stpd culture is thinking of a song right before it comes on/someone starts singing it and clearly that means ur psychic
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I met a guy four or three days ago at a friend's sister's quinceria, instantly became best friends with him, we cyber bullied my racist ex crush, played roblox together, and s*xted the other night and talked on the phone all night, and he told me on said video call when I asked him to call me baby-
"i love you babe"
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HOW.
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idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭
omg omg😭😭
you're laying in bed unable to fall asleep when it happens. your hand just creeps up his shirt.
miguel doesn't think much of it, you like the skin in skin contact- so does he.
it's when your hand hovers just under his pectorals that he turns to you and raises an eyebrow.
he's still working, hair tired back with one of your scrunchies and his tablet looks tiny in his massive hand. he'd been trying to hypothesise a re-calibration to his nano-bots all day.
"what do you want?" he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes.
your eyes are barely even open, your face turned to face his bicep. "can't sleep," you murmur, planting your hand on his chest and squeezing.
"oye," he bats at your hand when you do it a second time. you groan when his hand removes yours from under his shirt.
"miguel," you whine, drawing the syllables of his name out long.
"amor," he mocks your exact tone. "why're you grabbing my chest?" he drops your hand and cups your face, guiding your tired eyes to rest on his face.
"'cos it's comforting," your words sludge together but miguel makes you out just fine. he cracks a smile, you narrow your barely open eyes; "it is. helps me sleep."
"yeah?" he teases, and you nod. your hand slinks back up his shirt and rests on his chest, for the most part it's just an added heat to miguel's chest. "if you don't fall asleep any faster i'm calling bullshit."
you let out a tired giggle and slobber a kiss to his bicep; miguel waits five minutes and in no time he feels your breathing change- deeper now as you fall asleep.
he can't believe it.
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