#Ruby flips between please ignore and don't ignore me

[eviltomb]

[sunflowersteves]

i'm not cute || m.o.

pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary || Miguel always loved when you played with his hair.

author's notes || this is my first miguel fic and im v excited!! there will be much more to come <3 also, my spanish is v v v limited and i tried following what ppl were saying in the miguel tag but please let me know if I need to fix anything!!

warnings || none, fluff, it's tooth-rotting

“Did you just braid my hair?”

You paused—froze even. Your hands stilled in between his luscious, soft hair, and it took every ounce inside of you to not continue to feel through each strand of his. 

“Uh, no?” It was bashful. 

You inwardly winced at the extremely unconvincing tone of your voice. You couldn’t see, but his lips curled into the smallest of smiles. His spidey-DNA, as you liked to call it, sensed the heat that radiated off of your body. 

After an unsuccessful mission, Miguel came home in a state of ire. His eyebrows were furrowed, anger rolling off of his body in waves as his chest heaved up and down. But as soon as your hand placed itself across the plains of his chest and soothed the fabric of his suit, everything started to dissipate. 

The anger, the grief, the guilt—everything. 

You gently pulled his wrist, and he blindly followed you into the living room of your makeshift apartment he built in Nueva York. You sat right above him on the couch, brush in your hand as you stroked through each strand of hair. His frame practically barrelled over you, despite him sitting on the ground with his back to the legs of the couch.

 In return, he wanted to desperately turn around and press light kisses into your skin, but he refrained. He knew that all you wanted to do was comfort his tense muscles. 

“That didn’t sound very convincing.”

You bite your lip, sheepishly, as you ignored his comment and started to braid another part of his hair. You very carefully twisted the fluffy soft hair between one another and grinned at the What he didn’t have to know wouldn’t hurt him, right? Well, apparently, you were wrong because once you tugged on his hair, yet again, and he practically jumps. 

“¡Ay!” He yelps and turns his head to look at you, “¿Qué mierda haces?” 

Your eyes widened, “Miggy! Oh—I’m so sorry!” You go to reach for his head again in an attempt to soothe the pain that you caused, but he caught your wrist. 

If you weren’t too concerned about tugging on his hair, you would have noticed the slight change in his lips that turned into a sly smirk. “Cariño,” He warned. His voice was gravelly and rough—the sound sending shivers down your spine. “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” 

In one motion, he’s hovering over you. “Hmm?”

Your mouth opens in surprise—the spark in your heartbeat not going unnoticed by the man before you. “I–I just, Miguel—” You were starting to get nervous under his gaze—just like you always do.

Pure adoration flashed between his ruby eyes, and his finger gently rubbed against the side of your cheek. It was so gentle and affectionate that it almost created tears against your waterline. He loved when you got nervous and playful—it always struck against his chest and seized him whole. He wanted to see the effect that he had on you in every waking moment, it seemed. 

He smiled. “You’re cute.”

You gasped, attempting to turn the tables around and flip him over. “I am not cute!” Alas, you were unsuccessful. 

He laughed. It was hearty and pretty against your ears. “You’re right. You’re the cutest.”

You grumbled under your breath, and it took every ounce of control not to kiss the puffing of your cheeks. “Whatever, you’re the cutest. Not me.” 

Miguel smiled—teeth showing and entirely genuine as he took in your playful expression and fingers that twisted the short hair against the base of his neck. 

“I’ll eventually make you admit it, mi alma. Don't you worry."

~~

¿Qué mierda haces? - What the fuck are you doing?

Cariño - Honey

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am i going to do with you?

Mi alma - my soul

[ladylavellaan]

(bnha)Can I get some death in arms, angsty angst? The reader is dating Katsuki and its the readers birthday, they ride on a Subway on their way to a dinner date to celebrate. The Subway is attacked by a pro villain that is just way to powerful. ( If you'd like, I would appreciate you sprinkling in some more sadness about Aizawa being the readers dad and the villain being someone he failed to capture. Only if you want to though, I don't want you over working yourself :') Ty!! -Lavender Anon

Ohhh boy it’s been a while since I’ve attempted angst. I might be a little rusty, but I hope this is okay <3

I decided to make Kacchan and the reader 3rd years in this prompt. The attack ended up outside of the Subway!!

No need to worry about me though Lavender!!! I’m doing great and I’m soooosoo thankful that you sent me a request <333!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The city is alive at night.

They are in love as they watch it pass by, a blur of light. Peace finds them. It makes them feel small, watching the world move as they stand still.

But they don’t mind. [f/n] finds that there is strength in the revelation of mortality.

Geez, [f/n], they squint at their reflection. Good birthday thoughts, good birthday thoughts… Why’re you philosophizing on a train to Kamino, huh?

Sighing, [f/n] passes a glance to their boyfriend of three years, Katsuki. They smile. He’s changed so much. That rage that engulfed him for most of his life is now a calmer fire he can control. Fury was replaced with energy, the energy and motivation to be able to move forward.

They’re so proud of him.

Katsuki catches their gaze. A teasing smirk lifts his lips. He coyly remarks, “You gotta stop being cute and shit. You’re too old for the schoolgirl act now, you know.”

But he’s still an ass.

“So rude… How else am I going to charm you now that I’m withering away?” Keeping in mind that he’s the same age as them, too, they giggle out. Their expression turns serious again, quickly adding, “You’re only dating me for my money.”

“Yeah, you fucking got me. Right on the bullseye, as always. Nothing less from you.” Katsuki deftly grabs their chin, his smirk growing into a wolfish grin. “I’m dating you because you’re the best, and I love you.”

They flush. “I-I love y-”

“-happy birthday. Now stop fishing for compliments, idiot,” he murmurs and pulls them into a quick kiss. Their heart skips a beat. “You’re already pushing it. I gave up my study sess with Ponytail for this.”

“A valiant sacrifice,” they laugh, and he smiles. “You’ll do fine.”

“Memorization doesn’t do shit for me, but with all the chapters we have to cover? It doesn’t help the fact that-” He suddenly stops, ruby eyes distracted by a flashing red notification on his phone. The expression on his face changes from relaxed to on-guard in a matter of seconds.

[f/n] straightens, and flicks out their phone from their jacket pocket. Just like his, the notification pops up red, sending a chill of anxiety down their body.

ATTENTION: Villain “Blink” spotted approaching the Naka ward. Pro-heroes Star Justice and Lovelace are trying to apprehend the villain, but he overpowered them and made a break for it. Please be careful and stay indoors if you are in or near the Naka ward! 38 casualties follow this villain…

“38 casualties?” They air out. “Star Justice and Lovelace are ranked 16th and 21st respectively, right? No, the villain must be too strong. Blink- he’s the fast one, isn’t he? That’s-”

They recognize the name. That’s the one Aizawa-sensei failed to capture, far too fast for his eyes to leave the villain powerless. They didn’t pay much attention to the details. They only cared about Aizawa, a parental figure in their life, who dealt with failure by blaming himself.

“Yeah,” Katsuki answers, distracted. Panic seizes him for a second. Who the hell will take this guy down, then? Speed has always been an issue in any fucking battle. The moment your opponent is too fast for you to handle, it’s over. Even widescale attacks can’t do much if the enemy has half a brain cell. And this guy… 300 mph in less than a second. Fuck…

He clicks his phone on. Another notification flares across his screen, this time white.

From: Kirishima

bro, we gotta do something about this blink guy. deku and shouto are gonna go too, along with iida and momo. 

Katsuki immediately makes up his mind. “Sounds like the bastard is giving the pros hell. We should-”

He turns to them quickly, a plan forming in his head. It’d be easy. So fucking easy, and with them at his side, it’d be a piece of cake.

“Katsuki, I…” Their voice wavers, and he’s snapped out of his thoughts. The look in their wide eyes depict something he can’t quite name- fear, maybe? They look like they know something bad is going to happen. 38 casualties and that number is rising, no doubt about it. Katsuki can’t just ignore something like this. He’s a hero, goddamn it, he’s supposed to do something about this.

But he is also theirs. And that look in their eyes… He can’t just ignore that either.

“The fucking nerds at school have it,” he reassures them, wrapping a strong arm around them. “Let’s just enjoy your birthday, yeah?”

To: Kirishima

From: Bakugou

i can’t. celebrating [f/n]’s birthday. you better have this one in the bag. if that villain beats the shit out of you, i’ll bring you back to life and end you again. and be fucking careful!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Soooo, can I open my present now?”

“When we get to the café, idiot. I made reservations and everything, and we’re cutting it close. So hurry your ass up, come on.” A rough tug on their hand has them stumbling side by side by him, unaware of his growing paranoia. The station of Kamino is desolate, the wind whispering into empty space. This already feels wrong.

Some station shops are open, but he can feel the anxiety of the workers, itching to lock the door shut. Katsuki clicks on his phone. No new notifications, nothing from Kirishima or Iida or Deku. He makes a ‘tsk’ sound and wraps an arm around [f/n], pulling them close.

“You’re worried,” they say, after one look at his expression. Katsuki looks away with a glare. “Katsuki…”

“Don’t make such a sad expression,” he grumbles and runs his hand down their face. They scrunch up their nose and swats his hand away. He continues, “I want to spend your birthday with you, here. Just the two of us. Hell, Aizawa-sensei even suggested we do something together for today. But I’m on high alert, can you really blame me? With a villain running loose?”

“Villains are running loose all the time, Katsuki.”

“What the fuck does that- I know that. But on your birthday, of all days, and the villain just had to be the one sensei couldn’t capture? A smart, competent villain, with a powerful quirk like that? I don’t want this asswipe to ruin your day-”

“Our day,” they insist. They pull him down for a soft kiss. “Yeah, it’s my birthday, but I wanted to spend it with you. Just us two. But I’m… kind of anxious as well. For the others who are dealing with Blink, especially.”

His expression softens. “Yeah? Alright. I’ll accompany you back home, and then I’ll go to the fight and help those sods out.”

“What? Katsuki, that’s-”

“-Not necessary,” an unfamiliar voice grumbles out, smooth and low. Katsuki whips around, a protective arm hovering in front of [f/n]. Is this real? Did he seriously not hear this fucker coming? Blink snuck up on them like ground squirrel nabbing a seed. Those little shits are sneaky! Fucking damn it!

“Blink,” Katsuki growls out, and he suddenly notes the blood staining the man’s silver-blue villain suit. Fuck. Kirishima, Deku, everyone else… You all better be okay. “Fucking bootleg Sonic the Hedgehog over here doesn’t know how to make an entrance. That’s a nice trick you got there, sneaking up on me like that.”

“I can do so much more.” Blink’s voice drops an octave, expression wild with bloodlust. His brown hair is mussed. Underneath that eye mask might be someone who is handsome and paired with such an attractive voice Katsuki can only guess that this man is popular. But right now, he’s a villain and he’s a threat.

“Stay back,” Katsuki orders, not sparing a glance at [f/n] as he wolfishly grins.

”I’ll call for help,” they say. “So give me cover.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Charging with no room for mercy, an explosion sends Katsuki flying forward at breakneck speed.

The villain’s name is Blink for a reason. One second he was in front of them, visible and intimidating. The next second? He was behind Katsuki, standing between him and [f/n]. Katsuki is sent flying from a kick delivered harshly to his back, slamming into the wall.

[f/n] flips out their phone and starts to run the opposite direction. They trust in Katsuki to end this fight, but he needs backup. Help. From anyone. The others must have not stood a chance… Not even Todoroki or Deku. Or even Momo…

Who to call, who to call. Not a student, no. Who would answer now, someone capable, someone who knows what to do?

Aizawa-sensei.

Scrolling through their contacts furiously, [f/n] hits the call button beside Aizawa’s name as they run. Behind them, Blink disappears again. “Damn it,” they curse, running blindly into the tunnel. “Come on, come on, Aizawa-sensei-”

Suddenly, blue flame lights up the dark, swallowing the hand holding their phone. A shriek of pain echoes through the station, and Katsuki feels his heart drop in the midst of the debris.

“There’s no need for that,” a boy with patchwork skin says. Beside him, a blonde girl with buns grins at them, cheeks flushing pink. “Now, be good and don’t you move an inch. We can make this painless for you.” 

Two more of them. Damn it!

Still disoriented by the pain, they spit out, “What the hell do you want?”

“Get the fuck away from them!” Katsuki roars, a large explosion launching him into the tunnels. The ground tremors from the sheer power of it all, but Blink is fast- he reappears and rams his knee into Katsuki’s gut.

“Katsuki!” They cry out. Damn it, damn it, damn it..! On your feet, [f/n]. There we go. Now activate your fucking quirk and buy time for Katsuki.

“Oh?” The boy with the patchwork skin smiles. “You’re gonna-”

A roar of fury and energy leaves them, an explosion of light terrifying the villains. Now with the three of them blinded, f/n can dive for their phone and make a break for it. Away from Katsuki to separate the villains so he can fight maybe two or one and he can get out of this, alive-

Instinct and reflexes grab a hold of Blink, and he wastes no time delivering a merciless punch to [f/n’s] stomach. That alone is enough to send them flying, the force taking their breath away. They hear the shatter of their ribs, the breaking of something else as they slam into an adjacent wall.

Now, unable to breathe properly, Blink staggers towards them, eyes squinting. “Nasty quirk you got there,” he comments. “I’ll finish this one off. You two get the other one.”

“Oooh, can I kill him please? Can I? Can I? He was the one who rejected us before, and we never really forgot that.” That voice is beginning to ring in their head. They feel lightheaded.

“Better yet,” the other voice, the one with the patchwork skin, purrs out, “make him watch what’s about to happen to them.”

“You bastards! Don’t underestimate them! They’ll-” Katsuki, that’s Katsuki. He really believes in them, huh…?

Something sharp cuts into them.  A strangled cry leaves them, the pain spreading. Knife deeply lodged into their side, Blink twists the blade in a slow semi-circle, darkly hushing, “That’s it. You can die like the rest of them did.”

“No,” they whisper weakly, horrified. Momo and Deku and Todoroki and the others, are they...? No, no way.

“Rest,” Blink commands, and sends another graceless stab into flesh and bone. Blood rises up their throat and spills from their mouth, small hics and gasps leaving them.

Memories flash through their head: the spot underneath the tree where they went to eat lunch with their friends, that night underneath the stars with Katsuki, making it to the top 20 in the Sports Festival, the internships, Katsuki’s confession, their mother’s gentle kiss on their forehead, their father’s smile when they showed them their test scores, Aizawa-sensei patting their head when they revealed they beat Katsuki in sparring, the first time Katsuki said ‘I love you’…

They’re left there to die.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Katsuki is victorious. Bone-shatteringly so. Every part of his body screams, blood obscuring his vision. Nothing feels right anymore. He can’t even get up to find [f/n], apologize for this wreck of a birthday.

The two delinquent villains have run off with their tails between their legs; after Blink was blinded, Katsuki took advantage of that and send explosion after explosion his way. Close combat sufficed more effective than keeping him at a distance, so that forced him to rely solely on instinct. He is pure instinct, though, raw and wild. Blink lays a few feet away, silent and unresponsive.

“[f/n],” he rasps out and rolls onto his side. His eyes try to focus but to no avail. Double vision. Great.

Silence.

“[f/n], where are you?”

Silence. Katsuki forces his eyes to focus. Their body is near, but it’s weird, it’s twisted wrong. And the blood suddenly blooming on their shirt…

“Hey,” he whispers and reaches out for them. A futile attempt. His arms scream in pain. He doesn’t care. His hand doesn’t even reach them. “Hey.”

Nothing.

He knows what this is. This is mortal life and how fragile it is. This is flesh, and bone, and how easy it must have been to rip apart. This is [f/n], laying their ungracefully, treated with no care. He knows what happened. He knows, his mind knows. But there’s just no way…

Katsuki army crawls towards them. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but he remembers the look in their eyes, how scared they looked. He can’t just leave them alone. He remembers their hand shaking when he held it, he remembers that. He remembers the grassy field they lay on when they stargazed, and they said, It’s so beautiful, but he was staring at them and how fucking astounded they looked. It was just fucking stars in the sky but they looked so amazed that he couldn’t help but smile.

How did they look, in their last moments…? Scared? No, they must have put a brave front. That’s one of the things he fell in love with.

“Hey,” he wheezes out, finally by their side. Their eyes are open and blank, mouth slightly agape. Blood had poured from their mouth to their neck, an unholy sight. “f/n.”

Nothing.

“Hey,” he tries again.

Silence. Their eyes are hollow, unexpressive. He suddenly sees them in the hallways of U.A, laughing loudly at something Kirishima was saying. The sunbeams hit them the right way, and they looked at peace, they looked like how they should be: Happy. Safe.

Alive.

“… No, god, fuck,” he whispers, and his voice gives out. “No, f/n, no, no. Don’t tell me you had to…”

Die alone, like this.

“This is unacceptable,” he chokes out, and the tears build up in his eyes. His arms shakily reach out for them, pulling them into his weak embrace. No. They can’t die! How is he supposed to accept that? Their fucking birthday and they didn’t even get to experience anything yet, and his present, what about his present? How are they supposed to open it?

What about the rest of their lives? What about graduation? What about…?

A brilliant young hero is gone because Katsuki couldn’t fucking protect them. The person he loved died because he wasn’t strong enough.

The realization makes him heave, a shaky sob leaving him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When the authorities find him, Blink is captured successfully. Katsuki was still holding onto f/n at that time. He was congratulated for taking down such a strong villain, but it felt like static- like ice had overtaken his body. Victory didn’t feel like anything to him.

Everyone wept with him; their parents, their friends, their classmates. He caught Aizawa-sensei drinking alone, once. Katsuki left him be, reminded of how close [f/n] and sensei were.

The city never looked alive anymore afterwards.