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love drunk — miguel o’hara x reader

summary — while miguel deals with a drunk and clingy you, you accidentally let it slip that you love him. requested here

grumpy x sunshine!! spidergirl!reader, no pronouns used but implied fem!reader, grumpy miguel, kind of ditzy reader, drunk reader, established relationship, first ‘I love you’ trope, miguel being lovesick, fluff. so much fluff

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Miguel thinks he should never let you drink again in your whole life.

“Y/N,” he says through gritted teeth, irritated now. Actually, he was irritated ten minutes ago but was doing a better job at hiding it. “Come on. Get off me.”

You’re dead weight in his lap. He wouldn’t mind, he likes when you sit on him like this, only you’re in the middle of the bar and there are at least five Peter’s looking his way and smirking, and he can see Hobie Brown laughing at him behind his hand across the room.

“Whyyyyy?” You drawl, your lips slow and your tongue slower. You paw at his chest and give him a glare that’s about as menacing as a puppy. “You’re so mean.”

Miguel sighs heavily. He picks up his hands where they’d been hovering at your sides, unsure whether he should touch you or not when you’re like this, and gets a good grip on your hips.

“C’mon, get up,” he says. He lifts you off his lap with ease, fingers curling around your hips, and deposits you in the booth seat next to him.

To Miguel’s surprise, you don’t flop into his side or try to climb back onto him like he thought you would. Where seconds ago you were like a rag doll, you sit rigid straight.

“What?” He asks you, genuinely confused.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, frowning to yourself. “I didn’t mean that. You’re not mean.”

Miguel blinks at you. “Oh. No, that’s not why I made you get off, sweetheart. I know you don’t actually think I’m mean.”

Slowly, you brighten up like a wind up toy, springing back to life in slow motion with a big smile painting itself across your mouth, all teeth. “Oh, okay. Can I get back on you now?”

Miguel actually laughs. He’s very tempted to say yes, you can sit in his lap as long as you like. He doesn’t, mostly because you’re very obviously past your limit and you need a bed and some water. Neither of which he can get you here.

“You’re funny, cariño,” he tells you, chucking you under the chin with his knuckles. You beam up at him, eyes squinting so much they’re half closed. He indulges himself in a squeezing of your cheek before breaking the news, “No, you can’t get back on me—“ Your face falls, “—But I can take you to bed?”

Your smile comes back so quick it’s alarming, and you nod vehemently. “Yeah, please.”

Miguel manages to get you out of the Spider-Bar (nicknamed by one of the Peter’s, he can’t remember which but Miguel refuses to call it that. It’s just a section off the second floor of Headquarters where Spider-people migrate to drink.) without you tripping over your own feet. He’s discovering you’re a very clumsy, clingy drunk. That, and you really can’t hold your liquor. He’s only had a little less than you and he feels completely fine. Other than the burning in his chest, though he’s pretty sure that has more to do with you and your presence than the alcohol.

He gets you into an elevator and holds you up when you slouch into his side. His arm around your hip and both of your hands clinging like vines to his free arm, tight enough to ache but he can’t bring himself to ask you to loosen your grip a little. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy your apparent desperation to stick to him like glue.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. A gaggle of Spider-Women wait on the other side, Jess among them. The younger girls giggle amongst themselves when they see the predicament they’ve caught their haughty boss in.

“Hey, Miguel,” Jess drawls as she sidles past him, Miguel practically dragging you out of the elevator now and out of the way of the girls. “Hey, Y/N.” She grins at your inebriated state, then looks to Miguel, “Early night?”

It’s almost midnight. Miguel can’t tell if she’s teasing or not. She probably is. “Yeah.”

“Miguel’s taking me to bed,” you pipe up, a lustful tone to your sticky, slurry voice that Miguel winces at. He hadn’t meant it like that. Clearly, your drunk mind had taken it that way. He’ll be sure to set the record straight once you’re safe and alone in his room.

Jess laughs loud. “Right. Well, have fun with that.”

She’s still laughing as the elevator doors slide shut. Miguel sighs. He’s not gonna hear the end of that for at least a week. You tug on his arm and smile up at him sweetly, and he forgets all about it.

“What is it, cariño?” He hums.

“Can you carry me? My feet are sore.”

Miguel indulges you. Partly because you’d asked and he’s yet again been tasked with the challenge of saying no to you (which he fails at every time), and partly because you’re slowing him down and he really wants to get to his room before he meets anyone else. He scoops you up easily, one arm hooked beneath your thighs and the other under your back. You giggle dazedly and hook your arms around his neck tight enough that it’d hurt anyone but Miguel, burying your face in his neck, your flyaway hair tickling his skin.

By the time he gets you to his room you’re half asleep in his arms. He’d let you sleep but your suit is constricting. He deposits you on the bed in the dark and switches on the lamp. He only manages to turn on his heels before you’re grabbing his arm, warm hand wrapping around his wrist with a clumsy desperation.

“Don’t go,” you murmur, eyes half closed.

Miguel pries your hand away gently. “I’m not going anywhere. Just getting your pyjamas.”

You allow it but you make a grab for him as soon as he’s back, hands warm at his waist. He stands in front of you and undresses you out of your spidersuit, then redresses you into the pyjamas you keep in his room. You keep quiet other than the occasional hiccup and despite your amorous comment earlier you don’t try anything, even when you’re completely bare-chested and Miguel is standing over you. While he pulls your shirt over you head, your hands find his hips and grip them like somebody’s trying to take him away from you.

He gives you a glass of water which you skull back like you’re about to die of thirst. He refills the glass and when he comes back you’ve turned the light off and buried yourself under the covers. He thinks you’re asleep until he goes to put the glass on the bedside table and your hand sneaks out of the sheets, reaching for him.

“Miguel…” you murmur, fingers brushing his abdomen. You tilt your head up towards him, searching for him in the dark.

“You okay?” He asks, concerned you’re not feeling well. He hopes you’re not the kind of drunk who throws up everything they drank. Though he can’t say he’d mind looking after you even if you were.

“I’m fine,” you say softly. It’s dark and he can barely see your face but he hears your next words just fine. “Thank you for looking after me … I love you.”

Miguel is so shocked he almost drops the glass of water he’s holding. Sure, he knew you had feelings for him. He knew you care for him about as much as he does for you, which is an inordinate amount. To hear you say it is different. His fondness for you multiplies by about a million and the chasm in his chest feels, not for the first time since he met you, a little bit smaller.

He knows you probably won’t remember it in the morning, but it’s been said and his chest is aflame. He sets the cup down and then crouches next to your lovely, tired face, and cups your cheek. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, and then your lips. Your eyelashes flutter as your eyes fall shut and you smile.

Miguel waits til he’s sure you’re asleep to say it back — vulnerability’s never really been his strong suit. He tucks hair away from your face, feeling a bit drunk himself. Just not from anything he drank. “I love you too, mi amor.”

Sorry to send in an ask again so soon but what do you think the boys love languages are?

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!

You read my mind, I've been wanting to talk about this for so long! I am going to do their top two because I feel like that gives us a fuller picture of each lovely turtle!

Leonardo: Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

Leo loves encouragement and craves verbal validation in all things.

He is terrible about asking for it, you kind of have to read the signs with him.

He gives it freely to his significant other and tries his best to with his brother (while managing the tension of being the leader/oldest)

"I love you's" are the way he starts and and ends phone calls, conversations, texts, ect..

Quality Time is also huge for him!

Most of his time is spent crime fighting or training so the time he has with you he highly values.

He wishes he could spend every waking moment by you, and the rare days off, he does just that 

Those are the ones he treasures.

You two don't have to be doing anything special or out of the ordinary.

Sometimes it's sitting in silence while your both reading.

Other times it cuddling after a particularly long day.

He needs time with you, when he goes too long without it he can't focus.

His brothers can even tell and will call you over just to get fearless back to his normal self.

You have so much power over him and you don’t even know it.

Raph: Physical Touch and Acts of Service

Are we really surprised his top love language is physical touch?

He has been deprived of it his whole life, he grew up watching movies and shows where the man kisses the woman and lived happily ever after.

He craved that and still does.

When you walked into his life and he had the opportunity to feel that he took every chance he got.

It's the hand holding, the soft touches, the kisses.

You are his grounding force.

Your touch soothes the fire and chaos around him.

He never pushes boundaries with you but he's affectionate and needs someone who can reciporacte that.

Where his words fail, his touch doesn't.

Not just touch but small things you do for hime make him feel so seen and loved.

You made a playlist because you were thinking about him and he almost cried.

He's not used to people doing things for him.

He can ask but if you just do it, it rocks his world.

You mend a tear in his mask and he is ready to get down on one knee.

Small thoughtful acts mean so much to this sweet turtle.

Doing these make him feel so secure and loved.

Donnie: Acts of Service and Quality Time

Our boy is so selfless and I think he's really proud of that characteristic about himself, even if he doesn't always see it.

So, when his love does something for him...

He will be so beyond grateful

You made him coffee and breakfast one morning after a particularly rough mission and he was beside himself.

You cleaned his tools back up to his Donnie standard after almost a month of heavy usage and he actually cried.

With a few rare exceptions no one has shown Donnie love and affection through small or big acts of service.

It means so much to him that you would spend your energy on him.

It validates that you see him and all that he does.

It makes him feel so cared for!

Not just small acts but spending time with him too!

Even if you're not doing anything fancy.

Reading together in his lab

Watching him work and write out calculations.

Holding him after a long day.

That time he has with you is beyond precious to him.

He needs you and that time with you to function - more than even he realizes.

Mikey: Physical Touch and Gifts

This man NEEDS physical touch, not just wants it.

He's so touch starved that when you get together he's all over you.

Plus when you initate it his heart stops for a moment.

It's that validation of feeling loved that he has missed for so long.

He loves when you cuddle into him, hold his hand, or let him be the little spoon.

He will even make jokes about wanting more physical touch with you.

"I require affection angel cakes!" He'd call throughout the lair.

He will be needy if he goes to long without physical touch.

Not just physical touch but gifts mean the world to him.

You're on his mind 24/7 so a gift shows him you're thinking of him too.

His favorite gift you got him was a teddy bear wearing an orange mask.

He cuddles with it whenever you can't come over.

Gifts don't have to be expensive for him to love them, just something thoughtful.

You're his big gift, anything else you get him is just a bonus.

Cuddle him, tell him he's pretty, and get him a fuzzy blanket and he's yours forever!

Enjoy!

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He pretends like he’s chewing to communicate that he’s hungry! 

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Son of the legendary dark knight and Dante’s brother. Lady says he once lost to Dante and got his ass thrown into the depths of the underworld. Later, he turned his sword— the Yamato—on himself, using its power to cleave demon from human and so sever everything that was holding back his demonic side. So V was the humanity he left by the wayside… Well, they’re back together now. Vergil’s weakened days are over. — Nico Goldstein about Vergil

Our boys with a crazy cat lady mayhaps? I have 3 myself lol

(I have 5 so I feel on a deep level ;v; furry babies for the win~)

Dante:

He’s a little surprised to see all the different cats roaming the house; but he isn’t really bothered by them. At least not until they start scratching at him or trying to groom his hair. He has to shoo them off when he is trying to get his own cuddle time in with his s/o, since all of them want to cuddle too apparently lol. Eventually has to give in to being a cat sofa since all of them climb onto him as well, and curl up purring between him and his s/o lol.

Nero:

He is intimidated by all the cats around lol. He can feel their eyes on him at all times, as if they are watching to see him mess up and hurt their owner. They constantly walk around and on him if he is sitting on the couch next to them, and he can feel shivers run up his spin when they start to crowd around him for attention. His s/o has to reassure him over and over that their cats aren’t going to kill him lmao.

V:

Low key he is in heaven with all these cats. He loves their plush fur and how comfortable they seem to be with him right away. They love to curl at his sides and in his lap, purring so much it sounds like a machine whirring to life. He could sit there and pet them all day, and eventually falls asleep on his s/o’s couch surrounded by all their cats lol. They feel slight pang of jealousy towards their cats at times since V gives them a lot of attention when he visits as well lol.

Vergil:

Tiny fur balls with fangs and claws. He tends to have stare downs with them when he visits, and most of the time tends to scare them off, even when he isn’t meaning to. They all seem to scatter when he comes over, much to his worry. His s/o has to pick them up and slowly introduce them properly to him one by one in hopes they’ll eventually get used to him being around. He appreciates the effort they are putting in to make him feel welcome in their home, and slowly gets used to the cats as they do of him as well.

(I really hope these weren’t too short, I am super sorry!!)

It runs in the family

Who do you think is killin’ it? C’mon it’s gotta be Dante

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

i may or may not have a mask kink