#not saying i didn't like miguel but y'all made me think he was gonna go through an epic character arc or smth

[davidalleynethinksfast]

all y'all miguel o'hara thirst posting made me think i would like a lot more than i actually did, so i'm here to say it once and for all: gwen supremacy

[unreliablesnake]

My place (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Summary: Miguel has a thing for his neighbor.

Warnings: brief mention of masturbation (m), reader's wearing a dress.

Note: Y'all, I'm not gonna write smut at work.

After losing the family that had never really been his, Miguel promised himself to focus on work to fix things, to make things right after what he had done. But that wasn't the only thing he promised himself. He also decided to stay away from relationships, keeping up his walls so no one could get too close to him again.

But you…

You were hard to resist. You had moved into the apartment next to his about three months ago, always greeting him with a beaming smile when you met in the hallway. He often thought about letting you closer, inviting you over for coffee or dinner, maybe even making a move on you at one point.

There were times when he touched himself fantasizing about you, believing nothing bad could come out of thinking about you every once in a while, imagining what you would be like when he fucked you senseless. All the sweet sounds that would leave your lips, the whimpers, the moans, his name, all of them sounding like a perfect melody that filled the room. He had a feeling you would be very vocal during sex, and the thought drove him crazy.

“I think this is the point where I need to remind you that this is practically stalking,” Lyla told him one day when he was waiting for you near the building you worked in.

Miguel let out a sigh as he considered her warning. She was right. He had been following you around when he had the time a few times in the past week or so, but he always justified his actions by saying it was to protect you. Just to know you got home safe. It was the right thing to do as Spider-man, right?

“You should go back to the HQ,” the AI spoke up again. He let out an annoyed groan, one to which she replied with a roll of her eyes behind the sunglasses. “Or maybe try to talk to her this time. You know, like a normal human being would probably do.”

“I'll talk to her when the time is right,” he replied.

“And when will that be? You've been neglecting work lately. People are looking for you.”

Miguel looked down at Lyla, his mouth open as he was about to answer. But then he took his time, deciding not to lash out at the one person who was trying to help him. “I'm not neglecting work. If anything, I'm neglecting sleep,” was all he said.

His assistant didn't push the matter any further, but it made him think about what he was doing and he realized what a creep he had been. He should talk to you the next time you meet, telling you how he thought about asking you out, just as Lyla suggested, hoping you wouldn't turn your back on him halfway through his monologue.

To his surprise, though, he received a message while he was working at the HQ. It was from you. He had no idea how you found him, but seeing your number–that he already had from not-so-legal sources–made his heart rate jump. At first he didn't even want to read it, being afraid whatever it was would just avert his thoughts from more important matters for the rest of the night. But in the end it turned out not knowing why you wrote him was much worse, so he opened the message and began to read it.

You: Hi, it's your neighbor from 349. I got your number from the janitor who apparently had it for emergencies. Anyway, I know it's probably weird, but I was wondering if you'd like to join me tomorrow evening to watch a play. I got two tickets at work but have no one to go with.

He had to reread the message a few times to understand that you've just asked him out on a date. Or maybe you were just trying to be friends with him with no other intention. Why did this have to be so confusing? After cursing out loud in Spanish, happy that no one was around apart from Lyla to hear it, he began to think about how to reply. He had to be cool about this.

Miguel: Hey. It sounds nice, I'd gladly join you.

You: Cool. Meet me in the hallway at seven?

Miguel: Sure.

“You'll have to talk to her tomorrow, you know,” Lyla noted as if he hadn't known that.

The next evening couldn't come fast enough. He busied himself with work to make time pass faster, but you were always on his mind, the possibilities of how your encounter would end on repeat in his brain. If he played his cards right, he might have you where he really wished to see you–in his bed.

When he stepped out of his apartment two minutes before seven, you were already there, wearing a gorgeous black dress with high heels that were killing him. The moment you noticed him, your eyes began to shine and your lips curled into a sweet smile, making him wonder how you could be this cheerful all the time.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he said before he could stop himself, but you didn't seem to mind. “I can't say I wasn't surprised when I got your message, though.”

You nodded as you licked your lips nervously. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be weird, I just… I've been planning to chat with you for a while now anyway. Thought tonight could be the chance for that,” you explained.

“I'm glad you invited me. And you're not weird.” Miguel assured you with a smile. “I've been thinking about talking to you, too, I just wasn't sure you would be interested.”

“I am.”

You fell silent, but just when he was about to break the silence and ask you if you were ready to go, you launched forward and pulled his head down to kiss him. It was a messy, hungry kiss, and he was sure he would devour you if you weren't careful enough. But you didn't seem scared, not even when you felt his fangs tear into your bottom lip.

When he pulled away for a moment to breathe, admiring your puffy lips and the way you were looking up at him through your lashes, he realized that you didn't want to go anywhere. You had your finger hooked under his belt, and you were pulling him towards your door at a painfully slow pace.

“I don't know about you, but I'm not even that interested in that play,” you whispered quietly.

Miguel kissed you again, this time not holding back when he pushed your back against the wall. “My place,” he growled against your lips, and you were quick to nod in response. “Good girl.”

[chiarrara]

✨💞controversial jjk character ranking tier list💞✨

got some hot takes in this one that some of y'all are not gonna like... 👀 breakdowns below the cut

1. i, personally, am insane about them:

megumi fushiguro, suguru geto, shoko ieri, kittycunt choso, junpei yoshino, yuuta okkotsu

2. best boy / best girl / loml sweet baby angel 💕🫰🏽✨:

yuuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, nanamin, aoi todo, higuruma, makin zenin, toge inumaki, yuki tsukumo, ijichi, miguel odoul, kirara hoshi, jogo, kusakabe, nitta, takaba, tall idol takada, tsumiki fushiguro, utahime iori, that sumo guy & that other guy with the sumo guy (i think)

this is a packed category. itadori & kugisaki are right on the cusp of "insane about them" and "love them a lot a lot a lot" ... tsumiki should be ranked a little higher. mimiko and nanako were not included in this template, but they would go here.

3. good, in a literary sense:

satoru gojo, eso, mahito, naoya zenin, that guy megumi fought, toji fushiguro, mahoraga

so uh......toji should be higher. so should mahoraga. that's all i have to say 🙂

4. ...fine:

ino, kinji hakari, useless miwa, hanami, mai zenin, principal yaga, twink from shibuya (haruta??? apparently?), kashimo, uraume, sparky sparky boom man, that guy who throws his teeth, kechizu

this is a category for characters I have a net "meh" reaction to. some of them would be in lower tiers if I didn't like their character design.

5. induces a complicated, quiet rage in me. so incredibly infuriating, yet also boring. meant to be sympathetic, yet i have no sympathy. i will not judge you for how you dealt with insurmountable adversity, but i do not like you:

mechamaru, ui ui

this category was created specifically for mechamaru. threw ui ui in here too bc why tf not, he fits (most) of the criteria.

6. don't care:

panda, hana/angel, noritoshi kamo (the younger), anime alcoholic zenin what's his name, dagon, nishimiya, principal gakuganji, plane hair girl, sky girl (ume? uro?)

listen..... don't shoot me. in canon....they are boring to me. i don't care about them. i don't care about their backstories, I don't care about their motivations. they are literally taking up space on my page/screen that could be dedicated to someone i give a fuck about. two of them made it out of the bottom tier by being hot.

7. i want to dip them in acid, coat them in pop rocks, then dip them in lava repeatedly:

kenjaku, sukuna, tengen

...I think this is pretty self explanatory

8. literally so irrelevant i don't even know who you are:

i could not list these names if i tried

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mei mei was also not on this list. would probably warrant her own category ala mechamaru. something like: "girl, you are so complicated, and not in a good way" or "a very confusing mix of mindless attraction and disgust-fueled repulsion is waging war in my body and I don't know which side will win" or "i would pay 10,000,000¥ for you to go away... and/or step on me? + calling child services for your brother"

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✨beloved mutuals & non-beloved strangers, feel free to yell at me about this in my ask box 💕🫰🏽✨

[xxaraaq]

𝘼 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮

Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Synopsis | Hobie Brown has listened to you play three times, each time, he falls harder in love

wc | 1342

a/n: I'm simply obsessed with hobie Brown, like he's so fine. But anyways, here y'all go. I also tried new borders and adding synopsis and stuff and honestly I like it, don't know why I didn't do it sooner.

The first time he heard you play was an accident.

Like usual, he had come by your place after dealing with his spiderman duties, or ‘problems the British government are too weak to fix’ as he would say to you time and time again. You had been practicing for an upcoming recital and you had been struggling with the end of it, always gliding your bow too rough or vice-versa. You were so immersed into what you were doing that he couldn’t interrupt, so instead, he sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish.

“Ok, I basically got it do-” you jump, screaming in fear as you turn around to see hobie with a smile on his face, chin in hand. “What the hell hobes’, why’re you just sittin’ there like a creep?!” and he smiles even more, getting up to hold you. “Why’ve you never told me you could play like that?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I have, you’ve just never heard me play before.” You smile, putting your violin back in its case. “You're lying straight through your teeth, you know that?” He jokes, walking around your room as if examining it.

He was half right. You didn’t tell him that you played the violin, but what you did tell him is that you played an instrument, so he can't be mad at that. Besides, if he wanted to hear you play, he could've asked at any time of day and you would've done it.

“Okay okay, you're right. But now you know, so you gonna stand there sulkin’ like a baby or are you gonna come over here and lay with me?” You ask, patting the empty side of your bed. “You know how to change the topic of conversation a little to well for my likin’, you know that?” He says, laying next to you, pulling you onto his chest. 

“Yes, now stop bein a little baby so we can watch that show you were buggin’ me about.”

The second time he heard you play, you were on stage.

You had bought him a ticket to the concert hall where you would be performing. He could tell that you were excited to play, which is why he made sure to tell Miguel that he wouldn't be available today.

He walks in, confused as to where to go. So he goes to the closest person he thinks works there; a receptionist behind the desk. “Where do I go to find… auditorium seven?” With a pointed finger to the left, he says thank you and walks off, ticket in hand.

He goes up to row fourteen, picking out his seat from dozens. Sitting down with a deep sigh, he plays with the ribbed scrunchie you had given him months ago. He waits in silence for the recital to start, fatigue almost taking him. 

His attention is caught once the lights dim down from everywhere besides the middle of the stage. The pianists go first, and he enjoys it, but it doesn’t really catch his attention. His knee shakes out of suspense as the stage closes for what could've been the twentieth time. The violinists go next, and he gets excited, sitting up straighter in his chair. You told him that you would be the fifth to last one to play, but you didn’t tell him how many people would be playing. So here he was, waiting to see when you would come out from the side of the stage in all your beauty. 

The seventh person goes, and now he’s just straight bored. Now don’t get him wrong, he fucked with classical music, he thought it was cool, but he wasn’t all that interested it if it wasn’t you. So when you came out, he was all the more happier. 

The audiences’ volume lowered once again, and you put your bow unto the strings. He leaned forward, as if to get closer to you; then you started playing. He didn’t know if it was the fact that he was in love with you, or if he knew that you being on stage meant that this entire was close to being over, but it was as if you and him were the only ones who existed. He could see the passion you had inside of you from the way you played, and it brought a smile onto his features. You had a certain expression on your face that he could only read as a love only you could understand.

When it was all over, you found him through the thick crowd and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Did you see me hobes’?” You ask, taking his hand in yours. “No, I fell asleep. Sorry love.” He deadpans, struggling to hold back a grin as he watches your face drop. “Your fuckin joking babe. Don't do that to me!” You whine, playfully punching him in the arm as he almost doubles over in laughter. “I'm so sorry love, I had to do it.” He sighs, wiping a tear from his eye “Don't get slapped.” You whisper as the two of you walk out onto the crowded street. “What was that?” He teases, bending down to hear you better. “I'm gonna hit you in a second.” You say, pushing his head from yours. 

The third time he hears you play, he knows he’s gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

He was making dinner, a simple dish of spaghetti and garlic bread, while you were on the couch watching something that you’ve surely already watched a million times before. He was checking to see if the bread was ready when all of a sudden you gasp loudly, causing him to almost burn himself against the top of the oven. “Shit- what the yell y/n, you good?”

You don’t answer, instead running to your now shared room to get your violin. Curious to see what you're doing, he follows after you. “What idea has your frightening brain come up with that you screamed like a dying banshee?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. “Hobes, you're about to see me flex on something that I’ve been able to do since I was fourteen.” You smile, running back to the living room. “ This should be interesting.”

You unpause the movie, placing the violin under your chin as you get ready to play. The scene unfolding before Hobie Brown is… a spectacle to say the least. You’re currently playing the violin version of the scene from the end of Sister Act 2. The fact that you took the time to learn this more than five years ago is wild to him. But it’s what makes him fall in love with you all the more. You finish, turning to him with a smile that could rival the sun. “Why did you take time out of your life to learn that specific part of the movie, and why did you do it so well?” He asks, confusion written all over his face. “I used to hyperfixate on things for like months a time, and this was one of them.” You say, big smile still painted on your face

“Was the hyperfixation the movie itself, or was it learning songs from movies on the violin?” “It was both, but you can’t lie; both Sister Act movies were nothing but fire.” You say, walking up to him, violin long discarded.

“Sure love, whatever you say.” He takes your hips in his grasp, gently pulling you against him. “What, you don’t think so?” You ask, pressing kisses onto his entire face, effectively making him laugh. “Yes, I do think that both Sister Act movies are good, great even.” He chuckles, pressing one kiss on the side of your forehead. “You know you love me and all of my unusual interests.’ You smirk, walking into the kitchen. “Do I, do I really?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yeah, he’s never letting you go, you sound to sweet to him.

-Nene

[demonsfate]

This is kind of a Hot Take, but I don't care about Miguel, and I don't get why people (mainly on the tek subreddit) are fascinated by the idea of Miguel showing up to beat Jin. I stumbled upon ANOTHER post about this yesterday and saw people saying that they would love to see Miguel face the "villain turned messiah", as opposed to the other characters that supported Jin. Which is funny, because I don't think Miguel would last a fight against Jin in his current canon state. Also, this is a result of the horrible writing on 6 so not addressing the whole thing with Miguel's sister is mainly on the writers. Don't get me wrong, I think it's fine if there's a character that is against Jin and still can't forgive him. Tek8 didn't do a good job on addressing the issues 6 left behind, (it was an "Okay" job tbh but anyway, I take it). Still can't help but think the "Miguel should come back to murder Jin now that he's happy" crowd is mostly made of Anti-Jin than Miguel stans

I'm always conflicted with Miguel lmao. The thing is... I do like his design a lot. In fact, outta all the Tek6 characters, he may have the best design. He's the one that I could see being in like the older games (Tek4 or older) than I did the other Tek6 designs. And I seem to have a thing to hot - headed characters lol. But like... obvs the main problem with him is his story. LIKE. It's hard to like a character whose story is perhaps the biggest insult to your favorite character.

I'm sorry, but other than Tek6 itself, Miguel's existence is the biggest insult to Jin's character. Like the whole purpose of Jin's character is that he was indeed the first Good Mishima (sorry fans who actually fell for the "ALL Mishimas are bad!! That's the point!!" Y'all just fell for the lazy and obviously inaccurate excuse they made to justify his sudden turn in Tek6.) Kazuya was created to be the anti-Ryu, to be an unconventional protagonist for a fighting game 'cos that hadn't happened yet. But after Kazuya was done with being the protagonist, they went on to give us one that was actually good, therefore to be different from Kazuya. They even said the point of Jin was that he was supposed to be Kazuya's OPPOSITE. A possibility of what Kazuya might've been had he been raised by somebody who loved him. The Tekken 4 endings even hammered in the idea that Jin woiuld never be like Kazuya and Heihachi. Because every one of the trio's endings were all set during the same time (Jin's kidnapping in Hon-Maru), however - both Heihachi and Kazuya would've ended with them killing everyone. It's only Jin's ending where nobody dies. This is because Jin will always be a better person than them. Anyway, my point I'm gonna make is that Tekken 6 ruined everything that Jin was supposed to be. And Miguel is, perhaps, one of the biggest insults by being a victim of Jin. Jin lost his family to a monster, in Miguel's story - Jin is the monster who took Miguel's family member. That is fucked up, and no, it's not poetic nor clever. It just further destroys Jin's character and everything that was good about him. Jin should've NEVER hurt anyone else in the way he's been hurt.

And yeah... I mean, Jin has defeated Gods, he's defeated Heihachi and Kazuya (defeating Kazuya TWICE now). Miguel... hasn't really reached any of those feats, and plus... there's nothing really special about Miguel. (He's no Mishima, he's no Kazama, he's no devil gene carrier). And like, people are just talking as if Miguel would ONLY be going against Jin alone somehow???? As if... y'know, Lars, Lee, Alisa, Leo, Eddy, Xiaoyu, or many of the OTHER allies would let that shit fly. If some RANDOM GUY tried to kill Jin, they're not.... they're not gonna let it happen lmao, they're gonna stop it. Like sorry, but with Jin having accomplished these incredible feats, and has a ton of powerful friends, I don't see how Miguel can even be seen as much of a threat lol.

Imo, Tekken 8 did a horrific job at addressing Tekken 6. They didn't even inform the player as to why Jin did the War in the first place (which was for complicated reasons, but supposedly "good" ones). They just had characters say "YOU KILLED THOUSANDS" and then Jin says "shut up!!! I feel bad about it so that's something!!!" And like... who's to say that Miguel would even hate Jin if he were in Tekken 8? I mean, think about it. In Tekken 7, Lars wanted to kill Jin. He only stopped the Narrator from brutally killing Jin with a screwdriver simply because they needed Jin, and that's it. Yet suddenly in TK8, Lars is pals with Jin, and might as well be his cheerleader. The thought of what Jin did to Alisa was enough to bring her to tears in TK7, yet in TK8... she's also buddies with him, now holding his hands and everything. Eddy acted like he wanted to oppose Jin in his TK6 ending, yet... that was retconned to have him be mad at G-Corp / Kazuya instead??? Hell, Lee KILLS Jin in his TK6 and Tag 2 endings!!!! Although they've never canonically interacted prior, Lee still hated Jin in the noncanon moments. Like I get they needed Jin, but them being buddies with him was never properly addressed either and just came from nowhere. So, who's the say they wouldn't do something similar with Miguel???? Like, Eddy, he suddenly decides to drop the Revenge Plot off screen because uhhh revenge darkens the soul and isn't worth it man!!!!

Honestly yeah. Jin seems to have a lot of haters. I mean, Hell, it's hard to even look at Jin posts without seeing someone hating him or joking about him being a war criminal. It's been a while since I used Reddit last but MY GOD, before TK8 came out, there were a PLETHORA of people who were saying Kazuya should be the True Good Guy, that Kazuya is in the right, that Kazuya has never done anything wrong, that they hope Jin is revealed to be the main bad guy and is killed by Kazuya in the end. And like, this isn't an opinion of only a few ppl. After the demo came out, there was legit a post that said Kazuya is only a bad guy because he has the devil gene that Jin hates and that post had almost 100 upvotes!!!! With people agreeing!!! Completely ignoring EVERYTHING Kazuya has done. Like I made a post in my drafts but deleted it 'cos I thought it sounded too emotional, but it was me pretty much saying that people hate Jin for things they praise other characters for. Or the things they hate him for, they ignore the same in other characters. (Seriously, what makes Kazuya worthy of redemption but not Jin?) It really does feel like that. I understand some people may find Jin boring due to his stoicism, or may be critical of him due to his inconsistent writing (and character assassination) but I wish people would just be frank about that instead of hating him for every small thing. So yeah, I do believe that a lot of the "we wanna see Jin get beaten to death by Miguel" crowd really are just Jin haters. They get fucking wild at times. It's quite exhausting.

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

OXYTOCIN : 001 (cancelled)

— in which, miguel wants y/n to have fun, get some oxytocin (possibly a fic).

— before you read, this post will use "y/n" to refer to you, 2nd pov, sorry for some inaccuracies i dont live in the us or how prices work there.

you hadn't remembered the time you felt alive every moment feels like a boring dream. you were living in a weird town- with karate freaks and stuck up creepy men. you say karate freaks because you were old friends with tory nichols, tory nichols is part of the freaks. she went berserk on her boyfriend's ex, and for what? kissing the guy. this whole karate rivalry thing has made you annoyed, at first you thought the worst thing that could happen to you is everyday feeling like a schedule because of school. school makes life boring. but when the rivalry came you didn't know what you hated more. the bore or the stupid rivalry that put your friend at risk. you tried doing karate but it wasn't your style, you also tried miyagi-do but y'know you got lazy. and well here you are, at a conviniece store.

"how much for the beer?" right in front of you stood kyler, a well known bully. you were sitting behind the counter, nose stuck in a book. you dropped your book to the counter and raised an eyebrow, "you know damn well you're not legal for it?" you scoff. kyler frowned, "what you say?"

"i said you're not even legal for it, i know you from school." you repeat this time with more attitude, 'asshole' almost slipping out of your mouth. then a blonde woman appeared behind him "hey cut us off some slack, y/n" tory reasons before kyler could pounce on you.

"whatever, its $17." kyler wasn't too happy about it, "what the fuck? you taking advantage of me or something?" he argued, "inflation happens, brawns with no brains. now give it or no beer for you."

kyler glares at you as he slaps the money down on the counter, you counted it and nod off to them. "just get out of here before one of y'all's next victims walk through the door and trash the place." you say eyeing tory as the pair walked out.

you sat back down on your chair, "they're gone now." you say with a yawn as you grabbed your pocket book and got back to reading. "i wasn't scared of them y'know?" he told you as he gets out of the storage closet from behind you. "do i look like i care? i don't want you to start a fight inside a store. i'll get fired." you mutter.

"hawk is having a party at the beach after school tomorrow. wanna come?" he asks you. miguel squats down to you on the floor. "no thanks, having an ample amount of time to read rather than going to the beach."

"you just said you loved the beach."

"i hate parties."

miguel sighs, "you're scared aren't you?" you frown at his assumption, "i'm just avoiding trouble, unlike you and those snakes next door love to think with yall's fists." you say to him, facing him this time as you place your book on the desk. "please?" miguel pleads "i want you there, besides its gonna be fun!" he says. "i want you to let loose"

you hated that statement, you hated that with every fiber of your being. people can't seem to get over the stereotype of teenagers of going out and partying while you like where you are right now, working a job, reading books, analyzing films- what was there not to like? if miguel was one of your family members you would've dashed into your room and plot pointless revenge for hours.

but he wasn't, he looked sincere. "i want you to have fun, get you some oxytocin." you laugh aloud "what a nerd." miguel's jaw drops, "you know that word?" he asks as you nodded, "the feel-good hormone, different from serotonin on many levels." you say knowledgeably.

"look, just think about it. alright? i don't want to force you." miguel reassures you, patting your shoulder as he leaves the convenience store "see you at school!"