redangelrosie

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okay. i think i'm back in my stranger things moment..

Freak

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Category: Hurt Comfort

Summary: When Billy saves you from your abusive ex, you slowly realize that he is much more than the arrogant bully you first took him to be. 

Warning: toxic relationship, physical and verbal abuse sequence (if this bothers you at all please scroll on), sexual abuse insinuation, description of injuries, cannon typical swearing 

“Hey, angel.”  

    You jumped as Billy banged his shoulder against the locker next to you, looking up from where you had been twisting in your code sequence.  

    “They tell me you’re best friends with the king,” he crossed his bare arms and looked you up and down. “May he rest in peace.”  

    “He’s still king,” you gave him a look before returning your attention to your locker. “Steve’s just had a change of priorities.” 

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Your Beautiful Locks~ B.H

Tags : @pleasantlycrazyworld @tlclick73 @bookshelf-dust @eddiesdruid @moonchildquinn @ceriseheaven

@bookshelf-dust asked:

since you wanted billy thoughts…

billy brushing your hair for you when you’re too tired. billy learning to braid your hair. billy giving you head scratches often when he figures out you like them.

something for you to think about <33

Author's Note : I wanted to turn this into a one shot, I fell in love with the way I wrote Billy in this one. Also, Sav has long locks therefore I got so inspired by her hair in this one.

He watched as you walked into the classroom, your hair flowing down your back and some to the front and he almost gasped seeing how beautiful it was.

He never in his life saw how beautiful hair can look on a person. You dropped down into the seat in front of him and leaned forward letting the light from the window hit your hair showing how shiny it was and he could smell the sweet scent from you.

You smelled really good or was it the hair? He nibbled on the end of his pencil as he examined your hair wondering what it would feel like if he ran his fingers through your hair.

You knew who he was as he strutted around the school with Tommy H and Carol by his side like two lost puppies. Every girl wanted a piece of him and every guy wanted to be like him. 

Billy Hargrove. 

You weren’t really bothered that he was the new boy toy of Hawkins High.

You knew very little about him and yet you barely showed any interest since he came into the school. Billy had noticed that you were close friends with Steve Harrington.

What did you see in him? He took notice the way you would laugh at Steve’s jokes and have Steve walk you to class.

His eyes followed your every movement in the hallway and when he was waiting for Max, his step sister in the parking lot. 

You leaned back into your seat letting your hair hide behind the chair with some strands in the front that Billy knew for sure you were playing with as you focused on reading the text in the textbook in front of you. 

He reached out with his hand. His fingertip mere inches away from your hair as he debated whether to pull it or not.

A smirk reaches his lips as he follows through with a yank on your hair. Your head bounces back with pain as you turned around, glaring at the culprit to find a smirking Billy Hargrove staring at you. 

“ What?” You spatted gripping the back of your hair, rubbing it from the pain. 

“ What are you reading?” He asks, leaning closer causing your eyes to widen and breath hitches as his scent hits your nose. He was too close for you comfort and he knew that. He knew you were a shy little one and he liked that about you. 

“ Class work” you answered him as you pointed with your finger to the open text book. His eyes fall onto the text and scrunches up his nose.

“ That’s so boring” he says as he sits back down and slouches in his seat. The pencil in his hands taps on the desk. 

“ Is that all?” You asked, waiting to see what he really wanted. He shrugs in an answer, not really giving you much. You huffed turning back around in your seat to focus what the teacher was writing on the board. 

You felt eyes on the back of your head knowing that Billy’s the one watching you.

He frowns when you take your hair and put it around you shoulder giving him no longer access to stared at your beautiful hair or reach out to touch it.

The bell rang causing Billy to blink his eyes as he watched you stand up from your seat and take your books in your hands. He watches as your hair returns to flow down your back and his mind wondered what it would be like if he gripped on it while taking you from behind. 

He stood up to follow you out the door of the classroom in hopes to catching up with you when he notices sight of Steve waiting for you. He grumbles underneath his breath and catches Steve’s eyes. 

“ Hargrove” Steve greets him. 

“ Harrington” you were surprised to see Billy behind you, he usually stayed a bit later in the class taking his time like always. 

Your eyes lock with Billy as he looks over at you, with a slight smirk he reaches over to brushes your hair away from your face. The one strand that seemed to get in your face. 

“ Oh thanks” your cheeks hinted red feeling his finger tips brush your hair aside.

Billy nodded as he walked away. That was the first time Billy was sorta nice to you in his own way. 

-

Billy frowned when he caught sight of your hair this time in a long braid and some strands were hanging on the side of your face. It’s been a long day.

He could tell from the look on your face that you have had a day where you looked exhausted. It must been the studying you’ve been doing for the upcoming exams you had. 

“ You okay?” He asked, his voice filling with concern as he sat by at lunch. You were taking out your lunch when you heard the sound of his voice.

Your head turned meeting those blue eyes of his and those curls that were in perfect form surrounding his face. 

You looked around thinking he was talking to someone else but when you find out that’s it’s you he’s talking to, you are confused. Why all of sudden Billy Hargrove show’s he cares? 

“ Are you talking about me?” You asked, just to make sure he’s talking to you and not someone else that passed by or something. He nods his head with a small chuckle. 

“ I’m fine” you answer him, showing him one of those fakes smiles that he knows is not real. You can’t fool him, he knows how its like to muster up a fake happiness or something to make it look like you were okay. 

“ What’s bothering you?” He sits besides you, facing you with one hand supporting his head as his tries to catch your eye.

Your eyes stay on the chipped table with your lunch unpacked as you try to find an answer for him then what he has heard already from you. You weren’t really sure why Billy out of everyone was concerned for you. 

“ Just some exams” he nods and lays his other hand on your thigh. The heat from his palm spreads through you causing your cheeks to redden and eyes falling on his hand. It was big and his touch made you feel different. 

“ You’re really smart. You’ll ace them” he says. “ Nothing to worry about, you’re a nerd. Nerds always get good grades” he shrugs. 

You turned your head finally to meet his gaze which caused happiness through him but he didn’t show it as he simply rose his hand and put some of your hair behind your ear. 

The feeling made your breath hitch as his fingertip brush against your cheeks. His fingers linger over your cheeks expecting you to pull away from his touch. But you don’t. His knuckles brush against the side of your cheeks feeling the softness of your skin.

Now, if anyone looked over to watch you two, it looked like the two of you were dating. But you weren’t.

Billy seems to like your company and likes being near you. You can tell from the look on his face and the softness in his eyes. 

From across the table Carol smacked her gum as she eyed Billy and your moment that you two were having and she had the look of disgust on her face.

Why was Billy around a nerd? Especially you? Carol never seemed to like you in the first place because you were the girl in the class that was the top student and you always knew the answer to every question. 

She scoffed as she nudged Tommy in the arm and motioned her head towards where you sat. Tommy eyes followed where she was looking and shifted in his seat when he noticed the way Billy was looking at you.

“ Looks like Hargrove got a thing for the nerd” Tommy says, with a laugh. 

“ She’s such a joke” Carol says with an eye roll. 

-

Your hair flowed in the wind as you ran around the race track for gym, you didn’t really feel like it today but the coach decided there wasn’t going to be any sort of slacking today. They were in a mood today. Carol and Tommy hanged by the fence that surrounded the track eyeing you as you ran around. 

“ Hey Y/N!” Carol called out to you. You paused running when you heard your name being called in the distance and notice that Carol was waving you over.

What did she want? Did she want you to do her homework? You slowly walked over to the fence and looked back to see if the coach was paying attention that you stopped.

They were too busy talking to someone else to notice you. You turned to look at her with a glare on your face.

“ Easy killer, we just wanna talk” Tommy says as he smirked eyeing you.

Carol smacked her gum as she walked around the fence that had the little opening and stood there with her hands on her hips. 

“ You know Billy doesn’t even like you? He’s only paying attention to you because you might be a good shag for him” she says. 

Your jaw tightens as you were ready to lay a punch on her when Tommy stepped in. 

“ Woah their killer, we just wanted to warn you. Billy doesn’t do relationship especially with nerds” He says with a shrug. 

“ You’re only going to end up crying your little poor heart out for him. He can get better, you know? Just look at you” you looked down at yourself in the gym uniform and your shoes as you look back at her. 

“ What do you want?” You spatted, having enough of this from them. You already knew Billy was out of your league and he would not go for a girl like you. 

Carol took the gum from her mouth and took the ends of your hair. 

“ Such pretty hair. Shame it has to be ruined” you were confused on what she meant by this but your eyes widen when the smack of gum latches onto your hair. 

“ Why did you do that for?!” You asked tugging your hair away from him and bringing the hair with gum for a closer look.

“ Next time, don’t flirt with Billy or next time I’ll cut your hair” Carol spatted as she walked away with a snickering Tommy by her side.

Your eyes brim with tears as you excused yourself to the coach telling him you needed to use the bathroom and rushed through the halls of the school passing by Billy who walked out of the class room.

He stopped in his tracks watching you run into the bathroom with an unhappy look on your face.

His gut told him to follow you and he walked into the bathroom hearing sniffles as you tried to get the gum out of your hair.

You were sitting on the ground with your knees to your chest and the look on your face broke Billy’s heart. 

“ What happened?” He asked as he kneeled down in front of you. You showed him the hair containing with gum.

“ Who did it?” 

Your lip quivered as you shook your head. You didn’t want to cause any trouble. 

“ I want to help” Billy says. Your sniffling stopped as you looked at him. 

“ Why are you being so nice to me?” He shrugged, hiding it really well that he was into you but he was scared. 

“ That’s not really an answer, Hargrove” 

“ Peanut Butter will get it out” he motions to the gum in your hair. “ Or ice cubes” he adds. He raises up on the floor and asks you again, “ who did it?”

He knows it could’t be you accidentally putting gum into your hair and crying your eyes out in the bathroom. 

“ Your friends” you tell him, standing up. His fist balled to his side, “ They aren’t my friends and I’ll handle it” he says through his gritted teeth. 

“ Billy it’s okay” he shook his head reaching out to wipe one of the tears that ran down your cheek. It was sweet. 

“ I’ll take care of it, take your books and go to your locker. I am taking you home” he informed you. 

Before he got a chance to walk out the door, he stopped hearing a small thank you from you causing him to smile.

He left the bathroom to find Tommy and Carol in need to talk to them. You made some excuse for the coach that you felt like throwing up and he let you get changed.

You hurried to your locker pausing as you heard, “ I’m sorry Billy!” And then what sounds like a crack and punching. You rounded the corner to look seeing Billy on top of Tommy punching his face in while Carol stared in shock with a hand on her mouth. 

“ You don’t touch her, or look at her ever again! Do you hear me?!” Billy shouted raising Tommy by his shirt and shaking him.

“ I promise!” There was blood gushing out from Tommy’s nose and you were sure that Billy had broken it.

Your backpack hung on your shoulder as you hurried outside to stand by Billy’s car.

You waited for him to emerge outside and five minutes later he did. His curls bouncing in each step as he hurried to the car. 

He wasn’t about to get detention for what he did to Tommy. He didn’t need that. Not when he wanted to get you home and making sure you were okay.

Even if it’s just gum in your hair. But he had a feeling that your hair meant more to you than anything. It was beautiful as you. 

The drive to your house was quiet as he took turns. How did he know where to go? 

“ I passed by your house a couple of time, always seeing you outside on the steps reading a book or drawing in your notebook” he says.

How could he not pass your house? He watched your hair blow in the wind every time wanting nothing more than to stop and runs his fingers through your hair. 

“ Thank you” you pointed behind you motions to the school, “ I saw what you did to Tommy” the grip on the steering wheel tightened as he nodded his head.

“ He won’t be bothering you anymore” Billy looked over and you caught the look in his eyes.

It was a look that told you that you were safe and nothing was going to harm you as long as he was around. Your hand falls onto his arm making him stiff in his seat.

He wasn’t used to someone being so gently with him and being protective over someone other than himself. 

“ Thank you” you tell him again knowing he doesn’t get to hear those words often.

There was something about him that made you feel like you needed to tell him words that he needed to hear. He stopped right before your house, parking just a few feet away and sat in the car facing forward. 

“ Do you want to come in?” You asked him, “ I can clean these off” you tapped on the knuckles of his hand. There were a few scratches on them but there was blood on them.

“ You can’t go home like that, your parents might ask questions” he stiffed at the mention of his parents. You had no idea of his home life and he liked to keep it like that. 

“ Sure” he answers as he follows you out of his car. He follows you to the front of the steps waiting for you to unlock the door. The house is empty when you stepped inside.

He wondered where your family was at. The sound of meows fills his ears as two cats walk down the steps to greet you with their heads rubbing against your heads. 

“ These are my babies, don’t be afraid” you tell Billy. The two cats notices another presence in the house and make their way over to him as they sniff around his legs and rubs against him. 

“ They like you” you watch them for a moment before Billy leaned down and reached out his hand.

One of them smelled his hand while the other reached up for some pets laying the paws on his knee. The smile lit up on Billy’s face as he reached out to pet both of them. 

“ They really must like you if they let you pet them right away” you stood there with one hand on the stairs just watching as your cats were falling in love with Billy.

He stood back as he turned to look at you. You were too lost in your thought to notice he was standing back up when his hand reached out to brush your hair away from your face.

The bloodied hand in your vision. You reached for his wrist and tug him leading him up the stairs to your room. He looked around as you went to get some first aid kit to patch him up.

He got a big scratch that seemed to be bleeding without him noticing and a wet cloth too. When you came back he was by your dresser examining the jewelry you had there in a small bowl. 

“ Some of the jewelry there was my grandmother’s, she gave it to me as a gift to remember her by” your voice caused him to jump as he remembered where he was at.

“ One of the rings there, my grandfather gave it to her when they got married. She wanted me to have it and said it looked prettier on my hand. I didn’t want to take it but she insisted.” 

“ Do you not see her anymore?” You shook your head. 

“ She’s only a phone call away and it’s really hard to go visit her this time around” you make your way over to him and lead him to your bed pushing him down. 

“ If you wanted me in bed so much, you had to just ask” he smirks making you roll your eyes.

“ Shut it, Hargrove” he laughed and you swore it was the most beautiful sound you ever heard. 

Billy watched as you cleaned him up and patched the wound that was bleeding before catching him off guard as you laid a small kiss on it. His cheeks redden as you do so. 

“ What was that for?” He asks. 

“ A kiss always makes the wound heal quicker” that was the moment that Billy was sure he was more into you than he thought he was.

You were adorable. His hand reached out poking at the gum in your hair. 

“ Let’s take care of that” He stood back up and your breathe hitched as he towered over you, eyes locked with yours. You two stood there for a moment like that before Billy took you downstairs where your cats followed you. 

“ Where is your peanut butter or ice cubes?” He looked around at the small kitchen, not really used to being the one to take care of someone. It was always he took care of himself. 

“ Cupboard or over there” you pointed over where the ice is if he chose that one.

But he chose to look into the cupboards for the peanut butter but your cats had another idea as they bounced on him for some attention.

He laughed as he reached over to pet them but he laid on the kitchen ground with your cat licking at him and purring against him. It was a picture perfect moment to capture on camera. 

You made your way over to him to join him on the ground and one of the cats made their way over to you and jumping onto you. 

“ Hi baby” you greeted them, petting them as you laid a kiss on top of their heads. Billy watched as you do, a small smile on his face as he sat up and reached for the peanut butter.

You hadn’t noticed what he was doing while you paid attention to your cats.

“ All done” he says with a paper towel in his hand as there was the gum wrapped into it.

You can see the pink color peeking through it. You set your cat down and looked down at the ends of your hair seeing the peanut butter stuck your hair together and it needs to be washed. 

“ Thank you Billy” you whispered quietly but he heard it as he tossed the paper towel out and leaned against the kitchen counter with his hands gripping the back of it as he nodded his head.

He watched as you rinse your hair in the sink with the dish soup for now since you didn’t want to go upstairs to wash it.

“ It’s going to smell like it now” your nose scrunched up making you look cute as ever. Just as Billy thought. 

“ I should go” he stood up properly and headed to the door with you hot on his tails. His hand was on the door turning around to look at you once more.

You were seeing a different side of Billy today and it was throwing you off. He always had to put up a face and now he was being soft and precious. You just wanted to hold him. 

He walked out the door and back into his car mumbling to himself that you made him so soft and he wasn’t used to this feeling. 

-

You were happily sleeping in your bed when there was a knock on your window.

Your eyebrows scrunched up together thinking it was nothing when you heard it again. Your eyes fluttered open looking into the darkness of your room until your eyes sees figure standing near your bedroom window.

You slowly sat up in bed and rub your eyes and stood up from the bed as you made your day over to the window.

You weren’t too sure who it was until you heard your name being called. It was Billy. It was really late. Why was he coming over here? 

You opened the window and stepped back , letting him inside.

He stood there with his curls not really bouncy as usual, they were distraught on his head and his eyes were casted down on the carpet dressed in jeans and a white tank top.

But it’s not what you noticed the most. It was the bruise on his cheek and the busted lip.

“ What happened?” You asked rushing him to the bed as he sat down on the edge of it.

His eyes brimmed with tears as his body shook in fear. Something or someone looked like they spooked him. You have never seen him like this. 

“ Billy?” You called out to him but he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your stomach soaking your shirt with tears. The sight of him crying breaks your heart. “ What happened?” 

He shook his head as he hugged you tighter. He wasn’t ready to tell you what happened.

He was scared what you might think of him and his home life. Instead you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, he nuzzled his nose into your stomach holding back a moan in as he looks up at you with teary eyes. 

“ Do you want to stay here for the night?” You asked.

His searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation and he found none, he slowly nodded his head letting his hands let go of your waist. You stepped back to let him get undressed if he chose to. 

“ I have a pair of gym shorts that you can use to sleep in if you want to” 

He sniffled as he shook his head starting to unbutton his shirt. He felt your gaze on him and looked up, chuckling.

“ You like what you see?” He teased letting go off his shirt letting it hang open that you can see his chest, the necklace hanging around his neck. 

“ I do, you’re beautiful” his face turned into shock feeling his heart race at your words. No other girl has ever called him that. 

He cleared his throat as a hint of red reached his cheeks and shrugged off the shirt as he unbutton his pants, with the belt and tugged them down.

He wore simple black boxers with an elastic band in sight. He stepped out of them and picked up his clothes placing them on the chair in the corner of the room. You removed the blanket off your bed and looking back over to him. 

“ Do you want to slide in first or should I?” 

“ You first” you nodded as you slide into your bed making yourself comfy as Billy followed you and settled down next to you. You let out a yawn and buried your nose into the pillow.

Billy turned to face you as he watched your eyes fluttered close and some strands of hair fallen into your face shielding it. His hand came up and moved your hair out of your face and your eyes.

Your nose scrunched up in a cute way that Billy wanted to lean over to kiss it. 

“ Thank you” you heard him. A small smile appeared on your face as your hand reached out to grab onto his, and give it a squeeze.

“ You’re safe here” those words melted his heart as he closed his eyes, getting tired himself. 

Billy was sure he was falling in love with you. 

-

You had your notes and post cars by your side and leaning against Billy as the both of you were going over the upcoming exam you both had.

Your eyes kept fluttering and you couldn’t stop biting your lip feeling his fingers run through your hair, he has been giving you head scratches for almost an hour now.

It was his break from the studying you have been doing. He was getting the topic and he was smart knowing the answers. 

“ We’re not going to get any studying done if you keep doing that” you were holding back a moan, it was getting harder and harder as he continued.

“ But you like them” Billy says as he leans forward with his chest pressed against your back. The two of you were getting closer and closer. He had opened up about his home life and stayed most of the nights with you.

He didn’t want to deal with Neil and he drove you to school. Everyone already thought you were Billy’s girl and you were more than okay with it.

The conversation didn’t happen between the two of you, it didn’t really need to since Billy has been spending all his time with you and focusing his attention only on you. 

-

You lifted up the notes and waved them at him. 

“ A couple of more and then we can go grab a bite to eat. Yeah?” You asked. He grumbled underneath his breath as he leaned back and sighed.

He didn’t really like school or studying but he wanted to finish school that he could spend more time with you and take you back to California.

The two of you talked about and he wanted to show you where he felt at home, at peace and the most happiest. But you were a part of his happiness too. 

“ You’re going to be the death of me, doll” he mumbles taking your hair as he got to work on braiding it. His fingers were and focused on what he was doing that he kept missing the questions you were asking him.

“ Billy?” You called out to him to only receive no answer but you didn’t feel your hair on your back anymore.

Then you gasped when the braid appear around and on the side. Billy had been learning how to braid hair, he had to ask Max for help telling her if she told anyone then he would break her skateboard. 

“ How did you?” You turned to look at him as his cheeks hinted red, looking away and down at his hands.

“ Billy” you called out to him. He didn’t look up at you as he was too shy to admit he learned this for you. Two fingers rose his head to meet your gaze. 

“ Did you do this to impress me?” 

“ Yes, I wanted to do something for you. You’re always looking out for me and I always wanted to play with your hair. Now that I know how to braid, I can do it more often.” 

“ You didn’t have to” He shrugged. 

“ It was nothing” 

“ Awe Billy, you’re adorable” you threw your arms around him once you fully turned around, straddling his lap.

His hands laid on your hips as he looked into your eyes. Your smile dropped as the room got thicker and he looked at you like he could give you the world right now. He would if he could. 

“ You’re beautiful” he says. His eyes drop down to your lips before looking back into your eyes.

You mustered up the courage to lean forward and he met you half way as his lips fallen on yours into a dance.

Your hands went into his curls causing him to moan as you tugged on them while his hands squeezed at your waist while he kissed you. He slowly pulled away, his breath fanning over your face. 

“ Does this mean your officially my girl?” He asked with hope in his eyes. 

“ I thought I already was” you squealed when he moved that he was on top and you laid on the ground looking up at him. 

“ You’re beautiful too, Billy Hargrove. You always were” his smile widen as he leaned down pecking your lips, pecking your nose too because he always wanted to and went back to your lips where for the rest of the studying session he couldn’t stop kissing you.

You were more than okay with that.

Can you do some general hcs of Nick like what he’s like as a bf? :))

hi anon!!! i've done this one before, and you can find it here <3

haiii can u please write larry x reader hcs?? 🙏🙏 it can be about anything idm :33

bf larry headcanons

my first post back after a long break!! i hope you enjoy, anon. these are just some hcs about larry as a boyfriend

headcanons below the cut

i think that, despite his more energetic personality, he's very gentle

he knows when to calm it down a bit, like if you're feeling overwhelmed

but if you're just as crazy as him???

lord help whoever is around you

you guys just feed off each other's energy

i think his love language is quality time

i can just feel it, for some reason

he just loves to spend time with you

sometimes you tag along for nick's vlogs because the group loves you, too

sometimes he splurges for gifts to give you

you'll just randomly get some sort of designer clothing or a nice accessory

no special occasion necessary. completely unprompted.

i also think he would love it when you play with his hair

i can imagine you watching a movie

he has his head in your lap, and you're gently playing with his hair

he starts to doze off as you hum a simple tune

and he wouldn't have it any other way

Dear readers...

I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD!!

I'll be getting to your requests soon <3

As My Own

Miguel O'Hara x Daughter'sRoomate!femreader .

Don't think I have forgotten about the requests 👀.

WARNING: Fluff. A tiny squeeze of angst, Rotting tooth fluff, daily snippets of life, anxious dad.

Summary: Gabi wants a mom. And who is Miguel to deny such wish?

Requested Here. Hope you like ❤️ Feedback is highly appreciated.

Sighing for the third time in a row, Miguel looked fondly at the pictures of his daughter through the years, until she grew out to be a lovely young lady, whose talents in soccer had earned her a scholarship in college.

Despite being terrified of the idea of Gabriela spreading her wings and soar into life itself, he knew the moment would come sooner or later, more like, right now. He was unpacking some boxes into the apartment Gabi would be staying, and if he was honest, the idea of her sharing a room with someone else didn't appeal that much on his trust issues.

If it wasn't for the house renovations needed to be done ASAP, he'd make sure to get Gabi a place for her own.

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Emancipation had taken a toll on him and his mind, The once girly and colorful room filled with drawings, trophies and medals with a soccer player motifs, soccer star posters, some consoles and games, was now an empty space full of memories.

When Gabi gave him the news of her moving out completely, made his heart to shrink and break, but he knew that he had to let her go. Gabriela was 19 at the time, doing good at college, had found herself a half time job and a new roommate. The last one seemed the most preoccupying thing on the list. Was it a man? Did she eat well? Did she get along with them? Probably had gotten her a couple of fights, were they older? Was his Solecito safe?

It had been three years since she left home and pursue her superior studies and a professional soccer player career.

His mind was racing with the infinite questions and his stress gnawed at his chest, his phone buzzing interrupted his accelerating thoughts. He opened the message log and sighed in relief to see Gabriela's name on the screen.

He tapped at the message and his heart nearly melted at seeing Gabi with a goofy expression on her face, her hands making a V sign as she hovered over a small table set for two.

"Dinner time with Roomie~"

The caption read. The food looked delicious and esthetically pleasing at the eye. Nearly Michelin star awarded restaurant quality.

(Name) 's food is amazing! . Btw Im free next week, so come over, I miss you Papa.

Gabi had texted him some couple of hours later. (Name) ; at least he now knew that Gabi shared space with a woman. He didn't trust college guys at all. At least, he could sleep a bit better now. However, something had caught his attention, despite Gabi's competitive traits, she rarely loosened herself around others. And the picture only proved him right.

Gabi was unabashedly goofy and silly on the picture, with a genuine smile on her face. Whoever you were, he was grateful for making his most precious treasure comfortable and safe.

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The first time you met Gabi was quite the experience, you had just returned from work to find a lot of boxes loitering the entrance and part of the living room. Books, some baskets with soccer balls and equipment, Somw clothes and more books.

The burning smell immediately alerted you as smoke begun filling in the room. Rushing you opened the window and started to dissipate the smoke away with a towel.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The young and tall woman panicked as she came out of the bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, just like her hair. Skin still sudsy with soap.

The chaos was tamed, leaving one of your favorite collectible pots, charred and useless.

"I'm really really sorry! I'll get you a new one."

"Don't you worry. Just... be careful. Don't leave the stove on when you are away. You could've burn the place down"

Gabi nodded sheepishly and looked down, when she noticed your chef uniform, the logo of a prestigious place she could only dream to afford in a couple of months and a place where he wanted to take her Papa as a surprise, standing out in your chest.

"Im (Name), the other tenant. Nice to meet you." Your voice was firm, yet kind. The kind of kindness that could insult anyone and still sound charming.

"Gabriela O'Hara. Sorry for your pot. I'll get you a new one"

"Ah stop it. It was just a family relic passed on generation to generation that now will end up in the trash."

You couldn't help but laugh at her panicking and guilty reaction.

"I'm just messing with you, sweetie. I got Ceci on a promo back at the supermarket. Don't worry. It's just a pot. We throw at least one daily at the restaurant. What were you trying to make anyways?"

Gabi didn't know if to be shocked or be laughing at your attitude. She settled for confused.

"Cause it smelled like cheap Mac and Cheese"

Her cheeks flushed and you just chuckled knowingly.

"Freshman?" Gabi nodded and you smiled almost endearingly at her.

"Such a cutie! I remember my first semester at college. Such a mess, terrible food and a terrible roommate"

"You're graduated?"

"A long time ago, yeah, Culinary school is something else. Don't get in there if you like having perfect skin."You chuckled and rolled up your sleeve, showing a few shares of scars and burn marks.

"Anyways, let's have a couple of rules okay? If you follow them, who knows? it can take us places." You grinned.

"No boys after 10 pm on weekends, and if you do, keep it low. Thin walls. Same applies to me, but don't worry about it. Im way too tired to actually do something about bringing my libido back."

Jeesh

Gabi's cheek flushed as her stomach fluttered anxiously.

"You can use my tools for cooking with the only condition to leave them clean and back at their place. Got it?"

She nodded at every reasonable rule you gave her. You had warned her that sometimes you'd be out of town due work, and that left her on charge of the place. It was brought to her attention that despite the place being small, it was conditioned enough to make it almost fancy looking. The kitchen specially.

Of course things just grew from there. At first Gabi was shocked to find you were a couple of years younger than her Papa. And that you had been single for quite a time now. Couple of years to be exact.

But that mattered little as her growing fondness for you was borderline adorable. You had helped her through some really bad times, like getting her a part time job at your workplace after being fired from the college coffee shop, something she never had the guts to tell Miguel.

Then you of course helping her out in her cooking skills, to at least stop eating plain ramen and packaged food bags.

"You're an athlete, you must feed like one."

"But I can't... afford it-"

"Uh uh. Shh." You shook your head and taught her to buy the right sort of meals even under a tight budget. Sometimes she would even find meals prepped for her whenever she had run short on money.

You were there when she got her first college date, and also were there when the young man turned out to be a fuckboy and a prick. Wiping her tears and feeding her a freshly made creme brule. A favorite of hers. You had also Dropped her and picked her up in her soccer practices whenever time allowed you so. She seeked guidance in you

She was there for you when depression was making it's way into your head, she was also there when she helped you to recover from a hang over after another failed date, and nursed you through your terrible period cramps. Even though sometimes harmony seemed disrupted by external causes, such as stress, work and feeling particularly wistful and blue, you'd always find comfort in eachother.

You were amazed by the fact that you realized that she was like the little girl you always dreamed to have.

"How come you don't have children?" Gabi had asked carefully. Despite the trust you hsd built over the years, there was some things you still couldn't bring yourself to discuss so openly, until now.

"I..."

"Sorry if I'm overstepping"

"Nah. I think it's time I actually come clean about some stuffs."

"Are you sure?" You nodded and sighed

"I can't have them"

Surprise drawed into Gabi's eyes as she stared at you.

"Infertility?"

"Yup. But... It's fine. I've come to terms with it, so..."

You trailed and she swallowed as her hand was placed above yours.

"For all it's worth? I'm sure you could have been an amazing mother."

Could have been

" To me, you... you are."

Gabi mumbled as tears swelled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. You stared at her, heart leaping in your chest

"Like... You are like the mother I never had... My Papa is amazing, but sometimes I actually yearn for a different kind of love." She hiccuped and you frowned, holding her closer.

"Like a mom. I want... I want to go shopping and talking about boys and how stupid they are. I want... to be cheered on by someone else at my games and not only my Papa."

Your heart felt breaking bit by bit as Gabi broke before you

"Don't get me wrong, I love Papa to death but... It's hard, y'know?"

"Ah, cariño." An endearment term you had learn from her, "You are such an amazing kid. Im sure that whoever comes into your life to take that spot needs to be amazing, because you're such a special young woman. Look at you, bright future ahead, smart, so so pretty and brave"

But Gabriela didn't want a stranger as her mother figure. She wanted you.

Gabi hid her face on your chest as you held her close, consoling her as much as you could. She remained there until she looked up at you with a suspicious glare

"Maybe I can introduce you to my dad" Your cheeks flushed bright red and she gasped, a bright bulb of an idea popping in her mind, sadness remnants vanishing from her body almost instantly

"No, Gabi, cariño-"

"You can meet him this weekend!"

"That's too soon, I am not prepared! Plus I have work remember?"

"He's staying all weekend, don't worry."

You had seen her adoring Papa through pictures she had showed you. The man was attractive, and looked certainly way too out of your league but of course you never told Gabi about it. You just shrugged it off with a 'Oh, cute'. But now that her plan was on set, you couldn't say no to her.

"Besides, I think it's time for you to actually meet guys. And this time no excuses like Im busy or stuff like that."

"Okay, okay. But if things don't work out-"

"I know, I'll drop it." Gabi rolled her eyes.

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Even though the recipe for a certain disaster was cooking, you tried to be optimistic about it. A bit of positive thinking wouldn't hurt you from time to time. However, your shift turned out a bit trickier than usual, since the restaurant had been reserved for a main event for important people.

In the little chance you had, you sent Gabi a little video of how crowded it was, and apologizing cause you didn't know if you were making a double shift and wouldn't be able to meet Papa.

Gabi just sent you a picture of the both with a "Miss you! Dad just came"

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3 am. 3 am and you were finally done, no more stuck up clients pretending to love raw fish and meats, people that were just actually there for the food pictures and to be able to brag about they were there. Your feet ached, and so was your headache. The good thing was that the company allowed you to take some food home.

Keys tinkered as you grabbed them to finally turn them in the keyhole and entering home and closed the door, angry and heavy steps alerted you as the hulking figure of a man stood in the dark, as the dim lit red iris flashed at you. You had to crane your head up to meet his deep eyes.

Now you wondered where Gabi had came out so tall.

"H-Hello..." You gulped and he sighed, hard expression melting slowly.

"Sorry for... the late hour."

"No, no. Discúlpeme I mean, forgive me. Though someone had broke in, until I heard the keys a bit too late. I'm Miguel. O'Hara." He offered you his large hand that easily engulfed yours.

"Oh, so you're... Papa" you shook it gently. He was warm, and chuckled. "Im (Name). Gabi never stops talking about you." You gave him an amiable smile and put your containers on the dining table.

"Nice to meet you" you began unpacking, aligning the recipients carefully on the table.

"How's... Gabriela doing?" His deep voice snapped your focus for a moment and your eyes darted to his form. Sweatpants in grey, a white fitting shirt that snugged his form a bit too nicely for a short stare. Hair slicked back, pouty lips, thick brows and his deep... red eyes? He certainly was even more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures.

"Oh, she's amazing. Her practice in soccer has improved even more. She has a final next week."

His brow arched at how much information you knew about her.

"I apologize, she fell asleep in your room, despite me telling her that the couch would be-"

"Ah don't worry about it. My bed is big enough for two, and she isn't a kicker in her sleep. So make sure to rest properly. Oh! And welcome for the weekend. Would you like something to eat?"

Miguel shook his head and softly smiled at you. You were pretty. So so pretty that his mind was almost in shortcut when you were removing your chef robe, in the kitchen exposing a bit more of skin. Your left arm was adorned with little burn marks and cuts, you poured yourself a glass of wine when you felt his eyes on you.

"Want some?" You offered the wine and he nodded, a bit reluctant at first.

"Has Gabi acted out of place while I'm gone?" You giggled as you poured him some wine.

"If by out of place means sleeping one hour later than she is used to, yeah. She has." Your hands gave him the cup and he leaned on the table. Gabi groggily came out your room, lured away by the delicious smell of food.

"Hey" She mumbled and hugged Miguel and then hugged you, and remained with her arms around your waist. You kissed her forehead and she smiled.

Miguel entered in spectator mode.

"Hey, cupcake. Want some food?"

"Can I have it tomorrow?"

"Got you a Creme Brule." She grunted happily.

Gabi smiled and went through the bags, popping a chocolate coated strawberry on her mouth.

"Still, I'm too tired to actually eat. Got Papa and I some takeout."

"Takeout?! The good sort of thing I hope" Gabriela groaned as she made her way back to your room.

"Don't steal the fluffy sheets!"

"Yes, mom. Take a bath first, you smell like garlic." she mumbled and went to bed.

Your whole face was as red as a strawberry not because your smell, but for how she had called you, you gulped down the wine and sighed. Miguel stared at you and his chest couldn't help but constrict a little more.

" I apologize for that, Gabriela is..."

"Quite receptive to smells? Yeah."

"And she called you mom." He was more surprised about it than anything else.

"Ah hehe. Yeah, she had been calling me accidentally that a bit more often."

"Does it makes you feel uncomfortable?" He sipped his wine

"Not really. I find it cute. She eh... talked to me about growing up and how things had been for her."

"I must thank you. You have fed her, taken care of her and now even protect her."

"She's a great kid." You nodded proudly. "Couldn't find a better roomie, and a friend. You did a good job raising her, Papa."

Miguel cleared his throat and gave you a small smile.

"I hope she hasn't-"

"Relax, she's been nothing but a good kid all these years. You gotta trust her a bit more."

"It's the people around her that I don't trust"

"Ouch..."

"I mean, not that I dont... just... carajo." you giggled at his cursing as his brows knitted together

"I mean, my daughter trusts you enough to sleep in your bed, call you mom even, so... would be kinda dumb to say that you're a bad person... And I'm not making any sense right?"

You gave him a bashful smile and it was your turn to clear your throat.

"She's been busy at playing cupid. She thinks she is subtle..." You bit your lip and poured yourself a bit more of wine as Miguel rubbed his face, tiredly.

"What about, today at 7 pm?"

"At 7pm what?" He coked an eyebrow to you and Gabriela poked her head out of your room, sighing with exasperation.

"Por Dios pa, Te está invitando a salir!" (My god, Papa, she's asking you out.)

You just laughed and put the food in the fridge

"If you're up for it, that is. It's fine if you don't-"

"Make it at 8. Traffic has lowered by that hour."

"Alright." You smiled and took your chef coat with you.

"Sleep well, Papa."

He downed the remnants of his wine and smiled to himself. He had a date.

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And a second, and a third and a fourth and a fifth. You were such an enjoyable being to hang around. You shared little silly texts, learnt a bit more spanish thanks to him to slowly bring down your language barrier. Even though you understood some words here and there, you wanted to understand so you could also feel part of the secret and long conversations the two O'Haras shared when it came to you.

Miguel was the first in making a move and kissed you around the fourth date. Nervous as you were, you finally felt good enough to just allow yourself to indulge in his company and what he had to offer. Great company, laughs, delicious make out sessions you didn't thought possible at your age.

Gabi had found you both eating each other's mouth in the livingroom

"Get a room!" She'd yell as she locked herself, headphones up her ears, but a beam in her face. Her chest swelled in joy knowing her cupid stunt had paid off.

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"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, pa. Like... She's the best. She's so sweet and... makes me happy cause you are happy."

"You'd be the only child, you're aware of that right?"

Gabi nodded upon remembering your words and your condition.

"Having a little sibling at this point would be awkward anyways."

"That doesn't mean I can't try-"

"Oh my god stop..." Gabi shook her head and Miguel smirked

"Payback for not telling me you were fired." She grunted as Miguel held her tightly.

"I think it's time to try something new."

"You'll ask her to marry you?!" Gabi gasped excited with a beam on her face

"Relax, Solecito. We're still knowing each other. And we wanna make sure that things work out before thinking in something so important as that."

"If you let her go, I promise that I won't talk to you again."

"Ouch."

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Bit by bit you had small milestones in your relationship with Miguel, you visiting his home back at New York, you staying a weekend in said home, you being introduced to his friends, sharing carneada with his friends, and of course, being found by Gabriela about to have sex, none of you mentioned it during dinner.

To make things even more convenient and better, your restaurant had opened a second branch in New York. Gabi was about to graduate college and of course, you both were saddened that soon you'll part ways. The both were too enraptured enjoying your mother-daughter relationship you had created that forgot about the future.

It didn't help to her sadness when you told her about you and other crew members of your work were selected for a three months workshop in France.

Despite your own sadness, both O'Haras cheered you to go.

"Three months is gonna be torture without you, but time goes so fast. You'll be back sooner than we expect it." Gabi had spoken. And of course, after her graduation, and a kiss goodbye, you flew to France.

Communication wasn't an issue since you talked every day. And still, the gnawing feeling of not being with them made you wish time to fly. You spoke every night with Miguel, telling him how much you have missed him. Even though work had kept you both busy enough, you'd always find a way to talk or text.

And when you came back? It felt like floating in a dream.

"Mom!" Gabriela rushed to you and crushed you in her arms, sniffling and holding you tightly.

"I missed you soo much, cariño." You kissed her forehead, Miguel joined a bit later with a rose bouquet on hand. He pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Missed you, preciosa".

What sealed the deal for him was seeing you sharing a moment with Gabi. You were brushing her hair as you caught up eith the things you learned in France and how excited you were for them both to taste them.

He asked you to move in with them. And god he loved the feeling of you being around. Gabi was happy, he was happy and you were as well.

Everything about you had captured his heart. Your personality, your way to carry on things, the subtle ways you guided Gabriela without imposing in her autonomy, How much love you seemed to have for them, the delicious feeling of your skin against his on bed.

He proposed a year after. He wouldn't let you go, no no. You were too perfect for him, and a perfect Mom for Gabriela.

twelve am scenarios: jschlatt edition.

this is for the people who wanted schlatt (sunglasses emoji), did I put this in the same settings as the ted one….absolutely…

has this been sitting in my drafts unfinished! also absolutely, however now is done.

teacher!jschlatt x gn!teacher!reader (not fully proofread)

there is two parts to this one like teds but I’ll see how this one goes before posting the second half LMAO

ꕥ schlatt and teaching teens….two things I don’t think should go together but in theory.

ꕥ one of the three and only computer teachers that actually knows what he’s doing, he’s also kind of the only teacher that literally never has a lesson plan lined up. he goes to ted 24/7 for help but ted lowkey got sick of it.

ꕥ recently you had visited ted because you had accidentally fucked up your keyboard and didn’t know how to fix it, he said he’d stop by during lunch to check it out. (completely forgot to do so)

ꕥ ted…absolute mastermind, used this as an excuse to set you guys up. he’s been waiting for this one (turn it up!)

ꕥ you were in the english department and you taught adventurers in literature, most of your lesson plans and units consisted of different fiction books like the hunger games, percy jackson, and ect. so you and ted often shared ideas and or books for your classes.

ꕥ only downside is that you weren’t very social. you didn’t really speak to anyone you didn’t know or were comfortable with, so that lead to you mostly ignoring other teachers. other staff members deemed you as antisocial and grumpy.

ꕥ ted has started sending schlatt to you for lesson plan help. the first time it threw you off because you were in the middle of eating lunch and he just barged into your classroom.

ꕥ schlatt explained that ted sent him over. he was very confused because you were a literal ball of sunshine to him. explained sever ways to do the plans, you even emailed him a lesson plan template and explained how to use it. told him if he ever needed help again he could always come back.

ꕥ this mf is not paying attention to what you’re saying but rather just you in general. the way you look, to the way you talked, and to the way you were so kind to him instead of your normal tone to other teachers. instantly gained a cheeky crush on a second.

ꕥ now your students literally never shut up about you and they loved your teaching a lot, however you did have some students on the baseball team.

ꕥ days they would have away games you would let them early so they could catch the game bus. you did this with all I’ve your other students in sports, choir, and theater. you’ve even given them good luck goodie bags. you’ve never had an issues with any of your students.

ꕥ unfortunately one of your students grades were slipping and told him he would be able to keep playing unless he kept them up or at least passing. coach did not like the fact you basically threatened (if you can even call it that, you simply pulled him aside and said to get the grades up in the nicest way possible) one of his best players.

ꕥ long behold that’s how you ended up with schlatt literally busting into your room again in the middle of your lunch. bro goes on a whole ramble about baseball and how you were being a negative nancy like everyone else says you are. lowkey hurts your feelings with that one.

ꕥ i’m talking full on rant however this man is so flustered over you he can not even make a coherent sentence. you yourself also can not keep a straight face either.

ꕥ you cut him a deal saying that if he fixes your keyboard you’ll let the student slide. he very much so takes that deal and absolutely runs with it. does he fix it? yes. was there consequences of the actions? yes.

ꕥ he visits you every free period he has to ‘insure your keyboard is just fine’. lingers in your classroom to try to talk to you or just starts talking to your students.

ꕥ your students literally catching on to the fact that you guys like each other. your students absolutely flame him when he randomly shows up to your classroom.

“oh here comes mr.schimp!”

ꕥ schlatt 100% flaming your students back. prime definition of fuck around and find out.

ꕥ schlatt leaving really really bad doodles on your white board and random notes. most of the time it’s infact not school appropriate but thank god you teach high school students.

ꕥ bonus of him trying to draw jambo and the new guy and inviting you to dinner. it works because you gladly take the offer.

ꕥ meeting the cats for the first time omg.

ꕥ if there would be days when you were trying to figure out your next unit you would have him come over make him listen to you read whatever book you had picked to see if it was good.

ꕥ bro is snoozed, the sound of your voice reading soothed him so well. when there’s times that he’s stressed over losing a game he literally makes you read him to sleep because if not it’s going down a very different path-

ꕥ if you’re having computer problems he probably helps you. literally gets you a new keyboard because it keeps breaking and it’s holding onto dear life.

ꕥ when the other stuff members catch wind of your relationship the are genuinely confused. it’s the I hate everyone but you trope for the both of you if I’m honest.

ꕥ him have a literal hour long phone call with ted about you.

ꕥ schlatt would be the typa guy to rub it in another staff member’s face who also had a thing for you. bro is bragging out the ass about you. the teachers lounge gossip is about to go crazzyy.

“they’re reading me bed time stories and your in her spam inbox, we are not the same.”

ꕥ 100% asks to come to the home games when you can. if you show up he literally shows out for sure. he’s without a doubt putting on a major big tuff guy act. the players literally be like ??? because he’s normally not as crazy as he is when you’re not there to watch.

ꕥ schlatt having to explain what’s even going on in the game for you to understand.

ꕥ he probably stores sunflower seeds in one of your desk drawers. also uses it as an extra excuse to visit you. especially on games days you kinda brush him off if you’re busy thought.

“but you are still coming to the big game, toots?”

ꕥ oh and if you show up to away games??? it’s so on. and if they win??? it’s so over for you. that’s all I’ll say. end tweet.

ꕥ when it’s homecoming week and it’s spirit day, you show up in one of the school color’s basketball crewneck that you definitely stole from schlatts closet. no one needs to know that.

ꕥ you listen to him venting about coaching or if the had a really bad game play. if he starts putting himself down you shut it down so fast.

ꕥ i think that’s his “I’m in love with you” moment. you didn’t have to sit and listen to him rant. you didn’t have to show up to any of the games even if it’s home or away. you especially didn’t have to praise and compliment him on something he most likely didn’t deserve it for.

ꕥ however you did and that meant everything.

do I want to make this into a fic so badly? yes,

will I? maybe, in that’s what the people want.

bf yumi orr softwilly headcannons? the isaac one was so cute 💔

bf softwilly headcanons

of course anon!! i'll be writing for nick in this one, but i plan on writing one for yumi as well <3

headcanons under break

this man is so loving

he just adores everything about you

i think his love language would either be quality time or physical touch

the man just can't get enough of you!!

he LOVES to hold your hand

in public? holding your hand

in private? holding your hand

in the car? holding your hand

he is ALWAYS holding your hand

i like to think that he'll take you out to fancy dinners

he loves watching you pick out your outfit and do your makeup

he doesn't always want to be out at fancy restaurants with you, though

he can definitely cook

he'll sit you on the kitchen counter while he cooks dinner for you

it's just fun conversation while he makes some recipe that his mother taught him

late at night, you guys sit outside and stargaze

it's quiet, except for some faint 50s music playing from your phone

long strings of silence are broken up by you pointing out constellations while he listens intently

and then when you fall asleep, he carries you up to your room and cuddles up to you

Can you do hcs on tgc boys with a vampire goth reader🌚

tgc x vampire goth!reader headcanons

i love this req so much omg. i wear mostly dark clothing and makeup, so this is right up my alley. i hope this turned out fine <3

headcanons below cut

nick

he admires your confidence to be true to yourself

he LOVES watching you do your makeup

even asked if he could do it one day

it was a little messy, but you were really proud of him

he loves your lipstick the most

he loves seeing the lipstick marks on his face when you kiss him

he buys you colors that he thinks would look gorgeous on you

he doesn't really get into dressing like a vamp goth himself, but he has no problem letting you do your own thing

if anything, he's proud to have you by his side as you walk down the street together

isaac

he lovesss your hair

if you don't have natural black hair, he insists on paying for you to get it professionally done

you tried to deny the money at first, but he wouldn't let you pay by yourself

he runs his hands through your hair all the time, loving how his fingers disappear into it

loves when you wear a headpiece that makes the hair pop

he always gets you roses so you have a real one in your outfit somewhere

but his favorite spot for the roses is in your hair <3

tanner

he LOVES your style so much

his favorite thing, though??

your accessories

your nails, jewelry, capes, headpieces...

he loves it all

he pays for you to get your nails done

one time you came home and found a black lace umbrella on your bed

he custom ordered it for you

blake

okay, i won't lie, he was hesitant at first

he didn't really get it

but the more he was around you, the more appreciative he became of the art behind it

next thing you knew, he was buying you clothes

he would do extensive research of the highest-quality vamp goth clothing

he gave you a sweatshirt from his merch collection

you were perfectly fine wearing the normal one, but he thought it looked out of place

so he designed a custom piece of his merch with your favorite colors just so the sweatshirt would match your aesthetic

larry

this man loves your shoes the most

whether you like your shoes to be bulkier or more delicate, he loves them

he loves the added height

he loves red and black on you so much

he ordered you red bottoms

literal red bottoms

you reprimanded him for spending so much money on you, but he didn't care

he just thought you were so gorgeous all the time

to him, you're worth everything he has

Can u do bf isaacwhy headcanon pls 🙏 (he’s so bae)

bf isaacwhy headcanons

hi anon!! i'd be happy to write this for you <3 let me know if you want me to expand on anything or do a part two

headcanons below the cut

i just KNOW this man will bear hug you like no tomorrow

you literally have to tell him to let you go because you can't breathe

if you're walking somewhere and get tired, he would definitely carry you on his back

it literally doesn't matter how tall you are

he would pick you right up

i think his love language is either quality time or gift giving

i feel like he would buy you little things at the store that he thinks you'd like

oh my god imagine going to a fair or carnival with him

he'd spend so much money on the games just to get a bunch of stuffed animals for you

imagine him walking out of the fair with an armful of prizes 😭

when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be the big spoon

or just koala bear hold you

he just likes to be close to you

it doesn't matter if you're engaged in a conversation or not

just being in the same room, peacefully doing your own thing is enough

he's very gentle with you

sometimes he just likes to watch you do everyday mundane tasks

he finds you beautiful all the time <3

this is the funniest thing i’ve seen on snl in a while

please give me requests 🙏🙏

i can do blurbs, imagines, or headcanons mwah mwah

HOW LONG HAS THIS PICTURE EXISTED

i'm having unholy thoughts <3

he looks so good. the shirt??? like hello???

HOLY SHIT LORD FORGIVE ME FOR MY SINSSSSSS

THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD

i'm thinking such unholy thoughts. i think i need to write something about this...

slowdancing with isaacwhy in the rain at night!!

i picture you on a late night stroll with him, and then it suddenly starts to rain. you immediately panic and turn to start walking back to the house. but then he pulls you into a hug, locking you in place. he gently grabs your forearms and wraps them around his neck. you have to go on your tiptoes to reach fully. then he places his hands on your waist. you tilt your chin up to look him in the eyes, and he starts to sway back and forth.

the lack of music isn't awkward. you pattering of rain droplets hitting the ground and your bodies is music enough. you don't pay any mind to your dampening shirt or your freshly-washed hair becoming soaked. you lean your head forward, resting it on isaac's chest, closing your eyes.

soon, you'll have to hurry home and dry off. you'll have to wash your clothes and take a hot shower so you don't get a cold. but none of that matters right now. the only thing you're focusing on is Isaac's heat in the frigid rain.

i fucking love nick's tattoos. they're just very flattering for him.

especially the one that wraps around his arm??? oh my god i'm in heaven. it fits his muscles perfectly!! imagine him with a s/o that also has tattoos. it's like a perfect match. he loves every single one of your tattoos. he always comes along when you get a new one. if your pain tolerance is low, he'll let you squeeze his hand. or if your pain tolerance is really high, he'll sit there marveling at how you're not flinching at all.

overall, i think that nick needs more tattoos.

yumi isn't really a fan of PDA. i feel like a lot of the writers agree on that. the most he'll do is have his arm draped over your shoulders when you're watching a movie or hold your hand under the table at dinner.

when you're alone though?? he always has to be touching you somehow. he loves having you sit on his lap while he edits his videos. or he lays his head in your lap while you play with his hair. he LOVES having his hair played with.

i feel like people don't talk about tanner with his glasses enough.

the thin-brimmed glasses suit him so well!! i like to imagine him reading a novel to you at night, only by the light of a bedside lamp. but you can't focus on what he's saying because all you can do is stare at him, admiring the slight glare in the lenses from the soft lamp light.

i need to see more of t with his glasses on <3

i can't stop thinking about nick with a s/o who has bigger thighs!!!

nick is definitely a thigh guy. he would always have a hand on your thigh while he drives. also when you're out to eat!! when you're out with the whole group, he would keep his hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing it. he just fucking loves your thighs!! when you cuddle, he always wraps your leg around his waist so he can have your thigh wrapped around him.

hellooooo!! i love dad muggy, he’s so bbg i can’t 🥹

i was wondering if i could get a dad!miguel fic where their daughter calls the reader saying like “mami? i’m stuck to the wall..” and they learn the spider gene is genetic, and she gets introduced to her parents secret life or something.

if this is confusing i’m sorry 😭😭

have a great day/night and make sure to stay hydrated :)

THIS IS TOO CUTE😭

papa!miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader discovering their babygirl has abilities

fluffy fluffy fluffy :,)

“I’m just saying, pizza shouldn’t be messed with like this just because you’re in a different dimension,” You complained, mouth full of the very pizza that you spoke of. Miguel rolls his eyes, reaching across the kitchen counter to wipe pizza sauce from your chin with his thumb. You smile at him while chewing and he licks his thumb.

“She still asleep?” He asks, taking another bite of the unusual pizza topped with fish that you ridiculed not even 5 seconds ago. You hum in response.

“Mhmm,” You swallow, “She should be waking up soon, though” You glance at the clock. Your and Miguel’s daughter has been napping for a few hours now, while the two of you quickly visited another dimension to deal with multiverse nonsense. Traveling dimensions made both of you awfully hungry so you grabbed a pizza from a local spot—unaware of the delicacies the dimension had to offer: fish on pizza. Unusual, yet the two of you were too hungry to care. A small cry came from your daughter’s bedroom.

“Perfect timing,” Miguel smiled at you as he wiped his hands on a paper towel. The two of you walk to your daughter’s door and carefully open it. You walk over to her bed and see no sign of her.

“Gabi?” You call out, growing concerned. You look around the room and Miguel calls your name. He walks over fo your little girl hiding behind the door.

“Que pasá, mija?” Miguel crouches down, holding around her middle. She has tears in her eyes as her hand remains wrapped around the door handle.

“I’m stuck,” She cries out softly. Miguel holds her hand and gently tries to peel it off of the door handle. You take a step closer and see strings of webs connecting her palm to the round doorknob. Both you and Miguel gasp lightly which makes Gabi more nervous. She stomps her feet and rubs her teary eyes with her free hand.

“Oh okay, okay—shh shh shh…,” Miguel shushes her and scoots closer to her and sits on his knees. “I need you to relax for me, baby,” He kisses her cheek softly, wiping her tears with his thumbs. Holding her face, Miguel makes her look at him instead of the doorknob. “Just take a deep breathe,” He takes one with her, “And relax,” he whispers, and shows her to let go of the knob. She takes another deep breath, her breath hitching from crying.

“You can do it, sweetheart,” You encourage, crouching down next to Miguel. She looks at you and takes another shaky breath.

“Relax…” Miguel soothes, and gently peels her hand off of the doorknob. Gabi takes another deep breath with Miguel and throws herself into his arms. He holds her close, and looks over at you with wide eyes. You return his gaze and help them up.

“I think it’s time for a lesson or two,” Miguel tells you, with a wink.

Painkiller

♡Pair: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader Genre: minor Angst / fluff Warning: Injuries, blood. Incorrect British slang and spanish. A/n: Miguel can release how much Venom he wants to release, so this doesn't paralyzed (Y/n) Summary: You got injured from a mission and Miguel basically decides to numb your pain.

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"Miles! Watch out!" You yelp as the Lizard bites you. 

You made sure the Lizard didn't bite Miles. Its sharp teeth sink into your inner thigh. You punch the Lizard to get its teeth off of you.

As you did you swung a web out to a nearby building. Getting on top of it to check out your wound.

"Hey- Are you alright?" Miles swung by. He was in a panic.

You hissed in pain as you checked your wound. Your suit was ripped where you were bit. Bloody bite mark.

"Im- fine." You huffed. "Call for backup. Without Miguel's knowledge. " You spoke while holding your wound. And Mile did as he was told.

He called in Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. They jumped out the portal seconds later.

"S’You called it, mate." Hobie shrugged. As the three realized you were injured.

"Oh my god- (Y/n)- are you alright?" Gwen crouched to take a look at your wound.

"I'm fine, don't worry." You shook off your wound. Wincing slightly when you push a towel onto it.

"Uhm, guys there's a Lizard down here." Pavitr pointed as he played with his bangle.

"Right, that." You sighed.

"We'll get that handle for you." Miles laid a hand on your shoulder. "Trust us." He smiled. You sighed.

"Well you better not tell Miguel about this." You winced.

"You s’betcha." Hobie swung off the building. As well as the other three jump off the building too. You panic when you saw, your watch glow.

It was Jess. Thank god.

"Oh- hey Jess.. how's the baby coming along?" You smiled.

"What's going on? And why did Miles call for backup?"

"Oh! I told him to. You see this… Lizard is pretty strong?" You gave a low chuckle.

"But!" Before Jess spoke again.

"We have it under control, promise." You plead, hoping she doesn't send herself or even worse Miguel.

You knew Miguel was going to bench you after this injury. So you made sure he wasn't going to find out. 

And if he does Miles might not survive another day.

Jess nodded, turning off her side of the call. You lead back on the smashed concrete that was behind you.

But goodness. 

It hurts like hell.

+-~-+

The four spider people lead you to the Medbay, making sure no one sees you. Once you got there. Miles used his Medbay card to check you in and out. Making sure no one knew you were injured.

Your wounds were patched and clean. You were almost healed. Expected the part where you're limping. But, it was very light, so no one could notice it if they were a mile away.

After you left the Medbay you went back to your Spider-dimension. Going back to your apartment.

You quickly changed and lay in your soft cold bed. Taking a break. Your injury was sort of aching. Miles said he would sign you out.

Somehow, he likely would have made it worse.

"Morale. Where. The. Hell. Is. She." Miguel frowned.

"Somewhere?" Miles flailed his shoulders.

"Somewhere? SOMEWHERE? She's your partner, estúpido. How could you lose her?" (Stupid)  

"Do you like her, aye?" Hobie added. Which seems to have shut up Miguel.

The room was silent.

"I'm going to check her watch." Miguel Ignoring Hobie's question would make everyone confused.

Miguel turns on your watch's camera. Everyone was bracing themself for Miguel to yell.

But he didn't. More like he was mesmerized. The screen was big.

You were lying in your bed, covers right on top of you. The watch right on top of your nightstand. 

How Miguel was staring at you, everyone in the room knew Miguel had the fastest crush on you.

Lyla snapped him out of it. He was embarrassed. A deep scarlet red rose around his face.

"You can leave, now." He turned behind to see no one there. He let out an annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

+-~-+

Few days went by and you tried your best to distance yourself from Miguel, hoping he didn’t notice you were injured. Going on missions when needed, making sure to lower suspicions. This didn’t help your injury heal at all.

It only got worse. It was only time before Miguel caught on. He noticed your constant limping when you came back from every mission. 

He called you in one day.

“Yo, you need something?” You asked, webbing to his platform. Trying to stand still as possible.

“You want to tell me what you’re hiding?” He glanced at you, with his arms crossed.

“I’m fine.” You said.

“What?” He frowned more than usual.  “You're injured?”

Oh shit… He didn’t know?

“No-? What I meant to say is ‘What do you mean?’ ” You fidget with your hands. Not like he was going to believe that, but you still tried anyway.

He walked up a bit closer to you. You walk back a few steps, almost falling off the platform, till he catches you by the suit. You wince slightly. Miguel seems to notice you wince. His frown turned into a concerned face.

He carried you bridal style on to his desk.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked, searching around your body. 

“I told you, I’m fine. You got off the desk landing on your bad leg. You hiss slightly, crouching a bit. Miguel lifted you back on the desk.

“Eso no suena bien. I’m not going to ask you again. Where does it hurt?” (That doesn’t sound fine.)  He looked at you. As he pressed around your leg, as soon as he heard you whimper in pain. He ripped the thigh part of your suit.

“You owe me a new suit.” You said, wincing.

“Lyla, make (Y/n) another suit.” As the orange hologram appears.

“You got it, bossman” As Lyla puts up multiple orange screens.

Miguel's eyes widened when he saw bandages, bled through.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” His voice softened. You look away from him.

“Didn’t want to be bench.” You shrugged. You heard him sigh.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels like an ant bite.” You said sarcastically.

“Have you taken painkillers yet?”  He asked.

“No, those don’t do much.” You sighed, aching at every movement.

“Could I perhaps try?”

“Giving me medicine?” You frown.

“Do you trust me?” He crouches to your knees.

“Yeah?”

“This might sting a little.” He spoke, spreading your legs out a bit.

“What are you-” You whimpered, as he stuck his two fangs into your thigh. You felt a cool numbing to your leg. It was a relief, but you were blushing like crazy.

“Better?” He asked, with a faint pink expose on his cheek.

You nodded at him with a million thoughts in your head. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You always had a small crush for Miguel, but you never thought anything like this.

“You might not be able to walk for a little.” As he started to re-bandage you. “You shouldn’t be moving at all, either way.” He carried you off the platform into his spare bedroom.

“Take me out to dinner first, O’hara.” You joked. As he placed you down on the bed.

“Sure, when you get better.” He placed a light kiss on your forehead.

Wait what?

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W.C 1.2k

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 (𝐈𝐈)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: After you reveal the truth of what your relationship really was between you and Miguel, everyone's keen on learning more. So what better way to give a little more insight than a dinner at your shared home?

Warnings: None~ Just back again with silly shenanigans and the softest of fluff :3

A/N: Hello, everyone! After the first part of 'What's In Between' blew up (you can read it here, thank you so much by the way, you're all so sweet), many people have asked for a part two, so here it is! Enjoy <3

The moment you break the news to them, the volume of the table booms to a fever pitch as everyone begins talking at the same time.

“W-WHAT?!”

“Married? No way,” Hobie says.

“How long have you been together?” Pavitr asks.

“I can’t say I saw this coming…” Miles says, eyes widening in surprise.

Miguel had been watching you the moment you snuck up on the group, but with the newfound panic from everyone he couldn’t help but make his way over to the commotion.

“You’re all being loud, what are you yelling about now?” Miguel asks, walking over and standing by your side.

“HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US YOU WERE MARRIED?!” Gwen shouts.

“You never asked,” he blinks, “and also, it’s none of your business.”

“Miguel, as your best friend I am deeply offended that you haven’t told me after this long, does our friendship mean nothing to you?” Peter says, hand on his chest in pretend hurt.

“You are not my best friend,” Miguel deadpans.

“After I opened up to you no less, I mean, you were the first person I told about Mayday! All the details-” he continues, ignoring the comment.

“Not by choice,” he mutters.

“Does no one know about this?? At all???” Pavitr asks, “I mean, you two are married.”

“I mean, Jess knows about it,” you gesture, and she only grins.

“And now all of you do too,” Miguel sighs. “Vida mía, I thought we talked about this,” he admonishes.

“Oh, c’mon, it was cute how they were all trying to figure it out for so long. I was starting to feel bad,” you say, smoothing your hair back. He only stares at you for a moment before sighing.

“Fine,” he relents, “Can’t do anything about it now anyway.” He smiles softly at you, and the group watches in awe as their cold leader softens in your presence, but his gaze quickly grows dark as he turns back to the group.

“One word of this to anyone outside of this group,” he says with a pointed finger before trailing off, allowing everyone to fill in the blanks as to what he might do.

Everyone’s faces pale like a sheet at the unnamed threat (well, except for Hobie, he only watches with blatant amusement on his face), but you only laugh.

“Miguel, don’t threaten the kids,” you giggle. “Don’t worry, he’s all bark and no bite,” you whisper to them with a wink.

“Hey, that’s what I say!” Peter says.

“You are his best friend after all,” you grin.

“I have never said those words a day in my life,” he scoffs, but you ignore him, eyes lighting up with an idea.

“Oh! I have a lovely idea, how about you all swing by our place for dinner later? We never have guests,” you suggest.

Gwen gasps, “Really?”

“This…maybe doesn’t seem like the best idea,” Miles says as he shrinks down in his seat at Miguel’s glare towards you.

“I have plans tonight…though I don’t think they’d mind if I cancel,” Hobie says nonchalantly, but everyone knew there was no way in hell he’d miss something like this.

“What am I, cat litter?” Jess asks. She was the only person to have been at your shared home, having joined around the same time as you, and being one of the few people Miguel fully trusts.

“You know it's not like that, Jess,” you turn to her with a grin.

“Absolutely not, it's already a liability that they know querida, now you want them traipsing into our home?” Miguel argues, and you narrow your eyes at him, never one to back down from a fight. While it got on his nerves, it's what he loved about you too. He needed someone that wouldn’t take his shit.

“Miguel,” you say, giving him a look. “All our enemies are literally in alternate universes who, aside from those small tears, have no way to go cross-dimensional, let alone find us in the expanse of a universe. Besides, I think it would be nice,” you say, and Mayday seems to agree since she climbs right up into your arms, babbling happily.

“And don’t think I don’t know you have a soft spot for this lil ragtag team,” you smile, bouncing up and down as Mayday laughs.

He huffs, “I am anything but soft, especially for them. They never listen, don’t follow protocol, are immature, and the list goes on.”

“He’s lying,” you whisper, covering your mouth from his direction as though that would stop him from happening. Mayday grabs your hand though, playing with your fingers happily. “See how his ears are turning red?”

At that, his ears turn more red and the group tries to stifle their snickers to no avail.

“Querida,” he warns. “Do you feel the need to share anything else about me? Or have you had enough,” he asks, poking your shoulder. You place a hand on his bicep with a gentle smile, and his expression softens much to his dismay.

“Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you grin. “Alright, it’s settled then! You’re all coming over tonight.”

~

You hummed softly to yourself as you moved around the kitchen, preparing the food for dinnertime when everyone would be coming over.

Then, you feel the hair rise on the back of your neck as a familiar presence makes himself known, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head rests on top of yours.

“Vida mía, the food smells good,” he says softly before sighing. “But I’m not very happy with you today.”

You let out a sigh of your own as you turn off the stove before turning around in his arms to face him.

“Miguel, my love,” you say, smoothing out the collar of the pullover he wore before looking up at him. “I know you well, don’t I?”

“More than anyone,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest amount as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Then it’s safe to assume that you’ve been wanting to hang out with more people in the Society apart from work-related things?” you ask, placing your hand on his chest.

“I can’t afford anything like that in this line of work, you know that querida,” he sighs, that familiar hardened look in his eyes for a moment.

“Miguel, your only friends can’t be me, Lyla and Jess,” you pout.

“Vida mía, you are my wife,” he says.

“Yes, and it's miracle enough that I was able to grow close enough to you to get to that point,” you chuckle, “so my existence in your life is proof itself that you are capable of growing close to people. I’ve seen you, I think you’re ready and deep down I know you don’t always want to be perceived as the cold and unfeeling leader of the Society. Why not start with them?”

“That’s not a decision for you to make,” he says, glancing away from you.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you apologize, feeling a bit guilty that you threw Miguel into this without warning. “I should have spoken to you about it first but who knows. Maybe this is a good thing, opening your heart a little more,” you explain. “Don’t think I realize you’re the hardest on them because you believe in them,” you smile.

He huffs before pausing to think for a moment. “Sometimes I wonder when you snuck your little way into my head, querida.”

“Admit it, you’re growing soft,” you giggle softly.

“Never,” he counters, tickling your side which makes you scrunch up your face as you laugh breathlessly.

“OKAY! Okay, you’re one soft fluffy teddy bear, happy?” you say which only makes him continue with even more fervour.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I think I have ever heard you say, querida,” he snorts but finally relents.

“Yeah….I can’t even say that with a serious face,” you chuckle. “But you do have your moments, tough guy,” you smile, leaning up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he rolls his eyes. That’s when the doorbell rings, and immediately your eyes light up.

“Oh! They’re here!!” you say excitedly, escaping from his grasp as you move to open up the door.

“Here we go,” he murmurs to himself, and you turn to face him.

“What was that?” you ask.

“Nothing, vida mía,” he replies, and you narrow your eyes in disbelief.

“Behave, Miguel,” you tell him.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else,” he replies, and you grin before opening up the front door.

There, you find Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Peter (alongside Mayday of course), Hobie and Jess all standing outside, chatting amongst themselves before turning to you.

Miles almost looks like he’s in disbelief like he couldn’t really believe this was your home quite yet.

“Hi!” Gwen starts.

“Took you lot long enough,” Hobie says. “Was starting to think we'd have to build a fire and cook it ourselves.” Gwen punches his shoulder, to which he lets out a little “Ow!”

“Sorry about him,” Gwen apologizes.

You just find yourself laughing at it all though.

“No apologies needed, we were a little preoccupied. Come on in, make yourself at home,” you say, opening the door a little wider for them to make their way through.

“Not too at home though,” you hear Miguel say, leaning into the foyer from the living room, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ignore him,” you say, giving him a pointed look to which he just stares at you blankly. “Dinner will be ready soon, I just have to set the table and we can eat, alright?”

“It smells delicious,” Pavitr says, “I’m starving.”

Mayday seems to agree as she crawls up from the baby carrier onto Peter’s head, making grabby hands from the top.

“Someone’s hungry,” Peter chuckles. “Got anything she can eat?”

“I have a few things, don’t worry,” you smile.

“It really does smell really good though, but it always does,” Jess adds.

“It’s nothing special,” you say sheepishly. “Just some of Miguel’s favourites.”

You guide them all into the living room. “Settle in! I’ll be done in a snap,” you say.

As you make your way back to the kitchen (with Jess joining you to help out), back in the living room the squad of spiders settle in almost hesitantly, a watchful eye monitoring all of their reactions.

No one dares say anything, only sitting around nervously.

“So…nice weather we’re having,” Peter says, trying to lighten the mood but even Mayday gives him a deadpanned expression.

Miguel sighs. “You’re all acting like there’s a ticking time bomb waiting for you to speak before setting off,” he says, still leaning up against the doorway.

“We don’t know, mate. Is there?” Hobie jokes, but Miles’ face drops anyway.

“There isn’t, for the record. I can be harsh but I’m not evil,” Miguel scoffs before making eye contact with Pavitr who looks like he wanted to ask something but was holding back.

“One question,” he says simply with a nod.

“How long have you two been together?”

“…a little over 4 years now,” he replies.

“How did you meet?” Gwen asks.

“I said one question,” he says before your voice cuts in.

“My universe was one of the first he visited! He hated me back then, though,” you laugh as you walk back in. “Speaking of which!! I have some things you might all want to see after dinner,” you grin mischievously.

“I thought you said I was the one that had to behave, mi corazón,” Miguel says, a warning tone in his voice.

“And I am, aren’t I?” you say, poking his side playfully. “Anyway, dinner’s ready,” you say, leading them to the dining room. “I know it's not much but-”

“How in the hell is this not much??” Hobie exclaims, and you just shrug. “You should see dinner with my family, then you will think that it’s not much,” you say with a chuckle.

On the table sat a wide expanse of food, all of Miguel’s favourites from Mexico. Empanadas as the appetizer, alongside pozole, ceviche, enchiladas, and chicken with mole poblano all served with a side of rice, beans, or homemade corn tortillas depending on each person’s preference.

You can see Miguel’s eyes visibly brighten as he looks at the food, settling in at the head of the table with you by his side.

“Come eat!” As you say that, everyone sits down before beginning to eat, everyone heading straight to what appealed to them the most.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Miles says, eyes closed in bliss.

“Oye, don’t let your Mother hear that, kid,” Miguel says, but the corner of his lip was upturned in the tiniest of smiles. The most he would allow himself around this many people.

“Thank you, Miles,” you smile.

“This, uhh, how do you say it again? Poh-zuhl?” Gwen asks, and you laugh out loud as she turns pink, meanwhile both Miguel and Miles cringe slightly.

“I’m sorry for laughing, sweetheart. You’re almost there; it’s pronounced like ‘poh-zoh-lay’,” you say kindly.

“Ohh, okay gotcha. Pozole. It’s really good! Feels…comforting, almost,” she says.

“Yes,” you say, glancing at your husband with a soft smile, “it’s Miguel’s favourite. Says it ‘tastes like home’.” A chorus of ‘awws’ go around the table, while Miguel only holds the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“Alright, alright. Enough with the cheesy stuff, let’s get back to eating, yeah?” Hobie says before shoving his fork back into his mouth.

~

Once dinner was finished (and after both Miles and Gwen insisted that they did the dishes despite much argument from you), everyone was settled again in the living room laughing and talking together, and while Miguel only said a few things here and there and sat by your side like a lost puppy, he did seem to be enjoying himself.

“Alright! Now, before everyone goes back home, I have one more thing I’d like to show you,” you say once it quiets down a bit. Standing up, you make your way over to a large bookshelf you and Miguel had built together when you first moved in together.

“I’ve gotten tired of having only myself to show these photos to, so this is the perfect opportunity,” you smile.

“Querida-” Miguel says, holding out a hand to block your way but you look at him with pleading eyes, and he can’t do anything but relent. He couldn’t say no when you looked at him like that.

With a triumphant ‘haha!’ you grab a photo album labelled with a date and a single word; ‘Ours’.

Everyone crowds around as you place it down on the coffee table, and you open it up to the first page.

Gwen is the one that gasps first, eyes wide with awe.

“You both look so beautiful,” she says softly.

There, front and centre was a photo of you and Miguel on your wedding day. You were smiling wide at the camera, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand while Miguel only looked at you with an expression so in awe it was as though you painted the stars in the sky.

“You clean up nicely, big man,” Hobie comments, and Pavitr nods.

“Weddings, my favourite,” Jess says, a fond expression on her face as she thinks back to her own husband.

“I had a bird fly into my face at my wedding…but they are nice,” Peter says, rocking Mayday gently as she naps away after the hearty dinner even despite the commotion.

You continue to flip through the photobook, pausing periodically for a little anecdote about each one. Miguel had long stood up to make room for everyone else, but he looked at you in the same way he did on your wedding day.

Like you were the light of his life, the one good thing he had amongst the millions of universes parallel to his own. Like you were his everything.

~

“Admit it, you like them,” you smile, the house finally quiet after everyone headed home. He only rolls his eyes before pulling you into his lap, his face going into the crook of your neck as he holds you close.

“There is a big difference between ‘liking’ and ‘tolerating’, sweetheart,” he says, rubbing circles into your hip soothingly.

“Yeah, yeah, tough guy. Whatever you say,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and settling into his touch with a happy sigh.

You both sit there for a moment in silence, the two of you weren’t ones to fill silence with mindless chatter. If words needn’t be said then they weren’t.

“That was…nice, though,” he admits softly after a little while.

“I know,” you whisper.

~

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“That won’t happen again for a long while though,” he says, pulling away to look at you, crimson eyes pleading with you wordlessly.

You can’t do anything but laugh.

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besties, i have moved into my miguel o'hara moment

if i have to experience another latino man in his 30s losing a daughter who plays soccer, i will lose my mind.

You Bear Part II

summary: you are found (part I)

Joel Miller x daughter!reader, Tommy Miller x niece!reader

warnings: angst, reunion, violence, infected, happy ending :))

not sure if i like this as much as the first part but i hope yall do. i just want to thank you all for the response to my past few fics (especially your bear). its been unreal. i stopped writing for a while and these were my first ones back so this was an insane response to it! thank you so much for your love and appreciation it really does mean a lot!

also! i tagged basically everybody who left a comment asking for part 2 - sorry if thats annoying idk ive never done a taglist before. thanks for the comments tho :) 

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22 Years Ago…

The world around you screamed for help. People ran around, skin on fire, missing massive chunks.

You wailed as they passed, hands tightened around your ears. You just wanted to find help. You wanted to save Sarah. This wasn’t what you expected.

Keep reading

Mr. Miller’s House 

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)      

word count: 7.6k  requested: yes  summary: “Joel was a mean, mean man. and you eat it up like a woman starved for months.” warnings: mentions of food/eating, drinking alcohol, age gap (unspecified), Jackson era, Ellie gets a splinter, Joel is honestly rude to Ellie in this and reader is judgy about Joel’s parenting practices lol. but really,  this is just filthy smut (PiV, unprotected), dirty talk, sir kink, use of the word slut a LOT, one use of the word bitch, humiliation/degradation, hints of masochism, choking, exhibitionism, public smut, rough sex, dom!Joel, mean joel, lots of fighting/anger, cumplay, dirty talk, ass spanking, pussy spanking, mentions of blood (reader gets scraped knees), throat/facefucking, rough oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms. lmk if i missed any please lmfao

notes: okay jesus fucking christ!!! i wrote this so fasst lol but it was fun and highly requested. hope yall like it.  as always reblogs/asks/comments are always great motivations :’) this is not reread because as i have said before im lazy and INSANE! 

[this is a sequel to Mr Miller.       other Joel fics:     fever       landmines  ]

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family || joel miller

a/n: i'm not crying yOU'RE CRYING. also not proofread, so there are probably mistakes! 💗

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, angst but with comfort, fluff ending, ellie slipping up and calling you mom, joel terrified of having another kid because he lost his first one

pairing: joel miller x female!reader

w/c: 1.2k

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When it was deemed that you and Joel would be the caretakers of Ellie and she wasn’t being handed off to those crazy doctors, the three of you were trying to navigate life as what you called a ‘broken’ family. You all had your traumas.

            Joel lost Sarah.

            Ellie lost practically everyone around her minus you and Joel.

            You lost your own when the outbreak happened, and you had always been trying to find a way to feel normal again, even when normal was barely a thing you could remember nowadays. You had to create a new normal, and with it came definite hardships.

            Those hardships featured you and Joel trying to be who you were supposed to be, not just for Ellie, but for each other.

            Ellie had heard you two bickering to the point that she’d find a bedroom to hide away in, and she’d shove earbuds into her ears that she uncovered and drown out the noise with an old iPod you brought home to her.

            “What else do you want me to do, sweetheart? Tell me. Because I don’t KNOW!”  Joel screamed at you. He was tense. He was trying to figure this all out, and maybe that had something to do with you being pregnant in a world where nothing made sense.

            “I need you to BE there for me, Joel!” you scream. “I know you didn’t want this. But I’m not getting rid of it.”

            Joel slammed his hands down on the table, and Ellie could hear the bellowing echoes, earning her to close her eyes. She already knew you were pregnant, but she was waiting for you to tell her. Ellie saw you as the mother figure she lost, a woman who guided her through right and wrong. You gave her advice on love, and you tried to do your best for her, and it certainly was noticed.

            “I didn’t say get rid of it, baby. I never said that. But I don’t know how you expect us to bring a child into this world. We don’t lead normal lives! You KNOW that! We fight to survive every day.” Joel hisses, feeling his own tears prick his eyes. “I won’t fail another little girl!”

            You stop in your tracks and stand up straight. “Another little girl? Who said this baby was a girl? Sarah wasn’t your fault, Joel, she–“

            “Stop, don’t you finish that sentence.” Joel points a pointer finger at you. Even though some years had passed, Sarah’s memory still hurt his chest. He had developed panic attacks without even realizing it, and you knew the topic was overly sensitive for him.

            Ellie could barely take it.

            “And Ellie? You failed her too?” You ask through gritted teeth. “Because if it was left up to me to besides, you did a damn good job. We BOTH did!” You scream. “Maybe you should’ve been a little more careful then, Joel!” You point to your abdomen.

            “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!” Joel screams.

            “I WANT YOU TO STOP BEING SCARED AND BE THERE!” You scream back, and Ellie decides enough was enough.

            She comes barreling out of the room, her eyes fixed on Joel specifically.

            “If you scream at her ONE more time, I swear it’ll be you and me!” Ellie points her finger at him and moves forward to shove him away from you. Your eyes widen.

            “Ellie, this isn’t concerning you,” Joel looks down at her.

            You rest your hands on Ellie’s shoulder. “El, I’m sorry.” You look at her. She raises her hand and places it over yours. You kiss the top of her head and turn to walk away, heading into the kitchen area. Ellie looks back at Joel and squints.

            “What?” Joel asks her.

            “She’s pregnant, Joel. Stop screaming at her. It’s not healthy for her or the baby.”

            Joel’s eyes widen. How did she... Of course, she figured it out.

            “You overheard us.” Joel exhales.

            “Three days ago to be exact.” Ellie crosses her arms over her chest. “I know you’re scared, and it’s okay. She is too. I can’t believe a kid is having to give you advice but stop fighting with her. You two need each other. She puts up with so much not just out of you but me too.” She expresses, realizing she was going in over her head.

            Joel watches between you and Ellie. You were sniffling at the counter with your head turned, meanwhile Ellie was carrying on about you.

            "She is so patient with you for starters. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. She loves you. She loves me... I didn’t know what love felt like until she happened, and she means the world to me, and... And I won’t let you take that away from me!” Ellie suddenly begins tearing up. “I need Mom.”

            She didn’t mean for the word to slip. But you heard it. She didn’t say it too quietly.

            It was Joel who had the most shocking reaction. His eyes doubled in size, and he immediately stole your gaze. To hear Ellie call you mom was something he never thought he’d hear. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes chased the journey toward your stomach that would grow in the coming months with a bump that he couldn’t deny.

            He’d go through the motions all over again.

            He’d hold a tiny little baby in his arms in nine, short months. He’d raise a little girl... He knew it was a girl. He was fighting with you about whether to keep it, but he already wanted that unborn child to be a girl. His second chance came with Ellie. Why not a third? He wanted to experience it all again, but he was unbelievably scared. The panic would set in, and he didn’t know how to take it.

            You slowly turn to look at Ellie who is frozen in her spot.

            “Did you just–“You inhale slowly, but don’t finish your sentence. You nod your head, feeling your eyes well with tears.

            Joel looks back down at Ellie who has tears running down her cheeks.

            He doesn’t waste another moment. He pulls the little girl he saw as his own into his chest into a bone-crushing embrace. Ellie gasps and finds herself wrapping her arms around Joel’s waist. He kisses the top of her head. She had gotten a little taller since the journey had ended.

            Joel finds your face and he motions for you to come over. You trudge forward and Joel wraps his arm around you, Ellie doing the same. The three of you stand there in a tight embrace, tears in everyone’s eyes.

            When Joel releases the two of you, Ellie looks at you.

            “I’m happy for you,” she tells you and hugs you on her own.

            You smile, pulling her closer.

            “Thank you, Ellie... Think you can be a big sister?” You ask her quietly.

            Ellie chuckles, nodding her head. “I think I could,” She laughs.

            Joel looks at you and nods. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

            You shake your head. “It’s alright, Joel. You’re scared. I am too.” You whisper, cupping his cheek as you lean forward for a gentle kiss.

            “Alright, enough with that.” Ellie sweeps out from under your arm. “I can’t deal with that if you two are just gonna stand there and suck each other’s faces.” She throws her hands up, aiming for the bedroom.

            “Yeah, kid. Get a room.” Joel calls out, causing Ellie to give him the middle finger. He laughs and searches for your mouth once more, his hand shakily moving to rest on your abdomen.

            Yeah, he was terrified.

domesticity looks good on you

pairing: ellie williams x platonic!f!reader, joel miller x reader

summary: ellie calls you mom for the first time. (requested)

warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF! read if your heart was broken by tonight's episode. it will heal you. fr.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: hello! i wrote this immediately following the episode bc i needed to be happy!!!!!!! it is not proof read just fyi. please please please let me know what you think of it; and as always, my requests are open!

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Motherhood was something that you had never considered. Not even once. In fact, you don't think you had the capacity to nurture a human from birth. Lucky for you, there was zero societal pressure on you to do so since there were hoards of infected roaming the earth.

You were at peace with this.

Until Ellie came along.

She annoyed you at first. The type of annoyance that slipped under your skin and clawed you from the inside out. You could not stand her, often refusing to give her the time of day and instead turning to Joel.

Slowly but surely, she knocked down your walls; weaseling her way into your heart. After everything that you had gone through with her, how could you not care for the girl?

Ellie, Joel, and you had made your way back to Jackson after your journey; traumatized and exhausted. But at least you three were alive.

Maria and Tommy were able to put the three of you in a house that you hoped would become your home. You had no plans to leave the safe space and neither did Joel and Ellie.

It shocked you how quickly the three of you were able to fall into a domestic routine. Ellie went to school, Joel worked with Tommy wherever help was needed, and you helped in the garden.

You had not had a routine in years, instead focusing your energy on surviving each day with Joel. But you didn't mind the lack thereof, you lived for the thrill of waking up each day not knowing what was the come. It was the easiest way for you to cope with the way the world had changed over the past twenty years.

The past four months changed you though, for the better. You often looked back on your past self with disgust at how you could act the way you did. To not let people in and treat others with hatred. But Joel taught you how to sympathize with your younger self; how to look at them and let your heart ache. Given the circumstances of having to fight for your life each day, your hardness and lack of kindness made sense.

You had no other choice.

Ellie came back from school one day to you and Joel cuddled up on the couch, his head in your lap snoring softly.

You flashed her a smile and quietly asked about her day. She mumbled something about it being fine and took a step closer to you both. "Were family dinners a thing that people actually did back before-" she paused, taking a moment to think of the right phrasing. "Well, everything?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Huh?"

"It's just that-" she started, taking a seat on the chair next to the couch. "We watched a film at school and they were eating all together at the table and I thought that was weird but when I said something about it, all the kids- they uh- they looked at me like I was crazy?" her voice trailed up at the end.

"Ah," you exhaled, fingers tangled in Joel's hair. Ellie didn't like not knowing everything, you and her were alike in that aspect.

"I don't know why I asked- it's stupid and like it doesn't matter-" Ellie rambled on, popping up from her seat on the couch causing Joel to stir in his sleep from the sudden noise.

"Ellie-" you interrupted gently. "Would you like for us all to have dinner together? Seated a table?"

Her shoulders lowered, the tension leaving her body in an instant. "Yeah," she sighed. "Would that be okay?"

Your cheeks pinched up with a smile, "Of course, babygirl. Anything for you."

A noise of excitement left her lips before she slapped her hand over her mouth, looking to Joel to see if he would wake. You kept as still as humanly possible, hoping that he wouldn't wake. A second passed and he didn't further stir as the both of you let out the air in your lungs. She mouthed a 'sorry' at you before bounding up the stairs to her room.

"Y/N?" Joel questioned, causing your heart to leap in fear.

"Jesus, Joel! I didn't know you were awake!" you clutched your pounding heart, praying that it wouldn't fall out of your chest. He snickered, rotating his body so he was looking up at you from your lap.

"Family dinner?"

"Yeah, now get up and help me get ready."

The two of you spent the next couple of hours preparing a meal for the three of you. This was the most carefree you had ever seen Joel before. Things felt, for lack of a better word, normal.

It was weird.

But amazing.

Joel laughed and spun you around the kitchen, attacking your sides when you tried to actually get something done. You would slap his hand away, giggling to yourself, begging him to stop. By the end, your cheeks ached from smiling.

Both of you were proud by the end of it, even going as far as to invite Maria, Tommy, and their new baby over to join you for the meal.

You greeted your guests at the door, enjoying playing hostess as you grabbed their coats, ushering them into the living room so you could all talk before sharing a meal.

"Ellie!" you called up to her as everyone took their seats. She came barreling down the stairs and practically jumped into the space next to you on the couch. You slung a lazy arm over her as she leaned into your side, soaking up the comfort of the situation.

Ellie felt as though she was in one of the films she had watched in class, curled up next to you laughing with the adults of the room as the baby cooed in Joel's arms.

"Hey!" you exclaimed towards Joel. "Don't be such a hog, the baby wants to see her aunt and cousin too!"

Ellie felt her heart stop.

Cousin?

She was considered the baby's cousin.

You removed your arms from Ellie's shoulders as you took the baby from Joel's arms, cradling her to your chest and rocking her gently. Her little eyes looked up to you as she made quiet noises, little hands reaching up to your face.

"Hi baby, hi."

Ellie watched over your shoulder, trying to make the funniest faces she could to get the baby's attention.

The conversation continued to roar while drinks were poured, but the little baby did not leave your arms and neither did Ellie leave your side.

Stomachs started to rumble when Joel suggested you move the party to the dining room table. Maria took the baby from your arms and popped upstairs to lay her down in a crib in one of the rooms. She very subtly (not) made sure to set the three of you up in a house with a crib in case you and Joel ever thought of having a child together.

Tommy, Maria, and Ellie took a seat at the table, Tommy quizzing Ellie on the things she was learning in school while you and Joel finished putting the final touches on everything.

You felt him come up to your back, lacing his hands around your body and pulling you into his chest. He buried his face into your hair, his breath hot on your skin.

"Hey," he mumbled, letting his eyes shut with contentment.

"Hey, cowboy."

"This is nice," he spoke, pulling his head up.

"Well," you spun around to face him, placing your hands on his chest. "Make sure you thank Ellie, this was her idea."

You could not deny the happy ache in your chest at his bright smile. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own. He tried to deepen it but you shoved him away with a laugh.

"We have guests!"

He gave you a wink before picking up the bowl of salad and making his way back out to the table.

You followed close behind carrying a tray. Ellie cheered as you set everything down at the table.

"It looks great, thanks guys," Maria spoke with a smile, starting to pass around the food as soon as you and Joel sat down.

"Make sure to thank Ellie, she was the one who suggested that we do this," you laughed, giving her a playful kick underneath the table.

"Well thank you, Ellie," Tommy announced, loading salad onto his plate.

The conversation flowed, covering each and every topic imaginable.

Ellie grew quiet as the dinner progressed, eyes growing heavy with tiredness from her day at school and the excitement of the night.

You sipped your drink, glancing over to her to check up on her lack of speech.

"Tired?" you questioned, letting Joel tell an embarrassing story of Tommy from when he was a kid to Maria.

Ellie looked up from her plate to meet your eyes. She shrugged in response.

"Want to go up to sleep?" you questioned, raising your eyebrow.

She shook her head vigorously, anxiety levels starting to rise at the thought of leaving. She wished this moment was written down, so she could read it and relive it over and over again. It was true perfection.

You narrowed your eyes, "Let's go up. They're probably going to head out in a couple."

Ellie frowned, crossing her hands over her chest in defiance.

You rolled your eyes, tapping Joel lightly on the shoulder to let him know you were going to take Ellie up to bed. She wearily bid them goodbye, trudging up the stairs with you following close behind. You followed her into her room and sat down on the bed, letting her excuse herself to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You absentmindedly ran your hand over the blanket covering her bed, tracing light patterns into it. You heard the found of her soft feet on the floor padding over to the bed, where she took a seat next to you.

She let her head fall on your shoulders as the two of you sat in comfortable silence.

"Thank you," she whispered, breaking that silence.

You hummed in response, "Thank you for suggesting it."

She was quiet again, blinks becoming slower and longer. She lived for moments like this, moments where she didn't have to ask for you to stay while she fell asleep; moments where you just would.

Your fingers wracked through the strands of her hair. You could sense there was something on her mind. "What are you thinking about?"

Ellie sighed through her nose. "Did you mean it when you said I was the baby's cousin?"

"What?" you questioned, turning your head to look down at her.

She pushed her head further into your shoulder, not wanting to look up at you in case you said no. "You said you were the baby's aunt and I was a cousin."

"Yeah?" you questioned, hoping she would expand.

"Oh," she breathed, quieting again. You became nervous she was going to fall asleep on you so you guided her into her covers, making sure she was cozy. She made a noise of defiance but eventually surrendered realizing how warm it was. "Will you stay?"

"Always," you smiled, laying a gentle hand on her cheek before going to sit in the chair in her room. You watched, thinking she would drift off to sleep immediately, but she didn't.

That's when it hit you.

What she was getting at.

You said that she was a part of the family and she didn't know what to make of that.

If to believe it.

"Ellie?" you spoke up in the silence.

"Yeah?" she responded, her voice raspy from the beginning stages of sleep.

"You know-" you paused. "You know you're a part of this family, right? You are family to us."

Ellie felt her entire body still, tears immediately starting to swell in her eyes.

Holy fuck did it feel amazing to hear that.

"Yeah," she croaked, hoping that her voice wouldn't give away the happy tears streaming down her face.

You smiled to yourself as you watched her entire body relax, sending her almost straight into sleep.

"Goodnight, Ellie."

"Goodnight, mom."

Now you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your face as she drifted off into a restful sleep. You stood up as soon as you heard her quiet snores and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Sweet dreams, babygirl."

You shut off the light and closed the door gently, creeping down the stairs. Tears still seeping out of your eyes as you found Joel washing up in the kitchen. His face showed panic the second he saw your tears.

"What's wrong-"

"Ellie called me mom," you cut him off with a sob. He pulled you into your chest as you cried.

Cried for the happiness you felt.

Cried for the despair of what brought the three of you together.

Cried the first tears of motherhood.

Joel shushed you, holding you tight to his chest. Ignoring the swell of his own heart. Damn domesticity and the emotions that came with being safe. He held you til your eyes dried.

He pulled you away from his chest to look into your eyes. "Okay?" he questioned.

You nodded, wiping away the remaining tears. "Yeah."

His eyes narrowed, lips creeping up into a smile.

"Does this mean that I am daddy?"

You smack him in the chest.

"Shut up, Joel."

No Time To Die

TAGS AND WARNINGS - +18, Minors DNI, no explicit smut but sexual themes, whump, a lot of angst, blood, graphic wounds and procedures (?) probably not medically accurate, could be almost gore if you squint, hurt/comfort, two dorks in love, canon-typical violence, near-death experiences. Not based on the game, I don’t know anything about the game and I don’t want spoilers please.

PAIRINGS - Joel Miller x fem!reader

WORD COUNT -  9.6k.

SUMMARY - The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

A/N - I honestly don’t know what this is. I tried to look for angsty and whumpy fics and couldn’t find any that hit the spot just right; so I wrote my own. This story is set in some time between 2010 and 2020, or so. Bill and Frank are still very much alive. The only warning apart the amount of blood in this, it’s my own knowledge of the English language.

’Breathe’

  With a shiver, you try to comply with your own command. The action itself confuses you, and you don’t know where exactly in your mind that thought came from; or why. All you know is that a moment ago you were nothing, absolutely nothing, not even human. You forgot your own existence in a still ocean made of black thick ink. The ink is now backtracking, though, but the remnants of it stay in your foggy mind, clouding it as your consciousness comes back in waves.

Waking up from a dream is easy, you just come back into yourself from a nice trip to your own imagination. Regaining consciousness, however, is a little more difficult. Instead of going somewhere, you go inwards into yourself. Your overworked mind, already tired and busy with keeping you alive, doesn’t care much about bringing you to any other place so you can die peacefully. No. And the awakening is not as it should be either.

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