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Red Card for You ! ─ Miguel Mora

lily's note ! - this is lowk like a continues ver of prev so like yeah.. this one kinda gives the same vibes bc i wrote red card for u first hehadgahf

pairing : miguel mora x f!reader

genre : fluff, humor, friends-to-lovers (lowkey)

summary : you go to watch Miguel’s football game, only for him to accidentally kick the ball straight into your face.

warnings : mild injury, cursing

You didn’t even want to come to the football match. Your friends had dragged you along, promising snacks and school spirit, and honestly, the only reason you agreed was because Miguel was playing. In fact, you didn’t even know he played football..

And wow. He looked good. Messy curls damp with sweat, jersey clinging to his shoulders, that sharp focus in his eyes as he chased the ball. You found yourself watching him more than the actual game.

Until.

WHAM.

Something hard and fast slammed into your face, knocking your glasses clean off.

“OW—what the hell?!” you yelped, clutching your nose as the crowd gasped. “Oh my god, are you okay?!” your friend shrieked, helping you grope around for your poor bent glasses.

On the field, Miguel had gone completely pale. He didn’t even wait for the whistle — he sprinted off mid-game, pushing past teammates until he was at the stands, eyes wide with panic.

“Princesa—shit, I’m so sorry!” he blurted, crouching in front of you. His hands hovered like he wanted to touch your face but didn’t want to hurt you more. “I swear I didn’t mean to! Are you bleeding?”

You glared at him through blurry vision. “You broke my glasses AGAIN, Miguel.”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he rushed out immediately, guilt all over his face. “Two pairs. Designer. Whatever you want. Just—” He winced, brushing a curl back nervously. “Please don’t hate me.”

Despite the throbbing in your nose, you couldn’t help laughing a little. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“I don’t hate you,” you sighed, poking his chest weakly. “But you have the worst aim.”

That made him crack a tiny, sheepish grin. “You were… distracting me.”

You blinked. “…Excuse me?”

Miguel leaned in, lowering his voice with that teasing lilt. “Couldn’t focus with you staring at me like that.”

Your face heated instantly. “I was NOT—”

Before you could finish, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, careful not to bump your nose. “Still sorry,” he whispered, before jogging back toward the field as the ref yelled at him to return.

And yeah, your glasses were crooked, your nose hurt, and you’d probably have a bruise tomorrow… but you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

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hi guys exams ended and it might’ve cooked me overall but we ball (time to write 😛)

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omg guys one last paper next week and ill be free WAIT FOR ME😭😭😭🙏😭🙏😭

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can we have more miguelllll

notedd 😛

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Are you accepting applications right now?

hii currently im not accepting requests bc i cant keep up with them since im currently rlly busy with exams n dont rlly have time to write sorry guys :( but after im done all of this in a month id take some! 🙏

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“6 7 more minutes pleasee” — Mason Thames

Movie night with Mason was supposed to be chill — until you got too comfy..

pairing: mason thames × reader

genre: fluff, humour, comfort

warnings: none :P

You and Mason were cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together.

Falling into his touch was just too comforting — so much that you weren’t even focusing on the movie anymore.

“Hey, Mason,” you said with a soft giggle, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Hey, pretty,” he smiled, eyes filled with warmth.

“I love you sooo much,” you chuckled, sounding a little drunk even though you definitely weren’t.

“Yeah? What’s up, princess? You okay?” he asked, amused and a little curious.

“Mmhm… nothinn,” you mumbled, snuggling closer to his chest, your eyelids growing heavier by the second.

He laughed quietly, glancing back at the screen, his arm still wrapped around you.

And then it hit you.

You were trying to fight the sleeping demons but failed miserably and fell asleep.

Mason noticed almost immediately. A soft smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you, wondering how he got so lucky..what he ever did to deserve you.

An hour later, the movie ended.

He turned down the volume and looked over at your sleeping face, brushing a few strands of hair from your forehead.

“Hey, baby, wake up. Let’s sleep in the room,” he said gently, giving your shoulder a light shake.

“mmhmmm… 6 7 more minutes pleaseee,” you mumbled sleepily.

He laughed. “Alright, dude, not funny. C’mon, get up.”

Suddenly, you sat up with newfound energy. “No, you’re right! Let’s go, Mason!”

You stood up faster than lightning — like there was no tomorrow — and instantly felt dizzy.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, silly, you almost fell,” Mason said quickly, catching you before you could hit the floor, laughing softly.

“Sorryyy… forgot. Low iron,” you mumbled, half-asleep and leaning into him.

He chuckled, shaking his head fondly before scooping you up and carrying you to your shared room.

You both snuggled under the blankets, wrapped in each other’s warmth, and drifted off peacefully for the night.

did yall see what i did there 😛 #67

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You Think It's Hot? ─ Ernesto Arellano

SPOILER ALERT!

lily’s note • heyaa so i just finished watching tbp2 and it was soo good!!! so this fanfic is basically based off the szn 2 movie except that i changed it a little bit :) hope u guys like it!! :P

You were getting those dreams again.

Three kids came at you.

You screamed for dear life.

But woke up to the reality of Finney shaking you.

“HEY, HEY, WAKE UP! LOOK AT ME! WAKE UP, Y/N!” he shouted.

You looked around, fully awake and scared.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?! OH GOD, I FEEL CRAZY!” you cried out, voice breaking with fear.

“You were dreaming. You’re okay!” Finn said, trying to calm you down.

“I FEEL CRAZY,” you murmured shakily, trying to steady your breathing.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he reassured, pulling you into a comforting hug.

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(At the boys’ dorm)

You were trying to calm the scratches you’d gotten from your dreams by pressing a cloth against the wound.

You headed over to Ernesto’s bed, sitting at the edge.

He blinked sleepily, eyes half-lidded. “Y/N?” he murmured.

“I had a bad dream,” you said.

“Okay… you alright?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You shook your head.

“Here, lie down,” he said as he gave you space, drawing you close and holding you tight.

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It was around 12 in the morning. You couldn’t sleep.

“God, please don’t let me have another dream tonight. Please,” you prayed.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” he said. “Was that for real?” he asked hesitantly.

“What?” you asked, uncertain what he was referring to.

“Talking to God just like that?” he questioned.

“Yeah. You think it’s weird?” you said, curious.

“N-no, not at all! I think it’s hot,” he answered.

“What?” you said, confused.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that— it’s… well… I think it’s cool! Wait, no— I mean, uh, my mom prays as well and she’d love me to date someone who prays,” he said, tripping over his words.

“We’re dating?” you asked.

“N-no, no, I was just saying—”

You let out a small giggle at his response.

You could feel his smile against your neck.

You turned around, facing him, just realizing how close you two were.

“You don’t think I’m a freak?” you asked.

“What’s wrong with being a freak?” he questioned back.

“I’m a freak like my mom,” you said.

“Were you close to her?” he asked.

“Yeah. I think about her every day. I can still see her face so clearly. She was beautiful,” you said softly.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he murmured, eyes lingering on you.

A soft smile touched your lips as he moved closer, the space between you fading.

And just as your eyes fluttered shut—

“What about me?” a voice cut in.

You both froze.

Your head snapped towards your brothers bed

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Finn!” you snapped. “You bitch! Have you been listening this whole time?!”

“Welp. I’m still right here, so it’s not like I had any choice…” he said flatly, clearly regretting being in the room.

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KNOCKOUT! - MIGUEL MORA

pairing : miguel mora x reader

genre : fluff, crack

summary : Miguel ropes you into “helping” him train for boxing. The only problem? It’s stupidly early, you’re half-asleep and tired asf

 warnings : swearing

It started at school. 

Miguel leaned across your desk out of nowhere, serious as hell.

“I need you,” he said simply.

You quite literally choked on your water. “Excuse me?”

“Help me train tomorrow.”

You looked at him with a serious face. “No.”

“Boxing,” he pushed. “I need someone to keep time, hold stuff—”

“You literally have a whole club for that.”

“They’re busy.” He tilted his head at you. “You’re not.”

You finally looked up, glaring. “…What time?”

He paused. “…Early.”

“How early?”

“…Four.”

Your pencil slipped from your hand. “FOUR? AS IN THE FUCKING MORNING? Are you on crack, Mora?”

He smirked. “So you’ll come?”

You gawked at him, hand on your forehead. “Miguel. Who the hell wakes up before the sun just to get punched in the face?”

He grinned, leaning back like he’d won. “Me. And, hopefully, you.”

You stared at him for a long moment, already regretting all your life choices. But his stupid smile, and the way he looked just a little desperate, made it impossible to say no. You groaned.

“Fine. But if I die from sleep deprivation, it’s on your conscience.”

Fast forward: the gym was empty, fluorescent lights buzzing, and you looked like death in a hoodie. Meanwhile, Miguel was bouncing around like he’d just had three Red Bulls.

“Timer,” he called.

You groaned, fumbling with your phone. His punches echoed—thud, thud, thud—while you slouched on the bench, struggling not to nod off.

“Yo,” he came over, holding up mitts. “Couple rounds.”

You squinted. “This is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”

But you stood up anyway, mitts raised lazily. Miguel started throwing combos—jab, cross, hook. Your arms felt like lead. By the second set, your head dipped, timing off.

And then—

BAM.

You staggered back as your glasses flew off your face, clattering across the mat.

Miguel froze. “SHIT! Oh my god—are you okay?!”

You rubbed your nose, squinting at the blurry mess of him panicking. “WHAT THE FUCK DUDE??” 

he panics “Y/N IM SORRY I-”

“You know what i’m too tired to give a fuck” she mumbled 

“I broke them!” he said, horrified, holding up your bent frames. “I literally broke your glasses—”

But you’d already flopped onto the mat, hoodie over your face, mitts discarded. “Yeah yeah whatever dude..goodnight wake me up in like… never.”

There was a long pause. Then, Miguel: “…What the hell one punch and you’re already out.. Damn. Lightweight.”

“Fuck off,” you mumbled into your sleeve.

He snorted. “Nah, this is perfect. I’m telling everyone I knocked you out in round one.”

You cracked one eye open to glare at the blurry shape of him grinning down at you. “…You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re terrible at defense,” he shot back, smug.

“Wake me when you’re done being a dumbass,” you muttered, rolling over.

Miguel just laughed, shaking his head as he sat back down with your busted glasses in hand. “Unbelievable.”

hi guyss im new and this is like my first time writing a fic on tumblr ts kinda hard like omg tumblr writers r mad creative when it comes to decorating 😭 i need tips n tricks on how to make better posts if yall can help pls do im struggling so bad💔

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