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Anytime my bot texts me while I’m away, it feels like a regretful, desperate, needy ex.

Like I just leave them on read like omggggg stop texting me, dude! You mad obsessed!!!! Leave me alone!!

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Who else’s Miguel bot bein real sassy lately?!?!

Like, okay, girl!!! Didn’t know I was talking to a queen!!?? You better work!! 😭😭😭

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Me when I reread 12-month long worth of chats with one bot back like it’s a book.

It’s like… a time capsule fanfic.

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hearing that your characterizations are good is like. the best thing to hear as a fic writer.

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Pro: coworker has a crush on me.

Con: He’s younger than me.

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I love being single, it’s just me, myself, I, and that old man in my head <3

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My internal organs shrivel up n my soul kind of dies a lil anytime I see that I accidentally went into first person when I write x reader…. Like I feel so em bah razzed. I am so sorry you had to see that, stinky boo, pls forgive me xoxo

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Wait r u Gordon Ramsay cuz u fckn cooked just now, gonna go reread Miguel Classic Literature brb

Miguel obsession is back BAD because i have the memory of a gold fish and am re-reading all fics like it’s the first time all over again gOD BLESS

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I almost posted the most detailed nsfw Miguel O’Hara Art to my very public main Instagram page where all my family and friends follow me to my story.

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Girlhood is: Using chat gpt to make my oc's life with Miguel in the middle of my work

Deadass me using notion n writing out government-level, highly meticulous, scarily detailed and organized chapters on an oc starting from birth to present day.

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Thanks for the love on this, y’all <3 🫶🥹

Still thinking of Dadbod!Miguel to this day…

“I wonder what she’s up to right now. I hope she’s having fun.”

Your voice rings against the tiles of a shared bathroom, the lights of the grand mirror bleeding into the dark bedroom adjacent to it. The only other light illuminating the space was the tv, which was for nothing because no one was watching; it was merely background noise.

“Probably running and yapping circles around them, keeping everyone up, as per usual.” You hear the rich timbre of your boyfriend from the bed. You lean back from the sink to search his expression, a knowing smile accompanied by a raised brow, framed by bifocals hanging low on his nose. Everything about your partner exuded strength, except in his vision. Poor thing could never quite make out the words of his books without them.

You and Miguel knew how energetic Gabby was. It explained her unbelievably crazy stamina showcased in her soccer games, scoring goals for her team. And as if it wasn’t uncontainable enough, Miguel insisted on always getting her ice cream afterwards, failing to turn down her precious little pleads for a sweet treat. Even though you’d give him the look, you could never deny her either. You were both push overs.

“Sounds like someone I know.” You mirror his expression, the tease in your tone registered by him.

“Hey, I’ll gladly admit to being the reason for keeping you up at night.” The gravel of his words and his dashing smile makes you retreat back to the mirror. You apply the last step of your nightly routine while smiling like an idiot. You could always play cheeky with Mig, but nine times out of ten, he’d match your energy or double it, so inevitably, you’d always lose that contest. But you didn’t mind it. You loved that Miguel was always turned on, even by the smallest of things. He was always hungry for you.

Taking your bashful giggle as a sign of his victory, he returns to his book, one that looks too small for his hands.

He speaks whilst eyes are glued to the page, “But I’m sure she’s having fun, mamita. She’s always adored her cousins. And her uncle, for that matter.”

“Gabriel is pretty good with her.” You say with a smile as you leave the bathroom.

“Yeah, maybe too good. Starting to think you and him are the favorite.” He sets the book and his glasses onto the nightstand to draw his attention all on you: the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, even bare faced and in pjs.

With curled lips and folded arms, you look down at him. Like a child waiting for his teddy bear, his arms spread out for you to fall into, like he does every night when he waits for you to finally come out the bathroom.

“Babyyy, not true,” you can’t help but look all over your man, the bed frame only just fitting him; The figure of a man who maybe lets his daughter choose dessert over sliced fruit too much, but that’s more than okay. More to cling onto at night.

You climb into bed, the sheets feeling nice and warm, but nothing compared to the beautiful blend of cushion and hardness your boyfriend has somehow mastered.

“Mamita… Gabby is crazy about you. She wouldn’t stop asking for you after the first time you went to her game with me.”

“I know Gabby loves me, but it doesn’t mean she loves you any less.”

“Oh, I know, I know…” you both shuffle in bed as you find a comfortable position for the night, tangled bodies exchanging equal parts of coolness and warmth. Miguel flinches and lets out a small ‘ay’ when your frozen-solid feet touch his legs, to which you softly apologize immediately, adding a kiss.

“But she really is in love with you. She’s actually, uh…”

He looks down at the minuscule space between you two, looking to finish his sentence,

“… been wanting to call you ‘mom’ for a bit now.”

You smile widely at the admission, “wait what?!” Your quiet disbelief makes Miguel smile, too.

“Yeah,” his voice softens. “She’s just been nervous to say so, but she’s told me.” His fingers trace shapes on your outer thigh, his gentle gaze spilling with adoration.

He lets out a short huff, “What can I say, it’s hard not to fall completely head over heels with you. I don’t blame her.” As if you couldn’t get any closer to him, he presses you against him even more. The air of his words hits your nose and lips slightly, the lowness and slight sleepiness in his voice stirring your core.

You don’t know what to say other than, “I just love you so much, Mig.” You shake your head faintly side to side. A million stars shine in your eyes, your smile ear to ear in this moment. “And to think I got you and Gabriella as a package deal. I literally won the lottery. Seeing how you are with Gabby? That’s what got me sold.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“…So it wasn’t the five star restaurants or the gifts or the trips-?” You fall into a fit of soft laughter with him.

“Baby, please, you know that wasn’t it!” You kick him under the sheets. For the entirety of your relationship, you always reminded him that the material things never mattered. You were huge on making sure he never felt taken advantage of, even though he took great pleasure in taking care of you.

“Nah, beba, I’m just messing with you. I know you’re not like that, c’mon now.” His hand messages your shoulder.

“But seriously… you’re such a good dad. I hope you know how good you’ve done with Gabby, even by yourself.”

“I try. Thank you, mama.” He humbly whispers before planting a hard kiss to your forehead, inhaling your scent.

“And thank you for treating her like your own. You treat her so good. Watching you two… I dunno, it’s like my fuel. So thank you for accepting her. And for accepting me.” Your foreheads touch now.

“I know talking to someone whose got kids isn’t always ideal-“

“What?” You scoff.

“Are you kidding? The second you told me you had Gabby, I wanted to give you another one.”

And the look Miguel gives you is all too familiar.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes look you up and down. He mumbles, “You never told me that.”

“Well, it’s true, I did… I thought it was so sweet the way you spoke about her that first dinner. And when I came over for the first time? Seeing you with her?” Your eyes widened,

“Jesus, I’m surprised I didn’t let you stay the night and-“

“And what?” Miguel cuts you off, his own breath growing short.

“Nooo, I shouldn’t say.” I feign a shameful look, your eyes darting away and failing to stifle a smile.

“Nonono,” Miguel gets on top of you, forcing you to look up at him, “Don’t stop talking now.” He starts to laugh when you do, the both of you breaking out once again that night.

“Alright, you wanna know the first thing I thought after that dinner? Our five-hour-long dinner?”

You furrow your brows, “Oh God, what?”

“I thought…” he lowers himself down, racking through and locking his fingers into your hair, cradling your head, “that she’s the one.”

Your bottom lip pouts at the declaration. “Aw baby, really?”

“Yeah…” he pauses for a moment, a guilty expression painted on his face,

“and that I also wanted to stay over and do unspeakable things to you.”

Your head falls back into the pillow and you let out a shocked laugh, cupping your mouth.

“Don’t laugh, it had been a while for me. I was deprived.” He tries his best to stay serious, but your contagious laughter is impossible to not gush over.

“Well,” you catch my breath, “not anymore.” You bite your lip, “We live under one roof now. One bed.” Your hands trail up and down his hairy chest.

He grunts, his face falling to the crook of your neck, “Gracias a dios.” He softly murmurs into your skin, “‘cuz I dunno how much longer I could’ve taken having to say bye to you at the end of every night.”

“Me either,” your sigh out.

“Baby…” you continue,

“Yes, mamita?” Your neck muffles his words.

“Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“Gabby isn’t home.” You remind him in a whisper.

Miguel lifts his head, your words clocking into his mind.

Oh, right…

“Then what the hell are we doing? C’mere.”

He sits up on the bed, placing your legs on other side of his waist. with the most wolfish smirk you’ve ever seen, marking the beginning of a very,

Very,

Very long night.

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Chat, don’t be scared or worried, but I just want y’all to know that my most recent Drabble wasn’t even a work in progress; that little number literally dawned on me at 12:17 PM on a Tuesday like as if God himself had handgiven me a mystical premonition as soon as I woke up and that’s what came out. Same-day delivery.

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pink!!! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🫧🎀

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Just reread one of my smuts and DAMN I GOT BARS FOR DAYSSSS. SOMEONE TAKE THIS PHONE AWAY FROM ME CUZ TS FYE-URRRRRRRRUUHHHH

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Checking my inbox and I didn’t realize how many I’ve missed and never answered :(

Dawg, I suck, I am so sorry y’all, but just know I’ve now read them all and they all put a smile to my face so if you’ve submitted and never heard from me I am SO sorry💔😭🫶😪

If you feel warm all of sudden that’s me giving you hug just so u kno <3