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buckyalpine · 6 months

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Hello Shay ! I’ve been loving the civilian!reader fics, and I had an idea for a fic like that, but with a twist 🫣 reader is bucky’s sweet civilian gf, literal definition of sunshine, basically a lover, not a fighter. She’s a ballet teacher at a local studio (hint hint wink wink). And she lives with him and the team at the tower. One night, while the team is out on a mission, Hydra ambushes the tower and tries to take the reader hostage. And when they learn about it, they rush back home in order to save her. Meanwhile, Bucky and Tony check the footage just to see his precious sweet girl absolutely kicking ass. And I mean hardcore, like she even does the entire widow thigh-neck move. And everyone is like??? And Bucky’s just absolutely fucking HORNY bc “hell I’ve been in between those thighs so many times, you’re telling me I could’ve DIED???”

okay YESSSSS we live for a badass gf who appears to be nothing but sweet sunshine and killer on the inside. Fluffy fluffy and smutty smutty

"Be back soon, darling" Bucky cooed, kissing you again and again while everyone boarded the jet, getting in a few more pecks before having to leave on a mission.

"C'mon lover boy, the faster we get going, the faster you get back to your sweetheart!" Tony yelled, shaking his head watching Bucky look a you with puppy eyes, not wanting to leave his sunshine behind. "He's so down bad, I swear"

"Can you blame him, she's so cute" Sam smiled, watching the two of you cling onto each other for a few extra seconds, your form hidden, engulphed in Bucky's thick arms. "Look, you can't even see her when tin man hugs her"

"I'll miss you baby" you kissed Bucky's pouty lips, caressing his scruffy cheek before letting him run off, your cheeks heating up when he blew you another kiss before the doors closed.

"You're a little sap" Nat teased while Bucky blushed, strapping on his gear as the engine roared to life, rumbling as they took off. Bucky had 0 shame in everyone knowing how much he loved you and it started from the day he met you. He got called out immediately, questioned over the dopey smile he had on his face, the blush on his cheeks instantly giving him away.

Soon after you'd started dating, Bucky wanted you closer to him and he didn't have to ask Tony twice; his room was moved to a floor above so you'd have more space to live together. The last thing Bucky wanted was for you to get hurt because of his job. He felt more relaxed knowing you were in he safety of the compound on days where he was away.

"Who would've thought Bucky would be the romantic type"

"I did" Steve groaned, having seen Bucky's flirty side for years but he knew this was different. He hadn't seen his bestfriend like this before, clearly in utterly and desperately in love with you.

"It's adorable" Sam laughed while Bucky continued to smile, scrolling through his phone looking at pictures of you. His camera rolled was filled with various images of you baking, cuddling, sleeping, doing the most mundane things in the world, each making his heart flutter. He felt a pang in his chest, momentarily worried about if you were safe without him, the same anxiety he always felt whenever he had to leave you.

You stretched across the sofa, sipping on some hot chocolate and putting on your favorite comfort movie, deciding to have a relaxing night to yourself since the compound was empty. You didn't like when Bucky had to leave but you knew it was part of his job, slipping the fuzzy throw blanket over you shoulders before hitting play.

It had hardly been a few minutes before the screen went black making you blink, wondering if you'd sat on the remote by accident. Suddenly the rest of the lights turned off, a blasting sound coming from the entrance before you heard rushed footsteps nearing you.

Your heart started to race, having no time to hide or think, coming face to face with a number of masked men all towering over you. One grabbed you, pulling out a camera and hitting record, shoving it close to your face with a sinister smile.

"Look who we have, soldat"

The jet hadn't been flying for long, a sudden beeping alarm from the security system alerting Tony to check the cameras. His eyes grew wide, seeing the Hydra logo take over the screen before switching the live footage from the hacked system.

"Guys! There's been an attack on the compound!" Tony shouted from the computer, everyone rushing to see what came on screen, billows of smoke emitting from the main wing. Suddenly the screen went black, replaced with a man swearing a black mask, walking around the common room.

"Welcome Mr. Stark" His voice was thick with a Russian accent, the video panning to show the other agents infiltrating the tower. "Where is our soldat"

"You stay the fuck away from my girl" Bucky growled, his heart hammering in his chest, nearly crying when he saw someone grab you and shove you into a chair.

"She's precious to you, isn't she. We'll see you soon" he laughed, before the stream cut off leaving Bucky wanting to scream in frustrating, anxiety clouding all his thoughts, just wanting to get back to you to protect you.

"We have to go help her!" Bucky paced up and down while Tony rerouted the jet, speeding back to save you. "How the fuck do I know what's going on, there has to be something" He pleaded, hating that he no longer had eyes on you.

"Hold on, let me get into the back up feed" Tony tapped away at different keys, getting into the security system, selecting the camera for the common room where you were being held. "Here, I got it! I-Holy shit..."

The sound of screaming screeched through the speaker but it wasn't coming from you.

No.

"B-Barnes, you're girl just killed someone with her thighs" Tony stared at the footage with wide eyes while Bucky and the others watching in awe as your legs wrapped around one of the agents' heads, snapping his neck before flipping over and attacking another one of your assailants.

Bucky nearly choked, watching the men drop to the floor like flies, your arms and legs holding onto the men with a vice like grip until they fell, hardly breaking a sweat each time.

"Do you understand how many time's I've been in between those thighs, you're telling me she could've killed me?!!" Bucky practically moaned, seeing you fight, all his anxiety melting into lust, his cock straining against the thick material of his tac suit.

"Jesus Bucky, you're gonna poke an eye out" Sam's face scrunched up while Bucky adjusted himself, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, his tip leaking, breathing out a sigh of relief seeing you perfectly safe.

"Can't help me, look at her. Better count me out for movie night, m'gonna spent the whole night fuckin'-

"Okay, got it, you're a ridiculous, horny, pervert, and y/n probably won't walk for a week, will you please put that away" Sam shook his head, walking away when he tent in Bucky's pants got worse.

"I'm sorry, we've been housing a Hydra killer all this time?" Tony shook his head as the jet landed, still in disbelief over what everyone had just seen, both impressed and 100% scared of what else you were capable of. "You sure know how to pick em' Barnes"

As soon as the jet hit the floor, Bucky was sprinting off into he compound, running to find you, relief flooding his veins when he saw you sipping on your tea, seated on the couch again. You jumped up from your spot, jumping into your boyfriends arms, clinging onto him while the others also entered, glad to see you were okay. They got to work, clearing up the room, rounding up the few agents that were knocked out for questioning while also giving you and Bucky some privacy.

"Babygirl" Bucky hugged you tightly in his arms, burying his face into your neck, inhaling your soft scent, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. "Are you okay doll, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Bucky" you reassured him, pecking his soft lips, letting him check you over before feeling satisfied you were okay, not finding a scratch on your body.

"Everything okay Buck?" you cocked your head noticing your boyfriends shift in demeanor, his soft baby blue eyes darkening into something else, biting his lip.

"Baby, I had to hold back from pulling my cock out on the jet and touching myself, you know how much that hurt? How hard I was the entire time, struggling not to jet my dick off watching how sexy you looked" He walked you up to your shared bedroom, his erection shamelessly pushing against your clothed core, not bothering to hide it one bit. "Where have you been hiding all that princess"

"Not hiding Bucky, just-never needed to do that" You shrugged shyly, squeezing your thigs around his waist playfully, making him groan as he dropped you on the bed.

"Can't wait to keep my face between these pretty legs that could kill me" He groaned, slicing your clothes off with his pocket knife before diving in without a care in the world, eating you like a man starved, tapping your thighs to wrap around his head.

"C'mon doll, squeeze em'" he moaned, humping against the bed feeling your muscles flex, his eyes rolling back, nearly cumming against the mattress at the strength he could feel, knowing you were holding back from hurting him.

you could kill him if you want.

Fuck, he was going to cum so fast.

"Oh god! Bucky!! PLease! D-DOn't STOP"

"That's it gorgeous, so good to me, so fuckin' pretty. won't last baby, gonna cum for you!"

"They're going at it like rabbits, didn't you sound proof their room after the first incident?"

"I did. This is after the sound proofing"

"Gonna fuck your thighs next baby, you got my cock so hard, almost creamed my pants like a teenager watching, you, oh shit-shit-m'so sensitive, keep clenching around my dick, that's it-fuckkk"

"Jesus christ, it's been an hour"

"Did you forget he has the super soldier serum? They're not gonna stop any time soon"

"I'M CUMMING JAMES"

"Gonna fucking cum for you y/n, OH FUCK YESSS you're so sexy when you fight baby, m'gonna fuckin' cum again, I can't stop"

"He's really gonna go all night, isn't he"

"Can you blame him?"

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littlelou22 · 1 year

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you’re my sunshine | joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you and joel are polar opposites. you are sunshine while he is cloudy. but you’re his sunshine and he doesn’t quite know how to handle that.

warnings: insecure!joel, undefined age gap (reader is in 20s, joel is canon age), judgy ass jackson people

word count: 2.5k

divider credit: @saradika

requested: yes by the lovely and inspiring @pedgeitopascal 🫶🏻 find it here

a/n: second fic, lets gooooo. requests are open, so drop one if you would like (i'm still new at this so i may not do all of them, just trying to get back into writing first)

The people of Jackson were stumped by the three newcomers.

Well, more specifically, they were stumped by you.

They didn’t understand how someone like you came along with the man and the girl.

There was Ellie. Even though she is only fourteen, the girl was wise beyond her years. A young girl that possessed the vocabulary of a sailor. Rough around the edges. Strong willed, incredibly witty, and as sarcastic as one could possibly be.

There was Joel. A man hardened by the cards that life seemed to have dealt him, emotionally stunted, and just plain grumpy. Borderline rude to the members of the community, apart from his brother and sister in law. Over cautious of each and every person in the community.

And then there was you.

A woman who embodies the word sunshine. An optimist. The type to always lend a hand whenever needed. Smiles constantly adoring your face. You can find good in any situation, even during the apocalypse.

So it came as a surprise when the community found out that you were dating the grumpy old man.

If someone had asked when you and Joel had gotten together, you wouldn’t know what to tell them. You don’t know how or when it happened, it just was. It had always been.

The two of you met a few years prior. Tess insisted that they needed another partner, a younger woman to attract a different type of customer. At first, Joel didn’t care. If that’s what the girl would do, then that was that. But when Tess brought you home, it shifted for him. He couldn’t stand the thought of the men in the QZ doing business with someone as sweet as you. As pure as you.

So he looked out for you and in turn, you did the same. Quick hellos turned into small talk which turned into conversations. A pickup turned into a hangout which turned into you going to sleep in his bed every night. It just happened.

You were Joel’s and he was yours. It was simple.

Simple to you, at least. You loved him, it was obvious to anyone around you. You looked at him as if he was the center of the universe. You told him as much, as frequently as he would allow you to. It didn’t bother you too much that he never said it back. Regardless of the small and doubting voices in your head, you knew he felt the same.

Joel, even after years with you by your side, still didn’t quite understand how someone like you could be with someone like him. How someone like him could deserve to be with someone like you. After everything he had done before you, everything he had done to protect you.

But you were. And it isn’t that Joel is complaining, because he is not, he just doesn’t know what to do about it. How to act around you in public with the prying (and equally as confused as him) eyes.

Everywhere the two of you went, the eyes followed. The thoughts of the community consumed Joel’s mind. He knew what they thought of him, hell, what they thought about Ellie. And while he couldn’t stand how they viewed his surrogate daughter, he understood why they viewed him.

He wasn’t kind like you. He didn’t acclimate like how you did. He didn’t offer his skills to better the community. He avoided going to the movie nights unlike you, who embraced the chance to mingle with the community.

Joel didn’t miss the way the people would shy away from you whenever he would approach. How their conversation would abruptly end with a forced goodbye, as if Joel was an intruder to his own relationship.

As the time went by, Joel began to doubt himself. How could someone like you want to be with him? With a past like his? He wasn’t worthy of your attention. Of your time. Of your love.

Hell, Joel couldn’t even bring himself to tell you that he loved you. Even after all the years you’ve spent together. He did, he loved you more than he ever thought was possible after Sarah died. He just didn’t know how to tell you.

Joel wasn’t a man of words, he was a man of action. He showed you that he loved you. Whether it was fixing you your favorite tea in the morning or building bookshelves for the many books you’ve found on patrol, he showed his love through acts of service.

But he was beginning to doubt that it was enough for you.

It started at the Tipsy Bison. Joel had promised to help Tommy repair one of the decks to a house. You weren’t much help with a task like this, to your dismay, so you had wandered off to town with the promise of meeting the brothers when they had finished for the night.

Ellie opted to stay back at the house, feigning sickness. You could see right through her act but knew how the girl had been struggling since arriving in Jackson. How she had been struggling before the three of you even got here. So, in spite of Joel’s obvious displeasure, you granted her the solace that she was silently requesting.

You were sitting at the bar with a group of women, discussing the upcoming holiday and how the town would celebrate it, when the Miller brothers made their appearance in the establishment.

And while your smile grew at the sight of your man, the women around you seemed to tense. As Joel approached you, the conversation faded into quiet murmurs.

“Hi babe,” you greeted as he stopped in front of your stool. You watched as his cheeks flushed at the pet name, the smile you wore only growing. “You and Tommy finish the deck?”

“Not yet,” Joel responded, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He nodded to the women surrounding you, only receiving a tight lipped smile back in response. “Got too dark and Maria needed him home.”

“The girls and I were just talking about how we could convince Tommy to dress up as Santa for the kids this year. Wouldn’t that be sweet?” You were excited about the idea, evident by the happiness lighting up your face.

“The sweetest,” Joel replied, shifting foot to foot under the watchful eyes of the women around you.

As you filled Joel in on the other plans for the upcoming celebration, the three other women that you had been planning with watched the interaction. It was almost comical to Joel – he was labeled as the rude one, yet these women were looking back and forth between the two of you with obvious confusion. Suspicion towards Joel. And, if Joel was reading it right, one of them was wearing a shade of disgust.

Joel knew he wasn’t the best type of person in the world but to be looked at with disgust seemed a bit too far for him.

“Joel?” Your voice startled him from his thoughts. You had slipped your coat on before beginning to rise from the barstool you had been perched upon. “You ready to get back home? I want to make sure Ellie is okay.”

With a smile and a wave, you bid the ladies a goodbye before turning to your boyfriend. You watched as he forced a nod at them before he began to make his way towards the exit. Falling into step with him, you slip your hand into his coat pocket, lacing your fingers along his with a squeeze. Eyes on his face as you watch him let out a shuddering breath, shoulders tensing even more than they usually were.

You may be an optimist that sees the best in not only every person that you encounter but in the world as well, even if it is a fucked up mess thanks to the cordyceps. You may be a cheerful person with a smile on your face more often than not, even in the face of danger. But you weren’t stupid.

And you certainly weren’t blind.

You saw how the people in Jackson treated Joel. How they looked down upon him. He may not be totally involved in the community, but he helped where he could and when he could. The people of this town operated on favors, but it was hard to fulfill one for someone when you were on patrol as much as Joel was.

Everyone took rotations, yourself included. But Joel took it a step further. Maybe it was his incessant need to protect Ellie and yourself, maybe it was his nature. Or maybe it was just what he thought he could best provide to the community for. Joel was outside the wall more than he was inside of it, patrolling new and old areas alike to ensure the community’s safety. Going on what seemed like endless supply runs to restock any medication, materials, and other things that anyone could potentially even need.

Not only did you see everything Joel did for the community, even if they couldn’t share that view, but you saw how Joel treated Ellie. How he treated you.

How he wasn’t good with words or how he didn’t know how to show affection. But you knew, regardless of if he put it into words, how much he loved his two girls.

You knew he loved the two of you through the surprises he would bring back from patrol for the two of you. Whether it was a book you had mentioned liking in your childhood or hunting down every last remaining can of Chef Boyardee for Ellie, he showed you. Whether it was the old guitar he had traded to get for Ellie on her birthday or the singular flower he would pick for you ‘just because’, he showed you.

But regardless of the bountiful thanks you both had given him, you can see the doubt pooling in his eyes. The disappointment eating away at him at the thought of not being able to give the two of you more. The constant guilt of his past actions. You knew what he thought of himself and you knew that he didn’t think he could ever deserve you.

You just didn’t share that opinion.

So when you hear the women you were previously conversing with snickering about your boyfriend as you walk towards the exit, something snapped within you.

Slipping your hand from his, you practically march your way back to the women, leaving a perplexed Joel behind, watching from the door of the restaurant. Watching as your hand smacks onto the bar top in front of them, leaning over to sneer at each of them. You didn’t get like this often, preferring kindness, but when you did, Joel couldn’t help but gawk at you.

“You may think you know him,” your voice is as cold as your glare. “But you couldn’t even begin to understand the type of person that Joel is. Might I remind you that none of you have been on the other side of that wall, so you truly have no idea what he does every damn day to make sure that you can sit here on your asses and gossip like small town bitches.”

The women before you go silent, jaws dropping at your words. They hadn’t expected someone like you to snap. But the people of Jackson, especially those that were not on patrol rotation, had no idea what it was like on the outside. You had to do what you had to do, regardless of your sunny disposition. Just because you were usually radiating positivity didn’t mean you wouldn’t bite back when necessary.

You take their lack of a response as an answer. “Next time you want to judge someone based on their first impression, maybe try to understand what they’ve been through to get to this point first. If you went through even a fraction of the shit that the three of us went through to get here, you’d actually think before you spoke.”

“That’s not what we meant–”

“Then what did you mean by the constant glares? The whispering when you think no one can hear you? Running away the second you see him?” You raise your eyebrows at them, challenging them to respond. “Please tell me what you meant, I’m sure you had a great reason.”

Their mouths opened and closed, searching for the words but found none. Still in shock over your outburst.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s keep this from happening again, yeah?” With that, you turn and head towards the door. As you pass Joel, you grab his hand and tug him outside. Once outside, you take a deep breath of fresh air, halting in your steps in effort to calm down your racing thoughts.

“W-What was that?” He asks, equally as stunned as the women that got told off by you.

You shrug. “I don’t like the way they talk about you. Or about Ellie.”

Joel shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he stands in front of you. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you answer simply. “I know how it affects you. How you think about yourself as is. They only make it worse and that’s not okay with me.”

“You can’t blame them,” Joel sighs, rubbing his gloved hand down his face. “They aren’t wrong.”

“They are wrong, baby,” you tug his hands from his face, replacing them with your own by cupping his cheeks. “You have no idea how far from the truth they are, how far you are.”

You thumb his cheeks, a small smile playing on your lips as you think about him. “I know you don’t view yourself in the brightest light, Joel, but you are everything to me. You and Ellie are the best things in my life, I wouldn’t trade the two of you for anything in the world. I would do anything, say anything to make sure that you know how much you mean to me.”

His eyes are glassy as his hands slowly make their way to your wrists, swallowing hard at your words. You know he struggles to hear it, to hear any sort of praise that would go against his thoughts.

“You’re a man of action, not a man of words,” you whisper. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes, you press your lips to his. Joel stiffens, not used to the public display of attention. You hold firm, sliding your hands off his cheeks to wrap around his neck in an effort to pull him closer to you. After a moment, you feel him relax, hands shifting to your hips as he molds his lips against yours.

The two of you stay entangled in each other for a few more moments, lips dancing with one other. With one last peck, Joel pulls back, eyes shining as he takes your swollen lips and flushed skin. He looks at you in wonder, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“I love you too,” Joel whispers. “My sunshine.”

And for the first time in a long time, the smile on your face is mirrored on his.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #insecure joel #still getting used to it #joel the last of us #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #m writes

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judeswhore · 2 years

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my girl; steve harrington

summary: you never expected your first time meeting steve’s parents to go so horrifically wrong

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: steve’s shitty parents, not the best writing i’ve done

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

“you know she isn’t coming in just to rent the breakfast club every week, right?” you eyed steve as he pulled open the car door for you, his hand reaching down to grip yours so he could help you out. his fingers were cold against your skin despite the summer sunshine, his much larger fingers wrapping gently around yours. the tiny promise ring he’d gifted you for your birthday twinkled in the light, steve’s thumb momentarily brushing over it before he pulled you up.

“she doesn’t just rent the breakfast club, sometimes she rents the goonies.” he pushed the car door shut behind you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you shook your head.

“she’s not there for the movies, steve.” you slid your arm around his waist, fingers slipping slightly beneath the material of his shirt to graze over his bare skin. his gaze was light and taunting, a lazy smirk lifting one side of his mouth because he could almost feel the jealousy radiating from you.

kennedy walton had been coming into family video every friday for the past six weeks, almost always renting the breakfast club even after spending half an hour browsing the shelves. steve knew she wasn’t really looking, she spent most of her time eyeing him, twirling her hair and smiling just a little too much whenever he glanced over. steve also knew how much it annoyed you, the other girl almost always just so happened to be there when you met him after your shift at the police station and her high pitched giggles were guaranteed to bring out a scowl from you. on more than one occasion he’d heard you mutter to robin that he “wasn’t even that funny”.

“maybe she’s there for keith, he’s been getting a lot of female attention since he grew that beard.” he’d spun the two of you around, both of his hands now settled on your cheeks to tilt your head up to him, and gently pressed you up against the car. your look was so dry that steve gave a soft snort, lips coming down to smother kisses across your cheeks and nose. “or maybe she comes in just for a few minutes of your charming personality.”

“she likes you and you know it.”

“so?”

“so she comes in to stare at you like a total creeper and flirt. terribly. she’s a terrible flirt.” you were almost pouting, brows drawn together in a dramatic show of irritation but steve could only focus on how adorable you were. on how good it felt to have someone love him so much that it bothered them knowing girls came into the store just to stare at him. his nose bumped yours, his thumb brushing in soft motions across your cheek and he could feel the way you melted into him, one of your hands gripping lightly at the fabric of his shirt.

“she’s not that terrible at flirting.” he teased, unable to hold back his grin when you arched your brows. “and she always compliments my hair. you never compliment my hair anymore.”

“because i’m not trying to get you to fuck me.”

“no?”

“no.” you tilted your head, cocking it slightly to one side and watched steve carefully. “you really think her flirting is good?” this had him snorting again, shaking his head with a quiet laugh, his grin only making you smile despite your tiny feeling of annoyance at kennedy.

“god, no, it’s awful. but you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“i’m not jealous, harrington. i just find her unbearable.” steve only nodded, completely unconvinced and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip, his eyes dropping for a few seconds.

“fine, you’re cute when you find people unbearable. but you have nothing to worry about, she can flirt as much as she wants, you’re my girl.” his heart leapt at the smile that slowly spread across your face, heat creeping up your cheeks that he could feel beneath his palms. he bent his neck, head lowering as he pushed you a little further into the side of the car, lips tickling against your own.

“your girl?”

“my girl.” his mouth slotted carefully over yours, lips soft and tasting slightly of sugar and you swallowed a sigh, tugging him closer by his shirt. you knew it was ridiculous to be making out with him practically in the middle of the street but his kisses were addictive and his body was warm against yours, fighting off the slight wind blowing around you. his tongue grazed yours and a soft sound tumbled from your lips, his hand sliding around the back of your neck so he could deepen the kiss.

“steve?”

the sharp sound of mrs harrington’s voice startled you, steve pulling back with a dazed expression, eyes wide and a little bit cloudy. he blinked as if clearing his head and then let his hands fall from your cheeks, his body shifting to face his mother. his posture stiffened almost instantly and you felt half embarrassed as you peaked around his arm, flustered over the fact your first time meeting steve’s mom you’d been seconds away from tugging his clothes off. she looked confused, brows drawn in a stern line while she glanced between you and her son.

“hello, mrs harrington.”

“hello…” she trailed off, expression unreadable when she settled her eyes on your hand wrapped lightly around steve’s forearm.

“y/n. mom, this is the girl i told you about.” mrs harrington still looked clueless and it took her a few seconds before she nodded, a tiny smile appearing on her lips.

“right. of course. well, your father and i were just about to eat, why don’t you join us?” steve fumbled slightly, glancing quickly at you and then back towards the front door, momentarily unsure what to say. in the months you’d been dating you’d never met either of his parents, not because he actively hid you from them but because they were never really around. you knew his relationship with them was strained and you’d told him countless times that he could introduce you to them whenever he was ready and you hated that this had been sprung upon him so abruptly.

but, it was in steve’s nature to people please, especially if those people were his parents, and so he grinned, his head bobbing on a small nod. “yeah, sure.”

you knew steve regretted his answer the second you sat down, his father hadn’t even made it passed a proper introduction before he was mocking his son’s current occupation. he was tense beside you, back almost rigid as his knee bounced, the material of his jeans brushing against your bare leg thanks to how close you’d shuffled towards him. your fingers itched to wrap around his own, the need to comfort him almost overwhelming.

“where is it you work again, y/n?” mr harrington had never been told where you work, it was a question that he hoped would give an answer he could use to belittle steve. you were slow in answering, glancing between the older man and the boy sitting beside you.

“the police station, admin and stuff.”

“that sounds promising. working in an environment like that will look incredible on college applications, i bet you get a real insight into a peoples lives.” you gave a little shrug, feeling more than awkward given the way both adults seemed to be ignoring steve.

“yeah, i guess. my dad’s an officer there so he got me the placement. it’s nothing major, i’m not really allowed to do much.”

“even so, just being around such experienced people, you must learn a lot more than someone scooping ice cream for a living. or rewinding old tapes.” mr harrington snickered and steve’s cheeks turned pink, his head dipping until his hair fell into his eyes. his mother sent you a smile across the table.

“i bet you’ve dealt with a lot of the nut cases around town, huh?”

“well, no, i-”

"see, steve, your girlfriend's job is actually worthwhile to her." mr harrington brushed his wife’s input aside, his attention now fully focused on his son, that haughty expression back in his eyes.

"oh, well, it's not really, i only make people’s-”

"what skills are you learning working in a video store?" his tone was unkind, the look in his eyes just the same and even after having been sat down for no less than ten minutes, you understood why steve spent so much of his time around anyone but his parents. they were cruel with their words, sneering at everything, looking down their noses at him as though he was someone they didn’t really have the time of day for. it made you realise why he enjoyed being around your family, they gave him the appreciation his didn’t.

“it’s teaching me lots of things about the real world.” it was a mumble from steve, his eyes locked on his plate as he pushed the potatoes around on it. unease curled in your stomach because you’d never seen him look so down, the crease between his eyebrows enough to tug a little at your heart.

“the real world.” his father snorted, his mother giving an airy giggle but neither you nor steve reacted. “you know nothing about the real world, son and i’m not sure you ever will. you flunked high school, you couldn’t make it to college and now you’ve been stuck with two dead end jobs. they’re supposed to be weekend jobs, steve, not full time ones.”

“i’m learning how to make my own money, how to pay for my own things.” your foot met steve’s beneath the table, curling around his ankle so you could show him some form of support, too nervous to reach for his hand under his father’s stare. the older man was barely paying attention however, he’d already started on his path to insult steve in any way possible.

“and this constant running around with kids is getting ridiculous. every day you disappear to take them to school, to pick them up, to drop them off at their strange clubs. they have parents for that, it’s not your job.” the room was awfully quiet aside from mr harrington’s voice, everyone had stopped eating, the tension thick and suffocating. “i’m honestly surprised you’ve managed to make a stable relationship, especially with someone who appears to have a head full of ambition. i mean, we all saw what happened with that wheeler girl, that was a train wreck.”

“stop it.” steve’s voice was quiet, a poor attempt at halting his father’s bitter words and like expected, they didn’t work.

“i give it a few months and this one’s gonna get equally as tired of you.”

“excuse me?” your fork clattered against the plate, the glare you sent across the table one of the most harshest ones you could muster but it didn’t seem to deter mr harrington.

“you really want to spend your life with someone who has no aspirations? who’s stuck working a 9 to 5 in a vhs store because he couldn’t even pass algebra?”

“to be fair, mr harrington, i’m not sure it’s your place to be interfering in who i want to spend my life with. and the opinion you’ve formed of your son is completely wrong.” steve’s hand settled over yours on the table, fingers slotting together as he shook his head. he knew what it was like to argue with his father and he didn’t want you on the receiving end of his whiplike words.

“wrong?”

“he works in a video store, so what? at least he’s making money, at least he bothered to find a job instead of just sitting around here waiting for you to notice him. you’re never even around to be able to see what he’s achieving now, high school grades don’t define who he is. and those kids you’re so worried about? ask them how they feel about steve. ask them what he’s done for them, how many times he’s been there when no one else was. jesus, dustin henderson worships the ground he walks on, because he’s amazing. because he’s the kind of person you can turn to when everything’s upside down in the world and you know he can make you feel grounded. you should be proud of who he is, not demanding that he changes just to suit the son you want him to be.” silence followed your words, three pairs of eyes settled on you as you let out a shaky breath, heart pounding because you’d never spoken to an adult like that before, let alone your boyfriends incredibly intimidating father.

“well-”

“i’m not really interested in anything else you have to say. steve deserves a hell of a lot better than what you’re offering.” you pushed your chair back, eyes darting to steve who was watching you with a slightly stunned expression and for a second you were afraid you’d overstepped. afraid you’d wandered into territory you had no business in but then his lips curved into that favourite smile of yours and your heart thumped. before you could get up from the table, mr harrington pushed himself up and without excusing himself disappeared down the hall, his dinner left behind.

there were another few seconds of awkward silence in which steve couldn’t keep his eyes off you before mrs harrington followed her husband, muttering something under her breath about needing a vacation. and then you and steve were alone, a table full of uneaten food surround you. you swallowed thickly, turning to apologise for potentially getting him in trouble but steve got there first, his smile almost blinding.

“i love you.”

“sorry?” you blinked, more than a little surprised.

“i love you. so much. that was-” he shook his head, reaching out to brush his fingers down the side of your face, lightly trailing your jaw. “you didn’t have to do that.”

“i’m your girl, right?” you repeated his earlier words, leaning into the warmth of his palm as he let it gently cup your cheek. his own face was still slightly pink and you didn’t miss the way his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. you placed your hand over it, fingers soft against the fabric of his jeans.

“yeah?”

“so i’m not gonna sit and let your asshole dad talk down about you.” the kiss you leant in to press against his lips was soft but completely full of love, a reassuring pressure that steve wasn’t aware he needed. “i meant everything that i said. your dad doesn’t know you, doesn’t know all the ways you’ve helped saved this stupid town and everyone in it. dustin and the others look up to you so much and yeah sometimes you’re an idiot but it’s what makes you you. i love you, whether you’re working at family video or running your own business, i love you steve, exactly as you are. and so does everyone else.”

you settled another kiss to his mouth, this one slightly longer as you leant against his thigh for leverage and he hummed quietly, his tummy doing odd flips and his heart almost ready to burst from his chest. “i don’t think dustin will like you telling me he loves me.”

“he likes to think he’s all grown up now but he still depends on you. no matter what your parents say steve, you’re important to so many people, it doesn’t matter whether you’re terrible at algebra.” he laughed lightly, nudging his nose against yours.

“i’m honestly not that bad.”

“don’t worry about it, i’m pretty shit too.” you pulled back, brushing your fingers comfortingly through his hair, combing it back off his forehead. he looked tired, completely exhausted from what had to have been the shorter dinner you’d ever attended. “you wanna spend the night at my place? my mom was making apple pie for dessert, if we go now we might get a slice before my brothers eat it all.”

steve nodded and reached out to squeeze your fingers lightly, lifting your hand to his mouth to press a feather light kiss to your palm. “i’d like that.”

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sunandmoonseisai · 5 months

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When it comes to broppy relationship in the movies, I think trolls world tour is the weakest in that department.

First movie broppy has this sort of implied history. Poppy has apparently tried to befriend branch for a long time, and even after everyone has given up on him, poppy still treat him warmly. And we know that despite his rude and cruel behavior, branch did apreciate it deep down. It's easy to imagine that they got to know each other a little bit and one of the reason why poppy is still trying to be his friend is because branch showed her a part of himself that he hide to everyone else. What poppy say in the last movie, "I've been by your side from the moment we meet. And you've been by mine! " seems to confirm this. Even if you ignore this headcanons, their contracting personalities and the way they bounce off each other, coupled with the progressing tenderness of their relationship make for a really cute and compelling dynamic.

Then the second movie roll around, branch's feelings are comfirmed but there's something wrong. Here's the thing. The progression of their relationship is entirely on branch's side. We never get a hint of what poppy think of branch. It's all about branch and her feelings for her. I know poppy is supposed to be very self-absorbed and it's something she has to learn from but her feelings for branch just seems kind of hollow when she only acknowledge him to dismiss his worries and criticize him. She just has this realization after their fight that doesn't feel earned at all. Poppy reciprocating branch's feelings *doesn't feel earned at all *.

But then, trolls holiday in harmony came out, and this year, trolls band together. We get to see how our trolls behave as a couple.

And it's so

Fucking

Cute

They bounce off each other like before but in a much more softer way. Branch gently calm down poppy when she's over ecstatic. Branch's realism balance out poppy's optimism. Even with poppy's mind going all over the place, she pay attention to branch and you have the feeling that she's helping him through trauma and gaining self esteem. Poppy prioritize branch feelings and branch adore poppy for her energy and infectious happiness. It feels like a natural progression of their first movie self, with a much softer branch.

Speaking of branch, I think that's the reason why their dynamic in the second movie was so off. Branch wasn't the sarcastic grump anymore and the writers struggled to find their dynamic. Well, I think they nailed it now. He isn't the grump to her sunshine anymore, he's the calm romantic to her hyperactive affection.

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strawb3rrystar · 9 months

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Nicknames, the cheesy couple thing

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, 1610! Miles M, 42! Miles M, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhnakar x Reader

Warnings: Fem-coded nicknames

Word count: 300

Peter B. Parker

Yall' would have matching nicknames. Like royalty-type nicknames, or he'd call you suger.

"Suger, can you grab me a pen?" Your husband asks, looking up from his work. You grab a pen from the pen cup beside you, tossing it to him.

1610! Miles Morales

He calls you the cheesiest nicknames he can come up with, but they're adorable because it's Miles.

"Sunshine?" No response, "Sweetheart?" Again, nothing, "Darling?" You glance up at him this time. "There ya are, thought you died on me for a second" He gives you a cheeky grin.

42! Miles Morales

I feel he's the opposite of the other Miles. So, he's probably much more flirty.

"Mamí, why are you ignoring me?" He wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you from behind. "You're being annoying, Miles." He kisses the top of your head."No, I'm not. You're imagining it." You roll your eyes."Mhm, sure, totally"

Gwen Stacy

She'd probably call you by your name but shortened, or something incredibly stupid and goofy.

"Hey (Name)?" Gwen spoke as she walked into the room "Yes, sugarplum?" You respond. "Sugarplum?" She looks up from her phone "That's new, but... it's cute, I like it."

Miguel O'Hara

He 100% calls you princess. You hear Miguel say princess and you're running across the entire HQ to get to him.

"Princess," Your head imminently shoots up, stopping you from your work. "Yes, Miguel?" You put your pen on your desk, slowly standing up. "Come here, I want you to have a look at this."

Hobie Brown

Mans just calls you by your name, idk what you want me to say....

"Come on (Name), don't give me that look." You pout even more. "Why don't you have a cute nickname for me, love?" He shrugs. "I jus' don't, man. Wha'? Do you want me to call you darling, or some shit?"

Pavitr Prabhnakar

He literally only calls you baby or, like teddy bear.

"Hey, baby! How was your day?" He gives your cheek a tender kiss. "Fine, fine. Probably not as exciting as your job" You yawn, setting your bag on the table. "Nonsense. But... you do seem kinda tired. Do you want to cuddle and relax, baby?" He smiles, tilting his head a little. "I would love that, Pav." You reply with a content smile on your face.

Star's notes -> I want to see the movie again :[

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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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Grumpy Kitty, Soft Kitty

((Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader))

A/N: Two Miggy and Sunny fics in one day?! I’m on a role lol. This one wasn’t requested, but the discord gave me a huge inspiration for this so I had to write it. I still haven’t seen the movie lol.

A/N: This takes place before ‘To Love and Hold’, this can kinda serve as an explaination as to why Sunny wants a cat. This is a short little fanfic, but if you wanna see more, check out the Masterlist, and feel free to join the discord, the inspiration for this oneshot.

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, No use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname not their name/ not an OC)), Grumpy Cat x Sweet Kitty, The young spider team messing with shit, and Miles being attacked.

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It was meant to be a harmless prank.

After the events of Miles being chased down by Miguel and the anomaly was fixed, Pavitr thought it would be hilarious to use one of his villains’ gadgets to mess with Miguel as payback.

Hobie and Gwen agreed without second thought while Miles hesitated a bit. The trauma from being attacked for trying to do what was right was still fresh in his mind, so imagining what would happen if he messed with Miguel was absolutely mortifying.

Hobie decided to take one for the team and initiated the plan. It was suppose to be real simple. Turn Miguel into a harmless cat for a while and change him right back. Nothing too physically painful and with four spidermen against one cat, the consequences shouldn’t be too bad, right?

They were so wrong.

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“So how’s things going with Miguel?” Jessica asks with a teasing smile. “Finally convinced him to let you move in?”

The small spider blushes as Peter laughs at the women. She mumbles under her breath, “No, Miggy says that he has to make sure me leaving the Headquarters won’t alter with the canon…”

Peter tuts as the three enter through the portal and back to The Lobby as he muses, “That sounds like someone is afraid of commitment.”

“I-I don’t think he’s-!” The trio is interrupted by a bright yellow Ai appearing before them looking like she just had the best laugh of her life. Her virtual hair was a mess while she was wiping her nonexistent tears away with a breath of relief.

“You guys. You literally need to come to the Survaliance room.” She urges with a giggle emerging. “The greatest thing is happening right now.”

Jessica and Peter look at the Ai suspiciously as the small spider tilts her head in confusion.

“What is it?” The ball of sunshine asks before a look of concern flashes over her face. “Is Miguel alright?”

“He’s certainly not.” The Ai screeches in laughter as a distinct yell can be heard. A flash of black and red runs by them as a ball of dark brown fur follows behind. The sound of Miles pleaing for help while an array of hisses and growls follows causes the small spider to swing after them.

“Hey!” She yells as she uses her web to catch the raging ball of fur, only to realize what it was.

A large Maine Coone cat with a deep rich brown coat ruffles under the sticky web as his nearly red eyes focus on Miles in rage. His little growls as he tries to wrangle free from the web come to a halt when an excited squeal cuts him off.

“IT’S KITTY!!” The cat looks up in fright as his huge frame is lift up into the familiar warm arms of the cheert SpiderWoman.

The woman’s own frame was barely bigger than the long frame of the cat as she coos at the now sedated feline. Instead of reacting violent like he was meet minutes ago, he begins to purr as her nails run through fur.

Jessica and Peter look at Miles as he slowly approaches the woman with a cautionary eye as he mumbles. “I’m so sorry, Mr. O’Hara, I didn’t mean to-!”

A low growl comes from the cat as his large tail ruffles up again at the teenager. Peter breaks into laughter as he realizes what happened as Jessica looks horrified. Sunny’s smile brightens even more as she realizes the truth of why this adorable ball of anger reminded her so much of someone.

Miguel O’Hara was turned into a cat.

“Miggy~!” She coos at the cat as she scratches under his chin. “You’re such a handsome Gatito!” She kisses his furry head as he head butts her mouth affectionately. His purrs now out loud as he enjoys being pampered after all the stress he had just went through.

Hobie and Pavitr swing on down with a guilty look on their face as Gwen follows, holding a broken device. Jessica crosses her arms as she glares at each one of the kids.

“Talk. now.” She demands as Peter continues to laugh his ass off.

“Well…” Gwen starts. “We thought that since Miguel went kinda hard on Miles during that whole canon event mess, we decided to play a harmless prank…”

“Harmless?” Jessica quirks an eyebrow as her dark eyes narrow.

Hobie even starts the sweat a little as he stutters. “We were gonna turn him right back after a couple of pictures. Then he went all mad and he jumped us.”

Pavitr gets defensive as he grabs the device from Gwen and waves it around as he emphasizes his point. “And he broke the device! Now how am I gonna explain to Gayatri why get dad’s evidence is-!”

His thumb brushes against a button as the shattered gadget lights up and shoots a beam right at the cooing woman on the ground.

To everyone’s horror, the woman disappears in a flash of smoke, leaving only the now enraged Miguel and a small rag doll cat who was meowing.

The smaller feline meows as she looks around her before the larger Maine coone growls as he glares at Pavitr.

The device was now a melted piece of goo as the teenager’s fate was now sealed.

“Lyla…” Pavitr backs away slowly as an angry cat approaches him. “Can you fix this?…”

“I can.” Lyla admits as she tries not to laugh at the gentle cat waltzes over to Jessica and flop on her back, exposing her stomach for belly rubs. “But it’s gonna take a couple of hours.”

With that, Pavitr books it as the large feline chases him. Jessica laughs as she picks up the small mewling cat and rubs her fur, “When are these two ever gonna catch a break?”

Peter scratches Sunny’s ear as she purs. “Probably never.” He chuckles.

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Hours later, Lyla finally manages to recreate the device as the exhausted teens lay on the floor. Each one covered in scratch marks from either trying to escape Miguel or from trying to interact with Sunny.

Lyla laughs as the hero’s groan. “It’s finished. You guys act like cat sitting is hard or something.” She teases as she approaches the couch where the two cats were asleep curled around each other, exhausted from their wild day as cats. A symphony of purrs fill the room as smaller crème colored cat was surrounded by the larger chocolate colored cat. The AI fires the device at the pair and smiles when the sleeping couple returns to normal. However, the purring unexpectedly continued as the sleeping woman snuggles deeper into the rumbling chest of her lover.

Lyla definitely had something to hold over Miguel’s head now.

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cupid-styles · 8 months

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honey dove*

Harry has finally made Daisy his sunshine girl, but not everything is as sweet as can be.

70s!harry and virgin!fmc | Content warnings: outdated views on the LGBTQ+ community (including a coming out scene), drugs, a smidge of angst that's quickly resolved, smut! (losing virginity, dirty talk)

Word count: 6.3k

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Daisy is ready to lose her virginity.

It just so happens that everything around her went to shit last week, so the odds of it happening anytime soon are pretty much slim to none. And she's frustrated.

She knows she's being selfish, but can you blame her? She's officially going steady with the guy of her dreams, the one she's been drooling over for years, assuming she had zero chance with him since 1973.

She's so happy — she adores Harry and it seems like the feeling's mutual if his constant kisses and compliments are anything to go off of. Two days ago, on Daisy's day off from the record store, he popped by her apartment with a bouquet of sunflowers (her favorites) before he headed into work. She wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but she had to settle for a few dopey, lovesick kisses in an effort not to make him late.

And although it's been a week since Harry asked if she would be his girl (she's still swooning over it), it's also been a week since Willow spoke to either of them.

If Daisy hadn't seen what she did at the party, she would be more confused about why Willow seemed to be hiding out from them. She feels guilty that Harry is all but ripping his hair out every day, assuming she's giving them the cold shoulder because of their newfound relationship, but Daisy refuses to reveal such an impactful secret to him. She knows it's not her place so instead, every time her and Harry hang out, she tries her best to comfort or distract him.

On Monday night, they hit the drive-in movie theater to see A Star Is Born. It's usually the type of place that you go to makeout or having messy car sex, but Harry stayed slumped in the drivers seat the whole night, picking at the bag of popcorn he bought Daisy.

On Tuesday, Daisy made them dinner at her apartment and they watched a few episodes of Charlie's Angels. Harry curled up in her lap while she played with his hair, eventually falling asleep there. The following morning, she woke up to a kiss planted on her cheek and a promise to call her later tonight.

Daisy worked the closing shift on Thursday night so he met her at Sam's to walk her home. She offered for him to stay over, but he seemed eager to go home, giving a short explanation that he hadn't seen Willow in two days and was worried about her. Daisy understood that — how could she not? — but she also couldn't hide the disappointment on her face (hence Friday morning's flowers).

Daisy wakes up curled against Harry's back on Saturday morning. Rays of sunshine are streaming through his windows, basking the room is a warm glow. It's something she's always loved about San Diego after living in a near constant forecast of rain in Seattle for the first 18 years of her life.

She can feel Harry breathing, his back expanding in steady puffs of air. She wraps her form around him even tighter, wishing he could stay as peaceful as he is right now. The second he blinks his eyes open, though, she knows he'll feel Willow's absence in the apartment, and his chest will constrict with anxiety before 9 am.

Sighing, Daisy presses a chaste kiss to the shell of his ear. She contemplates slipping out to get them breakfast from Harry's favorite dinner two streets over — surely that'll be a nice thing to wake up to, and then maybe they can lounge around his room all day, ducking out onto the fire escape to share joints while they trade between disco and rock albums.

She thinks it's a nice way to spend a bright September day, and so she slowly begins to peel her body away from his, careful in ensuring she doesn't wake him up. After Harry's confession about loving when she wears his things, she chooses to keep his Fleetwood Mac shirt on and pulls on the pair of shorts she wore last night. Quietly, she tiptoes out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. As she's sliding her Keds on, her head snaps up when she hears the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. At another point in time, Daisy loved hearing it, knowing that Willow was on the other side. Today, her stomach bubbles in anxiety for the very same reason.

Sure enough, an exhausted looking Willow appears, slamming the door shut once she's kicked her sandals off. She snorts when she sees Daisy standing there still as a statue and brushes past her in the direction of the kitchen.

"Hey," Daisy attempts to greet, following her. "What's up? I haven't seen you in ages."

Willow shrugs her shoulders as she grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, turning to rinse it off in the sink, "Not much. You?"

She tries not to cower at the aggressive tone Willow's using, instead pushing forward. She's determined to get things back to how they used to be — she wasn't willing to lose Willow or Harry, and it hurt her to see them both in pain.

"Nothing really," Daisy replies, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "Um, Harry has been really worried about you, Will. We both have... where have you been?"

Willow rolls her eyes and bites the apple, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a bored expression on her face.

"You two are so far up each other's asses it's actually sick."

A pang of pain rushes through Daisy's body, her knees wobbling slightly at Willow's harsh words.

"That's not fair. I'm sorry if you're not happy we're dating, but we really like each other and we don't want things to change—"

"I don't give a hoot if you two are going steady, Daisy. What I care about is my brother thinking he's so much better than me because he's dating someone. He's always talking crap about no one wanting me and it's just not true, alright? Just butt out!"

"Willow, I saw you last weekend." Daisy says, her lips pressed together in a tight line. "With that girl. Reina, right? I saw you guys kissing."

Willow's eyes immediately widen but she backtracks nearly instantly, shaking her head. "You're out of your mind. You were probably too spaced out and thought you saw something you didn't."

"I wasn't. I got up at like 3 am to go get some water and I saw you two leaving your room. I watched her kiss you before she left," Daisy explains as she nervously wrings her hands out behind her, "Willow, I don't care what your sexuality is or who you're dating, I just want you to be happy—"

"You told Harry, then?" She asks with a stoic face.

"What?"

"You told him. He's your boyfriend and you told him and that's why he hasn't talked to me all week."

"Willow— I... no, of course not," Daisy shakes her head, "No, I didn't tell him. Honest. I kept it to myself... I don't think that's the kind of thing he should hear from me. He's been worried sick about you and hasn't been himself. He's desperate to talk to you."

With furrowed eyebrows, Willow chews slowly. "I've been... avoiding you both. I saw you that night. I knew you saw and I just assumed you went straight to him. I figured... it's kinda like you two against me now, y'know?"

Daisy immediately shakes her head, her heart cracking slightly at the thought that she would ever abandon Willow. She's been her rock since they met in the restaurant all those years ago, long before Harry came into the picture.

"It'll never be like that," Daisy says at she steps closer to the brunette, "He has no idea, but he's so worried, Will. He's still sleeping if you wanna talk to him one-on-one..."

Willow presses her lips into her mouth, a look of discomfort taking over her features.

"Or we can go get breakfast if you haven't eaten yet! There's no rush to tell him anything. I won't say anything. I promise."

She smiles gratefully and nods, straightening her posture. "I'll tell him today. Can we just get some flapjacks first?"

Aside from agreeing to be Harry's girl, it's the easiest yes Daisy has ever said.

. . .

When Harry wakes up, it's to the sound of giggling girls in the apartment.

He instantly recognizes the voices — they belong to his girlfriend and his sister, but he hasn't heard them chorused together in weeks. It's an immediate relief, like warm sunshine washing over his body. It means that Willow's home and maybe, just maybe, she's made up with Daisy, making him one step closer to having his little sister back in his life.

Harry fumbles as he climbs out of bed, eager to see Willow after days away from home. He pulls on a pair of pants over his briefs and ambles out of his room, past the kitchen and to the living room. Their conversation pauses and Daisy flashes him a small but hopeful smile.

"Hey," he greets, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his corduroy trousers, "You're home."

Willow nods, smiling tightly. "Yeah. Ran into Daisy this morning when I got back and we talked a little."

"Yeah?" Harry asks, eyes darting between the two girls.

"Yeah," Willow echoes, "Um, I actually... I want to talk to you too, if that's alright."

"For sure, anything you need, Will," Harry replies, a bit over-enthusiastically. Daisy nods in encouragement and stands from the couch, motioning for him to take her spot.

"Do you want me here?" Daisy asks, ever so polite. Harry smiles to himself at the question and Willow nods quickly, biting her lip. She takes a seat on the navy blue shag rug, tugging her legs underneath her body.

Willow takes a deep breath and Harry's quiet, prepared to hear whatever she wants to tell him.

"Before I say this... I just want you to know that I get it if you don't approve or if you don't want to be in my life anymore. It's been really hard for me to come to terms with and I don't think I would be telling you if Daisy hadn't caught on... not because I don't trust you, but it's just... difficult, y'know?"

"Okay," Harry nods, reaching out to gently squeeze her knee, "You know I'll never judge you, Will, you're my baby sister."

"You haven't heard what I have to say yet, though."

"Are you part of the Manson Family?"

"No."

"Then there's nothing you could say that will make me love you any less."

Willow lets out a forced chuckle and sighs, closing her eyes. "Harry, I'm gay."

"Okay."

Her eyes widen, darting between Harry and Daisy for context.

"Okay?" she repeats, a confused look on her face.

"Yeah, okay," he shrugs. "I told you, there's nothing you could tell me that will make me love you any less. I don't care who you're attracted to as long as you're happy, Will. If that's a chick, then that's far out."

"You... you're not mad?"

"Course not," Harry shakes his head. "How could I be?"

"I dunno... I just thought..."

"We love you no matter what." Daisy cuts in with a small smile.

"So you won't care if I jive with girls at the disco?"

Harry chuckles, "As long as you don't complain every time I kiss Daisy."

"I can't promise that."

. . .

Willow's ecstatic that things finally feel normal again so naturally, she suggests the only thing she ever wants to do when she's celebrating something: go to the disco.

It takes a ridiculous amount of time for them to decide on a place to go — Willow wants to hit Inferno, while Harry is pushing Studio 90 because, according to him, the music is better. (Daisy and Willow know that's just code for, "they don't play that disco.")

In between calling Warren and Reina up to invite them out, Studio 90 is vetoed and Inferno is officially decided as the place to go. Harry pretends to be annoyed by this, but in reality, he feels twinges of excitement bubble in his belly, knowing that this is his first night out with Daisy with her officially being his.

And, if he's being honest, the only thing he can think about is finally sinking into her pussy after weeks of grinding and oral.

If they weren't so set on going out, he'd suggest heading back to Daisy's so he can spend an obscene amount of time between her thighs and fuck her into her mattress. But he can see how happy she is, and he doesn't want to ditch Willow, so he stays quiet. He smiles to himself as the girls rush around the apartment getting ready; Daisy borrowing a pink metallic mini dress with bell sleeves and matching knee-high boots. She's swiping glitter over her lids, leaning over the sink in the bathroom when Harry walks in, shutting the door behind him. She jumps when his hands make contact with her hips, giving them a small squeeze.

"You scared me." She pouts, directing her attention towards him in the mirror. He smirks and moves her long hair to the side, pressing a light kiss to the crook of her neck.

"Sorry," he mumbles against her skin, "You just look so precious running around in this cute little outfit. It's killing me not to just take you back to yours."

"What d'ya mean?" Daisy mutters out, occupied with fixing the fallen glitter on her eyelashes.

"I mean," Harry nips at her neck, moving up to the shell of her ear, "I'm dying to fuck you, Daisy. And if we weren't going out tonight, you would already be getting my cock like you've been begging for for the past two weeks."

Daisy's lips part at his words, dropping the eyeshadow brush in the sink. It clatters against the porcelain and she lets out an oh, turning to face him. He presses her flush up against it, searching for any inkling of discomfort. There isn't any.

"You... you wanna do it?"

He nods, leaning down slightly so they're eye level. "Of course I do, sunshine."

"Tonight?"

"Well, we're kind of busy tonight," Harry chuckles at her eagerness, intertwining their fingers together at her side. "But... maybe if you have some self-control... don't get too drunk and avoid any of that powder you like... maybe tonight."

Daisy pouts. "How am I supposed to have fun, then? Everyone around me will be skiing the slopes and totally spaced out."

"Not me," Harry replies easily, "I'll stay sober, too. If this is what you want, that is."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"You're not twisting my arm?"

"Why would I do that, sunshine?" Harry asks, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, "I know we have fun together, but it's very important to me that we're fully present and sober for your first time. I want this to be special for you and I don't want anything to mess it up."

She nods her head, looking up at him with wide eyes. She looks nervous, but he can't blame her for that. Everyone puts so much pressure on losing your virginity. She knows she's been eager to do it for awhile now, but that doesn't erase the anxiety from it.

"Okay," Daisy says, breathing out, "Yeah, okay. We'll do it when we get back to my place tonight?"

"Sure, sunflower. You're allowed to change your mind at any point though, you dig?"

"Anytime?"

"Of course," Harry nods, his heart breaking slightly at her naivety, "Hasn't anyone taught you about consent, lovebug?"

Daisy shakes her head, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Alright, I'll give you a quick crash course so you're not worrying yourself to death all night. Even if you've already agreed to have sex with someone, you can say 'no' at any point and they are supposed to stop what they're doing. It doesn't matter what you're doing, where, or who it's with — no means no, Daisy. It works both ways, not just for girls, alright? That means that we don't have to do anything tonight, or if we start and you get uncomfortable, you can say no and that's it. You understand, dove?"

"What about... if, like, you're already inside of me? Wouldn't it... hurt you not to cum?"

"No, sweetheart. If you're uncomfortable, that's the number one concern. It doesn't matter. Anyone that tells you that is lying, okay?"

She nods slowly, allowing the words to sink in. "Okay. I think I get it."

Harry smiles gently and reaches up to gently stroke her cheek. "Sweetest girl. I can't wait to have fun with you tonight."

. . .

"More than a woman! More than a woman to meeee!"

Daisy cackles as Willow spins Reina on the dance floor. The Bee Gees are blasting courtesy of the DJ, colorful lights are flashing, and reflective shimmers from the disco ball above strobe across Daisy's sparkly dress. She leans back against Harry, who has a protective hand on her hip. He sways them back and forth to the beat, twisting Daisy's body so they're chest to chest. He's met with a grin, Daisy's eyes crinkled as she ducks her head back in a laugh.

"Y'having a good time, sunflower?"

She nods and lifts her hand to play with the curls at the nape of Harry's neck. "Are you?"

"Always with you." He smiles, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"You'll let me know when you're ready to cut out?" Daisy asks, leaning forward so he can hear her over the music.

"Sure. Are you in a hurry to leave?"

She rolls her eyes at his smirk, knowing that their planned end to the night has been on both of their minds since they arrived two hours ago. They're having a great time, enjoying the music and dancing with their friends, but Daisy would be lying if she said her panties weren't saturated with arousal already.

"Yeah, I am," Daisy bites, "I'm ready when you are, actually."

Harry raises his eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

"Remember our little talk about consent?" He asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "You can change your mind at any time, sunshine."

"I know, H." She says, squeezing their hands together.

"Alright then. Let's blow this popsicle stand."

They share a grin as they bid quick goodbyes to their friends. Willow is too occupied with Reina to say anything, and Warren's likely in the bathroom snorting lines off someone's chest. They're giggly as they find their way out of the club, the cool night air immediately rushing over their skin and ridding them of the sticky sweat they shed. Tonight, there's an energy between them that's unlike anything they've ever felt before, electric and fragile, but so exciting.

They don't talk much on the walk. Harry keeps their hands tightly entwined, periodically squeezing to remind her that he's there with her, and he cares so much. He gives her hand squeezes in increments of three, a secret language of adoration. You are safe.

Finally, they approach Daisy's apartment and Harry reaches into the pocket of his dark denim bell bottoms to pull out her house keys. She smiles graciously and unlocks the door, flicking some lights on as she walks through. Harry follows, as comfortable as ever, locking back up and kicking his sneakers off in the process.

She plops down on the couch with a sigh, suddenly feeling how uncomfortable her heeled boots and sequined dress are. Normally, at this point in the night, she's drunk enough not to notice the ache in her feet from dancing all night. She reaches down to pull at the zipper of her borrowed go-go boots until Harry appears above her, a lopsided smile painted over his lips.

"Want them off?" he asks, lowering to his knees.

"Yes, please," Daisy answers, swallowing harshly at the sight. He nods, thumbing the zipper between his fingers, the material slowly peeling away from her calves. She has faint marks below her knees from where they dug into her legs.

"You look so cute in these," Harry mumbles, pulling one off her foot. He switches to the left leg, following the same process as before.

"Do you like them on me?" She peeps out, looking down at him between her eyelashes.

"Love them on you," he mutters, her legs now free from the confides of the leather. He places his hands on her knees and slowly slides them up to the tops of her thighs. "Think I may ask you to keep them on for me one night. Be my own personal dancer, hm?"

Daisy shutters at the image, nodding as his hands meet the creases of her thighs, just below where her panties end.

"Can I take this off you too, dove?" Harry asks softly, giving her thigh a small squeeze.

"Mhm."

He smiles gently and lifts her bum up slightly, just enough to move the metallic fabric up her body. She holds her arms up as he rids her of her dress, leaving her in her usual undergarments; a cotton white bra and matching underwear.

"I would've gone shopping and tried to find something sexier if I'd known..." she breathes out, feeling self-conscious of her appearance. Harry's quick to shake his head, taking her chin in his palm.

"You look so beautiful," he says, making her face warm. "I don't want you to ever feel like you have to be something you're not."

Daisy nods as her heart constricts at his words. She's never felt so taken care of before, and not just in the physical sense. There isn't a single doubt going through her brain, especially when his large hands take ahold of her sides, pressing small kisses along her neck and down to her chest.

"Just wanna worship you tonight," Harry mumbles against her skin, sliding her bra straps down her shoulders. "Make you feel so good you can't even remember your own fuckin' name."

She whimpers at his words, her hands finding their way into Harry's curls. His lips latch onto her nipple before she can even realize he's made his way to her breasts; sucking, licking, and lightly nipping until she arches her back, leaning into his touch. He switches between each one, leaving them each swollen and hard with his spit.

"What do you need, Dais?" he asks, never ending his assault on her skin. He kisses down her stomach and over the waistband of her underwear, leaning her back against the couch. He knows that she's already so overwhelmed by his touch and it seems like some kind of cruel joke to ask her questions she can't answer.

"Tell me or you get nothing." Harry mutters, cupping her pussy with his warm hand. She gasps at the sudden sensation, her hole clenching around nothing.

"You," Daisy whimpers out, fluttering her eyes to find him between her thighs, his gaze set on the modesty between her legs. "D-don't care— just need you, H, please."

"Do you want my fingers or my tongue?" he presses, squeezing the tender skin beneath his grasp. He can feel her warm arousal underneath the fabric, knowing that she's been steadily dripping since they left his place hours ago.

"I don't know!" Daisy whines, bucking her hips up. Harry clicks his tongue and looks up at her, pouting his lip out as he takes in the desperate expression on her face.

"Poor baby," he murmurs, pressing her cheek to his other palm, "You're just dying for it, yeah? Told you I was gonna fuck your sweet peach forever ago and it's all you've been able to think about. I'm sorry, sunshine."

She sniffs and nods, blinking away the glossy look in her eyes. "Couldn't stop thinking about it at the disco. I was trying to focus on having a good time but I just wanted to go home with you all night."

"Okay, okay," Harry nods, hooking his fingers underneath her wet panties and pulling them down her legs, "I have to stretch you out before we do anything else, alright?"

"But—"

"But nothing, lovebug. Told you I was gonna take care of you and it'll hurt too much if I put my cock in this tight little pussy now."

Daisy nods and Harry smiles gently, pecking her lips. Wandering hands part her thighs, allowing him to comfortably fit between them as he slowly pushes his pointer finger inside, curling upwards to stroke the spongy spot that always makes her squirm. She's used to taking two of his fingers at most, but Harry plans to push her to three before he does anything. He knows he's relatively well-endowed and he's nervous about hurting her.

Her drippy hole welcomes his two fingers, wet and warm. He uses his thumb to rub right circles into her clit until she's rutting against him, grinding down onto his hand. He can tell that she's getting close by the way her moans have gotten louder and breathier.

"F-fuck, Harry," she whimpers, her muscles contracting at the orgasm rapidly approaching, "I'm gonna cum."

Harry nods and doubles down on his efforts. He wants at least one orgasm out of her so she's wet and swollen. When he glances down at the way her pussy is swallowing his fingers, he groans, suppressing the urge to lick up the arousal seeping from her hole.

"Cum for me, baby. Not gonna give you my cock until you cum all over my fingers," he instructs, her pussy squeezing him tight. She cums with a gasp, curses tumbling from her lips as he works her through it, until the only sound in the room is squelching fingers curling into her.

"Please," Daisy begs, moving her hands to her tits and squeezing them, "I want you. I'm ready."

Harry shakes his head, withdrawing his fingers from her messy hole. He's painfully hard in his jeans now, the rough fabric constricting his cock.

"Need you to take one more of my fingers, dove. Can you do that? Take three of them?"

"How many was that?" Daisy pants out, stilling in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Two," he answers, unbuckling his pants for a semblance of relief. "Just one more, and then I'll give you my cock."

Daisy nods and reaches forward, cringing slightly at the wetness between her thighs. She tugs at his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it to the side.

"Greedy girl," Harry teases, making Daisy roll her eyes. "Gonna start again, alright? You don't have to cum if it's too much."

"Okay," she mumbles, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Still comfortable? Still okay with all of this?"

"Mhm. Are you?"

He smiles and nods, pressing a chaste kiss to her sweaty forehead. "Course. It's a dream come true, Daisy."

She's occupied by his closeness when he pushes two of his fingers back in, working her open just a little bit more. It's not uncomfortable by any means, but this is usually the point where Harry stops — if he's keen on giving her multiple orgasms, he'll switch between his fingers and mouth or having her grind on his thigh. He's never fingered her this much before and she can already feel the soreness seeping in. She chooses not to mention it though, knowing that if she says anything he'll want to stop.

When two fingers aren't as much of a squeeze anymore, he removes his hand and glances up to gauge Daisy's reaction. Her eyes are glazed over and fucked out with messy hair and sweaty skin.

"I'm gonna put a third in now," Harry murmurs, massaging the insides of her thighs, "Tell me if it's too much, okay?"

"Okay," Daisy breathes, nodding her head and leaning back against the couch cushion, as if she's bracing herself. He encourages her to relax her muscles by continuing his gentle massaging over her legs and up to her pussy, pressing circles into her swollen clit. Slowly, he uses his other hand and curls three fingers into her, watching her intently. It's a tight fit — he knows that without looking at her, and he can barely move with such limited space.

"Relax, baby," he mumbles, continuing to form loops around her sensitive pearl.

"I'm trying," Daisy says softly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I'm gonna try to work them in a bit but tell me if it's too much."

She nods her head and he begins to move just the tiniest bit, pumping in and out. Gradually, her pussy starts to accommodate the space of his fingers and her body relaxes ever so slightly.

"Does it feel alright, sunshine?" Harry asks as he presses light kisses to the inside of her leg.

"Yeah," Daisy sighs, swallowing harshly, "F-feels full."

"Good full?"

"Mhm," she answers, bucking her hips to meet his movements, "Really good."

"Atta girl," Harry smirks, kissing up to the crease of her thigh, "Knew you could take it."

"Wanna take you, H." Daisy whines, biting down on her bottom lip.

"You feel ready, dovie?"

If Harry's being honest, he's nearly ready to burst in his underwear from this visual alone. Watching Daisy's pussy slowly open and swallow up his fingers was something he could only dream of. The thought of finally sinking his cock into her warm, wet hole has him trembling, constantly reminding himself that he has to take it slow with his sunshine girl.

Harry removes his fingers from her pussy, leaning down to press fluttering licks over her clit. She squeals out from the sensitivity and he chuckles at her reaction.

"Lemme just grab a rubber." He mutters, standing from his knees and digging into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving his wallet. He pulls a condom from the inside pocket and tugs his briefs down, his cock slapping up against his lower stomach. He pumps it a few times, resisting the urge to groan out loud as pre-cum blurts from the tip.

"Lay down for me," Harry instructs gently, rolling the condom on. Daisy nods and leans back against the length of the couch, fixing a pillow to support her neck. Slowly, he climbs over her body, pressing haphazard kisses along her soft skin. "Remember what I taught you about consent?"

"I know, honey," Daisy giggles. The pet name makes his heart jump, smirking as he finally makes his journey up to her lips, kissing them firmly.

With Daisy's legs parted and bent, Harry wiggles between them, steadily stroking himself.

"You're so wet," he mutters, trailing a fingertip down her center and collecting some of her wetness. He rubs it onto his condom-covered cock, groaning at the feel of lubricated passes.

"Yeah, 'cos I want you," Daisy grumbles half heartedly, making Harry chuckle.

"Impatient, greedy girl," he murmurs, nudging his knees up so they're flesh against the backs of her thighs, "Gonna start pushing in, baby."

She rolls her lips into her mouth and nods. Double-checking to ensure she's ready, Harry grabs one of her hands and intertwines their fingers together, giving it a small squeeze. Slowly, he guides his tip to her entrance, breathing out a heavy sigh at the warmth radiating her pussy. He pushes in ever so lightly, popping through her walls, eliciting a gasp from Daisy.

"Y'alright?" He asks, stilling his hips.

"Feels different than your fingers." She immediately admits and he nods understandingly.

"I know. That was just the tip. Do you need to stop?"

Daisy shakes her head, "No. Keep going, I can do it."

He inches himself forward, biting his lip harshly at her tightness. It's taking everything in him to maintain his slow pace, knowing he needs to be gentle with Daisy, but god, she was just so wet and warm.

Harry eventually gets about halfway through when Daisy simply nods, her eyes watery.

"It hurts but I can do it," she says, "Just go all the way, please."

"Don't rush it, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you. Just keep breathing and try to relax your muscles as best you can."

It's difficult for Daisy to follow his advice when her body is trying to reject the intrusion. She swears it's been at least 30 minutes of him pushing forward inch by inch, though she knows it's realistically probably only been around 10. Finally, she does start to get accustomed to the feeling, her tense body beginning to relax enough for him to continue pushing.

"This is the last bit," Harry murmurs, a wave of relief coming over Daisy. It's... weird and uncomfortable, a dull pain throbbing as her muscles stretch to accommodate Harry's endowment. She knows it has to get better than this, though — otherwise, why were people so obsessed with having sex?

With his balls flush against her bum, Harry groans, his cock pulsing inside of her. "You feel... s-so fuckin' good, Dais," he nearly slurs out, making her blush. She can't say the exact same about him right now, but she's glad that he's at least receiving pleasure.

"Let me know when it's okay to move?"

Daisy nods and Harry notices the tense tick in her jaw. He swallows and trails his fingertips along her cheek, leaning forward to smear their lips together. It's messy but that's mainly his own fault — he's trying his best to distract Daisy from the discomfort, but it's a selfish act, too, so he doesn't accidentally buck up into her when she's not ready.

With their foreheads pressed against each other and quiet pants filling the air, Harry brings two of his fingers to his mouth, spits on them, and lowers them down to her clit. She moans softly at the sensation of tight circles pressed into the skin.

"T-that's good," she stutters, nodding her head, "Y'can move, just keep playing with me like that."

Harry mentally thanks his lucky stars and nods, continuing his assault on her clit as he slowly begins to move his hips. She's squeezing him so tightly and she's not even aware of how good she feels, which only makes him even more turned on. His sweet dove laying underneath him, eyes hazy as she takes his cock for the first time.

He keeps his strokes shallow, not yet wanting to overwhelm her with the pressure of hitting her g-spot. It's taking every inch of self-control he has to keep it slow, but it's worth it for her.

"You look so sweet like this," he mumbles out, spit-swollen lips parted as he watches her, "Just laying here, letting me fuck you and play with your pretty little clit. Is this what you wanted, sunshine? My cock inside of you?"

Daisy nods, biting down on her lip as a moan escapes her throat. "Yes," she whimpers with fluttering eyes. "Feels... so full and good. Love being filled with you."

She isn't lying — she knows girls her age sometimes lay there during sex and zone out because it isn't any good, but Harry worked her up and stretched her out. With his cock steadily pumping inside of her and his fingers looping around her swollen clit, she feels the familiar tightening in her core.

"Can I go a little deeper, baby?"

"Uh-huh— please, deeper, H."

Daisy's not quite sure what that entails until Harry scooches up, grinding their hips together. She gasps when she feels it — he always strokes at that spot all the way at the back of her walls when he's fingering her, but to feel his cock pressing against it in steady pumps is near enough to make her finish on the spot.

Her jaw drops open and they lock eyes; Daisy unable to verbalize how good it feels and Harry simply in awe of how beautiful and blissed out she looks.

"There you go," he encourages, tapping his fingers against her pearly clit, "Gonna cum on my cock? Been dreaming of it, I need to feel you squeeze me."

"S-shit— 'm gonna cum, Harry, please—"

"Not gonna stop, dovie, just give me what I want, yeah? Cum for me, honey."

It hits her like a train, unlike any orgasm Harry's ever given her before. She's a moaning mess as she squirms beneath his body, his fingers and hips never stopping as she clenches down on his cock, her walls contracting in the most delicious way.

"Fuck, there's my girl," Harry groans, feeling her arousal drip from her hole and create a mess between their thighs. "So pretty, sunshine."

As soon as Daisy cums, Harry gives himself permission to do the same. Her full body orgasm is the sexiest sight and it's not long before his hips, flush against her bum, still inside of her, filling up the condom with ropes of warm cum. She's still whimpering at the intensity of her own peak but manages to take in the sight of Harry in complete pleasure with scrunched up eyes and curses falling from his swollen lips.

A few moments later, when they've both come down, Harry swallows and looks down at the girl below him.

"Was that alright?"

"It was amazing," she smiles, her soft features offering an immediate sense of relief, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I feel honored that you let me be your first."

Daisy's stomach flips as he lets out a shallow breath. "Gonna pull out now, 'kay? Might feel a little weird."

It's not the most uncomfortable feeling she's felt tonight, but even if it was, she doesn't think she'd care. She's on cloud nine from finally losing her virginity, but not to just anyone — to Harry, the guy that she still can't believe is her actual boyfriend.

"What are you smiling at?" Harry asks with a smirk as he walks back into the living room after disposing the condom. He pulls his briefs on and leans over Daisy's form, pressing a few kisses to her lips.

"Just happy, honey."

"Yeah?" He chuckles, his body lighting up at glowing grin on her face.

"Mhm."

"Me too. I'm so happy."

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duckchu · 5 months

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Hello, honey! I've been following you for a long time and I adore your works! And I want to make a request! HEARTSTEEL members x Fem!Indie game developer!Reader. Reader has been creating indie games for a long time (such as Undertale and Deltarune), and also writes soundtracks for them (like Toby Fox. I love this genius!). I would also like to create an indie game based on the League of Legends universe (I would choose Targon from the regions, and I would choose Aphelios from the characters that the player would control). But I don't have any programming skills! So I'll have to write interactive fanfic... Thank you very much! You're just a sunshine!💋💋💋💋

Sorry for the long wait (I recognise how long actually named asks sit in my inbox for rather than anon ones, idk why) and thank you for the kind words

I also kinda didn't know how to go about this so every guy has 3 "parts":

You working late

Putting one of their items as cosmetic (kinda changed in Kayn's and K'Sante's part)

And music

Kayn

Thinks you're cool

Enjoys sitting with you late at night while you code

May or may not convince you to sneak a Rhaast easter egg in

Though will often try to distract you if you're not paying enough attention to him

Enjoys bothering you when you compose

He's silly like that

So please, for the sake of your sanity, lock your room

Yone

Doesn't mind your work, but will make you stop if you're pulling all nighters

Might even pick you up and carry you to bed, telling you you need some sleep

One day, while he was watching you play test, noticied one of the items in your game looked suspiciously like his mask

Finds it really cute

Will help you with the music, if you'd like

Loves working with you

Aphelios

You stay up all night working?

Cool, he is too

Unless he notices you're tired

Then he pulls you into his lap and works with one hand while petting your hair with the other

It makes you fall asleep in seconds

Let him play test pleaseee

When you do, he 100% the game in a week

Not because it's easy, but because he's a sweaty try hard

Found you put his mask in the game as a cosmetic

Melted on the spot

Sometimes will give you songs as gifts

So you can put them in the game

Loves hearing them if you decide to use them

Ezreal

He's such a bitch if you overwork yourself

Will try to direct your attention to him at all cost

-Y/N, I'm boreeed -

Please keep on torturing this little shit with lack of attention

He deserves it

But also

If you put his sunglasses as an item, he will love you ten times more

As for the music?

Doesn't really know a lot about composing but loves listening to your pieces

Sett

You're overworking yourself?

No, you're not.

You're sitting on his lap and watching a movie with him

Doesn't care about your protests, you have to take care of yourself

When he first saw your character having his beanie on when you were playing the game, he had to do a double check

Gave you a big hug

He thinks it's really cute

As for the music, he thinks it's really good

You scrap something?

He's gonna use it as background for his totally awesome solo

Don't tell anyone else tho

He'll get embarrassed

K'Sante

He can't force you to rest, but he will insist on it

If you have some important work to do, he won't try to stop you, but will bring you meals and drinks if you want

Will usually chill in your room and design while you work

Speaking of designs... he was surprised when you asked him if you could take a look at his tablet

But he trusts you, so why not

Was shocked when one day he saw you putting one of his designs as a clothing option

Loves it and thinks that it looks good even when pixelated

Although he's not the greatest composer, he will try to help you

It usually turns into fan favourite soundtracks

So you don't mind his suggestions

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 1 year

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Little Things

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: FLUFF!! , Bucky Barnes being adorable, mention of Bucky being insecure (blink and you’ll miss it). Mentions of kisses and hugs, mentions of food and beverages, nicknames.

a/n: this is a mixture of a headcannon - one shot - drabble hehe, just i was feeling stuff and wanted some Bucky Fluff so here I go. hope you all like it 💙 hugs for all.

Life can be boring, monotonous or simply hard at times. A bad day might turn into a bad week where all you want to do is lie on the bed.

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

Bucky Barnes can always sense a shift in your mood, the man can practically read your thoughts you feel sometimes.

Little things like making your favourite hot beverage after a tiring day, always makes you smile.

“Here you go princess.”

So many nicknames so much love and all the little things which make your relationship so wholesome.

Grocery shopping dates are one of your favourites, simple and feels like home. You and Bucky walk in the different aisles, getting through your shopping list. You always buy plums for him which he adores.

“Let’s get chocolate milk too please” Bucky gives you puppy eyes and you can never say no to that.

Coming home to Bucky Barnes is the best feeling in the world. That face, that smile and everything about him which makes you wanna thank your stars to be able to call him your man.

“I have a special day planned for us” That is how you end up in a beautiful park with a picnic basket Bucky prepared. Gestures like these make you feel warm in your heart.

“Thank you Bucky Bear.” You kiss his cheek and he still blushes like the first time you did so.

Friday movie nights followed by Saturday cooking date, your favourite two evenings of the week. You both always try to keep yourselves free for these two evenings.

Cooking with Bucky is so special even if it’s so simple. The two of you swaying with music and cooking dinner, sharing multiple kisses and cuddles in between.

You both end up going to your favourite little cafe quite often. Bucky is opening up to new flavours of coffee, and has taken a liking towards iced coffee. Only when you thought you cannot love him any more.

When Bucky hugs you from the back and pulls you close to his body, you feel protected and so loved. That is your happy space.

The man is your very own bear. You wonder how a man built like that can be so soft and cuddly.

While re-watching a random episode of your favourite show, you snuggle against your bear and play with his hair. He loves it and sometimes closes his eyes to take it all in.

At the beginning of your relationship Bucky took some time to open up, he wasn’t sure of himself and whether he deserved so much love and care.

But now he is thankful that you have broken all those walls, and that you both love each other so much.

Bucky Barnes is the happiest when he is with you. His princess, his doll, his baby girl, his sunshine, the love of his life.

“You’re my home you know that my love?” You ask him while he lies on your lap and you softly run your fingers through your hair.

“I do now, you’re my everything Sunshine, you’re my home too.” He smiles looking up at you and his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. You lean down and meet his lips with yours.

“I love you.”

Little things in life are what you cherish, being with Bucky Barnes is what you cherish every second.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you

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kivino · 6 months

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EVERY TIME, I FALL FOR YOU || KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK X GN!READER

Word count - ~1,1k

Tags/Warnings - Gn!Reader, suggestive, fluff, Kyle is pining for you HARD, idiots in love :)))

Summary - Kyle fell for you hard, but he doesn’t know if it’s mutual.

A/n - just wanted to write something cute as a formal apology to gaz nation for my last fic, there can be no happy ending for that one, but here’s a little treat! i love you, i promise!!! c:

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Kyle knew it from the moment he saw you - you were trouble. And he liked that, really. Sometimes too much, even, judging by how hard his heart fluttered in his chest when he felt your eyes catching his and giving him a passing, mischievous wink, reserved only for the two of you. Kyle is stunned stupid each time you pull something like this, cheeks burning, pupils dilating, and hands digging into the muscle of his thigh inside of the pocket of his jeans. He is fighting demons so he doesn’t grab you right then and there and pull into a warm, tight embrace just to hide his expression in your shoulder.

He wished he was as nonchalant as Ghost is, or as experienced as Price, or as approachable as Soap, but he was just…himself. With all his unresolved feelings and unreciprocated affection bubbling inside of him, only for this piping hot mixture to pour over the edge more often than not.

Kyle didn’t know how you still hadn’t noticed just how much he was falling for you, each second more and more. It felt more like tumbling down flights upon flights of concrete stairs, than gradually descending the pipeline of pure adoration towards you. God, you were so stupid. Both of you were, actually. But at least Kyle was self-aware about it.

He doesn't want to talk about it. Not about the way you make his day better by just existing in the same space as him. Not about the way you’re so stupidly fucking beautiful. Not about your shitty movie taste. And definitely not about the way he wants to pull you into a passionate kiss each time you start ranting about whatever thing you like at the moment.

Kyle didn’t catch the moment when the childish, a bit boyish, and bashful “I like you”s his thoughts would regurgitate when he saw you turned into “I love you”s. And if you were not there to see it, his head would drop right into his hands each time. He wasn’t sure if it was frustration or knowledge that it was just fucking stupid.

He tried his best to repress those things he felt for you. For the sake of you and him both. Oh, how miserably Kyle failed to keep his promises to stop pining for you.

Kyle loved you at your best and your worst, it didn’t matter to him, really. As painful as it was for him to feel you crying into his shoulder at two in the morning, trembling and clinging onto him, swiping hot tears and snot all over his jumper, it was still you. And how can he not love you like this as well? Just like he loves you when he sees your eyes crinkle as you smile at him, sunshine playing in your irises through the dark lenses of your tac eyewear.

When your head inevitably falls on Kyle’s shoulder while you’re coming back from a tiring mission he can feel your soft breathing on his neck. His fingers immediately reach towards your hair, swiping it off your forehead and running his fingers over the shorter parts. If you had been in the field for several days and hadn't had the chance to take a proper shower and wash your hair, he would mutter some snide remarks about Price letting you run wild through rows of chicken coups, barnes and haylofts, while his fingers picked out some debris from your hair. Kyle relishes in your warmth that he can feel even through several layers of clothes separating you. That’s one of the rare times he can enjoy your physical affection without having to explain himself. He’d trade his soul to stay like this with you forever. Kyle can feel his heart jumping out of his chest, head growing woozy with exhaustion and your overwhelming presence. The best type of daze.

This kind of relationship between the two of you was certainly…something. Kyle enjoyed it though. To him it was more than friendship. But god forbid he ever told you that.

Or so he thought.

Kyle decided to invite you to his place for your leave. He was living alone, in a good enough apartment, but it always felt a bit too empty and hollow. Like nobody lived there and no one was there to stay. Lack of any personal items or wall decorations, it only now started to sink in how unappealing it looked, after he briefly saw your place. It gave an impression of being looked after, well-loved even, with all the…stuff you had. When did you have the time to decorate your apartment anyway?..

It didn’t matter though, Kyle was just excited to spend time with you, ignoring the insistent jumps of his heart while he was waiting for you to finally arrive. Obviously you have visited him before, but not for such long periods of time, so naturally, he was nervous. But you were only friends, so why was he even getting so worked up over, essentially, nothing? He knew why. But thinking about it would only make all of it worse, so he preferred to pretend like those feelings were never there.

Kyle contained himself when he saw your beaming smile while he greeted you near the door. He kept it to himself when he observed you throwing together a quick snack for him, motions so fluid and relaxed. And god knows he tried keeping it together when he saw you walk out from the shower, hands ruffling some stray drops of water out of your hair. Of course he looks at you longer than usual. But he hopes you don’t notice.

He doesn’t initiate any physical affection in fear that this particular time it’ll tip him off. Kyle knows he won’t be able to stop himself if it ever comes to it. He doesn’t trust himself to. So when your hand gently cradles his cheek, fingers brushing over slight stubble and lips finally connecting with his, Kyle doesn’t tell you to stop. He only lets out a choked breath, along with a soft “please”.

He doesn’t tell you to stop when your fingers lace with his own. He stays silent and his eyes flutter closed when your lips trail over his jaw, peppering soft kisses over his heated skin. Instead of begging you to stop he only pleads for more, words stinging his throat.

And when Kyle comes to his senses it’s already too late, you’re curled into him on the bed, and exhaustion, as sweet as honey, spreads through his body in pleasant waves. He can feel lovebites stinging the skin of his neck and he shudders when you swipe your hand over fresh scratches on his back.

It’s already too late. But he just might be fine with it. He’s willing to give it a try. Maybe you’ll fall for him as hard as he did for you.

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allimocha · 3 months

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AlliMocha Fancuries FYC Post!

Hi Hello, Pip Pip Cheerio! Fancuries is here once again! And boy do I have something to share this FYC post.

So, I haven’t worked on Bittersweet X Daydream in a hot minute if I'm gonna be honest. A lot of other obligations have been taking time away from my main fanseries sadly. BUT I do have one new thing to show you guys regarding it.

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Hear me out.

A redesign.

I KNoW I know I said no more redesigns, but after having these characters for so long, it's only natural that I'd want to change how they look. Specifically, there is only one character that I've redesigned so far anyway…

Lei Sandiego / Cure Spice

“𝘔𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘺, 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢! 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘦!”

Age: 16 (Second year/Sophomore)

Birthday: September 18th

Height: 5’6”

Ethnicity: Hispanic American

Cure color: Blue and Scarlet

Essence: Charismatic

Often referred to as “The school beauty”, Lei is admired by almost all of her peers. Her amazing charisma, along with her intimidatingly cool and beautiful looks immediately captures everyone’s attention. But despite this, she’s really just a big fashion geek. She prides herself in her impeccable style savvy-ness and studies the latest trends all the time. Lei is also a very confident person, sometimes to the point that it can be overbearing, but she’s never arrogant and always means well. She’s a hopeless romantic and is constantly trying to look for someone who likes her beneath her looks. Although she’s fashion-centric she’s also very athletic, being the co-captain of the girls' volleyball team, and so devotes time to doing both hobbies.

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That's not all, however, because I also have a new series that I've been working on. A crossover series if you will. Based on one of my favorite Disney movies of all time:

Sugar Rush! Precure

A group of girls go to the arcade after school every day to hangout. They excel at most of the consoles there, notably the racing games. One day, Vanelope finds a weird token like she had never seen before, as it was engraved with intricate patterns and a shiny gold. When she attempts to use it in a racing game, it flashes in the machine and floats out as another trinket (henshin item). At that moment, a mysterious person is creating havoc outside the arcade, clearly looking for something. He spots the trinket in Vanelope’s hand, and we all know what happens from here.

Yep! Cures based on the sugar rush racers from Wreck-It Ralph! So far, I only have 2 of their designs, but I'm still completely in love with where this is going. Speaking of which, lets show those two off!

Vanelope Von Schmitt / Cure Sweets

Age: 16

A very confident girl, Vanelope is definetly the ray of sunshine that brightens anyone’s day. She’s very friendly, but is also not afraid to tell it like she sees it. She also has a habit of being overly sarcastic or jokey, which can come off as annoying to others. Not really good at school and overly clumsy, so sometimes covers her negative emotions with jokes or sarcasm. Adores arcades and always states it’s her home away from home.

Tabitha Mathews / Cure Taffy

Age: 16

Very rich and spoiled and it definetly shows. She can be cocky and overbearing at times, but she’s got a good heart. One of the more popular girls in their school, and accells in all her extracurriculars. Due to her father being principal, people have rumored that all her grades were boosted due to nepotism, but that’s not true. She works hard to get where she is, and while vain and sometimes a little rude, she isn’t afraid to help others in need. Goes to the arcade to get away at times.

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So that’s all I’ve been working on so far! I can’t really say I’ve done much with my fanseries over the years, but hopefully you all like what I do have!

Byieeee~!

#art #black artist #precure #precure fanseries #pretty cure fanseries #fancuries fyc #fancure

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Red Carpet

PAIRING | Husband!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | You're attending a movie premiere with Tony and are by far the most beautiful woman there if you ask him. From the beautiful dress to your baby bump, Tony couldn't be prouder to share your love with the world. When he goes down on his knees before you in the middle of the red carpet, he will officially make it one to never forget, and you will fall even more in love with your husband.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (My Love, Sunshine)

A/N | This is a surprise and gift for my bestest and dearest friend and biggest supporter @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, quero começar dizendo o quanto sou grato por ter você em minha vida. Você se tornou uma grande parte disso e sou muito grato por você! Assim que você me pediu para usar esta foto do nosso homem, obviamente não pude recusar, e espero que você goste de babar nele enquanto lê minha história. Obrigado por estar na minha vida, e eu te amo 3000 💙

A/N | This is not proofread, so any and all mistakes are my own.

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandombingo | Caught on Camera Masterlist | @slumberpartybingo | Would you rather... Rain OR Sun

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

"What do you think, My Love? Are we going for red or yellow today?" you ask Tony as you're standing in the middle of your walk-in closet, looking at your two dress options. He's wearing a black suit with a floral shirt, and both possibilities match perfectly, but you're feeling indecisive.

"Hmm, how about the red dress? You know I adore it when you wear the color of passion," Tony says as he stands behind you, his arms wrapping gently around your waist to find their home on your round belly. You're currently 7,5 months pregnant, carrying your second boy and third child overall.

"I like the way you think," you tell him as you melt into his touch. His warm body always feels so comfortable, and when he's holding you like this, it's so intimate in the best way possible. When you're about to say something, you can hear the pitter-patter of feet into your closet, notifying you that one of your other Munchkins is there.

"Are you going with the red dress, Mommy? It's my favorite color!" your daughter Orion says as she joins you and Tony in your cuddle, but she's on your side.

"Yes, Babygirl, I'm going to wear the red dress tonight," you tell her, basking in the love your husband and daughter are giving you. When you're about to ask where Hudson is, he comes in, too, joining the bundle of hugs. Your family now surrounds you, and you couldn't be happier as the butterflies in your chest go wild.

"As much as I love every single one of your hugs, I still need to get dressed for tonight," you tell all three of them with a chuckle, and they all let you go so you can get ready to go to the premiere for a movie in which Tony is playing the main character.

It takes a little while to be fully dressed and ready to go to the premiere, and you're excited to show everyone the finished outfit. Your hair is in a beautiful bun with a few pieces framing your face, and your make-up is light to keep the main focus on your dress - and, of course, your belly.

As you walk into the kitchen, you find Tony talking to Maria, who has happily agreed to watch the twins tonight. As you walk in, you feel like you're floating, which only intensifies when you see Tony's expression. His jaw is almost on the floor as he looks at you while being rendered completely speechless.

The red fabric hugs all your curves beautifully, and the off-shoulder look combined with the low neckline ensures every inch of your upper chest tattoos is displayed. Right above your right collarbone is one of the ones you're most proud of: Tony's name written in his handwriting.

"You look stunning, Sunshine," Tony whispers as he walks over to you. His mom is long forgotten as he only has eyes for you. The smile on your face hasn't been this big in a while, and your husband once again manages to make you feel like you're the center of the universe - which, in his defense, you are to him.

"You look amazing too, Tony and tonight is all about you, so I hope my outfit won't take too much attention away from you." You have never been one to enjoy the spotlight particularly, but sometimes, during nights like this, you make an exception and go with Tony to celebrate him and his achievements.

His deep, dark brown eyes look into yours, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tries to see if you genuinely believe what you just said.

"Oh Sunshine, my sweet, beautiful, amazing Sunshine. With the way you look tonight, there's not a single person who will even dare to look away from you. I am sure all eyes will be on you, and I am happy. Tonight is just as much about you as it is about me because I want to show off the woman I fell in love with, and I want to show everyone our love," he says with his hand on your belly.

"Okay, okay! Now let's go before I have to reapply my mascara!" you tell him with a breathy laugh, trying hard to fight against the tears threatening to spill at his beautiful confession. He agrees, and with one last goodbye to your twins and Maria, you're out the door and on your way to the premiere.

"Are you ready to walk down the red carpet, Sunshine?" Tony asks as he stands before you, his hands resting on your face to calm you down. The nerves are soaring through your body, and he helps to calm you down.

"Y-yeah, let's do this," you answer him after a deep breath, and he places a small peck on your lips before letting your face go and grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. After one last reassuring smile, you two walk onto the carpet, flashing lights everywhere.

The hand not holding Tony's rests comfortably on your belly, showing it off even more. Photographers left and right are shouting your husband's name, and he seems to revel in every bit of attention he can get. You look over at him, only to find him staring back at you with a beaming smile, and you lean in for a small kiss.

When your lips touch his, the crowd around you goes wild, making you feel loved. Of course, you have seen all the articles about you and Tony being Hollywood's power couple, but it only seems real once you attend events like this together. Far too soon for your liking, he pulls away, ready to move on to the next part of the carpet. What he does there, however, completely catches you by surprise, and you will look back on these photos with a huge smile later.

Tony sinks to his knees in front of you, his face level with your belly as he peppers it with a generous amount of kisses everywhere. His hands stroke it softly, and you can't help but laugh at your husband's weird antics.

It's no surprise he's proud of the fact that you're pregnant because of him, and this only intensifies it. Before getting up, he places his head against your belly for a few seconds with his eyes closed, taking in the moment. It's just you, him, and your beautiful baby boy in your belly - the rest of the world has fallen outside your little bubble.

"I love you so much, Sunshine," he tells you before placing one last kiss on your lips and moving on, ready for the interview parts of the red carpet. When you encounter the first interviewer, they immediately discuss what Tony has just done.

"So, Y/N, what did you think of Tony's actions just now?" the woman asks, and you laugh loudly before answering, shaking your head in response.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have expected anything else. Let's be honest: we all know he's a little crazy but also deeply in love. Not just with me, but also with our baby," you answer, and Tony nods in agreement, unable to take his eyes off you.

"How does it feel to be attending tonight's celebration with your beautiful wife?" she asks Tony, who blushes lightly as the woman calls you his wife. Sometimes, he still can't believe he got so lucky with you, and to call you his wife is the cherry on top for him.

"It feels amazing! She's there for me no matter what, during good times and bad, through rain and sun, and I wouldn't want it any other way. She's doing a great job building her career as a real estate agent while carrying our third baby, and I'm incredibly proud of everything she does. She's the love of my life, and every day, I thank my lucky stars for being hers," Tony tells the lady, who can't stop smiling at his answer.

"To have her by my side on nights like these is something I will never take for granted, of course, and I'm always deeply thankful for her, and I can't wait to grow old with her!" Tony finishes the interview before leaning in and kissing you again, this time more passionately than before.

"I love you so much, Sunshine," he tells you, and you tell him how much you also love him. This night will be unforgettable, and you're looking forward to many more nights like this one, as long as you can have your husband by your side.

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 10 months

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Is Love in the air? Or it is just Gwen fuming?

Continuing with Mumbattan, the falling bit will go in another post (that will also be more about the movie than shipping since I don't have a lot to say in that regard,) let's go where we left of with: Gwen is MAD.

There is multiple reasons for her to not be in the mood, and sadly, Miles coming to help isn't exactly making that list smaller, for Miles disappointment.

Sorry Miles, part of being spiderman is helping people that actually don't want you help, you'll get use to it.

In here comes Pav, an amazing ray of sunshine who is great and deserves all the love he gets. Wish I knew enough about Desi culture and the Kerala region to make him justice, I hope someone who does makes an analysis.

Moving on, Pav is great, he saves them with ease as well as giving an extra punch to the bad guy, all while no time to pick up what's going on.

I adore how Gwen barely explains the situation to him and he already knows what's up. To be fair he isn't wrong, Miles may feel guilty about this spot mess and definitely wants to help out because is the right thing, but let's face it he also didn't want to never see Gwen again and probably aside of wanting to help he wanted to help her.

Everyone has seen this scene because it was part of the trailers so you would think there is not much I can say that someone hasn't said, but while looking at this scene I picked up onto something I never realized in my previous viewings and had be cackling.

But before we get to that, what's Gwen and Miles' reaction?

Miles? Immediately denies it, which is to be expected. If you had ever been in Miles position 99% of the chances is that you would do the same. He likes Gwen, a lot, but he and Gwen aren't officially anything and having the guy you just met talking about your private feelings isn't ideal.

Gwen? Well, her dialogue doesn't give me to much to work on, she sounds like she is trying to downplay the situation a bit, not outright denied it(probably because she knows Miles definitely has feelings for her,) but c'mon, he is not that down bad for her right?

Her hand gestures were interesting, honestly this part goes on so fast I didn't truly get what she was doing until I was watching it half speed.

This accompanied with the dialogue really has me thinking she is trying to act that no, nothing is happening, but is a very weak and I think what I love most about this part is that no one is buying it (Not Pavitr, not the audience, and probably not themselves,) yet they still try.

Now this part? Oh this is precious.

Here is the thing, the second line comes from Gwen, which she says very quickly after he says this.

But Gwen isn't the one who's feelings are being put on the grill now, so why exactly Gwen is trying to convince Miles than Pavitr isn't good at reading people?

The next part comes with speculation, but hear me out.

Pavitr is part of the organization, right? I doubt he knows about the canon events part, but he knows that there are anomalies crashing in another dimensions and the other spiders are suppose to come to catch them so they don't do a mess. He probably knows how strict is Miguel about this too.

So if Pavitr said that Miles must be in love with Gwen for following her uninvited, what do you think he would say if he knew that Gwen literally slacked on a mission because she was spending all her time with Miles?

Yeah and later why people wonder why Gwen is leading the poll on who is crushing the hardest.

Let's move on.

Small addendum but when Miles is asking how Pavitr already has a watch at six months, Gwen is unsure what to say when she gets caught up.

The tower scene deserves multiple post (for multiple reasons too) but let's just remember that Gwen was trying to let down Miles easy about the association since she knew Miguel wouldn't allow Miles in.

While I do think part of her reaction is by being caught on a lie in which she still doesn't know how to tell the truth, it doesn't escape me that a big reason why she said that lie in the first place was that she didn't want Miles to be hurt about being an anomaly.

She never had a chance to say what she really thinks about this (which is kind of her fault, she could at least attempted to explain some parts before getting to Miguel; I am still angry how everyone let Miles think this was a good thing until the very end.) I wonder if part of the reason is that she may had a speech similar to Peter B's and maybe the creators wanted to reserve it for the next movie.

Yep, she is still mad.

I don't have much to say here, I like this joke; they are spidey people and Miles is already getting up so Gwen know is not serious anyways.

Oh Pav, you don't know half of it.

I love how even when they aren't being corny he still smells the tension, because let's face it, I wouldn't had this much material to analyze if there wasn't a constant influx of little gestures back and forth from these two showing always how important they are to each other.

I remember when I first saw this scene I thought Pav doesn't have enough information to know this, and now I just think the guy is smarter than me.

Me the next few months because I swear I need to have some resolution with these two or I would lose it.

Miles quickly gets to Gwen to talk about the plan, which shipping aside, makes sense. He doesn't know Pavitr and their initial exchange wasn't ideal, not to mention that he may feel he would ask him about Gwen if he gets to her.

I don't think they realized what Pavitr was saying, which honestly that just highlights how focused they are on each other. They are in Pavitr's dimension, trying to catch this guy, and instead of asking him if he knows anything that could help them, or just include him in this conversation considering the three of them are on this now; they just zeroed on each other almost without thinking.

Which is funny considering they don't have that much experience working together for this to just be second nature, maybe the second nature is just stop listening to other things around each other.

I guess this is why Pavitr wasn't bothered about not being included, he has the best seat for this.

Sorry to just ad another joke, but this is literally me, while these two are talking about how to catch The Spot, he is just looking INTENSIVELY at them to see if he can spot another thing.

Okay, is finishing each other's phrases kind of a romantic trope? Yes.

Do Gwen has plausible deniability, since they are just seeing the Spot got towards Alchemax, and she knew before hand that the Spot was going for universes that has one? Yes.

Do I think the filmakers, who had put so much effort in this movie, from the way things are said to the colors, didn't do this on purpose? Oh absolutely not.

The thing that I found funny about all of this is that this is Gwen's entire dilemma with Miles, she convinced it can't work and is better to try to pretend those feelings aren't there, except neither him or her can't help it, those moments and the connection they have just keep happening.

Short answer Pav: They don't.

Okay! With this we finish their tour around Mumbattan, the immediate next part has been technically covered, so will probably talk about what happens after Hobie's presentation.

This part was a lot more fun that I expected, I was a bit nervous to go about this since I didn't think there was much I could talk about, but just like always, I just keep loving this movie more and more.

#ghostflower #gwiles #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #atsv #acros the spiderverse #ghostflower files

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