the reason that wounds that break the skin hurt is because its always supposed to be dark inside your body and when your blood sees sunlight for the first time it gets scared. and that causes the pain. or maybe it doesnt
completely ditched the idea for a fic that i had and wrote a new one that flowed much more naturally to me, i hope you all like it! it’s been a while since i’ve written anything, so i apologize for its imperfections. 🩷
Blind Date - young miko x f!reader
- no smut or angst, just a relatively simple fic to get me back into writing, f!reader, fem lesbian reader, enjoy!! (men and minors DNI)
The cool air hits your face as you step outside your apartment building, the breeze attacking your exposed skin as you walk to your car. You fiddle with your keys in your hand, slightly nervous, although you’re not quite sure why.
You’ve been on plenty of first dates before, and you’ve certainly had your fair share of both successes and failures, but something about tonight felt different. Aside from the fact that you were going in completely blind, except for the few descriptions your best friend has given you—although most of those boiled down to how ‘wildly hot’ she is—there was some other form of nervousness that had settled in your gut that you couldn’t quite place, one that you had never felt before on any date.
You ignore your nerves and climb into the drivers seat of your car, adjusting the end of your dress as you toss your purse into the passenger side. The sound of your fingers typing the address into your GPS fills the small space, and gives your mind something else to focus on, even if just for a small second. You pause, taking a breath and trying to compose yourself before you start driving.
The drive was relatively short, and you’re thankful at how little traffic there was. Once you’re in the parking lot, you realize the routine of this date is going to be slightly different from what you’re used to. For one, you have no idea what this girl looks like or how to find her, all you have is her name-Victoria.
You whisper the name to yourself, the syllables sliding off your tongue. You like it, it’s sweet and feminine but sexy at the same time. After a minute of pondering how you’re going to find this girl to even begin the date, you ultimately decide to look for whoever seems just as confused as you, and then try your luck.
You step out of the car, and make your way into the beautiful italian restaurant, your eyes scanning the scenery when they finally land on her.
You can’t believe what you’re seeing, and if your friend hadn’t given you the name of your date, you never would have even considered the possibility that it would be her.
Young Miko, or, as you assumed you would be referring to her for the night, Victoria.
You compose yourself quickly and walk over to the table.
“I’m going to take a wild guess and assume that you’re the Victoria I’m supposed to be meeting tonight?” you tease, smiling courteously before you officially introduce yourself to her.
She laughs, and the sound is melodic and sweet, a heavy contrast to her intimidating demeanor.
“You’d be right about that. It’s so nice to finally be able to meet you and put a face to a name. Sofie’s told me so much about you”
You feel your cheeks heat up a bit at the thought of your friend telling Young Miko about you, but you move past that feeling quickly once you sit down and actually begin conversation with her.
The first couple minutes are slightly awkward in the way all first dates are. The two of you simply trying to figure out each other’s vibe and match it in a way that still feels authentic and not like a character. But once that phase is over, everything seems to naturally fall into place. She asks you about what you do for work and where you studied, and you ask her about her journey with music and her biggest inspirations. You like the way she graciously flips between english and spanish, and you make an apologetic joke at your spanish needing some touching up, to which she offers some ‘private lessons,’ which makes you laugh. Her accent dips into her words like honey as she speaks and you can’t help but notice what that does to you as conversation continues.
The two of you order drinks and you make a comment about how you’re stuck between two pasta dishes and she laughs, “pick one for you and i’ll get the other, then we can share” she replies, her face reddening quickly after, “if you’d be okay with that, obviously, i know some people don’t like to share”
You smile at her, flattered by her response, “I’d like that a lot, that’s very sweet of you”
She shrugs confidently, “I’m a gentleman” she jokes, and you roll your eyes before assigning her the dish you want her to order.
The date comes to an end quicker than you would have liked it to. You can’t remember when the last time you had such a genuine connection with someone right off the bat was, but things with Victoria felt like they came unbelievably naturally.
She was witty and kind, making you laugh, asking you questions about yourself that she listened intently to when you responded, boxing up your food for you and refusing to let you even look at the check. The night had been nothing short of perfect, and every part of you wanted there to be another.
“This was incredible,” you admit softly as you both say your goodbyes.
She nods, “It was incredible meeting you, really. I had a great time” she pauses for a beat before continuing, “could i get your number?”
You try your best not to break out into a grin as you tell her yes and type your number into her phone. You type in your name and add a little red heart before saving your contact.
She smiles when you hand it back to her, “I’ll text you- tonight, i don’t do that ‘wait a couple days and say you were busy’ bullshit” she promises
“Thank God, cause I hate that”
She laughs a little before saying an official goodbye, compete with a soft hug.
You watch her walk away as you get into your car, pressing Home on your GPS and queuing up some music for your drive. You’re about to buckle and start your ride home when your phone dings, and a notification from an unknown number pops up on your lock screen.
Hello! Idk if you have done a fic about Miko’s hands. that’s all. Her hands.. 🧎♀️ if you need anything in specific just like reader thirsting over miko’s hands and needing her hands.
young miko x reader.
now idk if i hit the spot with this one but i kinda just went with a short fic of whatever this is, bcz obession with hands really is that deep!!
Fluff, brief mentions of smut.
“Obsesionado”
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the two of you sit comfortably on your oversized couch. you lying in the L shaped portion, legs rested on miko's lap as she rubs your freshly pedicured feet.
you, just had a long 12 hour shift which meant being on your feet all day long.
you watch as miko's left hand purposely kneeds your foot, her thumb massaging the arch.
you moan softly at that so she smiles, looking away from the tv that's playing one of your favorite movies, 'pitch perfect'.
she looks at you, "¿bueno?", "mhmm." you hum in contentment.
she chuckles softly, leaning down to place a small kiss on your foot before looking back at the tv, continuing her hand movements.
you can't help but stare at her hands, the feeling of how smooth and soft they are against your skin. the way her veins pop out when she grabs your foot a certain way. her hand tats making this all the more sexy.
while staring at her hands, your mind drifts elsewhere.
thinking about what else she could be doing with those hands.
grabbing onto your ass and thighs while you ride her.
grabbing your throat while she fucks into you with her strap, her other hand working on your clit.
your mind is completely in the gutter.
it's known you have an obsession with her hands and fingers. feeling the need to always be holding them, kissing them, and when the mood is right, sucking and licking on them.
they're easily one of your favorite parts of her body, second to her face, of course.
you even regularly post just her hands on your instagram story. whether it's them grabbing onto your waist, your hands intertwined, or simply just her hands resting on a table in front of you.
unbeknownst to you, miko looks back at you after a corny joke in the movie to see if you caught it to.
but you being so deep in thought, you don't notice her looking at you.
so she trails her eyes to where yours are focused on.
her hands.
she smirks at this, shaking her head lightly, "nena." she says softly, "hm?" you finally meet her eyes.
"¿estás bien? where you staring at?" she chuckles, your face turns hot for a split second, knowing that she caught you.
"nadaa, cállate." you laugh, your hand coming up to cover your face.
"caught in 4k!" she exclaims causing you to laugh again, moving your hand back down to your lap.
"gimme'." you reach out your right hand, she laughs and scoots closer to you, putting her left hand in yours.
you look at her hands, tatted, freshly manicured with clear polish, and impressively smooth.
flipping her hand over, you gently place a kiss on her knuckles.
at this, she smiles up at you, a soft giggle escaping her lips.
“obsesionado.” she teases you, “un poquito.” you giggle, intertwining your fingers with hers.
Just a quick simple one shot while i work on longer writing~ happy do not disturb deluxe! hope you all enjoy~
word count: 1.7k
details: fluff. songwriter! reader x young miko. wlw. special appearance from jay wheeler. slight look into jealous miko.
summary: in which your world famous girlfriend gets confident enough to reveal your relationship on her friend's podcast.
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you had worked with multiple people in the industry. anyone from bad bunny to billie eilish, jay wheeler, even rauw alejandro. in fact, that was how you met vicky. one night in a dim club closed off to the public for a party raúl had been throwing, he introduced you two and the rest truly was history.
you began working with vicky, better known by her stage name young miko, writing her some songs, working with mauro on production and such. months later you found yourself moving into her house in añasco. it was wild, how fast someone could go from a stranger to probably one of the most important people in your life. even two years into the relationship, you couldn't help but look back at how much time had flown by. most of the industry knew you were with miko, because despite all her slutty lyrics about having more than one girlfriend and sleeping around with multiple women, she was very much monogamous and slightly possessive. even when joking with friends, she'd made it clear that you were hers and eventually, so did the public. hard launching your relationship on a podcast wasn't exactly where you thought things would go, but there you were. sitting behind the camera, watching as jay wheeler and his wife zhamira interviewed your girlfriend.
most of the show was spent laughing, cracking jokes and being unserious until the topic of relationships came up. "miko, tú eres la única mujer en este planeta que a mí me asusta que me robe mi mujer." (miko, you're the only woman on this planet that makes me worried you'll steal my girl.) he spoke with a chuckle at the end, making your girlfriend laugh.
"porque eres tan linda, que siento que te puedes llevar a zhamira sin tener que hacer nada." (because you're so pretty, i feel like you could take zhamira without even trying.) his voice was teasing. you watched as miko laughed and shook her head at her old friend, knowing the statement was nothing more than a compliment.
"no, no, jay, nunca." (no, no, jay, never.) "lo sé, amor, te estoy jodiendo, te quiero mucho, mamita." (i know, love, i'm just joking. i love you a lot, mamita.) he spoke genuinely, not as jay wheeler the singer but more as josé ángel, her friend. there was something about the comfortable vibe, the cozy atmosphere, that made her feel so at ease that without thinking she responded.
"ya tengo la mía, estoy bien." (i already have mine, i'm good.) the words caught both you and jay off guard. he had seen you both hanging out a lot over the past two years, but had assumed you were simply part of miko's team, especially knowing how professional you usually were.
"¿qué tú me dices?!" (what are you telling me right now?) he asked, very much invested in the gossip despite being a straight man. you sat still, holding your breath as if everyone might suddenly acknowledge your presence. miko just chuckled. "so, tengo pareja." (so, i have a partner.) jay's eyes widened in disbelief. "¡acho, chica! ¿cuándo me ibas a decir eso?" (damn, girl! when were you gonna tell me?) vicky kept laughing. "eventually! it's been under wraps." she explained with a soft smile, glancing over at you. your face was slightly flushed. there was nothing wrong with her confession. you had both talked about things like this getting out eventually, you just never imagined it would happen this way.
"baby," she called out. it took you a second to realize she was talking to you. looking up, you locked eyes with her and flashed an awkward smile, giving a small wave. "¿quieres salir en el video?" (you wanna be in the video?) her tone was soft and sweet, almost protective. it made you blush harder, she had always been so considerate. jay quickly waved you over. "¡sí, sí, ven pa'acá!" (yes, yes, come over here!) that encouraged you to get up and move your chair into frame beside vicky. you offered a shy hello to the camera before turning to jay. it was his podcast, after all. the hard lights and the camera on you felt uncomfortable. yes, you worked in the industry, but you were the one behind the so-called magic of it all. never in front of cameras, your face practically unrecognizable to the public despite all the song credits you had racked up in your late twenties.
"le vamos a dar la bienvenida a y/n! letrista, productora, e ingeniera de sonido. ha trabajado con muchísimos artistas, y probablemente ha trabajado en una de tus canciones favoritas." (i want to welcome y/n to the pod! lyricist, producer, and sound engineer. she's worked with tons of artists and has probably worked on one of your favorite songs.) jay introduced. you couldn't help but feel shy, no one ever introduced you quite like that.
"wow, that's so nice," you chuckled. vicky noticed your stiffness in front of the camera and cut in to ease the tension. "she's worked with jay before, too." "sí, en el último álbum. pasamos mucho tiempo juntos y la aprecio de verdad por eso. tú eres una dura, y/n." (yeah, on my last album. we spent a lot of time together and i truly hold her close to my heart for it. you're the best, y/n.) he praised.
"diablo, pero ninguna de las dos me iban a decir que estaban juntas, mano!" (damn, but neither one of you was going to tell me you two were together, man!) he teased. you laughed. "no, no- yo te dije que tenía pareja, jay." (no, no - i told you i had a partner, jay.) "¡cabrona, pero nunca dijiste que era young fucking miko!" (bitch, you never said it was young fucking miko!) the room erupted in laughter and the conversation kept flowing, the awkward tension in your body easing as the podcast started to feel like a chat between friends.
"tú no sabes cuántos tipos me han preguntado por y/n." (you don't know how many guys have asked about y/n.) vicky tilted her head slightly, as if turning something over in her mind. "¿quién?" she asked jay, her tone edging into something more serious. you could already feel her jealousy building.
"ay, casi todos, cada hombre soltero que entraba a mi estudio con ella salía de allí enamorao." (oh, almost all of them. every single guy that walked into my studio with her left falling in love with her.) all you could do was chuckle. you knew exactly how possessive and jealous your girlfriend could get, and you weren't even a public figure. with men, women, regardless of gender. she wanted everyone to know you were hers and she was yours, and moments like this were exactly why.
"pues se jodieron, tiene novia." (well, they're fucked. she has a girlfriend.) she cut in, the smile on her face fading just slightly. you rested a hand on her knee, a quiet reassurance. "shit, sí, y celosa." (shit, yeah, and a jealous one.) he laughed. you both cracked up. vicky blushed a little at being called out for her reaction to the idea of random men asking about you. even if deep down, she knew you were completely hers.
the podcast wrapped up not long after, the crew beginning to break down equipment around you while jay pulled vicky into a separate conversation, something about a feature he'd been sitting on for months. you slipped back behind the camera out of habit, fingers absently tidying the cords near the monitor even though it wasn't your setup to manage.
zhamira caught you doing it and laughed softly. "you can't help yourself, can you?"
"occupational hazard," you admitted with a smile.
it was another twenty minutes before vicky broke away from jay, and the moment she did, her eyes found you immediately, almost like a reflex. like you were the first thing she looked for whenever she entered a room, which you had slowly come to realize over the past two years was exactly the case. she crossed over to you without a word, arms slipping around your waist from behind as you were zipping up your bag. her chin came to rest on your shoulder, and you felt her exhale. long and slow, the kind she only let out when it was just the two of you. or close enough to it. "lo hiciste bien." (you did well.) she murmured against the side of your face.
"i barely said anything."
"exactly." you could feel her smile against your cheek.
"you were perfect." you laughed quietly, turning in her arms to face her. up close, away from the lights and the camera and the version of herself she performed for the world, she just looked like vicky. tired eyes, the little crease between her brows she got when she was finally coming down from social mode, lip gloss mostly worn off.
"you could have warned me," you said, though there wasn't any real weight behind it. she had the decency to look at least a little guilty. "i know. it came out." she searched your face for a moment.
"are you upset?" you thought about it. genuinely considered the question. the camera, the lights, the sudden spotlight on a life you'd carefully kept quiet. jay's wide eyes. the clip that was probably already being edited into something viral. "no," you said honestly. "i'm not upset."
the crease between her brows softened. she brought one hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear the way she always did when she didn't quite have the words. a small, practiced tenderness that she'd never once done for a camera.
"te amo," (i love you) she said simply.
"i know you do." you leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"y yo a ti." (i love you too.) she pulled you in the rest of the way, and the kiss was unhurried and quiet, nothing like the loud, bright evening you'd just survived. when she pulled back, her forehead dropped against yours and she let out a soft laugh.
"jay is going to send me that clip every day for the rest of my life."
"probably," you laughed, knowing how jay loved to terrorize your girlfriend with embarrassing moments of herself. adding this jealous burst to the roaster was probably gold for him, and you, reminding yourself how cute vicky would get when jealous.
"worth it," she decided. and standing there in the dim aftermath of someone else's studio, her arms still around you and the rest of the world slowly filtering out, you thought so too.
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