Still thinking about Miguel everyday. And in my search for 80s nostalgia that remotely relates to him, I've started watching Miami Vice. I like seeing the references but they did Crockett dirty by using his likeness for Stansfeld (≧▽≦)
On the same tangent, I've come to learn there's a show that came out a couple years ago about Griselda Blanco. She was a Colombian drug lord who was a big player in the Miami drug scene from the 70s to the 00s. Welp I guess I gotta watch Stella's backstory next.
I loved adsurgitvagus take on a movie poster for Catch Me In Miami and I wanted to take a stab at it. It's very fitting for a movie based, romance game.
I liked the composition of the Drive 2011 movie poster plus they're wearing the exact same outfit so it was a helpful reference. I confess I didn't do the background, it's from the game
I think fucking Miguel will leave you wanting for more, like there's gotta be an aphrodisiac in his lips, hands, and dick. But i think he feels the same with you too, because y'all fuck like there's no tomorrow. 34+35 was written for both of you because y'all often finish not knowing what time or day it is. Poor Ramon came to yalls house to pick Miguel up for a job but he had to wait in the living room for a whole another round of a loud fucking, if he could earn a dollar for whenever it happens he would be able to buy himself another pair of diamond studs
NOTE … ayokayo this is the worst my health has been in like ever I need myself a Miguel to give me a chu </3
CHARACTER(S) … miguel bravo x reader
WARNINGS … sad reader
EXTRA … gn!reader, comfort, I learned Spanish from a Mexican person so it may not be accurate to Cuban Spanish 😭
The tears sprung to your eyes too swiftly, too naturally. Every single day this week, your eyes were overflowing with warm, wet emotions, cooling as it dripped down your cheeks. It wasn't controllable, and so, wasn't pausable.
Through it all, Miguel tried his best to help, from wiping away your tears with gentle touches, to cradling you in his arms, letting you bask in his warmth. Of course, he didn't have all the time in the world, but for you? He would stop time if he could.
“Mi corazón, what troubles you?” He cooed softly, warm hands stroking your back soothingly. “Seeing you like this… it is unbearable.”
It was hard to speak through your tears; you’d tried to tell him what was wrong, you really did, but every time you opened your mouth, your lip began to quiver and another round of tears spilled from your puffy eyes. “Mi…guel…” you choked out softly, sniffling. “…’m sorry…”
“Sorry, amor? For what?” He asked, gently brushing away the fresh tears that fell.
You hiccupped, swallowing hard. “I’ve been—‘ve been sad all week, haven’t I? I don’t—want to worry you like that…’m sorry…”
“Ay, corazón…” he traced the ghost of a kiss to your feverish skin, stubble brushing against you. “I would rather you be open with me like this than to hide it. It pains me to see you cry, but even more than this, it would hurt me to know you are hiding it from me, mi amor.”
Unable to speak any more than you already had, you only sniffled, pulling yourself closer to his body. You drew in a couple trembling breaths to steady yourself and mumbled a quiet thank you into his chest.
“Te amo, cariño, ¿sabes?” He mumbled into the top of your head, barely a whisper, a soft rumble of a sweet laugh reverberating through his chest. “I will be by your side through life and death, sí?”
