#cloud is scared of spiders

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Here's another fact about Cloud! (or Underparadis! Sans) :D

He's scared of spiders now

(Cloud Sans/Underparadis Sans by me)

[speed-world]

Hello, im a fan of the self aware scenario you did with the coward y/n cookie, and I was wondering what their reactions would be of meeting the beast cookies

To be honest, you had no interest in going to Beast-Yeast, at all. After all, why would you? Whatever conflict the Ancients and other cookies had with each other didn’t concern you, not to mention that just the name - “Beast-Yeast” - already freaked you out.

If it weren’t for Pure Vanilla Cookie promising that your safety, due to the agreement between the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie, you would’ve stayed comfortably in the Cookie Kingdom far away from the other continent.

You wish you never listened to Pure Vanilla now, because this beast - Shadow Milk Cookie - immediately wanted to make you run far, far away.

The jester scared you with his sinister and maniacal behavior. If you had a fear of clowns before entering the cookie world, then you’d pass out the more his actions continued.

After seeing the mental turmoil Pure Vanilla was experiencing, the loss of Elder Faerie Cookie, Shadow Milk’s terrifying powers and his “plays” that were mockeries of all the adversaries of the Beasts—the color blue might be your most hated now.

Yeah, you’d be completely fine and dandy if you never saw a hint of Shadow Milk’s Cookie ever again

However, he couldn’t stand to think of this meeting being your last…

How were you convinced to go back to Beast-Yeast a second time?? Suppose you can be grateful for that promise with the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie.

You actually really liked the Ivory Pagoda. The atmosphere was so serene and otherworldly, and warmly inviting…or dangerously alluring.

The company of Dark Cacao Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Crunchy Chip Cookie, and the Cacao warriors made this trip a whole lot more comfortable and relaxing. However, their presence couldn’t make things better when you finally came face to face with the other Beast - Mystic Flour Cookie.

You thought the slow creepiness of Cloud Haetae Cookie would be the worst of your problems, but at least the story they told was directed to the Ancient instead of you.

The second you saw that spider pop out of that cocoon, your soul ascended to the crossroads. Your body went so pale that Dark Cacao thought you succumbed to the pale ailment.

You really couldn’t articulate how much Mystic Flour scared you. Shadow Milk was insane, but this?! She’s so uncaring, so unrelenting in her belief of apathy, is it too late to stay with Peach Blossom Cookie for the rest of this journey?

Let’s not even get started on that face. You hated any related horror stuff in the real world, and now you’re seeing that in front of your face!!

Yeah no, forget this. Awesome job on Dark Cacao awakening, time to get on the first airship outta this place.

As much as you wanted to be as far away from Mystic Flour Cookie as possible, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Stared at by a force that you couldn’t look back at, no matter how hard you tried….

Hell. To the freaking. NO

Naaaaaah Golden Cheese Cookie, she’s crazy if she thinks you’re going to accompany her to Beast-Yeast. Promise be damned, they clearly didn’t account for the mental pain that you’ve suffered through.

Smoked Cheese Cookie seemed dead serious on agreeing with you, but Golden Cheese wouldn’t take no for an answer. You decided to stick close to Smoked Cheese, because the Beast is only focused on Golden Cheese after all, right?

Had it not been for the presence of Golden Cheese and Smoked Cheese, you wouldn’t have even thought of coming to this place. It’s hotter than a truck engine in the summer, a lot of these Spice cookies are pretty hostile, and—Oh God the sandstorms are the crumbs of dead cookies?!?????!

And then, you met him-Burning Spice Cookie. He’s already scary to look at, so you just hid your face whenever you saw or heard him.

His power is also way too scary-he doesn’t care about any collateral damage caused, heck he probably loves if there’s more of it! Smoked Cheese spent his time making sure that not even a crumb of you were harmed during the fight of Golden Cheese and Burning Spice.

You weren’t sure what freaked you out more: Nutmeg Tiger Cookie’s unwavering devotion to such a being like Burning Spice, or the fact that Burning Spice Cookie does all that he does…for entertainment.

All the death, destruction, suffering he causes, everything, all for a cheap laugh?! Why-why again did you ever come here?!?

To make matters worse? Smoked Cheese and Golden Cheese were locked away in a cage. But you? No, Burning Spice didn’t want you in confinement.

He found it much more amusing to have you by his side, attached to his hip and sitting on his lap.

Your soul departs each time he speaks, your breath is taken away when he breaks something, because you’re scared that it might be you he breaks next. Seeing him be so casual and collected after crushing Cilantro Cobra Cookie in front of your face was what set you over the edge.

You were panicking, screaming, tossing around. You wanted to leave now, no ifs, ands, or buts. You can’t take this anymore and-…

He-he’s staring at you….he’s in the middle of his second round fight with Golden Cheese Cookie, and he’s staring. Right. At. You.

You were eternally grateful for Smoked Cheese Cookie being so understanding, and being so quick in trying to get you out of this God forsaken continent.

But even as you were getting away, you heard his laugh. You know Golden Cheese struck him down, but you heard his faint sinister laugh; virtually paralyzing you in place.

Please, for your sake, can you never come back to Beast-Yeast ever again?!?

…

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Where did this ticket come from?

[kaivenom]

Can you do OP dilfs get jumpscared by their s/o. Like they manage to actually jumpscare them. Whether a little or a lot or how they do it is up to you

One Piece Dilfs getting jumpscared by their s/o HCS

Characters: Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Smoker,Shanks.

A/N: lately, all you people are getting really creative with the requests and i am loving it.

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Dracule Mihawk

You were tired of being jumpscared by him, you already asked him to do some noise when he enters a room but he still doesn't do it.

So you were determined to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He came back from a trip so he would expect to be welcomed by you but it wasn't.

You even set some previous traps to mislead him, your strategy was perfect.

When you came from behind one of the warrior monkeys (yes, you had to do a make a deal with them, it was worth it) and you jumped around him.

He didn't yell nor make a sound, but he jumped and became paralized, his eyes were wide open with fear.

"Jajaja, i got you."

He turned around with his and on the heart and heavy breaths.

"Please, don't do that again."

"Now you know how it feels like."

Donquixote Doflamingo

He challenged you and you of course accepted.

You tried multiple times and failed eveyone of them.

"I am sorry for you darling."

"Yeah, i should take this as a defeat." you said while crawling to his lap.

"Yeah, you should..."

And then the last and desperate part of your plan finally succeed, you placed a big fake spider on his shoulder and he screamed while trying to take it off.

After he realized it was your fault, he started to laugh like a maniac.

"My god, you got me there, jajjaja, you managed to scare me..."

Suddently his laugh stopped and he approached you with a mischiveous smile.

"Now you will get your prize, or more like your punishment."

Sr. Crocodile

It was a prank that you decided to do while he was on the office, more like a little surprise.

You made the secretary move the box in which you were to Crocodile's office.

When you heard him enter you came out with a confetti gun, you wanted to be like those movie girls.

Instead he put his hand on his heart and started to say a lot of swear words, you never saw him like that.

"Out."

You couldn't argue and went out of his office, really sad.

A couple of minutes later he went to your side and maked a fuss to you, then he kissed you for trying to surprise him.

Smoker

He doesn't expect you to jumpscare him so it's really easy in fact.

You on your part, wanted to do scare him, no doubt about it.

Since he got a little bratty with you on work, you decided to get payback.

You set the vibe of the house, really creepy and dark, of course he isn't scared at first.

Then you decided to go on with the extreme part of it, the jumpscares.

A fake snake hanging on the door to mislead him and then you with a mask.

You appeared behind him and when he saw you, he yelled something between a scream and a yell and formed a smoke cloud around you.

"Son of a b... honey?" you were slamed against the wall and your whole body hurt.

"This happens to you for doing stupid and crazy ideas..." he exhaled, "i am so sorry for hitting you."

"At least we know your reflexes are on point." he kissed the pain away.

Akagami Shanks

You are in fact, really noiseless so when you two first moved in together, you tried to have than in mind.

Always knocking before entering or simplu doing noises with your foot to not scare anyone on the ship.

But after a week, you were on the cellar of the ship, doing some inventory, nothing to much.

Shanks entered, probably to open a bottle.

He started to wander around the shelves, you didn't notice his pressence at first.

Then you do, cause he is the noisy one, and went to meet him.

You thought that it would be cute to hug him from behind, but...

"Oh my god, a ghost on the ship!!!!" he got scared of your touch, jumped, screamed that and almost fainted.

You don't know how that happened since he had haki, but he almost had a hear attack and you felt really bad.

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fangs

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Summary: You see Miguel’s fangs for the first time. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fangs, very minimal self-doubt, cum in pants (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so if anything is incorrect im sorry 

‘Your package was delivered’

Your face brightens at the notification as you hop out of bed and rush to the front door. When you open it you’re met with the broad, muscular back of your boyfriend, Miguel O’Hara.

“Miggy?” You say with a laugh. “What are you doing out here? Oh my god, are you my package?!” You’re hunched over, laughing at your own joke as Miguel stands from his seated position, casting his large shadow over you. 

“Hi, amor.” He places a kiss on your forehead and walks in. “How has your day been?” He asks as he strips off his suit top and walks to the bedroom but you don’t answer, still wondering about something. 

“Why were you just sitting out there?” You ask while closing the front door and taking your slippers off. Miguel hasn’t said anything, letting a long pause draw out before answering.

“I was calming down.” He comes back out in a t-shirt that’s tighter than it needs to be and some gray sweatpants. 

“The fight was pretty intense, a little demanding y’know? So I just wanted to- I wanted to calm down before coming inside… But how was your day?” You don’t let the subject change, still confused with his statement. 

There have been plenty of times when Miguel would burst in, still aggressive and amped up from the latest fight, adrenaline still coursing through him. The first time it happened you were a little scared of course, you’d never seen him like that, eyes clouded with violence, his claws out in the air and threatening, with a deep scowl on his face. But that was a long time ago.

You’ve mastered the art of turning him from Spider-Man to Miggy. You learned it quite some time ago, which just furthers your confusion from his response. He’s rummaging through the cabinets, muttering about how he’s starving and you realize he hasn’t met your gaze since you found him which is incredibly unlike him. 

“Miguel, is that the truth? I mean- You’ve come in all amped up before so…” You trail off as Miguel freezes in the kitchen before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He closes the cabinet gently and turns to you, eyes cast downward before meeting yours. He takes another breath and walks to you. “It’s the technical truth uh… The whole truth is that my fangs were out and… I just- I don’t want you to see them.” He finishes his sentence and walks past you, to the bathroom and closes the door. 

You stand at the entrance to the kitchen in a stupor as you process his words and go chasing after him. You’re pounding on the bathroom door, begging him to let you see them, to let you kiss him with them out, and every other thought that comes to your mind, hoping it lightens the situation. You stop pounding after a few minutes, arms growing tired and getting a little embarrassed at his silence. You make your way over to the couch as you wait for him. 

You think about what he said, that he doesn’t want you to see his fangs and you feel a little pang of hurt in your heart that ripples through your body. 

He doesn’t want me to see them? Why though… Does he think I won’t like them? Does he think my opinion of him will change or something? I love him though, doesn’t he understand that?? Maybe it’s something super intimate, maybe he just doesn’t feel enough for me, for him to expose himself like that. Maybe he doesn’t trust me enough to be that vulnerable, to give all of him to me… 

Your thoughts turn your mood sour as Miguel finally emerges from the bathroom, teeth brushed and face newly washed. “I don’t want to show them to you.” The words strike your heart again as you nod your head at him, not even looking up at him as you fall into your negative thoughts. He watches you stare into the carpet, obviously deep in thought but you look sad. 

“You okay, hermosa?” He wipes his hands in the towel around his neck as he sits beside you on the couch. You don’t hear him, too inside your own head, leaving him ignored. He watches you for a bit before grabbing one of your thighs and turning your body to face him, knocking you out of your trance. You have a deep, heartbreaking expression on your face that you quickly mask with happiness when your eyes meet his. “I asked if you were okay, baby.” 

“Oh! Y-yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You giggle at him but it sounds hollow, making him guilty. He already knows why, he knows how your mind works, he knows how you think. He pulls you in, one leg is extended past him and the other is folded on the couch, touching his leg, your face a few inches from his. 

“Mi cariño, no tiene nada to do with you, okay? Nothing. I just-” He emphasizes ‘nothing’, willing you to believe him. He’s absently rubbing your calf as he tries to piece together what he wants to say. “They’re weapons. I feel like… I don't think I want you to see that… A part of me that’s a weapon. You look at me like… como si fuera tu todo, like I hung the stars… I love that and I don’t want it to change. Nunca quiero que eso cambie.” His eyes are looking at your calf, how his hand wraps around it instead of you. 

(“My love, it has nothing to do with you okay?” “...like I'm your everything…” “I never want that to change.” )

If he had been looking at you he would’ve seen the look of utter disbelief that rested on your face. You put your hand over his and pull yourself closer to him, placing a kiss on his forehead before speaking. “Miguel, I look at you that way because, despite the way you feel about yourself, I believe that you deserve every good thing the world has to offer. I want you to know that you don’t have to show them to me if you really don’t want to but be aware… I will love you for the rest of my life.. and there is nothing that can change that, my feelings for you literally cannot decrease.” 

He stays silent, avoiding your gaze still but you let him. You know that expressing himself is hard for him and hearing people speak positively to him is even harder. You giggle softly at his silence and place another kiss on his head. You’re about to get up from the couch when he pulls you back in, pressing his lips to yours with a bruising intensity that has a fire starting up in your stomach. Your lips part for him as he sighs into you, his hand grips your hair and he grunts as you feel something push against your mouth. He’s breathing faster, kissing you more passionately as you try to pull away. 

Eventually, you break from his grasp and try to look at him but he’s already turned from you. You want to protest but don’t want to push him. You bring one of your hands to rest at his nape, playing with some of the hairs there, trying to soothe him. You’re about to tell him that he doesn’t need to turn away, you can leave until he’s calmed down but he turns to you. His mouth is shut but his eyes are so fragile, like they’re pleading with you to be gentle. He holds your eye contact for a bit before opening his mouth in a smile-grimace expression. 

A gasp slips from your mouth and your hands come up to hold his face, pulling it to yours. You inspect his fangs as his warm breath floats over your face. You bring one hand from his face to tail over one of them, earning a flinch from Miguel but you run your other thumb across his cheek, attempting to soothe his worries. 

They’re much bigger than you expected, they look like they’d barely fit in his mouth. They’re smooth and glossy like marble, cleaner than you expected too. You wonder silently if he lets them come out, brushes them, and then retracts them as your other hand comes from his cheek to his mouth. They’re thick, they look like they could leave a sizeable puncture wound if he bit you. Your fingers squeeze around both fangs, feeling their width for yourself. Your fingers run along the length of his fangs and then go up to his gums. 

You’re completely captivated by his teeth, you haven’t even looked back up at him since he opened his mouth. You absently caress his fangs while inspecting his gums, trying to understand where they go when retracted. You give up on that when your thumb runs over the bottom of his fangs. 

He groans out, loud and ragged against your face. 

Your eyes flicker up to look at him and his eyes are rolled back into his head, eyebrows furrowed as he moans out a loose rendition of your name. You’re staring at him in awe as he mutters out a mix of unfinished words. You immediately look down into his lap and see a patch of dark gray spreading out. 

A moan rips from your throat as you press your hand against his hard, twitching, leaking cock and kiss him. His hips instantly twitch up into your hand, using the friction to prolong his orgasm. He’s moaning into your mouth, his hands are frantic as they push your head into his face, his fangs digging into your lips almost painfully. You slide your tongue into his mouth when he moans again, you explore it, feeling the fangs instantly and running your tongue over them. 

The action earns a gut-wrenching whine from Miguel as he starts to tremble. His hips are still bucking up into your palm, overstimulating himself as his cock spurts out mini loads. 

You pull away from him slowly, your hand gently massaging his cock as he comes down. He drops his head onto your shoulder as he pants, unsteady syllables of your name falling from his lips. 

He lifts his head from your shoulder once his cock stops jumping in your hold. There’s a rare pink hue over his face as he leans in to kiss you. You accept it with a smile, kissing him back before pulling away again. 

“So…” You start semi-awkwardly, a light laugh in your tone as he groans out, embarrassed. “Did that feel good? Are they sensitive?” A shuddering breath leaves him as he recalls how your fingers felt gliding over his fangs, how arousal punched into his gut the moment you touched them. 

“Yeah… It felt-” His sentence is cut off with a whisper of a whine as he thinks about it, breathing speeding up, chest heaving at the fresh memory. You’re surprised at this, you’ve never seen him so delirious so… fucked out. “Me sentí tan bien, bebé. N-no sabía que me sentía así. I loved it so much, you made me feel so fucking good, amor. Te amo tanto, cariño.” 

(“I felt so good, baby. I-I didn't know I felt like that”... “I love you so much, darling.”)

A smile graces your face at the one phrase you understand, ‘Te amo’. You pull him in for another kiss before whispering. “Good.” He groans and pulls you into his lap, whining when your weight presses against his sensitive cock. You smile into his lips and kiss him again, pulling away again to giggle at him. 

“ ‘S not funny.” He grumbles out as he leans back, laying down on the couch with you on top of him. You continue giggling into his neck and you can feel his cheeks fatten up with his smile. 

You guys stay there for the rest of the night, intermittently waking up to smother the other in kisses before falling back to sleep. 

Thank you so much for reading!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

[matchaxberries]

Happy birthday, Xiao!

Xiao/Atalus x GN!Reader headcanons + drabbles

Warnings: Romantic relationship implied, jealousy?, possessiveness, NSFW (first half is SFW), penetration, rough, riding, oral, marking, biting

Xiao, being the sweetest and understanding partner. He always will protect you from anything, anyone, even the scary spider that shows up in the corner of your room, never getting angry when you call his name even for the smallest thing. He understands you may feel different than himself, so who is he to judge what you call him for? He wants to be useful for you no matter what.

Xiao, being the cutest without him even realizing. He doesn't understand a lot of mortals ways. Including figure-of-speeches. It's raining cats and dogs? Are they okay? He's so silly and he doesn't understand your giggles at his words. He blushes lightly from the smallest touch from you, who knew the scary adeptus could be so cute?

Xiao, being jealous in all the right ways. You're getting ready to go out with friends, and he watches how you pull your clothes on. He has a small pout on his face, what if someone with less karma finds you cute? You have to remind him that he's your one and only. And he might make you wear something showing that... If someone flirts with you in public, he would stare at them with his piercing gaze, I think they'll get the point when a dark green seems to emit from himself.

Xiao, not being good with physical touch, though he'll do anything for you. He has never understood touching, and it quite frankly scares him. What if he hurts you somehow? He's dangerous. But when you fall asleep next to him, curled up against his chest, he won't move. He will sit there lightly stroking your hair, barely moving an inch so you can get well deserved rest. He sees couples in public holding hands, sharing drinks, sitting closely together, so he unconsciously, and slowly slips his hand into yours. When you grip it tight he sighs in relief.

NSFW Below !!!

Xiao, when bottomed out can't stop his aggressive thrusts. He's grunting, sweating, 'hhn.." escaping his lips. He has you pressed hard into the mattress, belly flush against your blankets and his rough hand pressing into the small of your back, the other grabbing your waist. Apologies leave his mouth as he's thrusting desperately into you, your body writhing as you've finished over and over.

Xiao, whining and gripping your hair as his cock is stuffed down your throat. Curses leave his parted lips as he's pulling at your hair, shoving himself so deep tears prick your eyes. You dig your nails into his tensed thighs, and that only adds to his pleasure, the pain driving him further, his cock twitching in your mouth coating your throat in his sticky finish, you swallowing it all down. His face flushed, sweating as his eyes squeeze shut.

Xiao, enjoying being topped sometimes, burying his face in a pillow. You bounce on his dick, hands against his toned stomach. Whines escaping his mouth, muffled by the pillow he has covering his face. He gets far too embarrassed for eye contact or you seeing his face in this position, his legs twitching beneath you and his stomach clenching. He mutters pleads to you, begging to finish inside. Once he does, he's thanking you, shoving his hips up into you, his hands go from clawing the sheets to gripping down hard on your hips to force you down, leaving bruises the shape of his hands.

Xiao, leaving marks all over your body. He's biting, licking, sucking on any place available to him. The words, you're mine, leave his lips. Sinking his teeth into your neck, your back arching back, he pulls back panting. He trails down, meeting your chest and sucking dark purple into it, leaving red bites, his fingers roughly pushing into the bruises on your neck as he continues down. He glances up at you with pleading eyes as he gets lower and lower, his gaze clouded over almost darkly, the second you give him a nod, he's diving beneath your underwear like a starved man.

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Character count: 3,777

A/N: A little bit late in my timezone but! Happy Birthday Xiao :3 I am working on requests I promise guys, I've been busy irl so bad (adulting is hard.) But if you want any updates on any of ur requests contact me. :3

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the one where ivy learns what it means to be a big sister - family au (part four)

★ vi x f!reader

part three

wc: 1.8k

Aisla was born at 6 a.m. on a Thursday—without complications and healthy as a horse.

At that same moment, Ivy officially became a big sister, a title she loved to announce to anyone who would listen.

Ivy didn’t know how being a big sister was supposed to feel—but everyone kept telling her it was a big deal.

She liked the sound of it. Big sister. It made her feel important. Grown-up. Special.

The very first chance she got, she told her entire class. And the first person she told was her best friend, Betty.

“I have a baby sister now!” she whispered to Betty before class even started, tugging at her sleeve with wide eyes. “Her name is Aisla, and she was born yesterday morning. I’m a big sister now.”

Betty had two older siblings, so she didn’t know what it meant to be a big sister. But Ivy told her with full conviction that it was the coolest thing in the entire world.

Betty blinked. “Cool! What do you do?”

Ivy opened her mouth. Then paused.

“I don’t know yet,” she admitted. “But I think it’s the coolest job in the world.”

Betty looked impressed enough, so Ivy stuck with that.

Truthfully, Ivy didn’t completely know what it meant either—not yet.

Not until Aisla was here. Not until she realized that babies didn’t just smile and sleep—they cried. A lot. Loudly. And sometimes for no reason Ivy could understand.

She started to wonder if maybe being a big sister wasn’t just about feeling important. Maybe it was about being patient. And helpful. And brave, even when the crying got really loud and kind of scary.

Her moms explained that it was normal. The world was brand new for Aisla. She didn’t know what it meant to be hungry, or tired, or too warm or too cold. Everything felt unfamiliar. She had spent months curled up safely inside her mommy’s belly, and now… she had to learn everything from scratch.

“She’s not mad at you,” You explained softly, brushing Ivy’s hair back as you stood by the crib. “She just doesn’t know what’s going on yet. The world’s really big and bright and loud for her right now.”

“She didn’t even used to cry,” Ivy said, frowning. “When she was in your belly.”

“That’s true,” Vi chuckled from the rocking chair, cradling Aisla against her chest. “But she also didn’t used to know what cold felt like. Or hunger. Or pooping herself.”

Ivy wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

“Welcome to babyhood.”

Still, Ivy wanted to help. She wanted to be the best big sister in the whole world. So she started trying everything. And she took her role seriously—so seriously.

Whenever Aisla cried, Ivy would try everything she could think of to help. She made silly faces, puffing out her cheeks and crossing her eyes until Vi laughed so hard she nearly dropped the pacifier. She handed over her favorite stuffed animals (even Martha, which was a big deal).

And then, one afternoon, she climbed up onto the couch where Aisla lay swaddled beside Mommy and began to talk.

“Once upon a time,” Ivy whispered, “there was a princess with silver wings and purple hair, and she lived in a castle made of clouds.”

She told Aisla all about the princess, the knight who was scared of everything except spiders, and the tiny dragon who loved to eat marshmallows instead of people.

Aisla just stared, her big eyes blinking slowly, her mouth making soft little shapes like she was listening.

Then—maybe—she smiled. Just a little.

“Did you see that?” Ivy gasped. “She liked the story! She smiled!”

You leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Of course she did. You’re already her favorite storyteller.”

Vi grinned. “Looks like we’ve got a little bookworm on our hands.”

Ivy smiled proudly, pressing her finger gently against Aisla’s tiny hand. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’m gonna teach you everything.”

And in that moment, with her baby sister nestled beside her, Ivy knew exactly what being a big sister meant.

It meant love.

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But it also meant resistance—especially as Aisla grew and started eating solid foods, which meant smelly, smelly diapers.

Ivy hadn’t expected that part.

The morning had started like most others—Aisla waking before the sun, wailing from her bassinet with all the drama of a Shakespearean actress. You, bleary-eyed but calm, had already been up for a while, tugging on your jacket as you kissed Ivy’s forehead and gave Vi a meaningful look.

“Don’t forget—her nap’s at ten, her bottle’s in the fridge, and the wipes are under the changing table,” you said in a rush, slipping on your shoes.

Vi waved a sleepy hand from the couch. “Got it, got it. Go, before you’re late.”

You crouched beside Ivy and smiled. “You’re in charge of keeping Mom awake, okay?”

Ivy beamed, her chest puffing with pride. “I’m good at that.”

You kissed both of them goodbye, whispered something to Aisla—who only babbled something incoherent back—and hurried out the door.

And for a while, things were great.

Aisla napped. Vi made pancakes. Ivy got syrup in her hair but decided it was worth it.

Then it happened.

The smell.

It hit them like a wall as they walked back into the living room. Aisla lay in her bouncer, calm and innocent, blinking up at them like she hadn’t just committed a biological crime against humanity.

Vi stopped in her tracks. “Oh no.”

Ivy pinched her nose. “Oh no.”

“She’s definitely got a dirty diaper,” Vi muttered, already sounding like she regretted every life choice that led her here.

“She smells like the dog park on a hot day,” Ivy whispered.

Vi sighed and scooped Aisla up, holding her at arm’s length. “Okay. Teamwork time. Ivy, grab the wipes.”

Ivy dashed to the nursery like a superhero on a mission, returning with the pack held high above her head like it was the Holy Grail. Vi laid Aisla down on the changing table and opened the diaper with the hesitation of someone defusing a bomb.

“Oh my God.”

Ivy gasped. “She exploded!”

Vi winced. “This is a Code Brown. I repeat—Code Brown.”

Together, they sprang into action. Vi tried to stay calm as she wiped and folded, while Aisla laughed like seeing them suffer was the funniest thing she’d ever witnessed. Ivy hovered nearby, handing over wipes with surgical precision and offering encouraging commentary like, “You’re doing so good, Mommy,” and “Wow, that was in her?”

It took ten minutes, two gag reflexes, and one emergency shirt change for Vi, but eventually, Aisla was clean, diapered, and cooing like nothing had ever happened.

Vi slumped into the rocking chair, baby in arms. “We survived.”

Ivy stood beside her, wide-eyed. “I didn’t know babies could do that.”

Vi chuckled and brushed hair from her face. “Oh, sweetheart. This is just the beginning.”

Ivy leaned against her leg, peering up at Aisla. “Being a big sister is harder than I thought.”

Vi looked down at her, softening. “Yeah. It’s not all cuddles and bedtime stories, huh?”

Ivy shook her head. “But it’s still cool.”

Vi kissed the top of her head. “You were amazing today.”

Ivy smiled, her eyes fixed on her baby sister, who had fallen asleep mid-babble.

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And it also meant patience, as Aisla started crawling and decided that every toy Ivy owned—no matter how precious or how not baby-safe—belonged in her mouth.

It meant patience when Aisla tried to crawl out of the picnic blanket at the park, heading straight for the sidewalk like she had a very important meeting with a rock.

It meant patience when her head, still too big for her tiny, wobbly body, led her straight into yet another face-plant in the middle of the living room.

Ivy would gasp every time—heart in her throat—rushing over to make sure Aisla was okay, only to watch her baby sister blink, pout, then giggle like nothing had happened.

She didn’t get it.

She didn’t get how her mommies weren’t constantly worried. How they could just watch her fall and stumble and eat sand like it was a snack. How they didn’t panic every time Aisla made a beeline for something dangerous or stuffed Martha halfway down her throat.

It was during one of these moments—after a particularly eventful afternoon at the park, where Aisla had tried to eat a leaf, crawl off the blanket, and then face-plant into the grass—that Ivy sat curled up beside you on the couch, unusually quiet.

You were rocking Aisla, who was finally fast asleep, cheeks pink from sunshine and dirt, her hair sticking up in soft tufts.

“I don’t get it,” Ivy mumbled, resting her head on your shoulder.

You looked down. “Don’t get what, baby?”

She hesitated, playing with a loose thread on your sleeve. “How come you’re not scared all the time? About Aisla. She just… does stuff. Dangerous stuff. And you don’t freak out. You just let her do it.”

You smiled softly, brushing a hand through her curls. “I get scared sometimes. Trust me, I do. But I also know she has us. All of us. And she’s learning—babies need to fall and crawl and chew on weird things to figure out the world.”

Ivy didn’t look convinced.

“She could choke,” she whispered. “Or hurt her head. Or run away. And I—I try to stop her, but she doesn’t listen, and I’m just… I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.”

You shifted so you could look at her better, resting your free hand on hers.

“Oh, Ivy,” you said gently, “you have such a big heart. You care so much. And that makes you an amazing big sister.”

She blinked up at you, eyes a little watery.

“But you’re also a kid, sweetheart. You’re not supposed to worry like that. Let the grown-ups do the worrying. That’s ourjob. Yours is just to be her sister. To play with her, love her, laugh with her—even get annoyed with her sometimes. That’s okay too.”

Ivy sniffed, trying not to cry. “But I feel like I’m supposed to protect her. Like you and Mommy protect me.”

“You do protect her,” you assured her. “Every time you show her how to hold a toy, or move it away when it’s too small. Every time you make her laugh or tell her a story. That is protecting her. In the way only a big sister can.”

She was quiet for a beat, then said, “It’s just a lot sometimes.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Being a big sister is a big job. But it’s not one you have to do alone.”

Ivy curled closer, her body relaxing against yours for the first time that day.

“Okay,” she whispered.

You kissed the top of her head, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You’re doing so good, Ivy. Better than you know.”

She smiled, just a little, and looked down at Aisla, now drooling peacefully in your arms.

“I guess it’s okay if she face-plants sometimes.”

You laughed softly. “It builds character.”

“And maybe if she eats one leaf… it won’t kill her.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Let’s not test that theory.”

And for the rest of the evening, you held both your girls close—one sleeping soundly and the other finally at ease.

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masterlist - part three - part five

[lisbvn]

james barnes x reader summary : while retrieving files from an abandoned hydra base, james discovers your biggest weakness; bugs word count : 300-ish

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the air in the abandoned hydra base was thick with dust, every step kicking up small clouds as james rifled through a rusted file cabinet. the dim, flickering overhead lights barely illuminated the space, shadows stretching long against cracked concrete walls.

you were a few cabinets over, scanning through old mission reports with quick, practiced fingers when a soft clatter sounded from your direction. james barely glanced up until he heard you.

a sharp inhale. the rustle of fabric. and then—

"nope."

his head snapped toward you just in time to see you take a full step back, tension coiling through your body. your face had gone blank. too blank, the way it always did when you were trying not to react.

james’ brows furrowed. what the hell…?

then he followed your rigid stare downward.

a small, unassuming spider, no larger than a quarter, crawled across the open drawer.

he blinked, then looked back up at you.

"you serious?"

your jaw twitched. “i am very serious.”

a slow grin spread across his lips, the kind that usually got him smacked, but he couldn't help it. this was gold. the assassin, who had killed more men than fury—or anyone who was involved in her hiring—cared to admit, was frozen solid over a tiny, eight-legged intruder.

“you scared of bugs, sweetheart?” his voice was all slow drawl, amusement curling at the edges.

“i am not scared.” your voice was tight. “i just don’t like them.”

he crouched slightly, pretending to go for the spider, lips twitching. “so if i…”

“barnes. i swear to the gods.”

he laughed outright then, a low, warm sound that echoed through the empty base. but despite his teasing, he reached over and carefully flicked the spider away with his vibranium hand, watching as it disappeared into the shadows.

you exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing at him in suspicion. “if you tell anyone about this—”

james held up a hand, mock-serious. “scout’s honor.”

you squinted. “you were never a scout.”

his grin widened

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[oharaslove]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓉.𝟤

Summary: The story of Miguel's first and only love, you. A passage through the most significant moments of your relationship.

Tags/Warnings: pre!Spiderman Miguel x Civilian!Reader + Spider!Miguel x Civilian!Reader, fem!reader, fluff, smut (Minors don't interact, please) fem!reader

Word count: 8k

Note: This is part 2 of a request!! I think you can read this as a one shot, but it would be better if you read the previous part (linked below). I also recommend listening to "Sugar"-Sleep Token, It is so good (mainly in the 'you know' scene).

<<Part1 || masterlist ||

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

After realising how he felt about you, Miguel tried to take a little distance. He was scared. Terrified even. He had never felt this. Never felt the need to, the urge, to make someone his.

 And that was what scared him. He was a total loser, how could someone like you want something with him?. You were perfect in his eyes, and he was far from it. You were probably experienced too, which he wasn’t. Miguel’s insecurities were at all time high. 

Besides, he couldn’t get the comments you had made the first time you met out of his head. You hated or at least disliked Valentine's day. So did he, not long ago. Damn, how things changed. 

Six months ago he dreaded the question: ‘There is someone special in your life?’, but now… 

You appeared in every thought. Your face materialised in the most random moments. If someone were to ask him that question today, his immediate answer would be yes, grinning from ear to ear. He would jump at any opportunity to talk about you.

Not every thought was happy, though. Miguel imagined countless scenarios where he came forward, pouring his heart out to you, and you didn’t feel the same way. Negative assumptions clouded his head day and night, leaving an empty feeling in his chest. He didn’t want to think about them, but there was always a voice on the back of his head tearing him down to pieces. Telling him he didn’t deserve you. He wasn’t enough. He would never be. 

His feelings were growing bigger and bigger, despite his attempts to keep them down. His chest would explode at any minute if he didn’t let them go. The words at the edge of his tongue, begging to come out. Every time he was close to you, so close he could smell your scent, which drove him crazy, he felt like throwing up. The air would be pushed out of his lungs every time you smiled at him. You stared at him with those beautiful eyes, fueling the idea that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. 

That there was a possibility. 

It didn’t help that, due to the advances on both of your researches, you had to stay more time in the lab. Meaning, it was just the two of you, for hours on end. Many would say it was the perfect opportunity, but what if you said no? What if you secretly hated him? What if–

“Miguel?” you asked gently, moving closer to where he was standing. He had been staring off at the wall for at least five minutes, unmoving. He was barely blinking, and his hands were sweaty. “Are you okay?” you continued, moving even closer. 

Miguel instinctively took a step back, creating distance between the two of you. You were intoxicating. He shut his eyes hard, trying to clear his thoughts. While doing so, he missed the hurt look over your face. 

“Yeah, I… I am fine, don’t worry” he whispered. He clutched the edge of the table. Come on Miguel, take a grip on yourself. 

“Are you…, are you sure? You don’t look okay” You fidgeted with the hem of your sweater.

“Yes” he huffed. His breathing became more erratic. Miguel dropped his head, eyes remaining shut, hoping to block you off. 

But he couldn’t. 

He couldn’t tell you how much you affected him, even though he wished to. All he wanted was to hug you, make you feel how you made him feel. But no. He couldn’t. Shouldn’t. 

“Did I…” you began, your voice trembling. “Did I do something wrong?”. You sniffed, making Miguel open his eyes immediately and look at you. 

You were looking down. Tears streaming down your cheeks, despite your efforts to keep them at bay. Your hands, barely visible, pull at the end of your sweater, making yourself smaller. Trying to hide. 

Shit. “No no no” Miguel whispered, hurriedly walking towards you. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to hug you, but would that be alright? Or, should he just go for a supportive hand to the shoulder? So, that’s what he did. “You.. you did nothing wrong. Hey, please. Look at me” he mumbled, barely audible. Thankfully, he was closer than he realised. His mouth only inches away from the crown of your head. He was basically towering over you. 

You looked up. Teary eyes locking into his. Trembling lips mumbling incoherent things, a lot of ‘sorrys’ and ‘please’. Miguel’s heart broke. He had done this. Him. No one else. He was so focused on his own feelings, on not getting hurt, that he didn’t realise how his actions were affecting you.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Miguel cooed, drawing figures with his thumb on your shoulder. Hand, that he noted, you hadn’t pushed away nor seemed uncomfortable about.  

You leaned into his touch. Your cheek grazing his hand, never breaking eye contact. Miguel’s eyes traveled from focusing on one eye to the other, to your nose, your mouth, everything. He wanted to memorize your face in case this was the end. While doing so, ever so lightly, his hand drifted upwards, caressing your cheek, without realising. 

You closed your eyes and hummed, enjoying the feeling. His hands were sweaty, but he was warm, and he smelled nice. Your breath slowed down, calming yourself. You nuzzled your cheek further. She’s adorable, Miguel thought, lost in how ethereal you were. His body moving on its own.  

Miguel's eyes went wide. A moment of clarity letting him be aware of his actions. He wanted to retreat his hand, stop touching you, but at the feeling of the slight pull movement from his hand, yours instinctively wrapped around his wrist gently, keeping him there. 

You opened your eyes slowly. Small droplets of water hanging from your lashes. Your eyes searched his, a message clear on them. Stay. “Please” you begged. Your words vibrated against his skin. Your cheek squeezed against his hand. Your eyes big, like a puppy begging for treats. 

Miguel left out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His shoulders instantly relaxed. The worried lines on his face dissipated, and a small smile pulled at the edge of his lips. He didn’t want to leave, he would stay how and where you wanted for eternity. All you had to do was ask. 

He had a feeling this was the night, and the conversation wasn’t going to be short. So, better get comfortable. 

 “Come, sit” he said, retreating his hand slowly, trying not to startle you, before slightly bending down to grab the nearest stool behind you. He gently placed his hands against your shoulders guiding you down. 

You sat down, putting your feet on the bar and tugging them closer to your chest. Placing your chin on top of your knees. Miguel sat down in front of you, leaving a decent space between the two. 

Your eyes were still glassy from crying. Miguel felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. That someone being himself. He clenched his fists over his legs, grabbing the material of his trousers. How could he be so stupid?. 

¿Qué mierda me está pasando? Miguel muttered looking down. He was losing his head. (What the hell is happening to me)

“Are you sure you are okay?”

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, even though it was barely audible. Did he just say that aloud? His eyes shot to yours. You were curious, he could tell, and also scared. Of him, for him? He couldn’t tell, which made him anxious.

“I am sorry if I ever crossed the line” you continued, seeing that he wasn’t responding. “I-” You dropped your arms and placed your feet on the floor, getting more comfortable in the stool, breaking eye contact while doing so. 

“It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable.” You rubbed your face, cleaning the tears and pushing back the hair stuck on your cheeks. You looked down, placing your hands together over your legs. “I just thought that,” you shrugged your shoulders. “you liked me”. You looked up slowly, biting your lip. Your face  was a little turned away, looking at him softly, eager, but also scared by the response. 

Miguel’s eyes opened like plates. Like you? Like, like like you? He was stunned. Miguel couldn’t believe his ears. You liked him! This was the greatest moment of his–

“Or maybe it was all in my head, I don’t know” you continued, turning around on the stool, giving your back to him while you hugged yourself. Asshole. How long were you silent for?

“NO!” he shouted. His first instinct was to stand up and get closer to you. “No,” he said more calmly, collecting himself. 

You turned around slowly. Fresh new tears adorning your face. Slowly, but surely, Miguel reached for your cheek. His fingers made contact with your skin, immediately feeling your warmth. As soon as he felt you lean into it, he applied pressure caressing you, wiping the tears away. 

“I’m sorry.” He began. “I… I am a loser” Miguel scanned your face. He couldn’t back out now. 

“You don’t–” you wiped the side of your face with the back of your sleeve, still leaning onto his hand. ”Don’t seem like one to me” You placed your hand on top of his, melting into his touch.

“Maybe, but I am” He sighed, looking at your face. You were so beautiful. He needed to sit down. He could feel his whole body trembling. Miguel was nervous. Even more nervous than when he interviewed for Alchemax. He looked back, spotting the forgotten stool. He wasn’t leaving your touch again, so he reached with his foot and pulled it towards him. 

He sat down, much closer now, your legs brushing against each other. The proximity was exhilarating. He could smell your perfume. Feel your warmth under the palm of his hand. He could see the way your chest went up and down from your breathing. How your lashes gently touched the top of your cheeks every time you blinked. 

Miguel was charmed by you. If you told him you were a witch who had cast a spell on him, he would believe it. No doubt in his mind. 

Focus Miguel, he thought. This was a golden opportunity, and he couldn’t let it slip away. His eyes landed on his hand, gently stroking the skin of your cheek. You were so soft and warm. Miguel could feel your eyes staring at him, but he couldn’t look at them. Not now. He needed time to be bolder, to build the guts to pour his heart out to you. 

“Miguel” you whispered. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I understand.”

Miguel moved his hand, breaking away from your grasp. He moved down the curvature of your face. The back of his fingers leaving goosebumps in their way. He grabbed your chin gently, his thumb centimeters away from your lips. Hovering. Oh, how he wished he had the experience. The bravery. The audacity to just dive in and capture your lips with his. Say everything with his mouth that words couldn’t express. Tangle his tongue with yours instead of it tangling with the thoughts running through his head.

“I am a loser” he repeated, more serious this time. His focus remained on your lips. “I don’t know how to do this.” he confessed, his thumb finally making contact with the pout that had formed in your face. They were soft. They looked so kissable. He traced the shape of your mouth lightly, before using his fingers under your chin to angle your face towards his. 

His eyes finally gazed into yours. Your cheeks were redder now, skin warmer. “I’ve never done this” He whispered, inching closer. “All I know–” he gulped, looking down again, to your lips. “is that you drive me crazy. I like you, I really do”. Your noses were now brushing together. His breath fanning over your cheeks, gently moving your lashes.

His lips hovering over yours, too scared to make the final move. 

“Miguel” you pleaded, looking at him from your hooded eyes. Your mouth slightly agape. He looked up to your eyes again. There was a pause. Neither of you dared move. 

The tension was palpable in the air. Both your breaths united. Words weren’t needed in this moment, only actions. His eyes sent you a silent plea. A question. Permission to do what he wanted the most. You nodded softly, and that is all it took for him to take the leap. 

Miguel’s lips crush into yours softly. You closed your eyes, melting into his touch, and so did he. Your lips were softer than he had felt with his hands. He had done it! He was kissing you. But now, in the act, he didn’t know how far he could go. Miguel’s hand on your cheek froze, he was cupping your face lightly, but his grip faltered. 

You pulled back softly, creating distance. Miguel chased you with his lips, not wanting to let go yet. You giggled, as you moved back, staring at his cute face. It was all red and warm. His lips slightly parted, letting out puffs of air out. 

Miguel opened his eyes slowly, blinking, as in a trance. Miguel was met with your smile, that pretty smile he learnt to cherish and to look forward to. 

“It’s okay” you whispered, taking both of his hands and placing them in your waist. You shifted closer, the stool screeched against the floor. Your legs parted a little, leaving enough space for one of his own to settle there. 

You placed the palms of your hand over his chest. Your eyes trailed from his chest, to his neck, until your gazes met again. “I trust you.” you smiled. You dove back again, this time showing more confidence. 

As soon as your lips brushed against his, Miguel’s heart skipped a beat. Your hands travelled from his chest to his neck, while his were still locked around your waist. Every thought that miraculously was still in Miguel’s head, flew out of the window. All he could register was you.

 All of you. 

The way your lips brushed and pushed against his. How they slightly parted, little amounts of air leaving them, making contact against his skin. The way your hands were now playing with the curls on the back of his neck, twirling them around your fingers. Miguel groaned. The taste of you becoming unbearable. He needed more. 

Hopefully, you understood. Miguel felt your tongue against his lips, before granting you access. As the kiss deepened, the tension on his body dissipated. He could feel your hands playing with his hair, loosening his muscles. 

As every second passed, Miguel grew more confident. 

First, he squeezed your waist, testing. He didn’t want to overstep, but at the same time, he needed more. He wanted to feel your skin on his. Pull noises out of you, created by his touch. 

His hands moved up, stopping below your breasts. His thumbs slightly grazed under them. You inhaled sharply, surprised, but glad he was loosening. You too wanted him to explore more, to take you. To make you his. 

While one of his hands stayed there, squeezing and drawing figures over your sweater, the other detached from your body, before making contact with your arm. He squeezed your forearm, before tracing your arm and reaching your neck. 

Miguel grabbed your neck, taking control of the kiss. He angled you just the way he wanted, giving him more access to explore your mouth. You groaned, the vibrations traveling through Miguel’s fingers.  He pressed his thumb against your throat, the kiss becoming more passionate. 

You pulled at his hair, his sweater, everything your hands could grasp to keep him close, to pull him even closer. Miguel was feeling lightheaded, his breathing becoming more ragged, but he didn’t want to stop. He had had a taste of you, and he didn’t know if he was ready to stop. 

Every sound he coaxed out of you made him more confident. He was obsessed, as if he wasn’t already. Every caress, each touch without an exception your hands made on his body drove him nuts. His lungs were beginning to scream at him for air, so were yours, but neither made an attempt to pull back. You were in a fever dream, and you didn’t want it to stop. 

Miguel’s body was on fire. The kiss became sloppy, teeth clicking against one another. The lab wasn’t silent anymore, your breaths were heavy, both of you panting, an occasional moan erupted from you, making Miguel groan as a response every time. 

He knew if he continued, he would do things he would regret. Not entirely because of the action, but because of the timing. You were his first, he didn’t want to fuck up. He needed to go slow. 

Miguel reluctantly pulled back from the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours, his hand still around your neck, his thumb caressing your warm, and slightly sweaty skin. Both of your chests going up and down, catching your breaths. He could feel the warm air exiting your mouth hit his face, making him smile. It wasn’t a dream, you were right there, in front of him, touching him, melting under his touch. 

Miguel opened his eyes slowly, squinting, not comfortable with the now really bright light of the lab. You had been kissing for what felt like hours, his eyes had been shut all the time, basking in the feeling. 

He found you staring back at him through your lashes. A grin formed on your face once you two made eye contact. Miguel’s expression mirrored yours, he was ecstatic. His hands moved up your neck, towards your cheek, drawing figures there as well. 

“So..” you began, leaning into his touch. Your voice was a little hoarse. Gosh, you sounded so sexy. You bit your lip, looking down a little, towards Miguel’s lips. “Does this mean you like me too?” 

Miguel laughed, his whole body shaking. You giggled as well, breaking the tension on your body and in the room. Miguel cupped both sides of your face, before bringing you in for a quick peck, and a kiss to your forehead and nose. 

He pulled back, admiring you. Your smiley face squished against his hands. “Yes” he breathed out, his shoulders relaxing visible, just melting into you, feeling drawn to you. Nothing else mattered. 

The lab fell silent, you both just staring at each other. It was comforting, the feelings being out in the air. Reciprocated feelings. You liked him, and he liked you. Nothing could go wrong from now on. 

That moment of clarity made an idea pop on Miguel’s head. “So… are you free tomorrow?”

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

Your first date was ethereal. Miguel had decided he didn’t want to go to a restaurant, or be near people in general, knowing that both you and him preferred to be private. Instead, he arranged a nice picnic with a beautiful view. 

You had the time of your lives. Miguel had never felt so care free and light. His heart was content and he felt on cloud nine every time you laughed, you smiled at him, or kissed him. Mostly when you giggled into your kisses, he thought you were adorable, and he didn’t know how he could say goodbye to you everyday. He needed to be with you 24/7, although he knew it was best for you both to have some alone time. Don’t move too fast now Miguel, Jesus.

Three months had passed since you two confessed your feelings in the lab. Three whole months of stealing kisses from each other, dates every week, seeing each other at the lab every day, being so close that Miguel couldn’t remember his life before you. How had he lived so long without you by his side?

Miguel couldn’t believe that at first he worked by himself in the lab. You two were like one, working around each other like it was second nature. Stolen touches here and there. You wrapping your hands around his waist from the back, leaving kisses, melting his heart and still, making him blush, despite all the months of dating. 

Unfortunately, today you had a meeting elsewhere. Meaning, Miguel was alone. He was feeling a little under the weather, he didn’t like being away from you. The routine you both had broken for a day. Thanks to his mind not being present one hundred percent, he had missed how one of his co-workers messed with his machine, causing the accident. 

Miguel had been experimenting with DNA fusions, something you knew about. This particular moment, he was curious if he could split his own (you clearly weren’t there to tell him it was a stupid idea). He had no clue what he had gotten himself into, nor what his coworker had done. All he knew is that, after surviving the experiment, he felt different. Changed. 

Miguel had always been a tall, muscular guy. But, he felt stronger, more powerful. He squinted his eyes, the artificial light in the lab hurting his eyes. Weird. He was fine just some minutes ago. He went to shut the lights. When his fingers made contact with the switch, he broke it, an abnormal strength surging from his body. 

He felt wrong, he wanted to throw up. At that moment, all he could think about was you. Miguel rushed towards his things, throwing everything aside looking for his phone. Once he had it in his hands, the eyes staring back at him in the reflection of the black screen weren’t familiar. They weren’t his usual brown ones, they were red. He dropped the phone in shock, the screen shattering in pieces. 

Miguel was pissed, causing a set of talons to emerge from his fingertips, scaring him off. What am I? What should I do? What would you think? He crumpled to the ground, shaking. What was he supposed to do? You couldn’t see him like this, he couldn’t lose you. He picked up the remains of his phone, before quickly gathering all his belongings and rushing to his flat. He needed time to think, he needed to be away from people. He needed to be away from you. He couldn’t let you witness the monster he had become.

A few days went by, Miguel had had no contact with you. He didn’t go to work, he didn’t answer his phone. Nothing. Clearly, you grew worried. He had never pulled a stunt like this before. Reason why, you were now standing outside his flat door. 

“Miguel?” you called, after knocking the door a few times. No answer. “Miguel please, I know you are in there” you pleaded, worry evident in your voice. 

Miguel was pacing left to right in his living room, in front of the door. He didn’t want you to see him, but he could tell you were worried. He hated making you something else that wasn’t happy. The dilemma was making his head hurt, the light coming through the windows wasn’t helping. During the days he had been hiding, he noticed his senses had been amplified. His eyes were ten times more sensitive to the lights.

You continued banging on the door. Tears were now running down your face.

“Miguel please,” you hiccuped, each breath was harder to take in. “Please, I don’t know what I did wrong. But please, let me in. We can talk about–”

At that moment, Miguel opened the door. He couldn’t stand hearing you cry any longer. You sobbed, launching yourself to him. Your arms landing around his waist, your face burying in his broad chest. 

Miguel’s arms stayed in the air, not wanting to touch you. What if his talons came out and he hurt you? He wouldn’t bear it. Seeing your wet and flushed face from the crying was torture enough. 

You cried a little more into his chest, creating a small patch of water in his shirt. You pulled yourself together, detaching yourself from him, allowing Miguel to close the door.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from sobbing. 

You had tear stains all over your cheeks. Miguel made an attempt to caress your face, wiping them away, but he froze in the middle. He pulled his hand back. He inhaled loudly,  shutting his eyes and making fists with his hands, before turning around and going to sit on the couch. 

You stood there, a frown in your face. What had you done for him to be so mad about you?. 

“Mig?” you mumbled, too scared to make sudden moves. 

Miguel groaned, rubbing his face between his face. You approached him slowly, barely making a sound. You watched him quietly, deciding what to do. As there was no reaction, you sat down, leaving some space between you two. You reached towards him, placing a hand over his arms. 

Miguel flinched away, making you retract your arm and look down to the floor. 

“I’m sorry” you began, trying to not break down. You sniffled, you could feel the tears already forming in your eyes. “I don’t know what I did, but I am sorry”. 

Miguel ran his hands through his hair, pulling a little. He didn’t want you to blame yourself. You had done nothing wrong! But he also didn’t know how to tell you what he was. 

“You,” he began, not looking at you. “You did nothing wrong”

“Then why?” You shifted your body, facing towards him. “Why have you been avoiding me? I thought we… I thought we were doing great.” The last words were barely audible. 

“We were… we are!” he corrected himself, now facing you, but not quite catching your eye. 

You played with your fingers in your lap, resisting the urge to reach for him. “Then… why?” You looked at him expectantly, searching for his gaze. 

Miguel hesitated. He played with the material of his sweatpants. He bit his lip, his knee going up and down. He needed to tell you. Either way, this relationship was over. If he didn’t tell you, you would break up with him because who would date someone who hides everyday in their flat? And if he told you… Well, you would probably freak out, call him a monster and walk away. Both outcomes pointed to heart break. 

“I– I can’t do this” he placed his head between his hands and started to cry.

Your heart broke. You didn’t understand what was wrong, but you hated to see Miguel so sad, angry and frustrated, all at the same time. 

“Shhh it’s okay” you scooched closer, hesitating to place a comforting hand on his back, but deciding to do so anyway. 

Miguel flinched at the contact at first, but later melted into you. He leaned into you, before collapsing in your lap. He curled himself into you, his big body retracting to feet on the couch and into you. 

You wanted to cry just from the sight. You rubbed his arms lovingly, trying to calm him down. Miguel was shaking, sob after sob cursing through his body. He mumbled incoherent stuff. Strings of ‘I’m sorrys’ and something along the lines of monster. You didn’t know, nor care. All you wanted was for him to calm down, you wanted your baby to be okay. 

After a few minutes, Miguel regained composure. He could breathe normally. Your warmth was soothing. The way you run your hands through his hair, caress his cheeks, tracing his sharp cheekbones. Lifting his shirt up a little so you could run your nails down his back.

For a moment, he forgot why he was so worried. You had done this countless times, you were his safe space. He could trust you. He needed to believe you wouldn’t leave him.

Miguel placed his feet on the floor, lifting himself off you. He wiped the tears with the back of his hands, before making eye contact with you, for the first time in days. He saw all the worry lines in your face, making his heart clench. Miguel could see your sad expression, a pout in your lips. Your gazes locked, and your eyes widened. 

“Miguel! Your eyes” You reached forward, placing your hands at each side of his head, examining further. 

“I know, that’s part of the problem”

“What happened?!”

Miguel explained to you in detail what happened the day you weren’t in the lab. And, after that, he gave you a demonstration of what he had learned. He stood up and showed you his talons, as well as his fangs. Both retractable. 

You sat there, shocked, while Miguel stood in place, watching you carefully, fully expecting you to shout “Freak!” and storm out. 

You gathered your thoughts, and stood up slowly. Miguel took a sharp breath in. He was terrified. 

“Miguel” you began, looking him straight in the eye. You still had that loving stare in your eyes, that is a good sign he thought. 

You walked closer, and when you were at arms reach of him, you slapped his arms, with all your force. 

“OUCH!”

“How dare you!?” you shouted. “Do you know how scared I was?. I thought you were dead. Dead!” You grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled, now pacing from left to right in front of Miguel, while he rubbed the spot where you had hit him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have helped you figure this out!” You threw your hands in the air, mumbling some more things, a few curse words and some other things Miguel didn’t know if they were for his ears or for yours. 

“I thought… well, maybe you would call me a monster and leave” He mumbled the last part, feeling ashamed. 

That made you stop in your tracks, snapping your head towards him. 

“Leave?” you whispered in disbelief. “Leave?” You repeated slightly louder. “In what world would I live? Oh you are so fucking oblivious. I would rather die than leave you, you asshole. I love you, and I–”

“You love me?” Miguel cut you off. His eyes opened like plates, an alarm going off in his head. 

You froze in place too, realising what you had just said. 

“I–” you gulped. “I do. I love you”

Miguel smiled. A toothy grin from ear to ear. He rushed towards you, lifting you in the air and spinning you around, not a care in the world if you bumped something. He hugged you tightly, burying his head in your neck. Once he placed you back on the ground, he grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. 

“I love you too.” he sighed. “Te amo” He pressed his forehead against yours. 

You smiled, and hit his chest playfully. “Don’t you ever pull a stunt like this ever again. You hear me?” 

“Si mi vida. Perdón” He kissed the top of your head before enveloping you in his arms. 

“I love you” you mumbled against his chest. You truly did.

Miguel was going crazy. You had been teasing him all day long. Slight touches here, caresses there. Pressing your whole body flushed against his. You were driving him insane, more than he already was. He couldn’t wait to get to his flat and let you have him, because he had to be honest with himself. He didn’t have a clue of what was going to go down. 

Yes, he had done research. But that doesn’t mean anything. Besides, he knows that things like porn aren’t realistic, so he had a rough idea, but not quite. 

The end of the work day couldn’t come fast enough. Once it was over, you guys went to a nice dinner place, had fun, enjoyed some nice food, before deciding to go back to his place.

Miguel’s leg was bouncing up and down in the car. He was nervous, and you could tell. You placed your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to where he needed you the most. 

“It’s okay Mig. We don’t have to–”

“No!” he cut you off, way too eager. “I want to.”

“Okay” you rubbed his thigh affectionately, leaving your hand there for the rest of the ride home. 

As soon as you stepped into his flat, Miguel’s lips were on your own. Sloppy, needy, warm. His hands roamed your body, tearing away the outer layers, dropping them to the floor. You doing the same with his. 

He walked you backwards into his room, never detaching his lips from yours. You bumped a couple things on the way, but neither of you cared. Once you reached the bedroom, you turned you both around, pushing Miguel towards the bed. 

His legs hit the edge of the bed, landing on it on his back. You crawled on top of him, sitting on his lap. You ran your hands over his body, from the hem of his trousers to his neck, while Miguel’s hands landed on your waist. You bent over, your chests touching, your faces centimeters away from each other. 

“Are you sure?” you asked. 

“Yes” Miguel breathed out, before grabbing the back of your head and slamming your lips together. 

The kiss got heated. Tongues exploring each others mouth, while hands explored bodies. Your whole wait was on top of Miguel, but he didn’t care. You began moving your hips, creating friction. Your center was on top of Miguel’s hard on, the only thing separating your core from him being your panties. 

Your dress had rode up over your thighs, exposing more skin for Miguel to squeeze and touch. He groaned into the kiss, the movement of your hips driving him crazy, but he needed more. His hands planted themselves in your waist, guiding your movement. Once in a while, one would sneak down to grab a handful of your ass, giving it a pinch, resulting in a moan from you. 

Your kisses moved down, kissing along his jaw, down to his neck. You sucked the skin into your mouth. Miguel inhaled shakily.

“Amoor” he grunted. 

 You smiled into his neck, biting and nipping a little more before moving down his chest. You undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing the majestic skin underneath. He had some scars thanks to being Spiderman, but he was beautiful. You could see how his muscles moved with every breath he took. 

You kissed down the middle of his chest, over his sternum. Miguel arched his back towards your mouth, enjoying the feeling. You bite down, and nipped, tracing the scars with your tongue. You moved down, parting his legs, before sinking down to your knees, your eyes in level with the tent on his trousers.

You could already tell, he was big. You could see the outline over the material. Miguel used his elbows to lift himself off the bed, getting a better view of you. You pecked his dick over his pants, gazing up at him. Miguel swallowed hard.

You massaged him on top of his pants, getting Miguel used to the feeling. He groaned, closing his eyes momentarily, but opened them when he felt you undoing his belt. He snapped his eyes open, staring at you.

“Is this okay?”

“Ye– yes” he stuttered. 

You smiled at him, before continuing your actions. After a few seconds, you freed his cock out of its confinements, pulling his pants and underwear down. It hit the bottom of Miguel’s stomach, standing proud in front of you. 

You licked your lips, staring at him, already salivating by just the sight. 

“Is it okay?” Miguel asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

“It’s perfect” you answered, and as to show him, you wrapped your hand around his tip, spreading the precum already there. 

Miguel threw his head back, your hands felt way better than his own. 

You continued to stroke him slowly, up and down. Your thumb massaging his tip, pressing at the head over his slit. Miguel was breathing heavily now, uneven. His thighs began to shake. 

You wetted your lips, and continuing your hand movements, kissed his tip, tasting the salty precum. You spit on him, before wrapping your mouth over his head, beginning to match your hand movements with your head. 

Miguel tried to keep looking at you, but the warmth of your mouth and the way your tongue ran over his slit drove him mad. His elbows gave away, his back hitting the mattress again. He fisted his sheets on his hands, curse words leaving his lips. 

“Yess, Jesus, fuck” he moaned, spurring you on. 

With your free hand, you massaged his balls. Rolling the skin over between your fingers and squeezing them. You hollow your cheeks, sucking at his shaft. You took him as far as you could, his tip hitting the back of your throat, tears forming in your eyes. 

“Oh, God, yes” Miguel breathed out. He was feeling light headed, his skin sweaty, sticking to the sheets. He could feel a knot in his lower belly, almost at the point of bursting. 

You pulled back, taking a moment to breathe, but never stopping your hands. His tip was red, precum leaking from it. Tons of it. He was close, you could tell. He was lasting more than you would have thought, to be honest. 

“I’m closee” Miguel choked out. “Please” he begged, opening his eyes slightly to stare down at you.

You continued jerking him off. Your mouth going to his balls, sucking at them, before licking a stripe down the side, following the most prominent vein, reaching his tip. You gave a few kitten lips before putting it in your mouth again. Miguel’s head flew back, eyes shutting hard. 

He moaned your name over and over. Strings of “Yes, right there” “Fuck” and your name falling from his lips. All of a sudden, his vision went black. Cum spurted in your mouth, while you tried to swallow most of it. 

Miguel’s chest was heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath. He opened his eyes slowly, looking down at you, at the same moment you took his now softening cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva and cum still connecting the two. 

“Fuck” he mumbled. You looked so pretty. 

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smiling at him and winking. You stood up slowly, letting your dress fall off your shoulders leaving you only with your panties on. You pulled them down your legs, kicking them behind once they reached your feet. 

Miguel was star struck. He couldn’t believe you could be more perfect than you already were. But you could. Before him, he was seeing a goddess. He was about to be fucked by a goddess. 

You straddled his lap once more, now without any item of clothing between your skin. You could already feel his dick hardening again against you. Miguel’s hand flew to your neck, bringing you in for a heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth, moving your hips to create the much needed friction you craved. His cock rubbed against your clit with each movement. 

His hands explored the new skin available, being cautious at first, but growing bolder. He squished your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers, even pinching them, making you groan into his mouth. He swallowed every sound you made, and so did you. 

You broke this kiss, running your nails down his chest, looking between your bodies. You needed him inside of you, and he wanted you to be around him. He wanted to feel all of you. 

“Condom?” You breathed out, pulling back the hairs stuck to the sweat of your forehead. 

“In the drawer,” Miguel answered.

You climbed down his body, for a split second Miguel missed your warmth, but before he could complain about it, you were already back, motioning him to get more comfortable in the bed, before seating back in his legs. You opened the squared package, pulling the condom out. 

You looked at it, and back at Miguel. “Are you really sure?”

Miguel nodded, the anticipation making his brain fuzzy. He didn’t think he could speak right now. 

You nodded, positioning yourself better. You stroke him a few times, before rolling the condom on. You lifted yourself up, using Miguel’s chest as support, while his arms flew to your waist to help you. You aligned his dick with your entrance. You were already wet from the anticipation and just making him come. He sounded so pretty, breaking under your touch. Cumming just for you, and only you. 

You rubbed his tip along your slit, tapping your clit a few times, before aligned it with your hole. You breathed in, before sinking slowly. He stretched you out so perfectly, it stinged a little, but it felt so good. 

Your mouth and Miguel’s fell open. It was so intense, finally being connected. You reached down, your hips flushed with his. Miguel’s nails were digging into your waist, while your hands squeezed his shoulders. 

You got used to his size before starting to move slowly, rocking your hips back and forth. Miguel let out a shaky breath, watching your movements. 

“Touch me” you purred, leaning over and taking his ear lob between your teeth, your breath tickling the side of his face. 

One of his hands stayed glued to your waist, while the other played with your breasts, alternating between the two. You nipped at his neck, leaving hickies and bite marks where no one could see them, only you. 

Miguel whined, he was enjoying the feeling, but he needed more. 

“Please, more” He begged, his hand squeezing harshly on one of your tits. 

You sat up straight, placing your hands flat on his chest for support. You lifted yourself up, leaving only half of his cock inside of you, before sinking back down. You both moaned at the same time, he felt so good inside of you. 

You kept doing that a couple more times, while Miguel forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching how his dick disappeared inside of you. Once you got used to it, you set up a rhythm, using Miguel’s chest and shoulders as support. Miguel’s hands went back to your waist, while his head flew back. His mouth was slightly open, groans and moans feeling up the room, combined with the sound of skin slapping against skin. 

Miguel’s sounds were turning you on so badly, you could barely concentrate. He grunted your name, moaned it so loudly you were sure even the neighbours could hear. You weren’t any better. His dick was hitting just the right places, stretching you out just the way you liked it. 

“Fu-Fuck” you stuttered, shutting your eyes. You were getting close, and so was Miguel, by the way his cock twitched inside of you. 

“Mig– I’m close” You cried out, the pace you had been setting faltering. 

“Me too” he said, through gritted teeth.

His hips had begun to lift from the mattress, meeting yours halfway, helping you reach both your orgasms. 

“Migg” you whimpered, slumping forward.

Miguel opened his eyes slowly, as much as he could. Your nails were digging on his shoulders, while he had a death grip on your waist. One of his hands caressed your stomach, disappearing between your bodies, his thumb making contact with your clit. You jolted forward, the stimulation overwhelming you. 

Miguel began drawing tight circles on the num, matching his and yours broken rhythm. He could feel you were closed, your pussy was squeezing his cock so good, getting him over the edge. 

“Beba” he mumbled, before throwing his head back and cumming inside of the condom, making you fall over the edge and come around him.

You collapsed on his chest, his thumb rubbing small figures still in your clit while you rock your hips in circles, coming down from your high. 

You stilled your hips, while Miguel his hand from between you, placing it in your back and rubbing it up and down, with the little power he had left. You stayed silent for a couple minutes, recovering. Both of your bodies covered in sweat, and the both of you with smiles over your face. 

You lifted your head slightly, placing your chin on his chest, looking at him. He looked so peaceful, breathing slowly from his nose, eyes closed. You pulled back a strand of hair stuck to his forehead, caressing his face with the back of your fingers. Miguel opened his eyes, his gaze falling on yours. 

“Hi!” You whispered, stroking his cheek. 

“Hi” he smiled, eyes tired, blinking slowly, like a child almost falling asleep.

“I love you Mig”

“Te amo, mi vida, y siempre lo haré” (I love you, my life, and I’ll always do)

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Authors notes: AHHHH I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the first one!!! Thanks for all the love 🥹☺️

I'm a little anxious or nervous about this one because of all the lovey dovey stuff (mainly the smut) but anyway, I really like how it turned out and I hope you do too!!! I had so much fun with this one.

It turned out to be sooo long!! Funny that I cut the first one because I thought that 2k was A LOT, and this is 8k. Oh well.

I may edit this a little later, cause I don't really know how to feel about the smut. I honestly wanted it to be longer. But maybe I'll do another part, or a side story featuring what I wanted (Basically, Miguel eating you out). Anyway, let me know what you guys think!! Be truthful, don't hold back!! You can tell me: "Never write Smut again" And I'll allow it.

Practice makes perfect I suppose, so the more I write about sex the more I should improve, right? But, well. I think it is good to be the second time.

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There's an imperceptible point between feeling your conscious come back and the exact moment you're back from the land of dreams. It's similar to when you turn on the computer and all those Windows and [Insert Company Name Here] starts to appear before you can actually use your computer to something. You get it that feeling?

A moment you were on that limbo, and the next one, you'll find yourself waking up and gasping for air and the person carrying you stirr.

"Donnie!?" - calls Leo's voice, your brain process his voice in a slow rhythm, but your instinc tells you who's who - "I think they're waking up"

"Perfect. Leo, put them on the stretcher, Raph, I need to stay on the back in the case they had an emergency, so you'll drive. " - Oh, it's purple…. Purple?

You don't know anyone that's named Purple. Weird. It feels like a Purple. Their voice sounds like a Purple. How could a Purple sound…?

You're left on a kind of hard surface. It's kind of soft. It feels good to rest your head.

"[S/n] don't freak out. You were unconscious for a few minutes, but you're on our van, and we're going to the lair to check on you? Okay?" - Purple…? You know who's Purple, you know that's not their real name…. But it feels right.. - "[S/n]? It's okay if I remove your mask to check on you?"

Mask? No, the mask is important! The mask is their safety net, the only thing that keep [S/n] and [Name] apart. Purple can't take this from you, he can't!

"Okay, no mask, got it" - there's a weight on your shoulder, a hand peraphs. Your six sense didn't warn you. Why? - "Just wanted to make sure you're breathing without an issue. Okay? We're not doing anything you don't feel comfortable with" - Purple looked at Blue- "Leo, talk to them to keep them entertained. I'll see if there's a way to check them without removing the suit. If we need to get to those stances, I want to have their consent to take off the mask, but I don't believe they're on their right mind in this moment. "

And with that, Purple had disappeared from your view. Your brain seemed disconnected from your body. Just thinking about anything seemed to tire you out. You feel like you're forgetting something really important. You groaned of frustration, and even thar came out as a weak rumble from your throat.

There was a movement there and someone was sitting on the side of the van, near to where you were laying.

"I … Never really got to thank you…" - starts. Oh, it's Blue. You know their real name isn't Blue, but kind of fits. And they're talking to you - "For… For everything" - Blue hufs - "For being Mikey's friend and cheer him up, like, he doesn't shut up about you. I think you're his favorite person now. Or spider or… I don't know, superhero?"

When Blue talks the word he's using comes out muffled, like someone put cotton on your ear canal to block the sound. But you still recognize it. An orange sky with the clouds slowly turning pink on the borders, but orange nothingless.

You like Orange. It's not an assumption. Its a fact. Someone for who it would be worth to kill for. Orange is a friend? Family?

"I guess… I kind of was— I still I'm… Jealous of you" - Blue take a deep breath - "And scared" - Leo looked at his hands, taking notice of the small scars on his palms - "You connected with Mikey, and Donnie, and maybe with Raph on a level I may never archive, and I'm their older brother! I should know stuff! It's like I stopped being their brother the moment Dad made me Leader!" - he grabbed his head between his hands, huffing and holding his breath, a realization comr to him as he slowly opened his eyes - "That's it… I stopped being their brother. "

Blue grunted and hid his face, closing his eyes and avoiding to look at you. Rude. But you could recognize the emotions that were passing on Blue's face. Shame, mostly. Regret. You knew that on a personal level. Sadness. Heh. Blue was feeling blue. Haha.

"I'm an idiot" - muttered Leo - "The answer was in front of my eyes all this time, and I didn't notice"

You grunted a little bit, the sensibility on your arm had come with a wave of confortable heat that passed through the arm's nerves. What was Blue talking about? Raph Red Donnie Purple and Mikey Orange were still there. They were there. Not dead. Blue hasn't gotten them killed. Blue Leo keep them safe. Blue was their brother. Not you.

A palm was pressed on Leo's arm, with the angle throwing all its weight on him. He knew who was the closest person to him. You were looking at him.

"Dum-dum" - Dumb, you wanted to say. But your muscles won't respond to you

The whole situation was exhausting and your muscles started to get sore. You felt like just taking a bottle of ibuprofen, blame the spider for needing higher dosis of analgesics, before undefinetly passing out.

Have you ever got so drunk to the point you're fumbling nonsense? Nothing actually settles until the next day when the lights burn your eyes and a pounding headache crushing your skull. Ugh. Please, someone, get the number of the truck that hit you. Ugh.

You feel something come rising from your chest at the same time you pull yourself up from whatever surface you're laying on. You can't breathe properly. Something's blocking the way in. The nausea rises up and the impending feeling of doom makes you realize something horrible.

You're about to puke.

You want to hold it back and avoid to spilling your insides all over the floor.

You hear yourself gag and sharply inhale the smell of antiseptic and cleaning products.

Could just as well to say 'fuck it' and spill everything on the damn floor

There were muffled sounds around you, and the sound of heavy steps, too big to be an average human being, come rushing to your direction. No tingle in the back of your mind. No threat.

A bin, not empty by the way, full with papers and a little bit of dust was handed to you, and that was the only sign needed to curl over the bin, and what come next couldn't be put in words, but wasn't recommended.

You emptied your stomach after the third round and let the bin be taken away from you. Your mouth tasted like shit, your breath was probably ten times worse, filled with stomach acid and bits of processed food. By reflex you tried to wipe the dirt from the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand, and that's when you stopped.

You were on your suit.

And you didn't have your mask on.

Practically jumped from your place as scanning your surroundings. Familiar. You're been there before.

"—okay, you're on our lair" - came Donnie's voice as someone guided you to sit back on the stretcher - "I apologize for taking off your mask, but it was the only way to made you a proper checkout in case of something else going on" - Donnie stepped away from you, passing you a glass of water

You took a sip of the water, instead of drinking it, you used it to clean the remainings of your stomach content and spit it on the bin. Chugging the rest of the water and giving Donnie the glass back.

"Where's my mask?" - you ask, raspy voice and a light sting on your throat

"On the counter, glad to have you speaking again, but I guess that healing factor comes handy" - he smiles tiredly, his face is kind of pale and there's signals of lack of sleep - "But I really need to gave tou another round of checks ups before letting you go"

You look around the room uncomfortable, kind of feeling naked without your mask. But it's Donnie the one we're talking about. He wouldn't use your secret identity against you… Right?

"You know?" - speaks Donnie, as he uses a tiny flashlight, from thar ones that usually comes in key ring, or do they have another name? - "Both pupils shiw response to the light, good" - he turns off the flashlight - "I expected you to be more.. Spider like, I guess" - he starts talking - "When something is touched by the mutagen is mainly affected by the last organic matter they interacted with, some mutants even grow appendages, you don't seem really affected by it"

"What…?" - you muttered - "That's how you guys….?" - you signaled but stopped your tracks - "Sorry"

"Don't be" - Donnie turns his caparace at you, searching for something on the cabinets - "We've been asked that question multiple times. And yes, that's how it happened, as the last thing that we interacted with was a human being, and I guess that also explains the lack of a tail"

You just blinked at Donatello, mot actually processing what he just said - "I broke a statue of an affrican god in a museum exhibit and a spider crawled out of it and bite me. I don't know what you're talking about. "

Donnie stopped his tracks and turned back at you, incredulously written all over his face - "You're pulling my leg. "

"No, it happened. When I woke up, the statue was intact, and I was built like a bodybuilder. It happened" - you said with seriousness. Your arachnophobia disappeared as well almost entirely.

The purple brother stared at you, agap expression and open mouth, before shaking his head and rising his hands - "You know what, I'm calling a day, I'm a talking turtle, who I'm I to judge your origin story. "

Something was thrown at you, catched it without problems and gave a look at it. Your mask was intact, except for some dirt iver here adm there. The suit probably needed a day on the laundry.

"What time is it anyway?" - you asked while putting your mask on

"One in the morning" - said Donatello

One in the— FRICK!

"Shoot!" - you exclaimed - "I gotta go!"

"Hold up" - Donnie positioned before you, blocking your way - "I know you have a live to return after this, I know I can't hold you until you're fully recovered because you're as stubborn as Leo, but please listen to me"

You opened your mouth to complain but sighed and crossed your arms - "Go on."

"First, this isn't over. You got freaking electrocuted on Live Tv, so there's no way you're denying that! I want to monitor your recovering for the next month, so don't even think about skipping out these checks ups, New York can wait" - he amonested you, like a mother to a child, to your annoyance - "Second, almost everyone is asleep now, but I want you to have a talk with Leo"

"What's up with Captain Killjoy?"

"You may not remember anything, but Leo didn't leave your side from the moment you went down. He got worried about you, I couldn't convince him to go sleep, and he is still meditating on the dojo" - Donatello take a moment to take air and continue - "Just let him know you're okay, let's see if with thar I can finally out him back on bed, okay?"

You contemplated the idea for a couple of minutes. You didn't really have an idea of what Leo seemed to have against you. Maybe it was something you said or you did, but Leo seemed to have been avoiding you lately.

"Fine. Let's see what that knucklehead is up to. "

Breathe in

Exhale

Breathe in

Exhale

Clear your mind

Don't think of anything

Crap

He's thinking

Leo furrowed his hipotetic eyebrows because turtles didn't grow hair, and even if they did, they'd be covered by their masks.

You were okay

You were?

He knew, on average, he wouldn't survive that

But you did

You collapsed

But you should he fine on Donnie's hands

Right?

Maybe it was the guilt talking for him, but you didn't deserve to be badmouthed as you we're laying unconscious on the medbay

Leonardo heard the sound of steps and sighed, not even bothered in opening his eyes.

"Go away Donnie" - he muttered

"You know" - came your voice instead, making Leo jolt in his place. You were okay? - "A bird told me you cried a river for me" - he turned around to see tou standing in the entrance of the dojo - "Quite touching if you ask me"

Nothing was said for a couple of seconds before Leo suddenly snorted and started cackling for your surprise. You didn't expect to get this reaction from him.

"You…" - he keep laughing, and there's when you noticed the look on his face, almost maniac, a grin that didn't seem to fit in his face - "You're already back to your normal self" - he muttered the last part

"Hey" - you complained, but stopped at Leo's frown - "Did really give you a scare back there?"

"You gave a scare to everyone" - Leo pointed out, then sighed, and something on his frame relaxed - "And Donnie's letting you go?"

"Got a secret identity to protect" - you crossed your arms - "He's forcing me to remain on standby while on the suit. "

"I wouldn't expect less from Donnie" - Leo chuckled

No way! He has more emotions besides grumpy and stern!

As for Leo, he just hopes that trusting you didn't end like Karai

He hopes

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Please talk about your bug boys all the time!! Any tidbits, thoughts, and, of course, their fics make me happy. I never thought I'd love bugs (scared of spiders), but i LOVE your bug boys!!

I have so many thoughts from cute to morbid about them.

PLEASE I RLLY LOVE TOOOO OMG!!!! Wait okay so below the cut i'll put in little blurbs for each of them so you can get the vibe yk?? Cause I know I havent been able to show much of them through the fics i've put out so far 😭😭 In the rest of the guys fics (save for Hoseok), they'll all be a lot more present 🥺

It makes me so happy that you love the guys as much as I do, though fr. I was never expecting Jimin's fic to receive so much love and even though you're scared I'm so happy you took the chance on reading it <333 I LOVE YOU!!!! 🥺 ALSO PLS TELL ME ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS!!! CUTE AND MORBID IDC I LOVE THEM ALL!!!!

cw. yandere behaviour, hybrid!bts, toxic behaviour, manipulation, typical stuff lol

Kim Seokjin

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ species: blue morpho butterfly

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ classification: Dependent Type » 6/10

An architype of beauty. A doll for the rich and powerful. The most sought after species in the entire exotic world. Kim Seokjin knows his place in the ecosystem of humanity well-- knows the titles given to him even better. Knows his value as no more than a monetary scale, a gorgeous pair of wings to show, a creature to fawn over. To bask in the effervescent glow of. He knows his worth. He knows what he's meant to be worth. What he should mean to every human he comes into contact with-- the gem of their collection. The world they now own. So why, why would you just abandon him after purchasing him at the latest auction house? Send him to live at the reserve after he's already decided that you have the honor of being his human, huh?

Kim Seokjin has always been the type to adjust to his reality with every new owner he has, yet he just can't stop himself from becoming fixated on you. From never wanting to leave your side-- not even for a moment. From thinking about you every waking moment you're apart. From wanting to be liked by you. From wanting to belong to you-- not as a pet, but as something so much more. You were kind when you met him, even more so when he sees you at the reserve. You show him things he never thought possible, you let him live. You treat him not as a toy, never force him to do anything, not once. You, yourself, might just be a butterfly. One with their wings clipped. Seokjin has always hated collars. The stupid, diamond encrusted things his past owners forced on him as a show of wealth. But you... with you he wonders hopes that someday you might just don him with the same. Maybe he can put one on you, too.

Min Yoongi

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ species: fat-tail scorpion

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ classification: Obsessive Type » 2/10

Min Yoongi never thought himself to be much in the world. His mother made sure he knew that ever since he was young. A scorpion is nothing to be proud of. Nothing to shine light on. Nothing that could ever make the world happy in some sort of meaningful way. They are creatures of destruction-- bred for a bid of power. To be used in wars for their poison. To instill fear deep in ones bones from a single glance. So how come, exactly, were you never scared of him? Why did you always seem so light, so happy around the terrible, brooding man? Why did you live with your head in the clouds? Why were you still friends with him even after you knew what he was? What he could do? After the way others looked at you, judged you for even being around him? All questions Yoongi asked, yet never thought to ever find the answers to. Never thought to let himself agree with the simplest conclusion of. Yoongi's entire life he's pushed away the obvious, even more so with his hybrid side. Never letting his true thoughts be heard, nor his wildest whims carried. It's no wonder he's such a stranger from his own feelings, his own instincts. But once you finally accept him... it's unfortunate how quickly it all goes out the window. His restraint lost, his hybrid side taking up much more space than it ever did before. You're all he can think about. All he wants to be around. All he can ever hope to love and exist as in the world. He sees you in everything-- he thinks. And though he tries desperately to hold it back, because of how long he's tried to hold back his feelings, his obsession is only getting worse. Thankfully his new friend Namjoon is ready to help him navigate all of these new emotions bubbling up inside.

** though during his actual fic he doesn't really appear yandere, the further along into his relationship with you, the worse he becomes. Probably maxing out at a 4/10-5/10.

Jung Hoseok

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ species: warrior wasp

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ classification: Sadistic Type » 8/10

Hoseok has always lived his life exactly the way he desires. Spending his days flying around the rainforest, taking what he pleases from others, playing tricks on those below him. Coming home to his nest with his siblings, living without regard or care for anyone other than those he calls family. Living the way a hybrid should live. That they deserve to live. Wasps are practically gods among mortals, aren't they? Stronger, faster, better. That sounds right, doesn't it? A god among men. Something that should be worshiped. It's safe to say that Hoseok himself has a god complex, though he would deny that fact. He would just say he wants to have fun-- that he deserves to have fun, no matter who else might come in the way of that. Cocky, arrogant, mean. He doesn't quiet care how he is described by others as long as he knows their place. And deep, deep in the Amazon Rainforest, there isn't much to stop him, is there? Well, other than the first appearance of humans that he's ever seen. A cute little researcher leading the way, smelling so good. So delicious. Exactly like the nectar of his favorite flower. Like the jungle after a fresh rain. The best part? You wants to know everything about him. Fawn over him like he knows he deserves. Doesn't mind when he plays little games. Wants to know his whole world. You aren't supposed to leave. He knows that with his entire being. Knows you belong to him. You're his favorite toy, his mate. You're not leaving. You're. Not. Leaving. Didn't you know going into this that warrior wasps have some of the most painful stings?

Kim Namjoon

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ species: honey bee

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ classification: Possessive Type » 7/10

Home to the reserve since birth, Namjoon knows a thing or two about how everything functions. The fine-tuned intricacies interlaced behind the surface, the projects going on throughout, the way the gears grind almost so perfectly together to keep everything functioning so smoothly. It's safe to say he knows everything-- he makes sure he does. The taste of knowledge is so sweet, he knows he could never turn away. He helps the new members of the park adapt smoothly, makes sure to help out with the hive. Oh, and of course help out the sweet little director of the park. He would never be so cold as to turn you down, anyway. You've grown so close over the years-- he was the one to first help you gain your bearings when you first took on the job. He's the one to bring you flowers when you've had a hard week. He's the one to put a blanket over your shoulders if you fall asleep at your desk. He's always there. He just makes sure of it. Because there's just something so beautiful about knowledge, you know? Something so deep, so raw, about knowing every little thing about somebody-- everybody that Namjoon can't turn himself away from. Knowledge enlists power. It instills fear. He wants you. And he knows. He's going to figure out everything about you. Just so he can have you. So he can make you his little puppet. Secrets are such dangerous things. You should know that. You do know that. But he, he knows there's something off about you. And once he finds out what, there's no going back.

Park Jimin

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ species: cobalt blue tarantula

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ classification: Clingy Type » 5/10

It's just too hard to be a spider!! Jimin's known it for as long as he can remember-- well, as long as he's been at the reserve, anyway. People there think you're scary so they don't give you any snacks, security removes your webs when they become too prominent around the landscape, not to mention the sun!! Oh god, and don't even get him started on his fangs. He loves them, they're so pretty-- he knows he's pretty, but they're just a pain! Nothing to properly bite to take away the itch!! Uhg!! Being a spider is just so hard!! But you, sweet sweet you just make it so easy. Ah! Wait, no. He's getting ahead of himself again. He has to remind himself to be patient-- oh so patient with you. It's not your fault you're just a little human, that you just need a little more coaxing than most. That you need time to understand him. To understand his raw, unfiltered desires. Oh, the things he would do to you if you did. The things he's going to do once you do. It was never his intention to stumble into your home, in fact, he had no inkling to do the sort. But he needed to get out, he needed to leave the reserve. To explore. His skin burned to go, the words of his bestfriend ushering him along the way. It was fate he found your home. A sign that you were meant to be. And every since that day, a moment has not gone by that he hasn't thought of you. Hasn't worked on planning his next move to have you. Because human's are fragile, you know? They need time. They need space. But Jimin-- he wants neither. He wants you all for himself. He needs you to want him like he wants you. Every waking second. Every moment. And maybe... maybe someday he'll wrap you up tight enough, pretty enough to show you what real love is.

Kim Taehyung

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ species: domestic silk moth

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ classification: Impulsive Type » 9/10

Kim Taehyung... he's another breed of creature entirely. Everyone at the park knows it-- his best friends especially. An amalgamation of nothing and everything. Something that is so easy to read yet difficult to decipher. The type of person to live off of their will alone, not caring for anyone else, nor the consequences their actions may hold. If Taehyung wills it, that's simply how it's going to be. So why... why exactly do you make everything so difficult for him? Things should be so simple-- they always are in his world. He wants a specific tree or cave in the park, the others give it to him. He wants attention from specific visitors, the others leave to let him have it. He wants to leave the park, play another cute little game of cat and mouse with you-- he knows you'll follow him in the end. Or else. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty. He doesn't care about hurting people to get what he wants. See, it's simple, right? So why the fuck are you so difficult? He doesn't give a shit about all this human garbage. You should feel the same way he does about you. You should just accept his courting gifts without a second thought. You should be his mate and have his mark on you already. You should be living in his nest with him. But you fucking aren't and it's pissing him off. C'mon, it should just be so easy to give in-- he's so nice to you when you behave. He's such a good moth for you. He listens when you tell him no. And eventually you will give in. He knows it. In fact, he's sure you're already in love with him. You're mates. As far as he's concerned, you feel it too. At least, you will soon.

Jeon Jungkook

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ species: black garden ant

⊹  ׁ   ݂┊ ⭔ classification: Worship Type » 8/10

Jungkook loves his colony more than anything else in the world. It's all he's ever known, all he's ever grown up with, all he's ever learned to care about. The good of the colony is more important than anything else in an ants mind-- of course it is. It's bred into their blood, their genes speaking for them more than anything else. Bring home food for everyone else some days, help with the ever expanding tunnel system the next. Do everything for the sake of the colony, for the queen. Only, there was a seamless little mess-up in poor Jungkook's life. Something an ant hybrid never expects, but cant be more thrilled about. You see, ant hybrids don't have mates. That little thing is a simple fact of nature, of life. Something inherent in their beings for the good of the colony-- to make sure their priorities don't wonder. Of course they still mate, they still breed. But an ant with a mate... that means something far greater than a home colony can hold. Jungkook never anticipated finding a mate. Thought he would just settle down with someone he could be happy enough with. But now... now everything is different. Everything has changed from the second he laid eyes on your form sitting on the picnic blanket. And Jungkook knows he's loved you more than he's ever loved his own queen-- his own colony. Maybe he loves you more than life itself. For when an ant hybrid has a mate, it means the formation of something new, of something greater. Of a new colony, with a new queen. And you, you're everything he's ever wanted. You're his queen.

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[opt1mistic]

post-apocalyptic au with childhood bsf rin. cw. sfw, slight angst, implied suicide, it’s all happy tho…

it’s cold. again.

you had forgotten how many nights you’ve spent curled up like this, with rins hoodie wrapped around you, backs turned to the cold world that is now, the fire down to its last flicker. the sky is gray; a dark cloud of fear that crawls up your spine like a long-legged spider. the trees are dead, stripped of leafs, not a sound from the outside. the strange smell of ash and rotten wood filling your nostrils.

and yet—he’s warm.

rins arms are wrapped around you keeping you as close to him as he could, he was afraid of what would happen if he didn’t. and yours embrace him and his heat.

you’ve learned his heartbeat by now, the exact rhythm of it when he’s falling asleep, or when he’s scared but pretends not to be.

you remember what it sounded like before the world ended. before it wasn’t just the two of you alone; a quiet song, like a bird chippering in the early mornings of dawn.

“you’re shivering.” he murmurs.

“i’m fine.”

he doesn’t answer, just shifts a little closer, pressing his forehead to yours. his breath ghosts over your cheek, and it smells like smoke and dried berries.

“you used to get cold like this at sleepovers,” he says, voice hoarse. “remember?”

you blink. “you remember that?”

“of course i do. you always pretended you weren’t freezing, just like now.”

you manage a tired smile. “you always gave me your hoodie.”

“still do.”

there’s silence again. not the hollow kind, not the kind that echoes. it’s the kind that hums quiet and steady, like a pulse. the kind that says you’re still here, he’s still here—wrapped around you, heart beating like it remembers what it’s for. and somehow, in the wreckage of everything, he’s still yours.

“I miss it.” you whisper.

“the world?”

“no… just the before.”

you feel him nod against your temple. “me too.”

and then, after a long pause, that felt like the world was holding its breath, he says it, like the words might shatter in his mouth:

“i think i’ve only kept going because of you.”

your breath catches.

you don’t say anything back, you just pressed your face into his neck and let yourself believe it’s okay to fall asleep like this—safe in rins arms, with nothing left but each other.

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ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　you encounter a few problems in your apartment. luckily, your handy next door neighbor comes to your rescue. his kindhearted actions keeps leaving you speechless.

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　fluff, swearing, pet names, tension, little angst, reader has arachnophobia (semi self-indulgent), terrible military knowledge, backstories, miguel is a sweetheart

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a quiet saturday to relax.

the gloomy weather as a cherry on top. gray, puffy clouds covering the sky. gentle breezes passing by, flowing through the trees. the forecast said it would rain later in the afternoon. oh it’s just perfect.

the perfect weather to snuggle on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you, a few snacks on the coffee table, watching your favorite movie or show, and luna laying beside you. the perfect day off.

as you head to the bathroom and turn on the light, there is a thick black spider in the corner of the ceiling. you let out a terrified scream like you’ve seen a horrifying monster. well, technically spiders are horrifying creatures to look at. not to mention your terrible case of arachnophobia. you’ve hated spiders since you were a child. while playing outside with the neighbor kids, a spider was crawling on your arm and you screamed bloody murder.

you’ve been traumatized since.

when you lived with your parents and roommates in college, someone else would kill the spider when you found one. they were understanding, although they would pick fun at you sometimes.

but now, as a young adult living on her own, there’s a fucking spider in your bathroom and the entire floor must’ve think you’re being murdered.

luna is barking and running up to you as you bolted out the bathroom. she barks when you’re scared. you try calming her down so your neighbors don’t get upset while your heart is pounding like a fucking drum. blood pressure through the roof.

you screamed so damn loud that someone is knocking on your door.

oh fuck.

the last thing you want is an upset neighbor and might dial 911 for a ridiculous misunderstanding.

approaching and opening the door with shaky hands, your next door neighbor stands in front of you with the biggest concerned look on his face.

“what happened? are you hurt?” he sounds a bit breathless. eyes filled with panic and chest heaving.

a huge wave of embarrassment hits you, making you grimace. you were right, your neighbor believes you are screaming bloody murder.

“no no, i’m fine. it’s just— oh god.” you groan, that wave of embarrassment hitting you like a fucking brick. a hand covering your face, rubbing the temples of your forehead frustratingly.

his frown deepens, growing more concern. miguel was about to repeat the two questions but you manage to speak up again.

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you, i just—“

“what happened?” he sounds more serious, desperately wants to know the issue.

you close your eyes and inhale a deep breath, preparing to embarrass yourself in front of your next door neighbor. “there’s a big ass spider in my bathroom and i freaked out.”

you spit it out so quickly that you believe he can’t understand at first, but he did.

a big weight was lifted off his chest. the panic leaving his body. you aren’t hurt, that’s good. his expression relaxes a bit but his brows remain furrowed.

a spider scared you, seems natural.

but the scream you made tells him that you are deadly afraid of it. a scream that made his heart stop. miguel never bolted out his apartment so quickly.

“do you need me to kill it?”

you finally look up at him, taken aback by his offer. “oh- no, it’s okay. i’ll probably just spray poison.”

from a great distance, you thought.

“i’ll kill it so you’ll feel safer.” miguel insists.

did this man just make your heart skip a beat for the millionth time?

yes, he did.

you shake your head. “no, it’s okay, seriously. i don’t wanna bother you with my stupidity.”

“hermosa, leaving you alone with a spider that made you scream will bother me.”

how is this man so fucking nice?

you also don’t miss the new pet name, making your cheeks more warm than they already are.

a hinge of guilt lingers in your heart. this man has fixed enough of your problems, he can’t fix more. especially a stupid one like this one. although he did insist on you asking him for help when needed. and you know he won’t stop insisting until you give up.

with a quiet sigh, you accept. “alright…”

moving to the side, you allow him to enter your apartment once again. you show miguel to the bathroom, stopping in front of the door. you offer him the poison but miguel insists toilet paper is enough. his hand will finish the job. although, he still takes the poison as extra precautions.

miguel notices the hesitation and fear illustrated on your face. the noticeable distance you set yourself between the bathroom door. your hands folded together and pressed against your chest, a sign of fear. the sight makes him frown.

he also noticed the lack of eye contact. miguel can sense the embarrassment and it’s completely understandable. he doesn’t blame you one bit.

although, he does wish to see your eyes for a second.

as miguel heads into the bathroom to deal with the bitch ass spider, leaving the door closed so you don’t witness it, you remain outside waiting anxiously. scooping up luna in your arms and holding her for comfort. the harsh thud makes you jump a little.

miguel killed it. bless him.

you hear the toilet flushing as miguel exits the bathroom. the bitch is gone for good.

“it was hideous.” he says amusingly.

you softly chuckle. “yeah, thank you.”

“of course. you okay, now?”

“yeah now that the bitch is gone.” that earns you a soft chuckle from him. “sorry for scaring you, you probably thought i was murdered or something.”

“you did sounded terrified but i’m glad you weren’t hurt. it’s okay, don’t feel bad about it.”

“my bad case of arachnophobia explains it all.” a soft, awkward chuckle escapes your lips.

he frowns ever so slightly, lightly nodding. “it’s understandable. if there’s a spider, don’t hesitate to call me over.” miguel said sincerely.

this man keeps making your heart flutter with his sweet acts of service and kindness.

walking back to the living room, you past by your bookshelf which miguel stops in front of when he notices one of the shelves is slightly crooked.

“you need a new shelf.”

his statement makes you turn around, glancing at the crooked shelve. “oh- well, it isn’t that bad. it seems fine.” you shrug.

miguel looks at you with a disbelief expression. “fine? chica, the poor shelf is on the verge of breaking.” he gestures at the shelves. “those books will fall.”

you wave off with a hand. “it’s fine, give it three more months then it will collapse.”

to you, it really did seem like it was just slightly misplaced and can still manage.

to miguel, the shelve looks like on its last brink considering the amount of books on it.

you have a lot of books, he thinks to himself.

it’s not a bad thing. people have their hobbies. it’s just fascinating to him. miguel wonders how many books do you read in a week? or maybe even a day?

“give it three more seconds and it will collapse.” he said. “let me fix it for you.”

you simply blink at him, surprised. “no, you don’t have to. you already killed a spider for me, you don’t have to do anything else for me. plus, that isn’t a big a issue so don’t worry.”

“hermosa, do i have to remind you that you can always come to me for help?”

okay, again with the new pet name.

it makes you weak.

“ya sé, but that i don’t need help with that shelf. at least not now, it’s perfectly fine.” you said nonchalantly.

one of his thick brows quirks, a deadpan look settled on his features. “i’m two seconds away from walking back to my apartment to grab my tool box.”

this man really never backs down. there’s really no need for him to fix that dumb little shelf for you. it does look fine, to you at least. but your heart can’t deny his kindness and you know he offered to fix things for you. for free, as a reminder.

there’s no point of arguing because it’ll waste both your time. in the end, you accept his help, causing miguel to break into a little smile.

how could you say no to that smile?

miguel fixes your shelf and you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner. he’s been too invested in fixing it to realize you’re making dinner for you both. that’s how you’re repaying him, he just doesn’t know it yet.

“your shelf is fixed.”

pausing the cooking, you quickly walk over and see the now fixed shelf. not that crooked anymore.

“thank you.” you flash him a smile, he hums in return.

you return to the kitchen, miguel following you curiously after putting away the tools in the box, placing it on the marble counter.

“¿qué estas haciendo?” miguel asks softly beside you, peeking at what you’re cooking.

“teriyaki chicken, one of my favorites.”

“qué rico.” the smell of the sauce invades his senses, causing his stomach to rumble a little.

you feel him stepping away, turning around to see miguel about to put on his shoes.

“adondé vas?”

“home.”

“you’re not leaving without food.”

he quirks a brow amusingly before lightly shaking his head. “i appreciate it, chica but i’m okay, gracias.”

“you helped me today so i’m repaying you with food.” you place your hands on your hips, standing in sassy posture. “i ain’t taking no for an answer.” you smirk.

the hint of authority in your tone intrigues him. his lips match yours. he got a hint of your sass at the bar with all your friends that night. to see your true self, sassy and interesting sense of humor yet caring. just so authentic with some sass, miguel was intrigued.

that’s why he couldn’t stop admiring you that night.

he was given the privilege to see the other side of you, the true side. you aren’t just his neighbor.

“pues… i can’t say no to that smell.” he smirks, eliciting a soft laugh from you.

after serving yourselves, you offer to do it for him since he’s a guest but miguel kindly insists he’ll do it himself and to not worry, you sit at your little dining table across from each other.

“wow… that was the best teriyaki chicken i’ve ever had.” miguel gently wipes his mouth with a napkin.

“oh you’re being too nice now.” you playfully roll your eyes, unable to hide your smile.

“en serio.” he smiles. “it was really delicious. it’s different from other ones i’ve had, it was incredible.”

you shake your head, smiling. “well, kudos to my mom. she makes it the best.”

“she’d be very proud.”

the comment warms your heart.

“reading is your hobby, huh?” he asks.

you nod. “since i was a kid. it relaxes my mind, especially after a long ass day at work.”

“favorite genre?”

“murder mystery, or sci-fi.”

“i noticed the amount.” he gestures at the bookshelf.

“can’t help it, they’re that good.” you chuckle.

miguel chuckles as well. “i don’t doubt it.”

“is building things your hobby?” resting your elbow on the table, you place your chin in your palm.

“robotics club, remember?” a smirk on his face. “still do, when i’m not away.”

“you said you served 9 years, verdad?”

“sí and still counting.”

“what made you decide to sign up, if you don’t mind me asking?”

miguel goes silent for a few seconds. you notice how his eyes immediately tear away from yours. the way his shoulders tensed for a moment.

oh fuck, was that too personal?

you’re about to apologize but he finally speaks.

“my brother wanted to, i signed up with him.” miguel reveals. “he always wanted to join the military since we were kids. he wanted to be a soldier, like the bucket o’ soldiers from toy story. i couldn’t let him out of my sight so signed up with him.”

your heart warms at the adorable story. “brothers stick together, huh? that’s cute.”

the corners of his lips twitch ever so slightly, not a complete smile like before. “este güey, pinche loco. couldn’t leave him alone for 5 seconds without him getting his ass busted.”

“the glories of having younger siblings.” you chuckle.

miguel nods. “you too?”

“no, i’m actually the youngest.” you laugh softly. “i wasn’t getting my ass busted, though.”

that elicits a chuckle from him. “how many?”

“two, a brother and sister. my sister is the oldest.”

as you tell him stories about you and your siblings, you realize miguel never mentioned his brother’s name. you’re curious to know.

“oh by the way, you never told me your brother’s name.”

you notice his shoulder tense again, seems hesitant to answer your question. it worries you a little. each time you mention his brother, he tenses.

“gabriel.” he reveals.

a nice name.

“it seems like your mom really liked the ‘el’ part.” you joke, softy chuckling.

silence follows after, making you look at him to see the solemn look on his face. his gaze on the empty plate in front of him instead your own.

fuck, you might’ve pushed it too far.

what’s going on with you tonight?

“i’m sorry, that was rude of me to say—“

“don’t be, please.” miguel quickly reassured you. “it’s true, she did like the ‘el’ part. she did like matching things with each other, even with her own kids.” he offers a kind, small smile. his gaze back on yours.

his smile makes you feel a little better. you offer one of your own, sharing gentle smiles.

glancing at the two empty plates, you reach to collect his plate but miguel grabs it and yours, standing up from his seat.

“wait, i got it—“

“don’t worry, chica. i can take them for you.”

“you’re a guest, you shouldn’t have to.” you try to take the dirty plates from him but miguel slowly moves them out from your reach.

“you cooked for me, i should wash them.” he insists in a gentle manner.

“es mi casa, i’m the one who should wash them.”

“at least let me help you.” miguel pleads.

you really insist that he shouldn’t since he’s a guest but you know arguing over a topic that doesn’t need to be argued about is unnecessary.

you accept his help but only to pass the dishes, you still insist on washing them. miguel simply laughs at your stubbornness but agrees, saying as long as he gets to help you. plus, you can’t deny that smile.

once the dishes are done, it’s time for miguel to return to his home considering it’s dark outside.

“thanks for your help today.”

“siempre. your dinner was delicious, gracias.”

“be expecting that more often.” you smirk.

“you don’t have to, chica.”

“i want to, it’s my gratitude.”

miguel can’t help but chuckle, appreciating your kindness. luna slowly approaches him, her tail wagging as she sniffs at his feet.

“she likes you.” you glance down at her with a smile.

“i’m glad she approves.” he jokes.

you say goodnight each other, thanking miguel one last time before he leaves. you close the door once you see him enter his place. scooping luna in your arms and shutting off everything in the kitchen, you head to your room for the night.

just as you past by, you stop in front of the bookshelf. you stare at the newly built shelf miguel did for you today. the sight and memory makes the corner of your lips curl up into a smile.

a memory you won’t forget.

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⠀⠀✸⠀⠀note.⠀⠀special shout-out to @aphinthestars for the bookshelf idea! thanks for helping! dedicate this chapter to you!

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[party-fic]

Could you do folly x reader headcanons please ^_^

OFC OFC, Super excited for this one Ya'll :D -writing this as GN Reader -Keeping it very fluff!! -Written as Dating, If you'd like something else let me know!!

☆⤍Folly x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ In general, your relationship is a bit rocky. Luckily, you truly love Folly, but it’s difficult for a being made of nightmares to accept that someone loves them as they are. She understands, though—it just takes time. Be patient, and the moon will shine through the clouds.

☆⤍ As time goes on and Folly starts to accept your love, she finds small ways to show her own. Whether it’s keeping nightmares away and giving you calm, dreamless sleep or lurking protectively over you in public, keeping people at bay, she’s quiet about her affection—but it’s there.

☆⤍ Speaking of being in public, Folly hates PDA. She’ll stand close and stare down anyone who gets too near, but holding hands? Kissing? You’d have an easier time herding bees.

☆⤍ In private, she lets a lot more slide. She’ll let you plant kisses along her jagged face, hold her clawed hands gently, and even use her as a pillow while she watches you sleep. Her staring can be unnerving, but you know it’s filled with love. ☆⤍ Since Folly doesn’t need food or sleep, many of your dates consist of her watching you do things—cooking, cleaning, taking a nap. Folly is content to sit and stare the whole time. The normalcy is a nice balance to the terror and fear that follow her.

☆⤍ That said, she’s not ashamed of your relationship. She wouldn’t go around boasting, but if someone asked, she’d answer easily: "Yes, they're mine. Why? Are you upset that even I can find someone to love me and you can’t?"

☆⤍ Folly would love "tormenting" you with playful pranks—like hiding spiders or creepy crawlies around your home. She’d make random visits, enjoying the thrill of seeing your heart skip at her shadow. Once the fear and shock fades, You'd always offer you're her to seat and some coffee.

☆⤍ She’d snatch you up from behind out of nowhere, just picking you up for no reason other than that it’s funny as hell. Again, Seeing you scared and surprised makes Folly feel alive.

☆⤍ Folly’s powers may be limited outside her realm, but she’d be damned to hell before letting anything happen to you. Sure, she’ll mess with you, but if anyone dares to offend or harm you, their life becomes a waking nightmare. Restful sleep? Forget it.

☆⤍ She would, and probably has, recruited you to help torment people. She’s a horrible influence—don’t let her near children. "Good, good, now make fun of their relationship with their parents."

[maivolpe]

Peter Parker x female!reader (established relationship)

Imagine if Peter finally brought his gf to the tower

Everyone would be so happy for Peter, and tony would give her wanrjngs ofc

this is an alternate universe where the events of civil war never happened, but tony still called peter in. and let’s not talk about how i’m over a year late… life caught up to me. if you’ve stuck around, i appreciate you! thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader cw: mentions of anxiety, mentions of alcohol, threats wc: 1.4k

“honey, why are you fidgeting?” peter asked, gently grasping your fingers to keep you from pulling on the hem of your sweater.

you sighed, giving his hands a small squeeze. "i'm scared, pete. they're a huge part of your life. what if they don't like me?"

he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "i promise they'll love you, bug. how could they not?"

you managed a wobbly smile, and concern clouded peter's face. "how about this, honey? if they don't like you, i'll quit. i'll pack everything up and leave. we're a package deal, yeah?"

he extended his pinky, prodding yours.

"no, that's so stupid. this is- you love everything about them, and this job. i could never make you do that."

peter wrapped his pinky around yours and grinned. "good, because it's not going to happen."

a small ding preceded the elevator slowing to a stop, and your heart once again raced. you knew it was stupid, you knew they wouldn't be anything but kind to you. and yet, the same little voice that told you peter was too good for you was talking.

it didn't have much time, however, because the elevator doors slid open.

in front of you stood a massive workshop, high-tech equipment stuffed in every corner. screens mounted high on the walls blinked with all sorts of blueprints, while robots scuttled across the ground and holograms of iron man suits twirled through the air. both vintage and sports cars lined the back wall, shelves stuffed with funnels, jacks, and batteries. old versions of iron man suits stood displayed across the workshop, all the way from the silver mark two to the flashy mark forty-five.

the real iron man was bent over a table saw in the middle of the workshop. he was clad in a ragged metallica shirt, grease smeared across his face as he ran a sheet of cherry-red metal over the blade. sparks danced up into the air at the contact, just missing his face.

“hey, mr. stark!”

the screech of the saw stopped, though tony didn't look up from his work. a scrap of metal clattered to the floor, and you cringed at the sound.

“hey, pete,” he said.

it was silent for a moment, and peter cleared his throat. tony’s gaze flicked toward you, and you offered him an awkward wave. his eyes widened.

“well jesus, spider-boy, you didn’t tell me you were bringing a lady!”

“sorry,” peter laughed. “this is mr. stark. mr. stark, this is…”

"oh, she needs no introduction!"

he leapt up from his desk, tossing his plastic safety glasses to the side before pulling you into an embrace. he smelled like smoke, and your eyes stung with it.

"nice to meet you, mr. stark," you said, muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt.

"nice to meet you, kiddo." tony leaned in close to your ear to whisper. "you hurt him, we hurt you."

you blinked. "um-"

"kidding, i'm kidding. but seriously," he said, straightening up and walking back to his saw. "don't try it."

"i-i won't."

peter shot tony a glare before taking your hand in his. "come on, bug, let's go meet the rest."

"bug? that's adorable. think i should try that on pepper?"

"shut up, mr. stark!"

peter led you across the floor, through a set of doors, and up a flight of stairs. when he ceased to hear your footsteps pattering behind him, he glanced back at you. you stood three or four steps down, mouth agape at the majesty of the space in front of you.

it was the floor of the avengers tower that you'd become accustomed to seeing, in the back of peter's selfies and facetime calls, but pictures didn't do it or its inhabitants justice. beautiful paintings were hung across the walls, antiquated weapons were illuminated in glass cases, and intricate centerpieces adorned a dark wooden dining table. bookshelves lined the hardwood floors, full of armor and games and magazines. light streamed in from frosted glass windows and glowed from lamps set in every corner.

the kitchen was just as impressive, overflowing with bowls of fresh fruit, all sorts of cutlery, and every cooking gadget you could dream of. some shelves were full of cookbooks and ingredients, others displaying china and cocktail glasses. the sleek silver appliances glinted in the sunlight, only compounding your overwhelming sense of just how expensive everything was.

the scarlet witch stood at the stove, stirring the contents of a pot that smelled heavenly. across the room, sprawled on an orange couch, was black widow. the opposite couch held sat captain america and the falcon, deep in conversation.

peter's voice echoed across the room when he spoke.

"hey, i, uh, brought you guys a friend."

every head turned, and suddenly, all eyes were on you. silence hung heavy in the air, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"well, don't stare the poor thing down," natasha said.

somehow, just like that, the tension was gone.

wanda smiled brightly from her spot in the kitchen, offering you a wave with her free hand. "i like your sweater!"

"thank you!"

steve rose to his feet and shook your hand firmly. "i hope tony didn't scare you too badly."

you chuckled. "no, he's just... a little intense."

natasha laughed, shifting to one side of the couch to make space for you. "that's a nice way of putting it."

you settled next to her gratefully, and she offered you a warm smile.

"he's going crazy because rhodey's not here to keep him in check," sam said.

"when does he get back?" peter asked. "i have an idea for a new attachment for his suit."

"he has a committee meeting in d.c.," natasha said. "he should be back in a week."

peter frowned. "why does he have to be gone for so long?"

"do not be upset that colonel rhodes has a job and you are unemployed," a new voice spoke from behind the couch.

you snickered at the betrayed look on peter's face.

the android floated around the corner, extending a vibranium hand. "i am vision."

you shook his hand. "nice to meet you."

peter didn't want to let the subject drop. "being spider-man is my job," he argued.

you saw your chance to tease him, and took it. "then where are those paychecks?"

peter's jaw dropped, and before you could protect yourself, he was lunging forward, fingers tickling under your shirt. you squealed and squirmed behind natasha, who stared daggers at your boyfriend until he backed down.

steve smiled. "i like you. you're good for the kid."

"yeah, he needs humbled sometimes," sam agreed.

the conversation continued around you, and while you didn't contribute much, they made sure to include you. you found you loved observing the avengers' dynamic, their quick banter and easy laughter captivating you. it felt like, well, a family.

wanda called to you from the kitchen, her voice pulling you out of your reverie. "i am making lunch, would you like a plate?"

you shook your head. "that's very kind, but you don't have to."

"no, i insist."

"trust her," sam offered. "she's a great cook."

you relented. "if you're sure, wanda, i'd love a plate."

everyone gathered at the kitchen table while wanda served up lunch. peter pulled a chair up next to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"having fun?"

"so much," you smiled.

wanda had made dumplings, and they were indeed delicious. you were glad you had taken her up on her offer. they even seemed to sate peter's superhuman appetite- he sat back in his chair after only six.

tony passed through the kitchen, even dirtier than before, if that was possible. now a whole sleeve of his shirt was singed off. he grabbed a plate with stained fingers and loaded it with dumplings.

"these are great," he managed between bites.

"they're better if you chew them," steve mumured.

"hop off, old man. not like you could chew with those dentures anyways."

he finished his plate and set it on the table, grabbing a bottle of scotch from the shelf. natasha and steve exchanged looks while he poured himself a glass.

"underoos, do me a favor and bring your aunt over next."

he strutted out of the room before peter could let out an exasperated 'mr. stark!'

when you had finished your dumplings, peter cleared both of your plates and returned to your side.

"ready to go, baby?"

"pete, could we actually... stay a while?”

you swore you'd never seen peter as happy as he looked in that moment. he was positively beaming, eyes alight with pride.

"we can stay as long as you want, bug."

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ko-fi ♡

[lire-casander]

@neurodivergent-fangirling, i hope you like this little sequel to wild!

ribs

It’s a strange feeling what settles in Charles’s ribs as he withdraws from their celebratory embrace after they’re told they’re finally safe from the afterlives they dread. Its him square where his heart would be beating.

It's fluttery, as though a million butterflies had found their home in between his ribs, sliding against his incorporeal frame and making him feel dizzy with their movement.

It’s not something he has never felt before, but it’s definitely stronger than anything he’s experienced before. And Charles suspects what it is, because he’s not a fool despite his goofiness.

Knowing its name only makes it more real, and it scares Charles shitless.

He’s been trying to mend his relationship with Edwin ever since that night at Point No Point, when Charles had force-fed the Night Nurse to Angie in a bout of anger and grief. Back then, he’d rejected Edwin’s touch—something he knows Edwin doesn’t give as freely as Charles does—and in doing so he’d hurt Edwin’s feelings. Even though Edwin had later assured him that everything was mint between them, Charles knew better. He knew Edwin would close off, shrugging that incident like he usually did when he felt he wasn’t enough.

Edwin shouldn’t feel like he isn’t enough, because he is. He is the sun and the moon and the stars and the clouds and the whole rainbow.

Charles is so, so fucked.

He hadn’t realized that the feeling sinking in his gut whenever Edwin had been away with Monty—or talking about Monty—had been jealousy all along. Charles had only admitted it to himself after Edwin had confessed about liking boys, right before anger had taken the place of jealousy when he’d learned about the Cat King’s shenanigans.

Charles had almost lost Edwin to Hell, then. He’d begged the Night Nurse to be sent down there, he’d managed to rescue Edwin from that abominable spider, and then he’d mucked it all up by not reciprocating Edwin’s words on those stairs.

The thing is, he didn’t reciprocate the words, because back then he couldn’t label what he felt, but that didn’t mean he didn’t reciprocate the feelings.

And now, as they settle back to their routine in London—free from Hell and Death—Charles has discovered that he is very much in love with his best mate.

The butterflies underneath his ribs flutter wildly as he watches Edwin exhale in relief, taking a step away from him to sit at the desk. The lines marring Edwin’s forehead as of lately—the ones Charles has wanted to kiss away for some time now—have disappeared. He looks up at Charles with a soft smile, and then it dawns on Charles.

They could have been everything. But, because of him, Edwin thinks they will never be more than just friends.

The butterflies still, and Charles makes a silent vow to himself. He’s going to prove to Edwin that they’re destined to something much bigger than friendship.

They are destined to forever.

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[mrrainys]

some of my personal head canons since I realized I haven’t done this yet:

pidge and shiro are left handed, hunk and allura are right handed and keith and lance are ambidextrous

shiro was born in tokyo but moved to seattle when he was 5 because his aunt died and his family wanted to start somewhere new.

allura is really good at pottery

hunk is afraid of spiders and doesn’t understand how lance could easily move one from the wall without rethinking his housing options

lance has an american accent because he used to consume a lot of american media, one day he pulled up to a family function and talked to his extended family from america with their accent and they were bamboozled and he’s like “you guys talk you have clouds in your throat and a rainbow that stretches your words wide it’s not that hard”

coran met alfor in a library and had the most cliche rom com experience

lotor used to be a dancer

matt is allergic to peanuts

keith being from texas is a running joke among the paladins after multiple ppl (usually folks with basic googled knowledge of the paladins) kept making that mistake due to a rumor about his dad being named Texas; he’s actually from phoenix arizona ☝️🤓

allura’s mother is named layan and she was born into royalty, Alfor married into the family.

alfor and honerva have known each other since they could walk (they were childhood friends <33)

adam is a guy who knows exactly what he wants but unfortunately he has the most scattered brain ever so he’s very messy in terms of paperwork

shiro met pidge when he went over to their house during one winter break and she instantly liked him bc he coincidently brought over her favorite game for them to play

hunk tried to make a communication system for them to contact to their parents which ended up backfiring so he made a camera and started recording each new dish he learned as sort of a file to show his parents

Lance and Shiro used to stay up (back when voltron was so new) because neither of them could sleep. Lance always bumped into Shiro while he was training and he talked to him until he fell asleep. (back at home he always used to sleep around noise and it wasn’t until they settled down and finally processed they’re away from home did his room start to sound too quiet so him being near Shiro beating a mannequins ass helps a little bit.)

speaking of which shiro never actually used to actively talk to the paladins unless it’s for training or anything related to voltron, other than that he was just politely greeted them whenever they bumped into each other, and lance was one of the paladins he really got to know

pidge loves to randomly scare ppl by standing near a door and waiting for them or just popping out of no where and start info dumping

the lions used to be an ancient galran spirit that split into 5 (each with their own personality and mind) due to mysterious reasons (the closest answer being daibazaal becoming unstable) and with the help of altean magic and a trans reality comet alfor created voltron.

allura has always looked up to honerva everytime she came over suddenly allura is doing all the house work instead of the housekeepers and she’s begging her dad to let her use the observatory so she can show honerva her knowledge about the outside world (she is NOT sheltered :((( she doesn’t understand why her friends say that…) alfor doesn’t get it HE can do everything honerva can do and he cries about it to the paladins.

Hunk has a scar on his foot that he got because he fell out of a tree once

James and Keith had the most obnoxiously loud rivalry ever like the adults in their life push it to make them hate each other (bc they had beef with keith and tried to make him look as bad as possible) and it failed miserably bc it just ended up making their interactions the most oddly gay thing to witness they could be in class and next thing you know they’re in each other’s faces whispering a little too loudly and the whole class is like …. ???? side eyeing them

Lance has dated like one girl back in elementary school and they got married near a tree

shiro met adam through matt

pidge is into Minecraft there’s something about her that screams Minecraft or honestly Zelda

Coran was in a boy band for 5 years and died of embarrassment when he found out Alfor knew some of their songs (he started playing one and coran just saw his life flash before his eyes)

one day coran is talking to allura and he leads her to his room and he’s rambling about his legacy or something and she just stops to stare at his wall. The wall that has that gay ass portrait of him and Alfor and (she doesn’t have any photos of her family since they didn’t have time to pack) she’s like… now…. I could’ve just gone to YOUR room this entire time ….

pidge has the worst period cramps and will dramatically fall onto the ground anytime it hits. They’re in the middle of talking about a plan and she’s screams scaring the shit out of everyone

kolivan had a kid who died because the empire targeted him and he’s very protective of the younger members. he sees a lot of his kid in keith

allura has always wanted a sibling or at least a friend that has a lot more in common with her to play with when she’s away from school friends so when she found out zarkon and honerva were a thing whenever she came over she’d specifically tell Zarkon to not fumble this for her and he’s like “wdym for you…?” and she stares at him scaring him a little.

lance’s favorite thing was going to the beach when he was younger and since allura was learning some things about earth the first thing he did when coming home was show allura to the beach

zarkon has always wanted a girl and honerva wanted a boy instead of those gender reveal parties they asked black (the black lion) for a third opinion and whatever black said would end up happening.

they did tell allura when honerva was pregnant to protect and look out for the future baby whenever they’re not around and she cartoonishly was like “i thought you’d never ask don’t worry!! we can be the new generation of paladins together!!” Alfor is just giggling bc she’s so cute and zarkon is like “that’s not how that work-☝️😕“ and honerva is shushes him with a “let her have fun.” and zarkon is like “ykw hell yeah you seem like blue lion material.” and that’s not because her energy is giving the blue paladin. (It is)

lotor had a reverse emo faze and was more of a disney princess. Bro definitely sang through those empty ass halls

Pidge’s family is from California

shsjskssjks lmk if you want more I have like a ton for each character if there are any typos ignore them