Brooklyn, Earth-1610.
━ chap 7. jobs switched !

(Y/N) was carrying Miguel on her back again with a few grumbles of words thrown at him from time to time. She wrapped his legs around her waist, arms hanging around her neck loosely as his head was rested in the crook of her neck, his slow breaths hitting the skin.

She grunted at his weight on her, really getting sick of doing this with him as this has happened way to many times while being here.

The girl makes her way over towards the wall leading down towards her apartment, sighing tiredly knowing she would need to walk down as now the city was coming alive, especially inside the hallways of the apartment bulimg.

"You're really going to be the death of me," She mumbled low enough for his ear to hear, turning her head a little to glance down at his sleeping face.

She bends her knees a little bit, and jumps up onto the roofs ledge, quickly glancing around the area to see if anyone was around to see this. The wind slight blew in her face, making her tied up hair sway around, and her to shiver from the coolness of it despite how warm his body was pressed up against her.

With a tight grip on Miguel's massive figure, she tips her body down onto the bricked wall, and makes sure her feet were stuck to the wall before walking down causally along it.

Thought when she got closer to the platform near the window, her Spider senses went off and it caused her to look forward to across the aparments near them. An awkward smile makes it acorsss her face spotting a woman watching, who had wide eyes, and a dropped mouth.

"Uh... hey?" (Y/N) greeted with that smile still, wincing when the woman screamed and rushed back into her apartment in a frenzy, still yelling out words of shock.

The (H/C) haired girl rolled her eyes at the woman's act, understanding why she did that but it still wasn't necessary to scream that loud in the morning. Now hurrying up more, she arrived outside her window, and entered the room upside down with Miguel still attached to her.

"This all could of been prevented," She starts off in a low hiss, stomping her way over to her bedroom with the male hanging off her back, and dumped him onto her made bed, "if you didn't bloody pass out again!"

His hands twitched in his sleep, closed eyes scrunching together as she knew he heard her words by the way he just reacted. She runs a hand down her face with a huff, grabbing one of her pillows to place behind his head, and turned to walk out into her kitchen for the needed stuff.

Elvis came up to his owner in greeting, meowing and rubbing himself over her legs, and went in between them as she almost tripped over him with a yelp.

"El! You gotta be careful where you walk, bud." She half scolded the cat, squatting down to look into his big blue eyes and placed a hand on top of his fluffy head, patting him for a little.

He just pushes his head into her hand for more pat, purring loudly with his tail swishing around. She only then did notice that his collar had something shiny on it near his name tag, and hummed in confusion, but decided to worry about that later.

Standing up from her kneeling position, she brushed herself off, and took out the hair tie in her hair, letting it down to breath. She went up to her cabinets, and picked up the medicine for Miguel's head, and used her webs to grab ahold a bottle of water also.

Elvis followed behind (Y/N) in a gracefully walk, his collar dingling every time he made a moved, tail up in the air and swaying around, excited to see his new favorited male.

She strolled back towards her bedroom, not glancing into the room as her eyes were on her cat for a few seconds. When she did look up thought, her eyes went wide like an owls, and screeched loudly seeing Miguel up sitting on her bed, and looking at her drawing book.

"NO! No, no-" She spoke words in a hurry, dropping the stuff in her hands as she stumbled up to him, and tried to snatch back her book frantically, "What are you doing-?!"

He didn't even glance up from the drawings, as he easily caught her wrist in his bigger hand, and squeezed it gently, "Hhm, I didn't know you could draw," He starts off in a low rumble, before tugging on her wrist and pulled her closer to his smirking face now staring at her, "Nor did I know you like my face this much."

Inside his hands was many pages of Miguel's face, Spider-suit and designs off him whenever he would lay on her thighs sleep. To make matters even worse, he saw the one where he was-

"I don't! Shut your mouth, and give it back!" She exclaimed in a nervous sweat, her free hand still trying to grab the book back. One of her knees was in between his opened thighs, and her body was somewhat on the bed.

He chuckled deeply with his red gaze flaring more, enjoying the way he was making her act right now, "'Give it back,'' He mimics her voice, and pouts at her mockingly.

Her eye twitched at this in annoyance, gritting her teeth at his stupid ways, and quickly acted to catch up off guard. She pressed her knee against his inner thigh, which made him groan low in the back of his throat, and momentarily let his grip on her losen.

In one swift movement, she had pushed him onto the bed back first, her knee pressing into his chest, as she held her book in both hands, breathing heavily, "One rule about living here, don't touch my shit."

He bit his plump bottom lip hearing her threat, gaze turning lidded as his hands slide up to hold onto her waist, and squeezed tightly, which made her tesne up feeling it.

He now leant back up with her still attached to him, their faces inches away from each others, "I love the kind of woman who can kick my ass." He murmured in a rasp, nose brushing up against hers in a tease.

(Y/N) completely freaked out at this. Eyebrows rising up high, the blood rushed to her head as she shot up out of his hold, and scrambled back onto her wall away from the bed, "Don't! Stop doing that!" She stuttered, pointing a finger at him as her heart was beating rapidly.

Miguel just rose his own eyebrows up at her, a smug smirk making it's way across his mouth as a few locks of his hair was covering his eyes.

"Qué? I'm not doing anything, dulce." He mused jokingly, and pulled out her notepad from behind him, waving it in the air for her to see, "I'm keeping the drawings, just so you know."

Her temper grew at this, as a growl escaped her lips in irritation at his cockiness, and went to snap a full sentence of curse words. But, Elvis suddenly came jumping onto the bed, stopping what was happening between them.

Elvis looked over the two silent adults with his baby blue, beaded eyes, and meowed with a head tilt. Miguel grimaced a smile at the cat, as he tried to shuffle away from him, but Elvis was not having that.

He pounced onto the massive male, who exclaimed at the hit and caught him in his arms, which had the adult dropping her drawing book. Miguel had a deadpanned expression on his face, as he holds the cat in his hands, while Elvis looked to be having the time off his life.

(Y/N) laughed a little seeing her two boys like this, waving a finger in the air to mock Miguel and smirked proudly, "Not so cocky now, are you bug-boy?

He just shot a scowl at her with his red eyes, hating holding the cat in his hands but wouldn't drop him, ever, as he knew how important he was to the girl, "Yeah, laugh it up, roja."

She grinned brightly at him hearing this, walking up to her bedside table and picked up her AI suit chip. She slipped that around her wrist, and went to grab her drawing book from near his leg.

"I will be back soon," She began in a sudden serious tone, as she leans down to brush a kiss against his cheek, which caused him to stiffen up, and blink owlishly up at her, "have fun while I'm gone, you two."

The young woman giggles to herself seeing his reaction to her kiss, taking a mental picture of it to tease him about it later. His ears were turning red at the tips, as his shoulders were tensed up, and looked down shyly.

It always amused her how she could get this such strong, and wild male to act like this because of her. With one last wave to the two inside her bedroom, she picked up her totem bag, and walked out of the apartment building, closing the door shut behind her.

......

It had been a few hour since the girl left the apartment to do whatever she needed to do. Miguel was sitting on the couch in the living room, now patting Elvis who rested in his lap. He wouldn't lie about how anxious he was currently feeling, as he believed (Y/N) should of been back by now.

Normally he would be scowling or shooing the cat off of him, but now he needed something to calm his raging nerves down. So that's why he was running his fingers through Elvis' white fur on his back, and would constantly keep looking from the cock ticking on the wall to the front door.

His enhanced hearing did pick up the sound of people walking, and talking outside the apartment, but none of them matched (Y/N)'s ones. Not that he'd ever admit to picking up her walking sound, but it was something that kept him sane and ease his worries sometimes.

Miguel's eyes moved down to Elvis laying in his lap, and saw how his big eyes were focused on the front door in a worry like stare, "Yeah, you're concerned too. Aren't you buddy?" He mumbled his questions, hands pausing the rubs in the fur.

Elvis blinked up at the male slowly, and meowed loudly in agreement with his words, as he rolled off of him and moved down to lay near the door where she should be walking through anytime soon.

The male flipped his wristband around for him to see, fingers itching to actually use it and call out his AI to help him in his worries about the girl. Though, he heisted to do so, as he promised himself to not use it while spending time here.

It was supposed to be broken, and unable to be used, well that was what Miguel told (Y/N)... and she bought it without any questions asked, not wanting to push the subject at hand with him.

He run his fingers through his messy locks, and then down his face with a heavy sigh. His stomach was twisting with nervous as to what could of happened to her, and he hated to admit it, but he cared more then he originally planed too.

Trying to somewhat distract himself from his overwhelming thoughts, he stood up from the couch as his shoed feet touch the carpet, and walk towards the hallway connecting all the rooms.

Along the plain but nice coloured walls were many photos of her, followed by the Morales family with her. They either included, her and Miles by themselves, or her with Rio and Jeff, and one big photo with them all, including her cat Elvis.

His lips turn upwards into a soft smile spotting (Y/N)'s happy face in the photos, only gotten to see that a few times, and everytime he did, he made sure to ingrave it into his memory forever.

He continued to walk down the hallway a little more, and came to a sudden stop as his eyes blinked in surprise spotting some unfamiliar figures inside a photo frame on the wall.

To inspect it closer he went up to it, and gently touched it as the frame was crooked a little. Inside the photo, was a 4 year old (Y/N) grinning brightly inside of two other figures arms. One of the figures was a woman with (H/C) hair, while the other one was male with glasses, and (E/C) eyes as he wore a science coat over his clothes.

"Now, this is new..." Miguel murmured to himself with furrowed brows, a confused expression over his face as he looked back down at his watch, and debated once again with himself.

She never told him about these people, nor how her life was before getting adopted into the Morales family. He knew his far bit about her as she told him what he wanted to hear, but never about who was in this picture.

He went to bring up his wristband AI, and reached up his other hand to press onto it. Though once again he paused with a sudden heart clench, realising if he did this he would be betraying her trust, and bond they just were starting to develop.

That was something he rather die then ever do, not in a million year could he see himself betraying her trust like that. He slowly brought back down his wristband, as it stopped glowing and continued to stare at the picture with furrowed brows.

He'll make sure to remember this, and ask her about it later when the time was right. And no matter how badly he wanted to know her canon event, he wouldn't push her into telling him.

Leaving those pictures and thoughts away, he moved back towards the kitchen, and chuckled lowly to himself seeing their named plates next to each others on the bench. He really was starting to enjoy his stay here, but knew it was too good to be true as he truly didn't belong in this universe.

Doing what the girl normally does he shot a red web at the fridge, and pulled it open to grab a bottle of water to drink, as he knew she would be on his ass if he didn't.

However before he could even drink from the bottle, the sound of keys jiggling together followed by the door creaking open was heard. Hearing this, he pops his head around the corner and went to tease her about being out late, but stopped mid way as his eyes went wide at the view in front of him.

(Y/N) was standing there covered in a lot of blood. Her chest was heaving up and down, hair all over the place, clothes a bit torn as she goes to weakly smile at Miguel, and take a step forward for to only trip over her feet.

He quickly rushed up to her at this, catching the girl against his chest, as he held her wounded body up, "Roja?! What on earth happened to you?" He exclaimed worridley seeing her like this, keeping one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders. His other hand went up to cup her bloody cheek, and wiped away some of it off with his thumb.

He seriously had to ignore how attractive she looked right now, and kept his spiking emotions at bay for now as she was his main concern right now.

She mumbled inaudible words against his palm, as her head lulled a little bit, and exhaled shakily with a wince, "Well... I, uh saved three cats and got hit with a car... a few times..." She causally admitted.

"You what?!" He questioned in a incredulous tone, blinking down at her rapidly as his figure towered over her smaller one. He growled annoyed under his breath, and bent down a little to sweep her up into his arms bridal style, "Your selflessness knows no bonds, cariño."

The bag in her hand drops to the floor, as Elvis was below their feet meowing loudly seeing his owner like this. Miguel shushes the cat off, giving him a waring stare as he now followed after them quietly, blue eyes on (Y/N).

"Hold onto me, dulce niña." Miguel whispered softly against her ear, not even caring about the blood now on his shirt from her. He had one arm underneath her knees, as the other one was around her back, and started to walk towards her bedroom.

She hummed at his words, blinking sluggishly up at him through glazed eyes, and smirks the best she could, "You caring now, O'hara?" She mumbled with a weak laugh, and placed her head against his collar bone, arms loosely around his broad shoulders.

He tilted his head to her, and a softness forming across his face that she never thought she'd see on him for her, "I've always cared," He breathed out, and squeezed her gently against his chest as he crossed the entrance to her room, "I care more then you think."

She felt incredibly flustered at this words, but didn't know if it was from how she was losing blood or from him in general. She hide her face in his warm neck momentarily, as he went to grab a towel hanging off her bedhead, and laid it down onto her sheets.

He then gently placed her on top of the towel, being careful not to bump anything as he kneels down in front of her, and also gently takes one of her legs by the thigh, once again not caring about the blood.

Through her dazed eyes she watched with a pounding heart, as the shirt on him was tight around him at his kneeling and showed off his build more. He went to remove her high-tops off her socked feet, and placed them aside to deal with later.

Elvis meowed softly at his injured owner, ears down sensing something was wrong as he jumps onto the bed, and sits on his hind feet near her for comfort.

"Guess the roles are reversed, huh?" (Y/N) goes to weakly mumble to break the silence, and smiles a little at him with her sickly figure. She frowns a little upset when Miguel didn't respond to her joke, but instead went to grab some more towels from the bathroom.

He proceeded to kneel back down in front of her on the bed, and starts to gently wipe away all of the blood on her skin to see what needed stitches, or bandages. His brows were raised up, as a neutral expression was shown but in reality, his emotions were a storm inside.

She sits there with a hunched back quietly, the blood loss getting to her as her eyelashes were fluttering rapidly. She just barely felt him stopping the cleaning, and saw him fiddling around with the AI watch, "What are you doing?" She slurred her question.

His forehead creased as he fiddled around with the watch, secretly trying to scan how much damage she was actually in, and knew she needed snitches on some wounds, "Trying to find a shop that has thread." He somewhat lies to her, and now glanced back up her way.

She silently nodded at his words, hand finding its way into Elvis' fur who purred at her and rubbed his head against her hand, "Emma's shop should have it..."

He heard her trail off in her words, and stood up from his spot in the floor. He gently cupped the back of her head, and guided her down to low on the bed.

"Stay here, alright?" He tells her softly, unlike his normal tone, and brushes a few strains of hair out of her sweaty face, "I'll be back as soon as I can, pequeña roja."

She just huffed a few words to him that weren't audible, as her eyes closed shut and her chest went into a steady breathing pattern. Elvis came up to lay beside her head, and offered his owner his warmth as Miguel gave one last look over her, and headed out of her apartment's window to get what was needed.

......

Miguel instantly knew the risk of leaving her apartment to walk the streets of  a universe he didn't belong in. He knew what this might cause for future events, and the multiverse, but all that currently mattered to him was save (Y/N). She would always come first in his eyes, especially after everything that's happened between them

He wore a jumper with a hoodie that he had over his head, trying to minimise the looks and stares he got from the people of Brooklyn. He ignored the beeping coming from his watch again, and followed the directions it showed him to the shop near the apartment.

Ozzy, the dog placed outside was currently sleeping as he rested his head on his front paws. Miguel freaked out seeing the dog, but pushed his fears aside and marched out into the shops doors, hearing the bell go off to alert Emma in the back.

He avoided the many people shopping inside, as he felt the stares of young girls and woman on him, and heard their giggles at how handsome he looked. Not like it effected him though, as he had eyes for one woman and one only. That would never change, not even in the years to come.

The aisle for the supplies needed came into his enhanced eyes view, as he ended up spotting the thread and bandages from across the store, thankful for his split DNA for once.

Pulling down his hoodie to not look suspicious inside there, he grabbed a roll of thread from one section, and stood up a little to reach for the bandages. He once again heard the giggles of some woman, and grumbled under his breath as he quickly walked up to the register.

Luckyily no one was in line for him to wait behind, and he slide down all the things he needed to buy onto the playing bench. He kept his head head when he heard Emma turn around to notice him wanting to buy stuff.

"Oh! You're the little guy friend (Y/N) made." She speaks up in a cheery tone, and faces him fully to get a good look at him, as her glasses fall down onto her nose.

Miguel's body tenses at this, and clears his throat with an awkward cough into his fist, "I have no idea what you're talking about." He tried to talk in a different voice, but it didn't work as well as it does for the Morales siblings.

Emma hums a little bit with a knowing smile, and fixes her glasses up to look him over, "Can't fool me, boy. I know everyone who come's into my store, and I've never seen you before." She starts off, and motioned to the stuff on the bench, "You're buying the same stuff as my little (Y/N/N) bought."

He clenched his jaw, and shot her a small annoyed scowl. He hated how easily she figured that out with little information needed, "Sí, sí, okay it's true. Can we just please move this along? I need to get back to her, and quick." He somewhat pleaded in a lowered tone, so only Emma could hear.

The older lady frowned a bit worriedly, but nevertheless nodded her head in agreement, and pushed the supplies into his hands, "Go, go. You don't need to pay if its for her." She tells him in a motherly way, before a more firmer tone came out and looks him in the eye, "Promise me you'll take care of her. There's not a lot of people like (Y/N), and that within it's self is really special. She's one of a kind, don't lose that boy."

His breath hitches at her sudden demand, and his face eventually softens from its usual cold expression. He already knew how Emma's words were absolutely correct, as he's never met someone like (Y/N) before. She definitely was one of a kind, and he never wanted to let that go, her go, ever.

"I swear on my life I will."

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ok firstly i lied about this being the last chapter and that there would be angst... cause once again i underestimated how much i actually write for a chapter.... so all the angst should be next update HOPEFULLY 🫡🫡

SECONDLY, guys please im not fluent in spanish and im trying my hardest to include small words of it because of the fact miguel SPEAKS spanish..... pls go easy on me with the corrections, im very sensitive when it comes to my writing lmao :')

thank you for all the hype, love, comments and votes on this fic so far guys i really appearcit it all so much 🫶🫶

its 4am AGAIN right now LMAOAO so thank you for reading guys, and im begging don't be ghost readers🥲 i wanna hear your thoughts (if not all good) <33

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