#empanada cookie

[fullcravings]

Empanada Cookies

#empanadas #cookies #sweet empanadas #food #fruit #dessert #jam #chocolate #filling #dough #empanada cookies #sour cream #recipe #foodnutters

[guckies]

They changed the cost but not the fucking problem… which is that no one wants the egg tasks anymore. The ccs, the eggs, the viewers. No one wants them, can’t they just make them optional?!?!

Edit: possible only 6 cookies are need too…

#qsmp neg #cookies are now 500 coins which is more achievable but still no one likes the tasks anymore #what about the eggs who have work or school like empanada leo ramon?! #or the ccs who have planned content/need to travel like when they have sponsors so cant play as much that week- #or went to the streamer awards with a ticket they already purchased not expecting their egg to die because the tasks just got reintroduced #despite the fact that no one likes them.

[cartoon-food]

#chocolate chip cookies #cartoon food #cartoons #sweets #dessert #cupcakes #empanada #empanadas #muffins #we bare bears #donuts

[gessshoku]

moss :) & choccy milk

Awww soop!! I’d love to be kidnapped by you and bake cookies as well! Mwah mwah!💛

Daawww we can even bake cupcakes and brownies!! Ooo chocolate banana bread and get some ice cream!!

We can make our own mini atriums! Pick flowers and make crown out of them!!❤️❤️

#weeeee!!! #I have with me #empanadas and arepas #…. #I’m giving every single one of you a bite #gess box of cookies

[theoogtree]

Got honked out again but this time I'm saying it was like 50% father's fault because he told me!!!! To change lanes!!!! But I was like pretty sure I was in the right lane but I'm like fuck he knows how to drive better than me I'll change lanes and then I did everything right but I guess I just started changing lanes too early and the guy behind me like Laid on his horn like calm down it wasn't even that bad you could have just beeped at me

And then later I had to change lanes again because I was right and we were in the right lane and he told me to change lanes when we didn't have to so I had to change lanes again to get back into the right lane so once again I turned on my blinker and I looked in all my mirrors and I was waiting for more space in front of this other guy and then Dad goes "okay go now" so I went then and then he starts going!!!! You should have waited longer you didn't give them enough space!!!! And I'm like fucking hello???? sir???? You literally said???? Go now??????

#Anyway I got my big cookie from the farmers market and also some fries from the Empanada truck

[ruffincosplay]

Recipe for Empanadas de Pina Pineapple Pastry Cookies Inside a decadent, buttery, cream cheese dough with a sugar coating are pineapple preserves.

#system #recipe #pineapple pastry cookies #sugar coating #pineapple preserves #sugar #empanadas de pina

[empress-hancock]

A chicken tried to come to the store I work at yesterday but we were closed. Wonder what she would have ordered if we weren’t

#corn empanada perhaps? #tamale? #a cookie? #who knows

[kiwioala]

transcripted egg reports:

Chayanne

1. Who are your parents? "philza and missa" 2. Which parent do you spend the most time with? "philza" 3. What have you learnt from your parents? "to trust yourself and those closest to you" 4. Do you feel weak? "not much different. i'm okay, i don't feel weak"

Dapper

1. Who are your parents? "BadBoyHalo and Baghera" 2. How are you currently feeling? "like killing a certain bear in front of me but also than that nothing" 3. Have the cookies made you feel happy? "cookies is cookies so I guess yes"

Leonarda

1. Who are your parents? "foolich y vegetta" 2. Do you hate somebody? "la sunny" 3. Do you feel weak? "debil?? no, yo soy fuerte y mamadisima"

Empanada

1. Who are your parents? "mamae bagi, mami mouse, mama niki and eomma tina" 2. Have the cookies made you happy? "I trusted you it would be safe and that trust killed me. change the baker of the cookies" 3. What do you know about the Federation? "you could give me my life back, but i'm not perfect enough am I?"

Sunny

1. Who are your parents? "PA TUBBO, POP SLIME, MA LENAY :D" 2. What have you learned from your parents? "THAT IM THE CUTEST :D" 3. What do you know about the Federation? "MY STEP PA WORKS HERE :D ILL TAKE OVER SOON >:D"

Pepito

1. Who are your parents? "apa quackity, apa mariana, y apa roier :-D" 2. What do you value the most? "que mis apas sean felices asi muy muy felices :]" 3. Who do you get along with best on this island? "con mi bestie leo, mi awelo foolish, y soulmate empanada!! :D"

Ramon

1. Who are your parents? "fit and pac, you should know" 2. Do you hate somebody? "maybe. but thats personal right?" 3. What do you know about the Federation? "only what the federation wants me to know. thats what you do, right?"

Tallulah

1. Who are your parents? "Papa Phil, Papi Wilbur, Pa Missa" 2. Do you hate somebody? "No mames cucurucho. maybe" 3. What do you value the most? "I value quality time, something papa Phil and Chay gives me :D"

#qsmp #liveblogging #qsmp lore #lore library

[royalarchivist]

Bagi: I think Badboyhalo is turning green. Without the rainbow stuff, I saw green stuff in his hand- in his back.

Fit: You might be right, yeah. I mean, it's hard to tell with- Hold on. Wait- wait. Bad, take your shirt off. Take your shirt off.

Bad: Well, I mean, I don't know if this is the right setting for-

Fit: Take your shirt off. [Leans into the mic and uses a deeper voice] Take your shirt off, take your shirt off, take your shirt off.

Empanada: whoa there are kids here and its me D:

Fit: Don't worry, Empanada- Bad's my good friend, and I just want to make sure that he's doing okay, you know? That's all I'm doing.

Bad: [Disappointed] Oh, ok... I guess Pac would be upset if it was anything else. Anyway!

Fit: Wait, what? What? Huh?

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Bagi: I think Badboyhalo is turning green.

Empanada: [In response to Bad saying everything is fine] mhm sure uncle bad i believe you especially

Fit: You might be right, yeah. Wait, hold on- I mean, it's hard to tell with-

Bagi: Without the rainbow stuff, I saw green stuff in his hand- in his back.

Fit: Wait, really?

Bagi: In his back, yeah.

Bad: Yeah, I don't know what Bagi is talking about. [In a loud whisper] Bagi's been seeing things, Fit!

Fit: Hold on, wait- wait. Bad, take your shirt off. Take your shirt off.

Bad: Well, I mean, I don't know if this is the right setting for-

Fit: Take your shirt off. [Leans into the mic and uses a deeper voice] Take your shirt off, take your shirt off, take your shirt off, take your shirt off.

Bagi: [Cracking up]

Bad: OK, ok, ok! It's off! There you go!

Fit: [Sees the infection / marking on Bad's back] Um... That doesn't, uh... Yeah, you might want to get that checked out.

Bagi: It's kinda different, you know?

Fit: Yeah, I think you might want to see a doctor.

Bad: Nah, it looks fine! No, it looks fine.

Empanada: whoa there are kids here and its me D:

Fit: Don't worry, Empanada- I'm just checking- Bad's my good friend, and I just want to make sure that he's doing okay, you know? Like, that's all I'm doing.

Bad: [Disappointed] Oh, ok... I guess Pac would be upset if it was anything else. Anyway!

Fit: Wait, what? What? Huh? Huh? What?

Bad: Oh, you didn't want to check out my muscles? Anyways, it's fine... I just- you know. Anyways...

Empanada: you got pac after all

Fit: Yeah Empanada, he's my roommate! Yeah, he's my roommate, it's- it's- it's cool, it's cool.

Bad: You got Pac, after all. Your roommate.

Fit: My roommate, My roommate.

Empanada: sure tell yourself that

Bad: [Cracks up]

Bagi: [Also cracking up] Oh Empanada, I love you so much! You're definitely my daughter! You're so my daughter! Here- Empanada, here's another cookie for you!

Fit: [Groans] I'm catching strays, I'm catching strays from an Egg today, oh no...

Bad: This is great! Oh, my goodness...

Empanada: you wore each others clothes tio

Fit: Yeah, but that- but I mean, that was- I- I know it- it- um...

Bad: I love this, this is great.

Fit: I got nothing, I got nothing... I got no defense to that.

#Bagi #FitMC #Badboyhalo #QSMP #Hideduo #FitPac #Empanada #I couldn't make this clip any shorter because we got serious lore stuff AND FitPac content #Couldn't split it in half so here. Long transcript be upon ye #Edited #Anyways I'm editing this at midnight like a lunatic. I should be asleep. I'm so tired #OTL #November 28 2023 #love that Em went 🤨 and Fit was like ''no'' and then everyone IMMEDIATELY was like ''oh yeah because you like Pac right?'' #love that Fit just completely ignored what Bad said in favor of talking about Pac. He's so funny #also Bagi gushing over how much she loves Em was SO CUTE #:')

[mmyashas]

PEPITO'S DIARY P1 (TRANSLATED WITH INTENTIONAL SPELLING ERRORS)

(1/12)

nobember thirty :D

==============

the deluxe apartment of my bro richas is huge, it'd be better if it was red RED red

today apa roier was lik fracmented, a bit weird

uncle pac is a big pepito :D a friendly pepito

(2/12)

nobember fibe

==============

today uhen i woke up they beat me up it was really weird it's that richas was very very jealous of me because of uncle forever D:

i didn't want to eat his cookie!! but after he was happy :D i met and i have two new friends :o

(3/12)

pomme and empanada :D they're pepitos but pretty, pomme is very brave and protected me! and uncle bad did too :D uncle forever and aunt bagi made me have a very very fun day and now i have a new outfit like real gucci

ohsonofabitch

i will go mimi, i miss apa roier ):

#qsmp #qsmp pepito #long post

[fryingtimes]

I just know Empanada is giggling because she won fr. She spent the first few days being told that she can't "only have sweets" and now if her moms don't get her cookies she literally dies.

#qsmp #qsmp empanada

[soulfireblue]

the egg watching morning/evening split between tubbo and bad is like

tubbo:

sunny every day sunny wakes up

empanada if she's on and bagi's not there

ramon if he's on and fit's not there

chayanne if he's on and phil's not there (hasn't happened as often recently but he's mentioned wanting to)

tallulah if she's on and phil's not there (has happened a few times over christmas)

richas is usually with a parent at this time so sometimes he'll come by to say hi but doesn't stay.

bad:

dapper every day dapper wakes up

pomme pretty much every day pomme wakes up

richas if he's on and a parent's not there (and let's be real this is most nights)

pepito if pepito's on and roier or quackity isn't there

leo if she's on and foolish's not there (i saw this more before the eggs disappeared)

sometimes morning eggs will get handed off to bad if they want to stick around after tubbo leaves, or they'll want to go hang out with bad while tubbo is still there like em today. i wouldn't be surprised if (and i'm hoping that we will) start to see tallulah hanging out with bad more too. <3

then sometimes tubbo comes back and hangs out with eggs in the evening, recently ending up with a combination of pomme, richas, and/or pepito of the night eggs. if either bad or tubbo is watching eggs and the other logs on, there's a decent shot some eggs will start bouncing between them.

also interesting to note is that each of the morning eggs are tubbo's family in some way (his daughter, his daughter's sister, his and sunny's brother, and his godkids), so that's the main reason they'll log on to hang out with him and sunny. if any of the other eggs who aren't really related to him wanted to wake up to hang out with him, i'm sure he'd be happy to have them, but the morning eggs are comfortable hanging out with him because he is family.

bad is also family to the eggs he watches (dapper and pomme are his kids), but for some of them it started partly because he's stepped up to help complete egg tasks/cookies when their parents aren't around. though tallulah hasn't spent as much time with him recently, that was once true for her, too. and then there's richas who just loves hanging out with his siblings and bad lol

#qsmp #qsmp tubbo #tubbo #qsmp badboyhalo #badboyhalo #i love the island babysitters <3 #soul sacrificers #also like i am aware other people babysit eggs too #for instance foolish was watching pepito recently and now counts for cookies for him :D #sometimes they'll be watched by other people or bounce between bad/tubbo and others #but the eggs do seem to gravitate towards bad and tubbo <3 #and i wanted to look at the split between morning and night and who watches who

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

It's time for the January Summary!

Let's begin with the (not very surprising) highest win count!

Richarlyson

Surprising absolutely noone, Richas has gotten the most wins, at a whopping 7/26! He's been voted most likely to:

Start the Warrior Cats roleplay

Get banned from the Warrior Cats roleplay

Start the NERF fight

Eat the raw cookie dough

Eat the mud pies

Throw the Wii remote into the wall

Get really weird while sick

That's a lot for a little ovo! You all scare me sometimes.

SunnySideUp

Our favorite princess arrives with an impressive 5/26 polls won! They've been voted most likely to:

Hyperfixate on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Have a "magical destiny" complex

Have the largest stuffed animal collection

Be very into the original (2014 and before) Barbie movies

Collect Loom Bands

That all seems to be very in character for her.

Pepito

I can't deny that Pepito is one of my favorites, but clearly Pepito is yours too, with 4/26 polls being won! Pepito has been voted most likely to:

Have the pet goldfish replaced weekly without noticing

Mistake an opossum for a cat and keep it as a pet

Watch "Hey Bear Sensory" videos for hours on end

Sit 3 inches away from the TV because Pepito wants glasses

We love Pepito here, don't we.

Chayanne

With 3/26 polls won, you can certainly tell he's picked up some habits from his father. Chayanne has been voted most likely to:

Teach the local corvids to rob people

Have a hyperfixation on Mythology

Attempt to fly off the roof with fake wings

I'm glad we all agree here.

Leonarda

I have to be honest, I don't see Leonarda that often. But it seems like you all love them very much, with 3/26 polls won, including being the winner of the FIRST ever poll on this blog! Leo has been voted most likely to:

Try and sneak a muddy stray dog into the house

Ride the family dog into 'battle'

Build the biggest snowman (very closely tied with Dapper!)

I hope her and her 193838 dogs do alright this month.

Dapper

While he hasn't won that many polls, the 2/26 that he has have made complete sense. Dapper has been voted most likely to:

Be like Sid from Toy Story with all of his toys

Actually summon a demon during the slumber party (and the most intense sweep, with over 80% of the votes!)

Who can blame him for needing more juice from his dad, right?

Tallulah

She's only won 1/26 polls, but hooooo boy did you all get heated about that one. Despite the attempts at sweeps, Tallulah has been voted most likely to:

Be a horse girl

Don't listen to the haters, queen. You can be a horse girl if you want.

Empanada

I hope our girl gets more love this month, with only 1/26 wins for January! Empanada was voted most likely to:

Have a stuffed animal net above their bed and have trouble sleeping for fear that it will fall on them in the middle of the night

That one is definitely a mouthful.

Ramón & Pomme

While these two didn't get any wins for January, I have high hopes that they will do just fine for February. After all, they'll have ~58 chances to do so!

God help me.

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp dapper #qsmp ramón #qsmp leonarda #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp pomme #qsmp pepito #qsmp empanada #qsmp sunny #qsmp sunnysideup #Month recap #I am honestly afraid of doing this when the February polls finish. There will be so many

[honestsycrets]

Amor y Respeto II: Corazón [Miguel O'Hara x Reader]

chapter I: mi alma

❛ pairing | miguel o’hara x reader

❛ type | continuation of one shot.

❛ summary | you're trying to forget miguel with hobie's help on the field. but miguel isn't quite ready to let go.

❛ tags | jealousy, latina reader, slightly nsfw (only nudity), spanish is not translated, some mention of blood and wounds, violence, some paranoia, miguel is not pleased, an attempt was made at british slang, some creative liberties.

❛ sy’s notes | gif credit to aehanse. a little reference to gilgamesh with a golden bull in this chapter because i wanted a simple anomaly and for some reason a golden bull just makes me giggle a bit.

Miguel only left Nueva York for very important reasons. Very important reasons usually entailed a little stress relief at the end of a very stressful day. Very important reasons like your gentle fingertips running over his sweaty chest. Very important reasons like your plush lips wrapped around his--

“No chance,” Lyla chittered in his ear. “There’s the whole ‘I don’t love you’ thing. And that kiss?” 

A headache was brewing: everything twinkled, glistened, and refracted light.

“I was there, Lyla. Could do without the reminder.” 

“Really because--” 

“I can fix it,” Miguel growled, clawing past the tall buildings rife with beautiful flowers. It was your favorite time of year. The perfect time to go to the balcony and wait for him to follow behind, to pick off the yellow pollen that dusted his burnt umber hair.

When he finally breached your plant-filled balcony, the window was open despite his warnings to keep it closed. You loved the light and drew the blinds open day by day to let in the bright light of the day. In contrast, he could have done without the bright light streaming in during his early morning visits. That wasn’t wholly the issue. The issue was anyone who wanted to watch you sleep in your love-rustled sheets could. He could.

Miguel’s hands hooked on his slender hips. He glanced at the offensive presence of a singular powdery pink rose in a vividly graffitied cup that he hadn’t given you. He didn't need to guess to know who had. As your shorthair cat trotted into your bedroom, he realized that the rest of the apartment was empty. He wouldn’t be mewing at him if you were singing in the kitchen and making cookies that he shouldn’t eat. It's little, you would guilt him and squish a bite-sized morsel in his mouth. 

Miguel jerked his head to the side and threw a look at Lyla. She threw up her hands in response. They came to the same conclusion. “The roof?” 

There wasn't a worse time to climb the last few floors of your apartment. Light battered his senses as the sun crested past the rooftops of your city and emitted pastel crystal hues. Soon, the night would fall on your busy city and cloak it in darkness. In the darkness, problems always arose.

"Se dice-- never mind, it's a pastellio," you brushed off the small chunks of crystal that nipped at your forearms and picked a chunk up off of a paper-thin napkin. The crumbly remnants held their own memories. Memories of your fingers sealing pastry dough over a cool picadillo, arguing about the quality of HQ cafeteria’s empanadas all by yourself despite knowing that he liked them. They didn’t taste the same lately.

“Tastes like a meat pie,” Hobie waggled a crusty corner. “Must be a meat pie.” 

You brought the rim of an opaque brown glass bottle to your lips. The malt drink coursed down your throat slowly, leaving your throat cool and refreshed. Just the way you wanted to feel after a long day of work. “If that’s a meat pie, this is beer.” 

Hobie-- Miguel sneered. There had some alternative, impure reason he was here. Maybe it was to piss him off, to distract him from the work really at hand. If that was it, he lamented, he was doing a good job. Why else would he be here?

“A kiddy beer,” he flicked over one of his empty beer bottles. “Listen. You coming to see the concert?” 

“Whose?” 

“Mines, who else?” he answered. “Gwen’ll be there.” 

“It’s not really my scene, Hobie,” you said. “Don't you think I’m a bit old for that sort of thing?” 

“Old?” Hobie chirped after you. You swayed under the force of his playful punch to your shoulder and returned one to his willowy arm. Your eyes turned back to the crystalized sun dipping beneath the horizon. He sucked his tongue against the roof of his tongue. “Letting that muppet shoot his cum in ya is the only thing that’s gonna make you old. Complicit. You wanna be complicit?” 

“¡Fo! Gross, stop,” you dropped your drink to the side and flopped back onto the unforgiving concrete roof. But he had a point, your palm migrated over your belly. His spunk was probably still wiggling around in your stomach. Miguel simpered in the shadows.

“You never see these autocrats for who they are," he lamented.

“It has nothing to do with… Hobie. Hobie, my love isn’t politic--”

“Everything is political.” 

“Hobie, I take care of him-- them,” you motioned to your city, glittering in the fading sunlight. “For love and laughter. That’s what we all deserve. Love and laughter. Miguel wants it too, he’s just,” Incapable or unwilling, you suppressed. “Complicated.” 

“Complicated,” Hobie spat out as though it offended him. “It ain't complicated to me. He don’t love you. Half the time he don’t even like you.” 

“But I love him.” 

“His love? It ain’t enough.” 

“It matters to me.” 

A low growl emanated from his deep chest. It was enough to cause your heads to wrack around in his direction. Miguel steeled his body against the wall he dangled from, shielded in the dark crystally shadows of a mural.

“Should we--” you stared at the wall, eyes narrowing.

Fuck.

“Ain’t nothing to be worried about. Probably a rat— a big rat,” Hobie lurched over your body. His long and lanky arms caged your body beneath him. It was a universe apart from Miguel’s well-corded arms, broad and strong. Arms that, at the moment, Miguel used not to spring off the wall.

“It’s his muscles.”

“¡Ay cállate! Why is it always his muscles?” You ruptured into laughter and reached up to push him away by his thick wicks. You crawled out from underneath Hobie and stretched out your arms behind your back. Tension unwound from Miguel with an exhale of stale air from his lungs.

“You got a type,” Hobie lazed his elbow over his knee. 

“You don’t know any of my exes, Hobie,” you swept up your trash and covered your head with your rebozo-like cowl. At that exact moment, your watch blared. “And you ain’t know mine, either.”

“Vente, Corazón. I have a call.”

Corazón?

“Can’t handle it yourself?” Hobie hopped up and adjusted his guitar, slouching off his shoulder. 

“Just because I can, doesn't mean I have to,” you took a step to the edge of the rooftop. You turned your hands up. “C'mon, I’ll even make you cookies.” 

Make him cookies. You would change out of your blood-smattered outfit into a little slip to make Hobie, a man that you knew he had a very poor opinion of, cookies. A man that was reckless in life, reckless in HQ, and would not take orders that didn’t benefit his perception of the world. His breathing hitched, heavy and sharp, to keep his rage in check. If you respected him, you would never invite Hobie anywhere near your apartment. Especially not at night. What were you thinking? 

“That your way of keeping me for the night?” Hobie asked. “Think I’ll get lucky?”

“Is it working?” 

You looked Hobie over once, starting at his boots and ending at Hobie’s pierced lip. Your lips budded in a terrible smile. A look that Miguel did not like, not at all. You turned and stepped off the building, out of his field of vision. Hobie followed soon after.

The sun faded far past the horizon, cloaking Miguel in solitary indigo darkness. His fingers teased the ochre face of his watch-- he had things to do.

You didn’t need backup. 

You crawled out of the rubble of one of your favorite flower shops. Bits of lavender crystal embedded in your arm drew blood down your arm. As of late, it felt as though you couldn’t do anything right. Hobie was a consistent fixture in your life and fixed the amateur mistakes you were making day by day without mentioning your incompetence. He was good to you.

This time was different. You recognized this anomaly from another time, but not another place. It was here, at the intersection of Cereza and Trini, that months ago that Miguel and you-- No, you did not need backup. You didn’t need him.

The thick, muscular leg of the stupid bull stormed by. The thing was comically obnoxious. Just as obnoxious as the ache in your chest every morning when you woke up alone in your bed with Miguel visiting… not even once in the past few days. You wondered if he even thought of you.

“Miss Spider lady, are you okay?” a little girl with thick brown pom-pom puff hair and the warmest caramel eyes asked. Usually, she sold singular flowers at the cash register of her parent’s shop. You hated to think what hardship would come to them because of your inadequacy. If you could control your emotions, as Miguel rang true, this never would have happened.

“Si, si, Zaniah,” your head spun with the pain radiating from your side. You broke something, and of course, it wasn’t healing. You blamed him. Your feet stumbled forward in a line. You didn’t want to see the headlines of this one. Most spiders dealt with villains worth the name, villains with prowess. You? A shiny fucking bull from heaven. “No te preocupes, go, go.” 

“Mami, mami!” the little girl shrieked and bolted, her flowy purple cape dissipated as she disappeared into the back. You felt bad for the mother that would have to deal with that for the next few days as you broke into a run, flexing your wrist for webbing. 

If you could just-- trip the damn thing. Then, somehow, with enough time you could… oh, you didn’t know, bind its legs? Or bind its legs first then tip? But where would you even tip without casualties? Maybe, if you were lucky, you could lure it to the river-- but that was on the outskirts of town. You were running out of time. You had to deal with it. Had to. What would that little girl think? What would Miguel think? 

“You sure you don’t need backup?” Lyla asked, her gilded frame bending at the waist. "Because you look like you need backup."

“Si,” you hissed. “I am sure, Lyla. I don’t need anyone. And I especially don't need Miguel. I got this.” 

Your red boots connected with its fuzzy back. Its great, golden chain skid across the concrete floor, emitting an awful hissing noise. You seized its collar and jammed your heels into its back to try and force the thing to heel. It wasn’t. Despite your strength, you weren’t strong enough to do it on your own. The pressure on the side of your rib cage was becoming immense. Breathing became a chore. 

“No you don’t,” she sang. 

It was moments later that the bull howled pitifully. It slid on its side, crunching old cars and taking out rusty street lamps under its thick muscle. Despite digging your heels in, the damn thing whirled you off like a children’s dreidel. The force of the impact thrust you off its back and into a rusty tow truck. The pain burned low in your back. Hobie: to the rescue again. At some point, you were going to have to give him something better than cookies.

“Get up,” rasped your backup, cloaked in vast dark blue and red. Not Hobie, then. Your hazy eyes were playing tricks on you. You heaved out rattly breaths as you obeyed, or tried to obey the dumb big man in your life.

It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Heavy and hard, your limbs fought the attempt to move. Before you could complain a minute further about how fucking infuriating it was to have him run to your aid, your world eclipsed into the darkness. 

You woke up with a pulsing headache and the very unwelcome sight of Jess. Through her yellowy glasses, you recognized her colorful kaleidoscope of emotions: annoyance, derision, and eventually… relief. It wasn’t the infirmary. The bed was too comfortable for that. You quickly realized that you were in his room with nothing but one of his annoying tech bandages mummified to your chest. You knew from that alone that you were in for it-- if not for her face becoming increasingly more stoic. They should have been siblings.

“You needed backup,” her arms encircled her belly. “Didn’t you?” 

Your eyes fell to the soft sheets that tickled your skin. Breathing was still hard, harder with the anxiety of knowing a lecture was headed your way. You couldn’t lie to Jess. Tears pricked your cheeks and you tried to steel your heart from them.

It was impossible. His room overwhelmed you: from his rich scent that perfumed the sheets you laid on to the air you breathed. He was close by. That alone was more stress than you could handle.

“I know Jess. I needed backup. Pero, the anomaly, it was-- I thought I could handle it.” 

“Pero nothing,” she held a gloved hand up. “Girl, I don’t need your excuses.” 

“But I’ve called Hobie too much this week.” 

“Is Hobie the only one here? You could have called me. Or-- and I’m just being crazy here. Miguel? Your man?” she rolled her head toward the back of the room. She must not have heard. You followed her gaze to where he stood, his uniform flopped unceremoniously about his waist. Your heart strummed and skipped a beat. With her words, Miguel turned his eyes up from the wound at his waist-- to your eyes. They pierced your heart in the darkness. He would have come.

“You know what? I’ll just leave you two alone.” 

“No, no, no Jess, por favor--” She left without another word. Punishment in its own right. Your hand approached your chest, covering your cleavage from his sight. His hand swayed over the pad to lock the door shut. 

Your head dropped back on his flat pillows. Whether it was the bundles of discomfort at his presence or actual shots of pain, the awkward silence was growing increasingly too much for you to handle. He brought you here, into his bed, for a reason you couldn’t understand. You both were done. Finished. Miguel didn’t seem to think so.

“You act as if I haven’t seen you naked before.”

Maybe, he had seen you naked before. He had no right to anymore. You opened your eyes to look at him, noting the strong scent of sweat permeating his skin and the warm sheen that dusted his chest. You had your increased senses to thank for that. You swallowed air in forceful gulps and burrowed painful shockwaves in your chest. If nothing else, you could at least swallow pain with some honor.

Everything that Miguel did had a purpose. You couldn’t help but eye the way his thumbs looped around his waistband to draw his pants lower, freeing his swarthy skin from indigo fabric. Your eyes fell on his flaccid cock that sat on a tuffet of his thick black pubic hair, chased the curve sight of his shapely ass, and settled on his strong rideable thighs. It was the least egregious sight to stare at. He slipped the suit over his shoulder, raising his brown brows in unison. 

“And as if you haven’t seen me naked before, either.” 

“It… it’s been a while.” Your eyes darted past his figure to the door. You were sure it was locked.

"Has it really?" Miguel threw out as he disappeared into his bathroom. For a moment, you debated running. Your heart ached with the knowledge that he would just come to find you. He left knowing that you would not disobey him because, after everything, you respected his wishes. 

What Miguel's wishes were today was up for debate. The only thing you were sure of was the gentle pitter-patter of water droplets, the steam that emanated from the bath, and his lofty figure swaying in the distance. The warm certainty that filled your body knowing that he would come back to bed. Because that’s what Miguel did when you were hurt: he paid attention. 

He came back into the room nude, ruffling his hair with a fluffy towel. You couldn’t convince yourself to act as if you were asleep. His presence shattered any illusion of ignoring him, even with the expressionless way he considered you tonight. He was utterly intolerable.

After an eternity boxed in with your thoughts, reality came as Miguel, a smooth wall of muscle, clambered into the bed. The bed shifted under Miguel’s weight. Just as you predicted, the warmth of his chest was against your slight back and his large palm was flat against your stomach. 

You broke up with him for a reason, you broke up with him for a reason— Miguel didn’t seem to care about those delicate details. He caressed your neck with his nose. His lips dragged over your unmarked skin. As certain as a clock was to click, your body became slick with anticipation. You knew he could tell. 

You were weak. Weak out there. Weak in here. Weak everywhere.

“You smell… different.”

“Miguel, por favor,” you breathed, thready and thin. “It’s just Hobie.”

“Hobie?” he growled. Miguel’s hand encompassed the large space of your belly. Your legs shifted as Miguel held you a little firmer. You expected his hand to move lower, but he didn’t.

“Hm. Why would it be Hobie?” he asked, his voice dripping dangerously low. “Is there something I should know, Corazón?”

“No, I, no,” you stammered. He knew. Though you said the words, they felt cut off from what you were saying. As though the threat of his rejection took over all the confidence in your world. "You were watching?"

You turned in his arms to face him. His forehead creased in disapproval. You opted to press your forehead against his, running your nose against his, breath puffing his lips.

"You thought I wouldn't," he said. His eyes spun with sharpness, searching your face for evidence of the truth. As though he were asking if you’d been unfaithful despite the breakup. Your face was always pitifully easy to read. Even with the breakup, he could read your intentions as clearly as the words on his lab screens.

"I didn't think you cared."

You were used to a Miguel who crept into your bedside window, slunk into your bed, and woke you up from your slumber with the weight of his body between your legs. A Miguel that only had time for brief moments of pleasure and successful results. This Miguel was different.

"You know I do."

And there it was. He pushed himself free of the bed in search of pants. You watched him pull them over his ass before he flopped into the one chair in the middle of his room, head in his hand. Lyla, he rumbled something under his breath you couldn’t quite hear. Your senses were dull, something you equated to the exhaustion and sleepiness that threatened to overtake you at any given moment. 

“Something is different. And it isn’t him,” he sneered. 

You missed the warmth of his body against yours. The ginger way he touched you just moments before. After days of being without his touch, you missed the simple things. Like the way he touched you. The way he focused on you alone in a room full of others. You hated yourself for craving it. You made a choice. Why couldn’t you stick with it? 

“What did I do wrong now?” Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth. It was the very cottonmouth you feared you would have when telling Miguel about Gwen and Miles. Your mind was too hazy to rationalize what you possibly could have done this time. Miguel would always be an impenetrable castle, one you could admire from afar but never enter. 

“Nothing!” He snapped. You recoiled from the shrill in his voice. Miguel ran his hand through his hair, easing his tone down to a murmur. He threw you a small, bittersweet glance. Almost a smile. “Muñeca, you did nothing wrong. Get some rest.” 

He sat there a moment longer. A frown grew on his lips as Miguel stood up and walked toward the door. After one, two, then three attempts to open the door, his closed fist slammed a hole into the siding. It finally whirled open and allowed him to exit. It left you in the sea of silence that was his dark room. You never liked waking up in his room alone. It was bare, too bare, for anyone to live in. You worried that his mind was just like that.

“Lyla? Lyla, I want to go home.” 

It was a long time-- too long-- before she answered. “You should sleep.” 

And though she advised that, it was a restless night.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara oneshot #miguel/reader #miguel o'hara/reader #across the spiderverse imagine #atsv imagines #atsv imagine #atsv x you #atsv x reader

[tubborucho]

This was a good Tubbo stream for me for a number of reasons, but I want to highlight some of Tubbo and Empanada moments, because I need them to officially be father and daughter:

• Asked for a copy of a picture with Em surrounded by hummingbirds to put in a bunker

• Said he will build a hummingbird room/a birdhouse for her in the house

• Counts Em’s cookies as 8 on autopilot and needs to be corrected that it’s 16 each stream (bullshit)

• Doesn’t feed Sunny her cookies right now because he wants to feed her and Em at the same time so Panada wouldn’t feel left out

• Always checks up on her and makes sure she is happy, at this point habitually searching not only for Sunny but for her as well

In conclusion, she is his daughter. He is her father. They are family.

Next time we will talk about how important Tubbo as a godfather is to Chayanne and how he desperately wants to be closer.

#liss writes posts #qsmp #qsmp tubbo #qsmp empanada #qsmp chayanne

[qtubbo]

Honestly a good way to note on how much Tubbo cares about the eggs, was when he was taking care of Empanada for the week, so he added her to his cookie count needed. Then he found out Fit may be gone and unable to feed Ramon, so he added Ramon to the cookie count. Then he realized that Phil would be gone for a trip, so he added Tallulah and Chayanne to the list. He was working the whole week for that cookie count, he did not feed Sunny to full even though he could because he wanted to feed Empanada at the same time. It didn’t matter which egg, if they needed him it was no questions asked he would instantly offer to take care of them. He didn’t need to in the end, but he was also planning with it in mind.

#qsmp #Qsmp tubbo #qsmp eggs