Can You Do Like Hobie X Reader But Miguel Is Readers Father And He Finds Out That Reader Is Dating Hobie

can you do like hobie x reader but miguel is readers father and he finds out that reader is dating hobie

yes. for this though we will have to kind of work around gabriella. we’ll just say she exists and is your older sister || i’m not really sure what ages i should use so i’ll leave that ambiguous.

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mahogany fluff —- oneshot

(hobie x spanish speaking!reader) —— fem prns

avoidance. a skill you need to learn if you are going to sneak around and evade your parent. especially if that parent is 6’9 and 110% muscle.

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your origin story with hobie is one that’s messy at best. especially considering the obvious blockade that was your father. him being overprotective and also hobie’s boss are two things that one never wants paired together. yet, love is one thing that can overcome. — i’m just kidding, there wasn’t a powerful we love each other moment, mostly just a lot of laughing.

it was mid july and your father was just as engrossed with work as always. you wanted to spend time together, have fun. he said he would love to but honestly you didnt think it would happen. you began to go to headquarters yourself and drag him from work. like, literally drag him.

this obviously garnered lots of attention, for one, who is this girl yelling at boss? a certain spider also happened to catch wind of the girl. he would join the crowd, laughing, cheering mildly aswell.

“dijiste que vendrías a cenar conmigo y con gabi . ¿y dónde te encuentro? ¡no en la cena! ¡hicimos empanadas, imbécil!”

“¡lo siento, mi princesa! i promise i didn’t mean to miss dinner.”

“yeah well you did, no empanadas for you. we’ll feed them to chester instead.” you say, turning around and walking away. leaving miguel to bask in the shame. you giggled at the thought of your dog getting more empanadas than your own father.

while miguel was busy being questioned about the strange girl who just walked up in here, hobie walks off to go talk to her.

“man you are an ace! that was barmy. who are you?” hobie leads with a compliment, genuinely impressed and a little refreshed at your presence, how not scared you were to yell at miguel. “a new spider recruit?”

you stop, rolling your eyes a little, still fuming at your dad. turning to greet the voice your mood immediately switches. his smooth accent and his sharp features should’ve made you a puddle right there. “n-no i’m not a spider recruit. i’m that pendejo’s daughter.”

“na shot,”

“don’t get your knickers in a twist,” you say mildly mocking his thick cockney.

“how d’you know?”

“i watch a lot television.” a laugh coming from both of you meld together.

“i’m just amazed at how you stood to the boss like tha’,”

“it’s a lot easier when the boss comes home and watches the soaps with you. what’s your name mysterious spider who’s following me home?”

“hobie, hobie brown. you’re a cheeky one, can’t believe you come from ‘im.”

“no, i’m y/n.” he laughs at your stupid joke, making your face heat up.

“i’d be chuffed to hang out with you sometime y/n. maybe visit my earth?”

“papá no me deja ir a diferentes tierras,” you shrug. “says it’s too dangerous.”

hobie nods, pretending he knows what’s you said. “atleast let me get to know you. ya like ackee?”

“mhm,” you say, a little suspicious but also mildly intrigued.

“‘ow bout tomorrow you come ‘ere n i’ll take you to some real jamaican food.”

“alright hobie, i’ll play.” you giggle and continue to your car.

he smiles waving. knowing what he’s getting himself into.

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sorry no part 2! i’m really sorry to those who are disappointed by this :(

OMG the part with the coffee??? actually shoot me that was so adorable. love love love

okay that gif was not the one i wanted but it’s staying now

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

6. I can't remember what this was called. It didn't save 😒.

Part 1 - the intern

Part 2 - the sleeves

Warnings: brief description of sex (p in v).

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Her intern ran over to her table and hopped into the seat across from her, her eyes wide with terror. X flashed her a questioning look over her laptop.

“Miguel asked to see me in his office,” Reena revealed, prompting X’s expression to rearrange into one of amusement.

“Yeah,” she replied obviously. “You need to have your final debriefing or whatever, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, right,” she replied, calming down a little. Then she started panicking again. “But what if he tells me I did a horrible job?!”

X snickered and closed her laptop so she could give Reena her full attention.

“You’ve done good!” she reassured her calmly. “I think you’ve improved so much since you first joined. Do you feel like you’ve learned a lot?”

“Yeah! Definitely!” Reena agreed quickly, her apprehension melting into delight. “I feel so much more confident in the lab than when I first started.”

X grinned as she opened her laptop again. “That’s great! What time are you meeting Miguel?”

“In …” Reena checked the time on her phone and her eyes widened in horror again. “Oh my god! Five minutes! See you later! Bye!” She rushed off to Miguel’s office and X chuckled before getting back to her work.

X snapped her laptop shut and strolled over to the pantry, deciding that it was time for a coffee break. She grabbed a glass and scooped a few spoonfuls of sugar into it before placing it under the coffee machine. She folded her arms across her chest as she waited for the machine to pour out the caffeinated liquid, then startled when she felt a hand slide across her lower back.

He felt his chest warm when he saw the smile already stretched across her lips as she turned around to face him. X fluttered her eyelashes up at him playfully and Miguel bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning down at her.

“Yes, boss?” she asked, purposefully drawing out the word in the way she knew drove him crazy. Her stomach gave a flip as the familiar citrus smell of him wrapped around her senses and her eyes flickered around the hall to make sure no one was paying any special attention to them. But it was Miguel, of course people were paying attention to him. Miguel followed her gaze and glanced at the groups of interns whispering and giggling to each other as they watched the interaction between him and his little RA. He rolled his eyes and took a step back from her, putting a more appropriate amount of distance between them.

“I asked your intern about you; about how you’ve been as a mentor,” he revealed, the corners of his lips twitching in anticipation of her reaction. X’s eyes widened in excitement and Miguel pressed his lips together to stop himself from smiling. Mierda, she was cute.

“And?” she pushed when he didn’t continue. Miguel shrugged, keeping a disinterested expression on his face.

“I can’t share that information with you, arañita: it’s confidential.” X’s brows furrowed in irritation at his vague response.

“But then how am I supposed to know how to improve?” she pointed out, her lips twisting down at the corners as she looked up at him. Miguel shook his head, refusing to give in to her.

“I guess you’re just going to have to ask her yourself,” he suggested. X huffed and turned back around to her coffee.

“Ugh, you’re such a bully sometimes,” she chided him, knowing she wouldn’t be getting any answers out of him anytime soon. Miguel grinned and followed behind her as she moved her glass to the table and began mixing the contents with a spoon.

“That’s no way to talk to your boss,” he teased her, his warm breath tickling her neck as he leaned over her. X clenched her muscles to stop herself from shivering at the low, smooth sound of his voice. Miguel chuckled at her refusal to respond, then took a step away from her. “See you later, arañita.”

“We’ll see about that,” X scoffed, keeping her voice low so he wouldn’t be able to hear. But he managed to pick up on her words just as he was turning to leave. Miguel paused and swivelled back around to face her, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the table beside her.

“What was that?”

X swallowed hard at the challenging look on his face and the way the muscles in his arms shifted beneath his shirt as he crossed them. He was so frustratingly hot, it made it almost impossible for her to focus on her thoughts sometimes. “I said I’ll see you later, Dr O’Hara?”

Miguel grinned at the sudden softness in her demeanour - he’d definitely be teaching her a lesson tonight. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Her boss pinched her side and X wrinkled her nose at him in annoyance. Then she picked up her coffee and returned to her desk.

“Did Miguel ask you about me?!” X hissed as she slid into the seat across from her intern. “Like, how I’ve been as a mentor? Have I done okay?”

Reena raised an eyebrow at the nervous look on X's face. “What? Yeah! You’ve been great! I think you were just really nervous in the beginning, that’s all.”

“Oh, thank god,” X sighed in relief. She’d always been pretty insecure in herself, but she’d started gaining a lot of confidence since she and Miguel had begun their relationship. Of course it helped that her boyfriend was super hot and had chosen her out of everyone. But aside from the compliments and little touches he’d always shower upon her, it was the way he looked at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice that made her heart flutter more than anything: dilated pupils, heavy eyelids, lips turned up ever so gently at the corners. He looked … grateful. Like it was a blessing to be able to spend time with her everyday.

“Why?” Reena asked, amused by X’s exaggerated displays of emotion - she could be so funny without even meaning to. “What did he say?” X frowned.

“He wouldn’t tell me. He told me that he asked you and then when I asked him what you said, he was all like,” she dropped her voice lower in an attempt to imitate him, “‘I can’t tell you that information, it’s classified.’”

X folded her arms across her chest and scoffed at the memory of their interaction. “He’s so mean sometimes.”

Reena grinned at the annoyed look on X’s face. “You guys are so cute together.”

“What?” X’s eyes widened at the declaration and her cheeks heated up with discomfort: she couldn’t possibly know about their relationship! Could she? No, she would have said something otherwise. X shook her head quickly, refuting the statement. “No we’re not! So, anyway, are you all done in lab?”

Thankfully, Reena took the bait and turned her attention to the list of experiments she’d compiled on her laptop. X released the breath she’d been holding and forced herself to focus on her intern’s words.

Miguel held onto the bed frame with one hand as he arched X’s back with the other.

“Ay, p*tas, mi angelita (Ah, f*ck, my little angel),” he groaned as he rocked his hips against hers. X whimpered and moaned as he slid his cock in and out of her, his large bulk filling her up entirely. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she reached her climax and he groaned again at the feeling of her p*ssy clenching around his dick. His body tensed as he approached his edge as well, then he relaxed his muscles as he came inside of her, his c*m spilling into her uterus and painting her walls white. Miguel sighed and lowered himself on top of her when he was done, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Sientes muy bien, mi arañita. (You feel so good, my little spider.)”

“Mmm, not as good as you,” X moaned, scrunching the soft strands of his hair between her fingers. Miguel chuckled and nipped at her earlobe before rolling over to lie beside her. X turned to face him, her expression suspiciously innocent as she began tracing the outlines of his chest with her finger. “So? What did she say?”

“Hmm?” Miguel turned to face his adorable little girlfriend, shooting her a confused look despite knowing exactly who she was talking about. “What did who say?” X huffed in irritation and Miguel felt his lips curl at the ends in response.

“Reena!” she exclaimed, pushing herself up to her elbow so she could glare down at him. Miguel ran his fingers down her back, stroking her soft skin gently.

“Oh. That,” he sighed, tugging her back to him. X settled in his arms again and Miguel dragged his fingernails along her spine. “She said you were terrible. Always bullying her and telling her that everything she did was wrong.”

“What the heck?!” X screeched in outrage, shooting up to a seat. She looked so pretty with her rosy lips twisted into a frown like that. “No way! She said I was good! I just needed to be more confident in myself!”

Miguel raised an eyebrow and smirked at her, his hand moving to caress her thigh. “So you asked her?”

“Of course I asked her!” X replied, lowering herself back down and snuggling against his chest. “It’s not like you were going to tell me anyway.”

Miguel grinned and tilted her face up to his so he could begin pressing soft kisses to her lips. “I thought you didn’t want to bring your work home, querida?”

X slid her hand up and down his chest as she kissed him back, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles beneath her palm. “I brought you home, didn’t I, boss?”

He groaned at that, then pulled her tight against him, cuddling her like she was a little toy. “Are you going to miss Reena?”

“Yeah,” X agreed softly, suddenly realising how tired she was now that the adrenaline had subsided. “But I'll get a new intern soon, right? Is it a guy? I hope he's cute!”

She buried her face in his chest to hide her grin at his scoff.

“Why would you care about that?!” Miguel inquired, his tone incredulous. He was cute when he was jealous. “And anyway, no, she’s not a guy.”

“Why do you keep hiring female interns, querido?” X asked, tilting her head back to give him a suspicious look. “Is there something I should be worried about?”

He tried to hold his frown as she looked up at him with narrowed eyes. But then she grinned and he felt his own lips curling at the ends in response.

“No,” he reassured her, ruffling her hair affectionately. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin against his. “And anyway, they're students. Besides being too young and immature, that would really be crossing a line.”

She kept silent as she considered his words and he was just about to get up to start cleaning her up when she finally responded.

“I'm not that old,” she sniffed, pretending to be more offended than she really was. Miguel smiled and squeezed her against him before untangling himself from her.

“You're just right, arañita,” he told her as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He looked back at her over his shoulder and licked his lips at the sight of her curves laid bare before him. “Just mine.”

Tags: @heubstr @julia4today

i’m obsessed with you blue 😭 like the genius that is your mind never ceases to amaze me cause wtf how are they this good everytimeeeee. and i love how he texts gabriel 🤞 muchas gracias por esta obra maestra

GymRat!Miguel Part 3

content warning: small food mentions, a little suggestive at parts so MINORS BEWARE, sexual tension?? 😗, insecure thoughts about a plus size body (may or may not be triggering for some), a few mean girls, college party, alcohol, drugs, mentions of throw up like once, a bad look for sororities (sorry, y'all are probably very wonderful people)

word count: 3.2k (NOT A DRABBLE WTF 😭) not proofread, if you see a mistake lmk

GymRat!Miguel's workout playlist is here! I had to stop myself from adding more songs because it so long lol. I didn't even include cool down songs.

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GymRat!Miguel who wakes up without having to hobble to the bathroom for once. No morning wood because his dream of you was soft this time. You two were cuddled up on a couch with the world’s most fluffy blanket. He smiles to himself as he drags his feet to the bathroom. It was if dancing clouds and bubbles were floating around his head.

GymRat!Miguel who’s able to sit and chat with Ms. Beatrice longer today because his class doesn’t start until that after noon. He compliments her on the egg sandwich from the other day and she squeezes his cheeks when she thanks him as if he were a baby.

GymRat!Miguel who tinkers in the engineering building as he waits for lunch. He joined the small but mighty robotics team as soon as he found out there was one. There was a fighting robot division, and he needed to figure out the problems with his team’s robot sooner rather than later.

GymRat!Miguel who spots you at the student center having your lunch. He wastes no time to grab his food and book it to your table. He calls your name before he gets there, not wanting to startle you. You smile when you look up surprised to see him there.

"Can I join you?" he says, trying not to seem out of breath with how fast his heart is beating.

"Yeah," you say, arranging your things around. You push your computer to the side as he places his burito bowl on the table. "I'm finally getting to see you outside of lab."

In his mind, he takes a note of you being in the student center at this time. He wants to make eating with you a routine thing.

"What were you watching?" he asks, trying to curb the rush that your presence has on him. He opened up his bowl and started to mix his food, waiting patiently for your answer.

"This is a little embarrassing but," you pause to dump one of your nuggets in sauce. "I was watching someone explain the downfall of Chuck E. Cheese." Your voice gets softer as you finish your sentence, eyes avoiding his gaze.

You were so cute. And it's almost as if you've never met him, the ultimate nerd.

"Nothing wrong with wanting to know why more and more locations went from five animatronics to one. Or how they started to sell their pizzas under ghost kitchens," he says, taking a bite from his bowl.

You looked at him and your smile grew. Miguel could only think 'there she is. there's my girl.'

The two of you chatted about everything from malfunctioning Chuck E's to your classes to your food. Miguel was through the roof.

GymRat!Miguel who offers to carry your art portfolio case for you to the art building. Anything to extend your time together. Plus, why should you have to hold it when he's here? He holds the doors for you and presses the elevator buttons before you can even think to.

GymRat!Miguel who really loves when the elevator door closes and he can look down at as you talk away. Just for those few seconds, the outside world is quiet and it's just you two. In another world, he'd kiss you before the doors open. In another world, he'd tilt your head up and have you look at him when you speak, he wanted to read your eyes too.

You're staring at him expectantly, eyes reminding him of baby deers. He tilts his had at you, wondering why you're staring at him.

"Miguel the door is open. We have to leave before it closes," you say.

He's instantly broke back to reality.

"Right! Sorry," he says, heat rising on the back of his neck. He steps out and holds his hand in front of the opening so that the door doesn't close you.

"Thank you," you say, a giggle under your breath.

Miguel has done some pretty embarrassing things when it comes to you, but he didn't think it would bleed into when he was actually in front of you.

In this world, he needed to not give you the creeps. Get it together.

GymRat!Miguel who is ecstatic that you still want to come work out with him. You all plan to meet that Friday. You don't know what you want to work out, but you say you're excited. Miguel has tonight, Wednesday, and Thursday to plan the perfect workout for you.

Should he go buy a bottle so he can make you a smoothie? Or should he offer to buy you a smoothie afterwards? Do you even like smoothies? Maybe he should invite you to breakfast. Would you want to eat right after you worked out? You needed to eat to make sure you can speed up the healing process though....

GymRat!Miguel who waves you goodbye when it's almost time for your studio class to start, mind filled with so many questions.

Your friend turns to you immediately when Miguel is gone.

"And who was that?" she says, eyes shocked.

"He's a guy from my lab. His name is Miguel," you say, grinning in your hands. You felt like kicking your feet in the air, but alas, no time.

"He's super hot. Like, seriously," your friend says, moving her taboret next to her workspace. "I would hit it. Constantly."

"Please stop talking," you say, laughing along. "I'm not even sure if he goes for girls like me. I'd rather not get my hopes up." You wanted to keep yourself in reality and falling for Miguel might put you too close to the land of delusion. You figured that Miguel was just super nice, especially after you two worked so hard for that lab project.

Your friend stops and looks at you, she slams the liquin tin on the table and puts her hand on her hip.

"First of all, those "types of guys" love big girls, so don't give me that. Second of all, are you not seeing how he looks at you. He's giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes, like, ever." She picks the liquin tin back up and starts scooping aggressively at the sides. "You gotta be more confident! You're gorgeous, anyone with a functioning brain can see that."

You stand there stunned, shocked at your friend's outburst. "I am confident!" Partially true. "I just...don't want to be hurt."

"I understand that, but have you even asked if he likes you or not?"

You shake your head no.

"Exactly. The night is still young," your friend says, pointing her palette knife at you. "And if you don't go for it, I will."

"Oh my god, shut up," you say, throwing a crumbled shop towel at her. You still kept her words in the back of your mind, storing it for later.

GymRat!Miguel who paces in front of the campus gym, waiting for your arrival. He got up extra early and gave himself a pep talk in the mirror. It wasn't a date, per se, but he felt that it could lead to one if he played his cards right. He decided to just invite you out to eat, figuring you would bring your stickered-water bottle.

GymRat!Miguel who spots you before you even call his name. He waves, smile taking over his features. You wave back, and it isn't until you're ten steps away that he finally takes in your full outfit. Another two-piece that was going to be the death of him, the only thing was that this was in the flesh. He cursed under his breath before you got closer, brain short-circuiting at the fabric hugging your skin.

"Ready to go?" he asks, forcing himself to not look at your body and to look at your face.

"Yeah! I'm a little nervous but I'm ready to work," you say, following him to the door.

He opens the doors for you, "Nothing to be nervous about. You're in good hands."

He brings you to his locker so you can put your bag in there, not wanting anyone to snag your belongings.

You guys start at the track, walking a lap as a warm up. Usually Miguel would do a lap or two of jogging, and as much as he wanted to watch you bounce, especially on him, this was a beginner workout. He didn't want to scare you with how intense he can get. While walking, you guys chatted about little things. Miguel tells you how wasn't nearly this big four years ago, ensuring you that the path to get here can be hard. You tell him that you just want be healthy, not caring if you lost weight or gained muscle. Miguel was secretly happy to hear this because he liked your body the way it was, but he would roll with whatever you were feeling.

GymRat!Miguel who helps you stretch. You both sit on the floor and face each other with your feet touching. Miguel saw how much smaller your feet were compared to his and his heart fluttered. His mind was filled with a million voices rambling off new things about you.

"She's focusing so hard"

"How can a gym outfit be so hot"

"She's so close to me when we do this stretch"

"Her hands are so warm"

"Maybe I should have stretched her from behind too"

That last thought gets Miguel to move you guys to the next part of the routine. How is his head always in the gutter?

GymRat!Miguel who starts you off with dumbbells, giving you the 5 lb weights to start. He starts you off with a few shoulder and arm exercises, giving you tips and praise along the way. His touches linger on your arms as he corrects your form, watching your body intensely. His constant "good"s, "one more''s, and "uh huh"s hit you right in your core. You're thankful that you're out of breath and heated from the workout, otherwise you would have melted before him.

GymRat!Miguel who pulls out all of the stops, using the heavier weights for his sets. He screams on the inside when you cheer him on. You clap at the end of one of his harder sets, happy that he pushed himself. He bows in silly way, sweat dripping down his face and laughing at your actions.

GymRat!Miguel who spots you while you use a heavier weight to do squats. You wanted to go for the 15 lb weight even though it was your first time doing weighted squats. He didn't want you to fall over, so he stood behind you and held his hands in the air by your waist as you went down. He knew that he was supposed to be focused, but he couldn't help but to glance at your ass a few times. God.

GymRat!Miguel who ends off your workout with the bikes, you guys making it a small competition. He stands and cycles, watching as your jaw dropped. You started to stand but got a little scared and gave up quick. Miguel couldn't have that. He stopped moving and got up to be by your side.

"You got it don't be scared," he says, watching you work.

"I literally can't do that," you say, cycling a little faster.

"Sure you can! Try it, I'm right here," he says, encouraging you.

You fight your fear and stand up and cycle. "Oh my god," you say, breaths coming out hard.

"That's it, that's it," Miguel says, voice warm as he praises you. "You're doing so good. Keep going."

You push until you can't anymore, Miguel cheering at your side.

GymRat!Miguel who guides you to the showers after your workout. It sucks that he can't be in there with you. His imagination can only get him so far.

GymRat!Miguel who waits for you to come out of the bathroom, ready to ask you to go for smoothies and breakfast. He hopes you say yes.

GymRat!Miguel who is in awe again at how you look. How many two-piece sets did you have? How does he survive them every single time? He mutters up the courage to ask you if you wanted to go get smoothies, adding on that he would pay. You glow and say yes, stating that you love smoothies. He's soaring.

GymRat!Miguel who brings your food to the table, two wraps and two smoothies. A protein shake for him and a fruit smoothie for you.

"That was a really good workout today. You definitely put me to work," you say, unwrapping the straw to stab it through the top. You hum at the flavor as you take a sip.

"Good?" Miguel asks, and you nod your head with your thumb up. "I'm glad you liked the workout. I was excited to have a partner."

"A partner? Why didn't you invite us to join?"

You both look up to see a few girls standing by the checkout counter. Miguel notices them as the sorority girls from his literature class. They walk over to your table, eyes twinkling as they take in Miguel.

Miguel chuckles awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He didn't think he had to deal with them outside of class too.

One of the girls look at you and goes, "Oo are you a personal trainer?"

You're taken aback, eyes scanning between the girls. You're about to open your mouth to respond but Miguel gets to them first.

"No, we're workout partners," he says, snapping at the girl. "And we're kind of having a conversation right now so is there anything else that you guys want to say?"

The girl cowers a bit at Miguel's words, laughing as if he told a joke and twirling her hair. The leader of the pack turns to Miguel, "Sorry about that. We wanted to see if you could come to our party tomorrow night. It'll be super fun and we would love to see you there."

A party? Miguel hadn't gone to one since he moved on campus. He always wanted to experience a college one. He turned to you and saw that you just tapped at your phone, not looking to the girls.

"I'll go if I can bring her," Miguel says, tapping his foot against yours. You look up, shock in your eyes,

Some of the girls slump, and the leader tightens her smile, "Fine! That's cool. I'll send you the details later."

The girls walk off and you stare at them, eyes squinting.

"They're an interesting bunch aren't they?" you say, continuing to eat your wrap.

"Right?" Miguel says, turning back to you.

GymRat!Miguel who comes to your dorm, ready to walk you to the party. He knocks on your door, a little nervous. He had on a nice top, the top open a little bit and a thin chain around his neck. After a while, you opened the door and gobsmacked him again with your outfit.

"Wow," he says, standing in the door like an idiot.

"Is it bad?" you ask, body glowing.

"No, you look amazing," Miguel says. "Ready to go?" He holds his arm out, softly smiling at you.

You nod and intertwine your arm through his.

GymRat!Miguel who takes in the atmosphere, frat guys yelling by a pool table, a few girls dancing with red solo cups, some people making out on the couch.

For Miguel, it was a lot.

He turned to you, yelling to ask if you wanted a drink. You say yes and you both make your way to the kitchen.

There, you both are met with the sorority girls crowding the kitchen. Some of them are passing around some pills around and others are chatting by the island. One of them looks up and sees you guys lingering by the entrance.

"Miguel! You made it! Come on have a drink," she pulls him closer in the room. "Want a xannie?"

"I'm good," he says, handing you a cup of Pink Whitney. You take a sip and turn your nose a little bit. You might have to suck it up to get through the night.

"I'm so glad you made it. I have something that I've been meaning to show you," she says, batting her eyes. She convinces him to follow her up the stairs.

Miguel yells over his shoulder that he'll be right back.

You stand in the kitchen, fingers tapping against your cup. You felt a little silly and out of place. You didn't know anyone else here and the people were cliquey.

You joined a few games of beer pong, trying to enjoy yourself, but you couldn't help but to think about Miguel.

You dance a little, joining some random girls in the middle of the room. The music is ok, but you were just trying to have a good time. After an hour or so, you get nervous. Miguel hasn't been back in a while.

You head back to the kitchen, thinking maybe he could be in there.

"If you're looking for Miguel, he's probably deep in a bed right now," one girl giggles as she comes up beside you, grabbing another drink.

"What?" you say, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah girl, why else would he be gone so long? I tried to go up there and the doors were locked. Just text him tomorrow."

Your hand grips your cup tighter, watching as the girl goes back into the thick of the crowd.

You decide to wait a little longer, scrolling on the same three apps back to back for another hour. You look at the time again and the 3 am stares back at you mockingly.

You figure that he's really not coming back down and open your Instagram to give him a text.

“Hey Miguel! I’m gonna go ahead and go back to my dorm. It's getting pretty late."

You walk back to your dorm, arms wrapped around yourself to brace from the cold.

GymRat!Miguel who finally makes it to a bathroom that's not occupied with some one hovering over the toilet. He feels out of it. Throwing back a few too many shots. He was trying to get back downstairs but there was always someone there to pull him back, offering something.

A shot? Sure.

A pill? No.

A game? Maybe.

The girl who brought him up there tried her best to get in his pants, but if he was being honest, he didn't even remember his name. Or any of the names of the girls that came in afterwards. He declined every one of them, just wanting to get some air.

He was able to check his phone.

3:35 am.

He sees your message and feels sick. He runs downstairs and out the door, the cool air sobering him up a bit.

"Fuck," he says hands to his head. He squats and texts you back.

"I am so sorry. I got caught up. Did you make it back safely?"

It was so late, there was no way you would respond. He fucked up.

He texted Gabriel, maybe his drunk mind pushing him to seek help from his little brother.

"So if I invite a girl to a party and leave her what are the chances that she will text me back? :((("

"Dude. It's almost 4am. And where is this so-called game that you have? Ik you're not asking me about anything"

"Gabri :(((("

"I'll be honest, she's probably blocking your number. IF she even has it lol"

Yeah. He fucked up.

dividers by: @yeribbon 🩵

a/n: Miguel's gym playlist is such a jarring difference from my own gym playlist. 😭 I left you guys with an extra long addition today because I have soooo much hw that's piling up and it's tearing me apart.

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‘Spider’ is the kinda word that makes me respell it just to make sure i wrote it correctly

but ya really can’t blame the bloody brit. Jealousy’s only a natural emotion.

(like lemon sharks. Lemon sharks get jealous when divers they befriend hang with other lemon sharks)

and especially imagine Hobie just resting his head on top of yours, ESPECIALLY if you’re short like my 5’3 ass. Just, Gaifjcgdlh ilovehimtoomuchihateit

i. love. lemon sharks. THEY ARE SO ADORABLE

i’m 5’4 and lowkey i feel like whenever you two are to someone he’ll use your head as an arm rest cause he likes to see you angry . spiderpunk likes seeing you be punk too #canon

cozy glow fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) — fem prns..?

hobie, the rule breaking, cop hating, spider-punk. he goes around spraypainting walls, or beating some evil villain. that or he’s being told off by miguel for his “disrespectful” behavior. AKA he was telling the truth and miguel doesn’t seem to appreciate honesty as much as hobart does.

maybe people expect him to have a girlfriend just as punk as him. maybe they don’t expect a girlfriend at all.

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last night had been a long one. he had just gotten home from a mission with gwendy. he had some scrapes and bruises so he was forced to go to the medical center. he hated being told to do things, especially go to the medical center. it was so sterile, so void of life. and could definitely use a new paint job.

he had missed band practice which means having his phone blown up about their upcoming gig and how it was the 4th time that month he’d “skipped” practicing.

as he swung through the city all he could think of was you. all he could think of was the way you smelt like sugar cookies and rainy days. he dodged building after building, soon his eyes focusing on the apartment ahead. only one room illuminated.

only one room with that familiar cozy glow that he came to appreciate oh so much. as he approached the edifice, his eyes trained on the dusty bricks, and the chipping paint of the window sill that he had glued himself against, climbing the side of the structure.

he pryed open the window, a loud creaking noise ensuing. he winced slightly, hoping that if you were sleeping, you hadn’t woken up. he crawled into the kitchen, inhaling at your aroma that snuck its way throughout the flat.

he scanned the space, he saw the muffins you had left on the stove top. he grabbed one as he snuck towards your bedroom. noting the usual decorations as well as some new ones. pictures of him, in a pink frame of course. he ran his fingers over it, reminiscing on the memory, one from a week prior. you had convinced hobie to go to a fair.

the both of you had a wonderful time then, even if he was reluctant to admit it. you accepted this and was proud that he stepped out of his comfort zone while also managing not to steal.

curse you and your sickeningly sweet smile that makes him forget how horrible the system is. don’t worry, he made some ruckus the next day to make up for the loss. as his eyes grew heavy he reached for the handle of your door.

the door opened with a loud moan of the hinges. the list on your fridge of things to fix in your house obviously not helping. glancing at the clock, he read the time. 2 am. he mentally cursed himself for coming to see you that late, but really who could blame him.

most see hobie as a ruffian who only causes uproar and disharmony. but you saw him as much more. he was able to be himself with you. he allowed himself to let you in, to see all his insecurities that weren’t open to the rest of the world.

he glanced back at you, snuggled up in a pink blanket and your hello kitty pajamas. both of which he bought (stole) for you (but he wouldn’t tell you that he actually stole it). the light still shining dimly, he chuckled, knowing you had probably stayed up waiting for him.

he soon discarded the majority of his clothes and climbed into bed next to you. your figure tossing and turning, your breath changing before restoring back to a soft snore. you found it embarrassing that you snore, he found it adorable and made sure to reassure you of that. and also to remind you that insecurity is another way the government divides us so we can’t band together and overthrow it.

reaching over he turned off the light. his black shirt contrasting with the rosy color of your linens. he wraps his arms around you, which you quickly oblige. snuggling closer into his chest.

“love ‘ya doe.” he had begun calling you doe when you first met, it was to point out your innocence which soon became something he treasured most about you. although he did appreciate your tenacity when protesting. you could definitely overthrow one hell of a government all on your own when you were angry.

“mm love you too,” you said sleepily, only mildly drooling on hobie. you fell back asleep as quick as you woke up. he smiled and rested his chin on top your head.

closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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okay first fic what do we think? do you want more hobie? or maybe something with miguel??? i have a whole list of ideas but i’d love some more!! pls pls request something you want to see and i’ll add it to the list.

reblogs much appreciated, feel free to message me 🩷