saying the most random shit with miguel.
it was around 3am, neither of you could sleep. your heads in his lap, smiling up at him before you speak in a drowsy tone, “do you pick your nose?” miguel glares down at you when he heard those words leave your lips. “…excuse you?” he finally asks. dumbfounded that one, that was the subject and two, why you would think he did that?! “you sound guilty miguel. fess up.” you do that ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound after you finish talking. apparently accusing him for the stupidest shit was what was happening tonight.
“no. i do not pick my nose, mi amor..” his tone disgusted at the fact you’d bring that up, especially as you two where in a cuddly position. “i dunno,” you reply softly, index finger reaching up to boop his nose,sleepily giggling at his frown. miguel internally begging himself to try and keep looking stern. “you…dunno?!” miguel asks incredulously, you…didn’t know??? his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at your head in his lap, expecting an explanation.
so, you started. “well hobie said-“ that’s all you needed to say before the most exaggerated groan comes from miguel’s lips. “cariño. why, just why would you listen to hobie, of all people?” he just sighs, a long long sigh. the night taking all of his energy he would usually use making jabs at hobie.
you start again, “miles also bac-“ miguel groaning “enough.” as he pulls your face up from his lap to kiss you, shutting you up quickly, happily returning it.eventually miguel pulled back, keeping close to you, his voice deeper than usual. sleep trying to take him. “don’t listen to those dumbasses. ones in highschool and the other- the other probably dropped out, maldito infierno.” he grumbles. in response to his under breath curses you settle on his chest miguel’s back being pushed against the couch as you where sprawled in a starfish on top of him. “really? we’re sleeping on the couch?” he asks, too exhausted to even use his super strength to take the pair of you to a proper bed.
“what? you think you’re gonna hurt your back? cuz you’re an old man…” you snicker sleepily, eyes closing as you snuggled into the warmth of his toned chest, one of his arms on the small of your back, the other hooked under your thigh. “yeah. you better be asleep now.” he threatens lightheartedly, eventually dozing off with you.
spoiler alert. miguel did in fact hurt his back in the morning and wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. walking back into HQ, everyone picking up on how he was in a bad mood before he makes an announcement, you hiding behind hobie the pair of you giggling your arses off. “sorry. everyone, i wouldn’t be so grouchy, if someone hadn’t hurt my back.” he speaks, glaring directly at you. as he walks off he’s muttering under his breath. “…picking my nose, mierda estúpida…”



































