#hope this helps Dana feel a little better

[13uswntimagines]

I'll Take Care of You (Alessia Russo x MMA!fighter R)

Request: Could we maybe see some slightly more stern dom alessia dealing with r (doesn’t have to be smut) in front of the team because reader starts acting bratty with them?

Part of the same universe as the come down.

Warning: Slight touching but not actual smut. Also D/S fic

Author's note: Hey Y'all, i really hope you enjoy this. I want to point out that D/S dynamics are based on trust and communication, so that's what I chose to focus on. Alessia is a soft dom, and chooses a punishment that she knows will be effective. If you want to chat or have any ideas or comments, feel free to hit me up.

Gearing up for a fight was the equivalent of stretching out a rubber band to its limit. It was 8 weeks of nonstop training, 4 weeks of conditioning your body to shed water so you could make weight, 2 weeks of cameras following you around for UFC embedded, and 1 week of media bombardment where you had to listen to grown men act like 5-year-olds talking about who was going to beat who.

It was utterly exhausting. 

The only upside was that at the end of it, you got to step into the octagon and do what you did best. 

You got to put the plan your coaches drilled over and over into your brain into place. You got to release all of the built-up anxiety and frustration from camp. 

You got to fight. 

It was like coming up for oxygen after being trapped underwater. Sometimes the cage felt like the only place you could really breathe on your own. 

It had been your safe haven for almost as long as you could remember, which was kinda strange considering your health was put at immediate risk every time you stepped inside. It had been your escape from your family, and your only coping mechanism for as long as you could remember. 

To go through training camp, and fight week and the weight cut, only to have your fight pulled at the last minute was fucking devastating. 

It was like when Alessia brought you all the way to the precipice of an orgasm and then pulled away just before you could tumble over it, except far far far worse. 

It made your blood boil. It made the monster in your chest roar that your opponent couldn’t do his end of the job to make the fight go on after all of the shit he was talking. And there was nothing anyone could say or do to make it better. 

Dana promised that the fight would be rescheduled. He even threw in that if you won, you would be next in line for a title shot. 

But it didn’t help. 

The fight was set to be at the O2 arena, meaning your girlfriend and all of her teammates had been set to see you, and now they couldn’t. You couldn’t get your 10 training weeks back and you would have to do the weight cut all over again. 

It was a shit sandwich, and it made you feel completely out of control. It made you crave for someone else to put you right again. For Alessia to remind you that she had control always. 

Maybe that’s why you chose your satin button-down shirt to go to dinner with your girlfriend and her teammates and paired it with tight black skinny jeans. 

It wasn’t often that you liked to push Alessia’s control. That you toed the boundaries that she set, but tonight it felt like the prize comparable to stepping into the cage. 

With the little black dress she had worn, you really couldn’t blame yourself either. You could never resist when she showed off her legs. You were obsessed and she knew it. It was probably why she had chosen the outfit, to begin with. 

It was probably designed as a reward of sorts for after your fight, except you weren’t having a fight. So you supposed it was kind of like a consolation prize. 

Except you felt wound too tightly to really enjoy it.

“So that’s it, they just call the whole thing off?” Ella asked leaning forward to rest her chin in her hand.

“Yep,” You popped the p, your finger running a gentle circle on Alessia’s exposed knee. “I can’t even sign a paper that says I’m fine fighting him despite the failed drug test, and it’s too late to find a replacement even if we allow a catchweight,” 

She let the movement continue, the hand wrapped around your shoulder gently squeezing the arm furthest away from her. 

While she was relieved that the rules prevented you from fighting a man on steroids, she knew how gutted you were about the cancellation.

“Probably for the best mate,” Leah said, sipping her wine. 

You shrugged, letting your finger trail a little higher on Alessia’s leg. 

It was slightly too… forward for the steakhouse her teammates had chosen, but with the dimmed lights you figured no one could see your hand under the white tablecloth anyway. Not with how close you were sitting to your girlfriend. 

“I already made weight, so it’s kind of a waste,” You muttered, dragging your nails up the inside of her thigh to just below the hem of her dress. “I’ll have to start camp all over again unless I take something short notice,” 

“Can you do that?” Mary asked, from your other side.

You shrugged again. “I told Dana I was game if he needed someone to fill in, so we’ll have to see,” 

Alessia’s eyebrows pulled tighter together “You didn’t tell me that, love,” 

“Didn’t I?” You asked, feigning dumb, as your fingers finally made it past the hem of her dress. “Must have forgotten. I’m excited to see you all play on Tuesday though,” 

You ran your nail across the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to her center. But before you could make it any further, her free hand caught your wrist, and repositioned you so your hand was resting very innocently near her knee again. 

“Ireland is always fun to face,” Ella smiled at you. “Should be a bit chippy,” 

“I’ll definitely be rocking my MacCabe jersey,” You matched her expression, your thumb again beginning to rub circles into Alessia’s skin. 

Leah frowned, dropping her menu. “You will?” 

“Absolutely,” You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows and slyly trailing your thumb back up Alessia’s thigh. “Gotta support my favorite foul-mouthed Gooner,” 

Leah’s eyes went wide, and Alessia squeezed your shoulder. 

“And what about me?” Your girlfriend asked, a pout pulling at her lips. 

You wiggled your eyebrows, a witty remark at the tip of your tongue, knowing it would piss her off, but the tension in your chest made you unable to stop yourself. 

You wanted to push her. To force a reaction, even when you knew all you had to do was ask for what you wanted. 

“Are you ladies ready to order?” A waiter asked, appearing behind Leah before you could let it fly. 

You let your smirk widen, closing your menu with a thud and making eye contact with the waiter. 

“Since she’s not on the menu,” You started, leaning closer to your girlfriend for just a second, edging your hand even further up her thigh until it was again past the hem of her dress. “I think I’ll have the tomahawk, medium rare with a Yorkie and the roasted carrots please,” 

You winked at the waiter for good measure as the table giggled and Alessia’s cheeks turned bright red. 

The waiter cleared his throat, turning his attention to your girlfriend. “And for you ma’am?” 

Alessia opened her mouth, probably to order, but you cut her off instead. 

“She’ll take the sirloin, medium with the Orzo and kale salad,” You said, reciting her normal order with perfect precision. “And she’ll be having me for dessert later,” 

More giggles erupted from your friends, and you dragged your hand impossibly higher, extending your pinky so it brushed against her underwear. 

She inhaled sharply next to you, sending you a warning side eye as the rest of the table continued to order, but she didn’t immediately remove your hand. 

You ignored her warning, letting your pinky slide over the satiny fabric of her underwear. 

It wasn’t what she normally wore, and you couldn’t help the wolfish grin that took over your features. 

She had worn lingerie for you. 

Maybe that should have stopped you. Made you consider that you wouldn’t get anything if you kept pushing, but again you couldn’t seem to help yourself. 

“Will you be in the Ireland friends and family section then?” Leah asked, wiggling her eyebrows at your girlfriend. “Cause I don’t think my family or Less’ will enjoy you wearing the opposing team’s jersey,” 

You made a noise like you were considering it as you finally slid your hand up and cupped your girlfriend’s heat. “I don’t think I’d feel at home though. Surely your family can deal with it right Less?”

Alessia nodded once, very stiffly. “My family loves you no matter what you’re wearing,”

You smiled impishly at her, adding just a little more pressure to her core. 

She shifted in her seat, leaning very close to your ear, as Ella started talking about some movie she and Joe had watched, taking the attention of the rest of Alessia’s teammates. 

“They’d even love you if you had to wear your collar at the game,” She chuckled darkly in your ear, her voice soft enough to get lost in the noise of the restaurant as her free hand yet again caught your wrist and pulled your hand back to a much more innocent position. “Now behave, or I promise you’ll regret it,”

You pulled away, your devilish smirk only getting broader. “No,”

Her eyebrows furrowed her expression something between anger and concern and warning, like she was trying to figure out why you were pushing the boundaries when you never did before. 

You wiggled yours in return, offering her nothing else before joining the conversation of her teammates. 

You weren’t ready to talk yet. 

You were too content digging yourself deeper and deeper. 

*****

You continue to push Alessia all throughout dinner, taking every opportunity to make her blush or to creep your hand further up her thigh. At one point you had even wiggled a finger beneath her underwear before she could stop you. 

And your behavior hadn’t stopped once you left the restaurant. 

You definitely placed your hand far too low on her waist as you and your friends walked back to the hotel the UFC had rented for you, and winked cheekily at the fans as you entered the building, spending far too long signing things and flirting just to annoy your girlfriend. 

You knew from the “come on darling,” and the way she wrapped her arm around you, her fingers closing gently around the back of your neck that you were in serious trouble as she led you into the hotel and to the elevator. 

“Good luck mate,” Leah nodded towards you as she stepped into her hotel room after Mary and Ella. “Think you’re gonna need it after that show,”

She tilted her head toward your girlfriend glaring a hole in Leah’s doorframe. 

“Good night Leah,” Your girlfriend bit out, pressing her thumb into the space at the very center of the back of your neck.

Leah rolled her eyes at the movement, well aware of the dynamic between you and your girlfriend. More aware than most of her teammates for both club and country because of how long you had known her. “Right you two, do have too much fun,” 

You stared at the door for a long moment after it closed, the tension in your chest bleeding down to your stomach.

You knew your time was up. That you would have to pay the piper so to speak, and it had guilt swirling along with the unpleasantness. 

You knew that all you had to do was utter a word and it would all be over. 

You knew that Alessia would stick to your limits, no matter how hard you pushed her, but you couldn’t help the… lingering anxiety that came from your past relationships. 

The ones that took advantage of your submissiveness, and the unhealthy way you had always chosen to deal with stress. The ones that ignored your pain for their own pleasure. 

 “Come on then,” Alessia said, very gently running the nail of her thumb down the length of the back of your neck, and squeezing your shoulder. 

You hummed, allowing her to lead you down the hallway to your own hotel room door, but she paused before she opened it. You looked up at her, realizing suddenly that you were trapped between her and the door. 

She stepped closer so your noses were nearly touching. She dragged her hand from your neck to your chin, using her thumb to tilt your head to where she wanted it. 

“I love you,” She said, her voice soft and sincere. “No matter what,”

She leaned in the last centimeter separating you, connecting your lips in a very sweet kiss. 

You leaned into it, opening your mouth when her tongue poked out, welcoming it and meeting it with your own so they spun in a slow dance. 

It was the reminder that you desperately needed. 

The promise that she would take care of you, even when you acted like a brat. 

She pulled away just enough to disconnect your lips, and your mouths separated with a low pop.

“Remind me of your colors,” Alessia said, her thumb running across your cheek. 

“Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop,” You recited, your voice breathless. 

“Good girl,” She hummed. “Open the door, and take off your shirt and pants once we get inside,” 

You swallowed hard at the change of tone. 

“Yes Miss,” You said, already pulling the key card from the back pocket of your jeans. You didn’t look away from her as you fumbled until you heard the lock on the door beep, and clumsily pushed it open. 

You stumbled backward, unwilling to break eye contact with your girlfriend because you knew you would probably get very little of it tonight. 

She turned away from you as soon as the door slammed shut, busying herself with something you didn’t know. 

“I believe I told you to do something,” She said, not even sparing a look over her shoulder at you, and you realized you had been staring for too long. 

You cleared your throat, your fingers trembling as they unbuttoned your straining shirt. 

You carefully pulled the satin materials from your shoulders, folding it neatly and laying it on the bed before you started on your pants. 

It took you three tries to undo the button, the zipper getting caught in the stretchy material of your boxers. You peeled your tight jeans down your legs, folding them and placing them next to your shirt. 

You felt Alessia’s presence behind you as you pulled off your shoes and socks. 

As soon as they had been placed in their rightful place, her hand found its way to your bare back. 

The touch was soothing and grounding and exactly what you needed to combat the slightly floaty feeling in your brain. 

The hand slid up your back, all the way to your neck. 

“Kneel,”

The soft squeeze on the back of your neck was like magic, as was the soft, but stern order. 

You sank to your knees without question, your butt resting on your heels, your hands facing palm up on your thighs, your back straight and your head bowed, as the tension in your chest slowly ebbed away.

“I think we need to have a chat,” She continued, the hand on your neck sliding up to run through the hair at the base of your skull. Her nails scratched soothingly at your scalp. “Because your behavior in the restaurant is not the behavior of the good girl I trained,”

You grunted, glaring at a spot in the carpet. 

You didn’t want to talk. 

You already had to talk to Dana, to your coaches, and to the media. You had nothing left to say. 

“Do you want to tell me what that was about at dinner?” She asked you, the fingers on your scalp wrapping through your curls. She gave it a sharp tug, forcing you to look up at her. “Because I’d really like to know what the fuck you were playing at,” 

Her blue eyes burned into you, concerned and… something else lingering below the surface. 

“I wasn’t playing at anything,” You grit out. 

She raised a perfect eyebrow at you, as she searched your face.

“Is this because your fight was canceled?”

You didn’t answer her, unwilling to admit how… off balanced it made you feel. 

But that was enough of an answer for her. 

Her eyes softened minutely. “Baby,” 

You shook your head. 

You didn’t want her sympathy or her pity. 

You wanted her to crush you. 

“Alright,” She signed, tilting your head back so far it was painful. “I’m going to give you 2 options. We can call Clarke and Lexa and they can run you through a workout,” 

You shivered at the mention of your respective striking and jujitsu coaches, knowing already that whatever the alternative was, you would be choosing it. 

“Or you can take a punishment of my choosing,” She finished. “It won’t be an easy one,” 

“I’ll take a punishment,” You muttered after a beat. 

You didn't need easy right now. 

She hummed, holding you close for a long second, and you relished in the attention. 

That had been why you acted out at all anyway. 

She dropped her hold on your hair suddenly, and you crashed back on your knees. 

“On the wall,” She said, completely cutting contact with you, and walking towards the little kitchen area of the suite. 

You let out a shaky breath, pushing yourself to your feet, and shuffled over to the wall next to the television across from the couch. 

You turned to face the couch, wincing when Alessia pulled a wine glass out of the cabinet and a jug of water from the counter and returned to you. 

She carefully filled the glass to the halfway mark, before her attention turned to you. 

You knew immediately what punishment she had chosen. 

The rules were simple, you would balance the glass in one of the designated calisthenic positions. If the water spilled, or the glass fell then you would move to the next position. The punishment would be over when you made it through all 15 positions to Alessia’s satisfaction, or if you safeworded. 

It sounded easy, or like it wouldn’t be effective, but that was entirely wrong. It was the punishment that you hated the most. 

Your stomach never failed to drop when Alessia approached you with the wine glass and water. Just the sight of her with it was enough to have your muscles quivering at the impending fatigue. 

“Ready darling?”

You made a low sound, leaning back against the wall, bending your knees, and getting into the first position. 

A wall sits with your knees pressed together to focus the pressure on your quads. 

She used a hand on your shoulder to push you further down the wall until your thighs sat parallel to the floor, and then very carefully balanced the stem of the wine glass between your knees so the base just barely brushed your hamstring. 

You frowned. She usually balanced it on top of your legs further up your thighs so all you had to do was stay level. But where it was now meant that you would have to stay level and squeeze with your adductors so it didn’t slip and spill the water. 

“Tell me your color,” She said, her thumb sweeping under your chin, drawing your eyes away from the glass to meet her blue. 

“Green,” you murmured, leaning into the gentle touch. 

“Good,” She hummed, cupping your cheek for another long second before she pulled away. “I’ll be right there, reading my book,” 

Your gaze trailed after her as she settled herself on the couch directly across from you, picking up the 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. She easily found her page and began to read. 

You glanced back to the balancing glass between your knees. It was already shaking slightly, the liquid vibrating around the bowl of the glass with the effort of your muscles to keep it in place. 

It irritated you that you could already feel your quads and adductors quivering. It was pathetic that they were already fatigued after only 30 seconds. 

You grit your teeth, letting your hips slip down further so you could squeeze with your glutes to take a little bit of the pressure off of your adductors. The glass shifted minutely, and the water inside sloshed dangerously before it settled. 

Your eyes flickered back up to Alessia, wondering if she saw it too, but her eyes stayed planted in her book. 

That irritated you too. 

The only upside to your fight being canceled was that you got to spend more time with her. You wouldn’t have to split your attention between her and not getting your face caved in. 

Now you didn’t even have that. 

You thought of safewording and forcing an early end to your punishment. It would be a violation of the rules though.

But when she found out that you broke her trust (the most severe infraction you could ever commit) she might choose a more… harsh punishment. One of the ones that was listed in the soft limits the two of you had agreed upon. One that would separate you from reality, and leave you feeling floaty and thoroughly controlled. Thoroughly owned. 

A part of you wanted her to forcibly put you in your place. To disregard how bad it would feel tomorrow and the bad memories it would bring up for you, and just demolish you. To crush your will and grind you into dust. To beat you into oblivion. 

It was what your opponent would have done anyway. 

You knew Alessia would never agree to it while you were this upset. She didn’t like to give in to your self-destructive tendencies. 

The glass between your knees shook again, drawing your attention back to the warm fire setting deeply into your quads. They would ache tomorrow you were sure, but then again wasn’t that part of the point?

It would be a reminder that even when she wasn’t with you, you belonged to Alessia. It was an invisible mark that claimed you. That reminded you she would always take control when you felt dangerously unstable. 

And then it clicked.

This punishment was Alessia’s favorite because it was based on your choice to obey her. Your choice to push your body to its limits to please her. Your choice to give her control over you. 

She didn’t need to use a belt or a paddle to bend you to her will. 

She just had to ask. 

You just had to relax and trust that she would take care of you. 

You let out a long breath, counting down from 3 in your head. You let it fall back into the wall with a low thump and your shoulders sagged, as the remaining tension in your chest drained out of you. 

“Good girl,” Alessia said softly, and the page of her book turned. Your eyes darted back to her, hoping that they would be on you, but they weren’t. 

She looked so composed, both legs tucked under her, reading her book. It was diametrically opposed to how you felt, completely out of control. A quivering mess fighting to stay in a simple wall sit. 

It further reminded you of your place, and the weight of it was enough to have your eyes sliding closed. 

You focused on your breathing, 3 seconds and 3 seconds out. Deep and slow. 

You lasted for more breaths before the glass slid from between your legs, landing on the carpeted floor with a light thud. 

Your eyes snapped open, and again you expected to meet Alessia’s eyes, but they remained trained on her book. 

“Next please,” She said softly, flipping another page in her book. 

You slid down the wall to the floor, sucking in another long breath as you nodded, wishing that she would just look at you, but you knew that was part of the punishment too. 

You took another breath as you rolled over to your stomach and sat yourself up on your elbows, squeezing your core. It was a slightly modified plank designed to show off the muscles in your back and arms for the benefit of your girlfriend and to give your legs a break for a bit. 

She waited until you were in a position to stand, slowly padding over to you and grabbing the wine glass off of the floor.

She paused next to you, and you felt the way her eyes dragged across the muscles on your back. 

“Always so pretty for me,” She hummed and you heard the water as she refilled the glass. “Too bad you can’t have the reward I had planned,” 

Her touch lingered as she carefully balanced it between your shoulder blades, and stepped away. 

“Let’s see if you can beat your best time on this one,” She said, talking more at you than to you. “Your record is 22 minutes, which isn’t quite championship timing. I think you need to make it at least 25,” 

You groaned. 

Her competitive streak was legendary and often a part of your punishment when you had been particularly ornery. You switched positions at her pleasure, so you knew you would be planking all night if you couldn’t break 25 minutes. 

It was like when she decided you needed to break your edging record. 

There would be no mercy unless you safeworded. 

You focused on your breathing as she sauntered back to the couch, fighting to keep your core and back muscles locked to prevent the glass from tipping. 

Your abs clenched, and you so badly wanted to roll your shoulders to relieve the tension building in the space between them. The space holding the glass. 

You focused on the sound of Alessia’s breathing. Each rhythmic inhale and exhale like the clicking of a metronome, broken only by the occasional fluttering of a page. 

You wished she had put the timer in front of you so you could see how long you had left. 

But then again that would probably be worse. 

You always found it harder to go the distance in a fight when you could see the clock ticking down. It always made you feel more exhausted at the end of the round, and made standing up off of your stool at the start of the next round that much harder. 

You sucked in another breath, refocusing on the sounds of Alessia’s inhales and exhales. You counted each one, letting them wash over you and lul the fog slowly seeping through the crevices in your brain. 

It let you forget the trembling in your core muscles and the sting between your shoulders. They didn’t matter. All that mattered was each of Alessia’s breaths, and your ability to please her. 

To be honest, you forgot about the water balancing on your back. 

You shifted, lifting your head so you could watch Alessia, and that sent the glass tumbling to the floor with a low thud. 

She looked up at the noise, pushing herself to her feet and grabbing the glass. 

“Good job darling. You made time.” She rewarded you by meeting her eyes for a long second and flashing you a winning smile. “Position 3,” 

You took another deep breath as she filled the glass. 

You pushed yourself up into a pushup position, slowly lifting your right arm and left leg so they extended. 

Your arms shook immediately, and it was then that you recognized just how exhausted you were already. Your core ached in a way that was edging on unpleasant, and your back felt like you had run 5 rounds with your jujitsu coach. 

It was strange that you felt so drained and you had only made it through 2 positions. 

Alessia waited until you were stable before she balanced the glass in the very same area between your shoulder blades. 

The spot that felt so tight.

You knew you weren’t going to last long before she even stepped away. But you tried to breathe through it. You tried to ignore the little beads of sweat collecting at the small of your back, and the cramp setting in just below the glass, radiating up to your neck. 

You deserved the pain. You had done your damndest to make sure Alessia gave it to you. 

“Tell me your color,” Alessia said, her voice dripping dominance, sending a shiver down your spine and causing the glass to tumble off your back. 

You collapsed to the floor. 

You hadn’t even made it a minute. 

“‘M ok,” You murmured into the carpet, each breath rattling as it left your lips.

You hadn’t even lasted long enough for Alessia to make it back to her seat. 

It was pathetic.

“That’s not what I asked you,” She said, crouching next to you, her hand resting on the throbbing space between your shoulders. “Tell me what your color is,” 

Your brain ran into overdrive, taking stock of the burn in your thighs, and the way the muscles in your back were locked up tight, and before you could even think through all the reasons why you shouldn’t safe word, “red,” was falling from your lips. 

You had been red before you even started position 3, you realized. 

“Good girl,” She said, settling fully down beside you, her hand running soothingly up and down your sweat-soaked back. “You did so well for me, and I’m so proud of you for knowing your limits,”

You groaned into the carpet as warmth spread through your chest, chasing away the last of the tightness that had been there since Dana caught you after the weigh-ins. 

“‘M sorry for pushing you,” You mumbled, your words nearly getting lost in the floor. “Didn’t know how to…” 

You trailed off, losing your train of thought. You weren’t even sure what you didn’t know how to do, only that antagonizing your girlfriend. Your miss. Had been the only way that seemed to make sense to achieve it. 

“I know darling,” She hummed, gripping under your arms and shifting so your head was resting in her lap and your upper body was between her legs. “Take some deep breaths for me, and then we’ll get you cleaned up and we can cuddle,” 

You made a low sound of agreement. You felt content with her completely around you, her scent enveloping you, and her hands running gently through your tangled hair. 

She was the stability to your rocky seas, and you trusted that she would take care of you, just like she had already tonight. 

A cuddle sounded perfect because it was perfect. 

It was everything you needed. She was everything you needed. 

[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of your friends were excited as you smile.

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

They all say yes without hesitation. “Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why does she keep trying to take you places?

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

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

Good.

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

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

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

Come to the alley way, amor.

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

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

He replies back almost instantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miguel you do-”

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

Tonight is going to be interesting…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erica was right she would wear something outlandish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How did she move so fast?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Previously, Next

[kittiwittebane]

Obsessed with the roller skates / council boy Huntlow thing!

Accept this gift of mine💚💛

Basically Dana tweeted somthing bout FANART and willow in roller skates, hunter wearing this school representative council looking shirt. Willow= baddie. Hunter= stern but sweet.

So here’s a little thing.

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Early morning sunshine danced through the quad of Hexside High School, brightening the mood of the area as it reached it's way into the hallways via windows.

Hunter looked down the hallway in pride. Clean as its ever been. He smiled to himself.

Right, another school will be here today so I have to keep this place looking-

"AHh- oOf!" Willow grunted as she fell over. Hunter turned around to find Willow, the only one who just will not follow the rules, upside down on the ground, in her usual dress code violation choice of clothing. White school shirt with the black pants and grey skirt, a large green bow on her shirt.

And her bright yellow rollerskates.

"Miss Park, you know you aren't allowed to wear those!" Hunter scoffed as he helped her up. She smiled at him and replied.

"Oh but Mr. Wittebane, I don't want to be late to class." She mocked him slightly, adding her usual playful tone into the mix. Hunter's ears went red

Titan-damn you. What have you done to me?

"Find another way." he remained stern, but Willow knew his mind was freaking out.

"Hmmm... no." Willow smirked, leaning up against him. "I don't think I will."

Hunter turned away as his blush tried to give him away.

"I could give you a detention at any time-"

"Do it." Willow snorted. "Go on."

Hunter paused. He looked at her and frowned.

"You have a lunchtime detention today." he said.

"And what if I don't show up." Willow asked, popping the 'p' sound. The blondie whined in annoyance. He couldn't even give her detention.

I DO NOT LIKE HER! He repeated to himself. That was a complete lie, he couldn't stop himself from seeing sparkles and bubbles around her, and he knew it, but he didn't want to admit it. He knew this is why she got away with breaking rules, he knew this is why she was so rebellious. She knew he couldn't get himself to throw her into detention. He hoped she didn't know why.

"Get to class!" he snapped, mad at himself more than her. She smirked, knowing she'd won the argument once again, and roller skated to class.

__LUNCH TIME

Willow rolled down the hallway.

"Miss Park you aren't allowed to wear-"

"This that all you know how to say?" Willow interrupted, giggling. Hunter rolled his eyes.

"It seems to be all I need to know how to say." He snapped. She giggled.

"Look, Blondie, you can throw me in detention, or you can sit there sulking. Do one." Willow challenged. Hunter growled lowly, knowing exactly which one he was going to end up doing. He looked at her sulkily, and she just smiled her usual 'I'm better than you' smile.

Or that's what Hunter thought it was.

She smirked at him before roller skating away to the cafeteria. Ugh! Why couldn't he do anything? The school would be perfect if he was just a bit less emotional. She was just a classmate! She was nothing more but another student that sat with him in classes! Nothing more, and never will be anything more. He leant up against the locker, silently cursing himself. After what he thought was five minutes but in reality was the entire 20 minutes, the class bell rang.

"Oh, I'm so stupid.." he hissed at himself. Third period and he forgot to eat, too busy thinking about how perfect he was without Willow.

He walked to class with a sulky look, knowing he did not want the school to be messed up before the other school comes. Surely one student couldn't mess up a whole school.. right?

He sat down in class, and Willow came and sat down next to him.

"You're grumpy." She commented. He whipped his head to her.

"I forgot to eat." He snapped quietly, not really feeling to interact at the current moment. Willow tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"Don't you pack lunch? Just eat in class, no one cares." Willow suggested. Hunter wanted to slap himself across the face.

"I do not pack lunch.. I feed off the cafeteria. It's fine, I don't eat over the weekend much anyways, I'll live." He muttered. Willows eyes went wide.

"You don't eat on the weekend?" She asked, alarm raking her voice unexpectedly, caught off guard by his statement.

"N-no I do! I just don't eat much." He explained. And what he meant by that was he stole leftovers from the cafeteria and took them home, which he eats on the weekend. And whatever edible plants he can find. Otherwise it was just bread and water.

"Oh." She started. She opened her bag and pulled out what looked like two pieces of bread put together.

"Have this." She smiled. Hunter looked at her, then the bread.

"Why are you being nice to me?" He asked.

"Why not?" She shrugged, putting the sandwich on his table. He looked at her, then the bread again. At least it was something...

He took a bit out of the bread and he had the most delighted look on his face. Willow wished she could've taken a photo. She'd never seen him smile before. Guess he liked chicken.

"Willow, what is this?" He asked, forgetting all about why he was grumpy in the first place.

"Chicken?" She answered. You could see the sparkles in Hunters eyes.

"I love chicken!" He exclaimed quietly, eating the rest of the sandwich very quickly. He looked like a puppy. His magenta eyes seemed bigger, and like they had sparkles in them. He had a smile she'd never seen, but really, she'd never seen him even smile before. She couldn't help but admire him. Out of context it would sound weird, admiring a cute guy eat a sandwich, but in context...

He looked back at her, who still had the head-over-heels look on her face, resting her face on her hand, rested against the table.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I've never seen you smile before." She said with a hint of dream in her voice, just to play with his feelings.

The look of realisation when Willow told him he was smiling sent butterflies through her stomach. He attempted to act all stern again.

"Thank you for the chicken-bread, Miss Park." He looked at her once again. She was smirking like crazy.

"Call me Willow, please." She purred. His face went a bit red, as did his ears. His cleared his voice and tried to catch up with the work he'd missed before the next bell rang.

“Also it’s called a sandwich, silly.” She smiled in amusement, as Hunter’s grumpy look returned after being corrected by her.

Should I do part 2?

Edit: just needed to add the fact the way Hunter looks is how Callum looks when he says “IM A MAGE!” In The Dragon Prince. Those eyes.

Also if you want more fluff like this, I have a Wattpad account:

@Kittimoonshadow

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already

If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.

The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.

It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."

OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.

Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.

Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.

Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.

I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.

But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.

(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )

And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...

And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?

Like blocklist the tag, and move on.

I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?

And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!

Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3

[atths--twice]

Adding to the Fund

Working in a restaurant can be stressful and tiring, but it can also lead to a relationship that was not expected.

Fictober Day 14

Prompt- That's all? Easy.

Sunrise and Sunset, the restaurant on Baker Street was packed. Sundays were always busy, and sometimes stressful, but thankfully the patrons tipped better on those days. 

Well, some of them, Dana Scully thought, rolling her eyes as she picked up the tip from table nineteen. 

It had been a group of older women who had complained about nearly everything: the amount of ice in their glasses of water, the lack of a butter substitute, the temperature of the coffee, and their meals- all for different reasons. 

“Young lady,” one of the women had said, crooking her finger at Dana to come closer. “This bread is far too toasted. I can’t eat this. Take it back and bring me a new sandwich.” 

She had taken the sandwich to the back, swearing as she replaced only the top slice of toasted bread. Waiting a minute to calm down, she had smiled as she brought it back to the woman. 

“Hope this is okay,” she had said and the woman only hummed in reply, her eyebrows raised. 

But she ate everything on the plate, didn’t she? Dana thought, shaking her head. 

Bringing the dishes to the back, she sighed as she added the receipt to the paperwork for the day. 

“Any tip from that party?” a voice asked and she turned to look at Fox Mulder, a fellow worker, his arms laden with plates. 

“Yeah. Two whole dollars. On a sixty eight dollar tab, I might add. Oh, and they also left me a note.” 

“To join them at their church?” he asked, shuddering as he set the plates down. 

“Not this time, no,” she laughed, knowing how often it did happen on a Sunday. “Here.” She handed him the note and he read it out loud. 

“My grandson works in a law firm. He’s very busy and finds looking for a girlfriend to be tedious. I’m sure he would enjoy your company, once he got to know you. 574-1296.” He looked at her, his eyes wide. “Oh, well this one deserves to go up on the board.” 

“No, Fox,” she said, trying to take it from him. 

“Why not?” he asked, holding it out of her reach. “You're not going to call him are you?” His mouth dropped open in mock horror and she shook her head. 

“Not for many reasons, but especially because with that many red flags, you know he’s a douchebag of a person.” 

“Then why? You have others up there. And so do I.” He pointed to the bulletin board on the wall where notes from patrons were kept, especially when they were particularly cringy or funny. “I think this one could make it to the top.” 

“No,” she said, stepping closer to him to take the note out of his hand. “This one just… it makes me feel… I don’t like it. I don’t like thinking that they could treat me shitty the entire time they were here and then suggest I call their grandson, who finds dating tedious. Like I deserve less than from a man who is apparently better than me. It’s gross.” 

“It is. I’m sorry I joked about it,” he said and she nodded as she tore up the obnoxious note and threw it away. 

“There. Gone. Reset,” she said, letting out a deep breath. “Their two dollars will gladly join the Dana Scully eats tonight fund.” He smiled and she smiled back. 

“Fox! Tables twelve and fifteen, orders up. Look alive,” Raul, the head cook called out. 

“Coming,” Fox called back and Dana walked with him. He gave her a confused look and she smiled. 

“I’m heading back out. I’ll help you then see to my tables.” 

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” he said, picking up the plates and lining them up his arm. “I’ve got fifteen. You’ll like twelve better.” 

“Okay,” she laughed, setting the plates along her arm as well and carrying the last plate in her hand. 

At the door, he nodded for her to go first and she smiled her thanks. 

When she was walking to table twelve, she saw why he had given it to her. There was a chubby, bald headed baby sitting in a high chair biting on a plastic toy and a little boy who was drawing on the back of the kids menu. 

“Hello, I’m Dana,” she said as she stood at the table. “Fox was busy so I offered to help him out. Who had the ham and cheese omelet?” 

“Right here,” the husband said, reaching for the plate. “My wife has the French toast and Davy here has the pancakes and bacon.” 

“Perfect. Here you all go,” she said, setting their plates down. She smiled at the boy who looked up at her and kept staring, his green eyes wide. 

“You look like Ariel,” he said in awe. 

“Oh!” she said in surprise. 

“I’m so sorry,” his dad said quickly. “Davy, you don’t just-”

“That’s okay,” Dana said, smiling at Davy. 

“But Ariel’s hair is down, not up,” Davy said. “But it’s red like yours. Do you have blue eyes?” 

“Davy!” his mom admonished him, but Dana only laughed. She squatted down beside him, smiling as she looked at him. 

“Well?” she asked and he leaned forward, looking into her eyes and smiling. 

“You do,” he whispered. “Are you a mermaid?” 

“Not at the moment, because I’m in a restaurant,” she whispered back. “But when I get into the water…” Her eyes widened and then she winked. 

“Like magic?” 

“Like magic,” she nodded and Davy’s smile grew. “But you can’t tell anyone except your mom and dad, promise?” 

“Promise,” he said, nodding emphatically. 

“Will you do the special mermaid handshake to bind the promise and keep my secret safe?” 

“Yes! Yes, I will!” He clapped excitedly and Dana smiled. 

“Okay. So, we do it like this.” 

She took his hand and shook it, then locked their fingers together, thumbs pointing up, then released his hand, waving her fingers up and down like a mermaid tail swimming away. 

“Show me again,” he whispered and she smiled, taking his small hand into hers again, perfecting the handshake before leaving their table to check on her own section. 

Back in the kitchen with her next set of orders, she smiled at Fox who nodded with a wink. 

At her break, she stepped outside behind the restaurant, needing a moment of fresh air. Standing in the sunshine, her head tilted back and her eyes closed, she heard the door open and close. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey yourself,” she said and Fox chuckled as he came to stand beside her. She opened her eyes and he smiled at her. “Thank you for giving me that table earlier. It’s just what I needed after-”

“Two bucks, Betty?” 

“Exactly,” she said with a laugh. 

“Good. I’m glad it helped.” 

“The little boy thought I looked like Ariel.” 

“Hmm,” Fox hummed, staring into her eyes. “He’s not wrong. But you’re much prettier.” 

“Because I’m not an animated drawing?” she teased and he laughed, his fingers brushing against hers before locking together loosely, causing her heart rate to increase. 

“That and you just are.” 

“Okay.”

“I really wanna kiss you,” he whispered, his grip on her fingers tightening slightly. 

“After you didn’t last night, which was a huge mistake by the way-” 

“I agree completely,” he said, nodding his head vigorously. “I… I hesitated too long.” 

“You did,” she agreed. 

“I was nervous. I thought maybe it was just me who was feeling…” He stopped talking when she smiled and shook her head. She squeezed his fingers, interlocking their hands further. 

“It’s not just you,” she admitted and he exhaled as he nodded. “I thought being in a group setting like we were, would help me loosen up enough to at least ask you to dance.”

“Which it did.” 

“Well, the alcohol definitely helped with that,” she said with a laugh. 

“That’s all it takes?” he teased. 

“Easy,” she warned and he laughed, both of them then falling silent. 

“I thought you said you wanted to kiss me,” she said quietly and he drew in a deep breath. 

“I do. Very much.” 

“Well, my break will be over soon and so will yours. You might-”

His lips touched hers softly, then more firmly as their kiss deepened. He let go of her hand and placed it onto the back of her neck, holding her close. She moaned as she wound her arms around his neck, her heart pounding. 

“Hmm,” she hummed when they broke from the kiss, his forehead pressed gently against hers. “That was good.” 

“It was,” he said with a quiet chuckle and she smiled. 

They sat down at the picnic table bench provided for employees to use during their breaks, talking and kissing until their break was over. 

Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet, kissed her one more time, and walked to the door. 

“Oh,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “The family with the little boy asked me to give this to you.” He handed her the kids menu that had been folded into a small square. “I’m sure this one will be better than the one you got earlier.” 

She smiled as she opened it and then gasped when she found ten dollars inside. 

“Oh,” he said in delighted surprise as she began to read the note that was written in blue crayon. 

“Thank you for showing me the special mermaid handshake. I won’t tell anyone your secret. I hope I can see you again some time. Love, Davy. P.S. I’m four and a half. Oh, isn’t that just…?” She sniffled, blinking back tears as she read it to herself again. 

“A much better note,” he said and she laughed softly, tracing her fingers over the drawing of a mermaid that Davy had made. She had big blue eyes and red hair drawn in a similar style to Dana’s. 

“An incredibly kind note,” she replied, folding it back up, with the money inside, and placing it into her pocket. 

“And the money adds to the Dana Scully eats tonight fund,” he said and she shook her head. 

“No, this money will go into a different fund.” 

“Which fund is that?” he asked as they walked inside and put on their aprons. 

“The… Dating Fox Mulder fund?” she asked tentatively and he paused as he was tying the strings of the apron behind his back. Grinning, he nodded as he finished the task. 

“Only if it can be combined with the one I already have.” 

“Which is that?” she asked, tying her own strings. 

“The Just ask her out already fund,” he said with a grin. 

She laughed loudly, covering her mouth and looking around, but no one had noticed. 

“Yes,” she agreed, stepping close and squeezing his hand. “We can combine them.” 

“Good,” he said, squeezing back. “And it will be my treat tonight because I’ve got quite a bit in there. It pays to be somewhat of a nervous coward.” 

She laughed and shook her head, walking beside him to the kitchen, as his hand rubbed gently at the small of her back. 

[emeraldborealis]

The Point Of No Return

Pairing: Egon Spengler x Fem!reader

TW//CW: Fluff, near death experiences, light arguing.

Words: 4,647

You curiously gathered around the Ecto-1 as it pulled back into the firehouse, worried after a particularly long call to see how it went.

"How was the call? Any trouble?" You asked Peter and Winston as they got out of the Ecto-1.

"Ghoul perfectly secured and in the bag. " Peter pridefully held up the smoking trap like some kind of trophy. "No big problems occurred, at least nothing we couldn't handle. But I did get this nasty boo-boo here, which would feel a whole lot better with a kiss." He tapped his cheek with his pointer finger nudging his head out expectantly waiting for a healing kiss.

"I don't think Dana would appreciate that very much." You answered honestly, shuffling a little closer to Egon who had come to stand beside you, sharing your curiosity with the call. You somewhat hoped he would stop Peter's teasing and jokes.

Winston bumped Peter's shoulder with his own. "Are you just going to hold the trap like some kind of trophy, or are we going to go downstairs to empty it so we can finally get some shut eye?"

"Oh yeah, sure. It is getting late and I'd like to get home to Dana." They shuffled their way down to the basement making idle conversation with one another as they went.

As things began to settle back down, and the boys were finally able to start pealing their coveralls off of their tired stiff shoulders, the blaring alarm signaling another call went off. "Damnit! I was almost out of here and back to the arms of my sweet, sweet Dana!" Peter yelled annoyed, with his fists in the air cursing the universe.

Everyone in the firehouse quickly gathered to get their gear on and get ready to leave. Watching them all getting ready it was clear to see that Peter and Winston were exhausted, their movements were sluggish and slow, practically half asleep as they begrudgingly rezipped their suits and retied their boots. It made you nervous thinking about them going on another call like that.

Clearing your throat to gain their attention you attempted to gather all your courage taking a small step forward. The way their heads turned to you made all your courage vanish almost immediately.

"Um, if you want, you guys could still go home. I could go on the call for you." You offered awkwardly shifting from foot to foot under their gaze.

"Oh y/n you're a godsend thank you!" Peter gripped your shoulders firmly and shook you lightly in thanks, Winston was smiling like a maniac behind him, just as happy to be relieved from duty.

"I think that would be an extraordinarily bad idea, you have no field training and don't know what you're doing. Our work is very dangerous." Egon argued, not liking the idea at all.

"Yeah but you guy's didn't have field training your first time either, hell you didn't even know if your equipment worked, or if it was safe." You tried to reason with him noticing the tension in the room growing.

"That was different-" Egon began but you interrupted.

"I made it through flight school and the rigorous training involved with that, I can handle this. I know I can handle this. Just look at Peter and Winston, do you really think it'd be a good idea for them to go? You don't have anyone else who can go. I'm the only one who can fill the spot." You continued to argue, not seeing what he was really trying to convey.

"We didn't hire you to go on calls, we hired you to take them. It's too dangerous. Just- stay here." Egon awkwardly moved his hands in a stay-put motion, he just wanted to keep you safe, but he didn't know how to explain why he wanted to so badly.

"I think she makes a fair point Egie, she at least knows how our equipment works and how to use it, plus she'd be going with people with experience. Unlike us our first time." Ray placed his hand on Egon's shoulder trying to get him to see why it would be okay to send you. "Plus she'd help us get it done faster than if it was just us two, I mean I have people I want to get home to too. So let's do this quick and easy."

"Yeah, she can handle this. The call didn't sound that hard anyway." Winston added in.

"You can't comment on this Winston, you have ulterior reasons for wanting her to go." Egon retorted feeling very cornered by the group.

"And you don't have ulterior reasons for wanting her to stay?" Peter quipped quickly taking a step towards Egon. "You and I both know why you don't want her to go-"

"If I didn't think that it would be the best option for me to go, I wouldn't have volunteered, I never have before." You interrupted Peter completely, you were trying to diffuse the situation and help make sure Egon didn't feel cornered. Because it was clear he did. "But Peter and Winston are exhausted, just look at them. They could be a liability on a call with how tired they are-"

"Hey!" Peter feigned offense slapping his hand to his chest dramatically.

"Do you not think I can do this? Is that it? Do you think of me so incapable and weak that two half asleep, exhausted friends would still be better than going on a call with me?" You asked earnestly, your face contorted in hurt.

"It's not- it's not that." Egon debated in his mind for a moment, trying to find a way to put his feelings into words, but ultimately he couldn't.

"Then what is it?" You nearly begged for an answer, but at the same time you were terrified of what he might say.

"I don't want you to get hurt." Your face immediately softened and your mouth formed an 'O' in understanding. He didn't think of you as any lesser than anyone, he just cared for your safety.

But you cared too; you cared for your friends and their safety, and their well being. You cared about the job being handled with caution and alertness, and you cared about everyone making a safe return home.

"In flight school there was something we would call a safe return, it's where you'd still have enough fuel to return safely back to the airport you departed from, in the unlikely case where something happens, or goes wrong. I can promise you I won't go to the point I couldn't come back from safely. I won't enter the point of no return. I'm not trying to start a fight, and I'm not trying to put you into an awkward position. If you really don't want me to go I won't. I was just trying to help, I meant no harm in volunteering." Egon was a very smart man, he was also a dear friend, and if he didn't want you going he probably had a genuine reason behind it. Maybe something more than care.

Egon sighed deeply thinking about it, carefully weighing the pros and cons, every possible possibility that could occur. Thinking of everything that could go wrong and happen to you. Then he thought about how he'd be there, how he could watch every move you made and make sure you were safe. "Fine." He caved.

Your smile stretched wide, the kind that slightly crinkles the corners of your eyes, yet it was still a soft and tender one. You were glad that Peter and Winston would be safe for another night, and that they could rest and regain their strength for tomorrow.

"Here, use these." Peter grabbed a spare coverall from Egon's closet and threw it to you. Not even caring to ask Egon.

You caught it haphazardly in your arms, looking down at it in your hands, feeling the heavy fabric drape consumingly over your skin. Even from just holding it in your arms you could already smell the overwhelming fact that it was Egon's.

You'd thought about this moment secretly several times. His scent flooded into your nose, filling your lungs. It made every nerve in your body tingle oddly with an unfamiliar sensation, a strange high, then with an exhale it was gone, but the desire to chase after it was strong.

"Earth to y/n, you gonna put it on or just stare at it?" Peter snapped his fingers in front of your face waving his hand back and forth, trying to snap you from your daze.

"Uhh, yeah, thanks. Sorry, it's just that I've thought about this a lot- being able to help you guys I mean. None of you ever really get to rest for long, you're always on call and have to be ready to drop everything at the drop of a hat to go do a job no one else wants to." You stared at the coveralls in your hands a moment more, really allowing yourself to process everything. "These will work great. Thank you." You smiled starting to put them on over your clothes, but as soon as you went to zip them the zipper caught and you were left awkwardly tugging on it with everyone watching. "I do promise I'm capable of handling this call."

Egon smiled softly at your nervous joking. "That one's zipper is tricky, I'll help you with it." He leaned down grabbing at the bottom of the zipper, pulling the fabric as far away from your body as he could, as to not accidently touch you. He didn't want you feeling uncomfortable. Trying to look anywhere but him you waited patiently for him to figure out the zipper.

Finally the zipper went smoothly up your torso, as Egon zipped it to the top he made eye contact with you, and he had to admit you did look cute in his coveralls, the way they were baggy and too long. And especially with his last name marked as your own.

He'd be lying if he said he'd never thought of you in his coveralls before, for you to proudly brandish his last name. For you to have his last name. But he'd never say it aloud to anyone. It was out of character for him to think like that.

Clearing his throat he turned to the Ecto-1, trying to hide the unnatural heat flooding to his head. "Right, then. Let's go."

Getting to the sight of the call was easy, Ray handled the people well too. You both followed Egon with his P.K.E. Meter up to the door leading to the roof, on your walk up there you had all formed a battle plan to handle this call. The research Egon knew about the apartment complex from a previous call was helpful in knowing what we might expect. This particular call for the problematic building was about a ghost on the roof, Egon had explained to you that the building had somewhat of a reputation for jumpers. The last time they were here they had cleared the building of all spooks, specters and ghosts, but like Egon liked to remind others, new people die everyday.

"Alright, the ghost should be right behind this door, everyone fire up your packs. Stick to the plan and things won't get sticky. Let's do this fast, I have plans after this." Ray braced you at the door to the roof before you all went out. "Is everyone ready?"

Egon nodded putting the P.K.E. Meter away on his belt to switch over to his proton pack, which he preemptively turned on.

With a thick swallow of nerves you followed suit, nodding your head up and down, it felt as heavy as a cement drum, spinning around dangerous possibilities but being to thick and set to stop. Something about this just felt off. It was probably just first time jitters, you're sure they felt the same way their first job too. Even still, there was an unshakable feeling in your gut. But it would be alright. Right? You weren't passed the point of no return yet.

Shaking off any last thoughts of doubt you spoke. "Yeah, I'm ready. Go ahead and open the door."

Nodding with confirmation Ray opened the door to the roof, all seemed quiet and in place. All except the feeling of dread that still clung to the atmosphere.

"Don't let your guard down. Anything could happen anytime." Egon spoke calmly surveying the whole circumference of the roof, his dark eyes leaving no spot unchecked. "I'd use the P.K.E. Meter to find the spook but we already know it's up here, so we can just search for it manually." Egon explained the process to you, hoping it would help calm your nerves if he walked you through the call.

The roof seemed pretty normal, it was dirty and had some rubbish around, even a few shoes here and there, for some reason. You personally couldn't picture being anywhere in New York City without your shoes. But weirdos and garbage wasn't untypical for this city. Besides cigarette butts you weren't exactly sure what you were supposed to be looking for, was there supposed to be an 'X' or maybe some ectoplasmic goo telling you where the ghost was? 

"I thought this call wasn't that serious? How much guard do I need?" You questioned unsurely, the drab feeling in the air suddenly becoming even more unnaturally thick and suffocating, you were starting to feel too far gone to turn back. And each breath you took in the increasingly dire air made that feeling fester in your stomach.

"Any call, serious or not can go south quickly. But you're right, this call won't be bad." Ray smiled to you, trying to calm your sudden tenseness. He was kicking at a pile of trash when he had turned to you, probably checking it for a ghost that was clearly not hiding in it.

"Right." You nodded to yourself, trying to trick yourself into believing that the pit in your stomach wasn't really there, and that everything was going to be alright.

"There she is!" Egon called as the ghostly figure of a woman came flying out of the floor. He was quick to fire. Quick to hit it too. "Ray get the trap!"

"Right!" Ray fumbled grabbing the trap that had somehow tangled itself in all sorts of ways around his belt, with a loud clank it fell to the ground a few feet from his shoes.

All you could do was watch for a moment, astounded, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest from adrenaline and fear. But the clank brought you back and you remembered you had a job to do. You had a team to help.

"Let me help you." You rushed over to Ray reaching for the tangled mess of cords around him and the floor.

"Y/n no! Stick to the plan, you're supposed to be my backup in case she wriggles loose!" Egon shouted trying to hold the thrashing ghost at bay as you and Ray tried to figure out the trap. Things were quickly going wrong. But you still believed it was all manageable, that you could come back from it if you could just get the damn trap uncoiled from Ray.

"I will! You have her alright for now, and Ray could use some help." You got the last bit of the cord uncoiled from Ray, turning to celebrate to Egon you were instead met with an angry ghost coming at you head on.

You screamed feeling your feet lift from the ground. The panic began to set in as you felt the weightless sliding of the tread of your boots scrapping over the concrete, but never making enough friction to stop, the one thing that was supposed to help you was as useless as rock climbing with butter rather than chalk.

The way your body slipped over the ledge didn't feel real, it didn't feel right. Almost like you were just spectating your own demise. You could accept your boots sliding, but falling felt odd, you weren't supposed to fall. You were supposed to keep your promise of a safe return.

"Y/n!" Egon ran to the ledge with every bit of adrenaline his body could take. His heart was nearly beating out of his chest as he peered over the edge. He expected to see you splattered on the ground, in fact he was preparing himself for it. But you weren't, hanging on haphazardly you clung to a small ledge made from the old buildings detailing.

"Ray take care of the ghost, I have to help y/n." Egon yelled to Ray before turning back to you. "I'm going to pull you back up, can you reach my hand?"

You tried with all your might to reach his fingers, you were mere inches from being able to grab each other. But with each centimeter you'd get closer to him, to rescue, you could feel yourself being pushed backwards, the building had been constructed in such a way that there was an outward slant making it so if you attempted to reach any higher to get to him, you'd knock yourself off of the small ledge you were on. "No, I can't." You brought your hand back down grasping onto the small detailing. The hold was awkward and nearly impossible to keep. You had tears welling in your eyes. 

You were going to die and Egon was going to watch. You should have listened, listened to Egon, listened to your gut. Maybe then you wouldn't be holding on to an old buildings crumbly ridges for dear life.

"Then you're going to have to climb a little higher, you can put your foot there and It'll give you enough height so I can reach you. I'm going to pull you back up, you're going to be alright." He refused to meet the look of fear in your eyes, he refused to let you fall, he refused to let you give up hope of him saving you. He had to save you, or he would always blame himself for letting you come in the first place. In the end it was his choice, and your death couldn't be on his hands. He would never be able to look at himself again if you fell.

Looking around you evaluated every possible scenario, you were losing your grip and your strength, you were slipping. And there was no where to really put your foot like he said. There was only one thing left you could think to do, one last thing to try before time ran out. "There's a lip Egon, if I try to climb higher, it's going to push me off. I need you to find something you can use to pull me up. A rope or something. But I need you to go fast. Go now."

"No, that won't work-" Egon tried to reason with you, but with every argument he tried the probability of your plan working decreased. You were running out of time. You could feel your grip loosening, you were getting pumped. Your holds were bad, you were doomed from the start. Logistically you never should have been able to grab on and stop yourself from falling in the first place.

"Egon! Don't argue- just go! I can't hold on much longer." You took turns releasing you hands and shaking them, trying to get some of strength back in them. Your calves were beginning to cramp and tense from the only part of your feet keeping you on the wall being your toes. "Just please, find something." Tears were flowing down your cheeks now, you were scared. If he took too long you were done for, you might have been done for anyway. You didn't know if you had the strength to pull yourself up, you just hoped the adrenaline would help you.

"Right, right. Yeah, stay put, don't move." You saw him look behind him, then disappear out of sight.

You waited a moment, making sure he had time to be far away from the ledge. Looking for an object you knew was not present on the roof at all.

Taking a deep breath you released every hope and dream you still held onto, moving your shaky hands and feet you tried to find the most opportune position to try this from, the one that would give the most leverage. And once you were confident enough in your efforts, you took one final deep, shaky breath and leapt, putting every ounce of strength you had left into your limbs.

The edge came so close to you you felt your fingers scrape against the rough surface, you could have grabbed onto it, but your hand slipped, tearing your skin. Your heart fell the height of the forty story building before your body ever did. You were so close. So close. You could feel everything slip away from you as you began to fall, yet it was so slow, you could have counted each beat of a hummingbirds wings, and still have time to spare for lamenting. You had always heard that time slowed down before you die, but you'd never believed it. Until now that is. Until you were living it.

You had time to regret every little thing you'd ever done in life, time to re-watch every choice that had gotten you into this situation in the first place. You saw it all; you saw the flyer in the paper, your interview, and your first week working for the Ghostbusters, you saw each of your friendships be kindled with everyone in the firehouse. You saw the seeds of feelings for Egon be planted and begin to grow, each conversation you'd had with him replayed, including his argument for you to stay. But you hadn't listened. You didn't listen to him, or your gut. Now you were forced to reap what you had sown. All of it.

Clarity came with the fall, and you decided that given another chance you'd walk the same path, you'd arrive at the same destination. Because though you were slipping away from all hope, if you'd never ended up in this situation you never would have met Egon, you never would have experienced the good that came with the fall.

If you had never volunteered to go on this call, in your place it could have been Peter, or Winston falling. Just the thought of that was enough for you to be glad it was you and not them. You were okay with this, you had no other choice but to be okay with this, you couldn't try again. You knew the risks and still jumped anyway, you knew the risks of coming, and you still came. Just because you didn't truly understand consequence, doesn't change the fact you knew there was risk. 

Being honest with yourself, you didn't want to die, you weren't ready to die. There were so many things you never got to experience. You didn't want to die. You were scared of dying. But it was too late for you to change your fate. No take backs, no second chances. This was it. 

Just as true realization set in that you were going to die, two hands rocketed out from over the ledge, grabbing onto your still outstretched arm. The ferocity that the hands held onto you with, stopping you from falling jolted your body, dislocating your shoulder, and making your body slam into the building. The pain and black spots filling your vision couldn't stop you from grabbing just as tightly onto them with your other hand. 

From the top Egon pulled with all his might, he had you now and he wasn't letting go. He'd be pulled off of the ledge before he let you go. He was going to pull you back up onto the roof, back to safety.

Swinging your leg back onto the roof you hoisted the rest of you back up too, pushing yourself and Egon back onto the solidity of the roofs ground at last. Falling back into his arms you began to sob. You didn't want to die.

"Y/n, my dear y/n." He held onto you so tightly you thought you might pass out, but that could have been the adrenaline wearing off and the pain in your shoulder setting in. 

"You never left! You waited for me!" You yelled in distraught joy, you were ugly crying into Egon's chest and you couldn't bring yourself to care about how pathetic you might look, because you were alive.

"I'm not a fool, I saw it in your eyes, I saw what you were planning." He was tired and out of breath, his voice was shaky and he sounded hoarse. He sounded like he was crying.

"But how- how did you know?" You asked letting go of the adrenalin and letting the moment sink in, letting reality sink in. Which made you cry harder.

"I just did. I knew you wouldn't want me to watch you die, so before trying anything reckless you would try to get rid of me. That's how I knew." His hands pet over your head repeatedly, more so to comfort himself than you. He was scared too, he was coming off adrenalin too, he was crying too.

"I didn't want to die, I was so scared." You whimpered clutching his coveralls into tight balls in your hands. You felt that if you let go of him you'd wake up from all of this, that this was just a dream of a possibility that you didn't actually get to live. That if you let go of the physical proof of him you'd resume your descent down to the ground.

"I know, I know. I've got you, I caught you. I'm never letting you go again." He wanted to get off the roof but he was afraid of moving, afraid of losing you.

"Fine by me." You laughed, you were in hysterics realizing what you tried, realizing how poor a decision that was. But there was nothing else for you to try. 

"Hey, are you two alright?" Ray came running over not knowing anything that had transpired, he was focused on catching the ghost like Egon said to.

"No, but we will be." Egon answered moving us both to sit up, and scooted us a few inches farther from the ledge. 

"Well I caught the ghost, so we can leave now." Ray Helped both Egon and you to your feet, only feeling comfortable standing so soon because Ray held onto each of you until you were stable. 

"Yeah, we should go. Probably to the hospital, my shoulder is not doing so good." You leaned against Egon for support, standing so soon made spots appear in your vision from the pain. 

"That would be an extraordinarily good idea." Egon held onto your good arm helping you both to walk, you were both still really shaken up. You almost died, it takes longer than five minutes to recover from that. But you were going to recover. 

"I think I'm kind of over heights, l don't think I'll be on top of anything tall for a long time." You said as Ray opened the door back into the building for you and Egon. "And I think I'm just fine with only taking the calls from now on too. No more volunteering."

"I think I agree with that notion." Egon agreed calling the elevator down the hall. "It'd certainly give me peace of mind."

"So, what happened while I was catching the ghost?" Ray asked feeling like he missed something.

"We'll tell you in the car." It was too soon for you to go back over it, you were still too high in the air, maybe on ground level you'd feel more open to it.

"Was it serious?" Ray asked very concerned. "Should I call someone?" He continued to probe as You all piled into the elevator.

"In the car Ray." Egon answered patting his shoulder. "In the car." 

[randomfoggytiger]

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part VI): Maggie Scully and Mulder Meet

Ascension begins Maggie Scully and Mulder's relationship-- an interesting one, since they are reflections of each other at different stages of emotional development and grief in relation to Scully.

Ascension

When Mulder meets Maggie, he hears her before he sees her: “This is my daughter’s apartment. Let me go, I have to get through! I have to get in!” 

Mulder intercepts gently (“Mrs. Scully?”) before she can erupt, snapping out of his woozy dissociated state briefly-- clearer eyes, firmer sense of direction-- to reach out and calm her. It doesn’t work how he intends: he hadn’t noticed Scully’s (or Duane Barry’s) blood on his hands, nearly planting it on Mrs. Scully’s shoulders. 

Maggie notices first, zeroing in on his hand, then his face. 

Mulder’s clear, compassionate answer-- “She’s not in there”-- marks him as Maggie’s only reliable source for answers. She settles back from her rage, trusting him to give an answer to her calm “Where is she?” 

When he doesn’t immediately respond, Maggie swiftly reiterates, “Where is she?” 

Maggie Scully (explored later in One Breath) has already suffered a devastating loss-- her husband-- and is now faced with having lost and maybe never recovering a child (the first of many Scully children to be taken away.) Her anger at being denied a straight answer almost escalates into rage, but a piece of herself immediately reacts to and understands that Mulder is there to help-- and further, Mulder is there to listen and understand (as he has already listened and understood the victims of crimes, evidential or paranormal.)  

Maggie confesses, wobbling over tears: “I knew it would happen this way. I had this dream about Dana being taken away.” 

Maggie is definitely more open than her daughter to displays of wild emotion and paranormal admittance: she expects Mulder to give credence to her dreams, despite being the Catholic mother of his partner and a practical stranger. Further, his compassion and natural empathy draws her closer to him, standing almost flush next to him and letting him guide her out of the room (so the forensic team can take photos for evidence.)

“It's so strange. I, uh, I was gonna call her. But I was afraid I was gonna scare her. 

An interesting note: When she’s upset and stressed out, Maggie sweeps her bangs and hair aside to little effect. Most likely it's because of the blessing and curse of having thick, curly hair sweeping onto a hot, sweaty face; but it’s a detail she seems to have passed on to Scully, who sweeps aside her own thick hair whenever stressed or anxious. 

“She would have laughed at me anyway. She doesn’t believe in that kind of thing, y’know?” 

Maggie pulls herself more together at this thought, the reminder of her daughter’s endearing skepticism bringing a smile to her face.

When the episode concludes in disaster, Maggie meets Mulder in the park, hoping he has news about Scully. Mulder is too engrossed by his thoughts to be aware of her approach, giving Maggie one of the rare glimpses of seeing an unguarded Mulder this early in the series.

“Agent Mulder? Thank you for calling me.” 

At Mulder’s “I’m sorry I don’t have better news”, she responds: “Do you know something? Is Dana okay?” 

Mulder spares her feelings as best he can: “I don’t know anything more about her.” 

Maggie collects herself with sheer, iron will:

“I know you’re doing all you can.” 

Mulder doesn’t dismiss their conversation, motioning for her to sit and allowing Maggie to open more about her fears. He knows the horror of having no one to talk to about tragic loss; and he doesn’t want Mrs. Scully to go through it alone. 

He swivels his attention back to Maggie when she begins to speak: 

“I had that dream again last night about Dana being taken away? I can’t tell you how it scares me.” 

Mulder’s hard-won wisdom shines through: “It’s probably scarier if you stop having that dream.” 

Which would be true: Mulder has never stopped having those dreams; and, although his demons still follow him into his sleep, they keep Samantha’s memory alive and his dedication unwavering. 

Maggie is struck with his insight.

Mulder is unassuming; and yet, in one simple statement, he reveals he has lived and understood an area of life that Maggie, despite her decades longer on earth, has yet to begin to fathom. He has learned-- is still learning-- these peculiar sorrows; and shifts her entire worldview with one thought. She knows this knowledge was gained through the harshest, most brutal of circumstances, intuits he has traveled this road longer than she has, and almost fears how long she will have to wait for her own to end. But through the fear shines the hope. 

It is this moment that wins Mulder forever to Maggie:

her trust becomes immovable, letting him rage in the hospital for her daughter, taking up for him across the barrel of a gun, always pardoning him for the countless tragedies that occur in her life.

She even gives him a patented, sad Scully smile: eyes squinting, face pulled tight and to the side. 

But the smile doesn’t last-- sad Scully smiles never do-- and grief overwhelms Maggie. She, unlike her daughter, is not ashamed to publicly crumble with grief (like she is not afraid to admit her paranormal dreams.) 

Interesting to note: Mulder has not learned to hug somehow who is crying... yet: Irresistible is the first time; and it’s Scully who embraces him first, opening up that side of himself forever. But, for now, he sits here commiserating with a similarly grieving soul. 

Mulder at first doesn’t want to-- remaining silent and contemplative for a stretch-- but finally struggles with words, then simply hands over Scully’s necklace (“Found this.”)

Maggie is stunned;

but even more so when Mulder spills his heart, voice softened, mournful, and reflective. She catches each of his meaningful words: “Something I never considered about her…” 

the truth of the depth of their relationship dawning on her. 

As it is never explicitly spelled out in canon what Maggie is thinking here, it is possible to conclude two things:

#1. Maggie realizes how deeply integrated Mulder is with her daughter, a far closer relationship than she had assumed.

#2. (I believe) Maggie realizes Mulder loves Scully. She listens, enraptured, as he metes out little treasured hordes of thought about her daughter; that he’d thought about, considered her beyond a coworker and is mourning her like a family member (and not just any family member) awakens a new (and heart-wrenching, judging by her expression) thought: this man loves her daughter. And, from her perspective, he either doesn't want to admit it for personal reasons or he doesn't know it yet.

Either way, Mulder is now learning the lesson she learned a few months ago: the loss of her own partner. And, for all of Mulder’s advanced wisdom in grief, this is one he hasn’t live through… yet. 

To Mulder’s “Why did she wear that?” (when he recovers his normal mien), Maggie responds: “I gave it to her on her fifteenth birthday.”

The necklace is no longer just a touchstone for Scully, a mark of her wavering faith: it is now a talisman for her loved ones, something that ties their hopes together.

Here, Maggie makes an important decision, subtly stating her own thoughts on the matter and as good as giving her blessing (in whatever form the viewer reads it): she hands Scully’s cross back to her partner-- an acknowledgement of his superior right to her daughter’s life. 

Mulder doesn’t get it (“Don’t you want to keep it?”), divining only a fraction of Maggie’s affirmative, “When you find her, you give it to her.” 

Maggie has at least restored Mulder's faith in himself, though he misses her other motherly and deeply personal undertone to this agreement. 

And so concludes Ascension.

Maggie is naturally weighed down already, quivering over her dreams and desperately wanting her daughter back now-- she is losing hope. Mulder, meanwhile, has lost faith in himself as he clings to hope; and he reaches out to restore Maggie's hope, which she reciprocates by restoring his faith.

However, as the months pass by, Maggie completely loses that hope, ordering her daughter's tombstone and Mulder completely loses that faith, giving up on himself and his X-Files. Interestingly enough, it's Melissa Scully that restores faith and hope by showing them that their choices have an effect on Scully-- and they'd better smarten up and choose wisely.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 34/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

They called him Toloache, for the beautiful but dangerous flower. Those closest to him called him Guapo or Principe. He was preternaturally charming, graced with delicate features that allowed him to fly under the radar, to appear innocent and unassuming right up until the point that he pressed the muzzle of his glock into the side of your neck.

His mother, may she rest in peace, did everything within her power to keep him on the straight and narrow. She put him in sports, enrolled him in a Big Brother program so he would have a healthy male role model, and warned him of the tactics that MS-13 would use to lure him in. But she worked long hours, and the streets of L.A. are a scary place for a skinny half-gringo with no protection. He met an older boy named Rafael with a ragged-edged “13” tattooed on his rib cage, and for the first time in his life he knew how it felt to have a friend. His mother tried to save him from himself, but her life ended on the 405 under the weight of an 18-wheeler, and Rafael’s couch sounded like a much better prospect than foster care. He was thirteen, still just a boy, when he got his age and the name of his new family etched into the skin over his heart. He remembers looking at his own bruised and swollen face in Rafael’s bathroom mirror, smiling so wide that his split lip opened back up and blood ran down his chin. He was one of them, and he always would be. He had a family that could never die. That would never abandon him like his father did.

He stands before the mirror in his own bathroom, in a life that bears no resemblance to the one that belonged to him before he was plucked out of the Twin Towers Jail and made into an honest man. Now that he knows where to look, he can see the faded remnants of the tattoo that was removed from his chest, and recall the origin of a thin scar on his rib cage. Every night he is plagued by nightmares full of the tinny echo of gunfire and the fearful wail of men pleading for their lives. His nose is tinged with the smell of gunpowder and burnt-up crack pipes, and spicy, expensive cologne.

“Daddy, can I have a popsicle?”

He turns to see Abby in the doorway, dressed in pink shorts and a Hello Kitty T-shirt, and he smiles.

“Sure, mijita, go ahead. Thanks for asking,” he says, patting her on the head.

“Are we going to see Mommy soon?” she asks, and Cal feels an ache in his chest.

“I hope so,” he tells her, though he isn’t sure whether they will ever see Dana again.

“I can’t wait to tell her about the mouse in the garage. She’s gonna go like this.”

Abby pulls an exaggerated face of terror, making him laugh.

“You think Mommy is scared of a little mouse?” he challenges her. “Mommy’s pretty brave.”

“It scared me,” Abby admits, looking at the ground.

“Hey,” Cal says, squatting down in front of her. “You can be scared and brave at the same time, did you know that?” Abby shakes her head. “It’s true. I bet Mommy will be very proud to hear about how you helped capture the mouse.”

Abby smiles self-consciously, then wordlessly turns and leaves the room. He goes back to the mirror, looking at the man he’s become. A husband. A father. A provider and protector. A man his mother would have been proud to call her son. He never wants to go back. He doesn’t want to be Toloache, or Guapo, or Principe. He wants to be Cal. He wants to be Daddy.

“Daddy!”

Something about the pitch of Abby’s voice sends him rushing down the stairs. She’s standing in the hallway, staring at the front door with a slowly melting popsicle in her fist.

“What’s wrong?” he asks breathlessly, his heart pumping.

“There’s somebody at the door,” she says. “A man looked in the window.”

Cal’s blood runs cold.

“Go in the living room,” he commands, a little too sharply, and Abby scurries away.

He peeks out the windows that flank the front door, but doesn’t see anyone. Slowly, he turns the knob and opens the door just a crack. Still, there’s no one there. Opening the door all the way, he spots a white envelope tucked under the edge of the doormat. He quickly retrieves it and then closes and locks the door.

“Who is it, Daddy?” he hears Abby call out from the other room.

“Mommy?!” Pete asks hopefully.

“It was nobody, guys,” he tells them. “Don’t worry about it.”

He carefully opens the envelope and pulls out a single sheet of paper.

Cal,

Get on the train at the Henryton Tunnel tomorrow at noon. Bring the children. I have a way out.

With Love,

Dana

His heart pitches up into his throat seeing her delicate, swooping scrawl. She’s been gone five days, and he’s done as she asked. He’s kept the children safe, continued to administer their vitamins, and given only vague, noncommittal answers regarding their mother’s whereabouts. The idea that they may be able to be together again, to be a normal family, makes him feel sick with hope. Even after losing eight years of context, the little sliver of time he spent as her husband was enough to convince him that he’d be willing to do just about anything to hold on to this idyllic life.

He walks into the living room, where Abby and Peter are eating popsicles on the couch—something Dana would not approve of.

“Hey guys, how would you like to see Mommy tomorrow?” he asks, and the children spring to their feet, jumping up and down with excitement. He watches them, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in days.

Toloache. Guapo. Principe. They were willing to fight and kill for money, power, and respect. Cal has only one thing he’d be willing to fight for. His children. His wife. His family.

God help the man who dares to lay a hand on any one of them.

Tagging @today-in-fic

[alegacyofmonsters]

Legacies 1x02 Rewatch

Hope's love for Shakespeare should've been a common thread through the seasons

Missing Emma hours. They all needed therapy so bad.

Lizzie getting so enthusiastic about game day 😭😭😭 Protect her at all costs

No because the way Josie's black magic had negative effects on Lizzie but Josie not being affected when Lizzie did black magic was never explained will always be one of the worst Legacies mysteries. I'm just gonna have to assume it's because Lizzie always handled hers better.

"Maybe you're pregnant" is an ironic insult to use on a lesbian virigin

"Bounce MG" 😭😭😭 She's the definition of unserious

The way Hope was sharing memories left and right in the first few episodes and then never again. It's such a cheap special effect too???

Hafael's chemistry was off the charts and I can't believe they never shared more than a dream kiss

"I have ACTUAL magic powers" Is this wolf on wolf violence??

"Put a shirt on." I see where Lizzie gets it from

"Dad loves Hope more than us." "You're being melodramatic." "You really want Dad to stop loving us? Keep it up." Mm hmm. Nasty.

The way Alaric probably will miss Lizzie's wedding too ...

Just not for the reason she thinks

Hope mocking Landon for running like she didn't just get called out for being a runner last episode. I'm gonna need you to tone down the soulmatism here.

The Connor-Dana-Josie trio truly is something else

"I was being recruited by D1 schools before I got here" TELL US MORE. GIVE US YOUR WHOLE BACKSTORY. I CAN'T BELIEVE WE NEVER GOT IT.

"I've been at the school for two days and I've already heard all about Hope Mikaelson and her sunny disposition." #People need to keep Hope's name out of their mouth at that school

Really can't believe we didn't get another football episode ever

I can't prove it but Connor shoving Kaleb to the ground from behind was racially motivated, I just know it

Sorry but Lizzie talking about "perky little boobs" unprovoked is gay. Why are you looking at other girls' boobs and why are you obsessing over how perky they are. That's gay.

"When someone other than Lizzie takes a shot at Josie, they tend to wake up with scabies." Big sister energy for sure. Everyone else is wrong, sorry, not sorry.

"If Lizzie Saltzman is what you want, I can help you get her." SHE'S NOT A PRIZE.

"Does a girl have to have a motive to do charity work?" Cruel but iconic

"I just want to take a minute to let you know how proud I am. You're all doing a great job." How did anyone think she was a bitch?? Just because she came up with some funny nicknames???

No because do you ever think how Lizzie was literally trained to lose games for other people's benefits her whole life and then that's exactly what she did for the Merge? Oh I'm gonna be sick.

MG the second someone bullies Lizzie:

No but Penelope, Dana, Josie, Alyssa ... there's a clear pattern there ...

Hope is such a bitch 😭😭😭 I love her

"If he says there is a fire breathing woman running through the woods, then there's a -" "THERE'S A FIRE BREATHING WOMAN RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS." This show is comedy gold

"Maybe she wants the knife you said you don't have." Get him again Hope

The fact that Lizzie just let Dana walk all over her but the second Dana insulted Josie, the gloves were off

"Maybe I just get a thrill from tormenting all the crazies." ABSOLUTELY NASTY.

MaYbE yOu'Re FeElInG a LiTtLe DeLuSiOnAl BeCaUsE yOu'Re OfF yOuR mEdS

"You can count on my steel." "Ew, gross." TELL ME AGAIN HOW YOU THINK SHE LIKED IT WHEN HE HIT ON HER REPEATEDLY AFTER BEING REJECTED

No ThIs IsN't WhAt We TaLkEd AbOuT And???

"Can you prioritize your rage?" 😭😭😭 No, Rafael, it's how she flirts

"Not if SHE has anything to say about it"

"MY dAd bUiLt ThIs ScHoOl" Okay, first of all, Alaric is father to like 90 kids so I need you to calm down and secondly, I forgot how self-centered and entitled Josie was in S1. I know it only gets worse from here.

"It's like she appears out of smoke." She's been there the whole time. Just because you've been pretending to ignore her because your crush is not gone, doesn't mean she's not there.

"My immortal soul." Well wait until your body's immortal too Lizzie

I love how Penelope was willing to find a compromise between the twins and Lizzie was immediately down

So YoU cAn ThRoW mE uP LaTeR

God I love this show but I truly hate the shot inconsistency. Tell me why Josie tackled Dana and bounced back to her feet but somehow six seconds later was back on the ground to screw the team with her spell.

What exactly was on the clipboard Penelope was holding the whole time

Real answer: She was just holding it to look like a boss bitch and it worked

Lizzie throws literal PUNCHES to defend her sister

"Earth magic" implies the existence of air magic, fire magic, water magic ... Imagine if Legacies embraced the whole elements thing ...

"This hatred, this vengeance, this isn't you. It can't be you. I won't allow it." And yet he said nothing when his daughter went around ACTUALLY killing other students ... no wait, he made one of her victims play her bodyguard.

Us never getting to see the insides of those ritzy Salvatore School bathrooms is a crime

"You're my sister. My best friend. She spent the last ten years making us feel like we don't matter." I wish I could go back in time and tell Lizzie the whole truth

"I don't like that feeling that way. Not from Hope. Not from girls like Dana. Not from Dad. And not from you." "I promise."

"You had my back today." When? No, like genuinely, when? Lizzie was out there defending Josie against Dana left and right but when did Josie have her back??

"What are we gonna do about Dad?" "More like what is he gonna do to us?" Give you a hug. Literally.

Hayley missing from the photos gets me every time 😥😥😥

[mad-hunts]

“I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.”

after hearing those first three words, barton decided almost immediately that the other must've been lying through her teeth. he saw the look that she gave him. or, what he perceived to be a look, anyway. it was filled with unease at what she was witnessing; though, barton truly hadn't done anything wrong ( yet ). though he supposed a part of him could understand why this might look bad to other people. he was going on a date with a woman he'd met a week prior that night and she seemed to be completely 'trashed' now. which, didn't exactly inspire confidence in anyone around him that she was one hundred percent 'a-okay.' it unfortunately wasn't unheard of for criminals to try to get their victims in an inebriated state so that they could steal from them more easily or worse. especially in a city like gotham.

but if barton was being honest, his date being what he liked to call a ' light weight ' and getting drunker than a skunk off of just two drinks was not something he wanted to happen. things just seemed to steer in that direction as he had faith that his partner could make her own informed decisions about how much alcohol she wanted to consume. she was only a few years younger than barton, after all, but it seemed like she had bit off more than she could chew anyhow. a sigh left the blonde's lips as he adjusted his hold on her slouching body so she wouldn't fall. he was hoping, or perhaps praying might be a better word to use in this context, that giving her a ton of water to drink might help relieve her of some of her symptoms; the most concerning one arguably being the most obvious one. but that unfortunately didn't come to pass. barton's date, dana, could not stay on her own two feet to save her life.

and it was really starting to annoy barton. in the end, however, he had to remember that they were in a quite populated bar environment and openly showing that? it might not be the best move to make. thus, barton plastered on the best smile that he could while his eyes zeroed in on khare's. the more friendly he appeared... the better, as that would probably make her more amenable to leaving the two of them the hell alone. barton was planning on killing dana after this date, and nothing was going to change that, ❝ oh, yeah. i totally get that. you can never be too careful whenever it comes to this town, right? but i promise you that my date is in good hands! me and her were just talking about how i'm gonna drive her home because she's had a little too much to drink. right, dana? ❞

a beat had passed without no response from his date, but then a hurried nod came from her as she fazed back into reality. god's — why couldn't this have been like any of the other dates he'd been on that week that ended in disaster for the other person? barton thought he had always been pretty careful not to draw attention to himself while he was out. and that way, he wouldn't be remembered, but he probably would be now. the actual action of opening the door in front of him couldn't come soon enough; a recited, nervous chuckle leaving his mouth, ❝ anyways... you saw my beautiful partner confirm it. now, would you please excuse us? i believe dana also said something about feeling nauseous, and i do not want to be cleaning vomit off my seats. so, the sooner we leave, the better. ❞

[a-hobit]

I guess what i thought mattered didn’t matter at all. Am I crazy misunderstanding this stuff? Am I looking too deeply into it?? I didn’t enjoy Gravity Falls ending as much as I expected but it was still satisfying — Supernatural was just a train wreck — SVTFOE was so beyond the point of the show I didn’t even understand why they would go that route?? — Amphibia was…less emotionally driven than I had wanted it to be with the parallel they set up but it was okay — and now The Owl House…just tossing any of the parallel down the drain? Any of the “oh real life and real people are much scarier than any eldritch horror”? “Humanity is terrifying by itself”? Philip was a person — a real human who was manipulated to think the way he did but had multiple opportunities — just like real serial killers! — to realize that not only what he was taught was wrong but that the people of the Iles are just…people. I thought that made a terrifying villain for someone like Luz who loves to see the “humanity” in everyone to find someone so lacking that humanity (a human HIMSELF) that they’d waste 400 odd years trying to “rid the world” of the things they believed so strongly were something bad.

He is misguided but not redeemable.

And that is horrifying to think about because that man could be your neighbor! Your daughter! Your little brother who you raised and loved.

Anyone can be that monster they see in the mirror.

You could be that monster.

But because of that love — that care and that time you put into the relationships you have — the way you can look at yourself and decide every day that you are not a reflection of that past or that person you model after accidentally or purposely you can decide to be better than it — better than those who can’t take a look and see that they are wrong.

Those who can’t admit or apologize or allow themselves to feel guilty because they are the hero and the hero isn’t a villain.

But maybe that wasn’t what it was about at all.

Maybe I just saw what I wanted and got what I deserved.

This isn’t on Dana and the crew — everyone seems to love it but me and a couple others. I hate to be in the minority but I get it. I can’t do much but just cry and hope that my broken heart mends quicker than it did last time and move onto something else that will disappoint me.

Agh I’m mad at myself but I can’t help the way I feel. Peace. ✌️

[spookyserenades]

Soooo I'm back and i wrote an essay:

Chapter 10

I love the Scooby Doo gang a lot. How Namjoon is eager to learn and help. Also the fact that it brings them together without too many fights 😂

The brewery scene was hot and unexpected. I'm saying unexpected because i kinda hoped she'd go over to the waiter and everyone will be Uhm Ma'am sit yo ass down. But i liked it nonetheless with killer teddy bear being all mrrr. Also, Hobi and miss gorl Alice i see you and you need to either get to it and make us super jealous or nothing at all😭

The surprises for Namjoon and Jimin were so sweet they warmed my heart. The lengths she'll go for them is unimaginable. Like she could've just been like yep there you go a house and food do your thing, but no, she has a big heart.

Now the 3 events. Liked Hobi's, but I'm a lot more inclined towards Yoongi's and Tae's. The fact that be only has eyes for her my love🥹 I want one pls! And then Tae's i get on another level. As an artist myself, i tend to paint people i love a lot, to get the appreciation back is absolutely ecstatic. Also very touchy touchy sir i see you too👀

And then the cliffhanger, bad Dana. Very bad.

Chapter 11

I need to know how the fight went down between them 3. Like air, Dana, I'm telling you! Poor Hobi, he probably thought he's getting kicked out 🥺

Kookie kookie kookie, you are more smitten than we thought you were. Hiding it under the I needed to scent, oh Jin will be a pain. Shut up you lil bastard 😏

And the scenting? I was so giddy...give us more pretty please ☺️

WE HAVE MORE HORSES! Are we also getting a y/n ride scene? It doesn't have to be a horse tho 👀

OMG good job Hannah! Oh i'm happy she is getting a better life. Can't wait to meet her. 🤭🫢😧😐😒Scrap that! Hannah is competition.

Oop jumpscare! Yoongi baby you are wearing JK's personality and that doesn't suit you.

Oh babies🥺🥺🥺

Oh what? Question mark? The bar is...what? Very cryptic. Ok.. Yoongi you locked the door you didn't make the room soundproof. Did they talk about sharing her between themselves? Cuz I'd like to read that as well 😏

Ooop like a sack of potatoes. Uuuuu, are we ever honna see y/n extra super drunk like at that bar?

NOOOO FUCK! YOU ARE SO EVIL WOMAN WHYYYYY?😭😭😭😭

Hiii love nice to hear from you again!! Hope you're well, I can't wait to discuss your thoughts about the last two chapters with you! 💞💞

Chapter Ten -

fdsjfdsjf the Scooby Doo gang I love that!!! MC, Joonie, and Jeongguk make quite the little paranormal investigation squad, I'm definitely looking forward to writing some more adventures the trio will go on with their ghostbusting interests. AHH and the brewery scene was so fun, they hybrids getting to go out and have a good time with MC and Alice was really exciting for me to write. I did play with the idea of MC flirting with the waiter as well, but in the end I wanted to display some of Taehyung's growing possessiveness. Besides-- MC definitely has her hands full with the seven of them! As for Hoseok and Alice *evil laughter* 💀 there are some plot lines that I have planned surrounding those two... we're just going to have to wait and see how it pans out (and how MC will react to it!!!)

MC is just ahhh I want her to adopt me fhdksf like her gift giving skills are unmatched. She really wants all of the hybrids to feel at home and like they have their own belongings, spaces, etc. that make their lives more happy and comfortable. She really really cares for them all 🥺

Hehehe the three events~ for Hoseok's track meet, it was a sort of supportive bestie vibe, whereas Yoongi's and Tae's had a bit more of a romantic feel to them. Tae.. my goodness he probably sees MC as his muse or something, because she's the one who encouraged her to participating in the photography club in the first place. I hope he continues to take pics of her and make friends in the club, as well. He's such a sweet boy, he definitely could use some buddies.

rjGFJDGHD BAD DANA!! I can't help myself with the cliffhangers hehe I'm sorry love!!! 🤭

Chapter Eleven -

So the little spat between Hoseok and Jeongguk... We've seen Hoseok's sort of jokester personality, and I really think he wasn't trying to start anything, but with Jeongguk already on edge needing to scent her again, things got a little heated between those two. Joon, not wanting to upset MC like he had during The Incident (with Tae), played the part of peacemaker, which I think shows how willing he is to change and grow for MC. I think you're right, Hoseok was probably entertaining the idea that MC would be angry enough at him to "kick him out", but MC would never. 😭

AHH and Jeongguk. What a tease!!! I definitely think that he is starting to grow more fond of MC, even though he is a bit reluctant to show it. For some reason, too, he seems to sense how fond Seokjin is of MC, so often brings up his own concern for MC and covers it up by blaming Seokjin hehe....

I do plan on having some horseback riding scenes!! Of course, with our cowboy Jimin, maybe we'll get to see him teach MC how to ride also I see what you did there wink wonk ;)

Hannah!! Good news for her, good news for Seokjin, but MC is already feeling a little jealous. I wonder how things will go down when MC takes Seokjin to meet up with Hannah...

Yoongi being a little impatient and brisk with MC made me upset, too, especially since he's always been one of the softer ones with her. That's probably why MC could sense something was wrong. As for them talking about sharing her, that's certainly a drabble idea, but also, I'm toying with the idea of having it sort of an unspoken agreement between all of the hybrids... we'll see how I decide in the future!!!

SO! When I finally get around to all of the prequels, I plan on having that scene with MC at the bar with Yoongi. Something to look forward to in the future-- his prequel, Fire, Walk with Me. ❤️‍🔥

fjkdszkjfzsjd SORRY FOR BEING EVIL!!! But also thank you for sending me all of your lovely thoughts. Sending you hugs, bestie!! 😘

[cassiejane-writes]

“You’ve Always Got Me”

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairing: Egon Spengler x GN Reader

A/N: Little request for @localsimpmigraine ❣️ I know I don’t know you personally, but I know the feeling, and I know how much Egon fluff makes things better. I only hope that I can help!!

P.S. - I have never written a Y/N… anything before, deepest apologies if this is rubbish.

- That day had been a long month… As in, it dragged on, and things just felt like they were caught in quicksand. The day just couldn’t end fast enough.

- At one point, it had just felt too much. The world was too heavy, and the threat of tears pressed too hard. It was time to unleash the waterworks.

- You found yourself on a battered old car-seat that sat in the corner of the Firehouse garage (it was the original seat that came in Ecto-1, and Ray refused to get rid of it, citing that it was ‘basically a couch’)

- You had your knees tucked to your chest, just letting it out. The guys had all retired to their separate tasks

- Peter was having a date night in with Dana

- Winston had checked in on you earlier pre-waterworks, and said he was going to cook your favorite meal that night (he’s surprisingly good at cooking)

- Ray had finally gotten a new shipment of books, and had retired upstairs to have a quiet night delving into the ‘Fairy Tales: Fantasy or Gruesome Fact’

- “Y/N?” Egon had entered the doorway of the garage, only to hear the soft sobs coming from the not-couch.

- Y/N.exe has stopped responding. Great, just what you need, right? The tall, dark, handsome and always-serious doctor seeing you like this…

- And much to your dismay (and secret desire), he cautiously approached you, head tilted curiously. His brows were furrowed, keenly analyzing your body language.

- It was a personal vow not to ever sit on that dismal not-couch; it was as nasty as the Firehouse was when they first found it, and he didn’t want to know who had once sat on that (and what they had likely done on it).

- But seeing you all curled up tugged at his heartstrings… Something that didn’t happen for most.

- You were such a strong person, always carrying yourself so well, keeping up with the best of everyone. To see such a falter was not only a concerning lapse of emotional stability, it was downright heartbreaking.

- Egon may not have been much of an empath to most, but to you… you had that man wrapped around your finger. He was just intrigued by you, and everything about you. To see you hurt was just as bad as being hurt himself.

- “Y/N, did something happen?” Egon pursed his lips in a frown as he lowered himself onto the car seat next to you.

- You ducked your head further into your knees, shrugging your shaking shoulders as if to say ‘not exactly something but everything’

- A man of few words himself, Dr. Spengler knew that in moments of anguish, words never quite did justice to emotions (hence why he could never find the right way to express his feelings toward you). He knew that sometimes, there was very little to say.

- Which means, he’d have to console you without having a complete understanding of the situation. Which was vague, and only mildly befuddling to the man who liked details… but he’d do it.

- “You don’t have to talk, if you don’t want. I’m here though, if you want to…”

- You were torn. If there was one person you trusted with your life to tell everything to, it was Egon. But at the same time, you knew that your feelings for him posed a barrier. What if you said too much?

- Frankly, you just wanted his arms around you. But what if he said no? What if that was too much?

- The thought made you tense more, which didn’t go unnoticed.

- “Is there anything I can do, or… offer, as consolation?”

- He’s trying very hard not to break out the psychology tactics. After all, you’re his friend (crush), not his patient. And he cares about you far more than he actually cares about his patient subjects.

- “Can you… Sorry-… Can you just… Can I have- a hug…” You were finding the best way to ask without being too awkward, or too pushy, or too needy.

- But this man. It took him a moment to understand what you were requesting (crying + knees made it a bit difficult). But when it registered, there was almost no hesitation.

- “Oh- yes, ah… of course.” He shifted closer to you and snaked an arm around your shoulders, nudging you ever so slightly closer to him.

- You were hesitant at first, trying not to seem too eager to just melt into his arms. But eventually, you do.

- You uncurl yourself and turn into him, resting your head against his chest. His arms come to hold you to him, one hand resting against the back of your head and lightly grazing your hair.

- He sets like that for a moment. For one, he himself has to take the moment to just analyze his own feelings. Because while he imagines this must be cathartic for you… god dANG is this cathartic for him.

- He’s thought about holding you for a while. And while these were not the ideal circumstances, he will take it.

- And you… oh you are melting. For one, this man is warm. But it’s not just that, or the way his chin just lightly rests on top of your head, or the way his scent (old books, fountain pens and Twinkies) hits you just nicely.

- It’s that he feels safe. In his embrace, you feel protected, safe.

- “It’s all right. This is just one day out of 365, in just this year alone. You’ve survived multiple years of these 365 days. You’ve survived days like this before. And there are many multiples of 365-day years that you’ve yet to live.”

- He pauses, because pep talks are really not his thing, but he’s trying to find the best way to cheer you up.

- “Living through that many days, especially when there are days like this, is daunting.”

- He pulls you a little tighter, and you can hear his heartbeat through his sweater vest ((because I personally LIVE for this man in a vest anyway)). His heartbeat is steady and calm. He’s not nervous, he’s not frantic. He has his undivided attention on you, and he is doing his best.

- “But I can assure you. Those multiples of 365-day years won’t be faced alone. You have a lot of people that will be there. You’ve got Ray. And Winston. And Peter and Dana, and even Oscar when he’s at the capacity for conscious understanding. You’ve got Janine and Louis, they’d drop everything to help you.”

- You can feel Egon’s lips spread into the smallest smile as he builds up to the most important statement of them all.

- “And of course, you’ve always got me.”

[vampirewalterskinner]

Ok not to betray the trio but can I get 22 with Walter and Dana? Need to see some of just the two of them🥰🥰

Butttt if you want one for the three of them I’d love more of 4 with them🩵🩵

22. “Please, let me touch you.”

Walter Skinner x Dana Scully

Warnings: mild hurt/comfort, Dana is a dom and I won’t apologize for that, adults only for the link

A/N: I actually ended up writing a LOT on this. I’m only sharing a small bit here but I’m providing a link to the full fic on ao3! 🥰 I hope you like it!

“I didn’t ask for your help. You wandered into my office of your own volition,” Walter corrected, “Why are you even here? It’s long past work hours.”

“Because I heard about what happened. I knew where you would go.” Slim fingers grabbed his chin in a gentle but commanding grip and lifted his face. Walter held his breath when he met her humbling blue eyes. He felt so exposed without his shirt on. With her looking at him the way she always did. Stripping away his flesh and scars. Exposing the soul within. “I knew you would need me.”

A flutter erupted in Walter’s stomach. Despite his walls, he was transparent to her. Need. Such a vulnerable concept for a man like him to wear proudly—so he didn’t. His needs had been buried under a mask of masculinity and unapproachable attitude long, long ago. From the simplest things like having someone touch his hand or acknowledge his existence to an even hungrier necessity, he swallowed it all down. Until Dana snuck her pretty little fingers under his mask and peeled it from his face with red painted nails. Once she saw his soul for what it really was, it was all over. He wasn’t the man she thought he was. The man he hoped he could be. Instead, he was a pathetic and lonely middle aged man desperate to hold a goddess in his arms. Sex had always been a form of stress release for him. It was for a lot of people. Walter shouldn’t be that ashamed of it, but he was. After all, how many bosses ran to their subordinates for that kind of attention? He felt like slime just thinking about it. His eyes roamed away from her beautiful face. Walter tried to pull away from her grasp. His spine straightened and a sharp twinge yanked a groan from gritted teeth. Fuck.

“I’m fine,” he hissed. He felt the sweat on his forehead drip into the fresh cut above his eyebrow. It stung.

Dana refused to release his chin. “Walter—.”

“I don’t need it, Dana. I’m fine. I’m not—,” Walter released a heavy huff and brushed her hand away. He swung his jaw from side to side before bravely meeting her eyes, “I’m not going to use you like that. You deserve better.”

“What if I need it? What if I need you?”

Walter blinked. His hearing had to be deceiving him, right? Would Dana actually say those words to him? He gulped as he studied her. Thin eyebrows knitted. Her eyes held a sad yearning he had never seen on her before. Shoulders slumped and exhausted. Now that he thought about it, her clothes weren’t perfect like they normally were. The colors didn’t quite match. Her skirt hung off her hips rather than her waist and her shirt was wrinkled and poorly tucked. She had dressed in a hurry. Had she come running to see him after she heard about the arrest?

“I know right now, with what we’ve been doing, neither of us is really sure what we are but,” Dana bit her pink bottom lip. She wasn’t wearing makeup. He could see her cute little freckles so clearly. “We still care about each other, don’t we? We’re still friends. Seeing you like this, bloodied and bruised and in pain…I need to know you’re okay. I want to make you feel better.”

She was blushing. Hell, Walter was certain he was blushing, too. Most of their trysts typically started with a heated kiss where their lips smashed together and one of them pinned against the wall. This was a much softer start to something so carnal. It made his stomach quiver. Dana’s hand cupped his face. Another hand touched his thigh. He parted his legs for her without question, allowing her to step between them as her lips hovered over his.

“Please, let me touch you.”

Fuck. She didn’t have to ask.

[atths--twice]

Building Blocks

Being a child of a Navy man means leaving those you care about behind. But not always forever…

I absolutely loooove this one. I hope you do too.

Kittery, Maine Naval Housing Late October, 1973

The leaves crunched under her feet as she ran to the wooded area just past the last row of houses. She turned around and checked to see if anyone was watching her before she slipped past the big tree and kept running, her breath coming out in white puffs. 

Stopping in front of the small, rather warped shed that her father had moved back into the woods for her to use as a fort, she turned the handle with cold fingers. Her mother would tut when she saw that she had once again forgotten her gloves. 

“It’s fall now, Dana,” her mother had said many times recently. “You need to wear your gloves. And your hat.” 

Whoops. She had forgotten the hat as well. 

But it would be fine once she was inside the shed, as it was slightly warmer than outside. 

She opened the door and let out a deep breath before stepping inside and taking off her backpack. Moving the two folding chairs and collapsible tv tray to the center of the space, she opened her backpack and took out the food and items she had brought with her. 

Two chocolate Ding Dongs, a canteen full of water, and a bag of tortilla chips were placed on the now open tray. She had wanted to bring the Doritos as she was partial to them, but she knew her mother would notice if they and the Ding Dongs went missing. 

The chairs opened and arranged, she sat down to wait, her mouth watering at the thought of biting into the chocolate treat in the foil wrapper. 

A whistle sounded, the one she had taught him, and she looked out the open door to see him walking toward her. She grinned even as she felt her heart speed up, something it had been doing lately when she saw him, though she did not understand why. 

“Hello there, Dana Scully,” he said with his lopsided smile, his hands in his jacket pockets. 

“Hello to you, Fox Mulder,” she replied, suddenly feeling very nervous. 

“Oh, Ding Dongs… those are my favorite,” he said as he stepped inside. 

She knew they were. Of course she did. 

“I was going to grab different chips, but…” 

“You mean these?” he asked, pulling Doritos from his backpack and handing them to her. She grinned and nodded as he sat down, taking out his own canteen. “I know you like those.” 

“I do.” 

“Yeah.” He smiled at her as he picked up a Ding Dong, unwrapped it and handed it to her. 

“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him and feeling her stomach jump when his fingers brushed hers. 

“So what’s the plan for today?” he asked, unwrapping his own treat and taking a bite. 

As they ate, she showed him the drawings she had made, discussing what she wanted to do, her nerves falling away as she spoke. 

“Wow. It looks really good.” 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re the smartest person I know, the way you figure out all of those plans,” he said and she stared at him in disbelief, as she always did when he said stuff like that to her. “Even better than some of the boys in my class. And your brother for sure.” He smiled and she felt her cheeks getting warm. 

“He doesn’t listen to me,” she said quietly. 

“Because he’s dumb. Not smart like you. Come on, let’s get to work.” 

They left the little shed and walked further into the woods where they had been building a treehouse over the summer. The other kids living on the base had been around to help when they were all out of school, but had since lost interest. 

Some of the older boys, like Fox, who at eleven was two years older than her, had left because they had not wanted to listen to her ideas. They teased her and called her drawings and plans girlie and dumb.  

“What’s girlie about it?” she had demanded, tears pricking at her eyes though she would not let them fall. 

“Oh no, she’s getting mad,” Paul, one of the oldest boys had said while the others laughed. “Watch out for the tiny thing.” 

“You shut up,” Dana had yelled and they had laughed even more. 

“Let’s go. Who wants to be listening to a little girl anyway. We’ll make our own treehouse. Much better than this baby one.” 

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

And they had left, laughing and mocking her as they did. 

All of them except for Fox, who had walked over and wordlessly picked up the paper Paul had crumbled and tossed on the ground. Fox had smoothed it out against his pant leg and handed it back to Dana. 

“Where should we start?” he had asked and she had turned around to wipe her eyes so he would not see her tears. 

As the weather began to change, they were the only two who continued to venture out into the woods, gathering fallen branches and bringing items they found at home to add to the treehouse. 

Truth be told, the shed was better, but the treehouse required work and figuring things out like a puzzle. Dana loved puzzles and building things with her hands, something most other girls, including her older sister, did not want to do. 

Fox, an only child, spent a lot of time on his own, exploring the woods or reading. Occasionally he joined the older boys, playing whatever sport was popular at the moment. It being fall, football was taking over and he was a good addition when they needed an extra body. 

Paul had teased him when they first started playing, telling him he was spending too much time with Dana and calling her a baby. They had a fight, Paul gaining a black eye from it and Fox a busted lip, but after that, Paul never said anything to Fox about her. 

Dana had been furious at first, telling Fox that fighting was stupid. 

“What if he had knocked out your teeth? Or busted your head instead of your lip?” 

“He wouldn’t. He’s bigger, but I’m faster. He’s lucky it was just his eye that I hit.” 

“But, Fox-”

“He shouldn’t say things like that,” he had interrupted, staring at her with a serious expression. “Not about anyone, but especially about you. You’re a hundred times smarter than him and he knows it. He won’t bother you or talk about you anymore. I promise.” 

And in that moment, when she had not been expecting it, not truly understanding what was happening, she had fallen in love for the first time. 

“You know,” Fox said, as they climbed up the ladder they had made from pieces of scrap wood nailed to the tree. “I think we could maybe somehow connect this treehouse to the other tree there.” He pointed as Dana stood on the landing and followed his finger. “Do you think we could?” 

“Mmm… maybe. If we…” She stepped closer and looked at the tree with its wide branches and thick trunk. “We could make a… like a bridge? I think it might be difficult, but I could draw something up tonight. What do you think?” 

“I think it would be great. Make Paul eat his words.” He bumped his shoulder into her and she grinned. 

“Yeah. It would.” 

“Come on. It’ll be dark soon.” 

When the light began to fade and her fingers had long since remembered how it felt to be warm, Fox had dropped the hammer back into the small toolbox. 

“Well, it’s the most we can do for today.” 

“Yeah,” she agreed, blowing on her hands to warm them. 

They climbed down and walked back to the shed. They put away the chairs and tray, put on their backpacks, and walked out the door, closing it securely. 

He walked her to her house and then waved as he walked away, whistling the whistle she had taught him once again. She watched him until he turned the corner and he was out of sight. 

At her desk in the bedroom she shared with her sister, Melissa, she drew up plans to connect the trees and make a large treehouse. She was happy with how it turned out. Her eyes scanned the paper to look for any mistakes before she placed it into a protective folder to show Fox the next day. 

_________________

She waited for him, Twinkies sitting on the table this time, but for the first time ever, he did not show up. When it got too dark to see, she used her flashlight to guide her way back home, her heart aching and tears clogging her throat. 

Melissa was over at a friend's house and Dana was thankful she had the room to herself so she could cry without being seen. 

After her cry, as she lay in the dark, she heard something hit her window. Looking over, she saw when it happened again. Getting up, she opened the window and looked down to find Fox standing on the lawn. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there today,” he said, dropping the small rocks in his hands onto the ground. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, not wanting him to know how much it had hurt her. 

“It does. Can you come down? I need to talk to you.” 

“You already said sorry.” 

“Please, Dana,” he said softly and she nodded before she closed the window and left the bedroom. 

She left out the back door and walked around the side of the yard, meeting him on the front lawn. 

“I am sorry I wasn’t there today. I wanted to be, but there was a good reason.” 

“What reason?” 

“My dad got new orders,” he said, staring at her with sad eyes. “We’re leaving.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah,” he whispered. “My parents have known for a couple of days, but they just told me this afternoon.”

“You’re leaving? Where are you going?” she asked, tears clogging her throat again. 

“Overseas. Japan.”

“Japan…” Dana breathed. “That’s so far away.” 

“I know.” 

“When are you leaving?” 

“Two days.” 

“Two days?” she asked, unable to hold back the tears that fell down her cheeks. 

“They need my dad quickly. I don’t understand it all, but we leave in two days.” 

“I… I don’t want you to go,” she whispered, wiping her face. 

“I don’t want to go either.” 

“But you have to,” she said, knowing how life worked in the Navy- you went where you were told without question. 

“I have to,” he replied, nodding his head. 

The front door opened and Dana’s mother stood on the threshold, surprised to find them both standing there. 

“Fox? Is everything okay? Your parents are alright?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a tight smile. “I… I didn’t meet up with Dana earlier and I came over to apologize.” 

“Oh, well that was kind of you.” 

“I have to get back home now,” he said, nodding at her mother and then looking at Dana. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah,” she whispered, nodding her head. 

He turned around and walked in the direction of his house, never looking back at them. 

“He’s such a nice boy,” her mother said and Dana began to cry, her hands covering her face. “Dana? What is it, honey?” 

Dana ran to her mother and threw her arms around her waist, crying into the long sweater she wore that smelled of cinnamon. 

___________

“We won’t finish the treehouse,” Dana said the next day as they stood staring at it. 

“We could try to get as much done as we can,” he suggested and she shook her head. 

“I don’t really feel like it,” she said softly. 

“Me either. And I have to be home soon anyway,” he admitted. “I have to pack up my stuff. My mom said she could, but I want to be the one to do it.” 

“I would too,” Dana whispered, thinking about someone else packing her most prized possessions and how much it would bother her. 

“I hate that we won’t be able to try to connect those trees. I’m sure whatever you came up with would have done it.” 

She looked at him and he stepped closer to her, hugging her for the first time ever. It stunned her for a second and then she was hugging him back, closing her eyes as she tried to memorize how it felt to have him so close. 

He stepped back and let her go, smiling sadly as he let out a deep breath. 

“See you tomorrow, Dana Scully.” 

“Yeah. Tomorrow, Fox Mulder,” she said, forcing herself to not cry. 

He inhaled and nodded before he walked away, the special whistle the last thing she heard. 

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Dana’s whole family, along with a few other neighbors, stood on the street saying goodbye to the Mulder family the next afternoon. The women gave them food they had baked while the men offered advice that was already known by everyone. The kids in the neighborhood said goodbye, giving Fox small trinkets he could carry with him in his bag. He nodded his thanks, his eyes often finding Dana’s in the small crowd. 

“Alright,” Bill Mulder said, shaking Dana’s father’s hand for the last time. “We have to get going. Time to shove off.” Everyone laughed out a groan and stepped away from the car calling out for safe travels. 

Fox walked up to Dana and smiled, his hands in his pockets. 

“I’ll write to you,” he said. “Once we get there, I’ll send you a letter.” 

“Okay,” she whispered. 

“Here,” he said softly. “I want you to have this.” From his pocket, he took out a smooth, flat, black stone. “I found this one day out in the woods and I really liked it. I was going to put it in the treehouse, but now… you’ll have to do it… when it’s finished.” 

“Thank you,” she said, taking it from him and nodding as she looked at it. “It’s beautiful.” 

“Fox! Come on!” his father shouted and Fox sighed. 

“I have to go. Goodbye.” 

“Wait! I have something for you too.” She took a folded piece of paper from her own pocket and handed it to him. “It’s a drawing of the treehouse.” He opened it quickly and she watched him as he looked at it. 

“You finished it,” he said with a smile. “It’s perfect.” 

“No. But it’s good.”

“It’s perfect,” he said again, smiling with a nod. 

“Fox,” his mother said. “We have to get to the airport.” 

“Okay, Mom.” He stepped forward and hugged Dana for the last time. “Goodbye, Dana Scully.” 

“Goodbye, Fox Mulder,” she whispered. 

He stepped back and hurried to the car, getting in and closing the door. He waved to her and she waved back, holding her tears in until their car had left the neighborhood and he could no longer see her.

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She never did finish the treehouse. Her heart was no longer in it. 

And six months later, when her family was relocated to the state of Washington, she broke off one of the ladder rungs to take as a keepsake. Adding it to her ‘Fox Mulder’ box, which consisted of the rock he had given her when he left and the three letters he had sent her from Japan, she walked out of the house and did not look back. 

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June 1977 San Diego, California 

Dana locked the bathroom door and took the Polaroid picture out from where she had hidden it under her shirt, her heart thumping almost painfully in her chest. There had been a few pictures and she took the one that she felt would not be missed. 

Seeing him so unexpectedly, as she and some other girls in the neighborhood had come to meet the new family, had made her freeze in place. Her ears rang and the conversation had suddenly sounded far away. 

Fox Mulder, four years older than the last time she had seen him, was smiling at the camera with the same lopsided grin. His hair was longer and his face leaner, looking more like a man. But she could still see the boy she once knew. 

“Did you take these pictures?” she had asked Susan, the older of the two sisters they had just met. 

“Umm,” Susan had said, looking at what Dana was showing her. “Yeah! Well, no. I didn’t take them, but I was there. Isn’t he dreamy? You’ll never guess what his name is!”

“What?” Dana had said, not letting on just yet that she knew him. 

“Fox! Isn’t that a hoot?” Susan had said, laughing with the other girls. “He was so sweet. He wasn’t really attached to any of the girls, but he danced and talked to all of us. One of the girls at the party had my camera and took those pictures. He was a good sport, but I don’t think he really wanted his picture taken.”

”When was this?” Dana had asked, looking through all the pictures again. 

“About six months ago, at a Christmas party at the base we just left.” 

Six months ago, Dana thought, touching his face in the picture. And two years since I’ve heard from him. 

But… he still had the ability to make her stomach flip and her heart race. Even more so now as she could recognize the feelings for what they were and what they had always been. 

She loved him. He had been the first boy she ever loved and the one by which she measured all others. 

And how she missed him. 

Putting the picture back under her shirt, she splashed some water on her face and left the bathroom to ask Susan if she knew how to get in touch with Fox once again. 

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June 1981 Annapolis, Maryland

Dear Dana, 

I still can’t believe I heard from you after all this time. I’m so sorry we lost touch. You have no idea how sorry. 

It’s going to sound crazy, but the day your letter arrived, I had been thinking about that old treehouse and wondering if any children played in it or had added to it. I’m sure if they have, it won’t look anything like your vision. Only you could create something like it. 

“Dana! Come on! You’re going to be late!” 

“Yeah! I’m coming!” Dana called back, putting the letter she knew by heart after all these years back into the ‘Fox Mulder’ box with a smile. 

She checked her hair one last time, grabbed her cap and gown hanging on the back of her door and her shoes from the floor, before she ran down the stairs. 

“It’s your graduation and you’re the last one out the door,” her father said, tapping his watch with his eyebrows raised. 

“Looking good takes time, Daddy,” she said, smiling impishly as she hung the gown up on the small hook and went around to get in on the other side of the car. “We have plenty of time.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed and shook his head, checking his watch again as he too got in the car. 

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October 1982 Cornell University

Dana was reading as she walked to her dorm, checking to see if the answer she had put down in a test was correct. She stopped walking as she scanned the pages, holding her breath until she let it out as relief washed over her. 

“Not that I doubted myself,” she said quietly, closing the book. “And now you’re talking to yourself. Stop it or people will think you’re crazy.” She struggled to get the book back into her bag and when she finally did, she turned and ran directly into someone. 

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” she said, stepping back with an embarrassed chuckle. “I need to watch where I’m go-” 

She stopped speaking as her eyes widened and she took another step back. 

“Hello there, Dana Scully,” came the familiar words that were now spoken in a much deeper tone. 

“Hello to you too… Fox Mulder,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief as he grinned the lopsided smile she loved so much, his hands in his pockets. “What? How are you here? How did you know where to find me? What are you doing here?” 

“I called my mom, who then hunted up the number and called your mom, who then called me back and could not stop gushing over her incredibly brilliant daughter who was currently at Cornell University studying to become an engineer. Well… when I told her I wasn’t at all surprised to hear that, she laughed and said no, she supposed I wasn’t.” He grinned at her and she shook her head again. 

“So you’re… you’re just here? Here?” she asked, her brain not quite understanding what her eyes were clearly seeing. 

“Yeah. I’m here.”

They stared at one another, taking in the new faces they saw, while also seeing the friend they had once known so long ago. She smiled slowly and then threw her arms around his neck, crying and laughing at the same time. 

“I have missed you so much,” she whispered. 

“I’ve missed you too,” he said and she laughed as he squeezed her tightly, lifting her off her feet and spinning them in the crisp autumn air. 

“Please don’t leave again anytime soon,” she said and he laughed as he set her down. 

“I have absolutely no intention of doing any such thing.” 

“Good,” she said, staring at him and still feeling as if it was all a dream. 

“How about we get a cup of coffee? I think we have some catching up to do.” 

“Yeah, we do,” she agreed and he grinned. 

Gesturing for her to lead the way, she began to walk and he fell into step beside her. His hand brushed hers and her stomach flipped as a flush crept over her body. When his fingers intertwined with hers, she exhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief second, a smile tugging at her lips. 

“Do you think the place we’re going to will have Ding Dongs?” he asked and her eyes flew open as she laughed. 

“Not likely, but I know a place close by that sells them.” 

“Good,” he said, squeezing her hand as they continued on the path. 

No, she thought with a smile and almost imperceptible shake of her head. It’s more than good. So much more than good. 

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November 1990 Boston, Massachusetts 

It was late, but she was nearly finished with her project. She had drawn and redrawn it so many times, the lines were beginning to blur. 

Stepping back, she looked at it and nodded, feeling that sense of completion she did every time she got it just right. 

Leaving the papers laid out so she could check them over one more time in the morning, she laid the rock Fox had given her so long ago directly in the middle. Pressing two fingers to her lips, she kissed them and then touched the rock before reaching to turn off the light above her large drafting desk. 

Before she did, her eyes landed on the drawing of the treehouse she had made and given to Fox to take with him when he left for Japan. He had saved it, always keeping it pressed in one of his favorite books so it did not get lost. He had carefully traced over her pencil lines with a black pen when it had begun to fade, wanting to preserve it. 

He had surprised her with it the first night in their first apartment. 

“That’s been all around the world,” he had said, touching the black frame as they both looked at it and her eyes filled with tears. “And now it’s finally back home.” 

It had sat on a shelf until it was the first picture they hung in their new home. 

The second was their wedding picture and some days she was not sure which one she loved more. 

Leaving the office, she intended to head to bed, seeking Fox’s warm body to snuggle into, but a light coming from the backyard porch stopped her. 

She walked through the kitchen and smiled when she saw Fox wrapping multicolored Christmas lights around the railings. Grabbing her jacket, she put it on as she opened the door and stepped outside. 

“What are you doing out here, you crazy man?” she whispered, mindful of the late hour. 

“Adding ambience to our little corner of the world,” he replied, smiling at her before returning to his task. 

“And you couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” 

“No. No time like the present,” he stated, reaching for the last strand and beginning to wind it around the handrail. 

She watched him as she shook her head, too many emotions suddenly nearing the surface. 

“Hey,” she said softly. 

“Yeah?” he replied just as softly.  

“I love you.”

He looked up and smiled, abandoning the lights and walking over to her. She tilted her head back to look at him and his eyes dropped to her lips. 

Pushing onto her tiptoes as he lowered his head, their lips met in the middle, her hands pressed gently to his cold cheeks. He pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Still the smartest person I know,” he whispered against her lips and she exhaled a chuckle. 

“And?” she prompted teasingly, pulling back to look at him. 

“And,” he said, smiling the smile that would forever make her feel weak in the knees. “I love you too.” 

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"maybe, but how would she learn?" tamsin knows that instead of complaining she should probably be more constructive; offer suggestions, help. however, sitting down complaining about it feels like a better usage of her energy. she leans her weight back against her hands and lets her head tilt to look towards dana. at least someone out here gets her. "i was raised on having to deal with the consequences of my actions so," she shrugs, "better hope no one chokes tonight. we'll have to pick a spot a little further away to sleep."