darker lipstick made him want to smear it.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey,” he murmured, “You look beautiful.”

She giggled shyly, “Thank you. This is a coincidence.”

“Your plans for the night?” he asked, glancing at the table that was not so subtly spying on her.

She nodded, “College friends in town for the night. We’re going to the beach tomorrow before their flight leaves.”

Coco smirked, “We’re going to the beach too. The one down the road.”

“So are we,” she laughed, “Another coincidence.”

“Or fate,” he suggested, failing to keep himself from checking her out.

She felt butterflies under his gaze, “Could be. I gotta get back but how about this? If you find me at the beach tomorrow, you can take me out to dinner.”

His eyes lit up at the challenge. Between his military training and club antics, he knew he could meet it, “I’m down. See you tomorrow, ma.”

“See you tomorrow,” she kissed his cheek softly, walking back to her group. He couldn’t stop smirking the rest of the night.

Coco sat down on a lounge chair between Angel and Gilly, “Why the fuck do we stay in the desert when we could be here?” he asked as Angel passed him the blunt.

Angel laughed, “We should convince Alvarez to start a San Diego charter.”

“Coco just wants to be near his new girl,” Gilly opened a beer.

“You still bitching about that?” Coco arched an eyebrow, “How many chicks are out here, go pick up one up if you got that much game.”

“Oh now you got game?” Gilly asked, “With that crooked ass nose.”

Coco passed the blunt to EZ, retort on his tongue when his phone lit up with an unknown number. He opened it to find a picture of her smiling, sunglasses covering her eyes and her long hair tied up in a messy bun. He could only see from her shoulders up, a table with beer pong set up in the background. It was accompanied by a text.

I’m here! Ready for your mission?

He smirked, typing out, ‘Mission accepted’ before standing up, “Well you fuckers can keep playing with each other, I’m going to get a date.”

EZ grinned, “Good luck, bro.”

Coco fist bumped him, “Good luck with these two,” he joked and grabbed his phone and cigarettes, sliding his sunglasses on as he walked up to the top of the sand. He remembered the size of her group the night before and knew they wouldn’t be that hard to spot. He checked the picture again, his heart skipping a beat at her smile. Another text came in as he tried to study the background for clues.

No clues but I do have a drink waiting for you

He noticed rocks behind her and scanned the beach, grinning when he saw a cliff to his left. He walked down to the water, taking his time to smoke a cigarette as he made his way over. A large blue canopy with a long table under it was set up next to the cliff, coolers and bags scattered around towels and blankets set up on the ground. He swore under his breath when he spotted her in nothing but a black and green two piece, a drink in each hand. Tattoos covered both arms and curled around her long legs, a few on her back and sides. She was talking to two other women, one in a pink one piece and the other covered by an oversized white t shirt and men’s swimming trunks. Four guys stood at either end of the beer pong table in different colored bathing suits. He walked up, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and grinned.

“Coco!” she leaned in to kiss his cheek, “That didn’t take nearly as long as I expected.”

He laughed, “I was a Marine, baby.”

“That’s not fair,” she pouted, “Here’s a beer if you want it. Let me introduce you to everyone,” she offered him the bottle.

“Sure, thank you,” he took it and followed her around the tent, shaking hands with everyone. They all went to college together, getting picked up and invited in by others in the friend group. They used to be a bigger group, she explained, but fights, moves and break ups splintered the group until it was the remaining seven of them. She hung back with him as the guys kept playing, one white boy, Dan or Dave or something, glancing at him often with a glare.

“Your friend in the green doesn’t like me that much,” he teased a few minutes later.

She looked over at the canopy and sighed, “He claims he’s protective, but he’s not like that about anyone else. He’s just one of those white knight guys.”

“White knight guys?” he frowned.

“Yeah, if I do something he thinks could hurt me, he acts concerned for my well being but he just has feelings for me and gets jealous,,” she explained, “He did the same thing in college when he found out I was dancing.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Dancing?”

She nodded, looking up at him, “I didn’t come from a good family or anything, so I had to pay my own way through college. I got some scholarships but it didn’t cover everything so I started stripping to help pay my bills and shit,” he watched her as she spoke, knowing this was a test of his reaction.

“That’s smart, you probably made bank,” he winked.

A smile lit up her face, satisfied in his response, “You know I did. No student loans for me.”

White Knight Dan/Dave called her over for her turn but she declined, telling him she’d play later. His disappointment was visible, tossing another glare Coco’s way as he went back to the game.

Coco smirked, “Damn, I’m making all kinds of enemies talking to you.”

She took a sip of her beer, “Who else?”

“My homie’s still mad,” he laughed.

“Tell him if he can find it in his heart to forgive you, I have a bunch of hot, single friends I can introduce him to,” she offered.

He laughed softly, “That might do it, thanks mami.”

#mayans imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz #johnny coco cruz #coco x reader #mayans mc

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kaashallmighty · 1 year

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Whatever I Have Left

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Male Reader

WARNING: bit of mary jane magic💨

You n Oscar talking😭✋🏿...

I couldn’t decide if I wanted some fluff/angst shit or a really fru fru shnookums type beat but ig we’ll see

I forgot to mention that most if not all my writing gonna be with a black/poc coded reader in mind because I’m just that nigga🤞🏿. But honestly i don’t give a fuck who reads as long as u not being a fucking buffoon abt it. . . . PEACE🫂

The sun is just starting to set when you arrive on the beach shore. The waves crashing against the sand and the call of seabirds fill your ears as you start your search for Oscar. It had been a few days since kicking his little brother out to the streets and of course he wasn’t doing well at all. You went to his house to check up on him as you had been doing but there was no sign of him. That brings you to the beach. This is where the oldest Díaz brother is found when things get overwhelmingly complicated, his safe space. The first thing you ever learned about Oscar is that he finds security at the beach. You spot his car before you see him further down perched against the rocks.

You know Oscar hears you walk up but he decides against looking at you, focused on the ocean breeze against his skin. Plopping down beside him you pull a lighter from your pocket and the blunt behind your ear. Lighting up you stayed silent, knowing better than to try and push Oscar into talking.

“It shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t have to rob my own blood of a bed to sleep in.” You know he isn’t wanting a response but you turn your head towards him to show you are listening. His brows furrowed and mouth formed into a scowl as he continued.

“Cesar isn’t made for this typa life, yet because of me he’s headed in the wrong direction. We should be somewhere living a normal life where all he has to be worried about is school and teenage hormones. We look over our backs when our biggest concern should be work or our own familia running arou-”

He stops dead in his tracks. He expects you to scrutinize him like he’s betting all his worth on the most unfeasible outcome of his future. Expects you to snap him into the reality of what’s bound to happen due to the lifestyles y’all lead. Background noise fades out and plunges him into hypotheticals jumbling around in his head.

The heat radiating onto his fingers pinching the still burning blunt shakes him out of his head. With a clear of his throat and a quick glance in your general direction, he takes a slow drag of the content and hands it off to you. “Oscar, you aren’t stupid for wanting better than the gang. Aspirations make us human

“The Santos will still be the Santos long after you are gone and when the time comes that you decide step down, we’ll pick Cesar up by his mangy scruff n move to fucking Miami.” You cackle and the dopiest smile makes its way onto Oscar’s face as he watches you ramble about him not having to leave the ocean behind.

“On some real shit tho, I wanna spend whatever I have left with yo ass.” Your words come out low and raspy, but hold a hardness that would guarantee Oscar knows you aren’t spouting drug induced whims. You ash the roach in the sand and look up. Red hazy eyes meet the mocha pools finally staring back at you.

Reaching a hand out to his nape, you pull him forward, resting your foreheads together. Your fingers find purchase running along the tattoo adorning Oscar’s neck. His shoulders noticeably relax, relieved of the tension he felt. ‘Whatever you have left’ could range from a few hours to a hefty number of years. Letting your words hang over in the air, he leans further into your touch. He relishes the fact that he has another reason to want to abandon Santos life.

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s1ckh1mb0 · 10 months

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Drabble based off of this message from my lovely bf>_<

A bit of toxic eren😵‍💫

Once you received that text you absolutely knew you were fucked. I mean you didn’t do anything wrong in your eyes you were just getting your lick back. Eren was on live entertaining all those other bitches with his wife beater and grey sweats on answering all those little bitches questions while he was on live at Connie’s house. He was practically throwing himself at them in your eyes. So of course you had texted him to get his ass back home or you was gonna act just like him. But he didn’t think you were serious so he just told you to chill and when all he got back was “Bet” he thought that was the end of it. Well damn was he wrong.. once he was the scandalous picture you posted on your insta with FREAK NASTY by Meghan thee Stallion in the background he got heated. He was blowing up your phone which you ignored for a while. But once you answered a argument erupted which led to the messages above^^. He let you know he was on his way home but that message circulated through out your mind and once he stepped in the house you wanted him to act upon what he said.

Sub reader!

“Soo what’s up cause you was talking all that shit in the messages?” You placed your hands on your hips and cocked an eyebrow. He scoffed and went to walk away from you but you grabbed his arm making him face you “You gonna pretend you don’t hear me?”. “Chill with that grabbing shit yo I don’t like that, you was the one flaunting ya self on insta and shit for other mother fuckers to see so go fuck with them.”. “Oh yeah maybe I should they could probably fuck me better than you could anyways”. There was a moment of silence before you were pinned to the wall. Eren had you lifted up with your legs around his waist. “Yeah well lets see who’s name you’re gonna be screaming once I beat ya shit up”

Dom reader!

You stood in front of Eren with your arms crossed across your chest. He cocked his eyebrow at you “What?”. A scoff came from you as you grabbed his belt and dragged him to the couch and pushed him down. Before he could protest you grabbed his face making him gulp “Have you lost your fucking mind hm? You think just cause you out with ya friends that all of a sudden you can talk to me any way you want to?”. He let out a small whine and pressed his thighs together. He loved when you put him in his place like some type of slut. “What don’t got anything to say now huh? You were so quick to run your with in those message though.” A smirk grew on your face as pulled your pants down and pulled his face close to your pussy/dick “Since you like to run ya mouth so fuckin much let’s put that mouth of yours to some good use~”

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months

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Lake Tahoe Series - Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Sledding!

Tagging: @darqchilddaydreamz @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx @theesirenteller @darqchilddaydreamz @wnbweasley @bonni-98 @skyesthebomb @yezzyyae @delightfulbelieverwerewolf @redpool @trublu2u @fleureeee

Set a few years after End of the Line which ties in to a Hank Loza storyline

It’s at Black Bear Lodge in Lake Tahoe that you meet Manny. He’s sitting at the bar in a white sweater, his thumb chasing over the etchings in the crystal tumbler that he holds in his hand as he studies the amber liquid.

You’ve been sitting here for a couple of hours now, finishing up an article you were writing up on Reed Mather, a tattooist that works out of Lake Monster whose use of bold colouring was proving revolutionary in the field.

It’s the reason you’re up here at this time of year, four days after Christmas. The truth is you have nowhere else to be. You have no family; your friends are all settled, and you can’t stand the idea of another seasonal blind date. The people in your life, they’re well-meaning but they don’t understand that being alone, isn’t the same as being lonely. You enjoy your own company; you’re not looking for a relationship. You enjoy the freedom you have to travel, to explore.

You’ve got another three days booked in the Lodge, you’d splashed out on one of suites with a jetted tub and planned to spend a couple of hours soaking. It’s when you close your laptop that a drink appears in front of you, you pick it up surveying the amber liquid before raising it to your lips and taking a sip.

It’s smoky and warm on your tongue, the heat flowing through your chest as you meet Manny’s gaze across the bar. He smiles before tipping his glass towards you and you smile back.

That’s how it starts this thing between the two of you.

A glass of top shelf whiskey on a Chesterfield couch, laughing so hard that your ribs hurt.

“So, what brings you here?” You ask him, drawing your legs up underneath you. Your arm comes to rest on the back of the couch, the sleeve of your jumper riding up towards your elbow. Manny’s fingertips trail across your bare skin, sending a rush of anticipation chasing through your synapses.

“My daughter.” He says softly, the edges of his mouth turning up into a small smile. “She’s always wanted to go sledding and we don’t get much snow up in Yuma. We went to that place further up, Heavenly Lake.”

“I bet she loved it. I’ve been up there a few times; it turns out I’m terrible at winter sports.” You tell him and he laughs, it’s such a rich, genuine sound, that you feel all the way down to your bones.

“Yea I discovered the same thing.” He confides. “My daughter took to it like she was born to do it. We had a lot of fun together on the sleds but everything else…”

He shakes his head.

“I’m not made for the cold weather. Her mother, my ex, picked her up this afternoon and I’m kinda at a loose end tonight.”

You turn your hand over and his thumb smooths over your underarm, tracing over the tattoo of a laurel wreath on your wrist. The one you you’d gotten after you’d won an award for your photography collection ‘The Ancient Art’ – documenting different tattoo methods throughout the world.

“I know this work.” He says, before his eyes flicker up and meet yours. “Hank Loza out of Santo Padre.”

“He’s done all my tattoos.” You tell him and you see Manny’s interest pique, his gaze straying to the contours of your navy-blue sweater. You imagine his hands straying underneath it, ghosting over the tattoos that decorate your body. He wants to see them, you can tell.

“The Tattoo Journalist.” He recalls, teasing over the leaves etched into your skin. “The two of you used to be a thing.”

“A couple of years ago.” You tell him, watching as his fingertips trail across your palm. “He’s settled now, has two kids with a lovely woman called Maggie.”

His fingers caress yours before they settle within the grooves, entwining. The silver stacker ringers you wear upon your fingers clack against his own.

“No lingering feelings?” He questions and you shake your head with a wry smile.

“He needed someone more present and that just wasn’t me.” You tell him honestly, cradling your glass of whiskey to your chest.

“Ah.” He says, nodding his head in understanding. “That’s the reason my marriage fell apart, I wasn’t very present. I’m a good father, a decent President but a shitty husband. We co-parent and she’ll always be the mother of my child but…”

“Sometimes two people just aren’t right for each other, no matter how much you try to make it work.” You say and he smiles that handsome smile of his before he brings your hand to his mouth.

His gaze is heated when he looks at you, you can see his desire simmering in his eyes as his lips brush over the hollow of your wrist.

“You wanna get out of here?” He murmurs against your skin. “Continue this someplace else.”

“Yea.” You say, setting your glass of whiskey down on the table. “I think I do.”

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madschiavelique · 9 months

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This random question just popped up in my mind just now while writing a lil short story but,, just wondering if you may have ideas or headcanons for Miguel when celebrating the holidays 🤔..

Okay so there are lots of different holidays in every culture such like days off for celebration and entire weeks of relief, so I’m going to try and keep it as general as possible by just going for some of the most famous (to give a global idea)

If this is a celebratory holiday, like Christmas for instance, he brings so many gifts it’s almost indecent. I feel like, if he were to offer presents and he hesitated on what to offer, he’d buy all the options he though of and offer them, saying “I wasn’t sure which of all these you’d prefer, so I got them all. Keep them.” because giving back the product to the store is not really an option for Miguel. (Let’s be honest, he’d be rich enough to buy some entire brands, but he doesn’t)

When it comes to Halloween – dià de las brujas, dià de todos los santos and dià de los muetros – you can be SURE he has tons of candy prepared. He even asks what the kids’ favourite candies are so that he can give them what they want ! (this man updates every year his catalogue because he makes research on what the kids are liking nowadays in terms of sweets)

He goes out to the parties of these three days, and this is some of the only time of the year where you might miraculously see him dance (print this in your mind, because this is a very rare event)

Bonus : if he has a partner that is sensitive to the sound of fireworks, he’ll cover their ears

During most elongated periods of day off, he’ll certainly feel guilty about wasting his time enjoying peace and calm, and will undoubtedly find opportunities to work.

He is not against travelling – even less if he has his watch with him to allow him to go back to the society or change dimension if need be.

I bet there’s a good possibility that Miguel and the other spiders go into vacation in other dimensions for their paradise-like scenery.

“Never been to this dimension ? You’ll see, the pink water sparkles as bright as stars in the middle of the night”

now random thoughts :

he’s definitely the kind of man who kisses his partner right on new year’s

he’ll sometime pick the beach as a location just to have his partner rub sun screen on his body AND for him to do the same

he asks Lyla to give him the best ideas for spots to hide the chocolate eggs on Easter week – all the spiders once made a chocolate Miguel’s Ass for Easter to have an excuse to eat his ass… so many sacrifices for such a glorious outcome

To resume : the only holidays he celebrates/enjoys is either the ones he can spend with his close ones to give them gifts, or the ones can enjoy both by himself calmly or with his partner.

#mads' asks ⟢ ݁ ˖‧˚₊ ☁︎#mads' thoughts ⟢ ݁ ˖‧˚₊ ☁︎#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #astv headcannons #headcanon #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara headcanon #miguel spiderman #miguel astv #astv miguel #astv #astv x reader #astv headcanons #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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Young Love

Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Language, violence, child abuse

Last Chapter

Chapter 17-

You rotated out drivers every few hours on the boat, taking turns sleeping and you found yourself on the same shift as JJ.

He sat on the chair behind you while you stood by the wheel, talking quietly together not wanting to wake the others sleeping in the cabin below.

"What did that Singh guy want from you and Kie?"

"He wanted Denmark's diary." You answered, glancing over your shoulder to see the surprised look on his face.

"Why?"

"He said it leads to a treasure that's much bigger than the Royal Merchant." You answered with a shrug.

"A much bigger treasure?" He repeated, standing up and walking over to you. "What kind of treasure?"

"Well, he thinks the diary has a clue to the location of some city of gold. Like the gold on the Merchant was just a small part of it."

"Okay, so the diary we have leads to a 500-year-old treasure that no one's ever found?"

You nodded, "pretty much."

"Wow." He replied, a little lost for words.

"If that's all true and if... if my dad is still alive, it is no coincidence that he was on that island at the same time we were. He's hunting the same treasure. All this time... he's still hunting fucking treasure." You said, shaking your head in anger.

"He might not be alive."

"I hope he isn't." You sighed.

"Hey. Look at me." JJ suddenly said, slipping his arm around your waist as you tilted your head up towards him. "Whatever happens, we're going to handle it together, okay? We always do."

You nodded, smiling softly at him before resting your head against his shoulder, your hands still on the wheel as you both stared at out at the sea in front of you.

After a quick pitstop for fuel and food, you continued the journey to OBX and by the following night, you finally reached the familiar waters of the Outer Banks. As you pulled up to the dock out the front of your house, you noticed an unfamiliar boat tied off. John B had bet you back home. He was here.

"Thank God." You sighed, a wave of relief washing over you.

"Are you two okay if we drop you off? I gotta drop off the others and swing by my dad's place for clothes that aren't weeks old." JJ said, glancing between you and Sarah.

"Yeah, of course." Sarah replied, already climbing off the boat and running towards the house in the dark.

"I'll see you in the morning." You replied, leaning forward and kissing him before you followed Sarah to the house.

It was dark. None of the outdoor lights were working which meant the electricity had been cut. Well, guess that made sense if no electricity bills had been paid for a while.

"He's asleep on the porch couch." Sarah whispered, quietly walking up the steps of the porch.

You followed, spotting your brother laying on his back on the old couch and you smiled. He was alive and he was okay. Thank goodness.

You thought about going inside and getting changed, but you were exhausted, and the cool night breeze outside would be a lot nicer than the hot stuffy house. So, you sat down on the old rocking chair while Sarah curled up beside your brother and you fell asleep.

"Dad! Hey, Dad!" A voice shouted, startling you awake in an instant.

"What the fuck?" You mumbled to yourself, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before you looked around to find Sarah and John B by the front of the house. "Some people are trying to sleep you know!"

John B looked over at you, his eyes wide in shock like he hadn't seen you sleeping near him earlier. You grinned at him, standing up.

"Hey, bro." You greeted, walking down the porch steps as he rushed over and hugged you.

You hugged him back before pulling away and shoving his chest, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

"Don't ever do that again. You hear me? I thought I lost you!" You shouted softly, pushing him once more.

"Hey. Hey. I'm still here." John B insisted, grabbing your hand when you tried to shove him again. "I'm still here, and so is our father."

The world around you came to a screeching halt at that single word. Your heart skipping a beat as sudden dread filled your stomach. Your father was here...

"Hello, Sarah! Or should I say Mrs. Routledge?" A voice you thought you'd never hear again suddenly called out.

You didn't want to turn around. Turning around meant looking at him, and looking at him meant seeing him, and seeing him meant it was real. It meant he was really here, and you were not ready for that.

Sarah's eyes widened, "oh my God!" She jogged past you towards your father and hugged him, but you kept staring forward, your back facing him.

"Welcome to the family, Sarah. Come on, son. It's a day of celebration. Bring it on in, boy."

John B glanced over at you with an almost apologetic look in his eye before he walked over and hugged them both.

Taking in a deep shaky breath, you slowly turned to face him to find the three of them hugging, your father completely oblivious to the fact that you were there.

"Uh, Dad? There's someone else you'd like to see." John B said, taking a step back and motioning towards you.

Big John frowned in confusion before turning around and his eyes widened. Except, it wasn't like when John B had seen you. His wide eyes were full of so much joy, relief and happiness, but Big John? Not even close.

"What are you doing here?" Your father questioned, marching towards you. "You're not meant to be here."

"What?" You asked, unable to process the fact that those were his first words to his daughter after not seeing you for years.

"You're meant to be at boarding school."

He was joking, right? He had to be joking, surely.

His eyes hardened in your direction, and you very quickly realised that he was being dead serious.

"Yeah? Well, you're meant to be dead. So, I guess we're all disappointed then." You snapped, folding your arms across your chest.

"The hell did you just say to me?" He questioned, taking a step towards you.

"Nothing. Nothing." John B quickly said, stepping between you. "She didn't mean anything by that, right, Y/N?" He asked, shooting you a warning look.

"Right." You replied dryly, not sounding convincing at all.

"No. No. Son, it's okay. Y/N, say what you want to. This is an open space, we can all be honest with each other."

"Oh, we can be honest, can we? Okay, why did you really send me off to boarding school?" You questioned.

His expression turned cold, "you know why."

"Because I was getting in the way of your stupid treasure hunting. Because I stood up to you when you were being a terrible father and you either couldn't handle the fact that I was actually standing up for myself or the fact that I was right. You were a terrible father."

"Y/N. Stop." John B whispered, Sarah standing beside him remaining uncharacteristically quiet as she watched.

"It's the truth. We both know it." You responded, glancing over at your brother before focusing back on Big John. "He knows it too. You were a terrible father. You were never there for us. You cared about the stupid fucking treasure more than you cared about us! I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?!"

"You are walking on some very thin ice, girl." Big John warned, his voice low and stern.

"What are you going to do? You going to hit me again?" You challenged.

"Maybe I should. It might knock some respect into you, you little brat."

"Whoa. Whoa. Okay, let's all just take a breath." John B hurriedly said, stepping back between you. "Y/N, do you really have to do this? Dad is back. I mean, we thought he was dead! Can't we just be a nice, happy family for five minutes?"

You stared at your twin in disbelief. He did not seriously say that to you, did he? After everything Big John put you through.

"You're taking his side, really?" You asked causing your brother to lower his head. "I can't believe this."

You glanced at Sarah who looked at you sadly before you looked back at your brother, his head still down, refusing to meet your gaze. Shaking your head, you turned and marched to the shack, not looking back.

"Y/N, wait!" John B shouted.

"Let her go, son." You heard your father say before you slammed the door shut behind you.

You went straight to your bedroom, slamming that door loudly too before leaning your back against it and sliding down to the ground, unable to stop the tears of anger from rising in your eyes.

Your breath grew thin and ragged as you sat there, your body trembling before you abruptly stood up and took your anger out on the objects on your desk. You threw the items across the room, your hairbrush flying into the wall, leaving a dent.

You knocked everything else off the wooden desk, angry tears silently falling down your face before you collapsed down on top of your bed and stared up at the old, stained roof.

Why did you leave Poguelandia?

Life was so much simpler on that island. You should have never gotten on that plane. You should have never left.

You weren't sure how long you laid on top of the mattress for, but you could hear Sarah shout goodbye to John B. She took your old bicycle to go get some clean clothes from her house. You listened to her leave before you realised that you hadn't heard your fathers voice for a while. He must have gone somewhere, thank goodness.

You had a quick shower, relieved that there was still running water hooked up to the house. Once you changed into fresh clothes, you walked out the bedroom to find your brother sitting on the couch, waiting for you.

"I'm sorry." He quickly said, abruptly standing up and walking over to you. "I'm sorry, but... but, I thought he was dead and now we get a second chance with him. We get a second chance with our dad. A chance to be a real family."

"John B..." you sighed, trailing off, not wanting to argue with him.

"He's changed. After what he went through, he's changed now. Please, just give him a second chance. Please, Y/N."

You stared at your brother for a few seconds and reluctantly nodded, but before you could say anything, the familiar sound of the Twinkie caught your attention.

"What the hell?" John B muttered, looking over at you, but you just shrugged your shoulders having no idea what was going on.

John B walked out the front door and you followed, but froze when you saw your father stepping out the Twinkie that was now parked in the front yard. Was he trying to win your brother over by returning his car from the impound yard? Seriously?

You remained on the porch, leaning against the pole while you watched John B walk over to the car in shock.

"Bought an old friend to see you." Big John said with a grin.

"Where'd you get this?" Your brother asked, still shocked that his car was back.

"The impound lot. Where do you think?"

"Where do I think? I don't know. I'm trying to figure out why you didn't tell us when Sarah was here." John B responded and you quickly realised that your father didn't trust Sarah. "Oh, Dad, come on. Seriously?"

"Hey. Just you and me."

"You and me. Great. What about Y/N?" He asked, but your father just gave him a stern look and John B sighed. "Well, did you at least find the diary?"

Guess Sarah wasn't the only one that your father didn't trust.

"Yeah, I found the diary, alright. It was a big pile of mush. The window was left down. It got rained on. You could've shut the window."

"Well, uh, there were some complications and I wasn't planning on being gone that long." John B simply answered, but that did not make your father happy.

"Yeah, well, that diary's done." He said angrily before shaking his head. "But I got another idea. Plan B. Come on."

You watched as Big John began to make his way back towards the driver's side door. Wait, they were leaving?

"Hey, where are you guys going?" You called out, announcing your presence as you stepped down the porch steps.

"Ain't none of your concern, kid." Your father grunted.

"Wait. Dad, c'mon. Y/N and I do everything together. You can trust her, she's your daughter-" John B tried to say before Big John cut him off.

"We are not taking her. Now get in the car, son."

"So, that's it? You're home for less than a day and you're already abandoning your child to go search for stupid treasure?" You questioned, watching your father get in the van.

"You are not a child. Not anymore."

You chuckled bitterly, "I never was."

Big John stared at you for a moment through the cracked windshield, a cloud of warning settling over his features as you folded your arms across your chest and glared at him, not backing down.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. We'll be back soon. I promise." John B apologised, sending you a sad smile before he climbed into the passenger seat.

You watched the Twinkie drive off through the trees before you walked out to the docks. You sat down on the edge, dangling your feet in the water and staring out along the horizon, taking in a few big deep breaths to calm yourself down.

You spent most the morning and afternoon on the dock, thinking and worrying about John B with your father. You had a bad feeling about them leaving together and you didn't know what to do.

"John B! Y/N! Anyone home?" JJ's voice suddenly shouted.

You glanced over your shoulder in surprise to find him dismounting his red dirt bike that you hadn't even heard pull up. How long were you zoned out for?

Jumping to your feet, you began walking back to the shack and called out to JJ. He turned and a relieved smile spread across his face when he saw you.

"It's good to see you. I've had the worst morning." He said, walking over and pulling you into a hug. His body was tense, but instantly began to relax in your embrace as you hugged him back.

"What happened?" You asked quietly, closing your eyes while you continued to hug him.

JJ sighed, holding you tightly, savouring the moment in your arms. "There's an eviction notice on my old man's front door. For, like, nonpayment or whatever."

"Shit, I'm sorry, JJ." You said, pulling away to look at him, but he just shook his head and looked away.

"Doesn't matter. That place sucks anyway. Great to be back in the Outer Banks, right?"

"I wish we never left the island." You admitted, smiling softly at him.

"You and me both, baby. You and me both." He sighed, slinging his arm across your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

The two of you stood in silence, looking out at the ocean while you leant against him. For a few beautiful moments, it felt like you were back on the island. It felt like you were standing on that golden beach with soft sand between your toes. The waves crashing on the shore and sun shining brightly above you.

For a few short, wonderful moments, you were back there. You were back in Poguelandia and it was perfect, but you knew it wasn't real.

"So... umm... my dad's back." You informed, breaking the peaceful silence.

It took JJ a couple seconds to react, but then he was letting go of you and spinning around, his wide eyes staring at you in shock.

"Holy shit, what? John B found him? Big John is back?"

"Yep."

"And you just let me ramble about a stupid eviction notice before you told me?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair as he looked back at the shack. "Is he..."

"No. No. Him and John B took the Twinkie to follow a lead for this new treasure. They're gone." You explained and JJs eyes widened further.

"Without us?"

"Big John doesn't trust anyone. Not even his own daughter."

JJs expression dropped before he lifted his hand and cupped the side of your face, "he didn't hurt you, did he? I swear to God, if he so much as touches a hair on your head-"

"No, no. He didn't touch me. I'm okay. We just got into a couple of heated arguments. A little yelling. Just the usual." You explained with a small shrug.

The sound of a bicycle bell rang in the background startling the two of you as you turned around to find Kiara pulling up to the shack.

"Hey!" You called out, walking over to her and changing the topic. "How'd it go with your parents?"

"Not great." She admitted, shaking her head as she climbed off the bike, leaning it up against the wall of the shack. "But, uh, Rafe's back."

"What do you mean?" JJ asked, joining the two of you by the shack.

"Rafe's back on the island. Sarah saw him. But, it's not just that... she overheard him saying that the cross is coming to Wilmington tomorrow night. Figured he must be trying to sell it."

Wait, what? Was she serious?

"Great." JJ sighed, "does Pope know?"

"Yeah, Sarah went to tell him. He's locked down though. Parents won't let him out. And I guess a John B and his dad went and got the Twinkie." She said, looking over at you for confirmation.

"Yep, just when we needed my brother, he takes off with dad to follow a lead on this city of gold." You muttered, kicking a rock with your shoe in frustration.

"Wait, we know where the cross is gonna be. That means it's still on the field. Okay, alright. So, we can come in and swoop. We're still in this, guys." JJ quickly said, beginning to pace while he thought. "We gotta get everybody together, then we'll come up with a plan. Get our asses to Wilmington."

"Let's go find the others." You said, and they both nodded in agreement.

It took a while to round up everyone, but an hour later, you, JJ, Pope, Cleo, Kie and Sarah were back at your shack, sitting on the porch while Sarah explained everything she knew.

Apparently, the cross was getting put on a train at Wilmington at 8 o'clock. She got a cargo number from the phone conversation she overheard, but that was all the details she had.

It wasn't a lot of information, but it was enough.

The following night, you all arrived at the train station. You and JJ on the back of his dirt bike while the others piled out a black Dodge Ram.

Wait, where did they get that vehicle from?

You dismounted JJs bike and walked over to them and had to do a double take when you saw Topper sitting in the driver's seat.

Well, guess Sarah got talking to him and somehow convinced him to help. Good plan.

"Well, there's like 1,000 trains here." Kie observed, climbing onto the carriage of one of the trains and you were quick to follow, getting the high ground to scope the place out. She was right though, there were heaps of trains.

"We know it's car 750X on the track to Raleigh." Pope supplied.

"Yeah, so now we just gotta find it." JJ said, his eyes scanning over all the trains.

"And we gotta work out how to stop the train." Pope reminded and you sighed, forgetting that little detail.

"How do we do that?" You asked, glancing over at your friends before JJ started to grin. "You have a plan already, don't you?"

"Yep. I got an uncle up in New Bern, right? When he got tipsy, he'd just throw an old chain across the tracks just for shits and giggles. And that old little chain would stop all the train traffic in coastal Carolina."

"A chain?" Kie asked sceptically.

"He's actually right." Pope informed, seeming as surprised as the rest of you. "There's a low-voltage current that runs across all rail tracks. Throw a chain on it, you close that circuit. It would read as another train. Crossing lights come down. Science is actually pretty sound."

JJs grin widened, "science. I knew my science."

"Okay. That's a good plan, but we don't have a chain." You pointed out causing JJs grin to disappear.

"No, but I bet Topper's dad has jumper cables in the truck." Sarah said, looking over at Pope. "Would that work?"

"Yeah."

You had no idea how jumper cables would work, but if he said it would work, then you trusted him.

"What's going on? Are we doing this or what?" Topper shouted from inside the truck.

You glanced over at him before looking back at the others, "you guys ready to steal this cross back?"

"Let's do it." They all nodded in agreement.

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cyberpsychotic-purgatory · 6 months

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Arriving at Red Dirt

Music: IBDY - Likewise

Arriving at "RED DIRT" bar, Paul is found upstairs sitting at a table with a new face next to him. Jack guesses it's his muscle. The man was your typical Animal for hire. Tall, broad frame, borg'd with combat implants, and always a stick up their ass of an attitude.

"Dread, glad you made it."

"Were you expecting trouble?"

"No I'm just tryin to be friendly, relax. Sit down. You wanna drink?"

Jack is about to check the time but considers fuck it instead.

"Yea Gin and Tonic"

"Gin and Tonic!? Woah I need you present here choom. (he waves over a waitress) A couple of Rawdy Dogs. (the waitress leaves) So, how's the racing been? I hear you've been making a name for yourself around town."

"Sounds like you know exactly how the racings been then Paul. Why am I here?"

"Sheesh, not much for small talk huh?"

"It's Tuesday morning and I'm not getting laid cause I've got a stray at my house. Sue me. What's the deets?"

Paul lets out a wry laugh, "Oh ho ho, ok that explains it. Why not just take a trip to J-town or dump a load on a joytoy's back? I know this senorita over at the motel on Bradbury…"

"The deets Paul."

"Alright alright, (The waitress shows up with the beers. Paul waits for her to leave and makes sure there aren't any prying ears. He turns to his bodyguard, who nods his head and turns around, acting a sentry lookout. I've got a client that's asked for YOU specifically."

Jack raises his eyebrow, "Me?"

"You."

"Who?"

"Some bookie outa Watson that's got a debt to collect"

Jack begins to stand up, "What a waste of fuckin ti.."

"10,000 Eurobucks choombata"

Jack pause his stand and looks at Paul, who is currently nodding. Jack re-takes his seat and keeps quiet.

"Client asked for you because you've got a rep for theatrics."

"Theatrics?"

"Yea aparantly a few of your vics didn't flatline and are currently miles deep into a living nightmare they can't seem to wake from."

Jack knows exactly what he's refferring to. A couple days ago, he had a quick small time gig to get back some product for Paul from somebody who klepped it off a runner that was supposed to make a delivery for him. Naturally, Jack slapped on his gas mask and dorphed the place with his own brand of Neocortine gas. The effects are only supposed to last AT MOST, 10 minutes. It must have reacted with something already in their system and extended the effects dramatically. Hmm.. I've gotta figure out what that was

Jack rolls a 16 for Concentration and maintains his focus on Paul.

"The client needs you to collect from a very, uncooperative individual by the name of "Raymond Gladow". Mook outta NID that's got a bit of a following."

Jack's internal red flag goes off at the mention of NID.

"NID? Bit of a reach to hire a merc outa Santo"

"Ah but you're not outa santo are ya? Wellsprings I hear."

"It's still a stretch. What's the catch here? Is he Maelstrom?"

"No no, nothing like that. Guy's just tryin to pull a fast one, muscle his way outta payin what he owes. A bad bet on powerball."

After getting more details from Paul, Jack agrees and leaves.

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jackiequick · 1 year

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How Buzz met Wraith | Top Gun Maverick AU Fanfic 🖇

Top Gun Maverick AU series

Summary: What happens when you met one of the citywide grumps?

Platonic Pairing: Captain Santos ‘Buzz’ Garcia & Captain Nicolas ‘Wraith’ Martin

Other Characters/mentioned: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia, Hollywood, Maria Garcia, Maverick, Sunset, Viper and etc.

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In 1998, Santos ‘Buzz’ Garcia was sent to meet the new recruits that Captain Slider brought in from Texas.

He wasn’t too happy about it, since he just spent all of last night trying to figure out understand a math problem for the puzzle his wife gave him. Math wasn’t his strong suit, so he was pretty tired but luckily the coffee helped.

He swung open the door to the lobby, rubbing his eyes and walked in. He winked at the lady, Mary, at the front desk greeting her as she gave him his paperwork for today. He thanked her and was on his way.

The moment Santos walked into his shared office with Hollywood, he was met with the face of a very tallLatino. Fresh face as if he shaved that morning, tone arms like he’s been working, causal clothes and a soft smile then soon turned neutral the second he walks in.

‘Oh shit.’ He thought, especially seeing the man stand up from his chair. It made him feeling kinda short, especially with the look on his face. God damn, he was attractive and intimidating. His wife would probably leave her for him, and honestly, he would not be mad about it.

Buzz cleared his thought and smiled his classic goofy tone, "Hi! I'm Lieutenant Buzz like the action figure?"

"Hmm okay." Hummed the man with a nod noticing the look on his face holding out his hand to shake, "I'm Wraith."

He jokes, "Oh like a ghost!"

"Yeah or that's at least what my pals say at home." He replies with a dry smile, finding this guy to be an idiot already.

"I guess we are working together, right Holly?"

Hollywood nodded with a grin, "Yeah you are! I will bet up with you later, I gotta go see Chipper real quick."

His partner just walked out, leaving the door open. Buzz smiled handing over paperwork to Wraith trying some small talk.

"So where are you from?" Santos asked taking a seat across from him.

"Here. I grew up here." Wraith said dryly.

"Yeah, right sorry buddy."

"It's alright. I'm guessing you didn't grow up here."

"How can you tell?"

"The smile. The relaxed shoulders. The sorta tensed up, the way you saw me earlier."

"That obvious huh?"

"Sorta. Your also, not good at hiding your goofball grin either."

"It comes out naturally. Force of habit you know?"

"I don't know."

Wraith could tell he was getting under his skin, he was here to work on papers and fly planes. Not actually to make many friends, but this guy seemed nice. He guessed, he could've been a whole game he plays when he's around people he doesn't know.

Buzz headed him some papers into a file, placing a few folders onto the desk. He used to fly often, but after having his son in 93' he decided that paperwork would be easier, he still got to teach as well. That's what matters most, being near the planes.

—-

The day went by pretty slow. Calls, meetings, signing paperwork and teaching a few recruits, such as Wraith the building. The whole time Wraith was giving a comment or two, a half smile, a witty remark and mostly a few glares. Eventually Wraith went flying with the other pilots as he stayed back chatting with Hollywood.

"So what do you think of him?" Hollywood asked grinning, "I like it! Has a edge to him, kinda files with Mav actually."

Buzz half smiled and made a face, "He's so so I guess. I don't think he likes me very much.."

"Dude, you're a buzzing bee for a reason. Makes sense why not everyone would like you."

" No shit! But still you liked me right?"

"You grew on me after day one."

"Okay fair. But this guy, he kept glaring at me, snapped at some of the students in the air and clearly knows better than anyone I met."

"Give it time."

"Why couldn't you be paired up with him today?"

"Because, I had meetings and someone needed to show him around. You're the best guy to do so!"

"You owe me!"

"You'll do great!"

Hollywood walked away with a smile, knowing that him and Wolfman would be laughing about Buzz's poor day later on over drinks. Also knowing that Audrey would slapped them for being mean, but was worth it.

"Rick Neven, come back here! Rick!" Santos called out but came no response from his friend.

However the man of the hour heard him and scoffed, "Tough break, huh?" Said Nicholas.

"You would say that..h-how much did you hear?"

"Only the last line, saying 'You'll do great'. Look man, I'm only here to work, hit the bars and get a paycheck. You're nice I guess, but you lack focus."

"Focus?"

"Yeah. It's like your mind is racing 20 miles an hour! Good in the skies, but not good on land."

"I get that."

"I notice you didn't fly up there, why?"

"Someone needs to make sure everything is balanced down here. Besides I'm a good pilot, but I read your files. You're great."

"Uh, thanks? I'm gonna hit the showers. And uh next time, don't talk too loud. I can hear everything."

"Shit.."

Wraith turned and walked away, cracking a small smile that no one saw as he headed to the showers. He even let out chuckled. To him, Santos was loud, goofy and unfocused on certain things. Sure he's only here to work and enjoy the nice new place filled with sunny skies, but a part of him actually found it charming.

Buzz sighed, thinking to wrap this day up and go home.

—-

And that’s exactly what he did. The moment he walked into the house, he was met with the smell of moro de gandules y pollo. A bright grin lifted his spirts. He slides into the kitchen as the smell grew stronger, then he found the face behind that delicious smell.

He slowly wrapped his around her waist, playing with the loops of her jeans and rested his head on her shoulder. The smell of her simple perfume made him grin more. Her curly brown hair tickled his face.

His Spanish slipped out as he said, “¿Qué trama la dama más linda de la casa?”

“No sé, ¿qué tal si le preguntas a ella?” She replied with a tease, turning her face to kiss with him. The flavored taste of her lips, tells him that she was taste testing their late lunch.

“Hmm! That taste good, how was your day?”

“It was good. My mami called today, she says that she good. Also, I was cleaning the cabinets earlier and found my missing earrings.”

“I can see that! Te ves hermosa with them on.”

“Thank you. How was work?”

“Tricky.”

“How so? Who did you piss off?”

“I thought that was Maverick’s job to piss someone off?”

“Santos!”

“Maria, I didn’t piss anyone off or so I think?..anyway! I was given the opportunity to work with a new recruit today, who i thought was a transfer from somewhere else but he was, i tried to lighten up the mood with a joke and or try do small talk. But nothing works! He kept glaring at me and making witty remarks..”

If there one thing Maria knows about her husband is that he can be very inpatient and get annoyed easily. Get cocky even. The man expects things to always turn out a certain way, and can get carried away most of the time.

She sighed turning off the stove since the food was already to be served, walking over to him. “Baby, you gotta take it one step at a time. You will buzz off and knock into a wall if you don’t.”

“I won’t—” He recounted but was cut off.

“Not everyone is like yours friends or like us, who fell for your charm quickly. I bet he’s just tryin’ to get used to the place.”

“Not even a smile, babe! A real smile, not one of those loose half smiles that your dad likes to give to people who annoy him. He probably doesn’t even like me..”

“I bet he does.”

“How are you sure?”

“Because that guy likes you..a lot.”

“Huh?”

She point behind him to the said ‘guy’ with a smile. The moment he turned around, he was met with the almost toothless grin of their 5 year old son. Mickey Garcia. Dressed in his Star Wars shirt, dark brown shorts and blue sandals. His dark brown curls were much starting to form into tighter ones. He was holding up his Wolverine action figures as well.

“Hi Papi!” Yelled Mickey with the sweetest grin, running into his daddy’s arms.

He scooped his son up in his arms, showering him with kisses as the boy tried to escape from, yelling for his mother’s help while in a fit of giggles. Mickey Garcia was all smiles.

“What did you do today?” Asked Santos catching his breath, placing another kiss on his cheek bouncing him.

“Today we class, our science teacher put on Magic School Bus and we learned about the flowers.” Replied the boy.

“Really? How about you tell me more as we go wash up for lunch, huh?”

The boys went over to the skin to wash up their hands as Maria served everyone’s plates. She laughed at how much they sounded sometimes, it was crazy.

“Okay and oh we played Soccer today in Gym Class and i was on the red team.” Mickey says drying his hands and hands a paper towel to his daddy.

“Thank you, buddy. Did your team win?” He asked, drying off his hands now, leading him to the

“Yeah we did. We got 8 points! The yellow team got 6.”

“Nice one!”

Maria handed Mickey his plate with a smile, “Okay, disfrute de su comida.”

“Thank you, mami!” He says returning the smile and headed off to the table.

—-

After lunch, homework was done and dishes were washed. A few hours later, they all watched a quick Disney movie, showered, had dinner and then off to bed.

It took some protest but thankfully both parents, as always tucked in their giggly boy. Told him a story and kissed him. Turning on his night light, that was race car themed, and went off to their room.

His wife, wife was watching Tv by the time he returned back from checking downstairs for the second time in a row. Santos layed down in bed and sighed with a grin, “You know our son is pretty great.”

“He is.” She replied glancing over at him, then back at the time.

“How about we make another?”

“No senior, we agreed on one child.”

“I don’t remember that. But imagine, another one! Another sons, maybe twins girls?”

Maria hummed with a teased, “One girl, named Sasha or Julia.”

She inched over and played with his shirt. Santos hummed in agreement liking that idea, way better. He inched over, pulling the cover as capturing his lips onto hers chuckling as she tried hushed him, giggling in the process. She gripped his hand playfully, dishing a few more kisses and smiled brightly.

When suddenly…

“Mami! Papi! Can i have some more water?” Yelled Mickey from his room, as you can hear the footsteps in the hallway.

Both parents laughed.

“We can always practice instead.” Maria laughed pecking her husbands lips and called out to their son, “Of course, honey! I’m coming.”

“We should buy a mini fridge and keep it upstairs.” Santos jokingly suggested watching her leave the room.

—-

The next two days nothing changed. The 4th day, Mickey wanted to come see the planes on the field. It’s been a while since he went. Thankfully he had no school, so he decided why not bring him to work for a bit.

Everything went smoothly, they saw the planes and he sat him down in a cockpit, see a few rooms where cool meetings took place, they saw a wall full of pilot’s pictures and Mickey happily took it all in. Buzz laughing, even using his camera to take a few pictures of them

It turned out to be a nice Take Your Son To Work Day. Everyone enjoyed seeing kids at the building, so they didn’t mind.

Buzz was talked into a General’s office real quick to confirm a few enlistment forms recently imported into the system. Mickey stayed outside the room sitting in a bench, playing with his toys talking with Sunset and Maverick for a bit before they were called back to work.

He was soon left alone to his own devices, using crayons extra to start coloring in his drawing that the nice secretary gave him.

Wraith was walking past the halls after handing in some paperwork to Viper, grabbing some packages for a officer then he noticed the little boy. He had to do a double take, not expecting to see a child here today or at all in the building for that matter.

He watched the kid for a moment, became curious. ‘What the hell?’ He thought. Wraith sighed rolling his eyes, wondering where this poor boys parents are. Maybe he’s lost?

Nicholas slowly walked over awkwardly fixing his baseball cap and asked, “Uh hey kid.”

The young boy looked up from his drawing not recognizing him and furrowed his eyebrow. “Hi.” He replied.

“A-are you lost?”

The boy shakes his head ‘no’.

“Okay um, where are your parents?”

“My papi is inside talking with someone.”

“Oh okay. Will he be long?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Can i sit with you until he arrives?”

“Yeah. You wanna draw?”

“Sure. Uh, what’s your name, kid?”

“Mickey.”

“Nicholas.”

Wraith took a piece of paper and crayon, drawing a few cars, a sun and bears with smiley faces. He showed them to the boy who smiled a almost toothless grin, in result Wrath smiled. Mickey showed his drawings as well, pretty random doodles.

However Wraith thinks he noticed a character or two.

“Is that—is that Chewbacca?” He asked smiling, pointing to the brown tall character on the paper.

“Yeah!” Mickey smiled, “And that’s R2.”

“You like Star Wars?”

“Yeah! My daddy and I watch the movie.”

“Who’s your favorite?”

“R2!”

“Nice choice! I like Han. Darth Vader is cool too.”

“Yeah he is! My lunchbox has Darth Vader on it.”

“Pretty cool, kid. You got good taste in characters too.”

Less than half an hour went by, when finally Buzz stepped out of the office, holding some files and nodded, “Thank you, sir. I’ll be checking them out later, don’t worry.”

The moment he turn, shutting the door behind him carefully he heard the sound of laughter. But not just any sort of laughter. Any parents is bound to recognize their child’s voice, especially the sound of their giggles picturing the smile on their face. It wasn’t an odd thing, the kid always tended to laugh at something.

But that made it odd, was that he didn’t recognize the voice laughing with him. He leaned against the corner of the wall about to make a turn to see his son, curious as to who’s laughter that belonged to. Then he saw it.

His new partner. Nicholas “Wraith” Martin, was smiling. The man was laughing. Within the four days he knew the man, he hasn’t seen a different facial expression at all. But the moment he hung out with Mickey, the man was smiling and laughing. Honestly it made Buzz smile brightly seeing the change of effect on the guy. Maria and Hollywood were right, give it time.

He walked over to them slowly but surely, not wanting to distract or distribute the moment too quickly. He decided to play it cool.

Mickey was talking with Nicholas about The Flintstones cartoons when noticed his dad and shouted, “Daddy!”

“Hey buddy! What’s up?” Buzz replies with a matching smile, ruffling his hair once he reached the bench.

“I made a friend, I think? Me and Nicholas are talking.”

“Wow, I can see that! I see that your drawing too.”

“Y-yeah!”

Wraith on the other hand was taken back, not expecting to see Buzz today. Matter a fact, see that he has a son?! He wasn’t expecting for him to the father. It must be a dream. He guess he saw the resemblance in their facial features in cheeks and hair, but mostly betting the boy looked more like the mother.

“Uh, he’s your kid?” He asked, feeling kinda stupid about the question.

“Yeah, yeah I’m his dad. I’m sorta young I know.” Buzz replies simply.

“No, no it’s completely fine. Just wasn’t expecting for you to his dad, more like his uncle.”

“Yeah I get that a lot. But last time I checked, I’m the father. Besides, I think his mom deserves all the credit.”

Nicholas looked over at Mickey for a moment and then back at his partner, “Haha, I bet. Wow. Nice kid by the way.”

“Thanks.” Santos tells him with a smile fixing up the SpiderMan backpack, “Thanks for watching him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble..”

“No trouble at all. We bonded together, right kid?”

Mickey looked up and nodded smiling, “Yeah we did!”

Santo smiled reaching for his son’s hand, in which Mickey gladly took noticing that it’s time to go soon, so the boy decided to waving to Nicholas grinning softly. The boy and him exchanged drawing happily.

“I wish we can could stay and chat but the mrs. Garcia would be mad if we’re home late.” Santo said call apologetically with smile.

“No it’s alright. I get it.” Nicholas replied holding his drawing and chuckled, “You should get going then.”

“Actually, we’re free Saturday afternoon. You can home over for Barbecue with Mav, if you like?”

“I’ll like that!”

“Okay cool! Mick, say adiós to Wraith, buddy.”

Mickey smiled and sillily said, “Hehe adiós!”

Both men laughed and waved at each other walking away knowing they meet up again that week. It was good, real good. Yeah sure Wraith can be a bit tough and stronger than expected when it comes to his actions, he’s a good man. It just took Buzz a while to see that.

—-

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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*Frantically runs into candy shop, grabbing all the kinks I can*

I cannot express how excited I am for this Drabble, I’ve thought long and hard about what I need from you and I’ve come to a conclusion eeek! I’ll be over the moon with anything that includes any of these individual kinks, I “accidentally” picked a lot oops.

I would love to see some Dom Jax with 1. Edging, 2. Hand on ass (spanking) when he realizes how hot the reader gets due to her 3. competency kink - which is seeing how good Jax is at being bad, at being a killer. Thanks to your recent fic “Lint & Gun Powder”, 4. gun play kink has been unlocked, and I would loose it if he showed her how to use a glock to protect herself 🤤 Thank you , thank you!

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When the Swole Boys and the Mayans come to town, Jax feels the need to show everyone who's boss.

Jax sighed, "you ready to play politics?"

You nodded, "yep, you ready to deal with the Swole Boys?"

Jax looked at you with unimpressed eyes, "I hate those fuckers."

You opened your arms and Jax wrapped his around your body, accepting your hug, "I know you do but we have to make friends, they do sell massive amounts of steroids."

Jax kissed your forehead, "do you always have to play the diplomat?"

You nodded, "yep, it is my job as your Old Lady isn't it?"

Jax clicked his tongue, "you certainly do a better job than Gemma." There was an almost harshness in Jax's voice, since Abel got hurt, he was struggling to say a nice word about her.

"Well, it's not the old days anymore. I can have a conversation with someone without worrying about stepping on toes."

"More like your giant brain scares them shitless."

You giggled, "I think they like that I take an interest what they say. You should read that book about soft power, make people like you first then you ask them to do shit for you."

Jax put your hand in his hands and ran his fingers over your cheeks, "why would I do that when you can just explain it to me, there's nothing hotter."

You shook your head, "keep it in your pants Teller, we've got shit to do."

****

Only the Mayans were there when you got to T-M, you got off of Jax's bike and handed him his helmet, "well, I met my obligation of showing up on the back of your death machine, I'm going home in my nice safe cage."

Jax huffed, "I wondered why you brought your car here early this morning. You know y/n, we're just going home, it's perfectly safe."

You shook your hand and put a hand on his face, "how long have we been together?"

Jax smiled, "almost five years."

You nodded, "and how many times have I been on the back of that thing?"

"Not many."

You kissed his lips, "yes, because I value my skin and my brain. I love you, not your donorcycle."

Jax kissed you back, his lips curling up against your skin, "you're a real catch."

You smiled and Jax went to walk towards Marcus but before he could take a step, your hand came down on his ass, "yep, you bet I am."

Jax burst out in laughter, "and now you're being a menace."

You shook your head as he wrapped his arm around you, "be good, we have people to talk to."

You huffed, "I'm always good in public Jackson."

He snorted, "then what was that?"

You smiled, "me showing my appreciation." You had planned your statement perfectly because before Jax could respond, you had reached the others, "Marcus, Bishop. How was the ride?"

Marcus smiled, "fine, did you make another mud cake?"

You smiled, "of course, it's in the kitchen."

"How are things down in Santo Padre?"

Bishop made a face, "hot and sandy."

The noise of more bikes cut you off, "ahhh, that would be the Swole Boys, and they're late."

You held back a smile, "I guess it's hard to get places when you can't read."

Jax stifled a laugh, "y/n, be nice."

You shook your head, "nah, they suck real hard."

It was Bishop's turn to laugh, "she's right man, they are very dumb."

You wave your hand, "see, Bish agrees with me, they're dumb Jax."

Jax sighed, "I know, but we better go make nice, they're also really sensitive."

****

The afternoon was long and filled with torment, the Swole Boys and their bullshit was overwhelming, they had to stick their noses in everything. If they weren't talking about how much they could lift, they were talking about how many women they bedded, it was exhausting. You were sitting next to Jax at a table with two of them, EZ, Angel, Manny and Happy and none of you could get a word in, least of all you, who they talked over every chance they got.

"Well NASA says it's possible to terraform Mars, the issue is that the soil isn't viable. We wouldn't be able to grow fresh food to support livestock."

You went to explain why but one of the Swole Boys cut in, "this is so fucking boring, who cares about Mars. I want to know who that bitch over there is."

Jax swallowed his anger as you spoke up, "she has a name and women don't really like it when you call us bitches."

"You sure about that."

You sighed, "oh boy. Friend, you're telling on yourself here, I'd shut up before you accidentally say something that makes you look like an idiot."

He glared at you then slapped the table obnoxiously, "I'm gonna shoot my shot."

With that, he was up and away and thankfully, his friend went with him. "some VP."

You looked at Jax, who didn't seem happy, "that's their VP? I thought the patch on his chest meant very pathetic."

You all watched on as he failed to gain the woman's affection, "we all knew how they would go."

"Well yes, that is a man who had never made a woman feel anything other than disgust."

Jax shook his head, "be nice y/n."

You shook your head, "I was being nice, I can be vulgar if you like?

Jax's ears went red, "she's just saying what we're all thinking it, bro, that man has never made a woman cum in his life."

The table burst into laughter at EZ's assessment.

"I can't take you anywhere."

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, the redness in Jax's ear spreading to his face before Happy spoke up, "I want to hear more about Mars."

****

About an hour later, the target barrels were removed from the garage and put around in a row. A friendly bet on the best marksman was formed and Jax swaggered up, determined to show off. You watched his chest expand as he focused on the target, his hands steady as a surgeon as his strong forearms held firm. His hands shifted like the mechanics in a high performance car as his finger squeezed the trigger.

The bullet hit dead centre and Jax fired again, landing another bullseye, then another, and another until the gun was empty. Jax returned the gun to its holster was stalked over to you, "you enjoy the show darlin?"

You swallowed, "yes I did, you have very nice hands."

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you, his lips soft against yours. As he pulled back, your lips followed his, hoping to prolong the kiss, "wow, you did enjoy the show."

"You are insufferable."

****

As night fell and the party started, everyone broke off into groups and thankfully, the swole boy kept to themselves. That was until someone suggested they start using the ring. Jax's ear pricked up as the Swole Boy's VP stepped up, "Jackson, he's not worth it."

Jax smiled, "don't lie little girl, it would make you happy to see me beat his ass."

You sighed, "am I really that transparent?"

Jax smirked, "yep."

He wondered over the pick the tape. Running into the VP and one of his buddies, the exchange looked nasty, the VP looked at you then turned back to Jax and Jax's body language changed, his face got hard and his chest puffed out. There were a few seconds where he was standing so close to the man that the fight could have started there and then, maybe it was that Jax was taller than the man, or that he held himself like a man that knew he could kill but the VP looked scared. After a few more clearly harsh words, Jax returned with a swagger and a smile.

"Wrap my hands darlin?"

You took it from him, "of course my love." You took your time making sure they were perfect, "he doesn't have any range of motion in his arms, my guess is he never stretches, and there are also no muscles in his legs because of the steroids so focus on blows to the face. He also has a shorter range than you so even if you stay out of his reach, you'll still be able to hit him."

Jax smiled and placed his tapped fist on your cheek gently, "my woman, you are so smart."

You smiled, "nah, I just don't want that pretty face getting bruised."

Jax huffed, "sure."

You pressed a kiss to his lips, "good luck my love." Jax smiled, "I don't need luck, I've got you."

He kissed you hard, "love you too, and Jax, kick his ass." Jax kissed you one last time then removed his shirt before stepping into the ring as you settled next to Happy with a smile.

"You're going to enjoy this, aren't you?"

You nodded, "fuck yeah, I mean, you can see his bare chest, it's like he's been carved by the Gods."

Happy shook his head, "you are so unlady like."

You chuckled, "Jax seems to like that about me."

Happy cringed, "your man's about to throw down, you wanna keep talking to me or do you want to watch." You turned your head as the Swole Boy refused Jax's extended hand.

"Ooo, no glove touch, Jax is going to make him regret that." You were right, Jax was on him like a disease. It was like watching a lion tear apart an Antelope, the VP did his best to block the blows but he stood no chance, Jax was just a better fighter. One particularly hard punch had the man dropping to the floor, Jax stepping back to give him the chance to get up and carry on being pounded.

You got up off the bench and moved closer, resting your arms on the ropes and leaning in. You could see the sweat shimmer on his skin, the tape over his hands was red with the man's blood and Jax's face was a mask of concentration. His muscles rippled as he cocked back another punch, the blow breaking the Swole Boy's nose. Jax smiled, all sharp teeth and calculating predator.

"You right there Chica?" Angel's voice pulled you from your daze.

"Umm yes, Jackson is very good at this."

He laughed, "I'm sure you'll find a way to thank him for defending the Club's honour."

You smiled, "yeah, my thoughts are less than pure right now."

Angel huffed, "Happy is right, you do drool."

You laughed, "you can't blame me."

There was a break in the fight and Jax looked over, he saw you staring at him, your eyes focused on his heaving chest as you spoke to Angel. He swaggered over to you to talk before the next round started, "you doing alright darlin?"

You blinked, "I'm great, everything is just great."

You never met his eyes as yours raked over his body, "you sure about that?"

You nodded, "yep, you need some water or something?"

Jax smiled and leaned over the opes to kiss you, "nah, I got to get back to kicking this guy's ass."

The next round didn't last long, one last punch had Jax putting the man on his ass, the angle you were at meant you could see Jax's back as he climbed on top of the man to punch him into the mat. The reaper tattoo made him look huge as his skeleton moved under his skin, his muscles bulging as he delivered blow after blow. It took Chibs pulling him away for Jax to stop. Jax stood up in victory then marched over to you, jumping out of the ring and bringing you into a passionate kiss that had you crumping in his arms.

"Can I clean you up?"

Jax smiled, "sure."

You walked hand in hand to the dorms, cheers following as you went. Behind you, EZ turned to Happy, "I'm guessing Jax is about to have a whole lot of fun?"

Happy smiled, "oh yeah."

You rounded the corner and walked into Jax's office then closed the door. You walked into the bathroom and came back with the first aid kit, including the bowl that lived under the sink, which you had filled with water, "how are you hands?"

He smiled, "fine."

You sat him down and cut the tape off then dipped a cloth in the warm water and dapped his hands, "they look fine, no broken skin, just some bruises. You in any pain?"

He shook his head, "nah, I want something else now."

Before you could get a word out, Jax was slamming you into the desk and pressing his lips to yours, "you looked like you were having fun."

The ego in his voice made you want to bite him, "honestly, I don't know."

Jax smirked, "so if I check you won't be soaking through your panties?"

You huffed, "who knows Teller, you look a little tired, maybe we should call it a night. I don't want to fall asleep on top of me." Something about your statement set him off because he was spinning you around and throwing you on the couch.

"You wanna take that back."

Jax slicked back hair was everywhere, "make me Teller."

He was on you before you could blink, climbing on top of you with his teeth in your skin, "behave."

You nipped him back, "make me. You have those nice big hands, ones I'm sure that pig will never forget. You gonna use them or just toss me around?" Jax got your message loud and clear, without blinking, he reached up and tore your top from your body then threw you over his lap, the bra went next then Jax's hand was running up and down your back.

"If you don't say sorry, I'm going to make you count the hits."

"Oh, I'm so scared." He huffed and pulled you up enough to wrench your jeans off and then pulled them down to your knees.

"Count."

You snorted, "fuck you Teller." His hand moved over your backside with nothing but love, "you're going to tell me to stop if something hurts, aren't you?"

You sensed by his tone it was time to be serious, "yes Jax, I'll tell you to stop if I'm not having fun anymore."

Jax's fingers ran along the hem of your panties, "good girl."

With one last stroke of your covered skin, he was pulling them down and dropping the first slap, "you call that a slap, are you burping a baby?"

Jax tutted and spanked you again, harder this time, "I was trying to be nice but you clearly need something a little harder."

The next hit was double the force but you still talked back, "did you break your hand on that guy's face, come on Teller. Spank me like you mean….." You let out a little shout as the next blow fell, then he was rubbing his hand over your flesh before delivering a blow to the other cheek.

"Not so mouthy now." He didn't give you a chance to keep going as his hand came down again and again faster than you could blink. His hands felt so big, you could see flashes of them striking the Swole Boy in the face as each hit landed, "you gonna say sorry?"

You shook your head, "nope, eat a dick." Another handful of hits had you whimpering, your brain slowly going fuzzy.

Jax's hand moved from your ass to your core, running his fingers through your slit, "I was right, you're fucking soaked. Did watching me pound that guy's face in get you like this, or did the spanking?"

You twisted in his arms, "I don't know, you hit me like a baby, maybe that guy was just weak." Jax knew you were lying, he saw you drooling over him every time there was a break in the fighting. Jax didn't respond, his fingers continuing to touch your wetness, just as you relaxed for the sensations, his hand left your core and came down on your ass again.

"You gonna give up?"

There was so much bravado in his voice, "what do I get if I do?"

He smirked, "me."

You smiled, "I'm going to get that anyway." Jax shook his head and rubbed his hand over your hot skin, he could feel the way it throbbed after his treatment, "get off me and get on your knees."

You stayed where you were, "I thought you were going to make me count."

He huffed, "too boring, get on your knees, if I have to make you, I'll make sure you won't cum for a month."

You didn't want to test that, something in his tone told you he wasn't bluffing." As you slid off his lap, Jax stood up. You didn't know whether it was because of the fight or his manhandling but he looked huge. He took one of your hands and placed it on his hip before removing his pants and taking your head in his hands, "if you need a break, tap your fingers."

You nodded, "yep, are you just going to stand there?"

Jax was already rock hard, his cock red and weeping against his stomach. He took it in his hand and held it close to your face, "get to it then." You smiled, looking through your lashes at him before licking the tip softly. The hand on your face was soft as you began in earnest, licking up and down the shaft like he was an ice cream on a boiling day before wrapping your hand around the base and sucking the shaft into your mouth.

"Just like that, fuck you're good." You moan and the vibration had Jax's head falling backwards. His hand encompassed your face as he thrust into your mouth, you did your best to take as much of him down as you could, Jax moaning as one of your hands cupped his balls.

Far too soon, he was grabbing you by your shoulders and pulling you upwards, "get on the couch."

You wiped your face, "make me." Jax didn't hesitate to use all that strength to toss you where he wanted you.

"I think you're enjoying yourself a little too much. What was it about the fight that got you so wet, huh?"

You didn't respond as his lip met your neck, "I know it wasn't the other guy. Was it my hands, I know you like those or was it the fact that I could have killed him if I wanted to?"

It was getting hard for you to think with Jax's beard scratching your neck, Jax didn't repeat himself, "so it's going to be that kind of night, is it? Ok." His hand made its way down your body and he didn't give you time to think before he slid two fingers inside you. You gasped as he pressed his fingertips to your G-spot and you swore you could feel every ridge in his fingers.

"That's it, not so mouthy now."

He was so smug, "I….."

You couldn't say more as his thumb found your clit, "what were you saying?" Jax kissed you hard, "you talk and talk and talk but look at you now, being my good girl all quiet and compliant." You moved your hand haphazardly, hoping to get your hands on his cock but he shifted so he could use his free hand to hold your wrists down, "I get to decide when that happens, now be good and lay there while I make you cum."

There was that urge to bite him back again, he's was a smug asshole. Jax chuckled at your frustration, you tugged at your wrists but they might as well have been in a vice, there was no moving them, no matter how hard you tried, he was just too strong. You relented and relaxed against the couch, "there you go, that's wasn't so hard." His fingers became more insistent as he scissored them open.

"Oh my God."

Jax chuckled, "Jax is fine darlin." He leaned down to kiss you, his thumb speeding up on your clit. You return the kiss, and Jax dominated it the second your lips met yours. He crooked his fingers just right and you gasped in desperation, "please Jax."

He smirked, "it's alright darlin, you can let go." He moved his fingers just right, just enough that you were able to feel the power behind them and then you were squeezing him while he swallowed your moans.

"Good girl." He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth, "suck." You took them and licked them like they were his cock before opening your mouth and sucking them in, "oh fuck that's hot." Jax pulled his fingers out and brought you into a searing kiss, you felt him move again, never letting go of your wrists until he was holding his cock and notching it at our entrance, "you want this?"

"Please."

Jax released your arms and you dug your fingers into his shoulders as he pushed inside you, Jax grunting in the crook of your neck, "fuck you're tight." One of his hands moved to your clit as he used the other one to hold himself up, once he had given you enough time to adjust to this ample size, he was ramming himself inside you again and again. It felt like you were just along for the ride as he rang every ounce of pleasure from your body.

"Jax, more please." He nipped your neck then sucked your skin into his mouth, you were sure you'd have bruises by the end of the night. He briefly took his hand off your clit to bring one of your legs from his waist to his shoulder, giving him even more leverage to enter you. Then the hand was back on your clit and the head of his cock was brushing your G-spot with every stroke. He was so big that he almost took up the whole couch, you felt so enclosed by him but also safer than you've ever felt, like nothing on the planet could touch you.

He was warm too, and firm. You squeezed the leg that was over his hip closer to you and Jax got the message dropping his weight onto you like a blanket as he brought you to the edge again, "come on y/n, give it to me." You gasped as he passed your G-spot particularly hard and you came whimpering into his flesh, "good girl, I want one more." You finally gave into the urge to bite him, your teeth meeting his shoulder as he fucked you.

You gasped, "Jax."

He huffed, his own pleasure catching up to him, "come on, one more." His fingers on your clit sped up and pushed you past that oversensitive twitch and into another orgasm and Jax bit your shoulder in victory like a wild animal claiming his mate. "One more." You let out another moan, "I know you've got it in you, I just want one more." Maybe it was to tone in his voice or how well he knew your body but you were cumming around him again, your legs shaking violently.

With a roar, Jax followed you, his hand leaving your clit as his hips moved until he was spent. He dropped on top of you, staying inside until you stopped clenching him, "you good?"

You blinked, his voice sounded so nice and the edges of your thoughts were getting fuzzy, "too fucked out to talk?" Your head lulled against his arm, "that's alright, I'll be here until you're back with me." Jax rolled off you and took you into his arms, doing his best to make the most of the room on the couch.

"How are your hands?"

Jax smiled and grazed his fingers over your cheeks, "they're fine darlin, you just focus on relaxing." You snuggled into his side and Jax pressed a kiss on your forehead, "I'm gonna clean you up, I'll be back before you know it." Jax was true to his word and returned in a flash with a warm damp cloth, chuckling as you flinched away, "sorry darlin." You could tell he wasn't.

"You good?"

You nodded, "I'm good, I need to pee." Jax shook his head and pecked your lips, "alright then, I'll pull out the couch and set up the bed while you're in there."

You smiled, "I'll be out in like two seconds, you can't make the bed that fast."

He kissed you again, "you can help me then." You did what you needed to do and splashed some water on your face, Jax was wearing his underpants when you came back out, handing you the pillows and the pillowcases, "almost done darlin."

With the bed made, Jax walked over to the first aid kit on the floor and took out the cooling lotion, "let me fix those bruises on your butt?" You flopped down on your belly and Jax laid down next to you, rubbing the lotion on your heated skin, "better?"

You smiled, "much."

He kissed you again, soft this time, "I'm going to get us a snack."

When you saw Jax' back, you stopped him, "you're going out there, in that, with those?"

He smirked, "yep." Jax walked outside like a peacock, smiling at the men who lined the room, between the scratches down his back and the bite mark on his shoulder, it was clear what he was just doing.

He ran into the VP on his way back, looking him up and down with no worry that his near nakedness made him vulnerable, "if you ever insult my woman again, I'll kill you, do you understand me?" The man nodded, "good."

Jax returned to the dorm and handed you the chocolate bar, "what a guy."

He smiled, "no worries darlin, you good?"

You nodded, "I'm great, what did that guy say to you before you caved his face in?"

Jax laid next to your and pulled you into his arms, "not important, he's learnt his lesson."

You finished eating and rested your head on Jax's chest, "I love you Jackson."

He smiled he pressed his lips to your cheek, "I love you too darlin."

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