Miguel O'Hara Oneshots

NERDY MIGUEL? (LITERALLY JUST SMUT)

*For background, this chapter will depict Miguel when he was a college student studying genetics, and you're a fellow student that he's kinda always had a thing for. Only thing is--he never expected you to actually give him a chance. Btw, my writing style might've changed since I last updated this, so I hope it's still enjoyable!! Also, I will be jumping right into this because I'm desperate for my writer's block to go away.

"You think I'm pretty?"

It was just the two of you in the lab, after a long day of work, and it was mostly silent, until a slow conversation had gradually revealed itself. It was late, almost 11, so you relied on the light of your computers for sight. 

He looked up and massaged his neck with his hand, rather uncomfortably. You couldn't help but notice the way his jacket tightened around his bicep, even though it was loose around his impressively large frame. How strong was he to be able to strain the fabric?

"I'm not sure how you want me to answer that question," he told you, shifting in his seat. 

"Honestly?" you suggested, smiling brightly. 

His eyes lingered, as if they were being held to yours by an invisible force, before he ripped them away to glance at his computer again. He shrugged casually and clicked his mouse. 

"Honestly, I think I'd be stupid to pretend that you're not objectively beautiful." His voice cracked lightly, and you smiled a little. How could such a big guy be so adorable?

"Objectively?" you asked. "What do you mean?"

"You have... conventionally attractive features, is what I mean."

This was your favorite pastime--flustering Miguel. God, it was so easy, and his tells were the most obvious things in the world--he blushed, he adjusted his metal-rimmed glasses, he touched his neck, he looked down, he started speaking like a walking dictionary. It was... cute. 

Now that you thought about it, it was... hot. Something in your chest flared. Now that you thought about it, he was pretty fucking hot. Those brown eyes that could go from judging to puppy-eyed within seconds, those flawless brown curls, those... muscles. That height. God, you loved his height. You were very tall for a woman, and, honestly, a man, at least 6 inches over the average height. You weren't used to having a man make you feel like he could throw you around, and you had let that dream go a long time ago. But Miguel, if you overlooked his introverted, shy-ish demeanor, could pass for a bear. Where did he even get all those muscles, anyway?

You blinked. Several times. Awesome. You had just fantasized about a classmate who was sitting directly across from you, and looking at you like you were an alien. 

Pull yourself together.

You swallowed, and your comfortable flirtiness returned, thank goodness.

"And past my conventionally attractive features?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. 

He bit his cheek. "I don't understand." 

Yeah, he did. 

"Do you, personally, find me attractive? Like, if you were to forget conventional beauty, would you still think I'm pretty?" you asked him innocently. 

Miguel took a breath and looked at you. Most guys probably wouldn't take the question seriously--most guys were only aiming to get in your pants, and they would say yes without hesitating, without even bothering to think. But Miguel really looked at you, his eyes scanning over your eyes, your lips, your cheeks. 

"'Think I would," he said finally, and, surprising you, didn't look away. Miguel wasn't very good at holding eye contact when he was flustered, so you never really experienced it, but when you did...