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TOP 10
Past Lives
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
How to Blow Up a Pipeline
Poor Things
Oppenheimer
Barbie
BlackBerry
The Holdovers
The Iron Claw
Killers of the Flower Moon
MY LETTERBOXD Grade A 11.    The Killer 12.    Beau Is Afraid 13.    Dream Scenario 14.    Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 15.    Godzilla Minus One 16.    American Fiction 17.    They Cloned Tyrone 18.     Evil Dead Rise 19.    Eileen 20.    The Artifice Girl 21.   Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem 22.    Talk to Me 23.    Reality 24.    Leave the World Behind 25.    A Thousand and One 26.    Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One 27.    Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. 28.    Theater Camp 29.   Carmen 30.    Merry Little Batman 31.    Priscilla 32.    Society of the Snow 33.    Infinity Pool 34.    Enys Men 35.    Sanctuary 36.    Rye Lane 37.    Skinamarink 38.    Monster 39.    Anatomy of a Fall 40.    Landscape with Invisible Hand 41.    Reptile 42.    Sisu 43.    Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game 44.    No One Will Save You 45.    Tetris 46.    May December 47.    The Zone of Interest 48.    V/H/S/85 49.    Dumb Money 50.    El Conde 51.    Arnold 52.    Maestro 53.    Napoleon 54.    20 Days in Mariupol 55.    Influencer 56.    The Creator 57.    Origin 58.    Thanksgiving 59.    Next Goal Wins 60.    The Boy and the Heron 61.    Bottoms 62.    Wonka
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Grade B
63.   God Is a Bullet 64.    No Hard Feelings 65.    Joy Ride 66.    Fair Play 67.     Cocaine Bear 68.    NYAD 69.    Asteroid City 70.    Nowhere 71.    The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster 72.    Divinity 73.    The Equalizer 3 74.    The Last Voyage of the Demeter 75.    Venus 76.    Butcher’s Crossing 77.    Somewhere in Queens 78.    The Persian Version 79.    Boston Strangler 80.    Polite Society 81.    Miguel Wants to Fight 82.    The Color Purple 83.    The Royal Hotel 84.    Saw X 85.    All of Us Strangers 86.    Fallen Leaves 87.    Ferrari 88.    Elemental 89.    Peter Pan & Wendy 90.    Renfield 91.    Cat Person 92.    Scream VI 93.    The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes 94.    BS High 95.    Blue Beetle 96.    Huesera: The Bone Woman 97.    When Evil Lurks 98.    Dark Harvest 99.    A Good Person 100.    Final Cut 101.    Knock at the Cabin 102.    Quiz Lady 103.    Leo 104.    Air 105.    The Super Mario Bros. Movie 106.    Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham 107.    John Wick: Chapter 4 108.    Beaten to Death 109.    The Wrath of Becky 110.    Passages 111.    Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 112.    Gran Turismo 113.    65 114.    Sick 115.    Sister Death 116.    The Blackening 117.    Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain 118.    Flamin’ Hot 119.    Nimona 120.    Cobweb 121.    Totally Killer 122.    What’s Love Got to Do with It? 123.     Sharper 124.    Unseen 125.    Dunki 126.    Bird Box Barcelona 127.    The Marvels 128.    Shazam! Fury of the Gods
Grade C
129.   Wildflower 130.    Freelance 131.    M3GAN 132.    Strays 133.    Sympathy for the Devil 134.    Creed III 135.    Chevalier 136.    The Marsh King’s Daughter 137.    A Haunting in Venice 138.    The Little Mermaid 139.    Silent Night 140.    Master Gardener 141.    The Flash 142.    Fast X 143.    The Pope’s Exorcist 144.    Saltburn 145.    Kandahar 146.    Stand 147.    Plane 148.   Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny 149.    Fingernails 150.    Quicksand 151.    Fool’s Paradise 152.    Migration 153.    Rustin 154.    The Covenant 155.    Good Burger 2 156.    The Pod Generation 157.    Alice, Darling 158.    Insidious: The Red Door 159.    Missing 160.    Shotgun Wedding 161.    You Hurt My Feelings 162.    The Boogeyman 163.    Showing Up 164.    Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom 165.    Champions 166.    Consecration 167.    The Nun II 168.    Biosphere 169.    House Party 170.    The Exorcist: Believer 171.    Big George Foreman 172.    Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves 173.    Children of the Corn 174.    The Beanie Bubble 175.    Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania
Grade F
176.    Anyone But You 177.    Marlowe 178.    Paint 179.    Extraction 2 180.    It Lives Inside 181.    Deliver Us 182.    Trolls Band Together 183.    Finestkind 184.    Corner Office 185.    Wish 186.    Prisoner’s Daughter 187.    Pain Hustlers 188.    Foe 189.    The Mother 190.    Old Dads 191.    Ghosted 192.    Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken 193.    Haunted Mansion 194.    Mafia Mamma 195.    Five Nights at Freddy’s 196.    The Machine 197.    Justice League: Warworld 198.    We Have a Ghost 199.    What Comes Around 200.    Legion of Super-Heroes 201.    The Boys in the Boat 202.    Attachment 203.    Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre 204.    About My Father 205.    You People 206.    Meg 2: The Trench 207.    Pathaan 208.    Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire 209.    Assassin 210.    Dalíland 211.    Vacation Friends 2
Bottom 10
212.    Sound of Freedom 213.    Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey 214.    When You Finish Saving The World 215.    Heart of Stone 216.    Family Switch 217.    Expend4bles 218.    Sweetwater 219.    Hypnotic 220.    80 for Brady 221.    Spinning Gold
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fangswbenefits · 9 months
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Tracking
𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you… and him.
𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader
18+. Breeding kink. Period talk. Miguel going all scientific and keeping track of fertility windows for maximum efficacy. Dry humping. Inspired by this ask.
Miguel was in a bad mood that afternoon. You could see it coming a mile off, because having spent that much time around him over the past years had revealed many warning signs.
The circular platform was lowered all the way down to the floor by the time you walked past the door.
Miguel not turning to acknowledge your presence was warning sign number one.
You strode up to it warily, as if expecting him to explode at any given moment. Trying to lighten the mood, you tip toed to place a sweet kiss to his cheek.
He grumbled in response.
Warning sign number two.
His eyes were fixed on the multiple of screen sprawled in a half-moon in front of him, occasionally tapping and moving them around when needed.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” you teased.
“I’m nearly done here.”
“Hello to you, too, grumpy,” you nudged his arm with a smile.
Miguel merely nodded.
Warning sign number three.
At this point, you figured something was definitely going on.
“What’s up?”
“Hmm?”
You sighed. “You look and sound off.”
He tapped on a screen to his left. “You’re on your period.”
“What?”
Usually, that sort of remark would earn any man a slap at worst or a ‘fuck you’ at best. There was no shortage of men who would use women’s hormones as an easy way to deflect their feelings.
But there was something in Miguel’s tone that resembled… disappointment?
He scowled deeply, turning to face you. “You’re not pregnant.”
You stared at him for a long time, before bursting into laughter. “Is that why you’re all grumpy?”
“Oh, you think this is funny?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed, his scowl deepening.
You stopped at once. “Wait… how would you know that?”
He returned his attention to the hovering screens in front of him. “Know what?”
“That I’m on my period?” you asked, suspicion rising inside you. “And I still haven’t gotten it, by the way.”
And just like that, Miguel’s crimson eyes were on you expectantly. “Why didn’t you tell me right away?”
You folded your arms while tapping your foot lightly. “No. You answer me first.”
Miguel knew better than to antagonise you, especially now that you had information that interested him.
Dragging his index finger across the panel, you saw a file pop up with your name. That didn’t seem odd at all. Every spider in Nueva York was required to have one that displayed several strategic details as well as bio data that was fed by the dimensional travel watch. Your heart rate was at a steady 67 beats per minute.
“What about it?”
He tapped on a second tab that read ‘Fertility’.
Nothing could have prepared you for the influx of information you were about to be bombarded with.
And what it concerned.
July 4th
Cycle day 1 - low chance of pregnancy
Fertility window - 12 to 18
Ovulation day - 17 (high chances of pregnancy)
“You’re tracking my period?!” you snapped in utter disbelief.
“I’m tracking your fertility window.”
You glared at him. “How is that any different?”
“It’s not. Just nomenclature,” he shrugged casually as if talking about the change of weather outside.
You shot Miguel a death glare, before shoving him to the side, gaining full access to the flickering orange screen. The data collected went back as far as three months ago.
Miguel had been tracking your fertility window for months now.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shifted to stand behind you, easily towering with his impressive height. “It’s my responsibility to get you pregnant.”
Your eyes widened partially in disbelief, but mostly at the realisation that this shouldn’t be a shocking revelation.
Miguel had to be in control at all times. It was embedded in his genetic code. A few months ago you had casually joked that you wouldn’t mind having a child soon.
It seemed that it was all the motivation he needed to begin his quest.
Now it made perfect sense why he had been so insistent on always cumming inside you. You just didn’t think he would be this dedicated.
Joke’s on you.
“But it seems the data is wrong,” he said lowly, arms circling around you to have his hands atop yours on the keyboard. “You can edit it,” he whispered, pressing himself fully against you.
The added pressure pushed your lower half gently against the control table, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.
“Are you trying to seduce me, so I ignore all of this?” you whispered, enjoying how the proximity was having a noticeable effect on his cock.
He rolled against you slowly. “Me? Of course not.”
His fingers intertwined with yours, and you watched your heart rate on the screen soar to 78 beats per minutes.
You fought back a whimper, as he was nipping at your neck, fangs lightly poking at sensitive skin. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively, you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.
90 beats per minute.
“Let me get a blood sample so I can test out,” he said, his erection pressed against your ass.
“Someone really wants to be a dad,” you said with a teasing smile.
99 beats per minute.
His other hand came to grip your jaw, tilting your head until you met his eyes. “I need you to get pregnant.”
Your breath was coming out in shallow pants as he kept humping you at a steady and torturous pace.
“You mean… you need to breed me, right?”
109 beats per minute.
His eyeds widened lightly and he thrusted harshly into you, causing a jolt of pleasure to travel all the way down to your clit. “That’s the same thing, cariño.”
You gave him a knowing smile. “Nomenclature and all that.”
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8siangemini · 10 months
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I’d Choose Her (Earth 42 Miles Morales x Spiderwoman!Reader)
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Summary: After continuing both you and Miles’ duties as the Prowler and Spider-Woman and keeping everything balanced between you two Miles gets an employer that already has a trap set in stone to trap in the person who he has to kill. All he has to do is commit the murder. But his employer did not tell him who their victim is to prevent any biases the Prowler may have. He did not have any biases except when it came to his lady.
Word Count: 1.8K
WARNINGS: None :)
Author’s Note: I still have Earth 42 Miles brain rot in my brain so here is some more stuff to scratch at that lol
You were laying in Miles’ bed on your phone with Miles’ arms wrapped around your waist with his chest pressed against your back. He was lightly snoring into your neck but you tried your best not to laugh due to his breath tickling your neck. After taking multiple videos of him peacefully asleep you check the time and it is almost 9 at night.
You carefully turn around to face Miles and begin planting light kisses around his face. With each kiss his face contorts and changes until his eyes blink slowly open. His eyes stayed slender and slim as you stared at him until you planted a kiss onto his lips. You pull away a little bit until he comes up to you and kisses you again with a light smile.
“Hola mami.” He said in a lowly raspy voice which always made you weak at the knees.
“Hola mi amor.” You respond with a smile which he returns until he plops his head back onto the pillow, still keeping eye contact with you. “It’s almost 9.” You say.
He groans until he brings you in closer so his face is nuzzled into your chest which caused you to chuckle.
“Come on I have to do patrol and you have that thing with your new employer.” You say as you kiss the top of his braids.
He groans into your chest until he finally sits upright and turns his head back and forth to crack his neck. You stared at his bare toned back for awhile as you laid down and began rubbing his back with your palms and tracing his back muscles with your nails. He relaxed to your touch until you began getting up too.
You walked over to your overnight bag you brought and started taking off your hoodie and sweatpants to reveal your black and white Spider-Woman suit. Miles began getting up from the bed to stand behind you and place his hands on your waist to give you a kiss on the nape of your neck.
He began putting on his Prowler suit and you had to admit you found him really good looking in the suit. You could stare at him all day if you could. You snap out of your daydream as you begin putting on your all black Jordan 12’s.
“Is it a little weird how your employer dude said he already has a trap set in place for your victim yet he hasn’t told you how it works or who the victim is until the day of your kill?” You ask Miles as he puts on his back gear.
“I was thinkin’ the same thing ma.” Miles replied. “Like since I’m the one that actually doing the killing shouldn’t I know the plan?”
“Exactly.” You reply.
You begin heading towards the window and begin opening it up. You turn around and see that Miles is all ready to go. You two quickly kiss each other on the lips, smile, and put your guys’ mask on.
“Be safe, yo te amo.” (I love you) You say.
“I’ll try and make this thing quick but be back by 11:30 or else I’m gonna be looking for you.” Miles says through the distorted voice. “Yo te amo mas.”
You head towards the window, looking back and forth to make sure no one is around, and shoot your web to the building across the street. While mid air you scan the empty street and give Miles a quick thumbs up before you turn around and see Miles dropping down to the ground with no sound.
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You are almost at the end of your patrol route which is a quick check of the alleys in the more sketchy area of Brooklyn. You always tried to make this last part of your patrols quick because you wanted to make it out alive from your nightly patrols.
You swing through the last alleyway on the area which you know by the back of your hand but then you did not realize until you were already in it that there was a clear netting in front of you. The momentum of your swinging and the collision of the netting had caused you to get tangled in the large net as you fell from about 20 feet.
“Fuck.” You say under your breath.
Your spidey senses begin to tingle and you quickly turn around and see someone coming closer towards you. You tried to tear through the net but the man had already threw you over your shoulder like you were toys in Santa’s bag. You kept on trying to squirm out of the grip of the man but he began walking over to a car parked around the corner and threw you into the trunk.
“You son of a-” You began to yell until the man held a piece of cloth over your nose and mouth and soon you fell asleep.
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Your eyes blink open and you feel a blanket thrown over your whole body. You tried not to move as much because you could feel that there were people in the room watching your every move. Just one sign of disobidience and your life could be taken away, you knew you had to be careful with what you do.
“Here she is.” Two new people came into the room. The man spoke in a low raspy voice, slightly sounding like a creep.
The cool air finally hit your body when the blanket was pulled off of you. There were three body guards behind you but your eyes widened and heart dropped when you realized who was in front of your, the Prowler, Miles. You knew Miles’ eyes widened underneath the mask. You were Miles’ unknown victim. But you knew how strong the connection and loyalty you and Miles had so in the end you were confident that you would make it out of here alive, you were even cocky.
The three bodyguards left the room and closed the door behind them, leaving you, the Prowler, and the employer alone. The employer next to Miles rubbed his hands together and laughed softly.
“I’ve finally done it.” He congratulated himself. “I’m going to get my 900k.” He snickered. To be honest you had forgotten there was still a bounty on your head especially after Miles completely abandoned that mission once he found out your identity.
You slouched down in your seat and let out a loud and clear yawn through your mask. The employer guy looked at you in confusion and disgust. You did feel cocky in this situation but you were very confident in what Miles’ choice was.
“What are you yawning about?” The man’s ego was bruised. “You are about to be killed! There’s no way out of here!” The man came closer to you and placed his hand on the back of the chair and leaned it back a little so you were looking up at him.
“Aww was your ego bruised just by my yawning?” You teased which was pissing him off. “But nah I’m pretty sure I’ll make it out of here alive, I feel safe even!” You say in a preppy tone.
The man turned to look at the Prowler as he went around you to stand behind you. He gripped onto both of your shoulder tightly causing you to wince. Miles looked at the two of you with nothing to say.
“Go on!” The man yelled into your ear. “KILL HER!” He roughly gripped onto your face to point towards Miles.
That was the last straw for him. He quickly dashed towards you two and gave a hard punch to the man next to your face, knocking him down to his ass. He held his face as he looked up at Miles in anger.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He yelled. “Kill her!”
“You touched her.” Miles distorted voice said as he slowly walked closer and closer to the man.
“What?” The man asked in anger. “If you let her live you won’t get that 400k I promised you.” The man said cockily, thinking Miles was going to choose money over you.
Miles grabs the man’s face by his clawed hand and held him up. His feet began to dangle as he held onto Miles’ hand trying to prevent him from choking.
“I’d choose her.” Miles said until he looked over at you. “Turn away mi amor.” He instructed. You turned your head away from the scene and heard a loud thud from behind you, the body dropping.
Miles came into your line of sight and his mask started to unveil his handsome face. He gently lifted your mask to reveal your mouth and nose and a smile came to your face. He bent down to you and began untying you from the ropes.
“Don’t turn around.” He reaffirmed. 
No matter how violent your duty as Spider-Woman can get Miles always tried his best to keep anything violent from his job away from you. You loved how even though his job was violent he never would let you see the things he had seen. He did not want you to be scared and traumatized by something so gruesome, he wanted to protect you from anything and everything even if you had seen some stuff from your duty as Spider-Woman. 
He offers his hand to you and you take it has he helps you up from your seat.
“I’d always choose you.” He said as he gave you a a deep kiss on the lips with his left hand on your waist. 
Once you two drew away you pulled down your mask and his mask began to hide his face again. You two were about to exit the room until you remember there are still the bodyguards outside. You stop Miles by placing a hand on his chest and he stops all of his movements. You turn to him with a smile underneath your mask.
“Now let me do this part.” You say and he backs away with a hand extended towards the door, allowing you to go first.
You walk backwards away from the door and shoot two webs at the top of the door. You swing through, breaking the door, causing the three bodyguards to duck down quickly. You plant yourself on the top corner of the hallway and shoot webs at one of the guard’s shoulders and plant a hard kick to their face, knocking them out. You’re on the ground sitting on your heels back near the open door and you shoot one web at one of the bodyguards and another on the other.
You yank them together as the headbutt each other, knocking each other out. All three bodyguards knocked down in a pile as you turn around to face Miles again. You stick out your hand to him.
“Ready to go?” You ask him and he nods, taking your hand in his.
As Miles walks out of the room you walk on top of the pile of men while Miles guides you two out of the abandonded building. You two walk out of the building hand in hand. Ironic, Brooklyn’s most feared villain saving Brooklyn’s hero and walking out hand in hand.
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tarjapearce · 8 months
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MIGUEL O'HARA PLAYLIST
ONGOING SERIES:
Bad Teachings: Miguel O'Hara. A retired 42-year-old teacher with a fistful of issues tailing after him. You were a slip in temptation of his already warped up world, his student. Nothing should come out of it, right?
(Initial College Professor/Older Miguel AU +18 ) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17
Iridiscent Mermaids, a childish and fantasy tale. Or so, The infamous pirate, The Red Eyed Demon, or Miguel O'Hara, thought.
PirateAU! x Mermaid! Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4
Mi Dulce Cereza (Ranchero! Novela AU!) Finding a path in life has never been so thrilling, but would you withstand life's punches?
Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 (UNDER REVAMP AND REWRITE)
Crimson Crown: (Royal AU) A dark king that is known to be ruthless, knows the true meaning of many things. War and love amongst them.
Pt1. Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9
Of Flowers And Hummingbirds It was a simple retirement party at Alchemax. But Universe decided you'd get so much more.
Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7
The Immorality Of Love (Pretty Woman but Victorian Era Inspired)
REQUESTS:
Dilf! Miguel HC (+18)
Impostor (Angst)
Workaholic (+18)
Ley Del Hielo (Angst)
As My Own (Fluff)
Bouncy (Mild mild +18)
El Charro Negro
A Wacky Spider (Mild +18)
A Life Ahead (Fluff)
Tentateur (+18)
Prey Game (Mild +18) Pt. 2
Marvelous (Fluff)
Complicated Birth
Food Daydreaming
Need a Hand?
Shorts, TWO Shots and Extras
Mating Season (+18)
Cast Away Pt. 2
Ways You Propose to Miguel #1
Lap Dance (+18)
Dragon AU! X Mermaid Reader Pt1 Pt2
Mi Dulce Cereza Extras 1 2
Crimson Crown Extras 1
SOCCER FAMILY AU
MIGUELVERSE (+18)
OTHERS
Clandestine Fight Club Reader x Knight Miguel
Imagine: Working Out With Miguel
Miguel x Reader x Punk! Miguel Pt 2
Plus Size! Reader x Miguel
Mafia Miguel Blurb
Dirty Thinking Migue
Thoughts on Him
PLAYLISTS (Coming soon)
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proxima-writes · 11 months
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title: in a feud with her neighbor
bonus scenes now available
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader
rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)
word count: 5621
summary:
Five times you think Joel Miller is the worst neighbor ever, and the one time he isn’t.
author’s note: this is so self-indulgent. i hope you guys enjoy it! if you like this work, please consider reblogging or leaving a comment because they make my day 💕
special thanks to the angels who helped with ideas: @dreamingofdaddydin @jksprincess10 @mydailyhyperfixations @funnygirlthatgab
additional warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, no use of y/n, story contains visual graphics, everyone pretend the 12 ft skeleton was available in 2003 and you could stream TV shows, no sarah, no outbreak, neighbor feuds, enemies to lovers, oral (explicit f receiving, non-explicit m receiving), semi-public sex, making out in a pool, reader is a menace and arguably the bad neighbor here, unprotected p in v, use of sex toys, praise kink, pet names, dirty talk. let me know if any are missing!
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Joel Miller is the worst neighbor ever. 
Your issues with him started on your first Halloween in the neighborhood. You had moved into your new home a few months prior, thrilled that you finally managed to escape the horrors of apartment living. You were now the proud owner of a little single story two bedroom craftsman style home, complete with fenced in backyard and a pool. 
You loved your little house and the neighborhood was ideal, quiet but tight knit. The neighbor to your left, an elderly woman named Betty, had invited you over for tea and cookies and given you the lowdown on the neighborhood gossip.
The neighbor to your right, Joel Miller, she said, was a wonderful man. Polite, kind, and not too hard on the eyes either. You hadn’t met him yet, but with a glowing review like that, you couldn’t wait until you did.
She had also mentioned that the neighborhood goes all out for Halloween. They even hosted a contest for the best decorated house. Your mind already raced with the possibilities.
You loved Halloween. In Texas, the stifling heat finally eased around that time, dropping to a slightly more tolerable range in the 80s with cooler nights. You loved seeing all the displays in the stores and how abandoned storefronts would be overtaken by whole companies dedicated to Halloween. You watched all the horror movies you could and on the weekends you’d seek out local fall festivals because you’re a sucker for candy apples and funnel cake.
No one ever decorated at the apartment complex you previously lived in, so you were extra excited to decorate your house and yard. You bought fake tombstones and plastic skeletons for the yard, spider webs and little ghosts to hang in the trees. You carved two pumpkins to set on either side of the steps leading up to your front door and made little ghost statues out of tomato cages, foam balls, and white fabric. You even strung purple lights through your hedges. 
You were totally going to win the decorating contest. You were confident that you would.
Until you woke up Halloween morning and Joel Miller had somehow decorated his entire home in the time that you had been sleeping, blissfully unaware.
The man had somehow managed to set up an entire army of skeletons, including a handmade wooden jail stuffed with ones trying to escape. There were some posed on the house itself, climbing up the sides and the roof. He had some coming out of the ground, red spotlights fixed on them for an eerie glow. But perhaps most impressive of all was the twelve foot skeleton with glowing red eyes that was posed near the makeshift jail, holding the door open like it was releasing the trapped undead soldiers.
Joel Miller had the motherfucking twelve foot skeleton. You wanted one of those so bad but it was always sold out. You checked every nearby Home Depot for months trying to find one and here Joel Miller has one, taunting you.
He won the decorating contest, sweeping the victory from right under your feet.
It may seem silly, but that was the moment you decided Joel Miller was the worst neighbor ever.
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When you were buying your first home, you had been meticulous in calculating your finances in order to comfortably afford the purchase. You did not, however, account for having to repair your air conditioning system within less than a year of moving in. This made a significant dent in your savings, which led you to cut your expenses elsewhere.
One such expense was your internet. Why? Because it turns out Joel Miller, asshole neighbor, doesn’t password protect his router and you can just use his.
It’s not like he would notice.
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Joel stares at his internet bill in confusion. This is the third month in a row that he’s been charged for going over his data allowance. That doesn’t even make sense. He’s the only person in his house and he only uses the internet on his phone to check the news and sometimes play Candy Crush. It’s why he got the lowest data plan in the first place.
He tries to think of what he could be doing differently, but comes up short. Hell, he’s not even home most of the day. He works long hours at different contracting jobs, so his free time is spent watching TV (cable, not connected to the internet), and sleeping.
But then it hits him. The overage charges never happened until you moved in. 
Joel powers up his ancient laptop and has to Google search what a router is. Turns out, he doesn’t have a password set on his. Which means, if his hunch is correct, you’ve just had free access to his internet this whole time.
He learns how to set a password and, more importantly, he learns how to change the name of his router. 
He needs to send a message, after all.
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You’re about to start another episode of Grey’s Anatomy, courtesy of your friend generously sharing her Netflix password, when you receive an error message. 
No internet connectivity. Try again?
The little WiFi connection icon is missing from your toolbar. You investigate further, opening the list of options and scanning them for Joel’s, conveniently titled Miller.
But instead you find a new name.
GetYourOwnWiFi. And it’s password protected.
“Son of a bitch,” you hiss.
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Joel Miller’s tree is always dropping debris in your yard. The limbs have grown over your shared fence line and on windy days you have to deal with extra pool clean up on top of the usual mess it makes of your yard, twigs and leaves ruining your perfectly manicured backyard oasis. 
You’ve asked him to trim the branches. Left him notes on his door and in his mailbox, but he still hasn’t done it.
Today you’re sending a new kind of message.
He’s going to wish he’d listened when you asked nicely. 
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“What the fuck,” Joel growls when he gets home just after sunset. There’s piles of leaves and twigs littering his front porch, almost to the point that he can’t see the concrete slab beneath. 
There’s no way this just happened through the force of nature. It’s been a perfectly clear day in Austin and besides, there’s no trees at the front of his house for this kind of mess to fall from.
Which can only mean…
His eyes spot the bright pink Post-It note stuck to his door and he curses under his breath as he stomps up the porch steps and rips it down.
Here. Clean your own mess up for once. 
xoxo
Joel crumbles the note in his fist, taking deep breaths as he heads for the garage to grab a broom and a trash bag.
He’ll get you back.
He always does. 
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You love animals, especially cats. Unfortunately, being allergic, you don’t have the option to have one of your own all the time. 
When you spot the first neighborhood stray, your heart lights up with excitement. It’s a little black and white cat with bright green eyes that walks right up to you while you’re getting your mail, winding its lithe body between your legs and purring against you. You stoop to pet it, mentally reminding yourself to wash your hands before you touch your face, otherwise your eyes would be itchy for hours.
“Hello, little baby,” you murmur, rubbing a hand down the length of its back. “How are you?” The cat gives a strong meow in response. “Oh, are you hungry? Let’s go see if I have anything I can give you as a treat.”
Back inside your house, you locate a can of tuna and dump it into a small plastic bowl. The cat sits patiently on the porch, tail flicking in anticipation. It hops down and shoves its little face into the bowl as soon as it’s within reach. 
“So cute,” you say, giving it one last pat on its back before returning inside.
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There’s a cat sitting on Joel’s porch, watching him as he parks his truck. It’s the second time this week there’s been a cat lurking around his property. The first one he found out in the backyard, tearing up his flower beds.
The neighborhood had never had an issue with cats before, so he has a sneaking suspicion that you’re, once again, the root cause of his suffering. 
His suspicions are confirmed when he sees you on the porch one day, laying out a row of plastic bowls filled with what he assumes is cat food. At first he’s annoyed that he’s right, it is you feeding the cats, which is why they’ve been terrorizing his yard, but then you turn around and he’s struck by how utterly gorgeous you are. 
This is the first time Joel’s ever actually seen you. He’s usually out of the house before dawn and back after sunset, which must not coincide with your schedule since you’ve never run into each other. He remembers Betty, the older woman who lives to your left, telling him about meeting you.
“Gorgeous girl, that one. You two would probably hit it off,” she said as he hung a picture frame for her.
“Don’t go playin’ matchmaker, Betty,” he replied. 
But damn, seeing you now in a pair of little shorts that hug your hips and ass just right and a tight white t-shirt that shows off the tiniest bit of skin above the waist of your shorts is making him think he should have taken Betty up on her word.
Joel’s so distracted that he almost misses the way the cat on his porch hits one of his planters with his paw, knocking the ceramic over and spilling dirt all over the ground.
“Fuck!”
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There’s a note on your door the next morning, a torn piece of paper with a familiar scrawl of messy handwriting that could only belong to one person.
Stop feeding the cats or you owe me new plants.
-Joel
The note actually makes you giggle. Betty sees you on your porch and beckons you over to hers.
“What’s got you gigglin’ like a schoolgirl?” The older woman asks.
“What? Nothing,” you reply too quickly.
“Wouldn’t happen to be a note from a certain tall, strong, and handsome young neighbor of yours?”
“No, definitely not.” 
She smirks at you. “You better quit terrorizin’ that poor man, honey.”
“Now, Betty, where would the fun be in that?” You say brightly as you head back to your house, the sound of her laughter following you through the door. 
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There’s a package on Joel’s porch when he gets home from work. He doesn’t remember ordering anything, but he wouldn’t put it past himself.
He brings it inside without thinking twice or checking the label, chucking it on the counter with the rest of his mail as he searches for a box cutter in his junk drawer.
Joel cuts through the packing tape, lifting the flaps and rifling through the packing paper to pull out the contents.
It’s another box, light pink with the image of a hot pink u-shaped device on the top. The text across the top reads REMOTE VIBRATOR in black script.
He nearly drops the box in surprise, fumbling it in his hands. He’s certain he didn’t order this. 
Joel pulls the shipping box back towards him, keeping an eye on the vibrator like it might grow legs and run away. He flips the lid over to inspect the shipping label, his eyebrows rising as he reads your name and home address instead of his.
He looks at the toy again, mind whirling with images of you on your back, remote in hand as you bring yourself pleasure. He coughs, clearing his head and adjusts himself in his jeans.
He searches the junk drawer for a sheet of paper and a pen.
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You’re staring at the delivery confirmation email from Lovelies, panic creeping down your spine. It says that your new toy has been delivered but there’s no package in your mailbox or on your porch. You’ve checked everywhere.
Which means it was either delivered to one of your neighbors or someone stole it.
If you’re being honest, you’d rather someone stole it than to have to go knock on Betty or, god forbid, Joel’s door to ask if they accidentally received your sex toy delivery. Your cheeks heat at even the thought of Joel knowing what you ordered. You head back inside empty handed.
Later, when you open your door to feed the cats, you’re surprised to find a box on your welcome mat. You set the bowls of food down and carry it inside, your excitement mounting. 
But when you open the box, you’re mortified to find a torn piece of paper on top of the packing material, Joel Miller’s familiar handwriting on the sheet.
Interesting choice
-Joel
“Fucking asshole,” you mumble, crumbling the note and tossing it to the side. You pull your new toy from its box and turn it on. “Huh. Fully charged.”
Your jerk of a neighbor won’t ruin your night if this little gadget has anything to say about it.
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It’s Joel’s one day to sleep in and you’ve been blasting your music all fucking morning. He’s already got his head shoved under his pillow but the sound still filters through, ruining his chances of any extra hours of sleep to make up for his lack of it during the week.
He rolls out of bed with a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand across his beard. He heads downstairs to make coffee, the heavy beat of your music chasing him through the house. He can feel the beginnings of a headache pulsing behind his eyes.
Joel tries to tune it out. Really. He does. As much as the two of you butt heads, he doesn’t mean anything by it, not really. He doesn’t want to be an asshole, nor is he trying to be one. 
But if you don’t turn your music down soon he’s going to lose his fucking mind.
He gives you another hour. He’s feeling generous. But when the music just keeps playing, he finally snaps. 
Joel shoves his feet into the work boots beside the door, paying little mind to the fact that he’s not wearing socks. In fact, he’s still in his sleep pants and ratty old t-shirt but he’s too far gone to care.
Once he’s in front of your door, he bangs on the wood with his fists. He waits for a response and when he doesn’t get one, probably since you can’t fucking hear him, he bangs again. There’s movement from the corner of his eye and he turns his head to find Betty watching him, lips tilted in a smirk.
“You okay with this?” Joel asks, gesturing vaguely to your house to indicate the noise level inside. 
“Don’t be such a party pooper,” she replies before shuffling inside. He turns back to the door to pummel it with his fists again but he’s surprised to find it open.
“Howdy, neighbor,” you say, eyebrow raised and arms crossed beneath your breasts.
Which were currently covered by the tiniest bikini top he’s ever seen. His eyes trail lower, over the expanse of your stomach to the matching bikini bottoms that peek out past the folded waist of your denim shorts.
“Uh,” he says, followed by a strained cough. “Hi.”
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Joel Miller is standing on your porch dressed in a threadbare t-shirt and gray pajama bottoms that sit low on his hips, a strip of soft tan belly peeking out from above the waistband when he stretches an arm up to run his fingers through his dark, messy curls.
Christ, you think. The man is prettier than Betty gave him credit for.
“Can I help you?” You ask. His eyes snap from where they’d been lingering on your chest and you straighten your back just the slightest bit at the knowledge he’d been checking you out. 
Joel clears his throat. “Your music is way too loud.”
You roll your eyes. “Does it hurt?”
“Does…what hurt?”
“Always having a stick up your ass.” 
Betty barks a laugh from her porch and Joel’s head turns so fast you have whiplash just watching him. He throws his hands up.
“Who’s side are you on, Betty?!” He shouts. 
You’re bent over, laughing so hard your stomach hurts and tears form at the corners of your eyes. When you finally catch your breath and return your attention to Joel, he’s got his hands on his hips and an impressive furrow between his brows.
“Listen, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I’m about to go out by the pool and have a drink. Wanna join?” You ask. 
“I don’t have my suit with me.”
“Well good thing you’re just right next door, huh? Go get it. I’ll leave the door unlocked,” you tell him before shutting the door in his face.
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Joel returns to your house thirty minutes later, showered and wearing his swim trunks and a new t-shirt. He wipes his sweaty hands against his chest, not entirely sure why he’s nervous. He’s just having a drink with his annoying neighbor to hash out all the issues. No big deal.
Your music is still playing when he enters your house, giving the door a courtesy knock before letting himself in. The front door opens directly into the main living space, a large sectional couch facing a TV mounted between two windows to his right and a dining nook to his left. Your kitchen is nestled in the corner, just past an opening to a hallway that he assumes leads to the bedrooms. Your place is bursting with colors and textures and patterns, from the floral blanket draped over your velvet couch to the leaf patterned wallpaper and natural stone backsplash in your kitchen. You have tea towels hanging from your stove that say “ANOTHER ONE BITES THE CRUST” with a picture of a pizza, and an impressive looking bar cart that houses a variety of liquor bottles and glassware.
There’s a splash from outside and Joel sees that the sliding glass door to your patio is open. He steps onto the concrete deck, surveying the backyard oasis you’ve created for yourself. The pool is on the smaller side but still, it’s a pool, and Joel’s a little jealous of it. You’ve got chaise loungers lined near the edge and matching chairs that surround a little fire pit further out in the yard. There’s string lights hung from the shade canopy that extends from your house. 
You pop up from beneath the surface, your hair slicked back from your face and little droplets of water clinging to your skin. Joel stands there, unsure of what to do, until you swim to the ledge closest to him and drape your arms over it, regarding him with keen eyes.
“Hi,” you say. He swallows, the nerves returning as he tries desperately to not let his gaze fall below your neck.
“Hey,” he replies. 
“There’s beer in the cooler. Grab me one?” You ask before ducking back beneath the surface. He can see you swim towards the edge of the pool that the loungers face. He grabs two beers as instructed, popping the tops with the bottle opener fixed to the lid of the cooler. You break the surface once more, swimming over to where he sits on the end of one loungers.
Joel passes you the beer and you tip it towards him in thanks before taking a deep pull, your lips wrapped around the lip of the bottle and distracting him monumentally. 
“So, you’re the Joel Miller, huh?” You ask. “Tell me about yourself.”
The two of you talk for what feels like ages. He learns that you’re a software engineer and you work a typical 9-5 schedule, which is why he’s never caught you around the neighborhood before. You don’t like to be outdoors much, preferring reading and catching up on your Netflix shows. You have two brothers, both of whom are older than you and live on the opposite side of the country, but you visit them around Christmas. You love animals, but have major allergies so you settle for fleeting moments with the neighborhood strays and occasionally watching your best friend’s dog when she goes out of town. 
He tells you about his work as a contractor, which he’s been doing since he was fresh out of high school and had no idea what to do with his life. He talks about his brother Tommy, how they work together on most projects and they want to start their own contracting business, but that’s a dream for another day. He mentions he’s more of a dog person than a cat person, especially because he has a grudge against the orange neighborhood cat that is still tearing up his flowerbeds. 
Joel loves the way you laugh, bright and full bodied as you toss your head back and bring a hand to your chest each time. You talk with your hands a lot, which is funny because you keep letting go of the pool ledge and scrambling to grab it again when gravity pulls you down in the water. If he doesn’t give enough detail in an answer, you’re not shy about asking him for more information, like when he said his favorite color was blue.
“Okay, but what shade of blue?” You asked.
“Just…blue?” Joel asked, clearly not understanding your question.
You rolled your eyes. “Men. I like lavender. Not just purple. Purple is a range of shades.”
“I guess…navy?”
“Now you’re getting somewhere, big guy!”
The conversation lulls as you share your drinks in companionable silence. The Texas sun bears down on his back, his t-shirt sticking uncomfortably to his sweat slick skin. He bites the bullet and reaches behind his head to tug the damp fabric off, leaving him in just his swim trunks. He doesn’t miss the appreciative once-over you give him.
You extend a hand to him. “Help me out?””
Joel grasps your hand in his, marveling for a moment how small it is in his broad palm. He’s distracted enough that he doesn’t notice the michievous look on your face, or the way you plant your feet to the pool wall for leverage.
You give a sharp tug with both hands and he goes toppling into the pool with a surprised shout.
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You’re laughing so hard you can barely catch your breath. The look on Joel’s face as you tugged him into the pool will be burned into your memory for years to come. You’d been waiting all afternoon for the man to take his shirt off, not only because you were admittedly dying to see what was hiding beneath the fabric, but also because you wanted exact a little neighborly revenge for stomping over to your house to tell you your music was too loud.
You’re feeling mighty accomplished, right up until you feel a hand wrap around your ankle and you get pulled beneath the surface with no warning. 
You open your eyes, chlorine stinging them as you see Joel torpedo towards the shallow end of the pool. You give chase, breaking the surface with a gasp.
“You asshole–”
Joel cuts you off by wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you close and tipping his head down to capture your lips with his. He kisses like a man starved and he tastes like sunshine and chlorine and the beer he’d been drinking as his tongue slides hungrily against yours. He uses his arm to press your body to his, but it’s not close enough.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lift your legs to circle his waist, your center grinding against his rapidly hardening length. Joel trails his hands up and down your back, stopping to grab rough handfuls of your ass as he groans against your mouth.
“Fuck,” he curses. “This little fuckin’ bikini has been torturin’ me all day.”
“Why don’t you just take it off then?” You offer. He pulls back to watch your face as his fingers find the strings of your bottoms beneath the water, giving both sides a quick tug until you feel the material fall away. His hand creeps up your back, pulling at the strings holding your top together around your back and neck until they, too, fall away.
Joel walks the two of you forward until your back collides with the rough stone of the pool wall.  He presses a muscular thigh between your legs, boxing you in with his body. Your hips jerk at the sudden pressure and friction against your bare pussy, a moan slipping from your lips as Joel presses kisses to your jaw and neck, nipping the delicate skin with his teeth.
“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your skin, the deep timbre of his voice making a shiver dance down your spine despite the Texas heat. “Those sounds are just for me, isn’t that right?”
You nod your head quickly and he rewards you with another toe curling kiss. Your hips rock against his thigh and he swallows every little whimper as his hands explore your body.
“Joel,” you whine. His fingers pinch and pull your nipples before he soothes them with sweet circles of his calloused thumb.
“What’s the matter, baby?” He asks. One of his hands slides across your thigh and your breath hitches as he brings it dangerously close to your pussy before trailing it back down. “You need somethin’?”
“Need you to touch me.”
“That right? You want me to take care of that pretty little pussy?”
“Mhm,” you hum. “Please.”
“So polite. Where’s all that attitude from earlier, hm?” Joel asks, sarcasm dripping from every word. You narrow your eyes at him.
“I can be rude, Miller. You want that instead?”
“Trust me, I know, but I think I like you better when you’re beggin’ for me,” he replies with a grin. 
Joel’s hands grab onto your waist and he hoists you up onto the ledge. His broad shoulders press against the back of your thighs and his arms drape across your hips. He smiles at you, mouth tauntingly close to where you’re desperate for relief. You lean back on your elbows, the concrete warm against your bare skin and the sun washing over you.
“How about you show me those nice manners one more time?” He asks. 
You grit your teeth. “Joel, I swear to god I will go inside and lock you out–”
Your threats are cut off by your startled moan as he licks through your folds, broad swipes of his tongue from your fluttering entrance to your aching clit. His sweet brown eyes are sinful as he looks up at you from between your thighs, devouring your pussy like his last meal. His nose rubs against your clit each time his tongue dips inside of you and you’re quickly reduced to a writhing mess.
You shift your weight to one arm and reach down with the other to tangle your fingers into his hair. He moans appreciatively against your cunt, the vibrations making you keen. When your hips start to fight against his hold, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking and rolling it with his tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, just like that,” you babble, trying to keep your voice down as you balance right on the edge of your orgasm. He hums again, tongue swirling over your clit until that final thread snaps and you free fall into oblivion, fingers curling tightly against his scalp and making him groan as he works you through your release.
Your limbs go boneless in the aftermath and you collapse against the ground, an arm over your eyes to block out the sun. You hear the sound of water sloshing before Joel lays beside you on his back, arms beneath his head. He turns to look at you, his bright smile making your heart flutter in your chest. 
And when he extends an arm out for you to snuggle up against him, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Joel Miller isn’t such a bad neighbor after all.
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“What do you mean you thought I was the asshole?!” Joel asks indignantly as he leaves your bathroom. He’s got a towel held up around his waist and you’re finding it hard to concentrate on his words at this exact moment.
You’ve just finished showering together after your outdoor activities, where you returned his poolside favor with some attention of your own. Now, you’re laying on the bed in your own towel, tired from the sun and the sex. 
You’ve also just admitted that you thought he was the worst neighbor. An asshole even. And now he’s looking at you like you’re insane.
“You stole my internet!” He exclaims. 
“You can’t prove that,” you reply, maybe a bit too quickly. He raises an eyebrow at you, but you refuse to back down.
“Fine, but you put all those twigs and shit on my porch.”
“They were from your tree, I was simply…returning your property.”
“And the cats?” He crosses his arms. “Because of you, my flowerbeds look like shit and I’ve lost two planters.”
“Not my fault they can sense you’re the weak link. They’re asserting their dominance. Hiss at them or something,” you say with a shrug.
Joel gapes at you. “You can’t be serious.”
“Look, it’s water under the bridge now, right? What can I do to make it up to you?”
He’s silent for a moment before a mischievous grin spreads across his face.
“Where’s that toy you bought, sweetheart?”
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Joel’s got you on your back, your wireless vibrator placed snugly inside of your and against your clit. You’re glaring at him because he’s stopped you from another orgasm. He’s quickly becoming obsessed with that fire in your eyes and the curl of your lip when you’re mad at him.
He presses a trail of kisses from your ankle to the inside of your thighs, nipping the sensitive skin close to your pussy just to hear you gasp. He continues across your abdomen and your breasts, stopping to lavish attention to each sensitive nipple, your back arching against him for more.
“Joel,” you whine, squirming beneath him. He stretches up to capture your lips in a kiss, your lips dragging across his in the most addicting way. His cock slides against the smooth skin of your hip, making him groan. With a flick of his thumb, he turns the toy back on. “Oh, fuck!”
“Want you to come for me this time, baby,” Joel tells you. “Then I want you to come all over my cock, okay?”
You nod, back bowing and muscles straining as your writhe against the vibrations. Joel sits back on his heels to watch you, the way your mouth is dropped open in a silent shout and how your eyes find his at the exact moment you start to come undone.
“Oh my god,” you pant as Joel swiftly removes the toy, the pink silicone shiny with your release. He tosses it to the side and presses his cock to your fluttering hole, sinking inside of you with a deep groan. Your walls are still clenching with the aftershocks of your orgasm as he begins to thrust, slow and deep.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he growls. He uses a hand to press one of your knees closer to your chest, his fingers wrapped tightly beneath your knee. 
The change in angle gets him deeper and his pace grows faster in response to your moans. He can feel you start to pulse around him, each drag of his cock out of your cunt getting harder as your walls squeeze, desperately trying to keep him inside. 
“Touch yourself,” Joel commands. “Wanna see you come for me again, pretty girl, come on.”
Your fingers find your clit, swirling through the mess of slick coating your folds. Your eyes are glued to him as you work yourself to the same rhythm of his thrusts. He knows you’re close when your eyes start to flutter, your head dropping back against the mattress and your thighs going tight against his hips.
“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl, just like that,” he growls as you come with a shout of his name. “Christ, you look so damn good.”
You blink at him, your eyes hazy and your smile languid as he chases his own release, using your sensitive cunt for his pleasure. When it gets to be too much, too close, he withdraws, fisting his cock with rough strokes until he comes in thick splashes against your belly.
He collapses on the bed beside you, both of your chests heaving with deep breaths. After a moment, he uses one of the towels to wipe you clean, tossing it to the floor. You glare at him. 
“You better put that in the hamper later,” you admonish. He pulls you into his side. 
“So, why exactly did you think I was an asshole neighbor?” He asks. To his surprise, you blush, mumbling something he can’t make out. “What?”
“I said because you beat me at the Halloween decorating contest.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes. You have the twelve foot skeleton and I’m jealous.”
“I’ll get you as many skeletons as you want,” Joel laughs. You smile at him.
“Sounds good to me, big guy.”
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The following Halloween, there are two twelve foot skeletons in the neighborhood, and they live right next door to each other.
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Dubble Life (ACTSV x Reader x Batfam) 3
A/n: I forgot to mention that the universe reader is in is earth-42. So, the Prowler is Miles, but he switches with Aaron here and there. and reader has the same last name as Miles.
Part 2, Part 4
Summary: Life with the Waynes so far was pretty good. Damian is still being a brat, so reader decides to be a good big sister. Someone from the past shows their face. In the need of readers help, for Spider-woman.
"I win!" Tim couldn't help but smirk in triumph. You stare at the 'Game over' on your screen. "Nah, nah. You gotta be cheating! Bro what is this!" This was the third time you have lost street fight with Tim.
"You two are acting like children." Damian spoke, watching two play video games for almost 2 hours. You rolled your eyes and gave Damian a look. "Cuz we are. You're like what, 9?" Tim chuckled as he packed his things.
"I am 12!" Damian argued. "Boy, like that makes any difference." Damian began to argue with you, you just stared down at him an announced you were getting a drink from the kitchen. You poured yourself a drink. Suddenly, your Spidey senses were warning you. You quickly turn around, just to see Damian. You scoffed.
It was funny how your Spidey senses always acted up when it came to Damian. You wondered if he wanted to hurt you so you couldn't take the Wayne throne. You turned back and continued to take a gulp from your cup. you paused for a moment before glancing to Damian you was eating a snack that Alfred made.
You thought that maybe the reason that you two haven't fully gotten along was due to both of you not even trying. So why not be the bigger person and try to be nice.
You slide yourself to the table Damian was at and set yourself in front of him. The boy frowns as he sees the smirk you had.
"What do you want, you bug."
You couldn't help but chuckle at that. If only he really knew.
"Look, demon. I think we haven't really gotten the chance to bond as siblings." You leaned in with a smile. Damian looked at you with distaste. "Did father put you up to this? What are you planning Davies?"
"No, I ain't planning nothing. What's wrong with wanning to hang out with you?" You arched your brow and leaned back into your chair. Damian sighed "I don't have time for you. I have work to do. So, if you'll excuse me." Damian stood from his chair and walked away.
"Alright, if you change your mind my door is open!" Literally, you leave your door open sometimes. You just forget to close it. A habit to try and get rid of.
After a few days. Damian did come to your room.
"Oh, look who's here. Is there something my little demon needs? hugs, kisses? whatever sisterly love can provide?" You smirked as you watched him give you a look of disgust.
"I don't want your useless affection. Father wants us to go with him to a meeting. Please wear something that doesn't look like a Hippe made it." With that, Damian walked out. He paused and took a glance of a picture you had hung on the wall; it was of a woman. Your mother no doubt.
You sighed and got yourself ready. Wondering why the hell Bruce wanted you to come along.
"Hey Alfred. Do you know why Bruce needs me at the meeting today?" you asked. Alfred handed you a drink you requested for
"It is a meeting at the Wayne enterprise. You will mistily be there to observe the working environment and understand what the Wayne family is about." Alfred escorted you down and helped you fix your dress up, so it was perfect.
Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you come down those stairs in one of the dresses Dick picked for you.
Once you reached the bottom, Bruce took your hand into his "You look beautiful."
Your smiled. Your smile faltered.
Remembering the time, your mother had a date with some man you didn't approve of.
It was cold out. Your mother was going to be with a man named Jim Bolton. You were happy she was happy. But you didn't trust this Jim guy. You asked, practically begged your uncle Jeff to do a background run on the man.
Jim was married at the age of 22, awfully young. He got divorced and has two daughters 3-4 years younger than you. he also had 3 DUI's. Your mother has told you he doesn't drink anymore. But you still didn't like him.
You watched your mother walk down the stairs, with a red dress on, her hair fixed up. Shinny jewels on. She looked amazing. You already saw her as a goddess, this just added onto the beauty you already saw in her. You couldn't help but look at her fondly.
"Okay, remember to lock all the doors. Your uncle Aarons going to be here in an hour to watch you and- . . . what?" Your mother noticed that small smile on your face. You were being silent. Just staring at her.
You chuckled and held her hands to yours "Nothing. . . you just look beautiful."
You missed her. You've been trying to not think too much of her. Not think of the time you two spent. Not think of her hugs. Her smile, her voice.
You have night terrors of what happened that day. At times you stay awake, too scared to close your eyes. Afraid to see every wrong thing you've done as a daughter. You make it worse for yourself by calling her number, only to hear no answer.
The Wayne building was big. Many people in uniforms rushing too somewhere. Rushing to get work done, rushing to get home.
You walked beside Damian. He has been quite this whole time. You wonder what was making your dear little weirdo so silent.
You sat in one meeting with Bruce and Damian. It was rather boring. But you did think Bruce was cool with the way he took over. Bruce had two other meetings that suddenly came up. He was going to take the two of you downtown to look around, get something to eat. Go to the movies even.
"It's alright. Me and De- Damian can go and hang around with Alfred. Can get a little Sibling bonding out of it." You held yourself back from calling the boy, demon. Almost let it slip for a second there.
Bruce liked the sound of that. When he agreed, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Bruce isn't the best with affection, but you have been doing these little gestures, hugging, the kisses on the cheek. You would even do the occasional 'I love you's Bruce is starting to think that you might just be getting closer to him. So, he buys you more things.
Sometimes you decline so he just gives you money.
Damian rolled his eyes as you dragged him to the car. Alfred Started the car and you two were now going to be closer than ever. Well, you hope.
"So, little brother, you have anyone that has cached your interest?"
Damian frowns "That is none of your business."
"I see, you must really her then. Or him, I don't discriminate on who you love." You felt a smirk creep up when you catch a glimpse of the look on the young boy's face. It just felt so fun toying with him like this.
"I don't have time for something like dating. Stop talking, you're giving me a migraine." Damian did visibly look tired of you, which made it even more enjoyable for you.
The first few weeks that you came to the manor. This boy has been activating the need for violence. You can't just cuss him out and flip him off like you did with Miguel.
You can tell Damian ain't stupid. He's sharp and very aware of his surroundings. One slip up and your done for. So, you decide to do what you did best.
Be annoying.
Damian ignores you more when you act like that. On top of that, you loved the reactions you got out of him.
You and Damian went to a music shop where they had those old timey records that you liked.
"Why do you need these things. You know you can listen to music like this on your phone, right?" Damian watched as you picked up a record and held it like it was precious. The most fragile thing in the world.
". . .The neighborhood I used to live in. Was loud. I could hear screaming, gun shots. And other things I wasn't supposed to hear." You gently put the record down and continued to walk down the aisle. Damian and Alfred followed behind.
"One night, there was a gang fight right outside. I got so scared. I ran into her room crying. She played a song. . ." You found a song you haven't seen in a while and grabbed it.
"She held me. . . and said, 'son solo sondios, mi amor.' and told me to listen to the music. Let that be the only thing you hear." You let yourself laugh, remembering at how much you cried.
"So, that's what I do. Instead of listening to sounds that give me fear. I listen to these."
Damian watched you happily go through the records.
Damian scoffed to himself. It was the first time he saw a real smile from you. Of course, you smile a lot. But everything was fake. You were putting on a facade. He didn't like fake people.
Lying all the time. People who lie, can't be trusted. And you lie a lot. he knows. You just haven't been caught yet.
But that, what you just did. You were actually being real. You don't seem too bad. For a bug.
"What's this?" Damian spoke up when he picked up a record that had big words on it with a blue background.
"Oh, Boney M. I love these guys." You know Uncle Aaron had full blown collocations of the band.
You looked down to see the look of confusion on Damians face. "Oh, my Go- Come on man. You really don't know these guys?"
"No, should I? . . . My mother wasn't like yours." Damian mumbled. He sets down the record. You stared at him, then glanced to Alfred. You don't know much about Damian's mother. Just that she left him with Bruce.
Due to the boy's uptight attitude, you assume his mother was strict. And based on Alfreds expression, she probably wasn't the best.
You put your hand on his shoulder. "Let's go watch a movie. Yeah?"
The movie was a comedy, it was funny to you. Even more funny that Damian couldn't understand the jokes in the movie. Just watching you laugh so much just because he wasn't understanding the jokes, Damian couldn't help but laugh himself.
"I liked the ending." Damian spoke as you two exited out the theater. "What? for real? . . . why? The ending was kind of butt." You say, Wanting to know why Damian actually liked the ending.
"Well, the main character, Lisa. She found out she was being played by that Moses guy. Even if he caught feelings for her at one point, he didn't have those feelings when he went with that dare. When he kissed her at the prom as some stupid form of an apology, she just slapped him. She knew her worth."
You just stared in utter disbelief. You couldn't help but giggle, then burst out laughing.
"What? Why are you always laughing!'' Damian was scolding you as you continued to laugh and try to explain why you were laughing.
Suddenly you felt your Spidey senses go crazy. Thats when an explosion was heard.
"Oh shi-"
people started running in panic. "It's joker. . ." You heard Damian mumble. You quickly grab Damians hand and try to get to the car where Alfred was parked. Damian let you drag him. So many people were crowding up in a panic.
Damian looked up at you, then to the multiple explosions Joker was dropping. Hearing his damn laugh echo. He was putting his Job as Robin first. And let your hand go. You felt him let go. You quickly turn around. Panic sets in you. You called out his name as you tried to shove people away so you could get through.
"DAMIAN!" You tried to help a few people who got hurt by the falling rubble around them. But all you could think of was Damian. You kept calling the boy's phone. But it would go straight to voicemail. You cussed multiple times.
You went back into the theaters, calling out for Damian, asking anyone if they had seen a little boy come back in.
You didn't know he had left to fulfill his role as Robin.
You were currently in an alleyway. Trying to get to Damian on the phone, no answer. You try to contact Bruce, you lost service. You got frustrated and decided to just run around like an idiot to try and look for the boy.
But you accidentally ran into someone and knock them down.
"Oh no. I'm so sorry Ma'am. Are you alright?" You were quick to help the girl up.
"Thanks. . . you look good, Y/n."
You paused. Who was this? how did she know your name. Your look of confusion started to fade as you recognized the voice. You began to step back.
The girl fully showed her face. Starring you right in the eyes.
"Gwen?"
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modanisgf · 5 months
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OVERDRIVE / DANIELLE MARSH
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— two idols meet through a mutual friend and hit it off immediately. what happens when one of them figures out the other has a secret identity of being seoul’s friendly neighborhood spider-man?
STATUS: discontinued kind of.. but somewhat had an ending?
PAIRING(S): danielle marsh x idol!reader
“YOU RIGHT NEXT TO ME, FEEL THE HEAT; GOING OVERDRIVE!”
profiles: chaewon’s children + kkura, rookies, enha, and others
1. overdrive (written)
2. huh.. (half written)
3. orange soda (half written)
4. scandal
5. collab
5.5. the rise of spider woman (written)
6. home
7. date pt 1 (half written)
8. date pt 2 (written)
9. ghost in the machine
10. bloodline
11. disaster
12. emo hyein (half written)
bonus! sunoo and y/n sibling moments
13. the second try (half written)
14. attention (half written)
15. sunflower (written)
16. stressed out
17. no more secrets (written)
taglist (closed): @haerinsloverr @kaypanaq @idkwhatim-doinghere101 @pandafuriosa60 @thefckghost @haerinkisser @amesification @nnewjeansstuff @bagwhy
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twiisted-king · 10 months
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✧ Gwen Stacy GF HC’s ✧
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��� Gwen Stacy / GN!Reader 🕸️🤍
➟ SFW ( she’s 16 you sick fucks )
➟ TW : Depression mentions & Injuries/Blood ( It’s fairly fluffy <3 )
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— At first, Gwen didn’t think that she had a crush on you. She denied it up and down even though it was abundantly obvious y’all had chemistry.
— She was Spider-Woman! She didn’t have time for relationships and all the unnecessary parts of life.
— It was frustrated Gwen to hell and back just trying to ignore her feelings. She would avoid you at school, take extra long patrols, anything to get you off her mind.
— Until you started noticing how she had been avoiding you. I don’t think Gwen is the best at processing her emotions and when you confront her about it she sort of breaks down in a way. She apologizes for ignoring you then quickly decides to just give up the ghost and confess.
— Poor Gwen is standing there, smiling awkwardly at you and convincing herself you are absolutely going to reject her. Until you don’t and then she nearly has a heart attack on the spot.
— Gwen definitely gets better at being a girlfriend as time progresses. She always leaves little notes for you, texts you whenever she can, and bring you your favorite snacks. Gwen’s love language is definitely Acts of Service and Quality Time.
— You’re craving ice cream at 12 o’clock at night? Good because she is to and she’s already out the door to the nearest gas station.
— However, one thorn in the relationship is the fact that she’s Spider-Woman. It gets harder to make excuses for why she’s covered in bruises and limping all the time. Maybe she should tell you? But what if you leave her or worse hate her for keeping such a big secret !? Gwen is definitely overthinking everything.
— Her secret is revealed one day when you unexpectedly come over to her apartment one day just as she’s crawling into the window in costume. Y’all have a little staring contest before she has to take off the mask because why the hell would Spider-Woman be crawling in your girlfriend’s window at 10 O’clock at night?
— Gwen definitely cries. Apologizing profusely and begging you not to tell her dad about any of this. Instead, you just hug her and she realizes that you aren’t mad at her. She answers any questions you have though is somewhat hesitant since she doesn’t want you getting dragged into any of it. Her first priority is making sure you are safe and no one finds out you’re Spider-Woman’s S/O.
— She takes you to your place of choice as an apology just to be extra EXTRA sure you aren’t mad at her.
— You patch up Gwen’s wounds all the time. Few words are spoke once the med kit comes out and she is grateful to have someone who is willing to deal with her crimefighting BS. Being a superhero can be super depressing and you are always there to be a shoulder for her to lean on.
— On a slightly more happy note, Gwen would love to teach you how to play the drums! It’s pretty adorable to see her get so excited about something she’s passionate about.
— Gwen always tries to get you something for your birthday. She’ll save up months in advance so she can get the perfect gift and take mental notes of what you like. She tried to make a cake one year .. that didn’t turn out well so she just bought one instead.
— She’ll let you borrow her clothes if you want and won’t say anything if it never appears in her closet again.
— I do think her dad would be supportive of the relationship. It’s a little awkward the first time y’all have dinner together, but George Stacy is fairly chill once you get to know him. This man makes shitty dad jokes though and tells embarrassing childhood stories about Gwen to you.
— SO many pictures of you. Not even just on her phone but also hung up around her room. It’s kind of cute how flustered she gets when you point out her phone wallpaper of y’all.
— Late night talks on rooftops. Gwen finds being outside relaxing and she’ll make a whole set up so you two can stargaze.
— Called you “ Babygirl “ as a joke once now it’s a running gag.
— She finds cursed images / 3 AM humor to be the absolute peak of comedy and sends the dumbest shit to you.
— She wanted to show off her webs to you once then proceeded to accidentally get your foot stuck to a wall and THEN got herself stuck trying to help.
— Movies dates are common and she’ll purposely pick out the worst ones so she can give commentary. Twilight was an absolute rollercoaster for her.
— Builds a cute little house in Minecraft for y’all to live in please just ignore the fact it has no roof and the floors are made of dirt.
— And the best girlfriend of the year award goes to Gwen Stacy :)
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namelessghoulette626 · 10 months
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prompt 5: "i will always find my way back to you, no matter what."
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5. “ I’ll always find my way back to you, no matter what.”
Author’s Note: this one is also angsty, with mentions of death and grief! here’s a tip: if you wanna get into a perfect mood to write angst, listen to taylor swift while writing :) also, if you feel so inclined, provide some feedback for me! I’m always trying to improve my writing, so any constructive criticisms you may have feel free to tell me! (just don’t be a dick, please. i’m sensitive)
2 years, 5 months, and 13 days. 
That’s how long it's been since you last saw Miguel. Not because of any breakup or disagreement; the two of you departed on great terms. The last day you saw him was your three-year anniversary of dating, practically pushing him out as he tried to stay home, wanting to spend the entire day with you on this major date. You had just sighed, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. You remember saying, “Unfortunately, bad guys don’t take a day off, so neither can Spider-Man.”
If you could go back, you would’ve begged him to stay home, to let the universe take care of itself for once, instead of depending on Miguel. It was selfish of you, yes, but you were allowed to feel that way. The universe had been selfish in taking the love of your life out of your existence. 
You had gone about your day as normal, working without a single issue arising. After arriving back home, you spent the rest of the day doing small chores around the house, waiting for Miguel to return so you could celebrate.
When the time that he usually came home passed, it didn’t cause you to worry. There were nights when Miguel didn’t come back until early in the morning, sliding into your bed, murmuring apologies if he woke you. 
Sitting on the couch, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, just waiting. 
And waiting.
You started to feel tired, your eyes burning as you tried your best to stay up. You checked the time on your phone. 12:29.
Sighing, you got off the couch, ready to turn in for the night. You were disappointed, but not at Miguel. He couldn’t help the times he was coming home at. Traveling across different worlds on a daily bases tended to do that. You were disappointed at the world, a feeling that would continue to repeat itself for the next couple of years. 
A knock at the door halted you.
You thought it was weird. A, because Miguel would normally just walk in without announcing himself (a habit you had tried, and failed, to change), and B, it was midnight. Who the hell would be knocking on someone’s door at this time?
“Maybe Miguel forgot his key?” you had thought, trying to rationalize the situation instead of immediately spiraling down a rabbit hole of worst-case scenarios. In your gut, you knew nothing good lie behind that door. But it felt good to hope, right? 
When you saw Jessica Drew, Miguel’s right-hand-woman, that little flicker of hope in your heart was stomped by the ugly boot of reality. Time moved in slow motion as you opened your door.
You didn’t speak, hoping that this was some fucked up dream and that you would wake up and Miguel would be in bed next to you, holding you in his arms. When Jessica spoke, it cemented in your brain that this was happening. 
“I’m sorry,” was all she said before your ears started ringing, your vision spinning. You only heard bits and pieces as she explained, something about the device on his wrist malfunctioning, and that he was sent to one of the billions of possible worlds in existence, and they didn’t know which one. 
She didn’t need to spell it out for you. The likelihood of Miguel coming back was close to impossible. 
He was gone. 
Nodding along as she spoke, you tried not to break. Not in front of her. Miguel held so much respect for her, and she honestly intimidated you a bit. She was so strong and brave, and you didn’t want to seem weak in front of her. 
When you felt her arms wrap around you, you broke down. She caught you as your legs gave out, overwhelming sadness quite literally shutting down your body. Using her strength, she kept you upright, bringing you to the couch where moments prior you had sat waiting for Miguel’s return. 
She held you as you sobbed, screamed, pleaded, and eventually passed out, your body too exhausted to continue working. Laying you down on the couch, she covered you in a blanket, and before she left she slipped two pieces of paper under your hand. 
When you woke up, you rubbed at your eyes; they were irritated and swollen from crying. When you moved your hand, the two pieces of paper fell out, floating to the ground. Confused, you sat up and reached down to grab them, and you let out a strangled gasp when you saw the first item, grief overwhelming you once again. 
One of the pieces of paper was a picture of you and Miguel, a selfie that you had taken about a year into your relationship. You were looking at the camera, smiling brightly. Miguel’s focus was on you, a love-struck expression on his face as he looked at you. Tears welled in your eyes as you set the photo in your lap, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs.
When you felt collected enough, you reached for the second piece of paper. It was a note addressed to you. The sides of the paper crumbled in your grip as you read it.
Found this photo in Miguel’s office. Thought you’d like to have it. He really did love you, you know. You made him a better man. When you’re ready, I’d like to talk to you. Take your time. Jessica Drew. (xxx) xxx -xxxx
For the next week, you didn’t leave the house. You hardly moved, except to use the bathroom and maybe eat. The rest of the day would be spent crying or sleeping. Your phone would ding from time to time with people offering their condolences. To the rest of the world, Miguel O’Hara was dead, killed in some freak accident. Weirdly enough, it was easier to accept his death than accept the reality that he was in an unknown world alone with no way home. 
After the first week passed, you started moving more and taking care of your body again. Grief, you would find, is not linear. It’s jagged and unpredictable. Some days you would be alright, able to rejoin the world, even laughing and enjoying others' company. Then there were other days, where the grief was as debilitating as the first week, and you would shut down again. But you were living again, which is what Miguel would want. 
Eventually, you messaged Jessica, and the two of you became close over the following years. She became your rock, essentially. About a year since Miguel’s “death”, she was pregnant, and you essentially became an honorary aunt. You helped her and her husband build the nursery, took Jessica shopping for baby clothes, and helped plan her baby shower. When she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, you were there in the hospital waiting room.
There wasn’t a day that passed that you didn’t think about Miguel. The photo that Jessica gave you sat on your nightstand, greeting you every morning and night. Wherever he was in the universe, you wished that he was alright, and wished that one day he might come back to you. 
So here you were, 2 years, 5 months, and 13 days later, still persevering. You were laying in bed, reading some cheesy romance book that one of your colleagues recommended (you didn’t have the heart to tell her no). The sound of electricity took you out of the book, and the lights in your room flickered. 
Believing it to be just a power surge, you resumed reading. When a loud thud came from the living room and the lights cut out, you finally set your book down, and trepidly you got out of bed, trying to make the least amount of sound possible so you could hear better. When you heard the thud start swearing, your blood ran cold. 
Perfect. Just what you needed. An intruder.  
Grabbing the baseball bat beside your bed (you had gotten it as a gag gift one year, and you kept it beside your bed for instances like this), you pressed your back up against the wall, praying that the intruder would not go to your bedroom, instead just steal some things from the living room and then leave. 
The world loved to screw you over, and now was no exception. Footsteps started getting louder as the intruder beelined straight to your room, confident in his strides. 
You felt like you were going to be sick, anxiety making your heart pound and head spin. Your hands were clammy as you readjusted your grip on the baseball bat, a chill running up your spine as you heard the bedroom door creak open. 
As the large figure stepped through the threshold, you raised the bat above your head, ready to swing down with all your might. When the figure turned his head to face you, you swung. 
Before you made contact, the bat stopped, and you felt the shock reverberate through your body. This person had caught your bat as it swung down.
Fuck.  You were so done for. 
Weirdly enough, the intruder loosed his grip on the bat, so you yanked it back so it was only in your grip. When the figure took a step towards you, you raised the bat again, even if you knew your efforts to take him down would be in vain. You weren’t going down without a fight. 
Despite the pure fear you were currently operating on, you managed to speak. “Valuables are in the living room. Just, leave me be.”
Before he could respond, there was the sound of something powering up, and the lights came back on. You flinched, your eyes closing at the sudden change in light. 
When you opened your eyes, you nearly dropped the bat. 
Miguel stood in front of you, his hands up to indicate he meant no harm.
“Hello, mi amor.”
Fighting against every fiber of your body wanting to rush forward and embrace him, you eyed him cautiously. This had to be some sort of cruel joke. This had to be someone else. Maybe someone was using Miguel’s face to hurt you.
You raised the bat again. “No. Leave. You’re not him. You can’t be. You-” Your voice wavered at the end, sadness starting to replace the fear driving you. 
Again, he tried to step closer to you, but you quickly cocked the bat up more. “It’s alright. It’s me. I’m here now. I made it back to you.”
You were fully crying now. You shook your head vehemently. “No. That’s impossible. You’re not him. You may look like him, but you’re not my Miguel.”
“Let me prove it to you. Please. Ask me something, anything, that only your Miguel would know.”
There were so many things running through your mind right now that you could barely think straight. What would be something that only he would know? You couldn’t ask him what your favorite something was, that would be too easy. So what else would work? After a moment of thinking, you came to your answer. 
“Where did you ask me to be yours?” Your heart was still hammering in your chest as you awaited his answer. 
A large smile crossed Miguel’s face as he recalled the memory. “I took you to the aquarium. You were laughing the whole time, and you were so passionate telling me all about the fish we saw. And when you saw the otter, you started crying, and-”
That was all you needed to hear. Dropping the bat, you ran to him, cutting off his sentence when you hurtled into him, hugging him so tightly, afraid that if you let go he would disappear again. He returned the gesture, almost lifting you off your feet. You shook as you sobbed into his chest.
There you two stood, two lovers finally reconnecting. The flicker of hope that had been destroyed a couple of years ago began to rebuild itself. You felt hope for the future, for you, for Miguel. 
You’re not quite sure how long the two of you stood there, just holding each other, but eventually, you broke away, moving to hold his face in your hands, bringing him down closer to your level. His face was still the same as it was, and you felt so happy to finally see his face move instead of being in a frozen frame of time in a picture. 
One of his hands ran through your hair with care, looking at you with that same love-sick expression in said photo. “Your hair. It’s different.”
Sniffling, you responded, “Well, two and a half years tends to do that to someone.”
“God, has it really been that long?” He muttered, partially to himself, and you saw a tear run down his cheek. You brushed it away with your thumb. 
“Unfortunately, yes. But you’re here now. You came back to me.”  “‘I’ll always find my way back to you, no matter what.” He promised, before finally kissing you. Two and a half years of longing and sadness practically vanished when his lips met yours.
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ghostflowerhotpotch · 6 months
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You know? I really wonder how Jeff would react hearing about what George did
Think about it for a moment.
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They both encountered pretty telling scenarios, had someone important to them ripped away from them thinking Spider-man/Spider-woman did it; yet despite Peter's incident happening before ITSV; George still clings to that case and would not let it go, while Jeff literally realized he was off on the first movie.
Not only Jeff still doesn't know Miles was in the costume, he saw his own brother dead; George can feel bad about Peter because he had a long life ahead of him and has know him for 12 years, but is still not the same as Jeff needing to see the corpse of someone from his own family.
I was just looking at Aaron's dead scene for a story, and I realized that not only it mimics what happened with George in many beats, George looks even worse in comparison. And I already thought the Morales's were outshining him as a parents already.
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periprose · 9 months
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I don't know if my ask got 'eaten' or not, but I did send it while I was on the road so I may have screwed it up anyway. My ask is based on your reblog of the 3 word sentences and if you care to, it's a twofer based plot: numbers 12 and 18 (just do it and you look lost) because I am a dithering decision maker except!! when I am going somewhere in which case my overconfidence gets me in trouble, something Peter knows too well himself. Love your writing!
unfortunately it did but I love this prompt so thank you for resending it!
Prompts can be found here
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Peter is fairly sure that he's the one who's always late to everything. Every single seminar for this new Oscorp tech breakdown, he's the one who's five minutes late, and he swears it's not his fault.
It's just that he always happens to run into Spider-Man duties. He always finds another old woman who needs to cross the street, or a newspaper stand that has just been stolen from, and then after saving the day, he can make time towards catching the next subway train to Oscorp and hopefully run up the stairs, through the door, into the lobby, elevator, and then to the board room with a minute to spare. It always works out better in his head. 
He doesn't understand why Harry needs him there. Peter knows technology stuff like the back of his hand– he already understood what the seminar leader who oversaw the development of the new tech was saying halfway through the meeting, and basically put the concluding points together before the meeting was even over. 
Peter is nothing if not a good friend. Or employee who will be sent off with a strict warning if he doesn’t at least try.
This time, though? Peter has just made it to the subway station, and his glance catches onto a woman with a muted blue handbag, looking mostly competent and professional in a blazer, staring at the map, very obviously confused. He decides to be a good civilian and take a moment to help her. Just as Peter Parker, good guy who has two extra minutes to spare. Not because she happens to be a little more pleasant to look at than the rest of the passerby. She does really have bright eyes, though, and the way they catch onto every written detail of the map has Peter wanting those eyes on him.
Unfortunately, as she’s dithering and Peter approaches a little too slowly, about to work up the nerve to ask if she needs help, she suddenly mutters “Just do it! Who cares…” with a sudden bout of confidence, and she walks off towards the train heading North. The same train Peter is due to take.
Peter is kind of elated by this, even though he knows he’s a total dork and he doesn’t actually have the courage to speak to her. Even though Harry makes life sound like a romance movie– that apparently all it takes is the right conversation starter– Peter knows he can’t manage it. He’ll trip over his words and make the wrong jokes, and she’ll give him a polite nod while secretly dialing 911.
He’s just happy to have a commute crush to stare at.
The southbound train arrives from the opposite side of the road, and loudly beeps as the doors open.
Peter’s Spider-Sense goes off and he sees that a bunch of people are starting to exit the train, right into the poor woman who gets turned around a bunch of times and then looks utterly lost. Helpless. Eyes widening with the telltale fear of someone who doesn’t know where they’re going. 
Well, we can’t have that, can we? Peter decides to saunter up to her and be her hero of the day.
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You are so horrible with making decisions sometimes. Unless, of course, it’s taking a new journey somewhere, with directions you’re not exactly familiar with– for some reason leaping into it headfirst works better, cements it into your brain better if you have to travel around these parts around later, and you usually have the time to figure it out.
Of course, this time you’re late. This time, when you need to present a great big presentation at Oscorp, where your big new tech job is, you’re late, and you had to be overconfident about figuring out the directions.
God, couldn’t you have just asked for help?
As you’re beginning to spiral– was it the north train, or the south, will this crowd ever dissipate properly, and is there time to look at your notes for your presentation on the train?– someone taps your shoulder.
“Hey.” A friendly looking guy with warm brown hair, and eyes, is staring at you, not unkindly. He pulls you aside, out of the crowd, and you’re thankful– but a little wary. 
“You look lost. Are you good?” The man has to lean in closer to you, and kind of yell-speak over the crowd, who are finally moving away to the above ground.
“Uh… No. I’ll be honest.” You cross your arms and huff, glad that someone could see that you needed help, and you feel a little happy that your saviour happened to be a smart, handsome guy who doesn’t look particularly judgemental, and you pull out your phone from your bag. “I’m trying to get to–”
“Oscorp?” He reads your phone and blinks, and then looks affronted that he spoke so soon. “Sorry. I just read your phone screen– I know that’s not proper etiquette. I’m going there too.”
“Uh-huh.” You fix your eyes on him, and Peter feels a funny twinge in his heart– something warm and soft as you size him up, making your own teasing assumptions of him. You half-smirk. “How do I know I can trust you? That you won’t just lead me to a random dungeon full of murdered women?”
You feel that you might’ve scared him off– you always come off a little too strong.
“Uhhhh, I was going to say I probably don’t look like a serial killer, but then again, you never know as a woman, right? Plus that’s some unnecessary bias and profiling on my part.” Peter fishes around in his pocket for his Oscorp ID, snorting at your joke, but also knowing that you’re not wrong to be concerned. “See? I’m Peter Parker. One of Oscorp’s biotech engineers.”
“Alliterative. Very cool.” You smile at him genuinely, glad to see that he is worth trusting, and he’s about to say something when the northbound train comes in.
“Hey, that’s us. Just two stops and then we’re at Oscorp.” Peter lets you walk ahead of him into the train, and you do so with some speed.
“Nervous?” He asks as the train starts going. He’s holding onto the loop for stability, while you lean against an arm rail. The train is kind of packed– and Peter is just a teeny bit happy for it, since it means he gets to stand a little close to you. He’s not trying to be a creep– you’re just cute.
“Very.” You shake out your hands, trying to chill out, and then reach inside your bag for your cue cards. “I’m starting out as a software developer– working on a genome editing program– and I’m doing a presentation on that today.”
“Oh, I’m in that seminar too. Although usually it’s just some dude presenting… not exactly someone like you.” Peter immediately facepalms, hiding in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, brown hair flopping about. “Sorry, I just mean… he’s not a cute girl, you know?”
Nice going, Parker. Peter groans and his hands remain on his face now, totally embarrassed by what he’s said.
“Oh–” You turn to him, but Peter interrupts you first.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean your looks are everything– I know how hard it is to be a woman in STEM, to get judged on things that have nothing to do with your credentials–” Peter swallows and sighs. “I’m not saying you were hired for your face– I’m sure you’re a very intelligent person.”
Peter feels your hand hesitantly touch his and move them, so he can get a look at your expression. You don’t look upset, just flattered, maybe with a hint of a laugh crossing your eyes.
“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. Good to know you’re not a typical STEM bro, though.” You read through your notes again, and Peter feels a bit of relief. “Thanks, by the way. You’re a cute guy too.”
You don’t know where exactly that came from, maybe an unexpected bout of courage bolstered by the adrenaline from your oncoming presentation, but it’s not like it’s false– this guy is very cute and you know you’re going to struggle if you have to work with him. You can’t quite look at Peter for the rest of the train ride, staring out the window. You catch a little grin on his face.
/
“So, genome editing, huh? That’s actually part of my work right now. Except more in the lab at the moment– working on synthesising frog DNA.” Peter shudders jokingly, and you laugh as you walk with him.
“Yeah, I’m basically the one who made the software program you’ll be using from now on. I just gotta make it easy for you guys to understand.” You inhale, and Peter can see that you’re still really nervous about your presentation. 
“Hey.” He gives you a comforting squeeze of the shoulder, in front of the building. “You got this.”
“Really?” You look up at him, bright eyes glassy with sudden fears. “But you don’t really know me, right? For all you know, I’m going to run out of the room with stage fright.”
“No way.” Peter grins, self assuredly. “You wouldn’t be talking to an almost stranger if that was true.”
“I mean… kind of true. I just don’t want to mess up.” You sigh and pinch your forehead, thinking it over.
“Okay, how about this?” Peter decides on something silly, but something that also allows him to shoot his shot. When else was a pretty software developer going to just fall into his lap like this?
He ignores that image. 
“If you don’t ace this presentation: who cares? People might be a little awkward about it, but they’re just people. It’s not a big deal.” Peter starts, and he sees you visibly brighten a little at that. “But if you do, you win something real special: a coffee date with Peter Parker.”
“Oh, I do?” You snort at his blatant flirting, but you can’t help but feel better with that potential date hanging over your shoulder. Peter Parker happens to be very sweet, at least so far, and you want to see just how far this could go. “Okay. I like the sound of that, but acing this presentation probably involves being there on time…”
You and Peter run through the lobby into the elevator– and you swallow your fears as you enter the boardroom, apologizing to the many developers and technicians about having to make them wait.
/
At the end of your very enlightening presentation– Peter knew there had to be no way he knew everything about this particular software since he had never tried it yet, and the fact that the original presenter seemed to be kind of vague on the details made it seem simpler than it was– you smile at him, and Peter grins back, knowing that he’s just won himself a date with you. 
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Everyone’s gone UFO crazy. Maybe The X-Files should come back
Chrissy Iley
MARCH 2, 2024
Starring in a poignant new film adapted from his own novel, David Duchovny reveals the heartache of almost losing his daughter... and why his most famous show could yet return
No wonder David Duchovny has written, directed and stars in his latest movie Bucky F***ing Dent... it’s based on his own bestselling 2016 novel of the same name. Poignant and funny, it examines a father-son relationship via baseball, with X-Files star David playing Marty the dad, who’s dying of lung cancer, and Logan Marshall-Green from Spider-Man: Homecoming as his estranged son Ted.
The real Bucky Dent went down in history for scoring an unlikely home run for the New York Yankees in a 1978 tie-breaker against arch rivals the Boston Red Sox, and the film’s title is how generations of Boston fans have referred to him ever since, a metaphor for heartbreak. Set in that same year, the film follows struggling writer Ted as he moves back into his childhood home when he hears his father is dying, prompting a whirlwind of dark revelations from the past. Meanwhile, Boston fan Marty’s health dips whenever his beloved Red Sox lose, so New York fan Ted orchestrates the illusion of a Boston winning streak...
Marty has transferred his feelings for an old flame (the secret love of his life, not his wife) to the Red Sox. ‘The intensity of fandom has always puzzled me,’ says David. ‘It has to be a kind of sublimation. My father and I liked playing baseball; my best childhood memory is playing it with him and enjoying the simple communication you can have through a game, but we didn’t share the fandom thing.
‘Marty’s transposed his feelings for this woman to the Red Sox, and the movie is really about the idea of losing. In America there’s a sick addiction to winning and winners, but most of us have to lose every day. Suffering makes us human - it unites us all.’
There’s a moment in the film when Marty is talking about a chest infection that almost killed Ted as a child. Marty says he begged God or whoever to take his lungs instead and let Ted live. ‘One thing I’ve never told anyone is that when my daughter was nine months old she got really ill,’ reveals David. ‘Her mother [actress Tea Leoni] and I had to face the fact we might lose her and I remember feeling so devastated, I didn’t think I could love anything again if she died.’
His daughter West, now 24, has since become a successful actress who seems to have inherited her mother’s stunning blonde looks and her father’s charisma. ‘I think she has a greater passion for acting than either of her parents ever did,’ he says. They also have a son Kyd, 21, and David says the hardest moment of his life was telling them he and Tea were divorcing ten years ago, as his own parents had done when he was 12. ‘It was far worse telling them than actually experiencing it. When you’re a child you just try to get through it, you don’t feel responsible. As a parent I felt at least 50 per cent responsible.’
Tall and thin with good skin and an easy charm, David seems untouched by the ageing process, although this role is a huge shift from the Lotharios he usually plays, such as bed-hopping writer Hank in comedy-drama series Californication. Does getting older bother him? ‘Of course, and as an actor you have to think of the different roles you’ll be offered. When I was writing this script I was thinking I’d play Ted, the son. We tried to make it four or five years ago and I was still going to play Ted, but then when it came to doing it I realised it just wouldn’t work, so I thought I’d play Marty. And that was exciting because it was very different.’
Californication won two Emmys and a Golden Globe, but was notorious for its portrayal of LA’s seedier side. Does he think it could be made now? ‘Certainly they would insist on intimacy coaches, but I don’t think it would be made now, for the wrong reasons. There was a misunderstanding about what it was about. It was meant to be funny, and it was meant to be about family and love. But what everybody got excited about was not that,’ he says, referring to the furore over the sex scenes. ‘In my mind the show was misperceived.’
Another of David’s roles that would spark a row today was a transgender FBI agent in Twin Peaks in the early 90s, when almost no transgender women were on TV. Again it was groundbreaking. ‘But if you’re playing a murderer no one asks you, “Have you murdered people?”’ he says. ‘It was just being an actor.’
David is, of course, best known for The X-Files, in which he played UFO-obsessed FBI agent Mulder opposite Gillian Anderson’s sceptical Scully. The series finally bowed out in 2018 after 11 series, but could there ever be another? ‘Maybe - it might even be more current now,’ he says, referring to the recent release of top-secret UFO files in the US. ‘I’m not personally interested in UFOs so it doesn’t make it more exciting for me to revisit The X-Files. It was a role I played but I wasn’t passionate about the subject. Maybe I’m the only one who isn’t.’
There was a brouhaha at the time about the huge pay discrepancy between David and Gillian, and I wonder if it would be difficult for him to work with her again. ‘As far as I know, by the end there was no difference at all between us, but Hollywood salaries are very weird,’ he says. ‘I’m going to London soon and I’ll see Gillian because she lives there now. I saw her in the West End doing All About Eve and I enjoyed it. She wished me luck with Bucky too.’
In recent years David has explored his passion for music, releasing a couple of folk-rock albums. So does he see himself as an actor, a director or a musician? ‘All of them, I’m an artist,’ he says. ‘I can filter stuff through a song, a novel, a performance or through directing. There are all kinds of ways of being an artist. I write best about dramatic things. There’s a way to deal with suffering to create art.’
Bucky F***ing Dent, Glasgow Film Festival, Wednesday. Visit glasgowfilm.org
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the ship name for jazz x dick grayson is Night Birds, right?
Well, Night Birds, but Jazz was Red X
Every summer, Maddie and Jack would sign Jazz and Danny up for the cheesiest, mind-numbingly boring ghost hunting camp in the world, located in Jump City. There's maybe a dozen other kids there, but only two camp councilors, so it's super easy for Jazz to sneak out of there. Danny, of course, is super mad that she doesn't take him with her, but as the elder, the 12 to his 9, she refuses to risk him in the dangerous metafilled Jump City.
This ghost hunting camp is what sparks Jazz's bitter, teenage rebellion. SHE wanted to go to a psychology camp; she'd even picked one out in Florida, only a few miles away from a space program for Danny. But noooooo, Dad had found a dirty, ripped pamphlet for Spooky Ghost Camp and signed them both up, without. even. asking. At least Danny's well looked after, being the youngest kid at camp, but that gives Jazz free time.
and in her free time, she fixates on one of her first obsessions: the psychology of superheroes.
Not sure how Jazz would get the Red X suit; she'd have to learn that Robin was Red X, then steal it, and I'm not sure how'd she'd accomplish that. But she's a smart, independent child badass, I'm sure she figured it out.
Every year her parents sent her and Danny to that damn ghost camp. Every year, Jazz put on the Red X suit and tormented the Teen Titans. She couldn't dye her hair, or sneak out at night, but she had crime. Robin gets his first bisexual crisis because of her bantering/flirting with him.
Eventually Danny finds out she's Red X and is thrilled. His sister can beat up the Teen Titans, it's so cool. Maybe in the future, Jazz can steal the Pink X suit from the Teen Titans Go comics so Danny can join in the fun, have some fun gender shenanigans for them both to have alteregos that are the opposite gender.
The reason why I thought of thsi au is because I keep reading "Danny is a thief in Gotham" type stories (which are EXCELLENT) and I can't stop imagining this specific scene: Thief Danny is cornered by the batfam, about to be caught, when out of nowhere... *spanish guitar* Red X comes to save the kid. No one knows who this guy is except for Nightwing, who seems to automatically hate this guy who's... flirting with him? Is this a Cat Woman situation? This sounds like a Cat Woman situation.
Also, not sure which I like better:
For Jazz to fill out on her chest, but keep the male voice of Red X, leading to some gender confusion.
For Red X to become less of an addition to Jazz as it is part of her core personality. She is just as much Red X as she is Jazz, so when her chest comes in, she thinks "hmm, don't like that" and gets top surgery.
bc Jazz? Still totally into the Red X game even as an adult. She even found a similar ghost hunting camp in Bloodhaven after Robin went solo. She hadn't even graduated high school yet, but her favorite hobby is tormenting this one superhero. She bats at him like a cat with a spider.
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Poisoned Empanadas
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Pairing:
Jake Lockley x fem!spider reader
Miguel O'hara x fem!spider reader
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18+
Warnings:
Violence, strong language, mentions of death, possibility of people dying, mentions of depression, sexual themes, smut, whump, love triangle, love competition, warnings will change as the story develops.
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Summary:
You get bad news on your anniversary. Jake is moving away, and he ends the relationship. He does it to keep you safe, or so he says, but you know there's another woman. You don't know who it is. He had come home on too many occasions smelling like hard liquor, jasmine, and cinnamon, a scent you didn't wear. You would find hair on his dirty clothes in the wash bin that wasn't yours or his. Every time you confronted him, he said it was for his undercover job for some powerful guy, and he always had women in his cabs after the bars let out on nights he used his cab for stakeouts. Like was he supposed to refuse rides to paying customers? His excuse was his proximity to others, and he assured you he never strayed.
You didn't believe him.
That still didn't explain the suggestive stains in underwear he never wore around you, which you washed for him. It didn't explain why he would fuck off for days or weeks at a time, and he never would tell you where he went, or what he was doing. He never sent you texts, emails, or letters. He never checked in, and just showed up unannounced, fully expecting to be let back into your life without question.
And you let him, every Goddamn time, because, when he was actually around, he treated you so well. Like a Goddess. He lavished you with expensive gifts and took care of your basic necessities. He had paid for the house you lived in, and the car you drove. You let him, because you loved him.
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Chapter 1 - Empanada Gallega
Chapter 2 - Empanadas de Santa Rita
Chapter 3 - Empanadas Chilenas
Chapter 4 - A (18+) - Empanadas de Manzana
Chapter 4 - B (18+ mild) - Fast Food Dessert Type Empanadas
Chapter 5 - Pizza Rolls Global
Chapter 6 - Panades Belize
Chapter 7 (18+) - Empanadas de Cordero, Balearic Islands, Spain
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
(Yeah, I know it was just at 8, before, and I still haven't released chapter 4 yet... 👀 I just keep spiraling and writing more and more.)
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Special AU one-shot chapter for Kinktober 2023:
Doggy Style - 18+ Smut
Pairing:
Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Fem!Reader
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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!”
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“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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