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Dating MCU!Peter Parker HCs

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: none just fluff and suggestive themes but nothing explicit, mostly allusions.

Before finding out he's Spider-Man

Sweetest boyfriend to exist

He loves you crazy much

Golden retriever vibes (More like Brown Retriever because of his hair but you get the point)

Doesn't know what to do with PDA

You guys could be dating for a month or a year and he still doesn't know whether to hold your hand or put your hand around your waist

Loves building Legos with you

Study dates are a must have for him

After finding out he's Spider-Man

Finding out he was Spider-Man was a huge roller coaster

I mean him hiding a secret from you that he's Spider-Man? Not a chance in the world could he cover it up.

The poor boy couldn't even hide that he had the hugest crush on you since Kindergarten

Aunt May loves you. Like a lot

She would let you sleep over if you had no place to go.

Gives you food, drives you and Peter around, basically treating you like she would treat Peter

Jokes about you and Peter doing something naughty

"Oh I'm so sorry, I should've knocked. What are you guys up to?"

"Hi Aunt May, we're just studying

"Oh alright, if you're going to be "studying", make sure you use protection. I could go to the store right now to get you some condoms."

"Aunt May!"

Being awesome friends with Ned, MJ, and Betty (Flash tries to act like a friend but is only nice to Peter because your dating him)

Flash would hit on you even though you gave multiple signs that your not interested in him

Peter just gets worried that he's not enough for you.

He's insecure of how much money he has, if your bored of him, etc.

But you always tell him you love him and don't care how much he has

Sharing playlists with him on Spotify is love language to him (No premium, but that's ok because you guys have memorized the ads to keep you guys entertained)

Upside down kisses makes him weak (or is it the blood rushing to his head when's he upside down?)

Swings around New York with you to help ease stress or to spend time with you

Talks about you a lot to the Avengers and especially Tony

Could never forgive himself if you ever got hurt or Worse

But you assure him nothing will happen to you

He's such a aftercare sweetie

Gives you water, snacks and hugging you close

Praises you saying you did a good job and if he did anything that you didn't like or what he could do better

Loves discussing about the future with you

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[dino-fart]

Caught in the Spider’s Web

Summary | Chapter 1

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance, Tragedy

Summary: On Earth-1610, Miles Morales has some trouble still adapting to his powers and fighting crime. Good thing you, a sorceress and rejected student of Kamar Tajj, were around when he was nearly killed by Kraven the Hunter. After saving him, the two of you bonded, he looked up to you like a big sister. So when you find him sulking and on the brink of tears you go into protective mode. Who is this ‘Vampire Spiderman’ and what’s his issue with Miles? You may just open up a portal and find out for yourself...

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[sparklefics]

Señorita

Bucky & Latina!reader

Warning: major spanglish use 😂

Wc: less than 200

Tags @creamecafe

[masterlist]

“Baby, I’ve been meaning to ask, and stop me if I’m being intrusive or rude, but I know you were deprogrammed from the winter soldier…”

“You can ask me anything, doll.” Bucky interrupted. “Go ahead.”

“Well do you still remember all the languages? I mean would you understand me if I started speaking Spanish?”

“I don’t know, maybe. Let’s try it out. ”

“Hmm. Me encanta estar así entre tus brazos.” You kiss his chest.

“No hay otro lugar donde desearía estar que aquí junto a ti, mi amor.”

Your body heats up and the squeal that bubbles out of you is more like a screech, you hide underneath the blanket.

“¿Muñeca? ¿Estás bien mi amor?”

“Cállate. Voy a necesitar que te calles.” You groan. “This is so unfair!! Why is your voice even sexier when you speak Spanish?”

“If it helps, your voice sounds sexier in Spanish too.”

“¿En serio?”

“Si, señora.”

“Señorita.” You correct him.

“Señora Barnes sounds way better.”

Can’t really argue with that.

[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love

part vii- choice

“hug me like the night holds the moon” - alexandra vasiliu

summary: fighting egyptian gods honestly isn’t that bad, especially when marc and steven look so good in their suits

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: language, violence, honestly i think that’s it, not much fluff but i’ll make up for it in the last part i promise

a/n: thank y’all for being so patient with me, this isn’t the last part, there will be one more bc i want the moon boys to meet the avengers 😏 also wondering how oscar isaac feels knowing he’s played some of the hottest characters to exist bc my miguel obsession is concerning 💀 i hope y’all enjoy, love you all sm, have a great day 🫶🫶🫶

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“That’s fucking disgusting,” you murmur to yourself as three bullets fall out of your slowly-healing wounds.

Coming back from the dead was remarkably unremarkable, you think. However, the sensation of ammunition leaving your body on its own was rather unpleasant.

Heaving strained sighs, you wring out your hair as you make sure the room is empty.

“Ok, Taweret, what now?” you ask.

You don’t expect your body to seize up, and for her voice to leave your throat as you uncontrollably spew words.

“There will be an opening in a nearby wall to where Khonshu’s ushabti is at the Chamber of the Gods. Do you see it?”

You gasp, coughing from the intrusion. A few yards away, the bricks open, revealing a shady tunnel with glowing hieroglyphs. You still don’t fuck with small, dark, magic tunnels. But, you suppose you don’t have much of an option.

“Alright. I’m going in.”

The tunnel opens up to a massive chamber, and you can see Harrow and his team at the entrance, confronting what seem to be more avatars. You sneak past in perfect silence, weaving through tunnels on an instinct you suspect is controlled by Taweret.

Finally, you reach a wall of lamps. In front of each one is a tiny statue. Scanning each one, your eyes land on one that seems newer than the others.

“Surprise,” you singsong. “I’d recognize that ugly face anywhere. Now what?”

The same uncomfortable sensation takes over your voice.

“Smash it on the ground, it’ll free him.”

You raise the ushabti above your head before hurling it with some personal spite. It shatters on the floor, and the fog that emanates from it rises into a form.

“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world,” he announces. “He died fighting, no doubt.”

You raise a brow. “Yeah, no shit. Doing your dirty work.”

“It’s far from over. If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you protect the travelers of the night-“

You wave your hands, cutting him off. “Would you shut the fuck up? I’m already Taweret’s temporary Avatar. Go resurrect Marc before I get Wanda to curse you.”

The god disappears in a cloud of dust, and you hear his voice echo from the main chamber. You listen in silence before a loud beeping interrupts.

When you look down at your gauntlet, the small screen displays words that make you audibly groan.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” you hiss, hurrying to the main chamber while also desperately trying to hang up the call. “Not the time, Nat!”

As you turn a corner, you come face to face with a squad of Harrow’s followers, and in your panic, you press the wrong button.

“Hey (Y/N)!” a chorus of voices say. Team dinner, shit again.

“Sorry guys, kinda busy right now!” you shout back, shooting down three people as you whip out a baton.

Wanda’s voice calls out through the fight.

“I felt your heart stop, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

Grunting, you throw a man into the wall before hopping on a woman’s shoulders to fling her backward.

Sighing, you tap the gauntlet, projecting the call so you can see their worried faces gathered around the phone.

“No biggie, I died for a little bit, but I’m all good.”

At the instant outburst, you wince. Probably should’ve chosen different words.

“Маленький паучок, ты такой мертвый, когда вернешься домой [Little spider, you’re so dead when you get home]!”

You roll your eyes, brushing off the term of endearment. With the room cleared, you run out of the Chamber of the Gods, right out the front of the Great Pyramid. Left and right, Harrow’s followers are judging the souls of civilians. Great. More headaches for you.

“Shit, kid. You need me and Buck to come over there?”

“He’s right, I’ll kill whoever did it.”

Firing blasts of energy from the gauntlets, you start taking down as many fanatics as you can. You’d rather not shoot them, but it would be easier, you have to admit.

“Did you at least die in a cool way?”

“Yelena, not the time.”

“C’mon, Cap. Let her have her fun.”

“Don’t start with me, Tony.”

“Guys!” you yell over the arguing. “I’m fine. We might have a new recruit, too. If he gets revived.”

Yelena gapes at the phone.

“You died together? Wow, pretty serious.” She wiggles her eyebrows as you strike down a man trying to grab at you. “Have you two kissed yet?”

You blush. “…Yes.”

The loud reactions have you cringing, but the blonde assassin grins.

“Awww… That’s disgusting. But I’m happy for you!” She shoves the phone to a very worried Natasha.

The redhead sighs as the team goes back to lighthearted bickering.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.

You duck behind a corner, catching your breath. “Yeah, yeah Nat. I promise. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

She nods, and with one last goodbye, ends the call.

You slump against the wall you’re hidden behind, groaning and mumbling curses. When you peek out, you see a giant crocodile goddess swallowing souls.

“Oh, wonderful,” you sigh. “How the fuck am I supposed to fight that?”

“I have an idea!” Your voice says, once again not your own. “Plus, it comes with a rather fashionable outfit.”

Coughing as Taweret invades your senses, you shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t do those weird superhero costumes.”

“Please? It has wings- Ooh, and swords!”

“Ok, how about a compromise,” you suggest. “Just add the wings and swords to my suit?”

Apparently, the goddess is happy with that, because large metal wings form down your back, glinting silver in the candlelight. You can feel the handles of swords under them. When you wave an arm, the corresponding wing follows your movements.

“Oh…” you chuckle. “Sam’s gonna be SO jealous.”

Your moment of pure glee gets interrupted when a small white blur flies by, carrying a screaming man along.

“Ah. Glad to see you back, idiots,” you whisper to yourself, preparing to run over to where they fell. Instead, the wings boost you up onto the nearest building.

Taking a moment to balance yourself, you quickly adapt to the feeling of gliding on the metal wings and swoop in in time to kick Harrow’s ugly face before he strikes Marc.

Marc takes you in. The wings, the smirk on your face, the fact that you’re okay. He can’t help but be amazed.

When Harrow tries to strike again, you cross your arms, repelling the blast with the wings.

“Marc, are you-”

You get cut off by a tight hug and a kiss planted on your forehead.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, almost like he doesn't believe it. His hands hold you like you’ll disappear. He barely pauses before pulling you into a kiss, tension leaving his body as he sighs against your lips.

You smile. “I’m alright, it’s okay.”

In a flash, his suit changes, along with his voice.

“Wow, you look amazing. Where’d you get the wings?” Steven asks.

“Hi, Steven,” you chuckle as you turn. Harrow is finally standing up from where you knocked him on his ass, and dozens of his followers have gathered.

Steven perks up. “Hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”

It’s impossible to not grin at his antics. “Alright, let’s see it.”

You both break into a dead sprint, with you using the wings to boost you. The new swords fit perfectly in your hands, becoming deadly as you combine them with your baton training, twirling and twisting the blades as you slash through men.

When you turn around to check on Steven, you see Marc instead.

“It’s good to know you two are getting along now,” you chirp before charging forward, cutting down whoever you need to to get to the man at the center of it all.

You strike Harrow’s staff with both swords, tag-teaming him with Marc. You make a deadly combination. That is, until he slams the staff on the ground and sends you flying,

He holds you down, hand raised above you, before Steven tackles him away, leaving you to catch your breath.

The fight only escalates from there. Marc and Steven switch seamlessly, leaning into each others’ strengths. They fight Harrow to a standstill, holding him back from wrecking the world. Usual superhero stakes.

You, however, are preoccupied. Namely with ripping the doors off of vans and helping civilians.

A purple glow blooms behind you, and you can spot Marc holding back Harrow’s magic as you rush pedestrians away from the area.

Blocking bullets, you dive back into the fight as soon as you clear the area. But you don’t get far.

A stray blast of magic throws you to the ground. Hard. You groan as the tingling, nauseating feeling rushes over you. Your legs are too shaky to get up.

When you fight to raise your head, you see Marc. He took the brunt of the strike, evidenced by the crater he lays in. Harrow is stalking closer, raising his staff above him. When he brings it down, you can see the power leaving Marc’s body.

And you can’t have the first boyfriend (kind of? maybe?) you’ve ever had die before he even takes you out on a date.

The brick you hurl at Harrow hits his knee with careful precision, and he stumbles. With a vicious kick to his ribs, you knock him far enough away to help Marc up.

But it’s not Marc.

His suit may be the same, but the eyes are different. More tired. His posture is guarded, and the way he holds the crescent dagger is more offensive than defensive.

He says nothing as you head into the fray. Whoever he is, it’s the same alter that was on the roof in Cairo, and he’s ruthless.

Steven fights with blunt weapons. Marc fights with knives, but more on the defensive. Whoever this is… He fights like you.

You fight in tandem, whittling down Harrow’s strength until eventually, you break his staff over your knee and whoever’s controlling the body nearly kills him with the force he uses to take him down.

His eyes roll back, and Marc returns.

The fear in his eyes is enough to know that he has no clue what happened. He stands with your help, shakily surveying the area.

“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?”

The other man fronts effortlessly, gripping your arm a bit tighter.

“Not a chance, mate,” he gasps.

“Whoever it was,” you say. “He’s been hiding all this time. And he’s definitely more violent than either of you.”

Far away, Ammit begins dragging an unconscious Khonshu away. You curse under your breath, watching the two giant gods disappear from your sight.

You turn to Marc. “Get Harrow. I know how we can stop Ammit.”

Dragging an unconscious man is easy work for him, and Marc tosses him onto an altar inside the Chamber of the Gods with little regard to further injuring him.

The chamber may be destroyed, but the magic still lingers. It’s residual energy, and takes a while to dissipate, you’ve learned. You’ve stumbled into Wanda’s red swirls and had horrible flashbacks for hours too many times to not learn your lesson.

“If you can imprison a god in a statue, why not a person? The power in this room should help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body.” You glance up to the ceiling. “Taweret? Got a spell for us?”

Instead of losing control of your voice, you can hear her in your mind, merely guiding your actions.

You nod after a few seconds. “Ok. She says to take my hand, and we can start the spell.”

The strange sensation is back, and this time you’re chanting in Egyptian, hardly understanding the words as a lavender glow wraps around the room.

It circles the statues of the gods. For how destroyed the room is, they’re still intact. It completes the loop, leaving Marc’s hand and ending in yours.

A lavender haze streams from the ceiling, funneling into Harrow’s mouth as his eyes snap open.

“You can never contain me,” he says, voice overlapping with Ammit’s. “I’ll never stop.”

Khonshu appears next to you. You’ve grown used to it now, barely reacting.

“Finish it,” he growls. “And leave neither of them alive.

As Marc stands above Harrow, knife at the ready, your stomach twists.

“While he lives, so too does she.”

“I have to finish this,” Marc whispers to himself. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

You furrow your brow. “Marc. You are free. This is your choice.”

Khonshu cuts in. “The choice is vengeance. We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

“Now you sound just like her,” Marc says.

He drops the man on the altar, and your heart swells.

“If you want them dead, do it yourself.” You can’t control the smirk on your face as he stares the god dead in the eye.

Right before he speaks again, he glances at you for reassurance. You nod.

“Now, release us.”

[asvterias]

— 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗌 (𝟤) ➴

part 1

*I made the gifs myself and these gifs are mostly dedicated to Shuri writers for when they run out of shuri gifs.*

Tagging some Shuri writers; @haechvn @killmongerskeeper @creamecafe @shuris-whore @vargskelegore

[amazingmaeve]

miguel diaz fic recommendations!

follow each and everyone of these authors because they take time out of their days to write these AMAZING pieces of work.

also don't forget to like and comment your love about all of these fics because they deserve it

there will also be some of the fics that are on A03. they'll be stated as so, and go and give them their praise as well. hopefully the links work if they don't please message me and ill try to fix it.

also what I interpret as angst, fluff, smut etc is just an opinion doesn't mean you'll that it's the same.

💕 = fluff 🌧️ = angst 💋 = smut ♟️= dark

Fluff

sfw alphabet (@stxrniqlo)

one star motel (@daninotfound)

maybe (marsiguess)

miguel diaz having a crush on you (@gretavanfleetlove)

miguel diaz dating a deaf reader (@creamecafe)

dating (poly) Miguel & Robby (@eddiemunsonsspaghettios)

dating miguel and tory (@eddiemunsonsspaghettios)

baby fever (@duchesstypewriter)

surprise (@miyagihawk)

relationship headcannons (@clarencethemouse)

a lesson in badassery (@daninotfound)

wanting attention (@demetrisflannel)

tulips (@cobrakaisb)

they take you on a valentines date (@cow-smells)

you send them an anonymous love letter (@cow-smells)

calm down (@s1ater)

chicks dig music kid (marsiguess)

Smut 18+

nsfw alphabet (@stxrniqlo)

nsfw alphabet (@cades-outsider)

alone finally ii iii (@eddiemunsonsspaghettios)

hot tub (@eddiemunsonsspaghettios)

let me help (@eddiemunsonsspaghettios)

caught (@strawberri-blonde)

just like that (hamburgerslippers)

Angst with a happy ending

only love can hurt like this (@slysage)

anyone else (@biqherosix)

a great thing (marsiguess)

it is better this way (@readingslumpfanfic)

Dark (fics)

yandere headcannons (@thefieryphoenix)

general yandere headcannons (@berry-loves-yandere)

id kill for you (@noellawrites)

[creamecafe]

OPLA!Sanji Fic Recommendations

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Welcome to my OPLA!Sanji Fic Recommendations! Here are fanfics of Sanji recommended by me if you have trouble finding good ones to read!

Also not to mention, please show love to these amazing writers who take time out of their day and have worked hard to make these amazing pieces by following, reblogging, and liking their posts!

Majority of them will be from Tumblr, but also those highlighted in Orange are from Wattpad and Red from AO3 (Archive of Our Own)

Also feel free to send Sanji fics that you find amazing to read. Send it to my inbox with the link or @ of the author and I'll go check it out to see to add the list!

Fic Recommendations Requirements

Key:

Fluff - 🩷

Angst - 💔

Angst with a happy ending - ❤️‍🩹

Trigger Warning - ⚠️ (Suicide, self harm, etc)

Muffled 🩷 (@mynewblackdress)

Puzzled (@mynewblackdress)

Dazzled (@mynewblackdress)

tart (@honnelander)

strawberry lemonade (@writing-fanics)

The Mermaid and the Cook by

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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

Summary: You can't help but make fun of Hobie for the way he says things differently from London.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

Warnings: none just major fluff

a/n: I high-key low-key hate this but had to write something for my little rebellion Hobie

"Wait wait so you call chips crisps?"

"Yes" Hobie sighed, rolling his eyes.

This wasn't the first time you asked about certain words in England than how it works where you live. It was fascinating how Hobie and you called things and lived differently.

"It makes sense that you call chips crisps because their crispy, but why do you call french fries chips? Their not crispy at all. They got soggy because their soft."

"I don't bloody know, I just have been used to calling that my entire life."

"Well I was raised calling them french fries and I'm gonna stick to that."

"Do you even know they were not made in France, they were made in Belgium? The dominant language of southern Belgium is French, and that's where they got the name from."

"What do you say for popsicle in England?" Holding your laughter and excitement

"Ice lolly."

"And to ask that you would like a popsicle?"

"Could I please get a ice lolly?"

You started laughing after he had said that. His accent was so funny to you

"You sound like a young boy in a school uniform from the 1930s."

"And you sound like a real bully making fun of how I say things." Hobie pretends to be upset but can't help but smile because of how cute you look when you laugh.

"But I know I can't be mad at you love." He rises a bit from the couch and kisses you on the cheek.

You turn your head and kissed him more on the lips. Hobie puts his hand up and cups your face. He then guides you down onto the couch lying you down on your back. Now the kiss was getting more heated.

But you guys had to stop to catch your breath. After Hobie pulled away from the kiss, he just smiled at you.

"Would you like to get McDonald's?"

"Yes I would like to get some chips." You smile stupidly thinking you were funny. You were it's just Hobie didn't appreciate it.

"Haha, real funny."

You chuckle at this and just spend the rest of the night eating McDonald's together still making fun of how he says things from back home London.

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 | 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 | 𝐀��𝟑

[creamecafe]

LORD HAVE MERCY

I just want to say in advance, I apologize the type of person I will be when I see this man in theaters

[creamecafe]

This right here...has to probably the best Miles Morales edit I have ever seen

Source: notagility on TikTok

[creamecafe]

Seeing Mile's mom get mad at him for having a B in Spanish because he's also half Puerto Rican because of her and his dad is shocked while trying not to make her more upset is the most realest thing Marvel has ever put for us that are mixed or have parents who were not born in America.

[creamecafe]

reading <character's name> x reader fanfics even though you haven't seen the show or movie they're are in >>>>>

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Dating Gilbert Blythe Would Include...

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Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x GN!Reader (No pronouns)

Warnings: sfw, fluff, mentions of sexual harassment

Don't forget to like, share, reblog and comment on what you think!

• This boy is head over heels for you

• I mean absolutely whipped

• The day he first saw you he knew that he would want to be yours

• He wakes up early every morning just to go to your house to walk to school together

• The only mornings that he doesn't go to your house if he's sick or if something comes up with Sebastian

• Comforting him when his father dies

• Defends you from bullies and sexual harassment from guys whether walking in town or in school

• "My, my, look here Tommy. This sure is a fine one. Hey lady/gentleman! What's your name?"

"What did you say? Back off they're already taken"

• He'll get into fights for you

• Like a LOT of fights

• Loves holding your hand a lot

• A huge gentlemen

• His father and Sebastian raised him right

• This man opens doors for you, compliments your dress/suit, hair, etc.

• Knows your favorite tea, dessert, fruit, color, book, etc.

• This boy knows everything about you

• When you're not around him, all he does is talk about you and Sebastian is kinda fed up with it but can't help be happy he has someone like you

• "Y/N read this beautiful poem in class. Their voice was just soothing. Oh did I also told you that Y/N is crazy smart? Wait Y/N is..."

"Gilbert, if you say one more thing about Y/N, I might throw my head in the burner."

• They both laugh together

• Everything you could ask for in a guy

• Consent is everything for him

• Is grateful for you in his life and couldn't ask for anything or anybody else

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People sexualizing Miles, Earth 42!Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen are mad weird. Like their teenagers???? You guys have Jessica, Hobie (Hobie is 19/20, Director confirmed), Drew, Liv Octavious, Peter, and Miguel ain't that enough for you? Making smut of teenagers is not ok. Aged Up! I don't care, but when their actual canon age should be something on a list

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Spanish Nicknames other than "Mi Amor" to help you guys writing Miguel O'Hara/Earth 42!Miles Fanfics or any other Latino Character x reader fanfics

Before you read the rest, I want to say there's nothing wrong with using mi amor in your fics writing Miguel O'Hara or Earth 42!Miles. It's just the repetitiveness there is in fanfics. There's so many petnames in Spanish that are so cute for couples to use and sometimes Hispanic/Latino parents use on their kids in. Spanish used gendered terms. Nicknames or adjectives that ends in the letter "o" are meant for Male and adjectives that ends in the letter "a" are meant for female. There are also nicknames in Spanish that can be used for both genders or non-gendered. This one will be Gender-Netural

Don't need at all to tag me for these nicknames. But if you want to, go ahead!

Gender Neutral

Baby = Bebé

Heart = Corazón

My life = Mi vida

My sky = Mi cielo

My sun = Mi sol

Treasure = Tesoro

Pastelito = My little cake

My light = Mi luz

Sugar = Azúcar

Cariño = Sweetheart (I know this ends in the letter "o" but it can be used for both genders!)

Dulce = Sweet

The light of my eyes = La luz de mi ojos

My little love = Amorcito (Can be used for a short!reader or a daughter or son)

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━ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄...

SFW Headcanon

Pairing: Tangerine x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: none just fluff. Mentions of love making but nothing graphic. Skip ahead if your not comfortable 🩷

He's the definition of 'I hate everyone except you'

Acts so tough with everyone expect you

Lemon loves to tease him about it

Spoils you a lot

A lot of his gifts are jewelery or trinkets he steals when killing his targets

"Found this beautiful necklace on one of the targets, thought it would look better on you darling"

Spending a lot of time with Lemon, and Tangerine gets annoyed at this

But he can't be truly annoyed at you or even a little bit mad because he's completely head over heels for you

Would kill anyone if they dare to touch in an inappropriate way or threatened you

Teaches you how to use a gun

Is terrified for anything to happen to you or maybe one of his enemies might find you and use you for bait

But you assure him that you know how to protect yourself and he doesn't need to worry

He knows he can tie his own tie, but he love it when you do it for him. He loves your touch; helping him fix his hair, prep his mustache, fixing his collar, etc.

Won't let you pay for your stuff. It can literally be just a water bottle on a Japanese Bullet Train but he refuses to let you spend a quarter of your money

Has your name imprinted on his card and all his bank account on his phone

Showering together is just a must have for him

You help him clean his wounds when he gets seriously injured coming home

Knows how to do hair. Will braid your hair (if you have medium-long hair) or help trim up your hair to your liking (if you have a pixie cut or just short hair)

Loves to keep himself well groomed. He has a drawer of Japanese skincare products that keeps his face baby smooth. Trims his nails every three weeks (Just so he could please you 🤫)

Doesn't want to admit it but he loves doing face masks with you. Pretends to hate it but we all know he'd be into that

Would get matching nails with you (You with colored acrylic nails/colored nail polish with designs and him with nail polish with designs on them as well)

Is a OCD coded mess. This man wants everything tidy; his work, his home, his bedroom.

"Darling, you know I love you. But you make too much of a mess."

• Loves taking care of you after you guys are done making love. Puts your favorite bath bomb in, rose petals,

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