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@coyoted​     (     ‘     she  looks  just  like  you.     ‘     ) 

they’re  both  exhausted.     though  none  moreso  than  malia ,  she’s  just  gone  through  something  stiles  would  never  understand.  he  held  her  hand  the  whole  way  through  and  neither  of  them  have  had  any  sleep ,  but  now ,  with  their  child  in  malia’s  arms ,  sleeping  peacefully   ;   neither  of  them  really  cared.   

I have no idea how to post this on Ao3 with the image and it's grinding my gears trying to figure it out... if anyone know how pls help ;0;

Blue cringed when he first saw Miracle's room. There were boxes that were either full or empty, newspapers were strewn about the floor, and bed had been stripped of all of its sheets. But were, instead, used to tent over a pile of pillows. Or it would as Miracle pulled the bedsheets from an open window and fixed the pillow fort. “Come on in!!!” Miracle called.

“Uh… Why did you make this fort?” Blue asked, taking off his coat and throwing it onto the mattress.

“Ah, one day I was feeling bad so I just made this fort!!! I add to it sometimes still.” Miracle explained. They scooted over to make room as Blue entered the fort. “And laying in it makes me feel happy sometimes.” they smiled.

“Are you feeling bad right now?” Blue asked as he made himself comfortable. Miracle didn't say anything. Instead they just moved closer to Blue and pushed him down. It surprised Blue, a whirlwind of thoughts flooding his mind. Until he realized Miracle just wanted to cuddle with him.

“Sometimes…” Miracle murmured. “Sometimes I wonder what I do wrong… I wake up sometimes… thinking about what I've done wrong and how I could have fixed it and how I can't fix it…”

Blue frowned, wrapping his arms around Miracle as they vented out their feelings.

“And sometimes I wonder if one day I'll mess up, that one day I'll forget something and get my family in trouble… I think about that so often, I can't help but scrub until i remove the paint, I don't find cleaning fun…” they murmured.

“Mira…” Blue frowned. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked, looking at Miracle.

“Because that's who I am, I'm Miracle, someone who loves unicorns, car races, and heavy metal!!! I'm not that inky, gooey mess that sometimes eats people!” Miracle replied, lifting their head up. “That's not who I wanted to be…. I just… wanted to say that because you saw… everyone saw…”

Blue’s frown persisted.

“I know that's not all you are…” he cooed quietly. “You're the mostly beautiful person here, that's why I love you.” he smiled at them.

“.... You say that but you haven't even seen my face…” Miracle murmured.

“I don't need to see your face to know that!” Blue insisted as he lifted himself up onto his forearm. Miracle huffed, not buying it as they rolled onto their other side and away from Blue.

He sighed before crawling over and pushed Miracle over so he could look into their eyes. Miracle just glared at him, still pouting, until Blue reached for their goggles.

He hesitated.

“Is it okay?” Blue asked.

“What? Oh… uhh… I mean I'm not trying to recover, so… so I should be fine… I've been healed after all and--”

“That's--no, I mean… do you want me to?” Blue asked again.

“Oh…” Miracle frowned before they shook their head. Blue seemed heartbroken, but he backed away, looking down at his hands.

Miracle cleared their throat to regain Blue's attention as they pulled off their goggles and the  their mask…. And then their hood.

“Mira…” Blue said softly

“It's bad isn't it…” Miracle grumbled, quickly moving to pull their hood over themselves again. Blue's hands quickly shot out, grabbing Miracle's wrists. They shouted but were quickly silenced by Blue's lips on their own.

“You're beautiful.”