Dbf!miguel Headcanon - Tumblr Posts
@mybvalentine (some inspiration for you, my love.)
Sexy dbf! Miguel that, dominant dbf! Miguel this... What about corny and soft dbf! MIiguel?
Like dbf! Miguel making dad jokes.
dbf! Miguel who is bad with a computer, like really bad it's actually funny.
dbf! Miguel who falls asleep in the middle of watching TV, his glasses dangling from his nose as he quietly snores?
What about dbf! Miguel who sings badly but proudly at the top of his longs during every car ride the bangers from his younger days?
Dbf! Miguel whose passion is like puzzles. He is actually very good at this. And even if he feels a bit embarrassed to show them to you, you're never judgmental with him. And he feels more and more confident to show you the small scale models he makes during his free time. Like this man is skilled with his hands (in more ways than one) and he likes this type of hobbies who allow him to relax.
dbf! Miguel who always guesses the culprit during a thriller. You don't know how he does that but he is always right.
What about dbf! Miguel who is so embarrassed that he actually turns red when you discover old pictures of him with his very questionable fashion sense from the 90s?
dbf! Miguel who snuggles up with you on the couch to watch old movies with you during a rainy day, remembering how he used to see them in the theaters when they came out and now they are this easily available and he can enjoy them with you.
dbf! Miguel who laughs with you when you both watch an old horror movie together, trying to convince you that it was actually scary at the time. But all you can see are the poor special effects, the pathetic plastic mannequin supposed to be a dead body...but it doesn't care if the movie you're watching socks because you're actually together.
What about insecure dbf!Miguel who starts panicking when he notices a few grey hair on his head. And he turns all sheepish and looks at you with a guilty look when you stumble upon him trying to dye his grey roots.
Absolutely flustered dbf!Miguel who squirms and blushes slightly when you tell him that he doesn't need to hide himself, to hide anything or that his hair shines like silver.
================================
I think I like dbf! Miguel because this AU allows us to imagine Miguel getting older, which is something he might not be able to do because of his dangerous life and his mutation. Like, I want that man to experience a real, peaceful life at some point.
That's enough delusion for today. I'll leave you with these thoughts ~
Edit: thanks for the 200 likes, folks. I'm so glad you liked this 🌻
Imagine dbf Miguel…
art credit to a lovely moot here @gltzpzy your art gives me life 🙂‍↕️
Wearing one of his undershirts, you stand idly at his door. You shake your head in disbelief, feeling childish at the idea of you being at his bedroom door at four in the morning. With a fist, you raise it to knock on the door but fail. You didn't want to interrupt his seven hours of sleep.
“This is stupid…” You think as you slowly back away from the door.
The floorboard under your feet creaked, creating a loud groan from your heavy weight against the sensitive wood. You scrunch your brows and close your eyes shut.
“¿Princesa?” His voice sends vibrations down your spine. “Yeah?” You croak out, your tone cracking.
“Are you having trouble sleeping, princesa?”
“…no?”
The silence was enough to tell you that he raised a brow from skepticism, and you could feel it through that wooden door.
“Okay, maybe I am. I keep hearing the neighbors singing drunkardly. And I wondered if I could sleep in your room tonight.” Silence sags the cold air, but the sound of the bed creaking from the other side of the door is enough to sink a sense of guilt into you.
The door swings open, and the smell of his cologne lingers in the air before the sensation of his hand ruffling the crown of your head. “C’mon in,” he sighs before gently tugging you into the room.
The sight of his messy bed, mostly bedsheets, indicated that he was enjoying a good night's sleep before you interrupted.
“Get into bed. I warmed it up for you…” he grumbles, a half-ass attempt at a joke. He combed his bed hair back before he took the left side of the bed, allowing you to take the right side.
The moment your body landed on his mattress, the softness and warmth enveloped you like a crispy burnt marshmallow on an autumn evening. “Ven para acá, princesa.” He waves his hand over after he settles down on the bed.
“¿Just get some sleep, m’kay?” He sighs, pulling you closer to his chest while rubbing a gentle hand on your arm. “¿Duérmete, okay?”
You nod before you snuggle closer to him. “Es hora de dormir, ignora los vecinos.” He sighs, his lips resting against your temple. “Duérmete…” He mumbles.
Bonus:
The shock of waking up to 300 pounds against your chest is enough to scare anyone, especially if this 300 pounds embracing you close with no escape, especially with a loud snore filling your ears at eight in the goddamn morning.
“Dammit, Miguel.”
Thank y'all for the 500 notes on this 🥹
I guess some of all of you aren't just smut enthusiasts. (dw I still love all of you tho ❤️)
Imagine dbf Miguel…
art credit to a lovely moot here @gltzpzy your art gives me life 🙂‍↕️
Wearing one of his undershirts, you stand idly at his door. You shake your head in disbelief, feeling childish at the idea of you being at his bedroom door at four in the morning. With a fist, you raise it to knock on the door but fail. You didn't want to interrupt his seven hours of sleep.
“This is stupid…” You think as you slowly back away from the door.
The floorboard under your feet creaked, creating a loud groan from your heavy weight against the sensitive wood. You scrunch your brows and close your eyes shut.
“¿Princesa?” His voice sends vibrations down your spine. “Yeah?” You croak out, your tone cracking.
“Are you having trouble sleeping, princesa?”
“…no?”
The silence was enough to tell you that he raised a brow from skepticism, and you could feel it through that wooden door.
“Okay, maybe I am. I keep hearing the neighbors singing drunkardly. And I wondered if I could sleep in your room tonight.” Silence sags the cold air, but the sound of the bed creaking from the other side of the door is enough to sink a sense of guilt into you.
The door swings open, and the smell of his cologne lingers in the air before the sensation of his hand ruffling the crown of your head. “C’mon in,” he sighs before gently tugging you into the room.
The sight of his messy bed, mostly bedsheets, indicated that he was enjoying a good night's sleep before you interrupted.
“Get into bed. I warmed it up for you…” he grumbles, a half-ass attempt at a joke. He combed his bed hair back before he took the left side of the bed, allowing you to take the right side.
The moment your body landed on his mattress, the softness and warmth enveloped you like a crispy burnt marshmallow on an autumn evening. “Ven para acá, princesa.” He waves his hand over after he settles down on the bed.
“¿Just get some sleep, m’kay?” He sighs, pulling you closer to his chest while rubbing a gentle hand on your arm. “¿Duérmete, okay?”
You nod before you snuggle closer to him. “Es hora de dormir, ignora los vecinos.” He sighs, his lips resting against your temple. “Duérmete…” He mumbles.
Bonus:
The shock of waking up to 300 pounds against your chest is enough to scare anyone, especially if this 300 pounds embracing you close with no escape, especially with a loud snore filling your ears at eight in the goddamn morning.
“Dammit, Miguel.”