Fixed Some Errors In The Aaron Warner Hc!!

Outer Banks s02e04-s02e06: “Dad. I’m Sorry. I Was Gonna Be Better, You Know? I Was Planning On Getting Clean. …But I Know You Don’t Believe Me.”

— 🕸️ : ꒰ work mom. ꒱

pairing :: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

synopsis :: you constantly doted on miles, causing you to earn the title of “work mom.” but… does that make miguel his dad in this scenario?

warnings :: sfw!! miles refers to reader as his work mom. super fluffy and no other warnings apply!

etc :: this is so self-indulgent, but i hope you guys enjoy! had a lot of fun with this one!

You had taken a liking to Miles.

You saw yourself as not a mentor, but a mother. Not that he needed one, certainly not. But whenever he came to HQ, you always made sure he was healthy, as happy as he could be, and certainly eating. Before you knew it, you were grabbing food from the cafeteria and making sure he had some whenever he visited.

Miguel took notice of this.

Bringing it to your attention was another thing. Miguel tried whispering it to you, gesturing to the food in your hands.

“You’re being too soft on him.”

But of course you denied, shook your head, and walked past him. You had a right to be soft on him, especially after everything that happened. So of course you were going to spoil him, make sure he took care of himself. It was like you had taken him under your metaphorical wing, watching over him even though it’s not like he really needed it.

“He’s not going to break, you know.”

Miguel grumbled through an empanada one day, you having brought him lunch as well. You were used to eating alone with him, but brought up eating in the cafeteria with the others. He knew why.

“No need to be grumpy, love. Just wanting to help you be more social, that’s all.”

His deadpan look of disgust towards your comment made you chuckle through your own meal.

“You’re wanting to check on him and Gwen, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t deny, had no way of doing so when it came to him. So you shrugged your shoulders and placed a kiss on his forehead. “You know me so well.”

The next day, around the same time, you had managed to convince him to join you in the cafeteria. Begrudgingly, he sat beside you, his frame making yours seem much smaller in comparison.

“Can’t believe you managed to get his grumpy ass in here.” Miles said through his food, which once again, you had gotten him. “By the way, thanks so much, mom!”

There was a beat of silence as Miguel choked, coughing and banging a fist on the table.

“Sorry! That is NOT what I meant!”

Rubbing your hand over Miguel’s back while he still struggled to catch his breath, you beamed at Miles. “It’s quite alright! After all, I am like your work mom, huh? As normal as that could be in this situation.”

Miles stared at Miguel for a moment, before swallowing another bite. “Does… that make him my work dad?”

Miguel choked once again.

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

It happened a lot, these situations that proved to be domestic in some ways. Miles started hanging around you more often, enjoying your presence and sweet disposition. He wasn’t the only person who felt this way.

“You seem grumpy,” you chirped, poking at Miguel when he buried his head in your shoulder.

“It’s the kid.”

“Miles? You mean our adoptive work son?”

That caused a groan to leave him, baring sharp teeth for you to admire.

“You know, he called me mom again by accident today. I think it’s sweet.”

Miguel didn’t speak, only wrapping his arms around your waist in a means to feel closer to your warmth. His hands traced your hips, as if contemplating.

“Maybe.”

It was short and gruff.

“Maybe what?”

Another beat of silence.

“Maybe I’ll consider him my work son when he stops being such a pain in my ass.”

You giggled, running your hands through his slick hair. The sweet cowlicks that followed always made you beam down at him.

“Isn’t that what sons are for?”

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

The final straw was Miles running into the office, excitement following his every step towards you. Miguel heard him approach, his back turned to the boy as he worked.

You heard a call of your name, followed by a cheerful, “You won’t believe this!”

In his hands was a paper, one with a big, bright red ‘A’ drawn in a circle as if branded onto the material. It was the very same assignment he had come to you groaning about, worried about his grade since he had to miss so many of the classes.

“Look! Got an ‘A,’ thanks to your help, that is!”

You laughed, taking the paper from his grip and giving him a wide smile. “Aw, I knew you could do it! Nothing the great Miles Morales can’t handle!”

Little did you know, Miguel was watching. Crimson eyes taking in every detail, every smile and act of kindness. You truly were like a second mother to him, always supportive and helpful when you could be. It… Made his heart warm. Oddly enough.

“Once again, thanks, work mom. It still feels weird calling you that, but I can’t see you any other way now.”

Pulling him into a hug, you gave another light laugh. “I’m here for you always. See you later, Miles.”

As he turned to leave, proud parchment in tow, he turned to wave to Miguel. “Later, work dad!”

That had him jump out of his skin. So much for that sweet moment.

I have decided to take one for the team and write a Aaron Warner fic 🫡 (I’m still not even half way done 💀) ANYWAY who wanna get tagged when it’s finished ❓❔

Read it here.

POOKIE PLS NEVER STOP WRITING FOR AARON. YOURE HE ONLY GOOD WRITER AHHH PLS NEVER STOP

BRO I WON’T ME AND THAT MAN ARE LOCKED IN FR 😍🤞🔒

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Finished my masterlist 🤭

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: your baby pink porsche has a mysterious computer malfunction, and it won’t start. none of the experts your father hires have diagnosed what’s wrong with your car. so, following the suggestion of your father’s friend, you bring it to a particular shop where anakin works. though you both take an immediate dislike towards each other, meeting anakin is a mistake that leads to an illicit affair with him, a married man 12 years your senior.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 24k+

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 18+ MINORS DNI | modern au | anakin x fem!reader | mechanic!anakin | heiress!reader | age gap romance | reader is 21 | anakin is 33 | cheating | explicit language | explicit sexual content | enemies to lovers

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs:

1) dirty hands | tumblr link | ao3 link

2) test drive | tumblr link | ao3 link

3) running red | tumblr link | ao3 link

4) his little secret | tumblr link | ao3 link

5) hazards | tumblr link | ao3 link

6) wrecked | tumblr link | ao3 link

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“and for the first time in 93 years, the monaco grand prix is won by one of their own” 😭😭

one thing about me is i can excuse basically any crime if you serve enough cunt. murder, piracy, arson, cannibalism, theft, all of that is ok for me if you’re real sexy about it. i have a purely vibes-based morality system

hi! I just wanted to say how amazing your writing is! I could read your works all day, oh and I love your Aaron warner works 🤭 have the most amazing new year (it’s what you deserve) - lots of love, Jas <3 <3

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