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watsittoyah · 9 months

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, rough sex, fang play, claws kink, size kink, sex in Spider-Man Suit, back door eating. This is my longest chapter but I hope you guys enjoy!

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 12- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold (Pt1)

“Why are we up this early?” Erica asks as she slows down. You stop and cross your arms over your chest. “You dragged me out of my warm bed, out of my warm pajamas and out of our warm apartment, and you’re asking why we’re up early. Girl go to he-“

You both jump when you see something swing by you. You realize who it was and hide your smile. “You think he ever goes to sleep? Spider-Man I mean.” Erica asks as she sits down on a bench.

“Yeah, I mean I’m sure he does. Plus he’s got family…I assume.” You say as you take a seat beside her. “You know, I think he’s a cool guy. Dennis is a huge fan. On our second date he spilled the beans on having a small Spider-Man action figure collection.”

“I gotta tell Miguel.” You say making Erica give you a funny look. “Oh because Miguel is a huge fan too, I was saying I gotta tell him so him and Dennis can hang out more.” You lie. Erica agrees and leans back. “T?”

“Yeah?” You look over at your friend and she was just staring at the morning sky for a moment. “I feel like such a terrible friend for not asking this for a few months but how have you been?” That question sort of caught you off guard.

“I’ve been good.” She looks at you and shakes her head. “I know you T. We grew up on the block together. So stop lying. It’s me.” It was your turn to look at the sky.

“I’ve been, getting better. From the attack from a while back, to the nightmares and shit the old wounds from my parents. It’s been chipping away at my mind, E.” She nudges you with her shoulder. “You know I’ll listen to you, for free. At least this time, next time I gotta charge you.” She jokes. You smile and lean your head on her shoulder. “You know you’re my best friend, you’re practically my sister.”

Erica gives you a side hug. “I keep telling you we might have been separated at birth. Watch I bet you, our real parents are out there in the multiverse looking for us.” You sit up and give a slight frown. “E, that’s oddly specific.” She just shrugs. “Yeah but now we wasted enough time to get our black cracks back to the apartment and eat. I hope you’re cooking.” Erica asks as she helps you up off of the bench.

“Girl I cooked last time it’s your turn.” She sucks her teeth. “I did cook, what do you mean?” You scoff at her comment. “You cooked last month, so now it’s your turn, hurry up now woman I’m starving my stomach is touching my back.” You flick her ear and take off running as you feel her running after you. “Tommie Valentine! You heifer I’m gonna drop kick you across Nueva York for that!”

••••

“If I lie about not having something to wear then maybe I don’t have to go…man Mr Stark would probably tell me to show up in a trash bag just to show my face.” You say as you pull up the weeds in the garden.

“Baby cakes what are you mumbling about?” You turn to your grandmother and sigh. “I’m just talking to myself. I just…I really don’t want to go to that dinner in two days.” You groan as you sit in the dirt. “Is this that same dinner that that no good girl invited you to?” You nod.

“Oh you have to go to that. And before you whine and ask why. I want you to go there with your shoulders rolled back, your head held high and let that little uppity heifer know who you are. If there is one thing I know about this family, we don’t back down. We don’t cower. We stand and we make our enemies shiver. Now I know Miguel is going with you, right?”

“Yes ma’am. I guess I can show off a little. Let Dana know that he’s with me.” Your grandmother raises a brow at you and nods. “I guess I can finally tell you this little story. Come on and scoot your tush.” You move over a bit and your grandmother sits down beside you.

“Now, when I was about sixteen I had met your grandfather. He was sweet to a lot of the girls in the neighborhood, which didn’t bother me because we weren’t together. But when he did start to court me, I had gotten word that he was talking to this other girl. Her name was Rebecca Goldstein. Boy that girl was a mean as a rattle snake. Tell you the truth I don’t know why that man even dated that little snake. Anyways, it was the word around town how she wanted him to dump me so she could be with him.”

“What did you do?” You ask as you lean your hands on your thighs. She smiled at you. “I told him that if he wanted to be with that girl he could go. I wasn’t going to be in competition for someone I’m getting to know. I have other suitors. That last part was true, I had six other boys waiting for their turn to talk to me. And your grandfather, he hated the thought that he had boys wanting me so he waited until after school, and stood in the middle of Wally Banks Field and told Rebecca off. He thought that was it but that, excuse my language baby cakes, bitch decided she wanted to make my life miserable. Well she had something else coming when she decided to push me down some stairs at school. I turn around and I punched her right in her left green eye. I had a daddy, who didn’t play about his kids. So he taught us all how to fight. Anyways Rebecca never bothered me again.”

“Should I hit Dana?” You ask hoping secretly that she’ll say yes. “No, baby cakes. Don’t hit her, unless she puts her hands on you first then you lay her little crack out on that waxed floor. But what I’m saying is, let her see what real class is. Because from what you told me she sounds like she doesn’t have a lick of it.”

“I will, grandma. I will. Well do you think this weekend you’ll be ready to meet Miguel’s mom?” You ask as you help your grandmother up out of the dirt. “Of course, I’ve spoken to her on the phone and she seems like such a sweet woman. Now make sure Miguel brings her those strawberries in the fridge. I gave her a nice batch.”

“I will, promise…and grandma?” You ask as you dust off your overalls. “Yes baby?” You look down at your sneakers and then back up at her. “Can you teach me that punch you landed on Rebecca Goldstein?” You made your grandmother burst out in laughter. “Yes I’ll teach you just incase you need to use it. Now when you make that fist don’t cup your thumb….”

•••

You were in your car about to drive home when you got a call from Miguel. You press the answer button and greet him. “Hey baby, how are you?”

“Estoy bien, mi amor. Cómo estás?” He replies.

“I’m good, I’m just leaving my grandparents house, I have the strawberries for your mom. My grandmother said to remind you to bring them to her.”

“I will, amor. I will. I just wanted to ask you something important.” You sit up in your seat. “Sure, what’s your question?” You didn’t know what to expect but you were prepared.

“Well it’s nothing too crazy, but would you like to go out with me tonight? I know you’ve been busy at work and I’ve been busy in the lab as well as doing the Spider-Man thing so we haven’t spent much time together other than sleeping.” You smile at his question. “Why yes Miguel, I would love to go out with you tonight. Should I wear something special?��

“How about you wear that dress you wore for your vacation? I’ll wear a dashing suit and we can go to this quiet restaurant, I booked it just for us tonight.”

“Well that settles it, yes I will go out with you tonight and I’ll wear that gorgeous dress. I will admit it’s been a while since you’ve worn a suit…makes me want to play your naughty secretary.” You tease. “Amor, if you keep talking like that I might just fulfill your wishes for that request.”

“Oh really? Well then we will be taking dessert home, after dinner.”

“Mi corazón, let’s get off the phone before I find you and do some ungodly things to you in that car. Now I’ll see you tonight. I’ll pick you up from your apartment at 7:30 and we will go to the restaurant right after.”

“I can’t wait. Alright I need to drive so I’ll see you soon, I love you.” He tells you he loves you back and you both hang up.

As you drive your car, you smile to yourself because you feel blessed to have the life you have. Sure it wasn’t perfect but it was good. You had amazing friends, you had your grandparents in your life and you had Miguel.

You drive for a little and soon you see the ice cream parlor on the side. You decide to stop and grab some ice cream for the apartment. When you make it inside you see Mary-Anne. “Hi Tommie, what can I get for you?”

“I’m going to take a half a quart home, I’ll do chocolate Carmen swirl for the first half and for the second I’ll do strawberry cluster crunch.”

“I’ll get that ready for you. So how have your grandparents been?” She asks as she gets the container ready. “They’ve been good. They have an anniversary coming up soon. So I’ll be sure to get them a cake from here.”

“Oh that’s nice. I’ll make sure to make it special. You know the funny thing is I was just talking to my husband the other day and he had mentioned how your family has always supported our business. I remember when your grandparents use to bring your dad and how your parents use to bring you. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a few years you brought your kids here too.”

“Honestly I can see that. When Miguel and I have our kids, I want them to have their first sugar cone here like I did.”

“Oh dear I remember that. You were this little chubby thing just making a whole mess at the table and your parents were rushing to get napkins because you got the ice cream all over the place.” You smile at that and look up. “Can you add a malt shake too? I want to make a small stop before I get home.”

“Sure thing. I’ll even put the extra malt on the side for you with a spoon.” You tell her thank you and you look out the glass window.

Nueva York was and is a beautiful place. You pretty much had no desire to move from this place because it was home. Yes it had is ups and downs but hell it was home.

When your order was all set you pay and you get your stuff. As you secure your items, you drink the malt shake and give a sad smile. “Two more stops.”

You had parked your car and grabbed the flowers from your front seat. As you walk down to your parents plots you inhale the scent of the flowers. They were a mixed assortment, of roses, daises, and other floral flowers. As soon as you see their headstone you kneel down and place the flowers down.

“Hi mom, hi dad. I know I haven’t came to visit in a while. But I have so much to tell you. Hmm where can I begin? Well I am still working for Mr Stark but he’s nicer these days. I think it’s because he goes to see his wife more often. I still have all of my friends. I remember what you told me mom, you said that I didn’t have to be friends with everyone just get a small group of friends and make sure to keep them close. Oh! Grandma’s garden is doing great. We just planted melon so those should be sprouting in a few weeks. I had an accident but I’m okay. Physically anyways. Mentally I’m a bit of a mess. But I’m going to therapy again so it’s helping. My last session basically was an eye opener that I need to let myself be happy with whatever outcome comes my way. And that I’m not going to do things perfectly every time. That session also reminded me how much I missed you. And I do, everyday. But when I find myself being sad I remind myself that you’re with me in little ways. Like when I see butterflies I know you’re there mom. And when I see owls I know you’re close by dad. There’s that…well actually, I think the biggest news I have to tell you is I met someone. His name is Miguel O’Hara. You two would’ve loved him, not because he’s smart but he treats me amazingly. He…he is so sweet to me and he’s patient. He’s strong and…I look up to him. Because he is just, incredible. Someday I’ll tell him, but for now I’ll just watch and see how he handles a situation. Hopefully I can bring him here to meet you two. The funny thing mom and dad is I know he won’t think this is strange. I know he’ll be polite and talk to you like I’m talking to you right now. He’s sweet that way. Honestly I can’t wait for that man to ask me to be his wife. I don’t think I’ll let him finish the sentence before I say yes…” You smile at that and wipe a tear away.

“Mom, dad? Um…I know you two were into science and all, and I know I should think logically but I think…I think a part of me is missing. Like I feel like I had a life before this one. And it was just snatched away from me. I could just be talking but I still feel it in my heart.” You glance at the headstone and let another tear fall. “Well I should get going, I have ice cream in the car and I don’t want it to melt. I love you and I’ll see you soon.” You press your fingers to your lips and press them to the headstone, telling your parents goodbye and you stand up.

It felt good coming to their grave. And from how clean it looked you can tell that your grandparents definitely came by not too long ago and cleaned up. You walk back to your car and when you get inside you sit there for a moment. Soaking in silence and you lean your head against the steering wheel and you let out a small cry.

Not because you’re sad, but because you’re finally feeling somewhat better after all these years. The only puzzle piece you’re working on is why do you feel like a part of you is missing, or a memory?

••••

You were dressed in the beautiful red dress you had once wore before. You had golden heels and jewelry to match. As you look at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but to spray a bit of perfume between your breasts and put a little on your ankles. You knew what would happen after dinner so might as well be prepared.

As you gather your long curls you decide to style it with a scarf. You pull it high and tie it with a black hair tie, and then you take your scarf and you wrap it around your curly makeshift bun, letting some of your curls out and tucking some under. Once it’s tied you nod in approval.

“Damn, you look good.” You smirk at yourself as you turn and look back at your plumb bottom. “This man probably won’t be able to keep his hands off of me, and I’m here for it.” You chuckle to yourself and you walk out of the bathroom.

You get whistled from Erica from the couch and Milo walks over wrapping his tail around your leg. “Miguel gonna be eating tonight and I’m not talking about food.” Erica jokes as she looks at you.

“Honestly, I hope so. And if I don’t come home right away you know why.” You tell her as you scoop Milo up and pass him back to Erica. She makes a face. “You little nasty heifer….lemme not talk, Dennis was pounding my walls loose during my break.” You both laugh at that and you grab your purse as you heard knocking.

“Be right there!” You call out as you grab your keys. When you open the door your heart was pounding hard in your chest.

Miguel looked suave in his suit. It was black on black with a velvet red tie. He seems to stop and stare at you as well. “Hola mi amor.” He takes your hand and he kisses it which makes you weak in the knees.

You guys have been in a relationship for over nine months and yet this man still makes it feel like the first time. “Te ves muy guapo, Miguel.” You tell him as you kiss his cheek. “Amor, your Spanish has gotten better. Oh hello Erica, hello Milo.” You turn and see Erica and Milo looking at the two of you.

“Hi Miguel. Now you make sure you bring Tommie back home, don’t try any funny stuff. And her curfew is at midnight. If she’s not back by then I’m calling the cops. And Milo is my witness. Right Milo?” The little traitor actually meowed on cue too.

“Get! Go get out of my face. Come on Miguel.” You close the door on them and Miguel was laughing at the interaction. “What can I say, she’s my bodyguard. And Milo too.”

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” Miguel offers his arm to you and you take it. “I’m ready.”

Once you two are outside, and in the car, he takes your hand and he drives. “How was your day, amor?” Miguel takes a left turn and you look at him for a second.

“It was good. I helped with my grandma’s garden. My grandpa said for you to come over for his football party next Sunday. And after I grabbed some ice cream and visited my parents graves. It was nice.”

“Parece que tuviste un buen día. Estoy feliz, mi amor.” He takes a left turn and you squeeze his hand. “Yeah, and I was thinking about something about you coming with me next time I go to visit them. My parents I mean. Then again you probably think that’s stup-”

“It’s not. They are special to you which means they are special to me. Yes I will come with you next time. I’ll bring flowers.” Right in that moment, when Miguel looked at you as he stopped at the red light you knew.

You knew what life would be like with him, and you couldn’t wait for the day to say I do. You lean over and you place your hand on his cheek then kiss him. He returned the kiss and you make sure you get your lipstick off of his lips.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself.” You apologized. “Don’t be, amor. If I didn’t make these reservations I’d take you somewhere more private.” You roll your eyes but smile. “Drive the car, Miguel.”

“As you wish, mi princesa.” He drives as the light turns green and you two sit there in peaceful silence all the way to the restaurant.

When you arrive Miguel holds the passenger door open for you and he holds out his hand. You take it and as you get out of the car you look at the restaurant and it looks familiar.

“Have we been here before?” You ask as he leads you to the front entrance. “No, amor unless you’ve been here with someone else.” You shake your head. “No, never. This place just looks so familiar.” As you two walk inside you smell the food and your stomach gives away at hunger and growls. You clear your throat to make sure no one heard that but from Miguel’s smirk, you’re sure he did.

“Hello Mr O’Hara. Please this way.” An older gentleman says escorting the both of you to your table. You follow and as you do you look at the decor. It gave off a vibe similar to the places Miguel had taken you when you two went to that island for vacation.

As you two were seated you the older gentleman lets you two look over the menu and he left shortly after. “Miguel, how did you find this place?”

“Well, amor. I remember you telling me how much you enjoyed the food during our vacation so I made some calls and I found this place. The owner here is from that island. And I figured you’d want a piece of vacation here until we can go back.”

This man is perfect, he simply puts every other man you’ve ever dated to shame.

“Miguel….” You feel tears falling threatening to fall and Miguel moves around the table and kisses you. “Perdoname mi Amor. No quise hacerte llorar.” He says as he kisses your tears away. “It’s not tears of sadness. I’m happy. No one has ever done that for me. I’m just…baby I’m so happy.” You smile at him and he flicks your tears away and kisses you once more.

“You deserve all of this, amor. Every bit of happiness you deserve.” Miguel goes to sit down but he stops while looking at his watch.

“Amor, I will be right back, I promise.” You nod and as he walks past, you sit there still happy. You know what he has to do in the night time, and you understood.

“Amor?” You turn and Miguel was on one knee. Your heart skipped several beats. “You didn’t think I’d leave you like that did you?” He asks with a sparkle in his hazel eyes. Your throat was dry so all you could do was shrug and a laugh escaped your lips.

“Tommie Valentine, I knew the very moment I saw you in that hallway talking to your roommate. I knew when you smiled at me whenever I walked past, I knew the very moment when your water bottle had rolled in front of me that I wanted you to be my wife. I love hearing your voice. I love seeing you smile. I even love when you’re angry with me because I know you care. When I wake up besides you in the morning I fall in love with you all over again because you…you are my heart in human form. I want to have children with you, grow old with you and watch our grandchildren while we sit back and continue to love each other. There is no other woman I want in my life as my partner but you. So if you’ll do me the honors of becoming Mrs. Tommie O’Hara.”

Miguel takes out a small box and when he opens it you see a ring with a red diamond in the center.

God you hated that you were full of tears tonight because you were crying again. “Y-yes. Miguel I will marry you.” He slides the ring on your finger and the staff around you claps and congratulates the two of you. He stands up as well as you and you two embrace.

You kiss him all over his face and hug him tight. “Thank god I’m wearing waterproof mascara.” You say with a laugh as you wipe your tears. “I’m just happy they’re tears of joy. Wait they are tears of joy right amor?” You give a playful roll of your eyes at him.

“Yes, baby. Now let me just go freshen up a bit.” You ask where the bathroom is and you quickly go inside.

After you freshen up you wash your hands and you look at the ring. It perfectly sat on your finger as if it belonged there. “Tommie O’Hara…” You whisper to yourself as a smile crawled across your face.

You hear a gentle knock and you knew who it was. You open the bathroom door and Miguel steps in. “Are you okay, amor?”

“I’m fine, just still feeling the shock of all of this…are you sure you want me to be your wife?” You ask just to be sure. He pulls you in close and kisses you passionately, causing the air in your lungs to cluster. “Yes, I do.” He says as he kisses your bottom lip and you remember to breathe. “You, you smell really good.” You comment as you wrap your arms around him.

“No, that’s you.” He leans down and he inhaled your scent, letting a soft moan escape. “You know what that perfume does to me, mi corazón.” He says as he trails a finger between your breasts. You bite your bottom lip and flutter your lashes at him. “Why what ever do you mean, Mr O’Hara?”

He doesn’t crack a smile he simply lifts you up and places you on the sink. He then places his hands on the side of your thighs and leans in. “Sabes exactamente lo que quiero decir, Tommie.” He leans in again, his nose brushing against your pulse and he moans. “Coconut milk and amber. You know that scent is my favorite. You little tease.” Without looking away he uses his web to make the door stick so no one would walk in.

“You know I really like your nose.” You tell him as you bump yours against his. He gives a slight laugh and he tips your chin up. “I bet you like it for more that what you see.” He says as he parts your legs and steps further. You nod pulling him down by his red velvet tie. “I’m not wearing anything under this.” His eyes roll Hazel and when they settle they were red.

“I was going to wait until we left for dessert, but I have a sweet tooth right now.” Miguel hikes up your dress and he gets on his knees.

You giggle as you spread your legs wide for him and your run your fingers through his black hair. With his ring finger and middle finger he slides them inside of you and he gently suck’s your clit. Causing your head to rest on the mirror behind you.

“Mr O’Hara, if we stay in here too long we could get in t…trouble.” You whimper out as he shakes his head and does a come here motion inside of you. He replies with a moan and you move your hips a little feeling good.

He gives a nice suck to your clit and he lets his spit cover your lips as he further wets his fingers with your cunt. “Oh shit.” You moan as you part your legs wider. Miguel takes his free hand and he places your leg on his shoulder, making his tongue replace his fingers and his nose grinds against your clit.

“Shit, just like that, Miguel. Just like that, make me come. I want to come for you.” You moan as he continue to penetrate you with his tongue. Your instincts kicks in and your grab his head and start fucking his face.

You didn’t want him to stop, hell you didn’t even care of anyone had managed to open the door and walk in on your two. You just want this man, your future husband to make you come. He looks up at you and when his eyes fluttered shut as he used his spit to against your clit you gripped his hair and you smothered him with your cunt.

You bite your lip and grunt out a few swear words as you come on his pretty lips. When he finally was allowed some air, he had smoothed his hair back and he licked his wet lips.

“God I can’t believe I get to eat this sweet pussy for the rest of my life.” He gets up off of his knees and you see him unbuckling his belt.

You help him with his pants and boxers and he bites his tie as he slides inside of you. “Haré esto rápido, mi amor.” Miguel says with the tie still in his mouth.

He pins your legs up as he gets in deep and you bite your lip to keep quiet. You reach behind him and grab his ass and you pull him deeper. The both of you still for a second but when you release your bottom lip from your teeth he starts to move quickly.

The way his dick would fill you up and make your body tingle was heaven. You couldn’t wait to leave out of this restaurant so you two could fuck each other brains out over and over again.

He spits his tie out of his mouth and he leans in kissing your neck. His lips then brush against your ear, making you want to make a mess all over his dick and legs. However what he said next, sure enough caused a waterfall on that sink.

“I don’t get to fuck my pretty girl anymore. No I get to fuck my pretty wife. I get to fuck my pretty wife while she squeezes her pretty pussy all over her husbands dick.” You let out a groan and he places a hand over your mouth as he goes faster, making your head bump the mirror.

“I’m gonna make my pretty wife come so much tonight I want the sheets soaked. Shit I want the neighbors jealous hearing us. Quieres eso mi amor? Quieres que los vecinos estén celosos de nosotros?” You nod as you be pounds you faster causing the sink to rock.

He places his thumb against your clit and without another word from him you feel yourself coming. You bite down on his hand to keep from screaming in pleasure and you feel his movements get sloppy and when he comes inside of you you grab his ass to make sure not a single drop is spilled out.

When you two finally relax, he slides out of you and he kisses you. “Mmm, princesa. You have no idea what you do to me. Damn.” Miguel helps you off of the sink and as you go to clean up he stops you. “Oh no, amor. I want what I put inside of you to drip out while we have dinner. And when we’re done I’m going to take you to a hotel and I’m going to keep fucking you until you want me to stop.” He says as he whispers in your ear. You smirk at him and nod. “Alright Mr O’Hara. Anything you say.” You walk to the door and he snaps his webs off and opens the door for you. “After you, Mrs O’Hara…”

••••

The next morning you had used your wobbly legs and went to the bathroom. After your long night you had plenty of hickies and bruises on your skin. But they were worth it. After you use the bathroom you peek out into the room and see Miguel was sleeping soundly.

You tip toe past him and grab your phone. It was a little after after six am but you couldn’t hold in the news as you did a group video chat.

Erica, Monica and Jerry all picked up. Grumpy and tired but you didn’t care. “Girl you better be dying, calling us at the ass crack of dawn.” Monica said as she laid back down.

“I don’t even think the lord is awake listening to prayers right now.” Erica comments as she yawns. “It’s not like the lord listens to you anyways E.” Jerry says as he fixes his bonnet. “Bitc-”

You interrupt by showing them your ring and they all gasp, fully awake. “Oh my god!!”

“Girl! Are you for real?! Tell me you’re for real!”

“Please make sure your wedding is gonna have an open bar because we have to turn up!”

All of your friends were excited as you smile.

“We’re setting the date for next year, I want to plan it in Black Coast Island. I want everyone to come and I know this isn’t traditional, but can you guys be my bridesmaids Jerry you’d be my groomsman.”

They all say yes without hesitation. “Girl

I gotta make sure my stuff if packed I’ll call y’all later.” Monica gets up saying turning on her light.

“Girl the wedding ain’t until next year.” Eric’s tells her. “Okay? I like to be early now see you all later.” She hangs up with hangs up the entire call and you laugh sending them a talk to you later text.

After you finish cleaning up you step out of the bathroom only to see Miguel standing there with his hands above the door frame.

This man, this fine ass man is really going to be your husband next year? Jesus!

“Good morning, princesa.” Miguel says as he cups your face and kisses your lips. “Mmm,

Good morning, handsome.” He leans you against the wall, biting your lip and resting his head against yours.

“Baby, I need to get ready for work. I’m going in later.” Miguel shakes his head and engulfs you in his arms. “Call out, amor. I want to spoil you today.” He says as he pouts. “Don’t do that, you know I’m weak when you do that.”

“Please? For me, mi corazón?” He begs. You almost crack, but you buried your face in his and shake your head. “I have to go, it’s going to be busy because of the dinner tomorrow.” You look up and Miguel was still pouting.

“Okay, but I have you for another two more hours let’s go back to sleep.” You shake you head. “No, because three hours ago you said that and I wound up with my legs behind my head.” Miguel bites his bottom lip smiling.

“I didn’t know you were that flexible, amor. We should try that position more often.” He goes to pick you up but you deadweight yourself and step back. “Come on, let’s get ready, I know you have work today too.” You pat his chest and he huffs.

“Fine, me prepararé ahora.” You get on tippy toe and kiss his cheek. “If it helps you can pick me up after work.” Miguel’s eyes lights up after that suggestion. “Sí! Eso será perfecto! I’m going to take you somewhere special. And don’t ask where it’s a surprise.” You smile up at him and nod. “I wasn’t going to ask, now where did you put my dress?” You ask standing there in his shirt. “If I get it for you, can I get fifteen minutes?”

“Miguel! You know you don’t do anything in fifteen minutes.” You tell him. “This will be fifteen minutes, I promise.” You sigh but tell him yes. He points up and your dress was on the ceiling hanging by his web. “You really let those webs do their own thing.” You comment as he takes it down for you. “I know, and now…” Miguel hands you the dress and he holds you close. You expect him to try something but he doesn’t. He just holds you close and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I love you so much. So so much. You really are the best thing that’s happened to me, Tommie.” He says as he hums a familiar tune. “I love you too, Miguel.” You say as you smile and hold him tight.

If there was one thing Miguel knew, he knew how to show you he loved you even with a fifteen minute hug….

••••

“Mr Stark your wife is on the line.” You tell your boss and he quickly picks up the phone. Smiling like a child. “Hi…” He breathes out his greeting and you take that moment to leave his office before he tries to pile on more paper work in the last hour.

As you walk past you see Gregory and stop. “Gregory I’m going to head out for a quick bite, did you want anything?” He just gives you a polite smile and shakes his head. “No thank you, Miss Valentine. My wife is bringing me lunch today.”

“Oh, well I hope you enjoy your lunch. And please tell your wife I said hello.”

“I sure will. And congratulations.” You pause and Gregory points to your hand. “Oh, yes my fiancé proposed last night. And thank you so much.”

“Well I’ll let you go so you can get your food, do bring a jacket it’s a bit cold today.” You thank him for his suggestion and you go to your office and grab your light jacket.

Once outside you slip on your jacket and head to the cafe across the street. You’re thinking about getting a chocolate croissant and a Carmel matcha with extra cold foam.

As you walk someone collides into you. “Oh I’m so sorry.” You know the voice and you give her a fake smile, ignoring her apology. “Dana, what brings you here?”

“I’m just here because my father sent me in to make sure you and your boss will be coming tomorrow.”

Hmm that could’ve been an email or phone call? What is her game?

“Really? You came all this way?” You ask. “Well that and I wanted to get some shopping down in Boho. This one place Rino’s shoes company has the best shoes. You must come.” She reaches for you but you move out of her reach.

“I must decline, I’m just grabbing some food and then I’ll be heading back to work. And I as well as my boss will be showing up at the charity event.” You say being civil.

Why does she keep trying to take you places?

You wonder as you look at her body language. She looks annoyed?

“I’m sure your boss will be bringing his wife. Will you be bringing your boyfriend?” She said boyfriend as if it was an insult. “Actually I’ll be bringing my fiancé.” You flash her your ring and you see her eye twitch.

Good.

“Oh, congratulations. You lucky lucky girl.” She says through clenched teeth. You know this news is eating her up inside. “Well, I must go. Got stores to shop, money to spend. See you tomorrow, Tommie.” She turns on her heels and you smirk knowing you pissed her off with your ring.

On second thought you were going to get a Mediterranean club sandwich too with your meal. You stroll inside of the cafe ready to eat like a brand new woman.

When your day was finally done and you get reminded about the charity event dinner yet again, you wait outside for Miguel. “I wonder where he’s taking me?” You ask yourself as you check your phone.

Come to the alley way, amor.

You look down the alley and then back at the text.

Miguel, I’m staying right here, it’s dark and scary down there.

He replies back almost instantly.

Amor the only scary thing in this alley way is me. Come please.

You huff and slide your phone back into your pocket and you start walking down the alley way.

“Miguel?” You call out as you keep walking. “Miguel, if I get kidnapped I’m blaming you.” You say out loud. “I would never let that happen to you, amor.” You turn and Miguel was in his spider suit hanging upside down. You decide to be a little funny.

“Excuse me Mr Spider-Man sir but I’m looking for my fiancé. He’s suppose to be here but all I see is you.” Miguel lands in front of you and you can’t help but feel a smile playing across your face. “Is that so? Well your fiancé told me to come in his place. He figured you needed a better bodyguard.”

“I don’t know, Mr Spider-Man. My fiancé is a big guy I feel like he could beat you up.” Miguel scoffs and backs you up against the building wall. “Let him try.” He leans in and his mask only moves away from his lips. “Como estuvo tu dia hermosa?”

You lean up and pull him down to kiss him but stop just enough for an inch to be between your lips. “My day was good, how was yours?” You don’t mention Dana because this was a moment between the two of you. And you knew mentioning her would ruin the mood. “Fue genial porque me desperté siendo el prometido de alguien.” He gives you a kiss and wraps his arms around you. “Mmm, hold on tight and close your eyes.” You do as you’re told and you hear Thwip sound as your feet leave the ground. You hold onto Miguel for dear life.

You don’t know how long he was web slinging but you were grateful to finally land. “Sit right here and then open your eyes, amor.” You listen and after you sit down you open your eyes.

You were on a roof top that was overseeing all of Nueva York. You gasp as Miguel sits down next to you. “Do you like it?” Miguel asks as his mask leaves his face. “I love it, I absolutely love it. How often do you come here?” You ask as you look over at him.

He was staring off into the distance and he nods. “I came here when I first became Spider-Man. At first it was just to watch over the city. But now I like to come here and think…it’s funny I came here the day I saw you. I was up here for five hours trying to think of what I could say to you.”

“You were that nervous?” You ask crossing your legs. “Amor, you might not see yourself this way but you make me nervous. You are and still the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. So yes, I was that nervous.” He gives a chuckle and you look at him. “You know, when we first spoke I thought you didn’t like me. I guess it was the way you spoke to me.”

“Yeah, I was nervous. You looked really pretty in that skirt and blazer. I…kind of followed you that day. Just to make sure you made it to work safely.”

“Hmm I was wondering how you just ended up coming to the cafe when I was there. But I’m glad you did. I’m glad you picked up my water bottle and and I’m glad you showed up at the club that night because now look at us? We’re getting married next year.” You lean your head on Miguel’s broad shoulder and he kisses four head. “Baby, I know I asked you for a promise. But I have one more, if that’s okay.”

“I’m sure you’ll ask me more promises, amor. But yes, what is the promise?” You find his hand and hold it. You feel the calluses on his hands and smile. “When we have kids, and if either of them have your gift, please make sure you take them under your wing and train them. Make sure they know the ropes and…well I just hope when we become parents they think we’re cool. I hope they think I’m cool.” Miguel squeezes your hand and he gets on top of you. “I think you’re cool.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around him. “Well I think you’re the coolest, Mr O’Hara.” You tell him as you look up into his pretty eyes. “Miguel, you really are a beautiful man.” You touch his face and the two of you end up kissing.

Once the kissing session was over, Miguel was breathing heavy. “You know…” You sit up a little and shake your head. “Miguel how is it that a few hours ago, you and I were having the most unholy sex and now you’re up for it again?”

“I can’t help that you bring this out of me. But I’ll behave for you.” He nudges his nose against yours and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think you’re addicted to me.”

“No no soy, Tommie.” He says as he settles between your legs. “Yes you are, Miguel. And that’s okay. But just know there isn’t an AA meeting on quitting me.”

“Let’s say I am addicted to you, why would I want to quit you?” You shrug and trail a finger down his chest. “You know I don’t think we’ve ever done it with you in the suit and mask.” You say thinking about it. “Sounds like someone is addicted to me.”

“I am, I am addicted to you. But there’s more.

I’m addicted to your touch, your scent, your taste.” Your hand goes down and you touch his bulge. “Fine, I am addicted to you. But if we’re going to do this in the suit then we’re going to pull out all the stops.”

Miguel sits up he makes a large and intricate web pattern in the corner of the roof top. He helps you up and he web slings to the center of the web pattern. You sit there and he puts his mask back on.

“This design is cute.” You comment as you move to look at the center. He webs up and hangs upside down. “I don’t know what it is, but having you in my web is just, tan sexy para mí.” You get on your knees and touch the bottom half of his mask.

“I want to try something.” You tell Miguel as you lean in. Miguel moves the bottom half of his mask so his lips were exposed. You kiss him and he returns the kiss. You moan a bit as Miguel lets his tongue in. When you end the kiss you smile greatly. “Always wanted to do that.” You comment as you stare at his plump lips.

“Glad that I could do that for you, amor. But now I want to do something. Just sit still.” Miguel takes his mask off and he webs your jacket away and he then webs away your blouse.

You cup yourself and give Miguel a look. “It is a little chilly up here you know.” Miguel smiles as he lands beside you. “Oh I can tell you’re cold.” He says staring at your chest.

Your teeth chatters a bit and he moves in close to you. “Mi pobre bebé. Te ves frío. Aquí déjame calentarte. You just get so cold easily.” Miguel gets on top of you making you lay back. “You just love keeping me warm, huh?” You unclasp your bra and ask him if he could web it for you and he does making sure all of your things were webbed together.

“You are a masterpiece, princesa.” Miguel slides his hand into your pants and panties. You play with your breasts a little as he rubs your clit. You give a breathy moan as you pinch your nipples.

“Dejame ayudarte con eso.” Miguel moves your left hand and he sucks that breast.

“Just like at the camp…you were cold, amor. This time I’m going to make you sweat.” He pulls your pants and panties off of you and he takes off his suit.

He continues to play with you which gives you an idea. With your free hand you reach down and grip him. He thrusts in your hand as you open your legs and feel him move the hood of your clit back and teases just the head. You release your other breast and you move Miguel so his back was against the web.

You stroke him with both of your hands and Miguel continues to reach for you but you move and focus on him. You lean down and you take him in your mouth, causing him grip the back of your neck and guides your head quickly.

You loved it when he was a little rough during sex, and to know now that you’re going to have this all the time, made you dripping wet.

You let him fuck your face as you relax your throat so you don’t gag. You hear Miguel’s light whimpers and you make sure your mouth was at the base. “S…stop, amor.” He begs you. You release him from your mouth and you mount him.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought you were going to make me sweat?” You make sure your pussy was against the head of his dick and you slide up the length as he holds your hips. His eyes were low as if he were high on something.

Then again he was high off of you. You go to slide him inside but move and you stroke him with just your wet lips. Miguel’s head rolls back and he grips your hips with his nails.

“No juegues conmigo niña. Get on this dick and ride me.” Miguel says as he moves you forward. The command in his voice made you almost come right then and there.

He slips in easily and you placed your hands on his chest, keeping yourself upright and you move your hips with his help. Miguel’s hands slowly moves to your ass and he stares at you, like he’s about to go crazy.

But he’s calm, which makes your heart rate rise. He slaps your ass a little which makes you shiver as you move your hips and lean down to kiss him. He stops you however and smirks. “Now I’m going to make you sweat.” He webs your hands above you and he moves your ass faster as he thrusts up.

His eyes rolls back as you tug at the webbing because you wanted to touch Miguel. You needed to touch him while he fucked you like this.

“Te haré sudar, mi amor. Te haré sudar.” He says as he grips your hips tighter. You know you’re going to be bruised and sore after this. Miguel was staring up at you and you let out a moaning request for him to cut the webs.

“No.” Was all he said as he reaches down and rubs you. “Ahora ven por mí.” He tells you which causes you to bite your bottom lip and make a huge mess on his dick and pelvis.

He leans up and he kisses your neck. “Mmm, no you’re not sweating enough for me, amor.” He moves you up he gets behind you. “Mi-baby what are you doing?” You ask feeling a bit weak.

“Oh I’ve worked up quite the appetite so I’m going to feast on this back here.” He parts your ass and you feel his tongue.

Fuck this felt sinful. The way this man could tongue both of your holes, made you want to speak in tongues.

You feel him make your back arch and your body clenched up tight as you try to yank that webbing off of your hands.

His tongue was doing wonders in your ass and against your lips. “Miguel….Miguel baby, I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna come.” You moan out as he licks deeper. He moans as he shakes his head and you just whimper as your come drip down your leg.

Miguel places his chin against your shoulder and he bites your ear. “My pretty little soon to be wife, seems sweaty. But maybe I should try one more thing.”

You were tired but this man made you want more, all because you are addicted to him. He turns your face to him and he kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue and that gets you moaning. As he goes to touch your cunt you jerk because it’s tender and sensitive.

“Qué pasa, mi amor? Is it sensitive? Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head because you didn’t want him to stop. “I know you don’t, I know you can take my touch. I know you can take anything I give you.” He rubs you again and your legs twitch. You close your eyes and with just two strokes to the clit you come again for the third time. Making you just hang there.

Miguel chuckles and he kisses your temple, letting you down from the web. “Are you warm, amor?” You give a grunted yes and he laughs. “I’m sorry, mi vida. But I told you I’d make you sweat.” He wraps you in his arms and he lays with you. “Estás feliz?” He asks as you two watch the sun set.

“Of course I am. Are you?” He gives you a look. “I am the happiest man right now because of you. Actually I’ll be happy the day we say I do.” You two lay there in silence but ten minutes later you sit up and poke Miguel in the center of his chest. “Yes amor?”

“Can we g…go home. Now I’m really freezing.” Miguel quickly gets up and he helps you get dressed….

••••

“I really don’t want to go.” You moan as you look through your closet and take another gulp of your green juice. “Why don’t you just not go then?” Erica asks as she plays with a piece of string with Milo.

“Because my boss will be pissed with me if I don’t go and I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be on Howard Stark’s shit list.” You reply as you pick up a black dress. “Not that one. What about that white one?” Erica points out as she lets Milo play with the string fully.

“I don’t know about that o-” Erica gets up and she plucks that dress off of the hanger and holds it up against your body. “Yeah, this’ll make that little uppity bitch sweat. I bet you she’s gonna wear some outlandish dress so she stands out and everyone is going to be wearing black. You’ll stand out and make sure your fiancé, ah I can’t believe you two are getting married, anyways make sure he wears something that makes him look like he just stepped out of Milan or something. Wait! Wait! I see the vision! Hold on!” Erica runs out of the room and you look at Milo as he stares up at you.

“That’s your mama, Milo I don’t know what she’s doing either.” You look back at the dress and walk over to your mirror. The dress did look pretty and you knew it would turn heads.

“Alright, I got the edge control. I got the hair jewelry, and I got the makeup. When you want this to happen?” Erica asks as she stands there at your door. “I have to go shower first, so let me do that. And the dinner isn’t even until eight tonight.”

“Okay, you don’t have that much time. I wanna make you look cute. Now hurry and shower I need to set up my stations. Milo, baby you might wanna leave I might get carried away and give you some straight backs.” Milo immediately leaped off of your bed and ran out making the both of you laugh. You go to the bathroom and get ready for your shower.

You made sure your hair was in place and your dangle earrings were on. “If you’d let me give you some lashes then you’re-” You stop Erica right there. “No, I let you put lashes on me one time our senior year and I almost lost an eye.”

“Girl, beauty is pain. Plus you’re being dramatic.” You narrow your eyes at her. “I had a corner of a lash stuck in my eye and when I yanked it out that thing was bleeding.”

“Monica would’ve kept those lashes on.” Erica comments as you slide on your heels. “Monica would’ve gotten drunk and lost those lashes.” You retort. “Yeah, you’re right she would’ve. Can I just say I am going to miss you when you get married?”

You turn to Erica and you see she looked a bit sad. “Erica, you do know that we’re still gonna hang out right?” She shrugs. “I know, but like you won’t be living here anymore. Why do I have to be so damn emotional today? Got me crying in this bitch.”

You walk over to her and you hug her. “Awe E. Don’t think like that. I’m always going to be there for you and we can still have our sleepovers if you want. And think of this, say we have our own kids in the future, we can literally have our kids grow up and be best friend like us.” She pouts and hugs you back.

“That sounds nice. I’d like that. But you need to hurry up and have my niece or nephew, because I’m pregnant now.” You let go of her and you look at her stomach.

“W? Wait! What?” Erica nods and you both scream. “Are you serious? How many months?” You ask as you hug her again. “Well I’m not too far along only two months. Dennis is terrified but, I want this baby. I want to be more than a cat mom.”

You look down at her barely bump stomach and you kneel. “Hi in there. I’m your Auntie Tommie. Wait this baby’s ears aren’t even developed yet. Oh well. Hi! When you’re born I’m going to take you to your first science museum! And your mom! She’s going to so much fun, but don’t let her put lashes on you until you’re at least twenty-five.” Erica laughs and you see tears running down her face.

“T, you have no idea how happy I am that you’re my sister from another mister.” You stand up and you hug her. “I’m glad I’m your sister too. And you and Dennis are going to be the best parents. Oh my god we have a baby shower to plan, but before that a gender reveal. Did you tell Monica and Jerry? Oh god this baby is going to get so spoiled, can I buy them their first science set?”

“T! Calm down. This kid isn’t even here yet. But I’m happy they have this love right now. And no I haven’t told Monica and Jerry yet. I will but for now let me just…” She pins your hair up with a clip that looks like a spider with a red gem in the center. “Perfect.” She turns you so that you’re facing the mirror and you gasp.

“Erica, thank you…” She kisses the side of your head. “Hey don’t go crying wide head. I don’t need you messing up my masterpiece.” She hugs you and that’s when you hear knocking.

“That must be Miguel. I’ll tell you all about the dinner. Especially the juicy stuff. You tell her as you grab your things on your way out of your room. “Only tell me if you sock Dumb-Dana in the mouth. Have fun!” Erica calls out to you as you head out the door.

Miguel was wearing a handsome dark blue suit with a ruby red shirt underneath. “You look, muy guapo.” You say as you smooth down his collar. “Gracias mi amor. You look amazing.” You accept the compliment and you two have small talk while getting to Miguel’s car.

Once in the car you turn to him as he lets the car warm up. “So Erica is expecting.” You tell him. “Congratulations to her and Dennis, I’m sure they’ll do a great job by their baby.”

“Yeah, I know they’ll be great parents. I can’t wait to meet that little person. And tell them how cool their mom is. It’s so great that there’s these big life events happening to us.”

“The future is going to be full of wonderful things, I’m sure.” Miguel pulls out of his parking spot and when you check the time you see you two have twenty minutes to get to Le Rose.

“How are you feeling, amor?” Miguel asks as he makes a right turn. “How do I feel about tonight or how I feel about having to be in the same room as Dana D’Angelo?”

“Ambas.” He answers. You sigh. “I feel good because of my outfit…so this is random but I seen Dana the other day and she seemed pissed about seeing my engagement ring. I had to gloat a little with that. So knowing that she will see you with me tonight makes me feel good too.”

“When you seen her, did she say why she was there?” Miguel sounded a bit off so when you look at you you see him staring hard ahead of him. “Just to make sure that Mr Stark and I were still going to the charity event…oh she has this thing where she keeps inviting me out. I always tell her no but she seemed adamant on me going with her.”

You see Miguel gripping the steering wheel and you place your hand on his. “Hey, if I did something wrong I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “No amor, you didn’t do anything wrong but when we get there I’m going to have a talk with Dana.”

“Miguel you do-”

“No, she needs to know her place when it comes to you. I’m getting tired of her bullshit and she needs to know that I never nor will I ever want her.” He says in a cool tone. You feel as if what he just said had another meaning to it and you want to ask but you don’t want to upset him more than he is.

Tonight is going to be interesting…

As you two step inside and give your names you frown at the decor. “Why pumpkins?” You ask out loud. “Ah, Tommie, I’m so happy you could make it.” Mrs Stark says to you as she leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s so nice to see you Maria, is there room at your table?” You ask as Miguel speaks to the bodyguard. “Of course, there’s always room for you. And oh my goodness.” She points to your ring and you show her your hand and smile. “Is he?” She looks over at Miguel as he walks over and you tell her yes. “Maria this is my fiancé, Miguel O’Hara. Miguel this is Mr Stark’s wife.”

“You can call me Maria. And I see you two will make a very beautiful couple. If I can give one tiny bit of advice, when you two get married, make sure you two always stay honest with each other. It makes all the difference.”

Miguel just gives a nod and you tell her of course. “Also Tommie our table is by the left corner, it has the big purple pumpkin on it.” You stop her there. “Question why the pumpkin theme?”

“Oh the theme represents the harvesting of souls. At least that’s what the invitation had read. It’s an odd theme but I’ve heard that the D’Angelo family is a bit eccentric. Oh if you two would excuse me I see my son has finally shown up.” Maria Stark walks away and you look around feeling off.

“Amor, let’s get you seated you look a bit ill. We’ll stay only for a while, show our faces and then we can leave.”

“That’s sounds perfect. Maria said the table had a purple pumpkin on it.” The two of you find the table and as you sit down you, Miguel asks a waiter if they can bring you a glass of water.

As you wait you look at the purple pumpkin and frown because why did the theme have to deal with pumpkins?

“Hello Miguel. Tommie.” You look away from the pumpkin and see Dana wearing a bright lime green dress.

Erica was right she would wear something outlandish.

“Dana.” You give her an up down look, not caring if you’re polite. You just feel off and you just don’t know why. “Miss D’Angelo.” Miguel gives a half hearted greeting and she sits down besides him. “I’m so thrilled you two could make it. The night festivities are going to be out of this world. You remember the last time you came with me, Miguel? You had fun.”

“No, I didn’t. Dana you have this thing where you need to control the situation in your favor. And I’m done. You leave my wife and I alone. Now please leave.” Dana gave Miguel such an evil glare it made you feel a bit scared.

Her eyes then land on you and she smiles, but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I have a feeling you’re going to see a whole new side to this monster.” She gets up and you swear you caught a glimpse of green in her eyes.

She walks away and the waiter brings you the glass of water. You take a sip and take a deep breathe. When you go to speak you see Miguel glaring at Dana, she was across the room talking to Tony Stark.

“Miguel stop that.” You tell him. “Lo siento, amor.” He looks away and rubs your arms. “You know what, let’s just go. Maria seen us so we can get away with that.”

“If that is what you want mi corazón then let’s go.” You stand up and your bladder feels heavy. That was definitely from the green juice you had while getting ready earlier.

“I’ll go use the bathroom and then we can go.” You tell Miguel while he stands as well. “Oh I saw a sign that said the bathrooms were down that hall.” Miguel walks you to where the bathrooms are and you start to go inside. “Baby could you grab my purse from the table? I was in a rush.”

“Of course, mi amor. I’ll wait right here when I’ve grabbed it.” You smile at him and you rush inside going into the second stall.

You sigh in relief when you use the bathroom. Once your bladder is empty, you clean yourself up and smooth your dress down. You hear someone enter the bathroom as you exit the stall. You go to wash your hands but you jump as you see Dana standing there with a smile on her face.

“Holy sh-Dana! What the-why are you just standing there?” Where is Miguel? He would never let this girl in here. You wonder as you wash your hands. “Do you like the theme tonight? I did it especially for you.” She says ignoring your question.

You frown looking at her in the mirror. “Okay Dana I’m not in the mood for this. I’m tired and I’m going home.” You turn and she was right in front of you.

How did she move so fast?

“Just answer my question, and you can get some rest I promise.” She says making you feel uncomfortable. “I don’t really think it matters if I like the theme, but it’s not my cup of tea. Pumpkins freak me out ever since-“

“The green goblin.” Her smile seems to widen as you take a step back. “Y..yeah. The green goblin. Look I need to go so-”

Dana swiftly moves so that you’re trapped. “Tommie, I must say for someone who is smart you sure are fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?” You scowl at her but Dana just keeps smiling. “You heard me. The pumpkins, the color scheme. I swear Scooby doo would know what this all means. But let me give you a hint.” She looks at you and her eyes turn into a pale ghost green.

You jerk back from her letting your back hit the wall. You start to hyperventilate and she moves in. “That can’t be-you can’t be the-”

“I am the Green Goblin and as promised you can get some rest.” Without hesitation, Dana grabs you by the throat and she squeezes causing you to claw at her arms. But her grip was strong. She leans in close to your ear and she chuckles.

“I think it’s time the three of us have a little reunion don’t you think, Tommie?” In one swift move she throws you into the sink knocking you out cold…

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Bestie. Babe. What about dom mafia Bucky finds out innocent reader is actually a spy??? Or something like that??? Please omg I’ve been trying so hard to write something like this but literally I have nothing

Praying to my daddy and saviour Bucky Barnes that this is any good for you my sweet @bunnyscraft ❤️

This is my first time dipping a toe into the world of Dark!Bucky so I hope it's ok 🤞🏻 Bucky is narsty in this one but hopefully not so narsty that we don't still love him with our weak sappy hearts!

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, mean Bucky, bondage, overstim (always and forever), reader did a bad thing and now she's gotta face up to it 🙈 gun is mentioned but never used; spanking; spitting and a little bit of breath holding

Please don't read if Dark isn't your thing. I'm not responsible for your content consumption, you are sweetie ❤️

Requests are open

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He had been sitting on this revelation for a week now. It was almost like he was enjoying the pain of your betrayal. That's what Sam suggested after three days had passed since he broke the news of your double cross and Bucky had failed to act.

Maybe Sam was right? He should bring it up, but every time he had an opportunity he looked at your pretty doe eyes and decided against putting a bullet between them.

But no one betrays Bucky Barnes without suffering the consequences. You had to pay the price.

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You had received a text from Bucky, asking to join him in the little summerhouse in the gardens, he wanted you in a pretty little skirt and nothing else. You skipped along happily a familiar tingle in your tummy as you walked past the pool and into the echoey room.

"Hi Bucky" you said sweetly as he let you press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled and led you to a little chair in the middle of the room. "How are you Princess? You feeling ok today" he muttered as you sat and he clicked some restraints around your wrist, then your ankles. He pressed a kiss to your lips and you nodded, not able to stop shivering with excitement as he stepped away from you.

"You recognise that chair babygirl?" He said, leaning against the wall. You looked down and cringed when you saw old, dried blood on the restraints. "This is the naughty chair, for Daddy's enemies" you said, your brow furrowing in confusion.

"That's right baby, this chair is for people who have hurt me, do you understand?" You shook your head as your palms began to sweat. You realised Sam was in the room then and he passed Bucky a file.

In that file held all the evidence of your betrayal. Bucky dropped papers on your lap, with emails you had sent to his rival Brock, pictures of you meeting in various rendezvous, Brock's arm wrapped around your waist and you smiling up at him.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you jerked against the binds. "Bucky... Daddy.. it wasn't - isn't like that... Please let me explain" you sobbed as he stared at you, his jaw tensing in a rage you had never seen before.

He grabbed your face and squeezed until he was almost crushing your cheeks, "this picture was taken last week..." He held up an image of you and Brock at a museum, his hand pressed on your ass, claiming you. "And this message, sent only on Friday, right around the time of our little dinner date, remember baby? Where you told me how much you loved me?"

You cried out in pain, both from his hands and his words. "It's not like that, it's different, please Bucky-". His hand smacked across your cheek and you sobbed loudly, body rattling as you felt true fear pulsing through you.

"I'm your girl, I'm your girl, I do love you, I do" you whimpered over and over, trying to get him to see sense, to believe you. You loved him so much, things had just gotten out of hand, you didn't want Brock. If you could just explain...

He grabbed your face again, forcing you to look at him. "I don't think I believe you, little girl. Think you lie as easily as you squirt on my fat dick. But I know how to get you talking straight don't I? Know how to treat Brock's little whore just right huh? Until she does just what I say?" He hissed at you and you cried more, begging him for mercy, promising your loyalty.

"Bring me the gag, she doesn't need to speak yet and I don't wanna hear another fucking word" he snarled and Sam handed him your pink ball gag, a cruel reminder of all Bucky had given and all that was potentially about to be taken away.

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Thanks to your skimpy attire you were totally at his mercy, something you had been looking forward to before this all began.

He did many of the things you would usually enjoy, but with all the rage and none of the love he usually had. Well perhaps that wasn't strictly true but the rage was definitely stronger.

He pressed a thick rubber cock into your pussy, thrusting it in and out as Sam wrapped his thick arm around your neck, minimising your supply of air, bringing the pleasure in your pussy to new heights. You flexed your fingers as the pressure built, but neither of them relented. You came, eyes rolling and a muffled scream behind your gag and spit drenched your chest. Bucky continued to thrust and he played with your nipples, pinching and pulling harshly at the sensitive skin. He landed slaps to them, to your cheeks and your thighs. He made you count on your fingers, every spank that landed on your aching skin. You lost count after 20, and watched as redness blossomed across your skin.

You stared at Bucky, your eyes praying for mercy, for him to relent. He locked eyes, then spat in your face, thrusting harder and deeper. You came again despite the sensitivity and you thrashed against the binds.

"Such a good little whore hmm? Never keep me waiting do you Princess?" You nodded and moaned at him, tears welling again. "Like being used huh? Like being trained into my little fucktoy?" You nodded again and he laughed. "Does Brock treat you like this? Does he treat you like I do?" You shook your head with vigour and sucked in a shaky breath.

"Let's ask him huh?"

You blinked away tears as Bucky and Sam stepped away from you. You watched as Bucky pulled out your burner phone and tapped on the screen, then snapped a picture of you. You heard the whoosh of it being sent away.

"While we wait for his reply let's get you to that special place in your head huh baby? The place where you can't lie to your daddy?"

You nodded, praying that you could give him the answer he wanted, that your stupid, stupid brain would be able to prove you were his girl. Not Brock's. Not Brock's. Not Brock's...

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It had been an hour. You had watched the little clock on the wall through blurry, tear filled eyes. Bucky had strapped a vibrator to you and he and Sam had left.

There was no escape, no relief, just endless buzzing, bringing you to peak after peak. It hurt, it ached and you cried and still you reached another peak.

You finally heard footsteps and Bucky walked in through the door, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, black trousers straining against his thick thighs. How you would kill to be sat on his lap, his best girl again.

He said nothing as he turned off the device and untied the gag. He hushed you as you began to babble nonsense at him. He sank two fingers into your mouth and let you suck, your mind foggy now, eager to please him. His thumb rubbed at your jaw, easing a little of the pain you felt.

Eventually he removed his fingers and dragged a chair to sit in front of you. "I'm gonna ask you now for the truth, and I swear to god baby, if you lie, I'll put a bullet between those beautiful eyes. You understand me?" To emphasise his point he brought out his gun, and rested it on your lap.

You nodded and leant into his hand as he brushed stray hair out of your face. Your glassy eyes focusing on his piercing blue ones. All you had to do was tell the truth, that was it.

"I want to know how this all started, how you ended up fucking me and Brock at the same time, tell me that sweet thing?"

You nodded and took a shuddering breath, throat aching from the crying and screams. "Was with him before you... Told me to trick you... Said you were bad and I would be helping him... Loved him then daddy... But not now..."

You whimpered and more tears came. He brushed them away and brought your face up to look at him again. "More baby, need to hear more..."

Breathing in again you pressed a soft kiss to his palm and continued. "At first it was easy, just told him little secrets. But then I realised... Loved you daddy, didn't want to trick you anymore. But I was scared. Scared of him and you. So I would see him... Take him some little secret that didn't seem to matter... Kept trying to tell him I didn't know anything, so he got angry. Had to... Had to be a bad girl... Didn't wanna daddy... Told me if I stopped he would tell you... Didn't want that...."

Bucky stood and walked around the room, rage pulsing through every vein. He fucking believed you. He had to, you couldn't lie to him when you were like this. You were his good girl after all.

Brock hadn't responded to the text and word had it, he'd gone underground. If anything that proved you were telling the truth. Brock could bully a silly thing like you, but he was no match for Bucky. He would leave you to take the blame and resurface unscathed months later.

Well Bucky had already sent Steve out to sort that problem. Brock would be dead by the end of the night. You were a different problem all together.

"I'm so sorry Daddy" you cried, your whimpers echoed round the room and your knees shook so hard his gun fell to the floor with a clatter the sound of it making you sob harder. Suddenly your wrists and ankles were free and he pulled you into his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and clawed at his shirt, wiping your messy face into the expensive fabric. He pressed a kiss to your head as you continued to cry until you had nothing left but little hiccups and swollen eyes.

"Hush baby, I know you're sorry" he murmured, fingers running through your hair as his other hand ran soothingly along your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a desperate kiss, his mouth quickly dominating yours. He kissed you hard, biting your lips, and pushing you until you were laid flat out on the cool floor.

He pulled away and hovered over you. His fingers traced over your lips, "who owns these lips baby?" You kissed his fingers and whispered, "you daddy." He repeated the action over your breasts and made his way to you ass and pussy. "Who does this cunt belong to princess?"

You shivered, aching for him, afraid of what might happen. "It's all your's daddy, only for you." You whined again as he unzipped his pants and pressed his cock into your aching hole. "Louder, slut, need everyone out there to hear it, so they know you can be trusted again, scream it little girl."

You obeyed, not really much choice about it. You clawed at his arm as he fucked you, any clarity you had was being eroded away as his cock filled you, creating a bulge in your stomach, with his unrelenting thrusts. "I'm gonna forgive you baby" he growled, "but things have changed now sweetheart, now you gotta make a fucking promise... And if you break that promise..." He punctuated his last sentence with deeper, harder thrusts that made your walls spasm almost painfully around him.

"Well let's say it'll be bad for you... You're mine now, just mine. Gonna keep that pussy filled, mouth stuffed, ass full. You ain't ever gonna know what day of the week it is, where you are, nothing. All you need to know is where your daddy's cock is. Understand me princess?"

You whined and writhed on his cock, desperate to escape the pressure but he didn't let you. "Do you hear me little slut? Do you understand?" You came hard and screamed your consent to his offer, feeling him fill you up to the brim. He still kept you tight on him as he pressed soft kisses to you forehead.

"Good girl, no more tears now, Daddy's got you, daddy's gonna keep you just like this." You nodded and let him kiss you more, returning his kisses, whispering "yes daddy...only yours daddy" in between his kisses.

You pushed at his shoulders, begging for relief, but he shushed you. "Told you princess, this is mine now, so be a good girl and keep still, daddy's gonna take care of you."

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obsessedwithceleste · 19 hours

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Daisy Chains and Kept Promises

George Weasley x reader

Based on this request🫶🏽

Summary: George Weasley was never one to break a promise. Especially not one sealed by a daisy chain ring.

word count: 3.2k

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It was the first sunny afternoon in what seemed like forever, but in reality had only been a few days, and the residents of the burrow were eager to escape onto the vibrant, green lawn.

“Fred, George you stay out of trouble now!” Molly shouted from the kitchen as you run out the door with the twins.

“Come on now, it’s our last summer before they ship us off to Hogwarts! We gotta make the most of it!” Fred replies, sprinting out to the shed where the Weasleys stored all their brooms.

“Hurry up Georgie, or I’m taking the good broom!” You tease as you race past the other boy, snatching the best broom from the rack before he has the chance to protest.

“Aw c’mon! Why’s she always get the good one?” Ron complains as he catches up with you all.

“Oh shut it Ronald,” George retorts, not bothering to give his youngest brother a second glance.

The four of you spend the afternoon zooming across the field, a beat up quaffle tossed between you in carefree bliss as the sun shines down on you and Ginny watches from the ground below.

Eventually you all tire and you find yourself lying in the shade of the old oak tree that loomed over the garden. Thankfully the rain had scared off the gnomes that had a habit of sneaking into the garden for a tasty treat.

“Show me how to make those daisy crowns? Like the muggles?” Ginny asks, bringing over fists full of the little white flowers.

“Not now Ginny,” Fred sighs, rolling his eyes at the young girl.

“No, no, we can do it now,” you argue, patting the ground next to you, gesturing for the younger girl to sit beside you.

“Yeah, let her stay,” George agrees, smiling fondly at you.

Fred snorts at his brother, eyes rolling once more.

“You always side with her, you’re supposed to be my twin! How are you two going to survive without each other?” Fred retorts, leaning back against the tree.

“It’ll only be a year, then y/n can join us in the fun,” George replies happily.

“Oh at this point you might as well just marry her,” Fred responds with a huff.

You feel your cheeks begin to grow red and you turn to focus all your attention on the young girl beside you, showing her how to intricately wrap the stems together to form a chain of daisies.

You’d known the twins for as long as you could remember. You’d practically grown up with them. Your father Remus did the best he could raising you on his own, he really did, but it was hard. Especially on full moons. The Weasleys always took you in on those nights, often resulting in you staying for days while Remus recovered.

George had had a soft spot for you since the beginning, always being the slightly softer twin while Fred was more severe and brash. You could remember a particularly bad night when it had been storming, the loud thunder making you shake with fear. George had stayed up with you all night, making sure the storm didn’t get you. You had been seven at the time.

It had started back then you supposed, your little crush. It had confused you at first as you had thought of all the boys as your brothers, but now, at the ripe old age of ten, you could tell that Georgie was different from the other Weasley boys.

“There!” George announces excitedly, shaking you from your thoughts as he brandishes a single daisy up into the air, its stem tied rather roughly in a small circle.

Without warning, he grasps onto your hand, sliding the makeshift ring onto your finger, looking rather pleased with himself.

“There. You’re my wife now,” he says proudly as you stare at the little flower adorning your finger.

“You didn’t do it right! You have to ask her to be your wife. Everyone knows that!” Ginny exclaims, watching the two of you with a dopey little grin on her face.

“Oh. Right. Y/n, will you be my wife?” Georgie asks, batting his eyes dramatically at you and sticking out his bottom lip.

“Yes I will,” you reply with a laugh, admiring the pretty daisy that now sat on your finger.

“You two are so gross,” Fred says, making a face.

“Oh, oh! Do the promises! The ones where you say I do!” Ginny urges excitedly, clapping her hands.

“Alright. Do you promise to always laugh at my jokes, always be there for me when I need you, and always take my side when we argue with Fred?” George asks.

Fred begins to make dramatic gagging sounds.

“I do.” You reply with a giggle as Fred just glares at you. “And do you promise to always make me smile, always protect me, and always make me hot chocolate when I can’t sleep?”

“I do.”

It was dark. The whole house was dark really. All the time. Dimly lit and constantly smelling like mold and rotting wood. And the furniture seemed to be permanently damp, the coldness settling into your bones.

You hated it here at Grimmauld Place. The constant shrieking of decrepit, old portraits, the eerie feeling of constantly being watched. The only positive attribute about living in this wretched place was the fact that Remus had never been happier.

It had taken months to do it, but after Harry had been able to help Sirius escape the dementors, Dumbledore had inconspicuously been able to move Sirius into Grimmauld place where you had been staying ever since.

It had been strange at first, no doubt. You had only just met the man, but he grew on you quickly. Like a fungus. You loved seeing how comfortable he made Remus who visibly softened whenever the other man was near. And you hadn’t seen Remus smile as wide or as often, well ever. You could tell that the two of them were just meant to be side by side, and honestly, that was enough for you. Especially in dark times like these.

“Lighten up love, we have a surprise for you before dinner,” Remus announces, entering the drawing room where you sat wrapped in a pile of blankets, a book in hand as you tried to ignore the screeching bag lady in entry way portrait.

“Is it another one of those horrendous sweaters that Sirius keeps digging up from somewhere?” You ask, nose scrunching at the thought of another one of the putrid smelling things being presented to you. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you detested the nasty things, so you had been giving them to Kreacher to dispose of rapidly. “I know I keep telling him that they’re lovely, but how many of the things does he think I need?”

Remus just laughs, shaking his head. “I’ve told him to move onto something else, but he’s determined to fill your wardrobe I think. But no. It’s not another sweater. For now at least. No, I do believe you’ll quite enjoy this little surprise.” He tells you before leaving you to your book and your thoughts.

Dinner time couldn't come fast enough as you eagerly eyed the clock every fifteen minutes, only to be disappointed by how little time had gone by.

About thirty minutes before the three of you usually ate dinner, you began hearing a chorus of voices coming from the entry way. And not the familiar voices of the Black family portraits.

"Well where is she then?" a loud voice asks.

Hearing the voice, you immediately perk up, not quite believing you'd heard correctly. This place might be driving you mad.

"Oh bloody hell mate, don't seem too eager now," comes the sarcastic response.

You'd know those voices anywhere. Practically throwing yourself from the couch, you eagerly scramble to the door and down the staircase to be greeted by the whole Weasley family grinning up at you.

"Look Georgie, there's your wife, don't get your knickers in a twist now," Fred scoffs.

You fly into George's arms, sighing contentedly as his arms wrap securely around you.

"Well hello to you too," you hear him laugh as he gives you another squeeze before releasing you.

You hadn't seen him, or the other Weasley's for that matter, in what felt like ages. He and Fred had grown their hair out, and you didn't quite remember them being so tall last you saw them. His smile never changed though.

Bashfully, you greet the rest of the Weasley bunch, even Fred giving you a quick hug, before rubbing the top of your head affectionately and effectively tossling up your hair. You stick your tongue out at the boy in response, batting his hand away.

"I missed you all, so much! I've been going absolutely bonkers being here alone for so long," you tell them.

"Well not to worry love, we'll be here all summer. Hermione too, though she's not coming for another few weeks." George tells you.

Feeling eyes on you as you laugh with the boys, turning to see both Sirius and Remus gazing at you intently, eyes flickering between you and George.

Sirius silently points at you, then George before drawing a line across his neck with his finger before giving you a wink. You feel heat creeping into your cheeks as you turn back to the boys.

"What are you all doing here?" you ask eventually as the adults begin to file into the kitchen.

"Came to be used as house elves of course," Fred replies, earning him a nudge from George.

"Mum said that Sirius volunteered the house to be headquarters for the Order," Ron butts in.

"Yeah, then mum volunteered us to help clean the place up," Ginny adds.

You make a face at that.

"We have a lot of work to do then, this place is disgusting," you tell them, leading them up the stairs to the room you'd been staying in. On your way up the stairs, George's hand never leaves yours, fingers intertwined as you guide him up the dusty staircase.

"Long as there aren't any spiders," Ron replies, eyeing the spiraling stairs with suspicion.

You just look back at the boy with concern, pity overtaking your face as his own face turns pale.

For once Grimmauld place was silent. A rare luxury you'd found, especially since the Weasley's had moved in. Not that you minded, the red headed family made the grim, old place feel alive and vibrant. Something you thought the it needed desperately. But you liked the quiet too.

It had been a strange couple of weeks as everyone, the adults especially, seemed to be on high alert. And who could blame them? Hermione had just moved in, sharing a room with you and Ginny. You could hear their breathing now as you stared up at the dark ceiling above.

After the Weasley's arrival, you had all spent countless hours decluttering Grimmauld place. Sweeping, dusting, banishing the more mouthy portraits to the attic. It was hard work, but you had loved every second of it with George making you laugh until you keeled over, tears streaming down your face. His presence just made everything better. You thought so at least.

In the darkened room, your mind drifts to the conversation you had heard between the adults just hours ago. It definitely wasn't a conversation you had been meant to overhear, but Georgie had given you a pair of extendable ears that he and Fred had developed, and you just couldn't help yourself.

"Oh really Sirius, they've all practically grown up together, George would never do anything to hurt her," Molly had said.

At the mention of George's name, you just had to find out what they were talking about.

"We never said he was going to do anything malicious, we just don't want to see her get hurt," Remus replied with a heavy sigh.

Her?

"They're practically adults, you can't protect her forever. So what if they fancy each other? They're not children!" Molly retorts.

"Oh that's rich coming from you. Just the other day you were going on about young witches and wizards rushing into marriage during the first war. And how many times have you told the twins that they're forbidden from joining the Order hmm? They're adults, Molly, you can't protect them forever," Sirius responds.

"Oh but at least I've done all I can to protect them up to this point. What have you done for y/n? Nothing. Because you've been locked up!" Molly spits. You can hear the fury in her voice.

Your fists ball up in rage at her comments. None of it was Sirius's fault. He didn't do anything wrong. How dare she?

"That's enough!" you hear Remus cut in, a sharpness in his voice that you hadn't heard before. "We weren't coming to attack George, or the way you raised any of the children. We were simply raising our concerns, as any good parents would. Now that we've made our point, if you don't wish to interfere, fine. We won't either."

After that the only thing you had heard was the shuffling of feet as they abandoned the dining room. They had most definitely been talking about you. No doubt about it. You hadn't realized they were concerned about you. They never said anything. And it was only Georgie. The two of you had been married for six years now. In all the ways that mattered to you at least. He would never hurt you. In fact, he'd made it a promise.

Mind racing and unable to sleep, you slip out of bed, careful not to make a sound as you slowly creep to the drawing room that you so often took refuge in. To your surprise however, a dim light was already flickering inside when you approached, and a familiar head of red hair sat facing away from you on the sofa.

"Georgie?" You whisper cautiously, not wanting to spook him.

His head turns in surprise, but his face lights up when he sees you.

"What are you doing this up this late, love?" he asks.

"I could ask you the same."

"Fair enough. Just a lot on my mind I suppose."

"Me too," you reply.

A silence falls between the two of you as you stand, watching mesmerized as the light flickers on and off of the boy's handsome face.

"Want me to make you a hot chocolate?" George asks finally.

A smile grows on your face and you instantly perk up at the mention of your favorite treat. George always knew how to put you to sleep, and he always made the best hot chocolate. Nodding enthusiastically, the two of you make your way down to the kitchen where George begins gathering supplies.

One thing you'd always admired about him was that he never minded doing things the muggle way. While Fred was always quick to magic his way through things, George was content taking his time.

"Help stir the milk so it doesn't burn?" he asks, gesturing to the pot now on the stove.

You silently take the wooden spoon from his hand, fingers brushing ever so slightly, before focusing on the task at hand. George sets out two mugs on the counter before helping you melt in the chocolate.

It all felt terribly domestic. As if there wasn't a sociopathic murderer on the loose. Like it was just the two of you.

It isn't long before George is pouring the dark liquid into the mugs, sprinkling in a few little marshmallows and a cinnamon stick or two and the both of you are retreating back up to the drawing room.

The first sip sends shivers of satisfaction down your spine as you lean into George who wraps his free arm around you. You pull a blanket over you and revel for a moment in the comfort.

"Care to share what's been on your mind?" George asks, breaking the silence.

"Only if you go first," you reply, not quite sure how to explain that he was really the only thing on your mind these days.

George just sighs. "It's nothing you we haven't told you before," He tells you. "Mum is just fighting for her life to keep Freddie and I out of the Order, but Moody agrees with us. We're of age. There's nothing she can do to stop us."

"Will you be safe?"

"Safe as can be. Mum has made sure they don't give us any real missions. Just patrolling Diagon Alley since that's where we set up shop."

You simply nod your head, letting it fall against the boy's chest as you feel his even breathing and let it overtake you. You'd never admit it out loud, but you were grateful for Molly to an extent. The twins had an abysmal lack of self preservation skills, and you didn't know what you would do if you lost Georgie.

"And what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You feel your shoulders shrug as you think carefully of what to say.

"I overheard our parents talking today," you mumble, not exactly sure where you were taking this.

"Oh?"

"Dads are worried about us," you tell him, hiding your face in his chest.

"Worried?"

"I dunno. They said something about your mum talking about how a lot of wizards and witches rushed into marriage during the first war, and there was a lot of talk about you being of age and what not. It got intense. There was a lot of yelling."

You feel George's chest rumble with soft laughter at your words.

"Well that's a silly thing to be worried about considering we've been married for years now at this point," he says.

You're not sure if he's joking or not. Maybe the exhaustion was finally getting to you.

"I'm being serious Georgie. I didn't know they were so worried about me. And Sirius sounded so upset," you reply, sitting up to take another long sip of your hot chocolate.

"So am I." he responds, looking you dead in the eye. The usual mischievous gleam is gone this time and you know he's never been more serious about something. "You know I'm not one to break a promise."

The air grows heavy as you feel yourself freeze for a moment at his words before you sink back into his warm embrace.

"I still have it you know. Your ring. Your mum charmed it for me so it wouldn't wilt. She knew all along," you tell him.

"She tends to have a sixth sense when it comes to these kinds of things."

Another silence falls between the two, but this time, the silence brings comfort as you feel your eyes growing heavy. George tries to stifle a yawn, but it escapes anyway. It was later then you had realized.

"I'm glad it's real for you too," you murmur, leaning further into the boy as your eyes flutter close. Something about being in George's arms provided a sense of security you couldn't find anywhere else.

"It was always real. I'd never break a promise to you, love."

bby's first non-slytherin boy fic🫣

don't ask me if I edited this- the answer is no and I don't want to talk abt it💀

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lightlycareless · 8 months

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Au where y/n takes her daughter to go see the barbie movie 🥺🥺🥺

Heya anon!

I'm sorry I took a while to respond, but I never forgot about this ask!

I gotta say, I was happy when I got it; I was in the middle of a trip I didn't enjoy very much, so it gave me something to look forward to when I got back home! So thank you so much for this and your patience!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

As always, here is thy chapter warnings: pure fluff, a bit of... innuendos but like slightly, almost invisible, it's Y/N and Naoya being gross with one another, like a true couple lol. And some of the topics that the Barbie movie talks about.

Without any further ado, happy reading!

It took me a while to decide whether Y/N would take her daughter to watch the Barbie movie or not, considering its PG-13 (I’m going with the idea that she’s not a teenager yet, maybe around 7-8?) and it has some topics that someone that young might not understand or become frightened by them you know? At least that’s what I thought when trying to put myself in the situation if I had a kid that would want to see the movie.

But after going through that dilemma, I’ve finally decided that Y/N would definitely take her daughter to see it, but only once she checked some things first of course!!

Let’s set a bit of context first.

I’m assuming you must know what my fixation, or major one at least, is so imma say Y/N and Naoya met during college, fell in love, got married, and after a while (not so much, they wanted a family ASAP) and had a lovely daughter named Naomi 😊

Naoya is the “breadwinner” per se, the one that works most of the time to provide his family with a good lifestyle, and that he certainly did. He initially bought a small apartment when it was still just the two of you, because in your own words, “with him at the office, and yours in your, there’s no need for that many rooms.”

That immediately changed when your pregnancy was announced. If anything, it seemed there were not enough rooms now.

“Our baby needs a room to play with her toys. But what if she wants to draw, or paint?”

“We’ll set up a room for that, that way she won’t dirty her toys.”

“And if she wants to play with her plushies? I’m afraid she’ll get hurt by the soft-hard contrast of each other!”

“We can’t take any risks; I’ll order a plush upholstered room just for that—”

“No, all the rooms! What if she accidentally trips and hits herself?!”

Of course, they didn’t follow through with that, because after sharing their plans with fellow relatives, they were quickly talked out of it. Saying that it wasn’t for the good of the baby to grow up so sheltered, and their wallets. Something that Naoya didn’t really pay attention to, eventually convinced otherwise when suggested that instead of spending money on that, it could be saved in literally anything else.

Cue the expensive, never-ending gifts from Naoya. Whatever his girls wanted, they would get—he’s the next CEO to his family’s company, it would be stupid to act like he wasn’t!

Because he’s so doting in one aspect, he’s a bit reserved in the other, at least outwardly… and a bit inwardly too since this is all new territory for him—He didn’t grow up in a loving household where words and displays of affection would be done, but Naoya is really trying his best.

He still cares for you and Naomi, of course, he just lets money do the talking for him.

But worry not, where he lacks, that’s where you step in!

Taking the role of “stay at home mom” once announced your pregnancy, you’re the one that ends up all the time with Naomi, showering her affection, reminding her how much she’s loved by the two, as well as keeping Naoya up to date when he’s away.

Wherever Naomi went, pictures needed to be taken: either posing near the ducks of her favorite garden, showing off her new acquisition (you always bought something for her, whether she asked for it or not) or just enjoying a scoop of ice cream in a hot day, or when picking her up when school—didn’t matter, it had to be shared, and Naoya appreciated all of those pictures, keeping them in a dedicated album for him to look back on to when he’s feeling particularly down, although he always ends up a bit regretful because he wishes he could be there in person.

Because of your closeness to her, you’re the first person she runs to tell of her day, or whatever crosses her mind, thus Barbie comes into your life.

Outside of the craze that seemed to taint every living thing with pink, your closeness with her is what led you to learn that Naomi wants to see the Barbie movie, which you were more than happy to oblige to as you usually did, until of course, this became the first exception.

You always liked going to the movies with her because it usually meant an amazing day out altogether. It was either going to the park first, getting something to eat later, and watching a movie at the end of the day; or anything else really, whatever Naomi felt like doing—it didn’t really matter, because going out with her was enough for you.

In fact, as soon as Naomi came to you, with her big adorable golden eyes and her even cuter smile to tell you how she wanted to see Barbie —which you were waiting for, really, it’s what everyone has been talking about after all— you immediately pulled out your phone to buy tickets… but upon seeing the rating, you stopped.

It was the first time you’d have to tell her a maybe, instead of the decisive yes she was accustomed to, making her frown and pout out of confusion.

“Oh, it’s nothing! It’s just that I remembered I had some things already planned with my friends, but I’ll let you know when we can go, ok?” you smile, gently ruffling her hair before pulling her into a tight hug and peppering her cheeks with endless kisses, only ceasing when she whined you to stop.

You’d let her be soon after, while you… well, continued to debate whether to take her to the movie or not.

After all, the whole world seemed to be in on it: the dressing in pink, greeting each other Barbie, or Ken, blasting the classic song from Aqua and singing along to it… it was only natural that your cute daughter wanted to be on it too, hell, you even the parents of her classmates being on it too!!

As days went on, and you still had to make a decision, guilt began to settle inside you for having unwittingly made Naomi feel excluded.

You attempted to mend this by changing her school supplies to all pink, decorating her hair with pink accessories—clips, ribbons, diadems, you call it, she has it— or styling her uniform with whatever was allowed to be pink. Her school actually bent the rules to comply to the children’s wants, after being… “persuaded” by the parents to do so—talk about the privileges of being in a private institution!

It didn’t take long after that before Naoya was deeply intrigued by her daughter’s newest obsession; first it was some show she watched when she was younger, then it was zebras, and now, the color pink.

Ever the one to ignore things he considered mainstream, more so when they extended beyond his realm of interest, this caught him completely off guard; even getting the point of believing he was going mad because once he saw his daughter obsess with the color, he began to see it everywhere.

It was in Naomi’s school supplies, her clothes, even bedroom, everywhere he glanced, pink was in. Sure, by that point he was really intrigued to know the reason behind this craze, but it still wasn’t enough for him to ask.

If that’s what his baby wanted to be happy, then he’ll oblige. He wasn’t like those parents that didn’t have money to subsidy their children’s interests, so he was for sure not going to act like one.

His curiosity would only get the best of him one night when laying beside you in bed.

Naoya had other plans in mind for the night, which were quickly foiled upon seeing you hyper focused on nothing but your phone, scrolling through endless and endless pages of stores, social media, and articles, all relating to the cause behind his wonder: Barbie.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” he’d finally relent after minutes and minutes of being ignored, resting his head over your shoulder and draping an arm over your waist. “Surely your phone can’t be much more interesting that me.”

“No, of course not” You smirk, getting into a more comfortable position so he could see what you were looking at. “But I have to this first, or I won’t be able to sleep!”

“Is that what’s keeping you up at night?” you sigh.

“It’s Naomi—she wants to see the movie, but I don’t know if it’s the right thing.”

“What’s this?” he smirks “You? Telling her no? That’s a first.”

“And it hurts me to do it!” You pout, he kisses your cheek.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“Because the movie is actually much deeper than I thought, and I don’t know if our pumpkin is ready for that.”

“What the hell can a movie about dolls talk about?” he scoffs, voicing the same thought you had when seeing the rating.

“Very interesting topics, actually.” you explain, and he raises his eyebrows. “Social topics”

“Oh”

“Yeah, and I don’t know if she’s ready for them yet” you sigh again, before turning off your phone and putting it to the side, finally allowing you to snuggle against Naoya, who didn’t hesitate to move in a way that allowed your head to rest on his chest.

“I don’t recall ever worrying about those things when I was her age, but I guess it can only go two ways” you say.

“Which are…?”

“She either learns from this or is horrified by it!” you shrill “And I don’t want to scare her! If only could know what kind of reaction she’ll have beforehand!!”

“Why don’t you watch the movie first before deciding whether to take her or not?” he suggests, and at that moment, like the sun breaking the horizon, a new opportunity opens before you.

“That’s it! That’s exactly what I could do! And once I see it with my own eyes, I can debate whether it’s suitable for her or not” you look up to him, eyes glistening with excitement. “How about it, hm? Shall we go to the movies, like we used to back in the day?”

Naoya hesitates, for he doesn’t want to be seen watching that movie, but your pleading eyes, the same one Naomi uses when she wants something, as well as the cause behind it, gets through him, and soon finds himself complying to your demands—not like he didn’t do so anyways, but truly, you and his daughter have him wrapped around their finger.

“Alright” he murmurs with a pout. “I Guess I could clear up my schedule and go.”

You giggle, admiring how he loves to play hard to get, as if he wouldn’t drop everything for his family.

It’s quite charming, cute even, and you feel so lucky that only you can see that side of him. Although you wished he’d be a bit more open with Naomi…

“I knew I could trust you to clear up my mind” you smile, snuggling further against him. “My dear husband.”

“I’m glad I was of help, but…” he begins slowly, one of his hands sliding further and further down your body. “I know another way to clear up your mind, I can show you if you’d like.”

You bite your lower lip, face flustered as you around, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Well, we can’t be too sure.”

You end up buying tickets for a showing two the days after, the day Naoya took off to go with you—it’s one of the perks of being so high up the chain in his job, he doesn’t need to give explanations or why he’s not going to work, he can just do it and that’s it.

Doesn’t mean his co-workers won’t inquire about it, more so when his day off was in the most random of dates.

Knowing this, the two end up going to a theater of his choosing, far away from the ones he considered busy, but still up to his standards, and of course, with extra cautionary steps to avoid being followed by his pesky relatives, and subsequently recognized.

“Naoya, honey, this is too much.” You’d say when walking towards the entrance, hand-in-hand with your husband. “Don’t you think we’re… attracting too much attention like this?”

Naoya wanted to go undercover, discreetly as possible so as to avoid suspicions, although his definition of discreet greatly varied from one another.

While you decided to wear a pair of jeans, and a comfortable pink hoodie (gotta follow the trend)… Naoya decided to go full on… well, he looked good, that’s all you’re going to say.

“What? Just because we’re going undercover doesn’t mean we’re going to do it… like that” he says, referring to an unsuspecting movie-goer and their… seemingly underdressed appearance. You gently elbowed him. He groans.

“Don’t be rude” you scold. “Besides, we’re standing out too much.”

You tried to be solidary to his appearance by wearing a pair of black shades, but now that you compare yourself to literally everyone else, it looks like you’re both part of the Men in Black.

“Then what do you suggest?” he asks, rubbing his arm where it still hurts.

“Lose the glasses” you suggest with a pout. “We look like total weirdos going into a building with them…”

“Hey, you agreed to it.”

“I mean, that was before we got here. It’s not my fault I just realized how silly we look” you say, swiftly taking off your glasses and placing them on their respective case before putting them away. “There, much better—besides, you’re too handsome to be hiding behind them!”

“That’s what it was, eh?” Naoya smirks, taking off his glasses; you grab them. “You just wanted to see me.”

You blush.

“And what about it?” you look away. “It’s been a while since we’ve gone out on a date just the two of us… not that I mind going out with Naomi, but… you know… it’s not the same.”

He sighs, giving you a smile before pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it. “I promise to go out more with you—just the two of us.”

Your heart flutters.

“I’d like that.”

After promises were made, you and Naoya go ahead to check in, deciding to buy popcorn and a drink—at first your husband said he didn’t want anything, saying something about a diet or so, but after getting a taste he succumbed to them immediately.

Once finding your seats and getting comfortable, the movie finally begins.

There isn’t much commentary to give at the beginning, outside of laughing at some of the silly scenes (mainly on your part, Naoya just scoffs) and how suddenly dark it gets from time to time. But outside of that, you and Naoya seem to think of the movie as… well, adequate for their daughter, nothing extraordinary, it certainly has the silliness she enjoys, making them wonder why it even got that PG-13 rating…

Until, of course, “real world” part; that’s when you and Naoya understand why many people thought this movie might be inappropriate for younger children.

There’s a lot of topics most kids don’t even fathom yet, ones that need the appropriate guidance of a caring adult, so they know how to handle them when they reach certain maturity.

It doesn’t take long before you and Naoya began to envision how confused Naomi was going to be upon seeing Barbie getting catcalled, kicked out of her house, the sudden change of behavior from the rest of the Barbie’s, and overall, the dilemma Ken has regarding his relationship with her.

But most importantly, the main point of the movie: existential crisis.

While Naomi would most definitely not understand that, or any of the past points, you and Naoya would feel the movie to be hitting “a bit too close to home” having been forced to reflect on these issues in the past as the young adults they were, either for their own individualism, careers, or their future as a couple…

Soon, they no longer worried how this would affect Naomi, but rather, how it spoke to them.

And by the time screening ended, lights turned on abruptly and revealing your and Naoya’s response to it: teary eyed, soaked cheeks, and speechless.

Your husband was quick to cover his face, putting his glasses on before anyone else got to see him in that state, whilst cursing how “there’s no respect nowadays” as he dried the tears on his cheek. You, on the other hand, simply wiped the tears out of your face, careless if anyone else saw you like that because first, it was a darn good movie, so yeah, you cried because of it. And secondly, you weren’t the only one crying in that room so who cares…

It's only until they get into the car that they realize one of the messages of the movie, at least the one they could relate to the most: their baby girl was growing.

In a few years, she’d be a teenager, bringing along all the struggles that come with such age, and then, a woman. One that will have to face the world on her own—because even if they will always be there to support her, there are some battles only she could take.

No one ever said raising a child was easy, less in a society as harsh as the one they lived in, but even with all their fears, it was something both still looked forward to. To create memories together, guide her through this difficult thing called life, and see Naomi grow into the wonderful person she was bound to become.

Getting the overwhelming need to see their daughter, you and Naoya skipped the rest of their plans and headed straight back home, where Naomi was eagerly waiting for them alongside her nanny.

The child was undeniably happy to see her parents back home, always did, but at this moment she couldn’t be anything but surprised when Naoya was the first one to rush to her, picking her up in her arms and giving her the tightest hug he could without hurting her.

“What’s wrong, papa?” Naomi would eventually ask upon feeling his hug go uncharacteristically longer than it usually does, as if him hugging her wasn’t weird on its own.

“Uh—nothing.” Naoya would say, doing his best to hide the tears in his eyes and the tremble in his voice. “Can’t I hug my princess?”

And while she’s never one to deny affection, Naomi can’t stop herself from looking at you perplexedly, as if seeking the answers of her confusion from you.

But you only reassure her with a smile, walking towards them and joining their hug. It’s then that Naomi concedes to simply accept her parent’s doting, nuzzling against Naoya as she reciprocates the hug, as much as her small arms could.

“How about we go out to eat?” Naoya suggests, looking at her with a smile. “We can go anywhere you want, pumpkin.”

Her eyes twinkle, for it’s no secret she’d been waiting for the perfect moment to suggest this place—not like she needed to, but she likes to organize her dates. You and Naoya chuckle, kissing her on the cheek, each on one side, a gesture that makes her blush out of embarrassment.

It’s safe to say that after careful consideration, both decided to take Naomi to watch Barbie, dressed up in the cutest, pinkest, most adorable outfit you could put together—with you and Naoya to match along, although more discreetly in your husband’s part, he still doesn’t get the pink trend, less when he was suddenly called Ken.

And as expected, the movie was a total success to Naomi, although there were moments where she’d look confused, but those were nothing compared to the ones where she’d laugh out loud.

Overall, it was a movie she greatly enjoyed, even with the confusions that came along: ones that both you and Naoya were prepared for, having long understood this could be the perfect opportunity to introduce to her.

She’ll understand half of it, perhaps even less than that, but it didn’t matter, for both were ready to support and guide her through every step, like the good parents they swore to be the moment her existence was announced—and that’ll never change. Even after the Barbie craze ends, when Naomi grows and no longer lives with them, they’ll never stop loving and supporting her.

Extra:

“How was your week—” Ranta freezes mid-greeting when something… peculiar catches his sight.

“What?” Naoya asks, not bothering to glance up from the paperwork he’s supposed to finish before the day ends.

“Is that—is that a pink tie?” he says, taking a closer look at the pastel pink garment contrasting against his black suit.

“Got a problem with it?” Naoya sternly responds. One subtle gesture is sufficient to have Ranta immediately retract.

“No, of course not!” he shrieks, nervously waving his hands. “It’s just— it’s just different. It looks good on you though!”

“I know” your husband groans, eyes still intently looking onto his desk… before eventually lifting his gaze towards Ranta, cheeks slightly flustered. “…I just got it; do you think Naomi will like it?”

“Huh?” Ranta blinks, Naoya frowns. “Oh, I mean, yes! I’m sure she’ll appreciate it!”

It’s a sentence that makes a smile break through Naoya’s lips as he glances back down to his work, satisfied.

“I’m glad” He match to see the look on his baby’s face once back home, after all, he just bought a bunch of clothes to match with her.

A/N: not me making Naoya cry and cover it up with his shades lol. Ah, he's truly devoted to his family.

#prompt series: jujutsu kaisen #ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x your #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader

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pellucid-constellations · 2 years

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Spring in Stowe Mills

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Spring had sprung in Stowe Mills, leading you to try your hand at gardening. Unbeknownst to you, it was still far too cold in the mountain town for anything to actually grow, but Bucky was doing his absolute best to keep that small detail from crushing your hopeful smile.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Literally just some fluffy Undisclosed content thank you

a/n: This is a oneshot associated with my series Undisclosed, but can be read separately :) Enjoy!!

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“Wow, this looks incredible, honey. It’s gonna be great,” Bucky grinned, arms strong across his chest as he leaned in the doorway.

You glanced up from the soil, patting another tomato seed into the ground. “You think so? I’ve never really done this before.”

“Coulda fooled me. You sure you didn’t have some rooftop garden back in New York?”

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “As if my mother would have let me do that.”

Bucky kicked away from the doorframe, joining you in your makeshift garden and crouching in the dirt. He placed a warm hand on your back as he thumbed at one of the leaves in the ground.

He hummed, the sound sweet on your skin as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Have I ever told you how much I wish you’d gotten here sooner?”

You turned, shifting on your knees until his lips met yours instead of your head. It was short and adoring, a sarrachrine brush that was quickly followed by a smile against your mouth. You placed a dusty glove on his thigh to steady yourself.

“I think you’ve mentioned that before,” you giggled. “This time I’m wondering if it’s because you missed out on my gardening skills for so many years.”

He moved forward to kiss you again, a hunger behind his lips. The spring sun was bright today, but the cold that nipped at your skin was still unforgiving. The light sweater Bucky had thrown over your shoulders helped a little, but the chill that you weren’t used to associating to the season was prominent.

That was Stowe Mills—frigid and cold, even as spring danced the line of summer.

“You’re freezing, sweet girl,” Bucky chastised, moving a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Let’s head inside, yeah? I’ll get you a bath goin’ before a bunch of people start raiding our kitchen.”

You sent your gaze across the empty pots still lining the front of the house, frowning. “But I haven’t finished.”

“I’ll help ya with it tomorrow. We gotta get you warm, honey.” Bucky took your forearms in his grip, lifting you from the ground with a gentle smile.

“Buck, it’s spring. The sun’s out.”

“Yeah, it’s out and it’s bein’ useless.”

“You think it’ll still be okay for the plants?” you asked, a slight concern edging into your words. You had never attempted something like this before, and there was strangely a large part of you that really wanted your garden to be successful; call it making up for lost time.

Bucky caught on to the inflection in your tone, tossing an arm over your shoulders as you shucked the gloves from your numb fingers. “‘Course it will, sweet girl. The trees grow just fine around here, don’t they?”

“I guess so.”

Bucky Barnes was panicking.

The second you had asked Sarah about those damn seeds, he had started to feel a bit antsy. He had no idea why she hadn’t informed you that hardly anything grew in Stowe Mills, but she didn’t, and now he was wondering how discreetly a full grown tomato plant could be shipped into town.

Technically, he could have told you as much, but you had looked so excited when the small packets finally arrived; there was no way he was going to shoot down the smile he loved so much.

So he helped haul soil and ceramic pots into the front yard, and presented you with the gardening tools one of the old shop owners dusted off from a backroom. Because it was spring. And apparently spring meant it was time to start a garden.

“You know she’s not gonna get a single sprout outta all that, don’t you?” Steve posed, motioning outside with the drink he held in his hand.

“Keep your damn voice down,” Bucky hissed. He popped his head out of the kitchen, ensuring that you were still getting dressed back in the bedroom. “I know that, you punk.”

“So why’re you letting her waste her time?”

Bucky grunted, leaning back against one of the counters. “I don’t know, man, she looked so excited. What was I supposed to say?”

“That her cucumbers are going to wither away the second we get too much rain. Which’ll probably be like… next week.”

“How the hell’d you know she planted cucumbers?”

Steve furrowed his brow. “My ma has a Better Homes and Garden subscription. I just guessed based on spring plants.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure it’s Sarah’s magazine subscription,” Bucky taunted, lightly hitting his friend over the arm. The bedroom door creaked open. “Okay, shut up. Not a word.”

Steve shot his hands up in surrender, plastering a genuine smile on his face when you came into the kitchen with Alpine pressed to your chest. You gave Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek, and then made a beeline for the other man in the kitchen.

“Steve!” you greeted, throwing him into a side hug. “Glad to see you got back in one piece. With all of the calls I got from Nat, I was sure she was going to leave you behind in Kansas or something.”

Steve rolled his eyes and reached down to ruffle your hair, earning a discontented sound from Alpine. “She couldn’t leave me behind. She hates being the one to talk to the guys at the other lumberyards. Says they never leave her alone.”

You laughed, knocking your shoulder into his and heading over to the fridge. Bucky felt his chest constrict at the sound, biting his lip to contain the stupid grin about to take over his face; the last thing he needed was Steve making fun of him in his own house. Which he would definitely do, right after he tried to ruin your gardening dreams.

“I saw the yard, y/n,” Steve shot out, nonchalant as Bucky glared daggers into the side of his head.

You turned, letting the fridge click shut. “Did you like it?” you asked, eyes shining with excitement.

Bucky could see the moment Steve lost his drive. His eyes softened and his smile faltered just the slightest bit; apparently, your hopeful nature didn’t just pull on Bucky’s heartstrings.

Steve took a cautious glance at Bucky, the latter raising a brow as if to drive an unspoken point home. He nodded in your direction, daring Steve to tear you down as you stood there with a cat and a bottle of juice in your arms.

“Looks great, y/n. Really livens the place up,” Steve finally replied, sighing when you smiled back in response.

Bucky sagged against the counter, getting over one hurdle of this whole ordeal. He could deal with dying plants later; right now he just needed your friends to play along. You didn’t seem to notice the silent conversation he had with Steve, so this one was considered a win.

You released Alpine into Steve’s hands, walking back until your back was pressed against Bucky’s chest. He wound an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, happy that you felt a bit warmer than you had outside.

“Is Sam coming?” you asked, trying and failing to untwist the lid on your drink. Bucky took it from your hands with a silent smile, opening it after your feigned scoff. He chuckled when you took it back, mumbling something along the lines of loosening it for him.

“He might be,” Steve pondered. “His lumber delivery ran a little late. Not sure if he’s back just yet.”

Bucky stiffened. If Sam came here, his first comment would be about the state of the yard. And then it would be something about the uselessness of a garden in Stowe Mills, and you would cry. Okay, you might not cry, but the disappointment on your face would feel the same to Bucky. And then Bucky would have to fight his friend.

He threw a look at Steve from above your head, eyeing his phone as it sat on the table across the room. Steve cocked his head to the side before his features lit up in recognition, a firm nod following the pointed glare from his friend.

“You guys are acting weird,” you hummed, knocking your head back to gaze up at Bucky. “Why are you acting weird?”

Bucky sucked in a sharp breath, blinking down at you with an uncomfortable smile. “We aren’t actin’ weird, sweet girl.”

“You are. Weirdos.”

You removed yourself from Bucky’s chest, taking Alpine back with a side eye in Steve’s direction. He huffed at you, but you paid no mind as you headed for the couch piled with blankets—most of which he had made.

Bucky watched you with caution, now hyper aware of his obvious behavior. “If he’s coming,” Bucky mouthed. “Text him.”

Steve nodded and reached for his phone.

Bucky made himself busy in the kitchen for a while, getting things prepped for dinner even though he had no idea how many people would be arriving. It had been like that ever since you moved in; people loved coming over unannounced, and Bucky attributed that to the warmth you brought to the place.

To the whole town, if he was being honest, but he might be a bit biased. Not that he cared in the slightest if he was considered biased.

He was just about to interrupt your book and ask you if you wanted to make the bread for the night, when a knock came at the front door. Steve’s head whipped up from his place at the sink, eyeing his phone that hadn’t pinged once since his text to Sam, which was something Bucky had also taken special care to track as well.

And Sam never knocked when he came over.

Bucky narrowed his eyes as you kicked up from the couch. “You expecting someone?”

A blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, you simply replied, “Greta.”

Bucky paled, his urge to run to the door and lock it indefinitely almost boiling out of him. Of all the people in Stowe Mills, Greta was possibly the worst for this situation; that old lady would break his girl’s heart faster than the hinges would finish squeaking on the door.

Bucky wiped his hands on a towel and hurried out of the kitchen, blocking your path with gentle hands on your arms. “What’s she doing here?” he stressed, words spoken slowly as Steve tried to slink behind him.

You peeked around Bucky’s shoulder, raising a brow at a guilty-looking Steve. “Am I not allowed to answer the door?”

“Can someone open this damn thing?” Greta called, words muffled from the wind outside. “God forbid you let an old woman come in from the cold.”

You turned back to Bucky to throw him an accusatory look, and he sighed, releasing you and motioning for Steve to open the door. He might as well brace himself for heartache now; the look on your face was going to be devastating in about ten seconds.

Greta came barreling in, huffing past Steve and grumbling, “Those plants outside are gonna die. Ain’t no gardening in Stowe Mills.”

The whole room cringed. Bucky reached for you again as you blinked over at Greta, trying to provide some comfort after that brutal truth. But Greta wasn’t done.

“You’re gonna keep planting and nothing’s gonna happen. Colder than a well-digger’s wallet out there. No one tell you that, girl?”

Bucky just about died on the spot from the crestfallen expression on your face. He tucked your hair behind your ear as you replied, “Uh, no, they didn’t.”

The older woman scoffed, “Men.”

Steve let out a heavy breath as you bit the inside of your cheek, his chest expanding and his hands coming out to relieve the tension. He turned to Greta with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Why don’t I get you something to eat, Greta?”

She grumbled and hobbled behind him as he led her to the kitchen, leaving you and Bucky in the doorway and silent. This had gone south far faster than Bucky had anticipated, and he had to act quickly to try and save your feelings. The hand that had tucked your hair back now rested on your cheek, his thumb sliding back and forth against your skin.

“‘M sorry, sweet girl,” he began. “I didn’t want you to be upset.”

Your mouth twisted up, and Bucky feared for the worst. Maybe you were going to cry, and if you cried, he would probably cry. And it’s not like he could fight Greta. Bucky was about a moment away from going outside to yell at the sun to actually work for once, when another sound escaped you.

You were laughing.

You were trying your hardest to keep it in, but the smile creeping onto your face was impossible to miss, and your shaking shoulders were slowly jostling Bucky’s own body.

Bucky eyed you, dubiously. “What are you—”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, leaning your forehead to his chest. “This is hilarious, Buck. I can’t.”

Bucky let out a nervous laugh, bringing his hand up to rest it on the back of your head. He patted you, glancing around the room as if something was going to jump out at him. It wouldn’t have been a far cry from what was happening right now.

Your giggling finally let up a bit, and you leaned back, wiping your eyes. “Why wouldn't you just tell me? You walked out there every day and—” another laugh escaped you; you tried to hold it back “—you acted like I was doing such a great job. You carried like… ten bags of soil in from your truck!”

An actual smile spread across his face when he took in your joy—whatever it was from. “You told me you wanted to start a garden,” he replied simply, as if it made perfect sense.

You shook your head, voice still laced with humor. “You knew a garden wouldn’t work here.”

“I was gonna order you some plants and replace them while you slept.”

God, he could listen to you laugh for the rest of his life, and at this rate, it seemed like he was going to. Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead and caught Steve’s questioning gaze from the kitchen. He could still barely understand what was going on, but shook his head at his friend anyway; you were fine—happy and still laughing, even when all of your hard work was down the drain.

“Buck, I love you so much, you know that?”

“‘Course I do,” he said. “Just don’t really know what that has to do with all your plants.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #lumberjack Bucky #undisclosed

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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My Baby is Having a Baby

A First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Baby Jack and Baby Y/N are about to lose their shit

Synopsis: The one time Jack's pullout game wasn't A1

Pairing: Baby Jack Harlow x Baby Rapper!Reader

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It was three in the morning when you woke up out of a peaceful sleep.

It was the most sleep you had gotten in a week since you had been sick.

You had been throwing up for the past four days thinking that you had some type of food poisoning from a new restaurant that your sister wanted try earlier that week and thought nothing else of it.

For some unknown reason, you glanced at the calendar that was near your room door and with a sudden realization got wide eyes when it was clear what day it was.

Throwing up in the morning and being extremely hungry for the rest of the day

The fatigue

Your boobs were sore

And you had been peeing more than usual

No.

You couldn't be.

You reached for your phone on the bedside table to call your boyfriend because you were scared shitless.

Luckily he only lived across the street and could be there in a matter of two minutes.

He was about to be annoyed since it was three in the morning and a Monday meaning that you both had to go to school, but this definitely could not wait.

It took you calling him twice, but he finally answered.

"Babe.... what.... is going on?"

“Jackman, get your ass across the street now!”

“Baby, it is literally three in the morning. This couldn’t wait?” Jack groaned before turning to face his window.

“Obviously not! This is an emergency!”

“What in the world could be an emergency at three in the morning? And stop yelling."

“MY PERIOD IS A WEEK LATE.”

It was silent for a few seconds before he said anything.

You both knew the parents would kill you both.

“Stop fucking playing. I always use a condom."

"I wish I was now come over here!"

Jack was climbing into your window within fifteen minutes to see you sitting on the bed and staring off into space. He came and sat next to you while taking your hand in his and rubbing small circles on the back of it in an attempt to get you to calm down.

A couple minutes had passed before either of you said anything.

"Sooo, I thought you just had food poisoning?"

"I thought so too. But, my period has NEVER been late. It's like clockwork every single month. It comes on the 7th and it’s now the 14th"

"But we always use protection."

"The last time we didn't, remember? 'I'll just pullout' headass."

"Oh, forgot about that..."

"You were so excited to get your dick wet that you forgot to buy them and my dumbass didn't say anything."

Of course this would have to happen two weeks before your appointment to get started on birth control pills.

"So, what's next? Because you have to take a test to be sure, right?"

"Yeah, and nothing is open right now."

"We just have to wait until school's over."

"There is no way I'll be able to focus for seven hours. Besides, I'm still throwing up from time to time."

"Then I'll go and buy it and come straight here."

"We're only 16, we can’t take care of a child. We can barely take care of ourselves."

"Y/N, just... try and relax. We don't know for sure."

"How can you be so calm about this? Have you met our parents?"

"Trust and believe I'm putting on a good front right now."

Even though you had been the one throwing up, Jack just knew his dinner was about to be covering your bedroom walls as well as the floor.

"Do you think McDonald's will hire me? Gotta pay for the kid somehow."

You were spoiled and had never worked a day in your life.

Looks like that was over now.

"No. With your slow ass you'll be messing up orders left and right."

"Wow, just knock your girl while she's down."

"I'm playin, baby girl. But I'll be making enough money for the both of us so you don't have to worry."

"Hmm..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Just praying that our kid doesn't have your head. I can't push that out."

"Seriously?"

Jack didn't sleep for the rest of the night and before he knew it his alarm was going on alerting him that it was time to get ready. He stayed with you for about another hour until you fell back asleep before heading back to his house across the street. Still feeling like he was going to throw up at any minute, he decided to skip out on eating the breakfast that his mom made.

Clay was sitting at the kitchen table the entire time eyeing his older brother knowing that something was wrong and decided that he would get it out of him later when they were by themselves.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry? And why do you look paler than usual?" Maggie asked concerned while looking at her oldest child. She attempted to feel his forehead to check to see if he had a temperature before he swatted her hand away.

“Oh, umm... I just didn’t sleep very well last night. And me and Urban have a group assignment that we have to meet early for.”

“Well, okay. Do you feel alright though?”

“Yep, fine.”

Without another word Jack grabbed his backpack and made sure that Clay was following behind him. When Clay went to sit in the back of Jack’s car, he made a motion for him to come and sit in the front.

“Isn’t Y/N coming with us?”

“No, she’s still not feeling well.”

“She’s been out all week. That can’t just be food poisoning.”

“Hmm...”

Jack didn’t answer his younger brother and calmly put the car in drive before taking off. The car ride was silent the entire duration of him driving towards the school. It helped that Clay’s middle school and the high school were next to one another. Clay didn’t mind being early if he could get a ride from his brother and not have to worry about waiting at the bus stop.

“What is up with you? Mom’s right. You’re a lot paler than you usually are and you look like you’re about to throw up at any minute.”

Jack was bursting at the seams and had to tell someone about what was going on inside his head because he didn’t think he would be able to hold it in much longer.

All he knew was Clay better keep his mouth shut if he told him.

“What I’m about to tell you, you CANNOT repeat.”

“Okay? I mean what did you do? It can’t be that bad. Get Y/N pregnant?”

Silence.

“JACK! YOU GOT HER PREGNANT? I WAS JOKING.”

“Keep your voice down! And we don’t know for sure yet!”

“It is literally only the two of us in the car. Who is listening? And besides Is that where you went this morning at three am?”

“You nosey as all hell. What were you doing up anyway?”

“I got thirsty and went to get some water.” Clay replied while shrugging.

“This stays between us. Do not repeat what I just told you.”

“Secret is safe with me. Besides, mom and dad are going to kill you if she really is.”

Jack scoffed before leaning his head onto the steering wheel.

“And don’t I know it?”

---

The final bell had rang and Jack was just about ready to trample over anyone who got in his way.

He needed to hurry up and get to the drugstore before you had another panic attack.

You already had three so far today since you had told him every single time that it happened.

Urban noticed that his best friend had been acting strange all day and decided that it was now time to confront him. Clay mentioned that he would take the bus home and Jack didn’t have to worry about waiting for him knowing the situation that he was in.

Thank goodness because that would have only made his anxiety increase having to be away from you for an even longer period of time.

Urban slid into the passenger seat and simply stared at Jack.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What the hell is going on with you today? And where is Y/N? I sent her a text but she didn’t say anything which is weird.”

You always answered every single time Urban had sent you a text. It had become a little more frequent this week since he knew that you hadn’t been feeling all that well and he wanted to check on you.

Jack thought you didn’t answer him probably because you were wracking your brain to try and come up with a plan on being a teenage mother.

“Urb... I did a thing...”

“A bad thing?”

“Well, no. But, yes. It’s bad considering how old we are but overall it’s not really a bad...”

“Will you just come out with it?”

“I think Y/N is pregnant.”

“Oh....”

“Oh, what do you mean oh?”

“Oh, meaning that your dumbass didn’t use a condom?! I know she’s pretty but damn!”

Jack remained silent as he turned away from Urban.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“My pullout game is usually A1.”

“But this time it wasn’t!”

“We don’t know that for sure.”

“Well, did she get her period?”

“About that....”

“Your dumbass is in for it now. Maggie and Brian are about to light your ass up. But, I’ll be the godfather, right? I mean that is probably the only bright side in all of this.”

“Is that really all your concerned about right now?!”

Luckily your parents were still at work when Jack and Urban knocked on the door. You opened it and was eyeing Urban not knowing how much he knew.

“I’m taking my position of godfather early. So, yes I know and yes we have a test to confirm.” Urban stated as both he and Jack walked through the threshold and into the foyer as he handed you the bag.

“A test? A test? In meaning one?!”

“Yes, one. Is there something I’m missing?”

"Why did you only buy one test!?!? We need at least three to be sure!"

"Stink, chill out. I'll be back."

“No, you stay with her. I’ll go get two more.”

Jack handed Urban his keys while you started to make your way up the steps into your room. Jack followed you in complete silence.

You both sat on your bed and the waterworks that had been threatening to fall finally made their appearance.

You were surprised that you had kept it together for so long.

The dam finally broke and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Jack simply pulled you onto his lap and tried to comfort you the best way he could.

“Hey, mamas. It’s going to be okay. Whatever happens we’ll get through it.”

“I’ve ruined your career!”

“Baby, stop. You haven’t ruined anything. This is just more motivation for me to really do this and make it happen.”

“And we’re not married! My parents will kill me! Children born out of wedlock?! THEY’LL DISOWN ME.”

“Baby, we are literally not old enough to get married. And knowing your parents I think they’ll be mad but they won’t disown you.”

“In some states the legal age is 16!”

“Okay, let’s relax for a second. And that... is entirely too young and should be illegal everywhere.”

“I need to throw up.”

“Wait, now?”

“Yes, now Jackman! Move before I get it on you!”

You were happy that you had a bathroom all to yourself that was connected to your room and hoped no one would suddenly decide to come home early from work and ask what the three of you were doing.

You had taken all three of the tests and everyone was now patiently waiting for the results. The timer had been set on your phone as the three of you tried to find something to do in order to occupy your time.

Then you heard the alarm.

"Stink, go look because I'm too nervous." You whispered and looked over at Jack who had eyes as big as saucers.

"And I’m not?!"

"Fine, I'll look! Sooner we get this over with, the better." Urban replied while getting up and making his way into the bathroom.

He was quiet for a few seconds which made your anxiety skyrocket if it was even possible at this point.

You needed a blunt.

“Urb?!?”

He calmly walked out of the bathroom with a smile on his face before revealing if the news was good or bad.

“Not pregnant. All three.”

You and Jack breathed a sigh of relief that you didn’t realize either of you had been holding.

“Thank God I don’t have to push out a head as big as yours.”

“Hey!”

“She’s not lying bro. Your head is kinda big.”

“Fuck both of yall.”

“Well you two have been doing a lot of that as of lately which resulted in the situation that happened today, so I’ll pass.”

“But, if you aren’t pregnant, what’s wrong with you then?”

“No idea. I just have to ask my mom to take me to the doctor when she gets home I guess.”

“Okay now that the panic is over, we have songs to write.”

Later on that night, Jack sent a text to check on you and see how you were feeling. Despite finding out that you weren’t pregnant, he was still worried because he didn’t know what was wrong with you.

Jack- Baby girl, do you feel any better? Need me to bring you anything?

You- Yes now that I know I’m not pregnant

Jack- Did your mom take you to urgent care?

You- Yep and she was PISSED

Jack- Wait, what? Why?

You- I just had PMS. Symptoms usually show 5 to 10 days before it actually shows up.

Jack- Wait a minute... so this entire time?

You- I got my period an hour ago. Can you bring me gummy bears, chocolate, and some Doritos? I love you, stink.

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howlingday · 11 months

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Actually I’m curious with the Mama!Harley au how would she react to vol9 jaune?

"Hattah, Imma give ya one chance!"

"Tsk, tsk, Miss Quinn!" Said the strange man in a green hat.

Jervis Tetch, or The Mad Hatter for you few Gothamites reading, wagged his finger at Harley. Same gag as he always pulls; kidnap innocent girl, roleplay his obsession with her, snaps because she isn't a fan like him, then kills her to find the his next 'Alice'. Harley managed to get the girl out, but Tetch had to be taken care of. When she chased him, his trap caught her. Hey, we all have our off days.

"You should know better than to chase the White Rabbit, don't you?"

"I wasn't chasin' a rabbit." Harley snapped. "Only thing I'm chasin' is a creep who got way too into his story books."

"How rude!" Hatter balked. "Clearly, a readjustment must be made, post-haste! Wouldn't you agree, my March Hare?"

The poor goon behind him simply drooled and nodded behind in his brown rabbit mask. Hatter turned to him and snapped his fingers but was only met with the same drooling face as before. From his pocket, he produced a small sitch. With a point and click, he electrocuted the henchman who was gratefully too numb to scream as he was shocked to death.

"Now, what will you be?" Jervis took a mask from a box at random. He clapped his hands with glee at the face that stared back at him. In his hand, he held a mask shaped like a cat. "Oh, my dearest Cheshire! It's been too long!"

"Keep the hell away from me, you creep!" Harley thrashed against her restraints.

"Oh, Harley, I wish you could see things my way." He shook his head. "If you only could see things as I do..." His voice became faded and distant. "Through... the... look... ing... glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

---------------------------------------------------

"Ugh, what the hell?" Harley looked around and found herself in a strange location, even by Hatter's standards. Was she about to meet the Walrus and the Carpenter, because that was the only place she could think of that had a beach like this. Still, the colors were way off. "Okay, just gotta find a way out."

As Harley walked, she noticed the scenery was wildly different. Floral gardens had been replaced with lush jungles. She saw a tribe of mice work together to water a bush of thorned vines. As she passed through the village, she noticed all of the characters were pieces from different board games.

"Jaune used tah love board games." She sighed. It felt like forever since she last saw her baby boy.

One day, all of a sudden with no warning, the transdimensional gate between Remnant and Gotham broke and couldn't connect. It was like the gate on the other side was broken somehow, both at Beacon AND in Atlas! Without another portal, mother and son couldn't reunite, no matter how much she wanted to.

Until then, she had to wai-

"M-Mom?"

Harley froze. The voice was different, but she'd recognize it anywhere, anyway, anyhow. It's a real power. Just ask your mother. Jaune could.

"Jaune?" Harley turned and tears flowed on sight. Her son, her baby boy, her little cupcake. He was right in front of her.

But he was so old. His hair, once bright like spun gold had now dulled and filled with white streaks. He'd grown an inch or two, too, and was wearing armor so covered in rust, she felt like she need a tetanus shot just looking at it. And she would after she was done crushing Jaune in her hug.

"M-Ma!" Jaune whined. "You're crushin' me!"

"I don't care!" She laughed and sobbed. "You're my baby boy, and I'm nevah letting you go!"

"What are you doing here?" Jaune asked as he hugged her. "How are you here?"

"It's a long story, sweetie, but I can tell you later." She pulled away. "Right now, I need to find a creep in a green hat. If I don't find him, I'll... I'll..."

"Mom?" Jaune asked.

Harley was conflicted. On the one hand, Gotham needed her to come back. Hatter was still loose, which meant a lot of innocent people were in danger. Batman could handle it, but he wouldn't be around forever.

But neither would Jaune. After so long, she finally meets him again and it's in a fantasy world. She would never get this chance again would she?

"Jaune, I... I don't know what to do." Harley shook her head. "I need to go back, but I... I'm not sure if I can leave this time. Not when I have you in my arms."

"I know, Mom, but... you'll have to let me go some day, right?"

"If I had it my way, you'd be my baby forevah."

"I always will be, Mom."

Harley was crying with a smile. This would be the most painful she'd done since she gave birth and brought him into her world. Not a close second, but a second regardless. She stepped away.

"Jaune, I'll nevah fuhgive you fuh breaking yuh mothah's heart..."

---------------------------------------------------

"...but I'll always... love... you?" Harley looked around and saw the Dark Knight standing over a beaten Jervis. Panic filled her mind as she found the cat mask in pieces against the wall. "NOOOOO!"

---------------------------------------------------

Jaune stood there. He stayed where he was, unmoving as the world continued to move silently around him. Some who passed stared as they went about their lives. Children. Parents. Sons. Mothers.

Harley's last words to him rang on a loop in his mind.

'Jaune, I'll never forgive you for breaking your mother's heart.'

#rwby #rwby au #mama harley au #jaune quinn au #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #jervis tetch #the mad hatter #jaune arc #bruce wayne #batman #dc

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fairytale-poll · 7 months

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LOSER'S BRACKET ROUND 2! MATCH 1 OUT OF 4

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary

General Propaganda:

come on just look at her shes so fucking cool

SHES SOOOOOOOO FUCKING COOOOLL ok so like. Lobotomy Corporation takes place in an SCP type facility where a bunch of abnormalities are living. She is one of them. She is a mostly undying humanoid creature that lives for the sole sake of hunting down the Big And Will Be Bad Wolf. She lives in your facility and will BREAK OUT of her containment if she feels that the wolf is near (or if too many people are dying). You can also hire her to assist you in taking down other abnormalities, and she's actually super good at it. And her outfit is just so sooo sick? She's so cool. Please play Lobotomy Corporation it goes on sale for like $7 every Steam Sale

She's red riding hood if red riding hood had a gun. Also she kisses women

Monster based on human subconscious aka an Abnormality based on the story of Little Red Riding Hood (duh). In this story, she was mauled by the wolf (Big And Might Be Bad Wolf) who is based on all fairy tale wolf villains. Little Red then got to work plotting her revenge and making Bloodborne-esque gear for herself and the two Abnos are locked in eternal combat of hatred for one another

She's literally the coolest, just look at her. For people who might not be so familiar with her: She's one of the abnormalities that remain locked in the Lobotomy Corporation. Her past is somewhat unclear, but she has some horrid scars on her face due to the Big Bad Wolf and she swore vengeance upon him because of that incident. This lead her to become a mercenary and she looks 1000% scarier and more badass than the wolf lol. Also, asides from the fact that she may kill half of your team if she escapes containment, she is quite chill and will even help you take care of your problems if you pay her.

little red riding hood but consumed by vengeance to the point of becoming an anomalous creature hellbent on completing her eternal battle with the wolf. intense desire for revenge. baller as fuck design. will help you kill other escaping abnormalities but you gotta pay her to do it. gets pissed off every time someone escapes containment except for that one annoying bird for absolutely no discernible reason. if you let her kill the wolf she gives you bonuses but if someone else kills the wolf she goes fucking bananas. truly an inspired feral creature of a woman.

Go girl!!! We love your unrestrained violence!

She is literally the absolute coolest!!! I mean, just look at her design! Everything about it screams fucking cool! Not to mention that her story has themes of vengeance, rage, and grief!!! And Lobotomy corporation is just the fucking best and soooooo underrated.

She's starting to fall behind so GO ON AND VOTE MERC WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! (and buy Lobotomy Corp on steam it's not even that expensive!)

Vote for Riding Hooded Mercenary she's an Abnormality serving as a hired merc that means shes a hunter of her own kind and she WILL chase them to the ends of earth lest she dies herself or knows that damn Wolf is nearby. The cursor for sending hits on something is a wanted poster. She's WAW-classed too, a step below the most dangerous category for her ilk. she shares the class with things such as insane-ass magical girls, an eyeless flower horse turns people into wisteria gardens, fucked up and evil Little Prince, a bird judge that hangs its victims, the now-animate poisoned apple that killed Snow White, and of course the Wolf itself.

Loser's Bracket Propaganda:

little red wouldve gone so so hard if she wasnt against ylfa immediately… victory for our mercenary gal.

Riding Hooded Merc is a bonafide baddie & professional

She;s so fucking cool. almost got murdered by the wolf (also in lobcorp by the way) and she wants revenge so bad. cool as hell mercenary. also just look at her come on

I feel that they all deserve a bit more recognition as just about every Little Red Riding Hood is remembered for their story, but not their character. And I believe that the few I selected are truly well rounded characters, and amazing takes on who the character is.

the Lobotomy Corp one I know nothing about but who has a sick design (I also want the fans of this one to have a win because I liked watching the first round because of them)

Ruby Rose

General Propaganda:

She has a scythe that is also a high-impact sniper rifle.

She is literally just based on Red Riding Hood and she's such an amazing character holy heck

Red Riding Hood but with a gun. (Specifically a combination scythe/high-impact sniper rifle called Crescent Rose). Also she's gone through so much she deserves it. She's trying to save the world and keep going despite all the people she's lost. Grew up dreaming of being a hero who fights monsters. She knows life isn't a fairy tale and wants to make it better. Just went through a mental health arc where she had depression from trying to live up to her (presumed dead) mom and from her friend dying for the second time. Killed the Big Bad Wolf with her magic eye powers. Her sister is Goldilocks and her friends are Beauty and Snow White. also I love her <3

She’s the little red riding hood but also a powerful fighter with a massive fucking scythe that is also a sniper rifle and she’s so skrunkly and so gender. Also RWBY’s whole thing (well one of them) is that their characters are all inspired by pre-existing ones from older stories and Ruby’s the main character so like, poster child of ‘character based off [insert relevant fairytale here]’ so I think she deserves to at least get pretty far

Aesthetics, themes, meta, personality and raw coolness.

She is the main character of her show. The most common monster they fight is a type of wolf (its been a while since ive seen it). Her job is to hunt them down before they can eat her. this story is very much about failed fairy tales, many of the side character's inspired arcs end in failure, but (having not seen the most recent bits) Ruby is still going strong, and i really like her cape, rose petals, and use of a scythe.

She is THE RRH character of all time. She has a scythe that's also a gun and she has to be the hero because she's got super rare main character powers. She is my happy girl. Also her mom was Sleeping Beauty and her sister is Goldilocks, and she fights to stop Rapunzel from destroying everything on the world, the gods, and then herself.

Ruby as a character is literally based on little red riding hood! She has a red cape with a hood

the Red trailer is better propaganda than I could ever write

She is a badass with a scythe, inspired by her uncle and fueled by her mother's death and her sense of righteousness

She has a giant scythe

Loser's Bracket Propaganda:

ruby rose makes me go :D so i picked her here <3 hope this helps

luv them

Ruby Rose is my blorbo in law and I need her in because of that

#red riding poll #loser's bracket #loser's bracket round 2 #poll tournament #poll bracket #polls #character polls #red riding hood #little red riding hood #fairytale #little red riding hooded mercenary #f-01-57 #lobotomy corporation #ruby rose #rwby

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inkmemes · 1 year

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bullet train ( 2022 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from the 2022 action movie. trigger warnings for kidnapping, violence, language, & more. alter as you see fit ♡

“you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from.”

“you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.”

“my bad luck is biblical. i’m not even trying to kill people and someone dies.”

“you said you wanted simple for your first job back. doesn’t get simpler.”

“i know i’m being judgmental. i need to… work on that. but, jesus, what a douche bag.”

“you don’t have to nick the biscuits, man.”

“why’d i do that?

it’s like i got a compulsion or something. i have to take it if i see it. need to talk to someone. serious.”

“you’re bleeding, mate.”

“oh, mate, shit. oh, shit, man. oh, fuck. who the fuck did i kill?”

“fuck is wrong with you?”

“you ever watch thomas the tank engine?”

“i always bring my stickers with me, you know that.”

“[name], you’re startin’ to get on my tits.”

“i want to strangle you now.”

“looks like it’s time for a jaffa cake.”

“three words describe our situation right now. do you know what they are?”

“family’s more important than money, right?”

“if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, i’m gonna shoot you in the fucking face.”

“i will ruin your life the way you ruined mine.”

“dude, i don’t even know you!”

“let this be a lesson in the toxicity of anger.”

“i’m really good with faces.”

“i’m really gonna have to process my part in the incident on monday.”

“we have to have a hard discussion about the caliber of people we are surrounding ourselves with.”

“i didn’t realize i was gettin’ a babysitter to come cut my bollocks.”

“shove that fuckin’ hat up your fuckin’ arsehole, you hear me?”

“i shoot a lot of people.”

“didn’t i mention? i’ve always been lucky.”

“every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?”

“man, i just want to get off this train, go see a zen garden and some shit, you know?”

“you’re the diesel-est diesel that ever fuckin’ diesel-ed, not even close, that i’ve ever seen in my life, man.”

“no, no, no. i ain’t got the time or the patience, let alone the interest.”

“would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?”

“this guy’s like criss-fuckin’-angel. he pops up everywhere.”

“is this like a… like a sex thing?”

“did you go to the authorities?”

“i wanted to handle it myself.”

“are you hiding in a bathroom?”

“boundaries. we need boundaries.”

“i knew my luck would rub off on you.”

“i’m hedging my bets, you could say.”

“oh, my god, did you just say “whack”?”

“you’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“do you have, um, anything sparkling?”

“bro, i just remembered i gave all my money to that guy to wear my h-hat and glasses.”

“you fucking bastard! fucker!”

“for what it’s worth, you seem like a right fucking arsehole and i’m glad you’re gonna fucking die with me.”

“you two do look like twins, huh?”

“well, i don’t think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose, were they?”

“you don’t know anything about life.”

“you know, before us now is just a wall, but it’s an illusion, man.”

“i’m finding it very hard to follow this story.”

“i’m really good at reading people, and something tells me you are just not fucking right.”

“i mean, you’re not even afraid and your lip’s quivering. that’s a tear. that is really authentic, mate, like…”

“i gotta kill ya.”

“i’m glad you enjoyed the performance.”

“fuck, that thing is hot.”

“i’m mansplaining, i’m mansplaining again. i’m sorry.”

“you want me to hold your hand?”

“karma is a bitch.”

“it’s my bad luck. it’s bad luck on acid.”

“i could journal. i should journal.”

“i’m sorry, darling.”

“i don’t know who the fuck you are.”

“he just said that i could be a good backup plan and that a pretty girl makes a good hostage.”

“keep your fucking knickers on, all right?”

“what the fuck are you doing, you bell-end?!”

“make sure you do something that brings you peace, ’cause everything else is a pain in the ass.”

“you’re not going to let me get hurt.”

“you’re creepin’ me out, so, if you don’t mind, could you just find another seat, like, way, way, way down there?”

“i’ll fucking kill him myself.”

“you’re not gonna believe this coincidence, but i already got a dose of antivenom in me today, so i’m good.”

“yeah, you, you, you fucking shot me!”

“i’m fast to kick your ass, though, i swear to god.”

“i should’ve put a bullet through your arse!”

“i built myself up from the nothing you gave me.”

“man, i got a bad feeling about this.”

“i’m so sorry for your loss.”

“it was an assassination attempt on me.”

“i will come. i will always come for you.”

“yeah, it helps to process this. i have a good therapist.”

“our paths were destined to return to each other.”

“dude, all you do is talk about trains.”

“i wanted bubble milk tea.”

“i only do snatch and grab jobs.”

“for what it’s worth, [name] is a dick.”

“the narcissism on this chick.”

“what is with this fucked-up family?”

“please don’t make me regret it.”

“did you come to rescue me?”

“did you need rescuing?”

“you came to rescue me.”

“what’s happening to your face?”

“are you crying?”

“it’s a lot to process.”

“do you think maybe there was a little head trauma?”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp starters #sentence meme #sentence starters

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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We need an AU about the birth of Stevie and Jack seeing/holding her for the first time!

Jack was in Detroit when you called.

“Hey baby, what’s up how’s peanut?” Jack answered the phone in the midst of breakfast with the team before they headed back to Jersey.

You laughed nervously “Well… peanut is coming”

Jack dropped his fork, catching the attention of everyone else “You-you’re having the baby right now?”

“Well no, she’s not like hanging out of me or whatever but she’s coming tonight probably”

“Ok I’m coming!”

The team rallied, Dougie threw some random bills at the waitress and apologized while Nico was calling their travel organizer to get them home earlier.

When they arrived home and got to the hospital you were laying in the bed, face scrunched up in pain.

“Here, I’m here baby!” He announced, thanking your mom who was sat next to you for support.

He kissed your head and your hand gripped his bicep “Hey, how was the flight?”

“Yeah good, i mean don’t talk about me! How’s the baby? How are you?”

You talked him through the whole day from your waters breaking to now.

“And now it’s a waiting game!”

And it was a very long winded waiting game. The two of you ended up watching the Canucks Ducks game in the room.

Jack was talking to her, his head right next to your belly “You see that Peanut? That’s uncle Quinn and that stupid one there that’s Trev”

You giggled, hand tugging lightly on his curls.

Things finally got moving just after midnight, you were crying out in pain. Jack stood next to your head whispering sweet words of encouragement.

“you’ve got this baby”

“you’re doing so good”

“she’s almost here, mama”

When she cried, you did.

“She’s here! You’ve got a daughter, congrats mommy!” The nurse announced.

Jack began crying, kissing your head “You did so good baby, so good”

“Go, go with her” You pushed him towards where the nurse had taken her. You watched as they handed Jack a pair of scissors and cut the cord.

Cleaned off and medically checked they bundled her in a swaddle and placed her in his arms.

Her cradled her, tears in his eyes and he looked up at you too “She’s beautiful, baby”

You only nodded.

“Hi, hi baby I’m your daddy” he mumbled, sitting next to you on the bed.

You reached up, finger brushing over her cheek

“Our Stevie”

“She’s perfect”

Jack held her most of the night while you slept but also because he didn’t want to put her down.

You had to force him out the door to go play in the devils game against the rangers at Madison square garden.

The team were surprised to see him in the locker room but all looked at him expectingly when he said “It’s a girl! I’m a dad, boys!”

You and Stevie watched from the hospital room, talking to her about the rules of the game and the team.

“That’s your uncle Luke there and that one is Jesper”

When Jack scored he was ecstatic, you smiled and cooed at your daughter “Did you see that Stevie? Daddy scored!”

In the intermission interview Jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face

“Jack, what a goal!”

“Thanks! Yeah we played a solid two periods just gotta carry on for another!”

“I hear you’re excited to get home tonight! Got someone special waiting for you” the interviewer said.

He laughed “Yeah, my daughter she was born this morning! the boys have got this win for her!”

@amadacstein: jack hughes says his daughter, stevie was born this morning and his girlfriend, y/n forced him to the game because she’s the biggest devils fan! Nico Hischier says the boys will get the win tonight for Stevie, their littlest team member!

They won and Jack was so excited to get back to the hospital and pick you up.

A little after eleven he burst through the door “Peanut I’m back!”

“Shhh she’s asleep” you scolded, the sleeping baby in your arms stirring.

He apologized silently before kissing your head and mumbling “let’s go home”

It took a lot longer to get home with Jack driving at 3mph the whole way but when you eventually did and got Stevie in her own room you announced you’d be taking a shower.

Jack stayed staring at the little being a little longer

“Gosh, I love you so much peanut. welcome to our world”

#life of stevie

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peonierose · 11 months

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Wildflower

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Keiki Lahela (F!MC) x Koa Haulani (M!OC)

Words: 4,000+

Rating: Teen. A few curse words.

Summary: Keiki who still struggles with trusting guys and entering a new relationship after Dylan broke her heart, meets someone new. Will she give Koa a chance or will she let her fear of getting hurt win and therefore miss out on a great connection with Koa?

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch Thank you for giving us the chance to write amazing stories. So my base is 1st base. My word is lipgloss (it will be in color) and my sentence is "I thought you might like (blank), so I brought you some."

Sidenote: Thank you to these wonderful ladies without whom my story would’ve never be finished @annieruok94 💚 @txemrn 💚@socalwriterbee 💚 Thanks so much 💚

Two months ago…

Keiki

I was standing in front of a big oval mirror, putting on some lip gloss. The tube says coral crush. It’s my favorite.

My best friend Alexis, or Lexi for short, and I got ready at her place for a college party at the boy's fraternity house.

It’s the last party to ring in the semester finals.

Apparently there’s going to be plenty of hot guys and

»You should let go and get a groove on«

Lexis' words, not mine.

I chose a black satin halter-neck dress with a soft flaring skirt. It ended at the knees. I paired my dress with my favorite heeled ankle boots with pearl studs.

Making me a bit taller than my 5‘5 feet.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this carefree and good. If my brother could see me now in my dress, I smiled.

Luna would just tell him to let me have fun, and he’d shake his head and yell ”Have fun, but please don’t get pregnant. I’m not ready to become an uncle yet.“

I love my brother, and now that we’ve repaired our relationship? He’s my rock. Any time I need advice, I can go to him.

I learned to trust him again and to forgave him, though we did come a long way to trusting each other once more.

It’s like Bryce said, ”Holding on to the past is painful. You should learn how to let go of the pain.“

I smiled at that. Because he’s right. Not that I’m going to tell him that. My brother's ego is already big enough, no need to inflate it even more.

I looked around Lexi's room for my little black and white striped purse. When I saw it, I took it and walked down the stairs, where Lexi was waiting for me.

”Looking good, Keiks.“ Lexi winks.

I rolled my eyes at her, and she laughed, snorted at the end.

She grinned at me and grabbed her car keys. When we’re inside the car, I wanted to put on a Britney Spears song.

But her next words stopped me.

”No Britney Spears songs. Last time we rode in the car together, you and Luna were singing Britney songs all the damn time. Please, no more Britney.“

I gasped.

”Really? I thought you liked her songs?“

”I lied. I didn’t want to say anything. Because you were having so much fun. But after listening to so many of her songs, I’ve gotta say it’s a no for me.“

I shook my head and grinned as I put on Shake it off by Taylor Swift.

Alexis laughed.

”That’s a song I approve of. This is why we’re best friends.“

I shook my head laughing.

The soft, salty breeze wafted through our hair and through the open sunroof of Lexi’s purple Jeep.

I lifted my hands up in the air as Alexis and I sang along to Taylor Swift's song – Shake it off.

A short drive later, we arrived at the party.

Alexis put the Jeep in park, turned off the ignition, and we got out.

Once outside, I stared at this huge beige painted house that sat on a freshly manicured lawn, surrounded by palm trees and hibiscus bushes. Making the night smell like a flower garden.

Several cars are already parked outside. People are milling on the lawn, drinking and laughing, when we arrived.

Looks like there wasn’t enough space to fit everyone.

Alexis and I exchanged a look and then just shrugged as we walked towards the entrance and almost got run over by a group of girls in neon bikinis.

Lexi and jumped out of the way.

So, this is what mayhem in the form of a college party looks like.

”Damn. Not what I expected.“ Lexi whistled.

I grinned as we got inside and saw people dancing everywhere on a makeshift dance floor.

One guy tried to grab my ass a mere second ago. I pushed his hand away. What a jerk.

If I wanted to be touched, I don’t want it to be some drunk person. Who won’t even remember tonight and is just trying to score.

”Lexi! Keiki!“ A redhead squealed. It’s Maren. She’s super nice. We've all hung out before. She’s followed by Trina, Malia and Ailani.

”So glad you guys came. It would’ve been a snooze fest without you.“

She gave me and Lexi a hug and then dragged us deeper into the crowd.

Lexi points to the stage where they’re setting up a karaoke station.

”Oh my god. A karaoke station! I’ll go and sign us up.“

I sighed and can’t even get a word out.

Maren and the others grin.

”Looks like it’s going to be karaoke night later,“ she grinned at all of us.

Lexi came back, grinning widely. Not revealing what song she chose. Making my nerves flutter in anticipation.

When it’s time for us to sing, my knees shook a little because I’m really not into big crowds. I never was.

A mic turned on and a tall guy with long black hair grinned at all of us. His blue eyes sparkled with joy.

”Alright. Alright. Looks like we’ve got our first round of beautiful ladies ready to sing a song. So, what are you going to serenade us with?“

He grinned at Lexi who winked at him.

”Shoutout to my Ex by Little Mix,“ she said.

”We’re singing what?“ I whispered loudly next to Lexi.

”Just relax. It’s a good song. Try to have a good time.“

”Lexi, I’m serious. Of all the songs you could’ve picked…“ I spluttered.

”Trust me Keiks, you need this cathartic moment.“ Lexi grinned softly at me.

My friends gave me an encouraging smile and nod. And some of my nerves settled a little.

As the first tunes came on I needed a second to get into the song, but once I did, all nerves just fell away, and I actually enjoyed myself together with my friends.

Koa

Frat parties aren’t really my scene. I prefer smaller gatherings to large ones.

I came because friends of mine tried to get me out of my funk.

Not only that, but I’ve been tired and restless lately, so they begged me to come to this party.

As my best friend Keanu pointed out earlier this morning

»Dude. Get out of your house. Stop studying. And just let loose, you need to get laid man.«

Subtle as always.

I chuckled to myself. I’m glad I have him by my side. He always knows when to kick my ass and get me out of my bubble.

So, here I am. At a party that’s already in full swing.

I squeezed all my 6‘2 feet through the crowd. As I tried to find some space where I can actually move around and not get elbowed in the ribs all the damn time.

As I get further into the crowd, I can see there’s a stage where some girls are singing karaoke.

About to walk away, I noticed one of the girls singing.

That dress! Flowing like a river and hugging all the right places.

Her brown hair flings back and forth as she’s singing a song by Little Mix?

My sister loves that band, that's how I even know the song.

I keep walking up to the front, so I’m closer to the stage. To have an unobstructed view of the girl who’s singing.

»I swear you'll never bring me down«

»Shout out to my ex, you're really« quite the man«

»You made my heart break and that made me who I am«

»Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now«

»Well, I'm I'm all the way up«

»I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down«

The other girls are hugging each other as they sing what seem to be the last lines.

I don’t even notice the other girls. It’s as if they faded into the background.

Because I only have eyes for the brunette.

Who is she? And how come I haven’t seen her before on campus? Maybe because I live off-campus?

There’s something underneath that radiant smile of hers that is pulling me in.

Perhaps it’s the sadness with the last notes. It’s as if her brown eyes are saying, please don’t hurt my heart.

Because I can tell that this song means a lot more to her than to the other girls on stage.

I ask myself who hurt her like that? As if my heart pulls me closer to her only to say »You’re safe with me.«

Pulled out of my thoughts by my best friend's voice.

”So that was a good start. Thank you to Lexi, Keiki, Trina, Malia and Ailani for this wonderful performance. So, who’s up next?“ Keanu said, his brown eyes sparkled, and he pushed his black hair out of his face.

I grinned when I saw my best friend on stage.

He pointed to each girl on stage. Then he pointed to the girl I was looking at.

Keiki. The name rolled off my tongue. It’s a beautiful name and it fits her.

I smiles as I made my way through the crowd. I really needed to find an opportunity to ask her out. Even if it’s just to dance tonight. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t.

If life has taught me anything? It’s to take chances. Even if it doesn’t work out the way you wanted it to. At least you can say you gave it your all.

Keiki

I got off-stage, and I knew I look med like a sweaty mess. I'm so thirsty, I knew I would rather not touch the alcohol they had to offer. I’m in need of water.

”I’m going to get me some water. You want some?“

Lexi shook her head.

”I’m good.“

”Alright. I’ll be right back.“

I navigated myself through the crowd as I tried to locate the kitchen in this giant house. It’s more like a maze than a house.

Meanwhile, I moved around drunk people, which is a sport in and of itself.

When I got to the kitchen, I push med the white wooden door open. Thankfully, there’s no one in here.

When I shut the door to the kitchen, the noise of the party was a little muted. Which gave me time to catch my breath.

I’m about to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, when I heard the door opened again.

I turned around and did a double take when I saw the guy who walked in.

Cold air from the fridge blasted onto my face, as I’m holding on to the fridge door.

The water bottle I grabbed almost slipped out of my hands.

Where the hell did this guy come from? I haven’t seen him around. I had to look up, since he’s at least 6‘2 feet tall.

I swear, he looks like a real version of Ken.

Blond hair, bright sea green eyes, chiseled jaw.

He wore ripped jeans and a stark white shirt that stood out on his tan skin.

While I still stood there like an idiot. Unmoving. Mouth wide open and stared at him, like I’ve never seen a guy before, I try to mentally slap myself and to get out of my funk.

”Hi.“ He said as he walked closer.

Up close, his eyes looked as colorful as the green Severum fish. The rich green hue of the fish reminded me of this guy's eyes.

We’ve had a whole chapter on fish close to the end of the semester, so that’s why it’s so fresh in my mind.

”Hey.“ I waved nervously. Trying to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Can you say first awkward conversation? Get it together, Keiki. You’ve seen guys before.

But holy shit, none of them are like him.

”Did you try to escape the crowd too?“

I grinned, licking my lips.

”That obvious?“ I played with a strand of my hair. A nervous habit of mine. I’m usually not like one of those giggly girls, but for some reason he brings that out in me.

He walked over and reached around me to grab a water bottle from the still open fridge, his arm slightly brushed against my shoulder.

I got goosebumps all over my body, not just because of the cold air but because of skin on skin contact.

His cologne wafted towards me. Reminding me of the fresh and clean ocean.

He took a water bottle for himself and closed the fridge with a snap, making me pay attention to his next words.

”It’s not that. I wondered why a gorgeous girl like you would hide in here.“

I scoffed.

”I’m not hiding. I was getting some water for myself.“

”Sure.“

He nodded slowly and took a sip of his water.

Damn. Why does everything he does look sexy? Why can’t he be unattractive? It’d be easier not to like him.

He grinned as if he caught me staring at him. I blushed and looked away.

”I’m Koa by the way.“

”I’m Keiki.“

”Yeah, I saw you on stage. Great voice.“

”Oh…thank you. I was so nervous, but eventually, I had a lot of fun.“

I grinned at him, and he grinned back, two dimples showing in his cheeks.

Oh my god! I love dimples. I can’t stop looking at him. Feeling a magical pull.

But I tried to be careful, I didn’t want to fall for a pretty face. Only to get hurt again.

My spine stiffened and I leaned on the kitchen counter next to the fridge.

Hopefully, he didn’t notice anything about my posture changing.

The water bottle, half drunk, dangled from his fingertips.

”Do we have some classes together?“

He asked me and I thought back to my schedule. But I can't think of any classes I shared with Koa. I shook my head.

”I don’t think so. What’s your major?“ I asked.

”Marine biology.“

”Ah got it. That’s why our paths haven’t crossed. I’m studying to become a vet.“

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

”No way! Damn that’s cool. But it’s a lot right?“

I nodded and laughed.

”It’s okay. The first semester was tough. Although I’m actually ahead of my reading schedule. And its fun. My brother is a surgeon. Becoming a vet felt more like my calling.“

He smiled softly, and it transformed his whole face from a pretty boy to a gorgeous guy.

I’m left speechless for a few seconds.

I smiled slowly and Koa grinned back.

”Smart and beautiful. Dangerous combo.“

My smile faded.

”If you’re trying to score, try again.“

His grin fell.

Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have said that. As I’m trying to scramble for another reply, his next words hit me.

”I was serious. I don’t give out compliments if I don't mean them.“

I raised my eyebrows.

”I…wasn’t trying to insinuate anything. It’s just… I’ve…“

He moved closer, making me want to move away. But I’m not able to escape his eyes. Which are full of understanding.

”No need to explain. I get it. When you’re ready, you can tell me. I can wait.“

”When?“

”You didn’t think I’d not ask you out, did you?“

”I could’ve said no. I just met you.“

He grinned.

”Something tells me you’re far too curious not to at least see if you like me.“

”Hmm. You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?“

”I don’t think I’ve got you figured out at all. I don’t judge or assume something about others. I let time be the judge. People sometimes need time before they’re ready to share certain things, and that’s okay.“

A slow smile spread on my face, but I tried to tone it down.

”Let that smile spread. I’d love to see it.“

I grinned.

”There it is. You shouldn’t be scared to let others see it.“

My stomach took this moment to grumble loudly.

Koa laughed.

”Looks like someone is hungry.“

I turned beet red.

”Yeah. I…uh…forgot to eat earlier…“

He shook his head.

”We can’t have that. Let’s see what this kitchen has to offer. Unless the guys have eaten everything. Which wouldn’t surprise me.“

”Do you live here?“

”Would you judge me if I said yes?“

He turned his head and grinned at me.

”I wouldn’t. I was just curious.“ I said defensively.

”Relax. I’m just messing with you, Keiki. My best friend Keanu lives here. I live off-campus. I visit him from time to time here. But he usually hangs out at my place.“

”What about you?“

”I live off-campus too. I live with my brother and his fiancé.“

I took off my heels and hopped on the counter. My feet dangled in the air.

”Sounds good. And you save money by not having to pay for your own place.“

He opened the cupboards and got out a couple of bags and put them on the counter.

”Looks like I found our dinner. We have a fine selection of chips. Sour cream and onion, bacon. And salt and vinegar. And my personal favorite, Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn.“

I looked at him and when I saw the colorful bag, I almost sighed. It’s my favorite snack.

”You’re kidding? I love Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn. I always add…“

”…spicy cheese dip.“

We said at the same time and then laughed.

”Oh my god, I thought I was the only one who eats it this way. Can we check if there’s any?“

”Way ahead of you,“ he said.

He stepped closer to me until his jeans grazed against my bare legs. Making me shiver.

He handed me a jar of spicy cheese dip.

”God, I haven’t eaten this in a while.“ I sighed in bliss.

”I used to eat this so much my parents had to hide it from me.“

”My brother who eats his gross oatmeal tells me how Hurricane popcorn and spicy cheese dip is gross?“

I grinned as I dipped my popcorn into the cheese.

He stopped eating for a second to stare at me.

”You’re mocking oatmeal? Oatmeal is actually good for you.“

When I just stared at him.

”To each their own.“ He winked at me.

”Good answer.“

We kept eating popcorn until the whole bag is empty.

”Damn that was good.“ He said and I nodded. Licking my lips.

My lip gloss is completely gone by the time we’re finished.

His eyes wandered to my lips. And I felt my heart racing in my chest. My breath caught in my throat.

He moved closer until he’s only inches away from my lips. I can feel his breath on mine.

”You’ve got something right here…“

He wiped away some cheese dip from the corner of my mouth and licked it away.

”Thanks,“ my voice came out breathless.

”You’re welcome.“ His voice is deeper than before.

He brushed a strand of my hair and put it behind my left ear.

I don’t know who leaned in first, but I gripped him by his shirt collar to pull him closer to me.

He put his hands on my legs, leaning towards me.

At first, it was a feather-light touch of our lips.

His lips are soft and warm against mine. He tasted faintly of salt and cheese from the Hurricane popcorn.

I pushed my hand through his soft hair, pulling him closer.

As he let his hand wander to my neck. Cradling it. Deepening the kiss in turn.

We were both reaching for each other. Wanting more. I’ve never felt this way before.

Needing him like my next gulp of water.

We both break apart for what seems like hours.

We both breathed heavier and just tried to gather our thoughts.

When the silence stretched on for too long, he put both of his hands on my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on my temple.

Feeling a warmth spread through my stomach. A sensation I haven’t encountered yet. It’s as if I’m coming home.

And that’s when the panic settled in.

As if he felt it, he put a finger on my still swollen lips.

”You don’t have to say anything.“

I kept staring at him.

”We’ll figure out what we feel when we’re ready.“

I nodded at him. Not able to utter a word about what just happened.

Suddenly, the door opened and both Koa and I jumped at the sound. Making me grip his bicep.

When I saw it’s Lexi, I breathed out.

I thought it might be a drunk person mistaking the kitchen for the bathroom.

I hopped off from the counter as Lexi came inside. She saw me and Koa still close together.

Me, still gripping his bicep, blushing furiously. I let my hand fall.

A big grin spread across Lexi’s face.

”Oops, looks like I’ve interrupted you guys.“

Koa and I stared everywhere, just not at each other. Too caught up in what happened mere seconds ago.

Alexis broke the silence.

”I’m Alexis. Keiki‘s best friend. We come as a package deal.“

Koa chuckled, totally caught off guard.

”Nice to meet you. I’m Koa.“

He winces. Lexi must’ve tightened her grip. I shook my head, not able to hide my grin.

”Just to tell you. If you hurt Keiki. I’ll hurt you where it really hurts,“ she smiled sweetly.

Koa coughed.

”Alright. But I think Keiki can take care of herself. She seems like a strong girl.“ He said with a strong sense of confidence.

Both Alexis and I raised our eyebrows. Alexis slowly grinned as she turns to me.

”I like him, Keiks. He’s not stupid. And he’s nice to look at. You’ve got that whole Ken vibe going.“

Koa turned to me, and I just shrugged, still not able to meet his gaze. So, I looked at a point over his shoulder.

”Hey, don’t look at me,“ I retorted. But then I gave in and looked at him.

He smiled and his aquamarine eyes danced with delight.

He’s about to leave, but then turned back and got out his phone.

”Mind if we swap phone numbers?“

Alexis put her arm around my shoulders.

”Of course she doesn’t mind.“ I elbowed her and she laughed.

”What she said. I don’t mind.“

I untangled myself from Alexis and Koa and I exchanged numbers.

He grinned and he’s out the door.

When he’s gone. I turned to Lexi and we both squealed and danced around.

When the door opens again, we turned around only to see Koa who grabbed his water bottle next to the fridge.

”Forgot this. Nice dance moves, by the way, Keiki.“ He winked at me.

Alexis and I pressed our lips together. When he’s gone again we sat down on the kitchen floor and I leaned my head on Lexi’s shoulder.

”Oh my god. See? I told you that you‘d meet a hot guy. You should listen to me more often.“

”Yeah. You were. I won’t make a habit out of telling you that you were right. Otherwise, your ego will get ginormous.“

Lexi laughed and pulled her knees closer together. I put my hand around her knees and she squeezed my hand.

”According to my sister and brother, my ego is already big enough. But thanks, I appreciate hearing I helped you out. And who knows, maybe you can thank me at your wedding for bringing you two together.“

I snorted.

”Let’s not jump ahead. Koa and I just met. I don’t want to plan so far ahead.“

She turned her head and looked at me as if she picked up on something in my voice.

”What’s wrong Kei? Are you scared?“

I put my hand against my stomach, leaned against the cupboard and hugged my knees.

Not wanting to admit that, the way Dylan ended our relationship over a text, still haunts me.

The pain lessened. But all the memories, kisses and hugs we shared? Yeah, it’s still there and sneaks up on me from time to time.

I try not to think too much about Dylan. I’ve moved on. Though, I’ve been hesitant to go out with anyone.

It’s been over two years since I moved to Honolulu with my brother and his fiancé, Luna.

I’ve gotten better, being surrounded by family. But every time I meet a guy I actually like? I get scared he’ll hurt me like Dylan did.

So, that’s why I’m so hesitant to let anyone in. However I want to try to be more open-minded to new relationships.

From what I’ve seen so far, Koa seems really nice. And his kisses are fantastic.

Alexis bumps my shoulder, making me come out of my thoughts.

”Look! Just try to get to know him. Koa is a nice guy. I’ve heard good things about him. And if there’s no connection, then you’ll find someone even better.“

”What would I do without you?“ I said.

Alexis winked at me as she got up and offered me her hand.

”You’d make bad fashion choices.“

I grabbed her hand and stood up.

”Excuse you? I have an excellent fashion sense. Thank you very much.“

She put her head to the side, and together we walked outside the kitchen and joined our friends.

Singing and dancing the night away.

Koa

I’m still in a daze over the kiss with Keiki. Damn, I’m screwed. It’s as if we were trying to brand each other with our kisses.

Not that I’m complaining. I will never forget the way she tasted. And I know I won’t be able to get her out of my mind.

Before walking out of the house, I looked around for my phone and then I cursed. I must’ve left it in the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, a slow grin spread across my face.

I looked at the counter and saw my phone sitting next to the fridge. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Someone could’ve walked in and taken it.

Before I left the kitchen, a little coral orange tube caught my eye.

When I moved closer I could see it’s a tube of lip gloss. I turned the lip gloss around and the back said »Coral Crush«

I grinned and without having to guess, I know it belongs to Keiki. I put it into the back of my jeans pocket.

I’m going to give it back to her when we see each other next time.

Hoping against hope she’ll give me a chance to show her that whoever hurt her the way he did, I’m not him.

I walked out of the house with a lighter spring in my steps.

When I looked up I saw the stars glistened in the midnight sky, and the scent of the hibiscus bushes made me smile.

I’m damn happy to have met Keiki, I have this strange feeling that I’m in for a couple of surprises. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A week later

Keiki

”Keiks? There’s a package for you,“ my brother said when he entered the kitchen.

I looked up from my phone.

”Thanks.“

I took it from him and when I opened it a small letter fluttered out, together with a tube of lip gloss.

I smiled as I saw my favorite lip gloss on the table.

I took the letter and read it, just to see who got me my favorite lip gloss.

Because I looked everywhere, but I must’ve lost it at the party.

Keiki,

you lost your lip gloss at the party. But since it was almost empty, I thought you might like a new tube of Coral Crush, so I brought you some.

Koa

I finish reading the letter and smile to myself. He spells trouble. But never did I want to be more in trouble than with Koa.

#Wildflower #Keiki Lahela #Koa Haulani #open heart #spring fever pitch

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