These Men Make Me Feral Ghostface Miguel And Peter

These men make me feral 😩 ghostface Miguel and Peter…

Need someone to make a gn reader fic of this. (Thirsty for men rn.)

maybe. i have thought about making a side blog for fanfics (though it’ll most be reblogs of others works)

I’d have to think it over. But yeah probably!

you definitely should 🩷🩷

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CYCLONE — fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) —- WARNING: VERY SELF INDULGENT

it’s not often you exit your apartment willingly. besides walking the dogs or work, you find leaving unimportant. here you have your cats, vanilla and alfredo. the most adorable sweeties to every graze this earth. and of course rager, your chihuahua, named by hobie.

you have your stuffed animals, your beautiful pink appliances, and your fluffy, comfy, soft, heavenly, bed. you love it here, so why are you and hobie at a stadium with thousands of people?

you don’t blend in either, no you stick out. everybody here seems to be a man, middle aged, mildly balding, and dirty. and here comes you and your love, bright pink, and dressed in spikes. there’s noise.

ordinarily you’d be cowering, trying to get away. but no, you feed into it. what takes you so out of character?

monster trucks. so big, so brave, so cool. your eyes must’ve been watering, out of your reluctance to blink, because hobie reaches over and picks up a tear from your cheek.

“isn’t this so cool honey?” you yell, coughing a little from the smoke. surrounding yourself with smokers constantly may not be the best for your lungs.

“wha’eva you say love!” hobie yells back, equally as loud. he doesn’t necessarily dislike these events, he enjoys the disruptiveness of it all, but it’s far too much for his taste. although all that doesn’t matter when it comes to you.

his demeanor relaxes as he sees you yelling, with the largest grin. your favorite driver just did 20 cyclones, one of your favorite tricks.

[cyclones: a trick where a truck does donuts at very high speeds!]

a loud cheer erupts from the stands. youd think the queen just showed up. everybody showing their support for the expressiveness. monster trucks are so cool!

thirty minutes later—

you finally sit down after a while of shouting and clapping. you reach over to hobie to grab your water bottle, voice mildly hoarse from your displays of admiration. he’s been holding it there in his lap, the pink starkly contrasting with his colorless form.

“thank you baby,” you breathe out as you take a long sip. you smile up at him as he admires you. he doesn’t know how you manage to look so gorgeous after baking in the sun for two hours.

sweat runs down your forehead and your cheeks glow a bright red, and yet he’s still looking at you, practically with hearts in his eyes. he grins as you hand back the bottle.

“ ‘ow much longer do we got, lovely?” he responds, mildly sapped.

“just a couple more, they should be slowing down. we can go if you like. it’s hot out here, and i need some real food.”

“really? yo’ chill wit it?”

“i know you don’t really like these events and im overstimulated. so yes, im chill wit it.” you say mocking his british timbre. you stand up, using him up the stairs and out the stadium.

as you walk down the road, you take a deep breath. finally able to get out of the cloud of smoke. hobie takes your hand.

“wanna get some food?”

“you mean sandwhichs on a really cool house boat?”

“ ‘ome grown sandwich’s,” he winks.

“i’d love to, darling.”

his mind goes blank and his face turns red. you turn so you can’t see but you snicker to yourself. it’s rare you use a traditionally uk nickname, and hobie claims he doesn’t get flustered, but every time you drop one of those, he goes full off balance.

“mhm!” he says, gripping your hand tighter. him, shying away from eye contact, which heavily breaks his personal code. always stand up to the man, he thinks.

but what happens when this man, just so happens to be a pinks loving, chihuahua owning, monster trucks loving, beautiful, amazing, person?

he’s non-plused. he’s in love. he is going against everything he stands for. he doesn’t care. does she?

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#drabble #filling out a req a little??? #do we want more hobie or miguel 🤔

sorry for the asks lately/ genuinely

but! I deleted a note app i had recently and JUST REMEMBERED

I deleted like, two-three chapters i had on a Mafia! Miguel x Mafia!reader thingy i made.

And it was like, legit one of my best works in my opinion. I don’t really like miguel,

(or well, his attitude lmao. His character is slay and i KINDA see the appeal 👀)

But this actually? So good and i genuinely think i was doing good by his character. (Still a hot head yet respectable towards the reader. Especially considering the marriage was forced by both parties families)

i enjoy all the asks so don’t even worry!!! that actually sounds so good… like read first sentence, like, reblog, good

this is me encouraging you to rewrite it

please please please 🙏🙏🙏🙏

i’ve got a hint for a new fic :