#Morales Family x reader

[itsmebytch001]

another one, Yandere dad Aaron sends Miles after Y/N after she sneaks out the house to go to a party, her punsiment in being trapped in her room with out internet, only miles and her dad.

Hello Me.

My Cousin As My Keeper-> Part One

Summary: Aaron inlists the help of Mile's to track you down after you sneak off to a party.

Warnings: Over bearing yandere family tingz.

You really thought you had made a good slip away, making it out the building and onto the streets with out your Dad hearing was quite the feet, so you ran down the pavment to the end of your road where you met your good friend Musa, and together to slid off into the club scene of New York with your brillantly made fake ID's.

Meanwhile, Your Dad Aaron had been chilling on the sofa when you slid off, if it weren't for the TV blaring he might made heard you. It was only when he called for you did he notice, you were being awafully quite.

Aaron: "Hey Y/N, you want some hot coco?"

...

odd, she's never asleep this time...

Aaron: "Ay, Y/n you want some coco or not?"

Still, nothing.

he approached your door cautiously, as if you would pounce out at him at any moment at him, he slowly turns the knob of the door, opening to reveal you asleep in bed, he gose to give you a shake, only to realise it's not you, its a damm pillow.

He then notices your window half open, maybe he should put bars on them.

He sighs to himself, pondering round your room before he calls you, he knows you aren't going to pick up beacuse what self preserving teen would?

Hi, Its Y/N Leave me a message

So he then texts Miles:

Meanwhile, Miles is at home, sitting by his drawing board throwing up some concept art, he hears a bing and gose to check his phone.

Uncle Aaron > Uncle Aaron: ay Miles you know were Y/N At? Miles: No is everying okay Uncle Aaron: she off again Miles: in her star girl era Uncle Aaron: what Miles: nothin Uncle Aaron: you think you could find her for me Miles: i guess Uncle Aaron: thx

Now Miles didn't really want to have to go out looking for you, or harass you over text to find you like he had done before, honestly he thought it best just to let you do your thing, but his uncle was so afraid of something happeing to you he would always conact Miles to find you.

And at this point, Miles was like a PI with the sole mission of finding you, and each time he did, at a party, a club or with a guy, espically with a guy he became more frustrated with you, running off for hours at a time, wasting his time to go out and find you.

Sometimes it felt like an attention game, like you would go off and do reckless things for your Dad's, Miles and your Aunt ad Uncle's attention, like going off with a guy you barley knew while drunk, or sleeping over at stranges house.

Sometimes it felt like hide n seek.

And to be honest, beacuse he always won, and I mean always, pulling you out that guys car by your hair, or breaking into that strangers house waking you up and pulling you back home, he kinda liked playing, as long as he got their in time before you actually did something stupid.

So the game begins.

He starts with the basics, calling you...

ring

ring

ring

Hi, its Y/N leave me a message

He dosen't bother texting, he know's you won't answer.

So he checks your snap maps.

Youv'e turned them off, youre getting better...

He checks your story, nothing.

He checks your streaks, also nothing.

So now he's getting into the complicated stuff, contacting youre friends.

Mile's was fond of some of your mates, but felt indiffrent to most.

You see for awhile, it was just you two, cousins raised as siblings against the world, but once you got to high school and drifted a bit, you made a whole group of girl friends and he was now a secondary person in youre life.

He knew ratinally it was wrong to be jealous of you having friends, but he felt like they took you away from your family, from him.

He began seeing after school hours, hanging out at youre house, or in a park or people watching, maybe even throwing up art with youre Dad.

Then it was only on weekends, usually Saturday where you would catch up on youre week.

And now, here you two are at 17, and he only ever see's you maybe twice a month? and of course Holidays but that was all.

That's not counting these stunts of yours, of course.

He opens up his contacts to try and fenesse some information out of them.

Musa (Y/N) > Miles: yo Musa, you at this party Musa: ...? Miles: The party with Y/N u with her Musa: soz no Miles: do u know where it is Musa: nope, but Ayesha probs will Miles: kk

Ayesha (Y/N) >

Miles: Ayesha u with Y/N

Read 4 mins ago

Miles:...?

Read 7 mins ago

He knew she was probablly ignoring him, she really didn't like Miles, thought he was over bearing and possesive for a cousin and called him out for it.

Miles: helllloooooooooooooo

Read 2 mins ago

She was a lost cause, so to the next one.

Flora (Y/N)>

Miles: Ay Flo u know where Y/N at? Flora: dont call me Flow my name is Flo-RA Miles: jeez just a nick name chill Miles: U know where Y/N at Flora: dont do that Miles: what Flora: give me a nick name like were friends Miles: it isn't that deep chill Flora: ugh

Flora aslo didn't like Miles, she just was to meek to say it.

next one...

Tecna (Y/N)> Miles: hey Tecna: I already know what u want, the asnwer is i'm not with her, i don't know where she is, but I know she went with Stella so she's safe. Miles: damm okay

God, Miles didn't like Stella, she always said she's look out for you at parties but never did, mainly beacuse she was to damm high to realise what ever was happening, sometimes she was so out of it he had to get her home as well as you.

Stella(Y/N) > Miles: Ay Stella Miles: Stelllaaaaaaaa Miles: Helloooooooooo Miles: STELLA

ugh, he'd have to call her, wouldn't he...

Ringing Stella (Y/N) Ring Ring Ring Hiiiii, Its Stella can't come to the phone right now but leave me a message!

He hated my whiny fucking voice, but if she didn't asnwer, who would?

Bloom!

But He knew Bloom also didn't like him, so he might have to lie to her just a bit.

Bloom(Y/N) Miles: Ay Bloom u know where this praty at? Bloom: and why would i tell you Miles: I got a voice message from Y/N sounded bad Bloom:...? Miles: Some guy being creepy Miles: she had obvs been drinking Miles: She wanted me to come pick her up but wont answer my calls Bloom: U sure she asked you to come pick her up? Miles: Yeah? Bloom: U sure this isn't just u being wierldy obessive over your cousin Bloom: like when u crahsed my praty a few weeks back Bloom: U broke into my house? Miles: listen i just wanna help her Miles: and i did not 'break into' your house, i didn't steal anything Bloom: U CAME IN MY WINDOW Miles: U LEFT IT OPEN Bloom: WHAT IS WRONG WITH U

What to say...What would be the right thing to say to get her to tell her where you were.

...

...

...

Ringing Bloom (Y/N) ring ring

Bloom: "...what?"

Miles: "Listen, I'm not trying to start anything with you or youre little girl group but my family is out there, drunk as hell and with Stella who we both know, has a problem"

He could sense the eye roll through the phone.

Miles: " And this guy who keeps coming onto her dosen't seem to be letting up, least that's what he said in her voice message"

Bloom: "Mile's, I am not an idiot, I know a lie when I hear it"

Miles: "Bloo-"

Bloom: " I know you want too look out for Y/N and that's fine, but were 17 she can do what she want's, but you always turn up and fuck things up"

Miles: "I don't fuck things up for her, I stop her from fucking up the way you, her friends should"

Bloom: " Maybe, Mile's you should let her make some mistakes, instead of tracking her down like a stalker"

She hangs up.

Miles: "Ughhhhhhhhh" he groans alone in his room.

There's a knock on the door.

Rio: "Mijo, you okay?"

Miles: "Yeah I'm Good, just stressed"

Rio: "Okay baby"

He taps his pen, again and again against the table.

...Brandon?

Brandon was the protective type, is Stella was at a party, he was there, looming over her like tree.

And they were mutuals on Snapchat.

He logs back on his phone and onto snapchat where he see's Brandon has his Snap maps on... and he sees you on Brandon's story, danicng on a damm table drunk, again.

He types the adress in his phone and begins to walk to the house in question.

Eventually he find's himself outside a tall block, the top floor was bright flashing lights, to he climbs the fire escape and slinks into the house, sourounded by his peers drinking, smoking or other he scans the room for you, or at least Stella since she should know where you are, in theroy.

And he did spot her.

Her bright blonde hair sitting on Brandon's lap, sipping on something. he walks up to her, and as soon as Stella see's him, she's rolling her eyes, and whipsers to Brandon.

Miles: "Ay Stella, You know where Y/N is?"

Stella: "Miles, what the hell is wrong with you?" She said clapping between each word.

My god she's dramatic

Stella leanded over to her boyfriend.

Stella: "this is the weird creepy cousin I told you about"

Miles: "Excuse me?"

Stella: "The one that keeps ruining all our fun"

Miles: "Stella I don't want to start anything with you, I just want to know where Y/N is, m,kay?"

Brandon stood up, he's only a few inches taller than Mile's but he notices.

Stella: "He's the guy to broke into Bloom's house and dragged Y/N like a crazy person"

He stand's between Stella and Miles.

Brandon: "I think you should go"

Miles: "I'm not trying to start anything, I just need to get my cousin and go"

Brandon: "Maybe she dosen't want to with you?" He says, stepping closer to Miles..

Miles: " i think you need to back off, kinda getting in my personal space"

Brandon: "And I think you need to leave"

Mile's know he can take him, he's spiderman for god's sake he could snap him, put he dosen't want to create problems.

Just as Brandon gets a bit too close to Miles, he feel's its about to happen...

Miles: "You need to back up" He says, putting his hands infront of him, palms open.

...

...

...

Y/N: "Mile's?" he looks over at you leaning over the door frame of a door, clearly drunk and maybe worse in a little black dress, holding a bottle of wine.

Miles: "Y/N?"

He rushes over to you, pushing past all the other party goers.

Miles: "You need to come with me"

Y/N: "Oh my GOD why can't you just leave me alone?" you slur, very drunk

Miles: "Your Dad sent me"

Y/N: "And youre just his lap dog?"

Miles: "Okay, come on now let's go"

Y/N: "No"

Miles: "come ON" He says, grabbing your wrist.

Y/N: "NO" You rip your hand from his.

Miles: "Y/N, I will call my Dad and have him shut this whole thing down unless you come with me, and everyone here will hate you, beacuse it will be your damm fault so lets go"

Defeated and blackmailed, you began to stumble out with him, sadly waving Stella goodbye and she swore off Miles.

Stella: "Youre a fucking werido Miles!"

Once outside, you are so drunk you flop onto the floor.

Miles: "Jesus Y/N, why do you do this?"

Y/N: "Just leave me here to die" You groan.

Miles: "Come on now, get up"

Y/N: "NOooooo, youv'e done it again"

Miles: "What?"

Y/N: "Ruined my night"

Miles: " Y/N I don't want to talk about this right now"

Y/N: "You are destorying my life!"

Miles: "What beacuse I wont just let you get drunk or high with your friends?"

Y/N: "Miles, if you had friends, you would do the same"

Miles: "No i wouldn't"

Y/N: "Why's that?"

Miles: "Beacuse i'm a selfish bitch just want's to drink, fry her brain and abaondon her family"

Y/N: "fuck you Miles"

Miles: "Get off the damm floor Y/N It's filthy"

Y/N: "I hate you"

Miles: "get off the fucking floor"

Y/N: "No"

Miles sighs to himself, before he starts to drag you by your feet.

He could carry you, but no.

Eventually when the hard pavement floor began to scrape away at your face, you pull yourself and and slowly walk with Mile's back home.

With every stumble and fall back Mile's is there to catch you, to pull you back up, as you lean your head onto his arm for support. And eventually when you two made it home, he helped you up the stairs and into the your bed, plopping you down as the alchohol took it's effect whisking you to sleep, he tucked you in as his Uncle Aaron emegred into your doorway.

Miles: " she's unconcious, no point to scould her now, wait till morning when she has a hangover"

Aaron: "She looks like a damm clown with all that makeup on" he mumrred before disapearing down the hall.

And he was right, he could your foundation on the pillow, your smuged gloss and masscara running down your face.

So he went off into your bath room to soak a makeup remover pad, and while you were alseep began to wipe away your makeup. He knew it was strange, but also knew your skin would be in a state if he didn't.

So he wiped off all the makeup, and really all he wanted to do was share the bed with you, stay up late and whipser to each other like you used to, before you two grew apart. But he knew it would upset you if you woke up next to him suddently.

He wondered if she'd remember this tonight, of it would be a black out like so many other nights.

He wished you good night, and left.

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miles morales #platonic yandere #yandere family #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader #miles morales x reader #Morales Family x reader #yandere morales family

[tarjapearce]

I loved the crew interacting with the O’Hara family I was laughing the entire time!

Is it possible to do a reaction to Miguel first introducing his family to the crew? Like Mama!reader showing up to his office out of nowhere, no matter how many times Miguel said no and the crew stares in disbelief like - “YOU HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS?”

Imma switch it up a bit to fit into the Soccer Family AU 🤭. Glad you had fun with it!

"Why don't you just ask him?" Gwen deadpanned

"No. Can't just ask Mr. O'Hara, 'hey are you married? He's mean!" Mile's hand gestured

"I swear I saw him holding a baby. And it wasn't Mr. Parker's Mayday!" Pavitr chimed in, curiosity shining in his eyes

"Maybe his brother had a baby?"

"You'd owe me five if he's married." Hobie spoke as he laced up his boots. The three pair of eyes looked at him.

"Whu-?"

"Make it ten cause I know the man is a workaholic at heart"

Hobie shrugged.

"Dun' say I didn't warn ya."

"Dude, we have just done some chores for him, for the neighborhood really, he rarely asks for our services! He just asked us to clean his front yard!"

"Cause he likes minding his business." Gwen rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I know. maybe we can just ask him directly?" Mile's spoke as he looked Miguel’s car passing by.

Now all the eyes were on him.

"Or we... can spy him?"

Pavitr's smile turned into a smirk.

"Like, you distract him and the rest can go around to find any clues on his home"

"Why me?!"

"Cause it's your idea" Gwen chuckled

"I'm pretty sure that's property invasion"

"I'm in." Hobie mumbled

The plan was set.

----

Miles gulped for the thousandth time as he approached, the door of Mr. O'Hara's home growing ominously big and closer.

"Nuh uh. I'm out."

His phone buzzed, Gwen's name displaying on screen.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm out!"

"Miles, I swear... Just distract him enough for us to get a glimpse on the back side of his house!"

"If I die? Keep my collection of figurines intact." He could hear Gwen groaning from the other line.

"Don't be dramatic. Just ask him if he needs anything done this week!"

"Fine. Fine. Alright."

He shook his body and gave his cheeks a brief pat, walked over the door and dinged the doorbell. His breath hitched as the door slid open, but instead of Miguel, a woman opened the door. Short, pretty, kind eyes and hair donned in a messy bun. That was definitely one of Miguel's t-shirts.

"Yes?"

"Uh... Hi. I'm Miles Morales, from Friendly Neighborhood Spiders?"

"Oh?" You looked confused

"Just a little business me and my friends set up. Uh... we eh, we just ring doorbells and ask if we can do chores for the neighbors around the block?"

"That's pretty cool! Didn't know about it. Gotta ask Miguel if we need any services right now."

"Wait, you... You know Mr. O'Hara?"

"Mr. O'Hara?" You giggled, shaking your head, "Miguel! Mi amor! Can you come at the door please?"

Mi amor?

Miles' eyes went wide at the endearing term. His breath caught in his throat again as he saw Miguel’s hulking figure carrying a baby that wasn't Mayday. Just like Pavitr had said.

Gwen, Hobie and Pav approached behind Miles, they had been watching from the other side of the street and we're too tempted to not see the scene unfold for themselves.

"¿Qué pasó?" (What's wrong?)

His voice low as the baby was falling asleep in his arms.

"I didn't know we had some entrepreneurs in the neighborhood. They wanna know if we need anything this week."

"No" Miguel shook his head softly, the toddler in his arm stirred. A thick eyebrow of him raised at the expression of the four teens. A 'The legend is real' expression, all eyes settled on the golden ring around his finger, matching yours.

Hobie however just smirked. 30 bucks on his pockets would do nice things for him.

"Will go prepare dinner then. Nice to meet you guys!" You chirped and waved your goodbyes, leaving Miguel alone with them.

"So..."

His sharp features went blank

"You're married. And have kids."

"Oh! We can babysit that pretty baby too" Pavitr sing sung

"The lawn is enough for now." Miguel’s voice still remained low, but firm.

"Right. Uh, thanks. We'll be back."

A hurried 'have a good evening Mr. O'Hara' was thrown his way as they fled from his door.

Once they were far enough, Miles couldn't help but hold his head and gasp.

"He is married!"

"Yeah, noted." Gwen nodded

"Did you see that toddler?! Oh so chubby and precious!"

" Yeah, cool family and all. Y' owe me 30"

"You seriously know how to sour the moment" Pavitr slid two five bills on his hand.

"Well, mystery solved." Gwen slid another two bills on Hobie's hands

"That explains the baby chair in his car."

"You peeked into his car?!" Mile's freaked out

"Wut? Ya said you wanted to go in his home."

Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Kids."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #hobie brown #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #t writes✨

[florencemtrash]

Wedding Invitations

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Miguel take the day to distribute wedding invitations to the Spider-Gang. But in the midst of all the congratulations they forget to tell a very important member of the wedding party...

Warnings: Fluff, Spider-Gang family dynamics, Miguel's got a touch of baby fever

Author's Note: I FINALLY got around to writing this Miguel x Reader oneshot that's been in my WIP dump for ages. This can be read on its own, or as a continuation of my Hummingbird series.

Masterlist of Masterlists

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You blinked around Spidey-HQ, buzzing with excitement and armed with a stack of cream-colored envelopes. The cards within had the following words printed in lacy gold lettering:  

Miguel O’Hara and Y/n L/n Invite you to join their wedding celebration on Saturday, October 15,  2105 at 4:30pm St. Javier’s Cathedral 115 Hammond St

You’d visited Pavitr first, finding him tucked away in an alcove on the top floors where he went about carefully oiling his hair. 

“FINALLY!” He squealed, sprinting away to wash his hands before gingerly accepting the invitation like you’d just handed him a million dollars. “You’re getting married!” He snatched one hand, then the other, splaying your fingers and searching for the ring, “Where is it? Where is it? I want to see it.”

You chuckled, “Calm down, Gollum.” You reached into your shirt, pulling out the chain where you’d been hiding the ring for the past eight months. “I don’t wear it very often. Art teacher and superhero - remember?” 

It was a shame. It was a beautiful, vintage ring originally belonging to Miguel’s mother. He’d since updated it, replacing two of the missing stones with small burgundy gems that matched the color of his eyes. Even if you couldn’t wear it often, you kept it with you at all times, resting against your heart. 

Pavitr began to vibrate with excitement, bouncing on his feet. “Can I-Can I tell-?”

“Yes, you can tell people.” 

“Really?!” He brightened up.

“Yes. Miguel’s probably already sent out a general announcement by now.”

As if on cue both your watches beeped, a red notification popping up.

Announcement:  Y/n and I are getting married. Don’t get upset if you're not invited to the ceremony. There are literally thousands of you. Reception will be at Spidey HQ atrium Saturday, October 15, 2105 at 7pm. All are welcome.

“Perfect timing.” You said, smiling at the words Y/n and I are getting married. You still couldn’t believe it, even though you’d been sitting on the knowledge in silence for the past six months.

“Oh and Pavitr. Miguel will probably ask you this again later but… would you like to be a groomsman in the wedding?” 

Pavitr’s lips trembled, then broke into the widest smile imaginable, brown eyes crinkling. He surged forward, wrapping his lanky arms around you and spinning you around.

“YES! YES! A million times yes!” He gasped. You may as well have gotten on your knees and asked for his hand in marriage. “Oh my goodness this is all I've ever wanted. What are the wedding colors? I need to get a new sherwani.” He finally let you down, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you desperately, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS SOONER?!” 

You gripped his hands, your cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling. Pavitr's energy was unmatched and you could feel his joy rubbing off on you.

“It’s really going to be a simple ceremony. And we didn’t want to pressure any of you with the typical wedding prep stuff.” 

He looked incredulous, “So no bachelorette party? No-no manicure days or spa days or...” 

You shook your head no and his jaw dropped.

“WRONG!” He shouted, touching the tip of your nose with his finger, “Are you free next Saturday night? Yes? Good.” He shook his finger at you, “No wedding prep stuff? Really? Pah!” He threw his hands in the air, muttering as he walked away and started dialing up Gwen and Miles.

“You told Pavitr before you told me?!” Gwen asked, mouth agape. She pushed her lunch tray to the side, the excitement chasing away her appetite for the time being.

“Fuck that. You told Pavitr before you told me?!” Miles slammed the milk carton on the table, spilling a few drops, “I thought I was your favorite.” 

“Piss off, Miles.” Gwen teased, ruffling his curls. "I'm her favorite."

“One semester abroad with Hobie and you’re already sounding like a Brit.” He teased back, never moving far enough apart from her that they weren’t touching. 

She’d recently gone for a shag haircut. The tips of her dyed hair fading into a pale bubblegum blue. The new nose piercing completed the look and Miles was smitten.

You wrung your hands together. “Well I’m telling you now! And! I’m asking you to be part of the wedding party. So what do you say? Wanna be a groomsman and a bridesmaid?”

They didn’t even look at each other before saying, “Absolutely!” In perfect unison.

The rest of the day went similarly, full of excited squeals and hugs and twirls. Everyone at Spidey-HQ - minus some of the newcomers - knew who you were and didn’t hesitate to shout their joy, whooping and calling out across the atrium.

“CONGRATS, TEACH!” 

“LET’S GO! SPIDER-WEDDING!” 

“CONGRATULATIONS!” 

Hobie leaned against the window, hands shoved into the pockets of his patchwork leather jacket and flashing every color of the rainbow. 

He stuck his hand out without a word, a crooked smile on his face, “I don’t believe in state-sanctioned marriage, you know. You and Miguel are already married - have been for ages in my book.”

“You rummaged around in your bag for the last of the invitations, finally locating the envelope that had slipped into one of the inner pockets and out of sight. 

You hesitated, trying to hide your disappointment, “... so does that mean you’re not coming then?”

Hobie quickly snatched the invitation out of your hands, slinging his arm around your shoulder and rubbing the top of your head with his knuckles. You laughed, shoving him away and fixing the tangles he’d made in your hair. 

“Pffft, of course I’m coming. It’s important to you.” He shoved the cream-colored paper into his pockets alongside a couple posters he hadn’t found a proper place to plaster them on yet. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He smirked, “But I hope you’re not expecting me to show up in a suit.” 

“Wear whatever you feel comfortable in.”

“And are you going to ask me to be a groomsman or something? Make a toast at dinner?” There was no contempt in his voice… If anything he seemed expectant. Happy. 

“Actually, Miguel and I were hoping you could be the flower girl with May and Benjy.” 

He brightened up, flashing a sunflower yellow and shooting off curls of newspaper print like fireworks. 

“HA! I like it. I like it.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets, opening his arms wide and sighing like he was giving up on an age-old war, “Alright, get in here, girl. I wanna hug you.” 

You giggled, scrunching up your nose in satisfied glee as Hobie finally gave into his softness. He liked to pretend he was cooler than everyone else in the room - and he usually was - but that didn’t stop him from also being the softest person you’d ever met. 

“Congratulations.” He said, propping his head up on top of your head and mussing up your hair once again.

“Thanks, Hobie.” 

You weren’t alone in spreading the news - Miguel was making his own rounds. Margo was the first one he’d told, by virtue of the fact that she was nearest to his office. 

“Hey, Margo.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He held out the envelope, Margo’s headpiece peeling away from her sleek cornrows. Her eyes glittered purple, wide open and staring.

“Really?” She asked hesitantly, reaching out for the paper. 

“Of course, Margo. You’re family. We want you there.” 

Her eyes softened and she read through the invitation quietly.

“Y/n was also hoping you’d be a bridesmaid.” He tapped the additional paper sealed in her envelope. “Nothing fancy, but we wanted you at the front with everyone else. Miles, Gwen, Peter B, LEGO P-oof.” 

Miguel huffed as Margo all but rammed into his chest, the edges of her flickering. Who knew virtual reality bodies were so durable and dense.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, trying to keep any emotion out of her voice.

Margo didn’t like to talk about home, preferring the VR life she led with the Spider-Society. They were her real family now… she just liked the confirmation. 

“Anytime, kid.” 

She cleared her throat, pushing him away as quickly as she’d hugged him. “Alright, get out of here. I’m sure everyone wants to see you right now.” She turned around, wiping at her eyes in real life. Her VR body did the same. 

Miguel chuckled, rubbing his neck again. He wasn’t used to the kind of attention he’d been receiving since meeting you and learning to open up again. It was almost as if he was likable when he wasn’t acting like a complete asshole.

He was chased by compliments and congratulations all day, Spider-people stopping him to clap him on the back or to bump shoulders like they knew just how absolutely whipped he was.

Something about announcing your engagement to the world made the whole thing feel more real, like he could taste it as physically as he could taste your lips whenever he kissed you. He didn’t wear his engagement ring very often for the same reasons as you, but he slipped it on his finger halfway through the day, standing a little straighter, and looking a little prouder after doing so. 

LEGO Peter was next and he’d practically swooned when Miguel had handed him his invitation between his thumb and pointer finger. He’d printed an extra-small version for him. Then he’d fainted when Miguel asked him to be a groomsman, his brick body going rigid and toppling back with the same rattle as a teacup saucer.

“I’m taking that as a yes!” Miguel called out, slipping his head back out of the portal into his own universe.

He needed to make a home visit for Jessica, but she had a champagne bottle ready to burst when Miguel appeared into her home in a crackle of color and brushstrokes.

“AHH! HA!” She tossed her head back with glee. Her mane of pitch black hair smelled like coconut and citrus. “CONGRATULATIONS! Malcolm! Malcolm, get your ass in here. Miguel’s arrived.” 

Her husband slid across the living room entrance, a chubby three-year-old boy balanced on his hip and grabbing at his locs. 

“Miguel!” 

“Hey, Malcolm.”

“Mig!” 

“Heyyyy, Jefferson.” Miguel laughed when the little boy grabbed at him, latching onto a strand of brown hair and tugging. 

Jessica clicked her tongue, “Jeff, what have we talked about.”

“Sorry.” The boy apologized, patting Miguel’s head and slapping him in the face in the process. 

“It’s alright, kid.” 

“OOooooh. Get in here, Migs.” Jessica was grinning brighter than the sun, radiating warmth as she wound her arms around his ribs and used her strength to lift him off his feet and shake him like a rag doll.

“Careful, Jess. Can’t break the groom before his wedding.” 

“Pfffft, Miguel’s not made of glass, honey.” 

That much was obvious enough. Miguel had to keep his body crooked to avoid banging his head against the hanging ceiling lights. 

“Congratulations, man.” Malcolm hugged him next, being notably gentler than his wife. He still slapped Miguel’s back hard enough to rattle his shoulders though. 

Miguel stayed for a long while, until him and Jess had made their way through three bottles of champagne just because they could. Their bodies burned through alcohol way too quickly to get drunk - a fact that had disappointed Miles when he went off to college for the first time last year. 

Jess and Malcolm leaned towards one another like sunflowers to light, with little Jefferson splashed across both their knees and struggling to stay awake as the sun pressed against the windows and turned their pale yellow walls golden. 

That would be him someday, with you and your son.

The thought shook him to his core. First, because it was a secret hope that he’d never dared to even dream about and second, because it was now possible. Wonderfully, beautifully possible. 

His heart began to flutter, the absence of you by his side suddenly feeling like a gaping hole instead of a subtle ache. 

Jess seemed to understand that, making a show of looking at the clock and then down at her son’s open mouth drooling against Malcolm’s arm. 

“We should get this little guy to bed.” 

“On it.” 

“I’ll head out then. Thanks for everything, Jess.”

She made a noise with her tongue, brushing off his thanks with a graceful wave of her hand. “Get out of here you big sap. And tell Y/n I said congratulations too! Actually, scratch that. I’m coming in tomorrow so I’ll tell her in person.” 

Miguel chuckled, “Alright then.” 

He gave a final hug to Malcolm and Jessica. Jefferson stirred in his mother’s arms just long enough to babble something that sounded adorably close to, “I’m not… I’m not sleepy. I-” before his eyes rolled back and he slumped onto Jessica’s shoulder. 

You sat curled up in Miguel’s office chair, legs thrown over one of the armrests as you flipped through the pages of your book on the life of Aubrey Vincent Beardsley. Occasionally your eyes would flicker to the array of monitors, watching the careful web of universes as they flickered and morphed. Fluid, but stable, and in a perfect balance of chaos and order. 

Miguel drifted into the room behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and peppering the curve of your neck with kisses.

“Mi amor,” He murmured. You hummed happily, tilting your head further to give him better access. “How is everything going on with you?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

“That’s a pretty great answer.” He chuckled, finishing with a quick kiss to your lips. He came around, lifting you up with ease before sitting down in his chair and placing you in his lap, “And how are things in the Spider-Verse?”  

You made a self-satisfied hmph sound. Thank god he’d finally stopped calling it the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse. What a mouthful. 

“Holding strong and steady.” You flicked your fingers to the side, pulling up the latest day report that you’d already handed two hours ago, “B76’s Black Cat and 1805’s Venom were the only anomalies. Done and dusted with no issue. Reports are on file under Project Catalyst.”

“Perfect.” 

Miguel stretched comfortably, curling in on you and resting his head on your chest like the world’s most luxurious cat.

You snorted, blinking your book away with a snap of your fingers and running your fingers through his hair just the way he liked. He groaned softly when you lightly dragged your fingernails against his scalp. 

“Right there, babe.” He encouraged, sighing with contentment. 

You stayed like that for a long while, one of Miguel’s arms wrapped around your waist and his other hand snaking up your stomach to rub circles against your smooth skin. Unbeknownst to you, he was quietly thinking about what it might be like if you ever decided to have kids. If one day he’d be so lucky to lay like this against you and quietly talk to the little child growing in your stomach. 

He shook his head, he was getting ahead of himself.

“Everything ok, Migs?” You curled your finger beneath his chin, gently tilting his face up to look at you. His eyes softened.

“Yeah. Everything’s perfect.” 

You couldn’t help it, you blushed under the softness of his gaze. It was strange how you could get into hundreds of fist-fights, get knocked on your ass dozens of times over, and yet crumble at the sight of his auburn eyes. You didn’t mind the vulnerability though - you knew Miguel felt the same. 

You looked down at his hands, noticing the flash of silver on his finger.

"You wore it today?"

He smiled when you took his hand in yours, kissing his palm, "Felt appropriate."

You tugged the necklace out from under your shirt, carefully slipping the ring off the chain. Miguel took it wordlessly from you, gently kissing your hand before sliding the ring onto your finger. It was warm to the touch after hours pressed against your heart and Miguel felt a surge of love flood his chest seeing you wear it.

“Busy day, huh?” You asked when he settled back down, holding your hand tightly in his.

He groaned, “You could say that. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many people talk to me in my life.” 

You prodded him in the side, “That’s not saying very much.”

“Ouch.” He grinned, kissing your chest. 

“Did everyone say yes to joining the wedding party?”

“Yes. You?”

“Yup.” Your lips popped on the end of the word.

Miguel grinned wide and unabashedly leaning closer to you, “Then we got ourselves a wedding,” he said, smiling against your lips. He tasted like coffee and cinnamon. 

You chuckled, “Maybe we shouldn’t have sprung this on them so soon.”

Miguel shrugged, “We needed to tell them at some point, cariño. And it’s not like we’re doing all the extra stuff. They just need to show up to the church at this point.” 

“I know that. But Pavitr seemed to disagree. Apparently I'm going to have a bachelorette party next weekend.” 

He pouted, “No party for me?! I’m hurt.” 

“Peter didn’t bring it up with you? I thought he'd be over the moon about being Best Man.”

Miguel’s head shot up, thick brows furrowing in confusion beneath a bed of ruffled curls, “I thought you were going to tell Peter.”

You tipped your head to the side, “I thought you were going to tell to Peter?” 

“Yeah, LEGO Peter.” 

Silence, thick and full of horror fell over both of you. 

“Did… did neither of us tell Peter and MJ?” You whispered. 

Miguel closed his eyes, his face plummeting into the soft skin of your chest, “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

The double doors to Miguel’s office slid open with a groan of disappointment. Peter stood there with his legs splayed, carving out a disgruntled shape in his signature pink bathrobe that he never took off, especially with the new addition to his family. 

Mayday clung to her father’s chest, her brother’s chestnut mop poking out from behind Peter’s shoulder. Benjy’s grin was gummy and wide and he wore matching noise-canceling headphones with his sister.

“Fuck.” You repeated, your face falling flat. 

MJ leaned against the doorway and rubbed her temples with one hand, shoulders shaking with repressed laughter as Peter stalked forward, absolutely livid. 

“You MOTHERFUCK—

*cut scene*

*Alexa, play 'Blitzkrieg Bop' by The Ramones*

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Author's note (again!):

Just some funny gifs I thought were appropriate for the characters:

Peter storming into the room because his best friends forgot to tell him about their engagement:

Pavitr learning he's going to be part of the wedding party:

LEGO Peter learning he's going to be part of the wedding party:

Hope you guys enjoyed!

Love,

Florence B.

#miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv x reader #miguel o'hara x wife reader #Spider-gang #found family #Hummingbird #miles morales #gwen stacy #peter b parker #hobie brown #across the spider verse

[punkeropercyjackson]

Making Hobie say out of pocket shit to everybody and be innapropriate to his s/os is cracker behavior and i'm not afraid to say with my whole chest."But he's the personafication of punk-"He's also the sweetest boy in the entire Spiderverse and yeah he does beat Miles in that aspect which is not a diss to Miles because i would never.There is no dimension where making an incredibly kind and gentle black male into a tactless jerk is progressive.The Atsv did NOT work their asses off to make Hobie both super soft and an anarchist and him being both is an act of rebellion in of itself with the context of how society treats and has always treated black dudes.Write Hobie as he actually he is or keep your antiblack ass paws off my son.End of!!!!

#hobie brown #hobie brown deserves better #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #margo kess #margo tag #punkflower #ghostpunk #chaipunk #punkbyte #atsv #spiderman #gamerpunk #< familial selfship tag #x black!reader #antiblackness #💌 #summerposting

[dreamwritersworld]

masterlist

“-end of an era-“ means that the storyline or era ended 🫶 Always feel free to send request and I’ll see if I can do them! Enjoy! 💓

The beginning!

The chore | part 2 | part 3 | finale |

In between!

Once innocent | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | finale |

What if the accident happened?

What if…? | part 2 | finale |

What if Y/n didn’t take Tuk?

Ghost of you. | part 2 | part 3 | finale |

-end of an era-

I could fall in love | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | finale |

-end of an era-

On my own… | part 2 | part 3 | finale

-end of an era-

The Perfect Child | finale | extras

-end of an era-

disconnected | part 2 | part 3/final?!

-end of an era-

how bad can I be? |

-end of an era-

you can’t catch me now |

-end of an era-

on the run | part 2 | part 3 | COMING SOON!!

Miles Morales

favorite crime | part 2 | part 3 | finale

-end of an era-

outgrown | finale |

-end of an era-

falling | finale |

-end of an era-

all too well | part 2 |

Extra character stories!! :)

Space |

#jake sully x reader #neteyam x reader #loak x reader #neteyam sully #neytiri sully #sully family x reader #avatar loak #avatar the way of water #sully family x daughter reader #angst #miles morales imagine #miles morales x reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #aonung x reader #angst prompt

[joelsflannel]

merry christmas, cariño

or joelsflannel presents: a frankie morales christmas

masterlist

pairing: frankie morales x wife!reader rating: absolute tooth-rotting fluff warnings/tags: husband!frankie, dad!frankie, frankie is a girl dad and I stand by that, very fluffy, morales family christmas, kaleigh uses lots of words to say not that many things, blink and you'll miss it barely a reference to TF canon events, not one but TWO sets of big, brown, baby cow eyes, no mentions of religion or anything outside of presents and santa. reader has no specified appearance, pictures are included for aesthetic purposes only. word count: 351 (she's just a baby, your honor) summary: mom and dad get woken up for presents ofc.

A/N: merry pedromas @frenchiereading!! surprise, I'm your pedrostories secret santa and I hope you enjoy your moodboard as much as I enjoyed making it. I couldn't help myself at the thought of christmas girl dad!frankie so I had to write a little blurb. It's a little cheesy but hey, 'tis the season ❤️🎄

dividers by the amazing @saradika

Peaceful. The morning starts out peaceful, the comforting weight of Frankie’s arm holding you impossibly close as the light begins to shine through the curtains. The soft sounds of snores and a smell so warm, inviting, and uniquely Frankie fills your senses and provide a soothing soundtrack for the start of the day. Turning in his grip, you can’t help but admire the sleeping face of your husband. Tracing a gentle finger over the scruff of his jaw with an almost reverent gaze. The way his mouth parts slightly and the ever-present worry lines between his eyebrows fade with the warm embrace of sleep. The peace doesn’t last long, replaced by the sound of small feet pattering down the hall and sweet giggles growing closer before the door swings open. 

“Mama! Daddy! He came, he came!” The excitement in your daughter’s voice is enough to stir Frankie’s sleeping form, his arms tightening around you one last time before sitting up. His sleepy eyes sparkle in a way that melts your heart into a puddle. The perfect father, the way he grabs hold of his little girl and litters her small face with kisses, matching brown eyes caught in a battle of who can out puppy dog eye who. After a few minutes of laughter and your daughter deciding that you make a great tickle target (read: your daughter begging to go downstairs to unwrap her presents from Santa), you finally make your way downstairs. Spoiler alert: her puppy dog eyes win every time. 

It’s been a long year, one made exponentially better by the warmth brought by your little family. The little giggles, the sound of wrapping paper being torn open to reveal months of hard work met with bright eyes, the feeling of Frankie’s arms wrapping around you as the two of you curl up on the couch and watch your daughter play with her new toys. She’s completely entranced by them, only tearing her attention away to look up every now and then with a “Mama, Daddy, look!!” that warms your heart in a way that no fire could hold a candle to. 

“Merry Christmas, Santa.” you turn your head to look up at Frankie, those strong arms tightening as your eyes meet his. He shakes his head with a laugh before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Merry Christmas, cariño.”

#pedrostories #pedrostoriesgift23 #frankie morales #frankie morales moodboard #dad!frankie #husband!frankie #morales family christmas card #christmas moodboard #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales is the loml thank you very much #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fic #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales christmas #frankie morales x wife!reader

[moralesmilesanhour]

Yknow, I actually would like to see what Miles would be like as the next (villain) Prowler on some evil shit, but not with Miles G. That's too easy ! ☝🏾 I want to see what would lead 1610 Miles down the exact same path as Aaron. I want generational-curse-doomed-by-the-narrative type shit. What if Jeff's greatest fears took on the shape of his son. And there was nothing he could do about it.

#i liveeee for family drama #yeah you're just like your family. now what. #blabbering #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #aaron davis #jefferson davis

[dex0s]

𝘖𝘮𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘸)

NOT PROOF READ (update it’s proof read)

One if your the sibling to miles (older or younger) AND their over protective… man all I have to said is good fucking luck because that thing you call freedom. Yeah that said bye bye too it because that shit will be gone before you can take your first breath

If you’re the child of Aaron (the uncle). You have freedom but it’s slowly going to rot away into nothing.

If you date anyone like ANYONE girl, boy, nonbinary their ass is getting there background check. Up,down, sideways, vertical, horizontal, and double take no word is going to be missed and oh if they found out your partner had something to do with the crime or just a red flag. Sadly that next day they got charged for that crime (or they made some shit up)

Grades… there’s two ways this can go

You’re miles sibling. Oh all I can say is pray to the lord above. They are on your ASS when it comes to grade. Just because your the young sibling (old sibling, too you’re a role model for miles) doesn’t mean you can just sit your pretty ass and slack off. Sure maybe that will let you off with a B or two but anything lower or more then two B’s. Your electronic devices anything that can go on social media and things you can watch TVs shows or movies, or anything else are all gone. There’s no more. Until you get your grades up.

Oh but if you Aaron’s kid. Heaven that all I can said. Sure he may ask why do you have the grade you got. But most of the time he doesn’t care. Your ass can have a Z (i dont know how but yea) and all he would do is ask why that grade and if you give a good answer why. He would just excuse the grade. But if your answer is not really that good like for example, saying you just didn’t want to do it, you’ll be a little bit disappointed in you, but end up not caring because he wants you to have fun in life and not you stuck studying and stressing over some test.

Friendships hmm again back with the miles sibling thing. Just like with the partner that background check is going to be looked at like when a crackhead looks at drugs. Sniffing out all the shit this ONE person did. And that would be for anyone your friends with. And with Aaron he doesn’t really doesn’t care who you’re friends with as long as you’re making good choices and not going out there sniffing cocaine and doing dumb shit.

You definitely have that parent lock thing on your phone or your parents put a time when you can be on your phone and then your phone locks and you can’t get in unless you have the password. You definitely have that and then weekly phone check ups to go through your messages, calls, pictures, your social media’s, everything.

 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸

#HELP WHO WAS THE PERSON THAT MADE THE OBSESSIVE MILES FAMILY #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse x reader #spider man miles morales #miles morales #male reader #gn reader #female reader #yandere family #yandere x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x female reader #yandere platonic #platonic #hobie spiderverse #spider gwen #spiderman miguel #miguel spiderverse #spider punk #spider man x reader #spiderman

[the-blind-assassin-12]

As Clear As Day

1200 words for 1200 followers #11

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This was actually the very first request that I got, and I have been sitting on it trying not to let it get too angsty... I might have dropped the ball on that one. Please don't hate me. The song chosen for this request is about a dream the singer had about her grandmother after her death, so I took that as inspiration for this piece. This is not connected to anything else I've written for Frankie and Reader and is meant to be read as stand alone.

Warnings: descriptions of a funeral, mention of death of a grandparent, fear, angst, language, nightmares

Requested by: Anonymous Song: Only If For A Night Character Choice: Frankie Morales - anon, I hope you can forgive me for this... but the song demanded it. Thank you for sending this in. <3

Summary: A terrible dream wakes you in the middle of the night and you're left to wonder if it was just that... or something darker.

Your dress is scratchy. It didn’t feel that way when you grabbed it off the rack at the store or when you tried it on in the fitting room. It’s been years since you bought it, though, and nearly as long since the last time you wore it, so maybe you’re misremembering. Maybe it’s always felt this way. Stiff. Like a canvas sack with a zipper along your spine. 

Stepping up to the food table, you stare down at the array of casseroles and salads in mismatched dishes. You recognize Lori Miller’s yellow pyrex, and you’re pretty sure that’s Mariella Garcia’s blue one next to it. Some are still wrapped with foil or covered with lids. There’s too much to be eaten all at once so they’ll  go into the freezer for the coming weeks. You’re not hungry and you can’t imagine many others are, either.

And that’s when it hits you - you’re not sure who this funeral is for. You haven’t even seen anyone yet. A pit opens in your stomach as your eyes fly around the room, searching for a face you know, heart pounding as you hope to find the one you love. But you don’t see Frankie anywhere. 

In your peripheral you spot Benny. He’s talking to Pope, both of their expressions bleak, their eyes on the brink of vacancy before Santi notices you and starts to head in your direction. Faceless strangers populate the rest of the room - apart from Will, who you can see stepping out the back door with a beer in his hand. 

Your heart slams against your ribs and your palms sweat and your goddamn dress is like sandpaper on your skin. And you still can’t find Frankie.

The walls start to spin as a wicked thought weasels its way into your brain. Maybe there’s a reason why you can’t find him. Maybe he’s - 

“Hey. C’mere.” 

Santiago reaches out and wraps you in a hug, his large hands pressing against the abrasive fabric covering your back. You hold onto him, unsure of yourself if you were to let go. 

“Santi, where’s-” 

The question never makes it past your lips. It’s replaced with a gasp as you bolt upright in the dark. 

“Frankie!” 

Chest heaving and cheeks wet, you reach for the lamp on your bedside. The walls of your bedroom come into view - deep forest green. Splotches of the paint still stain the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing in lieu of the black dress. It’s one of his and even though he’s been gone for a week, it smells like him. You clutch at it with shaking fingers, balling the worn material in your hands and letting it ground you. 

It was a dream. Not real. 

But that icy feeling doesn’t go away, even as your eyes land on the framed photo next to the lamp - the two of you at Murphy’s, Frankie’s arm around you. You had just stolen the hat right off his head to stick it on your own, leaving his curls in disarray and a laugh frozen on both of your faces. That was the first night Francisco Morales had told you that he loved you. It was the happiest you’d ever been. 

Looking at it now, in the immediate aftermath of the dream, it does little to put you at ease. You’ve had a similar dream once before, long ago.

You were nine and had never been to a funeral before, but that hadn’t stopped your brain from conjuring up details like the color and texture of the stone marking your grandmother’s grave or the way the bright green grass in the cemetery looked against the brand new fabric of your dress. You’d had that dream three days before she died and had been too afraid to tell your parents. The night she passed away she’d come to you in another dream, her voice soft and warm, not weak or brittle anymore. “Everything will be alright, sweetpea,” she’d said. “Everything will be as it should be.” 

You never had another dream like it. Until now. And you’d never told anyone about that dream. Except for Frankie. 

You take a breath and sit back against the headboard. Bringing your hands up, you run them over your hair and grab the base of your neck, trying to steady yourself. You go over the details again. 

Benny, Pope and Will were there. Tom and Frankie weren’t. You weren’t familiar enough with Tom’s ex-wife to know her casserole dishes but you noticed dishes belonging to Pope’s sister and Benny and Will’s mother. None of your own, though. And no one would expect a widow to bring food. 

A sob bubbles up at that thought and you stare down at the diamond Frankie put on your finger before leaving for Columbia. Is widow the right term if you’re not even married yet? 

You don’t fall back to sleep that night. The next two are just as restless. In the middle of the third night, your phone rings. A quick glimpse at the screen shows the call is coming from a restricted number. But it’s the time that gives you pause - the numbers read the same as they did when the nightmare had woken you up. 

“H-hello?” 

Your brain goes numb when you hear your name. In Pope’s voice. 

“Santi?” Your breath comes in gasps. “Why… why are you calling me?” 

He sighs heavily, swearing under his breath. “Fish is okay. Fuck, I’m sorry I probably scared the shit outta you.” His words are an instant balm and they let you take another breath. “Took one to the shoulder, he’s gettin’ it looked at right now. Asked me to call you, let you know he’s…”

He’s alive. He’s okay. He’s coming home to me. 

“W- what about… everyone else?” 

There’s a pause and when Pope speaks again his voice is strangled. “Tom.” He swallows and you feel a weight drop into your gut. “Tom didn’t make it.” He clears his throat. “Listen, I should go. Home soon, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You whisper the word and the call ends. 

Another three days pass before Frankie is at your front door. There’s a shallow cut across the crest of his cheek, two steri-strips holding it shut, and his right arm is in a sling. His eyes are wide and you know he’s only seconds away from losing it as they lock with yours. You’re already there, tears flowing like rivers from your lashes to your lips. 

He steps inside and you wind your arm around his middle. For a long time it’s silent, the two of you holding one another, your hair growing damp where he rests his face against it. When he finally speaks, his words shock you. 

“I had a dream, the night I got shot.” He sighs shakily. “You came to me. Told me to come home.” His one good arm tightens around you. “Told me to fight to get back to you and-” 

That’s when he breaks and you both sink to the floor. You stroke his curls, pressing your lips wherever they land. “Shh, it’s okay, Frankie.” There’s too much to talk about but only one thing that matters. “You’re home.”

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[nekoro-san]

About Yuri in episode 28

(The episode is already aired so it’s not spoiler guess)

This is a review for today episode because it will Yuri centric and how he’s working in SSS. I have seen lot of negative reviews of this manga chapter 41 but then this is one a few of my chapter and I want to point a few positive and a few of my favorite moments, like this

When Franklin talked to his sick father about their poverty and have no medical to save his mother death. Yuri expression showing emotionless in that panel when he heard their struggles. In my theory , it could be a hint of Briars mother has the same path, to died of poverty and sickness. And Yuri might felt empty after that happens. So might be it’s showing Yuri does felt empathy to Franklin in that moment.

I do remember when Yuri tutor Anya, he also said that he also wants to study about medicine to cure his sister when she was sick. And in lightnovel, he wants Anya to choose the job that can make money so that she would not end up poverty like him and Yor did.

Go back to Frank, I think there is an interesting part after Yuri heard that line of Franklin and his father advise him to change his job for a better life, Franklin refused because to have this job can earn more better money.

In later page, based on Yuri eyes, I do think that he really wants Franklin to change his ideal after his father words, but Franklin still send the reports, to earn the dirty money he wants. For me, like most plot convience , I do want Yuri came out and said how disappointed of him to disobey his dad words and let Franklin change his mind. But Yuri didn’t.

I think there is reason why.In early page, Yuri already act without action, to almost killed him because of the words when Franklin said to the kids about the sss, Yuri’s boss claim him down and told him to wait for “evidences”. That’s why Yuri follow his boss order to do it. Tbh if he didn’t disobey his boss, this sence will be different, but then this is a part of his character development in future. And to show the way the sss shut out their dark secrets 🤷‍♀️ ( of course for a youngster like Yuri, he doesn’t aware of this but to be obedient as a lapdog and how sss control his strength to promote and overworked him)

But what I really love is, Yuri is still Yuri. Despite he doesn’t like Franklin actions, but that didn’t mean he didn’t felt sympathy to his circumstances. He can and still disobey orders, just in his own way. And it’s prove from the moment Yuri said that he will support the financial to Frank’s father. That’s the 1st time the series show Yuri has empathy to Franklin because he also does same thing, to do dirty works for the sake of family. Yuri doesn’t need to do it, but he still do anyway.

This chapter and the moment he felt emotionless ( remind me of Loid expression) make me shed a tear. He’s a good kid. His moral has been messed up and brainwashed, but he does try to do right thing ( even it’s morally confused).

What bother me that I hope to see what’s his interaction with different targets. I always want to see a side story of Yuri meeting Franklin dad and maybe they are sharing the about their past and struggles. This could be a good character development for him because he does showing sympathy to others, whenever it’s family matter. However the story always implies sss being an antagonist side and how brainwashed they would be so it could be never happen.

For me. I do hope in the future chapter, there would be a big consequences of sss that Yuri had to face and he may choose the option to know there would be better way to give his sister a peaceful life.

*Future arc spoilers* Hence, I always to see one of Yuri future colleagues,Chloe, might change his decision on his life. I like Yuri boss but so far he only care about Yuri for his sss job more than to let Yuri disobey his orders ( and his boss starts to notice Yuri didn’t obey his orders at all, especially in bus jacking arc) . In mole arc, Chloe knows that Yuri didn’t obey orders but she seems to care about Yuri reckless condition more than her own mission, which I found adorable. Interacting more with Chloe may let Yuri realize there is someone better to protect, someone that didn’t care for his mission but care for him well being truly. But that is my two cents as if the author want to or not. 🤷‍♀️

#spy x family #yuri briar #also this is my personal opinion on this chapter so it’s okay you don’t like him or what I analyze #but I believe Yuri is still the most interesting character to me because his moral has been up and down along as the story go and depend #on the reader interpretation #i just think the siscon it’s so unnecessary but I’m glad it’s already tone it down to a dumb brother overprotective to your mom geét marr #but this is still Spy family and not focus on sss so I cannot expecting much #spy x family Spoiler

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

Love in another univers

So this story follows the line where Miles gets into his universe and needs the help of his sister to fix everything together but what if a certain vampire spiderman decides to stop it.

So this should be the first part of the story also English is not my first language so it is possible that the story will contain mistakes.

Incredible pressure in the ears, nausea and fear. All this Miles felt as he traveled into his universe, still feeling the fear of what he had just experienced. He could still feel the betrayal digging deeper into his heart. He was afraid of what other spider people would do, afraid of what Miguel would do. When the portal threw him out all he needed was a sense of security and someone to confide in about everything he'd been through. He needed his older sister. Miles loved his sister, always helping him through the fights they had. It was she and uncle Aaron who brought him to art. She was the one he came to when he was bitten by a radioactive spider. He came to her when they needed her to fix the flash drive. And so his sister knew of his identity and that of everyone else. She helped them save the multiverse, and a month later was even accepted into Miles's school as a development teacher. Everything was great, she even invented a lot of trappings for Miles, even covering for him at school when he had to go on emergency missions also very effectively lying to their mother about Miles' Spanish grades. And so, for Miles, the only option was to go to his sister. When he landed on the balcony he started knocking on the window, not liking to enter without his sister's knowledge. Plus, the lights were still on, so she was awake anyway. A moment later he saw the silhouette in the window. "Miles, what are you doing here so late and where have you been I was worried about you." she scolded him as she let him in.,, What on earth..."She tried to continue the debate, but Miles gave her a stifling hug.Y/N hugged him back and began to stroke his hair.,"You want to talk about what happened to Hermano Bebe.So Miles told her everything that weighed on his mind. Y/N listened patiently and left about halfway through, returning with two mugs of hot chocolate. "Miles, don't worry, we'll manage to help you with whatever you need." she said, suddenly stroking his hair. "I'm afraid something will happen to you or someone else, I don't want to lose you  as an uncle, I'm also worried about Miguel or someone coming after me."Don't worry Hermano Bebe you can stay a few weeks I can walk you to school and we'll figure something out." she said, hugging him. "What if I screw up what if I'm not strong enough.Y/N swore she saw tears in his eyes.,,Hermano Bebe from what you told me you were able to lure thousands of spider people out of their center and totally kicked the ass of their leader, if anyone's strong enough that's you and that's enough for today, now you're gonna go to sleep and go to school tomorrow.Miles merely nodded and watched as she left, returning with the spare pair of pajamas he kept in her apartment. Miles and I went to school the following morning. Miles ran off to retrieve his backpack, which had been left in his dorm. She went on to her cabinet, where she kept the materials for the first hour. The cabinet was originally for two professors, but so far I'm the only one in it. When she unlocked the door and entered the cabinet, she almost bumped into huge figures .,"What are you doing here this is my cabinet, and who are you." the man looked at you and what he replied almost gave me a heart attack. “My name is Miguel O'hara, and today I joined as a new teacher.                

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[itsmebytch001]

If you are gonna continue ‘my cousin as my keeper’ can you make bloom more of a pick me and ‘the main character’ personality like she is in the show?

I love it when people request stuff, It's makes me so very happy.

My Cousin As My Keeper: Pt 2

In the begging, It was just you two once Aaron got the ball's to reconnect with Jeff.

You were so close in age, only 4 months apart you were raised as siblings. Up until High School you were in education together, all through middle school Mile's was your main guy, while he had other friends who he would sometimes hang out with, most the time it was just you two, sitting in the back field, playing, chatting or gossiping.

Though people knew you as Mile's cousin, and not Y/N, he was always there to back you in any situation.

Girls making fun of you? He's there.

Boys pulling your hair? He's there.

Got in a physical fight? He's pulling you away from the fight before it get's too much.

But as soon as Mile's got into Visions, the rift grew large and fast, while you were happy for Mile's you did feel inadequete to him, he was so smart and so damm good at so many things natrually it made you feel small.

And that's not to say you didn't do okay.

You got into a high grade all girls catholic school, just barely.

And by senior year, you had established a good group of friends, a social life and a repuation for being a party gal, it's not like you were out of control though, you never got black out drunk, you never took any drugs, not even weed, You always looked after your friends at a party and you never went home with a guy.

In fact, you had never even have sex yet, seems catholic school was good for something.

And some point your Dad Aaron got real paranoid about you hooking up with guys behind his back and getting pregnant, but being a single Dad, He asked your Auntie Rio to give you the scare talk...That was very simllair to the school scare talk.

She asked you hushly, while your Dad was in the next room if you were using protection.

Rio: "Bebe, And be honest with me, are you being safe?"

Y/N: "Amti (Arabic for Aunt) I'm not having sex"

She raised an eye brow to you.

Y/N: "Really I'm not" You say truthfully.

Luckily, she belived you.

This did nothing to change to no guys rule, witch you were with you didn't have many male friends.

But One time Musa brought over Riven over with out asking, when your Dad came home from work and saw Riven with his over gelled hair sitting at his dinner table, drinking from his cup, he lost it, throwing both Musa and Riven out.

Aaron: "What have I told you about having guys over"

Y/N: "Dad's it's not lik-"

Aaron: "What have I told you?!"

Y/N: "...Not to have guys over"

Aaron: "And who was that?"

Y/N: "Riven"

Aaron: "Who is?"

Y/N: "Musa's boyfriend?"

Aaron: "Who is?"

Y/N: "...A man"

Aaron: "Excatly, so why was he in my damm house?"

Y/N: "Musa brought him over, I didn't know she was brining him"

Aaron: "And you let him inn?"

Y/N: "What was I supposed to do?"

Aaron:" Send him off?"

Y/N: "I didn't want to be rude"

Aaron: "I don't care"

Y/N huffed looking round the room, confused as what to say.

Aaron: "go to your room"

Y/N: "Are you serious?"

Aaron: "Go to your damm room before I take your phone"

Y/N: "Okay fine jeez"

You say, slipping off into your room, laying down on your bed.

It was times like these you would message your Girl friends:

Clicking off your phone, you lay it down on the table.

You hear a knock at your door, as your Dad meekly opens it.

Aaron: "Listen, I'm sorry I yelled at you, but you can't be having over boys at this house, m'kay?"

Y/N: "Yeah I know but it's not like that"

Aaron: "Yeah yeah Riven is Mua's shitty boyfriend she refuses to leave, I know, just don't have any boys over capish?"

Y/N: "What if I'm gay, then Can't I have girls over?"

Aaron: "Are you gay? It's totally fine if you ar_" He's scrambling.

Y/N: "Dad, chill its fine I understand"

Aaron: "You didn't answer my question"

Y/N: "You will never know..."

Confuzzled, Aaron shuts the door, only to open it right back up again.

Aaron: "Also, i'm going to be gone by morning, and I'll be back round tuesday afternoon"

Y/N: "kmay"

Aaron: "No funny buisnesse while I'm gone, okay?"

Y/N: "Yes"

Aaron: "And Imma have Mile's come over at some point to make sure of it"

Y/N: "Ugh, why?"

Aaron: "Beacuse I said so"

He shuts the door again.

Ugh, he always dose this, sends Miles to be your watchman when he's gone for more than a day.

And you just knew he was going to fuck up your movie trip with the girls.

And so the sun rose, and other day began as you checked you Dad's room to see if he was gone, he was leaving you a note on the fridge saying again 'No Funny Buinesse'

And so you spent the day, roaming round your home, catching up on homework, finishing up a dress and getting ready for the party.

You looked over at yourself in your full body mirror, all dolled up doing yourself a little twirl with your beautiful pink dress, now it wasn't the most convervative dress, it was the kind of dress if youre Dad saw you wear, he'd send you right back into you room to change, but he wasn't hear...

You and the girls had all conjegated at your home, as it was in reasonable walking distance from all their homes, and would take less time for Stella just to collect you all at once then stopping off every 10 minutes.

So as you re applied your last layer of gloss, and re-ajusted your lashes, checking your phone for the time, 16:33, soon Stella would he here to pick you all up.

While the girls sat in the living room, scrolling through their phones, chatting about boyfriends, Musa pops her head though the door,

Musa: "Hey...Youre totally not weird cousin is at the window"

Oh God

Miles has entered the living room observing all you pink friends, taken aback just by how intense the magenta hue is in the room. He also knows' you aren't supposed to be having people over and they know that too, theyre all glaring at him.

He gives them a sheepish smile before heading to your room, passing Musa glaring him down.

Miles: "Hey?"

Y/N: "What are you doing here Miles?"

You ask, looking at him through the mirror.

He looks you up and down, slightly teriffied.

Miles: "What are you wearing?"

Y/N: "A dress?"

Miles: "...M'kay"

You continued adjusting your earings as he layed down on youre bed.

Y/N: "What are you doing on my bed?"

Miles: "What are you doing brining all these girls over, huh?"

...

Y/N: "there not boys"

Miles: "Dosen't matter, you aren't supposed to have people here period"

Y/N: "Oh my god Mile's it is not that deep"

Miles: "Send them home"

Y/N: "What?"

Miles: "Send them home."

Y/N: "Miles its calm, were just going to see Barbie"

Miles: "ah, I should have seen that"

Y/N: "and it's been ages since we all hanged out, PLEASE don't ruin this for me I just wanna hang out with my girls!"

Miles: "...If you let me go with you all?"

Y/N: "what?"

Miles: "if you let me go with ya'll I wont tell anybody you had like 5 people over with Aarons permission"

Y/N: "are you serious?"

Miles: "Yeah"

Y/N: "But are you serious?"

Miles: "Yeah?"

Miles stood up and leant agansit your wardrobe.

Miles: "What's so wrong with me seeing Barbie with ya'll? Seem's a bit steryo typical" He smirked at you.

Y/N: "Oh my God, your'e serious?"

Miles: "yeah, I am"

Y/N: "...fine"

Miles: "Great"

Miles head's for your room door, looks you at and down before closing the door on you.

Miles: "By the way, you look a GTA stripper"

Y/N: "Fuck you Miles"

Miles, now re entering the living room had all The Winx, missing Stella and Bloom were glaring at him.

Miles: "..hey"

They all passivley ignore him, continue scrolling on thier phones, and having small private chats.

Clearly not wanted, he quietly slipped back into your room.

Y/N: "What?"

Miles: "Your Girls keep just starring me down"

Y/N: "Maybe if you didn't show up uninvited to all our hang outs they wouldn't"

Miles: "Well maybe you should invite me?"

Y/N: " We're a girl group kinda thing Miles, also you are my cousin, it's weird to just have a family member looming round house while we all just chat"

Miles: "Well why is it weird?"

Y/N: "Beacuse it just is"

Miles: "but why?"

Y/N: "It just is Miles, and besides you don't even like any of them"

Miles: "That isn't true...I do notice though that you don't have Stella or Bloom over? You drop them?"

Y/N: "No? Bloom's hanging out with Sky this weekend, and Stella is actually all picking us up"

Miles: "Oh"

Y/N: "What's your problem with them anyways?"

Miles: "Nothin, I just Think Stella is a bad influcne, and Bloom's just a bit much"

Y/N: "Bad influence?"

Miles: "yeah, before you two beacome friends you weren't sneaking round, lying to the family or skipping out on us"

Y/N: "Mile's its not like that-"

Miles: "Isn't it? One moment you were coming round for dinner every Friday, and now I only see you like 2 times a month"

Y/N: "Mile's just beacuse I'm having fun dosne't mean I'm abandoning my family"

Miles: "it feel's that way. Every time my Mom ask's me how your'e doing, of youre doing okay I can't give her a honest asnwer, beacuse i don't know beacuse I never see you"

Y/N: "Mile-"

Miles: "And the only time's I see you, when your'e Dad hasn't dragged you over for dinner, is when he sends me to come find you when your'e out with fucking Stella, getting drunk or high, doing reckless shit all the time"

Y/N: "Mile's, Stella is a good friend she takes care of me at these functions"

Miles: "that is not fucking true"

Y/N: "Isn't it?"

Miles: "just last month I found you dancing of a damm rooftop!"

Y/N: "haha" You giggled at the found fresh memory.

Miles: " Don't fucking laugh, you think shit is funny?"

Y/N: "Oh my GOD Mile's you are such a -"

The door swings open, Its Ayesha, the most honest about her dislike Of Miles.

Ayesha: "Heard some yelling, You okay?" She asked you, ignoring Miles.

Y/N: "yeah I'm good"

Ding

You checked your phone too see Stella had messaged you

You turn to Ayesha

Y/N: "Stella's outside"

Ayesha: "Kay, Miles are you serioulsy wearing that?"

Miles: "Yeah, what's wrong with what I'm weaing"

He said, dressed in a huge puffer jacket, trousers and a white jumper.

Ayesha: "Are you serious?"

Miles: "Yeah?"

Ayesha turnded to you.

Ayesha: "Is he serious?"

Y/N: "I think so"

Miles: "What is wrong with what i'm wearing?!"

Ayesha: "Were going to see Barbie"

Miles: "Yeah I know"

Ayesha: "So wear something pink!"

Miles: " Dose It look like I have anything pink to change into?"

Ayesha: "Wear something of Y/N's"

Miles looked between you and Ayesha.

Miles: "Are you serious?"

Y/N: "Yep"

Miles took a step back from you, afraid of misschevoius grin.

Ayesha: "Stella won't even let you in the car if you don't""

Miles looked over at you, pleading.

Miles: "if you put me in a dress, I will never forgive you"

Miles stood on the pavement with you and the girls, wanting nothing more than to shrivel and die where he stood. Wearing a bright pink Barbie t shirt and worse, pink juicy couture leggings, the back concleaded by his jacket.

God please take me now he thought.

As Stella pulled up to the side, Mile's was reminded of how rich she was in her limozine.

she rolled down her window, already glaring at you once she saw Mile's.

She rolled her eyes, and gestured for you all to get in the car, as you all shuffled in, he noticed the pink ring light illumating the inside, with a two bottle's of champaigne in an ice bowl in the center.

As Musa poured everyone a glass, and passed one to you, you saw Miles give you a warning look before you downed it.

Pulling up outside the cinema you all shuffled out as the shoefer took off in the limo, Miles observed all the other people around, clearly going to see Barbie aswell dressed in silly pink outfits.

As they all shuffled in and qued for the tickets, Mile's had never been more self aware of the fact he was now the other in the group. No one was talking to him, despite standing right next to you, you were to deep in conversation with Musa to realise.

Stella walked up to the counter.

Stella: " 7 Tickets please...Samantha" She said looking down at her chest to see her name tag.

Samantha: "for what Movie?"

They all stare at her confused.

Musa: "...Barbie?"

She huffed as she handed you the tickets and you all handed her back the money.

Once all in your seats, you all sat through the half hour of ad's and finally when the room dimmed, and the opening credits began you all sighed with relife.

Almost two hours later the film had ended, and though Miles thought it was good, he didn't understand why you were all crying, he being the only guy, stood in the middle of a huddle of girls softly crying, holding each other trying to sooth one another.

Again, he was reminded that he was the other.

As Stella's shofer appeared again to drop you all home, you expected for Miles to simply get in aswell, but once you were all inside you watched him begin to walk off in the opposite direction. You rolled down the window to check on him.

Y/n: "Ay Mile's, You good?"

Miles: "yeah I'm good"

Y/n: "You gonna get in the car"

Miles: "Nah. I'm going to walk home"

Y/n: "oh...okay"

You watched Mile's walk off into the backround as the car drove off into the opposite direction, slumped over.

And while Mile's walked the streets of New York alone, again he reflected on wether or not you and Mile's were really friends.

Like, you knew you were family, but if you were family why did you treat your friends better than him?

You were there for them, you hanged out with them, you texted them first you actually engaged with them, so why not him? What did they have that he didn't?

What did they have that he didn't.

#yandere spiderverse #My cousin is my keeper #yandere miles morales #platonic yandere #yandere family #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader #miles morales x reader #Morales Family x reader #yandere morales family

[ack4rwoman]

Heyy, this is for your “liar, liar” fic lore. I was wondering how Gojo became Megumi’s godfather? Loving the fic btw, so just wanted to know how the family became a family in the fic? Geto too and his daughters. Also Tsumiki - in the Anime she’s Toji’s stepdaughter so what are the relations in this fic? Sorry if this makes no sense I’m operating on 3 hours of sleep but this fic is too good 🤩 An alternate world where they’re all happy and Megumi has a childhood friends to lovers with reader? Count me in.

omg i love answering questions and i love talking about the family dynamic so plS, SEND IN MORE 😭❤️

let's start off with gojo and megumi (my favourite duo in canon and fanon 😋).

just bare in mind that i'm not gonna reveal too much info, mainly 'cause i have a whole other sequel/prequel (idk what to call it because of it's very unique layout) for the whole family situation i have going on here :)

to fit the whole godparent situation better, i had gojo aged up about 2-3 years so that when megumi would be born (2002) gojo would be 17, a fine age to be appointed godfather to a child (even if it is pretty young). so gojo's birth year is 1987.

how did he become a godfather to megumi? it's a stupid way, really, because the family dynamic is a literal joke (you'd have seen this in chapter 3, the airport scene, where literal CHAOS ensues wherever they go). long story short: at mamaguro's work place, where gojo worked for a bit at 17, it involved interacting with kids, like toddler aged kids and so on. she saw this, saw how he was doing pretty well with them, and after forming a bond with him, appointed him as godfather 💀 (without telling toji). and that's it, really. now you might assume that this is why toji hates gojo in the fic, and to some extent, it is, but there is a WHOLE different back story to that which i don't want to dive into just yet, and once the initial fic is done, you'll know :)

as for geto and his daughters, it's even more simpler than gojo and megumi, really. in chapter 2 of ‘liar, liar,’ i mentioned the kfc breakup and how i changed it for the fic. gojo and geto were going to work in a state school because of the whole we-hate-rich-people vibe they have going on (a parallel to the canon-verse where they hate curses and have to protect the weak: here, they're protecting the poor). but geto ends up working at a private school without letting gojo know and he reveals it at kfc 😔 (poor gojo). now why does this relate to mimiko and nanako? geto visits an orphanage, sees mimiko and nanako as vulnerable, weak kids, and then adopts them. simple as. nothing spoiler-worthy here :)

now for tsumiki and toji! this was really difficult for me to decide. you're right, in the anime, she's his stepdaughter, but there's a reason why in the fic, she isn't. instead, she's his goddaughter. initially, i wasn't going to have tsumiki in the fic, but then i remembered how important she is to megumi in canon, and you'll have noticed how i keep canon in the story but change it so there're no curses, killing, or fictional aspects (everything is realistic). if i kept her as toji's stepdaughter, it would have meant that he had relations to her mother, which wouldn't have been bad at all, if mamaguro didn't exist. but she does. because again, this universe is where everyone lives and nobody dies. so he has no relations to tsumiki's mother the way that he had in the anime (sleeping with her for money). but how did he become her godfather? there had to be some relationship if not for that type?

i can't go into too much detail with this. it relates to the whole gojo/toji situation, and therefore contains a lot of spoilers. all you need to know, as of now, is that he became her godfather through her dad, his former best friend. there's a reason why, there's a whole backstory to that and the clan's involvement to it, which will be explained in the sequel/prequel :)

your ask made perfect sense! don't worry about it, i'm so glad you're interested in the story! ty for sending in ur question, you dk how much i enjoyed writing all this for you <33

#i can’t wait for you guys to see the whole backstory #there’s sm to talk about including the clan involvement #the gojos and the zenins i mean #‘cause like i said #i wanted to keep everything parallel to canon #even tho i made all the evil characters good here #there are still MORALLY evil people here #which is why there are strained relationships in the family (including ogi/toji #or ogi/maki or ogi/gojo or gojo/toji #i love found family #so there’s more good than bad but still #y/n prefers the family she has with megumi than her blood relations LMFAO #anyway just stay tuned for everything! #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi imagine #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x you #fushiguro x you #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro megumi x you #little megumi x you #fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro #jjk x you #jjk x reader #little megumi

[punkeropercyjackson]

JGSHAHQHALWAVAIW LEAVE MY SON ALONE😭😭😭😭😭

#hobie brown #nora morales #gamerpunk #< familial selfship tag #ace hobie #team dad hobie #trans hobie brown #unlabeled hobie brown #hobie is jamaican #mama's boy hobie #autistic hobie brown #spider manager #hobie(among many other names)morales #spiderpunk comics #atsv #btsv #spiderman #punkflower #ghostpunk #punkbyte #dating routes #t4t dating routes #💌 #summerposting #x black!reader

[tojisbbygworl]

Just finished Open House 🤪 thank GAWD. Im ready to write my spiderverse ideas now I have something real angsty for Hobie coming up. And then a cute Miles imagine (not romantic)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #Toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro x black reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fluff #good dad Toji #Fushiguro family life #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk x reader #black reader #miles morales imagine #hobie my beloved

[pablopascal]

Masterlist

A/N: This is multifandom account!! I will be updating when I can. I am a college student working in their internships and taking classes. I'm very busy but answer quickly when available. Please leave asks or pm me for requests. The requests box is open for the time being. I hope I can write more over the summer. HAVE A GREAT DAY BESTIES!! *DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE*

Pedro Pascal Characters x reader

My Fireflies Francisco "Catfish" Morales x fem!reader word count: 974 warnings: fluff

Bucky Barnes x reader

To live Bucky Barnes x fem!reader word count: 3.9k warnings: nightmare, cussing, nudity (not much)

Dusk till Dawn Bucky Barnes x fem!reader word count: 1.0k warnings: death, apocalypse au, needles, fluff, angst

Dabi x fem!Reader

Another Love Dabi x fem!reader word count: 1.2k warnings: death, abuse, lots of angst, some fluff, slowburn in the beginning, spoilers, Dabi’s pov is italicized

Moodboards

A/N: I make mood boards in my spare time. I have a masterlist for them specifically. I will link the list below for everyone to view it. List link

PEACE OUT BITCHES!! HAVE FUN READING!!

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#Masterlist pablopascal #pedropascal #pedro pascal x reader #catfish morales #catfish morales x reader #bucky imagine #james barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #fluff #angst #dabi my hero academia #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #todoroki family #dabi todoroki #mha dabi #reader #reader insert #female reader