#uncle jesse fic

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Uncle Jesse x fem reader!!!

where one night he plays a gig at a bar with his band and during a few songs he sings, they lock eyes and he’s really interested in her, so during his break he goes and talks to her and they hit it off. She invites him back to her place and things get a little steamy until her shirt rides up a bit and he sees bruises on her torso. (Insert protective Jesse!!) (tw abuse.) maybe you could use the line “the last guy was a little rough.” But Jesse knows those aren’t those kinds of bruises and that someone later their hands on her

Season 3/4 era

Sounds Good To Me

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader 

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Female Reader

Word Count: 1363 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Reader and Jesse get off to a good start until her past makes an unpleasant appearance 

Tags/ Warnings: Kissing, Requested Fic, Request, One Night Stand, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Physical Injuries, Bruising, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Angst, Protective Jesse, Jesse and The Rippers, Uncle Jesse, Set around Season 3/4

Notes: Here ya go @americaarse Hope you like it.

Just a memo other requests might be slow as I'm busy next week and this weekend. I'm going to be doing EP fics for his birthday so I'll be ignoring my inbox till they're done lmao

‘We’ve been Jesse and the Rippers! Thanks for coming out,’ Jesse said as a wave of cheers and applause rippled around the club. He left the stage and headed to the small dressing room the venue owner provided for them. It had been a good show. The crowd liked their material and they’d even managed to sell a good deal of CDs. But that hadn’t been the highlight of his night. No, the highlight of Jesse’s night had been the cute girl who’d been watching him throughout. She didn’t seem to be a fan of theirs, but rather someone who had attended the club they just happened to be playing at, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. And Jesse loved that. As the band packed up their stuff he headed out into the bar to get himself a drink.

He was standing at the bar, waiting to be served, when he felt someone appear beside him and turned to find the girl from before. She glanced at him and smiled. 

‘Hey,’ Jesse said.

‘Hey,’ she said with a soft smile, ‘great set. You guys are really cool.

‘We like to think so,’ he chuckled. 

‘I mean it. I wasn’t even gonna come out tonight but I’m glad I did,’ she said. 

‘Well how about I make your night a little better,’ he said. 

‘Oh yeah?’ she smirked, ‘how are you gonna do that?’ 

‘Well I’ll start by buying you a drink,’ he said with a smirk.

‘Sounds good to me,’ she smiled.

The guys had decided not to stay after the gig but Jesse didn’t much care. He was having a good time without them. He and Y/N had spent hours tucked away in a booth at the back of the club. She was a nice girl. Sweet, funny and smokin’ hot, just Jesse’s type. As the night wore on and the drinks flowed he found himself losing the thread of the conversation as he started getting distracted by her. The way she moved her hair out of her eyes. The way she smiled when she told him something funny. The way her lips formed a perfect pout as if begging for him to kiss her. She was telling him a story, enraptured in the tale, but he had no clue what was going on. He wanted to kiss her. Badly. 

She seemed to catch him staring and blushed, ‘what?’ she asked after a moment. Jesse didn’t say anything, instead, he leaned in and placed his hand on her cheek before he kissed her tenderly. She tensed for a moment and then melted into it allowing him to continue. He pulled her to him and rolled his tongue against her lip as if asking her to go further. She responded and soon enough they were making out. When she finally pulled back Jesse watched her carefully. She was smiling, though a little shy, and said, ‘wanna take this back to my place?’ 

‘Absolutely,’ he said. 

They left pretty sharpish after that, taking a cab to her apartment. Jesse figured it would probably be better than taking her home and having to explain why kids' toys littered every room in his house. Or having to explain to Joey and Danny who she was and why she was there. They were barely out of the cab before they were back on one another kissing one another as if their life depended on it. She forced them to break away so they could walk up to her apartment, though Jesse couldn’t help but come up behind her as she unlocked her door, kissing down her neck as his hands caressed her sides. 

Once they were inside they were back together trying to make their way to the bedroom without breaking apart for too long. His lips were everywhere, nipping and sucking along her neck as he pushed her jacket off her shoulders. As they got into the bedroom Jesse pulled his shirt off, watching as she climbed onto the bed, lying down and watching him with an inviting smile. 

‘Come here,’ she said beckoning him to her. Jesse didn't have to be told twice. He was on her in a shot, hovering over her as their lips reconnected. He made his way down her neck, his fingers tracing along the hem of her shirt before he hiked it up. She moved up so she could pull it off but as she did he noticed something. 

Across her stomach were deep purple bruises, tinged with green around the edges where they’d started to heal. He stopped in his tracks and so did she, noticing him staring at her. She could see what he was seeing and nervously pulled her t-shirt down so they were no longer on show. 

‘It’s fine,’ she said.

‘Those bruises-’

‘Aren’t a big deal,’ she said going to kiss him again but he pulled back until he was sitting up on the bed. She moved to sit up properly.

‘How did you…’ he said, trailing off mid-sentence. He had his own ideas. None of them good. 

‘Let’s just say the last guy was a little rough,’ she said quietly. Jesse felt rage flow through him. He hated bullies. No matter the context. Those who used their fists to get their point across rather than their words. They made him sick. And he didn’t know how anyone could lay a finger on her. They’d only known each other mere hours but it was clear to him how special she was. 

‘It’s fine,’ she said placing a hand on his knee, ‘and it doesn't have to ruin anything between us. I mean if the bruises bother you I’ll keep my shirt on.’

‘Bother me?’ Jesse baulked loudly making her wince, ‘sorry. Honey, I’m not bothered by them. Well the look of them anyway. I’m bothered by the person who did this to you. They shouldn’t be able to get away with this.’

‘It’s not a big deal,’ she said self-consciously. 

‘Yes it is,’ he said as he placed his hand on her knee, ‘you’re a great girl. And whoever this guy is he didn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve any woman.’

‘I know that,’ she said quietly. Jesse could see something behind her expression as if she wanted to say something but she was holding herself back whether in fear of him judging her or admitting to whatever it was. 

‘But?’ he said gently. She looked up at him panic-stricken, ‘you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.’ 

‘No it's okay,’ she said, ‘it’s just…I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t let him in but he talks me around. Every time I tell him it’s done and every time he lures me back in until something like this happens. Then it’s like I see sense. You must think I’m really stupid.

‘I don't think you're stupid. Guys like that are just good at getting their way. They know all the cards to play to make you trust them again. It doesn't mean you're stupid for believing they might be a decent human for once,’ he said. Y/N nodded. 

They sat in silence for a moment and she looked up at him with a meek smile as she said, ‘I bet this wasn’t the night you were planning on huh?’

‘Eh,’ he shrugged, ‘I had a good gig, a few drinks and I got to hang out with a pretty girl. I can’t complain.’ 

‘Still a bit of a mood killer though,’ she said. 

‘Maybe,’ he said, ‘but maybe it just gives us a chance to take another run at this whole first date thing.’

‘You wanna go on a date?’ she said.

‘Well, we did take this thing at a hundred miles an hour. Maybe we just need to slow down a little bit,’ he said with a smile. 

‘Sounds good to me,’ she replied.

‘Though,’ Jesse said, clearing his throat, ‘I’m still hoping for something.’

‘What’s that?’ she said in a whisper. 

‘That I can keep kissing you,’ he said, ‘just for a little while longer.’

‘Like I said. Sounds good to me,’ she replied.

[theoboopis]

I have tons of drawings of these two from the past couple years I never posted out of embarrassment but knowing one other person in the world likes them has emboldened me... thank you kind anon

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help.

Tw for this part: +18, mdni, smut, talk of step-cest (for now), everyone is horrible, EVERYONE, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), degradation, f!masturbation, dark Joel, perv!joel, soft dark Tommy, dark reader, dirty thoughts all around, face slapping, smoking, swearing

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: no one look at me🫣 This is part 1 of my depraved family fic as I call it. I plan on 3 parts, next two are gonna be much more smutty. I have a fever rn so sorry for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy! 😵‍💫 @milla-frenchy it’s your fault for hyping this up so much!😘

Masterlist || Part II || Series masterlist

“How’s that stepdaughter of yours? Calls you daddy yet?”

“No, Joel, she’s twenty two. She ain’t gonna call me daddy,” Tommy replies, fumbling with the coaster under his beer bottle.

“Never say never,” Joel mumbles under his breath.

They’re sitting in a crowded bar, their booth table is sticky, the whole atmosphere is depressing and Tommy feels dirty just being here. It was Joel who picked the place and Tommy didn’t object.

“She doesn’t care much about me. Busy with boys,” Tommy explains with a slight sadness in his voice.

Joel’s face twists in a grin, eyes cold and intent, “So she’s a slut?”

Tommy chuckles, “She’s young and single as far as I know. She’s old enough to date. I don’t see any harm in exploring herself.”

“This explorin’ sounds a lot like whorin’ around,” Joel grunts with a smirk, emptying another glass.

“Nah, she’s a good girl,” Tommy follows Joel, chasing the last of his beer with a few nuts.

“Gonna get another round,” Joel says, getting out of their booth. Tommy is about to stop him but he hasn’t seen his brother for a while so he decides that one more beer won’t harm anyone. Yet when Joel returns with four shots of tequila and then two more beers Tommy regrets his stay.

Joel insists and Tommy as always gets influenced by his older brother. They drink and discuss business, work, sports, they drink more and Tommy feels that the room starts spinning. He asks the bartender for water and then returns to the table.

“How long is your stepdaughter staying with you?” Joel asks narrowing his eyes at Tommy.

“For a few more weeks,” Tommy answers, surprised they’re talking about you again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” Joel lowers his voice, his eyes glinting under the dim lights.

“About what?” Tommy asks, glancing up at his brother. By the tone of Joel, Tommy knows what Joel is talking about and he averts his eyes looking anywhere but his brother’s face.

Joel leans back on the seat, his arm resting on the back of it.

“About fucking her,” Joel speaks louder making Tommy squirm in his seat, as his eyes are darting around the bar.

Joel notices his unease and smirks, “I’ve stayed for a couple of days and already noticed her parading around in her tiny skirts and crop tops. The bitch is waiting to be bent over your kitchen counter, brother.”

Tommy rubs his chin feeling blood rush to his face as well as his crotch, “No, Joel, I love Jess.” Why the fuck is his voice so quiet and shaky all of a sudden?

Joel isn’t having any of it, “Maybe you do, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting to fuck her daughter, right?”

Tommy laughs uncomfortably but the tequila has hit him hard so after a few moments he hums looking at the empty shot glass.

As if having been waiting for this tiny crack in Tommy’s facade, Joel leans on the table getting closer to Tommy, his scowl carnal and triumphant,

“Here’s my little brother. He’s still somewhere inside this boring family man. I remember you being able to get any girl you wanted. Fucked them good. I taught you everything I knew after all. They’re all simple sluts. Call them pretty, then slap their pussy and they’ll do anything for you, give you any hole. Do you want your stepdaughter’s holes, Tommy?”

Tommy’s eyes are blown out and dark, his palms are sweaty. The memories of his escapades flood his mind and he can’t help but get hard thinking of all the pussy he used to get. Before settling down.

“So do you?!” Joel interrupts his brother’s thoughts with a loud question. Tommy flinches, his nerves alight, head cloudy, and answers, “Yes.”

Joel tilts his head and continues, “How would you do it? Hypothetically of course.”

Tommy sees pride in Joel’s eyes and feels cocky. All his life he wanted to get his brother’s approval. It led to a lot of bad situations, as Joel’s influence had been almost always negative. But Tommy can’t help but go back in time to his younger self, drunk on tequila and his sibling’s poisonous words. Staring at his hands he starts talking, quietly but so Joel could hear him,

“I’d fuck her in her room. She has a nice big bed, all pink and pretty. Would push her face into a pillow and rail her from behind. You’re right. She acts like she wants it. Walking into the kitchen in the morning all sleepy in her tiny pjs. The shorts barely cover her ass. I caught a glimpse of her pussy once when she was reaching for the cereal. Nearly came in my pants. She sleeps in just those shorts. Easy access. Could slide them to the side and slip my cock into her tight pussy. Maybe she’d think it’s a dream. Imagine fucking her sleeping body. Fuck…She’d wake up full of her stepdad’s cum and wouldn’t know it. Only later when she starts dripping me out of her hole and...”

Someone shouts in the bar and Tommy snaps out of his drunk daydreaming. He adjusts his hardening bulge and glances up at his brother. He sees Joel’s expression and his body erupts in goosebumps. The man in front of him looks like the devil himself, eyes cold and dark, mouth twisted in a smile that resembles a scowl.

“Got you, brother,” he mumbles and Tommy sees a phone in Joel’s hand. The man puts it on the table and Tommy sees that he’s been on a call with someone. Joel hangs up and leans back grinning wider.

“What the fuck?” Tommy asks trying to clear his mind but in vain. Suddenly he feels like he has blacked out. He must be out cold, drunk and dreaming because he hears your voice. Here, in this dark sleazy bar.

“Hey, daddy!”

As if in slow motion caused by his drinking and shock he sees you slide into their booth and take a seat next to Joel. His brother throws his arm around you.

“What the fuck?” Tommy repeats his question, gaping at you both and you give him an innocent smile putting your hands on your naked thighs barely covered by a short plaid skirt, saying, “Just wanted to join you too. Seems like you’re having fun.”

You feel Joel’s heavy arm on your shoulders, his thumb is caressing your collar bone. You sense him staring at your cleavage peeking out of the low cut top and can’t help but gush.

“We are, baby,” Joel rumbles, licking his lips while Tommy is staring at you and your step uncle.

“Give uncle a smooch, baby. Haven’t seen you in a while,” Joel lowers his face closer to you and you feel tequila on his breath burning your cheek.

“You saw me at breakfast this morning, perv,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Suddenly a hand grabs a fist of your hair and yanks your head back. Joel is pressing his side to yours, his face hovers over you, as he hisses, “that’s no way to talk to your seniors, girl” His eyes are blown out, he is enjoying it and you are too. Your legs tremble and you feel yourself getting wetter.

Tommy gets up and tries to reason with Joel saying that people are staring and he must let you go.

You’re blinking up at your step uncle and forget why you’re there for a second. Your gaze darts to his plush lips, they are waiting to be kissed and bitten. You shoot him a smile and he groans.

Joel hears worried mumbling from around their booth and lets go of your hair much to your disappointment. He looks around with a polite smile, mouthing, ‘All good, just joking.”

You fix your hair and look at your stepdad who has plunged back into his seat, eyes worried and wide.

“You can’t grab her like that, Joel! What the fuck is happening between you too?” Tommy exclaims but in a hushed voice.

Joel adjusts the prominent bulge in his jeans and takes a big gulp of his beer.

You're batting your lashes at Tommy and breathe out, “Don’t worry, daddy. I’ve forgotten my manners.”

Joel chuckles, you smile and Tommy furrows his brows. “Since when are you calling me daddy,” that’s what he wants to ask but doesn’t dare, not when Joel is here, not after the conversation they’ve just had.

So he takes a sip and asks you if you want anything.

“Thanks, I’m good. My friend is waiting for me in the car. I just popped in to say ‘hi’ to my favorite stepdad and step uncle,” you reply, giving them both your sweetest smile, fumbling with your necklace. You haven’t missed the way they both stare at your chest.

You get up peeling off your thighs of the sticky seat and pause next to Joel for a second fixing your skirt. Tommy rises up to his feet but you stop him with a wave of your hand, “It’s ok, I’ll find my way out,” you giggle and get out of the booth. You look at Joel who’s shamelessly ogling your ass and legs.

You wait for him to pay your face some attention and when he finally glances up you bend over the table and kiss his scruffy cheek before whispering, “Bye, Uncle Joel.” When you straighten up and turn to Tommy, Joel places his big warm hand on the back of your thigh and gives it a squeeze. You move away from him feeling dampness between your legs and step up to Tommy, whose jaw hasn’t closed up since the moment you showed up.

You bend over and kiss his cheek too. Your lips linger on his face a little longer than necessary and Tommy places his hand on your shoulder to gently push you away. You feel a pang in your heart but don’t show it. You’ll have him very soon.

“Have a good night, daddy.. uncle,” you coo, looking at one man and then the other.

You turn your head to your stepdad and say quietly, so only he could hear,

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Tommy. I'll make sure to wear the pjs you like.”

You watch his face growing paler and your lips twist in a smirk. You turn on your heels and head for the exit, passing Joel and giving him a wink. He returns it with one of his predatory grins.

Your heart is pounding in your chest and as soon as you leave the bar you take a deep breath of fresh night air. You find your friend’s car, get in and ask her to take you home. You light a cigarette with shaky hands not being able to believe you got what you wanted. Well not exactly what you wanted but you’re definitely closer to the final goal.

You look at the red dot of the cigarette burning in the darkness of the car and remember today’s morning when you were smoking on the patio of your mom’s house.

***

Joel joined you there after breakfast and took a seat next to you. He lit a cigarette too and for some time you were sitting in silence. He was leering at you from the side of his eye and after a dozen of sleazy glares you got fed up. “Would you quit staring, old man?” you asked Joel in an accusatory tone. He just chuckled as his dark eyes slid down from your face to your chest, and then legs.

Everyone was aware that Tommy’s brother was a sleaze bag. Single, no children, with a bouquet of addictions which none of many rehabs could treat. He also was hot. You didn’t hate him, but rather came to admire the extent of him not giving any fucks. He always said whatever he wanted and trolled your mom whenever he’d visit his brother which gave you immense pleasure and satisfaction. At least someone didn’t see Jess as a perfect little house wife.

“I could ask you the same question, sweetheart,” he replied with a sly smile. You furrowed your brows in confusion taking the next drag and then quipped, “I wouldn’t look your way if you were the last dick left on the planet!”

He chuckled and you hated how much you loved the sound and the fact that you managed to make him laugh.

“Nah, angel, I’m talkin’ about the way you stare at my little brother,” You opened your mouth to tell him there was nothing little about Tommy but fortunately shut it just in time. You couldn’t forget the time you had caught him in the bathroom naked after taking a shower so you knew that his cock was long and thick. He had a happy trail on his soft tummy, a broad chest and muscular arms. You lost count of how many times you had gotten off to that image.

Suddenly your palms got clammy when you heard what exactly Joel said.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. You should have your eyes checked, Joel. At your age it might be a good time to get glasses.”

He didn’t laugh that time, just looked at you intently with his piercing stare.

“I could help you get what you want,” he rumbled in the quiet of the yard. You narrowed your eyes at him, birds chirping in the trees was the only sound accompanying your thoughts. Is he joking? Is it some kind of a trap? You wouldn’t be surprised. It was Joel after all.

“What do you think I want?” you asked him carefully.

“To fuck Tommy and get back at your bitch of a mother.”

You laughed but it didn’t sound natural at all. You were surprised to your core that he read you like a book. You didn’t say anything and just continued smoking and staring into the distance.

“I have an idea and if you like the plan, we could help each other out.”

“How would we do it?” you asked and added hastily, “hypothetically of course.”

Joel told you about the plan, the first step of which would be fulfilled perfectly and the result of it would be stored in your phone now.

When he finished explaining it to you, you asked him why he wanted to ruin his brother’s life. Bringing the cigarette to his lips from time to time, Joel complained that Tommy had abandoned their family business, had left his life in Austin, had left Joel, his only family member, chasing some mediocre pussy (you smiled at that). Joel wanted his brother out of that marriage as he hated Jess (you smiled again) and wanted Tommy back. “I don’t know why you hate your mom like that but I don’t doubt you have a reason,” he concluded.

You hummed at that leaning back, your expression serious and pensive.

As if sensing your doubt Joel spoke again, “I’ll add a big bonus to our deal.”

You glanced his way and waited for him to continue.

“On top of getting my brother’s dick you’ll get mine as well.”

Now you couldn’t help but laugh, “Why the fuck would I need your dick?” you asked giggling, being in awe at the man’s enormous ego.

“You surely don’t need it, sweetheart, but fuckin’ hell you want it,” as if proving his point he grabbed his bulge and adjusted it looking straight into your eyes. “I’ll fuck you like no boy ever did. Like my little brother never will. Believe me, baby, if you want a good dickin’ down, you need Joel.”

With an open mouth you stared at the man next to you. The pull he had on you was hard to deny when your panties were soaked just being next to him, talking to him. His masculinity, his darkness, his self confidence captivated your soul, mind and body. But you couldn’t just admit it.

“I’m pretty sure I can have you right here, right now if I wanted to, dirty creep,” you spit out at him leaning forward and putting your elbows on your knees.

He turned his head away from you, smiled, then got up with a grunt and came up to your chair. He was towering over you, so much bigger and stronger than you that you started to regret your harsh words. You stared up at him hiding your growing fear as well as you could. His gaze was locked with yours and you flinched when he placed his hand on your cheek and rubbed your cheekbone with his thick thumb. Your eyes were about to flutter shut and it took everything from you not to purr into his gentle touch when all of a sudden he gave your cheek a slap, not hard, but your head spun to the side and you had to grab the arms of the chair for stability.

“Think about it, sweetheart,” he said and went inside the house.

You rubbed your cheek not feeling the pain but a surge of shame shooting into your heart and then right to your pussy. The desire to be used by him started burning in your stomach. You wanted both of the brothers now and if you could have it all in one move, why the fuck not?

Joel didn’t look surprised when you approached him later and agreed to the deal. You discussed the details and that evening everything went smoothly.

***

As soon as you are in your bedroom you rush to the night stand and grab your favorite toy. You throw it on the bed along with your phone and plunge down next to them. You take off your thong and notice that the gusset is soaked through. You throw the ruined underwear on the floor before taking your phone and adjusting AirPods in your ears. The house is empty, your mom having a girls night out, Tommy still in the bar, so you can enjoy the result of yours and Joel’s efforts fully. At least until you get the real thing. You find the audio and press play. Right into your ears as clearly as if he was next to you, you hear Joel’s drawl asking Tommy about you. You spread your legs and dip two fingers between your folds. You’re so wet they slide down to your entrance easily. You hear Tommy talk about you and your pussy flutters. You push the fingers inside and start slowly fucking yourself rubbing your clit from time to time. “So she’s a slut?” Joel asks in your ears and you moan moving your fingers faster. You can’t get enough of them talking about you like that. When Tommy calls you ‘a good girl’ you nearly come so you pull your fingers out and pant heavily trying to calm down. You know the good part is coming soon so you need to wait for it.

For some time you just lie there, eyes closed, skirt pulled up to your waist, pussy dripping and glistening under the light of the moon coming through the window. You don’t dare touch your nipples like you usually do, as you know you’ll come right away.

When you hear Joel’s “how would you do it?” you return your hand to your throbbing pussy. You plunge your fingers into your slicked entrance and slowly begin massaging your insides, pressing the pads of your fingers against your g-spot.

“Would push her face into the pillow… rail her from behind” You can’t help but moan so you bite on the back of your hand to stop your whimpers in case someone comes home.

“She acts like she wants it... I caught a glimpse of her pussy…”

Fuck, Tommy!

Your digits slide out of your hole and caress your pulsing clit. You feel your orgasm on the tips of your fingers.

“Easy access. Could just slide them to the side and slip my cock into her tight pussy…Imagine fucking her sleeping body. She'd wake up full of her stepdad's cum…”

“Stepdad’s cum” Fuck… You roughly push your fingers back into your hole, fucking yourself in earnest now and in just a few seconds you explode, pussy squirting its juices all over your bedding, your soaked hand still working your g-spot prolonging the hardest orgasm of your life. You arch your back, all your muscles tighten, and you bite your lip till it bleeds.

Your moans are leaving your mouth openly now. You don’t care anymore, blinded by ecstasy, drowning in pleasure. Nothing exists anymore, no one exists, just you and your hand on your fluttering pussy.

The recording stops and you lie on the bed spent, your limbs tingling pleasantly. Still trying to catch your breath, you throw your soaked bedding off, and the forgotten toy falls on the floor with a thud. You get under the blanket still clothed and as soon as you close your eyes you fall asleep.

***

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[amorchai]

OMG IM IN LOVE WITH UR JESS MARIANO FICCS!! can i request a jess mariano x reader? the reader is a naturally loud and bubbly person. reader is talking to jess abt something they're excited abt, but realize that theyve been talking the entire time and jess hasnt said anything, reader automatically shuts down and stops themselves bc they're always told that theyre too loud and talk to much. i need the comfort fics😢😢 <3

jess assures you when you're insecure.

pairings: jess mariano x reader

words: 466

warning(s): insecurity ( r thinks they talk too much )

you had been mid-rant, jess fresh on break with a tea towel over his shoulder and hair tousled from the aftermath of mid-afternoon rush in luke’s café. when you had entered, the chaos of people leaving, jess breathed a sigh of relief and his uncle granted him his break.

you were talking about your long day at college – filled with dramatic students and unsympathetic professors, jess was sitting across from you, head perched on his palm staring at you.

“… i didn’t do one of the readings because i used that time to see you instead, god forbid i have a social life because he didn’t care… he just looked right at me and said that i should’ve known the answer.”

jess quirks a smile, a simple ‘how was your day?’ turning into a ramble that he didn’t dare interrupt. he knew you were interested in him, you just needed to offload and then you’d ask how his day was – even though his was significantly more boring than yours.

“anyways, i met paris for a bit during our free periods – she drove down and we grabbed some lunch. so that made me feel better, oh they had the best black coffee! paris loved it! i should take you sometime-”

you take notice into how jess is staring at you, your energy yields as you take it for boredom rather than admiration, the relationship was still fairly new in your defence.

“i would love that, baby,” jess replies.

your eyebrows furrow, your finger that previously runs across jess’ free palm stops. jess matches your expression, hand cupping yours with a small, “what’s just happened?” confused by the sudden silence and change of energy.

“no, sorry, was just rambling. i haven’t even asked you how your day was…” you trail off, looking down to your hands to avoid eye contact in case you might cry. jess tries to meet your gaze, head lobbing down, “it’s okay, i like listening to you talk.”

you look at him, eyes wide and confused, “you do?” jess’ heart throbs in his chest, unsure if you’ve been called out on being talkative or upbeat before, but a topic he’ll bring up another time. “’course, baby.”

your biting your lip anxiously, the need to kiss him very much sitting in your heart, if only you weren’t in the company of small-town eyes – babette sitting across the room. “how was your day?” you ask jess, smiling happily when he takes both your hands in his.

“alright, kirk saying this, dean annoying the living the hell outta me. but tell me more about the café. we could go on friday after your college class, yeah?”

you couldn’t help following your heart in leaning over and kissing jess, even if it was only for a few seconds.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ In an earth from the 1600’s that still hunts witches, you and your friends are sent on a mission to catch an anomaly. When the villagers catch you and are about to burn you, Miguel has to go and save you. The act, will lead to you and Miguel having a heart-to-heart talk, solving your problems. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ witch!reader, implied short reader, legal age gap, violence, witchcraft, religion mentions, some horror, angst, fluff. 𝐀/𝐍_ I did something bad, that’s the song for this.

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Maybe you exaggerated the sparkles in your eyes.

The black eyeshadow with glitter on top was scandalous, and the red gloss on your lips only made it look more exaggerated.

But someone knocked on the door when you were about to wipe the gloss.

“Coming!” You let your guests know.

When you open the door, there are a lot of interesting sights.

Miles and Gwen are dressed as Frankenstein and his bride, Hobie is dressed as a zombie policeman, Pavitr is dressed as a pirate, and Baby Mayday is a fairy.

“OH- all of you look so cute and cool” you squeal, stealing Mayday from Pavitr’s arms.

“You are the prettiest fairy!” She coos and giggles, playing with the feathers on your cleavage. You were the black swan. Yes, from the movie, with pointe shoes alike shoes and all.

“You look so pretty!” Gwen flatters you, as you step aside from the door to let the group in.

“Thanks. So… uh-… Where’s Peter?” You ask once the door closes, and your adult friend is nowhere nearby.

“Jess. He was about to come but she took him to guide a briefing” Miles says, and you roll your eyes. Sometimes you hated how devoted Jess was. No wonder why Miguel trusted her a lot.

“Oh. That’s okay. We can start without him…” they all nod.

The plan was simple. Your friends decided to have a little gathering at your place. Halloween was around three weeks away. A night with spooky movies (Mayday friendly), pumpkin pie, ghost stories, and more sounded good.

'`We bought pumpkin cheesecake and cinnamon bread pudding’ Miles adds. Your mouth waters at the smell.

“You can place them in the kitchen. Thanks…"Soon Miles and Gwen are making nachos in your kitchen, Pavitr and Hobie are playing over what movie they should pick, and you are playing with Mayday on the carpet of the living room.

“Dude…y/n, can you tell Hobie that The Exorcist isn’t an option to see as a movie with Mayday here?” You laugh, stopping your little hide-and-seek game with the toddler to see the pair of boys.

“I have to agree with Pav. We can see a cartoon though?” Hobie huffs but nods smiling at Mayday trying to walk.

A sudden bang startles you, Pavitr, and the little kid. It came from the kitchen.

“SORRY” Gwen yells. You wonder what the hell they did.

“The olives can almost explode…” the blonde explains, poking through the kitchen door.

Casper is quickly the most-voted movie to see. When Dr. Harvey is giving an interview on TV and Casper watches it, Miles and Gwen appear with two giant nacho bowls.

They sure did an amazing job. At the bottom, tons of chips. Covered in loads of cheese, tomato, onions, beef, jalapeños, black olives, crema, and more cheese.

“I’m gonna need a diet after this…” you say, making them laugh.

“No worries, my aunt makes this fermented tea that will make you stay in shape with your usual exercise” Pav was that emotional friend you were so grateful to have.

“Really? Aww. Thanks, Pav” he nods, taking Mayday to snuggle with her.

The only sounds in the living room are Casper talking with his uncles, the crunch of the nachos, and some farts from Mayday.

An hour later, the movie is done. There are no nachos left, most of the bread pudding is gone and the rain has started. Oh, and Peter was still at the HQ dressed as a pirate.

“So as the little girl walked through the woods, soon she found a hanging man… the corpse was already rotten…” Hobie’s deep voice made his narrowing of a horror story more thrilling.

By that time, nobody had a costume, only pajamas. You hold Mayday tightly to your chest. She can’t understand the story at all, but she can tell it is about something spooky.

“She sat next to the corpse, and placed the flowers she had in his chest.”

“That’s so creepy,” Pavitr admitted, listening to Hobbie.

“The sun was almost gone, and the little girl had to go back home” As your punk friend continued with the story, Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Mayday and you became sandwiched.

“She continued playing with the rotten fingers of the corpse. And suddenly… a branch cracked, startling her, but she remained still…” you gasped, feeling your heart beating faster.

Even the thunders seemed to have increased, adding more suspense and terror to your dismay.

“She slowly turned back to see.”

BANG!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Everyone screamed. Even Hobie jumped to be in the safety of Pavitr’s arms.

Peter entered your living room through a portal.

“PETER B. PARKER, WHAT THE FUCK?” You yell at him.

“Don’t curse in front of my baby…” it’s the first thing he says, swiping some stuff from his gizmo.

“Where’s your costume?” Miles asks, making everyone realize the older man is in his suit… No pirate costume.

“Sorry, Miles. Actually, I’m here to ruin the party” Everyone looks at each other. You worry something wrong happened back at the HQ.

“Miguel wants us to go on a mission… Now” the complaints start. Including you.

After almost a year of being part of the Spider Society. You barely talked with Miguel O’Hara. To be honest, you actually thought he disapproved of you. The only reason why he accepted you was for the pressure of having Miles and everyone on his side after the events with The Spot.

“Bruv… Are you for real?” Hobie asks, sounding pissed. Even Mayday seems to frown in your arms.

“I know! I wanted to have some pictures with Mayday for her scrapbook” You swear Peter was about to cry out of complaining.

At the same time, the hologram of Miguel popped, immediately rolled his eyes at the sight of Peter being dramatic.

“Enough of that. We’re losing time and all of you are still dressed like clowns…” you frown.

Sometimes Miguel was so annoying. So, you tested him by disobeying him from time to time. Just because you felt some resentment towards him because he always seemed to dislike you.

“We’re dealing with a violent and big Green Goblin attacking Earth 36363. The time course is in the mid-1600s, so we have to act in disguise. There’s a village that is dealing with some witch trials, and the canon will be disturbed if they find out about the Goblin” everyone hears as they activate their suits.

You, on the other hand, grew worried. Folkloric lands sounded scary. And you knew witch trials weren’t only a show of the villagers to send innocent people to stake. Witches existed, and the old ones were the worst.

“Uh… Miguel? I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go…” you admit shyly, placing Mayday on your couch.

The man, in hologram form, finally turned to look at you. He must’ve been paying attention to your exaggerated makeup and crown.

“Do us a favor and do what you’re supposed to do, please.” you accept he’s looking deeply at you. Which makes you hesitate whether you are growing mad or nervous.

“Why are you so mean to me all the time?”

“I’m not mean. But you are the newest here and the laziest. As your mentor I-“

“Jessica is my mentor.” You interrupt him. Everyone grows quiet, and the tension is evident.

Miguel’s dark eyes seem to get even darker, probably his talons are out. But you don’t care.

“I’m not repeating myself, y/n. So, unless you want your gizmo gone, you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin.”

“If anything happens. I’m gonna blame you…” Hobie is smiling. He took a preference for you since you weren’t afraid to face Miguel when he tried to impose. And he recalls accepting to rejoin the society because you befriended him.

“Uh-huh…” Miguel shrugs, spitting sarcasm. And it makes your blood boil.

Gwen places a hand on your shoulder, and her eyes tell you to relax. So, you smile at her, accepting you’re obeying Miguel once again, and battling against the nervous feeling setting in your stomach.

“Okay. So… we’re out in a minute” Peter calls, placing his kid in his chest.

“Good. I’m monitoring with Jess…” and with that, Miguel’s hologram vanished. You roll your eyes.

“Asshole. Why doesn’t he go with Jess? He knew it was our free day” Pav, Miles and Hobie nod at your words.

“You said it. Miguel has changed but…” Peter started.

“Peter, he’s still an asshole. Especially with y/n” the blonde girl speaks, and you can’t help but feel slightly emotional. You were good… Why did he dislike you so much?

“He would be better if I was gone. He dislikes me for not being a spider. And probably he recruited me only because of your trust, especially Miles’s. After what happened…” the boy patted your shoulder.

“Hey, screw what Miguel thinks. You’re special… you’re one of us” his words cheer you up, so you smile brightly.

“Oh- I love you all so much…” Their giggles set you in a better mood. Even with the nervousness and dissolving anger.

With a brush of your hand, your usual suit appears, and you join the little circle to wait for Peter to open the portal.

“So… y/n, it’s gonna be fine, we’re sticking together no matter what. Okay, earth 36363, here we go…” you breathe, and once the portal is open, everyone starts walking in.

…

When you’re on the other side of the portal, the first thing you notice is that the sun is nearly gone. It’s a giant landscape of woods. With tall trees, lots of nature, and a river that can be heard but not seen.

“Everyone here?” Miles asks, counting you and the other to confirm to Peter. It was a protocol that when large groups assisted in missions, they had to ensure everyone landed and exited the visited earth safely.

“Yep, four teens, a young woman, an old man, and a stinky baby” Gwen calls, Mayday in her arms.

“Oh no, Mayday. Again?” Peter had been dealing with a stomach-sensitive Mayday, so he had to carry diapers everywhere.

“Here’s your daughter” everyone laughs, including the little girl.

And as Peter changed Mayday, everyone wandered around, searching for clues to the anomaly.

“Miguel said the goblin was hidden in the forest” the man reveals from a giant rock, where Mayday was laying. And certainly, she looked like a gift for a ritual, which unsettled you.

“Look… a baby rabbit” Pavitr cooed. You followed his eyes, landing on the grass trail in front of you.

Indeed, there was a baby rabbit, dark brown looking directly at your friends and you. That wasn’t a normal rabbit.

It was a woman, transformed into a rabbit.

You can’t be nervous. And you use Miguel and his words. you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin. Your eyes deepen as you look at the rabbit. Like protecting your friends and saying to that witch; back off bitch, these are my friends.

“That’s not a rabbit, Pav. It’s a witch…” you admit once the rabbit starts running into the woods. At the same time, all of your friends look at you confused.

“She was spying on us?” Hobie asks.

“Likely. Which makes me uncomfortable because What if she tells her coven and they attack us?” Peter finally is over with Mayday and soothes you.

“We’re here too. Besides, Aren't you a witch too?” He asks calmly.

“Yeah, but this kind of witches works with dark magic. They don’t fight, they don’t have to. Using dark magic makes them… powerful” you admit.

“And what do you use?” Miles asks.

“My instinct. I’m not ruled by any magic. Just me…”

“That’s enough for us, y/n. Don’t worry” Pavitr joins to soothe you.

It’s officially dark. The woods seem creepier, and every sound makes you uneasy. Your magical sparkles are the only light on the way.

Peter and you are going to the front. With the teens behind. Mayday is asleep. And there’s no sign of the Green Goblin.

Out of nowhere. You start hearing a woman sing in the distance. It wasn’t an actual song, it was just a humming, which made everything scarier.

“Are you hearing that?” You ask once the humming is even clearer.

“Hear what, y/n?” You won’t panic. But it’s getting harder.

“A woman, humming…”

“I can’t hear anything,” Hobie admits.

“They must know I’m here. Usually, they get rid of witches outside of their coven” you add, capturing everyone’s attention.

“How do you know?”

“In the 1600s, that’s how it worked. But I just know it, I felt a connection with the rabbit. But it felt wrong. So, what I’m hearing must be a warning or a way to distract me” You can’t help but curse Miguel. It was all his fault. And the worst part hadn’t started.

A high-pitched laugh was heard, startling everyone.

“Now I heard that,” Pav admits.

“That’s the goblin, we’re getting closer…” Maybe Peter wasn’t afraid of many things, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable on that earth. It had a sad and dark atmosphere. And before you, he didn’t believe in witches. But now…

The moment was stroked by some explosions. It sends everyone flying away. But all of your friends had spider senses, which made them slightly aware of what was coming.

You land in the grass, with dry branches pinching you in the arms. There’s a pitch in your ears that makes you so lost. And just as your eyes focus around, you see Miles and Hobie attacking the Green Goblin.

“We have to go, y/n” Pavitr and Peter scream, but you hear them so distantly.

You nod, and however you can, you start chasing the goblin with your friends.

This goblin is ugly and on the verge of being scary. His green wrinkled skin and red eyes look horrible in the dark. His flying board and orange bombs make him look like an actual Halloween villain.

“Block him, y/n” Gwen yells as she balances and swings through the tall trees.

You suddenly remember you can levítate and you have to end the anomaly. So, you do, you float and leave your friends behind. And as you chase the goblin, you hope to throw him away with your magic.

“Keep in line” Peter advises the spiders. The chase is longer than expected. And while you’re not tired, you’re growing impatient. Until you are fast enough to end up landing on the goblin’s flying board.

His claws threaten your face, but you are able to sneak behind him and throw him.

With your magic, you give him a giant punch in his face.

“WE GOT HIM!” Hobie yells. But as soon as you are about to handcuff him, the goblin throws another explosion.

And this time, you’re not knocked.

…

You know you’re conscious, but there’s only darkness. You don’t dare to run because you have a bad omen.

It was a spell. The witches wanted you down.

Not even the sounds of the woods seem to help. But you make an effort to calm yourself and breathe slowly. You really cursed these witches; you had tried hypnosis once and it was so exhausting. And these women hadn’t even shown their faces but were making you so uncomfortable and in panic.

And that’s when you finally see something, a goat. It’s grey, with deep eyes that look at you with so much curiosity. In folklore, the devil usually was a sheep. You really hate being there. Earth 36363 is cursed, you affirm.

The goat starts moving towards you, and as much as you are calmed, you are scared. So you move back, and there must’ve been a branch, cause you fell backwards. And the hypnosis was gone at all. You can see some of the woods, although it’s extremely dark to see clearly.

You push yourself upwards by the elbows, hoping to see the damn witches. You hear a distant laugh, it’s not like the one you heard from the Goblin. It’s a female voice. The dark silhouettes of women in a dress around you make you finally attack.

“Y/N!” You hear Miles screaming at you. That’s enough to end up confused as hell. The woods are clearer, and you are fighting beside your friends.

“What the fuck happened?” You yell. The boy and Hobie make some time to talk to you.

“We’re fighting the Goblin. What do you mean?” You wonder if you had been physically fighting the goblin but mentally you were fighting with a witch.

“I- don’t know” Peter, Pavitr, and Gwen are higher, away from you.

Making a new bomb of the goblin to send you Hobie and Miles even further away. This time, you know you have to be faster. So, you create a shield for you and your friends. Even when you end up on the ground, nobody is hurt.

“WITCH! AYE, A WITCH!” You frowned, and once you and your friends turned back, you were met with a large crowd of people with torches.

“Bloody hell…” Hobie curses. You learn that there were no more woods behind you, it was the entrance of a village.

“GET THAT WITCH!” And before you can even stand, two men are holding you, dragging ypu towards the crowd.

“NO. Y/N!” Pavitr and Hobie try to attack the villagers, but you are mentally immobilizing them.

“GO BACK WITH THE OTHERS AND TAKE DOWN THE GOBLIN. I’LL FIGURE THIS OUT. GO!” You yell desperately as the villagers celebrate and cheer because they got you.

“Oh, boy…” Pavitr worries, but they start going back with the others.

“Call Miguel…” Hobie suggests. And both know it’s the right thing to do.

…

Miguel gave one last bite to his beef and vegetable empanada. He savored the flavor of the broth and wanted to lick his fingers, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he wiped his mouth and returned to his office.

The sound of emergency made him pace faster, and he was confused when Jess was nowhere to be found, nor Lyla.

“Lyla!” He called her, but there was no answer. So, he ran to his desk and the screens.

Emergency call from Gwen’s gizmo.

Miguel sighed; he could already hear the complaints. Always calling for reinforcements when there was no necessity.

“MIGUEL!” Gwen sounded worried, and Peter could be heard fighting with the goblin.

“THIS PLACE IS CURSED. THE GOBLIN IS VERY STRONG. AND Y/N WAS TAKEN BY THE VILLAGERS” Miguel’s eyes widened. He thought it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded.

“What?” He asked trying to sound calm, but he was feeling regretful already. As he remembered your words and how unsure you were of going.

“We need reinforcements. There are witches, they’re doing everything to finish y/n. You have to go and save her. The villagers will burn her.” Miguel couldn’t help but feel anxious as he listened to the teen.

It had been a long time since he went into panic mode for someone.

“Calm down. I’m coming with help. Send the exact coordinates” With that, he finished the connection.

Jess and Lyla appeared, talking like nothing.

“Where were you two?” Jess shrugs, looking at the wide man annoyed.

“Helping Lyla and Margo. What happened?”

“The mission is going bad. They can’t contain the anomaly and y/n was taken by villagers who saw her using her abilities” he explained, activating his mask and leaving the office in a hurry.

“I’ll send help myself too. Where are you going?” Jess replies.

“I already sent help. I'm going to save y/n.” The woman and the AI looked at the man until he disappeared through a portal.

“Save y/n? I thought he disliked her” Lyla giggles.

“Are you kidding? Y/n is Miguel’s crush. He’s in denial about his feelings for her.” Her jaw dropped at Lyla’s words.

“I wasn’t ready for that punch” Lyla rolled her eyes, finally leaving with the woman to help.

…

Escape? The villagers would hunt you and that would take more weight on your friends already fighting the goblin.

Leave to the HQ? You couldn’t leave your friends behind. Plus, you won’t give Miguel the satisfaction.

It’s a hard decision to make when the villagers are tightening your feet and arms. The curse you and some men spit. You want to attack them, but that would also go against your morals. Their ignorance wasn’t a reason to kill or attack them.

The reverend of the town is a young man, corrupted by power and corruption. He has the torch that would kill you.

“May thy town abolish the dark magic of this witch today. No more witches!” He yells lifting the torch. And you finally panic.

There’s anger, anxiety, and desperation as the reverend speaks. The coven of witches surrounding the town had to be very powerful and ancient. How they easily tricked you and made you feel scared. Soon, you fall and get captured.

But as much as you want to fight, these people are not the correct target.

“Last words? filthy witch.” The Reverend asks you, pointing the torch at you.

You sigh, thinking what your last words in case you didn’t make it and died. There are a lot of questions and doubts, but you opt to look at the dark sky.

Even the stars seem weird on the earth. Green stars and burned violet sky. And Spiderman-2099 with his bright red webs coming from the ceiling of a house.

“MIGUEL?” Your eyes widen, and somehow you can’t believe you’re seeing the man there. The reverend turns around to encounter the tall spider. Pointing at him in horror.

“DEMON! THE WITCH BROUGHT A DEMON!” At that point, you only roll your eyes.

“Jesus, I can’t stand these people” But you ignore when the reverend dropped the torch, setting the fire on your feet.

“Fuck…” you had to gasp. But luckily, Miguel landed on the little wooden stage set for you.

You can feel his eyes on you, even with his mask on. However, his regret is even more evident.

The villagers run and everything is chaos. Only the reverend and some random men stayed.

And with what probably was one of the first rifles in America, one of the men pointed at Miguel’s back.

‘Miguel. Watch out!” He listened and skillfully avoided the bullet. Then turned again to set you free.

“I’ll be fast,” he said. And with that, his talons ripped the tight in your hands. Which confirmed how sharp they were.

“Thanks.” Apparently, the reverend was losing patience, so he took the rifle and pointed it at Miguel again, but he failed again.

And the fire touched your feet, burning your soft skin as Miguel set you free.

Your scream caught everyone off guard. You fell to your knees, and the look you sent to the reverend and his men was enough to tell them you were totally pissed.

The anger flooded your body, and an expansive wave of your magic pushed everything away. Including some of the houses and trees surrounding the village.

“It’s time to go, kid,” Miguel said. But once he saw you couldn’t stand, he took you in his arms.

Even if you hate it, you end up crying because of the pain.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, it’s over now.”

As Miguel took you in his arms, you realized something. It wasn’t only the physical pain. It was the whole trauma of being on that haunted earth.

…

“I wonder if this whole earth is cursed.” You think loudly looking at the stars once again.

“I doubt it. Okay, no. I’m not sure at all” Miguel admits.

He could have been faster with his webs, but he preferred to walk by the fields of chamomile to have you closer for a longer time.

Of course, he couldn’t dare to admit it.

“So…you think you were simultaneously fighting the goblin and the witches?” You nod, playing with your fingers.

“I guess so. It was so weird and scary. This kind of magic is dark, they use cruel things to scare you away.”

“What kind of magic do you use?” You are surprised, as this is the first time you have been talking with Miguel for real.

“I like to believe I don’t use anything. But I know it is chaos magic.”

“Powerful…” he admits.

“But also, dangerous. That’s why I regret…uh-” You suddenly quiet down, forgetting it’s Miguel O’Hara who you’re talking to.

“You don’t have to tell me…” he would never push you to anything. He barely knew you, even with all the confusing feelings.

“No, it’s okay. I-, discovered my abilities when I was an early teenager. I had two brothers, a baby, and a kid. My babies…” As Miguel carries you through the darkness, he sighs quietly, already sensing where your story is going.

“And I don’t what I did, I would never hurt them… It just happened. I disappeared them. They were gone…” your voice shatters slightly.

“My parents hate me. I haven’t seen him since then. I’m alone and I just- I just loved them so much. That it breaks my soul that I unintentionally killed them” the man stops. He places you so gently on a rock near the end of the fields.

After that, he kneels in front of you.

You know you shouldn’t have over-shared. But you don’t know what possessed you to spill everything with Miguel.

His masks disappear. And you can’t describe what kind of look he’s giving you. So, you avoid it.

“Look at me, y/n” his hands grab your chin, and slowly you rejoin to meet his eyes.

“I know how it feels. You know why” Of course you knew. Peter told you the details, but everyone knew. How he lost his daughter and how he blamed and that’s why he had changed so much.

“Even if you feel like that guilt will never stop chasing you. You have to keep going. For them…” you want to cry again so badly, but you refuse. Even your pulsating burned feet seem to hurt less.

“Why do I feel you tell me exactly what you refuse to do?” He can’t help but chuckle.

“Because you’re right…”

“No, Miguel. You’re so young and bright. You have to go out, meet new people, and be happy…” Nobody had said to him something like that in a long time.

“I’m not the most social person” This time you chuckle.

“Oh c’mmon, there must be someone you could hang out with.” He keeps quiet. Even when he's on his knees, you barely face him.

“What about Anya? Betty? Peter J?” You suggest to him some spider mates.

“What about you?” His question shocks you.

“Me?” You blush and thank the moon of the earth for not being too bright that night.

“Forget it. Sorry…” he replies, you know he’s embarrassed. So, you stop him from standing up.

“No, wait, Miguel. I would hang out with you. It’s just I never thought I was even contemplated as an option” he nods.

Just like he didn’t know why he was so careful and decided to talk about his trauma with you, he dint know what had possessed him to ask you out. Probably the witches, he thought.

“Well, you were the first option, actually.”

Both of you smile, and both of you know it. Slowly, he got closer, than you. And finally, inches away from each other face, waiting for a first kiss to happen.

“Are we interrupting?” Hobie’s voice makes you and Miguel turn. His mask comes on again, and he takes you in his arms again. Oh, you want to die out of embarrassment.

Miles and Gwen behind him seemed shocked.

“Did Pavitr and Peter take care of the anomaly?” The trio nods.

“Good. Gwen, open the portal, please” she does, and in seconds, you’re back home.

…

This time, you’re in a long grey tube skirt and black sweater, with a witch hat.

“Coming” again, Peter was late for the gathering. Even Jess, Margo, and Ben were in your place that night.

“Look who I brought…” Peter said smiling once you opened the door. Behind him, Miguel was also there. Your face blushes immediately.

Peter has gone inside your house to greet the others. But you stay on the porch with the taller man.

“You came.” Miguel nods scratching the back of his neck, probably embarrassed too.

“Peter insisted.” This time you nod.

“How’s your feet?”

“Better. I Can walk now…” you share, smiling.

Since the night on Earth 36363, since your almost kiss with Miguel and your almost day of death, you hadn’t seen him. It’s only been three days, but the awkwardness had settled.

“So…Did you mean everything you said the other night?” You ask, opting to break the ice.

“I did” he confirms to your surprise. Well, not surprised at all because you know he's a man of word.

“Te ves bien bonita” Miguel O’Hara saying you look pretty in random clothes and a witch hat at a Halloween gathering was so hard to believe.

“I- Thanks” he’s smiling. During the past three days, he slowly came to accept he had some feelings for you.

“Girl… Make a move already” Gwen yelled poking through the door with Margo. You turn to smile at them.

“Kiss him!” Miles screams from inside the place, with Mayday babbling too.

Miguel chuckles, finding the moment very silly. Especially because he knew you were embarrassed.

With your magic, you closed the door and turned to see Miguel again.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You ask him, shyly.

He rolls his eyes and leans to meet you in a kiss.

From inside the house, through the window, of course, everyone is looking at you and Miguel.

You can’t believe what’s happening. You haven’t even thought about the meaning of Miguel kissing you. You never thought about him in other way than just being your boss. But now, you like the butterflies he’s making you feel.

He has to almost kneel to meet your face and keep kissing you. And you find your way to hug his neck, making your witch hat fall.

“Even their outfits match” Peter points out. You had a black sweater, and Miguel had a grey one. You had a grey skirt, and Miguel had black pants.

“This is so weird…” Jess can’t believe it.

“Yes.” Everyone agrees.

Meanwhile, you were still kissing the man. You could easily end up falling in love with him.

…

Part two is coming.

[teddypickerry]

adding onto the Jess Mariano x reader where he has a crush on her, it’s sort of like how he was with Rory except he’s more touchy but not in an uncomfortable way, It’s like those guys that make excuses to touch you

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄.

pairing! jess mariano x fem! gilmore reader

word count! 2k

warnings! strong language

summary! in which your best friend jess pines for you by doing things for you <3

a/n! this kinda sucks but whatever. this is also unedited!!! promise i’ll edit it later. also WHY IS THERE LIKE NO JESS BLURBS ON HERE?? i’ve read all of them. help. if you want to be tagged everytime i post a jess fic or any fic really sign up for my taglist <3

THE AMBIENCE OF STARS HOLLOW had never seen the same since jess mariano moved to town. the charming town filled with chilling weather and almost burnt colored leaves were hardly the same. there was something about the leather jacket wearing boy that changed the traditional small town. maybe it was because he was the only atheist in town, taylor doose had spread around the town.

the moment you heard the words utter from the market owner you had huffed. it had never been fair to judge someone for their beliefs or views, unless they were actively hurting someone with their words or of course - physically. that's what you had been taught at least and seemed to have believed throughout all sixteen years of life. so the moment the town came conspiring against the new boy, you were sure to make sure there was someone on his side.

so when you came to work that morning you complimented his band t-shirt. and with that, you seemed pretty much in. it had been almost two months since the boy moved to the small town and you had nearly forgotten life without him. you'd grown very fond of him, despite the rest of the town's opinions differing. but luke enjoyed the two of you and your friendship. "it's good for him" the diner owner told lorelai gilmore, your mother, one evening. she never found herself agreeing but it was hard when she watched him chase you around the diner with an album in his hand. smiles brightly shone on both of your faces.

it was two days later that you found yourself wiping the diner counters after school. earbuds placed in your ears. a familiar melody playing throughout them, your favorite song. one jess had learned was your favorite his third day in the hollow. when you gasped excitedly when it began to play on the radio, singing along making him smile. a grin he quickly yanked off of his mouth when his uncle luke caught him. "sleep with a hanger in your mouth, huh? got a little crush, jessie? aw." he could practically hear luke's words.

so you scrubbed the counters, the sound of the diner bell being unheard as the boy entered. his jean jacket toppled over a flannel. truly channeling his inner john bender. it was easy to spot you. something about the magnetism you seemed to have on him. you were a goddamn fridge. and he truly believed that in a good way.

you nearly screamed when you felt arms around your waist, picking you up quickly. you were quick to realize it was jess as he lifted you off the ground, making you drop the cleaning rag onto the table. you swatted him with your free hand as an earbud fell from your ear. "what are you doing?" you nearly screamed at the boy as your interaction was now the lady liberty of the diner. "got something for ya'."

"is it on the ceiling? i don't think so. so just put me down, jess mariano!" he chuckled at your words as he set you on the ground. you were quick to turn around nearly falling into the boy not used to how close he was standing to you. there was a pretty smirk on his face. one you honestly couldn't stop thinking about. but the envelope in his hand had your attention much more. "what's that?"

"your will to live. picked it up for you off your grandmother's shoe," jess's lips curved at his own words as you fought a smirk. a hum released from your mouth as you reached forward for the envelope resulting in him reaching for it about his head. he couldn't bare the look on your face as you gave him your best puppy dog face. "jess," you whined. pulling the earbuds from your ears and sitting them on the table. "i will strangle you with these."

"but then we can't go see the strokes," he tilted his eyebrows as you furrowed your own. you stood frozen for a moment in confusion. there was no way you were going to see the strokes. you hadn't even able to get tickets the week before when they were being sold. despite wanting to go more than having a left leg. "okay that's a sick joke. even for you."

"me, joke? nev-a." jess smiled as he tapped the envelope to your chest. you had never been more confused as you reached for it, pulling it into your hands. he had taken a step back as you opened the envelope between the two of you. and there they were. two tickets to see the strokes. "jess...?"

"happy birthday," jess joked knowing your birthday was several months ago. you had wasted no time jumping into him, your arms wrapping around him as he wrapped back. picking you up in the process, before you pulled him back down. your arms wrapped around his neck as he laughed into your shoulder. there was doubt every customer in the diner was watching the two of you. the disturbance causing great entertainment for the eating folk. especially luke, who was stood in awe of his nephew. who seemed very selfless in this moment. first time for everything, i guess.

it was three days later that jess mariano found himself staring up at the sky. the dark shade of blue filled with stars that lit the night sky - but they had nothing on you. your beautiful face remained a thought in his mind all night long. until he we would see you at school, where he couldn't help but stare at you as you sat at your seat. smiling at him ever so slightly. he just wanted to hug you. he didn't know why. i mean jess was never one for hugs but god - he could hug you until the poets ran out of rhyme. in other words, until the end of time.

the next week, spider-man was at the stars hollow theater. so naturally, the two of you found yourselves clung together in a red love seat in the small room. several groups of people around you guys, all focused on the film. but jess couldn't keep his eyes off of you. a popcorn balanced in your lap, one he argued to buy you but you won that argument of course. your eyes were locked on tobey maguire while his on you. you noticed the moment you sat down how close he was to you. your legs touching as he leaned in a little closer. jess wasn't the guy to get nervous, no, but he was a little nervous around you.

so when you turned to him twenty minutes into the film, your eyes locking, his heart nearly stopped. "are you gonna watch the movie or what?" you whispered to him, a newfound confidence boosting through you. he could only admire how close your face was to his in that moment. and how much he wanted to kiss you. "hm, i like this view much better."

and with that, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in. your head leaned onto jess's shoulder nuzzling into him comfortably. and fuck, he would have thought he died and went to heaven.

nearly two weeks later was the concert. the two of you hadn't seen one another very often since the movie night. partly because you were stuck with your grandparents in maine for a few days, and partly because jess's feelings towards you started to mess with him a little bit. he didn't want to mess up whatever the two of you had first of all, and second of all, he had never felt this way before. sure, he had went on a few dates. but those were dates with girls. but you, you were so much more. you were his favorite person. so, he couldn't fuck that up.

but, the evening of the concert be sucked all his feelings down. not ready to ruin an evening the both of you looked forward to so much, over his feelings. a red baseball tee cling to his waist, his classic leather jacket over it to fight the cold december month. he leaned against the door as he knocked on it loudly, making sure you would hear.

the moment the door opened, he completely forgot the attempt of lost feelings for the evening. the way you looked in your tank top and jeans (and of course leather jacket) made his heart jump a mile. he decided in that moment, that he wanted you. he truly did. scratch that. he needed you.

"hey, jess." your voice was like a simple song turned to a symphony. you immediately noticed his hand on the doorway, his position giving you a great look of him. your heart also raced. god, you're both idiots.

"hey, y/n. you..." jess's voice trailed off as he gave you a small smirk, one that was too familiar. he let out a breath as he stood normally and stepped back. "c'mon."

you wasted no time shutting the door behind you, following him to the car. there was something off about him today. you knew he was avoiding you, you'd called him three times in the past week and everytime luke answered. "uh... he's busy right now, y/n. he'll call you later." spoiler alert, he never called.

the entire car ride reciprocated the interactions between the two of you in the past few weeks. silent, awkward, & non-existent. the radio hummed in the background during the hour drive. jess tapped along to the beat as you got lost looking out the window. it was forty minutes in that you finally glanced over at him. his eyes were on the road, his hand messing around with the radio. "are you gonna watch the road or not?" jess asked, mirroring your words from weeks before.

you let out a laugh, biting down on your lip for a second as you watched him glance over at you. with that pretty boy glance that made you go mad. "i like this view much better." you repeated his own words, a smile appearing on his lips. it was what happened next that made you nearly jump a mile. jess moved his hand from the radio, settling on some black sabbath. his fingers brushed your knee, warmly placing them above his knee. his hand cupped your leg, inching it up slightly. jess rested it directly in the middle of your thigh.

the smile on both of your faces spoke for the two of you. and god, it felt so good. the moment you arrived at the venue jess didn't let you out of his touch. his fingers intertwining with yours as you made your way with the crowd. his warm hands never left yours even when handing the tickets to the bouncers - which of course was a hassle. but you couldn't complain. because the way you felt when he touched you was something unbelievable and something you never felt before. you truly wanted to be his.

standing beneath the stage with hundreds of other people. but all you wanted to do was look at the boy beside you. the boy who bought you tickets for the show. the boy who punched the guy who said he'd have to "double bag" if he got anywhere near you. the same boy who snuck into your room last month when you called him up crying, to simply let you know you had someone. and the exact same boy who you were falling in love with. and who was falling in love with you.

the lights dimmed as the band took stage. the shared smiles on both of your faces and squeeze between your hands was all you ever needed. several songs and several sweet interactions between you two as he watched you dance around and laughed along. singing together as he wrapped his arms around you. and simply simple shared smiles. it was when "last nite" started playing that you noticed him looking at you a certain way. the concert was ending soon. and your seeming fairytale coming to an end.

but the perfect ending to the perfect night had to happen at once. the sweet sounds of the band echoing throughout the venue. his eyes were locked on you, no care for anyone one else around the two of you. his hand gripped your waist, the other already holding your hand. you looked at him,  your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him in closer. and just like that, his lips pressed to yours. your lips moved together passionately something the both of you had both waited for, for months.

"i'm gonna take you home as my girlfriend."

[j0elmill3r]

It's Me, Hi, I'm the Problem It's Me

Pairing/s - Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Tommy Miller x Niece!Reader, Unnamed Boyfriend x Miller!Reader, Miller!Reader x Jesse (For my fellow game players)

Summary - Joel was never there for his daughter, but she could always rely on her uncle Tommy.

CW - Child neglect, abandonment, child abuse, teenage pregnancy, emotional neglect

Word Count - 3.4k

A/N - Okay...here is the fix it fic if you wanna call it that, for so casually cruel in the name of being honest, let me know if y'all enjoy! As always, feedback, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! As per usual with my fics, there is no way that this follows the canonical timeline of either the game or the show!

Joel Miller Masterlist

Tommy was sure he had never worried about Joel, never in the entirety of his life, in which he had always known his brother, he never felt threatened or unsafe with him. He knew that Joel was a great dad to Sarah, the three of them often took trips together, and Joel always went to Sarah's soccer games and made time for her - He could not say the same for Joel's parenting towards you. You had been left on Joel's doorstep when you were about a year old, your mother claiming that she couldn't look after you anymore and that Joel was your father, something which he deep down, very much doubted. In his denial of being your father, he refused to act like one towards you - The trips still remained exclusive to Tommy, Joel, and Sarah, leaving you alone in the house and with only your neighbours to check on you. He didn't speak to you very much, and your sister wasn't any better - But in her defence, she was acting purely out of spectating how your father treated you - Which often left you lonely and to your own devices, your dad only focused on your apparent negatives, you found yourself feeling like more a problem than a child.

However, your uncle Tommy never made you feel that way - He always bought you presents on your few birthdays you had before the outbreak so you would have something to show your friends at pre-school, he reminded Joel, albeit last minute, about Christmas presents for you - He knew that Joel could have cared less about your feelings towards the day, but Tommy did. On many occasions, Tommy had called Joel out on his bullshit way of treating you, but Joel told him that he wouldn't understand, he wasn't a father and wouldn't get it until he was one.

But as far as Tommy was concerned, he was your father. He deserved that title way more than Joel did, anything  your so-called father should have been doing for you, Tommy did.

Which is why he felt so guilty leaving you alone with Joel after their argument about Tommy joining the fireflies. He knew, and had saw, what Joel was capable of - If he had found a good enough reason, Tommy feared what your father would do to you. When he met Maria, he had told her about you, and about Joel's unjust hatred towards you - And he was shocked when she encouraged him to go back for you, bring you to Jackson where you could be kept safe. So that's what Tommy did, he went back for you.

You and Joel hadn't found a QZ yet, so were still staying in the farmhouse that you had been in for the 3 years since the outbreak. As Tommy made his way into the house, he found you alone, your father nowhere to be seen - Had he abandoned you? Tommy thought, his heart both breaking and filling with anger at the thought of your father abandoning you and leaving you to die.

"Y/N?" He said softly, not wanting to spook you. You turned to face him, your eyes lighting up at the face of your uncle Tommy - who you had missed so much. He smiled as you threw yourself into his arms, to which he held you tightly. He knew you didn't talk much - most likely a result of your father failing to encourage your speech development or giving you much conversation, Tommy had been making some progress in helping you before the outbreak, but had since stopped after. "Where's your dad?" Tommy asked you, noticing the lack of his things scattered around the house.

"Gone," You told him. You didn't know where your dad had gone, he had left without telling you anything, hastily grabbing his things and the remainder of the food, and shoving them into his backpack and slamming the door in your face as he left. You had counted 3 sunsets since he had gone, but you still hoped that he was going to come back, you didn't like being alone, even though it was how your dad had made you feel throughout your entire life. Tommy frowned, so Joel had abandoned you.

"Alright, come on, you're going to come with me, okay?" Tommy picked you up and carried you out to the truck he had stolen, he went back into the house, leaving a note for Joel, just in case he ever decided to notice you missing. "You're going to come live with me and Maria, in a place called Jackson, we have horses' and I can show you how to ride one, you can make friends and maybe even go to school. You'll love it there." He told you, looking beside him and at you. You didn't look happy, but he couldn't blame you at all, you'd been through absolute hell in your first 6 years of living, so Tommy could understand that you could be a bit upset - But he was going to change that, he was going to give you the life that you deserved, even in a post apocalyptic world.

Tommy and Maria did the best that they could for you. They sent you to the small school in Jackson a while after they had improved your speech, which had gone considerably better than it did the first time that Tommy tried. You did, however, end up pregnant at 17. You and your boyfriend at the time were just fooling around, it was never anything serious until you missed a period. You had discounted it, maybe it was just a one time thing, you had told yourself - that was until you missed it again the next month, and the one after that; that was when you realised what that meant, especially when the rest of your symptoms came out to play, morning sickness, headaches, bloating, they all confirmed your suspicions. You had to sit Tommy and Maria down, calling a family meeting, as Tommy liked to call them.

"So, you know that I love you both, very much," You started off, looking at both of them to try and judge their moods - Okay, maybe it wasn't looking too bad, maybe they wouldn't kill you on the spot. "A-And I just want you to know that this was very much accidental, we didn't plan this at all and it-it just happened!" You cried, tears bubbling in your eyes as you looked between the two of them. Tommy and Maria looked to each other, putting two and two together at what you were hinting at.

"Y/N," You looked at Maria through bleary, teary eyes. Although your eyes were blurry, you could make out the sympathetic look on her face. "Are you pregnant?" You sobbed as you nodded - Hearing someone ask you made it all the realer to you; You were pregnant. "Oh honey, come here, it's okay." She assured you, getting up to give you a comforting hug.

"I'm sorry," You cried into her shoulder, unable to meet eyes with your uncle Tommy, who was thinking of the most efficient way to end your boyfriends life. Maria sighed sadly as she looked at you.

"What are you and (name) doing about it?" She asked you - You knew she would be the more sympathetic towards you, knowing she had a son, Kevin.  You sniffled as you rubbed your eyes, still unable to look over at your uncle.

"We haven't...I haven't told him yet," You admitted, looking at Maria sheepishly. She sighed, but understood that you were scared. "Are you guys mad at me?" You whimpered, frowning as you looked at the two of them. Maria smiled at you sympathetically and shook her head.

"Of course not, honey, it was an accident, and it's done now," She explained to you. "There's nothing we can do now, everything is up to you, okay? Don't let this boy make you do something you don't want to. If he does, you come and get me or Tommy, understand?" You nodded, and finally looked over to your uncle.

"Uncle Tommy?" He looked up at you and his face softened. Letting out a reluctant sigh, he stood up and made his way over to you, embracing both you and Maria. He knew that there was no point in being mad at you, it was done now and what you were going to do would be your choice.

This was not how things were supposed to go. Your boyfriend had been killed on a patrol the week before your estimated due date - Maria felt horrendously guilty, she had sent him out on that patrol, which now left you a single teenage mother and your son fatherless. Your stressing had also not been good, since it had sent you into labour at 3am when you couldn't sleep - When calling it for help, you had called Tommy dad.

He didn't mind at all. He knew that if anyone deserved the title of your father it was him. Joel had abandoned you as a child and it seemed like he didn't care to ever ask if you were alive any time they ever communicated - But that was fine. If your father didn't care to ask about you, why should you care, right? It was also not on your mind at the time, since you were about to give birth after an excruciatingly long 9 months. You always said it had been worth it in the end for your son, Thomas, named after your uncle. Tommy and Maria had been kind enough to help out with Thomas when they could so you could still live your life, if anything, they enjoyed looking after your son.

"Thomas, be careful please!" You called out to your son, watching as he ran off and into the school building, and you smiled as he came running back to you. Concern flooded you, was he okay? was he sick? Did he need to go home? "What's wrong honey?" You crouched down in front of him as he ran back to you.

"I forgot to say I love you, mama," He said with a smile, showing the gap where one of his bottom teeth had fallen out. You grinned as you kissed Thomas' forehead, hugging him tightly.

"I love you too, baby. Have a good day, okay? Be a good boy," You told him, smiling as he ran off once more, waving to you before the doors closed. Feeling a presence behind you, you stood up to meet your boyfriend's face. Jesse smiled as he kissed you on the lips, putting an arm around your waist to rest his hand on your stomach - still flat for another few months. You had gotten with Jesse when you were both 19 and over the course of your 4 year relationship, he had been a great father to Thomas, and was going to be a father to a child of his own, their gender not yet known. "How do you think he's going react when we tell him?" You asked Jesse, resting your head on his chest for a minute, looking up when he chuckled at your question.

"Well, he did ask for a younger sibling, so judging by that he'll probably start crying," You quirked your eyebrow at his response. "If he's anything like his mom, he'll start crying when he gets what he wants." You scoffed and shook your head as you feigned offence - You knew what he meant, you were a hormonal mess at the moment, and as for Thomas, he's six, he goes through the "big 'motions" as he likes to call them. Your biggest thing for your son was that he felt heard and understood as you never did at that age. You had made your uncle Tommy tell you everything about your father when you were pregnant with Thomas, you needed to know what not to do, but you knew that you could never do to your son what your father had to you, you would never make him feel unloved or unwanted, and you most certainly wouldn't abandon him in the middle of nowhere to starve.

Growing up, Tommy had told you that it was completely fine and understandable if you wanted to say that you hated your father - But even as a young teenager, you couldn't find it in you to hate him for what he had done to you. Now as an adult and a mother, you understood what Tommy meant. You didn't know how he, or any parent, could treat their child the way that Joel Miller had treated you. That name. That name? It meant nothing to you anymore. You weren't sure what you would do if you saw Joel in the flesh - You were sure he wouldn't recognise you, since you were 6 the last time he had seen you, and he probably assumed that you were dead, given that he had left you for dead in a farmhouse. You knew that Maria had made Tommy stop the minimal communication with Joel, you knew it was out of the safety of the three of you and your son. Which is why you were so shocked when Joel turned up in Jackson, a girl, maybe 13 or 14, trailing behind him.

You tried your hardest to go about your dad as normal, but it was all that was playing on your mind all day, the possibility of having to face Joel again. Jesse could tell there was something on your mind, but decided not to press you about it. You feared when he went out on patrol, after what happened to your last boyfriend who had went on patrol and came back wrapped in a sheet - You couldn't lose Jesse, you loved him too much.

Joel watched the woman a couple metres away from him with odd curiosity, he felt like he knew this woman, but wasn't sure where from. She stood at the school doors, but she looked awfully young to be waiting for a child, but he watched as a small boy came running at her full pelt, calling out her name - mama! The woman hugged who he now knew to be her son, and took his hand to walk away from the school. Joel's breath caught in his throat, she was older now, but he knew her face - His youngest daughter, you. You gave Joel a quick, hardened glance, before looking away and walking home with Thomas.

"Who was that, mama?" He asked you, looking up at you, curiosity in his eyes. You looked down at him and sighed, you had raised him thinking that Tommy was his grandfather - and as much as he was, he wasn't. You opened the front door, helping Thomas take his jacket off and hang it up on the pegs at the front door, then helping him take his shoes off.

"That was mama's dad, baby," You told him, watching as confusion made its way onto your sons small face. "But we don't talk to him." He frowned as he pouted.

"Why?" Thomas questioned you, his wide eyed, innocent gaze studying your face. You sighed pulling him onto your lap, smiling as he rested his head on your chest.

"Because, he wasn't very nice to mama growing up," You told it gently to Thomas, he didn't need to know the details of your fathers neglectful behaviour towards you. "So that's why I'm so close with Tommy, he was like my dad growing up, just like how Jesse is like your dad." You explained to him - You told him when he was 4 that Jesse wasn't his real daddy, but that his real daddy did love him very much, and that they just couldn't be together.

"Oh," He yawned, cuddling in closer to you. You rested your hand on his back, running it up and down gently to soothe him to sleep. "Love you." Thomas mumbled, dozing off to sleep in your arms.

"I love you too, baby," You whispered back to him, standing up and carrying him up to his room, laying him in his bed and tucking him in, the small stuffed bear that Maria had made for him when he was a baby stuffed in beside him.

"I saw Y/N."

Tommy's head snapped up to look at Joel, anger on his face at the audacity of his brother to even mention your name.

"Don't, Joel," Tommy warned him. Joel quirked his eyebrows as he looked at his younger brother. 17  years gave Joel a lot of thinking time - he thought of what he would say to you if he ever saw you again, if you were even alive, for the first time, he was ready to admit that he felt guilty for how he treated you throughout the period of your childhood you had spent with him.

"She has a son?" Joel asked him. Tommy sighed as he nodded, his eyes narrowed at Joel. "How old is he?"

"He's 6, Y/N had him when she was 17. Her and her boyfriend are expecting, but it's not like you would care," Tommy informed him. Joel couldn't explain why, but he smiled - did this make him a grandpa.  Before either of them could say anything else, the front door opened and then closed;

"Tommy?" You called out, making your way into the living room with Thomas in your arms. You froze, your heart rate picking up as you now stood face to the face with Joel Miller, the man who had despite giving you life, hated you for it. "Thomas, go with grandpa Tommy, please." Your uncle took Thomas from your arms, knowing that you were finally ready to confront your father.

"Come on bud, let's go play outside," Tommy took him outside, leaving you and Joel in the living room. Joel looked at you, studying how much you had changed and grown up.

"Y/N-"

"No, shut up. I have waited for years, to speak to you about the amount of shit you put me through," You seethed, your chest beginning to heave as you started. Joel looked away from you shamefully. "You abandoned me in the middle of nowhere, with no food or water, you left me starve and die, what kind of a fucking father are you?" You jabbed your finger into his chest. "I was a little girl, and you hated me for no reason. You're such a pathetic excuse of a man, you know that? I fucking hate you." You ranted, shoving Joel away from you, despite how much your inner child just wanted to hug him, so you ended up hugging yourself, a self soothing technique you had picked up as a child.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Joel apologised. You scoffed and shook your head incredulously, a look of sheer, unadulterated anger on your face.

"You're sorry? You're fucking sorry?!" You yelled, tears filling your eyes. You couldn't believe the audacity of this man, he ruined your life, and now he was sorry? "You know what? I know that you're sorry, but I do not forgive you, and I just want you to know that for the rest of your life I will never, ever, forgive you for how you treated me. I need you to know that I resent you way more than you ever did me." Joel nodded. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't for you to say that you hated him. He sighed, watching as you exited the house and went outside to Thomas and your uncle Tommy, that was your family, not him.

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[filowli]

Tú eres mi ángel. [Pt 1]

Prowler! Miles Morales x Spider! Fem! Reader

A/n – Unedited, I'll fix it when I finish part 2 (before I forget what to do next💀) And this fic is in 3rd person so there's no y/n

Contains – Slight Cursing, Possible spoilers?? That's all

Miles || Reader

Masterlist (coming soon!) · Pt 1 · Pt 2 · Pt 3 · ???

Enjoy Pookies ! XOXO

Summary – Miles gets a visit from someone he thought he'd never see again. But it's not really her.

Her heart drops when Miles starts sprinting towards her. Sticking on the wall for a few seconds she finally gets off and swinging away to safety. But Miles was fast, he jumped through the glass of Aaron's apartment, dashing and jumping from block to block as if he were on the moon, getting closer to her by the second. The spider panicked and tried her best to swing as fast as she could, Miles caught on to her and pulled her leg while airborne, she quickly fell as he pulled her down. He slammed her down the floor and cracks could even be seen on the concrete, she hit her back first which made her lungs ache in pain and she couldn't breathe from the pain. His hand grabbed her suit, while his clawed gauntlet closes it's hand in a fist, aimed at the spider.

Miles was in with his uncle Aaron in his apartment, doing some new moves for training. When they heard a knock from the large window of Aaron's apartment, it was a lady, wearing some sort of mask. She was upside down and waved at them when they looked at her. They got themselves ready to attack, Miles activated his mask, with his claws at the ready, Uncle Aaron with a bat. But she shakes her hands around, signaling she wasn't a threat to them. Aaron and Miles look at each other then Aaron gestures his head at her, signaling Miles to attack the mysterious Spider-person.

"Talk." His deep, almost robotic voice spoke, demanding that the spider talk. She finally inhales despite the pain in her lungs, "It's not what it looks like, Miles. I'm not here to hurt you." He stops for a second, not letting his guard down but only brings his fist higher, "How do you know my name?" She didn't want to tell him, "That's not important right now! I need your help! You're the only person here who could help me!" He growls in irritation "Why should I help you?"

She's scared to tell him any further, She pulls her leg up and kicks him on the chest to escape from his grasp and lands in a spiderman landing pose, she immediately stands up to avoid any further attacks from him "Please just hear me out Miles! Stop attacking me for a sec!" He doesn't listen and swings a punch at her but she immediately dodges as soon as her Spider senses started tingling. "I won't listen until I know who I'm talking to! Now tell me how you know my damn name?!" He swings another punch at her but she dodges again. "Because I have to keep my identity a secret!" "And why is that??" He swings a lot faster which catches her off guard and he lands a punch on her nose, Which was from his hand that didn't have a gauntlet.

She falls down again, but this time he steps on her wrists which had the watch on it, he crushes it without knowing what it was. Her head snaps towards the sound of the gizmo shattering. Her eyes widened and she looked back up at Miles. "MILES! WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU BROKE MY WATCH!" She shrieked in panic, webbing herself from under him and pulling herself away from him, she took a glance at the broken watch but it started sparking and a glitch of a hologram came out and the Jess' glitchy voice too but it died out as soon as it appeared. She started to panic way more, tapping on the screen numerous times but she started to glitch, she groans in pain and falls on all fours. She takes a few breaths before slowly getting back up, she looked at Miles who was still there. Looking at her.

She looked down "That was my only way home, and the thing that's keeping me alive you fucking pendejo." She grit her teeth. He was offended at the sudden Spanglish insult, "You might have been tracking me. So I had to." He spat back. "It was to track what monster or villain came to your earth! They're dangerous! And Miguel was the only one who could contain it!" She placed her hands on her head in panic, she started pacing around. "Who's Miguel?" Miles asked. She groans in annoyance, "A nice man willing to save the multiverse from utter destruction! And if I don't report back to him using this!" She shows her broken watch "He'll have to escort me back to my own universe or worse! he'll kill me!" She explains in a panic.

Miles looks at her dumbfounded "So you're saying, the Multiverse, actually exists?" He asks and she sighs and nods, calming down. His expression softens under his mask, he has so much questions but he still doesn't trust her. "They'll come for me for a few minutes since they can't reach me through the watch, I'm guessing you have questions?" She says. He looks at her, "Why are these villains dangerous? And why did you start glitching as if you were from a game or something?" He asked. Her eyes close and she inhales before saying "Because they're from another universe, from another Earth, they could disrupt your timeline and completely destroy your universe."

She sighs and continued, "And the glitching is because I'm not from here, without that watch I start to disappear from this earth, slowly but surely." She answers his questions, slumped against a wall. Miles felt a bit bad, he looks down but he doesn't apologize. He wanted to ask something so important, but he ignores it, "How do you know my name?" He asks once again, she looked at him. "Well since you know now, it's because I have a Miles on my Earth." She says, "But. We're not on good terms if you could say." She added, Miles furrowed his eyebrows from under the mask, he looks away but asks "Why?"

"Because we broke up."

PART 1 END.

A/n – OK that wasn't really a good way to end that but I tried 😭 I haven't finished any fics in a while plus I just started posting on Tumblr so if y'all have any notes I'd gladly take them 🫶 and I could up an asks thing (help I'm new to this lmao) But I hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned for future parts!

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where you lead i will follow , mat barzal

note, hello! here is it! my summer 2023 fic exchange! thank you to @wyattjohnston for putting together another amazing exchange! you are so slay! this fic is for @prettytoxicrevolver! i hope this is as slay as you hoped for and i hope you enjoy! so, i love gilmore girls too, and have a fic inspired by luke and lorelai coming soon, so i instead went with jess and rory because i am a jess girl. if you aren't, argue to a wall cause i don't care. this is loosely based on their relationship, this isn't them. just wanted to clarify. another note, sorry there are a lot of time jumps just cause i'm lazy, but i promise this is still very slay. pair, mat barzal x reader summary, mat barzal is new to town, sort of. a town he didn't want to be in. after not so good press towards the end of the season in new york, during the off-season, the team decides to send him to ivory lake, a small town where his uncle lives, just until everything dies down. the first night he's there, his uncle forces him to go dinner at his not-girlfriend's house. there, he meet's her daughter, and he realizes he has more in common with her than he thinks. warnings, none :) word count, 5175 words (this is longer than i expected lol)

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As soon as Mat stepped out of the taxi, he knew he would rather be anywhere else, "Mat." His uncle Milo greeted him stiffly as he stepped off the bus.

"Milo." Mat greeted, a flat expression on his face.

"You can call me Uncle Milo, you know." Milo attempted.

"Right." Mat nodded, making his way to the back of the taxi and grabbing all his bags.

"Well, let's get you home." Milo capped his hands and grabbed one of Mat's bags and leading him towards his apartment. Milo set Mat's bags down in the room he had designated as Mat's, "All right, well you get unpacked. My friend Lauren invited us over for dinner tonight."

"And you're telling me why?"

Milo sighed, "Because you're coming along, and you can't say no." Mat sighed, "Oh, and by the way, no one knows who you are here."

"They don't?" Mat asked.

"I don't think anyone in Ivory watches hockey." Milo chuckled, "Anyways, your secret is safe with me." Milo reassured him, then walked down the hall, leaving Mat alone in his new room in a town he didn't know anything about full of people who had no idea who he was or why he was there.

-

Milo and Mat stood on the Y/L/N doorstep. Milo looked over at Mat, and reached over, fixing his hair, "What the hell, man?" Mat snapped, swatting his hands away.

"Did you even brush your hair?"

"I did, actually."

They both turned to the door when it swung open. Your mom, Lauren, greeted them both with a warm smile, "You must be Mat." Your mom smiled.

"Mat I am." He nodded.

"Huh, he's funny too." Lauren nodded, raising a brow, "Well, come in. Dinner's almost ready." She stepped aside so they could enter.

Mat walked into your small apartment, his eyes going around every corner and looking at every photo on the wall. It was all of you and your mom, most when you were younger but there were a couple that were newer because you both looked a little older.

"Y/N, our guests are here." Your mom hollered down the hallway. You came down the hallway, fixing your necklace.

You smiled, "You must be Mat."

"Yeah." He nodded, moving behind you to get a better look at the racks of CDs you had. You frowned, "These yours?"

"Yeah." You nodded, mirroring his previous actions.

"Wow, The Cranberries and The Jonas Brothers." He nodded, picking up the two very different CDs.

"It's called taste." You grabbed them and set them back in their spots.

"Nah, I'm not judging. I like a girl who can do both." He smirked, picking up another CD and reading the back.

"You listen to music much?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"A little." He shrugged.

"You can borrow that." You told him.

"I'm good." He shrugged.

"Hey, you two, dinner's ready." Your mom popped her head out of the kitchen and into the living room where you two were.

-

A couple days later, Mat was getting accustomed to life in wherever he was. He didn't know what it was called and he didn't care to know. He had picked up a small cup of ice cream and was walking down the street, heading back to Milo's apartment when he saw you leaving the music store.

You looked up as he approached you," Hey, Mat." You smiled, "How are you liking it here in Ivory?"

"It's small."

"Small."

"Much smaller than where I'm from." He admitted.

"Right." You nodded, narrowing your eyes before clearing your throat, "I should get going. I'll see you around though."

"Wait, I have something for you." He pulled out the CD he had been eying a few days ago.

"Oh, wow, you didn't have to buy it, I offered it to you."

"I know. This is your's." You were stunned.

"Right." You nodded, taking it back from him.

"See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah." You stood in your spot, stunned.

-

A few days later, all you could think about was Mat. The interaction a few days ago, albeit short, was still on your mind. You were... confused to say the least. He was cold the first time you met, but the second time, things felt different.

"...Now, I don't know if you have anything going on two weeks from Friday, but I sort of signed us up for a dance class." Your mom told you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Dance class?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Why did you sign us up for a dance class? You can barely tell your right from your left and have awful hand/eye coordination."

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." Your mom explained, "I panicked. There are a few other ladies at work doing it, so I decided why not?"

"You are insane. When you're sweating and panting, I'll laugh." You leaned back in your seat, shaking your head. The bells above the diner jingled, and you looked up, curious when you heard the diner quiet down.

Living in a small town, everyone knew everyone. It was quite the cliche. So, when news went around that Mat was in town, everyone knew and everyone started gossiping. What did he do that was so bad he had to be sent away? Why was he here?

Mat looked around the diner, taking a deep breath as everyone looked at him like he was a caged animal, "Hey, why don't we tone it down a notch, guys?" Your mom called out, but no one listened to her and continued staring.

"Hey, quit it!" You shouted, and that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze and they all went back to what they were doing. Mat shot you both an appreciative look before going to the counter to order.

As he was leaving, he stopped by your table, "Hey, thanks for that."

"It's no problem." Your mom shrugged it off, "Next time you see creeps look at us, just shout at them for us, then we'll be even." She winked.

Mat nodded with a smile, the first you'd seen from him, "Cool." He nodded, "I'll see you around. Gotta get this back to Milo." He held up his bag of food.

"Oh, yeah. He gets cranky."

"So, I've heard." Mat chuckled, before smiling and giving you a fake salute before walking out the door.

-

"Y/N, there's someone here for you." Your mom hollered down the hallway.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"You'll just have to see." She winked, making her way down the hallway to her own room and shutting the door.

Your brows furrowed together as you made your way down the hallway to the front door where Mat was waiting in the doorway, "Mat? What're you doing here? Is there a CD you wanna borrow or something?"

"No," He chuckled, "I wanted to apologize. For my behavior the first time we met." You were stunned at his apology and the fact that he even was apologizing.

"Oh..." You didn't know what to say, "Well, thank you. I accept your apology. I get it. If I were new in a small town and were forced to meet new people, I'd probably react the same way."

"That still doesn't excuse my behavior." You raised a brow at the way he was speaking.

"Are you okay? Did you, like, go to school with the prince or something? Why are you talking so properly?" You laughed.

"Media training."

"Media training? Are you a promise?" Your eyes widened.

He laughed, "No. I play a little hockey in New York."

"Wow, a real city boy." You teased, "You any good?"

"A little." Mat smiled with a nod. You hummed, smiling, "So, look, there isn't much to do around here, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the music store with me." He offered.

You were shocked, "Yeah, sure." You nodded.

"Cool." He nodded, trying to play it cool, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Cool." He nodded again, "How does 1 sound?"

"Sounds good." You nodded.

-

The next day, you were ready way before 1 o'clock, and at exactly 1 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on your door and you knew immediately who it was.

You jumped off the couch, smoothing down your pants, before making your way over and opening the door, "Hey." You smiled.

"Hey, you ready?" He asked, his hands shoved into his pockets. On the outside, he looked cool and carefree but on the inside, he was so nervous and could feel the nervous sweat going down his back.

"Yeah." You grabbed your bag and then locked your door. You walked and talked over to the music store, the conversation very mundane.

The second you walked through, you were off in your own world. You ditched Mat and started rifling through the records as if you weren't there a couple days ago.

"Looking for anything in particular?" He asked, looking through the box next to you.

"No, but every now and then, they get new records." You shrugged, continuing your search.

"Hey, Y/N." The owner, Vic, called out, grabbing your attention, "I think I have something for you." He waved you over. You eagerly walked over and gasped when he pulled a record from under the desk.

"Vic, have I ever told you I love you?" Your eyes were wide as he handed you the record.

He only smiled as Mat walked over in confusion, "What's so special about a Blink-182 record?"

"We moved houses a little while ago, and in the move, I lost this record. It meant everything to me. I would play it practically every day, so when it went missing, it was the worst day of my life. I've been on the lookout for one since then, but for some reason, it's been impossible."

"Until today," Vic spoke up with a proud smile.

"Until today." You nodded with a smile. You got your wallet out, ready to pay, but Mat stopped you, "What?"

"I got it." He told you, handing Vic his card.

"What? No." You shook your head.

"Can't I just do this nice thing?" He chuckled.

You pursed your lips as you tried to read him, "Fine." You related, letting Vic swipe his card so he could pay.

Mat held the door open for you as you exited, "You know, I didn't tell you that story just for you to pay for this right?"

"I know." He nodded, "I just wanted to." He shrugged.

"Well, next time you see something you like, within reason, let me buy it for you." You nudged him.

"We'll see." He smirked.

-

As the weeks passed, you and Mat started hanging out more. You learned about his life in New York, learned about his best friend Anthony, his sister, and his parents. You also learned about his crippling fear of dogs, which was hilarious, and he regretted it the moment you started laughing.

He learned about your love for books and your love for ABBA and Mamma Mia. He learned your mom worked at a hotel and she also shared your love of music.

Your mom was at work, so you were left alone. It was summer after all. You were startled and confused by the knock at the door, "What're you doing here?" You asked.

"Hi, Mat. Good to see you too." He joked sarcastically.

"With the formalities out of the way, my question remains. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was doing some research. There's a hockey team nearby. It's like minor league, I don't think they even keep score, but I got us tickets. They're for today." He held up a piece of paper with information about the team.

"Let's say I wasn't free. What would you do?" You asked.

"Go to the game alone." He shrugged.

"Fine. Just give me like 10 minutes."

"You have 5." You raised a brow, "I was working up the courage to ask you and kind of wasted a lot of time. The game starts in an hour and it takes a while to get there." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Awh, do I make you nervous, Mat?" You teased.

He quickly shook his head, "No."

You laughed, "All right, five minutes." You nodded.

-

You found your seats but before you made it, Mat insisted on buying you a hat from one of the parents outside. The merch had the team logo on it, and most of the people inside were wearing it.

"Wow, this is much more enthusiastic than I imagined for some reason." You laughed.

"Yeah, they can get pretty rowdy." He looked around.

"So, you go to many games in New York?" You asked.

He laughed, "A few."

"What does that mean?" You asked curiously, to which he only smiled, turning his attention to the ice as they began the national anthem.

By second period intermission, Mat had explained every rule of the game to you so you understood a little of what was going on, "Hey, I'm gonna get a hotdog, you want anything?" He stood up from his seat.

"A hotdog sounds pretty good about now." You nodded with a smile.

By the time Mat got back, the second period was getting ready to start, "Sorry, line for hotdogs was long." He handed you yours with a couple packets of condiments, "Didn't know what you wanted, so I got everything."

"It's all good. Thank you." you smiled, "How much do I owe you?"

"It's on me." He shook his head as you pulled out your phone.

"What? Mat we can't keep doing this. I have money, you know." You joked.

"I know, but I feel bad that I took so long."

"It's fine. I made a friend." You pointed below you to the kid who was sitting in front of you with his family. The kid waved, a look of awe on his face.

Mat winked. He knew the look on the kid's face. It was one he was all too familiar with. The look of recognition. The kid knew who he was, but thankfully, had the manners not to say anything.

By the end of the game, you were practically a seasoned expert. You followed Mat around the arena, thinking you were going to the car, but were confused when you ended up right next to the ice.

"What are we doing here?" You asked nervously.

"Well, since it's your first game, I thought I'd make it memorable." He smiled, "Your gonna ride the Zamboni." Your eyes widened.

"What?" He pointed to the big ice machine coming down the hall.

"So, who's it gonna be?" The Zamboni driver asked, looking between you and Mat. Mat quickly, without hesitation, pointed to you, "All right, hop on." The man smiled.

You got on the Zamboni, and it felt like an out-of-body experience as you drove around the rink. Mat watched, filming the entire thing, from the entrance off the side of the ice.

"That was crazy." You exclaimed as you hopped off.

"Yeah? I thought you'd like it." He laughed, sending a smile and a wave to the driver and the couple of workers in charge of the Zamboni.

"That was so cool, Mat. Thank you. I had a lot of fun tonight."

"I'm glad I was able to be the lucky guest who took you to your first game."

"Glad you were here for it. You're a good teacher. Thanks to you, I wasn't so clueless." You laughed.

-

"And you're absolutely sure there's nothing going on?" Mat asked.

Lauren sighed, "Yes, Mat, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure I know my own kid's schedule."

"Okay, I just want to make sure. These tickets were very expensive and I don't think they're refundable."

"And I told you, I can pay for her ticket." Lauren insisted with another exasperated sigh.

"And I told you I got it covered," Mat told her.

Both of their heads whipped over to the door as you walked in, confused at the way they both looked over at you, "Hi."

"Hi, honey." Your mom smiled, "Well, I'm going to get going. I've got some stuff to do. I'll see you later." She grabbed her bag quickly and kissed your head before leaving.

"That was strange." You laughed, setting your stuff down on the couch, "So, what're you doing here? Another hockey game?" You asked.

"Well..."

"Oh, please don't tell me you bought hockey tickets again. I had fun, but I think the next time we go, I should buy them because I feel like a moocher and if I buy them then you can't tell me no." You ranted.

He smiled, "Not like that, but I do have another surprise."

"Oh, no."

"Oh no" what?" He asked.

"Your surprises are always big and expensive."

"The hockey tickets weren't too bad and the record I got you was even cheaper than both tickets combined."

"Mat..."

"Okay, fine, this one's a little expensive." He handed you an envelope, nodding his head when you raised a brow at him. Your entire body froze when you read what the paper said.

"Mat Barzal." You gasped, "Are you serious right now? This isn't a joke?" You started looking around the room.

"What're you looking for?" He laughed.

"Cameras." You answered.

"Stop, I'm being serious. They're real." He grabbed your arms and sat you back down.

"Holy crap." You sat down, covering your mouth in shock, "You actually got Blink-182 tickets?"

"Yeah." He nodded with a proud smile on his face.

"How?"

"I know a guy." He shrugged, to which you raised a brow, "All right, my sisters pretty good at this, so I had her get them for me."

"Well, tell your sister I love her, and thank you." You were still in shock as you kept reading the tickets, "Oh, my God, now I have to find something to wear." You rushed off to your room.

-

"This is insane." You shouted over the loud noise of everyone in the arena, "And so are these seats. I don't think I've ever been this close to the stage for a concert in my life." You laughed.

"Yeah, Liana is really good at these kinds of things." Mat nodded.

"I really can't thank you enough, Mat. This means so much. No one's ever done this for me."

"Eh, it was nothing." He shrugged it off.

"Okay, just take my gratitude, will you." You both laughed. You took your seats and sat in silence, just taking everything in. Mat left a few times to go to the bathroom and get food, but you sat the entire time, wanting to remember everything.

-

After the concert, you were on a high. The post-concert depression was hitting, but it was worth it. You quickly went through your grocery list as your mom waited for you in the car.

"Thanks." You smiled at the bagger as you rushed outside. You set the stuff in the backseat then got into the passenger side, "All right, they had everything except tomatoes." You informed her, looking over at her. You could see the worry in her brows, "What is it? Did someone die?" You asked.

"No." She shook her head, "Honey..." She paused.

"Just tell me." You exclaimed.

"It's Mat." She started.

"What about him?" You asked, your mind racing as you frantically thought of every possibility.

"He's gone." She told her, her eyes screaming with pity and sadness.

"Gone? Gone where?"

"Milo called while you were inside. Said he went home."

"Home where?"

"Back to New York. Said the team called and said everything was cleared and he could come home." She explained.

"What team?" You asked nervously.

"You didn't know?"

"Know what, Mom?" Your brows furrowed together again, this time in confusion and hurt.

"Mat plays for the New York Islanders. A pro hockey team, like the big league. He was sent to Ivory because of some bad press and now that it's all cleared up they called him back." You sat back in your seat, taking in what she had just said. She watched you, worried, "You okay?"

"I want to go home." You told her.

"All right." She nodded.

As soon as you got home, you made a beeline for your room and stayed there for the rest of the night. You laid in bed, not even moving when your mom called for dinner.

She leaned in the doorway, watching you stare at the wall, "I'm gonna just leave this here." She said, setting the plate down on your nightstand, then sitting on your bed. "You feeling okay?"

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"I can't speak for him, but maybe he just wanted to forget about whatever was going on in New York." She suggested.

"But I wouldn't have judged him or said anything."

"I know that." She nodded, hugging you and kissing your head.

"I really liked him, Mom." You whispered, your voice going quiet as your eyes filled with tears.

"I know you did." She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears as she did her best to comfort you.

-

The months dragged on and eventually, you moved on. It took a lot of pushing from your mom and even Milo, but you started hanging out with a guy from your school and one thing led to another and you started going out.

"Y/N, Jared's here." Your mom announced.

"Coming!" You hollered back, fixing your shirt before hustling down the hall where Jared was standing, talking to your mom, "Hey, you ready to go?"

"Yeah." He smiled. You said your goodbyes to your mom before you were out and walking through Ivory. Jared was telling a joke, which made you smile.

"What is it?" Jared asked, noticing that you stopped laughing. He followed your line of sight over to someone across the street, "Who's that?"

"It's, uh," You swallowed harshly, "It's no one." You shook your head, "Let's go." You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street.

Mat saw you from across the street and even from across the street, he could make out the look of surprise and hurt on your face. He saw you drag the guy who he could only assume was your boyfriend down the street and couldn't deny the pang it sent to his heart.

-

The next day, you had sufficiently ignored and avoided Mat, somehow. How you did it was a mystery even to you but you did it. All that progress came crashing down when he walked into the diner.

You were waiting for your mom and he had seen you from outside and rushed in, "There you are." He sighed, trying to catch his breath after running in.

You sighed, angrily setting your cup down as he took the seat in front of you, "Look, you have every right to be upset with me..."

"Hell yeah, I have the right to be upset with you. For one, you lied to me about everything, and two, you left without any explanation or reason. I had to find out through Milo."

"I didn't lie about everything."

"Oh, no, just your occupation and the real reason you were here."

"Look, I don't get why you're upset." Mat sighed, and the moment the words left his mouth, he knew he messed up.

You scoffed, "You have some nerve, you know? I get it, you didn't want people to know who you were or why you were here, but I thought, I really thought we had something special but then you just leave. No note, no email, not even a message in a freaking bottle!." You exclaimed, shaking your head, and gathered your stuff.

"I tried."

"I don't believe you." You turned and walked out the door, ignoring the looks the other patrons in the diner were giving you.

-

It was like was against you because as you turned the street with Jared, Mat was walking down the other side, his arm wrapped around some girl's shoulder, a girl you had never seen.

You slowed your pace but it was already too late to cross the street, "Huh, funny seeing you here." Mat commented.

"Yeah." You sighed.

"Do you two know each other?" Jared asked.

"At one point." You nodded, keeping your eyes on Mat.

"Well, are you going to introduce us?" The girl Mat was with asked impatiently.

"Right," Mat nodded, "This is Alexis."

"This is my boyfriend, Jared." You pointed to your boyfriend.

"And this is awkward." Alexis muttered under her breath, "Mat, I wanna go."

"Alright, yeah, we gotta go." Mat grabbed her hand again and they walked past you.

You sighed, linking arms with Jared again as continued your walk, "So, who was that?"

"Mat. He's just a friend, well a former friend." You corrected.

"Just a friend?" Jared raised a brow.

"Just a friend." You nodded, reassuring Jared.

-

Mat hadn't planned to be in Ivory for too long, but he wanted to make sure you accepted his apology before he left. Milo had caught a cold and Mat could barely cook, so Mat braved the cold and went outside to get food from the diner when he saw you and Jared standing in the park, seemingly in the middle of an argument. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were in public and he was just there.

"Are you serious? You promised he was just a friend, but ever since he got here, you've been weird." Jared told you.

"Jared, please, can we do this somewhere else?"

"No, be honest with me, do you like him?" He asked. By that point, everyone in Ivory was listening in on your conversation.

"What are you talking about?" You balked, "This is so stupid, Jared. You're making no sense."

"I'm making perfect sense. Before Mat came to town, we were perfect. Everything was going great. Then he came to town and it was like a switch had flipped. Everything changed, Y/N," The way he said your name hurt.

You knew he was right, but maybe you were too blind and hurt by what Mat had done to see it, "Jared, please."

"No, no more. I'm done. I'm sorry." He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed for his car down the street.

You stood there, regretting not wearing a jacket. As you looked around, you then realized just how many people had heard your fight and it was just the icing on the cake.

You were tired and as soon as the first tear fell, you were running as far and as fast as you could. Mat stood in his spot frozen in confusion. Everyone was watching you, not stepping in to help, so he decided to do it.

"Hey!" He shouted, his voice echoing loudly enough for everyone to hear him, "Quit it!" Everyone quickly went back to what they were doing.

He sighed, following after you as fast as he could. He found you sitting on a bridge, over a lake. He could hear you crying and sniffling as he caught his breath.

"Y/N...?" He called out your name quietly so it wouldn't startle you, "Can I sit next to you?" You didn't say anything, so he took it as his chance to sit down, "Wow, you are a fast runner." He felt his lungs burn with every word he spoke and every breath he took.

"Took track in high school." You told him, sniffling as you both looked out onto the water, "Was it bad?"

"Nah." He shook his head.

"Don't lie to me right now, Mat." You sighed.

He hesitated, "All right, it was a little bad." He admitted.

"God." You sighed, wiping your eyes.

"But don't worry, it'll all be over by next week."

"Great, so I can't go outside for the next week." You sighed angrily, "You can go, Mat. I'll be okay."

"No." He shook his head.

"Just go." You repeated.

"I'm not leaving you alone." He stated. You sighed, rubbing your temple, "Me and Alexis, we were never dating." He admitted.

"What?" You asked, brows furrowing together at his random outburst.

"We were never together. We went on a date, yeah, but nothing more."

"Why are you telling me?"

"Just so you know you aren't alone." He reached over and grabbed your hand. He smiled when you looked at your hands together, but didn't do anything to remove your hand from his.

-

After Mat had followed you down to the lake, you had kind of been avoiding him. It hadn't been intentional at first, but it sort of just happened.

Mat saw you across the street and started crossing the street to see you, but you quickly ducked into a store and lost him. That was when he knew something was wrong. He thought he did something wrong, so that was why he avoided you.

You knew you had to tell him what was on your mind, so you decided to go to his place and tell him what was wrong. You knocked on his door and saw when he opened. thedoor, he looked like he wanted to shut it in your face.

"Before you shut the door, please let me say what I want to say, then you can shut the door in my face." You cut him off.

"All right." He nodded, crossing his arms.

"Look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. It's immature of me and it's wrong because you didn't do anything. It's all me." You admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"I like you, Mat. Like, really like you, and when you left, it hurt. I was hurt, and when you came back, I was surprised. You came back just as fast as you left. It was all happening too fast. I had gotten over you, I was with Jared, then you came back and threw a wrench into everything."

"Oh, my apologies." He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, sarcastically of course.

You narrowed your eyes back at him before you continued, "I'm trying to apologize for the way I've been acting and I just wanted to tell you that I really liked you and really liked spending time with you before you jet off to New York again and leave without a goodbye." You shrugged.

He sighed, running a hand across his face, "Y/N..." He breathed out.

"That's all I had to say. You can shut the door now if you want." You told him, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs.

Mat's brain was slower than his feet because before he knew it, he was calling out your name and picking up his pace. He grabbed your arm softly and spun you around.

He ignored the confused look on your face before leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled away, your brows furrowed in confusion, "Is that you saying you feel the same way?"

"Yes." He laughed, "I like you, too, Y/N."

"Oh, okay." You nodded, stunned by what just happened, "Can we kiss again?"

-

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Decadent: A Miguel O'Hara Story

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De-ca-dent* (de-kə-dənt) 1. characterized by or appealing to self-indulgence a rich and decadent dessert 2. marked by decay or decline an increasingly decadent society

Summary: You are new to the city, starting a job at a the research facility of your dreams. Speaking of dreams, your dreamy boss, Miguel O'Hara leaves an impression on you you'll not soon forget. But this brilliant scientist hides a dark secret - will his darkness drag you under? Or is love strong enough to overcome anything?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: We're just kicking things off so -1k

Warnings/notables: AU story. 18+, please note the warnings for each part/section of this story. Some things are canon accurate and some are not. The secret Miguel hides requires him to do dark deeds to sustain his own life. Therefore there are non-con "vampiric" elements, but all sexual activities are consensual. Also cursing. Blood. References to sex but no sex in this chapter. References to killing. Let me know if I missed something. not beta'd we die like everyon'es uncle ben...

"Hi, Aunt Jess, I'm settled in my apartment. Movers just left," you spoke aloud, using your wireless headphones to make a call. Your Aunt had insisted you let her know you were all moved in, but failed to answer.

"It's small, like I told you, but I really wanted to start out on my own. Only child thing," you laughed. "Uhmm...I know you wanted me to have a roommate, to be safe, but...I promise I'll think about it more. Once I get to know some people here in the city."

Flopping down on your favorite green chair, you let out an exhausted sigh. "Anyway, you can text me back if you want. I'm taking a shower - if I can find my towels - and going to sleep. Early start tomorrow. Love you, bye."

Removing your headphones, you placed them carefully back in their charging case and turned on some relaxing music. It took you a few minutes, but you did find the box labeled 'towels' so you could freshen up. You had packed a bag with all your essentials - including some cozy pajamas for your first night in the city, and a smart suit for your first day as a research assistant tomorrow.

You were starting a new life in a new city. Orphaned when you were twelve-years-old, you were raised throughout your teenage years by your dad's much younger sister, Jessina. You were much closer in age - so much so that you occasionally fought like sisters, but she made good on her promise to take care of you, supporting you all the way through your master's degree.

Now you were in the city to finish up your doctorate, while working as an assistant to one of the most brilliant geneticists in the world - Miguel O'Hara.

You had only met him over a video call - he was inexplicably unavailable on your only in-person interview. He had a reputation for being tough, no-nonsense, devastatingly brilliant and dangerously handsome. You didn't know him yet, but the handsome part, you could attest to. Seeing him on your computer screen made your body temperature rise and your heart rate double.

Who knew what would happen in person?

But you were a professional, and Miguel's assistant was the perfect entry job for you. So you would have to ignore his gorgeous, thick waves and razor sharp jaw line. You were here to work.

Miguel sat perched on the edge of an abandoned building, head in his hands, fingers digging into his temples.

Everything hurt.

Conveniently, he didn't have to concentrate to keep his talons from piercing his own skin. So thankfully, talons were not the source of his pain. Still...it hurt.

With a huff, he jerked his hands away, banging a fist on the roof's edge...

...which promptly caused the aged brick to crumble beneath his super strength.

"Shit," he mumbled, pushing himself up. Sighing loudly, he decided he better call it a night. Even with above-average stamina, he still wanted to be ready to meet his new assistant tomorrow at the lab.

It was just so hard to concentrate when he felt so weak.

"I can't," he uttered, annoyed with himself for thinking of blood when he needed to be thinking about tomorrow - about you.

But it had been so long. Too long since he fed - since he felt the rush of his fangs sinking into a warm, fleshy neck. Since he had sucked the life out of someone despicable. Or fed slowly as he'd fucked a lover. The blood wasn't only a life-sustainer, after all. It was an aphrodisiac. He had the Evarcha culicivora - the vampire spider to thank for his blood appetite.

But something had gone wrong when Miguel was unknowingly afflicted with spider DNA years ago. The vampire spider's appetite for blood - specifically blood-filled females - plagued him. He could and did still eat regular food, but he found himself signficiantly weakened if he didn't feed on occasion.

He couldn't deny how incredible it felt - the warmth on his tongue - the pliant body in his arms. He told himself he kept to the moral high ground, killing on the most deplorable criminals. And even though his fangs emitted a non-toxic venom, which could paralyze, he told himself that each and every pleasurable feeding was consensual.

He was half right. The sex was definitely consensual because Miguel was a brilliant, beautiful and seductive man. The feedings, though? Not always. How could he exactly explain to someone that he was a creature who needed to feed on blood to live?

'Hi, I'm Miguel. I'm really smart and I will make you see God in bed, but, by the way, I want to drink you. But I'm not a vampire, I swear!'

Ludicrous.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook those thoughts from his head. It was next-level annoying to have super powers at his disposal but still feel like shit half the time.

Blood was the key.

But in sustaining his body, he felt he was losing his soul.

Coming up: you meet Miguel. What will your new boss be like? Will he have fed before he sees you? next->

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Hi there! Do you still write Jesse Katsopolis x reader? If so, I would love to request one! Maybe one where reader and Jesse are in an established relationship-she and Jesse are spending the night in babysitting Michelle and her friends. One of Michelle’s friends has a huge crush on the reader and doesn’t like Jesse one bit so he spends all night playing silly pranks on Jesse whenever he and the reader are being cute together. Honestly, I’ll read any Jesse x reader prompt you write lmao I love your writing style and I’ve been rewatching Full House and falling in love with Jesse again! Thank you in advance and I apologize if the prompt is silly ❤️

#1 Competition

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Reader, Michelle Tanner, Danny Tanner, Original Male Character

Word Count: 2562 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Love is afoot in the Tanner Household

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Full House Fic, Uncle Jesse, Jesse Katsopolis, Jesse Katsopolis x Reader, Reader Fic, uncle Jesse Fic, Established Relationship, #1 Competition, Number One Competition, Kissing, Babysitting, Fall Down Stairs, Pranks, Reader, Fem Reader, 90s, Tanner Family, Michelle Tanner, Original Male Character, Y/N fic, Requests, Requested Fic 

Notes: Im trash and can't respond to anything in a timely manner sorry @infinitelyforgotten

‘Hey Danny,’ Y/N said as she stepped in the front door. She was drenched and given the sound of the rain pounding the street outside it was no wonder why. ‘No bother,’ Danny said helping her out of her long coat so he could hang it up, ‘I’m only due to leave in five minutes anyway.’ ‘Actually, I think you should leave now. I only live 10 minutes away and it took me half an hour to get here the weather’s that bad,’ Y/N said. ‘Are you sure? I mean Jesse’s not home yet it’ll just be you and the kids,’ Danny said. ‘You know I can look after the kids without Jess right?’ Y/N chuckled causing Danny to look at her rather sheepish. ‘Actually, it’s not just my kids,’ Danny said. ‘It’s not? How many are there?’ Y/N said now worried. ‘Oh, only one more. Michelle’s friend Cody from down the street. And Steph and DJ are out for the night so don’t be too worried,’ Danny said. ‘Phew,’ Y/N said. ‘Yeah it’s funny actually,’ Danny said as he started to don his coat, ‘once Michelle found out it was you and Jess babysitting tonight she practically insisted on having her friend round.’ ‘I hope they’re not planning on running amuck,’ Y/N giggled, ‘you know how much of a pushover Jess is when it comes to her.’ ‘Well, that’s why I made sure you were included. He listens to you,’ Danny said. ‘If you think he’ll take my side over his lil munchkin you’re mistaken pal,’ Y/N said just as Michelle and Cody came through from the kitchen.

‘Hi Y/N,’ Michelle said with a smile. ‘Hey guys,’ Y/N replied with a smile as Michelle took a seat on the couch. Cody waved at the woman and then took a seat beside Michelle the two of them instantly knitting their heads together in hushed whispers. ‘Now listen you two I want you to be good tonight,’ Danny said. ‘We will,’ Michelle said. ‘And just because you’re being babysat tonight doesn’t mean the rules are any different,’ Danny reiterated. ‘We know,’ Michelle said. ‘And be nice to Y/N,’ Danny finished. ‘We will,’ Cody said looking at Y/N with a small smile. ‘They know,’ Y/N said, ‘come on you make a move or you will be late.’

Y/N shepherded Danny to the door as he put his coat on in a hurry. He was still rambling as Y/N pushed him out the door. She turned to look at the two young ones on the couch with a smile and said, ‘right who wants to order a pizza?’

The night was going swimmingly. The kids had wanted to watch a movie and eat pizza so Y/N had ordered and they had all curled up on the sofa with the sounds only the sounds of Disney and the rain outside. Michelle had told her all about her day at school. She loved Michelle. Out of all of Jesse’s, her boyfriend, family the littlest Tanner had been the one she was most afraid to meet. But since they had met many months ago the pair of them had been great friends. Michelle had taken a minute to come around to her but eventually, they had both realised that anyone who loved Jesse as much as they did couldn’t be too bad. Cody on the other hand hadn’t said much. Instead spent his time sitting beside Y/N watching her quietly with a smile.

As the credits rolled on the Little Mermaid Y/N sat up properly and stretched reaching out for the plates and the empty pizza boxes on the coffee table. ‘Right,’ Y/N said, ‘you two put something on the TV whilst I clean this place up okay?’

As she stood up and walked to the kitchen Michelle launched herself onto the floor and started chattering away, reaming off TV shows for Cody to choose from. Y/N walked into the kitchen and placed everything on the side as she walked to the fridge. She opened it looking for something to satiate her sweet tooth. As her eyes roved over its contents she felt a pair of arms come around her.

‘Hey,’ Y/N murmured recognising that touch in an instant. ‘Hey,’ Jesse said kissing her neck as his arms squeeze her middle tightly. ‘What time do you call this?’ she said turning around and raising a questioning eyebrow at him. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her. ‘Later than I planned but they needed me at the club,’ he said leaning in to kiss her on the lips, ‘can you forgive me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ she said kissing him back, ‘kiss me again and I’ll start thinking about it?’

Jesse chuckled as their lips met again. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his back her fingers running through his hair as if it was a reflex. Jesse pulled her closer as the two of them got lost in the kiss. Suddenly, reality crashed around them as they heard the sound of a glass being put on the counter.

‘Gross,’ Michelle said as she put her cup down. She and Cody were standing in the kitchen both watching the couple with horrified looks. ‘Hey munchkin,’ Jesse said immediately swinging out of boyfriend and into Uncle mode as he ran over and gave her a hug. She hugged him quickly as Y/N quickly sorted out the debris she had left on the counter feeling red in the face. As she did she noticed Cody watching her with a pout.

‘Uncle Jesse, can we watch who framed Roger Rabbit?’ Michelle said. ‘Sure munchkin,’ Jesse said. ‘I don’t know Jess,’ Y/N said, ‘it’s getting late. I said we should watch TV not another film.’ ‘Please uncle Jesse,’ Michelle said with a pout. Jesse looked between his girlfriend and his niece who were both watching him carefully. ‘How about we watch one more film and then straight to bed? But you gotta promise you’ll go straight to bed okay?’ Jesse said. Michelle punched the air and agreed running back into the other room to set up dragging Cody behind her.

‘Don’t say anything,’ Jesse said as Y/N came to him shaking her head. ‘I wasn’t going to,’ she said as she grabbed hold of his elbow pulling him towards the living room, ‘but I better hold on to you, you know just in case you hit the deck from being such a pushover.’ ‘I am not a pushover,’ Jesse said as they entered the living room where Michelle had already got the titles rolling.

‘Sure you’re not,’ Y/N said. She stopped in her tracks as they reached the couch as she spotted that Cody and Michelle were sitting in the middle of the couch leaving no room for the adults to sit together. Y/N leaned back towards Jesse who had now stopped behind her and whispered, ‘how about you get them to move then?’ ‘Hey guys how about-’ Jesse started though Cody cut him off. ‘You can sit here,’ Cody said patting the seat beside him. ‘Actually buddy-’ Jesse said. ‘Sit down uncle Jesse you’re blocking the TV!’ Michelle said. Y/N chuckled as she sat down next to the younger man, ‘thank you, Cody.’

As Y/N settled down on the opposite side of the couch to her boyfriend she heard a yelp and watched as Jesse leapt up off of the couch spinning around frantically as Cody and Michelle burst into giggles. ‘What’s the matter?’ Y/N said as Jesse started looking at the seat of his pants which was now covered in pizza stains. ‘I sat in pizza!’ Jesse grumbled, ‘and these are my best jeans.’ ‘Just take them off and I’ll throw them in the washer.’

Jesse nodded and headed back to the kitchen Y/N in tow. Once they had disappeared out of sight Michelle and Cody leapt up off the couch and ran to the door making sure the adults were distracted.

‘You’re right,’ Michelle giggled, ‘that was funny.’ ‘I told you,’ Cody said. ‘What else can we do?’ she said. ‘I have an idea,’ Cody whispered. And then the two of them got to work.

‘Right,’ Y/N said coming back into the living room, ‘where were we?’ She came and sat back down next to the kids who were now giggling to one another, ‘what are you two laughing at?’ ‘The movie,’ the pair said in unison. Y/N eyed them suspiciously but accepted their story as she sat back to watch the film.

A couple of minutes later she heard Jesse coming onto the landing. She turned her head to look at him, now dressed in sweatpants, and smiled as he started to descend the stairway but as soon as he was there he was gone. He clattered down the stairs hitting everyone on the way down before landing at the bottom of the stairs in a heap.

‘Damn it,’ Jesse said as he lay at the bottom of the stairs. ‘What the hell happened?’ Y/N said as she rushed to his side. Michelle and Cody climbed up on the couch to look over in fits of giggling. ‘This damn thing,’ Jesse said as he fished a roller skate out from behind him. ‘Are you okay?’ Y/N said helping him up. ‘Yeah,’ he grumbled, ‘knock it off you two.’ ‘But it was funny uncle Jesse!’ Michelle said. ‘She’s not wrong,’ Y/N said earning a scowl from her other half, ‘I’m just saying.’

As she got Jesse to the couch Cody and Michelle climbed down. ‘Why don’t the pair of you go and play in your room?’ Jesse said wincing as he sat down. ‘But you said we could watch a movie!’ Cody protested. ‘Yeah well that was before I almost broke my neck on Steph’s roller skates,’ Jesse said. ‘Jess is right guys,’ Y/N said, ‘go and play in your room okay?’

The pair of them stomped off up the stairs that Jesse had just fallen down as he lay down on the couch. Y/N perched on the seat, ‘are you okay?’ ‘Yeah I just don’t know what happened,’ Jesse said, ‘I moved Steph’s skates this morning.’ ‘Maybe she used them today?’ Y/N said. ‘No, she’s been at her friend’s all day. I dropped her off,’ Jesse said. ‘You think it wasn’t an accident?’ ‘You take a life insurance policy out on me that I don’t know about?’ Jesse laughed. ‘Like anyone would pay money for you,’ Y/N said. ‘Hey I am a catch,’ he smirked. ‘A catch with a bad back,’ Y/N said leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her back his fingers dancing along her chin. ‘Not fair,’ he said as she pulled back out of his reach. ‘Well, we’re still on duty. How about I go and make sure the kids are in bed and then we can continue our movie night…in bed,’ she smiled getting up and heading towards the stairs chuckling as she heard Jesse sigh, ‘have mercy.’

As Y/N made her way upstairs she could hear giggling coming from Michelle’s room which was then followed by a loud scurrying no doubt them leaping into bed. She smiled to herself but as she reached for the door her smile disappeared as all of a sudden there was a crash as water rained down on her.

There was a fit of giggles and the sound of running up the stairs as she realised what had happened. ‘What’s going on here?’ Jesse said immediately bursting out laughing which was joined by Michelle. ‘Jess it’s not funny!’ Y/N said elbowing him. He winced but his mirth didn’t disappear quick enough for her liking. ‘You’re right,’ Jesse said with a smile, ‘Michelle it’s not funny.’ ‘What on earth possessed you to do this?’ Y/N chastised. ‘It was a prank,’ Michelle said. ‘Well, it’s not very nice!’ Y/N grumbled. ‘It was Cody’s idea!’ Michelle said, ‘they all were!’ ‘You agreed!’ Cody said. ‘All?’ Jesse said. ‘Wait was the roller skate your idea too?’ Y/N said looking at the young boy, ‘you know you really could’ve hurt somebody! How could you be so stupid!’ ‘I was just trying to get you to like me!’ he said and then he jumped out of bed and shoved past the two adults who were standing in the doorway. ‘What the-’ Y/N started but Jesse cut her off. ‘I think I know what’s going on. I’ll sort it,’ Jesse said and he quickly turned around and followed him out the door. Jesse left the room and headed to the bathroom and knocked on the door gently.

‘Go away,’ Cody said as the door knob turned and the door opened gently. Jesse stepped into the bathroom to find the young boy sitting on the tiled floor. He sighed and sat down beside him trying to ignore the snotty whimpers coming from the kid.

‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ Cody said. ‘I know,’ Jesse said, ‘you don’t like me right?’

Cody looked at Jesse but he didn’t say anything.

‘Because you like Y/N right? Like, like-like her?’ Jesse said looking at Cody’s face. It was red now and his eyes were bloodshot. He nodded. ‘I just wanted her to like me,’ he admitted dropping his gaze as he fiddled with the bath mat underneath them both. ‘Hey, I get it, man. Sometimes love makes us guys a bit nuts,’ Jesse said, ‘my first week around her I could barely speak. I wanted her to like me so bad.’ ‘How did you do it?’ Cody asked perking up a little. ‘Well I’ll tell you how not to,’ he said looking at Cody who looked at him his eyes wide egging him on, ‘Pranking me? That’s not going to work.’ ‘Why not it made her laugh?’ Cody argued. ‘Yeah, but it can go wrong. Someone could get hurt,’ Jesse said. ‘So how did you get Y/N to like you?’ Cody asked. ‘I was myself. I try to make her happy. I make sure my hair looks amazing every day,’ Jesse chuckled bumping his shoulder on the boys. ‘So if I do all that she’ll like me?’ ‘Yeah,’ Jesse said, ‘but I gotta ask that you don’t.’ ‘Why?’ Cody replied. ‘Because there’s no way I can compete with you,’ Jesse said.

Cody seemed to mull it over for a moment and then he nodded. ‘Fine,’ he said as he stood up, ‘I think I’ll get Michelle to like me instead.’

[gildeddlily]

how I love parental miguel o'hara. cause he'd be such a good dad. he wants to be a dad. he loved being a dad and he loved his daughter. we're gonna leave apart all the bad things that happened, his hysteria caused by ptsd and self-ignored trauma, and we're gonna write him as a parental figure for all the young spiderppl. like that fic where Gwen is heavily depressed after what happened with her dad and Miguel dyes her hair and is all "im doing it cause jess asked me to not cause I feel sad for u and kinda wish for you to have a better father" and gifts her a drum set. Or the one where miles is scared of him bcause of the fucked up things miguel did and said and the man makes it up to him and became a sort of father-uncle-elder man that looks out for him and protects him. or the one where he helps miles with his spanish. Or the one where miguel's brother kidnaps pavitr and miguel ends up killing him for what he did to pav cause he loves him, and then he lies to pav and tells him that the bad guy will go to jail cause he doesn't want him to feel responsible for his death. only hobie sees the corpse and he protects gwen and pav from seeing it and miguel is grateful cause they're or the miguel&mayday ones. every single one of them.

[mcytblrconfessions]

One of my special interests is like. Family and stuff.

So I would make fankids for all my favorite ships and happily imagine them in the sweetest domestic scenarios and pregnancy scenarios.

And this was all fine and dandy. Easy enough to make a Toriel and Sans fankid, a Jesse and Lukas fankid. Or hell even a Filbo Fiddlepie and Beffica Wigglesnoot fankid. And I'd roleplay cute little plots and write fun little fics.

Then I joined MCYTblr/twt.

How the fuck am I supposed to make a fankid for these guys.

Like. For awhile it was okay, because I could just use Michael and Shroud and Yoghurt. But now I feel intense embarrassment for even liking DSMP and I get really weirded out at the idea of anyone knowing.

Like? And if I wanted to give them siblings huh???? What then???

How am I supposed to make a. Idfk?? A fankid for Tommy and Tubbo??? Or even Wilbur Soot and Slimecicle??? What. This is a horrible fandom for me to be in BUT THE HYPERFIXATION WONT GO AWAY???? Everyday I inch closer to leaving but NOOOOO autism says I have to stay. I feel like God is torturing me for liking Soothouse is 2017. That's what this feels like. Or actually more accurately liking Sapnap back in 2020 and wanting to go back.

Anyway fuck man. I just wanna make fankids but no. I'm stuck in this fandom where someone will beat me with a bat if I dare even mention wanting Philza Minecraft nested with Missa and Forevers eggs, and I'm not talking about the QSMP eggs. No I'm talking about fankid eggs. I want Tallulah to have siblings/aunts/uncles and Cheyenne and Wilbur to have siblings. I want Philza Minecraft to awkwardly explain that Forever and Missa raw-dogged him and now he has more eggs. I'm going insane. This is a cry for help.

It's also impossible to find an RP partner that will do this with me on an account that isn't connected to my main in anyway shape or form.

ok well anyways look at my schlonnor fankid my friend wiiwarechronicles drew her for me

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Part 6

Asa Emory x AFAB Reader x Jesse Cromeans (NSFW)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)

Summary: Chromeskull joins the party.

Warnings: Implied Stockholm syndrome, blood, heavy gore, minor character death, violence, threats, use of “she,” nonconsensual face fucking, a little daddy kink, Asa and Jesse flirting.

A/N: Hohoho lookie here! Finally, a part 6 to my multi chapter Asa fic! I thought it would be fun to add Jesse into the mix and tie my little universe all together

*You can find more poly Reader/SkullCollector fics on my Masterlist*

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The untouched mug on the counter grows cold as you stand frozen in the kitchen. You stare, wide-eyed, at the calendar hanging on the wall. It’s Friday again.

Asa has been gone for an entire week. Seven whole days. This is the longest he’s ever left you alone with no explanation.

Something must be wrong.

You’re certain if the Collector had been stopped, the story would be endlessly broadcasted on every station. There has been nothing on the news about his capture. So, the question remains:

Is he dead?

Had a trap gone awry, a victim escaped, gained the upper hand?

The thought should fill you with glee, elation, relief. You could be going home any day now. Yet, all you feel is cold dread, fear so heavy in your gut it’s made you too sick to even finish your coffee.

What do you do?

Slowly, your gaze shifts until you’re eyeing Asa’s dogs. They’re both staring at you intently, ears perked, like they know what you’re thinking. You’ve seen first hand what they can do to a person. You were warned, and the Collector doesn’t make empty threats. They’ll tear you to shreds the moment you reach for the door handle.

But you can’t stay here until the groceries run out.

You exit the kitchen, deliberately ignoring the front door as you move. Paws click on hardwood as the hounds follow, only pausing their measured pursuit when you ascend the stairs.

It takes some fiddling with the weighty lock on the medicine cabinet, but you eventually manage to work it open. Mismatched eyes scan the bottles until you find what you’re looking for: Diphenhydramine.

Pills rattle as the bottle rests in your trembling hand. In your mind, a battle rages. Asa will kill you if you accidentally overdose his dogs. There’s no question about that. You’re fairly certain you know the dose to give them, confident even.

But, say you’re successful? He’ll most certainly kill you for leaving the house.

How will you get to the hotel? You know where it is, a fact you’ve kept hidden from the Collector. Once, in the days of your imprisonment, you’d found a tear in the peeling wallpaper, a hole in the rotting wall beyond. The terrain was familiar, a place you knew was close to the shooting range your uncle used to take you as a child.

Then, after you make it to the hotel? Asa will kill you for knowing where it’s located, for showing up unannounced. You’ll be too much of a liability.

All options lead to death. There is no outcome that will ensure your survival.

But you were dead the moment you fell into that trunk anyway.

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You spare one final look at the dogs sprawled out on the living room floor, furry chests rising and falling with slow, sedated breaths before you depart, front door clicking shut behind you. Silently, you cross the porch, descend the stairs, hurry into the moonless night.

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Sweating, panting, you deposit the e-bike you’d stolen behind a pile of scrap metal. Even with the help of the little electric motor, you’re exhausted. Sitting around Asa’s house all day isn’t doing your stamina any favors.

Quietly, you sneak around to the back of the dilapidated hotel. It stands silent, casting an ominous shadow. Any passerby would be oblivious to the house of horrors contained within. You’d never wanted to return as long as you lived.

Yet, here you are.

There’s a crack in one of the boards covering a set of windows. Carefully, you wedge your fingers into the break and pull, peeling away the plywood little by little. Every snap makes you jump and whip your head over your shoulder, but your noise alerts no one. You may very well be alone out here.

Once enough board has been peeled away, you reach in to lift the latch on the widow. It takes several long minutes of shoving and wiggling before the ancient frame gives and slides open. Hastily, you squeeze inside.

The smell hits you first; bleach, medical grade antiseptic, musty carpet, dust, all with an undercurrent of rancid decay. It’s like a punch in the gut, the scent bringing back the worst memories of your life. You clap a hand over your mouth and nose to silence your surprised cough.

From down the hall comes the rattling of chains, gurgling snarls. You hurry in the opposite direction.

Behind a stack of dusty, peeling books you find the hidden staircase. Hastily, you shove them to the side, heave open the creaky door, slip through. You are certain to close it tightly, lest any of those…people try to follow.

You’re careful on the stairs. Unsteady metal bars rattle under your hands as you ascend, one squeaky step at a time. You skip the top one—it is set to give way, something sharp undoubtably waiting below.

Now, you’ve reached the second level, the one with which you are most familiar. Still, you tread with extreme caution. Asa may have moved traps, changed things since you were last here. To come all this way just to be impaled would be less than ideal.

No sign of the Collector yet. You ponder where to search first. Raising your gaze, you make eye contact with the camera perched in the corner of the hallway. If he’s in the control room, he will know you’re here. The thought constricts your throat. Images of his cold, furious expression float to the forefront of your mind.

Stop it, stop thinking. Keep walking.

Carefully, you traverse the wide, main hallway leading to the display room. Ease over a trip wire, skirt around a loose floorboard. The huge wooden doors are ajar, just enough for you to slip past.

It’s quiet inside, eerily so. Icy blue light emanates from the display cases and makes the room feel colder than it actually is. Distantly, you hear mechanical whirring, but it’s further away, down the other hallway maybe—

Movement across the room, in your peripheral.

You startle, head snapping in the direction you saw something large and black slinking behind one of the glowing cases. For a one, hopeful moment, you think it’s Asa, but then….

A man emerges from behind a case, pale light glinting off the shiny, chrome skull mask he wears. He’s tall, incredibly so. He wears torn black nitrile gloves and a black button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tattoos littering his forearms. You notice one of the sleeves of his shirt is torn at the shoulder, dried blood visible on the skin underneath. He has more slashes on his neck, and he appears to be limping, though it’s difficult to tell with how he swaggers as he admires the macabre creations suspended within the displays.

Confidence. Recklessness. The man wears these characteristics as plain as the gleaming mask on his face

He pauses when he spots you trembling on the other side of the room and a moment of tense silence passes between the two of you. Slowly, curiously, his head tilts to the side and you can almost feel his eyes—hidden in the dark holes of the mask—tracing your figure.

A blinking red light catches your eye and you frown when you spot the camera mounted on his shoulder. Odd. What could that be for…?

From his pocket, the man in the mask produces a cell phone. Quickly, he types up a message and holds up the phone. You flinch when the phone screams at you, what sounds like various terrified women yelling his message:

‘Where did you come from, piggy?’

Unease twists your stomach in knots. You take one step backward. Slowly, the man withdraws his other hand from his pocket. Clutched in his palm is a massive, serrated blade. Your eyes grow wide as he nonchalantly swings it around a gloved finger.

You’ve seen enough.

Turning on your heel, you flee, hopping through the gap in the door and sprinting down the hall. Behind you, the door bangs open, smashing against the the wall, and you hear the click and whir of a trap. That should do it—

Spikes fly down from the ceiling, poised to skewer, but the man merely steps to the side, effortlessly dodging the trap. How did…?

Understanding hits, a missing puzzle piece snapping into place. This is why Asa has been gone for a week. This man. His injuries…these must have been inflicted by the Collector.

Is Asa hurt too?

Is he dead?

You don’t have time to linger and think. The man is already stalking toward you, knife at the ready, boots thunking on ancient hardwood.

You’re off in a blink, hurrying around the corner and down the next hall. You fly past rooms, duck under wires, hop over triggers. You turn left, then right.

Slowing, you listen. Silence greets you. Are you still being pursued?

Don’t wait around to find out.

Cautiously, you search around you for a set of stairs. You’re fairly certain there is a staircase around here….

A startled shriek rips from your throat when strong arms seize you around the waist, haul you off your feet, drag you into a nearby room. The door slams shut and you grunt when you’re smashed back against a crumbling wall. Glancing up, your eyes widen when find yourself face to face with an incredulous, unmasked Asa Emory.

His expression darkens and you feel him tense as he prepares to throttle you, but you’re the first to react.

“Asa!” you exclaim, leaping into his arms and wrapping your own around him. His familiar scent—musky cedar, cigarette smoke—fills your lungs and your racing heart calms, swells. Asa’s own arms hover next to you, half-outstretched as he stands frozen in place, like he’s unsure where to put them.

Coming back to himself, the Collector grips your shoulders tightly and pushes you back against the wall. “Why are you here?” he hisses, shaking you slightly for emphasis.

“I was…I thought…I thought you were dead!” you reply, tears welling up in your eyes. Asa’s brows raise, then furrow. He fixes you with a hard, calculating stare, like he’s looking for something.

You notice his eyes then. Dark purple circles sit underneath, darker than normal. He’s exhausted. Has he gotten any sleep all week? Next, a slash of red draws your gaze, your eyes falling to his chest. His sweater is torn, the skin beneath sliced open. His knuckles are bloody too, you notice, and there’s dried, flaking crimson caked on his left ear.

“You’re hurt,” you whisper, pressing your fingers to his chest. He shakes his head, like it doesn’t matter.

“You saw him,” he states. It’s not a question but you nod. “Is he close?”

“I don’t know. Who—

Asa doesn’t let you finish. He grips your wrist, throws open the door, peeks outside before dragging you out and around another turn, past a hidden doorway, down a flight of stairs. You pass that room—the one filled with bloody instruments, stainless steel gurneys, vials of evil smelling liquids, terrariums, and empty, torn trunks—and enter another.

He closes and locks this door as you survey the various monitors mounted on the walls, the costumes and weapons hanging on hooks. The control room. On a nearby table sits a huge, serrated knife, the twin to the one the masked man wields. The Collector must have gotten it away from him during a skirmish.

You turn to face Asa, timid, terrified he’s going to hurt you for showing up here, but you find his weary gaze elsewhere. He’s watching the screens, dark eyes scanning, searching for the intruder.

You both spot him at the same time, strolling along one of the second floor hallways. He peers inside rooms, swinging that heinous blade around a finger like he has all the time in the world. Is he still looking for you, or for the Collector?

Asa sighs and slumps into a chair. Finally, he glances in your direction. The annoyance in his eyes makes you bite your lip and flinch and, on reflex, you drop to your knees.

The Collector blinks wearily and exhales sharply through his nose. “Watch him.” he orders, pointing at the screen. Earnestly, you nod, jumping to your feet once more and gluing your eyes to the screen.

Rustling behind you tempts you to look, but fear of disobeying more orders keeps you still. Tearing of paper, clinking of something metallic—easy to ignore—but it’s the hiss of pain that makes you twist around.

Asa’s shirt is gone and he fumbles with the antiseptic, the strange angle of the laceration on his chest difficult to see on his own. You hesitate for a moment, but the shaking of his hands prompts you to act.

Watching the man in the chrome skull mask out of the corner of your eye, you take the antiseptic-soaked gauze from the Collector’s fingers and gently dab along his wound. You wager his pure exhaustion is the only thing keeping him from gutting you on the spot, but if the tense look on his face is anything to go by, you’re in for it later.

If there is a later.

Asa hands you the liquid bandage and, as you carefully apply it along injured flesh, the deep vibration of his chest heralds his voice.

“There have been a series of murders in the south. You’ve seen it on the news, I assume.” You nod, vaguely recalling the story: Videotapes sent to police showing the brutal murders of various women.

Wait. Videotapes? You glance at the monitors again.

The camera on his shoulder.

“Him?” you exclaim, looking back to Asa in shock.

The Collector nods. “He fits the description.” You don’t question how he knows this. Instead, you wonder why the man is here. Your question must show on your face because he murmurs, “I’m not entirely sure why he’s here, but I suspect it’s something to do with me.”

He can read your damn mind.

You reach for more gauze to take care of his split knuckles, but find the first aid kit empty. He’s used it all up.

You know where to find more though….

“No,” Asa snaps, shaking his head when you raise your gaze to his face. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you glance at the monitors. The man is all the way on the other end of the floor above. You could make it back with more gauze before he noticed….

Asa’s hand darts out, grips your jaw, squeezes hard as he forces you to meet his frigid gaze. “No.” It’s sharp, final, the look on his face sending a thrill of icy fear down your spine. He’s had more than enough of your disobedience.

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper, eyes lowering submissively. A strained beat passes, your jaw beginning to ache under Asa’s rough grip. Worse pain is finally coming, you’re sure of it—

Calloused digits ghost along your upper arm and you flinch in surprise, eyes flying back up to his face. Heat instantly curls in your belly, a conditioned response to the way his hungry gaze assesses your frightened expression. It only takes the pressure of his thumb tugging down your bottom lip for a whimper to sneak past your teeth.

The Collector seems to remember himself then. There’s a quick inhale as he sits back, eyes snapping to the monitors, hands releasing you, pushing you away. Your own hand flies to your chest to feel your heart hammering under your palm. Thickly, you swallow, steadying yourself. On screen, the intruder still stalks through the halls, nearer than he was last time you looked.

Leaning his head back against the wall, Asa’s eyes close. Your own flit between his face and the cameras, the masked man closer now. He’s directly above you both, near the secret staircase. Back to Asa, his arms are lax, his breathing steady…. Asleep. How exhausted he must be to allow himself to sleep while you’re here, awake.

Back to the monitor, the man now picks at something on the wall, head tilted to the side, inquisitive, searching. He’s going to find it, the little divot in the wall revealing the hidden entrance.

You look to the door lock—will it hold—then back to Asa’s sleeping figure—should you wake him—long fingers sneak under the hook, pull, loud creaking of wood, it’s open, he’s on the stairs—

“Asa,” you hiss, hands wringing in front of you. The Collector doesn’t respond, doesn’t move, too fatigued to be pulled from his slumber. Thump, thump, thump, you hear the measured steps as the intruder descends the hidden staircase.

Do something! Distraction. You need to make some kind of distraction, something to draw his attention away from the both of you.

There’s no thought in your head as you move to the door, tug it open, slip outside, close it again. Going right will take you down to the basement, to the pen of the Collector’s drugged once-humans. To your left, the room of empty trunks and medical supplies, the staircase just beyond.

Left it is.

You reach the medical room just as the man rounds the corner. Spotting you, he doesn’t hesitate this time and instead sprints directly toward you with a surprising burst of speed. Heart leaping into your throat, you dive through the doorway, slam the door shut, twist the heavy lock.

The man rams into the door and you yelp, stumbling back into an empty gurney, sending it clattering and crashing into a closed trunk. A desperate, muffled scream from within pulls another shriek from you, your hands flying up to your mouth.

There’s someone else in here!

WHAM, WHAM!

He kicks the door, metal thudding noisily under his boot. Next to you, the trunk wails and shudders.

Shit, now what? You had not intended to endanger another person, even if their fate has already been sealed. But, if you linger too long, the man will move on down the hall, finding the control room and a helpless, dozing Asa….

Your sweaty palm closes around a scalpel. Swearing internally at your poor excuse for a plan, you twist the lock then jump back, scurrying across the room as far away from the door as you can get.

Silence.

Then, the handle rattles as it’s twisted, hinges squealing as the door swings open. In saunters your pursuer, his frame filling up the entire doorway, fluorescents gleaming off the chrome skull mask.

You stare at one another, your hands trembling, his reaching in his pocket for his knife and his phone. Keys click and you wonder what shouted message awaits. You brace, muscles tense, ready to fight or flee.

‘Pretty piggy, aren’t you? Are you his little house pet—

Screaming startles you both. “HELP, OH GOD, PLEASE!” shrieks the contents of the wobbling trunk. The man glances from the trunk back to you, like he’s waiting for an explanation. Shouldn’t he know what they’re for by now?

You say nothing, shuddering breath the only sound leaving your lips. The man shrugs, stalks over to the trunk, kicks it over. It hits the floor with a clunk, a stifled groan sounding within. Locks click and the lid swings open.

With a cry, a young man claws his way out of the trunk, arms flailing, blood and sweat and dirt staining his clothes and splashed across his skin. You can only watch, trepidation turning to nausea in your gut as the man in the mask grabs him by the hair, twists him around so he’s facing you.

The man from the trunk is weak from dehydration and exhaustion, his fingers uselessly tugging at his captor’s arm. A pathetic wail leaves his chapped lips when the serrated blade passes before his wild eyes.

There’s no chance for him, you realize, terror gripping your chest when the point of the knife sets against the victim’s ear. The man in the mask looks directly at you then and you can almost see the smile through chrome.

Your gasped, “Wait!” is interrupted by a sickening crunch as steel is forced into the ear canal and the skull beyond. The young man’s shocked expression freezes, goes slack, twists as the blade saws through flesh and bone. The cracking, snapping, squelching of sinew, the splatter of gore onto concrete makes you gag, stumble back, slap a palm over your mouth.

He doesn’t bother to look away from you, seemingly more intrigued by your reaction than what’s happening to the seizing body in his clutches. You so desperately want to tear your gaze away, but you don’t dare, not when you’re next. Not with the way he’s eyeing your quivering form like a hungry predator.

Your heart skips a beat when he glances down to grab hold of the mangled jaw bone. It’s the only chance he’s going to give you.

Go.

You sprint toward the open door.

Thud, thud, CRASH.

He smashes into you so hard it sends you careening into the wall, your skull cracking against its hard surface. Your vision blurs, darkens. Your knees buckle. The scalpel clatters to the floor, forgotten.

You would have crumpled to the ground if not for the hand gripping you around the throat, holding you up, torn, black nitrile squeaking against the skin of your throat.

Asa?

You blink. Blink again. Blurred vision clears. No. No, not Asa.

You must squint your eyes when a bright phone screen is shoved in your face. Dizzy, you read the typed message before it’s shouted at you:

‘Gotcha.’

Your dazed reflection stares back at you as the man bends, chrome mask level with your face. He glances down to type and you’re frozen in place when you realize he’s holding the knife, blade bathed in crimson. Across the room, the young man lays motionless, empty trunk at his side.

‘Who is he? What’s with the trunks?’ shrieks the phone. He wants you to tell him about Asa. You glance into the dark eye holes of the mask and shake your head.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

‘C’mon, doll. You don’t want to ruin his pretty toy, do you? How long has he had this place?’ As you read the text, the bloody knife is pushed between your shivering legs, flat of the blade coming to a rest at the apex of your thighs. A squeak leaves you, your body tensing, blood rushing furiously in your ears. Again, recklessly, you shake your head.

A huff sounds from behind the mask. The man shrugs as if to say, ‘Suit yourself.’ Reaching up to his shoulder, he presses a button on his shoulder camera. Red light flashes. He’s recording. There’s pressure against your groin—oh god you’re really about to die this time—

Everything disappears all at once—the hand around your throat, solid chest against your arm, steel on your crotch—seconds before a knife whooshes past your face, so close the air disturbs your hair as it passes. Following its path, you see Asa poised in the doorway, hand extended. He stares daggers at you and the masked man who has backed away across the room.

A shivering breath leaves you and you scurry to the Collector’s side, heedless of the ire radiating off him in waves. You’re in so much trouble, you’re dead, he’s going to cut you into little tiny pieces and feed you to his bugs….

‘Loyal doggy you have there. Where do I get me one of those?’

The man nods toward you when his phone speaks for him. You glance up at Asa. His face is unreadable, cold expression firmly in place. The mask tilts back down as another message is typed. You hold your breath. The Collector waits. Above you, fluorescent lights buzz.

‘Nice set up you got here. How much you charging for rent?’

You frown. The man’s shoulders shake in silent laughter. He’s…making jokes?

Asa is silent, still. You wonder what he’s planning. More keyboard clicking heralds another message:

‘Tough crowd. Alright, this has been fun, but I need a steak and something to fuck before I lose my shit.’

Before you can even react, there’s a wheezing exhale to your left. You must do a double take, your jaw dropping when you discover the sound came from Asa. He’d…he laughed.

Your eyes dart from one man to the other. They exchange something, some look you can’t read, some feeling you can’t place. There’s a shift in the tension, like a wave receding. Asa’s chin lifts slightly as the other man’s head tips minutely to the left. Are they…communicating?

The cell is back out, quick taps, and then, ‘Unless you’ll let me borrow that one’s mouth.’ He points to you as the words are screamed from the speaker.

Incredulous, you can’t suppress the scoff. You wait for Asa’s quick retort—

“Go ahead.”

Your eyes bug out of your head, “W-What—

But, the man in the mask crosses the room before you can finish. He twists a hand in your hair, drags you away, shoves you to your knees. You cry out when they crack against concrete, then hiss and squirm as he works his pants open.

“Behave,” Asa commands and you freeze, staring pleadingly at him out of the corner of your eye. He stands as still as a statue. When he meets your gaze, your stomach plummets, horrible understanding settling there instead. He’s going to let this happen because this is your punishment. This is your punishment for leaving the house, for coming here, for leaving the control room.

You earned this.

The man grips your jaw, squeezes until your lips pop open. Instantly, warm, hard flesh pushes past your teeth, fills your mouth, forces its way into your throat until your gagging, choking on cock and musky scent.

He releases a slow exhale and peers down at you. The hand in your hair twists tighter, holds your nose firmly against his pelvis as your poor throat spasms to accompany his girth. Tears well up, spill over, streak down your cheeks. The thumb of his free hand comes up to smear them across your face before he retrieves his phone once again.

‘That’s good. Cry for Daddy.’

You barely have time to suck in a breath when he pulls back before he’s shoving you down his length again. Thrust after vicious thrust assaults your throat, strangled, wet whines doing their best to escape. Drool spills down your chin, wets your chest, drips onto your pants.

‘Chirps, doesn’t she?’ shrieks the phone.

“Like a cricket,” Asa comments.

Through tears, you stare up at the black eyeholes of the mask. You don’t have to see his eyes to know they’re intently focused on your wrecked expression. He doesn’t make a sound, but you can tell by the way his thighs shake under your palms he’s affected. Close too, you hope.

With one final buck of his hips, your nose is pulled flush against him once more, copious warmth spilling down your battered throat. Only a long sigh escapes him, the muscles of his thighs relaxing with his release. Finally, your hair slips free of his fingers so you can scoot away.

Gasping, coughing, dripping, you move to slump backward, but your back hits something solid. Black boots, black pants…. Tipping your head back, you find Asa looming over you.

He seizes you under the arms, hauls you to your feet, grips your jaw so you look straight into the chrome mask.

“What do you say?” the Collector demands. You fight the grimace that threatens to sour your features, something that would surely mean more discomfort. Instead, you speak through shuddering inhales:

“T-Thank…thank y-you…Daddy.”

The man in the mask saunters forward until he’s standing inches from you and Asa. For a moment, you panic, realizing you’ll be skewered first should this strange truce be broken.

Instead, the man snaps off his bloody gloves and tosses them over a shoulder. He reaches out, hooks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans, runs his knuckles along the skin of your belly.

He’s not looking at you, though. Even with the mask on, you can tell he’s staring straight at Asa. The Collector stares back, his own hands releasing your jaw, sliding down your body to grip the fingers teasing your skin. Asa guides the other’s hands to the button of your pants.

Permission.

The man pauses. Finally, he looks at you. Phone in hand, he types one more message.

“Well, sweetheart. I’m Jesse.” You’re stunned to silence, baffled beyond words. Asa helps.

“Manners.”

“…Nice to meet you…Jesse.”

[sapphirerubydragon]

I stumbled across a song called "take me home" by Jess Glynne that is so Gwen centric that if there was a scenario where she was to sing something to anyone at her most valuable (specifically Miles and his family), it would be this song! It has so many references (the falling, the haunting, the freaking gun scene!) that I can't NOT think of Gwen the first chance I heard it

I love Jess Glynne! But never heard this song before. Another song for my play list! This idea of home and homelessness is such an anchoring motif in ATSV. Especially when we contrast Miles's own firm home foundation which then influences such a strong sense of self. Miles's background is enriched on so many levels, although he is Spiderman, he has two invested parents, a stable school and home life, a surplus of relatives in the form of an extended family, a wealth of cultural heritage both borinquen and African American, the early and resonant influences of his uncle and a loyal connection to the melting pot heart of Brooklyn. On the other hand, Gwen's idea of home is so volatile and chaotic such that she has to run away from it.

I feel like she ran away from home mentally before she actually left George when Miguel and Jess intervene. The spider society and Hobie's place become temporary homes but Miles is the only person who feels like home to her. I actually have an exposition on this in my fic in an earlier chapter. Thanks for asking this question I'm going to link it to some concepts in a later chapter. If things go well with my landslide of exam marking I should have another chapter up before the end of the year.

Anyways, yes to your observation on this song's Gwencentricity. Home isn't just a place like a house is. She seeks belonging and can't find it with the Mary Janes but she finds it with Miles and her own band. And I believe, eventually with her dad and Miles's parents.

Her rapid spiral and descent contrast so starkly with the put together façade she presents in ITSV. Her fractured, imperfect self is something that brings her shame but I think she's learning that with honesty and acceptance - they are features that will bring her strength.

Thing is, Miles needs to leave home to spread his wings and grow. And Gwen needs to come home to ground herself and grow. They're both the same in terms of their numerous parallels but they're also the same in terms of their symbiotic relationship, deliberately reflected in features like their symbolic colour coding - Gwen's white ghost like suit and Miles's black wraite like suit, emblematic of yin yang if you will. One brings to the other what is needed and receives from the other what is needed. Miles grows as an individual by learning when to separate from the group think and Gwen grows with the group by learning how to collaborate instead of operating as an isolated variable. Still, both know the merits of teamwork and family (Miles) and trusting yourself and your gut (Gwen). They both learn from each other and teach each other. My favourite aspect of the connection is that these overlapping connections aren't black and white and absolute but very fluid and layered. Their discovery and valuing of home won't just happen on an internal and interpersonal level between themselves but also what they'll give communally and I'm sure we'll see the fruit of all this in BTSV.

P. S. I saw your note about meaning vulnerable and not valuable! 💜

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Young Love and Old Money

Summary: this series follows the story of Lewis Nixon and Josephine Wills and their trials, tribulation and love throughout WW2, including stories of their friends in between. Warnings: no real warnings for this chapter just a very happy ending

This is the final installment of Josie and Lewis’ story. Thank you so much to everyone who followed and supported them and me as I wrote my first Band of Brothers series and first OC. I can’t believe Josie and Lewis journey has come to an end but don’t worry you’ll still see them about in little fics and the story of the three J’s will continue. Hugh shoutout to @georgieluz for giving me the courage to make an OC and listening to my endless ramblings about them.

Masterlist

I had a dream - New Jersey 1946

Lewis sighed as he stepped out of the car, throwing his coat over his arm and grabbing his briefcase, before striding up the steps to the front door. There was a mad pattering of feet on the other side, and as the door swung open a small figure jumped into his arms.

“Hey buddy, have you been good today? Who’s my good boy,” the little dog wriggled frantically in his arms, licking all over his face. Lewis managed to close the door with his other hand just in time for his 12-month-old son to come trotting towards him followed cautiously by his attentive wife.

“And there’s my best boy,” Lewis called, scooping up his son and tickling the small boy who shouted out in glee, waving his little fists in the air.

“We’ve had a good day haven’t we Richard? We spoke to Uncle Julian on the phone this morning, didn’t we? Jules and George are getting on well. Julian’s back at university completing his degree. He’s nearly finished. His graduation should be this year.”

Lewis nodded attentively, smiling at the prospect of a family road trip to visit their friends.

“And in other news, Jess and Eugene are finally starting the family they dreamed of. She called me this morning with the news,” Josie beamed at her husband.

“Oh, that’s brilliant news. Eugene’s going to make a great father,” Lewis chimed in, grinning at his wife. “I’m really happy for them.”

Lewis stood up, his son resting on his hip, as he leaned forward to kiss his wife. As their lips met it felt like their first kiss all over again and Lewis knew that he would never get bored of kissing her lips.

“I can’t believe you married me,” Lewis admitted with a shy smile on his lips.

Josie laughed, throwing her head back a little. “Well, you are quite the catch, Mr Nixon.”

“Oh am I,” he grinned even wider, his hand resting on her hip. “Well, then I suppose you're the lucky one.”

“All right. Shall we get Daddy some dinner before his head gets too big to fit through the door,” Josie laughed, scooping her son out of her husband's arms and walking through to the kitchen, Lewis's laughter following her.

“Well, our boy is gonna be even more of a catch with my looks but your big brown eyes. It was those eyes that haunted my dreams,” Lewis admitted, reaching his wife once more and pulling her closer this time as their son sat in his playpen.

“Oh really,” she laughed, kissing the end of his nose. “Well, then the ladies better watch out. Can’t trust those Nixon boys.”

There was a tight tap at the front door and Lewis sighed, releasing his wife from his arms and heading towards the door. There were some muffled voices before Lewis shouted for her to come and see who it was. Josie wiped her hands in her apron, undoing it quickly before following her husband. There were four figures at the door all smiling brightly at her. Josie gasped as her four friends stepped in through the front door, Lewis chatting away to them.

“Jess? Julian? What are you going to do here?” Josie threw her arms around her two friends who embraced her back.

“I’ve missed you both so much,” Julian mumbled over Josie’s shoulder and Jess just nodded.

When they pulled away Josie hugged George and Eugene too before ushering them through the living room.

“So what brings you all to New Jersey?”

“I invited them,” Lewis admitted, “I thought it was finally time we got the infamous three J’s back together and it’s a bank holiday weekend so we’ve got the whole long weekend to spend together.”

“Really?” Josie felt tears welling in her eyes again and the smiling faces of her friends looked back at her. It had been so long since they had all been together. It must have been after the birth of their son and their move to the States that she had last seen Jess and Julian.

“We have so much to catch up on. How are you, Josie?” Jess asked.

“How am I? More like how are you? I’m so happy for you both,” she gripped Jess’ hand and squeezed it. Eugene looked down at Jess smiling wider than Josie had ever seen him do before. Josie’s eyes followed over her friends watching how George’s hand rested comfortably on Julian’s hip. To see both her friends looking so content after everything they had all been through caused Josie’s heart to swell.

“I love you all so much,” Josie blurted out and Julian laughed.

“Well, I hope so, Josie. We did come all this way,” to which he squeaked as George elbowed him in the ribs. “What? I was joking.”

“We love you too Josie,” Jess replied for Julian who was glaring at George as he just grinned back at him.

“Are you happy, My Love?” Lewis asked, leaning over to kiss his wife’s cheek.

“Yes, I am. I’m very happy. I dreamed of this moment for a long time. Thank you for everything, Lew.”

Lewis laughed again, “Don’t thank me yet. We’ve still got Dick to pop by yet.” Josie laughed again, her heart feeling fuller than it ever had. Surrounded by her friends and family Josie finally felt at peace, nestled in their quiet little corner away from all the horrors they had witnessed. Finally at peace.

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