summary: miles morales is the softest thing you’ve ever touched.

a/n: surprise!! i was going to schedule this fic for later, but i got impatient 😅 this is truly one of the cutest things i’ve ever written, and also one of my favorites!! this boy is so soft, i know it in my heart ughhhh 😫 (psst!! i hid a taylor swift reference somewhere in this fic- tell me in the comments/reblogs if you found it- no cheating!!!! 😉🤫🕵🏽‍♀️)

this is really just self-indulgent fluff, but i hope y’all enjoy and remember to love yourselves today, darlings!!!! 🥰🫶🏽💗

tw: kissing, physical-touch heavy, highly suggestive (please don’t flag me 😭🙏🏽)

most people wouldn’t know it, but miles is soft.

Forgive Me

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x female! reader

Summary: After an argument at work with your boss Miguel O’Hara you quit your job at Alchemex in anger. Luckily your boss’ AI talks some sense into him and sends him your way to beg for forgiveness. Read Part Two: here

Word Count: 2340 words

Content: Miguel being a rude bastard, Miguel begging for forgiveness, 18+ (minors DNI), no explicit smut, but things do get spicy at the end, breastplay, questionable Spanish

Note: Not proofread. Did get carried away a little, but I just love angst and men begging. Take it up with the duolingo owl if you don’t like my Spanish (i tried :((). Feedback is appreciated because this may be the most I have ever written on Tumblr. Have fun, horndogs.

─ you’re the sunflower ੈ✩‧₊˚

✶ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

✶ synopsis: everyone on the team loves you, expect miguel who seems to hate you more than anyone.

✶ warnings: angst!! major angst. sunshine!reader x grumpy!miguel. reader is nicknamed sunflower, mentions of death.

✶ notes: there’s one spanish sentence in this, I’m not good with spanish so if I’ve made a mistake please tell me so i can fix it! I might make a part 2 if this fic does well.

Being best friends w/ Miles hc's

Bonus:

Trying to hide him from the other spider people. Defending him.

"Hes just 15, for fucks sake. He only wanted good!"

But no. No one will listen. And you keep on fighting. Miles gives you a sad smile.

You know youre actions will have consequence. But you don't care. For now, you need to keep him safe.

Slideshow! pt 2

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ fluff! teen romance

⚘ summary: Y/n and Miles after making a slideshow to convince his parents to let them be in his room with the door closed.

⚘ wc: 571

part 1

HEADCANNONS: HE LOVES YOUR EYES

He’s not what he seems to be — earth 42! Miles Morales x Fem. Reader

•”𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍, 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄“•

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:While you are at a family event , Miles sent a freaky text to you while you are around family . You make an excuse so yall can go home early

𝐀/𝐍: One App “Tiktok“ , this is short but I’m probably going to post a lot of one shots due to Pinterest and TikTok , not to mention I made a dumb decision of making two series

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:No Smut just implied , HE IS AGED UP

Let’s talk abt how fine Miles looked in this whole scene

It was known half way through the school year at Visions Academy the teachers changed the assigned seats. Being in your last hour, you were pretty much comfortable sitting next to almost anyone in the class.

Albeit, you did have a few in your mind you would rather not be sat with. Kids who didn’t like to do the group work, kids who talked too much, kids who always were trying to copy answers, etc.

The teacher went through the neatly organized desks column by column, starting on the left side closest to the door for the new seating chart. There were only four columns seeing as the wooden desks were double seated. You listened as she went through assigning kids to chairs, finally reaching the last column. There were about seven other kids along with you still waiting to be called to the four desks available. All the kids left were somewhat iffy options to be next to for the rest of the year.

Only you and three others were left. She called out to the second to last desk, “Amanda and John”. You sigh a breath of relief happy to not be sat next to John who had a crush on you, your thoughts replaying all the times he had tried to get with you. Feelings were not mutual. “ And Finally Y/n and Miles.”

You walked over to the seat from the front of the room, seeing the Miles kid already getting comfortable in his new seat closest to the wall.

You never had the chance to talk to Miles much. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever talked to him. He was very reticent in the classroom. The moment he finished his work which was always relatively quick, he was out of the class leaving a few minutes to spare coming back before the bell rang.

There was a reason you never made an effort to talk to Miles. In fact, it was more like you endeavored to avoid him. His hedonistic friend group were known for being-, uncivil. They treated others horribly, always making someone do something that would make your stomach churn if you had to be the one to do it. From the rumors, Miles got into fare share of fights. If he walked into class brooding, possibly a small cut on his lip, that was all you needed to know he had gotten one over on whoever had sadly ticked em’ off.

There was a reason he had never gotten caught. No one ever spoke on who he would get into “fights” with, which were mostly one sided beatings with kids who couldn’t defend themselves properly, because they knew speaking up meant worse for you than the initial torture he would engender. That was how it was with his whole friend group.

What confused you though, he was extremely smart unlike the jerks he was always with. You heard he was one of the highest scoring kids, every report card stamped with straight As. That wasn’t much at this school, almost everyone had straight As and high Bs, but all his grades averaged above 94.

There was also no denying he was very attractive. Surprisingly he was never seen with anyone romantically, unlike his friends who always had a girl or two under their arms. There were definitely people were lined up at his feet though, always trying to cling to him. He always just brushed them off, usually blunter than he needed to be.

You had seen it once, a girl you hadn’t really liked had gone up to him during passing period asking for his number only for him to look at her funny and walk right past her. All his friends and their shallow twats of girlfriends laughed at her, walking with Miles past her.

She cried in bathroom for forty minutes after.

You stood next to your seat, putting your bag down. “Hi I’m y/n” you said, formally introducing yourself to Miles for the first time. He looked up to you from his phone. You watched as he took his time studying you, making you slightly flustered as his eyes roamed your body. He looked back down at his phone, disregarding your presence. “I know.”

LATINO GENES ~ Miles M.

“NO, I REFUSE!” Miles groaned, collapsing onto the bed as you connected your phone to the Bluetooth speaker. You’d pushed aside some furniture, cleared up the floor and searched through YouTube for the perfect song to begin with. “I’ll make a fool of myself and at my own birthday party, is that really what you want from me, babe?”

“You won’t make a fool of yourself, Miles, that’s why we’re practicing.” You encourage the boy with a soft smile, waiting for him to stop his whining and get up, a firm hand was planted on your hips while you pursed your lips. “Eres Puertorriqueño, you have some of that gene in you.” (You’re Puerto Rican)

“No.” He buried his head into the pillow as you rolled your eyes and tugged at his arm. “Nope, I’m not doing it.”

“Levántate, Miles!” You argued, “C’mon, let’s just practice a little and you’ll be a pro!” (Get up, Miles!)

The one thing you knew was that Miles had a weakness for you, within a few moments you could get him from stubbornly refusing to dragging his body with you as you happily did your thing. You watched as he peaked one eye from under the pillow and observed you, a Poot had formed on your lips and you gave him that look.

“Stop looking at me like that!” He groaned, once again plunging his face into the plush pillow while you chuckled. “Fine. Fine!”

You grinned widely, eyes lighting up as you pulled his arm, forcing him up and out the bed. You could tell by his grumpy face that he was extremely hesitate. As soon as the quick and fun beat of the song began to ring through the speaker he nearly collapsed back onto the bed. “It’s just a few steps and once you have those down it’ll be easy.” You gripped his hands, slowly moving your feet in a rhythmic pattern that went with the song. “Front, back, spin, front, back, switch.”

“Can you slow down.” He complained, eyes glued to the floor, attempting to keep ups with your steps. You giggled and stopped your motions.

“Move your hips, Miles, I know you have it in you.” You grinned, swaying your own hips as he attempted to copy you. “Front, back, spin.” You muttered quietly. “Kick that foot lightly, and then move to the side.”

“Uh-huh.” He mumbled, eyes still focused on his footwork while you held his hands tightly. “How the hell does this whole hip thingy work?”

“Just sway, side to side, loosen up a bit.”

“And then we spin.” He echoed your previous words, twirling you around before pulling you back in with quick steps. “Alright, alright.”

“Te dije.” You whispered a proud smirk on your face as you watched him do the steps correctly, your fingers laced together. (I told you)

“Shh.” Miles rolled his eyes, concentrating more on his steps then your reading words.

“No me calles, enfadoso.” You scolded, extending your arms to separate your dancing bodies before pulling them back in. (Don’t silence me, annoying.)

“Sorry.” He mumbled, you smiled and reached for to push his chin up to look you.

“Focus on the music, the beat, that’s how you’ll get your steps right.” You adviced, gently moving your body from left to right. “Spin.” He let go of your hand and lifted his arm, spinning you before capture your palm again.

“I kinda like this.”

“What was that?” You teased, leaning in closer with a shit eating smirk ok your face. Miles held a stoic faces, already annoyed by your reading as he refused to repeat his words. “C’mon just say it again for me.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No i think you did say something.”

“Nope.”

“Are you gaslighting me?”

“I don’t know what your talking about, I think you’re going crazy, mi amor.” He argued his point while you gave him an unamused glare. Flicking his forehead as he flinched and soothed the spot with the pad of his fingers. “Ow!” (My love)

“Thats what you get for being un cabrón!” (An asshole)

“Are we almost done!?” Miles whined while attempting to pull away so he could go back to his comfy spot on the bed.

“Nope, we still gotta practice some bachata.”

“Did you say horchata?”

“Bachata, pendejo, ever heard of Romeo Santos?” (Dumbass) You raised a brow while releasing the grip on his sweaty palms, you reach over for your phone and typed in a classic bachata song. La imitadora. “Come on, get up, I don’t want a single second of time wasted.” He let out a throaty groan while lifted himself from his sitting position and returning his hands into their spot on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and positioned your legs with his. “This one is simpler, you basically move from side to side with some pizzazz to your hips and then you spin me.”

“Pizzazz?” Miles scoffed as you slapped his shoulder gently. “Alright, alright, I’ll pizzazz.” He muttered as you basically guided him throughout the sound, occasionally mumbling out the lyrics.

“Te sientes cómo pro?” You grinned softly, feeling how he melted into this dance more then the previous one. (Do you feel like a pro?)

“I guess, I’m getting the hang of this one.” Miles replied, puking away to give you a twirl. “Still don’t know if I’m party ready.”

“Oh, you will be, trust.”

“Feliz cumpleaños a Miles, feliz cumpleaños a tí!” A string of cheers and applaud roared throughout the crowd as Miles’ smile grew. You, Rio, and Jeff stood behind him watching as his breath blew the number candles out. A mischievous grin covered your featured as the boy leaned in to the first bite of his cake. Your hand leaned moved forward and pushed his face deeper as he whipped his head around in shock, face covered in frosting and cake. You laughed softly, kissing his cake covered lips as an apology. (Happy birthday to Miles, happy birthday to you!)

“Que grande mi Niño!” Rio gushed as she wiped the extra frosting off his face and proceeded to cover it in kisses. The boy winced in embarrassment as he attempted to push the woman away from. (My boy is big!)

“Okay, okay, I think that’s enough mami.” He groaned while she continued, finally she held his face hin her hands with a proud smile.

“I’m so happy for you, now, que empiece la fiesta!” Rio announced as the DJ raised the volume of the music buzzing out the speakers, people had begun taking prices from the back and red decorated cake. It was something that you personally chose as a Thank You to not only Miles but to Spider-Man on this special day. (Let the party begin!)

“Feliz cumpleaños años, guapito.” You smirked hugging him tightly and kissing his forehead. “Thank you for all that you’ve done, both as you and as Spider-Man.”

“Oh, pssh, it nothin’, just another day of being the amazing me.” Miles played it off smugly, crossing his arms as he smirked back at you. You glared at him as he chuckled lightly. “Okay, for real though, thank you, mi amor.” (My love)

You glanced over at the dance floor that had begun to get crowded with drunk tíos and some primas. You looked back over at Miles who had started to munch on his cake, completely unaware of your ideas. “Bebe.” You spoke up as he hummed in response, looking up at you. “Wanna dance.”

“Uh,” He looked over at the dance floor with wide eyes, “nah, y’know I’m really tired right now and this cake is bomb as fuck-“

“Let’s go!” You giggled, taking the cake from his hands and setting onto the table nearby. It was funny seeing Miles, who had the unimaginable strength of Spider-Man, being dragged by his girlfriend to the dance floor. “Just like we practiced.”

He nervously grabbed your hands, shuffling from right to left stifly as if they hadn’t been practicing the last few days. If he was being honest, he was hoping that you’d let him be free if he satisfied you by practicing but it’s seems like you were serious. Now he stood, embarrassingly dancing while you giggled. “I don’t like this.”

“You sure we’re liking this when we were in your room yesterday.”

“But that was by ourself, now everybody is watching.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes. “My mama is literally watching us right now.”

You peaked behind him and saw Rio practically spying on the two of you as you danced together, a big and proud smile on her face. “But look at how happy she is, Miles, come on, do this for us. Just a few dances.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, finally loosening up and feeling the rhythm of the beat. He begun moving just like how he did when you two were in the safety of his room, fooling around and occasionally tripping as Miles missed a step. But now, it was as if he’d done this for ages, his feet were moving quick and he was spinning you around in light chuckled tumbling from his mouth.

“Y’know, Yasmin has a quinceñera coming up.” You smirked as he looked at you questionably. “I was thinking that we should go, together.”

“And do what exactly?”

“There’s a routine in mind that we could do.” Your smirk grew larger as he squinted his eyes, brows furrowing at your devious look. You knew it would take a lot of convincing, but if he did end up doing it you’d remember it for the rest of you life.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy, pls send it request if you have any!!

also the formatting of this I took inspo from @1800classiccherries so I’m giving full credit to them!

After the Fall

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 6,399

Summary: Bucky is your first love…your first everything so when things fall apart in college over a stupid misunderstanding you’re completely heartbroken but manage to move on…that is until your past comes back in a way you least expect it. 

Author’s Note: When Bucky and reader are dating they are at least 18 and when they reconnect their age is up to you- but they are obviously adults. The type of jobs mentioned are also up to interpretation- it’s a business thing for sure but as far as details it’s up to you! I had this whole moodboard planned to show the progression from young Bucky to now but I suck at them so instead I stuck some pictures in the middle of the fic to give you an idea :) And the first pic is what he looks like now hehe 🥵Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Dividers by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: some angsty parts over past events, both Bucky and reader have lots of feels, there’s soft fluff and sweetness, i-m-pl-ie-d s-e-x-y times, f-in-g-er-in-g, some light d-i-rt-y ta-lk, Bucky is delicious of course lol 

You pace your apartment and try not to fiddle with your outfit any more than you already have. It’s only seven thirty am and you’ve been up since six. You still have an hour and a half before you have to meet with Steve for your first official day of work.

Maybe you should leave now…New York City public transportation can never be trusted. The office building is only a fifteen-minute train ride but just to be sure…

Keep reading

MY EYES ONLY.

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

“baby you not stupid and i know you aren’t, why you acting like that?”

“miles, leave me alone.”

“nah, cause i already told you ion like him, why you still talking to him? you fuckin’ with him or sum?” he narrows his eyes at you, clasping his hands in between his legs while cocking his head to the side.

“im not having this conversation with you, call me when you done having your lil tantrum or whatever.” you ignore your boyfriend's scowl as you slide to the end of his bed and silently load everything into your coach tote bag, incoherently mumbling to yourself.

“the childish shit im talking about man.” he shakes his head, twin braids following suit. he gets out of his rolling chair, snagging the bag from your hands and holding it above his head where you can’t reach.

Miles Morales Fluff Alphabet

Tagging: @hiyaitssans @juneberrie @sluggmuffin

Warnings:Mention of fighting

This is x gender neutral reader!

(Look at him he’s such a cutie patootie OoO)

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Much like Earth 42! Miles, he’s quite a simple guy when it comes to spending free time with you. Drawing you, taking you swinging, and tickling or play fight with you are some of his favorites.

Tickling or play fighting always leads to kisses and cuddling, so.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Y’all know how writers talk about a character getting lost in someone’s eyes? Yeah, that’s Miles. No matter the color, he’s gonna stare into them. This boy never breaks eyes contact.

But Miles also appreciates every moment that allows him to relish in his youth, the fact that he’s a kid. He’s still young, no matter how gruesome his spider duties get. Every cheesy joke, every humiliating attempt at flirting? He lives for it. It’s there to remind him that he’s still learning, and that it’s more than okay.

Cuddling - how do they like to cuddle?

With his entire weight on top of you. His face buried in your neck or clothes, your hand scratching at the nape of his neck, his limbs thrown around loosely. It’s so calming for him to just try and melt into you.

But say you don’t like that? Too close, maybe? He also loves what I think is called the honeymoon hug?? Like when you’re just hugging each other? That too, he loves that.

Date - What was the first date with them like? What is their go-to date? What is their dream date?

It was unoriginal, to say the least. He took you to a movie or something like that. Then you both just kind of walked around New York, talking about anything that came to mind. You walked right next to each other and he would “accidentally” bump into you. The people on the street who knew him could tell he was head over heels.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It changes depending on the day. He’s much more open about feelings than his Earth 42 counterpart. Some days he’s rearing and ready to go, quick to do it all. Other days, not so much.

It’s refreshing, you guys aren’t always stuck with the same typical dynamic.

Flight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Miles is a firm believer in not going to bed angry at each other. No matter how long it takes, he’s going to tell you how he feels and he’s gonna make sure that it gets solved.

He’s a good listener. So if you tell him how you feel, explain yourself? Come to a consensus? He’s gonna forgive you and give you a big fat kiss.

Miles fights openly, and loudly. He’s got big emotions and a lot of energy. He yells, but not really at you. His volume just increases when there’s a lot going on.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Not at first, honestly. Of course he was happy, but it didn’t really phase him.

But when Miles will come home to find you just randomly sitting on his bed? Or when he sees you in his clothes? Or when you’re happy and giggly when he makes stupid jokes? He sits there and he realizes just how lucky he is.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Miles doesn’t have secrets, but that’s because he’s a bad liar. I don’t think he would hide anything, but if he tried to he would fail. When he lies he gets nervous and he sweats..it’s cute.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around?

Both, simultaneously.

He’s like a ball of sunshine. Warm and refreshing and so good at making you happy. It’s like he takes away any and all discomfort from your life when you’re with him.

But Miles is a fool in love. Like I said, you bring a sense of youth to him that he really needed. You make him feel as young as he is, awkward adorable with each other.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yeah…he does. Like if sees someone being friendlier than he’d like them to be? Instant jealousy. Why aren’t you talking to him instead?

Miles is gonna pout and stare at you. Then he’s gonna cling to you like a needy puppy in need of holding. And he’s gonna ask for kisses, and how could you say no?

Kiss - What was the first kiss like?

It was the funniest thing ever

He got nervous and head butted you. He then continued to sulk at his failed attempt before trying again, carefully this time.

His hands were sweating. It was quick and awkward (at least on his part) and he basically almost blew up.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He comes up with this whole plan, right? He has everything prepared so he could tell you in the best way possible? Then he fucks up the plan.

The second it becomes time, he starts rambling. He recaps how you met, how got to know each other, how you made him feel during those time, and then he told you how he felt. It was hilariously because he was talking with his hands and flailing them around.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose?

Miles was ready for marriage the minute you kissed for the first time.

The kind of guy to take you out to a fancy dinner and propose in front of everyone. Part of that’s because he wants the whole world to know he’s in love with you. He also wanted the dessert.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

I love this one

-babe (like all the time)

-baby (not as often, but still frequently)

-amor (he thinks it’s very cute)

-mi vida (he loves you and he wants to spend his whole life with you)

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others?

The second he caught feelings, it was obvious. He was drawing you 25/8, in just about every page of his sketchbook.

Any day that he got to see you was a good day. Those were the days that made his mother catch on, because he’d be extra quick to give his parents affection before running off as fast as possible.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

The second you tell him it’s okay to kiss you in public, he pecking you on the lips.

He’ll talk about you all the time, always finding a way to bring you into a conversation. At school, if you guys went to the same school, he’d stand in front of your locker and ask about how your morning was going. Then he’d walk you to your first class and give you a kiss before he either leaves or goes to his seat.

He’s open about his love for you, and the majority of people find it cute. Like he’s so in love it’s almost sickening.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

You can’t sit here and tell me that Miles wouldn’t throw up some art dedicated to you.

Imagine it: It’s in his signature style, a mix of all your favorite colors with hearts. Or maybe it’s you, or your silhouette. And in very big, very noticeable letters it says “MI VIDA,” because you make his life better just by being there.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

This goes back to the last one.

Large bouquets, art dedicated to you…Miles is a romantic. He’s gonna make big, showy, and probably awkward gifts of affection because that’s what he does. His love for you is big. He always has you in mind.

(The kind of guy to randomly give you gifts because “it reminded me of you.”

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Every step of the way. He’s gonna listen to you talk about it, no matter what it is. He’s gonna make sure he understands exactly what it is you’re doing. He’s gonna give you big fat kisses if you accomplish it. He’s gonna be there if you don’t. Every up, every down, every sideways and flip side, he’s gonna be up your ass.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Miles lives for energy and excitement. Anything that gets you excited, will get him excited. He’ll keep you on your toes and, honestly, will never stop surprising you.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Miles, despite his very awkward tendencies, is good with handling your emotions.

The best thing about Miles is that he knows feelings are inevitable. So he doesn’t try to make it stop. He understands, and encourages you to react how you see fit. Whatever will make it better.

You need to cry? He’ll hold you. You need to scream? Yell at him, it’s okay. You want to sleep? He’ll cuddle you.

He just knows what’s going through your head and why. He knows you, he really does.

Vanity - How concerned are they with their looks?

Much like Earth 42! Miles, he isn’t too concerned with it.

Like, he obviously wants to look good for you. But he doesn’t obsess over it. There are more important things in the world than looking in a mirror constantly, 24/7.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Miles would make space in his dresser for your clothes.

If you’re at his house a lot? In his room? Any item of clothing you may leave there will end up right there in the drawer. From a hoodie to a t-shirt. It wouldn’t surprise me if you decided to just change out of your own clothes for his because they’re so comfy and they smell so good.

Or if you don’t leave clothes there, but Instead something else? A bracelet? A book?

He’s keeping it safe on his desk and sending you a text, letting you know it was there. Then he just had an excuse to see you.

Xtra - A random headcanon about their relationship.

He loves hand holding. Like a lot.

You’re cuddling and he has the chance? He’s intertwining your fingers. He’s nervous? He’s gonna squeeze your hand. You’re sitting next to each other? He’s gonna grab your hand.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He pouts and sends you one of those really needy texts. You know what I mean.

Zzzz - How are they when they sleep? 

I’ll say it again. Miles loves cuddles in every universe.

He’s gonna hold on to you, attach himself to you like a sloth. It’ll be tight, but so so comforting. He won’t let go.

If you get up, though? He’ll stay laying down, but half awake so he’s sure when he can hold you again.

But he’ll probably kick you in his sleep, so.