#yuhyuh

[pettydollie]

penelope

word count: 444 pairing: jess mariano and gilmore reader

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you, rory, and lorelai stumbled into luke’s very loudly. few heads turned despite this being the norm every morning. the ruckus you all caused wasn't ignored, just accepted. “ow, mom, you stepped on my foot!” rory whined. “ooh sorry” lorelai winced.

“go order, n/n.” lorelai shoved. you stuck out your tongue as the girls sat down. you saw jess was behind the register this morning instead of luke. he was reading (obviously) and looked up once he heard you guys enter.

“ooh, ror, look at that boy at the register. doesn’t he look divine?” you swooned in a light british accent. rory nodded, chuckling. “go talk to him penelope, darling. perhaps he’s interested in you.” lorelai mimicked your accent and threw a napkin at you. 

you giggled and strutted to the register where jess was smirking slightly while still reading his book. you turned your head to the side and raised a brow, waiting for him to acknowledge you. he looked up and closed his book.

“what can i get for you?” he asked, grabbing his notepad. you leaned against the counter. “i’ll need a menu sweetheart, i’m new at this joint.” you responded, pretending to look at your nails boredly. he chuckled briefly and rolled his eyes before handing you a menu.

after looking for a split second, you began to order. “i’ll have the cheese fries, but hold the cheese please.” you smiled sweetly. “so just fries.” jess said, more a statement rather than a question. “i suppose so.” you rolled your eyes dramatically. jess grinned at your antics. “anything else?”

“oh no darling, i’m on a diet. i’ve got to stay pretty for the gentlemen. you never know when the one will show up.” you winked. he leaned closer to you. “i’m sure ‘the one’ wouldn’t mind what was on your palette.” he kissed your cheek and handed the notepad to caesar. 

he turned back to you. “how’s your day been penelope?” he genuinely questioned. “not bad so far. of all the men i’ve seen before, and believe me i’ve seen a lot, i think you are the prettiest.” you complimented. watching jess get all flustered and start squirming was something you loved to watch. 

“come over when school’s over?” he asked, holding your hand and playing with your fingers. you shrugged. “i suppose i could clear my schedule.” he nodded, giving you a kiss to which you happily returned. 

“now i sashay away.” you giggled, sashaying to your family as jess watched with hearts in his eyes. lorelai covered her mouth, pretending to be curious. 

“does he like you?”

“hmph, i think so. i believe he’s just a little shy.”

[estell0]

Raphael kinda mad

[defectivevillain]

stardom

pairings (can be read as platonic or romantic): Present Mic/reader, Mirko/Reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

check out the other parts of this idol au! [part 1 / part 2]

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

cw: migraines/headaches, dizziness

On some days, Yamada can be a handful. Of course, he’s extremely easy to work with and even easier to be around. Even so, his never-ending supply of energy can grate on your nerves sometimes. His voice is rather loud and on the days when you’re plagued with migraines or bad headaches, you begin to regret taking your position as his manager. 

You wake up one morning before work feeling remarkably shitty. Typically, your headaches will build as the day goes on. Today, however, you have a headache the moment you wake up. It throws you off a little, and your morning routine is significantly more clumsy than usual. When you finally make it to the company building and pass through security, you’re exhausted. Times like these make you wish Yamada’s offices were on a lower floor. As the elevator rises, you put a hand on the railing and close your eyes. Unsurprisingly, colors swirl across your eyes and your ears ring. The elevator dings a moment later and you break out of your reverie, making your way to your office with significantly less speed.

For a little while, you’re fine with answering emails and phone calls. However, the fluorescent lighting of your laptop screen soon begins to sear into your vision and make your head ache even worse. Even so, you push through. You have to push through. You can't go home, can’t call sick. You need to prove that you’re competent. Thus, you push through your pounding headache, your trembling hands, and the uneasy feeling eating away at your chest. 

You don’t realize how much of a mistake that is until it’s too late. You’re returning from dropping off some paperwork on one of the lower floors when you feel a sudden spurt of vertigo. You weakly grasp for the railing in the elevator, your stomach lurching as the elevator ascends higher. When it finally stops, you stumble out and manage to make it to the hallway. Unfortunately, your dizziness only seems to increase. You pinch the bridge of your nose, wincing as pain courses through your face, your teeth, and practically everywhere. 

Just as you're about to give up and let your knees crumple from under you, there’s a hand on your forearm and another on your waist. Yamada is at your side, asking you questions in a warped voice. Well, you’re sure his voice is fine, but it sounds garbled in your ears. You weakly put an arm around his shoulders and he leads you down the hall. 

“Here, sit down,” the idol says, guides you to his office and onto a couch in front of his desk. You follow along pliantly, namely because you’re too dizzy to argue. Even so, the moment you sit down and see him hovering over you, you quickly feel guilty. 

“Yamada...” You break off, shaking your head slowly. The movement makes your vision blur, so you quickly stop and look at Yamada. To your surprise, the idol is staring at you with a concerned expression. There’s a pulsing feeling in your temple and the world around you is fluctuating from fuzzy grains to sharpened lines and back again. “I’ll be fine.” You must not look very good, because the idol doesn’t look the least bit convinced. 

“Considering the amount of times you’ve taken care of me...” Yamada breaks off, an unreadable expression on his face. Well, you’re not quite sure you’d be able to pin down his expression, even without your blurry vision. He snaps his fingers and points to you. “I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” You can't help but huff out a weak laugh at that. Unfortunately, the motion certainly doesn’t help your headache. Yamada frowns and walks away, returning a few moments later with a glass of water and pills in his hand. You don't bother to argue, instead grabbing the water and downing the pills. 

“Thanks,” you murmur, trying to push yourself up off the couch. Yamada quickly pushes you back down- which can’t be hard, what with your weakened strength- and places his hands on your shoulders. 

“You should rest,” Yamada says. It's less of a suggestion and more of an order. You swallow hard and push yourself forward a little, allowing your head to fall back to the decorative pillow behind you. You want to argue, but shadows are creeping along the walls of the room and darkness is threatening to overtake your vision. Within a few moments, your eyes are closing and you’re falling asleep.  

Usagiyama Rumi (Mirko)

You can't help but envy Mirko- Rumi, she tells you to call her- sometimes. The idol is incredibly determined and hardworking. She puts 110% into everything she does. Watching her perfect her craft- whether it be through practicing choreography, working on songs, or anything else- always makes your heart race. Rumi has cultivated a huge fanbase over the years, and you know that she deserves every single ounce of the attention she receives. However, not everyone shares that belief. You realize this during one of her interviews with a few talk show hosts. 

Rumi is scheduled to appear on a popular late-night talk show in a few hours. Rumi, various staff members, and you have all made the trek downtown and to the television studio. It’s a rather time-consuming process, as you all are currently waiting in the studio several hours before the show is set to begin. Mirko is busy with the makeup and hair teams, while you and a few of your coworkers are ironing out any last-minute details. Rumi then has a practice rehearsal on the stage. 

Finally, after what seems like far too long, it’s time for Rumi’s live appearance. You watch with baited breath as she’s called to the stage and shakes hands with the hosts. Things go swimmingly for the first few minutes, and you can’t help but feel that your nerves from earlier were for nothing. 

Of course, that’s when it all goes to shit. The hosts proceed to ask rather insensitive questions. Mirko handles them with ease. Even so, you notice the minute twitch of her eyes or the subtle fidgeting of her fingers. The hosts seem to be entirely unaware of her discomfort, as they continue to lob wild accusations at her for no reason. Thankfully, the time for her performance approaches and she’s singing within a few minutes. After her performance, the hosts transition to the next guest and Rumi is done for the day. 

You walk back to Rumi’s dressing room and wait for her makeup and hair teams to remove any of the uncomfortable pieces she’s wearing. Mirko often requests that they remove all her makeup, which is somehow controversial for an idol to do. You can’t help but think she looks just as stunning without any makeup, but you keep that to yourself. When Rumi is finished up, she nods at you and the two of you exit the room and walk through the studio. Your coworkers will meet you back at the building, since there are multiple cars waiting for you outside. 

“That was insane,” you remark furiously, once the two of you are safely out of earshot from anyone. Rumi bites her lip and looks ahead, the only external sign of her troubles. Her distress quickly fades and she plasters a smile on her face.

“Hey, it's fine,” Rumi says, waving your concerns off. You raise an eyebrow at her and, for a few moments, the two of you walk in silence. You’re trying to filter your thoughts, but clearly you’re not doing a very good job, because you're soon blurting out exactly what you think. 

“They can’t just dismiss you like that,” you continue, clenching your fists at your sides. “Like, seriously, what the hell?! You’ve worked so hard. How dare they?”

“Well-”

“And, hey, they didn’t say those types of things to any of the others!” You can’t stop the words coming out of your mouth anymore. The verbal filter in your mind has completely disintegrated. “They were super nice to the other idols. They didn’t say any of those things to Haru and, hell, he’s super lazy! He does practically nothing all day and I can vouch for that, since I worked for him for a little bit.” You sigh and cross your arms over your chest. You’re about to continue speaking when there’s a sudden hand on your shoulder. 

“Sweetheart,” Rumi cuts you off. You promptly shut your mouth. She looks at you with an exasperated smile. Surely, you’re imagining the fondness in that expression. “It’s okay. It’s happened before, unfortunately.”

“That’s such- such bullshit,” you stammer, anger still brewing in your chest. Admittedly, you're unsure why this is getting you so heated. Then, you think back to all the times you’ve seen Rumi practicing tirelessly in the dance studio, humming to herself during breaks, listening and watching her performances again... Suddenly, you think your anger is justified. 

“I’ve gotten used to those kinds of comments,” Rumi answers, which doesn’t exactly make you feel any better. 

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it.” You frown. 

“But, you know what?” Rumi asks, her gaze intense as she looks at you. “Not everyone is like them. Some people don’t bother to get to know me and, hell, that’s fine. No point in wasting time on them.”

The people that count know how much work I put in. My fans know that I put a lot of effort into producing my music. And... that’s all that matters. Haters, naysayers, and ignorant assholes won’t go away. Even so, knowing that people like you recognize my efforts... It’s more than enough for me.”

At that, Rumi leans to the side and wraps her muscular arm around your shoulders. You subconsciously lean closer. Thankfully, you’re under the cover of night, so you’e not worried about anyone seeing either of you. As you walk to the car, you can’t help but notice the appreciative smile on Rumi’s face. You’re glad you stood up for her, even if your efforts were a bit too late. 

thanks for reading! if you liked this, consider checking out the other parts of this idol au! 

part 1: monoma, shigaraki, shinsou

part 2: bakugo, kirishima, todoroki

For the majority of these snippets, I’ve concentrated on the reader comforting/being there for the idol. However, I decided to flip the script in the snippet with Yamada. I think it works out well. 

I’ve never quite had an opinion on Mirko one way or the other... Then this snippet happened and now I’m down bad y’all 😭😭 she's so cool. 

[devilscherubs]

[markdelonge]

i fell into a rabbit hole of reading johnny knoxville fics and now im very tempted to add the whole jackass crew to the people i write for list thingy

[settriigh]

have this as inactivity compensation!!

[crocycries4u]

@cryingforcrocodiles' backup incase of tomfoolery.

[inkisionary]

{ Starter call }

[strange-tiddieings]

“didju get me my wraps, kelzyr?“ 

kelzyr; 

gasp noise choking noise

[itscoah]

ᵏⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ'ˢ ᵒᵃᵗʰ

[mozki]

me and hatsune miku (^:

like she said, we dont need u...:^P

blues clues, like who's who? im a cavity, shes a sweet tooth ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ

[pettydollie]

ABOUT ME :D

HI so my name is liyah (pronounced lee-yuh not lie-yuh), im 19, and i grew up in brooklyn nyc hehe

i moved to kissimmee florida last year after i graduated hs, but i visit my family n stuff for holidays and such :)

i need some good anime recs but i just finished kimi ni todoke and lemme just say, season 2 had me stressing tf out. i started crying from how frustrated they both made me.

my fav color is pink if u couldnt tell, i love gilmore girls (i was born the same year as the first season how ironic), full house, fresh prince, family matters, little women, euphoria (idc the drama has me hooked), studio ghibli movies, etc etc

im the youngest child so that immediately makes me the best, i had daddy issues for a while, im a virgin (LMAO), i have an amazing sense of humor imo, i love british people, sanrio>>, monster high girlie, i want a puppy, ive only had 1 bf my entire life and that lasted like 3 months.., im bi, im not very religious, i luv disney, ive never been to any of the disney parks tho bc im broke af, i like to color, i love music- OMG MUSIC LEMME TELL U

MELANIE MARTINEZ IS MY LIFE, ARI MY QUEEN, im actually kinda sorta getting into taylor swift, tyler the creator, tv girl (but idk anymore bc theres stuff happening with them?? idk i didnt look up the details), pinkpantheress, lana del rey, nicki minaj, sza, rihanna, sorta olivia rodrigo, & sabrina carpenter

[kissitbttr]

Hi lovely! Your cake tasting fic was literally immaculate. I was just thinking about how r and miguel met, and how cute it would be to see a blurb where he gets all flustered when he sees her for the first time? You are amazing! Xoxo

sending u lots and lots of kisses MWAH MWAH thank u baby😚😚😚 anyHOWWWW i’m so glad someone asked for this! I’ve been waiting for it TEEHEE! now i did mention a little bit on the cake testing fic how they first met, sooo i might just have to expand from there yuhyuh!

this turned out a bit onger than i expected lol but I hope you'd enjoy it regardless!

miguel masterlist

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miguel meeting his wife for the first time

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“the laboratory is 80% damaged, miguel. we need to get it fixed or else we can no longer continue our work.”

miguel sighs deeply, pinching his eyebrows with his index finger and thumb. the ungodly amount of research papers stacked neatly in the corner of his working desk, along with bunch of scrunched papers on top.

“jessica, no ahora”

she rolls her eyes at his stubbornness, arms crossed over her chest. his eyes glued on the monitor, framed glasses perched on the bridge of his thick nose bone

“you need a break.”

“I don’t” he disagrees. if anything, he needs to put on more hours of work. “i can’t leave before everything is done. we’ll get it fixed next week.”

“that’s what you said last week, miguel” jessica points out, eyes scanning around the room. “look at this mess! the HQ haven’t got fixed in months! if you want this building to be safely secured and leave no casualties in the future, you have to do what i say.”

again, miguel disagrees. shaking his head without looking up. “and i said, no.”

but jessica refuses to be told like that, shrugging her shoulders like it’s nothing. “well too bad, because i already found someone who’s willing to work on it and you’re meeting them”

that seems to catch his attention, his pen dropping off between his finger as his head whips towards jessica’s direction.

“you—what?!”

“i’m not going to be responsible for many injured people in the future. not when we have too much enemies coming to bite our asses so i suggest you get down from there and come here”

miguel has a temper. a very short one, and it’s not easy to control it when he’s surrounded by people who’s trying to tell him what to do. it’s supposed to be the other way around.

but miguel has no energy to fight back, so instead of telling her to fuck off, he just nods his head.

“alright fine” an upset mutter falls from his lips before he makes his way down the stairs. hands on his hips. “where is he?”

jessica scoffs, “why do you always assume everyone is a he?” she chuckles lightly at miguel’s quirk eyebrow. “you can come in now, ms. y/l/n”

the sound of his office door clicks after that, and miguel seems to be less than impressed because he has no energy in him to talk to people other than himself,

yet, his jaw drops instantly soon as he sees the person who walks through it,

a woman—a very gorgeous one—who looks like to be in her mid twenties makes an entrance as her heels click against the marble floor, carrying what seems to be a tablet and folders. she’s dressed in a grey long tight fitting dress that falls down to her ankles with a cropped beige colored cardigan completing the whole look as an outer, leaving only the left shoulder exposed. a smile appears on her face as she fixes the frame of her black reading glasses.

miguel has never seen a more beautiful woman than the one he’s staring at right now,

“ms. y/l/n, this is miguel o’hara. the head of Alchemax and leader of Spider Society.” jessica smirks at the way miguel is gaping right now, as he makes no intention in hiding it away.

guess, her 70% of her plan is slowly working.

“ugh! come on, jessica you’ve known me long enough to stop saying my last name” she giggles, “mr. o’hara. my name is y/n. it is very nice to meet you. jessica had told me many things about you. i am so impressed with everything you had done”

‘fuck, even her voice is pretty’ he thinks

he regains his composure, clearing his throat before taking off his glasses. “thank you, y/n. you and jessica are close?”

with a nod, she responds, “we go way back. haven’t been off each other’s arms for a long time. hard to keep me away from this woman”

so jessica had been hiding her away from him? that’s rude.

“oh hush. always with the sweet talk” jessica waves her off with a smile. “miguel, y/n has plans on remodeling the hq for us. i’ve told her about what needs to be done and so forth. she has already inspected the lab, cafetería, training rooms. this smart woman right here came with conclusions in just five minutes.”

a blush creeping into y/n’s cheeks, shyly tucking a loose hair behind her ear which makes miguel’s heart warms at the sight,

“i’ve seen her work and i wouldn’t just bring anyone when it comes to our matter. she’s the perfect person for this. now since i have so many things to catch up on, i hope it’s okay for me to leave you two and have her explain it all—“

“yes” miguel replies a bit too quickly, causing the two women to raise their eyebrows. this makes him slightly bit embarrassed at how eager he might have come off. “i mean-yeah, of course. it’s not like i was doing anything. have a bit of a time off.”

“i though you said—“

“that’s enough jessica. thank you” he nods at her, shooting her a tight smile. “i would love to hear it.”

a giddiness blooms in his chest when y/n gives him a toothy grin. and it may become his favorite thing to look at,

“alright then. i’ll see you later. bye, sweetheart” jessica waves at her friend before walking out of miguel’s office and shutting the door behind her,

now it’s just them,

y/n’s gaze averts back to his tall figure. she had heard stories about miguel o’hara. jessica loves to spill teas about her partner and had showed pictures of him when y/n was curious on how he look like. he is indeed handsome.

but now, looking at him in person? fuck, even the greek gods are no match to him

beautiful bronze skinned, broad shoulders, high cheekbones with sharp jawlines. she glances a bit at his toned chest then down to his torso for a bit. abs rock hard enough to be seen through the working shirt he’s wearing. this man built like he contains zero body fat.

however, his mesmerizing red eyes are what got her hooked.

“it’s very nice of you to make the time for this, mr. o’hara. i know you are a very busy man and i hate to be the one who’s preventing you from your work.”

miguel’s head shakes, giving her a small genuine smile. “no apologies necessary. and please, call me miguel”

“okay then, miguel” she nods, returning his smile. “may i begin showing you what i’ve been working on?”

miguel’s arm extends towards a large wooden table, allowing her to walk first. “by all means” he folds his arms behind his back, following her from behind.

he’s very much struggling not to look at her ass while she moves,

“okay, so” she lays her things flat on the table, getting to work quickly. “i’ve planned a pre-design for your laboratory, given that the lab is one that needs extra precautions and highly detailed instructions, i’ve figured i should get that one done first. and here” she unlocks her tablet before tapping one app, showing the minimum design. “there are important keys that needs to be highlighted. i need exact measurements of how many people will be coming in and out of your lab, objects you’re thinking of storing, etc. because it will determine the amount of space i’ll be working on”

miguel doesn’t know jack shit about what she’s talking about but fuck, it sounds incredibly sexy to his ears,

“jessica had explained to me before that there will be less than fifteen people working in there. i would advise to create a fingerprint for entry. and it will require more space, more equipment and materials for me and my team to be able to carry on with our tasks. but i need you to not worry, miguel. i’ve done the trials and errors to limit the damage that might occur with the calculations.” she pushes her tablet for him to see clearly, colorful scribbles of geometry with shapes and patterns,

not only that, but she has a few mockups too. giving him a small vision on how the area would look like once it��s done.

miguel’s eyebrows raise, moving a bit closer to where she stands. “christ. this is amazing. you did that in…?”

“a week” she finishes with a smile, nails tapping against the table. watching how his eyes amazed at her small simple work “some would take more than that but, i take my work seriously, i don’t like postponing.”

his eyes move upwards to look at her, impressed by the details and efforts she had done with it. one thing about miguel, is that he is very much attracted to people who are putting their careers above anything,

and she has ticked that box,

“indeed” he lets out a breathe, nodding. “does that mean you don’t have a lot of free time?”

she thinks for a while. “not much definitely. but it’s not like i’m missing out on anything. what do people do nowadays? partying and gossiping? i rather not.”

he chuckles in amusement, “understandable. i thought that you might be into those kind of stuff.”

“and what gave you the assumption?”

he raises his shoulders. “you look young. young people like to have fun.”

“and how old do you think i am?” she asks with arms crossed,

he pinches his eyebrows. “28?”

she hums with a small laugh. “i’m 26”

miguel’a eyes widen slightly, “makes me older than you, then”

“how old are you?”

“32”

“really?” she asks in disbelief. “i thought older.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. around 40ish maybe.”

“that’s quite offensive, love” he fakes a gasp, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watches her scramble through more papers,

her heart skips a beat at the nickname, though she doesn’t think much of it. “it’s a compliment. the older the better, i’d say”

miguel smiles at that, walking around the table so now he stands across from her. “what did you and jessica talk about?”

“hm?”

“about me” he confirms. “you said that the two of you had talking about me.”

“oh, well” she begins, standing up straight to look into his eyes and miguel swears his knees almost give up. “she told me how much she admires you. your intelligence, bravery. your work ethic. told me all about the good things you had done for the people—“

“i don’t know about that”

“which” she cuts him off. “i am so, undeniably impressed by. keeping the universe intact while trying not to lose your fucking mind is hard, i could tell. I don’t know how you do it. makes me admire you too”

he stares at her as if he’s searching for a trace of doubt or a lie on her face. when he finds none, his heart softens. never in his life had someone come up to him and say how he’s doing a great job. let alone being impressed.

“thank you— i needed that actually” he laughs a bit. “wish people could say the same.”

“in my opinion, i don’t think you need to know about what other people think or say. you’re a grown man, correct?” she taps the eraser of her pencil on one of her sketchbook, eyeing any misguided lines she needs to work on. “if they don’t appreciate that, might as well kick their asses into a new universe”

a genuine chuckle escapes him, nodding in agreement. “i keep that in mind” he clears his throat, thinking about whether or not to make a small talk,

she notices the long pause between them before speaking up, “please, i hate awkward silence. you can talk to me, if you want to, miguel” her head shoots up at him with a playful tone,

“is architectural the only thing you’re doing?” he finds himself curious at her line of work,

“apart from this, i do a little bit of interior design. not too far off from architectural but not exactly the same either. i love anything that goes from there. putting ideas in my head before making it into a reality. also, it’s warming to see how i can help my clients dream come true” she responds simply, a small smile engraves on her pretty features.

“i also am studying in biochemistry at the moment. having a bit fun with molecular study.”

that perks his interest. “biochemistry?” he asks in a surprise tone. “i’m no expert in architectural but i don’t think it has anything to do with that.”

“it doesn’t” she confirms, picking a ruler before sketching out more details on the design. “i do it for fun.”

“for fun?” again, his question comes out in surprise, “why’s that?”

“i just think that learning shouldn’t be limited to one, you know? i like knowing about things. doing more things. the more knowledge, the more you have room to grow. plus, learning about molecules is interesting. might take it seriously on that one”

‘holy fuck, she’s perfect’

“that’s a— wow—“ he huffs out a heavy breath, can’t exactly tell if he’s impressed or intimidated. earning a soft giggle from her.

so, she’s gorgeous, brilliant and ambitious.

“how about you? jessica mentioned about you specializing in genetics. is that some sort of science thingy? because it sounds pretty fucking cool”

miguel scratches the back of his head. “something like that. i more focused on DNA’s, genetics pairings, human genome. all sorts of that. pretty boring if you ask me”

“doesn’t sound boring” she scoffs. “if anything, i find it very attractive when men are willing to learn about science. and i’m not just talking about the glasses, but the brains as well. you ticked every single quota, miguel”

she points at the working glasses he has on, causing his eyes to bug out at her boldness. y/n watches how he shyly takes it off, flustered at the compliment. she smirks as if she keeps trying to keep score on how many times she’s succeeded,

“okay, so” she continues, palms resting on the table before shifting the tablet. “let’s talk about your office. is there something you’re willing to change? because, not to be rude but your infrastructure is quite—shit. keep this up in two months then the apocalypse might have come early”

miguel bites back a laugh at her choice of words, scanning over his office walls, ceilings and monitors. “what do you suggest?”

she pauses, biting the end of her pencil before her eyes begin to do a 360 walkthrough. the sight is almost too perfect for miguel.

“we could do something about elevating the ceilings. make it a bit higher. and i see you have lesser—safety features? which could be quite concerning. we need to install biosafety cabinets, more detection systems and fire protection. I know you’re no ordinary man and could probably handle all the damage that might happen in the future but, it is my responsibility to ensure my client’s safety.”

miguel feels like a lovesick fool right now. and an asshole. he hadn't been listening a lot to what she had to say, merely focused on the way her pink glossed lips moving and how her fingers would occasionally fiddle against one another,

he imagines how her mouth would feel like, molding against his. there is no doubt in his mind that he would immediately be entranced with it.

"miguel? you listening?"

her sweet voice pulls him out of his train of thought, eyes blinking rapidly before meeting y/n's confused gaze,

"oh--y-yeah! yeah uhm.. that sounds great, would love that” his nervous chuckles makes her smile. “you’re really quick with it, aren’t you?”

“just doing my job, mr.o’hara” her tone is professional and prideful. “i’ll work quickly on the building designs, exploring more concepts for it and run a few test drives. however this might steal a bit of your time, from your job. weekly meetings are needed during this process. i’ll bring the mockups, sketches, models and everything. your inputs and feedbacks are required since this is your building after all. would that work?”

spending more time with her? oh, absolutely. he’d make it work,

he gives her a nod. “of course. i’ll clear my schedule off for it, just let me know when”

“excellent!” she exclaims with a bright smile, clapping her hands. “i will do my best to get it done as quickly as possible for you, miguel. i made a promise to jessica and i intend to keep that promise. it’s a long process but i need your full trust on me, okay? do you trust me?”

“yes” he answers without hesitation. “i trust you.”

“great! okay, that is all i have for you today. do you have any questions?”

miguel doesn’t like the idea of it ending here. not seeing her again until next week? that doesn’t feel right.

“you have a boyfriend?”

y/n halts at his question, looking at him with a confused yet amused expression. lip quirking in curiosity. “getting personal, aren’t we?”

“fuck, sorry, hermosa. you don’t have to answer that”

her heart skips a beat at the nickname. he just called her beautiful?

she eyes at how his gaze cast down the floor, head shaking. probably mentally kicking himself at the bold question he had thrown at her,

but she finds it adorable,

tilting her head to the side, she responds. “no. i don’t have a boyfriend. they are not quite up the standards i’m looking for.”

“yeah?” miguel takes a step forward, eyebrow raising. “and what are they?”

“my standards”

he finds it attractive at how she doesn’t like settling for less. she knows her worth without coming off too cocky nor bitchy about it,

“am i not allowed to know?”

“you can fuck around and find out” she smirks, pushing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “i like to see them try.”

“you like seeing men on their knees begging for your time?”

she nods. “i live for it.”

he feels his cock growing hard at that,

“are you free, this friday?”

she bites down on her lower lip, watching how his biceps almost ripping his shirt off when he crossed his arms,

“i’m a busy woman, miguel”

“so am i” he responds quickly. “say dinner or a drink, anything. an hour or two tops, how about it?”

the way he’s looking at her should be illegal. he has this glint in his eyes. primal, confident. and it’s extremely charming in her own opinion,

she hates how it makes her heat rises,

with a hum, she slowly gather up her things, stacking the compiling files on the tablet. tucking them against her left breast.

“pick me up at 7. don’t be late. and i’m choosing where we should go. it was nice meeting you, mr. o’hara. i will see you then” with that she gives him a smile and a subtle wink before turning around to exit out of his office. leaving miguel completely speechless but enamored.

“fuck. i’m in love” he exhales a dreamy sigh

[kairiscorner]

Im obbesses w spider noir for some reason and idk why. But i wanna req a story and u pick whoever is the love interest (i want to be spider noir but HE DOESNT FIT THIS KIND OF GENRE 😭😭 but i hope yk spider noir or hobie YKKK~ HAHAHAHAHAH) 😏 HAHAHAH natatawa ako 😭

Anyways this is a req: so miguel is holding a meeting right w some spideys then miguel suddenly calls y/n in his watch (aka his non bio suddenly adopted daughter who was also a spidey) for her to help the upcoming mission.

Then suddenly, miguel counts to 3..2..1… and the there was a smoke bomb in the room! And miguel says “here she comes..” with his palm on his forehead. And when the smoke is clear u are posing like this : https://pin.it/6sHhLLK (search on google.) with a spiderman suit w a mask on under your short silky black dress with heels. Waving to them “Hey fellas!” With a jokingly seductive tone. Then the love interest stares at y/n, falling in love 😍

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH NAYATAWA AKO SA LOKOHAN KO HAHAHAH BUT I HOPE U SEE THIS COS IDK WHATS GOING ON W MY MIND HAHAHAHAH

BWAHAHAHHAHAHA NATAWA RIN AKO RITO WEYT ok noong una, di ko gets, PERO I THINK GETS KO NA SIYA........? SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU ASKED FOR BUT THIS IS HOW I INTERPRETED IT YUHYUH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

when the skrunkly <333

"so that wraps up today's meeting, does anyone--oh, you finally showed up." miguel said with a slight grunt and a hint of annoyance in his tone as the tall, lanky, dark complexioned boy walked in with a confident smirk and with his hands in his vest pockets. he raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled into an even bigger grin, one of satisfaction for having defied miguel's expectations at even showing up just as the meeting was about to be wrapped up. "at least i'm here, aren't i?" he asked in a sly tone, one that acted as provocation for miguel's worsening temper.

"anyway..." miguel began again as hobie, quite loudly, pulled a chair--dragging it against the floor, creating as much friction as he could--and loudly plopped himself down on the chair. he leaned the chair back and placed his feet up on the table, to the distaste of the spider people adjacent to him. "go on." hobie said in a casual manner. "i'm not even here." he said as he leaned further back.

miguel let out a long sigh at hobie's defiant acts of annoying rebelliousness. "anyway, like i was saying, we have a new recruit that'll be joining us today." he said as everyone began buzzing, wondering who this new recruit would be. hobie laid back further in his chair, and though he appeared as if he couldn't care less about this new recruit, he did want to get to know them once they got there.

"hey, where are you?" he asked in a hushed voice as the new recruit appeared on the other end. faint giggling, explosions, and not so family friendly words were heard in the background. "oh, hi mig!" you called out from the other end. miguel lowered the volume on his watch as he scowled at you. "i gave you permission to go on that joyride but not doing--is that a duck?" he asked in angry manner as you tried to explain yourself.

hobie was enjoying the scene from afar, not sitting down a little more properly, grinning to himself as he indulges in miguel's frustrated figure as, who he assumed was the new recruit, was pissing him off immensely. the best part was that miguel let you do what you wanted. that must've meant you really mattered to him, to give you permission to do things he'd never let just anyone do.

miguel grunted in irritation as he ended the call. "right when i needed them to come on their first mission..." he murmured and pinched the bridge of his nose. before anyone could react, miguel was already counting down in his head.

"3..."

the sound of something metal clinking on the floor reverberated throughout the room, causing for everyone to look that way.

"2..."

the metal container soon released a flurry of gas, a cloud so thick that it enveloped the whole room, causing for everyone to wheeze and cough at the gas as they fanned the air away. hobie, meanwhile, tried to see the figure that came up from the smoke, the silhouette coming closer and closer as the cloud began to dissipate.

"1..."

"hey fellas!" exclaimed and excited and playful voice that threw themselves on the table and slid over on it, lying sideways while leaning the side of your head on your fist so confidently on the table, winking at a few spider people. "hi dad!" you exclaimed as you waved at miguel all joyfully, with him clicking his tongue and muttering something repeatedly in spanish.

you had a short, silky black dress on with heels; presumably from an event you had to attend undercover. but underneath that was your spider suit and covering your very excited and enthusiastically chaotic face was your mask.

"everyone, this is--" miguel began, but you interrupted him. "his one and only spider student! nice to meet you lot!" you beamed all happily as you stood up on the table, earning stares and looks of confusion, concern, and awe from one soul from across the table. from hobie brown.

hobie watched as you teased miguel, with him trying to keep a straight, unaffected demeanor as you kept trying to butter him up and get him to let loose. hobie admired your boldness, nobody he's ever met was able to worm their way into miguel's heart as well as you have, and... you've caught his attention with such little effort already. just being your adorable, chaotic self already sold him to you.

as miguel adjourned the meeting once and for all, hobie called out to you. "man, what a killer suit you have, it's mad wicked." he complimented. you giggled. "why, thank you! who are you? oh, you have such a cool hairstyle! and are those piercings? miguel! let me get some! it'll be fun!" you exclaimed to the big man as he pinched his nose bridge again and told you both to get out.

hobie chuckled. "say, would you like to come with me and deface some property?" he offered with a smirk, which you reciprocated with a wide grin. "that's my favorite pastime, of course!" you beamed as you took hobie's arm, and with an assuring smile, you both swung out of there, much to miguel's disappointment because you were both assigned on a mission.

"i love how you can't do a thing about either of them." lyla quipped as she showed up, smirking at miguel as he sighed. "just make sure to keep the reminder to come back here before 7 on their watch." he said as he resigned to his chair in front of the monitors. lyla laughed. "uh, yeah, no can do. they disabled it the moment they came in here."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because it's funnier to see you in angry dad mode. now, smile." lyla said as she took a picture of miguel scowling, and saved it in an album with your name on it and on the caption it said: 'his first freak out at you running away with a boy you probably like !!'

a/n: i was gonna make hobie say, "that your kid, miguel?" but i think that would've killed everybody in the room 😭😭😭

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @k4tsu3

[sonneambedo]

my askbox is open if anyone has anything theyd like to see drawn by me. im mostly inspired by jason lately so any and all jason ideas are more than welcome (nods profusely)

this is not a promise it will be drawn bc my day job is a pain in the arse but. it's a promise that i will try to draw it. yuhyuh

[chokchokk]

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 | park seonghwa x gn!reader

a summer romance!seonghwa drabble

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: Warmth painted by your lips, heat expelling from your eyes, tears drying on Seonghwa's skin. He'll get over it.

now playing : " yellow " ▸ pity party (girls club)

soundcloud link | series link

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1.2k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): post break-up depression, one sided (?) attraction, sad kisses, hickeys, implied blowjob; seonghwa is trying to get over his ex, reader has a summer crush on him

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: wrote this in one sitting so there might be some errors but how i know myself i would added so many more things if i re-read it too often LMAO my first ever drabble!!!!! yuhyuh i hope the story makes sense? it’s just a collection of feels, but i tried my best to get the scene across!!! <33 hope you enjoy xoxo

(this doesn’t hurt as bad as it used to!)

You were smitten, but with some strange luck, Seonghwa might have been, too.

How had you gotten there with him, with the guy that had been crying about his ex?

He didn’t have to tell you he’d been sobbing into his pillow. His nose was still swollen red, eyes remaining puffy, and on your lips, you could taste the salinity on his skin, when he cupped your face and went in for the second kiss.

love is sick

You didn’t mean to barge into his room this way, didn’t meant to breathe as heavily as you did when you saw him lay in his bed peacefully, but if there was one thing that meant something to you, in between these dimly-lit walls, it was how loud your heart was beating inside your chest, reminding you that it was the last day of vacation, your paths to maybe never be crossed again once you returned home.

but we can try

“Now or never, Y/N.”

i really like,

Seonghwa hadn’t been asleep, had heard you walk through the door and had heard you gasp softly— had expected you to leave him sunken in his pillow, just like she did, but you stayed. Stayed until he swore that you must have evaporated into silent fog, which you did, but only once his glassy eyes met yours, his voice sounding raspy out of his throat.

“Wha- What do you mean, ‘now or never’?”

i really like the things you do to me

He thought you were cute. A bit gullible maybe, but definitely cute. The way you tottered to his side with careful steps, even if your eyes were opened wide from the surprise or embarrassment— he could see your cheeks blossom up— letting yourself be invited to his bed despite not having interacted a lot during the trip.

Did he find it unfortunate that you two were counting the first words you’d ever said to each other? Maybe he should have, but Seonghwa didn’t. He had caught enough of your haste gazes since the first day you had seen him to have gotten a good hunch of what was going through your mind, as he intertwined his fingers in yours the moment you were sat at the bed frame.

the things you do to me

You gulped.

Seonghwa’s face was glowing a warm orange, flushed by the tint of the sunset outside his window, and the candlelight he had put on his nightstand was flickering fiery in his dark irises.

What were you doing?

You were being nervous, being fearful, feeling Seonghwa’s thumb rub over the surface of your hand, his eyes not swaying away from your fluttered lashes.

What were you going to do?

love is sick

He was still heartbroken, you could feel it even on his lap. Seonghwa had pulled you with a force that came from pain, from hurt and grief, not with one that was birthed from serenity, though it wouldn’t have changed how gently he wrapped his arms around you.

Who could ever break up with a man that smiled as softly as he did, a man whose voice liquidised in your ear, when he whispered;

“Can you kiss me?”

i really mean,

The first kiss was thaw. Faint, silent, formlessly mellow. When you removed your lips, Seonghwa sniffled, his lips curving downwards to a sullen, shaky pout.

i want you close right next to me

“You’re so pretty,” is what you said to kiss away the sorrow, with a smile that meant best for the doleful male, your hand running across his cheek where the trail of a tear stuck to the skin.

love is dumb

His memories were simmering in his guts and Seonghwa felt sore from how sorry he was, when his hand found your chin, fingers slithering into your jaw, the words ‘you are pretty too’ unable to leave his mouth. He had said it too often, but his mind lacked in the will to find something new.

You were pretty, god, so heavenly pretty to him, looking like an angel coming to rescue him from his woes, and he hoped you understood what he was trying to say, once his body acted before he could get out a single sound.

but we can try

The second kiss was feverish. The sun had set on your bodies, the warmth from the rays smudging off your fingers, as you got them tangled into his hair, exhaling deeply.

You tried to prove to the pretty boy under you that his breaths were just as charming as his face, molding your lips into his until his hands were holding you by your hips, with you leaning more and more into his body.

i really like,

He had closed his eyes, while you observed how he reacted to you marking his neck with small pecks that you hoped would remind Seonghwa he was worth the efforts of being embellished by something at least similar to love; red petals of your adoration bedecked the surface around his Adam’s apple, which bopped as soon your fingertip found the waistband of his trousers.

i really like the way you stare at me

His body remembered the contact, but Seonghwa had to convince himself that the tingle he felt inside him wasn’t practiced memories from other summer nights he had spent twosomely.

Oh, how alone he had been, and oh, how he had missed this, but oh, how it was not the same.

Your glimpse was innocent, unaware of his faults, and Seonghwa feared for his decency, when the words he had spoken flashed through his head. He was repeating the movement as the images didn’t stop appearing, the sounds of female grace chiming in his ears, hand caressing your temple all the while you made your way down into where you needed to push away the blanket.

the way you stare at me

It was flattering. Your eyes sparkling, when you saw him sit outside smoking a cigarette by himself, fleeing the sight the moment he turned his head, only to return in the same second— more eager, yet shy and unpronounceable.

Seonghwa was a stranger to you, but he knew the looks too well; knew the feeling in his breast too well.

love is yellow

The whole night was selfish. The sun had long disappeared behind the horizon, and the candle-wax dripped onto the wooden table restlessly, as two people trying to make time worthwhile, enmeshed in the sheets, looked into each other’s eyes drawing different paintings of flowing waters, ciphered stories and the desperate need to be seen.

i really mean,

He was smitten.

Smitten, as sighs escaped through his mouth; Smitten, when your mouth wrapped around his heat, and he remained smitten, drenched in your adoring devotion, but drowning in intimate memories, once he spoke out the promise he'd think of you even when summer ended.

i want you close to die with me

Seonghwa came as fast as he rejoined to hug you with words of gratitude, your chuckle evanescing in his ears.

You felt like home, a home he couldn’t return to; a warm bed at night with the consoling thought he could find comfort in other colours, but as his eyes opened again and an unspoken name laid on his tongue, Seonghwa knew;

Love was a path he could never cross again.