#i was so exited it was a sugar mommy this time

[ostrobothnianoccultist]

She GHOSTED ME I AM DEVASTATED

[cherrrydragon]

➤ find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)

CHAPTER SEVEN: INHIBITION (OR LACK THERE OF)

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SUMMARY ↳ The three C's (carnival, chaos, and cuddle pollen). Jon lets you drag him away, looking back to see Damian squinting at him through the mask. Making your way out of the venue you catch onto Ivy’s parting words. "In a world of violence and chaos, my cuddle pollen offers a moment of peace, a false but blissful reprieve. It's almost poetic, isn't it?" Fuck. Your. Life. pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne warnings: mentions of having sex (as a joke/none is actually had), cuddle pollen (kind of non-con cuddling and kissing, but reader really doesn't mind) wc: 4.4k

Nari wakes you up by screeching in your ear. You groan and roll over, snatching him up and gently throwing him off the bed. You sit in bed and contemplate if you really have to get up and function as a normal person, but alas, you do. Grabbing your phone, your eyes widen a tad. Jesus, you slept till ten? Good thing it’s the weekend.

You have the day off from work, so it’s up to you to find something to do. You feed Nari, making sure to give him a bunch of apologetic kisses. Maybe you’ll swing by the Den today. It won’t hurt to work some more on the badassium.

You groan and stretch, doing some warm-up exercises. Nari perches on your back as you do push ups. He weighs nothing, but it’s the thought that counts. Karen pipes up from your laptop.

“I’ve done you the liberty of adding Victoria’s contact info on your phone.”

You release a fond sigh. “Bit of a meddler, are you?”

“I am simply saving us time.” You snort. You grab your phone, changing Victoria’s name and shoot her a text.

sugar mommy

whats good how we doing

i dont need anything just wanted to say hi

also its [name] btw

Her response comes a minute later.

[Name]???

How did you get my number?

karen did

shes kind of my guy in the chair

does all the super cool behind the scenes stuff yknow how it is

I thought I was your ‘guy in the chair’

fym ur my sugar mommy

Her only response is a money bag emoji, making you chuckle. She’s got personality and it makes you smile. A knock at the door catches your attention. Probably May coming to make sure you’re not dead. She’s gotten used to leaving early now. The lock clicks as you open the door.

Oh, it’s not May. It’s Jon .

“Jon!” you say, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles, a friendly one. “Hi, [Name]. I was just visiting Dami, but he seems to be in a mood… so I was wondering if we could hang out?” he asks, hopeful. “If that’s okay with you?”

You coo internally. You’ll never get over how sweet he is. “Yeah, of course. Just text me next time, yeah?”

He nods, stepping inside as you open the door for him. Nari trots over to him and rubs against his ankles. “What time did you get up? I don’t think Metropolis is that close to GC.” You feel a little evil, putting him on the spot because you know he flew here.

He pauses, thinking of an appropriate answer. “Uh, I don’t know. Six, maybe?” he winces, hoping that answer makes sense. You don’t have it in you to do the mental calculations so early in the morning, so you nod. You wouldn’t actually out him like that, anyway.

“Got any ideas are we just gonna have hot sex the whole day?”

Jon, to his credit, only lightly blushes. He’s long gotten used to your sense of humor. “There’s that carnival that just opened.”

“Mmm, maybe later. Carnivals always look better when it’s dark.”

“Then…” he thinks, “...let’s just go for a walk. See what we find.”

You grab your keychain with far too many charms on it and your other essentials, hooking your arm in Jon's. “Lead the way.”

May doesn’t have any outward reaction save for a knowing look as you exit the building. You squint your eyes at her in response. The noise of the city greets you as you walk out. People around you go on with their days, each living their own complex life.

It’s silent for a moment as the two of you walk. You take the moment to just think for a moment. You thought life was crazy when you found out you had crazy spider powers, but then you turned it around and made it into something good. You thought life was crazy when you got asked to officially join the avengers, but then you found a family in them. You thought life was crazy when you found out about the ‘spider verse’, but from that you realized you weren’t alone. You should’ve known better than to think it couldn’t get any crazier than that, but here you are. Very far from home.

You just wonder what will come out of this .

“You’re quiet,” Jon notes, voice barely a murmur.

“Just thinking.”

“That’s not good,” he jokes. You scoff and consider flicking him, but it would probably hurt.

“Just thinking how hard it’ll be for Damian to look me in the eye the next time I see him.”

Jon raises a brow. “What… happened between you and Damian? Is that why he was in a mood?”

“So crazy story, he walked in on me making out with my kind-of bully.” Jon’s eyes widen incredibly. His pace stutters and he chokes on air. You grin as you watch his flail. “Making out might be generous, but it was pretty passionate.”

You continue, “God, you should’ve seen the look on his face. He genuinely stopped functioning for a sec! He’s a bigger virgin than I thought. Or maybe it was just that it was with Tori of all people. It’s okay though, she’s not all that she seems.”

Jon stops walking altogether, accidentally yanking you to a stop as well. You blink at him.

“Ok…” he starts, “first of all, you kissed your bully?” he asks incredulously.

“Well, like I said, she's not all that she seems,” you shrug. He nods, still looking at you in disbelief.

“So… what? Are you guys… dating?” he hesitates to say the word.

You scratch your nose, looking down. “Nah… we talked it out, she uh…” you trail off, “...it was a spur of the moment thing, we’re just friends. Now, anyway.” You feel bad saying you rejected the girl who was in love with you, but you also can’t say everything that went down.

You look at Jon, seeing him also looking down in thought. His brows are furrowed, you wonder how strange it is to Damian if it’s so strange to Jon. He nods after a bit, continuing his walk. His arm holds yours a bit tighter.

“You’re the strangest person I’ve ever met,” he laughs disbelievingly.

Probably because this isn’t your universe. “Probably because I’m so awesome all kinds of people want a piece of me.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late,” you grin.

For as drab as Gotham City is, at least this carnival provides a little bit of color. The vibrant lights provide an enchanting atmosphere. You can’t help but grin. Jon watches you with a smile.

“What do you want to do first?”

“Pie eating contest.”

He blinks. “Okay?” He’s a little confused by your quick and confident reply. Now don’t be alarmed, you usually eat three meals a day. The meals are just… well, some might argue if they’re actually meals or not. Tony estimated that you should be eating five proper meals a day to combat your increased metabolism. You’re not starving or anything as you are now, but if you ever get injured your increased healing won’t help.

“I wanna eat,” is your only explanation as you drag him to the stand.

Jon chuckles as you drag him along, his smile widening at your enthusiasm. “Alright, I’ll join you,” he smiles, matching your energy. The two of you approach the stand where a small crowd has gathered around a makeshift stage. A lively carnival barker stands at the front, rallying contestants and spectators alike.

“Step right up, folks! Who’s got what it takes to be the pie-eating champion of Gotham tonight?” the man announces enthusiastically, his voice carrying over the excited chatter of the crowd.

You and Jon sign up eagerly, taking your places at the contestant table. The rules are simple: eat as much pie as you can within a set time limit. The pies, piled high with whipped cream and fruity filling, look delectable under the carnival lights.

The contest begins, and you and Jon dig in with gusto. The pies are delicious, each bite bringing a burst of sweet flavor. The crowd cheers and laughs as you both devour your way through the pies, alternating between bites and glances at each other, each trying to outpace the other.

Jon manages to finish his first pie just as you’re halfway through yours. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, grinning at you challengingly. “You’re pretty good at this,” he remarks between bites.

You flash him a competitive smirk, determined not to be outdone. “I eat a lot,” you quip back, mouth full of pie.

The contest continues, the pace quickening as the time ticks down. Cheers and encouragement from the crowd spur you on, adding to the thrill of the competition. Despite the messiness and the rapidly filling sensation in your stomach, you keep going, driven by the desire to win and the sheer enjoyment of the moment.

Finally, the timer buzzes, signaling the end of the contest. You and Jon set down your forks, breathing heavily but grinning broadly at each other. The man approaches to determine the winner.

“And the winner is…” he declares dramatically, waiting. After a tense moment, he announces, “It’s a tie!”

You and Jon exchange a look of surprise and then burst into laughter, both of your mouths covered in pie and thoroughly satisfied. The crowd applauds, appreciating the spirited effort you both put into the contest. You fancy yourself smug, seeing as you kept up with a kryptonian.

Jon wipes his hands and face with a napkin, chuckling as he looks at you. "I can't believe we tied," he says, shaking his head in amusement.

You nod, still grinning widely. "Yeah, I can’t believe you kept up with me.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

The man hands each of you a small prize—a colorful ribbon that declares you both "Pie Eating Champions of Gotham City Carnival". You both accept the ribbons with good humor, pinning them onto your shirts proudly.

As you step away from the contest table, Jon nudges you playfully. "So, what's next on our carnival adventure?"

You glance around, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling carnival. The vibrant lights of the rides beckon in the distance, and the aroma of cotton candy and popcorn fills the air. "Let's hit the Ferris wheel," you suggest, pointing towards the towering structure adorned with sparkling lights.

Jon nods eagerly. "Sounds good to me. Let's go," he says, grabbing your hand as you make your way towards the Ferris wheel.

The line isn’t too long. The worker wishes you a good ride as the two of you step into the brightly colored gondola, slowly ascending to the sky.

As the ride reaches its peak, you both fall silent for a moment, taking in the view. The city skyline looms in the distance, a stark contrast to the colorful and carefree world of the carnival. For a brief moment, you feel a sense of peace and contentment, grateful for this simple yet memorable night with Jon. 

"This is nice," Jon remarks, leaning back comfortably in his seat. You nod in agreement, admiring the view.

Jon looks at you, thinking. There are a million things he wants to say, wants to admit to you. He wonders how you would react to each and every one of them. With only positivity, he’s sure. You’re the type to go with the flow, whatever happens, happens. He’s certain he could trust you with his life, eventually.

He takes a deep breath, unsure what’s about to come out of his mouth. “[Name]–”

The Ferris wheel rocks violently for a heart stopping moment. For the other riders, mostly. You and Jon immediately stiffen to attention, because Ferris wheels aren’t supposed to do that. Jon crosses over to you, locking you in his embrace as he looks over the edge. You try to look as well, but a simple tense of his arms prevents you.

A threatening green is making headway across the carnival grounds, sending people running. Vines bloom, crawling over stands and attractions. Poison Ivy, looking as prickly as ever, strides in gracefully.

"This carnival is a blight on this land," Ivy declares, her voice carrying over the chaos. "You trample on nature for your own amusement, but no longer. Tonight, the Earth fights back."

Oh, great. You can’t do anything because you’re stuck in the air with Jon. Jon can’t do anything because he’s stuck in the air with you. You sigh, leaning back against him.

With a wave of her hand, flowers bloom amidst the destruction, a stark contrast to the panic around her. Ivy's plants begin to dismantle the carnival, reclaiming the area for nature. Her message is clear: the environment will no longer be taken for granted, and anyone who harms it will face her wrath. Vines crawl up the Ferris wheel, wrapping around the gondolas in a nightmarish display.

“Um. Any bright ideas?” you ask Jon.

He says pulling out his phone, he pulls it out of your view and begins to type furiously. You bet a hundred bucks it’s Damian and Jon is furiously texting him to haul ass and get here now .

A vine thrusts itself into the box, making Jon yank you both to the floor in the middle. It spreads slowly, hauntingly, slowly encompassing the gondola. Flowers bloom… ah shit—

Jon shifts the two of you, blocking you from the flowers. Also putting himself directly in front of them. “Jon don’t–” you warn, because regardless of his heritage, it can still affect him. Even more so since he’s only half. He presses your face into his chest right as the flower coughs, releasing the spores right in his face.

“Don’t breathe them in,” he growls. Thanks, you weren’t planning on it anyway. You hold your breath, anyway.

He’s getting antsy. “[Name],” he mutters gravely. “Please. Close your eyes and trust me.”

You internally sigh, preparing how you’re going to act like the most aloof fool after this. You nod and close your eyes. Jon picks you up, arms under your knees and around your back. You wind your arms around his neck and rest against his chest.

Jon, to his credit, doesn’t just fly down the ride. You feel him jump down the bars of the Ferris wheel, making sure to keep you secure in his arms. His landings are precise and calculated, avoiding the chaos below. You hear the gasps and shouts from the people around you as Jon navigates through the mess of vines.

Finally, you feel the solid ground beneath you as Jon gently sets you down. “Okay, you can open your eyes now,” he says softly.

You open your eyes and find yourself standing amidst the carnage, the Ferris wheel towering above you. Vines continue to spread, and the air is filled with the panicked cries of carnival-goers trying to escape. Jon stands protectively beside you, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of Ivy.

“We have to stop her,” you blurt. He looks at you incredulously. You ignore it and look around, trying to find a way to do this without Spinnerette. Eyes narrowing, you spot something in the distance.

“There.” You point at a nearby water tower. “If we flood the area, it might disrupt her control over the plants.”

“Good plan. You should leave it to the professionals.”

You blink, turning around. It’s Robin who spoke, arms crossed and looking at you. However, it’s the sight of the 6’2 emo bitch dressed in a bat fursuit that makes you stiffen.

“Robin! You came!” Jon brightens, before coughing into his fist. “I mean. Of course you came, you’re Robin.” The urge to roll your eyes at his silliness is strong, but you resist.

Batman doesn’t react, though you’re sure he just sighed on the inside. “You should get to safety with the rest of the civilians,” he grumbles out in his Batman™ voice.

You nod rapidly. “Yup yup. Yessir Mr Batman.” You grip Jon’s wrist and drag him away. Fuck that, majorly. If he says leave it up to him, you’re perfectly fine with that. You’re pretty sure he’s gonna take what you said and connect some dots, and you don’t wanna be around when that happens. He can take his theories and shove it up his ass.

Jon lets you drag him away, looking back to see Damian squinting at him through the mask. Making your way out of the venue you catch onto Ivy’s parting words.

"In a world of violence and chaos, my cuddle pollen offers a moment of peace, a false but blissful reprieve. It's almost poetic, isn't it?"

Fuck. Your. Life.

Jon is looking just a tad bit worse for wear (you’re lying, he looks haggard) when you arrive at your apartment. May, thank god, wasn’t at the desk, so you managed to get by without having to deal with that. You  shove Jon onto the couch, wincing with a small apology. Frantically typing, you google how to deal with cuddle pollen.

The number one suggestion is to visit Gotham General Hospital, but given Jon’s less than human nature, that's a no go. Other results suggest drinking lots of water and sweating it out to dilute its affects.

You throw your phone somewhere and quickly fetch some water for Jon. Nari meows at Jon, sensing something is wrong. When you make your way back you see that Jon has trapped Nari in his arms, cooing unintelligibly at him.

“Drink,” you tell him urgently, lifting his chin. He leans into your touch, obeying. You make sure he drinks every last drop. When he finishes you turn around to get some more water, only to be yanked back. You crash into Jon’s arms, watching as Nari trots away, happy to be free. You wish you were Nari right now.

Jon nuzzles into you, humming contently.

“Jon…” you warn.

“Yeah, baby?” he hums. Jesus.

“You’re under the effects of cuddle pollen. Your mind is scrambled. Just let me get you some water–”

He hugs you tighter at the mention of you leaving, standing up with you in his arms. You try to get free, holding your own for a bit. But alas, he wins. Stupid kryptonian biology. He carries you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed.

You blink. “Okay, hang on–”

Jon belly flops right on top of you, earning an ‘oof’ from you. He wraps his arms around you, snuggling into your collarbone. He sighs in content as he relaxes on you. There’s no hope for you to escape, is there?

“Jon, come on. Let’s… do jumping jacks or something. Sweat it out of your system. You can even hold my hand!”

Jon grumbles, burying his face in your neck. “I know something else we can do to get sweaty.”

You blink. Then snort. Damn, is that the cuddle pollen talking or is your influence taking effect? You feel Jon smile against your neck.

Sighing, you acknowledge that you’re not getting out of this situation. You hesitantly rest your arms around him. You feel his grin get wider, and then he surprises you even further by laying a goddamn kiss against your neck. You grumble and mutter, “I am going to make fun of you so hard after this.”

Laying there, you think. If you didn’t just compromise yourself to Batman, then hopefully you won’t be approached when you next patrol. Or worse, when you're just being a regular civilian. 

You blink, deciding you’re gonna be a little shit.

“Jon,” you say, “give me your phone.”

Jon reaches into his pocket, unlocking his phone and handing it to you. It’s got a couple cracks in it, and his wallpaper features a photo of a sunset over a vast farm. You scroll through his contacts, clicking the one that says ‘damian !! (stinkin loser)’. You click the call button, hoping he’s done superheroing and has time to answer.

He answers on the third ring. “Jon, you fool, what were you–”

“Damian,” you interrupt before he says something you’re not supposed to know. The line goes quiet on the other end. “I’ll keep it brief. Jon got absolutely fucked over with a face-full of cuddle pollen and he won’t let me go. We’re at my apartment, so if you can pull some rich people strings and get an antidote or something I would very much appreciate it.”

“...He won’t let go of you?”

You roll your eyes and snap a picture of Jon wrapped around you. “Help,” is all you say after you send it.

You hear him sigh. “I’ll be there in fifteen,” is all you hear before the call cuts. Jon yanks the phone away from you, throwing it somewhere in the room as he flips the two of you over. You lay on his chest now, feeling his chin rest on your head and his hands come up to rest on your waist, fingertips creeping up under your shirt.

Your phone is in the other room and you didn’t see where Jon threw his, so you’re left to stew in his arms until Damian comes. You begin to hum a song, for your own peace of mind, ignoring the way Jon’s hands rub your skin in a back-and-forth motion. Jon removes one of his hands and places it on the back of your head, pushing you into his neck. The bastard lays another kiss on your head, muttering comforting words.

Damn, you think you’re starting to fall asleep. Sue you for feeling safe in his arms, he’s literally Superboy. It doesn’t help that you're lying in bed and he's rubbing your back so softly you feel like he’s your boyfriend comforting you after a long day.

You hear your door kick open, and the only reason your fight response doesn’t kick in is because you’re still stuck in Jon’s arms, and because you know it’s Damian. Jon on the other hand, immediately sits up, glaring hard at your hallway. When Damian shows up in your doorway, bag in hand, he relaxes. He lies back down in the bed, snuggling in to you.

“Hi,” you say awkwardly.

He ignores your weak greeting, digging into his bag and pulling out a syringe filled with what can only be the antidote. You pointedly make a note to definitely not mention how the needle is green.

“Just be careful he doesn’t grab you. He’s… really strong,” you mutter.

He grabs Jon’s head, pushing it aside to bare his neck. You’re surprised Jon lets him, but cuddle pollen does leave people without inhibition. Damian sticks the needle in, making Jon groan. You watch the fluid disappear, feeling peaceful knowing that this will soon be over. Damian finishes administering the antidote and takes a seat on the bed.

“Thanks for… coming through,” you say. You don’t know what else you can really talk about right now.

Damian just looks at you. “What were you even doing there?”

He means the carnival. You furrow your brows. “Hanging out? Sorry we didn’t predict that Poison Ivy was gonna be there. Maybe you should talk to Batman about that.”

“You could have been hurt. Jon did get hurt.”

“It’s just cuddle pollen, Dami,” you reassure, placing a hand on his arm. He grasps it tightly. “You gave him the antidote, he’s not hurt.”

Damian’s grip on your arm is firm, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re lucky it was just that. It could have been worse.”

You nod, understanding his concern, but feeling a bit annoyed at the same time. “I know, I know. But we’re fine now. Jon’s going to be okay.”

Damian's expression softens slightly at your reassurance, though his concern is still evident. He looks at Jon, who seems to be coming out of the pollen's effects, his grip on you loosening. Damian then turns his attention back to you, his gaze intense.

"You shouldn't take unnecessary risks," he says, his voice low but firm. "Especially not with someone like Jon."

You raise an eyebrow at the implication in his tone. "Are you implying something about Jon?"

“Jon is… brave, but restless. Just be more cautious.”

You give him a playful smirk. "Are you worried about me, Damian Wayne? That's almost sweet."

He scowls slightly, clearly not amused by your teasing. "I'm serious, [Name]. This city is dangerous enough without getting caught up in avoidable situations."

“I promise to be more careful in the future,” you say, eyes earnest. It seems to settle Damian, for now.

Jon groans under you. He sits up, taking you with him. You fall to his lap as you look at him. He blinks for a moment, taking in his surroundings. You hear his heartbeat slowing, calming. He looks at Damian, looks at you. Stares at you, whom his arms are around, in his lap.

He freaks, shoving you out of his embrace and scrambling back. Damian catches you, growling, “You fool, Jon, careful!”

“I’m so sorry!” he cries. “I was… oh my god, I’m so sorry–”

You hold out your hands to placate him. “Jon, it’s okay! I’m fine, I don’t care. You weren’t in control. You didn’t do anything.”

“I should have left when I got hit,” he growls to himself.

You sigh, looking at Damian for help. “What’s done is done. No use in whining about it now,” he huffs, shifting you to sit up.

Jon purses his lips, looking like he wants to cry. You open your arms, “Come on.”

He hesitates, so you grab him and haul him into your embrace. He stiffens, before wrapping his arms around you. He melts into your embrace.

Damian clears his throat, making Jon pull back with a sheepish expression. “I should really get home before my parents worry.”

You nod, patting his arm. “Of course.”

He thanks Damian as well on his way out. You don’t hear the door open, so you figure he just got antsy and couldn’t stay in the room longer. You don’t blame him. You sigh when you see he left his phone, grabbing it and handing it to Damian.

“Thank you,” you mutter. You look into his eyes, he looks back. In a moment of weakness, you place a hand on his cheek and lean in, pressing your lips to his other one. The kiss is chaste, barely lasting for a second before you pull back. “You’re paying for my door.”

Damian says nothing in response, simply watching you. He raises his hand, clasping yours and gently bringing it down. He nods.

“It was nothing.” And then he and Jon are out the door. You sigh, laying down in your bed that smells like Jon now. No patrol tonight, again.

notes: jon was about to risk it all on that ferris wheel just saying

[archangeldyke-all]

Any thoughts on ….Modern AU sugar mommy Sev seducing a pretty girl 👀 fucking her like she‘s never been fucked before👀if you‘re comfortable obviously 👉🏻👈🏻

soooo many thoughts on this... wow anon... so so so many thoughts.

men and minors dni

let's do virgin!reader for this one because virgins need love too goddammit!

sevika's looking for a girl to spoil.

to put it plainly, she's fucking rich. she's worked for every penny she's earned, and now all she wants to do is save a pretty girl from ever having to get their hands dirty ever again. she just wants someone to dote on, someone to love on, someone to fuck into incoherence.

the first few girls she meets are... fine. but she doesn't click with any of them. she's on the brink of giving up on her hunt entirely when she meets you.

funnily enough, you guys meet when she crashes her car into yours. she was turning left into a parking lot you were exiting, and when she caught sight of you behind your wheel she gets so distracted by your pretty face that she cuts her turn too far and nicks the side of your bumper.

you break down in tears as the two of you pull over to exchange information. you apologize profusely, swearing you don't mean to cry, explaining that you can't afford any more up-charges on your insurance, that you just paid off all your credit card debt and now you were gonna have to dip into the negative again.

sevika's heart breaks. (and her clit throbs a bit.)

she wraps you up in a hug, and assures you she'll take care of it.

you stop crying eventually, and sevika programs her number into your phone.

she asks to meet you later in the week for coffee to discuss the damages, all of which she promises to pay for. you agree, giving her a time you're free.

you're shocked when you show up to the 'cafe' sevika chose, and you're escorted to a table in the back of a classy restaurant, where sevika is waiting in a blazer and button up. she looks... good. you're slightly confused.

you apologize for your appearance, your jeans and t shirt feeling inadequate in a place this classy. sevika calls you cute.

you order a water and sevika glares at you.

"get food." she says. you blink.

"oh-- i can't afford--"

"i'm paying." she says. she stares at you from across the table, like she's waiting for you to challenge her.

"oh. thank you so much." you say.

it's now that you start to suspect that sevika might have ulterior motives with this meeting. you're not at all upset by it.

you and sevika get to know each other over lunch, chatting and laughing and quickly falling into a familiar camaraderie with each other.

when the bill arrives, you're expecting her to ask you out again.

you aren't expecting her to ask you to be her sugar baby.

you choke on your water.

eventually, once you catch your breath and sevika manages to stop laughing, she bluntly explains her terms to you.

"i'm rich. you're not. i like you, and i want to spend more time with you. if you're into that, i'd also like to... provide for you." she says, her eyes are hungry as they stare you down across the table.

"i'm a virgin." you choke out. sevika raises an eyebrow.

"really?" she asks. you roll your eyes.

"no! i mean-- there's nothing wrong with that!" she says, reaching across the table to grab your hand. "you're just so fuckin' pretty i'm surprised no one's... gotten to you yet." she finishes weakly. you laugh. "i'm okay with taking it slow." sevika says. "i'd prefer it that way, actually." she adds. you blink at her. "you can call it off at anyti--"

"yes." you butt in. "sure. let's do it." sevika grins across the table at you.

sevika's version of 'take it slow' and your version of 'take it slow' end up being totally different things.

when you said 'take it slow' you meant waiting until you tust sevika enough to let her be your first. this ends up being at the very beginning of your third date, when sevika shows up at your door with flowers she picked from her neighbor's front yard when she couldn't find any 'pretty enough' in the store for you

when sevika said 'take it slow' she meant she gets off on making you wait, on watching you squirm and paw at her and beg her to fuck you, only for her to kiss you soundly and walk you home.

she makes you wait. six. fucking. months.

she times it down to the day of your six month anniversary. she takes you guys on a weekend getaway, and rents you a luxury room with a beautiful view.

when you arrive, there's champagne waiting on ice and rose petals on the bed.

you don't notice this, of course, because before you can even flick the lightswitch on sevika is pressing against you, her hands groping your flesh as she walks you toward the bed. you spin in her grip to kiss her, moaning against her mouth.

"fuckin' finally." you grunt as you start scrabbling at sevika's shirt. she chuckles, then throws you down on the bed.

"slow, baby, slow." she says above you. you roll your eyes, reaching down to snatch your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy one piece lingerie you were hiding beneath your clothes. at the sight of it, sevika whimpers. you giggle.

"been waiting my entire fuckin' life, we can be a little faster than slow." you demand. sevika nods, hypnotized by your tits, as she starts stripping her own body.

you scramble out of your clothes as sevika runs to her suitcase to pull the strap and lube out.

when she returns to the bed, she takes a moment to simply admire you. then she pries your legs open and dives into your cunt face first.

she inhales deeply against the thin warm wet fabric of your lingerie, whining as she gets a whiff of your arousal. "fuck." she growls out. you moan above her. "tell me to stop and i'll stop." she commands. you nod.

the next thing you know, sevika's warm tongue is pressing against your covered cunt. you whimper above her as she devours you. between your thighs, sevika is moaning and whimpering in response to the way you flinch and whine.

"you're so sensitive." she gasps, her hands coming up to rub on your pussy as she kisses up and down your thighs.

she slides your panties aside, gasping when your cunt is revealed to her. "fuck." she whispers. "oh, baby." you whine above her.

"sevika, please--"

"you want my fingers?" she asks. you nod. sevika sinks a finger into you, and you gasp.

she's deeper than you've ever been able to reach before, filling you better than your fingers ever could with just one of her strong thick fingers. as she slowly begins pumping in and out of you, she gasps.

"you're tight." she whispers. you sputter a laugh between your gentle moans.

"i'm a virgin."

"not anymore" sevika says cockily. you laugh, then gasp when sevika's finger begins rubbing against your g spot. "there?" sevika asks. you're too busy writhing against the sheets to respond.

sevika licks your clit gently as she continues massaging your g spot. with her free hand, she gently guides one of your hands down to her scalp, so you can tangle your fingers in her hair and press her face more firmly against your cunt. she chuckles when your hips start grinding against her tongue, lips and nose.

"i'm gonna--" you choke out. sevika's moans against you, nodding and sucking your clit into her mouth. you cum against her face, gasping and scratching her scalp.

as your cunt flutters, sevika sinks a second finger inside you.

the sudden stretch makes you cum again, just seconds after the first, your cunt pulsing and dripping around sevika's fingers and down her lips.

sevika's humping the bed by your feet, whimpering into your cunt as she licks up your cum.

she continues to fuck you slowly with her two thick fingers as you tug her up by her hair for a kiss. between the smacking sound of your lips meeting, the only sound in the room is the squishy wet sounds coming between your legs.

"i love you." sevika whispers against your lips.

you whimper and gasp, your legs clenching around her hand. "sev!" you choke out. she looks down at you. "get your fuckin' cock in me already." you groan. sevika laughs, pulling away to lube up the strap around her waist. she lines it up with your hole, kissing you repeatedly as she teasingly nudges the tip against your clit.

you have your own toys-- you know what the stretch will feel like. but sevika's cock is big, bigger than you've ever taken, and for a second, anxiety overtakes you.

"baby." sevika's voice rings out above you. you glance up at her. "we don't have to." she says. her assurance is all you need.

you want this. you want sevika. you want her thick cock. you want her to be your first. you know you're safe with her, you know she'll stop if you ask. sevika'll always take care of you. she's-- oh shit-- she's the love of your life. you gasp up at her, tears bubbling in your eyes.

"you okay?" she asks, panicked. you nod repeatedly, reaching up to wrap your hands around her shoulders.

"please sev, please, please, please." you whisper against her ear. "i love you so much i want you so bad you're the only one i want please--" sevika cuts you off with a kiss to your lips, one of her hands snaking between the two of you to line her cock up to your pulsing hole. the tip catches on your rim and you gasp against her lips. she shoves her tongue in your mouth at the same moment that she thrusts the first three inches of her dick inside you.

your back arches off the bed, your fingers scrabbling at sevika's back, your cunt clenching around her cock.

"relax. relax. deep breaths." she whispers in your ear. you gasp, and kick your heel against her ass. "ow, what, you want me to pull out?" she asks.

"more!" you manage to screech. sevika freezes above you, before grinning down at you. she pins your legs to the bed beneath you, watching as she slowly feeds your soaking wet cunt inch after inch of her cock. your abdomen trembles, your thighs shake, and sevika's pupils may as well be heart shaped.

when her hips meet your ass, she grins down at you. "took it all, baby." she whispers, impressed. you're pretty sure you're going to cum if she keeps looking at you like that.

"fuck me." you squeak out. sevika grins.

she starts with small grinding circles, pulling out an inch and sinking back in quickly.

when you start threatening to kill her if she doesn't hurry up, she starts pulling out half way before thrusting back in, the head of her cock brushing against your g spot on every thrust. you begin to tremble beneath her.

"sev i'm gonna--"

"yeah, cum on this cock, baby." she grunts. "'s all yours." she says, her thrusts getting harder, as you begin to clench beneath her.

"sevika--"

"'n this pussy's mine isn't it?" she asks above you. you gasp and nod, reaching down to toy with your clit as sevika's thrusts get harder and harder. "there you go baby. play with that pussy. make yourself cum on this cock, baby, be a good girl and cum on my--"

"sev!" you scream as you cum, squirting around her strap and scrabbling at her back. sevika grins down at you.

"there you go baby, that's a good girl." she coos. you whimper. "you're fuckin' perfect, baby, i love you so much. i'm gonna fuckin' wreck this pussy." she mumbles, drunk on the sight of you and unaware of how nasty she's being. you giggle beneath her. sevika's dirty smirk melts into a loving grin as she swoops down to kiss you. "you're amazing." she says against your lips, her cock still buried inside you. you giggle against her lips.

"i'm so glad you hit my car."

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My little love

It's Christmas!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 7.2K

Warnings: FLUFF CITY BABY!!!!!!! Little bit of tears but they're happy ones.

A/N: Finally our sweet Angel and Sweet Boy get to celebrate their first Christmas. I was so excited to write this and just give our favorite Barnes duo the love and happiness they deserve. I hope you all like it and happy holidays!!! Also see end of bottom of the post for some explanations on certain gifts....

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It was your favorite time of year and you couldn’t wait to share it with Charlotte and Henry. The year had its ups and most definitely its downs. It was definitely time for some holiday cheer. You wanted to make sure that everything was just perfect because it was also Lottie and Henry’s first Christmas. Although the kids were excited they still weren’t sure what they were celebrating. Lottie heard the word present and she was on board with the holiday immediately. 

The first thing you needed to do was go shopping for decorations and a tree. You and Bucky took the kids to a tree farm first to pick one out. 

“This one, mama?” Lottie pointed at a tree that was not much taller than her. 

“I think that one is too little, Sweet Angel. We need one as tall as daddy and Steebie.” 

“Is so big.” 

You chuckle as you slowly walk around the trees. “It is big but we have a big living room.” 

“T-wee goes inside?” She looks up at you with huge curious eyes. 

“Yes, and we get to make it pretty with decorations and the presents go under the tree.” 

“I get pwesents?” 

“Of course you will. So will bubba and daddy.”

“An mama and Steebie?” She asks. 

“Yes. Everyone gets presents.” You crouch so that you’re eye level with her. “The best part is getting to buy presents for everyone. Are you gonna get bubba, daddy and Steebie presents?” 

Her eyes light up at the thought of getting her favorite people presents. Charlotte was a gift giver at heart.

“Yes, can buy pwesents.” 

“Then we can have a mommy and Lottie date.” 

“Yay.” Lottie bounces in place and giggles.

“Hey Sugar.”

“Yes?” 

Bucky’s head pops out of one of the rows and smiles in your direction. “Henry found one.” 

Lottie gasps and she runs towards Bucky, who catches her and lifts her up in the air. She laughs and wraps her arms around his neck when Bucky settles her on his hip. You catch up and take his hand so that he can lead you to the tree Henry has found. 

****

“Are you lost honey?” A worker asks Henry. 

“No ma’am, my daddy just went to call my mama to show her the tree I found.” 

“Well it’s a very lovely tree. I’m sure she’ll love it. Are you excited for Christmas?” She gets down to his level and smiles. 

“Yeah, it’s mine and my sister’s first Christmas and mama says we can bake and decorate cookies.”

“Well your first Christmas is the most special. I’m sure you’ll love it.” She says before looking up at you and Bucky. Her eyes go wide when she recognizes both of you.

“Thank you.” You tell her before turning to Henry. “Ok bubs, where is the tree?”

“It’s this one.” He points over his shoulder with his thumb. 

You take a step back and look at it, giving a little hum. 

“Mama is a big t-wee.”

“It is.” You nod as you do a little walk around it. Henry anxiously awaits for the verdict. “I think it’s perfect.” You smile at him. 

“We’ll take this one.” Bucky tells the worker. “Do you deliver?” 

“Yes sir. Where would you like the delivery to be?”

“The Avengers’ tower.” 

She gapes at Bucky before quickly nodding and tagging the tree as sold. “And if you don’t mind me asking, what are the kids' names?”

You and Bucky look at each other, a bit reluctant to answer. 

“We make ornaments with names on them and seeing as it’s their first Christmas I thought they should have one each.” 

“Henry and Charlotte.” 

“Ok. You can meet me in the front in a few minutes. There’s also a hot chocolate bar by the entrance if you’d like to wait there.” She says and makes a quick exit.

****

The four of you sit at a picnic table drinking some hot chocolate and waiting for the worker that helped you. 

“Careful Doll, it’s really hot.” Bucky says as he sets Lottie’s cup on the table.

“Is kay, I wike it.”

“Just blow on the hot chocolate a little bit. We don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

“Kay.” She says before pursing her lips and blowing on her drink. 

Bucky takes a seat across from you, smiling as you enjoy this small moment of family time. Since finding Charlotte all you and Bucky wanted was to be able to go out together and show her, and then Henry, all the good things the world had to offer. Henry and Lottie talk amongst themselves and giggle as they watch people trying to move trees around. Soon enough the worker that had helped you stops by your table.

“Here you go.” She holds out three clear boxes that hold one ornament in each. “Everything is set for delivery.”

One had Henry’s first Christmas and the other had Charlotte’s first Christmas. The third was a surprise, it had The Barnes family’s first Christmas.

“Merry Christmas.” She says and waves at the kids before stepping away again. 

You smile as you look at the ornament and then hand it over to Bucky so that he can see it as well. 

“It’s perfect.” He murmurs before looking up at you. “We should go.” 

You nod and you all finish your drink. 

****

“Wow.” Henry says under his breath as he takes in all of the colorful Christmas lights and decorations everywhere. It’s like he was in a trance. You had to grab his hand to avoid him bumping into people and things. 

“Careful bubs. Alright, now we have to do the second most important thing.”

“What mama?” Lottie looks up at you before she turns to look around the store.

“We have to pick out everything we need to decorate.” 

“Can help?” 

“Of course you can sweet Angel.” 

“Uppies dada?” Lottie stretched her arms out and did grabby hands. It was unusual for her to get tired so quickly but it had already been a busy and exciting morning. 

“Big uppies, Doll.”

Bucky grabs her and settles her on his shoulders so that she can see everything. Lottie’s eyes go wide as she looks over the crowd. 

“Alright, let's get some decorations. First stop is the Christmas lights.”

****

There were boxes upon boxes of Christmas lights and bows and ornaments. It was starting to feel like a lot but at the same time not enough. The kids decided they wanted every color for the decorations and you wouldn’t deny them that. You even picked out a small fake tree that could go in their room. As the four of you walked through another aisle Lottie stopped in her tracks and gasped before rushing to a shelf and grabbing a box. 

“Wook it. Is a goat!” She shrieked. “Can habe it? Pwease.” She clutched the box to her chest and looked up at you and Bucky.

“Of course you can, Doll. But…” Bucky had moved toward the same shelf. “Goats need friends so let’s take another one ok?”

Charlotte was practically vibrating with excitement as she held onto her inflatable Christmas goat. Henry just giggled as she babbled about how cute it was. 

“Alright. I think we have everything we need. Charlotte, can you put the goat in the cart please?” You say as you look over everything you’ve grabbed. 

“Mama, is my goat.” She whines at the thought of giving it up. 

“Sweet Angel, we just have to pay for it and then I’ll give it back. You can hold it in the car too.” 

Lottie pouts but holds up the box she’d been holding for the last half hour. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

Once everything was paid for and put away in the trunk of the car the four of you finally went home to rest.

The goat sat in Charlotte’s lap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The tree is delivered bright and early. After breakfast you get to working on decorating. Of course Bucky, Henry and Lottie are very excited to help. Steve is even recruited to help by the kids. At the store the previous day you had bought them Santa hats and Charlotte and Henry ran around with them on. 

Christmas music played as Bucky put the lights on the trees and you organized the ornaments. With the help of the kids you decorate around the living room. The inflatable goats were placed outside by the door at Lottie’s insistence.

Once the lights were ready it was time to decorate the tree. Henry and Lottie were bouncing all over the place with excitement as they ran around the tree and hung ornaments anywhere they could reach. The three ornaments you had been given were neatly placed front and center. Seeing them there made you tear up a bit. Bucky kissed your temple as he admired them.

“It’s kind of insane isn’t it?” He murmurs. 

“After all we’ve been through? Yeah. But I’m glad I get to celebrate with you.” 

Bucky’s smile is soft, eyes full of adoration as he looks down at you. He gives you another quick kiss before stepping away. 

“Alright now the most important part of the tree-“

“The pwesents?” Lottie interrupts Bucky. Everyone chuckles at her excitement. 

“No. The most important part is the Star.” Bucky says as he grabs the star out of the box. “Who wants to put the star at the top?”

“Bubba do it.”

“Henry, wanna do the honors?” 

“Yeah.” Henry grabs the star and stares down at it with wonder. 

“Ok, let’s get you on my shoulders bubs.” Bucky nods at Steve who grabs Henry and has him stand on Bucky’s shoulders. 

Carefully, Bucky moves towards the tree and gives Henry time to place the star right at the top. You record the whole thing and cheer Henry on once the star is set in place.

“Doll, come do the honors and turn on the lights.” 

With Bucky’s help she plugs in the tree. 

“Wow.” Charlotte says under her breath. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of the finished Christmas tree. 

You, Steve and Bucky stand in the middle of the living room and admire the completed room before some sniffles get your attention. When you look at the kids you find Lottie wiping away tears and Henry shifting between solid and translucent.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he looks between both kids. 

The question seems to be what breaks the floodgates. 

“Is so pwetty.” Lottie hiccups and runs to Bucky who catches her and holds her close. 

Henry quietly moves to your side and lets you pull him in for a hug. 

“What’s going on bub?”

“I love it, everything is so nice. I never wanna go with the bad guys again.”

“Oh my sweet boy. Daddy and I will never let that happen.” You squat down to be at his eye level.

“I know.” He hides his face on your shoulder as he hugs you. “I just want it to be like this all the time.” 

“We’ll see what we can do.” You smile up at Bucky and Steve. 

“Why don’t we watch a movie?”

“What moobie mama?” 

“A Christmas one of course.” 

~~~~~~~~

The whole team stood in a private section at Rockefeller center. It was the night for the tree lighting event. Tony had always been given an invitation but always declined. This year though everyone was there, including the kids. Your dad, Luke, Molly and Olivia were also there. 

“Make sure the kids keep these on.” Tony held his hand open to you, revealing three pins.

“What are they?”

“I made them for them. It’s to prevent the paparazzi from getting pictures of them.” Tony explains. “I thought it’d be good to give them a little more protection.”

“You’re amazing. Thank you Tony.” 

Tony shrugs but gives you a pleased grin before you turn and call the kids over. Each of them gets a pin placed on their coat. It gives you a little piece of mind that their faces won’t be out there just yet. 

As the show starts Bucky stands behind you, his arms wrap around your waist. Lottie, Henry and Olivia stand at the edge of the private section and dance along with the music. When it’s time to finally light the tree Charlotte is on Bucky’s shoulder. Olivia is sitting on Luke’s shoulder and Henry is standing by your side. You all watch as the tree lights up. Everyone cheers and talks amongst themselves. It’s perfect timing because it starts to snow lightly. 

“Hey kitten.” Ed says as he walks up from behind you. 

“Hey dad.” 

“I was thinking.”

“Uh-oh.” 

Ed raises an eyebrow in your direction. “Careful missy, I can still put you in time out.” 

Henry looks up between you and your dad and laughs. 

“Whatever you say old man. What were you thinking about?”

“The forecast says it’s going to be snowing soon up toward the cabin.” 

“Really?”  Your eyes light up. Now this is a family tradition you’d love to share with the kids. 

“Yup. I was thinking of leaving tomorrow morning and getting everything set up. This year has been really tough on all of us. Maybe it’d be good to spend some family time together. Get these kiddos used to some family traditions.” 

“That would be amazing. We can definitely be there.” 

“Good. I can’t wait.” 

“We should get going, it’s getting late.” You give him a quick hug. “We’ll see you up there.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was only a few days later when you showed up at the cabin. Snow had started to fall just as Bucky parked the car. With any luck there would be enough snow on the ground to let the kids play outside and maybe build a snowman or make snow angels. 

The door opens before you’ve even made it up the porch steps. 

“Gwandpa.” 

“Grandpa.” 

Both Charlotte and Henry exclaim as they rush to hug your father. 

“Hey there kiddos.” He hugs them both before looking up at you. “Hey kitten, Bucky. How was the drive up?” 

“It was good.” 

“Good, good. Let’s get you in here before the cold snaps your toes off.” 

Lottie screams at that and runs inside, exclaiming that she doesn’t want an owie on her toes. You all chuckle before Bucky tells you he’ll get the suitcases and that you should go in. 

“Finally.” Josh announces and he gets up from the couch to embrace you. 

Ever since the team found you and brought you back your family had been more present than ever. Sofia and Joshua, who lived in the city due to being in college, came around the tower the most. There seemed to be some sort of underlying guilt but mostly it felt like they were trying to make up for lost time. 

“Sibling hug.” Sofia announces as she hugs you from behind. 

The hug is finished by Luke who somehow managed to wrap his arms around both twins with you in the middle. You giggle like a little girl as they finally pull away. 

“Hey, Molly.” You greet your sister in law. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

“Auntie So-So.” Lottie pulls on Sofia’s sweater. “Can make bwaid?” She runs her little chubby fingers through her much longer raven hair.

“Of course I can. How about I give you and Oli matching hairdos?” 

“Yeah.” Lottie jumps up and down and darts toward the room the kids will be staying in. 

Bucky walks in with all of the luggage under his arms. 

“Let me help you with that.” Luke offers and takes the kids' suitcases. “The kids will be in the same room as last time and you’ll be in Y/N’s old room.” 

You and Molly move to the couch as Bucky and Luke disappear further into the cabin. 

“So how is their first Christmas going?” Molly asks.

“It’s going great but I’m constantly fighting the urge to do more. I feel like it’s not enough but I also don’t want to overwhelm them.”

Molly hums in agreement. 

“I just want it to be special, you know.”

“I do but don’t worry about it too much. Those kids adore you and Bucky. Anything you do with them will make Christmas special.” 

“You’re right. We have a whole lifetime to fit in everything we can do during the holidays.”

Ed takes a seat on his recliner while Bucky and Luke take a seat next to you and Molly. 

“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” Bucky asks. 

“Lots of fun.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hold on, Doll. You too Olivia.” Bucky says as he settles a skate mate in front of each of them. 

Bucky held on to the front of the skate mate as he walked them through what they needed to do. Luke was behind them, making sure they wouldn’t get hurt but also encouraging them. You were further up in the rink with Henry. He was a quick learner and not afraid of falling. Soon enough he was gliding easily along the ice, holding your hand as you did a lap. 

“Did you skate a lot when you were my age, mama?” 

“Yup. Grandpa used to take me to this ice rink, just the two of us. We would skate for hours.” You smile down at him. 

“Do you know any tricks?” 

“I do and I’ll show you.”

You pick up a bit of speed and do a few tricks. It’s a bit easier doing them now with the serum. You call Henry over and show him your jumps and soon enough he’s doing them too. The music changes to something more upbeat and the lights flash and bounce to the rhythm. 

“May I have this dance?” Your dad stops right beside you, his hand stretched out for you to take.

You smile and let him lead you around the mostly empty rink. It was just like when you were little. Your laugh filled the space as Ed turned and dipped you. Soon enough Bucky was doing the same with Lottie and Luke with Olivia. You skated over to Henry and took his hands, leading him around the ice the same way your dad did. Everyone was partnered up and a  new tradition was born. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The morning after the ice rink was perfect. It had snowed all night long providing the perfect amount of snow to be able to play outside. Once the kids heard about the plans for the day, breakfast was a quick affair. Dressed in their warmest and waterproof clothes Henry, Lottie and Olivia head outside. 

You make sure to take videos and pictures of them playing in the snow. There’s laughing and yelling and everything a kid’s Christmas should be. 

“Auntie Y/N.” Olivia calls you shyly.

“Yes Oli?” 

“Can you help me make a snow Angel?” 

“Of course sweetheart. Let’s find a good flat spot.”  You take her hand and walk a little bit further from the main entrance and help her lay down. 

“Mama what you doing?” Lottie asks as she watches you.

“We are making snow angels. Wanna make one?” 

“Yeah.” She does her best to run but the snow is slowing her down. 

Henry soon joins too and you teach them how they should move their arms and legs. A few minutes later the  three snow angels are done and you take a picture of those too.

****

“Don’t let him see you ok?” You whisper into Henry’s ear. He’s giggling uncontrollably as you hand him a snowball. “Don’t let him hear you either.”

Henry nods and disappears. The only trace of him are the footprints in the snow but they’re surprisingly light. From your own hiding place you watch as Luke walks out of the cabin and stands on the porch. He had been the only one to stay inside while everyone played. The whole family was in their spots and waiting for just the right moment. 

“Molly?” Luke calls out after not seeing his wife. “Olivia?” 

“I feel bad.” Molly says. 

“Don’t. He planned plenty of these surprise attacks on all of us.” You murmur. 

You hear the snowball hit him, right in the face too. Henry reappears briefly and laughs before there are snowballs flying from all directions. Luke, Bucky, Josh and Henry take it very seriously and soon enough the four of them are in a proper snowball fight. Teams have been formed and snowballs are flying from one side of the yard to the other nonstop. 

You, Molly, Olivia and Lottie decide to make a snowman instead. It takes a bit of explaining from you and Molly so that the girl will understand that the snowman will not come to life like in the Frosty the snowman movie. They’re slightly disappointed until Ed and Sofia walk out with hot chocolate for everyone. 

You sit on the stairs with Bucky pulling you in closer. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed pink and his smile is beaming. He kisses your temple before taking a sip from his mug. 

“So what do you think so far?” You whisper.

“I couldn’t ask for anything better. Hopefully we can do this next year too.” 

You smile and nod before looking at everyone on the porch, grateful for this moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Bucky where are we going?” You ask as Bucky leads you down to the entrance.

“I told you Sugar, it’s a surprise.”

“What about the kids?” 

“Eddie, Sofia and Josh were taking them into town for some shopping and dinner.” He tells you as he grabs your coat and holds it out for you to wear. 

Bucky looked amazing in his dark blue sweater and jeans. His hair which was just below his ears was pulled into a small man bun. He had also picked out your own outfit since he didn’t tell you where he was taking you. Much like his own outfit you had on your warmest sweater and a pair of jeans. Bucky also made sure you had your gloves and a scarf. 

“Let’s go before it gets late.” Bucky opens the door and lets you go first.

The sight before you takes your breath away. Sitting on the front lawn of the family cabin was a beautiful red sleigh led by two black horses. 

“How did you do this?” 

“Luke helped me out. He’s on his own sleigh ride with Molly. Said it was tradition.” Bucky says as you both walk to the sleigh. “Do you like it?” 

“Bucky this is the best surprise.” You turn and smile at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. “Thank you. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Sugar.”

Bucky helps you up and you place the blanket that was waiting for you on yours and Bucky’s lap. He takes the reins and leads the horses down to who knows where. It didn’t matter where you went though as long as you got to spend some time with him. You snuggle up to him and enjoy the beautiful winter wonderland before you. The two of you talked about everything and nothing. You told each other of the things you wanted to do as a family and as a couple. It was wonderful to just be with Bucky.

Houses were all decorated and Bucky would slow down whenever you passed one in order to admire it. Soon enough you got closer to town. And just on the edge there were a few figures you recognized anywhere. Before the sleigh even came to a complete stop you turn to look at Bucky with nothing but love in your eyes for him. 

“You’re amazing, you know that. Tonight is just perfect.” 

“It’s going to get better, Sugar.” Bucky says as the sleigh comes to a complete stop.

“Hi mama.”

“Hi my babies. Hi dad.”

“Hey kitten. Having a nice time?” 

“The best. But apparently it’s supposed to get better.” 

“I’m sure it will but you’ll need these two troublemakers and this.” Eddie holds up a picnic basket for you to take. 

Then he helps the kids up on the sleigh. Once they’re settled with Lottie sitting in your lap and Henry between you and Bucky, Eddie sends you on your way. 

The night did end up getting much better. Bucky took you and the kids to a drive or ride through, Festival of Lights. While enjoying the light shows you sipped on hot chocolate and snacked on what had been packed. Henry and Lottie were ecstatic as they pointed out their favorite parts. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you looked over at Bucky. Both of you with loving looks in your eyes. 

This was the perfect way to end a small getaway with the family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mama, why are we taking a picture with someone we don’t know?” Henry asks as he looks at Santa Claus.

“Well it’s Santa Claus, you can tell him what you want as Christmas presents. Then you take a picture, it’s just to have it.” 

“But why would we ask him if you and daddy always get us presents?” 

You smile at that. 

“You don’t have to ask him for anything or take a picture with him if you don’t want to.” You look down at him before turning to check on Lottie and Bucky. “Do you know what you want to ask Santa for?” 

“Yup.” Lottie twists her hips from side to side to make her dress swish. “I wike my dwess mama.” 

“You look very pretty, sweet Angel.”

“Tank you, mama.” 

“Next.” One of Santa’s helpers calls out and you move toward Santa. You give them a piece of paper with the kids names on it.

“Alright Lottie, go ahead.” 

“I’ll go with her mama.” Henry says and takes Charlotte’s hand. 

“Merry Christmas, little ones. Charlotte and Henry, how are you doing today?” 

“Am good.” 

“Good.” 

“Now tell me what would you like for Christmas?” 

They both sit on the bench next to Santa and start listing things they’d love to get. A doll, a new video game, some candy. 

“An I want a huwa hoop.” 

“Oh a hula hoop can be quite fun.” 

“Where did she learn what a hula hoop is?” Bucky murmurs in your ear. 

“That chipmunk song she’s been listening to nonstop.” 

“Oh. I guess I tuned it out after the third time.” You both chuckle.

“An I want-“ Lottie starts talking but then she looks from Santa to you and back, a smile that means mischief on her face. She kneels next to Santa and cups her hand around her mouth to whisper. “A baby sissy.” 

Santa immediately blushes and laughs. 

“Sometimes it takes a while but maybe mom and dad can help with that request, little one.” Santa looks up at you and Bucky and winks.  “How about we take a picture now?” 

“Kay.” 

Santa’s helper sets the kids up and the picture gets taken. Then each kid gets a candy cane and they walk back to you.

“Let’s get you guys changed and then we can go shopping.” 

****

You walked through a department store. Bucky had taken Henry and you were with Charlotte. Although you had already bought the gifts you were meant to give, Lottie also wanted to pick something out for her family.  

She stood in front of a clothes rack, one hand on her hip and the fingers of the other tapping on her chin. 

“Mama, that one.” She pointed at a short black slip dress with a slit to one side. 

You pull the dress off the rack and hold it up for her and she nods happily. Her cart was already full of things for everyone. It was cute how excited she was to go shopping. 

You met up with Bucky, he then left with Lottie and you took Henry. He knew exactly what he wanted to get Bucky. You were in the men’s section and Henry just walked around until he found exactly what he wanted for his dad. 

With all the gifts purchased you meet up with Bucky and head back home. 

~~~~~~~~~

“I have the icing and gumdrops here.” Steve says as everyone sets down all of the ingredients to make gingerbread houses. 

“Alright, let’s start building.” 

“Steebie help me?” Lottie looks up at Steve from her seat. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” 

Clint and Sam get easily distracted by throwing candy at each other to see who can catch more. Tony starts making a gingerbread Ironman suit. Nat and Wanda are helping Henry make something that resembles more of a mansion. 

“What are you making Sugar?” 

“Don’t know, maybe we can make the cabin.” 

“We can give it to your dad as his Christmas gift.” Bucky chuckles.

“He’d love it and then eat it.” 

“It doesn’t sound appetizing.”

“He won’t care.” You look at him and smile. “Now come on and help me put the roof together.” 

There was laughter and lightness amongst the team. Jokes and teasing happened around you. Henry was having the time of his life with his aunties. Lottie looked at Steve like he hung the moon and the stars as he guided her on where to put more decorations. She giggled when Tony leaned in and ate the candy she had been holding. Bucky had to pull the candy bowls from Sam and Clint since they kept tossing them at each other. It was all you could have ever wanted for the kids first Christmas. 

~~~~~~~~~

Music blasted from the speaker in the kitchen. The oven was preheating. There were ingredients everywhere. Everyone’s apron was covered in flour, you could even find flour in Lottie’s hair. It was great. 

“Make sure you keep even pressure.” You stand behind Henry and help him roll out the sugar cookie dough. “If not, the cookies won’t bake evenly.”

Henry was completely focused on his task. He’d double check everything before going on to the next step. 

“Ok now we get to use the cookie cutters.” 

“Can help mama.” 

“Yes you can, come over to this side.” You step back and place a stepladder in front of the counter.

Lottie gets up and looks up at you waiting for instructions. You grab a few of the cookie cutters and show her.

“Which one do you want to use, sweet Angel?” 

“Um-“ she looks them all over before choosing a snowman cutter. “This one mama.”

“Good choice. How about you sweet boy?” 

Henry goes with a stocking cutter. 

“Alright now you just have to press it down on the dough like this.” You show them what they need to do. “Then you pick it back up and do the same thing a few times. You can even change cookie cutters if you want.” 

There’s a little bell that goes off letting you know that the batch of cookies in the oven should be done. 

“I’ll get those.” Bucky says as he walks around the kitchen island and heads for the oven.

“Don’t eat any of them daddy.”

“Yeah, no habe cookies.” 

Bucky scoffs. “I haven’t had a single cookie.” 

“Yes you have. I’ve seen you.” Henry laughs when he turns to see Bucky with a cookie halfway to his mouth. “You see, I caught you again.” 

“Dada. No habe cookie.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky says before taking a bite out of the cookie in his hand.

You chuckle and shake your head. 

Recipe after recipe you end up making a nice mixture of cookies. From sugar cookies and chocolate chips to snickerdoodle and crinkle cookies. There was enough to feed the building. 

“Don’t forget to leave some for Santa.”  Henry reminds you as you box some up for the team. 

“Don’t worry, those right there are for Santa.” You point to some cookies that have been separated. 

“Good, I wouldn’t want daddy to eat them all.” 

“Hey!” Bucky pouts. “It’s not my fault you’re so good at cooking and baking. The cookies are too good.”

“Yeah, bubba. Cookies are so yummy.” 

“See it’s not only me.” 

Both you and Henry look over just in time to see Charlotte stuff another snickerdoodle cookie in her mouth. Her cheeks puff out as she tries to chew and she sends a thumbs up Henry’s way. You laugh and finish packing the last bit of cookies. 

~~~~~~~~~

Christmas Eve you spent in your apartment. The four of you watched some movies and listened to more Christmas music. The kids had been determined in wrapping the presents themselves. At the end of it there was wasted tape and wrapping paper and gifts that were poorly wrapped. But they were so excited and proud of doing it themselves and placing them under the Christmas tree.   

****

“Please daddy. We have to match.” 

“I’m not wearing that.” 

“Pwease dada.” Lottie pouted and looked up at Bucky with her big doe eyes.

You held up his pair of matching pajamas seeing as you and the kids were already changed into them. It really wouldn’t have been a problem for Bucky except the pajamas in question were white with little ornaments, presents and characters from The Grinch movie. 

“Please.” You add as you hold out the pajamas the kids had chosen. “Don't be a Grinch.”

“Yeah dada, no be a Gwinch.”

Bucky groans but fails to hold back his smile as he takes the offending clothes and heads into the room to change. You Lottie and Henry celebrate while waiting for him. The kids cheer when Bucky walks back out in his pajamas and Lottie hugs his legs and waits to be picked up. The night is spent playing some board games and watching movies. When bedtime rolls around you and Bucky read Twas the night before Christmas to the kids. They fall asleep quickly and happily. 

****

“Wake up sweet boy.” You rub Henry’s back. “C’mon sweet boy open those pretty eyes for me.” 

“Mama? What’s going on?” 

“You have to come see.” You whisper. 

Lottie was already a pouting mess in Bucky’s arm but the four of you crept your way out from the bedroom down the hallway and stopped short of the living room. 

“Be quiet but take a look.” You whisper to the kids with a smile. By now curiosity had driven away Lottie’s sleepiness. 

Bucky sets Lottie down and takes out his phone to record as she tipped toed toward the entrance of the living room with Henry right behind her. There’s a light gasp from both kids. There in the living room illuminated by the soft glow of Christmas lights was Santa placing gifts under the tree.

“Mama is Santa.” Lottie whispers. 

“I know sweet Angel.” 

“Can we say hi?” 

“Do you think he’ll like my cookies?” Henry looks from Santa to you.

“You tell me.” 

You nod toward the living room and Henry turns back just in time to watch Santa take a bite. He hums in approval, even giving his signature Ho Ho Ho laugh, before drinks some milk. Henry is ecstatic. 

“Let’s go back to bed now before he sees us.” Bucky says as he puts his phone away and the kids run back. 

They were way too excited to sleep now but it was worth it. As Bucky keeps them distracted you stay by the living room waiting for Santa. 

“How excited were they?” 

“So excited, I’ll send you the video.” You look up at Santa and smile. “Thanks for helping with this dad.” 

“You got it, kitten.”

You hug your dad and walk him to the door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, kitten.”

“Goodnight dad.” 

You close the door and head back to the kids room and hear them talking about Santa and how they were so excited to open presents. 

~~~~~~~

Christmas morning comes with two little balls of energy. One currently pulling on Bucky’s hand and the other straddling your waist.

“Mama no seeping. It’s Chwistmas, habe pwesents.” Lottie says in your ear rather loudly. 

“I’m awake, sweet Angel but you have to get off of me.” 

“Kay.” She says as she scrambles off of you and the bed. 

“Move faster.” Henry insists from the door. 

They were both practically vibrating in their spots. You turn to look at Bucky who had a sleepy but adoring smile on his face. Henry takes Lottie’s hand and they start running to the living room. 

“We should go before their heads explode.” 

****

Both kids sat by the tree. All the presents you’d finish placing under the tree after they had gone to sleep overflowed. Lottie and Henry pointed at the gifts with special wrapping paper and wondered if those were the gifts from Santa.

“Ok, should we have breakfast first?” You tease knowing the kids wanted to get to the presents.

“No mama. Want pwesents.”

“Please.” Henry looked up with pleading eyes. 

You looked back at Bucky who had a camera set up on a tripod and ready to record. 

“Ok I guess we can open gifts now then.” 

The kids cheer and you all sit down. Gifts are given and wrapping paper is ripped into. Henry and Lottie smile and gasp and cheer as they open each gift. Lego sets and video games, baby dolls and hula hoops. Art supplies and baking items. It was everything they’d wanted. Tears of joy gather in both yours and Bucky’s eyes as you watch the kids get to experience something as wonderful as Christmas. 

“Mama is fo’ you.” Lottie holds out a wrapped gift. 

“Did you buy this for me sweet Angel?”

“Yeah.” She says bashfully.

You open the gift to find a teddy bear, a dress and some of your favorite candy. 

“I love it sweet Angel. Thank you.” 

“So mama no have bad dweams.” She holds up the stuffie.

“Oh baby. You are so sweet.” You hug her tightly and kiss the top of her head. 

“Mama I got you this.” 

You grab the gift from him which was pretty big as well. When you open it you find another bear and a knitted blanket in your favorite color. You smile at him and hug the blanket and stuffie to your chest.

“I think baby and I had the same idea, mama.” 

“It’s ok my sweet boy. I love everything.” You hug him. 

“Fo’ dada.” 

“Thank you doll.”  Bucky unwraps his gifts. One is a very nice watch and the other is a pair of very stylish sunglasses. “These are amazing, doll. I love everything.” He gives her a hug and a kiss.

“Here, open mine now.” 

Bucky opens the gift which is a very nice leather jacket. 

“It’s perfect. How did you know I needed a new one?” 

Henry just shrugs but he has a small proud smile on his face. 

Next you and Bucky exchange what you got for each other. A beautiful bracelet and earring set for you and an expensive bottle of scotch, a cologne you knew he’d love and a rare first edition copy of the Hobbit. 

Even Alpine got treats, toys and at Lottie’s insistence some bows and a cute collar.

“We should have breakfast and meet in the common room to exchange gifts with everyone else.” You said. 

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”

~~~~~~

The whole team and family members gathered in the shared living room after breakfast. Almost everyone was still in pajamas and Sam made sure to tease Bucky about his Grinch pajamas. 

“Alright, alright.” Eddie quieted everyone down. “I think it’s time for presents.” 

Everyone exchanged presents before opening them. Tony gave all the guys, and kids a customized lightsaber, which he had been working on. To everyone else he gave an expensive perfume made specifically for them. Sam gave Lottie and Henry bikes and all of the necessary protections. Bruce gave the kids science kits and even promised to do some experiments with them. Wanda and Nat replaced some of the kid’s favorite things including Lottie’s make up kit and accessories and Henry’s cookbook and toys. 

In turn Henry and Lottie gave everyone their gifts. From mugs to a tool kit for Tony, which he didn’t need but appreciated anyway. Wanda got some sweaters and earrings while Nat got the black dress Lottie picked out and a bracelet. 

Steve was last and you knew he had worked hard on whatever it was that was going to give them. He gave Henry and Lottie their gift bags and he waited anxiously for them to open it. There were two books in each bag. Lottie’s eyes immediately lit up and then watered. 

“Steebie I lobe it.” She murmurs as she looks at the sequel to the Lottie Adventure book Steve had drawn up for her. As well as a copy of the first book, that he had gifted her for her birthday and which was lost when hydra had attacked the compound. 

Her eyes fill with tears as she hugs Steve as a thank you.

“Oh sweetheart you don’t have to cry.”

“Is my fabowite.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” 

Henry opened his gift to find his own Henry’s Adventure book. He rushes to Steve and hugs him as well and thanks him.  

“You’re welcome bubs.” Steve smiles as both Charlotte and Henry cling to him. 

You hold out the gifts that the kids chose for him so that they could give him their gifts. Lottie chose a record player with various records. Henry had opted for a new personalized leather bound sketchbook along with pencils and charcoals. 

The kids played amongst themselves and so did the adults. It was good to be together and be able to share in the laughter and love. 

~~~~~

When the day came to an end and Lottie and Henry were tired and on the verge of sleep, you and Bucky tucked them in. They were mumbling about how much fun they’d had but Charlotte had one complaint.

“Am mad at Santa, mama.” She murmured in her semi sleepy state. 

“Why is that my sweet Angel?” You pushed some hair out of her face and felt Bucky move to kneel beside you. 

“Asked Santa fo’ a baby sissy an no find baby sissy unduh the twee.” 

There was a little pout on her lips as she blinked owlishly at you. 

“Well we can write Santa a letter tomorrow to complain ok?” 

“Kay.” 

“I love you sweet Angel.”

“I love you Doll.” 

“I lobe you mama an dada and bubba.” 

“I love you too baby.” You heard Henry say sleepily from the top bunk. 

With the kids asleep you and Bucky sat in the living room with a glass of wine. You were tucked into his side and you enjoyed the comfortable silence between you two. 

“I’m tired.” Bucky mumbles. “How was this the longest yet shortest month ever?” 

You chuckle and nod in agreement. “It was amazing wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah. I want to see those smiles the rest of my life.” 

“Me too.” 

Bucky turns to look at you. A soft adoring look in his eyes. Then he leans in and kisses you softly. He rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re the best gift I could have ever asked for.” He mutters. 

You smile and kiss him again. 

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

Bucky huffs a laugh before you kiss him again. This time leaving him breathless. Neither of you could wait to do this again, to celebrate Christmas again or any other holiday for that matter. Because at the end of the day the best gift you could have was each other and the kids. The laughter and the love. The ups and downs this life threw at you. 

And considering you had been thrown many downs it was nice to end the year in an up with the people you cared about the most. 

Extra notes: So although it's not stated in the main series. For Charlotte's Birthday Steve gifted her with her own book, with Lottie being the main character (as she should be). He did the illustrations and worked with a local children's book author to create a story for her. This was based on an ask that I received and I thought that it would be something Steve would keep adding to. So for Christmas he replaced the one she lost (book 1) and gave her the sequel. He did the same for Henry.

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Visions

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

received a lovely request / idea from @veeisgayasf 💛 thank you, I hope you like it! summary: Larissa x femreader bump into each other at the weathervane and reader has a vision of a spicy night with larissa even though this is their first time meeting. And it just goes from there. warnings: nsfw (fingering, oral sex, praise kink, mommy kink, mild degradation?)

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tags for those who may be interested: @sapphicsbeloved @afeatherformills @zephyr-is-tired

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“Vanilla latte, extra large, for Y/N?” The barista’s voice carried through Jericho’s only café, the Weathervane, and you slipped out of the booth from which you were waiting. You desperately needed the caffeine and sugar fix if you were going to make it through your job interview that afternoon.

Your visions had begun in your childhood: when you were 7, you passed out on the playground and had what could only be described as a prophetic dream, wherein you saw your younger sister fall off her bike and break her arm. Two days later it happened, just as it had in your “dream”. Your parents brushed it off as a weird coincidence but it kept happening, and soon they were unable to ignore it.

You had heard about Nevermore Academy, but your parents, desperate to give you a “normal” childhood (more like pretend their child was normal), hadn’t allowed you to attend, forcing you, instead, through years of public schooling with “normies”. The years of bullying (fainting during class didn’t exactly make you seem normal) had only strengthened your resolve, however, and you knew one day you would make it to Nevermore. If not as a student, then as a teacher, to inspire a new generation of outcasts and to, hopefully, spare some poor kid like you the pain of being misunderstood.

So there you were, in Jericho, reciting the most interesting points of your resumé in your head, with T-minus 1 hour to go before the job interview that you had been waiting for for as long as you could remember. With the to-go cup warming your hands, you spun on your heels and made your way to exit the Weathervane just as the door swung open. 

Passing through the door was quite possibly the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. A statuesque blonde with red lips and striking blue eyes, her platinum locks tied back in a professional updo. Everything about the woman exuded confidence, from the way she held her chin to the slight sway in her hips.

Focus, you thought. Now is not the time to get distracted.

She held the door for you and you smiled gratefully, receiving a warm smile in return, a smile that made your insides feel warm and fuzzy in ways you couldn’t explain. Your arm brushed against hers as you passed by her, and suddenly it happened again, without warning as it unfortunately always did. Your head snapped back at the neck.

Loud, unadulterated, sinful moans filled your ears. You were sitting naked on a desk in what appeared to be an office, legs spread open wide. You could feel your own slick coating your thighs, your breathing was shallow and labored. There was someone else there, a presence behind you, you could smell their flowery perfume, feel their breath on your neck. A clicking of heels told you the woman was rounding the desk now, coming into view. Her platinum updo was coming undone, red lipstick smeared. Perfectly manicured hands came to a rest on your thighs as her sapphire gaze pierced yours.

You came back to your senses and realized, with a fluttering in the pit of your stomach, that the woman in your vision was the very same woman staring back at you now, giving you a strange look, confusion mixed with curiosity, little creases forming between her perfectly plucked brows. You became acutely aware of the fact that your face had turned a lovely shade of red, to rival that of the woman’s lipstick.

“Are you alright?” she asked, voice careful and guarded, eyes narrowing.

You couldn’t help but to stare at her, dumbfounded. Your mouth hung open slightly and you snapped it shut, clearing your throat and shifting your gaze to the frame of the door, behind the woman’s shoulder, so as to avoid any further eye contact. “I’m fine,” you squeaked out. “I need to go, I’m sorry.”

You left the woman behind as you scurried out to your car, not daring to look back.

Maybe now you wouldn’t need the caffeine after all.

----

The woman from your vision consumed your thoughts throughout the entire drive to Nevermore Academy. Who was she? Why were you having sex with her in an office? And, perhaps most importantly, when would you see her again?

You parked your car and took a deep, shaky breath. Your visions could be so inconvenient sometimes. Now was not the time to be thinking about sex with some random woman - not when the most important job interview of your life was hanging in the balance. With one last look into your rear-view mirror to check your hair, you stepped out of your car and made your way up to the imposing school, following the instructions you had received via e-mail from the principal, Larissa Weems, to find her office.

Stopping in front of a pair of dark, wood-paneled double doors, you noticed that one of the doors stood slightly ajar, and you peeked your head in, knocking lightly as you did so.

“Come in,” you heard a smooth female voice call out.

You stepped into the room, looking around nervously. The room was filled with bookcases and trinkets. There was a magnificent fireplace off to the side, a fire roaring gently within.

Straight ahead stood a sturdy oak desk, the leather armchair turned around to face the massive windows just behind it.

Why did this office look so familiar? You racked your brain - there hadn’t been any pictures of the principal’s office on the school’s website, you knew this, you had studied the website long enough after all.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the swooshing sound of the chair swiveling around, revealing whom you assumed to be Principal Weems - and none other than the beautiful woman from the coffee shop from earlier.

You were stunned, rooted to the spot. You felt your stomach drop and a blush creep up your cheeks, your face slowly but surely turning crimson. If there were ever a moment you had wished the ground would swallow you up, surely it would be now.

“You must be Y/N. I’m Principal Weems, but please call me Larissa. We spoke over the phone last week, I must say I was very impressed with your resumé.” Larissa rose from her chair and rounded her desk, heels clicking, hand outstretched. She dropped her arm as she noticed you hadn’t moved an inch. 

“You’re… I saw you at the Weathervane an hour ago, didn’t I? Are you alright? Would you like to sit down?”

Great. Just great. Not even a minute into the interview and your boss already thinks you’re a nutcase. Get it together. 

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment. When you opened them, you saw genuine concern in Larissa’s eyes as she gestured towards one of the armchairs in front of her desk. 

“I’m alright. I’m so sorry, I’m afraid I’ve made a terrible first impression, Larissa. I, um, had a vision back at the Weathervane, and I’m still a bit rattled from it.”

“I understand,” Larissa said, and you could tell by the look in her eyes that she truly meant it. It nearly brought tears to your eyes - you had never felt understood before, only judged, and your heart ached, yearning for a place among the outcasts, yearning to be able to call Nevermore a home.

The interview went smoothly from then on. You shared stories on your childhood and background, went into your educational history, made sure your passion for the job came across in everything you said. Larissa displayed herself to be an exceptionally empathetic interview partner and seemed very impressed with your previous background in teaching. She promised to get back to you soon about the teaching position and by the time you had gotten back to your car, you had nearly forgotten about your earlier vision.

----

Three days went by before you received the call that would change your life. The teaching position was yours - no other applicant had impressed Larissa as you had, and she was looking forward to having you on her staff. You were to start the following Monday, a week before the beginning of the semester, giving you time to prepare your lesson plans and meet your new colleagues. You hung up the call buzzing with excitement, though there was a strange nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, gnawing at your insides. You were both excited and nervous to see Larissa again, and now that she was going to be your new boss, you had no idea what to expect, or how your vision was going to play into your new role at Nevermore Academy.

----

Your first week at Nevermore flew by as you busied yourself with writing lesson plans, attending staff meetings, and getting to know your new colleagues. 

It was a balmy Sunday evening, the evening before students were to arrive. Most teachers had already turned in a copy of their lesson plans for the semester, but you had waited until the last minute, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect. Which had led you to being in Larissa’s office this evening as she asked how you were getting along and assured you that the students would adore you.

The office was growing dark as the sun had long set on the horizon, save for the warm glow of the fire and the faint trace of moonlight. Larissa looked so beautiful, you mused, hair shining silver in the light of the moon. Her features looked softer in this light. She looked less like Principal Weems, head bitch in charge, and more like Larissa - sweet, gentle, caring. Her bright red lips curved upwards in a smile as she spoke with you, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, and your thoughts went back to the vision you’d had.

You felt a familiar burning sensation in your cheeks, a hot spring coiling up in your abdomen. If you didn’t leave soon, you knew you would spontaneously combust.

“I should go, it’s getting late and I should probably be well-rested to meet the kids tomorrow. Thanks for checking in on me Larissa, I do appreciate it.”

The warm smile you received in return made you dizzy.

“Of course, Y/N. If you need anything at all, you know where to find me.” She winked and rose from her armchair to see you out of her office. 

As your hand made contact with the cool brass of the doorknob, your head snapped back and another vision came to you.

“Please,” you moaned. Larissa’s gaze never left yours as she lowered her head until it was level with your sex. You were dripping onto her desk, aching with desire. The scent of your arousal hung in the air, mixing deliciously with her perfume. She ran her tongue along your cunt, from your entrance to your throbbing clit, and you felt a pitiful whimper escape you. 

You came back to your senses, breathing just as ragged as it was in your vision, head swimming. 

“Y/N? Did you have another vision?” 

You turned back to see a look of concern etched upon Larissa’s face. You could only stare at her in shock, a heat coiling in your stomach, a wetness pooling between your thighs. 

“Larissa…”

The office was quiet, save for the crackling of the fire, but your ears were ringing. Your gaze fell to her lips - warm, soft, enticing… You took a step forward, until you were in Larissa’s space, her perfume invading your senses, her breath ghosting your face. 

“Y/N?” Larissa whispered it, so quietly you wouldn’t have noticed she’d spoken if your eyes hadn’t been glued to her face.

Your lips were inches away from hers, your breaths mingling… it was Larissa who closed the gap. Her lips pressed into yours, gently at first then with more and more urgency.

When she pulled away, she took your shoulders in her hands and searched your face. 

“Is this what your vision was about?” She was breathless, face unreadable. 

You hesitated. “Sort of.” 

“Sort of?” Larissa quirked her eyebrow. 

You flushed as you considered how you would recount your vision to your boss.

“Well that wasn’t all my vision was about,” you conceded.

“What else happened in your vision?”

“Well… I was, um, on your desk…”

“Is that so?” Larissa took a step towards you, placing a hand on the oak next to your head and trapping you between her and the door.

You nodded pathetically. “And where was I?”

“B-between my legs,” your throat felt tight, you clenched your thighs together - your underwear drenched. The action was not lost on Larissa, whose pupils dilated, lips curling up into a devilish smirk.

“I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, darling,” she growled. Her body came flush against yours, pressing your back into the door. Your head was spinning, you had never craved someone’s touch like this before - the tension in the air was driving you wild.

“Then why don’t you take me?” Larissa moaned at your words and caught your lips in hers, hands flying to your hips and lifting you against the door. You wrapped your legs around her waist, teeth clashing, moaning desperately into each other's mouths. Your fingers curled up in Larissa’s hair, tugging gently and eliciting a delicious whine from her throat.

Stumbling, she brought you over to her desk and sat you on the edge, her lips never breaking contact with yours as her tongue explored the planes of your mouth. You were the first to pull away, panting, your hands coming up to your own blouse to undo the buttons.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, fingers shaking too much to get the buttons undone. Larissa let out a low chuckle and swatted your hands away, taking over, pushing the blouse down your shoulders before moving to tear your skirt down your legs. You shifted your hips up to assist Larissa in her endeavor and your skirt hit the ground in a heap.

“Oh my darling, you’re absolutely desperate for me,” Larissa growled, noticing the stain on your panties. You whimpered, bucking your hips forward into the air.

“Larissa… you have no idea what you do to me.” 

She slipped a hand under your panties, running two fingers along your slit and groaning as you moaned and threw back your head. She brought her fingers to her lips and ran her tongue along them, swirling her tongue around. She sucked the digits into her mouth, releasing them with a little pop that caused a fresh wave of desire to leak out of your core.

“I wonder, sweetheart, is this what you’ve been picturing since we first met? Have you thought about this during meetings? When we’ve passed each other in the halls?” Larissa was taunting you now, her fingers hooked around your panties. You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, feeling the electricity of her fingers on the skin of your hips.

“Aren’t you a little slut?” You groaned, pressing your thighs together, the tension becoming unbearable. She was getting off on this, making you squirm under her gaze.

“... Rissa… please…” 

“Please, what? Use your words, darling.”

“Please… fuck me,” your hips bucked at the air again, hands gripping the edge of the desk.

Those were apparently the words Larissa had been waiting for, for in a heartbeat she was pulling your panties down your legs. She rounded the desk to come up behind you, unclasping your bra. It was the moment you had been replaying in your mind for over a week now. 

Larissa’s hands came to rest on your breasts from behind, massaging them, fingers teasing the peaks of your nipples, her lips latching onto your neck, claiming you as her own. She moaned into your ear, lust dripping from every sound she made, trying to spur you on with her voice, as if she were performing for you.

In lieu of panties, your own slick was now pooling onto the desk below you, your legs spread wide open and waiting in anticipation for what was to come.

Larissa’s perfume, a divine blend of floral and musk, filled your nostrils as she came closer to let out a loud groan into your ear, her breath husking over your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

A clicking of her heels told you she was coming back to the front of her desk. Larissa was a sight to behold. Though, rather unfortunately, still fully clothed, her platinum updo was coming undone, curls spilling onto her shoulders. Her lipstick was smeared, lips swollen, her chest heaving. Perfectly manicured hands came to a rest on your thighs as her sapphire gaze pierced yours.

“What do you say?” Larissa commanded, nails digging into your skin to leave little red crescents.

“Please,” you moaned. Larissa’s gaze never left yours as she lowered her head until it was level with your sex. You were dripping onto her desk, aching with desire. The scent of your arousal hung in the air, mixing deliciously with her perfume. She ran her tongue along your cunt, from your entrance to your throbbing clit, and you felt a pitiful whimper escape you. 

“Good girl,” she purred into your cunt, and you felt yourself shudder at the praise, a fresh wave of arousal dripping onto Larissa’s chin. 

“Oh, my darling, you like it when mommy tells you how good you’ve been for her?” Larissa’s eyes met yours and you thought you might faint then and there, this was simply too good to be true.

“Y-yes, mommy,” you stuttered, grinding your hips into her mouth and gasping at the feeling of her wet tongue receiving your juices.

Flattening her tongue, she began to circle your clit in a steady rhythm as you bucked your hips up to meet her face, searching for friction, already so close from her teasing. Your hands found purchase in her curls, tightening your grip as you ground your clit into Larissa’s tongue, fingers tightening around her hair and undoing the rest of her elegant updo as you reached your climax. Your legs trembled, thighs snapping shut around Larissa’s ears. Her hands wound their way around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as you rode out your orgasm on her face.

Once your legs had stopped shaking and your thighs had loosened their hold on her head, Larissa looked up to you once more, making sure you held her eye contact as she wiped your juices from her chin. She placed tender kisses on your inner thighs, leaving faint lipstick marks.

She moved up your body, her hand landing firmly on your chest, and pressed a heated kiss to your lips, tongue begging for entry.

“Taste yourself, darling. You taste divine,” she moaned into your mouth, her tongue swirling around yours. Her breathy moans in your mouth had you ready again in mere seconds and you thought it very unfair that she was still fully clothed.

Still trapped in a passionate kiss, you reached out a needy hand and started to pull at the zipper on the side of Larissa’s dress. She pulled away from the kiss with an amused smirk gracing her swollen lips, straightening to her full height and looking down at you through hooded eyes. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

The amusement in her eyes gave you a shot of confidence. “I just thought it was unfair that I don’t get to see that killer body of yours.” 

Larissa could barely conceal the blush creeping up her cheeks. “And what would you do with this ‘killer body’ of mine?”

“Worship it.”

All the air was briefly sucked out of the room. Your words went straight to Larissa’s core, a growl escaping her lips, hips twitching as she lunged forward to press needy kisses to your neck, nipping at the skin, marking it in hues of red and purple.

Your hands moved back to the zipper of Larissa’s dress and this time, she didn’t stop you, allowing you to pull the dress down her shoulders, slowly exposing her skin, bit by bit. Your hands gripped her hips pulling her towards you as you placed open-mouthed kisses to every bit of skin you could reach, sucking and biting, marking her as she had marked you. Her moans only spurred you on and you unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor and taking her breast in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the hardened peak and eliciting a delightful whine from the woman before you.

“Come,” Larissa commanded, gripping your shoulders and pulling you off the desk, guiding you to follow her as she fell back into one of the plush armchairs across from her desk, spreading her legs for you. Heat pooled in your stomach as your eyes fell to the dark spot in the middle of her panties. You pulled them down her legs, achingly slowly, your fingers brushing her long, toned calves on the way down, feeling her shiver underneath you. 

“Be a good girl for mommy,” Larissa moaned, bringing her own fingers to her cunt and rubbing circles around her clit.

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating as you replaced her fingers with your own and brought one finger to her throbbing sex, dragging it slowly along her slit. You relished the whimpers that came from Larissa’s throat as you dragged two fingers from her entrance to her clit, gently rubbing the sensitive nub.

You plunged your fingers inside of her, beginning a rhythmic thrusting. Her juices dripped down your hand, staining the armchair underneath her. You curled your fingers inside of her and her hips bucked up erratically. She gripped the armrests of the chair, knuckles turning white, head thrown back in ecstasy. You latched your lips onto her clit, sucking gently, swirling your tongue faster and faster as Larissa’s hips increased their pace to match yours, each swirl of your tongue and curl of your fingers met with a sinful gasp of pleasure. 

“Y/N… I’m s-so close…” she gasped. You acted quickly, adding a third finger, filling her completely. Larissa’s thighs began to quiver as she reached her climax. You wished you could burn this moment into your mind for eternity - her mouth hung open, breathy moans spilling out past her lips, chest heaving and flushed, eyes squeezed shut. Slowly licking her slit, you cleaned her up, savoring the taste of Larissa’s arousal - all for you.

“Sorry about the chair,” your eyes fell to the stain Larissa’s cum had caused in the smooth velvet of the seat.

Larissa’s eyes followed yours. She looked up at you for a moment, face unreadable. Then her head fell back and a genuine laugh bubbled forth from her chest.

“Yes, well, I suppose I’ll have to have that reupholstered before anyone notices.” Her frame shook with mirth as she leaned in to press her lips to yours in a sweet, gentle kiss.

“So… have you had any other visions?” Larissa smirked.

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I protect • Alexia Putellas

Request: “Reader x Alexia with reader being a bit younger maybe also a tad bit younger than Alba. But reader is really protective especially when they are out and get swarmed by fans and press. R protects Alba and makes sure that nothing bad happens. Alexia is super glad that her girl is such a gentlewomen.”

Word count: 1,7k

You met Alexia a few seasons ago when you joined one of the biggest football clubs in Spain and although you got along very well, the captain never took the risk of starting something with you. It took you both quite a while, a whole two years to finally admit your attraction towards each other and even after that you needed a bit of convincing to make a move. Alba still prides herself about getting the two of you together, if that was the right way to put it.

 The younger Putellas and yourself were great friends and the brunette had been pushing both you and her sister to confess to each other. You didn’t believe that someone like Alexia would like you. In your words, ‘Alexia was a woman and you still felt like a little girl’. Alexia on the other hand didn’t want to distract you from football, your career was just taking off when you joined Barca and she thought she would somehow ruin that for you. 

It wasn’t until you were invited over for dinner that her sister locked you into her room and wouldn’t let either of you out until you’d come clean. How cliché.

But you truly could only thank Alba, she loved to remind you.

With you being younger than both Putellas, you often got the little sister treatment from Alba and motherly love from Eli. You loved it and they loved you, however, that also meant you wouldn’t miss out on Alba’s teasing. The girl loved to bring up the fact that Alexia was a ‘granny’ compared to you, even going as far as making a joke about her sister being your sugar mommy. She got a good smack on the back of her head for that, courtesy of your girlfriend. 

Now, being one of the greatest footballers at Barca meant a lot of pressure, tight schedules and being consumed by training sessions. Which also meant that you sometimes needed a day away from football to calm your racing mind. That’s when you would have a ‘girls day out’ with Alba or a date with your one and only.

It’s also how you found yourself walking into one of your favorite restaurants with the younger Putellas dragging you by the arm behind her. 

You spent the whole day with her, Alba lecturing on how to dress because according to her most of the time you looked like you were ready to hop on a treadmill at any second and run a marathon. 

The two of you had a blast together and you even managed to persuade the girl to help you in choosing what new football boots to get, something she just had to roll her eyes at before eventually handing you a different pair. She did have good taste though, you had to admit. 

Throughout dinner the pair of you didn’t hold back your laughter as you reminisced about the past, Alba once again mentioning your ‘sugar mommy’. Another smack to her arm but this time you did it with your own giggle, Alba satisfied as she full belly laughs. You really did always have a good time with her, especially being so close in age.

The restaurant the two of you decided to have dinner at wasn’t overly fancy but it did have a brighter look to it that made it less casual. Perhaps, as someone rather well known you should have realized that people might recognize you. 

By the time the two of you pay and exit the restaurant the sky is already darkening but the first thing you’re hit with is not the chill air but rather the screams of people. Fans of the club instantly surround you, many with Barca shirts in their hands waiting for you to sign them, others wanting a picture with you. You look back at Alba, uncertain.

“Go Y/N/N, I know you love your fans” she assures you that you wouldn’t be abandoning her and with a final nod from the brunette you greet the fans. Alba stays close though like you had requested her to, with the crowd that had showed up you didn’t want her to get lost somehow. 

The wide smile remains on your face as you sign shirts and interact with them. As more people start showing up you realize you might as well stay there the whole night and you reach behind you for Alba.

“Albs, stay close” you tell her as she steps closer behind you, your protectiveness shining through. “Only a few more minutes and then we’ll go, okay?”

“Sí, claro” she nods as you turn back to the young siblings reaching for you.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“BUENOS NOCHES!”

“Y/N? POR FAVOR”

Their shouts are coming from each and every direction when you suddenly feel a pull on the back of your shirt. You look back at Alba only to see her get shoved around as fans want to get closer to you and you immediately hand back the shirt that’s been pushed into your hands.

“Ay, ay!” you warn as you straighten up, nudging a man away from you with a strict look as you start towards where Alba stands helplessly.

“cálmate, cuidado” you scold the ones around her and you pull the girl into your side as you check her over.

“Everything’s fine, I’m fine” she rushes out and you look into her eyes as you recognize the panic in them, her own hand gripping your arm. 

“Well, you can never be too sure” you slowly nod at her, moving your hand up and down on her back in a comforting manner. Your soft eyes harden as you look back at the fans who are still demanding your attention and as politely as you can you tell them that you’ve gotta go. “Gracias culés, que tengas una buena noche” 

This time you make sure to keep your eyes on Alba to make sure she wouldn’t get pushed away from you and you lead her to walk in front of you as you squeeze through the crowd.

You sit in the car with a heavy sigh, rubbing at your face. 

“Are you okay?” your eyes shimmer in worry as you observe Alba again, the brunette nodding as she clears her throat. 

“You know, moments like this make me question if you’re actually the younger one” she grins at you as the two of you break out in laughter, her words easing the tension in your bodies as you start the car.

“Shut up” you playfully roll your eyes as you pull out of the parking lot, careful to not hit any fans.

Once you arrive back to your apartment Alexia is already waiting, impatiently pacing the length of the living room. Her distressed state is interrupted by her sister’s laughter as the two of you enter, the keys jingling in your hands as you lock the door. Alexia rushes to the two of you, her one hand cradling her sister's face as she looks her over, eventually reaching out to you and pulling you closer as she repeats her actions. 

You share a strange look with Alba as the two of you stand in Alexia’s embrace.

“Dios mío, I’m so glad you guys aren’t hurt” the older Putellas breathes out, pressing a kiss to your lips before moving to her sister’s cheek.

“Ay! Ale, calma” Alba untangles herself from her arms and Alexia stares after her sister before shrugging and kissing you again.

“What’s going on mi amor?” your concerned tone brings Alexia back to why she had been so worried and she nudges the both of you towards the sofa.

“The TV” she simply says and as you and her sister give her a confused look, she decides to elaborate. 

“I saw you guys outside the restaurant and all the people there. I know you love the fans, amor, but sometimes you can say no to them.” she explains, reaching for the remote and turning the television to the right channel.

“Did you watch all of it?” your question earns you a crease in her forehead.

“Or just the first bit?” Alba finishes with another question as she points back to the screen where Alexia gets to witness her sister getting shoved until you intervene and ‘save the day’, as one of the fans say later. Your girlfriend’s eyes shine with pride and love for you as she watches you protect and defend her younger sister. 

“See? Y/N had the situation under control” Alba shrugs as she makes herself more comfortable on the couch. You chuckle at her words as Alexia turns to you. 

“Albs there’s some left over ice cream in the fridge” her eyes stay on you as her sister cheers and dashes out of the living room, an obvious cue to get rid of her but she’s too happy about the ice cream to care.

“Estás bien mi amor?” you question as you reach for her hands when she steps closer, the brunette placing herself on your lap. 

“Te amo mucho mi amor, so so much” she exhales lowly, her eyes also conveying just how much she loves you as she leans her forehead on you.

“Thank you for protecting Alba, I love how much you care for her too” she tells you sincerely, capturing your lips before you get to say something. Her thumbs gently rub your cheeks as she leans more into you, only interrupted when you pull away for air.

“I protect the people I love” you state and she nods intently as your lips split into a smile. “And I really really love you too Alexia” she giggles sweetly as she presses herself more into you, yourself pressing a kiss to her neck as your bodies soak in the love before a squeak from the kitchen makes your ears perk up.

“Okay now quit the lovey dovey shit and come eat ice cream with me!”

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.6 Mishandle

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary:How much can you trust people that are the closest to you? Can you put any trust into strangers? After being tricked so many times, you can be sure to trust one person ... yourself. You should have left it that way, to bad you give second chances like fliers on the street.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, mensplaning, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass. 

Word count: 8915

A/N: This one is coming out faster this time, to make up for the wait ive put you all on. I hope you will enjoy it. Feedback is always walcome! Previous chapter

Your desk is covered in papers, the screen too bright for your liking, your eyes are stinging after hours of sharp focus on the monitor, but this old computer is not really cooperating with you. Loud noises are distracting, making it hard for you to finish your tasks, and you have a lot of them. Your boss, Loki, has put on you a first adult-ish assignment. It's your chance to no longer make coffee, kind of work, even more that fresh inters came in so they are at the bottom of the chain right now. That's how it works. The amount of work stresses you out but you are not going to let the opportunity slide. You can finally edit a text that will end up in one of the less popular magazines, but it's still going to be out. Doesn't matter how insignificant it will be, your name will be on this work and you need to give a 100% out of you.

 It's been 2 weeks since Carol's party, you haven't seen her or any of her friends since that night and to be completely honest you thought about Natasha and Wanda …. not more than once. When you came home and changed the bandaid on your hand the next day, you reminded yourself of how caring and worried they were, but also very smug and self indulgent, after that… nothing. You had school, work, shifts at the bar and your friends to care about. Not mentioning your phone caller issue that you will have to address and take care of at some point. Your life fell back into place after that night, gym, school, work, repeat. You have to keep the flow going or it's really easy to get lost in this kind of lifestyle. It's like running at full speed, you can't trip. The faster you go the harder you are going to hit.

“You better do it right yn.” That low voice scared you coming from behind your shoulder. Loki was always creepy, not in a perverted way but still creepy. 

“Yes boss, on it.” Short and sweet, don't discuss with him, you have learned it the hard way. It's for the best to make him feel validated. You assume that he had a rough childhood by the way he treats other people and by the not so quiet conversations he has with his brother in the office. You can't help but hear them, all the workers do, and you learned to have some understanding towards him. 

You are at your last working hour, the phone is thrown into the drawer so it won't occupy you but your smart watch is vibrating with the amount of messages you are getting. You ignore every single one of them even when the vibration is traveling up your arm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Last ten minutes you spend on cleaning your desk and putting your stuff into the bag. As you run down two flights of stairs you think about your plan for the rest of the day. You are done with work for now, you have spent half of the night doing extra work for school to get a little bit ahead and it worked amazingly on your anxiety, or the lack of it. You decide on visiting Steve on your way home, even if you don't have a shift at the bar, you enjoy spending time with him. As someone opens the door in front of you to let you exit first, with a short “thanks” you are outside, changing your plans immediately after you feel the warm sun. At this time of the year it is rare and you are planning on using that antidepressant window. The skin on your face feels like it is covered in a thin layer of warmth getting deeper inside of you, embracing your brain in an endorphin hug. You will visit Steve later, for now you are going to grab a nice coffee from the bike/coffee stand near the park and have a walk with your headphones on, ignoring the whole world. 

“Can you start picking up your goddamn phone!” You turn around just in time to stop an angry Darcy right in front of you. Her face seems worried just as she is angry. Right behind her there is Carol clearly having a laugh at her girlfriend's tantrum. When you see her smile you can help but join and embrace Darcy in a hug.

“Sorry Darcy, work stuff. What’s up, what's so important that you came here?” It's unusual for any of your friends to arrive at any of your work places, from your work friends they know only Steve as they hang out at the bar sometimes, but they dont push to get to know everybody around you and you are grateful for that. Darcy points at the car that her girlfriend is already entering and with a big sigh you throw behind you all the warm sunny plans you had and follow along. The car always smells new and you are wondering if Carol is actually exchanging her car for the same one, just new, from time to time. Seems like something she would do. Leather seats squeak under your touch and you take your place in the backseat and you hate every second of it. It's like wearing leather pants, for you it feels like biting a cotton towel, or having your sleeves getting wet, when you wash your hands. Uncomfortable at least. 

Carol starts driving and Darcy looks at you with a really excited expression on her face. 

“No.” You say to her, making her confused right away.

“I didn't even say anything.” 

“But you are going to, and you are excited, which means i have to do stuff, and you could text me what’s all this is about, but you didn't, so kidnapping me is the only way for me to participate in whatever evil plan you made.” She seems almost offended but it lasts three seconds before she starts laughing. 

“You know me so well.” She is slouching over the back of her sweet so she can face you and it makes Carol uncomfortable, worrying that if anything happens the seat belt would work correctly. With one hand on the wheel, Carol puts the other on Darcy's thigh and turns her around. She turns off music and with a steer voice starts talking. 

“Yn can hear your love, don't do that please.” Darcy takes Carol hand into hers not taking off her thigh, just to confirm that she understood and she is sorry. 

“Yes daddy, I'm sorry.” Carol is rarely mad at Darcy, she doesn't really have a reason to, they made for each other, at least in your opinion, but when she is Darcy will use any pet name she can to melt her girlfriends heart and get on her good side again, and it's clearly working wonders. 

“You are having a date Yn.” Carol informs you and you know this is a way of hers to mess with Darcy, the fact that she wasn't the one to share the news infuriates her. 

“I was supposed to, ugh…. I have an outfit for you at Carol's house and we will give you a ride to the restaurant.” 

“That's amazing, thank you very much… but I have work. My shift at the bar starts in-”

“In two days Yn, I have access to your calendar, don't try anything with me.” Feeling defeated, you slouch back a little bit and let your eyes follow the world outside of the car. Carol turns on the radio again after a minute of silence, assuming that everything was said and it won't be irritating for anyone. For a second you even let yourself sink into music and the outside world. Sun is peeking through the small alleys between the buildings, falling on your face in a pattern. You remember briefly that when you weren't able to fall asleep as a child your parents, or someone, you can't really remember, was taking you into the car and driving a couple of times around the block. Street Lamps or the sun flashing from time to time on your face was making you feel good, safe, comfortable, like there is something so bigger then you and everything around you. You found comfort in unlimitless nothingness and even now as an adult you feel safe. You are able to fight the sleepy state, well maybe you drifted away a little bit, and as you see Carol's house you are fully conscious again, anxiety of what's coming slowly creeping in. 

You enter the house, talk with Carol and Darcy about the last party and upcoming events, work stuff, your studies and Darcy's new projects at her school. You can never fully understand what she is talking about, too much chemical talk but you are so proud of her and happy that she can feel fulfilled with where she is. You are always interested in Carol's work and life, maybe that's why you are the closest to her among all your friends. She appreciates the way you treat her as her, not as Darcy's girlfriend or treat both of them as one, because as close as they are, they are still themself. They help you prepare, get your hair fixed, put a nice outfit together, and Carol even let you borrow some of her perfume. In no time you are back in the car going to the unknown location, to meet with a stranger. You are reminding Darcy that you agreed for half an hour of this show and then you are going to be even. She tries to extend it for an hour, using arguments like “ you can't get to know a person in half hour”, or “ you won't be even able to eat”. As you pull in front of the restaurant you see three Michelin stars in the front of it and you almost choke. 

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IN HERE I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET A GLASS OF WATER WITH MY BUDGET!” It was louder than you anticipated and the doorman put his focus on the car in front of him. He started going into your direction but Darcy opened the window at the right time.

“Everything is okay, we just need a second.” He smiled and without any words pointed at the parking spot a little bit further from the main door. Carol took a clue and parked there. Darcy took her seat belt off and turned to you, making you jump. 

“Darcy this is too much, and why do I even have to get so dressed up for someone I will turn down in the first two minutes?” You don't want to do this, and you can't be more clear than that. As bad as it sounds you are planning on being just as honest with your date.

“Give them a chance, Jesus, why are you so negative, they're gonna pay for you.” She got out of the car and opened your door rushing you outside. The restaurant is far enough from your house to have a real struggle with coming back, so you have to rely on Darcy and you are not enjoying this feeling. Just when you stepped outside it came to you what she said. 

“They!? What do you mean by They ?! Darcy is that -'' You can't even finish, Darcy closes your door, jumps back into her seat and as in a getaway car tells Carol to drive. You can only hear a faint have fun coming from her window. You run your hand down your face, taking a deep breath in and decide to get through it as ripping off a bandaid, fast but painfully. You straighten out your outfit, little crevices created by the short ride are easy to clean up and the cleaned up outfit helps you a lot with your confidence. You feel like you will need a lot of it during that dinner. Constant tag and pull with the redheads is exhausting and staying afloat as they try to drown you down feels like a survival chore. You can't help but be angry at Darcy, you know she wants good, you know you promised but you feel a little bit betrayed. You can't really pinpoint why but the feeling spreads uncomfortable through your body, or maybe it's just the cold that went back with the sun setting down. Beautiful purple color of the sunset lets you grab the last bits of energy, hope and the feeling of rest. You know it will end as soon as you turn around to enter the restaurant or when the sun will finally set. It's sad that you can't wait for the latter.  

“Half hour Yn, just half hour.” You talk to yourself hoping it will help you feel the back bone of your character and get through it smoothly enough. What 30 minutes can do right?

You enter the building, or rather you are led by the doorman through two sets of doors. After the second one you are met with a man in a suit, he looks important, you are wondering if that's the owner, maybe a menager, they are always around right? He looks so elegant that his status needs to be at a high level. Little lost in your head you hear him speak when the doors are closing behind you. 

“May I take your coat miss?” Miss? Coat? You thought that this man is… and he is just…. It's going to be long, thirty minutes.. This is not something you enjoy, not something that is a part of your world. You just need to survive this. You are wondering how the man will know which coat is yours. He didn't give you a number nor did he take your name. It's all strange and the coat belongs to Carol, you are worrying now about getting it back later. 

Restaurant seems much bigger from the outside. The building is huge but the dining area pleasantly small. The kitchen must take a lot of space, you think to yourself approaching a Host of the restaurant. Small wooden desk in front of him looks amazing. Golden leaves decorating the legs as a vine. The whole place is in darker colors but it gives a more elegant and fancy look to it. Smell is not overwhelming which is usually a problem for you in the restaurants, not in this. You can hear a light chatter around, 

“Welcome, do you have a reservation?” He asks you with his back straight, his tie carefully secured around his neck. Do you have a reservation? This whole thing feels so out of blue, catching you off guard in every single step, it seems. 

“Um… I….” You can't recall their last name, why can't you recall their last name? You fall back into the memory, you follow the steps of the day you meet them. You went to work, bus ride, Wanda opened the door for you, she had her suit on, her shirt was open, she had a messy bun on top, she had this nice perfume on her, the same she used last time you saw her at the Carols party. You could feel it clearly when she was tending your wound. Darcy introduced them to you. She said their names, they are both lawyers or Wanda is a lawyer and Natasha is in finances, yes that seems correct. Did she say their last name ? You remember now, she didn't but they gave you their card…. which you didn't even look at, before throwing it away. Then it comes to you, you were supposed to text them last time after the accident, they gave you a new card and you actually have it on you at the back of your phone case. It is very embarrassing trying to get your phone out of its case but also necessary. Host is waiting for you patiently, his face emotionless, he was definitely well trained for his job. 

“It should be on the name-” You finally take out a card and look at the last name. “-Romanoff, or Maximoff. One of those.” It's strange to see that they are married, but they still use separate last names, it might be just for business and you decide on asking them if you will have to speak at all. At least it's going to be something to talk about. You smoothly follow the host to your table, moving between the tables you can see all the food prepared for other guests and your stomach lets you know about its empty state. Smell coming from each of the tables will not be very helpful in the next 30 minutes, because there is no way that you are going to let them pay for anything, not with these prices. At the far left corner of the restaurant you can see Wanda and Natasha chatting between each other, their hands together on the table, Natasha is lightly smoothing her wifes hand with her thumb, laughing at something she said. It's the first time they don't seem like big, scary rich assholes, more human than before. You are afraid, or maybe you are sure it's going to drop as soon as they are going to see you. First to notice you is Natasha, she lets go of Wandas hand and stands up to greet you. You don't want to make a scene in the restaurant, so you kiss her cheek as her hand lingers on your waist and you do the same with Wanda. Looking at them, seeing how dressed up they are, you are glad that Darcy made you wear the clothes she prepared, if you would dress yourself, you would for sure stand out, not in a good way. You take your place on an empty chair when Wanda starts speaking to you. 

“I hope you didn't have any problems finding us?” She sounds soft, soft enough for you to find it degrading. 

“Except not knowing your last names it was pretty easy.” You say in a rough voice and that makes Natasha look back to the man that brought you to the table. 

“You didn't have you, I gave him clear instructions. It's not that hard to do the only thing you are here for. I'm going to talk to him.” She drops the napkin on an empty table and stands up. You are not sure how you find your voice, maybe it's the nervous atmosphere that Natasha is adding to, or maybe your empathy for a fellow customer service worker, but you speak up.

“Sit down!” To your surprise, she does with a shocked face, while her wife laughs a little. 

“Can we just order and get this over with? It feels like work.” You ask and that makes Wanda look at you quizzingly. 

“What do you mean baby? Get it over with?” You put down the menu that you were reading and look her in the eyes.

“I promised Darcy that I will be here for at least half an hour. It started five minutes ago and I'm counting the time. I didn't want to be here and I found out just when she dropped me off that I'm meeting with you both.” She looks hurt and you need to address that before it gets more messy, even more that Natasha looks angry. You look between them and continue.

“Look-” You run your hand on your face, as it is supposed to take off the worry. “-I’m sorry, but i'm not looking for dates, or relationships. Any kind of relationship.” You say pointing your finger between them. 

“Can we just spend this 25 minutes talking or whatever and I promise you won’t have to waste any more time on me.” That makes Wanda's face soften. She looks like she is about to say something but Natasha cuts in. 

“Sure, let's just order something.” In the next three minutes you placed an order and as much as they pursued you to get something to eat you didn't get anything. You got a coffee which cost twenty five dollars. You regret that decision, thinking that you would be okay with the tap water. Your stomach starts to hurt with how empty it is and all the smells are affecting it in a horrible way. Wanda and Natasha placed their orders and food came in faster then it took to order it. They are really at the top in this restaurant. They start eating while you enjoy your coffee. Wanda tries to start a light conversation, to make it a little bit less awkward for all of you. 

“So Yn, Darcy told us you were working today, was it a good shift?” 

“Decent, I got my first article to do a final edit to.” You say and take a sip of coffee, looking at Wanda enjoying her pasta alfredo. You feel yourself salivating and you probably look too long at her food, because it makes her wonder if you actually want anything.

“Yn, are you sure you are not hungry?” Wanda says and her wife finally joins the conversation.

“We know we picked an expensive restaurant, let us get you something to eat sugar.” She is about to call the waiter to the table again. 

“No. No, Natasha no, I'm really okay. Please don’t.” She looks at you, deeply studying your eyes, knowing that you are doing that because you are uncomfortable with the prices, but still she doesn't want to go against you, as much as she wishes she could. With each passing time she spends with you, she realizes that you can be destructive for yourself, and she would gladly take that away from you. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket but you decide to keep it there for the next fifteen minutes. Time feels like it stretches itself, making you feel like it has been over an hour. You keep your fingers on the brim of your coffee mug, trying to make your legs stop shaking, and your muscles twitching. It's not that you are nervous, you are past that, but your medication is wearing off and you can feel it. At this time you would either take a second dose if you were at work, or with your friends, or just people in general, or you would take some actions to make yourself comfortable. Caffeine doesn't help, and it was a bad idea as it just makes you more and more sleepy with every second. Your left hand is laying on the table and the tablecloth feels awful against your fingertips. Material feels like it lingers on your skin even after you pick your hand up, it's too soft and too harsh at the same time, like a used sandpaper sheet. You wish you could pick your hand up but you can't. It feels embarrassing to do so, not because of the action but because of the reason to do so, so you force yourself to keep it that way. Only fifteen minutes longer. It feels like you said it to yourself an hour ago but with the time speed in your brain, it was only a minute. You are physically restraining yourself from counting seconds, numbers help you stay sane but you can't do that right now, if you would, everything that two woman in front of you are speaking about would go into the void, and as a center of entertainment for them right now you can’t allow yourself to drift off, they would notice. Clutter of silverware feels like it's happening at the front part of your skull, Lady at the table on your right has some good insights about new generations of doctors, she is a doctor too, she has her id clipped to her bag. Man to whom she is speaking is sweating a lot, he is nervous and it seems like they are on a date. One girl, a waiter, has had enough of today, she stands at the corner next to the bar, nobody can see her, or maybe nobody just pays attention, except you. Sometimes putting on a work uniform equals disappearing. She is running her hands on her thighs, looking up to the ceiling, she tries to stop crying. That makes you look around the room, a man in a big suit is red on his face, he was just yelling, or arguing since you didn't hear anything before. He shoves food into his mouth like it's going to calm his nerves. 

“Are you even listening?” Natasha calls out and just then her voice breaks through all the loud noise around you. 

“Hm? I'm sorry I just-” 

“Wasn't listening. Look, I understand you don't want to be here, but a little decency wouldn't hurt you. We are trying hard to get to know you, not use you, not sponsor you, not even embarrass you, just get to know you. I don't understand what's so awful about it.” She throws a napkin at the table and stands up. 

“I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” She looks at her wife when she speaks, she is mad, you didn't mean to make her mad, or disappointed, you really do appreciate the interest. 

“Nat, I really didn't mean to- '' You are trying to defend yourself but she is already gone, you lie your head low and massage your traps with your hands, it's painful but helpful. You get this uneasy feeling inside your stomach and you can't say if that's the lack of food or the nerves. Just then you realize that you picked your hand up from uncomfortable table cloth and you make a mental note not to put it down at the same place. 

Wanda swallows the food she just finished, your time is almost up and you are grateful for it, even more that since the moment you went into the restaurant you were doing nothing more but disappointing everybody, including yourself. You decide to speak to her, maybe try to explain yourself a little why you are acting that way. 

“Im sorry Wanda.” 

“I know.” A moment of silence lingers between you when she grabs her wine glass, not taking her back off of her chair, stretching her arm out. 

“I'm sorry about her, I’ m not saying she is not right yn, i feel the same way, but my wife is just very frustrated by you.” You hang your head low, like a child being scolded, you tell yourself that you shouldn't care about their opinion, but it matters, everybody's opinion matters and you hate that about yourself. 

“I wasn't aware that I was that irritating for her. That's just an additional reason for why you shouldn't waste your time on me Wanda.” She smiles at you and shakes her head. 

“Sexually frustrated Yn, emotionally frustrated. She really wants to get to know you, and she is being on her best behavior holding back every second we are spending with you.” That makes you even more confused. 

“What do you mean?”

“You are a precious one aren't you?” This time you can be sure it was degrading.You straighten up your posture. 

“That little stunt you did at the party?” She leans in, making you once again lost in the smell of her perfumes. You don't say anything but she can see on your face how oblivious you are. 

“You remember that moment when Natasha went to you to simply try and devour you? That little stunt you pulled with her belt? Please you had to see her reaction, she has the same look every time she looks at you, and to be honest i don't blame her. I had a fun night thanks to you baby, it's a shame you weren't there.” She finishes the sentence and then her wine. You feel like you have finished all the air, it's hard to breathe and it's too warm, and you don't understand those feelings, they put you in a fight or flight state, but at the same time you are glued to the chair, not able to move. Wanda puts her hand on yours and interlocks your fingers, you are not able to stop her or yourself. 

“Yn, breath.” She looks a little worried but at the same time highly entertained. 

“What's going on?” Natasha comes back to the table and her voice brings you back and makes you let go of Wanda’s hand like it's burning you. 

“Oh nothing love, I just told Yn how much fun I had because of her after the party.” 

“Wanda-” Natasha says in a scolding way, seeing the state Wanda put you in. “- I apologize for my wife's sugar. Sometimes she can't keep her mouth shut.” Their holding hands and being so tender with each other, it makes you feel like an intruder. 

“I thought you like it wide open.” Wanda's comment makes you choke on your coffee and it goes down the wrong pipe, sending you into a coughing spree. A girl, the waiter you saw before comes right in to check on you. You assure her that everything is okay, but she still leaves a glass of water for you on the side, sending you a warm smile.  Wanda and Natasha cut the topic seeing in what way it's affecting you and you fall into light conversation for the last couple of minutes. You ask them about work and they can't say much other than it’s classified sounding like from csi miami series, but either way you are very much interested in stories they encounter while being at work. 

Your phone vibrates a couple of more times and at the fifth time you can’t not pick it up. You assume who is trying to reach you but as you pull your phone out of the inside pocket in your jacket you can see that you were very wrong. You have ten messages and five missed calls, all from Shuri, and she never calls you. You immediately get this worried look and they can see it.

“What's going on Yn?”

“Is everything okay?” You don't even pick your head up to look at them. 

“I'm sorry I need to call back. I'm sorry.” You dial Shuri on your phone and call her back without getting up from the table. You just turn your body side to them to get a little bit more private. She pics up after two dial tones. 

“Shuri!? Is everything okay? What's going on?” You are holding your phone with your right hand and playing with the rings on your left hand. Your voice is low trying not to disturb anybody's dinner or conversations, fortunately your table is far enough from others. Natasha and Wanda pay close attention to you, their hands together in a caring manner. 

“Now?” You ask and look at your watch. 

“I'm really far away from the city-” You pinch your nose with your fingers. 

“- I can try to call a cab-” A moment of silence from your side let's Wanda slip a fast question. 

“Is something wrong?” She whispers to you laying her hand on the table close to you. You look at her apologetically. 

“-it's not about the money Shuri. I'm just limited right now. How much time do I have? An hour? Okay, yeah I'm going to figure something out, don't worry about it I got you, just send me the location.” With that you hang up the phone and start looking around to collect your things, which you don't have because everything is in your coat. You look at them and you don't know what to say, you are just about to cut short a 30 minute meeting in which you already disappointed them so much. They are both worried that much you can say but Natsaha is definitely clenching her jaw, it's not a good sign. You try to find in yourself the right words to turn them down one last time, but you can't, not with this level of stress. 

“I need to go.” You stand up looking between both of them. You take thirty dollars from your pocket and put it under your coffee mug. 

“I'm sorry.” With that you leave them and don't provide them any explanation, to be honest they didn't ask. You move into the exit and wait a second for the man to give you your, actually Carol’s coat. You thank him and go outside trying to figure out what you are going to do. 

Natasha and Wanda, a little disappointed with how things went, decided to finish dinner and head home. Fifteen minutes after you left they exit the restaurant and wait for their car to be brought. Just as they receive keys from the worker they hear a loud conversation on the side of the building. Natasha looks around the corner and sees you packing around with your phone in your ear, for a second she thinks about leaving you but her wife walks past her towards you. 

“I understand but I don't have enough cash! You know how far it is, i can cash app the money whats the problem?! No don’t- . Ugh!” Clearly someone hung up on you. You are looking at your phone typing aggressively, you seem worried out of your mind. 

“Okay Yn what's going on?” Wanda asks when her wife joins her and you are surprised to see them. You take a second before you reply.

“I can’t find a cab, it's nothing really. Again sorry it turned out this way.” Your phone rings again and you pick it up so fast that the second ring tone doesnt come. 

“Yes, yes I called. I need a cab to the city center-” You pace around not being able to stay in place, even more that you just got this feeling in your legs that you can't describe. Each night before sleep, when your medicine wears off completely your legs have this tingly feeling, like slight electric shocking waves going through your muscles. It's nothing pleasant. Usually a hot shower helps but the alternative is just to keep moving, so that's what you do. 

“- HOW MUCH? Okay yeah, yeah you too.” You sit down, cross legged at the curb, your left palm is open while your right is holding the phone, lightly tapping it on your left. Natasha crouches in front of you and tries to catch eye contact. You don't look up so she snatches the phone from your palm. 

“Hey!” You reach to grab it back but she already gave it to Wanda that stands behind her. 

“Tell us what's wrong, sugar?” You look between them, they look at you gently, worried, trying to read your expressions while you are breathing heavily with stress, your upper back is tense and you would love to shake it off of you. Without giving them too much information you speak up. 

“I need to pick up someone from the city center and I should be there-'' You look at your watch trying to figure out how much time passed from your conversation with Shuri. “- in forty minutes. I called a couple of companies but they either don't have anybody in the area, or they don't have a cash app and I don't have that much cash on me.” You explain carefully, trying hard not to sound crazy or overemotional, even if you feel your body shaking. Natasha is standing up, it makes you feel like she is hovering above you, and you don't have energy to fight for your phone. To your surprise she stretches her hand towards you and helps you stand up. You follow, and the feeling of her skin on yours is very different from Wandas. It's hard to tell if that's a good or a bad thing. With both of them your whole relationship, if you can even call seeing them three times, a relationship, you had an off feeling but at the same time some connection that wanted to be made. 

“Come on, we’re gonna drive you.” Natasha says with her face straight, she takes the space leaving no room for you to decline. You are in the tight spot, Shuri is counting on you and you are needed, there is a big possibility you won't be able to do this without their help, and oh god how much you hate it. 

“No, i'm going to- i will-” Wanda interrupts your protest already opening the front passenger door for you. 

“You will do what? You are out of options, Yn. Get in.” And you do, with her hand on the small of your back you take the space next to Natasha. For a second you are confused about why you are sitting in the front seat. 

“ Tell me where to go.” Natsaha doesn't even take a look at you, she seems pissed and you don't blame her, you would probably hate yourself in their position. ruining the date, making them do something for you, ruining their day schedule. They both probably have a thousand better places to be right now, and they are stuck with you. Awkwardness of the situation doesn't help the anxiety you have about the passing time, you are scared of running late, always, but in this situation even more. After giving them the address and helping with directions from time to time you are 5 minutes away from your destination. 

“So who is Shuri?” Wanda asks from the back seat, taking your focus off of the road in front of you. 

“Oh she studies at the university with me, she is Tony Stark’s best student.” You explain briefly. 

“That Stark? What a small world.” Natasha comments taking a fast look at her wife in the back mirror. 

“ That's nice, baby, but I meant who is she to you.” Are you imagining things or does she sound jealous? You can't help but wonder. You are not sure what makes you open up in front of them in any way, but you do. 

“She is my-” you make a little pause, wondering what words you should use. “-friend, a really good friend.” 

“Hm a really good one you say?” Wanda is pushing you a little bit trying to bring some more information out of you. 

“Yeah, we were together for two years, she is like family to me. Actually her whole family kind of took me in, as a part of them.” Too much Yn, too much, You bite your tongue, probably a little too late, you are mad at yourself for revealing that much about your past, to total strangers. That was always an issue for you, if someone was willing to listen you were eager to talk. That's unfortunately not a safe thing to do, at least usually. 

“So we went out to pick up your ex?” Natasha is straight forward, and strangely you respect that. At that moment you arrive in front of elementary school. 

“Actually no.” You answer quickly and get out of the car, looking straight at the little boy waiting with his teacher near the gate. You walk in their direction. 

“JUNIOR!” You yell out for him and the moment he sees you, his backpack is on the ground and he runs into your direction. You catch him into your arms and spin him around as he hugs himself close to your neck, securing his legs around your torso. You walk still holding him up to pick up his backpack. You didn't realize that both Natasha and Wanda got out of the car and were approaching you. 

“It's been a while since we saw you miss Yn. Have a nice day.” Teacher sends Junior T’Challa a wave and goes back into the building. You are written down on the list to pick up Shuri’s nephew. It's not the first time for you to do that, but it's true that it's been a while. Boy refuses to let you go as you try to pick up his backpack. Before you can do it, struggling a little bit Natasha snatches it from the ground looking down at you. 

“Yn? Who is that?” Junior asks you and to be honest you hoped that they would already leave. 

“This is Natasha and Wanda, they drove me here, which I'm very thankful for, but now they have to go. Right?” You hope that the hint is not too small. 

“Actually we have the whole day reserved for you Yn. You and this little boy now.” 

“Im T'Challa Junior.” He says proudly, getting out of your arms at the same time. 

“It's Shuris nephew.” You kneel down, fixing his jacket. The water proof material got stuck in the zipper. You take the piece out and zip it all the way up, trying to keep him nice and warm. 

“She got stuck with Profesor Stark.” Boy gets visibly sad after that information. You are thinking for a second if you should do something with him, or just get him home and take care of your responsibilities, which to be honest are piling up. You got three texts about essays that are needed for tomorrow. All for the same class and the same topic, which is the worst case scenario for you. 

“Don't worry, Yn here is actually taking you to the theme park. We are going to have a lot of fun.” Natasha throws information out of nowhere, without asking you, giving you any heads up, and taking full control over the situation, and you thought for a split second to get violent with her. How dare she use a little boy's emotions against you? Yes, sure, it's a nice thing to do, but you told them specifically that you don't have too much time, that you have half an hour for them and that's it, that you don't want to be near them or do more than necessary to keep your promise. Which part of that she didn't get? Wanda notices how angry you got after her wife’s idea, and as much as she thinks about resolving this issue, this also might be a good idea to show you that they are not so bad. She kneels down next to you to get to the boys and your eye level, her eyes are soft, apologetic almost. 

“It's going to be fun, Yn. You’ll see.” Junior gets excited and follows Natasha to the car, you are right behind them with wanda. How are you supposed to take happiness out of his hands? You are not a monster. 

“Cheer up Yn.” Wanda is walking on a very thin line. 

“Cheer down Wanda, this is hopefully the last time I have to see you both.” Leaving shocked Wanda behind, you get into the place with Junior on the back and let Natasha decide where to go. Make him happy, and survive. That's all that matters right now. You would give your life for this boy, what's one day, even if it means you staying up all night to catch up with your work, because of course you agreed to take those additional papers for tomorrow. You need money, lots of it, so you need to work… a lot. Just as you were getting nervous about it and your bank account your phone started going off with text messages. One after another, drilling a hole in your calmness. You don't even read them, you decide to call right away and you can't be bothered enough that you are not alone. 

“What do you want?” Wanda looks at you worried, but smiles at the little boy to keep him calm. 

“No.” Some arguing can be heard through the phone on the other side of the call. Even when you put it on the lowest volume, it's so loud that they can hear. 

“You do want me to starve, don't you?... At the end of the week, that's all I have to say to you. Leave me alone.” You finish your call and mute your phone, of course after filing Darcy and Shuri up on what's happening and where are you going. Wanda and Natasha didn't ask, hoping you will explain what the call was about, it didn't sound good. 

The rest of the day passed good but horrible slowly. Junior had so much fun, riding with Natasha and playing games with Wanda, or sitting down and eating corn dogs with you. Seeing him happy makes you happy, but the mental load that you are carrying with you is heavy enough that you can't relax or enjoy this for even a second. Going through stuff in your head is a normal thing for you, but at the end of the day, when you're actually sitting down to do what you have to do you feel like you went through the same task five times already. It's simply dreadful, not mentioning the lack of any satisfaction when you are actually done. 

Shuri tells you that she is already home, Junior is tired, and you are also so ready to go home. You asked Natasha and Wanda, who were trying so, so, so hard to get to you in any way, that it was irritating at some point, to give T'Challa a ride. Normally you would feel bad about it but it was their idea in the first place. 

Shuris home is a little bit outside of the city, not far from the subway thankfully. When Natasha parks her car at the side of the street, you collect your bag and get out of the car. Walking to the other side of it you zip your jacket up, goosebumps all over your body, reminding you physically how cold it is at this time of year. Street lights give off your favorite time of the day vibe, even if it's far till three am. You open the door on the right side and slowly unbuckle Junior from the seat. 

“Don’t.” You tell Wanda, seeing her undoing her seatbelt, also to go out and help you. Surprisingly she listens to you. You take the boy into your arms and let him hug you half asleep, you hold him up with your right hand and take his backpack with your left. It's heavier than it looks. Actually they both are, or maybe you are just really tired, it's been a long day. you go to the gate with him and Wanda and Natasha are watching your every move. You ring the bell at the gate and later the main doors are open. Two people go out of the house, the older woman takes the boy from your hands and the younger takes the back pack. Redheads can't hear a thing but they can see you talking with the younger woman. 

“I don't know how to thank you. He texted me half way throughout the day, how much he missed you and how much fun he is having.” Shuri is so genuine with you, she always was, pretty tough sometimes, but always real, and you respect that. 

“You know I love this boy, he is family.”

“And you are ours Yn. You have always been, and you will always be a part of this family.” These cheesy moments between you two is not something any of you are used to, even when you were together,” i love you” sounded more like a, “bye i see you later”, rather than “my heart is with you every second when we are apart”. Romanticizing your life much? Maybe, but how can you not, when you want to survive in this world, with your heart intact. Shuri hugs you for a goodbye, and gives you a light kiss on the cheek, which does not go unnoticed by your dates. 

“I don't like it, Wanda.” 

“Would you calm down Nat? You did everything today to push her away, and each moment I've been trying to fix the situation that YOU created, you were shutting me up.” That accusation is shocking for Natasha, and she will not back down from defending herself, even if it's coming from her wife. She almost starts talking again, giving her piece of thoughts on the topic, but she sees you walk away and that takes priority at this second. 

“We are going to talk about it at home.” She points her finger at Wanda, her voice sounds like flowing out through clenched teeth, and she is definitely not agreeing with Wanda. She doesn't even point out to her wife what's happening, she just goes out of the car and walks fast after you, Wanda confused but right at her heels. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” The force with which you turn around makes Natsaha stop immediately. Your eyes are dark, your jaw is clenched, as well as your fists. 

“Natasha, calm down!” Wanda joins you at the side of the road, it's really quiet in this neighborhood, the only sound slicing the silence is the roaring of the car that was left with the engine running. You pinch the bridge of your nose, irritation, exhaustion, this feeling of wasted day get to you, overstretching your patience to the fucking limits. You don’t care, you can’t find in yourself to care, and your promise was fulfilled. You respect and love Carol, but it doesn't mean that you have to feel the same way about her friends. 

“What are you, five?” This is definitely not something they expected of you. Even everything they have heard about you, always patient, collected, good, the view in front of them doesn't fit any of this. 

“How dare you deciding about my day, my plans, and using feelings of a little boy to get me to do something, just because your fucking ego is bruised?” Natasha makes a step to your direction, bringing her finger up to defend herself and her wife. 

“No! I'm not done!” Taken aback she doesn't interrupt you. As horrible Wanda feels about making you feel this way it's really interesting for her to see someone putting her wife into place. 

“For the whole day you are talking so much, about wanting to get to know me, getting close to me, but you did absolutely nothing to make me feel comfortable in your presence. When you gave me the ride, seeing the position i was in, i though, just for a second, this can be good, we can try this out,  and then…then you took your fucking place and made me feel like i have no say in my life.” 

“You are being so dramatic Yn! We gave you and this boy a great day, you should be grateful!” Natasha had enough. 

“I have a test tomorrow, an article to edit, and three essays to write, that should be done by now. And no, I don't have a second deadline, I don't have more time, and I will have to stay up all night, without sleep to get everything done on time. In the morning I have work, then a test at university and then my shift at the bar! You thought I had thirty minutes with you for fun? If that means that im being dramatic then fucking yes, I am dramatic!”

“You are working too much.” Wanda comments with this horribly soft voice of her, condescending reasoning, like it's so simple for her, like she can solve all your issues, if you are just willing to give them all control over your life. You scoff at her like she said something funny. Natasha takes out her wallet, and takes out  two thousand in cash, you never saw this amount of money in cash, well maybe once when you were working in black. 

“Is this enough to buy your time? Your pride? Is that enough for you to get over yourself and let someone take care of you or at least fucking try?” She steps close to you, so close that you feel warmth coming from her body, creating too much of a contrast with the weather, you feel sick. Wanda grabbed her wife's hand, but it wasn't enough to stop her from speaking a couple words too much. You look at the money in Nat’s hand. Couple of papers that would solve your issues for at least two months, something that means nothing to her, that she has too much of, something that would save you. The control that it has over you is not fair, but life isn’t fair, it never was, it never will be, and you are highly aware of it. You look her in the eyes, and you grab at the last bits of your control, pride you have for yourself, those bits of respect that you are trying to save.

“You ignorant fuck, you really dont get any of this do you? Fuck you Natasha.” You leave them and start your long way home, this was a mistake, and you are glad that it's over, finally you can focus on yourself again. All they did since the day you met them is make your life fall apart with every way imaginable. It's good that it's over Yn, you tell yourself and enter the subway, already starting writing your first essay on your phone, the topic power laughing at you, as the universe decided that you are its best comedy. 

Next chapter

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[hoenoredone]

MISHAPS – gojo satoru

contents: satoru comes home after a gruelling day at work to his house looking like it was traversed by a hurricane. tags: sfw, fluff, enstablished relationship, parenting is hard, gojoxfem!reader, non sorcerer au, married au, megumi and tsumiki are gojo's biological children - i don't make the rules, very domestic, sort of traditional gender roles?

no way in hell gojo was going back to work tomorow, not after the absolute mess of a calendar his secretary had left him with. meetings and conferences back to back, he had barely had any time to take a single bite out of the lunch you had prepared for him the day before. gojo had made it through the day by only relying on pure spite against his secretary – yes, he was still seething – and the thought of coming home to his wife and kids.

as he exited his car he could already hear tsumiki's laughter through the open kitchen window and your gentle redirection for what he could only assume was an attempt at teaching the kids some independence by having them make dinner with you. if he had to be honest, gojo did think it was a little early for them to hold a knife – even if it was barely able to be considered one, seeing how it was completely blunt ceramic – tsumiki being six and megumi being almost three, but ultimately you knew best considering all of the parenting books you had devoured in the last seven years. not that he hadn't put in any effort at all – he had actually spent several nights studying to prepare –, he simply did not want to see his kids grow up so soon.

"no, tsumiki, that's sugar!" gojo hears you hurriedly yell at your daughter, and he can't help but chuckle at the horror in our voice. you must be too busy trying to fix your little one's mishap to hear him enter your home, because once he crosses the threshold and removes his coat, the only one to greet him is a tired looking megumi.

"hi, daddy," the boy says between a yawn and a clumsy stumble towards his father, and gojo's heart couldn't be fuller than in that moment.

"hey there, little man," he whispers to his son as he picks him up and lays him on his shoulder, "how's mommy doing?"

gojo only receives a mumble and a nuzzle as a response. he tries to make his way to the kitchen holding megumi with a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back, however he has to skip and hop every couple of steps over some forgotten toys and books scattered on the living room floor.

once he reaches the kitchen he can't help but stand back and observe the barely controlled chaos of the stove. sink full of utensils, table stacked with bowls he can only assume had been taken out of the dishwasher when it hadn't finished yet, givien the water droplets falling on the wood, and his two favorite ladies hunched over the stove.

"okay, no- that's okay, actually! tomato sauce always calls for a pinch of sugar," you say as you lift tsumiki off of the stepping stool in front of the stove and step in to add some freshly picked basil – you had insisted on having some potted herbs on the windowsill – and a generous amount of salt.

"wait, why, mommy?" your daughter asks jumping up to try and see the pot.

"why what, baby? the sugar?" you ask before tasting the sauce and barely holding back the look of surprise that paints your face. it must have turned out fairly decent, in the end.

tsumiki nods enthusiastically.

"ah," you step aside and let her climb back on the stepping stool, "it's to cut the acidity of the tomatoes. you could use some milk too, but we don't because we don't want daddy's tummy to feel upset."

"we all have our flaws," gojo says while repositioning megumi on his shoulder, and he swears he sees all of the cogs in your brain work at lightning speed to make the split second decision to hide tsumiki behind you and grab the nearest knife on your counter before you realize it's just your husband talking.

his arms ache from his son's weight, his back is in knots from sitting at his desk all day, and his heart is so, so full of love.

[natsaffection]

Hey :) for the requests for my sweet baby could we get the time Natasha let R drive her car n maybe some smut in the car to plsssss thank you

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

warnings: oral (r receiving), use of sex toys, fingering (r receiving), begging, Mommy kink, sex on parking lot

Word count: 1231

pairing: Sugar!Mommy Natasha x Sugar!Baby Reader

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One word to describe Natasha?

Possessive.

Not just over you, no. About her company, about her pens and... About her cars. She has thousands of them, and there are just eight of them in your garage. One night she showed you all of them in photos, scattered all over the world. Some people collect stamps, and Natasha collects cars. 

If you two ever don't get a ride, she drives. You had to beg to see her key box first. But driving? Forget it. She won't even let you ride her bike. She constantly gives you the excuse that she's afraid you might get hurt, yet you knew better. Only she. ONLY she is allowed to drive them. And at some point you just accepted it. 

Someday you'll get one too and then that'll be your new baby. Natasha can get in line. That's why you never, in your life, would have expected her to invite you to drive. 

As you were leaving the building from your exam and ready to celebrate, you looked in amazement at Natasha, who suddenly came to your passenger side and tossed you the keys, "Catch. You've mastered the exams, so I think you'll be fine with this too." 

You were in the wrong movie. Natasha's letting you drive her Audi?! "Y-you sure about this? What about-" She opens the passenger door and sits inside, "Sit your butt down now, or I'll change my mind." You didn't need to be told twice. 

You sprint over and hesitantly open the door. But when you see that nothing is happening, you sit down inside and put the key in, "Go wherever you want." You look over at her with a broad smile and step on the gas. Natasha jerkily held onto the door with one hand, "Don't push through too hard! Hey!" You could barely hear her over the engine and your laughter drowning her out. 

You think about it for a second and decide to get on the highway before you both go out to eat. Natasha said you could drive anywhere. So why not take advantage of it? "You're kidding..“

"You said anywhere..." Natasha looks from the road to you, "You really want to know, don't you?" Your grip around the steering rim tightens, "Hold on tight, Ms Romanoff and enjoy the ride!" 

And you're totally hammering away. Both of you were pressed lightly against the seat, so fast were you going now. You were being honked at from all sides, so annoyed were the others already. You however had the fun of your life, and Natasha again held on to her life. Sure, you pay attention to the traffic rules, but you wanted to test Natasha's annoyance and deliberately drive fast towards a speed camera. "Y/n. Dare you." And the flash came. You had to laugh so hard and you see in the corner of your eye Natasha looking at you. 

This went on for a while until Natasha saw an exit, "Pull out here." You had your fun and turn. "There, into the park place." You see it and turn perfectly into the park lie.

"WHERE did you learn to drive like that! What did the driving instructor do for a living?!" You buckle up, "Come on, that was fun!" Natasha will never admit it, but yes. She enjoyed it. "This is going to be an expensive one..you were going twice as fast as allowed, Y/n!" You look at her, a little worried, but then you remember you're in the car with the richest woman in La. And you knew a way to make her forget her frustration....

You bend over to her and start kissing her and playing with her pants at the same time, "You realize we're in a parking lot?" She was so turned on, to your confidence, that she could forget herself.

You sat right down on Natasha's knee, and she caught you in a kiss. However, you were a little nervous and Natasha could tell because your hips started to shake.

She tapped one of your thighs with her hand, and you understand what she wanted. So you lifted it up and Natasha filled you with her fingers. You also knew what she liked even more than your throbbing pussy. So you took off your shirt and Natasha started moaning right away. She ripped your bra off you and immediately put one of your nipples in her mouth. You tried to keep quiet, but then when Natasha hooked her finger, it was over, "A-Ah!"

"That's right..." She rams into you faster and faster, so you had to claw at the seat to follow her movements, "S-Shit..." Your head spins as Natasha now uses her thumb to put pressure on your clit,

"Let go backwards..." She drops her seat back, so you can get to the back seat faster and easier. Once in the back, Natasha doesn't spare a second and throws you in the back to fill you up again. „Please..“ That’s wasn’t enough for her, "So that's how smart girls like you ask?" You don't notice Natasha reach to the side and reach into a compartment to pull out a dildo. You don't realize it until it's already a little in your pussy.

You didn't care who could hear you, "P-Put it in please!" You feel yourself how the urge became bigger and bigger, and you had absolutely no shyness to show it.

„Hey, be quit.."

Her movements stopped, and she came back up to you and kissed you. You gasped as you tasted yourself, and She looked back up at you smirking, "Surely you don't want anyone to hear us and get suspicious, Y/n-Fuck!“

Natasha groaned as she felt her action tighten your walls and literally pull her fingers inside, „This turns you on? That I’m taking you here on a fucking parking lot?“ She pushed the dildo even deeper.

„M-Mommy, don't stopppppp!!“

„Don't intend to.“

She started kneading your breasts at the same time, and the double simulation made you go crazy. Natasha couldn't take anymore, and quickly turned you around, so that your ass is in the air and in perfect view for her. You don't realize it until the rough underground made contact with your face, "Please..I want it...“ You were filled so fast your tongue was hanging out. You tried to hold on to something, but found yourself just sliding.

"Are you coming already?" She laughed.

"Please, please, please!" Your plea was immediately met as you could feel Her increasing her pace and penetrating deeper, "That's my girl, c'mon just a little more."

Natasha reached under you to bend you up a bit to get even deeper, "Oh my g-god!" you breathed. “You're doing so good, fuck...Say it. Who's making you feel this good?" She sped up, "Mommy! Mommy make me f-feel this gooddd!" you scream as you let your head fall back, "That's right. Only I can make you feel that, come on, show me." she whispers in your ear, and you feel the pressure start to burst.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!! J-Just-," You come all over Natasha and wet the expensive seats,

"Look at the mess you're making, keep going..." She pushes slower to help you ride out the orgasm. When it was time, you fell forward and Natasha cleaned her hands, "I forgot about the speeding ticket..."

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[yandere-daydreams]

I thought of two other things for the walk of shame and if it were me I’ll probably never show my face again.

Arlecchino being your sugar mommy and having passionate night with her seems a good idea at first but when you and her does the deed in her office and got interrupted by her children coming back to report is literal mortifying. Walking out of there as freminet and lynette just silently judging you while lyney makes a joke about you being there there new step parent. Its the worst when your screwing a single parent and had to sneak out only to be caught by their kids.

Dottore is also quite awkward in the sense that he’ll probably screw you in his lab where all his experiments are kept. Like imagine all his experiments who are fearful for their lives hearing you and the doc “role playing”, I don’t know if they’re thankful for a few more moments of their lives or they want to kill themselves early so they cam stop hearing your moans about the doc’s “injection”. Another thing is how the clones work in this, do they take place screwing you 6 ways to sunday or are they judging you for screwing one but not the other. Bonus points if you have to do the walk of shame and accidentally stumble upon a clone torturing a subject only for both to pause as you limp yourself to the exit with marks litter through your body

fjkdsfjksdfjksl TO BE FAIR i genuinely think arlecchino would have enough curtesy to pencil in your six hour long boss/secretary roleplay sessions at least an hour apart from her debriefing with her children, but sometimes these things run long and sometimes, you have to limp out of her office with a few less buttons and a few more hickeys than you'd like while three orphans stare you down like you just crawled out of the abyss. in the best case scenario, they'll be too horrified to say anything, but in the worst, one will ask if you're one of their father's children too and you'll have to say anything but 'i call her daddy actually'. a bad time all around.

and with dottore,,, at least you can't say you didn't know what you were getting into. if you're enough of a freak to fuck him at all, you're probably enough of a freak to fuck him in his lab while subject #69420 waits to be flayed alive or something and not feel any shame about having to walk past the guards and lab assistants who just listened to you fuck their boss in a way that violates the geneva code. it's bad, but there's a good chance you're not the most well-oiled hinge yourself so. uh. do what you will with that ig.

[crybabycinna]

Driving

Sugar mama Lin Beifong x sugar baby reader

Summary: you learn how to drive!

I was currently with Asami and Korra. “Ok you ready for your first race car ride?” Asami asked. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted excitedly. “Great! Come on.” Asami said as she led me to her race car. “Have fun!” Korra shouted. Asami gave me goggles and a helmet which I put on. “Thank you.” I said. “Ok get in.” Asami said as she got in. I got in behind her. “You ready?” Asami asked. “As ready as I can be.” I said. She started up the car and took off. “Oh fuck!” I shouted. I was so excited but also terrified because of how fast she was going. We went around the track a few times and I loved it. The wind in my hair and that excitement felt so good.

Once we were done Asami thought it was a good idea to make me drive to our lunch meeting spot. “You can do this, just relax.” Asami told me. I looked at her then at the wheel. “You got this.” Korra said. I looked at Asami again then at the wheel. “Come on. You can do it.” Asami said and rubbed my back. Asami started to explain to me how to drive and it felt like it was going in one ear and out the other. “You got it?” Asami asked. “Huh?” I asked. “You got this.” She said the started to explain driving to me again.

As she was explaining I have no idea what happened I started nervously laughing. “No it’s ok! Just start the car.” Asami said. “Come on, you got this! We are right here.” Korra said. I kept laughing but started the car. “There you go.” Asami said. I closed my eyes then took a deep breath. After that I opened my eyes then started driving. “You’re doing great.” Asami said. She and Korra kept giving me directions and encouraging me. I didn’t say anything the entire drive. “Ok now you park.” Asami said. I somehow managed to park with her instructions. “You did it!” Asami shouted. “I did not think you could actually get her to drive.” Lin said.

“Good job honey.” Kya said. “Yay!” Bolin shouted and started clapping. “Proud of you.” Mako said. I got out of the car and walked past everyone then went into the restaurant to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. When I finished the girls came in as I was cleaning my mouth. “What happened?” Asami asked. “Never again.” I said. “You were that nervous?” Korra asked. “Yes.” I said. “Damn.” Korra said. “But you did so well! You were a perfect driver! You did a lot better than Korra on her first drive.” Asami said. “Hey.” Korra said. “It’s true honey and you know it.” Asami said.

Kya rubbed my back. “It’s ok. You did very well and for a first time parker you did great.” Kya said. I leaned on to Kya. “I’m proud of you.” Lin said. “Thanks babe.” I said. She nodded. “I appreciate all of you, I just don’t think driving is for me.” I said. “Give it another chance.” Asami said. “Maybe.” I said. We exited the bathroom and then got seated. “You ok?” Mako asked. “She was just very nervous from driving and then her body calmed down when she finished driving she threw up.” Kya said. “This is some bullshit.” I said. “It’s ok, it happens, it's normal.” Kya said. “I don’t like it.” I said. “It’s ok honey.” Lin said then kissed my forehead.

“I thought you’d be ok after the race car. I thought you’d be so excited that you would want to drive.” Asami said. “You meant well and I appreciate you trying to help, I really do. I love you oh so much but this driving shit is not for me.” I said. “Your nerves will go down eventually with practice.” Kya said. After lunch Lin made me drive home and I hated it. When we got home I threw up again. ��Honey.” Lin said and held up my hair. Once I finished I cleaned out my mouth again. “Yeah nope never again! For fucking sure never again.” I said. Lin rubbed my back. “You did great.” Lin said. “I can drive, I just don’t like it.” I said.

Miyuki came over to me and rubbed up against me. I picked her up. “Mommy is ok sweet girl.” I said. Miyuki nuzzled into my neck. “I’m ok.” I told her. “You did amazing honey and I’m so proud of you.” Lin told me. “Thanks babe.” I said and leaned on her. She kissed my head. “We should take a family portrait!” I shouted. “Babe no.” Lin said.

[tomyo]

I watched Trap and it was wild.

Spoilers ahead

Its weird because my cohorts said it was bad but also were more quiet during the movie than they were for Beetlejuice 2 (we were at a double feature). I think overall it had a lot of potential but it went in to many directions.

For those who want to know the twist, I guess it is either one of two things; 1. His wife set him up or 2. He just keeps not getting caught. But okay let's explain 2.

Basically it's everything the trailer promises you; he's in the concert, it's ridiculously covered with police, he notices and tries to escape. Now let me explain all the ways he tries to get out JUST at the concert (yes he does get out). First he starts trying to get out normally, drags his daughter around and scopes all exits, pushes over a drunk woman down some stairs to distract the guards and then leave except there are so many officers they are immediately covered by more, so he starts collecting a bunch to figure out how to get out, he befriends the t shirt seller, he goes in back to get more shirts with him, steals his card, learns there's a special password he has to give, uses the card to go into the break room, listens in on a police briefing, pretends to get coffee, somehow knows where the sugar is to give to an officer, steals a radio (mind you there is enough guards to be more than all of Philadelphia's squad and yes I'm aware how large that number is), tries to convince his daughter to dive into the trap door that opened audience side in the stadium (why would they allow that if they're so militant about catching him?), he finds out there's a profiler who is basically L, steals a bracelet from a different attendee to cover his tiny arm tattoo they somehow identified was on him, almost pulls a fire alarm until the profiler mentions that over the radio, sets off an glass oil explosion just to distract guards so he can get an apron, goes on the roof, pretends he's crying over the girl who got mailed, finds out there's a card he also is supposed to have, lucks out the apron had a wallet, asks about the profiler and the fucking swat team tells him despite his sudden coldness despite how scarred he is, at some point he tells his 12 year old daughter to meet him at a distant meeting spot if he doesn't come back, tells m night shamalan's character that his daughter has leukemia that she hates acknowledging so she will get taken back stage, administers first aid to a preteen who fainted back stage (he is a firefighter), notices the pop star needs an inhaler yet never uses that info, and despite somehow them all being extremely aware one of the men in the audience in the killer, convinces the pop star to go into her dressing room alone with him.

Now my friends and I were cracking theories the whole time (this was a drive in so we were able to talk in a more private space) and at some point I assumed that this was the whole trap, the profiler was clearly aware of his likely actions about as soon as he came up with them. I was banking on the idea that the t shirt seller, the guards, and the info back stage were the only people getting out was a very intentional goal to lead him into getting caught. I thought it would be so smart to say "This whole time the way out was actually the trap."

But no, what happens next is he reveals himself as the butcher to the popstar and tells her he will kill the guy via his phone if she doesn't get him out of there. So she does, she actually drives him and his daughter out but then does a smart move in asking to drop them off at their house. And suddenly everything is using pov shots from the popstar's view. And AGAIN it's almost smart, it's like we are parrelelling his attempt to escape with her attempt to catch him. There's all these suggestions of themes; he has some mommy issues and it's suddenly also a plot point he is OCD (they really just drop it in out if no where and it becomes suddenly really relevant) and she doesn't know her father. It's almost like her fatherlessness and him being a father is meant to mean something or his mommy issues that people use against him are meant to mean something. And she theoretically does smart things; she puts him in a situation where his phone is close enough for her to grab, she locks herself with it in the bathroom pretty haphazardly but it's okay cuz she's panicked, and after getting info from the captive, she goes on live and uses her star power to crowd source finding the victims location.

Now here's where another "this is the theme" moment really could have played out. All while this concert is going on there are thousands of phones being used to capture the concert and certainly would catch some of the butcher acting weird. It's easy to say even if he escaped, he still would've been caught by camera right? That is an easy answer to how he could've been foiled but still create a surprise. But I mean okay, instead we have the guy that can do everything against the sheer number of the police force and now the size of a pop star following. Wow! The power of the community he terrorized takes him down I guess.

So finally caught with the police called on him, the killer locks his family upstairs and tries to take the popstar hostage. She tries to play mental games with him by acting like his mother but it doesn't work. I hear this as a critique of her acting but I think it's find that she's a little bad at it because I don't think the average pop star would be good at going up against a serial killer. They open the garage door and GASP the family is blocking the escape, they got out by going down the tree next to the house. Unable to flee, he goes inside and starts doing the chores that needed doing. He's caught? Wait no, there's a secret exit and he somehow quickly dressed up like a police officer and drove off in the popstar's limo with her in it again. He handcuffs her and drives her through downtown to get to his safe house. But again, she manages to get out of the situation because she opens the window and begs for help so her fans surround the car. The police come, surround the car and shoot it except YES, he escaped AGAIN. This is like 5 minutes apart from the garage convo.

So we are back at his house where his wife is waiting and promptly 3 seconds after she is told she is safe here, he appears in the kitchen ranting about how he realizes she ratted him out and that's how they knew he was going to the concert. She begs him to finish their daughter's celebration pie together before he kills the both of them only to GASP realize she doped him with his own arsenal of sedatives. He's out! Sort of. He hears his mother and walk towards her excepts it was the profiler (she's an old lady with roughly similar features) and he gets tazed like, so many times. He's finally handcuffed but dang that OCD, he begs them to let him stand up his daughter's bike which????? They allow??????? Why??????.

And yes, we finally hit the final final end, he's in the heavily armored transport but he stole a spoke and uses it to uncuff himself, supposedly going to get out AGAIN.

Somewhere in this jumble of two puzzles mixed together there was good stories and good elements but I can only describe the plot as that one fanfic author who finishes the original premise of their opus fic only to try and start a new arc and fumble, ending arc 1 in 36 chapters and arc 2 in 4 which is also the end of the whole story. A good narrative that just didn't know how to end or if it should end.

The biggest fault of the movie is mistaking the story climax for does he get caught when it really was does he get out. The moment he made it out of the stadium it should have started to wrap up and instead it just kept going on. Like a half of the movies just kept going on.

And now a toast to all the dropped side plots; the image of his mom the butcher kept hallucinating, the butcher's MO, the popstar's struggles and why they were important to bring up, the daughter who apparently was on bad terms with her sort of friends, the sort of friend's mother aggressively trying to defend her daughter for being a bitch, any presence you were supposed to feel from the profiler, the set up to him using doping powder (how funny it is that he didn't just use it in the coffee scene because that's what I was suspecting), the whole point in learning a bunch about the killer's victims.

Still I think this movie is certainly consumable but idk why it just focused on the wrong things. People think it's the nepotism or something you should be mad at but I'm more upset that it went so beyond the scope of the concert. The constant perspective changes towards the end was hard. Of various guesses we also made, the mom who was the betrayer was made (which was right), the daughter exposing her own father, the mom/family all being killers, and that this was a part of the split universe (because holy shit he should not be escaping as much as he did) were all guessed.

Yeah that's it, it's a movie. It's a watchable movie and maybe even a good movie at points but it becomes frustrating at other ones. Hope this fufills someone's curiosity.

[princessmisery666]

Fairytale Ending - Part 7 - No One's In The Room Mini Series

Series Summary: Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room.

Summary: Ryleigh and Jake have an opportunity to make things right. Will it be a fairytale ending or not?  

Warnings: fluff, angst. 

W/C: 2.4k

Characters: Jake ‘ Hangman’ Seresin, Ryleigh ‘Rodeo’, and other OC's.

Pairing: Hangman x OFC.

Pairing: none for part 2.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made by me on canva.

Catch up here

Fairytale Ending

As soon as Jake exited the cab, he could hear the squeals of delight from the backyard, and it wasn’t until then he remembered Julia telling him the dance troupe was having a pre-party before the show.

He dumped his bag at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at the loud and proud declarations of a Giant slayed from the yard as he walked through to the kitchen. 

Julia, in a huddle with some other parents, noticed him and gasped his name in surprise. “What are you doing here?” she asked, rushing forward to embrace him. 

“Couldn’t miss the Munchkin’s recital, could I?” he explained.

He sugar-coated it as being a dutiful uncle, but beneath the sweet topping was the sourness of needing his home comforts. His sister wasn’t clueless to his pretense. 

Pulling out of the embrace, she smiled sweetly at him, “Jake…” she started, but he cut her off, unable to stand the pity in her eyes. 

“Where is my favorite Munchkin?” he asked, stepping toward the backdoor, freezing when he saw her. 

“With your other favorite Munchkin,” Julia whispered, sliding up beside him. Now he understood her cautioning tone and wanted to turn and run before either of them spotted him. For almost two weeks, he’d wanted to speak to Ryleigh, but now she was there, crouching in front of Maddie in a make-believe sword fight, and he was terrified of doing so.

“Uncle Jake!” Maddie squealed, dropping the plastic sword and dodging around Ryleigh.

A witch had cursed Ryleigh to be stuck on her knees in the mud. As soon as Maddie squealed his name, the curse became a reality. She was unable to move her body even as Maddie excitedly brushed past her shoulder to run toward the house. There was no denying the girl's exhilaration, she couldn’t have mistaken one of the dads for her uncle, but Ryleigh prayed she had. 

But the prayer went unanswered as Jake happily greeted his niece, “Hey, Munchkin.” 

“Mommy,” Maddie grumbled as Jake scooped her up, “you told me he wasn’t coming!” 

You and me both, kiddo, Ryleigh groused in her head as she slowly shuffled around on her knees to face him. He looked kind of pale. Maybe the surprise of seeing her had shocked him as much as hearing his voice had her.

“Princess Ryleigh is here too,” Maddie said.

“I can see that.” 

Jake carried her toward Ryleigh, and the young girl continued proudly, “We’ve slayed a Giant, but a witch gave her a potion, and now she can’t get up.”

“Oh no,” Jake played along, “I’m not sure you know this,” he whispered as if telling a secret. “But I have magic hands, and I think I can reverse the spell.” 

He held his breath as he extended his hand toward Ryleigh. It felt like time had stopped, and all eyes were on them. He knew Julia’s mom friends usually tracked his every movement. He’d heard them whisper and giggle about him. He was pretty sure Julia would have explained who Ryleigh was, too, so they were no doubt the focus of the group. 

Tension in the air fizzled like unearthed electricity, and he pleaded with his eyes for Ryleigh to take his hand. But it was deeper than that; he was asking her to accept him. 

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, and she took his hand, rising to her feet. “Hey,” Ryleigh managed to croak out, dusting off her knees to save herself from looking directly at him.

“Hey,” Jake sighed, relief flooding his veins.

“You're supposed to be on assignment,” she accused, unnecessarily aggressive. 

“And you're supposed to be off the grid,” he threw back but quickly remembered their audience. “Important Roloville business, right?”

“Um, yeah,” Ryleigh recovered just as quickly.

“You still haven’t told me what it was?” Maddie questioned again. 

Jake held his breath, the white lie had been told, but now Maddie required color, and he wasn’t sure how to paint it to make it lighter than the darkness it was. But maybe this was an opportunity. 

“Well, you see,” Jake started, “Ryleigh lost a bet and had to help out a Prince. But the Prince made some mistakes, and Ryleigh got hurt.”

Maddie cocked her head, asking, “The witch that knocked you off the dragon and hurt your leg?”

“That’s right,” Ryleigh nodded.

“But Uncle Jake saved you?” 

“I did,” Jake agreed, “but then I made some mistakes, too.” 

Maddie gave him a suspicious look as if her Mighty Uncle Jake could never make a mistake, but didn’t comment.

“I said some things and hurt Ryleigh’s feelings, and she had to convince the Kingdom not to banish me for being a bit of a fool.”

Ryleigh corrected, “A m-ASS-ive fool.”

Jake flashed her an incredulous look but continued his tale. “Am I telling this story, or are you?”

“I just wanna make sure she knows all the important details,” she smirked, despite her nerves.

“Truth is,” Jake sighed, locking his gaze to Ryleigh’s. “I kissed Princess Ryleigh,” he confessed, “and what I felt was too good to be true, and I worried maybe a witch cursed me, and I got scared.”

Tears blurred Ryleigh’s vision, and she dropped her gaze to swipe them away before Maddie saw.

“But Ryleigh’s magic, too,” Maddie explained, “she could have stopped you from being scared.” 

“I could’ve,” Ryleigh said, nodding, “but I was a bit of a fool too.”

“Hey Maddie, baby,” Julia cooed, taking the girl from Jake and announcing loudly, “why don’t we all go get some ice cream before the show?” 

The yard emptied faster than the rec room when Admiral Simpson was looking for a volunteer, and Jake remained staring at Ryleigh. Now was his chance. He had to take it. 

Ryleigh had seen all his missed calls and text messages, though she hadn’t read any of them. Too afraid they’d be a scathing remark or confirmation that he was right, that she was her mother’s daughter. Whenever her mother failed, she packed up and left town. Ryleigh had done precisely the same.

Jake had gone over the conversation a million times in his head. Every scenario had played out. Except for the one of him in his sister's backyard with a soundtrack of murmurs from families preparing to leave. So instead of some profound apology he blurted out, “What do you want from me?”

“Nothing,” Ryleigh answered. A knee-jerk reaction to his feisty tone. “I want nothing from you, Jake.” 

“Back at the cabin and when we were last here, we both…something changed between us, and we’re both as guilty as the other for letting our pride and fear hold us back. But please, Ryleigh, what do you want?”

She stared at him for an eternity. He was right. She was fearful, scared of being honest, only to be shot down again. “Honestly,” she started, swallowing a thick lump of pride, eyes ablaze with trauma, “I don’t want to be my mother.”

That cut him deeper than he expected. The words scraped against his guilt and reopened the wound of remorse he’d tried to stitch. He was to blame for her believing that she was her mother, but she was only partly right.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I fucked up, and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to you. For everything I said to you, for everything I didn’t do! I should’ve kissed you back at the cabin and when you asked at the reunion.” He rambled, “I should never have run away when I did kiss you. But you never should have let me ignore it.”

“I tried!” she growled, turning to pace in front of the swing set, “I tried to talk about it, I showed up at the airport, and you asked me not to make it about the kiss. I was respecting your wishes!” 

“Bullshit,” he declared, “just admit you're just as afraid of this as I am!”

“I was afraid,” she admitted, stubbornly adding, “but now I’m angry. Angry at myself for thinking like my mom, for believing we could be something.”

He hadn’t meant to start the blame game. He’d have to relent if he wanted to make this right. He sighed, “You are like your mom, but the difference is you found someone who wants to change. I want to be all the things you told me about. I want to be all of it for you. I want to vacation somewhere with snow and no tv. I want to worry about you if you don’t call. I want to be the person you go to when you’ve had a shit day and someone you celebrate your wins with. Or I at least want a chance to try and be those things for you. But I’m not good at this, so you’re gonna have to show me how.”

She was dumbfounded, frozen on the spot, mouth agape while she stared at him, and in the silence that stretched, he floundered - had his actions and harsh words been unforgivable? Should he take it back? 

Finally, the shock subsided, and a small contrite smile crept to her lips. “I’m sorry too. I couldn’t force you to talk, but I could’ve swallowed my pride and told you how I felt. Instead, I forced myself on you.” 

Jake smirked, “not sure I remember that bit.” 

She chuckled, and it helped ease some of the tension of the moment. “I meant the reunion. I invited myself here and expected you to open up to me and understand my feelings without me actually saying it.”

“You still haven’t said it.” 

She contemplated her next words, caution still in her tone. “Something changed between us, and I wanted to explore it, see what it could be, but,” she sighed, hopelessness rife in her tone before she couldn’t find the words anymore.

“Wanted to explore it? I really did fuck up too much. Didn’t I?” Jake asked, the hopelessness spreading like wildfire. She couldn’t forgive him, and he knew he deserved it, but he never believed he wouldn’t get a chance to make it right. 

“No, Jake, it’s not that. It’s me. I’m not cut out for this.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, brow tight with offense at her talking down on herself. “You’re all I’ve thought about for weeks now. I can’t stop thinking about you, us, what we could be.”

“It’s infatuation,” she challenged, “wanting something you think you can’t have. It’ll fade.” 

“That’s not it! Look, I don’t know how to explain it, I just know this is something and I don’t want to walk away and then regret it for the rest of my life. I won’t.” He closed the space between them, reaching for her hand and finding courage in how she interlocked their fingers. “When I kissed you, I’d never felt anything like I felt in that moment, and it terrified me,” he admitted. “More than spiders terrify me!” That earned him a small smile, but he knew it wasn’t enough to make her believe his sincerity and let him see behind the walls she’d built up. “I’m scared of fucking this up. I’m scared of not fucking it up. But I’m more afraid of never knowing what could be.”

She averted her gaze, looking down at her feet. “What happens when that fear overwhelms you? I’ll be the one left brokenhearted and looking like a fool.”

“I can’t promise you that I won’t mess up. We both know I probably will,” he said, already sounding remorseful about something he had yet to do. “What if you decide this rodeo isn’t for you?” he asked, the mischievous gleam in his eye, “and you decide to leave me hanging?” 

She rolled her eyes, chuckling lightly. 

He was a confident man, but airing the possibility put him in a mental tailspin. It could happen. Maybe she was her mother’s daughter, and he was as emotionally damaged as the men her mother tried and failed to fix. It sobered him, and his confidence dropped like lead in his stomach. But he was stubborn, too. He wouldn’t let the possibility of a bruised ego stop him from going for what he wanted, and he wanted her. 

“You told Fanboy you were tired of people hiding behind insecurities, afraid of being judged,” he quoted, “so stop being afraid, take your own advice. Take a chance on me,” he implored, a gentle finger under her chin to raise her head to face each other once more. “All I’m asking for is a chance, hell, one date. One real date, and I promise I’ll do my best to write us a fairytale ending.”

He looked like a Prince, with a charming smile and dazzling, sweet words, but what if he were the villain in disguise? She’d fallen for it before. Sky-high spires of doubt cast shadows on his promises, but as she searched his chartreuse eyes, she saw his unwavering conviction.  

“You just want to be the Prince of Roloville, don’t you?” she teased.

Jake’s smile beamed for a moment before he looked deadly serious. “Absolutely not,” he winked, mischievous grin returning, “I want to be King.” It wasn’t until she blurred in his vision he realized he’d leaned in. 

She felt his breath mix with her own, and timidly he pressed his lips to her. The shy hesitation was another new way to experience him, and she smiled into the kiss, slipping a hand around his neck to pull him in deeper. 

Ryleigh breathed her confidence into him, and as she swept her tongue over his bottom lip, assurance surged through him. He felt it again, the same feeling the first time he kissed her, giddy anxiousness but there was feverish contentment this time. 

“Can we go get ice cream now?” Maddie whined from not too far away. 

Laughing, they broke apart, turning to see all the women huddled around the backdoor, some with their hands covering the kids’ mouths.

“Absolutely,” Julia answered, smiling at her brother, “and Uncle Jake is buying.”

“Yes, I am,” Jake agreed, turning back to kiss Ryleigh again. He hadn’t had his fill yet.

She kissed him but pushed a hand against his chest after too short a moment. “It had better be a damn good date, Seresin.” 

“That reminds me,” he teased, “back at the cabin, I said we could skip to date five, so how many exactly before…” 

She laughed - oh, this was going to be fun, even if it didn’t work out. “That depends on how good the dates are.”

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Adam Grundy’s Top Albums of 2023

2023 was absolutely S-T-A-C-K-E-D from top to bottom with some incredible music from so many talented artists. Below is a collection of my favorite albums (which include several EPs, for the first time on my year-end list, because I adored them so much), a separate call out for EPs, a playlist of my favorite songs, the best concerts I attended, my favorite books I read during the year, as well as my favorite interviews I conducted. Also, be sure to check out my favorite movies and TV shows that kept my attention in 2023. I wish all of you a very happy New Year, and I’m thrilled to spend another year with everyone on this site and in the forums. My Top Albums of 2023 * Ratboys – The Window * The Maine – The Maine * M.A.G.S. – Destroyer * Foo Fighters – But Here We Are * The Menzingers – Some Of It Was True * Koyo – Would You Miss It? * Fall Out Boy – So Much (For) Stardust * Chase Tremaine – Accidental Days * Zach Bryan – Zach Bryan * The Gaslight Anthem – History Books * Olivia Rodrigo – GUTS * Taking Back Sunday – 152 * Yellowcard – Childhood Eyes (EP) * Thrice – The Artist In The Ambulance (Revisited) * The Struts – Pretty Vicious * The Japanese House – In The End It Always Does * Arrows In Action – Built To Last * Blink-182 – One More Time * AJR – The Maybe Man * Boys Like Girls – Sunday At Foxwoods * Sarah and the Safe Word – The Book of Broken Glass * Broadside – Hotel Bleu * Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit – Weathervanes * Record Heat – Welcome To Record Heat Country * PONY – Velveteen * Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness – Tilt At The Wind No More * Paramore – This Is Why * STMNTS – Tendencies (EP) * Boygenius – The Record * Greta Van Fleet – Starcatcher * Story of the Year – Tear Me To Pieces * Gorillaz – Cracker Island * Spiritbox – The Fear of Fear (EP) * Have Mercy – Numb * Bully – Lucky For You * Out of Service – Reflections and Refractions: Vol. 1 * Charlotte Sands – Good Now (EP) * Silent Planet – Superbloom * The National – First Two Pages of Frankenstein * Babyfang – In The Face Of (EP) * Cal Stamp – Leather (EP) * PVRIS – Evergreen * Anberlin – Convinced (EP) * Cold War Kids – Cold War Kids * The Rocket Summer – Shadowkasters * Vacationer – Cherish * The Aces – I’ve Loved You For So Long * White Reaper – Asking For A Ride * Post Malone – Austin * The Bouncing Souls – Ten Stories High My Favorite EPs of 2023 * Yellowcard – Childhood Eyes * STMNTS – Tendencies * Spiritbox – The Fear of Fear * Charlotte Sands – Good Now * Babyfang – In The Face Of * Cal Stamp – Leather * Anberlin – Convinced * Hawthorne Heights – Lost Lights * Arcane Ghosts – Distant Youth * Texas King – Capsize * Bad Suns – Infinte Joy * Nicotine Dolls – How Do You Love Me * Zach Bryan – Boys of Faith * MS MR – Saturn Return * Soccer Mommy – Karaoke Night * Boygenius – The Rest * Taylor Acorn – Certified Depressant * Better Lovers – God Made Me An Animal * Bad Luck. – Books On Tape * Palette Knife – DLC Pack 01 My Favorite Songs of 2023 * Olivia Rodrigo – “Vampire” * The Menzingers – “Come On Heartache” * Lily Meola – “Without You” * The Maine – “Blame” * Blink-182 – “One More Time” * Ratboys – “Morning Zoo” * Billie Eilish – “What Was I Made For?” * Zach Bryan ft. Kacey Muysgraves – “I Remember Everything” * PHNTMS ft. April Rose Gabrielli – “Lost On Your Love” * Spiritbox – “Jaded” * Chase Tremaine – “Settled in the Unsettled” * Boys Like Girls – “Blood and Sugar” * Fall Out Boy – “Heartbreak Feels So Good” * Record Heat – “Run” * Cal Stamp – “Radio is Dead” * Koyo – “Life’s a Pill” * Sarah and the Safe Word – “Sky On Fire” * Hawthorne Heights ft. Emo Orchestra – “The Storm” * The Maine – “How To Exit A Room” * Taking Back Sunday – “S’old” My Favorite Concerts I Attended in 2023 * The Maine – Sweet 16 Tour @ The Fillmore (Silver Spring, MD) * Silverstein – This is How The Wind Shifts Anniversary Tour @ The Fillmore (Silver Spring, MD) * Cal Stamp @ Pie… https://chorus.fm/blog/adam-grundys-top-albums-of-2023/

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More being of Caroline being an absolute sugar mommy pls - 🎁

You watch as the last package is placed on the mountain of boxes in your living room; stacked as neatly as possible to get them all to fit in the small space. Your boss tips the delivery crew on their way out, turning on her heels to face you with a triumphant smile.

"Whew! I believe that's the last of them! Shame those poor folks had to walk up all those stairs, but it was for the greater good. Are you happy, Y/n?

You can't respond; just - staring at all of the things Ms. Caroline Hart bought for you without your knowledge. When she dragged you along with her for one of her shopping sprees and asked for your input, you never expected this was the reasoning behind it. For Caroline, it was the only outcome of the scenario. She had to repay you for all those times you've driven her around and had to wait outside in the heat. She'd take you everywhere if certain people weren't such prudes about her bringing her chauffeur with her. They'd face her wraith soon enough, so there wasn't much issue.

Caroline waltzes to your side. "Well it's time to get things unpacked. I wouldn't take out the bigger things since I'm this close to closing a deal on that apartment closer to my house. I'll let you know how it goes, but for now.."

She trails off as she lifts a card from her bra. She slips the credit card into your pants pocket, hand lingering on your thigh for a beat before she pulls away.

"Get yourself something nice for dinner. See you later, sweetheart."

Caroline blows you a kiss as she exits your home, slamming the door on the way out.