helllooo! could i have some ttn hobie and r đ€ its a few days after she just came back home and theyâre just soo happy to have each other back đ„č
Thread the needle hobie and r my beloveds đ„° I hope you like it!
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.3k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for clothing, established relationship, set in my thread the needle series, best friends to lovers, cw food mentions, cw drinking mention, cw suggestive, fluff!
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Hobie feels like he just woke up from the best dream in the world only to be yanked away by his blaring alarm clock. As he groans atop his pillow, blindly reaching for the clock, he feels the cool metal of it, pressing the off button. But the ringing doesnât stop, the volume seems to increase even more as it deafens his ears. Annoyed, especially after a good dream, he takes the alarm clock and with a flick of his wrist, he tosses it over the wall, shattering it into pieces.
Hobie rolls over in bed, he takes a deep inhale of the chilly morning air and gets a whiff of your perfume. Itâs as if his dream is still lingering in his sleep-addled mind. Turning over to the bedside table all limp limbs moving sluggishly, Hobie opens the drawer and takes out another alarm clock identical to the one he broke and brings out a polaroid of you he took at the airport before you left. You were looking over your shoulder with a sad smile, eyes still glistening from the tearful goodbye as you lug behind your suitcase.
âMorninâ, love.â He says to the picture of you, bringing it to his lips before gently placing it down on the bedside table right next to your perfume you purposely left so he could spray it all over the houseboat whenever he misses you. Heâs on his sixth bottle, but whenever you two call, he shows you how much of the so-called original bottle is left.
Reluctantly sitting up, skin rising from the cold when the blanket falls from his bare torso, he has an intense urge to give you a call as he reaches for his phone. Heâs already out of international minutes for the month even though itâs just the second week, but he could still send you the traditional good morning text he sends you every morning. He just feels irritable the whole day whenever he forgets to do it.
With one bleary eye open, he yawns and checks his messages. Thereâs one from Ned and itâs just a simple, âwhat are you two doing tonight?â from him. He leaves it unopened to remind himself to reply to it later once heâs got some caffeine in him. Thereâs one from Yuri, and itâs all just exclamation marks for some reason, to which he just replies a bunch of question marks. James left him a voice message, and when he plays it itâs just him screaming on the phone and telling him to wear protection. His brow raises at that, maybe the bloke is just drunk again. But not a single one of those messages is from you, not even a goodnight on your end, or the usual retelling of your day.
Hobie immediately feels like his day is going awful. For one, he woke up from a dream where you came home as a surprise, and two, it seems that youâve forgotten to send him a text. He figures that youâre just busy, he understands that, but that doesnât mean heâs casual about it, nope, heâs not even nonchalant about it, heâs very chalant about it. He misses you so much that he could even hear you humming from the kitchen.
Wait. Heâs sure heâs not going insane.
Eyes widening, he flings the blankets off of him and rushes out of the bedroom and over to the kitchen with a slam of the door that heâs sure broke a part of the wall from the sheer force of it. He ignores the biting cold on his bare legs and torso as he sees you standing in the kitchen, wearing one of his old band tees and basking in the light whilst you make breakfast.
Hobie died in his sleep from all the beating from Doc Ock the other day and he has gone to heaven. Or thatâs what it feels like when he sees you.
âLove?â His voice is sweet and tender as he braces himself on the doorway.
âHey, morning, Hobs.â Your eyes glitters underneath the sunlight, head turning towards him, before your eyes roam down with a chuckle and a low whistle. âDamn, good morning to you too, Hobie junior.â
Ah, yes, thatâs why he feels cold, heâs as naked as the day he was born. Then he remembers, that wasnât a dream, you coming back home was real. Heâs never making drinks ever again when he makes them with too much alcohol to chaser ratio. He could blame you for distracting him too much whilst he made it and you were basically pawing at him, but he canât lie that it was a good distraction.
âFuckinâ hell, youâre real.â
âI knew that third G and T was too much.â Chuckling, you open your arms to him, and he grabs the nearest clothing from himâ your cardigan on the dining chair, as he ties it around his waist, walking over to you, eyes never leaving your form. âHi, Wallace.â
âMy Gromit.â Hobie wraps his arms around you, face burying in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose right at your pulse. âI thought I was dreaming.â
You coo, palms rubbing up and down his bare back as you warm him up with your touch. âDrinking was definitely a bad idea.â Giggling above his temple, you pepper the side of his face with kisses. âIâm here and Iâm real, Hobs.â
He sighs in relief, shoulders slacking, muscles easing as he cuddles close. ââm so fuckinâ glad it wasnât jusâ a dream.â
âMe too,â pecking his cheek, you cup his face in your warm hands and pull him away gently. The softened look on his face almost made you pull him back against you if not for the pancakes sizzling in the pan and teetering from becoming burnt rocks. âDid I hear something crash in the room?â
â...no.â he pouts as your hands leave his skin so you could turn to flip the pancakes with ease. His arms still hold onto you, his chest against your back as you feel him breathe and rest his chin on your shoulder. âIt was the alarm clock.â
âIâll get you an indestructible one.â
He hums, lips finding the hinge of your jaw as his kisses trail from your face down to your throat. âI have enhanced strength, lovie.â
âHobie, we need to have breakfast firstâŠâ you utter in between hitched breaths as his hands rub along your sides lovingly. âYou told me that you wanted pancakes last night.â
âDid I?â He pauses, lips just underneath your ear lobe. âI can wait. âm not that hungry. For pancakes anyway.â
âWhat do you think youâre doing, hm?â Giggling from his kisses, you lean against him, careful with the spatula in hand.
âMakinâ sure that âm still not dreaminâ.â His eyes are fully closed, kissing you blindly, as if heâs trying to remember your face through his lips.
âI can tell you that youâre not, Hobie.â You feel his rough palms go under your shirt, caressing your stomach affectionately.
âJusâ shut the stove off, lovie.â
Who are you to say no as you feel heat bloom in your stomach? You close the stove, turn around to face him and he pulls away briefly to lift you by your legs, hands underneath your thighs as he looks up at you with reverence.
âThereâs one thing we need to do to prove that weâre not dreaminââ
âAnd pray tell what is that?â Arms thrown over his neck, you beam at him, lower lip bitten to stifle a laugh.
âItâs in the bedroom though.â He feigns innocence, head tilted, the corner of his lips tugging into a not so subtle smirk.
Your grin was well worth the wait as your fingers gently tug at the curls on his nape. âShow me then.â
Hobie laughs, a hearty chuckle that you could feel reverberate through his chest as he carries you over to the bedroom and shuts the door closed with his foot. Itâll be a long and warm morning for the two of you.
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After a long art block, I finally managed to sketch something again with these two!
I want to show the Similarities that Father and Daughter share, I'll do more about this subject ^_^ Same questioning look, same way to eat, but Gabi prefers burritos!
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miguel notices something about you. something no other person close to him has ever doneâ when you're close to his arms, you bite.
you bite the absolute shit out of him. he often reminds you that he's not a chew toy and you're not a dog. but you still bite himâ. it's to the point that when you get excited he'll hurriedly put his forearm in front of your mouth so you have something to chew on during your excitement.
he gave it a few months and when you still didn't stop, he just let it happen. he lets you bite his arm, his hands, his fingers, his cheek, his nose, his lipsâ you've made him a chew toy. he'll never say it but he likes it. you're like a puppy, it's adorable, not that he'll ever say it out loud.
he also likes that you don't bite anyone but him, you don't bite hobie, not peter, not ben reilly, not pav, just him. hobie finds it hilarious, mostly because when you guys are just out 'n hanging out, if you get worked up he'll spot miguel stuffing his fingers in your mouth just so you can bite.
he gets teased about it for having a 'biting kink' but they don't understand that you've made him your personal chewing toy ! not that they'll listen.. he doesn't care. they all just expect to see multiple bite marks on his body when he's working out, some on his forearms, varying all the way to his neckâ its your love language he believes.
Do-May-Stic Day 25. Laughter (Miguel O'Hara x reader)!
Entry no. 25! Miguel deserves to laugh @domaystic
CW- Potentially inaccurate Spanish, kind of OOC, spider-person!reader but other than that, just fluff!
Word count- 288
âSo, I landed on the roof, all cool and badass when a pigeon just landed on my head and took a crap! It'll take forever to get the crap off my suit. Least it wasnât on the mask side of my face.â You chuckled as you finished your story. Miles, Gwen and Hobie cracked up laughing along with you. You held up your spider mask, the white pigeon poop dribbled on the back of it. Miles and Gwen made disgusted faces but kept laughing.Â
âI better get this cleaned, Iâll catch up with you guys later!â You smiled and waved as you headed towards the Spider-suit laundromat within the Spider Society. Still weird how they had everything. As you turned the corner, you noticed Miguel, trembling slightly as he looked towards the wall. Your eyes widened as you got closer, panic settling in your chest.Â
âMiguel? Is everything alright, mi CorazĂłn?â You asked as your hand settled on his shoulder. Miguel nodded.Â
âI-Iâll be fine.â Miguel tried to say before bursting out into a laugh. Your eyes widened. His laugh was hearty, his shoulders moving with every exhale.Â
âThe pigeon shit on your head.â He managed between gasps of breath. The gears clicked into place. Miguel had overheard your story to the other Spider-Men. You began laughing again too, grinning ear to ear. It was rare to see Miguel laughing so much. Especially over something so childish.Â
He slowly regained his composure and wiped some tears of laughter from his eyes. He took a deep breath before returning to his usual scowl.Â
âMake sure to get that cleaned of your suit, alright? Can't have you walking around with bird shit, mi CorazĂłn.â He said, cool as a cucumber.
Hi idk if you're taking asks but if you are can you please write Miguel with a pregnant wife?
Thank you in advance!!
i'm so sorry i'm replying to your asks so late, ive been soooo busy bro like im so fucked cuz i might be in legal trouble but like life happens innit.
anywaysssss, this ask is soooo cute omdss
after the birth of your daughter, Miguel has been obsessed with the idea of you being pregnant. him finding out that you were pregnant with another child had him jumping for joy. the man wouldn't let you lift a finger even if it was to change the TV channel. "princesa, make sure you take care of mommy for me, ok?" he says, giving his daughter a fat kiss across the cheek. your due date was soon approaching and the house was bare of groceries. "daddy, where do babies come from?" the 5 year old ask curiously. "ok, that's enough, daddy needs to go shopping," you said, picking up your child and telling Miguel to pick his jaw up off the floor. "come on bubba, lets go bake an apple pie," you waddled to the kitchen.
2 hours of chasing your daughter around with flour flew by, and before you knew it, your husband was home with several bags full of shopping. hearing the persistent screams of terror and her squeals of joy had Miguel standing on edge. he opened the door to the kitchen to find a horror scene. flour, milk eggs and butter was splayed all across the kitchen. the pie dough had just been made and was sitting haphazardly in the pie pot in the middle of the island. both you and your daughter froze, both exchanging looks of concern.
"i left you too alone, for 2 hours. and i come home to this mess you created. how could you do this to me. how could you have this much fun without me?" Miguel feigned hurt. "i can't believe-" he was cut off by a big fat splat on his face and the tale tell sounds of a high pitched giggle. a mixture of eggs and flour was dripping down his stern face. "oh, you are so getting it now," he sneers as his daughter squeals and runs around the kitchen. the sounds of her small feet slapping against the tiled floors.
his daughter cowed against a wall. realising she had nowhere so go, her shrieks increased in pitch. "now i've got you were i want," Miguel chuckles lowly. "now i've got you where i want," you exclaim raising your hands to dump half a bag of flour on his big head. you can't help it as you let out a loud laugh. Miguel sighed in defeat, smiling as he watched his two girls in pure joy. your bulbous belly had you waddling up the stairs with your daughter to go and wash her up before bed as it was getting late and there were eggs in her hair. Miguel had agreed to clean the kitchen and after some argument - since you were the one to mess it up - Miguel briefly shut you up and told you wash up and get ready for bed because tomorrow you guys had to go shopping for the baby and see if Miles was available to babysit your daughter when you went in labour.
your daughter was sound asleep and you'd just finish your skincare routine by the time Miguel came out of the shower. his towel hung low, just below his v-line. his abs glistening in your low bedroom light. his hair dripped down his neck. "you ready for bed, baby?" he asked, coming up behind you to put your butt-length braids into your bright pink bonnet matching with your pjs. he walked over to your shared bed, as you followed soon after. "she most definitely takes after you," you chuckle, facing your husband. "don't even. you and i know damn well she takes after you," he snaps. "well either way, she's honestly the best thing to have happened to us. and now we have another thing coming," you sigh rubbing your belly. "i wonder who he'll take over," Miguel says.
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Tags: fluff, suggestive, reunions, teasing, family planning
Word count: 0.8k
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A/N: I heard that the sequel isn't coming in 2025 but that won't stop me from writing fics for this amazing man.
"Mi vida, I'm home." Miguel heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, a good sort of comfort now in your current state. "Baby? Are you asleep?" You could pretend to be. Like you pretended all those night before, then wake up in the morning and wonder if he would be there or not. No. Not this time.
You waited for him to open the door, his charming, soft smile thrown your way, almost shaking your resolve.
"You didn't have to wait up for me you know, I don't mind cuddling up next to my-" He stopped talking once his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom and he saw your eyes red from crying, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You nodded. You were about to explain when he was in front of you in a flash, his hands pressing and prodding, looking you over. The bed dipped to one side under Miguel's weight, his worried expression turning a little angry, " Where does it hurt? Who hurt you? I'll make them regret it!"
You let out a long heavy sigh. Taking one of his hands you placed it above your heart and then pointed your finger at him, finally meeting his eyes with your being full of tears, "You hurt me."
"What?" He looked like you just slapped him, which would have been preferable, he would hardly feel that. But your words, they cut deep. "What do you mean? Was I rough with you last night? You told me it was-"
"Oh for gods sake Miguel, I'm not talking about that. I'm not physically hurt." You backed up a bit, putting some space between you two. It was a little empty space, easy to close, yet it felt like you were worlds, universes apart, "I don't ever see you anymore. You go on missions, you come back, you... fuck me and then you leave. Do you really not get how that makes me feel? How... used and alone I feel?"
The sex was good. The sex was damn good. Perfect even. He was so close to you, he was smiling at you, you were one with him, holding him, feeling him everywhere, kissing him. But those moments, they passed way too quickly for your liking and then you were empty and alone again.
"Is that really how you feel?" He sounded like he couldn't wrap his head around what you were saying. At the same time you could see it on his face that he was putting the puzzle pieces together. "I love you, more then anything, you're the most important person in this or any universe to me. I... would stop. If you wanted me to. We could settle down, buy a bigger house, start a family, like we talked about."
"How? How can you say that when you leave without... without even telling me? Your job is important, I understand that, but for the love of god Miguel, I'm your girlfriend! I at least deserve to know when you're leaving don't I? What if... what if one day you... what if you don't come back to me?" You started hiccuping while you cried, your body shaking from the wave of emotions that you were finally able to unleash. There was a part of you that felt like it was selfish, that Miguel wasn't yours to keep and that doing so would mean a lot of people would get hurt. Did you deserve him in the first place?
Miguel's arms wrapped around your smaller frame, you could hear his heart beating quickly, you could feel him shaking along with you while he balanced himself on his knees, his suit flickering on and off. "I would never abandon you. Even if I have to crawl back from Hell itself I'd find a way to come back to you. I made up my mind long ago, when I die it will when we're both old and I lost all my hair."
"And we have grandkids running around?" You whisper against his chest, voice still raw from crying and nose stuffed from sniffles.
"So many grandkids. We're gonna have a big family, just like we planned. I know its hard right now but its almost over okay? Then we can settle down anywhere you want." Miguel cupped the back of your head as his lips pressed to your forehead, lingering there for the longest time, "Nothing is more important then you. Nothing."
"I want at least three kids." He nodded, "A big house in the country side." A nod, "A big, cuddly dog." Another nod, "And you in my bed every night." He kissed you, not caring the least that you tasted like tears. But he didn't stop there. His hands lifted you up by the hips, your legs wrapping around his body as you felt yourself being lowered on the bed.
You felt his suit vanish and warm muscles take its place, "Three kids. That's a lot of work. We should practice as much as we can." Miguel smirked like an idiot while he undressed you, ready to prove his love to you.
ê° âĄ ê± â miles says something that hurts your feelings and is trying to make up for that
includes; black fem reader, a bit angsty, fluff at the end, kisses, nicknames like ma, baby, mami and etc
âbaby open the doorâ he sighs, leaning his forehead against your bathroom door. his heart hurts every time he hears you sob and sniffle..all because of him.
âleave me alone miles, i donât want to deal with you right nowâ you breathe out shakily, wiping your eyes and cheeks from the tears. âi really donât so please just leaveâ
he closes his eyes and stays still, not wanting to leave and allow you to be by yourself. itâs not the first time that you both have your arguments and disagreements. you both start quarrelling then to the both of you distancing to calm down before coming back to speak to one another calmly. just 3 simple steps thatâs gotten you both a long way into the relationship but it seems as you were still stuck in the second step; distancing.
he knows what he said was wrong, he didnât mean it and he genuinely isnât lying it wasnât even supposed to come out of his mouth- the thought wasnât even directed towards youâ he doesnât even know anymore he just want to reconcile with you and hold you again. but he knew the moment what he said hurt you by the look in your eyes. the way your waterline filled with tears, an expression of heartbreak and your body slowly going from tense and confident to relaxed and defeated. the room was quiet and all you both did was stare at each-other. miles was just trying to find something to say when he looks at the tears slowly cascading down your brown cheeks, another hole opens in his heart.
âbaby..â he stutters a bit but you turn and walk towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you sit on the floor of the small room, crying into your hands replaying those same 6 words again and again
âi wish i never met youâ
to someone else, possibly, it could seem that she is overreacting but to you it tore you into some indescribable. miles is the type of person to keep everything to himself but when he met you all of that changed and was happy he did meet you, he really did. so now him saying he never wished he did, felt like you've just been stringed along this entire time. you know he said it out of anger and you know he didn't mean it but the thoughts swarming in your head, the train of thoughts being filled with passengers of insecurities overrules it in a millisecond.
â âm not leavingâ he shakes his head, sighing softly. âplease just let me explain myselfâ explain what miles?â you cut him off abruptly, roughly rubbing your now irritated eye.
âyou said it, itâs been said and it seems like youâve been meaning to say it for a while nowâ you mumbled, not having the energy to even speak.
âi was just- ma, i was just overthinking and you were just talking to me at the same time so it was just too much for me to focus in that moment baby okay? iâm sorryâ he apologizes, his expression turned into a slight look of desperation. âopen the door for me? please?â he asks, quietly.
again it was silent and it was something he didnât like either. the silence continues for at least 2 minutes before he hears the door unlock and open. he is revealed to his tired looking girl, eyes red and puffy from crying, and body stance just lazy looking all ready to give up.
he stares at you with a look of guilt and regret. he walks towards you slowly and cups your face into his calloused hands , just watching your every move 'n seeing you lean into his warm hands, closing your eyes with a quiet sigh, not knowing what say towards your boyfriend at all in the moment. it was just like that for what felt like forever. just him watching your face and all of your features carefully like he wouldn't remember If you were to just disappear right now.
"baby I-" he cuts himself off, wanting to word his messed up and crazy thoughts properly. "I love you- I'm in love with you" he mumbles, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your cheek and getting you to open your red eyes to look at him tiredly. "I never. ever. want you not to be in my lifeâŠno lo entiendes (you donât understand), I need you." his voice gets deeper but softer as he moves his head closer to yours, placing his forehead gently on your own. "today I failed you as your boyfriend by saying something that I didn't even mean to you..I know what I said was wrong, I do mama, I do. I never meant to hurt youâŠ" he whispers, pecking your lips softly. "I can't and wouldn't ever leave you alone, knowing I hurt you like this and enough to make you cryâŠthats something I wouldn't be able to even go up to my mother and tell her" he chuckles half heartedly, shaking his head and exhaling.
"..I am really sorry mami" he then kisses you deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer just to feel your body against his own. you sigh once more, hugging him and kissing him back with two hands on either side of his face. he relaxes and picks you up, lips still intact and carries you to your bed, sitting down and placing you on his lap. you both separate for some air, panting lightly with you both just staring at each other again. he cups your face with one hand, looking at you straight in the eye with a soft look. "you're so beautiful" you frown and let a tear push out your eye but it didn't get a chance to roll down your cheek because of miles wiping it away. "no more crying okay? im so so sorry" he rubs your back.
"smile for me?âŠplease?" he asks, watching you sniffle but slowly move the corner of your lips upwards into that beautiful smile of yours, so damn contagious it makes him give you that sweet small smile back. you now smile wider and hug him tightly once again.
"please don't do that ever again" you whisper, cheek against his shoulder. he nods and kisses your temple longingly.
"I won't even think of yelling at you again" he promises to himself and to you.
Note: I'm using a translator for Spanish. You can correct me if you want. [The way I made this fic so random]
When it said: "I can't eat raw fish" (but, for sure, we're gonna eat some raw fish đ€) [help. I'm being held hostage by my friend unless I type this. Help]
Part 2 â
Honestly. You were just on a small land, but enough resources to live at least. You're the only person who lives there, but some people visit left and right sometimes. You had a very calm and peaceful life until you accidentally....fish out a VERY big....fish?
You dragged him up even though he was a little heavy with both of your arms hooked with his or just. Straight up carrying him princess style. (Or even dragging him by the tail)
You. Were. Stunned.....you fished out a Merman?! Honestly, you thought mermaids were just fairytales, but I guess not since you're seeing one right now! (Damn, but this one is a hot lookin fishâ I mean. Merman)
You were panicking. Should you run? Or check if it's alive? Ask him if he's ok? Wait. Can he even speak english? Or can he even speak at all??? While you were in the abyss of your thoughts, the unknown merman just stared at you.
When you finally collected your thoughts, you felt water spashing on you, well. Not that much. It's more like sprinkling since he's just shaking his hair from the water. He suddenly backed away from you, claws open. (Wait....fish has claws?â)
You put both of your hands in the air as a sign of peace. Not wanting to be looked as a threat. He tilted his head and just slowly backed away, slipping back into the water. Welp, that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see such a beauty again.
You laid there, fishing rod in your hand as you wait for a fish to pull on the string. Basking in the sunlight in such comfort that you could fall asleep if it wasn't for a certain stare burning a hole through you...
Miguel frowning as he watched you just sitting there. Not even bothering to look who was staring at you and just letting them. (Him)
He wonders why you're just. There. You don't even bother going back to that place called a city. You just. Stayed. He's been actually stalking watching you for a while. Waiting for the moment for you to leave to make his heart stop racing and ache.
But not for a single moment, you never left. He even tried many tactics to make you leave, like leaving fish blood, dead bodies of ocean animals, or anything! But. You just...shrugged.
He became increasingly interested in you. Even to the point his tail is wagging like a dog waiting for its owner excitedly. He found out you fell asleep as he sneakily went up to you, dragging his body with his arms. Finally, getting a good look on you, he felt memorized.
Before he left, he tried nuzzling his face to yours, feeling the soft flesh against his. Just like how he saw other humans showing physical affection to each other. Feeling satisfied, he left in a swift motion before you woke up.
The next day, you decided to fish again as it's now your hobby since it's been a bit boring ever since you came to the land. You flinched when you felt a hand that felt like it was soaked in water, taking off your hat that was covering your face.
You see the same handsome merman, looking at you in curiosity. Pausing as you don't know what to do. You put your hand out for him since he kept staring at it as if interested. He slowly and softly put his head on your hand. Nuzzling it as his tail seemed to swish left to right in a wagging motion.
You were about to say something until he went back into the water and after a few minutes, he rose up from the water with a fish in his mouth. He went closer to you, reaching for your lap as he dropped the fish in your hands.
"You....want me to eat this?"
He nodded. Oh. Wait. Seems like he knows english-
You just put it back behind your back, "thanks. I will, uhh, eat it later."
He frowned. Making you feel very nervous. So you just tried walking away to get things to maybe make a fireplace so you can at least cook it to make it edible for you. He noticed this and grabbed your wrist, thinking that your leaving him.
He pulled you over to him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. "Uhh...Mermaid man, im trying to-"
"My name is....Miguel. Not Mermaid Man."
You were stunned. He could also speak? You patted his head as he snuggled you closer.
"no me dejes solo...por favor?"
You paused. Thinking what to do. You'll just simply tell him, "I can't eat raw fish, pretty boy."
He paused at the mention to him as pretty boy. He quickly lets you go, looking away so you can't see the blush on his face. You quietly went away, getting some wood for the fireplace.
After you come back, you see him, miguel in the water, waiting for you. You patted your lap as Miguel hesitantly but hurryingly comes over to you. He flinched when you put a wet towel on his neck where his gills were but slowly got comfortable. (I think Mermaids need their gills to not be dry so they can breathe)
He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.
Maybe living with a Merman isn't so bad after all.
