#n get therapy

[meimeikyu]

sometimes i think ppl forget how fucked in the head geno is like. i see so many ppl make him soft boy or like really hating murder but. here to remind you all this man TRIED TO DESTROY HIS ENTIRE UNIVERSE. MULTIPLE TIMES. POSSIBLY HUNDREDS OF TIMES.

anyway him n dust should be friends

[hinamie]

august

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[toxiccaves]

Seems like these two are getting close!... Too close...

Epilogue:

[parasolladyansy]

BW Survival AU - lesson 3

“…It has been over 20 years since this winter has taken over our region after the dissenter had stolen the White Dragon & their fire, depriving us of our idyllic spring.”

King Natural Harmonia Gropius has always added this to the end of his weekly broadcast since the snow started to fall - even now, she didn’t think they sounded like his words so much as the one ruling in his shadow.

When she was younger, it was much harder not to believe those words. She’d agonize for months, years even. Even now, she’d have moments of chilling doubt. What if his words, - the very same ones the people bitterly repeat to themselves when she’d sneak into town - is the truth? For those words to be spoken from a place of authority, agreed by so many angry voices, it must be true…right?

That’s when Reshiram would gently remind her: “No. That is not who you are. That is not the Truth. That is who they need you to be for their lie to be reality.”

Lesson 3: Hold onto the truth & who you are. Always. No matter whose voice speaks over you.

—

Well, we had another snowstorm, so I got the day off (unlike poor Ikrit - his job is wild for being open). Perfect setting for drawing stuff for this AU. On another note, I’m happy to have found some connection to DxP REWRITE, even if it’s an alternate timeline for it. 🌨️

[tvgals]

sobs 🥹

modern! domestic! miguel! o’hara x black! fem! reader <3

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SCENARIO NO. 1

on your chest laid you and miguel’s beautiful daughter. you laughed airily and ask miguel if he wanted to hold her, why would he say no?

“here you go, my love.” you whisper, putting your fragile daughter in miguel’s broad hands. he wants to cry. he wants to sob and kiss her all over her chubby face. her hair in tufts everywhere, she’s the perfect mix of you two. “she’s so pretty.. ella es perfecta. ya la amo.” miguel coos bringing her up to his own chest. “thank you so much, mi amor.” “of course. you deserve it, baby.”

“mi perfecta esposa e hija. todo mío.” he whispers, kissing you on your forehead, oh so proud of you for bringing this beautiful light into his once dark world. t; “my perfect wife and daughter. all mine.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

your daughter’s bright eyes look at miguel’s, almost identical. he’s on the floor, practically three feet away from your daughter, trying to coax her over to his buff stature. “vamos, mamá. puedes hacerlo.” he says, eyes wide and his hands waving her over, his daughter laughing and drooling. miguel couldn’t help but laugh too. you jog down the stairs to see a picture perfect sight — your husband trying to get your one year old daughter to walk. “hey.” you say, looking at how concentrated your husband was, saying hi back and smiling. “cmon, gabby, cmon.” he waves. she sticks her tongue out and spits, blabbering nonsense. miguel chuckles, turning the tv on to watch the basketball game between the nets and celtics. leaning back on his hands, he’s immersed into the tv almost immediately, not forgetting about you or his daughter.

“weeee!” your daughter giggles, pushing herself off of her hands, wobbling on her chubby legs. miguel looks over and his eyes widen, a smile making his way onto his features. “¡bebé bebé! ¡Ven aquí!” miguel calls you into the living room. you rush in to see your daughter wobbling her way to her father, his arms wide open. once she makes it over, miguel engulfs her in a hug, kissing her on her forehead. “¡Estoy tan orgulloso! tan orgulloso!” t: “i’m so proud! so so proud!”

SCENARIO NO. 3

you didn’t know how to break the news to miguel. would he be mad? would he leave you? no no..he would never. right? this was your thought process while you were mashing the potatoes in a pot, lauryn hill’s low hums ringing throughout the kitchen. “hola hermosa.” says your husband, hugging your around your waist. “hi baby.” you mumble, a sigh leaves your lips.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “just thinking.” you respond. “about what? did something happen?” he inquires, pulling you closer to him. “well…yes. but nothing bad technically. maybe bad for you.” you tell your worried husband, you can feel his lips purse together. “tell me what’s wrong, te estoy suplicando.” he whines, not in a needy or helpless way, but more of a “please i need to know” way.

“i’ll tell you at the table.” you promise, putting a reassuring hand on his. he walks away and sits down in the living room, leaving you with your thoughts. almost an hour later, you announce to him the food is done, handing him his plate so he can eat. you sit down a while later after making your own plate and he looks up at you. “wanna tell me now?” he asks, putting his fork down. you take a deep breath and mutter. “impregnant.” it’s a slur of words he can’t comprehend, so he asks you; “what?” he chuckles at your nervousness.

“i’m pregnant, miguel.” you say, looking down at your food. there’s a beat of silence and you hear miguel sniff. you knew this was a bad idea. “¿en realidad?” he asks. “yes, i’m 100% serious miguel.” you promise, walking over to his side of the table. he brings you over and starts kissing your belly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “mi esposa tiene un bebe! ¡Un bebé perfecto y saludable!” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your stomach. you ruffle his hair and start crying yourself. this is the life you’ve always wanted.

[thatmooncake]

Therapy bots AU I’m making with @flinxypie where you have a lil accident at your job at the pizzaplex and early into your recovery they show up at your house to finish the job therapise you and it’s pure shenanigans and dreamscape misadventures from there onwards.

(A bit more AU info under the cut)

Sun used to work at the Fazbear theatre until it closed, then he was repurposed to work at the Superstar Daycare until it closed too. After spending a loooong time begging any human staff he could find to let him do something (anything) useful instead of just collecting dust, he was given this new job as a therapy bot - and it came with a few neat upgrades too. But of course that meant having to pretend he knew what he was doing. And of course that meant having to pretend that Fazbear Entertainment had good intentions. And of course that meant Moon was coming with him too.

Moon used to be Sun’s partner in crime at the theatre, performing onstage with him every day until one day he just …switched off and wouldn’t respond. He was always a little glitchy, and there was a reason for that. With no body to call his own, Moon took to the dreamscape, where he was used to conduct dream experiments of the soul-trapping kind in secret. Now he’s back in his body, and he’s struggling to adapt to the world around him (especially during the day), but in the dreamscape he knows all sorts of (bad) therapy concepts he can introduce you (and Sun) to, and he may find yet another willing participant to drag into dreamland with him.

Plot points that come up include:

- The time you went out for a walk and Moon buried himself under a pile of leaves because it was sunny outside and you never found out where Sun picked up that potted plant from but he showed it to you anyway because he thought it’d make you smile

- The time Sun thought he was taking you to the beach but it was actually just one of those pop up places they put in towns but at least social anxiety is slightly easier or at least more amusing when you’ve got a robot friend by your side who didn’t know it wasn’t the real beach

- The time Moon almost got you to sleep so he could take you to the land of dreams but then there was a gotdang cricket chirping in the room because bearded dragons gotta eat

- The time you went to the dreamscape and fused with Sun and Moon and having their thoughts in your head was weird

And much much more (probably)!

[lebbys-world]

I was wondering if request based of the manga base on chapters 365 -406 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga /anime instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits blow for him when fighting shigaraki crushing reader arm and taking major brutal blow to chest to protect bakugou and since reader she cares about him aslo maybe reader quirk could be like somewhat similar to scarlet witch mcu or raven from teen titans but whichever you prefer maybe when fighting Shigaraki since reader was using her quirk to full strength potential maybe her powers it started corrupted her due over usage making Shigaraki have the upper hand i hope this makes sense can the ending have fluff and angst type fic if this ok i hope this requests is ok makes sense if uncomfortable with i can definitely change it

To Be a Hero

Bakugo x gn!reader; mentions of injury, battle, self-sacrifice, self-deprecation/insecurities, end of the war arc, angst to comfort

notes: thank you sm for the request, and thanks sm for your patience !! everything has been crazy rn for me because of college. i love bakugos character sm, especially just his development, so i hope this does him a bit of justice.

You’d never felt the world sting so harshly before.

The very air around you tore at your skin, debris scattered around, making quick lacerations. 

You’d come into this battle no more than an ambitious child, striving to save those you could.

But now?

You’d seen more blood than you’d ever thought you would.

The smell of death was burned into your very existence. 

It made you nauseous.

You just wanted this all to be over.

Yet, here you stood, center of the battlefield, watching as Shigaraki tore to pieces the life you once loved.

For the first time in years, you didn’t feel like a hero.

Your body stood frozen, watching as those around you fought with everything they had.

Why can’t I help them? You beg of yourself.

Those you love are risking their lives- losing their lives.

But your body has had enough.

Too much has poured out from every aching wound on your body.

Your head pounds, both reminding you of the physical pain and your mental inability to process the situation at hand.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be a hero, after all.

Above, an array of light drew your eyes.

You see Bakugo, battered, bloodied- the damn bastard barely even able to stand.

He’s flying through the air, putting himself straight in the middle of the action.

He was always that way.

You admired that about him- his sense of selflessness when it really mattered.

He wanted to be the best, and he sure had a chance at it.

Yet, you realize what’s happening before you even can properly see it.

He’s diving in, head-first, straight towards the same Shigaraki that killed so many of the Pro-Heros. 

He may want to be the best, but he isn't the best yet.

That same selflessness you loved was the selflessness that was going to get him killed.

He wasn’t going to land the shot. 

You lurched off the ground, your feet moving without you even telling them to.

You positioned yourself perfectly, feeling the impact hit you like a warm embrace.

You smile to yourself:

Now, they’ve got another chance.

The world spun for a moment, as your hearing dulled. 

That crash onto the ground must’ve really taken a toll on you.

Either that, or, maybe the gaping hole in your chest.

You gaze into the blurry sky, letting the gray clouds turn black in your vision.

From a distance, you think you can hear a familiar voice screaming your name.

The world goes away before you put a name to that familiarity.

. . .

You awake to the sound of patterned beeps, the scent of sterilizing products hitting your nose quickly after.

As you open your eyes, the bright, fluorescent light forces you to close them again, hesitantly getting yourself out of your slumber. 

The rustling of your sheets alerted the blonde sitting in the chair beside you, urging him to get up at once.

He looked at you gently, as though you were more fragile than glass.

The guilt he felt practically ran through him.

Why did you step in like that, Y/N.

They barely kept you alive on the battlefield.

And every surgery you’d had kept him on edge.

He’d lost so much, already.

He couldn’t lose you, too.

You opened your eyes enough to glance at the face in front of you, mumbling the familiar name:

“...Katsuki?”

“Oi, looks like someone’s finally awake.” 

His usual demeanor seemed softer, almost as if he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

“..where are we?”

“-hospital. You’ve been in here since you pulled that stupid stunt of yours.”

You looked at him silently, processing the fact that you even made it out of that alive.

Last you recall, the world had fallen dark.

You’d really accepted dying in that moment.

Yet, God had other plans it seems, since here you were, alive and, mostly, well.

You couldn’t quite believe it, but seeing the boy in front of you, you were grateful.

“Snap out of it” Bakugo hissed at you, rolling his eyes. 

He thought to himself for a moment, before putting his head in his hands.

“Damn it, Y/N, don’t do that ever again.”

“...do what?” You respond, still in a daze.

"..."

“Trying to get yourself killed like that.” 

You looked at him, as you took in his words,

“Don't step in the way for me, you idiot. It might get ya hurt, or worse, don’tcha see?”

“I didn’t try to.” You explained, slightly shifting in your hospital bed to fully face him.

His demeanor had changed from his usual self, and was instead filled with disdain. 

He’d be tearing himself apart over this - that much, you figured.

“My feet ‘moved on their own’” you smiled, repeating the words so often uttered around class.

He scoffed, shaking his head, before putting your hand in his. 

He smiled at you wholly, 

“I guess that makes you a real hero then, huh?”

"..."

“I guess so.”

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[bdemotes]

uhh uh uhm uhhhh

For s2 (early) celebrations can u make Adam??

Plspls it'll b cool :3

yuh !!1!

and uhhhh ones with blood underneath the cut lol

[rambunctioustoons]

"It's funny. Laugh."

[naffeclipse]

There's a question. If Y/N was already an orca siren and Eclipse came across them, how much of a disconnect would there be presuming Y/N was part of a healthy pod and Eclipse lived alone?

An orca siren Y/N would quickly gather that Eclipse has not been raised with a pod because he lacks significant proper socialization that is taught from living with others. You would take great pity on him and immediately invite him to yours. It's rather small but you're sure Vanessa and Michael wouldn't mind (they very much do).

Eclipse doesn't want to join Y/N's pod, he wants to make his own. He coaxes you into coming with him and immediately begins trying to court you but you rebuff his attempts to take you away. He's very aggressive and possessive which you think is a very terrible coping mechanism due to his isolation. You really want to help him because no orca siren should be alone! That goes against their nature! It's not healthy and it's not safe!

It amazes you that he is still alone considering that Eclipse is rather striking and impressive. You will allow him to court you since you find him attractive, but you firmly set boundaries with Eclipse. He can't grab you out of nowhere. He can't demand you go somewhere with him. He can't intimidate you or else you will swim away from him and make him wait until tomorrow to see you again. It stings Eclipse's pride to hear 'no' over and over, and he grows fearful that you're going to leave when you keep telling him that he's not being nice, but it does spur him to become mindful and aware of your comforts and wants and needs. It's slow progress, but you start to see the beautiful side of Eclipse where he brings you food. He takes you to a lovely place to watch the stars and when he sings, your heart aches. He listens when you speak.

He's sweet. And Michael and Vanessa thought the feral siren was going to eat you.

[tadc-and-md-sideblog]

"With No One Left For Me"

first Murder Drones fic let's goooo BASED ON THE SCENE AFTER UZI TRIED TO SAVE N AND SACRIFICE HERSELF AND FOR A FEW MINUTES N PROBABLY WOULD'VE THOUGHT THAT HE JUST LOST LITERALLY EVERYONE :( happy ending tho obvs

AO3 version

“Hey. Thanks for, like, everything.”

The way she’d smiled so sadly at him.

“UZI, DON’T YOU DARE!” N had shouted, immediately understanding what she was going to do.

She’d done it anyway. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Uzi had always been a rebel, but that knowledge hadn’t made this particular instance hurt any less.

The image of her leaping over the massive pit, throwing the keys to the spaceship at him, flashing one last symbol across her visor— “DIE MAD” — before using her Solver to push him far away from the pit, straight out the door of the cathedral… was stuck behind his eyes.

Still lying flat on his back across the stone stairs outside, N stared up at the clouded sky in a hollow state of shock.

She’d always been a rebel.

Even in… death.

He shook his head and sat up, fighting to control his breathing. This couldn’t be the end. He couldn’t just believe that.

Because if he did… that would be it. He’d be alone. Completely.

V was gone. Even if he no longer had feelings for her, she was still his childhood best friend and he would’ve always cared deeply for her. But she was gone. Taken down by the Sentinels, like so many of the other Disassembly Drones.

He’d thought he had Tessa again, the closest thing he had to a mother figure. He’d made the hard choice to kill her when she’d gone too far in threatening and hurting Uzi. The Tessa he remembered would’ve never done that.

Except that hadn’t even been Tessa. Just her corpse, being puppeteered by someone that he’d once seen as a little sister. Someone who was now not at all his sister; someone who was now out to kill them all, just because she could.

And then there was Uzi.

The feelings that stirred whenever he’d been with her over the last couple weeks were familiar but strange, yet he’d embraced them. He didn’t know when it started. He just knew that being with her made things easier. Fun, even, in the midst of the horror world they’d been living in. Being with her brought an easy smile to his face. Watching her storm around in all her over-the-top edginess, only to soften and light up whenever she saw him, warmed him on the inside.

Everything had been scary and confusing, especially when “Tessa” had tried to tell him that they would have to kill Uzi, to protect the rest of the planet from her Solver virus. That had stirred a fear that he hadn’t been ready for. The fear of losing her in all this mess.

He'd refused to hurt her. He just couldn’t. She was too special to him. Too precious. There had to be a way to cure her.

But here they were. She’d saved him and sacrificed herself. For all he knew, she was gone. And he was alone.

Very. Very. Alone.

N stood up, wobbling a little on his feet, panting. He studied the open doors again, then gritted his teeth and extended his wings. With a quick burst of determination, desperation, vain hope, whatever it was, he started to launch himself back inside to find her—

Then everything exploded.

N didn’t know how else to describe what happened. Light split the floor all around him, and before he’d gotten a chance to process that, he was thrown far, far, far up into the sky with a surprised shriek as the air filled with a huge BOOM that quickly quieted the higher he got.

His sensors went offline for a few minutes, but when he’d regained awareness, he was floating in space. Surrounded by floating rocks. Enormous pieces of Copper 9 were hovering in a broken sphere around the exposed core.

Oh. The core had exploded again.

Just like Earth. Just like the other exoplanets.

Okay, then.

Still determined, still refusing to give up hope, N spread his wings again and started trying to swim his way through the space void. He would search through every bit of the floating wreckage if it meant finding Uzi again.

As far as he knew, she was the only one left that could possibly still be alive.

Fortunately, he came across “Tessa” and J’s spaceship first. Quickly he climbed inside, then let his programming take over as he started up the ship with the keys Uzi had tossed at him. She’d meant for him to use them to get away, definitely, but he would not leave without her.

As he expertly navigated the ship through the drifting wreckage, N kept a careful eye on the screens displaying what was around the outside the ship. Searching desperately for any glimpse of purple, or a Solver symbol that wasn’t yellow, anything.

Please still be here. Please still be alive. Please don’t leave me.

I need you.

Then, like a reply from the heavens, he saw her, and a huge smile spread across his face. She was sitting on a rock up ahead. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but she was alive; it was definitely her. He’d found her.

She was okay.

Everything else switched to tunnel vision as he excitedly sped up the ship, trying to catch up to her. The ship wouldn’t be able to slow down easily with the lack of air friction out here in space, so his best bet would be to just fly the ship straight into her. He could pull her inside afterwards. He knew she would be fine.

Uzi freaked out and threw a wrench at him initially, exclaiming that her mom had been back there, but when he apologized in a panic and started scrambling to turn the ship around, she simply stomped closer and threw her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder.

“You were supposed to get away,” she mumbled, almost in a pout, hugging him tighter. Her expression was out of sight, and he figured that was how she wanted it to be.

“Yeah—” N frowned for a moment, not genuinely angry, but still rattled from earlier. “I’m kind of, like, actually mad about what you did,” he informed her, crossing his arms. “But, we can talk lateeEEERRRR!”

His words were interrupted by a mad scramble to navigate the ship through more wreckage and debris without crashing, but the sentiment stood. Those minutes of being alone, thinking he could’ve been alone for the rest of his life, had been legitimately terrifying and painful.

But he’d never been so glad to have been wrong. Uzi was alive, and she was here with him. His life had been a terrifying spiral, especially in the past couple weeks as the truth about everything had slowly unfolded. He didn’t know what lay ahead, with Cyn trying to destroy everything. But he hadn’t lost everyone.

Uzi was the most precious person to him in his life. She was all he had left, but despite it all, she was more than enough.

Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together. Just like always.

[metiredlr]

WE SO WELL FED. WE EATING SO GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 BREAK TRIO SO IN LOVE 😭🙏🏽🙏🏽 LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TEAM ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽🏳️‍🌈☝🏽🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈☝🏽☝🏽🗣️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈☝🏽‼️🗣️‼️‼️🗣️☝🏽☝🏽🗣️🏳️‍🌈☝🏽🗣️☝🏽‼️

[numy-numnum]

I think Cortex and N. Tropy are divorcees who still booty call each other from time to time

[tvgals]

RYTHM AND BLUES

modern domestic! miguel o’hara x black! reader 🫶🏾

a/n - i have NOT watched the movie lol

probs ooc but it’s ok

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SCENARIO NO. 1

you wake up to the smell of eggs and bacon. a smile appears on your face. you know it’s your husband by the way he’s humming his favorite novela tune in his deep and oh so attractive voice. you slide your legs off the bed and stretch, sliding your feet into your slippers. you stand up and walk down the steps, also hearing the sweet giggles of you two’s sweet chubby cheeked daughter. “i can hear mami coming down the stairs!” miguel whispers to his daughter, shuffling somewhere downstairs. you make your way in the kitchen to see..no one?

“boo!” babbles your daughter, giggling as hard as she can. “ahh!” you fake scream, grabbing your daughter and blowing raspberries into her cheeks. “good morning, handsome.” you say to miguel, kissing his cheek. “good morning, hermosa.” he says right back, walking to the stove to pour the pancake batter onto the skillet. “smells good.” you compliment, putting your daughter in her high chair.

“thank you, cariño.” you sit down yourself and scroll through your instagram, liking photos here and then.

“all done. come eat.” you stand up and make a plate for you and your daughter, setting it on her high chair tray, kissing her on her forehead. “thank you, love.”

“anything for you.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

it’s just you and miguel in the kitchen dancing, your head on his chest and you two’s daughter at your mothers house. “you’re so beautiful.” miguel says, tilting your head up to face his beautiful deep brown eyes. “i can say the same about you…” you grin, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him on his plump lips.

“you’re so perfect. you gave me a beautiful daughter, a beautiful home, and a perfect you. you’re my world, amor.” he says, tears seem to well in his eyes. “are you about to cry?” you give a half chuckle, feeling as if you’re about to cry yourself.

“i know i know it’s just…i love you so much..how can i not cry when you’re so…perfect to me?” miguel picks you up and put you on the counter, putting his face in the crook of your neck. “i love you too. you’re so good to me. i’m glad to have you as my husband.” and with that, you two share a deep and meaningful kiss.

SCENARIO NO. 3

smut ahead (i couldnt resist)

you pant and moan as your husband laps at your cunt.

“shit..mig’ ,baby, slow down!” you groan, pulling his head deeper into your cunt. you can feel him pull away and you arch your back in neediness.

“dammit….so perfect.” miguel and you both perk up at the sounds of…crying. dammit. “i’ll go get her.” you say, rolling off of the bed and walk to the white and red framed nursery. “hey baby..” you coo to your daughter, putting her onto your chest. you can hear miguel walking into the nursery with you two, engulfing you two with his big and broad arms. “my two babies.” you smile, seeing your daughters loose curls splayed out everywhere.

“thank you miguel.”

“for what?” he asks, pressing kisses to your neck.

“for being a great dad.” you say, leaning your head back and kissing his cheek.

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Silly N doodles ✨️