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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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Mommy's Kissing Santa Claus

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Caroline considers Santa to be her own personal superhero, but she isn't too happy about catching him kissing you. Because no matter what, her Daddy will always be number one.

Word count: 5,5K

Warning(s): fluff, domestic life, Caroline being sad/angry, Elvis dressing up as Santa, smut; just a quick morning quickie that isn't too detailed tbh, roleplaying (kinda.. lol).

Author's note: this was requested a while ago by anon, so nonnie, i hope this finds its way back to ya! enjoy luvs <3

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“I saw Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night. She didn’t see me creep down the stairs to have a peep; she thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep. Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus underneath his beard so snowy white. Oh what a laugh it would’ve been if Daddy had only seen, Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus last night.”

Five year old Caroline adored Christmas. The decorations, the songs, the movies, the presents… but especially, Santa Claus. The bearded man that she believed flew across the world in his sleigh in the span of one night was a God to her.

While most children would weep upon the sight of a strange man in a red suit and a long white beard, Caroline was over the moon every single year. Even as a baby and before she could even speak a word, she would giggle and run up to whoever was dressed up as the man as soon as she could walk – or waddle.

She had no idea it was usually her grandfather or The Colonel who’d pay her a quick visit during Christmas day.

Caroline was the definition of a true Daddy’s girl, but Santa came pretty darn close to stealing Elvis’ spot during the month of December.

“Daddy, that’s wrong! Santa doesn’t have a green hat!” the tiny blonde giggled as she sat on top of the kitchen counter, looking at the freshly baked Christmas cookies her and Elvis spend their time on this afternoon. He purposely colored the hat of the Santa shaped cookie green, because he knew those little hawk eyes of hers would notice immediately.

“Maybe he does this year, honey,” he smirked at his daughter, licking some icing off his finger as he watched her laugh at him before shaking her head and returning her attention back on the tray of cookies. She squeezed a tiny dot of brown coloring gel on one of the reindeers, swinging her legs back and forth happily.

The red boots that she begged you to wear this morning were still on her feet, hitting the kitchen cabinets softly with her movements.

“You’re funny, Daddy.. but these cookies have to be perfect!” she told him with a stern voice. “What if Santa thinks we’re makin’ fun of him and won’t eat them? Mommy says sending letters to the North Pole takes a very long time,”

Elvis was often mesmerized by his daughter. Not only because she reminded him so much of both you and him, but also because she often spoke like she was much older. He figured it was probably because she spend so much time around adults when she wasn’t in school and she’d pick up anything she would hear.

Sometimes it caused for very funny conversations with her and sometimes she’d just embarrass Elvis and you when she had overheard the both of you talk about something or someone that was not meant to ever leave the four walls of this house.

Luckily, it had never been anything too serious.

“If Santa don’t like ‘em, I will deliver all those little apology letters of yours to him myself,” Elvis chuckled as he put the cookie he was working on on a Christmas decorative plate that had been hidden in the back of one of the cabinets. “But he will love your cookies. I bet he can’t get ‘nough of ‘em. Have you seen that fella’s tummy?”

Caroline looked up at him with wide eyes, taking the cookie with the green hat and shoving it into his hand. “Don’t be mean to Santa, Daddy, or you won’t get a present!”

He let out a hearty laugh, biting off the hat of the cookie as he squeezed her toes through her boots, making her squeal as she giggled and stuck her tongue out to him.

When all cookies were drawn on and she was satisfied with them, she took the plate Elvis handed her after he put her down on the ground and walked toward the staircase in the foyer. You had put a small table and a dining room chair right next to the stairs especially for Santa, your daughter unaware that you’d move the furniture back as soon as she was asleep and the cookies were eaten by you and her father.

“I need to get my drawing!” she told Elvis as she put the plate down and climbed up the stairs to get whatever she made for Santa to put it down with the cookies.

As she disappeared into her bedroom, you entered the house with shopping bags clinging in your hands and snowflakes covering your hair. You let out a huff as you closed the door behind you with your elbow, wiggling the cold and red tip of your nose.

“Next year I am back on baking duty,” you told your husband, trying not to crack a smile as he laughed at you and made his way over to you, taking the bags from your hands.

Usually, he would be the one doing the last minute shopping or have the things you needed to be delivered to the house but Caroline insisted he would stay home today and bake those cookies with her. All you really needed were some small presents for Vernon and Dee and some last minute groceries for tomorrow’s dinner.

You gave Mary the week off so she could spend time with her family during the holidays and you could provide a feast for yours.

“Sorry darlin’, can’t help it that she loves her Daddy more,” Elvis grinned as he took the presents out of the bags and put them underneath the tree in the living area before Caroline came back down. “If it makes ya feel any better, she got mad at me for talkin’ shit about her hero of the year,”

You didn’t miss the roll of his eyes and laughed, pulling the scarf you were wearing from around your neck. “She does not love you more, you’re just easier to manipulate,” you grinned teasingly at him, letting him take the grocery bags from you as well as he wandered back to you. “And she loves Santa more than you,”

You weren’t bothered by the fact that your daughter was a Daddy’s girl because when he’d be away from home and on the road, she would always stick to your side like glue. Elvis on the other side wasn’t so unbothered, hating that Caroline would not stop talking about Santa, Santa, Santa.

You loved to tease him with it.

“She loves that fool more than both of us,” he stuck his tongue out to you, walking into the kitchen to unpack the groceries and put them away. He chuckled softly to himself at the sound of your laugh and Caroline thundering down the stairs, running into your arms as soon as she saw you.

“Mommy, look! I made this for Santa to put with the cookies me and Daddy made,” she shoved the drawing in your face as you carried her toward the little nook you had created for Santa Claus himself.

“Wow Care, that’s beautiful! He will love it, baby,” you smiled at her, kissing her cheek as you placed her down so she could neatly place the drawing she made on the table, next to the plate of decorated cookies. The drawing consisted of three stick figures – you and Elvis being the taller ones and her being the small one in the middle.

Ofcourse, she had drawn Santa as well, only he was in an array of red crayon. You could only really recognize who it was by the white beard she managed to get quite accurate. It was cute.

“Did you buy enough milk, Mommy? He will be a lot thirsty,”

“Very thirsty, not a lot, baby,” you corrected her with a soft laugh, kneeling down next to her to look at the cookies. You could see which ones were decorated by her and which ones by Elvis. It didn’t really matter, they’d taste the same to you. “But yes, I have plenty of milk. We’ll pour him a glass before you go to bed, okay?”

“Two glasses?”

“If you’re a big girl and eat all of your veggies tonight, we’ll give him three!” you told her and she smiled excitedly, wrapping her arms around your neck as she leaned into you.

You were pretty sure she would definitely not eat all of her vegetables–she was her father’s daughter, after all–but you’d give her what she wanted and put three glasses of milk ready for Santa, anyways.

You found it hard to tell her no, because she was such a sweet girl.

She was your entire world.

Caroline surprised both you and Elvis as she shoved every single vegetable on her plate in her little mouth. It took her a while to chew everything down and she was the last to finish, but she couldn’t disappoint Santa, could she?

After sliding down chimneys all night, he must be extremely hungry and thirsty and she worked hard for those three glasses of milk.

You let them both go upstairs after dinner so Elvis could give her a bath and put her in her pyjamas as you cleaned the table and did the dishes.

Besides Mary, you basically gave everyone time off because you wanted to spend Christmas Eve with just your husband and daughter. Tomorrow the family and some of the guys would come over and the house will be rowdy again, so you were excited for the relaxing and quiet night you had planned.

You quite enjoyed yourself in the kitchen, cleaning and listening to the background noise that was the TV in the dining room.

You turned the TV off as you were done in the kitchen and heard Elvis and Caroline coming down the stairs. After getting some drinks, you followed them into the TV room and got ready for the movie Caroline had recently become obsessed with.

Scrooge.

She watched it with Dee’s sons a month ago and then made you and Elvis watch it with her again.

And again, and again, and again.

Neither of you could say no to her, even though you couldn’t care less about this movie.

Caroline snuggled in between you and Elvis, leaning into his side as her legs rested on your lap. She’d speak up now and then to point out a part in the movie that she liked and wanted you to pay attention to. But she had been running around all day, playing in the snow, helping Daddy feed the horses, baking cookies – she was tired, so tired that she couldn’t keep her eyes from fluttering shut despite loving the movie so much.

“Mommy!” she gasped softly as she shocked awake due to a loud noise from the TV, looking at you with wide eyes. “If I fall a-asleep.. wake me up, okay? I-I can’t miss.. Santa..” she mumbled, laying her head on Elvis’ chest as she pulled her legs in, holding onto his shirt with her tiny hand.

She didn’t seem to believe you when you told her that you would and looked up at her father. “Daddy, don’t forget, okay?!” she urged him, her voice thick with exhaustion and though her eyes were heavy, she wouldn’t put her head back down unless she got confirmation.

Elvis laughed softly as he looked at her, kissing her forehead. “I promise, yittle. Put your little head down,” he whispered to her, gently pushing her head back down on his chest as he tickled his fingers through her hair.

It didn’t take her long to drift off into a deep slumber.

You and Elvis didn’t wake her up, deciding that she needed all the sleep she could get for Christmas day tomorrow. She probably wouldn’t be too happy about it once she’d wake up and realise it was the next day, but she’d forgive you for it later. Especially when she’d see the presents she got from you and Elvis, her innocent little mind believing that they were from Santa himself.

“I’ll get her to bed,” you whispered as the movie ended which you and Elvis had talked your whole way through. Too comfortable on the couch to turn the TV off and move into the living room, plus Caroline looked too cute sleeping and you didn’t want to wake her. But it was getting late and you and your husband could use some rest as well.

“I’ll be upstairs,” he told you as you picked up Caroline in your arms, kissing your lips as he silently followed you up the stairs. You walked up the main staircase as Elvis made his way to the living room.

Thankfully, Caroline didn’t wake up when you carried her up the stairs and put her to bed. She mumbled something in her sleep and fuzzed in the sheets a little, but she went back to snoring softly before you left the room. You took the opportunity to clean up some of her toys that were scathered around the room and put the clothes away she wore today that Elvis put on her chair.

When you closed the door behind you afterwards and walked down the stairs, you frowned as Elvis was nowhere to be seen. The TV in both the dining and music room were turned off. The house felt empty.

“El? Baby?” you called out softly, looking around as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

Once he cleared his throat and you turned around, you saw him sitting in the Santa nook, cookie in hand and clothed in the Santa suit his dad or manager usually wore. You figured he must’ve put something around his waist, because he filled out the costume that would otherwise be too big for him.

“Merry Christmas to you, madame,” he grinned as he put the cookie down, slapping his hand on his thigh. You pressed your lips together, holding back a laugh as you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, slipping your arm around his shoulder. “Are these cookies for me, pretty lady?”

You cleared your throat a little, a soft giggle escaping your throat nonetheless. He had never dressed up as Santa for Caroline, both of you afraid that she would recognize him instantly.

You thought he looked ridiculous, but the way his voice deepened as he spoke to mimick a Santa like voice and his blue eyes were pretty much undressing you the second he saw you, you couldn’t help but feel a tingle run down your spine.

“They certainly are, mr. Claus. My daughter and husband made them especially for you,” you grinned, placing your hand on his stomach. Or rather the pillow you realised he had put in the costume.

“Your husband, you say?” he hummed, picking up the cookie once more as he took a bite of it now. “Isn’t he a lucky man to have such a beautiful little thing runnin’ around the place,” he put the cookie in front of your lips, his hand finding your ass as his arm was resting around your waist.

You feigned a gasp, gently pushing his hand away from your face as you looked at him. “My, mr. Claus. You’re very handsy, aren’t you? What would my husband think?”

“Well honey, your husband ain’t here, is he?”

He dropped the half eaten cookie back on the plate, wiping some crumbs off his fingers with the napkin you had put next to the plate earlier today. His palm squeezed your ass softly, pushing you firmly against his chest as your hand traveled over the hill of his fake belly and over his chest to wrap it around his neck.

“Now tell me, mrs. Presley. Have you been naughty or nice?”

His words made you want to rip that white beard he was sporting off his face and shut him up with a kiss. You didn’t feel awkward anymore at his little act–not when he was looking at you like that while his palm was shamelessly massaging your ass–and rather felt arousal seeping into your being.

Roleplaying wasn’t rare for you and Elvis, but you never thought him being dressed up as Santa Claus would get you as turned on as it did.

“I’m always very nice,” you told him as you laced your fingers together behind his neck, plastering your most innocent smile on your face. “But I can definitely be naughty too, mr. Claus,”

“Why don’t you show me how naughty you can be, darlin’?” his hand was quick as it reached up to his face, pulling the beard down before he leaned in to you. You giggled softly, gently swatting his hand away before you put the beard back in its place, kissing him.

He laughed softly against your lips but didn’t question you on it, instead fully trapping you against him as he wrapped his other arm around you as well, deepening the kiss.

Caroline shot up in her bed as soon as she awoke out of her sleep not even twenty minutes after you put her to bed. The little Presley girl didn’t think twice to hop out of her bed and walk over to the window, pouting heavily when she realised it was still night time and she was not downstairs waiting for her beloved Santa Claus right now.

You and Elvis promised to wake her and she felt betrayed that you hadn’t.

She had no idea what time it was and if you were still awake, but she figured getting caught would be worth the risk. Tiptoeing to her door, she slowly opened it and shuffled to the top of the stairs – when she saw that the only light that illuminated the foyer came from the Christmas tree, she very slowly and quietly stepped down a few steps.

Not wanting to scare Santa if he was already here, she peeked over the bannister of the stairs and widened her eyes as she saw the white bearded man with his signature red hat and suit sitting in the seat you and her had provided for him. She would’ve thundered down the stairs if it wasn’t for you sitting in his lap, lips pressed against those of her hero.

The one who provided her with the toys she wanted every year, the one who paid her a visit every Christmas day.

She loved him, but he was not her father.

Only Daddy was allowed to kiss you on the lips, not Santa Claus. Not nobody else.

Tears stung in her blue eyes as she grabbed onto the bars of the bannister, watching the kiss for a few seconds before she ran back up the stairs and hid underneath her blankets, silently crying herself to sleep.

You and Elvis were too occupied to hear Caroline coming up and down the stairs and as you tugged him up from the seat to take him into your shared bedroom, he quickly stole the plate of cookies along with him.

You and Elvis woke up early the next morning despite that Santa costume keeping you both awake until the dead of the night. You expected Caroline to stand at the side of your bed by now seeing it was already 8 o’clock because she could never wait until she was allowed to unwrap her presents. This morning, the bedroom was silent aside from Elvis’ soft snoring.

You sat up in the bed and looked at your husband, laughing softly as you took the Santa hat that was clutched in his hand, throwing it onto the floor. You leaned over to him and planted soft kisses on his shoulder and up to his face. He groaned softly as you woke him, his limbs stretching out in front of him before he turned to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, forcing you to lay back down next to him.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you whispered with a soft laugh as he hid his face in your neck, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Mwerry Chwistmas, little one,” he hummed sleepily against your skin before he kissed your neck, the faint hint of your perfume that lingered in your neck making him roll onto his back, taking you right with him.

“We don’t get a lot of Christmas mornings like this one,” he mumbled as he grinned, his hands running up your thighs to squeeze at your hips.

He was right, you didn’t. You’d either be woken up by Caroline or by the doorbell that announced the arrival of today’s company. You told them to come a little later this year, so you and your family had time to actually eat breakfast and get ready for the day.

Now that you and Elvis had a bit of time for yourselves, he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

His eyes caught sight of the Santa hat on the floor and he was quick to grab it before returning to his warm spot on the bed with you atop of him. “You had a lot of time with mr. Claus last night, it’s only fair if I get some sweetness from mrs. Claus,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he held out the hat to you.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, grasping it from his hand as you put it crookedly on top of your head. He bit his lip and moved his hands up your sides, slipping toward your front to squeeze your bare breasts in the palm of his hand.

Neither of you bothered to put on clothes before you fell asleep last night, so he didn’t need to wait for you to peel off pieces of fabric for you to raise your hips and sink down onto him.

He groaned as he moved his hands underneath his head, watching you ride him with a cocky smirk on his face.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he mummered as his eyes wandered down from your face to your bouncing breasts, voice sounding hoarse as it was still heavy with sleep. It only motivated you to go faster.

The idea of Caroline wandering into the room any minute was also on your mind, but Elvis didn’t mind you chasing your climax with slight hurry. He decided to help you get there even faster, reaching one hand down to circle your clit rapidly with his thumb.

The both of you had to bite down on your tongues to not moan too loud and while Elvis loved hearing you make those pretty sounds for him, he knew he could not make you truly scream while Caroline was also in the house.

Luckily for him, she had a sleepover planned at his father’s house next week.

Thanks to Elvis’ digit, you were quick to reach your climax and he followed not long after because of how visciously you were clenching around him.

“We should.. should check on Care,” you breathed as you ripped the fluffy hat off your head, throwing it across the bed before you leaned down and kissed your husband, who mumbled a soft agreement against your lips but made no movements to leave the warmth of the bed.

Caroline had been up before you and Elvis, but instead of walking into your room to tug on your blankets until either you or Elvis woke up, she went straight to the living room.

She was a girl on a mission today and it wasn’t a very fun one.

She was angry – at you, at Santa, and even a little bit at Elvis.

The little girl was still in disbelief of what she had seen last night. She just couldn’t wrap her little head around the fact that you kissed someone that was not Daddy and that Santa kissed you back.

And where was her Daddy while you exchanged smooches with her hero? He should’ve been there to stop it. Maybe even kick Santa’s ass a little.

She wandered over to the Christmas tree, taking the ornaments out one by one. Santa Claus didn’t deserve a nice tree anymore – if he would come by the house today, she would show him that she was angry with him.

Once you and Elvis came down the stairs and saw the bottom of the tree empty from its usual ornaments and Caroline gathering the sparkly garlands in her arms, you widened your eyes.

“Caroline, what is this?!” you exclaimed in confusion as you walked over to her to lift her up your hip. She crossed her arms firmly against her chest, the garlands crunching in her arms as she turned away from you with an angry expression taking over her features. “Caroline, I’m talkin’ to you,”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” she huffed as she stared at the chair by the stairs Santa had sat on last night.

“Caroline Mae Presley, don’t talk to your mother like that,” Elvis warned her as he stood next to you, looking at his daughter. But she didn’t look at him, hanging back in your arms so she’d be heavier for you to hold. “You know you’re not allowed to go downstairs before waking us. Why did you dissect the tree?”

She didn’t want to tell him or you how she was feeling, but she had a weakness for Elvis and she felt sad for him. He didn’t know what happened last night – while she was still young, she knew it was a bad thing. A bad thing that would hurt her precious father.

“I’m mad,” she mumbled and you allowed Elvis to take her out of your arms, walking over to the couch to sit down on it with her in his lap. She unfolded her arms and looked at her hands as you took the garlands out of her arms to put them back in their place.

“Yittle, if you’re mad, you come talk to Mommy or me. What does my tree have to do with anythin’, huh?” he grinned playfully at her as he tickled her sides. Usually, she would giggle and cheer up, but this time she pouted and pushed his big hand off.

“I’m mad.. m-mad.. at Santa,” she whispered, touching the small charm bracelet you gifted her for her last birthday that she never wanted to take off.

“Why, baby? Santa brought you a lot of presents,” Elvis told her as he nodded his head over to you. You smiled at your daughter as she finally looked up and you nodded, holding up a few wrapped presents Elvis put under the tree last night as you were putting Caroline to bed.

It looked like a smile was about to break the angry act she was putting on, but she huffed and looked down again. “I’m mad at Mommy too,”

You raised your eyebrows in confusion as you put the presents back under the tree, getting up to walk over to the couch. You sat down next to Elvis and looked at the pouty blonde in his lap, taking her small hands in yours. She pulled them out of your grip immediately, looking away.

Elvis saw the hurt in your eyes and sighed deeply, knowing playing nice would get him nowhere with his headstrong daughter.

He had finally met his match – it was more exhausting than he ever expected.

“Caroline, don’t be like that to your mother and tell us why you’re so mad. We don’t know what’s goin’ on if you don’t use your words,” he bounced his leg she was sitting on once, making her look at him with a glare.

Her face expressions softened a little when she saw both you and him looking at her so seriously and she couldn’t stop her bottomlip from twitching, her emotions getting the best of her. As soon as tears started welling up in her eyes, she pressed her face in Elvis’ chest and grabbed onto the shirt he was wearing.

“You and Mommy don’t love each other anymore,” she cried, her words coming out muffled. Elvis gently grabbed her shoulders, trying to pull her off him so she could speak more clearly but she managed to wrap her arms around his neck, clinging onto him. “And it’s all Santa’s fault,”

You exchanged a look with Elvis and frowned, running your hand through your daughter’s hair. “Honey, what are you talking about?”

Upon the sound of your voice, she pulled away from Elvis and looked at you, tears freely rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh Mommy, please don’t leave Daddy all alone!” she cried as she stretched her arms out to you. She had been so angry with you only minutes ago, but the thought of you leaving and running off to the North Pole with Santa Claus broke her little heart. You immediately took her in your arms and caressed her hair out of her face, wiping her tears away. “Don’t leave me and Daddy!”

“Care, how’d you get that idea? Baby, I’m not leaving you and Daddy,” you told her, kissing her forehead before she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

“But last n-night.. you.. you.. were k-kissing.. S-Santa..” she hiccuped over your shoulder, squeezing you tightly in her little arms as if she was afraid you’d disappear into thin air. “You are in l-love with Santa C-Clause,”

You looked at Elvis and he widened his eyes, letting out a hearty laugh as he leaned back in the couch, throwing his head on the back rest of it. You gave him a warning glare but couldn’t stop yourself from giggling softly too, rubbing your hand up and down Caroline’s back soothingly as Elvis hid his mouth behind his hand to muffle his laughter.

“Care bear, look at me,” you chuckled softly as you grabbed her arms, pulling her out of your embrace so she’d look at you. Her hands rested on your shoulders as she sniffed, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “What you saw last night… was me hugging Santa…”

Elvis stopped laughing as he grinned cheekily, waiting for you to explain to your five year old what she had seen. You silently begged for help and he cleared his throat a little, scooting closer to you and Caroline. “Yittle, Mommy was comfortin’ Santa last night. You see, Daddy forgot to put his milk by the cookies last night and Santa was so sad, because he thought we had forgotten about him,” he explained to her as she looked at him, listening while repeating his words over and over again in her head.

“Yes! And I told him we definitely did not forget about him. He was also a little sad that you fell asleep, baby girl, so I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek,”

She turned to you, her eyes still a little red as she sniffed once more. “Really?”

“Promise. Would we ever lie to you?” Elvis chimed in, smiling at her and she shook her head.

To her, you and Elvis were perfect and would never ever tell her a lie. Not a big one, nor a small one.

“No,” she whispered. “So you will stay with me and Daddy?”

You looked at her and laughed softly, nodding as you pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Yes baby, I’m going to stay with you and Daddy forever and ever,”

She smiled softly, nodding her head heavily as she seemed to buy the story you and Elvis told her. Honestly, it wasn’t a very good one, but the only thing you could come up with on the spot.

And for five year old Caroline, the story sounded solid.

“Okay,” she said, grabbing Elvis’ hand as she kept her other hand on your shoulder. “Daddy is more beautiful than Santa,”

Elvis grinned widely, raising his chin smugly. “That’s what I thought, honey,”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, rising from the couch with Caroline in your arms. “Now Santa, me and Daddy will appreciate it very much if you put the ornaments back in the tree. Let Daddy help you,” you grinned, kissing her temple before you put her back on her own two feet. She nodded and walked over to the tree, sitting on her knees as she did what you told her to.

Elvis slipped his arm around your waist, squeezing your ass as he pushed you against his chest. “Seems like we should keep the costume strictly for the bedroom, huh?”

“Definitely,” you laughed softly, kissing his chin. “Without the beard next time, though,”

“I didn’t hear ya complainin’ when I was in between your legs with it last night,” he whispered teasingly with a grin on his face, raising an eyebrow.

You playfully slapped his chest, laughing. “I was feelin’ festive, but Christmas is almost over, baby,”

“Not in this house,” he wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to kiss you. The moment was interrupted sooner than he liked by Caroline who called out to him.

“Daddy, help me!” she yelled as she had managed to get herself twisted in a string of garland, looking at him with a goofy smile on her face.

“You truly are your mother’s child,” he laughed as he shot you a wink, walking over to his daughter to help her get out of the small trap she got herself into and to help her re-decorate the lower half of the tree.

You laughed as you watched them for a little bit before disappearing into the kitchen to start on breakfast.

In an hour or so, the house would be filled with family and friends again, disrupting the peaceful bubble you had been in since yesterday.

You didn’t mind it all that much, though. And as long as Caroline would have a good time, you didn’t care if the house was empty or full.

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Dissonance (2.5)

I HATE THIS SM WHY IS IT SHORTENING MY POSTS? it could be my internet but this IS INFURIATINGG TW WARNINGS: hinted depression, vomiting blood, over all sad boi hours READ AT UR OWN DISCRETION GUYS PLS angst (i promise it gets better over time), amnesia!!! i still suck at writing accents, pls do not bully me!! Ghost x M!Reader 1, 2, Part 2.5, 3 Your gravelly and tired voice broke and cut through the silence like a hot knife in butter with underlying horror behind the meaning of those words. You.. had no idea who they were, as your idle form continued to stand there as the majority of their expressions shifted. They probably already knew, but it was.. in denial? What happened to you?

"Wha' do ye' mean ye' don't know us? Ye've been with us for years, mate!" The mohawk man exclaimed rather intrusively as the loud voice affected your ears slightly as you weren't fully awake just yet. God, did they sedate you are you just this sore?? You couldn't quite fully comprehend and grasp the situation- causing you to rub your own eyes in irritation from the light blinding you. - He was just so.. shocked. At a loss for words as he shook you, trying to see if you'd remember something, well by shaking you over and over made you not only disoriented but rather irked, scrunching your left eye as the tall man yanks the Scottish man away harshly.. "Soap, blood hell, keep your fucking hands off your Lieutenant." 'So that's the name of the man?' You continued to take in essential parts of the conversation as you heard 'Lieutenant'. You were a LT? That shocked you, mainly because all you could remember is being transferred to a new squad and then waking up here. All of this was so confusing to keep track of. "Ghost, he doesn't even remember us! Do ye expect me to calm down?!" Okay, Soap was not having it as saying he was slightly agitated was an understatement at the very LEAST. His eyes were burning holes into the man who was dubbed Ghost. At least you got names which they.. never gave. You had to figure that part out yourself. You constantly stole glances at Ghost, watching them argue and bicker like children. Although, you did acknowledge the tension, you could feel something in your heart and throat as you looked at Ghost and the group, but you had no idea what it was. ..! You could feel something rising to the back of your throat quickly, as you bit on your tongue- staggering back while holding the door frame as the sudden movement across the floor made it audible. Your left hand went to your mouth, holding back something as you could taste something.. metallic? You didn't even notice your knees giving out into a kneel while trying to hold back something. The sensation of large hands held your back and chest as your throat threatened to spill the contents.. The hands were.. comforting. They held this soft warmth which you leaned into while trying to hold back something. Alas, it was not enough as you puked up a mixture of blood and bile as you gripped the doorframe, spewing out an large amount of blood through your hands while desperately trying to cover it. "Someone get a bloody fucking medic! Hol' on, you'll be okay.. Don't fucking stand there!" There was a really loud voice booming as you could hear all the little scuttling of feet and boots clacking against the ground in hasty movement, as you faded in and out of consciousness again. You could feel warmth as your body felt cold, which you snuggled into lightly, uncaring of where it came from as it lulled you to a soft sleep.. " You'll be okay, stay with me luv'. " A/N i hate my life; tumblr stop cutting out my WORKS im gonna have a break down ISTG..

#cod x male reader #ghost x male reader #mw2 x male reader #ghost simon riley x male reader #ghost x gn reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x male reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod

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creativesnek · 10 months

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Mushroom Foraging Scare

“All right guys! Today, I’m out here with Peach, looking for some tasty mushrooms for dinner.”

Luigi panned the camera stick over him, capturing Peach on the shot. As he continued to film, Peach smiled and waved at the camera, her excitement evident. The sun-dappled forest provided a picturesque backdrop for their mushroom hunting adventure.

"Let's see if we can find some of those delectable chanterelles," Luigi said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. He adjusted his hat and led the way deeper into the woods, with Peach following closely behind.

As they ventured further into the forest, the air became cooler and filled with earthy scents. The ground was covered in a thick carpet of fallen leaves, making each step slightly crunchy under their feet. Luigi's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of mushroom patches. As they did so, the man thanked the donations and let the comments flow.

The forest is so pretty 😍

New area unlocked

Damn, the dark web theory to mushroom foraging pipeline is REAL

Weeg looks so adorable and excited

Protecc this man at all cost

*SuperBro has donated 1500 bits! I will never understand y u like mushrooms so much🤢*

Luigi smirked at his brother’s words. Mario has always hated mushrooms, even when they were little. If Mama cooked with them, he’d pick them off his plate and give them to Luigi. To this day he finds it ironic, considering Peach is a Toad person. One can see it on the white freckles and reddish cheek that she bloomed from the royal mycelium. In the end, Mario ended up falling for the thing he disliked most and Luigi will never let him live it down.

They continued onwards, stopping every now and then to look over a dead log before moving on. Luigi and Peach were taking their time, enjoying the outdoors and summer breeze. As they ventured deeper into the forest, Luigi and Peach marveled at the vibrant hues of green that surrounded them.

So peaceful…

Do y’all have a club or smth I can join? Kinda wanna get into this🤔

Isn’t this… cannibalism for Peach?

“Peach, you got a question,” said Luigi.

“What?”

Luigi stopped for a moment. “Someone asked if this is cannibalism for you.”

Peach threw her head back and laughed. The question has popped up several times, and honestly it doesn’t bother her. Newcomers are a common occurrence during streams; plus, it was an opportunity to educate people on Toadfolk culture and physiology. Peach jumped over a log, “No, this isn’t cannibalism for me,” she replied with a giggle. “Toads are born from a special and totally different form of mycelium, which is why we’re sentient. Mushrooms, on the other hand, don’t come from this and therefore aren’t sentient or anywhere near close to being my species.”

Luigi adjusted his camera. “Well, Peachie here is born from an even more special mycelium, which is why she looks more like me than normal Toads.”

Ohh ok

Peach just *spawns into existence* 🧍🏽‍♀️

Guys, king oysters 3 o’clock

The green-wearing man’s eyes widened. “King oysters?”

“Where?!”

Luigi looked around, looking for the mushroom patch that the comment mentioned. And lo and behold, there it was to his right. Giggling like school children, the two ran towards it.

THERE THEY GOOO

Freaking dorks, i luv them

Damn they really want those shrooms😂

The two made it to the patch, then dropped to their knees. Luigi angled the camera, making sure he had a proper shot of the beautiful fungi.

Pat the cap

i wanna poke it

By law, Luigi must pat the cap.

*Tao Coffee ☕donated 1000 bits! give pats to the mushroom pls*

“Hold on, lemme double check that they’re safe,” said Peach.

She laid on her stomach, inspecting the fungi before standing up and nodding. Luigi lifted his free hand and proceeded to give the requested pats to the king oyster mushrooms. Cheers and happy emoticons flooded the chat. Luigi set his camera stick down, angled towards them as they started digging some out.

“Oh wow, these are big mushrooms,” he commented.

Peach slowly dug one out and lifted it to the air. “Look at this one! It’s bigger than my hand!”

The two talked back and forth as they collected the mushrooms, exclaiming their excitement.

Still don’t know how tf I got here…

Take a bite out of it

I wanna bite it

Luigi looked at his phone. “I highly recommend not eating raw mushrooms, especially freshly picked ones.”

Peach gasped. “Ohh, how are you going to cook them?”

“I was thinking of sauteeing them and then eating them with rice,” he replied.

The two started suggesting recipes (with the Chat drooling over the suggestion) but were suddenly interrupted by the sound of thunder. They looked up and gasped; the once sunny sky had suddenly turned dark. Luigi dropped the king oysters into a bag, then put them in his backpack. Peach frowned, “That storm’s coming in pretty quickly,” he said.

Luigi nodded in understanding and looked around. In the distance, he noticed an old building, covered in vines and shrubbery. It looked sketchy but it’ll have to do, the storm was rolling in quickly. He grabbed his stuff and made a beeline towards it; Peach followed closely behind. The rain started pouring behind them.

As they approached the dilapidated building, Luigi could feel a sense of unease creeping up his spine. The creaking sound of the rusty gate swinging in the wind added to the eerie atmosphere surrounding them. Despite his reservations, he knew they had no other choice but to seek shelter within its mysterious walls.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a musty smell filled their nostrils, and their eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior. The room was cluttered with broken furniture and covered in layers of dust, as if it had been abandoned for years.

Sketchy af 🫤

Watch for glass or used needles u guys

Get out. Get outta there.

Hell no, I’d rather stay out in the rain

*SuperBro donated 25 bits! Lu, Peach, keep an eye out.*

Heeding his brother’s and the chat’s words, they found a clean spot to sit and just wait. Bowser would be here soon to pick them up; he most likely noticed the clouds and is already on his way here. Luigi sighed, “Hey, at least we got our haul, right?” he said, trying to sooth the tension. Peach nodded.

An hour passed by. They tried to distract themselves by enjoying the sound of music or answering donation questions. Peach fiddled with her pocket knife, nervously looking around. Suddenly they heard glass breaking. Luigi's eyes widened in fear, his hand instinctively flying to cover his mouth to stifle any noise that might escape.

The group exchanged worried glances, their previous distractions forgotten in an instant. Peach's grip tightened around her pocket knife, her knuckles turning white as she prepared herself for whatever might come next. They had hoped for a peaceful evening, but it seemed fate had other plans.

Then they heard the horrible growl.

RUN

FUCKING RUN

Omg do we call 911???!

dis so fake ong

^^ stfu. 😡

Hey there demons, it’s me ya boi

The duo shot up to their feet and booked it towards an exit, leaving the camera behind. They leaped over debris, screaming.

Someone call King!

King!

He better come get his man

*King donated 1 bit! I’M OUTSIDE!*

They could see headlights from another exit. Peach and Luigi ran out into the rain. A large truck pulled closer. Both recognized it as Bowser’s standard vehicle. Without skipping a beat, they headed towards it as it meant safety. As Peach and Luigi dashed through the pouring rain, their hearts pounded with a mix of fear and determination.

Luigi headed towards the side and frantically got inside, wiping away wet hair from his face. Bowser picked him up by the scruff and pulled him inside further. Peach climbed inside, collapsing across the seats. There was silence except for their pants and the truck’s engine for a few seconds. Bowser touched his face, “Are you okay?!”

“I-I’m okay…”

The concerned Koopa turned to look at the backseats. “Peaches, you good?!”

Peach gave him a weak thumbs-up. Bowser sighed and squeezed his boyfriend’s hand tightly. They took a moment to gather themselves. Peach slowly sat up and moved her ponytail over her shoulder, nervously running her hands through it. Luigi sighed and put his backpack on his lap. Then he froze.

“I left my phone behind.”

Bowser stared straight ahead. Then took off his seatbelt. Luigi went to grab his arm but he got out before he could even touch him. He slammed the door close behind him, “Stay here.”

Peach and Luigi’s protests fell on deaf ears as the large koopa marched inside, smoke trails leaving his nostrils. They watched nervously as the minutes ticked by, fearful of what would happen next. Luigi knew Bowser was fully capable of defending himself, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry.

They both jumped and screamed when the car door opened suddenly.

Bowser took his seat, getting comfortable on the custom-made seat fit for his shell. He handed Luigi the camera stick, which he had kept dry. Luigi took it, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. Also, it wasn’t some random crackhead or anything like that; just a bunch of asshole Boos playing pranks.”

The two sighed in relief. Luigi lifted the phone, trying to give the audience a reassuring smile.

He’s alive!

He lives!

Damn, Bowser lookin’ fine in the rain 👀🫦

Weeg, how could u cheatin on King? Disappointed 🙁

Bowser is King, dumbass.😑

The chat continued their expressions of relief (and the occasional bickering) as Luigi stayed on screen. Bowser wiped his hair back, then started the truck again. He also turned on the heater, “Let’s go home before you two catch a cold.”

Luigi smiled at him, “It’s my turn to make dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” Bowser replied.

#bowuigi #super mario #bowser #luigi x bowser #luigi #fanfic #super luigi #super mario bros #princess peach #streaming #gaming #mushrooms #oneshot

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zelda-cooper · 4 months

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My version of Loonatics Unleashed

This is just my interpretation of this universe of "Loonatics Unleashed", don't take it as a summary of the series or as absolute truth to interpret your version. NO! It's just MY view and you have every right to disagree. Furthermore, there will be low-level words (even though I censor some) and there may be sensitive topics for certain people. Besides, this refers to the universe of Loonatics Unleashed, so for those who don't care, you can skip this blog, but for those who are a fan or if this interests you, you can continue reading.

So... I was researching hashtags for animated series that I like in general, whether it's the ones I've already mentioned like Steven Universe and The Owl House, or series that a lot of people don't know about, which is the case with the series "Loonatics Unleashed", which (giving a really bad summary-) is one of several Looney Tunes reinventions, but here it's about them in a superhero version. Yeah... The 2000s had that- Jokes aside, I really think it's a good series and I like it, even though the series has its flaws and I recognize that. And, interestingly, @drakepad-luv-2000 made a blog talking about her version of Loonatics Unleashed, with her Headcanons and ideas. So I'm making this blog copying his idea - Just kidding... I asked if I could do it with the same theme and she gave me permission. I'm not that dishonest. So, having given that introduction... Let's move on to my version of Loonatics Unleashed! AH- And if you want to share your opinion, leave it in the comments, but if you want to make a blog with the same theme, give credit to me and @drakepad-luv-2000, ok? Excellent! ^^

I'm going to end up dividing this blog into topics, the first will just be to reformulate the backstory and the second part will talk more about the characters themselves. I won't be able to talk about all the topics, in fact, these three are JUST to start talking about Loonatics Unleashed, there are also the conflicts and evolutions of the characters, their relationships, the villains themselves and even my OCs from this universe (you They thought I wouldn't put my character in, right? Obviously I would...-w-). So, if you feel like it, I can do a part two. But let's get down to business.

Series Plot (Reinvented)

Speaking of the series' plot, Drakepad, when talking about Headcanons, said that she wanted to change the plot a little to the year 2017 because it was more relatable for us, because the series, even though it takes place in the future, for some reason had the technologies of the years 2000 which are currently old... And, honestly, I agree with her point... But I still wanted to get this more futuristic theme for the series, as that's what gives the series a certain charm. So I'm going to mix some ideas... The series will take place in a year that is not exactly specified, but it will be both close to the years 2017 to 2024 (which is the current year that the blog is being published) and also having elements of Cyberpunk with Advanced Technology from science fiction films, also taking some things from hero stories.

The meteor part... It will be discarded because, honestly... How the HELL did the meteor only affect Acmetropolis, but not the whole world?! If it's something like the dinosaur meteor, there would be people with powers ALL OVER THE WORLD. Ok, I think I'm demanding too much logic for a children's series, but still... They could have elaborated more. Back... So, if the meteor was discarded... What caused the characters' powers? And here I get the idea of a classic Anime... Akira!

If you don't know the plot of the exquisite film, it's basically a Japan (or just Tokyo, I don't remember-) in the Cyberpunk future caused after a nuclear explosion (or not, that's a story spoiler-) that made the city become a technological place, however, underneath all the neon and wealth, the poor part of the city ends up suffering a lot from marginality and crime, mainly affecting the young people of this generation who do not respect their elders and do not know the history, they were just born in a country already destroyed. And, in the middle of the story, children with paranormal powers are revealed... I know the story is crazy, but the film is good... It's just a bit violent in many ways-

Returning to the story of Loonatics... I adapted the story of the series a little with some content that she herself showed, like the fact that there are aliens and such... And taking some conspiracies from real life, because it might help... (or not, you know- ). It's also good to get a little of Zadavia's story and her brother's story itself, it's still similar to the original. The main difference is the context of everything... In the beginning, the brothers actually worked together to achieve union with certain planets with the High Council, however they both took care of different things. Zadavia was the more diplomatic person, while Optimatus was the one who took care of the military troops and this made them have different views, but to a certain extent they got along well. However, the day came that the High Council found out about the Milky Way and, consequently, about the planet Earth, so Optimatus and some soldiers went to the planet to try to keep a close eye on the place. But, well... Being human is a complicated being, and if he is already bad with his own species, who will say with Aliens? It didn't happen otherwise, Optimatus and his soldiers were captured and taken to Area 51, where they were tortured and many died in experiments, which is why Optimatus' burns and scars appeared here. He managed to escape, however... He was completely changed and, when he returned, he wanted to annihilate planet Earth and the entire human race for the savagery he went through.

Even hearing the experiences he went through, the High Council denied the proposal for mass annihilation, largely due to Zadavia, who believed that not all humans were bad. Then follows the same idea of Optimatus having kidnapped (in this case, REALLY KILLED) the rest of the council and only being left with Zadavia, who took refuge on Earth because she was one of the few races physically similar to his own, while Optimatus, also trying annihilating the human race, caused an explosion in one of the cities, which was where he was captured, which killed many people, others were left with irreversible damage to their DNA and there were also places still affected by radiation. There were survivors who, in the future, would end up developing mutations in the future that would give them powers, who are our protagonists and also some villains in the series.

In the future, the city managed to rebuild itself, becoming the Acmetropolis that we see today, which on the one hand, became a city full of technology and neon, but on the other, in the poorest and dirtiest regions, it became a place full of crime and both adults and young people traumatized by the "atomic" explosion. The media, at the time, said that it was an explosion caused by an enemy country, but in fact, it was one of Optimatus' attempts to take revenge on humans. While Zadavia? She tried to start life again on Earth, however her alien appearance made her hide her real appearance with a hologram device, making her pass as a mere normal human, both to really start over and to hide from her brother. But, of course... One time or another... He would come back... And until then, she would have to prepare herself too.

And that's kind of the plot of this version, at least, the story of the reason for the technologies and the powers of the protagonists and villains. I don't know if it's too crazy or if it's a bit "cliché", but either way... I feel like I managed to create a good initial plot, in a way, but now, having already mentioned them... Let's talk about the characters.

Main Characters (Reinvented)

I'm going to say right away in this topic that, basically, I'm going to take some ideas from Drakepad, but just as inspiration. Like the fact that Ace and Lexi are brothers here (because considering they are descendants of Bugs Bunny and Lola Bunny, it's really weird for them to ship...), but I want to make it clear that I'm not going to change the gender of the characters. There are also things like the characters being adults in this version and having already gained their powers before the explosion, but certain events were triggers for them to awaken them. I only change gender or sexuality when it really suits and makes sense, but I honestly like to maintain a certain Canon of the series, and in this case it will be the gender of the protagonists (sexuality is another story...7w7). And another thing... Among the protagonists, there will be NO ships, but there may be some implicit insinuations of a certain relationship between the characters, however very subtle. So let's start with Ace and Lexi...

• Ace and Lexi Bunny

The two are twin brothers who were born in Acmetropolis and, when they were little, they were one of several people who survived the explosion event with their parents by pure luck, however, their mother ended up passing away after medical complications caused by the event, which made Lexi become the "woman" of the family, having to take care of the house, while Ace started working with his father and younger brothers to earn a living. Ace and Lexi, prematurely, ended up having to mature very early to be able to help their family members, with the boy being more affected, even more so with his father also being distant from him, making Ace learn to fight to defend his brothers and having to leave many of the dreams and goals aside sometimes, but I always had a fascination for these heroes from old films. Lexi, in turn, learned several household chores, but still managed to discover her passion for music and dance, dreaming of being a songwriter or singer, to try to bring hope to everyone. As adults, while Lexi managed to enter a more musical career, as a music teacher, Ace also tried to follow his dream of being an actor, but he was unable to pursue the career, as they always judged him as someone incapable, making him give up on that altogether. and starting to work as a handyman. Their powers awakened together, on a day at work, Lexi was going to pick up her brother from one of his jobs, when she was approached by some bad-intentioned boys, with Ace trying to defend her, but both being incapacitated. However, when they were going to harm both of them, that was a trigger for their powers to awaken, which scared the guys and made them run away, calling them monsters and freaks. An event that would mark them forever... And that, in the future, would make them approached by Zadavia and make them meet the rest of the team.

• Danger Duck

The duck is one of several orphans left over from the Acmetropolis explosion, having been trapped in the rubble of their home for many days, scared. When he was found, he was sent to an orphanage along with several other children, where he met his best friend and "brother" Pinkster, who was the only person he could really call a friend, as they were both excluded by the other children. for being "animals" among thousands of human children. Until the day came when the last couple arrived at the orphanage, where Duck used the two-sided coin to be adopted by the couple, a fact that he would regret for the rest of his life... After being adopted, his new parents They gave him all the love they could, but Duck still didn't feel like he belonged to that family, after all they were human and he was a duck. This made him very insecure, but he always tried to hide it in some way. As an adult, he left home and tried to find a job so he could support himself and be able to do well in some way, whether it was being rich or having some form of power, but he was always put down and ridiculed. The trigger that made him awaken his powers was in another one of the many horrible jobs he had, in which he was stressed to such a level that he wanted to disappear from there, which made him teleport to another place, which scared everyone and they made they run away. And, just like the Bunny brothers, he found Zadavia and joined the team.

• Slam Tasmanian

There is not much information about his family, but it is known that he was born in Australia into a huge family. In Slam's case, he just went to Acmetropolis to have a better life, but he was affected by the post-explosion radiation that still resided in certain places. He worked as an underground fighter to earn money, which is where his powers awakened and he used them to his advantage. And when they asked about it, the organizers said "Ah, it's a special effect". He was discovered and found by Loonatics and Zadavia, who offered him to join the team.

• Tech E. Coyote

Again, he is another person affected by the explosion, but in Tech's case, the problems would have started a little earlier. He had been diagnosed with autism since he was little, which made him have some problems communicating with people and had restricted interests, which made him suffer a lot of bullying. However, it was with his parents that he developed a passion for technology, building several things with them. When he went to college, he met Mallory, who became her friend (and possible crush...?), but when he found out about her plan, he soon stopped her and reported it to the teachers, leaving him alone again. His powers were slowly awakening, starting with his molecular regeneration, where some injuries and burns were suddenly healed, until he was able to manipulate metal, which was very useful later in his work. He was found by Zadavia and the others who, as he deduced, also gained their powers from the explosion, joining the team as well.

• Rev Runner

Finally, we come to my favorite. Rev has always been a hyperactive child who didn't pay attention to things, mainly because he has ADHD, however his father didn't want to believe that, just saying that "He's just an overly agitated Roadrunner" or "He's just throwing a tantrum" . Rev then continued with this mental condition, without knowing he had it, always pressured by his family to continue their business, especially after the explosion, where they were trying to get back on their feet. Soon Rev gained a younger sister, "Riley", however the little one didn't like acting like a girl and wore much more of Rev's old clothes, with the older brother always calling her by the pronouns "He/His". Soon, "Riley" came out as a trans man and became "Rip", but his father never accepted this and always said that "his daughter" was contradicting him, making the situation at home even worse. When Rev turned 18, he immediately wanted to take his brother with him, but again was stopped by his parents, unfortunately having to go alone. This small event made him, little by little, unlock the powers that, like Tech, were gradually unlocked, and which he used in his work as a delivery man. He was soon found by Loonatics and Zadavia, also joining the team.

Conclusion

And that's it, folks! There are still A LOT of things I still want to cover in my version of Loonatics, but the blog is already getting huge... So I'll leave it for a probable part two. Thank you for reading this blog! BYEEEEE!!!

#loonatics unleashed #rev runner #tech e coyote #ace bunny #lexi bunny #danger duck #slam tasmanian #loonatics #looney tunes

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Hi, :)

Can you write soft degredation for Tommy Miller where he is doing that to female reader. Tommy is a soft dom and the reader is a sub <3

Omg so sorry for the wait luv u for being patient E xoxoxo BUT I ENJOYED WRITING THIS IMMENSELY I need him especially when he shows up in tlou hbo HNGHFFJNN also I did use some twang bc they Texan also my fav thing is when Joel gets Distressed and the accent IS OUT

Kink Bingo - Degredation

Little slice o’ heaven

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: >2k

Tags: Soft dom, Tommy Miller is a sweetie pie who luvs his lady, pnv!sex, SOFT SAPPY LOVEMAKING, slice of life, set in Jackson, fake innocent reader, light Degredation kink, general warm n fluffies and orgasms

You couldn’t help but worry every time Tommy went on a patrol. But he was extremely capable, everyone in the safe haven knew that. Joel and Tommy once took out over 20 infected on a patrol, including those ghastly clickers and near impenetrable bloaters.

You stoked the fire in your shared cabin with your love, stew cooking on the stove. He’d radioed he would be back soon. You frowned, the asshole had been gone for a week. But you stayed busy, tending to the kids of the community, teaching them the ways of this new life. Well a life they’d only know.

There was a niggling feeling Tommy liked to go on extended patrols with Joel so they could bond. Which considering how volatile they were at first it warmed your heart. Padding back over to the pot of beef stew you stirred the contents, eyes flickering out the window.

People milled around, kids playing. You never thought life would become so…normal. Heavy boots and the creak of the door drew your attention, Tommy throwing off his jacket, running a hand through his long hair. He toed

off his thick boots, eyeing you softly. You smiled, putting a hand on your hip and teasing, “Bout damn time Miller.” He grinned and strode toward you, sweeping you into a big hug.

He nuzzled at your neck, drawling, “Sorry sorry, there’s my girl. You know how it gets up at those ski lodges.”

You rolled your eyes and teased, “Yep, playing guitar and laying on those couches you love. Leaving your poor pitiful baby at home, slaving over this stove and caring for the snotty children.”

Tommy’s grin widened, dark eyes sparkling. He kissed your lips quickly, big hands caressing your waist. In that southern drawl of his Tommy laughed, “Oh you’re fine, needy lil’ thing.” You harrumphed and turned back to the stove, pointedly shrugging off your lover.

Tommy snickered, coming up behind you and rasping in your ear, “C’mon baby, don’t you play cold w’me.” You turned to look, face innocent, ��I’m almost done with the food, go on and sit down. Mercer gave me a bottle of wine he pilfered at a resort down the way.”

Tommy gave your ass a light smack, stomping to the rickety kitchen table. A pretty little flower from the greenhouse decorated the center. The fire crackled in the background. You poured the stew into some bowls, grabbing a loaf of bread to soak up the hearty flavor. Tommy called from the dining room, “You better be nice after we’re all fed, been thinkin’ bout your pretty self.”

You blushed and ignored the obvious sucking up. Carrying the plates to the table Tommy groaned, “Damn baby that smells good, much better than that dried shit Joel n’ I been eatin’.” You snickered, “Figured you’d need something to warm up.”

The pair of you ate in bliss, Tommy updating you on his adventures and you talking about the rowdy kids at the school. Time caught up, and the wine was drained. Suddenly you felt tipsy and flushed, Tommy’s lids lowering. You knew that look. Pillowing your hand on your chin you hummed, “What’cha thinking about stud?”

He leaned forward, a hand on your thigh, dangerously high. You’d been wet since his scent filled the room again. For y’all’s age difference, Tommy was insatiable. He crooned, “What d’ya think, sugar?” You couldn’t help the little whimper emanating from your chest.

That damn Miller man had you hooked since you stumbled into Jackson, half starved and crazed. He was kind and patient, teaching you more survival methods. As a former reluctant FEDRA teacher he found you a spot for schooling the kids. But with a much less militaristic, fascist curriculum.

People made jokes about Tommy being too old, but you liked it. He was dominant, rugged, and oh-so-sweet under the rough and tumble demeanor. Tommy snapped to get your attention, humming, “You all spacey already honey? Don’t take much for ya’.”

You trembled and whimpered, “Need you Tommy.”

He grinned, squeezing your thigh. The man hummed nonchalantly, “Why don’t you put up the dishes and I’ll get us all set up in the bedroom huh baby?” You nodded obediently, standing on woozy legs. The wine definitely did not help. Gathering the plates, a fork fell, clanging against the table.

You yelped and jumped, Tommy already up and assisting you to carry the dining ware. He sighed, “Sorry sweets, didn’t mean for that, here.” He walked you to the kitchen and pecked your cheek, his stubble brushing your soft skin. Your mind was blank as you scrubbed and put up the dishes, eager to get with your man.

The bedroom was dim, a single homemade candle you had crafted with the kids dimming the room. Tommy had washed, curls cascading to his shoulders— dark eyes gleaming. The heady atmosphere almost made your knees buckle. The Texan crooned, “C’mon over here darlin’.” You gulped and crawled forward, robotically beginning to shuck off your clothes.

Tommy grabbed you and pinned your trembling frame to the bed, tutting, “I get to undress my baby girl.” You whimpered, “P-please Tommy!” He laid plush kisses on your lips and neckline, rugged hands pushing down your pants. He ordered gently, “Up now, know how soft ya’ get.”

He shucked off your thick sweater, gifted by him of course, and the dreary long Johns underneath. Next came the bra, you shouting at the chilly air hitting your nipples. Tommy chuckled, warm hands palming the tender flesh. You mewled, “S-sheesh baby, feel so good.”

“I know sugar, young hot blooded thing like you needs this. Good thing your old man knows what to do. My girl.”

You arched into his lean body, hands pulling at his thick clothing. Little by little his tanned scarred body came on display. You simpered, “I missed you, handsome.” A calloused hand caressed your cheek, Tommy murmuring in your face, “Missed ya’ too hun, sweet thing. Can’t get enough.”

Tommy slowly crawled on top of you, smiling down softly, but the dark gleam in his eye betrayed the benign look. You spread your legs and laid back, outstretching your hands to wrap around the man.

Your lover pressed flush against you, nipping at your jaw while he adjusted himself to mold to your needy body. His hot length slid against your folds, sinewy thighs flexing. You whined his name, running fingers into inky curls. The man gasped, swearing lowly, “Christ you’re soaked sugar, can’t help yourself can ya? All sopping from me steppin’ into the room, naughty thing.” You flushed and scrunched your eyes, moaning, “You get me so hot- gosh- Tommy!”

He laughed again lowly, “You haven’t sworn yet.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. You wanted Tommy to dick you down, not question your word choice. You spluttered, “W-wha?”

He replied as if you were a dolt, “Obviously I haven’t banged the schoolteacher outta ya’ yet.” You batted his shoulder with a scoff, thrusting up against his cock to get back to the matter at hand. Tommy groaned, hand gripping into the bedding beside your head. He grunted, “Fine fine, so needy.”

You watched as a scarred hand guided his dick into your core, mouth agape in ecstasy. You whined, “Yeah- yeah, god Tommy!” His pretty lips fell atop your own as he slid the extent of his hot, pulsing cock inside of you. The pair of you kissed softly, tenderly as he began to move. The old bastard was right, you couldn’t go (too) long without being fucked.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, softly moving along with his movements. Tommy murmured, “Everyone knows your secret baby,” he licked up into your mouth, “Prim little girly likes gettin’ it from ole’ Tommy Miller.” You whined and clenched around him, eyes darting away from his smug face.

He gripped your chin gently, guiding your vision back to his face. Tommy teased breathily, “Ain’t I right honey? You love being my little slut hm?”

You cried out softly, pussy convulsing around his cock. Which was rubbing, rubbing, rubbing all the right spots. You shoved your face into his dampening neck, whimpering at it all. Tommy cooed, hand skimming down the middle of your torso to play at your swollen clit.

“S’okay baby, I know. Don’t have to tell me none.”

His calloused thumb swirled around your bud, sending a lick of fire up your body in a wake of goosebumps. Your fingers dug into his back, moaning his name wetly into the tanned skin. Your thighs clenched harder around Tommy’s slim waist, mewling, “S-shit yes, m’yours yours!”

He groaned again, fucking into your pussy harder, thick tip bumping that spot that drove you wild. Tommy rasped, “Thas’ right, whose pussy is this huh?” You blubbered nonsense, panting and writhing under his undulating movements, earning a sharp crack to your ass.

You howled, “Yours Tommy! Fuck- my pussy is yours baby!”

“Thatta girl.”

Crack.

You scrabbled at his shoulders, moving your lips back to hungrily gnash against your lovers mouth. You moaned and whined between frantic smacks, drool collecting on your lips. You tightened around Tommy, pleasure making the world spin. You cried into his smiling mouth, “Fuck I love you, fuck me so good, m’so lucky.”

“Mmm, I’m lucky sugar, fucking hell, get the sweetest doll in Jackson. Ain’t nobody taking you away from me.”

He fucked brutally hard after talking, proving his point that you weren’t going anywhere. You yanked on his curls, the swirling on your clit sending you to the precipice. Tommy gasped and nipped your lip as you whimpered, “Closeclose, oh god, fucking god, Tommy!”

He moaned, “Yeah, yeah baby, that’s it, come for me.” He pressed his forehead to yours, panting roughly, the bed creaking under both of your panicky movements. Your eyes crossed as you throatily howled a wordless noise, cunt clamping down on Tommy’s cock.

You shivered and held to him, tears pricking at your eyes, overwhelmed mewls escaping your drooling mouth. Tommy swore and pulled out, painting your trembling belly with white streaks. He heaved, “Sshshit! Oh baby girl.” You replied, “Yeah, yeah, s’good!”

You blinked slowly, orgasm ebbing away sadly, Tommy blindly reaching around for a cloth to wipe you off. He did so lovingly, cooing, “Such a good girl for me. Love you.” He tossed the ruined fabric to the side, flopping next to you. Tommy laid on his side, arm draped around your waist.

You turned to face him, tucking a stray lock of his dark hair back. A goofy smile erupted on your face, sucking in a breath before teasing in a hoarse voice, “You been getting jealous? Everyone knows I’m yours.” Tommy rolled his dark eyes, pulling you closer to lay kisses on the bridge of your nose and lips.

“Maybe. Young bucks’ll get sent to the woods if I catch them hawking you down again.”

Snuggling closer into the man you giggled, tucking a leg between his own. You sighed, “I’ll make sure to give the kids a warning. Fool.” He shrugged and held you tight, a warm light in this strange world.

#tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #tommy miller x reader #kink bingo #asks answered

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sinnamonpork · 1 year

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Does anyone know OHSHC's Kyoya and Tamaki's mommy and daddy dynamic? That but make it Mr. Compress and Kurogiri. It's so perfect for them oml. The league being their problem children too is perfect<33

Shigadabi would be the twins, because we all know those two exist just to cause trouble for everyone involved. Honey senpai seems like a Toga? Soft and small but wouldn't hesitate to stab you. Mori is definitely Twice in this situation lol. Gotta control our resident vampire child. I really didn't know where Spinner would be, so ig he's now that one fujoshi character that likes shipping everyone. luv u spinner.

Their everyday interactions are basically this:

Mr. Compress: Hey mommy?

Kurogiri: What now, daddy?

Mr. Compress: Umm, the kids are gone.

Kurogiri: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE KIDS ARE GONE

Mr. Compress: *points at the tv screen where a batshit insane Dabi is traumatizing his father, Shiggy is destabilizing hero society, Toga is also traumatizing her crush, Twice is babysitting everyone, and Spinner is there cosplaying as Stain*

I just love League members as family lol

Extra:

Would Hawks be Haruhi? The resident new girl that instantly became everyone's favorite? Considering I'm a hardcore KaoHaru shipper, it'd be perfect for my dabihawks heart lol. Hawks accidentally stabbing a random League intern so he now has to do their dirty work for them unless the hero wants the League to tattle to the public that their new, shiny hero that can do no wrong apparently stabbed a random dude to death.

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atopvisenyashill · 2 months

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luv you comrade 🫡 let’s say there’s an alternative universe where rhaegar sucssed. What do you think will happen to both of my sisters elia and lyanna where they survived aw well?. And how do you think rhaegar and his groupies would handle aerys ? Would they remove him straight away or just wait and pray for months that someone finish him in secret

love u two comrade anon.

okay so i kinda touched on this before, but let's get into the nitty gritty of what problems rhaegar is dealing with.

so you won the battle of the trident but your daddy is still an insane monster and your kingdom is fractured by...

the siege of storm's end

catelyn is pregnant with ned's baby, holed up in riverrun and ready for a siege

the smallfolk of the crownlands are in open rebellion against the crown, as shown by the battle of the bells and the hiding of robert from joncon. this includes those that live right near the blackwater rush, acorn hall, and the stoney sept.

the royces are likely holed up in the vale, unsure of what to do now that Jon and Denys have been slain

Aerys is putting together his wildfire plot in the capital and getting ready to set it off at any moment while Jaime gets increasingly worried about how he manages to defend the city, Elia and her babies, a toddler Viserys, a potentially pregnant Rhaella, AND the King when it's the King that is the threat to Elia, Rhaella, and the city

So...what in the fuck do you do if you're Rhaegar in this situation? It's a bleak situation!!!! First off, let me rec this fanfiction which basically deals with this exact concept - what happens if Rhaegar wins at the Trident? - that I think is amazingly well written and I'm having a blast reading it. It's abandoned I believe but there's a lot of chapters and it's from Catelyn, Elia, Lyanna, Doran, Renly, and Benjen (mostly Cat and Elia though).

What definitely happens first is that Rhaegar takes what's left of his host after the Trident and goes back to King's Landing. Despite his actions being stupid as all fuck, Rhaegar does leave the Tower of Joy and Lyanna's side when he's told that Elia and the children are in trouble so he's clearly worried about them being alone in King's Landing with a deteriorating Aerys. At the same time, Lyanna is ready to pop soon, so he probably sends Jonothor Darry to Starfall and the Tower of Joy to ensure the birth goes well while he goes to the capital. Because - I don’t think Rhaegar actually meant for her to give birth without a Maester, I think that was the Kingsguard death wish that kept them at the Tower. And we know he was communicating through the Kingsguard throughout the war (because Oswell found him easily enough) so I would imagine he’d send Jonothor off with new marching orders (rather than Lewyn, who would definitely find it an insult, or Barristan, who Rhaegar clearly doesn't trust enough with his closest secrets). Lyanna, I would hope, is slightly better off simply because Rhaegar is still ensuring it and the Kingsguard still have a reason to live. I would think once Robert is killed - I would hope Rhaegar would hesitate to kill Ned and that Ned's host managed to break off and scatter but battles are tricky and chaotic and Rhaegar is not thinking long term so who knows. Lyanna is objectively better off with Ned alive because he's old enough to "forgive" her (and sees clearly even that there's nothing to forgive) and want to take care of her, while Benjen may not feel the same nor would he have the same pull. But that simply may not be possible.

When Rhaegar is done at the Trident and gets to King's Landing, he’s walking into an almost literal powder keg. Who knows how Aerys reacts to Rhaegar coming up victorious but to be honest, I think it’s just as likely that he gets paranoid Rhaegar is going to take the throne from him, and Jaime still has to kill him. Rhaegar walks in to see Jaime just. Chilling. Waiting to see what army gets inside first. Haha yeah your dad murdered the last hand, also I killed the pyromancers. I think Elia would speak for him, maybe Rhaella since Rhaella wasn’t sent to Dragonstone. Now Rhaegar is King, he’s secured the capital, and he’s got two separate sieges, open rebellion to face, and a bastard/trueborn son born to a second wife on the way.

Because the thing is! Catelyn is at Riverrun and Stannis is at Storm’s End and those two are both stubborn enough to eat shoes before giving up, especially if it means giving up to Aerys. And now Stannis is Lord of Storm’s End, Robb is Lord of Winterfell, and Edmure is Lord of Riverrun. The Greyjoys have likely started reaving in the riverlands, the Lannisters have surrounded Riverrun. The northern host is scatted, the crownlands are in open revolt, the Vale is retreating but they’ll be ready again soon enough.

He’s got a lot of problems and that’s best case scenario that Jaime offs Aerys. If he gets to KL and Jaime pulls him aside and is like “so some INSANE stuff has happened” I mean - he has to depose Aerys. Aerys is burning people alive left and right, and now he’s put wildfire out and Jaime doesn’t know where it is or how much exists. Aerys cannot be allowed to sit the throne, and even Rhaegar should realize this. Rhaegar mentions calling a great council to Jaime but right here, right now - I think the only decision is to kill Aerys and blame it on the throne again. Or frame someone if they’re really nervous, but if Maegor can get killed by the throne, so can Aerys. This is messier, trickier, but between Jaime, Lewyn Martell, and Rhaegar, they can take a bunch of pyromancers and Aerys.

Probably after that he’s explaining to Lewyn and Elia why the fuck he abandoned the capital for six months to play house with a teenager, and when he tells them he got that teenager pregnant - that he may have MARRIED that teenager? Oh my god. Like, I’m not saying Lewyn is just gonna throw caution to the wind and deck Rhaegar but I do think it would be a fucking CLOSE thing. Hundreds of thousands of people are dead. There’s a bunch of children in charge of the realm now because Rhaegar had to murder their parents to cover his own ass. There are no good options left to them because Rhaegar squandered all the grace given to him in less than a year.

Whatever happens next, things are going to be rocky and unsure. Rhaegar is king but he’s fully lost the faith of Dorne and he knows damn well the ironborn and Tywin are only on his side because they want the spoils of war. EYE think the smart thing here is to send ravens to every castle saying he’s attempting a parlay and great council with the rebels, that he understands his father completely misstepped here, and that at this great council, he’s going to work with all the lords, loyalists and rebels both, to find a peace and atone for the mass deaths this conflict has caused. But most likely, he takes the easier, stupider route of slaughtering House Baratheon at Storm’s End and telling Cat and baby Robb they have no chance of help. I don’t think it’s likely he succeeds that easily though - we don’t know who survived the Trident (it was close on both sides even in canon!) and Cat could very well have reinforcements coming from Blackfish, the Vale & Jon Arryn, maybe even Ned. If Lyanna lives through her birth, I think she, Jon, Elia and the babies, as well as Rhaella, Viserys, and unborn Dany are probably all more or less fine. If Ned, Jon Arryn, Blackfish, Cat, whomever CAN in fact turn the tide and retake the capital, or bring the war to a stalemate with the North and Riverlands controlled by rebels, the Westerlands, Crownlands, and Dorne with the loyalists, and the Vale & Ironborn kinda all over the place, I think things go much better for Lyanna and Jon, as well as the realm as a whole. If Rhaegar is the undisputed winner through war, Lyanna and Jon are kinda fucked and there Will be another rebellion soon.

#asks #anons #robert's rebellion #valyrianscrolls #canon divergent au #without ned i think lyanna is just #it’s too sad i don’t want to think about it. i actively avoid fic where ned dies for that reason.#with that one exception i linked.#young mother and baby with no one to protect them and an abusive husband is um. it’s just nightmare scenario for me aksjdj

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frogwithhatto · 1 year

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König being Austrian

I posted these like a week ago on Ao3 and totally forgot to cross post them here!!

- König speaks the roughest german dialect known to man there’s no way he speaks high/clean German like they do in Germany. He can talk clean German but just chooses not to just to fuck with anyone who might have a poor command on his language.

- He swears. A LOT, like to the point where there are bets on how often he will use certain words of his mother tongue. I’m talking „oarschdreck“ and „gschissener“

- When someone pisses him off he mumbles „deppada oarsch“ under his lil hood. He knows no one will hear it so maybe he throws in some more of his favourite curses.

- „Schau da die trotteln an so a Haufen deppada.“

- His phone has autocorrect on and some English words get corrected to German one’s so texting with him involves a lot deciphering. It also doesn’t help that he uses like 10 different emoji’s after every sentence.

- I know that man makes an excellent cucumber salad. It’s definitely his comfort food. It’s cut up cucumbers with a dressing made of sourcream, garlic, vinegar, oil and a bit of sugar. Most of the time he will eat it straight away but sometimes he has enough self control to let it sit for a bit. (It’s way better if the cucumbers soak up some of the dressing!)

- Speaking of food. He loves cooking for other people and will be incredibly careful and considerate when it comes to special diets, allergies as well as vegetarian and vegan food. (He just wants everyone to be happy and full okay??)

- He also bakes (occasionally). He got gifted one of those god awful aprons with the sexualised picture of a woman’s body wearing a Dirndl on the front. (please tell me you know what I’m talking about)…he wears it every time he bakes and cooks.

- L o v e s to sing along to German Songs knowing no one understands a word. (Especially when he’s drunk)

- He loves Rammstein. (No I won’t consider other opinions)

- König‘s taste in music is generally heavier but he does like to listen to Falco from time to time.

- Definitely watches children’s shows he remembers fondly from growing up whenever he comes home from a mission it’s sort of a tradition. Will ask other people if they want to join him because he forgets the fact he watches them in German. He would eat Griesbrei (with cocoa powder) or rice pudding (with raspberry syrup) while watching.

- English not being his first language he sometimes struggles with it especially when he’s drunk, anxious or horny. Switching between the two in a matter of sentences or sometimes even words.

- König knows his English isn’t as bad as it could be but he does get insecure about his accent sometimes. It’s hard for him to pronounce certain words especially if he starts to overthink them. German being a harsher/rougher language when it comes to certain letters makes him struggle with the smoother English ones.

- He loves complimenting people in German. If he musters up the courage to compliment anyone it’s in German and probably half mumbled too.

- Sings or hums german lullabies to himself if he can’t sleep or attempts to ground himself.

- Gets a bit shy about his heritage sometimes so he would be absolutely delighted to teach another person something about his culture and maybe you want him to translate some English words to German?? Want to try some of his favourite food from home? No problem „I vould luv to cook for u.“ he smiles.

- Speaking of someone using German when talking to him… Call him „Meins“ or „Liebling“ and he’s going to be putty in your hands.

Translations: Oarschdreck - fucking shit (?)

Gschissener - could be used for calling someone an asshole

Deppada oarsch - dumb asshole

Schau da die Trotteln an so a Haufen deppada - look at those idiots, a bunch of douches

Meins - mine, Liebling - my love

#cod mwii #könig modern warfare #könig headcanons #könig call of duty #frog headcanons

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redheadspark · 1 year

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👋🏿 for your 2nd January Prompts.

Scenario: 4. Your OTP both not feeling well and calling in take out to eat in their sweatshirts and pj pants.

Dialogue: 3. "how come you always end up under my blanket?" With......Oliver!

Happy Writing!

A/N - HOORAY STELLA! This is gonna have cute all over it for Oliver! Thanks for requesting it my dear!

Lazy

Summary - You felt bad for getting your husband sick. Oliver, however, don't seem to mind it too much

Warnings - Just some fluffiness sprinkled in this one :)

It was the rays of the sunlight that woke you first, having you grimace in your warmth that was both from being under the comforter of your bed and being in the arms of your husband. Yet when you moved, he grunted and tried to keep you against him, making you swat his arm.

"Come off it, luv. I need to get us some tea and some herbs," You hummed to him as you looked at your watch on the nightstand, "Bloody hell, it's already 11:30"

"Let's get lunch then," Oliver grumbled against your neck as you sighed and rubbed your eyes, "I've been cravin' some Pizza,"

"Not with your stomach you're not getting it," You reasoned as you finally pulled off his arm around you like a suctioned octopus leg. Oliver groaned as he dove his head over the cover to hide from the sunlight pouring into your little bedroom, "Come on, Oli. I'll open the window and you shower. I'll call for some soup and bread, and I'll brew us some tea. I might as well since I'm the one who got you sick."

"I told ya before, it's not yer fault. Those kids carry the germs!" Oliver said under the covers. You giggled, reaching over to throw off the comforter and see him squint from the light hitting his face.

"Still, I feel bad my students got me sick, just to get you sick. So go take a shower and change the sheets, I'll order us food and make some tea, deal?" You asked with a raised tone, Oliver grinning as he rose up on his knees and knelt in front of you while he was still on the couch. He did look rather adorable in his old Gryffindor Quidditch sweatpants, his hair tousled and pushed out of his eyes, and the clear evidence of him riding out the cold and sniffles he's had for the past few days. You felt him reach up to frame your face with his calloused fingers and cool palm while he were in your own Quidditch sweatpants and training shirt.

"I'm a yer command, my dear," He hummed, his voice still scratchy with a hint of grogginess to it as you pecked his lips a few times. He was about to pull you in with one arm around your curves when you chuckled and pushed him back on the bed. He bounced, laughter on his lips as you grabbed a sweatshirt to throw on and tip toe out of the room. You could hear him tearing down the bedsheets and humming to himself as you made it to the tiny kitchen and took out your phone, already knowing what to order while you got out your tea bags and a fresh kettle of water on the stove.

You were an after school teacher to 5 and 6 years old at the local Muggle town you and Oliver were living in, a small little town that was not too far away from the city and not too far away from the Magical communities in the countryside. Ever since the war, more Magical families were steering out to be amongst the Muggles since it was no longer shamed up or dangerous. With Voldermort gone and his followers once again fleeing to the shadows, things felt a lot safer and easier for the rest of the Wizarding community. The first thing you and Oliver did was move out into a small little town, traveling distance to your families and yet out of site from the linger gossip that was still there about Voldemort.

Teaching little ones was a blessing for you, taking over at the local primary school in the afternoon to watch the children until their parents came to get them from work. Of course, you never used magic in front of Muggles, but you never minded bringing some wonder and joy to them in Arts and Crafts and outdoor exploring in the countryside. Before you knew it, you were becoming popular with the children and their parents, which made you happy since you were hesitant if you wanted to have your own children down the road with Oliver. Oliver was still on the Reserved team for Puddlemore, though he was branching out to do more Quidditch reporting for the Daily Prophet. He even had to Apparate to the Ministry of Magic a few times a month to turn in his reports and pieces he would write, giving him a good chunk of change for the pair of you.

But of course, working with children came with a price: catching their germs.

You hung up the phone and grinned, knowing your soup would arrive to your doorstep within the next 20 minutes since the local restaurants down the road had the best Chicken Noodle Soup. They knew of you and Oliver, finding you two an adorable couple, and they were going to deliver the soup fresh. Hearing the kettle sing, you turned off the burner and poured out the water into the two awaiting cups. Back in your bedroom room, you could hear Oliver playing a Vinyl on your record player, instantly lifting your mood since Oliver was entranced with the device. You grabbed the two hot mugs and walked back to the bedroom, peering in to see Oliver smoothing out a fresh set of sheets for your bed and then tossing the comforter back on. You had to roll your eyes.

"Really?" You asked, waltzing in as you handed him his cup of tea.

"It's not like we're gonna not sleep it in again," Oliver reasoned with a shrug then taking the quilt that was at the end of the bed to drape over the pair of you.

"How come you always end up under my blanket?" You asked him with amusement as you gestured to the quilt that he placed over your own legs as you joined him on the bed, "This is actually mine, you know, my mum made it for me!"

"It's cozy and it's warm," Oliver explained while you took a sip from your mug, tasting the warm herbs and the soothing flavors on your tongue, "I've always liked this blanket, plus it's always brought us luck,"

"How?" You question him.

"Well for one, you got this on your graduation day from Hogwarts, and that was the day I proposed to you," He explained to you, having you grin, "And It the first thing we brought with us to this little place we have here. And, it had your odl Quidditch shirt sewn in it,"

Your mother wanted to give to you on the day you graduated from Hogwarts, presenting it to you as you met with her and your father on the Hogwarts lawn in the early June afternoon. Your old Quidditch training shirts were sewn in the squares, a few dating back to when you first joined the team your second year as a swing Chaser. But you worked your way up to being Second Captain, behind Oliver of course who was beaming with pride on that day too when you showed him. The stitching in the fabric, the thickness of it too, you knew your mother worked hard to make it perfect.

And it was.

"Let's finish our tea before our soup comes in the next few minutes, and we can relax in bed for the day," Oliver explained as you both were sipping your tea, "We haven't had a day together in a few weeks any who,"

"Just don't spill on the bed then," You teased, Oliver wrapping an arm around your shoulders to have you lean against him and the midday sun pouring into your little window. Life still crept day, even after the war at Hogwarts and loosing some loved one along the way. all you could do was take each day, Oliver next to you with his hand holding yours, and make sure you never looked back.

And as your soup was delivered and you both fed each other in your bed, giggling every once in awhile at how Oliver nearly spilled the hot soup on your sheet, you knew the that were were lighter days ahead.

Oliver had your days lighter, and he always will.

The End.

January Prompt Part 2.

#oliver wood x female reader #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x y/n #oliver wood x you #oliver wood #harry potter writing #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic

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sunnysideaeggs · 10 months

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Do you have an Aegon headcanon to share?

Omg I have many! Probably some of them I have read here and can’t remember who posted them (credits to them ofc) but here’s some:

Aegon is a great singer, ofc (both TGC and Ty are musicians, and Tom has an especially sweet voice). He probably sings to Sunfyre, to confort his children, and when he’s alone.

TGC’s band, Sleepwalking animals, has a song called Wild folk and I think is very much Aegon coded! He sings about being lost and seeking pleasure, then wanting to run away with a lover. It’s very in line with Egg having a smallfolk!lover and I’m here for it.

He’s bi. In my mind all of Alicent’s children are bi, but only he knows it for now, because he’s the only one open about it (Hel is ace and biromantic, Aemond is too closed up and Daeron is too young yet) but they’ll get there.

His favorite child is Jaehaera. He loves all his children, in his flawled way, but he likes her the most. She’s just like Helaena. He’s a girl dad honestly. It adds an additional layer of pain when she winds up being his last child.

Speaking of Hel, I think that he loves her in a brotherly way. He probably thinks he had to marry her to protect her (they can’t afford to send her away from them with a lord in a strange land) and they have the most sibling-like relationship in Targ marriage history.

When Helaena gave birth to the twins (a writing crime tbh, she was 13-14), he stood terrified outside the room and threatened the maesters to not hurt her and take care of her. He left her to recover for a while (that’s why there’s 4 years between the twins and Maelor).

I love TGC’s idea of Aegon having a lover in KL. Man has his own oc and fanfiction and I trust him about Egg matters more than Condal and Hess tbh.

Songs that remind me of him are Colors by Halsey, Mama by My chemical romance, Can you feel my heart by BMTH and Heroin by Lana del Rey. Yes he’s an emo.

He calls Criston ‘dad’ bc he’s his dad ofc. If he’s ever on trouble, he either calls him or Aemond.

I have said this before, but he’s really charismatic! He makes easy friends but can’t really ‘connect’ with them. I would’ve loved to see the greens as really politically savvy (for their own different abilities) and him being a Bobby B like king makes sense to me.

In a modern world, he would study communication (I’m projecting here bc I study comm but hear me out) @daddyissuesinwesteros has said he would be a successful tiktoker, and he would! But I think his family would pressure him into getting a *real* job and degree. He already changed his major once (Business to Admin, then dropped) and he’s 22, so he gets into communication. He has average grades at best, but he likes some subjects and makes some useful friends, he tries okay 😵‍💫

Modern au again, he’s the type of guy that dedicates Playboi Carti songs and believes it’s the most romantic thing ever. Idk, I got Fell in luv dedicated once and it’s something he would do(? mid.

He, from the first to the last day of his reign, valued Alicent’s advice and actively asked for it. This is partially why she had so much influence in the Dance, and why she wholeheartedly believed she could prevent war by counseling him. He also asks Helaena about many matters, not only government.

He’s an aqua sun (like Tom 🥳), taurus or capricorn moon, pisces rising.

If Targs believed in reincarnation, he is Rhaenys Targaryen (the first one) reborn. He’s pretty, he likes to party and he flies in Sunfyre a lot. I also think that Aemond (at least show wise) is Vaegon’s reincarnation.

I think he’s pretty wise, at least when it comes to what the IT really means just as GRRM intended. He sees the throne as a duty, not as a right, and knows he doesn’t have the necessary skills to rule. I think is refreshing for a character to acknowledge what a poison the IT really means and how it corrupts (or is corrupted by) those who desire it.

He really was paranoid about cutting himself on the throne, so he wore armor and never was really ‘comfortable’ while sitting on it. I have a few more hcs about the throne and how it’s *alive* regarding Vizzy, Egg and Rhae, so maybe I’ll make a separate post about it.

Can’t talk about Egg without talking about Sunfyre, so I will add: Sun and him definitely had the most amazing dragon-rider bond in all of history. I think that translates in both Sunfyre being more ‘human’ than most dragons, having above average intelligence (hiding, fighting and winning while wounded require more than brawn) and Aegon surviving in mere willpower, because he was getting Sun’s energy in a way. When he died, I think that willpower left him and yk.

Speaking of yk, he planned it. No Larys, no Corlys (and for the love of the seven it wasn’t Alicent!). I think life just cornered him too much and it became unbearable.

I really like his figure as the first non 100% Valyrian king (the ones before him had only Targ/Velaryon blood) and being the first that gave a damn about long term planning. He, intentionally or unintentionally drafted the rules of succession for the IT (in my mind they’re called Egg’s rules, just like Rhaenys’ rule of six), which is more than the previous kings did, ensuring a crystal clear (but unfair and sexist) inheritance that worked fine for a couple centuries.

I think I made this too long, hope they make sense and aren’t too random/hyperspecific 😵‍💫 I also subscribe to some hcs other blogs have, but tried to write about things that haven’t been explored yet!

#hotd #aegon ii targaryen #sunny answers ☀️🍳#sunny cooks 🍳🍷

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Hii don't mind me, just wanted to ramble abt Mark and friends series in ur ask box cuz why not :3 (you've drawn fanart of them b4 btw!)

SO LETS START OFF WITH SOME CONTEXT. Mark and friends is a completed series on YouTube made by this guy ashur gharavi, it follows the story of Mark blah blah i can't talk in this format snymore I need to go silly mode holf on. SO MARK IS GHIS 'LITTLE MONSTER' KID RIGHT, AND ANOTHER CHARACTER IS BILLY WHO IS AN ADUKT HUMAN. SO THE SERIES IS KINDA LIKE A KIDS CARTOON BUT WITH BLOOD AND MURDER. BILLY KIDNAPPED MARK AND FORCED HIM TO DO STUFF FOR CAMERA. AS THE SERIES GO ON, THERE WILL BE LITTLE HINTS IN THE FORM OF NEWSPAPER OF LIKE WHATS ACTUALLY GOING ON AND WHY HES FOING THIS. READ EVERY SINGLE BACKGROUND NEWSPAPER EVEN IF IT DOESNT FEEL IMPORTANT, THE LITTLE DETAILS ARE SOOOO GOOD. MARK IS LIKE 10 YEARS OLD AND HES LITERALLY SO CUTE, HE DONT DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENWD TO HIM. IM NOT GONNA SPOIL THE ENDING FOR U, CUZ ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD I REMEMBWR WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT AND THE ENDINV IS JUST SO PULLING MY HEAET STRINGS AND LIKE SUCH A TENSE SCENE YK. ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD, THERE ARE 3 COMPILATIONS OF IT (PART 1,2 AND 3) I THINK ITS LIKE 2 HOURS LONG PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT (ONLY IF U WANNA OFC NO PRESSURE) I LOVE THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH THEYRE SO WELL WRITTEN, I HATE BILLY BUT I LOVE HOW WELL HIS CHARACTER AND MANIPULATION IS WRITTEN HES SO FUCKING CRUEL. I LOVE HOW ASHUR ISNT AFRAID TO JUST FUCKIMG MAKE HIM DO TERRIBLE AWFUL SHIT. I LOVE IT SO MJCH ITS SO CREATIVE I LOVE MARK TOO, HWS SO CUTE I LOVE DRAWING HIM. OH AND ALSO, ITS CANON THAT TWOMP TAKES PLACE AFTERRR THAT SERIES AND MARK IS FRIENDS WITH ARGOS AND MR PLANT. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO UGHHHHH. THE ACTOR IS EYE CANDY TOO HES SO COOL. PLEASE WATCH IT ILL GIVE U A COOKIE IF U DO (AGAIN, ONLY IF U WANNA THO NO PRESSURE) :3

SOME PICTURES ^^

(This ask wasn't proofread btw)

HI HI HI Thank you for the ask box rambles I love them <3

Definitely did not go and binge the whole series, nope, not me

ANYWAY MY RAMBLINGS AS I WATCHED AND THOUGHTS UNDER CUT

I love this little green guy!

Marks parents seem to be murdered (go figure)

I'm assuming he was kidnapped in an ice cream truck/van??

Mark is kept in a cage without an actual bed it seems, at least when he isn't on camera

Are the puppets the actual children, or do they just represent them?

Mark keeps rubbing his side/stomach, maybe where his kidney was removed??

Child star shows an actual person so kidnapper might have started as a child star?

Grandma knows her kiddo is still alive (GET HIS ASS)

Is the plant guy who killed Big Monster Mr plant?

Donovan escapes???

Cupcake monster gets killed (very sadge)

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY PUT TOMATOES IN A FRUIT SALAD??? JAIL!!!!

apparently monsters are edible, might be some cannibali going on?

Also humans are considered monsters in this world

In "cooking" the newspaper is obscured, but it seems to read (missing childs body found, but not his head) Cupcake Monster???

UPDATE DEFO CUPCAKE MONSTER NOOOOOO

No Illinois, Minnesota or Indiana

Maybe the other kids were from Minnesota and Indiana, since Mark is from Illinois?

Aight my man was defo the child star, I'm assuming he is repeatimg the crimes of big monster???

Oop so search led to Indiana, snap my prior theory lol

Big monsters cousin changes last name

Frame lasted long on that, so I assume it's important

I keep forgetting Billy's name LMAO

Big monster and sewer? Seems like an It reference

So they're near Michigan now, noted

WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME :(((( I luv paper bag dog NOOOOOO

Mark seems more vocal and challeging billy more now

Billy straight up gave the kids psychedelics my god

Someone save the child pls

Donovan my beloved is traumatized:((((

Oooooh the photos in the background are crying now, I think those are Marks parents?

Mr plant defo killed Big Monster, king shit

OOOOOH

okay so kid star (johnny) met with big monster in the sewer, got murdered

But Billy was the one who encouraged him to, Billy was going to star in the movie before Big Monster was convicted. So he was the kid who was crying in the article because his role was dropped

NOOOOOO MARK IS ADDICTED TO DRUGS

Get HIS ASS GRANDMA

I can't read the teleprompter, get this dude some glasses.

Just remembered how Mark cannonicly has his photos taken???? And sold I think??? Wtf???

Donovan had started a charity:((( he thinks his friends are gone

The date on the newspaper in the back keeps changing

Can I fight Billy??? I think I could take him easy

Mark straight up ate a razor blade get this kid a doctor

OH MY GOSH THEY'RE GOING TO THE DOCTOR

APOLLO HAS BLESSED ME

the eye test in the back reads "Mark has one more week before I kill him" if my new son dies I riot

Can I adopt Mark

Goal list; dispose, replace, repeat

I wonder if there are other shows featuring Donovan and Cupcake Monster?

Why were they kidnapped?

Befriend that strange man??? NOOOO

Did my son just kill Billy???? HELL YEAH

RUN BOY RUN

MY SON IS SAFE!!!!

In conclusion, I would like to adopt Cupcake Monster, they are now my child. I would also like to punch Billy repeatedly :D

#tw cannibalism mention #tw muder #tw kidnapping #mark and friends #mark and friends spoilers #i had a lot of fun watching this #ten outa ten #would recommend #fae rambles

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silent-raven13 · 19 hours

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One Omega and Three pups 2

Silence came from his parents, Miles' eyes still surprised at his ex partner. No other words came out of his mouth, he was left speechless. His Omega finally let out a comfortable purring, finally he got his Alpha back, before that purring came out of his mouth his hands quickly cover it.

NO!

He refuse to give the Alpha in front of him the satisfaction. It's been almost four years since he last saw his ex, and now he's here with a bouquet of flowers. Miles felt his own anger bubbling, his scent turning sour.

Hobie stood with a cocky grin, "Cat got your tongue, Sunflower?"

Miles pushes him out of the door, he shuts the door behind him. The thought of Hobie finding out about his pups got him so upset, he didn't want him to know about them. Hell, he didn't deserve to know.

"Whoa! Easy, Sunflowe-" Miles snaps at him having to stand on the top of the stairs while his ex had to step down. "Why are you here? What the hell is this?" He grabs the bouquet of flower giving a harsh shake!

Hobie stood having his hand covering his nose trying to block the awful sour piss scent from his Omega. "Whoo, luv. Your scent is awfully sickin', it's more potent than before."

Since Omega's scents grew stronger after having pups, their scents are to protect their children. The smell triggers a warning sign to stay back or welcome them. It's so powerful some Betas can smell it.

"Focus!" Miles growls with his own dull fangs and eyes glaring at him.

Oh.. he's not happy to see the punker.

The Alpha might of calculated this very wrong, he didn't expect to be greeted like this. "Talk!" Miles bark out loud before he whacks Hobie with the bouquet of flowers, "JERK! Why are you here?" There was no point in hearing his Alpha, he left and didn't care about him for four years!

So why should he listen!

"Whoa! Hey! Sunflower-MILES, chill-" The tall Alpha blocks the bouquet of flowers, "My face is worth more than those flower-" Miles shouted in anger, "Fuck you! Comé mierda! You fucking jerk! The audacity of you coming here and putting on that shitty smirk. Fuck you! Get out of here. I never want to see you, again!"

"Okay! Okay! Loud and clear! Ow, Sunflower- please, let me-" Hobie steps away from the stairs seeing his Omega following him as he kept hitting him with the flowers. "OW! LUV, just-"

"LEAVE! I don't want to see you! Go fuck some other Omega, you asshole!" At this point, Miles' felt hot tears coming down his cheek. All the past emotions he buried down coming back to him. "UGH! You ain't shit! AUGH!" He throws the bouquet of ruined flowers at the punker before walking back up the stairs.

The Punker blinks at couple of times, his dark eyes on the ruined flowers on the ground. Then his eyes snapped back meeting a cold glare of his ex standing at the highest part of the stairs. "Leave, Hobie. I want nothing from you. In fact, don't ever come here. I never want to see a shitty Alpha like you ever again." Turns away to go back in his house with a loud slam the door shut, his lips were quivering.

His Honey-brown eyes snap back at his parents and Abuela looking at him with worried. His body trembling being so mad, heartbroken by the memories. Then he saw his pups each adult carrying them, they look so scared filled with worried.

"Daddy, why you cryin'?" Mariana whimpers being ready to cry, never her or her brothers saw him cry.

Rio uses her Omega scent to comfort her son and granddaughter. "Aye, mijo. It's okay." Miles broke down in tears having to receive a hug from his mother.

Abuela uses her scent to calm the boys down, seeing the children starting to cry. Billie hug her dad's leg being worried. They peaked out the window to find Hobie looking confused to what happens, his head low.

Jeff merely growls at the punk, seeing the young man rubbing his neck before a limo came by to pick him up. Billie saw Hobie picked up the withered flowers before leaving. Aaron looks out at the window being held by his grandpa, he never saw that tall man before.

Did this man made his daddy cry? How dare he? His daddy is the nicest person in the world. Billie frowns, "Why he's back?"

"I don't know, bumble bee." Jeff finally said being worried for his son.

Later, Miles barely ate anything. After he washes his pups, he tucks them in for bed. "Okay, here you go my babies." He gave a small at them seeing how they sleep on his bed.

The three pups wore onesies of different colors; Mariana wore a blue one with elephants, Aaron got a purple one with airplanes, and Karl have a green one with firetrucks. They had their own stuffed toy in their arms. "Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Love you." Their daddy gives them all kisses on their foreheads showing them lots of love. "Mi bebés."

"Daddy, i want a sto-wy!" Karl said out loud being not tired.

"Alright," His daddy smiles at them, "What story you want to read?" Seeing how his three year old got off from the bed to go over to the book shelves.

Miles' room had a full blown redesign when he was pregnant. Certain things like his milk crates filled with vinyls wasn't around, or his figurines are up high on new shelves. All his posters, other personal stuff were moved into a storage closet for the time being. His bed became a California kingsize to have his pups sleep with him, they made a section for a the pups to play and have their own things.

If anything all of the stuff belong to his pups, the only thing that's his was his clothes and shows. He wanted his pups to be able to have everything in the bedroom. Little Karl pulled out a book, rushing over to the little steps their grandpa made for the toddle to climb up without hurting themselves.

"Dis one!" He handed his daddy his favorite story called Un Huevo muy Bueno in Spanish.

Miles happily took the book, "Alright." He got the three all in the bed being nice and snug, they had smiles on their faces as their daddy uses them the pictures as he reads out loud.

"Daddy..." Marianna finally asked after the book was finally finished. The triplets' eyes were getting sleeping, begging to closed.

"Yes, nene?" He asked as he closed the book.

"Aa-won said the-we was a sca-wy man that made you cry! Are you still sad?" She yawns.

Miles' stomach dropped, his son saw their dad. "Um... daddy was sad because of him." He know he shouldn't lie, he hugs his book close to his chest. "I hurt my toes coming in. Don't worry, Mari. Daddy is tough."

"Okay... but if the sea-wy man comes, I'll fight 'em! No one makes daddy cry!" She declares out loud before her eyes closed.

Miles smiles at his triplets, he chuckles, "Oh yeah? Protecting your daddy?"

"Yeah! You're the best daddy in the world!" Marianna mumbles the rest before falling asleep, she hugs her stuffed lion.

The young man's eyes soften before he tuck a piece of her curly hair behind her tiny ear. "Goodnight, mi vida. I love you all so much." He place another kiss on all their foreheads as they all fell asleep.

Their daddy turn off the lamp in their room, setting the book aside on the night stand. Miles took his Smartphone out being bombarded with texts from his friends, and his eyes caught his ex texting through his socials.

The rage he felt when he saw all his texts from four years ago begging for his Alpha to respond, and the new text.

Feb. 2nd, 8pm

DaPunkinBlu (Hobie): Hey, luv

Can we talk?

I can explain everything!

Miles cursed himself spotting his ex's icon with the green dot. Somehow that made his ex's catch him.

DaPunkinBlu: SUNFLOWER!

I know ur on here. I see you

PLease, I can explain!

Miles quickly blocks him being so annoyed.

Fuck him!

Then he went to find Gwen sending him early texts.

Feb 2nd, 4pm

Gwen: MILES! Hobie is here! He's lookin' for you!

Dude?

Miles!

He appeared when me, Margo, Pav and our close friends were at the bar. Pavtri invited him, and we were surprised to see him! He's asking for you. We swear no one told him about the pups and ask about you!

Miles: Wish I saw this 😓

Gwen: MILES! Dude, did he actually come over? We warned him not to, but he never listens.

Miles: yeah, i beat him with those stupid flowers he gave me 🤬 he ain't shit. I told him to leave me alone.

Gwen: 🙀😂 u beat him with flowers?

Miles: Dumbass gave me a bouquet of flowers as an apology... the audacity!

Gwen: say what? How dumb! Sorry, man. 😱 Pav warn him to not go near you but he acted like you were gonna forgive him or something.

Miles: Hell no! fuck him. I got so mad he made me mad for coming back. he was fine fuckin' around with other ppl leaving me ghosted! Shit, he lucky my dad didn't bring out his gun. 😤 I told him I never want to see him again!

He waited for his friend response, instead of staying in his room he got up to go to the living room. He slowly shut his bedroom door seeing how his babies were knocked out.

The young man had on an over-sized sweater with some pj pants, his hair in a pink bonnet and big fluffy slippers. He went to sit in the living room seeing how his parents and Abuela were in their rooms probably watching television or sleeping. He sat on the couch still feeling jittery from today.

Then his phone vibrated, quickly looking at the text.

Group Chat from the gang!

Pav: HEY! Hobie called me, Miles!

Peni: Same

Margo: Yea!

Gwen: I just got off the phone from him, Mi! can we do a vid call?

Everyone: SURE!

Miles saw all of them went to video call, he put on his earbuds then answer the call. One his phone all his friends were in their pajamas in their bedroom. Pavtri seems to be shirtless doing yoga. Peni on her bed with her reading glasses having a laptop on her lap. Margo reading a comic with snacks on her bed. Gwen sitting on her bed hugging a teddy bear with the television on. Kaine and his girlfriend Kitty sitting on the couch.

Gwen sighs: Dude, Hobie called me in panic! He's upset that you block him and not talking to him.

Pav: Did he come over, Mi?

Miles groans: he did and I was pissed! Got him to leave. Luckily he didn't see my kids.

Margo frowned a bit: Do you want him to know you two got-

Miles quickly cut her off: NO! I mean, no. He's... four years! He left me and never said shit. Now? I can't. Not when my pups are on the line. What if I told him, and he leaves or he wants to see them then leaves? I can't let my babies get hurt! I would die if I see them asking me why their dad doesn't love them.

They all looks upset with the fact that it could happen. Kaine nodded: Understandable.

His girlfriend, Kitty nodded: Yeah, a lot of Alphas been doing that lately. Miles, I think its best you don't tell him.

Peni fixes her glasses: I think he should.

Margo nodded: Same! I think he should.

Pavtri: Why? Hobie wasn't a good Alpha!

Gwen: But he isn't all bad? I mean, he did left Miles but he never hit him or was a shit friend...

Pavtri: But dat doesn't mean he's worthy of being a dad.

Margo: But he did help kids out around our area and anyone that was homeless! Hobie isn't all bad... at least for the pups to know who their dad is. What happens when they grow up and start asking questions?

Miles sighs: I rather lie.

Kaine: Uhh... would that be a good idea?

Gwen: Would that be fair to the pups? They would need to know their dad.

Peni nodded: Yeah, that's why you should tell them and him. Rip the band-aid off. if he leaves then that's his fault and your pups would grow up knowing he ain't shit.

Miles shook his head: no, they don't deserve that pain. They are worthy of a dad. They need a dad- an Alpha that would make them happy. i can't... I won't. They are my babies. I spend 48 hours in labor for them, lost a lot of blood and had to be bed resting to heal! I won't allow Hobie to get that power, that satisfaction he can walk away after knowing. I would kill him if he does!

He hates the idea of giving Hobie that knowledge, that power to know he has pups. Imagining his ex's cocky smile before dipping to go off to have fun.

Everyone stood quiet seeing how much Miles would do anything to protect his pups. His life is all about them, now. No matter what happens he wants to give them the best possible life, even gave up being an artist. He started working for a degree in Genetic Engineering and hoping after graduating he can get a well-paying job.

Pav: We're on your side, Miles. We know how much you love and care for them. Not gonna lie, I'm between. I do believe at one point they need to know but not now. Hobie doesn't need to know now. What's the benefit of him knowing?

They all took a moment. Kitty: We have to be honest here. There's a 50/50 chance he'll walk out or stay. From the looks of it, I think he's dating a popular Omega singer...

Everyone saw Kitty sending the latest news of Hobie Brown dating the famous Mindy McPherson. Miles felt a lump drop to his stomach. Been awhile since he saw any news of his ex, he tends to avoid or ignore it all together. Even with Ads about the band, he blocks it out. Heck, he rarely watches television, because of him!

Hobie and his band got super popular these last few years, and it seems it won't stop. No, he doesn't want his pups to suffer from the media or rumors. God, he would disappear with them into isolated place live in a cozy cabin.

Kitty: And we have to think about how Hobie's recent fame will affect the pups. They would have to deal with a lot of crazy paparazzi, even you Miles. Miles would be label as the "Other" Omega.

Pavtri sighs: That would be terrible. Miles, what are you gonna do if he keeps coming back?

Miles: Tell him to fuck off. I don't want none of it. And I want you guys to tell him you heard that from me. I'm fine without him and he's fine without me. Hell, he left! And-

Just then a random caller appeared on his phone, his eyes widen at the random call. Miles click the red button, but the call kept going. He growls in anger, "What!" Knowing who exactly is!

"Sunflower! I send-" Miles hung him up, then block the number.

Gwen asked, "Him?"

Miles sighs about to answer then another number pop off his phone, he sneered at the number.

Kitty said, "Looks like he wants to talk to you."

He picks up in a stern voice, "I told you to leave me alone. Are you out your mind calling me this late?"

"Miles, don't hang up! Look, I'ma keep-" Miles hung him up then block the number.

Then another number calling him appeared on his phone, again. Miles snaps, "Go fuck your girlfriend, you asshole. Leave me alone!" Before hanging up and blocking another number, he didn't care to hear Hobie.

Miles saw Ganke finally responding, he knows Ganke didn't like Hobie. So being blown up wit texts about him coming back.

Ganke texting Miles: He's back!? Fuck him! Do not engage!

Miles: I'm trying but this trick won't leave me alone.

Ganke: POS! I'll fuck him up if he hurts my niece and nephews

Miles smiles at his best friend being protective of his pups. He's happy he got friends that loves them as much as him.

Then his phone rings again by another random number. Miles went to his group FaceTime: Guys, I gotta go. He keeps calling me and UGH!

Gwen: No worries, dude.

Pav nodded: Yeah, Mi.

They said their goodbye as they signed off. Miles answered the call being irritated, "Hobie, I'm not gonna tell you-" The Alpha quickly answered, "Miles! Do not hang up! Please, gimme one-" Miles hung up being pissed of with his demands.

Then he calls again, Miles answered being pissed. "Miles, stop-" Hung up.

Again he calls.

Miles answered the phone to hear, "Miles, I am-" Hung up again. He didn't care if he's being petty. Fuck him.

When he got tired of hanging up, Hobie called again. "Fine, you got one minute to get your point across or else I'll hang up." Miles warn in a stern voice.

Hobie let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks, luv. I just want us to talk. Are you free tomorrow? I'll treat ya to lunch and explain the whole thing."

"No. I told you before I want you to leave me alone!"

"Miles, please. I want to give you a proper apology!"

"Hobie, why did you come back? Did you honestly believe I want you back after four years! I don't want lunch with you. I don't want your apology."

"Sunflower-" Miles cut him off, "You broke us! You left and ghosted me! So, why I need to risk going to a stupid lunch with you and your stupid sorry?" He's mad and he knows. Hobie had to know how much this affected him. "You don't know how shitty I felt when you left! FOUR YEARS! I'm fine without you! I moved on, so go fuck yourself and your fucking girlfriend! I don't wanna hear you anymore. I swear to god, Hobie. I will file a police report if you continued to harass me!"

Out of anger and spite he hangs up and block the stupid number, again. This time he turns off his phone. He tosses his phone on the couch, already standing up being stressed. Hands around his next as he breathing heavily by everything.

When he turns around he found his parents standing in the hallway being surprised at him. Jeff finally asked, "He's bothering you?"

"Yeah... he wanted to treat me to lunch and I told him no." He admits it.

Rio went over to hug him, "Shh, it's okay. I'll make us some tea."

"I found out he got a girlfriend... a famous singer. Now, he's back he wants me to be his side... I don't know. I told him to leave me alone." His honey-brown eyes caught his dad looking tensed possibly annoyed.

"Typical." Jeff mutters.

"I'm proud of you, Miles. Your holding your ground." His mother said, "He needs to know he can't have it all."

"Are you planning to tell him about the pups?" Jeff finally asked.

"No, I don't care if he comes money. I want my pups to be safe." Miles said in a serious tone.

Rio added, "But one day, they need to know that includes Hobie."

"I rather he not." Jeff grunts, "Got our son dealing with it all while he's being Lenny Kravitz."

Miles rub his arm being afraid of that day. Glancing over to his phone, he knew it will come. He just hope he'll be strong enough to talk about it. "I just don't want them to be abandon like I was." He finally said, "I focus so much on them and their future, I don't want Hobie to ruin it all."

"Miles, your children love you! You are doing a wonderful job as a parent. You work, you take responsibility! We are proud of you," Rio went over to held his hands as she use her motherly scent. "You grow into a strong Omega that Hobie couldn't imagine. You have the control now. Not him. An Alpha is only good when they provide for their Omega."

"Thank you, mamí. I really need to hear this." Miles hugs her tightly feeling so safe. This new obstacle will show him how far he comes as an Omega. The three enjoy a cup of warm Honey Ginger Spice tea while watching a small movie before heading to bed.

The next day, Miles had to meet one of Kaine's cousins to see if he can get an internship at Alchemax. He happens to meet his cousin Peter, an Omega that's Assistant supervisor of the department of Genetic Engineering. The interview was only thirty minutes long seeing how the older Omega had taken a liking to the young man.

"I see your resume, you're doing a lot, huh?" Peter flips over the next page to see references from professors, managers, and so on. "Wow, you really put in work on this? You know, the minimum is three, right?"

Miles being nervous wearing his white collar shirt and blue tie, "Sorry... I-I'm-" The brunette merely chuckles, "Easy. Easy! I know this kind of stuff is nerve racking. Look I get it, you wanna show how good you are since my cousin recommend you. All I can say you got the internship, and can I say I'm impressed!" He took a donut from his plate to munch on.

Miles can tell this man is very easy going, which made his nerves calm down. "Re-really?"

"Yeah! A single Omega with triplets managing work, school and this? You are one of kind! And very dedicated." Peter cheerful talks while chewing, "I have one kid and man, she's a handful." Flipping a picture frame to show his wife and daughter, "Her name is May."

"She is pretty." Miles' saw how the little girl looks a lot like her dad and the red hair from her mother. "Um... can I say? Is it alright to not bring up to the others I'm a single Omega with triplets." He rubs the back of his right hand being nervous, "I like to keep that private, you know?"

"Sure. When you're ready, you can tell anyone even our boss, Miguel." Peter nodded, "I get it. No Omega likes to be pity down, but trust me, this place is pretty fun. You'll like it and hopefully once you graduate you can get a full time, and if you continue your studies for a Masters, you'll be able to move up into my position or another. Great pay, great benefits, the whole thing. Also, this internships pay so you lucky you got it."

Miles smiles happily at this. "When can I start?"

"Well, we work early from 6am-4pm, depending on our projects. Miguel calls the shots, but seeing how your schedules is a bit scattered, you can intern for three days a week. Mon-Wed from 6am-11am?" The older male saw how there was early openings on Miles' schedules sheet.

"Yeah I can make it work!" Miles said being joyful at this outcome. Finally all that hard work is paying off!

After Peter show Miles every part of the department, the young Omega saw his soon-to-be boss locked in his office with the curtains down. The older Omega merely mention how Dr. O'Hara is a workaholic, never likes to be interrupted when he's trying to finish their deadlines.

Miles can tell this place would be the best for him, yet he could remember how much fear he had when smelled Dr. O'Hara's strong Alpha scent. Hopefully, his boss of an Alpha wouldn't judge him too much.

After he got off the train to head home, he walks down the street feeling the windy cold air. His phone rang seeing it's his grandmother, "Ah-lo? Abuela?" He answered.

"Mijo! Tus hijos y yo estamos en el parque. Estás cerca?" She asked.

"Si! I'm coming by, now." Miles got more pump to hearing his babies calling for him. Seems like his Abuela decided to take them to the park for a bit after they went grocery shopping.

When he saw the park, he happily rushes over crossing the street. Just before he could enter the small park, he felt a hand grabbing his wrist and very familiar Alpha scent. The dark skinned Omega turns around to find his ex breathing heavily with a serious stare at him.

"Hobie?"

"I-I finally caught up to you!" Hobie finally said through his heavy breathing, he seems like he ran to catch to his ex. Miles saw the black deck out punker out fit, especially those heavy boots did a number on him.

"Let go of me! I told you I don-" The punker snapped at him, "Miles, I want to explain myself!" His Alpha begging at this point with his own pleading scent.

Miles snatched his hand away from his ex, "I have things to do and I told you i don't want to hear!"

"Why are you so mad at me? We were young! We're still young! I know I did wrong for sleeping with you when you were in your heat, but-" Miles snapped at him, "You played with me! My feelings! What's the reason coming back if you're gonna excuse yourself? Why all of sudden, huh?"

The punker noticed some people around notice them, he sucked his teeth. The chances of being caught as a famous celebrity got him worry. "Luv, please." He sighs, "Give me just five minutes."

"I got things to do..."

"Miles."

"Ugh, fine." The Black Latino rolled his eyes, "But after this, I don't want to see you again."

"Sunflower, don't be so cruel." He chuckles until his expression changes quickly when he smelled that sour scent from his ex. "Easy, luv. I'm only pulling your leg."

"I gotta make a quick call." Miles glares at him before stepping away while he went to call his Abuela to let her know he won't make it on time. It was best for her and his pups go home after they were done. He promise to give his babies so much love.

His ex stood behind him, "Who are you talkin' to?" His Alpha scent leaking out being curious.

"My grandma," Miles hung up his call, "She came to visit." Luckily he spoke Spanish to his grandma.

"Oh? Sounded like there was someone else..."

"Pfft, fuck off, Hobs. You get to fuck around without no issues. What I do isn't your damn business!" Miles spat with pure anger out of his ex.

The punker blink a couple of times from his ex's words. This was new. He never expected his ex to be so distant with him, and the foul scent wasn't helping. "Okay. Noted." Not wanting to get things to go terrible, he needs to explain himself. Rubbing his nose, "Let's go to that cafe over there." Miles nodded having to follow him.

The two sat in the cafe seeing there wasn't any people around. They order coffee. Miles saw Hobie paying for his coffee, "Look I'll pay for you. Let me know, what you want, Sunflower."

I want you out of my life...

He didn't have to say much since his scent was already lingering around the Alpha. Hobie merely wave his nose trying to get rib the stench, "Luv, we're in a cafe..." He could tell the people around them became uneasy with Miles' scent.

"Right..." He sighs trying to calm down, his scent slowly disappearing. "So?"

"Easy, Sunflower. We're in a cafe and I order us some coffee. Let's just enjoy a few minutes before going into..." Hobie stops talking when he saw his ex's giving him daggers with his arms crossed. "Heh," He clears his throat, "Right. You want to get to the point."

"Five minutes and I'm walking." Miles warned.

"You're not making this easy, huh? Fair enough." His ex's partner sighs giving in, his hand rubbing his neck. "Okay, right to the point..."

Miles said nothing, he wanted to hear it from him. "Not gonna respond?" Hobie saw his ex stayed quiet. "Alright, okay." He took a deep breath. "You have every right to be mad at me, and it's completely understandable. I left without a word, but you have to understand, Miles. I had this big opportunity."

So? You left me. You didn't tell me anything!

Four years of him trying to find ways to curse his ex partner out, yet he rather listen to his ex's reasons. There was no point to curse him back. Miles got tired of bullshit, finally seeing his ex, he realize how luckily he got away when he could. It felt good seeing how his ex's Alpha pleading for him, those dark eyes begging for his attention.

Miles couldn't understand why Hobie wanted his attention or needs him to get empathy. It only made the black Latino realize his ex is a very selfish person when it comes to himself.

"A week ago before we... mated." Hobie continues on with his story. "A record label sign my band and wanted us to go on tour. We had to move to the UK for a bit to work some produces, too." He points out, "I didn't mean to leave you like that, but if I would've told you about this you would've want me to stay or you come with me."

No response just two big doe eyes on him, Hobie didn't like the look his ex's gave. The lack of emotions, there was no empathy or pity that he expect just patience. Miles wanted to know more, he seems unsatisfied with this information.

"I-I'm sorry," Hobie uses his Alpha scent to ease the tension, his hand with many tattoos and expensive rings wanted to reach out to touch his Omega.

Miles gave a disgusted sneer, pulling away from that hand heading towards him. He scoot his seat making sure there's distance between them. He was rather disappointed but not surprise with this fact.

During his pregnancy, he wonders why his boyfriend would leave him and that was one of the possibilities he figure it was. Very disappointed.

"Um, Sunflower." His ex's voice rings his ear, the punker look desperate for his reactions, "you got nuthin' to say?"

"What's there to say? You did what you did and now here we are. You came back for what? Forgiveness? You had some sort of guilt trip and want me to forgive you?" Miles rolled his eyes then scoffs, "God, you are sumthin' Hobie Brown."

The punker sat up straight with hurt in his eyes, "You didn't have to look at me like that... you know-" Miles cut him off, "You left me, you ghosted me because you want to live your dream, if not be the Alpha you always dislike!"

"Do not say that, Mil-" Miles snorted, "What? Is that a lie? Are you surprised that you are the "typical" Alpha? The one that runs when things get serious or the chance you get success you go off this long journey to be a free man? Sleeping around, partying, not stay loyal. Because what exactly would happen if you did tell me and I told you to stay with me? Hmm," His honey-brown eyes narrowed, a growl from his throat, "because it sound like to me, you would cheat on me the moment you left, so ghosting me was better instead of being the Better Alpha! pfft, whatever. This conversation changes nothing between me and you, in fact," He got up to point at Hobie having a harsh glare, "it only show me what a true Alpha you are. A weak, pathetic jerk that's willing to run off and not give of shit! Oh, but the moment you come back, what? You were gonna pull off a charming smile and expect to forgive you! No, fuck you! Fuck you and eat shit!"

He got riled up that his Omega scent started to reek, and his voice growing louder disturbing the piece. The punker is all for being abrupt, causing chaos, but for the first time, he wishes there was no attention between the two.

His dark eyes widen being extremely hurt by his ex's words, surely he didn't mean it. It was in the moment, right? "Miles, calm-" Miles laughs at him being cold, "Now, embarrassed? Fuck you! Keep the fucking coffee. I'm leaving! You should stop bothering me, you got what you always wanted." He walks out avoiding all shocking eyes from the people and employees in the cafe, he can't blame them. He too would be nosy and into the drama.

"Sunflower, wait. Where are you going? We- you haven't got your coffee- look-" Hobie struggles to get out of his seat when he noticed his heavy boots got stuck between the legs of his chair, "Shit. Miles, wait up!"

Leave me alone!

Miles never walked so fast, he didn't want his ex to catch up on him, so he quickly ran home. He could hear Hobie shouting his name, the smell of his pleading Alpha scent while his own Omega purrs for him, again.

Stop! He's not for us!

The Omega quickly went rushing to the other block. "Miles!" Hearing Hobie getting closer to him.

"Leave me alone!" Miles shouted as he kept running away from his ex.

"Miles, stop! You need to understand why I came back, I wanted to-" Miles didn't want to hear it, he wants to go home and be with his babies.

"Miles?" Honey-brown looks up to find his Abuela and his pups all button up with their winter coats being nice and snug. They hold hands coming out of the park.

"Daddy!" Mariana shouted being held by her great grandmother.

Aaron hold his great grandmother's right hand, while Karl suck his thumb having to hold tightly on his great grandmother's long dress. "Papá!" Karl's eyes gleam having to let go to run up to his daddy!

The Omega's suddenly changed to a very cheerful mode, seeing his babies got him so happy. "Awe, mi amorcito! You missed me!" He picks up his son using his Omega scent, his pup happily snuggles against him.

"Awe, he was crying for you, he was so sad you couldn't come. What happened?" Gloria saw her grandson holding his son, while she put Mariana down to hold her hand. Then her nose tickled of pure Alpha stench, the same scent as her grandson's ex-partner. She growls lowly and sneered when her eyes spotted the punker catching up to them.

Miles noticed his grandmother's growl, then heard a breathless Alpha, "Miles, luv... I-I just need a minute," Trying to catch his breath, Hobie had his hands on his knees being exhausted from running. "I..." Then his dark eyes widen when his nose tickles of sweet milk scents of pups. When his ex's turn around to face him, he's holding a small boy pup. "Sun... flower?"

Miles's scent changes into sweet brown sugar something completely different than his old scent. This was a sign of birthed... his Omega had pups. "I told you to leave me alone, Hobie..." Miles frowns at him before he kisses his pup's forehead and fix his little curls away from his face.

"Heh, you're pretty close to that pup, eh?" Hobie's voice sounded cracked like he couldn't believe it.

"Hey, Msite-w! Who are you? That's my daddy!" Mariana went up the Alpha being demanding.

"Mariana!" Miles took her hand pulling her to be close to him.

"Papá! Who's this sca-wy man?" Aaron rushes by to hug his daddy's leg being afraid by the stranger's appearance. "Why he got fish hook on his face?"

Hobie's stare in disbelief, he had to blink a couple of times. This could explain why his ex-partner seems over with him. "So... you had pups... um... congrats? Hah, um... are they-" Miles shot back, "They're not yours."

Gloria stares at her grandson having the chance to tell his ex about the pups, she wasn't surprised. Rio did told her that Miles' heartbreak was terrible for him, and he didn't want Hobie to find out about the pups. So she remained quiet, she can tell the Alpha had mix emotions about all this.

"Wah? Their- their not?" The Alpha tries to composed himself, instead he felt like he wanted to cry. "So, you just mess with another bloke after I left? Huh, it was that easy?"

"Not in front of my kids." Miles glares at him, "it's none of your business what I do afterwards, you left. You didn't care if I die!"

"How can you say that? You make me sound like I'm a monster." The punker couldn't believe the words coming out from the Omega, "I lo-" Miles snaps, "I don't want to hear it. You and I are done! You made it loud and clear, so you shouldn't be upset. You should suck it up, right mate?"

That shut the Alpha up being completely hurt, his scent breaking into something foul like betrayal and grief. Miles saw the way his pups look scared, "I-I have to go. My pups need to get out of the cold, and you should go back to your life, Hobie."

"Can I least know who's their father?" The Alpha asked still in disbelief about all of this.

"Why? So you can fight him?"

"I swear, I won't... I need it for my peace of mind."

Oh wow, his peace? What a fucking hypocrite...

Miles stood quiet, then said, "Bye, Hobie." It was better than-

"MILES! I'm not playing! I need to know! You can't walk away and-" Miles growls, "Stop it, my pups are right here and you're yelling. What the hell is wrong with you?" His pups were scared. His poor Karl shuddering being cold and scared, it got his Omega to purr trying calm him down, "My poor babies are out here in the cold, and you're demanding me like a damn fool! You're one piece of work, Hobie."

The punker's eyes landed at the triplets seeing their brown nose getting a bit redder, they were terrified by him. He softly said, "Sorry, little ones... Um... I just- Sorry, Miles."

Gloria finally said, "It's cold and the kids need their nap time. I want my grandson and his pups to be home, don't you think they deserve to be warm in their house?" Her brown eyes on the punker.

"Um... yeah, sure." Hobie rubs his neck.

Miles finally sighs seeing how upset and lonely his ex look, "Ganke..." That's all he can say, a simple lie. In that moment, he should've told the truth, but he wanted to be petty. He wanted the punker to leave him alone, to not believe there's any way of being back with him. Something in him knew the punker would try to be with him if he found out about the pups.

Gloria didn't say anything, yet deep down she was in shock. Why would he lie like that? Then again, when she saw the punker's facial expression of shock, hurt, betrayal, all the trials of heartbreak- which was odd since he was the one that left. Yet, when she saw her grandson's expression; it's a small smirk on his face.

Miles got what he wanted to see, leaving Hobie alone. It's a wonderful sight to see, since Hobie always had beef with his best friend. Since, this helps made the push, he wonders what kind of crazy scenarios the punker will come up with.

When the Morales family got back to the apartment, Gloria finally said in a serious tone. "Miles, what is wrong with you? Why would you say that?"

Her grandson squat low to his pups' level to take their winter coat off, "I had to..." He didn't feel bad. "I got tired of his stupid smirk."

"So you brought up your best friend into this? While he's engage?" His grandmother started to speak full Spanish having to lecture him and tell his parents about this.

Miles rubs his head, "You don't get it, Abuela! Hobie destroyed me and comes back like nothing happened!"

"Even so, you shouldn't be lying like that. He has the right to know, too. You didn't even try to tell him when you..." She saw the pups looking at them, "We'll talk later about this, but you know he does need to know, too."

"I know..." Miles sighs, "But not yet."

"Daddy, why Abuela mad?" Aaron asked.

"No, she's not upset. We are just talking, mi bebé. Come on, let's go watch some television." Miles tries to change the subject.

"Who's the sca-wy man?" Karl asked as he walks over to the living with his brother and sister.

"Oh, an old friend..." Miles lies as he helped them up on the couch, "Now, who wants to watch Bluey?"

"I do!" The triplets shouted.

Aaron looks over at his grandma, "Grandma! You not watchin' with us?"

"Soon, mi nińo. I'm going to make dinner today." She hums.

The triplets happily plays with their daddy, and watch Bluey. When the triplets play with themselves, Miles texts his best friend.

Miles: Yo, Gank!

(Few seconds)

Miles: Sorry, man.

(Few seconds)

Miles: I told Hobie you were the pups' dad. 🤷🏾‍♂️

(Few seconds)

Miles: My bad 😣

He wasn't sure how his best friend would take it, but this is one way to tell him. Then his phone blasting with texts dings.

Ganke: WHAT!

(super speed replies)

Ganke: AYE YO!?!?!

Ganke: HUH!

Ganke: MILES?

Before Miles could type, a phone call from Ganke appeared on his screen.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #fanfic

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