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infiniteimaginings · 8 months ago

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Can you do a evie x reader fic where the reader hasn’t seen evie since she’s lefted and they reunite again but under distressing circumstances?

You Forgot About Me (Evie x GN!Reader)

Summary: Evie decided to help Ben find Mal on the Isle of the Lost and bring her back to Auradon. She didn't expect to see you, because she had never planned on returning. What will she do when she sees you again? Pronouns: You/Yours They/Them Warnings: None, it's angsty though! Word Count: 3.0k A/N: I'm back!

Mal was currently being punished like a child in her shared bedroom with Evie, scolded like a child. She rolled her eyes slightly, pushing an ombre blonde to purple lock of hair behind her ear as she sat on the bed, hands clasped together as she listened to Evie tell her about what she did wrong.

Evie was pacing, sighing heavily, holding Mals spellbook in her hands, close to her chest. “This,” The blue haired princess spoke, holding the book tighter, “is confiscated until further notice.” She told her best friend, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

Mal rolled her eyes, pushing herself off the bed, hands on her hips. “Evie, I’m sorry, okay?” She mumbled out, “It’s just a lot of pressure and I just…” Mal trailed off, looking out the window to the groups of people walking by, laughing. They were enjoying their day, they knew what they were doing, who they were…Mal didn’t know any of that. She looked back to Evie who gazed upon her with concern. Mal sucked in a breath, “I just don’t know how to do the princess thing.” She continued on, slightly hugging herself.

Evie frowned at her and walked over to her, placing the spell book down, placing her hands on Mals shoulders. “This is all still pretty new to you, to all of us.” Evie spoke out, rubbing Mal's arms gently. “You’ll get the hang of it.” She continued, pulling Mal in for a tight hug, the soon to be princess, queen, hugged her back softly. Her gaze was elsewhere, but Evie couldn’t see it.

“You’re better at being a princess here.”

Evie pulled back with a sad smile, “And you’ll be a better queen than anyone.” She told Mal, fingers combing through her friends' curls. Mal tilted her head with a smile, biting the inside of her cheek and scrunching her nose. “I’ll try.” She told Evie who nodded, taking the spellbook with her to the door, “Just take a minute to breathe, okay?” Evie explained to Mal who nodded, sitting back on her bed.

Before EVie left Mal called her name, causing her to look back into the room, “Yeah?” Evie asked, tilting her head, holding the book securely. Mal took a deep breath, looking at her hands, “Do you ever miss the Isle?” She asked, eyes following up to see Evie shaking her head.

“Not really.”

Mal was shocked at the answer really, she picked at her nails. “Nothing at all? The wildness of it, the rule breaking?” She asked, her thoughts screaming, 'The feeling of being free?’

Evie leaned on the doorway, “No, Mal.” She told her honestly, shrugging, not even thinking about it. “I don’t miss anything about the Isle.”

Evie left Mal alone with her thoughts, explaining to their friends that the press and expectations are a lot for Mal. They understood how it was to go from being on the Isle of the Lost to going to Auradon Prep randomly one day. They didn’t understand how it was to be the daughter of Maleficent and the stress of becoming the new queen of Auradon. All they could do was sit by and be supportive, helping out and showing Mal they cared about her.

Unfortunately being caring and supportive for Mal didn’t work and the next thing they knew, she was gone. Ben had no idea where she was and he was pacing around the office of the castle, silently cursing himself for not noticing how she was feeling. When Evie walked in, he was hoping for good news but with the look on the princess’s face it was clear that wasn’t the case.

Evie was frowning, “She went back to the Isle.” Those words sent Ben into a spiral. He thought about all the dress fittings, the paparazzi, the students, his parents, the world staring at her, saying how she was VK and was going to be with him. He thought about how he never noticed how pressured she was due to such a big change, and he wanted to slap himself. How do you not notice when someone you love is feeling overwhelmed? With that, he decided he was going after her, to show her he loved her, to show her he was there for her.

Evie immediately knew that was a terrible idea because he had no idea what the state of the Isle was, and he was a prince. She knew if he went there alone, everyone would pick pocket him, manipulate his ideas, or somehow find a way to never return him to Auradon.

She also knew she couldn’t be the only one to go with him, so she went to the two people who knew Mal best, other than her. The two people who also knew the Isle best, just like her and Mal. Their friends Carlos and Jay, the two who were with them when they were first chosen to go to Auradon Prep.

She walked into the boys room, explaining the situation to the two who were sitting, staring at her blankly.

Carlos blinked, “You’re telling me that Mal is…” He paused, leaning forward, “missing in action?” He asked and Evie nodded, “Yeah, she went back to the Isle and I don’t want Ben going by himself.” She explained, sitting in the arm chair across from them. Jay stood up, now leaning on the bedpost, face twisting as he began to understand, “Because he’s never seen the Isle personally.” He thought aloud to which Evie confirmed with a head nod.

The three continued to discuss the idea and Evie finally asked, “So, you’ll come?” and the boys looked at each other with furrowed brows, back to their best friend. “Obviously.” They spoke simultaneously, blinking because they didn’t expect her to ask, it was just assumed they would be tagging along regardless.

The plan was almost perfect, but good enough for them. They would go to the Isle, hide the limo, find Mal, convince her to go back, and return to their lives.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple. They had to show Ben what it was like to be on the Isle, which was something in itself. Showing him the darkest parts of themselves that they never wished to resurface, was hard, no matter how much Ben thought he knew. Children were robbing the people of the Isle, people lived in dirt and grime, there was no sort of prestige there. There was only survival, there was no best version of yourself. On the Isle, the only way to grow was to be the worst version of yourself and make people fear you.

Evie walked with the group, making Ben stand in the middle of the group so that those from the island could at least cover him a bit. As they walked, Evie saw a glimpse of someone familiar. Everyone on the island was slightly familiar, you know almost everyone on the island if you grew up there, but this person she just couldn’t ignore for some reason. She told Jay to stand in front of Ben while she checked something out, and she would meet them at the hideout. He didn’t question it and continued on with Ben and Carlos, walking out of sight.

The blue haired princess maneuvered through trash and people, looking around for that person until her eyes set on you moving some boxes around. She walked closer to you, the sound of the ground crunching made her flinch due to the volume, but when the person looked over, she relaxed a bit.

That person was you, you looked at her and a smile brought its way to your face. You put down the boxes, “Evie?” You asked, taking off your gloves, walking over to her. She nodded quickly, mirroring your smile, meeting you halfway to engulf you into a hug.

You returned the hug, face deep in the crook of her neck, arms around her waist, “It’s been a lifetime.” You mumbled into her shoulder, holding her even tighter.

Evie felt warmth on her face as your voice vibrated through her body, she hugged you sweetly, not really wanting to let go. The two of you actually stayed in that position for quite a bit. The only reason the two of you pulled apart was because she had a flash of a memory from not even two days ago. The memory of when Mal asked her if she missed anything from the Isle and she said she didn’t miss anything without missing a beat. Evie pulled apart from you, looking into your eyes, and she felt regret because how could she forget you?

You stood with a smile, looking around the area, your eyes shining. Your hands were on Evies waist, hers were on your shoulders, rubbing your arms. “I knew I saw Mal earlier!” You spoke, the comment snapping Evie out of her thoughts. “Are Carlos and Jay with you?” You asked, looking around, fingers gently rubbing along Evies sides, causing her to shiver.

She inhaled sharply, nodding a bit, “Yeah, we need to get Mal back to Auradon, she kind of ran out on us.” She explained briefly, a small summary of the events. Your fingers loosened on her waist, your brows furrowing, “I’m sorry?” You asked, smile faltering. Evie didn’t notice really, she played with your sleeves a bit, nodding with an airy laugh, “There’s a whole thing to that, but, where’d you see her?” She asked, remembering how you said you had seen her earlier.

You had a frown on your face, brows knitted together, “No.” You spoke in a harsh mumble, the tone change caused Evie to finally look at you properly, without thinking about anything else. “I mean, you’re leaving?”

Evie tilted her head and nodded as if it were obvious, “Well, we have to go back home.” She spoke without thinking.

“This is your home.”

“That’s not what I meant to say-”

You dropped your hands from her waist, eyes narrowing in shock, “Yes it is.” You spoke lowly, licking your lips a bit. Evie bit the inside of her cheek, trying to find a way to explain herself, “I have to-” You cut her off.

“No, you don’t, you want to.” You told her, looking her up and down. “There’s a difference.” You spoke in a blunt manner, eyes now half lidded, unimpressed, disappointed, unsurprised.

Evie blew air through her cheeks as she rubbed your arms, “Come on, that’s not fair.” She tried to smile but truthfully, she was a little nervous.

You scowled at Evie, your eyes narrowed and you stepped back out of her gentle grasp on your shoulders. “You think just because you go to Auradon Prep, now that you’ve left the Isle…” You paused, breathing out an airy laugh, “You think everyone is just what? Below you?” You asked, head tilting. Evie dropped her hand, taking a step back at your words, biting the inside of her cheek. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, “That’s not what I meant by it.” She spoke slowly, eyes opening to reveal her saddened dark brown eyes.

You shook your head, pointing at her accusingly, “You probably didn’t even give us a second thought when you walked onto that campus, did you?” You asked her, arm dropping, falling into a crossed motion.

Evie couldn’t say anything, because to be fair, you were right. She was so excited to go to Auradon Prep, she didn’t even think about the Isle and the people when Mal asked or before.

You shook your head, a smile of disbelief etched onto your face, “Evie, you need a reality check.” You snarled, words spitting into Evie who flinched at your words in confusion. You stepped towards her a bit, body leaning forward, “You weren’t picked because of your fashion or your personality, you were picked because of dumb luck.” You reminded her of what everyone on the Isle knew, the truth all of the VKs on their dark and grim island knew, the truth no one would ever forget. No kid of a villain is chosen for their potential, because they had none.

When Evie didn’t respond, you simply continued on. You saw how her eyes widened, how her lips parted, she clearly wanted to think differently but deep inside, she knew it. You continued on, words cutting deeper and deeper than ever before, you knew it was wrong to hurt her, but she was leaving you. People don’t leave and get to be happy, it’s not fair to the kids who are stuck on that stupid island.

You glared, sucking your teeth at Evies’ still figure, like she was scared to move. “Prince Ben chose the daughter of the Evil Queen, because he thought she was one of the worst villains here.” You spoke, facial expression one of anger, filled with emotion. “He wanted to prove a point, he didn’t pick you because you were worth it, he picked you because he felt sorry for you.” You spat, face contorting in betrayal.

The blue haired girl was silent, still, in shock. Her heart was pounding, her chest was aching, she felt dizzy, but she just couldn’t move. She wished you would stop talking, but of course you had to keep going.

“You’re not a hero and you will always be a VK from the Isle.” You told her, but your words were muffled to her. She looked at you, she looked through you as you spoke and her voice picked up volume, but it was only slight. Evie trembled as she spoke to you, “I wasn’t trying to erase that.” She whispered out, brown eyes glossing over with tears. You dropped your arms at her response, staring at her blankly, “You’re clearly trying to erase the rest of us.” You told her, frowning. “You’re trying to erase me.” You mumbled out the last part of the sentence. The anger that was in you seemed to disappear right in front of the princess, it seemed to fade into a great sadness you had been holding onto for almost a year since Evie had left.

Evies nostrils flared, she pushed her hairs off her shoulder, “No I’m not.” She said through gritted teeth.

“I bet you’ve found your true love since I wasn’t worth it, hm?” You asked, hands on your hips, “Since clearly I wasn’t enough to even think about.” You continued on.

Both of you were angry, but at your comment Evie just sighed, frowning. Her beautiful brown eyes were teary, she sniffled, moving her blue hair out of her face. You expected her to prove you wrong, to tell you that she loved you, to hold you.

“I can’t love you how you want me to.” She told you, the words cracking your heart as they echoed in your mind. Her voice was quivering as she said it, she walked forward to you, you didn’t move. Your eyes were watering, you kept your lips tight in a frown so you couldn’t break out into sobs. Evie knew better, she held her hands out, gently holding onto your face, looking into your eyes.

It was then that your lips parted and you cried, tears pouring, hiccups escaping, your cheeks were wet, your face warm from the feeling of crying. Evie nodded, stroking your cheek, her own tears streaming down her own face, she bit her lips as she looked at you. “They need me there.” She whispered to you, cupping your face with her hands as you cried.

You tried to pull back, you tried to walk away, but her gaze kept you right in front of her. You shook your head, her hands moving with your head, her palms never leaving the warmth of your cheeks. Her thumb gently wiped your tears away, but more fell. Your vision was blurry when you tried to make eye contact with her, “And I need you here, is that not enough?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, lip shaking, arms crossing so she wouldn’t see your hands trembling. “Am I not enough?” You asked, blinking rapidly, trying to keep yourself together.

Evie couldn’t say anything when she heard footsteps coming near the two of you. She jumped back, putting space between the two of you and you wiped your tears, keeping your mouth closed. You crossed your arms, looking down, kicking to the ground so whoever came would just pass through.

You looked up and saw familiar white hair, a freckled boy who looked to Evie. “Evie, we have a problem, we have to go.” He spoke seriously. He noticed that Evie was looking across from her so he turned in the direction and saw you, his eyes widened with a shine to them. “Hey!” He grinned, walking to you, hugging you softly even though he was in a rush. You nodded to him, smiling a bit and returning the gesture, “Hey Carlos.” You whispered out, wiping your tears discreetly. “I can’t chat, I was just leaving, but we should catch up.” You told him, nodding when the two of you pulled apart and he agreed. He scrunched his nose, patting you on the back, “I’ll know where to find you.” He smiled, shooting you finger guns as you left, walking away with a sniffle.

Carlos walked back over to Evie, hands on his hips, “I haven’t seen them in what, like a-'' He began but Evie cut him off, “A year.” She spoke bluntly, staring at the direction you walked off to. Carlos noticed the difference in her mood from before, but before he could ask about it she shook her head to bring herself back to reality., “What’s going on?” She asked him, wondering what was so urgent.

Her friend frowned at her but understood, “We found Mal, but Ben said she wasn’t coming back.” He explained to which Evie nodded slowly, suspecting there was more to this. Carlos sighed out a bit panicked, “We can’t find Ben.” He spoke quickly and Evie's eyes widened.

Now wasn’t the moment for heart to hearts, now was the moment to find their friend and get out of there.

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hoodzgyal · 1 year ago

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headcanon that jason worships your body like you’re an altar to his own personal goddess, yet cannot fathom why you’d ever want to do the same.

the same man who’s tongue laves over your stretch marks, freckles, moles and scars, literally shuts down at the notion that you’d ever want to do the same. he kisses over every scar, every blemish, whispering soft, “you’re perfect,”s, and “i love you”s, yet can’t stand hearing those words fall from your lips, can’t see a world in which you mean what you say.

headcanon that for the longest time, the furthest thing y’all did sexually was let him give you head. headcanon that jason fights tears the first time you suck him off, kissing at his scars and bruises the same way he did for you. headcanon that he whines and moans sweet praises, unsure where to put his hands, afraid to hurt you by guiding your head with them.

your honor he just needs some love omg :(

#— evie dreams #— evie’s boytoys !#jason todd smut #jason todd x black!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine

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fandomnerd9602 · 6 months ago

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Evie holds up her magic compact…

Evie: who is the fairest of them all?

Y/N: you. There’s like no contest

Evie: what? The mirror didn’t even-

Y/N: a woman who looks after her friends and others is the fairest in my book…and the most beautiful

Evie blushes…

Evie; I just might have to keep you.

Y/N: I’m a no refunds person.

Evie giggles as they interlock arms and walk off together…

#Disney #disney descendants #descendants #evie #evie x reader #sofia carson #disney incorrect quotes #disney fluff #disney imagine #descendants incorrect quotes

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charlotteking23 · 10 months ago

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Can you do headcanons for Ben x daughter of Scar!reader

OMG yessss

Ben x Daughter of Scar!reader

Ben definitely fell first and harder for Y/N.

When Ben first met Y/N he was instantly in love with her. He was a little shy to get to know her so he left her love poems and notes every day in her locker. He did not know if she liked it because she never showed emotion.

Y/n on the other hand absolutely loved it and it made her feel loved by someone, she was dying to know their secret identity.

Even though Y/N gave Ben a love cookie it felt too real to be fake. He gave her a dance and song routine that was surprisingly coordinated for being planned last minute.

During the coronation Ben told Y/N the love potion wore off, he finally had the guts to admit he loved her and had been leaving her the love notes in her locker. Let's just say she was so happy she was practically on top of him giving him kisses all over his face.

Ben lavished Y/N with gifts all the time anything she wanted she would get and let me tell you, she definitely used it to her advantage.

Ben took Y/N on picnic dates, movie dates even Netflix and chill dates and Ben was surprising an amazing cook and enjoyed cooking on their dates, it was so romantic a candlelight dinner.

Y/N was a natural lady of the court and a future queen. Growing up with her father Scar, he taught her everything about being a ruler. Ben couldn't be any prouder.

Y/N had kept a secret that only the Vk's and her father knew. She inherited her father's power, allowing her to change into a lion whenever she wanted. She was scared Ben wouldn't like her anymore if she told him.

After so much time apart from Ben because of his kingly duties and Y/N and Evie working on a VK's exchange program, which lets the villain kids come live in Aurdon, she realized she must tell Ben the truth no matter what.

She told Ben and waited for his reaction only for her to be shocked when Ben started squealing seeing his beautiful girlfriend a lion.

From this point forward he started to nuzzle her head and scratch behind her ear which had Y/N cuddling him. Man was it paradise.

Ben didn't think he could love her anymore but boy was he wrong. He never left her side and appreciated her for being able to tell him her secret.

They lived happily ever after THE END!

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nightingale2004 · 5 months ago

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Can someone answer me why the Once Upon a Time cast looks more like the descendants casts parents than the actual descendants cast parents?

Can someone answer me that?

Like seriously, put Regina mills and Evie together side by side, and they look seriously related. Same with Once upon a time Cruella and Carlos.

Disney should've used the Once upon a time cast as the descendants' vk's parents instead of the people they casted

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speaknow-sw · 20 days ago

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𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

24/10/2024, Prompt : Crossdressing, Sex Toys & Spanking with Scott Barringer

A/N : mdni, consensual non-con, spanking, sex toys, crossdressing, slight mindbreaking, feminization. Fourth fic guys, this one is FUCKING LONG but that bratty sub Scott deserved his fic too ! Poor baby, he just need to feel safe and and loved :(

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝑜

Scott lounged against the back of the chair, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He had been testing your patience all evening, pushing boundaries, his remarks sharp and teasing. You stood in front of him, arms folded, your gaze unwavering, no longer entertained by his little game.

"You think this is funny?" Your voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it that made him glance up, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Scott shrugged, his smirk widening. "What? You’re the one getting all worked up."

You took a slow step toward him, your eyes never leaving his. The room seemed to grow smaller, the tension thickening as your presence filled the space. He straightened slightly, the shift in your demeanor finally catching his attention.

"You’ve been acting like a brat all night, Scott. And I think it’s time you learn why that’s not going to work with me."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the look in your eyes silenced him. You stepped even closer, until there was barely any space left between you. Your voice dropped lower, firm and controlled, as you leaned in.

"I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with."

For the first time that night, Scott’s smirk faltered. His pulse quickened as the air between them shifted. Whatever game he had been playing was over now. You weren’t angry—no, this was something else entirely. Something far more commanding.

He swallowed, unsure for the first time how to respond. You smiled then, slow and deliberate, leaning even closer.

"Now, are you ready to behave?" You asked, your voice silk over steel, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

« Take your costume. Panty, bralette, stockings and garters included. I want everything » You snarled

Scott's breath caught in his throat as he heard your command. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his eyes widening in shock. The room suddenly felt stiflingly hot, the air thick with tension.

He glanced down at his hands, clasped tightly in his lap, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. Swallowing hard, he met your gaze, his blue eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Y-you want me to... to put that on? Now?" His voice was barely above a whisper, trembling slightly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The idea of wearing women's lingerie, of exposing himself like that, made his heart race.

But even as his mind reeled, he found himself nodding, almost imperceptibly. There was a part of him that craved this, that wanted to submit to your every whim. He had always been drawn to you, to your strength and confidence. And now, here you were, demanding his complete obedience.

"Yes, miss," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you say."

He reached for the bag containing the lingerie, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled out the delicate garments. The panties were sheer and lacy, the bralette barely more than a scrap of fabric. The stockings were silk, with intricate garters to hold them up.

Scott stood slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he faced you. He held the lingerie up, his eyes meeting yours questioningly.

"Where... where do you want me to change?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

Scott stood there, holding the lingerie, his body trembling slightly as he awaited your response. The sheer material of the panties and bralette felt foreign in his hands, a stark contrast to the clothes he was used to wearing. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his face flushed with embarrassment and anticipation.

He glanced around the room, searching for a place to change. The bed, the dresser, even the closet door – everywhere he looked, his eyes kept returning to you, taking in the intensity of your gaze. It was as if you were seeing right through him, reading his thoughts and feelings.

"In front of you, miss?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. The thought of stripping down in your presence, of revealing himself completely, made his heart race even faster. But he knew better than to disobey your command.

Slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He pulled the shirt off, revealing his pale, smooth skin, and tossed it aside. Next, he unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

Now clad only in his boxers, Scott felt more exposed than ever before. He stood there, vulnerable and uncertain, his eyes locked on yours. He could see the desire in your gaze, the hunger that made his body ache with longing.

He shimmied out of his boxer, his cock already semi-hard from the thrill of submitting to you. He stepped into the lacy panties, pulling them up his thighs and settling them around his waist. The material was so sheer that he could feel the air against his skin, making him shiver.

Next, he slipped on the bralette, adjusting it so that his chest was pushed up and displayed for your viewing pleasure. As he reached for the stockings, his hands shook slightly, the anticipation building within him. He rolled each one up his leg, fastening the garters to hold them in place.

Your eyes racked in his body hungrily. « Such a good girl » You purred as you pushed him on the bed « Now, now, now… you were acting like a little brat earlier. Being mean, being provocative, swearing …doing anything you wanted. » You chuckled taking out a box. « Now, choose some sextoys for your punishment. »

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the bed beneath him, his body sinking into the soft mattress. He looked up at you, confusion and excitement swirling in his gaze. Your words washed over him, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Being mean? Swearing ?" he repeated, his voice uncertain. It was almost too easy, too tempting. The brat in him, the rebellious streak that had gotten him into trouble all night, surged forward.

"Fuck that," he spat, his blue eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not your fucking doll, you know. I don't want to be punished."

He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, the movement causing the lacy bralette to shift slightly. The sheer panties rode up his thighs as he moved, exposing even more of his pale, smooth skin.

"You can't make me do shit," he continued, his voice growing louder, more aggressive. "I'm not gonna be your little bitch, no matter what you say."

Despite his words, there was a glint in his eye, a hint of mischief that belied his true feelings. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power dynamic shifting between you.

His gaze fell to the box in your hands, and he licked his lips unconsciously. He knew what was inside, knew the kinds of toys that could bring him to his knees. But he wasn't about to admit that.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to be?" he sneered, gesturing towards the box. "Some kind of sick punishment? Well, I don't fucking want it. I'm not into that shit."

Even as he spoke, he could feel his cock twitch in the confines of the sheer panties. The thrill of defying you, of pushing your buttons, was intoxicating. He wanted to see how far he could go, wanted to test the limits of your patience.

"You know what? Fuck you," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I'm done being your little puppet. I'm not gonna do what you want, no matter how much you try to make me."

You gripped his hair pushing his head against the mattress. « Choose some toys » You snarled angrily « Brat » You tsk-ed

Scott gasped as you gripped his hair, forcing his head against the mattress. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending a jolt through his body. He could feel the roughness of the sheets against his skin, the cool air hitting his exposed flesh.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He knew he was pushing you, testing your limits. But the thrill of it, the danger, was too intoxicating to resist.

Reluctantly, he reached for the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it. Inside were an array of toys, each one more intimidating than the last. Vibrators, dildos, paddles, and restraints all stared back at him, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.

He picked up a small vibrator, turning it over in his hands. It was sleek and black, with a tapered tip that looked like it could bring him to his knees. He tossed it onto the bed beside him, reaching for something else.

Next, he chose a pair of leather cuffs, running his fingers over the soft material. They were adjustable, with a sturdy buckle that would keep him restrained no matter how much he struggled. He set those aside as well, his mind racing with the possibilities.

As he rummaged through the box, he could feel your eyes on him, watching his every move. The intensity of your gaze made him shiver, made his skin prickle with goosebumps. He knew he was putting on a show, knew that every toy he chose was another step towards his own punishment.

But he couldn't stop himself. The brat in him, the part that craved attention and control, refused to be silenced. He continued to select toys, each one more daring than the last. A paddle with raised bumps, a dildo that looked impossibly large, a blindfold that promised to take away his sight and leave him at your mercy.

When he was finished, he tossed the box aside, the contents scattered across the bed. He looked up at you, his blue eyes defiant, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"There," he said, his voice rough and challenging. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? To see me becoming your little bitch ?"

Scott's heart raced as he lay there, surrounded by the toys he had chosen. He could see the anger in your eyes, the frustration that radiated from you like a physical force. But he couldn't bring himself to apologize, couldn't find the words to take back his defiant actions.

He knew he was playing with fire, knew that his behavior would only lead to more intense consequences. But the thrill of it, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, was too powerful to ignore.

As you loomed over him, he could feel the heat of your body, the tension in the air between you. His skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert. He wanted to know what would come next, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance.

"Go on then," he taunted, his voice low and husky. "Show me what happens when I'm a bad girl."

He arched his back slightly, pressing his body against the toys scattered across the bed. The cool metal of the vibrator pressed against his cheek, the leather cuffs brushing against his wrists. He could feel the weight of the paddle, the promise of pain that it carried.

"I'm ready," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "Do your worst."

"Little bitch." You spat taking his wrists and cuffing them behind his back. Next, you took the blindfold and wrapped it around his head. "I don’t like this. You choose things too easy. Let’s spice it. I bet you can take it like the good little slut you are." You seethed taking a spreading bar out of the box and clasped it to his stockings-clad ankles, making it impossible for him to close his legs. "Which gag do you want, beautiful ? The ball one or the ring one ?" You chuckled.

Scott's breath hitched as he felt the cold metal of the cuffs click shut around his wrists, binding them tightly behind his back. The sudden loss of mobility sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

He squirmed slightly as you knotted the blindfold around his head, plunging him into darkness. The lack of sight heightened his other senses, making him hyperaware of every touch, every sound. He could hear your breathing, feel the heat of your body as you moved around him.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice muffled by the blindfold. The word was barely audible, but he knew you heard it. He knew you could sense his fear, his anticipation, his desperate need for more.

As you attached the spreading bar to his ankles, he let out a soft whine. The cold metal against his skin made him gasp, his body instinctively trying to close his legs. But the bar held them apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

He could feel the cool air on his most intimate parts, could feel the dampness beginning to form at the top of his cock, soaking the thin panty. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of embarrassment and arousal that made his head spin.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling slightly. " Fuck, none of them."

He didn't want to admit it, didn't want to give in to the desire that coursed through him. But he knew that the ball gag would muffle his cries, would keep him from begging for mercy or pleading for more. It would leave him completely at your mercy, completely under your control.

He knew he was powerless to stop you, knew that he had brought this upon himself with his bratty behavior. And yet, a part of him reveled in the submission, in the knowledge that he was completely at your mercy.

You shoved the ball gag in his mouth and clasped it behind his head, patting his head. "Good girl," You purred before gripping his hair. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?"

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the ball gag press against his lips, his mouth stretching wide to accommodate the intrusion. The taste of rubber filled his mouth, the flavor foreign and slightly bitter. As you fastened the straps behind his head, he let out a muffled whimper, the sound barely audible over the thundering of his own heart.

He could feel your hand on his head, stroking his hair in a way that should have been comforting but only served to heighten his anxiety. Your words, spoken in that sickeningly sweet tone, made his skin crawl.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to shake his head, to pull away from your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy.

As you gripped his hair, tugging sharply, he couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain. The sensation shot through him, making his toes curl and his body arch involuntarily. He hated the way his body responded to your touch, hated the way his cock twitched in the confines of the sheer panties.

"Nmph!" he whined, his voice rising in pitch. He knew he was being a brat, knew that his behavior would only earn him more punishment. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop the needy whimpers and pathetic pleas that spilled from his lips.

He wanted to beg you to stop, to release him from this torment. But he also wanted more, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance, your control. He was caught in a cycle of pain and pleasure, of fear and desire, and he couldn't see a way out.

You shook his head I asked you a question. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?" You snarled. Scott's head snapped back as you shook it roughly, the motion sending a jolt of pain through his neck. He let out a muffled whine, the sound barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.

He knew what you wanted to hear, knew that you expected him to admit his own weakness, his own submission. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, couldn't utter the words that would seal his fate.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice rising in pitch as he tried to shake his head. But the cuffs held him firmly in place, his movements restricted, his body completely at your mercy.

He could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes, could feel the humiliation burning in his cheeks. He hated the way you were treating him, hated the way you were making him feel. But he also knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment.

As you continued to hold his head, your grip tightening, he felt a wave of panic wash over him. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy. And he had no idea what you had in store for him next.

He tried to speak, to plead with you, to beg for mercy. But the gag muffled his words, leaving him unable to communicate, unable to express his desperation.

"Nmph!" he whimpered, his voice breaking as he struggled against the restraints. He wanted to break free, to escape this nightmare. But he knew it was futile, knew that he was powerless to stop you.

As the tears began to fall, trailing down his cheeks, he finally understood the depth of his submission, the extent of his own weakness. He was a whiny little bitch, just as you had said. And he would pay the price for his bratty behavior, no matter how much it hurt.

You saw him cry "Shhh, no babygirl, don’t cry. Don’t waste your pretty tears. Please, sweet things…" You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott's body trembled as he felt your lips on his skin, your gentle kisses a stark contrast to the rough treatment he had received moments before. He was confused, torn between the desire to push you away and the longing to give in to your touch.

As you continued to kiss him, your soft words washing over him like a soothing balm, he felt his resolve crumbling. He wanted to believe you, wanted to trust in your kindness, in the love you claimed to have for him.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to turn his face away, to escape the tenderness of your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, forced to endure the onslaught of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

He could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. But he couldn't stop them, couldn't control the flood of emotions that surged through him. He was tired, exhausted from the constant battle between his desire for submission and his need for control.

As your lips found his, he let out a soft moan, his body melting into yours despite his best efforts to resist. He knew he was giving in, knew that he was surrendering to your dominance. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't fight the magnetic pull that drew him to you.

In that moment, he realized that he needed you, needed your guidance, your love, and your control. He was your little girl, your whiny little bitch, and he would embrace that identity, no matter what it cost him.

As you continued to kiss him, your hands roaming over his body, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was safe, protected, and loved. And he would do anything to keep that feeling, to stay in your good graces.

"Mmmmph," he moaned again, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted you to take control, to show him the depths of his submission, to make him feel alive.

He knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment. But he also knew that he deserved it, that he needed to be reminded of his place

"I’m gonna take care of you baby, this is a punishment but it’s also my way to love you. I love you baby, you’re safe…" You cooed, stroking his cheek. You took the paddle and slowly turned him on his stomach. "The punishment is almost finished sweetheart, almost. I just need to spank you for you to understand the extent of my forgiveness. Ten little slaps and it’ll be over, try to count okay little one ?" You crooned.

Scott's heart raced as he felt your hand on his cheek, your soothing words washing over him like a warm embrace. He knew that the punishment was coming, knew that he had earned it with his bratty behavior. But in that moment, he also knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that the pain would be worth it in the end.

As you turned him on his stomach, he could feel the cool sheets against his skin, the roughness of the fabric a reminder of his vulnerability. He tried to brace himself for the impact, to steel himself against the pain, but he knew it was futile. He was completely at your mercy, and he would have to endure whatever you had in store for him.

"Mmmph!" he whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for mercy, to beg for forgiveness, but he knew that it was too late. The only thing he could do now was accept his punishment, to count the slaps and hope that they would be enough to satisfy your anger.

He felt the paddle against his skin, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat of his body. And then, without warning, the first slap landed. The pain was sharp, intense, and he couldn't help but gasp, his body arching involuntarily.

One.

The second slap came quickly, the sting even worse than the first. He bit down on the gag, trying to muffle his cries, but it was no use. The tears flowed freely, his body shaking with each blow.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

By the time he reached five, his bottom was throbbing, the pain radiating throughout his entire body. But he didn't dare stop counting, didn't dare disobey your command. He knew that he had to see this through, had to prove to you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

With the final slap, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had done it, had endured the punishment and counted each blow as you had instructed. He knew that he

Scott's body trembled as the last slap landed, the pain coursing through him like a wildfire. He wanted to collapse, to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. But he knew that he couldn't, that he had to stay strong, to show you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

As he lay there, his face pressed against the mattress, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, but he also felt a sense of relief, a sense of accomplishment. He had done what you asked, had counted each slap, and had proven his devotion to you.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice raw and hoarse from the gag. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, but he still couldn't help the way his body shook, the way his heart raced.

He could feel your presence beside him, could sense the warmth of your body, the tenderness in your touch. And as you gently stroked his hair, he felt a wave of love wash over him, a love so deep and profound that it brought him to tears once more. "You’re so…beautiful, all dolled up for me. Pretty little thing." You whispered, caressing his curls.

In that moment, he knew that he would do anything for you, that he would endure any punishment, any pain, just to feel this way, to know that he was loved, cherished, and protected.

Scott's body relaxed as you unclasped the spreading bar and removed the cuffs from his wrists. The sudden freedom was overwhelming, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, and he couldn't help but melt into your embrace as you cradled him in your arms. The blindfold went out too, but he chose to keep his eyes closed.

He whimpered, his voice soft and vulnerable as you stroked his hair and hummed softly. He could feel the love and tenderness in your touch, could sense the affection in your words. And as you called him a sweetheart, praised him for his obedience, he felt a sense of pride swell within him.

He had done it, had endured the pain, the humiliation, and the fear, all for the sake of your love. And now, as he lay in your arms, feeling your warmth and protection envelop him, he knew that it had all been worth it.

As you continued to stroke his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp, he felt his eyes growing heavy. The exhaustion of the past few hours was catching up with him, and he could feel himself drifting off to sleep, safe and secure in your embrace.

Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard your voice, soft and soothing as you praised him for his beauty. "Shhh, sweet girl, you were so good, so good for me. Oh, you're such a sweetheart. Look at you, all pretty."

You took a pink dildo and a little one with a jewel. "You deserve a reward sweet girl. Choose one to go inside." You purred.

Scott's eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, his gaze falling upon the two dildos you held in your hands. He couldn't believe that after everything he had endured, you were offering him a reward, a chance to find pleasure in the midst of his pain.

He looked from one dildo to the other, trying to decide which one he wanted. The pink one was larger, thicker, and he knew that it would stretch him in ways he had never experienced before. The other, with its sparkling jewel, was smaller and more delicate, but no less enticing.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for your guidance, to let you choose for him, but he also knew that this was his reward, his moment to assert his desires.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he reached out and took the pink dildo, his fingers wrapping around the smooth, silicone shaft. It was heavier than he had expected, and he could feel the weight of it in his hand, the promise of the pleasure it would bring.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and pleading, silently asking for permission, for your approval. He needed to know that he had made the right choice, that he was still worthy of your love and affection.

As you smiled down at him, nodding your approval, he felt a surge of excitement course through his body. He was ready for this, ready to experience the pleasure that only you could give him.

He laid back on the bed, his legs falling open in an invitation, a silent plea for you to take control, to guide him through this new experience. He trusted you, believed in you, and he knew that you would make this moment unforgettable.

With the gag still in place, he could only whimper and moan, his body already trembling with anticipation. He was yours, completely and utterly, and he was ready to embrace the pleasure that awaited him.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted to feel you inside him, to be filled and stretched and claimed by you. He wanted to feel safe, to be your little girl. You stroked his ass. "On all fours, ass up, sweetheart."

Scott's body trembled with anticipation as he heard your command, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. He wanted to please you, to show you just how obedient he could be, and he knew that this was his chance to prove himself.

With a soft whimper, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass to you as you had requested. The cool air on his exposed skin made him shiver, and he could feel his hole clenching in anticipation.

He heard you move behind him, could sense your presence, and he waited, breath bated, for your touch. When your fingers finally brushed against his entrance, he let out a soft moan, his body arching into your hand, desperate for more.

You teased him, your fingers circling his hole, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. He could feel his arousal growing, his cock twitching and hardening as you worked him over. He wanted to beg you for more, to demand that you fill him, but he knew that he had to be patient, to wait for your signal.

And then, just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt the dildo pressing against his entrance. He braced himself, his muscles tensing, as you slowly pushed the toy inside him. The stretch was intense, but not painful, and he could feel every inch of the dildo as it slid deeper into his body.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice muffled by the gag. He could feel the weight of the toy inside him, the way it filled and stretched him, and he knew that he was exactly where he belonged.

As you began to move the dildo in and out, he could feel his body adjusting to the sensation, his walls clenching and relaxing around the toy. He loved the way it felt, the way it made him feel so full and complete.

He looked back at you over his shoulder, his eyes wide and pleading, silently begging for more. He wanted to be used, to be taken, to feel your dominance over him. And as you continued to fuck him with the dildo, he knew that he was getting exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed.

You unfastened the gag. "Here, you can whimper and moan all you want, sweet girl." You smoothed his stockings and strapped the sleek black vibrator on his cute little leaking cock. "Now, just enjoy little one."

Scott gasped as the gag was removed, his mouth suddenly free to express all the whines and moans that had been building up inside him. He couldn't contain himself, letting out a series of high-pitched chirps and whimpers as you stroked his stockinged legs, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

"Ahhh! Mmmph! Ohhh!" he cried out, his voice raspy and needy. The vibrations from the toy against his sensitive cock only heightened his pleasure, making him squirm and writhe under your touch.

He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, with the dildo buried deep inside him and the vibrator buzzing against his most intimate parts. But instead of feeling ashamed, he reveled in it - in being your plaything, your little girl to use and pleasure as you saw fit.

"Please, Miss! More, more!" Scott begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about his pride. "I need it, I need you!"

His hips bucked involuntarily, trying to grind against the vibrator. The dual sensations of fullness and stimulation were driving him crazy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Ahhh! I'm... I'm gonna..." Scott panted, his face flushed and eyes rolling back. He was so close, teetering right on the brink of a mind-blowing climax.

But he hesitated, remembering his place. He couldn't cum without your permission.

"Please Miss, can I? Can I cum for you?" Scott whined desperately, looking back at you with big, pleading eyes. "I wanna be a good girl!"

"Do you, really ? Are you a good girl ? Develop your answer, sweetheart, I want a whole fucking essay." You stroked his white inner thighs.

Scott whimpered and squirmed under your touch, the sensation of your fingers gliding along his frilly stockings making his skin tingle with need. He wanted to be a good girl, wanted to please you in every way possible, but the temptation to let go and give in to the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

"Y-yes, Miss," he stammered, his voice breathy and high-pitched. "I want to be your good girl. I want to make you proud."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words to express the depth of his desire. "I know I've been bad, I know I've disobeyed you and caused trouble. But I'm trying, Miss. I'm trying so hard to be better, to be the perfect little girl you deserve."

Scott's hips twitched, the vibrator against his cock making it difficult to focus. But he pushed through the haze of pleasure, determined to prove himself to you.

"I want to be good for you, Miss," he continued, his voice growing stronger, more resolute. "I want to follow your rules, to do as I'm told, to make you happy. I know I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it. Every day, I'm trying to be the best version of myself, the version that deserves your love and affection."

He looked back at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Please, Miss. Tell me what I need to do to be your good girl. I'll do anything, endure anything, as long as it means I can please you. I just want to make you proud, to be the perfect little girl you see in me."

Scott's body trembled with the effort of holding back his orgasm, the vibrator pushing him to the brink. But he knew that he couldn't cum until he had your permission, until he had proven himself worthy of such a gift.

"I'm trying, Miss," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trying so hard. Please, tell me I'm doing okay. Tell me I'm being a good girl."

You couldn’t resist how cute he was being. "Shh you’re a good girl. You can cum, sweet thing." You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott felt a wave of relief wash over him as you praised him, your words like a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. He knew that he had done well, that he had pleased you, and the knowledge filled him with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

And then, when you gave him permission to cum, his body responded instantly. The coil of tension that had been building inside him for so long finally snapped, and he felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"Ahhh! Oh god, Miss!" Scott cried out, his voice high and breathy as the orgasm crashed over him. His cock twitched and pulsed, the vibrator sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his entire body.

He could feel his cum spilling out onto the sheets, his hips jerking and twitching with each wave of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, his body trembling and shaking as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his life.

Through it all, he could feel your lips on his face, your kisses soft and gentle, a contrast to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that he was exactly where he belonged.

As the orgasm finally began to subside, Scott collapsed forward onto the bed, his body limp and spent. He could feel your arms around him, holding him close, and he knew that he was home.

"Thank you, Miss," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Thank you for everything I’m sorry for being a brat earlier."

He knew that he would never be able to repay you for all that you had done for him, for all the love and care you had shown him. But he also knew that he would spend the rest of his life trying, that he would do anything and everything to make you happy.

Because that's what good girls do. That's what he was, and always would be - your perfect little girl, your devoted and loyal companion, ready and willing to serve you in any way you desired.

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #james kelly #sam monroe #scott barringer #stephen glass #clay beresford #don piper #kurt matheson #evie writes #scott barringer x reader #scott barringer x you #scott barringer smut #scott barringer imagine #clayton beresford #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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smilelikeacheshirecat · 8 months ago

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Y/n: Guys, I need help

Tony: Financial help?

Bruce: Emotional help?

Steve: Physical help?

Clint: Family help?

Thor: Magical help?

Natasha: Help moving a body?

*everybody stares at Natasha*

Natasha: ...What?

#evie grimhilde #black widow #avengers imagine #marvel fluff #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #natasha romanoff x avenger!reader #yn #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #natasha romanoff #tony stark #bruce banner #thor odinson #steve rogers #clint barton

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helluvabun · 8 months ago

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Hazbin Characters theme songs

Based mostly off vibes

The Hotel (plus lucifer)

Charlie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Anthony

Husk

Sir Pentious

he would def listen to girlboss anthems

Nifty

Lucifier

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howtotrainabraincell · 2 months ago

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Greetings my fellow AC mutual!!!

Lately I have been reading all your canon posts here and may I say that I love them all. You have created amazing canons here. I'm feeling extra romantic so here's an idea: how would the Assassins, including Templars, feel on their wedding day? The before, during and after the wedding. You can choose all of them or a few of them.

Please and thank you 😊🙏 and have a wonderful day today.

Sure thing! This is a cute one!!

A/N: I may not have put it in each one, but they will respect their wife's wishes to not be intimate on their wedding night (whether it be fear or being exhausted from the festivities). But...I mean come on. Who wouldn't want to have a wedding night with any of them?

ALSO, there may be multiple parts to this bc there's A LOT I got going on in this mind of mine when it comes to this lot getting married...

Jacob Frye

Before:

You know this man will have his Rooks there lolll they'll be throwing the biggest loudest bash London has ever seen in honor of their Boss getting hitched. He just might make Greenie his best man (he teases the man to the ninth realm and back but they're good buddies for real).

Jacob takes this seriously. He's still his wonderfully goofy and chaotic self but he takes certain aspects of marriage more seriously. He wants her to know that he'll be good to her, he'll protect her with his life, and he'll love her even after he dies. He also takes setting up a home for her seriously. The man isn't for anything lavish and she isn't either (her cozy non-materialistic ways are something that majorly attracted Jacob to her - high key don't think he'd like somebody who was materialistic, as happiness is in life not things) but he wants to set up a nice little place for them to call 'home' together. A place where they can be together as husband and wife and hopefully have a handful of little rooks running around one day. A place that's theirs and theirs alone.

During:

He thinks she looks beautiful in her wedding dress (he bet she looks even better out of it tho...PFFT). He'll never admit to it, but his eyes began to sting at the sight of her - and of course he wasn't rubbing the tears from his eyes throughout the ceremony! He just had something in his eyes...

He's very genuine and sweet when he recites his wedding vows 'In sickness and in health, etc.' to you, both of you having decided to save the personal vows for each other privately. (Heads up Jacob cried when he read her letter of vows and promises to him, he couldn't believe how sweet it was. Man was legit sitting there thinking 'How'd I get such a wonderful wife?'). He genuinely cannot believe that he found a wife who loves and accepts him for him. Rest assured that any insecurities Jacob has before they marry will soon be gone because his wife loves him the way he's always deserved.

Once the marital vows are said and done, they move on to the exchange of rings...and that's when the tears start.

Jacob knows that she isn't materialistic and that she doesn't need a fancy ring to know that he loves her, but he thinks she deserves it, and he has just thing in mind. Something that compliments her eyes because they're one of his top favorite (and he has a lot lol) things about her. Something that reflects the joy in her eyes when she laughs, the smile crinkles she's developed from years of managing to laugh through her struggles, and the swirls of color. Jacob would definitely enlist the help of his big sister in finding a ring for his soon to be wife and does.she.come.through. When it comes time for the ring exchange, he's pleasantly surprised to find that she put just as much thought into his ring as he did hers.

Both are engraved with confessions of their love for one another and intricately designed to match the spouse they were made for.

After:

He would enjoy the celebration, and it would be planned and based off of how his wife feels about such celebrations. Jacob being a bit more extroverted is likely to enjoy socializing and having a big get together - and if his wife is the same way then great! But if she's more introverted and can only take so much he's whisking her away, so she doesn't get stressed out. I actually think that he would want to be alone with his new wife and not just for *wink wink* but he wants some alone time to just have a slow moment with her. He would enjoy the celebration his Rooks put together for them and she thinks it's so sweet that they went all out, but as we know Mr. Frye has a tendency to act rashly when he becomes impatient. Next thing you know, he's scooping his wife up without a care in the world and carrying her off with a grin five miles wide, her face the exact replica of a tomato as she clings to him, and the Rooks cheering them goodbye as Jacob carries her off.

If she's afraid of the wedding night activities this man is instantly comforting her assuring her that he doesn't expect anything, he would never hurt her, and he'll wait for her. If she's tired? He is too honestly (he does have a lot of energy, but I imagine when he's alone he just OOF crashes but doesn't want anyone to see it. I mean he does have a full-time job annoying Evie ofc lol what else are baby brothers for?) so cuddling and going to sleep together is just fine with him. But if she wants him - tired or not - he'll give her everything he's got and then some.

Do I need to go into Jacob's wedding night? I mean... it's Jacob. The man lives to serve and please. And please he does...

Bayek of Siwa (I included him bc he legit started it all technically a Hidden One but potato pitatoh)

Before: This man is joyful on his wedding day. He's so excited to marry her and spend their days together. Whether this is after his divorce from Aya or we're not going with cannon and it's his first marriage - this man wants to be a husband, he is husband material. He can't wait to pledge himself to her before the gods and dedicate his life to loving her. He can't wait for her to be his wife HOWEVER - If we're going with cannon he was rejected when he proposed to Aya, so he has some understandable hesitancy when he proposes to his love. Can you blame him? He really loved the one he proposed to the first time and got shot down poor guy. It's the second time he's proposed in this life, and he does not make the mistake of thinking that just because they're in love that she'll say yes. He made that mistake before, and it felt like a knife to the gut.

BUT - If we're going with head cannon... this time he found himself a woman who was ecstatic to be proposed to by him (and I mean literally ecstatic like she tackled him in happiness making him laugh his ass off before she showered him in kisses and said yes).

If sticking to cannon he is worried and afraid deep down to remarry. He loves her very much so much in fact he believes that he very well loves her even more than he loved Aya (which like WOW ya know what I'm saying?). But when he's around her all fears and worries are eased and he comes to his senses knowing that he would forever regret not spending the rest of his life with her, now that he's met her and has her in his life.

Headcannon wise he's still a bit scared as being a Medjay is stressful and a known profession in which one is likely to gain enemies (insert middle finger to members of the order of ancients). He worries about her being targeted but he knows that she can take care of herself (she'll make one hell of a Medjay's wife that's for sure LOL). He also fears that it would be selfish to marry her and put her in danger - but upon sharing this fear with her she quickly dismantled his fear. Whether they marry or do not marry, either way - she could possibly be targeted by his enemies, to this he agreed. Then she asserted that it would be better that they face their adversaries together with their love motivating them to eliminate all threats, than to face those who oppose them separately. To this he simply smiled and hugged her tightly melting into her embrace.

During: They didn't really have weddings in Ancient Egypt more so the signing of a binding marriage document, the woman moving into the man's home to live with him as his wife, and then it could/would be followed by a celebration. However...that is Egypt as a whole...not Siwa. Those of us who have seen this beautiful spot in Egypt where beloved Bayek is from, know that it's beautiful and lively (quite frankly a great place to start a family) and you just know that Bayek is from a community that loves him. They're going to throw him and his intended a celebration to end all celebrations.

Hepzefa ISN'T dead I.DON'T.CARE - he's absolutely Bayek's best man.

Bayek in his armor and her in a linen dress covered by a layer of sheer fabric with a lily in her hair, as they get married in the evening when it cools off, the sand unable to burn their feet and the sun unable to glare in their eyes so they can actually look at each other lol. Any fear he had is gone when he sees her at the end of the aisle. They meet each other at the end of the aisle and join arms to walk together toward Hepzefa (who OFC is marrying them obvs). They make their vows before the gods to love, cherish, respect, support and be honest with each other for as long they both live.

After:

Again, if we're sticking to cannon, I think that Bayek would move in with his new wife instead of her moving in with him. A new home and a fresh start with his new wife, is just what this man could use after his arduous journey.

Headcannon however they would move into their own place in Siwa together and work together to make their home everything they dreamed it could be. I HIGHLY believe that he would find a way to make a pond for her filled with water lilies (his nickname for her btw - she's his "beautiful lily").

After a night of dancing, laughter, feasting and sheer happiness they would go home together. They would end the night by sitting on the roof of their new home together watching the Oasis of Siwa from afar, bundled up tightly together in a blanket against the chill air of the Egyptian night. He would point out the different spots of Siwa from they sat, but mostly they would admire the beauty of the moon on the oasis not too far away. They might even go for a swim in the cool waters together, laughing and splashing each other. Tell.me.he doesn't sneak attack her from underwater lloollll. They'd spin around in the water easily with Bayek holding her against him and smiling as she gushes about how much she's enjoyed the day.

I don't think Bayek would make love to her on the banks of the oasis for their first time the man has romantic plans that he plans to woo her with lol. (Later on, in their marriage though...woo!) Rest assured that their first time will be sweet and romantic, he'll make her as comfortable as possible, with pillows everywhere and candlelight guiding their hands within the walls of their home.

Also like the idea of them traveling to Alexandria together and having their honeymoon there. Them exploring the Alexandrian Lighthouse together, the library (shortly before it BURNED DOWN DAMN YOU CAESER), horseback riding through the sand dunes and around the lush greenery near the Nile, going to the markets together and giggling about whatever it is that they find funny, sailing on the Nile together and fishing/gathering reeds for various projects, THEY WOULD CLIMB THE PYRAMIDS TOGETHER CHANGE.MY.MIND.

Evie Frye

Before: Their wedding isn't one that can be celebrated openly but they still have a celebration that is the epitome of love. The two women had both agreed to write their vows for one another and exchange them after the wedding, wanting to keep their promises to each other and words of love just between them.

They couldn't decide on names lol. Evie wanted her last name, and she wanted Evie's last name. But they quickly came up with a solution as they both have brothers. They decided to hyphenate their last names for some extra cover. Evie becomes Mrs. Frye-(L/N) and she becomes Mrs. (L/N)-Frye. That way no one would suspect them being married and if anyone ever asks, Evie married one of her (wife's) brothers and is her "sister-in-law" the same way Jacob is a stand in husband for Evie's wife and she is Evie's "sister-in-law". History will say that they were sisters in law hahaha.

But for real though tell me why they end up calling each other "Mrs" SO MUCH in private (Evie almost forgets that she's a Dame bc she gets called Missus *insert her last name* so much by her wife haha).

During:

Not able to shout their love from the rooftops unfortunately, the couple settles to have a very small and private ceremony. Jacob - who would NEVER breathe a word, Henry who's just happy to see them happy, Ned would probably be there and while Abberline would be SHOOK (I don't care if that word died out like 8 years ago lol it's funny) he would be pleased to know that they've found happiness together.

Tell me why I'm so damn sure that Jacob marries them (he would do that for his sister jokes, loving eye rolls from his big sister and all). They would either get married on the train not too far from the Red Lion where they would go afterward to celebrate, or in Henry's shop (his wedding gift would be lots of various flowers ranging from "everlasting love" to "trust and loyalty").

OR I do have a head cannon that they don't have any witnesses at all. They go up to rooftop facing the Thames and wait for sunrise together with their rings and a basket of goodies they both enjoy. When the sun begins to rise, they make their vows to each other tearfully and very sincerely, pledging the rest of their lives to each other and promising to always be together and love one another. They do this so that they can start the new day together as wives and say what they truly want to one another without an audience. It'll even become tradition years later that they both stay up until sunrise to celebrate their anniversary as the years go on, just the two of them

After:

They do their own wedding presents, and the new Mrs. Frye can't help but giggle at Evie's reaction when she gives her the special edition of her favorite book. I think we can all imagine how ecstatic the loveable bookworm that is Dame Evie Frye would be.

When Evie reads the vows, her new wife has written for her she boo hoos too lol. She can't believe that she's lucky enough to have married such a sweet and wonderful woman. Especially when she thought she would never marry and dedicate her entire life to the Creed.

Something fun the two women embark on together is setting up their home together. Not having been able to have had an open wedding they didn't have wedding showers or receive the traditional wedding gifts; they pick out each piece of their new home together! With how in sync, they are together there is hardly anything they disagree on (unless its Evie's wife trying to get her to stop working herself almost to death...by smooching her to the point where Evie looks like a laughing tomato haha) and their home comes together wonderfully. Everything in their home cozy and a reminder of their love.

It takes Evie a little bit before she finally lets go of the fear that getting married to her love, was nothing more than a wonderful dream. But each morning when she wakes up and either sees her wife next to her sleeping safe and sound, or she wakes to beautiful flowers followed by Mrs. Frye trailing in quietly with a cup of morning tea for her still sleepy wife. Her wife can rest assured that Dame Evie Frye will love her for the rest of their lives.

Altair Ibn La' Ahad

Before: He never thought he would marry or fall in love the way he's fallen in love with her. He's a naturally a confident man, so there's no doubt in his mind that he wants to be her husband and spend the rest of his life with her. There's no doubt...but there is worry. He worries about being a good husband to her in terms of giving her a safe stable home due to being an assassin and he knows that he can be...emotionally stunted, but he plans to correct that and never leave her wondering if he loves her. Because he does with his whole being. After all, if she can help pull him out of his younger arrogant ways, by gently and patiently telling him why he's wrong without criticizing him, then she can do anything.

During: His worries are vanquished when he sees her. He immediately knows that come what may, they'll be alright so long as they're together. He can't stop looking at her during the wedding, making her blush as he smiles at her (surprising the hell out of Malik lol bc the 'tHe nOvICe cAn SmILe?') As they take their vows a few cheeky looks are given here and there the pair obviously checking each other out, (insert Malik gagging like a goof). Altair can't get over how she looks like an otherworldly being with her beauty unmatched by anyone or anything. She can't get over how handsome and gallant he looks in his robes, with his hood down (GASP), his sword at his side as his thumbs rub the backs of her hands. (But with the hood thing he's never had anything to hide, he just wants to show his face and let everyone know that he's marrying her and that he's proud to be her husband. He's a very proud husband haha). When they seal their new union with a kiss, he bends down to pick her up and hold her tightly making her laugh. They both can't stop smiling, completely and utterly happy and excited to start the rest of their life together.

After: He would bring her jasmine and a few Damasks roses - they're nowhere near as beautiful as he thinks she is but the sweetness of each flower reminds him of her - in a neatly gathered bushel and loves the smile it brings to her face. He doesn't care about having a wedding night, he just wants to be with his wife and love on her in whatever manner she wishes. Sitting there and watching the stars over Masyaf or Jerusalem (depending on when/where they get married) If she wants to lay there with him and relax, he's happy to hold her and do just that. But if she wants him to take her...her mind will be blown at just how loving her new husband can be...

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway

Before: He's worried about being a good husband. Very worried. He wants to be a wonderful husband to her, as wonderful as she is to him. He loves her with everything he has of course and would defend her with his life. But he was so focused on his mission to take the Templar order down, to get justice for his mother, so focused on his rage...that despite how much he loves her, he wonders if he can pull himself out of the dark mindset that he was in for so long to treat her the way she deserves. He will try but he still worries. He doesn't want to be angry (never at her keep in mind - about life in general) his entire life. Her kisses and presence helps though, more than she'll ever understand. He wants to be there for her as much as she's been there for him, through thick and thin, no matter what.

During: Feel like there would be two weddings for the couple. A colonial one (planned by the Homestead for the happy couple) and a traditional Mohawk wedding (planned by the Clan mother who is so excited to see him getting married), a wedding to honor both his and her culture. He stands like a statue clasping his hands in front of him patiently, eager, and nervously until he sees her. Cheesy as it is... the sight of her brings him peace. He can't even wait for her to make it to the altar, making his way to her down the aisle in a few long strides to meet her with a smile. They walk down the aisle together arm in arm and hands intertwined, unable to contain their excitement.

After: He can't stop staring at his wedding ring and smiling at it. Typically, the Mohawk people did not exchange wedding rings until modern times, but he loves his and what it represents. The eternal love and union he and his wife will share. His face hurts from smiling so much, but he doesn't mind it a bit. Now as for the wedding night... I think he would be very shy at first. Terrified of hurting her because he's very aware of the fact that he's massive and intimidates a lot of people. He would never do that to her. Being with her is honestly really enough for him, the emotional intimacy the two share is what made him so sure about making her his wife. The newlyweds would work their way up into sex slowly, getting a little closer each time and accompanied by lots of reassurance and soft laughter. And when they finally got it, the assassin and his wife had never felt more complete in their lives. He makes love in plenty of other ways though - mostly through his thoughtfulness and observation which leads to anticipation. He always knows what she needs before she even asks and he's always happy to help.

Their mornings start off with him usually waking first and realizing that marrying her wasn't a dream. He'll watch her sleeping peacefully in his arms, and then inspect their fingers where their wedding bands lie and realize that it's real. They got married. He's married to this wonderful woman. She's, his wife. Before he can begin to spiral in excitement he leans down and scoops her closer to him, burying his face in her neck which makes her laugh softly.

Venturing outside together to enjoy nature and do various outdoor activities, playful banter and pairing up to hunt together and scavenge. He'll look over and see her helping him with a fresh kill or scavenging other items and become overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her out of nowhere. Needless to say, lots of love and laughter fills the lives of Ratonhnhake:ton and his wife.

Henry Green/Jayadeep Mir

Before: He's happy and so ready to be her husband. He's admitted to himself that he's liked her from their first meeting, but he's loved her almost as long (which is not long at all because he fell for her quick). I don't know why but I can imagine that Jacob might try to do the whole "you know how the wedding night works right?" talk with him much to Henry's horror haha. He gently assures the younger Frye that he does in fact know what to do on his wedding night with his wife, if she'll have him. Don't worry though! The man is from India the birthplace of Kama Sutra...he knows what to do. Trust him.

During: Whether she wears the usual white dress or chooses to honor his culture by wearing traditional Indian bridal clothes, this man will be emotional. Guaranteed his eyes will begin to water when he sees how beautiful the woman he loves is, walking down the aisle to him. When they take each other's hands, he can't help the goosebumps of excitement he gets thinking about how lucky he feels to be marrying such a woman. He'll never understand how he got her to agree to marry him (despite being charming have a head cannon that his charm goes out the window when it comes to proposing to her lol he was so nervous that she would say no!) but he'll never forsake her or take her for granted. Perish the thought!

After: Get ready for a very fun honeymoon! Traveling together and studying each place you go, learning fun facts and the history behind the cultures. I think he would be so excited to show her around where he grew up and tell her stories (the happier ones) from his childhood. I also think that Mr. Green would be eager to prove that his intelligence is more than just the book variety...

Shay Patrick Cormac

Before: He's excited. But also, nervous. So nervous. He's aware that the type of life he leads isn't the safest or the most routine/regular thing a man can do. But you can bet that he'll be damned if he doesn't give his all to be a good husband to her. A worry that runs through his mind is dying at sea on the Morrigan and leaving her widowed and alone. He noticeably goes on less voyages after they marry only going when it's necessary. Depending on when they get married, he may still be traveling around on Templar/Shay way business - but either way whether he's close to retirement or still working, he wants to settle down with her. He plans to create a nice home for her, take care of her, love her, and have a handful of beautiful babies that he'll love almost as much as he loves her.

During: The moment he lifts her veil from her face he can't take his eyes off of her. Literally. The only time he does is to briefly and gently slide the ring onto her finger, otherwise he's smiling and staring at her like a lovesick puppy lol. He's so busy admiring his bride that Haytham with a smirk on his face gently clears his throat reminding Shay that the time to seal his new union has come. When the Irish captain realizes what the Grandmaster is saying the man blushes in slight embarrassment, and you bet he turns right around and kisses his new wife. The pair laughs as those invited applaud in celebration, but they're in their own world together.

After: After the wedding he'll take her to his home (read: their home that he hopes she loves) in New York so they can be alone together, in more ways than one. Their home will definitely know what love is when they're there together. He's a go go go kind of man as we've all seen but he's slow and gentle with her and if she finds herself too tired to celebrate in a more intimate way, she better get ready for the best cuddle session of her life. However, if she does find herself in need of her husband...let's just say that he's Captain of more than the Morrigan... Tell me why the idea of him untying his wife's corset is very erotic... Once they start married life together this man is taking her on the Morrigan (if she wants to go that is if not, he has plenty of other fun things in mind...) and sailing her to wherever she wants to go. I imagine she would choose Ireland to learn about where her husband's family came from, and Shay would love showing her around his place of origin.

Haytham Kenway

Before: He's composed in public ever the austere Grandmaster.... but a mess in private. He can't stop fidgeting with his cravat, pulling at his sleeves, straightening his coat. He looks absolutely handsome, but he knows that he won't hold a candle to his angel of a wife - who he DEFINITELY peeked at lol. You telling me this man didn't try to go to talk to her before the wedding because he missed her, and he doesn't stop short by the crack in the door, dumbfounded by how beautiful she looks? His face will be redder than his vest. With how in love with her he is, he feels less the confident Templar, and more so a little boy in very deep love. He's so happy that he gets to marry his love and spend his life with her, just the sight of her alone helps him to calm down and realize: he's marrying the love of his life.

During:

When he sees her coming down the aisle to him, he forgets how to breathe for a moment. The majority of the ceremony is spent exchanging loving gazes, gentle hand squeezes and him trying not to pass out. She notices how flustered he seems and reaches up to gently cup his face for no one's benefit but his. Needless to say, it helps to calm him significantly.

He can't believe how beautiful she is and how he got her to agree to marry him. Haytham doesn't say it in his vows, but he'll give her the world and more and always take care of her. With this man I have a feeling that actions speak louder than words (I mean did you see how he got rizzed by Ziio LOL everyone thought HE would woo HER, but she BAMBOOZLED him). He may not speak what he's feeling, and she may have to play fill in the blanks sometimes when he becomes overwhelmed by his emotions (cue him being very grateful for her patience), but with her complete agreement he's more than happy to show her in a deep kiss or something a bit more husbandly...

When they're pronounced husband and wife he steps forward while the officiant is still speaking and kisses her with abandon. The Grandmaster is thrown out the window for the moment and the lovestruck man comes out much to his new wife's delight. He embraces her tightly never wanting to let her go and his arms sweep her up in quick spin that makes her squeak in laughter as his own grin spreads across his face.

He would spoil.her.rotten come the wedding and wedding presents.

After:

The celebration would be a grand one and last long into the night. Shay swears upon the Morrigan that he'll knock Hickey's lights out if he gets pissed and starts to cause a ruckus LOOOLL. Haytham is a good dancer, but he doesn't like to make a spectacle of himself, for his new bride however he'll get out there and dance with her feeling absolute contentment in knowing that of all the men in the room that could have her in their arms he has her instead. He enjoys watching her have fun, and every time she finds him in the room and smiles at him while she's dancing, the man swears to the gods that his heart starts to race. You can definitely bet that his face stays a decent shade of red for the majority of the ceremony and party.

The party doesn't end when she comes to him and asks if he's ready to retire for the night, taking his hand when he agrees and pulling him toward the stairs. This man's face is ON FIRE as they go up the stairs together because everyone knows what they're going up there to do and that damn Irish Captain won't stop smirking at him -

He'll help her undress not solely for the purpose of making love to her, but because he wants to help her get comfortable (her beautiful form in front of him in nothing but a chemise is definitely motivation too...). Making her comfortable is his number one priority whether they make love that night or not. Making sure the curtains are drawn so the sunlight won't bother her in the morning, the fire is lit to keep her warm (I head cannon them getting married in winter for some reason... I mean they can keep each other warm during the colder months), making sure she has water on her bedside chamber.

They lay together after the long night holding each other comfortably softly speaking about how wonderful everything was. They may discuss the Order if she's curious about it and she'll make goo goo eyes at him as he speaks so passionately about it, with him blushing as she looks at him so lovingly. They may discuss books they've been reading together (tell me Haytham wouldn't have a private little book club for just him and his wife I DARE YOU). Things between them may become charged when they hold each other's gaze for too long... and then he'll really make her Mrs. Kenway...

NOTE: I KNOW I DIDN'T DO SEVERAL CHARACTERS IN THIS POST I'M SORRY OKAY. Seriously though some characters came easier than others - but there will in fact be a part 2.

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Hello Evie! I see you’re available to take requests.

May I ask for a scenario where Spider![Reader] [Gender Neutral or Female] tries to impress Miguel O’Hara (The two are already in an established relationship)?

Examples: [Reader] attempted to capture as many Anomalies as possible (but almost died during the process and needed backup).

Too much..

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x Overworking spider person Reader

Word count: 1317

Synopsis: sometimes overworking yourself isn’t the best thing to do before going on a mission…

A/N: Oh em gee. This was so good and juicy to write!! Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like how it turned out.

“One more mission couldn’t hurt, right?”

You muttered to yourself, looking at the yellow screen in front of you displaying all the current available anomaly’s to catch in the universes. It had been the second week that you’ve officially been a member in the spider society. Of course, the what ifs and anxiety came along with you. Miguel was more than happy to give you a spot at the society since you technically were a spider woman, and you couldn't have been more excited.

But there was always the what-ifs that constantly followed.

What if the other spider people thought you weren’t talented enough to have landed this position on your own? What if they thought you were just using Miguel? What if- Your thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of your boyfriend.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?”

You quickly face him, slightly looking up to meet his eyes. “Oh I was just about to ask if I could do one more mission.” You say, giving a small smile as your eyes look back to the screen.

“Another one? But you’ve already done three today.” Miguel raised an eyebrow, skeptical at your request.

“Oh I didn’t even get a scratch on me, I’d be totally fine to complete another.” Shrugging it off with your fake confidence, you answered.

“Are you sure?” “Yeah I can do it.”

He gave a proud smile, pulling you into a hug. A genuine smile pulling at your lips, you give in and hug him back. The two of you gently rock back and forth, almost melting into each other's touch.

After a good moment of being like this, Miguel kisses your forehead before pulling away. A small frown replaces the previous smile at the loss of his touch, and you look back up to him.

“I’m sorry baby, I gotta get back to work..You have another anomaly to catch too now.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you after. Empanadas for dinner?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

You giggle as he pulls you in for a goodbye kiss, and find yourself ready to go to the next problem awaiting you.

Truth be told, you were exhausted.

After going on multiple missions everyday that were really hard for you, it was starting to show. But you had to prove to everyone why you got your position here. You had to prove to Miguel. And maybe, you had to prove it to yourself the most.

A yawn escaped your lips as you walked through the portal to another earth in need of help.

Immediately you were hit with an overwhelming rush of hot air. Although you did your research on the anomaly, unfortunately you forgot about the earth it was on..

When you opened your eyes, the sight you were met with was a bit concerning. Mountains upon mountains of trash were set ablaze, with an orange sky and no trace of any humans of civilization in sight. You had a really bad feeling about this…. But you had to push through, you couldn’t just back out now. What would everyone think?

“Besides, it’s just a weird environment. Just get the anomaly and go.” You thought to yourself out loud, trying to convince yourself not to chicken out. Not that you have before or anything, the energy was just so draining in this world. Something about it….

Your thoughts were interrupted when a familiar evil voice started to speak.

Doc Ock.

Your spidey sense immediately went off, and you spun around to come face to face with the villain.

“Ah! Well if it isn’t Peter Park- wait… you're not Spider-Man.”

“Yeah yeah I know. listen, can we make this quick? I have to catch up on love island.”

He scoffed. “You might not be him, but you have the same annoying personality.” Doc Ock said before starting to launch his metal arms at you, which you quickly dodged.

The two of you started fighting, you trying to web his tentacles up, and him trying to kill you. While trying to disarm him, he manages to grab you by the foot when you're caught off guard and slam you to the ground. A groan escapes you, and with all your strength you stand back up. You face him again, and the two of you start to fist fight.

Obviously the size difference isn’t ideal, but your strength and training always come in handy during times like these. You both manage to land a couple hits, although yours hit harder. While continuing the unnecessary-long fight, it seems like the heat continues to worsen.

That with the combined exhaustion you’ve been ignoring starts to weigh down more on you than ever, and you're definitely a bit out of it.

Doc Ock lands a hit on your face, sending you falling back.

He takes this opportunity and uses it to grab your neck with a metal tentacle, beginning to choke you. You struggle, gasping for air and desperately fighting back.

“What’s wrong Spider-Man? Heat getting to you?”

The villain taunted before slamming another tentacle on your ankle, and you think it’s broken with all the pain that immediately erupts from it.

You let out a sob of pain, trying to breath and cry at the same time. Small black circles start to cloud your vision, and everything starts to get blurry. Suddenly he seems to let you go, but with all the overwhelming pain you don’t notice yourself back back down.

Head on the ground and face on its side, you barely see the flashes of colors and a large figure comes running towards you before everything suddenly fades to black.

You gasp for air, eyes shooting open and shaking only to be met with overwhelmingly bright lights.

“Woah woah there, calm down! Everything’s ok.” You immediately recognize the voice of your boyfriend, and you turn to see him. Miguel’s loving reddish-brownish eyes greet you, with the usual lack of sleep present right under them.

Your breathing calming down ever so slightly, you look around. In a hospital bed, you see the familiar walls of the spider society’s medbay. Slightly Afraid to look at your own injuries, you focus back on your love.

“Oh Miguel….” You say, reaching forward to give him a hug. The only thing you wanted right now was the feel of his skin. He quickly captured you in his arms, you melting like butter under his touch. The two of you stay like that for a long time, regret and shame already pooling inside you.

“I-I’m so sorry…” Your voice cracked from trying to keep tears in, but they came flooding out. “No no no, you have nothing to apologize for.” His soothing voice said, holding you tight and slightly rocking the two of you back and forth.

“I-I was so stupid.. I couldn’t even catch one doc Ock..-“

“baby that was the fourth mission you’ve been on today. That's way too much for a beginner to try. Jesus.. I didn’t realize how much you’ve been overworking yourself. I’m so sorry I didn’t know…” His words made you feel even more shameful, your shoulders sinking.

“It sounds really stupid but I guess I was just trying to… I don’t know, impress everyone? I don’t know, it’s just been kind of intimidating with everyone else having so much experience and me just.. being stupid..”

“Hey, look at me.”

Your eyes immediately meet his.

“You’re not stupid. You’re strong, and capable, and you’re on this team for a reason. I love you so much and I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.” His large hand cupping your cheek, you subconsciously lean into it. Into the touch. “I love you y/n.” Your heart seemed to warm at his words.

The tears have stopped falling, like the end of a rainfall. And the rainbow that comes after was presented as a smile on your face.

“I love you too Miguel.”

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