#*is just going to disappear before i babble more in the tags*

[screampied]

the thought of being fucked full-nelson style by sukuna while sitting on his throne won’t leave my mind

☆ ໋𓈒 tags. fem! reader, tf! sukuna, full nelson, size diff + size kinks, dirty talk, unprotected, brēeding, mentions of tummy bulge, ( little one, princess, brat . . ) mdni.

“hn. how pathetic,” the notorious demon snickers, baring a single fang as he watches the tip of his swollen angered cock disappear between your runny folds. your thighs shook instantaneously, and he’s lazily slouched back on his throne. a bawled up fist rests near his chin as he watches you with crimson eyes filled of nothing but pure amusement and a mocking head tilt. “don’t make me fall asleep, now. you said you could take me ‘n you’re not even halfway in, princess.”

you bite the inside of your cheek at his playful taunts — so annoying, he just wouldn’t shut up. “ ‘m trying, ‘kuna,” you moan, the stretch of his throbbing cockhead making the center of your mouth salivate. the sleeves of his kimono were slightly ruffled from you tugging on it. he’s got the smuggest grin as your legs part themselves just a bit further. seconds go by before you sigh, slumping into his chest. “help me, ‘kuna. please.”

“so easy to give up,” he mumbles in a gruff tone, bringing one of his big hands to pat the back of your head. you lean into his touch, and as you’re so close to him—you’re engulfed by his natural loud musk. “finee,” he sharply adds, and you gasp once he turns your body around, positioning you in such a way. you’re still placed on his lap but he grabs both of your legs, pulling them upward. “i’ll help you, little one. now now, lie back ‘n allow your king to give you a nice ‘lil stretch.”

your mouth slightly drops, dramatically going agape once he restrains you in a safe manner . .

sukuna’s got you taking his heavy cock again, but this time, you feel the stretch reach everywhere.

he’s got two pairs of arms locking behind your head with the other two clinging onto your thighs. a few sharp nails dig into the fat of your skin, leaving a plethora of marks he’d want to kiss over later. “fuck,” he grunts, hearing the squelching whimpers of your sweet cunt. everything’s slow, it’s as if time stood still as you’re trying to take him. you swallow a lump near the back of your throat that seemed to be growing every second.

the demon sat underneath you was big—he liked pounding you ruthlessly in full nelson because more than anything, he loved seeing you stretched.

the dumb sounds you make, it rings through his ears. speaking of, he gets up close to the lobe of your ear, flicking his forked tongue against it. “s- sukuna,” you whine, and with a ‘pop’, you felt your ass grind right into his lap. already, he’s molding a tiny tummy bulge near the center of your stomach. he’s so deep, once he starts, it’s practically over for your limps. “ngh, ‘s big, ‘kuna.”

“keh, obviously. the perfect size for you, princess.” he groans, tightening his grip just a tad bit against your legs. a hand of his feels the bulging spot near the center of your tummy before he hums. “ ‘kuna’s riiiight fuckin’ here, brat.”

he’s got you in a secure lock. his arms felt warm, and through your blurred peripherals, you glance at his ancient cursed markings that paint all across his bulky, burly arms.

so big, you’re already drooling as you’re bouncing on his cock. the crushing compressing weight of both bodies—mainly yours, causes his throne to be more rickety. it’s whining and groaning out creaks each time your speed against his lap increases, and he’s practically treating you like a doll.

a porcelain doll he didn’t want to ever break.

at least, not yet. .

“fuckin’ nasty girl,” he huffs, one of his hands going toward your face. he smears a palm over your mouth, your pouring drool that streams from the corners of your lips landing on his hand. he’s got a wolfish smile, hearing your babbled whimpers get louder as he’s stretching you silly. “i spoil you too much, spoil this sloppy pussy too much too, hmph.”

“mmph. suku— sukunaaa,” your sweet stammers of moans grew more bouncy as you bucked your swiveling hips further onto him. it didn’t take long before your raw vocal chords start to die out, growing strained and weak. you dramatically elongate each syllable of his name that streams from your lips as his cock plummets into you full. the sweltering hot crown of his shaft kisses all around your gummy walls, reaching so deep that you’re practically yanking roughly on the edges of his silky kimono sleeve. “fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ‘kuna.”

a throaty chortle from sukuna makes your cunt twitch as he holds you upright — so cute, he’s so much bigger than you, merely dislocating your limbs with a few sets of his arms. he barely had to do anything and yet you were easily overpowered by his body. your mouth hangs open as he’s shoving such thick inches in and out of your slobbering pussy, coating his entire base with your cascading slick. “are you asking or are you just sayin’ y’r gonna cum, little one?”

the insides of your thighs were so sticky, already sticking together and you’re a babbling mess as his dick continues to make you stupid. “lemme cum please, ‘kuna. please, pretty please. stuffin’ me so full, fuuuck.”

“there’s those sweet manners,” he purrs in a husky tone—the back of his lips meets near your ear, giving it a soft peck as you continue to move. you feel a swarm of fluttering butterflies circle inside the pits of your tummy, but you knew that could also be the bulge of his cock constantly rutting deep into your clingy insides. “ah,” he snarls, his tip thrashing vigorously against a certain spongey spot. right there, you let off a sweet squeal as his sloppy thrusts start to punctuate again and again until your candied coated moans reverberate throughout the walls of his regal royal chambers. “fuckin’ shit,” he hisses, and as your hips continue to slam onto him, he’s realizing he’s coming close too.

your eyes were droopy as he’s still got you in such a lewd position — he’s so strong, proudly holding you up to where you’re just a doll bouncing on his cock. his throne remains wailing out moans of its own from the heavy masses of weight jerking on top of the furniture. he’s balls deep into your core, feeling how sweetly your cunt’s being massaged.

“c’mon, messy girl. give it t’ me then. make a sloppy mess on your king, princess,” and his sable-darkened nails gently scrape against your skin. it’s almost soothing, he’s got you in a tight safe chokehold hold and you’re basically chasing your own breath.

you whimper as his warm breaths tickle such a carnal itch in your brain. sukuna allows for you to bounce on him quicker and harder until eventually, your release came. your sweet little cry of finishing rapture was adorable—he hears how even after you’ve creamed all down his cock from the salacious skin slapping, your irregular breaths never falter. “ugh,” he grumbles, feeling his own release eventually match up as if it was right on cue. he bellows out a rough animalistic growl before he’s cummimg, shooting blanks. satiny ropes shoot into you, its balmy hot temperature making you gasp. it’s thick and slimy, pumping you full to the brim so good that it even leaks out.

he loosens his taut grip on your numb legs that were positioned in the air before he sighs—it’s still coming out, his angered tip was tucked inside your pussy as you’re just defeated, collapsed back on his chest.

“good girl,” he pants, hearing the erotic sloshes of his own cum continuing to spurt and ooze deep inside you. now, you’re an entire puddled mess. he creeps a broad open hand between your thighs, dragging a thumb down your slobbering slick to gather up a drop of his filthy dribbling cum. “my, my, look at thaaat,” he coos lowly, and you moan once he resumes, dragging a plump thumb down your sloppy cunt. a bit of his own mess soaks onto his finger before he brings it up to his mouth, lapping at your fresh juices, getting a taste himself. “mhm, she’s as sweetest as she’s ever been,” and you let off a gasp once another one of his palms rudely spanks your wet cunt.

“messy baby.”

[encredubitume]

IRON FIST ✸ LN04

Your daughter has an iron fist, and Lando is about to learn it the hard way.

PAIRING! ✸ Lando Norris x Single Mother!FemReader

WORDS! ✸ 1.5K

TAGS! ✸ Fluff. Not proof-read.

“She’ll probably seem closed off. Don’t take it personally. Ever since Isabella was born, it’s been hard for her to open up to strangers.”

Oscar’s voice is even, almost dull, but Lando picks up on the flicker of unease behind each carefully chosen word. Together, they move through the chaos of the Monaco Grand Prix; yet nothing is more frantic than Oscar’s pace.

In two years, Lando has learned to read his teammate's body language and its unsaid words. The tension in his shoulders and the tight fist at his side betray the calm he usually wears so well. He radiates apprehension⏤something so unlike him it disturbs Lando greatly.

It’s the first time his former neighbor from Hertford has accepted one of his invitations, and clearly, Oscar wants everything to be perfect.

“It took me a year to convince her to come, so please, don’t mess this up,” Oscar adds, confirming his theory.

“Wow. Who do you take me for? I do know how to behave, you know.”

Oscar stops in the middle of the paddock. He glances around, realizes people are filming them and pulls Lando aside by the arm⏤ignoring his protests⏤until they’re both hidden behind a broadcasting truck.

“What the hell, mate?”

Oscar gives him a wary look.

“I know you, Lando. And I know how this will go.”

Irritation flashes across the Brit’s face.

“Thanks, mate.”

“What I mean is…” Oscar shuts his eyes and draws in a deep breath, defeat written across his face. “She’s your type. Y/N, I mean. And she has a daughter. And you’ve been having this weird baby fever for weeks now. It's a disaster waiting to happen. I don't want you to scare her away.”

“I'm not an animal, Oscar.”

The latter runs a hand through his hair and sighs. Something in Lando softens at the obvious worry in his teammate’s eyes. He claps a firm hand on Oscar’s shoulder, who jolts.

“Don’t worry. I’ll just say hello. Nothing more.”

The second he steps into the McLaren motorhome, Lando regrets his promise.

The woman speaking with Lily is stunning, and the little girl in her arms, so adorable it takes everything in him not to coo aloud.

Maybe Oscar’s right. Maybe he does know Lando better than Lando knows himself, because this beautiful sight stirs something raw inside him, something he can barely suppress.

He clenches his jaw and looks away.

“Oscar!” a lovely voice calls.

You skips towards your former neighbor with a radiant smile, but your steps falter when you notice Lando standing beside him.

Before his eyes, you shift. The change is subtle, but the driver sees it—your arms tightening protectively around the child, your gaze darkening.

You're suddenly the Mother reincarnated, and to Lando, it turns you into something ethereal, a vision his eyes are thankful for.

“How’s my little princess doing?” Oscar coos next to him, his voice light and playful. Gone is the doubt from earlier.

The little girl babbles excitedly, arms outstretched to the Australian. Without hesitation, you hand her over. An irrational pang of jealousy twists in Lando’s chest as he watches the baby in Oscar’s arms and how easily the two interact.

He shoves it down and looks at you.

Your eyes stay on the duo, a fond smile tugging at your lips. Lando seizes the moment. He clears his throat and offers his hand.

“I’m Lando. Oscar’s told me a lot about you.”

You whisper more than you say your name, hesitant and guarded. Your hand is soft and disappears in his own. You are smaller than him, he notes. He could kiss the crown of your head without effort.

Lando blinks the thought away.

You promised to behave.

Reluctantly, he releases your hand and turns to Oscar, who’s now dodging the curious fingers of the little girl.

“And who’s this?”

“Isabella,” you say, cautious. “My daughter.”

At the sound of her name, the child turns—first to you, then to Lando, the only unfamiliar adult in the room. Her wide eyes study his face before locking somewhere onto the top of his head.

Then she beams, and something inside Lando cracks open.

He looks at you, whose expression is unreadable.

“May I...?” He gestures to Isabella, hands outstretched.

The baby, clearly recognizing the promise of a cuddle when she sees one, squeals and thrashes toward him. She kicks her little foot in Oscar’s chest, who grunts in pain.

You swiftly retrieves your daughter.

“I don’t want you to hold her.”

The words snap through the air like a whip. A few engineers turn around. Lando blinks. You exhale, adjusting Isabella on your hip.

“I just don’t like strangers touching her,” you explain more gently. “But you can say hello, if you’d like.”

Lando nods and flashes you a dazzling smile. Something flickers across your face, gone as soon as it appeared.

He crouches to Isabella’s level.

“Hey, love.”

“No!”

“You shouldn’t—”

Two voices cry out, but it's too late. In a blink, Isabella grabs a curl on Lando’s forehead and yanks.

The cry he lets out is far from dignified. He knows you heard it, and something in him dies a little at the thought.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Isabella, let go!”

But the toddler just giggles and tugs harder. Lando hisses.

“She does this all the time,” You try to explain while attempting to pull your daughter back. “It’s her favorite game. I should’ve warned you. God, I'm sorry. Isabella, let go of Lando!”

“It’s fine,” he mutters through clenched teeth, bent awkwardly.

How can something so small be so strong?

You grimace and step closer. A second, gentler hand dives into his curls to try and free him. The soft touch makes Lando’s heart thunder, or perhaps it is your newly-found proximity. His nose brushes your collarbone. If he concentrates hard enough, he can count the freckles on your skin and trace the seams of your bra beneath your white shirt.

Lando gulps, suddenly flushed.

“Oscar, some help maybe?”

He closes his eyes and inhales the sweet, floral perfume that overwhelms his senses—then yelps as Isabella finds another curl.

“Oh f— Fudge!”

One of his hands lands on your waist for balance; the other joins the tangle of hands in his hair. His fingers brush against yours—or maybe Oscar’s—and finally clasp around the tiny fist.

Isabella makes a curious sound.

“Maybe he should hold her,” Oscar suggests. “Might be the only way to get her to let go.”

Lando doesn’t need to see you to feel your hesitation—your body has stiffened under his hand.

“I suppose…”

Groaning, Lando stands, his back aching.

Reluctantly, you hand him Isabella, whose gaze stays fixed on his curls. Once nestled in his arms, she tilts her head and smacks her lips, once, twice, lost in serious contemplation.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you say, patience already running out, and step forward with outstretched arms. “We'll find something el—”

But you freeze.

Because Isabella releases his curls and wraps her tiny fingers around his index.

Lando's heart skips a beat. And his face breaks into a radiant smile.

He can’t help it. He brings their joined hands down and plants noisy kisses on the baby’s hand. Isabella bursts into delighted giggles.

“Hey you. Has anyone ever told you you’ve got quite the iron fist?”

Isabella drools in response. Lando chooses to take it as a yes.

When he finally looks up, he’s surprised to see you blushing.

“Sorry,” he winces, realizing how forward he’s been.

But, to his delight, you just shrug with a shy smile on your lips.

“'I'm sorry she took you hostage. It’s the first time she’s this... lively around someone new.”

“I’m honoured.”

They share a shy smile. Oscar clears his throat loudly, making you both jump. You blush deeper, shaking your head as you reach out again.

“Alright now, Isabella. Uncle Oscar and Lando have a race.”

Isabella whines as she’s pulled from Lando’s embrace. The sound slices something deep in him. Right then and there, he decides he hates seeing her sad.

“You’ll see them later,” you sooth, gently rocking your daughter.

As you both sway, your eyes flick shyly to Lando’s. He nearly chokes at the sight.

“If they want to, of course,” you add.

“I do,” he replies instantly, breathless. “I'll see you right after I win.”

Somewhere behind him, Oscar snorts.

But Lando means it. It’s a promise.

One he’s determined to keep.

When he crosses the finish line—There you go, P1 in Monaco, says his engineer—his mind isn’t on the crowd, or the glory. No. It’s elsewhere. On something softer.

The day after his victory, while videos of the drivers in nightclubs flood social media and scandals brew in their wake, fans wonder where Lando Norris has gone.

They should’ve looked further, past Monte Carlo’s frenzy, down a quiet alleyway in Monaco City.

Maybe then they’d have found the Grand Prix winner at a candle-lit table, sharing dinner with a beautiful woman and a little girl seated on his lap, tugging on his curls with an iron fist.

[meadowfics]

aunts and nieces

father!husband!kang dae ho x f!wife!mother!reader

apart of the kang family series

warnings: this chapter has smut!! MDNI! 18+. p in v unprotected. oral (r receiving), just a bunch of love making, daeho being vocal, praise, vulgar dialogue.

tags: @hrh007 , @tcvazq , @casually-simping , @chxrrybomb22, @prettywhenicry4

the house felt strangely quiet without the familiar sounds of tiny feet padding across the floor, the giggles and babbles of your daughters filling every corner.

stillness settled over you like a soft blanket, both comforting and unsettling. you stood by the window, watching as jia buckled seo-ah into her car seat, her practiced hands moving with ease.

byeol, snug in her infant carrier, was already dozing, her tiny hands curled into fists. jia smiled up at you through the glass, her warm, maternal energy radiating even from a distance.

“eomma! we’re going to have so much fun!” seo-ah called out, waving her little hand excitedly.

you forced a smile, waving back from out the window.

“i know, baby. be good for auntie jia, okay?”

“okay!”

you felt dae-ho’s hand slip around your waist, his presence grounding you.

“they’re going to be fine,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you leaned into him, exhaling the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“i know. it’s just… we’ve never been away from them this long.”

“jia’s got this. she raises min-jun and sooyun like a pro, remember?”

min-jun and sooyun, one of daeho''s many nephews and nieces.

you nodded. jia was incredible, a strong, patient mother who had always made parenthood seem effortless.

you trusted her completely, but the idea of spending an entire weekend away from your babies tugged at your heart.

jia approached the door, knocking softly before stepping inside.

“hey, you two,” she greeted, her warm smile easing some of your nerves.

“hey,” you and dae-ho replied in unison.

jia glanced between you both, noticing the tension lingering in your shoulders.

“they’re going to be fine, unnie. i promise.” she placed a reassuring hand on your arm. “seo-ah is already planning our whole weekend. she’s got me making pancakes tomorrow morning and taking her to the park by my home.”

you chuckled softly.

“that sounds like her.”

“and byeol is so easygoing, a quiet baby. min-jun wasn't like that, she’s been a dream so far.”

you smiled, though your heart still felt heavy.

“thank you again, jia. really.”

she waved it off.

“please, i’m excited. and you two deserve this. a weekend to yourselves.” she arched an eyebrow, smirking.

“go have fun. sleep in. enjoy each other!”

you blushed slightly, while dae-ho chuckled, pulling you closer.

“we’ll try,” he promised.

jia gave you both one more hug before heading back to the car. you watched as she drove off, the car disappearing down the street, leaving an unfamiliar silence behind.

you stood there for a moment, feeling the absence of your daughters like a weight in the room.

dae-ho squeezed your hand.

“so… what do we do now?”

you let out a soft laugh.

“i… have no idea.”

“me neither.”

you both wandered into the living room, where the couch seemed bigger without toys scattered all over it.

you sank into the cushions, leaning against dae-ho’s side as he wrapped an arm around you.

“this is weird,” you murmured, snuggling into him.

“yeah. but kinda nice, right?”

“it is.”

you sat there in silence, the kind that only comes when there’s no rush, no distractions. just the two of you, alone for the first time in what felt like forever.

dae-ho’s fingers traced lazy circles on your arm.

“hey,” he said after a moment.

“hmm?”

“go get ready.”

you tilted your head to look at him.

“for what?”

your husband's lips curled into a soft smile.

“i’m taking you out to dinner tonight.”

you blinked, caught off guard.

“seriously?”

“yeah. an actual date night. just us two without the babies.”

you hesitated. it had been so long since you’d done anything like that, just the two of you.

“are you sure?”

“positive. we deserve this, y/n.” he cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin.

“go get dressed. we’re going out.”

your heart fluttered at his words, warmth blooming in your chest.

“okay,” you whispered, smiling.

you took your time getting ready, savoring the quiet as you stood in front of the mirror.

you pulled on the prettiest pink dress you own, one that flowed gently over your body, perfect for the warm spring evening.

as you slipped the pink dress over your shoulders, the fabric draped over your body in a way that made you pause. it hugged your curves gently, the skirt flowing down your legs with a familiar ease.

you turned slightly in front of the mirror, your eyes widening as you noticed how the dress fit, snug in the right places, loose where it needed to be, just like it had before you’d ever had kids. it is tight around the bomb area, but that is perfectly okay, that part of your chest has grown naturally with kids.

a soft smile spread across your face as you took it in. for months after having byeol, you hadn’t felt quite like yourself...your body still healing, changing, adjusting.

now, standing here, you saw the first signs of the old you coming back, blending with the woman and mother you had become.

your hands instinctively wrapped around your waist, hugging yourself, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest.

the fabric hugged you in all the right places, the color bringing a softness to your features.

you did your makeup lightly, just enough to feel special, before slipping on your favorite heels that matched with the dress.

when you walked into the living room, dae-ho was already waiting, dressed in a sleek black suit, his hair styled perfectly. he looked up as you entered, his eyes widening, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“wow,” he breathed, standing up.

you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“you clean up pretty well yourself.”

he chuckled, reaching for your hand and spinning you around gently.

“you look beautiful, baby.”

“thank you,” you murmured, feeling butterflies stir in your stomach, just like the early days of your relationship.

“ready?” he asked, offering his arm.

“ready.”

you both stepped out into the warm evening air, the warm countryside feeling fresh before hitting the train out to the city center of seoul.

it felt surreal...just the two of you with no diaper bags, no car seats, no toys in tow.

this was your night. you planned to enjoy every second of it.

a half an hour later exiting the subway station, a cool spring breeze brushed past you as you and dae-ho climbed the steps, your heels clicking softly against the pavement.

the city lights of seoul shimmered in the distance. however, the familiar sterile smell of the subway station lingered.

for a moment, the weight of past memories pulled at you...the fluorescent lighting, the dull hum of vending machines, the heavy presence of the recruiter who’d handed you that fateful card after playing the stupid ddakji game.

you felt a slight tension in your chest, and as if on cue, dae-ho’s fingers laced through yours, his grip tightening gently.

you turned up and glanced at him, catching the subtle flicker of unease in his eyes. he was thinking about it too.

neither of you spoke about it though.

it was a silent agreement...a pact made without words. tonight wasn’t for those memories. it wasn’t for the darkness that loomed in your past or the haunting remnants of the games.

it wasn’t for worrying about seo-ah and byeol, even though both your hearts ached a little at the thought of them.

tonight was just for the two of you.

“you okay?” dae-ho asked softly, his thumb brushing the back of your hand.

you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“yeah. you?”

“yeah.” he exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing, “let’s have a good night.”

“a great night.”

the unease faded with each step away from the subway, replaced by a warm anticipation as you approached the restaurant. it was a towering glass building, its sleek design and gold accents signaling the kind of luxury that would’ve made you both uncomfortable in the past. however, you do not feel that uncomfortable financial burden anymore.

you and dae-ho had money now...enough to live comfortably, enough to give your daughters everything they needed, and then some. the way that wealth had come to you lingered in the back of your mind like a shadow sometimes. even as you walked into the upscale restaurant, its marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, you couldn’t help but feel a strange disconnect.

“who would’ve thought?” dae-ho murmured as the hostess led you to your table by the window, offering a stunning view of the city skyline.

you chuckled softly, smoothing your dress as you sat down.

“not me.”

“this place is insane,” he added, glancing around at the elegant décor, the soft ambient music and the waitstaff dressed in perfectly pressed uniforms.

you both scanned the menus, leather-bound and heavy in your hands, listing dishes with names you could barely pronounce.

years ago, this would have sent you into a quiet panic, worrying about prices, about fitting in, about not belonging.

tonight, there was a calm acceptance.

“so,” dae-ho began, setting his menu down and folding his hands on the table, “how are you doing? really?”

the question caught you off guard. it wasn’t just small talk...it was genuine, filled with that soft, steady concern he always carried for you.

you paused, considering.

“better,” you admitted. “earlier, when I was getting ready… I put on that pink dress and noticed how it fit.”

your husband tilted his head, his eyes softening. “yeah?”

“yeah. it felt like… I’m finally starting to get my body back after having byeol. I looked in the mirror and for the first time in a while, I felt a little confident again.”

a slow smile spread across his face, his hand reaching across the table to take yours. daeho's fingers were warm, his touch gentle as he smoothed his thumb over your knuckles.

“you are beautiful,” he said firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“you’ve always been beautiful. before the kids, during both pregnancies and even now. you’re incredible, y/n.”

the sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion. daeho's gaze held so much love, so much admiration that it was almost overwhelming.

you could see it in the way his eyes softened, in the little upward curve of his lips...the light that always appeared when he looked at you.

“thank you,” you whispered, feeling your heart swell.

he smiled, his thumb still brushing over your hand.

“always.”

you hesitated for a moment, then asked, “how about you? how have your therapy sessions been going?”

for a moment, something flickered across his face, something guarded, but then he relaxed, letting out a soft breath.

“good,” he replied. “really good. my therapist has been helping me work through a lot, especially… the ganghwa.. um- thing.. and… well, everything else. he has been nice.”

you nodded, squeezing his hand.

“I’ve noticed. you’ve been doing so well. I’m really proud of you.”

he gave you a soft, almost shy smile, his ears tinged pink.

“i’m trying.”

“i love you,” you said, feeling the weight of those words fully.

daeho's smile widened, his eyes filled with warmth.

“I love you too.”

however, the waiter arrived, interrupting the tender moment.

“are you both ready to order?”

you smiled politely, letting go of dae-ho’s hand to glance back at the menu.

“yes, I’ll have the salmon with rice and vegetables, please.”

the waiter nodded, jotting the order down on his ipad before turning to dae-ho.

“i'll take the galbi-jjim,” dae-ho said, choosing one of the fancier korean dishes on the menu.

“excellent choices. I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.”

as the waiter walked away, you found yourself about to bring up the babies. something about how seo-ah probably had pancakes for dinner and how byeol was likely fussing about now.

however, you stopped yourself just in time. instead, you leaned in, a playful grin on your face.

“so… I started watching this old american sitcom the other day, one I used to watch back home back then...” you began, twirling your fork between your fingers.

dae-ho raised an eyebrow, interest piqued.

“oh? which one?”

“it’s called full house. I found it online and I started to remember how much I used to love that show as a kid. it’s cheesy but… I don’t know, it makes me laugh.”

daeho's face lit up, his shoulders relaxing as he chuckled.

“that's very nice, I've heard of it but I have never seen it before.”

you smiled, warmth blooming in your chest.

“it reminds me of home, in a weird way. it’s… comforting.”

he reached for your hand again, his thumb stroking gently.

“I’m glad. I know how hard it’s been for you to find things that feel safe.”

you nodded, thinking back to how your taste in shows had shifted over the years.

before the games, you used to watch intense thrillers, horror films, anything dark and gritty. after surviving the games, those kinds of shows felt suffocating...too real and too triggering.

now, sitcoms and lighthearted comedies were your go-to.

“it’s funny,” you mused, “I used to love horror movies and all that dark stuff, but now… I can’t even handle jump scares. I just want something that makes me laugh.”

“that makes sense,” dae-ho agreed, his voice gentle.

“after everything we went through… I’m glad you’ve found something that brings you peace.”

you smiled, feeling the weight on your chest lift a little.

“and when I’m not watching sitcoms, I’m stuck watching all of seo-ah’s cartoons while you're doing work in the office.”

he laughed, the sound deep and warm.

“oh, the joys of parenting. at least her shows are educational, right?”

“sure,” you giggled, rolling your eyes.

“if learning how to sing every nursery rhyme and counting to one-hundred counts.”

he chuckled, and in that moment, everything felt easy and simple. you were just two people in love, on a normal date night, without the weight of your past hanging over you.

you caught the way he was looking at you again...soft, admiring, like you were the only person in the room.

the both of you got your food not too long afterwards. the food was delicious, super good.

as you swirled your fork around the last few bites of salmon, the soft hum of the restaurant filled the space between you and dae-ho. the warm glow of the chandeliers above cast a golden hue on the table, making the wine glasses shimmer, and the soft murmur of conversations from the few other people around created a peaceful backdrop. it felt… perfect.

dae-ho leaned back in his chair, his hand resting lazily around his glass as he looked at you, his gaze filled with something deeper, calm, love, maybe even a little wonder.

“we should go on a vacation soon,” he said, his voice soft but excited, like the thought had been bouncing around in his head for a while.

you perked up, setting your fork down.

“yeah?”

he nodded, a slight grin on his face.

“yeah. maybe okinawa in japan? or jeju island? somewhere warm, by the water or even hawaii... I don't know just a real beach vacation.”

the thought made your heart flutter. a real family vacation. you could almost see it now: seo-ah building sandcastles, byeol’s tiny feet dipping into the water for the first time, you and dae-ho under a beach umbrella, watching it all unfold.

you smiled at him, the idea filling you with warmth.

“that sounds perfect.”

then, practicality hit, and you laughed softly, shaking your head.

“but… maybe we should wait a bit? byeol’s only four months old. traveling with her right now might be… a lot.”

he chuckled, his hand moving to rub at the back of his neck.

“yeah, you’re right. i got ahead of myself.”

you reached across the table, placing your hand over his. “no, i love that you’re thinking about it. it means a lot.” you paused, letting the moment sit between you before adding, “it’s kinda funny, though. having these kinds of conversations now, with our own little family.”

daeho's eyebrows lifted, and a soft smile tugged at his lips as he nodded in agreement.

“i know,” you continued, “it wasn’t that long ago what, five years? we were just starting out. barely had enough money to get those cheap triangle kimbaps from the convenience store. and that tiny apartment of yours…” you laughed, the memory vivid in your mind.

“remember how the ceiling leaked every time it rained?”

he let out a deep laugh, his shoulders shaking.

“oh my god, yes and that heater? the one that would rattle like it was going to explode every winter?”

“i was sure we’d freeze to death that first year,” you giggled, your fingers still tracing his knuckles.

dae-ho’s laughter faded into a fond smile.

“but you stayed. through all of that.” his voice softened, eyes locking with yours. “and now… we’re here. I feel, i don’t know...complete, I guess? knowing we made it out of tha- that i got us here.”

your heart clenched, your chest swelling with emotion. you could see the pride in his eyes, the relief, too. you squeezed his hand gently.

“we did it together, dae-ho. yeah... i feel complete too.”

the two of you ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, occasionally offering each other bites and exchanging smiles.

as you finished the last bites of your meal, you leaned back in your chair, your hand resting on your stomach.

“i don’t think i’ve been this full in years,” you said, laughing softly.

dae-ho grinned, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“me neither.”

you both sat there for a moment, soaking in the calmness. the restaurant was still relatively quiet...only a few couples scattered across the room, some leaning in close to each other, others sipping wine and laughing.

“it’s nice here,” you murmured, glancing around.

“everyone just… looks so content.”

“yeah,” dae-ho agreed, his voice soft.

“maybe they’re like us...getting a rare night away from their kids.”

you smiled at the thought, leaning your chin against your hand as you gazed at him.

“probably but i don’t think anyone here’s been through what we have. at least I hope not...”

he nodded, his expression turning thoughtful.

“no… probably not.”

“yeah.” you sighed, the peacefulness of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

you reached across the table, lacing your fingers with his again as your legs caress his underneath the table.

“thank you,” you whispered.

“for what?”

“for this. for everything.”

he smiled, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your hand.

“you don't need to thank me, I would do this for you always.”

another hour goes by as you and dae-ho stepped out of the warm glow of the restaurant, the cool midnight air of spring wrapped around you like a gentle whisper. 

it wasn’t freezing, but the april breeze sent a subtle shiver up your arms, making you instinctively rub your hands over them for warmth. you didn’t say anything, but dae-ho noticed immediately. he always did as he observed your movements. without a word, he slipped off his blazer and gently draped it over your shoulders. 

the soft fabric was still warm from his body heat, carrying his familiar scent, cologne mixed with something uniquely him.  

“there,” he murmured, adjusting it so it sat comfortably on your shoulders. 

“can’t have my wife freezing.” the man chuckled.

you smiled softly, touched by the small but meaningful gesture. 

“thank you.”  

he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, “always.”  

the two of you began walking down the street, your heels clicking lightly against the pavement, though with each step, your exhaustion settled deeper into your body. it wasn’t the kind of tiredness that came from stress or worry…just the peaceful fatigue of a long, perfect night. 

you knew if you admitted how tired you were, dae-ho would offer to carry you all the way back home to the countryside without hesitation. as your gaze wandered, something caught your eye, a sleek, towering hotel just down the street. 

the way its windows gleamed under the moonlight, reflecting the city skyline, made it feel like a sanctuary. tall and elegant, its name glowed softly in the night, inviting, almost tempting.  

you stopped walking, tugging lightly at dae-ho’s hand to get his attention.  

he turned to you, brow raised in curiosity. 

“what’s up?”  

you gestured toward the hotel. 

“what if… we just stayed there tonight?”  

he followed your gaze, then looked back at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 

“really?”  

you nodded, shifting his blazer tighter around your shoulders. 

“i’m too tired to head all the way home. and… it could be fun like a mini staycation.”  

he considered it for a moment, then his smile widened, warmth dancing in his eyes. “i like that idea. plus,” he chuckled, “i’m pretty tired too. would be nice to just… crash there together.”  

“and not worry about anything else,” you added, feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought.  

“exactly.”  

no other words were spoken before the two of you made your way to the hotel, the building seeming even nicer and bigger as you approached. the glass doors opened silently as you entered the sleek, modern lobby, where soft music played in the background and a massive chandelier sparkled above. 

everything smelled faintly of jasmine and something crisp, almost like fresh rain. checking in was quick, and soon you and dae-ho were stepping into the elevator, heading up to the 17th floor. 

as the doors closed, you leaned against his side, feeling his arm slip around your waist, holding you close. the soft ding of the elevator signaled your arrival, and you both stepped out, walking down the plush-carpeted hallway until you found your room. once inside, you let out a soft gasp…the view was breathtaking.  

the entire far wall was made of floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the city of seoul in all its midnight glory. glittering lights stretched out endlessly, streets crisscrossing below like illuminated veins, cars moving like tiny, glowing specks. 

the han river shimmered in the distance, reflecting the city lights, and the n tower stood tall against the night sky.  

“wow,” you whispered, walking up to the windows, placing your hand gently against the cool glass.  

dae-ho closed the door behind you, slipping off his shoes before making his way over. he stopped right behind you, his presence warm, grounding. daeho’s hands found your waist, pulling you gently against him, his grip firm but gentle.  

“it’s beautiful, huh?” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm with an ulterior motive.  

you nodded, your heart fluttering. 

“so beautiful.”  

your husband’s hands tightened slightly on your waist before his lips found the spot just below your ear, pressing soft, lingering kisses there. the sensation sent a shiver down your spine, but it wasn’t from the cold this time. you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch as his mouth moved lower, his lips trailing delicate kisses along your neck. 

the softness, the tenderness…it had been a while since the two of you had this kind of intimacy, uninterrupted, without the background noise of crying babies or toddler giggles. daeho’s hands roamed, sliding over your waist, his fingers tracing the curves of your body through the pink dress you are wearing.  

your breath hitched, a soft whimper slipping out as his lips pressed against that sensitive spot just beneath your jawline. you felt your entire body responding, warmth pooling deep in your core, your hands reaching up to grasp his as they held you close.  

you turned slowly in his arms, your chest rising and falling, your eyes meeting his. your man’s gaze was heavy with want, filled with love and desire all tangled together. your hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. you tilted your chin, your eyes flickering down to his lips before locking back onto his.  

you leaned in, pressing your mouth against his, the kiss soft at first but quickly deepening. daeho’s hands moved, one sliding up your back while the other cradled your cheek, holding you there as if he couldn’t get close enough.  

the kiss became more urgent, more intense, as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of him. the familiar scent of his cologne, the warmth of his touch, the gentle but possessive way his hands moved over your body. you whimpered against his lips when you felt his hand grab your left ass cheek, realizing just how much you had needed this…him, this moment, this connection.  

daeho’s other hands slid down again, gripping your waist firmly as he pressed you closer, deepening the kiss further, like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between the two of you.  your fingers tangled in his hair as your lips moved together, every emotion, every ounce of love, and longing pouring into the moment.  

the taller man stopped before lifting you up, his left hand staying on your ass with his right going under your dress to lift you up. he carries you to the queen size bed and gets right back into kissing all over your neck and collarbones.

“dae,” you whimpered, his large hand pushing your left leg to open. your leg’s knee lifted up to be closer to your chest as your husband’s bulge pressed against your center. 

“baby, what do you want from me?” daeho groaned, his hand coming up to massage your right boob through your dress as he uses his teeth to pull your dress a bit down, exposing your left boob to him. 

“i- i need you.” you whimpered. 

“use more words sweetheart, i need you to be more specific.” he mumbled against your nipple, taking his lips and kissing around your boob teasing you.

“i need you to make love to me, fuck me, just put yourself inside of me.” you moaned when you feel daeho’s bulge press against your center once again. your underwear was ruined, completely soaked, and your husband could feel it through his pants.  

your husband moved up to kiss your ear once again. it was clear hat he was tired, as were you, but you guys needed eachother more. tired and lazy sex it is! you whimper softly as you feel your man’s hands pull your soft lacy underwear off of your body, keeping your dress on. 

“you’re so big.” you moaned when your bare center settled onto daeho’s clothed cock. he started dry humping you, his lips making contact with yours again. you moaned wanting to feel him inside of you, your core clenched onto nothing as your husband used his free hand to hold your wirsts together above your head.

“be patient, baby.” daeho groaned, feeling himself grow impatient as he looked down at your core, completely soaking his dress pants and the bed below. 

“you’re so pretty. i can never get enough of this pussy, can’t i?” your husband whispered to himself but you heard it, you bit your lips as you admire your husband unzipping his pants. the man’s big cock is freed from his pants and boxers, which causes you to spread your legs as wide as possible.

your husband didn’t even bother taking off his pants before he pulled you towards him. he started to kiss down your inner thighs, starting from your knees and going closer and closer to where you wants him to be.

“i’m the impatient one?” you smirked as your husband taking no time in teasing you, as you knew he planned to. 

“shhh!” he whispered against your soft inner legs. 

daeho finally reached your center and you released the loudest moan when he kitten licked from your center and up to your clit. he started flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, using his thumb to expose the little bud from its hood.

your hands grabbed your man’s dark hair as he held one hand on your waist, the other massaging your left thigh.

“yes, fuck! you’re doing so amazing.” you praised. your man pushed his tongue inside of your walls which causes you to whine in pleasure. your dress was pushed up your waist, and daeho’s face was completely covered with your juices

 after feeling the familiar tightness in your core, you arched your back off of the bed.

“ah ah, stay.” daeho held your waist in order for yout entire body to on the bed. he admired your soaked vagina before sitting up, seeing how much you’re ready for him.  

“please fuck me.” you say. 

daeho places your legs on his shoulders before bending down to kiss you. neither of you bothered to take off your clothes. again, your dress gave him easy access and he was too tired to take off his pants completely. he needed you as soon as possible.

you look down and moan at daeho moving his fat mushroom tip along her folds, you moaned when it make contact with your swollen clit before it slips in easily. your juices coating his cock perfectly as you feel your walls greet the familiar dick inside of you. 

as good as daeho’s cock was, you can’t question how you’ve gotten pregnant twice.

“fuck, you’re always so soaked.” your husband leans down, engulfing you in a heated kiss as your walls grip his cock perfectly. 

you moaned loudly, never getting enough of daeho’s dirty talk.

your love combined with your sex made daeho the happiest man in the world. seeing his love under him as you looked down at his dick rearranging your insides every.single.time with your glassy eyes and swollen lips made his cock twitch more than he could count.

“you’re so pretty.” daeho whimpered. you felt yourself clutch around his dick due to his whimpering. you could never get enough. 

“your dick is sooo big!” you moaned, spreading your legs as an angle which helped daeho’s tip kiss at her cervix.

“all for you, mama, all for you.” daeho kissed your lips once again, his tongue entering your mouth at a nice pace.

your husband continued to moan and whisper as your insides pulsed around his sick, “i’m gonna-“ you moaned, before you realized that you couldn’t gold it. he is too good. you finally released all over daeho, getting your juices all over his cock and the bedsheets, as his hand caressed your face.

 “I’m almost done, i’m almost there sweetheart, hold out for me.” daeho fucked into you harder, knowing how sensitive your pussy is now. as he felt himself coming inside of your walls, you nearly squealed at his dick abusing that good spot inside of you.

“fuck fuck fuck!” you scratched at his bicep. 

“oh my god you’re so amazing, that was needed.” daeho pulled out of you.  

the love of your life laid on top of you, his body weight a little crushing but it served as a warm blanket in the cool hotel room. you smiled, noticing how both of you were still dressed. 

“it was needed. i love how we didn’t bother to take off our clothes.” you smile, smoothing your hands through daeho’s soft hair as his hands gripped at your childbearing hips in comfort. 

“yea, we were both impatient.” daeho jokes, coming up to kiss your lips softly before fully falling asleep on your chest. 

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loser (i don't want to lose her) ★ mark lee.

tags. mark lee x reader. hurt comfort. 1k words.

requested! i don't really like this one but i hope u like it nonnie <3

You were really looking forward to this dinner. It wasn’t anything special — just a homemade dinner for two — but you cooked Mark’s favourites, set up a nice ambience, and even dressed up nicely. It had been far too long since you two last went on a date — he was in the middle of a new comeback, so even to meet had become a near impossible task. On a rare day that you did, you decided to do something nice.

But Mark wasn’t getting the memo. 

Two hours since you last knocked on his office door, telling him to eat dinner. He hadn’t moved an inch, leaving you with no choice but to ask again. Once you pushed the door open, you were greeted by the sight of him sitting on his chair, pieces of crumpled paper scattered around the table as he gripped a pencil. Too absorbed in his lyric writing to acknowledge your presence. 

“Babe,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He turned towards you, raising an eyebrow and offering a small smile. “You said you’d come eat two hours ago, the food’s getting cold.”

“Just a little more,” he said, smile stretching into a wider one. He tapped on your nose with his pointer, a small attempt to cheer you up. “The ideas will disappear if I don’t write them down now. I’ll be out in a bit, baby. Promise.”

You don’t remember much of what happened after. You only remember storming out of the house and to Jisung’s, leaving a note out of anger. 

★★★

“Just don’t get why he can’t just spare a fucking hour to eat.”

Between huffs and puffs, you rambled. You were slumped on the couch between Chenle and Jisung, who were laser-focused on the TV. The clicks of their consoles could be heard amidst your angry babbles. Haechan stood on a beanbag, arms crossed behind his head. 

“Hey, if you break up with Mark, I’ll date you instead,” Haechan joked, earning a smack on his head from Chenle. “I’m just joking, damn.”

“Not a good time."

You truly didn’t get it. You frequently had to bring your work home, spending hours on your laptop to chase a deadline but you’d never neglect Mark the way that he did. Plus, he wasn’t rushing against the clock — so was it really justifiable that he had left you hanging? It felt unfair. Huffing, you pulled your knees towards your chest and slumped your chin against your knees.

“Or am I being unreasonable?” you muttered, “Maybe it’d be better if he had someone in your industry, maybe we just don’t match.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Jisung answered. 

In the blur of your despair, you failed to realize that Jisung’s words were half-hearted, impassive — that he hadn’t really been listening after all. You merely nodded, before excusing yourself to go home. 

“You shouldn’t have said that, dickhead,” Chenle said, slapping Jisung across his nape.

Jisung looked back at him, blinking his eyes confusedly.

“What’d I say again?”

★★★

“Mark, we need to talk.”

After days of pondering, you had come to a conclusion — that perhaps, letting go of Mark would be the best act of love that you could do. Upon seeing him lounging on the living room couch, you had finally mustered enough courage to speak. 

Mark placed his phone down, looking up at you. His gaze followed your figure as you sat beside him. Behind the placid look he tried to maintain, he panicked internally. He straightened up. 

“Okay, what’s up?”

“I don’t think that this is working out.” 

“What?”

Mark stared at you, trying to decipher your words — or rather, trying to accept your words. You could see the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed the thick saliva pooling at the back of his throat, though you couldn’t see the anxiety pumping through his veins.

“What do you mean, YN? What do you mean by this?”

“This,” you muttered. “Us.”

“But we were fine a few days ago,” the raven retorted. He racked his brain for anything that could’ve upset you, all the memories rushing back to his head and it made him dizzy. 

“YN, please.” 

“I just,” the words slipped past your lips. There were an abundance of thoughts filling your brain — too much — and your tongue couldn’t quite catch up. “Just. Feel like you deserve better, Mark. Someone who gets you.”

“But you’re perfect,” he whimpered. Without him realizing, his lips were quivering. “You get me.”

“I don’t,” you shook your head. “I’m not… someone who does music, like you. There are things you talk about that I don’t get. You should find someone who matches you better. I’m sorry, Mark.”

You extended your hand on the sofa, grazing his knee. It takes a little more courage for you to give it a little squeeze. He gave you a pained look, shaking his head — and the look had done more than tug on your heartstrings — it wrung them. You never wanted to hurt him this much.

“But I don’t get all your stuff either,” he whispered. “When you talk about your work stuff, I don’t always get it. But I listen because I like listening to you… don’t you like listening to me too?”

The question rendered you silent. You bit the inside of your cheeks, thinking back to all the times when he’d tell you all about his music production, how he’d seat you on his lap and play with your hair as you listened to his songs. How your lips would be puckered out of focus and he’d kiss it. 

“I do.”

The words breathed relief onto Mark’s face. He grabs your hand, gently tracing along the veins on your palm.

“We don’t always have to understand each other,” he mumbled, “Sometimes, listening and acknowledging is enough.” 

Slowly, you nodded. Finally, the heavy beating of your heartbeat calmed down. 

“Can you please stay?” his voice was soft. He spoke as though you could break from the sheer sound of his voice.

“Yes,” you whispered back, “I’m sorry, I just got scared. I love you so much, I want the best for you.”

“It’s okay,” Mark answered. He pulled you into a hug, tucking you under his chin. “I love you, too.”

"Okay, but you really have to make more time for me."

"I'm sorry. Okay. I love you, I really do."

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Running to You 4

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Sister series to Just What I Needed

Summary: You’re rescued by a man who you don’t even know is a real hero.

Characters: nomad Steve Rogers

Note: a stressed out steve rogers plus a cutie. it bloomed from the theory of Steve’s beard being a symbol of his darker side, or a darker state of mind. In the wat that he would usually pride himself on a neat appearance but lets himself go a bit when he’s not at his best.

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Mike babbles on the floor. You turn on your craft lamp as you stay along the far end of the room. You stare as the phone dials out.

Your hand shakes as you wait for the line to pick up. You don't think it will as it keeps ringing. Then, suddenly, a click.

Steve utters your name in a gritty rasp. "What's going on?"

"Steve," your voice quavers but you try not to betray your fear. "Can you... can you come over?"

"What's wrong?" You hear him moving as his timbre grows clearer. "Are you hurt?"

"N-no," you say as you watch Mike as he squirms. "I'm okay but I don't think he is."

"He--who?"

"Mike. Please. You have to come help him."

"Mike? What's wrong?"

"Please get here," you murmur. "See ya soon."

You hang up as Mike coughs. He's dopey as he lifts his head and his gaze finds you. He smiles and pushes himself up to his knees. 

"Hey, uh, are you okay?" You ask.

"Mm, I'm fine..." he puts his hands on the floor. "Real good."

His eyes look like pits. His face is almost sinister. You don't understand what he's doing.

"Mike, do you need some water or..."

"I need you, baby," he crawls toward you. "You're so... hmmm." 

He puts his hands down heavily as he gets closer. His foot hits a stack and the boxes slide down behind him. You press yourself to the wall.

"Mike, I think you should go back to your place. Um. It's late." You sniff.

"You're so sweet to me. I know you want it."

"Huh? No... Mike, please. You're sick--"

"I'll be gentle," he's right beside your cot as you try to disappear into the wall. "Please, I hurt so bad--"

He grabs your ankle and you yelp. What is he doing? He's nice. He's not supposed to do this.

You try to wiggle him off. He squeezes and his strength frightens you. You jerk your leg and your foot hits his jaw.

Mike sprawls backwards and knocks over the shelf of pots you use for soap making. You hope off the flimsy frame and skitter past him, phone in hand. You trip over the mess he made and hit the corner of the wall. You stagger on into the hallway.

Your phone vibrates. You answer. It's Steve. 

"Where are you?" He snarls. "You hung up. Don't do that. Tell me what's going on."

He sounds as panicked as you feel. That turns your fear to flames. You think this is worse than you know.

"Mike... Mike is not acting... right." You turn as you hear another cough. Mike lumbers into the door frame, leaning on it. "He's..."

Before you can finish, Mike lunges at you. You dodge him but not quick enough. He knocks you into the mall and lands atop you as you crash to the floor.

Your phone flies from your grasp. You can hear Steve's faint voice calling your name. Mike crushes you as your hands are pinned beneath his chest. You push helplessly.

"Baby, I said I'll be nice. I just can't... you know... you're always flirting..."

You gasp and dig your nails into his chest, turning your head this way and that.

"No, I don't--"

"You're so warm," he growls. "I just wanna fuck you. Just once."

You cry out. "Help! HELP!" You snarl as you struggle under him. "Mike, get off! Get off. Get. OFF."

He won't move. Your chest fills with sand and your blood thins. Horror swells to a whistle in your ears and you throw your head forward.

There's a sickening crunch as your head meets Mike's nose. You cringe and wriggle as he grunts and falls off of you. He whines as he cradles his nose and rolls around on his back.

You turn onto your stomach and push yourself up. Your head is throbbing from the impact and your ears are thick and thrumming. You try to shake out the shell shock as you clamour down the hall.

You throw yourself through the stair doors and nearly hit the wall. You turn and grab onto the railing, hurtling downward. You don't dare look back. If Mike is chasing you...

You pull open the door at the bottom, your sense creeping through the panic. Where are you going? Where can you go?

You race through the lobby and out into the night. The thought of your phone a floor up with Mike sends chills through you... what next?

Your name scares you along with the large silhouette marching across the street. Steve steps onto the glow of the streetlight. You nearly collapse.

"Steve," you gasp.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" He looks you over. Your head is pounding still from hitting Mike's.

"Steve, I don't... I don't know. It's Mike. I think he's confused."

"Where is he?" Steve growls as he grips your arms tightly. "What happened? All I heard was a crash."

"It's-- he didn't mean to. I think... I don't know."

"Didn't mean to what?" Steve squeezes. His eyes search you.

You bat your lashes and shake your head. You don't know how to explain it to him. In a way he's scaring you just as much as Mike.

"Where is he?" He asks again.

"Inside..." you utter.

He looks past you and sighs. One hand slides down your arms and clutches yours, the other falls away entirely. He turns you back to the front door and strides up the steps. He holds onto you so that he's ahead of you, shielding you.

He takes you through the door into the silent lobby but is stopped by the interior door.

"I don't have my key--" You begin.

He yanks until you hear a crack. It's nothing to him. He breaks the lock and swings the door open. He stops just inside as his thumb rubs the back of your hand.

"Where?" He turns to you.

"Steve. Just... it's okay. He probably left--"

"Your apartment?" He bristles.

You look away. He exhales and reluctantly lets go of your hand. He grabs your arm and moves you into the corner, right next to the stair door. He glances around.

"Stay right here. Someone comes around bugging you, yell," he says.

"Steve? What are you--"

"You said Mike isn't feeling good, right? I'm going to check on him. I know first aid, okay?" He cradles your face with his large hand, his warmth is comforting. "I'll get him back to his place." He lingers as his thumb strokes your cheekbone. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

You swallow. "Yes. I... I just hope Mike's okay. He was on the floor... when I...ran..."

He stares at you in the dingy hue of the overhead light. His skepticism burns. He's weighing your every word and they don't measure up.

"Stay. Take deep breaths," he draws away hesitantly. "I will come back."

"Steve."

"It's alright," he assures as he twists on his heel.

He charges into the staircase and the door drops shut behind him. You flinch at the clang. You hug yourself as you cower in the corner. Your mind is a storm of fear.

Mike breaking your door, following you, tackling you... Then the way Steve so easily broke the front door. How could he do it so easily?

You flinch as a thump comes from above. You hold your breath and wait, listening intently. You don't hear anything else. You wait, just like Steve said. Something about him that night assures you it's best just to do what he says.

The door to the stairs open. You wince. Steve peers out at you.

"Come on," he beckons you to him.

You keep your arms around yourself and shuffle over to him. He looks down at your bare feet. He tuts.

"Be careful," he reaches to touch your arm as you near.

"I'm okay." You promise.

He turns to follow you as you enter the stairwell. "Are you? Why did you call?"

"Steve, I--"

"You're not telling me what he did."

"He didn't... do anything. He just scared me." You sniff.

"Sure. That's why you woke me up."

"I'm sorry, Steve, I didn't--"

"I'm not mad about that. I'm frustrated because-- if you don't tell me everything, how can I help?"

You're silent as you climb step by step. You get to the top and he's quick to reach around you to open the door. You feel smaller with him so close. You go into the hall and look around. Mike is gone.

"Steve, I'm sorry. I should've called the police--"

"You called me. You did the right thing." He snips.

You stop in front of your apartment door, still wide open. You spin to face Steve. "Did you find him?"

He pokes his tongue into his cheek. "I put him back in his apartment. He was unconscious."

"Oh..."

"Breathing. I checked his pulse."

"Right," you chew your lip.

"I know what a struggle looks like. You have to tell me what happened," he insists.

"Steve--"

"You're out in the street, no shoes, pajamas," he looks you up and down and you drop your chin to look at your sleep shorts and shirt. "He wasn't just confused."

"Please, he's sick."

"He's dangerous. Your chain is broken again."

"I can get it fixed."

"Uh huh, and how long until it happens again?" He challenges.

"He won't-- He just needs--"

Steve huffs and rubs his nose. He points through your door. "We need to talk," he interrupts.

You wilt and nod. He's angry. You feel awful. You woke him up and brought him here. His long hair is askew, his beard is messy, and he wears a pair of grey joggers and a plain white tee. He rushed over.

"I... next time--"

"Next time?" He hisses as he trails you into your apartment.

"It won't happen again," you correct yourself.

He hisses and looks around as you face him. His eyes scour your apartment. The lines in his forehead deepen.

"He was in here. He did this?"

"I can clean it up--"

"That's not the point," he argues.

"Mike--"

"Is an addict. That makes him dangerous. Maybe he's nice sometimes but he wasn't tonight, was he?" Steve growls.

"Addict? No, he..." you frown.

"He is. There's needles all over his place. I saw them when I dragged him inside. They don't sell insulin in rocks." Steve snaps.

"He... oh?" You pout. "I..." You turn and look over the clutter knocked across the floor. The scent of Jasmine grows stronger by the second. Something spilled.

"You see the best in people. That's nice and all but it's not safe," he intones.

"He was always nice to me..."

"Until tonight."

Silently you go forward. You pick up boxes one at a time and restack them. You feel him watching you.

"He's... still sick. Even if that's the case."

"Sick and dangerous. He's hopped up--"

"Yeah, I got it." You stand and follow your nose to the overturned shelf. A bottle of essential oil lays in a puddle between two pots. You pick it up and crinkle your nose.

"This place is a fire hazard. That smell alone is going to give you a migraine--"

"I'll open the window--"

"This isn't sustainable."

"Steve, please," you grab a length of paper towel and try to sop up the oil. He's right, it's strong. It's making the pulse in your temple beat even harder.

"You can't stay here."

"Well... I don't have anywhere else so I'll just lock the door and--"

He scoffs. "You're kidding me?"

"Please, it's not anything you need to worry about."

"Yet, you called me." He says.

"I did. Thank you for coming. I... I shouldn't have bothered you with all this."

"Pack a bag. You're coming with me." He growls.

You look up at him. His shoulders are set, his jaw too. He is a dauntingly big man.

"I'm fine--"

"No, you're not." He sneers.

"I am. I will be. I can take care of myself."

"Can you?" He snaps.

You flinch and shake your head. You wrap up the doused bottle with the paper towel. He sighs.

"Look, I'm worried. I'm not trying to make you feel worse but I can't just leave you here--"

"And I can't go with you." You shrug.

"Alright..." he nears and reaches out to tag the bundle of jasmine-soaked paper towel. "So I'll stay."

"Steve--"

"If you won't come, you can't stop me from staying." He insists.

You frown at him. "Just for tonight."

"Until I know you're safe," he counters. "Wash your hands. Get settled."

You let go of the oily wadding. You back away shyly and turn your back to him. 

"Think I passed the garbage chute," he mutters as he marches away.

You go to the sink on the kitchenette and try to wash off the scent. You know it will be there for days. Usually, there's a medley cloying from you.

The faucet is still running as he returns. He clucks and you twist the handle off. You face him as he examines the cot against the wall.

"I've seen better in a barracks," he muses.

"It works," you say as you near and sit on it defensively. A year ago, it was just the floor and a sleeping bag.

He hums. His hands go to his hips as his face lines in thought. He backs up and turns his back to you. He crosses the apartment, walking the maze between all your equipment and products. He shuts the door and locks it. He faces you and leans against the wood. He slides down until he's on the floor.

"You're... going to sleep there?" You ask.

"No one comes in, no one goes out," he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. "I've slept in worse places."

[storiesforallfandoms]

too far ~ jschlatt

word count: 2231

request?: no

description: in which he takes his dickishness a little too far

pairing: jschlatt x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf, angst, use of y/n, schlatt being a dick, insecurities and self...issues (?),

masterlist (one, two, three)

*i read a fic with this premise like a week or two ago but i cannot for the life of me find it anymore and i needed some mean schlatt angst turned fluff so i am writing my own version. if you are the original author this one goes out to you i will tag you if i can find you*

Everyone who knew Schlatt knew that he was sometimes "mean". It was never serious, it was all just meant to be teasing. For the most part, the worst of it went to Minx who was able to match his energy without it ever affecting her. Everyone else just got a few comments every now and then, but never anything incredibly rude.

Until it suddenly got directed all on you.

You had known Schlatt for some time, having met him through his online friend group while gaming one night. You had become acquainted quickly and you found yourself being excited whenever you knew you'd be playing or recording with him. It seemed like he felt the same way, or at least he was friendly and civil. That was until one recording when you were excitedly talking about something, he suddenly piped up to say, "Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?"

Everyone was laughing, so you figured it was just a joke, but it took you by surprise. You knew Schlatt was blunt, but it seemed completely out of nowhere when no one else seemed to mind your babble. You chuckled along with everyone, but you found yourself falling silent for the rest of the recording. Some of the others would include you in the conversation, but you only gave short answers.

After that, it seemed like Schlatt would be picking on you more and more. He rarely had anything nice to say to or about you. It became harder and harder to want to do recordings or streams when he was acting like that, and your mutual friends were starting to notice his continued bullying. It made everyone feel uncomfortable, even if he kept insisting it was just jokes.

It all came to a head when you were asked to do one of those "dating shows" on YouTube. It was you, Minx, Emma, and Jaiden, and Schlatt, Ted, Tanner, and Connor, with Jack hosting it. You weren't sure what the rules were or how the game was supposed to go down, but you loved watching the hilarity of other online "dating shows", and couldn't wait to be a part of it. You were a little weary of Schlatt's presence, but there were so many people involved that you figured you wouldn't get the brunt of his insults today.

Jack sent you the link for the Zoom call. You were one of the last people to join the call, so you were immediately met with a cacophony of overlapping voices. You chuckled to yourself at the familiar chaos. You adjusted your volume settings and positioned your webcam before turning it on.

A high pitched scream brought the conversations to a halt.

"What the fuck was that?" Jack said with a laugh.

"I think it was Schlatt," Ted said.

"Yeah it was me. Sorry, I just saw a jumpscare," Schlatt responded.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Minx asked.

"I saw (Y/N)'s ugly mug suddenly join the call and it scared me."

Everyone was silent. Your face burned and tears started to form in your eyes. Your body moved before your brain could register, your hand moving your mouse to click the "End Call" button. The moment everyone's faces disappeared, you allowed yourself to cry.

For all the hurtful stuff Schlatt had said, he had never gone after your appearance. It was one of your biggest insecurities because you felt like you didn't measure up to other female streamers. Sure, that was a cliche insecurity, but it was your truth. You marveled at how pretty all your friends were and would often mentally compare yourself to them. It wasn't something you had spoken publicly about, so obviously Schlatt didn't know he would touch a nerve, but it still felt like an extremely low blow. Especially for it to be the first thing you heard when you turned your camera on.

You sent Jack a message to apologize for leaving, but you told him you didn't feel up to doing the show anymore. He responded almost immediately to let you know that it was okay and he didn't blame you for your decision. You were shutting down your set up when your Discord started ringing; a voice call from Ted.

"Aren't you supposed to be recording?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"We're taking a quick break while Jack decides if he wants Schlatt to compete anymore," Ted explained.

"Don't kick him off just because of me," you said.

"We don't really want him to play after what he said. It was incredibly fucked up and uncalled for."

"He's said worse to Minx."

"Yeah, but he and Minx have an understanding. We've all noticed that he makes fun of you, but you don't respond the way Minx does. I don't know what his problem is recently, but you don't deserve those insults. You're an incredibly kind person, unlike us assholes."

You chuckled through your tears. "You're not an asshole, Ted."

"I am sometimes, don't lie."

"Only a little bit." You wiped the fresh tears from your eyes and let out a shaky sigh. "I don't want to record with Schlatt anymore."

"I understand," Ted said. "I'll let everyone know, too."

"Thank you."

When you and Ted hung up, you sat back in your chair and took a deep breath. The sting from Schlatt's words was still strong, but you also felt some relief in having talking to Ted about it and him assuring you that you wouldn't have to record with Schlatt anymore. It still upset you that Schlatt made such a 180 when it seemed like you were both getting along so well, but you weren't going to wast anymore brain space on him.

Your phone buzzed from a Discord notification. You looked down at the screen to see Schlatt was trying to send you a message. Instead of reading it, you went to his Discord profile and blocked him.

~~~~~~

It was easier than you thought to forget about Schlatt and his insults. All your friends did as you asked didn't invite you to recordings if Schlatt was a part of them, or vice versa with him. You went on to block him on all social media, and even muting his channels on YouTube so you wouldn't risk seeing him in your recommended. It was like he never existed, and you didn't even care.

You were in the middle of editing a video when a knock came at your door. You assumed it was the Uber Eats you had ordered, so you saved your progress and got up to answer. Instead of finding a delivery guy, you came face to face with the man you had been avoiding for weeks.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. "Wait, better question, how do you know where I live?"

"I bothered Ted until he told me," Schlatt responded.

You rolled your eyes. "Ted's dead to me."

You went to close the door, but Schlatt's hand shot out to block the door. You scowled at him. "Take the hint, Schlatt. I don't want to see you."

"I know you don't, and I get why, but please let me explain and apologize."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. Honestly, you don't even deserve to take up my time to try and give some shitty explanation for your shitty behavior."

"I know - "

"You really hurt me," you cut him off. "I took the insults in silence because I knew you poked fun at everyone, but they really hurt me. It got to a point where I was dreading having to interact with you every time someone invited to a Discord call and I saw that you were in there too."

"(Y/N) - "

"And then you called me ugly in a call in front of everyone and that hurt the most. I know it shouldn't have given how much else you've said to me, but my looks are one of my biggest insecurities, and I know you probably didn't know that but still, going after how I look was such a low blow. And it hurts so much because I thought we were friends, but suddenly you're insulting me and bullying me at every chance you get, and it almost felt worse than the way you act with Minx so how am I supposed to take it as anything other than you not liking me and - "

Your rambling was finally cut off by Schlatt taking hold of your face and pulling you into him. You were shocked when you felt his lips against yours. Your initial reaction was to pull away and to start yelling at him again, but suddenly your brain switched to tell you lean into it. So you did. You pressed into Schlatt as much as you could; your body against his, your hands on his hoodie, standing on your toes so you could reach him.

Also to your surprise, Schlatt was the one to pull away first. He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his face inches apart from yours.

"That was one way to get me to stop talking," you joked.

He smiled. "Seemed to be the most effective way."

"So, are you about to tell me the reason you were being mean to me is because you liked me? Because if so, that is a very elementary school explanation."

"Unfortunately, that is the reason."

You pulled away from Schlatt and finally gestured for him to come in. You realized you had been standing in the doorway this whole time, and now that you had somewhat calmed down, you figured you'd listen to his explanation. You were much more intrigued now after your kiss, although you were far from completely forgiving him for what had happened.

You led Schlatt to your living room and you both sat down on the couch. You were very much aware of how close you two were sat. His body was inches away from yours. You could be touching him again if you wanted to.

"I was trying to push you away," he said, bringing you back to the topic at hand. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me back, and it felt easier to make you hate me than to risk that rejection."

"No offense, but that's a really stupid idea."

He chuckled. "Yeah, no offense taken because you're right. I should've just talked to you about it like an adult instead of assuming you would've rejected me. I thought the easier route would be to make you hate me, but then that succeeded and I realized how much I missed getting to talk to you. Not to sound too corny or anything, but everything felt empty when you weren't around. I knew I fucked up majorly, and I tried to apologize that night after what happened, but you blocked me on everything and I realized just how far I had actually gone."

You thought back to the call you had with Ted that day when everything had come to a head with Schlatt. "Did you not tell Ted how you felt?"

"Not until I begged him for your address. Listen, I love Ted and all, but the dude has a big fuckin' mouth. He would've let it slip one way or another how I feel about you, and I didn't want that. Actually, no one knew. I kept it to myself completely."

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

He nodded. "I'm more than well aware, yes."

"And you know it's going to take more than just kissing me and apologizing to completely redeem yourself? I understand why you acted the way you did, as stupid as it was, but it still really hurt me. I'm not going to forget everything just because you were being stupid."

"I don't expect you to. All I wanted was to explain myself and hope that you'd give me a second chance. I'm serious, (Y/N), I don't think I can just not have you in my life. If you don't want to date, that's fine. I'm okay with something platonic, as long as I have you."

You smiled and finally dared to reach out and touch him. You took his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. You then dared to lean forward and capture his mouth with yours in a quick, gentle kiss. When you pulled away, Schlatt had a smile on his face. You mirrored it with a smile of your own.

"You'll have to work for forgiveness," you told him. "You can start by taking me out on a date."

"Done," he said. "Right now?"

You giggled. "Maybe tomorrow. I was actually in the middle of editing a video when you came, and I have Uber Eats on the way."

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door.

"That would be it."

"Can I stay and hang out while you edit?" Schlatt asked.

"Of course. But I'm not sharing my food with you."

"Oh, you have no choice. You invited me in and let me stay, therefore you're sharing your food."

"You know what? Go fuck yourself, I take back everything I said."

You exclaimed and giggled as he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him. "Too late! No take backs! You're stuck with me for a very long time, toots."

[fictionbyari]

Taste like heaven

Ethan Landry x reader

Tags/ warnings: virgin!Ethan Landry, smut ,oral [f. receiving] | first time ,praise ,messy ,needy + worshipping Ethan

Master list

It started soft.

Just like Ethan always was with you.

You were cuddled up in his bed, the dorm lights off, only the soft glow of his desk lamp making little halos in the room. Ethan was lying beside you, propped up on one elbow, nervous eyes flitting between your face and your lips like he was debating something silently.

“Can I…” he started, voice barely above a whisper, “can I touch you more? I mean, I want to. If you want. I just…”

You smiled, tilting your face toward him and brushing your nose against his.

“I want you to.”

Ethan swallowed hard, his cheeks already flushed. He was still in that breathless, unsure place with you—where every kiss felt like a miracle and every time you touched him, he looked like he might fall apart.

His hands were shaking just a little when they slid under your shirt, fingertips brushing your skin like he was afraid he’d break you. But the moment you let out a soft sigh and arched into his touch, something in him changed.

He kissed you deeper. Hungrier. More desperate.

“You’re always so soft,” he murmured, breath hot against your neck as he kissed down the slope of your collarbone. “You always smell so good—feel so good—”

He didn’t even realize he was grinding his hips against the mattress until you reached down to still him.

“You’re needy, huh?” you teased, lips brushing his ear.

Ethan whimpered. Honest to god whimpered. “I—I can’t help it.”

You smiled and guided his hand lower, under the waistband of your shorts.

“Then why don’t you do something about it?”

He froze for a second. “Wait, do you—do you mean…”

“Yeah, baby. Want you to taste me.”

Ethan blinked like you’d just handed him a ticket to heaven.

His voice cracked. “I’ve… never done that before. But I want to. I really wanna learn.”

You pushed your shorts down and lay back slowly, completely bare, legs parted just enough to tease.

“Then come here, Ethan. Let me teach you.”

He moved fast—awkward and a little clumsy, like his brain was short-circuiting—but the second he settled between your thighs, he just froze.

Not in fear. In awe.

“…Holy shit.”

His voice was reverent.

You giggled softly, stroking his curls. “It’s okay, baby. Just start slow.”

He leaned in and gave a tentative lick, eyes fluttering shut immediately.

And then—

“Oh my god.”

He groaned it. From his soul.

“You okay?” you asked, a little breathless already.

Ethan looked up at you, lips already shiny, pupils blown wide.

“You taste… you taste so good, I—I can’t even…”

He trailed off, already going back in.

It started slow—curious, worshipful little licks—but it turned into something messy so fast you could barely breathe.

Ethan had both hands gripping your thighs like he was afraid you’d disappear. His tongue worked in sloppy, desperate motions, licking into you like a man starved.

He moaned into your pussy. Repeatedly. Like he was addicted.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, “you’re—this is—God—”

You were panting, moaning softly, hips twitching under his grip, but it only spurred him on.

“Feels good?” he asked, voice wrecked, eyes glassy.

“So good, Ethan,” you gasped. “You’re so good at this—”

That did it.

He whined, grabbing your thighs harder and burying his face even deeper, tongue working frantically now—messy and wet and perfect.

He had no rhythm, no plan, just this frantic need to make you come, to taste everything you had to give him.

“G-god—wanna do this all the time,” he babbled, eyes rolling a little as he pulled your clit into his mouth. “Wanna live here—”

You nearly screamed. “Ethan—fuck—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. Couldn’t.

He was shaking, hips rutting helplessly into the bed below him, tongue working like he needed your pleasure to survive.

When you finally came — loud, shaking, thighs clamping around his head — Ethan moaned into you, like he was the one coming, like just making you fall apart was enough to ruin him.

Even after, he didn’t move.

He stayed there, licking you through your aftershocks, hands stroking your thighs, nose nuzzling gently against your skin.

“You okay down there?” you giggled, breathless.

Ethan pulled back just enough to rest his head against your inner thigh. His lips were red, chin soaked, eyes dazed.

“…I think I’m in love with your pussy.”

You burst out laughing. “Yeah?”

He nodded seriously. “Like, I might actually cry if I can’t do that again.”

“You can do it again, baby,” you purred, stroking his hair. “Anytime you want.”

And the way Ethan looked up at you?

Like you’d just promised him heaven?

Yeah.

You were so screwed.

And so was he.

[consultingskeletondetective]

Take it, it's yours

Captain Price takes your virginity, of course he's a gentleman about it. Price x female!reader.

masterlist 🩷 ao3

tags: loss of virginity, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, praise kink

You’d been drunk when you’d admitted it, cheeks on fire and not nearly as embarrassed as you should have been. When Captain Price asked if you were dating anyone and you told him you were scared to lose your virginity, scared that it would hurt - you wanted to do it with someone that you trusted. He’d chuckled around his cigar, reminded you you were still young - there’s plenty of time, love - and then you’d really blushed.

“Would you take it for me?” You’d asked shyly. Price had frozen, it was nearly funny, fingers on his whiskey stilling as he stared at you. “I mean, if you don’t want to, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, no.” His voice was more gruff than usual, his eyes still on you. “I’ll do it.”

You were sober now, in Price’s bunk. His thick and large body was lying between your legs, covers pulled up to your shoulders, his hairy chest pressing against your tits as he nudged his cock against your entrance.

You bit your lip.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said under his breath, smiling down at you. You relaxed a little, you tried not to shake, when you felt his cockhead pressing in you and your back arched off of the bed, fists in the sheets.

“Relax, little one,” he said, stilling, “hold on to me, yeah?”

It took some coaxing, but your hands found his meaty shoulders, gripping hard as you willed your breathing to slow. “C-Captain…!”

He chuckled again warmly, “I think we’re a bit past that now, love, eh? Call me John.”

You watched him, his eyes watching you, his lips open and panting, breath smelling like cigar smoke and whiskey and gunpowder. His eyes flickered before he was leaning down and kissing you gently. You moaned, his beard tickling your lips, and he took the distraction to feed a little bit more of his cock into your cunt.

You choked. “S-so big, John,” you whined, “you’re so big…”

“Fuck,” he panted, arms trembling on either side of your head, voice a low growl, “you’re so fucking tight, love. Not even, not even half of my cock in there.”

“Really?” You watched him with big eyes, “there’s more?”

His lips twitched up and he stroked your hair from your face, watching you for any signs of discomfort, as he slowly moved his hips back, and then forward. The covers rustled around the movement, and his cock shifted, not deeper, not right now, just in and out, until your slick was soaking the first few inches of his cock. The squelch was quiet, but it was there.

“Not hurting you?” He grunted as he moved.

You shook your head. “No.”

He hummed in approval, eyes losing focus as he disappeared into your tight, wet cunt in that agonisingly slow pace.

“It feel good, love?”

“It - it feels normal.” You admitted shyly.

“‘Kay, I’m gonna go a bit deeper.”

You didn’t say anything, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world as he pressed a few more inches of his cock inside you, making you gasp, and resumed his slow, steady fuck.

You let out a stuttered breath without warning and Price smiled hugely, his laugh lines deep, as he stroked your hair again. “That’s it, love, that’s what we want.”

“John,” you choked out, hands migrating from his shoulders to his hips, toes curling in the small of his back. Your cunt was soaking, sucking him in, pleasure spiralling out from that sweet little spot inside you in a way you’d never felt before. “Feels so good, oh my god, please - please go faster.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm. Not yet, love, just let yourself get used to this first, eh?”

You whined and buried your head in his neck, his constant, steady thrusts pressing up against your swelling sweet spot then leaving again. The pressure ebbed and faded and you felt like you were going mad, until it started to stay when his cock wasn’t even that deep in you, then got more intense when his crown kissed it again. You babbled helplessly, no idea what to do with your legs as you kicked uselessly against Price’s back muscles, feeling them contracting as he fucked you.

“I - I - don’t, what’s…fuck, oh my god, fuck…”

Price’s deep eyes were intense. His chest was sweating against yours, the coarse hair around his pectorals brushing against your sensitive nipples and making you buck.

“You’re going to cum, love,” he said softly, voice deep and wrecked, “don’t panic, just let it happen.”

Your eyebrows tweaked and you tried to watch his face for as long as you could before your eyes rolled back and the pleasure peaked inside your cunt, rushing through your whole body. You shook under him, cunt clenching so hard on his cock that you thought he was going to slip out of you. Price stopped moving, watching you as you came and spasmed all over his cock, leaking white down his length. It seemed to go on forever, even as your heart rate began to calm. Price cursed, and reared back a little, the covers falling around his hips and revealing more of him to you as he pulled his cock out of your heat with his hand. It looked as big as it felt, wet at the tip and down to the thick curve, then dry all the rest of the way to his balls. They were tight, and heavy, and for a mad second you thought you wanted to lick them. You also noticed, with embarrassment, that there was a string of slick connecting the tip of his cock to your pussy hole, and the sheets beneath had a nice, wet patch.

“Why did you pull out?” You asked, eyes slack, wondering if you’d done something wrong.

Price braced his large, veined hand on your knee, breathing heavily. He gave you a gentle smile. “‘Cause you were clenching on my cock so damn hard I thought you were going to milk the cum right outta me.”

You blushed, and pushed yourself up a little. “Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?” You asked. “I came, now you cum too?”

He glanced up at you and there was something mischievous in those deep eyes. It was these looks that reminded you of how much older he was, and how much that turned you on.

“Uh uh, that’s not how this works, darlin’.” He took his hand off of your knee, and instead stroked his own cock, spreading your slick down to his base. “I don’t cum until you’re spent.”

“But I came?” You nearly whispered, watching his hand on his cock almost jealousy.

“Mhmm.” He growled. “And I bet you’ve got a few more in there for me.”

He laid back between your legs, tapping your pussy with his hard cock and you jolted, before he fed it back into your cunt. He was easier to take this time, you were looser, but your walls were so sensitive you gasped and bucked.

“Oh, John, please-”

He fucked you again, a little harder this time, a little faster, and the effect was immediate. You arched your back and moaned loudly, it was a miracle you didn’t wake up the rest of the squad, that pleasure from before came back but stronger, faster, building in you at an alarming rate until you were digging your nails into Price’s chest, feeling his whole body flex as he fucked you. His large hand travelled up your belly, cupping your tits and he groaned. “Fuck, baby, that’s it, choke my fucking cock, do it again.”

You came as if on command, clenching so hard on Price’s cock that he groaned and stilled, letting you spasm and shake and orgasm.

“You feel incredible, love.” He murmured, fucking you with tiny, abortive little thrusts that had you yelping.

“Look at your fucking cunt,” he said in reverence, watching your soaked labia and your entrance twitch around him. “So fucking sexy, baby, and I haven’t even touched your clit yet.”

He pressed two of his fingers around your clit, revealing the shining nub to him, his other hand rubbing over it as he continued those shallow thrusts and your eyes burst open, gripping around his wrist, mouth curving open as he stroked you damn near mercilessly. Your clit twitched under the attention.

“You’re going to cum again,” he told you gruffly, “can feel it. Let go, love, give it to me.”

You tried to answer him, but nothing came out but a moan as you felt yourself soak his cock, your thighs twitching around his thick waist.

“That’s it, fucking good girl,” he growled, still stroking your clit, except now moisture was flying everywhere. You couldn’t cope, collapsing back onto the bed and twitching helplessly.

You’d played with yourself countless times in the past but you’d never made yourself cum as intensely and as much as John Price could, the man was a god, and it must have shown on your face when he turned your chin to him to get your full attention, watching your eyes as he finally, finally sunk the full length of his cock in you, his balls slapping against your ass, and you groaned in sync.

Your feet locked against the small of his back, keeping him deep as he fucked you again, quick little thrusts that pressed him so deep and fast you knew this was what heaven felt like.

“John,” you whimpered, your whole body jerking wildly as you cupped his jaw, “you feel so good, I can’t stop.”

He didn’t look unaffected, his eyes were wild and his lips were parted, grunting with each thrust.

“M’not gonna last, love.” He finally grunted out, hips not slowing, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and under your fingertips. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Need you to cum, John,” you begged, rolling your hips down to meet his cock. His jaw clenched then and his hips stuttered. “Want to feel it in me.”

Despite everything, he gave you a rough chuckle. “Not happening, love. I’m too old to have kids, and you’re too young.”

You pouted until you forgot all about it and you came again, squirting messily around Price’s cock and he cursed loudly, pulling out of you quickly. He stroked his cock, base to tip, just the once before he was grunting and cumming all over your stomach.

You watched his cumming cock jerking and spewing thick white ropes that burned your belly where they landed, and your cunt clenched around nothing, before your head flopped back and you struggled to breathe.

There was nothing between you but heavy breathing for a moment before Price was climbing up next to you, pulling you in tight to his sweaty, hairy chest. You could feel his heart beating like mad against your cheek.

“Now,” he still sounded breathless, “not bad for a first time, eh?”

“No,” you agreed with a shy giggle, looking up at him with big eyes. “Thank you.”

He laughed. It was a warm sound, a lovely sound. “You don’t need to thank me for having sex with you, love, I’m the one that lucked out.”

“Really?” You blushed, stroking along his scarred, muscled arms where they held you.

He hummed in response and you let your eyes close against his chest.

“You can sleep, love,” he murmured against the top of your head, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?” You asked tiredly.

You just felt his fingers stroking along your back.

“Not until you send me away.”

You fell asleep after that, too warm and happy and lax to fight it, but just about remembered thinking - well, that’s not going to happen.

[anki-of-beleriand]

A Heart Made Of Glass ch.14

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision - CarolxF!Reader

Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.

This chapter is the concept of idiots in love.

Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Epilogue

Chapter 14

The thing about love

The world was in complete turmoil.

Norway became the home to non-secret agencies trying to discover what had shaken the foundations of the city while taking its inhabitants into a virtual reality prison. SWORD had taken over the investigation overlooked by Monica Rambeau and the newest director of the reformed SHIELD, Tony Stark.

For some members of the SWORD team, it was Wanda Maximoff the obvious author of such disaster, but for some others the truth might be slightly more complicated. It was easier to blame the one that had been on the run before the Blip and then come back to enslave a group of people in a fantasy world.

Natasha Romanoff knew the situation was far more complicated that what everyone kept on spitting out in the conference room. She left after it was quite evident no one knew what to do, or what was really going on.

The cold breeze from the outside came rushing through the door, she shivered blinking away the blinding white from the snow covering the land. The houses in the distance had been repaired and people was going back their normal lives. The world didn't stop before the hex and it didn't stop now that it was over and two former Avengers, one powered teen and a witch disappeared.

“Still nothing?” Carol Danvers came walking down a makeshift road, she was wearing different clothing but the perpetual frown of inadequacy and concern was still there.

“Nothing useful.” Natasha stepped forward welcoming the crispy texture of the snow under her feet. “They kept on babbling about who to blame, while Tony, Bruce and Strange are trying to find a way to open a portal to the right universe.”

Carol huffed approaching the brunette, “the right universe? That may take centuries! This is something out of our scope,”

“And that's why we have to be patient.” But even as she said this, Natasha glanced with apprehension towards the bunker then back to the direction where Y/N house was located.

Time was passing slowly but surely and still there was not a single workable plan to bring you and the others back. Whatever magic or powers had acted during the attack from Scarlet and Agatha it had left no traces to be followed, it was as if you and the others had disappeared into existence. 

Carol dropped her head, her arms wrapping around herself trying to contain the frustration she had been experimenting for quite some time. Natasha looked at her out of the corner of her eye, the blond-haired woman was standing small with the sight of the mountains and the white of the snow behind her, those dark eyes had never stopped glancing back at your home while her power flickered restlessly around her. Natasha knew your relationship with Carol was complicated, it had been for quite some time. The other woman had reached out to you in the hopes to be with you, Natasha had seen the countless invitations to travel through the universe with Carol as well as seen those stares filled with longing that you usually missed.

The door behind her opened and closed, a couple of soldiers left the protective barrier of the bunker to share a smoke. Natasha cocked her head frowning, her thoughts going back to you and the recent complications in your life.

The return of Wanda had been a surprise, not only for you but for everyone. Natasha sighed lifting her eyes to the sky, when did their life's turn so complicated?

“You're thinking too hard,” Yelena approached her sister, the bags under her eyes the only evidence she hadn't had a good night's sleep since your disappearance.

“I am thinking enough.” Natasha replied, Yelena hummed standing beside her eying Carol before settling her eyes on Natasha.

“Why is it so difficult to have any leads?” Yelena grunted, kicking the snow under her feet.

“Apparently is not easy to find the right universe they went through,” it was Carol the one who answered, her voice dripping sarcasm, “I guess there is nothing we can do but…”

“Wait?” Yelena shook her head, “I'm tired of waiting.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, she opened her mouth ready to answer when the air and earth around her started to shake. She frowned positioning her feet on the ground, flexing her knees and lifting her arms to her chest height. Yelena took the same fighting position while Carol stood straightened up with her eyes focused on the spot where a small whirlpool of sand was moving fast on the ground. Electric waves projected blue and silver lights through the air, while the sound of a vacuum filled the silence of the plain.

The commotion brought everyone to the spot where the two widows and Captain Marvel were standing. Tony put on his metal glove with Strange lifting his hands ready to form a shield. With an explosion a portal in the form of a five-pointed star appeared out of thin air and three people came falling on their faces just before the portal closed.

Just as sudden as the event had come, it went away leaving everyone open-mouthed, shaking with eyes wide opened watching the three women now standing in front of them. 

You smiled sheepishly scratching the back of your head, your eyes going from Tony to Carol then falling on Yelena and Natasha. The tension was quite evident, and the silence that followed the explosion could be broken by the fall of a single needle.

Wanda came right in with America closed behind, the cold of Norway sneaked inside your clothes making you shivered but you did not move. You knew the moment you crossed the portal you would find everyone waiting, you never imagined Carol or even Tony would be there.

Before you could do or say anything Carol came right at you, her frown softening just as her eyes twinkled with emotion. 

“Y/N?” Her name on her lips made you smile, though a sudden grip of pure coldness grasped your heart and a heavy weight settled on your stomach.

“Hey, Marv.” 

Carol didn't even wait for a confirmation or more words, her arms wrapped around you holding you with the desperation Carol had felt in the last couple of days and all the love she had always felt for you.

The tension broke, and soon voices could be heard though you were too lost into the embrace to make out any meaning behind the conversations, or to even notice the saddened figure of Wanda who was standing just behind you with her arms around her and defeat written all over her face.

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A part of you knew what was waiting at the other side.

You were really surprised to see Carol there, but what really caught you off of guard was the hostility with which many were treating Wanda and America. You knew some of the agents from SWORD were quite reluctant to accept any innocent claims coming from Wanda, they had been under the hex and had experimented firsthand the emotions and mental manipulation the witch had imposed upon them.

Their anger could be understood if not justified.

However, as soon as the three of you were free from the hugs and welcomes from everyone else, you were taken into custody to start the normal procedure of investigation. You had been lucky enough to have Natasha and Carol with you, their interrogation always going back to what had happened, where were you and how you came back.

It was a tiresome day, but by the time a new morning came you were happy to discover you were given a nice breakfast and a couple of explanations of what happened after you disappeared. You were tired of talking, too many memories, and too many thoughts invaded your head and it wasn’t until Yelena and Natasha put a violent stop to all the questioning that the agents from SWORD and SHIELD didn’t let go of you.

You rubbed your shoulders glancing at your reflection, the woman staring back at you was looking tired though she was also slightly sad. You sighed putting a strand of hair behind your ear while fixing the shirt you had put on, with a last glance to your reflection you left the bathroom only to stop startle at the woman waiting for you on the bed.

Carol Danvers had not changed too much.

The both of you had not seen one another for over six months. You had been tied to earth, while Carol was still trying to make of the universe a better place to live on. The both of you had clashed more than once, and passion had been the main rule in the relationship you two shared; but words of love and tenderness were scarce and sometimes whispered in the hidden shadows of the night.

Carol sighed lowering her gaze to the floor before lifting her chin to stare at you.

“How are you feeling?” She finally asked though this was not what she wanted to say.

“I’m better, I guess. Tired, and hungry.” You offered a smile approaching the other woman until you were standing right in front of her.

Your hand lifted to brush away her golden hair, Carol closed her eyes leaning into your touch while letting herself feel the closeness of your body. At some point she had been desperate to break into the hex to get to you, to save you from the clutches of an ex-lover you seemed to carry everywhere you went. Now that you were there in front of her, Carol felt you had gone to a place she could not follow.

It was at that moment, Carol realized she had fallen in love with you.

“Quite the adventure you have, eh?” Carol chuckled shaking her head, her hand grabbing yours. “I can’t hardly believe you were in another universe.”

You winced holding yourself from putting your hand away, “yeah, it was kind of crazy.”

“Which part?” Carol asked, and this time around she couldn’t hide the reproach on her voice nor the jealousy she had felt when she found out Wanda had been with you all this time.

“Everything, carol, everything was kind of crazy.” You hardened your tone, stepping back only to be stopped by the other woman.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Carol trailed off, and you let out a shaky sigh.

“Look, it was not easy, okay? First I got into a body that was not even mine, in a world I didn’t even recognize, to a live I never thought would be mine.” You lifted a hand to the back of your neck. “Then I come here to face an interrogation that took most of the day and night only for you guys to find out that yes, this is me. And yes, the multiverse does exist.”

“I was scared.” Carol finally stated. “As soon as I came here, you were gone then they started telling me all these stories about Wanda and the hex, and then how everything was just the same here, and…”

Both of you fell silent for a moment, your heart beating painfully inside your chest. You knew it wasn’t Carol’s fault, and you knew the one who was all defensive was you. You felt guilty because you had allowed your emotions to take over your reason and that might get the woman sitting in front of you hurt.

“I’m glad you’re back, and I’m glad you’re cleared of any wrongdoing, now that Wanda is under custody…”

“Wait, what?” You stopped Carol mid-sentence, Carol was left slightly confused just as she noticed the sudden hardening of your stare. “What do you mean that Wanda is under custody?”

This time around Carol couldn’t hide her annoyance, she stood up crossing her arms.

“It was quite obvious, wasn’t it? She had a history of creating these strange hexes, then she came here with a girl that can travel through the multiverse, whatever she was trying to achive…”

“It wasn’t Wanda’s fault.” You stated forcefully, Carol scowled rolling her eyes.

“Right, now you’re on her side?”

“I’m not…” You took a deep breath, “I’m not on her side, Carol, but didn’t you hear my story?”

“Quite frankly, I only heard the part in which you found out those twins of hers were actually yours and not Vision’s. In another Universe, not this one.”

The moment those words left her mouth, Carol knew she had said the wrong thing. Your whole body went completely rigid, and your eyes flashed a dangerous black twinkle that sent shivers down Carol’s back.

“I am not happy about the whole situation either, Carol. But I am not going to blame someone that had nothing to do with what happened here, or even Westview.” You straightened up walking past Carol to grab your jacket. “Now, I will go to straighten everything up, even if I have to break her out of jail and fight whoever I have to.”

“Don’t leave.” Carol wrapped her arms around your waist, she pressed her forehead against the back of your head. “I’m sorry.”

You were breathing hard, the anger boiling inside your veins while her words resounded inside your head. It wasn’t so much of what Carol had said, but actually the real meaning behind those words. Everything had happened so fast, everything had been so overwhelming that you hadn’t had the time to think, to process everything that had happened. You were trying to stop your spiralling world, but every time you got a chance to stand still something came rushing in to shake you again.

A part of you knew Carol was not to blame, not completely. You were looking for an excuse, for something to make you feel better and not as shitty as you were feeling at the moment because of the confusion you were experimenting. For the love you still held for Wanda, while your affection for Carol was not enough.

You turned around wrapping your arms around her, your lips found hers and soon the both of you were giving in the passion you always felt around one another. Carol held onto you with the need of a thirsty woman, and you held onto her with the desperation to quiet down your thoughts and doubts. The kiss turned into a full make-out session that led to Carol straddling your lap on the bed; your hand sneaked under her winter jumper her skin warm under your fingertips, twitching with every single caress.

“Y/N.” Your name left her lips in a needy whisper, and all it took for you was to hear your voice to know you had to stop.

You leaned back placing a single hand on her shoulder and the other one on her hips stopping the thrusting of her hips. She was slightly dizzy, her cheeks flustered with her pupils dilated, she had a silly smile on her lips nuzzling her nose on your neck. You tried to return the smile but couldn’t instead you brush her cheek with the back of your hand, leaning into place a single kiss on her forehead.

“What are you doing?” She finally realized you had stopped; you were trying to get away from her while being as gently as you could.

You opened your mouth to confess, to actually come clean and tell Carol how what you were doing with her was not fair. But the blond-haired woman put a single finger on your lips, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I just have to go back.” You said placing your hands on her hips, “if what you’re telling me is how things turned out to be I have to intervene, it wouldn’t be fair.”

Carol shifted standing up and moving away from you, she cocked her head shrugging.

“I guess is not, if Wanda did help you out and was not even involve in the whole fiasco it is not fair to pay for everything.” Carol didn’t leave out of her comment the partial fault that the other woman had, at least for what had happened back in Westview.

“Will you come with me?” The question left your lips before you could stop it, Carol shook her head placing her hands inside the pockets of her jeans.

“No, I think I will wait here for you.”

There was nothing else you could say, and if she were to be honest Carol didn’t want to hear any more explanations. The blond-haired woman leaned in pecking you on the lips before nodding towards the door of your room.

“Go on, be a hero.”

You chuckled nodding briefly before putting on your jacket and leaving the room.

Carol stood inside your room for a long time, she leaned back against the dresser while her eyes fell upon the picture of you with Natasha and Yelena resting on the bedside table. Carol had known from the moment she laid eyes on you that a relationship with you would be dangerous, you had always been quite reserved and kept yourself out of any emotional attachment. Carol had been stubborn, curious as to what really was behind your cold façade only to discover a smart and funny woman behind it. She had fallen in love with your smile, your wit, and the way you always seemed to find the bright side of things even though your perception of your own life was quite poor.

Natasha had warned Carol about your broken heart, she had told Carol how difficult it was for you to actually open up to love again. But at that point Carol would take whatever you were willing to offer; she never thought there would be a time in which she would need to give up her relationship with you.

With a last glance to the picture, she turned around and left the room.

Love was a complicated it deal.

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Yelena could sense your anger even before she could see you approaching the bunker.

From the very beginning she had been opposed to the idea of keeping America and Wanda in holding cells like common criminals. What happened in Norway had not been their fault, they had come all the way to the city seeking protection and help, and that was exactly what Y/N, Natasha and Yelena had done. America was a teen just getting the ropes of her powers, while Wanda…well, with Wanda things were complicated it. But at the end of the day, she was not a bad person. She just had really bad luck.

Yelena cleared her throat glancing at Natasha who was on her feet as soon as she sensed your presence. You were coming with silent rage, your whole-body trembling stretching your powers to the shadows inside the room. Two agents came at you, ready to stop you but were unable to move their feet from the ground.

“Took you long enough.” Yelena said looking at her nails, you snorted stepping closer until she saw Wanda on a chair being held with some sort of necklace on her neck.

“Well, no one told me about this, so it was kind of hard to come before Carol let it slip.” Your fists clenched close, Natasha stood by your side pointing to the cameras and then to the two agents questioning Wanda.

“She is going to be charged.”

“With what?” You replied shaking your head, “where the hell is Tony? Why is he allowing this? I thought he has some jurisdiction in these situations…”

“He does.” Natahsa stated softening her stare, “that’s why he is not here.”

You scowled glancing at her then at Yelena, you opened and closed your mouth several times before pointing a finger at them.

“You allowed this to happen?” The rage you were feeling increased, but before you could say anything else Yelena came from behind you.

“Wanda did.” Yelena glanced at you then at the woman being held inside the room, the questions and the gestures of her jailers becoming increasingly demanding and aggressive.

“What?” This time around you were confused, Natasha softened her features knowing that you had been confused ever since Wanda came back into your life.

“You have to understand that whatever happened to you three, Wanda feels responsible for most of it. She took her responsibility since she was not allowed to do so before.”

Natasha could see how your processed her words, she grabbed your hand in hers squeezing lightly.

“But it wasn’t her fault, Agatha…”

“Agatha disappeared, remember?” Yelena continued, this time around you understood there was nothing else you could say, you could suddenly read there was more at play than just Wanda turning herself over.

Natasha and Yelena were not in the room by chance, you looked out of the corner of your eye the guards still struggling against the invisible ropes holding them on place. When you turned over to the room, your blood boiled in anger knowing that as always there was a hidden agenda trying to get a hold of powered individuals. This time around they had set their eyes on Wanda, who wouldn’t want to change the world around them? To get a hold of an individual that could take your through the multiverse, the power to shape the world to your licking.

“I hope Tony has pretty good lawyers.” You stated before moving past Natasha, your hand lifted pointing at the door of the interrogation room and pushing hard until the door crushed the wall at the other side of the room.

“Agent Schultz, I hope I am not interrupting anything important.”

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Wanda wondered not for the first time how much hatred and revenge people could harbour in their hearts.

When she first broke the hex from Westview, she could see the fear in the eyes of the citizens as well as in the eyes of those agents she had captured at some point. She remembered the demands for her arrest, the harsh wording in which they were demanding for her to be imprisoned or at least held tightly unable to use her powers.

It had hurt, it was Lagos all over again.

The accusations never left, and the mistrust in some of the people’s eyes had always been there. It never went away, and Wanda had always been looked at with fear, resentment, and pity; she had tried her best, even with Steve by her side, it was impossible to get past such negative sentiments and thus she had decided to just keep to herself.

“What do you have to say, Maximoff.” The agent pointed to the file with his index finger, the agent to his side playing with a black gadget. “This would be, what? Your third time trying to break into the natural order of things and use your powers to…what exactly?”

The collar tightly wrapped around her neck sent jolts of electricity through her neck, shoulders and arms. It wasn’t the first time she was subject to such a gadget, and the memory was still burned deep inside her mind while the pain felt extremely familiar. Wanda held onto her emotions with as much dignity as she could muster, she could feel her power build up inside her ready to explode and let the men in the room why messing up with a witch like her was a mistake.

She was not about to show them she was the monster everyone believed her to be.

So even through the pain, and the questions that repeated themselves Wanda held herself proud and calm, hoping that Tony and Strange would keep their word and get her out of there without any physical fight.

“I think agent Cho asked you a question, Maximoff.” The black-haired man holding the switch of the collar asked leaning forward. “We need answers, what else can you give us?”

“Nothing else, agent Schultz, I already told your superiors everything they need to know.” Wanda clenched her jaw, her lips trembling lightly when another shot of electricity went through her neck and limbs.

“You are answering to us right now, Maximoff.”

“You were telling us about a different universe, tell us exactly what—” Agent Schultz stopped talking when the hinges from the door gave with a crashing sound and then the door exploded around them.

Wanda never entertained the idea of you coming in her aid.

In her mind, she had always thought you were happy with her gone, after all, that had been the deal when this whole ordeal started. She sat straightened up on the chair, her eyes to the door where you stood up with blackened eyes and silent anger all over your features.

“Agent Schultz, I hope I am not interrupting anything important.”

“Y/N! This is not going to be…” The man trailed of making gagging sounds at the black hand wrapping around his throat.

“I thought everything had been cleared out when I was taken into custody and given my testimony, I don’t understand why Wanda and America are being held under such deplorable conditions.” You pushed the agent back stepping closer to Cho who was trying to get the black switch while looking for his gun.

“I don’t think so, pal.” Yelena stepped on the wrist of the man smiling down on him. “I was waiting all day to do this.”

“Why didn’t you?” You replied crushing the device while approaching Wanda, your eyes locked with hers.

“And taking away from you the chance to save the damsel in distress? No way.” Yelena chuckled cuffing Agent Cho.

You snorted grabbing the collar while locking eyes with Wanda, the young witch didn’t say anything but her cheeks coloured red and her lips curled slightly. You winked t her, unable to help yourself before opening the device making a gesture of disgust.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice was but a whisper, Wanda shifted on the chair letting go of the breath she had been holding ever since she had been incarcerated.

“What could I have said to them?” She replied watching as Natasha and Yelena started barking orders around the bunker.

“Perhaps, that you are one of the good guys?” You could see the flicker of doubt in those green eyes, Wanda lowered her gaze lifting her brows.

“Am I?” She dropped her shoulders, her lips trembling as she continued, “I made a lot of mistakes, Y/N, I’m just trying to pay for them.”

You pursed your lips, this was not the first time you heard such words coming from Wanda and while at first you thought it was the minimum she could do after all the pain she caused you; right now all you could think was to take away the pain and loneliness that seemed to be written into those green irises.

“You have paid for them, Wanda, you don’t need to punish yourself anymore.” Without thinking too much about your own actions, the back of your hand brushed tenderly on Wanda’s cheek just before your fingertips traced the marks left by the collar.

“I still think there is a lot I have to pay for, perhaps…once I have paid off my debt you…” Wanda trailed off unable to continue, you opened your mouth to ask Wanda what she meant, what she wanted to say but before you could do it another set of footsteps came rushing in and soon the both of you were engulfed by the arms of a teenager.

“Y/N! Wanda! You guys are okay!”

Wanda hugged America back, her eyes locking with yours for a moment. Your heart skipped a beat, your hand finding hers in a single touch that lasted long enough to leave you yearning for more; Wanda from her part got hope ignited inside her heart, and once more, wish she was brave enough to do what Scarlet asked of her. To fight for you, to not let go.

To let herself be loved by you.

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America had never lived so much in so little time.

For a moment, when she could finally stop to take a breath, she felt as if years had passed and she had been thrown into a rollercoaster that took her from open danger to the next one without giving her the chance to assimilate everything that had happened.

That was until she had reached your universe.

Yours and Wanda’s.

America took a sip from the hot chocolate she had been offered, the room was filled with some agents and civilians, all of whom were just grateful that everything was over and life was going back to normal. Or as normal as it could be in a world filled with powered people and aliens running around the universe; America pursed her lips, knowing full well that after Y/N had come to pull her and Wanda out of the interrogation cells something of great importance happened for soon SWORD and SHIELD left.

No questions asked, no more attempts to capture and incarcerate Wanda or herself.

America let her eyes wandered around the room until she noticed Wanda on the far corner of the room. The young woman was alone, with her eyes gleaming with deep emotion she was trying to conceal behind the locks of hair and the glass she took to her mouth every five seconds. With a frown, America followed the stare from Wanda only to see you at the other side of the room.

Unlike the woman she had been back in the other universe, or whenever she had to fight, this Wanda was looking defeated. It was not hard to know why, you were laughing allowing an intimate caress and hold from Carol Danvers who was whispering something into your ear while Natasha rolled her eyes.

You looked happy, completely taken by the blond while Wanda remained in the shadows.

“They are complicated.” Yelena stood by America’s side, her accent dripping through every word.

America pursed her lips shaking her head, “I don’t understand why it is so complicated.”

Wanda’s attention was soon claimed by Tony, the man sat beside her talking slowly with gestures of his hands ensuring the young woman was really paying attention to him. At that moment, your attention drifted to her, your eyes softening slightly while your body turned completely ready to make your way towards her. A hand on yours stopped any movement, and while it looked as if your attention was claimed once more, you couldn’t help but look back to where Wanda was conversing with Tony.

“It is not so easy to forget and forgive,” Yelena shrugged following with her eyes the same scene America had been watching all afternoon. “They had been badly hurt, I don’t know much about Wanda, but Y/N was really hurt by the cheating. She felt as if no one could love her anymore.”

America winced for the very first time understanding where your anger came from, sometimes people ignored what others were experiencing and they forget that the pain and trauma was personal and not just something that could be turned on or off at will.

“But they are still in love with one another, isn’t it obvious to them?” America let out a heavy sigh, “it should be easier, after all this time…”

Yelena snorted this time around she turned to face America.

“You really think love is enough?” This time around Yelena’s eyes softened slightly, it was quite strange to find someone so innocent yet so hardened by the circumstances she had lived.

“It should be, right?” America hesitated chewing on her lower lip, “I mean, if love is not enough then, why are we doing what we do? Save people, save the world.”

It should be that easy, Yelena agreed. Yet she understood why it was so complicated, the former Widow could see your hesitation, the tension in your body for staying beside Carol while the longing in your eyes revealed your real intentions. You wanted to go to Wanda, just as Wanda wanted to go to you ever since you had rescued her from the interrogation room.

Love should be enough.

And now, all they had to proof this theory was time.

But time was not enough, and sooner or later, you and Wanda would need to decide what you really want and what you were ready to give and sacrifice.

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“I heard you were saved by Y/N.” Tony sat beside Wanda following the stare of the young woman until his eyes found the form of Y/N. “She came in, broke the door and scare shitless those Agents before putting you out of harm’s way.”

Wanda blushed trying to hide away her expression, she couldn’t help but turn her attention back at you. It had been a moment she had treasured in her mind, the soft caress of your fingers while your words reached the deepest of her soul. She never imagined anyone would come to her rescue, much less the very same woman she had hurt so much in the past, yet here you were ready to break havoc as long as Wanda was fine.

“S-she did what any of you would have done.” Wanda glanced at Tony who merely snorted shaking his head.

“We left you with them, didn’t we?” Tony leaned back letting his eyes wandered to the window, his voice just above a whisper meant for Wanda only. “Everything has been straightened up, you have been cleared of any charges and if you want to, you can come back with me to the State or stay here…whatever you prefer.”

Wanda huffed shaking her head, “I am clear? Just like that?”

Tony shrugged, Wanda narrowed her eyes at the man pressing her lips together.

“What did you do?”

“What I should have done a long time ago, Wanda.” Tony leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “You have suffered enough, I think after everything you went through in the past, and what happened recently with Westview and America, I think you deserve a rest.”

When Tony saw the hesitation in Wanda he placed a hand on top of hers, squeezing tenderly onto her hand.

“It is time for you to be happy, Wanda. There is nothing else to it, but a chance that this universe is giving you to be happy.” Tony offered a smile, his eyebrows wiggling playfully while his eyes were pointing to you. “I’m not saying is gonna be easy, and it probably won’t end where you want it to end, but it is worth a try.”

“She is already happy, and she is with someone else. I just…I’m happy for her, I don’t think I will be bothering her anymore.” Wanda whispered with her heart breaking inside her chest.

The woman tried to be strong, while also feeling a weight she didn’t know she had been carrying lifted when Tony finished his speech.

“I want to thank you for what you did, even though you did leave me on that interrogation room.”

“It was for a good cause, believe me.” Tony clasped his hands in front of him, furrowing his brows with his eyes following your every move.

Even if Wanda refused to see it, it was quite evident for everyone all you wanted to do was to go to where Wanda was sitting. Your eyes had barely left the young woman before her attention was claimed by Carol, though the Captain was not being successful in her mission. It seemed as if you had eyes only for Wanda.

“I think you should speak with her, Wanda. This time around without missions, or the past getting in the way.” Tony finally spoke, making sure Wanda could no pretend she wasn’t listening. “You two lived quite the adventure in this other universe, and believe when I tell you, whenever you get a chance to see the life you could have, the love you could share, the children you could have…well, your life changes completely. Talk to her.”

Wanda couldn’t help but glance at Tony with a new hint of respect behind her green eyes. She had known the playboy, as well as the businessman and the Avenger; she had seen many faces of Tony Stark but this parental one was the one she loved the most. Wanda wished she could be as optimistic as he was, that she could see what everyone was seeing; but she couldn’t and her heart was not ready to take in another wave of heartbreak.

“I will do it but, I need a favour.” Wanda said with her mind already deciding on her course of action.

“Whatever you want, little witch.”

Wanda smiled sadly at the nickname, she turned to you and with a last, longing stare she turned to Tony with a request that left the man highly surprised and confused; behind such a request, Tony could make himself an idea on how the conversation between Wanda and yourself would end up in.

He couldn’t help but feel sad.

Tony had always thought you and Wanda were meant to be together, that the love you hold for one another could work miracles.

Now, all he had was a hopeless hope that you would let go of the past, and that Wanda would not let go of the present.

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Wanda woke up with a gasp.

She was breathing hard, cold sweat rolling down her face and back. Her breathing laboured, burning her lungs trying to regulate itself while the images invading her mind stumbled one after the other. 

There was not a single noise around her, the room was filled with darkness, to her left she could see the flash of a reflection in the window leading to the backyard. The white dots of snow falling, breaking the otherwise blackened night; even though she could tell it was a cold night, her room felt warm. Unbearable warmth.

She lifted a hand to her face, touching with her fingertips the tears wetting her cheeks. Wanda wrapped her arms around her legs, putting them towards her chest, placing her forehead on her knees. The dream had been so vivid, she could see every single scene playing inside her head, her last chance slipping away through her fingers and she was still unable to do anything at all.

Her dreams had been plagued with the memories of Westview and the Blip, she had seen as you slipped away only to come back filled with hatred turning your back on her while walking away with Carol by your side. Her dream had shifted at that moment, and she was back in The Raft tied to a wall with a collar that held her in place while sending electric shocks that made her feel a blinding pain. You were there, laughing with Tommy and Billy glaring at her while asking you to leave Wanda behind.

Wanda held back a sob trying to put the memories of the nightmare away from her head. She tried to get a hold of herself, taking deep breaths while putting together a set of memories that soothe her soul. Tommy and Billy were the first ones that came to mind, her children had been real; they had existed in the way Wanda had imagine them at first, with you by her side rasing them as your own. Wanda couldn’t help but smile when these memories came with a set of pictures she had seen back in the other universe, the both of you had really gone through a lot of hardships, but always together.

Wanda broke into a half-smile remembering the sweet smell of your perfume, the aroma that was unique yours when she woke up in the hospital. The conversation Wanda held with you, while the shared company and closeness gave Wanda hope that things would be different; Wanda lifted her face trying to hold onto the tears while she finally remembered how you came into the interrogation room and pulled her out of the shackles that had been trying to hold her while she was being interrogated.

Wanda remembered that moment, her heart had fluttered with hope when you stood up for her. She had almost melted away when you grabbed her hand leading her to the closest room before offering a half-smile. Wanda had dared to hope until Carol Danvers came right in and you were swept away almost right away.

With a heavy heart, and tired limbs Wanda stood from the bed. Her throat was dry, hurting just enough for her to look for some water hoping she would be protected by the dark of the night and the tiredness everyone in the house was feeling early into the evening.

The house was just as silent as her room, and the darkness was only broken by the strange appearance of a silver moon that came along with snow. Her naked feet made a tapping sound, leading her way into the kitchen, the cold of the night finally reaching out her heated skin making her shiver. She furrowed her brows wrapping her arms tightly around her body until she finally reached the kitchen.

Wanda stopped dead on her tracks when her eyes found those of yours sitting at the table. Her heart skipped a beat, while her lower abdomen filled with butterflies, but with all of this it also came the shadow of her reality. Her eyes dropped to a spot on the floor, her mind and soul pulsating trying to get her to say or do something. The part of her she had shut was stirring restlessly inside her.

She didn't expect to find anyone in the kitchen much less you wearing nothing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Hey, couldn't sleep?” You placed your arms on the table, steam coming out of the mug you had in front of you.

Wanda was not looking so well, you noticed. Ever since you got back she had been all quiet, standing as an outsider while facing interrogation and examinations before joining the celebrations.  You couldn't help but notice how far away she looked, yet how close she wanted to be. She was looking just as confused and lonely as she had been the first day she got to your place, your heart shrank painfully thinking about her. 

 “I was thirsty, that's all.” She stated pointing with her finger at the counter, “I'll have some water and then…”

She wiggled her fingers trying to look everywhere but at you, her feet taking her hurriedly to the counter only to crash against one of the chairs. You were on her in a second, your arms holding her softly, smiling amusedly at her. Wanda looked mortified, her cheeks burning red and her hands trembling, unable to stay still while touching your arms.

“Sorry, I didn't see where I was going, I just…” you furrowed your brows, letting Wanda push you away while making her way to the counter.

“That's okay.” You went back to your previous position, frowning at the mug.

The silence that followed was broken only by the running water and the sound of glass being moved away. You grabbed your mug, taking a long sip from your tea, not moving a single muscle as you heard Wanda pouring the water and taking long sips from the glass. 

Wanda dropped her eyes to the sink, she didn't expect to find you in the kitchen but now that you were there she wanted to scream. She wanted to wrap her arms around you, she wanted to hold onto the memories she had of you two being young and in love, as well as to hold onto the life that could be hers if she hadn't messed up.

But she held herself, her knuckles going white for how hard she was holding onto the edge of the sink. She was too late, always too late.

No! You told me you will fight back, that you won't give up on her!

Scarlet's voice resounded inside Wanda’s mind but the young witch shook her head. She wanted you to be happy, and Wanda was not sure she was the person to make you happy. You had moved on whereas Wanda had tried to hold onto hope.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump startled. She turned around to see you standing there with your empty cup and concern flashing in your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just…” Wanda sighed offering a shaky smile, “I guess I'm still shaking after the interrogation. I never got to thank you for backing me up.”

You offered a tiny smile, shrugging as if it had been nothing when you knew it had been everything for you.

“It wasn't fair how they were treating you, Wands. You did nothing wrong and people should stop acting as if you did.” Your replied was directed to what had happened recently, though you could see the weight of the memories inside Wanda's eyes.

“Some things were my fault.” Her voice dropped, her heart was beating fast at your closeness, the hand you still had on her shoulder.

“Some things we cannot change, nor can we control. Stop beating yourself up for that.” You wanted to add something else, but just as Wanda, you were confused.

Everything that had happened was overwhelming, it forced you to face a past you couldn't forget, it put you and your feelings for Wanda on the spot. It made you question why you were never able to forge a real relationship with anybody, and why watching what could have been in another world hurt the deepest part of your soul and heart.

You were still in love with Wanda.

But things were complicated.

“I guess you're right.” Wanda offered a crooked smile, she stepped away from your touch looking away from you. “I still have nightmares.”

Her admission broke your stance, you lifted a hand to her face brushing away some locks of hair while looking directly into her green eyes.

“That's the reason why you are shaking right now?” You asked in a whisper, your hand warm against Wanda's cold skin. “That's why you woke up?”

Wanda closed her eyes, weak under your touch and tenderness. She tried to answer, but you stepped closer and all her thoughts and reasoning left her weak on the knees. You softened your features, leaning in until your warm breath brushed against the skin of her neck and ears.

“I'm sorry you still have nightmares about it.”

“It's not your fault.” Wanda finally answered, her voice shaking. She lifted her left hand wrapping it around your hand. “Y/N…”

It was the tone of voice that broke the spell, you frowned stepping back a little. Wanda seemed relieved, though also disappointed, her green eyes begging you to not play with her. 

“Have you ever thought about what would happen…” Wanda started but you cut her off with a gesture.

“All the time, when I'm alone and I cannot quiet down my thoughts.”

“Are we happy in your thoughts?” Wanda knew she was not being fair with her questioning, but she needed it to know.

She needed hope 

“We are.”

Wanda leaned back trying to smile but coming off like a grimace.

“That's good.”

“Have you ever thought…” You started but Wanda was even faster than you on her answer.

“Yes, every single day.”

You tilted your head furrowing your brows with squinted eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“There hasn't been a day I haven't thought about you, about what could be.” This time around it was her the one that stepped back, she couldn't take her eyes off of you. “I hoped at some point I could win you back and perhaps everything would be back to normal.”

“Things cannot go back to how they were, Wands.” You tried to soften the harshness of your voice with the nickname but it didn't work.

Wanda winced looking down at her feet, she grabbed the counter with her hands her back to the wall and a single rute of scape available to her. 

“I know.” Wanda whispered, her lips curling into a bitter smile. “That was the moment I thought of Westview, I just…”

In the last couple of days, you had learnt so much about her and yourself that a part of you understood why Wanda had done what she did. Now it was easy to understand why Vision and not you had shown into the picture, why Wanda needed to be weakened mentally and physically before Agatha could do as much damage as she was allowed to before taken over. 

For the first time, in a very long time, you took your time looking at Wanda. Your eyes went from her naked feet, wiggling fingers trying to get warm to her legs covered by a single pyjama pants and a sweater, her face was pale with bags under her eyes that had always shone with sadness in them. Her hair was long, a little unkept, as if she had woken up, a copper-like colour that had always suited her complexion. Wanda was beautiful, and our heart twisted pleasantly at the sight your hands twitching at your side wanting nothing more than to hug the woman in front of you.

“Things cannot go back to what they were, but they can be different, Wands.” This time around you said quietly, Wanda lifted her eyes but she could not read into your expression. 

“What do you mean?” She whispered hating the bubble of hope that grew in her heart.

“I mean that we…I mean, we can be friends.” You backed away not daring to say anything else, not daring to expose yourself once more.

The bubble of hope exploded in a spiral of cold nails that went through Wanda's heart. Friends. That was all they could be, right? Things coils be different this time around, a moment in which you were only a friend destined to just not be close enough.

“That…that sounds good.” Wanda tried to smile, her lips trembling under the weight of her emotions.

You offered a tentative smile, “you can…I mean, now that everything is ready, America was thinking on staying over, so if you want…”

“I'll leave tomorrow.” Wanda rushed the words one after the other, her right hand fixing her hair while the left one picked on invisible threads on her sweater. “I…I talk with Tony, and everything is ready, I just…”

You stood expressionless, frozen on the spot while processing Wanda's words. The woman was babbling, never looking at you while bouncing on her feet 

“I promise you I will be out of your way as soon as this is over and, I think it is time, I just thought you should know.” Wanda winced, stepping forward, walking past you without taking notice of the pain written all over your face.

“Friends would be good, I guess…we could try it.” Wanda turned around only to see you with your back to her. “Good night, Y/N, sleep well.”

Wanda left and the coldness of the night followed her all the way to her room. She never got a chance to see the broken stare in your eyes, or the same coldness taking refuge in your heart leaving you open to what you really wanted but didn't dare to have.

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You didn’t say goodbye.

You were not ready to do so, thus you decided to just hide away and pretend Wanda hadn’t come into your life the moment winter began. It was easier than just face the fact that Wanda would leave you behind.

It wasn’t as if she owed you something, that had been the deal. You helped her and America and then, they needed to leave. You had been so full of grief and rage at that moment, you never imagine your emotions would change and that you would be faced with the situation you had been in.

Everything happened too fast for you to just think about it. And, when the moment came for you to do something, you just cowered away.

It was easier.

Running away was always easier.

By the time Wanda had arrived at your home, Winter had started. The days had been short, and the nights long and cold where the northern lights had been visible for most of the inhabitants in the North. 

You had been so busy with what was happening, that you had forgotten the magic hidden behind the green and golden lights that ignited the sky. Sometimes it changes into a pink colour, twirling above your home with a flicker of lightning just before fading away. 

You had chosen Norway due to its weather, and the quietness of the land. Not many tourists came to the fishing town, and the house you had bought was at the edge of a barely known road. It had been perfect for you to hide, and to run away; now it was looking like a prison, a place you could not escape from when everyone else seemed to walk away.

The wind was particularly strong that morning, it came with frozen bites on your uncovered skin. You turned around watching the mountains stretching through the horizon, the dark waters reflecting the darkened sky.  You had come to the lighthouse to think, and to forget.

But you were failing quite miserably.

The first time you walked away from Wanda, you had done so without even saying goodbye. This time around, you had run away before she could say goodbye to you.

You wished there was something you could do, something you could say to Wanda that would change the situation. But you weren't sure what exactly you could say, you and her had ended the relationship a long time ago, and right now whatever you two had was just a shaky friendship.

“Fuck!” Your scream could be heard through the sound of the blowing wind. 

“Why are you so frustrated?” Yelena was leaning against the wall, she was wearing a white, winter jacket with her brows knitted together.

You grabbed the railing shaking your head, your lips broke into a bitter smile. Of course, Yelena would be there watching your breakdown, Natasha had been like a mother to you offering her arms and shoulders for you to rest and let go of your pain. But Yelena had been the sister that made you face reality of what you were feeling, what you wanted and what you really needed.

“I don't know.” You turned around resting your weight on the railing, your eyes finding those of Yelena. “I've been thinking about everything that has happened, and I just…I don't know.”

Yelena nodded in understanding; she stepped closer to you crossing her arms. She was covering the fact she was freezing at the moment, her body shivering under the heavy weight of the jacket she was wearing. 

“You don't know or you just don't want to know.” Yelena glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, she wrapped her arms around herself pursuing her lips. “I think in the last couple of weeks you have to finally face a situation you had been evading for far too long.”

“I don’t know what I should do, ‘Lena.” You whispered frowning deeply, “everything had been clear a couple of months ago, I was happy until…”

“Until you received the videos?” Yelena set her eyes on the horizon, before tilting her head to turn her attention to you. “They were sent by someone inside SWORD, Agatha had more than one ally in the organization.”

“How do you know?”

“Natasha asked me to investigate while you were away, it wasn’t that difficult to find some of the records.” Yelena shifted the weight of her feet her hand sneaking inside her pocket. “I don’t think you travelling through the multiverse was part of her plan, though capturing you and getting Wanda, America and yourself in the same place was.”

“She wanted our powers, same old story.” You shook your head, “do they ever get original?”

“Don’t think so.” Yelena chuckled bumping against you, her face softening while she put from her pocket a single envelope.

“What is that?” You eyed the object with curiosity, Yelena pursed her lips before stretching her hand and presenting you with it.

“Before she left, she wanted to give you this.” Yelena frowned observing as your expression changed, you went from being slightly relaxed to a tormented soul in a second. “Whatever happened in the other universe, whatever happened in Westview, whatever happened when the both of you were young…I think, Y/N, you need to face the past and decide what to do with yourself and with her.”

You grabbed the envelope, taking care of the letter inside it.

“She left.”

“She did.”

“Yelena, I …” You couldn’t finish your sentence but Yelena was not expecting you to, she smirked shaking her head while rolling her eyes at you.

“The thing about love, Y/N, is that you can’t predict it, you can’t control it, and certainly, you can’t choose who you fall in love with.” Yelena said simply. “Now, it is up to you what will happen next, I think by now we all know what Wanda really wants, and who she really loves.”

“I thought you hate her.” You never took your eyes away from the letter, Yelena snorted shaking her head.

“No, I just didn’t like her that much, you were a mess when I met you.” Yelena stated turning her attention to the house. “She is not so bad, after all.”

You snorted shaking your head, with some reluctance you put the letter away wrapping your arms around Yelena, the young woman smiled allowing the comfort of your embrace while you two made your way back into the lighthouse.

The letter heavy on your pocket, your mind wanting nothing more than to know what Wanda had left behind. It wouldn’t be until latter that day that you would have a chance to read it and, by then, Wanda was too far away trying to hold back her tears while convincing herself she had made the right decision.

Wanda left thinking she would never see you again, and you read the letter knowing you needed to see Wanda again.

At the end of the day, it was about love, and what we did to get a little of it in our lives. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Next Chapter: You read the letter, Natasha reads the letter, Carol finds the letter, and Yelena and America are kinda desperated with you pinning for Wanda and not doing anything about it. Wanda is finally getting some peace, learning about herslef and her powers when, all of a sudden, she receives a surprised visit.

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🔮 Time After Time 🔮

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

summary: One night on the Witch's Road, the group shares stories about their "battle scars". You're not keen on your turn.

wc: ~ 2.7 k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, mentions self harm & suicide, sfw

A/N: okay so this was actually one of the first fics I wanted to write ever for Lilia x Reader but just never got around to it until a sleepless night yesterday. Even had two requests about Lilia getting a vision of reader attempting and another for sh so this is kinda both. It doesn't go into great detail, but it is explicitly mentioned once or twice, so beware.

TRIGGER WARNING: If you're not in the headspace to consume this kind of content or feel unsafe, please leave this fic and reach out to someone. Reader discretion advised.

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At first glance, night on the Witch's Road seemed no different from an earthly one, but now that you sat with the group around a small, crackling fire, the eerie silence crept into everyone's bones. There was no wind, no insects crawling in the dirt, nothing live dwelling in this place. It was a rotting piece of void that digested every breathing thing within it bite by bite. Nobody said it, but you all felt it; the Road would chew you up if no one stayed up to hold wake.

The group had diverted their fear in idle banter, laughing the night away and sharing stories about the scars marking their bodies. Lilia, seated next to you on the rock you were sharing, pulled her clothes aside to reveal the marks of a vampire bite. "Right before I knocked out his other tooth," she added in that cheeky manner of hers and made you smile.

You could imagine her kicking vampire asses. She may be old, but she was a force to be reckoned with; that much you'd learnt during the short time you'd spent together on the Road. She was the one you stuck with, whose eyes you sought out when danger arose, well, and who you shared a rock with.

There, again!

Lilia did this thing. Checked out mid-sentence or babbled gibberish all of a sudden. Dementia, you'd heard Jen whisper, but she didn't strike you as senile at all. It was more like something ripped the soul out of her body, a displacement. And then she came back, disoriented and rattled.

"Lilia, where do you go?" Jen asked, and Lilia tensed. You gave her hand a subtle squeeze.

Luckily, Agatha's return drew the attention away from Lilia's slip-up and allowed her a moment to collect herself. You didn't notice at first how you hadn't let go of her hand yet and did so with an awkward, apologetic smile. Upon Jen's prompt, Agatha recounted the time a knitting needle had pierced her elbow.

"I've got a scar," Rio took over then, but Agatha was even quicker to say, "No, you don't."

You'd gathered during the last trial that the two somehow knew each other, but the interaction was still odd. Rio told her story anyway, which seemed to upset Agatha, and she left. When Rio followed her, Lilia gripped her wrist and gave her a warning. "Don't think for a second I've forgotten what you said in the sound booth."

Rio hissed at Lilia. You didn't like that she did. It wasn't the first time this happened, and sometimes you wanted to hiss back, but something told you not to mess with her. Before silence could overtake the round, Jen presented a scar around her ankle from a shackle to you and went on to lecture about what potions she used to minimise it and with what tincture she hoped to make it disappear entirely.

"It might work as a wrinkle cream too," she said to Lilia. "I'll let you know when I've perfected the recipe."

"How thoughtful," Lilia muttered under her breath and tossed a twig into the fire. You could've sworn you heard her add the word 'bitch'.

"What about you?" Alice asked, and it took a second before you realised she was talking to you.

"Yeah, show us your trophies," Jen agreed, gesturing in your direction.

You pulled your sleeves almost to your fingertips and turned away, shuddering under all their eyes on you. Jen crossed her arms and made a noise of disapproval. "Hey, this is a group activity. We have to rely on each other to survive out here. Do your part."

Lilia snapped around. "Watch your tongue."

"She's not wrong, though," Alice said, offering a warm smile instead. She'd only just shared one of her most vulnerable experiences with you; it would be unfair to withhold, but it was too risky. You shook your head and curled your fingers around your sleeves.

"Honey, you don't have to. Don't listen to them."

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[satrs]

blue lock boys you think would be exes who do everything to try to get you back? to add on they’re your baby daddy so they have a reason to see you and speak to you.

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ hiiii nonnie! thx for the request! I got some boys in mind, and the first one that I could picture was Shidou LMAOOO

also, I didn't specify the child's gender, so you can fill it in for yourself^^

Still Your Best

FEATURING; ITOSHI RIN. BACHIRA MEGURU. SHIDOU RYUSEI. RAICHI JINGO. MIKAGE REO. NESS ALEXIS.

TAGS; suggestive content. MDNI!. mention of sex. mention of kids. angst. hurt to comfort. some crazy/toxic guys. nicknames(baby, princess).

WORDCOUNT;

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

ITOSHI RIN.

He would never directly admit that he wants you back but find excuses, your child for example.

It was true that he visited your place to see his child more, spend time with them, and be as good of a father as he could be. But, he wouldn't miss taking this as an opportunity to get near you. Even if that meant doing it the harsh way.

"Rin? You already had your time with-" "I'm their father, Y/N. You can't stop me from interacting with them." "Rin, look. I'm tired of you just showing up at my doorstep unannounced and-" You sighed, too tired and not in the mood to fight with him or alarm the neighbors to feed them any gossip, so you step aside, motioning him to enter your home.

He stood in the living room awkwardly, scanning the apartment for his little one - no where in sight. " already in bed." You cleared up his confusion, throwing yourself on the couch with an exhausted sigh, "That desperate to see them? Go wake them up. But you'll take care of them then."

He didn't respond, causing you to look up at him in suspicion as he sat beside you on the couch, an unreadable expression on his face as he breathed out, searching for the right words. "If it's about that same topic, then drop it." He sighed at your reaction, a pleading look on his face. "Just hear me out for a second." You stay silent, waiting for him to continue, averting your gaze to anywhere but him. "I've been telling you this for some time now and I think it's time for you to consider it."

You eyed him before averting your gaze around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. You know what he meant. He was laying in your ears with that stuff since both of you separated. "We should try it again. For the little one." Yes, for them. But also for you. He can't deal with this 'still friends for the child' - bullshit. He wants you back in his arms with his child- be the happy family you once were.

"For the child," you reminded, repeating his words as you looked at him, a promising look on your face. His heartfelt smile startled you for a second, reminded of your happy years with him floading your mind and maybe another try wouldn't hurt.

"Yes, for the child. And for us."

BACHIRA MEGURU.

"Why don't you go play for a bit, hm? Me and Mommy have to talk." You turned at the man at that, unsure of what he meant, a raised eyebrow accompanying your confusion.

Once your child disappeared into their room, you eyed him in suspicion, waiting for him to clear the fog. "So, you got a boyfriend now, hm?" Your heart sank in realization, you child must have likely babbled it away to him. "And what about it?"

He chuckled at that, shaking his head in a scolding manner. "Y/N, a new man in our child’s life would be confusing. I think it's really selfish of you to-" "No, I don't think so. But you know what I think? I think you're just jealous that I moved on." You intervined, ready to walk off until his words rang your ear. "Yes, I am. You can't just 'move on'. That's not how it works, baby."

You flashed him a look of disbelief. "Yes, I can, as you can see." You walked off the scene, only to hear footsteps right behind you. "You sure as hell didn't. He's just a playdate to you. He could never replace me, and you know that damn well."

You stood still, tint of guilt filling your stomach because he was right - you've never and will never find anyone that could replace the hole Bachira left in your heart, your lips formed into a thin line as you turned around to get a good look at him.

A smile crept its way up to his lips at that, his feet moving on their own as he stood before you, taking your head in his hands. "But I'm here, you know. We can try again."

You looked up at him, eyes sparking with hope. "Are you serious?"

"I'm always serious about you, baby." He caressed your cheek with adoration, his eyes showing nothing but love for you.

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

"Where's (child's name)?" You questioned, impatiently tapping your feet to the ground, arms crossed in front of Shidou's doorstep. He returned a smug grin at that, leaning against the doorframe, shamelessly looking you up and down. "Went out clubbing baby? You look gorgeous, as always."

You roll your eyes at his statement, waiting for him to answer you - to no avail. Finally, your patience snapped, face adored by an irritated expression. "Can I come in?" You motioned at the door in a sarcastic manner.

"But of course, princess." He stepped aside, grin only growing bigger as he animated you to come in, quick to steal a quick peak at your behind. “So, did you had fun?” He tried to stirr up a conversation to keep you with him for a bit longer.

You ignored him, walking around the house in search of your child. “Where-“

“Asleep.” He answered quickly, smirk on his face never wavering. “You knew that I’d come to pick them up.”

He chuckled at that, nonchalantly walking into the kitchen to get you your favorite drink (he remembered every detail of you, even so small) “C’mon, make yourself at home.”

You scoffed at his sarcastic voice. ‘Make yourself at home’. What a bummer. This was your home some time ago.

“What do you want?” You asked as he sat beside you, waving the drink he offered off. “Why don’t you relax a bit? It’s not like we’re strangers.” He shrugged your decline off, drowning his own drink down. “Also,” his face twisted at the aftermath of his quick gulp down, “it’s to late for you to drive home with my child at this hour anyways, can’t allow that.”

You understood what he was getting at, taking the drink in hand as you prepared yourself for the night. He took note of that, triumphant grin on his face as he poured himself more of it, bumping his glass against yours. Tonight will be the night you’ll get back to him, he was sure of it.

“Now that’s the spirit, baby. Cheers. To us.”

RAICHI JINGO.

He is desperate for you but has no better idea of winning you back than seducing you into bed with him, covering his intentions up with 'I'm the only one who makes you feel good or 'Just some stress relieve, nothing else'. But little did he know that those actions would bite him in the ass one day.

"Stop this? But why?", he sat up straight from his side of the bed, eyeing you as you put on your clothes. "Don't you feel good? Because I know that I do. It's just like back then."

You sighed at that, throwing on your shirt as you looked at him. "That's the problem. You don't see this as just some pastime, do you?" He didn't say anything, lips forming a thin line. "That's what I thought."

He sprung to his feet and jumped into his boxers and shirt swiftly once you made your way out of the door. "Wait, can we at least talk about it?" You waved him off, stepping into your shoes at the doorstep, ready to throw on your jacket and leave. "I gotta pick our child up now. Got no time for chit-chat-"

He snatched your keys from your hand, ignoring your bickering as he stepped into his shoes himself, opening the door to head over to your car. "Raichi you're in fucking boxers! Are you out of your damn mind?"

Your curses fell on deaf ears as he sat in the driver's seat, waiting for you to enter the car. "Now we can talk and pick them up. Two birds with one stone."

You mumbled curses under your breath but seated yourself either way because, if you were being honest, you were kind of curious about what he had to say.

"What the hell do you want to talk about?" You spat, earning a chuckle from the man as he drove off on the street. "I want us again, Y/N," he said after stopping at a red light. "Raichi, but you got me. Not how you wish to be but still-" You silenced yourself once his hand comfortably rested on your thigh, innocent gaze on the road ahead.

You sighed, lingering in the comfortable silence. You knew how he was never really good with words, even back when the both of you were still together. So you let the silence speak for itself, dwelling in his touch.

Maybe you should hear him out for real this time, he got out in boxers for you after all, that's a story to tell.

MIKAGE REO.

He tried anything in his power - beg, shower you and your child with gifts- expensive ones at that- trips, and anything else you could think about. And even tho you waved him off every single time, he didn't lose hope and kept on trying. You were his treasure after all.

"Look, baby! I got you some toys." Your child reached out their hands for their father, a beaming smile on their face. "Enough, Reo." Your voice interrupted the joyful moment, bringing him back to reality.

"What's all this for?" You motioned around the room, various expensive gifts for you and the little child. "Do you think I'll just jump back into your arms if you buy me stuff?" His silence was answer enough for you as you let out a scoff, turning to gather all of his gifts into a bag, and shoving it into his hand right after. "Go fuck yourself and your gifts."

He ignored your venomous words, dropping the bag to the ground as his hand swiftly grabed you by the back of your neck, smashing his lips against yours with passion.

You were taken aback, gasping into his mouth as you returned the gesture momentarily before tearing yourself away from his grasp, ready to let the curses fall.

"Mommy and Daddy are back together!" Your childe cheered on, clapping their hands together with joy. Your head snapped into your offspring's direction, about to clear the confusion, but Reo beat you to it.

"Yup!," He threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer with a bright smile on his face. "Daddy will stay the night today, what do you say?" He threw the question into the room, eyeing you.

You desperatly wanted to decline, but the way your child's eyes sparkled in pure excitement and joy caused you to give into the offer, agreeing in defeat.

The little childe jumped up in joy while Reo began to pepper your face with kisses. Your expression was bitter but deep down, you enjoyed his touch and affection.

Just for tonight, you said to yourself, then it'll be back to how we were yesterday.

Yesterday? Oh no, it'll be back to how you used to be.

NESS ALEXIS.

He couldn't take it anymore. You and your child- the only people he adored and loved so much away from him. It's been months since you put an end to your relationship and he is suffering from the consequences.

"Y/N, please." You ignored him, taking your small child from his arms, flashing your little bundle of sunshine a bright smile. "C'mon let's go home, yeah? Mommy already-"

"Y/N." He took your unoccupied arm in his hold, a sigh of relief filling him once you finally turn your attention towards him. "You can beg as much as you want, Ness. When will you finally understand that there is no us anymore?"

"Never.", he replied, "We belong with each other, don't you get it?" A crazed look on his face as he followed you behind to your car. You seated your child in the child seat before giving your offspring a toy to get their focus away from what was happening.

"You're crazy." "Crazy over you." You sighed, turning around with crossed arms. "Can you give it a rest?" "Not until I have you back in my arms." You let out a laugh in disbelief, hopping in the driver's seat and about to slam the door, only for him to stop you from doing so.

"Just this once," He whispered, for only you to hear, "Just hear me out this once. Let me come over and talk about this- about us. I miss you." Your expression softened, an exhausted sigh leaving your lips as you rubbed your temple. "Alright. But don't get your hopes up. I'm alone at ten tomorrow. You can come over then."

A triumphant smile played across his lips as he bid his goodbye to the both of you and you swore you saw him do an attempt of an air jump as he happily stepped back into the house.

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Henrycapolypse

Prompt: Time Travel: Break-it Worse | Word Count: 2449 | Rating: M | POV: Jeff, Henry, Spider (OC) | Relationships: None | CW: Torture, Major Character Death(s) | Tags: Protective to the point of psychotic uncle Wayne, Bitching El, Twilight-zone-esque weirdness

This is an entry for @corrodedcoffinfest's May Mayhem Bingo.

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One of the few upsides of living in a town that's literally in pieces is that no one really gives a shit what goes on in the school hallways. When Higgins saw them sneak Wayne into the building, he just shrugged and went about his day. He probably thought Wayne was just here to pick up some of Eddie's shit. Less for him to throw out. He barely spared a glance at Dustin, who was crying so hard Steve was basically carrying him.

Steve is still carrying Dustin, who's too tired and hiccupy to walk on his own. Robin is clutching the box of Eddie's memorabilia they're going to use in the funeral. Wayne is walking ahead. He looks kind of dazed, like if he might float away and disappear. Lucas is straggling a little behind the pack, eyes firmly on the ground.

And yes. Jeff is still mad at the kid for temporarily shacking up with those basketball douchebags. But he's been assured multiple times that it was all an act. And everyone could use a little grace right now. So he slows down a little to walk besides Lucas.

"'m sorry," Lucas mutters, when Jeff gets right next to him.

"Yeah, that sucked," Jeff mutters, "but Erica said it was a necessary act so."

"I should have stepped in at the garage," Lucas says. He sounds far away, like he's playing and replaying that horrible day.

"And we shouldn't have said anything," Jeff says.

Lucas shrugs miserably and doesn't look up from the floor. Erica sneaks a glance at them before resolutely looking forward, lest anyone figure out that she cares about her brother actually, quite deeply.

"Look," Jeff lightly punches Lucas in the arm, "I believe Eddie didn't do it right? And if I'm going to believe, against all physical evidence, that Eddie didn't kill those four kids and rip the fabric of reality through some demonic ritual, I'm going to believe that you had some sort of a plan that got fucked sideways. And I'm going to believe that you're already sorrier than you have any reason to be." He grabs the younger boy by the shoulder and wheels him around. "So I'm good. We're good. Are we clear?"

Then Lucas cries.

Jeff wraps the kid in his arms and shoos the rest of the group along.

Erica darts ahead like she's just...

Well, she darts ahead like she's just seen something awful, like her older brother break down in tears right in front of her. Fortunately, the school's become quite used to seeing kids randomly collapse into a sobbing fit in the middle of the hallway about something or other. At least fifty people fell down the chasms that suddenly opened up all around town. More are missing. In a town this small, that means everyone lost someone.

"I'm alright now," Lucas finally says when he manages to get enough air to talk. "Thanks."

"Anytime," Jeff says. He gives the kid a final hug. He's too skinny. Feels like he might break. Like the rest of this town. "Man, we've got to pack some muscles on you kid," Jeff babbles as he leads them towards the drama room, "get ready to start hauling amps."

Lucas squeaks out something in protest but cracks a small smile. Maybe they can start healing.

No. They cannot start healing.

"So let me get this straight," Jeff inhales deep then exhales out. Calm. He's got to stay calm. "Eddie didn't do those murders, obviously. But we do know who did the murder. And we know who created the murderer. And none of you can say anything because of some stupid NDAs?!"

"Yeah, it was all--" Steve starts.

"Well I'm gonna guess that the NDAs meant jack fucking shit if you told all of us anyway," Doug points out, "we can go to the press! Clear Eddie's name!"

"Look, this isn't a joke. But the government's already killed people--" Steve starts.

"So what? We let everyone continue thinking that Eddie did this?!" Gareth yells.

"Enough!" Wayne yells so loud his voice echoes. So loud that it feels like the picture of Eddie they put up for the funeral might fall over. Jeff has never heard Wayne raise his voice.

"No one's gonna buy that there's a supernatural serial killer created by the gov'mt," Wayne points out, "and the ones that do will be too nutty to be of any help."

Like always, Wayne's got a point. Gareth kicks a chair in frustration.

"But I'm not doing nothing," Wayne continues, "this guy that created the monster is still 'live and kicking?"

The quiet girl, the one with the buzzcut, nods.

"And he's been doing more of this research?" Wayne asks her.

"Yes," she says.

"And where is he?" Wayne asks.

His tone is gentle. But he has this wild look in his eyes that remind Jeff of the one time he saw Al Munson.

"Wayne, what are you...planning?" Doug asks hesitantly.

"The less you kids know, the better," Wayne says simply, "Supergirl? Where is that man?"

"You can't kill him," the girl says simply.

"I never said--"

"I know. You can't kill him. Too much protection," the girl says.

Wayne purses his lips. "I can pull in some favors."

"So can I," the girl says, "You can't kill him alone. I know some people. They're bitchin'."

Jeff did not expect to hear that word from a girl who looks like an American Girl doll with its hair buzzed off.

"So we're doing it then," Gareth declares, chin up, "we're going to kill him."

The girl looks around the room a little doubtfully, as if she's trying to assess how much help they might be. Jeff puffs up and does his best to look big. Doug 'subtly' shows off that he can push the big-ass oak table they have. Gareth clears his throat and twirls his drumstick, throws it in the air, fumbles it.

The girl doesn't look convinced. But she shrugs and says yes anyway.

El's 'bitchin' friend, Kali, casually wipes the blood flowing from her nose. The two guards, hopefully the last guards before they can get to this Brenner, look right through them, lost in the world that Kali created. Gareth carefully leads another kid who's apparently disabling all the security systems. He can't do that with his eyes open, so Gareth is guiding him.

Huh, so drugs really do give people superpowers. Shame his mom probably hasn't even heard of LSD.

The guards continue to look at nothing. Kali nods at Jeff, who takes his crowbar and drives it into their skulls. There's a quiet crack, and the two slump to the ground.

The first kill was impossible. Doug threw up. Gareth's hand shook so hard El had to finish the job for him. Wayne just chopped through them like it was nothing, but that wild look is back in his eyes and he's walking with a stoop as if he's getting weighed down by all the lives he just took.

But after the second kill, it just started to feel like another errand. Walk. Bash a head in. Walk some more. Bash another head in. Rinse. Repeat. He knows, deep down, that he'll never recover from this. He'll see the face of those men in his dreams until his dying day. But this is for Eddie, for Hawkins, for all the little kids who got trapped in that lab then mowed down like vermin.

Still, he wonders if the guards had family.

El smashes the door behind the guard open. A prim guy in a too-neat suit and too-neat hair turns around. His eyes widen momentarily. Narrows.

"Eleven," he sneers, "eight, six. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

El, who had been nothing but resolute, crumples at this. Panics so hard that she accidentally warps the space around her, blocking all exit in the room. Wayne steps forward to hold her. He murmurs something and she buries herself into him. Brenner chooses that moment to try to run. But then he stops.

"He always underestimated me," Kali says simply. She circles Brenner then kicks him hard in the knees. The man crumples. She stomps down this time and Jeff hears a crack. "Didn't think visions were much use if I couldn't also blast people's heads open."

"Remind me to never underestimate you again," Jeff says. She smiles.

"Get him in that chair," she says. Jeff and Doug work together to drag him onto the chair. They have no ropes, but it's not like he's going to be able to go anywhere with his busted kneecaps. That was the deal. Kali gets them to Brenner. Then they'll let her take it slow. She stalks forward with a smile. Brenner wakes up with a start, sputtering.

"Hi papa," she croons. Then she grabs one of his nails with a plier and digs in. Brenner screams and screams as she goes meticulously goes through all ten fingers. Jeff covers his ears and reminds himself that he has to do this. They have to do this. This man is dangerous and as long as he lives, there will be more Vecna. More Hawkins. More Eddies. They have to do this.

Kali is jamming her pliers into Brenner's mouth when he finally says something that's not 'please' or 'stop'.

"I can make everything right!" He screams.

Kali pauses at that. She stands back. "What do you mean?" she asks.

"I discovered more implications of the wormhole we developed to open channels to the other dimension," Brenner babbles, "in laymen's term, a time machine. I can pull One out of the past and you can kill him here. That'll correct our timeline. Make it so none of this ever happened. You'll get your town back. You'll get your family back. You'll get everything back."

"That's stupid," Doug scoffs, "even if I believe you, which I don't, it'll create a time paradox."

"No, no," Brenner pleads, "it's not exactly time travel. It's multidimensional warping. The math all holds up. If we can just try--"

"I've never had something good happen from a good old 'the math all holds up'," Wayne growls.

"What have you got to lose?" Brenner asks, "if I'm wrong, finish killing me. But if I'm right..."

They all look at each other, then at the broken husk that's Brenner. It's stupid. Impossible. It doesn't even make sense. If they bring Vecna here from the past to kill him, and none of the terrible things ever happened, why would they have brought Vecna back here to kill him? But, he does have a point. What have they got to lose? Eddie is gone. The town is gone. Jeff's hands are irrevocably soaked in blood.

"It better be fast," Gareth finally snarls, "but sure, fuck it, we'll try your stupid time machine."

"It'll be fast," Brenner says desperately. "Press the button in that big machine in the center. It's already calibrated with One's DNA. I just need Eleven to channel her power to create the wormhole."

"You built a machine you can't run without El?" Wayne asks mildly.

"I trusted that she would ultimately see the grander vision," Brenner says, sounding very calm now despite his missing finger nails and busted kneecaps, "I had a rendezvous arranged."

Wayne takes one look at El's stricken face. "I see."

"But now that she's here anyway, we can--"

They never hear what Brenner would have said. Wayne strides forward and bashes his head in with the butt of his gun. Brenner slumps forward then topples off the chair.

"El, do you think you can make this thing work without him?" Wayne asks in that same terrifyingly mild tone. El nods and steps forward.

"And with the power of AI, we've managed to buttress our fraud detection by fifty percent, cutting costs by two hundred million dollars, or approximately ten percent of Q3 profits," Henry says grinning. The board nods, deeply impressed. "We're planning to spend a little of that to beef up our lobbying efforts. We've had some state regulators asking about the claims denials. Nothing to worry about, but we could use some friends."

"How much would the lobbying cost?" One of the board members ask.

"Cheap," Henry answers, "a lunch with a senator only costs five thousand dollars. And you'll see in slide ten that our lobbying efforts have had a twenty percent--"

The room swims.

Henry staggers back, suddenly overcome with nausea. Shit. Is he having a heart attack? He falls back, and braces himself for the impact. But he... Keeps. Falling. Falling. Falling...

Into a pile of himself. There's a five year old Henry squalling as he gets crushed under the piles and piles of his likeness. A mottled, burned, hideous version of him roars in panic as he struggles to stand. He's getting pushed up towards the ceiling. He can hear machinery popping, hissing, can hear different versions of himself materialize into the already cramped room. He can smell the rot of dead bodies beneath the writhing pile. Henry tries to turn and run, but his legs are trapped between a giant, hunk of marble and some evil looking alligator. The gator steps on him as it tries to slither away, but it doesn't get very far, not with the amount of shifting, wailing, panicking bodies roiling under it.

The last thing Henry sees is the ceiling coming towards him.

Then darkness.

The web shakes.

The spider rises from its slumber, confused. Its web is not supposed to shake. It is supposed to grow. Infinite branches stretching out farther even than the spider can see. Heedless of time and space and reason for none of that has a place here, a place that existed before any of those things poked their heads out from the ether.

Yet the web shakes.

The spider watches as a single, imperceptibly tiny thing gets torn out of every single branch of its sprawling web and hurtles towards one strand.

And these are tiny things. As small as the life of one being. But collected together, from every single strand, it gets heavy. Big enough to notice. The strand in question starts to bow, weighed down by the combined weight of the googleplex of dust (less than dust really). The spider skitters to the strand in question, which is already warping enough to take the whole section down with it.

The spider loves all the individual strands of its beautiful web, but it's not going to let a single line take the entire thing down. The spider snips the strand out with its fang and lets it sink, down, down, down into the ether.

[one-boring-person]

Hey hey! For smut prompt list 2, how about number 8 for Lisgoe? Reader "owes" Lisgoe money, and instead of paying him, they have sex instead?

I use the " 's for "owes" because reader and Lisgoe are boyfriend & girlfriend, and Lisgoe loves a little roleplay where reader pretends she doesn't have his money and they have sex instead as payment? 😉

Very nice idea, thank you for requesting 🤭 i hope you enjoy this! 😁💛

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Warnings: smut, nsfw, rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing

Tag list: @pleione-sketch , @justanothercomedynerd ☺️💛

Like this? Feel free to shoot me a request!☺️

'You gonna get me my fucking money next time?' Joseph snarls down at me, somehow only a little breathless.

I barely register what he's said, my brain having long since turned to mush with every punishing thrust of his cock into me. My eyes are rolled back into my head, toes curling as I drown in the unforgiving pleasure Joseph is fucking into me, my body alight and blazing with searing ecstasy. With each harsh movement, he pushes me further up the desk, my legs having fallen from his narrow hips some moments ago. The only thing keeping me in place is his hand at my throat, fingers pressing threateningly at my pulse. His other hand has disappeared between my thighs, middle and ring fingers toying deftly with my sensitive clit.

'Well?' He growls as I just mewl pathetically in his hold.

I whimper and try to meet his gaze, clutching at his arm to anchor myself. It's all too much, my body reacting on its own as I arch up into him, trying to grind against him. He makes a low noise and forces me back down, stilling his hips in a way that has me thoroughly pinned beneath him, completely trapped on his back. Spread out and exposed like this, I can't help but feel like an insect being needled into place, at the entomologist's mercy. His razor-like eyes bore into me, his jaw tightening.

'If you don't answer me, I'll use your mouth instead and you won't get to cum,' He promises darkly, torturously dragging his finger over my clit.

He puts more pressure behind it and I swear my entire body short-circuits, lightning bolts of pleasure lancing through me. A desperate cry tears from my lips.

'Yes! Yes, I'll get the money, sir! Please...please, fuck me! I need it so badly!' I babble, trying to clench around him in an attempt to entice him into continuing.

A triumphant, wolfish smirk spreads over his face.

'Good girl.' Is all he says, before withdrawing from me almost entirely.

I don't have time to protest, my brain blanking instantly as he slams back into me, pounding my cunt almost cruelly. The sheer force punches any air in my lungs out of me, my body responding instantly as he maintains the pace. It doesn't take me long at all to reach the boiling point, Joseph's continued assault on my clit and cunt easily bringing me closer and closer. Still, I strain and hold back, knowing he won't be happy if I climax without his permission.

As if he can read my mind, Joseph grins above me and leans down, putting pressure on the hand at my throat.

'You gonna cum for me? Think you deserve it?' He sneers, raking his eyes over me, 'Think you've done enough to repay me this time?'

I nod as best I can, staring up at him with wide, wet eyes.

'Please! Please, I need it so badly...need to cum...please...' I ramble on, voice ragged with want.

'Hm,' He pretends to think for a moment, then licks his lips and nods, 'Yeah, you've done well. Go on, then. Cum all over my cock like the good little slut I know you are.'

His words do it for me, my cunt tightening around him until I'm sure his cock will be bruised. White-hot and scalding, pleasure bursts through me, wildfire blazing through my entire being until I'm nothing but a hollow, fucked-out shell. My orgasm sends him over the edge and he spills into me, painting my insides with hot ropes of cum as he curses and swears above me. The man collapses onto me, panting and grunting, nosing at the skin of my neck as his arms move to either side of me.

After a while, he slips out and wraps his arms around me, pulling me back until I'm sat on his lap on his chair. Idly, he strokes my hair, tilting my head to look at him. My bleary gaze meets his warmer blue stare, warmth filling me at the sight of his fond smile.

'You alright, sweetheart?' He murmurs, softly, 'Wasn't too much of a prick?'

I snort, pressing my face into his shoulder.

'It was perfect,' I smirk and flick his chest, 'You better not actually do that with your clients, though.'

He laughs heartily, pressing an oddly tender kiss to my forehead.

'Never. Only my favourite girl.'

'Favourite implies I'm not-' I start, being cut off by his sigh of mock frustration.

'You know what I mean, doll.'

[ratedfleur]

told you not to.

zhang hao x reader genre ୭ explicit

↳ tags: mean dom!hao, cockwarming, mating press, breeding, mentioned sub-drop, foul language (filo / eng)

request? yes! thank you to 🎻 anon! 😉

it had been a few minutes of cockwarming hao who lied on top of you, nibbling and sucking on your neck. the minute he came in you, he busied himself with your neck.

“ganda?” hao muttered, mouthing kisses against your neck. you hummed, focusing on the way his kisses melted against your skin.

“alam mo, you shouldn’t have been a whore or a brat. ‘di mo kasi kayang panindigan yang pinagagawa mo.” hao suddenly muttered in tagalog, shocking you with his words and by his sudden movements of thrusting into you.

agad agad namang mabilis ang mga bayo ni hao, striking exactly at your spot which he could reach. his hands pushed your thighs up against your chest, making you cry out.

“hal, wait lang— no no no!” you cried out, feeling hao put you into a mating press — this way, he delved in deeper and harder against your warm walls and against your soft gummy spot.

tanging puro iyak nalang ang naririnig sa kwarto, hao’s moans and skin slapping against each other accompanying your cries.

“see? ‘di mo kayang panindigan yang pinagagawa mo. you’re just a whore after all. slut.” hao grunted, pushing your thighs down as he plowed into you.

you’re immediately crying, helpless under hao’s hands. hao laughs from above you, hips’ movement getting faster and faster.

“ano? putang puta ka na din? poor you, ganda.” hao mocked you with a laugh, feeling no remorse even if you were crying underneath him.

your chest heaved, panting like you ran a marathon. your shrieks and moans were getting louder and louder,

“god, ganda.. you’re so tiny, paano mo ko pinag-kasya diyan?” hao moaned at the sight of his dick peeking from your stomach, bulging through repeatedly as he thrusted.

“f-fuck… fuck me— my hole, please pogi please!” you babbled, words jumbled up as hao’s pace became erratic.

“but i already am, ganda.” hao panted. head lolling down to look at him disappear inside of you. his length quickly went in and out, head poking your stomach from the inside.

you cried out even louder, hand reaching up to mask up your cries and moans. hao doesn’t let this happen for long, he rips your hand away from your mouth.

“let them hear ya, ganda. parinig mo sakanila kung gaano ka ka-puta para sa’kin.” said hao, watching as tears streamed down your cheeks. he groans when your walls clench around him, squeezing his length.

“s-sarap, hal— more please please, f-fuck! sarap titi mo!” you moaned repeatedly, going dumb.

napapa-iling nalang si hao, finding it funny how it only took one rough fuck to get you stupid. tuloy tuloy lang ang bayo niya, labas pasok sa loob mo.

hao watched you writhe in pleasure underneath him, pussy spasming around his dick. lumalakas lalo ang mga ungol mo, hips trying to chase his thrusts.

“kantot na kantot ka ah? ano ba dapat pang gawin sa’yo? lagi kang kakantutin mula umaga hanggang gabi? fucking slut.” he grunted, hearing you let out incoherent sounds and mumbles.

napapa-liyad ka na sa ilalim niya, head throwing back as you thrashed around. hao plowed into you harder, then faster.

“m gonna cum!” you cried, scratching hao’s back while he thrusted. skin slapping against each other filled the room, accompanied by cries and moans.

“come for me, whore.” hao moaned as his thrusts started to slow down, coming deep inside you, filling your walls with his seed.

agad ka namang naiyak lalo nang maramdaman na maiinit ang iyong pakiramdam sa ibaba, feeling hao’s cum deep inside of you. he kept on thrusting, letting both yours and his orgasms die down as you both caught your breaths.

“i told you not to be naughty, ganda.” hao panted, forehead stuck to your shoulder as he was trying to catch his breath.

“behave, ‘kay?” he mutters, knowing you’re deep in your subspace. hao slowly pulls out, whispering a few words to you before running a bath, preparing you an hour long of aftercare before heading off to dreamland.

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To The Limit - Five

F1 Racer Johnny Storm x OFC Maya Levinson

Summary: He's been away from the sport for 2 years. He has 24 races to prove he belongs here. There are two things that could derail this: his family and her.

She's the one thing he is willing to push to the limit for.

This a sequel to my original story, "Following Team Orders" If you want to get caught up in my Formula One world, you can find it HERE

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Future Warnings: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs,) alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.

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Previous Chapter: Three

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Two Years Ago 

Johnny 

I closed the door to my suite and ran a hand through my hair.  Ferrari was “kind” enough to allow me to stay here and booked me a flight home since the news of my firing was being withheld until after the holidays.  Nick said something about the sponsor or whatever.  Frankly, I tuned him out after he told me I wasn’t being re-signed.  

But now I face Molly.  We had one night together a couple of months ago and she’s now pacing back and forth.  I took her in as I waited for her to speak. She was a beauty. Chestnut hair that fell to the middle of her back, dark blue eyes and a body that could make any man fall to his knees.  I was willing to spend several nights with her, but she disappeared the morning after.  I asked Liv what happened, and she had no idea.  

“Johnny, I’m really sorry for ghosting you like that.” Molly is ringing her hands over and over.  “I just... I’ve never done that before and...” 

I take her hands in mine.  “Hey, hey, hey, breathe Molly. Take a deep breath.” She inhales. “Slowly let it out.” She follows my directions, but I can still feel her trembling in my hands. “What’s going on?” 

A single tear falls down her cheek.  

“Johnny, I’m pregnant.”  

Present 

When you are a cocky bastard like I was, you don’t make a lot of friends. I had Charles but that was about it. At least, until Olivia.  

Olivia Williams, now Rogers, was a force of nature.  She is the sixth woman to compete in Formula One and the only female champion.  When she came here, every red-blooded man thought the same thing: I want to bang her.  And trust me, I took my shot, but she very nicely put me down.  The day we became friends was one of her worst days.  I didn’t take advantage, though lord knows I would have but she was my fellow driver, my co-worker, my sister at arms.  She needed me to be her brother in that moment and I was.  

We talked more after that.  Hung out and got to know each other. I knew about her assumed unrequited love with her racing partner, Steve. I knew about how she had thrown herself into dating his best friend, Bucky. She was lost but I tried to be her anchor in the storm.  She was under a lot of pressure and Rogers did not make that easier.  

I was happy for them, truly, when they both got their heads out of their asses and finally got together. And I was able to make friends with Steve and Bucky. Besides Charles, I am closest to Liv and that’s how I find myself at their house in London a week before Australia. I sipped my coffee as my son bounced on Steve’s knee and he “baby talked” with him, blowing raspberries on his little round belly.  

Ever seen a six-foot, two-time champion talk baby talk with a 15-month-old? It so disgustingly cute. 

“Practicing?” I comment to him as Mattie giggles from the raspberries on his belly. Mattie babbles a little, almost ready to talk.  

“Absolutely.” Steve is beaming and that’s rare for a man I know to be serious 90% of the time.  He’s only ever chill when it comes to Olivia except when he’s in protective mode.  

Liv comes in with a plate of cookies and a bottle for Mattie. “Can I feed him?” she asks. I nod and she takes my son into her arms.  “Here we go, Mattie, some milky to help you sleepy,” she coos. The little shit always bats his lashes at a pretty girl, especially Liv.  

“I would say something about having your boy backing off my woman but he’s just too damn cute,” Steve says as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Thank god he takes after his mother.”  

“Flick off Roger,” I reply, grabbing a cookie.  

“Flick? Really?” 

"I’m trying not to swear in front of my kid. He’s so close to talking and the last thing I need is his first word to be a swear. Molly would have my ass.” I stop as I realize what I said. I swallow and try not to let the mood go down.  

Steve changes his temperament quickly. “Hey, sorry, guess it something I should learn now with my own baby coming.”  

“Yeah,” I chucked flatly. “Babies change everything.  Most of the time for good.”  I run a finger of my son’s cheek as he sucks on his bottle. I hate that he’s getting big.  soon he’ll be talking and walking away from me. He’s so close to walking.  

We sit quietly for a few minutes as Mattie drifts off.  I take him from Liv and put him in the portable crib Liv and Steve keep for me in their house.  “Have a good nap, Slugger.” I head back out to the garden and sit.  

“Not that I don’t love when you visit, Torch, but I’m surprised you're here. I thought you would be at the factory or something.” 

“I needed some advice, and I knew if I didn’t bring Mattie, you’d castrate me.”  

Liv smiles and shrugs. “I love my godson, sue me.”  

I snort. “Yeah, well, I do have kind of a big problem.” I take a sip of my own coffee. “You know how Ari agreed to keep Mattie away from the spotlight and helping me and Susie with privacy?” They nod and I continue. “Our PR rep found out.”  

“Maya?” I nod. “Oof, I know she didn’t take that well.”  

“She doesn’t know.” I look at the ground. 

“That he’s your son or...” 

“No, I said he is my son, but she doesn’t know the whole story. She doesn't know... she doesn’t know about Molly or anything.” Liv tries to speak but Steve stops her to let me continue. “We ran into Maya as we were leaving, and I got us out of there without an explanation. I’ve been dodging her calls and just following my scheduled as instructed.  But with the race weekend coming up I know my avoiding time is coming to an end.”  

Steve studies me for a bit.  “You like her.”  A statement not a question.  

“Yeah, I do.  She’s nice or whatever.” I explain us meeting at the gala and having a great night but then a week later, Molly came back and I let go of Maya in my mind. I shake myself from the memories. “I haven’t felt like this in a long time.”  

“You want to go out with her,” Steve continues.  

“She has a boyfriend.  She’s dating that Sainz guy.” I grit my teeth. “The guy who took my spot.”  

“Easy, Torch.” Liv touches my arm. “He got hired after.”  

“Whatever,” I shrug her off. “Either way, I have to give her an explanation and I’m just not sure what to say.”  

“Be honest,” Steve offers. “She may not be with him forever and you never know. I wish I had done that with Liv. It would have saved us a lot of heartache.” Liv nods in agreement and leans her head on his shoulder. “That's my opinion at least.”  

Honesty. Why didn’t I think of that.  

Maya 

Being the public relations person for a Formula One team is not as easy as stats and winners.  the public is invested in the team, the cars, the drivers that, when I started, I had to take notes on things I hear over the radio and ask Ari about them later. Nowadays, I know everything that is happening with the team.  

Except for Johnny Storm 

The shock I felt when he introduced his son to me hasn’t lessened in the two weeks since. He has a son. A beautiful son who is his duplicate except for his hair.  He has chestnut waves compared to Johnny’s blond. He didn’t look more than a year old.  

How did he keep a secret like this from the world? I investigated and searched everything on the man. The last article that he was in before his return was an obituary. That was odd and I disregarded it.  The last article before that was about his dismissal from Ferrari.   

That was handled with the grace of a rhinoceros.  Ferrari did him dirty. I was angry when I read the releases. They didn’t even give him a chance to shop; they just let his contract run out on the promise of a renewal.  Then to announce Carlos less than an hour later, I would have fired my PR team for it and then raised hell with management.  

Johnny was a beloved driver on and off the track. He did so much for Ferrari and suddenly he was gone.   

And now I know why.  

It didn't make sense before, why didn’t he approach other teams.  He had a baby to take care of.  That leads to more questions, like where is his mother and why is his sister caring for his son.  How did no one know?  

Johnny is an enigma. Before, he was a hot head speed demon. Fearless on the track.  He was good, great even. Why Ferrari let him go is everyone’s guess.  Only Nick Fowler would know. I would love to solve this.  

But I would need Johnny to answer my fucking calls.  

First thing in PR is that you have to know everything. Nothing can remain a secret, especially if you are trying to keep a secret. This led to a confrontation with my brother... 

I stormed into his office, slamming the door closed. “Ari, are you trying to kill me?” 

He put down the report he was reading. “Maya...” 

“No! You can’t keep things from me, especially when it could lead to a shitstorm.  He has a kid that no one knows about!” 

“I know! He told me before he accepted the job.”  Ari sit against his desk, legs and arms crossed. “I know it's a big deal but he’s just trying to protect his son and his past.”  

“And I can help with that if I was read in!” I huffed in exasperation. “I need to know everything, Ari, you know this.  The best defense is the best offense. You need to get him to talk to me.”  

“Alright, alright. I’ll talk with him. But give him some grace Maya. Listen to his story before you pass your PR judgment.”  

Now, I was waiting for Johnny to finish up with practice. The Australian sun is unforgiving to the cars today and everyone is struggling with tires. But I can hear the frustration in his voice. The car is not handling the way he wanted, losing force on the straight away. This isn’t the sun causing problems.  

Johnny: tell me the engineers are seeing this. It’s fucking ridiculous   Liv: they are on it Torch 

Johnny: I have so much more power out of the corners. The front right is struggling on the straight.   Liv: copy 

I turn and look at Ari. He has a grimace and makes a note on his notebook. I snort at the image. My brother is still so old school. Like he doesn’t have a bank of monitors and computers not to mention his phone to use. “Dinosaur,” I mumble under my breathe. Liv heard me and changed her chuckled to a cough to cover up.  

Liv calls out to Johnny to box the car. I watch as our silver arrow comes in and watch the mechanics pull the car into the garage and start cooking it down. Once parked, Johnny climbs out rather calmly for someone who is very frustrated.  

Ari walks right up to him. “Tell me what you’re feeling?” Johnny looks at him lost. “How did the car feel?” 

Johnny looks pensive, as if he’s trying to find the right words. “It pulls,” he starts, “as soon as I hit the corner. When I exit at the straight, I feel the cars downforce struggle like extra weight is being added. Once I can get enough force to move, it too late to take advantage of DRS.”  

“Ok good.” Ari smiles a little. “Anything else?” 

Johnny stares at him but what he says next leaves me curious.  “I don’t feel connected to the car. I feel like we aren’t one yet. I used to feel that but right now I feel like an imposter.”  

“There,” Ari points at him. “That’s what I’m looking for.  You need to reflect and think about that. You aren’t an imposter. You are a Formula One driver.  You need to let go of everything on the outside and feel the car like it's a part of you.”  

“I can’t do that,” Johnny argues back. He glances at me but doesn’t stop.  “I can’t not think about him and what would happen if something happened to me. I’m the only one he has.”  

“Storm, you are not alone in this.  Matthew is not alone. He is surrounded by this team, this family. You must trust that while you have car, we have Mattie and you.  We’ll do our best to get you back to you son every time. But you need to let go of the fear that is holding you back.”  

“I don’t know how.” Johnny looks defeated, like he’s failing. 

“That’s ok. We do have the team psychologist. Talk to her and see what she can do to help.  I know it's been hard without...” my brother pauses, and I make a note of that. Ari clears his throat. “But I want you to succeed. For yourself, your son.”  

I’m impressed that Ari didn’t mention the team.  He’s in charge of the team, has to care about its wellbeing. But right now, he’s a friend, a mentor. I decide to speak up. “Johnny, you don’t have to worry about press. I’ll coach you on what to say so we can downplay the difficulties with the car.” 

He finally looked at me and then nodded.  

“Good. Head back to the hotel and rest.” Ari looked at me. “After you meet with Maya.” Well, that’s one way to get what I want. I give Johnny a PR smile. He clenches his jaw in reaction. He’s not happy to talk to me but I have no idea why. “Let’s head to the conference room,” Ari suggests, dismissing the rest of the team. Liv follows Johnny, arm and arm, speaking quietly to each other. I frown at that. Ari leaned down. “They are best friends. Him, her, Charles, Bucky and Steve. Don’t let your PR brain go to hard.”  

I sighed. “Ok.” I walk into the conference room and Liv is sitting next to Johnny. “Liv, what are you doing?” 

“Johnny asked me to be here,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at me. Wow, she’s got momma bear look down pat. I just nod and take a seat across.  Ari hangs out in the back leaning against the sideboard with his signature arms cross.  

Johnny looks at everyone and sighs. “Two years ago, a one-night stand told me she was pregnant. And then eight months later, my wife died, and I was left with my son.”  

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 8🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 8 "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival"

Timestamp: 00:00:48

Video Length: 4min. & 58sec.

The intro for episode 8 😂 (Ally and Zac lip-syncing!)

Brennan with Ally copying and Zac lip-syncing: "Hello, one and all! Welcome back to another thrilling episode of Dimension 20: Fantasy High Junior Year. I'm your humble dungeon master, Ally Beardsley."

Ally: *yells and points at Brennan*

Brennan: *laugh*

Siobhan: "He freaking got you, dude."

Brennan: "Freaking got you, dude."

Ally: "****, I got freaking got."

Emily: "I was so enraptured here that I didn't even catch you catching them." *points at Brennan and Ally*

Ally: "I was so enraptured here."

Brennan: "I see it all, okay? I never miss a bit, famously. Never absorbed in what's going on here. Folks, I'm your humble...(babbling intro rapidly) Our Intrepid Heroes! Say hi, Intrepid Heroes!"

Everyone: "Hi, Intrepid Heroes!"

Adaine: "See you at Basrar's!"

Brennan: "See you at Basrar's. Short episode."

Emily: "Wow, okay."

Brennan: "Okay, moving along."

Murph: "Short 'Adventuring Party.'"

Brennan: "Short 'Adventuring Party.' Last we left off, our Intrepid Heroes were grinding through the fall semester at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. We had some high highs, some low lows. We discovered some interesting information, with Lydia Barkrock returning with data about Bakur the demon and a sort of ritual that had occurred tagged onto the end of a mystery that Riz had noted and that had been followed up on by Kristen around the disappearance of Lucy Frostblade, who seemed to have submitted paperwork to change her deity at the end of the last school year and then suddenly withdrew it. Riz also found the last place that she was observed before she went missing, although she has been confirmed by magic to be dead. We also discovered that Kipperlilly Copperkettle was getting food trucks with some little subliminal ads in the wax paper. There was a sort of fraught confrontation between Kristen and the other presidential candidate."

Emily: "Was it a confrontation? It was more of a conversation."

Ally: "Yeah, Yeah. I really came out on top, I think."

Brennan: "Yes, absolutely. We had some incredibly high academic achievements. Actually, A+'s across the board, save for our party cleric."

Ally: "I'll take it!"

Siobhan: "Hey, if you're failing, a C is an A+."

Ally: "A C is really good for Kristen."

Brennan: "Also a C in barbarian."

Zac: "A bit of a C."

Brennan: *laughs* "A bit of a C. But huge achievements in your artificer classes, and we also had huge achievements in warlock classes as Fig actually went on a quick impromptu field trip to Hell with her warlock class."

Emily: "They're building a recording studio."

Ally: "That sounded so sick, honestly."

Brennan: "Honestly, so sick."

Siobhan: "So sick."

Lou: "And licking Baby?"

Brennan: "Licking Baby."

Siobhan: "Fabian played the bass."

Emily: "I don't know how much to put my foot down about that."

Ally: "I think that needs to be the only merch that comes out of this season."

Siobhan: "Everybody lick Baby."

Ally: "Just a shirt that says, 'Lick Me,' and in the back, 'Everybody lick Baby.'"

Siobhan: "No context. No picture of Baby."

Brennan: "Everybody lick Baby. We also saw a new sort of, like, the coolest kid on campus, Fabian Seacaster, double A+'s, captain of the Owlbears, running study hall at Seacaster Manor. Never mind the rapidly piling boxes of takeout stinking it up in the kitchen."

Lou: "Hey, you know, we clean those out right before everyone comes over. I have to spend the day with them."

Brennan: *laughs* "As well as our Elven Oracle having to fend off ancient high elves in search of arcane wisdom at her job at Basrar's, working as a waitress, helping to serve that ice cream."

Siobhan pretending to serve ice cream and Zac pretending to eat it! 😂🤣

Brennan: "What incredible... It's finally time for Basrar to hire help, given that he has literally no overhead. He generates the ice cream from another dimension."

Emily: "Oh."

Brennan: "That's been all profit, except for what he pays on the mortgage for the shop itself. Incredible."

Zac: "His books are good.

Brennan: "His books are good. He's doing well."

Lou: "My man's in the black."

Brennan: "In the black, okay? We return back to Mordred Manor. And actually, I want to confirm with all of you as we come back here and find you, on the day of the Frostyfaire Folk Festival, a little sort of loose thread of a connection between something that is occurring at Gorgug's house, occurring at the Thistlespring Tree, that you had seen some information that your mom was working on connected to, but got away from you. Junior Year, pretty ****ing busy, gang. And speaking of how busy it is, we also introduced last episode our system for academic stress here in junior year."

Everyone: *holding up stress tokens*

Brennan: "Some of our students barely scathed by the monster that is cortisol as Fig began some paladin classes, both with the paladin teacher Halo St. Croix, and also some tutoring with Porter Cliffbreaker who, due to your incredible attunement with the principles of barbarianism if not any of the actual class features-"

Ally: "That's true, actually."

Brennan: "Porter signed your MCAT when your actual Bard teacher flew into the sky, weeping."

Emily: "I call him Sir."

Ally: "Yeah, finally you give him a shred of respect."

Brennan: "A shred of respect as he's like,"

Porter: "I have no idea why. What have I ever done?"