Vampire Next Door ⋆⟡⋆ Miguel O'Hara x reader

Ch. 26 come over

"I knew you'd come over," he mutters before taking a drag.

"It smells, Mig. Always a good excuse," you shrug. You hang your coat on his rack, kick off your shoes and collapse beside him on his couch.

"You wanted to see me though. Wanted to see me again hm,"

"Mmmaybe. Or maybe I just wanted to get high," you smile, taking the joint from his hand, taking a lengthy hit. You had a long day.

"Maybe you just wanted to feel good. I can do more than that joint between your lips,"

He leans towards you, eyes on your lips.

"Hm, can you? Doesn't sound like 'taking things slow,' to me, Mig."

"God, you started it. I was just holding you accountable," he argues, shaking his head, stealing the joint back from you.

You scoff, turning to watch him breathe in, eyes closed, chest rising then falling gracefully– a sight you're getting too used to seeing.

He hums, looks down at you, like he's got something to say.

"Have you ever had a dream so good, so realistic, you wake up and it just—makes your stomach drop? Like you made all that progress for nothing?"

You nod. Just last night actually.

"Maybe it was practice," he shrugs.

You so badly want to peek into his mind, want to know what he dreamt of. How can you make it a reality when he's got it locked away in his head?

"Why... I mean, what did you dream about?"

"Nothing you need to know about."

"Fucking asshole," you murmur, getting up to rifle through his pantry.

"God, Mig, you can't just say shit like that then leave me hanging... it's mean," you mutter, so clearly high, sensitive, a bit frustrated.

Did he dream the same dream as you? Was it even a dream?

He follows behind you, and leans on the counter space beside you, taunting you.

"Mean? I can be mean," he says, lowly.

You turn to him for a second, his eyes red, sleepy, still threatening.

"You've already been. Bring it on." you shrug, closing the cabinet.

"Are you challenging me? Me?"

"'Me? Me?' Egotistical much?"

"Call me what you want. But I've never been mean."

"Arrogant. Stubborn. Hard-headed."

"Mm keep going," he whispers, caging you in between the counter. His hand slides up your thigh, his knee between you.

"Mean. Annoying," you spit out, secretly caving at his touch.

"Uh huh," he says quietly, face in your neck.

"Keep going," he whispers, sounds like he's whining, sounds sexual. Too sexual, too good, and you're both too high. Aren't you always?

You slowly stumble to the living room—hands in each other's hair, lips crashing into each others.

Bodies heavy, somehow you both make your way to the couch.

He's leaning onto you, kissing you, and whispering how beautiful you are.

"You fucking potheads,"

You turn quickly to see Vel hunched over in Miguel's window. You both sit up straight, bodies still entangled.

"Vel." Miguel growls, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I could smell this a mile away–I've been smelling this. I mean how long are you going to keep this up? You shouldn't need this much weed to make it work."

"We aren't–" you start,

"This has nothing–" Miguel starts,

"Uh we aren't.. uh weed, nothing—uh uh uh," she mocks, stuttering as you both watch dumbfounded.

Miguel just throws his head back onto the couch. You look at him then back at Vel.

"This isn't the time, Vel."

"I thought smoking was sooo bad for me, Mig. Now look at you. Piece of hypocritical shit."

"We've only smoked like three times this month— no, you know what? I'm not explaining myself to you of all people."

She walks over, takes the joint from his hand then takes a long drag before collapsing between the two of you.

You look at Miguel for a reaction.

He shrugs in defense, "I thought I locked the window!"

You roll your eyes.

Vel puts her legs on yours.

"My invite must have gotten lost in the mail."

"We had tomorrow scheduled for coffee, Vel. Thought I was seeing you then," you remind her.

"Coffee? Tomorrow? With her?" he asks, looking at the two of you like you've been plotting behind his back.

"Mig, you knew about this."

"You mentioned it but you never reminded me!"

"Why would I need to remind you?"

"So I can prepare!"

"Prepare? For what?"

"Nevermind. And you. Where have you been? You don't get to just ditch group meetings like that. We needed you last week. You can ignore me all you want, but don't think for a second you can get away with ignoring your responsibilities."

"I didn't come here for a lecturing."

"Then what did you come for?"

"Missed my friends."

"You've been avoiding us. Don't give me that bullshit, Vel."

"I've been avoiding you. I saw y/n just yesterday."

He turns to you.

"That true?"

"Why are you acting so surprised? I told you we were still friends. You two need to work it out!"

He looks away then nods.

"Yeah, guess we do," he exhales.

The three of you sit in awkward silence.

"Yeah... the discomfort I've caused is telling me I should be going now."

She points at the joint.

"This needs to end. Seriously. Get a grip," she says, shaking her head as she crawls through the window.

"See you tomorrow, y/n," she winks, before glaring at Miguel through the window glass.

"Fuck," you exhale, limbs heavy, eyes tired.

"Yeah." Mig mutters, throwing his head back.

You sit in the mess Vel just left the two of you in.

"Are you mad?" you ask quietly, turning to him.

"No, no. I shouldn't be at least. She's just... a trouble-maker. I'm sure she wanted this."

You nod.

"I do want to work things out with her. She was my friend, and unfortunately, we do work well together."

"Yeah... whenever you're ready. I know it's complicated," you say, fiddling with his fingers on your lap. He nods.

"Yeah but no, I'm not mad. Just... possessive maybe? Just a little bit. I think," he shrugs, hands finding their way to your ankles.

"Little bit, huh?" you tease, nudging him as he smiles back at you, shaking his head.

"A healthy amount... plus an unhealthy amount," he mutters before pulling you onto him, pulling you into his kiss.