#the communal husband of Miguel Nation fr came through

[aphinthestars]

You all are getting a Miguel x Aph kinda writing but also kinda an x Reader since I just dreamt about this man, since I'm writing it from my POV it's kinda like an x Reader but also it's very Miguel and Aph coded so it's also kind of a Miguel x Sona

Heads up I normally don't write fics for like...the general public so my writing can be kinda ass or leave a lot to be desired so beware LMAO

(Dividers by @/saradika-graphics)

So a little context for this dream first, I'm on my period so I've been overall not having a good time, be it cramps or migraines so I've been grumpy but also really wanting someone to give me comfort so maybe that's why I manifested our communal man in my mind palace.

In the dream I was walking home from the store, because Miguel and I lived in a small town, it wasn't like an American small town where they still have a Walmart or something it was a Mexican small town where the store at your disposal is a family owned abarrotes and it's all dirt roads kind of small town.

I'm walking home and when I get home it's already a bit dark, I'm grumpy because I got my period and I'm feeling horrible so I leave the groceries in the kitchen thinking how I'm going to put them away tomorrow.

The house is kind of like a one bedroom, like the bathroom and bedroom are separate from the kitchen and living room by a door so I walk in into the bedroom to find Miguel reading in bed.

I sit down on the other side of the bed and it's obvious I'm in a sour mood, I can't tell what mood he is in by his expression and in the dream I know he has resting bitch face so I really don't know if he's mad or just his expression, he has a book on his hands that he's reading.

So I'm kind of ranting to him not thinking much of it, until he closes his book and I look at him in question and he grabs me by my thigh, pulling me closer, and I remember this very vividly because his hand is the size of my thigh maybe bigger and he has his fingers digging into my inner thigh but in a loving kind of way.

With his other hand and arm he grabs me from under my thighs and brings me up onto his lap, kissing my temple and adjusting me until I'm hugging onto him, my face in the crook of his neck and one of his hands on the back of my head.

He is quiet during all of this but I can tell he is doing it to make me feel better.

Miguel maneuvers us while he's taking his shirt off to finally go to sleep, adjusting the elastic on his sweats until he finally lays down with me, our legs intertwined, one of his hands on my lower back while the other is on the back of my head, he's humming and I can feel it through his chest with my hands on it and on my temple where it rests on the side of his neck.