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drunkinyourbenz · 1 day ago

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୨ৎ sweet girl. b.e

୨ৎ roomate!billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: smut

୨ৎ content: SUB TOP BILLIE EVERYONE CHEER !! umm praise kink, begging, she's so so so desperate and lowkey a loser but we love her for it, oral (r recieving), anyway i love this so much please please please read it, possibly gonna have another part (or many)

୨ৎ note: you're welcome <3 (this fic serves as an apology for the angst fic i posted the other day) happy new year my loves <3

billie was your roommate, and she had been for a little over a year now. you got along well, and if you were asked, you'd probably say you were friends. she was easy to talk to and easy to live with.

she did tend to get jealous whenever you had your hookups, which happened a lot more often than you'd like to admit. you were single, but people always showed momentary interest in you at the parties you went to.

you always assumed her dislike towards the people you hooked up with was just annoyance at the noise or something; you never thought much of it. what you didn't know was that she had the biggest crush on you, and wanted nothing more than to drag you away from the many hookups and keep you all to herself.

everyone who knew billie knew she was obsessed with you. she wasn’t subtle about it, you were just infuriatingly oblivious. her eyes always landed on you, whether you were in class together, having a movie night, or simply in passing. she didn’t think she’d ever had a crush so…all-consuming before. and with how oblivious you were, it was honestly infuriating.

but she didn't do anything impulsive—somehow. she wanted everything that happened between the two of you to be perfect.

a shift in the trajectory of your relationship with her seemed to be approaching, however. you'd been at a party—something that didn't surprise her. you were… making the most of your college years, to say the least.

when you got home, she took one look at the outfit you wore—taking in the way the fabric hung from your body and the way your makeup looked so immaculate despite having been at a party for hours. her mind ran wild as she looked you up and down.

she felt like a lovesick fool, and for a moment, she understood why her friends called her a loser.

she was so caught up in taking in your gorgeous appearance when she saw you walk past towards your room, that it took her a moment to comprehend who was following you.

a girl. some girl from the party. maybe a sorority girl, maybe someone from one of your classes, maybe someone you'd only just met. either way, she hated it. she hated that you were so blind that you couldn't see what was right in front of you—her.

you and the girl were such an odd pairing together, billie thought. you were way out of her league. sure, the girl was pretty, but there was pretty and then there was you pretty. in billie’s mind, no one was prettier than you.

your new hookup's prettiness aside, she clearly didn't care about you. she was there to fuck and then leave, and billie hated that. you could so easily get any girl you wanted, and you could get them to treat you right. but for a reason billie couldn't quite understand, you preferred these meaningless hookups.

billie's eyes trailed behind you as you led the girl into your room. you knew you were going to get a pretty average hookup out of her, but a hookup nonetheless.

just as you closed your door and the girl sat down on your bed, billie reopened the door and walked inside. what came out of her mouth was a blatant lie, but the girl didn't know that.

"hey, sorry girl. we actually have guests coming over, you might have to leave." her voice was dripping with fake politeness as she sent the girl a deceivingly sweet smile.

the girl left pretty quickly, sending you a slightly dirty look at the fact that the hookup she'd hoped for wouldn't be happening.

you heard her slam the door on the way out, and rolled your eyes. that attitude merely proved that you hadn't really lost anything.

you weren't super upset, because you knew the hookup wouldn't be all that good anyway, but you were still horny, so you were slightly frustrated at billie for interrupting.

you turned to billie and raised an eyebrow. both of you know that the excuse she spilled was absolutely a lie, guests were a rarity for the two of you.

"well, that was a lie. what was that for?”.

billie simply shrugged, “didn't like her vibe.”

you scoffed at that, “that's for me to decide. it's my hookup.”

billie rolled her eyes belligerently, “sure, but the hookup wouldn't have even been all that. plenty of other pretty girls who could touch you better.”

when she spoke, you raised an eyebrow. “oh? such as?”

nervousness flashed behind her eyes for a moment, before she spoke with an air of finality. “me.”

you blink slowly in surprise at her blunt response, and once her answer sinks in, i feel heat rise to my cheeks. every little thing is adding up, the lingering looks and the soft touches and the—oh. it made sense suddenly. billie had a crush on you, you realised. you spoke again slowly, watching her carefully. "...you...think you could fuck me better...?”

she swallowed, a slight blush on her face as she nodded. “i know i could.”

a small smirk makes it's way into your lips, “prove it, then.”

billie’s eyes lit up, as if she were a child on christmas who had just been gifted her dream present. she stepped slightly closer to you, “thought you'd never ask.”

there was a long moment where the two of you just stared at each other, and then you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. the moment you let your tongue enter her mouth, you felt her practically melt in your arms.

her breath caught in her throat as you kissed her, her hands moving to grip your shoulders tightly. as you'd suspected, the dominant act melted away the moment you made your move. she whimpered softly against your lips, parting them willingly as your tongue explored her mouth "fuck…”

when the two of you stepped back and tripped onto your bed, she broke the kiss reluctantly, her breath coming in soft pants. she looked at you, her eyes hazy with desire, her hair already slightly messy, and her lips parted. “holy shit,” she muttered, although more to herself than you.

with a shaky breath, she looked at you, trying to cling to the last bit of composure she had left but failing miserable. her desperation was crystal clear, she wanted—no, needed to make you feel good. she let her hands fumble with the hem of your top, her actions affected by her intense desire, coming across as rushed and messy. “i’ve imagined this so many times…”

your lips twisted into a smirk, letting your hand drift to her cheek. “yeah, baby? what’ve you imagined?”

a soft whine left her lips, and you could’ve sworn the sound altered your brain chemistry. her words came out in a shy whisper “...your hands in my hair while i…”

your lips twitched up into a sly smile at her shyness, and you watched as she trailed off. you knew what she was going to say, of course, you just wanted to hear her say it. “hm? while you what, sweet girl? use your words, don’t be shy…”

her cheeks heated up at your words, and she looked down for a moment. you could tell that her heart was practically racing out of her chest. she seemed to contemplate for a while, wondering whether to tell you or to just melt into the floorboards and never be seen again.

when she eventually spoke, the words came out in a rush. “while i eat you out. i’ve imagined it so many times, touched myself thinking about it…”

you found yourself smiling again—oh, she was adorable. such a confident, cocky personality, reduced to a desperate blushing mess just because of…you.

“good girl. see, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” you watched as her eyes practically lit up at the praise, and you made a mental note to praise her more—after all, she was such a sweet girl, how could you not? you looked at her for a moment before continuing, “so…you want to eat me out?”

at those words, her head snapped up and she nodded eagerly with wide, pleading eyes. she was so focused on the prospect of tasting you that she was totally unaware of the way she was inching closer, her hands already moving to unbutton your jeans. “please…let me?”

you hummed softly, taking in her utterly desperate form, before speaking in a soft, teasing voice. “how much do you want it…?”

yet another whine slipped from her lips, the sound so sweet you felt as if you could listen to it for hours. “please, need it so bad. need to taste you, please, please, please. wanted this for so long, please…”

and when she begged so sweetly, how could you ever say no? “go ahead, baby.”

her eyes lit up, and she wasted no time in pushing your jeans down, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your underwear and looking up at you with a silent question in her eyes. you nodded, and she eagerly slipped your underwear down your thighs. her eyes widen at the sight,

“fuck, oh my god. you’re beautiful.” the words came out in a soft, reverent murmur as she used her hands to gently push your thighs further apart.

she leaned in close, pressing a few soft opened mouthed kisses to your inner thighs as she looked up at you. she let her tongue find your folds, and you heard her instantly moan at the taste.

she sucked your clit into her mouth, looking up at you with an absolutely adoring look in her eyes. the total devotion in her eyes made you feel something…unfamiliar. and god, she was right, it was so much better than your hookups.

her arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to her as she continued to eat you out like it was her last meal. she shifted so that one of your legs was hooked over her shoulder to give her better access. she was doing so well, how wet you were and your moans were proof of that. your fingers tangled in her hair, tugging softly and eliciting another string of moans from her.

while she was licking and sucking at your clit, her sweet moans sent vibrations against your cunt.

you moaned softly. you already figured out that she loves praise, and you intended to make her feel good as well, considering she was doing so well for you. "good girl…”

billie looked up at you, your arousal dripping from her mouth, her eyes glazed with desire. she moaned against your pussy, the vibrations causing your legs to shake and your hands to tug her hair slightly harder. she started to pleasure you with renewed enthusiasm, determined to make you lose control.

it didn't take much longer for her to make you fall apart on her mouth, and she eagerly lapped everything up. she was like a starved woman and she was going to make sure she got every last drop. after a minute, she finally dragged herself away from your pussy, looking up at you with your juices dripping from her mouth.

she looked up at you, her eyes practically sparkling. “do you feel good? did i do good for you?”

those words in that pleading and adoring tone almost made you cum all over again. you smiled down at her, your hand moving to cup her cheek softly.

“yeah, my sweet girl. you did so good for me.”

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star2fishmeg · 22 hours ago

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Can I get an ANGST 110 with luke please 🙏

Thank you for requesting <3 - Happy New Year!

ANGST #110 "I'm not jealous, fuck off."

📞 dialling…

Hand gripped around his wrist, y/n dragged Luke into Nico’s empty kitchen, the bright lights in stark contrast with the disco lights in the living room. He didn’t protest, he followed like a dog to the furthest corner away from the doorway.

“Angel, I’m sorry-” he began, nerves choking him, but he deserved it. He knew he deserved her irritation, the fire two seconds away from tearing through him.

They stopped and she spun around to face him, dropping his wrist and she folded her arms over her chest with a wild, icy glare in her eyes and eyebrows knitted so deep it surely ached. It was his fault, though. They wouldn’t have been there if Luke had just dropped it but no, he couldn’t. Luke ran his hand over his face, glancing at the ceiling before back to her and he sighed. Deeply.

“-What are you sorry for? Do you even know why you’re apologising? Or are you just saying that, so I’ll forgive you and move on?” she snapped, trying to keep her voice low. Her heart thundered in her chest, practically feeling adrenaline surge through every individual vein as angry heat prickled up her neck.

He almost winced when the sharpness of her tone left her mouth. Y/n never raised her voice at him, no matter how many times his career got in the way of plans or their lives. His stomach twisted in a way he could only describe as a thorn in his side prodding at him, a tightness in his chest and regrettably, he raised his voice back, “He was flirting with you, I know how guys flirt, y/n! I flirted with you. Excuse me for showing him that you’re in a relationship but he clearly couldn’t see the necklace with my initial on.”

‘May Nico Hischier sleep with cold pillows for making the music loud enough to muffle out voices.’ That’s what they thought as they exhaled in unison, y/n pinching her nose bridge before pointing at his chest firmly, but not touching him. It was his fault and only his, deep down he knew that but the pride that he wore like a crown refused to let him accept that. All it took for his instincts to kick off was another guy and y/n to click instantly, easily, laughing and flowing through conversation as if they’d been longtime friends. Then Luke intervened, and suddenly eyes were closing in on them.

“I don’t need you to do that! I would have rejected him anyway, Luke.” She exasperated. Luke’s scowl deepened, but his heart ached. “I didn’t need you to be a diva about it. I don’t know why you think I’d accept his advances; did you really think I leave you like that?”

“Was not a diva,” he pouted slightly, scoffing, “and no. It’s got nothing to do with you! You’re never the problem-”

Her face softened, moving her weight onto one hip and lips pulled into a smirk. The way he pouted, his eyes shifting to the side and how the aggression in his tone had fallen into a sulk, almost, a snarky sulk.

She interrupted him, “-Lu, are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, fuck off. Why would I be jealous of him? My curls are way better than his and he’s not even that tall or whatever. Bet he couldn’t make you genuinely laugh even if he tried.” Luke rambled, the snark in his voice slowly fading the more the words tumbled from his mouth and the insecurity he tried to swallow rang through her ears loud and clear. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried to push something back, soldier through his feelings.

“Oh, Lu, c’mere.” Y/n opened her arms and wrapped them around his waist, pressing her ear to his chest and gradually, ire seeped out and vanished into thin air, the security of his arms around her body replacing it with the love that belonged there. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, my love. I’m all yours and I love you. What’s really the matter?”

He exhaled, body getting that floaty feeling once back in her arms again and the anger gone. He sniffed, holding her tight to his chest and voice quiet and rumbly, “I love you too. I don’t know, I’ve never felt this way and I…I don’t know, got scared that you’d leave me for someone better because you deserve the best. Saw how easily you were talking and wished that was how we were in the beginning, but I was such an awkward dumbass. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for being a dick.”

“You were my awkward dumbass, though. I don’t want anyone but you, okay? There’s no-one better than my Loverboy and his cute smile and curls that are way better than anyone else’s. So, thank you for apologising.”

A slight movement caught the corner of Luke’s eye. The cause for his little green demon to make a fool of not only himself, but y/n too. Pulling back slightly, he dipped down to her level, pressing his lips to y/n’s tenderly with his hand sliding to cup her cheek - his other situated on her waist and thumb rubbing the fabric of her top. He kissed her slowly, passionately and little sparks of excitement tingled to her chest and down to her stomach, hands gliding down his waist to his hips, where fingers hooked around his beltloops to tug him closer.

“Hey, y/n, they’re playing beer pong and- oh shit, my bad.” The guy from earlier stumbled in, eyes widening at the sight and he awkwardly backed away.

“You saw him coming, didn’t you?” she mumbled into Luke’s lips, only to receive a grin as his answer, “Oh my God, you’re such a dumbass. C’mere.”

#≡megs1kcelly #≡lh43 #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader

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franike · 2 days ago

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COLD LOVE

Thanos x reader

Authors note: I love him sm there is not enough fics about him, also sorry about my english •+• ALSO i added a character I hope yall don’t mind🙏 THIS FIC WILL HAVE MORE PARTS

It was just a normal day. You were taking the subway home after finishing your day at college. It was hard to pay for all college expenses and you already worked two jobs. As thoughts ran through your head someone approached you.

“Wanna play a game?” It was a strange man - he was tall, had short black hair and also wore a neat suit.

“Uh sure why not”

The game was called ddakaji. You get a piece of folded paper and another one is placed on the floor. The goal is to throw your piece of paper and flip the one on the floor to the other side. You played a few rounds and won every single one.

“Congratulations” The strange man told you as he handed you a card. Before you could say anything else he left leaving you confused. You took a good look at the card. The front of the card had a circle, a triangle and a square drawn on it and the back of it had a number. You looked at your phone for a second before calling the number from the back of the card.

“To play the game state your name and date of birth”

…

You were sitting in your apartment and thinking. What did I just sign up myself for….but i need the money. The pickup date is five days from now on. You looked at the picture on your table. It was a picture of you and your ex that disappeared one day, well not really but he disappeared for you. You still saw him on social media but that’s about it because one day he just said he can’t be with you anymore and left. What an asshole…but you still cared about him just a tiny bit. Perhaps if he died you would be a bit sad.

…First day at squid game…

You woke up at a bed in a big room. There were about 400 other beds and about 400 other people. What is this… You thought as you looked around when all of a sudden someone called out your name. You looked back and saw your friend, Claire.

“CLAIRE what are you doing here?”

“Ah i got myself into a debt..” Claire explained while uncomfortably touching the back of her neck. You didn’t mind however, you were also in a debt just for school, not for…. Anyways soon some guards came to the front and started explaining how this works. All of a sudden some people started complaining about literally everything.

“What about my shoes huh? They’re limited edition!”

Oh no…Its him. Its Thanos. Your ex. What the hell was he doing in here? Did he not see you? What a pain…Soon the first game started, it was green light red light. Pretty easy. That was until someone got shot in front of you because they moved at red light. You started to panic. It soon turned into green light but you were frozen. You felt like you were gonna faint and as soon as it was red light your knees gave out. However someone stood in front of you so you wouldn’t get seen. It was green light again and the person who previously stood in front of you took you by the forearm and forced you to run with them. You turned to look at the person and it was him. Thanos. Again.

“You really need to be more careful”

“Shut up freak”

He just smirked at you and continued the game. How unfortunate that you ended up in the same situation as him. Soon the game was over. Thanos approached you and started to talk to you.

“So why are you here?”

“I’m not gonna tell you”

“Wow calm down ice queen, it was just a question.”

How annoying can a person be. Even after you gave him the coldest glare you could he just simply smiled at you.

“So you’re just going to pretend that you didn’t leave me like some trash huh?”

To your surprise he stopped smiling, but only for a second before he was back to his usual self. He tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you pushed him away. The audacity of this man. You started walking away and he started to yell something at you.

“This isn’t over Y/N! You can’t run away from me so easily!” He started to laugh and went back to some guy. This is going to be long six days….

TO BE CONTINUED….

#thanos squid game #thanos #thanos x reader #squid game #squid game x reader #x reader #choi su bong #squid game 2 #squid game season 2

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madaboutmunson · 2 days ago

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Fluff

For @strangerthingswritersguild prompt : ‘Fluff’

Word count: 3824

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Eddie parked up and took a few grounding breaths before leaving his vehicle.

He knew he, Steve, was gonna be here today, and today he was gonna ask him out. It had been ten years and times had changed a little, and he now knew Steve wasn’t the kind of guy to knock him out if he found out he was gay. After Robin revealing her coming out to Steve story.

And, he’d totally wait until one of them was leaving so it didn’t have to be awkward.

But this was Eddie, and never mind the path of true love, none of his paths ran smooth and if it looked like it was, he’d better watch out for the sudden long drop to sink hole he was about to plummet into.

So when Eddie checked himself over in the mirror one last time, and was giving himself a pretty intense pep talk in it, he didn’t catch the dark green Jeep Cherokee pull up next to him.

He also didn’t see 1996 Steve Harrington hurry in to the building arms laden with things.

Eddie grabbed the card with wad of cash in it, for the new happy couple. He’d been doing pretty well for himself lately, and Dustin and Suzie were only just reemerging into the world after being in the academic world for so long. He wasn’t even sure if they had any intention of leaving it.

He hopped down out of the van and smoothed over his suit which he had to compromise on, suit he could do, but tie and buttoned up the collar? Absolutely not!

But as he slammed the door shut and locked up, he heard a way too close.

“What’s up, nerd?” Followed by a sweet laugh Eddie would know anywhere, and he knew full well that laugh continued because Eddie had jumped out of his skin.

“Steve!” Eddie can’t help the way his face lit up at the sure and happy smile directed his way, “Good to see ya man,” he beamed and stuck out his hand.

Steve looked down at the ringed hand between them, pulled a face as he scoffed a laugh, grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him in for a hug.

“Good to see you again, man. Sorry I hadn’t been in touch more,” He said squeezing Eddie tight and releasing him to step back and look him over, “Wow, you haven’t aged a day. Oddly strange to see your forehead,” Steve chuckled.

Eddie touched his forehead at the mention of it, “Couldn’t keep the bangs if not even Hetfield and Dickenson could keep ‘em,” he mumbled with an irrepressible smirk, “Glad to see a decade hasn’t flattened yours,” Eddie looked up at Steve’s much shorter at the back, but still elegantly swooped over hair.

“Yeah, at least I held onto all the good things from back then,” Steve smiled, “Well most of them. Where’s your date?”

“Ah, yeah, no date for me, for the wedding I mean, I can get dates, lots of them in fact when I’m not all caught up with work,” Eddie cringes internally, and tries to make a save, “Yours?”

“Inside,” Steve chuckled, and Eddie’s heart shattered.

“Cute is she?” Eddie tried to pull a distraction with conversation, whilst his inner minions swept to the shards in his chest cavity.

“The cutest!” Steve beamed, his smile was wide and bright, making his eyes narrow and sparkle. Eddie didn’t think he’d ever seen someone more happy. Maybe his uncle when Steve arranged a secret Eddie trade, after all the upside down business, to get him out of Hawkins and its pitchfork wielding residents.

Eddie nodded as they entered the main building, “I’m happy for you, man,” he said sincerely, because though he wished it was him, Steve really did deserve a happy ending.

“Hey I’m just gonna hit the bathroom before I get into the festivities,” Eddie juts a thumb at the sign in the wall, figuring he can use it as an excuse to reset and start the night over with a different ambition, “I’ll catch you inside, man. You can introduce me to your girl,” he said fondly.

“Yeah! We’d love that. I’ll save you a seat with us. Oh wait a second-“ Steve says back with way too much excitement. He must really like this chick, or maybe everyone else here hates her? But before Eddie can escape Steve is way too close. So close he’s inhaling his cologne, and obviously it’s exquisite.

“You had some fluff in your hair,” Steve smiled and handed Eddie the offending debris.

Eddie chuckled genuinely this time, “Ah, perks of the job free fluff with every stuff.”

Steve wrinkled his nose up adorably in confusion.

“I make toys, teddy bears, Eddies’s-“ Eddie starts to explain, but Steve’s eyes are wide with excitement and he’s pointing and talking over him.

“Eddie’s Teddies! That’s you? Oh my god! Oh my god . My baby loves those. I must have gotten her at least four from the fairytale collection. No more than that. We got some of the professionals' collections too. We’ve got the sailor, the baseball player, the stunt driver, the movie star, and the,” Steve pauses and his words slow down, “and the ice cream man.”

Steve is just staring like he wants to say something but the words won’t come out. Eddie swallows and quickly breaks the tension, “Yeah that’s me. listen I gotta go take a leak, I’ll be right with ya.”

Eddie’s hurries inside the cubicle, screws up his eyes and thumps himself against his head a few times. Idiot. Now Steve is gonna feel fucking awkward all night knowing Eddie had a decade long crush on him.

No. He could save this. Eddie could save this. He’d say it was a thank you. Yeah, a thank you for saving his life. Ok, cool. He was gonna go with that, and meet the love of Steve’s life and then get lost in the party, so he can avoid them for the rest of the evening.

With an emptied bladder, washed hands and an extra fluff check, Eddie entered the main room.

He is mobbed by a large section of the guests, leaving the other seventy percent of the room wondering who the hell he was and maybe he was famous or something. He catches up and then finally gets to congratulate the happy couple and heads to the bar to grab a soda.

He felt a tug on his bracelet.

“Gee mister, that’s pretty shiny. Where’d ya get it?”

Eddie looks down to follow the voice and is met with two huge blinking hazel eyes in a flurry of brown hair.

“I made it, when I was a kid,” he smiled.

“You made it?” the kid asked in awe, pushing the mass of brown bangs out of her eyes for a closer look.

“Sure did. Bit of chain, bit of leather, some snaps and Sabbra Cadabra a bracelet,” he smiled.

She giggled, “It abracadabra, silly!”

“Oh is it now? My mistake. I better go call up Ozzy and tell him.” Eddie played along with a sad sigh.

“Who’s Ozzy?”

“Only one of the greatest heavy metal singers of all time!” Eddie enthused and threw up the horns and made a silly face, which only further plunged the little girl further into the giggles.

“You’re silly. Like daddy, but you’ve got long hair like, uh, elif cub,” she smiled up at him.

Eddie looked around the immediate area and there did not seem to be anyone he would label as a Daddy in the vicinity.

He knelt down to her level, “Speaking of Daddy, shall we go find him?”

“Yah!” She said stretching her arms up to Eddie, which he took as a queue to pick her up, “I’ll show you him.”

And when this little girl points directly at a sweating, out of breath, clearly distressed Steve who was hurtling their way. Eddie’s heart couldn’t decide to soar for his friend being a parent or sink for himself as a kid meant this was serious.

“Honey, you can’t run off like that, ok?” Steve says softly though he was clearly very worried.

Eddie handed over Little Miss Harrington, to Steve, and he immediately relaxes with her in his arms, “Thanks Eddie, I had a bottle mishap and turned away for a few seconds and she was gone.”

He can see the way his brow creased that Steve felt like he really fucked up.

“Hey, it could happen to anyone, man. Kids are so fast, and if I’m anything to go by, very sneaky and creative,”Eddie offered him a friendly smile, and he watched as Steve’s shoulders relaxed one more setting, “How about I come over and meet your date and I can sit with the kid whilst you go get cleaned up and the bottle done, yeah?”

Steve looks confused, but walks towards a table in the corner which it’s strewn with toys, books, pacifiers, an open jar of applesauce with a spoon sticking out of it, a bag full of diapers and wipes and creams, and a spilled baby bottle.

But no one else was there.

Eddie sees the deep blush hit Steve’s face as he places his little girl in a high chair, and quickly tries to tidy up so Eddie can sit down.

But he can’t have that.

Eddie pushes Steve firmly into a seat, then cracks open and puts a soda in his hand as he begins to tidy up his own space. Making it all a show by pretending to sample the bottle and applesauce and finding them disgusting, much to the amusement of the little girl. Even reading passages from the books as if performing on stage. ‘A is for apple’ is performed with such dramatics, with Eddie propping on foot up on a chair, flailing his arms around, even Steve started to laugh.

Once he has two Harrington’s giggling he sits down with a big ‘mission accomplished’ smile. As he raised his eyes, they meet Steve’s sparkling ones, but this time maybe they’re a little for him too.

“Eddie, let me introduce you to my date for the evening. My daughter, Georgina,” Steve gestured to the little girl in the high chair currently chewing on the corner of a book.

“Hey sweetie, This is Eddie. He makes the teddy bears you like,” Steve beamed, but Georgina couldn’t be less interested, in Eddie right now, because the main lights had dimmed to make way for more colourful ones moving around the dance floor.

Eddie wants to leave it there. Accept the facts Steve is a family man now. Move on. But the way he’s looking at him, making him feel like a knight in shining armor, Eddie can’t help himself, and he has to know for sure.

“So-“

“There is no one,” Steve shouts quickly over the music and immediately shrinks back in volume, “I mean, I’m not dating anyone or married or anything. I really wanted to be a dad, and relationships just were not working out, you know,” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “So I got a surrogate,” he beams at Georgina, who is clapping her hands and kicking her feet to the music, but quickly casts his eyes down, “But being a parent is a lot harder than I thought.”

“Hardest job you’ll ever do, if you believe my uncle, who technically didn’t sign up for it,” Eddie smiled and Steve mirrored it, “But she’s happy and confident, you’re doing great.”

“Thanks,” Steve says quietly, and Eddie can tell he doesn’t believe him, so he opts for a change of subject.

“Who is Elif Cub?”

Steve’s eyebrows spring up, “Uh, well,”

“Hey man, you don’t gotta say, Gina, said I had long hair like them. I was just being nosy,” Eddie waves the question away, “You want me to grab you another drink or something to eat?” Eddie says standing up.

“It’s you,” Steve blurts out and in response to Eddie’s confusion, “Elif Cub. Has long hair like you because they are you. In a photo on my wall. From the hospital when we snuck people in to play d&d for a few hours.”

Eddie smiles in realisation, “Elif Cub. Hellfire Club.” He puts his hands on his hips and leans into Steve’s space with a smirk, “You have a lot of pictures of me on your walls, Steve?”

Steve’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, “Just the one,” he confirms, and Eddie leans back, “But-but I’d like more. I mean we should hang out more.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows in surprise, and slowly sat back down. He looks between Steve and the table a few times and taps on it, before asking, “Is this a pity thing because of the bears?”

A gorgeous smile erupted across Steve’s face and he laughed, “No, but I can’t believe I didn’t realise until today. Robin’s right I am a dingus.”

Eddie’s freshly glued back together heart is pounding ferociously in his chest, “So, by, more photos and hanging out. Do you mean, like, friendly hanging out?” He asked cautiously.

“Well of course it would be friendly we’re friends aren’t we?” Steve said with a furrowed brow.

Eddie was struggling with words, which was extremely rare. He wanted to know if there could be something more but also didn’t want to make Steve feel awkward, if it was a no.

“Ok let me preface this by saying I really love the idea of being closer friends, that is a definite thumbs up from me. Big fat yes,” Eddie laughed a little nervously mostly talking to the table, “But I wanna be transparent about something.”

He raised his eyes and Steve looked like he was hanging on Eddie’s every word, until-

“Daddy? I’m hungry,” Georgina asked sweetly.

“Oh my gosh. Yes. Yes! I’ll be right on it sweetheart, just let me find the… Damn I need to heat it up. I mean darn,” Eddie watched Steve deflate opposite him, and he reached across the table and took his hand.

“Hey, that was my fault, talking your ear off, ok? I’ll entertain Gina the best I can. You sort out whatever you need to ok? You’re doing great,” Eddie smiled at him.

“It was just. I’d just got used to the bottles and jars and now she’s on, like real food, which should be way easier right?” Steve shook his head as he searched through the bag retrieving a few Tupperware boxes, “I won’t be long youre a lifesaver Eddie, thank you. There is some fruit here, honey, ok? Steve said setting the tub of chopped up fruit and vegetables on the high chair, which her little hands plunge straight into, and she starts munching away.

Eddie watches her shovel the beautifully carved fruit into her mouth. Each piece perfectly sized, cut into stars, hearts, rainbows, even some melon balls carved to have a rose like texture.

Steve hurried back from the kitchen area wafting a small meal on a plate, trying to cool it down.

“Ah those Dino chicken nuggets never go out of style,” he smiled at Steve, who gave he a sweet sigh of defeat.

“I honestly tried to avoid them but she really likes them,” Steve shrugged.

“Steve, I see what you’re doing, and you're wearing yourself out doing it,” Eddie says gently. He wants Steve to know he’s not judging him, but he does care about how stressed he seems.

Steve turned his eyes up to his, “Is it that obvious?” He said a little defeated.

“Listen, all these cute things you do for her are great and they are special but make sure you’re in a space to enjoy them too, you know? That beautiful melon ball got chomped on just like the carrot stick in her fist.” Eddie pointed out, “And yeah sometimes I guess you gotta make food fun for kids to get into it, but it doesn’t have to Michelin star carvings every meal.”

Steve scoffs, “Come on it’s hardly-“

“You know what I’m getting at, Steve, and I think I know why,” Eddie said gently reaching over the table, “Your making two childhoods here, right?”

Steve looks at him a little guilty, but Eddie only smiles in response, “Nothing wrong with wanting to give your kid all the things you wanted as a kid, but not at detriment to your stress levels. Kids are emotion sponges. You get anxious, they might get anxious. So try to relax. You’re doing a great job, Steve. Maybe you don’t hear that enough.” Eddie turns his hand reaching across the table palm up.

He watches Steve carefully. Watches him stare at his hand the breath catch in his chest and suddenly how his hand tentatively reaches out and takes his.

He looks up at him, and Eddie knows he’s searching for what it all means, but Eddie just holds his hand, soothingly rubs his thumb on the back of it.

“It’s why I make the bears.” He smiled over at him, and looked out at the dance floor as he continued to talk leaning over the table so Steve could hear him, whilst Gina dunked her Dino’s in their ketchupy demise.

“I had a teddy bear when I was a kid. I took that thing everywhere. It used to make my mom laugh. She called me her Eddie-bear. When I lost her. All I had left was my bear. I couldn’t hug her anymore, so it was all I had,” he swallowed thickly, “You can imagine it got a little grubby and torn, but my Dad didn’t fix him up or wash him. He picked him up and threw him in the trash one day when I was at school. I cried my eyes out. Couldn’t find the thing. He got me a plastic truck to say sorry. Which wasn’t the same, but if you knew my Dad, you’d know that was him trying his best.” Eddie laughed and shook his head as he turned back to Steve, “So that’s why I make the bears, and every bear we make, I keep the instructions to make it. So if my business ever failed, or when I’m not around anymore. No one has to be without their bear. They can get an exact replacement. So I guess we’re both trying to heal our childhoods in different ways.”

Steve nodded, “And the outfits?” He said with a light smirk and a slight sparkle to his eyes.

“Hmmm, let’s just say when I got a little older, I found a different Teddy Bear I wanted for myself, but I wasn’t exactly sure if he would want me back,” Eddie shifted his glance between Steve’s eyes and the table, “And it’s absolutely fine if he doesn’t because-“

“The thing you should know about that Teddy Bear is, they don’t make them like him anymore. He’s a little fragile, and frazzled. A lot of wear and tear. Especially here,” Steve gestured to the centre of his chest, and looked at Eddie with a nervousness he had never seen before.

“So if you want him he’s yours, on the understanding that, he’s a pretty busy bear, and he’s looking for someone to care for, long term. He can’t have any more casual owners, especially not one like you.”

The air got heavy between them. Eddie hadn’t counted on making big promises so fast. He hadn’t counted on Steve singling Eddie specifically out as someone special. What if he screwed up or it turned out they didn’t like one another as much as he thought they might?

It was almost like Steve could sort of read his mind, “But if you’re not looking to keep him for a long time, maybe if he’s still alone in a few years, and gets fixed up a little. Maybe he could handle a play date?” Steve’s eyes had not moved from Eddie’s.

“No. He’s perfect right now. He always has been. I guess I’m just worried because he’s so rare and valuable to so many. To me. What if I accidently damaged him, or wasn’t the good owner I thought I’d be?”

Steve’s face relaxed at Eddie’s concern, “it’s not about predicting the future. It’s about intention.” Steve smiled, and released his hand.

Eddie sipped his drink and mulled it over. Half sort of impressed with the grace Steve is giving him to think about it. If it were the other way around he’d be gnawing on the table between them, in anticipation. Instead Steve cleaned up Gina and her plate.

Then as he looked around the room and his eyes fell back to Steve the answer was so clear, he couldn't believe he took a few minutes to think about it.

He got up out of his seat and walked towards the bar.

Eddie saw Steve’s face and shoulders drop for a second as he walked away, but his smile at his daughter didn’t falter.

As he pushed through the crowd he found Robin, “Hey, how well do you know Steve’s little girl?” He asked, unsure of the situation.

“Uh pretty well, you could say. I designed her last Halloween outfit. I had a ticket to her nativity. Basically co-parented when I watched Steve put a spoon of salt in his coffee and then drink it!” She responded with such affronted sarcasm that Eddie knew he had asked the correct person.

“I wanna ask Steve to dance. Would you watch her for him?” Eddie asked hopefully.

Robin’s eyes went wide, “Finally!” She added with a wide smile and yanked Eddie back towards Steve's table and basically shoved him into him.

“Uh, Steve, do you maybe wanna dance?” Eddie extended his hand out towards his dream guy.

Steve looked at Eddie’s hand and then at Robin snuggling Georgina tightly to her as she shooed him away with her hand like she was annoyed they were still there.

Steve nodded and took his hand.

It wasn’t exactly the slow dance Eddie was hoping for but it was close enough for him to hold Steve like it was.

“I’d really like to give it a shot if you haven’t changed your mind. I mean I’m not perfect, there will be challenges, but I promise,” he said holding their joined hands to his chest, “I will work hard at every single one to keep you safe, happy and in my arms.”

Steve smiled softly, “I haven’t changed my mind,” he said gazing at Eddie.

“I hope you realise this is going to cost me a small fortune now though?” Eddie teased lightly as Steve’s chest pressed against his own.

“What do you mean?” Steve laughed a little confused.

“Well now I’m going to have to make a new bear to look after the original model.” Eddie grinned as Steve rolled his eyes and they swayed to the music.

#Steddie #steddie drabble #steddie microfic #stwgdailyprompt #singledad!SteveHarrington #eddie munson #Steve Harrington

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Good Luck, Babe! (8)- You'd Have To Stop The World

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Inspired by the song 'Good Luck, Babe!' by Chappell Roan

Summary: Returning to Westview after twelve years away causes you to look back on your secret love affair with Wanda, to remember the intimate moments you shared together before her refusal to accept her true self drove the two of you apart, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your broken heart alone.

What happens when you reunite with the woman you've been trying so hard to forget, forced to watch her suffer in an unhappy marriage that was slowly drowning her, still too scared to confront her true feelings?

Chapter 8- 8.6k Words

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A/N: Hey… So it’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry! Life has been super hectic these last few months and my mental health has been all over the place (which I have finally got a therapist to help me with!) So between two jobs, being in full time education and being depressed, it’s been pretty hard to consistently write or stay motivated but I’m sorta back? Only very briefly as it’s the holidays and my exams once again start again at the end of January and don’t finish pretty much till June. My plan for this fic is that this is the official final chapter of the story but I’m planning a sort of epilogue/extra chapter that I’ll add more info about in the end notes. Once again, I’m so sorry for leaving you all on a cliff-hanger (that was pretty evil of me)

But hopefully this makes it up to you <3 I love you all!

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An empty feeling consumed your chest with every heavy step you took to the avenue your house was on, your hand gripping the dog lead harder than necessary as your eyes inevitably spotted the familiar red car that had pulled up into the drive next to yours, a gnawing feeling picking away at your mind. It had been just over a couple agonising weeks since the…incident with Wanda, a little while since you felt your heart crack once more, crumbling into hundreds of pieces that you felt would never be able to be put back together again, the constant replaying of the event in your mind further ensuring you wouldn’t heal from the memory. The agony that expressed itself in her choked sobs and broken, tearful gaze haunted you, it wedged an unfathomable ache in your soul that seemed unescapable, everything seeming to remind you of the woman you so desperately needed to remove from your thoughts.

You sighed in an irritated manner as you sensed where your thoughts were heading as you approached yours, and consequently, Wanda’s house, your head shaking subtly to try and rid you of the sight of her green gazing into yours, every swirl of her enticing green losing that glimmer of happiness you adored so much as you murmured the words ‘I can’t’. It was draining, constantly being reminded of how your love was never meant to be, how things would never end up like the stories you’d dream of, willing the characters who were clearly destined to be together to push past that final barrier that was blocking their happiness, you just wanted it to stop. You needed it to stop.

Before you could drift further down that detrimental path, the sound of two energetic boys calling your name gripped your attention, a smile genuinely gracing your lips at their emphatic tones, their contagious smiles and laughter meeting your ears as you passed the bottom of their drive. You avoided looking further up the path as they approached you, not wanting to feel another wave of conflict course through you, your gaze staying focussed on the way Billy instantly ran towards Lucky, deciding he wanted to say hi to the bundle of fluff he loved so much.

“Y/n!” Tommy called excitedly, his tone hopeful as he continued, his little form standing in front of you, looking up at you with a cheerful and innocent smile, his enthusiasm to speak to you causing the corner of your lips to tug that little bit wider. “Can we please come over to play today?” He pleaded, eager to come over and show you how he had improved his kickups, now able to do fifteen in a row, as it had been a while since you allowed them over, not wanting to endure the unnecessary contact with Wanda.

At his hopeful and bright tone, you felt your heart melt at his and his brother’s actions, Billy fussing over Lucky who sat by him, the dog growing extremely fond of the brown haired boy as he enjoyed his company when they’d come over. It was natural for the two of them to occupy each other, Billy’s hand running through golden fur as he would read a comic whilst Tommy and yourself caused chaos, a small tug pulling on the strings of your heart as you didn’t want to deny the twins of the fun they had in your garden, but a harsher, more prominent tug reminded you of their mother, feeling her intense green gaze at you.

To say things were tense between you would be an understatement, Wanda’s entire being longing for you, to talk to you and try and clear things up, express the emotions she had spent years burying as she couldn’t physically hold it in any longer, but it was clear you didn’t want to even try, deciding the only way you were going to be able to move on was by leaving the other woman behind. You needed to move on, to forget the way she sparked joy into your life and in doing so, you reluctantly ignored her, deciding that it would somehow be easier for you to simply avoid her than face her and your thoughts once more.

Without even looking up, you could tell she had that pleading glint in her eyes, hoping you’d spare her even a mere glance as you crouched to the boy’s level, letting your hand ruffle Tommy’s hair in that teasing and playful manner that always made him giggle, an apologetic smile gracing your features.

“I’m sorry but I’ve got more boring adult stuff to do tonight,” you murmur softly, your face signalling your sorrow for disappointing them as you witness the excitement slowly crumble away from the twins, Tommy’s shoulders slumping a little.

“But you had that last week,” he argued, your gaze drifting to Billy who was smiling down at Lucky, the dog tilting its head back to stare up at the boy with his tongue sticking out, the golden retriever’s usual goofy manner making him laugh.

“I know, I’m sorry,” your tone comforting as you fix his hair briefly after messing it up. “Blame my boss for giving me homework,” you tease, the boy’s eyes almost widening in fear at the idea of still being given homework in adulthood, amusing you briefly before you continue, wanting to cheer them both up a little. “I promise you can come over soon, I miss beating you at football,” you playfully murmur, pushing his shoulder teasingly as a glint of determination appears in Tommy’s eyes, a small laugh escaping Billy as he knew you always somehow lost the football matches, potentially due to letting the smaller boys win but not telling them that. “Now go on to your parents, I’ve got to go and be an adult now,” you joked, as you stood back up, making a show of getting up, pretending as though you were that old it hurt your knees and back, further amusing them and bringing smiles back onto their faces.

“Bye Lucky,” Billy said with more enthusiasm before muttering a short goodbye to you, making you shake your head playfully as it was clear how much more he loved the dog than you, something you could understand as Lucky was such a good companion.

Your eyes followed the way Tommy ran after his brother after saying bye to you, something you regretted almost instantly as you saw Wanda greet them, her hand cradling each of their heads in a motherly manner before letting them run off inside, her head turning to look at you, as though she felt your eyes on her.

The brief eye contact made you freeze momentarily, conflicted at how to feel as the world around you seemed to fade away, the only things you were able to focus on being the way your heart started to pound in your chest and her intense green seeming to grip your attention. Staring into her gaze that held a glint of pain but also hope made you wonder whether Wanda felt this immense guilt you did when she avoided you when you first came back, your heart feeling as though it was being split into two. Despite everything, you wanted to comfort her, no matter what could happen between you both you always longed to protect and care for her and it always hurt, especially as you knew you were the reason she was hurting now, the situation between you two forever resembling two stars that never wanted to align. On the other hand, you knew you didn’t have it in you to soothe her pain, deciding to try and savour the last remnants of your heart, finding it would somehow be easier to push her away than deal with the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overpower you.

“Y/n please can we-” Wanda tried, desperation clearly lacing her tone as she took a pleading step forwards, wanting to, needing to talk to you, to try and clear the air and help navigate the feelings that were slowly suffocating her, trapping her in a place of despair.

Before she could finish her sentence, you sighed, shoulders slumping visibly for her to see, her brows drawing together as a pained expression took over her face as you stayed silent, merely offering her one last apologetic and equally broken look before turning away, walking towards your house and leaving her alone once more, a prominent ache forming in her chest.

“Please,” she whispered more to herself as you hesitated by your door, lowering your head whilst you paused before twisting your key in the lock, shutting yourself away from the other woman as her boys called for her, a despondent feeling consuming her whilst she had to force a smile to her lips, trying to put the mask back on for her family.

***

The sound of distant chatter met Wanda’s ears as she manoeuvred around the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner for everyone whilst her mind wandered elsewhere, inevitably drifting to thoughts involving you.

It was maddening to the other woman, the way you managed to consume her thoughts so regularly, how it seemed the world would have to stop for the longing in her heart for you to diminish, every fibre in her being longing for you, your presence, your laughter, simply you. You were the only thing that made her feel as though she was alive, that there was a purpose as to why her heart was beating in her chest, fluttering and melting at your actions. She hated how so many years had to pass for her to realise that she should never have tried to deny her feelings for you, to stop the love that wanted to bloom in her chest as she would gaze at you in your truck, a genuine look of happiness etched onto her features as she got lost in the moment, unbothered by the rest of the world and what she thought she had to be. She just wanted to be herself and in your presence was the only place she ever felt like she was safe enough. Even when you sat with her on your sofa that devastating night she felt safe, she felt more passion and affection in those sparing moments than over the years without you, an emptiness that brewed inside her craving your care to reminded her of how colourful life could be, like it was when you were both young, naïve and free adults with only one thought in your minds, each other.

It was apparent things would never change as you still consumed each other's thoughts, the love being replaced by haunting memories however, Wanda’s lips trembling slightly as she tried to get a grip on the emotions threatening to drown her, to force her into a spiral she didn’t want to experience. The years of pretending, lying to and berating herself fuelled her pain as she desperately tried to not let those thoughts control her once again, unable to survive in that mindset any longer, just wanting to accept that she was still normal, even if her heart wanted someone different, someone that she was told was wrong and corrupt. She wasn’t a freak, she wasn’t, she was just a victim of love was what Wanda repeated in her head, only reminding her of more confusing thoughts swarming around her head.

She loved you, she could finally say it to herself, but it was clear it wouldn’t matter as you avoided her, reluctant to cause any more pain as your feelings seemed to pass by each other at the wrong time, never quite clicking. It caused a different kind of hollow emptiness to settle in her chest, her mind dragging her down a painful trail of thoughts as she replayed that night in her mind, clinging onto anything that could offer some sort of relief to the agonising pain digging into her heart.

Cruelly, her thoughts remember the feeling of your delicate touch burning into her skin as you cupped her cheek, offering some sort of comfort to her after rejection and heartache flooded through her, gripping her heart in a manner that stripped her breath away, scared at the overwhelming feeling of pain. She could almost feel the lump that had formed in her throat, the way her lips trembled, tears spilling from her eyes as she sank into your body, desperately trying to relish in your comfort but succumbing to the agony that ripped through her chest, her soul.

The memory made her want to break down into tears once again, to let the avalanche of anxiety crash through her, knocking her over every time she managed to try and get back up but a small glimmer of hope floated through her mind, offering her a life line to cling onto.

She vividly remembers the way both of you leaned in, that intoxicating look in your eyes as you let your gaze drift to her lips, a longing look evident in them which only made it even more confusing for Wanda. She could see it in you, she was sure of it, you still loved her even after anything, it was something that tormented you forever as you said, confessing to her that you ‘had always been’ in love with her. You wanted it to work, even now. Why couldn’t things just work out? She was ready to tell you everything, to accept who she was but it wouldn’t matter, even if it was clear both of you felt the same way, your souls drawn together, it never seemed right.

Why couldn’t she just accept herself sooner? Why didn’t she realise loving you was worth any risk? Why was everything so confusing? She just wants to be able to think straight.

“Mom?” Tommy called suddenly, snapping Wanda out of her thoughts as she lifted her hand to wipe the stray tear that had spilt down her cheek, using all her courage to force a smile onto her face for the boys to see as they trudged into the kitchen, bored expressions on their faces. “Can you come and play with us please? Dad said he had a work call to take again,” he grumbles as both Billy and Tommy slump onto the stools by the kitchen island, their heads in their hands as they stare at the back of their mother, oblivious to the conflict swarming around her head.

At his words, anger seeped into Wanda’s mind as she let out a sigh, not wanting even more emotions to rage in her head at her husband's incompetence and inability to actually be a father for once, more memories from that night and the past few days filling her mind. After that argument that left her crying outside, Wanda had finally reached her tipping point, her heart unable to take anymore misery from the man, to waste any more years of her life pretending that she loved him, that she even cared for him. There was nothing left to savour between them and the last few days had only cemented the idea in her head to leave, to try and find someone else that would love her or show her some sort of affection, someone like you- No, not you, you were making that clear.

“I’m sorry but I’m a little busy Dorogoy, I’m trying to make Paprikash for dinner,” Wanda softly replies, making sure neither of the boys could sense the irritation that had brewed in her, their faces brightening at the mention of one of their favourite dishes though. Turning around to face them, she saw the disappointment briefly in their eyes from the usual dismissal from Vision, her heart clenching a little as they desperately wanted to play with someone, some joy filling them at the idea of food though, an idea entering Wanda’s mind. “Do you two want to help me make it?” She asked them, a gentle and motherly smile gracing her lips as they nodded eagerly, excited to try something new as they jumped off the seats to stand by her side, love blooming in her chest. Despite her negative feelings towards their father, the one thing she’d forever be grateful to him about was the two boys they brought into the world, her hands going to Billy’s shoulders as she instructed him on what to do, Tommy waiting to be told his job, both of them bickering on who was sous chef number one and who was sous chef number two.

Their playful chatter quickly filled the room, drowning Wanda’s incessant thoughts out of her mind as she supervised and made most of the dinner, letting the boys do simple tasks such as washing the vegetables and eventually trusting them to chop them, keeping her eyes on Tommy specifically though as he easily got distracted, the older woman not wanting him to accidentally hurt himself. It was almost as though all the emotions that were weighing her down were about to be forgotten, her boy’s making things more bearable, reminding her to enjoy the moment with them whilst a genuine smile stretched across her lips as the twins glanced up at her with a sheepish look, having knocked something off the countertop. Flour sprinkled across the floor at their mistake, simply earning a raised eyebrow from Wanda, their mother not even needing words to tell the twins it was their responsibility to clean the mess up when the sound of Vision’s laughter started echoing through to the kitchen, bringing a frown to Wanda’s face as well as the twins, the two of them looking up at her expectantly.

“Keep your eyes on the timer for me please,” she murmurs to the boys who had started to grab something to clean the floor with, their faces pulling into a brief confused look, “Shout me when there’s two minutes left, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Once the two of them nodded, she made her way into the living room to find their father, a sudden blinding rage consuming at the sight of him laid back in the armchair chatting on his phone, his smile wide as he chuckled to the person on the other end of the call, seemingly unaware of how selfish his actions were.

“God Tony, you should have seen the way Banner’s face dropped when I told him he inputted the numbers wrong,” Vision huffed out, amused at what had happened at work, his blue eyes flickering over at the movement in the corner of his eyes, drifting up Wanda’s body before meeting her green and the unimpressed and irritated look in them, a sigh escaping him which only amplified the annoyance building in her. “I’ll call you back Tony,” he muttered, having enough decency to end his conversation after meeting the look in his wife’s eyes.

“How was your work call?” Wanda coldly asked, her arms crossing over her chest as her head tilted slightly, looking down on the man who simply moved his hand to his temple, contemplating his answers as he let out a huff.

“Wanda, I’ve had a long week let’s not-” He tries, as he always does, but Wanda refuses to accept his blatant excuses, cutting him off.

“You have a ‘long week’ every week,” she dismisses, unbothered if she came across as careless or inconsiderate as she had finally had enough of his bullshit, needing to call him out and let it sit with him. “The boys were so excited to actually spend some time with you earlier, to play with their father but let me guess, talking to Tony and others was more important to you?” She states rather bluntly, his fingers moving to the bridge of his nose as he reluctantly listens to her. “Do you have any idea how much it upsets them?” Wanda asks, this time with a softer tone, trying to express the sadness it causes in their children at his constant false promises.

“Does it upset them? Or are they just upset that they haven’t gone over to Y/n’s house instead?” He questions, taking Wanda aback at the mention of you, all the thoughts from earlier flooding through her mind along with a new trail of thoughts at the annoyance in his tone. “Why can’t they just go over to her house? It’s better for everyone, they can have fun with her and I can have some quiet for once,” he mutters, earning a scoff from Wanda, her head shaking as she bites on her tongue, not wanting to start a screaming match with him tonight.

How did it ever come to this?

Before she can say a snarky remark or a bitter comment, they both hear Billy come into the living room to find Wanda, a confused and worried look appearing in his eyes making Wanda’s heart clench, her body instantly moving to comfort the boy, giving him a reassuring look before ushering him back into the kitchen, turning back to face her husband one last time, letting her thoughts clear before saying one last thing to him.

“Don’t be surprised at what happens next,” is all she says, defeated as she stares at him, trying to remember how part of her did love him at one point, only briefly as her heart only ever truly belonged to you before she turns away from him, making her way towards where her boys were, fingers finding her phone in her pocket, needing to search through her contacts for an old friend, ready to make her decision final.

It was over between them.

***

Grabbing the essentials for Lucky, you tossed the bag full of the necessities into the back of your truck, chuckling under your breath at the sight of the bundle of fluff sitting next to your feet, eager to come with you on your small journey as his tail wagged, tongue comically hanging out of his mouth.

The sun made his golden fur appear all the more angelic and adorable as you whistled for him to jump into the front seat of the vehicle, the window rolled down all the way as you quickly ran back up to check the front door was securely locked, ready to drive over to the lake to clear your mind from the thoughts that had been gnawing away at you over the last few days specifically.

You were just about to climb into the driver’s seat when you heard your name called by a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, a baffled look appearing on your face as you turned around to face the female voice, recognition appearing on your face along with confusion.

“Jen?” You eventually managed out as you stood by your car in a puzzled manner, a sense of happiness filling you at seeing an old friend from school, remembering all the crazy and entertaining science lessons the two of you shared next to each other, briefly remembering the way you nearly set part of the science lab on fire accidentally. It was still her fault in your opinion, but you weren't going to bring that up now after so many years.

“Y/n? Oh my god it really is you,” Jennifer Walter chuckled out as she approached you, walking over from Wanda’s house which you immediately noticed, not mentioning it though as you decided it wasn’t your business, despite how much it intrigued you.

“Yeah, wow it’s been a long time,” you sigh out, a little unsure of what to say as it was so surprising to see her, “What are you doing here? Wait, no, sorry, how are you first?” Your politeness earnt a smile in response as you leaned against your truck to talk to her casually, Lucky moving over to the driver’s seat and poking his head out near yours, further amusing you both.

“Good, I’ve just finished talking to Wanda about a…work thing,” she started, piquing your interest as you acted as though the words didn’t affect you that much, “So I’m currently back on business.” You nodded along to her words, listening attentively, “I need to go and check in to the hotel now though so is there any chance we could meet up another time and catch up?” Her tone was a little flustered as she looked at her watch, realising the time making you chuckle as she always seemed to be so busy, a look of concentration etched onto her face as she worked out her timings for her plans, running a little behind.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely, you still have my number right? Just message me and we’ll sort something out,” you reply, watching as she smiles gratefully at you, taking a step back as she needed to be leaving, having a work call to take at her hotel.

“Perfect! It was really nice to see you again,” She rushes out before ushering a quick goodbye at the sight of her taxi pulling up, your hand raising to wave her goodbye as you turn to get into your truck, now ready to leave to venture to the lake. Before you left though, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander over to the Maximoff house, trying to wrack your brain as to what career Jennifer would likely have gone into and figure out what they were doing, a strange, undecipherable feeling wrapping around your heart tightly. Shaking your head slightly, you tried to rid the thoughts from your mind, deciding you needed to stop thinking about her to move on, your mind focussing on reversing out of the drive and the adorable look on Lucky’s face.

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The gentle sound of paws on the wooden surface of the dock caught your attention as you stared ahead at the vast stretch of water, the way the soft blue from the sky reflected delicately in each ripple of the lake, the gentle hues of green from surrounding bushes also adding to the picturesque setting you relaxed in, Lucky joining your side. Water dripped from his darkened fur, the golden tufts on his chin soaking wet as he held the tennis ball in his mouth next to you, tail wagging with enthusiasm as he impatiently waited for you to throw it again, his calm but also joyful demeanour always comforting to you.

With a smile on your face, you pushed yourself up onto your feet to throw the ball properly for the dog, taking the soaking ball and using all your strength to toss it as far into the lake as you could, watching as he leapt off the dock and splashed into the water, paddling over to chase the desired item.

Flopping back down onto the wood, you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to listen to the peaceful atmosphere and the world of nature around you, birds occasionally chirping, the splashing from Lucky, and the wind gently rustling the bushes around you to distract your thoughts but it was inevitable that enticing green would consume your mind.

Everything simply hurt. You felt broken once again, your heart felt as though it was bleeding anguish into your veins with everything you did, every choice you made as it never seemed to be the right one, it always ended up in pain and suffering that somehow seemed to have layers, finding new ways to torment you.

There was the initial pain from that night which plagued your mind, an incomprehensible amount of guilt flooding through you for destroying you both in ways you couldn’t describe, for being scared. You tried to justify your reasons, to convince yourself that you were protecting yourself for once, for trying to do something that would help you rather than others as you never seemed to care enough about yourself, a flaw that always came back to terrorise you. You were tired of always being the fool, the one who always ended up being broken or knocked down, so you tried to spare yourself the misery but it seemed that no matter what you would end up suffering, life forever playing a cruel joke on you.

You hated how pain also bloomed slowly, like a rose unfolding its petals, taking over your consciousness one thorn at a time as other agonising thoughts pestered you, making you question everything. You resented the guilt for hurting her, for supposedly being there to comfort her and making things worse, for avoiding her and leaving her to imagine the worst like you did when you returned. You loathed how yet, after everything, you still had hope for something, anything with her.

An annoyed sigh spilt from your lips as your hands moved to your eyes, anxiety trickling down your spine at your stupidity as your thoughts wandered down the wrong path, unable to stop yourself. That was your issue when it involved Wanda, no matter what you couldn’t stop your love for her, it was inescapable, you couldn’t get away from the memory of you both leaning in, her eyes conveying something different, something more. It was a look you had wanted to see every time she was with you, every time you spent intimately together in your truck, on this very dock, in the lake swimming with each other and pulling one another closer, it was all you ever wanted, to be looked at with love, and you threw it all away because your heart was too weak.

No, you didn’t throw anything away, there was nothing there. You had to believe this, believe that there was no chance of anything as you couldn’t carry on living like this, tortured by love for eternity. You were wrong, you had to be, you had to move on, that’s why you pulled back. It was the right thing to do, even if it hurt her, the two of you had to stop whatever this was between you, you had to let go.

Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you desperately tried to build the courage up once again to let her go, to spend the time restitching your heart together at the gaping wound that would be left there, but you struggled to do so, drained from all the conflicting and confusing thoughts that had gnawed away at your sanity already.

Why couldn’t it just stop?

Almost on cue to save you from your inner turmoil, Lucky reappeared at your side with the tennis ball, the item plopping to the wood and rolling towards you as the dog panted, almost smiling at you and oblivious to how much comfort he provided you with, your fingers threading through his wet fur. You were just about to murmur something to the dog playfully, a weak smile growing on your lips as your thoughts still pressed heavily on your mind, when a sudden bark left his lips, his head snapping over to the side, causing your eyes to follow his alert gaze.

Nerves instantly consumed your body at the sight of a familiar figure at the end of the path, Wanda’s face twisting into shock and confusion whilst her body halted, a tension immediately filling the air as you both held the gaze, unsure of what to do.

Wanda had only come here to clear her mind after speaking to Jennifer regarding her situation with Vision, usually coming up to the Lake to either remember the happy memories that filled her mind and warmed her heart of your time together or to simply lose herself in the tranquillity of nature, not wanting to think. She didn’t expect to see you or that conflicted look engraved on her face that pulled on the strings of her heart, her face softening as neither of you wanted to make the first move.

When it became too much, your eyes getting lost in the swirls of green you’d forever remember, you turned your head away rather abruptly to break the gaze, moving your hand to cover your face for a moment, desperately trying to gather yourself together.

What was she doing here? You couldn’t take it. You didn’t want to end up getting hurt again, to feel your heart break anymore. You wouldn’t survive. You needed to get out of there.

Pushing yourself to your feet a little unsteadily, your fingers twitched subconsciously by your side as you felt anxiety and panic clawing its way up your throat in a manner you hated, your mind filling with claustrophobic thoughts as you called for Lucky to follow you, wanting to escape. You felt vulnerable under her gaze like this, something you struggled with as this was why you constantly cared for others more than yourself, you couldn’t face your own feelings, you couldn’t face reality and truly let the sorrows of your life sink in, pulling you under.

At the distress on your face, Wanda wanted to comfort you, to pull you into her arms and let the warmth of your connection settle you both but she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do, her own heart splitting into two as she couldn’t decide what to do. This was her chance, her chance to tell you everything, to confess, but the look on your face implied that you couldn’t handle it, your body gradually getting closer to hers, to pass her by, to leave her alone again. It was in the brief eye contact that you made as you somehow managed to keep moving without breaking down that Wanda saw a glint of something in your eyes, dread consuming her at the broken expression on your face as you looked at her, conveying without words that this would be the last time you saw her. It flooded memories of the day you left her the first time, that same glimmer appearing in your eyes making Wanda react, her hand reaching out for yours, not quite letting you let go just yet.

“Y/n wait, please,” she pleaded, desperation dripping from her shaky tone, the feeling of her finger tips wrapping around your arm sending sparks through your body, almost making you gasp at the intensity of it. “Please can we talk?” She tries, but all you can do is stare at where she holds you, another memory flooding your mind.

“Wanda wait,” you rush out as the other woman walks towards the end of the dock, ready to get into your truck for you to take her home, the stars shining bright above you both, the moon reflecting off the lake. The two of you had spent all day together, getting lost in the moment, unable to stop laughing and feel that gentle warmth envelope your chest in that tender manner every time you locked eyes, a nervousness building in you for the whole day as you planned to confess everything to her.

Your hand reached out to hers, gently grasping her wrist, halting her and encouraging her to turn around to face you, her green filled with confusion but also curiosity, her smile casual and affectionate as you search for words.

“I…You make me feel…um,” you stammer out, unsure of how to phrase it as the countless scenarios that played in your head started to merge together, causing you to feel lost as you tried to navigate your heart, gazing into her eyes and letting her soothe you, taking a deep breath. Her brows furrow at your words, the gentle glow of the moon illuminating her features, giving her this angelic and radiant look as you lost yourself in her beauty, awestruck by her and unable to form any words. Instead of stumbling over your words again, you try a different approach, slowly moving your hand up to her face to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, a blush forming on her cheeks as she hesitates, your movements slowing as you gauge her reaction.

When she doesn’t pull away or give you any indication to stop, you step closer to her, giving her all the time she needed to tell you to stop, to not cross that line but she doesn’t, letting you lean in closer to her till your lips ghost one another, needing that last little bit of encouragement to kiss her for the first time.

If only you had known that kiss meant something different to her.

“I can’t,” is all you can croak out, voice raw with emotion and it shocked Wanda to see you so vulnerable, usually able to be the more composed one out of the two of you, signalling to her how heartbroken you truly were, her green expressing the guilt and regret filling her for being part of your pain. “It’s just going to hurt me, I-I can’t take it anymore,” you continue, regrettably meeting her gaze and conveying all of your emotions in a single look, almost stealing Wanda’s breath away at the intensity of it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, voice delicate but wavering at the emotions flooding through her, her mouth opening and closing as she hesitates, trying to read your expression as you simply gaze at her. “I don’t,” she reiterates, trying to reassure you as you pull your hand away from her, teetering on the edge of making the decision to walk away, to leave her in the past for good. “I just…” she starts, trailing off as she lets her gaze flicker down to how your feet shuffle slightly, seeming to want to move, prompting her to confess, needing to tell you at least once, even if it was too late. “I love you.”

The world around you faded away instantly at her words, leaving you to focus solely on her, the way hope but also desperation filled her features, an anxious look glimmering in them as she waited to you react but you couldn’t, you just froze to the spot, unable to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that crashed through you, clouding your judgement.

You were supposed to be walking away from her, letting her go and moving on. You were supposed to be accepting that it was over, not letting yourself cling onto false hope, to let yourself believe again. It hadn’t ended well before, who’s to say it would work this time? Yet you still couldn’t will yourself to leave, unable to resist her as you had craved to hear those words spill from her lips for most of your life, the words replaying in your mind like a drug.

“I love you, I always have,” Wanda continues, sensing your confliction as you still, eyes flickering away from her momentarily before back to her green, looking for the honesty and sincerity lacing each delicate swirl you fell for in the first place, “I’m sorry it took me so long to say. I…I was just scared to say it, to admit it to myself that I was but I can’t keep pretending that you don’t mean everything to me. It’s always been you, I’m sorry for never seeing that.”

At her confession, you think your heart has actually physically split into two, a broken sigh escaping you as the overwhelming feelings crash down on you like a tidal wave, sweeping you under and submerging you into despair and desperation, confused about everything that was happening inside your chest and head.

Love and happiness consumed part of you, wrapping tenderly around your heart that pounded in your chest, trying to soothe you as the words gradually settled in your mind, sinking in and amplifying the hope that was building within you at every second that passed by. Your eyes held her nervous gaze, meeting the honesty, care and affection that overflowed from her green, desperately trying to convey every single ounce of love she had for you, a love that defies descriptions at how intense it was. She loved you, it was something you had waited over a decade to hear, to ring around in your head as relief tried to bloom through you, to console you and help a smile stretch across your lips but a shadow of fear crept over your mind, clouding your judgement momentarily.

Doubts picked away at every single thought you had, over analysing her words as fear ran down your spine uncomfortably, briefly appearing in your eyes making the other woman’s brows furrow, confused as to how hope swiftly diminished in your gaze, turning to something more haunting. How did you know she was telling the truth? That she wouldn’t run away as soon as those thoughts came back to terrorise her, to destroy her. You didn’t want to be something disposable again, you wanted to be the person she came home to, the person who made her feel as though the world would fade away whilst you were together, to make happiness flood through with merely a glance, you wanted to be her lover.

At your silence, dread starts to amplify the uneasy feeling in Wanda as she pressingly tries to figure out your thoughts, to untangle the onslaught of emotions flashing across your features.

“Please say something,” she begs, the fear in her voice evident as she desperately hopes that you would say something, anything to her. She didn’t care if you screamed at her, broke her heart again and confirmed that she was too late, she just wanted something, the lack of response somehow worse than anything else.

“How…How do I know you aren’t going to change your mind?” Eventually, the words leave your lips, tone hesitant and broken as you want her to answer you honestly, needing her response to help you make your final decision of whether you were going to leave. You were giving her one last chance, unable to deny her as always.

“I won’t,” she replies without hesitation, getting her determination and point across as she reaches her hand out for yours subconsciously, wanting to assure you she meant everything she was saying, the words coming from the deepest parts of her. “I’m never going to make that mistake again,” she continues, searching your gaze as you listen attentively. “I’m.. I’m divorcing Vision,” she sighs out, your eyes widening momentarily, the words filling you with a sudden hope, part of you actually believing that this could be the moment where you finally click, your feelings not clashing but finally becoming in tune with one another. “I never wanted to be with him, I just thought it’s what I had to do, what everyone wanted from me,” she whispers out, finally getting it off her chest, causing your features to soften as you knew how far her internalised homophobia festered, so hearing her actually say the words ignited something in you, the fear dissipating from your veins. She’d finally admitted it.

“Do you remember Jennifer Walter?” She asks, wanting to give you proof that her decision was made, that she wasn’t going to turn her back on you anymore. At her words, your brows instantly furrow, confused as to why she had named your old friend, letting her continue as you manage to nod in response, “She’s a lawyer now, she’s helping me get the divorce started,” the words making the earlier meeting with Jennifer make sense, realisation etched onto your features as green continue to gaze at you, one of her hands sliding into yours, the touch electric as both of you seem to instantly relax a little at the contact, warmth spreading through your hands.

“That’s why she was at your house,” you murmur out to simply voice your thoughts, the pads of your fingers brushing one another tenderly, the feeling natural despite how long it had been, your gaze flickering down to the sight, savouring the peace it brought you before lifting your gaze back up to see her nod her head. The confirmation seems to trigger something in you, the fact she was actually changing, actively trying to become the person she had always wanted to be, brewed something deep inside you, easing your nerves slightly which was mirrored in the way you searched her green. The fact you don’t reject her touches gives Wanda hope along with the glint in your eyes, the nerves seeming to settle as an intimate atmosphere wraps around the two of you like an embrace, twelve years of longing expressed in simple looks.

“I know I don’t deserve it but please give me one last chance,” she pleads, your fingers interlocking, mirroring how your souls seemed to entwine, a small sigh leaving you after, despite all the thoughts begging you to leave, you knew you were still going to follow your heart. It always belonged to her. “I want to try properly this time, I want to make this work. I want us to work,” she murmurs and you can feel yourself being freed from most of your insecurities and the fear holding you back, a soft smile gradually stretching across your lips as relief consumes you entirely.

“Promise me you wont hurt me again,” you whisper softly, lifting your free hand to cup her cheek, her eyes glossing over in consolation as she melts into your touch, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

“I promise, I never wanted to hurt you, I just… It took me too long to realise you were all I ever wanted, the only person I wanted to love,” Wanda confesses, cherishing the way your hand feels against her skin, the sheer amount of comfort it provided to you both, the warmth that flooded through you both at the electric touch, the fact that such a simple action could arise such emotions stirring something in her. This was all she ever wanted, to feel loved, to feel loved by you again. “I want to make up for everything, to love you the way I've always dreamed of loving you. Please tell me I’m not too late.”

“You certainly took your time,” you whispered in a slight tease, attempting to ease the moment as it was emotionally intense, a small chuckle escaping her, making you remember how much you had missed that noise as it blessed your ears, your finger delicately brushing over her red tinted cheek, admiring the woman. “My heart has always been yours Wanda, I’ve never stopped loving you,” you confess in an intimate murmur, a sudden happiness enveloping you as you smile at her, realising that finally you had both confessed your feelings, the yearning you had both endured building up for this exact moment, clouding your mind with the thought of her.

Your eyes flickered down to her lips, her eyes mimicking the action and gazing longingly at yours, the feeling of your fingers caressing her skin intoxicating, the way your gaze flicker up to have one last intimate gaze addictive, you couldn’t get enough of each other. Without even realising it, the two of you leaned in closer, your head tilting marginally as your lips ghost hers, ready to slot over them and let years of passion consume you both, memories of the many kisses you had shared filtering through your mind as you try to savour the moment.

Inevitably, your lips met into a tender, loving and passionate kiss, the action saying more than a thousand words but most importantly the three that mattered- I love you. It was breath taking, the intimacy of the kiss as your lips pressed against once another, igniting sparks within each other as the melody of your love played a song of tenderness and affection in your hearts, letting peace wash over you both. It was a kiss that felt like more than simply mending your broken bond, an embrace that healed and reconciled the two of you, it was the start of something new, something to base a new relationship off and cherish as you looked to the future, wanting to tackle it together.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered against your lips at the two of you parted, foreheads leaning against each other as you felt her gentle breaths tickle your face, your eyes fluttered shut as you took in everything you could about the moment, her hand in yours, body pressed against you, lips brushing yours as she uttered the words that filled your mind.

“Say it again,” you sigh out, wanting to and needing to hear her say it again, and again, and again as you were addicted to the sound of those words spilling from her lips, almost as much as you were intoxicated by the way her lips perfectly met yours.

“I. Love. You,” she punctuated every word with a kiss that somehow was filled with more care, more affection as she continued to pour everything she felt towards you into the intimate moment, drowning you both in happiness as your souls intertwined, your bodied forever pulled to one another. “It’s always been you, only you,” Wanda murmurs as you both pull back once more, your eyes gently fluttering open to meet her enticing gaze, the shades of green almost making you fall for her all over again.

Smiles tugged at both of your lips as you lost yourselves in each other, your features softening before you press a kiss to her forehead, letting everything finally sink in your mind whilst you embraced like lovers.

You knew that your love wasn’t easy, it hadn't been so far and there were bound to be times when it was rough again, but it was a battle you were ready to fight for, even if it was against the world. Distance, time and the fears you both shared had already halted your story together but you fought bravely, tirelessly for it because you knew that your love was worth every struggle.

It always would be.

She always would be.

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I want to apologise once more for the delay in getting this chapter out but I hope it was worth it as they finally got their happy ending <3

I hope you have enjoyed their story as much as I have and I really hope this ending was alright for everyone as I really struggled with it (both planning and writing)

I want to thank you all for your support on this fic and my others as I can’t express how much you all mean to me, especially this year as it has personally been so difficult for me. I will forever be grateful to you all and I hope you know it!

This is sadly the end of the official story but my plan is to write an epilogue style final chapter which would involve smut (as I know that’s what most people want) but it’s up to you guys on which you’d rather it be!

1- A smut chapter of their first time after getting back together.

2- A smut chapter a few months after Wanda has finally divorced Vision and the Reader and Wanda both live together now (I’ll send the twins to Pietro’s don’t worry)

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3

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xxepherr · 1 day ago

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.ೃ࿐NEW YEARS | MV1

summary — in which two strangers are each other’s new years kiss

pairings — max verstappen x named!fem!oc

pronouns — she/her

word count — 1143

note — i wrote this last year for new years on wattpad it’s probably not that great but. she has a name here for the sake of the plot

THE PARTY WAS LOUD.

everly had lost her friend, bella, that had brought her here hours ago, and in the time since, she had just been awkwardly hanging around the kitchen. she didn't know a single person at this party, with the guy whose place it was being one of bella's childhood friends.

from what she had worked out, it was a place max verstappen owned outside monte carlo. it was a two-storey house with a large front yard, a house that she was almost certain was just for parties.

she'd heard of him before, but then again, who hadn't? he had just won his third world championship a month ago, and bella talked about him quite a bit because they used to kart together forever ago now.

but bella had gone off with her boyfriend, and so everly was people-watching instead . . . and keeping a mental tally of the amount of couples she had witnessed grossly and clumsily make out, and of those who she had watched absolutely stack it on the tiled floor.

"are you gatekeeping my kitchen?"

her eyes blew a wide. blinking a few times, she composed herself before spinning to face who the voice belonged to. she had to tilt her head back the tiniest bit to face max verstappen, who was a lot closer than she had anticipated.

max had on a black button-up shirt on, with a good portion of the buttons undone. he was clearly a couple of drinks in, not drunk, but not exactly sober to the point where she could faintly smell bourbon lingering from him.

"uh," she stupidly stumbled over her words. taking a step back, she found herself flush against the bench behind her. "well— no . . . sorry?"

he chuckled, absentmindedly leaning one hand against the counter beside where her body was. "relax. i'm fucking with you." he then reached past her for whichever the first bottle he could grab was: a stray beer that was the only one left from the case she had seen there half an hour ago. "i'm max."

"it's hard to not know who you are, if i'm honest," she shrugged, trying to ignore that, even though there was space between them, that he was still close.

because yeah, sue her for getting flustered at how close an attractive and very successful dutchman was to her.

"but i didn't get your name," his smile left her shamefully breathless. damn it. "i bet it's something pretty, maybe like a flower."

she snorted at the irony. "try a wild pig," she gave into the little space between them, leaning back fully against the counter with her forearms. "everly," she said at his confused look, "google says it's associated with a boar in a woodland clearing."

"okay," max laughed, "maybe not a flower . . . but i'm sure woodland clearings are pretty."

"don't worry, i'm sure that line you used will work on someone with a nicer name," she giggled. "but it's nice to meet you, max."

"and you, everly," his accent, although lighter than it once had been, rolled over his words almost soothingly amidst the loud chaos of his house. "you do look really lonely though, especially this close to midnight."

everly's eyes flickered to the clock on the oven over his shoulder. 11:58. had time already passed that quick? her and bella had arrived at the house at 8:30pm, and everly had been in the kitchen for most of it. tragic.

"two minutes until 2024," she hummed aloud before her eyes found his own again. his eyes were a dark blue in the darker lighting, a shade near lapis lazuli. "it feels like the year went so quick."

"yeah," max ran a hand through his hair, "tell me about it." he took a sip from the beer bottle he was holding by the neck before offering it to her.

she grimaced, "beer is so gross," she said, "thanks though."

"fair enough," he nodded, setting the bottle down on the counter. he turned slightly to look over his shoulder, only to notice the same oven clock displaying the time.

one minute to midnight.

"everyone's running around trying to find their partners," he chuckled lowly. "y'know, the kiss and all."

"not surprised," everly snuck a glance behind her. everyone indeed was running around, just as he had said. "i never understood it."

"yeah?" he asked.

"yeah," she agreed. "like, what if you start the year off kissing someone and then you break up with them later that year or something. i don't know . . ."

"that's why you should kiss someone you barely know," he suggested casually, shifting a little closer to her. "that way there's less risk."

"you think so?" she hadn't really ever thought about it like that. then again, she had never really been in any kind of relationship around new year's eve. she wasn't the best at long-term relationships.

"i guess so," max shrugged. through the chaotic party music was suddenly counting, a countdown from ten.

ten.

"you might be right," everly mirrored his shrug.

nine.

she noticed him shift a little closer, and it wasn't like she could really move; her back was to the counter.

eight.

"why not try it?"

seven.

"try what— the kiss?" she questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

six.

"we barely know each other," max was so casual it had her head spinning.

five.

"so why the fuck not?" he continued. "unless you're uncomfortable."

four.

she searched his eyes for something that could give her a firm enough reason to say no, hoping it would help her grasp onto whatever remaining restraint she had left.

three.

but she found nothing. nothing.

two.

without thinking much further, she moved her arms from behind her up to around his neck. his hands were slightly cold against the bare skin that her bustier didn't cover, the condensation of the beer bottle sending shivers across her body.

"yeah?" he asked, trying to make sure she was comfortable.

one.

"yeah," everly confirmed, closing the gap between them two connect their lips.

"happy new year!"

everly found herself giggling as she pulled back from the brief kiss with max. he looked amused too, his eyes doing all the speaking for him.

he made the next move, pressing his lips against hers with a lot more need this time. everly melted a lot quicker than she cared to admit, melting into his hold and returning the kiss back in full in the middle of the kitchen.

she broke away first with a soft gasp when his teeth grazed her lip. forehead pressed against his own, she whispered, "happy new year, max," just loud enough to be heard over the celebrations around them.

"happy new year, everly." but there was something in his eyes that spoke volumes louder than their surroundings: that this was only the start of something new, not the end.

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glamourscat · 3 days ago

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you’re now my new friend so im gonna complain about some fans🤭🤭🤭

THE OTHER THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS tim isn’t weak????? its canon damian says “drake is stronger than i like to admit” or something like that but the idea is that tim is canonically strong i mean cmon he’s a bat??? i saw something that another writer wrote and i really don’t want to disrespect but she(?) wrote something like tim couldn’t do the ‘jacked and kind’ trend. HE CAN HE HAVE TO IF HE COULD NOT HOW CAN HE BE A BAT HE HAVE TO BE STRONG

and he’s really smart like i don’t even now how to say it but its conan bruce think tim can even be smarter than him and damian says tim is the smartest!!!

i mean i get it tim isn’t the most popular robin but he’s really great but tiktok and tumblr makes him look like an idiot who’s just soft??? HE IS NOT his story is really interesting if you just read instead of making him look like some weak thing.

and bcz of the misinformation people just don’t like tim😭😭😭😭

and i don’t even want to talk about coffee addiction LIKE PLS STOP THIS MADNESS

ps:i probably made grammer mistakes sorry🙏🏼 AND i would like to send some asks when im more awake😭😭😭 it’s 3am rn

Don’t worry about it ahaha. Me and grammatical errors are like this 🤝🏻. Also, if you’re comfortable with it, let’s be moots 😭. I honestly need more people to yap with about Tim.

and yes ofc! Feel free to send more asks about Tim whenever u wish :)

Now, onto what you said. YES, YES, AND YES AGAIN. Thank you! I’m going to be honest here, I think Tim’s mischaracterization as “weak” boils down to the fact that many people see him as a twink……. The amount of art, both drawn and written, where he is depicted as this frail little thing that can’t think for himself and is weak and shy is too big. I mean, are we looking at the same character?

When I see people butchering Tim’s character, it’s clear to me that they haven’t read the comics. I’m not saying you need to read ALL of them—that’s just absurd considering the number of runs there are. Just the main ones could be beneficial. You know, having a general idea about the character.

He was trained by Bruce (and we know Bruce’s training is anything but easy), Nightwing and lastly, Lady Shiva herself. He has mastered many unarmed styles of fighting, including Leopard Kung Fu, Savate, Judo, Capoeira, Karate, Dragon Kung Fu, and Bojutsu.

He might not be a tank like Jason (side note: let’s remember Jason is the way he is thanks to the Lazarus Pit, because he was malnourished growing up, which stunted his growth). Just because Tim isn’t ripped and has a leaner build doesn’t mean he is weak. Nor does it mean he is stupid. His IQ is 142, and he is cited as the most analytical of Batman’s proteges, with detective skills on par with Batman himself. Like you said, BRUCE HIMSELF says he believes Tim is smarter than him in some ways.

And on the coffee addiction—that’s so funny to me because, if I’m not wrong, he drank coffee ONE time in canon, someone made it his personality, and everyone ran with it 😭.

I just can’t. Honestly, Tim is a skater boy. A punk at heart, who listens to bands like Oasis and Green Day. He is absolutely obsessive at times, loud and opinionated. He is a child prodigy and grew up rather isolated. Then his mother died. He and his father got into deep arguments because of his job as Robin. He stopped, then started again. His father died, and he found his father’s dead body while wearing his Robin uniform. He escaped Bruce for about a month, forging a fake adoption certificate from a FAKE uncle he made up because he didn’t want to be taken in by Bruce.

He feels like he is a burden and still keeps that sentiment, which was incremented when Damian joined the family and took his spot as Robin, leaving Tim feeling hopeless. He became Red Robin, lost his best friend (or something more) and went absolutely insane trying to clone him. He can’t handle loss for shit. The same thing happened in his Red Robin run where he ignored both Nightwing and Steph, who tried to stop him from following his unhinged plan of finding Bruce, who was presumed dead but Tim thought was alive. To save his loved ones, he willingly jumped from a building while injured, almost dying.

This, in my eyes, is anything but weak.

He is my unhinged bisexual gremlin. Love him so much

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winchesterwild78 · 3 days ago

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The Art of Not Saying "I Love You" pt 2

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy, Ben x Reader, other characters from The Boys

Warnings: Angst, language, SMUT! (all sorts of fun, unprotected sex-cover it up people), violence

A/N: This chapter starts breaking down the enemy part of our reader and Ben. Also, Tom is a dick 😂 Not sure if I’m going to write another chapter after this. I might have one more for this one.

I do not own the rights to the characters in this story. This does not follow The Boys timeline, and is a work of fiction.

All work is my own, please don’t take it or use it without permission. Reblogs and Likes are always welcome.

Written and edited fast, please overlook any errors.

Minors DNI 18+

I ordered room service but couldn’t eat anything. My stomach was in knots. Ben’s words echoed in my head, “He was with his wife. They have a 5 year old son and she’s pregnant.”

I felt sick. I’d been dating, and sleeping with a married man. Now I understood why he never stayed and why he’d never let me go to his place.

I felt so stupid and used. Now Ben knew and I’m sure he was just loving this. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a shaky breath.

Turning on my phone I called Tom. I had no idea what I was going to say.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you okay? Butcher and Annie are looking for you. I’ve tried to call a million times.” Tom’s voice made my stomach turn as soon as I heard it.

My heart pounded, “Is it true?” Was all I could manage to get out.

“Yes, baby. We’ve all been worried sick.” I scoffed, “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about your wife and son, and let’s not forget your unborn child.”

The line was silent. “Ben told you, didn’t he? Stupid bastard. I told him I’d tell you.”

“Oh no! Don’t you fucking blame him for this. You’re the fucking liar who cheated on his PREGNANT wife with me!”

“Baby, I swear I can explain.” “Ha! There’s nothing to explain. You’re married with kids and lied to me. That seems pretty cut and dry to me.”

“It’s not that simple. Vicky and I were having problems and I met you at the bar. Things happened and I fell in love with you.”

“No, Tom. You don’t know what love is. This, what we had isn’t love. It’s wrong and it’s over. Lose my number and don’t contact me again.”

“Baby please don’t do this.” He pleaded.

“I’m not your baby, Tom.”

“Fine, go ahead and throw this away. Go fuck Soldier Boy. I know you’re dying to. It’s obvious he wants my sloppy seconds.”

“You know what Tom, I might just do that. I bet he can actually give me an orgasm!”

“Fuck you! You know nobody is going to love you like I did. You’re damaged, fat and pathetic, you know that.”

“Okay, Tom. I’d rather be damaged than a fucking cheater. Enjoy what’s left of your marriage.”

I hung up and could feel the anger rise in me. I tried to call Annie and Butcher but they didn’t answer.

I took a deep breath and called Ben. “Hey doll face. Are you okay?”

“Not really, but I will be. Ben, I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you.”

“Hey, where are you?” I bit my lip. I knew what would happen if I told him. He’d come to me. Part of me wanted it, but another part was still so angry at him.

“I’m at the Park Avenue hotel, room 233.” “I’m on my way, sweetheart.” “Okay” I whispered.

My heart fluttered in my chest at the sound of him calling me “sweetheart”. I liked it a little too much.

A few minutes later there was a pounding on the door. Swinging the door open I saw Ben. He looked so tired but relieved.

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot.

His lips were on mine in an instant. I moaned into his mouth. He started kissing down my neck, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

I didn’t say anything. I wanted him to keep going.

“You have to tell me to stop, because once we cross this line we aren’t going back.”

“Ben, don’t stop, please. I need you.”

His hand found the hem of my shirt, lifted it up and pulled it over my head.

His lips back on my body as his kisses left a tail of fire on my skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hands slid to my back and unhooked my bra. My breasts sprang free from the confines of the material and Ben licked and sucked each nipple.

My skin, my body was on fire. He gently laid me back on the bed and removed his shirt. I bit my lip and clenched my thighs together at the sight before me.

He climbed on the bed, legs between my thighs and he hovered over my body. His hands trailing down my body to the waistband of my pants. His green eyes, dark with lust, looked at me and I nodded. Hooking his fingers in my pants he pulled them off. Leaving me in nothing but my panties.

He stood, and removed his pants and his boxers. I licked my lips when I saw his long, thick cock spring out of his boxers. “Fuck” I whispered.

He smirked, “Like what you see sweetheart?” I nodded, “Yes, I need to taste you.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Are you sure you can handle it?” I nodded eagerly. I leaned up, took his length in my hand and guided the pink, swollen tip to my mouth.

I licked every inch of him from the tip, down the veiny shaft and to the base. Pulling moans from Ben’s lips. I licked back up his shaft and opened my, taking every inch in.

Ben’s hands went into my hair, gripping and pushing his hips further into me. His cock so long it gagged me a bit, but I was able to adjust to his size.

As I pulled back, my tongue swirled around his shaft. “Fuck sweetheart, that feels incredible.” He moaned as he pushed my head back down.

I hummed with him in my mouth and he groaned, loudly.

The pornographic sounds filling the room were soaking my panties. The wet sound of me sucking him and the grunts and groans falling from his lips were absolutely sinful in the best way.

His hips slammed his cock deeper in my throat. “Fuck!” He pulled me off, “Sorry sweetheart I was about to cum down that pretty little throat of yours and I’m not done with you yet.”

I wiped the saliva and precum from my lips and Ben kissed me, deeply. He helped me lay back on the bed and he spread my legs. He smirked, “Damn baby, your panties are soaked. All this from sucking me.” He hooked my panties in his fingers and pulled them off.

Taking his thick, calloused fingers he slid them in between my folds, pulling a moan from my lips.

“You’re so fucking wet, darlin’. You’re ready for me aren’t you?” I nodded. My body ached for him.

His large hands parted my thighs as he slid down. “I need to taste you, make you cum on my face before I give you a proper fucking.”

I bit my lip. His tongue and fingers went to work on my pussy. His tongue swirled, sucked and lapped at my swollen clit as his fingers pushed in and out of my pussy.

My hips arched off the bed with each thrust and lick. I was overstimulated but not stimulated enough. My mind was a mess and I was starting to understand why all those women looked so fucked out when he finished with them.

Ben was a sex god, and right now he was mine. “Mmm, look at you. So flushed and ready to cum. You want to cum, baby?” I babbled something incoherent and nodded. He smirked, “Cum then.”

My body responded to his demand. I screamed his name and arched my body off the bed. It felt like I was floating. I had never cum like this before. It was amazing and I wanted it again.

Ben kept working my bundle of nerves again. My legs were trying to close, but he pushed them open. “I’m not done with you yet. I know you have another one there. Cum for me baby girl.”

Without warning I was coming again. My body was overstimulated and I was breathing hard. “Ben, please. I need you.”

Ben leaned up, kissed my lips softly and nodded. He pumped himself a few times and lined up with my dripping wet entrance.

He slowly pushed in. I grabbed the sheets and then his shoulders. “Relax baby.” He whispered in my ear. Kissing my lips as he slowly pushed every inch of himself in me. His thick cock stretched me in the most delicious way.

Ben rested his head in the crook of my neck, “Damn you feel incredible, so tight.” Ben leaned up and slowly pulled himself out of me. I could feel every inch moving in and out.

It was the most incredible feeling I’d ever felt. My hands gripped his shoulders with each thrust. I’d secretly imagined how this would feel, but nothing prepared me for this.

I’d heard Ben when he was with other women. He was always fast and hard, satisfying both him and her, but this was different. He wasn’t in a hurry. Ben was savoring every second we spent together.

Ben changed position a little bit, he was on his knees and took my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and his hips slammed into mine.

“Look at you, so fucked out, so beautiful and mine.” I bit my lip, “Yes, Ben. Yours.”

That spurred him on because he slammed into me. His grunts and thrusts louder, faster. “I want to coat your pretty insides with my hot seed. Fuck a baby into you.” His words took me by surprise, Ben was always so careful when he had sex. Otherwise he’d have hundreds of kids running around.

Just as his words hit me I felt it. His release inside me, coating my walls. His thrusts ragged as he emptied himself in me.

I felt his cock stop twitching and he slid out of me. Some of his cum spilled on the sheets. Ben walked to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and came back to clean us both up.

This took me by complete surprise. I never would have thought the infamous Soldier Boy was into aftercare. Once I was clean and so was he, Ben pulled me into his arms.

Placing a soft kiss on my forehead, “Damn that was better than I imagined.” My heart thumped in my chest. I nodded, “Yeah, that was incredible, Ben.”

He lifted my chin and kissed my lips. We laid in silence for a while, then Ben spoke first.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from Tom.” I looked confused, “Ben, it wasn’t your fault. You and I just met. How could you have known Tom was married?” “I knew something was off when he refused to stay with you and you’d never been at his place. I should have said something.”

I placed my hand on his chest, “Ben, honestly I don’t think I would have believed you. You told me when you found out, so that’s what matters.” “I should have snapped his neck when I saw him.” I shook my head, “No, Ben. His wife was there and you would have gone to jail. He’s not worth it.”

I laid in his arms and thought about the conversation Tom and I had on the phone. “I did confront him, you know.” Ben looked down at me, “I’m glad.”

I told Ben what Tom said about Ben taking his sloppy seconds, then I told him what he said about me. Ben was pissed, “What a fucking pussy. If I see him again I’m going to kick his ass.”

“Ben, he’s not worth it.” “He might not be, but you sure as hell are.” My heart fluttered in my chest.

Shit! Don’t do it. Don’t fall for him. He doesn’t have long relationships. You’ll only end up hurt and alone.

A few hours later I woke up alone. My heart sank. I rolled over and could still smell him on the pillow he was laying on.

Looking over I saw a note. My heart beat wildly in my chest as I took it in hand.

Y/N,

Come home.

-B

“Home” A smile spread across my face. I grabbed my stuff and started to head back to the apartment. Maybe he could have a relationship with me.

Ben’s POV

I look down and see her sleeping peacefully in my arms. God she’s so beautiful. How could anyone ever hurt her?

Brushing the hair out of her face I placed a soft kiss on her lips. I slid out of bed and wrote her a note telling her to come home.

Pulling on my clothes I left as quietly as I could. Walking out in the cool air I could still smell her perfume and shampoo on me. Then I saw him. Walking down the sidewalk all smug.

What he did to her, said to her played in my head and an anger rose in me. I could feel my chest burning hot, glowing. I tried to breathe to calm down, but seeing him holding hands with another woman just set me off.

Before I knew what I was doing I walked up to him, grabbed him by his throat and pinned him to the wall.

The woman with him screamed. “You stupid son of a bitch! You have another one?!” The woman begged me to let him go, I turned and looked at her, “Doll I’d leave this one alone. He’s married and has two kids.” She looked at Tom and gasped. She walked away.

“Now where was I?! How dare you call her damaged, fat, and pathetic!” I punched him in the face. He yelped in pain. A crowd gathered around us, a smirk tugging at my face.

“Please, stop. I’m sorry.” Tom begged. Y/N’s face, tears and pain played in my head. I just kept punching him.

“Ben! Stop!” A deep voice came from behind me. I turned, it was Butcher. “Do you know what this son of a bitch did, Butcher? What he did to Y/N?!” He placed a hand on my shoulder, “Yes, Ben I know, but this isn’t going to solve anything.”

I released Tom and he fell to the ground. “You better bet glad he showed up.” Tom stood up and scampered off.

Reader’s POV

Walking back into the apartment was strange. There was a heaviness to the air, a tension between Butcher and Ben. “Hey sweet pea.” Butcher said as he pulled me into a hug. “Hey.” I looked over at Ben, he couldn’t look at me. A pang of sadness stabbed my heart. “Welcome home, Y/N. Glad you came to your senses.” “Butcher, this is temporary until I can find a permanent place.”

That’s when I noticed Ben’s jaw tighten and his eyes met mine. “Hey doll face. Glad you’re back.” I smiled and nodded, “Ben.” As he stood I noticed his hand.

“Oh my god, Ben. What happened to your hand?” He looked at it and chuckled, “Eh, it connected with some pussy’s face.” “Why don’t you tell her who’s face, Ben.” I looked at Butcher and then back at Ben.

“Drop it, Butcher!” Ben growled. “No, Ben, tell me who, please.” I stepped closer and put a hand on his chest.

“Tom. He was out with another woman. Fucker hadn’t learned, plus he had to pay for what he did, said to you.”

I didn’t know if I should be pissed or flattered he beat Tom up. “Oh Ben.” I leaned up and kissed his lips. He pulled me close and deepened the kiss.

Butcher stood with his mouth on the floor.

“I had to defend my girl. Besides, he had it coming. A real man doesn’t cheat on his wife.” I smiled, “What about his girlfriend?” “That too.” He smirked and pulled me close. “Now, let’s get you settled back in.”

He took me by my hand and led me to the bedroom, shutting the door and helping me settle back in.

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brownsugaboba · 3 days ago

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title: “You Are me, I am You.”

december 29th, 2024.

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nanami kento x reader.

black reader: anyone can read, emphasis on black.

fluff: anyone can read. (is subjective.)

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the bright sun crept inside of your room, from underneath the curtains in front of the windows. making your eyes flutter open in reaction almost instantly.

your long natural eyelashes entangle in between each another, making it a bit more difficult to take on the bright light.

once your deep brown eyes were finally opened and used to the new light in the room, they focused not on the sun, but on another gleaming light beside you.

kento.

his blonde strands of hair, now dry from the time you two spent together that night, fell against his face almost as if they were protecting his eyes from you. and protection he needed, considering how deeply you stared into them. they were slightly lighter than your own, with a small hint of green that sometimes made their way inside.

‘they change because of you.’ he would claim, but you knew that wasn’t true. he only said things of that sort to make you feel warm inside, to make your heart flutter.. even when you would tell him that your body did just that in more when he was nearby.

and your heart did exactly that when feeling his arm around your naked waist, pulling you even closer, closing the gap that he purposely made before you two fell asleep.

“i’m sorry for pushing you away my love..” he spoke in a husky tone. his voice was deeper than usual, considering he had just woken up. and though you were used to the sound, your body couldn’t help but melt in his hold even more.

you watched as a smile crept up on his lips, his eyes still closed, even once he began to softly trace small circles on your lower waist. he was of course careful to trace around the dermal piercing that you had just gotten a month prior.

“i know how hot you get when sleeping,” he spoke again and you slowly closed your eyes to focus on his fingertips against your skin. he was teasing you, and you were sure he knew it this time around.

before, he wasn’t entirely aware of what he was doing. but once you explained to him that you couldn’t focus sometimes, and slowly became sexually stimulated when he took on too many actions, he quickly understood. though he apologized at the time, you knew there were times when he did purposefully.

“and you know how hot i can get now,” you responded and slowly opened your eyes again, only to then meet with his opened ones. though, you couldn’t see them entirely because of his hair still.

you gently move his hair out of the way, keeping your hand against the side of his neck as you start to gaze into his eyes.

nanami couldn’t help but smile a bit more from your response, hearing the bit of irritation in your voice, but he knew that you weren’t truly irritated with him. ‘it was meant to be playful, sometimes you responded that way.’ you told him, the first time you did it. he slowly ran his fingertips along the side of your body as he spoke.

“i was trying to calm your body sweetheart, to relax you. i know i caused a toll on your body last night..”

his hand reached your cheek, on your face, to which his fingers soon left to play with one of your box braids that fell back on the pillow. the length of them covering the whole pillow and more.

“baby..” you paused and glanced over to your finger as you began to stroke the side of his neck. the sensitive skin tense just slightly, then calm down almost instantly after.

“you apologized three times last night, even after i told you that you didn’t have to.” you whined just slightly.

nanami continues to play with a braid, twisting it around his finger, then letting it go; like you taught him to do with your natural hair. he knew a curl wasn’t going to form, but he continued anyway with a different braid; enjoying the memories the motion brought to him.

“my body is your body..” you said with a smile and he slowly stopped playing with your hair. your response causing him to focus merely on your voice and eyes now, and nothing more.

“my body is your body,” he repeated after you, almost as if he was telling himself that.

nanami continued and slowly brought his hand back over to your cheek, moving his head closer to yours.

“my heart is your heart.”

you watched as he came closer to you, the tip of your noses touching down. you looked away from his eyes and down at his lips as he continued.

nanami smirked as he watched your eyes focus on another part of his body. his thumb slowly runs over a bit of your bottom lip.

“my lips are your lips, sweetheart...”

you smile once again and glance up at his eyes before looking back down at his lips, your lips, knowing he was teasing you now.

“they are.” you pause and close your eyes, so he can continue. you wanted to only hear him now since that was the only other thing you could focus on besides his touch, and his touch was beginning to drive you insane.

“your name is mine.”

you lick your lips, his lips, softly. purposely licking a bit of his thumb as you do so. he noticed this and couldn’t help but replace his thumb with his lips. lifting his head just slightly, with a tilt, he gently placed his light pink lips against two-toned ones. he aimed for your bottom lip, knowing he had a bit more control over you when he did.

“nanami..” you moaned once your lips pulled apart slightly for a breath of air. nanami knew it was so early in the morning that he couldn’t just take over your body completely like the night before.

he was always so gentle with your body, his body, that you could feel the movements and shaking within him. though he wasn’t shaking because he was scared, he was shaking because he didn’t want to harm you. he didn’t want to cause any pain, that wasn’t pleasurable.

though you would tell him ‘you can be rough with me.’ and he would, he still felt so awful afterward with how your body would end up.

but this time he took your word for it, ending the loving kiss with a bite at your bottom lip; as he slowly pulled away.

he watched as your chest rose, your dark nipples slowly creeping their way from underneath the sheets. he quickly went to cover you more, taking a bit off of his body, your body, knowing how quickly your body got cold.

“nanami..” you let out a small whisper, finally catching a bit of your breath as you watched him be so attentive with your body, his body.

“that’s our name sweetheart.”

you couldn’t help but smile at his response. your heart fluttering fully at his response, as you become so content with the space that you are in with him. happy that you said yes to him at the altar, exactly three years ago.

“that is our name isn’t it?” you responded, making him smile just as much. you leaned back in this time, continuing the much-needed and wanted kiss, again.

fin.

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livefromthedas · 1 day ago

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That Time Flirting Accidentally Worked

By ClickClickBoom

(Also on aao3 here)

Chapter 4: Alexa, Play Hot In Here By Nelly

Summary:

Wherein Emmrich very nearly teases Rook into spontaneous combustion.

Still got the touch, Peepaw. Way to go.

Notes:

Not going to lie, I adore writing for this particular version of Rook. Leaning into the idea that Emmrich finds her limitless supply of cringey awkwardness surrounding romance as humorous as he does charming gives me life.

Should have the last part (5) up soon. It does get a bit steamy, but nothing too explicit. I'll save that for the absolute rabbits that are my Veil Jumper Rook and Lucanis.

Thanks for taking the time to read my silly little thoughts. ♥

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Necromancy: Advanced Spirit Transmogrification by Aura Beerenbrock

Souls Between Realms: How Our Understanding Of Energy Displacement In Death May Be Wrong By Helgas Felsenbaum

Applied Fade Physics by Igor Rauthenbaur. Forward by Emmrich Volkarin.

So. Many. Books.

Within five minutes, Rook’s nervousness at being surrounded by such an intimate portrait of a man whom, for all of her infatuation, she was still very much getting to know had evaporated, and sheer curiosity took its place.

And Maker have mercy, the man had BOOKS. Complicated, rare, annotated, fully catalogued books. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. And aside from a bookshelf dedicated to poetry, and a not unsubstantial selection of erotic novels sorted lovingly on a shelf of their own (Rook was still shaking off the heart palpitation that came with that discovery) all were the sorts of advanced, mind-bending subjects that set Rook’s heart ablaze. And he said he had a study upstairs, too?

So many books!

Warm and contented, Rook manned the reading chair by the fire. Coat and shoes since discarded, she was still perfectly happy to remain nested in the quilt Emmrich had left her with. A steeping cup of tea in one hand, the other lead its way delicately through the 16th edition of a book whose cover was emblazoned with an eerily glowing title: Understanding Anatomical Motor Function Through The Procedural Dissection Of The Undead.

“There’s tea on the counter, love,” she said to the sound of Emmrich returning downstairs, gold bangles chiming with him the whole way.

“Says the woman who insists she hasn’t a clue how to flirt,” she heard him tease as he fetched his drink.

It was only once she could feel him watching her a moment later that she glanced up from her fascination with the book in her lap.

She froze. Blinked owlishly once. Twice. And pushed the glasses back up the bridge of her nose for a better view.

Emmrich stood just within reach of the firelight, leaning back upon the table there, taking a slow draw from his tea. He’d discarded his boots, green vest, belt and crimson cummerbund. He’d removed the glove and the rings and bangles that covered it from one arm, but left the gold on his gloveless hand alone. His otherwise pressed shirt was unbuttoned past his collarbone, sleeves cuffed to his elbows.

Rook didn’t immediately realize that her eyebrows had disappeared behind her bangs, or that the blush across her cheeks ran so hot it made it impossible for a moment to make direct eye contact with the man.

It was frankly hard to register much of anything, save for one very stark realization.

Emmrich Volkarin’s perfectly tailored facade was gone. And Rook suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

“Rook, darling,” The chuckle in his voice grabbed her attention, and her gaze snapped up to meet his, “Breathe.”

Rook choked back a laugh, “Right, that. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” he mused, reaching to place his tea cup back upon its saucer on the table behind him, “If you’re uncomfortable, darling, that’s quite all right. We can always-“

“Oh, I absolutely am. But also… please continue.”

The daft joke escaped Rook before she could stop it, and Emmrich barked a laugh.

“You’ve an incredible knack for saying the absolute last thing I expect in the most damnably Rook way possible.”

“Thanks,” Rook teased, pulling a face, “I think.”

“You’re brilliant,” he assured.

“Might be overselling it.”

“Not an argument you’d be able to win, I can assure you… But you’re tense, darling, are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah, okay, so…” Rook chuckled at her own expense, and set her book and tea aside, “Ever found yourself in a situation where everything is absolutely fine, but also, for a slew of really tall, really handsome reasons you feel like you’re seeing something that you’re really not allowed to be seeing?”

“Well yes, actually. I have,” he admitted bluntly.

Emmrich mulled over a thought for all of a second before a remarkably lecherous expression settled on his face.

“Rook Ingellvar,” he teased with an accusational croon, “Are you telling me you feel naughty?”

Rook stifled the most ridiculously awkward giggle she’d ever heard in her life amidst muttering under her breath, “ Maker’s tits …” She went as bright pink as the Professor had ever seen her.

Emmrich suddenly found himself torn between bursting out laughing and coming to the flustered woman’s aid. He opted for both, pulling her up to her feet and into his arms.

“Oh darling, I’m sorry,” he laughed to tears, ringed fingers spidering warmly around the hands that had risen to cover beet-red features, teasing them away, “You’re just so terribly easy to ruffle, you make it hard to resist.”

Rook cuffed him softly on the chest before he managed to gather her hand back up again, “I’m flattered, Rook. Anyone should be so lucky to elicit such a magnificent blush—“

Flustered and infatuated and falling absolutely head over heels so swiftly it rattled her nerves, Rook leaned up and captured him in a kiss. A tension she hadn’t registered seemed to leave him, exhaling a breathy rumble from his chest. Emmrich deepened that kiss quickly, heatedly, a hand releasing one of her own to snake to the side of her neck. Long fingers laced into her hair at the nape of her neck, his ringed thumb idly tracing her jawline.

Brown eyes blown dark, and purely out of curiosity, his hand then knotted fully into her hair. He gave it a slow, firm but careful pull back, kissing her lavishly all the while, arching her nimble spine just so. The little moan that this elicit from the woman made him ache in all of the best ways.

“Exquisite, darling,” he praised.

… so that’s going to be a thing for me, isn’t it? Rook heard her thoughts stumble. She was unsure if this meant the hair pulling or the praise.

(Both. It was both.)

Craving the chance to rile a few salacious noises from the man herself, Rook’s hands fluttered to the hem of his breeches, fussing with their clasp. Breaking their kiss with kiss-swollen lips, she had just begun slinking her way to her knees when the hand in her hair released its grip and instead guided her right back up to her feet with feather-light fingertips.

“Ah-ah,” he tsk’d in a matter of fact tone that belied the salacious glint in his eyes, “Darling, if I’d planned to take you on the floor, I could have just as easily done so back at the Lighthouse.”

Sir! Rook barely managed to keep the exclamation from escaping her mouth. But, like death and taxes, the steady creep of her reddening ears were an inevitable giveaway to the full scope of her situation.

Emmrich stole another, far softer kiss at this, before gesturing towards the hallway, “After you.”

Rook felt a muscle in her cheek twitch as she wandered diligently up the hall. Once more, deflection to humor helped sooth her nerves, “You’re taking years off my life, Volkarin.”

“Darling, I’ve not even begun.”

The muffled swear he heard from her had Emmrich looking endearingly smug. He brushed hassled hair back in place with one hand before he trailed her up the hall.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #datv #emmrich volkarin #dragon age veilguard #emmrich x rook #emmrich romance #da4 emmrich #emmrook #dragon age emmrich #dragon age fan fiction

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small-sinclair · 2 days ago

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Love Birds don’t like Rain

Lovestruck!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: murder, blood, thunderstorms, mention of yelling and fighting, mention of Bo getting beaten up

“I need you.”

You stop at the sound of Bo’s desperate voice. “What?”

Bo tossed his hat to the side, not caring where it landed. “I need ya, darlin’,” he took careful steps towards you and stopped before you. Slowly, he fell to his knees. “I think about you, night and day. You consumed my thoughts, waking nightmares, and th’ stupid dreams—normal dreams—of livin’ a life worth having.” His blue eyes were heavy as he met yours. Something was burning he didn’t understand. “I need you.”

“Bo, I—“

“Jus’ think ‘bout it, yeah?” His calloused hands took your hand, clasping it as if it was an injured bird. “Just say you’ll think about it.”

There was no malice in his words or hidden messages. There was no darkness behind his blue eyes or blood in his teeth. Bo, the prideful lion of Ambrose, was kneeling before you, begging for you to think about the notion of loving him. He looked like a man, a human, a boy in love.

You closed your eyes as his hands squeezed your hand. “Alright, Bo,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. It was as if you you telling him a secret that will only be shared between two lovers. “I’ll think about it.” Your free hand combed his wild curls, and his eyes fluttered closed and leaned into your touch. He grunts and shudders as if he was feeling an ice cube, but did he love it. “I’ll think about it and give you an answer after rain season.”

And so you did.

You thought about it when it was raining and he was coming up the drive in his muddy truck with bodies in the back, fresh for the museum, but he stopped and caught your eyes from the window. His shy wave was almost too cute not to love. The rain stuck to his skin like bees to honey, making him glow in the Louisiana breeze and mist.

You thought about it when he kissed you gently before leaving for “work”, promising to come home in time for dinner. Bo did come home on time that night, and he had a fist full of wild flowers. He kissed your cheek then lips before going to wash up before sitting to eat.

You thought about it when Bo fell asleep on your lap, resting his head on your thigh. The night was alive with the bayou songs and lullabies, and it set something for you. A life could be well lived with a man mad in blood, murder, whiskey, and cigarettes. But you were the center of his world; he’s reminded you again and again.

You thought about it when you woke up screaming from a nightmare. It was loud enough to cause Bo to jolt and race to your room with a knife in hand when he threw open the door. He looked at your with worried, angry eyes, but softened when you opened your arms and cried for him. He dropped his knife and scooped you in his arms, his strong and sharp arms. He stayed with you for the rest of the night, protecting you from any nightmares that came.

You thought about it while hiding in the closest with your and over you mouth and tears running down your cheeks. You could heard Bo fighting the visitors, the three of them, and Bo was losing. You could hear fists meeting skin and the sound of Bo chocking beside his strength gave out. He told you not to make a sound, not to move, but it felt different. You felt different. Crawling out of the closet as soon as they ran out, you cradled Bo’s battered head in your arms. His shaking hand reached your cheek and thumbed over your lips. “I’m okay,” he breathed, his voice cracking and hoarse. “I’m okay.”

You thought about it when venom left his lips, yelling at you in the car garage. He was yelling at you over something that you couldn’t remember, but he was angry. His blue eyes burned in hatred as he called everything under the sun, and he only stopped when thunder shook the garage, causing you to flinch and stiffened.

“Darlin’,” there was regret in his voice. “Sweetheart, ‘m sorry—“

But you didn’t stay for his apology as you ran out, tears mixing with the rain. You didn’t see how he threw a wrench across the room, cursing at himself for doing that. He’ll do better, he has to do better! He couldn’t become the monster his father told him he’ll be. He couldn’t let that son of a bitch be right. He would never allow it!

You almost stopped thinking about it that night. When he came home, he hung his hat and took his boots off at the door. He knelt in front of you as you hugged your knees on the couch. His hands rubbed your knees as apologies after apologies rolled out. For the rest of the night, you allowed him to hold you in his arms, head against his chest, as he protected you from himself, from his words, and his poison.

You thought about it while washing the dishes with him. You washed while he dried. The radio was playing softly as the rain poured and hammered against the window. He talked about his day and going to the town over to get Vickey more art supplies and new clothes; his favorite work pants was getting torn beyond repair. You told him about your day and the little chores you did around the house, and you agreed about him getting a new pair of pants. The scene of domestic life, living slow and steady. It almost felt perfect and normal.

You thought about it when you kissed his scarred lips and he no longer flinched or growled in warning. Instead, he closed his eyes and murmurs something then met your eyes. He looked at you like a ruby in the sea. “You love me, yet?” He asked, teasing you with a charming smile. Your answer was a gentle smile, and he’ll work hard to see you smile again.

When rain lifted and slowed, he met you on the porch, hugging you from behind. Rain season was at its end, and it was just as pleasant as ever.

“Thought about it?” He asked, the morning voice deep and thick with honeydew and coffee. He rested his head on top of your shoulder.

After the memories and experiences, the rain and how it washed away whatever was left of him…it felt right.

“Yeah, I’ll stay, Bo,” you said, your hands rubbing his arms and wrists. “I’ll stay.”

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair house of wax #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair headcanons #bo house of wax #how 2005 #house of wax imagines #house of wax imagine

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pwblant · 1 day ago

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are you cold? — song eunseok

,, wc : 878

,, pairing : bf!eunseok x gf!reader

,, a/n : hiii riizeblr !! i’ve been wanting to write a short fic like this and i thought that eunseok would be perfect for it, he’s been hitting so different lately 😵‍💫 feedback and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy !!!! 🤍

this morning, you and song eunseok, your boyfriend, went on a long drive over to the beach. it was a peaceful, mellow drive there. you were in the passenger seat, backrest tilted backwards so you could sit comfy. eunseok’s hand rested on top of your thigh, and the windows were cracked open just enough to let the crisp air in and graze your face.

“hey, just a question. what clothes did you bring?” you asked, breaking the peaceful silence out of the blue.

“i brought a jacket and a few other stuff. i checked this morning, the forecast said it was going to be pretty chilly tonight.” he replied calmly, keeping his eyes steady on the road ahead.

“i’m doomed. i completely forgot to check the weather forecast.” you groaned as you crossed your arms, sinking into the chair in disappointment.

“don’t worry, maybe it won’t be so cold. weather forecasts aren’t always right.” he chuckled, trying to lift the mood. “plus, i’m always right here.” he added jokingly.

you chuckled lightly knowing he always knew how to get you with his words.

when you arrived at the beach, the weather wasn’t too bad. the sun’s rays were shining on your skin, giving you a warm feeling all over. you played in the water with some of your friends who came, and you had a great time. that was, until the night fell.

you and eunseok headed back to your shared room just beside the beach. you took turns showering after a long day of playing outside, getting sweaty and dirty on the sand. just your luck, the temperature around the area had only gone lower, reaching to about 12° at night. getting prepared to go to bed, you felt like you were sitting inside a freezer more than a hotel room with how cold it was. all you had brought for the night were a pair of shorts and a comfy shirt. wanting to take shelter on the bed, you quickly ran over to what you thought would be your safe space, only to be disappointed by the cold comforter and bed sheets. it would take so much time to warm it up and you genuinely felt like your fingers were about to fall off from the cold.

eunseok had fallen asleep right after he took a shower and said good night to you since he was exhausted after playing beach volleyball with other friends all day. seeing him fast asleep, you kissed his cheek and decided to crawl into the comforter yourself and face the wrath of the cold. you felt your whole body shivering. your eyes were closed but deep inside you were wide awake, it felt impossible to fall asleep in this condition.

3:24 AM, sunday

it’s almost been 3 hours since you last laid in bed, and you haven’t gotten the chance to fall asleep since. your body kept undergoing these overwhelming shivers and it was incredibly difficult to be comfortable, even with the comforter on. you pushed yourself up onto a sitting position to rub your eyes and contemplate about your night.

“are you feeling alright, y/n?” feeling the sudden movement of the bed, eunseok murmured, his voice low and barely above a mumble.

“yea—yea, i’m fine.” you said, not wanting to worry him, but the shiver in your voice kind of gave it away.

“are you cold?” he asked, sitting up to join you.

“a bit.” you confessed.

“i’m sorry i fell asleep early today. i should’ve waited for you,” he apologized, immediately reaching to take off his jacket.

your eyes softened at his thoughtfulness, “you don’t have to apologize for anything seok,” you said softly. “you did so much this morning. i want you to get enough rest for tomorrow.”

“and leave you in the cold like this? i don’t think so.” he smiled, handing over his jacket that was already warm from his body heat.

you were shocked to see his bare torso as he handed his clothing over to you. he looked so beautiful right in that moment, his gray sweatpants fitting just right in a way that felt effortlessly attractive. the way his hair was all ruffled almost made you forget what you were going to ask him, however, you pulled yourself together and prioritized other matters first.

“won’t you be cold? i thought you had a shirt underneath.” you asked, feeling worried that he’d have to suffer for the rest of the night.

“a little bit, but i’m sure i’ll be able to handle it.” he replied confidently.

“this won’t do,” you said as you pulled him into a cuddle and laid his thick jacket down on top of the both of you, hoping that the natural warmth of your bodies would make the situation feel more bearable.

“you’re so cute. i’d trade my jackets for your hugs any day,” he chuckled, adjusting the jacket so that it would cover you more than it did for him.

his words make you giggle as you rest in his arms, eventually drifting off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth and safety he always brings. you have the best boyfriend anyone could ask for, everything he does makes you fall in love with him all over again.

#riize #riize fluff #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize eunseok #i want him so bad #lookalike contest in my bedroom #he’s so bf #kpop fluff #kpop fanfic #riize x reader #eunseok #eunseok x reader #riize is 7

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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ jack hughes

chapter 8: infrunami.

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*:･✧* 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jack hughes x fem!oc

*:･✧* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, casual drinking

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: CAN YOU COME BACK TO MEEEEE CAUSE I WAS BLIND TO SEEEEE THAT YOU WERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. ok sorry here’s the make up chapter…lowkey feels all over the place to me but i didn’t want to have to write 5 separate chapters just for them to get together like guys just HOP TO IT????

series masterlist + character intros

jack groaned as he woke up, body slightly sore and head pouding. he rubbed his eyes before turning over and grabbing his phone to immediately check his notifications. the first thought in his mind the second his eyes opened was to check if naomi had replied.

she hadn’t.

he ran a hand over his face, and got up from the bed heading over to the washroom. his mind had been in constant battle since last night, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. he splashed his face with cold water to refresh his mind.

he walked out to the kitchen to see luke and quinn making breakfast.

“morning, asshole.” luke said, cracking an egg into a pan. jack rolled his eyes, “don’t even start.” he sat down at the counter and played with his fingers.

“you gonna talk to her?” quinn didn’t look at his brother when he asked his question, eyes focused on the meal he was preparing.

“i don’t know… i tried texting and calling her last night but she didn’t answer.” he shurgged and quinn whipped his head to look at him.

“hold on, what the fuck did you text her?” he walked over to his brother that was now pulling out his phone. jack opened the messages and re read them, letting out a groan at his stupidity.

“i swear to god…” quinn mumbled as he read over the drunk messages, cringing at the typos and pleads. “quinn what do i do?” jack whined as quinn shook his head.

“you have to explain to her in person, texting her this bullshit isn’t gonna do anything. she already feels terrible, so receiving drunk texts probably made it worse.” quinn explained as jack nodded, formulating a plan in his head to go see her today.

“and get her flowers, i think girls like that.” luke added, pointing a wooden spoon and jack, earning an eye roll from him.

“you better not fuck anything up more than you already have.” quinn added, giving his brother a soft look. “but i swear to fuck every time you guys interact it takes ten years off of my life.” he finished, rolling his eyes before going back to cooking and letting his brother think on things.

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the sound of jack knocking on naomi’s door echoed throughout the house as he stood on her front steps, a bouquet of roses in his hands as per his brothers suggestion.

his palms started to sweat and stomach churned as he waited for the door to open. he had spent the entire drive to her house rehearsing his apology but it suddenly flew right out of his brain.

his eyes widened when the door creaked open, but instead of naomi it was her mother.

“hi mrs hill…is naomi home?” his eyes looked past her into the house to see if he could spot her.

“she’s in her room…” she said hesitantly, looking at the flowers in his hand and then sighing, a faint smile on her face. “you can go see her.” she opened the door wide enough for him to enter and he thanked her.

as he took his shoes off, naomi’s mother spoke, “jack i don’t know what happened, what she did or what you did, but…all i know is that girl loves you, okay? so go on and fix it.” she placed and hand on his shoulder and his heart melted, nodding. “i promise.” he placed a hand on the one that rested over his shoulder before quietly heading upstairs.

her door was closed, and he probably stood there for a good two minutes with his heart racing before he knocked lightly.

he heard a disgruntled “yes?” and twisted open the door open with sweaty palms. naomi was in her bed, her cushions and comforters practically engulfing her. she had a grey hoodie on with he laptop rested on her lap, watching a show.

“what the hell are you doing here?” her eyes widened as she saw the boy standing at her door. she couldn’t believe it, how did he have the guts to even stand in her room after what happened last night.

everything that he had rehearsed had flew right out the window and his face turned red. “i…i came to apologize.” he said, lifting his hand the held the flowers to show her. she cocked a brow, not yet impressed.

“apologize for what? wasn’t it all my fault anyways?” she looked back to her laptop, not necessarily focusing on the screen but rather just avoiding the eye contact with him.

“no, you didn’t do anything wrong.” he bit his lip as he tried to formulate the right words, not wanting to make things worse. “i was an asshole.” he placed the flowers on her dresser and walked towards her, taking a seat on the corner of her bed.

“i was jealous, and i was such an asshole.” he ran a hand through his hair as he looked at her, but her eyes didn’t budge from the screen.

“yeah, you were.” she mumbled before pursing her lips, recalling the events that went down. the way he looked at her, the hate that spilled out of his mouth. “you know, the whole time during that kiss, i was just thinking about you. and then i went to tell you, and you just yelled at me.” she finally looked up, tears welling in her eyes. “you should have seen the look in your eyes, jack.”

jack could feel his heart drop as he watched the girl in front of him. “i know… i know…” he reached a hand over to wipe a single tear that fell down her cheek, and she didn’t know whether to turn her head away, or lean into his touch.

“naomi i don’t ever want you to feel like you did anything wrong. it was all me, okay? i never should have yelled at you like that, i was just…” he breathed out as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to confess. “i was really jealous that you were kissing james and i took it way too far, i took it out on you. i know i get angry easily, but it never should have been directed towards you like that.”

“naomi, i’m so, so sorry.” he grabbed her hands and stroked his thumbs soothingly over the back of them. another tear fell from her eyes and she looked back up at him. “i know.” was all that she whispered before she scooted to the side slightly, signalling for him to join beside her.

he moved beside her, wrapping an arm around her as she rested her head onto his shoulder. the two had fallen into a comfortable silence, just soaking in the comfort of eachother’s presence.

it was an odd feeling for naomi, seeking comfort from the one who had hurt her. but she knew deep down that he was truly sorry. and while she would give him hell later for what he did, she was glad that he had come to fight for her rather than to never speak to her again.

she could feel her eyes get heavy as she felt the soothing touch of jacks fingers drawing on the back of her hand, and she’d soon fall asleep in his arms.

while their situation hadn’t been completely resolved, it was a step forward. and that was all they needed right now.

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two weeks had passed by, and naomi and jack had returned to their normal selves. no matter what happened to them, they’d always find their way back. they were each others person, and everyone knew it.

the group was currently having a bonfire at naomi’s house, chatting and having a drink or two. naomi and yasmin had ran to the kitchen to grab some marshmallows and chocolate for smores while the guys stayed sitting by the fire.

“so… you and jack are what now?” yasmin sat on top of the counter, taking a marshmallow from the bag and eating as she watched naomi search for the chocolate and crackers. the moment feeling somewhat reminiscent of their moment in the bathroom at the club that one night.

“i…i don’t know. friends still?” naomi shook her head, avoiding eye contact as she dug through the cabinet, mumbling something about her dad probably eating the chocolate. “come on naomi.” yasmin groaned as she hopped off the counter. she couldn’t believe that after two weeks and their heartfelt moment that they hadn’t just started dating. “what?” naomi finally looked up, furrowing her eyebrows.

“now i still slightly hate jack for what he did,” yasmin prefaced, biting another marshmallow. “but it’s so clear that you guys love eachother. i mean shit, you look at him like he’s dessert and you’re telling me you don’t want him?” she quirked a brow, awaiting an answer.

naomi felt her face flush at her best friends words. of course she wanted jack, she just didn’t know how to go about the situation. she knew that he liked her as more than a friend now, but he hadn’t brought that up so she felt like she couldn’t either. “girl you better let him know before he pulls some bullshit again.” yasmin shook her head, leaving naomi in the kitchen alone to think.

naomi frowned, maybe she should say something, after all she was going to confess to jack that night, so why was she holding back now?

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trevor eyed the way jack stared at naomi through the kitchen window, nudging cole.

“what?” cole whispered to trevor, turning his attention to look at jack. “what’s up with them?” trevor asked and cole shrugged. “jack and naomi?” he asked for confirmation and trevor nodded. “most sus thing I’ve ever seen, i don’t know what going on with them now.” was all he said before leaning back into his seat, taking a sip of his drink.

“can you two just like, fuck already?” trevor spoke out loud nonchalantly and jack whipped his head around “what?” his eyes went wide.

luke and quinn had burst into a fit of laughs at trevor’s comment and jack glared and them.

“i mean like, this tension is really weird. i thought you guys would be official by now.” trevor raised a brow, confused at jack’s ignorance. “dude shut your mouth.” jack retorted, slumping into his chair.

of course he though they’d be official by now, but naomi hadn’t brought it up since he went over so he didn’t want to make her feel like she was rushing into anything.

he never actually responded to trevor, but just stared into the fire as he thought about naomi, he didn’t want to hurt her again. he couldn’t risk tearing apart the relationship they had just mended.

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it was 1:30 am, and everyone was starting to head home. jack being the last to leave of course. he was leaning against the front door, arms crossed as him and naomi chatted. if he was being honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to the words that were coming out of her mouth, but rather the way her lips moved and the way her eyes lit up.

“jack?” she noticed his dazed expression and waved a hand in front of his face. “what’s on your mind?”

you. he wanted to say.

his thoughts flicked back to what trevor had said during their bonfire. his heart beat quickened as he tried to sum up the courage to talk about their relationship.

“naomi what are we doing?” was what he breathed out and her eyes widened at his sudden question. “uh, what do you mean?” she responded.

jack was terrible at formulating his thoughts, as most could tell. he rubbed a hand on the back of his neck and his cheeks turned slightly pink. “i mean…friends don’t do what we do right? so, i guess i’m asking what are we?” naomi had to suppress a giggle as she watch jack become flustered.

she took a step closer to him, “and what is it that we do that friends don’t?” she teased and watched his cheeks grow redder. “i— well— like you know…” he fumbled with his words, not expecting her to be upfront like that.

“i don’t think friends want each other the way i want you.” she said, voice barely above a whisper and jacks eyes went wide at her confidence, mind lagging as he tried to process what she had just said.

“you…i…well so then—“ she rolled her eyes and cut off his rambling. “kiss me?” she tilted her head to the side and batted her eyelashes. jack felt as if he couldn’t move, the words that he was dying to say wouldn’t come out of his mouth. “you want me to…kiss you? for real? you’re not joking?” he felt like he was in a dream.

she sighed and was starting to get impatient. he was always so cocky and flirtatious but now that she was the one initiating it he went speechless. “you’re so insufferable sometimes. i said kiss me.”

this time, he didn’t have to be told twice before he grabbed the side of her face, pulling her in and locking their lips. she wrapped her arms around his neck and he kept one on her jaw, one on her waist.

the tension from their years of friendship had finally exploded, and as cheesy as it sounds, they could feel the fireworks were all around them.

here they were, just the two of them. finally indulging in their wishes and pushing past the barrier of friendship.

naomi pulled away, jack slightly chasing her lips but she rested her forehead onto his, staring into his eyes. “it was always you, jack.”

“you were right in front of me.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes fanfic #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes #luke hughes #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #jack hughes fanfiction #nhl imagine #cole caufield #trevor zegras

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