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I love yandere so much!

And we have so little Pav content! >:(

Headcanons for yandere Pavitr x oblivious male reader please.

I imagine Pavitr using his natural charms and his overall kindness to kinda make the reader believe everything is all right and Pav is just a nice person and definitely has nothing to do with the murder of their neighbor. Pav would never do that

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about death, marriage, and stockholm syndrome.

A/N: this... made me foam at the mouth. Thank you for the request darling <3

He’d be surprised. But with his delusional state, he immediately accepts it. You were perfect the day he first met you, and now you don’t see any problem with his questionable behavior. You two were made for each other, weren’t you?

Pavitr always jokes that he’s your protector. But he’s not joking. The more dependent you are, the worse he gets; the more suffocating. He always states he’d defend your honor, saying things that you may find adorable.

But in reality, he’s a menace to everyone. They all get awful stares and sometimes have chills down their whole body from how hard he’s staring. And if they dare to flirt with you? He’d immediately use this chance to protect you. Show you he’s your knight in shining armor.

When the police announce a work accident, your neighbor tripping and falling into a window, causing him to fall into the road? He knew you wouldn’t suspect him. I mean, who would? It was just an innocent accident. Your flirty neighbor was getting on your back, therefore, karma got him. He should’ve known better.

And if you somehow find out? He takes advantage of your obliviousness. Saying the guy was all sorts of things, he was a villain, an awful man who deserved what happened. You believe him, of course.

Before you know it, he gets you to move in. Not only is he amazing, loyal, and kind. But he looks out for you. While you try to do the same, Pavitr always assures you that it’s fine — that he needs to protect you. Focus on you only. You’re the one who deserves all the gifts!

He’s even clingier. He follows you around, with or without your awareness, and accompanies you to places that nobody would expect him to come — meetups with your friends, grocery shopping, heading to the shops to buy clothes, and even the bathroom. Usually, he waits outside; bringing you into a hug when you come out as you ‘took too long’.

Both of your parents love him, and I mean, who wouldn’t? They’re treating their son with respect. True love that they want to see you both get married; a wonderful wedding that’ll shed tears. They adore him, asking where he is when the two of you aren’t spending time together, which is rare.

He spoils you rotten. Whatever you want, he’s immediately nodding with a huge smile, swinging to the shops to grab a thing or two of what you wanted. He always surprises you with your favorite food, flowers, and tea.

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Oooo Yandere platonic Batfam x neglected and abused batsib reader with spider powers x Yandere platonic Miguel, Jess, Peter B and spider-society!?! Reader finally done with the abuse runs away and gets found by Miguel all beaten and bruised and takes them in and him and the others raise them? (Batsib is 12 at this point when Miguel takes them in). Years later Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian find reader with Gwen, Miles and Hobie fighting an anomaly when things get out of hand and Reader calls Miguel, Jess and Peter B for back up!?! Oh the chaos!!

Yeah, they call Miguel dad when they become 14. Miguel is so happy to be called dad, Lyla is Titi Lyla, Jessica is Auntie Jess, and Peter B is Uncle Pet. When the batfam sees Spider-Bat!Reader(aka abused and neglected reader bc it helps sort my stuff) fighting with three other teenagers they feel so happy to see them…until Bruce hears “TITI LYLA! PLEASE GET DAD AND THE OTHERS! SHITS GOING SOUTH!” You..replaced him…Jason is happy you replaced him as your in a good happy family. He knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness as he didn’t help you but it’s good to see you happy.

Soon Miguel and Jessica and Peter B arrive, they help you all out. Once it’s done you see your family…bio family, you grabbed Miguel’s hand scared, your supposed to be tough but seeing your bio family scares you. Miguel saw your family and immediately hands you to Jessica so she can calm you down. Bruce and Miguel get into a screaming match, your Bio brothers are blocked by Gwen, Hobie, and Miles as they know all about your history with them. Only Alfred is allowed to see yoy. Bruce wants you back but Miguel is plotting to murder him.

𖥔 ࣪ ㅤ۪ 🪷 🪺 ⸺   𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚    !

♫ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 — 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

˚ ✩ 🚃 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧅

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗼’𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗼’𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮, 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

if anyone has any badboy miguel x goodgirl reader fics, PUH LEAZE may I have them 🫡

im thinking of writing a samoan reader x miguel ohara ??? maybe when im bothered

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI !

Pairing: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

Summary: Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent.

warnings/notes: I haven't read the comics, so its OOC Miguel :( mb gng. not much of reader x miguel just yettt. profanity, awkward moment

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Everyone at school loves Multicultural day: The day where students are able to showcase a few variations from their culture, whether it be food, a dance, or a song. The day Multicultural day was announced, students who chose to participate in performing had 3 weeks to come up with something to show on the day.

Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent. Every day since the announcement, his friends in their shared group chat sent a daily reminder to Miguel, and Miguel only, knowing his anti-social ass wouldn't show up unless they annoyed him enough to do so.

(M.Ohara_99) mahi_sniffer has mentioned you in pussy eaterssssss

Miguel groans at his phone in his hand, as he pushes the trolley in front of him even faster, speeding up so his mother that was beside wouldn't see his lit up notification. Swiftly typing with one hand.

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 usi, you coming tmr?

M.Ohara_99: David, what the hell have I told you about our group chat name? My mum can see everything you type.

M.Ohara_99: I know what usi means. I've hung out around you idiots to know enough.

mahi_sniffer: mann 😞 it was fun when you were a plastic samoan mig

M.Ohara_99: I'm not Samoan

aluaigioukae: usi is a Tongan word stupid ass

mahi_sniffer: ohh u right

aluaigioukae: HOW DO YK NOT KNOW LOL UR TONGAN URSELF

mahi_sniffer: mb, thats what happens when im around your samoan speaking ass missus too much HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: stfu

mahi_sniffer: ilyt

mahi_sniffer: ANYWAY.

mahi_sniffer: miguel bruh, come tmr pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: i'll buy you food

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: YOU DIDNT LET ME FINISH MF.

mahi_sniffer: as i was saying 🌝

mahi_sniffer: I'll buy you food for a week, even at our expensive and very overpriced canteen because you're my bestest friend in the world and because kiuga is a dog😞😞😞😞😞😞💔💔💔

aluaigioukae: WHAT DID I DO

M.Ohara_99: okay. see you tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: IT WOKRED.

aluaigioukae: worked***

mahi_sniffer: fuck uppp, bet ur freshie ass missus can't spell that either

bololicker: can you both stfu

bololicker: @M.Ohara_99 I got you something to wear for tomorrow

M.Ohara_99: Nevermind, I'm not coming.

mahi_sniffer: YOU JUST SAID YES LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE AGO WHAT

Miguel chuckles to himself while smiling at his phone, abruptly coming to a stop when he feels the trolley crash into something. He looks up with widened eyes, seeing a bunch of packets and vegetables on the floor along with a basket.

"U-uh, fuck. I am so, so sorry," He apologizes instantly, shoving his phone into the middle pocket of his jumper loosely, making his way in front of the figure before getting on to his knees and picking everything up, paying no mind to who it was. Mentally cursing at himself as his knees click loudly, wanting to drown himself as he hears a soft giggle. He was grateful that whoever it was couldn't see his face, because his embarrassment grew even more and his face morphed into a little: 0-0. He grabbed everything and placed them neatly back into the basket before getting up and handing them to the person. Only to be face to face with her.

Fuck.

Manaia Fepuleai. The very girl that may have, or may have not piqued Miguel's interest since the very start of senior year. As well as year 11, 10, 9, 8, and 7...

Miguel found himself standing still in his spot like a complete idiot. This very moment was something he planned out as one of those scenarios he thinks of before going sleep. Always thinking of a plan if he ever sees her in public, that being: flirt.

"Hey, it's okay," Manaia smiled with kindness, sending a sense of relief down his body, though, he still couldn't help that little ink of a feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff.

"You okay? Hope my big basket didn't hurt you," she joked simply, covering her mouth with the back of her palm, the other hand holding the basket. Miguel looked back at Manaia dumbfounded. Looking back at the trolley he was previously pushing and the very obviously, smaller basket in her hand.

"Wh- huh?" He looked back awkwardly while she stood there with an uncomfortable silence, as well as an expecting look on her face. He stared at her for a few seconds with a straight face, braincells finally connecting and forming her words together.

"Oh- Ohhh!" "It was a joke."

The both of them spoke at the same time. She's the first one to speak, beating him and his cut-off apology.

This was going to be one of those embarrassing thoughts that makes him unable to sleep at night, indefinitely.

"You're so funny, Miguel," Manaia laughed once again, leaving Miguel unsure whether she was laughing at him thinking he was joking as well, but it didn't matter anymore. The somewhat awkward tension was gone, he thinks.

"So! Tomorrow.. Multicultural day, yaaaayyyyy.." Miguel slowly stretches the words while making jazz hands, smiling widely as she tried her best to contain her laughter.

Oh my fucking gosh, what the fuck am I doing, Miguel thought to himself.

"You're coming this year? Normally you'd skip out. I remember the other years when you wouldn't come."

"I- uh- well, I guess since it's our last year, I see no harm in going, I guess... Never knew you were so observant of me not coming."

Manaia feels her cheeks flush, smiling heavily as she pushes his shoulder playfully. Both smile shyly at each other.

"Shut up! I've got to get going, but I'd be happy to finally see you tomorrow. Me and the rest of the girls are going to be performing tomorrow."

"I'll come!" Miguel responded a bit too quick for his liking. Taking one step back, realising his excitement and awkwardness made them both stand so close. "Sorry. I mean, I'll come tomorrow for sure. If my friends manage to annoy me enough to come." He gives her a sincere smile.

She tilts her head playfully, a sly smile painted on her face, "I thought I'd be reason enough."

Miguel grew quiet, too flustered to hide his bashful smile. "We'll see tomorrow then."

M.Ohara_99 has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

M.Ohara_99: Disregard what I said, I am coming tomorrow.

bololicker: "disregard 🥸☝️"

aluaigioukae: AINGG SAY MUMS SOUL YOU'RE COMINGG

mahi_sniffer: whose ass do i need to eat to give my thanks , my daddy is coming after a whole hundred years 😖😖

M.Ohara_99: No one's. I'll see you all tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: you reckon it was his missus??? you kno whoooo LOLOLO👀

aluaigioukae: did ms fepuleai finally talk to you into coming to see herrrrrrr

M.Ohara_99 has left the pussy eatersssss

bololicker: LMAO IT WAS, IT FUCKING WAS SEE

aluaigioukae has added M.Ohara_99 into pussy eaterssss

mahi_sniffer: we shall thank your future missus for the wonderful magic she placed on you

bololicker: amen, amen, amen

aluaigioukae: MANAIA 🔛🔝 ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

M.Ohara_99: Of me.

bololicker: OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

mahi_sniffer: HE UNSENT IT LMAOOO

aluaigioukae: I ALREADY SCREENSHOTTED IT GUYS, DW DW DW

M.Ohara_99: Kefe

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andddd thats all from me for now!! i actually enjoyed this a lot. dont be afraid to leave a comment :DDD <33

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI !

pairing — ooc teenager miguel o'hara x oc samoan character

summary — How hurt can you be if you're in too much denial?

genre — romance, comedy, drama, angst, slight slow burn.

warnings — pls read mentions of sexual harassment/assault. emotional abuse, heavy violence, familial problems

last updated — 17.04.24

drabbles??

la'u teine aulelei

- chapter 1 | all praise to ms fepuleai

- chapter 2 | that's who?

- chapter 3 | Hey Girl

- chapter 4 | Caught lackin'

- chapter 5 | the weeknd

- chapter 6 | friends.

- chapter 7 | cry, baby, cry. 18+

- chapter 8 | welcome home!

- chapter 9 | johnny come home

- chapter 10 | cyber sex

- chapter 11 | pending...

- chapter 12 | pending...

- chapter 13 | pending...

MIGUEL O'HARA !

creds: header from @cafekitsune <3

SERIES

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HEADCANONS

coming soon !

ONESHOTS

coming soon !

W.I.P

Jock!Mig x Nerd!Reader (Req)

Virgin!Miguel x Fem!reader

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - TEASER

Summary: A little snippet of chapter three :D

Soft fingers played with his hair, the other hand trailing up and down the nape of his neck. "How bad do you want to kiss me, Mig?" A smooth, yet raspy voice spoke.

Miguel could only look down at you with tired eyes, yearning to feel more of you. He was tired of holding back, tired of his feelings being ignored for his ego to show. But now. Now, he has a chance. "So fucking bad, you don't even know."

sau la'u tama aulelei chapter 3 is going to be out in a few hoursss!!!!

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 3

pairings: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: Sione's gone, David's gone, and even Kiuga is gone. But Miguel isn't, and neither is Manaia. Just great.

warnings/notes: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ONE ❤️

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Soft fingers played with his hair, the other hand trailing up and down the nape of his neck. "How bad do you want to kiss me, Migs?" A smooth, yet raspy voice spoke.

Miguel could only look down at Manaia with tired eyes, yearning to feel more of her. He was tired of holding back, tired of his feelings being ignored for his ego to show. But now. Now, he has a chance.

"So bad, you don't even know."

She pushed him on the chest lightly enough for him to sit down, sitting on his lap as she cups his face.

"Prove it," she comments with a teasing voice, one of her fingers twirling around a curl.

Leading his hands to rest on her waist, only for him to press them on her back causing her to move forward. Right there at that moment, he felt bliss as her soft lips met his.

Nothing could ever ruin this moment he's dreamt about.

*buzz buzz*

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER (HOT ASS) MOTHER I MISS YOU

mahi_sniffer: pls respond i miss you

mahi_sniffer: miguelllllllllll

bololicker: too busy on fufuhour, he doesnt wanna talk to us 😣

aluaigioukae: @M.Ohara_99 your missus was asking where you've been when we were walking home

"For fuck's sake," Miguel could never take a peaceful nap with these idiots, he should have known better. Annoyed at the ruined dream that he wished escalated quicker, he put his phone on silent.

Remembering the last text sent on his phone, he sighed heavily. He knows his friends are mutual with Manaia, mainly because their parents were friends with hers from way back when.

Despite this fact, he never found himself trying to engage with her. At all.

During classes when Sione would ask if she wanted to sit with them, Miguel would get up and sit across the room, opposite of her. Or during a break, if he was playing tackle footy and she was watching while sitting down on the bench with one of his main friends, he stops playing in case he fumbles the ball and embarrasses himself. What was worse was the walk back home after school.

If they weren't going to the mall for a feed with him or going to his house to hangout, they were most definitely walking home with her as they all lived a street next to each other. The walk together would be deadly awkward to the point where Sione would walk Manaia home himself, leaving Miguel and the two other boys.

"Ow! Fuck bro, okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Miguel can hear the stupid whines Sione projects across the room. He lifts his head up, seeing Manaia swat the Tongan boy with a rolled up textbook, "I swear, bro mum's soul, I won't say it again."

"Good," she says while smiling innocently, unrolling her book and returning to write her notes. "Cunt," Sione whispered, causing her to glare at him.

"You should just go kiss him, I swear."

"You should just do your work, stupid."

'Who was it exactly that they were talking about?' Miguel thought. It for sure couldn't be that Seth guy from weeks ago, he was her ex. Was it himself? Was it the guy sitting next to him?

"Sione, I swear if you don't shut your mouth-"

mahi_sniffer: guys not be a mood wrecker but i had to go home early, i know yall are gonna miss me but its okay 💔💔

mahi_sniffer: i forgot to turn off the iron this morning and my mum saw it lying on my bed, it was face down as well 😞

mahi_sniffer: pray for me guys

aluaigioukae: no one really fucking cares

mahi_sniffer: you didn't even come school today you have NO say

bololicker: I had to leave early too, my mum wants me to clean the house before we go airport and pick up my cousins

mahi_sniffer: aww no one really asked 🥹

bololicker: die

aluaigioukae: did naia go school?

mahi_sniffer: yeah

aluaigioukae: and miguel too?

mahi_sniffer: yur

bololicker: and ur not there?

mahi_sniffer: yuh

bololicker: ...

mahi_sniffer: oh

mahi_sniffer: OH OH

M.Ohara_2099: You left me alone, you idiot

"Hey Miguel, have you seen Sione? He wasn't in English last period."

It was already too late for his text to register as he looks up from his phone, seeing Manaia standing in front of him smiling shyly. She wore a high bun, along with a pink and yellow sei that matched her cute, yellow shoes. She had gotten a lip piercing recently, and it drove Miguel crazy.

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. He texted me saying he had to go home early."

He watches as she rolls her eyes while chuckling, "That egg probably left the iron on, I keep reminding him every time we're on the phone."

This causes Miguel to raise an eyebrow, not noticing himself smiling down at her as she talks to herself.

"I was hoping he'd walk me home, but it's fine," He watches as she began to walk away from him with a saddened expression. "I'll see you on Monday, Miguel." He hears her say with a soft voice.

His friends weren't there to encourage him into talking to her like they normally would. His mother was at work so he had no excuse to rush home, and not walk up to Manaia to strike up a conversation. He didn't see her talk to her ugly ass ex at all today.

This is his one chance, and he could not afford to miss it.

"I can walk you home, Manaia." Miguel calls out, turning around to meet with her back. She stopped walking, turning around to face him.

"O-only if you're okay with that, of course," He stutters, "And I know Sione doesn't like you walking alone with other schools nearby finishing as well, he knows you get uncomfortable walking around others you don't know much about." He attempts to make a poor excuse which she smiles softly at.

Miguel feels his face grow hot at the sight of her looking him up and down, "That's very cute of you to do, Miguel. I'd be happy if you walked with me."

It had been a long, silent walk, but it was calming. Well, to Manaia at least. Miguel had both his hands in his pockets, not wanting to accidentally touch the girl beside him if his hands were to flare out.

"You know, I was bummed out when I couldn't see you after the whole Multicultural event. I wanted to see you, Migs."

Hearing this, Miguel fidgets nervously, clenching his sweaty palms to relax his racing heart. If only she knew how much of an effect she had on him just by saying a few words. But there was this thing; she was always genuine. He knew that she was telling no lie, and it made him crazy.

Based on how other girls approached him, it wasn't the best way to get into his closed-off heart. He remembers how bold people can be, but it just made him uncomfortable knowing they'd just try to get into his pants. Some people were deaf to the word no a lot of the time.

"Uh- yeah, had to.. get home, emergency," he tells Manaia, stuttering uncontrollably and lying through his teeth.

Miguel watches as her nod, "I kind of wished to see you there. But I hope everything at home is okay," she looks up at him, catching him off guard at the sudden eye contact. His face heats up as she smiles at him warmly.

"So what are you listening to?" He asks, using an excuse to avoid her longing gaze.

In his peripheral vision, he sees her hand offering an ear bud. "You're close enough with Sione to not get it right," He looks down at Manaia, he waits for her to continue, her moist lips tempting his curiosity badly. Just how exactly would they feel against his own?

"If you guess right, you'll get a surprise when you drop me to my house." The crescendo of her sultry voice chimes in, her eyes looking into his as she gave him a cute smile, waving the earbud in his face. As he puts the bud in, he feels the side of her arm touch his. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Sorry, I just don't want to move far away and accidentally pull the bud out of your ear. I shared with Sione one time, and trust me when I tell you how much it hurts," laughing at the stupid memory with her best friend. Fondly smiling at her thoughtful thinking, he inches closer as well, arms brushing against each other.

He paid no mind to the contact.

That's what Manaia was thinking.

The volume raises slightly, she gave a toothy grin at his animated-like thinking pose, one hand on his chin as he pretend to thinks as he hears her small laugh.

"It's definitely Hey Girl by Fiji,' He answers, looking at Manaia expectantly, heartstrings being pulled as he sees her face glow in endearment.

"You even said the artist, that's very cute of you, Miguel," Manaia's quick to compliment him as if it was nothing, sending him into an internal coma. Trying his best not to let his mouth form into a shy smile, he mumbles a quick thank you, to which she giggle at once again.

The two of them continued their walk, they had to come to a stop as she saw the walkway leading to the small stairs of her front door. Looking at the empty driveway, she let out a sigh of relief. Both of the teenagers walk up to the door. Despite this, Miguel finds himself in relief as she doesn't say her goodbyes yet.

"I'm still sorry for the long walk," she says with an upset tone, an apologetic smile on her face. "It's fine, really. Plus, going to the gym isn't going to help me by itself if I'm not walking at least an hour a day," He winks playfully, his crossed arms that were up against his chest brought into a trance. Muscular arms seeped through the material of his shirt.

"You're an egg sometimes, just like Sione," she stiffled a laugh, jokingly pushing his shoulder, a bit harder than expected as she leaned forward, her sei falling out.

Miguel bends down and picks it up, softly pulling her closer by the arm, placing the fake flower back in position. All the while she looked up at him, flattering her eyelashes up at him trying to ignore the close feeling of his body against hers. The promximity sent a rush of heat to her face. "Don't want to ruin that pretty hair of yours," he smiles down at her.

His words replaying and looping around in her head, she couldn't resist asking the taller boy in front of her.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Miguel looks at Manaia, face heated from the straightforward question, he coughs, "Maybe.." She tilts her head teasingly, glossy lips form into a cute smile, as well as her eyes.. God, those eyes. Miguel couldn't help but think back to the dream from last night. The way her lips moulded perfectly against his, giving him a teasing look right after. The same look she was giving him now.

He shakes his head lightly before chuckling, "Now, where was that surprise you were talking about early, huh?"

"Come closer," her hand reaches up to hold his face, now standing on her tippy toes to get closer.

This is it. Miguel thinks to himself happily.

"Who are you?" a small voice pops out.

The both of them look at the door. There stood a little boy, hair ruffled as well as his strained looking eyes.

"Junior, what have I told you about when I'm talking to people?" She tells him off with a motherly tone as if telling off her own child, her hand long gone from his heated cheek. Turning her focus back to Miguel, "I, uh, as much as I want to invite you inside, my mum will be home soon, Miguel," And that was true.

"That's fine," he says to her, looking her in the eyes.

She turns her head down to her brother, nodding her head for him to get inside as the both of them talked, and that he does.

"I'll see you on Monday," Manaia quickly cup his cheek, kissing just beside his mouth, missing his cheek completely as he moved his head. He shakes his head while blushing, watching Manaia swiftly wave and run into her house giggling.

bololicker: bro its been 3 hours, wheres sione

aluaigioukae: got his phone taken off him 😿😿

bololicker: AWUI SHAME

aluaigioukae: nah but wheres that chromebook he stole from skl? 👀

bololicker: AS IF HE WOULD USE THE CHROMEBOOK TO TEXT US

bololicker: he made fun of me when i was texting my missus on it

aluaigioukae: 💀💀💀

aluaigioukae: anyway..

alugioukae: has miguel texted you? havent heard from him for a few hours

M.Ohara_99: I just got home, I'm here.

bololicker: MY BRETHREN.

aluaigioukae: are you okay? doesnt take you that long to get home before

M.Ohara_99: I'm fine, thank you for asking.

M.Ohara_99 is typing

Miguel stops typing, should he tell them he walked Manaia home? No. They'll make fun of him, for sure. But if he tells them, they can give him advice on how to get closer to her as well. They are close to her, more than he is. Sadly, he thinks.

Ah, fuck it.

M.Ohara_99: I walked Manaia home

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aluaigioukae: DID YOU.. YKKKKK???

"I fucking knew it," He says to himself.

M.Ohara_99: David, Kiuga, please

M.Ohara_99: I just walked her home, that was all

alugioukae: wait nah we need to hear how youre saying it 👀 you might be smiling and kicking your dick around n all

bololicker: awui

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Miguel groans into his pillow, "Fucks sake."

"David, why do we have to call? I was perfect with texting you," he says immediately after pressing the green join option. He glares at the little screen, showing David grinning at him, Kiuga's screen remained off while his microphone stayed on.

At least Kiuga was normal about it, Miguel thinks.

"HOW WAS IT, MATE?" Kiuga screams through his microphone.

Nevermind.

Turning on his camera, Miguel props his phone against his headboard and lays on his pillow. "I told you, nothing else. I just walked her home..." He trails off, looking away from the camera.

"So you both didn't kiss?" David asks, raising his brow line.

Miguel coughs and chokes on air, looking up at the ceiling.

"No. We didn't kiss."

"Liar, liar, my dick is on fucking fire, Miguel. Naia told us she tried to go for the cheek but your freaky ass was trying to get some tongue in there," Kiuga yells through his microphone dramatically, the pitch of his voice heightening through every line.

Miguel groans again into his pillow, "So you both knew but asked anyway? I'm embarrassed right now," ruffling his hair aggressively.

David breaks into laughter, "She told us straight away. Okay but don't tell her I told you," He says in a bit of a serious tone, a playful aura still lingering, "But she felt embarrassed when you moved your face, she was rambling on about it on the phone before you texted. She was even more embarrassed when her brother saw you at the front door."

"He was a cute kid, but he ruined the moment," Miguel says bluntly.

"Did the kid have a gap tooth or?" Kiuga says causing David to laugh. Miguel thinks to himself before nodding. "He did."

"I fucking love that sibling, her other siblings are so ass."

"Have I met any of them?" Miguel curiously asks.

"Uh," David trails off, scratching the back off his neck, "do you remember that guy who started a brawl at the mall last year? In the food court?"

"The guy who stole my fucking burrito from Mad Mex to throw at someone's head!? The burrito I paid for that was $20?!" Miguel yells through his mic, louder than needed as his mother opens his door, peeking her head in.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

He snaps his head toward the door, nodding aggressively, "Uh huh."

His mother leaves, giving an awkward smile.

"Yeah that was him. And the other two girls that were behind him are her sisters. They're all in their twenties, but they don't live with Manaia and Junior" Kiuga informs Miguel, whose mouth is wide open as well as his eyes.

"Fuck's sake."

"Yeah well, better not fuck around with her or else her junkie ass siblings will come for you," David jokes.

Miguel sighs, taking off his jumper, revealing his tone arms and shoulders. His riled up self felt heat rush through his body. It was bad enough the AC in his room was broken.

"Well, I would never do that. All I know is that I like her, but I don't know if she likes me back," the heart broken boy says, a slight pout settling on his lips.

"Be for real, Migs," Kiuga teases. The nickname only sounded good when it came out of her mouth. Only hers. "And don't give me that 'Oh, she's just being nice' type bullshit. I give David a little kiss on the cheek when I drop him off home-"

"Wow, okay bye." David says, leaving the call.

Miguel rolls his eyes as Kiuga laughs out loud. "All I see is denial. Try talking to her more. I'll give you her username before I go sleep, I'll see you Monday." The boy finally says before leaving the call.

Miguel lets the silence in his room embrace him. A few minutes go by and all he can do is think about her. And maybe the dream. He remembers how she looked down at him in the dream, and sat in his lap. With just one touch, she already had him on his knees.

As for today, all she did was look up at him, and he felt his knees buck and his breath hitch. Fuck.

*buzz buzz*

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SAU LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 5

pairing; teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Manaia hates the weekend.

warnings/notes; manaia getting walked in on, CREEPY UNCLE WE ALL HATE EM YK. a little junior x manaia sibling moment 🥹 this was indeed proofread poorly. HA.

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Manaia had spent her Saturdays either working, cleaning or babysitting. Often, it was all three in that exact order. She'd wake up at 6 am and get ready for her job that paid absolute shit, and return home to a filthy house. Of course, her mother was no use. Her uncle that just moved in was no use. However, they'd complain about anything and everything not looking the way they wanted it to. Her other siblings who liked to be in and out of the house were also no use. And Junior, well, he is still a clueless child who's barely explored the world, let alone school. To Manaia, she'd admit babysitting was the worst of them all. Her mother and uncle were out, leaving an underaged child to look after another underaged child.

Now, if there was one thing more annoying than a Saturday full of deep cleaning, then there wasn't much to be excited about on a Sunday morning. At all.

For it to only be 6 am, it was too early for it to be this loud. Manaia groaned into her pillow, blocking her ears as she heard her mother's loud voice echoing through the walls. Her younger brother was hugging her arm trying to dwell more in dreamland, but they both found it useless as they were unable to fall back into slumber.

"Get up! Get ready for loku! [church]" the elder's voice rung through every corner of their small house.

"Mhh," Manaia got up, scratching her head in anger as the yelling turned into chants of her name repeatedly. "Okay, I'm up," she says to herself as a response.

She finds herself laughing as she watches her younger brother, Junior, consumed by all three thick blankets. So that explains why she was cold throughout the whole night, "Wake up, baby, we have to get ready."

"But I'm tired," the boy gets up and rubs his eyes, Manaia wraps an arm around his shoulder while smiling, "I know, but you'll see your friends at church the faster you get ready, yeah?" She tries to sway her brother.

He smiles immediately at the thought, "You're right."

"I always am, now go wake up Pele before mum starts yelling again," She laughs as her brother sulks at the thought.

Manaia had spent her sweet time looking around for the perfect dress to go with the sei Miguel had gifted her, but every dress she had was either too dark or too light to suit the colours she had. She dug further into her cupboards, squealing with excitement as she found the perfect puletasi.

Changing immediately, she sat on her bed and took off her top. Midway of changing without a single warning, the door swung open. Manaia yelped in surprise, wrapping her front with her blanket.

"Sorry, your mum told me to tell you to hurry up." A deep voice informed, a hint of smug in their tone.

She looks at the door and there stood a relative of hers. One she never liked. He was cocky, prideful, as well as a fucking creep. Manaia knew well to keep her distance.

Frightened to respond, she nods her head and mutters a small thank you.

"Where's my ofu loku? I gave it to you to iron."

"No, you didn't. You said put it in the wash."

"YOU- Kiuga, don't fuck with me right now."

Both latter's shut their mouth as a shout runs through the walls of the small house, "Kiuga! Siana and her kids are coming over so we can go loku together, did you puga the kipoki!?" [ boil the kettle? ]

Kiuga groans in annoyance looking over at David, "I thought I told you to- nevermind," he sighs, yet think nonetheless that standing and doing nothing about his problem would do anything, "Okay, find me a white button up and a black ie at least? I'm going to clean before Nai comes," he leaves the room.

Manaia could feel herself growing a migraine. She was stuck between a guy who seemed to be scared of using deodorant - who also had the choice to sit in the empty front seat - and a kid who did nothing but cry because his mother yelled at him and sent him death glares through the rearview mirror. It didn't seem to help when her phone was on 7% and her headphones were forgotten at home.

Her hopes of a good morning are high when their car is parked outside Kiuga's house. She wishes to run out the car and knock on the door, but is crushed when her mother demands she help Junior fix his outfit as it's stained with snot and tears. He would not have been crying if her mother had learnt not to be so aggressive in the morning. Or in general.

Her mother and uncle leave the car.

She sighs, her heart breaks at the sight of her brother looking up at her with teary eyes. Gently wiping his snotty face, she cupped his cheeks and gave him a comforting smile, "Are you okay, my honey?"

Junior shakes his head, hiccuping back a cough. His breathing slows down.

"It's okay not to feel okay, baby. Would you like a hug?"

Without an answer, he wraps his arms around Manaia's waist.

"Mum's a meanie," Junior whispers with a pout on his face.

"Mum's just getting old. She can be very impatient, she doesn't mean to hurt other people's feelings," she runs a calming hand up and down his back.

"Are you going to be mean to me when you're old?"

"No, Jay. I can never be mean to you," she sighs.

Manaia looks out the window, just as Kiuga rushes to the door of the car and opens it with a wide smile, "Manaia!"

He looks over to Junior who's engulfed by his friend's arms, "Hey, Jay," he says softly, he takes a seat beside Manaia. Placing an arm on her shoulder as he smiles at the small boy.

"You're a strong boy, you'll be fine," he ruffles his hair. Junior smiles through his tears.

"Where's David?"

"Right here!"

The three look over at the opened car door, the feeling of being squished together in a small car was no problem at this point in their life, this wasn't their first time doing so. David pushes Kiuga over, forcing his big form into the car.

Since young, Manaia wasn't fond of finding friends. Places like school, family gatherings, and drink-ups her mother would host were insanely too much. It was crowded and full of people. Church of all things were the worst. Something about teaching people how to live "right", don't do this, don't do that, would be drilled into their ass, only for sin to be penetrated right into their minds right after a sermon. Hypocritical kids who would make fun of her for having a mother who drank and drank, who all unknowingly had fathers that were long gone because of the same sitch her mother was in. Her older siblings were no help to her problem either. They only made things worse for her at home.

She had her baby brother. He was enough. He was everything.

Until two beaming families had joined. There, she was introduced to Kiuga and David. Two cousins who lived a few houses down from each other, but shared the bond of two siblings. Just like Manaia and Junior.

They hung out at church. They hung out at Bible studies. They moved to her school and grew even closer. And that was where they all met Sione. Her now, best friend.

Speaking of which, Manaia's phone dings.

Sione <3: Naia, can you bring those white chips you gave me last time? 😞😞 I'll come early to school if you do i swear

"You're only use your messaging app? Did you delete your socials again?" Kiuga asks upon seeing seeing Sione's contact name.

Manaia nods her head, "Only for a while so I can study properly without my mum complaining. Do not Disturb barely works on me because I end up going on my phone anyway."

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M.Ohara_99: Good morning, everyone. I hope you have a good service today at church. Blessings to the three of you.

A smile creeps onto David's face.

"Is that the girl you've been texting for a few months now?" Kiuga asks beside him. He shakes his head.

"Nah, just Mig being Mig," he whispers, hoping the mention of Manaia's small crush doesn't get her all flustered.

"You know.. she's wearing the sei he got her," David raises a brow, "I think you should show him."

The two whisper to each other, Manaia looks over to them in concern, "Are you okay?"

They nod their head and smile at her.

David intervenes in their moment of silence, "Oh Naia, can I take a photo of you wearing your sei? I just want to make sure I get the right one for my mum when I go shopping next week," he winks slyly at Kiuga, who which he rolls his eyes at.

Manaia agrees blindly, "Get Junior and I in it! Come closer, baby," she wraps her arms around his head and he's forcefully squished between her arms and stomach, nonetheless the boy giggles.

"And.. there! Thanks, Nai."

David hits send and grins evily at Manaia.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Nah, nah, nothing."

buzz buzz

David chuckles to himself at Miguel's reaction.

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"Ew! Get off, you're drooling on me!" Manaia squeals moving her shoulder as Kiuga groans at the interruption of his slumber.

"Sorry, what did I miss?"

"Nothing much," David whispers, "Pastor just mentioned another funeral we have to save money up for."

"Nothing much? Another funeral? David, that's so mean. That's so much to miss!" Manaia growls both the boys off for their behaviour.

"Who the hell died this time?"

Their voices were hushed down to a whisper as they sat at the back of everyone.

"It's so cold, why do they always blast the AC in here?" Kiuga comments.

"Cause everyone's too broke to have an aircon at home so they use it as much as they can-"

The three big AC's on the walls turn off.

"It's hot now, thanks a lot, Kiuga," Manaia says.

"How is it my fault!?" Kiuga bursts out as David and Manaia shake their head disapprovingly at him.

"I don't know, maybe God got sick of your complaining and turned the AC off for you to shut the fuck up."

"David, we're in church!"

"Ugh, it's so hot!" He leans back into his chair.

"If it's hot here, then imagine the heat in Samoa."

"Imagine the heat in Hell! If you three don't quiet down, I'll make sure you'll quiet down there!" An old lady that was sat right in front of them turned around, sick of their banter.

"Sorry, aunty," Manaia apologises, giving a toothy smile.

David groans, "Why couldn't it be her funeral we're going to?" He sneakily whispers to his close friends.

"David, don't be mean."

"I'm just saying."

"Manaia, I'm going to look so fucking good at this funeral. My chains and rings, all that shit."

"Kiuga, stop talking about it like it's a party. Someone died."

"Well everyone cries, then eats at the big ass table of food right after the service like it was nothing."

"Yeah," David chimes in, "Why go somewhere with a big feed and not look good?"

"...You're both right."

"When are we not?"

She shoves Kiuga in the side as he laughs.

Looking across the other side of the hall, she tries to spot her younger brother sitting with his friends. Smiling happily at the sight of Junior listening attentively to the sermon. She internally cringes at the sight of her uncle looking back at her.

Awkwardly looking anywhere but at him, Manaia focuses her attention back to the front.

"The hell is your uncle doing here? I thought he got deported." An annoyed Kiuga says.

"I thought he got deported twice back to Sa," David comments.

"My mum is letting him stay with us, don't know how long for."

"Speaking of your mum, where's Pele?"

"Home," Manaia says quickly, "She got into an argument with my mum this morning-"

"Are we going to ignore your creepy uncle just looking at you?"

"I rather just ignore him, stop looking his way-"

"If you three do NOT be quiet-"

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 6

pairing; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; One step forward, a few more back.

warning/notes; cursing, family issues, does this count as angst...

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High school was something you either hated or loved, there was no in-between.

"I fucking hate this class."

Sione already knew what he thought.

9 o'clock on the dot, students fill up the entirety of a classroom. Sometimes. Sometimes, students decide to come at any time they like. They can walk in through the door halfway through class time, even 5 minutes before the bell goes.

Manaia, the dear early bird, always made sure she walked into class looking clean and fresh. No bumps in her hair, nothing stuck in her teeth, lips are moist. Yet, when she doesn't feel all that prepared, she always has her best friend to help her out.

"Sione, do you have a toothbrush in your bag?"

"No, you weirdo."

"What? Why not?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe because I use toothbrushes for you know, my teeth?"

"But-"

"I'm joking, here," He throws Manaia a brand-new 2 set of toothbrushes.

"When did you get these?"

"After the first few times you would ask me like I'm going to say yes, probably?" he jokes dryly.

Manaia beams at this, "So you got-"

"Yes, Naia, and gel too. Here," he throws over a mini container of gel over to Manaia.

She squeals and engulfs Sione into her arms. "Thank youuuu," she says happily.

"Yeah, yeah, fix your edges before your man comes."

9:28, Miguel walks in through the door. His hair is ruffled, cheeks slightly tinted and chest is heaving. "Ma'am, I apologise for being late," he says, voice hoarse and raspy.

Manaia shuffles in her seat.

"No worries, dear, take a seat."

He nods his head and makes his way over and sits next to Manaia, who looks down at her book nervously. Her arms stay enclosed to her side of the table. This wasn't the first time they had sat together, yet she always found herself unable to gather a single thought around him.

"Good morning, Manaia," Miguel greets warmly, giving her a polite smile, pushing her out of her thoughts.

"Hi, Miguel," giving a small wave, before turning around to Sione shaking him by his shoulder excitedly. He winces numerous times, "Okay, okay, I get it!" he whispers.

Miguel lets out a chuckle.

Feigning a face of calm, she smiles at Miguel. Her fingers gently brush back hairs that stuck out in front of his face, "Why were you late this morning? Are you okay?" she whispers.

"Had to help a family member move in and a few other things," he whispers to keep their conversation only to themselves. But a boy could only wish.

"Oh, you mean Gabriel?" Sione chimes in.

Miguel can feel his throat tighten as Manaia raises an eyebrow at her best friend, "Who?"

"Gabriel! Miguel has a brother, show her! show her!" Voice so hushed, the chatter among the other students were overbearingly loud and overwhelming Miguel.

"I didn't know you had a brother," a voice so soothing brought Miguel back from wonderland. "Is he younger than us?"

"Yeah.. yeah, he's younger," Miguel hesitates to say.

Manaia's face glows at the mention, "Oh, I bet he is so cute! He can get along with my baby-"

"Here, Naia. Look!" Sione shoves his phone into Manaia's face. "That's what he looks like, Miguel showed us before."

Miguel looks away annoyed, yet he finds himself curious of the girl's reaction. "Oh," He watches as Manaia's face changes, she smiles. "I thought he was going to be a baby." Her focus now on him. His heart tightens again. Her eyes travel up and down Miguel's form slowly, back to Sione's phone. Miguel hides the lower part of his body under the table at this.

"I think Miguel's cuter."

Sione had gone home early again. For the same reason as last time. That idiot. Kiuga and David hadn't even come to school, "We honestly couldn't be fucked coming today," they say over the phone call Manaia made during lunch, who sulked over their absence.

Neither Miguel nor Manaia found a reason to complain, anyway.

"You think I'm cute, huh?"

"I do not."

They were kept at a comfortable distance as they walked together along the empty sidewalk. Miguel had two bags on his back, Manaia's and his own. He offered to hold hers as hers was full of books that were thick as David's eyebrows, while his was full of air. The skies were painted grey, sly roaring of the sky had reached Manaia's ears as she looked up. "Hm," she feels a wet drop on her cheek, "It's going to rain soon," she whispers.

"Hm?" Miguel looks over at her, teasing demeanor long gone.

"I'm sorry, I think you should go home, Migs. It's going to rain soon," looking up at him with an apologetic grin, "Sorry for making you walk me home."

He smiles wholeheartedly, "It's fine, Manaia. I'll walk you home any time you ask," he stops walking. So does she.

He pulls out an umbrella, hands now fumbling around with the handle as he feels droplets multiplying, landing on the fabric of his tight sleeves.

Opening up the umbrella revealed how ridiculously small it would be to fit both of them underneath. No time was wasted as the light sprinkle grew slightly heavy, Miguel hurriedly took off his jacket before placing it on Manaia's shoulders. Giving Manaia the umbrella to firmly hold as he towered over her and the umbrella itself.

"You're going to get wet!"

"It's fine, Manaia. I-"

She pulls him by the side of his shirt, drawing closer to her. Instinctively he puts an arm around her waist. With his free hand, he takes the umbrella from her hand.

"What?" Manaia whines, "You're already holding my bag, Miguel, it's not fair."

"Am I?"

"Yes, Miguel."

"Really?"

"Mhm." The shorter girl nods her head.

"It doesn't feel like I'm holding your bag."

"Miguel."

"Manaia."

"But Miguel-"

"Yes, Manaia?"

"You're already holding-"

"You're pretty."

"...Pardon?"

"I said we're here."

They both come to a stop as Miguel holds Manaia closer to him. "It'll be better if we take the bus to your house." The bus stop had zero seats, they had zero reason to complain as they stood closer together. The bus came, they sat together, their knees touched and they didn't shy away.

"Wait, how do you know which bus to take to my house? I didn't even know there was a bus stop near my house."

"You have a best friend that tells me everything."

"And he didn't even bother to tell me? I've been walking 30 minutes every day to get home for the past 5 years!" Manaia whispers to herself, the boy next to her finds himself biting back a smile at her cute gesture.

She goes quiet as her phone buzzes in her pocket.

Sione <3: you didnt even give me my chips today u rat 😢

Manaia laughs quietly to herself, showing her phone to Miguel. "He's such an egg."

Miguel feels an itch at the back of his head. He's waited multiple years to be this close with the girl he's now friends with. As much as it annoyed him, he shut his mouth to not ruin the moment.

"That's the kid I met 3 months ago, right?" Gesturing to Manaia's lockscreen.

Her screen lit up showing the photo David had taken for him the other day, her in all her glory, wearing a dress that was in no comparison to her beauty. And there he saw the sei he had gotten her. Arms wrapped around her brother tightly like she didn't want to let go. He feels his heart dance.

"Mhm, that's my honey," she says.

He can only imagine how she would talk about him if they were an actual thing, but he couldn't be thinking of that right now, or at all. He had no right to. He wasn't hers. She wasn't his.

The bus had come to a stop exactly right where they needed it. They get off, Manaia observes the sidewalk she's on as Miguel opens back up the umbrella he held on to.

"I know this street! It's so close to my house! Could've saved me the long walk I've been doing," She sulks as Miguel puts the umbrella over her head.

They share a comforting, silent walk. "You know.." Miguel starts nervously. "My mother wants to bring along the boys to come and meet my brother. She wants them to get along with him because she says, and I quote, those boys are like my sons and I want all my kids to get along."

"Your mum is such a cutie!" she laughs lightly, tucking a hair strand behind her ear. "That's sweet of your mum to do."

"Yeah," he hesitates. "She knows how important the guys are to me and them meeting someone like my brother would be everything," trailing off, looking away from her longing stare. Eyes he wishes he could never look away from, but he finds himself doing so.

"Yeah?.." Manaia questions as he doesn't focus back on her.

"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to come as well?" he rushes.

Miguel looks away again as Manaia tries to look him in the eye. "Oh.. I'm not really-"

"I mean you don't have to come is what I'm saying-" He curses at the thought of how rude it sounded, looking down at her parted lips, "I mean, I want you there-"

Manaia is fast to cut him off, "I wouldn't want to go if your mum doesn't know about me."

"She does because I talk about you." Miguel cries about how mind fucked he felt.

They walked in silence. It felt like Miguel was back at square one the first time he walked Manaia home. Manaia's driveway was in view, and so was the empty spot where her mum's car should've been. She sighs, looking over to the tall boy.

Nervously taking his hand into hers as they walk up to the door. It felt the same way just like it did before. Miguel could look anywhere but at her. Manaia could look anywhere but at him. Their fingers remained intertwined.

"I'm sorry if I sounded a bit sensitive earlier, Miguel," she apologises, her thumb brushing over the back of his palm. Miguel's heart slows down.

"It's okay, Manaia," he smiles.

She lets go of his hand, and awkwardly puts it behind her back shyly, "We're just, you know, friends. I just don't want your mum to think we're more than we already are."

Do words hurt more than action? Does action hurt more than words? Whatever the fuck it was, Miguel was fucking crushed.

"Yeah, I get that," he scratches the back of his neck to subside his feelings that were hurt. "But, you hold the same significance to me the way the other guys do."

"I do?"

Miguel nods his head, now looking Manaia in the eyes. "You do."

Manaia bites her lip nervously, a habit she had since she was a child. "Do you think we'd ever be something... more than what we already are?" she asks, slowly looking up at him. Her eyes held a sense of curiosity, wonder, and hope.

She tried to see through him, but his eyes were drawn to hers. Like they always are.

Miguel was always a hard case to crack. One can never know what he wanted, what he needed. A boy as blunt and "honest" as him, who would willingly try to know?

"No, Manaia. I think it would be best if we just stay as we are. Friends."

A beat.

"Okay.. that's fine by me," She whispers softly.

He nods his head for the fifth time that day.

Manaia smiles as he gives her bag back to her.

"Thanks for bringing me home, Miguel." She itches to say the stupid nickname she adored so much. She yearns to stand on her tippy toes and kiss his stupid face.

Manaia's heart strung the ugliest melody, thumping swiftly in comparison to the unstoppable rain that poured in front of them as they stood underneath the veranda. Throughout all this, she could only insult him with a word so small. Her heart was too big, yet the space in for him was empty.

As if on cue, the door swings open.

"Naia!" a small voice calls excitedly.

Miguel's eyes stay on Manaia when she turns away.

"Hi, baby," she says with a tone Miguel can't quite pick up. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Well, make it quick," another voice chimes in. Manaia looks up and nearly rolls her eyes.

She gives a look Miguel's never seen.

A figure behind Junior stares down at Miguel. He shifts uncomfortably.

"I was just going. I'll see you tomorrow, Manaia," Miguel is quick to say, putting up his umbrella and walking away before giving Manaia the chance to say her proper goodbyes.

"You didn't have to be rude, he just helped me get home," Manaia spits, pushing past the figure she calls her sister, picking up Junior in her arms.

"Yeah, well, I kind of have to see who's taking my sister away from being home, when she's got a brother back at home alone all day." her sister bites back.

"Alone? Pele, you're a University dropout, who is also unemployed, as well as not seeking to find a job. What business could you be doing outside of this house that's leaving Junior here all by himself?" She walks through the hallway of her home and into her room.

"You would rather I stay in a house with a fucking five year old and a creepy uncle, than go out? You're funny."

Manaia glares at her sister, who leans against the doorframe of her shared bedroom, "Don't use that language around Junior, at least?"

Pele scoffs, "Tsk, yeah, like you're such an innocent one."

Manaia feels her throat go dry. Pele laughs as a tease, more of a mock at her sister's growing tears.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"You need to stop bringing that stuff up. I was a kid."

"A fucked up kid, yeah."

Manaia gets up and pushes her sister out of her room, trying to withhold her growing rage. "Get out!"

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i know but then i dont fucking know man 😞

hi big g :> @h13246879

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 7 18+

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Slow steps, baby steps.

warnings/notes; this chapter contains a HEAVY topic of grooming :( I hope people actually read my warnings, especially this one. I advise you read something else if you're uncomfortable with this type of topic. Miguel needs to be slapped silly for his eyes to open up fr. Manaia's supportive friends trynna help 😞 SLOW FUCKING BURN MY GGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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Miguel had arrived home two hours later than usual. He saw no reason to rush anyway. His silent walk in the rain with a small umbrella in his hand made him reminisce about the time he had spent with Manaia earlier. Her sweet perfume lingered, intruding on Miguel's sense of smell. His much taller form had no personal armrest to joke around with or tease. Instead, he walked home with his hand in his pocket wrapped around his phone, waiting, itching for a call from her. Then he realized that throughout their friendship, he had never given her his phone number.

Entering his dark room, he threw his bag onto the floor and immediately plunged onto his bed, not bothering to close his door. His back muscles ached. His legs ached. His head ached. His everything was just in pure pain. But he made sure to endure the walk and take no form of transportation. He knew his aching body was nothing compared to how Manaia had felt. Miguel knew his words were a bullet to the heart, but he found himself pulling the trigger.

"Hun, are you okay?" His mother waited at the door after knocking softly on his bedroom door. He mumbled a soft yes while his face was planted against his pillow.

"I'm going to make dinner soon, want to help me?" She asked politely, now leaning against his doorframe with her arms crossed against her chest. Miguel let out another incoherent mumble to which she rolled her eyes. Miguel knew his mother, and his mother knew Miguel. She wasn't dumb. "My sweet child, what's wrong?"

Now sitting up with his back against his bed frame, he ran a hand through his hair. He knew there was no getting out of this, so he saw no point in lying either. "Nothing, mama. Just school biting me in the ass," he bullshits anyway.

"Right. My brainy son who does nothing but study every day is stressed over.. school?" She skeptically asked.

Miguel raises his eyebrows as confirmation while his lips form a straight, "Yeah, basically."

"Miguel, I birthed you. I'm sure I'd know when you're lying."

"Mama, I'm not lying."

His mother walks closer to him in a swift motion. He watches as his mother's knee reaches up, her hand taking off one of her sandals.

"Wait! Okay- okay, I'm sorry."

She gives him a stern look, "Then tell me what you're all sooky about."

Miguel sighs and contemplates, "It's just this girl I've been talking with."

"The girl you've been gushing over the past few years? You finally... you know?" She eggs him on.

His silence was made up for with a nod. "We've gone farther than what we should have, and I regret it."

A harsh slap on his thigh made him cry out, "You got her pregnant!?"

"What? Mama, no!" he grunts, holding his hand out, "We just became friends just like you advised me to!"

His mother moves back, her shoe on the floor as her hands grip her hips. Shaking her head as she sighs, "Okay good, at least you know what not to do."

"I'd never do that, mama. You've taught me better."

"Then what are you sulking about? Befriending that girl was something you wanted, right?"

Miguel nods.

"Then what is the problem? You invited her like I asked? She said no?"

"I mean I told her about coming over..." he trails off, another slap on his thigh, "Ow! Mama!"

"Oh, you are such a fool," She pinches the bridge of her nose, "Miguel, telling someone and inviting someone over are two different things! What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking," he lowers his head.

"Yeah, clearly," she sighs.

She shifts closer to her beloved son, cradling his head in her warm arms. "For a top student like yourself, you can be a big idiot," she jokes. "If you find yourself around her again, maybe try to invite her properly."

"Well, I think it would be awkward to, if I'm being honest with you, mama."

"Why is that?" Slightly wrinkly fingers cup his face.

He explains everything that had happened hours prior. From when they had walked together, to the bus ride, and to the very awkward interruption from her younger brother at the front of her house.

His mother tries to understand, truthfully she was but the attempt of wrapping her mind around what her son did and didn't do wasn't clicking. For all the years that had passed since he met the said girl, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. "So, you don't feel anything for her?"

Miguel shakes his head.

"At all? Feelings are completely platonic?"

He shakes his head again.

"You're too in denial," she gives up, slapping his head before walking out of his bedroom.

"What do you mean?" he calls out, rubbing his head and fixing the messed-up strands.

"Figure it out, now get up and help me make dinner!"

Miguel had finally found comfort in his pillows and thick blanket, scrolling on his phone until his friends texted him on their usual group chat. He continued to read their chat, guilt eating him alive from earlier. The thought of Manaia feeling upset had clouded his mind. What would they do if they found out? They weren't the type to be angry when Manaia was upset; they were more likely to comfort her than to react with rage. Miguel took his time to come clean to them.

mahi_sniffer: guys i cut my hair 😓 its looks so fucking bad

[ mahi_sniffer has sent a photo to pussy eatersssss ]

bololicker: tf cunt why is it so shit

bololicker: HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: WHAT IN THE TRASH

bololicker: good luck trying w the beckis now

aluaigioukae: you cut your hair cos of ur nits? 😹

mahi_sniffer: got sick of ur dad pulling on it when he hits it from the back

bololicker: oh hell nah

Everyone had stopped typing, probably gone off to do something else, unlike Miguel, who observed his still screen with a racing heart. "No one's here, I should say it now," Miguel thought. He typed swiftly, then hesitated to hit send. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it-"

M.Ohara_99: I fucked up

Long pressing on his message to unsend, he sees Kiuga typing. There was no pussying out now.

aluaigioukae: were you the one who cut siones hair? bcos you did more than fuck up

bololicker: HI MIGUELLL

[ M.Ohara_99: I fucked up ]

mahi_sniffer has replied to M.Ohara_99's message !

mahi_sniffer: wat happened daddy 😢 yo mama not single anymore?

M.Ohara_99: I think I upset Manaia today.

aluaigioukae: cmon now dawg 😞 whats the happs w you two now

mahi_sniffer: lich uh relly

bololicker: was this today??

M.Ohara_99: I mean to keep it short, she just asked if we'd be more that what we are.

mahi_sniffer: uh huhh and then you said yes and made out??

M.Ohara_99: I said we'd just always be friends

aluaigioukae: WHAT

bololicker: fucks sake bruh 😭

aluaigioukae: thats fking crazyyyyy

bololicker: always cockblocking urself smh

M.Ohara_99: I understand, I truly didn't mean it. I just thought we'd always be friends. I saw no reason to lie since I've wanted to become closer to her, just not as close as she was hinting at.

[ mahi_sniffer has sent a voice message to pussy eatersssss ! ]

He groans as he sees Sione sending a voice message. Sione only sends those when he is truly upset with what his friends have done. More disappointed than upset. Now, he truly knows how dumb he was with what he said to the poor girl. Tapping on the play button, he turns his volume down as Sione's voice echoes throughout his room.

"ARE YOU DUMB? Its like if you- like if you just went ahead and like- I CANT EVEN THINK OF AN EXAMPLE BECAUSE OF HOW DUMB THAT MOVE WAS-" the audio recorder cuts off. He sees Sione typing.

mahi_sniffer: now shes gonna call me sooking over it smh

aluaigioukae: i give it 10 minutes before she calls you

bololicker: i say 5

aluaigioukae: no one asked u

mahi_sniffer: yeah well both of you are wrong cos shes calling me now 🥲 i'll brb

aluaigioukae: tell her i say hi at least

bololicker: so you're fine with just being friends w naia??

M.Ohara_99: I guess yeah

aluaigioukae: soooo you dont have feelings for her

M.Ohara_99: I guess I sort of do have feelings for he

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aluaigioukae: "ermm i think i do 🥺" BOI WHY R U SO IN DENIAL FOR GODDAMN

M.Ohara_99: When she asked if we were to be more than what we already were, I hesitated to be upfront

aluaigioukae: upfront about what exactly

M.Ohara_99: how i feel about her, i just didnt want my real answer to overwhelm

bololicker: U IDIOT IF SHE ASKED YOU THAT QUESTION, IM SURE SHE WOULD'VE BEEN FINE AND JUMPED ON UR ASS

aluaigioukae: OKAY SO, what im getting from this is that you dont have feelings for manaia, BUT you didnt want to be honest with her and told her you'd js be friends for like forever?? SO SAYING YOU DIDNT WANNA BE HONEST BASED ON WHAT YOUVE ALREADY SAID TO HER MEANS YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER???

M.Ohara_99: no?

alugioukae: miguel 😿

alugioukae: if you saw manaia hanging around another guy the same way shes been hanging around you, how would you feel?

aluaigioukae: more importantly, if it was seth?

Miguel takes a pause to reread the small bubbled text. A new scenario is created in his mind. A larger hand intertwined with Manaia's, the girl and boy are seen walking down as they smile at each other adoringly. Another scenario erupts, a comforting hand is glued to her back as the pair walk together, her soft hand pulling him closer to her body. He shakes his head and scoffs.

M.Ohara_99: I would feel nothing

bololicker: im not even going to try ur too emotional constipated

bololicker: good fucking night 😭

M.Ohara_99: I apologise

aluaigioukae: apologise to ur missus man 😖

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All you have to do is be quiet. You can do that, right?" A calloused hand ran through the soft curls of the girl who sat on his lap. "You're such a beautiful girl, you know that?" An arm wrapped around the small girl's stomach to keep her in place. "Pretty girls like you are good listeners. Are you a pretty girl?"

The girl whined, her tiny hands wanting to free herself. "I want to see my mum!" her small voice pleaded.

"Shh, shh, you'll see her soon," the dark voice croaked and cooed. The poor girl could only pout and let the tears that awaited in her eyes flow. "Go ahead and cry, little girl. You look even more breathtaking. Do you think you're a pretty girl?" the rough voice asked. The girl nodded her head obediently. His head leaned down to get a strong whiff of the girl's neck, the scent of strong liquor filling her young nose. He grinned after moving back and left a small kiss on her collarbone. She shivered uncomfortably in his lap.

"Manaia! Manaia! Liam, is Manaia with you!? I brought dinner!" another voice from outside the room called out.

The older man, known as Liam, grabbed the girl by her cheeks, squishing them tightly. "Remember, between us, beautiful girl?" Tears streaked down her face. Nonetheless, the poor girl nodded her head obediently.

Unbeknownst to the older male, the slight crack in the door was wide enough for someone to peek in.

"Manaia!"

"Manaia!"

"Manaia!

...

"Manaia!"

"Hm!" the said girl pops her head up from her table, eyes red and strained, sweat running down her forehead.

"Wake up, stupid. The bell just went."

"Oh," she continues to rubs her eyes, stretching as her bones crack satisfyingly, "M'up, m'up." Resting her head in her hands, she takes deep, slow breaths before looking up.

Manaia looks around her, she had slept in class for the thousandth time the past two weeks. The classroom was empty with the lights turned off, leaving only herself and Sione. He stood in front of her desk, her bag already on his back along with his, "C'mon, it's first break, you can find a table when we get to the library."

Judging by her silence and huffed breathing, Sione tilts his head knowingly, "Same shit dream?"

She looks away embarrassed. Sione gives a sympathetic hum, "I know how you feel, Nai. You know I'm always here for you. But we have to go before the next class starts, okay?"

An arm was draped around Manaia's shoulders for comfort, her head laid against his side. They walked mindlessly, unbothered by the loud shouts and arguments by the other students they walked by.

Sione extends his hand out to open the library door for the exhausted girl. Manaia is quick to get herself settled down to claim her place at a table. She shut her eyes promptly with the intent to drift back asleep. Along with her weekends, she was having restless weekdays. Adding more hours to her miserable job had made her physically and socially exhausted. But she didn't feel like she could express her complaints and disagreements with a mother like hers.

The lack of money in her family had become a problem as of recently, due to someone's alcoholic problem, and the only girl who would voluntarily listen to anybody was the answer. Her mother informed Manaia that as an exchange for more shifts at her job, she would be able to spend more time out with her friends. She had the time, but not enough energy to do so. Loud, fuming customers along with impatient coworkers had drained her. She'd head home to sleep everything all off before getting up and getting ready for a job that only allowed her to return home three hours before school began.

"You hungry?" Sione's voice breaks Manaia out of her thinking, "I'll run to the canteen 'n get you something before you fall asleep," Sione takes off his jacket and places it on her shoulders. The AC's in the library were a blessing when they were actually needed, but for a cold day like this, Manaia shivered helplessly.

"S'fine, I'm just tired.."

"I'll buy you something at second lunch, then," he tries to bargain. She couldn't bite back as her eyes failed her, slumber had won over once again. Sitting next to her sleeping form, he sighs. Pulling her hair back that flared everywhere, he brushed back the frizzy parts that would bother her sleep.

Reaching into her bag, pulling out the blank pages of paper that were supposed to be full of the work she was assigned days ago. He gives her sleeping form another sympathetic look. He takes out all of her books and begins filling out what she had missed. Writing tips on the margin side of her book, brushing a hand through his hair in eagerness.

"Is she okay?"

Sione looks up and sees Miguel standing there with a worried expression.

"Jus' tired. Want to sit?" He offers.

Without a word, Miguel sits across the both of them, looking down at the paper covered table. "This is what you've been missing out on?"

"It's Naia's shit. I don't understand half of what the fuck is going on in these workbooks, but I know she'll need them later."

"Can I take a look?" Miguel asks.

Sione pushes over the books and papers over to Miguel's side before sighing, "If I can't understand that bullshit, this dumbass here won't either."

"I can fill out some things.. If you'll let me, that is," Miguel hesitates to bring the idea up. But sure enough, Sione agrees quickly.

"Fuck yes, Miguel, please," He cheers happily, his voice so low to not awake his friend that was asleep beside. "Come sit where I am, I'm going to buy her something before she wakes up-"

Already out of his seat and out the door, Miguel could barely make a complaint. He looks over to Manaia who slept peacefully. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He gets up and sits next to her, carefully not to wake her up. Grabbing all her textbooks, he pushed one to the side to work on later, hitting Manaia in the arm. She jolts awake and Miguel curses in his head. Manaia blinks slowly, the light above her irritate her tired eyes.

She looks over to the side and sees Miguel. She grows embarrassed once again.

They hadn't spoken in what felt like weeks. Realistically, it only had been a few days. The last time they "spoke" - aside from Miguel's aggravating revelation - was last week when they bumped into each other in the hall. They shared an awkward glance before leaving to do what they tended. Though, one of them had turned around to admire the other walking away.

"Hi," Miguel is the first one to speak.

Manaia ponders, "Hi, Miguel.." she speaks softly, giving him a short smile before looking away.

"How are you?" he attempts to make small talk.

"V'been okay, you?"

"Great, fine, fantastic."

"Nice, nice."

They sat in silence, both their hands on the table. So close, close enough to touch each other. Their hands flat out.

Miguel's pinky irks closer to Manaia's. She sees this, but doesn't find herself backing away. Instead, she places her palm over his, now looking at him with a beaming chuckle. One that he missed hearing.

"You're awake! I got you.." Sione returns with a bunch of snacks he managed to buy, "Oh, fuck, sorry guys," he apologises at the interruption of their subtextual rekindling.

Manaia pulls her hand away, and Miguel's heart breaks.

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"This time I'll make sure to not let you go away."

POV: You're an average superhero and suddenly a guy from the future comes up to you saying you and him are supposed to be together.

Miguel holding y/n down after chasing them when they inevitably ran. 😏

Someone is in trouble :3c

What kind of yandere you think is Miguel? I see him possessive, obsesive and stalking. Im not sure about sadistic...

LoVe your work 💖

Miguel is definitely a obsessive, protective and possessive type, but I also see him as "the silent-yandere that you only notices there's something wrong with him when it's too late" too.

I'm also not sure about Miguel being a sadistic, he might be strict person but I don't think he enjoys hurting you... He's just... Scared to lose you, so sometimes he might act a bit agressive but it's for your own good.

And thank you! ❤️

Y/N getting cuddled by Miguel 👉 👈

C... Cuddled... ?

Maybe miguel giving his darling a lil smooch? :))

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