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inlovewithflaws · 18 days

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Hiya :)

for anyone here and for anyone new, i'm boutta start writing oscar isaac fics too, so if anyone is interested i'm here :)))

#oscar isaac

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inlovewithflaws · 18 days

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hello

to anyone who is still here... MY ACCOUNT GOT GOD DAMN HACKED

i couldnt login for MONTHS and i just managed to get it back so im so so sorry

hopefully we'll get back on track, hopefully SOMEONE ANYONE is still here

#miguel o'hara #spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #inlovewithflaws #spiderman 2099 x reader

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Like Little Kids

Earth 928. Year 2073.

First day of kindergarten.

Little Vanessa walks in holding her mom's hand, excited to be somewhere new. Mama had told her what school was. Mama said she'd pick her up everyday after work, with a big big hug.

"Okay mija. You're going to be good for me, okay baby?" mama got on her knees, she pushed her little curls out of her face and fixed Vanessa's purple dress. "Remember what I told you, mi vida?"

"Be kind, be sweet, and be fair." Little Vanessa repeated her mama's words.

"Good girl. I love you." mama smiled proudly.

"I love you too, mama." Vanessa hugged her mama tightly. Mama kissed her forehead and the teacher took Vanessa's hand.

She walked around the classroom. Kids running and playing and she smiled at miss Maria. Miss Maria grinned in return and took her bag, letting her run and play. Vanessa decided to introduce herself to a group of kids who were all sitting together and playing, but as she walked towards them, she saw a little boy looking frustrated and uncomfortable. She kept looking at the kids, then the boy, the kids, the boy...

"It's not fair.." she mumbled to herself tilting her head. "mama said to be fair."

Vanessa marched her way to the little boy and sat right in front of him.

"Hello." she smiled widely, the boy looked at her sniffling.

"H-hi."

"Why are you crying?"

"Cause I don't have any friends, and I miss my mama."

"I can be your friend if you'd like. What's your name?"

"Miguel. What's yours?"

"Vanessa. Do you want a hug, Miguel?"

Little Miguel nodded and the kids hugged until he felt better.

"Do you want to play a game, Miguel?" Vanessa asked happily.

"Okay!"

The kids played together all day long. They even talked to a few others but they spend most of their day with each other, running, picking each other up, running again. Until mama came to pick Vanessa up. She ran in her arms and she held her.

"Mi Vida! How was the first day?"

"It was good mama! I made a friend!"

Mama put Vanessa down and walked outside when the little one spotted Miguel with his mama. Vanessa tapped on his shoulder and he hugged her.

"Goodbye, Vanessa!" he smiled widely.

"Goodbye, Miguel! We'll play again tomorrow!"

Earth 928. Year 2080.

Someday in 7th Grade.

"Did something happen? " Miguel asks as he sits down next to Vanessa who's picking on her lunch.

"I got a C in math again."

"Damn... How?"

"I don't know! I did just fine until the previous test! Always A! And now I'm just-- ugh!" Vanessa pressed her forehead against Miguel's shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll help you for the next one, okay?" Vanessa looked up.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're the smart of the duo, you gotta keep that title."

They both laugh, miguel gave Vanessa his sandwich, it had pickles and he knew they were her favourite.

Earth 928. Year 2086.

Last day of 12th Grade.

"What the fuck Miguel!!!" Vanessa screamed at Miguel.

"Oh, fuck off! You knew this was gonna happen!"

Miguel got in a fight with Vanessa's boyfriend, Trevor, and he broke up with her.

"Why would you fight with him?! It's my relationship! My relationship doesn't concern you!!!"

"Nothing concerns me anymore, huh?!"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Ever since you started going out with guys you've completely forgotten about me! You keep blowing me off! For who?! For pieces of shit and jocks like Trevor!"

"He loves me."

"I love you too! We've been best friends for 13 years, Vanessa! Do you really think I don't care about you?!"

"No, I don't because if you did, you wouldn't have interfered."

"A true friend--"

"Maybe we're not true friends"

Vanessa quickly covered her mouth with her hands. She was so angry and she said the one thing she promised to never say, and the one thing she didn't even believe. She tried holding his arm but Miguel quickly backed away.

"Miguel-"

"It's okay. Just-"

"It's not oka-"

"Vanessa stop. Don't."

Miguel walked out of her room and left her house heartbroken. Vanessa sat on the ground crying. 13 years of friendship gone in one lousy sentence she didn't even mean. Everything, just... Gone.

Miguel walked home holding back tears. He loved her so much. Maybe even more than she loved him. That hug that she had given him on the first day of kindergarten marked his heart. Vanessa was his best friend. His everything. Always there for each other. She had helped him with the problems with his dad. She had helped him practise soccer although she admitted being shit at it. Miguel danced with her at her quince.

They had planned everything. To the last thing. How they'd drive to ecah other's colleges. How they'd be the godparent to each other's children.

Gone.

Earth 928. Year 2088.

They day of the canon.

"Ma, it's fine. It's for extra credit."

"I don't know Vanessa..."

Vanessa and her mom were in a lab at alchemax, Vanessa volunteered in dimension travel for some extra credit. Someone gave her a bracelet that would make sure she stayed in tact. Mom was worried. She didn't like this.

And mom was right. The project got fucked up mid experiment, and Vanessa got sent off in a different dimension and got stuck there.

Earth 249. Year 2023.

The other day of the canon.

Vanessa looked at the portal closing and got terrified. She was stranded. Nowhere to go. She still was in Nueva York, but not her Nueva York.

She managed to find a small abandoned apartment that had an eviction notice on the door, to spend the night. The next morning was awful. She woke up feeling lost. She saw a little purple spider walking on her hand and she lifted it to look at it better.

"Hey budd-ow!"

The spider bit her, and quickly left while she placed her mouth on her wound.

"Ugh, great..."

Earth 249. Year 2024.

Right back where we started from.

Vanessa swung around buildings chasing what looked to be a black and white snake man that terrorised the people of Nuaiva York.

"Look, man! Just stop running and we'll have a decent conversation!"

"Όχι!"

" Cut the Greek! I told you I don't understand you!"

The man attacked Vanessa again and she managed to shoot enough webs to keep him still on a wall.

"Decency. Thank you." she panted out. "Now, please tell me what happened. I've got more villains I need to get."

"One moment I'm at my house counting my flakes, next I'm here."

"But how--"

Vanessa was interrupted by a bright orange light and a much taller muscular spiderman jumped out.

"Party's over."

Spiderman grabbed Fidos, and sent him flying throgh the portal leaving Vanessa speechless.

"Come on." He gestured for Vanessa to step in the portal.

"Nuh-uh."

"Fuck you mean nuh-uh?"

"I mean ain't no way. Last time I jumped in one of these I got sent off in a different dimension and got powers."

Spiderman shot a web around her body and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her through the portal.

"Hey!"

"Càllate pendéja."

To be continued...

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Like Little Kids

Earth 928. Year 2073.

First day of kindergarten.

Little Vanessa walks in holding her mom's hand, excited to be somewhere new. Mama had told her what school was. Mama said she'd pick her up everyday after work, with a big big hug.

"Okay mija. You're going to be good for me, okay baby?" mama got on her knees, she pushed her little curls out of her face and fixed Vanessa's purple dress. "Remember what I told you, mi vida?"

"Be kind, be sweet, and be fair." Little Vanessa repeated her mama's words.

"Good girl. I love you." mama smiled proudly.

"I love you too, mama." Vanessa hugged her mama tightly. Mama kissed her forehead and the teacher took Vanessa's hand.

She walked around the classroom. Kids running and playing and she smiled at miss Maria. Miss Maria grinned in return and took her bag, letting her run and play. Vanessa decided to introduce herself to a group of kids who were all sitting together and playing, but as she walked towards them, she saw a little boy looking frustrated and uncomfortable. She kept looking at the kids, then the boy, the kids, the boy...

"It's not fair.." she mumbled to herself tilting her head. "mama said to be fair."

Vanessa marched her way to the little boy and sat right in front of him.

"Hello." she smiled widely, the boy looked at her sniffling.

"H-hi."

"Why are you crying?"

"Cause I don't have any friends, and I miss my mama."

"I can be your friend if you'd like. What's your name?"

"Miguel. What's yours?"

"Vanessa. Do you want a hug, Miguel?"

Little Miguel nodded and the kids hugged until he felt better.

"Do you want to play a game, Miguel?" Vanessa asked happily.

"Okay!"

The kids played together all day long. They even talked to a few others but they spend most of their day with each other, running, picking each other up, running again. Until mama came to pick Vanessa up. She ran in her arms and she held her.

"Mi Vida! How was the first day?"

"It was good mama! I made a friend!"

Mama put Vanessa down and walked outside when the little one spotted Miguel with his mama. Vanessa tapped on his shoulder and he hugged her.

"Goodbye, Vanessa!" he smiled widely.

"Goodbye, Miguel! We'll play again tomorrow!"

Earth 928. Year 2080.

Someday in 7th Grade.

"Did something happen? " Miguel asks as he sits down next to Vanessa who's picking on her lunch.

"I got a C in math again."

"Damn... How?"

"I don't know! I did just fine until the previous test! Always A! And now I'm just-- ugh!" Vanessa pressed her forehead against Miguel's shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll help you for the next one, okay?" Vanessa looked up.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're the smart of the duo, you gotta keep that title."

They both laugh, miguel gave Vanessa his sandwich, it had pickles and he knew they were her favourite.

Earth 928. Year 2086.

Last day of 12th Grade.

"What the fuck Miguel!!!" Vanessa screamed at Miguel.

"Oh, fuck off! You knew this was gonna happen!"

Miguel got in a fight with Vanessa's boyfriend, Trevor, and he broke up with her.

"Why would you fight with him?! It's my relationship! My relationship doesn't concern you!!!"

"Nothing concerns me anymore, huh?!"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Ever since you started going out with guys you've completely forgotten about me! You keep blowing me off! For who?! For pieces of shit and jocks like Trevor!"

"He loves me."

"I love you too! We've been best friends for 13 years, Vanessa! Do you really think I don't care about you?!"

"No, I don't because if you did, you wouldn't have interfered."

"A true friend--"

"Maybe we're not true friends"

Vanessa quickly covered her mouth with her hands. She was so angry and she said the one thing she promised to never say, and the one thing she didn't even believe. She tried holding his arm but Miguel quickly backed away.

"Miguel-"

"It's okay. Just-"

"It's not oka-"

"Vanessa stop. Don't."

Miguel walked out of her room and left her house heartbroken. Vanessa sat on the ground crying. 13 years of friendship gone in one lousy sentence she didn't even mean. Everything, just... Gone.

Miguel walked home holding back tears. He loved her so much. Maybe even more than she loved him. That hug that she had given him on the first day of kindergarten marked his heart. Vanessa was his best friend. His everything. Always there for each other. She had helped him with the problems with his dad. She had helped him practise soccer although she admitted being shit at it. Miguel danced with her at her quince.

They had planned everything. To the last thing. How they'd drive to ecah other's colleges. How they'd be the godparent to each other's children.

Gone.

Earth 928. Year 2088.

They day of the canon.

"Ma, it's fine. It's for extra credit."

"I don't know Vanessa..."

Vanessa and her mom were in a lab at alchemax, Vanessa volunteered in dimension travel for some extra credit. Someone gave her a bracelet that would make sure she stayed in tact. Mom was worried. She didn't like this.

And mom was right. The project got fucked up mid experiment, and Vanessa got sent off in a different dimension and got stuck there.

Earth 249. Year 2023.

The other day of the canon.

Vanessa looked at the portal closing and got terrified. She was stranded. Nowhere to go. She still was in Nueva York, but not her Nueva York.

She managed to find a small abandoned apartment that had an eviction notice on the door, to spend the night. The next morning was awful. She woke up feeling lost. She saw a little purple spider walking on her hand and she lifted it to look at it better.

"Hey budd-ow!"

The spider bit her, and quickly left while she placed her mouth on her wound.

"Ugh, great..."

Earth 249. Year 2024.

Right back where we started from.

Vanessa swung around buildings chasing what looked to be a black and white snake man that terrorised the people of Nuaiva York.

"Look, man! Just stop running and we'll have a decent conversation!"

"Όχι!"

" Cut the Greek! I told you I don't understand you!"

The man attacked Vanessa again and she managed to shoot enough webs to keep him still on a wall.

"Decency. Thank you." she panted out. "Now, please tell me what happened. I've got more villains I need to get."

"One moment I'm at my house counting my flakes, next I'm here."

"But how--"

Vanessa was interrupted by a bright orange light and a much taller muscular spiderman jumped out.

"Party's over."

Spiderman grabbed Fidos, and sent him flying throgh the portal leaving Vanessa speechless.

"Come on." He gestured for Vanessa to step in the portal.

"Nuh-uh."

"Fuck you mean nuh-uh?"

"I mean ain't no way. Last time I jumped in one of these I got sent off in a different dimension and got powers."

Spiderman shot a web around her body and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her through the portal.

"Hey!"

"Càllate pendéja."

To be continued...

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Like Little Kids.

This is the intro of a new Miguel series called "Like Little Kids."

This is Vanessa and Miguel's story. Two childhood best friends whos' friendship crumbles in a heartbreaking way, and they way they meet again in the future.

This story does contain an OC, her name's Vanessa Ortega, and this is what she looks like in my mind, like I saw this girl's pictures on Pinterest and I was like THAT. Also if anyone knows who she is please let me know so that I can write her name in this post. Thank you. <3.

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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To respond to if you should continue admirable. YES!! FUCKING YES!! Miguel has to own up to his words one way or another! Besides this is a really interesting concept so i think you can explore it freely as much as you like

I fee like it could go anywhere. Also the suit. In my mind he definitely orders her or makes her another one but not that very moment.

Unfortunately, school's starting and im a senior. In my country we have to sit these Big ass exams to enter university (I think this is universal though) at the end of the year and they're really really really hard so I'll be crying on here and whining all year long.

But!!! ill try to keep a balance because I want to stay sane, so I think an admirable series might be coming your way. Maybe. 🧐

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Should admirable be like an on going series thing because I feel like I can leave it here but I kinda want to explore it

(btw i can't fucking respond to comments I'm so sorry and pissed)

#miguel o'hara #spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #spiderman atsv #2099 #Admirable

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Admirable Part Three

Summary: Continuation of admirable part two.

TW: fem!reader x Miguel, oral(fem), minors DNI, (penetration) sex, nudity.

part one here

“ What is it that you want?”

“ I need to eat you out.”

“ Need?” You ask amused.

“ Need.” He repeats, his usual dominance returning to his voice.

“ Not yet.”

You reveled in your power. Miguel had called you into his office to fuck your brains out like the good little slut you are, but now he was begging to have a taste of that pussy. Just a lick. The problem was, you knew better than that. You knew men. Once he got a taste you'd lose all control, your moans and whines would fuel his ego so much, he'd completely manhandle you. And you kinda wanted that, but you had gone with this dominant narrative for too long now just to stop all of a sudden. But your resilience was starting to wear off.

And just like your resilience, his patience was wearing off as well. Miguel's eyes flashed with anger. He removed his hands from your breasts and sat back, placing them on your thighs. He raised his eyebrow, earning a curious gaze from you and when you least expected it he gripped on your hair and jaw. You looked at him surprised, his talons slightly nibbling your skin. Miguel leaned forward and made sure he kept eye contact.

"You think I'll let you control me?"

"Ain't that what we've been doing all along?" Miguel looked at you amused and smirked.

"I love a good brat."

With a swift movement, he lifted you on his shoulder, ass by his face before smacking it harshly, making the skin underneath the suit red and sting, and making you whimper as you gripped his back muscles. Miguel practically threw you on his desk and looked at you hungrily. His fingers went to caress the sensitive spot between your legs and your lips parted as your brows furrowed.

"You had me fooled..."

"W-what?" You asked him confused.

"I really thought you were a top for a second."

"I--"

Miguel cut you off by ripping your suit and your words turned into a gasp. He pulled all the fabric off you, leaving you bear in front of him.

"Why?" You whined.

"I'll get you a new one."

Miguel's voice was stern. He flipped you around on your belly and ran his hand over the curve of your ass before slapping it again. He pulled your ass higher up and pushed your thighs apart before he leaned down, getting on his knees. His hot breath was telling you he was excruciatingly close to your dripping cunt, and he ran his tongue up your folds once, your back arching naturally.

"So responsive... You want it?"

"Miguel, I-" He smacked you again shutting you up.

"You want it?" He asked again, his voice more assertive this time. You closed your eyes and sighed.

"Yes..."

"Miguel--" Another slap.

"Beg for it, whore." Your cheeks flushed, this wasn't about you. This was about Miguel getting his revenge for making him beg like that.

"Please, eat my pussy."

"Good girl."

Miguel took no time to start eating you out. He positioned himself so that his face was underneath you and spread your folds with two fingers. Your clit was peaking out, all swollen and wet for him and he connected his lips to it, sucking it relentlessly as you squirmed above him, moaning and whimpering his name as you gripped his hair. His grip on your thighs tightened, and his hand landed on your ass again making you jump. You could feel his lips curl into a smile as he devoured your cunt, tongue flicking quickly. You got overwhelmed. Miguel kept groaning on you and the vibrations were what pushed you over the edge. Your knees gave out, the knot in your stomach tightened, your thighs and voice trembled and you practically collapsed on his face, more of you becoming available. Miguel was proud. He didn't stop, no matter how much you tugged on his hair.

"Miguel please!" You whined out loudly, and with his hold on your now shaking legs, he flipped you. His chin and neck were drenched, his suit now completely off of him. He looked up at you, the red almost disappearing from his crimson eyes as his fangs showed. He stood up and slid a finger in. You bit your lip but your body sat up the moment he curled his finger to apply pressure on that sweet spot that felt ridiculously good. He pushed you back with his free hand and pushed on your lower belly as you threw your head back. The finger curled again and again until you looked back at him needingly.

"Miguel..." You whimpered.

"Come for me cariño. Give me one more." Miguel rubbed on your clit with his thumb and you felt your orgasm reaching again. With a loud moan, you squirted all over his finger and desk and he removed his hand pleased, as your legs closed themselves instantly and you panted.

"Shit..."

"You made a mess." Miguel took a second to admire what a beautiful mess you were from him. "Doggy or missionary?"

"What?" You looked at him confused. "Why are you asking me?"

"Why not?" he shrugged.

"Doggy."

Miguel grinned mischievously at your response and grabbed your waist to flip you.

"There's condoms in the drawer." He said as he caressed your ass. You reached to open the drawer and pulled one out.

"Why do you have condoms in your office?"

"Why do you think?"

"Touché." You tilted your head and he chuckled.

He ripped the condom open and slid it on. Looking in the drawer you noticed a bottle of lube and reached to pull it out.

"Don't you wa~"

Miguel thrust himself into you with no warning, the lube falling from your hand.

"You're too wet for lube."

Miguel pushed on you until his lower abdomen was touching your ass and you gripped and scratched on the surface of the desk. His hand traveled to your belly and applied pressure on the bump his cock was creating. You whined and looked back at him and his breath hitched at your state. He gripped on your hair and began pounding you.

"Mi propia mujer..." He groaned out.... ("My woman...")

You moaned and whined and squirmed on his dick. Your walls purposefully clenched around him, his breath hitching. He pulled your hair back, your back arching as he pounded into you harder and faster.

"One more cariño. Give me one more..." He said, his tone lowering. He was on the edge of cumming and you wanted him to feel good. His finger reached for your pulsuating clit and he rubbed it again, this time frantically , giving you no choice but to come undone on his cock. He felt you tighten even more around him and pushed as far into you as possible. You moaned loudly as he folded, chest touching your back and cum filling the rubber.

You both panted for a second before he smiled and chuckled, his laugh contagious. He kissed your shoulder and lifted himself up before carefully pulling out and throwing away the condom. You sat on the desk and looked at him, knees on your chest as your hand wrapped around them. Your hair was a mess and a few strands kept falling in between your eyes. Miguel tapped on his watch and put his suit back on, your eyes widening as you picked up your torn suit and looked at him annoyed.

"What?"

"How will I leave now?" You complained and he furrowed his brows.

"I don't care."

"What do you mean you don't care? You tore it apart."

"Okay, and?"

"And?!" You were flabbergasted and Miguel got annoyed. He reached for a little basket on the ground and gave you a clean pair of boxers and a hoodie.

"They'll look like shorts on you, you're tiny."

"I'm not tiny, you're huge. How tall even are you?" You asked standing up and dressing yourself.

"6 foot 9."

"Big ass..."

@choppednerdtriumph here u go (after 29293893 months i posted it <333)

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Shower thought:

Miguel with a celebrity spouse.

Let's be real here, everyone has fantasized of being some sort of celebrity at some point, and practically everyone on tumblr has fantasized of Miguel (sluts including me and I'm proud).

So let's take a moment to think. To think of miguel being a normie in a relationship with a celebrity.

I think it would a lot from his partner's side to even get to him. Since he is spiderman, he wouldn't want his secret identity out and being in the spotlight would not help. That being said, you'd defo have to chase him, and lbr we all would.

Secondly, miguel would hate paps. With a burning passion. Realistically speaking, and I hate admitting this, I don't think Miguel is as horny as we all want him to be, excluding breeding periods. But he lives for a good quicky, or something in public, so I can definitely see him pulling a Dicaprio and putting a bag over his head to walk around if he were to spot paps.

Thirst comments. HAHA. I feel like he's hot as he is, but when everyone would see him dating a celeb they'd go FERAL. Because I think we view celebrities as these untouchable people, it would make him even more impassive if people saw him pull one (rizz). So thirst tweets would be MAD DARLING. And he'd respond too. Depending on his mood he'd say shit like 'wtf' if he was generally bothered that day to 'damn straight' if he was having a good day and wanted to boost his ego a bit.

Red carpets. They'd be his thing while getting ready. My man would love a good pamper. And then... Flashlights. Awful. He would squint and narrow his eyes, occasionally cover them with his hand so that he wouldn't get dizzy. He'd curse in Spanish to you smiling trying not to embarrass you. Then backstage he'd grab a bottle of water and sit down or just exit the carpet before you.

When you would mention him in interviews you'd boost his ego so fucking much. Like he'd watch the interviews on his phone and smile to himself. He'd be in a damn good mood next time he saw you. BUT. If you caught him watching the videos and smiling to himself he'd get so fucking grumpy and blush so much. He'd be like 'shut up...' and walk to another room.

That was a lot of brainrot. Thank u for coming to my Ted talk 🤗.

(btw I'm in the bus getting home writing this because I got bored asf in here and we still have like 2 hours to go 😭😭😭)

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Are you going to make a part 3 of admirable??

Hi!

Admirable is already written, the problem is its saved on my laptop and im on vacay without it.

BUT. I'm going home tonight so expect admirable tomorrow.

<33

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Mangos 🥭

-> chapter two, first date.

btw i don't know the artist, got this off tiktok, if u know who it is pls comment so that i can give credits <333

You're walking around campus with your earbuds in. Your last class left you with an excruciating headache. As usual, your teacher went over too many things too quickly, letting you get all frustrated trying to take notes, only for him to announce everything is posted.

You sit down on a bench and open the messenger back that's resting on your shoulder to pull out a small container with chopped mango and toothpicks in it. A little smile creeping on your face as you start eating it. Then, as you're enjoying the sweet taste of the fruit, your music abruptly stops.

"Shit, not again..." you immediately complain to yourself taking the buds off and pulling your phone out of your pocket thinking another pair of earbuds has decided to break. And there it is. Miguel's number showing on the screen as his call interrupted your music.

Quickly, you pull the headphones from your device and answer his call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, not really... How are you?"

"I'm good. I'm good." you can hear a pen clicking against a desk in the background.

"You forgot your mangos the other day." Miguel chuckles at your remark.

"I did, didn't I? We're they good?"

"Great. I love mangos." you scrunch your nose regretting your words. You felt so silly and could hear Miguel's amusement at how stupid you sounded.

"I'm glad. Hey, by the way, you don't happen to have anything to do today?"

"Today?"

"Actually, tonight to be specific."

"No, I don't. Why, you're gonna take me out to dinner?" you smile talking to him.

"I am yeah. Text me the location, I'll pick you up at eight. Wear something for downtown. Keep it chill."

"Thanks."

"Bye {name}." you could hear him smiling through the phone.

"Bye Miguel."

You hang up on the phone and bite your lip with a smile. You weren't sure whether or not this was a date or him feeling bad about you. Your smile dropped with that thought. You suddenly felt like charity and hated that feeling.

You went home and got ready. Nothing too much, sneakers, leggings and a body suit. You looked at yourself in the mirror after texting him the address, and your eyes welled up. Hopeless. You pulled yourself together quickly and looked at Miguel's text that he was outside the dormitories. You grabbed your bag and walked out.

Miguel was leaning on his car smoking a cigarette. He was wearing sweatpants and a compression shirt and your heart skipped a beat. His toned physique left you speechless but he was so casual which made you question yourself. Everything about the situation.

"Hi." You smile walking up to him. He smiles back and throws the cigarette to the ground.

"Hey. You look good."

"So do you."

"Come on."

Miguel opened the car door for you and you got inside as gracefully as possible. He got in the driver's seat and drove downtown. Nueva York looks like a scene out of a Wes Anderson movie during the exchange of fall to spring. Orange leaves on the ground while white buds and green leaves blossom on the trees above. Miguel pulled up inside a parking lot, after paying and you both got out.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know." He replied walking which made you raise a brow.

"You don't know?"

"What do you like to eat?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. You like steak?"

"I do."

"Then we're going to a steak house."

You looked down as you both kept walking in silence, in the same silence that was in the car. You stopped feeling a knot in the stomach and Miguel looked at you, his eyes narrowing as he put a hand out for you.

"You okay?"

"I'm not a charity case." There, you said it. Miguel's eyes widened and he looked away nodding.

"Right..."

"I didn't mean for it to come out so harsh..."

"No, it's fine, I get it."

"Miguel..."

"I really wanted to take you on a date. I didn't think of you like that."

"Oh..."

"So, you wanna go back or..." He pointed to the parking lot and you took no time to shake your head.

"No. I... I wanted this to be a date too. And as much as I might be struggling, I didn't want to depend on you."

Miguel nodded again, he placed his arm around your shoulders and continued walking. You smiled a little at his gesture and soon you were at the steakhouse.

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Mhm...okay and? WhAT ABOUT IT???

Also my mind 24 fucking 7:

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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Mangos 🥭

Summary : Late night encounter of a broke college student.

You were eating spicy dollar store noodles for the fourth time this week with your roommate. Diane, was clearly over this entire bullshit, and so were you.

"I'm tired of this. I'm hungry, I'm tired of studying and working and being broke."

"I know. I miss living off of my dad's money, but no. Little miss independent had to defy everyone and everything."

"We need to go grocery shopping. This is ridiculous."

"And grocery shop what? More instant noodles?"

The conversation ended right there and then. Both of you were tired. Later that night you did in fact get hungry again, Diane was asleep so you went to the store to buy, you guessed it, noodles.

You walk in and see a bunch of fruit and vegetables from the organic aisle, and just stop to admire them for a second. Lord knows how long it's been since you've had a proper meal, let alone, fruit. The plumpness of the mangos was mouth drooling and you felt your heart sink walking away from that aisle. You grabbed your usual noodles and headed to the cashier.

"Ah, my favorite brokie" Janice smiled. Janice is the oldest that works at the store and she always takes the night shift. She's covered your tab multiple times before.

"Hi Janice."

"Hot noodles again?"

"Pretty much."

"Dollar twenty sugar."

You uncruble the dollar bill from your phone case and look at her mortified.

"Dollar twenty?!?! Last time it was a dollar." You complain frustrated.

"Inflation darling, need help with it?"

Before you get to turn down her offer the man from behind you stops you by putting a hand on your shoulder.

"It's on me."

You turn to look at the man. He was tall, muscular and very handsome. He practically towered over you.

"Oh, no, please, you don't--"

"Dont worry about it."

He gave two bags full of fruit, one filled with cherries, one filled with mangos and paid for everything. You walked out of the store with him and he handed you your bowl.

"Here."

"Thanks." You replied sheepishly. You could feel him looking at you, but kept staring at the ground.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"I'm Miguel." He extended his hand for you for you and you shook it.

"Nice to meet you."

"Are you okay?" He asked placing a hand on your shoulder and you shook your head trying to stop your eyes from welling up.

"I'm just embarrassed that's all."

"Dont be. How old are you?"

"20."

"You're in college?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, it's fine. I get it. I was a broke student once myself. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

You looked up to meet his gaze. Your embarrassment seemed to dissappear. You smiled back at him. He seemed genuine.

"How old are you?"

"31."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You don't look it."

Miguel chuckled at your compliment.

"Thanks kid. Give me your number." he said handing you his phone.

"Why?"

"I wanna take you out to dinner. A real dinner, none of this junk."

You blushed and put your number in his phone. Miguel called you once to make sure you could save his number.

"Goodnight kid."

"Bye."

Miguel walked away. You took a step and your leg touched a bag. You looked down and saw the one full of mangos. Picking it up you yelled for Miguel but he was gone already. You didn't know if he had left them on purpose or not but you took them home with a smile nonetheless.

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inlovewithflaws · 9 months

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!Masterlist¡

Headcannons.

-> Fluffy Miguel

-> Bedroom Miguel

One Shots.

-> worth the wait {fluff}

-> hard day at work {fluff, sad}

-> late night visits {idek}

-> covered scars {fluff}

-> cry it out on me {fluff, sad}

Series.

-> admirable [chapter one] , [chapter two] [chapter three] {smut} ×complete×(possibility of extension.)

-> mangos [chapter one] , [chapter two] ×on going×

-> like little kids [oc info] , [chapter one] ×on going×

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inlovewithflaws · 10 months

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Cry It Out On Me

Summary: You’ve not been yourself lately but Miguel makes sure to make you feel loved.

Tw: mention of depression, mental breakdown.

Depression’s a hard thing. Although what you’ve been going through is merely an episode, partly because you’ve been overwhelmed with life, partly because your period’s late. So here you are, picking on your dinner at your parents’ house.

“Y/n darling are you feeling okay?” Your mom looks at you concerned and all of a sudden you zone back in, seeing everyone looking at you worried and Miguel holding your hand.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! Just ate lunch late so I’m not that hungry.” You fake a smile.

Miguel squints his eyes at your response. He knew you hadn’t eaten anything since that coffee in the morning. You keep on thinking in your own little world. It’s hard. You can hardly understand what you’re feeling and now people are noticing. You feel your eyes getting heavy. You take a napkin and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You enter and lock the door. You try washing your face with cold water to come back to reality, but you can’t seem to fly back down. Deep breaths. Take deep breaths, fix your hair, force a smile in the mirror and walk back out. You can do it. It’s fine. It’s okay. It’s not, but act like it.

You walk outside and see Miguel putting on his coat and raise a brow as you see your mom packing up your food.

“What’s going on?” You ask.

“They called from work baby. We need to leave now.” Miguel says holding your coat for you to put on.

“What? But I thought-”

“I don’t know what time I’ll be back baby.”

“I can drive back.” Your words seem to hurt Miguel, you can see it in his eyes.

“My love, your car broke down two days ago… Don’t you remember?”

He asks placing a hand on your shoulder. The pain in your eyes is now evident in a way that’s making Miguel practically hear his heart shattering like glass . You nod looking down and wipe a tear from your face.

“Can we go please?” You squeak under your breath.

“What about your parents?”

“Didn’t you tell them about the work thing?” You ask with a shaky voice, bottom lip trembling.

“I did. You’re right come on.” Miguel wraps an arm around you and walks you to the car.

The drive back to your apartment is painfully quiet, but you’re just so disconnected from everything, your gaze empty. Miguel parks the car and looks at you. You can’t hold it in anymore. You feel like you’re dying. Everything hurts. Body and soul. You breathe in shaking, and let the tears fall out. Miguel takes your hand in his, watching you break down. The number of tears falling from your eyes is gutwrenching. Your nose is all red already, your lips are wet from the tears, shaking. Your little cries and moans seem to echo a pain that no human is capable of handling.

“Baby…” He says running his fingers through your hair. “Talk to me. Please. Why?”

“I-i…” You wipe your face with your sleeve sniffling your nose. “I’m not doing good Miguel… A-and- and all I wanted to do is come home and have you hold me and now you’ll leave and I’ll be alone…” You look at him and his forehead scrunches.

“Let’s go upstairs, baby.” He says unbuckling your seatbelt and exiting the car to open your door.

“But, don’t you have to go to work?”

“Don’t worry about it baby. I don’t. I saw– Let’s go upstairs.” He says holding you as you walk up the apartment complex.

He opens the door and you walk in taking your coat and shoes off. He does the same and the moment you’re both out of the extra clothes he grabs you and pulls you into a tight embrace, caressing your head with the palm of his hand, kissing the top of it, making your knees loosen as you grab onto him for dear life. Your body’s completely giving out on you, all you can seem to do is scream and cry in his chest. You can feel Miguel take in deep breaths as he kneels down so that you can both sit on the ground, making you feel guilty. You’re awful already and now you’re hurting the man that you love too. Crying harder your nails dig into his skin, trying to get as close to him as possible.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” You cry out, uncontrollable breaths interrupting you. Miguel cups your red face and gives you a stern look.

“Don’t ever apologize for your feelings. Don’t ever. You hear me?” Miguel’s hurting. He wants to sob the way you do seeing you like this. “My beautiful, precious little girl. My darling, lovely girl. You’re so beautiful, you’re so clever, and perfectly imperfect, and I love you so much. I don’t know why you are feeling the way you are, and if I could I’d take all that pain. I can handle it. Take it all out on me. Please, my love. Please talk to me. I’m here for you. I love you.”

Miguel’s words seem to touch a place in your soul that felt frozen till now. Your lips tremble again and you cry even harder. You let it all out. Everything. You cry for at least two consecutive hours. No words. Just cries, and whimpers and screams and you slowly let all the weight off of you. Eventually, you start to calm down, let him hold you in his arms, rocking you left and right slightly. He’s still here. He’ll always be here. He’s not talking, but you can hear him tell you he’ll never leave you. You can feel the little ‘i love you’s by the way he’s holding you. He’s kissing the top of your head.

“Baby..?”

“Yes, my love?” He instantly responds.

“I love you so much. Thank you.”

“I love you more than anything baby. More than myself, more than everything.” He turns your tear-stained face to him.

“I don’t want you to ever go through that alone. Ever again. Promise you’ll come to me.”

“But I don’t–”

“You’re not a burden. Promise.”

“I promise.”

“C’mere”

Miguel picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, placing soft kisses on your face. He doesn’t let go of you, he runs a warm bath, your favorite bubble bath in it, and he helps you out of your clothing. He gently placed you in the bath and poured with his hands water over your head, caressing your skin, making sure, he washes and scrubs every piece of that sadness off you. He helped you up, letting the water leave the bathtub, wrapped a towel around your hair and your bathrobe over your body, and picked you up again, carrying you to the bedroom.

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to carry you, you could walk, but holding onto him was the only thing that made you feel even just a tiny bit better. So here you are, on the bed, as he pats you down, drying your skin, dressing you up in pj pants and one of his shirts that he knows you love. You smile at him and he kisses the tip of your nose. He proceeds to blowdry your hair and braid it in a simple braid before changing himself. You climb underneath the covers, opening your favorite book, as he makes something for you in the kitchen and comes back with a tray of tacos. You chuckle. No words. You both eat the food, Miguel making sure neither of you makes a mess. After that, you turn your back and lie down, he adjusts the blanket and wraps an arm around you pulling you close. He places his hand on your belly, knowing that you’ve always loved the comfort that comes from this silly little touch and kisses your cheek.

“I love you baby.” He whispers in your ear.

“Can I get a kiss goodnight?” You ask, slightly turning to look at him. He places an arm on each of your sides, sinking into the mattress, and presses his lips against yours.

“I love you.” You say gently caressing his lips as he lies back down.

“I know baby, go to sleep.” He says reassuringly. and pulls you closer to him.

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I just want you to know that - whatever happens - you’ve been one of the few things in my life that made me happy. OSCAR ISAAC & RACHEL BROSNAHAN The Sign in Sidney Brustein’s Window

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inlovewithflaws · 10 months

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Admirable Part Two

Summary: Continuation of admirable pt1.

Tw: Teasing, breast and nipple play

“ I’m guessing you have your preferences...”

“ I do.” He smirks.

Here you are. You find yourself in the very same position you’ve been running away from for the past six months. Once again, in front of a man that has all the power in the world over you. Once again, a plaything, that doesn’t get to choose what will be done to herself. Of course, you can’t deny that Miguel’s hot, probably the hottest one yet.

“ I’m usually on the pole.”

“ And I’m usually working. Make it work.”

Shit... The man’s not come to play...

“ What do you usually ask for?”

“ You want the full order?” He raises a brow smirking at you.

This doesn’t feel like it should. It feels different. Why does it feel different? It’s not. But it is... Shit.

“ Might as well.” You say smiling at him slightly, and he seems to be enjoying your attitude, his red eyes shining at your response.

“ Well, kid I go all the way. Think you can manage?”

“ You’re turning this into a challenge to make me do better.”

“ How did such a smart girl end up as a filthy whore?”

“ Shut up.”

“ Shut me up.”

You see what he’s doing. He’s trying to intimidate you to get you to do everything. And it’s working. You walk toward him and push him down on his chair. Getting on your knees sliding your hands up his thighs, looking in his eyes. You can feel the digital fabric stretching as he twitches underneath your touch and you smirk.

" You’re so sensitive. I wonder, can you even handle me?” You ask, looking at him with doe eyes and he looks away. You quickly grab his face turning him back to you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. For an assertive guy, you sure are quite submissive.” You smirk and he tries moving but you push him down. “Be a good boy. Stay down for me, or is it...”

“ Is it what?”

“ Is it that you can’t contain yourself? I’ve barely touched you, darling, you’re already hard. Tell me, are you leaking with precum for me already?”

Miguel has no response. He called you in here to fuck your brains out, not to get manhandled by a girl half his size. Yet your touch seems to paralyze him. His lips part as his fangs start showing themselves. You notice and place your hand on top of his lips before hooking your thumb in his mouth making him open it for you, smirking at his reaction. You move your hands on his chest climbing on top of him slowly. Too slow. Slow enough for him to flinch at your every touch.

“ Tell me, darling, do you want me?” You whisper in his ear and hear a light grunt with a mumble.

“ You’re going to have to use your words my dear, I’m afraid.”

“ I do.” He responds quickly.

“ How bad do you want me?”

" Bad.”

“ Good boy. Use your words, my love.” You whisper and lean back on his lap.

You take his hands and place them on your breasts, he immediately squeezes them sighing and you feel him grow underneath you. You undo the zipper from the front of your suit, not all the way, but enough to show your cleavage.

“ Shit...” He mumbles looking up.

“ Look at me.” He immediately looks back. “Good, you want to see them, don’t you?”

“ I do. Badly.”

You smirk at his response and pull the zipper all the way to your belly, yet your breasts still don’t expose themselves making him grow impatient and his grip tighten on them. You take his hands and place them on the edge of the fabric, allowing him to pull it out of the way. His eyes seem to get even hungrier once he sees them. He looks back at you practically begging for more.

“ What do you want my love?” You ask, you want to hear him say every single thing he wants.

" I want to suck them.”

“ I’m sure you do. What did I say?”

“ Please...” He says, his voice is so strong yet so submissive. You hold all the power.

“ Fine.” You let him and his mouth instantly sticks to your nipples making you inhale sharply, feeling his fangs brush against your skin. “Look at me.” His eyes open and he looks up at your face. His tongue swirling around. His mouth connecting to each of your breasts playing with them individually. Kissing all the visible skin he can find. You pull him back gently, your fingers in his hair.

“ You want more?”

“ Yes.”

“ What is it that you want?”

“ I need to eat you out.”

“ Need?” You ask amused.

“ Need.” He repeats, his usual dominance returning to his voice.

“ Not yet.”

To be continued...

@choppednerdtriumph (since you asked for more <3)

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