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does miguel diaz give bf energy or wife energy more??? the people need to know

i’m obsessed with baela targaryen
first of all i love you. really. everything that you're writing is making my life so much better, so thank u <3 if that's okay for u, could you write something where reader is a single mom, she has a little girl and her daughter is very attached to billy? and it's the most sweetest thing ever cause billy loves her, calls her little princess (very sweet tooth 😭) one night, her daughter asks billy to read a storie for her to sleep and he does so and in the end, she says something like "i wish you were my dad" and it's just so cute and funny cause she gagged everyone, reader is like "babe!!!!" while billy is in shock but at the same time his heart is melting 🥺🥺 (sorry if this is too much, just write if u want!)
oh im. gonna cry and sob and piss everywhere this is the sweetest softest thing ive ever read yes oh my god

billy would be so so sweet with your daughter, especially if she was around 4-6 years old. at first you were worried that a man like him wouldn’t want anything to do with a single mother, especially one as young as you. but he never asked you to explain, and never judged you for it. all he ever did was treat you like a queen, and your daughter like a princess.
and your little girl is just enamored with him. she follows after him like a little duckling, so much so that billy starts to call her “ducky”. it makes her giggle every single time, always makes billy smile all warm and fond. they get on like a house on fire, your man and your baby girl. billy teaches her things like how to ride a horse, how to tie all kinds of knots, how to rope a little goat even. your daughter tells you one evening, her little face very serious, that she thinks “billy knows everything, mama. everything!” you want to let her believe it for as long as possible.
on this particular day, all 3 of you had spent the day together. billy had showed up bright and early to take you for a picnic out in a meadow behind your house, a daylong excursion that lasted until the sun slowly set. it was late spring, cicadas beginning to sing in the tall grass. once it got dark outside, billy pulled out a jar and showed your daughter how to catch fireflies. once they had about 10 of them, they sat on the blankets with their heads ducked together to observe them, giving each one a unique name.
“let’s call this one tommy,” she says, pointing at a bug near the bottom.
“perfect name, ducky. how’d you get so good at this?”
your little girl giggles, shrugging and letting billy name the next one. it makes your heart so happy to see a man with so much patience and love for your daughter.
when you finally return to the house, it’s time to get your kid ready for bed. tired and pliant from her long day outside catching bugs and weaving flower crowns (that of course billy taught her how to do), she goes down without much of a fight. she does ask billy to stay and tell her a bedtime story, though, and he’s never been one to deny that sweet little face whatever she wants.
you half-listen as billy spins some wild tale about a princess who slay dragons herself, one who doesn’t need a prince to come and rescue her. she’s strong and brave and guess what? she looks just like your little girl, same hair color and little lilac colored dress. his story makes her smile, even as her sleepy eyes begin to blink more slowly. when he finishes, he leans down to kiss her forehead softly and tuck her blanket around her small little body.
“i wish you were my daddy,” she murmurs sleepily, rubbing her eye with one small fist. you see billy freeze and slowly look to you, unsure what to say.
“oh, baby—“ you start, taking a step forward. billy gently cuts you off, which you welcome, not sure what to tell her.
“you know, ducky, sometimes i wish that too,” he whisper conspiratorially. her eyes light up curiously.
“really?” she asks, looking up at him.
“mhm,” he says with a nod. “but i think this little thing we have going here is even more special. you know why?”
she waits for an answer, eyes full of curiosity and wonder at the man sitting on the edge of her bed.
“because i didn’t help to give you life, life gave you and me to each other. and that’s pretty special, don’t you think?”
your little girl smiles, nodding her head. you swallow hard, your eyes feeling a little misty at the way he loves your baby and she loves him. it’s so pure, so unconditional the way they’ve attached themselves to each other.
billy smiles at her and brushes her hair away from her face, giving her chubby cheek a soft caress.
“sweet dreams, baby girl.”
“goodnight billy,” she says with a little yawn, snuggling down into her pillow. billy blows out the oil lamp beside her bed, following you out of her bedroom and closing the door softly.
“i’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn—“ he’s cut off by you grabbing his face and pulling him down into a dizzying kiss. you smile against his mouth when he doesn’t hesitate for even a second to kiss you back, his arms winding around your waist to pull you closer.
“thank you,” you whisper when you finally break away for air. “for loving both of us, for taking care of us.”
“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for that. i’ll always be here to take care of my two best girls,” he says with a grin, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “and who knows? maybe one day soon you’ll let me put a ring on that pretty little finger and that little girl in there can call me whatever she wants.”

So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?
Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.
Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.
Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.
Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).
Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.
Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.
Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.
Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”
miles (1610) & his barbie gf
warning(s) - fem!reader, reader is black



miles and the pretty girl that sits in next to him in english class
miles and the pretty girl from english, the one with the pretty pink acrylic nails that should be too long for her to write with but she makes it work anyway
miles and the pretty girl from english, the one who’s hair is almost always done, long knotless braids that cascade down her back or butterfly locs decorated with little gold and pink clips, the one who wears all those cute clips in her natural hair
miles and the pretty girl from english, the one who he’d never thought would give him a second glance, but turns to him and smiles so prettily, asking to partner up for a group project
miles and his pretty project partner, who shows up to his house and greets him with a grin and a hug, and she smells so good that he almost faints
miles and his pretty project partner who greets his mother with that pretty smile and asks him when they should start working
miles and his pretty project partner who’s been brainstorming since they’d been assigned the project and presents her ideas on a powerpoint, the pinkest and most impressive thing he’d ever seen
miles and his pretty project partner who enjoys his company so much she wants to talk to him more and eat lunch together on monday, and saves her number in his phone — “name💗”
miles and his pretty project partner who buys him a cookie during lunch on monday, just because
miles and his pretty project partner, who he spent the entire weekend thinking about, her face now decorating many pages in his sketchbook
miles and his pretty project partner, who he spends time with weeks after their project has been turned in
miles and his project parter turned friend/crush who he goes from feeling awkward to feeling the most himself around like her confidence is contagious
miles who slowly gains the confidence to be more bold, and uses the shoulder touch to which she giggles
miles and his friend-crush turned something else who he hangs out with all the time and always texts good morning and good night, and she greets him with hugs and kisses his cheek as a goodbye
miles and the pretty girl he likes who he asks out on the fire escape where they watch the sunset, and she looks so pretty during golden hour
miles and his barbie girlfriend who begs to do her skincare routine on him, and asks to braid his hair, and decides they should get matching jordans
miles and his barbie girlfriend who gets her nails done in his favorite colors, and asks his opinion on what hair styles she should get next
miles and his barbie girlfriend that mrs. morales isn’t too fond of at first, but appearances are nothing if not deceiving and this girl is her new daughter if nothing else
miles and his barbie girlfriend who keeps every drawing that he gives her and is always leaving brand new art supplies on his desk
miles and his barbie girlfriend who waits up for him on the nights that patrol runs too long and her imagination runs wild
miles and his barbie girlfriend who can and will tattle on him to mama morales, which keeps him in spanish class more often
miles and his barbie girlfriend who spends hours getting ready for their dates and always looks like a dream
miles and his barbie girlfriend who makes her mark on his life through the new splattering of pink in his wardrobe
miles and his barbie girlfriend who gets him teased by his father and lightly scolded by his mother when she leaves lipstick stains on his cheeks and jaw
just miles and his barbie girlfriend <3

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: the prowler and the spider had an infamous rivalry—the prowler was always improving, and the spider refused to die.
ᴀɴᴏɴ: Earth42! Miles had a s/o who was bitten by a spider as well (maybe just an AU where 1116 Miles didn’t get bitten by the spider or there was another one) and they are both rivals under the masks but literally love eachother without them bc they don’t know each other’s identity?? And some angsty if they were in battle and he was beating them tf up and literally about to kill them and removes the mask and MORE ANGST AHH.
ʀᴇ𝐐: yes ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4k ~ alternate universe (within alternate universe) where the reader is bit instead of earth 1610 or earth 42 miles
part 2 (crackfic)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, violence, blood, near death experience

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: we had so little of earth 42 miles so personally i dont like him yet but the request is good
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You had to hand it to him, he was good. He brought a new little gadget each time to take advantage of one of your weaknesses, which thankfully allowed you to discover them yourself and patch them up; but that didn't take away from the fact that he was inventing these little things so quick, or that he was noticing your mistakes.
The Prowler delights himself in your shocked little eye goggles when you punch him with your powers and it doesn't affect him, "D'ya like that? Can't use your little electricity powers on me anymore."
"Personally, I call it Venom, but I suppose," You pull back, regaining your bearings, cracking your knuckles, "it's too much to ask for a little respect."
"Getting tired?" Prowler closes the distance between you easily with his physics defying boots.
"Not at all." You press yourself onto the wall behind you, climbing on with your hands and feet to prepare for an attack. "Just caught me at the end of my shift, 's all."
"Exactly."
You ignore the little comment and aim up to shoot a web towards the ceiling, but then... click. Fuck, you were out of web fluid. He really was paying close attention to you.
You push yourself off the wall instead, diving towards him to topple him over. He dodges with his boots, leaving you to stumble onto the ground. He brings an empowered punch down while you're off your feet, but you roll over to the side, onto your back to dodge.
The ground beside you shatters as his punch lands, incredibly loud. Your ears ring as you hop back onto your feet.
"What's next? Lasers? Cat machine guns?"
"Cat machine guns?" The Prowler laughs, standing straight again. "What are you, nine?"
"Are you not nine? I thought we were the same age." You punch, but he blocks it with his sturdy gauntlets. You hop back before he can counter.
"Oh, you definitely did not." He lunges forward, aiming a punch to your head, but you dodge under and sweep his feet. He falls harshly onto his back, leaving him stunned for a second. You try to take advantage of it, but as you pull back your arm for a punch, your spider-sense warns you of something from behind.
You dodge to the side. As you regain your ground, your feet slip and you fall against the wall. For a moment, as the both of you focus up, you look around the room. What triggered your spider-sense? There was nothing or no one here, no one except for the Prowler.
Speaking of, he stands, clutching his head with one hand; and he's laughing.
"That was one of your tricks, wasn't it?"
Your powers allow you to regain your composure much faster and you take the opportunity to punch him.
The Prowler falters, taking a few steps back but keeping himself on his feet, "You punch like a baby."
"I don't want to kill you." You reason.
"Kill me?" He laughs, "With what, kindness?"
As he stabilizes himself, something else triggers your Spider-sense, and you dodge at nothing again. Another comes from behind and you stumble forward, right into his range. The Prowler punches, and it connects.
"What's up with that, anyway?" The punch knocks you back against the wall and you climb up desperately out of his reach. "You never kill. I always come back."
"It's my one rule."
"No one's asking you to keep it."
Another thing triggers your Spider-sense, then another, different directions, you can't keep up with them at the same time. Trapped in a corner, you let out a burst of Venom to try to decimate them before they can even reach you.
"What a pathetic little Spider."
The Prowler swings up, allowing his gauntlet to burst out with its usual mechanical power... and your Venom. The shock brings you to the ground, where you writhe in its cold tile with a searing pain and aftershocks of electricity. You're pretty sure you broke something–or pulled something, you really can't tell.
"Reusing my Venom?" You snicker with the last energy you have, "Running out of ideas, Prowler?"
"A blabbermouth 'till the end." You can hear the humor in his voice as he brings a punch down.
Crack!
His hands stays there, atop your head, his other one pins your shoulder to the ground. So this was it.
"I don't suppose," You wheeze out, "my rule applies to you?"
He ignores that comment, staring down at you. The mask tore in the area of one of your eyes.
His mask was always ruthless. It resembled a gas mask, preparing for the worse, but it also projected an image: his narrowed, emotionless eyes. To top it all off, he almost seemed to have the horns of a devil.
"You have nice eyes."
He was about to kill you and he was cracking jokes... he was about to kill you, and you never got to say goodbye to Miles.
"I wonder what you look like." He grabs a hold of your mask harshly with his gauntlet, "Did you ever wonder what I looked like?" and he pulls.
Now, without the mask in the way, you spit blood onto the tiled ground.
Suddenly, he seizes up, like he's frozen in place.
"Don't you think you're dragging this out?"
The Prowler lets go. He falls to his knees beside you, beginning to sob. He gathers you in his arms like you're glass, like he wasn't so hellbent on stopping your heartbeat just a few seconds ago.
Powerless, you simply rest in his arms. "This is a change, isn't it?"
"God, where do you find the strength?" He questions, chuckling a dry laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"A lot of coffee, let's say."
"Shut up."
The mask on his face disassembles itself, and–oh.
"Miles?"
"I'm so fucking sorry." He buries his head into the crook of your weak neck. His sobs make you feel the need to protect him, to kiss the tears that stain his face away, but you can barely move.
You can still, however, heave a sigh of relief. "Look, I'm not dead yet." Though your mouth was lathered in disgusting coppery blood. "Surely my little genius can carry me to safety?"
"Yes." He stands, shell shocked, with you in your arms. You felt so light, so weak, and it was all because of him. "I'm–"
You bring a weak hand to cup his jaw, the highest you could bring it. You can feel the wet tears gathered there. "You can be sorry later."
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You examine yourself in the mirror of the Morales apartment–thank that little spider that you've got healing powers–when you hear the front door open, meaning Miles is back with some first aid shit. "Miles, how am I supposed to explain this to my aunt?!" You call.
Miles stumbles towards the bathroom, the rustle of the plastic bag accompanying his footsteps.
He didn't know how you were so quick to forgive all the injuries he'd given you, all the harm he'd caused. He didn't know how you weren't screaming at him, how you didn't want to kill him. He had done you wrong so many times and you weren't even angry.
But when he stops in the bathroom doorway and you turn to him, he sees the look in your eyes. It's the same as always, full of love for him, appreciation for him; like everything good in the world was embodied in him.
New scars were forming on your face, the same that littered his body, the telltale scars of being struck by lightning. "I guess we match now."
He stares down at the rolled up sleeves of his hoodie. He'd never shown them to you, the very scars you caused him unknowingly. They were like lightning up his arms and his legs and his torso, only missing on his face. He was a dangerous storm, and you had dared to love him.
"I love you." He drops the bag and brings you in his arms again.
Your knees give in, for you were still weak, but he had you. He was there to support you, to keep you up. "I love you too."
"I'm sorry." He says again.
"I know." You reply simply. "...you are what keeps me going, by the way. You're the reason I find strength even in the worst of times."
"Te amo, te amo, te amo..." Miles whispers over and over again. (I love you.)
He didn't need to question why you weren't angry with him, so long as you loved him.

╭₊˚ ๑︰your boyfriend is odd, but i guess it adds to why you love him :)

:★: relationship : miles morales x g-neutral reader
:★: warnings : none! fluff
:★: a/n : quality > quantity but if i'm not writing i feel lazy ☹ RAGHHH hobbies r stressful (not rlly unless u make them stressful).. super quick post since i feel a little silly

Miles 'Clingy' Morales after he's been on patrol for a whole day and wants nothing but to be with you in your arms, maybe a little too much after he webs you and him to the bed cause he is DETERMINED to cuddle you for three hours straight.
Miles 'Loved by your Parents' Morales who's invited to the house almost every other day because your parents miss him. You're well aware he's busy with his double life as Spiderman, but still appreciates his efforts to visit your parents whenever he gets the chance.
Miles 'Golden Retriever Boyfriend' Morales who treats you like literal royalty every single day. He loves to do little acts of service for you in his free days, like buying you snacks or giving your head a massage. Just whatever to show his love for you. ♡
Miles 'Easily Jealous' Morales who tries to lowkey shoot his webs towards the feet of anyone who tries to approach you with vibes he doesn't approve of. He'll keep your attention away by pointing at shops you like that both of you are passing by, but he needs amazing aim to hopefully also hit their eyes.
Miles 'Smart Boyfriend' Morales who tutors you in the subjects you struggle in, chuckling at your own misery as you resist the urge to tear apart the paper of your homework. He's always so patient with you though, all your concerns and frustrations hes there to take care of.
Miles 'Reassurance' Morales who kisses all your physical insecurities and says something he loves about them. Who reminds you about how perfect you are no matter what, never resenting or wanting to push you away whenever you're upset or in a mood to just be alone.
Miles 'Gentle' Morales who never scolded you whenever you made a mistake or did something to upset him, and instead talked to you patiently for hours on end without a single tone of anger while he spoke. Who whenever he saw you injured, would immediately rush to his mother with you in his arms and have the most trusted nurse he knew to take care of you.
Miles 'Nervous' Morales (MnM lol) who sometimes forget hes quite literally dating you and gets shy or flustered like he's still in his crushing stage with you. Who sometimes can't believe he's dating someone as amazing as you, and can't help but still get flustered about everything relating to you.
Miles 'Listener' Morales who will always be there to listen to your vents, rambles and needs whenever you try and communicate them with him. He'll take mental notes or take LITERAL notes depending on how important they are to you. <3
Conclusion : Miles is very green flag 🙏
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Earth 1610!Miles Morales! X Fem!Reader!
Warning: Stablished relationship, fluff, children
Summary: Miles and you are happily together when all of the sudden two teenagers come out of a portal claiming to be your children from another dimension.

Both teenagers sitting down on a rooftop “We have to help Peter and Gwen” you rested your head on his shoulders “Yea I know, I just wanted to spend some time with you…” he kisses your forehead and you smile.
“Argh! You two really don’t change!” You two turn around rapidly and you see two teenagers standing behind you. A girl and a boy. “Who are you two?! How do you guys know about this place?!” You got up and Miles puts you behind him. “Don’t worry, ma” the boy says while sitting down “Why you calling me mom, boy?!” Your son tried to reach you but you electrocuted him with your powers and the girl glitched which made them both pass out.
“Come on, Miles! Let’s take them inside!” You dragged the boy who was around your age “But let me take him!” You giggle noticing Miles’ jealousy.
Your children opened their eyes and saw their parents standing in front of them. They were tied in a punching bag. The girl struggled to get out “You think she’s glitching again?” You asked Miles “Listen! We don’t have time for this! We have to go to our home!” The girl says.
“First we have some questions. I want to know why that boy called me mom!” You point at him “I thought you would ask for our names” your daughter said “What are your names?” Miles asks “My name is Rio and he is Aaron…” Rio mentions “The reason why I called you mom is because you are! You are my ma!” He says.
“Miles, remember me the last time I was pregnant?” You said sarcastically “You are from another universe aren’t you?” You massaged your temple “This is so crazy! You two look at lot like me but also have (Y/N) lips and her eyes…” Miles took a close look at his kids with excitement.
“Watch the hands, not the mouth…” they said as they untied themselves as left out the window “Hey! Come back here! Obey your father!” Miles made his voice deeper as his children walked down the wall “Miles stop encouraging their delusion.” You said “I’m sorry, amor.” He apologized and you kissed his cheek as you both walked down as well.
“Wait! You guys have to help us! You guys help us destroy the collider and we help you go back to your dimension!” Miles talked as he carefully walked down “We need the collider to go back” Rio mentions “Well there are others like you! They also want to go home!” They stopped and turn around.
Peter took a good look at them “So these are your children…” he said “From what I see I was a good teacher in that universe because you two passed your teachings to your kids…” he has his hand on his chin while looking at them.
You all are sitting silently in a bus and you see Rio a bit nervous “You’ll go home, it’s okay, mama” you put your hand on her shoulder and she smiled “I have pictures of us, I miss them a lot and I look at pictures of them when I feel down” she mentions taking her phone out.
She shows you pictures of the four of you. You look a lot more mature and so does Miles. Everyone was very happy in those pictures and you start wondering if that’s how your life with your Miles is supposed to end.
“I want to see pictures too!” Miles takes the phone and sees through the pictures and he sees a funny picture of him, he was drooling in his couch on his other home with his kids laughing at him “Young lady, what is the meaning of this?” Miles pretends to be a father “These children now days” he shakes his head “They don’t respect their parents…” he laughs.
Your children are very skilled with their webs and overall abilities “Did I teach them that or…?” Miles looks at you and back again at his kids “It was not me…” you denied.
When it was time for them to go “I can’t let my children go…” you joked and they laugh “Don’t take more pictures of me like that, muchachita” Miles scolds his daughter.
You two are laying on the rooftop while watching the stars “I’ll go home and thank my parents for putting up to all my antics” he chuckles “I’m happy to know that in at least one of all those universe we get to have a good life…” you look at him, tip of the noses touching “Well now make them two…” he looks at you with utter adoration and kisses you.