#my special girl i’m gonna hold her forever

[loviingpedri]

tripling the fun - jude and jobe bellingham

part 2 -> part 1 here

prompt: jude fulfills everyone’s dreams.

jude x fem!reader.

jobe & reader platonic soulmates

warnings: grammar issues, cursing, arguments (happy ending), jealous jude, all characters are fictional (except jude, jobe, and their parents)

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salt air, and the rust on your door.

flower in your hair, feet in the sand, salty air entering through your nose.

joining the annual vacation with the bellingham family and your sweet parents, life felt as ease.

at least, for you.

jude was rapidly tapping his feet on the wood bedroom floor. hands in his hair, anxiety filling up his thoughts. jobe was seriously getting concerned.

“mate, you have two days. everything is gonna be okay.” sitting next to him on the bed, jobe put his hand on jude’s shoulder to get his nerves to calm down.

“i’m overthinking it now. what if she says no? what if she only sees me as a brother? am i being delusional?” he could feel his heart racing, and it wasn’t even the day.

jude was planning to ask you out. he felt like no other person who wasn't blood related to him could understand him, deeper and personally better than you. noticing over the past few years, he noticed his rising feelings for you. getting overexcited by the mention of you two hanging out. his cheeks heat up as the thought of you popping into his head. his resistance of trying not to pull you into a deep hug.

jobe, trying to comfort him to the best of his ability, was getting concerned. “jude, you seriously need to calm down. y/n is one of my favorite people in the entire world. have you ever seen her talk to anyone else? i mean seriously, her whole life involves us.”

“you’re not helping,” jude stands up from the bed, heading his way outside for a bit of fresh air. “i need a breather.”

walking across the sand to gather his thoughts, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

admiring how your hair flowed in the air, perfectly shaped and painted nails coming into contact with the golden sand. your lashes slowly moving up and down as you blinked. he couldn’t grasp the idea of losing you.

“hey jude, what’s going on?” almost standing up, he quickly sat down beside you. “is anyone asking for me?”

shaking his head, “nah, everything is fine. i just needed to take a walk.”

noticing his body language, and how his eyebrows moved when he talked, something was wrong. “you seem tense. is there anything you wanna talk about? what’s on your mind?” you scooted closer to him, touching shoulders.

jude cleared his throat, a lump forming. “there’s nothing wrong. i just wanted to see the sunset. beautiful waves isn’t it?”

“definitely. i wish i could spend all day here.” resting your head on his shoulder, he began to control his breathing and heart rate. struggling to make a next move, he moved his arm to push you closer by your shoulder.

little did you know, your mother and denise were standing from the balcony, watching you two embrace each other’s comfort.

jobe holding his youngest nephew, who was pointing at the future couple, seeing what the future could bring.

----------the next morning--------------

"hey little one." jude picked up his niece and spun around.

"i found your stash of flowers. they look really pretty. are they for me?" catching a small glimpse of the gap of her teeth, jude couldn't help but laugh at the question.

"i would like to say yes, but they're for a really special girl. are you ready to go swim at the beach?"

a frown formed on her lips, "yeah, i guess so. i can't wait to build a giant sand castle that i can live there forever." she threw her arms up high in excitement.

"i don't know about forever, but i'm sure it's gonna be great."

a knock was heard on the door. the air felt colder as tension fell.

"hey jude, we're about to go." you gave him a warm smile, as he stood there in silence. he put the princess down as he went to go sat down on his bed.

he picked up his phone, texting jobe,

i'll be at the beach later, got to get my things together.

he took a deep breath. and for the next 30 minutes, he was trying to form the perfect plan. going out to the balcony to look for a special spot to set up a dinner. noticing splashes that seem far more intense.

getting a better view, he noticed you and jobe. jobe was hugging you from behind and throwing you into the waves. shared laughter echoing throughout the beach. he couldn't lie, the inside of the palm of his hands were sweating and getting white from the grip of the wood. he didn't wanna admit he was getting jealous of his own brother, but the timing was nowhere near perfect for things like this to happen. he has seen moments like this between you two, but it felt different. his head began pounding. he grabbed his towel and ran out to hopefully score a remarkable moment with you

smiles appeared on everyone's faces as he walked through the burning hot sand.

"jude, you're here!" you yelled as sounds of waves crashing and seagulls talking. he waved at you while he gave his mom his belongings for safe keeping.

joining you and jobe in the water, he felt off. in his imagination, jude felt like a mood-killer. the laughter died down, the sun no longer reflected off your skin. he felt like he caused something wrong.

clearing the air, jobe did little small splashes throughout the trio. jude stared at the smile that was on your face after jobe's actions. he felt anger race through his blood. impulsive thinking, he pushed the water right into jobe's face. jobe dodging the salt water in his eyes, he was confused on jude's sudden gesture. you ignored what just happened, because siblings can be siblings.

actions speaking more than words, jude became more aggressive. walking more towards to shore for safety, jude wasn't just playing around. he gave a jude a small but rough push to jobe, making him slip and fall into the water.

"jude, what the fuck." his eyebrows narrowed watching you trying to help jobe to his balance. you weren't sure what was going on, but awkwardness was following all three of you.

jobe cleared his throat, "do you know what we're having for dinner?"

"i think our dads are grilling tonight." jobe nodded as you played with the salt water. without any explanation, jude walked back to get the towel from his mom, and walked back to the house. jobe and you made eye contact in confusion, but just brushed it off.

walking to the shore, the three little children were playing with the sand. classic sand castle with wet sand circling it. picking up the baby boy, giving him a small kiss on his forehead, you could really see jude’s face written all over him.

“y/n, you should sit. the sand is cool under the umbrella.” jobe patted a spot next to him under the shade. sitting the baby down on your lap and hugging his tiny body, he pointed at the sand in jobe’s bucket.

“are you going to help build our castle?” the little princess with her pink hat was desperately trying to scoop a decent amount of sand in her flimsy shovel. jobe nodded his head, but we all know he loses the sand castle contest every year.

“y/n, guess what.” the girl said with a bright smile.

“what?” you smiled back, but more in confusion.

“jude has flowers in his room. i asked if they were for me, he said no. he said it was for someone special though.”

your lips made a small gap. you were shocked at the fact. jobe held in his breath. he was looking back and forth in panic.

“did you know jude was talking to someone, jobe?” he looked at you with slightly wider eyes.

frantically shaking his head, “no, of course not.” he looked at his mom for some help.

“did you know?” you asked denise.

she shrugged it off with a “no darling.” as she was playing it off. you were playing with the baby’s soft curls as your mind wandered off.

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“hey jude, how are you?” walking into his room and sitting down on the desk chair as he sat on the bed, scrolling through social media.

with an unexpected surprise, jude sat up. “i’m doing fine, how are you? you look like you got a nice tan.”

a slight giggle coming out, “yeah, it’s pretty nice. i just wanted to ask you about something.”

“about?”

“our lovely niece told me you bought flowers for someone,” jude instantly looked at you in your eyes. has his secret been busted? “i was just wondering who they were for. usually when you start talking to someone, jobe and i know.”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i bought them just because.”

“just because? you can’t be serious. have you met someone at the beach?” you got up from the chair and sat next to his legs on the edge of the bed.

“seriously y/n. they’re not for anyone. it wouldn’t be any of your business anyway.”

“excuse me?”

“why are you always in my business? i feel like you and jobe are spying on everything i do. and you try to get me to speak about everything. just leave me alone.”

“what the hell are you on about? we’ve never invaded your privacy. if you felt this way, you could’ve said something a long time ago.”

standing up in anger, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. everyone told everyone updates on their life, this wasn’t a secret tradition. surprisingly, jude would be the one sharing most of his life updates.

“you know what, you always take jobe’s side too. i feel left out every time. when i come around, you and him stop laughing and it gets all silent. i feel like i’m the bad guy.”

“jude, you’ve been acting fucking mental lately. i don’t know why you’re being like this, but you need to fix it. i asked a simple question, not a whole lecture from you.”

tears formed in your eyes as you went to leave the room.

“yeah, go run to jobe like you always do.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door with a loud bam following it.

jobe was waiting outside the door, hearing everything. breaking down in his arms, you thought this vacation would be different.

----------the next morning--------------

the smell of syrup, eggs, and other breakfast goodies was lurking around the beach house.

not a word from jude after the argument. it wasn’t any surprise that everyone in the place heard what was happening. mark, jude and jobe’s dad, made sure to cook butterfly pancakes to try and cheer you up. something he loved doing for you since you were a child.

sitting down with a plate of eggs and toast, he placed the pancake in front of you with a little whipped cream in the middle. giving you a gentle pat on the back, you thanked him quietly. jobe sat down next to you, not wasting a chance to dig in.

all of a sudden, the hairs on your arms rose due to the coldness. awkwardness cooling down the food as jude walked into the room. jobe cleared his throat as he glanced at you before looking down. you continued to try and eat, even though he made you lose your appetite.

“morning.” jude said to his mom as he gave her a little peck on her forehead.

quick change of events as jude sat on the other side of you. it was normal of course, jude, you, and jobe. it was just unexpected that he pretended nothing happened.

everyone ate in awkward silence. except jude, humming and dancing as he ate. his mom looked at him in concern.

“what?” he questioned her, as she quickly shook her head no. “being awfully quiet this morning, what did i miss?” everyone looked at him in confusion.

“nothing, just eat.”

he threw his arms up, “hey, i’m not making this awkward. you guys are.” he got up and started washing his plate and fork.

he was right, we were the ones being awkward. it didn’t change the fact that you didn’t get an apology though. finishing up your breakfast, you forced yourself to approach him with your dirty dishes. putting it into the sink, you stood behind him, waiting for him to be done.

he slightly whispered to you, “it’s fine, i got it.” you nodded at him while you went to the balcony for a summer breeze. soon, your mother and denise joined you.

after a few hours of talking, you got a text from jude. reading,

hey, can we talk later? meet me at the beach in 2 hours.

you tried not to question it. yet, the thought lingered. jude always apologizes straight away after an argument. what made it different now? giving the message a thumbs up, you continued talking with the ladies.

“hey y/n, did jude text you?” denise asked you.

“yeah, he did. he told me to meet him in 2 hours at the beach, but that was about an hour ago.”

“oh honey, you should probably change then.” your mom chimed in.

“what’s wrong with what i’m wearing?”

“wearing pajama pants in hot sand is not very fabulous.” the two moms laughed as they rushed to put something together in your room.

after playing dress up through your suitcase, it was finally time to go. the sun was starting to set, the orange hitting the water perfectly. walking down the creaking wooden stairs, you weren’t sure to expect.

looking to your right, you hands flew on your mouth. a table surrounded with roses, forming a heart shape, was lit with a candle. standing there at the table was jude, with a bouquet of flowers. he looked very nervous.

walking up to him, you really admired the detail. you both started laughing at the sudden seriousness in the friendship.

“are you kidding me? this is surreal.” you hugged him and kissed him on his cheek.

“do you forgive me? is this too much? i didn’t know if the flowers were too much. i also didn’t know if you wanted sand in between your toes as you ate. i mean, i could literally get on my knees and beg for forgiveness. please, forgive me.” cutting him off, you placed a finger on his lips.

“of course i do. i could never stay mad at my best friend.”

“uh. ouch. i was actually going to ask you something. y/n, would you be my girlfriend.”

your mouth formed an ‘o’ shaped. he started tapping his feet in stress.

“i don’t see why i shouldn’t be.” dropping the flowers quickly on the seat, he hugged you.

in history of hugs throughout your friendship, this one was the best one. it marked a new beginning.

a new beginning of love.

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to one of my lovely supporters - @judesthighveins

[wosoragebaiter69]

together forever

hayley raso x fem!reader

request: here

A/N: I got my new goalie gloves today 😜

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“Come on, the beach will be fun. Aussie beaches are like the best in the world! And it’s summer. Get up.” My girlfriend says.

“Hayley, we’ve been everyday this week.” I sigh sinking into the couch.

“Yeah but we haven’t been there on sunset. Sunsets on the beach are a different kind here.” She ends up giving puppy dog eyes which she knows I can’t say no to. In all our years of dating she still manages to make me crumple.

“Fine, it better be worth it.” Her smile grows wider and she jumps up and down. To which, I can only laugh at.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go.” I grab my phone and a towel, before following her outside and we begin the walk to the beach.

The walk consists of small talk, Hayley seems slightly nervous but I can’t imagine why. Maybe she doesn’t think I’ll like it? Time can only tell. I place her hand in mine in hopes that whatever she’s worried about will go away when she sees the sunset.

Once we arrive, I place the towel down and immediately gape at the sight in front of me. The sky is lit up in all sorts of warm colours. The sun only a third of the way set as it casts an orange glow around it. Yellow and red fill other parts of the sky, making the whole area look like it’s out of a painting. The water contrasts perfectly against the horizon, where large ships can be seen but barely.

“Haiz.. I don’t know what to say. This is… beautiful. Why wasn’t I shown this earlier?” I look at her, still in awe about our surroundings.

All she does is smile.

“I needed to wait for a special moment. Now sit. Sunset doesn’t last too long. Maybe take a picture? Even though we both know nothing compares to real life.” I nod at her words wondering what the special moment could mean.

I turn my gaze back out to the water, watching some distant surfers riding waves and getting taken out, there’s not many other people though.

“I can feel you staring babe.” I break our peaceful silence.

“I know.” Does it sound weird that I can hear her grin? Confused, I turn to look at her but my mouth drops at what she’s holding. Before I can say anything she starts.

“We’ve been dating for 3 years, which have been the best of my life, no one can make me feel the way you do. I’ve had relationships, but you’re the one that has felt the most right. If I’m not with you, I wonder what you’re doing subconsciously. Which is why I’ve decided I want you to be mine forever. So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you make me the happiest woman ever, and marry me?”

Throughout the speech my eyes well up, I can’t believe this is happening. When she finally says the question, there’s only one answer to be said.

“Yes, with every ounce of myself yes!” I cry out, she takes the ring out of the box placing it on the left ring finger.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” I say before thinking about it.

“I was about to say the exact same thing.” She takes my hand and kisses it. “The best sunset in the world, with the best girl in the world.” I blush uncontrollably, not even trying to hide it.

“Are we going to tell the fans? When they find out they’re gonna go crazy.” I exclaim, it’s only last week her national teammate Ellie got engaged.

“Yes we can if that’s what you want. Now?” I nod smiling. I take the photo, making sure to include the jaw dropping sunset. Hayley’s arms are wrapped around my waist, her head resting on my shoulder kissing my neck softly. While I show the ring in all its glory, she probably went broke.

I take to instagram, including her on the post with the caption ‘I’ve got the best fiancé a girl could have, and you all have another thing to go crazy about.” I hit post laughing with the one I get to call mine, and we sit until twilight. Nothing else needs to exist if I’ve got her.

[mamawasatesttube]

11 or 27? I love when my blorbos can hold each other tenderly

11. "Just hold on to me." 27. "I'm going to carry you, okay?"

“I dunno exactly what kind of escape attempt you were going for, when I can hear exactly where you are, y’know.” Kon alights atop the fencepost next to Tim’s perch. “C’mon. I know you hate being sick, but Ma’s got a nice, hot pot of soup with your name on it waiting.”

Tim doesn’t say anything, just turns his face up into the wind and sniffles. It’s not cute; he sounds like he’s in danger of dry drowning from mucus alone. His nose is red and runny, his cheeks flushed bright with the cold. He’s got a shawl wrapped around himself, but it’s snowing. That’s nothing.

Tutting, Kon shrugs off his own jacket and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. “Robbie…”

Tim sniffles again and coughs hoarsely, twice. His fever still hasn’t broken, and his eyes are too bright as he drops his head onto Kon’s shoulder. “I wasn’t trying to run off.”

Kon snorts. “I should hope not. Where’d you be running to? The cows?”

Tim doesn’t rise to the bait, doesn’t bicker back with him. He’s just silent for a moment. He sucks in a rattling breath and blows it out, coughing again; the cold air can’t be pleasant on his sore throat. “I just… wanted to watch the snow.”

Softening, Kon wraps himself around him, his TTK enveloping the air around Tim to try and warm him up a little. “You couldn’t do that from the window seat, Robbie?”

Tim shakes his head. “Not like this.”

Kon’s quiet. Tim opens up, sometimes, but never with prodding. Prying is a method of last resort with him, because it takes a metric buttload of effort. The rare moments when Tim chooses to open up, to share tiny things from that steel trap of a head he’s got… Kon cherishes them.

Sure enough, his patience pays off. Tim turns and tucks his cold face into Kon’s neck. He seems to have realized he’s cold; he’s shivering, and Kon pulls him closer.

“My mom,” Tim starts, voice hoarse. A dull ache tolls through Kon’s chest, coupled with breathless warmth, because Tim never talks about his mother. There must be something special about the snowfall. “She was half-Chinese. Did I ever mention that?”

Kon shakes his head, though it’s unnecessary. They both know Tim never has.

“Her mom was from this tiny village just below foothills of the Himalayas, or something. I don’t even…” He breaks off to cough, and Kon winces. “I don’t even know the name. I don’t know my grandmother’s name. My mom, she… she barely told me anything about that side of the family. I don’t think—I don’t think my grandma told her much to begin with. But the one thing I did know… there was this one photo. The single photo I ever saw of my grandmother as a little girl. She was playing in the snow, out on a big field. It looked…”

He trails off, and Kon’s heart tugs in his chest. He knows a thing or two about a heritage forever out of reach, about growing up on the outside and looking in.

“It looked a little like this?” he finishes, gentle as he can, and Tim nods.

“I dunno what even reminded me of it,” Tim mumbles. His energy seems spent after the explanation, and he sighs, sagging against Kon’s chest. Kon can feel his eyelashes brush his neck as he closes his eyes. “But then I wanted to… I dunno. Sit here.”

Kon presses a kiss to the top of his head. He gets it, but Tim’s sick, and it’s cold out. And Ma’s inside, fretting because Tim slipped away the second Kon ran out to the store for her. “I’m gonna pick you up now, ‘kay?”  

“Mmhmm.” Tim sniffles again, horrible noise that it is. “Ugh. I sound gross.”

“You do,” Kon agrees, kissing his hair again. “Just hold on to me, sunshine. Soup ‘n’ tea are waiting for you. We’ll get you feeling better in a jiffy.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Tim’s fingers curl into the front of Kon’s sweater, and Kon easily scoops him into his arms. He flies back towards the farmhouse, and the snow falls gently around them.

[its-storminghere]

Carcar accidental baby acquisition where Carlos ends up taking in a baby and Oscar is the one to help him out

Okay so this trope can be really hard for me because for the life of me I don’t know how they get that baby but I’m doing this for you!! Sorry it’s actually about a toddler not a baby

Okay so Lando is hosting a big family event not related to F1, maybe his wedding (you can pick your own adventure on this one) Some F1 people are there including Oscar and Carlos but it’s a big group of people. Oscar and Carlos make some small talk at a couple of points but really they’re just mingling and enjoying the afternoon.

The children in lando’s family l o v e Carlos sooo much. He’s just the ideal of what a cool race car driver should be (as opposed to Lando who is just uncle Lando who likes to play video games and play golf with the adults, sorry Lando), but even better than that he’s FUN and he plays GAMES with them and he brings his DOG!! He’s been around enough over the years that the kids are devoted to him and obviously he loves being loved and he loves family

So plot plot plot, dialogue dialogue dialogue, Oscar is chatting with Lando and Carlos is near them getting a toddler game of footie going. Of course all the moms (and some of the dads) are all gooey-eyed about how good carlos is with the kids. Truly my own ovaries are screaming as I write this

And Oscar is seeing this and internally rolling his eyes because ohhh yes isn’t Carlos just the greatest, he’s so perfect with his hair and his driving like an asshole and his sexy voice - He hears enough about that at work, and now that they’ve been running into each other on the track all of his interviews mention Carlos too. But, he thinks, whatever, I’m here to support Lando in this unspecified special event

But then!!! The few security guys Lando hired are telling everyone to get inside because apparently there’s INTRUDERS who broke in that want to cause people harm!!! (Idk man)

So in the shuffle and the chaos one of the little kids attaches herself to Carlos and won’t let go!! Because her parents always told her to stay with trustworthy adults and she trusts Carlos!! He let her play footie even though she’s younger than the other kids!!

And someone the two of them end up with Oscar smushed into a small bathroom. And they’re trying to be quiet but the little girl is scared!! And Carlos sees that and he brushes her hair off her face and hushes her. It can be like a game!! He tells her. We’ll play with Oscar. I have to hide and you have to find me! The little girl’s sniffling stops and she looks up at them. Carlos looks at Oscar like back me up here man.

What’s Oscar gonna do but go along?? So he shows her how to cover her eyes with her hands and they count to 5 very slowly together so Carlos can “hide.” When they open their eyes the little girl immediately starts giggling because look Os-cah!!! Mr. Carlos is right there!! He’s hiding behind the shower curtain!!

And Oscar and Carlos make such a big deal about her winning and they tell her how smart she is. But now the game is over and they still haven’t gotten the ok to leave. So, Oscar says it’s his turn to hide, and while Carlos and the little girl count, he crouches behind Carlos’s broad back. He’s eye level with the hair just curling down Carlos’s muscular neck.

Before he knows it the 5 seconds are up and the little one is looking for him. Carlos looks at her very seriously, points behind himself, and winks. Then he turns and dives onto Oscar, wrapping his arms around Oscar’s torso and pulling him around so the girl can see him. And as Oscar feels Carlos’s big hands holding him, he’s like. Woah. Okay. Maybe Carlos is that great

And then the little girl hides and both guys pretend they can’t find her until they get the okay to go back outside. And they bring the girl back to her parents and she immediately informs them that Mr Carlos and Mr os-cah are her new best friends forever and they all need to have a playdate right now. Oscar is looking over at Carlos and thinking, yeah, maybe the two of us do need to have a playdate

[bit-dodgy-innit]

We're Not Here to F*ck Spiders

Summary: You were the oldest Spider-Girl the society had ever encountered, therefore, Miguel took a special interest in you. He wanted to know if your life would correspond with his and the other Spiders’ canon, or whether you had a completely different canon you were forging on your own. After an offhanded comment about reviewing your canon with Miguel outside of headquarters, your relationship with Spider-Man 2099 is forever changed.

Set in between ITSV and ATSV.

Pairing: Marc x OC Female!Reader

For context, Reader is an alternate, grown-up version of Mayday due to personal reasons (personal reasons being I’ve been obsessed with Mayday Parker since I was baby child)! No real use of Y/N, though Miguel does refer to the reader as "May" twice and Peter Parker nicknamed her Mayhem. Peter B.'s daughter is Mayday.

Word Count: 10.2k words (see why this took me forever?!)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI!!

CW/TW: An obscene amount of world-building, parents and kids fighting, mentions of a loss of a child, everyone being hot for Miguel, rough-ish sex (both partners are superheroes, come on), our boy is HUNG, dirty talk, a bit of cocky dom!Miguel, oral f!receiving, a lil bit of both m and f!receiving nipple play, PIV sex, riding, a quick spank, creampie, felching, and perhaps most intense of all, Miguel’s fear of commitment.

A/N: hahahahahaha this movie is nearly a year old and I FINALLY got around to writing a fic for it! Trust that I've been working on this on and off for a while now, but life has been nuts and writing more and more for work (yay!) but wanted to get this out while I had a slow week for everyone to enjoy!

Also, due to more personal reasons, my HC for Reader's parents are Peter and Mary Jane from Sam Raimi's masterpiece in 2002. But no presh if that doesn't jibe with ya!

I MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THIS FIC AND I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE PROUD OF ANYTHING

“Careful, Mayday!” you fondly called after the child who was literally bouncing off the cavernous walls of HQ. Yeesh, were you this energetic when you were her age? Probably. It never ceased to be weird, hanging out with an alternate baby version of yourself, but you could manage if you pretended she was your little niece, or sister, or something like that. 

The alternate baby version of Mayday Parker in question didn’t heed your admonishment at all (which tracked), so you called again, “Oh noooo…I’m gonna have to come up there and get ya!”

Mayday squealed in delight at your “threat” and only zipped around quicker. However, you had a couple decades on her, so your reflexes were more attuned. It didn’t take long for you to capture her in your grasp and tickle her. However, little Mayday wasn’t going to give up that easily. She squirmed out of your hold and began scaling the nearby wall at a dizzying pace. 

“Okay, missy, let’s settle down,” you announced, shooting a web to meet the infant on the platform she’d crawled onto. You continued to speak as you swung, “you know how Miguel is, we can’t get too carried…away.”

You nearly threw yourself back off the platform when you were met with the sight of Miguel himself standing before you holding May. 

“Oh, hi,” you gestured to the squirming girl in his hands, “thanks. I was right behind her.” 

“What am I like?” He asked, an inquisitive arch in his brow. 

“You’re…you run a tight ship that’s all,” you wished a portal would swallow you whole. “And it’s great! We need it.”

“Are you supposed to be anywhere?” Miguel prodded further as he passed you May. 

“Me? No, it's my day off.”

“Then why are you here?” 

“Because you put Peter B. on a mission and it gives me anxiety when he takes her.” 

“You and me both,” he huffed. 

“That being said, anything I can help you with?”

“Yeah actually, I have new sequencing to go over with you.” 

Though the multiverse was ever-expanding, you were the oldest Spider-Girl the society had ever encountered, therefore, Miguel had taken a special interest in you. Since you were a second generation Spider, Miguel wanted to know if your life would correspond with his, your dad’s, and the other Spiders’ canon, or whether you had a completely different canon you were forging on your own. You initially found the whole concept fascinating, yet that interest waned pretty quickly when Miguel informed you that he was going to have Lyla analyze your entire life and have you expound on your experiences so he could compare you to the other Spiders. 

Not that there was anything you were particularly ashamed of, but some of this stuff was embarrassing. Unlike baby Mayday, whose powers had already emerged, yours didn’t make an appearance until puberty. Reviewing your awkward teen years wasn’t exactly your ideal way of spending time with an unfairly hot guy, let alone the head of Spider Society.  

“Oh okay, yeah,” you replied. “When Peter gets ba—“

“MAYDAY! WHERE’S MY PUMPKIN?” Peter’s voice echoed across the room. 

No sooner had Peter spoken did Mayday websling herself off of the platform and into her father’s arms. 

Shit, there went your excuse. A nervous chuckle escaped you, “Convenient.” 

“Sí. Follow me.”

You did as Miguel said and trailed behind him to his…office didn’t quite describe it. Work station? Lair? You lasted all of forty-five seconds before your gaze dropped to his sculpted backside, a new record for you. 

It really was unfair that the intense, ornery leader of the Spider Society had to be so damn fine. You were a superhero and a consummate professional, but at the end of the day, you were a mostly heterosexual human woman with eyes. Miguel was stupidly sexy. His shoulder-to-waist ratio, that chiseled face, and of course, perfectly round ass had been the topic of a few hushed, giggly conversations between you and the other Spiders that liked boys. 

It was only ever cheeky whispers however. All of you knew better than to catch any real feelings for Miguel. One, it was majorly inappropriate. And two, he’d built emotional walls higher than the tallest skyscrapers in Nueva York. 

Still, your mind couldn’t help but wander every now and then…you blamed it on your latest breakup. Spider-Girl duties had yet again claimed another potential partner. You suspected that was the reason it was more and more difficult not to fantasize about Miguel lately. Like sure, he was probably an animal in bed in the best way, but it was the prospect of not having to hide anything from him that appealed to you even more. 

“Lyla, bring up the latest sequencing,” Miguel ordered. 

If it weren’t for your spider-senses, you would’ve collided with his impossibly cut back, you were so deep into your thirsty thoughts. 

Suddenly, you were back on Earth-982A in your childhood bedroom. Or at least, that’s where you appeared to be. The virtual surroundings would’ve been comforting if it weren’t for the particular event that Miguel had wanted to revisit. 

Your father was forbidding you to use your powers. Again. You gazed at the rendering of your teenage self with compassion. Now, your father was fully supportive of you following in his footsteps, but the journey there had been rough. 

“You know, most parents would be happy if their kid wanted to do something to help the world!” 

Your dad scoffed. “That doesn’t matter - I’m not most parents and you’re not most kids!”

“Yeah and whose fault is that?!” Virtual you fired back. “I was born like this because of you! Dad, you’re always telling me that ‘with great power, comes great responsibility’ and now when I discover I inherited that great power, I can’t use it!?” 

“Pause,” Miguel’s voice spooked you back into the present. When you finally shook yourself from the memory that was playing before you, you found his eyes on yours. “Okay, there. Define ‘always’.”

“Quantitatively?” 

“Preferably.” 

“That’s impossible.” 

“Qualitatively, then.” 

“I mean, it's one of those things he said so much that I can’t remember the first time I heard it.” 

“When did your dad first hear it?” 

“His Uncle Ben told him during their last conversation together.” 

“Checks out. And how old was he?” 

“He was a senior in high school, so like seventeen, eighteen?” 

Miguel nodded. Even though x-ray vision nor telepathy weren’t in your powerset, you could practically see all the comparisons and calculations he was making in his head. 

“So using your powers to help people, that was your instinct when you inherited your abilities.”

“Yeah.” 

Miguel nodded again. 

“It’s different, isn’t it?” you asked him. He didn’t reply. “My dad told me he entered some god awful cage-match-wrestling-thing to get enough money to buy a car and impress my mom before he officially became Spider-Man.” 

Miguel was seemingly too busy with entering his latest data to respond. Instead, he barked at Lyla, “Resume sequence.” 

The holographic version of your dad lurched back to life to argue, “May, you are my great responsibility! So if I say no powers, no powers! I did this a lot longer than you! ” 

Tears streamed down your adolescent face. Thankfully, you’d lost some of the baby fat since.  “I hate you! I HATE YOU DAD!!” 

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. This wasn’t easy to live, let alone re-live. So, as a Spider, naturally you made a jaunty, off-handed comment. “Wow, you really know how to show a girl a good time.” 

“Qué?” 

“Nothing.” He fixed you with his signature scowl so you elaborated, “Seriously, nothing. Though, maybe if we did this in an environment where I had access to alcohol and carbs, this would be less um…less unsettling for me.”

Miguel stared at you blankly. “But the simulator is here.”

“Right, of course.” Ughhhh, why was he so damn pretty?! “Forget I said anything, Miguel.” 

He dropped it, but before the simulation could start again, your gizmo beeped. Benji’s basketball game started in twenty. 

“Actually, sorry, I have to go.” 

“But we just got started.” 

“I know, but I haven’t been able to catch one of my little brother’s games yet this season, and it’s almost the playoffs.”

“Won’t he under–”

You interrupted Miguel. “You realize spider-stuff is not a viable excuse with my family, right? Besides, it’s my day off. I’m only here out of the goodness of my own heart and my commitment to the Spider-Society.” 

He rolled his eyes at your remark, but couldn’t help a little half - nay, quarter - smile from forming across the lips you had fantasized about kissing one too many times. “Things are quiet for once. We should knock this out now.” 

“We should,” you conceded as you created a portal, “but trying to have some semblance of work-life balance is Spider-Girl canon.”

And with that, you hopped back into your world, before you could change your mind or say anything else stupid and/or unintentionally flirty to Miguel. 

You re-appeared in your apartment with just enough time to throw on clothes and swing over to the middle school. Your mom was waiting as you hurried into the gym right as Benji and the other players were taking the court. 

“Look who made it,” MJ observed wryly. 

“Ha ha,” you fired back humorlessly, but pulled your mom into a hug all the same. “Where’s Dad?”

The ref’s whistle signaled tip off and the beginning of the game, momentarily distracting you two. You were thrilled to see Benji starting – he really wanted to make JV when he started high school next year, and this was a step in the right direction. 

“Go Benji!!” MJ cheered before answering your question, “He hit traffic coming from the station. He’ll be here soon.” 

Your collective attention was pulled to the game unfolding in front of you, then MJ asked, “What have you been up to today?” 

“Me? I was at the society for a bit, helping with the baby.”

You didn’t need to see your mother to know that she tensed at the mention of the Spider-Society and Peter B.’s Mayday. It, understandably, weirded her out. 

“How can it not be strange to care for–”

“It would be if we were closer in age,” you pointed out. “But it’s just like babysitting with Mayday right now. And trust me, after all the versions of Dad I’ve met, hanging out with little me is nothing.” 

Despite being weirded out, your mom always tried to empathize, so she switched gears. “Anything interesting happen?” 

“Ugh, just more sequencing with Miguel - today was a tough one.”

“Why?”

“Fights with Dad from years ago that I know we’ve moved past, but still suck to watch.” 

Your mom took your hand in hers, a much-needed grounding gesture. “Well, you’re back in the present, in your corner of the universe now, sweetie.” 

You gave her hand an appreciative squeeze and took her words to heart, focusing on the basketball game in front of you. It didn’t take too long to put the earlier events from headquarters behind you – Benji scored a couple baskets and you took it upon yourself to meticulously document the game on your phone for memories and possible future blackmail. 

When your Dad did join you and MJ, you couldn’t help but hug him tightly. You buried your face into his coat, which smelled like a mix of smoke from the streets and his aftershave. 

It was Peter’s mix of spider and paternal instincts that prompted him to ask, “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah,” you assured him, giving him some space. “I just–I love you, Dad.” 

“Love you too, Mayhem.” Where Mayday was Peter B’s moniker for his daughter, Mayhem was your dad’s nickname for you.

The game ended in victory for Benji’s team, the Midtown Mavericks, and you three waited for the youngest member of the Parker family to emerge from the locker room. 

Benji’s face when he saw you made any lingering discomfort you had leaving Miguel one thousand percent worth it. “You made it!” 

“Wouldn’t miss it!” you pulled Benji into a hug - however reluctant he was to it since he was a ~teenager~ now. “Dude, you put up points tonight!” 

But Benji had gotten distracted, so instead of responding to you, he murmured “Woah, that guy is swole.” 

You turned around to see who he was talking about and your jaw nearly hit the floor. 

It was Miguel. 

Even more incredibly, he was in civilian clothes. It wasn’t until you witnessed him in dark wash jeans, a henley, and a well-worn bomber jacket that you realized that you’d actually never seen Miguel in anything other than his spider suit. 

He called your name and you acknowledged him with a wave, flabbergasted. Even more astonished that you knew this very attractive hunk of man was your brother, “Wait, you know him?!”

“We work together,” you said quietly. 

“At the paper?” Benji was confused. 

“No, at my other job.” 

“Oh,” it clicked for him. “That makes sense. Man, I hope I get that jacked when I get my powers.” 

“Shhhh, be cool Benji,” you urged him. 

“Um, I’m not the one you have to worry about,” he harrumphed. “Oh shit, you like him.”

Though there was more than a decade between you and Benji, your little brother was still your little brother.  “No! He’s the head of the Spider-Society and he’s–you’ll see.” 

You took a step forward to greet Miguel before anyone else from your family could get to him. “Hey! What’re you doing here?” 

“I wanted to finish our work today, and since it’s your day off, I decided to come to you.” 

“Miguel O’Hara making a compromise? How not canon. Wonder how big of a hole that’s gonna tear in the multiverse.” 

“Shut up,” he ordered you playfully. 

“Miguel, good to see you!” Your dad strode over and pulled the younger spider-man into a handshake. 

“You too, Dr. Parker.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how oddly deferential Miguel was with your dad. He’d met Peter first, when he was establishing the Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse. Miguel was stunned to discover that this Peter was not only retired, but had a full-grown daughter who’d taken up his crime-fighting mantle. Apparently your dad’s canon was particularly important and central to the greater Spiderverse, which meant Miguel would pester you with questions about him constantly. 

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked, “You don’t usually make house calls.” 

Before Miguel could explain, an elbow nearly sent you into careening into his broad chest. Mom. 

“Miguel, this is my mom, Mary Jane.” 

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” Miguel dutifully offered his hand to her. 

“The pleasure is mine,” your mom gushed, “I’ve heard so much about you.” 

Benji was right. He was not the person you had to be worried about. A rip in the multiverse to swallow you whole would be rather convenient right about now. 

Miguel’s brow creased. “You have?”

“She hasn’t,” you intervened. “Like two or three things in passing, max. Promise I haven’t broken my NDA or you know, the superhero code of secrecy or anything.” 

Mercifully, Miguel let it slide for the time being. He turned to your brother. “And you must be Benji.” 

“Yeah,” Benji confirmed, doing a terrible job of pitching his voice lower. “‘Sup, bro.” 

Jesus Christ. At this point, you were ready to rip the fabric of reality yourself to end this. 

“Congrats on the win. Hate to do this, but I need to steal your sister for a bit.” 

“No problem, I know she’s fine with it.” Perhaps Benji needed a reminder regarding which sibling had the super powers. “Also, what’s your workout–”

“Well, as fun as this all is, we should probably get back to work.”

Your family didn’t put up much of a fight – thank God – as pleasantries were exchanged and you and Miguel took off. You hoped Miguel didn’t catch when your mother mouthed “So handsome!!” to you as everyone said their goodbyes. Finally, it was just the two of you walking down East 36th Street. 

“Sorry about them,” you began. 

He looked at you, puzzled. “Why?” 

“My family. Embarrassing.” 

“They’re not embarrassing. They’re…they’re nice,” there was pain behind Miguel’s eyes. “It’s interesting. Your brother hasn’t experienced any spider-abilities, has he?” 

“No,” you confirmed. “Not yet.”

You two slowed to stop on the corner. Miguel looked at you expectantly. “So, where to?”

“What do you mean?” 

“You said you wanted to do this in an environment where you ‘had access to alcohol and carbs’.” 

“Oh! Right. Hmmm, where are we?” you looked up at the cross streets above you. “36th and 3rd? I know a place.” 

You took Miguel to a little hole-in-the-wall Italian spot nearby. Since it was so close to Benji’s school and your old middle and high school, you had spent many a week night at their tables, either working on homework or chowing down after basketball practice. 

Therefore, the staff knew you – it was a family owned spot, you’d basically grown up with the owner’s children, Maria and Chris. Though you graduated from Midtown Charter a looong time ago, they still took care of you. Maria had even let you use their first aid kit once, no questions asked, after a nasty Spider-Girl skirmish nearby. You didn’t suspect she knew anything, but even if she did, you could trust Maria to be discreet. 

At least, you thought you could trust Maria, but when she showed you and Miguel to your table, and Miguel made a pit stop at the restroom, she very indiscreetly asked, “Daaaamn, girl. He your boyfriend? Because you–”

“No!”

“You getting dicked down by him?” 

“No!” 

“Can I get dicked down by him? He single? Does he like the ladies?” 

“Maria, he’s a colleague. Actually, he’s my superior. So no…unfortunately, no.” 

Maria cackled with delight. “That’s a pen worth sticking in your company ink. I’ll bring you some garlic bread.”

“And a glass of red wine,” you added. “no, a bottle.”

“That’s my girl!” 

In theory, you had thought that reviewing sequencing outside of headquarters would’ve been less awkward, but in reality, it was more so. You couldn’t stop drinking in the sight of Miguel in normal clothes, the intimacy of having a meal together when usually your interactions were so sterile and professional, plus there was a little voice in your head screaming that THIS WAS BASICALLY A DATE on repeat.

“So should we pick up where we left off?” Miguel asked. The question brought you back down to Earth. Despite that little persistent voice in your head oohing and ahhing at him, it was clear that Miguel didn’t think this was a date. This dinner was a means to end, nothing more. 

“Let me get a little wine drunk first,” you bargained. 

“Yeah, but you have sped-up metabolism, so that’ll take at least–” 

“That was a joke. Miguel, when was the last time you went out to dinner?” 

He seemed to truly consider the question, then, “I don’t know.” 

You’d never heard Miguel say those three words in that order before. 

“I promise you I will go over my cringe teen years with you, but can we eat some garlic bread and not get drunk off this very nice bottle of wine first?” 

“You’re worse than Lyla,” his eyes narrowed. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“She’s always trying to get me to take breaks.”

“You should! There’s only so much self-flagellation a human can take, even if they’re a superhero.” 

Miguel’s response was a very inarticulate grumble. Maria dropped off the wine, bread, and took your order. You didn’t know what was more insane – the amount of food Miguel ordered or how unabashedly Maria was ogling him. 

“Let me guess, Lyla’s the one who suggested the field trip to my home dimension?”

Another grumble, this one in the affirmative. 

“Classic,” you remarked with a snort before taking a gulp from your glass. “I love that your AI is smarter than you.” 

“Of course she is, she can access all of the multiverse’s knowledge in a nano-second.’

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?” 

“Can we not talk about me for a second?” 

“Why?” 

“Because…because, I don't know, I was hoping doing this in a more casual environment would–it’d make it feel more like a conversation.” 

“We are having a conversation.” 

“Jeez, Miguel,” you took another sip of wine. “It’s not easy digging through my past like this. A lot of the time it feels more like an interrogation.” 

“Ah.” 

“Yeah. And don’t get me wrong, I want to help you, help the Spider-Society, but the one-sidedness of this is exhausting.”

“Exhausting.” He sounded dubious. 

“You know what? Forget it. I’ll take care of the bill and see you tomorrow, and we can go back to reviewing the sequencing like we normally do. I should know better than to complain to you.” 

Miguel looked at you if your words had stung him. “You can complain to me.” 

“No, I can’t,” you disputed. “You’re the most self-sacrificing Spider out of any of us–which is really saying something, by the way–and I feel lame talking about my feelings with you.”

“And that’s why our reviews feel like interrogations,” he was putting it together. 

“Yeah. Sorry to drag you out of HQ.”

Miguel scrutinized you with a long, unreadable look before announcing, “I’m not leaving before I have my bolognese.”

You didn’t know whether to smile or scream. Miguel may have lacked the traditional spidey precognitive sense, and the signature spider sense of humor, but he definitely had the stubbornness you all seemed to possess. 

You shot him a sidelong glare. “Why did you come here?” 

“I told you - I wanted to finish sequencing and Lyla suggested coming to you.” 

“But you didn’t have to take her suggestion.”

Miguel’s large frame shifted in the chair that suddenly appeared too small for him. “Like you said, she’s smarter than me, so I did. And yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve gone out to dinner.”

You didn’t know how to react to that. Right before the silence became intolerable, Miguel spoke again, “You still with that gu–’

“No.” The last thing you wanted to talk about with Miguel was your failed relationship with Gene, and you’d once discussed the correlation of getting your first period could’ve had with your powers emerging with him.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I mean, you get it.”

Miguel at last took a sip from his glass. “All too well.” 

“The price of being a hero, right?” you sent him a small, sympathetic smile across the table. “Or at least that’s what I tell myself.” 

“Your parents seemed to have figured it out,” he pointed out. 

“Well, that took like decades, and according to you, they’re canon, right? So it was meant to be. I guess that’s one of the comforts of having a canon-confirmed soulmate.” 

“Yeah, if you're Peter Parker.” 

Your heart sank at the implication. “So that means if a Spider isn’t Peter we’re meant to die alone?” 

“I don’t know,” Miguel’s eyes were averted. “Maybe only if you’re a Miguel O’Hara.” 

“Stop, you could get anyone in this restaurant to sleep with you,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Our waitress has to resist climbing on top of you whenever she passes the table.”

He swatted away the implication as if it were a pest. “That’s different.”

“You know, it might help with the stress.”

“What?”

“Letting someone climb on top of you.”

Miguel glared at you, “Don’t.”

“See? It’s not fun being on the other side of the questions,” you smirked. Your conversation was briefly suspended when Maria returned with your entrees. After thanking her, you refocused back on Miguel, “Can I ask you something else?”

“No.”

“DADA!” A child, who couldn’t have been more than three, screeched happily from a neighboring table. 

Miguel froze. For the first time in the several months that you’d known him, you saw his face soften. The warmth that filled his eyes at the sight of the toddler was undeniable. The fond expression hardened back into his stoic facade within an instant, yet Miguel couldn’t fully conceal the anguish that clearly still haunted him. He never could. 

“Sorry,” you said softly. 

He shook off your condolences. “What’d you want to ask me?” 

“Have you tried seeing anyone after…” it felt forbidden to say Gabriella’s name out loud. 

“What’s the point?” Miguel shrugged. “I don’t have the time, even if I wanted to.” 

“Right,” you hedged. 

Eventually, you and Miguel were able to find things to talk about outside of work and your respective traumas. You compared notes on the lamest villain you’d each encountered rounding up anomalies, discussed the idea of a nursery for spider-babies, or as Miguel insisted on calling them, “second-generation Spiders” – Peter couldn’t keep taking his kid on missions, plus Jessica Drew had just learned she was expecting – you even got Miguel to open up about his teenage days some. 

“Makes sense you were a rebel,” you chuckled, taking one last bite of the tiramisu Maria insisted was on the house.  

“Yeah? Why?” Miguel prodded.

“Because you-re so uptigh–upstanding now.” 

You were treated to another rare grin from Miguel, this time a half smile rather than a quarter. “Nice save.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you contended with put-on innocence. 

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t always like what I have to do, you know.” 

Your gaze locked directly with his for a breath-taking second, his eyes garnets in the low light of the dining room. “We should get going, I've taken you away from headquarters for long enough.” 

“You act like I’ve never left HQ before, and if anything, I took you away from your family,” Miguel parried, yet stood up nonetheless. You followed suit, only mildly disappointed he didn’t argue with you about leaving. As awkward as this dinner initially was, you’d actually ended up enjoying it. “I’ll take you home.”

Miguel’s words stopped you in your tracks, “You know I’m the protector of this city, right?” 

“Obviously, I—” he huffed as you waved goodbye to Maria and exited back onto the street. “Mierda May, I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

Oh. Oh. Did Miguel think this was a date too? Date was too strong of a word – did Miguel think this was a not-entirely-work-related-hang too? 

You struggled to keep your face blasé. “Ah, okay. We taking the subway or are we swinging?” 

Miguel shot you a look as if the choice was obvious, which is how you found yourself traipsing across the city with Spider-Man 2099. You’d traveled by web plenty of times with Miguel before on missions, but there was something about it being the two of you, in your city, that made it feel just a little bit special. 

And to be honest, you’d never get enough of watching Miguel’s body hurtle through the air – despite his bulk and brawn, he was agile and lithe as he swung from building to building with you. You nearly plunged into traffic on Sixth Avenue after your thoughts had wandered to what those bulging muscles looked like unencumbered by that skin-tight suit of his. 

When you arrived at your apartment in Morningside Heights, you were suddenly self-conscious. You’d never brought a Spider to your residence, and Miguel was likely the hardest to impress of them all. 

He studied your modest one-bedroom with the same intensity as he did his screens at the Spider-Society. 

“It’s not much, I know,” you began, “and with Spider-Girl stuff, I don’t have the time to keep it as tidy as I'd like to.”

“It’s perfect,” he mumbled before catching himself. “I mean, it’s perfect for you.” 

“Yeah, I don’t need much, but it gets good light during the day and was the highest floor I could afford at my price point,” you removed your mask as you babbled on. 

“Makes sense,” Miguel nodded. 

You had no idea where to go from there – what on Earth was the man playing at? Should you offer him water, another drink, the best spot to portal back to HQ? He was lingering in your space, seemingly fascinated by the framed prints on your walls, the photos on the coffee table and credenza. 

“Um, do you need to use the restroom or something? Because it’s right through there,” you motioned to the appropriate door. 

“I’m good for now.”

THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE? You hollered in your head. Externally, you kept playing hostess, “Let me get you a glass of water then–”

Yet Miguel caught your wrist before you could retreat into your tiny, galley kitchen. You weren’t proud of how your heart leapt and your breath hitched at the contact. 

“Shouldn’t you be getting back?” 

He shrugged, “I should, but–”

“But what?” 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said…about letting someone climb on top of me.” 

You gulped, “Sorry, that was so inappropriate of me–”

“It was. Inappropriate, that is, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good idea,” he tugged you closer to him. You could barely stand to meet his eyes, alight with desire, while your heart was pounding embarrassingly fast. 

“Um, judging by the–uh, do you want me to climb on top of you, Miguel?” you were always so much smoother in your daydreams about him. 

His lips hovered dangerously near yours. “Do you want to climb on top of me?” 

The closer you got to Miguel, the faster your brain turned to scrambled eggs. His large, sure hands had settled on your hips. 

“Uh huh,” was the best you could muster before he crashed your lips together. 

Miguel’s kiss was searing and all-consuming – it felt as if the longer your mouths moved against each other, the more your body melted into his. He was tall, so tall, and even for a superhero like yourself, it was difficult to keep yourself perched on the balls of your feet to reach his skilled, hungry mouth. 

He seemed to sense your struggle, and without breaking your liplock, he scooped you up into his arms. It was foreign but not unwelcome – you were so used to being the strongest, the person who held others, the hero. Therefore, being held so effortlessly in Miguel’s arms was nothing short of exhilarating. You weren’t the strongest person in the room anymore, you could surrender. You loved it.

Miguel pressed your back into the nearest wall, causing an emphatic moan to leave you when your hips became flush with his. You could already feel him – hot, hard, and big – between the flimsy fabric of your spider-suits. Instinctually, you canted your heat against his, delighting in the way he seemed to grow hotter, harder, not to mention unbelievably bigger, when you did. 

“Bedroom?” he gasped between harsh, ardent kisses. 

You managed to fling a hand in the correct direction, and next thing you knew, Miguel was depositing you onto your bed. You propped yourself up, leaning back on your palms to take in the man towering over you at the edge of your bed. In a flash of color and light, his suit disappeared from his strapping physique, and the sight of Miguel naked intoxicated you more than alcohol ever could. 

His shoulders seemed even broader without the unstable particles of his suit covering them. His pecs were massive, which made a delectable ratio when his chest tapered down to a chiseled abdomen and slim hips. Slim hips that framed the biggest cock you’d seen outside of porn – hell, maybe even including porn. He was long and thick – it made a dark thrill race down your spine when you contemplated how the hell that was going to fit inside of you. 

Miguel noticed you marveling at his package, misinterpreting the rapacious glint in your eye as unease, “I’ll prep you, I won’t hurt you.” 

“Oh, I’m not worried” you glanced back up at his face coquettishly. 

“No?” Miguel cocked an eyebrow and advanced toward you on the bed, a jaguar stalking its prey. He nudged you onto your back and pinned your wrists to your comforter, “maybe you should be.” 

You muscled out of Miguel’s grip and switched positions so you were straddling him. Only then did you lean closer and whisper into his ear, “I can take it.” 

Miguel growled, and within an instant, you were on your back once again as he pawed at your suit. Unlike his costume, your spider-suit was made of plain old fabric, so there was a bit of fumbling, cursing in Spanish, nervous giggling, and a mumbled comment about ‘making you a suit like mine’ from Miguel before you were nude as well. 

He splayed you out against your mattress as if you were a feast before him. Your first instinct was to try and cover yourself but Miguel’s dark gaze froze you. A pleased groan rumbled from his chest and then his large hands flew to your breasts. “Such full, perky tits.”

You moaned in response to his ministrations. How was this real? You and Miguel were touching each other – naked – and you hadn’t woken up yet. 

“It’s all for you,” you mewled, relishing his hot palms on your sensitive buds. 

Another growl ripped from his chest before he swooped down and sucked one of your nipples into his warm, wanting mouth. You keened, a pathetic, high-pitched sound, and you wove your fingers into his dark locks as he gorged himself on your tits. 

The pull of Miguel’s mouth on your peaks was made only better when he snaked a hand between your legs and ran a finger along the seam of your sex. You bucked at the touch, your reaction causing Miguel to lift his head from your bosom. 

“Mmmm, you like it when I play with your pussy, cariño?”

At this point words had all but left you so you nodded and whined in the affirmative. Miguel’s digit parted your folds, tracing up and down, then found your clit and rubbed slow, tortuous circles into the nub. 

“So wet for me, bebita,” he observed, maddeningly casually, while he played you like an instrument. “This is all for me, huh?”

Your head thrashed back and forth on your comforter with a sob, both from pleasure and bashfulness. Now there was no downplaying how horny Miguel made you. 

“Shhh,” he cooed at you, taking one of your hands and bringing it to his groin, “feel what you do to me.”

This time your moan was unabashed as your hand circled around his girth. “Fuck, you’re so big.” 

“I know,” he grunted. Normally, such braggadocio from a man would be an immediate turn off to you. But Miguel wasn’t being arrogant, not when he was referring to the thick, pulsing hardness you were currently caressing. “Gotta get you ready for me.”  

He guided your hand away from his member, even despite your protests, to wrench your thighs wider and bury his head between them. The realization alone that Miguel O’Hara was about to eat you out almost made you come, yet actually feeling his tongue on your needy cunt was infinitely better. He licked a stripe from your perineum to your clit, tearing another ragged moan from you when his tongue focused in on the bundle of nerves. 

Miguel chuckled against your folds at your enthusiastic praise and redoubled his efforts. Your fingers reflexively tangled in his inky locks once again as he continued his delectable assault on your pussy. The way Miguel tasted you matched with how he seemed to approach everything – he was vehement and determined to bring you pleasure like how he was when he worked. He managed to just stay on the right side of rough as he slurped at you..though perhaps that was a bit different than how he fought.

He speared his tongue into your hole, affording you the opportunity to grind your clit against his prominent nose. In your pleasure-filled haze, you briefly fretted that you were suffocating Miguel, but when you tried to scooch away and give him some air, the man grunted and pulled your hips closer to him.

You keened again when one of his thick fingers joined the fray as he prepped you. After all the sexual tension, all the self-denial, and all the excitement the night had held, it felt so good to clench around something. He was again methodical with his preparation, allowing you to adjust to one digit before adding another, and another. It couldn’t have made a starker contrast with how he was devouring your sex. Even in the bedroom, Miguel O’Hara was full of contradictions. It didn’t take long for your breaths to become more shallow, for your cries to reach a higher pitch as you climaxed around his hefty fingers. The combination of the penetration and the stimulation of your clit with his mouth was too good to resist. 

You were slightly relieved that Miguel remained nestled between your legs while you rode out your peak. The orgasm he’d given you was much too good to be able to control your facial expressions. 

He at last came up for air once you’d begun floating down from your peak. A primal pride surged through you at the sight of your juices smeared all over his lips and chin. You couldn’t help but smash your mouths together, eager to sample the combination you two made. It was all too easy to get lost in a kiss with Miguel, yet as you plundered his mouth with your tongue, your hand crept back down his groin. 

This time it was Miguel who moaned into your mouth as you returned him to full mast with feather-light, teasing touches. 

“I need to fuck you,” he gasped between kisses. 

“Finally,” you bantered back. 

A growl from Miguel and then he tackled you back flat on the bed. You couldn’t help the giggle – partly from nerves, partly from anticipation – that escaped you at his actions, despite the visage of a hulking, intimidating man hovering over you could be frightening in another context. 

“Do you have protection?” 

You hesitated. You kept a box of condoms in your bedside drawer, but given Miguel’s size, they’d be inadequate. 

“None that would fit you,” you confessed, stealing another glance at his large erection. It was truly a sight to behold. Miguel deflated slightly, fearing penetration was off the table, and usually it would be. You were firmly a two methods of contraception girl, but there was no way you were going to pass up this chance to have sex with Miguel. “Don’t worry Spidey, I’m on the pill.” 

“Gracias a Dios,” he muttered, then wasted no time situating himself between your hips. He drew yet another mewl from you when he slapped the tip of his cock a few times on your clit before lining himself up with your entrance. 

He found you looking at him expectantly. And though Miguel mostly saw desire in your eyes, he could see the glimpse of unease too. He assured you, “I’ll go slow.” 

You nodded, you trusted him after all, but nothing could prepare you for the stretch of when Miguel finally pushed into you. Just the tip was already splitting you apart more than Gene, or any former lover for that matter, ever had. 

“Breathe,” Miguel rasped. You couldn’t tell if he was advising you or himself though. It struck you then that you’d perhaps achieved the damn-near impossible – disarming the notoriously closed-off Miguel O’Hara. He looked beautiful, biting his plush lower lip as he slowly rocked more and more of his huge cock inside of you. 

Your back arched off the mattress of the sensation of being progressively speared on the monster that Miguel called a dick. It was too much and not enough all at once, and your fingers dug into your comforter below you. He tried to distract you from any potential pain, Miguel’s index finger returning to your barely-recovered clit. 

“That’s it, open up for me,” he husked. Your head swam at the mix of his enormous manhood stretching you to your limit and his tender, in-control tone. The realization hit you harder than a punch from an anomaly. In that moment, fear skittered down your throat and pooled into your stomach, resting right above where you two were joined. He’s going to ruin me for other men, isn’t he? 

You couldn’t think any further since not only was Miguel fully seated within you, he had asked you a question. Your eyes glassy and pupils blown, found his, and he repeated himself. “You okay? Can-can I move?”

“Yes,” you gasped. In case your breath affirmation left any room for doubt, you added, “please.”

Another grunt from your lover and Miguel at last began to thrust into you. Your arms flew from the bed to his impossibly wide shoulders, your nails digging into the caramel, taut skin there. You couldn’t tell exactly when it’d happened, lost in the deliciously lewd sounds you were making between the slap of your bodies, your labored breaths, and his determined staccato grunts while Miguel railed you, but your hips had begun to meet his. 

“M-more Miguel,” you urged him as you dragged your fingertips down the expanse of his back. Each of your hands grabbed a fistful of that glorious ass and squeezed to drive home your point. 

“You sure?” 

You moaned. It was as if he couldn’t give it to you hard or faster enough. You used your grip on the globes of his perfect rear to try and force him to increase to the pace and force you needed him to fuck you at. 

Miguel laughed. A dark and stirring sound that made you involuntarily tighten around his girthy length. “Alright bebita, but remember…you asked for this.” 

His words ignited something defiant within you. You pulled Miguel’s head from where it had fallen into the crook of your neck so you could look him in the eyes when you said, “I’m not some pillow princess from Nueva. I’m just as strong as you are, I can go just as hard you can, and I want you to fuck me.” 

Your lover’s eyes darkened at your demand. The growl that ripped from his throat was your only warning before Miguel unleashed the full force of his strength on you. You keened in pleasure as he all but drove you through your bedframe and the wall behind it. Miguel captured your wrists once more and restrained you against the mattress as he absolutely pounded into your pussy. 

His drilling drew another ecstatic cry from your mouth. Miguel glared down at you, his eyes nearly crazed, his face barely lit in the ambient light from the street. It truly was infuriating to you how beautiful this man was. You watched his brow furrowed in concentration – not on his stupid screens for once – and his dark hair shift in time with his thrusts.  Your features contorted in pleasure when Miguel switched from drilling into you to swiveling his hips to stuff you with his cock. His movements were deliberate and slow, he was trying to get as deep inside of you as he could. You almost went cross-eyed at the feel of his bulbous cockhead punching against your cervix. 

The criminal undulations of his hips extracted a little yip from you each time he pistoned into you. He grinned down at you wolfishly. Equal parts indignation and arousal bloomed within you. Also, was the first time you'd ever seen Miguel smile? Not a little half-smirk or a humorless quirk of his lips, but an unabashed smile?

“Want me to back off?” 

Oh, there was no way you were going to take that lying down. Even if Miguel’s pubic bone was perfectly grinding into your clit. 

You let out a growl of your own and summoned all the power in your core muscles to wrestle Miguel back and claim the high ground. Out of breath when you found yourself seated on Miguel’s dick, his large, muscled body prone beneath you, you braced yourself on his rippled abdomen.

“Is the itsy-bitsy Spider-Girl gonna ride my cock?” he taunted you. If Miguel didn’t wear that arrogant, playful smirk so well, you would’ve wiped it from his lips. 

You slid your hands up the length of his chest and leaned over, your face hovering over his. “That depends. Can 2099 handle it?” 

Miguel answered you with an impatient buck of his hips up into your sex. You giggled as you straightened up again, tweaking one of Miguel's nipples as you went. You relished the little shudder it sent through him. “Alright, but remember baby, you asked for this.”

He snorted out a laugh, which you quickly silenced once you began riding Miguel like the stud he was. “Hnnn–shock, bebita.”

“Ah,” you sighed as you bounced on his prick. Before sleeping with Miguel, you had assumed the term “feeling him in your guts” was hyperbole. Not with him. “Fuck, you’re even bigger like this.” 

A large hand traced its way up one of your thighs, now lightly covered with a sheen of sweat, past your sex, split apart by his shaft, to where Miguel’s manhood made the slightest bulge in your lower belly. His smile became wider and even cockier. “It’s good, no?”

You gave him a nonverbal, but enthusiastic, reply. He smacked your ass in satisfaction, “Yeah c’mon, cariño, ride me. Wanna watch your tits bounce.” 

You officially hated Miguel and his big, thick, perfectly sized cock. Where as with other partners you’d smack them right back with a zinger, all you could do was moan again. His naughty, domineering words did nothing but excite you. There was something about him and the way he fucked that made you incapable of doing little else than enthusiastically submitting to him. You leaned back, your fingers clutching onto Miguel’s thick thighs to stability as you changed angles and gave him a better view of your breasts jiggling in time with your motions. 

“Ay, sí bebita,” Miguel’s hands flew to your hips to intensify the frantic mashing of your bodies together, “Ven aquí.”

He gathered your torso in his hulking arms and pulled you closer so that he could coax a breast into his mouth again as you rode him. 

“You gonna come for me Miguel?” you panted.  

“No,” he sounded as winded as you were. “Not yet.”

You clenched around him and snickered. “Are you sure?” 

“¡Coño!” Miguel snarled at the feel of your already blistering, tight pussy suffocating his dick further. “¡No más – basta de esto!”

The vision of your bedroom swam when Miguel lifted you off his pulsing member and dropped you back on your stomach onto the mattress facing the foot of the bed.. You could hear him shifting behind you, and you blindly groped for the lower metal railing of your bedframe’s footboard, only vaguely aware what was to come. 

A grunt from Miguel, and the next thing you knew one of your pillows was stuffed under your lower belly and his massive hands were back on either side of your hips. Your lover didn’t give you any notice before shoving his fat erection back inside of your already tender pussy. 

You shouted at the feeling of his cock stuffing you to the brim once again. Miguel’s hands appeared above your head where you held on for dear life as he impaled you on his prick.

“Ahhh!” you clamored, desperately trying to pull enough air in your lungs to function as Miguel squatted behind you. “I’ve never been so full! Oh God, Miguel, it’s so much…so much…”

Miguel responded with a pleased growl, and merely rammed into you harder. You were peripherally aware of the clanging of the pieces of your metal bed frame clanging together in protest at the vigor of your and Miguel’s coupling, but there were too many sensations overwhelming you at once to focus on one in particular. Not even when the metal groaned and the angle Miguel fucked you at changed did you pay attention to what was actually happening. You merely pushed back onto his cock as much as you could, your fingertips scrabbling into the folds of your comforter. 

Your eyes screwed shut at the barrage of stimuli - the unrelenting stretch of Miguel’s hardness,  his harsh but steadying grip on your hips, the light scratch of fabric beneath you on your skin, the little puff of warmth on the back of your neck from Miguel’s labored exhalations. You were sure this was better than any high any drug could provide. You hadn’t tried many, not even Rapture, and but nothing could top being thoroughly fucked into your mattress by Miguel O’Hara.

Miguel’s dogged grunts morphed into shouts when he at last found his release, spurting rope after rope of hot, creamy cum into your welcoming cunt. You found yourself crying out along with him as he emptied his load, your walls bearing down around his length as you both rode out his high. Miguel flooded your pussy with his seed and before you could even try to adjust to the feeling, he withdrew his cock from you, tearing a quite pathetic-sounding whimper from your mouth. 

Miguel pulled your ass cheeks apart to examine your stretched, puffy pussy leaking his cum. His chest rumbled with primal delight. “Hermosa.”

You’d barely had a chance to catch your breath when Miguel dove back in for more, this time his eager, demanding tongue again invading your channel. You whimpered again, your pitch jumping an octave at Miguel’s needy tongue not only collecting his spunk from your pussy, but flicking the muscle against your clit. He was a man possessed, he ate you out as if he needed you to orgasm one more time for his survival. 

You gave him what he wanted (how could you not?), and once the crest of your pleasure had subsided, you lightly pushed him away from your gaping, abused cunt. 

The first thing you noticed when your wits returned to you was how much closer the ground had become. 

“Oh my God,” you put it together and turned to face your partner, "we broke the bed.”

Miguel arched a brow from where he leant back into the pillows. “Are you surprised?”

You frowned at him.  

“I’ll fix it,” he promised. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m going to…” you trailed off your gaze floating to the bathroom.

“Do your thing.”

“Can…can I get you anything?” 

Miguel glanced down at his crotch. “A towel?” 

You nodded. “Say no more.” 

You ducked into your en-suite, and once you were sure the door was firmly closed behind you, you proceeded to have a freak out to yourself in the mirror. You scarcely believe your own appearance – lips kiss swollen, hair a veritable bird's nest, your mascara smudged into rings around your eyes. Miguel had destroyed you in the best of ways. 

The thought sent a little aftershock of pleasure through you. You didn’t dally any longer — you relieved yourself, washed your hands, ran a brush through your hair and splashed water on your face. After dampening a washcloth for Miguel, you returned to the bedroom, where your bed frame was properly vertical again. 

You glimpsed the glow of Miguel’s distinctive red webs holding the broken metal rods together. The other Spider was reclining on your mattress, a sheet haphazardly tossed over his groin to preserve his modesty. Even so, the sight of him made you go weak in the knees. He really did remind you of some sort of a large cat given the odd grace in which he lounged with, the evidence of his power and strength so poorly hidden under the surface of his skin. 

“Get a new frame and expense it to Spider-HQ,” Miguel's baritone snapped you out of your reverie. 

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” You tossed him the towel. 

His eyes raked over your naked form. But instead of the desire you’d found there earlier, his gaze was full of concern. “You okay?”

“Yes. Very okay. A little sore but good sore, ya know?” 

“Good,” Miguel busied himself with cleaning up. 

“I mean, what’s the point of having superpowers if you can’t enjoy extra rough sex?” you joked. 

“Yeah, about that,” Miguel refused to meet your eyes. “As um…great as all this was…I think we–it should be a one-time thing.” 

“Um, duh.” He looked up at you hastily and you continued, “Miguel, neither of us are anywhere close to ready or in the right place for a relationship.” 

Your heart disagreed with your words, but you uttered them anyway. Not because it was how you truly felt, but you knew it was what he wanted to hear. Miguel associated any sense of closeness or vulnerability with weakness and danger. Trying to get him to see otherwise was a fool's errand, and it was easier on your heart to convince yourself into concurring with him. 

Oddly, Miguel didn’t seem to relax at your assurances. He looked dubious. “Are you sure?” 

“Oh my God, you are so cocky!” you accused him with a playful slap to the broad, tan chest. “Spare me the fake worry 2099, you may be amazing at sex, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to be professional with you at HQ.” 

“Amazing at sex?” Mirguel parroted you with a smirk. 

You slapped him again. “Of course that’s the only part you heard.”

“Sorry but those are very distracting,” he claimed, his gaze focused on your exposed breasts. 

You scoffed and grabbed a pillow to temporarily cover yourself. “Hang on there, Spider-Man. Yes, you are…not terrible at showing a lady a good time, no, you don’t have to worry about me being clingy at work, and yes, I’m sure so stop looking at me like that!” 

You tossed the pillow away and straddled him. “Now I don’t know about you, but it’s only midnight. If this is indeed a one-time thing, I say we make the most of the night and the fact that no one has bothered us with some multiversal emergency yet.” 

Miguel finally let it go, choosing to focus on your very nude body on top of his. His hips moved on their own accord, grinding his cock, already stiffening back up to full mast, against where you were still so nice and stretched for him. 

“Vamos, bebita,” he whispered into your ear. His fingers dug into your sides possessively in a way that almost let you believe he was doing it because you were his. “Wanna fuck you on the ceiling.” 

***

You shouldn't have been surprised that Miguel didn’t stay the night. You were honestly shocked when he collapsed beside you after the hours you’d spent vehemently fucking. Your bed was now held together by a mix of both his and your webs, one of your framed photos on the wall lay shattered on the floor to be dealt with later, and the ceiling now sported a dent that was going to be very difficult to explain to your landlord. 

The memory of Miguel leaving was hazy at best. After so many rounds of deeply satisfying, intensely athletic sex, you felt like you could sleep for a week. Yet the shift and dip of Miguel’s large frame exiting the bed was enough to wake you. You could sort of recall a small flash of light and chirpy voice which must have been Lyla…and you also had a vague memory of him replying in a hushed rumble as if not to wake you up. Or was he telling you he was heading out? Everything jumbled together under the fog of sleep. 

Either way, you had to tell yourself that the sensation of a large hand caressing your face and then tenderly stroking down the sleep-warm skin of your back was a dream. Not for Miguel’s sake, but yours. 

Thanks to super-spider stamina, you only really needed a couple extra shots of espresso to function somewhat normally the following day at headquarters. You were angry at your instinct to avoid Miguel. You both were adults that had an adult, mature conversation that last night’s activities were merely a form of stress release that didn’t mean anything. It was hard to believe however, when you could still feel the phantom shape of him inside of you. 

Besides, it’s not even like you could avoid him if you wanted to. You were scheduled to go over more sequencing today with Miguel, and you were dead set on not blinking first in the post-sex-awkwardness stand-off. 

“Hey, Miguel!” your voice reverberated in the vast space. 

Several agonizing moments later, his platform lowered enough for you two to start conversing. If he was at all bashful about seeing you, the man didn’t show it. 

“Good. You’re here.”

“Yep.” 

Miguel was all business. “I want to go back to the fight you had with your father. Lyla, take us to timestamp 46:90:45.”

Damn, and here you thought you were good at compartmentalizing. You did your best to hide any disappointment from reaching your face, playing along as if he hadn’t seen every crevice of your body the night before. 

***

Days turned into weeks, and you eventually, reluctantly accepted that Miguel had told you the truth that night. What you two had shared was really just a one-time lapse of his frighteningly strong self-restraint. 

You were enjoying a rare night in, parked on the couch, takeout boxes strewn about the coffee table, your favorite trashy reality show playing on your TV. You’d gotten injured taking down a Doc Ock variant a few days ago, and Miguel benched you to recuperate. You were all too happy to take a break, from him and Spider-Girling. Despite your complicated feelings for the man, he assigned a recently displaced Spider, Spider-Woman 1357, to pinch hit for you in your dimension while you healed up. It was the first time since you became a hero you had a day off with peace of mind. 

Just as you started another episode, a tingle raced down your spine. Your spider-sense. Something was about to happen. Out of all the possibilities of what could have followed, a portal opening in your living room and Miguel walking through was the last thing you would’ve guessed. You leapt up from the sofa. 

You instantly regretted your appearance - messy bun, no makeup, and ratty sweatpants. Miguel, as usual, looked immaculate in his skintight spider-suit. 

“Hey.” 

“Is this a booty call?”

“No.” 

“Don’t bullshit me–”

“It’s not, I swear! Coño, I came to check on you.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Why not?”

“Because you could have messaged me on my gizmo. It’s your preferred method of communication after all, ever since the last time you were in my apartment.” 

“May–”

Lyla appeared over his shoulder. “He missed you, that’s all.”

Miguel growled at his AI. “I’m going to sentence you to robot death via spreadsheets.” 

Lyla wasn’t threatened in the slightest. “Thank me later.” She disappeared before Miguel could try and make another retort. 

“You missed me?”

“No,” his denial was instant. “I just…I–”

“This is a booty call!” you crumpled up a napkin and chucked it at his large form. “Go home, Miguel!” 

He didn’t budge. “It’s not a booty call. I…what are you watching?”

“The Realest Housewives of Manhattan. What, don’t judge me!”

Miguel couldn't keep his face straight. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Seeing his eyes crinkle with amusement was infectious. You threw another napkin ball at him and then composed yourself. He wasn’t getting off the hook this easily. “Why are you here? Be honest with me. It’s the very least I deserve.”

“I wanted to see the shocking expensive bed frame you expensed to HQ for myself.” 

“You said I could and you didn't set a spending limit.” A wicked little grin pulled at the corners of your mouth. The bed frame from Restoration Hardware had been your own private form of revenge. “And I’m supposed to believe you wanting to see my bed – my bed that you broke–”

“Hey! We broke the bed–”

“--is not your thinly veiled excuse for seeking another roll in the hay? Enough with goddamn mind games Miguel.” He tried to speak but you pushed on, “I’m tired and this is the last thing I need.”

Miguel sobered. He hung his head. His mouth seemed to fight the words as they left his lips.  “Alright, fine. I missed you.” 

You ignored your heartbeat’s sharp increase and schooled your features to maintain a neutral appearance. “I have some extra Pad Thai if you want.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“So this may not be a booty call, but does anyone other than Lyla know you’re here?”

“No.” 

You nodded. “Come. Sit. I just started the episode where Beverly throws her poodle a forty thousand dollar birthday party.” 

“Nothing you said just now made sense,” Miguel protested, but took a seat on your couch anyway. 

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed!! Miguel has fully rotted my brain so I thought it only fair to share the horniness. Of course I have more imagined in this AU, fingers crossed I can find more time to write (comments and reblogs and likes help!)

Translations:

Mierda - Shit 

cariño - dear

bebita - baby

Gracias a Dios - Thank God

Ven aquí - Come here

¡Coño! - Damnit!

¡No más – basta de esto! -No more, enough of this!

Hermosa - beautiful

Vamos, bebita - Come on, baby

Taglist: @plethora-of-imagines, @itdobe-liza @absolutelybloodyhopeless @ninebluehearts, @oscarissac2099 @trinthealternate

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Request for Anon (Hybrid NoMin) 5.7k, yandere, cages, manipulation, claw marks, bullying, breaking and entering, assault (@starillusion13)

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Jaemin didn’t trust anyone, let alone a human. Yet for some reason he believed your words. He stared down at the outstretched hand before hesitantly reaching for it. To his surprise you didn’t slap down some cuffs, or pin him to the ground, or hurt him in any way. You merely took his hand and helped him to his feet. Everyone else that was gathered around had a disgusted look on their face, eyes glued to him.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“… where?”

“I own a hybrid house. It can be your new home if you want it to.”

Jaemin nodded slowly, bringing a smile to the girl’s face. The girl kept a hold of his hand and led him over to her vehicle. It was a normal car, and not some big animal control van. That put him a bit at ease, but he was still nervous. The girl opened the passenger door for him, letting him ride in the front next to her. Once he was in she got into the driver’s seat.

“You don’t have to be scared. If at any point you want me to stop, just let me know.”

Jaemin had never really been in a car before, so he held onto the seatbelt. The drive was smooth, and after a bit of driving all the buildings around disappeared, replaced by wide open space. By then Jaemin was a bit relaxed, staring out the window with intrigue. Soon enough he could see a big house down the road, and a few other buildings around it.

“Wow…”

“It’s nice, right? And it looks better on the inside.” The girl chuckled. “By the way, what’s your name? I didn’t get to ask back there.”

“… jaemin…”

“A pleasure to meet you, Jaemin. My name is y/n.”

“… thank you…”

“No need to thank me.”

You pulled up to the garage, stepping out of the car. Jaemin got out as well, taking in the fresh air and looking at his surroundings. There wasn’t much around but he could see others running around the field.

“Come on, let’s get you situated.”

Jaemin followed you into the main house. Just as you said, the place looked just as nice inside. There were pictures on the wall with you and other hybrids, letting Jaemin know that many different breeds were around. Soon enough he could smell the mix of scents, along with joy. So far all his senses were telling him this was a good place. He followed you to an office, being asked to take a seat in front of the desk.

“… this place… it’s yours?”

“I own the land and property, but I want you to think of it as your home.”

“… my home… you said this was a hybrid house?”

“Yup.”

“… what does that mean?”

“It’s not common, but it’s like a shelter for hybrids. You’ll get your own room, and have access to everything in this place. You’re more than welcome to stay here forever, but if you want to find a home of your own, I also help with hybrid adoptions. Only if you want to of course. Your time here isn’t predetermined, it’s up to you.”

“Oh… that’s very nice…”

“So let’s get you started.” You took a seat and put down some papers. “I just need some simple information from you. Your name, type, any allergies or dietary restrictions, any special needs you might have, and if you’re looking to be adopted. We can mark no for now and come back to that last question any time you want.”

“Alright…”

“Well, I have your name, and going by the cute ears you must be a cat, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Cool.”

After the paperwork, Jaemin got a tour of the place. He was shown around the main house and other facilities. There were donations that he could go through in order to get a change of clothes, but you figured you could do that after he’s gotten some food in him. You took Jaemin over to the cafeteria, hearing his stomach growl.

“You must be hungry.”

“A bit…”

“Well you can have as much as you like.” You looked around for a familiar face. “Oh, Renjun!”

You took Jaemin’s arm and pulled him along towards another cat hybrid. The other smiled, looking at Jaemin curiously.

“Hi y/n.”

“Hi Renjun. I brought a new hybrid here today and I was wondering if you could keep him company and help him settle in.”

“Yeah, that’s no problem. Hi, I’m Renjun.” He held his hand out. “You?”

“Jaemin…” Jaemin shyly shook the other’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same here.”

“Alright. I have somethings I need to do. Jaemin, I will come by after the lunch hour to get you clothes and show you to your room, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

“Great. I’ll see you later.”

The two boys waved you off and then proceeded to get in line for food. Renjun was friendly and more than happy to let Jaemin know about this place. He was also nice enough to introduce him to other hybrids and they all sat together to eat.

“This is Mark, he’s a dog, and Haechan is a cat, Chenle is also a cat, and Jisung is a dog too.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Welcome to the house.” Mark smiled. “You’ll like it here.”

“So what… like what is this place?”

“It’s a hybrid house. Basically a shelter for us.” Haechan explained. “Y/n’s really great. She takes in all kinds of hybrids, whether they’re from the streets, or abandoned by their owners. This place is also like an adoption center. For those of us that want to be adopted she helps to make sure we’re good candidates.”

“Yeah, she has an open house once a month.” Chenle added. “A bunch of humans come over to hang out and adopt some hybrids. Don’t worry though, if you don’t want to be adopted, it doesn’t matter how much someone offers or begs, she won’t let you go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Legally speaking she’s our owner.” Jisung said. “All of us, so what she says goes.”

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”

Jaemin was glad to have made some friends on his first day here, and learn more about this place. He was glad to be here. Of course it wasn’t just free housing, all the hybrids contributed in some way. They took on chores, whether it was helping with the kitchen stuff, or house chores, or maintaining their home. It was a good deal, and everyone followed the house rules. Just as you said, after lunch you came by for Jaemin, taking him over to the donations and letting him pick some things out before showing him his room.

“This… is mine?”

“Yup. You’ll get the hang of laundry as you adjust, and you have a list of house rules on the back of your door. You can also lock your door from the inside for privacy too.”

“… thank you… seriously, for everything.”

“No problem. Feel free to explore the grounds. I’ll always be around too.”

“I appreciate it.”

🖤

Jaemin took things slow, getting used to his new room and bed, and slowly getting used to this new place he would be calling home. On a sunny day he went exploring around the grounds. There was the big main house where the hybrids stayed, and another house where you lived. The property was outlined with a fence, but there was so much room to run around in regardless. Yet while roaming around he came across a small house hidden in the back. He was walking towards it when he felt someone grab his arm.

“Don’t go there.”

Renjun had found him out in the yard, and realized what had caught his attention. He ran over to stop the other.

“What is that?”

“The isolation house.”

“The what?”

“If you don’t behave, that’s where you end up. Locked up in a cage, away from everyone else.”

“That doesn’t sound very nice… I thought this place was… better…”

“I know it sounds scary, but it’s an incentive more than anything.”

“Wait, so no one’s in there?”

“There is one hybrid in there…”

“What!?”

“They didn’t do anything wrong… it’s just that… y/n doesn’t want to give up on them…” Renjun explained. “I don’t know all the details, but supposedly the hybrid in there was from the streets. Y/n got a call about an aggressive hybrid and went to pick them up. They were unconscious, and given the report she put them in the isolation house for everyone’s safety until they woke up.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah. The thing is, they were still aggressive when they woke up, even after y/n tried to explain and calm them down. A hybrid like that would get put down by anyone else, but she doesn’t want that happening to them, so she keeps them in the isolation house. She comes by throughout the day to feed them, probably still hoping they’d change.”

“Wow… so she’s like that…”

“Kinda crazy but… yeah… stay out of there though, seriously, she wouldn’t want anyone getting hurt or something.”

“Got it.”

“Let’s go, it’s almost lunch time.”

Jaemin couldn’t keep his mind off the isolation house. He thought this place was perfect, like a paradise, and when Renjun had mentioned the name everything shattered. Yet it only revealed that he had only scratched the surface of the type of place, and the kind of person you were. There was a mean hybrid locked up not because he deserves punishment, but it’s the only way you could keep him safe. He was kind of jealous actually, and he had to meet this hybrid. So he was careful, watching the isolation house from afar. Renjun had been right. Around meals you’d go into the house with a picnic basket, and stay for a while.

It made Jaemin all the more envious of the hybrid in there, getting some personal one-on-one time with you everyday. Yet he couldn’t see you that often. You were busy running the house, and taking care of everyone, but this hybrid got special treatment. After a few days of watching he had a plan in mind. After lunch he’d sneak into the house and meet this hybrid, and see what all the fuss was about. He made sure no one was aware of his plan, and tripled checked his surroundings before entering. 

The door was of course locked, but it was a simple one, and he had learned to pick locks so it was no trouble getting in. The place was a decent size, and as he had been told it looked more like a hybrid pound, cages lining the walls, but they weren’t bad. There seemed to be plenty of space, but they were all empty. Well, except for one. At the end of the line on the left there was an occupant. Jaemin didn’t have to look or wonder about them at all. Moments after the door shut behind him he heard a low growl, followed by a warning.

“You shouldn’t be here. Get out!”

“Damn. You are a feisty one.”

Jaemin went over to the cell, getting a strong whiff of their scent. They were a dog hybrid, sitting in the corner on a mattress. From what Jaemin could see, they were well. The clothes they wore were clean, and they were well fed too. Jaemin sat down in front of the cage, a big smile on his face. The hybrid only growled at him, but of course he couldn’t do anything while locked up.

“You’re so lucky.”

“What?”

“You get to see y/n everyday, multiple times too. Maybe I should get locked up in here too.”

“You’re crazy. You should leave before you wind up locked in here for real.”

“Doesn’t seem too bad. Cozy little place, and it’s warm too.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“Ah, right, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Jaemin, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Answer me!”

“Aish, you know I’m so jealous of you.”

“Huh?”

“Y/n is the nicest human I’ve ever met. I was surprised she wasn’t scared of me at all when she came to me, and this place, I wish I had found it sooner. I wish I had found her sooner. It’s kinda nice to know she’s my owner.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“Do you know how lucky you are? Y/n hasn’t given up on you, which is why she keeps you here. If anyone else took you in they’d probably have you put down for being so aggressive. She’s the best.”

“She… is that true?”

“You know how humans are about us… but she’s different! She loves us.”

“Us?”

“If she didn’t then why keep you around, why would she have a place like this for hybrids. She wants what’s best for us.”

“Is that really… why…”

“Yup. Although I don’t get it.” Jaemin wondered. “There are more hybrids here than humans. I only really socialize with hybrids, and you would too, but why are you still locked up?”

“I don’t want to socialize with anyone else.”

“Ah, you want y/n all to yourself. Well, that’s not fair!” Jaemin huffed. “But… I wanna know… what’s y/n like?”

“Uh… she’s quiet… speaks politely… nice smile…”

“Hm, sounds like a dream.”

“I still don’t know why you’re here.”

“Oh, right. See, the thing is, I want to get close to y/n, but I need your help.”

“My help?”

“You’re all big and strong, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but why would I help you?”

“Don’t you like her?”

“Who?”

“Y/n. She personally takes care of, keeps you safe and sound from all the other humans who would want to hurt you. She feeds you and clothes you, she’s the perfect owner, a dream really. And together, she can be all ours. I have a plan.”

“You really like her huh? And not just like, you mean like like.”

“Yeah… I want to be her kitty, and you can be her puppy!”

“I’m not a puppy!”

“Obviously, that’s why I need you, so what do you say?”

“…”

“Hm? It’s fine if you don’t want to, just thought you of all people would understand.”

“Understand what?”

“How much she really cares about us.”

“… fine… I’m in.”

“Yes! This is gonna be awesome.” Jaemin cheered. “But first, what is your name?”

“Jeno. My name is Jeno.”

🖤

You loved your home, and you loved what you did. You were surrounded by smiling faces, and happy lives. You always checked in with the main house every morning to make sure nothing had happened, and then you’d go about your usual day. This morning you didn’t have any calls for pick ups, so you could focus on the open house coming up. After breakfast you packed up some food and went over to the isolation house. You knocked on the door before unlocking it and walking in.

“Morning Jeno.”

You walked over to where he was, setting down a blanket and sitting down. You prepared him a plate and opened up the small door so you could slide it to him.

“… thank you…”

“Oh… your welcome.”

Jeno never really spoke to you, so hearing his voice was always a treat. Not to mention seeing him reach over and take the plate. Usually he wouldn’t eat in front of you, but this time he did. It brought a smile to your face.

“Excuse me…”

“Yes? Is everything okay?”

“I… I wanted to ask… why am I still here…”

“Here? Well I don’t like keeping you in a cage either-”

“No I meant… I’m just trouble aren’t I…”

“Of course not. I can’t truly understand how rough things might have been for you out on the streets, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve good things. I know you may not like this place, but I’m worried that if you end up on the streets again someone might hurt you, or worse.”

“You really… you really care about me…”

“I know you’re capable of good things.”

“Then… can I get out of here? Can I live in the house like the others?”

You smiled. “Of course. I just need to get some things in order for you first, okay?”

“Okay…”

“I’m really glad. I’ll be back soon.”

The smile on your face was one of a kind. After all this time you were overjoyed to hear Jeno wanting to take a step forward. You were so caught up in your head that when you stepped out you were startled by someone.

“Hello.”

“Ah! Jaemin, what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. I saw you go in there and was wondering what you were doing… are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“I’m fine Jaemin, just a bit startled.”

“Sorry. What is this place anyway?”

“The isolation house. I usually put new hybrids, or misbehaving ones in here until they’re better.”

“Oh, can I see?”

“No. It’s empty, well, the last tenant will be moving out soon.”

“You mean there’s someone in there?”

“Not for long.”

“Can I meet them? They’re gonna need someone to help show them around, right?”

“Hm, you are correct. I’d really appreciate your help Jaemin.”

“I’m happy to do so.”

“Alright. Come with me.”

You returned to your office with Jaemin, changing around some paperwork and noting down where you’d be putting Jeno. Since Jaemin was going to help him out you figured it’d be a good idea to put them close together. When you were done with that you grabbed your keys and returned to the isolation house with Jaemin, once again knocking on the door before entering.

“Jeno, I brought a friend with me, and I’m hoping they can be your friend too.”

You offered Jeno a reassuring smile and unlocked his door. You held it open and stepped back, pulling Jaemin close to you.

“This is Jaemin, and he’ll be helping you get used to the house. Is that okay?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright, would you two like to introduce yourselves?”

“I’d love to.” Jaemin stepped forward. “I’m Jaemin, nice to meet you.”

Jaemin had a big smile on his face, holding his hand out to the other. Jeno slowly got up from the mattress and walked over, reaching out to take Jeno’s hand.

“Jeno.”

“I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends.”

“Sure.”

“It’s good to see you two get along.” You commented. “First let’s get Jeno some clothes, and then I can show you to your new room. If you’ll both follow me.”

You walked off first, leading the way. Jaemin took Jeno’s hand, giving him a thumbs up and pulling him along as they followed behind you. Jaemin was already talking to Jeno about the house, the rules, and responsibilities everyone took on. You had Jeno pick out some new clothes for himself and brought him over to your room.

“Here we are. Jaemin should be able to answer any of your questions going forward.”

“Yup. Just stick with me and everything is gonna be alright.” Jaemin smiled. “Promise.”

“Thank you… really… I wasn’t sure you’d ever let me out…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up more often, but I’m glad you’ve made the choice to be here now.”

“Me too.”

“Alright, then I’ll leave you two to get situated.”

Jaemin smiled and waved as you walked off, shoving Jeno into his room and shutting the door behind him. No one else usually hung around their room until late in the afternoon, so no one should be around to hear them. Although when Jaemin looked back Jeno was already bouncing on his bed.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve never had a bed before. You wanna jump?”

“I did that on my first day too.” Jaemin chuckled. “It’s really nice.”

“If I had known I’d get all this I might have asked to be let out sooner.”

“Well, now you’re out, and our plan can move forward.”

“Yeah, you only told me up till here, so what’s next?”

“We gotta get into y/n’s house.”

“You mean break in?”

“No. If we do that we’d get in big trouble, but there’s surely another way.”

“Which is?”

“Sympathy.”

“Huh?”

“Y/n cares about you a lot, so we use that to our advantage.”

“Then what do we have to do?”

“Nothing for now. We need a few days to test the water, and if I’m right, we won’t need to do much.”

 🖤

Despite having Jaemin, Jeno was still a bit weary of being around others. Even though he had been locked up and never met anyone before, they all seemed to know who he was. He could hear others whispering underneath their breath and giving him weird looks. Jaemin told him to ignore it and just go about his day. He did manage to make some other friends though, Jaemin introducing him to some others.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Renjun commented. “I always wondered who y/n kept safe and sound.”

“Really?”

“You were this big mystery.” Chenle added. “But it’s nice to put a face to the legend.”

“I guess I’m no secret.”

“I thought you’d be scarier.” Jisung said. “But you look way better.”

“Do I?”

“Very friendly. I bet you’d be adopted right away if you wanted to.”

“Adopted…”

“You don’t have to.” Mark assured. “Just something y/n offers for those here. She has an open house coming up, but she doesn’t let anyone get adopted if they don’t want to.”

“Oh, I see.”

“No need to worry.” Jaemin teased. “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah. How are you liking this place?” Haechan asked. “Better than the isolation house, right?”

“Absolutely. Food is still good.”

“I heard y/n cooked for you personally.”

“I’m not sure.”

“She did not.” Renjun said. “She came to the cafeteria, he just got served by her personally.”

“Still nice.” Jaemin remarked. “Makes me jealous.”

“You don’t seem the type.”

“I know right.”

The days went by smoothly, but the pieces to Jaemin’s plan were falling into place. Although Jeno was getting impatient since he wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was.

“Jaemin.”

“Hm?”

“What are we doing?”

“Dishes? Gosh I hate getting wet.”

“I meant about y/n!”

“Oh, are you getting impatient?”

“Well I don’t know the plan, so yeah. Are you ever gonna tell me?”

“I guess we can execute it now.”

“Right now?”

“After the dishes.”

Jaemin took cleaning himself up seriously, not wanting a drop of water on him, especially dirty dish water. Once they were good, Jaemin and Jeno went off to an isolated area, double checking to make sure they were alone.

“So what-”

Jeno yelled when Jaemin swiped his claws against his arm. He barked and growled, pinning the other down. Jaemin hissed back, glaring up at the dog.

“Let go!”

“What the fuck as that!”

“The plan!”

“Explain yourself!”

“Everyone knows you were brought here and kept locked up for being aggressive. You’re behaving now, but that doesn’t change the fact others are gonna be weary of you. What if someone hurt you? It wouldn’t be safe to stay in the house, and it wouldn’t be fair to put you back in isolation, so then where else could she put you?”

“Her house…”

“Bingo. That’s our way in. So be a good dog and let me rough you up a bit.”

Jeno let out another growl before getting off of Jaemin. He looked at his arm. The cut wasn’t deep, but it still stung.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?”

“Of course.”

“She’s gonna bring attention to this, and ask the others who did this. We’ll get found out.”

“That’s why we need to keep it simple. Just follow my lead and everything will work out.”

“Fine, but if this backfires I am throwing you under the bus.”

“It won’t.”

Jaemin marked up Jeno a bit more, but nothing too serious. The idea was to make this look like petty teasing, and not full on assault. They weren’t gonna bring this up right away, needed the marks to heal a bit, and then they could execute the last phase of the plan.

“This better work.”

“Trust me.” Jaemin smiled. “It’s gonna work.”

It was already late in the evening and Jaemin had double checked to make sure you were in your office. He knocked on the door and waited for you to invite him in. He gave a knowing glance to Jeno and the opened the door.

“Hi y/n, you got a second?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

You looked up from your computer to see Jaemin dragging Jeno into the room, the two mumbling under their breaths about something. You raised a brow in concern, standing up as well and walking over to them.

“What is going on?”

“It’s nothing.” Jeno said, then growled at Jaemin. “Right?”

“It’s not nothing.” Jaemin remarked. “You can’t hide this.”

“Let go.”

“Tell her.

“Tell me what?” You questioned. “What is this about?”

“Jeno-”

“Don’t.” Jeno threatened.

“Hey, easy, both of you. Now please, what is going on?”

Jaemin tugged Jeno’s arm forward, showing you the claw marks on his arm. Your eyes went wide and you grabbed his arm, looking over his injuries and seeing more.

“What happened? Who did this?”

“It’s nothing…” Jeno mumbled.

“No it’s not.” Jaemin repeated. “The other hybrids have been talking and stuff. They’re scared of Jeno and some of them are being mean!”

“Scared? They don’t even know him.”

“But everyone knows he was in isolation for being aggressive. They’re worried he’d snap or something.”

“That’s ridiculous. This type of behavior is not allowed.”

“It’s fine.” Jeno said. “I understand-”

“No, Jeno, this is not okay. You’ve never hurt anyone, there’s no reason to allow this.”

“I don’t want to cause trouble… this place is so nice and everyone likes it here… I don’t wanna cause problems…”

“Jeno…”

“It’s late anyway… and everyone is getting ready for bed… I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no.” Jaemin cut in. “It’s not safe for you to be in your room. What if something happens?”

“I-”

“He can’t stay in his room tonight.”

“It’s fine Jaemin.”

“No, what if something happens?”

“I said-”

“Enough.” You stated. “I need to investigate these claims, and I don’t want anything happening to you anymore. So for tonight…”

“You’re not gonna put him in isolation, right?” Jaemin questioned. “He’s been there long enough…”

“You have a point… you’ll stay with me then.”

“What?”

“I have an extra room you can stay in while-”

“You don’t have to.” Jeno said. “I’ll be-”

“I don’t want to debate this, please Jeno.”

“Okay…”

“Can I come?” Jaemin wondered. “To keep Jeno company so he’s not all alone in a new place.”

“I would appreciate that.”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Since it is late, why don’t you two grab somethings from your room and meet me out front in like ten minutes.”

“Sure thing.”

The two returned to their rooms, getting a change of clothes and a toothbrush. Jaemin then went over to Jeno’s room, jumping on the bed.

“High five! We did it.”

“How about we get in the door first.”

“It’s pretty much guaranteed.”

“Still.”

“Come on, let’s go. We don’t want to keep her waiting.”

The two went headed over to the front of the house, waiting for you. They didn’t wait long before you showed up. It still pained you seeing the marks on Jeno’s arms, never having thought someone would get hurt like that here. You had the two follow you over to your house, unlocking the front door.

“Make yourselves at home.”

Jeno and Jaemin followed behind you, looking around in awe. The place was so nice and looked so cozy. Although it made it hard to believe it was just you out here. Other staff members drove here in the morning, and left at night, but this place was your home, just as it was for them.

“Can I ask something?” Jeno wondered.

“Of course.”

“Why do you help hybrids?”

“Because I like to, and I know you all deserve love and happiness.”

“You’re incredible.”

“No, no, I’m just being me.” You smiled. “Did you guys have dinner already?”

“Yes.” Jaemin responded. “We ate.”

“Okay.”

You took the two over to the guest room you had. There was only one bed but neither of them minded, being in your home was already a very kind gesture. You let them know they could wash up if they wanted too. Which also reminded you about Jeno’s wounds. Even though they had been healing you still wanted to look him over and disinfect the fresh ones just to be safe. It pained you, and you were grateful he hadn’t caused trouble.

“We’ll look into this and get it sorted out.”

“Thank you.”

“Alright. I’ll come check on you both before I turn in for the night.”

“Don’t worry about us.” Jaemin smiled. “We’ll be okay.”

“Great.”

Once you were gone Jaemin laid back on the bed, wrapping himself up in the blanket. Jeno looked around some more, checking his bandages.

“These sheets smell like her, so sweet.” Jaemin sighed. “Let’s explore the house.”

“Jaemin-

“Ya! We’re here, we made it, and now we make our move.”

Jaemin didn’t wait to hear anything and slipped out of the room. He looked around with intrigue, taking in the wonderful scent he was surrounded by. Jeno of course followed him despite his original protests.

“She lives alone.”

“That’s perfect.” Jaemin said. “It’s just us in the house, and no one really knows we’re here. So she’s all ours.”

“Where is she?”

“Don’t you hear it? She’s in the shower.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly. Let’s go.”

The two of them snuck over to the master bedroom, hearing the shower running and your humming. They snuck over, slowly opening the door and peeking in. The steam was hiding your body, but the outline was great. Jaemin reached over and grabbed your shirt that was on the floor, taking in a deep breath and handing it to Jeno who did the same.

“She’s ours.”

Jeno shoved Jaemin aside and dropped the shirt, going into the bathroom. He yanked aside the shower door, making you yell and immediately cover your body.

“Jeno… what… did you need something?”

“You.”

“Huh?”

Jeno stepped into the shower, getting drenched, but he didn’t seem to mind. You stepped back, but the space was small and he easily had you cornered and pinned between his arms. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, slightly tickling you.

“Jeno… Jeno what are you-”

“Can you not in the shower?” Jaemin suggested. “I’m not a fan of water.”

“Sounds like your problem.” Jeno chuckled.

“Ya!”

“What are you two doing!”

You pushed Jeno off of you, catching him off guard that he slipped, barely managing to catch himself. You nearly collapsed as well but Jaemin caught you and pulled you out of the tub. Jeno growled at the other, turning off the shower head.

“Still not a fan of water.” Jaemin commented. “But I like having you in my arms.”

“Let go!”

“No. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“Jaemin, what the hell is this!”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

You were dragged into your room, Jaemin tossing you on the bed. You quickly scrambled to wrap the blanket around you, ignoring the fact you were soaking your sheets. Jeno soon emerged from the bathroom as well, using a towel to dry his hair.

“We want to be yours.”

“What?”

Jaemin crawled onto bed and pinned you down beneath him, a devilish grin on his face, but you could see such sincerity in his eyes. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply before he trailed down to your neck.

“Jaemin…”

“I’m glad I have a home.” Jaemin cuddled you. “You’re the best owner a hybrid could ever ask for.”

“I…”

“No one was ever so nice to me.” Jeno got into bed too. “Despite everything you brought me here and kept me safe. I love you for that.”

“Wait, I think you both-”

“Now that we’re all together you won’t be lonely anymore.”

“I’m not…”

“I get it.” Jaemin said. “You’re constantly helping others that you forget about yourself. All the hybrids have one another but you’re all alone here, but now you have us.”

“I… uh… no, wait…”

“Don’t you think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.”

“For being so good to us.” Jeno added. “You’re the best after all.”

Jeno was playfully shoving Jaemin aside, wanting to get his arms around you too. Even though you were still wet and cold, you had to admit their embrace was warm and inviting. You always had something on your mind in regards to the house you never thought much about yourself. Now you had two hybrids in your bedroom who wanted nothing more than to make you happy. It was sweet, but you also weren’t sure this was the right thing to do.

“Guys-”

“Sh. Let’s just stay like this.” Jaemin whined. “You can properly adopt us, and we can help with the house and-”

“I still need to look into Jeno.”

“It was Jaemin.” Jeno mumbled. “He scratched me up.”

“Ya!”

“What! Jaemin!”

“He let me!”

“What!”

“We had to figure out some way into your house.” Jaemin grumbled.

“I cannot believe you two.”

“Sorry…”

You chuckled, followed by a sigh. You stared up at the ceiling. Never in a million years would you have imagined such a situation.

“Can I get up?”

“No, I like this.” Jeno whined. “Stay.”

“You both interrupted my shower, and I’m still naked, and now I have to change my sheets.”

“Oh… right… oops…”

“Just let me get up and get dressed.”

“Promise you won’t leave?” Jaemin asked.

“Why would I leave? This is my house, and I guess it’s your house too.”

“Really!”

“I’m not so sure I could kick you out if I wanted to.”

“Yes! I have a home! Jeno, we have a home!”

The two hugged you tight and peppered you with kisses, tickling you. Somehow you got them to stop and managed to get up, still wrapped in a blanket.

“I guess we’ll all be sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

[alwritey-aphrodite]

hihi! i absolutely adore your tbosbas writing and i was wondering if you had any other ideas for covey!reader/ district 12!reader and sejanus? i have no specific scenario i just love the way you write them! I hope you have a great day :))

This took me forever and a half but I hope you enjoy! As always, this is dedicated to the love of my life and my secret twin @beybaldes

There’s a special side of you that not many people have ever seen, with the exception of the Covey. In the words of Lucy Gray, you have a laugh and a smile that could replace the sun. The more comfortable you get with someone, the more that classic Covey attitude starts to show itself, and you’re teasing and laughing and drinking with the rest of your cousins in the blink of an eye.

For the most part, Sejanus has cherished the brief moments where your true inner self shines through and you feel comfortable enough to tease him with an easy smile until your shyness gets the better of you and you hide your grin. He’s smitten with you, and no matter how shy or how bold you are, he’s in awe of you all the time.

Now, though, waiting with Lucy Gray and Coriolanus for you to finish altering Maude Ivory’s dress, he can’t keep the smile off his face as the sound of your voice carries through the crack in the door.

“If you keep movin’, I’m gonna keep sticking you,” you tell the younger girl, and even without seeing your face, Sejanus can hear the grin in your voice. There’s a squeal, followed by the sound of your giggles and the slamming shut of a chest. Soon after, Maude Ivory emerges in a newly fitting dress with a scowl on her typically sunny face.

“Don’t let her near you with needles,” the girl warns Sejanus before stalking off, despite Lucy Gray’s attempts to get her to do a twirl in her new outfit.

“Quit moping and sit still next time!” You call out to Maude Ivory as you leave your little workroom, the smile on your face only growing when you finally notice Sejanus.

It almost makes him blush, just that slightest indication that you’re happy to see him enough to send him reeling.

“Do you boys ever work?” You ask, a playful smile growing on your face, your delighted teasing enough to send Sejanus to an early grave.

“Not as much as you’d think,” Coryo answers, well aware that his friend has most likely lost the ability to speak the moment he saw you.

“Oh, we could put you to work,” you tell him with a wink, making the rest of your little group chuckle, even as Lucy Gray nods in agreement.

Before a tiny inkling of jealousy even gets the chance to bloom, you’re looking to Sejanus and your playful smile has melted into something softer, something sweeter that sends his head spinning. The two of you head outside to your little forest path, wanting to give Lucy Gray and Coryo some privacy and soak up the fleeting sunshine as you do. Your hands swing while you walk, brushing against Sejanus’s every few steps, both of you wanting to grab hold but neither quite sure how to make a move.

A few minutes later, you come to a fallen tree that’s in the perfect spot, sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves like the alcove was made just for you. It’s silent, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the animals scurrying around, neither of you quite sure what to say or how to say it.

“You make me nervous, Sejanus,” you confess to the forest floor, much too scared to look into those deep, trusting eyes of his. He panics, terrified that he’s said or done something awful and determined to make things right even without knowing the problem. Floundering for words, he sets a hand on your knee, sending shivers and flames through your body.

“You’re just so perfect I never know how to act around you,” this time you turn to look at him after you’re done speaking, watching as the terror in his eyes melts into something softer. He’s unable to speak, some unnamed emotion squeezing his throat and cutting off the connection between his brain and his tongue, but he doesn’t need to say anything because you already know, just from looking. You turn back towards the ground, leaning forward just enough to pick a handful of the flowers you had seen in all your staring earlier.

The conversation veers towards something lighter, childhood memories and favorite foods, even as your statements hang in the air like the dust motes dancing in the sunshine, and your nimble fingers thread together the flower stems in the same practiced movements of your needle and thread. You could do it without looking, but you think you might combust if you look at Sejanus for too long so you keep your head bent towards your work as you talk.

After a while, you tie together the ends of the chain, creating a perfect loop, before turning and placing the circle of flowers onto the top of Sejanus’s shorn head, your fingers gentle as they brushed against the soft remains of his curls. Neither of you say anything, but neither of you need to, and now Sejanus is the one turning away, unable to look at you as his heart threatens to explode right then and there.

[estrellami-1]

Writer prompt: Steve & Mike bonding pls

Ooh I love this!! We don’t see it enough in canon but I think their bitchiness actually gets along fairly well together.

It’s 8:54am on a Tuesday when Mike bangs on Steve’s door. “I need to talk to you.”

Steve blinks, but does ultimately let him inside. “Is something wrong? Is it something with the Upside Down?”

Mike scowls at him like he’s an idiot. “No.”

Steve stares back, unimpressed. “Then why don’t you use the words I know you have, since I’m not a mind reader?”

Mike releases a breath. Turns and stalks down the hallway before just as suddenly turning back. “How did you know you were gay?” He blurts.

Steve is, quite honestly, stunned. “Oh. Okay. Um, the short answer is, I’m not.” He gestures Mike over to sit on the couch. “I’m bisexual, which is when you like both men and women.”

Mike nods. “How did you know?”

Steve blows out a breath. “I mean, I think I always knew I liked girls, mostly because that’s what was expected of me. That’s what’s acceptable, y’know? As sappy as this is gonna sound, it took meeting Robin to understand that liking the same gender was a possibility, and it took meeting Eddie to understand that I could feel that way. I love Eddie, just like I loved Nancy. Different people, different genders, but the love’s the same.”

Mike nods. “How would I know?”

Steve smiles sadly. “That’s the thing. Only you can know.”

Mike groans. “But I don’t know, that’s the thing! ‘Cause I love El. I swear I do. She’s amazing and I don’t deserve her. But it’s like… sometimes my body will remember it’s supposed to feel this way, and I get all flustered and my palms start sweating, but it’s just Will! I’ve known him forever!”

Steve hums. “Thinking you don’t deserve someone is a dangerous game to play. You’ll keep reaching for that mark of being good enough only to find you can’t ever quite reach it.” He looks at Mike. “Being in love doesn’t mean you try for something unattainable. It means trying to be the best you you can be, knowing that even if you fail, that person will still love you anyways.”

He’s silent for a second. “How’d you know you loved Eddie?”

Steve chuckles. “It was somehow both gradual and all of a sudden. I think I’d been falling for a while, and all of a sudden one day I was hanging out with him. We weren’t even doing anything special, just sitting and talking, him plucking at his guitar, and I thought, I want it to be like this forever.”

“And you just… knew?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“You weren’t scared?”

“Mike, falling in love was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Mike thinks about it, nods, then stands. Steve follows suit. “Need a ride?”

“Nah. I need to think about how I’m gonna do it first.” He looks at Steve. “Do I have a chance?”

“I can’t say yes for sure, because I don’t know for sure what Will feels. But I know how it looks. And it looks like you do.”

Mike nods and walks out the door, turning back at the last second. “Thank you.”

Steve smiles. “You’re welcome.”

At the next movie night, Steve smiles and pointedly doesn’t say anything when he sees Mike and Will holding hands.

[ladylooch]

oooh for blurb night (and if you've blurbed something like this already feel free to ignore!!) does lexi ever get subjected to any nastiness on social media or even in person? some of these fans take it a little too far, as we've all seen 😬

!!!!!!!!!! We have not talked about this yet. We talked about this with Emma. But we all know Lexi gets it and it’s bad. Nico does his best to protect her, but there is only so much he can do.

Lexi is unusually quiet tonight. At first, Nico didn’t think anything of it. She has been struggling since she quit her job, feeling like a “useless sack of potatoes” (her words) while flipping through various comedy shows trying to get a laugh. The truth is, she’s still grieving the loss of her special patient, and it’s going to take a long time until she moves through the process.

But this quiet tonight also comes with a distance that doesn’t sit well with Nico. He thinks of that as he wipes his hands off on the kitchen towel after finishing washing the knives from dinner. Then, he moves around the island to stand by her head in the living room.

“I’m gonna watch some film, unless you want to catch another episode of Gilmore Girls?” Nico asks, tugging her pony tail where it flops over the arm of the couch. She shakes her head no without looking at him. Nico sighs, coming around to squat in front of her. He examines her face, pursing his lips in sadness at how hollow her gaze looks. “Baby, I’m worried about you. What’s up?” 

“Why are you with me?” Nico blinks back at her in surprise. He did not expect that question.

“What?”

“Why are you with me?”

“There are a million reasons. But if I had to sum it up in a sentence or two, it’s because you’re the best person I know and I can’t live without you.”

“You could do so much better.” She whispers as tears fill her eyes. Nico lowers his eyebrows in confusion. This is not like her.

“Lex, what is going on?” Nico scoots her over until her back presses into the large cushions fully. She begins to sob, hiding her face as Nico curls her into his chest. 

“People are being so mean to me on social media. And I can take it, Neeks. I can take so much if it means that I get to have you forever, but they’re going to a whole new level that I just… don’t.. know how to deal with.” She begins to sob harder. 

“Baby, I am going to fix this. Tell me what happened. I’ll take care of it.”

“How? Are you going to shut down the internet for me?”

“I fucking will if I have to, yeah.” This gets her to smile through her tears. Damn does he love her. He would go find every serve in the world and rip the cords out himself if it meant she wouldn’t cry like this because people were mean to her. Because of him. They attack her because he loves her. How unfair is that?

“Someone DMed me on Instagram asking if I knew how unworthy of you I was….” She sighs afterwards, tugging at the drawstring of his sweatshirt. “Like how do you get out of bed with so much ugly audacity?” She repeats.

“But you know that isn’t true.” He strokes her wet cheek, then tilts her chin back so she looks into his eyes again. 

“Yeah… I mean, for the most part. But, sometimes…. I’m just not sure.” 

“Oh Lex.” He breathes out a heavy breath, feeling his heart break. “Am I doing something wrong that makes you feel like that?”

“No! God, no, Nico you are… perfect. But, they get into my head… and I’ve been in such a bad place.” 

“I wanna fix this for you. Wanna soothe every crack and hurt in your heart, baby.” He kisses her lips desperately as he says it.

“You can’t.” She eases the burden for him. 

“What can I do?” Lexi contemplates, slowly blinking, really contemplating what she needs from her boyfriend right now. 

“Maybe you could take over my social media accounts and change the passwords, so I can’t login right now? I shouldn’t be on anything. Not until I heal. I can’t seem to hold myself accountable to that commitment.”

“Done. What else?” 

“Hold me. All night… until we are tired lumps, melded together with no ending.” Nico chuckles. 

“Okay. Here or in bed?”

“Bed.” It’s a heavenly sigh that tells Nico he’s getting lucky tonight.

After Lexi falls asleep, Nico maneuvers his arms around her and pulls her phone up. He makes a list of all the people sending her awful messages and blocks them, then he logs into his account and blocks them on his as well, across all social medical platforms until all that is left is praise, love, and appreciation for his beautiful girl.

Nobody makes his girl feel like not enough. Nobody.

And if this continues, this Devil is going to unleash hell.

[wraithdance]

💕 Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile 💕 - @mikichko 💕

Hehehe hi baby! Okay so gonna get a lil gay(er) so under the cut we go! (Did the 3 ppl I care about at the end)

5 things I like about myself

Physically:

1. my beauty marks (I have like 6ish on my face and a big one on my upper lip)

2. my gapped teeth! took me getting braces just for my teeth to shift back a lil to finally think my teeth are unique/special to me lmao (special mention to my ass tho it really does go crazyyyy)

Non physically:

3) my intelligence (interpersonally, emotionally and academically), I think my way of thinking is unique to me and has allowed me to be on incredible platforms and spaces to share my thought processes

4. My creativity!! Who I am and will forever be is an artist. My connection to my life and the world will always start with viewing things as an artist first and foremost! So that gives me a layered view about beauty that I think is unique

5. My capacity to love and hate in equal measures 💀 one thing about it and two things for sure I’m all in when it comes to hating or loving someone or something. It may seem toxic but my word is my bond and my actions are something I never want misconstrued. Also I may not know what it’s like to be ‘in’ love but I can give love like nobodies business lol

3 people I care deeply about:

1. Xavi!!

I’ve already told you and Jess how much I adore you, but I got derailed and never got a chance to cry all over Xavi’s inbox lmao. I appreciate him so much because it’s just been so easy to just talk about shared experiences and get both an honest raw opinion but no judgment. I love cracking jokes and feeding off of each others energies to one up the other on the crazy nasty shit we can say lmfao.

I’ve learned a lot from him in such a short amount of time. Having someone be very vocal about not allowing me to make myself small or even challenging some of the stuff that is still toxic/unwoke from my upbringing has been really impactful for me. I don’t feel like I have to be perfectly together on a pedestal with him and it does still make me wanna balk in terror but I love my lil angel face 😭

2. Wren/Void!!

Not that I don’t appreciate them both and recognize them as separate individuals but they are like the fun part of a Kit Kat when they’re together lmaoo!! Both are so immeasurably cool and I’m fascinated by their brains so much!

Wren is such a sweetheart and the one person I think I would like to hug without absolutely having a touch repulsed avoidant fit about it lmaooo. They are so kind to me and half my jokes are because I’m trying my best to make them laugh so I cackle while typing often. I don’t think we would be allowed in the same room or else we’d for sure start some shit 😭

Void puts my wack ass cool girl attempts to shame. I literally sigh wistfully like damn why can I not shut the fuck up and be half as interesting lmao. Through engaging with them I’ve inadvertently been able to put a name to a lot of things about myself that has haunted me for years. I’m someone who is obsessively logical so even if it doesn’t make my experiences less valid, knowing I’m not making shit up is a relief. Love that I don’t have to perform attachment with them!! It’s just a head nod wassup and go lmfao!

It’s fun kind of being ships passing in the night engaging at random with them and telling jokes. Really is a highlight of my day and is again no pressure so that’s a vibe for me

3. GEMMA!!!

Another person who I admire!! Hope I don’t get punched for saying this but she holds an online older sibling slot to me in my head. I’m very happy to hear her thoughts/beliefs and she’s so sweet and caring it rots my teeth 🥹

I still feel very inadequate when faced with her truly immaculate organizational skills and her writing is so utterly phenomenal. watching her engage and work things out has been so refreshing and I’ve learned a lot! I hope to be as smart as her one day and maybe even a quarter as graceful when I decide to finally act like an adult lmfao. For now I’m content with being her cheerleader so GO GEMMA GOOOOO 📣🥳

I sometimes laugh because I’m like whoa, how have I not irritated her yet with my chaos and constant emotional whiplash lmfao. But nonetheless, I adore Gemma so much she’s one of my lil pockets of sunshine on here even if I don’t say it enough!!

[dreamsoffantasty]

━━ ❀               Over the Moon Lyric Starters    ❀ ( lyrical meme appreciation featuring songs from the album, please feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit  ! some of the lyrics changed to fit better for RP purposes. )      

On the Moon Above

❛ Long ago, an ancient story beautiful and kind Chang'e and a handsome man named Houyi were in love. ❜

❛ True love ? ❜ / ❛ True love. ❜

❛ But she took a magic potion giving immortality. ❜

❛ Then she floated leaving her true love and she waits for him on the moon above. ❜

❛ And that's where she waits now, on the moon with only jade rabbit to keep her company. ❜

❛ Houyi died here on Earth. ❜

❛ And when she cries her tears turn into stardust. ❜

❛ Longing, hoping for her one truе love… Now she waits for him on the moon abovе. ❜

❛ Forever. ❜

Mooncakes

❛ Stuff ! Roll! Press! Smack ! Sift the flour, let the eggs crack. Knead the dough on every hour, then we start it all again. Form the dough around the filling, brush with egg and please no spilling ! What a lovely gift they are ! ❜

❛ There's tradition in these mooncakes. ❜

❛ We make every one with care. Then we bake them full of fondness, sweetness lofting through the air. ❜

❛ There is magic in thеse mooncakes. ❜

❛ You can feel it all around, Mooncakes whеre the magic is found. ❜

❛ Each one holds a message from the moon above "Cherish life and everything you love". ❜

❛ Magic in these mooncakes, hidden in these mooncakes for you. ❜

❛ How the leaves are changing, soon the festival begins ! Such a special feeling ! ❜

❛ There are memories in these mooncakes, all these memories shared with you. All the stories that you told me, mother, make me think of you. ❜

❛ Magic in these memories forever I hold true. Mooncakes and the memories of you. ❜

Rocket to the Moon

❛ I look up in the heavens and I can see your face, your gentle eyes in moonlight, I feel your warm embrace. ❜

❛ We were the perfect family: Ba Ba, you, and me. ❜

❛ I never thought that he’d find someone new and not remember you. ❜

❛ Of all the tales you told me, Chang’e was what I loved. She lost her precious Hou Yi, then floated up above. She waits for him forever. ❜

❛ So Ba Ba – why can’t he ? ❜

❛ If I can prove to him hеr tale is true he’ll rеmember you. ❜

❛ Fly away - Chang’e, are you calling to me ? ❜

❛ Are you up there looking at me ? ❜

❛ Can you see what nobody sees ? ❜

❛ Can you hear my voice up on the moon ? ❜

❛ Wish I had the wings to take me high away, to a place where no one doubts me. ❜

❛ I’d walk on a lunar dune... Could I find a way to get there soon ? ❜

❛ Build a rocket to the moon. ❜

❛ I would fly beyond the stars to keep my family. ❜

❛ If I did, I’d show my father love lasts all eternity. ❜

❛ I would prove truth’s in the heart, not only what you see. ❜

❛ Could I discover a way to break through ? ❜

❛ What could a girl like me possibly do ? ❜

❛ Build me a rocket, imagine the view ! ❜

❛ Oh, how I want to… Fly away Chang’e I am coming to you ! ❜

❛ Ba Ba, I will prove it to you I’ll be free of all gravity. ❜

❛ Hey, Chang’e, I’m gonna be there soon In my rocket to the moon ! ❜

Rocket to the Moon (Reprise)

❛ Magnetic levitation, frictional cessation... That's the key F is force, of course and G is always gravity ! Power, lift, duration Gyronavigation... ❜

❛ The thrusters are starting, I'll be departing soon. ❜

❛ Candles make a paper lantern fly so tell me, why can't I ? ❜

❛ Astronauts they rise above the sea so why not me ? ❜

❛ With each piece the puzzle turns my hope into reality ! ❜

❛ I can have lift-off at one more degree. Countdown is starting and soon they will see I think I've got it, I'm going to be free ! ❜

Ultraluminary

❛ I'm the light every night in your world. Are you ready to watch me be legendary ? 'Cuz I'm... Ultraluminary. ❜

❛ You wish on me in my glitter light. First star you see tonight. So wish away, wish with all your might ! Upon this radiant sight. ❜

❛ The stars ignite they flame from dust, born out of gravity and force, they combust. ❜

❛ Though they try in rivalry, they'll never shine bright as me. ❜

❛ I'm the light every night in your world, you revel in the glory of my beauty. ❜

❛ Ready to watch me be legendary ? ❜

❛ 'Cuz I'm ultraluminary. ❜

❛ Thе cosmic shine of my fine display, can turn the night to day. ❜

❛ I hеar they say that the Milky Way can't help but envy me. ❜

❛ It was a desert on the moon when we arrived. ❜

❛ Gathering all of my tears, heartbreak, and sighs, Jade made a potion ignite and turned the night. To a radiant city of light, from tears I rise ! ❜

Hey Boy

❛ Welcome to my game - sweet Chin. ❜

❛ You think that you're so fast, well you better think again. ❜

❛ I'm the best, I'm the queen of Lunaria and my serve is spectacularia. ❜

❛ Oh Cho, another point for me ! ❜

❛ There's only one way out of this misery. ❜

❛ Poor Chin, I don't want a rift, but it's time for you to tell me the location of the gift ❜

❛ See I am a legend and I always win. ❜

❛ The stars in the cosmos they bow to my whim. ❜

❛ Come on Chin, I"m running out of time. I'll keep you here forever 'till you give me what is mine. ❜

❛ Hey boy, don't you hold back If you do betcha, queenie's gonna getcha ! ❜

❛ Hey boy, better talk soon or never leave the dark side of the moon. ❜

❛ Fei Fei is my sister and I think that she's the best. ❜

❛ I've got a super power - I'm a cut above the rest ! ❜

❛ She needs a picture that I'll prove you're real. ❜

❛ I'll break through walls and seal this deal I'll smash it, pop it, top it and in the end I'll win it ! ❜

❛ I'm losing my patience I've no time for this. ❜

❛ This little nuisance is mine to dismiss. ❜

❛ Fei Fei says I'm annoying and maybe that's a sign of another super power ! ❜

❛ This game is mine ❜

❛ I'm faster than a comet I'm a rocket through the galaxy. ❜

❛ You ain't catching me and soon I'll have that picture and your Houyi will just have to {pfft} ! ❜

❛ If you weren't so selfish he'd have immortality. ❜

❛ You will tell me what I need ! ❜

Wonderful

❛ Do you ever hug your scales ? Shake your tail and make a light show a dance of colors and hues - Well, I do. ❜

❛ Here, right before your eyes a bright kaleidoscope surprise ! No moment is the same and that is wonderful-ul ! ❜

❛ Here, right before your eyes A bright kaleidoscope surprise! No moment is the same and that is wonderful-ul. ❜

❛ Do you ever watch the earth ? Lounge around and see it floating a swirl of white clouds and blue - Well, I do.. ❜

❛ It changes everyday It spins and turns and twirls away It just keeps rollin' on. ❜

❛ Look at the world surrounding you ! All possibility, every moment we have is a chance at something nеw to glow, to grow. ❜

❛ Do you ever feel afraid ? Curl up when you arе hurting and hold your memories tight to you. Yeah, me too. ❜

❛ If you release the past, you'll move ahead and bloom at last. The heart grows and it knows you can glow. You're wonderful... ❜

Yours Forever (Reprise)

❛ Always and forever, in this heart of mine. ❜

❛ Longer than the heavens and the stars that shine. ❜

❛ I am yours, I am yours forever. ❜

Love Someone New

❛ I know you're feeling sadness I see it in your eyes, the pain is overwhelming… When a loved one dies. ❜

❛ But it's time for you to let go and set your heartache free. ❜

❛ For there's life that's waiting there for you. ❜

❛ If you can let love through. ❜

❛ If you can give love, you will find your family. ❜

❛ Though it may not be like it was before. ❜

❛ If you give love, you'll never lose love. ❜

❛ It only grows. ❜

❛ No need to build a rocket, for you can now be strong. The things that you've been searching for have been here all along. ❜

❛ Though it hurts to miss her, her spirit's always near. ❜

❛ So trust that she will always be with you and love someone new. ❜

❛ The gift is not the answer and you are not alone. ❜

❛ Love is all around you a love you've always known. ❜

❛ Though it hurts to miss him, his spirit's always near. ❜

❛ The heart grows and it knows you can love. ❜

❛ You're wonderful. ❜

[dearabby1990]

Twd Daryl Dixon A world of our own Chapter 5: Outside these walls

”Mornin chica wakey wakey I got some coffee in thermos’ & packed us some supplies so let’s head out I need to find a few things anyway” rolling off of the bed swinging your legs onto the floor grabbing your combat boots & lacing them up grabbing a flannel to throw over your tank top to cover your back and shoulders & snatching up your backpack you turn to your best friend with a grin on your face “let’s roll biotch” shaking her head at you huffing out a laugh as you both head outside and towards the gates where Glenn and Eugene are on watch “mornin gentlemen” you wink at them just to bust their balls “where are you ladies heading?” Glenn asks out of sheer curiosity “eh going out to look for a little something to work on & Rosita here needs a few things anyway so girls day out” he nods “cool if you happen to come by any baby stuff I’d appreciate it Maggie hasn’t had much luck so far” you both agree happy to help “yeah sure no problem Glenn we got ya” both using the van you head out as Eugene and Glenn open the gates & you and Rosita start down the road south bound where you think you may have seen just the thing when you were out here last time coming back from the clinic having to take a back detour due to a large heard of draggers. The ride is quiet both of you just enjoying the wind with the windows down before you know it you’re in front of an old general store “Ready? Need some feminine hygiene products for myself and some of the other girls so if you see anything grab it. We’re gonna clear it then I’m gonna take the front you take the back” “got it let’s roll” you grab your spear & sheath your knives before hopping out of the van walking to an old dirty window wiping a clear spot to peer inside knocking on it to see if anything stirs inside. After a moment when all is still quiet and still you know it’s okay to open the door Rosita heads in first aiming her gun at any potential threat as you have your back against hers checking out her blind spots. Everything’s good to go as you head off towards the back. The entire store a disaster things all over the place watching your step as you make your way to a large pile of miscellaneous items digging through to see what you can find coming across some ibuprofen disinfectant sprays and then finally “Jackpot” you wave Rosita over her eyebrow pinched as she tries to hear you “over here boo look” making her way over a large pile of tampons pads and sanitary wipes “sweet let’s load up and we can check that spot & we’ll be back home before lunch” loading up you both pack all you can fit into your bags and arms heading to the van “hold on I’m gonna run back in just give me a second” you bolt back inside smiling you snatching the entire shelf of candy into an old shopping basket heading back outside with a shit eating grin “what the fuck is all that chica?” You roll your eyes laughing “our lifeline when we’re cramping and wanting to rip people to shreds chocolate is a girls best friend” shaking her head at you as you put the basket in the back with everything else you hop back in your seat & toss her your cd case “here you pick” she grins quickly flipping throughout the pockets of each disc before you starts cracking up laughing “no fuckin way i haven’t seen or heard this in forever what do you know about this chica blanca?” You turn to see what she pulled out and laugh back “girl you do know that Italian is just Spanish with a few changed vowels if you can understand Spanish you can understand Italian I promise you” giggling as you answered taking the disc and popping it in pressing play “Selena was a goddess & her voice is like silk I don’t know I had a best friend when I was little she played her music all the time her dad used to be in a tejano band they’d play on special holidays it was nice to see someone with a good sense of family” “yeah my mom loved her if it wasn’t for her naming me after her late sister I’m sure my name would’ve been Selena instead of Rosita” “I think your name is beautiful I like it”

The music starts to vibrate it’s way from the speakers as No Me Queda Más sweeps you away in deep thought before you know it you’re snapped out of it by the sound of Rosita singing so you decide to join right in because why not 🎼”Yo tenía una esperanza en el fondo de mi alma Que un día te quedaras tú conmigo Y aún guardaba una ilusión que alimentaba el corazón Mi corazón que hoy tiene que verte como solo amigo Y aunque viví enamorada y totalmente equivocada No me importa Porque esto sí fue amor Por mi parte, lo más lindo, el más grande amor Y aunque siempre lo renuncies, para mí Fue lo más bello”🎼 seeing a small shop having her stop just to take a look inside. After clearing it of two puss filled walkers you finally make your way through the aisles each of you carrying a basket filled with different baby things bottles, burp cloths, onesies, itty bitty socks, diapers and wipes before putting everything in the backseat. “I hope this is good until we can find a place with some baby furniture” “yeah but we found a good amount of stuff today and the amount of formula cans I grabbed Maggie will be set for at least the first few months” “alright let’s get the fuck outta here”. The ride home felt great both of you feeling pretty accomplished for it just being the two of you when you get back you see Abraham and Sasha at the gate waving at you both as they open it and you pull in. You had Rosita park the van towards Aaron’s to drop off your bike the other day he said if you happened to find what you were looking for that he had parts to spare after Daryl was done in there those parts kind of just sat there unless something needed replacing. Carol is on the porch drinking hot tea and smoking a cigarette as you both hop you of the van. You threw your poncho over one of the crates & untied the bike from the van pushing it into the garage as Rosita took the vehicle back to the front. After you park up and grab the basket you head towards the house with a shit eating grin nothing could kill the mood you’re currently in “what’s got you so smiley scout?” Carol says giving you a kind smile “found us a little somethin somethin I think you’ll be happy after you see what I got in here” she chuckles “as long as it’s nothing gross or scary” shaking your head you sit next to her and peel up just a bit of the material so she can peek inside she tilts her head trying to get a better look that’s when all the wrappers catch her eye “holy shit that’s a lot of chocolate” you laugh “sure is and if anyone can make something amazing out of it I know it’s you plus us girls can have a small stash for when we’re cranky” “let’s take this inside before we get seen” you both go inside finding a nice cool dark cabinet to store it in. You hear the sound of boots walking across the floor causing you and Carol to jump up trying to look innocent but failing as Daryl stops making a confused face at the pair of you “why does it look like ya two are up ta somethin?” Carol trying to play it cool “we’re not up to anything nothing at all right scout?” “Yup nothing going on here just uh…” you grab a hand towel “just… cleaning the kitchen dusting ya know girl stuff?” You side eye Carol with a tight lipped smile trying hard not to laugh “yup just.. cleaning out the kitchen me and scout are gonna make sourdough bread tomorrow want to make sure everything is nice and clean so we can just get right to it” he looks at her then you then her again “alrigh?… I’m gonna go huntin I’ll probably be back tomorrow maybe day after” “okay be safe” Carol looks at him with a serious stare you just give him a see you later kind of nod not wanting to really say much about him leaving and how it’s currently bothering you that you don’t want him to go but you’re also feeling anger towards him maybe even frustration but you play it cool as always as he gears up and leaves the two of you standing there. Night falls quick and Carol went off to

Ricks so you decided to walk over the Aaron’s garage to tinker around with your new toy. Upon further inspection there really was only a few minor things to be done after changing the old brake line out for a new one fixing the carburetor and a few fuses before putting some ethanol into the gas tank pushing her outside to try and start her up. Opening the garage door fully you see the beautiful sunrise not realizing just how long you’ve been in there working on it shrugging your shoulders as you hop onto the seat to rev it up but something just isn’t r right yet. After about an hour of tinkering around you try again to finally hear the sound of the engine kick on purring like a kitten “fuck yeah!” Aaron walks outside with a coffee shaking his head chuckling at you “I see you got it up and running pretty quickly” “oh yeah my best friends father was a mechanic taught me everything he knows and I like having a project to mess with keeps my mind busy” nodding at you he checks out your work “nice sounds pretty good too” feeling quite proud of yourself you decided to treat yourself to an early morning ride heading towards the gate as Glenn sees you pulling up “sweet ride” smiling at you “thanks just needed a little love is all I might paint it too we’ll see” you shrug “well be careful out there & come back in one piece” he says jokingly you laugh shaking your head as he pulls it open to let you out. You whiz past him desperate for the feeling of the wind through your hair oh how you’ve missed the sense of freedom that comes with riding like nothing in the world could touch you. When you were a kid you were gifted nonno’s old Harley it was beyond repair when you first got it but over the course of three years you had it up and running your father hated it and would try and take the keys to it hiding it during one of his drunken rages but after awhile you learned to keep them hidden from him putting them under a planter in the front yard whenever you could escape his fists or harsh words or the nights he’d throw thing’s blaming you for all that’s gone wrong in his life. The smell of damp leaves and grass as you take a deep breath in basking in the warmth the sun gave. Not all to sure where you’re going and at the moment you really don’t care letting the wind take you wherever she intended taking note of any new place to scavenge in later and let the others know. You’ve been riding for about an hour when you spot a stream deciding it’d be a good place to park up behind a big oak tree to see if there were any fish to catch taking your spear off your back heading towards the water tips of your boots just touching the water taking your time letting them come to you *whack* you get your first one “Ha got ya bitch!” Pulling it off tying it to some twine you keep in your bag heading back to the water peering over seeing a much larger one slowly making its way closer to you as you adjust your arm *whack* “booya fucker!”

You laugh yet again tying up another just as your about to head back to look for another you hear a distant gun shot peeking your interest making you look in its direction leaving everything but your weapons you run towards the sound hearing a second shot whizzing past the trees you skid down a hill covered in dead leaves only to find Daryl surrounded by a small crowd of walkers “shit” you take off towards him with your spear not wasting a second stabbing the first one in its head kicking it off your spear before hip checking another one over stomping in its head one grabs your arms and you turn so fast you give yourself whiplash stabbing it through the chin directly into its brain it’s now that Daryl notices you eyes wide as one goes for you from the side you’re not looking “scout left” you whip around stabbing it with one of your knives he’s out of arrows and bullets you see that now as hes taking out what he can with his barehands you make your way to his back handing him one of your knives he readies his arm next to his face both of you in a fight stance back to back with about 7 walkers circling in “on go ya hear me?!” Daryl asks “yeah I hear ya”

“ready now!!” You fight with all you’ve got getting two for one with your knife and spear before throwing it directly into the biggest ones head and the fourth one grabs at you causing you to fall over with it and this is the most disgusting one you’ve seen yet it was definitely in the water for quite awhile beings how bloated it was the smell alone was enough to kill any small animal your knife fell so now you’re fighting it off “fuck scout!!” Daryl’s killing his last two “hey over here ya fat piece of shit!!” It’s enough to distract it from trying to eat you for the time being giving you enough time to grab a large rock bashing in it’s head painting your whole upper half in blood before you know it your being lifted up and pulled away “alrigh’ I got ya girl it’s gonna be alrigh’” you didn’t even realize you’re completely out of it at the moment never being that close to dying before by the hands of one of those monsters has you in a state of shock Daryl crouches down in front of you at eye level finger under your chin inspecting you for any injuries before sitting down in front of you resting a hand on your shoulder “you alrigh? It’s okay not to be sometimes jus promise not to do tha when we gotta fight them bastards” you look up at him for the first time letting tears pass your cheeks before hiding your face from him “thank you” you murmur but loud enough to where he heard you “its no problem” he shrugs “what ya doin out here by yerself anyhow?” You pull your knees to your chest “I just wanted to take a ride and stopped to go fishing and heard shots figured it was one of our people came to check” shaking his head “ya gotta be more careful woman what if it wasn’t one of us?” “Me more careful you almost became lunch if not for me” “I saved yer ass too!” He gruffs you scoff “I didn’t say you didn’t but notice how I’m the only one who said thank you?.. you know what fuck this I’m outta here” you push up from where you sit and start to walk away “wait!” “What?!” Silence falls over the both of you “I’m sorry” he says above a whisper “sorry.. can’t hear you” you heard him but wanna make him say it louder just out of spite “I said I’m sorry an…. Thank ya fer… bein there I ain’t used to many people given a shit” he shrugs “it’s whatever” you roll your eyes turning back around “wait where ya goin?” You let out a loud sigh before looking at him over your shoulder “to my bike to go fishing need to clear my head” “mind if I… mind if I come with ya?” You think for a moment “sure hurry up I don’t want my shit getting stolen or something” he snatches up the arrows he couldn’t get to before and hands you your spear before you duck under a large branch heading back in the direction you came from “so uh.. you ride too huh?” You laugh under your breath a bit “um yeah.. I’ve been riding since I was a kid” “thas pretty cool” “I guess” you shrug making it back to your spot cleaning off your spear with some vodka you have in your bag and a clean rag making your way over to the water to go see if there’s any catch left before it starts getting too late “wait.. you ain’t go no fishin line?” You chuckle waving your spear back and forth “don’t need it” you looks at you with a puzzled expression “ain’ no way in hell you catchin shit with tha” he starts to laugh “oh yeah well there’s two by that tree already & I’m fixing to get a few more so watch me smart ass” you arch your brow at him smirk & walk to the water toeing into the water taking your time seeing a few just out of reach waiting patiently for them to come to you Daryl curiously coming towards where you are but not in the water as to not disturb what you’re doing he thinks you’re gonna fall in but he’s about to find out what you’re really made of. They start slowly swimming over near a large rock big enough for your small feet fo stand on so you take the opportunity being extra cautious not to spook them *whack* “no fuckin way!” Daryl looks at you with surprise but amusement on his face you laugh getting back over enough to toss it to him to tie with the others *whack*

Before he’s even really near the tree you got the last two beings they weren’t as big Daryl’s head snaps in your direction & the fucker smiles and starts laughing at you shaking his head “yer bat shit but that was fuckin awesome” walking over not caring to wet your boots you take the last two off shrugging “not a big deal” “ha! Ma ass I ain’ never seen a man do tha let alone a woman no offense” your laughing at him “see smart ass you just can’t help yourself” shaking your head “hey I ain’ say it was bad” smirking at you & it totally feels like he’s checking you out so you roll your eyes & grab your gear “grab them fish Dixon & let’s get the hell home before dark so I can clean these” he grabs his stuff & the fish “I walked here..” “I know that goofball I’m giving you a ride back” he looks at you funny “uh uh I ain ridin bitch” “my bike my rules I bet you wouldn’t let me ride your bike unless I road bitch so quit your bitchin & get in the bitch seat fucker” he huffs throwing his bow over his shoulder getting on the back you feel his hands tense flat palm against your hips “uh Daryl if you don’t hold on you’re gonna fall off” you feel his shaky palms try and find a comfortable spot finally calming enough you start your bike & head off down the road. It’s a few minutes into riding you finally feel him fully relaxed leaning his chest against your back feeling his muscles not that you were complaining. You smile to yourself feeling the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. There’s just something about him you feel like you’re magnetically drawn to him by spirit. Your cheeks hurting from the smile plastered on your face can’t remember the last time you smiled this much. Soon you feel his thumbs caressing your sides tickling your ribs now you’re blushing and you know it because you feel extremely hot in the face right now regardless to the chilled wind that’s currently hitting you in the face. You wish this ride didn’t have to end so soon having the feeling of him this close & having him hop off and walk away missing that closeness his body warmth the way for some reason you felt so safe around him and he makes your heart race. Those crystal blue eyes drawling you in like a moth to a flame. You just wish you had to the balls to tell him wished you didn’t feel deformed or hideous. Just because you have a pretty face but underneath is a nightmare of hells past a daily reminder who would love something so awful looking. Your dreams of the little house on the prairie life faded to black buried deep within your heart it’s also where the brave little girl you were hides & only comes out on occasion. Dragging your feet away from your bike head hung low you go try to find a spot to just be live blank out or let it out whatever may happen when you get there….

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28 DAYS: CHAPTER EIGHT

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given a choice to go to rehab for 28 days or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Chapter warnings/tags: mentions of sex with a minor (Meg's dad)

Words in this chapter: 4,100

Author’s notes: you might recognize a few nuggets (per Stuie) from SPN here.

After this, there are two more chapters and an epilogue.

Many thanks to @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunker for pre-reads and for being my friends.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

“So...” Meg exhales the first drag of her post-dinner cigarette. “How’d it go?”

Dean exhales his own with his eyes closed then drops his head to stretch his neck before finally answering. “She’s comin’ on Friday.”

Meg blinks through the smoke. “Wow. That’s... fast. You OK?” She takes another long drag, watching him closely.

“She’s my baby girl.” Dean stares at the glowing cherry before taking a quick drag and blowing it out. “‘Til 10 months ago, she thought the sun shined out my ass. Now she knows a little more about my ass than I wish she did.”

Meg furrows her brow in question.

“She walked in on me and some friends. In my bedroom. With a side of coke.”

Meg narrows her eyes as she takes another draw from her cigarette. She’s quiet for a moment before she tells him a brief story.

“When I was 13, I walked in on my dad on the couch with my best friend. She was also 13, mind you.” 

She sighs and shakes her head when Dean reaches to place a gentle hand on her knee, mirroring her furrowed expression from earlier. She drops her palms over his hand and squeezes with a watery smile then clears her throat. 

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg with Travis Masters, lemme tell ya!” She chuckles, looking up at the night sky as she takes her last drag, holding Dean’s hand in hers. On her exhales, she continues with her point.

“Anyway... I still loved him.” She flicks her smoldering butt into the bucket of sand at their feet before looking back up at Dean. “He’s still my daddy. And he never even tried to make things right.” 

Dean flips his hand under hers to squeeze her back, letting the ash at the end of his smoke grow. “I don’t wanna be the reason she takes her first drink or goes home with some fucking asshole, who—”

“Hey.” Meg stops him, leaning in to snag his cigarette and suck the last millimeter of life out of it before dropping it in the bucket with hers. “We’ll never know why we make the choices we make — not entirely — but you’re doing the right thing right now, Dean.”

Dean swallows and nods, hoping what she’s saying is true.

“But you’re right. She is your baby girl. You’re always gonna be her hero. If somewhere down the line she slips and gets hurt, you’ll be there to pick her up, no matter what caused it.”

Dean draws a shaky breath and nods, squeezing her hand tighter.

“She’s just hurt and scared. That’s all. And that scares you.”

Dean nods more vigorously. “I don’t want her to be scared — ‘specially not of me.” 

“Right. So you’re gonna fix it.”

Dean sniffles then sits up straight, drawing a deep breath as he slowly pulls his hand from her grasp. “I’m just afraid it can’t be fixed, ya know?”

Meg nods, sitting back as well. “I’ve never met her, but I know how you make me feel — and everybody else in this joint — I know that she knows you love her, and I’ll bet that she’s as good a person as her Daddy.”

Dean smirks, feeling his cheeks heat, making him drop his gaze sideways.

“Hey, I’m only telling you all this now because you’re terrified she’s gonna walk in here and tell you she never wants to see you again, but, Dean... she wouldn’t be coming if that was the case. She can’t, and won’t, stay away forever.”

“Thanks, Meg.” Dean looks up and holds her gaze for a few beats.

He wonders, not for the first time, what if they’d met in another time and place, would they be something other or more than what they are to each other now? He knows he cares for her and knows he will do his level best to have her back, even after they get out of this place. But there’s an unspoken rule between this version of them; they’ll never be other or more in this lifetime.

“We’ll all be there for you,” Meg assures him as she slides from atop their established perch on the deck. “We’ll be right beside you.”

Dean steps in to pull her into a hug, but her gaze is snagged toward the reception area. “Well, except, maybe not him.”

Dean turns toward the windows to see Crowley slithering through the front doors. 

“Huh. Little creep didn’t even make it 48 hours.” He slides his hands into his pockets and tilts back onto his heels.

Meg sidles next to him as they watch the bruised and disheveled Scotsman check in with Missouri. “Three outta ten, Dean.”

Dean nods and drapes an arm around her shoulder. “Two point one.”

“So... hypothetically,” Gabe waves his hands around like he’s doing an impression of Mickey Mouse as the sorcerer’s apprentice. “Let’s say one of us—”

“Two point one,” Rowena murmurs from his side.

Gabe nods. “Let’s say two or more of us get outta here and make it.”

Cain slowly nods and blinks until his head tiredly finds its way to his shoulder. Dean continues to be amazed at Cain’s patience and grace with this group of morons, of which Dean isn’t the least problematic. 

“When can we, ya know, date?” Gabe folds and settles his hands in his lap, and Rowena pats him on the shoulder. 

Crowley rolls his blackened, swollen, and bloodshot eyes, and Cain arches a brow.

“The two of you?” Cain asks.

“Hypothetically!” Gabe pitches forward in his seat, hands open in surrender. “And I’m just asking like what’s a healthy time, ya know, to marinate on the outside in our sobriety so we know we’re good and ready?”

Cain sighs. “What we tell everyone when they leave is — number one, 90 meetings in 90 days.” 

He glances around their circle — Crowley is slumped and grumbling beside Rowena; Jack is quiet and laser-focused; Pamela is knitting a beanie for one of her boys as she watches and listens; and Meg and Dean are similarly sprawled and fidgeting in the uncomfortable chairs, simultaneously amused and bored by Gabe’s antics. 

“Number two,” Cain continues. “Get yourself a plant. If the plant is still alive after a year...” He shrugs. “Get a pet. If after two years, both the plant and pet are still alive? Then you’re ready to date.”

“Two years?!” Rowena shrieks.

Pamela snorts a laugh but doesn’t miss a weft as Crowley appears to fall asleep, Dean and Meg roll their eyes at each other, and Jack looks absolutely lost. 

Gabe pats Rowena’s hand and nods in reassurance. “But what if, hypothetically, we know the person already?”

Cain nods and blinks to the other shoulder this time.

“Do we just ignore that person for two years?”

“Gabriel.” Cain blinks. “We need to refocus on today’s topic.”

“Right.” Crowley grunts from across the circle. “Dean’s daughter’s visit.”

Dean’s surprised, not only because he genuinely thought Crowley had passed out 10 minutes ago, but also because there’s not even the slightest trace of malice in his tone.

Regardless, he’s on high alert and suddenly jittery now that they’re discussing the plans for the weekend.

“Yes,” Cain echoes. “Emma arrives Friday for the weekend. She and Lydia will spend the first day with Billie and the second with Billie and me.”

“Lydia?” Meg mutters to Dean, and he nods.

“Her mom,” Dean quietly answers.

Emma’s only 16, but she did have the choice to bring her mother into the sessions or not. He and Lydia didn’t work out, but she’s a good mother and a good person. Dean thinks Emma’s choice to bring her along was best for her.

“But make no mistake,” Cain briefly turns his attention to Meg. “These sessions are for Dean and Emma's healing; no one else.”

The plans are all similar to what they experienced when Pamela’s boys visited. Emma and Lydia are staying close by, so they will be welcome to dine in the cafeteria and spend as much extra time on-site as they wish.  

“Pamela,” Cain prompts and Pamela sets her knitting aside. “You and your boys did an incredible job. Do you have any input for Dean?”

Pamela nods and takes a deep breath before looking Dean in the eyes. “Be honest.”

Dean nods.

“Remember she’s just a kid.”

Dean’s heart lurches and skips.

“And don’t be defensive.”

“OK.” Dean smiles. “Thanks, PB.”

Pamela smiles back and winks as she resumes her knitting.

“Good, OK,” Cain says. “Now, remember, just as with Pamela’s group, not all of you are required to attend, but please let me know if you are abstaining and for what reason. Any questions?”

Jack’s hand shoots into the air, and he almost takes flight with eagerness. “Yes, Jack?”

“May I say something? About Dean’s daughter’s visit.”

Dean shifts in his seat and tries to calm his nerves and heart rate.

“Of course you may, Jack.”

Jack nods then resituates in his seat to focus on Dean. “Dean. I hope you know what a good person you are. You’re kind and strong, and you make people feel safe. Your daughter’s visit—”

“Emma,” Dean murmurs. 

Jack nods again. “Emma’s visit will probably be emotional and anxiety-inducing. You’re bound to think that you’re a bad person or that people are judging you, so I want to remind you now that we all believe in you. And I’m certain Emma does as well.”

Dean blinks. 

Shock is a medical state for which Dean has been trained, certified, and re-trained to treat. It’s when, for whatever reason, your body doesn’t have enough blood circulating throughout. If Dean didn’t know better, he’d think Jack’s monologue sent him into shock.

Meg nudges him, mumbling something terse.

“Uhh... thank you. Jack. Thank you.” Dean nods, catching his breath and trying to find a comfortable position in his seat as Jack nods and smiles, satisfied and scooting back into his own.

Crowley dramatically clears his throat as he lazily lifts his hand. “I will... I’d like to echo much of what Jack has said.”

“I thought you hated me.” Dean arches a brow.

“No one hates you as much as you do — believe me, I’ve tried.”

Rowena coos and runs a hand down Crowley’s arm.

“Truth is, you are a good man,” Crowley continues. “Your daughter knows it better than we do, I’d venture to guess. Remember that.”

Dean peeks at Meg, and she tilts her head with an I-told-you-so shrug.

“You got this, Sparky.” Gabe gives Dean a thumbs-up, and he chuckles, returning the thumbs-up.

“Oh, Dean...” Rowena begins. “Just... don’t let your darker thoughts get the better of you. Rise above!” 

Dean bobs his head looking around the circle at his new friends. “Thank you. All of you. I appreciate it.”

“OK, everybody — same time tomorrow. Let’s break.”

The week lurches and stalls like a tortuous loop of time. Dean’s scared and anxious, but he also wants so badly to hold his little girl in his arms again that his heart aches with its every beat. 

Dinner on Thursday feels like a manifestation of a thousand-yard stare. His skin itches with a jonesing he hasn’t felt in days for a single Valium or the tiniest drag off a joint because he knows he isn’t going to be able to sleep at all tonight. 

“You eat like a bird, it’s so bizarre,” Meg mutters, nabbing the dinner roll from Dean’s tray to tear it open and slather it with butter. “You’re like,” she rips a piece of the buttered bread with her teeth and chews, talking with her mouth full. “All tall and broad-shouldered and solid as a wall, and I’ve seen you eat like, what?” 

Meg gestures to Pamela. 

“Like a banana and two beans all week,” Pamela replies with an arch of her brow, stabbing what’s left of Dean’s chicken breast and dropping it to her own tray.

“A banana and two beans! Right,” Meg agrees. “And not just this week, you never eat. What’s that about?”

Meg and Pamela stare at him as they chew their own food and his.

“Honestly?”

The women nod encouragingly.

“I dunno.” Dean shrugs. 

No one in his entire life has ever told him that he eats like a bird. In fact, John used to call him an oinker when he was a kid, and he’s spent most of his adult life with a reputation for eating anything put in front of him.

“Wouldn’t you know it?” Pamela narrows her eyes. “The best-looking person in this place also doesn’t get the munchies and immediately gain 15 pounds like the rest of us. Jerk.”

“Exactly. Jerk.”

Dean shrugs again. “Just well-adjusted, I guess.”

Meg and Pamela snort and roll their eyes before Pamela throws a green bean at Dean.

Dean heads to his room after dinner. He tells Pamela and Meg that he wants to take a long, hot shower before bed to try and wind down. 

Pamela makes a joke about the ‘long, hot showers’ somehow figuring into his lack of munchies, as if cursory shower masturbation is a substitute for anything let alone the rush of cocaine and the sensational fucking feel of a warm body under and over you, sliding skin against skin.

Meg argues. “Bitch, I rub one out morning, noon, and night and I still can’t button my jeans.”

Dean groans. “OK, I’m outta here. See you two in the morning.”

“Hiking?”

“Yes.”

“OK, goodnight!”

“‘Night.”

Before Dean can make it to the stairs, Alex stops him. 

“Hey, Dean. Billie told me to make sure you get this before curfew.”

She hands him his cell phone. All he can do is stare at it.

“She thought you might want it for, I dunno, solitaire or something. You still have a couple of hours before Light Out.” Alex reasserts her offer.

Dean cautiously takes his phone.

He didn’t realize until that moment how liberating it had been not having his phone for the past two weeks. He holds it like it’s foreign or cursed. 

“Thanks, Alex.”.

“Welcome,” she replies with a smile. “Have a good night, and good luck this weekend.”

Dean smiles back before turning and heading toward the staircase. 

Alex isn’t much older than Emma. Dean can imagine how proud her parents must be of what a great kid and how smart and kind she is. 

When he gets to his room, Jack’s already in bed with his comics, candy, and stuffed animal. Dean pauses for a moment to watch Jack reading. His brow is lightly furrowed, and he’s absently stroking the soft fur of his gryphon. 

“What’s his name?” Dean asks, setting his phone on his chest of drawers.

Jack jolts and rapidly blinks before looking up at Dean with bleary eyes.

“What?” he asks.

Dean smiles, biting back his laughter. He doesn’t want Jack to think he’s laughing at him in a bad way. 

“Your uhh... friend there.” Dean motions toward the gryphon as he pulls his drawer open for pajama pants and a t-shirt.

“Oh.” Jack looks down at the toy like he’d forgotten it was there. “Her name is Dagon.”

Dean pauses his search for pajamas and then turns to the kid. “Ironic. Dagon. Like dragon without the R?” He arches a brow.

Jack blushes and buries his grin in the neck of his guardian. “And with fur.”

Dean chuckles and turns to retrieve his pajamas. “Hey, Jack, you wanna read me one of your stories? I could use a little somethin’ to get my mind off tomorrow.”

He pushes his drawer shut before turning back and finding Jack beaming at him. 

“Yes. I’d love to!”

Dean nods. “Great. I’m gonna go shower real quick. Pick a good one.”

As Dean makes his way to the bathroom, Jack scurries out from under his covers and calls after him. “I will!”

Jack is an animated storyteller. As he tells the stories more than he reads them to Dean, it becomes clear that he’s read these books dozens of times. He explains the characters’ motivations without judgment, portraying them all as complex and sympathetic.

Two hours later, when their lights are turned out and Dean is gently nodding off, Jack murmurs something so quietly that Dean isn’t sure he’s meant to hear it.

“You could be Batman, Dean. You’re a lot like him.”

If Jack didn’t treasure and portray the vigilante with such love and compassion, Dean might take offense. Instead, Jack’s comment fuels hours of cartoonish dreams of Dean fighting fantasy crime with Jack at his side.

Dean wakes up too early to go down for coffee, but he got almost a full eight hours of sleep for the first time in months.

He gets up to pee and wash his face. On his way back to bed, he notices his phone on top of his chest of drawers. He waits a beat before picking it up. When he finally does, he crawls back into bed and stares at the dark screen for almost a whole minute.

 He checks in with himself like Billie’s taught him to do.

He’s scared. He doesn’t know what he’ll see in his text logs if he chooses to look at them. He doesn’t know what voice messages might be in his inbox. He decides before he opens his phone that he’s not going to look at his texts or his voicemail. He can’t manage that thick, sticky layer of anxiety today. He needs to be at his best for Emma.

Dean finds a game to play until he can get dressed and go down to meet Meg and Pamela for their hike.

“Dean.”

His stomach donkey-kicks his heart, and he freezes at the sound of Lydia’s voice.

Meg peeks around him curiously, and her face brightens with a smile. She looks up at him as she reaches for his smoke. 

“She’s here,” she says, tossing his cigarette into the sand. “Go.”

Dean swallows and nods then takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair as he turns.

When he sees her, he exhales and can’t help but smile.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi, baby.” He sets his coffee aside.

“You look good, Dean,” Lydia says, watching Emma closely and keeping her distance. “Maybe a little thin, but... good.”

“Thanks.” Dean doesn’t take his eyes off his daughter as she idles at her mother’s side. He takes a step forward then another. Before he can take a third, Emma collides with him, wrapping her arms around his ribcage and burying her face in his chest.

“I missed you so much,” she whispers.

Dean’s eyes close as he wraps his arms around her and rests his cheek on the crown of her head. “Me too, baby. God, me too.”

He opens his eyes to see Lydia watching Emma with tears in her eyes. She looks up at him and tries to smile. Dean shakes his head.

“Thank you,” he says, and Lydia nods, reaching out to smooth a hand along his arm.

Friday and Saturday are long and grueling. At meal times, Emma and Lydia leave the campus. Lydia explains that they just need a little break, but Dean worries. Emma hugged him and told him she missed him, though. That brief interaction gets him through hours of trudging through memories of what a mess he made of his life in the past three years. 

When Sunday arrives, he’s exhausted and wound so tight he’s afraid he might snap. He asks Billie for some tools to calm himself. She reminds him to breathe and to focus on being the person he wants to be and who Emma needs him to be; not on the past. 

At noon, they gather in the group room. As they assemble their chairs in a circle with chairs for Dean and Emma inside, Emma won’t look at him.

“Hey,” Pamela appears at his side with a cup of water. “Drink this and breathe. You’re gonna be great.”

Dean accepts the water and slams it. “Thanks.”

She takes the empty cup with a nod then turns to leave him to his task.

Once everyone is settled and Cain has explained how everything will play out, he turns to Dean’s daughter.

“Emma, what do you want to tell your dad?”

Emma still won’t look Dean in the eye as she chews the inside of her lip. “That he hurt me.”

Dean shifts in his chair and rubs the heel of his palm down and up his thigh.

“Tell your dad, Emma.”

Emma’s chest convulses on a shaky inhale and she side-eyes Dean. She looks so tired and sad. 

“I shouldn’t have to make an appointment to see my dad.”

“OK. That sounds like anger, Emma.”

“Yeah,” she answers, and her voice cracks. She looks back at Dean. “I shouldn’t have to make sure you won’t be high and having a threesome in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon.”

Dean nods and licks his lips, blinking slowly as he drops his gaze to the floor. He agrees with her. She shouldn’t have to do that or see her fuck-up dad doing fucked up things.

“What else, Emma?” Cain prompts.

Emma draws another breath and squares her shoulders. She clears her throat and turns to fully face her dad. 

“That day...” Her lip trembles, and her eyes well with tears. “You were like an animal.” She shakes her head, and tears drop to her hands in her lap. “I didn’t recognize my dad that day.” 

Dean’s chest and jaw tighten painfully. In his line of sight, he sees Pamela’s hands wringing in her lap and Jack perched at the edge of his seat.

“Besides being hurt and angry, what else did you feel, Emma?”

“Scared,” she whispers, dropping her eyes.

Dean winces, squeezing his eyes shut and grinding his teeth.

“Of what, Emma? Tell your dad.”

“You weren’t you.”

Dean looks up again, wishing he could hold her and make it all go away. 

“You were...” Emma shakes her head. “Some fucked up, sex-crazed... lunatic. Not my dad. And I need you. I need you.”

Emma crumbles into sobs, and Dean pitches forward. Billie and Cain both told him he had to hear her out before speaking or acting in any way. He isn’t allowed to comfort her, and it’s killing him.

“OK. That was really good, Emma. Are you ready for your dad to talk now?”

Emma sniffles and nods, and Cain turns to Dean. 

“Dean, what do you want to say to Emma?”

He settles back in his chair.

He draws a deep breath and lets the tears spill, mirroring the little girl facing him. “I’m sorry, baby. I never wanted you to see me that way.”

Emma’s brow furrows, and she huffs a small sob, shaking her head. “Why... do you do that? Why do you wanna be like that?”

Dean stares at her for several breaths. He wants to apologize to her. He wants her to know that he never meant to hurt or scare her. He doesn’t know how to answer her question.

Finally, he shakes his head. “Sometimes I can’t be myself, Em.”

“But I need you,” she repeats her plea from before.

Dean swallows, tipping forward again. “I’m so sorry I hurt and scared you. I never want to hurt you, please... I need you to know that.”

“But you did,” she answers simply. “And if you don’t stop all that, you’ll do it again. Mom covered for you for so long. This needs to stop, I need my dad.”

Something about her tone of voice raises his hackles. “I’m still your dad, Em.” He reminds himself of Pamela’s advice.

“No,” Emma argues. “No, not like that! My dad’s strong and brave — he saves lives. He’s gentle and kind. He loves me—”

“I do love you, baby—” 

“Dean, Emma — let’s stay on track.”

Dean nods, turning back to face his daughter. “Em, honey, I love you. So much. And I wanna be good for you.”

“You are good for me. You help me feel unafraid to tell you anything, ask you anything. You make me stronger — that’s the reason I’m here today.”

All the lessons he’s learned from Billie, all of Meg’s observations, Jack's words, and even Crowley’s come rushing back to him. His daughter is begging him to be what he wants to be. It’s so simple. All he has to do is stop resisting so that he can be what she needs.

Dean hangs his head and cries, but he’s smiling. 

“... and I love you, too, Daddy. Everybody does. Don’t lose who you are because you’re afraid. I need you, Uncle Sammy needs you... these people need you to just be you.”

“Dean?” Cain calls to him. “Do you have anything else to add?”

 “OK.” He surrenders, bobbing his head as he raises it and wiping his tears. “You got me, baby.” 

Then Dean looks at Cain. “Can I hug my little girl now?”

Cain smiles and nods. “Yes.”

Emma is out of her chair just as Dean stands, meeting him with a shaking, sobbing embrace.

Chapter 9

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[pinkcaddyconfessions]

Anything for You, Darlin’

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 1, 513 words

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Elvis getting sentimental & emotional (it’s a good warning though),

Author’s Notes: hello everyone! I’m starting a tag list for this series! If you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, comment on this post! @mslizziesblog

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Chapter 14

September 16, 1977- 11:30AM

The ride to the Peabody Hotel seemed to take forever, but it didn’t. Elvis made sure that you, John, and baby Kennedy were alright the whole ride there. When you finally arrived, Elvis got out of the car first and then he opened the door for you. No matter how big he got in music or movies, he was always a true, southern gentleman.

The press conference wasn’t until 1PM, but Elvis wanted to make sure everything and everyone was ready to go, including you. He sent Jerry to get Mallory and Elvis Jr. from school so they could join in. While you two were waiting on the oldest two children to arrive, you and Elvis were in a private hotel room with John and Kennedy. John was sleeping away while you held Kennedy. While you were in the bedroom with your two youngest children. You could hear Elvis mumbling something to himself. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, but you could tell something was on his mind. You made sure both John and Kennedy were asleep before you walked out into the living room to check on your husband. His icy blue eyes were filled with worry and fear. You walked over to him.

“Elvis, is everything alright?”

“Yes Satnin, I’m ok. I’m just nervous that’s all”

“Babe, I can tell by the look in your eyes that it’s not nerves. What’s bothering you?” He turned around to see the true concern for him in his eyes. Elvis knew he couldn’t lie to you when it came to what was on his mind.

“(Y/N), I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m scared. I’m scared that they’re gonna ask me about what happened to you. I don’t wanna relive the day that I-I-I almost…. lost.. you…” Elvis couldn’t get anymore out before he started crying. You hugged him tight as the tears started to flow. You got him to sit down on the couch before the sobs came out. He clung on to you a child to a teddy bear. At first you didn’t know what to say, but you remembered something he said during the filming of the ‘68 comeback special: when things get too hard to say, sing. You softly began to sing to him.

“Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you…..”

His sobs slowly turned into sniffles as he focused on your voice

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can’t help falling in love with you?”

Elvis finally looked up at you. His blue eyes were still filled with tears. You ran your fingers through his jet black hair and kissed the tears away from his cheeks. He sat back up on the couch and took you into his lap so he could hold you.

“Satnin, thank you for alway being there… I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you baby girl.”

“I love you too babe.”

The two of you stayed in that spot until both of you heard crying. You know that it was Kennedy just from the sound of the cries.

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere babe.” You went to go get Kennedy and when you came back, Elvis was fully sitting up looking at you with a small smile on his face.

“There’s my little baby girl. How was your nap Kennedy?” He knew she couldn’t answer him, but it was so damn cute seeing him interact with her in every little way.

“I’d say she probably slept good, but she’s hungry so you know what that means.” You looked over at him with a smirk on your face.

“Doll, you know it doesn’t matter me. You gotta do what you gotta do.” Elvis smirked right back at you. He sat there with you while you fed Kennedy. Elvis always admired how quickly you fell into the role of being a mother. He loved seeing you tend to his babies. His ring clad hands ran down your arms to help support you until Kennedy needed burped.

“Give her to me darlin, I don’t want anything getting on your outfit now.” He softly picked her up and started to burp her. You swore that he was a freaking baby whisperer because it only took him a minute to burp Kennedy whereas sometimes it took you five. After he burped her, he cradled her back into his arms.

“I must say Satnin, we have made the prettiest babies this world had ever seen. I mean just look at her. She’s your twin baby doll, all the way down to her little nose.”

“Elvis how do you know that she has my nose? She’s only a month old babe.” You replied to him.

“Satnin, go get my wallet and I’ll show you.” You walked over to the nightstand to get his wallet. It was black and worn from the years of usage. “Baby do you remember the pictures you gave me before I left for the army? Well, I still have them, but one I always keep with me at all times to remind who my first baby girl was.”

You went through the pictures to the find the one he was talking about it. The picture was slightly torn around the edges but it was clear as day: it was of you as a little baby, no more than three months old. You gave him that picture before he left for Germany because he wanted pictures of you so he keep you close to his heart. You were shocked that he still had it after all these years.

“See right here doll it’s clear as day. Kennedy Grace has your little nose.” He said with pride.

“Elvis, after all of these years, you still have my baby picture? Why?”

“Satnin, that picture kept me going. It kept me going when I was in the Army. When I was making those silly movies. When I didn’t feel living anymore, it gave me hope. It reminded me the promise that I made myself years ago: to give that little girl in the picture the world.”

“Elvis, you have given me the world. You’ve made all my dreams come true. I love you Elvis Aaron Presley.” You kissed him on the lips and smiled at him. Just after that kiss, Jerry came through the door with Mallory and Elvis Jr. They both ran up to and jumped in your lap. Before long, it was for the whole Presley family to come out for the press conference. The six of you waited in the hallway leading up the main lobby while Steve Binder addressed the media first.

“First of all, Elvis and I want to thank everyone for coming out today. I also want to thank the Peabody Hotel for letting us use their beautiful facilities for this press conference.” Binder also announced the dates of the rescheduled tour, along with a few international dates. “Now, without farther a do, here’s the man you all are waiting for: Elvis come on out!”

Usually you would wait for Elvis to come get you after a few minutes into these press conferences, but this time, Elvis wanted you and the kids to come out with him. You and Elvis walked out with all four kids in tow. Like always, Elvis pulled out the chair for you and made sure you were comfortable. Elvis got himself situated and began to speak.

“Thank you everyone for coming out. I wanna thank Steve Binder for being the best manager I could ever ask for. Give him a round of applause.” The whole room applauded while Steve took a small bow. “Now, let’s begin with the questions.” You could tell he was nervous so you squeezed his hand under the table to let him know that you were here for him.

The usual questions about the tour and performing were asked. They asked how you were feeling and how recovery was going. Then Elvis proudly showed off the newest Presley, Kennedy Grace. No matter how many awards he won, his family was his greatest accomplishment in his life. The press conference lasted for about forty-five minutes and was a huge success. Elvis was beaming with excitement that he would get to perform in front of a live audience because let’s face it: singing and performing was always gonna be in his blood.

After you, Elvis, and the kids got loaded in the limousine to head home he gave you the biggest kiss on the mouth. Of course Mallory and Elvis Jr screamed “EWW” at the two of you but he didn’t care so he kissed you again. The ride home was filled with the giggles of your children and Elvis loving on you like there was no tomorrow. In many ways, he was still that same Elvis you met many years ago. Head over heels in love with you. You were his heaven on earth. His safe place.

[ruminate88]

What Are You Supposed To Do When You Adore People Who Can Not Love You Back? 🥺🥰

First off, my first “love” or “crush” was on a guy named Jesse… I loved him from the time I was 14 till I was 24!!!! I did big grand gestures for him, even made Jesse a whole cd of love songs that I wrote myself and recorded. That was June 2009 that I gave him that CD. 🥺❤️‍🩹 Jesse would notice me at times and either compliment me or say something funny/awkward but Jesse intimidated me soooo much!! I was afraid to be my true authentic self cuz I wanted to impress him… Ultimately, I watched Jesse date 3 girls and he married the 3rd one!! 💔❤️‍🩹 in January 2013, is when I saw Jesse meet his 3rd gf & I KNEW he was going to marry her. I saw him find “the one” and I understood I had to stop chasing him… Oh it hurt me so much and I became a lost ship out at sea. I had a bf when I 18 named Stewart but I always chose Jesse. Knowing Jesse couldn’t choose me back, caused me to lose myself. I wrote my 1st suicide note becuase I had invested SO MUCH into Jesse (10 years of chasing him)

2nd, 1 week after I wrote that suicide note in January of 2013, I met Cody. Cody talked me out of suicide and then lovebombed me. He instantly became the most special person to ever come in my life!!! I truly believed Cody spoke my language and felt the same way as me. We bonded so quick and deep but at the same time, I was sick to my stomach and couldn’t eat. I had the weirdest feeling I’ve ever felt. I thought I was “high on love” and believed that’s why I couldn’t eat… Cody randomly dumped me which not only shook me and confused me but shattered my dreams. I spent a summer crying over him and still writing love songs/heart break songs but then Cody came back, love bombed me again and then asked me to move in with him!!! I was soo over the moon ecstatic and happy. I adored Cody but I knew he had dated another girl over the summer and wasn’t sure if he had totally forgotten her. Eventually Cody ghosted me and I was a walking zombie after that. I was in total isolation and numb. I couldn’t feel my own heart beat 💔💔💔 I realized Cody didn’t love me but rather, he hated my guts!! (No one that loves me, can throw me away like that)

3rd, I met Andrew about 5 months after cody ghosted me and he was the 1st person/guy to make me feel something since Cody. SO now, Andrew is the most special person to me… we were together for over a year but the relationship was not stable and extremely one sided. I was deeply madly obsessed and head over heels for Andrew!! Oh wow I adored him more than my own breath or life. I was gonna give Andrew everything. I was prepared to worship at his feet and go to the edge of the earth with him. Wasn’t a second I didn’t stare at his photos or say his name just to hear it. I wouldn’t shut up about him and I wrote him love songs too. I would wake up SOOO excited to see his name and text on my screen. I would go to bed with visions in my head of myself holding him and kissing him to sleep. Omg I was HIS ADDICT!!! I realize now it was toxic and not true love but I thought back then it was. Andrew made me believe we were happy and falling together but it didn’t last long before he started pulling away/being cold towards me AND I was grappling. I was holding into to Andrew for all it was worth 💔💔💔💔 I cried so hard over him and I’ve never been able to stop thinking of him and when I hear a beautiful love song or sad heart break song, I still cry over Andrew 😭💔🥺❤️‍🩹

Over time, I realized NONE of these men can love me back the way I love them and they’re all forever in a special spot in my heart. I know there was times they “lead me on” or “lied to me” and that’s hurtful. That’s caused me great pain and sorrow. I believe both Andrew and Cody wore a mask to deceive me BUT I love soooo much I’ll never get over them. I’m trying to heal from them and forgive them but my love can’t die for them. I can’t trust them and I don’t want to disrupt their lives. I keep a distance and I stay away from them. Cody ghosted me and I had to block’s Andrew’s number but oh gosh. I want the best for those men. Even Jesse. I hope his wife is a good woman to him and take goood care of him. I pray these men are happy and healthy 🙏🏻 but I don’t think I’ll EVER get over them. 🥺❤️‍🩹

[mattsturnsq]

Mine || Matt x Reader

Summary - You tell Matt how you found out you found out your boyfriend , Luke has been cheating on you on your one year anniversary , and he tries to comfort you

Warnings - Petnames , use of y/n

Authors note - Hi friends , this is my first ever fanfic i made so its not the best, please give me ideas on other fanfics I should write ! Also, english isnt my first language sorry also theres a bit of use of y/n

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You woke up with the sun shining in your eyes , remembering its yours and Lukes one year anniversary . You wanted to do something special for him so you got up from your bed and went to the bathroom to start the shower. In the shower you were thinking on what to get for him .

While applying the shampoo on your hair you decided you were gonna get him flowers and a pair of shoes he always wanted

Once you got out of the shower , you applied your skincare and a few sprays of his favourite perfume you owned and went to your closet to pick out an outfit , you knew Luke’s favourite colour was blue so you picked out a blue crop top you bought last week and grey shorts and took your keys to head out. Once you got in your car you called Luke , no awnser , you called him again , no awnser .

You just assumed he was doing something special for you . You started your car and went to the flower shop thats not so far from your house. You knew his favourite flowers were roses so thats what you got him . Once you bought the flowers , you went and bought the shoes hes wanted forever . Once you bought the shoes and flowers you went to his house , he gave you the keys to his house when you recently began to date him so you entered secretly to surprise him , once you park your car on his driveway you entered the house .

The first thing you heared was Luke and a girls voice , like if she was laughing . You assume it’s his sister and went to his room, where he was . There you find him and not his sister, but some girl cuddled up in his bed kissing, once he saw you he immediately took his lips of the girl and looked at you in shock . “ Y/n … what are you doing here ? “ Luke asked you in a shaky tone “ Who the fuck is she ? Why were you kissing her ? “ You looked at him in a shocked way “ Babe , she’s just a friend I promise nothing else “ then the girl stood up and looked at him “ A friend ?? Is that all I am to you ?” Luke had no words to say except looking at you and the girl in a scared way “ During our one year anniversary , are you serious ?” Tears immediately started to form in your eyes and you went back to your car . You decide to call the first person you can think of, Matt , your best friend of 4 years . Once he answered you began to talk in a shaky voice.

“ M-Matt can I please come over .. ?” “ Yes of course , what’s wrong ? Are you okay “ “ I’ll tell you once I get to your house ..” once you ended the call you start the car and drove to his house , while you were driving Luke texted you a few times but you decided to ignore it. The drive to Matt’s house was about 10 minutes.

Once you got to his house, you got out of the car and knocked on his door. Once he opened the door he looked at you with a worried face “ Y/n , what’s wrong are you okay “ “ Luke cheated on me “ you said while walking in his house and taking your shoes off . “ What ?? How the fuck could he “ Matt always thought Luke wasent good for you “ I-I don’t know and today is our one year anniversary too .. “

“ I knew he wasent good enough for you . “ As you started to cry again , Matt opened his arms signaling you to cuddle in his arms .

Matts pov

I can’t believe for what Luke did to y/n , but now as she’s not with Luke anymore , should I confess to her how I loved her for 2 years ? I don’t know if I should because I’m scared if it will ruin our friendship “ Matt ? “ “ Yeah ? “ “ Thank you “

I looked at her a bit confused “ thank you for what ?” She looked at me and smiled while holding my hand gently “ Thank you for always being there for me Matt . “ I smiled at her , she looked so cute like this . I thought in my head , maybe I should finally confess to her . I will . “ Hey , y/n ?” She looked at me again “ yeah ? “ “ Uhm I need to tell you something” I was so scared and worried on telling her but I just had to . “ I like you .. and not as a friend but much more “

She looked at me and smiled while blushing a bit “ Wait really ? Matt .. I like you too “ I was in shock , I didn’t really think she would like me back “ Y/n .. would you like to be my girlfriend ?” “ YES Matt I would “ She looked at me in surprise , she was so cute like this

Y/ns pov

I can’t believe this, Matt really asked me to be his girlfriend ? Honestly , I loved matt much more then a friend but I tried to deny it as I was already dating Luka that time “ does this mean, I could call you mine ? “ Matt looked at me while brushing a piece of my hair behind my ears “ Yes Matt , I’m all yours “ We smiled at eachother and unexpectedly he kissed me on the lips , I loved this and kissed him back . I wish we could have this moment forever

“ I love you y/n “

“ I love you too , Matt “