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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 3

pairings: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: Sione's gone, David's gone, and even Kiuga is gone. But Miguel isn't, and neither is Manaia. Just great.

warnings/notes: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ONE ❤️

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Soft fingers played with his hair, the other hand trailing up and down the nape of his neck. "How bad do you want to kiss me, Migs?" A smooth, yet raspy voice spoke.

Miguel could only look down at Manaia with tired eyes, yearning to feel more of her. He was tired of holding back, tired of his feelings being ignored for his ego to show. But now. Now, he has a chance.

"So bad, you don't even know."

She pushed him on the chest lightly enough for him to sit down, sitting on his lap as she cups his face.

"Prove it," she comments with a teasing voice, one of her fingers twirling around a curl.

Leading his hands to rest on her waist, only for him to press them on her back causing her to move forward. Right there at that moment, he felt bliss as her soft lips met his.

Nothing could ever ruin this moment he's dreamt about.

*buzz buzz*

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER (HOT ASS) MOTHER I MISS YOU

mahi_sniffer: pls respond i miss you

mahi_sniffer: miguelllllllllll

bololicker: too busy on fufuhour, he doesnt wanna talk to us 😣

aluaigioukae: @M.Ohara_99 your missus was asking where you've been when we were walking home

"For fuck's sake," Miguel could never take a peaceful nap with these idiots, he should have known better. Annoyed at the ruined dream that he wished escalated quicker, he put his phone on silent.

Remembering the last text sent on his phone, he sighed heavily. He knows his friends are mutual with Manaia, mainly because their parents were friends with hers from way back when.

Despite this fact, he never found himself trying to engage with her. At all.

During classes when Sione would ask if she wanted to sit with them, Miguel would get up and sit across the room, opposite of her. Or during a break, if he was playing tackle footy and she was watching while sitting down on the bench with one of his main friends, he stops playing in case he fumbles the ball and embarrasses himself. What was worse was the walk back home after school.

If they weren't going to the mall for a feed with him or going to his house to hangout, they were most definitely walking home with her as they all lived a street next to each other. The walk together would be deadly awkward to the point where Sione would walk Manaia home himself, leaving Miguel and the two other boys.

"Ow! Fuck bro, okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Miguel can hear the stupid whines Sione projects across the room. He lifts his head up, seeing Manaia swat the Tongan boy with a rolled up textbook, "I swear, bro mum's soul, I won't say it again."

"Good," she says while smiling innocently, unrolling her book and returning to write her notes. "Cunt," Sione whispered, causing her to glare at him.

"You should just go kiss him, I swear."

"You should just do your work, stupid."

'Who was it exactly that they were talking about?' Miguel thought. It for sure couldn't be that Seth guy from weeks ago, he was her ex. Was it himself? Was it the guy sitting next to him?

"Sione, I swear if you don't shut your mouth-"

mahi_sniffer: guys not be a mood wrecker but i had to go home early, i know yall are gonna miss me but its okay 💔💔

mahi_sniffer: i forgot to turn off the iron this morning and my mum saw it lying on my bed, it was face down as well 😞

mahi_sniffer: pray for me guys

aluaigioukae: no one really fucking cares

mahi_sniffer: you didn't even come school today you have NO say

bololicker: I had to leave early too, my mum wants me to clean the house before we go airport and pick up my cousins

mahi_sniffer: aww no one really asked 🥹

bololicker: die

aluaigioukae: did naia go school?

mahi_sniffer: yeah

aluaigioukae: and miguel too?

mahi_sniffer: yur

bololicker: and ur not there?

mahi_sniffer: yuh

bololicker: ...

mahi_sniffer: oh

mahi_sniffer: OH OH

M.Ohara_2099: You left me alone, you idiot

"Hey Miguel, have you seen Sione? He wasn't in English last period."

It was already too late for his text to register as he looks up from his phone, seeing Manaia standing in front of him smiling shyly. She wore a high bun, along with a pink and yellow sei that matched her cute, yellow shoes. She had gotten a lip piercing recently, and it drove Miguel crazy.

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. He texted me saying he had to go home early."

He watches as she rolls her eyes while chuckling, "That egg probably left the iron on, I keep reminding him every time we're on the phone."

This causes Miguel to raise an eyebrow, not noticing himself smiling down at her as she talks to herself.

"I was hoping he'd walk me home, but it's fine," He watches as she began to walk away from him with a saddened expression. "I'll see you on Monday, Miguel." He hears her say with a soft voice.

His friends weren't there to encourage him into talking to her like they normally would. His mother was at work so he had no excuse to rush home, and not walk up to Manaia to strike up a conversation. He didn't see her talk to her ugly ass ex at all today.

This is his one chance, and he could not afford to miss it.

"I can walk you home, Manaia." Miguel calls out, turning around to meet with her back. She stopped walking, turning around to face him.

"O-only if you're okay with that, of course," He stutters, "And I know Sione doesn't like you walking alone with other schools nearby finishing as well, he knows you get uncomfortable walking around others you don't know much about." He attempts to make a poor excuse which she smiles softly at.

Miguel feels his face grow hot at the sight of her looking him up and down, "That's very cute of you to do, Miguel. I'd be happy if you walked with me."

It had been a long, silent walk, but it was calming. Well, to Manaia at least. Miguel had both his hands in his pockets, not wanting to accidentally touch the girl beside him if his hands were to flare out.

"You know, I was bummed out when I couldn't see you after the whole Multicultural event. I wanted to see you, Migs."

Hearing this, Miguel fidgets nervously, clenching his sweaty palms to relax his racing heart. If only she knew how much of an effect she had on him just by saying a few words. But there was this thing; she was always genuine. He knew that she was telling no lie, and it made him crazy.

Based on how other girls approached him, it wasn't the best way to get into his closed-off heart. He remembers how bold people can be, but it just made him uncomfortable knowing they'd just try to get into his pants. Some people were deaf to the word no a lot of the time.

"Uh- yeah, had to.. get home, emergency," he tells Manaia, stuttering uncontrollably and lying through his teeth.

Miguel watches as her nod, "I kind of wished to see you there. But I hope everything at home is okay," she looks up at him, catching him off guard at the sudden eye contact. His face heats up as she smiles at him warmly.

"So what are you listening to?" He asks, using an excuse to avoid her longing gaze.

In his peripheral vision, he sees her hand offering an ear bud. "You're close enough with Sione to not get it right," He looks down at Manaia, he waits for her to continue, her moist lips tempting his curiosity badly. Just how exactly would they feel against his own?

"If you guess right, you'll get a surprise when you drop me to my house." The crescendo of her sultry voice chimes in, her eyes looking into his as she gave him a cute smile, waving the earbud in his face. As he puts the bud in, he feels the side of her arm touch his. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Sorry, I just don't want to move far away and accidentally pull the bud out of your ear. I shared with Sione one time, and trust me when I tell you how much it hurts," laughing at the stupid memory with her best friend. Fondly smiling at her thoughtful thinking, he inches closer as well, arms brushing against each other.

He paid no mind to the contact.

That's what Manaia was thinking.

The volume raises slightly, she gave a toothy grin at his animated-like thinking pose, one hand on his chin as he pretend to thinks as he hears her small laugh.

"It's definitely Hey Girl by Fiji,' He answers, looking at Manaia expectantly, heartstrings being pulled as he sees her face glow in endearment.

"You even said the artist, that's very cute of you, Miguel," Manaia's quick to compliment him as if it was nothing, sending him into an internal coma. Trying his best not to let his mouth form into a shy smile, he mumbles a quick thank you, to which she giggle at once again.

The two of them continued their walk, they had to come to a stop as she saw the walkway leading to the small stairs of her front door. Looking at the empty driveway, she let out a sigh of relief. Both of the teenagers walk up to the door. Despite this, Miguel finds himself in relief as she doesn't say her goodbyes yet.

"I'm still sorry for the long walk," she says with an upset tone, an apologetic smile on her face. "It's fine, really. Plus, going to the gym isn't going to help me by itself if I'm not walking at least an hour a day," He winks playfully, his crossed arms that were up against his chest brought into a trance. Muscular arms seeped through the material of his shirt.

"You're an egg sometimes, just like Sione," she stiffled a laugh, jokingly pushing his shoulder, a bit harder than expected as she leaned forward, her sei falling out.

Miguel bends down and picks it up, softly pulling her closer by the arm, placing the fake flower back in position. All the while she looked up at him, flattering her eyelashes up at him trying to ignore the close feeling of his body against hers. The promximity sent a rush of heat to her face. "Don't want to ruin that pretty hair of yours," he smiles down at her.

His words replaying and looping around in her head, she couldn't resist asking the taller boy in front of her.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Miguel looks at Manaia, face heated from the straightforward question, he coughs, "Maybe.." She tilts her head teasingly, glossy lips form into a cute smile, as well as her eyes.. God, those eyes. Miguel couldn't help but think back to the dream from last night. The way her lips moulded perfectly against his, giving him a teasing look right after. The same look she was giving him now.

He shakes his head lightly before chuckling, "Now, where was that surprise you were talking about early, huh?"

"Come closer," her hand reaches up to hold his face, now standing on her tippy toes to get closer.

This is it. Miguel thinks to himself happily.

"Who are you?" a small voice pops out.

The both of them look at the door. There stood a little boy, hair ruffled as well as his strained looking eyes.

"Junior, what have I told you about when I'm talking to people?" She tells him off with a motherly tone as if telling off her own child, her hand long gone from his heated cheek. Turning her focus back to Miguel, "I, uh, as much as I want to invite you inside, my mum will be home soon, Miguel," And that was true.

"That's fine," he says to her, looking her in the eyes.

She turns her head down to her brother, nodding her head for him to get inside as the both of them talked, and that he does.

"I'll see you on Monday," Manaia quickly cup his cheek, kissing just beside his mouth, missing his cheek completely as he moved his head. He shakes his head while blushing, watching Manaia swiftly wave and run into her house giggling.

bololicker: bro its been 3 hours, wheres sione

aluaigioukae: got his phone taken off him 😿😿

bololicker: AWUI SHAME

aluaigioukae: nah but wheres that chromebook he stole from skl? 👀

bololicker: AS IF HE WOULD USE THE CHROMEBOOK TO TEXT US

bololicker: he made fun of me when i was texting my missus on it

aluaigioukae: 💀💀💀

aluaigioukae: anyway..

alugioukae: has miguel texted you? havent heard from him for a few hours

M.Ohara_99: I just got home, I'm here.

bololicker: MY BRETHREN.

aluaigioukae: are you okay? doesnt take you that long to get home before

M.Ohara_99: I'm fine, thank you for asking.

M.Ohara_99 is typing

Miguel stops typing, should he tell them he walked Manaia home? No. They'll make fun of him, for sure. But if he tells them, they can give him advice on how to get closer to her as well. They are close to her, more than he is. Sadly, he thinks.

Ah, fuck it.

M.Ohara_99: I walked Manaia home

2 users are typing

aluaigioukae: AINGGGGGGGGGGGGG

bololicker: SLURP SLURP OUAAAAAAAAAA

aluaigioukae: DID YOU.. YKKKKK???

"I fucking knew it," He says to himself.

M.Ohara_99: David, Kiuga, please

M.Ohara_99: I just walked her home, that was all

alugioukae: wait nah we need to hear how youre saying it 👀 you might be smiling and kicking your dick around n all

bololicker: awui

aluaigioukae has started a voice chat!

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Miguel groans into his pillow, "Fucks sake."

"David, why do we have to call? I was perfect with texting you," he says immediately after pressing the green join option. He glares at the little screen, showing David grinning at him, Kiuga's screen remained off while his microphone stayed on.

At least Kiuga was normal about it, Miguel thinks.

"HOW WAS IT, MATE?" Kiuga screams through his microphone.

Nevermind.

Turning on his camera, Miguel props his phone against his headboard and lays on his pillow. "I told you, nothing else. I just walked her home..." He trails off, looking away from the camera.

"So you both didn't kiss?" David asks, raising his brow line.

Miguel coughs and chokes on air, looking up at the ceiling.

"No. We didn't kiss."

"Liar, liar, my dick is on fucking fire, Miguel. Naia told us she tried to go for the cheek but your freaky ass was trying to get some tongue in there," Kiuga yells through his microphone dramatically, the pitch of his voice heightening through every line.

Miguel groans again into his pillow, "So you both knew but asked anyway? I'm embarrassed right now," ruffling his hair aggressively.

David breaks into laughter, "She told us straight away. Okay but don't tell her I told you," He says in a bit of a serious tone, a playful aura still lingering, "But she felt embarrassed when you moved your face, she was rambling on about it on the phone before you texted. She was even more embarrassed when her brother saw you at the front door."

"He was a cute kid, but he ruined the moment," Miguel says bluntly.

"Did the kid have a gap tooth or?" Kiuga says causing David to laugh. Miguel thinks to himself before nodding. "He did."

"I fucking love that sibling, her other siblings are so ass."

"Have I met any of them?" Miguel curiously asks.

"Uh," David trails off, scratching the back off his neck, "do you remember that guy who started a brawl at the mall last year? In the food court?"

"The guy who stole my fucking burrito from Mad Mex to throw at someone's head!? The burrito I paid for that was $20?!" Miguel yells through his mic, louder than needed as his mother opens his door, peeking her head in.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

He snaps his head toward the door, nodding aggressively, "Uh huh."

His mother leaves, giving an awkward smile.

"Yeah that was him. And the other two girls that were behind him are her sisters. They're all in their twenties, but they don't live with Manaia and Junior" Kiuga informs Miguel, whose mouth is wide open as well as his eyes.

"Fuck's sake."

"Yeah well, better not fuck around with her or else her junkie ass siblings will come for you," David jokes.

Miguel sighs, taking off his jumper, revealing his tone arms and shoulders. His riled up self felt heat rush through his body. It was bad enough the AC in his room was broken.

"Well, I would never do that. All I know is that I like her, but I don't know if she likes me back," the heart broken boy says, a slight pout settling on his lips.

"Be for real, Migs," Kiuga teases. The nickname only sounded good when it came out of her mouth. Only hers. "And don't give me that 'Oh, she's just being nice' type bullshit. I give David a little kiss on the cheek when I drop him off home-"

"Wow, okay bye." David says, leaving the call.

Miguel rolls his eyes as Kiuga laughs out loud. "All I see is denial. Try talking to her more. I'll give you her username before I go sleep, I'll see you Monday." The boy finally says before leaving the call.

Miguel lets the silence in his room embrace him. A few minutes go by and all he can do is think about her. And maybe the dream. He remembers how she looked down at him in the dream, and sat in his lap. With just one touch, she already had him on his knees.

As for today, all she did was look up at him, and he felt his knees buck and his breath hitch. Fuck.

*buzz buzz*

aluaigioukae: @manaiafepuleai 😉😉 heres her @

aluaigioukae: make sure theres no cookie calls ;))

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 4

pairing; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Progress? Yes.

warnings/notes; this is so fucking rushed and not planned out.

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"They did one dance together, since when were they friends?" Miguel mutters, turning his attention back to notebook, pushing down onto his pen with more force than needed leading to the ballpoint of the pen to break. Ink rushing down and spreading along the white and blue lined paper. "That's just fucking great."

"What's wrong?" Sione elbows his friend, figuring out what he was looking at - more rather who he was looking at.

"Who's he looking at, g?" he looks at David who sat on the other side of him.

"Who else would he be looking at, dumbass?" David muttered under his breath. He motions his head across the room, and there sat Manaia and Seth chatting away like regular friends would.

"Fuck up," Sione pushes David, this leading to a small play fight between the two.

The brown-haired boy rolls his eyes at their little fight, getting up to grab the tissue box that was placed in front of the class on a table much smaller than every other student used.

Returning to his seat and wiping off the ink that was slowly seeping onto the table, he carefully reaches forward but feels himself being pushed from the side by Sione. Gaining balance, he places his hand flat straight onto the stained book. He groans in frustration rather louder than intended, "Fucks sake, Sione!"

This catches Manaia's attention from across the room. Maybe more few spectators other than just her.

"S'there something wrong, O'Hara?" The old lady up in front of everyone asks, pushing up her glasses that fell off the bridge of her nose.

He feels his face grow warm as pairs of eyes stared his way, "No, ma'am. I'm sorry," he apologises, rather more angry than embarrassed, he asks to go to the bathroom.

It was ridiculously hard to get the ink off his hands, the tap that stood a few steps outside the classroom had no soap, the water was freezing cold. And Miguel was not about to walk a few minutes to the bathroom only to find out it's locked.

It was ridiculously hard and time consuming, but not impossible.

It seemed like forever to someone else as their footsteps went unheard by the already-stressed boy.

"Are you okay? You seem bothered, Migs."

He turns around and walks forward, done and drying his hands, just as Manaia bumps into his chest.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Manaia," he apologises in a soft tone. Immediately his eyes are on the bun that was tied on Manaia's head, yet there was something missing. He watches as she bends down to pick up her pink sei on the ground, then offers it to him with an apologetic smile.

"Is it okay if you put it back on me, Miguel?"

A voice as soothing as hers can bring a man like Miguel down to his knees.

He watches her eyes light up as he nods with a gentle smile, "Come closer to me," he instructs, careful with his tone in case he came off too demanding.

She complies, taking a small step as she gives him the coloured flower. She feels her face grow hot as Miguel places his hand on her cheek making her look up at him.

After a few seconds, he looks down at her with a smile on his face then his eyes peer at his hand holding her face, "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I just wanted to get a clear look and then you know-"

He didn't feel Manaia pull away from such an intimate touch. And he was happy with that.

"It's okay, Migs," he watches as she gives a bashful smile, sensing she felt embarrassed, he pulls away.

Unknown to the fact of disappointment Manaia felt when he decided to break their small moment of intimacy.

Miguel sees a small permission slip in her hand, probably to use the bathroom he assumed. So he apologises, "Oh, I didn't mean to keep you here for that long, I'll let you go-" Hands are placed on her shoulders as a small apology, more of an excuse to get close with her, but as he begins to walk away, he feels a grasp on his wrist.

"I just made up a lie to see you," she nervously looks away, embarrassed about her truth yet a small speck of pride for being up front and honest.

Miguel feels himself growing more calm in her presence, even when her words were to make his heart race, "Why?" he asks carefully, not to come off rude.

"Wanted to check up on you, you looked really upset," she lets out a small feign cough, thinking carefully about her next few words, "Thought I can cheer you up, you know?"

Miguel's throat grows tight on him, eyes fixated on her hands that grip onto the side of her school jumper as well as her lips that form into a friendly grin. "That's very thoughtful of you, Manaia," Her eyes quickly shift from his face to the ground nervously, finally looking up at him as he lets out a small chuckle, "You always make me feel good."

mahi_sniffer: bro i caught them making out

bololicker: so THATS why they were so quiet when they got back to classsssssssssssss

aluaigioukae: NO FUCKING WAYYYYY

M.Ohara_99: No, that is not what happened

mahi_sniffer: alg just lie to the guy who's gonna be the best man at your weddinggggg alggg

aluaigioukae: fuck off thats my job

mahi_sniffer: no die its literally me

aluaigioukae: well IM the one who sent miguel manaia's @ WHICH WOULDVE LED THEM TO TALK MOREEEE

bololicker: WELL.

bololicker: you'd be wrong cos i stalk miguel's following every day, they indeed DO NOT FOLLOW EACH OTHERRRRR SHAME SHAME SHAME

aluaigioukae: HUH

aluaigioukae: MF YOU STILL HAVENT FOLLOWED HER

M.Ohara_99: ...

M.Ohara_99: I did follow her

bololicker: yeah then pussied out and undid ur request you dumbass

M.Ohara_99: I got scared.

aluaigioukae: ARE U SHITTING MY DICK RIGHT NOW

mahi_sniffer: ohhh so thats what she was sooking to me on the phone about

bololicker: wowww miguelllll wowwww

M.Ohara_99: Wait what? What was she saying?

mahi_sniffer: she called me a few nights ago saying she saw ur request and then tapped to accept it

mahi_sniffer: BUT THEN SAW U UNFOLLOWED HERRRRRRR STUPID ASS

M.Ohara_99: ..how did she even know it was me?

mahi_sniffer: WHAT OTHER OHARA DOES SHE KNOW THAT HAS A NAME STARTING WITH M OMG MIGUEL

aluaigioukae: you help miguel take a step forward and the mf just takes a hundred steps back smh

bololicker: tbh im surprised miguel's user isnt some cringey shit tbh

aluaigioukae: theyhatemiguel99 HAHA

mahi_sniffer: daddymiguel69420

bololicker: theyadore.m1 PFFFTTT HAHAH

mahi_sniffer: with his bio all like "me vs the world"

(this is literally me taking a dig at my girlfriend's ex... fk that bitch @zdawg14 HAHA)

M.Ohara_99: You all give me headaches.

[ mahi_sniffer: alg just lie to the guy who's... ]

M.Ohara_99 has replied to mahi_sniffer's message !

M.Ohara_99: If I were to have a best man, it would be my younger brother because my mother would tell me off for days if he wasn't.

mahi_sniffer: YOU HAVE A FUCKING BROTHER????

bololicker: is he hot

aluaigioukae: i mean looking at miguel, then yeah hes gotta be

mahi_sniffer: WHY IS NO ONE SURPRISED THAT HES GOT A BROTHER HELLO??

bololicker: me and david literally follow him on insta, he doesnt rlly post his face or anything

mahi_sniffer: yall are not gang

mahi_sniffer: but what does he even look like

mahi_sniffer: where does blud even live

M.Ohara_99: He lives with my father two hours away, but he is going to be living with my mother and I soon. He's going to be in our year.

bololicker: oh so yo mama single??

M.Ohara_99: Kiuga, please.

aluaigioukae: can we see what he looks like at leastttt he never posts his face

M.Ohara_99: Fine

[ M.Ohara_99 has sent a photo to pussy eaters ! ]

M.Ohara_99: That is my brother, Gabriel.

mahi_sniffer: god fucking damn

mahi_sniffer: damn damn damn

aluaigioukae: bros fine as fuck what the hell

mahi_sniffer: i mean not as fine as me but goddamn

bololicker: might catfish the bekis with this one...

aluaigioukae: g ur cousins dont count as ur bekis

mahi_sniffer: id personally never bring manaia around ur brother COS DAMN SHE'D GO CRAZY

M.Ohara_99: I rather you not say that.

Miguel feels his heart tighten at the little joke his friends make. Surely they were only joking around, right?

Weeks of studying had flown by Miguel tremendously slow. He was a prime student, top of his year every year at most, but his last year of high school raised the bar of intensity up to the highest level. Assessments, homework, and work were small in comparison to the non-stop yelling at home that his mother was causing at home.

"Miguel, baby! Have you cleared out the guest room? Your father said Gabriel will be here in a few weeks!" His mother's voice echoes throughout the house as he tried to gain some shut-eye on his desk, tired from the ginormous pile of text books he had to go through.

"My sweet boy, did you buy the snacks I texted you about? Gabriel loves them!" Her voice beams in delight. "Mama, he won't be here until a few weeks like you said," He replies, watching his mother frown. He pulls her into a hug, "It's fine, mama. He'll be here soon."

"Miguellllll, honey! Come say hi, I'm on the phone with Gabriel!" Miguel groans into his pillow, not wanting to force himself to converse with the one boy he barely talked to. He falls asleep just as his mother walks in with her phone in hand. Closing the door, she whispers on the phone, "Sorry baby, your brother fell asleep."

To be fair, his mother's loud voice wasn't as bad now that he thought of it. He guesses the reminder that his mother always gives about his brother moving in with them was what got him.

News of his brother that he only saw every few months was getting to him. Miguel couldn't tell if he was happy about being close with his brother like he used to be as a kid, or not; as they were both too late to form a bond close as they were at an age where they didn't care enough to do so. Being separated from young was hard on the teenager, unable to keep the relationship he once used to have with Gabriel was a major problem.

He remembers the last conversation he had with his brother was about literally nothing because they were both forced into a room and were supposed to get along by their parents. Awkward glances and feign clearing of throats, waiting for the other to start up a conversation was all Miguel could remember.

Gabriel being a year younger, yet smart enough to be in his year was enough for Miguel to have his reasons to be harder on himself, more than he already is.

Regardless of everything, he still found joy in the little moments where he wasn't studying or cleaning.

And much to his surprise, those little moments were with Manaia. Miguel wasn't surprised to see her getting teased by Sione every now and then, what he was surprised with was when Manaia decided to sit in the middle of both himself and Sione.

Small changes like this lead to them sitting next to each other during other classes they shared, sharing and exchanging lunches, talking to each other without having the boys forcing them to. They weren't considered close friends, but there was something still lingering between them. Compared to about 2 months ago, comfort with being around each other had grown.

"Sooo... you wouldn't date Sione if he was a girl?" Manaia questions the boy that sat across her.

Miguel chuckles before shaking his head, "I'd have to be high off my ass to even think about dating that idiot."

They both share a moment of laughter before Miguel notices all of her attention was on him. Giving him the same smile that makes his heart flutter, he avoids her longing gaze. He notices strands of hair falling in front of her face, no hair tie around any of her wrists. Instantly taking off the hair tie that was around his wrist, "Oh, here." He always kept one on when noticed a little shift in their growing friendship.

Manaia smiles gratefully and takes the tie. "You're very thoughtful, Miguel, thank you."

"No flower today, Manaia?" He asks after noticing there was no bright coloured sei decorating her hair.

"Haven't worn one for a few days after my brother tried to be romantic by taking them to church and giving them to girls," She rolls her eyes at the funny thought.

"Oh, Junior?" He asks trying to remember off the top of his head.

Manaia nods her head.

A thought lingers in Miguel's racing mind. He's still got them in his bag. Without thinking he reaches into his school bag and shyly shows the cute box of seis to the girl in front of him. She raises a brow at him.

"I.. got these for you. Ages ago, but I was too scared to give them to you," he looks away as his arm remains extended offering the box to Manaia. He feels her take the box from him. Miguel looks at her awaiting for her reaction.

She admires the box, fingers trailing along the frame as the clear plastic middle showcased two fake flowers. One, being dark purple that had specks of glitter on the leaves. Traditional Samoan patterns were checkered with the mix of purple and white. The second flower having the same design yet the two colours being red and blue.

"Miguel, they're so beautiful," She looks his way as she smiles at him softly.

Manaia gets up from her seat and walks over his way, now standing in front of him. She grows hesitant with her next step, but then she thought back to when Sione would pound motivation into her head whenever it came to making moves on Miguel. Just fucking do it or you're a pussy, he'd say as if it were helpful.

Somehow it was because Manaia bent down, placed her warm hands on Miguel's face before pulling him closer and kissing his nose.

"Yes! Yes! I fucking-"

"Did you get it properly? Stop moving, cunt!"

"Give me the phone, you dog! Let me see!"

Three boys were in a squatting position, cheering as well as pushing around with each other at the interaction their friends had. Hiding behind a bush, they recorded their friends grow closer and closer, saving it in a file titled, caught lackin'.

"Bro I fucking told you Naia would make the first move," Sione whispers, patting himself on the back.

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i dont even know where this was going, i havent planned shit.

SAU LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 5

pairing; teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Manaia hates the weekend.

warnings/notes; manaia getting walked in on, CREEPY UNCLE WE ALL HATE EM YK. a little junior x manaia sibling moment 🥹 this was indeed proofread poorly. HA.

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Manaia had spent her Saturdays either working, cleaning or babysitting. Often, it was all three in that exact order. She'd wake up at 6 am and get ready for her job that paid absolute shit, and return home to a filthy house. Of course, her mother was no use. Her uncle that just moved in was no use. However, they'd complain about anything and everything not looking the way they wanted it to. Her other siblings who liked to be in and out of the house were also no use. And Junior, well, he is still a clueless child who's barely explored the world, let alone school. To Manaia, she'd admit babysitting was the worst of them all. Her mother and uncle were out, leaving an underaged child to look after another underaged child.

Now, if there was one thing more annoying than a Saturday full of deep cleaning, then there wasn't much to be excited about on a Sunday morning. At all.

For it to only be 6 am, it was too early for it to be this loud. Manaia groaned into her pillow, blocking her ears as she heard her mother's loud voice echoing through the walls. Her younger brother was hugging her arm trying to dwell more in dreamland, but they both found it useless as they were unable to fall back into slumber.

"Get up! Get ready for loku! [church]" the elder's voice rung through every corner of their small house.

"Mhh," Manaia got up, scratching her head in anger as the yelling turned into chants of her name repeatedly. "Okay, I'm up," she says to herself as a response.

She finds herself laughing as she watches her younger brother, Junior, consumed by all three thick blankets. So that explains why she was cold throughout the whole night, "Wake up, baby, we have to get ready."

"But I'm tired," the boy gets up and rubs his eyes, Manaia wraps an arm around his shoulder while smiling, "I know, but you'll see your friends at church the faster you get ready, yeah?" She tries to sway her brother.

He smiles immediately at the thought, "You're right."

"I always am, now go wake up Pele before mum starts yelling again," She laughs as her brother sulks at the thought.

Manaia had spent her sweet time looking around for the perfect dress to go with the sei Miguel had gifted her, but every dress she had was either too dark or too light to suit the colours she had. She dug further into her cupboards, squealing with excitement as she found the perfect puletasi.

Changing immediately, she sat on her bed and took off her top. Midway of changing without a single warning, the door swung open. Manaia yelped in surprise, wrapping her front with her blanket.

"Sorry, your mum told me to tell you to hurry up." A deep voice informed, a hint of smug in their tone.

She looks at the door and there stood a relative of hers. One she never liked. He was cocky, prideful, as well as a fucking creep. Manaia knew well to keep her distance.

Frightened to respond, she nods her head and mutters a small thank you.

"Where's my ofu loku? I gave it to you to iron."

"No, you didn't. You said put it in the wash."

"YOU- Kiuga, don't fuck with me right now."

Both latter's shut their mouth as a shout runs through the walls of the small house, "Kiuga! Siana and her kids are coming over so we can go loku together, did you puga the kipoki!?" [ boil the kettle? ]

Kiuga groans in annoyance looking over at David, "I thought I told you to- nevermind," he sighs, yet think nonetheless that standing and doing nothing about his problem would do anything, "Okay, find me a white button up and a black ie at least? I'm going to clean before Nai comes," he leaves the room.

Manaia could feel herself growing a migraine. She was stuck between a guy who seemed to be scared of using deodorant - who also had the choice to sit in the empty front seat - and a kid who did nothing but cry because his mother yelled at him and sent him death glares through the rearview mirror. It didn't seem to help when her phone was on 7% and her headphones were forgotten at home.

Her hopes of a good morning are high when their car is parked outside Kiuga's house. She wishes to run out the car and knock on the door, but is crushed when her mother demands she help Junior fix his outfit as it's stained with snot and tears. He would not have been crying if her mother had learnt not to be so aggressive in the morning. Or in general.

Her mother and uncle leave the car.

She sighs, her heart breaks at the sight of her brother looking up at her with teary eyes. Gently wiping his snotty face, she cupped his cheeks and gave him a comforting smile, "Are you okay, my honey?"

Junior shakes his head, hiccuping back a cough. His breathing slows down.

"It's okay not to feel okay, baby. Would you like a hug?"

Without an answer, he wraps his arms around Manaia's waist.

"Mum's a meanie," Junior whispers with a pout on his face.

"Mum's just getting old. She can be very impatient, she doesn't mean to hurt other people's feelings," she runs a calming hand up and down his back.

"Are you going to be mean to me when you're old?"

"No, Jay. I can never be mean to you," she sighs.

Manaia looks out the window, just as Kiuga rushes to the door of the car and opens it with a wide smile, "Manaia!"

He looks over to Junior who's engulfed by his friend's arms, "Hey, Jay," he says softly, he takes a seat beside Manaia. Placing an arm on her shoulder as he smiles at the small boy.

"You're a strong boy, you'll be fine," he ruffles his hair. Junior smiles through his tears.

"Where's David?"

"Right here!"

The three look over at the opened car door, the feeling of being squished together in a small car was no problem at this point in their life, this wasn't their first time doing so. David pushes Kiuga over, forcing his big form into the car.

Since young, Manaia wasn't fond of finding friends. Places like school, family gatherings, and drink-ups her mother would host were insanely too much. It was crowded and full of people. Church of all things were the worst. Something about teaching people how to live "right", don't do this, don't do that, would be drilled into their ass, only for sin to be penetrated right into their minds right after a sermon. Hypocritical kids who would make fun of her for having a mother who drank and drank, who all unknowingly had fathers that were long gone because of the same sitch her mother was in. Her older siblings were no help to her problem either. They only made things worse for her at home.

She had her baby brother. He was enough. He was everything.

Until two beaming families had joined. There, she was introduced to Kiuga and David. Two cousins who lived a few houses down from each other, but shared the bond of two siblings. Just like Manaia and Junior.

They hung out at church. They hung out at Bible studies. They moved to her school and grew even closer. And that was where they all met Sione. Her now, best friend.

Speaking of which, Manaia's phone dings.

Sione <3: Naia, can you bring those white chips you gave me last time? 😞😞 I'll come early to school if you do i swear

"You're only use your messaging app? Did you delete your socials again?" Kiuga asks upon seeing seeing Sione's contact name.

Manaia nods her head, "Only for a while so I can study properly without my mum complaining. Do not Disturb barely works on me because I end up going on my phone anyway."

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A smile creeps onto David's face.

"Is that the girl you've been texting for a few months now?" Kiuga asks beside him. He shakes his head.

"Nah, just Mig being Mig," he whispers, hoping the mention of Manaia's small crush doesn't get her all flustered.

"You know.. she's wearing the sei he got her," David raises a brow, "I think you should show him."

The two whisper to each other, Manaia looks over to them in concern, "Are you okay?"

They nod their head and smile at her.

David intervenes in their moment of silence, "Oh Naia, can I take a photo of you wearing your sei? I just want to make sure I get the right one for my mum when I go shopping next week," he winks slyly at Kiuga, who which he rolls his eyes at.

Manaia agrees blindly, "Get Junior and I in it! Come closer, baby," she wraps her arms around his head and he's forcefully squished between her arms and stomach, nonetheless the boy giggles.

"And.. there! Thanks, Nai."

David hits send and grins evily at Manaia.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Nah, nah, nothing."

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David chuckles to himself at Miguel's reaction.

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"Ew! Get off, you're drooling on me!" Manaia squeals moving her shoulder as Kiuga groans at the interruption of his slumber.

"Sorry, what did I miss?"

"Nothing much," David whispers, "Pastor just mentioned another funeral we have to save money up for."

"Nothing much? Another funeral? David, that's so mean. That's so much to miss!" Manaia growls both the boys off for their behaviour.

"Who the hell died this time?"

Their voices were hushed down to a whisper as they sat at the back of everyone.

"It's so cold, why do they always blast the AC in here?" Kiuga comments.

"Cause everyone's too broke to have an aircon at home so they use it as much as they can-"

The three big AC's on the walls turn off.

"It's hot now, thanks a lot, Kiuga," Manaia says.

"How is it my fault!?" Kiuga bursts out as David and Manaia shake their head disapprovingly at him.

"I don't know, maybe God got sick of your complaining and turned the AC off for you to shut the fuck up."

"David, we're in church!"

"Ugh, it's so hot!" He leans back into his chair.

"If it's hot here, then imagine the heat in Samoa."

"Imagine the heat in Hell! If you three don't quiet down, I'll make sure you'll quiet down there!" An old lady that was sat right in front of them turned around, sick of their banter.

"Sorry, aunty," Manaia apologises, giving a toothy smile.

David groans, "Why couldn't it be her funeral we're going to?" He sneakily whispers to his close friends.

"David, don't be mean."

"I'm just saying."

"Manaia, I'm going to look so fucking good at this funeral. My chains and rings, all that shit."

"Kiuga, stop talking about it like it's a party. Someone died."

"Well everyone cries, then eats at the big ass table of food right after the service like it was nothing."

"Yeah," David chimes in, "Why go somewhere with a big feed and not look good?"

"...You're both right."

"When are we not?"

She shoves Kiuga in the side as he laughs.

Looking across the other side of the hall, she tries to spot her younger brother sitting with his friends. Smiling happily at the sight of Junior listening attentively to the sermon. She internally cringes at the sight of her uncle looking back at her.

Awkwardly looking anywhere but at him, Manaia focuses her attention back to the front.

"The hell is your uncle doing here? I thought he got deported." An annoyed Kiuga says.

"I thought he got deported twice back to Sa," David comments.

"My mum is letting him stay with us, don't know how long for."

"Speaking of your mum, where's Pele?"

"Home," Manaia says quickly, "She got into an argument with my mum this morning-"

"Are we going to ignore your creepy uncle just looking at you?"

"I rather just ignore him, stop looking his way-"

"If you three do NOT be quiet-"

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 6

pairing; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; One step forward, a few more back.

warning/notes; cursing, family issues, does this count as angst...

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High school was something you either hated or loved, there was no in-between.

"I fucking hate this class."

Sione already knew what he thought.

9 o'clock on the dot, students fill up the entirety of a classroom. Sometimes. Sometimes, students decide to come at any time they like. They can walk in through the door halfway through class time, even 5 minutes before the bell goes.

Manaia, the dear early bird, always made sure she walked into class looking clean and fresh. No bumps in her hair, nothing stuck in her teeth, lips are moist. Yet, when she doesn't feel all that prepared, she always has her best friend to help her out.

"Sione, do you have a toothbrush in your bag?"

"No, you weirdo."

"What? Why not?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe because I use toothbrushes for you know, my teeth?"

"But-"

"I'm joking, here," He throws Manaia a brand-new 2 set of toothbrushes.

"When did you get these?"

"After the first few times you would ask me like I'm going to say yes, probably?" he jokes dryly.

Manaia beams at this, "So you got-"

"Yes, Naia, and gel too. Here," he throws over a mini container of gel over to Manaia.

She squeals and engulfs Sione into her arms. "Thank youuuu," she says happily.

"Yeah, yeah, fix your edges before your man comes."

9:28, Miguel walks in through the door. His hair is ruffled, cheeks slightly tinted and chest is heaving. "Ma'am, I apologise for being late," he says, voice hoarse and raspy.

Manaia shuffles in her seat.

"No worries, dear, take a seat."

He nods his head and makes his way over and sits next to Manaia, who looks down at her book nervously. Her arms stay enclosed to her side of the table. This wasn't the first time they had sat together, yet she always found herself unable to gather a single thought around him.

"Good morning, Manaia," Miguel greets warmly, giving her a polite smile, pushing her out of her thoughts.

"Hi, Miguel," giving a small wave, before turning around to Sione shaking him by his shoulder excitedly. He winces numerous times, "Okay, okay, I get it!" he whispers.

Miguel lets out a chuckle.

Feigning a face of calm, she smiles at Miguel. Her fingers gently brush back hairs that stuck out in front of his face, "Why were you late this morning? Are you okay?" she whispers.

"Had to help a family member move in and a few other things," he whispers to keep their conversation only to themselves. But a boy could only wish.

"Oh, you mean Gabriel?" Sione chimes in.

Miguel can feel his throat tighten as Manaia raises an eyebrow at her best friend, "Who?"

"Gabriel! Miguel has a brother, show her! show her!" Voice so hushed, the chatter among the other students were overbearingly loud and overwhelming Miguel.

"I didn't know you had a brother," a voice so soothing brought Miguel back from wonderland. "Is he younger than us?"

"Yeah.. yeah, he's younger," Miguel hesitates to say.

Manaia's face glows at the mention, "Oh, I bet he is so cute! He can get along with my baby-"

"Here, Naia. Look!" Sione shoves his phone into Manaia's face. "That's what he looks like, Miguel showed us before."

Miguel looks away annoyed, yet he finds himself curious of the girl's reaction. "Oh," He watches as Manaia's face changes, she smiles. "I thought he was going to be a baby." Her focus now on him. His heart tightens again. Her eyes travel up and down Miguel's form slowly, back to Sione's phone. Miguel hides the lower part of his body under the table at this.

"I think Miguel's cuter."

Sione had gone home early again. For the same reason as last time. That idiot. Kiuga and David hadn't even come to school, "We honestly couldn't be fucked coming today," they say over the phone call Manaia made during lunch, who sulked over their absence.

Neither Miguel nor Manaia found a reason to complain, anyway.

"You think I'm cute, huh?"

"I do not."

They were kept at a comfortable distance as they walked together along the empty sidewalk. Miguel had two bags on his back, Manaia's and his own. He offered to hold hers as hers was full of books that were thick as David's eyebrows, while his was full of air. The skies were painted grey, sly roaring of the sky had reached Manaia's ears as she looked up. "Hm," she feels a wet drop on her cheek, "It's going to rain soon," she whispers.

"Hm?" Miguel looks over at her, teasing demeanor long gone.

"I'm sorry, I think you should go home, Migs. It's going to rain soon," looking up at him with an apologetic grin, "Sorry for making you walk me home."

He smiles wholeheartedly, "It's fine, Manaia. I'll walk you home any time you ask," he stops walking. So does she.

He pulls out an umbrella, hands now fumbling around with the handle as he feels droplets multiplying, landing on the fabric of his tight sleeves.

Opening up the umbrella revealed how ridiculously small it would be to fit both of them underneath. No time was wasted as the light sprinkle grew slightly heavy, Miguel hurriedly took off his jacket before placing it on Manaia's shoulders. Giving Manaia the umbrella to firmly hold as he towered over her and the umbrella itself.

"You're going to get wet!"

"It's fine, Manaia. I-"

She pulls him by the side of his shirt, drawing closer to her. Instinctively he puts an arm around her waist. With his free hand, he takes the umbrella from her hand.

"What?" Manaia whines, "You're already holding my bag, Miguel, it's not fair."

"Am I?"

"Yes, Miguel."

"Really?"

"Mhm." The shorter girl nods her head.

"It doesn't feel like I'm holding your bag."

"Miguel."

"Manaia."

"But Miguel-"

"Yes, Manaia?"

"You're already holding-"

"You're pretty."

"...Pardon?"

"I said we're here."

They both come to a stop as Miguel holds Manaia closer to him. "It'll be better if we take the bus to your house." The bus stop had zero seats, they had zero reason to complain as they stood closer together. The bus came, they sat together, their knees touched and they didn't shy away.

"Wait, how do you know which bus to take to my house? I didn't even know there was a bus stop near my house."

"You have a best friend that tells me everything."

"And he didn't even bother to tell me? I've been walking 30 minutes every day to get home for the past 5 years!" Manaia whispers to herself, the boy next to her finds himself biting back a smile at her cute gesture.

She goes quiet as her phone buzzes in her pocket.

Sione <3: you didnt even give me my chips today u rat 😢

Manaia laughs quietly to herself, showing her phone to Miguel. "He's such an egg."

Miguel feels an itch at the back of his head. He's waited multiple years to be this close with the girl he's now friends with. As much as it annoyed him, he shut his mouth to not ruin the moment.

"That's the kid I met 3 months ago, right?" Gesturing to Manaia's lockscreen.

Her screen lit up showing the photo David had taken for him the other day, her in all her glory, wearing a dress that was in no comparison to her beauty. And there he saw the sei he had gotten her. Arms wrapped around her brother tightly like she didn't want to let go. He feels his heart dance.

"Mhm, that's my honey," she says.

He can only imagine how she would talk about him if they were an actual thing, but he couldn't be thinking of that right now, or at all. He had no right to. He wasn't hers. She wasn't his.

The bus had come to a stop exactly right where they needed it. They get off, Manaia observes the sidewalk she's on as Miguel opens back up the umbrella he held on to.

"I know this street! It's so close to my house! Could've saved me the long walk I've been doing," She sulks as Miguel puts the umbrella over her head.

They share a comforting, silent walk. "You know.." Miguel starts nervously. "My mother wants to bring along the boys to come and meet my brother. She wants them to get along with him because she says, and I quote, those boys are like my sons and I want all my kids to get along."

"Your mum is such a cutie!" she laughs lightly, tucking a hair strand behind her ear. "That's sweet of your mum to do."

"Yeah," he hesitates. "She knows how important the guys are to me and them meeting someone like my brother would be everything," trailing off, looking away from her longing stare. Eyes he wishes he could never look away from, but he finds himself doing so.

"Yeah?.." Manaia questions as he doesn't focus back on her.

"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to come as well?" he rushes.

Miguel looks away again as Manaia tries to look him in the eye. "Oh.. I'm not really-"

"I mean you don't have to come is what I'm saying-" He curses at the thought of how rude it sounded, looking down at her parted lips, "I mean, I want you there-"

Manaia is fast to cut him off, "I wouldn't want to go if your mum doesn't know about me."

"She does because I talk about you." Miguel cries about how mind fucked he felt.

They walked in silence. It felt like Miguel was back at square one the first time he walked Manaia home. Manaia's driveway was in view, and so was the empty spot where her mum's car should've been. She sighs, looking over to the tall boy.

Nervously taking his hand into hers as they walk up to the door. It felt the same way just like it did before. Miguel could look anywhere but at her. Manaia could look anywhere but at him. Their fingers remained intertwined.

"I'm sorry if I sounded a bit sensitive earlier, Miguel," she apologises, her thumb brushing over the back of his palm. Miguel's heart slows down.

"It's okay, Manaia," he smiles.

She lets go of his hand, and awkwardly puts it behind her back shyly, "We're just, you know, friends. I just don't want your mum to think we're more than we already are."

Do words hurt more than action? Does action hurt more than words? Whatever the fuck it was, Miguel was fucking crushed.

"Yeah, I get that," he scratches the back of his neck to subside his feelings that were hurt. "But, you hold the same significance to me the way the other guys do."

"I do?"

Miguel nods his head, now looking Manaia in the eyes. "You do."

Manaia bites her lip nervously, a habit she had since she was a child. "Do you think we'd ever be something... more than what we already are?" she asks, slowly looking up at him. Her eyes held a sense of curiosity, wonder, and hope.

She tried to see through him, but his eyes were drawn to hers. Like they always are.

Miguel was always a hard case to crack. One can never know what he wanted, what he needed. A boy as blunt and "honest" as him, who would willingly try to know?

"No, Manaia. I think it would be best if we just stay as we are. Friends."

A beat.

"Okay.. that's fine by me," She whispers softly.

He nods his head for the fifth time that day.

Manaia smiles as he gives her bag back to her.

"Thanks for bringing me home, Miguel." She itches to say the stupid nickname she adored so much. She yearns to stand on her tippy toes and kiss his stupid face.

Manaia's heart strung the ugliest melody, thumping swiftly in comparison to the unstoppable rain that poured in front of them as they stood underneath the veranda. Throughout all this, she could only insult him with a word so small. Her heart was too big, yet the space in for him was empty.

As if on cue, the door swings open.

"Naia!" a small voice calls excitedly.

Miguel's eyes stay on Manaia when she turns away.

"Hi, baby," she says with a tone Miguel can't quite pick up. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Well, make it quick," another voice chimes in. Manaia looks up and nearly rolls her eyes.

She gives a look Miguel's never seen.

A figure behind Junior stares down at Miguel. He shifts uncomfortably.

"I was just going. I'll see you tomorrow, Manaia," Miguel is quick to say, putting up his umbrella and walking away before giving Manaia the chance to say her proper goodbyes.

"You didn't have to be rude, he just helped me get home," Manaia spits, pushing past the figure she calls her sister, picking up Junior in her arms.

"Yeah, well, I kind of have to see who's taking my sister away from being home, when she's got a brother back at home alone all day." her sister bites back.

"Alone? Pele, you're a University dropout, who is also unemployed, as well as not seeking to find a job. What business could you be doing outside of this house that's leaving Junior here all by himself?" She walks through the hallway of her home and into her room.

"You would rather I stay in a house with a fucking five year old and a creepy uncle, than go out? You're funny."

Manaia glares at her sister, who leans against the doorframe of her shared bedroom, "Don't use that language around Junior, at least?"

Pele scoffs, "Tsk, yeah, like you're such an innocent one."

Manaia feels her throat go dry. Pele laughs as a tease, more of a mock at her sister's growing tears.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"You need to stop bringing that stuff up. I was a kid."

"A fucked up kid, yeah."

Manaia gets up and pushes her sister out of her room, trying to withhold her growing rage. "Get out!"

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 7 18+

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Slow steps, baby steps.

warnings/notes; this chapter contains a HEAVY topic of grooming :( I hope people actually read my warnings, especially this one. I advise you read something else if you're uncomfortable with this type of topic. Miguel needs to be slapped silly for his eyes to open up fr. Manaia's supportive friends trynna help 😞 SLOW FUCKING BURN MY GGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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Miguel had arrived home two hours later than usual. He saw no reason to rush anyway. His silent walk in the rain with a small umbrella in his hand made him reminisce about the time he had spent with Manaia earlier. Her sweet perfume lingered, intruding on Miguel's sense of smell. His much taller form had no personal armrest to joke around with or tease. Instead, he walked home with his hand in his pocket wrapped around his phone, waiting, itching for a call from her. Then he realized that throughout their friendship, he had never given her his phone number.

Entering his dark room, he threw his bag onto the floor and immediately plunged onto his bed, not bothering to close his door. His back muscles ached. His legs ached. His head ached. His everything was just in pure pain. But he made sure to endure the walk and take no form of transportation. He knew his aching body was nothing compared to how Manaia had felt. Miguel knew his words were a bullet to the heart, but he found himself pulling the trigger.

"Hun, are you okay?" His mother waited at the door after knocking softly on his bedroom door. He mumbled a soft yes while his face was planted against his pillow.

"I'm going to make dinner soon, want to help me?" She asked politely, now leaning against his doorframe with her arms crossed against her chest. Miguel let out another incoherent mumble to which she rolled her eyes. Miguel knew his mother, and his mother knew Miguel. She wasn't dumb. "My sweet child, what's wrong?"

Now sitting up with his back against his bed frame, he ran a hand through his hair. He knew there was no getting out of this, so he saw no point in lying either. "Nothing, mama. Just school biting me in the ass," he bullshits anyway.

"Right. My brainy son who does nothing but study every day is stressed over.. school?" She skeptically asked.

Miguel raises his eyebrows as confirmation while his lips form a straight, "Yeah, basically."

"Miguel, I birthed you. I'm sure I'd know when you're lying."

"Mama, I'm not lying."

His mother walks closer to him in a swift motion. He watches as his mother's knee reaches up, her hand taking off one of her sandals.

"Wait! Okay- okay, I'm sorry."

She gives him a stern look, "Then tell me what you're all sooky about."

Miguel sighs and contemplates, "It's just this girl I've been talking with."

"The girl you've been gushing over the past few years? You finally... you know?" She eggs him on.

His silence was made up for with a nod. "We've gone farther than what we should have, and I regret it."

A harsh slap on his thigh made him cry out, "You got her pregnant!?"

"What? Mama, no!" he grunts, holding his hand out, "We just became friends just like you advised me to!"

His mother moves back, her shoe on the floor as her hands grip her hips. Shaking her head as she sighs, "Okay good, at least you know what not to do."

"I'd never do that, mama. You've taught me better."

"Then what are you sulking about? Befriending that girl was something you wanted, right?"

Miguel nods.

"Then what is the problem? You invited her like I asked? She said no?"

"I mean I told her about coming over..." he trails off, another slap on his thigh, "Ow! Mama!"

"Oh, you are such a fool," She pinches the bridge of her nose, "Miguel, telling someone and inviting someone over are two different things! What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking," he lowers his head.

"Yeah, clearly," she sighs.

She shifts closer to her beloved son, cradling his head in her warm arms. "For a top student like yourself, you can be a big idiot," she jokes. "If you find yourself around her again, maybe try to invite her properly."

"Well, I think it would be awkward to, if I'm being honest with you, mama."

"Why is that?" Slightly wrinkly fingers cup his face.

He explains everything that had happened hours prior. From when they had walked together, to the bus ride, and to the very awkward interruption from her younger brother at the front of her house.

His mother tries to understand, truthfully she was but the attempt of wrapping her mind around what her son did and didn't do wasn't clicking. For all the years that had passed since he met the said girl, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. "So, you don't feel anything for her?"

Miguel shakes his head.

"At all? Feelings are completely platonic?"

He shakes his head again.

"You're too in denial," she gives up, slapping his head before walking out of his bedroom.

"What do you mean?" he calls out, rubbing his head and fixing the messed-up strands.

"Figure it out, now get up and help me make dinner!"

Miguel had finally found comfort in his pillows and thick blanket, scrolling on his phone until his friends texted him on their usual group chat. He continued to read their chat, guilt eating him alive from earlier. The thought of Manaia feeling upset had clouded his mind. What would they do if they found out? They weren't the type to be angry when Manaia was upset; they were more likely to comfort her than to react with rage. Miguel took his time to come clean to them.

mahi_sniffer: guys i cut my hair 😓 its looks so fucking bad

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bololicker: tf cunt why is it so shit

bololicker: HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: WHAT IN THE TRASH

bololicker: good luck trying w the beckis now

aluaigioukae: you cut your hair cos of ur nits? 😹

mahi_sniffer: got sick of ur dad pulling on it when he hits it from the back

bololicker: oh hell nah

Everyone had stopped typing, probably gone off to do something else, unlike Miguel, who observed his still screen with a racing heart. "No one's here, I should say it now," Miguel thought. He typed swiftly, then hesitated to hit send. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it-"

M.Ohara_99: I fucked up

Long pressing on his message to unsend, he sees Kiuga typing. There was no pussying out now.

aluaigioukae: were you the one who cut siones hair? bcos you did more than fuck up

bololicker: HI MIGUELLL

[ M.Ohara_99: I fucked up ]

mahi_sniffer has replied to M.Ohara_99's message !

mahi_sniffer: wat happened daddy 😢 yo mama not single anymore?

M.Ohara_99: I think I upset Manaia today.

aluaigioukae: cmon now dawg 😞 whats the happs w you two now

mahi_sniffer: lich uh relly

bololicker: was this today??

M.Ohara_99: I mean to keep it short, she just asked if we'd be more that what we are.

mahi_sniffer: uh huhh and then you said yes and made out??

M.Ohara_99: I said we'd just always be friends

aluaigioukae: WHAT

bololicker: fucks sake bruh 😭

aluaigioukae: thats fking crazyyyyy

bololicker: always cockblocking urself smh

M.Ohara_99: I understand, I truly didn't mean it. I just thought we'd always be friends. I saw no reason to lie since I've wanted to become closer to her, just not as close as she was hinting at.

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He groans as he sees Sione sending a voice message. Sione only sends those when he is truly upset with what his friends have done. More disappointed than upset. Now, he truly knows how dumb he was with what he said to the poor girl. Tapping on the play button, he turns his volume down as Sione's voice echoes throughout his room.

"ARE YOU DUMB? Its like if you- like if you just went ahead and like- I CANT EVEN THINK OF AN EXAMPLE BECAUSE OF HOW DUMB THAT MOVE WAS-" the audio recorder cuts off. He sees Sione typing.

mahi_sniffer: now shes gonna call me sooking over it smh

aluaigioukae: i give it 10 minutes before she calls you

bololicker: i say 5

aluaigioukae: no one asked u

mahi_sniffer: yeah well both of you are wrong cos shes calling me now 🥲 i'll brb

aluaigioukae: tell her i say hi at least

bololicker: so you're fine with just being friends w naia??

M.Ohara_99: I guess yeah

aluaigioukae: soooo you dont have feelings for her

M.Ohara_99: I guess I sort of do have feelings for he

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aluaigioukae: "ermm i think i do 🥺" BOI WHY R U SO IN DENIAL FOR GODDAMN

M.Ohara_99: When she asked if we were to be more than what we already were, I hesitated to be upfront

aluaigioukae: upfront about what exactly

M.Ohara_99: how i feel about her, i just didnt want my real answer to overwhelm

bololicker: U IDIOT IF SHE ASKED YOU THAT QUESTION, IM SURE SHE WOULD'VE BEEN FINE AND JUMPED ON UR ASS

aluaigioukae: OKAY SO, what im getting from this is that you dont have feelings for manaia, BUT you didnt want to be honest with her and told her you'd js be friends for like forever?? SO SAYING YOU DIDNT WANNA BE HONEST BASED ON WHAT YOUVE ALREADY SAID TO HER MEANS YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER???

M.Ohara_99: no?

alugioukae: miguel 😿

alugioukae: if you saw manaia hanging around another guy the same way shes been hanging around you, how would you feel?

aluaigioukae: more importantly, if it was seth?

Miguel takes a pause to reread the small bubbled text. A new scenario is created in his mind. A larger hand intertwined with Manaia's, the girl and boy are seen walking down as they smile at each other adoringly. Another scenario erupts, a comforting hand is glued to her back as the pair walk together, her soft hand pulling him closer to her body. He shakes his head and scoffs.

M.Ohara_99: I would feel nothing

bololicker: im not even going to try ur too emotional constipated

bololicker: good fucking night 😭

M.Ohara_99: I apologise

aluaigioukae: apologise to ur missus man 😖

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All you have to do is be quiet. You can do that, right?" A calloused hand ran through the soft curls of the girl who sat on his lap. "You're such a beautiful girl, you know that?" An arm wrapped around the small girl's stomach to keep her in place. "Pretty girls like you are good listeners. Are you a pretty girl?"

The girl whined, her tiny hands wanting to free herself. "I want to see my mum!" her small voice pleaded.

"Shh, shh, you'll see her soon," the dark voice croaked and cooed. The poor girl could only pout and let the tears that awaited in her eyes flow. "Go ahead and cry, little girl. You look even more breathtaking. Do you think you're a pretty girl?" the rough voice asked. The girl nodded her head obediently. His head leaned down to get a strong whiff of the girl's neck, the scent of strong liquor filling her young nose. He grinned after moving back and left a small kiss on her collarbone. She shivered uncomfortably in his lap.

"Manaia! Manaia! Liam, is Manaia with you!? I brought dinner!" another voice from outside the room called out.

The older man, known as Liam, grabbed the girl by her cheeks, squishing them tightly. "Remember, between us, beautiful girl?" Tears streaked down her face. Nonetheless, the poor girl nodded her head obediently.

Unbeknownst to the older male, the slight crack in the door was wide enough for someone to peek in.

"Manaia!"

"Manaia!"

"Manaia!

...

"Manaia!"

"Hm!" the said girl pops her head up from her table, eyes red and strained, sweat running down her forehead.

"Wake up, stupid. The bell just went."

"Oh," she continues to rubs her eyes, stretching as her bones crack satisfyingly, "M'up, m'up." Resting her head in her hands, she takes deep, slow breaths before looking up.

Manaia looks around her, she had slept in class for the thousandth time the past two weeks. The classroom was empty with the lights turned off, leaving only herself and Sione. He stood in front of her desk, her bag already on his back along with his, "C'mon, it's first break, you can find a table when we get to the library."

Judging by her silence and huffed breathing, Sione tilts his head knowingly, "Same shit dream?"

She looks away embarrassed. Sione gives a sympathetic hum, "I know how you feel, Nai. You know I'm always here for you. But we have to go before the next class starts, okay?"

An arm was draped around Manaia's shoulders for comfort, her head laid against his side. They walked mindlessly, unbothered by the loud shouts and arguments by the other students they walked by.

Sione extends his hand out to open the library door for the exhausted girl. Manaia is quick to get herself settled down to claim her place at a table. She shut her eyes promptly with the intent to drift back asleep. Along with her weekends, she was having restless weekdays. Adding more hours to her miserable job had made her physically and socially exhausted. But she didn't feel like she could express her complaints and disagreements with a mother like hers.

The lack of money in her family had become a problem as of recently, due to someone's alcoholic problem, and the only girl who would voluntarily listen to anybody was the answer. Her mother informed Manaia that as an exchange for more shifts at her job, she would be able to spend more time out with her friends. She had the time, but not enough energy to do so. Loud, fuming customers along with impatient coworkers had drained her. She'd head home to sleep everything all off before getting up and getting ready for a job that only allowed her to return home three hours before school began.

"You hungry?" Sione's voice breaks Manaia out of her thinking, "I'll run to the canteen 'n get you something before you fall asleep," Sione takes off his jacket and places it on her shoulders. The AC's in the library were a blessing when they were actually needed, but for a cold day like this, Manaia shivered helplessly.

"S'fine, I'm just tired.."

"I'll buy you something at second lunch, then," he tries to bargain. She couldn't bite back as her eyes failed her, slumber had won over once again. Sitting next to her sleeping form, he sighs. Pulling her hair back that flared everywhere, he brushed back the frizzy parts that would bother her sleep.

Reaching into her bag, pulling out the blank pages of paper that were supposed to be full of the work she was assigned days ago. He gives her sleeping form another sympathetic look. He takes out all of her books and begins filling out what she had missed. Writing tips on the margin side of her book, brushing a hand through his hair in eagerness.

"Is she okay?"

Sione looks up and sees Miguel standing there with a worried expression.

"Jus' tired. Want to sit?" He offers.

Without a word, Miguel sits across the both of them, looking down at the paper covered table. "This is what you've been missing out on?"

"It's Naia's shit. I don't understand half of what the fuck is going on in these workbooks, but I know she'll need them later."

"Can I take a look?" Miguel asks.

Sione pushes over the books and papers over to Miguel's side before sighing, "If I can't understand that bullshit, this dumbass here won't either."

"I can fill out some things.. If you'll let me, that is," Miguel hesitates to bring the idea up. But sure enough, Sione agrees quickly.

"Fuck yes, Miguel, please," He cheers happily, his voice so low to not awake his friend that was asleep beside. "Come sit where I am, I'm going to buy her something before she wakes up-"

Already out of his seat and out the door, Miguel could barely make a complaint. He looks over to Manaia who slept peacefully. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He gets up and sits next to her, carefully not to wake her up. Grabbing all her textbooks, he pushed one to the side to work on later, hitting Manaia in the arm. She jolts awake and Miguel curses in his head. Manaia blinks slowly, the light above her irritate her tired eyes.

She looks over to the side and sees Miguel. She grows embarrassed once again.

They hadn't spoken in what felt like weeks. Realistically, it only had been a few days. The last time they "spoke" - aside from Miguel's aggravating revelation - was last week when they bumped into each other in the hall. They shared an awkward glance before leaving to do what they tended. Though, one of them had turned around to admire the other walking away.

"Hi," Miguel is the first one to speak.

Manaia ponders, "Hi, Miguel.." she speaks softly, giving him a short smile before looking away.

"How are you?" he attempts to make small talk.

"V'been okay, you?"

"Great, fine, fantastic."

"Nice, nice."

They sat in silence, both their hands on the table. So close, close enough to touch each other. Their hands flat out.

Miguel's pinky irks closer to Manaia's. She sees this, but doesn't find herself backing away. Instead, she places her palm over his, now looking at him with a beaming chuckle. One that he missed hearing.

"You're awake! I got you.." Sione returns with a bunch of snacks he managed to buy, "Oh, fuck, sorry guys," he apologises at the interruption of their subtextual rekindling.

Manaia pulls her hand away, and Miguel's heart breaks.

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 8

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; jealousy, jealousy.

warnings/notes; before some people give me shit because of Gabriel, I haven't read any of the comics, all the characters are straight up OOC 😓Miguel's mother's name is Conchata 😝 proofread? nope!

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A loving hand had rubbed Miguel's shoulder, easing away his worries. His mind raced with thoughts that had kept him awake the night before.

"You okay, mijo?"

"Yeah, just excited I guess, mama," Miguel gave his mother a tight smile.

Conchata and her son had waited for the text from the new addition to their house to pick them up. Overloaded with excitement, Miguel's mother had cleaned and left everything spotless.

Miguel loved his room. An isolated space for himself only where he barricaded himself with books, notes, and a laptop screen that was brighter than the eye bags he had gained from late-night studying. With a new body moving into the room next to his, the strong bass of songs that held the meaning of violence was going to be blasting through the walls. That was something Miguel was going to have to get used to.

The O'Hara household is always quiet, or just not loud enough for neighbors to hear anything else, other than the occasional bursts of music every few weekends when Conchata wanted to deep clean every single layer of their house. Miguel liked it either way, but Miguel also knew his brother. They were two opposites. One wanted sound, the other wanted silence. And he knew he was going to dread every moment with Gabriel.

There's a knock at the door and Conchata is the first one to speed run to the door with a bounce in her steps, opening up the door and squealing at the sight of her second born son, "Baby! You said you were going to call us to pick you up from the station!"

The soft laughter of the older woman fills the doorway just as Miguel makes his way there. Leaned up against a wall with his arms crossed against his hard chest.

He internally sighs when he sees his mother nodding her head towards his younger brother, signaling him to speak.

Miguel finally sees Gabriel after what feels like years. 6 years to be exact unless you want to count the number of video calls Conchata would have every few days and the only one family reunion that was held 2 years ago.

Gabriel stood at an impressive 6'3, Miguel could only guess. His disheveled hair hinted at exhaustion from the long train journey home. Like Miguel, his hair had a slight curl, but his eyes were a warm honey brown, in contrast to Miguel's dark red ones. He had his significant goggles and scarf that enhanced his sharp features.

Miguel walks forward, his form towering over Gabriel.

"You've gotten.. taller," the older boy shrugs, scratching the back of his head.

Gabriel, who gave Miguel a tight-lipped smile while looking him up and down had raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. "Uh, yeah. How you been?"

Conchata looks back and forth between her two sons, smiling happily at them at least trying to talk.

"Great," Miguel says dryly. He doesn't bother to ask how his brother is back.

"..Okay," Conchata intervenes. "Well! It's time to come inside, mi príncipe!" [my prince] she sings. Grabbing Gabriel by the hand, she led him into the house, leaving Miguel to bring in the suitcase his brother had brought. There were multiple heavy suitcases.

After a long afternoon of continuously explaining the rules of the most boring board games that Miguel had bought for his mother (which she surprisingly found amusing), and a few more hours of smoke filling every corner of the kitchen due to Miguel's poor baking skills, the three of them were left hungry. The forced proximity between the two teenagers was excruciating to say the least. They lasted until night had come, now all they had to do was last until one of them moved out after high school.

A squeal echoed throughout the house as Conchata rushed here and there in her kitchen in desperation to make her kids dinner, "Oh, I am so happy to see my boys together!"

"Mama," Miguel comes up from behind his mother, a hand on her shoulder to slow her down, "You can sit down, I'll cook instead."

"No! No! Go hang out with your brother!" She stubbornly says, looking around everywhere on her kitchen counter while waving a newspaper around to fan out the remaining smoke in the part of the house.

"Plus, your baking shows how much you can't cook, bebito."

Miguel chuckles softly.

"Oh, actually, can you drive down to the store? I forgot a few things.." hands behind her back as she gives her son a nervous smile.

Miguel doesn't hesitate to take the keys that were on the counter before heading towards the door, but his mother calls out, "And take your brother! Show him around while you're at it!"

Not only did Miguel have to drive around in a car illegally, with no license and all; but he also had to endure the time that was going painfully slow for him, in a car with an unbearably big idiot.

"So, mum just lets you drive like you've got your paper on you?" Gabriel had asked, a smirk wasn't seen by Miguel, but with the tone in his voice, he knows.

Gabriel sat in the passenger seat, legs spread as far as they could with himself leaning back comfortably.

"Yeah," he says, saying nothing else that would lead to a full conversation between the two.

Finally finding a parking spot, he turns his head to reverse, his hand holding onto Gabriel's headrest as Gabriel looks out his window to ignore how physically close Miguel was to him.

He raises a brow at a figure making their way to the automatic opening doors of the mall.

Gabriel grins as his eyes travel down the backside of the figure, "Pretty girl, fat ass," he turns to Miguel, "She go to our school?"

Our. Miguel is reminded of the reality he was settled in, the thought of being under the same roof with Gabriel was already mortifying. He couldn't imagine what school would be like. He rolls his eyes internally at the remembrance. "Can you go one day without sexualizing another girl?" he looks out of his window to see who Gabriel was gesturing to (mainly to shut him up) before the figure could make their way inside the shopping center.

Fuck, he missed them.

He watches as the figure makes their way inside the mall, wearing a long pair of pants with a thick, tied-up bun on their head. It was fucking boiling outside despite it being the darkest time of the night, and the figure wore everything long. Long grey pants and a black long-sleeved shirt.

"Damn.." he hears Gabriel whisper.

Miguel waves his hand, "Hey, hey, eyes off," his jaw clenches as he exits the car.

He makes his way across the road and to the sliding doors, turning around to see Gabriel making his way as well.

Aisle after aisle, Miguel rubbed the back of his neck while biting back a yawn. The list of things his mother had sent him halfway through the drive to the mall was supposed to be the smallest thing ever. The boy had seemed to forget how slow she can often be.

"Gabriel, grab the milk," he says loud enough for the boy behind him to hear. "And whatever else you want to snack on in your room."

Upon not hearing a small okay, Miguel stops pushing his trolley and turns around to see his brother nowhere to be found.

"For fuck's sake," he groans.

He finds himself walking through every single aisle, yet every single aisle was empty. No brown-haired boy to be sighted.

Miguel pushes his trolley begrudgingly through the frozen aisle, now stopping as he sees Gabriel's back. The black singlet he wore showed off exactly what he intended to show off. Arms flexing so subtly to whoever he was showing off to. His hand propping himself against a freezer door, head bowed down as it's slightly tilted, his height did just the trick. Gabriel's low chuckle can be heard.

Dismissing his trolley a few meters behind Gabriel, he walks up to the adolescent and taps his shoulder.

Miguel feels a migraine at his brother's dismissive behavior when he ignores his signals, a hand waving him off discreetly.

He finally tugs on his shoulder, pulling him back harshly. Gabriel is taken aback, "Ay, Miguel, I'm talking to someone," he shoots a glare to the taller boy. His eyes don't miss the way Miguel looks behind to the individual he was conversing with.

Miguel's eyebrows furrow, "Manaia?"

The mentioned girl peeks her head out from behind the younger O'Hara, "Miguel?"

Realization settles in and she waves at him, "Oh, it is you! Hi!" Soft, plump lips form into a gentle smile, the ball of her vertical lip piercing shining brighter than the gloss on her lips.

The two still hadn't spoken. Well, properly. Manaia was always the first to say hi to Miguel, despite him wanting to engage more with her like they did before.

Her fatigued state had seemed to die down every once in a while when Miguel walked pass her. She held the same smile he adorned from afar, the eyebags she thought that burdened her beauty were finally gone. But Miguel thought she looked beautiful as always.

Miguel is pulled back to reality when Gabriel lets out a feigned cough.

"You two know each other?" Miguel asks, arms crossed against his chest.

Manaia is caught gawking at the sight in front of her, rather the one who stood taller with a stern look on his face. Her palms grow sweaty, "Well, I'm guessing this is the younger brother you told me about, Miguel," Manaia says.

"Gabriel here just came over and helped me grab something from one of the shelves, and then he introduced himself," she continues with a shy smile on her face. "I knew he looked familiar! I asked if he was your brother and he said yes."

Gabriel sends Miguel a wink knowing Manaia couldn't see.

"Right, well... It was nice seeing you, Manaia, but my brother and I have to get going," Miguel grumbled, not wanting Manaia to further see his distress.

He walks off, expecting Gabriel to follow behind. "Gabriel, let's go," he commands.

Gabriel is seen bending slightly down to Manaia's height before making his way over to him, he sees Manaia's flustered state and his jaw clenches.

Miguel had finally gotten home, his muscular arms flexed as he held onto all four bags, "Open the fucking door already, Gabriel," he hissed at the Gabriel, who fiddled with the keys in his hands. A secret smirk on his face, "Haven't been back at this house in years, I seemed to forget which key it is."

Miguel grunted, "Probably the key with the spider looking logo on it, maybe? Hurry the fuck up-"

The door swings open and Conchata is seen holding up a pan high above her head, "Who the hell! Oh-" she gives a nervous smile, "My babies, you took so long, come in, come in."

Dropping all the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, Miguel storms off to his room. Not wanting to upset his mother, he closes his bedroom door softly before flipping off everything that existed in his room.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" he whisper-shouted to himself. He had spent less than 24 hours with Gabriel and he resented his presence already. Flopping onto his bed, he calmed himself down before pulling out his phone.

mahi_sniffer: i miss my ex

aluaigioukae: go sleep cunt omg

mahi_sniffer: suck my dick u dog

aluaigioukae: tell that to ur girlf

aluaigioukae: oh wait...

bololicker: HAHAHAHA

mahi_sniffer: im not gonna let myself be laughed at my someone named David.

bololicker: ur such a dry cunt

mahi_sniffer: so is ur mum

mahi_sniffer: i miss miguellllllllllllllllllllllllll

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 where are u tetti

M.Ohara_099: Good evening, I was busy today. I apologise for not being as active as I wished to be

mahi_sniffer: MIGGUUEEELLLLLLLLLLLL

mahi_sniffer: aw mate where u been

aluaigioukae: hey miggs

bololicker: hi miguelllllllllllll

mahi_sniffer: guys naia asked to be added in the gc

aluaigioukae: SHE GOT HER SOCIALS BACK???

mahi_sniffer: hmm well if she asked

mahi_sniffer: do you think she did??

aluaigioukae: fuck u

mahi_sniffer: im only for miguel g

M.Ohara_99: She will be able to see the previous chats?

bololicker: nah nah she won't

mahi_sniffer: idek why we never added her before

[ mahi_sniffer has added manaiafepuleai to pussy eatersssss ! ]

manaiafepuleai: how come i'm only added now 😞 yall be talkin abt me??

mahi_sniffer: yeah mad shit

aluaigioukae: hey naiaaa

manaiafepuleai: hi kiuga 😊

Miguel finds himself imagining how'd Manaia would say it within real time. Grinning at the thought of her giving everyone a small smile as she greets herself. He then pauses.

manaiafepuleai: hi miguel, it was nice to say hi to you before :DD

bololicker: when was this??

manaiafepuleai: i saw him at the shops an hour ago :) i was the first to meet his brother 🤭

M.Ohara_99: yeah

mahi_sniffer: interesting interesting

mahi_sniffer: @aluaigioukae @bololicker an opportunity is what i see right here boys.

M.Ohara_99: what?

manaiafepuleai: what?

aluaigioukae: oh i get you sione 😉

bololicker: huh

mahi_sniffer: omg david fucking read the room rn cunt

bololicker: oh

bololicker: ohhhhh

bololicker: HA yeah yeah

mahi_sniffer: yeah he doesnt get it ☠️

aluaigioukae: dumb cunt

manaiafepuleai: miguel and i wanna know whats up too 😞 cmonnnn

mahi_sniffer: wdym?

mahi_sniffer: nothings goin on here mateee

aluaigioukae: sooo

aluaigoukae: you met miggs brother?

manaiafepuleai: i did yesss

M.Ohara_99: Kiuga.

aluaigioukae: shh

aluaigioukae: @manaiafepuleai so whatd you think of him?? he cute ??

manaiafepuleai: i mean he was cuter than i anticipated from before, but hes very talkative and engaging! he came up to me and helped me get something from one of the shelves

mahi_sniffer: right..

mahi_sniffer: and how does that make you feel miguel?? 😄😄

Sione and David wait for their mutual friend's response, unknowingly they both snicker behind their screens as Miguel's typing bubble appears on and off.

M.Ohara_99: I don't know, glad you're befriending my brother

M.Ohara_99: Have his profile while you're at it. @gabrielohara1 I'm sure he'll be happy to follow you back. I'm off to sleep.

mahi_sniffer: what in the fail

The school library was free to any student who wished to come earlier than classes would start. But the one and only librarian was close to making exceptions for a few others.

"Wow, thank you so fucking much, Sione, really."

"If I tell you to run, then you RUN, stupid Tongan."

"Guys, people are looking, put your voices down."

"HEY, WOAH, WOAH, GUYS, IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT."

The shouts of four Polynesians echoed throughout the library. It was way too early for anyone else to be dealing with their nonsense in the morning.

"Sione, this is why I hate playing Roblox with you," Kiuga rubbed his face, head thrown back as he complained for the fifth time that morning.

"It wasn't even my fault. Manaia was in my way!" Sione retorted.

Manaia gasped at the accusation, "It's just a game!"

"We lost to a big-headed Shrek chasing us because of you!" David added to Kiuga's yelling.

Manaia let out a chuckle before she packed up her school laptop when she saw the time ticking closer to the bell ringing. Sione looked over at the library door, his mouth agape, and he elbowed Kiuga, who was busy retrying the same round he had died in. "Oi, look," he whispered.

This caught the attention of all three teenagers. David was the first to look over to where Sione signaled.

Walking towards the group of four, Miguel had his hands in his pockets before stopping right in front of everyone. "Good morning, everyone," he nodded his head backward. "This is my brother, Gabriel. He was supposed to start next week, but I don't know everything, I guess."

There, behind Miguel, stood Gabriel O'Hara, the only person Sione found himself gawking at. And maybe David. As well as Kiuga.

Manaia was the first to stand up, fixing her skirt and giving Miguel a smile before making her way over to Gabriel, who gave her a wink.

His bag hung on one shoulder, his other arm free. The uniform sat comfortably tight on his skin. He wore a scarf around his neck, rightfully so as it was freezing outside. He noticed goosebumps along Manaia's neck. He unwrapped his scarf and gestured the warm fluff in his hand to her.

"Hi, Gabriel," Manaia said, taking the scarf from him and wrapping it around her neck.

Manaia looked effortlessly beautiful, just like always.

"Hey, Naia. Thanks for texting me last night; I wouldn't have been as prepared for my first day if it weren't for you," Gabriel taunted loud enough for another to hear.

He grinned when he saw dark red eyes piercing his honey brown ones.

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI - CHAPTER 9 !

pairings; OOC teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; just manaia being upset every single fucking second of this chapter

warnings/notes; baby manaia crying 😞 childhood trauma/ptsd, familial problems, M M MOMMY ISSUES

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Manaia was obedient, more than anything. She stayed loyal to her religious upbringing and went by anything and everything her church preached, a perfect example of what any Islander parent wanted. Obedient and complying.

She had been on her third day of fasting. Her church announced for everyone to comply that everyone would eat no meat for three weeks. Her pastor encouraged and informed everyone it was for cleansing, understanding and humbleness. David and Kiuga liked to call bullshit on that, nonetheless Manaia listened and obeyed like she always does. [I failed on my first day, s/o to harley berry for the kfc 😞]

The poor girl tried, but with David, Kiuga AND Sione by her side, she was bound to fail within the first few hours.

Sure, no meat, no fish, only fruit, vegetables, and meat. She can do that, it's not like she hadn't eaten for more than a week besides her church saying to. Her mum just liked to be tight on money, whatever money her mum had, it was hers. Not Manaia's. After all, it is Manaia's fault if she doesn't earn as much as she wants, her mum would say. She held most of the responsibility for paying bills, water, electricity, and the food she put in everyone's mouth besides her own.

Manaia couldn't study properly because of the corruption that clouded her mind. Too many assessments, exams, work, just everything. And there was no way she was going to study in a full classroom, so she asked her teacher if she could go down to the library and into a study room with her two friends.

She hums a quiet tune to herself and looks over to Sione, right before she pokes her best friend in the rib. He jumps at the ticklish feeling.

"Ow! What do you want, dick?" Sione glares at her, poking her back in the side.

She gives him a teasingly smile, "Do you still have that Nutella sandwich you saved? Can I have it?"

Sione pretends to think, his eyes going everywhere but at Manaia. "Hm... no, fuck you," he laughs and puts his whole hand on Manaia's face to push her away slightly.

To this, Manaia groans. Her hand on his wrist to push it away, "But we share everything," hugging his arm to persuade him further.

"Fine. Gimme your apple raspberry cordial and I'll give you my sandwich."

He pulls out a white bread cling-wrapped sandwich and hands it to Manaia mindlessly.

David who mindlessly did his work across the pair had taken out his earphones, "Ay? Cunt, you said I could have it before!"

"Yeah, but you didn't wanna give me your koko alaisa your mum made yesterday."

"You only wanted it 'cause my mum touched the container, you fucking weirdo."

Sione sighs, "You are the wrecker of a man's dreams."

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You told me it was Nutella!!" Manaia tries to say with a stuffed mouth, her mouth was full of chewed-on processed meat, lettuce, cheese and tomato. Her eyes seemed to turn glossy, her heart full of guilt at the accidental break of her fasting. Her breathing was irregular. She had disobeyed. She hadn't listened. She can never do anything right, can she?

"The fuck do you mean?!" Sione yells.

He takes the bread out of her hands. He gave her the wrong fucking one. Manaia had bit into it without even looking, overborne by the thought of hunger.

The yell of her male friend had shifted into multiple, distorted shouts.

"Why wouldn't you look at it before biting into it?!"

"Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house!"

Something she always wanted to avoid when she was around her group of loud friends.

"Sione, grab that box of tissues and the bin so she can spit it out!"

"Don't you yell at me! You watch your mouth before I throw you and your stupid kids out!"

"Don't you touch my kids with your unfaithful hands! Get out! Get the fuck out!"

Her mind was running at a million miles a second but she couldn't pinpoint a single thought.

"Sione, what the fuck?!" David chimes in.

"SPIT IT OUT!" Sione yells.

Without thinking, Sione sticks his hand out just as Manaia spits every single content onto his palm. Spit and all.

"WHY'D YOU SPIT IT ON MY HAND?" Sione gags at the sight, his eyes avert from his hand as he sees drool falling onto the floor.

"I-I'm sorry.. I didn't know what to do!" her lip quivers, her breathing is shaky.

Manaia wipes her teary eyes before the boys would notice, too taken aback at the glob in Sione's hand.

"So you spit on it?" he glares back at the shorter girl.

"I'm sorry!" she cries a little louder. She hides her face in her palms as she takes in deep breaths.

Her stuttering breaths was something Sione had noticed in comparision to David who was frantic in finding a box of tissues. He inhales a sighs, "It's- I'm sorry, Manaia. Just give me a minute."

He walked over to a rubbish bin that stood near the study room door they were in. David rushed to him and wiped off the remains while pouring water he had onto the other boy's hand.

Sione glances over to Manaia who has a small pout on her face, her cheeks slighter tinted. "Is it okay if you get my phone back up in class? I left it on my desk," Sione lies through his teeth.

David nods and leaves the study room.

Sione is slow with making his way over to his best friend. "I'm sorry for yelling. I really am."

Manaia sniffles. Snot running down her nose. Sione laughs but stops when Manaia glares at him.

"You're such an egg, Naia," he places an arm around her shoulder, his free hand going under his shirt to pull it up, bringing it up to Manaia's face.

"Ew," Manaia whispers.

"Just do it, David finished the tissues."

Manaia sniffles once more before wiping her face all over his white shirt.

Manaia was far too flustered to ever bring up that embarrassing moment down at the library from yesterday. She had made Sione swear to it. She was too engrossed by the loud music that blasted through her earphones and the disgusting thought of ever touching meat for the rest of the few weeks that were to come.

"Just promise you won't tell anyone I spewed on your hand?"

"Bro, promise, you've been saying this for the past 10 minutes."

"Hey."

Miguel stares down at Manaia mindlessly from across the table. He stood tall, dressed from head to toe in school uniform. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he avoids her doe eyes that stare up at him.

Manaia shakes her head, rushed out of thought. She takes out one of her earphones to further listen. "Hi, Miguel," Manaia smiles, looking around to see the class they were in was empty. Her blasting music must've distracted her enough to not notice everyone leave. "Are you okay?"

Miguel shifts his weight from one foot to another, he attempts to distract himself from looking at her too much, "I'm fine, thank you for asking, Manaia."

Manaia hums, now waiting for the boy that stood in front of him to continue, but he just stares mindlessly.

"Hm, it's alright," Manaia spoke, tucking a strand behind her ear after she begins to pack her equipment away. Miguel noticed fatigue had slowly grown on her throughout the days, only not as much weeks prior.

Without speaking, Miguel is quick to make his way around the table and sit on the chair beside her. "I just wanted to talk to you."

Manaia feels her heart swell at the closeness of his body next to hers. She missed talking to him, but she felt like Miguel had grown distant. Mainly towards her. She was going to endure every moment with him.

No, she wasn't going to try and scooch closer to Miguel and remember the smell of his warm, musky cologne that lingered around even when he wasn't present. And no, she wasn't going to switch the side of where her sei laid in her hair to show off more of her beauty to him. No, no, no, why would she do that?

"Mhm, you can talk to me about anything, Miguel," she says, her voice ever so smooth. Miguel wishes to listen to her talk through day and night.

"I heard from Sio..." his lips form a thin line, internally punching himself in the gut, "-the grapevine that you can't eat meat."

Manaia groans, her hands cover her face. She feels her cheeks heat up, "That idiot!"

"He only told me you can't eat meat, that's all he said, I promise," he says lowly to calm her down.

"He blurted out that something happened in the library and that you can't eat meat for a while, he didn't want to tell me anything else." And the truth Miguel speaks. Sione was dumb, but still loyal to his main companion.

Manaia looks away not fully convinced.

Miguel reaches into his black bag, pulling out a purple container.

"I packed Gabriel lunch but he didn't take it, so I wondered if you'd take it instead?" Miguel asks reassuringly, a white lie lingering on his tongue.

"Are you sure I'm allowed to have it?"

Miguel nods his head with a smile, "Very sure, Manaia."

They faced each other, Miguel's arm had propped onto the table, lengthy, veiny hand placed on the container. Manaia's workbook was long gone pushed to the side, her arm parallel to Miguel's. Their fingers itch to reach out to the other. In contrast to Miguel's cold hands, Manaia's warm hand slowly lifts, leaving a sweat mark on the table from her nervosity, and is on top of Miguel's.

Miguel smiles, and she shyly smiles back.

"I've missed talking to you, Miguel," Manaia bites back a giggle when she sees Miguel avert his gaze with a small grin on his face. He coughs back a shy laugh.

"I guess Gabriel just loves stealing you away from me. You keep letting him win."

Manaia's smile falters slightly, "I don't understand what you're getting at. I don't want to be talked to so I can be won over. I want you to talk to me because you want to talk to me."

"Yes, of course, Manaia, I want to talk with you and hangout. It's just, you know, you never really want to hangout with me."

"I do, I swear I do. I feel like you give me the cold shoulder when I'm around you. Do you not like me? Is there something I've done-" Manaia's eyebrows furrow, the warmth of her hand long gone from Miguel's.

"I can never not like you, Manaia. You're just around my brother a lot and-"

The stunned girl is confused, "What does he have to do with anything? I'm not together with him, or anything like that."

"You both are close and I don't want to ruin whatever you might have."

"Have you ever thought that maybe "whatever" Gabriel and I have might be something that I want with-"

Manaia's phone goes off, her screen faced right up as it glows.

*buzz buzz buzz*

gabri <33 is calling you !

gabri <33 has left you a message !

gabri <33: i got detention during halfway thru the break, i'll see you later in class beautiful girl

That idiot. That fucking idiot, Miguel thinks. Even when he wasn't here, he had to ruin things either way.

"What were you going to say?"

Manaia plays off his question and packs her things. What she could grab from the table was thrown into her bag.

"Nothing, it's stupid. I should've stuck by what you said weeks ago."

A girl can only dream of having a full 8 hours of sleep.

Manaia opened the door to her house slowly so as not to have it creak loud to wake up her younger brother. Her shift was terrible as always. Stupid customers, stupid teammates, stupid everything.

She's greeted with the sight of her mother looking in front of her, entranced by the large TV that was turned off. Bottles of the cheapest beer she could find were laid out everywhere. Dried-up tears ran through her cakey attempt at makeup, smudged mascara rubbed against her eyes. The armchair of the single chair her mother sat on had a spill on it.

Manaia puts her work bag down, and sighs. She walks over to her mother before sitting down in front of her on the ground, her legs criss cross.

Her hand lifts and hesitates to touch and comfort her mother, so she stops and leaves her hands at her legs.

"Mum?" Manaia calls out sweetly, "Are you okay?"

Manaia manages to not whince when her mother glares down at her.

"Siana, sorry," she gulps. "Siana, are you okay?"

Siana meets Manaias gaze. Her wrinkly hands tremble as she leans down, they're close to meeting Manaia's face. To this, Manaia sucks in a breath and hopes that what was to come was only for a short moment, just for a change unlike how they were before.

But her heartbeat softens when her mother's hands hold her cheeks in a way she's longed for. Siana's thumbs caress her cheeks, and her ragged breath fans over Manaia's face. Manaia leans into the warmth of her mother's touch, and then her mother speaks with a broken voice.

"Ese le aulelei o la'u kama." [my boy is so beautiful.]

Manaia sighs, "I'm a girl, Siana."

"You're not my Johnny?"

Manaia's lip quivers, and tears brim in her eyes. "No, I'm your daughter."

"Hm," Siana nods her head in disappointment. She tsks and lets go of her daughter's face.

Manaia itches to reach for her hands, yearns for the warmth, but she can only wish.

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI - CHAPTER 10 !

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Siana learns things the hard way. So does Miguel.

warnings/notes; phone sex 🥲 underage sex, gabriel getting walked in on F-F-FUCKING, a lil sprinkle of manaias mum and her lore 😞😉 jealous miguel, busted my ass trying to spell everything in samoan, and its still shit mb gang. trifling ass gabriel 😭 not proofread

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One can only imagine the humiliation someone can experience when they're weeping on the small, sharp rocks laid out in front of the house they once called home. Their fragile body can do nothing but shake and tremble as tears fall continuously down their hot face.

Those in Samoa who didn't have properly built walls around the comfort of their home, just a few pillars to hold a roof, were expected to hear the commotion from the larger house that they enclosed.

"Ga'o lou kē kē mai i lou kaemaile," A voice spat. A voice that held such authority over the poor teenagee that trembled on the ground. "Alu ese ma i!" [1 - just looking over here, you dogshit] [2 - get away from here!]

"Fa'amole, tinā. Fa'amagalo mai iā ke a'u," A held-back cry had been broken into a fit of multiple coughs. Sweaty palms had clasped together as if in prayer, trembling in the cold night, their hot cheeks that stung from numerous blows to the face had only added to the displeasure. The disgust. The shame. [Please mum, forgive me]

Siana was only 17 when she was kicked out of her family home. She was a disgrace, a disappointment, anything but a daughter in her parent's eyes. Her title as a Chief's and Pastor's only daughter was stripped away from her, leading to nothing. 17, pregnant, and with the little money she had in her pocket, she endured a walk of shame as eyes watched her leave her village. She was left living in the streets of Apia.

There isn't much a girl at her age can do when alone with little money and dressed in clothes that'll start to stink within the next day or two, as well as jobless. She most definitely wasn't going to be comfortable sleeping on the hard, freezing floor in front of the small shops she used to hang around with her friends. And she most definitely wasn't going to find it easy sleeping at all near those who were homeless, those who she made fun of with her friends for not having a proper roof over their heads. Now look at her. Alone, cold, and homeless.

Her knowledge of the work field was limited to nothing. How could she know anything? She was a spoilt child with no sense of knowledge on anything but her wants and needs. She didn't think that other teenagers her age needed to work because she didn't. She had money, food, a warm place to sleep; and necessities that people her age had to work for when their parents had it hard.

Nonetheless, Siana found herself sitting down, head and back against a wall while she had her arms wrapped around her legs that were clutched tight to her chest. There, she slept for the night.

Miguel had woken up in annoyance, scratching the back of his head roughly as he sat up. Heavy hands run through his soft brown hair, "Fuck," he mutters. He looks over to his alarm clock and it reads 3:16 am. Miguel wasn't the type to wake up in the middle of the night for nothing. Something had reached his ears, he's not crazy, he knows he isn't.

He sighs and tries not to think too deeply about his sudden awakening, now resting his back against the headboard. Sucking in a deep breath, arms now crossed against his chest. He closes his eyes to relax, taking in the silence and slow breathing as a source of meditation. He doesn't remember much of his dream before it was ruined. What he does however remember, is holding the face of the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Her face was like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly between his larger hands. Her doe eyes caught him in a trance, long eyelashes fluttering up at him. Miguel's hands were gentle with her, a thumb strumming against her smooth cheek, admiring her eternal beauty. Ever so plump lips curve into a gorgeous smile, then form into a shy grin as her eyes avert their gaze from his own. Honey brown eyes are forced to look into his own as he chuckles deeply, his head tilting as he follows her moving gaze.

"Look at me, Manaia," he finally whispers to calm her flustered state. She complies, now looking at up him with those same beautiful eyes. His eyes drop down to her lips as they open, "Miggy-"

"M-Mh! Gabriel" a distorted whimper calls out from the room next to Miguel's.

Then he finally hears what woke him up. He knew it, he knew he wasn't crazy.

Annoyed and furious. Miguel rushes and rips away his sheets from himself, getting up and putting on his night glasses. Too enraged, he walked out of his room without a shirt, the cold air of the early hours in the morning was most definitely not his main concern.

Without knocking, Miguel opens the door to Gabriel's room.

Gabriel whose face turns into disbelief, grabs his blanket to cover the lower half of his body at the sound of his door being opened.

"What the fuck is wro-"

"Who is it?" Miguel stomps closer, not caring about whatever the fuck he caught his brother doing.

"What-" Gabriel reaches along his bed and puts on his shirt that was disregarded an hour prior to cover himself more at each step Miguel took.

"Hang the fucking phone up," his nose flares, eyebrows creased. Not caring for answer, a loud bang is heard when Miguel hoists Gabriel by the collar of his shirt and slams him against his headboard, to which Gabriel groans, his own hands trying to push Miguel away, "Who the hell were you calling!?" Miguel yells.

If Gabriel weren't much of a fool, he would've noticed the slightly hurt tone in his older brother's voice. He could've also seen the tears that threatened to fall.

"Fuck! Get off me!" his hands flare everywhere, "I already hung up when you barged in like a fucking psycho!"

Still not getting the answer he needed, Miguel pulls his brother forward and harshly back against the headboard. Gabriel coughs harshly. Miguel sucks a breath in. He had to ask. He had to know.

And with what he asks, and what answer he gets is going to be all on him for being too overdrawn by emotion.

With a shaky breath, he glares into Gabriel's soul, "Was it Manaia you were on call with?

Gabriel, now stunned, his flaring hands had rested against his bed to keep himself up. A smirk arose on his face, all shock and anger had been thrown away. With a prideful grin, he chuckles deeply, "Yeah, it was her, Miggy. Got a problem?"

There was no way. There was no way in Hell it was her.

"Show me. Show me your fucking call history," he watches Gabriel grab his phone, "Don't move your phone away and delete shit. Unlock your phone and show me, Gabriel."

As Gabriel unlocks his phone, he taps onto the call app and shows his history.

Miguel's heart drops and shatters into pieces. Lo and behold the top name on his call list.

Manaia 💜 last ongoing call was at 3:19 pm

Sione <3: na na na come onnn

Sione <3: na na na come onnn

Sione <3: 'cause i may be bad but im perfectly good at itttttt

Sione <3: sex in the airrrr idc i love the smell of ittttttt

naia fiyah: what do you want dood 😞

naia fiyah: u started the song off wrong btw 😕🤞

Sione <3: mf why did you deactivate your insta account again 😒 yo ass is always trynna be mysterious

naia fiyah: BECAUSE WE HAVE EXAMS IN TWO WEEKS MAYBEEEE? yk my routine stupid tongan

Sione <3: youve been hanging around david and kiuga too much to get that language

Sione <3: and come school you ass, im in the library by myself and you've been coming late for the past week 🥲 imy

naia fiyah: my mum had one of those nights again, i have to wait until she wakes up and make sure she eats :(( and yk pele never does things around the house

naia fiyah: and not a lot of buses come around my house around 8, ill be there during first breakkk

naia fiyah: oh and i have a favor to ask sione

Sione <3: nope

naia fiyah: please i'll buy u food :(

Sione <3: aww u love me that much you'd spend money on me 🥹 u broke asssss

Sione <3: what is it dawg

naia fiyah: i really need to talk to miguel, i dont have his number and i wanted to apologise to him for something and i feel bad

Sione whines into his arm, "Stupid Samoan," he cries. Hiding his face in the arch of his bent arm, the other arm stretched out to watch his screen turn black. He sends a quick text confirming his part in the favour.

"Good morning, Sione," Miguel greets from behind, "Are you okay?"

Sione turns around and is met with Gabriel instead.

Oh.

Sione had forgotten how eerily similar, yet oddly different the O'Hara brothers were. The voice, hair, and face in some way were nearly the same.

Gabriel hadn't been in his new high school for more than two months, and people already mixed him up with the older O'Hara. None can blame him. One can, however, distinguish who was who if they tried.

Miguel was taller. On the buff side. Speaks only when spoken to. Most of all, he never talks to girls in the way they want to be spoken to, let alone touched. Miguel doesn't talk to girls in general, unless it's Manaia. For good reason, of course.

But now that reason was gone.

Gabriel on the other hand? He was lean and tall, but overthrown by his brother. For sure, friend requests were blowing up his phone by the time he had gotten home on his first day.

Sione nods his head in acknowledgement, "Uh yeah, yeah, m'fine. Thanks, Gabriel."

As much as Sione was desperate to befriend the younger sibling of his close friend, he wanted to back out of that idea. The eagerness compared to weeks ago was gone. He had no relation to Gabriel outside of school like he did with Miguel, and he had a feeling as to why. So he distanced himself from Gabriel as much as he could.

"Ah, good morning, Miggy," Gabriel sends a smirk to Miguel, the said boy who makes his way over to both of the teenagers.

Sione feels relief at the sight of his friend.

Miguel grumbles, his piercing eyes never leaving Sione, not wanting to ever look his brother in the eye. He takes a seat beside Sione, facing away from Gabriel, who stays standing up.

"Morning, Miguel. Manaia said she'd be here late, BUT- she does want to talk to you," he wraps a friendly arm around Miguel's shoulder. He feels disheartened when he gets shrugged off.

He chuckles dryly, looking over to Gabriel, "Like she'd want to talk to me. She was talking an awful lot last night with Gabriel."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Sione asks.

He looks back and forth between Miguel and Gabriel. To this, Gabriel just shrugs and lets out a small laugh before walking off.

"Oh, you're so funny, Gabriel!" a chuckle had left Manaia, she covers her mouth as she continues walking.

She has just arrived when the first break of the day started. She was greeted by Gabriel first, she didn't have a chance to find the rest of her friends as his arm was already draped along her shoulder.

Losing track of time, the bell had already gone as they spent their time together laughing and mucking around together.

Manaia while slightly disheartened at not seeing Sione, she turns to look at Gabriel.

"I have to go now, Gabri. I have English with Sione and Miguel now," she doesn't fight back a smile at the mention of the said O'Hara. Gabriel notices and bites back a smile himself.

"Oh right, yeah, Miguel," he looks down at the beautiful girl and gives her a feigned sad look. "You're interested in my brother, I'm guessing?"

Manaia hides her face in her hands, "No, not at all!"

"Hm, sure, sure."

All she had to do was say yes, and his plan was intact.

"Now, I thought you were a good girl. Don't good girls tell the truth?" Gabriel raises a brow, his free hand tickling her side.

She giggles, "Okay! Okay!"

She stops her steps, and Gabriel follows.

Now completely facing him, she takes his hands into hers and sways side to side to keep herself content, trying to ignore the shy feeling deep inside of her at the thought of Miguel.

"Miguel and I had a bit of an argument not too long ago," she shows a small pout, "But I want to be close to him again."

Perfect.

"Oh? That's perfect. I can help you out, Manaia," his charming smile hid his devious smirk.

Everything was in his favour.

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i remember being upset about people slowly losing their fixation on writing for miguel ohara, and i can kinda see why and its gotten to me as well, but ima keep writing for my missus 😞🙏

oh OF FUCKING COURSE my ONE favourite miguel ohara series gets discontinued at such a good part.. the ONE FIC SERIES I ACTUALLY DEEMED MY FAV (and i say everything is my fav) BUT THE ONE FIC SERIES, THE ONE SERIES

GETS FKN DISCONTINUED WHAT DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW CUNT dying rn

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU !

pairing. teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

content. implied smut 😞 SIONE DA BEST MAN MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️ secret relationship, jealous miguel, cutesy moments between miguel & manaia <33 not proofread yall

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She was the epitome of beauty, that's what Miguel loved to think. In everything she did, it was utter perfection in his mind.

To the way she smiled, the way she walked, the way she sat in silence with her earphones blasting her cultural music and letting her mind run wild while jotting everything she knew in her book, whilst everyone else in class had caused chaotic mess with their confusion in every mathematic problem they tried to solve.

He admired her from across the table they both sat on, and his heart was fucking racing. He was close, yet so far away. And no, he wasn't going to slowly move his foot forward to accidentally hit her own, no.

Instead, he called out her name after finally shifting away his thoughts. "So, Manaia," she looks at him with an endearing smile, taking out both of her earphones to give the boy her full attention.

He shuts his mouth instantly. "Uh, never mind, sorry."

Miguel bites his lip nervously when she shakes her head and laughs, "You can talk to me anytime, Miggs. Don't be shy," yet she hides the fact that her face was hot, and if Miguel wouldn't open his mouth in 2 seconds, she was sure she'd run out the room out of nervosity.

He smiles, "I just wanted to say I love your new hair," and he says out of truth.

Manaia's hair that had once been honey brown had been dyed black, with a blonde counterpart underneath. She had found it so stupid, but to him, it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

"And your lip piercing as well," he compliments with a whisper.

Miguel's heart dances when she hears her giggle.

"I've always had this, Miguel," her ever so soft voice laughs.

To this, Miguel chuckles, "Never had the chance to say how beautiful it looks."

How beautiful you look, his mind thinks.

He smiles at her shy self, hiding a smile with her palm. "That's very sweet of you to say, Miggs." Her hand slides across the table to hold onto his, but backs away

Manaia loved to experiment with her looks. Now there wasn't much you can do with a simple skirt, blouse, and the same mediocre looking jumper.

Miguel was excited everyday to see what was different; whether it be with her hair, new lip combo, or with how she styled her school uniform. She loved putting on jewelry as an addition, either way, she was ethereal without a doubt.

He made notes on which look stayed for a few days, indicating she loved it. And which look only lasted one period before something was changed the next time he saw her during the breaks.

Miguel had to come to accept the fact that people around him also had eyes.

He glared at those whose whispered about how elegant and beautiful his girl looked; nonetheless his mouth stayed shut.

"Smash or pass?"

Of fucking course.

Miguel craned his neck to the side, the table he sat on was isolated but he still heard the whispers of the two boys from across the room.

"Who are you talking about?" one of the two asked, wearing his hat backward as the other had long, yet messy gold hair placed in a tight braid.

"Girl over there," the long haired boy motioned his head over to Manaia who had her back facing anyone that sat behind her. Her headphones had blasted the latest song she had downloaded, seemingly on repeat as she couldn't get over the tune.

Miguel's glare goes unnoticed from everyone else in the room, thankfully.

"Oh, Naia?" his eyes slightly widen, and he doesn't hesitate at all with his answer. "Fucking smash, obviously," the guy with the backwards hat had smirked, dapping up his friend as he chuckles.

Miguel resisted the urge to get up and make his way over to the both of them.

"Reckon she's even good at, you know?" the Rapunzel dupe questioned, trying to get his voice low as possible yet failed miserably.

"Boys? Is there anything you'd like to share?" an authoritative voice rung through the room. The middle-aged woman who stood in front of everyone had raised a brow towards the back of the room, eyes set on a particular pair of boys.

Miguel watches as Manaia pulls down her headset to pay attention in case she were the one who was in trouble, then looking behind herself to see who the elder was talking to.

"No, Miss," the boy with hair that reached his ass crack had snickered, and Miguel's blood began to boil.

But his heart calms when Manaia looks over his way with a gentle smile, as well as a wave. He smiles awkwardly back after being caught staring at her.

Miguel looks back down to his notes pretending to write.

It was semi-normal for couples to find a space where they could talk, kiss, and stuff...

Nonetheless, it was no different for Miguel and Manaia - who had walked around together with aching want to hold hands but managed to find a set of stairs that conveniently led up to the block they both had classes in.

Miguel had sat on an upper step so Manaia could sit a step below him. Settling herself between his legs, she slipped off her headphones and placed them around her neck, her music still playing in the background.

A few kisses on the cheek and forehead were shared, whispers of affection, and the sickly sweet banter - the usual of loving couples.

After awhile, they had fallen into a comfortable silence. Listening to each other breathe in the air they shared, letting each other gain warmth from the touch their bodies shared.

Manaia pulls away from his touch slightly to look up at him. "What are you thinking about?" she smiles.

Miguel is pulled away from his thinking, looking down to the girl he had his arm wrapped around.

"Pardon?"

A giggle erupts from the girl before him, "I said," her hand reaching up to poke his cheek, "What are you thinking about? I hope it's about me," she jokes.

Miguel gulps at the strong eye contact Manaia had held with him. He feels the warmth of her soft palm spread on his cheek, the soft push had made him look directly down at her just as she intended.

"Just us." Miguel whispers quickly.

"Mhm," her other free hand cups his other cheek, her head tilts curiously, "And what about us?"

"I'm just tired-" he drags his words, his eyes then widen when Manaia lets his face free from her soft hold, "Wait- no, no, not of us- I'm not tired of us, I swear I didn't mean that!" He whispers in an assuring tone, cupping her face and giving her forehead as many kisses as he could.

"Okay, okay, I believe you," she whispers in a soft voice.

Miguel sighs, "I'm just tired of us not being able to, you know, be a proper couple and we've been together for like," He counts with his fingers, "Months! We can't hold hands in public, I can't walk you to class, I can't show you off. I can't show anyone that you're my girlfriend, and vice versa," he pours his heart out to his girlfriend in expectant of her understanding.

Manaia nods her head in acknowledgement to her sweet boyfriend's words, she smiles at the trust Miguel had in sharing his feelings with her. "I get you, Miggy. I've felt the same way before, and I know I was the one to say I'd like for us to be private. I'm just scared, to be honest."

Miguel raises a brown, fully intrigued.

"What are you scared of?"

Miguel feels his heart jump when his sweet girl groans angrily, which he finds cute, "What should I not be scared of, Miguel?"

First-name basis? Miguel gasps as he thinks to himself.

Oh never-mind, she was truly upset.

"Miggy, you're-" She groans again with a pout, "You're attractive! you're bulky, you're tall, you're sporty, and you're smart!"

His face flushes at the rush of compliments he's given, "I still don't understand what you're trying to say, Naia," his fingers delicately brush a strand of hair behind her ear, as he noticed it slightly annoyed her.

Manaia huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms. Miguel chuckles, "Please just tell me what it is that's bothering you," he kisses her temple countless times as she doesn't pull away.

"You already know I barely have friends. Besides Sione, Kiuga and David, there's no one else I can talk to. And I don't want girls to try and befriend me just to get close with you," Manaia admits. She fidgets with the golden bracelet with the M initial Miguel had gotten her for their first month anniversary.

"I don't know what I'm saying honestly. I just know that I want you to myself, even if it means to keep us a secret," Manaia averts her gaze from his in a shy manner.

Manaia continues in a lowered voice, "I know how people can be. If people knew we were together, they'd talk about you regardless, especially in front of my face. They- ugh. What's that word, Miggy? They.. uh.." looking around to see something that would help her.

Miguel intervenes, "Naia, what are you-"

"FAWN! Yes, they fawn over you!" Manaia dramatically faints into Miguel's lap. Then peers back up with widened eyes looking straight at her boyfriend in shock.

"What if you find someone better along the way as well?!"

She continues on her rant for countless minutes about the silly what ifs and the "pretty" girls that would snatch him away from her.

Miguel could only admire the girl before him with a wide smile on his face, "I get what you're saying," planting a kiss on her forehead to calm her down. "But I want you to know that being together in this relationship means I'm only for you and it'll stay that way." he emphasizes before cupping his girl's beautiful face.

That was all Manaia needed before getting shy again. Trusting her boyfriend, she reaches up and leaves a loving peck on his lips.

Still in a mood, Manaia raises a brow, "You'll only love me, right?" her eyes sparkling with curiosity. His ears then catch on to the ongoing melody that rung through Manaia's headphones.

she looks just like a dream

the prettiest girl i've ever seen

Miguel chuckles, "If I wasn't going to love you only, I wouldn't have asked the prettiest girl in the world to be mine."

Manaia chuckles as she rolls her eyes, smushing Miguel's cheeks with her hand, "So cheesy."

"But if you're so concerned about people fawning over me," Miguel teases as his girl lightly slaps his chest, holding onto her wrist to keep it there, "I can think of a way to get people to lay off."

M.Ohara_99 has mentioned you in his story !

Manaia is stopped from her endless scrolling on tiktok. Her attention is on the new notification from her boyfriend. Tapping on the notif, she immediately feels a rush of heat spread on her face when she sees her chat with Miguel.

Miguel was a gym fanatic, those who liked to look knew of this. It was bound for him to post at least one photo of his progress. Yet, for him to post a photo, flexing his arms and his uncovered neck that was marked with dark, purple hickeys?

He knew those who prayed and wished for him to be theirs were going to be hurt. But did he care?

Not at all.

Manaia isn't able to fully inspect Miguel's story completely when another mention pops up.

It shows Miguel flexing his muscular back, the long and deep scratches on his back definitely wasn't made to be hidden with the way he solely focused the camera on them.

Before Manaia could bang her head against her pillow happily, she notices the very obvious mention of her username in Miguel's story.

Not even a minute goes by and Manaia gets another message.

mahi_sniffer has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

mahi_sniffer: GUYS I AM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST TO KNOW ABOUT YALL DATING

mahi_sniffer: BUT I SWEAR TO FUCK IF I FIND OUT YOUS HAVE SMASHED ON MY BED WHILE YOUS WERE OVER AT MY HOUSE IM GOING TO FUCKING FREAK

this is so chat, i just wanted to upload this cos why not, i didnt know how else to end this LOL

sike anyway lemme write a lil somethin for manaia and miguel 🙏🙏

"okay, say it again," manaia says holding up her phone with her flashlight on, her attempt at hiding her giggles was poor.

miguel groans internally, "no, it sounds bad-"

"it doesn't! it doesn't! c'mon miggssss"

she throws her phone on the bed they sat on, her palms cupping her boyfriend's face tenderly.

"if you say it, i'll give you a kiss." manaia taunts with a cheeky grin on her face.

miguel couldn't resist so he huffs, "fine, and it better be a big kiss as well."

manaia winks, "deal." grabbing her phone, hitting record the second miguel nods his head.

he clears his throat, "oute.." he tries to remember his two hour long lesson his girlfriend had with him, "oute alofa?" he raises a brow.

manaia nods her head with a toothy grin, giving him a thumbs up to keep going.

"oute alofa tele ia la'u teine aulelei.." miguel tries to pronounce every word correct, before he's able to give his girlfriend a look of confirmation, he's already attacked with a hug so loving and warm that he plummets against his bed. (I love my pretty girl very much)

miguel chuckles as manaia's long hair tickles him. "naia! it tickles," miguel laughs out loud, trying to pull away but manaia grips on his shirt everytime he gets up.

she tickles and kisses him on the neck, "sau i la'u tama aulelei!"

(come here my pretty boy!)

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this took me approximately ten minutes HOORAYYYYY

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RUNNIN’ OUT OF TIME!

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: angst (lol), mentions of divorce, smut, oral (f receiving), ‘just the tip’, unprotected p in v (wrap it 🫵🏼), doggy, ass spanking (like once), orgasm denial, use of toy (m receiving), switch reader + miguel

synopsis: countless missed dates. hundreds of text messages gone unanswered. you’d grown okay with the negligence from miguel towards your marriage, coming to your breaking point after he missed your daughter’s birthday. (based off this request)

author’s note: hi pookie, i hope i did your request justice and i hope you enjoy (will try to get to a couple others soon) 😄

word count: 11k (all this to yap ab cock and balls is crazyy)

There wasn't a big A-Ha! moment when you came to the realization that you loved Miguel O'Hara. The words just slipped out naturally the moment he'd said them to you, like they belonged to him alone. Because in all actuality, they only did belong to him. There was no one else you could see yourself waking up to next in the morning. No one else you wanted to spend time with for the foreseeable future. Maybe it was the memories between the two of you that helped you come to the conclusion that you loved him.

From the time that he carried you back to your shared apartment

Your legs wobbled with every step you took on the concrete, the heels you had on digging into the back of your ankle and the sides of your toes. You didn't have to take the heels off to know that you were mostly likely bleeding. "Wait, Miguel. Just wait up a bit," you were trying to catch up to his long strides, failing miserably with each new sting of pain that shot up your foot. You made a mental note not to wear heels whenever Miguel suggested a 'brisk walk' as a date idea.

He looked back to see you leaning against a pole, taking off your heels for some kind of temporary relief before you continued the rest of the walk. Not that you looked too enthusiastic about that either. Though he couldn't have his pretty girlfriend standing on a dirty sidewalk, could he? With what seemed to be no effort, he took you in his arms and resumed the walk. "How bad's the pain?" He looked down at you once he was sure he wouldn't bump into anyone in a three block radius.

You opened up your mouth to speak, about to tell him that it was bearable enough to the point you could still walk, but he interrupted you by saying, "Don't lie to me because you think you're inconveniencing me. Just tell me the truth." The truth was that you were debating on staying on that sidewalk and calling an Uber at this time of night. Not that he needed to know that, though. "It's not so bad now that you're carrying me," you reluctantly admitted, looking away from him.

If at any point during the night he struggled with the task, he didn't seem to show it. He hadn't even cracked a sweat. Somehow he'd managed to maneuver the front door open, setting you down on the couch with the utmost care necessary. "I'm gonna go get you the first aid kit. Is there something else you need?" You shook your head, laying back onto the couch cushion while you waited for him to come back.

He came back, raising your feet before taking a seat down next to you. He put your feet down on his lap, getting an ointment from the box. You wondered just how many things he had in there for these types of occasions. Throughout the couple months of dating, you'd seen him pull out an ointment for ant bites, scratches, and now blisters. "Try to stay still for me, will you?" He murmured, starting to rub the ointment over the exposed skin. His touch was the gentlest you'd ever felt, barely feeling the subtle brush of his fingers.

"Si no sana hoy, sanará mañana," he hummed as he finished applying the bandages, making sure that they were well wrapped before standing up. You made no attempt to stand up from your spot on the couch just yet, letting your feet recover from wearing those heels for five hours straight. "You need some help getting into the bedroom?" He questioned, scooping you into his arms with that same ease as before when you nodded.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, my lady."

To the time that he begrudgingly agreed to dance with you in the rain

"Come on, just indulge me a bit," you stood in the middle of the empty road, extending your hand out to him while the rain poured down relentlessly. "I'll indulge you inside where we don't have any chance of catching a cold," he grumbled from his spot on the sidewalk, trying to appear menacing. He really did just look like a sopping wet cat, especially with the way that his brows furrowed slightly. "Mami, let's go. I'll let you dance with me inside, please. Any song you want, too."

You kept your arm extended to him, waiting. You knew that he was bound to fall for your whims any second. He let out a small groan, pushing himself off the sidewalk before walking over to where you were standing. "If you get sick, I won't hesitate to tell you that I told you so," he intertwined his hand with yours, the warmth from his body a nice contrast to the chill air surrounding the two of you. "Do you know how rare it is for Nueva York streets to be this empty?"

Usually, there was at least a mad man that would be running around the streets. Even in these conditions. But the two of you were alone, streetlights illuminating your 'dance floor.' His reluctance seemed to fade away as the two of you swayed on the street, with seemingly no rhythm whatsoever. "If you wanted to sway with me, we could've done that inside," he pointed out, letting out a small snort. "Just because I said I wanted to dance didn't mean that I promised to be good at it."

He guided you through a slow rhythm, his coordination slightly better than what you would've given him credit for. His feet moving to a silent melody in his head. "I was a chambelán at this quince, they had us practice the routine until we ended up crying or collapsing from exhaustion," he spoke up before you had the chance to ask, "But at least it's given me some pretty gnarly dance moves."

"Hey, Miguel?"

"¿Qué paso?"

"Never say 'gnarly' again. You sound older than what you are," you burst out into little giggles at the scoff that left his lips. "I'll let you know that all the scientific studies I've participated on have shown that gnarly's making a comeback."

"Hey, Miguel?" You were debating on if this was the right time to admit what had been threatening to escape your lips for a while now. All you could do was hope that he didn't think that this admission was too soon.

"If you're gonna ask me about the resources that I have for those studies, I don't have them on me now. I'll get them later, though," you could only roll your eyes at his persistence, a laugh bubbling from your chest. Even as the laugh echoed through the empty street, you weren't exactly too concerned with how loud you were being. It wasn't like it compared to the way your heart was beating against your rib cage, your hands starting to clam up in his grasp.

"No, it's not about that. Not that gnarly's making a comeback either way."

"Mark my words. Gnarly. Will. Be. Making. A. Comeback," he accentuated his words carefully, giving you a mock glare before he continued to speak, "But if it's not about that, then what's up?"

The moment of truth. Maybe this was a mistake. You could feel your throat close up, your movements starting to get a little sloppy. Just tell him. His reaction can't be that bad, right? You knew he had no reason to react negatively but every single worst-case scenario started to run through your head relentlessly. "I love you."

"I love you too," while it was the response that you were expecting, it still caught you off-guard. He held your gaze, showing no signs of regret or hesitation as he whispered those words to you. "I don't think that I've loved someone the same way that I love you," and even now, he had to top off your admission. You weren't sure how much time had passed by while the two of you danced away, all that you knew was that the cold tomorrow was probably worth it. If only to say that you got the chance at this experience.

He didn't say anything the next morning when you woke up with a cough, your skin on your nose starting to get raw from how many times you'd gotten up to wipe it. Even though you could tell that he was itching to tell you, the words practically on the top of his tongue if you had to guess. "I got you some chicken soup," he spoke up after you woke up from what seemed to be your 50th nap on the day, the faint aroma from the soup wafting up your stuffy nose.

Definitely worth it.

And even the time that he'd gone up to receive his award with your lipstick all over his face

"I need my good luck kiss, c'mon," he gently pinched your side, a small laugh escaping from your lips as you attempted to push his hand away. "You'll get my lipstick all over you," you pointed out, remembering that the Chanel lipstick you had on was in fact, not transfer-proof. Miguel didn't seem to care too much though, a grin on his face as he leaned in to kiss you. "At least they'll know that my lady loves me."

You'd imprinted the mark of your lips on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, satisfied by the work you'd done when you looked at it. Perhaps you'd gotten a little carried away. Not that he looked bad covered in your red lipstick, by any means. He was no longer Miguel O'Hara, the world-renowned geneticist with more awards under his belt than he could count. He was simply just a love struck idiot with a grin on his face. A love struck idiot for you.

"What time do the awards start again?" You wiped away the lipstick on the side of your mouth and under your lips, grabbing the tube from your purse to fix it. The last thing that the two of you needed was to hear Aaron's snide remarks about how Miguel was incompetent. You went to hand him a clean makeup wipe, but he rejected the advance. "I believe they started about five minutes ago," he responded, pulling his jacket sleeve to look at the watch adorning his wrist.

"Why are you not freaking out about this more?" You questioned him, panic evident on your voice as you pushed everything inside your purse and moved to get out the car. He put his hand on your thigh, gently rubbing it through the material of the silk dress you'd worn for tonight. "Why are you freaking so much about it?" For someone who valued punctuality, he seemed to be oddly calm in this situation. Well, you supposed there was nothing you could do now that you both were late. You took a couple deep breaths, grabbing the stuff you'd missed when you were in a rush.

While you were busy gathering your bearings, he went around the car and opened the door for you. Extending a hand out to you. He grasped your fingers in between his own, helping you with getting out of the car before he even thought of stepping into the building. "They're about to announce your name, O'Hara. Get in there," Delgato hissed as the two of you walked past him, his head craning up to look up at Miguel. "Maybe if you stopped standing in my way, I might be able to."

You could practically see the sheer anger in Delgato's face as he muttered to himself, moving out of the way nonetheless. "Now I know why you end up so stressed," you muttered, making your way down the stairs to take a seat. The room was a bit packed but the two of you managed to find some good seats in the middle. A couple people turned to look at the two of you but their attention was captured once more by the person speaking up on stage. Something about a drug slowing the speed in which some disease grew.

"And now for our next award of the night, please give a hand to Dr. Miguel O'Hara from Alchemax."

The cameras started clicking immediately as soon as he stepped onto the stage, a couple whispers of how unprofessional he was being being shared around in the audience. A couple thank you's were shared, to his lab colleagues and assistants who all simply just nodded upon being acknowledged, before he delved into what the topic of his research had been about. Well, just enough to keep the audience and you entertained. Even though only a couple of the words coming out his mouth actually managed to stick, you couldn't help but listen intently.

To the way that he described his work, with such passion and dedication. The way that he visibly lightened up whenever he got to speak about something that was fascinating to him. Even with all the talk circulating through the audience, you just couldn't help but be so proud of him. His eyes met yours through the sea of people, a smile on his face as he finished with the summary he'd gone over time and time again in front of the bathroom mirror. "Are there any questions?"

He was starting to get agitated, even you could tell from a distance. Well, it's not like you could exactly blame either parties here. The audience wanted to know why he'd shown up with lipstick adorning almost every corner of his face and he wanted to get asked questions about his research. "Any questions that aren't related to my current appearance?" He decided to ask, and it was almost comical how many hands went down. He answered the questions of those who remained, about five. But all he seemed to care about was having your attention in the audience as he spoke.

And while you'd expected him to win tonight, you hadn't expected this. Having him on one knee while you two were supposed to be celebrating his achievement. "So I didn't really prepare a speech before this or anything. But I was just wondering if you'd give me the second win of the night and agree to marry me," As corny as it was, you found yourself nodding to his proposal. "You mean to tell me that worked?" He asked, hesitatingly reaching over to grab your hand to slide the ring on.

"Yes, you idiot. You're acting like I expected anything more from you," you answered, watching as he slid the band on. It was fairly simple, a small stone perched on the middle of it. Your birth stone. "I promise to make you the happiest woman alive," he murmured against your lips, gently tilting your chin so you'd be looking at him. "You already are," it was your turn to be smooth. He let out a small chuckle, his lips gently pressing against yours.

So how did it get to this point?

To the point of having dozens of your calls and messages ignored, and if there was a response, it'd be a simple one-worded response. Enough for you to want to drop the subject all together. Dates between the two of you were a common occurrence, or at least often enough to the point where you didn't have to spend five minutes wondering when the last one had been. Promises left unfulfilled, accumulating only to be left discarded in the dust.

As much as you tried to resist it at first, you started to grow.. okay with it. It felt almost selfish to ask more of him, knowing how much effort he put into making sure that the three of you had a roof over your head. You were able to get a part-time job, giving you more time to spend with Gabriella. A nagging thought kept bugging you though. You married him for the purpose of having him as a husband, not solely a provider. Maybe you weren't as okay with it as you thought.

Your eye twitched when the last balloon was being filled up. How was it that almost every member of his family was capable of showing up and he wasn't? Even some of them came from Mexico for the week. For all the events that he'd missed, you at least would've thought that he would make some attempt to show up for Gabriella's party. You could see her looking around, with the hope of catching a glimpse of her father. It wouldn't hurt to call his work to see what was so important that he couldn't get off, right?

"Alchemax Industries. What can I help you with today?" The receptionist's bored tone came through the other end of the line after spending a couple minutes on hold, your foot irritably tapping against the hardwood floor. All you could do was hope that they wouldn't send you to another line like the previous five times.

"Hi, I'm calling about one of your employees. Miguel O'Hara. I was wondering until what time he was scheduled to work today," you answered quietly, in attempts that no one would overhear. The last thing you needed were any additional comments from his family about how you couldn't keep him around. You listened as the receptionist on the other side started typing out on their computer, silently thanking them.

"¡Te voy agarrar!" You heard yelling behind you, moving to the side before you ended up getting trampled by a bunch of five year olds. "Okay, sorry about taking a while. So about the employee that you're calling, there's a mistake. Miguel hasn't-" The rest of it fell onto deaf ears, your grip on the phone tightening as you struggled to keep up your composure. "Ma'am?" You heard the receptionist ask after a couple moments of silence. The fact that the call had ended hadn't even registered until a while later.

The words kept sounding through your head as the party continued, despite how much you'd tried to drown them out. With water balloon fights in the backyard with some of the kids, karaoke with Gabriella, and the breaking of the piñata. But you couldn't. Your eyes kept darting over to the door, almost expecting to find Miguel walking in at any given moment now. Though you weren't exactly surprised when it remained shut after the first five times that you'd checked. Everyone was having a good time and all you could do was miss him.

Chatter and laughter filled the atmosphere as you made your way through the penthouse, trying to find Gabriella. She'd disappeared right after the cake was cut with the pretense that she needed to use the bathroom about half an hour ago. And while she did spend up to that in the bathroom, it was only really whenever you gave her your cellphone to play around with. And you knew that none of the kids were playing hide and seek. "Gabi!" You called out, searching for her in the guest room.

The last time you'd seen her, she was busy talking with her tías. Nice women, really. Just too involved in finding out whatever chisme they could get out of Gabriella without any regards towards her feelings or the setting they were currently in. You wouldn't be surprised if they brought up the topic of separation to the poor girl. "Hey, have you seen Gabi around?" You didn't even question why Gabriel was exiting one of the rooms with one of your friends, too concerned about Gabi.

Gabriel wiped some spit from the corner of his mouth, shaking his head. "I'll let you know if we find her," he assured you, trying to hide your friend with his body. Like that'd erase the suspicion. Though you guessed it wasn't the right time to go over the whole 'don't hurt them' spiel. You'd do that when you knew your daughter was safe. "Okay, thank you," you told him, going to look for her in the secret spots you knew she liked to hide. In the laundry room. The library. Out in the balcony.

You stepped inside your shared closet with Miguel, not expecting to find her inside. You only really bothered to check as a last resort. But there she was. Her knees pulled up to her chest with her head buried deep in them, sniffling that was almost enough to bring you down to your knees. You walked over to her, sitting down in front of her before gently pulling her hands away from her face.

Only then could you see the extent of her pain. Her cheeks were tear-streaked and her nose was starting to turn pink at the tip from how much she'd been rubbing at it. "What's wrong, mija?" You wiped away the tears that brimmed at the edge of her waterline with your thumb, drying it on your jeans. All you'd been trying to do was make sure she was having a good time at the party and your efforts had all but flopped.

"Why didn't he show up?" With every little crack of her voice, you could feel a piece of your heart shatter. You knew perfectly well who she was referring to her. Just like you'd been waiting for him to arrive, you caught small glimpses of Gabriella searching hopelessly around for her father. "I don't know. I wish I knew what could've been so important but I don't," you whispered, holding her close to your chest. There wasn't any use lying to her, not when you knew she'd look through it.

"Mami, me duele la cabeza," Gabriella spoke up after a couple seconds, looking up at you. You could only guess. From what you could gather, you figured that she must've been crying at least for the previous half hour. "I can't give you any pills.. but I'll read you a story once you lay down for bed," you told her, helping her stand up from her spot on the floor. Gabriella left the closet to go brush her teeth and get ready for bed, leaving you in the deafening silence of the closet.

"Party's over," you announced on your way downstairs, already imagining the flurry of complaints that would come your way. You knew that if it was up to everyone else, they would find a way to keep the party going until two in the morning. After thanking everyone for coming and sending them home with leftovers that would last them through the weekend, you cleaned up the house a bit. Picking up a couple candy wrappers from the floor and sweeping off the multitude of streamers on the floor.

You'd spent the next hour tidying up the house, cleaning up juice stains from your once pristine white floors. Well, at least Gabriella managed to have a good time. Mostly. You'd almost expected her to fall asleep by the time you went back upstairs, but you saw her peering over at you when you opened up the door. "Alright, what story did you want me to read?" You questioned, stepping over to the library she had in the corner of her room. Naming off the first suggestions that appeared in your field of vision. "Can we do The Little Prince?"

Gabriella scooted over on the bed to let you sit down next to her, listening intently as you begin to read the story. Almost like she hadn't been listening to this story for the previous two weeks. At some point, she'd learned some of the passages from memory and began to recite them from the top of her head. You finished the book, half expecting her to still be awake and wanting another book. But no. Her eyes were shut, her arms tightly wrapped around one of her plushies while her breathing slowed down.

"Que sueñes con los angelitos," you whispered, pushing a couple loose strands of her hair back before kissing her forehead. She stirred in her sleep, her grip on the blankets tightening slightly. You moved when she finally managed to still, putting the book back on the shelf where it belonged. Prepping it for tomorrow. You made your way out the room, making sure to leave her night lamp on before shutting the door behind you. At least her headache hadn't bothered her too badly.

You poured yourself a glass of wine from a trip you'd taken with Miguel to Italy, swirling the burgundy liquid around. Much how your own thoughts were currently swirling around without any clear direction. Not your usual drink of choice, you had to admit. But it was a nice distraction. The subtle glow from the moonlight illuminated the otherwise empty room, the quietness almost too much to bear. There was nothing to distract you from the thoughts running rampant inside your head, each one of them leading to what seemed to be the same conclusion.

A divorce.

Even thinking about it felt wrong, though. You and Miguel made a pact upon getting married—stating that no matter how mad the two of you got at one another, that word would never be mentioned. Not even as a joke. But you supposed that was made during a different time. A time where Miguel wouldn't put his family on the back burner simply because of work affairs. A time where you didn't have to come up with excuses for his behavior.

It wasn't just for yourself that you were considering this solution. But also for Gabriella. His absence was starting to affect her in more ways than you could possibly fathom. Not just today for her birthday, but also throughout the last couple months. You could see the different attempts that Gabriella had made to talk to her dad, most of them ending up unsuccessful. Only leaving her more and more confused. Leaving her wondering what she'd done wrong.

"¡Mami!" Gabriella called out from the other room while you were busy finishing up dinner in the kitchen, setting a separate plate for Miguel to put in the microwave. A nudging feeling that you would find the plate the same way you'd left it running through your head. You walked over to Gabi, spotting her in the kitchen table with a coloring book set in front of her. You were almost impressed by how precise she was at such a young age.

She'd managed to color in the photos without going through the lines once. She was always a bit of a perfectionist though, much like her father. It felt like staring at a reflection of a mini Miguel at times. If only he would try to maintain that relationship you knew Gabriella needed in her life.

"Yeah, what's up?" You wiped your hands on a napkin before taking a seat next to her. Looking over at the design on her book, you decided to commit the sight to memory. It wouldn't hurt to search it up later and use it as a form of gift inspiration for her birthday party coming up. "There's this parent career day tomorrow and I was hoping that you could come."

You wouldn't have expected her to ask you for help first. Given that your job mostly consisted of logistics and paperwork most of the day. The last interesting thing that had happened in the office was an affair between one of the CEO's and an intern. "You sure you don't want your dad to go instead?" Even if it wasn't by much, you figured that genetics would be more interesting than how graph analysis works. Gabriella played with her pens, avoiding looking at you.

"What's the point of asking if he's not gonna show up?" She spoke up after a couple moments, a small sigh escaping from your lips. You couldn't lie to her any better than you could lie to yourself, you knew that much. But you at least had to try. If only to stop that frown from forming on her face. "How about I present what your dad does for work? So it's almost like he's there," Except he wouldn't be. You figured it was a good enough compromise for her though. "But why can't he show up? Do we not matter to him anymore?"

The same question that clouded your thoughts while you laid in bed, arms wrapped around one of his pillows so it wouldn't feel so empty. So you wouldn't be reminded that the stupid California King was too big just for you to lay on it. "We do matter, he's just busy with work. It's how we're able to live the way we do," you answered, trying to keep your answer simple without dumbing it down. She was smart enough to understand. Smarter than you sometimes gave her credit for. "Okay. Your option sounds good."

You'd stayed up well past midnight that night, reading through a couple of Miguel's research papers in some attempt to figure out what you needed to describe. So far, all you had was talking about flasks and the basics of chemistry that you'd learned. Adorning a poster board with glitter also proved to be more work than you would've imagined, the clean-up taking longer than you would've expected. At least it didn't look too bad. Well, just enough to impress a classroom full of ten year olds.

Just the fact that Gabriella wasn't even making the effort anymore was enough to reassure the decision that maybe a divorce was necessary. Even if the thought was still painful to think about. At some level, you still loved Miguel just as much as the first day that you'd uttered those words to him. Just as much as the day you showed up on the aisle to officially intertwine your life with his. But you knew that neither you or Gabriella could be content just expecting the minimum from him.

The front door swung open, a loud groan escaping from Miguel's lips as he stepped into the threshold. His work shoes squeaked against the floors you'd just cleaned as he trudged over to the living room. "Hey, where's Gabi?" His lips barely grazed your cheek when he bent down to greet you, his voice riddled with exhaustion. He took a seat on the couch, his back slouched against the cushions. "She's asleep. Given that it's currently midnight."

You heard shuffling from his side, the bright phone screen illuminating his face. From this angle, you could see the dark circles underneath his eyes. It almost made you regret wanting to even bring this topic up. He squinted, tapping at the screen with his pointer finger to turn down the brightness. "Ah shock, you're right. I missed her birthday," Normally you would've been okay with the fact that he'd even bothered to remember the event he'd missed.

"Where were you?" You questioned, reaching over to turn on the lamp. You felt like one of those detectives in the old movies you'd watched with Miguel, the light dim enough to create an ominous shadow over yourself. "What do you mean? I was at work all day," he responded, rubbing a hand through his face. He was committed to making the lie work, you had to give him that. He even had the Alchemax lab coat and badge on. And under normal circumstances, you might've just let that slide. Like all the other previous instances.

You calmly took a sip from your drink, letting the suspense marinate for just a little while longer. "I called Alchemax. It's funny that you say that, given that their system shows that you quit months ago. So, I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth," you told him, his eyes widening almost comedically. The silence was enough of a tell for you to realize that you had him cornered now. He managed to meet your gaze after a couple seconds, speaking almost begrudgingly, "You called my job?"

You gave him a dirty look, almost surprised that it was what he was choosing to focus on. "Right, right. Not the point," he muttered, rubbing his temples. The silence was almost deafening, the two of you trying to keep things quiet for the sake of keeping some normalcy in front of Gabriella. "She kept asking about you, you know?" You started off, setting the wine glass with a thump before speaking again, "I kept lying to her. Telling her that something at work was more important than you being able to show up to her party."

"I want a divorce." It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, and you could almost see the different wheels in his head work. The wedding ring around your finger suddenly felt too heavy, the life that the two of you built together threatening to crash down in a mere matter of seconds just by that single sentence. "The least that you could do now is tell me the truth. Because what I'm imagining right now is that you have some kind of secret family on the down low."

In your defense, what more were you supposed to think? Especially when he's made no effort to tell you anything up to this point? You picked up the wine glass, glancing over at him to see what he'd do now. You'd be lying if you said that you fully expected him to start telling you the truth. But you hoped he did. If only to make you reconsider the idea of getting a divorce. If only to let you sleep better at night.

"Okay. Fine, I'll tell you. Just please.. consider the divorce one more time. Please. And believe me when I say there is no other family," he stood up from his spot, his hands clasped together as he stood in front of you. This was starting to sound dangerously similar to the number of excuses that he'd given you before but you decided on giving him the benefit of the doubt. You stayed silent and he took that as a cue to continue, "I haven't been around because... I'm Spider-Man."

The wine in your mouth poured down your nose, the liquid have gone down the wrong pipe. You coughed, attempting to clear your throat as the words settled in. There was no way that he was being serious. But the way that he was looking at you made it seem like he was. "And I know that it doesn't justify putting the two of you on the back burner but there's a lot of crime in Nueva York and throughout the universes in case you haven't realized." Universes?

Now you were certain he'd either lost it or he was just pulling excuses out of his ass. Probably a combination of both if you had to guess. "You're kidding," you deadpanned, waiting for some kind of indication that this was all just a joke. He flicked his wrist, a string of what seemed to be a web sticking onto the lamp next to you. You reached over, tentatively scooping the substance onto your pointer finger to examine what it was. It was indeed.. a web. You were starting to wonder if you'd drunk too much wine.

Nope. Still half a glass left. You punched the side of your arm, waiting for some kind of indication that you were dreaming. All you received was a sharp shot of pain though. Now all you had left to do was actually acknowledge the situation. Accept the fact that your husband was the self-proclaimed vigilante of Nueva York.

"Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" You managed to ask after the initial shock had died down, clearing your throat. He shifted his feet awkwardly, sitting down next to you once more. "Because I've seen too many instances of this play out. I didn't want any danger to come to you after you found out," he responded, his hands reaching out to hold your own. "But please, trust me. I only have eyes for you. Every single of my absences has been for the better of Nueva York."

It all started to make sense, though. The amount of files scattered on his desk, information on previous villains. A couple comic books from the previous Spider-Man on his bedside table. The awkward disappearances when the two of you were out on the street.

"Please say something," he urged after a couple seconds of your silence, his calloused thumb rubbing small circles on your hand. What could you really say, though? It felt wrong to still be pissed off at him while he went off to save the city, and yet.. you still couldn't find it in yourself to forgive him just yet. "I know that the city of Nueva York needs you. But so does Gabriella. She doesn't deserve to be questioning what she's doing wrong as a child."

He was about to speak up but you quickly interrupted him, "She thinks she's not doing enough. That all those trophies in her room aren't enough for you to be proud of her. I beg of you to find some kind of balance before you end up losing the both of us for good." With that, you downed the rest of your wine before retreating to the kitchen to clean up the glass. You expected him to come back to bed, though you hadn't heard him come in after half an hour of tossing and turning. All you heard was the guest room door being opened.

You were awoken to the sweet scent of buttermilk, all kinds of different alarms going off in your head. The thought of Gabriella burning herself in the kitchen was starting to imprint itself in your brain. It certainly wasn't Miguel. Despite how groggy you were, you quickly rubbed your eyes and made your way over to the kitchen. Niña Bonita welcomed you as soon as you stepped inside, noticing Miguel stirring some batter with Gabriella by his side. At least she wasn't too close to the stove.

"Mi niña bonita, my dulce princesa," he hummed along to the song, gently ruffling Gabriella's hair. You stood at the doorway in silence, a small smile making itself known on your face despite how mad you were at Miguel. Gabriella attempted to push off his hands, but even she couldn't hide how much she was enjoying this time with him. "Mami, you finally got up!" Gabriella called you over once she noticed you.

"When'd you take the time to learn how to make these?" Usually it was you that took care of the cooking. "I'm not completely useless in the kitchen, I'll have you know," Miguel retorted, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. Though you knew better. You could see a couple pancake pieces sticking up to the ceiling. Just how long had he been up to try to perfect this skill for Gabriella? "Take a seat, they'll almost be done. The sous chef's been doing an excellent job helping."

"Papi promised we'd go to the aquarium today, to make up for missing my birthday," Gabriella announced as you were in the middle of pouring syrup onto your pancakes. You had to forcibly stop yourself from reacting, trying to ensure that you wouldn't be having syrup with a side of pancakes. "You sure you can handle it?" You gritted under your teeth when Gabriella went to retrieve her tablet in the living room. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I couldn't. Haven't given you any reason to but have some faith in me."

You raised your brows, waiting for him to realize just how contradictory that statement was. Not that it ever came, though. "Can I stay the night over at my friend's house?" Gabriella piped once she finished her pancakes, all too eager to grab your plate along with Miguel's. You glanced over at Miguel, seeing the resistance on his expression. "Which friend is it?" You questioned, trying to rack your brain if it was something that she mentioned before. "The one from soccer practice, Candice."

After making some calls to Candice's mom to make sure that sleepover was actually something that she was aware of, you gave Gabriella the go-ahead. She practically rushed into her bedroom after the three of you had finished with breakfast, picking out a pair of pajamas and clothes before stuffing them into her backpack. Triple checking it so there would be no reason for room to doubt her preparation. While she was in the shower, you snuck in her stuffed animal. Just as a safety precaution.

The trip to the aquarium was honestly more trouble than it was worth, in your opinion. Parking was nearly impossible, the vein on Miguel's forehead threatening to pop with each turn that he made around the lot. Waiting patiently for whatever spot would open up for half an hour before realizing that no one was leaving. Even Gabriella had started to get fidgety in the back seat, asking Miguel if you all were there yet over and over again. "Just get the valet, I'm sure it won't be that expensive," you suggested, hoping that it wouldn't add on to the frustration Miguel was feeling.

"Wait, hold on," like a beacon of hope, one of the spots opened up just as soon as you said that. Before he had the chance to park the car though, one of the newly arriving guests immediately seized the opportunity and took it before he had the chance. With one slam to the steering wheel, he relented and went over to get in line for the valet parking. "Here, you can watch a documentary on turtles," you pulled it up on your phone before leaving, not that you thought you would have to use it. And just like that, Gabriella immersed herself on what was on the screen.

Seeing the price of valet parking almost made you want to regret ever suggesting at all. Seriously, who charged $50 just for a parking spot? Gabriella let her grip on your phone slip when she was handing it to you, your brows furrowing as you already started to imagine the crack on screen just from the sound it made hitting the concrete. You quickly picked up, pocketing it up before Gabriella started to feel guilty. "Don't worry about it. I was due for a new one anyways," you assured her, holding to her hand while Miguel held her other one.

The three of you were visibly annoyed as soon as you stepped foot into the aquarium, the excitement towards this trip dying down with every single thing that kept going wrong. Not only had it taken half an hour and $50 to even enter, but now, none of the shows were even available? Even the dolphins had gone down with some kind of fish flu. Why it was even so full was beyond you. "Come on, we'll still have a good time," Miguel sounded like he was trying to collectively convince all three of you, offering Gabriella a piggy back ride as compensation.

Gabriella didn't seem to mind it too much, her head raised like she was royalty while perched on Miguel's shoulders. His grip on her legs was tight, assuring she wouldn't fall down. Given that she had a tendency to test herself and lean as forward as she could when one of the fish approached. You'd never seen her this excited about a trip before. You quickly realized the reason for her excitement. Miguel kept giving her subtle facts about each of the different species that you approached, whether from his own brain or the information board put up.

And she held on to every single word that escaped from his mouth, listening to him like he was the most interesting man in the world.

After seeing how full the gift shop was at the end of the tour, you decided to wait outside with a couple other guests. All you could hope was that Miguel would talk to her while the two of them were inside, give her some of that connection that she longed for. She came back bouncing back with a shark plushie— one identical to the one Miguel had gotten you on a prior date. Just the sight make your resolve melt a bit. You glanced over at Miguel, seeing him give you a shrug. "It's what the princess wanted."

Exiting the aquarium was almost as troublesome as entering, a line of cars parked at the exit. Gabriella didn't seem to mind it as much, plotting a story line with her as a mermaid with the shark. It'd been a while since you got the chance to see her be so animated. Throughout the car ride, she couldn't stop talking about how the trip at the aquarium and explaining the exhibits to you in explicit detail. Well, that was until you got to Candice's house. She was quick to leave as soon as she saw her friend waiting outside, her two feet almost too slow to match her energy.

The tension in the air was thick from the moment Gabriella had departed the car but it was much more obvious now that the two of you were stuck in a room together. After making a beeline to go change into a pair of shorts and a shirt—calling it a night, you were surprised to find Miguel still laying on the bed. Idly tapping at his phone with one finger, the faint sound of a Candy Crush!reaching your ears. You figured that he would've left to go monitor the city after spending the day with Gabriella. Maybe he was determined to make it work this time around.

No.

You couldn't start thinking that way just because he bothered to stick around for one evening.

He settled in between your legs, continuing to tap away at the screen. As much as you wanted to protest, you decided not to. From this angle, you could see him struggling with solving level 3976. How much time had he seriously dedicated to this game? Time that he hadn't spent dedicating towards you. Great. Just the thought was enough to piss you off once more. You grabbed your own phone from the bed stand, forcing yourself not to roll your eyes every time one of those stupid family channels showed up. If you had to bet, you'd guess their marriage wasn't that good either.

Miguel looked up at you from his spot in between your legs, with furrowed brows and brown irises practically boring into you. He looked so needy.. so desperate. "Please mamita, I need you. I need to touch you again," he pleaded, his lips leaving a searing sensation as he kissed up your leg. It'd been too long since you'd received any form of intimacy from anything other than your fingers and your vibrator. And while they did get the job done, they didn't exactly offer this kind of foreplay.

He moved the flimsy material of your pajama shorts to the side, kissing the innermost part of your thighs. Your fingers tugged at the strands, trying to pull him to your cunt. With every single teasing breath against the thin material, you could feel yourself clenching around nothing and dripping onto your panties. "Not yet," and the bastard had the nerve to laugh. It was the last sound you heard before you felt a small sting on your thigh, your eyes almost popping out of your skull. When he said he was Spider-Man, you'd been expecting the whole swinging around.

What you hadn't been expecting, however, was a pair of fangs that were almost the same length as your head. Just how far did the extent of these spider powers go? You were thinking of every possibility, unaware that you'd even spaced out. He regained your attention by pulling the waistband of your shorts, the elastic snapping against your skin. "Only thing you have to be focused is on me," he spoke up before you had the chance to say anything, moving to take off your shorts off. You raised your hips, your panties and shorts falling off in one swift motion.

He'd been nothing but desperate earlier, but his touch almost seemed reverent this time around. Kissing up your legs as if you were something to worship, drinking up your gasps as if they were the finest tunes he'd ever listened to. His hands pried your thighs open, leaving you completely exposed to him. Only before he got the chance to lean in was that you got the chance to see just how desperate for this he truly was. His pointer finger ran through your folds, collecting whatever slick had started to accumulate.

"You say you want a divorce but this pretty cunt's telling me a different thing," almost like he was timing it—which he was, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt. A loud squelch echoed through the otherwise silent room, a small groan escaping from your lips. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him hear your moans. "Let me hear you mamita. Let me hear good I'm making you feel," he prodded, his fingers moving in a scissoring motions. You bit on your bottom lip, a muffled moan escaping your lips.

"Eso, no me nieges. Te lo ruego."

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt, his eyes boring into yours as he licked the glistening slick off them. Practically feining to get every single drop. He leaned in to be face-level with your cunt, licking a stripe up your folds before parting them apart with his tongue. "Oh fuck," the moan slipped out of your lips before you had a chance to think better of it, the small chuckle he let out against your cunt vibrating throughout your body. His head moved from side to side, practically engulfing himself in between your legs with his nose pressing against your clit.

Your legs trembled in his grasp, struggling to keep them open when all you wanted to do was close them around his head. You wanted him to stop. You wanted him to keep going. The constant whiplash was enough to make you into a whining mess underneath him, despite your better judgement. "Please," you didn't even make sense to yourself. You weren't exactly sure what it is that you were even begging for. "Shh, it's okay. I'll give you what you need," and yet, he seemed to understand your pleas perfectly.

His mouth closed around your clit, his eyes boring into yours as he sucked on the neglected nub. Your nails dug into his scalp, a groan escaping from his lips. Like a domino effect, that small groan vibrated against your clit which caused you to only tighten your grip on his hair. You bucked your hips to meet his lips, his grip on your legs tightening. "I got you mamita, just let me take my time pleasing you," he murmured, kissing a trail from your inner thigh to your folds once more. His tongue fell flat, licking a stripe up your glistening folds.

The tip of his tongue prodded at your entrance before the wet muscle pushed inside, your juices leaking down to his mouth almost instantaneously. If anything, he didn't seem to mind it. He almost looked like he was in complete bliss. Miguel made no attempt to continue the ploy he'd started with the eye contact earlier, his eyes shut as he got lost in the taste of your essence. "Oh, Mig, Mig, Mig-" Broken fragments of his name escaped from your lips as his pointer finger rubbed small circles on your clit, the dual stimulation enough to have your toes curling.

You reached down to play with your erect nipples, rolling them in between your fingers. The orgasm you were chasing was so close, so attainable. "Gonna cum, gonna cum," every single word from your vocabulary seemed limited. All you could do was repeat yourself and hope that he would get the picture. "That's it, you got it," he coaxed you into an orgasm, your toes curling and your grip on his hair tightening. If anything, he seemed to revel in how you were gripping him.

Every word at the tip of your tongue failed you as you came with a shudder, your release coating his mouth and chin in the process. Miguel eagerly took every drop that you had to give, even going back into your cunt to get anything that he might've missed. You practically had to push him off before he started to eat you out again. While you knew that he could handle it, you weren't too sure that you could. You let your back hit the mattress, basking in the afterglow from your orgasm.

Before Miguel had the chance to finish with unbuttoning his pants, you took the chance to clear your throat. His hands halted their movements, his eyes shooting up to you like a deer caught in headlights. "With the way you've been acting, do you seriously think you've earned the right to fuck me?" You questioned, seeing his expression visibly deflate as he removed his hands from the buttons. "Please. I'll do anything, mi vida. Es tortura tenerte tan cerca y no poder tocarte," it was a rare sight to see.

Miguel prided himself in being above begging. And yet, here he was.

"Go on and lay on the bed for me," your tone offered no room for protests, his steps quick as he went to lay down on the bed. You trailed your hand from his knee to his crotch, cupping his heavy balls in your palm. "Look at me and tell me you have the right to fuck me, if that's the case," you spoke up, looking over at him as your hand switched from one ball to the other. Giving each the same amount of attention. You watched as he opened his mouth, closed it back up again, and repeated the process until he eventually gave up.

"I can't," he huffed out, almost in a whisper. You reached over in your bedside table, pulling out your trusty vibrator. "And why's that?" You asked him, your touch featherlight when you rubbed the vibrator against the outline of his cock. Just enough to give him a taste of what he could have. "Because I don't deserve to fuck you. I know. But I'm still selfish," he admitted after a while, his words barely above a whisper. Good enough of an answer for now.

A shaky groan escaped from his lips when you turned the vibrator on, the lowest intensity almost too painful to bear. Shudders ran across his body as you rubbed the vibrator on the tip of his cock, sliding it down to his frenulum. "Ngh, don't stop," his voice was practically a whimper by this point, his hips bucking to meet your touch. Not that you allowed for that continue for long though. You pushed your thighs down with one hand, his muscles flexing underneath your grasp.

You moved the vibrator to rest against the tip of his cock, precum leaking onto the tip of it. You tentatively brought it up to your lips, swirling your tongue around it as the familiar salty taste overwhelmed your senses. His eyes were locked on yours, his hips bucking up in some miserable attempt to gain some friction. You set the vibrator back on the tip of his cock, a hiss escaping from his lips. "Turn it up."

"What's the magic word?" You shifted to grab the remote, lowering the intensity despite the groans that escaped from his lips. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, if you had to be honest. Well, the closest he could get to that point anyways. "Pl.." he couldn't finish his sentence, a choked groan escaping from his lips. He looked over at you, like he was expecting you to understand. And while you did, you also wanted him to use his words. Hear how pretty he sounded begging.

"P-Ple-nghh."

“Plea-shockk."

"P-Ay mierda."

It was a cruel game you were playing, you were aware. You kept the vibrator at the same speed, raising a brow as you looked at him. "Sounds like you don't really want it," you taunted, deciding to put the vibrator to the highest level possible. Only for a fraction of a second, though. Just as quickly as relief had come for him, it was gone. He let out a groan, trying to will the word to slip out of his mouth. Just one word.

"Please," it seemed like your little show of motivation had finally paid off. You turned the intensity of the vibrator gradually this time around, allowing him to get used to the sensation. "See what you get when you ask nicely," you decided to taunt him even further despite knowing better. You knew your cunt would be paying the consequences for your relentless teasing later in the night. Not like the thought mattered now, though. Not when you had Miguel begging and at the verge of tears just for your touch.

His balls felt heavy to the touch, almost like he was at the point of cumming. You gave both of them equal attention, rolling them in your hand. Miguel's eyes could only clamp shut, his mouth parted. "Please let me cum, so close," he begged so nicely, a couple drops of precum leaking down to your thigh. You could always be generous and let him cum. Then again, the idea of prolonging his orgasm was just too enticing to resist. Each buck of his hips became more erratic, more needy. Before he got to that point of climax, you pulled the vibrator away from his cock.

"I asked nicely," he pointed out, his voice cracking slightly. He scrambled to sit up, almost searching your expression to see if he'd done something wrong. "I'm aware," you simply responded, wiping your vibrator before placing it on the nightstand to clean it throughly later. "I just didn't feel like letting you," you added, waiting to see if he'd offer more resistance. You could see he wanted to say something, but he was holding himself from saying anything. Smart man.

Miguel set a pillow underneath your stomach, your back set in a mean arch as you laid on it. He stepped behind you, his thumb rubbing against your folds before he dipped it inside. Your wetness immediately engulfed his finger, your walls stretching out as he pushed it deeper inside. "What happened to the attitude you had earlier, hm?" He used the same taunting tone that you had, mocking you. A protest died in your throat as the tip of his cock went inside your folds, your head craning back to look at him.

"Just the t-"

"Yes, yes, just the tip. I promise," he cut you off before you had the chance to finish speaking, rolling his eyes. You were already testing his patience by allowing just the tip. He retracted, the tip of his cock an angry shade of red as precum dripped down his shaft. Your walls clenched and unclenched rhythmically, your own body betraying your resolve. He pushed the tip inside once more, keeping it inside your wet cunt. "Please, let me fuck you properly. You're punishing both of us, not just me."

And here you would've figured that his negotiations were reserved just for the state of Nueva York. You shook your head, determined to see this through. "If it's not enough for you, we can just stop here," And how you wished your voice would've come out with more bite. Now you sounded just as needy as he did. Maybe even more. "No, no, it's fine," he was quick to respond, retracting. It was almost painful how slow he was going, almost making you want to give up on this whole argument. Getting stubborn wasn't getting you anywhere.

"Please let me fuck you properly," he pleaded after a couple thrusts, his hands on your hips. Well. At least you didn't have to give in first. "Fine," you tried to sound annoyed, though you weren't convincing him any better than you were yourself. A strangled gasp left your mouth as he bottomed out, your cunt stretched out to the brim. Your walls clenched against his shaft rhythmically, trying to get used to the intrusion. Your hands reached over for the pillow above you, your grip on it tightening as he pulled out.

His skin slapped against your own with each thrust that he made, his grip on your hips tightening. "Don't stop, Mig! So, so good," he'd turned you into a babbling mess within a matter of seconds. "Wasn't planning on it," he responded quickly, each word punctuated with a harsh thrust. You craned your head to look at him, the sight having a new wave of arousal coat his cock. His head was lolled back, his face contorted into one of pure pleasure. You rocked your hips to match his rhythm to the best of his ability, your ass smacking against his hips with every movement.

"Oh shock, slow down," he was mesmerized by the sight of your ass rippling with each move that you made, one of his hands reaching down to cup the flesh. "Not gonna last long if you keep at it," he added, raising his hand before giving your ass a slap. The mixture of pain and pleasure mixed together, your own release starting to approach. "Fill me up, Mig!" You could only whine that out, a groan escaping from his lips at your words. The hand on your ass moved down to your clit, his thumb rubbing on the nub in circles. Fervent circles to match the pace of his sloppy thrusts.

You clamped tightly around his cock, your arousal coming out of you in waves. Your stomach hit the pillow underneath you, your body giving out on you. As soon as you clamped around him, Miguel knew his own orgasm wasn't too far off. With one final thrust, he shot his cum up your cunt. Filling you up like you'd asked. He pulled his flaccid cock out of you a couple moments later, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers pushed back the cum threatening to drip down before he went over to get a wet towel to clean you up.

"It shouldn't take me threatening to divorce you for you to get your act together," you spoke up once you managed to catch your breath, wiping the sweat off your forehead. Not exactly the topic that you would've imagined talking about after sex. But you figured it was important for him to know that just a good lay wouldn't be enough to resolve this issue. He swiped his arm over his forehead, wiping away at nonexistent sweat beads. Something to do while he tried to figure out what to say.

"I know. And I'm sorry that it ever got to this point, I promise that I'll spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you how worthy I am to be next to you," he spoke up after a few moments, turning to face you. His hands itched to be wrapped around you, for some semblance of that intimacy that he'd neglected for so long. But he didn't make any effort to touch you. He knew it'd take a while for you to get to that point. The conflicted expression on your face was enough to tell him that you didn't believe him.

And it's not like you were looking forward to starting any issues between the two of you. But with the amount of empty promises and "I'm sorry's", you figured that you'd earned the right to doubt him. You got up, putting up your pajamas in an attempt to divert the conversation. You didn't want to voice that you were worried about him failing to fulfill his promise. "I know you don't believe me, but I promise I'll do my best to prove it to you," he whispered, pulling the blanket over the two of you before exhaustion overtook your body.

Instead of the usual emptiness that you'd grown used to waking up to, you found Miguel laying by your side with his arms tightly wrapped around your body. Like he didn't want to let you go. "I can feel you staring," he mumbled, half asleep as he begun to stir. He kept one arm wrapped around you, bringing the other hand up to his face to rub his eyes. "Just surprised you're not at work yet," you responded, pushing a couple stray hairs away from his forehead. "Well, I'm trying to prioritize my family a bit more."

His promises didn't feel as empty as the ones he'd spoken about before. He seemed determined to bring them into fruition this time around. Or at least you hoped that he would. For you and Gabriella. "I know it doesn't amount to much with how many times I've said it, but I really am sorry for neglecting you for so long. I got so carried away into maintaining the safety of Nueva York that I forgot to maintain my own marriage."

"I know you can't be everywhere at once. Me and Gabriella are aware you have responsibilities but still.. I don't want to have to feel like I'm being selfish for asking for some time with my husband," you spoke up after a couple seconds, looking over at him. Neither of you made any attempt to leave your bed just yet, too engulfed in the temporary state of bliss. "And you won't have to feel that way anymore, I promise."

Maybe things would work out for the better this time around.

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is it just me or I’m in love with this man

Hello! Can anyone help me find this fanfiction please!! It’s a miguel o'hara fanfic. It about the reader (who’s is spider women) who didn’t listen to Miguel went by herself to a different dimensions. One day she needed help and went to find Miguel twin in another dimension. Turns out that twin is half spider body and half human. The story continues on with reader and the twin love story.

Thank you!!!!

I wanna write a miguel o' hara fanfic but I'm bland on ideas, someone out there willing to help me out?

Mans fine asf

Also I don't write smut, just a heads up.

And I don't write stuff with babies/ reader and him being parents. I've had my fair share of writing that type of fanfics. (And I don't even like kids.)

Heyyy, can you please write about Miguel getting sick and the reader taking care of him?

YES I Do, thank you for asking < 3.

Also here's the finished result : ).

Miguel O’Hara Masterlist

《 Requests for homeboi are closed : ) 》

The 000 'series' are really just separated one shots unless stated otherwise.

001

Fluff

Summary: In which you, his best friend, takes care of him when he’s sick.

002

Fluff, twinge of angst if u squint

Summary : Miguel's not very happy when he finds out you've walked home by yourself last night(morning)?

003

Fluff, bit of an angsty ending

Summary: In which you're sick. And Miguel's soft.

004

Angst turned fluff

Summary: Miguel has been creating distance between the two of you, something he regrets when robbers come to wreck your house. He hopes he's on time to save you.

005

Fluff

Summary : Miguel being Miguel at his finest.

006

Fluff

Summary: You and Miguel are looking for a new place. And he might be feeling a little jealous/ insecure when your new colleague gets too close to you.

007

Angst, violence

Summary : The people who broke into your apartment take you. Miguel sure as hell won't let them keep you. 

008

?

Summary:

Weak

Angst

Summary: Miguel hates feeling weak, something that you understand more than anyone else.

Secret

Fluff

Summary : Miguel and you are in a secret relationship, yet sometimes he can’t help but snap when he feels slightly jealous

Best Friend Miguel Headcanons

Miguel caring for transmasc!reader

Street racer au!

Dad X Teen Reader fics 》

Woven Home

Symbiote! Reader, fluff, kinda cracky

Summary : Miguel's soft for you. (Parenting is hard.)

Forever Home

Symbiote! Reader, fluff, Angst

Summary : You find yourself afraid to lose your home when Toxin slips up.

( Titleless)

Summary : Hiding your symbiote from your father was pretty easy. Until it wasn't anymore

Imagine your dad meeting your dad from a different universe... || pt.2

X shy!alternate universe daughter whose adopted by Peter and bonded with Venom

Hi can you do a fic with Miguel O’Hara with a fem!reader that has like same spider powers as Miguel and maybe fluff? Thank you🩷

OH MY GOD YES, I WANNA <33 GIMME A WEEK AND CONSIDER IT DONE.

002

Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff, tiniest twinge of angst

Summary : Miguel's not very happy when he finds out you've walked home by yourself last night(morning)?

Wordcount: 1.3k

[ A/N: Here's pt.2 : D. I've decided I'm making this a little connected one shots book.]

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" You didn't text me when you got home last night." Miguel suddenly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that was between the two of you.

Yesterday, you had been taking care of him as he was sick, pampering him a little extra because he deserves it. The two of you had eventually fallen asleep, with you waking up around 3 in the morning and heading back home.

You look up from where you're seated on his desk chair, having been busy playing Good Pizza, Great Pizza on your phone. His back is turned to you, eyes focused on the different screens showcasing the Spiderverse and whatever else.

" Oh, uh, yeah. I must've forgotten. I was so tired, my head went straight for my pillow once I got home." You shrug.

He hums in understanding, although he's a little curious. Who dropped you off last night? He's made it very clear before that he doesn't want you to walk home by yourself at the ungodly hours, no matter how short the walk to your house is. You're the last person he has in his universe (and outside of it, for that matter.) The only person who knows him better than anyone. He'd be damned if something were to happen to you. The thought of it already sets him on edge.

" Who brought you home?"

" Oh, uh, I did-"

" What?" Now he turns to look at you, a displeased look in his eyes.

" What? Everyone was asleep." You shrug.

You turn to look at your phone again, wanting to avoid the look in his eyes. He whisks the device from your grip as you do so, setting it aside on his desk. It's still whitin your reach. When you look up at him again, he's got his arms crossed, a strict look his face.

" I hope you know that I would've thrown whatever's in my reach if you were any of the other spiders. " He points out.

You roll your eyes.

" What, you give them bedtimes too? I can take care of myself. You've taught me enough self defense by now. I know how to handle myself." You huff.

He's aware how you dislike with how careful he's often being.

" I know you can, but you also know why I'm so careful with you. Just wake me up next time you're leaving early in the morning."

" While you're sick? No. Besides, you're barely resting as it is, I'm not waking you the rare times you're asleep." You point out.

You get up from his desk chair, stepping closer to him as you unfold his arms, taking one of his hands in yours.

" Stop worrying about me so much. I'm fine. Take a little more care of yourself maybe though. For me?" You ask him.

He sighs, eyes showcasing emotions he usually hides.

" Just stay over if you don't want to wake me up. We fall asleep together anyway, We can wake up together too."

He's not looking you in the eyes as he speaks, eyes on your joined hands, admiring the size difference. You're not looking at his face either, understanding how he feels. He's glad you're not looking at him, his cheeks having gotten the faintest of pink. It scares him how much he likes the idea of waking up with you.

" I guess we can do that. If it makes you feel better." You hum.

A flash of surprise passes through his eyes, but it's not caught by you. It's not everyday your crush says yes.

However, your sweet moment is broken up when the sound of the door is heard, and so Miguel steps away from you. You give him a small smile before picking up your phone again.

" Oh, Hey Y/N. Since when are you here?" Jessica asks as she steps in the room.

" Uhh, a while? No idea. Speaking of time, I gotta go. My shift starts soon." You say, suddenly realizing the time.

Miguel wordlessly lets the platform go down, but you don't have the patience to deal with that.

" Don't jum-" He sighs as you do so anyway, landing with a loud slam on your knees.

This isn't the first time you've done this, and most probably not the last.

" I don't have the patience for that wacky thing. Anyway, see you around. Maybe I'll be back later, maybe not. Bye!" You tell him with a smile, turning to the exit.

You greet Jessica on your way out, giving her a quick hug before finally leaving.

Jessica looks after your form as you leave, before turning to Miguel with a knowing smile. Miguel ignores the look in her face, instead getting straight down to business.

" How'd it go?" He asks her.

" Well, the anomaly is caught. He's stuck with the other anomalies downstairs. " She tells him.

He nods, turning around to face the screen again.

" Good." 

She knows it's his way if dismissing her.

" Soo, you and Y/N?" She asks suddenly.

Miguel doesn't even glance at her as he responds.

" What about it?" 

" Your feelings for her are pretty obvious. You should ask her out." She suggests.

He glances at her with a sigh.

" Not obvious enough for her to notice." He murmurs in response.

She still heard it either way.

" That's only because she's in love with you too. You should ask her out. She's a lovely woman." 

" No. I can't treat her the way she deserves. She deserves better than me." 

" Maybe. But I doubt she wants anyone else. Just think about it a little more. Y/N is sweet, if you don't make up your mind soon, there's a good chance someone else will ask her eventually. " She points out.

" Yeah, well, we'll see about that." 

He's aware he's close with you. Too close. No one would appreciate having a girlfriend who's got a best friend who's constantly at her heel.

The sound of the door opening suddenly sounds again, and you suddenly come running back in.

" Hey, sorry, forgot my jacket." You puff out.

Miguel turns to you right away. He glances at his desk chair, where your jacket is indeed still hanging on it's back. He picks it up wordlessly to throw it at you. 

You catch it.

" Thanks!" You call again, before leaving.

A teeny tiny smile graces his lips at your behavior. God, he's smitten for you.

" How do the youngsters refer to you again? I think it was whipped. You are 'whipped' Miguel." Jessica smiles.

Miguel barely huffs at her, instead turning around and pushing a button for the platform to go up again.

" Sure. Do you have something better to do or should I see if there's something to do for you here in the building?" He suggests as he goes up.

" No, I'm good. Say hi to Y/N when she comes back in a few hours." She laughs as she heads out.

Miguel shakes his head, putting it in his hands for a moment before finishing back on the task at hand.

' My feelings aren't obvious.'

003

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