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dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

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also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

SpanishDict

WordReference

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

Puerto Rico

Mexico (1) (2)

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in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

“querido/a” - darling

“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)

“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess

“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen

“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically

“tesoro” - treasure

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

“te amo” - romantic

“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)

see also:

te adoro - i adore you

te deseo - i want you

te necesito - i need you

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

poison me

xavier x fem

not proofread

summary; you -- a vampire -- are shocked to hear the favour that your boyfriend is desperate for, but what he didn't know is that you were just as desperate as him...

word count; 1,416

You and Xavier had just finished up with your homework (in which he did half) and we’re now getting settled in his bed, currently wearing a singlet and a pair of sweatpants you stole from him.

“Well now that we have that done, i guess i owe you a favour now. Anything you want, its yours” you said, crawling in between his legs, your chin on your hands and looking up at him with a cheeky plum-lipped smile.

“Yeah, you do. You know, if you got more sleep, then you would remember more things from class” He teased.

“You know it’s vampire instinct to go out at night! God, i don’t know how the other vamps manage to stay asleep” You pondered. You broke eye contact, circling your tongue around your left fang -- a habit you had when you were thinking. You felt Xavier’s body stiffen, then say your name.

“i know what i want for my favour” He spoke, breathing out of his mouth now. You propped yourself up so you were now kneeling in between his legs rather than laying down.

“Already? I would have thought you were gonna save it for something like art tips, or dinner, or--”

“I want you to bite me”

The answer took you by surprise, so much so you paused your talking to just look at him in slight shock.

"I- What?" You chuckled slightly, not knowing if you had heard the correct thing. He took a heavy breath before replying.

"I want you to bite me" He answered more clearly this time. Yep, you heard the right thing. You weren't sure what to say for a moment. Vampires biting other non-vampires was strictly against Nevermore rules.

"Xavier are you- Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble I could get into if someone saw the mark it would leave?" You asked in shock, this was something you had never expected him to ask for.

"So then ill wear my hair down" He answered quickly and plainly.

"You don't know the side effects, Xavier" You shook your head.

"So educate me, then" He answered plainly again. This was so unlike him?

"A non-vampire getting bit and infected with vampire venom is more serious than you think. Too much poison, then they die. Not enough. poison, it'll hurt like hell and won't be pleasant" You paused, seeing that his facial expression had not changed yet.

"When tasting pure blood -- that's what we call non-vampire blood -- it can be incredibly hard to stop. Some vampires don't even realise they're releasing venom into the victims bloodstream until they stop feeling a pulse. Its like a drug to us, and I'm not putting you in that short of danger" You continued, remaining a stern look on your face.

"I trust you" He replied. He leaned forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you so you weren't straddling him and he was against the headboard.

"You shouldn't. Ive never tasted pure-blood before. Im not sure if ill have the strength to stop"

"Then ill let you know when it becomes too much" He pleaded, his eyes practically drilling into yours.

"You won't be able to. It works both ways. We would both be too busy feeling euphoric. The blood filling the gaping hole in my stomach that no animals blood could ever give, and the venom going straight to your heart and brain, giving us both a feeling that we've never felt before" You finished, trying your very best to talk him out of it. If you were honest, you've always wanted to taste pure-blood, but lots vampires who have don't end up keeping the victim alive.

"I'll still trust you. C'mon, Y/n, you said anything" He pleaded, his hands making soft swirls on your sides.

"Not when your life is on the line!" You urged. You sighed and put your head down. "I could kill you, Xavier. I'd be chased, hunted, and eventually burned at the stake. If this goes sideways, it's game over" You spoke quietly. He lifted your chin to look at you again.

"I trust you. If that means putting my life on the line, then so be it" He replied. "Don't lie to yourself, i know its something that we both have been wanting to try for a while now"

He was right. There was no point lying and saying you haven't, because he would be able to see right through you. You put your index and middle finger to his jugular on his right. The pulse quickened, and it made you thirsty at the thought of it.

"Mm, don't tempt me"

"Please" He begged in a low voice, flickering his eyelids. He knew that whenever he did that, you would give him anything he wants. You shuffled your hips forward a bit more to get more comfortable, and that was when he knew it was about to happen.

You bent forward and came nose to nose with his jugular. You couldn't hear his heart beat and could practically see the vein pumping. Your mouth watered with poison, and you swallowed in slight fear.

"Are you ready?" You whispered. He nodded and angled his neck away from you to give you easier access.

"This might hurt a bit" Was the last thing you said before losing all patience. You pierced your needle-sharp teeth into the centre of the vein, hearing a sharp gasp from Xavier.

His blood pooled in your mouth and spilled out from the sides of your lips. Your pupils dilated as you were overtaken by a sudden wave of overbearing pleasure. It was like drinking liquid gold, or if heaven was converted into a liquid. You groaned as you sucked harshly, grabbing the other side of his neck to push him closer to you.

For Xavier, it hurt at first. It felt like two sharp pencils being stabbed right in the vein, but it only took a few seconds until the venom had already started taking effect.

Getting high with Ajax was less than nothing compared to this. He felt like he was floating, so much so he didn't even notice your hand hastily grabbing the other side of his neck. He was swimming in pure bliss, the venom quickly making its way through his bloodstream.

You continued savagely drinking like a lion who hasn't had anything to eat in the last month. You were aware that everyones blood tastes different, but you only wanted Xavier's. You didn't have anything else on your mind. Just blood.

Thirsty, blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier, Xavier, Xavier-

You were knocked out of your frenzy when the thought of Xavier caught your mind. Not blood, not Xavier's blood, but just Xavier. You pulled away, making eye contact with the pools of scarlet blood on his bed sheets, the dripping bite wound, and the wine-coloured lip mark surrounding it.

"Xavier? Xavier!" You called while cupping his face in both your hands and turning him to face you. "Xavier, are you alright?"

He looked at you with a half-lidded dazed expression. "told you so" He managed to say with a smile. It concerned you how out-of-it he seemed, so you checked his pulse on the other side of his neck, a purple bruise already forming from how viciously you had previously grabbed him.

His pulse was shallow. Shallow, perhaps, but it was there.

"Are you feeling okay?" You asked, grabbing several tissues from the box on his nightstand and dabbing at the wound. He winced at the feeling. "Mhm. Just tired" He yawned.

"That's the lack of blood, but your heart is pumping more as we speak. You can go to sleep if you like" You reassured, still dabbing at the puncture wounds.

"And the venom?" He asked quietly. You gave a small smile before replying.

"Well since you're alive right now, im guessing less than 50 millilitres of venom entered your bloodstream, meaning it'll take a few days to a week for your heart to work it out. During the next week you might experience withdrawals as if you were a crack addict. Its going to be hard, bu-"

You stopped when you realised he was already asleep. You smiled and went tot he bathroom to get a towel to wipe your mouth and neck with. You brought the same towel back to the bed to place over the blood on the bed that was still wet, and placed a bandaid on the wound.

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Peter Pan - You... (Part 2)

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Once Upon A Time Masterlist

part one

AU peter is Rumplstilskin’s son.

AU some true loves and soulmates have soulmarks but not all

warning: weapons, AU, fighting, abandonment, mentions of abuse and neglect and orphans

this is part two but it can be read separate to the first part.

I stood in between Regina and Peter, the Charmings on the other side of Peter, behind us was Felix, Devin, Granny, Zelena and the dwarfs and in front of us stood King Arthur and his Wife, the two of them surveying us.

“guess I can visiting Camelot off my bucket list” Devin leaned forwards to whisper, causing me to try and hide my laughter.

if there was one thing I couldn’t do, it was stay serious in front of royalty. and the lost boys liked to take advantage of that, turning it into a competition on who could get me to break first.

apparently I wasn’t successful in hiding my laughter when everyone turned to me, the Queen gasping at the sight of me.

“it can not be!” she said and I looked at the boys.

“what can’t be?” I asked quietly and the three of them shrugged.

“you are exactly like our daughter would be” she answered and I raised an eyebrow.

“would be?” David asked.

“she went missing over seventeen years ago. gone in the middle of the night” the Queen said as King Arthur kept staring at me.

“may I ask. what’s your name?” he finally asked and I glanced at Peter.

“(y/n) (l/n)” I answered as Queen Guinevere smiled sadly.

“what a lovely name” she said quietly.

“thank you?” I questioned.

There were many differences between myself and the royal couple, for instances the colours we wore.

I was dressed in knee high combat boots, black jeans and a dark royal blue button up, similar colours to what Regina wore, especially considering I thought of her as a mother figure to me, just as she thought of me as a daughter.

Queen Guinevere and King Arthur were dressed in red and silver.

they were royalty and I was not.

“if you don’t mind me asking what was your daughter’s name?” Mary-Margret stepped in to ask.

“and what happened?” Regina added.

“(y/n). it was engraved on a silver bracelet she wore.” Queen Guinevere said and my eyes widened.

surely not.

Peter grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers as Devin and Felix took a step closer.

“she was taken in the middle of the night a year after she was born. we searched for her but when we found even a clue she was taken through a portal. we haven’t seen or heard from her since” King Arthur explained as we all shared a look, from Grumpy to Emma, from Belle to Regina.

“I’m sorry that must have been… horrific” I stumbled over my words.

“we now hope she’s safe and loved.” King Arthur smiled at me and Mary-Margret looked between the two of us.

“did she have a soulmark?” she finally asked.

“yes. words and a design” the Queen answered.

“(y/n)…” Mary-Margret murmured but everyone heard it.

“do you know something?” Queen Guinevere asked sharply and i sighed, pulling my sleeve up as I let go of Peter’s hand.

“uh.. was this it?” I asked, showing them my soulmark and bracelet.

the room was silent as they examined my arm, looking at each detail as I stood nervously.

I had never actually tried to look for my parents. I had seen some pretty horrible things on the street and so I didn’t want to find them, especially when I thought they had tattooed the words and design on my arm.

Queen Guinevere was the first to break the silence, by starting to cry and pulling me into a hug.

it was sudden and it made me stumble into her grasp as she hugged me fiercely.

“it’s you!” she gasped and I didn’t comment.

King Arthur took a step back as the queen let go of me, letting me step back next to Peter, immediately entwining our fingers as Felix gave me a look, silently asking if I was alright.

I wasn’t sure.

“the people of Camelot, not only have we received visitors! our daughter, princess (y/n) has been returned to us!” the King made an announcement that had me shocked.

“princess?!” I exclaimed with a frown, looking at Regina and Emma.

what the hell?

“you must tell us how have you been? what’s happened to you?” Queen Guinevere asked, stepping in front of me as I tried to think.

“uh… I was on my own until I was twelve when I met Emma and she took me under her wing and not long after I met the everyone who came over.” I answered hesitantly.

“and?” she pressed.

“uh. there were a couple of curses involved, but I found I have magic?” I continued.

“magic? ah! you truly are our little miracle.” King Arthur chuckled.

“our kingdom’s blessing” Queen Guinevere smiled at me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this reasoning but we’ve had a long trip, is there any where we can all freshen up?” David stepped in, glancing at me as Peter pulled me back slightly, knowing I was overwhelmed.

“ah yes! you must!” King Arthur seemed startled but he led us up the steps and to the visitors chambers, leaving us with promises of returning to check on us.

once he was out of sight I surged forwards, hugging David quickly.

“thank you” I muttered when I pulled away.

“this royalty thing can be overwhelming and you looked a few seconds from exploding” he chuckled and I smiled.

“You guys are the only family I’ve ever had and even then I only really think of Regina like a mother, sorry robin” i paused as he chuckled.

“it’s alright.” he said and Regina smiled.

“and the fact that after so many years thinking my birth parents had tattooed this onto me and then to find out three years ago that they actually didn’t and now that they actually wanted me but I was kidnapped it’s a bit stressful” I gestured to my arm before Regina and the  boys smiled at me.

“well the king did say he’d be back so we should freshen up like we said we would” Mary-Margret cut in and I nodded.

“she’s gonna freak out” I heard Devin mutter to Felix as I narrowed my eyes.

“I’m not gonna freak out” I replied and everyone chuckled.

he was right.

ten minutes later, I was pacing in one room with Peter, Felix and Devin sitting as they watched me panic.

“I thought I was an orphan! turns out hey I’m the long lost princess of Camelot! with bloody magic!!” I exclaimed and Peter chuckled.

“you’ve been around the captain to much” he joked, trying to lift the atmosphere.

it didn’t work.

“(y/n), calm down” Regina’s voice came from the door as I turned to her.

“how can I calm down Regina? I’m scared. I can handle finding out my big sister is the daughter of two cursed fairy tale characters. I can handle dark curses, sleeping curses, dragons, trolls, lost boys, pirates, crooked royalty, I can handle soulmates! but I can’t handle parents!” I practically shrieked.

Regina sighed, opening her arms and pulled me into a hug, letting me cry.

minutes past as I started to stop crying and I pulled back slightly.

“we can figure out what to do later. for now we need to get you ready for the ball” she smiled softly at me and I giggled slightly through the tears.

I pulled back till I was standing on my own, standing a short distance from the others in the room so they didn’t get caught up in my magic.

I clicked my fingers and a soft grey smoke with streaks of blue, green, purple and white invaded my senses, enveloping me in a hug as I lifted my arms, the magic changing my outfit for me.

when the smoke disappeared, I was left in a dark blue dress, an Enchanted forest style dress as I didn’t think a land without magic dress would pass at a Camelot ball.

“better?” I asked and they all nodded with a smile.

Peter stood up, walking over  to me, putting his hands on my waist and leaning in, kissing me.

“you look magnificent love” he said when he pulled back and I smiled.

when I looked around Regina had left and Henry had entered with Belle.

“hi guys” I waved and Henry laughed.

“princess now” he joked and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“and you’re technically a prince Henry” I laughed at the look of shock on his face.

“well you both look lovely.” Belle laughed as I hugged her.

“are you boys staying behind or are you going to the ball?” she asked Peter, Devin, and Felix who sighed.

“I’ll go.” Felix looked almost like he’d rather do anything else but even he knew if he stayed he’d have to help look after baby Neal.

it was hilarious how fast a lost boy can ran when told he may have to look after a baby.

“Why not?” Devin shrugged and Peter just smirked, clicking his fingers and changing him and the boys into appropriate clothing for a ball.

“milady” he held his arm out to me and I playfully rolled my eyes.

this was going to be interesting.

only an hour or so later I stood behind Regina, ready for our names to be called.

they thought Regina was the saviour so she was announced as such when she was called.

“INTRODUCING THE LONG LOST PRINCESS, PRINCESS (Y/N)!” they called for me and I took a deep breath in.

I began my decent down the steps, making eye contact with Peter as he stood waiting for me.

I smiled at him, the sight of him helping ease my nerves.

it had been three years since we’d met, him kidnapping Henry and I went with the heroes to save him, not actually knowing what the exact meaning of the markings on my arm.

or the extent of my powers.

and since then Peter and I had gotten to know each other, coming to know each other like the back of our hands, fighting in sync. it had taken a mixture of Regina and Peter to teach me magic.

he could tell when I was scared and I could tell when he was getting angry. and it came as a bonus that the lost boys came to care for me like a sister.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, Peter stood in front of me, holding his hand out for me to take.

I smiled as I took it, ignoring the looks of the people from Camelot.

the music began to play as Peter wander off to talk to Henry or Felix and I stood talking with Devin and a knight of the round table, Sir Galahad.

“so you’ve been to Neverland?” Sir Galahad asked and I nodded.

“Yep. there’s a lot of mermaids. and not friendly mermaids” I answered before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I spun around only to come face to face with Peter, who was bowing with a dark (f/c) rose in his hand.

“care to dance… princess?” he teased and I chuckled.

“why of course peter” I answered and he placed the rose in my hair before we walked over to the dance floor, leaving Devin to talk to Sir Galahad.

we began to dance, exchanging conversation and laughing, not noticing how are friends and family looked at us with amusement and how the people of Camelot looked on with smiles, including my biological parents.

“how are you feeling princess?” he asked and I smiled.

“better. I didn’t expect the whole finding my parents thing. I never went looking for them and then I find out that they actually wanted me it’s a big shock on my part” I explained and he nodded.

“well we’ll always be by your side love” he said and that was the last thing we got to hear before there was a commotion and David was fighting one of the knights of the round table, beside Robin who fell to the ground, wounded.

another man charged at David as he had his back to the new fighter but Peter let go of my hand, summoning a sword to his hand as he blocked the attack.

“careful David!” he exclaimed and Felix stepped beside me, Devin on his other side.

“think he’ll need our help?” Devin asked and I shook my head.

“not unless there’s another assailant” Felix answered.

suddenly as we’re watching Peter’s lost his sword and is on his stomach, trying to reach it.

“and she’s going in” Felix muttered as I stepped forwards with a sword in my hand.

“sorry to step on your moment” I said with a smirk as I blocked his attempt to kill my boyfriend.

“stay out of this princess” the knight said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“you’ve threatened my love and my family.” I answered, exchanging blows with him as Peter grabbed his sword and jumped to his feet.

“thanks for the save lost girl” he smirked at me.

“anytime pan” I replied as we began to fight the knight, turning the knight in circles as he tried to defend on both swords.

it was only moments before the knight was on his knees and I had his sword in my hand.

“Felix catch!” I exclaimed, throwing him the knight’s sword, watching as the lost boy caught it and the people of Camelot gasped.

“not too bad princess” Peter smirked at me and I jokingly rolled my eyes at him.

“I gotta be good, don’t I?” I answered before Devin spoke up.

“now that you’ve got him what do you do with him?” he asked and I looked to Mary-Margret.

“i shall take him” King Arthur answered, walking forwards with Queen Guinevere who rushed to my side, checking me for injuries as I sent my sword back to my room.

“when did you learn to fight like that?” she finally asked and I shrugged.

“he shall be punished for trying to kill the saviour, the lost princess and their friends” I heard the King say as the boys stepped beside me.

“I’ve picked up a few things here and there” I answered.

the queen pulled me into a hug and I hesitated before hugging her back, accepting it.

I may not know what to do but I can try.

when we pulled back Felix looked at me with a smirk.

“you just fought a knight of the round table from Camelot, in a ball gown. how do you feel?” he asked and I chuckled.

“a bit different then to fighting in jeans and button up shirt” I answered before I noticed the Queen’s confused look.

“uh, Queen Guinevere, mother, this is Felix, Devin and Peter, Peter is my soulmate” I pointed at them and her eyes widened.

“what did you mean by fighting in jeans and a button up shirt?” she asked and I smiled.

“that’s not the first time I’ve fought someone trying to kill me and my friends. usually I’m dressed in similar clothes to what I arrived in since I lived in the land without magic. but that was the first time I fought in a ball gown.” i explained and she looked worried.

“do you regularly fight?” she questioned and I nodded.

“I’d rather fight to keep my friends by my side then to see them injured.” I answer and she took a deep breath in.

“you remind me of your father and I. we were very similar at your age” she admitted before pulling me into a hug.

“keep her safe” she said to the boys behind me who nodded as I hugged her back.

“thank you. mother” I whispered.

it was peaceful between us for a little as I stayed hugging my birth mother until Henry came running over.

“we needs your help.” he said and I pulled away from Guinevere.

“sorry, I’ve got to go help. I’ll see you later” I smiled, quickly hugging her before Peter grabbed my hand, taking off running.

finding my biological parents was not on the list of things I expected to happen today.

but I’m glad it happened anyways.

Cute

☆ — earth 42 miles x f! reader | lipstick

summary: miles had sneaked in y/n into his room, and she comes up with an idea to leave kiss imprints all over his face. it was all sweet till two people came into the room

pairing: earth 42 miles morales x f! reader

warning: makeout sesh

dd speaks: please correct me if the Spanish is wrong since I’m getting everything from spanishdict, and earth 42 miles is so fine. i’m also in nyc

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“watch your step pretty”

miles told her, his hand guiding her every move to climb into his bedroom. “no one home right” she asked, “yes ma no one home just will be the two of us”

he opened up the window letting y/n get inside first before following behind, closing the window. “your room nice miles”

she said walking around the room. “ooo what’s this” she asked grabbing a sketchbook. “you know i love you baby, but let’s not go through that” he said getting very defensive and flustered

“your flustered, did you draw me miles”

miles rolled his eyes at his girlfriend teasing. “mi vida come here”, she put down a book before walking over to where miles was sitting on the bed. “i have an fun idea to do” (transl: my life)

she smirked playing with his braids, straddling his lap. miles hands wrapped around her waist giving it a little squeeze “what’s that ma”

“kisses! how do you say again in spanish”

“besos mama” he said a smile on his lips. “besos! i’ll leave a bunch on your face, maybe i’ll take a picture and put as my wallpaper”

miles smiled at his girlfriend's enthusiasm. he was happy that she was trying to learn some spanish, he knew she only was doing this to make him feel better about his dad's death but he was grateful

“only if you want too”

“whatever makes you happy mama”

she smiles getting up from his lap to grab her lipstick out of her bag, before coming back to straddle his lap again

“hold still…”

miles felt y/n lips pressed on his skin, some giggles leaving her lips as she leaves kisses all over his face

“i love you so much” she muttered into his skin as he leaves a kiss on his lips. “baby that’s tickles” he laughed as she kisses all over his cheek

“baby stay still, some of the kisses are coming off crooked”

he chuckled, giving her waist a gentle squeeze. “usted mirar muy guapo” she said leaving one more kiss on his lips (transl: you look very handsome)

“not as beautiful as you,” he said leaving a kiss on her lips, “mhm… miles wait let me take a picture and then you kiss me as much as you want”

“smile handsome”

miles sent a cheeky smile towards the camera, before grabbing his own phone. “i’m going to need my own photo too” he told her. “of course” she said setting the picture as her wallpaper

she grabbed his cheek bringing her lips towards his cheek looking at the camera as she took the picture. “your beautiful”

“you tell me everyday” she smiled, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “just have to remind you” he explained, before going in for a kiss

the kiss was slow but passionate, not one of them wanting to breakaway, “you taste so good…” miles muttered on y/n lips. “thank you”

she moaned out, as he bite her bottom lip softly

“¿mijo qué es la partida en aqui?” (transl: son what’s going on here)

both y/n and miles separate quickly to see his mom and uncle aaron looking at them. “mami let me explain”

“oh i see what happened lover boy, this is your girlfriend, that’s why you’ve been so happy” rio said looking at him sternly

“i’m sorry for intruding” y/n apologized, grabbing her stuff about to leave. “no, no, you can stay i’m just disappointed that he decided to keep it a secret” she explained

“i was going to”

“no excuses, you hid me from such and cute woman” she said. y/n giggled a bit while she watch the two talk back in fourth

“mija want to stay for dinner” she asked, “oh sure i have no plans” y/n agreed. “good i love to get to know you”

“get washed up both of you, dinner is almost finished” she told them pointing at the kiss imprints on miles face

“yes ma’am”

bonus:

“miles you still got a kiss mark on you”

his uncle told him, as he was about to put on his prowler mask. “thanks for telling me” he said going to wash it off

“i didn’t know you were such a simp” uncle aaron teased

“can you just let it go

©mxn8y31 2023

can i plllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase have a bubbly reader offering miguel a hug (as a joke bc hes grumpy) and he says no at first but later on when hes rlly upset abt whatever he puts his pride in his pocket and asks for one??? i know tht man is touchstarved a good hug might fix him

wait shut up. this is adorable :((

✫ ;: .. A HUG? / miguel o’hara

fluff; that’s literally it; maybe a bit of angst??

“And why are you so grumpy?” You slid across the bench, as Miguel sat, minding his own business and eating. He doesn’t spare you a glance as you just rested your hands on your elbows, tilting your head with a smile.

“What is she doing?” Gwen asks, from her farther seat, next to Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, and (occasionally) Peter. They are all staring at you and your bubbly nature.

“Ah, let her figure out how antisocial he is.” Peter shrugs, adjusting Mayday’s spider beanie.

“I think she already knows.” Miles says.

“That’s probably why she’s over there. To “cheer” him up.” Pav adds.

“Good luck with tha’” Hobie lightly chuckles, resting back against Pav as he swings his legs up, watching what he’d call a “show”.

“You look like you could use a friend.” You say, finally making Miguel look at you. His expression was the definition of ‘indifferent’. Your smile didn’t fall. “Or maybe an acquaintance you can talk to?”

Miguel’s expression doesn’t shift. You nod. “Imma have you figured out soon…I promise.” Your eyes slightly narrow in an inspection of him. Then he turns back to his food.

“It’s going well.” Pav sarcastically comments back at their table, making Hobie scoff.

“You know…” you say, fingers lightly tapping the table. “There’s things that can help with being moody.”

“I’m not moody.”

“Ah huh!” You softly cheer. “You spoke. Progress.”

Miguel looks exasperated as he shuts his eyes. He just wanted to enjoy his empanada.

“But you wanna know what will help?”

“I’m not…moody.” He repeats a little slower, to make sure you heard.

“Yeah you are. But it’s okay. Cause you wanna know what will help?”

“You clearly want to tell me.” Miguel breathes out.

“Mhm.” You smile. “A hug.”

Miguel shifts his gaze to you, blinking a few times.

From the farther table, the spider gang is still thoroughly invested. “Oh shit, he looks annoyed.” Miles comments.

“What do think she said?” Gwen asks, resting against the table.

“Tha’ he looks like a wannabe gangster.” Hobie says, now rocking his leg slightly back and forth as he watches.

“A hug would help. It helps me.” You are saying, still staring at Miguel, smiling.

Miguel clicks his jaw, before he’s standing, muttering to himself.

“Let me know!” You call to his leaving form with a chuckle.

;;

Later that night Miguel is pacing his office, just back from a mission that went terribly. The anomaly got away. And Miguel is beating himself up inside. How could he let that happen?

You’re walking down HQ’s hallway, looking for something you had dropped. As you scanned the floor, you hear muttering that reminded you of earlier today. Miguel.

You stopped by his slightly cracked open office door. You carefully knock. Miguel swings it open, sighing upon seeing you. “Now’s not a good time.”

You smile. “Don’t worry. I just want to ask if you’ve seen a pen.”

“A pen?” Miguel’s brows furrow.

“Mhm. I lost it.” You reply. “You look stressed.”

“I’m not—“ he takes a deep breath. “I’m fine. And no I haven’t seen your pen.”

“No worries.” You begin to back away. “Let me know if you see it though. It’s got a weird blue design on it.”

Miguel’s mind is whirring for some reason, as he finds himself calling for you to stop and turn back around. “Did you mean it?” He muttered it so quietly that you almost missed it.

You’re now walking back, eyeing him. “Mean what?”

Miguel’s tongue pokes out against his cheek, feeling his entire body drenched with exhaust and self pity. And putting his pride away he says “A hug.”

“A hug?” Your smile has widened. “I thought you weren’t moody?”

“I’m not. I just— you know what forget I asked.” Miguel goes to turn away feeling stupid, but then you’re reaching forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, with a smile.

At first Miguel doesn’t know where to place his hands, but you stay put, just resting your body against his, as your cheek slightly squishes up against his shoulder. Then Miguel slowly—very slowly—wraps his arms around your midriff, and hugs you back.

Miguel doesn’t what to admit that his body has instantly relaxed upon feeling yours against his. Your hand had begun to softly soothe the top of his back. Just drawing in slow circles, that makes his muscles stop their tensing.

And that hug wasn’t the last time it happened.

Now Miguel would secretly search for you. Big on the ‘secret’ part though, because he can’t have anyone else knowing he likes to hug you. No that would cause too many implications and destroy his well thought out ‘in control’ demeanour.

So when he’d find you walking alone—something he noticed you did a lot. And after he’d make sure that you were both in a desolate enough place, he’d softly grab your arm, pulling you somewhere even more desolate before he’s wrapping his arms around you in a much needed hug.

You didn’t mind. Hugs had always been your love language with family and friends alike. Though you were surprised by how often Miguel would now seek you out, just so you could rest your head on his shoulder and draw patterns on his back.

He claimed it was just for relaxation and that you shouldn’t have offered him a hug if you would’ve asked so many questions. So you let him, his own hand having gradually drawn its own patterns on your waist.

He liked hearing and feeling your breathing. Your breath by his ear sent almost cleansing shivers through him. And the feel of the rise and fall of your chest against his own made his usually racing heartbeat calm down to match with yours.

He liked the calmness your body gave him. And deep down he knew he now craved it.

;;

You were all in a different universe. Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, Peter, Mayday, Miguel and you. Jess had to take care of another mission so Miguel very clearly claimed how he’s stuck with you all, his scowl very present.

It was midway through trying to catch this anomaly when Miguel’s gaze gets caught up in a man and his baby. And as you stopped, noticing his focused gaze first, you identified the man and baby as Miguel and his daughter.

You didn’t know much about Miguel’s daughter. Just that in his universe she had died. And now as Miguel watches a variant of himself with a variant of his daughter he can feel his body tensing.

He’s never had the misfortune of seeing variants of his family before. And now really wasn’t the time to dwell and sink deeper into his mind but he just can’t help it.

“Is he okay?” Whispered Miles to Peter.

Peter shakes his head. “But there’s nothing we can do about it. No one can take him out of episodes like this.”

Because everyone could see that inside Miguel was fuming, so close to exploding that everyone had almost taken a step back.

You stared at Miguel, watching as his chest heaved with a racing heart.

You remember one time he had muttered to you, head in your neck. You weren’t sure if you were actually meant to hear it or not. But he had said how your breathing slowed his breathing. Or something along those lines. Because after he had said that he had drawn you in tighter, keeping his large hands around your body.

So now you edge closer. And this could be a terrible idea, you realise that. Your friends seem to as well.

“Y/n!” Gwen hisses quietly, watching as you edged closer to the ‘beast’ or how everyone else was treating him like.

You all needed Miguel to focus to capture this especially dangerous anomaly. You couldn’t have him trapped in his mind teetering on the edge.

So you continued to walk forward, and as everyone stared in shock, you carefully wrapped your hands around his neck in a hug. You did so very lightly, to give him any room for rejection. You were actually waiting for the rejection.

But then, to everyone’s shock, Miguel wraps his arms around your waist, just like every other time. And he’s found you fit against him so nicely, it felt so comfortable. Your heartbeat was against his now, and the slower tempo made Miguel sink into your neck, his arms now engulfing you.

Shocked now isn’t a big enough word. Because you were hugging Miguel. And it wasn’t the ‘you’ part everyone was surprised by. It was the ‘Miguel’ part. He was clearly eager to hug you back, and they all watched as Miguel practically became putty in your hold.

Yes. Miguel craved your hugs now. And there was nothing you could do to stop him from bringing you in and keeping you close. You were now his comfort and he a wasn’t going to let that go so easily.