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Misfits
Chapter 4: Vines and flowers
Neil Barnes, Maddison Monroe, Sheeva Collins and Kyra Dennis
(Jiro and Dakarai is now 15 and Teo and Kayla is now 7)
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2 years later...
Neil was having a walk around the ship it was busy day at the Avengers ship, Dakarai and Kayla was training with Black widow and Captain America, Jiro was helping Teo with his homework. Life has been going great now for the 4 of them ever since they gotten saved from the lab and got put in better lives and be happier. "Hey Neil Tony and your dad needs you" Sheeva said walking out from the meeting room "Oh ok and aren't you suppose to be in school" Neil asks suspiciously "oh...well I just...decided to work a little more?" she says with a nervous smile "Yeah right I know your just trying to skip class" Neil chuckles "Shh don't tell my dad please Neil!!!" Sheeva begged "I won't won't geez!!!" Neil laughs while walking in the meeting room "You asked for me?" Neil asked Tony and Bucky “Yeah son come over here I have a important question for you about your team” Bucky asked “If your gonna asked if they important then yes they are” Neil says with annoyance walking away but before he could Bucky grab his arm gently “No son I’m asking that I’m was going to ask if they improved enough to be ready for a mission” Bucky asked.
Neil looked at his father with big eyes “A misson?!” Neil asked nervously “Yeah a misson son why so nervous?” Bucky asks with concern “W-well Dakarai still isn’t’ fully aware of his magic,Kayla and Teo still need to learn more combat AND more about there powers, well Jiro good but need to learn maybe a little more about blood magic and-” Tony stops Neil’s rambling “Calm down Neil I’m pretty sure there strong enough to go on a mission and handle there selves and if not Maddison and Asami will be there to help you” Tony assures Neil “Wait Maddison is gonna be there???” Neil says with concern “Yeah what’s the problem with that?” Bucky asks. Neil rubs his neck with nervousness “Well we need someone that are compassionate with kids like me and Asami are and Maddison is a….how do I say this….” Neil says nervously “Not good with kids…” Neil says “We know that but she knows what to do get the job done and plus no one else can do the job Neil, please do this it’s important” Tony says and Neil sighs “Fine but if Maddison annoys me I’m out” Neil says while pointing at Tony and his father Bucky “Yes!! Thanks kid” Tony pulls him in for a hug “Your welcome Tony” Neil says while rolling his eyes “What is the mission about anyways?” Neil says “Something in Asgard Will tell you when you gather your team and get ready to leave” Tony says “Okay who do you want for the team?” Neil asks his father “All of them if you will” Bucky says.
Later at midnight…
Neil gather up his whole team to the Avengers meeting room “Alright team my father and Tony Stark has a announcement for us all and it’s very exciting news at fact” Neil says while standing up with his father, Tony Stark, and Maddison “So kids today is the where you finally get to go on your first mission we have already your stuff packed and your jet ready” Bucky says while crossing his arms, the kids cheered excitedly “What is the mission Bucky?” Maddison asks curiously “You all will be going to Asgard and watching over the princess Almira, there were signs of her losing control of herself and being consumed by darkness, if she gets taken by darkness she could destroy not only Asgard but also everything in existence” Bucky says while Neil and Maddison looks at Tony and Bucky with Irritation and Anger “You said it was good enough mission for them to handle???” Neil says with Anger “It is Neil” Tony says while looking at him “How so Stark?” Maddison says while crossing her arms and giving him a sassy look “We’ll because they are just as powerful to take her down and defeat all threats against her” Tony says while staring back “So basically kids protect the princess, look after her, and if she lose control take her down” Bucky says while walking out the room and getting everyone to follow to the jet “Oh my god Jiro we get to go out first mission and she your crush little miss Almira” Dakarai tease while winking and nudging her “Shut up Dakarai if Miles was here you would be struggling to speak” She says with annoyance “Calm down Jiro we all know how excited you are to see your “girlfriend” Almira” Sheeva says laughing with Dakarai while Jiro blushes covering her face “You guys leave Jiro alone Almira doesn’t even know she exists she only seen a picture of her and fell in love after all” Kyra says while giggling.
“We’re here kids at your jet” Bucky says while pushing a load with everyone’s bags into the jet “Wow Bucky are why going to fly that!!” Teo says while walk up to Bucky next to his leg “Yep Teo this is what you will be taking to Asgard” Bucky says “Isn’t Asgard like a place you need to teleport to?” Kyra asks “Yes we’re sending you to a location no one can see you teleport so villains don’t notice” Tony says “Bucky well kids hop on we don’t have much time me and Tony and some of the other Avengers need to get to a gala so love you all and hope you all make it back alive” Bucky says waving goodbye while walking In the building with Tony “Well kids hop on we got a princess to watch over” Asami says while hoping on.
Everyone hops on ready to go to Asgard “You guys heard of the new Villain group that’s running across town?” Kyra asks “You mean the one called the shadows?” Maddison asks “Yeah that one, I heard they were also getting into some business that were in do you think there coming to Asgard?” Kyra asks with concern “I’m not sure but we need to stay on guard for them” Maddison says
“And we need to watch out for the one in pink…”
#atsv#atsv x reader#dc#itsv#marvel#miles morales#original story#x male reader#x reader#miles morales x male reader
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Misfits
Chapter 3: Vampire best friend
Jiro liang
(There now 13)
Years later after the incident with Dakarai’s Grandfather Calvin Johnson they been experimented on by the scientists that lives in the lab they been living there for years now and had a plan to escape
After the scientists left the room Jiro and Dakarai went to go check up on the youngest 2 of there group “Kayla and Teo are you both awake” Jiro asked the 5 year olds “yup we’re up” Teo whispered “ok then follow me and Jiro then you two” Dakarai says while crouching down and walking out the bedroom to walk in the dark hallways “Dakarai what about the other kids do they know the plan?” Jiro asked worriedly “yeah of they do why wouldn’t they I did tell them after all I told them to meet us in the courtyard” Dakarai said while holding Teo’s hand “Jiro when we leave and see the real world what will we see?” Kayla asks sweetly ask Jiro “well when we leave your gonna see a bunch of amazing stuff like roller coasters, cotton candy, and a whole bunch of other stuff” Jiro says “what is cotton candy?” Two asked “Cotton candy is like the food we eat now but better and more yummy” Dakarai says while opening the door to the courtyard “I’m so excited to try “cotton candy” now!” Teo says happily “we’re not to far from the location we just need to lift up the fence that’s all” Jiro says while going to the fence trying to lift it.
“Everyone come over here and help me out please” Jiro asked making everyone help lift up the fence “HEY WHAT DO YOU ALL THINK YOUR DOING” guards shouted across the courtyard “Everyone under the fence!!” Dakarai said letting everyone under while he blocks the bullets with his magic shield “And hurry!” When everyone got under Dakarai pushes the shield into the guards pushing them back into the wall letting Dakarai have a quick get away “keep moving everyone me and Dakarai will be right behind you all” Jiro says while standing back to check up on Dakarai “you okay Dakarai?” Jiro asked “Yeah I’m good don’t worry I can handle a bullet” He tried not to worry Jiro “Alright then I hope so” Jiro says with a small smile “Let’s catch up with the others” Dakarai says while running up behind Teo and Kayla watching over them with all his protection.
In Jiro’s head: “he’s working to hard for all of us it will ended up getting him more hurt or stressed I need to help in a way”
“Hey Dakarai I watch if any more guards come you focus on getting all the other kids to the locate ok?” Jiro says “Alright then I like the way your thinking J I’ll go with the plan just be careful though” Dakarai says “Like always” Jiro says while backing up behind everyone to see if any guards come “I see some I’ll deal with them!” Jiro clawed her arm to let blood flow out so she can use it for her magic “Let’s see how you do against blood magic” She shoots a blast of blood at one of the guard’s faces making the blood splatter creating a giant squid monster to take care of them “I think I dealt with the rest of the guards!” Jiro says with excitement “your powers are WAY more scarier than mine” Dakarai giggles and Jiro joins along.
“Guys is that the place?” Teo asked Dakarai and Jiro “It sure is come on you guys” Jiro says while running faster to the location “Dakarai I been meaning to ask how did you know about this location anyways and the people?” Jiro asked curiously “I was able to send a message through telepathy to one of the avengers sending our location and they gave me a plan to help everyone escape” Dakarai says “Well I’m glad you learned how to do that then” Jiro says happily “Yeah same” Dakarai says.
The run to the location a little more and finally making it meeting 2 young avengers that looked around the age 16 “Are you with the avengers?” Dakarai asked suspiciously keeping all the other kids behind him to protect them just in case “Yeah kid no need to worry I’m with the avengers my name is Neil and this is my girlfriend Asami and we’re here you help” Neil says while kneeling down on one knee to look at him, Dakarai then looks at Jiro to see if she trust them and she nodded “Okay then so where are we going?” Dakarai asks softly “Avengers tower is where all your friends are going but you, Jiro, Teo, and Kayla are staying with us” Neil says with a sweet tone smiling at the 4 of them.
Dakarai looked back at his community of kids to say a something “Are you all ready for your new lives?” Dakarai yelled a bit so everyone can hear him, The kids cheer out loud “Alright I think we’re ready to go then” Dakarai looked back at Neil letting him know there ready to leave “Alright then follow me” Neil got up and lead them all to different jets.
“We’re finally free Jiro!” Dakarai says with tears dropping a bit “Yeah you did it Dakarai without you we wouldn’t have been here” Jiro says while putting a hand on his shoulder, Dakarai began to cry shakily out of happiness.
“Don’t worry Dakarai your safe with us…”
#original story#dc#atsv#atsv x reader#marvel#itsv#miles morales#x male reader#x reader#miles morales x male reader
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Misfits
Chapter 2: The connection to all life forms
Dakarai
It starts off with Dakarai at the age of 4 years old then to 6 years old
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“Dakarai come down here and clean this mess immediately!” Milan says angrily looking at the toddlers drawing on the floor, Dakarai looks down the stairs “do you not like my drawing mommy?” Dakarai asked curiously, she sighs "I love it Dakarai but I just think it shouldn't be....on our kitchen floor" she looks up at him and giggles "Yeah maybe your right mommy" he runs down stairs to clean the mess on the kitchen floor " maybe we can make a picture together on paper and frame it sweetheart?" she asked sweetly, " yes mommy I think that's the best idea ever" he turns and starts jumping up and down smiling widely.
She giggled and walked to the dishes "well after your done cleaning we can make our beautiful painting or drawing".
She then heard a knock at the door " coming!!" she yelled across the room walking towards the door opening it to see her husband Jordan and Dakarai best friend Jiro "hey baby your back finally" she had grin on her face leaning against the doorway "sorry for taking too long I had to pick up Jiro first and then we went shopping for a Gift for Dakarai and his Birthday cake" he chuckled looking nervous while walking into the house with a bunch of bags " hello Ms Celine" Jiro smiled and waved at Milan "hey Jiro you look even more pretty than usual" Milan Giggled welcoming her in.
"Hey Jordan I gotta talk to you for a second" she motioned Jordan over to her " what is it baby?" he asked curiously " I'm worried, not just for our job I'm worried for our family" she said worriedly "baby what's wrong?" he asked worriedly yet sternly "I had a vision while I was sleeping about the future about..." she stops for a second" Dakarai's powers" she whispers. Jordan's eyes widened "it showed some soldiers busting into our house taking Jiro and Dakarai and killing us in the process..." they stay slient for a moment "when does it happen?" he asks " I don't know" Milan says sadly "we have to tell Akari just in case anything happens" Jordan tells Milan and she nods then leaving to set up for Dakarai's Birthday party.
the next night..
It was just Milan, Jordan, Jiro, some other family members including Jordan's older brother and mother, and Dakarai of course, They were beginning to sing Happy birthday and Dakarai was smiling giggling. "How old~ are you?"they sang peacefully "five!". They finish up singing and serving cake and began to eat cake icecream, and dinner. "Jordan I wondering this for a while how did you have Dakarai? Milan never got pregnant before" Jordan's brother Mason grins mischievously "well...he was adopt of course isn't that right Dakarai" Jordan says while looking at his brother slightly mad "yes daddy" Milan starts to get suspicious "why are you so curious Mason? Is it because you can't have kids yourself because of a certain..." she looks down at his pants "...reason?' she looks at him mischievously, mason chuckles "no I was just wondering because since you adopted him I wonder what adoption center you got him from" he leans in the table pushing his food aside looking at the couple "what type of question is that?" Jordan says looking at his brother suspiciously.
"why can't you answer the question dear baby brother" Mason smiles "why do you have to know so badly" they stare down at each other " I just might want child for myself of...." he scoffed "...special abilities" Jordan and Milans eyes widen " what is mason talking about Jordan???" his mother asked Jordan didn't even hear his mother speaking to him he was just filled with rage "What the fuck do you know mason" he shouted Jiro and Dakarai flinch a bit when Jordan slammed his hands on the table "why so hostile baby brother" Mason continues to smile mischievously " you always have something scheming under your fucking nose and if it is that were not doing this shit on my son's Birthday party" Jordan points at him, Dakarai started to feel a strange surge of energy course through his body. "What fucking special abilities are you fucking talking about Mason" Milan shouts across the table "you exactly what abilities I'm talking" he stares through Milan's eyes.
Jordan started to think "no he couldn't know about Dakarai's powers and his relationship with Akari....could he?" Then a sudden burst of energy came from Dakarai's cry "STOP!!!" he blasts everyone back and flipping the table over as the tears fall down his cheeks as he look down at his glowing hands breathing fast and then run up stairs "Dakarai!" Milan shouted for him "I guess I was right about your "son" he does have a connection with Akari doesn't he?" he began to walk out the broken wall smiling proudly about this information.Milan dropped to her knees crying and Jiro rushes over to care to her.
1 year later
Dakarai wouldn't speak to his parents unless he needs to do his chores but Jordan got irritated of his son's attitude and confronted his son "I'm sick of how your acting why can't you tell us about your feelings?" he asked curiously "you hid from me that I have powers and maybe even hiding even stuff from me and I can't even trust you at all where did you even actually find me? who is my actual family?" Dakarai asked worriedly, before Jordan could even speak he heard helicopters and cars outside there apartment "um Jordan I think we have company" Milan says looking out the window staring at the menacing leader of the Mysterious group "and the man in the Grey and black suit looks strangely familiar" she says looking deeper into his Details.
"Dakarai go hide in your room now!!!" Jordan demanded, Dakarai ran up the stairs hiding on the stairs so they don't see him listening.
The man of the team busts through the door "Long time no see Milan" he said with a emotionless face, "wait...Father?" she stood there in shock "I though I killed you all those years ago" she screamed at him tears falling down her cheeks "well you can't kill a high mage that easily" He chuckled and grinned, "anyways lets get to business, your dear brother mason told me that you were hiding Empress Akari's little brother here and I should I say I'm surprised that you took a parental role just to hide him" He smirked "that bitch snitched us out?!" Jordan screamed angrily, "snitched? no he was telling me useful information since he works for me and all" he sat on the couch "so what do you say either I kill you both and take Dakarai or...I can leave you both alive and take him" he said,"you really think I'm gonna give up my son that easily to a monster like you?" Milan said amusedly "think again..." she ran up on her father trying to land on punch on him but he stops her and Jordan with his telepathy "even if your the new high mage doesn't mean you can beat me now?" he laughed at her "now sweetheart give me Dakarai" he looked at her in the face ready to kill her and Jordan
"No never you bitch!" she exclaimed while trying to escape "Well then... I guess this is goodbye" before he could snap both there necks off Dakarai ran into the room with all his strength and energy to form a powerful blast "no!" Dakarai screamed blasting his Grandfather but misses "that was really cute there but its not enough" then Dakarai got blasted back into the wall watching his parents be brutally murder "No!" he screamed while having tears in his eyes crawling next to his parents dead bodies "no no no don't leave me please!" he begged holding there hands crying "don't cry little one we took your vampire friend Jiro as well so your not alone" then he took Dakarai's hand dragging him out of the destroyed apartment building looking at the death and destruction because of him.
"Dont worry you will love your new home at Dr leviathan's lab" he then threw Dakarai in the back of the van "see you later dear grandson" slamming the doors shut.
Dakarai looked over next to him to see Jiro knocked out on the floor going towards her to hold her hand, "don't worry Jiro I'll get us out of here" he said while sniffling and letting tears roll down
"soon...."
#miles morales x male reader#atsv#atsv x reader#dc#itsv#x male reader#x reader#marvel#miles morales#story#original story
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Misfits
Chapter 1: Queen of the Cene empire
It was a dark stormy night at the Cene empire and it was quiet in the palace…
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Too quiet.
Akari was alone in her lab working on a spell and wasn’t focused on her surroundings, she was just focused on getting done. It seemed important to her since she has been working on it for days now…
She suddenly heard a Glass window break from upstairs and she quickly turned whatever she was working invisible to quickly investigate the noise. She made her way up to the throne room slowly but carefully.
Then there was a familiar scent in air making her gasp and quickly dodge a sudden blast. She turns to see a fellow enemy of black panthers…Namor.
“Long time no see Princess or should I say empress?” He had a sly grin on his face “Empress to you Namor” she had a annoyed frown. “Dearest Akari why so upset?” He asked walking up to her closely still keeping his distance from her “you are such a persistent person it annoys me that you came searching for me after all these years” she brawled up her fist walking up to him closely with a irritated face “Aren’t you just lovely, the way you grown from that child I knew long ago to this beautiful empress of half of the African nation* he smiled. She looked at him suspiciously “what do you want Namor and I hope it isn’t love because that was over a long time ago” She turned her back, he walked behind her caressing her waist whispering in her ear “I wish it was” he smiled slyly. Then a bunch of his goons jumped through the glass window surrounding her “you know I’m here for your power beautiful” his grip on her waist tightened.
She then grabbed his hand and scoffs “you should’ve asked for my love back” she flipped him over on his back, she then walks over to him but before she can land another hit he teleports away leaving his goons to jump her “you all want to challenge the Empress of the Cene empire? So be it” she said sternly and loudly letting the goons run up to her fighting her. She use her agility to dodge quickly making her be able to get the right angles to blast them with her energy blast. Then the goons behind her try to sneak behind her and she then use the rock floor to make a tower making the goons ontop of it slam to the roof. “Im getting tired of this fight so let’s end this.” She then puts all her strength and power in this powerful blast that blasts all the goons back into the wall making them unconscious.
She then runs back to her lab to quickly finish her project “it seems like you need to be made today” she then quickly finishes up it seemed like the project was a magic made baby “my dear baby brother you will have to carry my power and use it for good I hope you will make the right decision In the future and that we Will reunite in the future my dear Dakarai” she then cast a spell to transfer half of her power to him and then quickly grab a hoodie and made a portal to Brooklyn New York to meet some friends.
Akari traveled far and wide to meet her friends Milan and Jordan and finally found there apartment. She then knocked on the door hoping they answer, as soon as she heard them coming down the stairs she left her baby brother Dakarai on the steps along with a note and then quickly leaves back to Africa.
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“Jordan there’s a baby and a note at the door” Milan says “read the note” Jordan says while walking down the steps. The note said “dearest friend Milan this from Akari I have no time to explain but this is my baby brother Dakarai and I need you to watch him and never tell him about me or his powers in the future I could maybe tell you but for now this is all love Akari” Milan read through the note shocked “what does it say baby?” Jordan asks curiously, Milan turns to him “well to say for short”
“This is now our son Dakarai the warlock prince of the Cene empire”
#marvel#atsv#atsv x reader#dc#itsv#x male reader#x reader#miles morales#marvel comics#original story
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Masterpiece 🤭
playing house | single parent au: mechanic!miguel x teacher!reader
❛ pairing | mechanic!miguel x teacher!reader; single parents au
❛ type | oneshot, explicit
❛ summary | gabi's on a hunt to get a mami. miguel doesn't really need help with it. or, Miguel trades mechanic work for love.
❛ tags | explicit, mechanic!miguel, first grade teacher!reader, some mention of hurt, heavy themes of voyeurism (both ways), single parents, unhygienic sxconditions, Spanish not translated, very domestic fic, f!reader, protective miguel, very light mutual jealousy.
❛ request fulfilled | Miguel is a single dad, Reader is his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and he is both very obviously crushing on her and very reluctant to say it. Fortunately, his daughter isn't! "Did you know my papi likes you?" Cue flustered Miguel. + BROOOO mechanic!miguel is hot please tell
❛ sy's notes | flashback to that one time a car fell on my tio. 😅
The job was a simple part replacement. A fizzled-out chunk of metal that would cost any single mother more in labor and puff costs at any mechanic shop. But not with Miguel, who was known around the barrio for his begrudging care. He’d do any job Lyla brought to him for any madre around who needed him.
He wrung his hands out on his stained top and lifted his head out of the hood of an old but faithful car. After a click and a lock, he turned his eyes toward the dusty cover. Syncopated beats trill from a radio ring background static that he’s long since zoned out to focus on his work. He wiped his forehead and looked at the trampled grass underneath a cheap plastic pool.
“Gabriella, bring me the manguera,” he called out to his little girl, who looked at the hose in her little pool bobbing with poppy bright toys. The older she got, the worse her loneliness became. Not due to any ill-doing of Miguel who always tried his best to be present. For some reason, Miguel couldn’t bring himself to date in anything but short bursts.
“Papi, look across the street. New neighbors!” Gabriella cooed delightfully. She splashed out of the pool with the long emerald green hose in hand, bobbing over on her long skinny legs. “It’s a girl. A pretty girl! And she’s looking right at you!”
Like that was a new occurrence. Miguel turned his hand over his sun-bright daughter’s short, sodden braids that whipped just over her shoulder. She stood in place, bouncing delightfully over newcomers. There were many viejitos in the cul-de-sac, but not enough kids.
“¿Y qué, mi vida?” he asked her. His hand shipped free from her hair. “She’s probably taking in the barrio.”
“I think she is! You!”
He threw a glance over his shoulder only to find your prying eyes eating him up from across the street. You speak to a pair of movers-- but your eyes slipped away from theirs, where he stood with his little girl. The hose dumped water onto the street. Water that he’d usually be extra concerned about wasting. Today, he was more interested in a game.
His dirty white t-shirt is matted to his back, soaked in the sweat of the day. He gripped the bottom of his t-shirt on either side and tugged it over his head. It pulls on his well-corded arms, protesting its release from his body. Miguel slipped it over his shoulder and proceeded to release bits of sweat from his thick hair. An adorable gasp fell free from your lips, replaced by your hand over your lush lips, snapping back to attention.
“You’re right, Gabi.”
He took the sputtering hose from her and cracked a begrudging smile. Gabriella waved eagerly-- and to his surprise, you waved back. If it wasn’t the hot sun beating down your face, it was the embarrassment on your face. You settled the sunglasses on the cute crook of your nose. With that, Gabriella helps him wash the car until her most hated part, drying it with old towels and bits of Miguel’s ripped old shirts.
“Hola!”
“Coño,” Miguel cursed in surprise, turning around to face you. In your hand was a clear plastic bag stuffed full of the filled corn husks, warmth steamed its sides. Miguel glanced down at the bag in your comparatively soft hands, drawing his sweaty shirt over his cut muscles to wipe away the sweat that slicked his dusky skin.
“I brought you and your lindita tamales.”
“Tamales!” Gabriella cooed, her hands cradling a limonada. They made it together, like clockwork every Sunday. “I love tamales!”
“Don’t old neighbors bring new one’s food?” Miguel bit out, a bit annoyed. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate food, it would save him countless bright-ass early meals dragging himself out of bed to make Gabriella something with school right around the corner. He’s annoyed at that star-bright smile you have whipped across your face. It stirred excitement he thought he killed a long time ago. “Or are you just a show-off?”
“I teach first grade at the school across the street,” you ignored his snark and looked none the more bothered by it. There’s some magic in a woman that didn’t feed into his shit. You provided Miguel with a name that felt familiar to all the orientation packets he received just this week. “Ya tú sabes, umm, at Carillo’s.”
Of course.
“That’s where I go!” Gabriella beams. “I’m Gabriella O’Hara and I’m going to be in first grade, right papi? This is my papi. His name is Miguel.”
Damn it all. Miguel slaps his sweaty shirt on the top of the car. You kneel down, offering her up the tamales instead of Miguel. He blinks through his sudden irritation, realizing that he’s fucked now. Gabriella grabs the plastic bag, giggling delightfully over them.
“Then maybe you’ll be in my class, Miss O’Hara.”
When he checks her orientation paperwork-- there it is. He suddenly felt the pressure of the ordeal, of the pretty next-door neighbor who wore flowy dresses and apparently, loved muscles. His eye darted out to the window, the movers zipping off in a whir of color, leaving you just there, spinning around in the driveway of your new home, nearly too sun-bright.
Maybe it’s tied to being a father, but Miguel notices little things you do. Some are ineffectual. Others are dangerous. You leave your bedroom window wide open as you change. Miguel sat outside on Gabriella’s swing on his second cup of coffee for the day when he noticed it for the first time.
You come in from your shower and scurry about your room nearly naked. Then, cupping your breasts between your hands, you whirled around for a set of underwear. From this far, he can’t quite make out the color. It might be red. Not a poppy red, but a deep, soothing red he recognizes from his dead wife’s wardrobe.
He wasn’t sure why you wouldn’t just change in the bathroom, but in any case, it was… dangerous. Any freak walking by could see you changing. Mimi’s room had very well-used blinds and yours did not. He turns his attention back to the newspaper on his lap. Nueva York stalker confesses to stabbing murder in five-year-old cold case. He scrunched his nose at the news and drank a coffee that had long since gone cold.
Sometime later, your front door swung open. Mimi busted through, a little girl with long black twists and black eyes that held a similar excitement for the weekend. It was her papi time. Gabriella doesn’t have that luxury, two homes full of warmth. Just one, with a papi who loved her more than life itself. Miguel hopes it’s enough. He left his newspaper on the bench as you settled her in the car, making his jog across the street.
“You should buy blinds,” Miguel said the second you shut the door. You jumped, your hand on the locket on your chest.
“Ay dios, it’s just you. You shouldn’t walk up on a woman like that, Miguel,” you laughed. “Especially not a single mother.”
“You’re painfully oblivious. Buy some blinds for your room. It isn’t safe.”
Dry as his tone was, it was laced with concern. If there was no one in your life to tell you what he thought was obvious, he would. “You saw me? How much did you... see?”
He responds with a dull stare, his gaze falling to the red strap of your bra that set slightly off-kilter along your slight shoulders. You sucked in a breath to calm yourself, your heart beating at a rapid pace behind your modest shirt. You reached up to hide the strap. A frown marred his contrite features.
“You look beautiful in red,” he found himself muttering, pushing off of the back of the car without another word. He beat himself up for that-- stupid, stupid response. Because of course you know you look gorgeous. He didn’t need to say it out loud.
“Gracias, papi,” you called after him.
He hoped he was not flung into the creep category after that winning display.
You bought blinds for your window and a swing for Mimi’s new, sturdy tree. Its long arms offer some reprieve from the heat, casting a shadow on the small house. It wasn't long before you spent days on heaps of homework from the kids and a glitter-bright pen to grade spelling tests.
It's nice to have a little bit of company as he works on cars and yard work, even if you watch him like a voyeur, blushing if he notices, gasping if he plays into this new little game. At some point, he voided his shirts altogether. It’s not long before Gabriella has a game of her own to play.
“Psst, Lyla. Vente, Lyla.”
Gabriella sits boredly in the shop after school. Sometimes in his office, other times in the shop during breaks. One of his technicians, Lyla, sat on an upside-down bucket by Miguel’s side as he worked on a car. This time, it was a stupid simple fix. The idiot ripped off their bumper parking too far on a curb. Lyla sat in gold coveralls, undoubtedly grinning behind that black mask slapped across her face. He didn’t need to look away from the clips he was applying to know they were both up to shit.
“Yeah?”
“Papi has a crush on my teacher. I think she could be my new mami. If--”
“Miguel has a crush?” His other tech, Peter chirped up with a hunk of sandwich in his fingertips. How was he always slacking off and eating? Miguel didn't know, but he was. “I can't believe it. He hasn’t had a crush since Tem--”
“I don’t have a crush,” Miguel responded. “Less scheming, more homework, kid. She told me you’re behind on schoolwork.”
She does so well on spelling tests, Miguel, you told him at parent-teacher conferences. But she never turns in homework.
Gabriella was not behind because she was stupid. She was behind because she was a stubborn little child who, Miguel knew, was trying to set him up. Lyla abandoned the bucket to walk over near Gabriella’s unicorn table, pulling out a microsized table and looking down at the stupid simple homework. Single-digit numbers were a painful waste of time to a kid who loved math.
“She’s single?”
“Yup,” Gabi chirped, scratching away at her coloring page with a fat purple crayon. “Mimi told me.”
“No boyfriend?”
“No boyfriend. I double-checked. And get this, she said she would come help me with homework.”
“Lyla.” Miguel shoved the opposite end of the bumper in place, securing it carefully. Lyla was bent down by Gabriella. So Papi has more time to see her! Gabriella whispered. He may not know what you’re saying, but he knows it’s bad by the way she looks at him. As though she were a cat might with a glass it was about to shatter on the floor. “You can go home now.”
His daughter doesn’t need any more of her devilish attributes.
“You fucked it alright, mujer. What did you hit?”
Miguel twisted a bit of the sidewall between his fingers to gauge the depth of the hole. Never mind that the back passenger wheel whistled away until it ran flat. It wasn’t the first time someone brought him a car that was fucked. It was the first time you had.
You never asked him for anything, not at the price of your pride. You simply… made it work. Just like Miguel made childcare work by leaving his shop to pick Gabriella up and leaving her bored as fuck every weekday until he could close up shop.
Today, Mimi and Gabriella were inside, playing with dolls after a warm dinner of arroz blanco and fatty pork chops. He wasn’t much a fan of your sickly sweet platano, but he tried it tonight after Gabriella hounded him. Don’t be rude, papi! He’s gotten used to coming home on Wednesday to dinner. It’s something that he realizes he’s missed: having someone to come home to.
“A pothole,” you murmured shyly. His forehead rippled into wrinkles, holding the chunk of broken-off rubber between his fingertips. He rubbed the exhaustion out of his dark eyes, minding the nervous twiddling of your fingers.
“A pothole,” he repeated after you. No matter how many times he considered it, it did not fit. His body was ripe with aggravated energy. He’s too tired for this. The shit he’d seen in his shop and you expected him to believe that you hit-- a pothole? “Qué mierda.”
Miguel set his hands on his hip, rolled on his heel, and stepped back to inspect his future work. His body thrummed, a tightness pulling with the sight of your shy smile. The truth tittered on your luscious little lips.
“I may or may not have hit those rocks by Doña Díaz’s casita.” One look around the street revealed the chunky, pointy rocks you referenced. Miguel flicked the bit of rubber onto the top of the car and looked at you. You were guilty as the day was long. “They weren’t that far off the curb before! I know that it’s bad. Do you think you could-- fix it?”
“You’re going to have to replace those two,” Miguel gestured. “What, did you not see the massive rocks on the side of the road? What were you doing? Eres una mama, you have to pay attention, por dios. You could have been hurt.”
Your eyes darted to the wheels. The nervousness was strong, nearly all-consuming, bidding you to shut up. Though it was a good question, the shame that flecked your eyes was enough to cause Miguel to move on. He knew you were likely inattentive, your mind hovering somewhere else than the quiet cul-de-sac.
“I… had a bad date, Miguel. I was upset and dizzy and… Don’t tell anyone, please.”
The pain of being a woman. His eyes soften as he reaches out, his large hand warm on your slight shoulder. A pulse of warmth rushed through his hand as you leaned in, your cheek plastered to his stained top. He smelled of oil and sweat, but somehow, you find it comforting. Your hands come over his back, tugging on the dark coveralls.
“It’s alright,” Miguel sighed. He'd tell you not to pick shit men-- but sometimes, as he knew, that didn't matter at all. “I’ll have it fixed.”
“I don’t have that much money, Miguel,” you began. “I have to take care of the kids, my house, Mimi. I…”
“No te preocupes. You can do something else for me.”
You drew in a small, choked breath. The type that settled in your chest and did not leave. Not until Miguel’s arms wound over your waist to soothe you through the pain and pressed a kiss that lasted entirely too long to the top of your head. It’s the first time he wants another.
“She is dating,” Peter said. “You know what that means? It means you’re on a time crunch. She could always meet the one!”
"I'm not concerned about it."
The one, Miguel shook his head as he paced past the car he was propping up. He never heard anything more ludicrous. There was no such thing as the one. There was only a range of possibilities to pick from. At any point, life can happen. Then your one is gone-- and you’re left with only the memories and a body to bury. Still, as he clambered underneath the car, he found that he quite didn’t like the thought of you out with anyone else... especially not men who may or may not spike your drink.
“You should ask her to a date. Like, more than playing house with sticky kids and lasagna.”
“She’s never made me lasagna.”
Peter sloppily suckled on his fingers, the juice running down his thin wrists. “Then what was lunch?”
“Pastelón,” he answers bitterly. “It’s… plantain lasagna.”
“Okay, I thought you didn’t like--”
“I don't-- I eat it because she spends time on it.”
Peter sucked in a breath, eyes wide. He’s about to say something terribly unuseful, something like how Miguel has it bad. Miguel knows he does, half-formed images of what a family could be every day he went to pick Gabriella up, homework done, and happily fed. A feat in itself.
In place of that, though, were the car’s melded, mechanical squeals. He has but a moment and a half-formed plan that goes up in smoke the next second that it falls on his arm. He hears Peter’s half-formed, panicked shout to Lyla and recalls the flurry of steps and medical attention sometime later.
Admittedly, he did tell you to be careful.
When he wakes up, so does everyone else. Lyla chastizes him with her hands balled up on her hips, Peter sobs almost twice as much as Gabriella does until the two are dead asleep against his bed. Miguel’s eyes have rolled way too far.
“Is he finally asleep?” you peep into his heavy hospital door with a ginger knock of your knuckles. Miguel throws a look at Peter’s squishy face, half slumped over.
“Hermosa, I thought he’d never stop,” he grumbled.
“You scared him.”
Tch. Miguel watched you pick up Gabriella, settling her on the stiff pull-out bed. He foggily asked you what time it was, close to the end of visiting hours. He’d need to arrange something for Gabi with Lyla taking care of the shop. It itched at his throat.
“Gabi too. Should I…”
“Take her home for me,” he grumbled. “I’ll be back tomorrow. It’s just a broken arm.”
“You coughed up blood, Miggy. You could have died if Peter wasn’t there.”
Miggy. You finally used the nickname somewhere between Wednesday dinner dates and a car slumping on him. Miguel throws a growl to the side, using his non-fucked hand to pet the top of Peter’s head. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew you were right.
“What happens if… something happens to you?”
“With Gabi?” he asks.
"Sí. With everything."
You nod, looking idly at his little daughter, still in her school clothes. You brought her as soon as school was over, soothed the panic in her voice, the thought of becoming an orphan just because the car had cracked his arm. She wouldn’t have remembered her mother’s death, it was far too long ago now.
“Lyla. Why the face? If you’re jealous, know that was the agreement with my wife before she was murdered.”
You hadn’t known you were making a face, but you were to the trained eye. Some small pout of your lip, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. Miguel shoves himself up on the bed, straining sore muscles. It was going to be a long night. A longer month or two until he was up and running again.
“I’m not making a face. It's just... You were reckless when you're usually so careful. I'm wondering why. I'm sorry.”
"It's fine," Miguel urged you to come closer. "Come here."
You slid into his chair, tentatively sneaking your hand on top of his. Miguel wanted to tell you more. There was not another friend nearly so close, one that would take care of everything and anything he needed. He's suddenly aware of his situation. It would be difficult to make a woman secure that he'd not tied down yet. You clearly care-- based on the insecurity in your eyes.
You’re on a time crunch. She could always meet the one.
He doesn't want to miss his shot. He brought your hand to his lips, straining with a pained little grunt. You stood up to help him, allowing his lips to flutter over the back of your hand in a small kiss at his urging.
“Trust me. She’s not a threat,” he said. “You’ll take Gabi with you?”
“Of course, Miggy. Anything you need.”
Securing a relationship would just have to wait.
The first day back, Miguel sent Gabriella off with Lyla. Mimi is off with her papa, leaving you with nothing but time. He finally saw his projects through without Peter loitering over his shoulder, revitalizing cars with bad radiators and fizzled-out air compressors. As if Peter was the boss and he were the employee. The grease under his fingers feels more like Miguel than any squeaky clean shower you’ve helped him take. Yes, you’ve helped him take. He could have asked Lyla or Peter, but why over-extend their lives when you lived in his home for the past month to take care of Gabriella anyway?
He wonders what you thought, stripping him down to nothing, seeing his naked thighs, watching him clean sensitive bits that, as you lied, you were not looking at. He finds it cute, the way you tried to look away, but of course-- you always snuck a look. You’re nosy by nature. He’s never been ashamed of his body, though. For all the work you did, he thinks you deserve a look.
“Miggy,” you slipped through the side door, your heels clicking over a greased-up floor. He hopes you don’t fall, arms deep in the hood of a shiny dark blue convertible. It’s nearly perfect. “I got your message. You said we need to talk?”
“Don’t slip.”
Miguel whirled a wrench into its place, slammed the hood shut, and rubbed the grease on his hands together. Like it will come off his callouses. Miguel meets you half way, offering you his greased up hand. You look down at his hand, then up to Miguel again. He half thinks you won’t take it, but you do, allowing him to whirl you in a spin before lifting you on top od the hood of the car.
“Ay Miggy--” you cursed, looking down at the car. It shone bright, its smooth metal cold under your bare thighs. He pins you in place as you attempt to wiggle off, nearly jiggling your way onto his lap. “The owner will be mad--”
“It’s mine and I’m not.” He explains. “I know what I want.”
“You want…?”
“For the work on your car.” It’s cute how clueless you act, holding your breath as his fingers course past your bare thighs. You barely manage to choke the words out, your hands inching on his. He replaces himself between your thighs. You both know that you more than made up for the few hundred dollars in repairs with the work you’d done for him in a month. Holding your breath, you nod.
“Tell me.”
“I want a night with you.”
You didn’t know what to say, leaning your trembling fingers up to the bits of dark brown hair that accentuated the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes. You met his eyes, trained on your own, challenging you to respond. Words formed in a mishmash of nonsense on your tongue. You take the chance to press your lips on his, your hand suddenly cradling the side of his face for some stability. You were hardly comfortable on his car, but Miguel didn’t seem to care, biding your lower lip to open and let him in. You relinquish, savoring the distant taste of roasted coffee on his tongue, his fingers teasing along your thighs.
“That’s not an answer,” Miguel pulled back from your lips for an instant. He graces your neck with soft kisses, leaving the occasional bite and tug just in case-- he doesn’t need another man thinking he has so much as a chance. Your big man pins you down onto the car like you were weightless, any willingness to inch away tempered by his mass.
“Depends,” you answered. “I want this to be an every night kind of thing.”
“Consider it a trade.” He chuckled against your neck, the heat from his lips traveled across the valley of your breasts. You complied with his desire and let him slip your breasts free from your romper. His mouth closed his mouth over your nipple. His greasy hands melded your breasts between his desperate hands, tongue prodding your nipple fat. Your legs met his hungry performance by pulling him forward, his scratchy belt against your clothed cunt.
“Careful,” he teased. His hand fell to his bulge, unbuttoning his stained pants. You watched him pull himself free, pulling panties and romper alike to the side of your lips. Your lips parted, much like that very first day you met him, sundered by the sight of his cock. This time, fully hard. He doesn’t enter your cunt-- no, he’s patient, slotting himself between your folds for a teasing grind. His dick twitched in response, eager to finally fuck you. “You’ll fall off.”
“It’s your fault. You could have asked over dinner.” He greets your complaint with a nod, flicking your other breast. He envelops the other nipple between his mouth, his teeth grazing along the sensitive skin. You take a long breath, hips leaning up against his firm length.
“Like that would be anything new. We always have dinner,” Miguel murmured in protest. “A far better use of our time is soaking your pretty cunt with my cum on this car before dinner.”
He felt your cunt clench at nothing. His hips, thrusting against your mound, nudged over your wet little folds, knocked against your greedy clit. Before you could respond, Miguel popped off your nipple again, “You like that thought? Going to dinner leaking?”
“Miggy, por dios,” you complained. “Stop dry humping and give it to me.”
He huffed darkly, snatching one of your thighs and leaning back. He spreads your lips, inspecting his work. You were wet, but not just wet, soaking his car. Miguel brought his other palm to wipe your wetness away, jerking himself with the fluid. He tests your reaction by nudging the head of his cock against your unprepared hole.
“Miguel,” you bit out, this time a warning.
“Ya te oigo,” Miguel loomed over you, pinning your shoulder back to his glistening car. You don’t debate him on that, allowing him to say whatever he wants if it would just get him inside. Miguel relinquishes control, pushing inside of your tightness. He bit back a groan, pushing past your body’s resistance, throbbing against your core. Your hands fisted his dirty shirt, cunt split wide on his cock, and glad for it.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hands securing themselves on your hips. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before he pulls nearly free, slamming forth just a moment later. Breath punched out of your throat, his cock rocking your cunt nice and full. You loved this-- looking beautiful and full just for him. He knew it too, “Hermosa.”
Miguel held his arm tight around your thigh, holding you flush against his rutting hips. His balls slapped your ass, pulling tight. You were distantly aware of his thumb at your clit, leaning your hips into his thrusts the best you could. You could only squirm to keep yourself upright on his car despite feeling your body sliding into his. His thumb worked in insistent, tight circles, forcing the pleasure to burrow in your low belly, tightening over him. It’s no marker of your performance, you think, hoping he’d give you another chance to be anything but a toy on his cock.
“No, no puedo--” you whined, your hands dipping under his shirt to scratch at his finely cut muscles, knowing you were about to gush.
“Do it,” Miguel grunts in response, his thumb more insistent. You’re not entirely proud of the way you came, creaming his cock desperately. He held strong, smothering his own groans if only for the pleasure of hearing your passionate cries. You come to moments after, Miguel’s thrusts now intent on his own pleasure.
“Come on, papi,” you worshipped. “Cum in me.”
“Fuck,” Miguel complied, his dirty nails causing sharp indentions on your thigh and hip. His sticky cum fills you in a few deep thrusts, each more forceful than the last, and he’s spent. If he was dirty before, he was filthy now. Miguel catches your lips in a lingering kiss, going soft in your body. He knew the second he pulled out your cum was soaking his now-dented car.
His eyes peeled open to find your gaze on him, tracing fresh superficial scratches on his belly. Of course, you are-- you’re a hungry addict. Miguel pulled himself free and looked for a cloth that wasn’t grease soaked to clean your cunt with. You piece yourself together and slide off his car.
“Let’s go.”
“¿Qué?” he zips himself back into his pants.
“You promised me dinner.”
He sighs-- just as long as it wasn’t lasagna.
There’s something attractive about your love of children.
He thinks it’s likely because he’s never had that himself. His mother was a beast of a woman. Never affectionate. At least, not with him. After his wife’s subsequent death, life proceeded in a vacuum. The years passed: first one. Then six. Then he was here, holding a bundle of jewel-bright roses against an uncharacteristically clean button-up, walking down the dull blue carpet of the beige hallway to the pod that usually held the kids. For all the days you tolerated him smeared and slathered, you deserved a good display.
They were usually alight with noise, rambling on about their latest toy or prattling on about a mommy that Gabriella just did not have. The more she grew, the more important it became to have that for her-- maybe it was more for himself. Today, that hall was dead of life.
“Gabi, I hear your papi,” you called from somewhere inside. He hears her subsequent pitter-patter of feet across the carpet, popping out with Mimi from the door before he can open it. Miguel cocked his head, a sigh working on his lips. They whirled the door shut. Gabi bolted to your would-be desk and slapped her tanned palms on the tabletop.
“Maestra, maestra!”
Ah, damn it all. Miguel’s hand hovers around the knob, chewing on the next thought. He couldn’t really blame the kid for what she was about to say, because he knew exactly what she was about to do.
“¿Mande?”
“I have something to tell you, it’s really important. Papi likes you, did you know my papi really, really likes you?”
There’s a pause. Then a slight, amused giggle from Mimi. It’s short-lived as he pulls open the door, loathing this dumb thing called Teacher’s Week that leaves him with a bundle of flowers and instant regret.
“Sí, Gabriella. I know he does. I like him too. He’s so cute.”
If he weren’t so dark, he’d worry about the flush in his face with the embarrassment of being outed by his little girl. He stares at your hands on Gabriella’s, then at the small sea of desks and colorful name tags to break some of the tension, hardening his face to shield it from the embarrassment. Was he really so obvious?
“Hola Miggy.”
You scoot out of your chair.
“Hola,” he sighs, remembering he was holding flowers. He slides them into your hands, hooking his hands on his slender hips. “This is… Gabi wanted to give you flowers.”
“I never said that,” she chirped, bouncing his way. “You said--”
“Gabriella.” Miguel hisses, his tone sharp at her interjection. She goes dead silent by Mimi's side, staring up at him with watery eyes. He jerks his head in the direction of the quartet of desks she sits at. “Go get your things.”
“I think Papi is embarrassed,” you whisper, crouching down to rub her little back, soothing down her milky white top. “I’ll talk to him and make it better, okay? Go with Mimi.”
“Okay.”
Mimi bounded off behind Gabi, stuffing her bag with her colorful work and chunky crayons. Miguel exhaled air, staring at her powdery blue backpack for something other than the complete and utter embarrassment that yet someone else had called him out. If it wasn't Peter, it was his daughter.
Had he been this obvious the whole time?
“Don’t be too hard on her tonight,” He peered down at you, small in the grand scheme of his height and musculature. You pecked a small kiss on his lips, stroking his week-old stubble, just enough to cool Miguel’s teetering nerves. “It’ll be better when she finds out.”
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