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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 20 days

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Spider Society HC:

At Spider Society HQ 'Going Miguel Mode' is now slang for 'going absolutely apeshit'

It's two weeks after ATSV and someone in the food court goes 'Damn they outta honey mustard I'm bouta to go Miguel Mode'

And Miguel is standing there overhearing this like

They see him over there and are like 'oh my god he heard you bro hes gonna go Miguel Mode on you 😳😳😦😦' Miguel can't get a break

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 1 month

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 months

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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 5 months

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Your POV 🥵

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 10 months

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new ride 🏍️༻ (Miguel O’Hara x reader)

author’s note: I had this hot vision of Miguel last week then came across this artwork which completely cemented my idea. Check out the artist!!!! 💘🕸

Summary: Your best friend/crush, Miguel, comes over to study with you. His arrival to your apartment surprises you, and gives you a new reason to procrastinate and get closer to him. CW: none Words: 1461

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I looked down at our text conversation, pacing in my bedroom.

Miguel: I’m on my way from Alchemax :) give me 5

Me: Traffic is bad rn so drive safe :D I’ll be waiting in front Me: Also it’s so dark out so drive carefully. don’t text and drive

I threw my phone on my bed and finishing getting ready and cleaning up my place. I headed out and stood in front of my apartment complex, nearing the sidewalk so he could park and I could help him with his books and our lab equipment, though I knew he would reject my help.

I stared down the street waiting for Miguel when headlights approached, blinding me, and spotlighting me in the darkness. The dark blue motorcycle pulled up in front of me, parking exactly where Miguel was supposed to park. I shyly backed up into the grass to avoid blocking their path. I took a deep breath, “Sir, I was… saving this spot for a friend,” I blurted, attempting to be assertive. He took his helmet off, revealing Miguel under. "Oh yeah?" he asked, smirking as he wiped sweat from his forehead. "Miguel," I muttered, confused.

His wavy brown hair was messy, damp with sweat, cascading onto his face, and his cheeks were rosy. I admired his black fingerless gloves wrapped around his muscular hands, which gripped tightly around his motorcycle’s handlebars. He wore a compression shirt, snug around his biceps, and his dark gray pants that his crimson boxers peeked out of. He turned the engine off then got off of it. He grabbed his backpack and textbooks out from the back of the bike and slung it onto his shoulder, while I grabbed the heavy textbooks from his hands and continued to stare at him in awe.

I snapped myself out of it as Miguel looked at me through his furrowed brows, while he locked his helmet to his mirror. “Miguel, when were you going to– I mean– since when did you have a motorcycle?” I asked, interrogating him. “Since always,” he replied, shrugging. He walked past me and towards my apartment, avoiding my questions, and supporting his guiltiness. I chased after him.

“No, you liar, I’ve never seen… When did you even…?” “Y/N, I always bring the car so you can ride with me. It would be too dangerous and… I wouldn’t want to risk anything with you,” he explained. “So you only drive your car… for me?” I asked, hiding how flattered I was. He nodded.

“Okay but that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve still been keeping this from me,” I shrugged, “I mean, Miguel, you’ve been living a double life. You’re a double-agent, double-crossing, traitor, backstabbing, liar,” I accused jokingly, chasing after him. I caught up to him at my door, as I watched him scoff and smile, avoiding me as he opened my apartment door and entered before me.

“You have to make it up to me,” I exclaimed, “I mean, don’t you think it would be a little fucked for you to drive over here with your fancy new ride, and rub it in my face just to not let me ride with you,” I said, shrugging, blocking his way. “And that is exactly why I kept it from you,” he said, sarcastically smiling, walking around me and into the kitchen. He dropped his backpack to the floor as I placed the pile of books onto the kitchen counter. He sat at the counter, dragging the textbooks in front of him, and opening them up, ready to study. “But– but–” “It’s not safe, Y/N,” he declared, firmly. “Damn, okay,” I muttered, sitting beside him, slumping and slowly opening up my notebook. I sighed and began to write. He turned to me then hung his head low, sighing to himself, and muttering in Spanish.

“You brat,” he said, as he stood up and slammed his textbook closed. He walked towards the front door, heading back to his motorcycle. I followed happily behind him.

He stood beside his motorcycle, his hands on his hips, “Get over here,” he demanded. I walked quickly across the grass then arrived on the opposite side of his motorcycle, awaiting his instructions.

“Get on top,” he demanded. Never thought I’d hear him say those words. “Okay, geez” I muttered, slinging one leg across the bike, trying to climb up. He watched me struggle, his arms crossed, as he rolled his eyes. “Not all of us are fucking 5’9” Miguel, help me up,” I exclaimed, annoyed.

He came to my side of the bike, and put his hand underneath my thigh, lifting me up onto it.

I sat on his bike, as he stood tall beside me. “Nice,” I said, nodding excitedly. “Good, now safety,” he said, pulling an extra helmet out from the back. He grabbed his helmet and rested it on my lap as he helped me put the spare on. He brushed my hair back, gently moving it out of my face and sliding the helmet onto me, adjusting it. He lifted the shield up so he could see my eyes.

“Do I look cool?” I asked, grinning with my eyes. He stepped back, taking in the view of me hovering on his bike. “So cool… and kind of…” “hot,” I finished, confidently. “I feel like all-black was the way to go today,” I said, looking down at my pants, tracing my hands along my hips and thighs. He nodded, smiling down at me, “you do look… hot,” he affirmed, nodding, his gaze soft on me. He cleared his throat then came back closer to me, adjusting the helmet.

He traced his fingers down from the bottom of the helmet to the black cord around my neck. “You’ve always eyed this one,” I whispered nervously, as I looked up at him. “Triquetra: body, mind, spirit,” he said, tracing it. I nodded. “Your Irish is showing,” I muttered, nudging him as he smiled down at me. “Take it,” I said, as I undid it and began to wrap it around his neck. “No, what are you doing, Y/N? It’s yours,” he argued, gently pushing my hands away. “Don’t be annoying. I’m going to Dublin this summer, I’ll buy a new one,” I pushed. He surrendered, as I wrapped it around his neck. I continued, “This one has been mine since forever, so it has luck and my… essence, so you can… wear it when you’re driving or whenever you need protection,” I reasoned, clasping it.

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m never taking this off,” he said, looking down at it, his fingers caressing the charm. “So,” he took a deep breath then climbed onto the bike, now sitting in front of me. He pulled his helmet on then turned it on, now gripping the handlebars. “Scoot closer to me,” he said, reaching behind him to grab my arms and wrap them around him. “We’ll ride, but only for a bit,” he asserted. “Okay,” I whispered. He reached back and grabbed under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly up and closer to him, my thighs now completely wrapped around him. He smelled like cinnamon and… Miguel. I lowered the shield on my helmet, my face flushed. His gloved hands clenched around the bars, as he slowly started to drive.

We drove down the street, as I held onto his muscular body tightly. I’m enjoying this a little too much. “We should head into the main city, just barely, for a little,” I whined. “We have to study,” he exclaimed back at me, through the wind. “Please, just for a bit, for me,” I said, squeezing him tighter. I felt him exhale against my chest. He dropped his head low, defeated. He headed towards the freeway. “I hate you,” he exclaimed. I grinned under my helmet, leaning my head into his back. He sped up, my hair combed by the wind.

We entered the main city, the huge skyscrapers lit up, shining above us. I looked up in awe. “You good back there?” he called out, patting my leg. I squeezed him tightly, nodding against him. We drove through the city, then eventually headed back.

We pulled up in front of my apartment, as he turned the engine off and got off of the bike. He took his helmet off and ran his fingers through his hair. He stood beside me, and helped me take off mine. He lifted it off of me slowly, his eyes immediately meeting mine.

“See, not as dangerous as you thought it would be, huh?” I teased, hoping it would convince him to let me ride with him again.

“Mmmm, you are still in one piece,” he said, shrugging, helping me get off of the bike. “So, you’ll invite me to ride with you again, someday, maybe?” I asked, smiling up at him, leaning closer to him. “I’ll consider it,” he said, smirking down at me as we walked to my apartment to study. “Fair enough.”

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 11 months

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 11 months

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 1 year

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Ok, not a question, but I really wanted to let you know that I adore Bakugou with They/Them Pronouns!!! I didn't even consider it!! It gives me such Serotonin?!?!? Excuse me while I go write about it!!

(I wanted to say, this account has opened my eyes. If you didn't mean to make it like that, I'm still thanking you. This is beautiful 😍 ❤)

This is literally the cutest thing I've ever read????????

Sorry I'm replying to this so late, I haven't been as active as I'd like to be 😔

About the Bakugou pronouns thing, that actually was an accident but clearly a hapoy one!

I'm glad you like my account, and I'd be happy to see you around more often!

Much love xx

MJ

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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Denki: I’m an idiot.

Bakugou:

Sero:

Kirishima:

Shinsou:

Denki: *blinks expectantly*

Bakugou: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, it’s gonna be a long fuckin day.

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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Bakugou: You dumbasses really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How the fuck did you even get here so fast?

Kirishima: Several traffic violations.

Sero: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Denki: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Mina: Also, that’s not our car! :D

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Midoriya: I can help you with it!

Kirishima: Yeah, sure.

Shinsou: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Mina: lol nope.

Denki: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Bakugou: *Read 5:55pm*

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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*The squad is having dinner together*

Kirishima: Denki, can you pass the salt?

Denki: *blinks and clears his throat.* Of COURSE

Denki: *Throws a screaming Bakugou across the table*

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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This is a sign to create FNAF on ice.

i had a dream i saw mcr last night but it wasn't even mcr it was like, 4 mcr songs and then a fucking play. like a whole ass like play. and mcr never reappeared. also i was missing my ice skating lessons to go to the mcr concert. in said ice skating lessons, we were adapting five nights at freddy's into an ice skating program, shitty mascots suits and all

#WE NEED THIS #IMMEDIATELY

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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Sero, high as fuck: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Mina, equally high: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Denki, not high but always up for this type of conversation: Socks are Feetie Heaties!

Kirishima, actually deep in thought about this: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Mina: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Denki: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Kirishima: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Bakugou, annoyed and too tired for this bullshit: You are ALL disappointments.

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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Kirishima: Anyone d-

Sero: Depressed?

Mina: Drained?

Denki: Dumb?

Bakugou: Disliked?

Kirishima: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people …

#bakusquad #eijirou kirishima #denki kaminari #hanta sero #mina ashido #katsuki bakugou #red riot #cellophane #pinky #chargebolt #dynamight #bnha #bnha incorrect quotes #mha #mha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #lmao

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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Alright guys.

I’ve been on this hellsite long enough to not be surprised by things that pop up on my dash.

like, Tumblr has me so de-sensitised to shit that I can scroll by and go about my daily business.

but THIS?

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I-

WHAT THE FRESH FVCK IS THIS TUMBLR?

#no wonder tumblr is a wasteland of confused depressed crackheads #myself included #but what the fuck #tumblr are you ok #lmao #idk what this is #sorry not sorry

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supreme-empressoftheuniverse · 2 years

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Denki: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Sero: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Shinsou: I got distracted about halfway through.

Bakugou: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

#bakusquad #denki kaminari #hanta sero #shinsou hitoshi #katsuki bakugou #chargebolt #cellophane #dynamight #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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