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[bluesidez]

Hi I saw your req open and I flew here ehe-

Hear me out please 😭

Miguel is a geneticist (someone who works around denetics) and sometimes he doesn't understand the programs that he 'made' and Lyla has to help him. That makes Peter B. and the spider-teens very suspicious of him.

What's even more suspicious is that once a month he leaves the Spider HQ to who-knows-where.

After some stalking investigating, they find out that every time that he leaves; he goes to a park to meet [Reader], that is the one who helped with all the tech he has at HQ.

When he returns the next day, he is confronted about it and explains that [Reader] is an old friend and he trusts them with the Multiverse secret. However Peter B. and the others obviously saw the mutual attraction between both of them so they help out Miguel confess to [Reader].

Fluff + a little suggestive with Gn Reader please ^^

Anyway drink lots of water and keep yourself healthy!! ❤❤

[Undercover Lover]

lab tester: @hikaru-sama 🩻

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: Miguel is willing to stop the world for you, you just want to be the small part of his world that makes it better.

content warning: fluff, longing from reader and Miguel, the spider-teens are all menaces (as in they all have chismosavirus), Peter is Peter, a little suggestive but nothing crazy, I also made Miguel’s relationship with the teens pretty adorable (Papa Miggy 🥺)

word count: 5.8k, halfway proofread (don't ask...)

a/n: This request is not outlandish in any way, btw. It's very cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little extra to the programming aspect. THANK YOU TO THE MIGGY SERVER FOR YOUR HELP AS ALWAYS! I have been wallowing in the chats for who knows how long. I thought it would be cute and funny. Also, I've been doing better with my water intake! I hope you're proud. 🥺

Miguel blew out a tired breath, eyes blurry after staring at the same set of files all day.

“Lyla, could you replay the scan from this morning?”

“I don’t know, can I?”

Miguel frowned as his eyes panned to the flickering yellow glow, “Are we doing this right now?”

“Doing what?” Lyla posed with her head tilted in her hand.

“Lyla. Replay the scan from Earth 450-”

“Here’s what I found on scams on 4chan.”

“I said scans not scams- what are you talking about? And what is 4chan?”

Lyla switched to a pose that mimicked The Thinker, her heart-shaped glasses morphing into ones made of stone.

Miguel shifted his weight to one side, hands on his hips as he watched Lyla float around his desk.

“Pull up the LYrate Lifeform Approximation code.”

Lyla snickers, glasses shifting to match the marks of a clown’s face, “You don’t know how to work that, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask you to tell me that, I asked you to-”

Lyla opens the file before he can finish his spiel.

“Now, what?” Lyla whispers with glee. “Gonna hack into the motherboard? Break down the firewall?”

Miguel ignored her and read through the constant formulas, coding that he's never even seen before becoming longer and longer.

Lyla popped up right in his peripheral view, pulling out one of the smaller codes to highlight, “What’s this one mean?”

Miguel squints at the line, “Something about how you respond to tone?”

“It’s my hair color,” Lyla’s voice is high and giggly like she was anticipating his completely wrong answers. “What about this one?”

“I, I don’t know. Your jacket?”

“Voice modulator,” the code danced around him as Lyla switched her voice to something of an old Hollywood star. “You’re not very good at this, tuts.”

Miguel felt a strange chill as Lyla walked around with a long white dress instead of a jacket and her brown hair in curls falling down her back. She laughed at him some more as she pulled her now, thick-rimmed triangle-shaped sunglasses to the top of her head.

“Lyla-”

Miguel’s watch jolted, a notification blaring at him. He answered with haste, mind frantic.

“Miguel? Is something up with Lyla, because I asked her to find this Mysterio’s dimension, and she started playing some wrestler’s theme song instead,” Jess huffed, throwing the villain's body over the back of her motorcycle. “Now, he won’t stop singing it.”

Miguel felt his head start to pound, “Something’s going on with her. She’s not functioning at her normal state.”

“You’re never functioning at a normal state,” Lyla sighed dramatically, arm over her head with wind blowing around her. “Always so tense!”

“Oh my god?” Jess’s eyes went wide as she took in the Lyla at Miguel’s side. “Why does she sound like that?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m shutting her down until I can fix it. Just send the Mysterio back here.”

“You can’t turn me off, Miggy! Don’t you want me to sing for you?”

“Yeah, hurry up and log her off. She’s freaking me out.” Jess ended the call with a disgusted face.

With her gone, the room was filled with Miguel’s thoughts and Lyla humming and brushing her hair in a vintage mirror, something she would have never cared to do on a regular day.

Looking at the lines of coding in front of him, there was no way he was going to find what was happening.

He reached across his desk to a new screen, searching for a certain folder. Miguel laughed to himself as he read the title.

Don’t open unless it’s ABSOLUTELY crucial to your health…and well-being. .3.

Miguel would consider this a crisis.

He tapped the folder, watching as a sprout of several different colors surrounded him. He shifted it through the lights, some of them being pictures of you and him, some of them being animated GIFs of cats, and others being helpful guides to small technological problems. He kept searching until he found a yellow tab that read “LYLA? LIGHTS OUT!”

With one click, Lyla went from twirling and singing in heels to being dormant, gone to the Spider Society. Letting out the breath he was holding, he shifted the files back into the folder and geared up to make the announcement.

“Attention Spiders,” Miguel held his watch up to his mouth. “Lyla will be down for maintenance for a couple of hours.”

He could hear the collective groan from the society all the way in his office.

“And I will try my best to get her up and running for future missions. Until then, please send any anomalies directly to Margo and stick to local crimes as well as protecting your respective neighborhoods.”

As soon as he ended the announcement, Margo was flooding his watch with back-to-back memes. Miguel remained confused watching a little girl in a cowboy hat complain to her grandpa while he dismissed her.

“I can send someone else down there to help you.”

“no because if anyone breaks my tech, it’s coming out of YOUR 🫵🏾 paycheck”

“Everything comes out of my paycheck.”

“whatever dad”

“?”

Perturbed, but not wanting to waste any more time, Miguel locked his office and called your number.

Two rings and you were picking up the phone.

“Hey, Spider-ider!”

“Hi,” Miguel refused to admit how the nickname sounded cute coming from you. “I need your help with something.”

“No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t checked on you in forever.’ Just straight to business, huh?”

“Sorry,” Miguel collected himself. “How are things? Did you manage to get the job with that tech company?”

“Why, thank you for asking, Miguel! I’m pretty good. Things are different! I did end up getting that job, but the manager is eerily creepy, so I’m trying my best to pile up the meanest HR case or try to wiggle my way into a new department. So far, the former is slowly but surely working, not sure if my sanity can take much more. How are you?”

Miguel's eyebrows shifted a bit, “You know you can just call for my help if anything goes wrong, right?”

“Miguel, you’re protecting so many people. More than I can even fathom, actually. I’m not going to ask you to stop to check on me.”

You should. He’d drop everything.

“It wouldn’t take much from my end, I could just-”

“Miguel.”

He bit his cheek, knowing you wanted to move the conversation along.

“How are you?” you asked again, tone back to normal.

“I’m neutral. Same thing as always. Now, it’s just that Lyla was really unbearable today.”

“Unbearable how?”

Miguel went into every detail, pulling in some last-minute reports from other Spiders that managed to use her before he shut her down.

“So you’re telling me she glitched out, wore an alligator head, and integrated ‘Flat Fuck Friday’ into every conversation?”

“Well, that was just one of the many cases. Is that, is that all you heard?”

“No, I got it,” you fixed your face to try and hold back your laugh. “It sounds like she hit her funny bone.”

Miguel looked up at the ceiling and back at you, “This is serious.”

“And I’m being as serious as I can be!”

“She’s causing all of this trouble because of a funny bone.”

You laugh at Miguel’s deadpan tone, “Ok, so technically it’s called a laughing virus. It’s been hitting a lot of major search engines for some reason, but Lyla is the closest to human-like AI there is, so it’s a funny bone!”

“As stupid as that is, I need your help to come fix it.”

“Aw, you need me to come check your work?”

Miguel avoided your gaze, “There is no work. I couldn’t tell one line from the next.”

“But Miguel, you were doing so good last time. What happened?”

“I-I don’t know, I thought I had one right but I mixed up tones with shades.”

“That’s still on the same playing field, so you got something right! That’s good progress, Miguel.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy, although you’ll probably just loom over the desk dramatically.”

Miguel opened his mouth to rebuttal but you already ended the call with a laugh.

With truly nothing but his thoughts, he hurried to clean his space. There were a few loose wires and an empty box from the cafeteria scattered around.

By the time you were tapping the code into his office door, his platform was back on the ground and he’d just swept up some dust that managed to build in the corner of the room.

“Don’t clean up now just because I’m here,” you watched as his shoulders jumped a bit at your voice.

“I’m not,” Miguel huffs and sets the broom against the wall.

“Sure.”

Miguel comes closer to you with his hands on his hips.

You were probably the main reason that Lyla was the way she was, sarcastic and immature.

The only difference was Miguel could mute Lyla or switch modes for some peace. For you? It was non-stop. The only way he knew how to get you to stop was a method that’s been crowding his dreams ever since he met you.

He saw your lips moving at a mile per minute, but nothing was really reaching his ears.

They looked so soft, so perfect. He wondered if he should just let the society function on its own for just a few more hours.

“Miguel!” You waved your hands in front of him. “Lyla being down has really stressed you out, huh? You’re unfocused.”

He cleared his throat, “I still have a lot of work to do.”

“Well, let’s get to it!”

Miguel moved so you could walk to his desk, heart racing.

Whatever it was you were about to try to teach him wasn’t going to stick. He just knew it.

“Hey, Miguel! You know, I was wondering if we could implement some type of spider-baby daycare? MJ is pretty busy these days,” Peter strided into Miguel’s office with a wiggly Mayday strapped to his chest.

The platform was down, but the serious figure was nowhere to be found.

“Miguel?”

Peter tried to feel him out, but there’s no way anyone could miss Miguel in plain sight.

“Hm,” Peter put two fingers out for Mayday grab. She squealed glee, taking one finger to chew on. “If I were a Miguel, where would I be?”

He pondered through the halls, eventually finding himself at the entrance of the cafeteria. Mayday looked up almost as if she was disappointed.

“I need fuel to think!”

Peter ran down the line grabbing his usual: a 2099 burger, a large fry, and a medium cola, he’s dieting!

At the end of the line, a familiar voice called his name.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” Peter made his way to the table occupied by the younger spider crew.

Miles squinted at him, “Not a kid, but it’s going good! Have you seen Miguel? He was supposed to be training me an hour ago, but he’s not answering his watch.”

“Funny that you say that,” Peter stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries. “Went to his office and he wasn’t there.”

“What is with him and disappearing lately? It’s not like him,” Gwen mumbled. “I was supposed to report to him not too long ago and he wasn’t here.”

“Time is an enigma,” Hobie was tuning his guitar. “Glad he’s finally taking advantage of it instead of chatting about doomsday.”

“True, but he missed part of the big party we planned three months ago, too,” Pavitr supplied.

The table stopped and stared at Pav with various deadpan looks.

“What? He promised he’d try my special dish! He never breaks our promises.”

“He did pile a load of work on me when Lyla broke. Usually, he would come down and help me, but he said he was busy fixing her,” Margo turned to Peter.

The table sat and pondered for just a second then the teens started spouting out nonsense.

“He’s retiring!”

“He’s going to give HQ up.”

“He’s not going to another universe again, right?”

“He’s finally taking breaks.”

“He’s dying!”

Again, the table stopped to look at Pavitr.

“False alarm?”

“Look,” Peter held his hands up. “I don’t think it’s any of that.”

“What makes you so sure?” Gwen sounded nervous.

“Uh, he would tell me!”

Miles snickered at that which caused Mayday to fall into a fit of laughter.

“What? He’s told me things before. We’re buddies!”

“And where is your so-called buddy right now?” Margo folded her arms.

“Touche,” Peter took a giant slurp of his drink, cupping a hand under it to make sure nothing dripped on Mayday’s head. “But don’t you have a way to find him?”

“The Grumpy GPS? Yeah, but I’ve never used it because he’s always here,” Margo sighs.

“How about the next time he disappears, you let us know?” Gwen suggested.

“Love it,” Hobie fist bumps Gwen.

Miles scratched his neck, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Says the guy that snuck into the Spider Society,” Pavitr shook his head.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Gwen raised her eyebrow. “Margo is on Miguel-duty. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, right guys?”

Everyone nodded their head in determination.

Peter smiled. He’s still got this mentor thing down!

Margo was down near the Go-Home-Machine running Style Savvy through an emulator.

“That is so ugly,” she sang as she watched another contestant’s outfit go down the runway.

Her judging was interrupted by a dancing cartoon spider with bushy eyebrows.

She paused the game and stretched her arms to the other side of the room to give everyone a call, “Mission ‘Where is the Old Man?’ is up and running. The Grumpy GPS has been added to you guys’ gizmos. I’ve got everything ready to hack.”

“It sounds like we’re doing a lot more than tracking,” Hobie mumbled.

“But what if he actually is dying?” Gwen was lacing up her ballet shoes tight. “He would tell us, right?”

“Oh, but when I said that, it sounded crazy,” Pavitr pulled his mask down. “The double standards are appalling.”

“He could be just avoiding us. Can’t say it hasn’t happened before,” Miles’ voice was low and testy.

“He wasn’t avoiding you, Miles, he was just…projecting,” Gwen said matter-of-factly.

“Are we back on this? Sending the entire society after me is projecting. Missing our training sessions that he set up multiple times? That’s just foul.”

Gwen and Miles went back and forth, fussing over little things.

“They’re bickering again. How cute,” Pavitr stage-whispered.

“1 mission on Miles winning?” Hobie asked.

Pavitr thought for a second, “Deal.”

“You’ll probably be the most upset if he really is sick,” Gwen comments.

“Says who? I’m not worried,” Miles zipped up his jacket halfway.

“Then why are you bouncing around like that, Miles.”

Hobie sighed while Pavitr cheered.

“If you guys are done, Miguel’s moving on foot heading down 5th. I pinned a checkpoint,” Margo sent the coordinates to their watches.

“Time to go see if big man’s a killer,” Hobie yawned. “Or not.”

Peter felt the ground shake under him, hair rising on the back of his neck. His senses were screaming at him to turn around.

The thing is, if he turned around, he'd lose track on Miguel who was currently inside of the very building he was standing on top of.

The shaking grew, pebbles and vent plates rattling around him, then everything fell back into place.

One, two, thre, four pairs of feet hit the ground.

“Where’s Margo?” Peter asked, eyes not leaving the ground under him.

“In our ears singing,” Gwen groaned. “Where’s Mayday?”

“Enjoying a lovely Mommy-Daughter date with MJ and her girlfriends. Glad to have you all join me.”

“How’d you know he was going to be here?” Hobie crossed his arms.

“Like I said, buddies!”

“You waited outside of his office, didn’t you?” Pavitr pointed his finger at Peter.

Peter turned around with an offended face, “Details-schmetails!”

“Well, do you have any idea what he’s up to now?” Gwen put a hand on her hip.

“Well, we’re on the roof of an apartment, super expensive might I add, and I’m assuming his apartment is here. So maybe he’s just getting a nap in.”

“He’s on the move,” Margo’s voice buzzed through all of the teens' ears and they ran to the edge of the building, practically pushing Peter to the side.

“He’s wearing normal clothes for once,” Gwen’s voice was shocked.

“His trousers are quite nice,” Hobie nodded as if he was looking at a magazine.

“It’s so…weird,” Miles shuddered. “I’ve never seen him in anything else but his suit.”

“He wore a nice button-down to my Zoom celebration once,” Margo hummed.

“Guys?” Pavitr’s voice went high. “Where’s Peter?”

The three of them turned around to see a missing pink-robed Spider.

“Oh, come on!” Miles jumped from the roof to the next one, following the pink fluff. Miguel was walking fast on the sidewalk and Peter was keeping his trail from up high.

“Really, Peter?” Gwen swung alongside the two with the rest right on their tails. “Some mentor you are.”

“I’m a great teacher! You’re all catching on quite well,” Peter swung lower as Miguel crossed the street.

Colors flew across the sky, contrasting with the constant grays and small specs of green of Nueva York. Scaling from building to building was a lot easier with flying cars added to the mix, but it was a little odd to see wobbling vehicles every now and then.

“I think you guys should slow it down. His pace changed,” Margo noted. “He’s stopping at…a park? Didn’t know they still had those here.”

With a sturdy pull, Miles used his web to stop Peeter from running any further and the now quintet landed on the ground a safe distance from the park.

“A little dreary for a park, innit?” One eye on Hobie’s mask went higher than the other.

From where they were hiding, steel statues stood tall, tufts of greenery growing up the structure. There was more pavement than grass and the walkways contained several dips and turns.

“I think there’s some flare to it,” Miles countered. “Could use a lot more color.”

They quieted down as they watched Miguel find an empty bench. He sat down and started to rub his hands against his pants. He sat for a minute or so before he checked his watch and his leg started to bounce.

“Is he waiting on someone?” Gwen whispered.

“Oh, I wonder who it could be?” Pav whispered back.

“Why are you guys whispering?” Margo paused her side mission of trying to find any security cameras in the area.

“Doesn’t he have super-hearing?” Miles asked.

“Over this much noise?” Hobie brought the talking level back to normal. “If he doesn’t suspect us of following him, there’s no need for him to focus on us.”

After about five minutes of watching and making a game out of how many times can Miguel check his clothes, with Peter mumbling about how the pants aren’t going to get any looser with those thighs, everyone holds their breath as they watch someone take a seat next to him.

Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.

His face lit up, his back straightened, and the tension from his body fell.

“No way,” Pavitr whispered excitedly. “Guys!”

“What’s going on? I still can’t get into the security cams,” Margo’s voice was impatient.

“Miguel…has a partner?” Gwen tilted her head watching the two react. The mystery person got up to hug Miguel as he sat on the bench. He hesitated a bit, fingers twitching awkwardly before he hugged them back. “Or not.”

“If one of you could get closer, I could pitch the sound to everyone. And, I could see!”

Everyone turned to Miles.

“Why is everybody looking at me?”

“You can turn invisible, genius,” Gwen said.

He just sighed and faded from head to toe.

“How’s it going Spidey?” you lean back from your hug to look down at him. Your hands rub his shoulders. “You look nice today.”

Miguel averted his eyes, “You’re not supposed to call me that-”

“Outside of HQ or our phone calls. I know, I know. Seriously though, why are you so dressed up today? Got a hot date waiting?”

Miguel tilted his head, “Do I really look nice?”

The shirt he was wearing was barely hiding anything, any tighter and it would have been considered a muscle tee. It was tucked into some slacks with a belt that made his tiny waist even smaller. The pants hugged his thighs just enough.

“Yeah!” More than he could imagine.

“Thanks,” he smiled a bit. “There’s no hot date. Just wearing something casual.”

Your shoulders lifted at the words.

“Cool, cool.”

“You look nice, as well.”

“Really?” you looked down at your last-minute outfit. Some gray joggers you found at a thrift store and a hoodie you’re almost certain has a random bleach stain somewhere on the back. “You’re digging the midnight chic?”

“Midnight chic?”

“Yeah, an outfit you wear when going out for a snack in the middle of the night.”

Miguel pursed his lips, “It looks soft. Comfortable.”

You involuntarily gripped your bag tighter, watching Miguel’s eyes roam you from the neck down.

Lately, he’s been saying things that make your stomach flutter, from being willing to beat up your boss to fussing at you for running errands so late to remembering small details from months ago.

Only recently has his eyes began to wander. He doesn’t catch on as fast when you explain things to him. You’ve caught him staring at you while you’re looking at other things. His smile lingered a little longer. His hands were a lot more careful. Sometimes, he’d tense up when you touched him.

It was all so confusing and the feelings you’ve pushed down for years have crawled their way back up, waiting at the back of your tongue to be announced.

Still, you were just here to help him for as long as he needed you. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat, “Okay so, you said you needed help with…Excel?”

“Mm hm,” Miguel nodded and locked his eyes back on your face.

You pulled your laptop, turning up the brightness so that the scenery wouldn’t shoot straight through the transparent device.

“So, this program is like, extremely old.”

“I know, but it's a middle ground for all of the Spiders. Anything newer would be too much for about a fourth of them and anything older would take ages for anyone to complete.”

“Got it,” you inch close enough to Miguel for his cologne to dance around you. He leaned closer to squint at your laptop and you had to will your hands to not shake like jelly. “So, the program is actually pretty simple. You just enter formulas, charts, numbers, or information in these boxes. There’s a lot more manual work than we’re used to, but it won’t take much to get used to.”

You walked Miguel through everything you’ve taught yourself over the past few days. Having him put in formulas and waiting for the result.

“Like this?”

“Almost! You’re missing a letter here.”

“Can you go over it again?”

Miguel's hands would hover over the keyboard, eyes focused and nose scrunched. Sometimes you would fight the screaming in your head and place your hands over his, helping him punch certain numbers in.

“Miguel, I think you’re messing with me. We’ve repeated this same thing on four other sheets now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

He poked his tongue in his cheek, “I’m just quadruple checking. Gotta teach this to some older people.”

“Fine,” you snort. “One more time and then I have to get ready to go.”

“Already?” Miguel turned to you. “I thought you didn’t have to be somewhere until this evening.”

“I don’t, but I can’t go looking like this. You spent 30 minutes arguing with me about the interface. Don’t you have to go back to HQ soon?”

“No.”

There was a noise behind you. You turn around to see nothing but a curved wall embedded with vines.

You put your heart to your chest, “God, I thought that was a reporter or something. Just the wind I suppose.”

Miguel’s eyes stayed planted on the empty space, “On second thought, let me walk you there. Don’t want any surprises.”

“So you don’t need me to go over this for the fifth time?”

“Nope,” Miguel grinned down at you. “I got it the first time, actually.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh as you hit his arm. He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re such a jerk.”

He looked around and got behind you to squat down, tapping on his gizmo. You could only hide so much of him. “Would a jerk swing you to your apartment?”

You look up at him equipped with his mask.

“He probably would, actually.”

“Aw,” Miguel said, red marks for eyes holding so much sadness. “Oh well.”

You yell as he yanks you up by the waist and shoots his web up to the nearest flying car.

“Miles! You almost screwed us over!” Margo did her best to wipe their trace.

“I panicked!” Miles tried to explain himself as he ran on the windows of a skyscraper.

“For what?” Gwen flipped as she connected from one structure to the next. “It was so clear that he meant that he wanted to be with whoever that was, not because he wants to quit HQ.”

“Seeing him like that feels like we met a new man,” Hobie said. His boots were light in the air. “Don’t like it.”

“You say that like he doesn’t let you get away with everything,” Pavitr said.

“Like what?”

“Like giving away food to the street cleaners.”

“Or like pasting your band stickers everywhere.”

“Or painting an ACAB mural.”

“To be fair, Miguel aligns with every single one of those things,” Hobie shrugged.

“This is great and all, but talk about a major fail,” Peter sighed. “He clearly needs a wingman.”

“I thought he did pretty good!” Miles said.

The rest of the group made a range of judging noises.

“His game definitely needs some work and he’s already on his way back to HQ, so hurry it up, guys. We need to hustle and huddle.”

Miguel was at his dock again, preparing to go check out the anomalies of the week. 

He was back doing the thing that distracted him most: thinking about you. 

Yesterday only confirmed what he’s been thinking about ever since you opened your mouth. 

He’s absolutely infatuated with you. 

At first, he thought it was a fluke, a blip in his timeline. No matter how many times your jokes made him chuckle or your smile brought him warmth, he wasn’t going to lean into it. 

But then, you called him one night and your voice brought him back from the darkness that was consuming him. Stories of your life, an exchange of nostalgia, a whisper of hope for the future, and the confirmation that he was more than the error in time that he thought he was. 

You’re something that he more than adored. 

And yet, he still hasn’t figured out how to tell you. 

He wanted more than the monthly meetups to refresh his memory on the stupid tech that kept this building running. 

Truthfully, he could call Gabriel, or worst case scenario, Xina for help, but every time he got a chance it was your name that crossed his mind. 

Miguel sighed as he started to shut some tabs down. 

“Spiders incoming,” Lyla popped up to inform him. 

Miguel saw the gaggle of teens plus Peter walking to his office. 

“Here we go,” he grumbled. 

“Turn that frown upside-down! Company is always good,” Lyla said. 

Before Peter can open his mouth Miguel is beating him to it. 

“What do you want?”

“Ouch!” Peter laughed. “Not up for a bit of family bonding time?”

“Not with you.”

“Oh c’mon, Miguel,” Peter inches forward as Miguel’s platform comes down. “Hear us out.”

“Make it quick.”

The teens all stared at Peter who looked back and forth between them. 

“Do any of you not know what the word ‘quick’ means?” Miguel asked with irritation lining his voice. 

“Well,” Miles started. 

“You see, we were thinking that you might need some help,” Gwen finishes. 

Miguel crossed his arms, “Help with what.”

“Your sad flirting,” Hobie says. 

“What?”

“You know,” Peter puts his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. “You need a wingman!”

Miguel’s frown grew deeper, “What are you talking about? Did you guys spy on me?”

Six voices overloaded Miguel’s eardrums, all explaining their part of some convoluted scheme. 

“Alright, alight! Quiet!” Miguel holds his hands out. “Margo!”

Miguel pinned his eyes to her with his eyebrows pinched. 

She danced from foot to foot, face scrunched, “We just! We were worried about you so we followed you and saw you making googly eyes at someone!” The words spilled out of her like water. 

Everyone but Hobie looked at Margo incredulously. 

“What?” she whined. “He was giving me his disappointed look. The disappointment was torturing me!”

Miguel turned and paced, pinching his nose as he whispered to himself. 

“Miguel, they could help you!” Lyla said cheerfully. “You’ve only been crushing on them for what…multiple years?”

“Lyla!”

“Multiple years? No wonder you’re always so tense. That’s pretty sad, bro,” Pavitr hummed. 

Miguel pointed his finger, “Don’t bro me.”

“Still seeking authority in his moment of weakness. Something’s got to give,” Hobie went to lean on a wall. 

“We really thought something terrible was going on,” Miles’ shoulders drop. “You also go M.I.A. whenever you have a problem.”

“We just wanted to help,” Gwen supplied. 

“Hey man, don’t blame the kids for this one, alright?” Peter’s voice lowered so only the two of them could hear it, albeit a bit useless in a room full of power-holding teens. “Say the word and we’ll stay out of it, but the kids deserve to know why you were canceling on them at least.”

Miguel looked at Peter with an exasperated face before looking at the teens, three of which looked like they were about to cry. 

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath, “I’m not sick.”

“But lovesick?” Margo asked. 

He gave her a tired look, “Yes.”

“Well why not say that instead of just disappearing?”

“They’re the one who helped make the tech for this society. Without them, there would be no updated gizmos, no updated Lyla, no new ideas. Every time I left it was to…get insight on something here. To fix broken tech.”

“And to stare in their face,” Pavitr snickered. 

Miguel panned his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to admit it. 

“What’s the hold up in telling them how you feel?” Peter asked. “There’s no time like the present.”

“Don’t tell me yesterday was an example of what happens when you try to confess?” Gwen’s face twisted up, teeth clenched in second-hand embarrassment. 

Miguel’s silence was enough of an answer. 

“Tío,” Miles closed his eyes then looked back up dramatically with his hands out. “¡Vamo’! Sácale, llévale al cine.”

Lyla put a spotlight on Miles and held a microphone out to him while Miguel groaned. 

“Cómprale, un ramo de flores!”

“Ya no puédo mas,” Miguel swiped through the holographic mic. “Eso no va a funcionar.”

Miles slumped, “But how do you know? You haven’t even tried! Bañate, junto con el-”

“Don’t finish that song, Miles,” Miguel’s fingers went to his temples. 

“You should really listen to the lyrics-”

“Why don’t we help you win them over?” Margo stood in between the two, ending the squabble. “It’s clear that they seem to like you too.”

Miguel's eyes went softer staring at Margo’s pleading face, “How do you know?”

“We quite literally saw it,” Hobie spoke as if Miguel lost his mind. “No one ever talks to you that sweet.”

The teens all nodded their head in unison and Peter did a horrible job at hiding his laugh. 

Hobie wasn’t done, “Don’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.”

Miguel was at the park again, dressed up even more than last time. An open navy button-down was tucked into his pants, his slacks were dark gray, and he had on one of the more expensive pairs of dress shoes he owned. A chain he borrowed from Gabriel adorned his neck and he let his hair natural and loose for once. 

Under Miles’ advice, he did buy some flowers. Hobie told him to remain calm, Gwen told him to just talk, Pavitr gave him a bullet point list of what and what not to do, and Margo told him that he was the best no matter how the confession turned out.

Peter went on and on about the importance of love and relationships but Miguel was never inclined to listen to him. He did keep the comment about letting you know how much he means to you to heart, though.

He was so in his own thoughts when you showed up in front of him that he didn’t even notice you at first.

He jumped when you tapped his shoulder.

“Woah, it’s just me. And you’re super dressed up today. What’s the occasion? I’m not taking ‘casual’ for an answer this time.”

Miguel swallowed dryly, grip on the bouquet of cool-toned flowers almost enough to wilt the stems.

“Flowers?” your eyes went to his hand.

“Yeah, um.”

Just breathe, Miguel!

Margo’s perky reminders sounded off in Miguel’s head.

“I brought them for you,” Miguel placed them in your hands.

“Oh!” your face lit up. “These are beautiful. Thank you so much. I didn’t get you anything, though. I didn’t know we were bringing gifts today.”

“No need. I wanted to get them because,” Miguel felt his throat closing in. “I really, really like you.”

The smile on your face dropped as you stared at him.

“It’s been particularly hard over the past years to try to focus without you running through my thoughts and I don’t want the fear of myself or my circumstance to stop me from having a chance to be with you.”

Maybe his ears could pick up how fast your heart was going, too.

“So if you’re willing, will you please go out with me?”

You dropped the flowers and brought him in for a tight hug. 

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go out with you.”

Miguel was quick to wrap his arms around you today, burying his face in your neck, “No hesitation?”

“I’ve been wanting and honestly, waiting for one of us to make a move for years. You’re always so busy, so I was too nervous to even bother,” you look back at Miguel’s face, smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry to keep you waiting then.”

You looked from his lips to his eyes, “Can we skip a few steps?”

“Such as?”

You pushed forward, melting into him as you slotted his lips against yours, head full of warmth and clouds. Miguel matched your pace, hand on your back as he pressed against you. When he opened your lips you pulled back, breath dancing against his. 

“Swing me to my apartment?”

Miguel smirked, “Always.”

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My tears, oh my tears, I just read your Lilia fic😭😭😭😭I don't think I'll be able to get through my day well. I really need a happy ending for him with her🤧🤧🤧

HI ANON! Thank you for your request ❤! I had to think pretty hard for an idea and I settled on this I hope it's satisfactory! I'm not very good at writing fluff and happy endings so I tried my best:p

Lilia Vonrogue x Reader

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Lilia had spent countless years as a hardened warrior, fighting on the front lines and keeping his heart guarded from attachment or sentimentality. But when she died in his arms, all his strength and resilience seemed to dissolve. Now, he was left with only her memory—and the child she’d entrusted to him, Silver. Raising Silver should have been a way to honor her, but each day felt like a reminder of his failure to protect her. Despite this, he kept her memory close, never sharing the truth with anyone else.

When he’d returned to Briar Valley, he had simply told others he’d found the boy abandoned. He didn’t want their sympathy, their prying questions, or their pity. She was his secret, a part of his soul he guarded as fiercely as any territory he’d once protected in battle.

Though he loved Silver fiercely, Lilia struggled to raise him properly. Silver was human, fragile and dependent in a way that bewildered him. Malleus, though eager to help, was just as lost. He was unused to anything so delicate, and his fascination with Silver’s human traits sometimes did more harm than good.

“I do not understand, Lilia,” Malleus said once as they watched Silver wail at the unfamiliar taste of solid food. “Why does he reject this nourishment? Fae children devour their first meals.”

Lilia only chuckled, masking his own frustration. “Human babies don’t always eat everything, Malleus. They’re… unpredictable.”

But when he was alone, Lilia was less assured. How could he teach a child when his own life had been war and solitude? He often tried to remember the warmth of her smile as she held Silver, the way she’d cradled him with a patience and gentleness he could never seem to match. He’d even picked up books on human parenting, flipping through pages with an intensity usually reserved for military strategies. Yet, with every attempt to follow the words, he felt her absence even more sharply, the emptiness of her laughter lingering in the silence of their small home.

Silver was growing quickly, and with him, Lilia’s feelings shifted. At times, Silver’s big eyes, so much like hers, would look up at him with a trust that made Lilia’s heart ache. But he was also reminded of his failings. How could he raise this child with warmth when he had none left to give? He was a warrior, not a father. And yet… he couldn’t let her down. Each time he saw Silver sleep, curled up and peaceful, he’d lean against the doorway and watch, feeling something unfamiliar and gentle soften his battle-worn heart.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.          Years Later

As he grew older, Silver began to notice things that didn’t quite fit the stories his father told him. Lilia had always said he found Silver, abandoned and alone, and that he’d taken him in. But there were gaps in the story, inconsistencies that left Silver questioning his past.

Sometimes, late at night, Silver would wake to find his father sitting by the fire, staring into the flames with a distant, sorrowful expression Silver had rarely seen. And sometimes, Lilia would hold a small trinket—a ribbon, or a faded piece of cloth—that he quickly hid whenever Silver approached.

“Father,” Silver asked once, “were you alone when you found me?”

Lilia’s gaze shifted, and he masked his expression with a wry smile. “You were all I found that day, Silver. Just a bundle of trouble waiting to happen.”

But Silver couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it. Over time, he learned not to ask too many questions, knowing they would only be deflected. Yet, the mysteries lingered, especially in the moments when he saw a softness in Lilia that he couldn’t quite understand—a gentleness that seemed to speak of someone else.

One night, Silver dozed off after a long day of training, only to find himself drifting into a dream unlike any he’d ever had before. It felt unusually vivid, he realized he were stepping into someone else’s memories rather than his own. He was in a dimly lit forest clearing, and through a haze of recollection, he saw his father, but not as he knew him. This version of Lilia seemed slightly younger, sterner, his gaze sharper and full of fire. And beside him was a woman Silver had never seen before.

She was human, with soft, gentle eyes, and the way she looked at his father was unlike anything Silver had ever witnessed. In one scene, she was gently binding a wound on Lilia’s arm, her hands steady and careful. Lilia was grumbling, clearly unused to being cared for in such a way, but there was a tenderness in his eyes, a look Silver had never seen directed at anyone before.

The memory shifted, and now she was holding a small child—an infant Silver realized with a start was himself. She whispered to the baby in her arms, her words too soft for him to hear, but the expression of love on her face was unmistakable. And when Lilia glanced at her, it was with a mix of admiration, something deeper and unspoken lingering in his gaze.

Silver stirred, feeling an ache in his chest he couldn’t explain. Who was this woman, and why had his father never mentioned her? The dream faded, but the questions remained, and the next morning, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Father,” he began hesitantly, watching Lilia’s face, “I had a dream last night… or maybe a memory. There was a woman with you. She looked… kind.”

Lilia stiffened, his usual mirth fading as he met Silver’s gaze. For a moment, he was silent, his eyes betraying a depth of pain Silver had never seen before.

“She was…” Lilia’s voice was barely a whisper. “Someone I lost long ago.”

Silver remained quiet, sensing the weight of the memory and the love his father had hidden all these years. Though Lilia didn’t offer any more details, Silver understood that this woman—his mother—had been someone truly special. 

Silver felt a quiet desperation gnawing at him. Now that he had glimpsed a fragment of her—a woman he felt connected to yet hardly knew—a hollow ache settled in his chest. His father had always kept his sorrow hidden, masking any sign of grief with his usual humor and lightheartedness. But after seeing her, Silver couldn’t ignore the emptiness left by her absence, and he couldn’t accept that this was the end of their story.

The longing grew sharper with each day, his mind drifting back to the mystery of her—a mother he barely remembered, a bond he could only dream of. How could he let things end like this? To never have truly known her felt wrong. Still, he was just a human, and what power did he have over something as final as death?

But the thought wouldn’t let him rest. He was not as helpless as he felt. He was strong, he knew magic, and he was connected to some of the most powerful beings in Twisted Wonderland. Surely there was a way—some forbidden knowledge, some hidden path he hadn’t yet considered.

And then he remembered the rumors, whispers of a witch who resided far beyond Briar Valley, somewhere between worlds, where human souls and fae magic brushed against each other. A powerful sorceress who understood the mysteries of life and death and could speak to the spirits themselves.

The path to this witch wouldn’t be easy, but Silver knew he couldn’t turn back now. This was something he had to do��not just for himself, but for the one who had given everything for him, the one he knew his father had loved in a way he had never spoken of.

Silver set out quietly, keeping his journey a secret from his father, Sebek and Malleus. He ventured through dense forests and past enchanted lakes, traveling farther than he ever had before. His heart remained steadfast, though fear began to settle in as he neared his destination.

Finally, after days of travel, he reached the borderlands between the human world and the realm of the sea—a place where twilight lingered, where ancient stones rose from the mist, and the air was thick with enchantment. In the shadows of the rocks, he caught sight of her: the witch he had heard of. She was cloaked in dark robes, her figure partially obscured, but her gaze was piercing, as though she had been expecting him.

“You seek to bring back a lost soul,” she said before Silver even spoke. Her voice was calm but held a warning, laced with an unsettling wisdom. “A dangerous wish, young one. Life and death are not to be tampered with lightly.”

Silver’s resolve held firm. “I know it’s dangerous, but… she was taken from us too soon. I just want the chance to know her, even if it’s only once.”

The witch regarded him in silence, her expression unreadable. “To bring back a soul from beyond… it requires a great sacrifice,” she finally said. “Not in gold, not in power, but in spirit. To restore what was lost, you must be willing to give something of equal weight in return.”

“What do you mean?” Silver asked, feeling a shiver of uncertainty.

She gave him a steady look. “It will cost you a piece of yourself. Memories, perhaps, or a fragment of your own life force. To give life, something must be taken. And even then, it may not work as you hope. The dead do not always return as they were.”

Silver’s heart raced, but he nodded, his determination unwavering. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The witch watched him, assessing his resolve before finally nodding. She led him to a clearing at the edge of the shore, where she instructed him to gather rare herbs and light a circle of candles in the shape of the full moon.

Silver could feel the energy drain from him as the witch chanted in the language of old, his very life force spilling into the circle they had created. He closed his eyes, focusing on his mother’s face, the brief glimpses he had seen in his dreams—the gentle smile, the warmth that lingered even in a memory. He barely noticed as the witch’s voice faded, the mist thickening in front of him until it nearly obscured the world.

When he opened his eyes, she was there.

She stood just beyond the edge of the mist, her form wrapped in simple robes of soft, muted colors, somewhere between the shades of twilight and dawn. Her hair, flowing, caught the light in a gentle, silvery sheen. Silver’s heart stilled, his breath caught in his throat as he took in her familiar features—the softness of her gaze, the contours of her face that mirrored his own.

For a moment, she looked around in confusion, her brow furrowing as her gaze settled on him, lingering with a glimmer of recognition that hadn’t fully settled. She studied his face, her eyes taking in every feature as if piecing together a puzzle from fragments of memory.

Silver’s lips parted, and the word slipped out like a breath. “Mother…”

Her eyes widened, the dawning realization flooding her expression, and then, as if nothing else in the world mattered, she moved toward him. At first, a tentative step, and then, as recognition and emotion surged within her, she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him with a force that belied her slight frame. Silver’s arms moved instinctively to hold her, his heart pounding as he felt the solid warmth of her, the reality of her presence.

They held each other for a long moment, both too overwhelmed to speak, both still trembling with the fragile wonder of what had just happened. She pulled back slightly, gazing up at him, her eyes studying every line and shadow on his face. She let out a soft, incredulous laugh, a sound both joyful and tearful.

“Silver…” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. “You… you’ve grown so much. You’re so big now.”

Silver managed a shaky smile, barely able to contain the overwhelming surge of emotions. “I… I never thought I’d see you…”

Her hand reached up, brushing his cheek, her fingers lingering as though she was still trying to assure herself he was real. “I don’t understand how… or why… but I felt something calling me back, a longing I couldn’t ignore.” Her voice faltered, softening. “I thought I’d lost you both forever.”

Silver shook his head, his own hand moving to cover hers. “No. I had to bring you back. I had to know you—just once.” His voice broke slightly, but he didn’t care; he needed her to know the depth of his longing, the years he had wondered about her.

They shared another silent moment, just taking in the wonder of being reunited before Silver finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “There’s someone who needs to see you… someone who’s missed you even more than I have.”

Her gaze brightened, and she nodded, a glimmer of emotion flickering in her eyes as she realized who he meant. “Take me to him.”

When they returned to Briar Valley, Silver led her to the castle, his heart racing with anticipation and awe. Lilia was there, his usually cheerful expression softening as he spotted Silver at the entrance. But when his gaze landed on the figure beside him, he froze.

For a heartbeat, Lilia seemed unable to comprehend what he was seeing. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open as he took in the sight of her, standing beside Silver, alive, her eyes shining as she met his gaze.

“Lilia…” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears pooled in her eyes.

Lilia took a hesitant step forward, his composure slipping away, replaced by an expression Silver had never seen before—a vulnerability, a disbelief, and a raw, overwhelming joy. “How…?” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Unable to hold back any longer, she moved toward him, her steps quickening until she wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if he might vanish. Lilia’s arms encircled her, holding her tightly, and a tear slipped down his cheek as he buried his face in her shoulder.

They stayed like that, the two of them locked in an embrace, their reunion marked by silent tears and whispered words of comfort and disbelief. Silver watched, a warmth filling his chest, his heart swelling with quiet happiness as he witnessed the reunion he had always longed for.

When they finally pulled back, Lilia placed a gentle hand on her face, brushing away a tear. “I thought I’d lost you forever,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes softened with a depth of love that Silver had never seen before.

She placed her hand over his. “You never lost me. I was always there… watching over you both.”

Lilia looked toward Silver, his gaze filled with gratitude and something else��a newfound pride, a warmth that he struggled to put into words.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.  BONUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Silver led his mother, Y/N, through the stone corridors of the castle. She held herself with quiet grace, her steps soft, but she was clearly a bit nervous. As they approached the courtyard, Malleus and Sebek stood waiting, expressions guarded yet curious.

“Mother,” Silver began, a touch of pride in his voice, “these are my friends: Malleus Draconia and Sebek Zigvolt.”

Y/N gave a small, respectful nod, her gaze briefly meeting theirs before she glanced aside shyly. “It’s… nice to meet you both. I’ve heard a little of you on the way here.”

Malleus tilted his head, regarding her with a steady, thoughtful gaze. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Wait,” Sebek interjected, brows drawing together in confusion, “Silver, you… have a mother? That’s not the story Master Lilia told us…” His voice was skeptical, yet respectful.

Silver shifted slightly. “I uh…. Well, it’s complicated…”

Just then, Lilia approached, hands behind his back, giving the scene an amused glance before his gaze softened on Y/N. She caught his eye, a bit of warmth there, even if neither spoke right away.

“Lilia,” Malleus finally ventured, “perhaps you could enlighten us?”

Lilia gave a faint smirk, his tone dry. “Oh, I do seem to have forgotten a few details, haven’t I?” His eyes flicked to Y/N with a hint of warmth. “She has a habit of showing up when you least expect it.”

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing at Lilia. “Some things haven’t changed.”

Sebek was still gaping, while Malleus studied the quiet exchange between Y/N and Lilia with a thoughtful look. Lilia only shrugged, his voice nonchalant but his gaze carrying a deeper feeling as he said, “Every family has a few secrets, after all.”

Bonus 2: Y/n: Oh… You cut your hair. Lilia: Yes, I did… Did you like it longer? I’ll grow it out. Y/n: W-what? It’s okay! I love it now too. It’s cute. Lilia: I love you too–oh, I mean I love it too, yes.

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 14

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Saturday Night Continued ~

“Ohh fuck” Josh moaned out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his left hand released the grip he had on the sheets to grab Kiyana’s hair,  guiding her movements as she took him deeper into her mouth. She hummed softly, sending vibrations through his body that made his toes curl. Josh's hips bucked involuntarily as waves of pleasure washed over him. Kiyana pulled back slightly, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip before taking him deep again.

Josh leaned up on his right elbow to watch Kiyana work her magic. Her full lips stretched around him as she bobbed her head, her dark eyes looking up at him through her eyelashes to meet his gaze. The sight alone nearly pushed him over the edge. “Fuck, that shit sloppy.” He moaned out, watching in awe as she took his entire length into her mouth. He let out a deep groan and let his body flop back down onto the bed. 

Kiyana slowly pulled back, trailing her tongue along his length before releasing him with a soft pop. She crawled up his body, planting kisses along his stomach and chest. When she reached his neck, she nipped and sucked at his sensitive skin, eliciting more moans from Josh. She straddled Josh's hips, grinding against him teasingly as she captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

Kiyana maintained eye contact as she slowly sank onto his length “Mmhmm" Kiyana purred, throwing her head back in pleasure. Josh was transfixed by the sight of her above him her full breasts bouncing with each movement, her smooth brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Kiyana leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss, swallowing his moans as she picked up the pace. Josh met her thrust for thrust, his hips lifting off the bed to drive himself deeper. The room was now filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, breathless gasps, and throaty moans.

Kiyana let out a gasp as Josh easily flipped them over so he was now on top of her. He pinned Kiyana's wrists above her head with one hand, his other gripping her hip as he started pounding into her. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, their eyes locked and breaths becoming one. 

Kiyana's legs wrapped tightly around Josh's waist, pulling him even deeper. She arched her back, pressing her chest against his as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Josh released her wrists, and her hands immediately flew to his back, her nails digging into his skin.

"Oh fuck" she cried out, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Josh growled in response, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he continued his relentless pace. He could feel Kiyana tightening around him, her body trembling beneath his. He knew she was close.

"Let go, baby," he whispered in her ear, his voice husky and breathless. "I've got you."

With a final, powerful thrust, Kiyana shattered. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her cries of ecstasy filling the room. They clung to each other, bodies trembling and breath ragged as they slowly came down from their shared high. Josh peppered soft kisses along Kiyana's neck and jawline before capturing her lips in a tender kiss. She smiled against his mouth, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“I love you,” Josh whispered against her lips. 

"I love you too." She whispered back. 

Sunday Morning ~

“Daddy wake up!” Kaiden’s little voice called out, waking Josh from his slumber. 

Josh was grateful he dragged himself and Kiyana to the shower after their lovemaking this morning and convinced her to at least put on a shirt cause it would have been awkward as hell for her mother to see the both of them naked. 

Josh’s eyes met Imani’s as she stood by the door holding a squirming Kairo. Her gaze held nothing but disgust and disappointment. His eyes shifted to Kiyana when he felt her start moving around. 

“They were looking for you downstairs.” Was all Imani said as she walked over to the bed handing him Kairo. She threw one last disapproving look at Josh before walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“Well, she hates me.” Josh sighed, laying back in the bed, letting Kaiden snuggle into his side while Kairo laid his head on Josh’s chest. 

Kiyana groaned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. "She doesn't hate you. She's just..." Kiyana paused as if trying to find the right words. “She doesn’t hate you. She’s just mad. We talked yesterday and I tried to get her to understand but, you know how my mom is.” She turned on his side and propped herself up on her elbow with her head resting on her hand. She then took her other hand and started playing with Kairo’s curls. 

“I can't blame her," Josh said softly, careful not to disturb the boys who were now dozing off against him. “I fucked up badly Key.” 

“And I forgave you. So what if my mom still has an attitude? What we have is exactly that. It’s just us and our boys, nobody else.” 

“You right,” Josh said, using his free hand to grab her hand that was playing in Kairo’s hair to link their fingers together. 

“Always am." She chuckled. "Oh and speaking of our boys.” She said softly, looking down at Kaiden and Kairo who were snuggled up with their dad. “Mar-Mar birthday is coming up.” 

“Shit.” Josh breathed out, “Baby boy about to be seven. Time is flying.” 

“Yeah, I know.” She replied, clearing her throat and making him look over at her. 

“What's wrong?” 

“I know you want your family there but..” 

“Mel right?” He asked and she nodded. “Aight. If you don’t want her there, she don’t have to be there.” 

“No. That’s his aunt and they all love her. But I don’t want no shit at my baby party Joshua. She cannot and will not disrespect me in my own house.” 

“I understand. Imma talk to her aight?”  

“Alright.” 

After taking another quick nap, Josh gently eased Kairo and Kaiden off of him before making his way into the ensuite bathroom, relieving himself, washing his hands, and brushing his teeth. He walked over to where Kiyana was laying and smirked at how she was snoring, he had worn her ass out last night. He placed a kiss on her forehead and left the room. 

He peeked into Kamari’a room and frowned seeing that he wasn’t in there. Josh then made his way down the stairs. He let out a soft chuckle when he saw Kaiden and Imani cuddled up on the couch watching Columbo. 

“Morning Bean.” Josh pressed a kiss on Kamari’s head. “Ms. Mani, can I talk to you for a second?’ 

Imani sighed and nodded her head. “Be right back,” she said to her grandson before following Josh into the kitchen. She sat down at the table and folded her arms across her chest, her gaze set into a glare as she looked at Josh. “Well, what do you want to talk to me about?” She huffed out, watching as he poured himself a cup of orange juice. 

Josh sighed and walked over to the table. “I just –, I know I messed up badly. Right? I did the worst possible thing and broke Kiyana’s trust and I just want you to know that I’m doing everything in my power to make it up to her. To prove to her that I deserve this second chance. To prove to her that I’m not a complete fuck up. I’m commented to being better not only for her, but for my sons. I grew up in a broken home and I don’t want that for them. I respect your opinion and I’m open to any concerns you have. But I hope you can see how deeply I regret what happened and how much I want to do everything in my power to make it right. All I ask for is the chance to prove it” 

“Josh,” Imani started, pausing as if she was trying to find the right words to say. “Let me start off by saying, I don’t hate you. I watched you grow into the man that you are today, I could never hate you. I just don’t want my daughter to suffer the same way I did. I don’t want her to stay I don't want her to stay in a relationship where she constantly doubts herself and her worth. I was here, I watched her doubt her looks because of you. I watched her constantly put herself down because she thought if she couldn’t be good enough for you, for the guy that she shared twenty-three years with, she couldn’t be good enough for anybody. So yes, I have reservations about y’all getting back together. Words are easy Joshua, but it's the actions that matter. You talk a good game about proving yourself to her, you need to actually show it.” 

There has only been a handful of times Josh had cried. He wasn’t really one to show his emotions like that, but hearing what his cheating did to Kiyana, broke him. Before he could wipe away the tears that escaped his eyes, Imani stood from her chair and pulled him into a hug. “I believe you when you say you’re committed to making things right. I’m not trying to punish you or push you away. I just want to protect my daughter and make sure that she’s in a place where she can heal and be truly happy.” 

Josh nodded against Imani's shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. “I understand. I won’t fuck this up again.”Imani gently pulled back and cupped his face in her hands.

“I know you won’t.” She smiled. “Do what you need to do, Josh. For Kiyana, for my grandsons, and yourself."

Hey guys!

I think Josh and Ms Imani needed to have that talk because like she said in the chapter she watched him grow up. She remembers when he was a stuttering teenager, standing on her front porch trying not to be intimated by Kiyana's dad. Imani has seen Josh and Kiyana'a relationship play out and she just doesn't want Kiyana to be like her...

sorry ANYWAY, the next chapter is Kamari's big 7th birthday, Do y'all think Melvania gon behave?

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[wallflowergirl2006]

Ice skating with your penguin hybrid lover.

CW: None

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Ice skating with your penguin hybrid lover can be either really fun and enjoyable or very embarrassing. When you’re first starting out he very much teases you in a playful manner. Like if you don't have good balance he will tease you and call you names like clumsy, stumblebum, awkward, etc.

He is very much an expert on the ice and will give you tips on how to loosen up and glide elegantly on the ice just like him. If you do end up falling on the ice. [Like me 😭] He will rush to your aid. His little snowflake just got hurt. He immediately checks for injuries only for you to tell him that you’re fine. He tries to check if you're putting on a front so you don’t look bad but when he sees you're genuinely fine he relaxes. He’s still kinda worried so he skates alongside you. It kinda feels like a mother hen looking over her baby chick.

The little chicks follow after the two of you happily sliding on the ice. Some of them are on their bellies, some are on their feet. But they happily greet you and your lover as they skate on by. The other female penguins also give good tips while passing by much to your boyfriend's dismay. He wanted to be the one to teach you, not someone else but you reassured him that you do not want to fall on your butt again. He begrudgingly accepts the help from the other female penguins.

Once you finally get the hang of it without needing his help you two start trying to do poses and without even knowing you two won a couples contest. The two of you then proceeded to start a random snowball fight with the little penguin babies. Which resulted in the kids winning cause it was 4 against two which then turned into a 6 v 2. The two of you end the day at home curled up on the couch with hot chocolate and some soft christmas music.

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Merry Christmas!!🎄🎁 [And happy holidays to people who don’t celebrate! 🎉]

[kittysarchive]

step dad Lee knowwww😭😭😭😭😭😭❤

Yessssss

warnings- smut, stepdad smut, daddy kink,

Hovering over your smaller frame, Lee Know made sure your mother, his wife was asleep before he entered your small, tight cunt.

"Please..." You turn his attention back to you. Caging your small body below his, he rubs your pussy. He didn't want you to bleed after all.

Bucking your hips into his hands as he rubbed faster, your whines escaped your mouth. Trying to stay quiet, you failed at the basic task. Slipping a finger into your tight pussy, you arch your back. Begging for more touch.

"Such a cute cunt" Lee Know bends his body down. Admiring your face closer up, he curls his finger in your pussy. Growing wet around his finger, he pulls around. Ready to fuck your small cunt.

"Be quiet for me" He places a soft kiss on your lips before slowly pushes his member inside you. Feeling how he stretches you out, he bites his lip hard, avoiding any sound to escape his lips. With only his head in, he pushes more in.

"T-to much" You whine, voice barely above a whisper. He only nods, trying to understand your pain, which felt so good for him.

"You can take it baby.... you can take daddy's cock" Lee Know looks into your eyes, bringing his hand t lightly cup your cheek as he thrusts his cock into your cunt. All the way in, your body burns. Eyes watering, pain soon turns into pleasure.

"Daddy..." You stretch your arms out, pulling him closer to your body as his cock slides in and out of your pussy which became more and more stretched for his size. Back arching, tearing up, cock continuously prodding at your walls, you quickly felt your body tingle, ready to cum.

"Daddy's almost done" Lee Know saw how your eyes squeezed shut, how your pussy clenched him harder, how you went quieter. You nod your head quickly. Trying to hold back the sensation. Rolling his hips faster into your, bruising yours, he feels his own end reaching close.

"Doing so good for Daddy" He comments, bringing his head down to capture your lips into a gentle kiss. Pulling away from the kiss, Lee Know's thrusts speed up. Pleasure and desperation mixing into one.

"Oh g-god" You cry out, no longer to hold back as your eyes faze over, body shaking as you cum over his cock. Lee Know following soon after, cums deep inside your pussy.

Breathing heavily, sweaty bodies pressed together, his cum slowly dripping out of your tired cunt, the silence of the house buzzing over you. You hoped no one heard what you just did.

[hitomisuzuya]

🌸🌷

Request

IT'S ME OMG I'VE MISSED YOUU 😭😭😭

I've been really busy so I wasn't able to put requests

Also I'm so happy that you're all better now, I've never had kidney stones before but I'm so happy you were able to get it to pass ❤❤❤

Anyways as for my request

Im feeling like really soft cuddlefucking with kabukimono

Like really soft and really sweet and we take care if him and stuff omg

Anyways I'll see you next time, bye 😊

Kunikuzushi x fem! reader. Soft, sweet smut. Kabukimono is Kunikuzushi.

Hello dear ❤️ 🥺🥺 You are so sweet. I am feeling much better. This wasn't the first time my kidneys have taken out a hit on me and if won't be the last time😭 They are incredibly painful, separate circle of hell level pain.

Kunikuzushi's arms tightened around your waist, whining softly as he buried his face into your neck. He grinded his hardening cock against the back of your thighs. "I'm sorry," He mumbled, "I just really need you right now."

You laughed softly, putting a hand on his. You stroked his wrist reassuringly with your thumb. "You don't ever have to apologize, Kuni," You said, making him groan when you grinded back against him.

Kunikuzushi would've been happy if you had done only that, perfectly fine with cumming in his pants from you grinding back against his cock. It always sent him reeling whenever you always seemed to go the extra mile.

And all for him.

He asked for so little, and you always have him so much in return. And he loves you for that. With all his heart.

You turned around in his arms, resting your forehead against his. "I always want you," What you said made Kunikuzushi feel even dizzier in love with you.

You moved your head to capture his lips into a kiss. Your hands roaming over his body encouraged his to do the same, hastily tugging at your clothes with shaky hands. His lips never once left yours, kissing you back passionately.

His eyes rolled closed in bliss when you softly sucked on his tongue, curling the wet muscle around his, letting him what he fondly called 'the honors' of peeling your dampened panties down your legs.

You moved your hips, guiding his cock to rest between your folds. Kunikuzushi wasted no time in grinding against it, shuddering in pleasure as your slick generously coated his throbbing cock.

He happily swallowed every moan of pleasure you offered against his mouth, the head of his leaking cock rubbing against your throbbing clit.

"K-Kuni," You cried out, moaning softly into his mouth. Your arms tightened around him, tugging on his hair as you hooked one of your legs over his hip. You held him close, stroking on his cheek with your thumb while he pushed his cock inside of you.

Kunikuzushi whimpered and moaned unabashed into your mouth, only pulling away for a moments to get you breathe before his lips were back on yours again. His cock throbbed harder everytime the rocking of your hips helped nudge his cock against your sweet spot. He writhed in ecstasy as your walls clenched around his cock.

His whines turned high pitched. Knowing that this was his tell that he was about to cum, you licked at his mouth. "Cum with me, Kuni," You breathed, nuzzling your cheek against his.

Kunikuzushi's hips snapped into yours, his pace rougher for only a few moments as his cum ribboned inside of you. He clung to you, eager to feel your release flood onto his cock. His eyes lit up when he heard you cry out for him, shuddering in bliss from feeling you squirt on his cock.

He gently fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. His hips didn't slow to a stop until yours did. When you started to move so he could pull out of you, Kuni shook his head. His arms tightened around you. "No, please," He whispered, kissing your lips gently, "Let me stay inside of you a little while longer."

The feeling of being connected to you, feeling your heart beat thud against his chest. To him, there was no better feeling in the world.

[imnameimswrld]

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— DESCRIPTION ੭ in the midst of almost drowning yourself in studying, daniel is always sure to pull you back up the surface.

— PAIRING ੭ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

— FILE ੭ social media au, drabble.

— WARNINGS ੭ none.

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oscarpiastri replied to your story !

don't overworking urself yn !

always remember to take breaks, ok ?

yes, thanks oscar :)

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get those grades queen

but also take ur breaks pls and thanks

💅 , thanks lan !

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pla don't overworking urself and get sick again

daniel was not fun to deal with

healthy you = happy daniel !!!

gotcha yuks 😭🤞

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Your concentration has been wired on this very paragraph for the past half hour, your brain trying to register every word but your eyes just keep drifting back to the beginning.

It frustrates you to the core; your coffee glass is empty, your glasses feel like they've left an indentation on the bridge of your nose, there's a distinct pinch of pain that's nene growing im temples for the past hour – right about now would be the perfect time for-

"Knock, knock."

Daniel's soft voice echoes through the door that stands ajar, and slowly the door to your study swings open for a head of unruly curls to pop in.

"Hey there pretty," his smile just makes your whole systems feel ten pounds lighter. "Mind if I steal your attention for a bit ?"

Your lips curl up as you nod eagerly, twisting your roller chair around to face him. "Please do baby."

Despite being with you for almost 3 years, the delicate way you always speak to him will forever kiss a pink tint to the tips of his ears. Walking over, Daniel pulls you up for a moment, only for him to steal your seat and offer his lap as your new one. You take it without hesitation, discarding your specs to nuzzle your head comfortably into his warm neck.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that right ?" his voice is deep and gentle as he speaks, his head resting on yours with his arms wrapped securely around your curled up body.

"I mean, in just a few months I'll be the fiancé of a woman with a honors in engineering. Do you know how amazingly smart and talented you love ?" your head tilts back so you could gaze up into his big honey browns, the emotion you find there so full of love and admiration.

"You're perfect."

You grin, absolutely adoring the compliments. "Please, keep 'em coming honey."

"And you're remarkable."

You hum, smile growing as he his face gets closer and closer with every sentence.

"And you're beautiful, and kind, and hardworking..."

Daniel's lips take yours in passion and sweetness, your hand coming up to run your thumb along his stubbled jawline. He pecks soft kisses around your face, each followed by yet another compliment because honestly, he could write a whole book about how much of an amazing person you are.

"And I love you with every inch of my being, my heart is forever yours, in this life and the next." with another peck to your lips, he pulls away to smile down at you.

"Daniel Ricciardo, did you just recite your vows to me ?" your gaze narrows playfully, hand creeping up into his curls.

He chuckles heartily. "Sweetheart, if you think that was poetry, you ain't seen nothing yet."

You laugh because in his arms, before quickly pulling him down for some more of his special, comforting kisses.

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danielricciardo i am officially a fiancé to a woman with a HONORS DEGREE IN ENGINEERING !? Baby, I'm so crazy proud of you and god i love you so much.

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yukitsunoda0511 yn come apply to be our head of engineering i need a faster car 😁

▹ charles_leclerc no hey me first ! I asked before you yuki so het in line – plus yn, love, ferrari will pay you TRIPLE of whatever redbull offers you :)

▹ lewishamilton forget Mercedes, yn, I will pay you QUADRUPLE for you to be my personal engineer and mechanic.

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imnameimswrld I partially wrote this for my own comfort, but I hope it brings some to you lovelies too <3

[jester-lover]

❤ cuddling with Jack after track and he's all tired OOO IT SQUEEZES MY HEART 😭

Prolly make him take a shower before cuddling tho, he'd be sweaty and it's hard to cuddle sweaty

Definitely make him shower first, I don’t think Jack is the type to forget showering, but in his excitement to see you; he might.

🐺He’s all sweaty, exhausted after track, but he still rushes to hug you and follow you to your dorm. Jack hardly remembers he’s suffocating you in bad vibes and locker room musk until you physically drag him to the shower.

🐺Then he’s a little embarrassed, but quickly cleans himself up to go be with you again. His eyelids are drooping as he lays flat on top of you, soaking in the warmth of your lap and the comfort of your scent.

🐺Jack’s hair is so soft fresh out of the shower, messy with a minty smell. He’s so pretty and soft when he’s tired, blushing with both leftover exertion and the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair and the tanned skin of his back exposed through his loose tank top.

🐺Jack soaks up your affection as he feels himself drifting off into a well earned mid-day nap, taking notice to sweep off to your side and hold you against him. His head presses against your neck and he curls himself around you under the sheets.

🐺 You follow him to dreamland soon after, because he’s an industrial space heater, and a very cuddly one at that.

[scarisd3ad]

A really cute 'n playful Carl x fem reader cuddle sesh in his room? Like with reader laying on his chest (or vise versa) And they're playing with each other's hair, giving sweet, gentle kisses and being all adorable and in love 🥺.. (bonus if Rick walks in on them asleep together, gets Michonne and they're both standing there for a minute like 'awwww young love 😭❤')

Promptober day 22 - cuddles

Pairing - Carl grimes x reader

Warnings - none

A/N - this is the same reader from day 7 so Glenn and Maggie are like readers guardian/parents.

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Carl's and i's hands are interlocked as we walk into his house. our footstep are cautious and quiet just in case one of his family members are home right now. It's not like we were going to do anything bad. It was just embarrassing at our age to be caught doing anything romantic. "Dad?" carl calls out into the house as he lets go of my hand. "Michonne?" no answer, so he grabs my hand and drags me back to his room.

I've never really been in his room, ever. Most of the time we hung out outside away from the others, so they wouldn't catch us. No one knew about us, as far as everyone else knew we were just really good friends, and nothing else. Well, that was the truth until a few weeks ago when we kissed and there was no going back after that.

I sit down on his bed as he kicks his shoes off. "soo what are we gonna do?" I ask. I was clueless about the whole relationship thing. The world ended when I was twelve and at twelve, I hadn't even held a boy's hand yet, and ever since then there wasn't time for a boyfriend or to even have a crush until now. I didn't know what boyfriends and girlfriends did when they hung on. I barely even knew how to kiss. "Just hang out," he says with a smile, "like we do all the time," he adds as he sits down next to me. My heart pounds against my chest as he grabs my hand. No matter how many times he holds my hand or kisses me, it always makes me flustered.

We end up on his bed, laid down, with his arm wrapped around me as he read a comic book. He carefully wraps and unwraps my hair around his finger, leaving the strand in a weird-looking curl. I'm nervous, and i think he can tell because he looks down at me before pressing a kiss to my forehead. My head lays flat against his chest so I can see what he's reading. We both end up falling asleep, arms wrapped around each other, and legs tangled together.

knock, knock, knock

We both quickly wake up and turn around, eyes wide in panic. We're both met with rick leaning against the doorframe with a tiny smirk on his lips. "dad get out!" carl shouts as he gets up off of the bed. He pushes rick out of the room and slams the door shut. I sit up so my legs are dangling off the bed. I didn't know if rick would tell Glenn and get me in trouble. I didn't know if what we did was worthy of getting in trouble for, but despite that fact, it still mortified me.

"I think I should go," I whisper as I wrap my arms around my body. "yo-you don't have to go, I don't think my dad cares that much anyway," I shake my head. "Glenn's probably worried I should go," I whisper as I walk out of Carl's room. ricks in the kitchen like he was waiting for either carl or I to come out. "Are you going to tell Glenn?" I ask my voice quiet and meek, terrified of what his answer was going to be. Glenn was always going to see me as that terrified little 12-year-old he had found abandoned on the streets of Atlanta. I just knew if he found out about carl and I dating he'd probably try to kill carl.

"Why would I?" Rick furrows his brows as he stares at me. "I just-I just don't want Glenn to know yet," I whisper as I cross my arms over my chest. He was overprotective, especially when it came to boys. I understood to a certain degree I was like his daughter. He's known me since I was 12, but he needed to let go a little. Rick walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Its alrigh' kid, tell him when you're ready."

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i don't think ive ever been so eager/desperate for an update on raider joel before 😭😭 i love all your writing btw ❤

Thank you ❤️ Soon! Raider Master List

Raider: Company (Extra Scene)

300 / raider!Joel x f!reader

A/N: I was gonna have the next one pick up directly after Raider: Company, but I'm putting that part here to keep discussion of the other girl out of the next one. This is optional. WARNINGS: Angst. Discussion of perceived infidelity. Joel's a little mean but he's just struggling with his identity. Analysis of Joel's state of mind is here.

Joel comes back to pick up you and only you. He takes you up the hill to his trailer and you're pensive. You're distant. He feeds you some spaghettios and obliviously asks you what's wrong, seeming to think you got what you wanted. You don’t say anything. Then he takes your chin in his hand and makes you look him in the eyes. His face is tense but his brown eyes are deep and soft.

“Why’d you do it?” you ask him.

He looks at you for a moment longer, then swallows and his eyes flatten. He lets go of your chin. “Told ya. Now those animals might leave ya 'lone. And if they don't--”

“But why'd you let her suck you off earlier.” Your eyes cloud up with tears. "She told me."

He squints at the table as though confused or considering your question, then clenches his jaw and doesn't say anything.

You blink your lashes hard and a drop rolls down your cheek. "You don’t like how I do it?"

He rubs your back. "You do it great, sweet pea." He takes a bite of jerky then offers you another spoon of spaghettios but you ignore it.

“Did she make you come?”

He shakes his head as he chews, still holding the spoon.

You ask, "Why?"

“Cause–” He closes his mouth, swallows, inhales sharply through his nose, and looks at you sternly. His voice becomes gruff. "God damnit, girl. Wanna know why I did, why I didn't." He drops the spoon down in the bowl with a small splatter then points a cautionary finger at you. "That's enough'a this shit." He goes outside to chop wood.

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You finish eating by yourself, then get ready for bed. You curl up on your side, under the covers, facing away from him. You fall asleep without him, and when he gets in bed, he drapes a heavy arm over you, then pulls you into him.

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My analysis of Joel's reaction is here if you want it

[fieldofdaisiies]

Can't get enough of Clingy baby Azriel..😭

Ik you've already written enough of Cling Az HC...Could you plzz write more. ?🙈😭❤🥺

I'm just addicted to your writing. ❤

that is so perfectly fine because love clingy Az❤️ thank you!!!!

lets do some early morning clingy Az headcanons

he has a day off and you don't -> meaning you have to get up while he can sleep in

but Azriel does not like it when you have to get up, the bed feels so cold all of a sudden

and he will make sure to not make getting pup to easy for you

you always sleep in his arms, this tall Illyrian male just needs you. in his arms every night, like you are his little cuddly toy

so when you start wiggling he will just curl his arms tighter around you

and when your backside rubs against his front because you wiggle a little more his groan will be audible in your ear "stay," he rasps in his hoarse morning voice, sending shivers down your body

Azriel buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you softly "I need you. stay." "Az, I have to get up." "Please." At least then he starts using his whiny baby voice, softly pecking your skin

you wiggle again, trying to shift in his hold "Az, I need to go to work." "You don't need to work, take a day off."

you finally manage to fully shift and glance up at him

sleep is written all over his face, dark hair toppling over his forehead, his lips pouted, his lids half closed "please stay, baby."

wiggling an arm free, you bring your hand up and brush your fingers over his forehead, admiring how beautiful he is even a few minutes after waking up

Azriel smiles softly when your fingers dane over his cheek and. his nose, it is adorable and then he giggles softly when you brush your fingers over his lips

he parts his mouth slightly and kisses your fingers before nibbling on them "Azzy!"

releasing your fingers, his brows furrow and he pouts again "stay in bed with me please."

you release a loud breath "five more minutes but then I really need to leave."

he smiles happily, moving you even closer

you also snuggle up to him, drawing in his scent, his chest brushing against you with every breath he inhales

but then the five minutes are over and Azriel does still not see you getting up as an option

so he does what he always does when he wants you to stay in bed with him

he rolls over until he is lying on top of you, covering you wholly, his large body and his wings trapping you on the bed

you groan loudly, trying to catch air when this tall Illyrian baby is nearly suffocating you "Azriel!"

Your voice is loud, but Azriel only grins agains the side of your face

he kisses your cheek "I love it when you scream my name."

giving your eyes a tiny roll, you ignore this compliment and also that your traitorous toes curl on the bed

"no you have no other option than staying." "I have to work." "And I have to cuddle you."

and as much as you want to stay with him, you really don't to be late again

so there are only two options 1. tickling him which is mostly not successful as he is not really ticklish 2. but one body part is ticklish -> his wings

wiggling one arm free, you poke his wing, right where it tickles so much and then poke his wing again in a different part

Azriel yelps, jerking upwards and then laughs

you take the chance, shoving him away

and then you roll out of bed, before sprinting to the bathroom

his brows are furrowed and his lips pouted, he sits in bed when you return from the bathroom "why did you not want to cuddle with me?"

you walk up to him, hands placed on his shoulders and kiss his forehead "I do want to cuddle with you, but right now I am busy. I have to. go to work. We cuddle in the evening again."

Azriel tugs on the hem of your shirt "You still love me thought right?"

he leans forward and places a kiss to your cleavage

you chuckles softly, thumb brushing over his cheek "More than anything. more than my own life. to the moon and back."

that makes him smile up at you, the hazel of his eyes glowing "I think I love you a little more."

[tommonikercomics]

HI!!! ok so my friend rae's character curls is shipped by me and rae with my boy crutchie, any crumbs of them two perchance??? or binch bitches?? wtv floats ur boat king ur art is so edible /pos

Sorry for the lack of activity, I've been slogged this week 😪

But Curls!! I love him 😭❤

[inoreuct]

I'm loving your drabbles and headcanons so much, esp the hurt/comforty things, thank u for blessing my dash😭❤ if you felt like it, zoro and Sanji x how they would help the other through having a panic attack

aaaaaaa thank you anon! hurt/comfort all day every day 😔🤌🏼LESGO

sanji definitely has them more i think, considering the fuckton of things he’s gone through; not that zoro hasn’t been through some shit but you get my point. sanji had panic attacks as a kid back when he was in the cells in germa. to a certain extent i would say he's used to his body breaking down, so much so that he's learned to hide it very well. a slight increase in breathing, a little more twitchy with his gaze, maybe a very slightly bouncing leg; imperceptible to the normal person.

BUT. zoro is so attuned to him that he notices almost immediately, especially after they get together and he's paying even more attention. the first time, he's confused; sanji seems stressed. those are subtle signs of distress, but... there's no immediate threat around them that zoro can see. nevertheless he takes the cook's wrist and pulls him through a random door with one thumb ready on wado's hilt, asks him what's wrong—

and sanji breaks down. they're in the dark, quiet stockroom of some apothecary; if it had been anyone other than zoro with him he would have tried to hold it together, but zoro is fine. zoro is safe. he slides to the ground and curls up into a ball, hugging his legs to his chest and burying his face in his kneecaps even as he hears the swordsman's noise of concern. he's trembling all over, breath spiralling out of control and fuck, he doesn't even know what set him off— just that he'd started feeling smothered, cold sweat beading on the back of his neck, and then zoro had pulled him back here.

zoro's brain stalls a little. he'd seen some of the older kids at the orphanage struggle with this; panic attacks, shimotsuki sensei had told him, were not uncommon in people who had endured long periods of stress or trauma. but he'll think about the semantics later.

zoro has to ask three times, each increasingly desperate, if he can touch before sanji gives him a jerky nod; the cook's shoulders are hunched up to his ears, nails biting into his arms in a bid to ground himself, and zoro can't stand the thought of him hurting more than he already is— so he gently takes sanji's wrists as he crouches down, unwrapping his arms and sitting properly so that he can pull sanji close.

the cook shudders as he clambers into zoro's lap, graceless and hurried, hands slipping under zoro's arms to grip at his shoulders and zoro lets him cling, presses a hand to sanji's nape and the other to his spine, shifts so that his own back is against the wall.

they sit there for a long time on the stockroom floor. zoro isn't good at this, he thinks. at comfort. he tries anyway, sifts his hands through sanji's flaxen hair as he talks about everything and nothing at all, mindless murmurs as he feels tears dampen the side of his throat where sanji has decided to hide. sanji lets out a shaky breath, fingertips digging into zoro's muscle, and zoro can feel the cook's heart beating out a slowing tattoo against his own chest. his slacks are twisted around the ankle, rucked up above his stupid fancy loafers. zoro smooths them down as sanji pulls back and curls up sideways.

he is loathe to break the silence, but he asks anyway. "everything okay, cook?"

"...yeah," sanji breathes, seeming to deflate as zoro presses a kiss to his crown. "yeah, i'm good." he leans into the arm around his back and tucks his nose against zoro's collarbone, closing his eyes. zoro doesn't move and he won't until sanji wants to leave.

after that first time, zoro kind of gets it down to a routine. when sanji's about to have a panic attack he gets the cook to a quiet, dark space, sits down and talks him through it; it helps sanji to know where he is, who he is, who he's with. a lot of the times he gets set off because something tripped a memory from his past, and it rockets him right back into his childhood. sanji hates it; hates the hold that it all still has on him, but zoro is VERY insistent that his getting through it all, unscathed or otherwise, is something to be proud of.

sanji's always shaken after panic attacks, no matter how much he brushes it off. when they get back to the ship zoro bundles him up in blankets and brings him hot tea; it's a direct opposite of how he was treated back in germa. it helps. they already share a bunk most nights anyway, but on these nights especially zoro makes sure to really hold sanji close, lets the cook arrange him however he wants before they fall asleep because it's the least he can do.

it irks him. the fact that he can't fight something that's in sanji's own head, that he isn't the best at handling these types of situations— but sanji refuses to have anyone other than him for the time being, so he does what he can.

(to sanji, it's more than enough.)

now, zoro. i don't think he gets panic attacks often, but only because his body's kind of in a constant state of alert; he is so focused on being ready to fight, so high-strung, that he doesn't even have the chance to slack and slip into one.

however i think a breaking point would be if the crew was in any sort of perilous situation and he couldn't do anything to help. shit goes down and everybody's alive but he gets back to the ship and it all hits him at once.

sanji finds him sitting eerily still on the bench in the crow's nest. his leg would be bouncing but he's always had incredible awareness of and control over his body, and right now he has himself in an iron grip. his breathing is fast and laboured and his gaze is burning a hole into a spot on the wall— and sanji hovers for a second because it looks like zoro would fly apart at a single poke.

he recognises the symptoms even if they're locked down tighter than a sprung mousetrap. he climbs up gently but obviously enough that he knows zoro will notice, keeps his footsteps soft but lets his soles brush across the floor. zoro inhales sharply when sanji lays a tentative hand on his shoulder and the cook nearly pulls back, but he gives zoro a firm squeeze and sits down next to him.

they don't do much, just sitting there with their shoulders and knees pressed together, and sanji waits because he knows he can't push this no matter how much he wants to and god does he want to. his fingers twist discreetly into the covers on his free side. he wants to pull zoro to his chest and rub his back and show him that everything's alright. he needs zoro to show something other than stone-faced calm, about as convincing as a plaster mask. he needs zoro to not bottle everything in but he will not push, he won't, so he sits there and bites at the inside of his cheek.

eventually the weight on his shoulder slowly grows heavier. zoro reaches for his hand, tentative, trembling, and sanji nearly yells a prayer to whatever god he doesn't believe in. he leans over to pull zoro down and lies on his back on the bench, letting the swordsman curl around him and smoothing his palm over zoro's tense spine.

zoro's exhale is shaky. his fingers grip at sanji's shirt so tightly that the threads strain, his torso laying across sanji's stomach like a shield. sanji shifts down a little when he realises zoro's trying to get to his heartbeat; he sighs when the swordsman's palms bracket his ribcage, ear pressed above his sternum, earrings warming from being pressed against skin.

sanji rubs a thumb over zoro's hairline, kneading into his tense temples. "wanna come down for dinner?" he asks quietly, face soft as tired grey eyes peer up at him. "bet they're all waiting for you."

he knows that zoro needs proof that they're all alright. a night in the galley with gentle hands and bandages and soft laughter would do him some good. cake, if their nakama want, and spiked hot chocolate all around.

zoro grunts, burying his face back into sanji's stomach, and sanji takes that as a later. maybe a soon, if he's lucky; he needs to talk franky into giving this bench seat cushions. a soft huff ruffles zoro's hair, and sanji smooths it back into place.

they go down much, much later. sanji's spine is aching and he knows zoro feels bad about it from the palm that kneads at his lower back, but he doesn't really mind. luffy's indignance at missing dinner is mollified when sanji bakes a massive red velvet cake. nobody notices when he slips zoro an extra slice and gets a soft squeeze around the waist as thanks.

[moniiz-diaryy]

THE CUTEST PAIR

- word count: 198

- ship: ??? x monica

- notes: i wrote all this yet im single 😹. enjoy 💕 ( also im failing english so don’t even 😭)

the stars shimmered brightly in the night sky, as the sunset casted a deep blue hue over the playground. with a playful tug, monica grasped his hand, their hands intertwining as the comforting warmth radiated from his contact.

“hurry up slowcoach” she teased, pulling him towards the playground gate. he stumbled slightly, an amused grin spreading across his face.

“i’m coming, calm down mom” he replied, his tone a blend of mockery and teasing. his dimples appeared and his eyes sparkled, reflecting the moon in his pupils - he was just so enchanting.

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they laid on the basket swing, facing each other in comfortable silence, lost in one another’s eyes. “ you know you’re so pretty, right” monica said to him, “you’re so pretty i could kiss you right now” his plush lips curled into a smile, “then go on” he said back. she hit his chest playfully. “you flirt” he chuckled and leaned forward to gently kiss her forehead, his warm touch lingering on her skin.

his hand snaked around her waist, bringing her closer “i love you monica”. he gently played with her locs as the swing continued to sway softly.

“i love you too, chris”

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Quincy wonders how he had gotten to this point, stuck in a random bedroom with every clansmen sleeping with him. He glanced down to the slumbering men, his free hand wandering towards the baby blue haired and red haired men respectively to his left, the Sun lord pressed against his side while the vice-captain was nestled between them, his once straightened body now curled up to a ball, legs and head tucked in.

The forest guardian had found them discussing in a nearby room, something about relations between territories or something, he didn’t really care to listen. All that mattered to him at the time was that it was late and he wanted to sleep. As soon as he entered the room, he could already feel the exhaustion seeping into his bones coming from the two. Maybe that got too caught up in their discussions to notice the time but Quincy was too tired to tell them off and some part of him knew that if he leaves them be, they’ll just keep talking somewhere else.

So he picked them up and took them with him to the nearest bedroom he could find. It was easy to pick up the vice-captain with his lithe body and slender waist, the knight in question squeaking as he was transferred to one arm while picking Dante up by the scruff with the other arm. Both of them blushed and while they did voice their queries, Quincy found himself tuning them out until he made it and just flopped over, taking the other two with him.

Now, that should have ended there, yet when Quincy opened his eyes once more, he sees Yakumo standing there awkwardly, a thick blanket wrapped around his shaking form. He had stuttered, requesting to sleep with them to combat the approaching cold weather and Quincy just lets him come over, allowing him to curl up against his right side and let the warm heat surround his slumber where he remains to now.

Draped over the snake yokai like a protective shield from the horrors of the cold while somehow ensuring to not invade personal space was Olivine, having come in to give them blankets but either the softness of the bed, the companionship of others, the serenade of slumber or all three was enough for the priest to politely excused himself and rest, through the forest guardian didn’t mind. It seemed as though the green haired man had a lot to do earlier and little time to rest. Quincy isn’t cruel to deny him such a right.

Somehow, Quincy’s eyes flutter open once more when Blade and Rei of all people were laying to his right, talking. He shot them a glare for waking him up and Blade at least had the decency to apologise. They both turned down their voices and as Quincy glanced over to them, he could see Blade still awake and well, reading quietly as Rei submits himself to the realm of dreams, his notes placed aside to the nearby drawer.

Finally and Quincy isn’t really sure what had happened, he woke up to feeling the little devil snoozing happily on his chest, Garu claiming his left leg as his personal pillow while hugging the former’s thigh, the familiars dozing off around their master and his old friend Kuya resting above him, hand outstretched and placed on his chest. He resist the urge to grumble about how they woke him up but frankly, he’s too tired to try and figure out how they got in without making noise.

Topper squeaks softly, tilting its head as Quincy mumbled, “M’fine, go and rest Topper.”

He watches as the little creature’s eyes narrow in suspicion before giving in, taking a spot around his neck and leaving Quincy to ponder everything that led to this, like what he’s doing now.

He sighs, eventually finding it too troublesome to think about it now as he slips off into sleep once more. As his thoughts fade away, he couldn’t help but admit that as strange as it was, sleeping with everyone felt, nice…

aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! 😭😭😭❤❤❤

Thank you, omg this is A D O R A B L E!

Quincy is the best, he is their giant heater and warmth to gather around and sleep with!!! 10/10 would nap all around Quincy always, this is so perfect ;;

[larcenywrites]

You wrote daddy stark content but I'm craving more 🫠 how about a hcs with daddy stark being absolutely in love with his wife's big belly, kissing and all that cute things, and then absolutely in love with his baby boy (yes, he's a boy daddy, change my mind), cuddling him and talking with that cute voice, basically cute and cuddly husband and daddy stark 🥹🥹🥹

I thought you meant daddy as in, ya know, Daddy, at first 🤧 But I’m still on board 🙌 He deserves to have more family content ❤ And yes on this blog he has two sons and I won’t be taking criticism💅

More Pregnancy/Family Headcanons ❤️

Warnings: no specific genders/pronouns used for reader | some mild pregnancy references in the beginning

💠He was already excited, but once you start showing, and when it's suddenly rolling and kicking -he's rolling and kicking- in there, he's practically glued to your side for a while! He's already so in love with his son, and it's obvious he can't wait any longer because most nights he's curled up next to your tummy before bed, or buried in your chest with a hand trying to feel those kicks that he usually catches too late 🥺

💠Aaaaand when you start showing, he goes full on into every mode you can think of! Dad Mode, Protective Mode, Overly Affectionate Mode, you name it.

💠It just suddenly feels more real and sudden, and he's realizing that maybe this house isn't the best place for his baby. It wasn't necessarily designed with a family in mind, after all 😅 But with the help of JARVIS, he can figure out a few ways to baby-proof this place a little better! But then even he's fumbling to practice unlocking those baby-proof locks, and after testing out a few child locks on JARVIS and his answers, he might accidentally get himself kicked out of admin privileges and still runs into a few issues where he can't get a question answered or a query run because it's considered "dangerous" 😭 It's not technically perfect, but he'll settle for Stark proof! Surely if he can't get into it, neither could his kid, right?

💠 You're pretty sure he's more excited than you to work on the nursery! He's just excited to be involved in something he never thought he would be! And just wants to go above and beyond before baby is even born 🥺 and make sure he'll already have the best of everything!

💠 You'll probably end up in very silly arguments, and honestly let Tony just have his way for this one. He did design this house, so surely he can do a decent job on the room! He's having a crisis on step one: the color scheme 😔 He wants a more "gender neutral" color, but there are too many shades of yellows and greens! You'll have to help him out, and calm him down… a newborn is not going to be picky about whether his room is mint green or vanilla yellow 🤧

💠 He's very proud when he gets it painted and hangs some pretty white curtains over the window! "What do you think?" He asks very excitedly, resting his hands on either side of your belly and kissing the top of your head. It's still empty other than a white wooden crib that hasn't been put together yet, its pieces scattered in the corner, but it's coming together. "It's cute." You smile back at him, sliding your hands up and down his forearms encouragingly. He leans in for a quick kiss before looking down. "What do you think, junior?" You giggle when he bends down to kiss your stomach, pressing a cheek to you and waiting a few moments as if listening. He hums in thought and looks around. "The ceiling needs something cute."

💠You try to help him out, but he might be a little overbearing. You find some cute dragonfly string lights, trying to hang them up while he surprisingly struggles with the crib. But he's probably struggling because he's too busy keeping an eye on you on that ladder, but he doesn't want to kick you out either because you're having fun decorating too :(

💠Honestly anything you do gives him half a heart attack! You're pregnant, not dying 🙄 though it may feel like you are sometimes If you need any help, he's there! And if you don't, he's still there! Depending on what it is, he might just do it for you and convince you to rest, especially the further along you get. It doesn't matter how much you protest, but hands cupping your cheeks and a few forehead kisses oughta calm you down! And if it doesn't, he'll give your lips a nice long smooch next. Can't be so huffy when you're out of breath, after all 😌 And he can be pretty convincing 😉

💠If you're going out, so is he! If he's not around, someone's going with you. He's always been a little overprotective, but now you're very pregnant and also kinda, ya know, married to Iron Man, so you can probably see where all of that protectiveness comes from

💠But don't worry! When you do go out, he's not some paranoid bodyguard constantly on the lookout. He is always on the lookout for more stuff to put in the nursery, though! You might have to stop him from getting yet another stuffed animal to clutter the little wardrobe with, but you can stop him from getting that cute little outfit he spotted!

💠And speaking of not being around, he hates being gone! For a number of reasons. But once he's home, he's all over you. Your tummy always gets kisses right after you, but eventually you'll become second in line for kisses, sorry 😇 You both get goodnight and good morning kisses, and sometimes he'll talk all about the mission he just went on as if reciting an epic tale, and it won't ever fail to make you laugh. He's working on his bedtime story skills, okay!

💠Your usual cuddle positions might have to get a little rearranged for a while, especially towards the end, but as long as he can keep a hand on your belly and have easy kissing access to your cheek or your hair he's fine! It's harder for you to get comfortable than for him, and harder to snuggle into his chest like you probably used to :/

💠And by the time you get around 32 weeks, he's making it very loud and clear that he should only be called in an emergency, especially if you've already gotten a due date. And to please try and leave him alone for at least a few weeks afterward 😪

💠And once he is born, Tony hardly lets him out of his sight (and his arms). The two were already the best of friends even when he was kicking his father from the womb, but they're pretty inseparable!

💠You all definitely get into a schedule. You take certain shifts, and Tony takes certain shifts. Tony takes any of the late nights and early mornings. He's probably already awake anyway, and he wakes up pretty quickly too, so he doesn't mind!

💠Well, he says he doesn't mind, but he's always pretty exhausted. You'll often find them both asleep by the time you wake up. Your son is always bundled up in one of the many blankets around here and peacefully curled on his father's chest. If you can't find them, they're likely in the lab! Until he starts to reach out to touch things and starts crawling around, that is… He hates to kick out his lab buddy, but this isn't exactly the safest area for a baby to be wandering around 😞

💠Sometimes he'll find the two of you asleep, too (or maybe you're just resting your eyes- you didn't fall asleep, really!) , and it's definitely one of his favorite things to see ❤️ If you're on the sofa or maybe even in bed, he's 100% just snuggling into you too! He's wrapping an arm over yours and giving both of you a little kiss before nosing into your neck. He's probably also falling asleep, especially if he's just come home. And now you have two babies 😇 If you're in the recliner in the nursery, he'll carefully give you both a kiss and take baby from you to put to bed. And then he has to wake you up to get you to bed... but surely he can make up for it, though😌😉

💠 He'll love it just as much if you curl up with them, too! Though, sometimes he'll get a little cramped, but he doesn't want to disturb either of you :( You're both too cute for him to move you aside 🥰

💠They also blow kisses to each other before Tony leaves 🥺 And if you're holding him when he comes in for a hug, he'll try to grab at dad's shirt or neck to be held. Tony will always hold him for a minute or two, but he can only stick around for a few more cheek kisses before he has to go :( You all hate when he leaves, and it's hard on you all. Your son knows dad put him into his crib at night, and is always the one getting him up in the morning.

💠But as soon as Tony is home, the house is always full of cooing and laughter from both of them. You're pretty sure Tony tells the best jokes in baby talk, but too bad neither of you understands it! His dad is always messing with him, too, but at least he thinks it's funny! Tony is always bouncing those tiny feet and blowing raspberries. When he starts to reach out to touch dad's face, Tony very sweetly kisses the hand trying to grab his nose and poke his cheeks. Until he starts poking him in the eye 😪 and your son thinks it's hilarious when he replies with an ow and starts shaking his little arm

💠Just as you always gave Tony a heart attack while pregnant, he's probably going to give you a heart attack with your baby. As soon as he can hold his head up, Tony is out there with him in the pool! Holding him of course, but he will literally be throwing him in the air and catching him 😰 They're both having a great time, at least! But you might not be 🤧 And when he's still really small, Tony will just carry him around in the crook of one arm, and will even continue to work, and bend, and walk- even in public. It probably looks like he's being a bit careless, but he's really not! And besides, you know from experience how comfortable and secure those strong arms can be 😌

💠And do we even need to mention the lab? You'll have plenty reason to be wary of it, but sometimes Tony likes to have company down there. When he's not blowing stuff up, of course! Plus, he's always busy, and might not get as much time with him as you usually do, so how could you say no? Tony is actually pretty responsible! You can trust him not to get into anything too flammable! Not around the baby, at least...

💠Tony spoils the hell out of him without meaning too. Tony might be able to rock him pretty often and bounce him on his leg, but when Tony is gone, you don't tend to have that luxury. Putting him back into his bouncers can be a nightmare, but keeping him swaddled to your chest or back will satiate him if you can get by! Don't worry: it doesn't work out in Tony's favor, either. Sometimes he's busy, but he can't help but bend to his son's will and keep him in his arms. He can't stand the crying anyway, and he may also need him quiet while he's on a pretty important phone call 😅 Sometimes he can hand him off to you, but sometimes you're busy or gone! He'll struggle with properly doing it at first, but he'll pick up on what you do: swaddle him in a blanket and tie it around your chest and/or back. Baby is secured and happy! And it leaves your hands free to keep working. It's probably a little funny to see him walking around the lab with his son on his back, but it works! It also seems to help put him to sleep, at least 😮‍💨

💠When he really starts to babble more, you'll probably be wondering who tf Tony is talking to. He'll just straight up talk to his infant son like an adult, but he does answer, to be fair. You'll hear him in the kitchen talking about air fryers and agreeing with that nonsensical babbling (our son says we need an air fryer, btw), or he might be complaining about a character in a show and he'll act just as outraged 😂 He'll even mimic the hand motions! It's quite adorable, and there will be no doubt about which mini-me he is 🥰