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skylarmoon71 · 2 months

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Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider Verse)- Oneshot

From the moment he saw you he could already feel the migraine coming.

"Miguel!! What's up my amigo!"

You were wearing an oversized shirt with a spider insignia over your suit as you held your mask in your hand grinning.

"Like the shirt, I got it from earth 56. They really love Polly over there. She's awesome. I got a large one, so you can borrow it if you want." You slipped it off, tossing it on the chair.

Lyla was smiling as Miguel ignored you, sifting through his files.

"So what mission do you have for me today? Another anomaly adventure? Sign me up!!"

"Right now we're just tracking the activity. This isn't an adventure." He sent you that unimpressed stare in which you returned with a smile.

"Why you always gotta be so brooding all the time, can't you be more like Peter B."

"If you like him so much why don't you just marry him."

It was a grumble, followed by what you could only assume was a curse.

"Oh I would, but last time I checked he's already married. I can't even be jealous about it. Have you seen Mayday? She's adorable!!"

"She is very adorable." Lyla agreed.

Miguel sent the holograph an angry glare. In which she glitched away.

The door behind opened and in walked Peter.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late. Mayday and I were playing this really fun game and I-"

"Not interested." Miguel groused.

"Right, right. I forgot you're the killjoy spider man." You laughed and Peter smiled at you as Mayday jumped into your arms.

Peter and Miguel had gotten into a conversation. With every word they exchanged, you took a calculated step back.

"I hope you're not trying to kidnap Mayday again." You froze.

"I mean, is it kidnapping? It isn't, right Mayday?" She smiled, hugging your neck and that was it.

You took off in a sprint.

"HEY! BRING BACK MY KID!!!"

Mayday was giggling the entire way out as Peter chased after you.

Miguel just rubbed the bridge of his nose. He knows he should be used to it by now, but it was still irritating.

Sometimes he wondered why he even tried.

His eyes shifted towards the door and Lyla popped up next to his shoulder.

"If you were nicer to her maybe she would chase after you instead." She teased.

Sometimes he regretted creating such a perceptive AI.

Miguel was used to it.

Your unnaturally bubbly personality. In a way, he supposed he preferred it. Because unlike a lot of the other arachnid heroes here, your abilities weren't gained through an accidental bite.

You were the product of an experiment by a literal mad scientist. You trusted the wrong people. Which he couldn't truly blame you for. Being an orphan didn't exactly provide a long list of people you could rely on.

He didn't understand why he felt protective.

Every hero under his care had a story. None of them did this job without some kind of trauma. Yet, when he saw you, that's not what he saw.

"Boss man!!"

Miguel grunted as he caught you mid air, swinging to the roof of a building nearby. The second he landed, his glare fixed on you. In which you merely returned with a smile.

"Good catch." You complimented. Miguel rolled his eyes.

He placed you on your feet, turning back to the chaos that was unfolding. Peter and Gwen were struggling to stop the newest anomaly and you had just narrowly avoided an attack said assailant fired. Miguel was losing his patience.

"You're doing that thing with your mask again." You comment.

"Stay here and make a barrier with your webs. We're going to draw him in." You saluted.

"Sir yes sir!!"

Miguel groaned.

He just knew it would be a long day.

If anything, he should expect the antics. When you all returned that day after a long aggravating mission, he stretched his arm, ready to secure the anomaly and write up the report. Everyone else had pretty left to tend to their own matters. Peter was a literal child and Gwen and the others had the luxury of being young and naive. They understood how important these trips were, but there was so much that he couldn't share. If nothing but to keep their sanity.

The door behind him opened, and he looked back.

"Hey."

You were holding a paper bag, and Miguel raised a brow.

"I know you're going to be sitting here all night running up reports, so I figured I'd make sure you had something to eat."

You weren't wearing your spidersuit. Just a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Miguel stepped down from the platform, taking the bag you had outstretched.

"It's from that burger place that you like. Sorry I only got three. They were about to close."

When he opened it, the scent of the sandwich actually made his body relax. He hadn't realized that this was his first meal of the day until his stomach grumbled at the smell.

You grin.

"Seems like I was just in time."

He'd never admit, but he appreciated this. Given your job description, he wasn't that shocked at the little gestures. You had a tendency to take care of people.

"Gracias."

He muttered.

You nod.

"No problem. I'm about to head out. I need to check in on some kids."

"Have you found a secured spot for them yet?"

The sad smile rose on your face as you shook your head.

"Not yet. The county doesn't have the budget, or maybe they just don't care. It's worrying. There's been a lot of gang violence in that area. I'm afraid what's going to happen if they don't find a different house."

It's times like this that he's reminded that he's not the only one shouldering the world.

"I went into social work because I wanted to fix everything. It's proving a little harder than I thought."

He could relate.

"The world is a tough place to fix, doesn't mean we should stop trying."

The statement causes your head to raise, and you smile.

"I guess you're right. You know for a stick in the mud you're really wise."

His expression turned blank.

"Goodbye."

You laugh as he turns away with his burgers in hand.

"Goodnight!"

You basically skipped out of the room, and Miguel gripped the bag, looking over his shoulder.

"She definitely has a crush on you, boss. You got a shot."

He really should make some adjustments to this nosy AI.

#humor #miguel ohara #care #feelings #peterparker #gwen #jessica #funny stuff #trust #heroes #miguelxreader #crushes #cute #powers #spiderpeople #arachnid

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marmie-noir · 11 months

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Dance like no one is watching :: A Miguel O’hara ficlet

We stan Lyla in this house. Also, I am so down bad for this man it’s disgusting. I have this image in my brain of a geneticist spider who instead of fighting focuses on documenting all the spider men that join up with the society and also works with Miguel to help him make anything he needs really. The dynamic has so much cute potential! The spiderlings, the name you had lovingly chosen for the younger spiders in the Spider Society, were really the ones to blame. It started with Miles, the teenager always having sort of song playing when he would swing on his webs. You had been pulling data from Lyla’s data bank when it had come through, the AI apparently listening in as well.

Then, it was Gwen, the charming white suited crusader having a more laid back music taste. You’d also snatched a few of her audio clips through Lyla as well, the AI all too happy to have someone to share the data with as Miguel was apparently not interested in music. Then came Hobie. He listened to everything. From punk metal to romance ballads to even some pop music that had you raising a brow. But still, Lyla gave it to you, delighted as she delivered the data while appearing in her little holo-form on your workbench as you slaved away in the labs.

You weren’t sure who had brought this song to your attention, which one of those adorably frustratingly talented young people had been jamming to this specific beat, but it was stuck in your head. Finally, after days of humming it and finding yourself swaying to it while mixing test tubes you gave in. “Lyla, play the damn song.” “You got it boss!” Lyla sounded almost giddy, the music bumping over the speaker system that was in the labs. Normally it acted more as paging, or played relaxing music while you were hunched over your slides and microscopes, but it appeared to be at least semi-decent as the familiar beat pounded through the mid-sized labs space. It was addictive in an annoying way, the beat and the singer’s voice making you do more than just swing your hips. Before long you had an empty beaker standing in place of a microphone. You were mid-serenade to a full sized Lyla complete with some of your best dance moves when the sound of someone clearing their throat had you jumping nearly a foot in the air, throwing the glass beaker at the intruder. Miguel’s large hand easily caught the glass, lowering it to his side with a raised brow and placing it on the desk. It looked so small in his huge hands, your own eyes lingering there before moving up to meet the crimson of his. “Oh, um, Miguel hi.” You tried to play it cool, brushing your hair behind your ear before your fingers tangled together behind your back. The music was still bumping and he watched you for a few seconds in silence before Lyla thankfully turned it down a bit before shutting it off completely. “What, uh, what brings you to the lab?” You asked, fighting off the blush that was threatening to consume you whole. It didn’t help that his eyes lingered on your face, a little smile touching his lips before his mask fell back in place. “Lyla said you had something for me?” Your eyes snapped to the AI who chose that moment to disappear from view, her holographic self blinking out of existence. Feeling more alone now than you had with the illusion of a friend you turn to face him once more.

“I guess I do have the read out of Earth-8411’s Peter.” You said, looking down at the watch on your wrist and passing the data over. “Oh, now that you are here, could you give me more venom when you have a chance? I’ve burned through what you gave me before.”

He raised a brow but went to sit down on one of the backless stools spread throughout the work space. “Hand me a vial, I can give you some now.” He offered, voice deep and filling the space.

You move to grab a tube, approaching to hand it to him. Normally Miguel would bring you vials of the stuff for you to research, never had you seen him gather it yourself.

Opening his mouth you watched with absolute fascination as his fangs grew and he placed a fang in the narrow glass vial. His eyes narrowed just a touch but then a thick yellow tinted venom slowly flowed from the long white fang. Once the vial was half full he lowered it, the fangs slowly going back to their more manageable size and he licked at the one he had used, almost out of habit.

Holding the vial out to you it took you a few moments to grab it from him, fingers brushing slightly, finding the vial warm. “I’d give you more but I think I’m heading out and I’d like to have more just in case.” He said, looking up at you slightly as he was seated you were not. “Is that enough?” Glancing down at the vial you nod before looking back at him. “I’m so jealous. I want fangs.” That had both his eyebrows going up and his lips quirking in a smirk. “Really? They were kind of a pain to get used to.” “Oh, I’m sure, but like just dropping them like that? And having the toxin? That has to be sick, especially mid-fight if you wanna just make someone go to sleep quick you just have to make your suit do that cool thing you programmed it to do and-” You placed the half full vial in storage, capping it carefully. Turning to meet his amused eyes you pause and find you had been practically fangirling right in front of him. “I mean, it’s just different from all the other spiders and all, you are interesting. Scientifically.” Good cover. His expression didn’t change, a quiet amusement in the lines of his face. “Yes, well. Thank you for the files, let me know when you need more venom.” Miguel said, turning and giving you his broad back as he went to leave the labs. Pausing near the door he called over his shoulder “Lyla, resume music.” The familiar beats began to fill the labs again, leaving you a blushing mess hiding behind your hands at your workstation, missing the little smile on his lips.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguelxreader #lylaisbestwingman #not beta'd #spellingerrorsbetweenmeandgod

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couldyouspeakmyname · 2 years

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How would shishigumi react if their partner was pregnant?

Sure!

Bonus: Chief Lion

Similar, but more angsty ask here

They're sort of short, so if you want more headcanons feel free to request again once my asks are open!

-Maeve

Ibuki

He would freeze, and ask if you're sure

When you assure him that yes, you're sure, Ibuki's eyes get watery

Ibuki is so happy, he can't even speak. Sure, he's also very worried given his line of work, but he can think about that later

He's going to be a father and have a real family, a family that loves and accepts him

What more could he ask for?

So happy he's in tears

Free

Terrified. Full stop, he freezes and feels a wave of cold wash over him

He's not going to take it well. He's not built to be a father (according to him) and hearing you say that is way more terrifying than anything he's had to face in the gang

He says you're wrong, and that you're lying. He's not trying to hurt you, but he's panicking and doesn't know how to take it.

It's best to leave him alone for a while, while he comes to terms with it.

He WILL come around, and get excited, but it'll take a bit of time

Dolph

He pauses whatever he's doing, and looks at you

For once, he's stunned and unsure.

"You wanna keep it?"

He's not celebrating until he knows for sure what you want and what you're comfortable with

Either way, he'll be very supportive

He's concerned, but he'll figure it out somehow

Agata

Very shocked.

After the shock, comes nerves

Agata grew up in a home that was...less than ideal. He's terrified not of you having a kid, but of history repeating itself

After his nerves calm down, he will be excited, he just takes a bit longer to get there

Dope

"Ah...I see"

Excuse him while he abuses zoogle and starts his research

Subsequently, terrifying himself at all the things that can go wrong

He will be supportive, if not a bit overbearing

He's read it online, so he knows things

You will have to tell him to turn it down

Jinma

Jinma actually knew. He heard from a few of his contacts that you'd been acting strangely

"Oh, I know," He proceeds to pull out pamphlets and information

He's already been reading up and come to terms with it.

You're in good hands with Jinma ❤️

Sabu

"Oh...I already knew"

Of course he did

Sabu has a killer intuition, and was just waiting for you to tell him yourself.

He already has baby books for you to read and a doctor's card picked out he heard was good.

"Anything you need, let me know"

Miguel

Freezes, then he grins

Miguel is the one who will pick you up, spin you around while laughing

He's a bit nervous because of being a gangster, but he's ready to protect you and your future child with his life.

Expect him to cook lots of healthy meals for the three of you

Hino

Hino is actually very nervous about it.

Hino...doesn't share well, and having anything that threatens the attention you give him makes him upset

Him potentially being a father is sort of the second thing he thinks about

Hino is a bit slow to come around, but he will

Chief Lion

"...Why did it take you so long to tell me? I found out last week"

Is he happy? Is he upset? He's so stoic, it's hard to tell

How did he find out anyway?

Turns out, Chief already has a doctor set up and hands you a credit card for "any essentials you may need"

While he's not outwardly excited, he's not against it.

Side note: Once you get an ultrasound, all the emotions will come to a head and he will be OVER PROTECTIVE and overbearing.

If he was scary before, he's terrifying now to anyone who dares to give you a look.

It's safer if they don't look at you tbh

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chaotic-iguana · 4 months

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hiiii!! i love your stories sm thank you for taking your time to write them<3 can you do one of a miguelxreader where he has been playing video games allllll dayy and the reader just wants a little attention so they "tempt him" if you know what i mean🤭 and he ends up getting just a littlee hissy about it. it can continue on however you like ;)

anywaysssss love you and i wish you all the best<3

-🪷

distracted.

gamer! miguel x f! reader

a/n: anon. first of all, thank you and second of all im sending u a sloppy forehead kiss bc this is such a delicious fucking idea i was literally feral to write this.

warnings: mdni. subspace, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, cockwarming, degradation, (but they’re in love and it’s discussed, i promise), aftercare.

“mig-gy,“ you whine tearfully, a culmination of the frustration you’ve been feeling all day. it started when you woke up with a warm, sticky feeling in between your legs; a dull ache settling in your gut and tugging at the edges of your thoughts ever since. miguel’d already been out of bed, and you’d found him in the living room in front of the tv, sitting in his pyjamas with a controller in his hand, barking orders into a headset.

and while you didn’t want to disturb him on one of the very few days he had to himself, you couldn’t help but feel…antsy. you’d been trying (and failing) to get his attention all day, barely met with hms and grunts as it were. which was how you found yourself changing into a pink lace slip, unable to meet your own eye at the reflection before you. your poor, overworked brain made you think it would be a good idea to try and - ahem- tempt him, but when it came to actually doing it, the thought made your face warm. another slew of miguel’s curses at the game made you jolt, and before you knew it, you were walking outside to make sure he was okay.

and he was, because of course. you, on the other hand, were standing half-naked in the living room at three pm while your boyfriend neglected to even look your way. you stood to the side, wringing your hands and waiting for him to look at you, but after a whole minute with you getting no attention whatsoever, you gave up and cleared your throat. miguel’s eyes flicked your way - victory! - for a bare second until he rolled them and turned back to the screen. which was also how you ended up here, whining from over his shoulder for him to acknowledge you.

he doesn’t, of course, not until you’re stood next to him pouting while looking down at him with dazed doe eyes, giving you away. miguel knew exactly what you needed and within seconds a harsh order to pause was being whispered into his headset, fingers flying over the comedically-small-for-him controller as his chair finally turned your way. swallowing pitifully, you squirm under the weight of his gaze before risking a glance up at him to find his eyes twinkling with amusement, brow raised in question.

“need you, migs.” your whispered confession only raises his brow impossibly higher, ghost of a smirk curving his lips before he’s turning away from you again. you’re frowning, half-stomping to stand between him and his screen before he wears his stupid headset again. desire winning against the shame brewing in you, you reach a hand out to his chest-

and his wrist circles yours, stopping you in your tracks. you’re staring shamelessly at the slant of his jaw, the slope of his nose and the light caught in his hair, gauging his reaction until his voice rings out:

“prove it.”

and you’re confused, too lost in the reliving the feeling of the way his nose bumped against your swollen clit as he ate you out for hours last week, responding with a meek “hm?” that has him huffing. he doesn’t even clarify, just clamps a hand on your shoulder and pushes so you’re on your knees, settling you with your head at crotch-level.

“prove that you need me.”

and then he’s gone, eyes glued to the screen again. you blink up at him from the floor, content to watch the muscles of his forearms flex as his fingers move on the controller, the vein jumping in his neck as his jaw clenches, the tension in his wide shoulders. startling, you realise that his his eyes are back on yours and twinkling with a challenge. right. proving it.

shuffling between his legs, you lay your head on his thigh and peer up at him. he’s looking away now, of course. you’d be happy to drool at the sight of him semi-hard through his fitted light gray sweatpants (am i projecting? i am projecting) for hours, especially when the fabric stretches just right to give you a barely-visible outline you can��t help but trace with your fingertips. which is exactly what you do without realising until his breath hitches ever so slightly, a muscle jumping in his thigh. fueled by the vindication, you start tracing patterns on him through his trousers, palming him ever so slightly until he’s bucking his hips into your hand oh-so-slightly. you’re too enchanted by the way he twitches against your fingers to realise how teasing your touch has been until you hear a half-whimper escape his lips, sending a jolt directly between your legs. pressing your thighs together in a futile effort to relieve yourself, you trail your fingers to his waistband and tug it down, reveling in the sharp intake of breath sounding from above you.

the sight of his tip flushed red makes your mouth water and your tongue darts to catch the precum beading at his slit before you can stop yourself; the sudden warmth making him jump under you. rocking back on your heels, you fumble to pump him with both hands - he’s just so fucking big you can barely touch the tip of your thumb and forefinger with your palm around him - before ducking down to lap lightly at his balls, slick with sweat. kitten licking the underside of his cock while pumping him slowly, you hear him loose a breath slowly before you feel the weight of his hand on your head. faster than you can blink, his fingers curl into your scalp and tug your head back, gaze thunderous when his eyes find yours. his fingers tap your cheek in silent command and your lips part on instinct, and then he’s pushing your head down between your legs, jaw aching at the sudden intrusion. ignoring your choked garbling, miguel rocks his hips into your mouth until your nose is buried in his happy trail and holds you there, tears spilling over your cheeks while you struggle to adjust. the second you struggle against his grip instinctually, his tsk tsk fills the room, mic clicking off before he strokes your hair, so at odds with the fact that he was holding you down with his cock in your mouth.

“thought you needed me, honey? where’d my good girl go?” and oh fuck, it’s the tone he’s using as if he’s amused by the sight of you all ruined for him that has something cramping between your legs, breath wet and clicking in your throat as you whine around him, your fists trembling where they rested on his thighs. ‘m right here, i’m your good girl and i need you so, so badly so please please please-

but it’s like he heard your internal monologue, because his gaze softens in moments, thumb sweeping across your damp cheek.

“lo sé, lo sé. mi buena niña. tómalo por mí, amor.” [i know, i know. my good girl. take it for me, my love.] and all your queasiness dissolves the second his fingers scrape over your jaw, your discomfort dissipating at the sound of his gentle murmur.

then he’s going back to his game, leaving you kneeling at his feet and gagging around him. every choke, cough or splutter is met with a quick glance at you; at your fingers curled on either side of your head to make sure you’re okay, not tapping out. you know if your eyes had even a hint of hesitancy in them he’d stop; his supposed mean demeanor melting to give way to the cuddly teddy bear he really is. but you’ve reverted entirely to a floaty, dazed headspace, where your thoughts feel blissfully hazy and just out of reach, and you can’t comprehend the thought of not being here, keeping him warm.

you don’t realise how much time has passed until miguel shifts forward, and the pins-and-needles in your legs make you whimper, gripping his thighs for support. miguel immediately cups your jaw, reaching his other hand to rip off his headphones and turn the game off entirely before pulling you off of him, wiping the drool off your lips and supporting your head as you splutter, his patience infinite when it came to taking care of you.

“háblame, princesa. ¿cómo te sientes, hm?” [talk to me, princess. how are you feeling, hm?]

still on your knees, you shift forward with tearful eyes; breath hitching at the bruises you can feel have formed already. you're barely stammering through "h-hurts, miggy" in a hoarse whisper before he's leaning down, wrapping an arm under your thigh and around your head, lifting you into his lap instantly. you tuck your face into his neck, reveling in the safety of his embrace as you catch your breath. he presses his lips to your forehead, stroking your head over and over while cooing praises to you. it takes a while, but before long you're pulling back, kissing his chin with a soft grin.

"there she is. there's my good girl. so perfect for me, aren’t you?" your shy nod makes him smile, fangs poking through in that endearing way that makes your heart hurt and the warmth blooming in your belly burn.

“can i have u now, migs?”

and oh, you sound so wrecked for him, how could he ever say no?

and if his team lost the game, well. that’s on them, isn’t it?

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fangswbenefits · 10 months

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okay but.... a oneshot of MiguelxReader fucking on his platform with all the screens but the platform is raised high enough to where Y/N cant be seen so Miguel talks to whoever walks in but he's just teasing her as he's talking 👀

Oh, my dear friend… be patient 🌝 I’m working on something

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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runa-falls · 4 months

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God i love the way you write aaaahhhh pls a i need more of your miguelxreader fanfic

AW THANK YOU BABEYYYY <3

if you want more mig, here's his masterlist (my fics) and his tag for my blog (some fic recs)! happy reading!

#sweet asks #miguel o'hara x reader #fic recs

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nice2michuu · 11 months

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Miguelito: a Miguelxreader fanfic :p

edit that inspired this:

credits in the video^^send this person lots of love <3

sidenote: Heyy this is my first fanfic EVER so please please please cut me some slack, advice and tips would be very nice!! <3

The spanish in this fic should be easy to translate, but I lost the language a little bit so I’m sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes 😭🙏🏻

Also If this fic does well I promise I’ll make a better fic where y/n isn’t basically an oc

Warningsss:

• nsfw and mention of nsfw

• Yelling/arguing

• language/insults

• crying

• fighting

• Alcohol

• blood

• some limes (or lemons if I feel like it)

In general if you’re sensitive to that kinda stuff please don’t read!!!

Word count: 3k+

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As a vigilante and a natural leader, Miguel O’hara doesn’t seem to show any faults at all. But ask any friend of Miguel and they’ll tell you what it is. Pride.

Pride is Miguel O’hara’s Achille’s heel. Hurt his pride and he’ll take it as a challenge. With pride comes tenacity, stubbornness. No one has been able to fully break Miguel O’hara down. Until y/n. Peter B. Parker could talk all about the countless nights Miguel has been wine-drunk and lamenting his past: the universe he destroyed, the daughter he lost, and lastly, Y/n.

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It’s raining, a cold, heavy, and harsh rain. Y/n waits at the door to his apartment, her hair is wet and her soft black curls are ruined and frizzy, but she doesn’t care that much, thoughts are flying through her mind like racecars returning and making laps hundreds of times at record speeds, too many thoughts for her to care about her hair. The rain tapping on the windows of the apartment building are the only noise in the thick, tense air as she waits for an answer, nausea rising to her chest.

Miguel opens the door quickly, leaning on the doorway in his pajamas and looming over her, his significant height countering his welcoming, smug smile with a daunting feeling of doom. “Welcome back, mi morenita~” he cooes at her.

y/n immediately regrets her decision and rolls her eyes, sighing the tightness in her chest away, “Don’t patronize me.” Tonight is a night of mixed emotions, for the both of them. Y/n looks out the window in the hallway to raindrops and grey bleakness, then back at the warm apartment behind Miguel.

Miguel laughs, breaking the awkward silence of y/n that makes the air thick like gelatin. “Okay okay, pasa.”

He moves out of the way so y/n can walk in.

Miguel didn’t bother to do much for her company. The apartment is clean, as he naturally leaves it, but the TV is on, a half-eaten popcorn bowl is on the coffee table, and the lights are off. The apartment only being lit by the TV, a built-in heater under the TV that looks like a fireplace, and the kitchen light on the other side of the apartment. The lighting leaves an even more ominous, sickly feeling to the nostalgic apartment.

Y/n scoffs and chuckles, looking at the TV, “Puss in Boots? You were always so childish—” she stops talking as strong arms wrap around her shoulders from behind and Miguel nuzzles into her neck and thick hair, hunching over her and warming her skin that grew cold from the weather outside.

“You’re soaked from the rain..you’re gonna get sick, chula.” Miguel gives her a soft kiss on the cheek, y/n doesn’t resist or mind at all. His voice is low and soft, a comforting feeling grows within y/n and she relaxes, but also freaks out because she’s still crushing on him like a damn schoolgirl. A growing, sick feeling in her stomach festers in y/n. Miguel lets go of her and walks to the bathroom to get her a towel to dry herself off. He’s teasing y/n for coming back, but they both know damn well that they both missed each other, despite how toxic and venomous last time was. Their last spats at each other before y/n left him still play out in both of their minds.

Y/n looks around. She knows this apartment all too well. Looking around and seeing the furniture and warm atmosphere in the same places as the last time she left him made her even more nauseous. She takes off her jacket and sets it on the coat rack by the wall, going to their..his couch and shaking off the water droplets from her hair. Y/n shook off the water on the couch to piss him off just a little bit, to jab at him for last time.

Miguel tosses the towel at her face, she got under his skin already, “Can you not, y/n?”

“Since when have you worried about this apartment? You’re barely even here!” Y/n retorted as she sets the towel on her lap, not wanting to towel-dry her hair. She references their past in a petty manner, bringing up the times he wasn’t there for her.

Miguel huffs and glares at her, “..are you serious? You’re still not over it? And stop being picky like you always are!” His voice is tinged with a growing anger.

“Obviously not if I came back to you!” Y/n spit back, her hard tone and soft words make her difficult to read. She tosses the towel to the side, on the floor, to piss him off more.

Miguel sighs and plops next to y/n, his voice changing from annoyed to low and growling, “Did you want to talk or what?” His angry, resentful gaze resting on her face, occasionally looking at her figure. “God…she’s hot” Miguel thinks to himself, his lust starting to eat at his self-respect.

Even after everything, he doesn’t want to admit any wrong-doing, or apologize, but y/n is willing to overlook it all over again. “I dunno, I just..missed you, Miguelito..” Unlike Miguel, she can toss her pride to the side. Y/n’s tone switches from venomous and witty to something softer and more genuine. The nickname for him is sweet and cute, and Miguel can feel a pang in his heart as he hears it.

While Miguel’s fault is his pride, y/n’s fault is her resolve. She’ll get what she wants — him — even if it harms her in the process.

Miguel doesn’t say anything, he diverts his eyes from her and scoffs. He’s not gonna admit that he missed her too, no matter how bad his heart ached at the sound of her voice.

“Don’t do that..” Y/n starts to get upset, leaning closer to him and looking at him nervously. Her stomachache and nausea gets worse as she tries to read his expression.

(At this point, Kitty Softpaws and Puss in Boots are also having a moment.)

Miguel sighs and looks at y/n, “Do you want me or do you want to argue with me?” he grumbles, his voice is still quiet and husky, as if he was reluctant to say anything at all.

Y/n’s black-brown eyes burn with determination, “I want you. Te quiero mucho, Miguelito, tu ya sabes.” Y/n puts a hand on his knee and looks at his eyes, leaning closer to him, almost begging for him. Miguel looks at her beautiful face and softens.

Miguel can’t resist the impulse anymore and kisses y/n, holding her face. He leans over her and kisses her passionately. Y/n leans closer to him on the couch, putting a hand on his chest.

“Mmh..” is her only reaction.

Miguel lets out a sort of growl/groan as he kisses y/n’s lips and runs his fingers through her thick hair.

“Your little jabs at me piss me off, chula.” Miguel says in a low voice, close to y/n and looking softly, but sternly at her.

“No mames, Miguelito, get over it.” Y/n says quickly and kisses his lips softly.

Miguel rolls his eyes and stops kissing y/n, letting go of her chin. He leans away from her and looks annoyed. Y/n furrows her brows.

“What?” Y/n sits back and looks at him.

Miguel sighs, “Get over it? I’m not gonna be some type of back up you return to when you want attention, puta.”

“Oh you’re calling ME the whore? Don’t even start! What happened to Teresa, huh? Dime!” Y/n is rightfully upset, Miguel cheated on her the first few times they dated with Teresa.

“Uuuy! Tu ya sabes, puta!” Miguel starts to get angry at the mention of his infidelity, “You beat her up!”

Y/n stands up, looking at him with distaste “Rightfully so! I should’ve beat you up too! Hijo malcreado! Do you still care about Teresa or something?!”

“Stop bringing up that woman!” Miguel quickly retorts and also stands up, towering over y/n.

Y/n starts to tear up with anger, “Don’t tell me what to do, Miguelito! You FUCKED her! I’ll say her name all I fucking want! Teresa Teresa Teresa Teresa Teresa!”

Y/n points a finger at Miguel and steps foreward, getting in his face while still saying her name.

“CALLATÉ! BASTA!!” Miguel screams at y/n and she quickly shuts up. Y/n steps back and bumps into a side table, knocking over a vase and shattering it.

Silence fills the room again, the warmth of the apartment starts to feel unwelcoming and humid and the nausea fills y/n’s gut again. The quiet is obnoxiously loud. Neither know what to say now.

Y/n hastily grabs her things, the tears of her anger falling down her cheeks.

“..y/n..” Miguel immediately feels remorse.

In her haste, y/n cuts her hand on a shard of the vase, groaning in frustration. Miguel tries to step foreward and look at the wound but hesitates. Drops of her blood from her landing on the floor, her rustling and gathering being the only noise Miguel can hear. The TV and the rain outside is drowned out by how cold the situation quickly became.

“No, no..I’ll leave. You can keep fucking whoever replaced me..” Y/n starts to go out, walking past him. Her voice is shaky and emotional. Miguel grabs her wrist and stops her.

“Querida..por favor—” Miguel is quickly inturrupted by a hard slap from y/n, who started to fully cry. The slap was from her injured hand, blood splattering on his cheek.

“BASTA! I get it!! Just stop, please..Miguelito..” Y/n begs him. Her hand is starting to bleed a little less, but the slap mark left on Miguel’s face is appearing more and more.

Miguel is left speechless, touching the cheek y/n slapped and looking at her in sad disbelief. He wipes the blood off and looks at his hand with her blood on it. The nickname makes everything all the more heartwrenching for Miguel. He pulls her in, grabbing her wrist and stops her from leaving again. “No te vas..te quiero mucho, y/n..por favor, you’re gonna get sick from the rain..”

Miguel pulls her in for a strong hug, blinking back his own tears. Y/n is pressed against his chest. His hand is on her head, petting her now dry, fluffy black curls.

“I’m sorry, y/n. No me pegas, though, please. That hurt..”

Y/n doesn’t know how to feel, her head hurts. She hugs him back and cries into his chest, dropping her things. Y/n pulls his collar down so she could kiss him passionately, tears still running down her cheeks and her hand still bleeding. Miguel kisses back with equal passion, pulling her close and hunching over her. Y/n pulls away from the kiss to breathe, panting.

“You know I always go back to you” Y/n whispers to him dejectedly, yet sweetly, before kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his neck as his arms wrap around her waist. Those words make Miguel melt and he groans and pins her to the wall of the hallway entrance to his apartment, kissing her face and neck.

“You’ve stayed my only since Teresa, you know that? Tu, y solo tu, hermosa.” Miguel whispers to y/n lovingly and in a slight sad way. Y/n let out a soft moan as Miguel kisses her neck and she runs her fingers through his hair. Miguel softens at her touch and kisses her slower, still petting her.

“I didn’t, Miguelito..” Y/n whispers back, saddened by the memory. Y/n nuzzles into his neck, her sweet scent in her soft hair near his face. Miguel holds her tighter and presses onto her, his cock getting hard.

“..fuck..”

Y/n chuckles and kisses his cheek and neck, feeling his bulge poking her. “Miguelito?” She cooes at him, the same way he greeted her. The nickname only makes him harder.

“Shut up, y/n..” Miguel stops pinning her as hard and looks down, slightly embarassed and looking away from her. His pride is hurt, weakened by his arousal.

Y/n shrugs and goes to the kitchen to wash the blood away in the sink. Miguel follows her instinctively and lingers, also eventually cleaning the blood off of his face and hand. Miguel feels awkward watching y/n tend to her hand, still heavily aroused and wanting to be closer to her.

“You gonna fuck me on the counter or what?” Y/n sneered at Miguel. He groans, annoyed, but is flushed a deep red.

“..maybe..”

Miguel smirks maliciously and picks y/n up from behind, putting her over his shoulder. Y/n flails around in vain, yelling and laughing. The atmosphere cools down and the argument is quickly forgotten.

“AAY! MIGUEL!! PARA!!” y/n pleads as she’s carried off to his room, which they once shared.

“Nope. nah. you pissed me off, chula.” Miguel says, half joking half serious.

Their room is a mix of cool and warm colors, a nice, comforting purple. The blinds allow for a soft blue light to come in, the sound of the TV is drowned out by the taps of rain on the windows. Miguel smirks as y/n is still flailing and kicking, her ass on his shoulder. He slams her down on the bed playfully.

“AHHH!!!” Y/n yells out from the long fall, bouncing as she falls onto the bed. She starts laughing, “Que haces, Miguelito!?!?”.

Miguel flips her over and bends her over the bed forcefully, pulling her precious curls back and whispering in her ear, with a low and growling voice, grinning and leaning over her.

“Te vas a callar? Eh, preciosa?”

Chills run down y/n’s spine at the question. Y/n is shocked at the sudden dominance he’s showing and could have done to her this whole time. His whispers and hair pulling feel terrifying, but arousing at the same time. Miguel kisses down her neck and pins her down on the soft purple comforter. She’s hasn’t seen this side of him in a long time, she almost forgot about it.

“Never..you can’t shut me up, not ever.” Y/n says between heavy breaths and stalled words. She regains her composure and is smirking at him to get under his skin, and it’s working. Miguel stops pulling her hair and pins her head down on the bed, her ass stays up and is bulge presses against it. Her vulva tenses at the feeling, getting wet.

“Is that a challenge, querida?” Miguel does get pissed off and leans over y/n, his buldge twitching against y/n’s now soaked pants. “You know what I’m implying, y/n, right?”

Miguel’s voice and tone is harsh and deep, but in a good way. He hates y/n right now, but wants to fuck the shit out her. Bang her into submission.

Y/n starts to speak but is inturrupted.

“oh god—”

“You’re wet.” Miguel states. He stops pinning her down for a few moments, y/n can’t really see what he’s doing but she gets on the bed and sits on her knees. She finally looks back at him and he’s shirtless, a wave of arousal and shyness flooding over her.

“God I hate you, Miguelito..” Y/n says breathlessly, looking at his fit figure and defined muscles and light tan skin that reflects softly with the moonlight from the blinds, the rain tapping making the atmosphere feel colder.

Miguel looks at her, confused but still hard, “Apenas me dijistes que me querías! What’s with the switch ups?”

“I hate you because you’re so damn irresistable, wey!” Y/n spits back, still looking over her shoulder at Miguel’s body.

“Ah, well fuck you too, y/n!” Miguel furrows his brows.

Y/n blurts out, “yes please, mmmh” she lightly chuckles while biting her lip and looking at his body. She realizes she said it loud.

Miguel starts laughing and y/n looks away, embarassed. She looks down at the purple comforter.

Y/n is slowly pinned down again, this time on the bed. Miguel’s hands are grabbing her asscheeks and gently brushing her thick, black curly hair to the side. Y/n couldn’t see, but her clothes were ripped off as if a claw, or fang did it. She’s not complaining, though. Miguel pins her head on the bed harder again and plays with the hem of her wet panties. He leans over her and whispers in her ear again, his voice full of malice and anticipation, “As you wish, chula.”

Y/n can do nothing but moan in her exhale, Miguel is tracing and caressing her back and sending tingles up her spine.

“Already moaning? I didn’t even do anything..and you’re soaked..wow y/n, you’re not over me at all~” Miguel taunts her and whispers in her ear.

“God just fuck me already thats what everyone came here for!!” Y/n yells out in a 4th wall breaking plea. “I need you in me now!! I can’t take it any longer!!” Her wails and begging for his cock is pretty out of character for y/n, then again she’s supposed to be a character people can relate to.

Miguel laughs again and moves her underwear to the side, inserting his lengthy, wide dick in her, slowly, stretching her insides. He’s keeping y/n’s torso pinned down and her ass up, making her arch her back. Y/n lets out a strained moan.

“Begging for me? Interesting from you, morenita.” Miguel leans over y/n as he’s fucking her, starting off slow so she can adjust to his huge dick.

“God I needed you, te necesito, Miguel, oh god, Miguelito~” Y/n’s whining is cut off by a moan as he sets a faster pace, pumping inside of her. Miguel starts breathing heavily, his body starting to sweat and glisten.

“Dime, querida, a quien te parteneces?” Miguel grunts out, starting to moan himself.

“..what?” Y/n looks back, Miguel gets closer and hugs her tight from behind, still pounding her. He quickens his pace, fucking y/n harder and shoving his cock deeper into her pussy.

“Answer me. Who do you belong to!?” Miguel grunts and pulls y/n’s hair so her head is at the same level as his. Y/n yelps in pain then moans uncontrollably.

“Mi-miguelito..” y/n whimpers, her vulva oozing with wetness. Miguel holds her tighter and whispers in her ear, his tone getting harsher and more aggressive, almost animalistic.

"Dime. Dime bien, Chula." Miguel growled in her ear, grabbing y/n's wrists and pinning them together over her head on the bed, y/n grips the violet sheets and arches into him. Moaning and stuttering, trying to speak. Any confidence and power y/n had was gone now, chipped away with every thrust from Miguel, every time his wide dick slides in and out of her, stretching her and exiting her constantly. His warmth inside of her causes tingles and flutters to go up y/n's walls and up her spine.

“S-soy tuyo, Miguel.. GOD, MIGUELITO!!!” y/n moans as she climaxes, Miguel still drilling into her. The wet noises from her dripping cunt sounding like that one vine where the boy says to his mom as she’s cooking rice,“thats what good pussy sounds like” you all know the one, yep, that one.

Miguel eventually pulls out and cums on her behind, moving to the side and laying down on his back next to her, his cock still twitching. Y/n splays out and lays down on her stomach, her vagina is sore and her insides feel emptied. Miguel turns his head to look at y/n, the bottom half of her body is wet with her juices and his nut. Miguel groans as his length is still twitching and trying to calm down after his orgasm, his view of y/n not helping at all.

“Eres mia, y/n. Mia” Miguel says between heavy breaths, whispering to y/n as she calms down from her climax.

Y/n looks at him and smirks, “I regret saying that,” she starts to chuckle, “Your ego is gonna be through the roof.”

Miguel furrows his brows and turns to face her, “My ego?” His tone gets more authoritative, but he’s smirking through his words, “You’re crazy, don’t even start.” Miguel pulls her in for a strong embrace, squeezing her tightly against him.

Y/n scoffs, “I’m not crazy! You are the crazy one—”

“Cálmate, querida. Let’s not argue every other paragraph..” Miguel whispers to her, breaking the 4th wall again. He holds her close and kisses her forehead.

Y/n calms down and snuggles into his arms reluctantly. Miguel occasionally grabs and rubs y/n’s asscheeks as they cuddle, they both eventually fall asleep in each other’s embrace. Miguel runs his hands through y/n’s thick hair in his sleep, sometimes rolling on top of her and almost suffocating her. He also snores extremely loudly, like a dad, but Y/n doesn’t mind.

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This story brings the question, “How did Miguel lose y/n?” He doesn’t like to talk about it. Not even with close friends. He’d throw a desk at a person if they even thought about asking. After, Miguel would probably get sloppy drunk and listen to “Tragos Amargos” or “No hay Novedad”, sobbing the lyrics.

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skyelentnight · 11 months

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I feel like the Akira meme when I indulge in Miguelxreader fics only to be met with the memory of broken Spanish fics I used to make with Reaperxreader fics

#carino has now become my trigger word #overwatch #reaper x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel x reader

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fandom-ash · 9 months

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sweet jesus of course I have DnD on the night that @oharahive drops a new sweet girl chapter and when I plan on catching up with @feyhunter78 's Pink Pastels since the drop yesterday-

THANK YOU FOR KEEPING ME FED BUT AUGH I LAMENT THAT I CANT READ THEM NOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW

also if you're looking for miguelxreader fics CHECK THESE OUT THEYRE SO GOOD HHHHHHHH

#;; ash.txt

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ilajue · 11 months

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scrolling through the atsv tag is a labor of love because I want to see all the cool art but every 5 posts is 2k words of miguelxreader smut

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skylarmoon71 · 5 months

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Miguel O' Hara - AU Scientist (Across the Spider-Verse) - Chapter 1

The first time you met Miguel O’Hara, you were intimidated.

He worked at Alchemax with a lot of other great scientists. Everyone who saw him would somewhat flee. His stature was a bit overwhelming and he mostly stuck to himself. That’s why when you were assigned a project with him, you were a bit anxious. He seemed like the type to become completely immersed in his work and you were worried that you would make a mistake and he would lose his shit.

Alas, that was so far from reality.

“If you’d prefer to work separately I would understand.”

You were a bit confused.

“I-I uhh, n-no it’s fine. I don’t mind working with you. We’re supposed to figure this out together right?”

You offer a smile, and Miguel’s eyes look at you for a moment. Then he looks away. At first you thought that maybe you annoyed him, but there was a delicate flush on his mocha cheeks and you almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You tried your hardest not to stare, but it was difficult.

“Is he really..blushing?”

Maybe you were imagining it.

You carried on with the project.

It must have just been the reflection of his glasses.

Within a week, you were convinced of it.

Miguel O Hara was the cutest human being you’d ever met.

On Monday you’d made a mistake in one of your reports and Miguel had stayed back with you to fix it. He really didn’t have to and you felt foolish for being so careless. But he spent the better part of the night explaining that it was okay to make mistakes. He even got you a candy bar from the vending machine.

Tuesday you invited him to have lunch. While you were undecided you just threw out a few possibilities and you could practically see a tail and a pair of ears sprout when you mentioned a Caribbean cuisine shop close by.

Wednesday you caught him knitting a scarf on his break. It was clear he hadn’t expected to be discovered. He was on the first floor dining room after all and no one ever really ate there. After you were done gushing, you asked who the scarf was for in which he skillfully evaded the question. You didn’t mind. It really did make a lot of sense. It was getting cold. From the looks of it he was almost done.

Thursday he came in with a small gift bag. Of course you were curious. Before you could ask about the occasion or the gift, he handed it to you. To your surprise it was the very scarf he’d been working on. He said nothing more than he had pre ordered way too much wool the last time so he was trying to give it away.

By Friday you were fully convinced that this man was an angel.

You felt completely foolish for judging him just by his appearance.

Now it made sense.

Much like you, others made assumptions. It was hard to read someone when you never had a full conversation with them. Through your time you learned that Miguel was smart, considerate, passionate, silly and selfless. He’d given his all in each part of the project in DNA splicing.

When it was finally over, he’d praised you immensely which did not go unnoticed by your boss. You enjoyed working with Miguel. In his presence there was always something to learn. He never demeaned your lack of knowledge when he realized you didn’t know a certain theory or fact. Time with him was educational and inviting.

It sort of made you wonder about what another version of him would be like. He was just too perfect. Maybe in another universe he was probably a hot-tempered maniac. You giggled under your breath.

“Hmm, what are you giggling about?”

His head was tilted cutely to the side as he stared at you. Waving your hand, you shook your head.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

He was still watching you with those cute little brown puppy eyes. You felt a bit ridiculous. You couldn’t believe you thought this guy was ever a threat. He was a teddy bear in a giant’s body.

Time seemed to run by faster than you wanted.

Before you realized it, weeks turned into months, then years.

Three years you’d known and worked comfortably.

Somewhere around year two of your little partnership you came to realize something.

You were completely and utterly infatuated with the hulk of a man.

It was hard not to fall for him.

If perfection was a person, he would be it.

He may not have been the best at socializing, but he put in the effort. You could see. Over the years you began to recognize little things about him that drew you to one single conclusion.

It made you very aware of why he did the things he did.

The subtle avoidance of eye contact with some of his peers. Discomfort with sudden physical touches. Inability to stray off a routine.

You internalized it all.

The more you learned about him, the more you seemed to fall for him. More than anything you wanted to make your feelings known, but you were scared. Given what you figured out, relationships weren’t really easy for him and you would not be able to live with yourself if he ever forced a smile or retracted from your side because of your own selfishness. So you kept it in. This wasn’t the first secret you harbored. It probably would not be the last.

“You’re still here.”

Miguel’s words slightly disrupted your focus, and you turned with a smile.

“I was just about to leave. I came in because I was looking for you. Lyla told me you wanted to discuss something. Was there an error in the readings I provided last week?”

You closed the canister at your side, discarding the gloves as you began to gather up all your belongings. Once you were done, you fully turned in his direction to hear him out, but he was much closer than you expected and you almost stumbled right into him. He caught your arms easily, and out of habit, you tried to pull away. But he was the one initiating contact, so your body slowly relaxed.

“I’m sorry about Lyla, she was just teasing me.”

“It does sound like something she would do.”

Lyla was possibly the only other scientist Miguel was comfortable with. While his skills did improve over the years, there were still things that you could read. He was slowly coming out of that bubble, and you couldn’t have been more proud. Because you understood why. His effort was important.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this, but it’s a bit difficult for me to put into words..”

He trailed off, and he was looking away from you once again. A habit he’d done around others, but not so much you. That’s why you were nervous now.

“W-what is it?”

There was a part of you that feared the answer to this question.

“I would like to date you.”

It sounded like a proposal, and your brain needed a moment to really catch up with his words.

“Date…Wait really!!!”

That familiar blush adorned his face and he released you, taking a breath as he flexed his fingers.

“Yes I..Lyla said that all I needed to do was be honest. Are you not interested in-”

“I’m interested!”

At that moment you didn’t care how desperate you sounded. The man you’d been pining after for almost a year and a half was actually asking you out.

“I’d love to Miguel.”

“Wow eso es bueno...”

It was a little mutter, and you smiled.

All of it felt great.

It’s like a dream.

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #au #spiderpeople #humor #trust #feelings #cute #miguelxreader #differences #care #coworkers #scientists #lab #fluff

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couldyouspeakmyname · 2 years

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Could I request a date night with the Shishigumi?

Sure!!!! Thank you for waiting!!!

-Maeve

Ibuki

Cooks for you. Spends hours practicing and setting up.

It's candle lit. He wants it to be special and he's an old kind of romantic

He wants to spend the evening just with you and talking

His ideal end of a date would be watching a classic romance movie on the couch and falling asleep with you in his arms

Free

Free would take you bar hopping. He's not a super romantic guy, but spending time with you is important.

He also wants a fun time

At the end of the night he'd like a little extra something 👀 but he's not going to force it

He wants to make memories you two will remember

Dolph

Wants something low key, probably your favorite take out and a few movies.

He wouldn't mind going out to eat at a cafe

He likes spending time with you, and doesn't require a lot of special events to do so

Agata

Video game date? Video game date.

He might take you to an adult arcade, one of those with a bar and classic games, so you two can play together.

He's also down to go to a theme park and pig out on junk food.

Would be very happy to fall asleep with you while playing something low key like Beastars version of animal crossing

Sabu

Motorcycle date

Will drive you out to the middle of a field to watch the stars

Has a picnic basket for you and a bottle of wine.

He's surprisingly romantic for a gangster

Miguel

Gym date.

He'd love to work out with you, or help you work out. It doesn't matter if it's at a gym, or just a nature walk/hike. He wants to be up and moving and be able to show off for you

After, he'd love to go to a cute café that does smoothies

Jinma

Would take you on a murder mystery date

Maybe one on a train, since then he could show off his skills in terms of problem solving and connecting dots.

That also comes with dinner

It's also something you two can do together.

Dope

A bookstore date. He will buy you hard covers and as many books as you want.

Coffee date after.

He loves dates where you two can talk and compare what you find interesting and what you dislike.

You two could end the day reading and just enjoying one another's company.

Hino

Spoiling you and a shopping date

He helps you find outfits that look good and compliment you

Hino is very fancy, so expect to eat somewhere extravagant that requires a reservation weeks in advance

The end of the day probably involves snuggling and falling asleep to a romance movie.

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starrynite7114 · 3 years

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What I’ve Done In 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

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I was tagged by @angelreyesgirl and @irrelevantwriter! Thank you both for the tags!

Also, thank you to @justlikebreathing for bringing this to my attention! Sorry it took so long lol

1. Everything is You (AngelxOC)

So, I’m a sucker for Korean dramas. They have the perfect mix of sweet, comedy, and angst (A LOT OF ANGST). Anyways, I based the main OC on the main character in the Korean Drama ‘You are my destiny’. She’s loosely based on the main character. I’m not even sure where this idea came from. I was watching the drama and I couldn’t exactly based the story on it, it didn’t feel right. So the idea came to me, what if Angel had a kid and due to his background, the orphanage where his ex dropped off their kid didn’t want to give the kid to him. Farfetched I know, but it fit the story. Anyways, he ends up marrying his childhood friend who adopted his son in order for him to keep his kid. It’s honestly been a roller coaster but it has been one of my favorite stories to write.

2. Snapshots (AngelxReader)

I started in the Mayans fandom maybe a year and a half ago? I stopped writing for Angel cause another muse got me. But one of the first reader inserts I did with Angel was ‘Snapshots’. I’m a sucker for the best friend trope. I’ve seen a few where they promised one another that if they were still single at a certain age, they would get married. This idea just stuck to me and I started writing. I honestly just planned to write Traditions and Silent Treatment, but here we are now, almost 17 chapters in. It holds a special place in my heart cause it was my first reader insert. I wrote my first smut scene with this story as well.

3. Misconstrued (AngelxReader)

Misconstrued was a request that I definitely had so much fun writing. I’m all about creating worlds. I try my best to keep requests to just one-shots, but some times, the brain takes over and here I am, six parts in. I still have to write the last part, which is the epilogue. I honestly think I veered off the request the anon had, but I hope I was still able to deliver what they wanted. This was supposed to be about a date, which it was, but then I ended up adding other plot lines in it and honestly, the response I got for the story was so heartwarming and fun. I loved interacting with everyone and how they strongly they felt for one of the characters.

4. Two Weeks (MiguelxReader)

This was my first time writing for Miguel and I was absolutely excited. I was watching Two Weeks Notice, one of my favorite movies, and I thought about how it would be interesting if Miguel had this assistant who he obviously depended on, someone he trusted so much. A korean drama called ‘What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim,’ also inspired me for this. Miguel is fun to write for cause just that boss aura about him aways had me intrigued. I’m trying to write part 3 and I just can’t wait to see where I can bring this story.

5. Roommates (AngelxReader)

@blackmissfrizzle have been talking about this idea for ages. I think when we first started talking during the end of the summer, I brought up the idea that wouldn’t it be interesting if Angel was your roommate and honestly, the idea just grew from there. I didn’t write it till later, but I’m so glad I did. This went from a roommates story to just a whole another world. When she left him hanging, trying to get even, this story is such a joy to write. Again, I love building worlds and this has to be one of my favorites.

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