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vhstown · 9 months

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miles g morales x you headcanons

— 42!miles x gn!reader (dating)

warnings: fluff, brief mentions of violence, angst if you squint

note: ok i know i didn't write him like a bad boy rizzful cool criminal bf but this is just my interpretation from the 1min of screentime he had 😭 i hope someone likes it? i don't really but it's ok posting anyway, kind of long a lot of ramble

wasn't edited previously but is now!

Miles has never dated anyone before, so naturally, he's never kissed anyone before. In fact, though he's reluctant, he asks his uncle for advice about you (just as a nephew in need, of course.) It's sort of hilarious to see the boy with such a cold and unbothered exterior try to flirt and make a move on you. When he asks you out, he nearly trips over himself trying to block your way, and nearly trips over himself again when you say yes. When you try to kiss, he freezes up, but eventually gets the hang of it. It's surprisingly sweet and careful; warm.

Miles is hesitant to date you — date anyone. It's a casual sort of thing at first; he doesn't want to get too attached. But what draws him to you is the fact that you can make his life feel so normal, so simple and in-the-moment. It doesn't take long for him to realise that this is what he wants.

He does everything in his power to keep his criminal identity a secret. When there's rumours going around about the Prowler, he's quick to shut down the conversation with vague, uninterested answers. He's not scared of many things, but he's scared of the only person he can really be Miles around leaving.

So, the boy tries his absolute best to be good to you. Yes, he misses dates doing God knows what, but he's quick to try and reschedule or show up to your door with gifts, food, anything he thinks might make you happy (despite your annoyance, he's really good at making it up to you.) When dates aren't working, he decides to take you on spontaneous ones, going around Brooklyn and wracking his brain for anything that might interest you or be nice enough for a date. Half of your date is usually spent walking around together, but it's more fun than you think to pass time together like that.

For the time you do manage to spend together, you notice he's very observant (he has to be to survive as the Prowler.) Miles remembers every little detail about you and what you like. Things you told him since he met you are still firm in his memory, even if it was something you said off-handedly or to somebody else. He's always surprising you with little things you mention: an accessory, dessert from the place you wanted to try ages ago, etc.

Miles is very aware of your interests and whenever he passes by related stores, he's always asking you if you want anything. You're the only person in his life other than his family; of course he's going to cherish you.

But the second thing Miles is worried about is his mom. He's very overprotective over his mom, understandably so. She's the only parent he has left and he knows she overworks herself trying to provide for them. He's always trying to help her when he can, doing chores and errands without question and per his uncle's suggestions, but if something was to happen to her, he'd blame himself for it above all. So when he introduces you to her, he's more than uncertain. It's not like you could do anything to her, but he's made it a habit to never fully trust anyone anyway.

That is, until he sees how Rio completely lights up around you. She's so thrilled that Miles has a friend (or whatever Miles told her you were.) Even though she can only talk to you for a few minutes before her shift, she automatically opens up her home to you, telling you that you can help yourself to the kitchen and come over whenever you like. She whispers a couple things in Spanish to Miles that you can't quite catch, and he doesn't care to mention.

But you can definitely guess what she keeps telling him. Whenever he brings you over, he acts aloof, almost awkward trying to follow what his mom says to make you comfortable. The house and Miles' room suddenly becomes eerily spotless whenever you're due to come over, and the cupboards are in complete order. Rio's always asking Miles where you are, and she treats you like you're her second kid. She's very aware that you might be in the future (though Miles keeps denying it.)

You catch glimpses of his uncle sometimes. He doesn't really talk to you, but the man is calm enough. Miles seems to be comfortable around him, but when he finds out, you can make out an amused glint in Aaron's eyes whenever he sees you. Miles doesn't take you to see his uncle; he'd rather you're not aware of the man's ridiculous way of teasing him.

Whenever you come over, you both make it a habit to snack, play videogames, listen to music, whatever you feel like doing. It seems like he's always trying to keep you there. Miles will never admit it, but he misses you a lot. All he really does to show that is pull you into a silent hug and kiss your cheek when he sees you again, asking in the lowest voice what you've been up to.

When you asked Miles about his interests, he tells you the ones he shares with his uncle at first — music, art, etc. But whenever you go into his room, you notice a bunch of empty shelves and hastily shut drawers. Miles never really shares his real interests with anyone (he thinks they're childish more than anything), but when you insist, he bedrudgingly takes out the figures, comics and posters, acting like he put them away ages ago and forgot about them (more 5 minutes before you came over, if it wasn't obvious from the way he was flushing.)

The two of you spend a while putting everything back. You ask him questions about it and he returns them with short answers. When you leave that day, his heart is full, and his jaw hurts from trying to hide his smile as he looks at his shelves filled with superhero figurines and comics. He won't be touching anything now that you've put them in place. He really can be himself around you, though he's still a bit reluctant.

On top of Miles' other "secret" interests, he likes drawing. He keeps a tiny sketchbook where he draws people mainly, and you catch glimpses of it sometimes when he thinks you're not looking. Half of it is ripped out (there drawings of his mom, uncle and comic book superheroes scattered around his room), but the faces that do remain are of his dad, unfinished. There's another drawing he's never finished in there too. It's been constantly erased and redrawn; it was meant to be you. Eventually, that page is ripped out too. You can't find it no matter how hard you look; it's in his jacket.

And at first, the boy was kind of awkward. He didnt want to hurt you; he knows he very well could. He usually let you initiate anything (though he's clingy as hell and was just shooting that feeling down as much as he could.)

When he does get more comfortable around you (especially after he's sure it's not just a fling), he's always kissing your cheek, forehead, your hair; his kisses are surprisingly chaste, sweet, much like your first one. He holds your hand often too, even if you're just sitting next to each other, fingers firmly locked together with the occasional squeeze to let you know he's still there.

But he's no short of a tease too. Miles always likes to say pretty things in Spanish just to get you riled up. Even if you might understand what he's saying, he says it under his breath so you can't catch it. Miles doesn't repeat himself, instead giving you that stupid cocky smirk you've grown to love (and hate.) Sometimes he lifts your chin to make his eyes meet yours, maybe to see you flustered too as he studies your face in silence, poker-faced, not responding to anything you're saying. You think he's being teasing, but he just really doesn't know what to say. You're his, and sometimes he just can't believe it.

What he really loves though is holding you close: his head over your shoulder or your head against his chest (or his against yours, with much pestering) so you can't see the way that he's smiling. As much as he wants to be the cool and distant boyfriend, he's a big softie, absolutely melting with your affection, always quick to return it with his own.

But when you're out, it's a different story. He's not only overprotective of his mom, but of you. It really shows when he walks you home. He keeps his arm firmly around your waist, giving dirty looks to anyone who goes even an inch too close to you. He whipsers "you okay?" and "c'mon" while basically directing you around.

Miles knows these streets better than anyone else, but he's not going to take you through quick back alleys. He'll take you through busy main streets, maybe stop by a bodega to pick something up for you if you're still hungry while he eyes every corner of the store, even go on the subway with you if you're feeling particularly lazy, your back to his chest with an arm around you so you don't fall. He's always muttering about being safe, and his street smarts definitely rub off on you; his advice is sound, almost too experienced for a random kid living in Brooklyn.

However, Miles won't let you find out. No matter how much he's juggling being the Prowler, his family and you, he'll make it work. He can't lose this, no way in hell. Even if he has to lie to you about his seemingly random injuries or ditched date nights, you'll never find out about that purple blur that skids past you when you're outside at odd hours. They're just rumours after all, he tells you.

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thank you for reading 😭🙏 i struggled w this one and hobie too but idk i love 42 miles he's just some guy fr .... im thinking of writing a friends to lovers fic w 42 miles but im not sure yet (im just really lazy but lmk if ur interested?) + thank you to @qiuweyballs for the inspo i hate you (endearingly)

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pianokantzart · 28 days

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I just watched the 1993 Super Mario Bros movie, and the chokehold big age gap Mario and Luigi has on me right now is insane. Mario being extremely overprotective of the boy he raised? Muah *chefs kiss*. I now want a story where Luigi is in school, and Mario just tries and helps him with his homework or something. I need more domestic Mario and Luigi. I just wanna see the two of them sitting in their apartment in Brooklyn watching tv together, I wanna see them enjoy walks, do actual plumbing, I wanna see Mario teach Luigi plumbing.

Just fluff. Sorry about the rant btw.

No no no! You're so right. You are so very very right. I love the double-date dinner scene when Luigi starts talking about his relationship with Mario.

L: 'Cos Mario, he brought me up! He's been my mother my whole life. M: Hey! L: I mean father. My father. He's been my father, my uncle, my brother - everybody!

Luigi doesn't even know who his parents are. And if Mario legitimately raised Luigi alone while impoverished and without any family he could rely on, he did such a fantastic job?? It's no wonder he's the most abrasive of all the Marios (not that I have a problem with that. Grumpy Mario my beloved.)

Don't even get me started on Mario being his little brother's wingman, trying to feed Luigi dialogue under his breath when he's attempting to chat up Daisy. Also him aggressively backseat driving and trying not to panic while Luigi is a maniac behind the wheel? Putting himself through hell to help his little bro rescue the woman he loves? One of the best parts was when, after Bowser President Koopa attempts to gouge Luigi's eyes out in a moment of rage, Mario jumps in and grapples Koopa to get him off. He gets tased for his efforts, but succeeds in keeping his bro's eyeballs intact. Then in the devo chamber in the next scene you can see Mario nervously checking on Luigi in the background, cupping his face as he ensures there's no serious damage done.

Sorry Mario, Luigi was kinda right to describe you as his mother.

#What I really need is the story about Mario deciding he was going to take in Luigi #Did 1993 Luigi have a short stint in the foster care system before his brother gave him a home???#so many questions #eye gouge mention #Mario #Luigi #super mario bros 1993 #askbox #anon #much like the 2023 movie I could just watch an entire film of the bros doing mundane tasks

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itsmebytch001 · 5 months

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Based Loolsy on a draft @xxoxobree Hope you like it.

After the incident Miles came to stay with you and Aaron, the house was not equipped to house a third person but you made do, Miles slept on the couch some nights and on the floor on others, most his stuff was still unpacked shuttled away in one corner of your room Sharpie scribbled on the fronts, he had only unpacked some changes of clothing to then stuff in your draws the whole house was so much more cramped everything felt like an overflow to you, but not to Miles he didn’t seem to feel much of anything just vacant looking off out the window most days or sleeping and when he was up and present he’d respond, or excuse himself to the bathroom to softly cry to himself.

But what can be expected of a boy who just lost both his parents?

It was to quick, unexpected like the rug had been pulled out from under you, you remember the look on your Dad’s face when he got the call from the hospital-

“Mr Davis? This is Brooklyn Hospital your registered as Jefferson Davis emergency contact Yes? And what’s your relationship to Jefferson Davis? Siblings? I’m very sorry to have to inform you but Jefferson Davis and his Wife, Rio Morales passed not long ago, their Son is still in the lobby, he’s gone into shock”

And once you arrived in the hospital half a hour later Miles was still sitting in the lobby silently crying to himself, it took him three days to finally speak to you, or to Aaron.

Moving him in was rough, it was Aaron or foster and Aaron was no fool, he knew if Mies were to go into foster he might as well be dead, so for the sake of his nephew he moved him in, and the moving process was rough, to say the least, Miles didn’t enter the house, he stood in the hallway while you and Aaron sifted though stuff, clothing, documents, dishes books anything at all deciding what would and would not be donated, while you were folding Miles clothing and carefully placing them into a large cardboard box you looked out the room to catch a glimpse of your Dad wiping his eyes while holding a NYPD shirt that he later would gift to Miles, along with all of Auntie Rio’s jewellery.

Aaron got real overprotective very quickly after wards taking to too and from places not letting you out by yourself ever, even to see friends you knew he was just afraid of the possibility of you being hurt rationally but really it just felt like he was trying to cage you, lovingly.

Y/n: “But Pa! I promised Misa I’d be there like a month ago I got her a present and everything i can’t just bounce now”

Aaron: “ I know baby, but the streets are hot right now it’s not safe”

Y/n:” she doesn’t even live an hour away this isn’t fair-“

Aaron: “ life is not fair Y/n”

Y/n: “but why?! Am I grounded?”

Aaron: “you will be you keeping raising your voice at me like that”

Y/n: “you know what? Screw this I’m heading out” you said you you approached the door Turing the door knob and pulling it towards you only to have a hand look up over you and press it shit from above.

Aaron: “ don’t be cute Y/n, you pull something like that again I’m going to have to take your keys”

Y/n:” you can’t take my keys I live here?”

Aaron: “ keep running your mouth see what you have left”

Y/n: “uuuuugggghhhhh” you groaned heading back to you room to mope.

Sometimes he would even come into your room at night, just to check you didn’t slip off, he’d know if you had the man can sense it, but just in case just peaking open to the door to see the rise and fall of your chest to confirm to himself you were home and safe, but tonight he didn’t check on you, as he was out on a ‘job’ but you could still hear the soft sound of the heavy breathing coming from the living room…it’s Miles.

You get out of bed causing it to creek, the crying immediately stops in a rushed hush as you hear him rummage in the blankets, you slowly push open the door.

Y/n:”…Miles?”

Nothing

Y/n: “ Miles?”

Miles: “ what?”

Y/n:” you okay?”

Miles:” yeah I’m fine” he said flatly

Y/n:” you sure?”

Miles: “ go back to sleep Y/n”

Y/n:” you are not my father, do not tell me what to do”

Miles: “ well if he were here right now he’d tell you get your ass back to bed”

Y/n: “ if he were here right now he’d tell you not to talk to me that way, jeez just trying to check up on you”

Miles:” I don’t need to be checked up on Y/n I’m not a child”

Y/n: “Oh my God you try and be nice and he spits in your face” you mummer as you shut the door on him and flip back into your bed drifting off for a time, only to hear the creek of your bed room door, you expect Aaron but instead a far smaller man is there in the door way.

Miles: “ Y/n?”

… you hear him but choose to ignore.

Miles: “Y/n” he says louder lightly tapping your shoulder.

Y/n:” what?” You groaned rolling over to face your blanket.

Miles: “move you will you?”

Y/n:” no? This is my bed go sleep on the couch,peasant”

Miles:” bitch move up before a shove you off, you try sleeping on that thing see how your back feels”

He said shoving you to the left as he layed himself next to your right.

Y/n: “ ugh, what ever”

Miles: “I’m sorry… about earlier”

Y/n:” huh?”

Miles:” I said I’m sorry, about earlier”

Y/n: “ it’s fine, just wanted to check on you no need to be so rude”

Miles: “ I know, I know it’s just…I can’t bare it, any of it I can’t keep…keep”

Y/n:” keep what?”

Miles: “ going, I guess”

Y/n: “ what do you mean by that?” You asked conceded.

Miles: “ it’s just so weird…I keep waking up and being confused why I’m at Uncle Aaron’s until I remember…those moments when I don’t know why I’m here are the only okay times…I just…I just”

Y/n:” I know Miles…I know I can’t imagine how I’d feel if my Dad died, I think I’d just collapse”

Miles: “ I don’t like being a burden on Uncle Aa-“

Y/n:” don’t say that Miles, you are not a burden we took you in because your family and we love you, Aaron was never gonna let you go into foster care because that place is just a trap”

Miles: “ I know but…it’s so cramped and I’m eating your food and-“

Y/n:” Miles, nobody gives a fuck that it’s camped and that you eat food like a normal human person, food and space isn’t a problem you deserve a decent place to live that’s all, okay?”

Miles:”…yeah okay”

Y/n:” since you hate the couch so much, I gotta air mattress you could use”

Miles:”…you’ve had a fucking air mattress this whole time and you let me sleep on the couch?”

Y/n:” I thought you liked the couch”

Miles:” it’s studded? You thought I liked sleeping on a metal stubbed couch for real?”

Y/n:” well…yeah”

Miles used his legs to swiftly push you off the bed, and into the floor.

Y/n:” what the fuck?!”

Miles:” YOU sleep on that damm thing Y/n, you tell me how much you like it, I’m having the nice bed for once” he grumbled pushing his face into your pillow.

Y/n: "I-I, well fine" You said exiting your room for the living room sitting on the hard leather studded couch.

#aaron davis #dad aaron davis #platonic yandere #yandere miles morales #jeff morales #rio morales x reader #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader #yandere morales family #yandere spiderverse

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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Three Men and a Baby

While you're out of town, Jack, Urban and Clay take care of a sick Brooklyn

Warnings: mentions of sick child, some angst

Requested by the wonderful 🫀anon!

"Alright, Brookie, let's try this." He glanced at the label, your handwriting scrawled across the top of the plastic container.

"Asparagus and Pear", he read aloud, scrunching his face in disgust.

"That sounds nasty", he whispered, his aversion to vegetables carrying him into adulthood. Brooklyn looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open to receive a bite.

She immediately spit it out as soon as the taste hit her tongue, flailing her arms and legs. He tried to give her another bite but she turned her head away, letting out a whine.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad." Hoping it would convince her to eat, he took a big bite, resisting the urge to hurl immediately. "Oh my god, that's disgusting", he mumbled, spitting it out in a napkin. Brooklyn clapped her hands in glee at her dad's reaction.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, your number and a picture of the three of you from Christmas flashed on the screen.

"Hey, baby", Jack held the phone between his ear and shoulder, wiping Brooklyn's mouth with her bib. "How's everything going?"

"It's going", you admitted, hoping your light tone was convincing.

You had driven a few hours out of town to visit your parents for a couple of days, to help them move out of your childhood home. As much as you hated to leave Jack and Brooklyn behind, your parents were too old to take care of the moving responsibility themselves and they refused Jack's offer to pay for movers.

"My offer still stands, I have no problem with us paying for movers, babe." You sighed, sitting down on the porch swing in front of the house, just out of your parent’s ear shot.

"Yeah, I brought it up to my parents this morning, and my dad was seriously offended. Said he doesn't take handouts from his son." Jack chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. He watched Brooklyn as she smeared some banana on her face.

"Son, wow. What an improvement from "that boy"."

"Yeah, he's finally coming around to you after us being together for eight years." You laughed, swinging your feet. "How's everything going? Is Brooklyn eating and sleeping?"

You knew you sounded worried, and while you completely trusted Jack to watch his own child, you just have an overprotective nature.

"Baby, she's fine. We're eating lunch right now, and then later on Clay and Urban are coming over to watch the game. She's got three people who love her to hand out with, and she's loving every second of it."

This time, Jack hoped he sounded convincing. He was a nervous wreck, triple checking everything to make sure she couldn't choke or fall or hurt herself. He didn't realize how much this was a two person job until he was forced to take care of her on his own.

"I know, I know. You're such a great father to her. I'll have to find a way to show my appreciation", your last words were suggestive; you were sure Jack was blushing on the other side of the phone.

"Are you sure you can't come back home tonight?" Jack was mostly joking, but also a tiny bit serious. You giggled, sucking your teeth at him.

"I promise the wait will be worth it, Mr. Harlow." Jack cleared his throat, his neck breaking out in hives. "Can't wait."

"Well give her all the hugs and kisses for me and I'll be back tomorrow morning. Tell Urban and Clay I said hi."

Jack hung up the phone just as Urban walked through the front door, Clay following behind him. Urban placed the bags of food and drinks he had brought over, on the kitchen counter.

"Chickadee!" Urban called out when he laid eyes on Brooklyn, completely ignoring his best friend who had extended his hand out for a greeting. Brooklyn squealed at glee at the sight of her two favorite people.

"Where's my girl?" Clay pushed past Jack, picking up Brooklyn from her high chair. He placed kisses all over her face, making her giggle.

"Wow, good to know who y'alls favorite is." Jack pretended to be offended as he unpacked the bags. "Its not like I'm your brother", he pointed to Clay, "or have been your best friend for over two decades", Urban shrugged as he sat down at the table.

"Don't listen to him, B, he's just salty you're way cuter than he is." Clay stuck his tongue out at Jack, Brooklyn mimicking him, sticking out her little tongue as well.

Jack rolled his eyes, taking Brooklyn from his brother. "I just need to put her down for a nap and then we can watch the game." He stopped in his tracks when he saw Urban scraping the bottom of Brooklyn's baby food container.

"Did you just eat that whole thing, Urb?" Jack gagged as Urban just shrugged. "Its asparagus and pears, man."

"What's not to like? Asparagus, good. Pears, good. And pureed food is just so much easier to eat. Why don't adults eat food this way?"

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Jack checked the baby monitor every couple minutes, nervously making sure Brooklyn was sleeping soundly. The game was going sideways; Louisville's Basketball team was down 24 points to Kentucky in the fourth quarter.

"C'mon, pass the fuckin' ball!" Clay yelled at the TV, jumping to his feet as Louisville turned over the ball. "Dammit!"

"Clay! Please!". Jack shook the baby monitor in the air, willing his brother to quiet down.

"Oh, sorry." He slumped back down on the couch.

Jack held his breath, hoping Brooklyn wouldn't wake up. He sighed when he heard her start to wail, her cry traveling all the way from upstairs.

He jogged up the stairs, Brooklyn's cry growing louder as he approached her nursery.

"It's okay, baby girl. Shhhh." Her face was flush, her teeth chattering in between cries as he picked her up. Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead, trying to soothe her, and immediately noticed that she was running hot.

Thinking she might have a fever, he wanted to make sure to check her body temperature. "Alright, alright, let's see." He bounced her on his hip while he searched the drawer of her changing table, trying to locate the thermometer. She continued to cry, her breaths becoming shallow.

Three beeps a few seconds later revealed that she had a fever of 104 degrees, and Jack was immediately worried.

His first instinct was to call you, but he didn't want you to worry when there was no way you could come home immediately. This was something he could take care of, and save you any anxiety.

"Is she awake? I want to play with this ball I bought her." Clay walked into the room, tossing a soft basketball between his hands, stopping in his tracks when he saw how upset his niece was. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. She's got a fever." Clay could see that Jack was scared, his face had gone white, and he looked physically ill.

"Okay, what do we need to do? Should we call mom?" Clay took Brooklyn from Jack, patting her back to try to soothe her to no avail.

"Yeah, let's do that." Jack was frantic, his hands shaking as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He paced the room as the phone rang, eventually sending him to voicemail. "Fuck." Jack was in pure panic, his heart beating out of his chest. He had no idea how to help his baby girl, and he felt weak and useless.

Clay's heart dropped at the sight of his brother. "Hey, Jack. It's gonna be okay. Brooklyn's gonna be okay." Jack nodded, not sure if he completely believed him.

****

Jack tried everything to calm Brooklyn down over the next few hours. She wasn't taking any food or fluids, and she was inconsolable.

Every time Jack would put her down in her crib she would cry, and picking her up only worked for a few minutes before she was red in the face again. He never got a hold of his parents, so Urban had been calling around to every parent he knew for the past few hours to try to get some answers. It was after midnight when he finally reached his someone.

"Alright, so my dad said we need to get her fever down as fast as we can. The internet said maybe a bath or taking her in the shower. I told Clay to start a bath for her." Urban looked up from his phone to Jack who was sitting in the rocking chair, holding Brooklyn. "He also said some fever medication should help."

She had finally stopped crying due to pure exhaustion, because her little lungs were having trouble filling with air and a hard cough was starting to develop. Jack was grateful she was falling asleep while he rocked her.

"How is she doing?" Urban asked in a whisper, bending down in front of Jack, gently stroking Brooklyn's cheek. She stirred in her sleep, scrunching her face.

"She's still burning up, and she's starting to cough." The words caught in Jack's throat, his eyes starting to water.

"I've got the bath ready." Clay called from the bathroom. The room was steamy as Jack entered, the smell of eucalyptus hitting his nose.

"I don't know if I did it right, but I checked the temperature like you showed me." Jack dipped his hand in the water, confirming it was a good temperature.

"Thank you, man, I really appreciate it."

"Of course. We'll be right outside if you need anything." Clay and Urban left the room, closing the door behind him. Jack got Brooklyn undressed, wrapping her in a towel so she was covered. As soon as her feet hit the water, she was screaming her head off, as if the water was burning her skin.

"It's okay, baby. You're okay." He tried washing her off, but she wouldn't stop moving around, tears streaming down her face. "Please, baby, please calm down." Jack knew it was crazy to beg to a four month old baby, but he was desperate. Clay peaked his head in, the sound of his niece crying was breaking his heart.

"Everything okay?" Jack shook his head, wiping his brow. He tried to hide his tears from Clay, his fear and frustrations overwhelming him. "Urban, get in here. I've got an idea."

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray."

Clay started singing Brooklyn's favorite song, Urban joining in when he realized what Clay was doing. Even though neither guy could hold a tune, it was working, Brooklyn was starting to calm down, listening intently to her uncles, her cries turning into gentle sniffles.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

Jack kept her in the bath until he could feel her skin start to cool. He changed her into some cool, loose pajamas, and gave her a syringe of fever medication. After a couple of minutes she was finally sleeping, her lashes fluttering as Jack laid her in her crib.

He softly closed the door behind him, meeting Urban and Clay in the hallway, the baby monitor in hand.

"I don't know how to thank you guys for helping me." He ran his fingers through his hair, his hand resting on the back of his neck. "I've never been so scared in my life."

"That's what uncles are for", Urban clapped a hand on Jack's back. "That, and eating their niece's delicious pureed foods. You wouldn't happen to have any more, would you?"

Jack chuckled for the first time all night. "Let me make y'all some actual food."

****

Jack's eyes shot open, the sunlight streaming through the window blinding him. He lifted his head, chuckling at the sight of Clay asleep on the couch next to him, Urban in the fetal position on the floor. He searched for his phone, patting the cushion around him until he felt the rectangle under a pillow.

"Shit!" It was already 9:30. You were going to be home any minute and the house was a mess. "Clay, Urban, get up." Jack kicked Urban in the side, making him groaning out in pain. "What is your problem?", he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Y/N is going to be home any minute, and it looks like a fuckin' bomb went off in here. Get up and help me clean up." Jack walked into the kitchen, his breath hitching when he saw you standing by the formula maker, Brooklyn in your arms.

"Babe, when did you get here?" Jack walked around the kitchen, giving you a quick kiss. "How was your trip back?"

"The drive was good. I didn't run into any traffic." You placed Brooklyn in her high chair, leaning against the island. Jack sat down at the dining room table, resting his head in his hand as he played with Brooklyn's curls. "That's good. We missed you."

"Yeah, I missed you, too. How did everything go here?" Jack swallowed, avoiding eye contact with you. "Ok. It was pretty boring. We just fell asleep watching the game last night."

Clay walked into the kitchen, stretching his arms, an imprint of the remote on the side of his face. "Hey sis. How are my favorite in-laws?" Clay pressed a kiss onto your forehead, draping his arm over your shoulder.

"They're good. They said to say hi." Clay hummed in acknowledgement, resting his head on atop yours.

Desperate to get out of the room before you started asking any questions, Jack stood, placing Brooklyn on his hip.

"We've gotta get ready to meet my mom for breakfast. She hasn't seen Brooklyn in a few days." He walked out of the kitchen, thinking he was in the clear.

"Oh Jack", you called after him, stopping him in his tracks. "You're mom called and said she needed to reschedule breakfast because she had a work commitment."

Jack closed his eyes. "Ok, sounds good”, he called back. He took a step before you spoke again.

"She also said she got your messages last night and she asked if Brooklyn was feeling any better." Urban caught the tail end of your sentence as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes growing wide.

"I’ve gotta go." Urban gave Brooklyn a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out of the door, his shoes in his hand.

Clay started inching toward the foyer. "I've gotta go, too. I-I need to not be here."

You closed your eyes as you heard the front door slam shut.

"Babe, listen-", Jack stopped when you held up your hand.

"What was your plan? Just never tell me that Brooklyn was running a 104 degree fever? That it would just be okay that you kept that from me?" You were steaming, your stomach in knots at the thought that you weren't here to take care of your child.

"No, I did not want to keep anything from you, but I also didn't want you to worry while you were away." He clasped his hands in prayer, covering his lips. He didn't dare take a step towards you, feeling the anger radiating off of you.

"I can't believe you Jack! What if something happened? What if she needed to go to the hospital, or even the emergency room? Did you even think about how serious this was?"

Jack scoffed. "Of course, I thought about all of that! I was terrified, but I was here taking care of her, never letting her out of my sight. What, do you think I can't take care of my daughter without you looking over my shoulder?"

His words hung in the air, and you realized taking your frustrations out on Jack wasn't helping anything. You rolled your shoulders back, taking a deep breath.

"No, Jack, that's not what I'm saying at all." You pinched the bridge of your nose, a tension headache stuck at the base of your neck. "I just wish you would have told me. I just hate that I wasn't here. I didn't want to go away in the first place, and knowing that Brooklyn was sick, I feel terrible for leaving you alone."

Jack wrapped you up in a hug, his arms around your shoulders as you leaned your forehead against his chest. "I'm sorry. I never should have kept anything from you. I was so scared, baby, I didn't know what to do."

You looked up at him, cupping his face in your hands. "But you did do it baby, look at her. She's happy and healthy, all because of you." You both looked over at Brooklyn who was happily playing with a teething toy.

"You're never allowed to leave ever again. Anywhere you go, we go." Jack chuckled, giving you a gentle kiss. "God, this place is a mess."

"I'm sure you're exhausted, go take a nap, and I'll feed Brooklyn her breakfast. The house can’t wait." Jack yawned as he walked to the staircase.

"Jack?" His heart stopped again, his mind racing, trying to think if he had forgotten something else?"

"Yes, baby?" He returned to the kitchen again.

"What happened to all of Brooklyn's baby food I made before I left?" You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, pulling out empty containers from the fridge.

"Oh, I don't know, baby. Unrelated, but Urban asked if you could make a little bit extra of the asparagus and pear puree, and put it aside for him next time he's here. Again, completely unrelated to what you asked about." Jack gave you a small smile, Brooklyn letting out a giggle when he winked at her.

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luxraine · 11 months

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"Why is loving you not fair?"

Earth 1610! Miles x Reader: angst with a happy ending.

word count: 2.3k

Author's note: This is inspired by littyhoney. As my first post, feedback would be appreciated. I sincerely apologize for any of the poor spanish translation as I am not fluent, but I still tried for the sake of the character. I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. ♡

You, [Name] [Last Name] grew up in Brooklyn, New York. The city that is so compelling, with numerous crimes making appearances over the years. But the said city wasn’t any less beautiful with Spiderman, serving as its hero for more than 10 years and preventing fear and terror from taking over the citizens. Growing up, your parents have been out of the picture due to an Incident involving Spiderman and the villains who he was fighting against. No matter how hard it was to force yourself to mature faster than any normal kid resulting from the absence of your parents, you never blamed Spiderman for failing to save them. You understood the responsibilities that come with being a hero and to your eyes, he will always be. You have an older sibling, who is the reason why you managed to keep your childhood home. But the only thing is that they live in another state because of their job. It didn’t make you feel lonely, though. And you owe it to the Davis, whose family your parents were close with. Mrs. Rio, who treats you so kindly and invites you in for every lunch and dinner to eat the meals she deliciously makes and Mr. Jefferson, who never forgets to make you feel welcome in his home.

But on top of that… Miles. Miles Morales, the courteous boy you did everything together with, the overprotective boy who instructed you to update him on whatever you do and wherever you go, and the boy who has your heart.

Having to live and raise yourself on your own, you believe in achieving things through hard work. That’s how it is and always has for you. However, there is one thing that you’ll never be able to have.

His heart.

No matter how much love, passion, and patience you put into it.

Ever since he got bitten by a radioactive spider, which alternated his dna and gave him spider-like abilities, you couldn’t be more proud of Miles. The boy has always been wanting to prove himself throughout his life, that by doing the things he’s passionate about can bring changes into his life that is full of expectations. Ever since you found out, you have been with him through thick and thin. Never once doubting his capabilities. Being in your family who has a record for being geniuses in science and technology allowed you to be a use of your best friend, Spiderman. By giving database information to be able to catch bad guys, to adding features to his spider suit. You were the one constantly making adjustments to his web shooters, by enhancing its strength and expanding its abilities. You provided him with support and company, along with loving him silently over the years. Being involved with the spider allowed him to meet Gwen Stacy, another spider with blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes. A girl who Miles seemed to fall head over heels in such an unbelievably short amount of time. Frequently fonding, talking, and making sketches about her.

“In every universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman.” You wish the universe favoured you like how Miles’ parents clearly favoured you over Gwen the moment she displayed an ill mannered gesture by addressing them by their first names. But at the end of the day, you knew that Mrs. and Mr. Davis would eventually have to come to an acceptance. A nature every parent would have seeing their son being fond of a girl so dearly.

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You woke up in a dark, cold room. With the flickering of the little light that illuminates the place and the incredibly tense atmosphere surrounding you, you recall the events that previously took place. You arrived back into your dimension. At least you thought you did, as something was incredibly wrong when you saw the figure of Uncle Aaron, well and alive. And something was certainly wrong when you saw the mural of the remembrance of Mr. Jefferson, and beside it was you. You were dead, apparently. The spider that bit Miles wasn’t from your dimension and when it scanned him, you two were sent where the spider was originally from. You didn’t go back home.

You studied the stone cold, dark room, the sense of familiarity creeped up. You recognized that this was Uncle Aaron’s place, where Miles would often go to hang out with his uncle, who he can be himself around with. Your eyes caught the sight of the figure who was tied up against the punching bag. “Miles!” you called, attempting to wake him up from unconsciousness. You were about to approach him when an arm grabbed you all of a sudden, yanking you back gently. Your eyes widened, it was someone in the familiar Prowler suit. However, the height and the figure of the man in the suit tells you that unlike in your dimension, this was not Uncle Aaron. “...Shh, mi querida.” (...Shh, my darling). Your blood turned cold, that voice… no no no. “Let me go!” You managed to let out, your heart beating at a fast rate as you hoped that what you were feeling was wrong. “I’m afraid, I cannot do that.” The alluring voice chuckled so softly. You repeatedly tried pulling back your arm from his grasp. You can’t stay here any longer as danger awaits for Mr. Jefferson and Mrs. Rio. You have to escape with Miles and save them. The hand covered in dark gloves moved towards your cheeks, caressing it. You tried to budge but that moved him to push you towards the table, trapping you in between his arms.

You came back to him and he won’t let you leave ever again.

“W… Who are you?” He adjusted the mask that is covering his face, revealing two long braids, and

“No!” … confirming your suspicion. “I’m Miles Morales. But you… you can call me the Prowler.” Your heart broke at the sight of this Miles. He seems rather solemn, than giving off a bright energy like the Miles you have. And the usual glint in his eyes that makes you melt is missing. They no longer shine. “Miles…” you trailed off. Oh how he missed you calling out his name so captivating. “Soy yo, hermosa.” (It’s me, beautiful.) He responded, eyes not leaving the sight of your beautiful, well built perfect body. You didn’t change, still being the [Name] he loved and believed that he would never stop loving. “Miles, you have to let us go.” You begged. “Why would I do that?” He tilted his head, “It is my job… as the Prowler.” Your eyes widened in epiphany, “There’s a world out there with no Spiderman to protect them because it bit you instead!”. “I am the Prowler because this world offers nothing but agony. It took my dad and it took you from me.” The crack in his voice while mentioning you made your heart drop. Like you and your Miles, he too, had his [Name] and they were also close-

Now you felt your heart being torn apart. The names… the endearing names he has called you!“Now that you’re back, I’ll make sure this time that you’ll never leave.” You turn to look at the burning desire painted deep in his eyes, staring at you. “Hey, bonita…” (Hey, pretty…) He moved his thumb over the corner of your lip, “You never seem to change, do you? … still looking just as pretty as you were the day you left.” His lips curled up into a smirk.

He said the words that would make your heart sing, If only he was the Miles from your world.

“...Please, you have to let us go. He’s needed before anything bad happens to his father.” You whispered weakly. Your heart, your voice, everything wanted to give up but you remained wanting to be strong for both you and Miles, who is not yet awake. Miles’ eyes narrowed while glancing at his other self, he couldn’t hide the envy he was feeling. He let out a hum, turning back to you. “The love you feel for him is deep within your heart. Although he doesn’t bear the same feelings as you do.” Your heart clenched at his words. “If he really did, I would’ve felt him break. The same way I did the day you were gone! But he didn’t feel anything nor spared your mural a glance, instead his gaze was focused on his father.” He knew you were about to break, seeing your glossy eyes. He’d never forgive the other Miles for being the reason for your tears. “Be with me, baby.” He leaned in.

There was the man of your dreams finally kissing you the way you’ve always been wishing to. Your feelings were finally reciprocated. But no, this isn’t the Miles that you grew loving with all your heart. Just another version of him. Warm tears threaten to fall as you grab the back of his head, tracing the pattern of his beautiful braid and the kiss deepens just a few seconds before you pull away. The boy may have the same features as the one you loved, but you remind yourself that he is not your Miles, a heart wrenching reminder that you have to endure as you stay longing for his feelings for you. Hopelessly wishing that your Miles have felt the same way about you as this Miles does.

Because of your strong connection with Miles Morales, you find yourself getting attached, no matter what versions of him. Your heart couldn’t turn away no matter what… Even at the fact that he committed a series of crimes, and is a threat to the city he was fated to be protecting, if it wasn’t for the spider biting your Miles instead of him.

You wanted to mend his broken heart, put the pieces back together. However, you noticed the pattern and it got you asking, “Why has the universe been cruel to you and him?” Both being the reason for each other’s wounded, bleeding hearts.

The tears finally escaped your eyes, He swore they were shining jewels under the moonlight.

“Miles, because of me you changed…” You weakly said, “can feel nothing but hatred in your heart. You’ve caused fear to the innocents!” You two weren’t aware of the previous twitching of the other Miles, tied up. He regained his consciousness, finding you being pinned down by a guy who looks just like him. Guilt consumed him whole as he felt the pit on his stomach watching the other version of him shower you with love and he was not afraid of expressing them at all.

“Why is loving you not fair?” Your voice quavered, exclaiming the words of your weeping heart. He’s come to realize that you’ve had the heart of gold that allowed you to love him unconditionally. But in return, you suffered. The cost of loving him is to suffer immeasurably that you were willing to pay every second.

He couldn’t stomach the way your voice drips with honey as you say his name, “Miles”, while referring to the other version of him.

Maybe his other self is the answer to his confused feelings. Why the memory of his parents gushing at him, telling him how much they would love you as their daughter-in-law is playing on the back of his head while Introducing Gwen to his parents.

…Why your voice, along with your promise of never leaving him, were playing over Gwen’s voice of pleas before snapping her webs off of him.

You don’t know what you’ve done to his heart when you had fearlessly stood up for him, letting him know that he will never be alone when every other spider went against him.

In every universe, Gwen Stacy falls for spiderman. However…

Why [name]?

Why not Gwen?

Is what he finds himself asking all the time.

He sympathises with the broken version of him who lost his version of you. However, Miles could no longer stand the thought of losing you as well. He no longer wanted to waste the chance to be the man you deserve.

Miles wanted to be worthy of the love that is as pure as yours.

His eyes were focused on you two as he activated his electricity powers. Next thing, you felt what seemed like an explosion. As the other Miles gets knocked out from the sudden impact, your Miles swiftly wraps his arm around your waist as he uses his web to open the window and swings both of you out of the building. You look at him, he didn’t utter a word but he was quietly sobbing and swinging past every building at a fast rate.

You landed on a rooftop. You turned to Miles, who was still quiet. “Miles?” You called out to him. He returned your gaze with an equal pained look in his eyes. You were surprised when he suddenly grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you so tightly like you’d disappear.

Your eyes widened as he trembled, “I’m so sorry, [Name]. I truly am. I took you for granted... I’m in love with you, always have.” Your heartbeat quickens while hearing his words, “I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you because I didn’t know any better. For Invalidating my feelings because I was confused.” He took your hand, wrapping it with his own, “You were my first love, and everyday I’ll prove that you’re the only one.” You stared at his eyes, finding nothing but sincerity and the fear of losing you. “Let me love you, baby. Please, love me again.” He trailed off, pressing your foreheads together. You brought your arms up to wrap them around his neck as you brought your bodies, pressing tightly against each other’s.

There you are, there you are… always there with open arms. Your pure love is what constantly reminds him why he fell for you.

“I never stopped loving you, Miles.” Both of your hands cupped his cheeks. He leaned in, pressing your lips together. He inserted his tongue inside, deepening the passionate kiss you two shared. He was afraid to let go.

In every universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman. But the universe planned [Name] [Last name] to captivate the heart of Miles Morales.

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cheynovak · 24 days

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Shadows of the Past

Soldier boy x F/Reader (Y/N Barnes) & Bucky Barnes ( Brother)

Warnings: Angst, Aggression, nothing to extreme

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

*Multiverse: between MCU and The boys*

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Story:

1941

In the heart of Brooklyn, nestled among the bustling streets and towering buildings, lived Y/N Barnes, the younger sister of James Buchanan Barnes, known to many as Bucky. At the age of seventeen, Y/N was a senior at Brooklyn High School, where she spent her days immersed in books and dreams of adventure.

But amid the ordinary rhythm of school and homework, she was like any other teenage girl, and so there was one person who made her heart race like no other – Ben, the mysterious and enigmatic badboy who will later be known as Soldier boy.

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From the moment Y/N first laid eyes on him, she knew that he was different, someone who saw the world through a lens of possibility and adventure.

But there was one person who didn't share Y/N's enthusiasm for Ben, her older brother, Bucky. He always thought of Ben as a bully since he had a fight with Steve once.

Bucky had been fiercely overprotective of Y/N, his concerns for her safety drove her insane. She couldn’t understand why but she let him be, but knowing he meant well.

Y/N wasn’t what we would call popular girl, she always stood in shadows. But she did have a crush on Ben, a guy the same age as her older brother. But she knew Bucky wouldn’t like that. Besides that, in high school Ben never dated the younger girls. So, he never noticed her back then.

Y/N Barnes strolled through the crowd of the Brooklyn youth at the carnival, her laughter mingling with the joyful sounds of the bustling fair. Beside her walked her brother Bucky and his friend Steve, their easy camaraderie a comforting presence in the sea of strangers.

Ben and his pals stood by the Ferris wheel as he watched Y/N weave through the colourful chaos of the carnival, he couldn't help but feel as though he was seeing her for the first time. Sure, he had known of her existence, she was Bucky's younger sister, after all. But until that moment, she had been just another face in the crowded halls of their high school.

As he watched her laugh and joke with Bucky and Steve, there was something about her that captivated him in a way he couldn't quite explain. She was no longer just a young girl tagging along with her older brother. She had a newfound glace of womanhood over her.

“Don’t do it man.” Ben heard his friends say. “She isn’t worth the trouble with Barnes.” Ignoring the cautionary whispers of doubt, he made his decision, determined to seize the opportunity before it slipped away.

As Bucky and Steve became momentarily engrossed in the sights and sounds of the carnival, Ben saw his chance. With a steadying breath, he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Y/N with purposeful strides.

"Hey," he called out, his voice carrying over the din of the bustling fairgrounds. Y/N turned toward him, her eyes widening in surprise as she registered his approach. Y/N looked around seeing is he was talking to her before answering. "Hi," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"I, uh, I just wanted to say hi," Ben continued, his words stumbling slightly as he fought to keep his nerves at bay. "I've seen you around school, but I've never really had the chance to talk to you before."

"Well, I don’t blame you." she quipped, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "I figured you were too busy with all your other girlfriends to notice little old me." Ben couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's boldness, she caught him off guard in the best possible way.

Ben stepped closer "Trust me, none of those other girls even come close," he replied, his voice low as he locked eyes with her. "You're something special, Y/N Barnes."

“Hey, leave her alone asshole.” Their conversation interrupted the moment Bucky caught sight of them. His expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his steely gaze as he stormed over to where they stood. "Come on Y/N, we're leaving," Bucky declared, his voice sharp with anger as he grabbed her arm, his grip tight.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at her brother's sudden appearance. "Hey, man, I didn't mean any harm," Ben said, his voice calm but firm. "Just wanted to say hi, that's all." But Bucky's anger simmered beneath the surface, his protective instincts overriding any sense of reason as he levelled a fierce glare at Ben.

"You said it, now go, I don't want you anywhere near my sister," he spat, toe to toe, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "You stay away from her, understand?" “And what if she wants to talk to me?” Ben answered cocky before looking at Y/N.

Y/N watched as his friends crossed the street, "Bucky, please," she implored, her voice gentle but firm, “Let’s go.” Knowing he might take on Ben alone, but 3 against one. She tugged his arm looking at Steve for help. “Come on Buck, he isn’t worth it.”

“Yeah, listen to the midget. And run along.” Ben’s voice followed you. Bucky's blood boiled at Ben's audacity, his temper flaring as the younger man's words cut through him like a knife. Without a second thought, he spun around, his fist connecting with Ben's face with a sickening thud.

It took Ben a second to straighten his back. He could taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. Just when he wanted to return the punch Y/N places herself between the men, facing Ben. “Don’t.” she said firm.

Ben’s green eyes pierce through her. “You’re lucky your sister is here Barnes, I don’t hit girls.” He said still looking at Y/N. “Take him away.” he said now to her. Once around the corner Y/N broke the silence. "What the hell, Bucky?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger. "Are you insane three to one?!"

Bucky's expression was grim as he met his sister's gaze, his own anger simmering just below the surface. “What was I supposed to do? He talked shit about Steve.” Y/N pinched her nose. “How about not interfere or if you do be nice?”

“I don’t want him to talk to you! He is a ladies man, a player.” “Takes one to know one, right?” she bit back. Once they reached their house, she runs inside ignoring her brother. “Goodnight Steve” she hugged him before going to bed.

The next day

As the school bell rang, signalling the end of another day of classes, Ben made his way to the gates, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had waited anxiously all day for this moment, hoping that Y/N would show up. As he approached the school gates, he couldn't help but notice the girls walking past him.

All trying to get his attention with flirtatious giggles and batting eyelashes. But Ben barely spared them a glance, his eyes scanning the crowd for one person and one person only.

And then, he saw her, standing at the edge of the crowd, her expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity as she caught sight of him. Ben's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, his pulse quickening as he made his way toward her, pushing through the crowd with determined strides.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice filled with relief and excitement. "I was hoping I'd see you." Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at his words, her cheeks flushing with colour as she met his gaze. "I... I didn't expect to see you here," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Ben smiled, his heart swelling with warmth at the sight of her. "I wanted to talk to you," he said earnestly, taking a step closer to her. "Can we go somewhere quieter?" She nodded, feeling his hand on her lower back as he walked her through the crowd. She couldn’t help but to notice how everyone looked at them. Thinking Ben still has a way of getting attention at this high school without trying. Knowing Bucky will find out soon enough.

As Ben and Y/N stepped into the cozy diner, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon enveloped them, wrapping them in a warm embrace as they made their way to a secluded booth in the corner.

And as he settled into the worn vinyl seat, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him in the presence of Y/N. "I come here whenever I need to clear my head," Ben explained, gesturing around the diner with a fond smile. "It's like my home away from home."

"It's cozy," she remarked, her voice soft with appreciation.

A waitress approached their table, her pen poised and ready to take their order. Ben glanced at Y/N with a playful grin, knowing exactly what she would want.

"Two milkshakes, please," he said, his gaze never leaving Y/N's as he placed their order. Y/N's cheeks flushed with surprise at his gesture, her heart fluttering with warmth at the thoughtfulness of his choice.

"You didn't have to do that," she protested softly, her eyes meeting his with gratitude. But Ben simply shrugged, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. "Consider it a peace offering," he replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "After all, I did get punched in the face yesterday."

“Which means I have to buy you, not the other way around.” He leaned forward “I mean the date sweetheart.” That nickname left her flustered. As they settled into easy conversation, sipping on their milkshakes and sharing stories Y/N got lost track of time.

It wasn't until a glance at the clock on the wall revealed the lateness of the hour that Y/N realized just how much time had passed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the late hour.

"Oh my gosh, I had no idea it was so late," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief as she turned to Ben. He chuckled softly, a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips as he met her gaze. "Time flies when you're having fun," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his words, her heart fluttering.

“Let me walk you home.” Ben got up, taking her coat holding it for her like a real gentlemen. As Ben and Y/N walked through the quiet streets of Brooklyn, the night air crisp and cool around them, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging question that had been weighing on her mind since their conversation at the diner.

"Ben," she began, her voice breaking the comfortable silence between them. "I've been meaning to ask... why do you act like such a bully sometimes?" Ben's steps faltered slightly at her question, his expression clouding over with a mixture of sadness and regret.

He sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the ground as he struggled to find the right words. "It's... complicated," he admitted finally. She is quiet but Ben feels the awkwardness. "My dad... he's not a good person," Ben began slowly, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's... he's abusive, since my mom died it, just got worse."

"I'm so sorry, Ben," she murmured, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand in a silent gesture of support. Ben offered her a small, grateful smile before continuing.

"I guess I've always felt like I had to be tough, you know?" he confessed, his gaze distant as he spoke. "Like if I showed any weakness, he'd... it just make things worse."

"But that's not an excuse for how I've treated people sometimes," Ben added quickly, his voice filled with remorse.

As they reached her house she turns to him as she reached out to gently touch his arm. "It's okay, Ben," she said softly, her voice filled with compassion. "We all have our struggles, I won’t tell a soul.” She promises him.

A tension crackled between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Y/N's heart raced as Ben closed the space between them. His intent clear in the gentle brush of his lips against hers.

But just as their breath mingled in the space between them, Y/N gently pulled away. "Ben, wait," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, but firm with conviction. Ben's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes searching hers for answers as he took a step back, giving her space. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"If you truly want to be with me, you need to stop bullying Steve or fight with my brother," she declared, her voice unwavering despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. “They are important to me.”

Ben nods, agreeing to her terms with a renewed determination to prove himself worthy of her trust. Feeling the warmth of Y/N's lips against his cheek, Ben's heart skipped a beat, a rush of tenderness washing over him at the simple gesture of affection.

As Ben watched Y/N walking to the door call out to her. "Wait," he called after her, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Y/N turned back, her gaze meeting his with a curious tilt of her head. "When will I see you again?

She smiles soft, eyes glistering, flirting, “Goodnight Ben. “Goodnight sweetheart.” And as he made his way home, a flicker of hope burned bright within him.

Y/N stepped through the front door, the warmth of the house enveloping her as she entered. But her sense of comfort was quickly replaced by a wave of anxiety as she was met with the stern gaze of her mother, her arms crossed and her expression one of unmistakable displeasure.

"Where have you been, young lady?" her mother demanded, her voice sharp with concern. Y/N swallowed nervously, her mind racing for an explanation that wouldn't land her in even more trouble. "I... I was out with a friend," she stammered, her voice tinged with guilt.

Her mother's brow furrowed in frustration, her disapproval evident in the set of her jaw. "You were supposed to be home hours ago," she scolded, her voice rising with each word. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"I'm sorry, Mom," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I lost track of time." Her mother's expression softened slightly at her apology, but the worry in her eyes remained.

"Just... don't let it happen again," she said sternly, her tone softened by a hint of maternal concern. Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she hung her head in shame as she walked to her room.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her brother's voice outside the door, his tone tinged with a mixture of concern and disapproval. "Come in," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper as she braced herself for the conversation to come. Bucky pushed open the door, his expression stern as he entered her room, his gaze fixed on her with unwavering intensity.

"This friend of yours... was it Ben?" he asked bluntly, his tone leaving no room for evasion. Y/N's heart sank at the question, her guilt washing over her in a tidal wave of anxiety. "Yes," she admitted reluctantly, her voice barely audible. She never lied to him why would she now.

Bucky's jaw clenched at her response, his frustration evident in the tight set of his shoulders. "I don't like it, Y/N," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "He's trouble, and I don't want you getting mixed up with him."

"But he's not like that," she protested weakly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Bucky remained unmoved, his expression unyielding as he met her gaze with a steely resolve. "I don't care," he insisted, his voice firm but tinged with concern. "I won't have you getting hurt because of him."

She had to make Bucky understand that Ben wasn't the person he thought he was, that there was more to him than the facade of a troublemaker. "Ben promised to stop teasing Steve," she blurred out.

Bucky's brow furrowed at Y/N's suggestion, “why?” He knew that stopping his teasing of Steve had a price. "He's trying to change, Bucky. I believe him." Bucky shook his head. “I better not see you two together.” he said as he walked out the door.

Y/N found herself walking along the winding paths, the soft crunch of fallen leaves beneath her feet. Her heart raced with anticipation as she made her way to their secret meeting spot at the park, a secluded clearing nestled among the trees where she and Ben had shared countless conversations and stolen moments together over the past few weeks.

Ben, who stood waiting for her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His arms were laden with a picnic basket and a blanket spread out on the ground, a small feast laid out before them.

"Surprise," he said with a grin, his voice filled with excitement. Y/N's heart fluttered at the sight of him, her cheeks flushing with warmth at his thoughtful gesture.

"You didn't have to do all this," she protested, her voice tinged with gratitude.

But Ben simply shook his head, his gaze unwavering as he met hers with a gentle smile. "I wanted to," he replied softly. "I wanted today to be special.”

As the gentle breeze rustled through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the picnic blanket, Y/N's gaze fell upon the faint cut that marred Ben's otherwise flawless complexion. Her heart clenched with concern at the sight, a pang of worry coursing through her veins.

"Ben, what happened to your face?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with concern. Ben's smile faltered slightly at her question, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he hesitated to answer.

"Oh, it's nothing," he replied casually, attempting to brush off her concern with a dismissive wave of his hand. But Y/N wasn't convinced, her brow furrowing in concern as she reached out to gently touch the cut. "It doesn't look like nothing," she insisted, her voice filled with sincerity. "Have you been fighting again?" She asked disappointed.

Ben's expression softened at her words, a flicker of guilt crossing his features as he met her gaze with unwavering honesty. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I got into a scuffle with some guys. It's stupid, really."

"You promised me you'd stop fighting," she stated, her tone tinged with disappointment. Ben's gaze faltered at her words, a flicker of guilt crossing his features as he met her unwavering stare. "I promised to stop bullying Steve," he countered, his voice tinged with defensiveness.

Y/N sighed softly, her frustration evident in the furrow of her brow.

"But getting into fights is just as bad," she argued, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “Why do you want me to change Y/N?” Y/N's heart sank at Ben's question.

"Because I care about you, Ben," she replied softly, her voice tinged with emotion. "I don't want to see you get hurt." “I don't understand why you can't accept me, like I accept you," he confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "You're a geek, and I’m still sitting here with you. While I could have chosen popular girls."

Y/N's heart sank at Ben's defensive words. "Ben, that's not fair," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. But Ben shook his head, his expression hardened with frustration as he met her gaze with unwavering intensity.

"Isn't it?" he countered, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're always hanging out with your geeky friends, talking about stuff I don't understand. Maybe I'd rather be with someone who actually gets me. Instead of nagging about what I did."

Y/N's heart shattered at Ben's hurtful words, the tears gathering in her eyes. "Fine!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "If that's what you want, then go find those girls!" With a heavy heart, Y/N turned away from Ben, her tears blurring her vision as she fled from the park, desperate to escape the sting of his rejection.

As Ben approached Y/N's house late that night, his heart weighed heavy with remorse for his hurtful words and actions. He knew he had crossed a line, and the thought of the pain he had caused Y/N gnawed at him.

With a shaky breath, he reached out to knock on the door, his hand trembling with nerves. But before he could make contact, the door swung open to reveal Bucky, his expression cold and unwelcoming.

"What are you doing here?" Bucky demanded, his voice sharp with suspicion.

Ben swallowed hard, his guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders as he met Bucky's gaze. "I... I need to talk to Y/N," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"She doesn't want to see you," he replied firmly. Ben's heart sank at Bucky's words, the weight of his rejection hitting him like a ton of bricks. He knew he had messed up, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing Y/N.

"I just need to talk to her," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Please."

Bucky's expression hardening with determination as he stepped forward to block Ben's path. "I said leave," he growled, his voice laced with warning. "Before I make you."

“I’ll leave if she tells me to.” Bucky's stern gaze softened at Ben's words. "Fine," Bucky relented, his voice softer than before. "Wait here."

With a nod, Bucky retreated into the house, leaving Ben standing alone on the doorstep. Minutes ticked by like hours as Ben waited anxiously, until he hears her voice. "What is it, Buck?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

But before Bucky could respond, Ben stepped forward, his gaze locked on Y/N's.

"I need to talk to you," he blurted out, his voice tinged with urgency. "Please, just hear me out." "Ben, I appreciate that you want to talk," she began, her voice tinged with hesitation. "But I think it's best if you leave." Ben's heart sank at her words, the weight of her rejection hitting him like a ton of bricks.

“But.. I...” he looks at Bucky and then back at her. "I understand," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for bothering you."

Y/N sat in the dimly lit kitchen, her heart heavy with sorrow as she replayed the events of the evening in her mind. The ache of her recent breakup with Ben weighed heavily on her.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N was startled when Bucky entered the kitchen, his expression serious as he made his way over to her side. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of what was to come.

"Hey," Bucky began, his voice quiet but determined. "I need to talk to you about something." Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with apprehension as she waited for him to continue. "I've made a decision," Bucky continued, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes with a sense of resolve. "I'm going to join the army."

She knew how much joining the army meant to Bucky, how it had always been his dream to serve his country. But she couldn't help but worry about the dangers that lay ahead, the uncertainty of what the future might hold. "Bucky, are you sure about this?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"It's a big decision." Bucky nodded, his expression serious but resolute.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied firmly. "But there's something I need to ask of you before I go." "Of course," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "Anything."

Bucky took a deep breath, his gaze softening as he met her eyes with a sense of gratitude. "I need you to take care of Steve," he said quietly, his words heavy with meaning. "I need to know that he'll be okay while I'm gone. That you’ll be okay."

She nodded in response.

And as they sat together in the quiet of the kitchen, the weight of their shared responsibilities hanging heavy in the air between them. "I can't help but notice you've been down lately. Is everything okay?"

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the pain that weighed heavily on her soul. She forced a small smile, with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"I'm fine, Bucky," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "Just going through some stuff." Bucky nodded, his gaze softening with empathy as he took a seat beside her at the kitchen table. He knew she meant the break up.

"Listen, Y/N," he said quietly, his tone gentle but earnest. "Why don't you give Steve a chance?" he asked gently, his voice tinged with sincerity. "Bucky, Steve's like a brother to me," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I couldn't imagine going on a date with him."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Sure, sure," he teased, his tone playful. "But you can't deny that you've got a thing for blond guys." Y/N rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Okay, maybe I have a type," she admitted with a shrug. "But that doesn't mean I'm interested in Steve that way." Bucky chuckled softly, his gaze warm with amusement as he regarded her fondly. "Fair enough," he conceded.

"But you never know what might happen if you give him a chance." Y/N shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips at Bucky's persistence. "Thanks, Bucky," she said sincerely. "But I think I'll pass on you setting Steve up with me."

Bucky grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. "Suit yourself, kid" he replied with a playful wink.

As Bucky and Steve excitedly discussed at the Stark Expo, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the carefree days of her past relationship with Ben. She had heard rumours that he was considering joining the military, but seeing him in uniform at the expo brought a wave of mixed emotions crashing over her.

"Hey, Y/N, are you coming with us?" Bucky asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. Y/N hesitated, torn between her desire to follow her friends at the expo and her need to talk to Ben. But ultimately, she knew that she couldn't let Ben slip away without at least trying to talk to him.

"I'll catch up with you guys later," she replied, offering Bucky and Steve a small smile. "There's someone I need to talk to first." Finally, she spotted him standing near one of the military displays, his expression stoic. She approached him cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared herself for the conversation ahead.

"Ben," she called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Ben turned to face her, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her. "Y/N," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "What are you doing here?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her nerves getting the better of her as she struggled to find the right words. "I heard about the military," she began hesitantly. "Is it true? Are you really going to enlist?" Ben nodded, his gaze fixed on the ground as he wrestled with his emotions.

"Yeah," he admitted quietly. "I've been thinking about it for a while now. It's something I need to do." She pleaded with him, her voice trembling with desperation, begging him not to go. "Ben, please," she implored, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't do this. I can't bear to see you leave."

He reached out to gently cup her face in his hands, his touch tender in its reassurance. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "But I have to do this. It’s the only way to make my old man proud.” Y/N shook her head, her heart aching with sorrow as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of their situation.

"But what about me, Ben?" she cried, her voice cracking with emotion. "What about us?" Ben's gaze softened with sympathy, his thumb brushing away the tears that stained her cheeks. "I'll come back for you, Y/N," he promised earnestly. "I swear it.”

As Ben turned to leave, a sense of finality settling over them, Y/N couldn't bear the thought of letting him go without one last gesture of love. With a surge of courage, she stepped forward and gently pressed her lips to his, pouring all of her love and longing into the fleeting kiss.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingling in the space between them, Ben's eyes searched hers with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Yes, Ben," she replied earnestly, her voice filled with conviction. "I forgive you."

And as they stood together in the midst of the bustling expo, their hands intertwined, and their hearts entwined. Ben grabs her cheeks and kisses her again.

As Ben and Y/N shared their passionate kiss, lost in the whirlwind of emotion and desire, they were unaware of the eyes that watched them from across the room. Bucky and Steve stood frozen in surprise, their gazes locked on the scene unfolding before them.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a meaningful glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Despite their initial surprise, they couldn't deny the depth of Ben and Y/N's connection, nor the sincerity of their feelings for each other.

Ben looked up meeting Bucky’s eyes. With a nod of acceptance, Bucky and Steve welcomed Ben into their circle, only to please Y/N. Her heart was aching, knowing she had to send the two man she cared about to war. Well, three but she didn't know that yet. But tonight was full of laughs, music and dances.

Present day

Ben walked through the streets of New York, trying to understand what happened. "I'm glad we finally found you." A familiar voice said.

As he turned around, he finally saw two faces he recognised. “Barnes, Rogers.” He said relieved and yet firm. “You need to come with us.” Steve said, “We need to fill you in what happened the last 40 years.”

“But first,” Bucky walked up to Ben pushing him to the wall behind him. “You need to tell me what happened to my sister.”

To be continued...

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Red Ties

Chapter 37

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

The week had flown by, and Mary was grateful for it. She didn't want to dwell anymore on the harsh facts of life that had come to her attention and wanted to just enjoy the moments she had with James. He had been so touchy with her recently, constantly grabbing her around the waist, kissing her at any minute possible, cupping her face, and grasping her chin for that spark to ignite in both of them. She wondered if something was up but shook the thought away immediately. She feared this would happen; every little movement and action he took had a deeper, darker meaning to it.

She couldn't let paranoia get to her. Not everything James did had an ulterior motive, she hoped. But her week had been filled with giggles, moans, and the endless grin on her face. She was in love. Her feud with Reverend McCarthy had died down, and she was back to her normal Christian self. She was being very strict from now on. No more alcohol; alchol and her are a bad mix; no more swearing; and no more missing church. If she broke any of these rules, she'd wholeheartedly give permission to James to spank her for it. He had smirked at the idea when she said it, and he hadn't realised the corner she had backed herself into.

James, on the other hand, wasn't having such a good week. The business wasn't going to go as planned. Payments weren't being made on time, and shitheads were fucking him over, thinking they could win these games. Whoever thought they could beat James Barnes had death coming their way. He was pissed and finding it hard not to take his frustrations out like he normally would.

One bad night, he'd be calling Natalie over for a rough session in his playroom at Vanilla, involving whips, canes, and chains. But Natalie was out of the picture, and Mary was at no stage to be taking on any hard stuff. He had thought about it a lot, but at this moment, she was fragile and could break with a single flick of a whip, and he couldn't go through that right now.

So instead, he took his frustration out on the boys. Steve and Sam had just about enough of his teenage attidude, ordering them to do his dirty business while he ran off with Mary. Ordinarily, it wouldn't bother either of them, but James had been rather ratty this past week, and the two of them both knew what he needed. Steve even took the risk of suggesting he go to Vanilla and play with one of the subs there for one night only. He nearly ended up over the docks with that comment.

But the boys were right, and James knew he'd need to settle this frustration sooner or later. Mary had arrived at his from a normal working shift, parking her beat-up car next to his sleek black BMW. Every time she saw his car, she thought to herself about buying a new one, but the funds weren't there. The subject of her apartment also floated around in her headspace, but every time she went to discuss it with James, he distracted her, and she forgot. Tonight, she wouldn't.

Inside, she hung her jacket on the coat hook and went in search of James, hopping up the stairs in hopes of finding him in the bedroom, and to her luck, he was there. He ripped off his tie in a gruff way and threw it across the room, the creak of the floorboards catching his attention as he looked over at her.

"Hey," she said with a smile as she padded inside.

"Hey," he said in a sullen voice, and Mary frowned slightly.

"Is everything okay?" She asked as he slumped down on the edge of the bed, his suit jacket loose and the top button of his shirt open, revealing his gorgeous neck.

"Yeah, just a long day," he said softly as he looked up with dark eyes that looked tired and raw. Mary stepped closer to him to stand in between his legs, placing her small hands on his broad shoulders. Something was up; he was never this cold towards her, and for a minute she was worried she had done something.

"Have I done something?" She squeaked, and James took a deep breath, running his hands over her sides as he looked up at her.

"No, of course not. Why would you think that?" he asked.

"I've never seen you like this, so... sad." She couldn't think of a better word, and James chuckled a little, shaking his head. He wasn't sad; he was pissed. But he had no right to take it out on her, or did he?

"I'm just tired, and work is not going as I'd like it to," he admitted, and she nodded. Did she want to ask for the details? She didn't particularly want to hear about him having some coke addict get beat up by Sam because he had missed the payment on his loan from James.

"Oh" was all she could conjure up, and James laughed, his smile broadening. He loved her innocent reactions to his darkness.

"Well, if there's anything I can do to cheer you up, then I'm all yours," she said, holding her hands up as if she were offering herself to him, and he stared up at her in silence for a minute. He chose to take that literally.

"Well, there is one thing." His voice turned husky, dark, and dominant, and Mary stared down with parted lips and wide eyes.

"What?" she whispered.

"You did say that if you ever broke your three rules again, then I have permission to punish you. I believe you broke all three in a matter of two days," he said, raising a quirky brow, and Mary gasped softly, as if trying to get her words out.

"Yeah, but I said that after I broke them," she tried to defend, but James gripped her waist tighter as he stared up at her.

"Yes, and you should be punished for them; you know you put yourself in real danger that night by drinking that much." His voice was soft, but with a growl to it, and as he stood and towered over her, Mary's heart began to beat ever so fast, her stomach tickling and her body tingling. Was he going to spank her?

"I did?" she said, acting all innocent, and James nodded, reaching up and throwing her blonde locks over her shoulder, placing a hand over her neck as he leaned over her, forcing her head back.

"Yes, and bad girls who break the rules need to be punished," he whispered on top of her, and she took a breath. In an instant, she was flung over his knee, hands pressed firmly into the floor, ass in the air, as James moved her like a rag doll to his desired position. It all happened so fast that she didn't have time or energy to argue or pull away. or Myabe, it was because she didn't want to.

James gripped her long hair in his hand, tugging her head back and hearing a sweet gasp escape from her as he parted her feet with his foot, keeping them wide to allow his other hand to slip over her ass. Tugging down her scrub bottoms, she revealed the lacey pants she had put on just for him—the ones with small red hearts that slipped up her backside. Her ass was perfect in them—so round and smooth, with the perfect glow to it.

Mary gripped onto his leg for support as James ran his hand across her smooth behind, and he tutted softly.

"Now I'm going to spank you ten times, and I want you to say thank you, sir, each time. Do I make myself clear?" His tone was so stern that there was no question, and when Mary didn't answer, a quick swat to her thigh made her yell and bring her back to reality.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, and he chuckled.

"Good girl." His voice softened, and Mary groaned, the groan coming from the back of her throat. His hand slipped across her round ass, deciding where to strike first, and when he pulled up and smacked his palm hard against her skin, she yelled, gripping his knee. It hurt. It really hurt. Why she thought it wasn't going to hurt, she didn't know, but as his palm stayed there, pressing on the sore piece of skin, she responded just as he wanted.

"Thank you, sir." Her voice was slightly ragged and out of breath, and he pulled up and spanked her again. Her pussycat tingled, and Mary blushed with redness as she felt her juices dripping out of her onto her pants. Another spank came, this one further down under her ass, and she gasped. It was painful but pleasurable at the same time, and she felt so anxious about enjoying it.

James stared down at her as he waited for those sweet words to come off her lips, and as she spoke them each time, he moaned just as much as she did. His cock pressed tightly against his tight pants, begging to be free, and he wouldn't be surprised if Mary felt him underneath.

His frustration flowed with every spank he gave, and as he reached the last couple, he curled his fingertips into her skin to grip it harshly, leaving finger marks of redness across her pale ass, which was no longer pale but bright red and sore. The events of this week no longer plagued him. He was back to cool, calm, and collective James, smirking as Mary yanked against his bondage, but he pulled her back into place. No one is running here.

It's as if Mary knew he would need to let out his frustrations this week, and what better chance to spank her after she had pretty much asked him to? She was made for him. The last spank was a big one, and it stung all the way through her body. Mary took a moment to calm down, catching her breath before she whispered.

"Thank you, sir," she breathed, and James rubbed her aching behind. His hand crept up along her back and to her head, where he gently tugged her back so she knelt between his legs, looking up with glassy eyes, parted lips, and short breaths. She was in subspace. She didn't know it, but he could see it. He cupped her face in his large hands and bent down to kiss her softly, sweetly, and slowly. Mary held on for dear life, clutching his arm and moaning into his lips. He was warm, soft, and gentle, unlike a minute ago when he was cold, hard, and rough.

When he pulled back, he looked at her deeply with his ocean eyes, a grin playing on his lips as she breathed heavily as if she had run a marathon. He was instantly more relaxed, and as Mary came, she laughed softly up at him and furrowed his brows.

"What?" he asked.

"I can't believe I just let you do that," she murmured, and he chuckled, picking her up into his lap.

"Don't worry, it won't be the last time," he whispered as he eagerly kissed her once more.

Chapter 38

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JJ maybank bf cannons. ( if anyone wants a blur of these please comment I need motivation)🫶🏻

JJ is the type of boyfriend to watch all of your favourite movies. He’s the type of boyfriend that spent hours learning the perks of being a wallflower dance just to dance with you during your weekly movie marathon.

JJ is the type of boyfriend to comfort his Brooklyn Nine-Nine who cries every time she watches the Amy and Jake proposal scene. ( even if he smirks at you the whole time while rubbing your shoulder with his thumb as you shout how much they love each other)

JJ is the type of boyfriend to be really protective over you. Like REALLY overprotective. For example, you both were at the usual Kegger when this Kook began to follow you everywhere, even after you had firmly turned him down, not wanting to lead him on and hurt his feelings. It wasn’t until the Kook smacked your ass that JJ broke after staring for five minutes, immediately punching him.

JJ is the type of boyfriend to be comfortable coming to you after a run in with his dad. Knocking on your window at 1 am as you unplugged your headphones and stopping your playlist you glanced at the window beside you spotting a bloodied soft smiling JJ. “Jayj.” You’d sigh as he clambered through your window, taking of his boots and apologising under his breath for the mud making you pity the boy. You’d guide him to the bathroom sitting him on the toilet and standing between his legs as he rubbed circles with his thumbs on your bare tan thighs while you cleaned up his face smiling lightly as he winced when I patted the alcohol covered cloth on his face.

JJ is the type of boyfriend to carry you over his shoulder when you drink like there’s no tomorrow, and place you on the counter as your eyes shut and a big smile spread across your face in a drunken haze. JJ reached down into a cupboard, pulling out a big box of serums and creams and wipes. “Watcha doinnnnnn’” you shuffled over to JJ swaying slightly and slipping off the counter, luckily being caught by JJ’s fast reflexes. He then readjusts you on the counter and grabs a makeup wipe as he smears it across your face, making sure he dodged your eyes ever so carefully.

JJ is the type of boyfriend to secretly be little spoon. One night JJ was laying with his back flush against your chest his hands fiddling with the large metal ring he gave you from his own hand, your other hand switching from twirling his hair around and lightly scratching his chest. ( earning teasing from John b and pope when they first “caught” you two)

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Ask the characters one time (Don't spam)

Angst is always allowed

There are some backstories that can be asked including if they are hardcore.

I will tell you about their mental illnesses.

LGBTQ+ (Respect it, please)

Blood and Gore is allowed.

Don't be mean or disrespectful to me. I will block you if I have to.

The Pizza Servers 🍕🤎💛💜❤️🩵🧡🖤:

Name: Bonnie Bunnington

Age: 30's (38 years old)

Nationality: Brooklyn, NYC

Occupation: Guitarist, and chill father.

Love Interest: Chica Clucker (Wife)

Sexuality: Straight, Alley

Kids: Wolfstep (Adopted Son), Freddy (Adopted Son), Finn (Adopted Son), Foxy (Adopted Son), Goldie (Adopted Daughter)

Mental illness: None

Personality: Chill, fiercely overprotective of his kids and wife, will get angry if someone pisses him off.

Name: Chica Bonita Clucker

Age: 30's (34 years old)

Nationality: Mexican, Puerto Rican

Occupation: Cooker, and singer

Love interest: Bonnie Bunnington (Husband)

Sexuality: Straight, Alley

Mental Illness: None?

Kids: Wolfstep (Adopted Son), Freddy (Adopted Son), Finn (Adopted Son), Foxy (Adopted Son), Goldie (Adopted Daughter)

Personality: Happy, caring, gentle, and beautiful.

Name: Wolfstep Bunnington

Age: 18 (The eldest brother)

Nationality: German, France

Occupation: Bodyguard, fighter

Love interest: Meadowblaze (ex-girlfriend), Sparrowfeather (Crush)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Mental Illness: PTSD, Anxiety

Family: Darkfoot (Biological father), Nightfall (Biological mother, deceased †), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Freddy (Younger half-brother), Finn (Younger half-brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother), Goldie (Younger half-sister)

Personality: Quiet, sleep deprived, and hostile if any hurts or harms his family.

Name: Freddy Bunnington

Age: 15 (Youngest brother)

Nationality: Italian, Spanish, French

Occupation: Singer

Love interests: Candy Cat (Ex-boyfriend), Scourge (Crush)

Sexuality: Gay

Mental Illness: PTSD, Depression

Family: Darkfoot (Biological father), Lilyheart (Biological mother), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Finn (Twin brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother), Goldie (Younger sister)

Personality: Strong, brave, and bold. Overprotective if Goldie gets a boyfriend.

Name: Finn Bunnington

Age: 15 (Twin brother)

Nationality: Italian, Spanish, French

Occupation: Backup singer

Love Interest: Sandstorm

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family: Darkfoot (Biological father), Lilyheart (Biological mother), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Freddy (Twin brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother), Goldie (Younger sister)

Mental Illness: ADHD

Personality: Dumb, lovable, silly boi-

Name: Foxy Bunnington

Age: 13

Love interest: None

Sexuality: Asexual, Acroace, Aromatic

Mental Illness: Bipolar Disorder

Family: Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Wolfstep (Adoptive older brother), Freddy (Adoptive older brother), Finn (Adoptive older brother), Goldie (Younger sister)

Personality: Irresponsible, house breaker, rule breaker, funny, and reckless.

Name: Goldie Bunnington

Age: 18 months

Love interest: She's a baby-

Sexuality: None

Darkfoot (Biological father), Lilyheart (Biological mother), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Wolfstep (Adoptive Older half-brother), Freddy (Older brother), Finn (Older brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother)

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velvetfoxgames · 1 year

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Ll's as yanderes 👀🤲?

(Hope you are well!!)

CW: A little dark, so if you don't want to think of the boys in this way, feel free to skip!

Alexei

Obsessive, hyper-fixated on you

Impulsive and delusional. Thinks you love him, so he twists around any refusals or rejections

Brooklyn

Very manipulative, wants you to think about him all the time, encourages/facilitates co-dependence

Self-indulgent with you

Leo

Super clingy, possessive, and jealous

Wants all of your attention and praise directed to him. Smothering, literally always around

Milo

Keeps tabs on you at all times via security tech

Extremely overprotective to the point where he taps your phone and stuff

Rory

Stalker boyfriend-y

Gets jealous and angry towards anyone who tries to get close to you. Feels ownership over you

Tobias

Fears you leaving him so cuts off your contact with other people

Either keeps you completely secret from the public, or shows you off waaaaay too much so everyone knows that you're his

(Thanks, you too!!)

#infinite blue #ask #main six #alexei #brooklyn #leo #milo #rory #tobias #velvet fox games

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somedayonbroadway · 2 years

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for the baby race thing could you maybe do something where race is dating spot or something and jack gets overprotective if not it’s ok

An Angel Come to Save Me Masterlist

They were studying. At least, that’s what Race had told Jack. They were at a bookshop, at least. Maybe there was coffee and a croissant involved, but the idea was there. Race just didn’t tell Jack that maybe he’d be sitting really close to his lab partner, or maybe his lab partner might just put a hand on his knee or maybe Race might lean in and—

Okay, it was a date. It was a date and Race didn’t tell his dad because he knew his dad wasn’t ready. Race was fifteen now and it was time for him to have other friends beside his dad. He loved his dad more than anyone else, but he was sick and tired of being teased and taunted for only hanging out with the man who should be out having his own life. Maybe that made him awful. Maybe he should go home before dad found out he’d lied to him, maybe he could buy ice cream and apologize.

Or maybe he was busy making out with this really cute boy from Brooklyn who was transferring schools and he wore this leather jacket and he had a motorcycle and he was seventeen. He had a reputation. Albert said it was a bad boy reputation. And he just so happened to be gay. Spot had a hand on his back and Race was perched on his knees. Spot was in control of how their lips moved and just as Spot put a hand on his chest, Race melted more into him only for a voice to disrupt the entire cafe. “Tyler James!”

Race jumped and yanked away from Spot, falling off the couch. He looked around and the entire place was staring at a man standing by the entrance. “Dad.”

Jack marched over to his son and he pulled him up. “Hey, what the hell?!” He turned to Spot. “You think it’s okay to just shove your tongue down my son’s throat?!”

The boy scoffed. “Jesus, he’s a teenager, he’s supposed to go for bad boys, right?” Spot was fearless. Race was scared he underestimated his dad.

“Dad, daddy, please stop, this is humiliating,” Race insisted.

The young man pulled Race behind him. “I’ll deal with you in a minute,” he insisted. “You,” he said to the cocky teenager in front of him. “You stay the hell away from my boy and if I see that stupid smirk again, I can promise you that you’ll regret it.” Spot stood up.

“Are you serious?” Spot laughed. “Dude, relax, we’re just having a good time,” he insisted.

Jack scowled at him. Spot still seemed confident but he glanced down at Race who shook his head. So Spot backed off with his hands up and he sat back down, winking at Race before taking a sip of his coffee. So Jack took Race’s hand and led him out of there.

Race pulled away from him when they were outside. “Okay, what the hell? No phone call? No text? You just randomly show up and now I’m going to be the laughing stock of Roosevelt High, thank you very much. I like him! He’s nice—“

“He’s an asshole, and check your phone, you little brat, I called you seven times!” Jack insisted. “I was scared to death. You didn’t answer and, yes, I tracked your phone, because maybe I’m paranoid, but you know what, when you tell me you’re studying and we have a system worked out so that I’m not coming up with every awful scenario in my head. Every hour, Race! I haven’t heard from you for four!”

Okay, that wasn’t fair. Race knew that. That was completely his fault and when he took out his phone, sure enough there were missed calls waiting for him. All from Dad💚💚💚. Race bit his lip. “Oh…”

Jack shook his head. “Oh.”

The boy looked up at his father as they walked. He bit his lip. “I… didn’t think you would let me go on a date if I told you,” he said. “But I’m not a kid anymore—“

“No, but you’re not old enough to be losing your virginity to some idiot who can’t read—“

“He can read!”

“And what if something happened? What then?” Jack asked.

With an empty laugh, Race shrugged. “I hate to break this to you, dad, but I can’t get pregnant,” he joked.

That did not make Jack feel better. “I mean something else, Race, and you know it! You are a blond, blue eyed little boy, you’re gorgeous and you live in one of the biggest cities in the world, if someone takes you—“

“Spot’s not like that!” Race insisted. “I’m smart, okay? I learned how to protect myself from the best, I always have my pocket knife on me, I check my pepper spray like you taught me and I know to get away if I have to. Daddy, I’m not scared because you taught me how to be okay.”

Jack stopped walking. He looked down at his son. “And I am so grateful for that,” he whispered. “But that buffoon is not worth it. So right now you don’t need to be sucking his face off in a public space.”

The boy grumbled a bit. “You can’t always tell me what to do, you know,” Race mumbled.

“But I can right now,” Jack insisted. “Now get on the train so we can go home and forget about this for a little while…”

Race couldn’t argue. Not with his dad. So he did as he was told and went home, curling up on the couch when they got home and watching a movie like they often did. Just like always.

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khoicesbyk · 1 year

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Meet My MC

I did one of these a few years ago but it was rushed and not a full explanation of my MC so here we are again with a new Meet My MC.

This is my TRR MC Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys!

Full Name: Queen Shanelle Dominique Miller-Rys.

Face Claim: Savannah James. She's absolutely gorgeous! And she and my MC have the same facial structure.

Birthplace: Washington D.C. Although she grew up in Brooklyn because her father Prince Damien Miller was Cordonian Ambassador To the U.S.

She has a Bachelor's Degree in Communications as well as a Master’s Degree in Public Relations. This girl is a PR Wizard. And before she was married she was the Deputy Communications Director at the Cordonian Consulate in D.C. as well as the Communications Director for her father’s office at the United Nations.

Spouse: you really have to ask this question? She married the man she went to Cordonia for. She married the King. She and Marquise have been married for 7 years (their anniversary was in February). And they have ruled Cordonia for nearly 8 years. They have three kids. Their daughter Crown Princess Khari and their twin boys Prince Kylo and Prince Zyon.

Shanelle has always believed in family and community. It's been ingrained in her since she was a little girl. She gives without question. She loves unconditionally. She is overprotective of those that she cares deeply about. She will defend her family, friends, allies, and colleagues fiercely. She believes in fairness, compassion, understanding, and kindness.

But never take her kindness as a weakness. She has a mean streak ten miles long. And she will bite your head off as she chews your ass out if you make the mistake of fucking with her or worse her family.

When creating her I tried to think of her as myself without any limits. I am very friendly, loving, and supportive. And so is she. The only difference is I have to control my emotions. She doesn't. She doesn't have to consider people or their feelings. And I love that about her.

And like me: her birthday is 10/28 (meaning she's a Scorpio) she's OBSESSED with the color purple. She's a pro wrestling and pro football junkie (she still has questions about her husband’s love of the New England Patriots) she's allergic to dogs even though she loves them.

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

#khoicesbyk #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #meet my mc #queen shanelle #queen of cordonia #choices fic writers creations

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imaginativeavengers · 2 years

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The Missing Piece ✨

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn't an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn't get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting.

Warnings: Each chapter will include its own warnings, polyamorous relationship, previous toxic relationship, toxic work-life, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, mentions of violence, mentions of crimes, eventual smut, under 18s dni minor

Main Story

- Part One

- Part Two

- Part Three

- Part Four

- Part Five

- Part Six

- Part Seven

- Part Eight

- Part Nine

- Part Ten

- Part Eleven

- Part Twelve

- Part Thirteen

- Part Fourteen

- Part Fifteen

- Part Sixteen

- Part Seventeen

- Part Eighteen

- Part Nineteen

- Part Twenty

- Part Twenty-One

- Part Twenty-Two

- Part Twenty-Three

- Part Twenty-Four

- Part Twenty-Five

Moodboards

- The Townhouse

Holiday Specials

- So this is Christmas...

Drabbles

- Hurting the Reader

- Steve and Bucky’s altercations

- Watching Steve give Bucky head

- Jealousy over celebrity crush

- Overhearing the Reader’s true feelings

- The Reader moving in

- Overprotective Boys

- Safety of the Reader

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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pregnant.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. Loki x pregnant reader

You woke up with terrible nausea, feeling like the world was flipping you upside down. You laid back, breathing deeply and telling yourself that you were fine. The moment you started to sit up, you felt immensely ill, your stomach churning.

You ran into your en-suite and knelt on the cold tile, getting violently sick and emptying your stomach. You felt hands pull your hair back out of your face, and you were blinded with tears.

Your throat and eyes burned, and you were embarrassed to be throwing up in front of Loki. He held your hair in one hand, rubbing your back with the other, and softly telling you that you were going to be fine.

“I think I’m okay,” you said to Loki, grabbing his forearm as he helped you stand.

“Are you certain?”

You nodded and went to the sink, cleaning yourself up and brushing your teeth. You looked in the mirror and saw Loki start a shower for you, insisting you’d feel better. You felt too weak to argue, and you managed to keep upright and wash your skin and hair.

“I’m exhausted.”

“You can rest soon, my darling,” Loki promised as you slipped on clean pajamas.

You started toward your bed, but Loki lifted you up off your feet. He carried you out of your bedroom, but you were too weak to protest. Your fingers tightened around his soft cloak as you recognized Banner’s lab, a place you hated to end up.

“No,” you shook your head weakly, and Loki consoled you as he set you down on an exam table. Banner walked over, looking at his watch.

“You’re up early. What’s going on?” he asked kindly, and you sighed, explaining that you’d woken up sick that last couple of mornings. He frowned, checking your vitals. Loki sat beside you, holding your hand and gently kissing your knuckles as Banner took a blood sample from your arm.

You snuggled against Loki’s side as he ran some tests, consoled by the young god. He kissed the top of your head and traced tiny shapes on your arms, making you smile.

“Y/N!” Banner gasped, scaring you.

“What?! Am I dying?!” Your eyes widened and he shook his head.

“Quite the opposite actually. Were you aware that you’re pregnant?”

Silence fell over the room, and you turned to Loki with wide eyes. You were anxious to see how he would react to the news. You’d talked about possibly having a kid at some point, but not soon.

“My darling, we’re going to have baby!” Loki gasped, excitement bursting in his blue eyes.

Relief flooded over you at his positive reaction, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re going to be great parents. We can get you started on some prenatal care, and I can give you something for the morning sickness,” Banner smiled at you.

“Okay,” you nodded slowly, still trying to process the fact there was a baby in your belly.

A grin stayed on Loki’s face the entire day, and he told everyone in Stark Tower. You giggled at how overjoyed he was, and it helped you feel grounded, settling your worries.

“We are going to have the most beautiful baby,” Loki grinned, kissing your lips before kneeling down and kissing your belly. You carded your fingers through his black curls, and he laid his hands on your stomach, as if he could feel the tiny fetus that was only two months along.

The more pregnant you got, the more overprotective Loki became. He was extremely attentive, and he didn’t let you do anything that required effort. You insisted to him that you were fine, even as you started to need his help standing up, off-balance with your baby bump.

“How far along are you now?” Parker asked as you sat helping him with his homework one evening.

“About eight months. Not too much longer,” you smiled.

“Then I won’t be the youngest here!” he grinned and you shook your head, ruffling his brown hair.

“I know, you won’t be my little baby spider anymore,” you teased, and he pouted, pretending to be offended.

“I’ll always be your baby spider.”

“Finish up this page of your essay, and I’ll help you edit it, okay?”

Parker nodded, and you stood up from the table, walking to the kitchen island to start baking the cookies you’d been craving. Loki walked in, squeezing Parker’s shoulder in greeting as he passed the boy.

“Hi,” you whispered, kissing Loki’s mouth.

“We could’ve had one of Stark’s chefs make cookies. You can rest, my darling.”

“I want to make them.”

Loki hummed, stealing some of the chocolate chips from your bowl. You appeased him by letting the god put them in the oven, protecting you from the possibility of burning yourself. He pulled your back against his chest, laying his hands over your stomach. Your tiny daughter kicked, making Loki smile into your hair.

“She loves you already,” you whispered, making Loki grin.

“I hope so.”

Parker called your name, and you walked over to him and looked over his essay. He stayed for cookies after, hanging around you and Loki for the evening.

“I got you something, Y/N,” Parker said finally, reaching into his bag and pulling out a box. You smiled, gently taking it from him.

“What is it?”

“It’s for baby Freyja, for the nursery” he explained, and you opened the box, grinning at the Brooklyn snow globe inside.

“Oh, Parker, I love it. Thank you.”

You handed it to Loki and pulled your friend into a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“You’re welcome.”

Everyone had gone to bed, but the insomnia was keeping you up. You stood in the nursery that was attached to your suite, decorated and ready for your baby girl. You placed the snow globe on a shelf, watching the little flakes fall over the tiny city.

Your fingers smoothed over the crib blankets that were patterned with silver moons and stars, everything faintly reminiscent of Asgard, the home that Loki desperately missed. You picked up a stuffed yellow rabbit that Bucky had given you, along with a blanket.

“Are you nervous?” Loki asked softly, leaning in the doorway.

“A little bit. What if I’m a terrible mother?” you confessed, watching magic patterns move and twist on the wooden bars of the crib.

“Come here, my darling.”

Loki sat down on your rocking chair, pulling you onto his lap.

“You’re going to be amazing, and perfect, and I will be here every step of the way. You’re not alone anymore, you don’t have to handle parenting by yourself.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, gently kissing him before laying your head down on his shoulder.

- six months later -

You heard Freyja cry from the nursery, and you sat up drowsily. It was nearly four in the morning, and you were so exhausted you could’ve wept.

“I’ve got her, go back to sleep, beautiful.” Loki kissed your cheek and slipped out of bed. You laid back down, but your body wouldn’t let you sleep with your child awake.

You wrapped Loki’s green cloak around you and walked into your nursery. Loki was gently rocking Freya in his arms, her black curls unruly on her head and her wide blue eyes the same shade as his. He soothed her with little green seidr stars that flickered and glittered above her face, before twisting into flowers and blooming in the air.

He looked up when you entered, giving you a small smile.

“Look, Freyja, it’s your lovely mum,” he kissed her cheek, and the tiny girl gazed at you, reaching out with her delicate hand.

“Hungry?” you asked her, sitting down in your rocking chair and letting Loki set her in your arms. You slipped the top of your dress down and got her settled and feeding on your chest. Her fingers rested on your skin, and she relaxed as she drank from you.

Loki knelt on the floor beside you, gazing up at you with admiration in his eyes. Your free hand went to his hair, and he leaned into your touch.

“Motherhood suits you,” he noted, and you smiled.

“You’re just happy because you get to see me shirtless more often,” you teased, making him laugh.

“Freyja is lucky,” he grinned, kissing her head.

“She looks like you,” you commented, and he nodded.

“But she has your sweet face.”

“It’s easy now, but wait until she starts performing magic, and she turns your hair gray,” you commented.

“I’ll teach her to use her magic, and never against her mother.”

You smiled at Loki, then down at your daughter.

“I love you both, endlessly.”

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