#secrets between dimensions

[pbear]

The minute Emily teared up at Brennan mentioning Ludmila's picture, it made me tear up too

[baron-fromthebaronies]

Ayda and Baron would either be the best of friends or worst enemies. There is no in between.

[sergioguymanproust]

A celestial map,I thought at first but then I remembered one of my many out of body experiences as we shamans often take visiting the spaces between dimensions ,the key word to grab is Sacred for many people can’t really understand or explain the meaning of these sacred boards . Many aboriginal people from different parts of the planet describe ,paint and know about the meaning of spirals ,and how concentric circles speak of energy being created and how spirits use the energy to move in and around dimensions . The interconnectedness is so obvious for shamans ,witches and medicine men which often weave energy tapestries just like Tibetan monks create intricate mandalas that are so called mantras ,which for us shamans translate into practically sound maps.I know this sacred board called Shuringa has coded music patterns in it,an aboriginal shaman can read.But i must not reveal the keys to open such doors.Just like a chef has secret ingredients that never reveals ,some codes must be kept secret ,this is a fact among aboriginal people. You see the white men need rockets and maps to travel into outer space, but aboriginal tribes don't, shamans can travel through time because illusions can be crisscrossed without a the need of a physical body.Many of these maps to put it simply are guideline posts to follow or avoid .This is why the white men consider psychotropic substances to be dangerous and detrimental to man and is quickly making them illegal to use ,just look at LSD and how it help by scientists like Francis Crick to gain access to a myriad of codes hidden for centuries useful knowledge that reveal the DNA double helix .Well, enough for now .Science has much to learn from aboriginal people and their spiritual knowledge that is obtained by going out of the body to where the universal knowledge is stored and used by only those souls that are willing to risk a trip out of their shell.We shamans simple know ,and don’t need fancy diplomas to prove their smartness to put down those who never went that route.This is a fact that traditional science will never be able to reconcile,because their egos rule them blindly,sad but true .This is why aboriginal people won’t share these truths with the white men.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

Aboriginal Sacred board Churinga Covered in traditional designs

[dilf-docs]

Call It What You Want

husband!pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: you and pedro are married, but you've kept it a secret up to the point you sometimes forget there's supposed to be a golden band on your finger. but then you both get cast in your first movie together. the chemistry is off the charts, and it starts to catch upon you: will the lines between shipping and reality finally blur?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (ñom), smut, dry humping, oral (m. receiving) while pedro wears the skirt™️ (welcome to another episode of the writer's barely disguised fetish), p. in v., teeny bit of angst because i malfunction if i don't bring sad vibes to the function, the worst ever attempt of comedy witnessed by human kind, they're so down bad it hurts, jealous!reader, possesive!pedro, reader speaks spanish and may or may not have direct/indirect latino blood somewhere, use of spanglish but no translations ☹️ (boo go do your homework, citizens. that's what u get for making my dieter bravo fic flop BYE), i transcripted two real interviews for this so keep those likes, reblogs and comments up in the air where i can see 'em 🪓🪓

word count: 11,706 words

side note: hello! this is me, sliding my cv to become president of the pedro pascal fics. i'm kidding, just on duty to fulfill another request 🫡 believe it or not, i envisioned something like this but for myself IJBOL we have to keep the delusional levels UP!! i hope this meets ur expectations, it was fun to write :)

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"Please welcome, the internet's newest darling, Y/n L/n!"

You walk into the set, cameras flashing bright and the band playing on the back. You hug Jimmy Fallon, and when he notices your body trembling he tells you everything will be alright. So did your manager before you stepped inside, but you can't help the nerves. You've never been this big before, and now it's all coming down together without letting you breath.

You take your seat and so does Jimmy.

"Hello, Y/n. This is your first time here, right?"

"Am I being too obvious?" you snort. The crowd laughs with you.

"Don't worry. It happens, especially when you're so young"

"Oh, please" you blush. "I can promise you there are kid actors who could handle this better than I am right now"

"Kid stars?" he lets out one of his famous cackles. "No need to be humble. You are great! Let's just talk about the year you've had: big breakout roles, ascend to fame, you're rocking it!" the crowd cheers, and you again turn into a flustered mess.

"Yeah, I suppose. It's hard to dimension when you've started as an extra for popular shows, to now being, you know, the main face of projects. But I could get used to it" you smile, "it's been a dream. I still can't believe it sometimes, look- I'm shaking"

The camera pans closer to the hand you're showing to Jimmy.

"Oh my God, even big stars like you get nervous"

"Big star? I wish I could feel like a constellation. I'm feeling more like a red dwarf star, baby"

The whole place bubbles in laughter. You feel better, your manager even giving you a thumbs up from behind the cameras.

"So, Y/n" Jimmy says once the laughter dies. "You just got casted in the upcoming Gladiator II movie, directed by Ridley Scott. How does it feel to be on your first big movie, alongside names like Paul Mescal, Denzel Washington and Pedro Pascal?"

You try to steady your heartbeat. "First of all, I have to say, it's such an honor to work with Scott. I grew up watching his movies. Like, Thelma and Louis is definitely my go-to movie. So, like, getting paired with such a talented cast is as awesome as terrifying" you answer with a laugh.

"Talking about that, you see" he leans closer, like he'll tell a secret. "I've heard things about you and a certain future co-star of yours"

You shift your position on the couch, your ring(less) finger itching. You have to avoid breathing in relief when Jimmy pulls out a picture.

"Oh. My. God"

He stiffles a laugh. No way. Has the room's temperature suddenly gotten hotter? Why is your face burning?

"Will you tell us the story behind this?" he asks, the camera focusing on the picture in question. The audience laughs, and you pray to God this is a nightmare, because it's too much embarrasment for a human to bear.

"Okay" you clear your throat, coughing awkwardly. "For my 25th birthday, I uploaded a bunch of pictures on Instagram, including ones where I was a teenager" you begin to giggle, "So. Um, there was this one, you see, that's, me, in my childhood home's bedroom, and my fans were quick to notice the poster above my bed"

"You mean, this one?" and Jimmy points it out. You cover your face with your palms. "It's a... Narcos poster" the audience laughs as you get redder. "A Pedro Pascal's Narcos poster"

"I know" you groan. "Picture this: me 18, and while my friends had posters of their favorite bands and artists, I was so different because I had a whole ass poster of a crime drama show about the world's most famous drug dealer on my bedroom" you recall with a laugh. "It was hard to explain to my mom. I believe she thought I wanted to sign for the DEA or something. When I told her I was going to be an actress, she was so relieved! She said: Oh, well. You'll die, but of hunger! Not a bullet in your head, at least"

"Oh. I'm so sorry. You proved her wrong though!"

"I did! Don't worry, Jimmy. She's my biggest fan now" you look at a specific camera before saying, "Te amo mami!"

"I see you speak spanish. I sometimes forget" he comments. "You've got one thing in common with Pedro, it seems. Think that'll make working with him less awkward?"

"I just hope he forgives me or I'm capable of moving out of the country and changing names" you giggle. "Pedro, lo siento!"

"Well, that's Y/n L/n, everyone! Pedro Pascal's number one fan" you burst out laughing in shame. "More on her lastest movie after the break"

mandoshoney: tell me i'm not the only one who started shipping pedro pascal and y/n l/n PLEASE can't wait to get content of them interacting ㅤㅤann-gell: mandoshoney y/n's pedro pascal's controversially young gf era starts now! i wonder how the press tour for #gladiatorII will go 🤔 unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they are dating ㅤㅤstarlightt180: unhing3dprincess ptwt can never tweet like normal ppl…wdym you're betting your grandma?!!!?

You were never a fan of secrets.

But then Pedro waltzed into your life with his charming smile and iconic mustache, and before you knew it, you had married him off in some church in California one random sunday morning ("I love you so much, can't wait to marry you, cariño" "If you can't wait any longer, why not now?")

Flash forward, four years later, and you'd think such event would be plastered all over the internet. But there is a reason why only you, family, a selected number of friends and your agents knew: you kept it a secret.

To the world, he was Chile's most elegible bachelor and you were a young rising star. The public loved both of you for the same reasons: charming persona and acting skills. Yet inside the privacy of your home, he was Pedro and you were y/n, wife and husband; he was yours as you were his.

And of course, no marriage is perfect, and your first real challenge is rather funny: you both get casted in your first movie together.

It shouldn't be hard, but it is. Being inside the Gladiator II set during seven months, so far away yet so close at the same time, was torture. You were Rome's empress and he's Marcus Acacius, yet behind the scenes, the actual married couple were you both.

It was hard to pretend you didn't know what he looked like without clothes when he wore his bathing suit, or that you didn't know his favorite food when Paul asked, or acting like you weren't interested in dating when a local in Malta during your trip at the beach asked you out (he didn't know who you were. You were flattered when he called you pretty in such a hot European accent, but then Pedro appeared from seemingly "nowhere" and you remembered what your real favorite accent was. He immediately called you bonita after that)

It was so hard to keep hands to yourself when he walked by you, covered in fake blood. To not think about licking it all over and under his armour. So was to pretend the thought of dry humping him with his Roman skirt on wasn't tempting. Or that the urge to kiss him got harder and harder to fight each passing day, even getting to a point where you would envy Connie for being able to kiss your husband in the open more, a privilege you didn't have.

You were loosing your mental health here. But Pedro was no better.

It was so hard to see you, the Moroccan sun shining over your features like you were an angel. Otherworldly. That he'd see red when you'd finish filming a scene with Joseph, forcing himself to interrupt the small chat you'd engage in after. He too couldn't keep pretending he didn't want to tear off those silk dresses out of your body, and kiss you out in the open like Joseph did.

He almost failed once, cornering you in the hallway of the hotel you were staying. His hot breath lingered on your neck. I miss you, he had said. You felt his hard brush the inner of your thigh. We can't, you whispered in a dragged out voice.

It was hard.

So you gave him your used panties, and you swear you could hear him jacking off in the bathroom of his room, next to yours. He'd screamed your name, and your hand had found it's way to your dripping cunt, doing what he was supposed to do; touching you the way he did. And you came, drowned out moans against your pillow. But it wasn't like when he did it.

But God has heard your prayers.

For the first time in weeks, you're lucky. You find Pedro sitting alone in the cafeteria, his phone in hand. He's still wearing his armour and skirt, not bothering to change for the break. You aren't God's strongest soldier, but you're trying not to go down on him so badly right here and now.

"Hey" he raises his head when he hears your voice, smile adoringly. It only grows wider when he notices you alone. "Thought you'd never get rid of Paul. He's like, stitched to you"

"Same can be said about you and Joseph" you sit across him, and despite most of his tone being playful, there are still hints of jealousy behind. It arouses you deeply, and with this hot summer day above you, your skin isn't the only thing that's getting sticky.

"In case you haven't read the script, I'm his wife" you wink. "Sorry this is how you find out"

He laughs loudly, and God, how have you missed that laugh. Sure, it's been there when you've been out with the cast together, but it doesn't tingle your chest as when you're the cause of it; it feels like it's for you only, and that's what makes it special.

"I miss you so much" he whispers, his hand sliding across the table, finding yours. His thumb carresses your soft palm, and you melt under Pedro's tender touch.

"I do too" you sigh, but it's instantly replaced by what could only be described as a smug face. You lean closer, whispering on his ear, the warm meeting cold. He shivers. "Wanna know something?"

"I'm all ears"

"I just came back from walking. Guess what?No one is 'round here" you lean back against your chair, shit-eating grin on your face as all his body tenses up. "Made sure of it. The trailer zone is empty too"

Pedro gulps, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes look at you.

"Y/n" calling your name as a warning.

"What? Can't a girl find ways to have her husband all for herself?" you snort. "Please say yes" you let go of his hand, but the free fingers now travel across his broad chest, taunting him. "C'mon, we both deserve a break"

He can't say deny you anything, can he? You know it, he knows it.

Before you register, his big hand engulfs yours as you run across the set. You giggle at his rushed steps, even more when you stand before his trailer and he's fumbling his slippery hands with the doorknob, sloppy movements erratic.

"But you told me to stop" you tease, and he doesn't even let you add more because he's pushing you inside, forcing you with rough calloused hands to a chair and then you to sit over his lap.

"Fuck, babygirl. I've spoiled you way too much" he groans against your lips. "Lo sabes, ¿verdad? Just can't say no to you"

Your eyes darken dangerously, the hunger on them mirroring his own.

"How could you ever say no to this?"

You press your chest against his broad one as your lip bites into his lower one, teasing. Pedro feels his underwear getting tighter when your tongue finds its way inside his mouth, even getting a glimpse of the taste of the strawberries you had earlier before.

He deepens the kiss, and when you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn't waste his lonely mouth and busies himself with the task of kissing your sun-kissed neck, licking and pressing his lips under your jaw. Pedro goes even lower, down until he's reached your collarbone, making you groan a bit under his wet sloppy needy mouth. He's enjoying how putty you are under his intense kissing, fingers in his curls, that have begun to damp under the ablaze of the small space and pleasure that fills the air.

"Kiss me again in my lips" you whine after a while of him teasing you with kisses that get only rougher. "Pretty please, papi"

You cup his face in your hands, and Pedro's back to kissing you in the mouth, tasting all of your insides as he hasn't had in what feels like a lifetime.

"Of course, baby. Missed this pretty mouth" he mumbles in between hot kisses, his now growing boner pressing into you.

"Baby" you giggle. The skirt he's got on may hide it, but your fingers refused to wait, pulling it up. His bulge presses against the shorts he's got under the skirt, and you can feel your pussy and mouth drool. "We have to do something about this big boy" your hands pull down the short, leaving just his underwear on. He's about to remove the skirt, but your demanding hands stops him. "This stays"

His brown concerned eyes make you laugh, but you don't give him time to think about it, rather grinding against his erection. Pedro's breath hitches when he feels your daring movements, bucking his hips against yours.

The friction is addicting, and he captures your lips once again to make you feel what he can't with words: how fucking good this feels.

You keep moving over his aching dick. Your husband throws his head back, groaning in pleasure at the way your hips move against him, knowingly. His hands find their way to your ass under the flowy almost translucent skirt you chose to change in, gripping the rosy skin tightly, hands almost covering all of it.

"You wore this for me, right, cariño? Knew I couldn't say no" he groans, firm hands on your cheeks, the grinding meeting his hips now harsher. "Less with you walking around with this slutty skirt of yours"

You make little sounds he's obssesed with, dripping out of your filthy mouth.

"Fuck" Pedro groans after a while, "I need to have you, mami. Missed you so much" eager fingers make it to your top. He growls, deep within him―guttural, ready to pull it off as he mumbles naughty wife when he realizes you got no bra on, chastising you for a "rushed" plan that seemed planned all along, when a sound cuts through the air.

You both stop.

The sound gets clearer.

It's a knock. A knock at his door.

A knock in Pedro's trailer.

And you are inside. Both.

While you're grinding him.

With his skirt on.

(It's time to build a bomb and kill yourselves off and whoever is stading behind that door)

"Pedro!" a familiar accent calls. Peudrou. It's Paul. "Hey, man. Just wondering if you are here"

He's debating on speaking up when he sees your red face and rising-falling chest before him.

"Answer" you whisper breathlessly. He tries not to groan when he fills you slip out of the spot in his middle while also trying not to think about murdering Paul as soon as he gets out.

Aside from the order, you're unexpectedly quiet, and Pedro quirks an eyebrow at you. He knows you better―you're his wife after all, and if there's something he's aware of, is your inability to loose.

"I'm here" tone clipped and annoyed. But no footsteps backtracking are heard: the Irish man is still there.

You bite your lip, watching the skirt with his legs spread, a sight too tempting. Also, he was still hard, as hard as the task to not go and keep doing your job.

Oh, fuck this shit.

Your devilish hand equals the grin in your face, fingers making their way toward his unattended bulge.

"What are you doing here?" Paul asks, but Pedro's attention has completely deviated, now focused on how they land right over his clothed dick, skirt pulled up by your other hand. "I thought you were at the cafeteria"

"Yeah?" but it comes out strained, yet the younger man doesn't notice or comment.

His hips raise when your fingers press his member, massaging it.

"Yeah" he uses a tone that equals a duh. "You texted me yourself"

Pedro rolls his eyes, wishing desperately he would go away, annoying him just as much as a fly hovering above fresh food. Talking about food, fuck, weren't you hungry? He tried to warn you, holding your wrist, but all resolve was lost the moment you looked in his eyes: he immediately pulled down his briefs, dick sprouting hard.

"Well, changed my mind" his tone falters in between words, member now free from the confines of his tight underwear.

"Are you tired, man? You sound tired" Paul comments on his tone. "Came to rest?"

You spit on your hand, and he gulps.

"Somethin' like that"

You start to jerk him off, leaving little wet kisses and licks just above his dick. Pedro's eyes are hypnotized, glued to every lick of yours across his girth, the spit making your movements smoother. Sexier. Fuck.

"Well, sorry to break it to you but rest time is over. They want us back on set now"

Your tight needy lips are wrapped around his his length and it's so hard to keep the talk normal when he justs wants to yell at Paul to fuck off. Your hand is there too; you are as of help as much as you aren't.

"I'll be there, Paul, just―Fuck!"

But his attempt to cover a moan doesn't go unnoticed.

"Are you alright in there?" he tries to enter, but Pedro locked the door. He's yelling he's fine, but Mescal doesn't sound convinced. "I can't go inside; it's locked. Are you sure you are okay, mate?"

"Didn't want you to take a picture of me drooling on my sleep" he manages to get out in a monotone voice. A real win if you take into account you've gotten to a point where you squeeze under his cock, massaging his balls.

"Smart move!" he chuckles from outside. "I guess I'll see you there"

Pedro covers a moan with his palm as he's throwing his head back in pleasure. He can feel his orgams looming over, minstrations growing sloppier around his pulsating cock, the need to fill your greedy evil mouth with his seed making him sick. He's a simple man: he just wants his pretty wife to fuck his cock silly and come in her mouth in peace. Is that so hard to get this days?

Paul seems to be finally gone as Pedro can't keep containing his grunts anymore, steps moving: until said steps sound closer again.

"Oh, I almost forgot, have you seen Y/n? I can't find her anywhere" it's coming. His orgasm is coming in the absolute worst moment. He can feel you gagging at his hard rock cock, hitting the back of your throat now. Still, your hands don't loose their grip on his cock and skirt, determination filling that sexy little body of yours. It was rather admirable the effort you were putting in this. "Think she went to the beach? She said she loved it. God, that little rebel. Anyway, if you see her, tell her-"

He leans his head back once again, seeing stars. No one knows him like his wife, truly.

The sight of you drooling from your chin, the wet sounds of him fucking himself onto your mouth as your spit-coated fingers pump his girth, you gulping down the precum from his tip, his fingers holding your face roughly by the cheeks...

"Yes, Paul, yes!" Pedro barks, barely hiding the moan that erupts from his ribcage, thick shots of his hot cum hitting your tongue and deep of the throath. "Fuck off and let me get ready"

"Jesus, mate, chill. I'm sorry. See you there"

And Paul Mescal's hovering fly ass is finally gone.

"Poor Paul" you say as soon as you pull off his length, voice raspy as you huff for air. Pedro lovingly cleans rests of your saliva and his cum from your chin as he chuckles at how much audacity, courage and horniness could fit in such a small young body. "You've ruined the friendship"

"You think?" he licks off some as you sit on his lap again, tongue directly on your face. You feel aroused again, but time's up. "It's your fault. That and this"

He points down.

"Just as you used that pretty head of yours to think of the trouble you just made, think of an excuse for Mr. Ridley about the skirt"

at0michips: wait wdym paul is sick??? ㅤㅤl-u-n-a-m: at0michips he's died vnightx: i'm wondering who'll do now the do you even know me interview with pedro now :( i was so excited!!! hope they don't cancel it :( ㅤㅤunhing3dprincess: vnightx i bet my grandma it's y/n ㅤㅤat0michips: unhing3dprincess why do u keep betting ur grandma omg 😭😭😭

"You know what I think would be fun?" Pedro comments while you wait for the interview's set to be prepared.

Tour press has finally begun. That meant you could go home for a while after the filming wrapped, just to be back for the promotion of the film. You were excited of course, the experience new and thrilling. After much needed battery recharging and husband/wife time, you were ready to take over the world.

But then Paul got sick.

Today's interview was scheduled to be him and Pedro, but since he was unavailable, they paired him with you, since you both spoke Spanish (which felt slightly racist in your opinion), and because Fred and Joseph were already paired up for the other.

You leave your coffee, knowing he's about to say something stupid or endearing, perhaps both, brown liquid probably spilling out of your mouth. Or worst, nostrils.

"Tell me"

"What if we left little hints that we're together?" his smile is one of mischief. "Like you could wear my cap, or I could wear a chain with your initial around my neck, like Ryan Gosling did at the Barbie premiere"

"Or as Taylor Swift sang" you counter. "But Pedro, dear, you're underestimating our fans. You don't think they'll match it sooner than we think?"

"Maybe" he agrees. That's just what I want. "What's funny is we're about to do a type of interview where we could blow our cover"

"Maybe" you repeat, "or maybe you don't know all about me as much as you think, Mr. Pascal"

He fake gasps, feigning hurt. "Is this a dare, Mrs. Pascal?"

"No" you try to be mature for once, cutting the banter as much as you'd like to go on and kiss him right there. "Also, remember to answer incorrectly sometimes, you know..."

"There's no way I'm letting you win though"

"Pedro, no seas necio!"

The producers arrive just in time to let you know it's ready.

"After M'lady" he's back to being charming as he is, not as husband charming but just Pedro Pascal charming. The nerve of this guy to do it in front of the LADbible crew.

"Whatever" you grumble, the nerves getting the best of you as you realize this interview may or may not give away more than you've been allowed before.

"Hello, I am Y/n L/n" you present yourself. Wow, the camera is really close. This isn't going to end well.

"And I'm Pedro Pascal"

Hearing his voice soothes you. It's okay, y/n, you got this. "And this is Do You Really Know Me- No wait, it's do you even know me. Okay, let's start again: Hello, I'm Y/n and this is-"

"I don't even know anymore" Pedro jokes, making you laugh. "Do you even know me?" he asks while looking forward, now making the crew laugh.

"This is Pedro Pascal, that'll do" you sigh.

"This is gonna be sad, she's not going to know any of these" he says, but in reality, he's mocking you, the mischief in his eyes glowing as he only looks at you tauntingly.

"Same can be said about you" you tease, "we're like a million years away"

"That's not true!" he gasps, "I watch your every move" punctuating each word. God, you try not to make a face. "I have Google alerts on you"

If he was gonna play, so were you.

"Glad to know I have you alerted" with the sweetest voice ever, seeing how his friendly façade falters for a bit at the tone you've used. You laugh, and Pedro takes the chance to laugh it off too.

After the introduction, they ask one of you to keep score, and you offer yourself because, well, you don't trust Pedro.

"I'll go first" you say. "Which was my first ever role in the industry? As an extra during an episode of Stranger Things, as a voice actor in A dog's purpose" you can't help but laugh, "or as a back-up dancer in Hustlers?"

"In Hustlers?" Pedro inquires in disbelief. "You're telling me you were in Hustlers?! I didn't even know you could dance!"

Lies. You and Pedro sometimes put some bachata and dance in the kitchen. God bless Juan Luis Guerra.

"Jennifer Lopez and I are practically besties" you answer nonchalant.

You know the answer. He does too. But he chooses the last one for comedic purposes.

"I'll go with Hustlers. Now that I'm looking at you, you do have a... dancer face"

"It's okay, you can say the forbidden word. I'll take it as a compliment" you laugh, "you're wrong, though. The answer is Stranger Things"

"No way!" and it sounds as if he genuinely didn't know. Good lying son of a bitch; Jim Carrey on Liar, Liar would've been proud.

"Yes. If you look in the background of season two, on this one episode where Nancy and Steve appear to have broken up during a halloween party, you can see me drinking from a cup on a corner"

"That's so crazy"

"Yeah, I was twenty already, yet playing a highschooler" you giggle. "Wow, time flies by. Anyway, we're both at zero. Your turn"

"What film did my dad not let me see at the cinema when I was, uh, ten years old?" Pedro reads from his card. "Rambo: first blood, The Breakfast Club, Day of The Dead"

"I'm going to base this in the year you were born. Okay, so 1975. Let's see" one of the things Pedro loves about you is that you're like a film encyclopedia, but right now, that'll cost him a point. "They all came out the same year, and they were also R rated. Hmmh, I'll choose The Breakfast Club"

Your analysis was just mindless bragging really. You knew the answer the moment he started reading the question, because the anecdote came during a time he heard you listening to the movie's soundtrack ("Did you know that my dad...")

"You complain about Paul all the time, but you're just the same" he comments. "She's a real competitor, people!"

You flush in embarrasment. "Okay, that's one for me. Next question" you read the card in your hands. "What pet do I own? An orange cat named Louis after my favorite singer, a fish, or a Shih Tzu named after my brother"

The orange cat lives with you both. You're curious as to how he'll answer.

"You aren't naming a Shih Tzu frickin' Fernando" he laughs, so loud, it ends up catching up to you and the crew. "I'll go with the cat"

"That's correct" you lament. "How would you know?"

As if the damn cat doesn't love him more than he loves you.

"I follow you on Instagram" he defends himself. Clever. "We are, um, what do you call it-"

"Oomfs"

"I'm not gonna try to pronounce your made up language. Okay, my turn. Which of these characters I've played in Saturday Night Live? Naughty daddy, protective mom, or weird uncle who has a creepy sneeze" he reads out loud in a confused tone.

This is easy. It was all over your timeline.

"Protective mom" you answer on a beat.

"This isn't fair, that was really popular!" he complains.

"It's still two for me and one for you" you mock. "Now, what is the nickname the internet has given me? I won't give you clues because it's an easy one"

"Easy? You said we were million of years apart and now I'm supposed to know?"

"Well, you seem to manage Instagram so I think you'll be just fine" you tease, and Pedro just wants to rip that smirk off of you. So he caves in first.

"It's people's princess"

"What?!" your eyes grow comically large, shimmering with betrayal as you shout with an incredulous tone. "I can't believe you know" more like can't believe you said it.

"You're royalty! How am I supposed to not know that, internet darling? Besides, told you: I keep my eye on you" and he winks.

This motherfucker. Oh, he's totally sleeping on the couch tonight.

"Talk about internet darlings" your snarky tone comes out, and Pedro knows he's pissed his competitive wife off. "I guess we have a tie. Your turn"

"What are the initials of my full name?" his brows furrow. "I forget. JBPP, JPBP, JBPP"

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite. "B, of course"

"But that's too easy, everyone with Google knows it!" but then he's leaning into your ear, whispering in a very low voice to make sure only you hear. "I'll let it pass, though. Love hearing you pronounce my name, mami"

Your face grows obscenely red. "I'm back ahead. Let's see if you can keep up. Okay, here it goes" you read the card, "what is the director I've stated I want to work with? Greta Gerwig, Pedro Almodóvar, or Quentin Tarantino"

"Pedro Almodóvar, no? You said you were jealous I had already worked with him" he playfully nudges you. Too much contact, face hot again. Maybe in group interviews you'll do better, because right now, you're doing a rather poor job at controlling yourself, even as an actor; you can already picture your agent pulling her hair behind the cameras.

"It's Greta Gerwig, actually"

"What?! No way, you told me this!" he grumbles. "This game is rigged"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still jealous. I just think working with Greta Gerwig is peak womanhood, and I gotta live that. So, Greta, if for some reason this silly video gets to you, call me. I promise I'm not that childish"

"She is" Pedro slips in, "don't call her. So unprofessional" in a mocking exaggerated tone.

"Whatever, you sore looser. Me three, you two. Next!"

"Fine. Which of these songs would I have played at my funeral? My Heart Will Go On, Purple Rain, Nothing Compares To You"

He looks at you, silently pleading you to not answer correctly. Your competitive side screams in agony.

"I have no idea. Why do I feel you've already said it somewhere, though? I'll go with Nothing Compares To You, because the first its too corny for you and the second too epic"

He scoffs, amused at the fact that you did obey, but at what cost? Pedro's well aware his princess can get as competitive, if not worse, than Paul.

"You're saying I'm not epic enough for Purple Rain? Too bad, because that's the answer" you grunt, crossing your arms. "That's right, I am cool enough to have it played. I guess we're tied again!"

"No, you don't loose a point. It's still three to two. This just gives you the opportunity to tie"

"W-wait a minute"

"Settle down" you pat his thigh, "you can still try, handsome"

He gulps when your hand meets his skin, despite the layer of clothes. It's still something that gets him on edge, no matter the years you've known each other. And handsome? You came here for blood.

"Okay, here's your chance: what image of me became trending topic on twitter? An image of me eating a typical dish from my country, an image of me watching Deadpool and Wolverine with glasses while Hugh Jackman's shirtless scene reflects on them or C, me meeting Taylor Swift at the backstage of the Eras Tour"

"The typical dish is tempting" he muses out loud, "but I'll go with the Taylor Swift one because that sounds like something that'd trend"

"You're right" you throw your card. "I'm not complaining though. Best day of my life"

"Does this mean I'm winning?" he beams excitedly. "Oh, in your face Paul! I will finally win something!"

"Slow down, cowboy. There's still some left"

He purses his lips. "Let me have this one thing, would you? Guess not. Here it comes" he starts to read his card, "At school I competed in state competitions, in which sport? Soccer, lacrosse, swimming"

"Swimming" you answer hastily, trying not to think on Pedro wearing tight little swimsuits, as you've only seen him wearing swim trunks.

"Okay, that's dissapointing. Please continue"

"I participated in which play while I was in highschool? Hamlet, The Iliad or Much Ado About Nothing"

You doubt he remembers. The only time it ever came up, was when you visited your parent's house and a photography of you during said play was showed to him by your dad.

"The Iliad, right?" you laugh. The answer is wrong: It's Hamlet. "What? I swear it was that one! It's just you have very..." beautiful is at the tip of his tongue but he refrains himself, "...very greek features"

You can't help but laugh.

"Why of course! This is a face people go to war for"

"I agree" your heart skips a beat, "but I don't think I'll make it that far, if we talk about a war"

"You big fat liar!" you slap his arm playfully. "You've played all sort of characters, from soldiers of all nationalities and places, and like, superheroes, f*****g Joel Miller, even a DEA agent. You at least learned something!"

"Wow, slow down, this isn't a filmography recount" he jokes. Liar, you mouth to the cameras. "Okay, last one: I became a viral sensation for eating what type of sandwhich in LADbible's snack wars: BLT, PB&J, grilled cheese"

You remember the video fondly. Even your brother had sent it to you, along a text that said: Isn´t this your husband?

"PB&J, I win!" you cheer, instantly getting off the chair to do a celebratory dance. Pedro doesn't say anything, just throwing the cards away while the fondness of his eyes betrays him.

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"Hello, I'm Paul Mescal. I'm here with my friends from the cast of Gladiator II" Connie and you both raise your palms to greet the camera, laughing when you realize you'd done it at the same time, "and we are going to play a game about how well we know each other for Vanity Fair" the irish man introduces the interview you're filming today.

"Did they prompt you?" Pedro speaks up, "or did you just make that up on the fly?"

You laugh a bit too loud, hoping they cut it off in the editing process.

Paul goes first, taking up a card with the first question written on it.

"Okay. Question: What's my least favorite day of the week?"

"Tuesday" answers Joseph once Paul is done reading. "Oh, you're writing it down?"

"Yeah" he answers.

"You just wrote Tuesday" Connie points out, Paul's card on his legs. You laugh along the rest.

"Yeah" he repeats laughing. "I actually, when you said Tuesday" Yeah, he said Tuesday Pedro adds on the background of laughter. "I was like...I'm gonna give everybody a point for that"

"I think I deserve a point for being observant" Connie complains.

Everyone gets a point and Paul moves towards the next question.

"What was the name of my character in Normal People?"

"Connell" both you and Joseph answer, looking at each other before squinting your eyes playfully.

"Callum" Pedro answers out loud at the same time, and you laugh. He clearly had slept when you played it for a re-watch last summer.

"No, you're out" Paul pokes Pedro next to him.

"Connel" Joseph repeats, and Fred agrees to the same answer.

Paul then asks Connie what's hers after he confirms you three.

"Connor?" she asks, confused.

"Incorrect. Three points" while pointing you three.

"You got wrong" he tells Pedro, "Callum's a different character"

"See? You just don't pay attention when you watch things" you blurt out, stopping yourself before adding the with me. It would be harder to come back from that, but so is this as everyone looks at you, even your husband, subtle panic in his eyes. Where the cameras this close? How long had you been silent?

"It's just, quick funny story" you improvise. "Pedro didn't know much about Paul's career, and as I am a fan, I took the time to show him and recommend him your stuff" Paul smiles. "Clearly, my fanatism didn't rub on Pedro but a girl can try"

He laughs, before saying "So the answer is Connell" and you try so hard to remain normal like the energy hasn't shifted.

"He only plays characters with the letter C in the name" Pedro jokes, chewing on a toothstick he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. More laughs follow, and you are so grateful for how he's handling your little metida de patada.

"What's number one on my bucket list?" he asks next, "and don't look at my answer"

The marker is the only sound to be heard, and then Pedro jokingly tries to take a peek.

"No peeking" Connie berates as Pedro laughs.

"You're not gonna be able to see that" Paul replies in an anyways tone.

You repeat the same joke, before Fred blocks you. "Not you too!"

Paul finishes after a while, Connie commenting it was long. Joseph raises his hand.

"Yes, Joseph"

"Is it to see the Great Wall of China?" he asks.

"No, but it's in that-"

"It's close, isn't it?" you interrupt.

"...family of thought" he finishes.

"It's to go and see something" Pedro points out.

"Okay. Rajasthan" tries Connie. "Go to Rajasthan, for a tour"

"Travel to South America" Paul interrupts with the correct answer, "I've never been to South America"

"I'm from South America" Pedro comments, never missing a chance to shout out his dear Chile.

Paul jokes about him getting three points while the rest of you laugh.

"I was born in South America. 17 points for Pedro"

"I want points too" you jump on the joke. "I know Spanish, so I can take you there and avoid you getting lost, mi querido amigo"

"But who was born there?" Pedro counters, "you get no points"

"I think Joseph is the only person who gets a point there" Paul adds, "because everybody just jumped on the bandwagon"

"He said to visit the Great Wall of China" Pedro protests, "which is nowhere near South America"

"It really is not" Connie agrees.

"Qué gente tan tramposa" you complain. "That's unfair. I remove my offer"

"Think about bucket list, and he came up with travel to bit" he tries to reason Joseph's point.

"And by the way, where in South America?" Pedro questions.

"Don't fight, don't fight" pleads Joseph, the calm one. Fred just sits there, enjoying the chaos.

"I want, any, I want to do a big tour of everywhere" Mescal defends himself.

Pedro doesn't back down. "'Cause it's very different"

Paul starts to get angry too. Jesus, men. Competitive men of it all.

"I know it's very different" making an annoyed face.

"Well, different is nice" you intervene, a hand placing in Pedro's left shoulder. "If you stop giving points for free, I'll come with you to the big everywhere tour"

"Alright" Paul agrees. "When's my birthday?" is the next question.

"February" all of you say.

Joseph struggles with the date first, saying seventh, then fourth. Fred tries with ninth, Pedro with eight, and then Joseph starts counting from one to two. Fred counts from eleven to twelve.

"Second" Mescal reveals. "Point to Joseph"

"Oh my God, you guys are good" Connie mentions.

"That's all my questions" and it's time to move on the next one: which happens to be your dear husband, Pedro.

"Paul is like" he brings up while the toothpick dances on his teeth, "Paul is motivated to catch up on points. He's coming for you" to pick on his competitive side as Mescal looks deep in thought.

"He's coming. He's coming" Joseph repeats as Fred laughs.

"What is my full name?"

"Oh! Pedro-" Paul tries in a blink. "Something, J? Jose? Juan?"

"Pedro Pascal, something, something" says Joseph.

"Nope"

"No?"

"Pedro Maria, Jose Maria Pascal" Paul struggles.

Pedro is about to answer when your voice cuts through the air.

"It's José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite.

"It indeed is!" he says, smiling a bit too much. "She gets a point"

"Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" your husband repeats in a more english-friendly pronunciation, looking at the camera while toying with his toothpick.

"I said Jose, I said Jose" Paul protests.

Pedro shakes his head. "You said Jose, but then you put it-"

Connie takes Paul's side. "You did say Jose"

"But then you put it behind Pedro which eliminate- which disqualified you" he replies.

Paul gets angry. That sore looser.

"That's absolute bullshit"

"Don't worry mate, the game has just begun" you joke, making the man more irritated. "Think you can get ahead of me?"

"Joseph is still ahead, y/n" Paul counters, still irritated. "Besides, wouldn't it be cheating? You can speak Spanish!"

"So? Not like speaking a language allows you to know every person's name Paul" you mock. He just snorts, despite still being half angry. Pedro is allowed to continue, trying not to make a face at yours and Paul's banter.

"The question is, who is my favorite actor?" he reads. As the cast members laugh, he uncaps the marker with his mouth, and now you have to try not to make a face, thinking about those teeth sinking into your flesh.

Quinn raises his hand. "It's me"

"That you're my favorite actor?"

"Yeah. You said that to me once" the bald man sounds sure of it.

Paul tries to think in the background. So do you. How can you not know this? he must've brought it up at least once.

"Do you remember?" Joseph insists.

Pedro finally remembers. "I said you were- I said I thought you were special"

"Oh" he sounds rather dissapointed.

"And special can mean a lot of things" he jokes, laughing by himself. Fred laughs with you as Joseph makes a face, your laughter turning even louder when you notice Paul all moody, trying to get this point.

"Who's your favorite actor?" Paul asks, "I think we just have to shoot from the hip here guys"

"Marlon Brando?" Connie guesses.

"Is it Harrison Ford?" Fred guesses.

"Let's go with Harrison Ford just because he's my favorite actor..."

You can't believe you didn't know this. You've re-watched and watched so many Star Wars content together. He gives you a brief look, knowing you're embarrased at your lack of answer.

"As a kid?"

"He's most influent, yeah" Pedro agrees.

"What job did I have before I became a full-time actor?" is next.

"Dancer. You were a great dancer" Paul aswers. Both Fred and Joseph repeat it, adding he was specifically a go-go dancer.

"Oh, he is" you add. "Videos of you dancing are lovely. Ever thought of getting back in the bussiness?"

He laughs, what appears to be a light blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Sure, darling. When you ask me to dance, I'll be there"

Nobody comments on this, too busy waiting for Pedro to say yes or no to the answer they believe to be right. But he isn't saying it is. Now you remember why.

"Come on, come on, come on" Paul begs.

"Can any of you guys remember?" Pedro pleads.

They insist that he danced in Spain, then New York, then settle with Spain again, even Pedro confirming so. But it still isn't the answer written on the card, no matter how much the boys insist.

"Connie?" he tries. She just looks confused.

"The answer in the card is-"

"Waiter" you answer. "You were a waiter"

Now you have three points under your belt.

"Why do you always say the answer at last?!" Paul grumbles. "You are cheating!"

"I'm not" you laugh the accusation off. "You just can't accept I'm better"

"Si que lo eres" Pedro agrees. "Es divertido hacer que se enoje Paul"

"What did you say about me? It's not fair, you're probably sharing the answers!" he's still adamant on insisting with the supposed cheating issue, making you laugh.

Now it's Connie's turn, who starts with: "How many languages do I speak?"

You put a puzzled look.

"You speak seven, eight maybe" Joseph guesses. Pauls says she speaks french, "but most likely seven"

Pedro points his finger at him. "Once he gets going, he's on a roll"

"Joe's got it" Connie agrees.

"Paul, end this reign" Pedro jokes. He looks rather frustrated.

"And the bonus points" Connie offers. "Okay, bonus, what are they?"

"This is an emperor's reign" your husband adds.

Joseph answers: Italian. Danish. English. Swedish. French. Spanish. Norwegian.

Connie agrees she speaks Spanish, making you jump in excitement.

"Oh, I didn't know that!" you beam. "Wait, does that mean you did get what Pedro and I gossiped about you?"

"What?" Joseph asks.

"Nada" you quickly correct yourself. "Yo no dije nada"

"Not that much. I just speak a bit of Spanish. I mostly dominate my own language, German and English"

"You blew our cover!" Pedro nags, hitting your bare leg, yet its devoid of anger.

"He needs a bonus" comments Connie, surprised at Joseph.

"This is horrifying" Pedro says when Joseph gets another point and a fricking bonus on top of that. "This is a slaughter"

"Oh, for which film did I have a gym built in my garage?"

Both Joseph and Paul answer the question correctly, saying Wonder Woman. The latter is quick to state they both get that point.

"That's one for me" Paul says, then looks at you. "And none for you"

You stick out your tongue at him as Connie reads the next card.

"If I were to take this cast on a vacation where would I take you?"

"Ibiza" answers Joseph. Connie agrees in Spanish, with a cute and excited correcto.

Your husband feels the need to crack a joke at Quinn's expense.

"Somebody was paying attention to Connie Nielsen very closely during the shooting of this movie"

"Okay. What is my favorite curse word in Danish?"

"Fuck" Pedro tries.

"No"

"Nobody is going to get that, Connie" Paul bickers.

"Oh, I don't know any Danish" you lament.

"At least now you know how it feels" Mescal drops, making you snort. You playfully kick him on the ribs with your shoe.

"It's very simple" Connie gives as a clue. "It's the same word in every language"

"Shit" Paul tries.

"Satan" she reveals.

Everybody is laughing in confusion at that, saying there's no way you could use that.

"Vos Satan!" Connie curses.

Now it's Fred's turn.

"What is my weirdest on-set habit?"

"I haven't noticed you do anything weird on set" Paul tells.

"I have" Pedro interrupts.

They all get on a small briefing about what could it possibly be, that it was weird, and wasn't part of his character, as you ponder. It was funny before, but now Paul is behind you by a point. So think fast.

"Yeah. I would say being yourself" Pedro jokes, but surprisingly, it works.

"Me! Five points for Pedro" he celebrates as you all laugh. "Love Fred. Oh, Fred"

"Oh, oh, okay" he moves to the next question. "What is my favorite reality TV show?"

Joseph tries with Survivor and Paul with Alone. Truth is, you don't watch any show of said kind, only vagely hearing about Love Island.

"You and I have talked about reality TV" Pedro reveals, "It's just that we never identified one"

They keep guessing shows that sound like a foreign language to you.

"You know what's offensive? That I'm the second youngest of this cast and I have no idea what are you all talking about"

"She's not to be trusted" Pascal quips, "can't trust someone who doesn't appreciate the art of reality TV"

You huff, annoyed.

"Is it A&E stuff?" Pedro asks.

"Yeah, it's the competitive cheapskates" Fred answers. "It's people that really save money on everything"

Pedro gets the point because he mentioned the A&E bit.

"There's like this amazing guy that made a stew out of fish bones, and I just thought it was incredible" he shares. Then, moves to the next question. "What is my go-to crafty snack?"

Nobody remembers eating snacks on set, and Fred gives the clue that it's a drink. Joseph says it's a smoothie, and he does remember it but it isn't the answser.

"I'm thinking of something specific. That Emerge-C that you put in the water"

"Oh, that's very good" you agree, so does the rest, even discussing the best colors

"Who in the cast would I ask to bail me out of jail?"

Everyone even Pedro agree its him. Everyone gets a point, yet Joseph remains ahead.

It's Joseph's turn. "What is my favorite sport?"

"Skateboarding" Paul is so quick to answer, earning him two points for both being correct and time.

"What celebrity do I get mistaken for?"

"Daisy Edgar-Jones sometimes" says Mescal. Of course he had to bring her up.

"No, she gets mistaken for me" Joseph jokes. "Yeah, poor Daisy. But I'm writing it down"

"That was the two letters?" Pedro notices. Still, no one gets it.

It's fucking Justin Timberlake. You'd never guess that.

"What is my favorite film franchise?"

You've probaly named all the existing franchises to no avail. You think fo your dad, a huge geek, trying to remember if there is one missing.

"Oh- Lord of the Rings!" you both answer with Paul at the same time.

"C'mon!" his celebration is short lived when he realizes you tied to him.

"What is my favorite British slang word?"

Pedro says it can't be said, but Quinn insists they can, even adding it's his favorite one too.

"We can say bad words? We can say-?" but the camera beeps over it.

The answer is Bellend. What even is that? Joseph feigns sadness and Pedro keeps apologizing, even as you sit on the chair.

"Okay. I'm last"you wiggle your eyebrows with interest. "Let's see. Okay, first question: what did I take from the Gladiator II set?"

"You took something?" Joseph asks on disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I take something?"

"Is it like an item or memorabilia?" asks Connie.

"It's an item" you uncap the marker, scribbling down the answer.

"It's a short word" Fred points out, but still can't provide a guess.

"You took the rings home" Pedro answers. You snap your had on his way, probably obvious. "What? You told me" he says.

Of course Paul complains. "Hey, that isn't fair! He knew the answer before!"

"Well, if you payed more attention to me, you'd know it"

Lies. Pedro knows because it's sitting in the jewelry box inside your house.

"See? I do pay attention" Pedro playfully hits Mescal.

"I could pay you more attention" he looks at you.

"Alright, then do. Ready? Next question: what is my go-to movie? Oh, this is a good one. I'm always changing it, but most of the time I end up choosing the same one"

They all give you a puzzled look as you scribble.

"C'mon, guys! I've said it on interviews before too. Paul?" the man shrugs. "Thought you said you'd pay me more attention. Heads up, you're doing a terrible job so far!"

"Hey!" he protests. "It's not fair if the answer's changing. Give us a clue"

"You didn't give any clues to yours!" you giggle. "Besides, I don't want you to win"

"Hey, that's against the rules!"

"I'd say it depends on the season" Pedro speaks up. You quirk an eyebrow. "Like, if it's changing, I don't think your Christmas go-to movie is the same as your summer one"

"Actually" you smile fondly, "that is true. On summer, it's Mamma Mia. So I suppose, if you can't guess the one, that'll do"

"No" he smiles, cheeky. "I know it too"

"Yeah?" you challenge, "what is it, then?"

"It's Thelma and Louise" he answers, and your heart beats fast.

"How do you know?" Paul inquires. "Somebody was paying attention to Y/n L/n very closely during the shooting of this movie"

Ah, his joke from earlier. Joseph giggles behind him. Karma, he supposes.

"She said it on an interview, guys. C'mon, learn your sources!"

"Okay" you clear your throat. "What movie got me into acting?"

"Thelma and Louise" Joseph tries.

"No" you laugh, "you're just recycling the answer"

"Is it an old or modern movie?" Connie asks.

"Hmh, old" you pause, "just not... I don't know if you'll ever guess it"

"Is it a Pedro Almodóvar film?" you shake your head. "What? You're always mentioning him!"

Pedro looks into your eyes amid the others' discussion, and you can tell he remembers the conversation.

"There isn't one"

You smile, chest pounding at his soft tone.

"That's correct"

"A trick question?!" Paul yells. "I quit"

"When there's just one left?" you tease.

"Yes, because you've been hiding it all the time but no more" he counters, pointing both you and Pedro. You feel the space getting smaller, breaths going from even to noticeable. "You are sharing answers"

You try to make your breath of relief pass as a chuckle.

"I'm not even gonna win, relax. And drop the charges, please. Loose like a man"

"You didn't explain it though" Connie speaks. "What did Pedro mean?"

"While I have many movies that are inspiration to me, they aren't the reason I chose this path. I did it because I saw an Oscar's ceremony when I was 11" you explain fondly, feeling warm at the memories. "I still remember when they handed the award to Diablo Cody for best original screenplay. I don't know, man, it moved me. What it meant for young artists who came from nothing. I guess I wanted, one day, to be the one standing there, for other dreamers to see it's possible"

"Wow, that's beautiful" Connie says.

"Thank you" you get flustered. "Suppose it was worth it, you know, to do interviews about not really knowing my cast mates" and laugh.

"How does Pedro know, though?" Joseph asks.

"We talk a lot" you clear your throat. "Last one: what indie horror movie did I make a small appearence in? I'm feeling generous because it's the last so I'll give you a clue. It's a Stephen King adaptation"

Paul is the first to speak. "You where in a-"

"Yeah but it wasn't such a huge role. Don't make yourself any ideas"

"I have no idea" Connie surrenders. "Other clue, as in how many words?"

"It doesn't even have any words" you laugh. "You give up? It's 1922. Was an extra as well. Made me think Netflix had my name highlighted in the extra call sheet, because I did so many minor and background roles during that year. Grateful, though, because now I get to be Rome's empress and not fortune teller or highschool #6"

The interview ends, and the camera may or may have not captured the last seconds, Pedro's gaze fixated with you the entire time.

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You arrived in London today. The premiere will be in a few days, and things have been, well, hectic.

Lux couldn't stop talking all the plane ride, but your mind kept going back at the email your manager had sent you before you had boarded the plane.

It's catching upon you, read the haunting message. Attached below, a TMZ article that claimed a regular church attendee had seen you both getting married. It also used a lot of the noise fans had been making on social media, connecting dots or just hyping up the undeniable chemistry. It ended with a little paragraph saying it was obvios, and they're just hoping you'd confirmed it.

You came to realize you didn't care about it anymore. Sure, the pushing around annoyed you, but the thought of still keeping your marriage under wraps feels pointless now. Why wouldn't you shout to the world how in love with your husband you are?

Yet, when you arrive at the hotel, you keep the same protocol of arriving after Pedro, who has already checked in with two keys, claiming its for him and his sister, while you ask for the key to Lux's actual room. After you swipe cards with her, you head over the room you'd be sharing with your husband.

His face appears in your frame, everything happening quickly.

"Get inside. Now"

Your body is dragged inside the hotel room, not even giving you time to swipe the key for yourself.

"Pedro!" you exclaim, between surprised and confused. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Did you read it?"

"What? The article?" your tone is filled with annoyance. "Yes, I did. Why?"

"What do you mean why?" he snaps, voice raising higher. "Don't play dumb with me. You know fans have fuelled the rumors, and tabloids have started digging every corner in fucking California"

"So, what? You're acting as if people finding out is the worst thing in the world" you roll your eyes.

"It is, yes!" Pedro bursts out, caving in to the stress.

It feels like you've been hit across your face.

"Excuse me?" you seethe, hurt etched all across your features. "Would it be the worst thing in the world to admit you're married to the person you supposedly love the most?"

"I love you, y/n. It's just-"

His voice softens, trying to reach for you, yet you pull back, his hand falling to his side in an akward manner. He sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"I love you" he repeats, sounding much more sure this time.

Your frame seems smaller as your voice comes out hoarse, filled with emotion, appearing to be in the brink of tears:

"Then why do you act like you're embarrassed of me?"

He hates himself for making you feel this way, making you think things that aren't true.

"I don't. Never" he emphasizes. Then, tries to reach once again when you move a little bit closer to him, recognizing that's your way of letting him know you're ready. "You're the most precious thing in the world to me, don't ever think the opposite" then he sighs, heavy. "I'm just scared"

You silently ask him to explain, rubbing his thumb soothingly across his tattoo.

"You're so young, and I'm, well- I know we're aware of it, but people are cruel and the press is ruthless. I don't want to see your name dragged across the mud because you decided to marry me. Your career is starting, and I'd never forgive myself is something happened to you because of me. Not trying to make this about me, yeah? But this industry is fucked up. You've work hard to get to where you are, and it'll be unfair if you'd loose it. I'm scared because us..." he wavers, words trailing off. "I want us to be. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you, i-it would kill me not to have you be my wife"

You desperately want to kiss off the worry on his face, but let him finish.

"N-not saying our love is weak, or anything! That a couple of opinions or tabloids will- you know? Just, I-I don't want them to break us apart. Mi vida, you're the light of my life. Please, forgive me, I-"

He feels his throat closing up, words failing to come out. You sense the grip on your hand to be stronger, immediately letting loose of it.

"Hey. C'mere" your voice is tender, allowing him to bury his face in your stomach as you comb his messy curls with your fingers. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere"

He lets himself melt under your touch, his mind loosing itself in the soft of your digits and your perfume up his nostrils. He's again breathing normaly, hands now hugging your waist.

"There you go. Better?" Pedro nods, still not being able to talk. "That's okay, take all the time you need. We have all day"

"Do we?" he raises his view, his eyes soft yet there is something else to the brown shade.

You hum as to nod. "We agreed to join Lux for dinner. It's barely 1pm"

"Tell me you're thinking it too" his voice cuts throughout the air, boucing off the tapestry on the walls.

You laugh, nervously. "I don't think I do"

"Hmmh, I see" he stands up, towering over you. "You sure you don't?"

"You sure you want this?"

Before you know it, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, cutting off all words to be said. What a waste of air, anyway. You are quick to reciprocate, whimpering against his lips.

Pedro picks you up like you're as light as a feather, his arms flexing as he carries you and places you on the bed, frame hovering over yours. He breaks the kiss to breath, but you're pulling him back in, his hold on your hips tighter and the wet spot in your panties wetter.

"Look at you, pretty baby. So needy" he whispers against your face, hot breath lingering above your lips. "And mine. Mía. Only mine"

"I am, yes. Yours only. Need you so bad right now, papi" you answer in a rush. "Now shut up and fuck me"

"Con gusto" he chuckles darkly, "gotta keep the wife happy"

"Happy wife, happy life" you recite, stripping him off of his plain shirt, revealing his toned torso, bulging biceps defined by the movements. You gulp. "Fuck, papi. Gotta thank Marvel for this. I love all of your versions, but I can work with this too" you dreamily stare at him, your hands cupping his face.

He strips the rest of his clothing, but a cute blush adorns his cheeks.

"Yeah, well, it's Scott's fault too"

Your impatient fingers reach the middle of your panties to rub your clothed pussy, letting out a sound that darkens his hazel orbs.

"Fuck that guy" you mutter. Pedro laughs.

"Thought you said you loved the guy"

"Until I learned what he said about your body" you groan, still rubbing. "Connie told me"

His hands now travel to remove your clothes, almost ripping them off.

"Who cares? I just want to fuck you now" he breathes out, practically drooling at the sight of your damp panties. "Lemme take this off too"

He unhooks your bra, seeing the hard nipples. The urge to lick them is so bad, but his desire to fill you silly to the brim is stronger.

You see his hesitation, which is why you grab him by the neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, labored breaths as he struggles to focus on your lips, his wet mouth darting to your jaw, neck and collarbones. His hands roam all over your body, needy.

"Gotta be inside of you, mami. Can't wait any longer"

"Then stop waiting" you plead, tugging at his boxers with urgency.

Seeing you so cockhungry, lips parted and pupils blown wide makes his hard dick twitch with anticipation.

He mutters a labored fuck, aligning himself to enter your sticky folds. Pedro enters your tight pussy with a low groan, burying himself deep inside of you, used to his length by now. You're basically begging for it, nails digging and eyes supplicating.

He can't deny you anything, can he?

A messy whine leaves your widened mouth as you adjust, pleasure mixed with pain.

"Mhmm" you moan.

"Mhmm what?" he mocks. "You asked for it. Now take it, cariño"

He thrusts deeper into you, watching in awe how his dick enters your pussy; it was always perfectly, your pussy made for him.

"You're drippin' baby" his rough voice caresses your cheek. He kisses the are, giving a lick to the sweat starting to form. "S'fucking tight too"

You move your hips towards him, trying to augment the friction. The overstimulation starts to cloud your sense, reducing you to a whiny mess as you grip his steady arms.

"I can't think of anything but you, baby" he confesses between grunts, "filling up your pussy to the brim, you dripping with my seed for days"

You moan at the filthy words.

"Love how you take my dick, amor" stretching you as Pedro moves in and out. "S'made for me"

"Yes" you moan, skin slapping sounds bouncing off the walls. "Fuck, I love your dick..."

His pace picks up, and it comes to a point where he's just fucking you silly, his grip on your hips surely to leave a bruise as you keep spilling obscene sounds of pleasure from your lips.

"Your pussy's mine, yeah? No one else gets to have you like this"

"N-no, just you, Pedro. My h-husband" you manage to squeeze, more moans vocalizing the pleasure you felt with each thrust, his big dick inside of you moving in a a steady rhythm, making your eyes roll back further and orgasm closer.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and he finds impossible to resist the urge anymore, licking the sensible skin and hard nipples, your hands moving to his back, scratching him harshly, both chasing your release.

"Please!" you whine out loud, not caring how desperate you sound.

Harder. Faster. Rougher.

But your husband knows you, so he indeed starts to fuck you harder, heavy breaths and slippy kiss noises hanging in the spaces between each thrusts. He pants with every motion of his dick, a knot forming on his belly.

"Shit, baby. I think I'm gonna cum. Gonna come so hard"

"Do it. I'm on birth control, remember?" you groan, feeling your high approach as well. "Fill me up, please. Give me all your cum"

Your bodies move as one, precise thrusts hitting exactly that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, chasing your orgasm. For a brief moment, your eyes lock with his and then he's saying:

"I love you, y/n. So much"

Your heart skips a bit, his dick twitching inside as his gaze glimmers with adoration and possesiveness, teeth grazing your skin with marks for him to call you his.

"I love you too, Pedro. More than you know"

A final thrust is delivered. Fuck, feels so good you think you hear him say. Just like promised, he fills you with his release, shots of his thick, warm cum inside your sticky walls. You follow soon, back arching, toes curling, and both head and eyes rolling back. Pedro falls on top of you, his broad body collapsing over yours, as you both pant hard, trying to steady your pulse and breath. He then removes himself and positions you to be the one on top now, lazily throwing the covers over your bare bodies. We need to shower, you said, but he argued you'd do it later before going out.

"I needed that" and you happily hum in agreement at your husband's dragged out words.

Your head falls and rises, with the movement of his chest, silence settling on the previously filled with sex noises room. That until he speaks up:

"One day, I'm gonna fill you up so good until you have my babies, mami" he murmurs, just then realizing what he said. But you snuggle closer, hand and legs drapped over his bare body. You look at him closely, seeing nothing but certainty on his eyes.

I choose you. I'll always choose you.

"Whatever it is with you" your nose brushes his, a small sweet kiss on his lips, "I want"

His eyes shine, probably with tears or the glow of affection.

"Let's do it"

"What?" you look into his eyes for any sign of doubt, bull all you see is love. "Pedro, are you serious?"

He nods. "Wouldn't you want that?"

You feel the corner of your lips pull up.

"Never have I wanted anything more"

poppysplayground: Y/N AND PEDRO RED CARPET DEBUT AT THE LONDON PREMIER OF GLADIATOR II WTF I JUST WOKE UP ptwt is in SHAMBLES mostannoyingbillioner: UM HELLO pedro showing up with two hot women on his arms LUX GIMME A CHANCE pompeiianbollockr: WAIT WDYM THEY ARE MARRIED?!??! ALL THIS TIME?@?#? HOW???! NEED BIGGER CAPS TO SCREAM I'M GOING INSANE at0michips: that article better come out now or i'll burn the TMZ building ann-gell: not me thirsting for a married man 😭😭😭 how they kept this a secret for so long?? we should've noticed ㅤㅤunhing3dprincess: ann-gell i did. knew betting my grandma was the way all along ㅤㅤpyramiidsf: i'm gonna start betting my grandma too

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @trashcora

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: Bob doesn’t do well with compliments—especially not when they come casually, softly, sincerely, from you.

It started so innocently.

You were both in the Tower’s kitchen late at night, the rest of the team long gone, off doing their own thing or passed out in their rooms, the room quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft clink of Bob’s spoon as he stirred honey into his tea. The light above the stove was the only one on, casting him in this dim, golden glow that made him look soft, and safe, and—

“Fuck, you are so pretty,” you murmured, not even really meaning to say it out loud. Honestly, you thought you said it in your head.

Bob froze mid-stir. His hand stopped moving, his shoulders tense, and his head turned toward you just slightly—like a deer caught in a compliment. “…What?”

You looked up from your mug, confused for a second—until you realized shit I said that out loud. “You’re pretty, like so pretty” you repeated, gently, smiling with a slight eye roll like it wasn’t a big deal. Because to you, it wasn’t. Not in the way it should have been. But Bob? He looked at you like you had just gave him the moon.

“I—” he stammered, feeling his heart rate spike and his palms getting sweat, he doesn't realize the spoon slipped from his grip until a slight clink echoed between the two of you as the spoon fell into the mug. “You think—me?”

“Who else would I be talking to? It's just you here honey” you asked, leaning against the counter. “You’re literally glowing right now. I feel like I need to be paying someone just to stand next to you.”

He blinked. Blinked again. And then backed up two whole steps like he couldn't breathe the same air as you. “You can’t just say that” he whispered, like it was scandalous. “That I mean -- that's just dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you laughed. “It’s a compliment, Bob.”

“No, it’s a threat to my emotional stability. Do you know what you’ve done? Do you understand how fast my brain is spiraling right now?” He ran a hand through his already-messy hair, only making it worse. “My entire internal monologue is just screaming, ‘She called me pretty, act normal, don’t faint, don’t cry, don’t propose—’”

You nearly choked on your tea. “Propose?”

He clapped his hand over his mouth like he’d just revealed state secrets. “Forget I said that” he muttered into his palm before waving his hand around as he rambles. “Strike it from the record. Rewind time. Go back thirty seconds before I embarrassed myself into a new dimension.”

“Bob.” You stepped forward and gently tugged his hand away from his mouth. “I meant it. You’re pretty. Not just during your glow-in-the-dark god-mode or whatever. You’ve got those kind, beautiful blue eyes, and a warm smile, and your hair does that floppy thing when it’s humid—”

“I hate the floppy thing,” he whispered. “I love the floppy thing,” you corrected, and watched as his cheeks turned a deep, unmistakable red. “You’re gonna kill me with your sweetness,” he muttered, looking down at the floor like it had better answers than you did.

You leaned in closer, nose nearly brushing his, making him look back at you. “Then I guess I’ll have to revive you with kisses.” That earned you a stunned blink, a sputtered half-laugh, and then a wide, dorky smile that split his entire face open like sunlight escaping through clouds.

“…Okay,” he said breathlessly. “But fair warning. You call me pretty again and I’m legally required to build you a shrine.” You grinned and blush slightly. “Noted.”

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[emacrow]

"Um, danny, why is there a floating girl following you?"

"This is Raven." Danny pointed out, slurping his smoothie.

"Hi."

"Her dad is Trigon."

"Oh, that the guy who-" tucker spoke up.

"Yea, same guy who kept trying to invite himself into my annual ball each year in the infinite realm? Yea, that guy." Danny said as went straight for his burger.

"And that his daughter or si-

"Yea, his daughter, supposedly some secret weapon to try and invite into my home dimension to go to the party. I just put one of my spare anti trigon rings on her, disconnecting the line between him to her when she reverse summoned me for a bargain for something, and she kept following me ever since" Danny said, munching on his burger then sipping the remaining of his smoothie.

"Danny, I think you accidentally married trigon's daughter." Tucker flat out said as danny choked on his smoothie.

[glowettee]

✧ how to reinvent yourself without deleting everything this summer ✧

hey lovelies!! WELCOME TO SUMMER! so i've been obsessing over this idea of reinvention lately... like literally woke up at 3am last night to jot down notes in my phone because my brain wouldn't stop thinking about it?? summer always feels like this dreamy little pocket of time where anything is possible... where you can try on different versions of yourself between iced matcha lattes and sunset walks.

i know we've all been there... that moment when you're scrolling through pinterest at midnight and suddenly you're like "what if i just... became someone else??" (guilty of creating entire secret boards dedicated to my "french girl era" that never actually happened lmao). but the thing is, completely starting over is exhausting?? and honestly kind of impossible unless you're in a witness protection program??

so this post is for my girls who want that reinvention feeling without the whole dramatic disappearing act. because honestly? the you that exists right now is already pretty magical, we're just gonna help her shine in some new ways.

✧ why gentle reinvention just hits different ✧

i had this realization while reorganizing my bookshelf last week (yes, for the third time this month, don't judge me) the most interesting characters aren't the ones who completely transform overnight. they're the ones who slowly evolve, keeping their essence while discovering new facets of themselves.

like, remember in "emma" when she realizes she's been in love with mr. knightley the whole time?? she didn't become a different person, she just finally understood something that was already there. that's the kind of reinvention i'm talking about: the recognition, not rejection, of who you are.

✧ actually magical reinvention tips that feel like character development ✧

digital presence evolution (without the cringe factor)

• create a finsta where you post the aesthetic you're curious about but not ready to commit to (mine started as dark academia but somehow evolved into cottagecore with a side of astrology memes??)

• change your social media bios to describe who you're becoming, not who you've been

• make an email signature that makes you feel like the main character (mine has a tiny moon emoji that literally no one has commented on but makes me happy every time)

• curate a new spotify playlist with songs that feel like your "becoming" soundtrack (tip: add one new song every morning as a little ritual)

• start ending your texts with a new sign-off or emoji (i switched from "x" to "✨" and now my friends get worried if i don't include the sparkle)

• take selfies from a completely different angle than your usual (overhead instead of straight-on changed my LIFE)

tiny identity shifts that nobody notices but YOU

• give a slightly different name at starbucks, not completely different, just a variation that feels like an alter ego (i use "amelia" which is my middle name and it feels like slipping into another dimension for 5 minutes)

• create a secret signature scent combination by layering two perfumes you already own (vanilla + something citrusy has main character energy, trust me)

• change your handwriting slightly, make your y's loopier or dot your i's differently (sounds so minor but feels so intentional)

• develop a subtle personal symbol and incorporate it places only you would notice (i draw tiny stars on the corners of important journal pages)

• start carrying something unexpected in your bag that represents your new era (i have a tiny rose quartz crystal that literally no one knows about)

• choose a "power color" you don't usually wear and incorporate it somewhere small every day (even just as a hair tie or phone background)

space magic that costs zero dollars

• rearrange your room based on the energy you want to create (bed facing the window changed my sleep quality so much??)

• create a tiny altar/intention space somewhere private with objects that represent who you're becoming

• switch up where you do everyday activities (i started doing my skincare routine by the window instead of the bathroom and it feels like a whole spa moment)

• change the scent of your space. different candles, incense, or even just boiling cinnamon sticks on the stove

• put up photos from a completely different phase of your life than what you usually display

• rearrange your books by color or theme instead of author (my shelf organized by "books that made me cry" vs "books that changed my mind" feels so personal)

• sleep on the opposite side of the bed or with your head where your feet usually go (literally changes your dreams, i swear)

style whispers that feel like screams

• start wearing your hair in a completely new way just one day a week (slicked back bun on tuesdays has become apart of my routine)

• change where you wear your everyday jewelry. ankle bracelet instead of wrist, rings on different fingers

• try "dopamine dressing" where you wear something purely because the color makes you happy, not because it "goes" with anything

• experiment with makeup placement rather than buying new products (blush higher on cheekbones or across nose bridge instead of apples of cheeks feels revolutionary)

• wear the "special occasion" clothes on random weekdays

• try to add one unexpected accessory to elevate basic outfits (a silky scarf tied on your bag handle)

• match your nail color to your current emotional goal rather than your outfit (blues for calm, reds for confidence)

routine alchemy that changes everything

• take a completely different route home, even if it's longer

• switch when you shower AND the temperature (night showers ending with 30 seconds of cold water changed my sleep quality)

• read the last page of a book first before starting it (chaotic energy but changes how you perceive the story)

• change where you sit in every familiar setting... different spot on the couch, different chair at the dining table

• set alarms for weird specific times (9:43 instead of 9:45) so you actually notice them

relationship refreshers that feel magical

• respond to texts with voice memos if you usually type (this transformed my friendship with my long-distance bestie)

• ask people completely different questions than usual ("what made you smile today?" instead of "how was your day?")

• suggest a different type of hangout than your usual (art gallery instead of coffee shop, sunrise instead of brunch)

• share something slightly vulnerable if you're usually private (i told my friend about my secret passion for astrology and now we have the best conversations about it)

• write actual handwritten notes to people instead of texting

• create little rituals with friends that feel special

• be the first to suggest plans if you usually wait for others (this tiny shift literally expanded my social circle overnight)

mindset magic that costs nothing

• choose a new word to eliminate from your vocabulary (i stopped saying "sorry" before asking questions)

• pick a new word to deliberately use more (i've been using "delightful" instead of "cool" and it makes ordinary things feel magical)

• create a secret personal holiday that only you celebrate (i have "manuscript monday" where i work on my secret novel for just 20 minutes)

• start a collection of something weird and specific (i collect interesting sugar packets from cafes and it makes every coffee shop visit feel like a treasure hunt + i get to discover new food brands).

i literally started taking a different route to my morning coffee last month and ended up discovering this tiny bookstore that's now my favorite place?? sometimes the smallest detours lead to the biggest discoveries.

the most interesting people aren't completely different versions of themselves every season. they're just constantly evolving.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

p.s. make sure to rest this summer, you're gonna need it <3

[sukeruton-san]

A Coffee Heart pt 3

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" Drake, why are you looking at a civilian's family history "

"The adults are Midwestern villains their secret hero son may be my long lost twin and they also have a daughter but she's mostly fine by herself. We might need to overthrow an entire government branch though"

"Excuse, me"

" You're excused"

After chatting with Danny for a while and getting more information without it sounding like an interrogation also making sure he'll be fine for couple of hours I went digging for the rest of the day.

And oh boy you won't believe what I found.

The Fenton's are fucking wild, after breaking through several firewalls just for the town and then even more for their security I found out 'the haunting world' really means haunted like ghost haunted. These people are the definition of mad scientists proudly stating that they built a portal to another dimension in their basement, and judging by the floor plan right below where Danny sleeps, said portal was letting dangerous ghosts out onto the city, but not all of the ghost are like that though.

The 'echoscientist' are heavily biased when it comes to ghost stating that they are 'nonsenseient' and 'don't feel pain' that they need to be a 'contained' 'experimented on' or even 'eradicated'' which is bullshit and horrifying. It's pretty obvious that there are several neutral and even some good ghosts appearing, most noteworthy being Phantom the hero of Amity Park (I know that majority is painting him as a villain but that is so far from the truth! there is an hour long video of him playing with children at the park helping everyone with daily tasks and more) also it seems pretty clear to me that Lazarus water and ectoplasm are similar in compounds which is frankly something I rather not think about right now.

The Fenton's cause so much property damage it's not even funny. they seem to not care for human lives and their excuse for doing so being 'dangerous ghost in the area' when it's clear that Phantom has it handled they don't even shoot at the attacking ghost they shoot at him which is so wrong on so many levels. the anti-ghost inventions they make seemed to even cause several attacks as well. Phantom already has enough on that his plate with the ghost attacks being 24/7.( Poor guy looks exhausted and burnt out) He doesn't need to have to hide/escape/be afraid from the people he's trying to protect. Hell even the red huntress(another vigilante) makes allies with him then shoots him in the back when the danger is over.

Looking closer at Phantom he has fluffy, soft, and thick white hair that seems to move like it's underwater; piercing, glowing, Lazarus green eyes; body type like Danny's but you can see more of the muscle and shape with his clothing being more skin tight, speaking of clothing he looks like he's wearing a hazmat suit with a symbol(a stylized D with a P in its negative space) postered on it and a utility belt. both the symbol and utility belt were added on later to the original suit which seems to resemble the ones the Fenton adults wear constantly

Actually Phantom looks a lot like Danny in general. . .

And Phantom has been called 'halfa' by some of his rouges. . .

No. . .

OH NO

Phantom and Danny looks so similar because they are the same person!?! after looking at Danny's school absences, tardys, and straight up running out of the class with the ghost attacks they line up

Danny seamlessly shows up with injuries that phanton has gained from Ghost attacks (but they're also injuries that seems to come from something else). Danny is apparently known to run from ghost attacks and as soon as that happens Phantom comes around the corner. Phantom uses Fenton tech that has been modified from the original, which probably he did, another similarity to add between us. . .

Wait I can add being a vigilante/hero as a similarity between us as well!

SHIT! Phantom is a ghost, dead, not living, did my twin brother die at some point!?! Cuz he sure as hell wasn't born like that!?! It must have been the day the portal was open. from what I was able to gather he was the only one home that day and the portal spontaneously worked after failing at first. And about a week later the first official ghost attack happened.

Also what is all this shit about the Anti-Echo Acts and the GIW!?!?! A whole government branch dedicated to the horrendous sayings of the Fenton adults!?!?! It looks like a lot of the Ghost attacks are dying down because it's became too dangerous for them to be out there.

We probably wouldn't have even noticed about all bullshittery with the government and this town in pacifically if if it wasn't for danny coming here.

. . . . .

Danny is here.

He is Phantom.

He said he was forced to be here.

He was forced into leaving his town.

The town that is attacking him at every corner.

With a support system that seems to be nonexistent.

And from looking at the old videos/photos he was learning everything from scratch.

With barely any appreciation for the things he does.

With the government trying to dissect him ( the fuck)

So logically after taking down the government and shutting down the portal if possible ( don't know if Danny needs it or if they environment has changed too much) Amity Park wouldn't need a hero if there's nothing to do there.

plus with their treatment of obvious heroes they could deal with their shit themselves, how does he deal with that I don't know.

They wouldn't mind if Phantom stays in Gotham would they? Probably not.

Oh well

He should probably start that welfare check now he'll do a more thorough investigation with the government later, twin brother priority right now.

" Drake, where are you going? You can't just say all of that and leave! Drake!!"

Yup welfare check

(think I'm getting better at writing shit!)

[teenidlegirl]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ୭୧　　.　　SPREAD MY WINGS　　ᤢ　　♥︎

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀miguel o'hara⠀𝓍⠀butterfly!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

ᤢ　.　summary　♥︎　੭　while capturing a kraven variant, miguel didn’t expect it to be also a rescue mission. nevertheless meet a butterfly hybrid. the most beautiful butterfly those scarlet eyes have ever seen. but miguel refuses to grow attach to someone. how could someone so beautiful fall for a beast like him?

ᤢ　.　content　♥︎　੭　angst, captivity, complicated feelings, insecurity, jealousy, hurt/comfort, fluff, 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, cunnilingus, face-sitting, wings play (if that’s a thing), praise, pet names, hispanic/latina!reader

miguel has encountered many villain variants. green goblins, doc ocks, sandman, rhinos, kravens. some are tamed and confused when accidentally stumbled in the wrong universe, others are pure psychos. but he has never met probably the most psychotic kraven variant ever. this variant isn’t only obsessed of hunting animals but even keeping some as pets.

disbelief was the perfect word to describe miguel’s reaction the moment he stepped foot into kraven’s secret fucked up lair. while the team collects the chaotic kraven variant, miguel secured the area and conducts a final check for any victims. towards the end of the lab, there is a cell. behind the metal bars is a small figure laying on the floor. miguel doesn’t hesitate to approach quickly.

“hey, hey. you alright? i’m gonna get you out of here.” he crouched in front of the cell.

you perk up and swiftly stand up on your feet. the eyes on miguel’s mask widen drastically in shock. he couldn’t the sight in front of him. a young woman, possibly early to mid twenties. owns the prettiest eyes he has seen, yet filled with pain and frustration that makes his chest ache. but there is something extraordinary that is attached to your back. a pair of wings, resembling almost exactly like a butterfly.

a butterfly hybrid.

speechless is the perfect word for how miguel feels. a butterfly hybrid right in front of his eyes. those crimson eyes has seen so many varieties of spider-people and anomalies, but never a butterfly hybrid.

“where the fuck is kraven? where is he?” you inquired through gritted teeth, senses on high alert for that fucker’s arrival. rage and frustration bubbling in your veins just at the mere thought of him.

underneath his mask, his brows furrowed. “he’s been taken away, he won’t ever come back.” miguel stands up, his towering height startled you a little but you brush it off. “are you alright?”

“taken away? where?” you’re surprised by that revelation, staring up confusingly at the abnormally tall man clad in a weird red and blue suit.

“some place secured and far away until he’s returned to his respective dimension.” miguel leans a bit closer towards the metal bars. “he will never return, i promise you that.” he said sincerely.

strangely enough, the stranger’s words offered some comfort. the anxiety and rage slowly subsided, feeling a bit relieved. for once in what feels like a lifetime, you can finally breathe.

“i’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” miguel said with much sincerity.

it was a moment of silence, staring at one another before you quietly nod. breaking the lock with his hand, miguel opens the cell door and expects you to step out but you remain standing there. he notices your hesitation, he can’t blame you. you’ve been through much. so, he offers a hand.

“it’s okay, you’re safe.” his tone is soft and reassuring, probably the softest he’s ever spoken. normally, miguel isn’t the one to comfort others but you need it. for once, he put his ego behind.

your eyes flicker between his hand and eyes, a surprised expression illustrated on your face. although you just met this mysterious red and blue man for two minutes, you feel safe with him. slowly reaching out with a hand, you grab his. the size difference is alluring. his hand is humongous compared to yours. just his thumb alone completely covers the back of your hand. a spark ignites in miguel’s chest the moment he holds your hand. utterly fascinated by the major size difference but brushes it off and focuses on helping you step out.

the moment you step out of that god awful cell, a breeze of freedom hits you. finally, you feel free. the ugly weight of being stuck in that cell on your shoulders suddenly vanished. everything felt so… light. for the first time, you finally feel happy.

“lyla, scan her vitals.” miguel calls out to his ai assistant, not realizing he’s still holding your hand yet you haven’t let go either.

the little ai magically appears and offers a salute before taking a scan of you. “okay honey, so your vitals are quite low due to exhaustion.” she turns to her boss. “she needs to be taken back to HQ.” the hand holding doesn’t go unnoticed by her but lyla decides to tease him about it later.

“HQ? where’s that?” you inquired, gaze flickering between the tall man and the tiny ai lady.

“a safe place, where i’m from. there is a medical center there that we’ll take you.” with a few taps on his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of you. miguel then turns to you. “i know this is a lot and i’ll explain everything soon. do you trust me?”

once again, his sincere words bring you a sense of comfort. perhaps you just met him but he did save you from a never-ending hell. honestly, you would like to be anywhere but this hellhole. escape from this shithole forever. a chance of freedom.

you offer a nod.

soon, you find yourself dressed in a hospital gown and resting in a medical bed. on your left wrist is the same watch miguel and everyone else here has. speaking of miguel, he had to attend some business and said he’ll return soon. although you didn’t mind and understand he had responsibilities, you did feel a bit alone since you didn’t know anyone else here. all you can is rest and wait for his return.

when you arrived at HQ, you were utterly fascinated. everyone was a spiderperson, which miguel informed you about before he had to departure. every person here is half spider and come in various forms. humans, animals, cartoons, a fucking car, and a t-rex. honestly, it was quiet amusing but also fascinating because there were other hybrids. where you come from, everyone is half butterfly. fuck, you didn’t even know other universes existed. apparently, the one you’re currently in is miguel’s. super futuristic, a major contrast to your cottage-like universe. another fascinating phenomenon.

“wait, she’s a butterfly?!”

“a butterfly?! that’s so cool!”

“i bet she’s very pretty!”

“can we meet her?!”

the constant questions and irritating voices of the spider teens were making miguel pinching the bridge of his nose for the millionth time. imagine steam coming out from his ears. if he allow to indulge in those intrusive thoughts, he would throw a trash can at one of them, just like he did with miles that one time. patience was wearing thin badly.

“no, she needs to rest so leave her alone. no visitors until further notice.” miguel orders, walking towards the infirmary, the spider teens following him.

a chorus of ‘aww man’ occurs from behind but the teens ultimately understand you needed rest after such a traumatic experience. they simply wish you a good recovery before parting ways. that breath miguel was holding for so long finally escapes. entering the infirmary, he instructs the staff to forbid visitors until you recover then makes his way to your room. passing through the sliding glass doors, miguel finds you fully awake, approaching slowly.

“hey.” you offer a meek smile.

“how are you feeling?” miguel stands by the bed, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“less shitty.” you chuckle halfheartedly, shrugging.

underneath his mask, the corner of his lips lifts up ever so slightly. your humor seems to be still intact.

“huh.” miguel hums, fascinated. using his webs, he slides over a chair and sits besides the bed. the action fascinates you.

“orange webs. is everyone’s different?”

“yes, everyone here possess their own web type. some organic, some technical.”

“i never thought spider-people existed, let alone other universes.” it was truly a mindfuck.

“it’s called the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse.”

you stare at him completely dumbfounded. “i’m sorry, the what now?”

“the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse, or the multiverse in easier terms. some called it the spiderverse, which i think it’s stupid.”

“nah, i think arachno-whatever the fuck polymultiverse is more stupider. literally the nerdiest shit i’ve ever heard of.” you chuckle.

the eyes of his mask fall flat, an unimpressed expression underneath. the sight makes you giggle, a sound that makes his chest warm for some strange reason. “i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”

you shrug. “i mean- who wants to say all that shit? it’s like saying supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

now miguel is one with a deadpan look, however you can’t see it due to his mask but you can tell. “i’m also gonna pretend you didn’t say that either. i assume it’s a word from your universe.”

you’re quite odd, humorous.

“my universe… sounds weird saying that…” you glanced off to the side, thinking.

miguel understands what you mean, especially since this is new information to you.

“i was gonna ask lyla if she could dig info on your universe but i figured asking you would be more sufficient, if you’re up for that?”

“sure.” you adjust your on the bed to be more comfortable. “since you know what i am, you have an idea what my universe is like, i assume?”

“mythical.”

that elicits a soft chuckle from you. “perfect word. mythical, peaceful, very cottage-like. instead of spider-people, everyone is a butterfly.”

from your description, miguel envisions a mythical place with cottages everywhere. butterfly hybrids flying around, going on with their lives.

“being a butterfly sounds peaceful.” he comments.

you huff. “sure but we don’t have cool powers like you guys do. we just have cool wings and fly around and shit, nothing special honestly.”

that makes him frown a little. “everyone is special in their own way.”

“wow, very inspiring words.” you softly chuckle.

miguel rolls his eyes. “you know what i mean.” he didn’t mean to sound like an motivational speaker, just trying to be helpful. the more he thinks about it, the more he cringed at himself.

he explains what the multiverse is and how it works. also explains the gizmo he faces you when you first arrived here, to protect you from glitching since you’re in a different universe other than your own. it was a lot to digest but you managed to follow along. it’s just a mind-blowing revelation. no one back home will believe you. but what truly captured your attention was how invested and passionate miguel was explaining the concept to you. every word that came from his mouth kept sucking you back in. not to mention how much of a fucking nerd he was but you like that about him.

“the kraven who held you captive was from another universe and invaded several other universes which caused a canon divergence. he’s been traveling to other worlds capturing various hybrids, unfortunately including you.” he offers a sympathetic look. “which is why i have to ask how he captured you? i know it’ll be difficult to explain considering what you’ve gone through, just explain how much you can do.”

a shiver went down your spine, an unsettling sensation in your bones. just the mention of that fucker’s name alone pisses you off. it’s a rough memory to go back to but you have to tell him.

“well…” you start with a heavy sigh, leaning back against the pillow. “it was just so random. i was out in the gardens watering some plants. it was so quiet like usual until i heard a twig crack but i didn’t turn around in time when i felt something poking me in my neck, i was injected with something. then, i was knocked out… next thing i knew, i was in that cell and first saw that fucker’s face…”

a remorseful look illustrated on miguel’s face as he listened to your unfortunate story. what a terrible thing to happen, having a peaceful day then suddenly taken away from your home and held captive by a fucking psycho. his heart, that was wrapped in ice, ached for you.

“did he…?” he was afraid to continue the question but you figured what he meant.

you shake your head. “abuse me? no, thankfully. physically, at least. sure, he was a bit rough and sometimes manhandled me but never actually hurt me. still a fucking asshole, though.”

a wave of relief courses through him. if it were the opposite, oh miguel would’ve done unspeakable things to that fucker.

“he did, however, threatened to cut off my wings if i ever fought back.” your voice falters a little, more quiet. “so i gave in, just had to survive.”

damn, he feels utterly terrible for you. an innocent person suffering from dreadful circumstances for a while. turns out you’ve been held captive for four days. the hatred for kraven increased but his sympathy for you outgrows it.

“i’m sorry…”

if only he could’ve found you sooner.

“it’s okay, i just had to do what i had to do. it was so fucking crazy… so crazy to the point that he wanted me to marry him.” now that made miguel’s eyes pop out in disbelief. “the reason why he kidnapped me was because i was the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. he was so obsessed, i hated it.”

forced you to marry him? jesus, this kraven variant is more fucking insane than he originally thought.

“actually, i was supposed to marry him the day you found me. that’s why i was wearing a white dress.”

now it made sense. miguel recalls you wearing a pretty white dress when he found you. now knowing the purpose of it, it sends an unpleasant shiver down his spine. he was so glad he got there in time.

“well, you won’t have to marry him anymore. i’m sorry you went through this.”

“it’s over now, thanks to you.” a small smile of gratitude graces your lips.

there it goes again, that warm sensation in his chest when you smile at him. it feels weird to miguel, an unusual feeling. why does he feel this way?

after enough talking, miguel allows you to rest. after what you’ve gone through, you lost deservingly need it. he spares one final glance at you before exiting the room and heading back to his office. but not before paying a small visit to that kraven variant.

the next day, miguel comes back with an empanada. a confused smile settles on your face as he holds out the small white box in front of you.

“it’s an empanada, thought you’d like one.” miguel pretends to act normal but really feels a bit awkward since he’s never been the type to give things. at least, he hasn’t done it in a long time so he’s forgotten.

“oh, thank you. i love empanadas.” you take the small box from him with a kind smile.

his eyes light up ever so slightly, a rare occurrence. “really?” he takes his seat in the chair.

you nod before opening the box and taking a bite of the pastry. your eyes blow wide in delight. “oh wow, this is really good. better than mine.”

“you make them?” he is intrigued.

“yeah, i make them sometimes. baking is one of my hobbies. but damn- this one is really good.”

miguel’s interest in you grows. one of your hobbies is baking and you enjoy making empanadas, a pastry he likes dearly. not all but certain kinds.

one thing you and him have in common.

eventually, you recovered. since you didn’t have clothes, the nurse offered you new ones that she could find. a pair of light denim jeans, a pretty periwinkle blouse, and a pair of flats. once you were dressed and checked yourself out of infirmary, you decide to take a stroll around HQ. with your wings spread out, lots of attention came your way. you can’t walk for two seconds before someone walks up to you and immediately starts blurting out questions. asking about your wings, what universe you’re from, what kind of butterfly you were. it was annoying but you figured this would happened.

while wandering around, a group of younger looking spiders approach you. three boys and a girl. one boy in a black suit, another with interesting facial piercings, the last boy in red and blue, and the blonde girl in a white suit. they seem to be teens.

“oh, hello.” you offer a kind smile.

“oh wow! you’re real!” the blonde girl exclaims.

“wow, you’re very pretty!”

“well i’ll be damned.” the facial piercings one smirks, arms folded over his chest.

their reactions startle you a little. you really aren’t used to this kind of attention and can’t necessarily say you like it, kinda overwhelming. this is probably what being the popular kid in school was like.

“oh thanks, you guys are sweet.” you smile.

the four teens quickly introduced themselves. there names were miles, gwen, pav, and hobie. they seem like nice kids, friendly and quite funny.

“so you’re a butterfly hybrid?” gwen asks.

“yep, half butterfly just you guys are half spider.”

“do you have cool abilities like us?” miles asks.

you shake your head. “no, sadly. we just have wings, we aren’t cool like you guys.”

“nah, come on! you’re cool too! i mean- you’re a butterfly and they’re pretty insects! right?” the boy looks at his friends and they all agree.

“yeah! just because you don’t have powers doesn’t make you any less cooler.” gwen offers a smile.

“you get to fly! we have to rely on our webs to move around and sometimes they don’t always work.” pav makes a point, the others hum in agreement.

“don’t be harsh on yourself, pretty. no one here got pretty wings like you do.” hobie winks at you, making you smile. perhaps he is right.

“well, thank you. you kids are really nice.”

“so, are you and the bossman close?”

hobie’s question makes your brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “he just rescued me, i don’t think that would make us close.” a soft chuckle leaves your lips.

“but he always visited you in the infirmary, yeah?”

oh, you know exactly what they mean and can’t help but laugh. kids being nosy as usual. “well since he rescued me, it’s normal for him to check up on me.”

“yeah but he checks up on you all the time even on missions. always asking lyla how you’re doing. the man can never stop asking about you.”

okay, you weren’t expecting this kind of information. miguel constantly checking up on you, even when he’s on missions? well, he is concerned about you since you came from a troubling situation. the thought makes your heart flutter.

“¡oye!”

the teens, expect hobie who seems to be unfazed, stiffen at the familiar authoritative tone of their leader. turning around, you find miguel quickly approaching the group. the eyes of his mask narrowed, he definitely has a scowl underneath.

“you four have missions to complete. ¡vete!”

the spider teens know best than to argue with miguel so they all skedaddle. hobie, on the other hand, is unfazed by miguel’s intimidating nature. couldn’t care less of what he says. the punk spider winks at you which you makes you smile before swinging away, an action gone unnoticed by miguel. he lets out an grumble under his breath.

“scaring them shitless, huh?” you tease.

“they have missions to complete, they can’t be distracted.”

“yikes, my bad.” you place a hand over your heart with a fake pout, pretending to be hurt.

a quiet sigh leaves his lips, cursing at himself for his poor choice of words. not to mention his heart skipping a beat at the pout, even if it was fake, it affected him. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“nah, i’m just messing with you.”

the giggle you let out has an effect on him as well and miguel isn’t sure why it does. it’s just a sound, how can it affect him that much?

“come with me to my office so we can discuss about getting you back to your universe.”

“damn, i guess my time here is up.”

“you want to stay here longer?” honesty, miguel is a bit surprised, even if you were joking.

“it’s cool here. sure, i miss home but i don’t think i’ll ever get another chance to visit another universe.”

miguel seems a bit surprised yet… relieved that you’re interested in staying here a bit longer. it’s only been a short amount of time of you being here. besides, it’s actually cool to have someone who isn’t a spiderperson here. it’s totally not because he wants you to stay and talk to you more. it’s not because he doesn’t want you to leave just yet.

yeah no, totally not. that would be crazy, right?

“well… your watch can allow you to travel to whichever dimension you choose so you can visit here anytime you want.”

his heart leaps when he notices the sparkle in your eyes of enthusiasm. why does it happen every time you do something so little? why does it effect him so much? these questions keep plaguing his mind.

“wow, this is really heavy ass sci-fi shit.” you glance at the watch then up at him. “i like it.”

miguel lures you to his office. soon as possible since he didn’t want anyone else bombarding you with questions. sure it’s cool to see someone new but he doesn’t want you feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention. people need to back off sometimes. pressing a button, his desk begins levitating, which was going at a dreadful slow place.

“well, this is painfully awkward.”

miguel huffed grumpily, already sliding through the yellows screens in front of him. “don’t remind me.”

“why you need to be so high up? can’t just anyone swing up here anytime?” you ask while glancing at the various screens in fascination.

alright, you have a point. a good point since miguel doesn’t possess the iconic spidey sense. he is about to tell you that until the familiar irritating voice of a certain peter variant plops down on the ground.

“heyyy, miguel.”

the infamous peter b. parker, as well the adorable redhead baby mayday in the baby carrier.

“not now, parker.” miguel doesn’t even bother to turn around, still occupied with the screens and internally groaning at the sudden interruption.

“whaaaa i just wanna- whoa! who is this mysterious lady with… fairy wings?” peter’s eyes widen in surprise at your presence, specifically at your wings. “wait… you’re the butterfly lady!”

you snort at that, nodding. “the one and only.”

“wow… this is so cool! look, mayday! she’s a butterfly!” he glances at his daughter, who is utterly fascinated by you. the little girl just stares at you before smiling and starts babbling excitingly.

“hola, preciosa.” you coo at her, slowly approaching.

the baby squeals happily, capping her hands before reaching her tiny arms out for you. the adorable sight makes everyone’s heart melt, including miguel who is now watching the interaction.

“i’m peter and this is my daughter, mayday, who definitely likes you.” the man chuckles before taking her out of the baby carrier and holds her out to you.

“are you sure?”

“of course! she seems to like you a lot!”

peter appears to be right when those little hands excitingly reach out for you. oh your heart can’t resist such intense cuteness. you carefully take mayday and your arms and she immediately squeals happily.

for some odd reason, the sigh of you being so sweet towards the baby does something to miguel. the scene is so… heartwarming. you never mentioned if you’re a mother or anything but you seem so… motherly towards mayday. it’s unclear if you do have motherly instincts or just that caring towards a baby. either way, it effects him in some way.

“you are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.” you coo and the little girl babbles excitedly. she stares in awe at your wings. “oh you like them?” the redhead baby nods and tries touching them but you softly tell her to be careful since they’re sensitive. “how old is she?” you glance at peter but keeping an eye on her.

“a year and she’s already doing a lot.” peter said proudly, hands on his hips. the fluffy pink robe he’s wearing is quite an amusing sight. “she some gained some of her powers and has been doing great!”

you turn and look at the man with furrowed brows of confusion. “powers?”

“yeah! she got her own webs! just like her old man.” another proud statement.

before you can say anything else, the little girl leaps out of your arms and swings up to the ceiling before swinging around miguel’s office.

“oh my god…” you observe the baby with a fascinated smile, softly chuckling.

“yeah, she’s been getting better with her aiming. doing great, sweetheart!” peter cheers.

the three of you observe the baby swinging around. you and peter smiling while miguel frowning and sighing quietly. not at sweet baby mayday, no absolutely not. just at peter’s irresponsibility for handling his daughter. despite her being a super baby, her father still needs to be careful with her.

“peter, how many times do i have to tell you not to let your daughter play around in my office?” miguel pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, even through his mask he still can.

“oh come on, miguel. she isn’t destroying anything.” peter pats his friend’s shoulder, earning a glare from him even through the mask he can tell. “we all know you have a soft spot for her.”

okay, now if looks could kill, peter would definitely be under more than six feet.

that is proven when mayday finally a stops and lands on miguel’s bulky shoulder. she gently pokes around his face and miguel just stands there accepting his fate. a grumpy expression settled on his features while mayday happily pokes at his face, smiling and babbling. the adorable sight melts your heart. he definitely does have a soft spot for the little girl.

an eye roll and an incoherent grumble leave miguel’s lips, feeling a bit embarrassed by peter basically ratting him out, especially in front of you. miguel can’t even bare to look at you without feeling more embarrassed, a shy schoolboy even, despite the fact he still has his mask on. miguel simply lets mayday use him as her personal playground.

mayday continues playing around with miguel until she hangs off on his shoulder but suddenly loses balance and is about to fall until, by his fatherly instincts, miguel catches her in his large hands. your heart nearly drops and almost gasp in horror but utterly feel relieved when miguel caught her, placing a hand over your rapidly beating heart.

the little girl giggles and reaches out towards her father. miguel hands the baby back to her idiot father then resumes looking back at the screens.

“we have important things to discuss so i’m not gonna ask you again, parker, vete.”

“alright, alright. we’re going.” peter raised one hand in surrender. “time to go, sweetheart. say bye to uncle miguel and the pretty butterfly lady!”

“bye, preciosa.” you wave her, smiling.

the father and daughter duo wave goodbye before swinging off, leaving you and miguel alone. a quiet sigh of relief escapes his lips.

“she’s so damn cute. you really do have a soft spot for her, i don’t blame you.”

he isn’t facing you but you can tell he rolled his eyes.

“let’s focus on your universe, alright?”

tapping one of the screens, miguel widens it with his fingers to reveal a clearer image of your universe. beside it is information about your dimension. seeing your home tiggers a tiny teaspoon of homesickness. despite the cool futuristic atmosphere here, you do miss your cottage and beautiful gardens.

“like i mentioned before, using this watch will let you return to your universe and travel to others.”

miguel explains how the watch works and provides a demonstration with his own. with a few taps, a colorful portal appears. now it was your turn. following his instructions, you add information of your dimension and manage to create a portal.

“wow, this is crazy shit.” you softly chuckle, admiring the colorful portal.

miguel would offer a small smile but he just stands there feeling a bit… disappointed. there shouldn’t a reason to be. you needed to return back to your universe and it was time. it’s the right thing to do so why is he feeling so hesitant about it?

was it too soon? no, you’ve been here long enough and you need to head home. probably your family and friends are desperately waiting for your return after your disappearance. miguel doesn’t want them to wait any longer, nevertheless you.

despite that strange achy feeling lingering in his chest, miguel prepares himself to say goodbye.

even if he doesn’t really want to.

“wanna come see?”

miguel snaps out of those strange thoughts at your question, his eyes widening in surprise.

“what?”

“do you wanna come see my universe? since you’ve never knew of it before and i know you’re desperately curious about it, come see it.”

the brunette stands there speechless, astonished by your suggestion. should he visit your universe? it’s true, he is very curious since he never knew of its existence. but he can’t leave HQ. what if he is needed for an important mission? what if a canon disturbance occurs? he can’t leave the multiverse unattended, his number one responsibility.

but his curiosity gets the best of him.

besides, one tiny visit doesn’t hurt.

letting out a heavy sigh, miguel accepts. “alright, fine but just for a few minutes.”

your eyes light up and wings flutter happily. “trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

“lyla, place jess under temporary leadership until i return and notify me of any emergencies.”

“aye aye, captain grumpy bug.” the little ai magically appears near his shoulder with a salute, earning a frown from her boss before disappearing.

a few quiet grumbles left his lips before beginning to walk towards the portal.

“ready, captain grumpy bug?” you tease.

his expression falls flat, passing by you. “move it.”

mythical was really the perfect word to describe your universe because wow… everything is just… exactly that word and miguel is utterly astonished. he has seen many universes, all in variations and certainly this one is definitely one of the most beautiful ones to ever exist. architecture decorated with blossoming flowers and rich green vines. by his knowledge, it resembles ancient greek architecture. all of nature glowing beautifully under the vibrant shinning sun. everything is just so ethereal and… peaceful.

you notice his astonished expression, even through the mask because he hasn’t said a word since you arrived and you can’t help but smile.

“that speechless, huh?”

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes. “it’s just… really mythical, like i predicted.”

“major difference, huh?”

oh an insane fucking contrast with his universe. incredibly futuristic and solely based on heavily advanced technology. pretty much everything is on a screen. unlike your universe where is purely nature. flowers and vines everywhere. although he’s used to living in his futuristic world, miguel can’t deny how calm he feels being in your universe. like suddenly the worries of the multiverse vanished.

“well, wanna check it out?”

miguel snaps out of thought. “i don’t see why not.”

a tiny smile graces your lips before your wings begin fluttering and you’re raising in the air. “just follow me and maybe wanna try to keep up with me.”

he didn’t have a chance to respond when you suddenly take off and fly away. miguel realizes this is the first time he sees you flying. seeing those pretty wings of yours fluttering and you flying gracefully in the air. the man stands there like an idiot staring in brief awe before he realizes you’re far ahead and soon catches up by swinging after you.

while flying and swinging around, you give miguel a tour of your world. showing him significant buildings, statues, and sites. the spider-man continues to be more mesmerized by your mythical world. it was fun explaining everything to someone new, it feels refreshing and you enjoy it. but what really got you smiling is watching miguel trying to catch up to you, swinging around, shooting his orange webs at the nearest tree or building. another fun thing is flying around with someone who isn’t a butterfly, a different hybrid, nevertheless a spider. just seeing that flash of red and blue, a major contrast to the pastel of your world, is pretty amusing.

after enough show and tell, you lure miguel to your cottage. a cute tiny cottage in a secluded area and a garden completely surrounding it. miguel figured your home would be a cottage of some sort, nevertheless it’s pretty cute.

“beautiful home.”

just like the owner.

wait… did he just?

no, miguel didn’t mean it like that! okay, well- you are a beautiful woman and your home is beautiful. it doesn’t mean he’s attracted to you.

or is he and in complete denial?

he shakes the stupid thoughts away.

“thanks, it’s my favorite place ever. it’s even cuter on the inside.” you flying gracefully towards the front door before landing on your feet, unlocking and opening the door. “just watch your head.”

miguel ducks slightly due to both his abnormal height and how short the door is, assumingely accustomed to you. his eyes widen in astonished by the soft, decorative interior of your home. the natural light of sun making the interior glow ethereally. everything about it seems so cozy.

“this is… the most coziest place i’ve ever been in.” those crimson eyes glance around the interior.

“glad to know.” a soft chuckle slips through your lips. “now, imma go change real quick because i can’t stand these jeans any longer. make yourself feel comfortable, just give me a sec.”

miguel nods as he watches you fly over to where he assumes is your bedroom before continuing to glance around your home. basking in the cozy atmosphere of your little cottage.

not only it feels cozy but feels like… you.

it’s that even a description?

honestly, miguel doesn’t know what he’s thinking.

“do you want anything?”

his head turns in your direction, then suddenly his pupils dilate immensely. you come back wearing a pretty flowy dress that barely passes your thighs, exposing your legs to him. a pair of sparkly laced heels of the same color as the dress, the straps adored around your calfs so gracefully. his heart suddenly beats quickly. a rush of warmth spreads through his face and chest. a small outfit change and it effects him significantly. well, you are a beautiful woman and that dress looks stunning on you. it’s just simple attraction, a man finding a woman beautiful. no other reason why he’s feeling like this, right?

“hellooo…?”

shit, miguel must’ve looked like a goddamn idiot for staring. “uh- sorry. what did you say?” he awkwardly clears his throat, sallowing the embarrassment.

a cheeky smile graces your lips at his bashful but let it slide. “do you want anything? food or a drink? i got water, strawberry lemonade.” you fly over to the tiny kitchen, searching for a drink of your own.

“oh uh… water is fine, gracias.”

while you fetch him a glass, miguel feels something by his feet. looking down, there is a tiny light brown fluff ball. it’s a rabbit. the tiny creature sniffs at his feet. he stares down at it in amusement.

as you hand miguel the glass of water and want a quiet thank you from him, your eyes follow his eyes and notice your bunny.

“seems like you met bella and she already likes you.”

“hmm… glad she approves.”

bringing the glass to his face, the lower half of his mask disintegrates. revealing those very plump lips that make your eyes widen in bewilderment.

“i don’t wanna overstep boundaries but…” you lean over the counter, elbows rested on the surface and chin in your palms. “how come you never shown you face? i’ve seen all the other spiderpeople’s but not yours. but if it’s a privacy thing then i totally get it.”

miguel ponders for a moment, slowly placing down the glass of water on the counter.

why hasn’t shown his face? sure, there are times when he leaves his mask on but mostly he has it off. it mainly depends on his mood. now thinking about it, even peter and jessica asked the same question before. a simple grumble was his usual answer before walking away. but why did he kept it on?

without saying anything, miguel exhales quietly then allows the rest of his mask to disintegrate.

your pupils dilate drastically.

chocolate fluff of hair. the thickest eyebrows and sharpest cheekbones know to man. so sharp that you could get a paper cute if your drag your finger over it. those very plump lips that make your eyes linger a little too long than usual. but what truly captures your attention is those scarlet orbs.

never have you seen red eyes on someone. but miguel’s though… they are utterly mesmerizing. it’s a beautiful shade of red. like a rose in your garden. like a ruby hidden deep in a cave of jewels. like a cherry growing outside. that pretty type of red.

“you have pretty eyes.”

those expect eyes widen in surprise.

pretty? you consider his eyes… pretty? those exact horrific red orbs that terrifies anyone he comes into contact with. screaming in terror at how creepy they look. the eyes he loathe every time he sees them in his reflection. the eyes he gained against his will from an evil bastard. the eyes he is forever stuck with and can never gain back those brown eyes that he was born with, that no one was afraid of.

you think they’re pretty?

miguel is utterly speechless, baffled. standing there with a shocked expression like an idiot. he just can’t believe it. not to mention, you’re the first person to say something positive about his eyes.

it’s new… weird… shocking.

“uh… thanks?…” miguel really doesn’t know the correct response to this… compliment. only stands there like the awkward idiot he is.

“also, nice caterpillars for eyebrows.” you chuckle.

his expression falls flat, a deadpan look. “funny.”

“what? i’m just saying, not a bad thing though. it looks like you take care of them so kudos to you.”

you are… alluring.

sudden warmth rises in his cheeks and spreads throughout his body like a virus. miguel noticed he always experience that sensation every time he’s with you, now even more with your strange kind words. it makes his heart leap.

what are you doing to him?

is it you or him?

miguel just blames his body for behaving strangely, despite the fact it only happens with you.

he grabs the glass of water and gulps it down to cool down the heat. “how long have you been living here?” for his sake, he changes subject.

“four years. after living with my parents for years, i decided to have a place of my own. don’t get me wrong, i love them and grew up happily with them, i just always wanted to have my own home. have my own garden that i can grow and spend most of time in. i like my solitude so… here i am in my little cottage.” you glance around your home with a smile.

miguel stares at you in awe and understanding. solitude is something he values, especially now after what… happened. having his own space is a priority, a place of comfort. his has a penthouse but is never there, always occupied at HQ in his office. spend nearly every night there. alone in his solitary, empty and quiet. however, it does get quite lonely sometimes. but miguel is used to it.

“solitude is nice, especially when you have a place to go to find it.” he takes another sip of the water.

“do you have a place?”

he goes quiet for a moment. “supposedly my office, spend most of my time there than my actual home.”

that makes your brows furrowed a little. “a workaholic, huh? i figured.”

“is that obvious, hm?”

“yes, especially with those bags under your eyes.”

miguel huffs, rolling his eyes. it’s the truth though.

“you say that’s your place of solitude but you keep working yourself out.”

that silences him, a bit speechless.

“look, i know i barely know you but it’s clear you overwork yourself since you’re a leader. sure, it’s a pain in the ass managing a shit ton of universes and i can’t imagine the stress, but just take a breather. even if it’s just for a few minutes.”

wow… that is some… inspiring words.

you’ve only met recently yet it seems like you know him well enough, like you understand him. miguel had a firm belief no one could understand him, the troubles he faced. he wasn’t like any other spider-man, different in many ways. with all the shitty things he endured, secretly drugged which gifted him horrific abilities and forever changed, lost several people he cared about, lost his beloved daughter from a different universe that he destroyed.

underneath that suit is a broken man.

a broken man forever drowning himself in guilt. overworking himself to the fucking bone until nothing of himself remains.

a broken man no one could fix.

yet… found someone who sees right through him.

there goes the strange warm feeling again. invading his body, coursing through his veins. it’s driving miguel a bit crazy. constantly asking himself why this happens when the real reason stands in front of him.

miguel is too lost in thought to properly answer, staring at you with a blank expression. those crimson orbs stare into your pretty ones before moving on to your wings, which flutter ever so slowly. glimmering in the soft natural light of your home. the mesmerizing sight leaves him in a trance.

like he described you before… alluring.

you’ve been visiting HQ and spending time with miguel in his office. this time, you bring a container of empanadas meant for the big grumpy bug. since he’s told you of his love for the pastry, you decide to make him some as a thank you for rescuing you. originally you thought of making one solely for him but you figured others would want some too. walking down the hallway passing by various spiderpeople and the cells of anomalies, which never fails to amaze you, you reach miguel’s office. his desk appears to be not high in the air this time. flying over to him, you land on the platform and he turns around.

“surprise.” you greet him with a soft smile which makes his heart flutter strangely enough.

“welcome back.” his eyes land on the container in your hands. “what’s that?” he points at it.

you hold it out to him. “empanadas.”

miguel’s eyes widen in surprise. “really?”

“yep, remember i told you i make them? as a thank you for saving my ass, i made them for you.”

there goes that strange fluttering feeling his chest. “you made them… for me?” miguel is utterly shocked, dumbfounded even. you made something for him? it was usual for him to receive gifts.

“of course.” you softly smile. “although, i wasn’t sure if you wanted one or more so i just made a shit ton. if you don’t want them all, i’ll just offer them to others.”

you are… truly are alluring… and kind to him, of all people. like mentioned before, miguel has never received anything for his duties. sure, he has saved numerous lives and a simple thank you would suffice, or sometimes earn insults due to his grumpy demeanor, then he’d carry on with his day. receiving gifts especially something he loves is strange to him because it’s never happened before. you made him something out of the kindness of your heart.

“i uh… thank you.” he gingerly takes the container from you, still in complete shock and awe.

the man was utterly speechless.

something you mange to do.

another day you visit but miguel is currently on a mission. instead of waiting for him in his office which sounds dreadful, you decide to stroll around the society. meet new spiderpeople and create friends. you bumped into the spider teens, had a little conversation before they had to leave for missions or return to their universes. you continue meeting others until one certain spider-man capture your attention. a cowboy spider-man variant.

web-slinger.

the cowboy is quite charming and a little flirt. although you can’t see much of his face, it’s clear that he is attractive. his voice gives it away. not to mention that western accent. a casual conversation, him sharing stories of his universe, background, villains he fought and captured, occasional flirting here and there. you also learned his name is patrick. everything about him is so intriguing. he even offers you to ride with him on his horse. how can you refuse such a cool offer? although you can fly up to the saddle, you wanted patrick to lift you up. a shy smile graces your lips as he puts on his hands on your waist and lifts you up on the saddle so effortlessly. he hops on and you instinctively wrap your arms around his waist as you begin riding together.

after a long ass mission which almost caused him to rip off a head of a peter parker variant, miguel is on his way back to his office. walking down the hallway, he continues his journey back until he notices a familiar pretty pair of wings from a distance. miguel picks up speed, a bit too excitingly, until he stops and fully realizes the scene in front of him. you horseback riding with web-slinger. smiling and giggling to whatever the cowboy variant was babbling about. an uncomfortable feeling settles in his chest, almost like an ache.

why is miguel feeling like this?

but the longer he stares at you with web-slinger, the achy feeling grows stronger. miguel doesn’t like that. he shouldn’t feel anything from a simple interaction between you and a colleague miguel tolerates. in fact, web-slinger is one of the very few spiderpeople miguel likes and gets along with. but now seeing you with him, that feeling changes.

the sweet contagious sound of your laughter reaches his ears. it appears whatever the cowboy was telling you had you in high spirits. the sight makes miguel frown and clench his jaw. sure, patrick can toss a can joke here and there but he isn’t that humorous. what could he be possibly telling you to make you laugh and smile like that? but the more important question is why does miguel want to know? why does he feel this way? it doesn’t make any sense.

but that achy feeling doesn’t fade away.

maybe is because miguel secretly wishes it was him making you laugh like that? secretly wishes it was him hanging out with you?

is he jealous?

no, that would be crazy. miguel isn’t jealous, that is ridiculous. he is the goddamn leader of the spider society, he can’t feel jealous over a colleague who is being graced by your company and get to be the one making you laugh and smile. no, that’s stupid.

miguel shakes his head and walks away. however, much to his dismay, that achy feeling never faded with each step he took back to his office.

since then, you and miguel became interestingly close. a bond blossomed between you two. with your own watch, you visited HQ several times a week and always end up in his office when miguel is there. when he is on missions, you’d either wait in his office or hang out with other spiderpeople in the meantime. when are together, you’d discuss about your universe, the multiverse, funny stories, and personal experiences. just a simple conversation between friends, even if you don’t have an official title for your relationship. friends seems reasonable, although it feels more than and others agree with that.

stand too close towards one another. the back of yours hands briefly touching each other. looking at each other a little too longer while the other isn’t looking. it was more than the average friends experience, it was way too… intimate.

it was all fine until miguel began to realize how exactly close you are and it frightened him. that warm feeling every time he’s around you, it grows worse. just you merely in his presence, even standing a feet from him makes his skin warm. when your hands briefly touch, feel your breath against him, hear that pretty voice, look into those gorgeous eyes, linger on those very pretty lips a little too long, admire your wings when you aren’t looking.

but what drives him absolutely insane is the soft glint in your eyes every time you look up at him, the way you say his name so angelically, smiling so beautifully. all of it makes his heart beat like fucking crazy. just a touch of your skin against him lights his body on fire. how heavenly you say his name that makes him want to hear it over and over.

it’s driving him crazy.

you are driving him crazy.

not a day does by without you plaguing his every thought. his mind is constantly about you. no matter what, it automatically goes to you. it’s so bad that miguel struggles a bit to concentrate on missions. visions of those beautiful wings, fluttering so gracefully. those pretty lashes fluttering whenever your gorgeous eyes look up into his crimson ones, those eyes he secretly adores dearly. those damn pretty lips, taunting him as if begging for his own. miguel can’t even fucking sleep without thinking about you, constantly dreaming of you.

not only you plague his mind but negative thoughts as well. shitty little voices in his mind telling him that you’re too good for him, he is undeserving of you. you are the most beautiful woman, the human embodiment of beauty. nevertheless a goddamn butterfly, one of the most gorgeous creatures. miguel is this horrible creature, a monster. cursed with terrifying red eyes, talons, and piercing fangs.

it’s impossible to love a beast like him. how could you love those terrifying red eyes, talons, and fangs? how can he look at you in the eye? those scarlet orbs filled with such pain and regret staring into those beautiful ones filled with happiness. how can he ever touch you without those stupid talons piercing your celestial skin? how he can ever kiss you without those fangs cutting your lip and making you bleed?

how can someone so beautiful like you could ever fall for a beast like him?

you’re a butterfly and he’s a spider.

a spider and a butterfly don’t fit together. one is beautiful and the other is horrifying.

this isn’t right, thinking of you like this. miguel shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. he shouldn’t feel anything for you. he shouldn’t feel anything for anyone. the icy walls of his broken heart must remain strong, not allow anyone to melt it down. miguel can’t allow himself to grow close to someone. he can’t develop attachment. after losing too many people he cared about, he can’t allow it to happen again. he can’t allow himself to be vulnerable.

so there is only one solution: to shut down.

it was like flipping a switch. miguel is known for being cold towards some people, but now he is a complete fucking asshole. but most importantly, or unfortunately, an asshole towards you. that calm, chill, friendly demeanor suddenly vanished and replaced with a shitty attitude. whenever you greet him, miguel won’t respond or barely acknowledge you. instead will stare at those stupid screens or walk away silently. ask him a simple question and he will snap at you. scarlet irises glaring down at you before looking away. a few grumbles slip from his lips. when you try reaching out for his hand, he would shove or move away from your attempt.

underneath that coldness, it pains him to hurt you like this. you don’t deserve to be treated so shitty, you never did anything wrong. however, miguel doesn’t deserve you. he doesn’t deserve your kindness. he doesn’t deserve happiness. every time he sees those gorgeous eyes filled with hurt, it’s like a stab to the heart. but miguel solely believes that it’s best for you to hate him. no matter how much it hurts him to treat you so terribly.

the sudden change confused you. one minute you’re getting along then he’s snapping at you and giving you the cold shoulder. honestly, it hurts you. you truly believed there was a bond. everything was going so well until it was all suddenly thrown out the window and miguel behaving as if he despises your entire being. at first, you tried to be understanding and thought he was going through something and it’ll eventually past but it never did.

that’s when you finally had enough.

with a pissed off look on your face, you fly up to his desk. his broad back is faced to you, staring at those stupid screens like always. the sight alone pisses you off more because he knew you’re here.

“what the fuck is going with you?”

the tall brunette focuses on the screens, not bothering to turn and face you. mentally cursing at himself, knowing this was coming.

“oye, estoy hablando.” you approach his side and attempt to touch his arm but a strong hand stops you swiftly, making you gasp a little.

“no me toques.” he still refuses to look at you.

you yanked your hand from his tight grip. “what the fuck is up with you? why are you acting such a fucking dick? i thought we were cool.”

miguel scoffs and roll his eyes. “leave.”

his dismissive behavior pisses you off more. “no, answer the damn questions.”

“i’m not obligated to answer to you. now leave before you’ll make me do something i’ll regret.”

“what the fuck, miguel?! what happened?! why are you being such an asshole?!” you cry. “did i do something? i thought we were friends.”

miguel doesn’t miss the little voice crack in your tone, making his heart ache with guilt.

“friends?” the bastard scoffs again, finally turns to look at you with a glare. “i don’t do friends. we were never friends, should never have been friends or whatever you thought this was. it was a mistake.”

that last phrase shatters your heart.

miguel saw it, the hurt in your eyes the moment those vicious words left his lips.

“a mistake?…” you didn’t care about the voice cracks anymore. a thin layer of tears begin prickling in your eyes. “so it was all a lie? all for nothing, huh?”

“yes and it was pointless. i’m dealing with life-threatening problems and i can’t afford distractions.”

distractions? you are a distraction?

another stab to the heart.

“are you fucking serious? if it was pointless, then why the fuck did you let me visit here?”

“to gain information about your universe, nothing more. you were just a pawn.”

it was all a lie.

“you… you used me?… to gain information?!” those tears finally escape. “you fucking asshole! i trusted you! i cared about you! i thought we were—”

“we are NOTHING!” miguel shouts, making you flinch. “there was never anything between us! you are nothing more than a dumb little insect and live in your own fucking fantasy world.”

all of that slipped out of his mouth before miguel could fully comprehend what he just said. that he realized he fucked up so badly.

your heart completely shatters.

tears spill uncontrollably down your cheeks, causing your glossy vision. for the first time in your life, you’ve finally experienced what heartbreak is.

it was all a lie. the bond between you two was nothing but a game to him. miguel only used you to gain meaningless information. all the moments you spend together meant nothing to him. all the memories and secrets you shared with him didn’t mean shit. it was all white noise to him. miguel was the only person who made you feel comfortable with and in the end never cared about you at all. all of it meant everything to you but nothing to him.

it was pure lies.

besides the terrible heartbreak, anger began to boil in your veins. a frown settles on your face, heavily glaring up at the bastard through glossy eyes that makes miguel piss his pants.

those teary eyes of pain makes miguel realize what he has done. went too far and made the biggest fucking mistake of his life.

there was nothing else to say to him, just glaring at him with pure hatred. with a few taps on the watch, you open a portal behind you. miguel’s eyes widen in shock and realization at what you’re about to do.

“wait- don’t, please-”

miguel reaches out with a hand but is too late when you quickly turn around and walk through the portal without saying anything. yanking off the watch before the portal vanishes right after you, leaving a heartbroken miguel in the room.

miguel didn’t reach you in time and curses quietly. those scarlet eyes land on the abandoned watch on the floor with a remorseful look before slowly crouching to pick it up. with a frustrated scream, miguel smashes his desk with strong fists, creating large heavy indents almost breaking it. hunched over it and using one hand rubbing his eyes, feeing the tears of guilt and regret fall uncontrollably.

he made the biggest mistake.

he never hated himself more than ever.

he fucked up the one good thing in his life.

what has he done?

it’s been a week since the fiasco with miguel. a week of heartbreak and it fucking sucks. most days and nights of endless tears. the little walls of your cottage concealed all of your sobs. they witness the tears, wails, swearing, all sounds of heartbreak.

you just can’t believe it… you truly believed you and miguel were friends, or close in some sense. there was a spark between you two, you felt it for certain. whenever he was near, your heart never beat so quickly and a rush of warmth spread through your body. a simple touch of his hand made your mind haywire. most days your mind was occupied with thoughts of him. at first, it felt like a friendship but then blossomed into something more. you grew very fond of the handsome grumpy spider. after spending much time with him, you would come home with a loopy smile and rapid beating heart. miguel made you feel something you’ve never felt before. never have you felt this way about someone else. no one has made you feel the way miguel did.

but he made you feel that way just for scheming. miguel never actually cared about you, never felt the same way you did for him. it was all a game to him. played with your heart to gain what he desired. toyed with your emotions and tricked you into believing he cared. a man played you and you hate yourself for that. you truly believed underneath that coldness there was kindness in his heart. but it turns out it was coldness after all. not an ounce of compassion in that cold heart of his, only manipulation.

you hate miguel, with every fiber of your being.

the immense pain he caused you is unforgivable and your opinion of him is forever changed. he is not the caring person you once thought he was. actually, a manipulative fucking asshole.

honestly, you shouldn’t be crying over that asshole. he doesn’t deserve an ounce of your emotions. he doesn’t deserve to be cried over.

fuck him, he can go fuck himself.

after spending much time in the garden, you head back inside to retire for the rest of the day. entering the cottage, a yelp erupts from your throat when you find a large tall man clad in a familiar red and blue suit standing in the middle of the living room. causing you to drop the mug you had on the floor, shattering into little pieces near your feet.

“shit! are you—” miguel panics and rushes over immediately but you quickly back away from him, causing his heart to ache.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you glare at the bastard, eyes filled with hurt and anger.

“i need to talk to you but are you hurt?” he avoids the shattered pieces on the floor as miguel tries reaching out to you with a cautious hand but you continue backing away from him.

“don’t fucking touch me.” you snap and miguel backs off, a remorseful expression on his face.

“perdóname, i-i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“get out.”

his brows furrowed sadly, pleadingly. “please, let me help you clean it up.”

“you’ve already fucked things up enough, it’s what you’re good at.”

that was a low blow but deservingly so.

“por favor—”

“GET OUT!”

miguel goes silent, observing the heaving of your chest and pissed off expression settled on your face. he hasn’t apologized yet and already pissing you off. great, things are already going to shit.

“i don’t care about your help or what you need to say! just get the fuck out of my home!”

you have every right to be angry with him but miguel can’t leave without apologizing. he can’t live with himself without letting you know how much he regrets saying those vile things to you and hurting you. he would never forgive himself.

he whispers your name so gently it pains you. “i know you hate me and have every right to be. i was an asshole and i hate myself for it. just please… i need to tell you how sorry i am.”

“you think you have the fucking audacity to invade my home and try to apologize after what you did to me? un-fucking-believable, fuck you.”

he winces at that, deserving every ounce of your anger. “i know, i’m an idiot but i can’t live without telling you how much i regret those things i said.”

you huff sadly, feeling tears prickle in your eyes for the nth time. “just leave, miguel. you already caused me enough pain, i don’t want anymore.”

what feels like an anvil lands on his chest, crushing his heart. miguel can not only see the pain in your eyes but hear it in your voice too. completely exhausted and wished to be left alone. what has he done? the self-loathing grows stronger.

“i… lo siento mucho, mariposa.” his voice goes quiet, averting his gaze from yours, too ashamed to look at those beautiful eyes. “i’m so sorry for hurting you. i know you won’t forgive me and i don’t expect you to, hell i don’t deserve it. it’s just…”

your brows furrowed, still pissed off but attentive. also the pet name did not go unnoticed which made your heart flutter, despite how much anger it holds.

“the reason why i yelled at you was because i scared.” your frown deepens in confusion but you remain silent, allowing him to continue. “this is gonna sound cheesy but… you made me feel… things i haven’t felt for someone in a long time. cuando estoy contigo, i feel… different, like warm and it drives me insane, it scares me.”

you remain silent, a bit speechless. you make him feel things he’s never felt before and it scares him? is that a good thing or bad thing?

“it scares me because i care about you, more than i should, more than the average… friend.”

now you’re truly speechless.

is he saying…?

“everyone i cared about, i lost them and i couldn’t lose you. i was afraid of losing you. it’s why i can’t allow myself to be vulnerable, can’t grow attach to someone without the fear of losing them.”

you knew of miguel’s troubled past. dysfunctional family, toxic relationships, and the lost of his daughter from a different universe. he was just a broken man with a broken past. lost everything and everyone, suffered from too much pain, scarred him for life. that is why his heart is so heavily guarded. the fear of vulnerability. a shitty ass feeling.

“that’s why i pushed you away, acted like an asshole to you. i thought that making you hate me would protect you from me, that i wouldn’t lose you either but i did anyway…” a look of guilt and shame flashes across his face, shoulders sagged. “i know i can’t take back those horrible words and i forever hate myself for hurting you. please believe me that i never meant any of it. you are not a dumb insect, you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever met and your universe is the most fascinating one i’ve seen.” he finally turns to look at you. “you weren’t a pawn, i didn’t used you for gain information. i valued our conversations, our bond or friendship, every single moment. every story, memory, laugh, smile means everything to me. you mean everything to me.”

shock, overwhelmed, speechless, and flattery were what you were feeling from all of this sudden information. not to mention the skipping of your heart beat at that final phrase.

“not a single day goes by without thinking about you. no matter what i’m fucking doing, my mind directly goes to you.” miguel confesses sincerely, scarlet eyes boring into your pretty ones intensely, making your heart beat fast. “but the more i thought about you, the more i felt undeserving of you.”

your brows furrowed confusingly. “what do you mean ‘undeserving of me’?”

the spider-man sighs frustratingly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “how could you, someone so beautiful, love a monster like me?”

your heart shatters at that. how could he think of himself like that? “miguel, you’re not a monster.”

“¡mírame!” he shouts that sounds almost like a cry, fangs and talons out in their full glory. “you’re saying these don’t make me a monster? anyone who looks at me, my eyes, my fangs, my talons, always have a look of horror in their eyes. begging me not to hurt them before running away as fast as possible. i know i’m not like the others, i know i don’t have a bite. the rapture and my reflection remind me everyday.”

your heat aches terribly for this poor man. he has gone through so much. can’t even imagine his suffering, the look of horror he endured from others while trying to save the day. all you want to do is pull him into yours arms and hug him tightly.

“how can anyone fall for this?” he gestures at himself as if he is nothing. “no one will.” his eyes avert from yours, looking away in shame.

it’s silent for a moment until you finally speak.

“you’re wrong, miguel.”

the male looks back at you with a confused expression, eyebrows furrowed.

you decide to take a leap of faith, literally, taking a step towards him. “anyone can fall for you. i know everyone sees you as this big scary, grumpy guy and will literally shit their pants the moment they see you but… they don’t know the real man behind it all.”

miguel simply stares at you in awe and begin to feel his heart beating faster by the minute.

“they may see you as this scary guy but i see a man with a broken past.”

that sentence alone shattered him.

“i know you went through so much shit in the past and i will never know what it’s like but i do understand why you are the way you are. you push away people because people have pushed you away. you protect yourself from getting hurt again. from what you’ve been through, it’s understandable. but just know that there are people who care about you. i know i can’t take away your fears but know that it’s okay to be vulnerable. don’t get me wrong, it’s hard to open up to someone, to be comfortable with someone. it’s scary and that’s okay. it takes time, just take small steps but only when you feel ready.”

miguel is utterly speechless, staring at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. heart pumping rapidly with intense emotion, something you never fail to do to him. those doubts and fears slowly vanish by your words of comfort and reassurance. no one has ever spoken to him about his issues and fears. hell, miguel never talked to anyone yet you can see right through him. never thought it would be you yet… glad it is you because miguel wouldn’t want it to be anyone else. he fell first but fell even harder.

“miguel, you are the most interesting person i’ve ever met. anyone could fall for you.” you confess with a heartily chuckle. “sure, you are the most stubborn grumpy person ever,” that earns you a low chuckle and an eye roll from him, making you smile. “but really you are a very caring, passionate person. that could make anyone fall for you.”

he was falling harder by the minute. heart pounding in his chest like a drum. those sweet words were melting down the icy walls concealing his broken heart. he was breaking apart, in a good way.

“honestly, i think your fangs, talons, and red eyes are fucking cool. i mean shit- even i’m jealous of your eyes because i want red eyes or at least have rare colored eyes, that is cool as fuck. your talons and fangs makes you badass. and guess what? no one else has them, only you. you are unique.”

you made him fall in love with you even more.

“té quiero.”

you’re taken aback by his response, visibly dumbfounded. “w-what?”

those gorgeous crimson orbs remain locked on yours as miguel slowly makes his way towards you, being mindful of the shattered mug pieces that he intends on cleaning up later, until he towers over you. broad bodies merely touching, no space left in between. his hot, heavy breath fanning over your forehead. your neck crane all the way up just to meet his intense gaze. the close proximity makes your heart beat crazy with anticipation and lashes flutter.

“everything i said about you is true. besides apologizing, i wanted to tell you my feelings, even if you don’t feel the same. i needed you to know because i can’t live without you not knowing.”

due to your lack of response, miguel begin to panic a little. did he went too far? was it too much? he was about to step back when he’s suddenly yanked down and his lips meets yours. with all the height you had left, you reached for his face and yanked him down for the kiss you’ve been waiting for. his whole body is basically bent over just to reach you due to the height difference but miguel doesn’t really give a fuck about the back pain, too busy feeling those soft pretty lips of yours after waiting for so long.

instinctively, his hands grip onto your hips and give them a few gentle squeezes then slowly roam around your body, mindful of your wings. he has only touched you for a few seconds and you’re already putty in his hold. shivering at the addictive sensation, goosebumps forming on your skin. damn his hands feel so good. so big and rough. giving into his desires, miguel gets a bit more touchy. calloused hands gently groping your curves, eliciting soft little moans which makes his core ache.

the kiss grows more spicier. hands grouping each other’s bodies, soft moans and groans mingled in the hot air. miguel is too lost into the kiss until he feels you moving upward, causing him to stand up straight which confuses him for a second. breaking away from the kiss, miguel finds you lingering in the air. gorgeous wings fluttering in the air.

“the perks of having wings is that i can fly up to your level.” you wrap your arms around his thick neck, finally get the chance to. “save you the back pain.”

that elicits a light chuckle from him. “appreciate the help.” his broad hands capture your waist as miguel leans in for another kiss, which you happily accept.

much to his dismay, you part away from his lips, earning a cute little pout from him. god he is so precious. miguel tries to reach your lips but you keep backing away from him, making him frown cutely.

“mariposa…” he whines softly.

“follow me.” you whisper against his lips, a hint of seductiveness in your tone that makes miguel’s cock twitch in his now slightly tight suit.

you two stare at each other for a moment before you let go of his face and begin flying away, towards the direction of presumingly your bedroom. a shiver of anticipation travels down his spine. the throbbing sensation in his core increases annoyingly. as if you hypothesized him, miguel follows you to the room. his lust-clouded mind carrying his feet.

“joder…”

his jaw slacks at the sight in front of him. you sitting so prettily in the center of your bed with those big beautiful eyes with a seductive glint in them. enthralling wings expanded out. that pretty dress on you hugging your curves, the hem raised up to those mesmerizing thighs due to your posture, leaving your gorgeous legs exposed to his hungry gaze.

like a dessert on displayed to be devoured.

god, you’re gonna be the death of him.

miguel can feel his cock strained in his suit uncomfortably. the man is hard as a fucking rock. only you make him feel this way. those piercing crimson eyes stare you down, like a predator staking his prey. as if you are caught in his web. a pretty butterfly trapped in a spider’s web. the thought makes your thighs squeeze instinctively, clit pulsating terribly. miguel slowly climbs up the bed until he is hovering over your small frame. causing you to lay back on the plush mattress and silk sheets, trapped underneath his mesmerizing muscular frame, settled in between your legs.

miguel takes a moment to admire your pretty form underneath him before leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. instinctively, your fingers dig into his chocolate locks. the addictive sensation elicits a groan from him. just you playing with his hair makes him putty. calloused hands gently grope your curves, earning those cute little moans. his lips leave a trail from your lips, jawline, down into the crook of your neck. one hand dangled in his hair and the other gripping onto his bulky shoulder. the bulging muscles under your fingertips. god, you have been dying to feel them. his hands continue roaming and groping your body as miguel leaves needy kisses on your neck with the intention of marking you.

but miguel then suddenly realizes you’re laying on your wings, which probably feels uncomfortable. “shit- your wings.” quickly moving away from your neck, miguel swiftly sits up to give you space.

“no no no, it’s okay.” you quickly sit up as well and cup his face. “they don’t hurt when i lie down.”

miguel doesn’t protest, still a bit concerned but believes you. his gaze lingers on your wings glimmering in the dark, utterly mesmerized. for a while, you’ve notice his stare at your wings. during a conversation, you notice how his eyes would switch from your eyes to your wings and linger on them a little longer than usual. he always got that look in his eyes, an appetite. it always sent a jolt of excitement through your body. honestly, it’s kinda cute.

“you like them a lot.” you decide to tease him, briefly glancing at your wings then back at him.

“well, they’re very pretty.” his gaze on your wings never falters, utterly enthralled. subconsciously, one of his hands briefly reaches towards one wing but ultimately stops when he realizes what he’s doing.

“you can touch them.”

his eyes snap back at you, a surprise expression illustrated on his face. “are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you.” it’s that last thing he wants to do.

you nod reassuringly, caressing his cheeks. “yeah, just be careful because they’re sensitive.”

that ignited a spark inside him.

sincerely looking at you to make sure you were completely okay with this, miguel gets off the bed and stands at the edge, leaving you confused.

“turn around for me.”

your heart skips a beat at his request and makes your thighs squeeze. obeying his command, you scoot towards the edge of the bed and turn around, sitting on your knees, your wings presented to him. a rush of anticipation flows through your veins, wondering what he has in store for your delicate wings.

a gasp falls from your lips when you feel one of miguel’s hands touching one wing every so gently. his touch so soft and gentle. the sensation sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body. his fingers gently trace of the pretty patterns, taking in every little detail as if trying to memorize them all. he’s just simply lost in those pretty patterns and colors. he can admire your wings everyday. soon, miguel starts using both hands and caress your delicate wings. each touch earns him those cute soft noises that make his cock twitch terribly. the way your body slightly twitches when he touches your wings in a certain manner. back slightly arching, body shivering, goosebumps coated over your skin.

“very sensitive, are you, hermosa?” that low seductive tone makes your clit throb terribly.

“they’re the most vulnerable part of me.”

“hmm…” miguel hums lowly, slowly trailing up his hands to the top of your wings then to the bottom. eliciting another gasp from you. “i can see, especially when you arch that pretty back just by running my fingers here.” he traces over the patterns again, earning another soft gasp and back arched.

the sight makes him smirk smugly. god you are so adorable, utterly beautiful. how responsive you are to his touch, even if it’s light like a feather.

“the more i touch, the more pretty sounds you make.” miguel decided to be bold and carefully grab your hindwings before tugging them back every so gently, not enough to hurt you of course.

a moan erupts from your throat, arching your back. holy fuck, that was unexpected but felt so fucking good, like a little stretch. miguel’s ears perk up at the pretty sound, cock twitching excitedly. time to conduct an experiment, like the scientist he is.

“you like that, hermosa?” seduction laced in his tone.

“y-yes, do it again~” you sound so needy, desperate to feel that addictive sensation once more. pussy throbbing with want and desperation. you can feel the pool flooding in your panties.

fuck, that sweet needy tone drives he fucking crazy. honestly, miguel doesn’t know how much longer he can last without busting inside his suit, when he rather much do that inside that pretty cunt of yours that is most definitely wet, all because of him. the nasty thought makes his cock twitch. ever so gently but with a tiny ounce of pressure, those calloused hands play and stroke your delicate pretty wings. each touch earns him more of those heavenly sounds that is pure music to his ears. miguel grows more handsy, continues playing with your wings while his right hand sneaks around your waist and pulls you against his broad chest. the action makes you gasp, arching your back right against him.

“estas tan bontia.” that elicits a soft whine, making him chuckle softly. “the prettiest butterfly i’ve ever seen. the most beautiful set of wings.” he whispers as miguel gently strokes one forewing, making you moan softly. “mi hermosa mariposa.”

your heart flutters at that, mind going haywire.

you’re his beautiful butterfly.

the spider’s butterfly.

“m-miguel~”

he shushes you so gently, caressing your tummy as reassurance with his other hand. “you drive me crazy, ever since i met you. all i could think about was those pretty eyes, lips, wings, thighs…” another gently stroke of your forewing while his hand on your belly slowly trails down your body, dangerously close towards your throbbing core, in your inner thighs.

“f-fuck…” you couldn’t resist a moan.

he really thought about you all this time? sure, there was chemistry that many people noticed. you just weren’t sure miguel was actually into you since he was a closed off person, especially with his troubled past. but now knowing his constant thoughts of you, it’s unbelievable but a relief that he feels the same.

the throbbing was becoming unbearable. you needed this man desperately or else you’re gonna explode. with a groan, you break out of his hold, swiftly turn around to cup his face and yank him down with you on the bed with your lips pressed against his in a desperate kiss. miguel releases a surprised groan but ultimately gives in and hovers over you. he resumes his kissing trails over your body from earlier. leaves a few on your delicate neck before moving down to your covered breasts and makes out with them through the fabric of your dress. big hands kneading and squeezing the squishy fat. your fingers digging in those cute brown locks as moans escape your lips at the addictive sensation. his plump lips leave a trail of kisses down your body, giving your tummy a few pecks before reaching the hem of your dress, directly at your clothed pussy. the sweet scent of your arousal invade his senses, making his mind go haywire.

“that sweet fucking scent, drives me crazy, hermosa.” with a quick nod from you, miguel lifts the hem of your dress revealing your pretty panties to his hungry eyes. pressing his face against your clothed cunt, he inhales your scent a little too eagerly.

“miguel, please~” you moan, your needy fingers gripping on his hair as a sign.

your neediness makes him chuckle. “relájate, baby. lemme take my time with you.”

“miguel, i need you.” you whine.

“i have to taste you first, preciosa.”

as much as you want that, you really need him because the throbbing is killing you. then, an idea pops into your mind. “what if i sit on your face?”

now that makes him look up at you from in between your thighs with a surprised look. “really?” if he was a dog hybrid, his tail would be wagging excitedly.

“lay on the bed, spider boy.” a hint of seductiveness in your tone, sends a shiver down his spine.

miguel doesn’t hesitate to follow your command and lays down on the bed, switching places with you. your thighs on either of his face and hands rested on the headboard. his pupils dilate drastically when your clothed cunt is right above his face, merely inches away. without warning, miguel tears off your panties with his talons due to his inpatient behavior.

“miguel!”

“they were in the way.”

he sounds so desperate. needy to munch on your pussy. such a major turn on.

a groan escapes his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy right above him, cock twitching in his suit. oh he’s gonna devour the fuck out of you. just as he’s about to dive in, you quickly move away from his mouth which miguel notices when his lips feels air instead of your pretty pussy.

“what’s wrong? why are you moving away?” a concern look on his face, brows furrowed.

“i don’t wanna crush you.” you admit embarrassingly, gripping onto the headboard.

that concern look was replaced with a dumbfounded one. “preciosa, i want you to crush me. i want you to suffocate me.”

“but what if—”

“por dios, mujer. i want you to sit on my face completely, no hovering around. ¿entiendes?”

“but miguel- OH!”

miguel lost patience by grabbing your hips, yank you down on his face, and immediately goes to town. licking and sucking your clit feverishly. calloused hands gripping into your thighs. all you could is moan loudly, gripping onto the headboard for dear life as this man eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. miguel lets out a muffled groan at the sweet taste of your dripping cunt, slurping it all up as if he found an oasis in the desert. his tongue flicks your precious sensitive pearl, sending your mind haywire and squirm in his strong hold. a loud moan erupts from your throat as miguel’s tongue begins penetrating you, causing your wings to spasm.

“oh miguel!~” your back aches as you ride his tongue, jolts of pleasure shooting throughout your body.

“y-you taste- ugh- so- fucking- sweet.” he moans in between slurps, becoming completely pussydrunk. the tip of his tongue hits angles that you’ve never felt before or even knew existed.

“OH!- oh my god!~”

suddenly, you feel his tongue wiggling inside in a strange way that triggers your sensitivity.

“you like that, baby?” he whispers against your pussy, the vibrations make you shudder.

you nod with a needy moan. complying to your request, miguel continues drawing those patterns with his tongue. each heavenly moan from you encourages him to do more, boosting his ego. he just can’t help it. you taste so fucking sweet, an addictive nectar he can’t get enough of. loud pitchy moans bounce off the walls of your bedroom as you ride miguel’s face to fucking oblivion. your engorged clit rubs perfectly against his big nose, working up your orgasm. while his tongue fucks you mercilessly, he uses one thumb to apply more pressure to your cute little bundle of nerves. the sudden sensation makes you moan loudly, almost like a scream.

“miguel! oh!- please, don’t stop!”

like hell he will stop. the man is so goddamn pussydrunk, he literally is drowning himself in your sweet pussy. miguel can die a happy man in between your thighs. the best way to go out. the more flicks of his tongue and thumb, that warm feeling in your lower belly increases and your moans grow louder and pitchier. before you even know it, you come over his tongue with probably the loudest moan ever, pretty much like a scream. sound like a goddamn whale. back arched and wings spasms as you gush all over his face. like the greedy little shit he is, miguel devours all of your sweet nectar. obscure noises flooded the room, slurping you up like a fucking ice cream sunday. the man is up on cloud nine. your thighs tremble around his head as you begin to feel overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he is still providing with that devious tongue of his.

“fuck- miguel, stop- too much~” you whine, feeling overstimulated. you swear the headboard would break by your death grip if you had super strength.

finally once he had his fill, miguel releases your poor sensitive pussy with a pop! with a smug ass grin. oh he really enjoyed his dessert. with both hands on your waist, he carefully lowers you down so you can rest on top of him, your head rested on his chest.

“you okay?” he says sweetly, a major contrast to his filthy ass mouth moments ago. his hands rubbing your back for comfort as you recover from your high.

you hum weakly with a nod, nudging your face more into his chest. “you literally ate my fucking soul.”

miguel huffs at that, smiling like the smug bastard he is. “well, i did say you tasted sweet.” that earns him a slap on the chest, making him chuckle.

“you made that perfectly clear.”

he continues chuckling, caressing your back. “it’s the truth, you enjoyed it too.”

“yeah well now it’s time to shut you up because i’m gonna ride the fuck outta your soul.”

miguel does indeed shut up after that, pupils blown and cock twitching in excitement. without even looking at him you know he’s excited, the edges of your lips curled up into a smile as you lift up your head from resting against his chest.

“strip for me, spider boy.”

“jesús bendito…”

you take off your dress, pulling over your head with miguel’s help, who was a little too eager to take it off. just as you take it off and throw it somewhere across the room, you find miguel completely nude underneath you. your pupils dilate immensely at his exposed muscular form. goddamn he’s built like a fucking god and utterly beautiful. but what really catches your attention is his lack of underwear, meaning you are actually sitting on top of his cock.

holy fuck, he is huge.

without even looking, you can feel how big he is. does this mean he’s naked underneath his suit, all the fucking time? oh this sneaky bastard. walking around butt ass naked underneath those pixels. but that explains why his ass look so damn good in his suit. the man definitely has a dump truck.

once you’re both completely naked, you align yourself with his cock. but instead of sinking yourself onto him, you grind on it which surprised miguel. the veins among his throbbing length rubs perfectly against your clit, providing it perfect friction.

“fuck, hermosa—” miguel groans at the sensation.

“so big, miguelito~ i don’t know if you will even fit.” you lean closer towards his face, a smirk tugging on your lips. “but lets find out.”

yep, you’re the death of him.

gripping onto his chest as support and his hands on your waist, you sink yourself onto his cock. slowly taking inch by inch, feeling the thickness of his length slowly slipping through your tight slick walls, stretching you out. a shared moan lingers in the steamy air as your bodies slowly connect. goddamn this man is huge. you can feel him in your fucking guts. the bulbous tip of his cock resting perfectly against your cervix. it stings but feels so good.

“¿estas bien, chula?” he voice his concerns, taking note of your dazed expression. his thumbs draw soft circles on your hips as comfort.

“y-yeah, you’re just… big… fuck—”

miguel holds back a smug grin, softly chuckling. “when you’re ready, preciosa.”

after giving yourself some time to adjust to his thick length stretching out your walls, your hips begin moving slowly. testing the waters to eventually find a rhythm you like. you move up and down in a slow pace, riding his cock like you desired. fuck, he feels so amazing. each contact of his tip with your cervix sends jolts of pleasure throughout your body.

“oh miguel~” you arch your back, pushing your exposed tits out to his lustful gaze.

he stares in awe of your jiggly tits as you ride him. the way the supple fat jiggle synchronized with your bouncing hips. a feeling of hunger bubbles in miguel’s chest as his hands on your hips to travel up and grope them. squeezing and kneading them, relishing the soft squishy fat in his calloused palms. his fingertips pinch your perky nipped then gently tug them, eliciting a whimper from you.

“asi, bebé, asi.” he praises when your hips pick up pace, finally found a rhythm. his sweet praise did earn him a clench around his cock, making him groan. “fuck- you like that, baby?~”

“uh huh~” you nod dumb, too cockdrunk.

while fondling with your tits, those ruby eyes admire your wings as they flutter and spasm with each bounce. his hands leave your to grab the bottom of your hindwings and give them a tiny tug, causing a moan to escape your lips. oh the little stretch feels good. throwing his head back on the pillow, miguel relishes the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing the life of his cock, making him go insane. his hands travel back to hold your waist as he starts rolling his hips into yours, picking up the pace. obscure noises echo throughout the walls of your little cottage. such a cute, cozy home from the outside but filled with nasty noises inside, such a major contrast.

“ay chingado~” miguel groans as you sinfully circle your hips. god, you’re killing him.

through hooded eyes, you admire his sweaty panting form. the rippling of his muscles with each thrust. those idents and scratches on his chest from your nails. the clenching of his jaw before letting out heavenly groans and moans, a sneak peek of those pearly white fangs. god you can admire him all day, especially underneath you. unfortunately, your legs were giving out due to the burning sensation but luckily miguel’s strong hands on your hips guiding you was a major help. desperate for your lips, miguel sits up to have you right in his lap and wrap his arms around your waist before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. your bodies collided and smushed together, your soft breasts pressed against his broad chest. sallowing each others moans and groans of pleasure as you continue making love.

“miguel~” you throw your head back as his cock hits that sweet spot inside with a deep thrust.

miguel seizes the opportunity to lean in and brush kisses on your exposed neck as he continues pumping not your tight pussy. a gasp falls from your lips as his own takes one of your nipped and suckles on it. instinctively, your chest arches into his greedy mouth to feel more. his tongue flicks the sensitive bud, drawing circles around it then sucks it. he alternatives both breast, sucking one while pinching the other. the sensitive drives you crazy, an infinite amount of moans and whimpers leave your lips as you bounce in his lap. one of his hands reach down in between your bodies, finds your clit and gives it several flicks. the sudden feeling makes you squeal. miguel lets out a groan as you clench around his dick. the attention on your little bundle of nerves and miguel’s cock fucking you so deeply causes your climax to approach quickly. miguel senses his own with each squeeze of your pussy and balls tensing up to prepare a big load for your pretty cunt.

“you’re close, baby. i can feel it. dámelo, bebé.” miguel coos, panting against your pretty face full of ecstasy. god, you look so beautiful.

that familiar warm sensation in your lower abdomen returns, escalating quickly. with a loud moan of his name and head thrown back, you gush over his cock. miguel groans at the beautiful sight and sensation. his beautiful butterfly reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy. a sight forever ingrained in his mind. with a few more thrusts, you feel his cock twitch before miguel finally comes inside you with a moan of your name. his thick warm seed coating your walls, filling up your womb. you softly whimper at the feeling, so full and filled. you two remain like that, holding onto each other like an embrace, sweaty bodies connected. your synchronized panting echos in the air as you both recover from your highs.

after a few minutes of silent recovery, miguel is the first to speak. “you okay?”

“yeah…” you hum weakly, still fucked out.

it was another few minutes until miguel carefully pulls out and slowly lays back down on the bed taking you with him in his arms. your head rests against his heaving chest, the rapid beating of his heart against your ear. the sound smooths your post-sex mind, making you a bit sleepy. one of his hands rubs your back in a slow gentle manner, providing you some comfort. a peaceful moment enjoying each other’s presence as you recover.

“i meant everything.”

his voice prevents you from falling into slumber.

“huh?”

“my apology, everything i said about you, i meant it.”

lifting your head, you glance up at him with a soft smile. “i know and i meant what i said too.”

miguel mirrors your smile and caresses your cheek with a hand, feeling his heart fluttering.

resting your head back on his chest, you remember to add one thing.

“oh by the way, this doesn’t mean i forgive you. you still a long ass way to go, cabrón.”

a soft chuckles leaves his lips. “i figured.”

but truthfully, miguel will work his ass off to gain your forgiveness. for right now, he just wants to hold you in his arms. perhaps aftercare is the smart thing to do, which he’ll do later, but he just wants to enjoy this peaceful moment with you. holding his beautiful butterfly in his arms and admire her for eternity.

the butterfly caught in the spider’s web.

©⠀TEENIDLEGIRL⠀♡⠀don’t plagiarize or repost my work

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #16

It started, as these things often did, with Clockwork showing up at 3:07 AM in Danny’s bedroom and dragging him out of bed by the ankle like a disappointed father dealing with a child who had failed Algebra. Again.

“Wha—Clockwork?!” Danny shouted, flailing in his space-themed pajama pants as he was unceremoniously yanked into a swirling portal of green and purple time goop. “I have school in four hours!”

“You won’t need it where you’re going,” Clockwork said with the kind of deadpan that made you suspect he hadn’t laughed in several centuries.

“That sounds like a threat.”

“It is.”

Next thing Danny knew, he was falling face-first onto a Persian rug that smelled faintly of incense, ancient secrets, and emotional trauma. He groaned and looked up just as a swirling portal closed behind him, revealing a tall, caped man sipping tea with the patience of a man who had seen God, mocked Him, and been promptly smacked in the face for it.

“Stephen Strange,” Clockwork said, materializing again because apparently he didn’t believe in exits, “meet Daniel Fenton. You’re going to teach him how to not accidentally vaporize the concept of space.”

“I what?” Danny blinked.

“Wait—this is the child you were talking about?” Strange said with a distinct expression of “I expected someone taller and more eldritch.”

Danny raised a hand. “Hi. Still in my pajamas. Please explain.”

Clockwork gave him a look. “You’ve been randomly tearing holes in the multiverse with your emotions. If you continue, you’ll accidentally delete the timeline where pizza was invented.”

Danny went pale. “That’s my favorite timeline!”

“That’s why you’re here.”

And that’s how Danny ended up training at the Sanctum Sanctorum instead of going to college like a normal eighteen-year-old. Not that Danny was ever normal. Or functional. Or even consistently corporeal at this point.

“Why is there a ghost teenager eating cold Pop-Tarts in my artifact room?” Wong asked the next morning, frozen mid-step with the sling ring still on his fingers.

“I live here now,” Danny said through a mouthful of Strawberry Frosted. “Clock Daddy said so.”

Wong stared at Strange. “We don’t even let you eat in here.”

“He’s technically a spectral demi-being empowered by quantum echoes,” Strange muttered. “I’m not sure he can be stopped.”

Danny quickly became the Sanctum’s chaos gremlin. The Cloak of Levitation hated him, loved him, used him as a chew toy, and then dragged him into a corner and cuddled him while he tried to watch anime at 2AM. Danny responded by naming it “Blanky.” The Cloak permitted this. Wong did not.

There was one particular week when Danny got stuck halfway between dimensions because he got emotional watching a Pixar movie. “I JUST—THEY FORGOT ABOUT BING BONG, STRANGE, THEY FORGOT—”

“Kid, I swear to the Vishanti, if you collapse another nexus realm because of children’s media—”

“HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR JOY, OKAY?”

Training with Strange was like being punched in the brain repeatedly with Shakespearean insults and quantum theory. Danny tried. He did. But he was more of a vibes-based learner, while Strange was a “recite this 900-word incantation backwards while dodging metaphysical arrows” type of teacher.

“I can just blast it, though?” Danny argued, half-asleep, floating upside-down above the kitchen one night.

“No. No blasting. No phasing. No yelling ghostly wail and reducing my library to ash.”

“But I’m good at those!”

“You also set the Time Fractal on fire.”

“It had a face. It looked at me first.”

Clockwork would appear now and then, mostly to drop Danny cryptic warnings like “Avoid the one with the metal arm,” or “Never trust a raccoon with a gun,” or “Don’t play Uno with Loki. He cheats.”

“I don’t even know a Loki,” Danny protested.

“You will.”

Danny’s powers kept getting weirder. One time he coughed and spat up ectoplasm that turned into a sentient clone of himself, but with an Australian accent and a nicotine addiction. They had to banish him to the Mirror Dimension after he started flirting with Strange.

“Who made you like this?” Strange hissed, trying to undo the spell with rapidly twitching fingers.

“I think I made myself like this,” Danny whispered.

Somehow, the multiverse noticed. A portal opened on a Tuesday—because of course it did—and dropped in Peter Parker mid-panic with a half-dead demon strapped to his back and a terrified expression.

“HELP! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!”

Danny stared, eating a microwaved burrito. “Are you a spider?”

“Are you a ghost?!”

“Do you want a burrito?”

“Yes?!”

And that’s how Danny accidentally made a new best friend. Peter and Danny had exactly the same amount of brain cell(s), which meant Strange had to install magical barriers to keep them from combining into a singularity of disaster.

“Stop bringing the Spider-Child into my Sanctum!”

“He brought himself! Through a hole! In the air! Like me!”

“Oh god, there are two of them now,” Wong muttered, lighting incense aggressively.

The Sanctum slowly became a hub for the weird and unstable. Kamala Khan stopped by and declared Danny her new weird older cousin. America Chavez tried to punch him once and fell into his thermos. Loki found him and said, “Ah. You’re one of those,” and walked away very quickly.

One particularly cursed day, Tony Stark walked in, saw Danny floating above a bowl of ramen while casually moving furniture with his mind, and said, “Nope,” before immediately walking out.

Danny’s magic was…unconventional. When Strange taught him how to summon a shield, Danny ended up with a glowing neon green circle that said “NOPE” in ghostly cursive. When told to summon a blade, Danny pulled out a glowing halberd shaped like a Fenton Thermos with an axe edge.

“I call her ‘Big Suck.’”

“I hate you,” Strange said.

“I love me.”

Then came the Incident. Danny got bored, which, to be clear, is always the beginning of the apocalypse. He found a cursed artifact that looked like a snow globe with a tiny screaming soul inside and thought, this seems fun.

It was not fun.

He broke it open trying to use it as a nightlight and released an ancient chaos entity named The Unfathomable Carl. Carl had a god complex, seventeen mouths, and a Twitter account within four minutes of escaping.

“HOW DID HE EVEN GET A PHONE?!” Strange screamed while fending off a barrage of cursed pigeons.

“HE FOLLOWED ME ON INSTAGRAM!” Danny shouted from behind a sofa.

It took three Avengers, a packet of Mentos, and Danny screaming “YOU’RE NOT EVEN THAT SCARY, CARL!” to trap him back in the snow globe. Clockwork appeared mid-chaos, sipping ecto-tea.

“This was necessary for your growth,” he said calmly.

Danny hurled a shoe at him.

Eventually, Strange came to a horrifying realization: Danny wasn’t learning magic in the traditional sense. He was absorbing it. He was like a sponge that had been dunked in eldritch Kool-Aid and now radiated unpredictable power every time he sneezed.

“Do not, under any circumstance, let him near the Time Stone,” Strange told Wong.

“He already touched it.”

“WHAT?!”

“He said it ‘smelled like cosmic fruit roll-up’ and tried to lick it.”

“I HATE THIS CHILD.”

Danny was currently learning how to open a rift without screaming “YOLO” at the top of his lungs. Progress was…questionable.

“Did you just use Ebonic incantation slang to fold space?”

Danny grinned. “Magic, but make it ✨feral✨.”

“You’re going to give me an aneurysm.”

“I already gave Wong one.”

“You what—?”

At some point, Nick Fury showed up, stared directly into Danny’s glowing green eyes, and immediately called for backup.

“He’s a threat to national security.”

“I’m seventeen!”

“You’ve destroyed seven timelines.”

“Okay but they were minor timelines! Who needs a universe made of talking cats, anyway?”

“…I did.”

Even the Watcher started side-eyeing Danny like a nervous babysitter. Carol Danvers tried to spar with him once and ended up in a ghost trap he made out of duct tape and ambition. “I respect you,” she told him from inside the glowing cube. “But I hate you.”

“Get in line.”

By the time Danny hit six months of training, he’d accidentally absorbed a minor chaos god, reinvented ice magic as a form of dance-fighting, made friends with Mephisto (“He’s not that bad once you get past the brimstone”), and turned his hair permanently silver-blue from temporal exposure.

Strange sat in his chair, robes scorched, tea long gone cold.

“Wong,” he said softly. “I think the child is the apocalypse.”

Wong nodded solemnly. “And yet…I fear I love him.”

Danny phased through the wall with sunglasses and a churro. “Hey! Want to help me prank Odin?”

Strange sighed like a man whose karma had caught up with him.

“I’ll get the goat.”

And so it continued. Danny Phantom: Ghost Kid, Sorcerer-In-Training, Time-Space Menace, and unofficial emotional support chaos goblin of the multiverse. He may not have understood quantum geometry, astral projection, or taxes—but damn it, he had style.

And, apparently, a date with the Living Tribunal next Tuesday.

“I hear he’s into jazz,” Danny said. “Think I should bring cookies?”

“You’re going to destroy everything.”

“Yeah, but like—charmingly?”

[thewanderingconstellation]

Dimensional traveling Prince!Danny Fenton & Obsessed but still somewhat sane and logical! Damian Wayne

Just a random DeadSerious prompt I thought of at like 2am :>

Clockwork stumbled upon a peculiar universe where a group of humans had been engaging in bizarre activities. Recognizing the need for investigation, Clockwork assigned the newly announced Prince Phantom, a 14-year-old named Danny Fenton, to venture into this realm. It was a training opportunity for Danny, preparing him for his future role as King. Through a portal, Danny found himself suspended above the Lazarus pit, with Ra's al Ghul standing below him. Fortunately, Danny was dressed in his regal attire, which inexplicably aged him to 18 years old, sparing him from too much embarrassment. Ra's began questioning him, leading to a discussion about the potential dangers of the pit.

During his stay, Danny crossed paths with Damian, who was in the midst of his training. The 8-year-old assassin-in-training wasted no time in challenging Danny to a duel. As expected, Danny emerged victorious, leaving a lasting impact on Damian. Danny revealed that he too was an heir to a throne, possessing strength, power, and a tolerable personality, as Damian had previously remarked. These qualities managed to thaw Damian's cold and unyielding heart, finding a special place within it. From that moment on, Damian began courting Danny using the rituals he had learned from secret books in the league's library. He showered Danny with small gifts, heartfelt letters, acts of service, and even presented him with his second favorite knife.

In the meantime, Danny had been well aware of the situation right from the beginning, and he wasted no time in creating distance between himself and the child. Forget about it! Sure, he might be clueless at times, but he's not foolish! When a child hands you a thornless Rose and affectionately calls you 'Habibi', 'Rohi', 'Hayati', 'Albi', and/or 'Ya Amar'—even though he may not fully understand the meanings behind those words, he definitely knows what 'Habibi' means—you can't help but have doubts, you know?! So Danny tried his best to keep the kid at arm's length, not wanting to give him false hope. After all, the kid was only 8 years old for crying out loud! But you have to give it to the kid, he was incredibly stubborn and persistent.

As time went on, two whole months flew by, and Clockwork finally informed Danny that there was no longer any need for him to investigate or keep an eye on the pit. When Danny asked for an explanation, the old man, true to his cryptic nature, simply delivered a mysterious message and left, much to Danny's annoyance. All he could do was leave a letter of explanation for Damian. Damian's heart shattered into a million pieces when he read the letter, realizing that he would never be able to see or even meet Danny again, as they belonged to different dimensions.

Time flew by and it was finally the moment to reveal his secret identity to his parents as Phantom. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and he ended up being captured by the GIW, strapped to a surgical table for three days. After escaping, he made a quick exit from home, promising his friends and sisters that he would keep in touch. Clockwork then whisked Danny away to another dimension, sensing that he needed a change of scenery. Dropping him off in a crime-ridden city with just a backpack of essentials, including a dagger from Damian. As he transformed back to his human form in Gotham, he pondered his next move. Suddenly, a young vigilante? Hero? appeared and whisked him away through the city with a grappling hook. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse!

Damian, now taking on the role of the vigilante Robin, was out patrolling alone. His father wanted him to gain more experience on his own. As he made his way through the city, he noticed a faint but distinct bright light coming from one of the nearby alleys. Curiosity piqued, he decided to investigate.

To his surprise, he saw his beloved from years ago emerging from a strange green portal. Gone was the royal attire Damian was accustomed to seeing him in. Instead, he was clad in a black and white HAZMAT suit, with a symbol in the center. And astonishingly, he even held the second favorite knife that Damian had given him all those years ago.

In a matter of seconds, his beloved transformed into what Damian believed to be a Wayne adoption bait. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards them, landing in front of them and carefully assessing the situation. In one swift motion, he slung his beloved over his shoulder and shot his grappling hook, swiftly taking off with them.

Damian wasn't sure what he would do next, but one thing was certain - he would never let his beloved out of his sight again. He had lost him once, and he refused to lose him again. His possessiveness over the things and people he considered his had grown stronger.

Perhaps he would find a way for them to sign marriage papers, or at least become engaged, despite their young age. Of course, it would only happen if his beloved, Danny, agreed to it. Consent and trust were crucial in any relationship, after all. If Danny disagreed, Damian would resort to the courting rituals his mother had taught him. The conventional methods from books hadn't worked, so he would try his mother's unique approach. Granted, he was technically kidnapping him, but it was only a few steps ahead. Damian was determined to win his beloved's heart, no matter what it took.

[monzamash]

lando norris x you rating – mature (sex, coarse language) blurb for monzamusings ✨

“honey, you need to be quiet.”

lando’s head nearly spun off his shoulders at your stern warning, quickly catching his pouty bottom lip between his front teeth, “no no no…” he whined with burning forearms and a sheen of sweat covering his brow.

you don’t know how you ended up in the study of daniel riccardo’s la mansion, riding the man you swore was only a hook-up, on what looked like a stupidly expensive vintage leather lounge. presumably imported from italy, hiding generations of history and secrets – your sinful act now forever stitched into the frayed seams.

or maybe it was the way he stepped into the dimly-lit backyard with that handsome fucking face and a backwards cap; the loosely buttoned down shirt didn't hurt either, showing off prime real estate on his chest you so desperately wanted to mark. his hazel eyes scanned the room before he found yours staring back.

it didn't take long for him to end up by your side and temporarily ease the tension only the two of you could feel. the familiar hand sliding down your back had you tingling, chills cascading down your exposed back while his warm fingertips barely brushed over your hip. he pressed a friendly kiss to your cheek, said hello and it was pathetic, really, the way you curled into his touch, aching already.

"good to see you."

"and you. congrats on the win."

"thank you."

short, to the point. no funny business, just two people having a conversation and telepathically undressing each other.

totally under control.

but really when you zeroed in on the details, the most likely reason for your spontaneous fuck in daniel's study was undoubtedly his teasing lips hovering beside your ear, warm breath tickling your delicate skin as he whispered, “thought of you a lot after the win back in my hotel room.”

there was something innately wicked about lando norris and how quickly he could have you tied in knots behind closed doors, quivering into his calloused fingertips. and with anyone else, you’d be mortified by how quickly you came, arched into his heaving chest while his lips floated beside your ear, spurring you on. but you were both equally hooked on each other, fucked beyond the "casual" label.

“ah baby you feel so good.” lando whimpered through gritted teeth as you fished his cock out of his tight briefs, slid him in with a soft hum and took control. he clawed at your delicious hips rolling over him, again and again, sending him into another dimension entirely.

he looked almost angelic with his ocean eyes clamped shut, eyelashes fluttering over his freckled cheeks as every surge of pleasure twitched at his knitted brows. you knew he was nearing the end of his tether when his pink lips slightly parted and nostrils flared; the deep grumble of pleasure changing from rough and calculated to soft, high pitched whimpers. it was his tell and you’d loved it from the second you heard it – it was desperate, almost adolescent but god it made you shudder with pleasure every time without fail.

“close, honey?”

“uh-huh,” he panted, eyes shut and death gripping your shaking thighs.

“want you to come inside me.”

“uh-huh. yep. god, yes please.” oh, he was detonating.

“feel so full, lan – let me take it,” you coaxed and ran your fingertips along the intricate muscles dancing under the skin of his tensed neck, admiring until his jaw slacked open. maybe you were a bit hasty to cover his mouth with your firm hand, gasping when you met a set of wide, shocked eyes looking up at you.

“baby i’m so sorry.” you pouted but held the pace you knew he needed to get off and he nodded in time with the steamy whimpers he was muffling into palm of your hand.

“you’re so good to me.” he managed to mumble before his strong arm slipped around your waist to hold you down, bottoming out in your slick, tight cunt as he shakily bucked through the blinding white light.

lando frantically hummed praise and adoration in a voice an octave higher than yours as he painted your insides, nipping every inch on your damp neck as he floated down from the clouds, dazed smile etched into that look you knew all too well.

“they won't miss us for another five.”

a//n – y'all bamboozled me right at the end with the poll and i'd already finished writing this one but needy friends to lovers lando will be out soon i promise x

[f1-mcmuffin]

YES PLEASE A WAG CHAPTERRRR

Meeting the WAGs

(Requested) Lando Norris x Reader (5th Member of BLACKPINK AU)

| Lando Norris Masterlist| Main Masterlist | Spotlight & Slipstream Masterlist |

Kelly Piquet

The harbor at Yas Marina glowed like a jewelry box. Neon reflections danced across the water from the yachts docked along the promenade, voices and music bleeding into the warm night air like perfume.

Inside one of the larger yachts — privately rented by a sponsor with more money than taste — the mood was something between effortless luxury and soft chaos. The music pulsed low, cocktails in crystal glasses were passed around, and everyone looked like they belonged in a Vogue spread.

She stood near the back of the upper deck, leaning slightly against the railing, sipping from a glass of still water. Her dress was deep green, silk, and subtle — cut just right, the kind that didn’t scream for attention but always got it anyway. Her hair was twisted up in a way that suggested zero effort, but wasn’t. A soft breeze lifted a few loose strands as she looked out toward the dark sea.

She was waiting for Lando to come back — he’d disappeared five minutes ago to talk to someone from McLaren. She didn’t mind the pause. She liked watching people when they didn’t know they were being watched.

That’s when Kelly approached.

Not directly — not rudely either. Just a quiet, graceful arrival, a flute of champagne in hand, her walk slow and measured across the deck. She wore a backless navy dress, hair slicked into a bun, and looked — as always — like she belonged in three places at once: a Monaco villa, a fashion week front row, and a post-race celebration.

“Y/n, right?” Kelly’s voice was low, clipped, but polite.

She turned, a blink of surprise crossing her features before she composed herself with a soft smile. “Yes. and Kelly?” 

They shook hands — briefly, cleanly. No fake kiss on the cheek. Just mutual acknowledgement.

“I’ve been meaning to say hello,” Kelly continued. “Max talks about Lando a lot. And you... sort of became the paddock’s best-kept secret overnight.”

She smiled at that, amused. “I wasn’t trying to keep anything secret. I just prefer… quiet entrances.”

Kelly’s eyes flickered — amused or assessing, it was hard to tell. “That’s rare around here.”

They stood for a moment, side by side, the soft clink of glasses and murmured laughter behind them.

“I liked your lap video,” Kelly said suddenly. “The one with Lando.”

She let out a quiet, half-horrified laugh. “Oh God. That’s going to follow me forever, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is,” Kelly said, tilting her glass. “And you using his middle name was amusing.”

She playfully rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. “He deserved it. He hit that corner like he was trying to access another dimension.”

Kelly took a sip of champagne, studying her out of the corner of her eye. She was graceful, but unpolished — not in a bad way. No forced giggles to blend in, no PR-trained phrases. She wasn’t performing. That made Kelly pause.

“So… you dance, right? Professionally?”

“I did,” She said. “Not so much anymore, but I try to take classes when I can and touring when my company wants a quick buck.”

“And this?” Kelly gestured faintly toward the harbor, the paddock just beyond it. “This has to be completely different from what you're used to?”

“It is. But I love him,” she said simply. “So I’m willing to figure out how to exist in his world without losing mine.”

Kelly actually blinked at that. It wasn’t defensive. It wasn’t self-aggrandizing. Just... honest.

Most women, especially in this environment, didn't say things like that. They played the game or pushed against it. She didn’t seem interested in either and Kelly respected that.

“Well,” Kelly said after a pause, offering her hand again, “it’s good to finally meet you.”

She shook it. “Likewise.”

Lando appeared a few minutes later, slipping an arm around her waist and murmuring something low in her ear. She smiled at whatever it was and leaned slightly into him, effortlessly.

Kelly watched them for a second, then turned to rejoin Max on the other side of the deck.

She didn’t envy her — no. Kelly understood something about her now that she hadn’t expected to. She wasn’t here to prove anything. She was just here to be and support.

Kelly knew she would fit right in.

Francisca “kika” Gomes

The terrace buzzed quietly — VIPs mingling under wide umbrellas, drinks sweating against crystal glasses, the low rumble of race cars still echoing from the track below. The chaos of qualifying had died down, replaced by that brief lull before the media blitz and sponsor dinners.

Kika stood near the railing, half-listening to one of Pierre’s engineers explaining something she didn’t care to listen to. She politely and mindlessly nodded, sipped her spritz, and let her eyes wander.

The rhythm of a race weekend. The polite nods, the glittering people who smiled too hard. She’d learned how to keep her guard up — how to spot when people are being too fake with her or the other wags, also when people who are here for a quick photo for instagram and couldn’t care less about any of the drivers except for Lewis.

Kikas eyes stopped on her, she was standing near the back corner of the terrace, facing away from the crowd.

She wasn’t anything Kika expected, especially from her status. She wasn’t loud or camera-hungry. She was just there and yet she got all the attention. 

She dressed like she didn’t care about being noticed — oversized sunglasses pushed up into her hair, black baggy jorts and a cropped Mclaren top, dog tag necklaces layered over her collarbones. She leaned against the glass, sipping something iced from a paper cup, head tilted toward Lando, who stood next to her in full team gear, smiling like he wasn’t even aware he was smiling.

They looked like people who didn’t need to explain anything to each other.

And that — that — intrigued Kika.

Kika watched them for a few seconds. Lando looked relaxed. More than that — at ease. He leaned in when he spoke, eyes crinkling at something she said, and Kika caught the faint sound of her laugh — quiet, low, real.

There was something about her that made Kika want to say hello. Not out of politeness. Just... curiosity. Kika convinced Pierre to walk with her. 

“Hey,” Lando said when they approached, spotting Kika first. “Hey Kika, this is Y/n.” he said as Pierre pulled Lando into a bro-like hug.

She turned to Kika, warm but unreadable. She didn’t offer an air-kiss or a perfectly timed smile. Just a simple, “Hi,” and her hand outstretched to shake.

Kika took it. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

Her voice was calm. Even. She didn’t fill the space with chatter or apologies. She didn’t seem interested in faking her personality. Kika respected that.

Pierre stepped away a moment later to greet someone else, and Lando followed him — leaving the two women alone by the railing.

They stood in silence for a few moments. Not awkward. Just letting the noise settle.

“You’ve been to many races?” Kika asked eventually.

She shook her head. “A few. I’m still figuring it all out.”

“You seem comfortable.”

Her mouth tilted up. “Comfortable and understanding are two different things.”

Kika laughed lightly. “Fair.”

They both looked out at the track, the sun stretching the shadows across the asphalt.

“You like it?” Kika asked.

She paused, considering. “I like the parts in between. Before the race. After it’s over.”

Kika nodded. She understood that.

She glanced sideways at her. “You’ve been around longer than I have.”

“A bit.”

“Does it ever stop feeling so… big?”

Kika smiled faintly. “Not really. But it gets easier to tune it all out.”

She nodded slowly, like she appreciated the honesty.

There was something steady about her. Quietly grounded, not trying to take up space — but not shrinking from it either.

“I’m glad we finally met,” Kika said, sincerely. 

She looked at her for a second, then smiled. “Me too.”

Later that night, when Pierre asked what she thought of her, Kika didn’t hesitate.

“She’s cool,” she said simply, tying her hair up. “I think we’ll get along.”

And she meant it.

Carmen Montero Mundt

Carmen had gotten good at being unbothered.

You have to be when you’re dating a Formula 1 driver. Especially one like George — polite, polished, endlessly well-spoken, but still... on display. Cameras, fans, whispers, the occasional awkwardly framed headline.

She’d learned how to blend in just enough — offer the right smile, say the right thing, wear sunglasses that made you unreadable but still “present.”

But today, Carmen was a little on edge. Not because of George or the upcoming qualifying.

Because she was here.

Not just “here” in the paddock but here, in the same lounge, a few feet away, sitting with her Mac and a notebook open, on a black leather sofa like she'd dropped out of a Pinterest board and couldn’t care less.

Carmen had seen her before, obviously. She wasn’t blind nor immune to the internet.

Carmen had also seen the fan threads. The shipping. The slow-burn speculation about her and Lando. The way people spoke about her like she was both an enigma and their emotional support k-drama lead.

Now, here she was in real life.

Wearing wide-leg jeans, with vintage dior heels and a strapless sweetheart top, and a vintage leather Lotus F1 jacket. Landos Mclaren necklace mixing with her own. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, light makeup. She looked beautiful even when it seemed like she wasn’t trying at all.

George had gone off to film something with Sky Sports awhile ago, leaving Carmen with her second coffee and too much silence.

She caught her eye first and to her surprise smiled. A genuine, not-too-big, not-too-performative smile. Not the “I know you’re watching me” smile Carmen had expected from someone with millions of fans and a chokehold on Lando Norris.

Just a normal girl's girl smile. Friendly and inviting.

Carmen stood and started approaching her. ‘I’m being normal, I’m being calm, I’m being curious.’ she said to herself in her head.

“Hi,” She said before Carmen could. “You’re George’s girlfriend, Carmen, right?” Her voice was so soft. Softer than Carmen imagined. Not meek, just measured.

“I am,” Carmen said. “And you’re...very brave for doing that lap with Lando.”

She laughed. “Oh, thank you.”

They shook hands. Brief but solid. Carmen sat across from her.

There was a moment — just a blink — where Carmen thought she might shift, go guarded, maybe even cold. But instead, she did the opposite.

“You look great, by the way,” she said, eyes flicking to Carmen’s outfit — cream trousers, navy blouse, Cartier watch. “Effortlessly chic. I’m making mental notes as I speak.”

Carmen blinked. That wasn’t what she expected. She smiled despite herself. “That’s funny. I was thinking the same about you. That jacket is dangerously good.”

SHe grinned, leaning back into the sofa. “It was my mom’s. Shee was a Lotus fan.” No flexing. Just... a distant memory.

They talked. About nothing big at first — espresso quality in different paddocks, the weirdest media request their partners had received, how she had accidentally insulted a McLaren engineer by calling brake dust “glitter.”

And somewhere between the second joke and the third shrug, Carmen realized something:

She wasn’t trying to be impressive. She wasn’t trying to command the room.

She was just watching. Not from a place of coldness — but observation. She moved like a dancer even in stillness — aware of space, of posture, of people. Controlled, but never stiff.

Carmen had met plenty of “it girls.” but she didn’t feel like that. She felt like someone who’d seen too much to waste time pretending.

“Everyone told me you were intimidating,” Carmen said at one point, half-laughing.

She raised an eyebrow. “Everyone?”

“George,” Carmen clarified. “And a few of the other girls in the paddock. They said you were impossible to read.”

“And what do you think?” she asked, sipping her macha latte, eyes steady.

Carmen paused. Then said honestly, “I think you just don’t waste energy explaining yourself.”

She tilted her head. “That’s generous.”

“No, it’s just accurate.”

She smiled — slower this time, but real. She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and looked down for a moment, like she hadn’t expected that.

Before Carmen could say more, Lando appeared— hair damp, team shirt half-buttoned, eyes bright.

“There she is,” he said, dropping beside her like he always belonged there. “Did you behave while I was gone?”

“She didn’t even threaten to drive today,” Carmen said dryly.

She looked at Lando. “I like her.”

Lando grinned. “Told you.”

Carmen realized their relationship wasn’t just a trend or one of Lando’s phases or even a public moment waiting to end. Whatever this was between them... it was rooted and growing.

Later that night, Carmen would tell George over dinner: “She’s not what I expected. But she’s exactly what he needs.”

Alexandra Saint Mleux

The boutique was small — hidden halfway up a hill in Monaco, behind a rusted iron gate covered in jasmine vines. There was no sign outside. Just a brass buzzer and a single name etched into the wall in barely-there serif font: R.MARET.

Inside, it was quiet and cool, all pale stone and soft piano, the kind of place where fabrics were displayed like art and conversations never rose above a murmur. The scent of cedar and orange blossom lingered faintly in the air.

She stepped inside in a Balmain tweed pearl mini dress with black lace tights, Mach & Mach bow satin pumps, baby pony 01 jentle salon sunglasses perched on her head and a Prada purse. 

Even since she moved to Monaco she somehow avoided the chaos of cameras and fan accounts — mostly thanks to Lando’s early morning training and her strategic tendency to disappear during peak hours.

She was flipping through a rack of raw silk skirts when the bell from the entrance rang, followed by the soft tap of heels echoed from the entrance.

She looked up — and there she was.

Alexandra Saint Mleux. Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend, art history student, and walking embodiment of a French Vogue editorial.

Tall, poised, with that quiet ease she had only seen in women who truly didn’t care who was watching. She wore a linen dress the color of antique paper and simple leather sandals. Her dark hair was twisted up loosely, a strand falling near her cheek like it had been placed there by design.

At her feet, a small golden retriever trotted in eagerly, leash trailing behind. He made a beeline straight for her.

She crouched down instinctively. “Well, hello,” she murmured as the dog licked her fingers, tail wagging hard enough to thump against the leg of the display table.

Alexandra’s laugh — light, accented — floated across the space. “Leo,” she said fondly. “He’s... selective with people. But he’s chosen you, clearly.”

She looked up. “Leo, huh? Like the sign or the king?”

Alexandra smiled. “Both. Charles says he thinks he’s royalty.”

“Typical man,” she said with a grin, still scratching behind the dog’s ear. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“I know,” Alexandra said, and then added quickly, “Not in a weird way — just, the paddock is small. And I’ve seen you on the McLaren feed.”

She stood, brushing off her hands. “And you’re... extremely good at being casually elegant in 80-degree heat.”

Alexandra let out a soft laugh. “My secret is to never sit down and never eat bread.”

She gave her a mock gasp. “Unacceptable. Fashion and bread are both sacred.”

“I make an exception for focaccia,” Alexandra said, eyes gleaming.

They wandered the boutique together with Leo — not forced, not performative. Just women who understood the language of fabric and form, of silhouettes and texture. They didn’t talk about F1. Not at first. They talked about old Mugler corsetry, the tragic genius of Galliano’s Dior, and how both of them had considered stealing vintage coats from stylists’ closets.

Alexandra gently held a backless navy dress up to her frame. “You could wear this on the pit wall and no one would notice the cars.”

She scoffed. “If I wear that on the pit wall, Lando will drive into a barrier.”

“Then maybe you should,” Alexandra said thoughtfully. “Ferrari needs the points.”

They burst into laughter — not performative, not overly loud. Just a shared frequency, clean and easy.

At one point, Leo came between them again, flopping dramatically on her feet with a huff. She leaned down to pet him, and Alexandra watched — her head tilted, something soft flickering behind her eyes.

She liked her.

She was... grounded. Naturally funny. Fierce in her silence. There was no competition in her, no guardedness.

By the time they stepped outside with large white bags in hand, the sun had dipped low behind the stone buildings, and she had Leo’s leash wrapped casually around her wrist.

“You’re sure Charles won’t mind if I steal his dog?”

Alexandra shrugged. “He’ll survive. Besides, Leo clearly prefers you.”

She grinned. “Smart boy.”

Alexandra looked over at her, sunlight catching the corners of her eyes. “We should do this again.”

She nodded. “Text me.”

And that was it.

Just two women in Monaco — and one dog who knew exactly who to trust.

Rebecca Donaldson

he padel club in Mallorca was almost too perfect — white stone walls, vines spilling over the sun-bleached terrace, the low hum of cicadas just audible beneath the thwack of racquets on court.

Rebecca wasn’t new to this setting — she’d spent enough off-seasons trailing behind Carlos through southern Spain to recognize the cadence of his world. She could find the nearest espresso machine in any paddock. She knew how long he’d stay after a loss, when to push, when to let him unravel quietly. She was good at reading rooms, especially when the room was full of men like Carlos.

Her, though — she was new.

Rebecca clocked her instantly. Sitting with one leg tucked under the other, oversized sunglasses perched on her face, neatly styled curls piled on her shoulders . She wasn’t on her phone. Just sipping iced tea, watching the game through the chain-link fence.

There was a dancer’s posture in the way she sat — shoulders down, neck long, like she was used to being on camera without trying to be.

Carlos had mentioned her in passing. “Lando’s girl,” he’d said once. “Pretty quiet and to herself. Funny as hell when she's open.”

But Rebecca didn’t rely on secondhand opinions.

So when she stepped up to the table under the shade of the terracotta awning, she smiled just enough. “Y/n?”

She looked up, immediately pulling her sunglasses to rest in her hair.

“Hi — sorry, I didn’t mean to take over the whole table. There was shade here.”

“No, please,” Rebecca said, setting her bottle of water down and slipping into the seat beside her. “Carlos drags me here all the time. This spot’s prime real estate.”

She grinned. “It’s my first time. I’m not sure I even understand it yet.”

“Don’t worry, the rules are fake,” Rebecca said. “They just like pretending it’s intense.”

They both turned toward the court at the same time, just in time to see Lando trip slightly trying to recover a shot, stumble, and catch himself with a laugh. Carlos didn’t even look back — just fired the ball back across the net with ruthless precision.

She winced. “He’s gonna talk about that for days.”

“Carlos already has a victory speech in mind. He’s dramatic like that.”

“Lando’s worse. He’s going to say it was sabotage. Something about the sun angle. Or maybe Carlos rigged the ball.”

Rebecca laughed — really laughed. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t polite.

There was something disarming about her. She didn’t offer much small talk. She didn’t seem to care about impressing anyone — just sat there, comfortably quiet, sipping her drink and reacting with dry commentary when necessary.

Rebecca appreciated that.

They settled into a rhythm over the next hour. A waiter brought them snacks — olives, thin slices of manchego, bread with tomato rubbed into it. They didn’t talk the whole time. Sometimes they just watched. And when they did talk, it was slow.

She asked about Rebecca’s work — her campaigns, her transition from editorial to more commercial work. And she actually listened and asked questions with genuine curiosity .

Rebecca asked about touring. About dancing. Not in the glossy, fan-interview kind of way, but curious. When she talked about the routine — the repetition, the strain, the weird loneliness of being in motion all the time — Rebecca nodded like she understood.

Because she did.

They didn’t overshare. No trauma-dumping. No fake sisterhood.

But there was ease.

When Carlos and Lando finally called it — sweaty, red-faced, Lando pointing dramatically at the scoreboard claiming a moral victory — the boys walked over, still trash-talking each other.

“You survived,” Carlos said, dropping his racquet bag with a thud beside Rebecca and kissing her on the cheek.

“Barely,” she said dryly. 

“Lando almost lost a lung trying to prove a point.”

“I won the point, though,” Lando insisted, flopping into the seat beside his girlfriend. She handed him her half-melted iced tea.

“No you didn’t.”

“I emotionally won it.”

“Congratulations,” Rebecca said, taking a sip of her water. “You emotionally tied your shoes this morning too?”

Carlos cracked up.

She smirked at Rebecca over the top of her glass.

Lando blinked between them. “Wait. Are you guys friends now?”

She shrugged. “She didn’t run away.”

Rebecca leaned back, stretching out her legs under the table. “She didn’t make me talk about skincare routines and I didn’t ask her to do a TikTok. It’s the healthiest female encounter we’ve had all season.”

Carlos nodded, mock impressed. “You’re evolving.”

Rebecca liked her.

She wasn’t sizing her up, comparing outfits, pretending to bond over things they didn’t share. She sat there, watched the game, laughed when it was funny, and listened when it mattered.

There was confidence in that kind of simplicity and in this world— where everyone was always performing — that kind of woman was rare.

Lily Muni He

It happened at the Singapore Grand Prix weekend.

Not in the paddock — that would’ve been too loud, too watched. Not at some afterparty either. It was earlier in the week, on a breezy Thursday night, before the chaos really began. Alex and Lando had just wrapped media rounds, and they were both somehow starving and exhausted, the way only Formula 1 drivers can be. Lily suggested dinner at a quiet rooftop spot she'd heard about from a friend — low light, no fans, no cameras. Just views, soft music, and good food.

Lily didn’t know she would be there.

“Lando’s girlfriend,” Alex had said casually while they were climbing the stairs to the rooftop. “You know. Y/n?”

Lily raised an eyebrow. “From Blackpink?”

“Yeah.”

“The one who's been turning the paddock in a fan meet?”

Alex laughed. “That’s the one.”

Lily expected someone… intense. Dramatic. Someone who wore her fame like armor. But when they stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, She was already sitting there, legs crossed, wearing an Alex Perry satin mini dress with black tights and So Kates, sipping sparkling water from a wine glass like it was some elaborate inside joke.

She looked up when they arrived and smiled at them and that was it.

No performative “nice to meet you,” no stiff awkward hug. Just a warm, friendly expression that made Lily immediately understand why Lando kept getting caught staring at her like an idiot.

They were seated across from each other — Lando and Alex, already deep into a debate about track temperatures. Within five minutes, she leaned slightly toward Lily and whispered, “What’s the over-under on one of them saying the words ‘tire degradation’ before dessert?”

Lily snorted. “I’ll give it ten minutes.”

She tapped her glass. “I’m going five.”

They clicked instantly. There was no jockeying for attention. Familiarity, even though they’d never met.

Over dinner, they didn’t talk about the boys.

They talked about different foods. About airports. About sleeping in cars between events. About what it felt like to be seen all the time, and still feel like people only knew the edited version of you.

Lily talked about growing up between cultures — Chinese, American, golf tour families, and endless travel. She nodded, her own stories flowing in: training in Seoul, debuting on world stages at nineteen, the pressure of being both known and unknowable.

By the time dessert arrived, they were sharing it without asking. Picking off each other’s plates like they’d done it forever.

Later, while the boys argued over which karting track in Asia was best, Lily and her stood by the railing overlooking the city — skyline glittering, wind in their hair.

“You’re not what I expected,” Lily said, quiet but honest.

She tilted her head. “In a good or bad way?”

Lily smiled. “Oh, definitely a good way. You’re... calm and very funny.”

She chuckled. “People think I’m meaner than I actually am.”

“I get that.”

There was a pause — a real one, not awkward, just weighty with mutual recognition.

“I’m glad we met,” She said.

“Me too.”

Back at the hotel, curled up next to Alex, Lily scrolled through Instagram stories of the night. Someone had tagged them — a blurry shot of the four of them mid-laugh around the table.

She just looked present.

Lily smiled.

She wasn’t just another girlfriend in the paddock. She was someone real and interesting. Someone who could scream during a hot lap and then have a whole conversation about tiramisu like she wasn’t the most recognizable woman in the room.

Lily liked her. A lot, and even more than that 

She respected her.

Lily Zneimer

It happened on a Friday.Free Practice had just wrapped, and the paddock was in its usual state of post-session scramble, engineers debriefing, drivers jogging back and forth with half-zipped suits, and media staff already trying to wrangle everyone into content mode.

Lily Zneimer had ducked into the McLaren motorhome for coffee. Not her usual stop, but Oscar was still in the garage and she’d been waved in by one of the media team who knew her from the GP hospitality rounds.

She slipped inside, tucked behind her sunglasses, hair up in a claw clip, and immediately found herself face-to-face with her.

Not in a fan meet kind of way. Just — there she was.

Standing by the espresso machine, fiddling with the milk frother like it had personally offended her.

She glanced up. Their eyes met.

“Oh,” she said. “Is this yours?”

Lily blinked. “No — I was just…” She trailed off. “I watched your Coachella set from like… four angles. You’re amazing.” she said, quietly.

She smiled, relaxed instantly. “Thank you. That was a blur. I almost passed out mid-bridge of ‘Forever Young’ — dehydration and rhinestones are a bad combo.”

Lily laughed. Not politely — genuinely.

“I’m Lily,” she said, stepping forward. “Oscar’s—”

“Girlfriend,” she finished with a small nod. “I know. He talks about you a lot.”

Lily’s brows rose slightly. “Really?”

she shrugged, grabbing a paper cup. “Only when I’m pretending to listen.”

They both laughed. The tension broke.

They ended up sitting down — two near-strangers in the calmest corner of a chaotic motorhome, sipping espresso out of paper cups.

“I honestly didn’t think you’d be like this,” Lily admitted.

She looked up. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. Not… intimidating.”

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Were you expecting diva energy?”

“Yeah,” Lily smirked, “but I thought you’d be… more guarded.”

She took another sip of coffee. “I get that a lot.”

“But you’re easy to talk to,” Lily added, quieter now. “That’s all I meant.”

She nodded, and for a second, they just sat in silence. Just two people with overlapping lives, finding a rare bit of quiet in the middle of chaos.

She lifted her cup slightly toward Lily’s. “I’ll take that.”

From the second level of the McLaren motorhome, Lando leaned against the glass railing, arms folded, eyes scanning the paddock without much focus — until he saw them.

Her and Lily.

Sitting side by side near the back corner of the motorhome, just slightly tucked out of view, espresso cups in hand. Not stiff, not forced — actually talking. She had one foot pulled up onto her chair, shoulders relaxed. Lily was laughing at something, head tilted, all guard down.

Lando blinked like he wasn’t sure it was real.

Oscar came up behind him, nudging his shoulder. “You watching quali replays or staring at your girlfriend again?”

Lando didn’t move. “They’re talking.”

Oscar frowned. “Who?”

Lando tilted his head toward the corner. “Her. Lily.”

Oscar leaned in, following his line of sight. His eyebrows shot up. “Huh.”

“Huh?” Lando repeated.

“I thought they’d need like... a five-minute buffer and some scripted icebreakers.”

Lando exhaled through his nose. “I thought Lily might combust.”

“Same.”

“Right?”

They watched for another beat. She nudged Lily’s cup with her own, both of them smiling now — not a polite smile. A real one.

Oscar glanced at Lando. “Should we be worried?”

“Oh yeah,” Lando said. “We just lost narrative control.”

“Did we ever really have it?”

“Absolutely not.”

They both watched as Lily said something that made her shake her head, grinning — a rare, unguarded kind of grin. It was the kind of moment neither of them could stage, even if they tried.

Oscar bumped Lando lightly with his elbow. “I think they like each other.”

Lando nodded. “Which is great. Also terrifying.”

“Same time next weekend?”

“Only if there’s wine involved.”

There was something about her that stuck with lily. Not in a flashy way, not the pop star polish or the style, though both were impossible to ignore.

It was the way she moved in a space.

Comfortable but quiet. Observant. Unbothered by the fact that several mechanics had side-eyed her in disbelief earlier, like they couldn’t believe that girl was with Lando of all people.

Lily got it now.

She was warm, funny in a dry, unfussy way, and carried herself like someone who didn’t need the whole room to look at her, but it did anyway. And when it didn’t, she didn’t care.

And when she laughed?

It was like watching someone shake the fame off their shoulders for a second. Just a girl, in sneakers, sipping espresso, laughing about almost passing out on the Coachella stage.

Lily liked her.

A lot more than she expected to.

And when Oscar asked her later how it went — if meeting the mysterious Y/n L/n was weird or awkward or intimidating — Lily just smiled, took a sip of her drink, and said:

“She’s cool. No — better than cool.”

Oscar blinked. “You’re blushing.”

“Shut up.”

She hovered over the “Follow” button longer than she cared to admit. One by one, she tapped through them — both Lily's, Carmen, Alexandra, Rebecca, Kelly, Kika and finally, Lando.

Her screen stayed still for a beat after. Her PR team wouldn’t love it. Her company guidelines were clear: keep the posts clean, the accounts neutral, the mystique intact. But tonight, she didn’t care. She cared about what felt real. And this — this small, simple rebellion felt like her

And how could she not follow back all her new friends

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This is just first impressions the wags had of her/you. Of course i will build on the friendships a little more later, anyway enjoy.

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[ifyoucandaniel]

favorite fics of 2024/basically just batfam fic rec list

It's that time of year guys, here is my favorite fics of 2024 in no specific order (aka my master batman fic rec list bc that's all i read this year with some spider-man thrown in there lmao). most of these have been in my previous rec lists, but this is just like one big frankenstein’s monster of a fic rec with all of them in one place <3

starting off strong, anything @bluelotuswrites's hands have touched is pure gold. Red is the Color of Sinners placed post UTRH where after being hit by bruce's batarang and now mute, jason decides to leave gotham and go to hell’s kitchen for a fresh start, but he keeps running into daredevil both in and out of costume. this is possibly the best jason of all time i rotate him in my mind like a microwave all day

The Hellblazer's Apprentice is an all blades jason fic where instead of continuing his lost days world tour, he meets john constentine and decides to learn magic to piss of bruce. blue added some lore to jason’s character in this that to this day makes my brain vibrate with excitement and the dynamic between john and jason is just ?? so good. both of these fics haunt me, they follow me wherever i go, i love them. read everything she's written, trust me

going with the theme of my favorite authors i read this year, @cdelphiki wrote my favorite read of the year and possibly all time Life Happens a fic that hit me like a sucker punch where tim and damian are both sent to a different dimension where everyone they know are comic book characters. with no other choice, they have to start a new life in this world while they wait for rescue. words just dont do it justice, please please read this fic. it’s the most beautiful story on growing and life

their other fic Jason and the Three Terrors crosses my mind at least once a day if not three times. jason is still with the league when talia charges him with getting damian, his cousin mara, and his secret sister athanasia to bruce safely from ra's. the rest of the fic is jason going from "i cant wait to get rid of these kids" to "these are my kids, i need to provide for them and keep them safe and i would die for them" 100/10 jason's character development is some of my favorite in any fic.

The Time Before is another of my favorites where jason is sent back in time to when he was 9 and goes to bruce for help and realizes maybe his memories of bruce maybe aren't all accurate. just read everything cdelphiki has ever written, trust me <3

Split by @wolfsbanesparks i have never been hooked on a character i previously did not know much about faster than when i read this fic. Billy and shazam are forcefully separated into separate bodies by black adam and then they have to try to keep billy's identity secret somehow while working with the justice league to fix them. the end of this fic had me sending paragraphs and 5 minute voice notes to my friends, trying to explain why i was so absolutely distraught and obsessed.

also by wolfsbanesparks, From the Shadows is basically everything you could ever want from a billy batson joins the batfam fic. it's got plot, it's got identity shenanigans, it's got badass magical billy, what more could you possibly need! seriously idk what is up with everything wolfbanesparks writes, but the endings are always so fucking good, 100/10.

Something in the Static by @bonerot19 is one of my favorite jason series ever, i go back to it constantly and think about it all the time. this is a series where jason's mom doesn't die and his dad isn't in prison, instead he's 17 working nights at a convenience store when everything changes and suddenly batman won't leave him alone. this is my favorite jason & steph best friends fic ever and the way this fic is paced scratches an itch in my brain, the flow of the story is just perfect

Buy Back the Secrets by @vinelark is the only ship fic on here and it deserves a place of honor. every time i get an email that it's updated an angel gets it's wings and my friends all get texts in all caps. Timkon fic where kon still doesn’t know tim’s civilian identity, but tim keeps calling for superboy when he's in trouble which leads to kon meeting him as a civilian. the identity shenanigans are just so top tier, its a 5 + 1 fic so every chapter is just just a new world of fun tropes. the chapter with tim's fake uncle and jason is actually probably my favorite chapter of a fic ever its so dear to me. as far as i'm concerned, this fic is the only timkon ever <3

Honoring Promises by LananiA3O is the shortest fic on this list and is the most important jason & dick post UTRH fics i've ever read. this fic both scratched an itch and created an itch because i need 100 more chapters and for it to never end. set post UTRH when dick starts to rethink his opinion on a note jason left him and realizes it was jason reaching out and decides to find him and fix things. this goes up there with RITCOS in the post UTRH fics where jason decides to just fuck off and do his own thing, i love them

Adopting a New Plan by A_Silly_Gander is yet another fic where jason winds up with an adoption problem when he first comes back to gotham. however, my favorite part of this whole fic is how the author writes jason making mistakes and being flawed and how those mistakes affect him. absolutely 10/10 character development and jason rejoining the batfam + damian and jaosn meeting in the LOA tag is just a mixture of all my favorite things, i love this fic so much

A Collision of Masks by MOVAZ is my favorite dick grayson fic ever, its set in a young justice AU where batman never joined the JL and YJ never met dick, so when the YJ team is sent to investigate a new vigilante, nightwing, identity shenanigans ensue. this is seriously such a fun fic, i loved all the crossover between dick's many identities and the YJ team

Cards on the Table by @wesslan is just!!! so fun oh my god. the chapter titles are to this day my favorite things ever they enhance the experience. it’s about tim being a scam fortune teller who knows a lot more than he should about the upper class due to his nighttime stalking. he winds up meeting the batfam and giving some scarily accurate advice which leads to him being tied up in their business and lots of lying <3 it’s such a fun fic and i just love the vibes 100/10

Hand in Unloveable Hand (a chokehold) by @a-large-orange-cat is by far my favorite fucked up tim fic! while tim’s out taking pictures of batman and robin as a kid he gets kidnapped by black mask and raised to take over his crime empire. cue 50k of manipulation and angst, the ending is so satisfying and the sequel with jason always makes me :’) very good, this tim lives in my mind in a little house he and jason built

Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone because would it be a fic rec without the loml? i love this fic so much oh my god, it sent me back on my spiderman obsessed bullshit which in turn led me back down my marvel bs. post infinity war peter is dusted and wakes up in the DC universe with the ghosts of the dusted avengers following him. i love this fic so much, nothing compares to this peter in my mind. the dynamic between him and the batfam + the identity angst is just so well done

keeping up with the peter theme, The Teenage Vigilante's Guide to Saving New York (And Making Friends Along the Way) by candlesneedflame is such a good team red/mentor matt fic oh my god. where peter goes against tony’s wishes and starts hanging out with daredevil and his friends and maybe starts getting mentored by new york’s vigilantes. 10/10 i love peter interacting with the other vigilantes and also matt mentoring him

anyways, that’s all folks! 2024 was the year for the DC and marvel fics clearly and hopefully 2025 will be the year of me binding all of these finally and having them sitting pretty on my shelf <3

[fangswbenefits]

Discovery

Summary: Miguel tries to fix the damage of his obsession for you, only to discover a secret you’ve been keeping that will change everything…

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 3k

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Inexperienced/In*ocent/V*rgin reader. Mast*rbation. Voye*rism (have to thank this anon).

Part 1 (if you’re just starting out) - Previous Part

Miguel O’Hara took pride in being able to keep his emotions at check.

For the most part, at least.

But when it came to you, he constantly found his reason at war with his feelings.

The way you were eyeing him expectantly, made his stomach flip.

“Is there something wrong?”

Many things.

For once, he didn’t want to lie to you. However, he dreaded what might happen in case he told you the truth.

Shaking his head, he took your pad in his hands, and glanced over at his watch.

100%

He wanted to just open the file and finally know who this Tom individual was, but he could see a faint frown settle on your face.

“Why can’t I have access to the settings?” you asked, coming to stand by his side to glare at the lit up screen.

He really didn’t want to lie.

“I needed to adjust the prototype first, before giving you full access,” he managed to say.

Great, Miguel.

Your eyes moved to glare at him. “You could have informed me of that.”

He could only nod, he tapped and scrolled through the interface, overriding the block he had placed on it a couple of days ago.

You didn’t seem upset in the slightest. If anything, it you seemed… tired? Sleepy?

“It’s done,” Miguel said, handing the pad back to you. “The interference was probably a mic, by the way.”

As you fought back a yawn, your face twisted into confusion. “A mic?”

Miguel was trying to play it casually, hoping that it would be enough to deflect this issue altogether.

But you… you were not easily detracted.

“Why is there a mic in my suit?”

His heart rate had nearly doubled, and he felt his sweat grow cold as your gaze intensified.

Then, he saw you straighten up as if hit by a sudden realisation.

“You… don’t trust me?” your voice was but a whisper and you started backing away from him. “You’re spying on me?”

Somehow, the conclusion you had drawn was almost as appalling as the truth.

“No! That is not why.”

“Then why?”

Miguel pressed his lips together, and you took his silence as an answer.

“Oh… you really don’t trust me, do you?” you went on, tears welling in your eyes. “I mean… Jessica did tell me you were against me joining Spider Society… I just… thought she wasn’t being serious…”

Miguel stepped closer, feeling a surge of indignation. “That was before I realised your potential!”

You blinked your tears away angrily. “You’re not even denying it.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I had my doubts at first, yes. Your inexperience, for example. But Jess quickly convinced me to take you in,” he continued, knowing that he sounded desperate at this point. “You are a very talented spider, and I realised that nearly right away.”

Then your eyes widened all of a sudden as if you had just realised something daunting.

Miguel felt his stomach flip, already anticipating more something much worse.

“Oh… oh… you — you sent Jessica to my dimension because of Tom…” you said, visibly shaken. “He’s subject A. You… you… woah!”

Miguel felt control slip through his fingers with each accusation you threw at him.

There was no point denying it, and he didn’t want to lie to you. If anything, he only sought to do damage control.

But your usual calm and sweet demeanor had long vanished.

“Who do you think Tom is?” you said between gritted teeth, clenching your fists at your sides. “Some… some secret weapon against Spider Society? Is that it?”

It was evident from your reaction that he clearly wasn’t that.

“Listen, I d-”

But you immediately cut him off, tears streaking down your face. “You want to know who he really is? Do you?”

In truth, he did. However, not at the expense of your emotional stability. Not like this. Everything was going sideways and he felt petrified.

“You don’t have to.”

“I’ll tell you!” you spat, hurt swelling in your voice. “Three days after I got bitten by that spider, I was struggling to get the hang of all the changes.” You began pacing nervously around the room, no longer looking at him. “I was heading toward a robbery site and… Tom was there… the criminals had dynamite and were threatening to blow up the building,” your voice cracked momentarily and you took a deep breath before continuing. “In an effort to get him out of there, I shot my web at his chest, but lost control and balance, and sent him flying across the street as the explosives went off…”

Miguel could only stare from a distance, feeling the frustration in your words.

You halted and glared at him, lips quivering and more tears spilling. “Tom broke his arm and suffered a serious concussion. Because of me.”

He opened his mouth to offer words of comfort, but decided not to interrupt.

“I grew up with Tom. He is — was my best friend,” you sniffled, lowering you gaze. “I even had feelings for him at one point, which was ridiculous… he was too good for me, anyway.”

Miguel took a few steps in your direction, wanting to convince you otherwise, but you immediately retreated away from him.

“Thankfully, he managed to fully recover. No one found out it had been me who caused it in the first place… everyone just assumed it happened because of the explosion…” you mumbled, before crossing your arms and hugging yourself, showing him you had done this multiple times before in search for comfort. “And I was a coward… I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth… so I removed myself from his life.”

A tense silence followed.

Nothing could have prepared Miguel for this revelation, and he couldn’t help but to feel a wave of sympathy for you wash down on him.

You then eyed him. “I don’t want your pity. I deserve this. I was never a decent spider-woman and-”

He quickly stopped you. “That is absolutely not true and you are not a coward.”

“Oh, but I am. When Jessica approached me with the offer to join you, I didn’t even think twice,” you confessed. “I’d do anything to spend as much time away from my dimension as possible.”

“You still perform your duties, as far as I know,” he pointed out rationally.

You let out a pained groan. “Because I have to! I’d much rather stay in the lab, piecing things together and be useful in other ways.”

“You could have told me.”

This time, you frowned and Miguel realised such expression didn’t suit you. At all.

“I didn’t want to. I didn’t have to. This is something I’m ashamed of.” You then pointed at his watch. “Your file won’t tell you any of this, and I really wish you hadn’t gotten involved, because this was my story to tell.”

Your words pierced through him like sharp knives, and he realised he had not only gone too far, but had also managed to hurt you in the process.

“If there is anyone here who understands what you are going through, it’s me,” he began carefully. “I know how it feels to want to do the right thing, only for the consequences to be disastrous.”

He watched your face soften ever so slightly, and you didn’t flinch away from him when he came to stand right in front of you.

“I’m really sorry that I overstepped the line,” he said softly. “I really care about you. That is the reason why I had the mic in your suit and why Jessica went looking for Tom.”

A half-truth, he figured. He couldn’t flat out say the actual reason. How would he even explain that he was obsessed with you? How could that justify any of this?

Simply put, it couldn’t.

And you would resent him.

So, he settled for a half-truth. He did care about you. Immensely. More than he could possibly reason with. But he just couldn’t have you know how much he wanted you to be with him to the point of extreme obsession.

Especially not after discovering this secret of yours.

He had to win you over.

“There is no one who can understand how hou feel better than me,” he whispered, cradling your face in his hands, tilting it enough to have your eyes meet his.

“But… you’re the Miguel O’Hara… you’re so… ” your voiced trailed off.

“Spider Society exists because of my mistake. Many people died at my hands, even if it was unintentional,” said with a sigh. “That is a burden I’ll carry forever with me. What you see here came at a price.”

You swallowed.

“But you don’t have to go through this.”

“How so?”

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “You get a chance set things straight. Tom is still alive. I don’t get to have that.”

He would never have Gabriella back. Ever. That was the ultimate price he had to pay.

Your gaze dropped and he saw a couple of tears streaming down your face. “It’s not that simple.”

“It’s not, but it’s still an open door. A choice you have.”

He felt your hands grip his wrists for support, as silence took over you.

“I just wish you’d told me,” he whispered, closing his eyes and planting a kiss to your forehead. “I would have been here for you sooner.”

The effect of his words coupled with the gesture were enough to have you break into a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks, as Miguel held your face with both hands.

This was painful to witness.

He knew all too well how it felt to feel powerless and thinking that you’ve run out of options.

He knew you now. He understood you. Better than anyone ever could.

“I’m… s-sorry…” you mumbled, trying to keep yourself from crying. “You’re… getting all w-wet…”

Miguel couldn’t help but to smile endearingly at your concern, as your tears began to roll down his hands.

“Do not apologise,” he said firmly. “You can cry. I’m here for you.”

Nodding, you opened your eyes again and tilted your had back to stare at him.

“Please s-stay…” you said in between sobs, your hands gripping him tightly. “Please…”

You were killing him.

Little by little.

Miguel would give you everything.

He nodded and you stepped back and let go of him, running the back of your hands across your cheeks to dry them.

Then you went to sit on your couch, removing the clutter of wires and boxes that were in the way.

Miguel spotted a blanket nearby and came to sit by your side, draping it over your shoulders.

You leaned against the backrest, and he followed suit, feeling your head drop to his shoulder.

“Please remove the mic… and delete that file…” you mumbled.

“I will.”

He swung his arm across your from you, to pull you closer to him.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, and Miguel closed his eyes, relieved that he had managed to somehow control the damage he had caused. Unfortunately, it had come at the expense of you having to open up to him, and he felt guilty for that…

He knew he had to prove himself to you, and was grateful that you hadn’t chosen to shut him out completely.

“Somehow… this was sort of cathartic?” your voice was suddenly heard.

Miguel squeezed your arm tenderly.

“I had… never told this to anyone…”

Guilt hit him at once. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be… I think I needed to let it out,” you mused against him.

He couldn’t help but to feel an intense wave of compassion for you. There was no way around it: Miguel was in too deep when it came to you. Everything about you pulled him in and gripped him.

You would always be his sweet girl.

His devotion was yours.

Just yours.

“Hey, Miguel?”

He felt you shift beside him and he looked down to meet your sleepy eyes. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your words didn’t register at first, and he thought he had misheard you.

“What?”

You slipped your feet under you, before leaning slowly into him, face drawing near. “Can I kiss you?”

Denial hit him. “You’re just sleepy.”

But you didn’t back down. “No… I just…” your eyes darted down. “Can I?”

His heart went into a frenzy and he was left speechless. Your eyes were set on his lips and he somehow found the strength to nod.

It took you a couple of seconds to adjust yourself, and once you did, you closed the the gap, parting your lips slightly.

Miguel was left perplexed.

Weeks of yearning and obsession were finally being vindicated.

“Pretty eyes,” you whispered, breath fanning his lips. “So pretty…”

Your noses brushed together and he fought the urge to pull you into his lap at once.

“You’re the pretty one…” he said truthfully.

A smile curved your lips even through your sleepiness. “I’m going to kiss you now, Miguel O’Hara…”

And you did.

The moment your lips met his, Miguel felt his body react. It didn’t take long for the blood to rush down to his cock, slowly stirring it.

He could taste the inexperience on your lips as you kept breaking the kiss to gasp for air. It was blatantly obvious you needed some help figuring out what do next, so he happily obliged.

With one hand he managed to shift your leg to swing across his, and with the other he propped you onto his lap.

You broke the kiss, adjusting yourself and lacing your arms behind his neck and taking his lips again.

This time, he pressed his thumb to your chin, parting your lips, so he could deepen the kiss with his tongue. You immediately complied, and allowed him in with a soft whimper.

Miguel finally tasted you.

His sweet girl.

You came down to press your crotch against his painfully hard cock, and he immediately had to still your hips and lift you slightly.

You broke the kiss again, confusion in your eyes. “What…”

He didn’t dare confess it to you.

Instead, he pressed on your lower back so you would lean into him again with a kiss.

He wanted to taste you, but he couldn’t have you sit on his cock like that… he would absolutely burst.

His sweet girl sounded so sweet and receptive…

He felt you trying to defy his hold on your hips, surely wanting that friction, but he couldn’t afford that.

As much as he wanted to feel you grinding on him, he would be too embarrassed to cum so soon, and that thought was what ultimately prevented him from reaching the point of no return.

He brought one hand to grip your wrist, allowing the top half of his digital suit to disintegrate, so he could place the palm of your hand on his chest, revelling in your heated skin against his.

Suddenly, you parted from him with a gasp. “Wait… I’m…”

He arched an eyebrow in confusion and watched as you snaked your arm in between you two, sliding your hand down your sweatpants.

Miguel’s eyes widened and he was about to lose it until he realised what was really happening.

You slowly removed your hand and glared at it. “Oh.”

Your fingers were drenched in your wetness.

You were soaked.

For him.

He carefully looped his fingers around your wrist, wanting to taste you, but that sent you into an immediate frenzy, and you fumbled to get up from his lap, nearly falling back if not for his incredible reflexes.

“Easy…” he cooed, caressing his thumb along your pulse point. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything.”

You tumbled to the side and he let go of you, watching you sit back against the cushioned backrest and looking startled like a deer in headlights.

Just how inexperienced were you?

“Thanks…” you mumbled, chest heaving erratically. “I’m… yeah… and sorry…”

Miguel sat up straighter and arched a brow. “You don’t have to apologise.”

You nodded, your eyes falling to his bulge. “I mean… for that…”

Only you would ever apologise for giving him a raging boner.

His sweet girl…

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, feeling his heartbeat slow down. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…”

He offered a warm smile. “Good.”

Miguel didn’t even know where to begin. He couldn’t quite grasp the events of tonight, and it almost felt like a fever dream.

He was so used to getting hard from just the thought of you, that he couldn’t believe he was now hard because of you.

Still, the way you had reacted when you realised how wet you were for him led him to believe that maybe you were far more inexperienced than he had anticipated.

And he would respectfully give you all the time and space.

He would wait for you to ask him for more.

He could wait. His throbbing cock not so much, but he had other ways of dealing with that.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked, adjusting himself over his suit.

Your eyes widened. “Oh…”

“Just to ease some of the tension,” he immediately said.

He was desperate to let his cock spring free, and let it calm down until he was back at his apartment.

You then averted your gaze. “Can you… do it here?”

Miguel was utterly and completely taken aback.

“I… I have never…” you went on, quickly pulling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, and covering your face. “Nevermind…”

Oh.

Now it all made sense.

“Hey… look at me,” Miguel started, reaching out to tug at your wrist. “It’s okay.”

Slowly, you lifted your head to peer at him with evident hesitation. “Is it too… weird?”

“Not at all.”

And he meant it. By this point, he could feel his cock twitching more often, as more and more precum began to drip from the tip.

“Are you sure?” he asked, needing the absolute confirmation.

You promptly nodded, resting your chin on your forearm, eyeing him intensely.

He paused for a moment, expecting to be jolted away from this dream, or to have you backtrack.

“Please…” you whispered.

Swallowing hard, he allowed himself to sink into the backrest, before having the lower half of his suit disintegrating, and his cock finally released from its confinements.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted.

An instant ego boost that caused him to hiss as he wrapped his fingers around it. His body was so ready for you. Almost too ready. It didn’t take long before Migue felt droplets of precum sliding down his hips.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from you and it only added to the pleasure he felt.

Giving himself a few tentative pumps, he watched closely as you glared at the motion, curiosity splattered all over your face.

The first moans escaped his lips and he nearly slid his eyes shut, trying to stop himself from cumming too quickly.

But he didn’t want to miss out on anything you had to offer.

Miguel soon found a steady rhythm and began to fuck his hands like so many times before. But unlike those other times, he had you as an audience and he knew he wouldn’t last long no matter how hard he tried to muster images of the Vulture to dwindle his impending orgasm.

Then, you shifted closer, your legs dropping, but still pressed together.

He groaned, knowing exactly why you were being so fidgety.

Your hand was clutching at the hem of your shirt as a way to anchor yourself from the visual stimulation.

“You can touch yourself…” Miguel rasped, tightening the grip around himself, precum now flowing down his knuckles.

You pressed your legs tighter together and Miguel had to halt his motion or he would burst.

“…. or not,” he added, not wanting to overstep your line of comfort.

Your eyes darted to his face momentarily and, for the second time, Miguel saw your hand disappear inside your pants. You gasped softly and he could only guess that you must have reached your clit.

You let out the sweetest whimper, and Miguel’s cock twitched immediately.

His chest heaved and he swiped his thumb across the tip of his cock, letting out a groan.

He watched in awe as your arm moved rhythmically, and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at me…” he breathed.

You were biting yout lip, but did what he asked.

The urge to replace you hand with his — better yet, his cock — was almost painful and he knew he was heading towards the precipice, having to space out his strokes.

Your gaze fell to his hand. “How’s it so hard?”

He would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so dire and him being in need of release.

You scooted closer and closer, until your face was mere inches away, while still touching yourself.

For him.

Because of him.

“Why do you think?”

You gasped and he saw your hand slid out of your pants, fingers glistening with your wetness.

“Can… I?”

Miguel was too far gone to deny you of a newfound experience, so he nodded, bracing himself for what was about to happen.

He would burst.

You chewed on your lower lip as if unsure of what to do next, but he wanted you to take your time. A few moments later, you reached down with your soaked hand and he lets go of his cock, welcoming your touch.

He threw his head back and had to muster all of his willpower not to cum right away, as the pads of your fingers tentatively traced the underside of his cock, slowly moving to graze the veins that bulged from under the sensitive skin.

Everything inside him was suddenly burning like wildfire and he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up.

By the time your thumb reached his tip and grazed slowly, Miguel hissed violently.

“Stop… stop - stop… please-” he begged, but was already being overtaken by the suffocating grip of a powerful orgasm.

You had indeed stopped touching him, but the damage had already been done.

His cock twitched rhythmically as hot spurts of cum began to cover his abs. Witch each roll of his hip, Miguel felt his vision blur and his fangs extend. He groaned your name a couple of times, before his words started to fuse together in a incoherent mess.

The stiffness of his peak shattered after a while and he slumped into the couch, struggling to even out his breathing.

Once he was finally able to open his eyes again, you came into his field of vision, holding a towel in your hands.

“Here,” you said as a smile broke across your face, before sitting by his side and offering it to him.

Even through the haze of an orgasm, Miguel was ablet o feel his heart skip a beat from your tenderness.

He proceeded to clean himself, wiping away the impressive amount of cum that had pooled on his lower abdomen.

“That was…”

His eyes were immediately on you. “Do you want me to…” he trailed off, allowing the not so subtle implication to dangle.

You didn’t catch it at first, but his silent was very telling.

“Oh, no — no, I’m fine, thanks,” you said with a chuckle.

“It’s only fair that I return the favor…”

You shook your head more vehemently this time. “It wasn’t a favor to begin with, Miguel. I was curious and… just wanted to watch you do it,” you mumbled as his digital suit began to cover his body again. “I had never… yeah — I’m still…”

Miguel had his suspicions that you were inexperienced, but he had no ultimate proof of that.

But this… “You’ve never had sex before?”

You settled back on the couch, crossing your legs. “No.”

He wasn’t sure of what to say. Was there even anything he should say?

So, he fell silent, waiting for you to take the lead.

“But… this was an interesting experience,” you eventually went on with a smile. “Do you… regret it?”

“No.”

But he could see doubt already settling on your face. “Maybe it was too much.”

“Not for me,” he said truthfully, straightening up in his seat. “Don’t think that, please.”

You nodded, but Miguel felt a pang of dread spread across his body. The last thing he wanted was for you to regret having opened up to him.

He had been longing for this for far too long to let it all be for nothing.

You were his sweet girl and you had his heart.

“Listen,” he started, set on preventing that from happening. “I can only speak for myself, but that was extremely hot. You are so, so attractive,” he went on, earning a doubting glare from you. “You are. I usually last longer than that.”

Your lips curled into an embarrassed smile, but Miguel could feel his words weren’t exactly reaching you.

Then silence took over.

You kept staring at your hands, head down and humming softly.

“Are you okay?” he shifted closer.

You took a deep breath. “I was thinking about your words earlier…”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He watched you closely. “And what are you thinking?”

“I think you’re right, Miguel,” you drawled out, your voice but a whisper. “I’ve been blaming myself for what happened to Tom for too long.”

A jab of compassion and empathy tugged at his heartstrings. “You’re absolutely right.”

Then, lifting your head, you met his eyes. “I think… I want to meet up with Tom again. Thank you for making me realise that, Miguel,” you finished with a sweet smile.

Part 6

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Synastry and composite chart notes 💗 part 2

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✩ synastry and Composite part 1

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✨ Lilith conjunct Neptune in Capricorn in 5th house-

- This relationship may have idealistic and dreamy romantic quality to it. Neptune person could idealize or glamorize Lilith person, which could lead to intense attraction.

- there is a strong creation energy to it. Together you both can create amazing things. The creative collaboration could result in projects that feel deeply meaningful and transformative.

- with Neptune's influence here, this connection might have a spiritual or mystical dimension. You both could involve in spiritual practices.

- but this aspect also can bring up issues , like unrealistic expectations . So you both have to handle with clear communication and mutual understanding.

✨ Moon in 8th house synastry -

- you may find that you can talk about intimate feelings more easily with this person.

- moon person might help the house person to face emotional challenges or personal growth(8th house) .

- you may feel that this person knows on a very personal level.

- in this case emotional bond can be very intense , which can lead to strong feelings for each other. You could explore each other secrets too.

✨ Moon opposite mars in synastry -

- this placement can bring about emotional disagreements or clashes. You might find that your emotional needs and reactions are often at odds with each other actions.

- in this case balance is very important . Balance between emotional expression ( moon's influence) and assertive actions.( Mar's influence).

- but despite the tension there is strong passion . This could become a energetic and vibrant connection.

- the opposite nature of this placements could adress the underlying issues. , Which can lead to significant personal growth. You need to understand each other needs . Communication is must. Every relationship has problems, you just need to solve those problems together. All the best.

✨ Mars in 8th house synastry -

- Strong magnetic attraction between partners. This connection goes beyond the surface level interactions. There is a deep emotional and physical bonding.

- Also there is often a compelling desire to explore each other's needs and fantasies , making the intimate connection highly dynamic and satisfying.

- Also mars here can mean that partners may share or discover deep personal secrets of each other.

-8th house represents transformation . This relationship might push both partners to confront and work through deep seated issues and fears, which can lead to personal growth. Also effective communication and a willingness to adress underlying issues is important.

✨ Mars 12th house synastry -

- mars person could help the house person confront their inner fears and work through their subconscious issues.

- mars person might stimulate 12th house person's private passions and desires. 12th house person feels like they are safe enough to explore and express their innermost thoughts and feelings.

- but their might be unspoken feelings / subconscious conflicts which is kinda hidden from one another.. one or both of them feel like the other person often engaging in secretive behaviour. So communicate clearly with your person. It will clear misunderstandings.

- on a positive note, there might be a strong shared interest in creative pursuits. Also spirituality is another side of this relationship which will heal both.

✨ Venus 12th house double whammy -

- this relationship might inspire both partners to explore spiritual and creativity side ( as in 12th house ). Also this connection may feel like a Karmic connection or they can feel like they know each other from their past lives.

- you both might collaborate with each other in any artistic pursuits. You guys can create amazing art. ( As Venus is beauty , charm , art and 12th house also influence artistic side). Both partners may experience a deep almost otherworldly emotional bond.

- also both partners might want to express their love in private, this can include small gestures and behind the scenes act of kindness. Both are protective of each other's personal space and emotions.

-its very important to remain grounded in this connection as 12th house influence can create illusion , which can lead to unrealistic expectations. So communicate openly to avoid misunderstandings.

✨Saturn trine Uranus in synastry-

- Here, Saturn's stability allows Uranus persons urge for change and growth to flourish. Trine aspect can indicate changes can be integrated smoothly.

- also there's a respect for differences in this relationship. Saturn person's discipline and Uranus person's need for freedom can coexist beautifully with out any conflict or misunderstanding. Both partners express their individuality while maintaining the strong beautiful connection.

✨ Northnode conjunct mars in synastry -

- the mars person may naturally take on the leadership role in the relationship which can motivate northnode person to make bold actions towards their goals.

- Northnode person sense of purpose can provide direction and meaning to Mars efforts.

- this relationship might feel like fated or destined ( northnode influence) .

✨ Male's mentor asteroid conjunct female's child asteroid in synastry -

- this is self explanatory. The male partner could provide support or guidance in a way that touches the female's inner child or her approach to personal growth.

- he could motivate her through continuous encouragement or by creating an environment where she feels free to explore her child like qualities, her main goal , creativity etc.

- the female feels the man provides her a safe place whom she can count on.

✨person A's Moon and Lilith in Person B's 1st house synastry -

- person B might feel a deep emotional connection or sensitivity to person A's presence. Person B also very protective of person A . People might see person B as more emotionally expressive or vulnerable when person A is around.

- person B also experience primal reaction in response to person A. Person B could be pushed to confront aspects of their personality they hadn't fully addressed before.

✨ Vesta in 8th house synastry -

- both might find themselves exploring sacred or taboo aspects of life/ hidden aspects of their relationship.

- Vesta person may serve as a catalyst for transformation in the 8th house person's life.

-also there is a potential for intense commitment . Emotional intimacy and mutual support is seen here.

✨ Vesta in 3rd house synastry -

- both partners may be deeply invested in the quality of their conversations , valuing meaningful and focused discussion.

- Vesta person could be very supportive of the 3rd house person's communication style and thought process, which helps the house person feel more confident in their self expression.

- you guys might have same hobbies - like writing, media technologies etc.

✨ Destinn asteroid/ Vertex/ northnode conjunct Briede in synastry -

- destined to be with this person in this lifetime. Strong potential for deep commitment within this relationship. You both may feel that this union is spiritually aligned. The partners may find that they work well together in practical matters too such as finances, work or family planning.

✨ Lilith in 12th house synastry -

- there's a strong fascination and desire to understand or uncover hidden layers of Lilith person by house person as Lilith person charisma often attracts the 12th house person.

- 12th house person may find themselves confronting hidden or suppressed aspects of themselves through the Lilith person.

- Lilith person often act as a catalyst for 12th house person to face their shadow side or adress unresolved issues.

✨Nessus conjunct sun synastry -

- sun person may experience a deepening of self awareness and pushed to heal the old wounds related to power dynamics.

- sun person often feel like they are kinda exposed to the Nessus person in terms of dominance and control. On the other side Nessus person may feel like their influence over the sun person is very profound or significant.

-this aspect can uncover the hidden issues from the past . At first it may seem uncomfortable but this could lead to healing and greater understanding.

-clear communication is very important to solve any misunderstanding.

�� Venus square ascendant synastry -

- the Venus person may find the ascendant person's visual and manners very attractive and charming but they often feel like their own preferences or values are not truly appreciated. So it can create a push- pull dynamic between them. ( Mainly from Venus person's side).

- this aspect can create conflict..like disagreements over style, social behaviour or how to approach certain life aspects.

- the ascendant person may feel like they are constantly judged by the Venus person. They may feel like they need to adjust certain aspects of them , like how they present in the relationship.

- here balance is needed . You have to learn how to negotiate every situation and a little bit compromise can lead to a beautiful relationship.

✨ Vertex conjunct synastry - always fated or not?

- vetex is often associated with fated encounters and a significant turning points of one's life . Northnode is one's life path and destiny. I mean yeah when this two points conjunct in a synastry chart , it can suggest that the relationship is likely to be important and may play a significant role in both individuals life. If anyone's telling you that yeah it's 100% fated in astrology...then bro just run... That's not true.. ofcourse it's a important conjunction, I have seen in many couples..but how the relationship unfolds is influenced by the choices and actions of both individuals. Free will is all that matters.

✨ Aquarius rising with Uranus in 1st house composite chart -

- with this placement 1st thing my mind says that people might view this couples as trendsetters . This relationship might create an immediate striking impression on others. Often this couple might host some unique events or participate in unusual social circle. So people often thinks that couples are open minded and possess forward thinking qualities.

- their habits and interests might be very different from other couples. So their relationship often standout to others. They might challenge traditional relationship roles and norms. A rebellious couple. Collaboration in creative or social Ventures is another point in this relationship. Also both can be from different countries.

✨ Moon conjunct northnode double whammy -

- there's a remarkable level of emotional synchronicity between the partners. Its easy for them to connect on a Deeper level . They feel like this relationship meant to help both partners grow in alignment with their life purposes.

- this can feel like a Karmic connection, where the relationship feels like a continuation of past life experiences or lessons that need to be addressed in this lifetime . But They could work through significant emotional issues together. They might find themselves instinctively knowing how to support each other in the difficult times.

✨ person A's sappho and cupid asteroid person B's moon in synastry -

- person A may evoke deep feelings and desires in person B , which can lead to a strong romantic connection. Also this connection might help person B feel more deeply understood and appreciated on a deep emotional level. The partners often discuss about intimacy, romance and emotional fulfillment.

- on other side , person A's deep affection can make person B feel deeply valued. There's a strong sexual attraction too ( sappho's Influence). This can also help both partners to sooth past emotional wounds.

✨Libra rising/sun/juno in composite chart-

- I have seen this placement in many married couples chart. This relationship is stable and peaceful. You may both work hard to avoid conflicts. You guys always seeks harmonious environment around you.

- as Libra ruled by Venus you guys could be concerned with maintaining a positive public image and might put effort presenting your relationship in a way that appears ideal and harmonious. Also both of you have similar interests in art , culture and aesthetic pursuits.

- just don't depend on each other too much. Decision making should be a joint effort.

✨9th house/ Sagittarius stellium in composite chart -

- this relationship is all about personal and intellectual growth. You might inspire each other to pursue higher education and engage in continuous learning or explore many different areas.

- hmm yeah also one or both partners might take on roles as teachers , mentor or guides in the relationship. You guys both inclined too focus on broad , philosophical topics.

- there could be a strong inclination towards travel and exploring together. Or it you guys may speak different languages. Learning each other cultures is also highlighted here.

✨ Gemini/ 3rd house stellium in composite chart -

- this relationship may have a strong sense of humour and playfulness. You guys might bond over witty conversations , jokes, and a light hearted approach to life challenges.

- this aspect also talks about networking and connections. You guys might work together or could find yourselves frequently interacting with a diverse range of people and involved in various social circles.

-communication is highlighted here , but if misunderstandings happens then it's important to ensure clarity and avoid assumptions to prevent unnecessary conflicts.

✨ Moon, juno and northnode all conjunct each other in composite chart -

- this combination can indicate a partnership where both individuals support each other's personal development and emotional needs. This also suggest a connection that feels so fated, you both might experience a sense of having met for a reason, as if your paths are meant to cross each other.

- there's a stable long term commitment in this relationship, where you both might focus on building a stable partnership.( Northnode is destiny, moon in emotional connection and juno is a commitment asteroid).

- this connection might challenge and inspire you to evolve and embrace new direction of life.

✨ Saturn conjunct moon in synastry -

- here saturn person may act as a mentor or guide to the moon person. Moon person might benefit from saturn person's wisdom and experience. Most of the cases Saturn person is older than the moon person ( not always).

- as Saturn represents stability, so this relationship might offer a secure grounded environment where emotion needs are addressed in a practical or reliable manner. But sometimes moon person might feel restricted or burdened by saturn person's seriousness or sense of duty.

- this ensures a long term commitment . This relationship might be enduring and focused on building a solid foundation.

- sometimes saturn person's approach may come of as too controlling or overly critical to the moon person, so it's important to adress any feelings or emotional suppression or dissatisfaction that might arise.

✨ Venus, mercury, Saturn, moon all conjunct in 11th house of composite chart-

- the partnership might evolve working together on projects or causes that require persistence and dedication. You guys are so serious in achieving your shared dreams and goals.

- with mercury and Saturn , communication in this relationship might be very engaging, well organised and purposeful. This could mean that discussions are practical, thoughtful, and planning for future.

-with moon here, partners may need to find a balance between their personal, emotional needs and their commitments to social or communal responsibilities.

- you guys might find yourselves in roles where you Influence your community and social networks.

✨ Your Groom conjunct his Chiron and midheaven -

- your relationship with him can play a significant role in his healing journey. Your presence might help him adress and heal his deep seated wounds and insecurities.( Particularly related to his public image or career).

- this relationship could be visible to others in some way too. You might support his descisions and offer him practical advice.

- it also indicates you guys might work together in some endeavours.

✨ sun conjunct Lilith in 1st house synastry -

- strong magnetic and Intense attraction between both individuals. The Lilith person may find the sun person's presence particularly compelling and or even challenging. Also sun's charismatic presence captivate the Lilith person.

-Lilith is associated with the darker, more rebellious aspects of oneself. This conjunction might bring hidden or repressed feelings and desires to the surface. The Sun person may illuminate or provoke these deeper, often unacknowledged parts of the Lilith person’s psyche.

- also, The Lilith person might feel empowered by the Sun person's support or presence. Lilith's association with taboo and unconventional themes might lead both individuals to explore non-traditional or unconventional aspects of their personalities and their relationship. This could be a period of breaking societal norms or personal boundaries.

✨ Lilith conjunct ascendent in synastry -

- there can be a strong magnetic attraction in this relationship. The Lilith person might be drawn to the Ascendant person's appearance and persona, finding them compelling and intriguing. On the other side, The Ascendant person might experience their self-image or how they present themselves being challenged or intensely scrutinized by the Lilith person.

- The relationship might encourage both partners to push boundaries and embrace aspects of themselves they might normally keep hidden.

- The relationship might start with an intense attraction.As the relationship progresses, the challenges posed by Lilith’s influence may become more pronounced. The Ascendant person might need to confront and work through issues related to self-image, personal boundaries, and self-expression. But, Over time, the Ascendant person might experience shifts in how they see themselves and their role in the relationship. They may become more comfortable with unconventional aspects of their personality or feel more liberated in expressing their true self.

-If both partners are willing to work through the challenges and embrace the growth opportunities presented by this aspect, the relationship has the potential for long-term transformation. The connection can become a powerful force for personal development and emotional depth.

✨ Neptune conjunct moon and Southnode in synastry -

- there's a intuitive understanding and emotional sensitivity in this connection. There may be a sense of merging or an almost telepathic connection between you guys.

-The relationship may feel destined or fated, and you both might explore spiritual or artistic pursuits together. There could be a shared sense of idealism or a search for meaning beyond the mundane aspects of life.

- also , There might be a feeling of familiarity or a sense that the relationship is picking up from where something left off in the past.It may offer an opportunity to heal past issues or to transcend limiting patterns from earlier experiences.

-It’s important for both partners to stay grounded and address issues honestly.

✨ composite saturn in 4th house conjunct northnode -

- this relationship is aligned with long-term goals and destiny. This can mean that the partnership feels like it has a deeper purpose or meaning.

- The 4th house deals with home and family, and Saturn's presence here can imply that the relationship will bring about serious, transformative changes to how you both view and manage your domestic life. This might involve restructuring your home environment or redefining what "family" means to both of you.

- also this connection may challenge both partners to address unresolved family issues or to build a more secure and nurturing environment for themselves.

✨ Venus in 8th house synastry -

-The 8th house is associated with intimacy, and Venus can amplify feelings of passion and desire. so there's powerful physical and emotional attraction here in this relationship.

-The Venus person might bring insights or healing related to inherited family patterns or traits that the 8th house person is dealing with like , addressing generational issues or helping to resolve inherited emotional patterns.

-also , There could be a mutual interest in psychology, personal development, or metaphysical subjects. I mean exploring taboo related subjects.

- and, this relationship could lead to successful partnership in buisness and financial matters.

✨ Venus in 3rd house synastry -

-Venus in the 3rd house can facilitate successful collaboration on creative projects, like, writing, art, or media, where both partners contribute their talents and ideas.

-The Venus person might influence the 3rd house person’s taste in aesthetics or design, like such as,changes to their personal style, home decor, or artistic preferences influenced by the Venus person’s taste.

- also the Venus person might inspire the 3rd house person to express their affection and thoughts more openly. They will teach the house person how to improve their social skills too.

✨ Mars Square mars in synastry -

- the relationship with high energy and excitement. Both of you may find yourselves motivated and driven to pursue goals and tackle challenges together.

- there's a strong physical attraction.

-Both partners may push each other to overcome obstacles and strive for greater achievements.

-To make the most of this aspect, both partners will need to work on finding common ground and learning to compromise. Understanding each other’s assertiveness and working on effective communication can help solving conflicts.

-Accept that not all conflicts need to be resolved. Sometimes, agreeing to disagree and finding ways to work around differences can be effective.

✨ Moon opposite pluto in composite chart -

-Both partners might help each other confront and heal deep-seated emotional issues or patterns, which can lead to profound personal development and growth.

-There might be a feeling of having a special, almost secret bond that’s deeply felt but not always obvious, like shared understanding or unspoken bond that feels very mysterious.

- you might see significant symbolic or vivid dreams about each other.

-The intensity of the relationship could lead both partners to uncover and address shared ancestral or family patterns, such as, collective exploration of family history or emotional legacies.

-There can be heightened feelings of jealousy or insecurity. Address these feelings openly and work on building trust and reassurance within the relationship.

✨ Venus conjunct North node/ Vertex in synastry -

- There’s often a sense of destiny or significant purpose in the relationship. The attraction felt between the partners can feel exceptionally strong, as if meeting each other is part of a larger plan.

-Venus's influence brings love, beauty, and harmony, making this connection beneficial for personal development and fulfillment.

-You may inspire each other in artistic pursuits or appreciate each other’s creative expressions deeply.

-Both partners may find that their emotional needs are met in a way that feels uplifting and encouraging.

-but, the strong sense of purpose in the relationship might lead to dependency. Maintain individual growth and independence while nurturing the partnership.

✨ composite northnode/Vertex in 7th house -

- this is Marriage placement.The relationship is likely to be a central element in both partners’ personal growth and life direction. It emphasizes learning about yourself through the dynamic of partnership and collaboration.

-This placement suggests that the relationship will offer crucial lessons about relating to others, compromise, and mutual support.

-Partners may find themselves working well together and navigating conflicts with a strong sense of fairness and mutual respect.

-The relationship may encourage both partners to pursue shared goals and objectives, enhancing their ability to work together towards common aspirations and ambitions.

-There could be high expectations for how the relationship should support each partner’s growth. It’s crucial to communicate openly about needs and boundaries to avoid unrealistic demands.

✨4th house ruler in 12th house or vice versa in composite chart -

- Partners could prefer to keep their personal life and emotional world away from public view, making the relationship feel very intimate and protected.

-The relationship may offer opportunities for deep emotional healing and understanding. Resolve Issues related to family, home, or emotional security through introspection and compassionate support.

-your home might be a sanctuary for introspection and dealing with unconscious material.

-The relationship might have a spiritual or psychological dimension that is not immediately apparent. There could be a shared interest in exploring deep psychological themes, spirituality, or mysticism, which influences how you connect with each other on a home and family level.

✨ Venus in 1st house synastry conjunct sun -

-The Venus person is likely to be very attracted to the Sun person, finding them charming, attractive, and magnetic. There’s often a strong sense of admiration and affection from the Venus person toward the Sun person.

-The Sun person might feel more confident and expressive when around the Venus person. The Venus person’s presence can bring out the best qualities in the Sun person, enhancing their self-expression and creativity.

-There’s often a natural ease in how you relate to each other, making the relationship feel pleasant and fulfilling.

-There might be a tendency to idealize the Sun person or the relationship itself. It’s crucial to remain grounded and realistic about each other's strengths and weaknesses to avoid disillusionment.

✨ person A's Moon conjunct person B's Chiron , Pluto and Lilith in synastry -

- person A may help the person B address old wounds and find comfort, while person B can offer insights into the person A's emotional vulnerabilities. But, The connection might bring old wounds to the surface, which can be challenging. Both partners need to handle these emotional triggers with sensitivity and patience.

-person A may undergo significant emotional transformation through person B's influence. This aspect can lead to a profound sense of renewal and personal growth.

-The relationship may involve exploring taboo or unconventional topics. Lilith’s influence can help both partners confront and embrace aspects of their emotional life that are often hidden or repressed. But, The raw and intense emotional expression can sometimes lead to conflict or discomfort. It’s important to navigate these emotions with care and mutual respect.

✨ Moon conjunct mars in synastry -

- The Moon person may feel that their emotional needs are directly and energetically addressed by the Mars person, leading to an engaging and active emotional interplay.

-Mars can energize the Moon’s emotional expression, encouraging both to pursue their goals with more passion and drive.

-The Moon person might feel a deep sense of emotional satisfaction through physical touch and affection from the Mars person.

-There might be a need to balance the Moon person’s emotional needs with the Mars person’s drive and assertiveness. Both partners should work on understanding and respecting each other’s differing emotional rhythms and needs.

✨ Mars conjunct Chiron in 4th house in composite chart -

- Both partners can help each other address deep-seated wounds related to family, home life, and emotional security by actively confronting and working through these issues together.

-The couple might find themselves taking decisive steps to create a more secure, supportive, and nurturing home life.

-The intensity of Mars combined with the healing potential of Chiron can drive dynamic emotional growth.

- There could be a tendency to confront or expose each other’s vulnerabilities, particularly those related to emotional security or family history. It’s important to approach these moments with care and support.

✨ Moon in composite chart 12th house -

- The relationship may provide a private, safe space where both partners can explore their innermost feelings and vulnerabilities. This can lead to a deep sense of emotional security and understanding.

-The 12th house is associated with healing and the unconscious mind. The relationship may offer opportunities for emotional healing and resolution of past traumas or unresolved issues.

- There may be an intuitive understanding and a sense of knowing each other on a Deeper level, even without words.

- There may be a tendency to escape or avoid facing difficult emotions or realities within the relationship. Both partners need to be aware of this tendency and strive to address issues directly and constructively.

✨12 house stellium in composite ( sun , Venus , saturn) , 8th house synastry ( moon and Mars in partners 8th house) , 12th house synastry ( partner's Venus and Mercury in my 12th house) is it doomed as people make it to be?

-The 12th house is linked to healing and the subconscious mind. The presence of the Sun, Venus, and Saturn here suggests that the relationship can be a source of deep emotional healing and growth. Both partners may work through past traumas and emotional patterns together.

-The 8th house is associated with deep emotional and psychological experiences. The Moon and Mars in the partner’s 8th house suggest that the relationship is likely to be intensely transformative and emotionally charged. The 8th house is also linked to issues of power and control. The partners might experience power struggles or conflicts related to control and intimacy.

-Venus and Mercury in the 12th house suggest a strong subconscious or intuitive connection. The partner may deeply understand and resonate with your hidden emotional needs and desires. But, The relationship might involve a significant amount of private or secretive behavior, which can sometimes lead to misunderstandings or difficulties in fully understanding each other’s needs.

- conclusion - not doomed but it's complex. Work on balancing the idealistic or escapist tendencies with practical and realistic approaches to handling relationship issues.

✨ Mars, Pluto, juno and Nessus in 1st house synastry-

- The combination of Mars and Pluto suggests a relationship with intense energy and transformative potential. Both partners are likely to experience significant personal growth through their interactions.

- Juno’s influence adds a focus on partnership, commitment, and the ideal of a supportive and respectful relationship.

-The presence of Nessus introduces the need to address deeper issues related to boundaries and personal trauma. The relationship may involve working through these issues.

-also, The combination of Mars, Pluto, and Nessus suggests potential power struggles or control issues. Both partners need to be aware of these dynamics and work on maintaining healthy boundaries and mutual respect.

✨ more outer planet aspects in composite chart than personal planets - will this relationship work out?

- If both partners are committed to personal and relational growth, the relationship can thrive despite its challenges. Outer planet aspects often bring opportunities for significant personal development and transformation.

- Open and honest communication is crucial. Being able to discuss deep emotions, changes, and challenges openly can help manage the complexities and maintain a strong connection.

- Understanding each other’s needs and being patient with the process of transformation can lead to a deeper connection and greater stability over time.

✨ mercury in 1st house synastry, mercury trine Mercury, mercury conjunct moon in synastry, why is it so difficult to maintain conversation with this person?

- Even with harmonious aspects, partners might have different styles of communication. For instance, one may prefer direct, straightforward conversations, while the other might be more subtle or indirect.

- The Mercury-Moon conjunction indicates an emotional connection through communication, but it can also mean that underlying emotional issues or sensitivities influence how conversations unfold. If emotions are high or unresolved, it can affect the flow of dialogue.

-Create regular times for conversation, such as having a weekly check-in or dedicated time for discussing important topics. Consistent communication practices can improve overall interaction.

-If emotional sensitivities are impacting communication, address these issues directly. Open discussions about feelings and concerns can help clear the air and improve interaction.

-Practice active listening, where you truly focus on what the other person is saying without planning your response while they speak.

-Find and focus on topics of mutual interest. Engaging in conversations about shared hobbies, goals, or passions can help foster smoother and more enjoyable dialogues.

-Take time to understand each other’s communication preferences.

✨ Venus in 10th house synastry -

-The relationship might receive public attention or recognition. Partners might be seen as a power couple or gain admiration from others for their combined achievements or public presence.

-The relationship may bring a romantic and harmonious influence to the other partner's career. This can result in a balanced approach to work and personal life, with an emphasis on creating beauty and harmony in professional settings.

-There could be an overemphasis on how the relationship is perceived by others. Partners need to ensure that their focus remains on genuine connection and mutual respect rather than solely on public perception.

✨ Mercury in 10th house synastry -

-This placement often indicates shared interests or intellectual compatibility in professional matters. The partners might find that they have similar ideas or approaches to career goals and public image.

-The partner with Mercury may offer valuable advice, insights, or practical help related to the other partner’s professional aspirations.

-Differences in communication styles or professional opinions might lead to conflicts. It’s important to address any disagreements constructively and ensure they don’t negatively impact the relationship.

Thanks for reading ✨

- Piko 💫