#nicholas chavez fic

[jaylalolz]

❛ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

BESTFRIEND!reader x BESTFRIEND!nicholas 𝜗𝜚

SUMMARY, nicholas can’t keep his hands off his best-friend.

WARNINGS, smuttyyyy

A/N, have fun reading, angels. 💋

He sits up between her spread legs and runs his two fingers up her slit. She jumped when he passed by the collection of nerves at the top.

"You’re so wet for someone you call your best-friend" He whispered, peering up at my eyes.

He proceeded to very gently move his two fingers up and down, and she responded with a deep gasp. Every light touch made her thighs tremble, and it was driving her insane. He was practically torturing himself by running his fingers over her.

She complained and thrust her hips upward, but he quickly pushed them back down to the mattress and used his firm grip to pin them there. "I know my princess we're getting there." He mocked her desire for him to give her a more intense touch. "I need you to be good and stay still for me."

She tried to remain motionless as he requested, but her chest rose and fell with each deep breath. He drags her two fingers down again and then abruptly slides them all the way inside her. She lets out a gasp, taken aback by how quickly it happened. His two long fingers were shoved all the way within her, and she gripped around them.

She expected him to begin pumping them in and out, but instead he removed them entirely and brought his now-wet fingertips up to her clit. He began carefully circling the bundle of nerves right away. She opened her mouth, taking a strong breath in instead of out. His locks dangled over his forehead as his eyes shot up to her to see her reaction.

Her legs collided with his heated breath before her mind could register what was about to happen. She realized it would leave a mark as his hands abruptly curled around her thighs and pried them even farther apart, the points of his fingers jabbing into her flesh.

Her gut jerked and her entire body arched as his tongue went up her center. He pressed his mouth against her tightly and rolled his tongue straight to the collection of nerves before she could even begin to register the strange sensation of his sharp tongue traveling up her slit.

"Fu-" her breathing interrupted the delicate action before she could even finish her swearing as her back arched off the bed. Without holding back, he went straight into her clit with a wonderful rhythmic roll of his tongue. Her wrists shook in the cuffs over my head, and her eyelids pinched shut.

He placed her legs over his shoulders, reaching lower and squeezing a firm grasp around her outer thighs and hip bones. With a deep inhale through his nostrils, he caressed her with his tongue, sending a surge of ecstasy up her neck and into her veins. Her legs are spread across his long back as she chokes on her groan and tosses her head back into the cushion.

She felt a jolt in her stomach as he moans at her center. She quickly exhaled and stretched, but his firm hold held her body motionless. His grasp would only get firmer and his clutch would bury her deeper into the bedding every time she moved her hips automatically.

"Nick fuck-" she cried out while her legs shook.

"Does that feel good, pretty girl ?" He rasps into the blazing air, massaging her clit and fingering her at the same time. she nods

Her entire body was tense; she couldn't continue in this state for very long. She yelled his muffled name, "Cum for your best-friend, give it to me," and then it abruptly stopped her in her tracks. The whole trembling, hunching over, breathing stopped.

Her head tossed back, suddenly realizing that the brief three-second stop was the climactic release between her legs. It was amazing how overwhelming it was. At the height of her climax, her body remained flexed, but everything else in her stopped.

“Fuck we have to do this more often, baby”

[luvaaikoo]

𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, nicholas alexander chavez

pairing - nicholas chavez & latina!reader (but anyone can read)

nicholas has a thing for his girlfriend being all done up and pampered.

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"they're pretty," nicholas told the girl, staring down at his lap while lightly wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.

he involuntarily let out a shaky breath as he lifted his gaze up to stare at her through the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. she had been out all morning treating herself to a maintenance day. just earlier that week, she'd been signed to one of the top los angeles management agencies. that deserves celebration, right?

her lashes were freshly done, the pretty fans creating a dark, cat-eye shape to her upturned eyes.

her skin seemed to glow more than usual as per the european facial she had scheduled for herself last minute, and her eyebrows were shaped and clean threaded.

but nicholas couldn't help himself but hyper-fixate on her nails.

"oh yeah?" she asked him quietly, a soft smirk growing on her face as she hovered over him.

looking down at his lap again, he let a deep sigh leave his throat.

her sets always matched her toes. something he adored a little too much. this time, she went with a classic french manicure. square shape and all. maybe it was just his eyes growing glassy but nicholas could've sworn he saw her nails sparkle as her grip tightened on his dick.

her hands were so soft compared to his hardened self. as her thumb swiped over his head with a feather-like touch, he lulled his head back slightly while nodding his head, leaning back onto his elbows.

"mhm," he groaned.

she adjusted herself, settling onto his lap with the insides of her thighs up against the sides of his hips. a clear drop of precum dripped down her fingers, complimenting the glossiness of her nail polish. "thank you for paying for them," she whispered.

nicholas lifted his head up slightly, letting his teeth gently naw on the inside of his lips.

"y'dont have to thank me baby, you know that."

his voice sounded hoarse, barely above a whisper, as he struggled to maintain a leveled tone.

"but i want to," the girl leaned down to press her lips softly against his, feeling him twitch as her hand moved up and down.

he moaned quietly into her mouth, letting his eyes flutter close while shaking his head. "you don't have to," he mumbled against her gloss covered lips, bringing a hand up to grip the fat of her ass for some type of stability.

she pulled back a little bit, looking back as he pulled on the ruffled hem of her shorts. "pretty girl," he muttered, bucking his up softly up into the palm of her hand as he felt himself getting closer.

her hand moved quicker, making him bite down on his bottom lip and let out a quiet "fuck," his leg shaking enough to make the girl on his lap bounce up and down slightly. cum flowed down her tanned hand, coating the diamond tennis bracelet she wore and matching ring.

leaning forward, she gave him a wet kiss, temporarily quieting down his loud breathing pattern. before she could pull away, his hand snaked up to the back of her head, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss, giving her a silent thank you that he would never even try to say out loud.

fin.

[makorragal-312]

So...I may have started a multi chapter Sprina fix-it fic. And it may be following the current timeline post-Paris.

Feel free to read if you're interested! :)

[slut4nicholas]

dating nicholas alexander chavez would include…

lots and lots of cuddles

after a long and exhausting day on set, he would eagerly come home, looking forward to seeing you, embracing you, and making you feel safe and comfortable with his affectionate kisses and warm embraces.

face time calls

through out his day he would call up just to check in on you and fill you in about how his day was going and making sure you're okay especially when he's not in town

movie marathons

it's so heartwarming to see how much nicholas enjoys watching movies and finding inspiration from them, especially those featuring his favorite actors. it's lovely that he makes time to relax and enjoy some quality time with you, even if it's just a quiet evening in, ordering food and watching a movie together.

“baby look at this part you can’t miss it it’s so good”

pet names

he is an incredibly loving and caring boyfriend. the way he uses endearing names for you makes you feel so loved and gives you butterflies every time. It's heartwarming for him to see how much these little gestures mean to you, especially with the variety of names he uses throughout the week. It's clear to him that those moments are truly special to you some of his favorites are

doll

baby

lover

sweetie

darling

pda (public display of affection)

nicholas shows everyone how much he cares about you by sharing photos of your time together on Instagram, holding your hand in public, and being affectionate with you. he likes to show the world that you are together by giving you random kisses and standing behind you like your personal bodyguard

trips

you both have a shared passion for exploring the world, which is one of his favorite things to do when he has some time off from his hectic schedule. despite being booked and busy, he enjoys taking you out of the country to discover new places. seeing your smile and experiencing new cultures together warms his heart, knowing that he's bringing you joy and creating lasting memories together.

cooking together

even when you enjoy being the chef of the house and in the relationship, nicholas will always be there by your side, assisting you with chopping vegetables or handing you the seasonings. sometimes, when the weather is nice, he takes charge of the grill while you prepare the side dishes in the kitchen. afterwards, you both share some drinks and enjoy the meal that you created together.

spoiling you

nicholas enjoys taking you shopping or picking up things for you and bringing them home, which was initially a pleasant surprise. however, as it has become a daily occurrence, you've grown accustomed to it. he brings you various items, such as jewelry, roses, or your favorite snacks. uou've mentioned to him that it's not necessary for the gifts to be expensive, as it's the thought behind them that truly matters.

sex sex sex

oh boy, every morning, every day, every night when he’s not in town it’s over the phone. pictures here and there teasing him while he’s at work to the point where he has to excuse himself from whatever he’s doing to head to the car or the bathroom to get himself off. anywhere in the house the bathroom, the shower, the living room, the kitchen, the dining room table, the floor, the bed, outside, the patio area, or in the car no matter where you two are when he craves you he wants you right there and of course, you say yes as you love to please him. you two are in love there’s definitely no denying that.

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hi!! i hope you like this little fic i wrote i will be writing a longer one soon don’t worry xx

remember feel free to ask or submit any requests

[lotusunique]

YALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!

WHITE BOY OF THE MONTHHHH

So I’m writing a fic about Nicholas Chavez. Any ideas?

[strcwbrryklss]

୨୧﹕ mustang .ᐟ oneshot

pairing ; au!nicholas chavez x fem!reader contains ; 80s alternate universe , slight smut ( makeout , undressing ) , enemies to lovers , getting caught. a/n ; this is based off of the aesthetic and time period of the ‘monsters’ show, but it is NOT based off of the menendez brothers. it is also based on ‘challengers’, specifically the tennis scenes. nicholas is a rich kid in the 1980s in this fic. summary ; after a competitive tennis match between y/n and nicholas, they decide to let their anger out in another way.

A TIE BREAKER is the last thing y/n needed for this match, and she could tell nicholas was furious too, swaying from side to side with his eyebrows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead slowly after a long game. it didn’t help that it was in the middle of a heatwave, and y/n’s legs had rubbed together so much that a chafing rash had began to form on her inner thighs. with every movement there was a burning sensation, but at this point she didn’t care — she wanted to make a point to nicholas, that she was better than him. she wanted to humble this rich boy so much, that looking at her in public would anger him.

so, pushing through the pain, y/n got into position and held the tennis ball against her racket, before looking nicholas in the eyes, unafraid of his intense gaze. and without a second thought, she threw the ball up into the air and hit it towards him.

with every grunt and hit of the ball from nicholas, y/n’s heartbeat raced. his muscles glistened in the sunlight as sweat drenched them. it was attractive, sure, but he wasn’t attractive. y/n could never imagine being attracted to him. the spoiled momma’s boy? no fucking way. it only fuelled her need to succeed, to show him who’s boss. so, as soon as she saw the chance, y/n hit the ball as hard as she could to the other side of the net, and without fail the ball bounced just before the baseline before bouncing once again out of the court.

nicholas just watched as he lost — he knew it would’ve been impossible to save himself from that.

as y/n and half of the audience cheered, nick agitatedly rubbed his temples with his left hand, trying to compose himself. this was until he shouted a loud “FUCK!” as he threw his racket on the ground.

y/n laughed at his outburst as they both walked up to the net, “is someone mad?”.

nicholas didn’t answer, putting his hand out for a short handshake. but, instead of letting go, he grabbed y/n’s hand tighter and pulled her in slightly, his eyes locked on hers. nick muttered under his breath, loud enough for only her to hear, “you’re fucking dead to me”, before pushing her hand away and walking off.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows. for some reason she felt hurt? it’s not that she liked him, or wanted him to like her. but that was just… mean.

after packing her things and thanking people for congratulating her, y/n began to leave the small stadium with her tennis bag slung over her shoulder. she walked into the parking lot, making her way towards her car and shoving her bag into the trunk before spotting another car — and she knew exactly who’s it was. the red 1965 ford mustang parked next to the lamppost, two rows from her car was obviously nicholas’.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows. wondering why he was still here, she decided to walk towards the car.

it seemed like nicholas didn’t realise she was walking up to his driver’s side window since he was looking down, eyes closed as he rubbed his temples in annoyance. the girl stood there for a while, pondering on how to get his attention before clearing her throat.

nicholas flinched before looking up at the girl who just beat him, her face in an awkward expression, “so..”

“no” he cut her off immediately, “fuck off”

y/n was taken aback by his rude remark before responding, “okay, no. stop acting like a fucking child”

“being annoyed about losing is acting like a child?” nick scoffed, opening his car door.

the girl moved to the side so he could get out, her arms folding as she leaned against the expensive car, “yeah, it is”

after he got out of the car, he crossed his arms, mimicking her. she had to look up to him now, as he towered over her with an annoyed smirk on his face, “it’s not my fault you’re a bitch”

“it’s not my fault you’re a sore loser” she retaliates, causing him to take a few small steps closer to her. y/n had to look even further up at him, actually seeing his face now as he blocked the sun with his head. the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat filled her lungs, which was strangely attractive to her.

nicholas spoke in a much softer, yet condescending tone than before, “sore loser, huh?”

“sore.” y/n got in his face, “loser.”

the two sat in the tension for a minute, just inches away from each other’s faces. nicholas inhaled her exhale, and she did the same with him. their eyebrows remained furrowed as they looked into each other’s eyes, filled with hate. you couldn’t tell if he was about to punch her, or kiss her.

that was until the tension broke as they both rushed to smack their lips together in a sloppy yet passionate kiss. nicholas wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist, roughly grasping her, as she moved her hands to his neck — one hand ran through his hair as the other dug her nails into his neck, causing him to let out a grunt, kissing her even rougher.

nicholas removed one of his hands from her body, reaching behind her for the door handle and opening the car door. they both swiftly got into the backseat of the car and slammed the door shut behind them, never breaking the kiss.

he then started placing sloppy kisses along her cheek and down her neck, letting y/n catch her breath as she reached for his biceps. she grabbed his muscles, getting flashbacks from when she observed them on the court.

abruptly, nick moved his hands from her waist to her thighs and pulled her in closer, placing himself in between her legs, causing y/n to let out a gasp. nicholas looked up at her, giving a playful smile which she returned before sharing another rough passionate kiss.

as he moved his hand up her tennis skirt, he lightly grazed his fingertips along her upper thighs. y/n’s body shivered at his touch before a sudden, loud knock on the window interrupted them both.

ah shit.

[starboye]

Kinktober 2024 Full List

Week 1:

October 1st- Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

October 2nd- Rafe Cameron disciplining male reader because you were acting all bratty at one of his parties

October 3rd- Drew Starkey making male reader his bitch and dominating him after having a hard day

October 4th- Nate Jacobs choking male reader while fucking him

October 5th- Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant

October 6th- Gojo Saturo and male reader role playing you as the damsel in distress and gojo saving you and dicking you down as a prize

October 7th- Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

Week 2:

October 8th- Matt Sturniolo having a praise kink and top!male reader using that to your advantage throughout sex

October 9th- Tom Holland edging male reader so much

October 10th- Chris Sturniolo fucking you till your an incoherent mess in front of a mirror

October 11th- Perter Parker orgasm denial from top!male reader

October 12th- remy gets jealous for whatever reason and he makes you watch him jack off and you can't touch him. You just have to sit in front of him and watch him and when he finishes he makes you swallow all of it

October 13th- rough smut with Nicholas Alexander Chavez, maybe some guy tries flirting with reader and Nicholas gets pissed and rough fucks reader, maybe some daddy kink

October 14th-Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader😭

Week 3:

October 15th- bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

October 16th- helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

October 17th- cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

October 18th- Professor Miguel O’Hara and his student-boyfriend meeting up after class. Why, you ask? Well, the professor’s got a meeting. He’s gotta head home and take a shower. But a shower means washing away his glorious, glorious sweat and musk. He doesn’t want to deprive his good little slut of his favorite things in the world, so tells his boy to give him a tongue bath before his real one.

October 19th- Vinnie fic where Vinnie is the bottom for once

October 20th- Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

October 21st- Dom top Penn Bagley and a Dom top Beau mirchoff and younger 18 year old sub bottom femboy male reader

Week 4:

October 22nd- Ross after a very long concert goes home and has to deal with reader being bratty so he shuts him up by face fucking him

October 23rd- soft dom soap x sub male reader where reader tries to be bratty to push soap but soap just treats him kindly like “oh you poor thing have I been neglecting you?” But like not in a mocking way and reader breaks kinda quickly and is good for soap enter babbling reader while soap coos praises

October 24th- big dick Dom top Felix versatile sub male reader and sub bottom Oliver

October 25th- Hiram Lodge and stepson chubby femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and Rita's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

October 26th- Logan Howlett rough fucking his ftm boyfriend and breeding him

October 27th- sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

October 28th- X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year oldbottom femboy male reader loves that magneto so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles does magneto poses you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magnet o moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto pics reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of c** and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding Kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

Week 5:

October 29th- Step brother Tyler Lawrence Gray rough fucks his big bubble but step brother and cums in him

October 30th- rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

October 31st- James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

[angelfilms]

getting very impatient waiting for the nicholas chavez fics to start…

im literally begging🙏

[jaylalolz]

❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜ p2. . . charlie mayhew

INNOCENT!reader x PRIEST!charlie 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

PART 1

SUMMARY, after ignoring charlie for a week after the incident, he finally gets her close in the bathroom.

A/N, sorry i took way too long to make a p2. if you want a p3, leave some recommendations of what i should do for that part in my inbox bc i have no idea how to keep it going 😂 anyways, have fun reading, angels. 🪽🪽

WARNINGS, smuttyyyyy

Charlie had noticed the change immediately after their last conversation—the one where Maddy had admitted, with a tremble in her voice, that she had thought about him in ways she knew weren’t right. He had been shocked, then flattered, and finally, filled with guilt after everything. But what troubled him the most was her absence.

For a whole week, Maddy hadn’t spoken to him. She didn’t show up at mass, didn’t linger after church like she usually did. Every time he tried to reach out, she brushed him off with curt messages or avoided him entirely. She wasn’t just distant—she was actively ignoring him.

At first, Charlie tried to give her space, assuming that she needed time to process what had happened between them. But as the days passed, his concern grew. The gnawing guilt inside him—the feeling that maybe he had crossed a line, that maybe he had hurt her more than he realized—began to fester.

It wasn’t until late one evening, after most of the congregation had already left, that Charlie spotted her. Maddy, rushing down the hallway, her face flushed, disappeared into the restroom. The church was quiet, the echoes of footsteps fading, and Charlie hesitated for a moment before following her.

He knocked softly on the bathroom door. “Maddy?”

There was no response, but he heard a faint sniffle, the kind that comes after holding back tears for too long. Charlie’s heart clenched. He hesitated, not wanting to invade her space, but the sound of her pain pushed him forward.

“Maddy, please talk to me,” he said gently. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, but I can’t help you if you shut me out.”

There was a long pause, and then the door cracked open. Maddy stood there, her eyes red and puffy, but there was something hardened in her expression. She looked exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally.

“Why do you care so much, Charlie?” she asked, her voice thick with frustration and hurt. “I’m trying to keep my distance, like I’m supposed to. Isn’t that what you want?”

Charlie frowned, stepping closer. “What I want is to understand why you’ve been avoiding me. After everything we talked about, I thought we could work through this together, but you’ve been shutting me out completely.”

Maddy let out a bitter laugh, wiping at her eyes. “Work through this? Charlie, you don’t get it. I’m embarrassed. I told you something I never should have said, something unholy, we did something for which I will never be forgiven. And every time I look at you, I see the judgment in your eyes.”

Charlie’s breath caught in his throat, realizing the depth of her shame. “Maddy, no,” he said, stepping toward her, his voice softening. “There’s no judgment. I promise you that.”

“Then why does it feel like there’s a wall between us now?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Why did it feel like I crossed a line that I can’t uncross?”

Charlie closed his eyes, fighting the turmoil in his chest. He had wrestled with his own guilt all week, and now hearing hers, it was clear they were both lost in their own pain. He opened his eyes and met hers, his gaze steady.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said softly. “What you told me… it was honest. I do not regret what we did together, i am not ashamed of it.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for any hint of dishonesty. When she didn’t find it, she exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

“So, why does it matter so much, Charlie? Why did we both make it feel like the end of the world?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie ran a hand through his hair, taking a breath. “Because it’s hard, Maddy. It’s hard to admit that something’s there, something we both feel but can’t have. It’s hard because I want to help you through this, but I also… I’m fighting the same thoughts, the same distractions.” His confession hung in the air between them, heavy and real.

Maddy’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “You mean…?”

Charlie nodded, looking down. “I’m not immune to this. But I’m trying to stay strong for both of us. And ignoring me won’t make it go away. We have to figure out how to deal with this together.”

Maddy wiped at her eyes again, this time with less urgency, as if the weight of their shared secret had lightened slightly. “I don’t know how to make it stop,” she admitted, her voice small.

“Neither do I,” Charlie said quietly. “But I can help you, Angel.”

He stepped closer to her, trapping her exit from the restroom. His fingers interlocks with her hair as he pulls a strand behind her ear and grabbed her face and pulled her closer. “Tell me you don’t regret it, please” he says eagerly as he places his forehead on hers.

“Just Let me worship you”

Her head spins from the thousands of negative possibilities but her body just wants to surrender to him.

Without kissing her, he trailed his lips up her curve and exhaled till the heat tingled sensuously across her delicate skin. She closed her eyes, sensing his hands running up her sides over her white button-up blouse. He clasped his hands over the cloth, tracing a line up her hips and down the sides of her chest before finishing at the collar of the weightless material.

He made two hard fists out of the blouse collar and tore it open causing her to gasp in shock as the shirt split open to reveal her white lacy bra.

He turned to face her and grabbed her hips once again, the moment the door was locked. Before her thoughts could register, his lips dropped hungrily to her neck and her back collided with the wall. He brushed his teeth on her flesh right away, pressing his body against her while groaning.

Her hands instinctively gripped his hips, tossing her head to one side. They kissed for a long time, his sensual lips breathing heavily into her neck in between, making her eyes drift close. He thrust forward, bringing his hips to meet hers, offering whatever kind of pleasure he could. Her hands clenched around his hips over his pants, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.His hands trailed down her nude thighs, extending to her behind to seize it above the dress. He pulls her hips against his harder.

"I can't wait to take this dress off you." He graveled.

His words cause her core to ache and she arched her back further off the wall to feel his body against her even more. He takes the motion and decides to just pick her up instead. His hand reaches behind her thighs, where he raises her and surrounds her weak legs around his hips. Her back against the wall as their hips collided, she took a deep breath at the abrupt change.Now at eye level with her, he planted a kiss on her jaw and positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him in place. She felt weak as a result of his forceful hip thrust between her legs.

She dug her hands into his hair and let out a cry through a pant. When she pulled it, he gave a grunt. He clamped down harder on her neck, and in response, she let out an uncontrollable whine.

He tightly clamped his teeth into a single area, creating such strong suction that she was certain it would leave a mark. She almost lost consciousness when she separated her lips in response to her aggressive action, arching her back. Feeling him rough on the pale skin, she reflexively jerked her hand to the back of his head. She got mild pain spikes with it, but other than that, it was enjoyable.

She pulled at the roots above his neck, and he whispered into her neck. She knew immediately that he enjoyed it when she yanked his hair. His moan provided the necessary stimulation between her legs. He drags out every motion so that she begs him to keep going.

With her bra and panties on, she arched her back, feeling the tight fit of his jeans pressing on her inner part. she could feel how hard he was becoming quickly, he was absolutely bottled up in those tight jeans. Suddenly, he sets her down on her two feet and goes on his knees. He lanced down at her stomach, licking his lower lip with his tongue before lowering his head to give her abdomen a moist kiss. Her whole body trembled at the light touch.

He reached her panties and raised his head, gazing up into her eyes all the way up her body. Grabbing the edges of her lace panties, he sits up between her legs and pulls it up off her hips and down her thighs right away. She tensed slightly as he took off the final piece of material covering her body. She raised her legs into the air and he pulled the thin material away from her ankles.

He tossed the last piece of clothing to the floor, leaving her completely vulnerable. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet. we don’t want anyone to hear you”

Just by feeling his tongue running up her center, her stomach lurched and her entire body flexed. He forced his mouth against her tightly and rolled his tongue straight to the cluster of nerves before she could even begin to grasp the strange sensation of his sharp tongue sliding up her slit. "Charlie-" her back curved off the wall before she could even complete her statement.

Without holding back, he went straight into her clit with a wonderful rhythmic roll of his tongue. Her eyes narrowed as she closed them.

Her hips twitched with the intensity of this wild new feeling right away. "Charlie, oh my god," she said, rolling her eyes inside her head. He maintained a death grip on her thighs, keeping them forced open to give him complete access to enjoy her in any way he pleased. She was unable to regulate her sensitivity, and it would make her body twitch.

His wet tongue rolled in the perfect place at different rhythms and at a steady pace, making her experience things She have never felt in her entire life. He just started, and she was unable to catch her breath.Her hands would be death grasping his thick hair right now if she could control them.

He placed her legs over his shoulders, reaching lower and squeezing a firm grasp around her outer thighs and hip bones. With a deep inhale through his nose, he caressed her with his tongue, sending a surge of ecstasy up her neck and into her veins. With a moan, she chokes and throws back her head, putting her legs across his long back.

She wasn't prepared for the kind of pleasure he gave her when he slid his lengthy tongue inside of her and ran it down. He was an expert at what he was doing and was doing it very well. Then the knot in her stomach turned to give her trembling thighs. Before returning to her clit, which she could now feel pulsating, he slid his tongue in and out of her a few times. The pressure burning inside of her intensified as soon as he made touch with it once more.

She flinches and draws in a short breath as he flicks the tip of his tongue up and down on the bundle of nerves. "I need it so bad.. charlie..." She could not be silent in the room; she was a mess of heavy pants. She was unable to stop herself from breathing heavily and was always accompanied by whimpers and whines that were concealed in the back of her throat.

He looks down between them, his ring and middle fingers digging deep into her. He instantly coiled and shoved them at the same moment, making her gasp. She was taken aback by the furious action. He was panting as well, so she arched her back and let out a whimper into the thick air. The two fingers he didn't have rings on, his fingers rocked into her mercilessly.

She let out a cry, tightly clenching her eyelids and contorting her hips. He coiled up and compressed his fingers, striking a sensitive area within her which she had no idea contained so many nerve endings."You're so fucking tight-" In his deep voice, he whispered.

Her legs trembled as she yelled out, “please." "Does that feel good?" He rasps into the burning air while simultaneously caressing her clit with his fingers. Shutting her eyes tightly, she gave a nod. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst; there were no words to express the feelings she was experiencing.

"Do you feel that knot in your stomach, Angel?" He whispered, reading her thoughts.

She groaned and nodded once more, her chest heaving in a need for breath. "Use your words." More forcefully, he remarks, It was so difficult to focus on anything other than the euphoric rush coursing through her blood. “Y-yes." was her stutter.

"I'm adding a third." Before striking a third finger into her, he muttered. She let out a gasp as he pushed past the line, his third finger descending in unison with the other two. She let out a cry, her back automatically arching off the wall.

"Oh my god!" The pressure between her hips immediately increased as the third finger was thrust in, causing her to cry. her body came out in another sweat, her hips suddenly having a mind of their own when they bucked.

He glanced up at her face, saw how shaken she was getting, her legs trembling with her inability to remain silent. He pulled his hand away from her clit and instead brought it up to cover her lips because she was extremely loud. When the build started to get more tense, he began to shove his three fingers deep into her.

"Everyone is right next door." He smirks.

"You can yell into my hand."

With her eyes squeezed shut, she yelled into his big palm that was placed across her mouth. Her back continued to arch off the wall as the condition grew progressively deeper. She felt as though she were on a cloud and was at a loss for words regarding what was occurring to her body.

"Cum for me baby-" He encouraged, drawing his eyes into hers. He knew she was close.

She whimpered into his fingers, her body's gears shifting like a moving train. Her thighs trembled as though she was freezing, her stomach was drawn in, and her chest pumped fiercely. She kept screaming into his palm at the crushing strain that was killing her, and his fingers kept jamming into the same area.

Her entire body was tight; she was too weak to continue in this state for very long. She let out his muffled name in a scream and then abruptly stopped moving. Everything—shaking, arching, breathing—stopped abruptly.

She undid herself on his fingers. She moans at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls away. He puts a kiss on her forehead and adds, "I knew you would be such a good girl for me." She was still trembling from what had happened, so he gently placed her clothing and underwear on her.

She slid to the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks. The shame she felt was suffocating, wrapping itself around her until she could barely breathe.

“Maddy,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice broken. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know why i’m crying”

Charlie was kneeling beside her before she could finish, his hands gentle as he reached for her. “Maddy, stop,” he murmured. “You don’t have to apologize”

She shook her head, tears still spilling down her cheeks. “It feels wrong, Charlie. All of this. I feel guilty for even wanting this.”

Charlie sighed, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. “I know. I feel it too. But guilt isn’t going to help either of us right now. We need to be honest with ourselves about what’s happening, and we need to figure out how to move forward.”

Charlie’s thumb gently wiped away one of her tears, his touch comforting but careful.

Maddy closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, even though part of her knew they shouldn’t be this close. But in this moment, she needed the comfort, the reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this guilt. That they would find a way through it, together.

[spermeboy]

omg, Nicholas Alexander Chavez is so hot.

I need fics of him IMMEDIATELY!!!

[luvaaikoo]

𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺,

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦, i. high maintenance

more coming soon

[murdrdocs]

IK GROTESQUERIE IS GROSS AND I HATE RYAN MURPHY BUT PLEASE. NICHOLAS ALEXANDER CHAVEZ IS SO HOT AS A PRIEST AND YOU COULD BE THE FIRST PERSON TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT HIM IF YOU WANT TO OFC BUT JUST WATCH THE 2ND EPISODE AND YOU CAN STOP AFTER THE WHIPPING PART 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

i watched edits last night and decided i will push through 🙂‍↕️ i just mute and cover the screen whenever they go to a new crime scene 😁😁

[yelenaslightchangeofplan]

Fic Title: I Am Not a Monster

Current Chapter Count: 64

Current Word Count: 180k

Last Update: September 30th

Next Update: October 7th

Summary: What do a scrappy teen, a powerful being capable of spontaneous creation, and a 300-year-old witch have in common? They all need to heal from their pasts, they all need to figure out who they want to be now, and they all might just need each other.

Or: the one where Wanda and Agatha accidentally adopt America.

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Agatha Harkness, Wanda Maximoff & America Chavez, America Chavez & Agatha Harkness, America Chavez/Kamala Khan, Agatha Harkness & Nicholas Scratch, Wanda Maximoff & Nicholas Scratch, America Chavez & Nicholas Scratch

Tags: Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Gay Witch Family, Bisexual Wanda Maximoff, Lesbian Agatha Harkness

Chapter 1: Making It Up

Chapter 2: Pizza Balls at The Plaza

Chapter 3: People Like Us

Chapter 4: The Prodigal Witch Returns

Chapter 5: Ladies Who Lunch

Chapter 6: A Strange Visitor

Chapter 7: Magic Kindergarten

Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home

Chapter 9: Shut Down, Open Up

Chapter 10: Shadow Work

Chapter 11: The Sign

Chapter 12: Churros and Champagne

Chapter 13: Fatal Reaction

Chapter 14: Attached

Chapter 15: I'm Loving It

Chapter 16: The Raid

Chapter 17: Report Card

Chapter 18: (Pancake) Batter Up

Chapter 19: Surprise Times Two

Chapter 20: Dining, Drama, and Drives

Chapter 21: Braking Down

Chapter 22: Cat Out of the Bag

Chapter 23: Road Trip

Chapter 24: What's Innside

Chapter 25: Exploring

Chapter 26: The Clearing

Chapter 27: Sick Day

Chapter 28: Spoonful of Cocoa

Chapter 29: For Goodness Saké

Chapter 30: Confronting the Past

Chapter 31: If the Shoe Fits

Chapter 32: 'Til the Clock Strikes 12

Chapter 33: Let's Have a Quince

Chapter 34: No Time Like the Present

Chapter 35: A Spark in the Dark

Chapter 36: Rebel Girl

Chapter 37: Waffling Around

Chapter 38: Dyeing Inside

Chapter 39: Told You So

Chapter 40: The Talk

Chapter 41: Playing with Fire

Chapter 42: Pranks and Plans

Chapter 43: Meet the Parents

Chapter 44: The Proposal

Chapter 45: The Darkest Day

Chapter 46: Helium + Aluminium (HeAl)

Chapter 47: Welcome to New York

Chapter 48: The Past Is Yet to Come

Chapter 49: One Step Forward

Chapter 50: Consolation Prize

Chapter 51: Aftermath

Chapter 52: Love You a Brunch

Chapter 53: Nick

Chapter 54: Dancing on My Own

Chapter 55: Crying in My Prom Dress

Chapter 56: Clean

Chapter 57: Common Ground

Chapter 58: Growing Pains

Chapter 59: Burn, Baby, Burn

Chapter 60: Left Out

Chapter 61: Official

Chapter 62: Happy Accidents

Chapter 63: I Do

Chapter 64: Aim to Please

[aegonsslxt]

GIVE ME REQUESTS!!!

im begging I have so much motivation and no ideas please I'm talking any prompt and kind of request, I'll do drabbles or imagines (if you ask for a fic that's taking a week at the earliest 😖) but please I have so much motivation after falling in love with Nicholas Chavez or any timothee chalamet character ever and I need to express it!! So please don't ever ever be shy and give me requests!!!!

[slut4nicholas]

𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

hello everyone, my name is lola. i am twenty one years old and i am of puerto rican and brazilian descent. i speak spanish, portuguese, and a little bit of french! english is not my first language, so i apologize in advance if there are any grammar mistakes. thank you for your understanding!

please please please respect my ideas and work. i invest a lot of time and effort into perfecting them for everyone to enjoy

i want to assure you that english is not my first language, so please forgive any grammar errors. i will do my best to correct any mistakes I make!

im new to writing fics, so please bear with me as I get the hang of it. im not even sure if I'm doing my introduction right. I'll be writing for the one and only nicholas alexander chavez he’s so hot i just had to. if you have any ideas and suggestions, please feel free to ask. anyway, enough of my yapping.

𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

[aparticularbandit]

For Fake: Chapter Five

Summary: America lied about having a girlfriend to get her moms off her back, but when they want to meet said girlfriend, she asks her good friend Viv to step in and help.

Viv Vision/America Chavez

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

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punchesstars: merry christmas! notanandroid: Merry Christmas. punchesstars: wut r u and ur dad doing notanandroid: We plan to open presents and watch holiday movies. punchesstars: u do presents? notanandroid: Of course.  It as an essential part of the Christmas celebration. notanandroid: Last year, my father got me new notebooks for school, and I got him a new cape. notanandroid: Once, my brother got a football, even though it was not in season, and my mother got a beautiful bouquet of roses, also not in season. punchesstars: oh punchesstars: do u miss ur mom punchesstars: i miss mine

punchesstars: viv? notanandroid: No.  I do not miss my mother. punchesstars: oh

punchesstars: wut u get ur dad notanandroid: I bought him a hat. punchesstars: he wears hats????? notanandroid: No. notanandroid: I thought it would be amusing. notanandroid: I left it in his stocking. punchessstars: wut about santa notanandroid: ???? punchesstars: stockings r 4 santa notanandroid: Santa is a myth based on the person of Saint Nicholas, who died 1680 years and 17 days ago.  It is mathematically impossible for him to visit every house with a stocking in it throughout the world, unless he has access to magic.  In this case, it is likely that one of your mothers has met him.  Perhaps you should ask them if he still lives? punchesstars: uh punchesstars: ur weird notanandroid: My father wore a Santa suit at my first Christmas.  He thought Vin and I were missing something many children had.  It was pleasant. punchesstars: vin ur bro? notanandroid: Yes. notanandroid: My father wanted him to wear an elf costume. notanandroid: He refused. punchesstars: uh notanandroid: My mother also had a Santa dress.  I believe she would have been referred to as Mrs. Claus.

punchesstars: did u wear something? notanandroid: No. punchesstars: oh

notanandroid: Merry Christmas, America. punchesstars: merry christmas viv

~

Christmas at the Vision household comes and goes without much comment.

Vision pulls his hat out of his stocking and thanks Viv, corrects himself and thanks Santa, and then corrects himself again and thanks Santa Viv.  He places it on his head and gives her a smile.  She is not sure that he understands that it is a joke.

Viv reaches into her own stocking and pulls out a pair of rainbow gloves with the fingers half missing.  They are not cut off, so they must be intended to be this way.  This makes no sense.  Gloves were created to keep the hands warm, and the fingers are the part of the hands that are likely to grow the most cold, given how circulation of blood in the human body functions.  Perhaps this, too, is meant to be a joke.  She pulls the first glove on but finds that she likes the way it looks, although the stripes of Crayola red do not match the burgundy scarlet of her skin.

“Thank you, Father.”  Viv looks up, catches the expression her father wears, and corrects herself.  “Thank you, Santa Father.”

Vision grins.

Beyond that, there is not much to report.

They have their Christmas feast, although neither of them need to eat.  They watch Christmas movies, although Viv spends most of the Home Alone films commenting on how all of Kevin’s traps should actually have killed the intruders.  Before they start the second movie, they stop to discuss whether Kevin has the right to kill the intruders, given that in the first movie, his actions are technically in self-defense.  Eventually, they pause their holiday movie marathon to take the leftovers of their feast to others who need it.

They do not need to eat.  They do not need leftovers.

Her father fakes a yawn to indicate it is time for them to sleep, and Viv crawls into her bed, covers herself in blankets, and stares out at her room.  She wonders, briefly, what traditions they would have made if her mother and brother were still alive.  Maybe they might have seen an old football game, although they knew the winners, so that her brother might study the plays.

Maybe, instead, they might have seen something from Shakespeare.  Vin loved Shakespeare.  That seems more likely.  They could have discussed the choices the characters made and the word play.  That seems like something they all would have enjoyed, instead of trying to make sense of a game that leads to so much head trauma.

(Vin would have said it could not cause him head trauma.  He would have been right.)

And her mother….

Viv turns over, closes her eyes, and ends most of her processes so that her mind can defrag.  She does not need to sleep, but she does not want to remember.  It’s hard to think of her mother with her emotional core turned off.  So she does not try.

~

The next morning, Viv wakes to find her father waiting for her at their dining room table, the one that, technically speaking, they do not need.  His eyes do not move from her as she passes him, as she grabs a cup of milk from their fridge.  Again, she does not need it, but there’s something nice about the way the cold feels in her mouth, about the neutral taste it provides.  Just because food and drink are not necessary does not mean that she cannot enjoy them.  It does, however, mean that milk is often the only thing in their fridge, that the cups she uses are the only ones that need to be cleaned.

“Viv,” her father begins, “you are aware that we had plans for today.”

“I am aware that you marked the day on our shared calendar, but you have chosen not to reveal your plans to me.”  Viv sits at the dining table in the spot that is hers.  It does not matter how many years have passed, there still are and will always be spots designated for her missing mother and brother.  She does not look at those spots as she takes another sip of her milk.

“I believed that it would be better as a surprise.”

Viv blinks twice.  She turns to her father.  “You still do not wish to tell me where we are going or what we are doing?”  She meets his eyes.  “How am I to prepare for the occasion unless I know?”

Her father averts his gaze.  He clasps his hands atop their table and stares at them instead.  “I thought that it might be nice to spend time with family.”

“We do not have any family.”

Technically speaking, this is not true.  For all that Ultron, her father’s creator, might appear to be dead now, it is quite likely that he is, instead, somewhere rebuilding himself.  Her father would not wish to spend time with him.  Tony Stark is dead.  It is unlikely his living family would consider them as such.  Bruce Banner is…elsewhere, and it is quite likely that his family does not realize that he was involved in her father’s creation.  She can think of no one else.

Her father continues to avoid her gaze.  “I did.  Once.  Before you.”

Viv feels no shock.  She could – turning off her emotional core does not always prevent all of her emotions, sometimes it only suppresses them – but if she is truly honest with herself, this is, of course, the logical answer.  She is the only one at fault for not realizing it sooner.

“You mean Wanda.”

Her father finally looks up and meets her eyes.  “Yes,” he admits, “I mean Wanda.”

~

For the second time within the span of a week, Viv finds herself standing outside of the Harkness-Maximoff household.  She’s not nearly as well dressed as she was the last time around; she favors tan pants and an emerald green sweater today, with her new gloves peeking out from the too long sleeves.  Her father – well, he dresses like someone visiting his ex the day after Christmas, and the fact that he wears the joke hat Viv bought for him means that perhaps he isn’t taking this day as seriously as expected either.

Honestly, who invites their ex over for—

When Wanda opens the door, her deep green eyes land on Viv first, and that answers the question Viv hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish.  This was less about Vision himself than it was about her, and when she looks up at her father and sees the firm expression on his face, her heart sinks.  This is absolutely about her.  It is, and they’d decided this before Wanda found out that she and America were dating – they aren’t, but that does not matter in the grand scheme of things.  It only matters that they believe she is, that something about this “family” time might have now switched from a jovial celebration of the holidays to something like an intervention.

“Wanda.”  Her father’s voice sounds like gravel.  “I apologize for our intrusion.”

“Don’t worry about it, Vis.  I invited you.  That means we want you here.”

“Of course.”

They carry on this conversation as though it is between them, and while Wanda’s eyes flick to Vision for a brief moment, they return to Viv within a second heartbeat.  “Merry Christmas, Viv,” she says with a warm smile and an even warmer tone.

This is fake.  This is all fake.

“It is no longer Christmas.”  Viv meets Wanda’s eyes with her own golden ones.  “I believe you have misspoken.”

Wanda’s smile does not change, even as Vision places a hand on Viv’s shoulder and tightens his grasp.  “You’re right,” Wanda says, ignoring Vision’s actions, and her head tilts gentle to one side.  “It’s not Christmas anymore.  But it’s still good to see you.”  She opens the door wide and gestures inside with one hand.  “Why don’t you two come in?  Agatha and America are still in the kitchen; Agatha’s teaching her some finer points of cooking.”

Vision nods and takes his hand from Viv’s shoulder.  “Thank you, Wanda,” he says, gentle as anything, “for inviting us.”

“Of course,” Wanda says again, and her smile drops as Viv passes her on the way inside.  “We’re family.”

Viv sees her mother in Wanda’s eyes, and she shudders.

~

“Did you know?”

It isn’t the first thing Viv says when she finds America because, notably, America is in the kitchen with Agatha, who is trying to teach her something of cooking while America apparently keeps wanting to add chocolate to dishes that would likely not taste better with chocolate.  (Viv does not know this from her own experience, as she does not need to eat and so often does not, but she sees Agatha more than once preventing America from drizzling chocolate syrup in multiple dishes within the span of three minutes, and considers that Agatha knows more about these sorts of things than she does.

But the moment America realizes that Viv is there and is able to tear herself away from Agatha, they’re outside, in the cold, with snow barely covering the ground.  It isn’t the best place to talk – America keeps shivering – but while Agatha was perfectly fine with their going upstairs to chat, Wanda took one look at both of them and mentioned, “You two shouldn’t be upstairs without supervision,” which lead Vision to turn to her with a confused expression, which further lead to Wanda’s brows raising and the start of, “Didn’t you know?” – at which point Viv tugged America away from the both of them and America, scowling, took them outside.

(Agatha asked.  America complained about Wanda.  Agatha agreed.)

But now they’re outside, both of them with their arms crossed for wildly different reasons, and Viv stares down at America and asks, pointblank, with no frustration in her voice because she barely feels it, “Did you know?”

“No!” America exclaims, eyes wide.  “I didn’t!  I didn’t even know anyone was coming until you showed up!”  She tightens her crossed arms a little more tightly against herself and scowls.  “I was looking forward to cooking with Mom.  I thought, maybe if she taught me a few things, I could surprise Joey next time I’m at the diner.”  She sighs.  “Should’ve know better when she wouldn’t let me play with our food.”

Admittedly, this does not make things any better.  Viv can think of no reason why they would not have told America about their visit ahead of time – and why she would not have been told about their visit ahead of time – unless the adults were all planning something, something they didn’t want America – or Viv – to plan around.  She sighs.  “I did not want my father to know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“This will be so much worse now that he knows.”

“I’m sorry,” America repeats, unable to meet Viv’s eyes.  “I didn’t know.”

“I know.”

Viv wants to pace back and forth, but there’s no reason to do so.  She can think just as well standing still as she does moving.  It’s funny how even when she breathes, her breath creates puffs of small cloud in the air before they dissipate.  They’re smaller than America’s.  She takes a deep breath in.  It doesn’t matter.  None of it matters.

She feels nothing.

(She feels trapped.)

Before she can do anything else, though, America wraps her arms around her in a warm, albeit sloppy, hug.  “It’s going to be okay,” she says, resting her head on Viv’s shoulder as she hugs her.  “Our parents aren’t mean.  They can’t mean anything bad by it.  So.”  She steps back, hands on Viv’s shoulders, and gives her a grin.  “It’ll be fine!”

Viv thinks of her mother and thinks that America can’t say anything about what their parents are like.  Still, she looks at America, whose lips are turning the slightest shade of blue from the cold, and nods.  “You are correct,” she lies.  “Our parents certainly do not mean to harm us.”  She offers America a slight smile of her own.  “Let us return inside.  We cannot know what they want until they reveal it to us, and we cannot find that out while we stay out here.”

“Yeah.”  America’s grin spreads.  “What you said.”

But as they walk inside, America takes Viv’s hand in her own, and her eyes widen.  “Cool gloves.  Where’d you get them?”

“They were a Christmas present from my father.”  Viv holds up her other hand and stares at the rainbow stripes.  “You can ask him, if you would like.”  She considers, then her head tilts to one side.  “Here.”  She removes the gloves and hands them to America.  “You are meant to be my girlfriend, and I gave you no present.  You may take these.”

America’s eyes widen even more.  “Oh.  Uh.  I didn’t get you anything either.”  She pats her pockets for a few seconds, then snaps her fingers.  She unhooks one of her necklaces – one with a rainbow bridged between two clouds dangling from it – and hands it to Viv.  “A rainbow for a rainbow!”  She hooks it around Viv’s neck – she’s so close that Viv can smell the musty tang of her soap – and then stands back with a grin.  “It looks good on you.”

Viv pats the necklace, feels where it hangs just next to her mother’s.  “Thank you.”

America shrugs.  “’Course.”  She tilts her head to the house.  “Now can we go inside?  It’s freezing out here!”

“Sure.”

~

For a little while, everything is normal.

Or, at least, as normal as it can be.

Vision keeps giving Viv side-eye as they eat.  Viv ignores him as much as possible and focuses entirely on the food in front of her, which tastes just as wonderful as it had the last time she was here.  Agatha tries – constantly – to redirect conversation and change subjects, but it doesn’t feel as overwhelmingly one-sided as it has last time.  She’s not trying to dominate while Wanda takes in each and every subtle change of Viv and America’s expressions.  She’s normal.  At least as normal as any of them can be.

But Viv can’t stop the sneaking suspicion that something is going to go wrong.  That something is meant to go wrong.  And the longer nothing goes wrong, the more uncomfortable she gets.

Finally, while Agatha and America set up Super Smash Bros (something about it being one of the few games they could play together as a family, as though board games don’t exist (Vision promotes Trivial Pursuit, but that goes nowhere)), Viv’s father takes her to the side and asks, “Why did you not tell me that you and America were dating?”

Viv is not very good at lying.  She is worse when it comes to lying to her father.  “I did not think it was very important.”

Her father’s eyes widen.  “Why would it not be important?”

“I do not know.”  Viv wraps her arms around herself and avoids her father’s stern gaze.  “I thought you would disapprove.”

Hurt flickers across her father’s face.  This is part of what makes it worse – for every hurt Viv has felt and shut down with her emotional core, her father has felt just as many, if not more, and he has made no such decision.  (She knows he disapproves of what she’s done, but at least he respects it.  He hasn’t forced it back on.)  “Oh,” he says, and there’s pain in that, too.

Viv hates it.

“I did not intend to harm you, Father.”  Viv glances up and tries to meet his wounded gaze.  “I wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure of things.  I did not want to give you unnecessary hope.”

“Of course.”  Her father does not meet her eyes.  “I understand.”  He breathes in and lets it out.  “Wanda does not believe this is right, given that your emotional core has been turned off.”  Now, he meets her eyes; now, when he must feel as though he has some ground in the conversation.  “I am not sure that this is fair to America.  If you break up, she will feel that pain more than you do.  You cannot—”

“Father.”  Viv cuts him off.  “You have only just learned of our relationship, and already you believe that we will break up?”

“It is only logical.”  Her father’s face grows hard – not against her, but against himself.  “Most relationships end in such a manner.”  He pauses, then says even softer, “Most relationships end.”  He holds her gaze.  “If you cannot deal with the end of other relationships, then how will you deal with this one?  You would add this to—”

“Hey!”  America appears as though out of nowhere, ropes her arm around Viv’s, and gives her a tug.  “The game’s all set up.  You ready to play?”  Her gaze flicks from Viv’s to Vision’s and then back again.

Vision only shakes his head.  “I do not believe I am in the mood to play any such games at the moment.  My sincerest apologies.”  He glances outside.  “I believe it would be best if I take a walk.”

America blinks.  “Uh.  Sure.  You want Mom to go with you?  I’m sure she would love to—”

“I would prefer to go alone.”  Vision cuts her off and starts for the back door.  Once outside, he begins to hover and then flies off as though he was never there to begin with.

“Uh.  Okay.”  America tugs on Viv’s arm again.  “He’s, uh.  He’s gonna be okay, right?  Like, he’s not mad at you, or anything, is he?”

Viv shakes her head.  “I do not believe he is mad, only worried and hurt.  He is in pain because I did not tell him about our relationship.  He will heal.”  She does not mention her father’s comments on the ending of relationships.  That would do America no good to hear, considering all of the variables.  “He will return when he is ready.”

But as Viv follows America back to the living room, she cannot help but turn to the back door and stare at the place where her father left.

~

Vision does not return to the party.

~

Viv returns home to a house with all of its lights off and finds that her father is not there either.

Then she sits, cross-legged, in her bed and considers everything again for another moment before turning her emotional core back on.

She threads her fingers through her two necklaces – America’s and her mother’s – and quickly begins to cry.