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Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Three, Crash It

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

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Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.

Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.

She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.

Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.

It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.

Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.

“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.

“Clearly.” I groan.

“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”

“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”

He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.

“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.

“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.

“Always am.”

“And thank you for the tires.”

I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.

Change of pov

Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.

“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.

She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.

“Hello.”

She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”

She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.

“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.

He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.

“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.

“Come on people, tick tock.”

Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.

“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”

“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.

“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”

“Like I said.”

He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”

“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”

There was a small smile that played on his lips.

He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”

He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.

“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.

“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.

“Anaphase.”

“Like I said.”

They change the slide.

“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.

“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.

“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.

“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.

“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.

“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”

At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.

“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.

“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.

Back to You

At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.

I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.

Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.

I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.

After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.

Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.

I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.

I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.

Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“

“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.

“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”

“We nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.

I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.

“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.

“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.

Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

The blonde man smiles.

“As long as you’re safe.”

We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.

“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.

She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.

Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.

“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.

I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.

It’s Jacob calling, shit.

I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.

“Hello?” I spoke to,

“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.

“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”

“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.

“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say

“Can’t wait…”

“Knock it off.”

I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.

I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.

“Who was that?”

“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.

“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.” I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns.

“No need, you should call mom though.”

She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.

Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.

Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.

“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.

“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”

“What ego?” I jokingly say.

I look over to my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.

I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.

“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.

“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.

“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.

“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.

Thinking about everything that happened today.

Chapter three, edited.

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itsmarsss · 5 months ago

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with a V [Steven Grant/Marc Spector x GN!Reader] (Moon Knight)

Word count: 785

This is another one in the 'scenes i don't wanna throw away from wips that i'm abandoning' series lol. No warnings.

When they 'speak' to each other, italics are Steven, bold is Marc.

Did I just ask them on a date? Yeah and I got their number. Clearly a team effort.

[. . .]

"Hey, actually- I’m sorry if this is weird, but- are you an actor?"

"What?"

What kind of pick-up line is that?

It's definitely not a pick-up line!

"I uh- it's just- every time you come in you have like a different accent? Like sometimes you’re British, sometimes you’re american. Sometimes you even speak some spanish?”

Do you speak spanish?

I can ask where the library is.

Why would you speak to them in spanish?

You think I came here and ‘donde está la biblioteca’d them? Why the fuck would I do that?

“... So I thought maybe you’re doing those method acting things or something."

"Uh, no. I'm not. Not an actor."

"Oh, okay. Sorry for being nosey, but it was eating me alive!” You joke.

"I work at a museum!" Steven blurts out.

"Oh. You do?"

He nods.

"That's so cool! What do you do there?"

He averts his eyes to the floor in some sort of embarrassment. "I uh. I work at the gift shop right now. But I give tours sometimes! That's- that's what I actually want to do. Uh, teach people about… things."

"So you must really know your history then.”

"Enough to give tours about it. Not that I’m trying to be… you know. Presumptuous. Or anything.”

Is it even possible to be ‘presumptuous’ about that?

Shut up.

Who even uses the word ‘presumptuous’ anyway?

Shut up!

"Sounds like you have fun with it."

"Yes- Yes. I really like reading about these things- especially ancient Egypt. That's- that's actually what I give tours on."

Stop rambling.

I don't ramble!

"Really? I've always been more of a greek-roman kind of person, so I don't really know that much about Egypt."

I cannot believe they liked the rambling.

You think so?

"You- oh. Do you want to- would you like to come by the museum some time?"

Yes, Steven! We gotta work a bit on the delivery but that's what I'm talking about! Make sure to put in a good word for me!

Don’t be stupid.

“What?”

“You, uh-”

Oh, fuck, did he just say that out loud?

Idiot.

Fuck, he did. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was- I was talking to myself. Sorry.”

"Oh. Okay. Well, sure, uh… shit, I’m sorry, I never asked for your name."

"It’s Steven. With a ‘V’."

"Okay, Steven-with-a-V. I would like to come by the museum sometime."

Steven looked absolutely shocked, like the fact that you could say yes hadn't even crossed his mind. "You would?"

After what you just pulled, I’m surprised too.

Or perhaps you’re just mean.

"Yeah, why not? Then you can teach me more about those things."

"Yeah. Of course. That would be… good. Great! It would be great. I'm- I'm giving a few tours tomorrow. Covering some shifts. If you- if you want to come by."

"I have the morning shift tomorrow. But maybe in the afternoon? What time are you out?"

"I'll be there until six, actually."

"On a saturday?"

"I switched with a colleague. Got both their shifts for tomorrow."

You smile, finally ringing up his order when someone else entered the place, cutting the interaction short. "6.99."

"What?"

"Your order."

"Oh. Right. Here."

He gives you a ten pound note, and you try to give him his change.

He just smiles at you. "Keep it. As a tip. It's… for being nice to me. And showing up tomorrow?" He hoped he didn't sound cocky. Or like he wanted to buy you with a sorry three fucking pounds or something of the sort or-

"I'd need to know exactly where I need to be for that to happen."

"What?"

"There’s not exactly one single museum in this city, Steven-with-a-v."

"Shit. Right. It's-"

No, dumbass! Don't just tell them!

What else do you want me to do?

Holy shit.

"Steven?"

"Sorry, can I borrow that?" He says, pointing to your notepad… with that american accent, again. You then realize he never did explain anything about that, only saying he wasn't an actor, like you thought he was- which made this whole accent situation a lot more intriguing. You'd ask him about it again, but he'd just invited you to the museum and you weren't about to be nosey and ruin things.

Steven-with-a-v-and-an-american-accent grabbed the notepad and pen from the counter and quickly wrote his number on it.

"Just text me and I'll send you the address."

Eh-dress. What was this man’s deal? "Okay. Yeah. I will."

Did I just ask them out?

Yeah and I got their number. Clearly a team effort.

Can’t you let me have this one?

If you put in a good word for me.

Ah, yes, of course I will, that definitely won’t scare them off.

[. . .]

A/N: probably ooc but i dont really care lol this has been in my wips for like two years probably and it was never gonna see the light of day

#mars writes #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #marvel moon knight #marc spector x reader #marc spector #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant #wanted to make this gn this is a rare occurence around here lol

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delta-pavonis · 11 months ago

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I would love to hear more about Raspberries and Rum?

*cackles*

OKAY. So this came from a conversation that I had with @wordsinhaled in, no joke, NOVEMBER 2022. And I still haven't written all of it. BUT some of the bits from our conversation are goddamned SOLID GOLD and I am cracking myself up all over again reading the transcript. [Important background science here (just read the title).] Here is me just copy-pasta-ing from Discord with no indication of who is saying what:

hob getting wasted on dream’s jizz because he tastes like a good mixed drink suddenly a thing i need to see Hob as New Inn bartender keeps trying to make a new rum cocktail with raspberry flavor and no one understands why referencing it makes Hob blush, it is just a reference to that cool space data, right? now suddenly need a 5+1 where hob keeps making dream trial raspberry rum cocktails until they find the Perfect One and dream is very bemused Gotta keep going back and comparing to the actual source material apparently raspberry season in the UK starts in june where he’s like fucking. up handmaking raspberry simple syrup in the middle of the night and dream is like “ah, offerings” Because, honestly, he is technically trying to figure out a way to have everyone who orders the drink get drunk on something that tastes like his husband's jizz? And I find that fucking hilarious? Definitely deranged Hob humor mainly because he’s like, do i want everyone to suck your dick? this is reserved for me but do i want everyone to know the JOY of this taste? perhaps However, first time a university student of his orders the cocktail, once it is on the menu, Hob has A Moment of Regret™️ just a moment though i wonder if dream is aware he tastes like this or if he just. came up with the most reasonable taste he felt he would have when composing his physical body, which of course would be nothing like human and of course some esoteric shit like didn’t even think about it once so he keeps trying this drink and being like yes my very competent bartender husband perfecting his fancy raspberry drink i am so proud but hob is looking perpetually more glinty around the eyes each time he gets closer to the mark and dream is like, cottoning on that Something Is Up eventually dream is like “there is some... significance here. that i am missing.” and hob has to turn around and hide his face in his hands because somehow he never thought he’d have to Explain what he was doing especially because i feel like this would be some shit hob would try to do one time in the middle of the night while planning the summer drinks menu and then somehow he’d be neck deep in recipes from google weeks later but then dream is fucking. super out of left field when he finds out like... “you are crafting a libation. to me.” and hob is like uhhhhhhh no???? not actually???? am i??? I mean... just... based... on you? Hob will argue semantics on this dream is like you’re distilling my essence into a drink that all your patrons will imbibe and hob is like uhhh maybe? uuuhhh... maybe I am? okay but dream like THAT’S KIND OF HOT and hob is like I WASN’T TRYING TO BE HOT I WAS BEING STUPID and dream is just. yes. my husband can be very stupid. and very hot "These two things are not mutually exclusive, my dear Hob." of course this has to culminate in “you mean to tell me you don’t know you taste like raspberries and rum? you just made yourself taste all... lovely and you had no idea?” “i had not the faintest idea, indeed.” “you’ve never...?” “i have had no occasion to... sample myself, as it were.” “sample... jesus. alright. what are you, an hors d’oeuvre at the department party?” “no. but it seems i could be its signature drink.” DREAM IS A LIL BITCH hob’s inner exhibitionist cackling at forcing his staid ass colleagues to drink this drink while dream broods in the corner indulgently eyeing his antics everyone like “wow robbie this is a GREAT cocktail mind if i nick the recipe off you” and hob is like “ah no actually, it’s a bit of a jealously guarded secret” NO. Dream overhears and that's how he introduces himself, the little shit "And you are?" "Oh, I am Hob's Jealously Guarded Secret."

Here is the first chapter of the 5+1 that is in that WIP file (under cut because NSFW - cw for drunkenness and blowjobs):

One: May

It starts as a joke. A joke in Hob’s head that he doesn’t tell anyone. Because he knows that after this many years walking God’s green Earth that he can have a slightly warped sense of humor.

So Hob keeps his motivations to himself and dusts off his bartending skills, back from when he had just opened The New Inn and was still getting the staff up-to-snuff. And then he sets to work.

He has to figure out the rum first. Actually, Hob knows exactly which rum he would like to use, the second batch of ron miel honey rum by Destilerías Arehucas produced shortly after they opened on Gran Canaria island in 1884, but as far as he can tell there are only three bottles of it left in the world and they are all in his personal collection.

So Hob called some friends and obtained as wide a variety of current lines of Canary Island honey rum that he could manage. He bided his time until the next Friday night, poured out a shot of each in a row on his coffee table, and proceeded to get fantastically pissed.

(Could Hob have sipped and spit out the liquor as he tasted them? Sure. Was this more fun? Absolutely.)

It was only after Hob was well toasted that Dream sidestepped into his living room.

Hob was off the couch and on his knees in front of Dream before he even really decided what to do with his drunk-ass self. He was nuzzling into the fly of familiar black jeans and Dream was letting out a surprised hiccup of a moan and Hob was pretty sure his brain had dissolved into giddy bubbles of lust and want.

Long fingers wound into Hob’s hair and held him there as he rocked forward, purring, “Why hello to you, too, Hob Gadling. I did not expect ah!” A gasp when Hob started peeling away the clothing. “Expect quite this manner of hospitality upon my arrival.”

“Gotta…” Hob had the single-minded determination only liquor could provide. “Need to check…”

Dream made a curious hum of an inquiry at that, but Hob didn’t have time to explain. The taste of the rum was already being diluted by all the saliva pooling in his mouth and he needed to compare them.

It had been just over a year since His Stranger had walked back into his life. Slightly less than that since they realized what absolute idiots they were for each other. It was enough time, given the many many repetitions Hob had to practice, for him to get really fucking good at getting Dream off with his mouth.

Hob, in his infinite need to stroke his own ego, had timed it once. Well, more than once. Many times actually. The current record was 143 seconds from first press of lips to spend. Hob drunkenly thought he could do better than that. Not that he had his phone handy. Ah well, that wasn’t a good reason to not try.

Dream finished getting hard in Hob’s throat, sobbed as Hob swallowed repeatedly. His lover was shaking with it already, Hob preened distantly, and moved to press the tips of his fingers just so into Dream’s perineum. Another press and stroke behind Dream’s balls, this time while Hob sucked with his entire lung capacity as he backed away, and then the Lord Morpheus was coming with a strangled shout right onto Hob’s tongue.

Hob savored it for a moment, eyes closed, cataloging the taste, before swallowing and scrabbling away from Dream to the table. He grabbed the bottle of what he thought was the best flavor match and took a pull from it.

“Oh yeah,” Hob’s ass hit the floor with a thump. “That’s it.”

#WIP Tag Game #Dreamling #Pavonis writes #this is kinda crack

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experimentfae · 2 years ago

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Actor Au Wally darling x GN Human! reader (2)

While you were walking out the guy from before ran towards you “wait the director!” This made you turn around “the-the director wanted you’re number.” He spoke out of breath, Right you forget about letting them know you’re number.

“Oh I’m sorry here it is.” He gave you a paper to write it down. “Thanks.” Then he walked away without another word. Which in return made you continue you’re way home.

Wally’s pov:

That little- I threw another object at my dressing room wall in raged by what the director told me.

“How dare they practically replace Me!” feeling the anger bubbling in me threatening to rage out again, but I heard a knock.

“Wally? Is everything ok?” I know that voice anywhere my best friend Barnaby I let out deep breaths trying to cool myself down. “Come in.” I replied

The I see him walk in looking around the dressing room “wow must be some bad news for you to be acting like this.” He stated seeming concern.

“barnaby… they are basically replacing me!” I yelled in anger but now with sadness mixed along with it, I could tell Barnaby was shocked “are you serious?” He questioned “of course I’m serious Barnaby, you know I would never joke about something like that!” I spoke just the thought of that, human taking my place.

“Wally I’m so sorry we will talk with the director.” He assured seeming confident they could change their mind “no… don’t even bother I know they been waiting for this opportunity, of course it fell right on their lap they aren’t gonna change their mind.” I advised.

He now seem defeated can’t blame him I feel it too “oh even is you’re replacement?” I let out a sigh don’t even want to think about them “it was some human that unfortunately despite my best efforts made it to the audition.”

“Now I can see why you told me not to bother changing their mind.” It’s unfortunate he knew what I meant immediately, sadly puppets still deal with oppression to this day.

I felt him hug my side “I promise Wally it will get better it always does.” I badly want to believe him but I can’t.

“Thanks Barnaby.”

(Y/N) pov:

I let out a gasp, the director gave me a message

[hello (y/n) hope this reaches you and we would be happy to say they you are hired for the new role of welcome home shooting starts on Monday 18th on 9:30 am please don’t be late]

I let out a excited screech “oh my cheese! I… I can’t believe this I got the part, I, I… man what should I do now?” You made a great achievement to the point you weren’t sure what you’re exact move should be.

“I guess I should tell my family!” You spoke feeling happy you called you’re immediate family and told them about the great news and of course they where ecstatic “sweetie we are so proud of you.” Stated you’re (parent 1).

“Yes sweetie we are, I hope this makes great things happen for you.” (parent 2) assured showing how much they cared and where excited for you.”

This made you happy next was to call you’re friend but you hesitated, they wanted the part you got would they be upset?

“Maybe I shouldn’t…” you didn’t tell you’re friend about the news, at least not yet.

But you love to tell them about it and you needed to vent about how Wally didn’t seem all that pleased to see you, you did hear that he wasn’t fond of humans.

But you weren’t gonna let that stop you.

“I’m sure he’ll get over it I just hope the rest of the crew is more nicer, at least I know Eddie is pretty nice.”

Wally pov:

The newest episode went by like normal until the near the end of the episode.

I felt a bit of annoyance looking at the fake new house that appeared in the neighborhood but I have to keep a happy face after all, the cameras are rolling.

“Wow there is a new home!” Cheered Julie “this gotta be interesting.” Spoke Barnaby

I looked Into the camera “neighbor look a new neighbor is coming, isn’t this wonderful news?, are you excited just like us?.”

I paused pretending to expect a response

“That’s good neighbor we must always welcome people with open arms, next episode we would officially meet the new neighbor, can’t wait to see you next week.”

I waved goodbye until the camera cutoff and I fake smile turn neutral.

“Get me a chai latte, now.” The assistant immediately went to get the coffee and I sat down as the makeup crew took off my eye shadow.

“Hey Wally.” I looked to see Julie “I heard about what happen.” She seem upset for me this made me upset too I never like seeing my friends like that.

“It’s unfortunate but yeah.” I sighed out “wow I thought it was a rumor at first never thought they would try to replace you.” She replied in disbelief.

“Yeah no worry Julie I’m sure the new member can’t be that good.” I stated with confidence

Time skip Monday 18th of this month:

You drove to the studio and made you’re way in, you see the director waiting for you.

Their faces lighten up when they saw you “there is the star of the hour.” The director declared I felt myself be nervous.

“Yeah the new neighbor.” I said with a chuckle hoping it well take off the nerves.

“Yes mrx.(l/n) into the dressing room immediately.” The director said as someone from backstage showed you you’re dressing room “there is a 70s theme outfit waiting for you in the room, a makeup crew will come shortly.”

Spoke the person that showed you the way and they immediately left to do their other task

“Oh alright.” You said as you walked in and looked to see the outfit, you actually liked it “wow can’t believe this is happening still.” You spoke to yourself part you wanted to believe this was a dream, but you did enough pinching to definitely say this is a reality.

You go into the outfit and you sat down waiting for the makeup crew until you heard a knock on you’re door “come in.” You assured as you look to see you’re surprise it was.

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(Lol cliffhanger b/c I’m evil 😈)

(Sorry you guys didn’t have much interaction with Wally yet but it’s happening on the next chapter promise you that)

(Also sorry that I didn’t write sooner I had writer’s block)

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Along Came A Spider…2099

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of your friends were excited as you smile.

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

They all say yes without hesitation. “Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why does she keep trying to take you places?

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

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

Good.

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

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

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

Come to the alley way, amor.

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

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

He replies back almost instantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miguel you do-”

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

Tonight is going to be interesting…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erica was right she would wear something outlandish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How did she move so fast?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“This iteration of the Turtles and this iteration of the Turtles wouldn’t get along cuz of this!” “These two iterations wouldn’t get along because of that!”

FUCK YOU THEY ARE ALL BEST FRIENDS THAT SUPPORT EACH OTHER CUZ I SAY SO!!

(Please note I wrote this BEFORE watching Mutant Mayhem which is why they aren’t in it. I just forgot to post it lol 😅)

Rise!Leo: You all are so stern and serious. I feel like I should start being more stern and serious. Should I?

BatmanVs!Leo: Please don’t, it’ll be hell on your already waning mental health. /hj

Bayverse!Leo: I feel we need at least one funny Leo to break up the collective seriousness of the rest of us.

87 Leo: I thought me and my brothers counted as the “funny” version of all of us?

12 Leo: You guys are more of a “silly” version of us…sillier? Like the concept of turtles being ninjas is already silly as it is. Which there is nothing wrong with that, just that your cartoon logic is just very hard to keep up with sometimes.

87 Leo: That’s understandable.

Mirage Leo: I’m just jealous that you all get to be in color. Black and white gets so boring once you learn there’s color!

07 Leo: But your universe does have this cool graphic design to it that I’M very jealous of.

03 Leo: Of course, you fucking would be you dramatic edgelord. /j

07 Leo: I know the fucking EMO of the group did not just call me an edgelord! /j

Rise!Leo: Omg we love an E-girl!

12 Leo: *wheeze of laughter*

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87 Raph: I just don’t think it’s fair that you guys get to be tall, is all! It’s discrimination! /hj

12 Raph: Practically working against your own kind! /j

Rise!Raph: *snorts* I don’t think that’s a bodily function we can control you guys!

Bayverse!Raph: It was a conscious decision on my end.

Rise!Raph: *chokes with laughter*

87 Raph: You goddamn bastard! /j

Bayverse!Raph: Cope and seeth my dude.

07 Raph: Now look, 87 I know it’s very difficult, especially for you, but we gotta be the bigger person here.

87 Raph: I will kick your goddamn ass, kid!

03 Raph: Well, good for you in being the bigger person. I will continue to be small and petty my entire life!

*Collective snorting laughter from all Raphs*

87 Raph: No, no, wait! You are not allowed to be funnier than me!

03 Raph: Tough break, shorty, I have to have SOMETHING other than punching shit.

87 Raph: Take up knitting! I don’t care! Just keep away from my bit! That’s like my entire personality! /hj

03 Raph: See you joke about that but I am fucking GREAT at knitting!

Bayverse!Raph: Amen to that! I ain’t spend half my damn life in the Hashi and NOT be able to knit a fucking epic scarf!

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07 Donnie: Are you saying I worked a 9 to 5 job FOR NOTHING!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I honestly did not think that embezzling funds from rich corporate assholes plus the Shredder and his Foot Clan was an actual option we had!

12 Donnie: I am actually so mad that I did not think of that!

Rise!Donnie: Honestly, I didn’t think of it until like a few years back because our dad is still, somehow, getting royalties from his Lou Jitsu movie days. But I also have expensive taste in equipment and needed a little pocket change.

03 Donnie: I could have actually bought a Play Station when it came out instead of having to fix up the broken one Mikey found in the dump!

87 Donnie: I’m just now realizing how much stuff we had to make from scratch just because we couldn’t afford it.

Rise!Donnie: That’s true. But like also you guys still made a bunch of cool stuff with JUST junk you found! That’s amazing!

Bayverse!Donnie: Thanks but we could have made even cooler stuff if we had your type of funding. I mean, look at this shit! *excitingly pointing at Rise!Donnie’s battle shell*

Rise!Donnie: Please understand that YOU have made holo-screen, intercom, wrist watches, that connect to your motherboard home computer. All of which you MADE WITH JUNK! How is that not amazing?!

07 Donnie: Amazing for you probably. But if I were to do that shit myself I wouldn’t sleep for a week!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I second that! One sugar daddy please!

Rise!Donnie: *wheeze of laughter*

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03 Mikey: I still can't believe you met freaking BATMAN! Like holy shit dude!

12 Mikey: *sobbing* I’m so jealous! I’m forever jealous!

BatmanVs!Mikey: Yeah, it was pretty cool. But YOU (03 Mikey) met the entire Justice Force! And became a member! Your legacy was so awesome Silver Sentry’s grandson took up your name!

03 Mikey: Yeah but you road in the BATMOBILE and got to press all the buttons!

Bayverse!Mikey: *sulking on the floor* LIFE ISN’T FAIR AND I HATE IT HERE!

Rise!Mikey: *pouting* I never get to meet my heroes! And when I do they turn out to be insane!

12 Mikey: Bro same! Chris Brandford was just a giant jerk!

87 Mikey: Bugman was pretty cool, though maybe a little weird. Still, he was no Justice Force or Batman!

07 Mikey: *whining* I just want the life you have! Why does god ALWAYS have favorites?!

Ronin!Mikey: *dramatic sigh of jealousy* He truly does.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #bayverse tmnt #batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 07 #tmnt 87 #the last ronin

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ms-rampage · 2 years ago

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Anything For Khaleesi

John "Soap" MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Language. Some fluff.

Word count: 4k

Author's note: I am a firm believer that Soap has a crush on Game of Thrones character Daenerys Targaryen (or Emilia Clarke in genral), and refers to her as his wife. So Y/n decides to exploit that crush. Also, lots of Game of Thrones talk, sorry to those who don’t watch the show. I had only recently started watching it myself. 😅😅😅

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So you've been working with the 141 Task Force for not long, you're an operator. Ever since your arrival Soap had taken a liking to you, but of course he would never admit it.

He played it off as being friendly, since he's that way with everyone, but you were 100% sure he has a crush on you.

One time you were going to his room because he had borrowed some laundry detergent. Oh the irony, you hope he hadn't used all of it since you bought it in bulk and was expensive.

When you approached his quarters, you knocked on the door. "It's me!." you say before being allowed entry.

"It's open." you hear him respond.

You enter, and hear the sound of a dragon, and people screaming coming from his TV.

"Game of Thrones?." you ask, turning to look at what he's watching.

"Mhm." he hums, not looking away from the TV.

"Do you still have that laundry detergent I let you borrow last week?." you ask, turning to him, but his full attention is on the television.

"It's over there." he answers, motioning to the shelf behind you. Taking it from the shelf, needing to get some laundry done before you're stuck with piles of paperwork for the next few weeks.

"Catching up?." you ask him, on his status of the show.

"Rewatching." he replies, still not paying attention to you.

You could've walked into his room naked and he probably wouldn't even notice, or naked with a baby dragon on your shoulder.

"Your eyes are glued to that damn tv." you joked, trying to break his concentration.

To your surprise, he actually looks away from the TV to look at you.

"You watch the show?." he asks, sitting up slightly in his seat.

"I’ve only watched up until season 4. Mid season 4." you tell him, "Haven't caught up since."

He chuckles, "You're a few seasons behind lass." He has that cute little side smirk that made you fall for him, but you’d never tell him that. It would cause a lot of teasing from his end.

You sigh, "Yeah, I know, but I have laundry to do, I'll catch up at some point. I gotta get going, I’ll see you around.”

“See you later lass.” he says, before leaving his room.

Fast forward to several weeks later, a few weeks away from Halloween. You assumed no one dressed up for the day. The occasional decoration here and there, some candy, but nothing serious.

You chuckle, as you knock on his door, “You alright in there Soap?.” You don’t know, but he actually jumped as you knocked at his door.

Ghost scared you on a mere daily basis, especially when he would turn up unexpectedly as you walked down the hall. So that can count as a Halloween scare. Walking down the same hall as Soap’s quarters, which is in the same building as yours. You hear the sound of moaning coming from his room.

Getting up from his seat to open the door, “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” he says, trying to keep his cool, and himself collected.

“Alright, cause it sounds like you’re watching porn in there.” you joke which makes him turn red.

“I’m, uh, watching Game of Thrones.” he mutters, ��It's at a-.”

“Sex scene?.” you finish his response, “I figured. Well I won’t interrupt, enjoy your sex scene.”

That response makes him laugh, “You’re welcome to come in, since you need to catch up on the show.”

You decided to take him up on his offer, “You know what? Sure, I’ll watch it with you.” That put a smile on his face.

You can’t tell, but he’s internally doing flips, and cartwheels because Soap does, in fact, have a crush on you. Gaz and Alex being the only ones who know this, Ghost doesn’t really interfere in that sort of thing, and Price suspects Soap has a thing for you, but not it being mutual.

“What season are you on?.” you ask him, taking a seat on his couch.

“Finishing up season 7.” he tells you, “Am I gonna rewatch it again? Yes.”

“I got to season 5.” you tell him, “So spoilers are ahead of me for this season.”

“I got you.” he grabs the remote, and changes the episode to season 5, “What episode?.”

“I believe episode 9.” you tell him, “I’m getting to that one.”

He changes it to season 5, episode 9. The Dance of Dragons. It gets to the part where they’re in the fighting pit, and the Sons of the Harpy are attacking, surrounding Daenerys, Missandei, Tyrion and Jorah, then Drogon comes to save them, taking Daenerys to safety.

“Daenerys and Missandei are totally in love with each other.” you say, “Either that, or they’re really really close friends.”

“Both, possibly?.” he says, “She’s had many lovers, Drogo, Daario, and spoiler, Jon Snow in the later seasons. If I had a woman like her, I’d never let her go.”

Now that makes you throw your head back in laughter, “You think you’d have a chance with the Mother of Dragons?.”

“Absolutely!.” he tells you in a matter of fact tone, “I would definitely have a chance with her.”

"You got a crush on her? Or Emilia Clarke?." you ask, shifting in your seat.

"Both." he responds, "She's my wife."

That really makes you holler out. He's ridiculous, and an idiot but he's your ridiculous idiot.

You two continued to watch the rest of season 5, then all of season 6, and you made your way into season 7. At some point you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. He felt butterflies in his stomach seeing you asleep. You looked so cute, and he didn't want to move, not wanting to wake you. A whole episode later, you wake up. Forgetting where you were. “Shit.” you mutter, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey sleepy head.” he teases youu, “You missed a few episodes of season 6.”

"How long was I asleep for ?." you asked, sitting up.

"An hour, you missed half of episode 2, and the first half of episode 3." he tells you, "Or at least I think you did."

You checked the time on your phone, and it was starting to get late. "I should get going, it's after 11."

Soap checks the time on his phone, "Shit, we really did watch a whole season. Well I did at least you fell asleep".

You sleepily laugh at his comment, "Shut up." Followed by a yawn.

You both get up from the couch, he opens the door for you while you gather your things. "Goodnight." you tell him.

"G'night." he responds as he closes the door.

A few days later, you're in your room doing some paperwork, taking a minute or 2 away from it. You search online for any Daenerys Targaryen outfits and a silver wig. You wanted to test the waters and see how Soap would react to you dressed as his so-called 'wife'.

You found a few of them, you were wondering what outfit would he like the most.

You settled with the blue dress she had worn season 3.

The silvery blonde wig, you wanted it to be real hair so it'll be easier to braid, but synthetic hair is slightly cheaper, and nearly similar. So that is what you went with. You ordered the dress, shoes, the wig and other accessories. Making sure you got the right size and measurements, even if it was a little big, you can always hem it, but if it was too small then you'd have to DIY your own dress after spending so much money on the one you purchased for one day, or somehow lose a ton of weight for it to fit.

With Halloween being a few weeks away, you hope it came sooner rather than at the last minute.

A week passed, and your items had arrived. You went to check for your mail, and everything came in a box. You looked like a gremlin going from the mailroom to your quarters with a semi large box in your hands.

Making it back to your room, you open the box and the dress is beautiful, from looking at it. It looks like it'll fit you.

The silvery blonde wig, now it won't suit you, but hey, it's only a costume, not a permanent look.

You had it prepared, and ready for Halloween, the wig you kept on a lamp that you never used. You hoped no one saw it, so you kept it at the far corner of your room covered by a stack of boxes.

You and Gaz were hanging out in the base's lounge area.

"Does anyone ever dress up for Halloween?."you ask him.

"Not really, with Ghost wearing his mask all the time, it feels like Halloween all the time." he tells you.

You let out a soft laugh, "Yeah, I can imagine."

"Price and Laswell usually have bowls of candy here and there, but nothing too major." he continues. "Why? Are you planning on dressing up?."

You shrug, as if you didn't spend money on a silvery blonde wig and a dress, "Probably not, wouldn't know what to dress up as anyway."

Some time later you walk down the hallway towards your room, and surprise, it's Soap man coming from the opposite direction.

"Y/n!." he calls out.

"Hey." you greet back to him.

"Haven't seen you for a while." he tells you, "Laswell keeping you busy?."

You let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, she's been keeping me busy. Paperwork that I still need to get done."

"I'll let you get back to it." he tells you, hand on your shoulder. "See you around."

And that day has come, Halloween. 7am. You took a shower before getting dressed, you put on a little bit of makeup before you got dressed. You carefully put the blue dress on, so it wouldn't get stained by your makeup. The cloak that came with the dress, the dark pants and boots.

This could be an everyday outfit for you, without the cloak though.

Finally, the wig, you had styled it the night before. Taking 2 small pieces of the hair making it into one braid, then taking 2 more pieces and making them into one braid. It sounds complicated, but the image helps out when doing it.

Luckily the wig came with a bald cap, keeping your actual hair away, and in place.

Having the whole outfit intact, you almost didn't want to look in the mirror out of embarrassment, but when you did, your whole face turned red.

"Oh my god." you hold back your laughter, one hand over your mouth. This color of hair did not suit you.

"Oh fuck, Y/n. What are you doing?." you tell yourself. Oh that's right, you wanna know if Soap actually has feelings for you, and so you dress up as The Mother of Dragons, Daenerys Targaryen for this holiday to get a reaction out of him.

Just go about your day, don't even acknowledge the fact you're wearing a very silvery blonde wig. It suits Emilia Clarke, but not you.

You gather your stuff and go on with your regular route on base. Soap probably isn't in his room, he's probably in his office, or chatting with the other members of the 141.

Your regular route involves going by Captain Price's office, and so you made a quick stop at his office. He's usually there, plus you had to give him some files that Laswell had you working on the past week.

Once you get to his office door you knock on it even though it's open slightly.

"Come in." he responds, looking down as he fills out some paperwork.

"Captain, I have the paperwork Laswell wanted me to give to you once I finished." you tell him as you enter.

"Set them down Y/n." he tells you. Setting them down on his desk.

"Was there anything else Laswell wanted me to do for you?." you ask him, still waiting for him to look up at you in this ridiculous wig and blue dress.

He sighs, "No, not that I-." He cuts himself off when he sees you in this costume. "Know of." He lets out a breathy chuckle that makes you burn red.

"Did you attend to the dragons, Khaleesi?." he asks in a joking matter, but playing along with whatever is it that you're doing.

You can't help but burst into laughter, "I did, and they're growing everyday. Soon they'll be able to feed themselves."

You both share a laugh for a few seconds.

"I think you're the only one who dressed up." he tells you. "That's if the others dress up."

"I would say Ghost too, but then he looks like that all the time." you tell him. "I think it'll be a tied costume contest if there's one."

You two chat for a bit, getting a few compliments from a few other soldiers walking by.

"Soap is gonna lose his mind when he sees you." Price tells you, "I know you and him are fans of the show."

"I'll know it when he sees me." you tell him, "I'll see you around Captain."

You continued down the hall, your usual route that you do everyday. You hear Gaz and Soap's voices coming from the lounge area. You stop in your tracks, fix your dress, and wig before proceeding.

Soap sat with his back to you while Gaz turned his head as you walked in.

"Hey guys." you greet them as you walk in. Keeping your cool, and trying to act like you're not wearing a costume.

"Uhh hey, Y/n." Gaz greets back. Soap hasn't looked at you until you sat in the chair in front of him.

"Hey Soap." you say, taking a seat in the chair across from home, looking through a book that is on the table in front of you.

"Hey Y/-." he stops as he is completely hypnotized by your appearance. Hand placed over his mouth. You can't tell if he's laughing, or crying, or both.

But his change of mood, makes you do the same.

"What?." you ask, putting on an innocent tone "What's wrong??."

"What are you doing?." he asks, if you didn't know any better you can tell his eyes were heart shaped right now.

"I'm doing anything." you say innocently. "Just reading." You flip through a page in the book you're 'reading'.

He knows what game you're playing, and it's a dangerous one. "You're a tease. You know that lass." he tells you before getting up from his seat and leaves.

"Am I a tease?." you ask Gaz.

"You planned this? Didn't you." he answers your question with a question.

"In a way." you respond. "Didn't mean to give him an awkward boner.". Making you two laugh.

Towards the end of the day, you've gotten many compliments on your costume. Hell, even Ghost complimented you, it's not unusual, but somewhat rare.

You're heading back to your room, right when you pass Soap's room his door immediately swings open, and he pulls you in. You didn't even have time to process what just happened, it was very quick.

Locking the door the second you're in. Pinning you against the door, both his hands on either side of your head. Your hands are down to your sides, flat against the door.

"You cheeky little minx, you thought I wouldn't notice lass." He tells you, his eyes dark and feral.

"I don't know what you're talking about Johnny." you tell him still playing the innocent card. His face inches away from yours.

"I think you do." he whispers in your ear, his whole body pinned against yours. You can tell your cheeks are red by the burning sensation you feel. Feeling a slight poke at your inner thigh.

"You wanted to get a raise out of me, did ya?." he growls, moving a strain of hair from the wig out your face.

A smirk now on your lips, "I know how to get you. It's quite easy."

One of his hands snakes to the back of your neck, the other on your waist. A growl comes from the back of his throat, "You know how to get me going, especially dressed like this."

His lips clash with yours, a moan escapes your mouth. One of your legs snakes around one of his. Both your hands on his shoulders.

His kisses are rough, and aggressive. His hand squeezes the back of your neck. Making your legs weak. Seeing this, he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you up. Carrying you towards his bed, dropping you onto the bed, breaking the kiss, letting you catch your breath.

"Fuck." you pant, biting your lip, looking up at him. He chuckles looking down at you, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Gotcha where I want you Khaleesi." he says with an exhale, before kissing you again. His lips hungry, and wanting more of you.

You hand trails up his shirt, he grabs your hand, stopping you from going further.

"Not so fast." he chuckles, breaking the kiss, "Since you decided to tease me. You're gonna take it like a whore."

His words made you wet down there. You can feel it. You love this feral side of Soap.

"Strip." he commands you, taking a few steps back to give you some space.

You start with the shoes, once those were off you got to the pants, lifting up the dress slightly to remove them.

Once those are off. You unclipped the cloak, tossing it aside, same with the necklace. You stop for a moment.

His eyes still dark, even more dark than from a few minutes ago. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?."

"No." you mutter in a soft, naive tone. Grabbing the dress but it's hem, you pull it up and over your head. Your bra and panties, matching the same color as the dress. You notice the bulge in Soap's pants.

You're about to remove your wig when his words stop you.

"Leave the wig on." he orders you. There you are standing in your sargeant's room in your matching bra and panties on Halloween. He can't help, but take in your beauty. He's had a crush on from the day he met you. The only thing in common you two have is this damn show, probably other things too.

"You're.. so beautiful." he tells you, feeling butterflies in his stomach. Cupping both your cheeks, and placing another kiss on your lips. Your hands gently touch his neck, one of them, tracing down to his pants.

His movements are fast, he quickly spins you around, forcing you to bend over on his bed. Knocking the wind out of you. "Shit." you mutter under your breath.

You hear the sound of his belt being undone, followed by a zipper. His rough, calloused hand giving you smack on your left ass cheek causing you to yelp.

He yanks down your panties, the only thing that was covering how wet you are. Running two of his fingers down your wet folds.

"Khaleesi, wet for me already, huh?." he teases, followed by a chuckle and him sucking on his fingers. You feel the tip of cock, teasing your entrance. Causing you to whimper and squirm.

One of his hands gripping your shoulder to keep you place, while the other is on your hip. Enjoying how you try to get away from him.

"Just like how the Dothraki fuck their women, huh?." he whispers in your ear, forcing his cock into your wet core.

"Fuck!." you exclaim, grabbing the bed sheet as he rocks his hips against yours. "Oh. Fuck."

Letting you adjust to his cock before pulling down, and shoving it inside you at a more aggressive pace. Your tight walls squeezing his cock as you push yourself back against him. Back arched.

Abusing your poor hole, stretching you out completely. You feel him put his hand on your stomach.

He chuckles, "Looks like I'm inside you, lass." Going back to his fast, rough pace.

You're holding onto his blanket for dear life, balling it up to muffle your screams into. He was ready to get you to cum over and over for the rest of the night.

Once he's done abusing your back hole, he turns you over onto your back. Both of you are sweaty, and out of breath, but he was determined to get you to cum.

Somehow your wig stayed on during all that. He kicks his shoes off, shirt already gone as well as his pants, and boxers. He stood naked before you, while the knky article of clothing you had on was your bra.

Trying to catch your breath, he attacks your neck with bites, and soothes them with kisses. Leaving his mark on you.

"Johnny, please." you beg, feeling your makeup run from the sweating you're doing.

A shit eating grin on his face with one hand on your waist, "Please what doll?."

You let out a pathetic moan, "Please fuck me."

Letting out a devious little chuckle, "Anything for Khaleesi."

He lines himself up with your soaked velvety entrance, and shoves himself in you. Pinning you down, grabbing both your wrists with one hand while the other remained on your waist, giving him a better advantage to rearrange your insides.

"Fuck." you cry, arching your back.

"You take me so well baby." he groans, snapping his hips back and forth against yours. "You know how to get me going."

Hoping no one hears the pathetic noises you're making, but at the same time you wouldn't really care, especially if he was making you feel this good.

You begin to feel yourself come undone.

"Fuck.. J-Johnny." you whimper, "I need to-." Followed by the most pathetic whimper you've ever produced.

"C'mon lass, use your words." he teases you yet again.

"I need to… cum." you cry, tears running down your face, "Please.". Your toes curling, feeling like you're losing control of your limbs.

"I want to cum with you." he tells you, one hand on the back of your neck again, "Together, can you do that for me?."

You let out an incoherent moan.

"Use your words, love." he places a kiss on your forehead that turns you into putty.

"Y-yes, Johnny.. I can." you try your best to mutter out. He continues to fuck you at an aggressive and rough pace, like he's trying to catch up with your euphoric climax. By the time he knows it, he's ready to release himself.

"Where?." he asks, holding back until you give him permission where to release himself.

"Inside.. please." you plead.

He raises his eyebrows, "You sure?."

Nodding, "Yes, please."

His movements become sloppy, and start to slow down. "Please, I need to-." you beg yet again.

"With me, my love." he tells you, foreheads touching. You both cum at the same time. The feeling of release, makes the both of you nearly pass out of pleasure. Soap drops himself on top of you. Breathing heavily, sweaty and needing to take a shower.

"You okay love?." he checks on you, moving the strain of wig hair out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." you respond, "You were amazing." Bringing a smile to his face, "You were better.". He places another kiss on your lips. He takes in the image in front of him.

You naked in bed with him, and dressed as the Mother of Dragons, or what is remaining of your clothes.

"I'm not sure how this wig stayed on during all that." you joked, taking it off for a second to fix it. Soap laughs at the fact you're wearing a bald cap to keep your actual hair intact.

"Nice bald cap lass." more teasing from the Soap man.

You let out a soft chuckle, before putting it back on "Shut up."

You two proceeded to stay in bed a little longer before showering, but you two ended up staying in bed for the rest of the night.

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paperbackpanic · 1 year ago

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I saw the babysitting headcannons thingy and well gotta help out in the requests right? Imagine the reader as a proxy but they're part bee, just bee wings and antennas buzzing arounr after the others. For the proxies perhaps? (Masky, hoodie, toby and kate the chase) we need more kate appreciation

Imma mark myself as anon🌱 so you'll know 😌

Drinking and eating is key to energy :)

Reader is a proxy and half Bee creature

Kate, Masky, Hoodie and Toby

A/n: HI 🌱!! OMG is been AGES since I heard of Kate, she do deserve more appreciation. Also this prompt of the reader beeing (omg jokes I'm so funny) part bee is so interesting!!! I LOVE bees I find their organization sistem so cool and honey is so tasty and the way it can have a huge variety just because of the place the bee hive is, is all so Fascinating. I ended up focusing more on the bee part 😅 but I tried my best to include all 4 proxys in this I really hope you like it :3

🐝 When you first arrived in the mansion, the proxys got a little weird out, they are not normal in the least but is rare to see a huge bee-like person walk in like nothing is wrong. But after some time they warmed up to bee with you I'm so funny please laugh

🐝 You can make honey. No, I'll not elaborate on how or why. But now every breakfast the proxys make you give them fresh honey to enjoy through the day

🐝 You're part queen bee, because if you were part worker bee/male bee you wouldn't survive that long (only the queen bee can survive the winter, worker bees die of cold and male bees die soon after mating with a queen in the begging of spring). That being said, you have the hability (like a real queen bee) to order around bees. Even if they have a queen, your sent is stronger so they see you as more worthy.

🐝 Slender likes the way you make your kills look accidental is just so practical and avoids the police getting involved. Bees attacking someone isn't a crime, just an accident so no consequences for you 💛

🐝 Did you know bees can kill things by surrounding them and flapping their wings to rise the body temperature of the pray? You can do that too but not to the point of killing a human, you can heat them enough to make them pass out. It makes kidnapping much easier, Masky and Toby appreciate it.

🐝 When you get exited you flap your wings making that bzzzz noise. Masky finds it annoying.

🐝 Toby really like your antennas he finds them cute and if you let him, he's going to play with them

🐝 Hoodie likes your wings they have an interesting pattern and when the sun shines through them it sometimes makes rainbows, he likes photographing them

🐝 normally, when you need to go on group missions you get paired with Kate, although she prefers to work alone she doesn't mind your company that much, you're "useful and smell like honey" in her words. You get along well.

🐝 One time you decided to spook Masky by jumping on him from behind. Too bad he had an Insecticide on hands and sprayed it on you, you almost died and decided to never do this again. Kate and Toby Laughed a lot

🐝 You're "abelhuda" (a Brazilian Portuguese word that means you're too curious and like to put your nose where it doesn't belong, comes from the word "abelha" witch means bee) so more often than not you find yourself in the proxys room just looking for things in there without any purpose, just because you can. Masky started to lock his door because of that although it didn't stop you.

🐝 Funny enough, you're allergic to polen

🐝 When you're bored you like to follow Hoodie around, you don't talk with him or anything. You just, follow him to wherever he goes. In the beginning he found it super weird but now he just don't mind.

🐝 Kate has a bee allergy, so you do her a favor and keep bees far away from the mansion. She appreciates it

🐝 You and Kate listen to classical music together.

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lanawrx · 3 months ago

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A request for initial d where reader meets Keisuke during his delinquent era. It can be your typical bad boy x good girl or however you wanna spin it :) . Keep up the good work!

Delinquent Keisuke and Cutiepie Reader

a/n: hiyaaa sorry for the delay! busy w/ college rn. but I hope you enjoy!! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡

"He's here again..." You muttered to yourself, discreetly glancing over at the blonde boy from behind the shelf you were currently restocking.

The cute blonde and his rowdy gang often visited the liquor store you worked at after school, usually picking up a pack of cigarettes and some drinks before leaving. You never interacted with them much, only speaking when you checked out their things.

With spiky blond hair and an unmistakable aura of confidence, he stood out like a sore thumb among his rough-looking companions. He laughed loudly, his cocky grin flashing like a beacon. You couldn’t help but think he was too pretty to be hanging out with them, too refined for their rowdy energy.

You watched him from a distance, feeling the familiar flutter of anxiety in your chest. Thoughts raced through your mind: He's not the type of guy you should approach; he’s way out of your league. Yet, deep down, something drew you to him—a spark of curiosity, maybe even an inexplicable attraction. It was maddening, but you pushed those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that guys like him didn’t notice girls like you.

You were brought out of your thoughts when one of his friends called you over to check out their items. Walking over to the counter, you started ringing them up when the blonde sauntered to the front of the group, leaning over the counter right in front of you.

"Hey, you," he said, his voice smooth and bold, cutting through the noise. The way he looked at you—intense, challenging—made your heart race. "You got a name, or do I just keep calling you ‘that cute counter girl’?"

"Wh- what?" You squeaked, almost dropping the soda can in your hand as the question startled you. Heat rushed to your face as you looked up at the guy with wide eyes, completely unexacting that casual admittance that he found you...cute.

His gang laughed, whistling and patting him on the back as they made fun of your reaction, making your face turn even redder.

"Do I gotta repeat myself?" His voice became slightly annoyed, but despite his tone, he smirked at you.

"Oh-! Um..." You stuttered, growing more embarrassed by your bumbling before shakily telling him your name.

He leaned against the counter, an amused glint in his eyes. “Well pretty girl, I’m Keisuke. Nice to meet you.” His name rolled off his tongue with an arrogance that both intimidated and excited you.

You offered a shy, wobbly smile, unsure of what to say next. But then you noticed his bike parked just outside, gleaming even in the dreary weather.

“I-I like your bike,” you blurted out, surprising even yourself. The words felt bold, yet they came from a genuine admiration.

His grin widened, flashing those perfectly white teeth. “You’ve got good taste. You ride?”

��N-No, not really. I've seen it sometimes when you guys come in and... I think it looks cool,” you admitted, your heart pounding. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and it made your stomach twist in knots.

Over the following weeks, you would often find him lurking around the store, his gang teasing him as they referred to you as “K-Dog’s girl.” You would pretend to be engrossed in your tasks, but every glance he threw your way sent warmth flooding your cheeks. The flirting felt teasing, playful, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more genuine behind it.

Despite your anxiety, you started to look forward to his visits. You admired his confidence, the way he carried himself, and how he seemed to own the room. You found yourself laughing at his jokes and playfully rolling your eyes at his cockiness, all while trying to hide the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he looked your way.

Then, one fateful rainy afternoon, everything changed.

You were closing up the store when you spotted Keisuke staggering down the street, soaked to the bone, his gang nowhere in sight. A knot formed in your stomach. As he got closer, you noticed the blood seeping through the fabric of his white T-shirt. Panic surged through you.

“Keisuke!” you yelled, rushing out into the rain, umbrella forgotten.

He muttered your name in a question, his voice strained as he leaned against a wall, wincing.

Your heart raced as you approached him, desperately looking for signs of injury. “What happened?”

“Just a little scrap,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, but the grimace on his face told you otherwise. “I’ll be fine.”

You shook your head. “You need to get patched up.” Without thinking, you rifled through your schoolbag, pulling out a first aid kit you always carried—something you used frequently since you were prone to small injuries all the time. “Sit down.”

He watched you with an amused yet pained expression, leaning against the wall as you worked quickly. “You really care, huh?”

“Of course, I do,” you replied, concentrating on wrapping the bandages around his arm. “You’re an idiot for getting into fights like this.”

He chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the quiet rain. “Yeah, but I’m tough. I can handle it.”

As you patched him up, something shifted in the air. The raindrops fell around you, creating a soft melody, and for the first time, you felt the barriers between you begin to crumble. You looked up at him, your heart racing as your fingers brushed against his skin, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the cool rain.

“Why do you always hang out with those guys?” you asked quietly, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. “You could do better.”

He tilted his head, a hint of seriousness crossing his face. “They’re my crew. We’ve been through a lot together. It’s complicated.”

You frowned, wanting to understand him more. “But you don’t have to be like this forever, you know? You could choose something different.”

“Like what?” he challenged, a glint of mischief returning to his eyes. “Like riding with a cute girl instead?”

Your cheeks flushed again, and you shot him a warning glare, but you couldn’t hide the smile threatening to break free. “You’re infuriating.”

“And you’re adorable,” he shot back, grinning widely.

As you finished bandaging him up, Keisuke’s gaze softened, his bravado momentarily fading. “Thanks, sweetheart. You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I wanted to,” you admitted, feeling the weight of your heart. “You’re not as bad as you pretend to be, you know.”

He leaned closer, eyes locked onto yours, the rain pouring down around you. “Neither are you.”

Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in that intimate moment. The air crackled with unspoken feelings, and your heart raced with anticipation. But just as you felt a shift, his name was called out and you guys spotted his gang a little ways away.

Keisuke sighed, glancing over at his friends and stepping away. “Looks like I gotta go. But hey,” he said, his playful grin returning as he glanced back at you. “You’re not off the hook. I’ll be back.”

“Yeah, right,” you replied, trying to mask the disappointment that washed over you. “Don’t get into any more fights.”

He smirked, running a hand through his wet hair. “No promises, but I’ll try. See you, pretty girl.”

You watched him walk off, and despite his arrogance and cocky attitude, you smiled to yourself.

You could still see the blush on his cheeks from a meter away.

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m-to-z-andbackto-m · 10 months ago

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(TLDR at the bottom)

(I FORGOT TO POST THIS AND IT'S JUST BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS COLLECTING DUST 😭)

More DreamTale ramble because it's their birthday and I still don't have their gift finished 😭

DreamTale By Joku 🫶

DREAMTALE is about BALANCE correct?

>:)

>:/

>:(

Okay, yeah I'm not too excited about this one but here we go (That's a lie, I'm hella invested):

Original:

Nightmare - Died once, is a pelvis hole, pretty sure he unalived one of Killer's cats or at least attacked it, being of hate, literally no one should be happy around him (He might KILL YOUR CAT if you are smh)

Dream - Was turned to stone once, definition of a cinnamon roll, authentic Disney princess (Reference), way too kind and hopeful for his own good, literally no one should be upset around him

Okay we got this? Nightmare? Super Uncool. Dream? Super Wholesome.

Right okay so DreamTale having this Balance shtick, I think it makes Sans (Ba Dum Tsss) that in versions where Nightmare is actually likable (DadMare), Dream is... Less likable...

Like canonically that's a load of bull shart and super unlikely to be the case, like, ever

But making one likable (In this case, Nightmare), more often than not, renders the other unlikable (Dream), I've seen it, over and over (Examples):

Rehabilitation Multiverse (I 🫶 Them) (Guys go read Little Assistant on Quotev, I beg, it's so cute, they have a blog on here too <3)

BJTBS and more of Dark's content

That one multiverse where Dream is essentially the embodiment of toxic positivity (Crazed? Dream?) and Nightmare has gotta go around fixing up mishaps (Really liked this idea, it takes the whole thing I'm talking about and multiplies it by 20)

I think Shattered Dreams should count too?

Okay actually those are the only ones I've personally looked into myself (I think DreamSwap by Kai might count too but I haven't looked into DS since... 3... years ago... yeah-) but I've seen it mentioned over and over, whether someone's ranting about a fanfic they read or doodles people make

Due to these observations, I conclude:

Common DreamTale Occurrence: To have a likable Nightmare, you need a less-than-ideal Dream. To keep your pure Dream, you gotta have a hateful Nightmare.

Exceptions:

Both Are Unlikable (Rare?)

Both are likable (but don't see eye socket to eye socket if you wanna keep that conflict, or they vibe together neutrally if you don't care for the conflict)

Redemption Variations

Most Truce Multiverses

Petty/Joke/Non Or Semi Serious Versions

Etc...

Examples of each exception except the first one because I haven't seen that yet:

Both Likable: Nightmare may be DadMare, neutral, hold his own morals that from his perspective are understandable, or secretly still cares for Dream. Dream may be angsty, close to canon, naive, or also hold his side of morals that are still valid I've also seen one where he's been manipulated by the village so any toxic (behavior isn't/beliefs aren't) his fault. (I think it was called RoseVerse, found it on YT, really cool stuff!)

Redemption Variations: This mainly revolves around Nightmare redeeming himself, or the group as a whole, possible P!Nightmare.

Truce Multiverses: Self explanatory, The Stars (Or in this case, mostly Dream) and Nightmare's Group (Again, in this case, mostly Nightmare) agree on a truce

Semi To Non Serious Multiverses: Joke comics can follow the observation but also not since they're not canon anyways, like Roxy's overprotective Nightmare (StareMare!) drawings, or The Worst Smile comic (I think... That was the name...)

Summary: DreamTale's Balance shtick and the pattern of having one Apple Brother likable rendering the other unlikable is so common, I propose it as sort of a common occurring rule(?) that has some exceptions because this fandom is limitless regardless of it's patterns

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redux-iterum · 1 year ago

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Do you have any writing tips?

A few!

Don't be afraid to write poorly. Dissatisfaction and mistakes are an important part of the process of learning to write well, and they'll continue to exist no matter how skilled you are. If you look at what you've written and hate it, don't just delete it and walk away, swearing to never write again; take a moment to pinpoint exactly what bothers you about this paragraph or that line of dialog, and keep it in mind for the next time you write. Be excited when you catch mistakes! That means you've improved, even a little.

Take the advice of "write drunk, edit sober" as metaphorical (as I do). That is, write with wild abandon, and then come back later with a clear, cooled-down mind and see what you need to fix. Have fun with it and write nonsense. You can change it later. It'll still be there. And sometimes the nonsense will be great! You never know!

If you want to be consistent and finish stuff regularly, set small goals for you to accomplish daily. "I want to write at least one paragraph a day" or "I'd like to have half a page written every day", something manageable like that. Your job is to get something done every day, no matter how much it is (shit, it could be a single sentence, if that's easiest). I recommend having a goal of 250 words written daily - it's a small amount that you quickly get used to, yet significant enough that you've made notable progress.

The least pleasant advice I have is that sometimes, writing will not be fun. You'll be on a scene you don't want to do, or be in the non-entertaining stage of planning something dull between two concepts you're really excited about. You'll be tempted to leave it for later and then end up never doing it at all. Get accustomed to the carrot-on-a-stick method - or dinner-before-desert, if that's your fancy. You don't get to write the really fun scene until you finish up the scene you're bored with. That requires some discipline, but it's not impossible to achieve. Lord knows I've gotten myself through a couple months of writing not-as-fun stuff on the promise that I get to write the thing I've been dreaming of since I started the story. The reward is very well worth it, I promise.

Along those lines: do your best to find small joys when you're at something you find dull. Maybe a conversation takes an entertaining turn! Maybe you make yourself smile when someone makes a joke or does a backflip and hurts themself! The scenery certainly is lovely right now, you can write about that in detail! It's the little things that help push you along until you get to the Big Thing. Like in life, appreciate the small moments.

That being said, don't punish yourself for not being able to complete something. There are a million legit reasons to not come back to a story. There's a line between "I gotta get this done, even if I'm not thoroughly enjoying it right now" and "I'm worthless until I finish this thing and I'm not allowed to take breaks". Take care of yourself. You are more important than your fanfic, and your fanfic doesn't get written unless you rest and eat and take time to enjoy the outside world. Be kind and understanding to yourself and any writers you enjoy. You are flesh and blood, not a machine.

Hope these help!

#ask #anonymous #writing #i speak #advice

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reigningqueenofwords · 7 months ago

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Maryanne

Pairing: Bruce x Reader, Martha x Thomas Word count: 3,192

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Part 14 of Without Me

Your hand gripped Bruce’s tightly as you made your way to the party. Everyone looked at you once you defended the stairs. You held your head high despite being jello on the inside. Part of you wished you’d insisted on wearing sneakers, but knew that probably wouldn’t have been taken well by Martha.

Bruce smiled at different people. “Hello.” He greeted before stopping on the last step.

“Everyone.” Martha announced. “Please welcome our son and daughter in law. Your future bosses!” She beamed proudly.

You gave them a shy wave at that. “So be nice to us.” Bruce half joked, eyeing everyone. “And Merry Christmas!”

Everyone clapped and cheered, people staring at you the most. Whispers spread throughout the crowd. Swallowing, you glanced at Bruce, who gave you a wink. You followed him, shaking hands with many people.

“Ah, here comes one of those guys I hate.” An older man approached. “Max!” He grinned. “See aging isn’t going well for you.”

You tried your best not to giggle at that as Max didn’t look too pleased. “Bruce. Immature as ever.” He sighed. “Surprised you have a wife by your side.”

“Same here, bud.” Bruce shrugged. “At least I have a date.”

“As do I. My dear daughter just got back from Harvard.” He explained. “I’m sure you remember Maryanne.”

Bruce instantly looked pained. “I happen to, yes.” He sighed as she stood next to him.

“Hi, daddy.” She looped her arm through his. “Oh, hello Bruce.” She grinned. “Long time no see.” She told him.

Bruce sighed. “It has been a while. Congrats on getting into Harvard. I know you always wanted that.”

You could tell he wasn’t being genuine and couldn’t help but stare her down as she looked at you. “Hi, I’m Y/N. Bruce’s wife.” You held out your hand.

“Maryanne.” She shook it. “Bruce and I were serious before we got accepted to different colleges.” She explained. “Congratulations on being Mrs. Wayne.” She smiled.

It almost bothered you that she was being nice. It gave you a bad gut feeling. “Congrats on Harvard.” You told her.

“Thank you. Daddy here wanted to help me with getting entry but I wanted to prove that I could do it myself.” She explained as if you were long lost friends. “You study, right?” She smiled.

“Yeah, that’s where we met.” Bruce told her. “She’s the smartest. Best writer, ever.”

She grinned. “How cool! I like to write too.” She told you. “What was your major?”

You bit your lip. “Communications and journalism.” You told her. “I want to either write for a magazine or help write reviews. I haven’t decided.”

She nodded, looking interested. “Those would be awesome jobs.” She said encouragingly. “I have access to loads of databases. I can always give you my login so you can see what you like?” She offered. “Getting into journalism can be really tough, especially as a woman. Gotta stick together.”

You were completely surprised at that. “Wow. Yeah, that would be amazing. I can only imagine what your school offers.” You nodded.

Bruce had honestly expected the worst. He seemed to bring out the worst in old flings. This was the opposite of what was happening. He was still panicking that she was going to outright be rude to you. Even Max looked surprised.

Maryanne happily wrote her number on a napkin. “Please text me. I really suck at making friends so I’m sorry if I came on too strong.” She smiled and handed it to you. “It’d be nice to have another female writer to talk to.” She said shyly.

“Yeah, of course.” You smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t get your major?”

She sighed. “I keep changing it honestly, which bugs my professors so much.” She shook her head. “Currently I’m doing media and marketing.” She shrugged. "I'm not going to keep a major I hate."

“I get that.” You nodded. “Especially when there’s so many options.” You noted. "I nearly went into criminal justice, bit it wouldn't have allowed me to write much."

“That’s how I was with sociology!” She grinned. “It’s so nice to hear.” She shook her head. “Please Call or text me.” She smiled. “I have to do the rounds with him.” She motioned to Max. “Nice seeing you again, Bruce.” She waved before walking off.

You looked up at him. “I thought I was the only nice person you slept with?” You teased. "Because I was getting into 'I will slap a bitch' mode." You said playfully.

“I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, I swear.” He let out a breath. “I hate her dad and she was honestly...not like that in high school.” He sounded surprised. "Harvard matured her."

You nodded. “She was super nice!” You actually felt a bit calmer after that. And hopeful you'd have a friend after this.

Bruce chuckled. “I’m glad honestly.” He led you through the crowd. “Oh, there’s Jerry.” He motioned to a man who was clearly flirting with one of the staff members. “Should we save her?” He laughed. “Because he’s a married creep.”

“Yes!” You said immediately. “Poor waitress.” You nodded.

He smiled as he went with you. “Jerry! Why don’t you ever bring your wife? I miss her!” He said loudly, clearly embarrassing him instantly. The waitress excused herself quickly.

You gave her a sympathetic smile and looked at Jerry. “Lovely to meet you, sir.” You waved as he looked angrily at Bruce. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hello.” Jerry sighed. “I apologize for you having to marry such a child.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’d like to give the same apologizes to your wife as well.” You countered. “Is she here?” You looked around.

Bruce sighed dramatically. “She’s not is she? Poor thing. Such a shame you hide her. She’s beautiful.” He looked at you. “And makes the best scones.”

“How would you know?” Jerry glared.

“My mom visited her a couple years back when she missed yet another party. I tagged along.” He shrugged. “Wanted to make sure she was okay since her husband sucks.”

“Boy, you should have some respect.” Jerry huffed. “You will never get my vote when you become partner.”

“Seems like you should have some respect for your wife.” You muttered.

Bruce only smirked wider at him. “Come along, dear. Much more important people to see.” He tugged you. He couldn’t wait to tell you how awesome you were for that.

You waved to Jerry and followed him, smiling as he kissed you. “Who should I meet next?”

He laughed. “Luckily there’s no one worse than him. The rest are mainly annoying.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Promise.” He chuckled.

You smiled. “I’m actually not doing too bad at the moment.” You assured him. “For now.”

He kissed your temple. “Thank you for being by my side.” He kept you close.

You beamed, letting him introduce you to more people as time went on. You felt a bit of pressure as people asked your ideas for the future of the company. Finally, you glanced at him. “I think I need to charge my phone.”

He nodded. “I think I left my charger in the other room, I’ll go with you.” He excused you both. He was proud of you for making it that long.

Once you were upstairs, you let out a huge breath. “Please tell me we don’t have to do that again for a while.” You said as you sat on the side of the bed.

He thought and shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of.” He shrugged. “Sometimes they have like...charity galas, but we can always skip those if you want.”

You shrugged. “It wasn’t awful. I just felt pressured. I never realized how much your mom does for the company.” You shook your head. “She needs a damn vacation.”

“I agree.” He helped you take off your heels. “How about you rest in here while I do my last goodbyes?” He kissed you softly. “Get in your comfy clothes, and then once everyone leaves, we can head home, too.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Thank you.” You smiled. “Send our furboys up here?” Last time you saw them, they were lying in the library. “Or rather, bring them up here?” You chuckled.

He laughed. “I will.” He promised. “Be right back with our boys.” He kissed you again before standing up.

You watched him lovingly, knowing he’d do a great job running the company one day. But you could definitely wait for that to happen. Getting up, you realized you needed him to unzip you. “Help.” You pouted.

Chuckling lightly, he motioned for you to turn so that he could. He kissed the back of your neck as he did. “What’s our fastest quickie time?” He asked, slipping his hands under the fabric of your dress to hold your waist.

"I don't time it, but I'm sure we can manage." You giggled

He undid his slacks. “I’ll make it a record.” He promised you.

When he came back down, it was fairly obvious what had happened. Martha gave him a look but it wasn’t angry. “Just came down to at least do the whole goodbye thing. We’ll be leaving once everyone’s gone.” He told her.

Martha sighed and nodded. “Thank you for at least doing that.”

“She says you need a vacation, by the way.” He chuckled.

She smiled. “Such a sweet thing.” She patted his arm. “Go say your goodbyes and do the whole thanks for coming thing."

Bruce nodded and walked around to do that. “Oh, Bruce! Please tell your wife goodbye for me. Hopefully if me and her can become friends I can visit for spring break or summer recess.” Maryanne rambled excitedly. “She seems really nice. I can see why you married her.”

Bruce chuckled. “Thanks, Maryanne. You actually helped ease her nerves a bit so I’m sure she’ll get in touch with you.” He smiled. "Thanks for coming."

She hugged him. “Thanks, too! Though I like your wife a bit more than you now.” She said sweetly. “Bye!” She waved as she ran off.

You had to take your makeup off, removed all your jewelry, and get into comfy clothes before you could feel relaxed again. You cuddled to Happy and Lucky when you finally laid down. They eagerly got as close as they could. “Love you, babies.” You closed your eyes.

When Bruce came back up, you'd nodded off with them. He grinned and took a picture, feeling the night was a success. He texted his mom with it. I guess we’ll leave in the morning :)

She didn’t reply for a few moments. How cute! Sounds great.

He quickly went to change himself, wondering which dog would let him cuddle up to you. They loved your snuggles and he couldn’t blame them. Finally, he went to lay down and Lucky moved, just to lay on top of both of you when he pulled you close. He laughed softly. “Alright, Lucky.” He shook his head. “Night.” He gave the dog a scratch behind the ears before closing his own eyes.

The winter and rest of the holiday time went by quickly. You found yourself getting ready for midterms all too soon. “Why is it when we’re in school, everything goes by quicker than I can learn?” You whined to Bruce as you ate breakfast.

“Because you put a lot of pressure on yourself, even though you’re probably the smartest person I know?” He winked at you.

You pouted. “At least next week we have break. But to get there is going to be hell.” You sighed. “But, I took my last birth control pill yesterday.” You smiled softly at him.

He immediately brightened. “How long does it take to wear off?” He said hopeful.

“Well, seeing as if you miss one pill you can get pregnant, I’m assuming instantly?” You shrugged.

“So we’re eating breakfast when we could actually be making a baby?” He stopped what he was doing. "Is that what you're telling me?" He looked excited.

You thought for a moment and nodded. “I mean, yeah.” You laughed as he stood and pulled you out of your seat. “My toast!” You said dramatically. “It was so good. The perfect butter to bread ratio.”

“It’ll be there when we get back.” He kissed your neck as he laid you on your bed.

“Fine.” You pouted. When he kissed you, you melted into it.

For the next week, Bruce barely let you outside the bedroom, which actually helped you relax for midterms. When it came time to take them, you weren't nearly as stressed.

The same happened for Bruce and he felt he had aced everything he had to turn in. Which was a first for him.

"When can you test?" He asked one morning.

“I don’t think until I miss my first period.” You told him. "It might not happen right away."

He logically knew that but pouted. "I hope it does."

You kissed his cheek. “I know you’re excited.” You smiled. “I can’t wait to tell you that you’re going to be a daddy.”

He hugged you. “You’re going to be the best mom.” He kissed your cheek. “I think this has been helping me with school, too.” He added.

“Yeah? Got you relaxed?” You smiled. “Because I must say, you work better than a hot tub.” You teased.

He laughed. “I have the same compliment for you.” He squeezed your backside. “It does help clear the mind.” He grinned. “Wanna go help each other relax?”

“Always.” You giggled.

“I’m glad you were able to pull your mom back some for today.” You chuckled as you and Bruce got ready for your graduation party.

“It took days of begging.” He told you. “Days, babe.” He shook his head. “And I promised she could help plan my birthday.” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll regret that…” He shook his head.

“Definitely.” You giggled, adjusting your clothes. “Are we ready to rock this party?” You hugged him close. “Tell everyone our secret?”

He beamed. “I’m pretty sure our moms are going to either scream or pass out.” He kissed your nose. “But I’m ready to tell everyone and the world!” He said happily. “Do you know how hard it’s been not telling people for ten weeks?!”

“I’m sure you’re ready to burst.” You teased. “Like my favorite pair of skinny jeans when I tried to wear them yesterday.” You joked.

He laughed. “There’s going to be plenty more of that.” He pecked your lips. “I’ll buy you all the new clothes you want tomorrow.”

“All the stretchy pants?” You smiled. "Because I see myself living in yoga pants."

“Hey, can’t complain when they make your ass look great.” He led you out. "I will buy the whole damn company for that."

You snorted and shook your head, following him outside to the party. You spotted Maryanne and smiled at her, waving. She waved back instantly, happy to see you. She came over to greet you. "It's good to see you again!"

You hugged her, having been texting off and on for the past semester. “It’s good to see you too! I’m so glad you’re here.” You smiled. "How was the last week of school for you?"

“Horrible. I’m barely alive.” She chuckled. “So glad it’s summer now.” She shook her head. "No more living off coffee!"

You laughed at that. “I know what you mean.” Even though yours had been decaf lately.

“We need to start hanging out more now that I’m back in Gotham.” She beamed. "Maybe have a girl's day."

“I’d love that.” You agreed instantly. “We’ll work something out soon.” You nodded.

Once you’d seen both sets of parents, Bruce was more than ready to announce Baby Wayne. You tapped the glass you were holding of bubbly water as you and Bruce stood on a set of steps. “Hello!” You smiled.

“Thank you for coming!” Bruce began. “We’re here to celebrate us finally graduating!”

Everyone clapped and cheered at that. You giggled that you heard your father over everyone else. “Thanks, Dad.” You said playfully. “That’s not all that we wanted to say though.” You cleared your throat and looked up at Bruce. “Babe?”

He beamed that you were giving him the honors. “Baby Wayne will be joining us at Christmas time this year!” He exclaimed, clearly over the moon.

Everyone gasped, then cheered, your mothers screaming together. Your smile faltered when you saw your father's face. He was looking everywhere but at the both of you and when your mother asked him something, he shook his head. "I'll be right back." You said softly, heading inside.

Bruce watched you but was soon crowded with congratulations.

You got yourself a cup of water, sipping it. Your father was upset because you were having a baby. How did you process that? There wasn’t anything you could do to take it back- not that you even would if you could. But you were sure he’d be okay with the timing. You were married and out of school. So, why did he look disappointed?

“Miss?” Alfred asked. “Are you alright? I put aside some crackers.” He had his suspicions.

You sighed, shaking your head. “My dad’s upset.”

“Ah. Did you speak to him?” He asked softly.

“I saw him in the crowd. Wouldn’t even look at us.” You told him. “I know him well enough to know he’s pretty close to ‘pissed’.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry to hear that. I believe you planned it well.” He assured you. “I am very excited to help with the care of another Wayne.” He smiled.

You smiled back. “You don’t mind little ones?”

“Not at all.” He nodded. "I am happy for you and Mr. Wayne."

“Thanks, Alfred. Your support means a lot!” You sighed. "Can I hug you?"

“Of course.” He smiled and hugged you gently. “You will be a great mother, Mrs. Wayne.” He said gently. "You already deal with Mr. Wayne." He joked.

You laughed. “That’s very true. You would know best.” You pulled away and sighed. "I'm glad we have you."

“That is kind of you.” He smiled and nodded when Bruce walked in. "Congrats, Mr. Wayne." He told him before leaving the two of you alone.

Bruce waved to him and pulled you close. “You okay?” He asked, worried.

"My dad is upset." You sighed. “And I can’t figure out why!”

He winced. “So that’s why he was staring me down.” He sighed. "Was kinda afraid he was gonna deck me for some reason." He sagged.

You pouted and looked super sad. “I’ll have to go find him.” You wrapped your arms around him. "I don't know why he's not happy."

“I married you first. We planned it.” He said sadly. “Maybe he thinks I won’t be a good dad?” He shrugged.

“He shouldn’t be like that.” You sighed. "I'll go talk to him."

“Want me to go with?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’ll come find you.” You kissed his jaw and left him be. This was not going to be fun.

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