#warmmeuppapi

[jfksbrainmatter]

personal space heater. 🤍

miguel o’hara x reader

genre : fluff 🧸

summary : you’re cold, miguel warms you up. <3

author note : i wrote this while shivering to death (vv self-indulgent)

wc : 316

you came home late from work in the dead of winter, cursing yourself for picking up extra hours while walking to your bedroom. miguel, your boyfriend, was snoring peacefully in bed, warm and cozy. when you slipped off your uniform you realized just how cold the air around you was. you threw on one of miguel’s t-shirts (that was two sizes too big) and fought against the shivers radiating in your chest. after taking down your hair and washing your face, you rush to crawl into bed next to miguel, feeling his warmth envelope you as his soft snores fill the room.

as you scoot closer to miguel, you feel him stir from the touch of your cold hands on his body, his snores stopped filling the air around you. shit. you huddle close to him, not caring about having woken him up and searching for any kind of warmth as he groans and squirms from the shocking cold of your touch.

“what the hell amor?” miguel grumbly mumbles, voice thick and deliciously raspy with sleep. “sorry m-miggy i’m jus’ so c-cold” you respond in a quivering tone. miguel sighs, rolling on his side and pulling you to press into his chest, your ice cold hands reaching under his shirt making him jump. “hey- watch it….” he says as a warning, not having any real threat behind his words.

“you’re like a damn space heater baby…” you giggle softly as you whisper to him, your whole body shivering as miguel rubs his giant hands over your arms and back to stop them. i mean- his poor baby is cold, he has to help her get warm somehow!! miguel finally wraps his arms around you, kissing your head lazily and sighing.

“go to sleep corazón, you had a long day at work..” he rests his head against yours as you slowly fall asleep in his warm, comfy arms.