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[norrisainz33]

stroints || ls18

summary: you attend your first ever grand prix as lance's partner and he has a great season opening weekend!

pairing: lance stroll x nonfamous!reader

fc & warnings: none & slightly suggestive at the end. you are responsible for the content you consume!

requested: yes! thank you so much for your request xx

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chloestroll: wait i love them both. i say wear the white on race day and blue on quali day

ynuser: ooooo good idea! i was considering wearing some aston merch on sunday and one of these on saturday but maybe i do what you said instead

chloestroll: oh i mean aston merch would be cute af too

ynuser: hmmmmmmm too many decisions here bc i also have this super cute jean set that maybe i’ll wear on race day instead ugh idek

lilyzneimer: either way you're going to outshine everyone you're radiant

ynuser: thank you baby girl 😭

lance_stroll: trying not to drool over how fcking gorgeous you are

ynuser: lance stopppp 😭😭

lance_stroll: it’s true!! i’ve somehow bagged the most beautiful girl in the entire world

ynuser: you’re such a sweet talker

lance_stroll: 🤷🏻‍♂️

lilymhe: the white top is to die for pls that one

ynuser: thank you for the input doll

yourbff: hear me out. white top with that gorgeous big gold necklace our favorite man got you

ynuser: no because you’re so right. that’s it! that’s the fit for quali!

flavy_barla: omg personally i'd pick the lace top

ynuser: yesss i think it 100% is the winner

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f1gossip: is this lance stroll’s lucky charm? meet lance’s new partner, y/n y/l/n, who is making her race day debut! the couple's romance has been the talk of the town ever since those sizzling new year's eve photos were spotted on chloe stroll’s story. will y/n be the secret weapon aston martin’s been waiting for this season? only time will tell!

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user1: oh….. she’s literally so pretty?

user2: cut the tapes! ive seen enough! shes my new favorite wag

user3: god i hope she brings lancey good luck. he needs it fr

user7: no he really does. i just want the best for him this season

user4: did y'all see the way shes wearing an L necklace

user1: stop im too fragile for this

user5: WHO is this diva

user2: if u find out lmk! i just tried to scroll her insta and its private but she seems so normal

user5: lowkey... i think she is just a normal girl... i found her linkedin and she out here having a full time job

user2: this has to be rage bait... shes living my dream

user5: no truly. im so jealous but also im rooting for her?

user6: why did i not know about her sooner?! do we think lance can fight?

user8: he can't fight us all!

user33: no one cares abt her or stroll

user1: the hate is so forced gtfo

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yourbff: you gotta warn a girl before posting something as scary as that first slide (i say this with love)

ynuser: SCERAMING hes just a goofy lil guy

yourbff: if you say so girly pop

chloestroll: leo and i are curled up and ready to watch uncle lancey bring it home!

ynuser: omg even little leo is watching?! its his first race too <3

chloestroll: we gotta support our favorite uncle!!!!

astonmartinf1: send us that first pic im begging

ynuser: only if you agree to post it on every social media channel you have

astonmartinf1: he's not gonna like that... but for you.... anything xxoo

ynuser: admin you are my favorite

astonmartinf1: and you're mine but don't tell anyone i said that

lilymhe: adjusting to the paddock life?

ynuser: kind of? every time i breath a camera takes another picture of me. i'm terrified they're going to get something embarrassing

lilymhe: hahahaha i mean odds are high that they will. remember what i said and just try to ignore them and act natural. i swear the media can smell fear

ynuser: that must be why they're always around. im sure im radiating it

lilymhe: deep breaths y/n/n its ok

lance_stroll: WHY

ynuser: omg get off ur phone you have a race to score points in

ynuser: oh now you wanna leave me on read ok

flavy.barla: if you need someones hand to squeeze through the the first few laps... you know where to find me babe

ynuser: no i literally am on my way. they haven't even finished the formation lap and i'm going to throw up

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lance_stroll: a fantastic start to the season! thank you to the team and everyone who worked so hard over the off season to get this car where it is. lets keep this momentum going!!

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user1: a double exclamation???? you must be over the moon my stoic king

ynuser: stroints!!!!!! this calls for a celebration

lance_stroll: yes it does ;)

estebanocon: wait count flavy and i in to this celebration??

flavy.barla: yes please!!!

ynuser: well duhhhh

user5: need photo evidence of this party so bad. f1gossip im counting on you

user2: yayyyyyy lance!!!!

chloestroll: leo and i are so proud of you

scottyjames31: thats our favorite uncle right there!

lance_stroll: love you guys 🤍

user18: y/n made the win photo dump im crying. she's def his good luck charm, i hope she comes to every race

astonmartinf1: well done lance! 💚

user22: thats our goat!! can't help but notice you're ahead of that horse team in the standings... lets keep that going boy

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f1gossip: because you all asked so nicely and we couldn't not deliver..... we got some intel that a certain driver, his new partner, their friends and a few other drivers are out celebrating the start of the season in melbourne this evening

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user1: AHHHHHH MAN

user5: my goat! you always pull through. idk how u got eyes everywhere

f1gossip: and thats a secret ill never tell xx

user3: WOW lance looks good af im about to start drooling..

user4: y/n one lucky girl thats for dam sure

user5: no genuinely i am so envious

user6: i just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot

user12: lance i was unfamiliar with your game

user18: esteban and alex are there too so cuteeeeee

user22: he needed this

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yourbff: girl get off that phone! I am SICKENED by the last photo

ynuser: god forbid a girl have hobbies

yourbff: you right. my bad ms pillow princess

lance_stroll: hheheeh you're so pretty

ynuser: eheheh no you

lance_stroll: i can hear you giggling from the bathroom

ynuser: you caught me

lance_stroll: get back out here

ynuser: yes sir

chloestroll: looks like you guys had a good night.. not sure i needed to see that last photo tho

ynuser: the best night!!! had to make sure to properly celebrate a great start to the season! and yeah sorry pls look scroll away and pretend you didnt see it

chloestroll: hahaaha well i hope next time scotty and i are there with you guys to celebrate together!

ynuser: ugh yes i hope so too 🤍🤍

flavy.barla: petite fille!!!! ohhh thank you for letting este and i tag along this evening i had a blast

ynuser: you are literally always allowed to tag along my love. i seriously am obsessed with you

flavy.barla: feeling is mutual. lets run away together

ynuser: done

lilymhe: petition for us to party after every race together pls you are literally the most fun

ynuser: omg stop YOU are the most fun! but yes ofc lets hang out and do everything together plssssss

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a/n: thank you sm for reading!! likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated.

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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

❥ part two (part 1: here)

Content warning: none

fem reader

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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"And now you know me too / Yeah I see it in your eyes / Seeing through what I demise / Seeing through what I've become. So better show me / My only way to see / I can't find peace / Yeah that's my only chance to seize your light / So never let me go"

Word count: 800 Warnings: nothing Tags: melancholy, established relationship, h/c??? idk Prompt/Summary: Viktor can't sleep at night and faces his thoughts and fears in the middle of the night. For the Spotify fic game @dlbitch asked for #35 with Viktor, which is a song titled hessdalen by Azahriah. A/N: I'm not gonna lie when I first saw this I was like FUCK because I'm sure 99% of you won't know this song because it's from a Hungarian artist (it's in english tho), but then I realized it's so perfect for Viktor? Like? I hightly recommend listening to it because I feel like didn't do it justice with this drabble lmao😭😭 I hope you enjoy! ❤ (Also I'm so sorry I'm so slow with these.)

The night was quiet in Viktor’s apartment, apart from the faint sound of your breaths. He turned his head to the side, looking at you—your sleeping frame and angelic face. You seemed so peaceful, so free of the troubles of everyday life—free of the troubles of his life. He looked at the clock, and the bright digits showed 3:15.

He sighed and swiped his palm across his face. This happened more and more lately, his insomnia getting worse every day, his thoughts and worries like a hurricane in his mind, tearing everything apart. You shuffled around next to him and turned your back, and he seized the opportunity to squeeze himself against you, embracing you from behind.

He pressed his face against the crook of your neck, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose and your soft skin warming his face, he felt his heartbeat calm down. But he couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that find home in his heart. Inhabited every waking moment. Stained every happy second of his life that he dared to enjoy.

Because deep inside he felt he was wasting valuable time. Time, that he could – he should – use to leave a mark, to help people. To finally matter in a way he wanted, before it’s too late, before he...

He squeezed you tighter. But didn’t he already leave a mark... on you? Shouldn’t that be enough, that during his short time in this life, he had friends? That he was lucky enough to know what love is? And feel what it’s like to be loved so deeply and unconditionally?

His heartbeat quickened in his chest, hammering against his ribcage. And there it was. The guilt. Why can’t that be enough?

He felt your warm hand envelope his own, pulling it close to your chest. His breathing hitched as he studied you, wondering if he woke you up. One, two, three seconds passed, but your chest steadily rose and fell with your blissful, unaware breaths. He was wondering what you were seeing in your dreams.

He knew what you spent every waking moment with – being with him, trying to help him. Either by working on a solution, consoling him, or confronting him about how even if he wasn’t dying, he’d work himself to death eventually. He knew you meant well, and you accepted him like he was. A workaholic, a man on a mission. But he also knew you were right, and you couldn’t see him like that. Coughing up blood and falling asleep at his desk. You didn’t want to lose him before time.

When you’d fight, he’d see your lips trembling, even though you did everything in your power to seem strong. With heavy breathing, you’d say something to him and storm out of the lab, leaving him alone in his miserable existence. He always immediately regretted those fights, but you had to understand. And he knows you did. After those nights he’d come home to you already in bed, and curl up behind you, embracing you in a tight hug. He hated when he made you cry.

He pressed a soft kiss on your neck, barely a touch of a feather, but he felt your weight shift on the squeaky mattress, and he stilled. You turned towards him under his arm, looking at him from under your heavy eyelids. He didn’t say a word and you moved your palm to his cheek, caressing him lightly.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked in a sleepy haze, slightly slurring the words together. He smiled at you – you were so adorable. The twinkle in your sleepy eyes, your hair being a mess, and the blanket half slipped down your body, his heart swell. You were so perfect. He didn’t answer but leaned down to you and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, while caressing your hair.

“It is nothing to worry about,” he answered, pulling you closer into him, trying to avoid touching you with his right leg. You told him plenty of times that it didn’t bother you, but he didn’t want you to get cold from the metallic touch.

He remembered how afraid he was to confront you about his actions. How he couldn’t help but think you’d despise him, how disappointed you’d be. But you weren’t. Not even for a second.

“Would you like some tea? Would that help?” you asked, and put your hand on his arm, caressing it gently. His eyes softened and a crooked smile found its way to his lips. The smile you loved so much.

“There’s no need, darling. Go back to sleep, we’ll have an early morning.”

“I love you, Viktor. No matter what.”

“I love you too. Forever.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead, and pulled you close to his chest, caressing your hair.

Feelings took over him as you laid in his arms, emotions rose then fell. Then he felt peace.

He would not give up. Why couldn’t he have it all? He’d find a way to stay with you. To help people. To fight for his dreams and for his home.

And even if he couldn’t. How could this not be enough?

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

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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"She said that she had to go on a field trip for one of her assignments and she needed someone to catsit... yeah, you could see who she chose for that job, " - Tim Drake

He'd never guessed that Hana would keep a furry little companion in the small comforts of her apartment; not to mention what she named the little critter too. 'She's Batman!' He recalled his girlfriend saying and yeah, he can see the resemblance. A little.

The very funny and coincidental fur pattern that made it look like the cat donned a mask, not to mention, the curled ears that pointed upwards to the sky - it definitely looked like Batman's cowl. Tim can't deny that. Only difference is that this Batman flops around and is chunky. Way, way chunky after being neutered. So instead of patrolling Gotham City at night, she opts to roll around the carpeted ground and leave cat fur all over his sweats. Great.

"Mrrrp!" - Batman.... the cat!

Tim couldn't live it down. Doesn't matter that his Dad said it was okay or whatnot. It's just that the Bruce Wayne looked way too smug watching him try to coax the critter out from under his desk. He can't call her out because it's embarrassing to say 'C'mere, Batman, c'mere!' when your adoptive dad is literally The Batman.

The black and white cat simply rolls around Bruce's feet like it's oblivious to the inner crisis her catsitter was facing - meowing and purring while she leaves white cat fur on his Dad's expensive slacks. Yeah, he's not going to catsit for his girlfriend. Ever.

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Here's the real life Batman the cat!!!! I missed her so much and I really wanted to practice on drawing more animals so I chose my grandpa's cat!! I just found it hilarious that me and my sisters decided to name her Batman because of her ears and mask pattern! (Which, frankly, turned out to be a good choice in name)

A fellow member from Discord also told me that the Batfam actually has a cat named Alfred!!! That's cute!!! I'll draw Batman the Cat and Alfred the Cat soon!!!! ❤❤😭😭

[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]

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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.

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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 :)

landonorris replied to your story !

get those grades queen

but also take ur breaks pls and thanks

💅 , thanks lan !

yukitsunoda0511 replied to your story !

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

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

[ruegoreos]

your wish is my command (thanks for the repost, appreciate the love and support❤)

❗❗WARNINGS❗❗: fluff. tooth rotting fluff. cursing.

Notes: this is my first fic that im publishing for the public eye😞constructive criticism is welcome! I wrote this at 2:AM, so if there's any misspelling or sentences that don't make sense please tell me😭enjoy the meal (hopefully??)

The man slept like a fucking bag of bricks. Immovable and completely still. Marc could sleep through a nuclear bombing without even a single twitch or jerk. You were pretty much the same too, not waking up until the sun finally wedged its way through the blinds, or your alarm went off.

That was until the baby was born.

After your baby was born, you stirred awake from every little noise possible, even if it wasn't produced by the infant. The AC would turn on, its gentle humming drifting through the apartment, and you would be awake in an instant.

Marc told you it was your 'paternal instincts' (something Steven had taken the liberty of doing a deep study on), and he'd carefully pepper your face with soft kisses before lulling you back to sleep in his warm, snug arms.

On occasion, the baby would (as baby's do) wake up in a fit and start to fuss. That would always snap you out of your doze, no matter how heavy or how soft the cry was.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a soft cry coming from your baby's crib. Immediately shifting under the sheets, you pull the blanket back and try to untangle yourself from the bear trap that was your husbands body.

Before you could swing your feet over the edge of the bed, one of Marc's large hands wraps around your waist, his warm palm planting itself on your stomach, effortlessly pulling you back into the bed.

"Marc." You protest with a groggy voice, trying, and failing, to free yourself from Marc's grip. Marc grumbled quietly, using his other hand to grab your upper arm. Dragging you back under the blankets, Marc spoons you from behind, resuming your earlier position.

You feel the arch of his nose dig into the nape of your neck as he nuzzles his face into you, the expanse of his warm and muscular chest pressed firmly against your shoulder blades. There was no denying that Marc was a comfy cuddler. You could easily fall back asleep if you wanted to. But the baby.

Squirming in his arms, you feebly wrap your hands around his arms, which are locked around your body now. He grumbled into your neck, his grip onto tightening, as if Marc was trying to mold you into his body.

"Marc, let go-"

Without warning, Marc grabs your shoulders and flips you onto your back. The sudden movement had you gasp quietly, your eyes widening as they met Marcs, which were now above you. Marc hovered above you, gracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush you.

"Baby." Marc mumbles, his Chicago accent thick and his voice raspy from sleep. His eyes flickered even in the dark, catching the softest of light as he furrowed his brow. Marcs hair, which was a mess of dark curls, draped down his furrowed forehead.

"Listen." Staring up at Marc, you meet his eyes as you do what he says. You listen. You hear the subtle tick of the clock on the wall. The AC humming. The refrigerator running. Cars honking outside.

After a few moments, Marcs left hand comes to rest on your cheek, the calluses pad of his thumb stroking soothing stripes across the apple of your cheek. You can feel the cool metal of his ring touch your skin with each soft caress.

"Ro isn't crying." He whispers, his gentle touch never ceasing. Randall, or Ro, as Marc calls him, was sound asleep in his crib, not a single noise coming from the nursery down the hall. "You need to sleep, baby, you're exhausting yourself night after night."

Marc leans down and presses his warm and soft lips to your forehead, right between your eyebrows. His breath was hot against your skin as he whispers, "Stay with me, sweetheart. Sleep with me."

Rolling his body off of yours, Marc adjusts your body until he's spooning you again. Wrapping his arms around your torso, you feel one of his legs slip between yours, interlocking your bodies together in a sleepy tango.

Marcs lips pepper soft, feather light kisses to your shoulder, his hot breath rolling over your skin in waves. He gives you a comforting squeeze as he whispers, "I got you, sweetheart."

[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.

[ccorinthians]

hii!! can you write a fic where the reader is soda's soc friend and whenever she comes over to the curtis house she's SUPER flirty with darry because she thinks how he reacts is funny/cute (she's genuinely into him, though) 😭❤

a/n: even though you irritate (jokes..) me sometimes your request was genuinely super cute and i hope you enjoy reading it!! since there wasn't too much specified i decided to honor the summer season that's coming up soon (i NEED summer to come sooner im going crazy) and wrote this based in the summer >< p.s sorry it took me a while to complete but hopefully it was worth the wait :))

tw: mild mention of alcohol + smoking, slightly suggestive content

⋆ im not toying with you by @ccorinthians darrel curtis fic ft. short headcanons ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

୭ৎ ࣪ every time you'd go over to the curtis house, you tried so desperately to grab his attention. though he tried so hard to ignore your small compliments and flirty comments, he couldn't hide the way his face practically lit up. there was a small hint of blush that covered his face, and you'd always catch a glimpse of it before he turned away . ࣪ ⊹

୭ৎ ࣪ every time darry catches a glimpse of you at their house, sitting on the couch with his brothers, he'll try to act like he has to keep leaving him room to use the bathroom, get a snack, check something in the kitchen, throw something away, etc, all to pace around and keep looking at you . ࣪ ⊹

entry for june 27th: darry on page. 8

so what do girls typically do when they like a guy? they wait for the guy, usually. and until their confession arrives, they'll flirt a little here and there, sure, but they always, always, stand back and wait. so, why is it that she doesn't do that? she so does not do the same. i mean, she's always all over me. not because i don't like it but it's so confusing. why does she always arrive at our house so lively and flirtatious towards. i mean, im really starting to think she's just playing with my feelings to simply see my reaction. and of course it's not my first rodeo with women, but she's completely different. it's almost irritating.

you walked through the door with the rest of your friends and soda, singing along to the lyrics from one of the songs playing on the small radio held in your friends hand. the pink bikini didn't leave much for the imagination, and you exclusively chose it because you'd know darry would see you. your hair flowed freely, curls threatening to spill out of the messy bun you had attempted at hours before.

your slippers knocked against the wooden floor loudly as you made your way into the kitchen to set down the can of beer onto the counter, making sure to greet everyone on your way there. including darry. and what had you said to him? "hey, darry! did you happen to dress up all for me? 'cause frankly it worked. i think i like you more now. wanna try knocking that shirt off? id like to see under-" before you finished your sentence, soda shoved a popsicle in your mouth, saving his brother from further humiliation.

you glared at him before glancing back over at darry, stretching your arms out in front of you as you took the treat out of your mouth with a pop. "wanna join us at the beach?"

entry for june 30th: darry on page. 9

she did it on purpose. it's been days since she came over with soda, asking us all about "wanna go to the beach with us?" in that stupid voice of hers. she knew. she knew i'd be there and she knew i wouldn't be able to say no. i mean, sure, one could say she was just being friendly and making sure we had fun but not she looked at me like that. only me, not to johnny who just happened to be playing video games on the couch with pony, and not to soda who was next to her. and not when she just, looked like that. her bikini, her hair, and her entire demeanor changed when she looked at me. it all became brighter. maybe it was me, but there was immense tension between us. or maybe im just rambling now. but still, is she just doing this for fun?

you covered it up perfectly. you had initially wanted to see darry and decided it'd be a perfect idea if you asked soda to hangout that day. you walked the long distance from your house to their house and made sure you wouldn't get caught by your parents, practically sprinting to the other side of town.

when you arrived, you accidentally knocked loud enough to wake up the entire block.. so when darry heard knocks on the door, he had instinctively yelled a few curses at you before he could see you behind it, his eyebrows twitched for a split second before he cleared his throat, voice softening. "sorry. thought it was some rando, uh- d'ya need anything?"

a smile crept over your face, eyes turning into small crescents as you scurried inside, staring back up at him. darry's frame was large compared to yours, so it was a bit weird the way he tried hiding his face, pathetically. "im here to see you! and your brother, but specifically you. i missed looking at that face of yours."

his eyes turned away to look anywhere but yours, clearing his throat. "yeah, right. just go wait back outside for soda, he'll come out inna bit." he sent you away. again. perhaps you'd just have to try again tomorrow.

it just happened to be you, ponyboy, sodapop, and darry all squished in the middle of the couch. johnny sitting in between ponyboy's legs, the two giggling away loudly. twobit was spread over the floor accompanied by steve whose snores could be heard throughout the entire living room. nothing that played on the television being audible at all.

you had purposely sat right next to darry, making sure your hands so subtly grazed against his, your knees knocking together every once in a while. you could feel the way his body tensed every time that happened, and the way his breath slightly hitched as he inched away from you. it was no use though as the two of you ended up right back, side by side.

and your wingman, soda, did everything in his power to make sure that he took up the most space in the couch, causing for you and darry to press up against one another, your thighs now pressed flush against his own. this was something you'd down before, plenty of times. all purposely, and frankly, it was only because you liked seeing the way he would gulp silently, his eyes trailing off to look into the air.

you enjoyed seeing the way he would try to act like nothing was happening, attempting to scoot away from you but deep down, you knew he wanted to do much more. you could see it in the way his gaze landed on you, so gently.

"so what? ive liked you for so long now! you really think so low of me? seriously, a girl tries her best for months only for a lousy excuse."

darry ran a hand through his hair, his heart aching as he tried to keep calm. "you're a soc. you're the complete opposite of me! everything you do, everything you say is a bit contrast to what i do and say. im darry curtis, a dirty greaser. and you, you're just perfect. so why?"

your eyes landed on the small gift box in your hands, the chocolate fully melted and seeping through the packaging from the scorching sun outside. "that's exactly why i like you. because you're darry curtis. and because you're not an asshole. im not toying with you, darry."

darry shook his head, "no, you are annoying."

"you're just saying that. don't." you said shakily, hands making their way to wrap around his broad shoulders.

his hands trailed over the small curve of your waist, eyebrows furrowing as he leaned foward and pressed his forehead against yours. his hot breath tickled your face, a small smile peeking through your tight lips. your skin was boiling with every touch, sticky and covered in cold water from your previous encounter at the lakes.

"..not really. i mean it. but i guess it's only okay 'cause it happens to be you." he grins, a chuckle slipping past his lips before he opens his eyes, his lashes flickering against your skin. you pulled back with a frown, slapping his exposed chest.

you turned to look through the window, seeing johnny light a cigarette before handing it over to ponyboy. everybody else playing around in the water. your eyes trailed back to his body, eyes lingering for a moment too long before you inhaled. "fine. but let's head back out with everybody else. it's too hot in here."

and for the record, your skin wasn't boiling because it was hot. but because his touch was.

on august 18th, the two of you decided to hangout. when you had finally grown tired at exactly 11am, you whispered for him to get into the bed.

he plopped into your arms almost obediently when you had asked, his hair falling in front of his eyes. your hands reached to caress his cheek, knuckles rubbing the soft skin before he let his eyes fall closed, sighing into your touch. you whispered softly before he dozed off, making sure he heard your saccharine tone. "i was never toying with you, darry."

and you placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

entry for august 18th: darry on page. 43

she kissed me today.

[sober-stupid-shithead]

I know I asked about your RiD15 Fixit headcanons. But do you have any vore headcanons for him? If you don't mind me asking of course

Of course I don't mind you asking! This is literally THE RID15 vore blog lmao

Shockingly enough while I do love Fixit a lot I don't personally invision him a lot in vore scenarios. Not to say he isn't the most prey to ever prey, but I guess I'm more fixated on other goobers. Anyway, on with the show!

(CW: fearplay, willing and unwilling, vore ofc)

• I think he would be against the idea at first. He has a lot of fears, internalized or not, about being hurt by the bigger bots around him, so I think that would translate to this as well. Once someone proves to him they're trustworthy (or just crams him down their gullet without a warning) I think he would come around to it

• It can go one of two ways with him if course, the classic willing/unwilling prey scenarios. Think those times he got deadass equipped by both Optimus and that Australian hive mech 😭

• For willing, I could see a kind and worried Bumblebee (or insert mech of choice) sitting down and talking with him about his glitches. Fixit works a lot, is disabled, and gets overwhelmed frequently by Decepticon break-ins. He deserves a break. A gentle conversation followed by an even gentler gulp down the intake, and he's safe to doze off without a worry. No work, no danger. Aaand probably him talking his head off until he actually manages to take a nap. very cute and fluffy all around.

• Now. UNwilling on the other hand. Yeah it's about the thousandth time he's been snatched up by a Decepticon. Either on or off the battlefield, some nasty grabbed him up and swallowed him down quicker than a pill. He immediately would start freaking out of course, voice going shrilly and curling in on himself in the cramped space he was suddenly forced into. Whoever ate him, depending on how particularly cruel they were, would definitely tease him for how easy he was to capture and how pathetically he cried. Fearplay galore as this poor old man is terrified out of his plating until one of the Autobots can get him spat back up.

• No matter how he is introduced, I think he would end up being okay with being a prey sometimes to relax with a friend or partner. It's simply too cozy and snuggly inside a tank to resist for long. And it makes him feel very, very safe after being in a massive empty prison ship for so long.

• Pred Fixit headcanons.....

• yeah no 😭😭

Hope u enjoyed!! tried to make these as realistic to the character and my own personal headcanons as possible. we need more Fixit love in this fandom ❤

[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