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adora-but-ginger · 11 months

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(Not So) Champagne Problems

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

summary: he had infuriated you, and you deserved a drink.

word count: 3.2(ish)

warnings: drinking, reader being at a bar, intoxication, drunk!reader, swearing, a stabbing and an injury, angst but also fluff don't you worry, a little bit of klepto tendencies, no y/n used, mentions of death?, brief talk of a lack of self-care, miguel having feeeeelings

a/n: it's one am and i crunched this out in two days so no beta we die like men (gender neutral). also since i don't speak spanish i used spanishdict.com, but if i messed anything up please let me know and i will fix it!

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one more thing! don't repost my stories, otherwise i can sense a real nasty cold coming your way that will last just long enough that it becomes annoying, and when you think it's gone it will come back for another week. don't be like that, you don't want that, do you?

thank you for reading! -ella

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By now, the sun had long set, and your vision was a little blurry.

You had to have been on what, four? Five drinks? And were surely going to be cut off if you asked for another. But you fucking deserved these drinks, after what Miguel had put you through. He had the nerve to bench you after you saved his life.

The only other thing he had was the audacity.

As you placed the remnants of the fruity drink back down on the bar, your mind swirled with what had gone down earlier that day.

"Where's our anomaly at?" You heard Peter B shout from behind you, a giggling mayday in the baby carrier attached to his front.

"I'm rounding on them now, Miguel do you see them from up top?" How Jess could speak into her comms without the wind from her bike getting picked up was beyond you. You were swinging through a train tunnel of this particular universe, tasked with trying to catch the anomaly alongside Peter B from below. Jess took the road route, and Miguel took the birds eye--there was no way this villain of the week had a shot at escaping.

"Yeah Jess, eyes on them now. Heading down."

Woof. Miguel got on your nerves more than you'd like to admit, but man did his voice send a shiver down your spine.

"We're existing the tunnel now, eyes on them." You answered for Peter and you, checking back to make sure he was still good before the light of the day enveloped your vision.

One thing led to another, and soon enough you saw what was going to happen before you could warn him. There was the anomaly, fighting Miguel, who stood with his claws out and fangs bared. This anomaly could phase between states of solid and liquid, and just as Miguel was about to paralyze them, they switched states, forming back to solid right behind him.

And sure, maybe you had a certain lack of self-preservation that made the team a little concerned, but you had lost enough in your life to get to that point. So that's why when you moved to block the anomaly's strike from Miguel instead allowing the hit to come to you, you didn't think much of it. In fact, you'd gotten your hopes up thinking that he might even be grateful.

But no, he was most certainly not. The anomaly was quickly taken down afterwards, the familiar glow of Miguel's red eyes painting your vision every now and then as the job finished up. The anomaly had stabbed you, not in anywhere too concerning, but it still hurt.

From there it was a bit of a blur, with images of the portal and the team and Miguel running through your mind, until you were in the infirmary with stitches in your shoulder and the tall brooding man towering over you with his arms crossed.

"You were stupid." He had said in the infirmary.

"A thank you would have been nice. My shoulder is the same height as your heart, and the anomaly had a perfect shot." You had scoffed at him, and his face had flashed with a look mixed between anger and something you couldn't quite place.

"And what if they missed and had gotten your neck instead? In no universe do I want to deal with you dying, especially right in front of me, for me." His tone had developed a softer edge toward the tail end of the sentence, his jaw clenching. He hated the vulnerability, and you saw right through him.

You weren't too sure what you and him were, in terms of a label. Sure, you'd been one of the first spider-people to be recruited into his (not so) little boy band, and sure you had seen glimpses of him that no other spider-person had seen, but the latter had only been done late after hours between shared cups of tea or as he laid in bed falling asleep holding you. But then again, he always had that stoic look to him otherwise, with his mountain of an ego and his asshole-like behavior.

It was complicated with him.

"Plus, I would have to deal with mess of your death." There it was.

You rolled your eyes and stood to get up, him walking to your side to help you maintain balance from the pain of your cells rapidly healing.

"For the next few missions, I want you back with Lyla."

You turned to him then with anger washing over you. "You're benching me?"

"Yes, until you can prove you're not going to do something as reckless as that again."

And then the argument broke out, and he fought you on your recklessness and its consequences. Well, fuck him then.

He never took the time to think about what would happen if the anomaly did strike him, heightened healing abilities or not. It's hard to heal from an impaling of the heart. And he refused to listen to anything you said to justify your actions.

He was so bullheaded and strict, and you were tired of it, tired of him. If he wanted to bench you? Fine. But he could kiss those late nights goodbye, no matter how much you craved his sweatpants and t-shirt look, with his fluffy, soft hair, his so broad shoulders, the fangs, oh the fangs, and his a-- enough.

Snap yourself out of it. You cursed to yourself and flagged the bartender down, your intoxicated state making your hand sway a little as you did so. The bartender looked over at you and shook their head, making you loll your head back in irritation.

Big mistake.

Rapidly shutting your eyes, a groan accompanied you as you felt the effects of the alcohol sink in. You had taken off your watch too which you severely regretted now, because not only were you about to glitch any minute, you needed to talk to Peter. He would know what to do, and the watch was the quickest way to contact him. But it was in your bag somewhere, and you would rather suffer the consequences than even try to look in that thing right now.

His spider senses must have been pretty accurate because not even three minutes later your phone was ringing, his name appearing on the screen.

He spoke your name into the phone upon your answering, and you chuckled as you pictured him in that pink robe, probably pacing in some rabbit slippers too. Not that there was anything wrong with that of course.

"Hey Petey B, what's up?" You tried to muster all of the shards of your soberness to sound as articulate as possible, which was not much.

"Where are you? Hobie said he saw you walk out after getting in a fight with the big guy, and we've been trying to get ahold of you for hours now!"

You snorted. "I'm fine, Peter, just..." You trailed off, the sight of a rather interesting wine bottle catching your attention.

Your name was called again, his voice reverberating through the microphone. "Hm? Hey Peter, Can I tell you a secret?" You whispered back, a giggle following the beginning of your little confession.

"Are-are you drunk?"

You scoffed and continued on disregarding what he said. "Miguel definitely doesn't want me sharing this, but he's being a big ol' mean bundle of muscles so I'm going to anyway." You looked around to make sure no one else was listening to your drunken ramble and whispered into the phone. "He'll deny it until the day he dies, but he likes being the little spoon." Another giggle followed after that, thinking of what else to tell the brown-haired father about Miguel.

"Yep, oookay you are definitely drunk, and in no universe did I want to learn that information. Where are you? Lyla--" You tuned out after that, focusing again on that wine bottle you fancied. It would make for a perfect vase, and if you could just avoid bringing attention to yourself--

"Hey! Listen, I have to get back home with mayday, but Lyla found your location and is sending for someone to pick you up, okay?" His concerned voice made you worry a little. Maybe he needed a little pick me up.

"Peter you should know that you're such a good friend, you don't need to worry silly." A hiccup accompanied your words of attempted comfort. "You don't need to have anyone come get me, I'm fine--"

That's when the pain started--your heart feeling like it was being ripped from you. The feeling surged through your body at a wicked pace then, with your nerves burning as if they were on fire. You felt like you could feel your molecules splitting apart, the pain circling through you for what felt like an eternity, when in reality it couldn't have been more than a few moments.

You hadn't glitched in a while, and you forgot how much it hurt and threw you off-balance. Add on top that you were pretty intoxicated, and you felt like your world was upside down, literally, because your vision danced, and you couldn't locate any solid surface to grab onto.

You must have dropped your phone while you glitched because it was no longer in your hand, and as your senses started to half-hazardly return, you fought to keep everything in your system. Yeah, you seriously regretted not putting the watch back on. Of course, they could still track it if it wasn't on your wrist. You should have just left it at the Spider Society. Or better, you should've just returned home.

But you needed to escape, and you weren't thinking clearly after you fought with Miguel.

Miguel. Stupid, cold, stoic Miguel. Hot, soft, sexy Miguel. Couldn't hold in his anger for the life of him and doesn't know how to properly process emotions Miguel. Sweet, aggravatingly cute, loving Miguel.

"You think I'm cute?"

The low accented voice made you whip around, your head catching up a moment after your body, making you sway. You stuck your hands out to catch yourself from falling off the chair, your arm hitting a hard surface.

Ow. Did you just say that out loud?

"Yes, you did." The same voice, unimpressed, crossed his arms.

There Miguel stood, clad in everyday clothes, jaw clenched and shoulders taught as he looked at you in your drunken state. "Come on, we're going home." He grabbed your arm from where it laid against his chest, lowering it while using his other hand to support you while you stood up. You could hear him say a string of curses in Spanish before meeting your eyes, an annoyed look reflecting from them.

"You can't just walk out of there into the city this late at night without telling anyone that you're leaving. Something bad could've happened to you."

You rolled your eyes and pushed his arm away, reaching for your bag and missing a couple times before grabbing its handle. "Oh, stop pretending you care, Mr. 'you're off duty even though I'd be dead if you hadn't stepped in'." Almost stepping on your dropped phone, you bent over to try to pick it up, nearly falling over as you did so, the world spinning. A hand lightly grabbed your waist to steady you, and you cursed at his subtle show of affection.

"You dealt with that by getting drunk?" He said as he helped you back up, placing some money on the bar. "That's extremely irresponsible."

"Tough talk coming from someone who gets his anger out by throwing desks." Why did he have to be the one to pick you up? Why couldn't it have been literally anyone else?

An annoyed huff sounded from him then, and you turned to fully face the spider. Giving him a good once over, you couldn't help but become a little flustered at how he looked. Yes, you were extremely fed up with him right now, but jeans, on that ass? Accompanied with the compression shirt he donned, well, you took a good drink of him in. Enough of that, he benched you.

"We're going home, come on." He tried to coax you from your spot again, but to no avail. You may be drunk, but you still were stubborn.

You scrunched your eyebrows and crossed your arms. "No. Not until you un-bench me."

You heard him take another deep breath, you clearly getting on his nerves, but you couldn't care less. "I took you off duty because you don't care about yourself and your well-being, and until you can prove that you're going to be safe out there, we'll find something for you to do."

He really had the nerve, huh? "Oh come on, you would have done the same for me, and you know exactly why I did why I did. Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn't have taken my place if the roles were reversed.

He hesitated a moment, deciding whether or not to indulge your drunken challenge.

"I wouldn't have."

You snorted in response, pushing his hand away from you. "Liar." The floor was still spinning, but you weren't going to show any signs of that to him. You tried to turn around and wave for another drink to be brought your way, but the bartender paid you no mind. "If you think you can come in here and be mean to me, especially after earlier, think again Miguel."

He grabbed your shoulder then, turning you towards him a second? Third time? He was always more touchy when it was just the two of you, not that you were complaining. You heard him mumble under his breath, though he never talked that loud in public settings--you figured it had something to do with his fangs. Oh, those fangs, those--

Snap out of it.

"Dios mío, mi amor (Oh my god, my love). I didn't mean it like that. You know I would have done the same, it's just that..." He trailed off, and you in turn raised your eyebrow.

If he was going to admit anything right now, whether you were drunk or not, he was going to fully say it. "Hmm?"

He had let the last part of that slip out and was thankful that you hadn't said anything about it. Once he realized the situation he was in though, he begrudgingly continued. "I tend to not think as straight when I'm around you sometimes, and it leads me to make rash decisions. I know you did it out of care."

"And?"

His stone-like facial expression finally, finally dropped, and you could take that for a win in itself. "And I'm sorry for benching you, but you have to see where I'm coming from."

And maybe you should have dropped it there, for you were able to get an apology out of Miguel, which not many people could say the same for. But your liquid confidence pushed you forward, bringing a finger to his chest. He lit this fuse, and you weren't going to let the fire go out just yet.

"If you don't let me go, I'm just going to sneak out to join a mission anyway. Leader of the Spider Society or not, you're not withholding me from something I enjoy doing." You could see the conflict on his face, but you knew you had won; after all, you were telling the truth. Either he let you go on the missions, or you were going to find a way to get on one anyways.

But this isn't how arguments got resolved, and you weren't sure he was used to someone talking back to him. Arguments were solved with compromise, so that's what you decided to do. "Okay, how about this. I'm not used to looking out for myself, but I'll try to do it more, yeah?"

He visibly relaxed at that, and maybe that was what he needed to hear all along. He knew that he was in too deep with you, and after Peter had told him of your late-night outing, his senses got a little frenzied. He couldn't put a name to the feelings he felt for you just yet, or maybe he could but he was afraid, but all rational went out the window when he found out that you were out here, not sober, in a universe you did not live in, by yourself. It was a recipe for disaster, and almost gave him freaking heart palpitations.

He had rushed to your location, and whether he was still frustrated with you or not, he loved cared for you and wanted you safe.

You were going to be the death of him, and he would willingly follow the reaper if that meant he got to spend the rest of his time with you.

At your offer he relaxed a bit, maybe he was being a little harsh. "Fine, I'll agree to that." He saw your eyes light up and quickly continued. "But only if I join you the next few missions, okay? You really had me worried today." You nodded at that, and the ghost of a smile could be seen on his lips. This was a whole lot better than fighting. Giving you a once over, he could tell that exhaustion was hitting you. "How about we head back home, mi querido/a, y ve a dormir (my dear, and go to sleep) . You can stay at my place for the night, sleep this off. I'll get you some medicine to help with the headache tomorrow, okay?"

You stifled a yawn, and his heart melted at the sight of you. Yeah, he was in deep. "Yeah, sounds good." Just as he dropped the tension in his jaw and shoulders again though, your frame began to glitch. He reached both his hands now to your shoulders to ground you. Why hadn't you put your watch back on? Why had you taken it off in the first place? You were blinking furiously when you returned to normal, falling into his touch.

Without a second thought he took his own off and secured it on your wrist, after all he wouldn't need his until tomorrow, when he traveled again. "Where's your watch?" He raced out, holding gently onto you. Eyes wide and mind scrambled, the moment you motioned towards your bag he retrieved it, setting it on his own person before ushering you out of the bar. "Are you alright?" He hated that his voice held a tinge of panic, but his stomach dropped at seeing you glitch, knowing how the pain felt first hand. You mumbled a yeah, and he walked with you back to his place. Swinging would make you all the more queasy.

When you two got in the door, he gave you another once over. "Are you doing better, are you sure you're okay?" You nodded, and the next thing he knew you were against his chest, hugging him.

Maybe he was freaking out a little on the inside at this, but he couldn't remember the last time he had received a hug. Returning the embrace, he murmured to you. "I've got some clothes you can change into, let's get you in bed." He heard an 'okay' slip from you, and he led you to his room.

And as he tucked you into his bed before heading to go change himself, dare he say that his heart fluttered when he heard you speak.

"Thank you Miggy, I love you."

And as sleep lulled you into its song, he was left momentarily frozen, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome warmth filling his chest. Because drunk words are sober thoughts, aren't they?

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cosplayproblemsposts · 2 years

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Give me an answer

It was a scandal from the very beginning, you caught his eye but you saw him as an experiment leading to your fallout.

Warning: Angst, a user(reader), and an affair.

Male character x Male reader

In the endless line of History, people would say and write how you rise from the Caribbean and paved your way to France along with your aligned affair.

Alice Hart your wife and mother of Hunter and Nicolas L/N ran alongside your two little boys. "HEY SLOW DOWN!" you call as the three dash to the stone steps of the entrance of your brand new home in the countryside of France.

Historians can only describe Alice Hart as stuck in the clouds who dreamt of a happy family but she wore her heart on her sleeves. She had to be one of the most graceful and one of America's greatest ballerinas...only if she saw through Y/N L/N lies then maybe it would have been different.

Books and documentaries have to describe Y/N L/N as the snake of it all and instigator of his own fate. Y/N had an affair with a fellow man who became his experiment and soon-to-be murderer in two years.

1866 April your wife and you were invited to a little game night by Madame Raquin "Isn't it a little far?" Alice sighs. "I know but I thought it'll be nice to spend some time alone and I MEAN alone" she chimes her way to unconvinced Y/N. "The boys would be taken care of by our lovely little nanny while we explore Pairs" she hums and pecks your lips "How does that sound?" you grin "Fine, we'll explore and win" Alice giggles "See, now bedtime".

The two arrived two days early "This apartment is not so bad...oh look one bed!" you frown a little "Don't we already sleep in one singularly bed TOGETHER". Alice huffs "Your killing the magic" she points a stern finger at you "Okay I'll play along...oh my one bed" you throw your hands up in sarcastic amazement.

There you stood in this little painting studio?..." I feel sad for the painter who's stuck here" you whisper to Alice who playful smacks your clothed chest. "Laurent, I'm sorry for the last-minute notice" Madame approaches a man who looks to be around your age "Oh, Laurent these are the L/N's and I hope you could paint them a portrait of each other".

Laurent felt as if his tongue has been swallowed once his eyes saw you "Hello I'm Alice and this is my husband Y/N" you send a nod his way. " Hello?, I hope this wouldn't be a problem" Alice's voice throws his attention back to the task beforehand "oh no, it won't".

That was the first time you ever met Laurent Leclaire and here you are in the midst of him painting your third portrait "I don't know why you've to use me as a reference Leclaire". Laurent could only smile "I'm not using you, I'm merely fascinated by you" you grin "Fascinated? what are you talking about?" Laurent feels the passion ignite within him the moment his eyes lay on you.

"You see, your handsome and you carry yourself differently compared to the men I've met" you hum and lick your lips. "So you're that fascinated by me you'll even paint a portrait of my hands" Laurent freezes, no one isn't supposed to know about his paintings of your hands. "I...yes!" Laurent frowns at you when you stood from your chair "What're you doing sit back down!" he gestures with the help of his paintbrush.

"Do you want to know how memorizing you are Laurent?" this is the first time you have ever called him by his first name and not his last name. "For I'll like you to know how you invade my mind" you coat red paint on the palm and fingers of your hands and look Laurent in his eyes with an unreadable gaze. "Would you like to know? Laurent" the Frenchmen grins and his confidence returns "Yes!".

That muggy evening your red-infested hand imprint places no one would ever imagine a fellow man would dare grope. You even had gone fair as to lock your painted hands in his hair and if Laurent was a little too loud you'll cup his mouth which left a red hand print.

Hunter ran into your arms "Oh my goodness you have grown heavy while I've been away" Hunter laughs and of course, Nicolas follows. Alice comes walking towards you three "Boys please go and play, I need to talk to your father" The two boys pout but you shook your head "C'mon now listen to your mother" you set down Hunter. Once the boys were out of earshot Alice turns to you "Where were you? I thought you'd be home by yesterday?" you frown "I grew picky" Alice cocks an eyebrow at you "Well you see I had to buy you something". An expensive golden necklace came to view "You are worth more than a few minutes" Alice gasped and welcomes the gift "See, I need more than a minute or two to find you a perfect gift" she kisses your cheek "I guess, I forgive you".

You took Laurent out to tailor store after tailor store which leaves him utterly smug for you'd stare at him much longer than normal. You bought him the most expensive paints and brushes, you'll buy him anything "I believe your a little too sweet to me" you grin "Of course". In hidden shadows, you'll share more than a conversation, and behind closed doors, the two of you would feed your endless lust and passion.

Alice wasn't forgotten and for the truth, you could tell she was happy than she ever was "Has France brought a new side to you?, Y/N" and of course, you laugh. "I guess there has been love in the air" Alice giggles but gasps when you practically threw yourself on top of her. "I feel young again darling and you are the cause of it" Alice has never heard such words fall from your mouth before but this is what she wished for. A happy family, a devoted husband, and beautiful and healthy children.

Laurent watches as a heavily pregnant Alice gasps and exclaims how the baby kicked which made you skid to your knees to feel what you two have made. "Oh, your one strong girl aren't you" Alice giggles as Laurent replays what you've said and he felt jealousy shoot through him. "You aren't part of the portrait Y/N now come here" Madame gestures to you to sit down "Fine, I love you" Alice's mood increases.

Laurent splat paint across your back once Alice and Madame left "Ooops" you turn around to meet him fully "Laurent I know you did it on purpose". Laurent scoffs and removes the now painted canvas so that it'll dry properly "Laurent talk to me".

"Talk to you, why should I...She's pregnant with your third child and you are making a mockery of me" you soften your gaze and made your way to him. "I know and I'm sorry, Alice is my wife and she means nothing to me" you hold both of his hands "You have a passion that I want to feel, hear, taste, and smell for you are my sun, Laurent". Laurent fell once again for your words "I feel young again darling and you are the cause of it" you spoke and remember all the words you've said to Alice just so you could repeat them to Laurent.

"Y/N and Laurents affair has been going on for a whole year before their fallout" a voice of a historian spoke on the screen for a bunch of high school students. "Y/N knew what he was doing was wrong but did he care, no he didn't, no one knew and he made sure of it. From the hidden letters to Laurents journal, they made sure nobody found out about their affair" the classroom of students listens.

"But Hunter L/N saw his father and Laurent one day in his father's study"

Hunter stood in the doorway and he saw both you and Laurent kissing "Hunter, I know you won't understand but if you keep this a secret I won't tell your mother that you spoiled your appetite". Hunter nods "Our little secret" Hunters looks at Laurent both running off "Don't worry he won't say anything" Laurent nods and reconnected your lips with his own once you closed the door.

Once little Peter and Polly was born you became distant for twins were a rare case and now you finally have a daughter. "Now look at you two, I already can't tell the difference" Alice giggles while Hunter and Nicolas stare with wonder in their eyes. "I can't believe Hunter going to be six soon while Nicola's fifth birthday is approaching fast" Alice says. "They're growing up what are you expecting" Alice buries her face into the side of your neck "I don't want them to grow up" you chuckle "Sorry darling they can't be your babies forever".

"Don't you love me?" Laurent says as you walk away from him and the swing that hangs from a tree. "Pardon?" the hill you both stood upon held more than your emotions "You said I made you feel young again and she was NOTHING!". you sigh as Laurent makes his way to you. "I said things and done things but they'll never change the fact I'm a father" Laurent felt sorrow and it spread like a disease.

"Good day Leclaire" Laurent wasn't just going to give up "NO!, I understand I'm not half of the man you want or need but I don't understand why you can't love me too!". "I don't apologize Leclaire and I can't love you the way you want me to" Laurent stops in his track.

"Can't"

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l0caltiredgirl · 2 years

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love my moon boys <3

#marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #moon knight #oscaar isaac

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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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Bensolosbluesaber’s Fic Masterlist (Updated 9/9)

Welcome to my Masterlist! This post was getting out of control, so I’ve recently reworked it to be organized by character. You can follow the links below to access each characters’ individual Masterlist.

Please note that some fics are 18+.

Tag Lists: I am struggling to keep up. If you have requested to be on a tag list and I missed it, I am genuinely so sorry! I’m moving to a Google Form so I don’t miss anyone. If you are on my list, I will leave you there. If you want added, please use the Google Form linked above. Thank you!!

Requests: Requests are semi open. Feel free to submit! I am happy to complete requests whenever I can, but unfortunately I can’t guarantee I will get to yours in a timely manner!

Tipping: Please, please, please do not feel pressured to tip! I'm writing because I love writing. I am grateful if you want to tip; it's a nice bonus for something I spend a lot of time doing. But ultimately I'm here to have fun and write fanfiction not get paid, so seriously no pressure!

Moon Knight System (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, & Jake Lockley)

Baron Helmut Zemo

Poe Dameron

Miguel O’Hara

Nathan Bateman (Coming Soon)

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oswildin · 2 years

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Chips {Steven Grant x Reader}

Summary: You see your neighbour needs cheering up, so chips seemed like the best option.

Warnings: None, expect possible spoilers for Moon Knight ep 1.

A/N: ahhhhhh I’m in love with Steven. Uh oh. Another man to add to the list.

Stupid bloody bin bag.

Mentally cursing, you began dragging the heavy rubbish bag through your flat, noting you should’ve done it sooner and maybe not at 10 at night. Sighing, you tried lifting the bag and slinging it over your shoulder, but that didn’t seem to work as you nearly toppled over.

For fucks sake.

Dragging it is then.

You pulled the bag along the ground, hoping it wasn’t getting bin juices on your floor as you got to your flat door, unlocking it as you swung it open, using your foot to keep it open as you threw the bag into the hallway of the building floor. Huffing you moved a strand of hair out of your eyes, as you stood up straight, finally looking out into the hallway as you saw your neighbour stood opposite you, back facing you as they fumbled with their keys to unlock their own door. They didn’t seem to notice you were stood a few feet away, as you felt awkwardness in the air.

Do I say hi? Do I carry on? Make a funny comment?

God, you hated social interactions you weren’t expecting. Sounded stupid but it was like an irrational fear of some sorts. Hell, even if you bumped into a friend out in public without planning it you found yourself wanting the ground to swallow you up. Your neighbour dropped his keys accidentally, causing him to huff a ‘bollocks’ under his breath defeatedly. Taking it as your cue, you grabbed your bag, as it rustled from the impact of your hand. Your neighbour finally seemed to notice you as he turned to glance at you, but it was your turn to not notice him. You began dragging it down the hall, heading towards the lift to go down to dispose of the rubbish. However, before you could reach the lift, a hand appeared, grabbing the bag as you jumped at the sudden action.

“S-sorry.” Your neighbour sputtered out. “Didn’t mean to make you jump.” You stared at him, slightly wide eyed as you thought of what you should say. “Er- Let me-“ He gestured to the bin bag as you let it go, watching as he lifted it with some ease. Finally understanding what he was doing you spoke.

“Oh.” You muttered in confusion. “You don’t have to-“

“It’s fine.”

“Are you-“

“It seemed like you were struggling a little.”

You stood in silence for a moment. Awkwardness seemed to radiate from both of you.

“You’d think they would’ve put a rubbish scute in the building.” You gave him a small smile, breathing out. The man hummed in agreement, as you finally began making your way to the lift again, finding your feet. “I mean, it’s ridiculous. Sure, I could’ve taken it out sooner but still. Not the point.” You found yourself rambling, as you both entered the lift. He placed the bag down onto the lift floor. “Thanks.” You told him gratefully. “I’ll be good from here.” You insisted.

“You sure? I don’t mind-“ He tried as you shook your head.

“No, I’m good. Thank you though.” You told him softly, sending him a small smile. He stared at you for a moment before accepting your answer.

“Well, if you need a hand again with the rubbish, I’m- Well, I’m right across the hall.” He put his hands in his jacket pockets as you finally took in his attire. You spotted his name tag.

Steven.

“(Y/N).” You spat out as he sent you a confused stare. “I mean, my name.” You then gestured to his name tag. “Considering I know yours now.”

“Oh.” He looked down at his tag as he nodded. “Yes. Cool.” He stood back as the lift dinged. “Well, I’ll see you around.” He spoke as the doors began to close.

“See you.”

The doors closed, leaving you alone once again with your rubbish. You could feel your palms were clammy.

Stupid anxiety. Why couldn’t you just have a normal conversation? It wasn’t that hard. Idiot.

It had been a few days since your interaction with Steven. He appeared to be out most hours of the day, so you seemed to always miss one another. However, again it was around 10pm when you decided to go for a walk. You’d just stepped out into the hall, turning to lock your flat door, when the lift dinged. You turned to see who it was coming onto the floor.

Steven. Holding a box of chocolates. And he looked… Sad?

You furrowed your brows. The man seemed to look tired the last time you saw him, but this time he looked extremely tired and like he’d been crying. You quickly turned your gaze away, returning to your task at hand of locking your door.

Oh god, what do I do? Do I say something?

You could feel your heartbeat fasten at the internal thoughts. You couldn’t just ignore him. That would be rude and very inconsiderate. Taking a breath, you turned once again, seeing him walking slowly towards his own flat. You bit your lip.

“Hey.” You spoke quietly, giving a small wave. It seemed like he hadn’t even noticed you were there as he seemed to jump at your voice.

“(Y/N)-“ He breathed out.

“Everything ok?” You asked, concerned for your neighbour. His eyes seemed glossy as he slowly nodded.

“Y-yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Top notch.” He said, rather unconvincingly. Again, with the awkward silence.

“I was just popping for a walk.” You told him as he looked at you. “Not for health reasons, just cause I’m really craving some chips.” You blurted out. “Quite the opposite. Think in fact it kind of defeats the health benefits of walking if you are walking to go find junk food.” You carried on.

Oh my god, shut up.

“Do you want some chips?”

Steven seemed taken back by your question as he seemed to stand for a moment, comprehending your question. After a moment he shrugged. He had just eaten. But with how he felt…

“I could do with some chips.” He decided, nodding.

This wasn’t how you had planned your walk. But the guy seemed upset. You could only assume he had some bad news, considering he was still holding onto the heart shaped box of chocolates.

You both were walking down the street, having barely said a word to each other since leaving the building.

“I know it’s none of my business-“ You began. “What are the chocolates for?” You asked, glancing over at the man as you walked side by side. He seemed to have forgotten he was even still holding them as he looked down at the box in his hand.

“Oh.” He sighed. “They- They were for a date.” He furrowed his brows as he then looked back up, not daring to look at you.

“Were?” You raised a brow. “Did it get cancelled?” You asked. “It’s ok, it happens. Sometimes people get caught up or-“

“It wasn’t cancelled.” He said softly.

“Oh.” You didn’t quite know what to say. So he was stood up? “Well, whoever it was, I’m sure there’s someone better out there who won’t be an asshole.” You tried to reassure him. You’d had your own fair share of bad dates. You knew how it felt to be stood up. He stayed quiet as you finally reached the local chippy.

“So… chips?” You turned to him before entering the shop.

“There’s just something better about chips in a cone.”

You commented as you both began walking back to your building.

“Like, how does it taste better because it’s in a different shaped packaging?” You wondered as you popped another chip into your mouth. Steven seemed a little amused by your rambling as he watched you. “Maybe they lace it with crack.” You joked as he gave you a small smile.

Win. You’d managed to make him smile. Even if it was a minuscule one.

“And look on the bright side, you even have something sweet for afters.” You gestured down to his chocolates that were tucked under his arm.

“Suppose.” He replied, placing a chip into his mouth. “Sorry I’ve not been the best company.” He mumbled, mouth half chewing as he spoke. You shook your head.

“Don’t be silly-“ You waved him off. “Any man who puts up with my rambling is welcome company.” You teased as he seemed more upbeat after that sentiment. “Besides, I wasn’t expecting you to put on a whole song and dance for me.”

“Thanks.” He stopped walking for a moment as you came to a halt also, turning to look at him. “For this.”

“For what?” You furrowed your brows. “I just wanted chips.” You popped another into your mouth as he let out a slight laugh. “Come on, I’m starting to get cold.” You began to walk again, leaving Steven to follow.

Once you’d returned back to your building, you’d both finished your chips and threw the rubbish in a nearby bin. Entering the building, you both got into the lift. Steven pulled out the box of chocolates, opening them as he nudged you gently with his arm, offering you the first pick.

“Me first?” You raised a brow. “What an honour.” You immediately grabbed one, popping it into your mouth as he copied you. You both stood in silence as the lift finally reached your floor, dinging as the door opened.

“Well, it’s officially past my bed time.” You commented, feeling tiredness begin to reach your eyes. “And I think I’ve eaten enough to slip into a food coma.” You joked as you both stood at your flat doors.

“Thank you again.” Steven gave a small smile. “For the chips.” You gave him a small smile in return.

“No worries, besides you being with me prevented any weirdos from trying anything.” You teased. After a moment, he glanced down at the opened box of chocolates, before holding them out, towards you.

“Someone should make use of them.” He commented. “Otherwise I think I’d just eat them all myself.” You hesitated before gently grabbing them from him.

“So instead you’re giving them me to eat all by myself.” You laughed lightly. “Thanks.” You said genuinely. “That’s breakfast sorted at least.” He shook his head at your words.

“That’s not very healthy you know.” You shrugged.

“Steven, I just walked to get some chips at 10pm, did you think I was very healthy to begin with?” He laughed lightly.

“I guess not.”

Another silence.

But this time it wasn’t awkward.

“I better go to bed.” You broke the silence. “But er- It was nice.” You said softly. “If you ever want chips at 10pm, you know where to find me.” You unlocked your door. “Goodnight Steven.”

“Laters, gators.” He responded as your door closed.

Maybe the bad date wasn’t the end of the world.

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greeniegreengreen · 2 years

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When Steven with a V kissed Layla I wasn't sure who I was jealous of,,,they should've sandwiched me in smh

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This rn

Art by me!!

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ladyblogger-margie · 3 years

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Motel Adventure - Chapter 2

Pairings: Santiago “Pope” Garcias x F!Reader

Summary: You’ve chosen Pope for your Motel Adventure. The other boys seem to know something you don’t though, so you confront your bunk buddy.

Word Count: 1372

Warnings: 18+ ONLY (oral M and F receiving, unprotected sex, general smut)

a/n: I hope I did okay writing for Pope, this chapter stressed me out a bit!

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Santiago “Pope” Garcias

Pope nodded at you so slightly, so quickly that you were sure you were the only one who noticed.

“Alright, Pope, looks like we’re roommates,” you said with a sly smile.

Will and Frankie exchanged a look you didn’t understand, but they didn’t seem to be mocking you so you ignored it. You followed Pope to his room which was the second farthest from the lobby. You said goodnight to Will before you followed through Pope’s open door.

“I'm a deep sleeper,” Will said with a knowing smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said unconvincingly.

“I just want you to be happy,” Will said and he went to his room, leaving you to think about his words before you turned inside.

You saw Pope watch you as you looked around the room and saw there was only one bed. When you registered that fact, you knew for sure you had to take your shot.

“What do they know that I don’t?” you ask him, referencing all the weird interactions you had just had with the other boys.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he said, not making eye contact.

“I want to know,” you said, closing the distance between your bodies and bringing your hand to his cheek, brushing over the stubble there.

“What if you don’t like what I have to say?” he whispered.

“How will you know my reaction if you won’t tell me what’s going on?”

“If I tell you, it’s perfectly fine if you want to bunk with someone else,” he said, finally looking at you.

You nodded as you said, “I understand that, but I picked you for a reason. What do you want to tell me?”

He sighed, “I love you, I’ve always loved you.”

You kissed him, and it caught him off guard.

“I told you you didn’t have to-“ he started to say but you pulled him to you hard, crashing your lips together.

“Honestly-“, he said again, backing away this time.

“I’m sorry,” you said, suddenly embarrassed, “When you said you loved me, I assumed you wanted me.”

“I do, but you don’t owe me anything,” he said, his expression pained.

You took his face between your hands, “I love you, Santiago, I love you free of obligation, I just love you.”

You watched as the realization set in that you meant what you said. A smile broke across this now painless face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You love me?” he said, his voice dumb and giddy.

“Yes, now will you just let me show you how much?” you asked as you pushed him towards the bed.

His knees hit the edge of the bed and it didn’t take much prompting to push him to a seat. He looked up at you adoringly as you brushed your hands through his greying curls. You kissed him slow at first, but you didn’t want to go slow, you’ve waited too long. You wanted him, and you wanted him now.

You undid the button and fly of his jeans, slipping your hand over his underwear, feeling him grow underneath the fabric of his briefs.

“Is this okay?” you ask him.

“I’ve wanted this so long, I can’t believe it’s happening,” Pope admitted, and you couldn’t help but kiss him before you dropped to your knees.

You pulled him free of his pants and briefs and quickly discarded them over your shoulder. You took in the impressive girth of him and gulped.

You gripped him in your hand and pumped him a few times as he squeezed his eyes closed tightly. You licked your lips before you stretched your mouth as best you could around his shaft. You felt an early ache in your jaw from the size of him, but that just made you wet between your legs, thinking about all the ways he was going to stretch you out.

You took him deep in your throat until you choked which caused him to twitch and you smiled as best you could with your stretched lips. You swirl your tongue over his tip, tasting his precum as you bobbed up and down on his thick cock.

You felt him tense beneath you, then grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger to stop you and pull you up tall on your knees.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he explained, “Will you get naked for me, hermosa?”

You kiss him quickly before you strip your shirt and sports bra off. He takes your breasts in his hands and runs his thumbs over the nipples.

Then he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling him as he takes a nipple between his teeth and swirls it with your tongue.

You grind your hips against his, desperate for some relief for the desperate ache in your core. You can feel him smile against your skin.

Gently he rolls you to your back and removes your pants and underwear as a set. He paused to admire you before he kisses his way up your leg starting with your calf. He slows to suck and nibble on a spot on your inner thigh, leaving you trembling with a love mark on the sensitive skin.

He stops at your dripping cunt and locks his eyes to yours. You nod and whisper a breathless, “Please,” before he buries himself in your heat.

Though this night had been a long time coming, it didn’t take you long to cum on Pope’s tongue. He swirled your clit in his mouth and tongue fucked you until you screamed his name, the heat exploding through your core.

He lay his head on your stomach as you caught your breath.

“How was that?” He asked when you propped yourself up on your elbows for a better look at him.

“Better than I imagined,” you said.

“You imagined that?” He teased smugly.

“That’s not all I imagined,” you responded, guiding him to his back.

He looked up at you, his hands on your thighs, “What else did you imagine?”

“Let me show you,” you said as you eased yourself down on this thick cock.

It took your breath away to be filled by him so completely. It took you a moment or two to grow comfortable with the thickness, but then you found your rhythm and rocked on his cock.

You heard him mutter something in Spanish you didn’t quite hear as you reached behind you to play with his balls as you rode his cock.

Soon though, he couldn’t help himself and he planted his feet beneath you, knocking you slightly off balance. He bucked up into you as he used his thumb to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves. His thick cock sliding perfectly inside you, building another orgasm as quickly as the last.

You came first and clenched around his cock. Your pulsation enough to send him over the edge too, filling you with his cum.

You collapsed into his embrace and he kissed your forehead as he traced mindless patterns against the skin of your back. You felt him grow soft inside you and his cum and your slick slide out of you, but you didn’t want to to move. This moment was perfect and you wanted to live in it.

Eventually though Pope got up and grabbed a damp washcloth and took his time carefully cleaning you up, peppering you with praise and kisses as he did so.

When you were settled, he tucked you into bed and crawled in next to you, clinging to you.

As you were drifting off to sleep you heard Pope chuckle to himself.

“The guys are going to be so smug tomorrow,” he whispered.

“Why?” You asked, your voice sleepy.

“They’ve been saying forever that you loved me too, and I just didn’t believe them,” he said.

“Well, believe it, because I do love you. You better get used to it,” you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

He held you close and kissed your forehead before he answered.

“I think I can get used to that. I love you too,” and those were the last words you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

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Miguel O’Hara is literally a Pinterest girl. An aesthetic if you will.

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mistrose23 · 4 years

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Happy birthday, mi amor

SUMMARY: It’s Y/N’s birthday, but it doesn’t go according to plan

WARNINGS: Fluff overdose, slight innuendos, dad!oscar

A/N: I wrote this for my best friend, she’s obsessed with Oscar and it was her birthday almost 2 months ago (oops). Translations can be found at the end of the fluff!

WORD COUNT: 7859

‘I’m so sorry, Y/N,’ Oscar muttered when he sat down in the living room. He just got back from an early morning shooting of his upcoming movie. The movie was wrapped, but two weeks ago he was called back for reshoots. ‘I tried to talk to the director, but she made it very clear that I need to come to set tomorrow.’

Y/N sighed, and she rubbed her forehead. She stood next to him, a cup of coffee in her hands. ‘Oscar, it’s okay. Really.’

He shook his head and he grabbed his wife’s hands. ‘No, it’s not. It’s your birthday tomorrow!’

She smiled softly. ‘Believe me, it’s okay. My boss called me this morning and he told me that there was a problem with the schedule. Turns out, I have to work on my birthday.’

Oscar raised his eyebrows. ‘What?’

Y/N sighed again, and she placed the mug on the table. ‘I know. I explained it, but he said that he couldn’t fix it.’

Oscar pulled her gently on his lap and he embraced her body. He held her hands and he drew circles on them with his thumbs.

‘You know that I don’t mind not celebrating my birthday,’ Y/N said, and she leaned her head against his.

‘I know,’ he whispered, and he pressed a kiss against her neck. ‘But Sofia does mind. We promised her that we would celebrate it, just the three of us.’

Y/N groaned, and she turned in her husband’s lap. ‘We did promise her that. I will ask Thea if she can babysit. Could you bring Sofia to Thea before you go to set? Unless you have an early morning shoot again, then I can -’

‘No te preocupes, mi amor,’ Oscar said, and he kissed her cheek. ‘I will take care of it.’

She gulped visibly. Even though they have been married for years, Y/N couldn’t get used to the fact that Oscar sometimes spoke Spanish to her. It made her feel things and Oscar knew the effect he had on her.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. Y/N ran a hand through Oscar’s hair, while he stroked her waist with his thumb. His hair was a little bit longer and his curls were visible. She loved running her hands through his fluffy hair.

After Y/N pressed a kiss against Oscar forehead, she glanced at the clock. It was almost three o’clock. ‘I have to pick up Sofia.’

‘I can pick her up,’ Oscar said.

‘You just came home from work,’ Y/N objected. ‘We will be back in fifteen minutes.’

He huffed. ‘One kiss before you go?’

Y/N smiled brightly, and she cupped his cheeks. He was hungry for her kiss and he placed his lips on hers. His hands grabbed her hips and he deepened the kiss. Y/N grinned, but she broke it off.

‘I have to go,’ she said, and she pushed herself off of him.

Oscar held eye contact while his left hand found her ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. ‘Hurry.’

As promised, Y/N and Sofia came home fifteen minutes later. Once Y/N opened the front door, Sofia ran inside.

‘Daddy! Daddy!’

Oscar caught her when she sped into the kitchen. ‘Mi princesa.’

‘Buenos días, papi,’ Sofia said in perfect Spanish to her father.

It warmed Y/N’s heart, seeing the people she loved the most together. Oscar lifted his 4-year-old daughter up, so that she sat on his arm. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, while he held her by her hip.

‘Did you behave while I was filming?’ he asked his daughter.

She nodded, which made her hair bounce up and down. Sofia had the same dark, curly hair as her father. Oscar smiled and pressed a kiss against her temple.

‘Daddy! That tickles!’ Sofia giggled.

Oscar had a full-grown beard for his movie and both Y/N and Sofia were teasing him with it, when he kissed them for example. He got a twinkle in his eyes and he playfully rubbed his cheek against hers, to tickle her even more.

Sofia shrieked and laughed, and she tried to push her father away. ‘Daddy! Stop!’

‘Oh, how I love you, sweetie,’ Oscar murmured, and he kissed her temple again.

‘Love you too, daddy,’ Sofia smiled, and she pinched his cheek. ‘Mommy said that you have to work tomorrow.’

‘Yeah,’ he confirmed. ‘Mommy and daddy both have to work tomorrow. But we are back for dinner.’

Sofia her face grew gloomy. ‘Oh. But what about mommy’s birthday cake?’

‘I will pick one up after filming,’ Oscar promised his daughter.

‘Okay, daddy,’ she smiled, and she caught her mother eye. ‘Mommy! Mommy! Daddy will get you a cake!’

Y/N smiled, walked towards her loved ones and she pretended that she didn’t hear their conversation. ‘He will?’

Oscar grinned and Sofia nodded. ‘Only the best for mommy.’

Y/N stroked her daughter’s hair. ‘We will celebrate my birthday after dinner. Don’t worry.’

‘No te preocupes,’ Sofia repeated her mother in Spanish.

Oscar smirked proudly and he nudged Y/N’s arm with his elbow. ‘It won’t be long until she speaks Spanish better than you.’

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she grinned. ‘Oh shush!’

‘Daddy, watch Tangled with me, please?’ Sofia asked and she pouted.

‘Oh, princesa, I would love to, but I need to do some grocery shopping,’ Oscar replied, and he pouted too. Then he smiled and whispered to her: ‘Maybe mommy wants to watch it with you?’

‘Yes!’ Sofia exclaimed and she turned to her mother. ‘Mommy, can we watch Tangled?’

‘Of course, baby,’ Y/N said. ‘Turn on the TV and I’ll be there in a second.’

Oscar released her and Sofia ran to the living room to turn on the TV. Y/N smiled, and she reached out to Oscar. He pulled her into his side, and he kissed the top of her head. Y/N hugged his side and she placed her head on his chest.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered.

Y/N looked up to him and frowned. ‘What for?’

‘Giving me this family,’ he said. ‘I’m so happy with you and you gave me our little princess, the best thing I could ever ask for.’

‘Stop, you make me cry,’ Y/N replied, and her lip trembled. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, mi amor,’ Oscar smirked, and he bowed down to kiss her lovingly.

‘Mommy!’

Oscar laughed and let go off his wife. ‘Go. I’ll be back in half an hour.’

‘Why do you need to go to the store anyway?’ Y/N asked curious. ‘I thought we had all the ingredients for tonight’s dinner?’

‘We do,’ he smirked again, and he raised one eyebrow daringly. ‘It’s a surprise for tomorrow. Let me be romantic, please.’

Y/N chuckled, and she rolled her eyes. ‘Fine.’

‘MOMMY!’

‘Coming, baby,’ Y/N yelled back, and she pecked her husband’s lips.

Later that night, Y/N and Oscar abruptly woke up by a soft voice. Sofia stood next to their bed around eleven, claiming that there was a monster under her bed. She had tears in her eyes, and she held her stuffed bunny Mr. Hopps tightly in her hands. Oscar immediately jumped out of bed and comforted her. He had picked her up and placed her between the two of them. Y/N wiped her tears away, while Oscar talked to her soothingly. The three of them cuddled together, Sofia laying against Oscar’s chest and she held her mother’s hands. One of Oscar’s arms embraced Y/N and together they spoke softly to Sofia. After 15 minutes, their little girl was calmed down.

Oscar had picked her up again and he brought her to her room, assuring Y/N that she could stay in bed. ‘I’ll be right back, corazón.’

Y/N stayed behind and waited for her husband to return. She closed her eyes and placed her head back on the pillow. Her eyelids felt heavy and she almost fell asleep again, until she felt the bed dip in.

‘She okay?’ Y/N asked tiredly.

Oscar hummed and he moved closer to his wife. ‘Stayed with her until she fell asleep again. Told her that nothing could happen to her and that we are here to protect her. Even told her a little secret.’

Y/N laughed softly. ‘A secret, huh? Care to elaborate?’

‘Nope,’ he said, and he popped the “p”. ‘It’s a father-daughter thing.’

She chuckled and caressed his cheek. In response, he rubbed his eyes and he yawned. That wasn’t a big surprise, since he was up really early today.

‘Come here,’ Y/N told him, and she motioned to herself.

Oscar smiled and he placed his head on her soft breasts. He also wrapped his arms around her, and he cuddled against her. It warmed Y/N’s heart and she let her cheek rest against his head. One hand combed through his soft curls and the other grabbed his hip.

‘Sleep, honey,’ Y/N whispered, and she kissed his hair. She massaged his scalp with her nails. ‘You have had a long day.’

‘Want to enjoy you a little longer,’ he mumbled, and he hugged her even more tightly. ‘Te amo.’

‘Te amo también,’ Y/N whispered.

Surely, Y/N picked up some Spanish words and she asked Oscar to teach her Spanish. Nothing was more beautiful than when Oscar smiled when the love of his life spoke Spanish to him.

‘Could you spoon me tonight?’ he asked sleepily, and he pressed a kiss against her neck.

‘Of course, handsome,’ she smiled, and she kissed his forehead.

The next day, Y/N woke up early. Oscar and Sofia were still sleeping, and Y/N didn’t want to wake them, so she did her morning routine quietly. When she was in the bathroom applying her make-up, she caught sight of Oscar’s jewelry stand with all his necklaces. One silver necklace with two charms stood out in particular. Her fingertips brushed against the charms and she smiled softly. On Oscar’s first Father's Day, Y/N had given him that necklace with only one charm attached to it. It was a simple plain silver charm, but there was a “S” engraved on it. He had been quiet for a couple of seconds, before he teared up and pulled Y/N in a bone breaking hug. He had whispered thank you’s and I love you’s, while Y/N hugged and rubbed his back. On their anniversary, he proudly showed her a new charm with her initial engraved on it. He had said: ‘Now I can carry both my girls with me every day.’ Y/N was the one crying that time. Over the years, Oscar had worn it almost every day. Of course, he had switched between necklaces for the change, but the simple silver necklace with two charms was his favorite.

As soon as Y/N was ready, she went to work. She arrived at her work at 08:00 and she started her day as she would normally do. Her colleagues dropped by one by one and they wished her a happy birthday. During her coffee break she sat down with her colleague Emma. She was the only colleague that Y/N friends with. It helped that they were the same age and had a young family.

‘I can’t believe it,’ Emma said to Y/N and she gave her a cup of coffee. ‘He knew it was your birthday and he made you come to work.’

Y/N shrugged, and she took a sip of her coffee. ‘It’s okay. Really. Oscar had to go to work as well.’

‘Yeah, but still!’ Emma complained. ‘Lucas should have found someone else to work today.’

‘Emma, believe me, it’s fine,’ Y/N smiled softly. ‘We weren’t going to throw a big party. It would have been Oscar, Sofia and me.’

Her colleague scoffed. ‘I bet Sofia was bummed.’

Y/N nodded, and she ran a hand through her hair. ‘Yes, she was. My best friend is babysitting her today. Oscar and I will make it up to her during dinner.’

Not a second later, Y/N got a text notification. She unlocked her phone and she saw that it was a text from her husband.

Happy birthday, mi amor. I wish we could spend this day together with the three of us, but I will see you after work. I just dropped Sofia off at Thea’s place and I’ll pick her up after work. Love you xo

There was a photo attached to the text message. She opened it and she saw that it was a selfie of Oscar, Sofia and Thea. Thea is Y/N’s best friend since they were teenagers and they have always been there for each other. The brunette held Sofia in her arms and Oscar blew a kiss to the camera.

Y/N smiled. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she quickly blinked them away. She wrote back a quick, but sweet reply, saying that she couldn’t wait to see him later. ‘It’s, um, Oscar. Wishing me a happy birthday.’

‘You’re one lucky woman,’ Emma told her, and she took a final sip of her coffee. ‘Mark forgot our anniversary last year.’

‘Oh, come on,’ Y/N laughed. ‘I’m positive that you forgot an anniversary too. And you have three wonderful children together.’

Emma sighed, but smiled. ‘Yeah, okay, you’re right. Did I tell you that he wants to have a fourth?’

Y/N grinned and shook her head. ‘I have to give it to him, he’s ambitious.’

Her colleague smiled as well and glanced at her watch. ‘Shoot. I have an appointment. Talk to you later!’

Emma hurried away and Y/N finished her coffee. She got back to work, and she worked through all the things that she had to do today. Right before her lunch break, she heard a knock on her door.

‘Excuse me, I’m looking for Y/N,’ a delivery man said.

‘That’s me,’ Y/N answered.

He stepped towards her and handed her a bouquet with daisies. Inside the bouquet was a little card and Y/N immediately recognized Oscar’s handwriting. It was simple, it just said “Happy birthday to the most amazing wife”. She smiled softly and placed the flowers on her desk. She couldn’t wait to see him later today. Luckily, time went by rapidly and at two o’clock, her boss Lucas walked up to her.

‘Hey, um, Y/N,’ he said, and he scratched the back of his head. ‘Happy birthday.’

‘Thank you, Lucas,’ Y/N said formal.

‘How far are you with you work?’ he continued.

‘All the urgent stuff is done,’ she told him, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. ‘I still have to do some other assignments.’

‘Yeah, about that,’ Lucas mumbled. ‘I was unreasonable yesterday. I could have easily fixed someone for today, but I was in a shitty mood. You are free to go, if you want. Spend your birthday with your family and all that.’

Y/N blinked her eyes a couple of times. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, please,’ her boss reassured her. ‘Enjoy your day, Y/N.’

‘Thank you, Lucas,’ she smiled, and she collected all her stuff.

Lucas nodded and he left again. Y/N grabbed her phone and she wanted to text Oscar that she was coming home and that she could pick up Sofia, but then she got an idea. She could go home and prepare a nice and fancy dinner for the three of them. Yes, she could do that.

Y/N came home 20 minutes later. She frowned when she saw Oscar’s car in the driveway, but she shrugged it off. Maybe a colleague picked him up. Y/N stepped out of her car, walked towards the front door and unlocked it. As she stepped into the entrance hall, she took off her coat and she hung it on the coat rack. Then, she kicked off her shoes and slipped into her comfy slippers. She opened the door that led to the living room, but she stopped walking any further when she heard voices coming from the kitchen. No, that couldn’t be... was that Oscar? And Sofia? She tiptoed to the doorway and she peeked around the corner. The sight in front of Y/N was heartwarming and she melted.

Firstly, her eyes caught sight of the living room. The living room was decorated with garlands and balloons. Then, she spotted Oscar and Sofia. They were in the kitchen and they worked at the kitchen island. Both were slightly covered in flour, while Sofia stood on a chair, so that she could reach all the stuff on the kitchen counter and Oscar stood behind her. He held her by her hips and he gave her instructions. They were working on a cake together and by the looks of it, they were busy with decorating the cake.

‘Okay, smile for me, princesa,’ Oscar said, and he pointed the camera of his phone at her.

Sofia turned around and she smiled at him. ‘Is it finished?’

‘Not yet, baby,’ he told her, and he put his phone away. ‘We have to write mamá her name and we have to put the pearls on the cake. You can do that, and I will do the writing.’

Sofia grabbed a handful of the edible pearls and Oscar told her where to press them into the cake. At the same time, Oscar wrote Y/N her name on the cake.

‘It’s so pretty, daddy,’ Sofia said, and she smiled at her father. ‘Do you think mamá will like it?’

‘I bet she would love it,’ Y/N said, and she stepped into their view.

Oscar and Sofia turned around and they were surprised.

‘Oh-oh,’ Sofia mumbled, and she hid behind Oscar.

‘Mi amor, you’re home early,’ Oscar smiled.

‘Lucas felt guilty and he told me that I should go home,’ Y/N said. She held the bouquet of daisies in her hand and she walked towards the kitchen counter. Y/N put down the flowers and she took a vase from the cabinet under the sink. Her husband and daughter stayed quiet while she filled the vase with water, undid the bouquet from the plastic and cut the flower-stalks shorter. ‘Thank you for the daisies, Oscar.’ Then she turned around and she looked at her family with a curious glance. ‘But what is all this? You’re not at work and Sofia is not at Thea’s.’

‘I’m free today and tomorrow, I wanted to surprise you,’ Oscar admitted. ‘But then you said that you had to go to work. So I spend the day with Sofia. Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.’

Y/N smiled softly, and she felt the tears in her eyes. She placed the daisies one by one in the vase. ‘Gracias, hermoso.’

He stepped towards her, cupped her cheeks and kissed her passionate. She wrapped her arms around his middle and she hugged him tightly.

‘I love you,’ he said after the kiss.

Y/N’s eyes were still closed, and she nodded. ‘I love you too.’

‘Happy birthday, mommy!’ Sofia exclaimed.

Y/N pulled away from her husband and she looked at her baby girl. ‘Thank you, sweetie.’

‘Daddy and I made you a cake, look!’ she said enthusiastically.

Oscar gave his wife a gently push and they both stepped closer to their girl. Sofia revealed their cake full pride. It was a layered cake, Poe Dameron inspired. The cake was covered in buttercream, the edible pearls, yellow decoration on top, a few candles, a BB-8, a X-Wing and a Resistance figure and her name was written in black.

‘Oh...’ Y/N whispered. She became emotional again and she hugged Sofia. ‘This is the most beautiful cake I have ever seen. Thank you so much. The both of you.’

‘Daddy said that Poe is your favorite character,’ Sofia told her mother. ‘Just like me!’

‘He is,’ Y/N admitted, and she kissed Oscar’s cheek.

‘Why are you crying, mommy?’ Sofia said and she pouted.

‘These are happy tears, sweetie,’ Y/N reassured her, and Oscar rubbed his wife’s arm to soothe her. ‘I’m just so happy that you both did this for me. I really appreciate it.’

‘You’re welcome, mommy!’ Sofia smiled. ‘We love you.’

‘I love you too, baby,’ she whispered, and she kissed Sofia on the top of her head.

‘Princesa, is it time for the presents or do you want to do the other thing first?’ Oscar asked his daughter.

She shrieked and clapped in her hands. ‘The other thing first, daddy!’

He laughed and nodded. ‘Corazón, take a seat, I’ll be right back.’

Y/N sat down in the dining room, taking the cake with her. Sofia crawled on her mother’s lap, while they waited for Oscar. First, he brought in a big shopping bag and he put it on the table. Then, he walked always and returned with his guitar in his hand. Oh no, Y/N knew that she would get emotional again if he would play something.

‘So, Sofia and I practiced something for you,’ Oscar said. ‘Are you ready, Sofia?’

‘Yes, daddy,’ she answered, and she glanced at her mother.

Oscar played the first notes on his guitar and Y/N immediately recognized it as “happy birthday”. She was surprised when both Oscar and Sofia began singing.

‘Feliz cumpleaños a ti feliz cumpleaños a ti feliz cumpleaños querida Y/N feliz cumpleaños a ti’

For the umpteenth time that day, tears were falling from Y/N’s eyes. ‘That was so beautiful. Thank you.’ She kissed the top of Sofia’s head and she glanced lovingly at Oscar.

‘Now it’s time for the presents!’ Sofia yelled. ‘Daddy, can I give mine first?’

‘Sure, baby,’ Oscar said. He put his guitar away, kissed Y/N’s temple and grabbed Sofia’s present from the bag. ‘But first we have to light the candles on mommy’s cake.’

‘And she has to make a wish!’ Sofia remembered.

Y/N combed her daughter’s hair. ‘That’s right.’

Oscar put on the candles and after waiting for a few seconds, Y/N blew them out. Sofia asked what her wish was in which Y/N responded that she couldn’t say, otherwise it wouldn’t come true. Oscar cut the cake and he gave them all a plate. Next, Sofia was ready to give her present. But first she scrambled onto her own chair. Oscar stood behind Y/N, his hands were on top of her shoulders and he gently squeezed them. Then, Sofia handed the present to her mother. Y/N was given a big envelope and she carefully opened it. Sofia had made her a drawing. She could see three stick figures in front of a house, there was a tree and the sun and the whole drawing was covered in glitters.

‘Thank you so much, Sofia,’ Y/N said sincerely. ‘This is so sweet and beautiful. Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome, mommy,’ she smiled. ‘Happy birthday. Now daddy’s present!’

Both Y/N and Oscar chuckled. He grabbed the bag and he walked towards his wife.

She watched Oscar and she grinned. ‘Yes, daddy. It’s time for your present.’

Oscar stopped in his tracks and he glared at Y/N. He raised his eyebrows and he looked at her challenging. Y/N gulped visibly, knowing that she would be in trouble later tonight. That made him grin and he gave his gift to Y/N. He seated himself on the edge of the dining table, so that he had the best view of his wife. Before she took the gift and inspected it a bit, Y/N smiled softly at her husband. The present was square, large, but not that heavy. It was neatly wrapped, and she carefully tore the paper off the gift. Immediately, she noticed that it was a painting. When she turned it over, she gasped.

It was indeed a painting. The painting looked exactly like the background of Y/N her phone, she loved that photo. Thea had taken it a while ago. She had captured a sweet moment of the little family while they were having a picknick. Y/N was laughing in that photo and Oscar looked at her with the most adoring smile on his face. Sofia sat on Oscar’s lap and she showed the camera the flowers she had picked. Y/N softly caressed the side of the painting with her thumb. It was so beautiful, and I looked so real, almost like a real photograph.

‘Oscar...’ she whispered. ‘I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you. This is beautiful. It’s gorgeous.’

He smiled softly. ‘Of course, mi amor.’

‘What is it, mommy?’ Sofia asked curiously.

‘Daddy gave me a painting,’ Y/N said, and she turned the painting so that Sofia could see it. ‘It’s the same photo as my phone background. This is actually my favorite photo of the three of us.’

‘It’s pretty, daddy!’ Sofia cooed, after she analyzed it thoroughly. ‘Did you paint it?’

Oscar laughed. ‘Oh no, sweetie. A friend of mine did. He is a painter.’

Y/N kept looking at the painting and she felt tears welling up. Oscar was so thoughtful, and he really knew her better than she knew herself. Slowly, she stood up and she placed herself between Oscar’s legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and she hugged him tightly. Oscar chuckled warmly and he placed his arms around Y/N’s waist.

‘Thank you so much,’ she whispered. ‘You’re the best. I’m so lucky to have you.’

He kissed the top of her head. ‘I am so lucky to have you. I love you, sweetheart.’

Y/N turned her head to look at Sofia and she saw that she was happily eating her cake. So, when she turned back to Oscar, she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. Her husband made an “oomph” sound, but he quickly recollected himself and he kissed her back. During the kiss, Y/N felt him smiling. That made her smile and she played with the soft curls in his neck. They had to contain themselves, because Sofia was in the same room as them.

‘Mommy?’ they heard her ask.

Oscar released his wife and he watched his daughter with a look full of adoration. Sofia had almost finished her cake and her mouth and cheeks were covered in crumbs and icing. He quickly stood up and he grabbed a rag from the counter. He gently wiped her face clean and he kissed the top of her head.

‘Yes, sweetie?’ Y/N asked, and she sat down again.

‘Daddy and I made a movie for you too,’ she smiled, and she looked at her father.

‘Oh, princesa, it is not done yet,’ Oscar interrupted her quickly. ‘I didn’t have the time to edit it, so it’s not a movie.’

‘Oh,’ Sofia mumbled, and she looked sad.

‘We can watch it,’ Y/N said, and she shrugged her shoulders. She eyed Oscar and she motioned to the TV in the living room. ‘Just connect your phone to the TV and we can watch the videos one by one.’

‘Yes!’ Sofia exclaimed and she clapped in her hands. ‘Please, daddy?’

Oscar was unsure and he looked at his wife. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes!’ she smiled, and she pushed him softly towards the living room. ‘Let’s go.’

He chuckled. ‘Okay, okay.’

Oscar walked towards the living room, while Y/N picked up Sofia. She followed her husband into the living room, and she sat down on the couch facing the TV, Sofia on her lap. As soon as Oscar was ready, he sat down next to his wife and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Immediately, Y/N moved into his embrace. Sofia lay against her mother’s chest and she placed her legs on her father’s lap. Oscar pressed “play” and the first video started.

‘Hola, mi amor,’ Oscar said while he was walking down the street. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses and he looked into the camera whilst walking. ‘It’s a month until your birthday and I’m already busy with the preparations. I just went to a friend of mine and he will make a painting of the photo of the three of us that you like so much. Now I’m on my way to the florist, because I made you a promise when we got together. Every year on your birthday, I will buy you a bouquet of daisies.’

That’s where the video got cut off and Oscar clicked on the next fragment.

‘Mi amor,’ Oscar said. He was in their garage and he stepped into his car. ‘It’s one day before your birthday and you told me that you have to work tomorrow. While you were picking up Sofia, I called the florist and guess what? Your bouquet will be delivered at work.’ He placed his phone in a phone holder and he started the car. Oscar kept talking, but his eyes stayed focus on his surroundings. ‘I have a feeling that you’re a little bit suspicious, because I told you that I’m on my way to the supermarket. Yeah, I have to admit, that was a lie. I actually have to pick up the painting.’

There was a brief pause, before Oscar appeared on the screen again.

‘My friend Ray just showed me the painting and corazón, you’re gonna love it,’ he spoke with enthusiasm. He turned around his camera, so that Ray could be seen with the painting.

‘I’m glad you like it,’ Ray said, and he smiled brightly.

‘I love it,’ Oscar emphasized.

The video got cut off again and Oscar showed them the next one.

‘Buenos días, mi amor,’ Oscar said, and he walked out of their bedroom. ‘Feliz cumpleaños, it’s your birthday. Um, surprise? I don’t have to go to work, that was an excuse because I wanted to surprise you. Unfortunately, you had to go to work today. But that’s okay. Now, Sofia and I can decorate the living room and make you a cake!’

‘Daddy?’

‘Ah, right on time,’ Oscar smiled, and he walked into Sofia her room. ‘Good morning, princesa.’

‘Buenos días, papi,’ a sleepy Sofia greeted him, and she sat up. ‘Are you making the video for mamá?’

‘Yes, I am,’ he said, and he opened the curtains and window in her room. After that, he sat down next to her on her bed. They both smiled into the camera. ‘Remember the little secret that I told Sofia yesterday? Well, the secret was that I’m free today. Your little girl was into this conspiracy.’

‘Happy birthday, mommy!’ Sofia said with a smile. ‘Daddy and I are gonna surprise you tonight!’

‘Yes, we are,’ Oscar smiled, and he kissed Sofia’s cheek. ‘Let’s get you dressed.’

‘Can I wear the pretty dress that mamá bought me?’ she asked her dad with puppy eyes and she raised her arms in the air, a sign for Oscar to pick her up.

He smiled and he helped her out of her bed. ‘Of course, you can. It’s the purple one, right?’

‘Pastel purple,’ Sofia corrected him, and she placed her hands on her hips.

Her father chuckled, she looked so much like her mother right now. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Pastel purple.’

Sofia laughed, while Oscar opened her closet and took her purple dress.

There was a short break again and before Oscar hit the next video, he turned his head to look at Y/N. She was hugging Sofia tightly and her head rested on his shoulder.

‘Do you like it so far, mi amor?’ he asked her softly.

Y/N nodded. ‘I do. Was it your plan to make me cry all day?’

Oscar snickered and he kissed her lovingly. Y/N sighed, and she relaxed in the kiss.

‘Daddy, can we continue?’ Sofia said and she threw her head back, so that she could face her father. ‘Ew.’

They released each other and laughed as Y/N hid her blushing face in Oscar’s neck. He gently stroked his wife’s arm and with his other hand he smoothened his daughter’s hair.

‘Sure, princesa,’ Oscar said with a smile and he pressed the next video.

The scene changed and Oscar and Sofia were in the car.

‘Tell mamá where we are going to,’ Oscar told Sofia.

From the backseat, Sofia looked into the camera. ‘Hi, mommy! We are almost at auntie Thea’s!’

Oscar nodded. ‘Yeah, because I promised you that I would drop Sofia off at her place. We have to give you some sort of evidence... I think a picture will do.’

They kept talking to each other the rest of the drive, well, it was mostly Sofia who was talking. She shared all her ideas for her mother’s birthday and Oscar hummed and smiled because of her enthusiasm. After a minute or two, they arrived at Thea’s house. The brunette stood already outside and she waved at the little girl. Sofia waved back as Oscar parked the car at the side of the road.

‘Hey, Thea,’ Oscar greeted her when he stepped out of the car.

He grabbed his phone and the walked around the car to help his daughter out of her car seat. When her feet touched the ground, she ran to her aunt.

‘Auntie Thea!’ she yelled, and she hugged the woman’s legs.

‘Hi, sweetie,’ Thea greeted her, and she ruffled Sofia’s hair. ‘Hey, Oscar. Are you making a video for Y/N?’

Oscar smiled and he walked towards her. He kissed her twice on her cheeks as a greeting. ‘Yeah, she’s gonna love it.’ He placed Sofia in front of him and he held her by her shoulders. ‘Thank you for being part of our secret and for not saying anything to Y/N.’

‘Of course,’ Thea said, and she shrugged. ‘You know I’d anything for you guys.’

‘I really appreciate it, though,’ Oscar said, and he gave her another kiss on her cheek. ‘I know that best friends are supposed to tell each other everything.’

Thea laughed. ‘Except when the husband is about to surprise his wife in the most adorable way. Why don’t you come inside? You can catch up with Joe and me and Sofia and Ben can play together.’

‘Um,’ Oscar mumbled, he really wanted to talk with his friends, since he was so busy with filming lately. He lifted his phone to check the time and then he saw that he was still recording, he completely forgot about it. ‘Yeah, we can stay for one cup of coffee. After that we have to go to the supermarket for some groceries. Right, Sofia?’

‘Yes, we are baking a cake for mommy!’ Sofia said with a big smile.

‘Is that so?’ Thea asked. ‘Your mommy is very lucky with you guys.’

Sofia smiled even brighter and she nodded.

Oscar also smiled. ‘And we are very lucky with her. Hey, can we take a selfie as proof that I dropped Sofia off?’

Thea chuckled. ‘Sure.’

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Let me wrap up this video really quick.’ Oscar looked directly into the camera and he smiled. ‘Hola, mi amor. As you can see, we are at Thea’s. We will make a selfie for you and then we go inside for a cup of coffee.’

He switched the camera and Thea and Sofia waved at it.

‘Happy birthday, Y/N!’ Thea smiled and she picked up Sofia. ‘Oscar dropped her off as promised. I’m gonna steal them both for a couple of minutes. Joe and I have some catching up to do, but you will see them again tonight.’

‘Hi mommy!’ Sofia said and she waved towards the camera. Then she turned to Thea and she blushed a little bit. ‘Is Ben home?’

Oscar raised his eyebrows, but Thea grinned and nodded. ‘Yeah, he is inside with his dad.’

‘Can I play with him?’ she asked, and she turned even redder.

‘W-what?’ Oscar asked surprised. Sure, he knew that Sofia liked Ben and he knew that they got along really well, but why was she blushing?

‘Of course, sweetie,’ Thea approved. ‘You can play with Ben. Ready for the photo? Oscar?’

‘Yeah, yeah, sure,’ Oscar mumbled, and he stopped recording.

Y/N chuckled, and she hid her smile behind her hand. Oscar was such a protective dad. She and Thea already talked about their kids having a tiny crush on each other.

‘This is not funny, Y/N,’ Oscar whispered. ‘She likes him.’

‘Oh, please,’ Y/N laughed. ‘So what if she likes him? They are four years old.’

‘She’s my baby girl!’ Oscar told her and now he started to blush. ‘I should be the only man in her life! Now I have to talk to Joe about Ben, and I don’t want that. Thea and Joe are our best friends.’

Y/N shook her head and she kissed his cheek. ‘You don’t have to talk to him. And you are the only man in her life. You are the one she looks up to and the one she turns to when she has a problem. You are her everything.’

He pursed his lips together and nodded. ‘You’re right. Let's continue.’

She saw that he had tears in his eyes, and he smiled lovingly. Y/N ruffled Sofia’s hair, before she cuddled more into Oscar’s body.

‘The next couple of videos are more little snapshots of what we did today,’ Oscar explained, and he clicked on the next video.

The first one was Oscar and Sofia in a supermarket. They were shopping the ingredients for Y/N’s birthday cake. Sofia sat in the little seat in the shopping cart and she told her father which flavors and colors her mother liked best. At one point, Sofia had Oscar’s phone in her hands, and she pushed the camera in his face. He laughed genuinely and told that she had to keep distance, otherwise Y/N couldn’t see anything but his face.

‘But mamá always says she likes your pretty face,’ Sofia told him.

Oscar blushed and he shook his head.

The next video was the two of them at home. Oscar filmed his daughter, while she told him where they should put all the decorations. He smiled, she was already a little boss, just like her mother. Sofia pointed around the living room where Oscar should hang the garlands and where the balloons were supposed to be.

The last video was them baking and decorating the cake. This was such an adorable video. Oscar let Sofia help him with almost everything. He told her how to knead the dough and he showed her how to make the figures for the cake. He let her taste the icing and when they were almost finished, he smeared some icing on her cheek. She yelped and threw flour in his face. They laughed so hard, it made Y/N tear up a little bit. It was such a loving sight, which followed by a small “food fight” between father and daughter. Oscar and Sofia were both covered in flour and icing, but they were crying of laughter. After a couple of minutes, when they were done with laughing, Oscar cleaned them both and they decided to finish decorating the cake.

‘Okay, smile for me, princesa,’ Oscar said, and he pointed the camera of his phone at her.

Sofia turned around and she smiled at him. ‘Is it finished?’

‘Not yet, baby,’ he told her, and then the video stopped.

‘Well, that was everything,’ Oscar said, and he watched his wife. Nervously, he scratched the back of his head.

Y/N smiled softly, a tear escaped from the corner of her eye. ‘That was beautiful and really sweet. Thank you so much.’

‘Everything for you, hermosa,’ Oscar smiled, and he kissed her forehead.

‘I love you both so, so, so much,’ Y/N told them, and she started to cry. She couldn’t help herself, they were so thoughtful and sweet for her today. ‘I’m emotional, sorry. But everything you two did for me... I’m grateful.’

‘Hey, hey,’ Oscar hushed her. His tone was soft, and he wiped her tears away. ‘We love you too. You deserve this, all of this. You’re the love of my life. You gave me Sofia. I love you, mi amor.’

‘I love you too, mommy,’ Sofia said, and she hugged her mother’s middle. ‘You’re the best mommy in the whole world!’

Y/N laughed, and more tears fell down her cheeks. She bowed down to kiss the crown of Sofia’s head. Then, she turned around to face Oscar and she kissed him. Oscar smiled in the kiss and he kissed her back with all the passion he had.

Later that night, after a delicious dinner made by Oscar and Sofia and after they had put Sofia in bed and after the couple had spent some time on their couch watching a classic action movie, they were in their bathroom, making themselves ready to go to bed.

Y/N was wearing a red, very see-through negligee and she was brushing her teeth. Oscar stood behind her and he was undressing himself. Through the mirror, Y/N kept her eye on him, and she watched his every move. At one point, he caught her, and he smirked. He took off his shirt very slowly and the only thing he was wearing, were his boxers.

‘Oh, mi amor,’ he said, his voice was low and raspy. He inched towards her and his hands grabbed her hips. He nibbled on her neck and he maintained eye contact through the mirror. ‘You do realize that I still owe you one big birthday present?’

She whimpered and she quickly bent over to spit out the toothpaste. That movement made Oscar groan. Y/N slowly stood up and turned around. Oscar’s eyes were dark with lust and he pushed her against the sink. He attacked her lips without warning, and he let his tongue slip inside her mouth. Y/N moaned, she kissed him back and placed her arms around his neck. She tugged on his hair and she rocked her hips against his. Oscar growled and he grabbed her hips again, but roughly this time.

Y/N pressed little kisses against his jawline and her hands wandered from his neck to his shoulders, before sliding down to his chest. Her fingertips came in contact with his necklace and Y/N smiled. She slowly pulled back, while her fingers lingered on the cold metal.

When Oscar didn’t get the attention that he wanted, he whined and kissed the spot behind her ear.

‘Honey, hold on,’ Y/N muttered, and she moved one of her hands to his hips. Her fingers grazed the waistline of his boxes and she looked him in the eye. ‘Before I’m going to unwrap my gift, I have to give you a present.’

Oscar hesitated in his movements and he squeezed his eyebrows together. ‘W-what? I don’t understand. It’s your birthday, why do you have a present for me?’

Y/N smiled, and she stared at the necklace around his neck. It was the necklace. ‘You are wearing the necklace.’

He eyed her, still confused. ‘Yes, of course. It’s my favorite, because I can -’

‘Carry both my girls with me, every day,’ Y/N finished the sentence.

Oscar smiled and nodded. ‘Exactly.’

‘Come,’ Y/N said, and she made her way towards their bedroom.

‘Y/N, corazón, talk to me. What’s going on?’ Oscar asked her as he followed her into their bedroom.

‘Sit,’ she commanded and opened the drawer of her bedside table. He did what she said, and she sat down next to him.

She held a black, velvet box in her hand, and she gave it to him. ‘This is my gift for you.’

Oscar was still confused, but he accepted the box and he opened it slowly. Inside the box was a silver charm. It was plain and untouched. The charm resembled the two charms on his necklace, the only difference was that the new charm wasn’t engraved. Oscar picked it up and studied it attentively.

‘Y/N...’ he whispered, and he looked at her. ‘I – help me out? This charm is very similar to the charms on my necklace, but... I – I mean...’

‘But what?’ Y/N smiled, and she rubbed his hand with her thumb. ‘I think you have to add this charm to your necklace soon.’

His eyes darted from her stomach to her eyes, searching for any sign that she was joking. Carefully, he put the charm back and he placed the box on the bedside table. ‘No...’

Y/N smiled softly and nodded. ‘Yes.’

Oscar gasped and he brought his hands to his mouth. ‘No... Y/N, are you serious? Please tell me you are not joking.’

‘I’m not joking, I’m one hundred percent serious,’ Y/N assured her husband.

He grabbed both her hands and he looked at her. ‘You’re pregnant?’

‘Yes!’ she told him, and the brightest smile appeared on her face. ‘Yes, I am. Sofia is getting a little brother or sister. And you, Oscar Isaac Hernández Estrada, you are going to be a daddy again.’

Oscar gulped. He watched their linked hands and when he looked up again, Y/N saw tears in his eyes. ‘Mi amor, gracias. Te amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti. Eres el mundo para mí.’

Now, Y/N was crying too. She was crying but smiling. ‘I love you too, so much. I can’t imagine my life without you.’

He let go off their hands and he embraced her in a tight hug. Oscar whispered sweet nothings in her ear, he told her how much he loved her, and he kissed her forehead and temple over and over again.

‘When did you find out?’ he asked her curiously after a passionate kiss. His arms were wrapped around her middle and he caressed her still flat belly.

‘Two weeks ago,’ she answered, and she laid her head against his shoulder. ‘I went to the doctors when you were filming. My missed period was one giveaway, but I vomited a lot and I started to dislike some food. So I took a test, which was positive. After that I went to the doctors, who confirmed it.’

Oscar hummed in agreement. ‘Yeah, I noticed the change in food and the vomiting. Now it makes sense, of course.’

Y/N laughed softly. ‘I wanted to surprise you, otherwise I would have told you earlier. I thought my birthday would be the perfect day. I had it all planned out. And I almost slipped up a couple of times.’

He laughed too. ‘That sounds like you. I’m glad you told me this way. Does anyone else know?’

‘Nope,’ she said, and she popped the “p”. ‘But Joe and Thea are suspicious.’

‘When are they not,’ Oscar joked. ‘How far along are you?’

‘Ten weeks,’ Y/N told him. ‘I’m going to show soon.’

He grinned. ‘I can’t wait. When should we tell Sofia that’s going to be a big sister? And when do you want to tell our family and friends?’

‘Maybe after the next ultrasound?’ she suggested. ‘I made an appointment for the next ultrasound in three weeks.’

‘Perfect,’ Oscar agreed, and he stroked her belly again. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ Y/N smiled, and she kissed him.

Oscar grinned in the kiss and he got ahold of her hips. He withdrew for a second to look at his wife. ‘I think you were about to unwrap you last birthday gift for today.’

Y/N stayed quiet for a minute, but then she burst out laughing. ‘Yeah, I think you’re right.’ And she moved her hands to the waistline of her husband’s boxers.

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Translations:

Mi amor = my love No te preocupes = don’t worry Mi princesa = my princess Buenos días = good morning / hello Papi = daddy Corazón = heart (like my love, sweetheart, darling, honey) Mamá = mommy Feliz cumpleaños = happy birthday Hermoso / hermosa = handsome / beautiful

Mi amor, gracias. Te amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti. Eres el mundo para mí = my love, thank you. I love you so much. I can’t live without you. You mean the world to me

Feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños querida Y/N, feliz cumpleaños a ti = happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you

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Soon You'll Get Better

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

summary: you were going to get better. you had to.

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: buckle up and get ready folks because we are headed on a one way ticket to angst town today, fluff at the end though don't worry, swearing, hospitals and talk of death, please do not read this if you feel like you are not in a comfortable head space for it, as this takes place in a hospital and revolves around the possibility of death (no one dies though it's okay), Miguel crying

a/n: i. almost cried making this three. times. miguel is soft in this story because i said so. it's sad, and you might cry.

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oh yeah, please do not repost my stories.

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He made sure that the flowers were the color you liked the most.

They smelled of a summer day, memories of your first days in the HQ making him grip the stems just a little tighter.

He knew you liked the ones that were just about to bloom, so you could watch it happen, watch them come to life. The florist in your universe knew him by name now, and another shard of him broke apart every time they gave him 'that' look, with slivers of pity filling the flower-tender's irises.

You would like the sky today, how the birds were singing along the treetops, how the city's skyline mixed with the graying clouds. He never paid attention to the sky, to the clouds, until he met you.

The universe had to have something against him at this point. Gabi still haunted his every waking moment, and if you didn't wake up--no. you would wake up. The doctors had said that they were hopeful, but then again, they could just be lessening the blow. It had been three weeks, and it choked him up when a part of him whispered that he had already lost you, too.

He was losing hope.

He walked his way to the hospital, you always hated cabs. Your universe was vastly different from his own, but they were both beautiful in their own respective way. Yours reminded him of watercolor paint to his acrylic.

He always hated hospitals. That's why he refused to go to the spidey medbay back at HQ, why he always patched himself up unless you were there. The only reason you weren't at that infirmary was because of your last words to him, when you desperately grasped his hand, blood trickling down your temple. You had looked him in the eyes, and his stomach was practically ripped from him when your eyes lost your focus. He squeezed your hand tighter then, pleading, begging, for you to stay with him. You had only the strength to whisper, and only a sentence escaped your split lips as you squeezed back.

"The sky, isn't it lovely?"

And then you let go, you went limp, and his heart stopped. You were in civilian clothes thank god, because you had gotten into this position trying to protect someone as you were grabbing your dinner for the two of them. He had froze when Lyla alerted his watch of your situation, you should’ve been home twenty minutes ago, and he completely shut down when he saw your state, ambulance sirens in the distance. He held you, bleeding to death in his arms as the portal behind him snapped shut.

He hasn't slept much since then.

It was some advanced technology that they used while you shoved the scared civilian out of harm's way, taking their place. The technology used was one that he had never seen outside of this universe. Your doctors knew how to handle it, but he didn't. He failed, again. He hadn't gotten there soon enough, and he was paying for it.

The hospital was always too bright, too bland, too full of the ghosts of those who never made it out the exit doors. The nurses greeted him as he walked in, the 'Good afternoon Mr. O'Hara's’ echoing off of the sterile walls.

You had been in a comatose for three weeks, and he had been showing up every day for three weeks. He would come to this horrid place every day of the rest of his damn life if that meant that he was there for when you woke up.

Because you were going to wake up.

You had to.

Your room had the best view he could manage to convince the doctors to give you, and he knocked three times before he went into it. The familiar smells of a hospital room assaulted his nose upon entering the stiff space, the only noise being your heart monitor.

Miguel made his usual rounds, walking to your bed and making sure you had the blankets just the way you like them.

"Hello gorgeous, you'd like the flowers I got today."

It was weird, talking out loud in a room full of two whilst only one responded. Your room was relatively high up, and you could see the waterfront in the distance. He picked up the wilting flowers that resided in the wine-bottle vase that you had gifted him long ago. He went over to the sink to rinse the vase out, and a fresh wave of guilt and nerves washed through his body as the water washed out the fallen petals.

And then he followed the same steps he followed for the past three weeks. He sat down in the chair next to your bed, setting the new bouquet down in the vase on the side table, and he talked. He talked about what you were missing out on at HQ, about the adventures that he went on in the various universes that day, about which nurses and doctors you'd prefer.

He wasn't one to talk, but he would for you. He felt safe to talk in front of you, he always did. The team back at the spider society knew about what happened and popped in every now and then too, but it was never for too long. Miguel on the other hand practically lived there, having maneuvered the chairs into an easy but uncomfortable bed for himself to lay in long after the sun said goodnight. He brought his excess work, he brought the flowers, and he sat by your side. Then the sun would rise, he would leave, keep the multiverse in check, and come back.

You two had never said 'I love you' to each other, but that's okay. At least, that's what he told himself as the days pressed on, because he knew that the minute your eyes would open, and they would open, he would speak them to you, hell he would get on his knees and pledge his love for you for the world to hear, if that meant you would wake up.

But for now, he could show his love in his being there, in his gifts, in his bringing meals to eat with you, in his reading to you, in his shitty commentary of the sitcoms your universe had on the television.

This was the most vulnerable he'd been in quite a while, and he didn't really know how to process it. He started crying more, but only here. He would cry as he laughed at a stupid joke you told him months ago, as he reminisced on what once was.

Tonight was no different, and he was on the third book of the week, reading the words out loud to you, licking his fingers before turning the page. He didn't really like these types of books (for romance was never a strong suit of his) but you did, so he loved them for you.

"Can you believe it? I cannot understand why he would go for the prince of all people?" He raised his free hand in an exasperated sigh as he shook his head. He quickly readjusted his reading glasses (that he would deny that he had until the day he died). "Okay I do understand why, but after what had happened with the king trying to kill him, he continues to go out with the prince? The stable boy is clearly head-over-heels for him." He paused, looking at you before grabbing you hand, lightly brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

"You would agree with me."

He hadn't been this vocal since he was in the universe with his daughter again, and it was weird for him. This silent, brooding man took a step back the moment he entered those automatic doors, and this new old version of him came out, one that hadn't seen the light of day in too long.

Miguel was currently so engrossed in this story that he didn't even notice the shift in his grip, the change in the beeping that had become white noise to him at this point.

It wasn't until a sputter of coughs came from the bed to his left that it dawned on him that you were waking up, an then it was a blur.

You squeezed his hand again.

The book dropped onto the floor.

The nurses rushed in.

You locked eyes with him, not fully open yet, but awake.

He was rushed out then, to make sure you were stabilized and for them to run some tests. Miguel wanted to be in there, wanted to be in by you, and practically jumped when a person in scrubs caught his attention.

"You can come in now, sir."

And there you were.

You were awake for the first time in weeks, and you already had the remnants of a smile on your face. He missed you so much. "I missed you so much."

"That king..." you coughed again, accepting water in a plastic cup. "He sounds like a dick."

Miguel laughed. He laughed, and there were tears streaming down his face. Yours too. "I love you so much, mi amor."

And yeah, maybe you had been out of it for nearly a month, but when you tilted your head up to bask in the moonlight, the smile on your face made you look ethereal.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for years, love." He could see you take a deep breath, your chest rising and falling. Your chest was rising and falling. You were alive.

You were alive.

Your eyes travelled to the nicely placed vase.

"Miguelito, you got my favorite flowers. You remembered."

He moved to sit on your bed, your hand slowly, shakily, barely able to move, reaching out to him. He took it and sat at your feet. "Oh just you wait until we get home, there's flowers everywhere."

Sometimes, he thought, maybe things did work out.

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