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crowsofdarkness · 5 months ago

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Valentine's Day with Bill.

18+ CW's underneath the cut(unprotected pinv, oral with female receiving, spanking, choking.)

Letting out a long yawn, I trekked farther into the airport, dragging my suitcase behind me. It had been a long week of visiting my family but now that the reunions were finished, I was beyond ready to head back home.

Back to Bill.

In the three years we’d been dating, we were used to being away from each other for weeks even months at a time due to his filming schedules.

Pulling out my phone before I headed through security at the airport, I read the new text from Bill.

Bill 🩶: I’m sorry, angel. I won’t be able to pick you up from the airport. But I can meet you at home.

My heart sunk to the depths of my stomach. All day I’d been looking forward to seeing Bill’s face as I stepped through the doors of the airport.

Me: It’s okay, love. I can order an uber. I should be back home by 8. Maybe we can have a late dinner together?

Bill 🩶: Already taken care of, angel.

With a yawn, I adjusted my glasses as I stepped through the gate doors of the airport, dragging my bags behind me. There was a delay in taking off at the last airport, meaning I was now arriving in New York at 9 p.m. rather than 7 p.m. I had to buy Wi-Fi on the plane so I could message Bill to let him know about the delay.

With my phone in one hand, I was about to order an Uber when my feet skidded to a halt at the sight in front of me.

What a cheeky little…

Bill smirked as he held a bouquet of daisies.

“Hi, angel,” he mused.

I reached for the flowers and brought them to my nose, inhaling their scent, and then peered up at Bill.

“I thought you couldn’t pick me up.”

Bill brushed away a loose strand of hair from my face. “I sort of lied. I had plans to pick you up then take you out to dinner for Valentine's day but when your flight got delayed, I had to switch things up.”

“So you’ve been waiting here for two hours?” I asked.

“Worth it.”

He shrugged before wrapping his fingers behind my neck to bring our lips together in a long overdue kiss. His tongue immediately molded against mine and I moaned into it, my hand sprawling over his chest. The material of his sweater felt warm underneath my palm and I let myself fall into him when his hands grasped my hips.

“I missed you, Y/N,” Bill’s teeth grazed over my bottom lip.

“I missed you too, love.”

With his arm wrapped around my shoulder and other hand holding my bags, Bill led me out of the airport and towards his car parked in the parking lot. Once we were settled, he began the drive back home. I nestled into the passenger seat and let out a content sigh.

“Tired?” Bill questioned with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh.

“No, surprisingly. I thought I would be but I’m just happy to be back home.”

He brought my hand to his lips to kiss along my knuckles. “I’m glad you’re back too.”

For the rest of the drive home, I told him how the family reunion went while he told me what he did the last few weeks. Since he was busy filming a new movie, he couldn’t come to the reunion.

As we walked down the long hallway to our apartment, another yawn slipped through my lips and I nearly stumbled. Bill chuckled as he wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest.

“You should get some sleep, angel.”

I frowned while burying myself into his sweater. “But it's Valentine's Day and I missed you.”

His lips brushed along my forehead as we stopped in front of our door and he unlocked it. The darkness of our home escaped into the hallway as I stepped through the threshold and when I clicked on the lights, a gasp fell from my lips.

Matching the daisies bouquet I had clutched in my arms, our entire apartment was littered. Music played softly as I noticed the steaming dinner plated on our kitchen island, candles lit and spread throughout.

Turning on my heels, I gaped at Bill who leaned against the door with a smug smile.

“What is this?” I asked, doing my best not to cry.

“Happy Valentine's Day, angel. I had our neighbor set this up for me while we were on our way home. She had to warm up the dinner I cooked earlier but I promise it’s still good,” he said.

Our neighbor, an older lady named Patty, was always willing to help us out when needed.

My eyes widened. “Oh, I’ve been so busy with traveling that I didn’t have a chance to buy you anything.”

Bill pushed himself off the door and immediately cupped my face so I could look up at him. The hood of his sweater was still pulled over his eyes, dark tendrils falling into his face.

“You know I don’t need anything. Just you, angel. But I wanted to do something special for you because you deserve it.”

I left a firm but quick kiss on his lips, muttering against them. “Thank you, Bill.”

He smiled while motioning behind me. “Come on, let's eat.”

“Fuck, Bill,” I moaned when his tongue licked up the patch of skin his teeth grazed.

My nails dragged down his bare chest, leaving red marks along his skiin as he continued to slam his cock into me, the couch beneath us scraping along the wood floors.

“So tight. I missed you,” he groaned into the crook of my neck as his hips stilled.

I knew he was close but also knew that he didn’t want it to end yet. What started as a nice romantic dinner turned into a heavy make out session on the couch. Neither of us could wait any longer and needed to be connected once again.

His fingers brushed along the folds of my pussy and I shook with the feeling as he slowly dragged his cock all the way out, only leaving the tip inside.

“Bill,” I whined while raising my hips. “Please.”

His teeth dragged along my nipples. “Please what?”

I raked my nails through his hair and yanked back causing Bill to let out a loud hiss. “Fuck, angel.”

“Stop teasing me and fuck me, Bill. Please.”

My screams echoed throughout the apartment when he buried his cock deep within me again, his pace becoming ruthless. But our position on the couch wasn’t the greatest, I needed to be able to feel him even deeper. We couldn’t make it to the bedroom when we first started and there was no way I was going to stop this now.

Bill could tell I needed something different because with one strong arm, he lifted me from the couch to carry me over to the kitchen table. I squealed in delight as I writhed in his embrace.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he made me lean back.

He brushed back the sweat slicked hair from his forehead and licked his lips. “I need a taste of you.”

With a tight grip on my thighs, he spread my legs wide apart before he knelt between them. The warmth of his tongue sent shockwaves to my entire system as he lapped up the remnants of my previous orgasm he gave me on the couch and I arched off the table when he began sucking on my clit.

“Shit, Bill. I’m going to-.”

With two fingers spearing me wide open before pumping in fast succession and his mouth sucking on my sensitive clit, I let the shock of my orgasm tear through me with such a force that it nearly took my breath away.

“Such a good girl,” Bill mused while laying a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “I missed the way you taste.”

I only had a few minutes to breath before he was yanking me off the table to now stand on my feet. He patted my ass.

“Lean your hands against the window,” he nodded towards the patio door.

“What-?” I shuffled on my feet.

Bill’s lips attacked mine in a ravenous kiss and when he pulled away, he brushed my arousal off of his lips with his thumb.

“Be a good girl, Y/N, and do what I say,” his voice was as dark as his eyes.

Not wanting to disappoint, I quickly made my way over to the patio door that led out to our balcony and rested my palms against the glass. Thankfully we shut off all but one of the lights so no one would be able to peer up into our apartment and see what we were doing.

"Keep your hands on the window," he demanded and then yanked my hips back to him so I was bent over.

Nodding furiously, I spread my hands against the window of the patio door when his cocked slipped inside of me again, his name falling off my lips in a prayer.

“That’s right, pray to me,” Bill rasped as he bit down on my shoulder.

One arm wrapped around my stomach while the other tightened around my throat to bring my chest against his back, this new angle making my vision blurry. It felt so good, the burn, and Bill knew how bad I needed it to hurt.

He squeezed until I felt the air being ripped away from me, his cock slamming into me with no sign of stopping. He never held back and I never wanted him too. I needed it to hurt, needed it to burn, that I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

When I felt the darkness creeping to the corners of my eyelids due to how tight he was gripping my throat, I let out a choked moan.

“Safe word?” he muttered into my ear before kissing the skin behind there.

Although his voice was soft and concerning, the way he fucked me was completely different.

I did my best to shake my head with his tight grip around my throat. “Keep. Going. So. Close.”

Bill eased his grip a bit so I could take a deep breath before he tightened it again. My orgasm was so close, I just needed a little something to have it wash over me. As my hand moved to my clit, Bill smacked my ass, the sound echoing through our apartment. Instead, his thumb pressed circles against my clit and that was exactly what I needed to let my orgasm finally release from the tightness of my body. I came with such vigor on Bill’s cock he groaned into my hairline.

“Such a good girl,” he praised while letting go of the vice grip around my throat.

Gulping for hair, I nodded. “Yes.”

Nails dug into the skin of my hips as Bill’s pace became even more frantic, him chasing his own release, and I was so far gone in my post orgasmic haze that I nearly didn’t hear the two words he said.

“Wh-what?” I stuttered.

Bill’s hips stilled for a beat before he let out a deep, guttural groan when he spilled his warm release into me.

“Marry me.”

Before my body could fall into a heap to the ground, Bill lifted me to sit me on the edge of our kitchen island. His large hand cupped my cheek so I had no choice but to gaze upon him. His pupils were blown wide due to our actions and his chest rose and fell as he did his best to catch his breath. His warm cum dripped down my legs onto the cold marble beneath me but I didn’t dare think about the mess. I only thought about those two words.

“What did you say?” I asked, still breathless.

“Marry me,” Bill said again without an ounce of hesitation.

Everything around us seemed to fall away, the eerie quiet of the apartment now ringing loudly in my ears. My heart beat loudly in my chest that I could feel it in my throat when I realized how sincere Bill was. This wasn’t a joke, he meant those words.

As if he thought I was doubting him, he ripped open our junk drawer in the kitchen to pull out a small velvet box and my breath caught in my throat.

“Fuck, you’re serious?” I choked out.

Bill smiled wickedly as he opened the box, the light above the kitchen sink catching the diamond almost instantly. The gold band was thin but the oval shape of the diamond almost sat perfectly against it.

“With you, Y/N. I’ve never been more serious about anything,” he said.

My throat burned in the best way. Never in this lifetime did I ever expect to have such a romantic Valentine's Day. Guys in my past never gave a shit so to have Bill go all out was something I wasn't used to but knowing he loved me so much made my heart swell.

I began to nod wildly. “Fuck yes!”

With a laugh, Bill collided our lips together in a fever kiss before reluctantly pulling away to slide the ring onto my finger. wrapped my legs around his naked form to bring him closer to me and I hung my arms around his neck. We were still naked and the cool air from the open window chilled my heated skin.

“Now that we’re engaged, I think we need to celebrate,” I waved the hand with the ring in front of his face playfully.

He grasped it to leave a kiss upon the ring. “Say no more, angel.”

My squeals bounced off the walls of our home as Bill carried me into our bedroom to start our engagement celebrations.

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jamiepaige · 8 months ago

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Constant Companions Closeup #3: ROT FOR CLOUT

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WHAT'S going on guys, welcome back to another Constant Companions Closeup, the show where we take a DEEP DIVE into what makes these tunes tick! Last episode, we went aaaaaall the way there on Not Quite There, and today, we're making that liggity-line go up up up up up with ROT FOR CLOUT featuring VISUALEYES!! Before we get started, remember to SMASH that like button, SLAM subscribe, and FUCK the bell icon. This week's community challenge: leave your credit card info in the comments! Bet you won't!

(*cough*)

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I check my notifications way too fucking much. It's a habit I'm trying to curb, and to my credit, I am doing better lately, but being chemically predisposed to dopamine deficiencies has done a number on my ability to go five minutes without checking the funny glowing numbers on my phone. Naturally, I also very much seek more validation than I should from the opinions of strangers yadayadayada yeah that's what the song is about but none of that actually has to do with why I started writing this song in the first place.

Have you ever taken a flight with American Airlines?

This was after waking up at 4 in the morning to fly out of Houston thinking I'd be napping on a couch in Ohio by 2 pm at the latest.

I want to make one thing clear here, and that's that I made this bed for myself. Tucked the sheets in and all. You see, on the rare occasions I fly, I normally take Southwest. Southwest does not overbook flights like a lot of other airlines do, so it's a practice I am mostly unfamiliar with. So, when I received a notification on my phone promising genuinely ridiculous amounts of flight credit money in exchange for taking a slightly later flight, I thought - well, shit! That sounds nice!

This is how they trick you. I didn't really realize I'd been tricked until I was on my second flight of the day, sitting in a middle seat at the very back of the plane, heading from Dallas, a city I don't live in, to Washington, DC, a city I was not trying to get to, staring down the barrel of another flight I was destined to get on that had been delayed like two fucking hours.

I became the Joker. All I could do to remain sane was write a song about it. This is how ROT FOR CLOUT came to be.

I guess the moral of the story is this: Don't go to Ohio. And to answer your question,

Yes I am

Not really

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This is a complete sidenote but I want to mention it here: I'm genuinely overjoyed at the amount of people excitedly talking about my songwriting or the intention behind my lyrics. For a long time, it really felt like lyricism was the last thing people cared about from me, while it was always the thing I wanted to take pride in the most... So genuinely, thank you everyone for caring!! Every single fire emoji people have put next to a line I've written has extended my lifespan by multiple years

There's a brief little moment where the song's chords leave the key, doing a really stereotypically jazzy 2-5 movement, and it's one of my favorite parts of the entire song. I'm not really a music theory buff or anything, and I'm certainly not formally trained, but I've always been very passionate about more complicated harmony in otherwise poppy and accessible contexts - bo en's album pale machine really rewrote my brain when I first heard it.

On that note, there are microtones in the vocal melody - During the chorus, some of the rapidly repeated words move up in quarter tones! Possibly the simplest way I could've included microtonality, but I'm genuinely afraid if I learn more than what I already know about it I'll be lost to the darkness.

Obviously, the work of Sasuke Haraguchi was a massive influence on this song, particularly the song Igaku. I think basically everyone on the entire planet has picked up on that at this point, but I do also wanna point out some other songs that were on my mind at the time! (two for three on these posts mentioning louis cole now)

I'd also like to take a moment to spotlight the vocal samples on this! They previously appeared on エビチャーハン!, and they've honestly become some of my favorite samples to throw in things. They're also just a fucking goldmine sincerely

Finally, HUGE thanks to Visualeyes for the delightful synth solo on this!! I had put out a call on Twitter looking for instrumentalists, genuinely originally envisioning a super jazzy piano solo, but their synth playing genuinely brought the whole song together perfectly!

That's about it for this song - though again, if there are any more questions people have, I'd be happy to answer them in the replies to this post or elsewhere!! (*ahem*) THAT'S gonna do it for today's video, folks! Feel free to leave a like, comment, hit the subscribe button for more and click the bell so you don't miss any new videos. Tomorrow? I Wish That I Could Fall. it hurts.

#music #jamie paige #bandcamp #constant companions #behind da scenes #Youtube

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cutehoons02 · 8 months ago

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PRINCESS YOU ARE MINE

* pairing: Heeseung x reader (grumpy x sunshine) (she fell first he fell harder)

* tags: fluffy,kiss,a little smut,misunderstandings

* synopsis: Heeseung couldn’t fall in love with her stylist and her stylist couldn’t fall in love with an idol but the heart doesn’t rule

* word count: 2k (Tell me if you like this kind of stories:)

(English is not my native language)

Thunder rumbled through the apartment you shared with your college friends in Seoul and before you could close the windows a heavy rain came across Seoul you knew it was time to go to bed, and that your boyfriend, you could call a boyfriend a guy with whom you made a lot of video calls after his concerts, with whom you shared a good hot plate of ramen in the restaurant near Han riven, you wore secretly his sweatshirts at work with still imprinted his strong smell of freshly made laundry but with a note of spices; he would not show up at your house. Yes, you could define the word "boyfriend" but Heeseung had never called you his "girlfriend", and then with the life of Idol you were terrified that this was for Heeseung only a small infatuation with the shy stylist of Enhypen.

The flight from Japan had been delayed by the heavy thunderstorm that hit Korea in those days and Heeseung was eager to escape from that plane and sink into the hot blankets of Y/n which tasted like cinnamon and vanilla, the leader of the Enhypen laughed at seeing the older member so madly leaving the airport and Heeseung gave him a mean look <<You know i’m happy to see you finally in love with someone makes come out in you a Heeseung that i had never seen in my life, you look just like a baby deer just came out of the Disney when you talk or see Y/n, but try to pretend you care about the fans outside!">> "stop Jungwon, i’m not in love with Y/n. We’re just two people who like to spend time together when we are not busy between trips, concerts, events, or shooting." <<At my house this behavior is called "friendship" but we all know that you are not only friends, if one of the other members tried to hit on her you would explode with jealousy or if one of the other dancers who accompany us during the tours ask her out what would you do? And by the way, you deceived yourself because you said that you are not friends but two people who spend time together..>> Heeseung hated when his smaller members made him see the reality of things, and one in particular was Jungwon; many underestimated their friendship because they expected to see him as the leader of the group but he and Jungwon had developed a strong bond over time that was the first to notice Heeseung’s strong interest in Y/n.

Heeseung had just gotten out of the taxi and little drops of rain fell in his hair with a loud puff. It looked like it was almost one o'clock at night. Maybe it was late enough to play at Y/n’s apartment so he decided to throw some small stones in the window of Y/n looking out onto the street, was at the fifth pebble that he threw and was getting a little too wet for his taste until he saw the curly hair and the head of Y/ n sticking out of the window. He walked into the foyer of the apartment and to her great astonishment saw Y/n dressed in a jacket, with jeans a little soaked, and with hair a bit swollen because of the humidity.

<<Angel, what are you doing up at this hour? Don’t tell me you were waiting for your favorite member of the Enhypen like a princess waiting for her prince because we all know i can’t act like a prince when you’re around.>> A small laugh came out of the mouth of Y/n and showed Heeseung that he had in hand a small bag from the pharmacy. "Heeseung if i expected you as a prince at this time i would still be full of pain because of the menstruation, i'm awake because even with bad weather i went to get some medicines that ended up alleviating the pain in my stomach cramps, but you princes can’t understand the suffering we have in the early days and i wasn’t waiting for you, i have more to do than wait for an idol to come and visit me when he’s free" He didn't expect this statement because between the two was the one who preferred to listen and you were never angry with him so a little surprised, and maybe they were true all those times that he heard the other members say their sisters were hyenas while they had the red period.

The thunder was rumbling through the kitchen where Y/n was preparing a good hot tea for both her and Heeseung, she would never have expected to see him outside after a trip of almost 10 days in Japan, was grateful not to have gone with them because she was seriously tired after all the trips they had made during the summer and sometimes she even preferred to break away from Enhypen especially from Heeseung to go and be a stylist in other Hybe groups. Heard the steps of Heeseung entering the kitchen with dry hair and a little uncomplicated because of the hairdryer, With an oversized t-shirt and grey track pants that wrapped her nice long legs and not to mention her b side but Y/n turned around and went back to sip his tea and take his medicine. The kitchen in his apartment looked much smaller and warmer with Heeseung in front of him but he didn’t want to be overwhelmed by the little feelings he had for the boy who had his eyes like a deer.

Heeseung was eager to feel the touch Y/ n and at the same time saw how much force of will tried to make the girl with curly hair/wavy in front of him, so without thinking a moment took Y/n by the hand and brought her into his room and if he put it on his legs, the warm bed and the little cinnamon candle was the bridge between their world and the storm that was outside. <<Tell me what you want from me, i just came back from a hellish trip and every hour that i spent on the plane to get to Seoul I sang silently of happiness to see you but now i found you here with this look that you would want to kill me with your hands.>> Y/n felt pathetic because every time she saw Heeseung she needed to see him for a second, breathe his pungent scent that came from her skin, or even worse be drugged by his touch and his voice. "In these ten days you’ve been away I wouldn’t have expected to miss you, at first i thought you were only good at flirting with everyone especially me but then you showed up in my house with ramen to share, and for my bad luck after you started kissing me before a show with the fear and the thrill that they would find us; besides, you’re cruel because if they found out you wouldn’t have any repercussions because you are Lee Heeseung instead of any stylist who can fire at any moment."

Heeseung looked bad and a slight smirk formed in his lips <<Well if you were afraid that they would discover it was enough to tell me that you did not want to kiss me or could use these beautiful hands to push me away, but your problem is that you seem so good and sweet girl with everyone who loves having my dirty marks under your skirt or near your breast. Don’t pretend to be innocent with me because we both know you love the adrenaline that goes up while i kiss you with the people waiting to send you inside another member to change so they can show up in time to sing a new song.>>

Heeseung’s long fingers made their way under your sweatshirt and little chills hit your body <<No other boy can make you experience this princess, remember only i can hold you in my arms, at the same time adore you and give you what your body needs.>> one hand slid into your life and the other began to tease your right breast and a moan came out of your lips, you were seriously in need of more so he brushed you a little further down until you felt his length pressed between your legs. <<Princess fuck your breasts are so hard and firm that i’m afraid to hurt you but i can’t stop myself, tell me if you want it to continue>> Heeseung moved his hand from your waist to pull back some curly/waves that fell in your forehead to your ear and finally Heeseung felt your lips after more than 10 days in her ears, and to tease him you kissed him slowly and slowly bit his lower lip to hear him moaning. You wanted to be in control of the situation but by your misfortune you needed his touch so much and knew he couldn’t give you all himself, so Heeseung turned the situation around and put you between your pillows <<Where is the shy girl i met at work who tries so hard not to be seen watching me dance and sing, stop thinking you’re gonna control the situation, you only needed my fingers on your body to get you shivers who knows how you’ll react to all the things i’ll do to you when you don’t have your period, princess!>> You felt take off your pajamas and Heeseung looked at you with a look that you had never seen on his face, was adoration of your body but at the same time hunger, and surely you were not ready to know all the dirty visions he had of you. <<Tell me what you want or i can stay watching you all night long" you needed her lips from all over your body and pulled her fluffy hair to your thighs but she stopped to look at you with a grin.>> "Stop being a jerk like Hee, i need you to kiss me for everything and we know that even you can’t take my eyes off me" Little kisses mixed with bites made their way between your thighs and with great pleasure you heard the boy moaning with deer eyes while you pulled his black locks to limit your groans. <<Groan for me princess, make everyone feel who can only make you react with only me kissing you and leaving bites in your thighs>> Groans came out of your mouth until you felt the weight of Hee’s body in front of you and bent down to kiss your lips, He brought your body over his chest and little kisses made their way between your head and your head <<What goes in your tiny head Y/n, i see your gears spinning very strong right now!>> You took her glue as an antistress and a little grumble formed in Heeseung’s smile "What are we? in the sense that you say i'm yours, but what are you to me Hee, for me certainly you are not a friend and we are not even two people who find themselves spending time together because these things are done by friends” you lifted from his chest and his big arms strapped your hips <<Did you and Jungwon agree to drive me crazy today>> You watched him laughing and he stood to kiss your forehead <<I was yours from the first moment i saw you Y/n>>.

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wolfstarsjegulus · 5 days ago

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beautifully complicated irony - word count: 679

@into-the-jeggyverse

prompt: plane

They caught the first flight that they possibly could, yet it seems the world is against them; Lily Evans has gone into labour.

Now, why pray tell is Regulus Black rushing across the country so his boyfriend can be there whilst his ex-girlfriend gives birth to his baby? Well, this is what one would call beautifully complicated irony.

It started in their second year of university. Both James and Regulus’s friend groups had gone to school together, yet the only time they ever merged was for Dorcas and Marlene, so they didn’t have much to do with each other until uni, when everyone got mixed around for their different courses and classes.

During that time, James and Lily had been dating; however, when James got to know Regulus, and Lily met Pandora. The rest was history.

No one could deny James and Lily’s deep love for one another, but it turned out to be a bond more of best friends who understood each other better than anyone, and despite their breakup, that never changed. They still hung out almost all the time, a fact which took some time for Regulus and Pandora to get used to, but things were never awkward.

Until Lily found out she was pregnant.

James and Lily both agreed they’d raise the child not only as co-parents but as friends.

Regulus could tell how excited James was to be a dad, but Regulus himself was having a hard time coming around. From the beginning, James made clear that it was his choice how little or much Regulus was involved in the baby’s life, but he knew realistically that being with James would mean being around this child and being someone for them to look up to.

The thought of being a parent-like figure terrified Regulus as he didn’t exactly have the best role models. What if she screwed this kid up? Not only would James hate him, but he’s also just continued a seemingly endless cycle.

Fast forward to today, where James and Regulus are on their second delayed flight for the day, praying that they’d make it in time, with Regulus’s thoughts still swirling. On the bright side, he could blame his nausea on the turbulence.

They got to the hospital with mere minutes to spare, where Lily gave birth to a boy.

Harry Evans-Potter

Regulus entered the room a few hours later after everything had calmed down. Pandora had already been there, of course, fussing over Lily, gone off to get food. James was in a chair next to her, holding a little bundle of blankets with a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

“Hey love,” James greeted softly.

Regulus gave him a smile and looked down at the little face in his arms. He was a mini James with Lily’s eyes; he was adorable.

“Would you like to hold him?” James asked, lifting Harry towards Regulus.

“I uh,” Regulus stammered but looked into his boyfriend’s eyes. James wanted him to bond with his son, “Alright.”

James carefully placed little Harry into Regulus’ arms; Regulus made sure to support his head and sat down next to James.

“You’re a natural,” Lily said softly as she’d clearly been watching the interaction.

“Yeah, I read a bit, you know, just in case,” Regulus replied slightly embarrassed.

“You read?” James asked.

“Of course.”

James and Lily shared a look, then Lily sat up higher, evidently preparing a previously discussed question.

“I— well, we, but it was my idea,” Lily shot James a look. “Well, on a birth certificate, you’re able to add more than two legal guardians. We were wondering if you’d want to be on Harry’s birth certificate?”

Regulus was stunned. They wanted him to have legal authority over their child? Given everything he’s been through?

James, of course, knew exactly what was going through his mind. “You won’t be like them,” he said softly.

Regulus looked down at the tiny human in his arms, fast asleep, and he knew that he’d burn the world if anyone ever hurt him.

“Where do I sign?”

#jegulus #microfic!!#daily prompts #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #lily evans

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harmonyrae · 13 days ago

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Ivy League

Fall Semester: Sophomore Year🍁🍂🎃🏈

Premise: Based on this post by PomeRinn aka @waterrinmelonn. All the boys are modern rich international kids going to a prestigious university. They’re attending Yale, an Ivy League University in the American Northeast. They're all the same age. My FMC will end up with only one of them in the end.

Content Warnings: Mildly Suggestive & Explicit Language. Some fluff. Some angst. Slow burn in its purest form. Underage drinking. FMC is drugged (she’s okay, unharmed) but please be aware of your own triggers while reading. 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 7.6k (oh lord it's a long one)

Part One Part Two

“You’re sure we got assigned to Lawrance Hall? Like, 100% sure?”

“Hun, I emailed and called, we are in Lawrance Hall this year. Same room, no overbooking, we’re good babe!” Tara sighs as she reassures you for the 100th time.

Finding out you’re changing dorms was stressful enough as it is, but getting assigned to the hall that caused you insane anxiety last year made you even more on edge. Thankfully, Tara was on top of things and joined you in calling Student Housing to double, triple, quadruple check.

“My flight got delayed, so I will be arriving a few hours later than I expected. Are you and Caleb already on campus?”

You look over at the driver seat, Caleb had changed quite a bit over the summer. He started an amateur basketball league at the country club. He only ever used his parent’s membership to the club for the gym anyways, so he decided to do something for the community. He often held practice outside, so he was tan and much leaner than before break.

You had your own tan lines given your summer job as a lifeguard at the same club. You’d been going with Caleb to the club since before you were able to swim and knew the staff well. When they offered you the job, you were ecstatic. A chance to save up some money and get a tan at the same time? Deal of the century.

“Hello? Are you still there?” Tara’s voice brings you back.

“Sorry, yeah. We just arrived. Caleb is still trying to find a parking space to unload my shit.”

“He’s moving into the frat house, right?”

“Yup, he’s going full frat bro.” Caleb rolls his eyes and scoffs. “You’re literally wearing your hat backwards right now.”

He immediately swivels his hat around. You break into a fit of giggles as you hear Tara begging for a picture on the other end of the call. Caleb finds a spot and backs in, waving to the parking attendant before getting out.

“Did Sylus or Zayne ever get back to you?”

“Not yet, I think Zayne is still with his cousins and Sylus is on a plane.”

“I can’t believe they got assigned to Lawrance Hall too. If they’re on the same floor, I’m buying a lottery ticket.” A voice echos through her phone announcing a departure. “Oop, that’s my flight! I’ll see you in a few hours bestie!”

After wishing her safe travels, you hang up and join Caleb who had just successfully convinced the parking attendant to let him stay parked for 30 minutes.

“Thanks man. We’ll be out of here as soon as possible.”

Thankfully you’re not on the fourth floor this year so the trek back and forth wasn’t as miserable. Second floor, right at the end of the hall by the stairwell door. Your room is a tiny bit bigger and has a decent view. The shared bathroom with the room next door would take some getting used to. It was nice you didn’t have to share the showers with the whole floor, but until you meet your neighbors you can’t say that with full confidence.

“Alright Pips, I think that’s it.” He takes off his hat and smoothes back his sweat slick hair.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to help you move in?”

Caleb pulls you into a sweaty side-hug making your squirm.

“I’m sure. The house is going to be super busy and I know you get anxious.”

He’s right. A chaotic frat house with a bunch of sweaty guys running around? No thanks.

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything. We’re still meeting for dinner with the gang, right?”

He nods and you walk him out, waving him off when he shouts something about ‘behaving.’ When you return to your room you focus on getting your bed made up and finding your corkboards. You spent the last week printing out pictures and making collages to hang up. You had an impressive collection, pictures from your first Yale football game, movie night in the Commons, fencing tournaments, your first published piece in the Yale student paper and a whole board dedicated to three special felines.

You’d be hounding Zayne for updates when he arrived, Galen is probably so big now. You follow the Instagrams for the girls who adopted Lilith and Dream. It warmed your heart that they kept the sisters together. Sadly, Zayne’s cousin doesn’t have any social media so you can’t keep an eye on the little cheesepuff. As you pin the board to the wall, you giggle at the photo of Sylus with Galen on his head. It was the only time Galen was calm during the entire roadtrip to DC. You’re glad the foster agreed to let you, Tara, Zayne and Sylus transport Galen to his temporary home with Zayne’s cousin over Spring Break. Spending a week in DC was also a fun time.

You fluff your pillows and toss another throw blanket over the bottom of your bed before flinging yourself down to take a breather. It’s only then you realize the afternoon sun is shining directly onto your bed. Sitting up, you look for the string to the blinds, you knew you should have brought curtains.

The ledge of the window is wide enough for you to prop your foot up and possibly stand for a minute or two. Just long enough to grab the cord and lower them. Taking a precarious step forward, you wedge the toe of your sneaker into one of the grooves of the radiator and hold onto the walls on either side of the window to balance yourself. You’re about to hoist yourself up onto the ledge when the door to the bathroom opens into your room.

Tara’s going to need that lottery ticket.

“What on earth are you trying to do?” Zayne rushes over to yank you back. “You’ll hurt yourself!”

Leaping away from the wall, you throw your arms around him.

“Zayne! When did you get here? Where did you come from? How’s Galen?”

“I can only answer one question at a time.” You let him go and let him reach up to grab the cord himself, easily lowering the blinds and darkening the room.

Flipping on a lamp, you sit on your bed and pat the space next to you. As soon as Zayne sits you begin your interrogation.

“Okay, when did you get here?”

“I arrived from DC at noon and spent an hour in traffic. Luckily, the taxi driver was a quiet man so I got caught up on my reading. I arrived in my dorm room about fifteen minutes ago.”

“So how did you get in here? Are you on the same floor?”

He glances at the bathroom door, which he left wide open. When you look over, you can see straight through to the adjoining room. Where his backpack sits on the bed. You stare at him, then back through the door, then back at him.

“No way.”

“I’ll have to talk to a member of Student Housing. They usually don’t allow this kind of arrangement.” He offers.

“Every semester it’s something else! Last year they put me in the wrong room, this year they put us in adjoining rooms with a shared bathroom! I’m sorry, I like you, Zayne, but I don’t want to share a bathroom with you and Sylus!”

“I understand, I will find a member of staff immediately.” You grab his arm to stop him from standing. “What?”

“I want to hear about Galen first…”

He questions your priorities, but shifts on the bed to get more comfortable as he divulges more info about Galen. He pulls out his phone to show new pictures, sending a few to you so you can update your picture board. Eventually, you discuss his class schedule, his plans to volunteer at the shelter again, how his summer went. The sun was setting before you knew it.

“I’ll find someone to ask about the room situation and meet you at the dining hall in around 30 minutes.”

You thank Zayne and return your focus to getting the room set up. Your mom had bought you a skincare fridge and you were itching to stock it. A clatter and squeal alerts you to the arrival of your roommate. You turn just in time to brace yourself for impact.

“Oh my god! I’m never getting on a plane again.” You grunt as she squeezes you tighter. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Tara.” She lets you go and you stretch your back from where she squeezed a little too tight.

She drops her bags off on the other bed, examining the room and stopping at the open bathroom door. She doesn’t say a word before running through to the other room. You call out and chase after her. When you enter the other room you’re greeted with a sight for sore eyes. Tara clings to Sylus, her arms wrapped around his waist while his arms are raised, clearly unprepared for this attack hug.

“Yes hello, I missed you, Tara.”

He looks up and gives you a once over, smiling.

“Missed you too, kitten.”

He must have gotten extra sun this summer too. His hair is even more of a contrast against his tanned skin. His go-to tank top and jean combo still suits him, but he has more accessories now. A chain on his belt, bracelets, rings on almost every finger. And best - or worst, depending on your sanity - of all, fresh ink swirling down his right arm. Tara lets him go and grabs his hand, twisting his arm so she can get a better look at it.

“This is so cool! When did this happen?”

“A few weeks ago, I wanted it to be mostly healed before returning to campus.”

You take a step forward and get a closer look. You can only make out scales and shadows, too caught up in how the ink thins at his wrist, circles his arm, covers his bicep, crawls up his shoulder and drops down his back. The question is on the tip of your tongue, but you know it’s a bad idea. Tara beats you to it.

“How far does it go?”

Sylus responds exactly like you think he would, he pulls his shirt over his head and turns. While your cheeks are on fire, you can make out the design a bit better. It’s a dragon. Its body continues to spiral down his back and over his ribcage, its wings folded against its back. You can’t see the end of the tail as it disappears below his waistband.

“Use your imagination for the rest.” Tara slaps his arm and you momentarily black out.

“Wait, it’s not normal to share a bathroom with guys like this, right?” Tara walks through the bathroom, realizing the set up.

“No, Zayne is finding someone to talk to about it.”

“Zayne’s already here! Oh my god!” Tara jumps up and down. “I’m texting Rafayel and Xavier, I need to see all my boys together again.”

She skips off into your room, leaving you alone with a shirtless Sylus. He’s made no significant effort to put his shirt back on and you’re about 10 seconds away from blacking out again.

“You look good.” He noted. “Spent your summer in the sun, did you?”

You bite your lip and hold your breath as you turn to face him. He fiddles with his shirt, his muscles twitching as he maintains eye contact.

“Yeah. Worked as a lifeguard. Helped with swimming lessons too… uhm… What about you? You look…” God, you’re awkward. “... Good. You look good too. Tan. I mean.”

Sylus tilts his head, lips twisting into a smirk. He takes a step closer.

“Stayed with my uncle at his beach house in Busan. Helped him fix up his vintage car. I visited my mom in Moscow during the rainy season. Joined her for a few outings to the beaches there.”

Another step.

“I am glad you stayed in touch.”

Another step.

“Well, yeah, someone had to convince you not to name that bird of yours ‘Shadow-Dragon’.”

He grins, eyeing you.

“He was going through a phase. Seemed fitting.”

He’s much closer now, if you didn’t know better you’d think…

“Dinner in 10 minutes! Come on! Oh my god Sylus, put your shirt back on. Show off…” Tara calls over her shoulder as she returns to her room.

You stare at your feet, waiting for him to take a step back.

“I’m going to change. Got all sweaty moving in. I’ll see you in a bit.”

You don’t wait for him to reply, just spin and race back to your room. Why are you being so awkward? You were calm, cool and collected all summer while messaging him and now? Sure, he couldn’t see how you buried your head in your pillow and screamed in frustration over what to say, but you thought you had reigned in your emotions.

Dinner was only awkward for about .5 seconds, as soon as Rafayel arrived he was raving over Sylus’s tattoo and critiquing Zayne’s hair. You hadn’t realized before, but Zayne grew out his hair. It was a good look for him, more casual, less preppy. Caleb didn’t waste anytime hyping up his fraternity, praising the cooking staff, the private pool access, the bigger rooms. He brought his roommate, Gideon, who immediately clicked with Tara. They chatted most of the night, barely paying attention to Caleb’s performance. You knew exactly what he was doing since he practiced his pitch on you on the drive back to campus.

“Finley told me to have someone in mind to tap as soon as I get back. He said the earlier the better since Sigma Chi had lower recruitment the past few semesters. And 20% graduated in May.” He mused. “What do you think Rafayel and Sylus would say if I tapped them?”

At first, you laughed, but then you weren’t so sure. Rafayel might enjoy the challenge of being more social. He’d mentioned he was far too comfortable last year, didn’t try to branch out and try new things. Sylus, on the other hand, was a wild card. Could go either way. So when Caleb arrived in the dining hall, you knew he’d be in salesman mode.

“Sigma Chi has the best parties and social standing, sure, but there’s a lot more. They host private sporting events, and have internal teams. Finley already offered me a co-captain position on his basketball team. Next week we’re doing a fundraiser for members' tuition fund. There’s also a shit ton of networking opportunities - we might be sophomores but it’s never too early to think about life after college.”

“Caleb, you sound like an infomercial.” Zayne grumbles.

“I’m just making sure Rafayel and Sylus know all the benefits to joining.”

“Well, I’m down.” Rafayel pipes up. “Could serve as inspiration for a collection. The ‘reality of a frat bro’ - vivid colors, hidden elements. I like it.”

“I’m not sure, honestly. Doesn’t seem like I would really be a good fit.” Sylus counters.

“No, you definitely would. There’s a few engineering majors who invested in renovating the basement into a workshop. They won’t even let me in without a welding mask.”

Sylus is instantly more attentive.

“Should have led with that Caleb.” You snicker as he back-tracks to go over how tapping works.

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You hit the ground running this semester, less anxious than last year. Still undeclared, but taking more classes you actually enjoy. Other than Biology, math and science are not your strong suits. But with Zayne next door, you breeze through your first exam. Rafayel is in the same class and after nearly failing he finally admits defeat and asks Zayne for help.

“Please don’t make me ask again.” Rafayel mumbles.

“I just want to make sure I heard you correctly.” Zayne flips the pages of his textbook as if Rafayel’s not even there.

Rafayel sighs and leans closer to Zayne.

“Oh great and powerful master of science and medicine, might you consider tutoring me so biology is no longer the bane of my existence and cause of my despair?”

Tara spits out her soup, barely grabbing a napkin in time to save her sweater. Zayne looks up, peering over his glasses.

“When is your class held?”

“Monday, Wednesday, Friday - 2pm.”

“You’ll arrive at the library at 5:30pm on Wednesdays for exactly 2 hours of tutoring along with Y/N. If you’re late, there’s a fee.”

“A fee?!”

“For every 5 minutes you’re late, you get a tally. If you rack up 10 tallies you have to buy me a premium chocolate box from Durfee Sweet Shop.”

“Those are like, $50 each!”

“Don’t be late then.” Zayne concludes.

Rafayel has never been more punctual. He could afford the chocolate, but the thought of spending $50 on sweets made him irrationally angry. Wednesday quickly became your favorite day of the week. Rafayel argued that there was no real reason to memorize the differences between bacteria, viruses, and fungi. Zayne argued that understanding the differences is actually a very important element of health and wellness. You just sat there, sipping your coffee, enjoying the break.

Thursday evenings were still reserved for Fencing Club. Xavier was determined to have you putting down the foil for a sabre before the end of the semester. The idea of moving from a structured fight to something more fast paced was an exciting prospect, but you weren’t sure you’d be ready. Xavier, however, was persistent, more so than usual.

“And… flunge! There we go, excellent. Stop laughing!”

You don’t mean to, but the term itself and Xavier’s accent is too funny. Xavier advances without warning and you jump, barely escaping Xavier’s sabre. He doesn’t yield the right-of-way when you successfully parry, instead opting to pursue you further, forcing you to hop down off the mat.

“Xavier!”

You scramble to right yourself as he continues to lunge and thrust his blade. Your back hits the wall and the point of Xavier’s blade dives straight into the wall beside your head. You scream and stare at Xavier, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“Always stand your ground, even if your opponent is trying to advance and take over your space. Don’t let them. Don’t wait for the perfect moment to take control, trust your instincts and just do it. You can’t remain in defense mode forever.”

His words dig a little too deep. He’s talking about fencing, right?

For the rest of practice, he focuses on your footwork. His attitude is noticeably more somber and you chase after him when practice ends. The leaves have just begun to change, the wind making you shiver as it blows through your hair. You reach Xavier right before he heads into his dorm. He avoids eye contact, choosing to stare at his shoes.

“Xavier. What’s going on? You’ve never been that aggressive with me before.”

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.” You stay quiet, waiting for more. “I… I usually train when I get overwhelmed. My coaches would push me around just so I could fight back. I got stronger while blowing off steam. I shouldn’t have pushed you, I’m sorry, truly.”

“Why are you overwhelmed? Classes?”

He shakes his head and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Got a letter from my uncle.”

“Oh…” You shuffle closer. “Did something happen?”

“My parents want me to come home for the holidays.”

If a letter asking him to visit for the holidays is enough to make Xavier feel like this, his relationship with his parents must be worse than you thought. You follow him to a bench to sit. He scoots closer to you, sharing his warmth.

“I haven’t seen my parents in almost 7 years. Going home… I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t.” He smiles, pleased with your quick response and subtle anger. “You don’t owe them anything. You should celebrate the holidays with people who make you happy.”

“You have a good relationship with your family, I’m guessing.”

“It’s decent. Not perfect though. I know I don’t know your situation, I shouldn’t assume.”

He shakes his head.

“You’re not wrong, I guess I’m just… not ready to face them yet. I’m not sure I’ll ever be.”

You put your arm around his shoulders and rest your head against his. He leans into your touch, taking a deep breath, a cloud of hot air billowing out of his mouth into the cold. It’s not until your ass is numb from the frigid metal bench that you let go. He thanks you and you invite him to the next study session with Rafayel and Zayne.

“Watching Rafayel crash out over DNA sequencing should put a smile on your face.”

He agrees before shuffling inside.

You’ve always been a fixer, wanting to help your friends and family with whatever they’re going through. Even if it means sacrificing your wellbeing. You know it’s not the healthiest thing to do, but it’s almost like you’ve been programmed that way. You spent most of your childhood helping Caleb through his teen angst. And no with Xavier, you can help him feel better, distract him. With Rafayel, you can study with him. Zayne, you simply knock on his door and hand him a cup of Jasmine tea. Sylus is a bit trickier. He hasn’t told you much about his family life and can be a bit hard to read. But when it comes to keeping a hall full of angry students from bashing down his door at 3am, yeah, you can help with that.

CAW CAW CAW CAW

You roll over and moan, already hearing Tara jump out of bed in a fury. She swings open the bathroom door and barges through, slamming her fist on the door to Sylus and Zayne’s room.

“Sylus I swear to god!”

You stumble out of bed and waddle through the bathroom just as Zayne opens the door, eyes heavy with sleep, his soundproof headphones hung around his neck. He mumbles something, but you just pat his shoulder and shuffle past him. Someone begins knocking on their main door and Tara takes the lead on damage control for tonight. You pull Zayne’s desk chair from across the room to Sylus’s desk, where he’s hunched over his crow. His fingers shake as he tries to maneuver the tiny chip into place.

“Did you eat dinner?” You shout over the incessant cawing.

He shakes his head and you open the top drawer of his desk to grab a granola bar. You open it and hold it up to his mouth. He doesn’t take his eyes off the chip, but does take a bite. When the chip finally slides into place, the cawing ceases and the crowd outside his door disperses. Except for Becket and Tiffany, the floor RAs, who begrudgingly enter the room to issue Sylus his second warning.

“Sylus, you’ve got to stop working on this in the middle of the night. If you get one more warning, we’ll have to kick you out of the dorm. So please… just go to bed…”

They leave in a huff, slamming the door behind them. Sylus stares at the bird on his desk, half a granola bar in his mouth. The skin under his eyes is darker, like he hasn’t been sleeping at all. You hear Tara say something about going back to sleep and Zayne puts his headphones back on and curls up into a ball in his bed.

“Sy?” He nods, acknowledging you. “Why can’t you sleep?”

This gets his attention. He looks over, frowning when he sees your exhausted expression.

“You’re not coming to dinner as often either. So, I’m not moving from this chair until you tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

He snorts and you pinch your lips together. Adorable.

“You’ll be sitting there all night, kitten.”

“Then you better get me one of those energy drinks you’re hiding from Zayne.”

“It’s not your job to fix everything, you know?”

You know that, but you’re going to try anyway.

“But I can listen.”

And there you sat, all night, sipping on a sugary energy drink and eating granola bars until the early morning hours. Not everything he talked about was necessarily related to his “problem” but you could see the relief in his eyes as he vented.

He revealed that his father has been relentlessly messaging him about returning to Seoul. Telling him he should have enrolled in Seoul National University to study business. Criticizing every choice he makes: where he spent his summer, wasting his money on tattoos or ‘toy robots.’ His dad has no idea who his son is or what he cares about.

“Usually, I don’t give a shit. It’s just been non-stop the past few days. I bought a burner just to avoid his calls. How fucked is that? Having to buy a goddamn burner phone so your father doesn’t call you during class?”

It’s around 7am when the sun peaks over the horizon, casting a hazy glow through the window. You’d moved to sit at the end of his bed since the Yale-provided desk chair had started to bruise your ass. At some point, Sylus had laid down, his head next to your thigh. When you woke up to Zayne’s alarm, his head had shifted to your lap, your fingers woven through his hair. You yanked your hand back to your chest and carefully slid a pillow under his head before climbing down off of his bed. Zayne had already spotted you, his arms crossed, silently judging you.

“Don’t look at me like that. He’s sleeping and the bird is quiet. Take that as a win.”

You’re not sure how you survived classes that day, but when you got back to your dorm Sylus was still fast asleep. You knew it’d be hell getting caught up on classwork, but he needed the sleep. And helping him study is a problem you can actually help with, unlike his situation with his asshole of a father. But you find yourself imagining what you’d say to the man if you ever met.

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“Please tell me you guys are on your way. Please. Please please please.”

You shouldn’t be laughing, it’s not funny that you’re running late to the party. But Caleb has never been so anxious about a party in… well, ever. Clearing your throat, you steady your voice.

“If you had joined us, you could have micromanaged everything yourself.” He all but growls. “Tara is helping Rafayel with his makeup. We should be on our way in about 15 minutes.”

Caleb groans, that was not what he wanted to hear.

“Just call me when you get here. I’ll get you past the line.”

“There’s a line?” You sputtered.

“It’s the Sigma Chi Halloween party, of course there’s a line! We’re the only frat that hosts a part on Halloween night. Everyone else hosts parties over the weekend. There’s already over 100 people downstairs.”

“Shit!” You squeal. “Okay, we’ll be there soon.”

You hang up and skip into the bathroom where Zayne and Xavier are getting ready. Xavier is more keeping Zayne company while he fights with his hair, he was the first to be ready. His costume was more a non-costume costume. Jeans, sneakers, a white t-shirt and a navy bomber jacket with a big NASA pin on the chest. The “casual astronaut” he called it. He just didn’t want to make a big fuss over an outfit he’d only wear once. Practical as ever.

“Zayne, are you sure you don’t need my help?” You offer.

He drops the comb to the counter, staring at his reflection. Putting on his glasses he turns to face you and raises his brow.

“Do you really think this is a good costume for me?”

You know he’s frustrated, but with his hair standing on end he looks like a different person. Add the glasses and sure enough, that’s Doctor Who alright. The blue suit he found at the thirst store is slightly oversized making the costume even better. Thanks to Sylus, he had a red tie and red converse. And he already owned a beige trench coat. You’d have to beg him to say ‘Allons-y’ at least once for Snapchat.

“You look perfect, Doctor.”

His eyes brightened, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He’s working his ass off to become a real doctor, tonight he gets to just have fun but still kinda technically be one. You pat his shoulder as you continue into the other room. Tara is basically straddling Rafayel to get his eyeliner just right. You choke back a laugh and walk over to observe.

“Tara, if you poke my eye one more time I swear to god…” She shushes him.

“How’s it going?” You inquire and Tara sighs.

“I’m almost done, just another… swipe… here…”

Rafayel wiggles and Tara slaps him, not hard enough to do damage but he still acts as though he’s been stabbed. He might be annoyed now, but he does look amazing. One eye smudged with red, the other smudged with blue, pointed curves of matching eyeliner dripping down his cheeks. Tara takes a tissue and smudges the lipstain on his lips so the corners of his mouth extend out. The purple in his hair had faded, making it the perfect time to add the red and blue temp dye. His costume was just as impressive as the makeup. An exact replica of the t-shirt from the movie, a thick sweater half red and blue, ripped blue jeans and a leather harness connected to his belt and choker. Top tier costume right here. He’d also painted a plastic bat since the frat wouldn’t allow real bats for safety reasons.

“Holy shit, Rafayel, you look incredible.”

Tara holds up a mirror and Rafayel grins, a cocky smile forming.

“Okay, Tara, I forgive you for stabbing me in the eye.” Tara hauls herself off his lap.

“I need to apply my lashes and then we are good to go!”

She runs back into your shared room. You couldn’t wait to get pictures together, the last person you matched with on Halloween was Caleb and there’s no chance he could pull off what Tara’s wearing. Black leather shorts, fishnet tights, a black velvet corset, chunky heels - all pulled together with a set of black devil horns and matching wings. The devil to your angel.

You’re glad your mom and dad aren’t here, they’d never let you out of the house like this. A white mini skirt, thigh high white socks, a strapless white lace corset with a thick satin ribbon lacing up the back, white strappy heels. Your white wings and fluffy halo, in perfect contrast with Tara. It’s not that revealing, but it’s still the sexiest Halloween costume you’ve ever worn.

Rafayel stands and crouches next to Sylus’s desk, where Sylus is typing away on his laptop.

“Are they staying in?”

“Haven’t fallen out for 30 minutes, so I think we’re in the clear.” Sylus said, his voice slightly off.

“So everyone’s ready then?” You ask.

Sylus closes his laptop and turns around in his chair. Oh how you wish you had been recording to capture his reaction. His eyes were already a main feature, but tonight they were even more intense with black liner smudged into sharp wings. So when his eyes widened, they damn popped out of his skull. His mouth literally dropped open, his gaze lingering over your bare shoulders, down to the little bows at the top of your socks against your thighs. For all the times you’ve been lost for words when looking at him, it was nice having it reversed for a change.

“Ahh… I wasn’t expecting… I thought - ahem - you look amazing, kitten.”

You could spot the fake fangs when he smiled, the little lisp he has thanks to the cosmetic piece is making your brain fuzzy. His costume was not too different from his everyday attire, maybe a tad more luxurious. Fitted suit pants, dress shoes, a red silk shirt unbuttoned so low you questioned your morals, and the amount of jewelry…

“Are you wearing every single piece of your jewelry collection?”

He stands, his hands held up as he examines them.

“Pretty much. Is it too much?” You shake your head.

How you’re just now realizing his hair is slicked back is beyond you, but fuck he looks fantastic. Rafayel steps into your peripheral and crosses his arms.

“If you two are done flirting, we have a party to get to.”

You shoot a glare in his direction and he cackles, ignoring your fury. He heads for the bathroom and you can hear him rallying the troops to head out. Sylus stops at his dresser to pick up a tube of fake blood. He’s about to dab some to the corner of his mouth when you stop him.

“Wait! Use lipstain, it’ll last longer and you can eat and drink with it on.” You pick up the lipstain Tara left behind, offering it to him.

“Could you help me apply it? Seems like you’re more familiar with it than I am.”

He sits back on his desk and you slowly approach him while unscrewing the cap. You gently hold his chin while you swipe the product over the corner of his mouth, letting a small drop drip down. You realize you’re all but staring at his lips, reveling in his smoky scent and allowing your imagination to run wild. Even if it’s just for a moment. You feel Sylus’s hand on your hip and your eyes flick up to meet his. His lips part, as if he’s about to say something, but he stops himself, hesitates. Before he gets another chance, Tara is bounding into the room.

“We are lea– oh… I am interrupting something fantastic, I’ll go!”

You back away from Sylus and grab her wrist.

“No no no! I was just adding the final touches to his costume, we’re ready to go.”

You drag her behind you, leaving Sylus behind as you return to your room to grab your phone. Caleb will lose his shit if you all don’t get to the house soon.

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The house was literally packed with people when you arrived. True to his word, Caleb helped everyone skip the line and get into the main house. You recognized his Top Gun jumpsuit and Aviators, he’d worn it last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. Obsessed is not a strong enough word for how he feels about Tom Cruise and that movie.

Of course he gave you shit about your costume, but he stopped himself from running to his room to grab a hoodie for you to cover up with. Tara assures him that she’ll keep an eye on you and she’ll personally punch anyone who tries to touch in the throat.

A few members of the fencing team are members of Sigma Chi, so as soon as they spot Xavier they crowd around him. Xavier has been looking happier recently. Turning up the intensity of your training sessions has helped him mellow out a lot. Sure, you’re so sore you can barely walk to class the next day and you have a few bruises, but you’re happy if he’s happy.

Caleb drags Rafayel and Sylus on a tour of the house while you, Zayne and Tara follow behind.

“And here’s the sunroom, we have a couple amateur artists who come in here to paint or draw. I’m sure they’d love to get lessons from an actual art major. Our last Bachelor of Arts member graduated in May, so we need more creatives around here!”

Rafayel inspects some of the sketchpads left scattered around the room. He shakes his head, clearly unimpressed, but does occasionally crack a smile. Seems someone has potential. Continuing on, Caleb stops to point down a set of stairs to a metal door.

“Down these stairs is the workshop I mentioned. Luke and Kieran said they’d show you around a little later.”

The house is massive, plenty of rooms to house the members who want to live close to campus. The main kitchen is locked, but a secondary smaller kitchen is busy with people mixing drinks and eating the various appetizers prepared by the staff. Caleb grabs a beer and offers one to the rest of the guys.

“Is there any wine, by chance?” Rafayel asks.

“Actually, yes. Finley is a big wine fan, he should have a couple bottles around here.”

Once Rafayel has his wine, Caleb finds you and leans in so he’s not shouting over the crowd.

“If you want to try beer, you can take a sip from mine. Just don’t –”

“Don’t take a drink from any strange men, I know the drill. I’m good right now. This place is crazy! The pool is the size of a lake!”

Caleb chuckles. Someone calls his name and he promises to return as soon as possible. You watch him run off through the crowd and take a moment to look around.

Zayne, of course, has found the sweets, but he’s also found someone to chat with. A tall girl, her light brown hair tucked up into a neat bun, her nurse costume only slightly revealing. She is wearing a sweater, which she keeps pulling closed to hide her chest. You can assume the costume choice wasn’t entirely her own. When Zayne smiles and points to a plate of macaroons she lights up, eagerly grabbing one to try.

Rafayel and Xavier have reunited. If you had to guess, Rafayel is the one who dragged Xavier onto the dance floor. But it looks like they’re actually having fun, so you can’t help but smile. Even though they’re roommates, they haven’t exactly bonded like you and Tara have. When Xavier started joining you and Rafayel for your tutoring sessions, they started getting closer. It was like they were trying to see who could keep a straight face the longest while insulting each other. Zayne has started keeping score, writing down the funniest ones to use on Sylus.

Speaking of Sylus, you look around and can’t find him. You assume he’s getting that tour of the workshop. Tara stays at your side, taking on the responsibility of socializing for the both of you. Parties are not your thing, even though you attended tons with Caleb in high school. He just had to be Mr. Popular. If it were up to you, you’d be curled up in bed with popcorn watching Halloweentown. But you wanted to at least try to be more social, try new things, meet people.

As soon as Gideon showed up, Tara was fidgety. You could tell she wanted to hang out with him, but that would mean leaving you alone.

“Tara, go! I’m fine! Caleb should be back soon.” She squinted at you. “Go! Flirt! Be merry!”

She hugs you before taking Gideon’s hand and following him through the crowd. You watch her for a minute, making sure she’s not being taken to some scary secret room. Gideon stops at the DJ booth and whispers something to the DJ. When the songs change to Tara’s favorite band, you want to applaud. Oh, he’s a keeper.

You decide to get a drink while you wait. Making your way to the kitchen was a challenge, but once you’re there you huff a sigh of relief. You eye the bottles of booze, a few bottles of soda, a large bowl of punch and a whole keg of beer. You’ve tried beer before, it’s not for you. The punch is just out in the open, who’s idea was that? Hard liqueur scares you, so you play it safe with a soda. You fill up a red cup with ice from a cooler and open a new bottle. As you sip the cool beverage, you resume your scan of the crowd.

“Don’t start without me dude! Hold up!”

A guy wearing a cop costume races by you, almost making you spill your drink all over yourself. You lean back and he pushes past. You watch him turn the corner and disappear.

“Dylan! Watch where you’re going man!”

A male voice calls out beside you. You turn to face the man, trying to hide the fact he startled you. An attractive blonde stands before you, his hair swoops down over his forehead, brown eyes so dark they’re almost black. He’s dressed as a firefighter, well, half-dressed. He wears the boots and pants, suspenders hang loosely off of his hips and a fireman’s hat sits on his head, but his chest is bare.

“Sorry about him, Dylan’s always in a rush to get somewhere. I haven’t seen you around here before, have I?”

You clutch your drink to your chest and put on a polite smile. You shake your head.

“Well, I’m Chad, and you are?”

Of course his name is Chad. He’s the most Chad looking Chad you’ve ever seen. He’s a bit forward, but his company is not uncomfortable. You take a sip of your drink before answering. He rests his hip against the counter, crossing his arms across his chest. A marketing major with a scholarship to play baseball for Yale. He’s funny, but not that interesting.

“Hey, is there a bathroom nearby?” Your chest feels tight, usually that’s a sign of a panic attack coming. You just need a few minutes to yourself. “I just need a second.”

He guides you to the bathroom and follows you inside. Before you can tell him to leave, a hand reaches in and grabs him, yanking him back, hard. You gasp, stepping back through the door to see Chad on the floor. When you look up, you find Sylus standing over him. Your eyes widen, confused by his sudden appearance.

“Fucking prick!” Chad stands and gets in Sylus’s face.

You open your mouth to try to defuse the situation, but instead, you immediately turn to launch yourself towards the toilet. Emptying the contents of your stomach in the most painful way. Your sides ache from the force and you gasp for air. A hand suddenly pulls your hair away from your face and you see Tara kneel down beside you. You can’t even ask her what’s happening, your eyes watering as you heave once more.

Zayne’s voice echoes through the bathroom. You see his hazy figure through tearfilled eyes lifting the cup you left on the bathroom counter up to his nose.

“I don’t smell anything.” There’s an edge to his voice. “I’ll carry her.”

Before you can try to speak again, Zayne is lifting you up. The pretty brunette he was talking to earlier drapes his coat over you and holds your cup carefully. Zayne carries you out of the bathroom with Tara and the other woman close behind.

The house is loud, so fucking loud. There’s shouts and grunts and swearing. You hear Caleb’s voice calling out for Sylus, then Rafayel’s calling out for Zayne. Closing your eyes, you try to shut out the noise so you don’t vomit again. You can see flashes of red and blue behind your eyelids just before everything goes black.

🍁🍂🎃🏈

You wake up on the bathroom floor, a blanket wrapped around you and a towel rolled up to serve as a pillow. Your throat is dry, your head pounding, stomach cramping sharply. As you try to sit up, you hear Tara’s gentle voice.

“Hey, take it slow. Take a sip.”

She holds a bottle of water to your lips and helps you drink. There’s a bitter taste in your mouth, only made worse by the cool water. You look past Tara to see Rafayel and Xavier curled up on the floor next to Tara’s bed, fast asleep. Rafayel’s face pressed against Xavier’s chest, his makeup smeared onto Xavier’s jacket.

“What’s going on?” You rasp.

She hands you the water bottle and you sit up a little straighter, leaning back against the wall. Before she gets a chance to explain, Zayne walks in. His costume has been replaced with sweatpants and a hoodie. Tara looks up at him from her position on the floor.

“The Benadryl worked, stopped the hives from spreading and she hasn’t thrown up in an hour.”

Zayne crouches and places the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Good. Have her drink another bottle of water and then try some crackers. If she gets sick again, we’re going to the hospital.”

Tara nods and you can’t stop the tears from welling up. The longer it takes them to tell you what’s wrong the more terrified you become.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” You beg.

Zayne kneels and looks to Tara, who looks ready to punch a wall.

“We think you were drugged at the party. And it seems you had an allergic reaction. You’ve been in and out for the past few hours.” Zayne explains.

Zayne’s phone rings and he stands, apologizing as he leaves the room. You’re numb from head to toe. Barely keeping it together. Tara crawls over to sit next to you and puts her arm around you, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“Wh-where’s Caleb?”

Tara giggles softly and moves over, pointing into the room behind you. You turn to see Caleb passed out on Zayne’s bed, snoring softly.

“And Sy? Sylus?”

“Tara, I need to borrow your car.” Zayne re-enters the bathroom and unceremoniously interrupts the conversation. “It’s urgent.”

Tara nods and hurries into your room. You look up at Zayne, taking in his clenched jaw and serious expression. Your stomach drops, which hurts given what it’s been through.

“Zayne, where’s Sylus?”

He sighs.

“In jail.” 🍁🍂🎃🏈

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longlostlibrary · 5 months ago

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TIMEZONE

Ken Sato x GN!Reader

Angst?, Reader isn’t actually in this; he’s just thinking about them, reader may seem more AFAB (I swear it was an accident), Post-Ultraman: Rising, Ken’s OOC in this - blame the fact I wrote this when my brain was frying off in a heatwave 6 months ago, brief alcohol mention and depiction of a drunk character

It went to voicemail. Again. It was what? The fifth call in the past hour, honestly he deserved a medal for his self control. His thumb hovered over the call button once again, he knew you wouldn’t pick up but the sound of you on the voicemail made his heart break just a bit less.

It had been weeks since he’d seen you, the Giants were playing internationally and you hadn’t been able to join him. It was times like this that made him question if all this was worth it. He’d always dreamed of this, playing in the big leagues, and he’d done it. He had the trophies to prove it hanging on his wall, yet there had been something cracking in him for over a year now, since he’d met you, hell, since he’d taken in Emi.

Rather than hit the call button once more he pressed on your contact photo, it was a picture Mina had taken without either of you knowing. Your hair was wild. The three of you; you, him, and Emi had fallen asleep in her room, only for you to wake up snuggled into the grasp of the 20-foot-tall baby kaiju. Despite the circumstances, you were stunning; soft and sweet and his. The photo was zoomed in on you and Emi, his family.

A smile tugged at his lips and he instantly winced. He’d not been sleeping well recently, it was hard to sleep without you there and your FaceTime calls could only do so much for him. The sleep deprivation had led to his coordination being less than stellar, not quite enough to affect him during the games but enough that he had tripped down the steps of the plane and landed on a pile of luggage, leading to a large black eye and several other cuts and bruises across his face.

God, he hadn’t even had the chance to tell you about it. His chest hurt the more he thought of it, 7000 kilometres, that was the only thing keeping him from you. He couldn’t believe he had to keep this up for another month and a half, 47 days. 47 days ‘till he could see you, ‘till he could hold you in his arms again. 47 days, 5 hours, and approximately 30 minutes if there were no delays in his flights.

He could do this, it would all be worth it, your smile when he finally came home victorious would be more than enough. Of course he knew that it didn’t truly matter, you’d smile like that at him no matter what, and he loved that about you, but it didn’t feel right to him. Getting that smile even though he’d failed, running home with his tail between his legs simply because he couldn’t go a month or two without seeing you. But who could truly blame him? You were the best thing that could ever have happened to him.

He drifted off to sleep with a drink pressed against his cheek and your picture in his hands, wishing for a third option.

“Sato’s off his game, it’s sad, really.”

The TV blared in the back of his hotel room, it did what it could to block out the noise of his teammates and the loud music blasting from the room two down from his. He couldn’t stomach the party, they’d won with him barely doing a thing.

“But we all know the saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall, will this be the case for the Giants player?”

He clicked off the remote, the flatscreen turning to black. That was enough of that, your voice echoed in his head. God, was he hallucinating? He could practically feel your soft touch on his face, brushing gently against the bruises, still yet to heal. 43 days now, 43 days and 12 hours. It was late, most days you would have been able to call but you’d been asked to work early and wouldn’t be back until nearly 8 am his time. He wished he could strangle your boss, it wasn’t like you needed the extra cash, you were just too kind and your boss knew it, that’s why she’d always go out of her way to ask you to work overtime.

Maybe you should just quit your job, he made enough for the both of you by a wide margin, being the worlds sweetheart, both as Ken Sato; famed baseball player, and Ultraman; Japan’s hero has its perks. He knew you’d never agree to it, much too dedicated to your job, a quality he both hated and adored, but a man could dream.

It was the sudden jolt at his door that roused him from his thoughts, opening it only to see the very red, exceedingly drunk face of one of his teammates. Which one, he wasn’t sure —though his jersey read 27— what he was sure of though was that whatever he wanted couldn’t be good. He was proved right when a moment later the man, 27, spoke.

“‘Ey, t’Shato,” his words slurred. How drunk was this guy? “Why don’ you c’me join ush?”

The woman on 27’s arm moved towards him, putting a hand on Kenji’s arm. He hadn’t paid her much mind so far, assuming she was a groupie or such. She didn’t look like any of his teammates' steady girlfriends, of which there were, unsurprisingly, very few. He’d been lucky enough to be graced with you, the same can’t be said for his teammates.

“Yeah, doll,” the woman spoke. “Why don’t you join us?”

He flushed a bit, more with anger than embarrassment, at what she was implying, snatching his arm back and away. He needed to get out of here.

“I’m happily taken,” he turned to 27’, “something you should know by now, rook’.”

He spat out the last word, more a taunt than a nickname, before closing the door fast. He needed to see you, feel you, if he did this much longer he might crack. The Giants weren’t playing for the next few days, no doubt the only reason that Coach had let them get wasted.

He pulled out his phone, checking for the soonest flight back to Tokyo. 4:30 am, 1600$ a ticket, that was in less than 3 hours. Who gives a shit. He quickly grabbed a change of clothes, his passport, and a toothbrush, scrawling down a hasty note to leave by the Coach’s door and calling a cab while he paced around the elevator. Was this the right choice? Would you be okay with it, that was the real question. Kenji didn’t really give a shit about his contracts or the scandal, but you, would you be disappointed in him? Only one way to find out, really.

He booked the ticket on the cab ride, getting to the airport with an hour to spare. He pulled up your photo as soon as he was through TSA, you at one of his games. He hadn’t taken it, he didn’t really know who did, just some random paparazzi, but the photo was as nearly as famous as he was at this point. It was of the two of you, your hands thrown around his neck after one of the games. His back was to the camera, but he could see your face plain as day, hair wild with movement and your beautiful, wide grin.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, it looked like you were laughing. The camera had caught you as you were pulling away from his lips, and the next day it was all over the papers. He didn’t mind, he’d wanted to go public with you for a few months at that point, this was just another reason he should. He remembered the way you called him panicked when you saw it, not out of worry for yourself but for him. God he loved you, stupid, beautiful, kind you. He couldn’t wait to see you, the photo still on screen as he boarded the flight, sending you one last text before going up in the air.

‘I’m coming home’

Author’s Note(s):

It’s so bad forgive meeeeee— this has been sitting in my notes app since August, I swear my writing has gotten better T.T

Anyway, the ending seems blunt now that I’ve reread it, so I might do a continuation in the future. I also have an old Vi songfic from a *slightly* later writing era I might post, but I don’t want to get into the habit of writing existing characters ‘cause I feel like they’re always so ooc—

Song this was based on —

#ken sato x reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #x reader #lowkey leaning more afab reader— I’m sorry T.T #maneskin #spotify #songfic #it’s timezone by måneskin. that’s the song #kenji sato x reader #ken sato #ultraman rising #ultraman x reader #ultraman rising emi #ultraman Ken Sato

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goldenngt · 6 months ago

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First Post!

Hi guys this is my first imagine/ blurb ever so pls be kindddd! I hope you like it and lmk any thoughts I would love feedback!!

Here goes…

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Prompt:

He comes home later than he planned and your asleep on the bed in lingerie

Long distance relationship, finally meeting again

You and Jude had planned a night at a really nice hotel for your reunion. You hadn’t seen him for weeks and figured a hotel would be a nice change. His plane was supposed to arrive at 11 and it would take him an hour from the airport. You ordered dessert from room service pre-emptively for the two of you, and had rose petals that you scattered from the door to the bed. The excitement ran through your body, you missed him too much. You kept glancing at the clock tryna gauge how long it would take him to get there, once it hit 11 you put on the lingerie set you bought for this occasion, a lacy hot pink set that made your boobs and ass look crazy. Then you hear a ding from your phone, Jude’s picture popped up, but your heart dropped as he says his flight got delayed and he’s no clue what time he’ll get there. You decide to lay down and watch some tv, trying to stay awake but eventually let your droopy eyes fall and carry you to sleep.

It’s around 3am and Jude finally gets off the plane. He grabs an Uber and is at the hotel within a half hour but he knows you're probably asleep as his texts go unread.

He reaches the hotel and checks in at the desk, grabbing his key and rushing to your room on the 25th floor, he knows you’re asleep but he still can’t keep his excitement in at being able to hold you and lie next to you for the first time in weeks.

He finally gets to your floor and walks to the door trying to open it as quietly as he can. The lights are on but he can hear your slight snore making him chuckle to himself. He drops his bag down and takes off his jacket to get comfortable before he lies down with you. Finally he peaks around the corner to see you sprawled out on the bed, lying face down in nothing but your lingerie, making his eyes bulge out of his head. He was not expecting this, making him even more mad that’s he’s so late.

His eyes land on your ass, and he can feel his bulge growing. He groans to himself “fuck me”, you’re so hot and he missed you so much. His bulge grows painful as he thinks about all the things he wants to do to you. But for now, he’s tired, he’ll take sleep as long as it’s beside you.

He quietly undresses, taking of his shirt and trousers, till he’s only in his boxers. Turning off the lamp, Jude crawls in bed next to you, making sure to cover you with the blanket. You stir in your sleep from the movement and he can’t help but smile from your furrowed brows.

“Baby is that you?” You ask, your voice croaky from sleep, the frown still glued to your face, as you squint your eyes open.

“Yeah baby it’s me” Jude chuckles, shuffling closer to you and placing a gentle kiss to your nose.

Your eyes flutter open, with a tired smile, you shuffle even closer, wrapping your leg and arm around him, stroking up the side of his torso. “I missed you”, you whisper, “what time is it?”

“It’s late, go back to sleep baby, we can catch up in the morning, I missed you too, but now I just wanna hold you yeah?” He pecks your cheek and admires your closed eyes and how soft and sweet you look in your sleep.

You nod, sinking into his embrace and nuzzling your face in his neck

Stay tuned for part two where I will attempt to write smut hehe 😈

#jude bellingham #jude x reader #jude fanfic #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham ff #goldenngt #golden ngt blurb #Jude blurb #jb5 #jb5 x reader

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mymindisneverhere · 6 months ago

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Playing Games

summary: Kelvin’s flight back home keeps getting delayed due to the weather leaving you a bit sad but he finds a way to make it up to you.

warnings: none. pure fluff 🩵

Masterlist

(a/n: I want to start writing more fluff and who’s better than Kelvin to be my leading character. Enjoy!)

“Nah babe, my flight got delayed again so I won’t be in until later tonight or early tomorrow morning.” Kelvin said. You could hear the disappointment in his voice as he spoke to you.

“Damn it.” You groaned into the phone. “Why do they keep pushing the flights back?”

“It’s the weather baby but it’s all good. Are you still at your moms house?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Just stay there and once I board the plane I’ll text you and let you know.” He could sense the sadness in your voice, slightly feeling the same way as he spoke to you. “If you don’t hear from me, my phone probably died but I’ll charge it as soon as I land.”

You let out a deep breath before responding. “Okay, I love you!”

“I love you too baby!”

You hung up the phone and stared at the screen, totally lost in your thoughts. Kelvin had been on a press tour for the past six months and while you enjoyed being the girlfriend of an actor who was always booked and busy, you just wanted to finally be up under him after not seeing him for so long.

“Was that Kelvin?” Your mom asked as she stood over the stove stirring the pot of stew she had made for the two of you. The weather hadn’t been too bad where you guys lived but it was freezing out and a nice bowl of stew always soothed you guys.

“Yeah, his flight keeps getting pushed back.” You pouted slightly, placing your phone onto the counter while you watched your mom prepare the food.

“He’ll be home in a little while, there’s no need to be upset sweetheart.”

“I know but I guess I’m just worried about if I’m gonna have to wait until tomorrow to see him.”

“You know that weather up north is always bad around this time of the year, but I’m sure you won’t have to wait until tomorrow.” She moved around the kitchen, grabbing two bowls from the cabinets and placing them side by side on the counter. “Grab the crackers from the pantry while I make our plates.”

“Okay.” You went into the pantry and grabbed two sleeves of saltine crackers before returning to the kitchen. You frowned as your mom hurried to lock her phone and flip it face down. “Ma, who were texting?”

“Oh that was your father, he’s out trying to get the garage to finally open.” She said, returning to a calm state as if she wasn’t in a panic just a few seconds ago.

You eyed her skeptically before placing the crackers onto the counter in front of you. The two of you grabbed the large trays that held your bowls of soup and crackers and carefully walked to the living room where you both sat and watched the latest episode of RHOP.

The two of you ate and gossiped about each housewife, giving your dramatic commentary for each scene, laughing and preparing for the next. As you watched the show, you couldn’t help but peep at your phone waiting for another call from Kelvin.

Another hour had already gone by and you still hadn’t heard anything from him. You tried to enjoy your time with your parents but your worry for your boyfriend was growing by the hour and making it almost impossible for you to relax.

“Finally got that stubborn garage to go up.” Your dad announced as he walked into the living room.

“Well if you’re ready to go home, we can drop you off.” Your mother said, looking over at you.

You simply nodded and stood from the couch. You stacked your tray on top of your mothers, along with the empty bowls and walked them into the kitchen. After a few minutes of washing and drying the dishes, you sat them aside on the empty dish rack and went into the back room to retrieve your things.

“Is Kelvin done yet?” Your dad whispered to your mom.

“He just texted me and gave me a thumbs up.” Your mom whispered back, nodding to him.

You walked back into the living room, wrapping your scarf around your neck as you looked up at your parents. They were sitting in an awkward silence, looking around the room.

“Why are y’all being so weird right now?” You asked, frowning at the two of them.

“Honey we’re not, we were just having a quick chat that’s all.” Your mom said, placing her earmuffs on and grabbing her purse.

You eyed her up and down then shifted your gaze to your dad who stood there with a nonchalant expression.

“Let’s go.” He said, holding his hand out signaling for you and your mother to walk ahead of him.

You all walked to the garage, you first, then your mom and your dad right behind you two. All bundled up in your winter coats, scarves and mittens, you and your mom got into the car first. Thankful for your dad starting the car ahead of time, you guys quickly settled into the warmth of the vehicle. The heated seats and warm breeze escaping the vents brought you a small feeling of comfort as you prepared to head back to your place to spend yet another night alone.

Your dad finally got into the driver's seat and slowly pulled out of the garage and onto the streets. You didn’t notice him staring at you through the rear view mirror as you looked out the window, watching the cars pass by. You had hoped and prayed that Kelvin would finally be back home, safe and sound but finally decided to accept that he would just be there when he could.

After a long 30 minute drive to your small neighborhood, you all pulled into the driveway of the townhome Kelvin had purchased for the two of you just a year and half prior. Grabbing your purse, you searched for your keys and pulled them from the very bottom of the bag.

“Thank you guys, love you!” You said as you exited the car.

“You’re welcome sweetheart!” Your dad stated.

“Call us once you get settled in.” Your mom said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Okay.” You shut the car door and walked to unlock your front door. After a few seconds, you finally got the door open and paused when you saw the walkway dimly lit with small tea light candles along the baseboards. You debated on turning around to have your dad come in to help check the house for safety but then a thought came to your mind.

‘Why would an intruder place romantic candles in my house?’

“I know he didn’t!” You whispered to yourself, finally realizing who was in your home all along. Taking slow steps, you walked down the hall until you reached the kitchen. There Kelvin stood in front of the dining table with a smile on his face.

“You are such a liar!” You yelled, dropping your bag and running over to him. He wrapped his arms around you, stumbling back a bit as you jumped into his arms.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Kelvin laughed hearing the genuine shock in your voice.

The truth was Kelvin had landed three hours ago but convinced your parents to keep you busy while he planned a surprise for you. He knew how much you loved to be the first one he saw once he got off of the plane. You’d always meet him at the airport with a big smile and a warm hug. However, this time around, he wanted to throw you off completely. He was always trying his hardest to surprise you but it wasn’t easy getting things by you solely because you knew your man too well.

You knew he was a jokester, always sneaking up on you, always play fighting with you and smothering you with kisses when you were upset with him. He knew that you were always a few steps ahead of him so he had to pull out all the stops to be sure you didn’t catch on to this surprise. Asking your parents to get in on it was the icing on the cake, as they were very open to playing into the surprise knowing you’d love it when it was all said and done.

“My mom knew, didn't she?” You asked, finally back on your feet as you stared at him.

“You dad did too.”

“Oooh, I’ma call them and they’re not gonna hear the last of it. I swear!” You rolled your eyes.

Kelvin laughed at you, watching as you paced back and forth trying to figure out how you weren’t able to put two and two together. Then it suddenly clicked for you; your mom constantly flipping her phone face down whenever you entered the room, smiling wide at you while you were entering your home, them acting weird when you were grabbing your scarf, it was all coming back to you as you paced the room.

“I cannot believe I didn’t catch on.” You said, dropping your hands to your sides and staring at him in disbelief.

“I got you babe, it’s okay to admit it.” He smiled, walking over to you to place a kiss on your lips.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and turned away from him as he placed more kisses along your cheek and jaw. You gasped out loud when your eyes landed on the couch full of bags. Dior, Chanel, Steve Madden, Victoria Secret and many more bags sat on the couch and the rest sat on the floor in front. There were so many gifts in front of you, you didn’t know which bag to dig into first.

“Oh my God!” You covered your mouth and turned to look at him, a sly smirk on his face. You ran over to the couch and kneeled down to the floor, scanning over every bag, so excited to unpack everything. It felt like Christmas for you all over again. “Babe, you did not have to do all of this!”

“I told you to stop saying that.” He said, walking over to the couch and standing next to you. “I like seeing you happy and if I wanna buy my girl a bunch of gifts, I should be able to do that.”

His tone became a bit serious as he stared down at you. Kelvin’s love language had always been gifts. No matter where he went in the world, he’d always grab something for you just to show you that you were always on his mind. However, you were always constantly feeling the need to decline those gifts because you didn’t want him to think that was the only reason you were with him. This never sat right with him and he never failed to remind you of it. He knew how much you cared for him, he never thought for a second that you were only with him for what he could do for you. But your constant need to remind him of that made him feel as though you didn’t think he trusted you.

“I know, I know.” You spoke softly, looking down at the gifts. He had just landed and was back at home with you, the last you wanted to do was ruin the mood so soon. “Thank you babe, I really appreciate it, honestly.”

“Open them, I wanna make sure everything fits.” He took a seat on the coffee table as he watched you plow through every bag.

There were shoes, clothes, purses, lingerie, perfume, and jewelry. Anything you could think of buying for yourself had already been purchased by your man. You two sat in the living room as you tried on everything, testing it all out to be sure you truly liked what he bought.

“You like it?” Kelvin asked, staring up at you as you pranced around in your new fur coat accompanied by a new pair of sunglasses.

“I love it!” You shrieked, turning to him and rushing him with another hug.

“Babe, you’re gonna break the table.” He said, reaching out to his side to prevent himself from falling over.

“I don’t care, I love all of it!” You placed a kiss on his lips which of course fell into a passionate one.

“Okay I’m a bit tired from the flight.” Kelvin said in between kisses. “I barely showered.”

“I don’t care, I missed you.” You said, still kissing him.

“At least buy me dinner first.” He joked, knowing it would cause you to burst into laughter.

“You are so stupid!” You laughed, finally getting up and letting him breathe. You playfully hit him on his shoulder as you stood to your feet. “I did miss you a lot though.”

“I missed you too.” Kelvin stood from the table and faced you. “But you’re stuck with me until I have to leave again. So that means I get to be your headache for the next couple of months.”

“Whatever.” You said playfully, rolling your eyes.

“Come on, I’ll take your bags up to the room.” He said, grabbing as many as he could before heading up the stairs. You followed close behind him, carrying the rest of the bags up to your bedroom.

“So you’re really tired?” You asked, placing the last bag in the closet.

“Yeah that flight was rough, I couldn’t sleep at all.” He said, placing his hands on his hips.

You eyed him up and down, folding your arms as you stared at one another. You hadn’t seen him in six months and now he was making you wait even longer to finally make love to him after a long wait.

“I know you can’t resist me babe, but just give me some time to rest.” He joked, placing his hands on your hips and kissing you.

“Fine, you can rest.” You said, unfolding your arms and turning to head back into the closet. “You’re gonna need it.”

Kelvin’s smile dropped a bit as you watched you walk back into the closet so carelessly.

“Wait, what do you mean I’m gonna need it?”

You smirked to yourself, refusing to face him as he yelled from the bedroom. You organized your new shoes to fall into place along with your collection and placed the new clothes in their color coordinated areas while he continued questioning you.

“Babe stop playing.” He laughed a bit, hoping you’d respond but you didn’t. When you failed to respond he immediately went back into a bit of a panic. “What you mean by that though?”

His voice had returned to a serious tone and you couldn’t help but to laugh. Finally walking out of your closet you brushed past him saying, “Nothing babe, let’s just shower and get ready for bed.”

His eyes followed you into the bathroom but his feet stayed in place. You made him a bit nervous but you didn’t care. He had his way of playing with your emotions and you had your way of playing with his. Getting your lick back was always your favorite part of your relationship with him and he knew it.

“Babe, stop playing.”

Please excuse any mistakes. 🩵

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poly basketball player ony and aran

YES

having two very successful professional athletes as your boyfriends was a blessing and a curse. they were caring, smart, passionate about what they were doing, and gave you everything you could ever dream of having. there hasn’t been a day where you felt any less of the queen you already are and from the outside looking in, these men were calm and delicate when it came to you. always around to keep you safe and happy. you were as happy as can be with them, but every relationship has their issues. the main one in yours was their competitiveness.

“i won nigga get off the sticks and go wash the dishes” aran yelled, pointing to the kitchen where you were standing. you had told them an hour ago to wash the dishes and instead of just doing it, they decided to bet a game of 2k on it. the yelling and screaming coming from the living room irritated you so much that you washed them on your own to try to drown out the noise. as ony walked up to you, his tall figure already saw over your head that the dishes were done. a remorseful look on his face as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. “my fault mama, thank you” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him before walking towards your room.

this was a constant thing in your house whether it be who dressed better, who was smarter, who should get the bigger plate during breakfast, and the most common, who loved you more.

“i love her so much, i bought her a plane when her flight got delayed” ony smirked as he talked, his big hands rubbing on your back as you laid your stomach on his thighs, the rest of your body laying on aran’s lap. his big hands rubbing all over you ass while he replied. “that ain’t nun nigga. i love her so much, i bought her a house in every state so she don’t ever gotta worry about sleeping in a hotel when my matches are far away” ony rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, giving him a “duhh” look before replying. “how you think she be getting to the houses nigga? she takes the plane….dumbass” aran looked away, an embarrassed look on his face as he thought about what ony just said.

“well my dick is bigger nigga, now what?” the dark skin male laughed, his hand leaving your back to cop a feel of aran's manhood. he gave him a knowing look. “be furreal nigga y'know my shit bigger. that was cute tho” you rolled your eyes, sighing loudly as you got up from the both of them. “ohh my goddd do y'all ever just shut up?” you spit before walking away to your room. before you reached the door a small smirk graced your features as you came up with an idea to help them get along. “both of y'all dicks is little so ion even know why y'all arguing furreal”your words brought a mix of confusion and anger to both of their faces before ony and aran turned to look towards each other. silently communicating there next actions before getting up and making their way towards you. “we gon see about that”

your boyfriends argued almost everyday, using there bantering as a way to show their love for each other. you knew they'd never downplay each others love for you for real, always in the others defense in the media when different blogs would try to put them against each other. they always saved their arguing for when they were in private or in the comfort of their home and when at home there was only one way to shut them up.

“mhmm i know ma” aran mumbled as he listened to your pretty whines. his big hands outstretched on your ass while you made out with ony. all three of you sat on your knees as aran fucked you from behind and you stroked ony's dick in front go you with your pretty hand, your other hand on ony's his shoulder to keep yourself from falling over. “how she feel baby?”he moaned as he felt your hand tighten around him. aran matched his boyfriends moan with one of his own. “good...fuck...real good da” his dick twitched inside of your wet walls as he watched his the darkskin male tightly grip your neck before giving you a sloppy kiss. ony's eyes never left aran's as he let his tongue slide in and out of your wet mouth.

aran knew was ony was doing, purposely teasing him to bring him closer to his orgasm, but he had just the thing for that. his big brown hands gripped your hips before he started deepening his strokes, his pace increasing to get you to moan into ony's mouth just the way he loved. "aauughh fuck papa m'finna cum" you whined, your hand slowing to a stop on ony's dick as you felt your orgasm approaching. before you knew it, there was a hard slap brought to your ass by aran, his thrusts never faltering as he spoke. “don't stop touching him mama, daddy gotta cum too” a smirk grew on ony's face at the interaction, his dick twitching in delight at your obedience when you brought your hand back to him.

you were enjoying every minute of this. letting the men you love take control over your body and bring you to some of the best orgasms you'll ever received. ony squeezed your neck, pulling you from your thoughts as he brought his lips to your ear. “throw that shit back mama, make em feel real good so he can fill you up. you want papa to fill you up right?” you quickly nodded your head, listening to his command instantly. the feeling of your ass meeting his thrusts made aran moan, his release getting closer and closer as he felt your arousal begin to drip to the sheets. your walls fluttered repeatedly as you felt your orgasm begin to rush through you. "m'cummin oh my god m'cumminnn" your pretty cry brought ony to his orgasm as well, his dick pushing out thick streams of cum that rolled down his tip and onto your hand.

aran began to deepen his thrusts, using your release as lubricant to move quicker inside you. “fuck mama ima give you all this nut, hold still f'me” you tried your best to listen, stilling you body from shaking in overstimulation as you felt all of his inches move in and out of you. as aran fucked you, you watched ony make his way to his side, letting you fall to the bed before giving aran a sloppy kiss on the lips. his hand rubbed up and down aran's chest just the way he liked as he continued to let his tongue dance inside his mouth. in no time he was cumming, his thick load shooting into you had he slowed his thrusts. “thank you da” aran sighed as he caught his breath. ony gave him another slow kiss on the lips, his hand still on his chest as he spoke. “of course baby”

as they brought their attention to you, they noticed that you were already asleep. chuckles flew from both of them as they got off the bed to clean up. “where you goin?” aran asked as he watched ony begin to carry your towards the bathroom. “we finna take a bath while you clean the sheets” the brownskin man sucked his teeth before walking towards your sleeping form in his boyfriends arms. “you took a bath wit her last time, you said you was gon take a shower wit me this time after we bathe her together” ony rolled his eyes, before turning back around to go in the bathroom. “that was before you made me wash your dishes nigga” aran opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by your sleepy, annoyed voice. "if y'all don't shut up y'all gon be together on the couch" the two men looked at each other, silently communicating that they did't want to have to share a couch between their big tall bodies.

“my fault ma”

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anki-of-beleriand · 11 months ago

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A Heart Made of Glass ch. 18

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, 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. Thank you for the support.

Nothing ever eneds, I thank you guys for being with me to the very end of this story, I hope you like this last one!

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

Epilogue

The first snow of the season broke into the sky without a warning.

America wrapped her coat tighter around her body, she glanced around the hall rolling her eyes when her ears finally caught the sound of bickering down the airport bridge. The hand grasping hers called her attention, and she soon watched the same exasperation in Kamala’s face when the both of them found Yelena and Kate bickering all the way out of the plane with the stewardess watching them with relief.

“Why are the fighting now?” Kamala finally asked dragging America away, “let’s go before anyone here thinks we come with them.”

America chuckled following Kamala down the bridge and into the airport, it had been this way since they decided to make the trip and go to Ulsteinvik for the holidays. Not something Mrs. Khan was happy about, and she had made it quite clear that was expecting a facetime with her daughter as soon as they got home, of this America was to make sure would happen without any delay.

They soon found themselves in a busy airport glancing at the signals around, before going for their bags. It had been almost six months since America had been home, and more than eight years since she had started the Young Avengers team with Yelena.

The world was a better place, but it was always expectant of a new threat that might as well come from the space as well as a different dimension. In all this time, America had lost friends, and had made new ones, she had found loved and had been part of a family that no one thought would be possible in this time and universe.

Kamala ran excitedly after the bags, speaking fast about all the things she wanted to do and see. America had always wondered how someone could speak so fast but she had gotten used to her girlfriend being a chatter more so if she was about to see her two heroes. America smiled happily when Kamala finally realized she had been talking alone while looking for the bags.

“Seriously? You let me rant all on my own so people would look at me as if I’m crazy.”

“I think you’re adorable.” America replied, Kamala rolled her eyes grabbing her hand and dragging her to the rental cars section.

“You’re lucky you can convince me with your sweet talk. Come, I think I hear the bickering from Yelena and Kate down this way.”

It took them at least one hour to get everything ready and to find a car that would take them down the road to their destination.

America glanced out of the window, and as it happened whenever she made the trip, she started remembering that first time Wanda brought her to Norway. She remembered how scared she had been, how lost and angry she felt at that time, and then how she found herself in the midst of more negative emotions that had threatened to just consume everyone around her.

A lot of things had happened since that fateful day and now America couldn’t be happier with the outcome. After a little more than an hour America could see the lighthouse coming into view, her lips broke into a smile and her stomach filled with exited fluttering.

“Gee, I think we made it just on time,” Yelena said glancing out of the window, “it seems as if a storm is coming over.”

“Well, it is just that time of the year, I’m just dying to get home and have bath, I don’t think I have one since we left New York two days ago.”

Kate wrinkled her nose nodding in agreement with Yelena, America rolled her eyes glancing at Kamala before they finally got a sight of the gate leading to the main entrance. America straightened up smiling, the house finally came into view completely and she found the many changes into the property that had happened in the last couple of years.

The small kiddie park to the sight was right now protected with a waterproof tent that protected the full structure and there was a couple of bikes tightly protected into the garage. Yelena parked the car and as soon as America stepped a foot out of the car she was jumped by a bundle of blue that came at her at full speed.

“America!!!” Tommy grinned at her, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist with his hair completely messed up, wearing a light shirt and pants.

“Tommy!!” America grabbed the five-year-old in her arms and lifted him high, he started laughing.

Kamala softened at the sight coming closer only to see another brown-haired kid watching from the entrance of the garage with a frown and a blue jacket on his hand. America carried the kid to the garage, with Billy still scolding at his brother lifting the jacket.

“Tommy! Momma said not out without the jacket!” Tommy pulled out his tongue hugging America tightly.

“Is that all you’re gonna say, little dude?” America knelt down, Billy hesitated before stepping in and hugging America still glaring at his brothers disregard of the jacket.

“Hi.” He mumbled, America chuckled kissing his forehead and pulling him up in her arms.

“It’s so good to see you again, guys.” America entered the place with Kamala and the others following them inside.

America smiled when she finally stepped inside the place she had called home inside her mind and heart. Her nose soon filed with the sweet aroma of fresh cookies, everything inside the house had been decorated for the holidays with a mixture of colours and lights that made the place looked quite homey. Everything inside the house had changed, the pictures that now decorated the main hall and the living room reflected and spoke of the stories that could be told about those changes.

Kamala found herself fascinated by the place, she had been to America’s home only a couple of times but this would be the first time she would spend the holidays with her family. The young woman made her way to the closest cabinet, and her eyes fell upon a picture of Y/N and Wanda smiling into the camera. They both looked completely happy, smiling while showing off the hand wearing the ring in their hands; right beside that one there was a picture of them in the Young Avengers lair with America right after the young woman had graduated from college.

Every single picture was taken at a special moment, and it was a continuity of stories the family had gone through over the years. Kamala let her eyes fell upon the last picture, her smile deepened when she saw Wanda the twins with America and Y/N on each side of the bed smiling tiredly to the camera.

“America?” You came right around the corner with your phone on your hand, your face broke into a grin coming over to the young woman and sharing a hug with her. “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

America hugged you back, and you felt how the tension from the last couple of days left her body. The twins were talking in fast Russian to Yelena who was kneeling to make sure she did not miss a single word while Kate watched the scene with a lopsided smile. You chuckled turning to the room, your eyes gleaming happily at all of them.

“You guys are earlier! I didn’t expect you until tomorrow.”

“Yes, well, this is my fault, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Kamala said turning around, she blushed under your stare. “I just thought we should come earlier than planned because the weather has been worsening in some parts.”

“Always the thoughtful one, right?” You came to the young woman hugging her as well. “It’s good to see you too, Kamala, how is your mom?”

“She is fine, just a little upset I will be gone for over a month.” Kamal shrugged. “She did tell me to tell you that she expects you will come by next time.”

You nodded knowing how Mrs. Khan could get with the subject of her daughter and the family in general. You went to Yelena pulling her up to hug her before kneeling and grabbing the twins.

“You guys, I’m so happy to see you, now some things first.” You declared calling everyone’s attention. “Wanda is asleep she hasn’t felt well lately, so I expect you to be on your best behavious, understood?”

This time around you looked at Billy then a Tommy, both of them nodded squirming around in your arms until you put them back on the floor.

“Yes, mom!”

“Now, guys, remember what we practice?” The twins nodded their heads, Billy went to grab the jacket stretching his hand towards his brother who made a face but put the jacket on.

“Now, help America, Yelena, Kamala and Kate get into their rooms.”

You stood up winking at the young women, “the twins will help you guys settle down, you know for as long as you guys are here this is your home.”

America came to you giving you another hug, the both of you waited until everyone had gone back to the car and leave the both of you alone. The young woman stepped back, her dark eyes finally analysing the state you were in observing the bags under your eyes and the weak twitch of your lips.

“Is everything okay?”

You sighed shaking your head, “not really, Wanda has not felt well and I am out of ideas.”

America could tell you were really worried about your wife, she placed a hand on your forearm looking around then back at you.

“Have you guys talked to the doctor?”

“Yeah, he made some test and it all comes down to the fact that…” You trailed off shrugging, “they think the way the baby is just like Tommy and Billy.”

“they have powers.”

“Yep, and it seemed whatever powers they had it was taking its toll on her.”

The first time around no one spoke of the complications of pregnancy, no one had prepared you and Wanda to face a pregnancy with a set of twins that had powers whose energy sometimes was too much for Wanda to deal off alone. While it had been difficult, America had never seen the level of concern she was seeing in you right now back when the twins were born. You offered a weak smile shaking your head.

“Don’t worry, go get settle and I will wake Wanda so you can say hi.”

“Nah, don’t worry, I will do so when she is up. Don’t wake her up.”

You chuckled shaking your head, “you really have grown a lot, uh?”

“Of course, now that we are here we can help with the twins.” America heard laughter and something crashing into the ground, she winced turning towards the door. “I better make sure they don’t break anything.”

You watched America leave, standing there for a few moments you then turned around and made your way back into your room.

The place was dark, with a single figure resting on her side breathing in and out evenly. Your face softened almost instantly and whatever tiredness or worry you had felt dissipated when your eyes fell upon the figure of your pregnant wife. When you and Wanda had first come together, you had always wondered if a pregnancy was really possible. You wondered how the miracle worked and if Wanda was ready to face the fact that, perhaps, whatever child that was conceived might not be the same twins she had imagined at some point.

The world, the universe decided to prove you and her wrong.

As soon as you two started worrying about if it was possible or not, the miracle worked itself out and soon Wanda had gotten pregnant. The young woman had been terrified and she had cried her eyes out to Natasha because the last thing she wanted it was for you to doubt what was happening. She was so afraid to tell you her latest mood swing and crazy cravings along with the morning sickness had been an unexpected pregnancy.

Natasha had tried to mediate, but Wanda was terrified, she had tried to gather everything she had done in between the time of conception and the moment she found out about it to ensure she had proof of her fidelity to you.

You approached the bed remembering the day Wanda had told you about the twins. She had cried and you had laughed, you knew it was bound to happen. The other Wanda had told you the story, and all you had been doing was to wait. Wanda had been so relief, she just hugged you tightly promising to you she did nothing wrong and that her babies were yours.

The sleeping form on the bed shifted, you knelt in front of her your hand brushing away some strands of hair.

“Hey, sleepyhead, how are you?” You leaned in kissing Wanda on her forehead, the young woman fluttered her eyes open with her lips curling slightly.

“Hey, what time is it?” She asked groggily, you leaned in kissing her slowly melting into the lips until Wanda was putting you to her.

“America and the others are home.” You mumbled in between kisses, Wanda sighed offering a wicked smile.

“So we have a moment for ourselves?” She wiggled her eyebrows and you couldn’t help but laugh at that, instead of taking into the offer you rested beside her kissing her face and neck.

“Mostly, the twins are in charge of settling them in but that won’t take too long.”

Wanda pouted snuggling closer to you, her stomach pushing against yours making it difficult for you to actually hug her properly.

“I love you.” She said suddenly, looking up at you, you furrowed your brow never growing tired of her words.

“I love you too.”

This time around the kiss was a reassuring touch of lips, a simple promise of comfort while Wanda held onto your form with need. You broke the kiss, placing your hand on her stomach the little life growing inside her stirred restlessly.

“How are you feeling, love?” You nuzzled your nose against hers, Wanda sighed offering a comforting glance.

“I’m okay, just tired.”

“Soon, my love, soon the baby will be here and I will be able to help you more.”

“You’re doing enough, Y/N, stop worrying so much.” Wanda could tell these complications had affected your greatly.

This pregnancy had turned out to be quite the ordeal, Wanda never thought this time around things would be even more difficult than the first time. The baby inside of her had been consuming a lot of energy, and the young woman could sense just how restless the baby could get at times but mostly whenever Y/N was fuzzing over completely concern or helpless to help in the situation. Wanda had tried to ease out your worries, but it was just part of your personality and part of who you were , and for that Wanda loved you even more.

“I worried enough.” You kissed Wanda again, needing for this moment to be special, for her to feel your love through the kiss while making sure your child was also aware of your protective nature. “I worried for you and the baby enough, I don’t want anything bad happening to either of you.”

Wanda cupped your face pecking your lips smiling, “nothing is gonna happen, now help me up because I want to greet America, I really missed her.”

You turned around standing up to give space to your wife, Wanda hid away her winced when she felt a pain on her side. When you turned to her she had already hidden her expression before grabbing your hand, squeeing it lightly putting you to her.

“Thank you.”

You blinked confusedly, “why?”

Wanda leaned back and the smile she offered you as enough to melt your heart all over again.

“For this.” She placed your hand on her stomach, then grabbed your other hand in hers. “For Believing in me, in us, for giving me this second chance. I love you so much.”

You furrowed your brows blinking slowly, your arms wrapped around her placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” This sudden outburst of honestly and love was not strange to you, but sometimes hearing Wanda voiced it made you think perhaps something had triggered such a reaction.

Wanda shook her head, grabbed your hand and dragged you to the door of the room.

“I just…I never get tired of telling this.”

You had been successfully distracted, Wanda could see the smile in your face while she tried to hide the pain in her abdomen. Making sure she held onto you she, follow you into the living room ready to greet America and the others while trying to forget her discomfort an enjoy the holidays with her family.

*****

In the next couple of days everyone seemed to fall into a light routine.

You loved having everyone at home, with Billy and Tommy growing up so fast and ready to use their powers, having some helped was always a welcome change. You and Wanda had been working around the baby’s room while making sure everyone was comfortable at home. Kamala and Kate had been ready to help you out while also loving the good share of stories you could share about either Yelena or America.

All in all, the holidays had become a real adventure and you couldn’t be happier to enjoy the time you spent with your family. In all that time, you had noticed Wanda had been quiet with just a few winces that she would brush off to continue spending time with America and the twins. You wished you could brush it off but the fact that Billy had been walking around her with that overprotective glint in his eyes told you there was something else going on.

You dropped on the sofa completely drained; the twins were on the TV room watching movies before getting ready to go to the city with America, Kamala, Kate and Yelena, while Wanda was taking a bath back in the room. You

“Honey! I’m home!!” Natasha entered the place looking around with her arms full of bags, she raised a brow looking around to see you sprawled on the sofa.

“Honey, I’m freaking tired.” You replied eyeing owlish at Natasha, the older woman snorted making her way to you dropping some of the bags on the sofa.

“So it seems. Where is everyone?” Natasha sat to your left, her hand playing with your hair while her eyes flashed concern. “You look sick.”

“Nah, I’m tired.” You replied sitting up while leaning against the older woman, Natasha was not completely sure about your words but for the time being she would let it slide.

“How was your flight?” You asked to Natsha who could only shrugged.

“It was okay, I was actually wondering if I would make it on time.”

In the last couple of years Natasha had been living in France, after he last mission and clear demands for her retirement she had made sure that no one, much less people from any government would find out where she had been leaving after getting off the grid.

“Good, I think you’re just on time, Wanda was getting ready just before we go to the Christmas market.” You straightened up nodding to the different bags now on your sofa. “Let me take you to your room, you can get ready because you are driving.”

“Oh, sure, put me through the torture of driving you and your wife while my sister and America deal with the twins.”

“You know that’s the only reason I invited you guys over, so someone can watch over them while I have my wicked way with my wife.”

You chuckled watching the face that Natasha was making at the moment, she picked up half of the bags while you helped with the other half.

“Please, keep those torrid details for yourself.” Natasha walked right behind you, her mind making a mental note to ensure you would actually have a good night sleep that day while watching over the twins.

“How’s Wanda? How far along is she?”

“She is fine, she just entered the eight month so she is huge and a little cranky about the whole thing,” You stopped death on your tracks turning to Natasha, “please don’t tell her I told you that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

You sighed in relief resuming your stroll, “I think she has been feeling some discomfort, but she is just to stubborn to say anything about it.”

“A discomfort?” This time around Natasha didn’t hide her worry, the last time had been difficult enough and this time around they had tried to make all the right arrangements to ensure the pregnancy was an easy one.

Tony had helped with that.

“Yeah, I don’t think is anything worth mentioning, but…” You hesitated, your mind was raising red flags, there was something bothering you about the whole situation but Wanda seemed to be fine. “I think the baby is taking up too much energy.”

“So, another powered kid?” Natasha snorted, though her eyes softened lightly. “Are you ready for another one?”

You chuckled shrugging, “obviously, I am not. But I’m just happy to welcome the baby into our lives, I love them already.”

Natasha smiled letting herself be told everything you had done ever since you and Wanda found out about the baby. She was happy to see she didn’t get it wrong the moment Wanda crossed the threshold of that very home to come and ask for help. Natasha had always known the hurt in your heart was deep, and that it would take years to heal, but at the end of the day, your loved for the other woman had been deep and pure enough to just work it out.

And now, after so many fights, so many heartbreaks and misunderstandings, happiness had come alongside peace for the both of you.

“Well, we’re leaving at four, so you ready to make the trip again? I wouldn’t mind if you stay…” You stated watching as Natasha yawned stretching around, the older woman winked at you.

“Don’t worry your little head, Y/N, I’m gonna take a bath and I will be there ready to leave.”

*****

It had become a tradition after the twins had been born.

They had been too small to remember those first times, but Wanda and you always remembered that first time. They were but babies wearing heavy coats and completely covered to protect them from the cold, Wanda had been walking side by side with you, her hand intertwined with yours looking around the town to see the Christmas Market already decorated and filled with decorations appropriate for the holidays. Every year decorations changed, and the Christmas Tree that decorated the main square was usually filled with crazy decorations that brough the attention of the children and everyone in general.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda, the brunette leaned back against your hold her lips curling into a content smile while Billy and Tommy grabbed the hands of Kate and Kamala. Everyone was enjoying the church choir, their voices filling the square with the smell of food and winter.

“Are you happy?” You whispered in her ear, Wanda tilted her head in a way that she could see into your eyes.

Her body relaxed into your embrace with a softening and a gleam you had come to associate with the state she was in. You smiled at her, and soon Wanda was kissing you slowly, the softness of her lips against yours danced for a while until the both of you broke.

“I never thought I would be happy again.” She whispered only for you to hear; you furrowed your brows but your wife eased out your thoughts. “And then you came into my life again and gave me the most beautiful gift ever. So yes, I am happy, Y/N, you are my happiness.”

You nuzzled your face on her hair, your arms tightening protectively around her frame.

“You are my happiness as well, Little Witch.” You pecked her cheek turning your attention to the twins, Tommy was looking back at you two furrowing his brows before turning his attention back to the chorus. “You have given me the most amazing gift anyone can give a person, my family.”

“My wife, such a romantic…” Wanda turned back to the choir clenching her jaw tightly holding her breath for a moment before easing in your arms to try and hide her sudden pain.

While you and Wanda were sitting in the back, America turned to Tommy who was grasping her hand rather tightly. She frowned seeing as the little boy was clenching his eyes close with a stressful expression crossing his young features.

“Tommy, are you alright?”

Billy perked up at the question, he turned worriedly to his brother grabbing his hand frowning at the obvious discomfort coming from his brother.

“Tommy?” Yelena put a hand on Billy’s shoulder to stop him from shaking his brother, Tommy had tears in his eyes lifting his head to America.

The young woman could see the distress behind his brown eyes, his face was contorting into a rictus of pain and confusion.

“Billy…” America started but soon the young boy turned around sharply lifting his hand.

“Mommy!” He exclaimed letting go of America’s hand and running towards Wanda.

The four young women and Billy followed Tommy’s actions, Kamala was the first one to react placing a hand on her mouth her eyes wide open when she realized Wanda was almost on the ground with red mist surrounding her body.

“Shit, what the hell…” America stood up and ran towards them while Kate held onto Billy before he could run towards his mothers.

“Wait, Billy, let’s go slowly…” Kate held onto Billy who was not really struggling against her hold.

Some of the onlookers had also realized that something had happened, many had tried to put their phones out while Kamala lifted a single protective wall around the woman. She and Kate exchanged looks making their way to Wanda.

You should have known that Wanda was not doing okay.

She had erupted into a fit of shivers, before exuding some of her magic and then falling with a hand on her stomach. Natasha was holding her from one side while you were holding the other one; Tommy came right away kneeling in front of Wanda.

“Mommy…” You glanced at your son then at America nodding at her, the young woman grabbed Tommy holding him in her arms.

“Mommy…is fine, baby.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, Tommy shook his head.

“Mommy, the baby…” Tommy started, your eyes open wide in terror when Wanda let out a scream holding her abdomen and crying.

The burst of energy coming from her was almost burning you, Natasha winced almost letting go of Wanda while locking her stare with yours.

“We need to go to a hospital, Love,” You started, Wanda grabbed your hand looking paled.

“Y/N…”

“Mommy!” Tommy struggled against the hold of America, watching with tears as his mom screamed again.

“Damn, I don’t think we can’t move her…” You hesitated lifting your hand, your eyes locked onto your son’s ones. “Tommy, can you help me?”

America put the boy on the ground and he came right towards Wanda, you smiled at him though it came more like a grimace. Tommy didn’t dare to touch Wanda, so he turned to you with big eyes.

“Baby, how is the baby? You can feel them?”

Tommy nodded looking half terrified, half powerless.

“Tommy, is mommy too weak?” You asked again, the boy glanced at Wanda then at you shaking his head.

“Baby, I need you to be strong, you will be with your big sister and your aunty and you and Billy will reach us in the hospital, okay?”

Before Tommy could protest Wanda screamed again, you twitched your hand in the air and the shadows consumed you, Wanda and Natasha. Tommy hugged America tightly, his tears were falling freely getting America’s cheeks and neck wet.

“Mommy.” The little boy whispered, America hugged him tightly lifting him in her arms, she turned to see Billy was now holding onto Kate.

“What the hell happened?” Yelena was as confused as the rest, America leaned back trying to make Tommy lift his eyes.

“Tommy, you know what happened?” America asked softly, the group was already making their way to the car.

“Mommy was sick. The baby was not feeling good.” Tommy mumbled, “she wanted out.”

America stopped death on her tracks, she glanced down at the boy furrowing her brows.

“She?” As far as America knew, you and Wanda had decided to keep the sex of the bay a secret.

No one knew about it, and thus so far all the colours in the room had been neutral colours, or those each one of the family favour. Tommy was crying softly, nodding.

“She is scared, she wants out.”

“You mean, the baby?” America asked once more, Tommy nodded.

“Is mommy okay?” Billy asked, the four women looked at one another then the continued their walk to the car.

“Yes, Billy, she is going to be okay, and your little sister as well.” America tossed the keys to Yelena who wasted not time to go into the car and start the engine.

The hospital was quiet, America and the others came rushing in until one nurse put a finger on her lips glaring at them. America was about to fight, when a hand on her shoulder distracted her. She turned to the source to see Kamala offering a softening stare, America huffed nodding walking towards the reception.

“Hello, good night,” she started in her most diplomatic tone, “I was looking for someone.”

“Of course, tell me…”

“America!” Natasha was coming right in, her pants had some blood on it and the older woman was looking tired.

“Natasha, what happened?”

“Where is Wanda?

“Where is Y/N?”

Natasha lifted a hand, she glanced at the receptionist then back at the women and the twins, she cocked her head signalling a waiting room at the other side of the hall.

Tommy and Billy were holding onto America and Kate respectively, America was comforting the boy in her arms while looking at Natasha waiting for her explanations.

“Well?”

“They are fine, right now they are in surgery.” Natasha explained, she lifted a calming hand to the sudden outburst of inquiries. “Wanda has been feeling the discomfort for quite some time, she didn’t say anything so Y/N or anyone would get scared and Christmas would be ruined.”

“That’s stupid! We wouldn’t care if the baby decides to come first! She could have told us and save us this heart attack.” Yelena crossed her arms looking away. “This is so stupid.”

Natasha let her hand rested on Yelena’s forearm, the young Widow huffed though she leaned closer to the touch. Tommy and Billy were holding hands, the came closer with their eyes filled with tears and their little faces showing the emotions going through them. There was a palpable tension in each and every single person in the hall, the sound of people coming in and out of the hospital alongside the voices of the staff were soon forgotten in favour to Natasha holding the twins.

Kamala grabbed America’s hand leaning against her frame, while Kate hooked her arm with Yelena’s one. The stood there for a moment, America berating herself for not being more attentive and letting those little discomforts pass instead of raised the alarm with Y/N and Natasha and Yelena.

“Is mommy okay?” Billy asked in a thin voice, he cuddled closer to Natasha who nodded briefly.

“Yes, Billy, she is fine.”

“Is her tummy hurting?” Tommy mumbled wiggling the fingers of his hand, “mummy was sad and her tummy was making pum pum pum and not bum bum bum like always.”

Natasha creased her brows at the explanation, she knew Tommy was the sensitive one and he was the one showing magical abilities that would be similar to those of Wanda. You had told her several stories in which the boy would be the first one to know exactly how others feel, and he was always ready to help. He had been the first one to sense something different in Wanda, and was always overprotective of his mother as soon as he found out he was going to be a big brother.

“Tommy, did you see something different about mommy?” Natasha finally asked leaning back, the little boy crossed stares with Billy before nodding.

“Mummy is always shinning,” here Tommy stretched his arms with big, brown eyes, “and she is warm, but…”

“She is gloomy and cold.” Billy ended having heard his brothers theory.

“Is mummy sick because of me?” Tommy’s eyes filled with tears, “I try to be good big brother, auntie Tasha, I swear.”

“Oh, baby no, you’re not to blame.” This time around Natasha hugged the twins tightly. “Mummy is just pregnant and these things can happen to anyone, you did so well protect mummy with Billy.”

“That’s right, Little dude, it’s just that your sibling wants to be born now, it is nothing else.” This time around it was Kate the one saying this, she knelt placing her hand on Tommy’s back.

“You guys are amazing, and right now that baby is going to be the luckiest one having such brave big brothers like the both of you.” Yelena continued placing her hand on Billy’s head.

The twins seemed to calm down under these words, both of them holding onto Kate and Yelena who decided to take them for a little walk to the hospital cafeteria. Natasha waited until they were far away before turning to America, the young woman had the same concern stare as the twins thought she was tyring to hide it behind a façade of faux bravery.

“How are they, really?”

Natasha sighed pointing to the closest chairs leading America and Kamala there.

“Wanda was in pain, her blood pressure dropped and by the time the doctor could do a quick checkup he decided the best option was for a c-section.”

“How is Y/N? Can we see them? What about the baby?” America was bouncing on the chair, her left leg was raising rapidly as she tapped the ground with her heel.

Kamala placed a soothing hand on her leg, leaning closer with her eyes on Natasha. America leaned into the touch dropping her eyes while taking a deep breath, Natasha saw as the young woman started taking deep breaths glancing at Kamala while offering a weak smile.

“Wanda is in surgery right now, they allowed Y/N to be there.” Natasha leaned back, she took a deep breath placing a hand on her eyes. “The doctor said this is normal, and that up until two weeks ago everything was just fine with the pregnancy, I guess having a powered child is really far too much sometimes.”

“Is she gonna be okay? What about the baby?” This time it was Kamala the one asking the questions, Natasha dropped her hand turning green eyes to the young woman.

“They are going to be fine, but we will have to wait.”

*****

It was past midnight by the time you finally could sit down on the hospital chair.

Your arms were holding the small frame of your daughter, a beautiful baby girl that was fast asleep with a crunched-up nose and closed fists. You held the baby closer to your chest, tears in your eyes while Wanda slept; you had never be so scared before that moment. The fact that Wanda had hidden her pain, and then the news that the surgery could be a dangerous ordeal and probably stressful for both, the baby and Wanda, left you powerless to do anything at all.

It had taken less than a couple of hours for you to almost lose your baby and your wife.

Your heart shrank painfully inside your chest, the heavy void that settled in your abdomen was still tingling inside your body.

“You gave us quite the scare, baby girl.” You whispered poking the kid on her nose, softening the moment she wriggled her nose but kept sleeping in your arms.

There was a knock on the door, but before you could say anything at all the door opened and you could see your friends and family coming on. Your eyes lit up watching as Billy and Tommy came to you rubbing their eyes, their steps were tentative and their eyes were searching around until they found the bundle in your arms.

“Where’s mummy?” Tommy asked in a groggy voice, you glanced at Natasha then at Tommy and Billy.

“Mummy is still with the doctor, baby.” You leaned forward nodding to the twins. “You guys wanna meet your baby sister?”

The boys nodded eagerly coming closer to you, both of them leaned forward being careful in their movements. Their eyes went big, and soon their mouths drew a smile while glancing at you and the baby.

“She is too small!” Billy said with his hand twitching at his side.

“She is.”

“What’s her name?” Tommy asked cocking his head.

“Well, baby, since mummy and I didn’t want to name the baby until they were born, we haven’t decided.” You winced sheepishly lifting your face to the adults in the room. “I guess she would be Baby Girl Maximoff until I can talk to Wanda.”

America approached you, her eyes showing not only how tired she felt but the tears she had shared moments ago with Natasha under the stress of the night. You nodded at her lifting your arms, in a silent offer for the young woman to carry the baby. America didn’t waste any time running to another chair and getting ready to hold the baby.

“You guys didn’t choose a name? Really?” Yelena finally asked watching from afar, while she loved the twins and she had helped raised them, when they had been born she had been the last one to pick them up. They had been so small she was afraid of hurting them.

“Well, we did think about it, we just…” You trailed off letting out a heavy sigh, your hand went to the back of your head scratching softly. “I want to do it with Wanda.”

Natasha gave you a hug, whispering in your ear.

“How is she?”

“She was not doing fine, they took her to the ICU for observation. The baby, she was so healthy and so full of energy…” You hugged. “The doctor thinks is because of her particularity, we still haven’t figure it out and he said if we want he could sent some samples to Stark Industries for further investigation…”

“You want them to dig into it?” Natsha inquired but you shook your head.

“I know my babies are special, Tasha, not because of their powers but because they are ours.” You replied looking while the four women all dotted on the baby talking with Billy and Tommy while making fun of America and Yelena’s childish behaviour.

“I guess at some point we will need to find out if it is too much, but for now everything is just as it should have been…Wanda was just spending too much with the baby and since she didn’t say anything…”

“I know.” Natasha hesitated before grabbing your hand. “You can go, I watch over them and the baby.”

Your face broke into a grateful smile, you leaned in kissing Natsha on her cheek.

“Thank you.”

With one last glance to the baby and the twins, you turned around and left to make your way to the ICU.

This was the quietest place in the hospital.

There were cubicles big enough to hold a bed with the multiple machines necessary to keep a person alive. It smelt strongly to antiseptic mixed with blood, the nurse station was lone but you didn’t need anyone giving you directions, you knew exactly where you wanted to go.

Wanda was paled, with bags under her eyes and her hair sprawl on the pillow. She was fast asleep, tired after the ordeal he had suffered early in the evening. You approached the bed, your heart ripping away at the sight; when your hand grabbed hers your blood turned cold. She was freezing.

With fear gripping up your throat, you leaned in placing a kiss on your wife’s forehead.

“Hey, Little Witch, how are you doing?” You held back your sobs, brushing your lips on her forehead. “You were so brave today, love. Our baby girl is so strong, she is with our family and her big brothers right now. We all are waiting for you.”

You lifted her hand to your lips, placing a single kiss on her knuckles you rubbed the single hand in yours trying to share some of your body warmth through the massages. You wished there was something else you could do, that there was something else you could say but at the moment you were just lost.

Never before did you imagine you would see Wanda like this. Bringing over a chair to be as close to Wanda as you could, you placed another kiss on her hand smiling through your tears you started talking to your wife making sure she knew you were waiting for her.

Wanda felt her body stirred painfully.

She knew she should be worried about, though she was not completely sure what it was.

She opened her mouth trying to grasp the air while her eyes were struggling to be opened. There was something holding her hand, it was warm and comforting, she stirred once more and with some effort made herself open her eyes.

“Ugh…” She let out a moan closing her eyes before blinking away the blinding light of the lights above her head.

“Wanda!”

Wanda knew that voice, without thinking too much she opened her eyes and sure enough they you were. Whatever fear or uncertainty she felt moments ago, it disappeared as soon as she registered your voice and saw your frame through blurry glances.

“Y/N…” Her voice sounded rough, unused, and her heart jumped wildly in her chest when you placed a single kiss on her lips.

“My Little Witch, you’re awake.” There was some commotion she could catch with her ears, she wanted to talk and ask what had happened, but the drowsiness was overwhelming and soon she was falling into a pit of darkness.

The second time she woke up, the light of the day was filtering through the blinds. She opened her eyes slowly, first making sure she would not hurt herself or that her body was actually hers and no more side effects of a drug were affecting her senses. Once she had made herself conscious of her body, she went to remember what had happened.

Like a jolt of electricity her hand went to her abdomen and she went to sit up right away.

A pair of hands on her shoulders stopped her from doing a brusque movement, and it wasn’t until then that she saw your face bringing over a peacefulness she only allowed around you.

“Y/N.” This time around the name came dry, but it was clear.

“Hey, Little Witch.” You stood up bringing over a glass of water with a straw. “Here you can drink just a little to wet your mouth and throat.”

Wanda did that, her eyes moving frantically around the room.

“Y/N, the baby…”

She gauged your expression, and while there was sadness there Wanda could tell you were just relief. You grabbed her hand putting some strands of hair out of the way, leaning in to place a single kiss on her forehead.

“The baby is fine, America and the others are watching over her.”

“Her?” Wanda asked confusedly, you nodded and this time around you couldn’t hide your smile.

“We have a baby girl, my love.”

Wanda sighed in relief, she lifted her head and you understood her need right away. When your lips closed around hers your heart soared with relief and love for the woman you thought you had lost. You kissed Wanda with the emotions that had overwhelmed you in the last couple of days.

“What happened? Are you okay? The Twins?”

“Hey, it’s okay, I will tell you everything and it is going to be fine,” you stated raining kisses all over Wanda’s face, “you don’t know just how much I love you, and how happy you make me every day, Wanda.”

“Y/N, what is it? What happened?” This time around Wanda couldn’t hide the concern in her voice, your actions were making her worried but you just kept placing kisses on her while grabbing her hand in yours.

“Just…give me a moment, please? I need to know you are okay, that you are here.”

“I am here, love, I always will be.”

You smiled before wrapping your arms around Wanda allowing the tears to fall, the fears that had consumed you in the last couple of days finally dissipating under the embrace of your wife.

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New Years Eve came with a light snow, and the glimpses of a cold wintery sun above the sky.

Wanda sat by the window of the baby’s room.

She was sitting on the nursery glider feeding the baby while everyone got ready to welcome the new year. The last couple of days had been a total rush, with everything happening in the blink of an eye without giving time to anyone to process the events. Wanda had woken up in the hospital after being unconscious for a week, the doctor had been monitoring her case and they had made sure she had everything she needed it to improve her condition but, at the end of the day, everything seemed to be up to her to get along with the recovery.

When she finally woke up, she found herself scared for her baby and her family. He could see the devastating effect the situation had on you, the lack of sleep and the deep pain this caused in you was still visible from time to time in your eyes. It had taken some time, bit after a full check-up and two days under medical observation, Wanda was free to go home.

Christmas had already come and gone, and now she was just waiting to start a new chapter in her life with you and her family. Wanda softened her stare when her eyes fell upon the form of her baby girl. She had been a miracle child; a part of Wanda had already sensed just the power residing inside her. It was all consuming at first until it was finally getting into tune with Wanda’s powers and energy. A part of her had always brushed it off mainly because she thought it was supposed to be that way, but after the scared all of them suffered she realized she should have said something about it.

“You’re gonna be a troublemaker, I can see it now.” Wanda whispered poking the baby’s nose lightly, the little girl opened her eyes watching her with innocence before snuggling closer to her mother.

“I surely hope no, I can already see the kind of trouble she will bring when she starts dating.” You were leaning on the wall watching Wanda in silence, the young woman smiled at you.

“Are you thinking about that already? She is just a child!” Wanda giggled when you approached her, your lips had always been a source of comfort and tenderness, your kisses made her heart tingled and her soul soared with love.

“Our child.” You whispered without breaking the kiss, Wanda sighed leaning against you holding the baby tightly. “How are you?”

Wanda could tell the traces of concern shinning in your eyes, she lifted her hand to cup your cheek offering the most tender smile she could muster you with.

“I’m amazing, love, thank you for always worrying about me.”

You mirrored her smile placing a hand on top of hers, “I don’t know what I would do if you were not in my life, Wanda. After we found one another again, you and the children became my everything.”

“I know, love. You are my everything, you and our family.” Wanda lowered her gaze where the baby was fast asleep. “Elizabeth.”

“Uh?” You furrowed your brows turning to Wanda.

“Elizabeth.” She repeated glancing from you to the baby. “A couple of months ago you started talking about baby names, and this one got you so excited at that time.”

“It has a lot of history, you know?” You replied rather shyly, Wanda chuckled nodding. “It is a beautiful name, I just…you meant it?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

You blinked a couple of times before answering, “welcome to the family, Elizabeth Maximoff.”

The baby was still fast asleep, but Wanda felt her heart melting under your words. She could feel your love pouring right out to her and the baby, your lips bringing comfort before you lifted Elizabeth in your arms placing her on her crib. A flash of doubt passed through Wanda’s eyes, but you grabbed her hand putting her to you, your left hand on her hip and the right hand holding her left hand.

“She is going to be okay, I will watch over her with my shadows and we can go and see what you sons have been working on in the last couple of days.”

“Oh, God, Tommy and Billy,” Wanda exclaimed ready to leave but stopped when you held her back offering a comforting smile. “I forgot about them! I don’t think…”

“They are big brothers now, Little Witch, they understand what you have been doing lately.” You nuzzled your nose against hers. “We all understand. They are going to be out there waiting for you.”

Wanda slowed down her breathing closing her eyes while melting away in your arms.

“I don’t know what I did right to be back in your life, but I just…” Wanda had tears in her eyes, you chuckled kissing her eyes softly.

“A part of me knew you were my happiness, Wands. It took time, and heartbreak but…we are here, together.”

“Do you regret it?” Wanda asked out of the blue, you blinked a couple of times before shaking your head.

“I don’t regret a single thing in our past, Wands.” Wanda furrowed her brow ready to argue but you put a single finger on her lips. “I don’t. Whatever happened, however it happened, it brought us to where we are today, if it hadn’t been because of this you and I would have never found our paths again and would have never understood the importance of being who we are, of always being honest…of never give up.”

Wanda didn’t mean for the tears to start rolling down her cheeks, but it happened. You cupped her face in your hands, your eyes completely locked with hers.

“We got together at the right time, and we came back to each other when we were meant to. Now, we have a family, and a life full of love and adventures, a life away from the dangers of the world.”

“I thought you missed it, that perhaps…” Wanda sobbed hugging you tightly. “I love you.”

You chuckled hugging her back, your arms wrapping comfortingly around her. You knew about her fears, she had told you everything about them in her moments of weakness. You were always there listening to her and comforting her making sure she knew she deserved to be happy and that, whatever bad had happened in the past, shouldn’t be replicated it in her future.

“I love you too, Wanda. With all my heart. You and my family are all that matters to me now.”

“You are the very beat of my heart, Y/N. Thank you for giving me my family, thank you for being my family.”

You kissed her with all the love you held for her. Your lips moulding with hers, your hands mapping her form while putting her closer to your body; Wanda smiled into the kiss her arms wrapping tenderly around your shoulders. You pressed your forehead against hers, her eyes gleaming contentedly as they looked into yours.

“Are you planning on the fourth child, Mrs. Maximoff?” You asked earning a light-hearted laugh from Wanda, the woman winked at you breaking the contact while grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the door.

“Perhaps, are you ready for another one?” She asked coyly, you chuckled shaking your head.

“Oh, I am, though I was thinking we could…you know? Have some fun first.”

“Patience, my love, patience always pays, right?”

You grinned nodding, “it always does.”

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Author's Note: So, this is the end.

This story was everything to me, and it happened in a moment of my life in which I have to live a lot of things. I grew so much, and I really love the final turn it took. I hope you guys like it as much as I love writing it, and I will see you in the next adventure!

#fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wandaxreader #female reader #imagine wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader

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Forgiven: joYOUs | CEO Steve/f!Reader series Part III

MCU MASTERLIST | STEVE MASTERLIST | Ro Roll | Prev Fic

Summary: You and Steve Rogers have been dating for a little over two months, and it's been wonderful. Through it all you've asked yourself if it could possibly be real--but when he finally invites you to stay over at his apartment, you realize that being 'real' has as much to do with his complicated issues at work as it does being a Hallmark movie protagonist brought to life.

WC/Warnings: 5,200 // explicit sex

As 6/7 of my Ro Roll badly-belated-birthday fics for @ronearoundblindly, joYOUs is part III in my CEO Steve and f!Freader series. This story also (more lightly than intended) is written for the 'first fall of snow' prompt for @the-slumberparty's December Daze!

Can be read standalone!

Excerpt:

“I have a confession to make,” Steve says in an apologetic tone.

Your mind springs to swift and miserable action: Somehow his good guy persona is a sham and he’s actually a real-life Christian Grey (honestly, you’d try it). This is all a bet and your naive honesty is embarrassing (horrifyingly plausible)...

Steve says, “--happened to it, I have no idea what, but the food’s ruined. We’re going to have to get take-out.”

His warm apologetic tone heats your fears into float-away steam, and you rush to reconnect with reality. “I’m sorry that happened, but I’m here for you, not your food,” you stammer out, only fully hearing what you’ve said once it’s already out there. “Shit, that came out--”

“--perfectly,” Steve laughs.

Joyous

You’ve tried not to read anything into the 36 hours of no-contact since Steve left on his business trip. He had warned you that he would be ‘can’t check the phone’ kind of busy, but you also know that his stress has ramped up considerably with the holidays coming up. You suspect that the café project hadn’t been enough of a respite--but you’d promised yourself not to push him too hard about his burnout, and that includes acting like it’s no big deal that you haven’t talked for a while.

Just normal early relationship stuff, really.

That all drops away like an uncomfortable bra after a long day at work when you get a text at 10 PM Friday night.

🪴🪴🪴: We still on for tomorrow at 7? I’ve been thinking about you since the plane took off from LaGuardia.

🪴🪴🪴: Whoops i

🪴🪴🪴: was only supposed to send that first part.

🪴🪴🪴: Hit enter too e

🪴🪴🪴: Buck give me back the phone. Don’t send her anything, okay? You’re hopeless, man. You have to leave some mystery. If she had any idea how much you talked about her while we were gone, she’d probably quit her job and leave the state. What’s. Oh shit it’s recording. How do I make it. Give it back. Bucky I mean it just put it down before you screwdriver

Screwdriver?

The (thrilling) mess of words take a minute or two to detangle, and once you parse the dictated back-and-forth, you realize that Steve’s subsequent silence is probably mortification. Adorable mortification.

The phone rings on silent mode, buzzing wildly in your hand. Surprise makes you drop it on your lap like it’s alive-- which it might as well be, because the vibration sends it jittering across your indulgent silk pajamas and onto the floor.

“Shit!” you gasp out, knowing that any delay in answering will probably make everything much worse. You scramble off the bed in a move so inelegant your sister calls out asking if you’ve joined her in Broken Leg Land. “I’m fine, just an idiot!” you holler, finally grabbing the phone from your crumpled position on the bedroom floor.

“That’s not true at all!” Steve Rogers’ voice echoes from the speakers. You must have brushed the ‘answer’ part when you picked it up, because of course that would happen.

“Oh my god, is there a deity of phones I’ve badly wronged today?” you gasp out, bringing the thing gingerly up to your ear. Thankfully, he’s chuckling, and damn, it’s sexy.

“Seems like it. Should we call this a draw?” he suggests, adding, “I evicted the phone thief, sorry about that. He just wants what’s best for me.”

“Which would be… screwdrivers?” you offer, grinning despite your rational brain screaming at you not to sound overeager. “You somehow don’t strike me as an orange juice and vodka kind of guy.”

“You’re right, and that was a nice deflect.” There’s gratitude as well as sheepishness in Steve’s voice. When paired with the ‘forbidden truths’ in the dictated texts, you may be sitting on the floor in twisted-up PJs, but your mind and heart are floating on a cloud somewhere high above Manhattan. “Should I send a car tomorrow?”

Surprise snarls the response in your throat into a twisted um-cough combo that is entirely indelicate. “Sorry, yes, that, yes,” you manage, kicking yourself. He runs a company, having a car service probably doesn’t seem impersonal to him, even though he’s always picked you up or met you somewhere before this. The Maiden Aunt in your brain tries to argue that the magic is over, but she’s drowned out by College TA, who thinks this is a step up in statistical importance.

Some girls get a devil on their shoulder, but you ended up with a pessimist and an overachiever.

“How about a do-over,” Steve says, interrupting your mental chaos. “Can I pick you up tomorrow?”

“Yes!” you say in a flood of relief. “I’m sorry, you said ‘send a car’ and all I could picture was one of those movies where someone in livery holds up a piece of paper with my name--”

He interrupts before you can gnaw past the foot in your mouth and up onto the ankle.

“I don’t mind driving, don’t worry. See you at seven, then.” With that, CEO Eye, Ear, and Heart Candy hangs up, leaving you in a flustered, anticipatory mess on the floor in your bedroom.

Jennie gives you relentless shit over that whole sequence of events, but she also gives you access to her closet. You’ve already run through your handful of fancy dresses on dates with Steve, and everything else gives you ‘someday I might go clubbing’ or ‘student on a budget’ vibes.

Your sister’s tastes run more expensive than yours, and she’s always been a fan of modular clothing-- skirts that wrap around, blouses with 3x as much fabric as necessary that end up folding and twisting into a masterpiece, etc. It’s worked out well for her while she’s laid up with a broken leg, but the unusual style might help you keep up appearances. You choose a black form-fitting pants topped with a silky wraparound blouse; hopefully they’ll look sophisticated enough for your first visit to Steve’s apartment.

True to form, Jennie makes three ‘wrapped present’ jokes about the two ribbon-tied sections of your shirt before you make it out the door.

Steve is waiting beside his car when you come outside. He’s clearly come from work, wearing tailored trousers and a crisp white shirt that looks so good you’re practically overheating in the brisk winter air. Then he smiles at you, and your body takes a detour from ‘visit to Arizona’ straight down to ‘the Brazilian Rainforest,’ all innuendo included.

Oblivious to your secretly disrespectful ogling, Steve moves to escort you to your car door, standing deliciously close by as he opens it. His aftershave smells heady and masculine, distracting enough that you turn your heel a little bit on the seam of the sidewalk. Your unbuttoned coat swings back and his hand moves to steady you, fingers tangling in the red ribbon holding your blouse together on that side.

“Oh!” you gasp, half because of his sheer strength and half because good god, if that bow comes undone on the street you’re not sure how much you’re even going to care right now. You gently grasp his hand (finding that, yep, the sizzling live wire connection on physical contact is still active), salvaging the knot for the sake of your sanity.

“Wow,” Steve breathes in a low voice that sends its resonance whizzing through your whole body. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmur intelligently.

You’re never going to tell your sister how many mental seconds it’s taken you to go from 0 to head over heels for this man.

“Do you need me to adjust the buckle? You were making a face,” Steve explains.

“Oh, no, I was coming up with something suitably embarrassing to text my nagging sister so she doesn’t send me ‘romantic suggestions’ all night,” you admit. “She means well, but I think she’s been watching too many Hallmark Christmas movies. Nothing I do or say will measure up!”

He chuckles. “I won’t comment on what my own nag might have to say on the outcome of the evening.”

“You mean the professional phone thief? He owes you, not the other way around! Telling secrets on dictation while your friend’s planning to bring a girl home-- and then sending it? Hung, drawn, and quartered.”

“Well, the method of delivery may have been terrible,” Steve says, looking over at you while paused at a red light, “--but none of that was a secret.”

The light changes, and just like Jennie’s favorite movies, he holds your gaze instead of driving on. You’re suddenly very aware of everywhere your clothing touches you, especially at your chest, where the fabric of your blouse clings to your curves. When you pull in a breath, Steve’s attention dips down to appreciate them, too.

“Eyes on the road, CEO Eye Candy,” you tease (not for the first time), and his expression scrunches up into easy laughter.

There’s an older, well-dressed couple in the parking garage to his building when you arrive, and the four of you ride the elevator up together until you and Steve step out. Just before the doors close, you catch the woman looking up at her husband fondly, nodding toward the two of you. No pressure! you think to yourself again, but then Steve opens the door to his apartment and smiles with such honest happiness that you forget everything else but him.

Just like he is, the main room is a charming mix of vintage and modern, with warm wood accents and high-tech amenities. There’s something both open and intimate that hits you right away; the floor is dotted with comforting rugs, the walls with bookcases, creating cozy little nooks, but the lamplight is warm and inviting throughout.

“I need to start the oven,” Steve says with a light touch to your arm, gesturing to take your coat. You nod and hand it over before you step farther in, finally letting yourself glance beyond the bookshelves of classics and the homey crochet afghan to the view.

It’s completely captivating. The wall of windows face east, showing the lively cityscape to glorious effect (and you can’t help but picture what the sunrise would look like!). It suddenly hits you that you’re in Steve’s space. There are no phones to ring and save you from a misstep, no waitress to break the tension, no dog running past chasing its ball in the grass.

If he sees just how far gone you are on him already, will Steve think you’re a gold-digger, or will he understand that you can’t help but be dazzled and drawn in by the kind of man he is, not the things he surrounds himself with?

“Are you all right?” Steve asks. You startle, making eye contact with his reflection in the window, and something about the intimacy of that makes you tell the absolute truth.

“I’m realizing there are no flowerpots to hide behind.”

He smiles and moves closer, one hand casually in his pocket. When he’s just near enough that you can feel his warmth through the back of your blouse, Steve tips his head in a move that bleeds sincerity, still holding your gaze.

“What if you didn’t have to hide?”

You can’t look away. “What if that doesn’t make me any less shy?”

“Makes it all the more rewarding to earn that smile of yours,” Steve says, moving to face you instead of the view.

The weight of where you are, who you’re with, and how much it means to you keeps your gaze glued to the view outside the window, but the city lights blur a little with the frequency of your blinking. You want to reassure him that the shyness is good actually, that it means you really like him, that what he thinks about you is important--

“I have a confession to make,” Steve says in an apologetic tone.

Steve says, “--happened to it, I have no idea what, but the food’s ruined. We’re going to have to get take-out.”

“--perfectly,” Steve laughs. You can’t help but toss him the Skeptical Eyebrow, despite your heart voting on the ‘melt’ option. “I’m being serious,” he goes on. “Honesty is in rare supply for much of my day-to-day. Suppliers expect us to push for cheaper materials, manufacturers are uncomfortable with flexible deadlines, and we’ve fired multiple product designers who get upset by how much we rely on end-user feedback.” He lets out a long sigh, punctuating it with a rueful laugh. “I felt more relaxed with the construction crew than I do with my so-called ‘peers.’”

The frustrated defeat in his tone makes you step close to tuck yourself up against his side, hugging him with an arm around his back. Steve’s arm comes around you right away, and god, you wish you could bottle that feeling. The two of you have shared quite a few toe-curling kisses, but physical affection like this is exciting, despite being prompted by Steve’s ongoing business concerns.

It’s easy to believe that this part of your life isn’t real when you’re at work answering phones and giving directions. You’re never prepared for the way Steve tips your life upside down, and in a way that makes moments like this more magical. Late at night, you do sometimes worry your job at his company makes it harder for him to disconnect.

With his heartbeat thrumming under your cheek and his arm tucked around you, that concern feels as far away as the streetlights visible across the city. There’s still a thread of tenseness in his embrace that tells you he’s not as relaxed as you are. You might not have the money to take him out for a fancy dinner or attend an exclusive event, but you can show him he’s wanted.

“So what you’re saying is that we should brainstorm another building project for the lobby? Preferably within sightlines of the front desk?”

You get to feel his laugh before you hear it.

“Oh, I wish. I’ve actually started looking into Habitat For Humanity, a couple of other hands-on charities,” Steve tells you, squeezing you tighter against him for a second or two. “They’ve got experience with higher profile contributors, safety concerns, that sort of thing.”

The moment hangs. Humor isn’t enough.

“That doesn’t solve the underlying problem though, because the problem isn’t you,” you realize aloud.

“You’re right.” Steve kisses your hairline, but you can sense that his metaphorically held breath isn’t going to release like this. You’re struck by the rightness of your reflection; the two of you fit together so well visually that it’s easy to miss his job insecurities and your uncertain future. Movement beyond the surface catches your eye, and you realize it’s the perfect way to break the tension.

“Oh! It’s snowing!”

“Those are some giant snowflakes.” He hugs you to him briefly before stepping over to a small panel on the wall. “May I?”

The more time you spend with him, the braver you feel. “I’m going to say yes, even though I don’t know what you’re asking.”

Steve’s answering smile is blindingly handsome. “Watch,” he says, nodding to the view. A second later the lights in the room dim or shut off, heightening the glowing cityscape outside. There’s a beauty to the familiar hodgepodge of buildings, more so with the fairy dust of snow drifting down from above.

“It’s like a snowglobe,” you say, tearing your eyes away from the scene to look at Steve. To your surprise, he’s not looking outside, he’s looking at you.

“May I?” he asks again. Heart pounding, you nod, and he walks toward you, his features thrown into sharp relief by the dim light. When Steve finally reaches you, the anticipation has doused you with fuel set alight by the touch of his hand at your cheek.

This kiss is nothing like the gentle exploration that was your first with Steve. Where then you were still learning each other, this is knowledge. He lifts you up against him effortlessly, his thumb tangling with the ties of your blouse in a way that pulls it taut against your breasts. You let out a gasp as he kisses his way down from your neck over to the neckline of your blouse, making a begging sound of his own.

It sounds like enough of a ‘May I?’ that you whisper, “Yes.”

In three large strides he’s at the couch, setting you onto your feet as he sweeps the afghan and pillows out of the way. When he turns to face you again, you offer him the end of the ribbon tie holding your blouse together.

The reverence with which Steve pulls it loose is sexy as hell, but you absolutely adore the way he locks eyes with you and keeps your gaze when the fabric falls away. You pull in a ragged breath, and his gaze sharpens.

“What do you want?” he asks, his own answer ringing in the undertones.

You want everything, as far into the future as fate allows, but you force yourself to focus on the here and now. “I-- God, I just want you. I want-- oh!” You press your lips together to stop yourself, shy again. There’s honesty, and then there’s honesty. In that confident but gentle way he has, Steve knows exactly what to say.

“Whatever it is, yes.”

He takes your hand and backs the few inches to the couch, sitting down and tugging gently, a clear but respectful invitation. Steve takes a few seconds to just look at you, his eyes tracing across your features and down to the structure of your blouse. He’d mentioned his sketchbook at one of your early-on dates but never elaborated; now the way he unerringly follows each ribbon with his eyes, fingertips, and then lips make you feel like a work of art.

By the time your shirt drops to the floor, you’re practically drunk on the honest arousal you can taste on his lips--and you’re still mostly dressed! One thing you’re certain of: no one will ever make you feel as much like a medieval harlot and an object of worship at the same time like Steve Rogers.

Reluctantly, you draw back from his addictive kisses, pulling his hand from your cheek to briefly kiss his palm. “I’m going to ask you something, and you’re going to answer me without trying to smooth anything over, got it?”

Steve’s gaze darkens with an amused sort of interest. “I’ll see where you’re going with this, but you should know that there are two places I like to be in charge: the boardroom and the bedroom.”

His tone is gentle, but with an undercurrent of steel. You’re completely unable to stop the way your breath catches and your thighs clench. Sweet fires of hell, this man is perfect.

“It’s a deal,” you manage to squeak out.

“Go on, then.” Steve lifts a hand to brush his thumb along your hairline, down your cheek to press against your lips, dragging them open. From there, he continues to where the swell of your breast meets the lace of your bra, skirting your nipple by lifting his hand up to clasp with the other hand behind his head. Throughout, his gaze holds yours, intense and commanding.

“Sure, show me up, like I’m going to remember anything more than my own name, at this point,” you whisper-whine.

“I used it a few times on my recent trip.” His soft admission is in direct contrast to his casual, confident body language. You’re starting to realize there’s a stronger dichotomy to Steve than you thought. Will you get to have the kind, thoughtful boyfriend who saves you from an evening of elitist tedium and a fierce, possessive lover?

Will you survive, if so?

“Tell me. I’m getting a little jealous of whatever it is you’re thinking about,” Steve intones.

You stop biting your lip and grin. “I’m filing away these new pieces of information about you. Just… don’t ask me where I’m filing them.”

“Oh, I will.”

His voice is like a caress that cascades over you, pausing at your most sensitive places. You shiver, both for your own acknowledgment of the sexual tension and for him to appreciate his effect on you. After letting out a breath that’s more like a yearning sigh, you set your hands on the top button of his dress shirt. With Steve’s steady gaze on you, though, you’re questioning yourself.

“My plan sounds stupid in my head now, with you oozing all of this confidence.”

Immediately, his hand covers yours, setting off sparks with every swipe of his thumb on your skin. “At work it’s a facade, a persona, even--and not a flattering one. I didn’t think I could shake it off, the night of the gala. It’s more natural when--” He interrupts himself by pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss.

“You’re not faking it here,” you observe minutes later. The whole concept is knocking you sideways, but-- “Okay, I need to tell you I’m picturing you in one of those tailored suits commanding a room of powerful people and that is just sexy as hell.”

He rocks his hips up into you. “I’ll let them know--but, roll back a minute. What was your plan? Better yet,” Steve interrupts himself, setting a heavy hand on your hip to hold you still as he grinds up against you again. “Show me.”

His confidence is literally rubbing off on you. “All right, but fair warning: it’s very ‘over-eager receptionist peeks at you between decorative plants.’” As soon as the words are out of your mouth, his warm hand travels from your hip around and down, fingertips pushing aside your waistbands to firmly grip your ass.

“I know exactly who I’m here with.”

There’s enough of the altruistic, spend-a-week-building-with-the-bros tone in his voice to be reassuring, and you nod.

“Right, then.” Briskly, with the heat of arousal singing through you from every point of contact, you unbutton the top button of his dress shirt. “You’re kind.” Button two: “You’re moral and fair.” Your eyes are focused on your ‘work,’ but you can see Steve break into a smile. At button three, you’re almost halfway down. “You’re a hard worker.”

Steve lets out a deep ‘Mmmm’ sound. Thanks to his ass-grab leverage, he blatantly moves your hips in time with his for a cycle of thrusts that leave you breathless. You can’t look at him, so you clear your throat like a prudish schoolmarm and meticulously unbutton #4.

“You’re good at your… job.” It takes a little while to free this button, so you end up worrying your lower lip with your teeth as you try. Once you’re finished, with anticipation lifting every single hair follicle on your body, only then do you make eye contact.

He mutters ‘fuck’ and reaches between the two of you to unbuckle his belt, popping his trouser snap with an expression that challenges you to object.

There are two shirt buttons left.

You’re completely out of your depth, as desperate to come as you may have ever been in your entire existence, and you have zero idea what else to say--but you reach for button number five.

You wet your lips. Slowly.

Steve grips the couch with his free hand-- but the one he’s holding onto you with is still firm and not at all bruising (not that you’d mind. You’ll paint yourself with this man’s passion if he lets you).

“You’re passionate.”

He makes a cut-off sort of growl in the back of his throat when you move to the last button. You can see the heavy bulge of his cock in his boxer briefs just an inch away from your palms. In a perfect world, you’d say ‘fuck it’ to coming up with another word. In a perfect world, you’d reward both of you by giving up and sliding to your knees, demonstrating exactly how much you appreciate this tall, sexy, beast of an honorable man--and then you have an idea.

Your borrowed pants have a simple clasp, and you move your hands slowly from Steve’s last remaining shirt button to release it, incidentally dragging across his straining cock as you do so. The blatant teasing gets ‘worse’ when you draw down your zipper, nudging, rubbing, and pressing until it’s fully unzipped.

Throughout, Steve’s hand on your ass remains steady, but his breathing grows more and more ragged.

Finally, you lift your hands up and away, denying him any more contact before dropping down to reach for the last button.

“You--” he rumbles, but you interrupt him with two words.

“You’re patient.”

With a practically incomprehensible oath that thoroughly refutes your last impudent compliment, Steve shoves down your loosened clothing and angles the two of you to the side on the couch, all in a single action. Then he sinks two fingers inside you roughly, both of you groaning at the desperate, glorious pleasure of it.

You cram a fist in your mouth, but he stops in the middle of his one-handed shucking of his pants and boxers to yank your fist free.

“All through that shitty conference I imagined the noises you’d make tonight,” Steve grits out, looking down at you with naked desire in his eyes. He twists his fingers mid thrust, and you can’t help but cry out, your hips chasing every movement his talented, devastating fingers perform on you.

You’re already so close. The white-hot, catastrophic release starts to cloud your vision, stayed only by your delayed understanding of what he just said.

“Wait, you’re saying during the--”

Steve kicks the last inches of his lower clothing free and swaps hands deftly, spreading your arousal on his cock with an ‘Mmmm’ of pleasure so filthy you flutter around his fingers in pre-orgasmic shock.

“Thinking about you genuinely kept me sane, and I'm going to turn those daydreams into reality,” he rasps, a modern Greek god with the morals of a saint and the body of a satyr, as if you could ever do anything but gratefully worship him.

You mouth something like the word “Yes,” too desperate for anything more coherent.

The pleasure that follows his first deep thrust is ruinous. You forget everything but Steve, the taste of praise on his lips, the delight his touch chases across your skin, and most of all, the power he arches into you, music and mayhem and meaning, all at once. By the time you’re shuddering around each other you’ve ended up on the floor in front of his couch--and you only notice because Steve’s got a hand cradling the back of your head.

“I’m out of adjectives,” you whisper weakly. “All of the good ones. Most of the naughty ones. Fuck, other languages, too. Even extinct ones. You’re fluent in everything.”

Steve pulls you to his chest and does something athletic that ends with you on the couch beside him, his soft homemade afghan covering the most pertinent parts of your nakedness.

“You make me want to be fluent in everything,” he murmurs. “And, thank you.” Steve grabs his shirt and holds it in front of his crotch. “I’ll get a washcloth.”

He’s jogging farther into the apartment before you can respond, but something about his protective actions trigger a flurry of realization, something you should be--

Oh.

The fall of snow past the giant picture windows brings reality crashing into you. You just had glorious, intense, messy sex in a room that is visible from other nearby buildings!

Steve reappears with a soft-looking washcloth. He’s wearing pajama pants, with what looks like a matching long-sleeved top slung over his shoulder.

“I forgot about the windows,” you say in a small voice, taking the washcloth and using it under the afghan.

“Oh, right,” he says in a completely un-worried voice. Steve looks over at you, sees the half-scared expression on your face, and his demeanor sort of… softens. It’s both obvious and hard to quantify, and it hits you that he’s almost certainly done that before, even if you hadn’t noticed. You imagine there’s a lot of things his clothes and a carefully-crafted facial expression would cover for. He sits down beside you on the couch and offers you the shirt as he says, “The couch is recessed enough into the room that it’s not very visible, I think, but I wasn’t thinking, and I should have asked you about that. I’m sorry.”

He looks like he’s about to say something else, and you ask him about that while pulling on his proffered pajama top, juggling the blanket in the process.

“Would it be strange to say I get very… goals-oriented?” he asks, rueful and amused in equal measure.

“How much different a ‘persona’ are we talking, here?”

The question is meant playfully, but Steve takes long enough to answer that you can feel the warmth of the washcloth start to fade in your hand.

“Too different for comfort, I’m coming to realize.”

He reaches for the washcloth, but you pull it close and get up, gesturing for him to lead you to wherever you can rinse it out. On the way, you can’t help but eye the windows in a new way, perhaps as unintentional adversaries.

“I haven’t let myself be truly seen in a long time,” Steve says as you drape the rinsed washcloth on a drying rack in the dimly-lit kitchen area. “The reason is--well, it might be insulting, but it’s honest.”

You resist the urge to hug your arms around yourself. He’s given you a shirt to wear that matches his, and you were serious with those compliments earlier, despite the pleasure-wrought desperation you felt as you spoke them. “Go on?”

“You’re yourself with me. Not fawning. There’s no facade, no attempt to pretend you have more money or influence. That’s rare. Precious even.”

His statement stings, despite everything that’s happened tonight, despite the way his compliment hews off the rough edges. There’s no derision or judgment in his tone, so you smile at him, albeit stiffly.

“I don’t really have a way to hide those things. I’m me. I figured if you were bothered by--” you wince, feeling a sense of inferiority rise up inside you (dropped out of college, pulled out of your internship, entry-level job, depleted nest-egg, caregiver for your sister, baggage, baggage, baggage) before you wrestle it all back down. “--any of that, you’d move on, and I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”

“I don’t want to move on,” Steve says firmly, brushing his hand over your hair as if to adjust the disarray that came from putting on his shirt. “I want to move forward, even if that means you can see through some of the windows I usually cover with curtains. Will you be exclusive with me?”

“I’d really like that,” you whisper, overcome. “And not just because you fuck like a complete god.”

The words slip out before you can fucking stop them, and you gasp, the tidal wave of your social inferiority to a man like Steve coming blasting through all the tentative bridges you’ve just built. You hear buzzing in your ears, your vision is misted over with regret--but seconds later, you realize he’s laughing.

“Okay I swear on every single deity that exists, I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud! I’m so sorry,” you groan, your relief over his amusement barely tempering the metallic tang of adrenaline on your tongue.

Your… your boyfriend Steve Rogers takes your hand in his and lifts it up, bowing over it before kissing it with more chivalry than a whole season of Game of Thrones. Even one of the early ones.

“Sweetheart, you’re forgiven.”

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