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Bad Liar ch. 16

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - Mentions of Natasha/Maria being married

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - violence - mentios of abused and sexual assault - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: The aftermath of the confrontation with Vision, and the realities Wanda now needs to face.

Guys, we are almost there!!! Two chaptrs to go! Please rmemeber English is not my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes, hope you like this one.

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 - Chapter 18

Chapter 16

New Year’s Eve

There was a constant beeping inside your head.

Your mind broke into several images at first, your ears twitching trying to grasp the source of the beeping noise without any success. At first, it was difficult to get a hold of your consciousness, your mind was a pool of different sections of memory that made you dizzy at first, then it stopped.

A gun.

Screams.

Wanda!

The beeping became a deafening whistle and then it stopped.

Your eyes popped open only for you to close them again with an exclamation of pain leaving your lips. You tried to lift your left arm but it was heavy, numb to any other sensation; thus, trying to protect your eyes from the lights above your head was impossible. You grunted, clenching your eyes close tightly, until a soothing hand placed itself on your right hand.

“Y/N?” America mumbled softly; her voice denoted the tiredness the young woman felt though there were traces of excitement right there. “Y/N?”

“Ugh, just give me a few minutes, I feel like my head is going to explode.” You whispered back making a face while trying to open your eyes once more, this time around slowly and squinting your eyes so as not to bother the retina.

America sighed in relief, her lips drawing a sad smile while she grasped her sister’s hand. The moment she had been brought into the hospital; America feared the worst but was soon calmed down by Tony telling her nothing too life threatening had happened. Just a gunshot on the arm, and a few badly cured wounds and bruises you couldn’t keep up with any longer.

“Wha-What happened? Wanda…Wanda, the kids…America!”

You jerked awake completely almost falling on your side while trying to sit up, America jumped away only to go back to you trying to push you back on the bed. She frowned, shaking her head until her eyes finally found yours, reading in them the desperation you had been experimenting all day.

“I’m here, they are here, we’re fine.” America tried to sound reassuring, pressing you back on the bed, “come on stop struggling, you idiot! You’re hurt and need to take it easy for a moment.”

It wasn’t until then that you noticed the bandages covering your sister’s wrists, she too held some bruises and cuts on her face but otherwise America was unharmed. Your eyes went big, this time around you lifted your good arm cupping your sister’s face.

“Kiddo, are you alright? God, I’m so sorry…”

America swallowed down her emotions nodding curtly, “I’m…I’m okay. I’m fine.”

“Your wrists…”

“I-I cut myself trying to get away from the ropes.” She explained looking at the bandages, “I couldn’t and perhaps if I had done so…”

“You would be dead.” You replied wrapping your right arm around your sister putting her to you. “I’m sorry, I put you in danger kiddo, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry.”

America slumped down holding onto you with tears forming in her eyes, her arms sneaking under your body until she was hugging you tightly. You felt your own tears prickling in your eyes, holding onto the only family you had left.

“I was so scared.” She whispered between sobs, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry that…that she didn’t tell you everything.”

You blinked slowly while pushing America away for a moment, you tilted your head trying to sit down. America soon was by your side lifting the bed and helping your position on the bed, she was still crying softly but relief was quite evident in her features.

“What do you mean everything? Who was supposed to tell me everything?” You dragged the words tilting your head, America tensed with her brows knitting together.

“Wanda.” She spat out shaking her head, “Me and the others found out she had been living with that asshole for a time now, I confronted her when things with you were getting serious, she told me she would speak with you but…”

“Wait, you knew about Wanda’s husband? You dug into her past without consulting me?” You snorted, shaking your head, “she told me about Vision. She told me…”

“That he almost killed her and the twins several times? That the last time she was put into the hospital she decided that was enough because the man burned a knife on Tommy’s back while she was out?” America exclaimed with her voice getting louder and louder with every word.

“That the man had a restrained order? That…that, I almost lost you?” America was shaking by now, it was as if she had been containing herself until that point and seeing you like this, all hurt and weak finally broke the resistance inside her.

“It is her fault! It’s all Wanda’s fault!”

You winced trying to incorporate, almost falling on your knees you grabbed America and pulled her towards you hugging her as tight as you could. A part of you understood where this was coming from, America had never seen your parents’ bodies the way you had to, she had only gone to the funeral so she was never there to see their broken bodies still, the trauma lingers and the fear that was trying to consume America was something you had already experienced. You were her only family, if she lost you then what would be of her?

She hugged you back sobbing silently against your chest, your body protested at the stress you were putting it into but you didn’t care. You waited until America seemed to calm down, your voice finally reaching out to her more logical part instead of her emotional one.

“It’s okay to be angry, Kiddo, it’s okay…” You whispered with your hand drawing soothing circles on her back, “but it’s not Wanda’s fault, or yours, or mine…Kiddo, what others do, what others decide to do is not our fault…This is the fault of a man that wanted to be evil, Wanda was just a victim, like you, like me…but we cannot blame ourselves when he is the one that should be carrying with this.”

America took a breath holding back her rage and her fear, she didn't agree nor she denied your words, instead she stepped back giving you a quick check up. You were wearing a hospital gown, your left arm had been put on a sling holding your arm tightly against your chest. Your face was covered in bruises, with your hair badly combed with a paleness that came with the concussion and the tiredness you felt the day before.

“You were lucky,” America stated pointing to your arm, “the crazy woman, she went mad shooting like crazy she just hit your arm, the…they have to shoot her down.”

You gulped nodding curtly while glancing at your arm, you didn't remember much after the initial shooting. But you remembered the burning pain, the numbness going on your left side and then just giving into darkness.

“What about…?” You didn't finish the question, America shook her head.

“He was arrested, not before he almost killed Wanda with his bare hands.”

America had heard enough from Tony and that one eyed man, she had been taking care of the twins when this was mentioned and of course she had seen Wanda come into the emergency room right after you. Everything had been so confusing she could barely remember anymore, or at least tried to pinpoint where to go whenever she felt lost. Kate had been released early in the day and while she offered to stay, America knew Kate’s mother would want to be with her.

You sat down on the bed again, your knees trembling under the weight of your body. You winced finally feeling the effects of the medication wear off.

“How is Wanda?” You asked tentatively, America tensed up nodding to the door.

“She is at the other end of the hall, with Billy and Tommy.” Then after a moment of hesitation, “Hope is with them.”

“Have you talked to Hope already?” You inquired lifting a brow at your sister, the young woman shrugged looking away from you. “America…”

“I'm just happy you are okay.” America let herself drop right beside you, you smiled wrapping your good arm around her.

“I'm happy you and the others are okay.”

America sighed, closing her eyes, “do you want something? I need to tell the doctor and the nurse you are okay.”

“It's Vodka an option?” You teased, America snorted, shaking her head.

“I can try.”

“Please do, and while you're at it try to record their reaction.”

America chuckled, pushing you playfully while standing up.

“If you're cracking bad jokes already, that means we will be home on time for the New Year celebrations.”

You frowned, cocking your head while speaking again.

“What do you mean? What day is today?”

This time around America was the one frowning, “It's New Year's Eve, more exactly we are eight hours away from the new year.”

“Woah, so I was unconscious what? Twelve hours?”

“More or less, yes.”

“I was lucky.” You stated absentmindedly, America glanced at you for a long time before nodding.

“We were lucky.” America didn’t say much after that, you furrowed your brows trying to actually feel the strength coming back to your body.

“Even if I’m not release today, we should celebrate New Year today,” you dared to glance at America who pursed her lips nodding curtly, “I mean, we shouldn’t stop celebrating the good things in life, and well…”

America let out a heavy sigh, she passed around the room stopping right in front of you. Her hands placed carefully on your shoulders and for the very first time you saw your stepmother in her, the same determination behind her brown eyes and her serious features.

“I have never felt so afraid before, Y/N, and while I was there trying to get away I was…I was feeling powerless to help the twins, to help Kate, to help Wanda.” America trailed off never breaking her eyes contact with you, she swallowed down her tears opening her mouth with a quivering lip.

“I thought what you would do, and when I heard him said he had killed you,” America snorted, “I was ready to do something foolish, yet I felt so defeated.”

“America…” You started but she then broke into a half smile, shrugging while squeezing your shoulders comfortingly.

“Then I heard you were okay, that you were trying to get me and the twins out of it and I knew.” America rolled her eyes punching you lightly on your good shoulder.

“What did you knew know?” You asked when America didn’t elaborate, the young woman lifted her chin stepping back nearing the door.

“That you are in love with Wanda, that you love those kids as if they were your own, and that you would never let anything bad happen to me or them, even if you have to sacrifice yourself.”

You broke into the same smile, shaking your head you offered a sheepish stare to America.

“What can I say? It is the foolish in me, perhaps in another life I was a hero.”

“Perhaps, you doofus, I think…it would take time, but I understand.” She mumbled with her eyes shining lightly.

“I know, kiddo, I know.” You called to her and she stopped right before closing the door, “I think more now than ever they will need a big sister, you know?”

America snorted shaking her head, “it’s good then that I learnt how to be a good big sister from the best.”

And with that, America left you alone while she went to look for the doctors. You kept your eyes on the white door for a long time, your mind numb giving into the growing pain on your left side. You didn’t dare to let your thoughts wander towards Wanda or the twins for fear of just jumping to your feet and running to her room. Whatever had happened, whatever stated she was in the last thing you wanted to do was to overwhelm her or scared her away. You could still remember the fear in her eyes, the sudden changed in her whole demeanour while she gave into a state of numbness that broke your heart.

You took a deep breath, looking around you found America’s mobile and after a moment of hesitation you grabbed the gadget watching the time and the day. With a trembling thumb, you decided that you wouldn’t let this to change things with Wanda or America or even Billy and Tommy.

A plan already forming on your mind.

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It took fifteen minutes for everyone to come rushing into your room as soon as the news of you waking up reached them up.

As you expected it, Christine and Strange were the first to come rushing into your room ready to check over your wounds and bandages. Your chest exploded into a wave of warm affection when they started fuzzing around you making you go back to the bed to make a full check-up while asking questions about your physical health.

Soon Hope came in as well with Tony, Reed and Sue who had made sure to be there as well. This time around the questions changed into a more deep, emotional speech to find your emotional state, with everyone being careful of mentioning Wanda or her children. When it became too much, and your anguish grew without everyone taking noticed of this, Christine and Pepper came right in hushing everyone out of your room with only America, Christine, Hope and Pepper staying behind.

You closed your eyes slowly, wincing when the shifting on the bed made you pressed your weight on your left side.

“Easy there, Y/N, it would take some time to get use to it but the pain won’t last that long.” Christine spoke soothingly, she offered a shaky smile at you while helping you get comfortable. “You were really lucky she was bad with guns, and her aim.”

You gave a crooked smile, “I was lucky indeed.”

Hope glanced at America then at you, the exchanged didn’t go amiss by you and soon your eyes were on your best friend.

“How is Wanda?” Finally, after almost two hours of avoiding the topic you brought the white elephant into the room.

Hope sighed stepping closer to you, “she is not okay, this really shake whatever progress we made in the past and has been affecting her greatly. She feels guilty, she feels as if she doesn’t deserve you.”

“She actually thinks you hate her.” America chimed in playing with her lower lip, “and I may have led her to believe she was right.”

You glared at your sister but said nothing, it was okay. It was only natural. The situation had been less than ideal, and everyone reacted differently to these situations, you couldn’t blame America more so than you could blame Wanda or yourself. Hope grabbed your right hand squeezing comfortingly.

“She will need a lot of support, Y/N, if you…” Hope took a deep breath, “if you are serious about her, about a relationship with her then I suggested you start working on convincing her that she deserves to be happy. And that you don’t hate her.”

You looked away finding Christine’s eyes on yours, the young woman smiled gently at you already knowing the answer. You nodded turning to America then to Hope.

“I am very serious, Hope. I wouldn’t have done what I did with just anyone.” You stated serious grabbing your best friend tightly, “I fell in love with Wanda because of who she is, I don’t know if she feels the same or if she even is ready for this but I won’t give up.”

“I know, Y/N. It will take time but…well, I cannot say she feels the same, I can say though that she really feels strongly about you.” Hope shrugged stepping back, “so, who knows?”

“Right.” You sighed turning to the door then back to Hope and Christine, “I need a favour.”

“What is it?” You offered a half smiled wiggling your brows and soon America knew you had planned something incredible reckless and crazy.

Christine and Pepper exchanged a glance pretty familiar with the mischievous glint of your stare ready to see where this favour of you lead them.

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You were ready to go out of your room, you were tired already of staying in bed more so if there was no need for you to stay overnight.

“You really should try to follow Christine’s advice,” America mumbled helping you inside your pants while shaking her head, you almost fall flat on your ass if America hadn’t hold onto you.

“Ugh, please I’m okay, just bruised and in pain but at least I can get dress, and besides I want to see Wanda and I wasn’t about to flash my but to everyone in this wing.” You glared at the hospital gown before turning to your sister.

America winced making a face at the mention of your butt.

“Yes, I agreed, we don’t need that anymore than we need to.”

You chuckled sitting down on the bed while watching as America went to grab your sneakers and put them on you. Just as she was finishing up the last of them the door to your room opened without any warning, you were about to scold at whoever had come in unannounced when you found yourself staring at Nick Fury and Peggy Carter.

Both agents came into your room, closing the door behind them. Peggy stepped closer her eyes checking you up before the fell on America. The older woman offered a warm smile stretching her hand to your sister.

“You must be Ms. Chavez, I’m Agent Peggy Carter.” America took her hand lifting a brow at her.

“A pleasure.”

“So, agent Carter, Agent Fury, what can I do for you?” You asked right away with your eyes going from Peggy to Fury.

“We came here to inquire about your injuries and your general state,” Peggy started taking a seat on the closest chair, “and then, if you were agreeable to the idea, we are also here to take your testimony.”

“As you can imagine, the case against Jarvis is going to take high priority since he broke into a private airport handle by National Security so, now only is he under some federal charges, he is also being investigate for terrorism and treason.”

You snorted shaking your head, not really understanding how all those charges came to be but happy to know the man would have it really difficult to go out of the trouble he got into. America stood right there glancing at you then at the agents, she bounced on her feet before nodding curtly to herself grabbing her phone and moving to the door.

“In that case, I’m out of here and directly to help Christine and the others with your…surprised.”

“Go on, Kiddo, I’ll be in Wanda’s room if you need anything.”

Peggy watched as America left before settling her eyes on you, Fury took a seat on the sofa and soon both agents had their attention on you.

“Well, where should I start?” You finally asked, Peggy put her phone on the table the recording app on.

“You can start from the beginning, when did you meet Wanda and how you became involve with her, and Jarvis.”

You raised a single eyebrow before nodding, for a moment you kept silent contemplating how much had happened in the last six months of your life. With a deep breath, you started telling them the first day you met Wanda, the different encounters, and the conversations you held with her. It was not relevant, but soon just to humour yourself you started talking about your changing feelings, how you started seeing the other woman and the shaky friendship that blossom one day when you first got to see the scars of the abuse in the boys.

The story then went directly to the confrontation you had with him the day before. His words inviting you over to see something he had been working on, then the surprised attack and you fighting back up until the moment they showed up and cooked up the plan that almost cost you your life and Wanda’s life as well. Peggy shifted uncomfortable, her eyes glancing fast to Nick then back at you.

“Now, I want to know what happen to him,” you asked glancing at both agents, “You promised me nothing bad would happen and I got shot and Wanda was almost killed by the man.”

The reproach was quite evident in your voice, Peggy glanced at Fury then back at you, she leaned forward placing her elbows on her knees making sure you could not look away from her.

“He was already on top of Wanda by the time Agatha shoot you,” Peggy shifted as she recounted what happened while you were unconscious on the ground, “we were supposed to arrest him right there and then, but we never expected him to get to Wanda and tried to strangle her before we could pull him away from her.”

“He knew he had been caught, so his last act before going to jail was to make sure he would kill his wife.” Fury continued shrugging, “he was just a fucking coward.”

Peggy glared at Fury but the man didn’t even flinch, you scowled shaking your head.

“What is a dead woman if he is the sole survivor and the only guardian to his children?” You snorted, shaking your head, “he knew you needed him alive if you were to keep building a case against the criminal organisation he had been stealing from.”

Peggy nodded curtly, not even bothering in denying your words. clenching your jaw, you sit up trying to get out of the bed, Fury stepped forward helping you out of the bed while holding you up.

“I will make sure that man doesn't see the light of another day, Agent Carter, he tried to kill me and my family.”

“I know.” She replied softening slightly, “I'm sorry you have to go through that, you and Wanda…”

“Whatever information he is offering you, I can double it. You have my resources at your full disposal as long as there is written guarantee he won't have the kids custody; his name will be erased from their records.”

Fury lifted a single eyebrow quite impressively while Peggy tried to hold back her expression into a neutral facade. You shrugged pointing a finger to the door.

“I don't know if the movies are real or not, but if the government can make it happen I want that man like the iron mask prisoner from Dumas’ book.”

This time around Peggy cracked a smile nodding curtly, “I shouldn't tell you this but, he wouldn't be our first iron mask prisoner.”

You opened your eyes before squinting them with a hint of suspicion there.

“I can't promise you he would be put away in such a secure place, but I can promise you the other part of your request. He won't have any claim on the children or his ex-wife or his freedom.”

“Good, now I think I'm going to see my girlfriend. If you excuse me, you gave me the perfect chance to run from this place.”

Fury and Peggy watched you leave the office, Peggy waited until she heard your footsteps far along the hall.

“So, tell me why we never recruit her?”

“Her father threatened to skin you and Steve alive if you ever tried it.”

“Right, like father, like daughter.”

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The energy you had spent re-telling your story for the last six months was soon building up again. Your hand hover above the doorknob of Wanda’s room, with you standing right outside waiting for courage and the right words to find a way into your mouth.

You played the words of Hope inside your head, and you went over what America and everyone else had told you so far about Wanda’s real physical and emotional state. You needed to play this right so as to ensure Wanda would not run from you; you lifted your face ready to go in when a couple of questions creep into your mind, what if Wanda really didn’t want anything with you? What if things really change?

The white door was suddenly heavier, bigger and it stood before you as a silent guardian of what was at the other end. You remembered your sister's anger, the fragility of life as your left arm pulsated with the ghost of a bullet piercing your skin and muscle.

Wanda.

Everything you did up to that point had been for her, right? Then, why were you hesitating?

With more courage that you felt, you grabbed the doorknob and pushed through.

The room had the light of the TV projecting colours of a children’s program on the wall, there was only a single lamp projecting a different light resting on the bedside table. You stepped into the room closing the door behind you and effectively calling the attention of the little lumps resting on the sofa. Billy and Tommy both turned to the door, their eyes growing wide while they expression changed from one of boredom and tiredness to one of happiness.

It caught you by surprised to see as the both of them came rushing to you meeting you halfway and wrapping their arms around you. You winced when Billy got to you first, he crushed into your left side while Tommy grabbed your right side.

“Hey guys,” you greeted them softly, wrapping your good arm around Tommy while later on ruffling Billy’s hair, “it’s good to know you guys are okay.”

“Mommy said…” Billy trailed off stepping away from you, frowning he then pointed to the sling, “she said dad hurt you.”

Tommy pressed his lips together looking down in shame, “we’re sorry.”

You opened your eyes kneeling while putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

“There is nothing to be sorry about, Tommy.” You replied looking at the boy before turning your eyes to his brother, “never felt sorry for what other’s do, guys. He hurt me, but it was not your fault.”

Billy clenched his jaw close stepping closer to you, “he hurt mommy too, and Tommy.”

Tommy trembled feeling the tears in his eyes, you softened your features cupping his face while offering a smile to Tommy.

“I’m sorry he hurt you, Tommy, but he won’t be able to do so anymore, I promise.” Tommy then stepped towards you hugging you tightly hiding his face on your neck.

You wrapped your good arm around him drawing soothing circles on his back, you could see Billy hesitating though this time around he was looking at you with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“Are you…mad? Mommy said you saved her but…she was crying.” Billy furrowed his brows glancing at the bed where his mother was resting then back at you, “I don’t want mommy crying anymore.”

Your heart melted right away, these boys had been in constant fear yet always ready to defend and protect their mother. You shook your head nodding to Billy to come closer to you.

“I’m not mad, Billy. I was worried sick about you guys, and Wanda, I love you guys.” You said without a hint of hesitation, “and I’m sorry I was not there to make sure nothing bad happen to you, or Tommy or Wanda. But I promise you, this won’t happen again. And he…he won’t be able to hurt you again.”

“You promise?” Billy said lifting his right hand, putting his little finger out, “you pinkie swear it?”

You held back your smile, you let go of Tommy for a moment taking Billy’s finger with yours.

“I swear it, Billy.”

And you meant it.

You would do anything that was in your power to protect this family from any harm, they didn’t deserve to keep on suffering the way they had done in the past and if you could offer them something different you would do so.

Billy nodded curtly before he too came into your arms hugging your tightly, you closed your eyes for a moment enjoying the embrace these two kids were sharing with you. You smiled when they let go of you and put their fingers on their lips turning to the bed where Wanda was still sleeping.

It wasn’t until that moment that you noticed the state she was in.

If at any point you doubt your love for Wanda, and what the future held for the both of you it soon crumbled under the weight of your emotions and your beating heart. Your eyes softened at the sight of Wanda sleeping on a hospital bed, there was nothing relaxed on her expression and the way she seemed to be clenching her jaw and fist told you she was probably having a bad dream.

“Dad hurt mommy.” Billy mumbled looking up at you, “can you make her feel better?”

“I will try, kiddo, why don’t you and Tommy go back to the sofa, okay?” The twins glanced at one another then back at you and then at their mother before nodding and running back to the sofa.

You stood by Wanda’s bed taking in the bruises on her face and the bandages covering parts of her body. You were trembling by now, your hand lifting to touch at the bandages covering her neck. The man had tried to make s much damage as he could, and Wanda was now paying a price she shouldn’t be paying. You made a silent promise to the skies to never let anyone or anything hurt her the way Vision had done so.

With a softness that surprised you, you grabbed her hand in yours, drawing soft circles on the back of your hand while leaning in to place a single kiss on her forehead.

Wanda stirred with her eyes popping opened all of a sudden, you could see the flash of panic in those green orbs and the tension of her body pushing her to almost sit up and put herself in unnecessary risk.

“Hey, wait, it's me, Wands.” You tried to soothe her, this time around you placed a tentative hand on her shoulder, tilting your head. You tried to offer a shaky smile but Wanda just shook her head trying to get away from your touch leaving out exclamations of pain from her lips.

“Hey, Wands, wait…” You tried to calm her down, with the twins standing up coming to the bed while looking at you and then at Wanda.

“Y/N? Mommy?” Billy asked tentatively, hearing her son was enough to make Wanda returned her attention to them then back to you.

“Hey, love it’s okay.” You furrowed your brows, while Billy and Tommy were not understanding such a reaction for you was crystal clear what it meant.

The words from Hope came back, and now you understood what they really meant. The fear she was flashing on those green eyes were the silent symbol of the fear she was feeling of getting closer to you once more, of perhaps living the rejection coming from you and experimenting the hate she thought you had for her.

Wanda never lost the tension on her muscles, she tried to ignore you while turning to her children that were looking at her wide eyed.

“I’m okay.” She tried to speak but her voice came hoarse with dried undertones and broken words.

Billy frowned grabbing Tommy by the hand then turning to you and Wanda.

“Y/N is here, mommy. You can sleep again; she pinkie promise dad won’t hurt you. Ever again.”

While Billy offered a tentative smile to his mom you could see the widening of her eyes, and the tension coming back to her. You grabbed her hand, trying to be as careful as you could while making sure she returned her attention to you. Wanda pressed into the bed keeping her face hidden from you while keeping her hand limp.

“Wanda, look at me, please.” You spoke clearly, without demanding but asking as a favour.

After what seemed like an eternity the young woman turned to you and the tears were filling up her eyes.

“You want some water?” You asked lifting your good hand to brush some locks of hair away from her face, “I notice your voice was hoarse and…well, I know why but perhaps cold water can help some with the swelling.”

Wanda felt her lower lip shivered, she was trembling waiting for you to start screaming at her, for the words of finality to leave your mouth. But you never changed your posture, or the softness behind your expression, or even the tender caresses from your hand. You locked your eyes to hers lifting an eyebrow at her.

“Well? You want water or, I can also offer you some Vodka, but that will cost you a kiss at least.”

You chuckled when Tommy and Billy made gaging sounds before erupting in giggles and going back to the sofa. Wanda frowned opening her mouth ready to speak, but with her breath caught in her throat when you placed a single finger on her lips.

“Don’t, Princess, try to not put any unnecessary stress on your voice. Let me bring you the water, and then…” you trailed off leaning, “then we will talk.”

Wanda trembled nodding slightly, you winked at her and then asked the boys if they wanted something to drink asking them to come with you while leaving the room for a moment.

Wanda was soon left alone with her thoughts, she thought the first time she would see you again after the whole ordeal she would be far away, perhaps ready and strong to face your hatred and the finality of whatever relationship you two had built in the last couple of weeks. She had been waiting for you to hate her, to perhaps blame her for what had happened the way America had done so hours ago.

She never expected you to behave the way you were doing, or for you to offer her the smile she loved so much. Or for you to just be you. She held back her tears, her heart beating heart against her chest while she tried to quiet down any whispers of hope that had been trying to grow inside her head and heart, she couldn’t allow herself to hope only for you to perhaps coming back with a breakup and hurtful words against her. Her heart wouldn’t take it.

Ten minutes later you came back alone, your lips curled into a sheepish smile while lifting a glass of water with a straw.

“America and her friends were down in the cafeteria, and Balder was there and the twins wanted to talk to him, I hope you don’t mind.” You stepped closer to Wanda helping her up before offering the straw. “Here, drink some water.”

The woman hesitated before drinking form the straw, her face broke into a mask of pure relief while wincing lightly feeling her throat pulsated with the water flowing inside her. She then opened her eyes, looking directly into yours.

“Thank you.” Wanda whispered looking away for a moment, getting ready with the huge speech she had prepared in your absence, her mouth opened but whatever she had prepared came crushing down and the only thing she could say was a shaky, “I’m sorry.”

“Wanda…” You started but the other woman put a hand on yours gripping your tightly, her green eyes big and desperate.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I…It wasn’t my intention, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me…”

You could hear and see the effort she was making into talking, her voice was trembling just above a hoarse whisper. You waited until it was impossible for her to continue and then, you leaned in to kiss her forehead tenderly.

“There is nothing to be sorry about, Love.” You whispered for her only, breaking into a tender smile while letting her see the love you felt for her.

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks her lips trembling. You brushed your hand against her cheek, wiping away the tears while brushing her hair.

“I have never had so much fear in my life that the fear I felt knowing I couldn’t stop him on time and you and the twins and my sister were in danger.” You said softly, furrowing your brows while looking at Wanda.

“I was so afraid that something was to happen to you and them, when I finally got him to leave the kids and America behind my next concern was to make sure you were okay.” This time around you let your fingertips trace a line to the bandages around her neck.

“I’m sorry he hurt you, Wands.”

“Why?” She finally asked, and that single question held everything she wanted to tell you.

Why were you still there with her? Why did you keep coming for her? Why?

You opened your eyes blinking away a couple of times, “I thought it was obvious.”

Wanda furrowed her brows shaking her head, you softened leaning in making sure she was looking deeply into your eyes.

“Because I’m in love with you, Wanda, and from the moment I met you I realized I want nothing more than to make you and the boys happy.” You shrugged offering a tender smile, “I thought it was that obvious, but let me correct that, from now on I will show you every day how much I love you, and I will tell you so, to make sure you know without a glimpse of a doubt.”

Wanda felt her lip quivered, she wanted to say so many things. She wanted to ask for your forgiveness because if she had told you the full story of Vision nothing would have happened. She wanted to tell you that she would understand if you wanted to end whatever it was the both of you have, she had put you and your sister in danger and she would understand. She would understand if you hated her, if you wanted to leave.

And then, you came over to crash all of these thoughts by confessing the most wonderful thing to her. She felt her heart stopped for a moment, and soon she opened her mouth wanting to tell you the same, that she had been in love with you from quite some time. She locked her eyes with yours, her mouth opened ready to say those words…

I love you.

She gripped your hand tightly, and your heart broke at the fragility you found there. Your own tears welling up your eyes, offering a comforting smile when you hold her hand.

“I know.” You said to her silent confession.

She lowered her gaze, gasping when you brushed your lips against hers.

“Wanda, I know life has not been easy or kind to you, but I want you to know that I will be here for you, for Billy and for Tommy.” You all but whispered to her, “whenever you are ready, I still be here, and I won’t leave unless you tell me to. So, you better be ready because, If you want to, I’ll be by your side until we are old and living in an Italian coast watching our grandchildren grow.”

Wanda offered a shaky smile clenching her eyes closed thinking she really didn't deserve you. Or happiness. When she opened her eyes again, you were still there smiling softly at her, and Wanda had to ask herself if she was ready to be with you in such a way. To finally step forward and give herself to you. You whispered sweet, comforting words to her, trying to ease out the sobs leaving Wanda’s lips until the young woman finally fell into an easy sleep.

-------------------------------------------

Wanda was not sure when she fell asleep, her body stirred painfully under the weight of recovery and sleepiness. She could hear the muffled conversation happening in her room, and the excited chatter coming from her children but her eyes refused to open, only giving her the comfort of the sounds of conversation.

She let the voices soothe her worries, her heart shrank deeply hearing the snickered from her son's and the conviction behind your voice. She loved the tenderness in which America chided them but also the way she conspired with the twins. Wanda didn't know when she let the smile showed on her face, but the moment she opened her eyes your hand was comfortingly wrapped around hers.

“Hey, sleepy head, are you ready?” Your question caught Wanda by surprise, she furrowed her brows opening her mouth only to close it again.

You chuckled turning to the bedside table lifting the glass of water with straw that was left there by a nurse. You offered the straw to Wanda and, after some hesitation, she drank some of it trying to clear her throat while locking her eyes with yours.

“Ready for what?” She finally said in a raspy, guttural voice wincing at the effort.

“For New Year’s celebration, of course!”

It wasn't until then that the young woman noticed the change in your clothing. You were wearing a loose shirt, your left arm still wrapped around the sling, your legs covered by a nice black jean and some Vans. Your hair out up in a ponytail, freshly washed and ready for an afternoon stroll apparently. She turned to see the twins were both wearing black and khaki jeans with matching jackets and light blue shirts. America wore a beautiful dress and everyone was just ready to go out, Wanda tried to sit up with her eyes slightly open glancing around her room with her heart beating fast and a tingling down her abdomen.

“I brought you a dress that Billy and Tommy select, and a nice coat because, baby is cold outside.”

You chuckled winking at America who rolled her eyes making gagging sounds while Wanda returned your smile blushing lightly.

“I would offer to help you get dressed, but you know…” you pointed to your arm sheepishly, “Nat is coming over and we will wait upstairs, don't take too long, Wands.”

Wanda opened her mouth to say something, but soon enough her words tangled on her throat when you leaned in, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Just go with the flow, love.” You winked walking backwards before hurrying everyone out of the room.

The room soon felt empty, with just a tad of cold breeze making Wanda shivered. She sat on the bed for a moment until the door of her room opened and there was Natasha with a huge smile.

“I hope you're ready because Y/N really outdo herself this time around.”

Wanda was not sure what to say, the tears were back and her heart was just trembling under the raw affection trying to overwhelm her. Soon her eyes fell upon the dress, Wanda narrowed her eyes trying to calm herself down while letting the older woman assist her still confused as to what exactly was happening and not obtaining any direct answers from the redhead.

“Nu-uh, you will have to wait, Wanda, and you won't regret it.”

Half an hour later Wanda and Natasha were making their way to the elevator of the Hospital, not many people were left in the halls. Midnight was almost there, and many were either in their rooms, on their homes, or on the rooftop. You waited patiently by the elevator, your eyes growing big when you took in the appearance of Wanda who was holding Natasha tightly.

“You look beautiful,” you stepped closer offering your arm to her, Wanda hesitated before taking yours her cheeks burning brightly while her eyes lowering shyly.

“You look good, too.” She replied softly, you chuckled winking at Wanda.

“I want you to have the best New Year’s celebration ever, we were supposed to go to Stepehen and Christine’s party but…since we can, I brought the party to you.”

You explained while standing in front you Wanda, the young woman furrowed her brows turning to the open door of the elevator then back at you. For Wanda you were a box filled with surprises, one after the other, you had always shocked her in ways she never thought possible. She gulped wincing when her spit went down her sore throat, closing her eyes she then lifted her hand to cup the side of your face stepping closer to you.

“I wish I could show you the same, our date was cut short last time,” she shook her head stopping any reply from you, you clamped your mouth shut letting her finish, “I’m sorry about everything, I still think I don’t deserve you…but I will make sure to be worthy of your love, of your company.”

Your heart leaped forward, and your eyes fluttered close when Wanda leaned in kissing you tentatively on the lips. It took you a moment, and soon the both of you were sharing the softest kiss you had ever experienced in your life. By the time the both of you parted, you two were equally flustered, smiling at the other with the same affection growing in your eyes.

“Well, then let’s go.” You said holding onto Wanda and leading her to the elevator where a very amused Natasha had waited all along.

When the doors of the elevator opened in front of you, you smiled hearing the gasp coming from Wanda. The young woman stepped forward glancing around the place while admiring the decorations and the people filling out the place. The night was completely dark, with a cold breeze traveling around the celebrations goers that were wearing heavy coats and drinking warm beverages.

The place had been decorated with lights and torches, tables were set up and many patients with their families and friends were sharing light conversation and food, doctors, nurses and staff members had also been invited and all of them had also chosen different tables to enjoy the music and the tension just before the clock hit midnight.

Wanda turned to you, and you could only smile at her shrugging.

“I thought we need to start the new year with a huge celebration, not on a hospital bed.” You said simply earning yourself a tight hug before she grabbed your hand dragging you down the different tables to the furthest part of the rooftop.

The lights of the city twinkling down the streets, and the music was sometimes interrupted by the host of the radio station someone had put on. Wanda approached the group and soon she found many familiar faces she had met before, she stopped dead on her tracks with you wrapping your arms around her midsection while putting your lips on her ear.

“I told you I call everyone.” You whispered making her shivered under the caress of your voice.

Wanda soon spotted her children talking with Balder and Morgan, while America was standing with her friends laughing and drinking alcohol free cocktails. At the other end was Hope with Reed and Sue, and nearby was Tony, Thor, Sif, Pepper, Stephen and Christine all sharing a good meal. There were to spots free right beside Christine, facing Eleanor Bishop that was trying very hard to not glare at you.

“Thank you.” She whispered at you, you winked at her pointing to the table.

“Let’s go to eat.”

“Here they are!” Tony stood up calling everyone’s attention, he lifted a hand then pointing at you and Wanda just as you two took your seats, “please everyone, let’s give it up for these two women that had shown us that the power of love can do everything and anything!”

You rolled your eyes with your lips drawing a smile, while Wanda dipped her face trying to covered the blush on her cheeks. Soon conversation resumed, and Wand found herself the subject of Christine’s fuzzing.

“Now, I know this may be difficult at first, but nothing spicy, or acid or anything like that, I chose your food for today, and only cold drinks. Well, lukewarm so as to not to hurt yourself.”

You chuckled grabbing your fork with your good hand watching as Wanda gaped at Christine who was like a mother hen trying to tell the young woman what was good for her sore throat. The table was buzzing with light conversation, the food was soon finished and the dessert along with the flutes of champagne were brought over. All around the rooftop people were getting ready to receive the new year, people glancing at their watches while others were just calling their loved ones.

“Are you guys ready?” America came from behind the both of you, you turned around seeing as America rested her stare on Wanda.

Wanda shifted nervously nodding while offering a tentative smile to the young woman. For a moment you waited, you knew America had been mad, she had told you as much as well as the heavy discussion she had with the redhead. But after you spoke with your sister, you thought whatever disagreement she had with Wanda had been cleared out.

“Wanda, I just…” America started, you could see as Wanda tensed clenching her fist while leaning back with her eyes lowering to the ground, “I’m sorry for all the things I said to you. It was not your fault, I just… Y/N is my family, and I almost lost her, I…”

Wanda shook her head placing a hand on top of America’s, her eyes going wide opened gleaming in disbelief.

“No, I’m sorry.” Wanda replied hoarsely, she put a hand on her throat standing up. “I’m sorry, I put you and Y/N in danger, I…”

America did something you never thought possible, she stepped closer wrapping her arms around the woman holding her tightly.

“Stop talking, you fool, you’re going to hurt yourself even more.” She said tenderly, “don’t apologise, I’m sorry for the way I treat you, it was not fair.”

America looked out of the corner of her eyes to see your smile there, she returned the smile before stepping back grabbing Wanda’s hand in hers before grabbing yours and joining them with hers wrapping around your joined hands with Wanda.

“I know there is no one better to be with my sister than you, just don’t hurt her.”

“I won’t.” Wanda whispered looking at you, you stood up intertwining your fingers with hers.

“I won’t either.”

“Good, now get ready is about to be midnight.”

Wanda turned to you, everyone was getting ready around you. You could see the hesitation in her eyes, with a nod of your head you locked your eyes with hers offering a comforting smile.

“It is going to be okay.”

“I don’t deserve her forgiveness.” Wanda replied, she closed her eyes allowing the comforting squeeze from your hand to warm up her heart.

“Whatever happens, Wands, I want to be right there with you. I want to live with you, to grow old with you…to love you, if you let me.” You said softly, “you deserve forgiveness, and you deserve happiness, Love.”

“I'm scared.” Wanda confessed while unable to tell you the reason behind her fear.

She didn't need to tell you, though. You knew, you could imagine the guilt and the fear she held inside her mind for everything that happened, for the things that came in between. You placed a soft kiss on her hair, putting her closer to you.

“Me too.” You replied, chuckling lightly, “but I prefer to be scared and have you by my side than miss the chance to be with you.”

“You're so sappy.” she leaned back offering a teasing smile you returned with a wink.

“Only for you, Princess.”

Wanda relaxed in your embrace, everyone started standing up checking their watches and grabbing the flutes of champagne.

“Okay everyone, it's about time!”

The music stopped and soon it was replaced for the local radio station in which the announcers were ready as everyone else to start the countdown to the new year.

The rooftop vibrated with excitement, families and friends came together, everyone talking and exchanging their new year's resolutions.

Wanda stepped back welcoming her children in her arms, and America stood right beside you with Kate hugging her from behind. Your eyes soon found those of Wanda and the man in the radio start counting.

“10, 9, 8…”

You chuckled when the twins jumped excitedly, Billy dragging his mom closer to you while also grabbing his brother.

Kate watched the scene with a softening stare kissing America on her cheek.

“You guys look like a happy family.”

“...3, 2, 1 Happy New Year America!!”

The fireworks broke into the sky, everyone gasped and celebrated while Wanda leaned in tilting her head and kissing you openly in front of everyone. Wanda never imagined her year would end in such a way, when she ran away from Vision’s grasp she did so with one thing in mind: To survive.

Now, standing on the rooftop of a hospital with a woman kissing her slowly, tentatively, she realized that love was possible, that being loved was something she also deserved, and that loving someone might not be as bad as she was led to believe. Just as you stepped back with a huge grin adorning your face, Wanda knew.

You two would be forever.

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Next Chapter: Wanda and Reader need to have that date, only family fluff and a bright future ahead of them. With some decisions to be taken, and Wanda finally giving in.

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Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 3

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

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Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Tav and Raphael are both sexually frustrated. Raphael notices Tav's interest and they find a solution for it together. Tav gets a bit more than she bargained for.

(AN: 'Give the devil your little finger and he'll take your whole arm' is a popular saying in my native language. I've never really heard it in English, so we are just going to act like it's also a saying in Faerûn. It literally just means what it sounds like it means. I believe it's the same as 'Give them an inch and they'll take a mile'. Also: they finally fuck in this chapter. ~Enjoy~)

TW: There is consent but there is depiction of painful or uncomfortable sex. Tav essentially gets hatefucked.

Warning: NSFW

Tav had been staying at the House of Hope for a couple of days. She was slowly but surely going insane. Not from any of the obvious things that one might go insane from when surrounded by the sound of damned souls and tortured debtors walking the halls, oh no: Tav was going insane from boredom and the lack of privacy.

There were plenty of interesting books in Raphael’s collection and normally this would have cured her boredom, but the fact that someone was constantly watching her every move annoyed and distracted her to no end.

Even worse: she could not use her usual cure for boredom due to the same reason. Tav had always had a healthy appetite when it came to sexual pleasures. If she was bored, stressed, sad, angry, or just generally overwhelmed, she masturbated to get that pent-up energy out. It was her beloved coping mechanism for everything life threw at her, and she was currently unable to use it.

It also did not help with her frustration that she had to deal with Raphael’s morning horniness either. She would wake up with his hard cock nestled against her ass every morning. He would press it up against her in his sleep, but he never did anything further as soon as he woke up. He did keep his word that he would not force her to do anything.

Tav would not give in and reciprocate her captor’s advances, even though her body screamed at her to do it. She would not give him the satisfaction. At the same time, she was climbing the walls and wanted nothing more than a moment of peace and privacy to let out that pent-up frustration.

She was simply studying her captor to learn more about him. That is what she told herself, as she looked Raphael up and down from across the room. She was sitting with an open book in her lap that she was not even reading. He was sitting in a blue silk robe as he looked through the newspapers and gazettes from various cities, most likely to gauge the market for desperate souls and potential clients.

Tav had always found him attractive, she was not blind, but her growing sexual frustration made her attraction to him even worse. She was also enjoying now seeing more of his devil form than she had during her adventure.

She was looking at his veiny clawed hands, as they turned the page of the paper he was reading. He had big hands…He was big in general, and it made her breath hitch how much bigger he was than her in that form.

It was almost unfair how good he looked in that robe. A part of his chest was exposed under it. She was looking at his dark chest hair when she noticed him smirking slightly before looking up at her. She had been caught. She cleared her throat and quickly looked down at the book she was "reading".

“Did your parents never teach you that it is impolite to stare?” he asked with that infuriatingly smooth voice of his.

“Wasn’t staring,” she mumbled. “I was just…pondering about this…enlightening read.”

“Mm,” Raphael hummed. “And what are you reading, dear?”

Her brain actually read the words on the open page of the book she was looking at. She had just taken it off a shelf to make it look like she was doing something productive. She noticed immediately that it was not in written the common tongue. She cursed internally and lifted it up to let him look at the cover. He squinted at it and then chuckled.

“It certainly is an enlightening read…if one speaks High Infernal, that is,” Raphael purred with an amused expression.

“Hm, well, yes…It’s never too late to learn something new, is it?” she said and quickly changed the subject. “Is it Korrilla’s turn to watch me today?”

“No, you will have the pleasure of my company today as I am taking a day away from work,” he said and folded the paper he was reading to put it aside. “Unless something comes up, then yes, it will be Korrilla.”

That no doubt meant that Tav would be glued to his side for the rest of the day. She could not walk around freely as she usually would, because Raphael would not be following her around like his warlocks did.

“What does a devil do on his day off?” Tav asked, hoping the answer would not include killing or torturing.

“Relax,” He answered with a shrug and got up from his chair. “Come.”

He moved towards the boudoir. Tav followed.

When they passed the barrier, Raphael casually untied his robe and threw it over a chair. Tav got a full view of his ass before her brain started working again and made her look away. She turned her back to him, which made Raphael chuckle.

“No need to be such a prude, dear,” he said. She could hear him stepping into the water of the restoration pool.

“You know, I’m pretty sure it’s common decency to warn people before flashing them…” Tav said. “I’m not the one acting odd here.”

“Please turn around,” Raphael said from the pool. She could practically hear the smug grin. “I can’t keep a proper eye on you if your back is turned to me, now can I?”

Her eyes narrowed and she did not move.

“Of course, I can simply make you if you refuse...” Raphael said.

She sighed and turned to him without looking at him.

“That’s better…” Raphael said. “Now please, come and join me.”

She huffed and narrowed her eyes. She knew that he was playing with her and trying to get her even more flustered now that he had seen caught her staring at him. She would not give him the satisfaction. She started removing her clothes.

As she was removing her clothing, the realization hit her that even though they had slept beside each other, they had never really seen each other completely naked. She had felt Raphael’s nakedness every night, but she had never really looked. She herself had been wearing nightclothes each night and Raphael was usually out of the bed and on with his day before she had gotten changed.

She was careful not to look directly at him as she got into the pool, though Raphael did not grant her the same privacy. She could feel his eyes on her, shamelessly devouring every inch of her naked skin.

She sat down in the pool opposite from him. She made a point to only look him in the eyes although what she saw in her peripheral vision was begging her to look other places.

She was resting her elbows on the edge and holding her hands in the air, to keep the Orphic chains around her wrists above the water. Raphael glanced at the weird position of her arms and then at her eyes.

“Are they bothering you?” Raphael asked and gestured to the chains.

“The moisture makes the skin under them itch,” Tav answered. “Other than that, no. I’ve gotten used to them pretty quickly.”

“Hm,” Raphael hummed. “It seems to be a theme with you. You have been infuriatingly calm about this whole matter. I have to say, your spirits still seem remarkably high for a woman who has been given a dead sentence.”

“Would screaming and crying about it fix anything?” Tav asked.

“I suppose not...but it would satisfy your captor greatly to see you at least a little rattled about this whole ordeal,” Raphael said with a sigh. “Although…I’m sure there is time to break you yet.”

“I’ll make sure to cry a little in my sleep tonight, just for you,” she joked.

“It really is the least you could do,” Raphael said with a smile.

“The constant supervision is annoying though,” Tav admitted. “Especially when it’s your new little pet.”

“A cheap price for you to pay when it means that you are able to walk where you please instead of rotting in a cell,” Raphael said. “As for Cassius, yes. That boy has been disappointing. There is not a single independent thought in that pretty little head of his.”

Tav bit her cheek to not smile at Raphael calling him pretty. Her theory was that Raphael only hired him because he was the spitting image of a younger version of himself. Raphael seemed to catch her look of amusement.

“Why did you hire him then?” Tav asked, trying not to smile.

“I would much rather like to hear your theory as to why I hired him,” Raphael challenged with a smile and narrowed eyes.

“Mm, I’d rather not say…” Tav said.

“Come now,” Raphael said. “It’s clear that you have some thoughts on the matter.”

Tav sighed and tried to think of a way to say what she was thinking without being too offensive.

“I think…That you might have been a little lonely after Haarlep died, and that your new warlock, coincidentally of course, looks a bit like you.”

“Clever…” Raphael said. “And is there anything wrong with that?”

“No no,” Tav said with a shrug and treaded carefully with her next comment. “That’s entirely your business. I am simply saying that you might have been blinded by this…pretty face and because of this you might have chosen someone who is less suited for actually becoming a good warlock.”

Raphael chuckled.

“That is rather rich coming from you, no? Let us not forget that you got yourself into this mess because you wanted to sleep with the same man whose face, coincidentally of course, looks a bit like mine…” Raphael said with a dramatic hand-gesture.

Tav stuttered and had a hard time finding an appropriate reply to that for a moment. He did have a point.

“Well, to be fair I was very drunk, and I did not catch the resemblance at that point,” she countered. “But alright, I get what you are saying. Neither of us are above the temptations of the flesh or whatever.”

“Indeed,” Raphael purred and let his gaze fall over her naked body again.

Tav swallowed hard and tried to ignore the feeling of arousal that shot through her stomach. She cleared her throat and immediately tried to break the tension.

“So…do you miss them?”

“Who?” Raphael asked while still admiring her shape.

“Haarlep.”

Raphael’s eyes lingered on her body for a moment longer before returning to her eyes.

“Not in the way that you most likely are suggesting, no,” Raphael answered. “You accidentally did me a favor by killing them. They were spying on me, but because of complicated circumstances, I was unable to rid myself of them. They did however have their uses, despite their clear ulterior motives…That I do ‘miss’…”

Raphael got up from the pool without warning. Tav did not react quickly enough to avert her eyes before her eyes fell on his half-hard member. His length was impressive, but it was nothing compared to the intimidating girth of it. Her eyes quickly shot back up to his face. There was a slight smile on his face as he dried himself off that told her he had caught her little glance.

She awkwardly looked away and got up from the pool to dry herself off.

His little looks and half-suggestive comments throughout the day told her one thing about Raphael: he was just as sexually frustrated as she was. It made perfect sense, in a way. He had been used to having an incubus at his disposal for whenever he pleased and now, he did not.

Now that he had caught that Tav seemed to show a bit of interest, he put on the pressure and Tav was fighting her inner demons. Her body was saying yes, but her mind was warning her not to do anything stupid. Something her mother had always said to her when she was a child echoed in her mind: ‘Give the devil your little finger and he’ll take your whole arm.’

Usually when they got into bed, Raphael would put his arms and legs around her so she could not move around, grumble and tell her to sleep if she said anything or moved, and finally fall asleep himself. This night was different. He was holding her as usual, but his nose was buried in the back of her hair and his hand was lazily caressing her hip.

Tav’s body was on fire from more than his high body temperature. Her mind kept going back to the bath they took together in the morning. It seemed that Raphael was thinking similar thoughts because she could feel that familiar hardness pressing into her backside.

It was a tantalizing thought that all she probably had to do was reciprocate his advances and she could finally release that pent-up sexual frustration that had grown inside her for the last four days.

On the other hand, she had not had sex with anyone since that short fling she had with Astarion at the beginning of their adventure, and that had been so long ago. She was out of practice.

What was she even thinking? She should not even be seriously considering this…And yet her body won over her mind in the end.

She gently pressed her ass up against his already hard cock. She felt him freeze completely for a moment. She did it again, this time with slightly more pressure, which earned her a groan. The hand on her hip that had been caressing her, now firmly held onto her hip and pushed her closer to him. His breathing was getting heavier.

He hiked up her nightgown to snake his arm down between her legs. She was already so aroused that it made sinfully wet noises when he gently put two fingers over her clit and rubbed her in teasingly slow circles. She gasped and moaned softly.

“Such a pretty sound,” Raphael whispered in her ear, followed by a growl.

The thought that there were very sharp claws close to her sensitive bits did pass her mind, but he was being careful and oddly it only made it more arousing. He rubbed her clit a bit faster, making her gasp again and grab onto his arm. He pushed his cock up against her now exposed ass.

“And you are certain that you want this?” he whispered and applied more pressure to her clit as he kept touching her.

Her mother’s words echoed faintly in the back of her mind again: Give the devil your little finger…

At this point he could have both her arms, shoulder, torso, legs….as long as he did not stop what he was doing.

She nodded.

“I do wonder if you are truly aware of what you are agreeing to, little mouse,” Raphael whispered and chuckled in her ear.

In one swift movement she was suddenly on her stomach, pinned to the bed with him on top of her. She felt a claw run down her back and the sound of fabric being ripped. He pulled what was once her nightgown away from under her and leaned down over her back. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, coating it in her wetness.

“This might hurt,” he warned and slowly started sliding his cock into her.

Even though she was soaking wet, she was not ready for it. It was a combination of his girth and the fact that the head of his cock was oddly sharp. He wasn’t even half-way in when she started slightly yelping and grasping the sheets.

“Raphael, please,” she pleaded.

He stopped his movements.

“Please what, dear?”

“I can’t…” she pleaded. There were almost tears in her eyes from the feeling of being too full. He looked down on her and caressed her cheek with his clawed hand.

“Oh, my sweet,” he cooed with feigned concern. “You can, and you will.”

Without warning he kept going until he was fully inside her, she felt his sharp exhale of pleasure on the back of her neck. Tav resorted to biting into the pillow to silence the scream that was threatening to escape her throat.

Tav, in her eagerness, had not considered that this might be a revenge-fuck for robbing his house and killing his incubus, but that was certainly what it felt like it was shaping up to be.

He was only granting her the small mercy of going easy on her for the first couple of thrusts. It quickly turned into a more brutal pace. It hurt like hell and the sounds she was making were something between a moan and a whine. She did find pleasure in it despite also involuntarily tearing up from the pain.

“Are you crying?” Raphael asked with no short amount of amusement in his voice, not slowing his pace in the least. His cock twitched inside her as his thumb went over the tears that were falling down her cheeks.

He yanked her head back by her hair.

“Then again, you did promise me that you would cry tonight, didn’t you? ‘Just for me’,” he growled into her ear, referring back to the joke she had made earlier while they were in the bath.

“How delightful it is to see you honoring your promises for once,” he said and punctuated it with a deep thrust that made her gasp and wince.

Right when she had finally gotten used to the pain and her walls had somewhat adjusted to his size, he came inside her with a low growl. She squirmed under him, thinking it was over. In response, his tail wrapped around her legs to keep her in place. He did not pull out of her. Not long after he was hard again and continued to fuck her. This same process continued for what felt like hours.

At some point she had been flipped to her back and was facing him. Desperate for release, she tried to sneak her hand down to her clit. She could see his glowing orange eyes narrow in the darkness before he caught both her hands and held them above her head.

“Please…” she pleaded between moans.

“You will have to be more specific, my dear. Please what?”

“Please let me come, Raphael” she begged. She sounded pathetic, but she was so over-stimulated.

“Oh, you must be confused,” he cooed in a condescending voice. “This is not about you or what you want. It never was.”

After fucking her over and over again with only the small breaks between him climaxing and getting hard again giving her a chance to breathe, he eventually he did find some small amount of mercy for her. He finally reached down to rub her clit. Tav held onto him and made a prayer to all the gods that would not hear her from the Hells anyway, that this was not some cruel joke.

“Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, almost crying again. She dug her nails into his back, which made him groan and quicken the pace of his thrusts.

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled as he muffled her loud and desperate moans with his free hand.

She was writhing and on the verge of screaming as she finally came. Raphael's climax followed shortly after. He finally pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her. Her legs were shaking from the intensity of it all.

She was completely ruined. Everything hurt, but at the same time her whole body was buzzing with the delicious feeling of finally having found release.

He was lying on his back, catching his breath when he pulled her closer. For a short moment Tav feared that it was not over. To her great surprise he simply gestured for her to lie her head on his chest. It felt like an oddly intimate gesture considering the rough treatment he had just given her.

She hesitated for a moment but laid her head on his chest and got comfortable. Tav was too tired to question any of it and just made peace with the fact that she would never understand the weird nature of this man. She felt his hand brush over her hair right before sleep took her.

#raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #bg3

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naamahdarling · 3 months ago

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Hi. I’m feeling sad too, I think that tends to happen late at night. At least we can be sad together lol

Yeah it's just a 3:00 thing. Literally I call it the "three o'clocksies". One of the best mental health things I've ever done for myself is learning to look at the time, and if it's after 3:00 a.m., I just tell myself I will put those feelings away until the next day, and I can feel them then if I have to. It doesn't work every time, but it works about 70% of the time, which is a lot better than the maybe 15 or 20% of the time I managed to deal with it by just powering through. Big fan.

Learning to approach strong negative emotions not arising directly from a currently unfolding crisis as temporary, and strong positive emotions as gifts and memories that I will get to have later has been really helpful. "All things pass" can be barbed, because that means good stuff too will pass. But that's just the nature of things, and we have a lot more control over what memories and feelings we keep with us than we think we do.

That is part of why I try so hard to find goodness when badness is around me. Because it really does make bad things easier to bear. I don't mean like spinning bad things into good things, or saying that bad things happen for a reason, I just mean things like moments of common kindness between strangers (which are actually a thing we can create ourselves instead of waiting to have happen to us or to observe), or a beautiful sunset the day you break your ankle, or the very very small child in the corner at urgent care who won't stop talking very articulately and at great length about how much he fuckin' loves chicken nuggets, or the person who took one look at me and didn't charge me anything at the gas station the night we lost Raleigh, no questions asked.

These moments aren't actually insignificant. They're the fabric of our lives, and by observing them even in the bad moments, we prepare ourselves to see them the rest of the time, it makes things easier. It's like putting flowers in a hospital room inside your mind. I may feel like dying, but somebody brought a miniature goat named Tom Brady to PetSmart with them and I got to pet him.

I'm not full of shit here, I have really been through it this past year. It really is worth it to struggle to look and see ordinary life around you as full of small surprises and little kindnesses. It isn't about some kind of bullshit healing through positivity thing (I think "positivity" as it is pushed at us is toxic bullshit) it's not going to cure your mental illness or whatever, it isn't going to take you out of the terrible circumstances fucking you over, it isn't going to undo your trauma, it's just seeing all the small good things that are easy to overlook, and realizing that some days, seeing the small good things really can be enough. That isn't pathetic or bleak, that isn't trying to fill your belly with nothing but crumbs and telling yourself you're lucky, it's just an underlying kind of warmth that it would be really unfortunate to not look for and allow yourself to feel.

It's a way of inhabiting life deliberately, and not just suffering through it. And it's taking me years to develop, and no, I can't always hold on to it, it isn't something that you can be successful at 100% of the time. But man, things got a lot better for me when I started taking pictures of the sky almost every time I go outside, and admiring strangers' questionable fashion choices, and wondering about things like what kind of person would buy this puzzle featuring a John Deere tractor, and enjoying small brown birds having a dust bath next to the drive-thru at Sonic, or taking pictures of interesting graffiti, or noticing the single mirror-spangled drag queen platform high heel on the side of the road, all of that. Things got better for me when I started to really care that I got to see those things.

IDK this got long. But I think...it's all right to be sad, I think sometimes we just have to be even when we aren't sure why. And that can and should coexist with the rest of the world being out there and ready to be seen, even through tears.

#screaming endlessly into the void #rambling again

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lowkey-loki245 · 3 months ago

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So i saw your post and reblog about the time god au and i was thinking that maybe it was a way for vaugardian to rationalize the king take over?

The idea that Time itself sent one of its saint (loop) to guide the savior of Vaugarde throught the house and to fight the king. And that when that wasnt enough time froze the king itself in time to punish it for tampering with its flow

It would also means that Siffrin has access to more time craft like « slow » from Odile « pretty moving cure » from Mirabelle and create tears like the king

Im guessing it would also be an oportunity for Loop to gain more information about wish craft and time craft since even before the king shenanigans they look to be mostly associated with culture outside of Vaugarde (siffrin, the king getting access to time craft with a wish and odile brute forcing craft by research)

also question do you accept fanart of this au?

First, I'm absolutely accepting fanart, I'd love to see what you draw!

Second, absolutely love this idea. People seeing Loop leading the saviors of Vaugarde would definitely be a big deal. It would probably lead to people connecting the Time God to stars. (Thank to this person ( @misty-is-a-dragon ) who gave me this idea.)

Siffrin would definitely want to correct people on who froze the King, but Mirabelle probably wouldn't mind since she already had so much pressure on her before Vaugarde was saved, people knowing she was the one to freeze the King would probably put a lot more pressure on her.

As for the Time Craft stuff. Sif would have unlimited control over Time Craft, but he'd have to ease into his powers first. He'd probably practice on basic enemies (do Sadnesses still exist after the King got frozen, or are they all gone?) or on random objects. (Btw, when I say unlimited Time Craft, I mean he can be as creative as he wants. Too much Craft in a short amount of time will still hurt him. I feel like too much Craft hurts because of the mental strain, not just physical strain.)

Now I'm wondering how different Sif would look in this AU? I think most of the time, he'd look normal (aka, his "mortal" form), but something similar to his big form would be his god form. Just a little less mentally unwell, lol. But if anyone thinks of something cooler, run with it, I wanna see what cool ideas you guys have!

I think it'd be funny if Sif had some one-sided beef with the Change God in this AU. Considering that conversation in the House, I feel like it'd be understandable for Sif to not like the Change God that much. Too bad for him, the Change God is the only one giving him advice on how to be a god.

Also, how do you guys think this whole god situation will affect Siffrin's and Isabeau's relationship? Sif would probably be so scared that being a god now will ruin their relationship, while Isa's just like "my boyfriend's a god, he's so cool :3."

Odile and Mira would not know what to do at first. Should they treat Sif like the god he is, or like the friend he's been? They decide on the 2nd one because Sif is already going through a lot, they don't want to make things worse (though Odile will occasionally joke about treating Sif like a god. I feel like that's her sense of humor).

As for Bonnie, Bonnie would just be hyped about having a super powerful friend. Plus, Siffrin's Time Craft could speed up cooking if they need it. No more waiting a whole day for beef to marinate!

Also, as Siffrin's saint, Loop would probably have really strong Time Craft. It's not unlimited like Sif, but it's still super strong. They'd totally brag and joke about being Sif's saint, too. Sometimes, when Mira or Odile wanna talk to him about something, Loop will be like, "You may now speak to the Time God" as they reveal Sif to them like he's royalty. As you can tell, Loop got their humor from Odile.

Honestly, I'm loving the ideas you guys have been sharing for the AU, this is fun.

#in stars and time #time god au #in stars and time siffrin #in stars and time loop #in stars and time mirabelle #isat loop #isat #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #in stars and time odile #isat odile #in stars and time bonnie #isat bonnie

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 2 months ago

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The cure t state of this fandom (*cough cough, post atyd) makes me sad and this fandom mainly doesnt vring me joy anymore (except for ur blog) now the only thing that makes me stay or interact is regulus being a loser truthers, Sirius black in general (canon nor fanon) and my newest obsession: Fem! Marauders (like whole genderbend of everyone!!!) Do u have any hcs?? My personal faves are short haired Sirius, crazy long hair remus, fem jock James (like playing sports in mini skirts and stuff), peter in cute floral cardigans that she crocheted, transfem regulus (who's sirius's loser little sister) maxi skirt goth sev and sm more!!!! Uf love to hear your ideas ♡

HELP yes yes yes anon ily these are ? so cute ? i love this sm !!! dream ask. um the before is all very very true too like FUCK FANON & loser regulus is the only regulus

fem sirius my bbygirl i LOVE HER !!!! yes yes yes but (much like male sirius) i hc her to have super long hair (hip length) till like she runs away and is at james' place where she gets a buzzcut (mommy issues) and like yes. she keeps it super cropped and CLOTHES !!! she has all clothes . she will show up to get coffee with you in a floor length gown. "i had it lying around :/". babe how do simply you have that lying around. but like grr i do love her in formal wear, not a lot of revealing clothing but like very hot yk. im thinking lots of purples. dark dark purples that almost look like black. also im getting a strong vivienne westwood vibe. oh and jewellery !!! silver girly (obv). statement rings !!!!! she's also very pierced like full ears lip eyebrow nose or septum idk naval maybe nipples when shes older . as for make up its like. dark lipstick w nothing else or dark eye make up w nothing else. i cant decide. 2492 tattoos.

REMUS !!! LUPIN !!! IS !!! WHIMSIGOTH !!! but not purples and blacks. greens and browns. brown leather shoes . long long skirts. she has a skirt collection. its insane. it would be a rare sight to see her in a pants. lots of layering, too !!! she runs cold and will wear 3 shirts and 3 skirts . they all look ugly but once she puts them on its gorgeous. ALSO JEWELLERY !!!!!!!!!!!! she has so much jewelry. accessories in general. she is knee deep in poverty and it because she has 4927 belts and bags and necklaces and rings and bracelets and earrings and body jewelry. not any piercings except her basic ear piercing, though. (shes scared of needles). ALSO HER W CRAZY LONG HAIR ?? yum. delicious. she has like curly hair (2b/2c) and its frizzy because she never takes care of it and its REALLY long like goes to her waist and to her knees when straightened and its like freaky. she doesnt like straightening her hair because she likes the crazy witch look. i love this. also she has moles. idk if male remus does but female remus lupin does and i know this because i kiss them every night before i go to bed.

fem jock james fem jock james fem jock james. shed bedazzle her quidditch jerseys (her mom would) (she can't sow) and wear tiny shorts for reasons that are Definitely Not Slutty. also !! she wears sarees . all the time. and you can see her abs and her BICEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and she has like short curly hair and wears big winged eyeliner and LOVES highlighter like she is SHINING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nude lipsticks w brown lipliner and KOHL !!! and male james has this too but important to mention dimples!! oh and piercings. a few on her ears (her first non-lobe one was in solidarity with sirius since sirius was doing it at james' place and was scared, but after they fucked around a little james really wanted a few more !!!) and a nose piercing . maybe a naval piercing once she's out of hogwarts. and ACNE SCARS AHHHH JAMES POTTERS ACNE SCARS IM GAY . also she also dresses like a homeless man. as in shell come in one day with a cute pink saree and her make up done and the next day in clothes that look like they belong to hagrid (size wise) or a raccoon (aesthetic wise). and um she may have a lot of clothes but what youll find her in most often is sweatpants and a SLUTTY tank top. (and spiderman sandals)

peter is fluctuates between romantic goth and cottage core. what unites her? corsets. she wears corsets. she will wear them 24/7 if she could (remus reminds her to not wear them too long!). she loves dramatic sleeves and hair accessories. im thinking mid-backish but she she curls them often so they sit a bit below her shoulders. hair accessories shes a sucker for flowers, dried or fresh depending on the aesthetic. also !! flared jeans. made for her. flared jeans with embroidery and she has all her friends' initials or like a moon and antlers and a paw print yk for her girlss !! ALSO very good at make up. eye make up in particular. she taught sirius how to do her make up and before peter got into goth culture herself shed dress sirius up ("i am not your dress up doll!" "but youre pretty like one" "STOP TRYING TO WOO ME!!!!"). fake freckles because hers fade in the winter. bangs era never faded.

LOSER REGULUS YUMMY. copied every single outfit sirius wore for like YEARS till sirius screamed and cried and hit her. parents thought her want to wear feminine clothing was because she wanted to be like her sister. shes also very formal but, like, less slutty form fitting clothes + no piercings. make up is always immaculate. still steals sirius' clothes but is more subtle about it. screams when there is one (1) possibility that she may get a stain on her. hair is almost always up in a lose bun w some face framing. mascara blindness lowkey.

you raise me goth severus i raise you specifically 1920s inspired goth severus. pin straight hair that falls over her shoulders (does not grow further no matter what she does) (though honestly she hasnt done much). wears only black (shes dedicated). flapper dresses but to her ankles. flats or t-shaped heels. is naturally pale and makes herself lighter with make up so her black black lipstick stands out. she has naturally thin lips so she tries overlining for a while (epic fail!!). her eye make up is never as intricate as she hopes but then she finds out the beauty of VIELS and wears one always. lace headpieces she spends hours on, learning from her mother or lily, and shes so fucking proud of them yk. very intricate beading on her dresses!!! she does half them herself, she guys her dresses matt and makes cool designs on them (or at least she plans to, most of them ending up resembling lilies). long gloves !!! her hands are fucked from her potion work and writing and she adores long gloves.

i love these sm please 29484 more fun asks

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luvtak · 1 year ago

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of weepy afternoons, lhc

❀ pairing lee haechan x afab!reader

❀ tw/genre est. relationship, super fluff, domestic, crying, reader’s on their period, reader is referred to as ‘girl’ a couple times and her cheeks are described to be red once :/, criminal amount of references to the movie enchanted

❀ a/n i wrote this in like an hour so it could be real rough haha, inspired by my very real need to watch enchanted when im on my period. i wrote this with this couple in mind <3 hope you enjoy it and happy august!!

❀ w/c 1058

When Haechan got home, he didn’t expect you to look so sad. There are so many ways he can envision your welcome, anywhere from loud laughing to big bear hugs, but he would never expect you to be bent over and shaking.

When he left this morning, you were buzzing with energy, telling him about all your plans for the day and how excited you were for him to be back with you. Now, you were sat on the couch sniffling into a throw pillow—making no moves to acknowledge his arrival, shoulders shaking with your cries. In the back of his mind, he can hear the TV slowly letting out noise, but with your crushed look, eyes finally raising to meet his he ignores it, and slowly approaches, as if you were a wounded animal: and you might as well be with your glossy eyes and red cheeks, you look so small: his usually tough girl tiny by comparison.

“What’s wrong, honey? He asks when he finally gets to you, lowering himself to be eye level with you, “What happened, huh?” His head is turning like a confused puppy, looking at you with so much worry and affection you can’t help but cry more. You cry because he’s home and you missed him, you cry because the house is a mess and you promised you’d clean up, but most of all you cry because he’s being dumb and it’s obvious why you’re upset (or so you think).

“I—I don’t know, just my heart hurts for them you know?” Your voice is scratchy, showing him that you really must have been breaking down for quite a while. He wonders who you’re talking about, if he’s forgetting something about one of your friends or wasn’t listening when you told him something important, but nothing comes to mind.

“Who, baby? Who’s hurting?” At his confusion all you feel is annoyance, it’s obvious whose hurting, it would be right in front of his face if he just looked.

“Them! Hyuck look at the TV! this is so sad, they’re just so in love, but they can’t be.” And he does look, but all he sees is Enchanted playing on the television. Combined with your sobs is the soft playing of ‘So close’ as Giselle and Robert dance around the ballroom—and suddenly everything begins to make sense.

From the very beginning of your relationship, every time you’ve gotten your period you’ve been drawn to Enchanted like a moth to a flame. Needing to watch the love story and cry your eyes out, as he has to unfortunately watch. He can’t count how many times you’ve sadly announced it’s your time of the month and then promptly turned on the movie.

While he could be annoyed or bitter at the constant playing of sing-alongs, all he feels is endeared, so he quickly cuddles into your shaking figure. Hugging you with both arms and legs like a koala, hoping that his affection will somehow cure your blues. He gives you a series of wet kisses, laughing and cooing at how sweet you are to be a grown girl and still crying at Disney films.

“Oh, my baby, why didn’t you call me earlier? I would’ve come home to you.” And you know he’s telling the truth, if he had even a whiff of you being sad and alone and hurting, he would’ve rushed back with ice cream and flowers galore. He knows millions of people go through this every month, but he can’t stomach the thought of his Honey in pain—all alone with nothing and nobody but Disney plus to comfort you.

“I didn’t want to bother you, you’re so busy and I can watch this all by myself.” You’re putting on a front, looking bravely at him even as the tears flow freely from your eyes. Inside, you know that half the reason you’re crying is because you missed him. Usually, he’d be there to sit with you, laughing and cuddling you at all the right times, and if you were lucky and he was in a good mood he’d sing along to the music like a lullaby.

However, you understand he is a busy boy—his schedule filled up with several commitments that he can’t just walk out on, even if he would. There’s too many people relying on him, and you can’t call him every time your tummy hurts, and your hormones go crazy (even if the hurt feels like a knife repeatedly stabbing you all over your lower body and then laughing at you).

“My silly silly girl, I’m never too busy for you. I know I can’t do much but I’m sure cuddling you and remembering to bring you your pain killers is enough, right?” and it is. There’s something so lovely about him, even if it’s the bare minimum. Your boyfriend never shies away from these conversations, he thinks it’s important that he knows and appreciates everything about you. Even if he can’t fully understand—especially if he can’t understand.

Donghyuck’s love language is really just being obsessed with you, knowing the ins and outs of your everyday life, and loving you more for it. As he sits with you now, he can see fully what he missed before—the telltale signs of your period running its course—the pinch in your forehead and the deep eyebags, and parts of him do feel ashamed he’s only now picking up on it.

“I’m sorry your body and your heart hurts, my honey bear, let’s start the movie over and take a nap, huh? How does that sound?” and even though your nose scrunches at his cheesy nickname, and you know the movie will just make you cry again—you look at him and agree.

He's wrapped around you, and he smiles, hoping your body will benefit from his body heat pressing into yours, smacking kisses all over your face until you’re laughing, and his gentle pecks begin to miss. And you know He’ll hold you tight all day, warming you up from the inside. He’ll tell you he loves you; he’ll tell you over and over again if it helps the pain wash away. And you know if you ask to watch Enchanted again, he’ll put it on with no complaints and sing along with you.

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subbmissivesuccubus · 11 months ago

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Part of the Job

Another story requested by my patreon member! If you're interested and would like to support my work, please consider checking it out, link in bio <3

Disclaimer: Gojo X Fem!Geto. ‘Blackmail’ but not really. Hospital sex. A lot of boob loving.

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“Getooo~” a shrill voice called out with an annoying teasing tone. Geto rolled her eyes, already knowing why Utahime was so excited.

“Ugh. What is it?” she asked as her Senior reached her, playing along.

“Rude. Be respectful!” Utahime said, pouting before she continued, “But anyway, your boyfriends here. Again.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Geto responded, putting away some paperwork on her desk, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have patients to take care of.”

“Yeah, and one of them is your boyfriend. He specifically asked for you. Again.”

“He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not doing it. Have Nanami look after him or something.”

“If Nanami caters to him one more time I think Gojo will leave the hospital more injured than when he came in. Just go already before he throws a tantrum.” Without waiting for a response, Utahime turned around and left the room, leaving Geto alone.

Geto sighed, realising that she unfortunately had to do her job. She looked into the mirror and checked that her uniform was proper, her white dress and stockings pristine and clean. Her long black hair was pinned up in a high ponytail, a strand of it framing her face in the front and her makeup was simple yet elegant. She looked good, as usual.

She walked out of the room and towards the location where her…patient was waiting. She didn’t even need to confirm where the man would be. There was only one room that would be sufficient for that rich bastard.

She knocked on the door once she arrived, sliding it open before she walked in. Despite the annoying situation, she did enjoy coming into the private suite of the hospital. A series of rooms reserved for the higher ups of society- celebrities, billionaires and such. It was a large room with an AC, a TV, a working internet connection, a big comfy bed, soundproof walls and, most importantly, a private nurse.

“Geto!” the nuisance called out excitedly as she walked into the room, “About time! I’ve been waiting for so long!”

Geto closed the door behind her and locked it, rolling her eyes, “I know you just arrived, stop being so dramatic.”

Gojo, her patient in question simply stuck his tongue out at her childishly before he went back to browsing the TV channels. She made her way over to him, trying her best to steel herself for whatever bullshit he was about to start spewing.

Gojo Satoru. He was a handsome young man with striking white hair and even more mesmerising blue eyes. The first time she saw him, she had to remember how to breathe, his eyes sparkling like sapphires. He was the son of the family who owned the hospital and he was well on his way to becoming the head someday. And for some reason, he seemed to have developed a habit of faking injuries and illnesses just to get into the hospital.

For ‘some reason’.

“So, what’s your problem this time?” Geto asked as she sat beside the bed, getting comfortable, notepad in hand as she looked over the man who was sitting against the headboard of the very comfy bed.

“My head hurts.” He responded, giving her a sad puppy dog look, “It’s been hurting all day. I think it’s something serious.”

“It sure is serious.” Geto said, poking his forehead with a manicured nail, “your brain is so empty- I bet the one braincell you have is hurting your skull when it knocks around in all that space!”

“Haha. Very funny.” Gojo said, pretending like he was going to bite her fingers and laughing when she suddenly pulled away, “Anyway, you know the best cure for it, right? You are a nurse, after all. My nurse.”

“Well, a headache will just be a tablet you can swallow but…that’s not what you’re demanding, are you?”

“Demanding? I’m not demanding anything.” Gojo said, lying through his teeth as he looked her up and down with that familiar expression, “I’m just asking you, as a medical professional, to give me the treatment that works the best on me.”

Geto sighed. Here she goes again.

Double checking that the door was locked, she took off her shoes before she crawled onto the bed. Gojo threw the remote away, the TV showcasing some random program but it didn’t matter as Geto sliding onto his lap blocked his view from the machine. She looked down at him, an unimpressed look in her eyes as he stared up at her, mischief behind his blue orbs before his gaze trailed down to her chest. With a sigh, she got to work, starting to unbutton her uniform.

“Oh yeah~ Give me those tits~” the white-haired man purred, practically drooling as Geto’s skin got revealed. She pushed the top half of her dress off of her shoulders and arms, the routine getting familiar as she exposed her bra clad breasts to the perverted patient.

“Fuck-“ Gojo gasped, shamelessly pushing forward and slotting his face into her cleavage, breathing in her scent and lightly shaking his head side to side, motorboating her, “I love it when you wear black.”

“You want to take it off of me?”

“Mmhmm.”

With his face still smothered between her ample breasts, His hands slid up her back, tracing up her spine, his long fingers massaging her muscles before he reached the clasp of her bra. With practiced ease, he unhooked the item, not moving his face away from her chest even as he helped her remove it.

He threw it to the side, finally parting from her so he could have a good long look at her bare chest. Geto understood early on that Gojo was obsessed with her tits, the man often looking at her breasts more than her eyes. She was quite gifted in that department- her breasts decently big and plump enough for his hand to engulf and squeeze tightly.

Giving the valley between her breasts a kiss, his hands came up and grabbed onto her breasts, Geto’s back arching as she allowed him to grope at her. The man bit his lower lips, his pupils turning into hearts as he started to squeeze her like a toy. Her soft flesh seeped between his fingers as he groped her, Gojo using his grip on her to move her breasts in random directions. Sometimes, he’d push her breasts up a bit before letting go, his cock throbbing under Geto’s butt as he watched the way her tits bounced back down only for him to do it again.

“Shake those tits for me, yeah, that’s it~” he ordered, mouth watering as Geto shook her shoulders enough for her breasts to start moving side to side, the way her plump flesh danced mesmerising. He stuffed his face between her tits again, Geto still shaking her body as he enjoyed the feeling of her tits slapping his face.

“Tighter- fuck- make it tighter-“

Geto swore he could probably cum in his pants if the moan he let out was anything to go by. With his hands now on her ass, greedily pawing at her, she pressed her breasts closer together, squeezing them around Gojo’s face. She could feel him moan against her; his cheeks red as he happily suffocated between her soft globes.

“More- squeeze more- fuck – yes!”

Gojo’s cock was already rock hard in his pants but he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved Geto’s body, especially her tits. He’d spend all day suckling on her nipples if she let him, her soft breasts now becoming a happy place for him. Work is annoying? He’d imagine groping her titties. People are getting on his nerves? He’d picture falling asleep with Geto’s nipple in his mouth. Geto is ignoring him to do her ‘job’? That’s fine, just jerk off to the thought of big, fat milkers-

“Oh fuck!” Gojo moaned, pulling his head from between her breasts to take a deep breath, body shivering as Geto suddenly started to move her hips against his. Her hands now behind her, grasping onto his legs, she arched her back a bit as she ground against his clothed erection, her perky butt massaging his member just right. His grip on her ass tightened as Gojo leaned down, mouth open and panting as his tongue ran over the plush of her right breast. Making his way down to her nipple, he giggled at Geto’s flinch once he flicked her sensitive bud with his tongue, her nipple instantly hardening. Not one to waste time, he sealed his lips around her and started to suck, groaning against her from the sensation of suckling on her sweet bud while also having her ass rub against his leaking member.

As he sucked her, licking her nipple up greedily, Geto thought back to how this all started. How she was so happy to have been accepted to one of the most prestigious hospitals out there. How she quickly got the respect and admiration from her peers for her work ethic and no-nonsense attitude while still being empathetic and kind to patients. She had met Gojo a month into her job and they hit it off, his status not influencing the way she treated him. Despite his spoilt attitude, they ended up being good friends even before she realised who he was.

The first time he got injured and Geto had to look after him, he groped her butt, his pain killer muddled brain claiming it made him feel better. The second time, after he realised Geto wasn’t mad at him, he admitted himself in for a headache and needed to see Geto’s bare breasts to get better. The third time, after his days were haunted by the sight of Geto’s pretty nipples, he claimed his dick was aching and swore that emptying his balls into her mouth would solve his problems.

And so, this routine continued. Perhaps it was because Gojo was technically her boss and Geto had to follow his orders (despite the fact that Geto would sooner castrate him than do something she doesn’t want to do). Perhaps it was because Geto was pent up, hot and horny that she was willing to let Gojo use her body for his perverted desires (much more likely). Or, perhaps, they were two emotionally constipated people who’d rather fuck each other than confess to any actual affection.

“I want you to sit on my face.” Gojo said hungrily, flicking her nipple with his tongue before giving it a kiss. Geto snorted, biting down a gasp as he bit down on her bud, “Is that another, super legit medical procedure?” she asked.

“Sure is.” The man responded, his other hand pawing at her ass, fisting and pulling up her skirt, “your pussy juice can solve any problem.”

“Ugh. Gross.” Geto said, this time unable to hold back her gasp as he suddenly spanked her, the pain red hot and addicting, “Fine- lie down.”

With an excited grin, Gojo did as he was told (a very rare sight), his head resting comfortably against his pillow as he waited for his treat. Huffing, Geto slid her hands underneath her skirt and started to pull off her undergarments. Gojo watched as she slowly started to drag her panties down her milky white thighs, her uniform covering up her cunt but he knew he’d see it in a second. With a bit of manoeuvring, Geto threw her panties to the floor, shivering as she felt the slight chill of the air conditioner brush against her- admittedly wet- cunt.

“Ready?” she asked, crawling up towards his head.

“Fuck yes!” Gojo said, already panting excitedly as he gripped her hips, helping her balance as she finally made her way to his head. “Fucking hell-“ he gasped as she straddled his face, not sitting down yet as she gave him a perfect view of her cunt. He was quite familiar with her pussy at this point, her cunt being absolute perfection. Cute and pink with puffy pussy lips, a tuft of hair and a sensitive clit- her pussy was what dreams were made of. “Your pussy is so perfect- fuck- get down here!”

Gripping her hips tightly, Gojo pulled her down, Geto letting out a cute yelp from the sudden movement as she sat on his face, his mouth directly on her cunt. She moaned as Gojo took a deep, greedy lick of her pussy, kissing her cunt like he was making out with it. The moans he was letting out like he was the one getting fucked was vibrating her pussy, making her body shiver as he pleasured her. Geto had to admit- the man knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck-“ she gasped out softly, refusing to be vocal to preserve her pride as Gojo lapped at her pussy, the man sucking on her clit like it was a sweet treat. He smacked her ass occasionally, making her rock her hips against his tongue even harder as he ate her out. He seemed to love getting her to break down, having her squealing for him by the end.

She was driven to her climax embarrassingly fast, Gojo’s talented mouth working her pussy perfectly. He moaned against her, mouth open and tongue lapping up her juices as she came in his mouth, Geto muffling her moans by slapping a hand over her mouth. She trembled on top of him, her thighs shaking and back arching as the pleasure hit her, her cunt gushing all over Gojo’s face.

He eventually tapped her thigh, signalling that he wanted her to get off. She pushed herself onto his chest, the man having a happy, satisfied look on his face as he took deep breaths. He looked at her, hunger still in his eyes.

“How do you want me to take you?” he asked, panting heavily, his lips wet from her slick. Geto wasn’t any better, her body shivering from the aftermath of her orgasm but her pussy wanted more. She needed him.

“…from behind.” She said, mirroring Gojo smile as he pushed her off of him, making her fall back against the bed. She quickly rolled over as the man greedily started unbuttoning his jeans, pushing his pants and underwear down in record speed just as she got on her knees. Geto looked behind her, mouth drooling as she stared at Gojo’s thick, delicious cock. The first time she sucked him off, her jaw was sore for three days straight. He was long, thick, with heavy balls and a delicious red tip, a tip that was leaking so much pre-cum she wished she could lap it up.

He grabbed her hip with one hand, grasping the base of his cock with the other before he started slapping his dick against her wet pussy, making her jump with every hit.

“Put it in yourself.” He demanded, clearly expecting Geto to protest but the woman was so horny that she quickly complied. He chuckled as she brought her arm out from between her legs, grabbing onto his member before she guided him to her hole, pressing his tip against her leaking entrance. She heard Gojo curse at her lewd action, his cock throbbing against her as he started pushing in. They both groaned simultaneously as his dick thrust inside her, splitting apart her wet, needy walls.

“Fu-uck-“ Geto moaned, her patients dick already bumping her cervix, his dick so deliciously long it took her breath away. Gojo growled as he gave her juicy butt a mean spank, moaning as he felt her tighten around him from the impact. “Gonna move- fuck me- I love this fucking pussy!”

With another smack, the man started to thrust, gently pulling out before slamming back inside her, both of them moaning. Geto gripped onto the bedsheet tightly as her body started to move back and forth, tits swinging as he gradually picked up the pace. She always enjoyed it when Gojo took her from behind, the position making his cock drive as deep as it could inside her. His grip on her hips was tight, the man pulling her back to meet his thrusts as he started passionately fucking her. Balls clapped against her clit each time, the slick sound of their filthy fucking echoing through the room, no doubt being audible outside the door were it not for the soundproof walls.

“Fuuuuck!” Gojo snarled, sweat on his body and heat on his face as he fucked this beautiful, sexy woman. He enjoyed their little routine, knowing full well that he wasn’t actually blackmailing her. At this point, she knew enough about him that she could threaten him and get whatever she wanted. Hell, she could just withhold sex for a day and Gojo would cave. He knew he had feelings for her but it just wasn’t the time for them. It will be, eventually, he was sure of it.

So for now, he would just fuck her cunt, enjoy her body and give her enough orgasms to make sure she knows she’d never find someone as good as him. He needed to make a stand considering just how amazing Geto was. There was no doubt a long list of men who’d want to be with her, but she chose him and he didn’t take it for granted. One day, he’d have her body and mind and heart.

They fucked like animals, Geto eventually loosing strength in her arms as she lowered her face onto the mattress, panting and mewling against the bedsheet with her ass up. Gojo loved the view, licking his lips as a hand came up to grope at her butt before his thumb inched towards her rim. He felt her jump, her gasp adorable as he started rubbing her tight asshole, his mouth starting to water as he pictures eating her ass. He needed to do that next.

“Fuck- cumming- gonna- oh yes-“ Geto moaned, drool seeping into the bedsheet as she was fucked silly, his thick cock hitting her g-spot perfectly. M-Me too!” Gojo gasped, gritting his teeth as he gently pressed his thumb into her other hole, groaning as he felt her tighten around him even more, “Fuck- where do you want it?”

“I-Inside me!” Geto begged, voice jumping from the force of his thrust, her ass ripping against him, “fill me up!”

“Fuck baby- let’s cum together!” Gojo said, ready to pump her full. She was on birth control but he felt his balls constrict over imaging a time where she wouldn’t be- where he could truly breed her and knock her up.

“Cumming! Fuck- cumming!”

“Cum for me babe- oh yea- gonna fucking- fill you!”

“Yes- yes- yes!!”

With a shrill squeal, Geto climaxed. Her back arched as her pussy gushed around his member, her juices dripping down her thighs as she came. Her body shivered, the woman biting down on the bedsheet to prevent any further noises from leaving her throat. It barely helped as she huffed and moaned against the fabric, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the amazing feeling of an orgasm literally being fucked out of her.

Gojo moaned shamelessly, pressing her hips so tight against his, not allowing her to move as he came inside her. He smiled a wide grin, tongue sticking out as he pumped her full, balls clenching as he dumped his nut into her eager, waiting womb. Fuck…he really wished she wasn’t on birth control. He’d never get tired of the sensation of her pussy milking his cock for every drop, her ribbed walls clamping around him, soaking his dick in a mixture of their juices. She was so perfect.

Eventually, after coming down from their highs, Gojo slowly pulled his cock out, dick twitching as he watched her gaping pussy leak out his cum, making her body a mess of sweat and semen. Geto sat up as well, a bit dazed from her orgasm and a bit miffed that she now had to continue her workday stuffed with cum. Post nut clarity really was a bitch.

But before she could say anything, Gojo sat back against the headboard, legs spread and cock still erect as he started taking off the remaining of his clothes, getting completely naked.

“You’re still my nurse, right?” he asked, noticing her confused expression, “My head still hurts. I think I need to cum down your throat for it to go away.”

Geto snorted, unable to hold back her laugh as she started crawling towards him, happy to give her body a break but still eager for more.

“And I suppose you’d like to tongue my asshole open later?” she asked as she grasped his member, Gojo hissing from the sensitivity.

“Exactly. I knew you were an excellent nurse.”

~~~~~

#satosugu #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto suguru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x geto #jjk smut #subby writes #jjk fanfic

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lovewireds · 19 days ago

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Sonic 3 thoughts / review thing under cut

Day-After memories be nice /silly

tl;dr: maybe my expectations were low BUT ITS SO FUCKING GOOD HELLO 9/10 only a point away from 10 bc of the typical sonic movie problems. sibling cried about 50 times throughout the movie /hyp

obvi i hate all thr copaganda in the paramount sonic movies (its paramount what do you expect /lh) but them doing the BARE MINIMUM of making sonic not blindly trust G.U.N. after hearing a snippet of shadow's story ?? like telling tails "we're NOT trusting them until we get more answers" Ok Now make your dad and uncle or whatever resign from the police force Sonic! Please <- coping

ALL THE SCENES WITH MARIA AND SHADOW BEING SIBLINGS ARE AMAZING I FUCKING LOVE THAT SO MUCH 😭😭AAAEUEURUEUEEURUU theyre so sibling. im so happy and joyous.

i'm kinda sad they got rid of the "shadow's purpose was to help cure maria's terminal illness" plot line. i don't think there's any implication she's chronically ill, even if not terminal? like i LOVE when ppl hc shadow as her emotional support alien or something to help with her illness, going that route more explicitly would've been awesome. like he still has the pain from losing his sister, but a major part of his trauma is the feeling that his only purpose never got fulfilled—Maria was terminally ill but died of completely preventable causes.

robotnik's npd coding really hit home this time; tossing aside the only person whos ever been there for him because he got familial attention, completely cutting off stone because he showed distrust in their plan?? hands in my pockets. god, eggman npd autism. none of you understand how much they mean to me as someone w/ suspected npd, they have a certain npd chosen person connection i canot explain to persotypical ppl

also the opening SA2 sonic line misses its hit when he's not, like..Sonic giving a silly one-liner slightly dissing on how incompetent the military is. 😭 does that make sense??? Like in movie they technically went on the helicopter of their own free will, i would be more down with it if they were blatantly threatened .? like G.U.N. has done before?? Like it misses WHY sonic said it, it's just mindless reference & felt forced as fuck LOL

LIKE the super scene hits because it has the same / similar hit to why SA2 was so impactful! i have a sp/in in sonic so im not immune to "THATS THE THING I KNOW" pointing at the screen with a big smile BUT direct references should be done for story impact rather than "that's the line" like the thing above; Shadow helping to save earth after coming to terms with trauma and such, fighting alongside Sonic after so long of Shadow feeling alone, striking a cool ass pose with him with some lighthearted bickering—THATS IMPACTFUL!! it's not just "THATS THE THING I KNOW THEY DID THE POSE" it's showing shadow's growth :) that goes for the use of live and learn, too! live and learn, you may never find your way 💖

ALSO the next movie is gonna be based on sonic CD it looks like !! im genuinely rlly excited to figure out how they work with that, considering all the future & past time warps being a major part of the game? i think it'd be a good idea to bring sonic '06 into the mix either the next movie or the movie after that, silver coming in during the whole time shenanigans would make sense!! maybe a good time to reveal shadows been alive and formed team dark in his own time bc i doubt they'd make a whole movie or miniseries for that? unless the next movie is gonna b based on sonic CD and sonic heroes...but amy should get her spotlight for a bit

#lovewired.txt #sonic 3 spoilers #sonic movie spoilers #sonic 3 movie spoilers #i didnt proofread this im gona be honest

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anitabighug · 2 years ago

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❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [ ♡ ♡ ♡ ] Chapter Three; The Big Sleepover [ CONTENT WARNING : Allusions to abuse, overstimulation, big feelings ] ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●

You’re staring at the ceiling. The room is dark and claustrophobic, and you can’t shake the aching from your body. Your jaw throbs, and you feel heat emanating from bits and pieces of your arms and calves. This jaunt will leave marks, of that you’re certain. You hear stomping around past the door, a shadow moving through the light underneath, and hold your breath. You hope the bogeyman will forget about you if you just don’t make a peep. He’ll wander out, find another home to haunt, and leave you in peace. Deep down, you know he won’t, and it's only a matter of time before he finds another reason to be angry. Only a matter of time before his thirst returns, and it clouds his brain and makes him even meaner. Your heart aches more than anything, and tears sting at your eyes, threatening to drop at any moment. You try to sniff away the drip from your nose. The banging stops, and so does your heart. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Sweat pools on your felted body, and your pillow is stained with tears. You’d tossed and turned so much that you were practically a blanket cocoon at this point. No matter how hard you tried, though… You just couldn’t remember what had happened in your dream to scare you so. The only even mildly disturbing thing in your whole world was the grey clouds outside, threatening the neighbourhood with a good time. … You just couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed. Your tummy growled in protest, but you ignored it. Whatever it was, you just couldn’t shake it, and determined that today would be a big sad in bed day. Yep. Every one of your pillows needed a good snuggle, and nothing could change your mind on that. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! … KNOCK KNOCK!!!! Ugh. Who could even be here at this hour, it was only–... Only 3 PM. It takes another shave and haircut to bring you to your senses, and you throw a robe over your pajamas, scurrying downstairs to answer the door. “Hello, Neighbour– Whoa!!” The smile was wiped off of Sally’s face quite quickly when she saw you open your door. You give her the warmest smile you can muster, pushing your tire and worries down deep into your stomach, and greet her, asking what you can do for her. There isn’t even a chance for you to react before she has your face in her hands, rolling it from side to side to look you over. She feels your head and, satisfied with your lack of fever, returns to squishing your chubby cheeks. “You look downright bummed out!!! What's got you in such a downer?”

“Oh, Sally honey, it's nothing!! I just didn’t get much sleep. I must’ve had a bad dream, is all! I’m fine!” You manage out through the rubbing of your cheeks. She pulls you into a hug, and you have to admit, it really does make you feel quite better. “I’ve been having a few of them lately, I was going to see if I could catch up when–... Well.” You laugh a little against her collarbone, and she shoves you back, taking a look at you fully once more. She seems to realise that she interrupted you, but… Something in that look in her eyes worries you. “Um… Was there something I could help you with, Neighbour?” You wonder nervously. “What? Oh, no, I just remembered the perfect cure for bad dreams is all!” Sally explains, and you perk up. A magic cure for bad dreams? It seems like you’d be better to ask about that than Sally of all people, but despite wracking your brain, you’re coming up with nothing. Just what was she talking about…? ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● “A…. Sleepover?” You’re completely flabbergasted. One moment, Sally was zooming off without a word, and the next she had carted half of the town into your living room. “Yeah!!! Girls night!!!” Sally threw her hands in the air in glee as your friends had already started to make themselves at home and snoop around in your home. Poppy had gone upstairs to fetch bedding for everyone to get comfy in your living room, returning quickly with almost all of your stash in her huge arms. Julie was picking through your records, settling on a rock album to jam out to, and swinging her giant hair back and forth to show her enjoyment. Frank– who was joining girls night for some unknown reason– had started to pop some corn on your stove, and you thanked goodness that at least it was him that was messing with your kitchen supplies. Sally finally turned her gaze from her hard work and took a look at you, and her smile faltered. “W–... Do you not like it?” She asked, her voice dropping to a hush and her hand tugging on your sleeve gently. “What? Oh, oh no! Its lovely!! I’m so glad to have you all over!” You shove your unease deep inside. Your tummy is flip-flopping under your dress. You ignore it, you can manage. Your friends were so kind as to come over, after all! Isn’t this what you wanted…? “Its… Uh… Its…” You scramble to find the right word. Oh, what would Sally say? Um… “Its… Groovy!!” Sally stares at you for a beat, before her smile returns to her face, and your shoulders finally relax. You’re thankful she doesn’t press further, instead heading over to the other guests to chit-chat. You take this brief lull in activity to join Frank in the kitchen, and dig through your cupboard until you find the perfect snacks for your friends. You set the ingredients on the counter, and get a knowing nod from Frank when you scooch up next to him, flicking on the burner and roasting a marshmallow over the open flame. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● “Alright, kiddos!” Sally pulls Julie and Poppy in close for a meeting, peeking over her shoulder to make sure that you’re distracted on snack duty. “We’ve gotta brainstorm here, our newest friend is feelin’ mad bummed, and golly, we gotta do something about it!!!” She squeezes the girls closer. “Gosh! Mad bummed, you say?” Poppy raises a wing to her beak in shock, and looks over her shoulder as well, “W-what should we do? Should we leave? Are we making it worse…? Should we–” “Chill out, Silly bird!” Sally laughs, “Yeah! Calm down, Poppy! All we need to do is cheer her up, easy peasy! And I happen to be THE BEST at cheering up!” Julie points her thumb hard into her chest to emphasise her point, the other girls ooh-ing in response. You finish the last s’more just in time to have your arm yanked, and the rest of your body dragging behind. You find yourself back in your living room, plopped down on to a cushion in your conversation pit. Frank sets the snacks down on the coffee table, and upon hearing Julie breathe in deeply, slaps his hands over his ears with a panic in his eyes you’ve yet to see from him.You soon find out why. “MAKEOVERS!!!!!!!!!!” Julie screeches almost directly above your head, and it takes a moment or so for your ears to stop ringing. Poppy is clapping and bouncing up and down, telling her friend what an excellent idea that was! A nice, safe activity! You don’t really have time to react before the girls are poking and prodding and pouffing. The pit in your stomach is getting deeper. The only thing you can do to stay calm is stare directly forwards, which suits Julie just fine as she rolls your hair into steam curlers. Poppy applies some blush to your cheeks. You hold back a cough. Sally has run upstairs to go through your closet. Frank stares at the carnage with his sourpuss frown, tossing popcorn into his mouth occasionally. This chaos continues, Sally pushing a froofy dress over your head, taking no care around Julie’s delicately placed curlers as they fall to the floor. The two of them argue above you, each trying to get their turn forcefully. Poppy looks back, and forth, with each banter, only to stammer out a soft, “Oh, dear… The makeup, it really clashes with that dress…”

The argument engulfs her at this point, and the trio around you keep making terrible points. Your dress itches. Your pores feel clogged. You’re so sick of people touching you. Everything is so loud, and you can’t wrap your head around any one person’s words, and the makeup is so cakey and smelly and… and… and… hic. The argument stops instantly. Everyone in the room slowly turns to look down at you. Your lip is trembling, and the mascara that had been so delicately applied is now running down your face. They start to move towards you, and your hands shoot up to hide your eyes. You’re apologising. Oh, you were trying so hard, and you just wanted everyone to be happy, and you’re ruining it, please don’t look at me, i’m sorry. I’m so… i’m so sorry… You feel soft feathers on your hands… Someone is removing the curlers from your hair. Someone else has unbuttoned the dress, and is slipping it off, returning you to the clothes you’d had on underneath. You’re lifted up, gently, and set on Poppy’s lap as she shushes you. You move your hands from your eyes. She has you tucked delicately under her wing. The music is turned down. The lights are dimmed… “Hey… Daisy?” You hear Sally’s voice from the other side of Poppy’s wing. You can see the denim of her pants kneeling beside the two of you. You think you respond. You can’t quite tell. “I’m awfully sorry. I should’ve asked. We… We all should’ve asked. For everything. I should’ve asked you what was wrong. I should’ve asked if I could touch you… I should’ve asked if I could invite everyone over…” “... Can you forgive us?” Julie’s voice is shaky. It takes a few beats for this apology to properly register with you. “She's nodding.” Poppy relayed, and you heard a collective sigh of relief from the room. “I think what our friend needs most is some peace and quiet.” Frank finally spoke up, to which the others agreed. The remaining group set to work making beds for everyone, luckily there were plenty of blankets, and plenty of room in the pit for the group. They set up a blanket nest for Poppy, and after transferring over, wrapped you up in a thick blanket burrito, letting you settle in with your head on Poppy’s lap before they laid down themselves.

Frank took a blanket to lay down in your armchair, legs sprawled out across the ottoman. Sally piled up some blankets and pulled her favourite snugglebug, Julie, into the crook of her neck. With lights dimmed, and a good cry out of the way, your eyelids feel heavy. It was easier now, to relax, as you heard the soft conversation from the room. No one was mad at you, and despite the disaster your first sleepover turned out to be… They stayed. They really stayed. “Aw, come on, theres gotta be some juicy secrets between us! We can’t possibly know everything!” Sally whined under her breath. You laugh in reply. “Nope. None at all,” Frank responds curtly, “Honesty is the best policy, after all.” “I know Frank’s secret,” You can hear the grin on Julie’s face even if you can’t see it. Frank’s eyes shoot open, his grey felt flushed with purple, “You do not! I mean, there isn’t one to tell!” His voice was surprisingly shrill at this. Another laugh escaped you. Poppy’s soft feathers are stroking your head… Its so hard to stay awake… “He liiiiiikes someone! In fact! He liiikes–” “I like no one!!!!” He insists, face even brighter than before. “Aw, don’t worry! Here, I’ll tell you who I like! I–” “Sally, you are actively dating Julie. I do not think this is a fair trade.” Frank huffs, and the room breaks out into soft laughs. “Do you like anyone, Daisy?” Poppy asks under her breath, leaning down close as the three of them continue their quiet bickering. “Mmm… Maybe… But he doesn’t like me… After all… He’s the most…” Is what you manage to mumble as you drift off into a dreamless slumber.

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home fic

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