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funeral-grayy · 2 years ago

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What the fuck did you think you were doing? Parading around his penthouse in what you’ve considered a dress. You, Natsuo’s cute little best friend. You’d been following him around like a little lost puppy all night, clinging to his arm. You had no idea what you were doing to the man watching you so intently, how often he had to excuse himself so he could go adjust his hard cock in his slacks. It was one of the rare occasions his son attended one of these fancy hero parties and of course he had to bring you. Enji made it in his best interest to avoid the family house when he knew his eldest was around because that meant you were as well. You, the off-limits best friend. You were nearly half his age and all he ever wanted to do when he saw you was bury his cock so far into you, you’d feel it in your stomach. God, he’d even dreamt of you from time to time. He was so caught up in his dirty thoughts, when he looked up, you were gone and Natsou was conversing with a hero.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed and needing some time to yourself, you excuse yourself from Natsou’s side and start to wander around the penthouse. This was wildly different from their family home. Everything was crisp and clean, nothing out of place. You knew you were probably straying a bit too far from the party but your curiosity was getting the best of you. Most of the doors in the hallway were shut, with one at the very end of the hall being the exception. You looked over your shoulder quickly, eyes scanning the hallway but thankfully you were alone. You’d never been able to figure Endeavor out. Always so cold and short towards his family and fans, always so stoic. You quietly slipped past the open door and into what seemed to be his office. You trace your fingers along the smooth surface of his large oak desk, halting at an open, overturned book. The spine was old and worn, the title not familiar to you. Picking it up, you turn to lean against the desk and leaf through the pages.

“Are you lost?” A deep voice interrupted your snooping. You set the book back down on his desk and turned back around to face him. Ignoring the questioning look he was giving you, you dragged your gaze ever so slowly down his body. Fuck, you bit your lip as you took in how fucking big Endeavour was. He towered over you, and you were pretty sure he’d easily crush you if he wanted to. Your gaze continued down, over his ridiculously big pecks, god you wanted to squeeze them. You could tell that just one of his thighs was as big as both of yours put together. You could feel saliva fill your mouth, as your gaze flickered over his crotch. He was probably huge, there’s no way he wasn’t. Finally, after taking your time to check him out, you looked back up at him, a sweet smile on your face. The corner of his lip twitched as he refrained from smirking, this girl had some major balls, blatantly checking him out like that, he thought.

“No, I don’t believe I am. Just got a little side tracked is all.” Nosy was more like but you weren’t about to admit to snooping around his office. You’d only even been to the Todoroki family home, which he seemed to avoid most of the time. So of course his office piqued your curiosity. The interior design was very old fashioned and rustic. Everything smelt rich. You weren’t sure why you were being so feisty towards this man. Maybe because he wasn’t like the usual young men you went after. Maybe it was because if he really wanted to, he could snap you in fucking half and you’d thank him. This man was nothing but pure fucking muscle and you wanted to climb him like a goddamn tree.

Enji fought against the primal urge to pick you up and lay you out over his desk. Oh no, first he was going to have some fun and play around with you. You might be his son’s best friend but as far as he was concerned, you were free game while in his own home. He watched you as he took a step back, shutting his office door behind him and locking it. No one would be interrupting him. He removed the suit jacket he’d been wearing and tossed it in the black leather couch to his right. He began to roll up his white dress shirt sleeves as he approached you, his eyes never leaving yours. You knew you were playing with fire but by god did you want to be burned. You were transfixed with how good his forearms looked, now that both sleeves were rolled to his elbows.

“Has my son’s best friend always been such a dirty fucking slut?” His deep voice shook you to your very core, your cunt clenching around nothing. You had slipped out of your heels and was now perched on the edge of his desk. Raising one leg towards him, your foot gently stroked his obvious hardened length through his slacks.

“Has my best friend's dad always gotten a hard-on over women half his age?” You asked innocently, tilting your head to the side. He wrapped one of his hands around your ankle, easily moving it to the side while he placed himself between your parted legs now. The bottom half of your dress eased up your thighs and bunched around your waist as you opened your legs wider to accommodate his size. He immediately invaded your space, pressing his hard body into yours. One of his large hands reached up and grasped your throat, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” He squeezed the sides of your throat, not too hard but hard enough to restrict your breathing. Your eyes glazed over with lust as you held his stare.

“Why don’t you let me put it to good use?” You have no idea where this confidence and boldness was coming from, maybe the two glasses of champagne in your system or maybe you just weren’t afraid of this man like everyone else was. All you knew is that you wanted him and you would have him. The hand that was around your throat moved up to grasp your chin, his other finger coming up to press two fingers to your closed lips. You opened your mouth willingly, taking two thick fingers inside and sucking them. Drool dribbled down your chin as he pushed them deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them. He groaned at the realization that your gag reflex was nearly nonexistent. He swiftly removed his fingers, wanting to get this show on the road before his son noticed you gone.

“On your knees then, sweetheart.” He took a step back, allowing you to hop down from the desk. Your movement was almost instant, getting off the desk and dropping to your knees in front of the big man. You looked up at him with innocent doe eyes, the look going straight to his cock. One of his hands stroked your cheek almost in adoration but you knew better than that. “Such a well behaved girl, I might have to keep you after all.”

Your mouth watered as he began to undo his belt, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He chuckled as you lurched forward to assist him with undoing his pants, clearly very eager to have his cock in your mouth. He watched as your eyes widened and you audibly swallowed at the size of his bulge in his black boxer briefs. You hadn’t even pulled them down yet and you could already tell he was far bigger than anyone you’d been with but it was the thickness of him that scared you. Scared you but also aroused you, you could feel yourself growing wetter. Reaching forward, you gently traced the head of his cock, watching as it twitched. You continued to slowly tease him through his underwear, content with all his little reactions. Growing impatient, Endeavor slid his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, his cock springing free. Your first thought was how pretty his cock was. The head was an angry red and glistening with pre cum, more gushing from the tip and slowly dripping down his length.

Without further thought, you leaned forward and licked a long strip from the base all the way to the tip, humming as you gathered his pre on your tongue. You smiled up at the man who was having a tough time keeping it together, seeing him in such a weak vulnerable state was such a treat. You were used to the hardened shell of Endeavor, not this man before you trying to stifle his groans. Not wanting to tease him any longer, you immediately took him in your mouth. The strangled moan spurred you on. You lick and suck up and down his length, your tongue tracing the long vein up his shaft. You become a drooling mess very quickly, you're barely able to get most of him in your mouth. The hold on the back of your head tightened as he watched his cock disappear into your throat over and over again.

“What would Natsou say if he could see you now? His little best friend sucking his fathers cock.”

He gathered your hair in one hand and caressed your cheek with the other. It was so hard to resist just picking you up and fucking you senseless but he knew he didn’t have the luxury of time tonight, so this would have to do for now. He watched as tears streaked down your cheeks, god, how could someone be so beautiful like this? He wanted to ruin you, absolutely destroy you. Without much more thought, he held your hair tight and took over, fucking into your warm mouth. He could feel himself get harder, if that was even possible, as you took him deeper into your throat. Your jaw ached as you accommodated to his size, the lack of a gag reflux a blessing right now. You moaned as the tip hit the back of your throat and stilled, more tears running down your cheeks.

“Such a good fucking girl. Think you can handle me?”

Your words were gargled around his cock, more drool now dripping down onto the floor below.

“Oh sweetie, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

His words were condescending but god did they do something to you. The man above you grunted as he started to fuck your mouth, the feeling of your warm mouth welcoming him in. Your nails dug into his thighs as he picked up speed, the ache in your jaw worsening. How he was able to stuff himself down your throat was beyond you but you knew you wouldn’t be talking much after. You slurped and kicked around his length as he continued his brutal pace. Curse words flowed out of him as he mercilessly pounded into your mouth. He could feel his balls start to tighten as his impending orgasm approached. He knows he should feel embarrassed for cumming so fast but god, your mouth felt like heaven.

“Gunna cum all over this pretty face. Mark you as mine.”

He pulled out of your mouth and quickly jerked himself off, your spit and his pre covering him. You watched in awe at how his face contorted into pure bliss as spurts of his hot cum coated your face. He gave himself a few more tugs, wiping his cum covered dick head along your lip. God, he wanted to take a picture of you. Your face was completely covered in his seed, dripping down onto the floor. Reaching behind you, he grabbed some tissues and began to clean up your face. You were shocked with his gentle touch and softened features. It didn’t last long though, as if a flip switched he went back to his full height and stared down at you.

“Meet me back here at the end of the party.”

It wasn’t a question but a demand. The confused look on your face made him break composure and chuckle.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

#enji x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji todoroki #endeavor x reader #endeavor #bnha #my hero academia #yeeeeeesh #daddy enji #idk how i feel about this tbh #lowkey bad af #oop

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elsweetheart · 2 years ago

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Can I request something? You see, my friends tell me that I tend to flirt without even noticing. And I've noticed I indeed do that. I look people in the eyes and then look at their lips, I lick my own lips while doing that. I also tend to say softs "hmmm" "uhuum" to show them I'm paying attention. But I don't do that with that intention, because when I WANT to flirt, I'm a mess. Can you do Ellie or Abby (you choose) having a crush/dating someone who does that?

omg !!! me !!!!!!! i love this yes yes yea

im gonna do this w ellie because there’s not much to say about abby other than she will simply just bend you over and -

good view

🎀 short drabble in a hc format ?? idk wht this is. pre-relationship ellie x reader :)

• you were kinda out of it. didn’t get much sleep, and the weather was just warm enough to wear a tank top but a breeze still passed through the abandoned building you were all currently held up in, so you were fiddling with the thin cardigan you wore, pulling them over your hands. it put you in a relaxed, sleepy, slow mood.

• you and ellie weren’t together yet, so of course at any given opportunity when she sees you sitting alone she’d make conversation. she slid a chair over to where you were sat alone at a small table, straddling it backwards resting her arms on the back of the chair.

• “did you call dibs on a room? there’s not much choice, i mean they’re all pretty shitty.” she smirked light heartedly as you turned to face her.

• “yeah, picked the one with the good view.” you smiled hazily having being broken from your thoughts and your sleepy daydreams. you were blinking slowly, ellie always thought your eyelashes looked extra pretty when you did that.

• “nice, my window faces a brick wall.” she comment with an eye roll and you giggled which made her features noticeably perk up when she saw the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip mid giggle to stifle it. she tried not to stare, launching into a story about the time her and Joel passed through a fancy abandoned building and she called dibs on the fancy penthouse bedroom and made Joel sleep in the maid quarters.

• you were listening intently, at first, but you were tired and her features were just so distracting. not even because of your huge crush on her, she just was… interesting. your eyes dragged down to her bottom lip where she had acquired a fresh cut from some kind of scuffle she’d wound up in and watched the way it moved with her mouth as she spoke. “mhm.” you breathed lightly to let her know you were still sort of listening.

• she felt her heart in her throat as she watched your fluttery eyes stare at her lips and completely stumbled over what she was going to say. “it was funny because he was— um… it was funny because fucking—uh…” she lost track of what she was trying to say and this caused you to casually glance back up at her eyes, furrowing your eyebrows slightly in confusion making them look extra big and doe like which did not her help case.

• “wh’s wrong?” you spoke so softly she could barely hear it over the blood thumping in her ears when she realised she was blushing. what made it worse, is she watched you in real time notice her blushing too, your pretty eyes gliding across her face. “c’mon dude.” she laughed, sitting back away from where she was leaning on the chair to wipe her hands down her face.

• “i’m so confused.” you giggled back and she chuckled, fiddling with the chipped wooden table corner for a moment before looking back up at you with a little more determination.

• “can i finish my story please? without you eyeballing me like that?” her tone was jokey, slightly putting on a voice but you could tell she meant it. you sat back a little, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy. “and like that.” she laughed before flickering her own eyes to your mouth. “s’distracting.” was all she needed to say and you sort of caught on and raised your eyebrows a little.

• “oh…” you willed her to speak more with her stare, so she did. “you’re pretty. drives me crazy, just a little bit.” she scrunched her nose and you smiled, letting it drop slightly as you held her stare. she cleared her throat, feeling overwhelmed. “anyway, as i was saying before you rudely interrupted with your face.” she continued which made you laugh. perhaps you needed to be more mindful about how you looked at people, however you did enjoy teasing ellie.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams prompt #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams fluff

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frownyalfred · 3 months ago

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Do you have any fun stories involving galas and rich men because the botox thing has me so curious now

Ooh, me personally? I have a few. I once was invited to a very important black tie event with an honest-to-god billionaire or close to it, who was a very old man at the time and infamous for being inappropriate with women. We had some face-to-face time briefly and he was absolutely wildly inappropriate to me. His staff were fluttering around him making excuses and thinly-veiled threats about me sharing any of this info. I wasn't allowed to stand more than a few feet away from him since he was grabby. I think he ended up having dementia that they didn't release publicly until after he'd died.

You run into a lot of coke at these events. It's not my thing, but I've stumbled into a lot of bathrooms and back rooms where it's happening very enthusiastically. I've known a few guys who have gotten too deep into that world and embezzled from clients or their jobs. It ends up being super sad and it's rough to watch happen in person (people losing their houses, or social standing, etc, because their husband was trying to maintain a lifestyle they couldn't afford)

I once danced with a wealthier guy (flashy watches, etc) who was, in hindsight, absolutely involved in some sort of organized crime. He was Russian and thought I was cute, and dragged me and my friend to a few different clubs with full line skipping and bottle service at every place. They all knew him by name. Once we got inside and started dancing, I reached behind me while we were kinda grinding to grab his waist. There was a huge fucking gun in the back of his pants. I grabbed my friend and we danced away, haha.

I knew a wealthy man who was going through a rough divorce and very clearly threatened his soon to be ex wife all over his personal social accounts. She didn't like that and called the cops. He never got arrested, but it was a damn near thing. All his buddies pretended it never happened.

I once went on a very fancy date with a guy to a prestigious steakhouse/bar. They refused to seat us since they closed in 30ish minutes. We were in black tie attire from a previous event, and there was a huge storm outside. He ended up suing them for racial discrimination I think. It made the news and everything. He asked me to be a party/witness but he was very, very intense and I kind of dropped him after he wouldn't stop calling me.

I dated someone with a penthouse once. It was very nice but very clearly not his. Never got a full explanation on that one.

#asks #personal #anon #personal stories

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 months ago

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Kitten

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Warnings: 18+ only! This is pure smut. A little dubcon. Your brother’s alpha besties want you but they’ve been so good for so long. What happens when a group trip turns into a one bed situation? Also reader is Sam’s long lost sister or something. Suspend your belief 😂 (I had to include some kind of Sam for our shared birthday)

Enjoy 😊

Please do not copy or repost my work

This really wasn’t supposed to happen.

They’re your brother’s friends. How did you end up like this?

They were supposed to be going on a boys fishing trip to celebrate your brother’s new job but he suddenly came down with something and wasn’t feeling up to it and, as his roommate and baby sister, they insisted you take his place. You didn’t know the first thing about fishing! But when it came to his two alpha buddies you got all tongue tied and your omega came spilling out like an over boiling pot. They were just so handsome and big and imposing and charismatic. They have great jobs and fancy cars and penthouse apartments. The ideal alphas.

It also didn’t help that you were a couple weeks away from your heat. It just makes their sway over you more powerful. They didn’t mean any harm. They were just used to being surrounded by other alphas. They didn’t know how to reign it in. Normally your brother was around as a buffer. You were rarely ever alone with them…

The two hour car ride was the longest you’d ever spent with just the two of them. They went on and on about baseball and beer and guns and other things you had absolutely no knowledge about so you just sat quietly in the back seat with your phone and your switch and prayed you were almost there.

But it would be fine! It was supposed to be a huge family suite with a bunch of rooms and a full kitchen and everything. You’d have your own space to retreat to if they became…too much for you.

But being there gave you absolutely no relief.

“I’m sorry!” The hotel front desk manager started after looking up your stay. “We accidentally overbooked and had to give away your room. We can rectify it tomorrow but tonight all we have is a single king.”

They readily agreed, not paying any attention to your protest. They said it would be fun. Like camping.

You never liked camping.

So now you stand between the rock that is Steve Rogers and the hard place that is Bucky Barnes.

“We’ll just take the floor, kitten,” Bucky smiles using the nickname they’ve called you since you were children. “I prefer it anyway. Better for my back.”

“Yeah. You get comfortable. Don’t worry about us,” Steve assures you. You just nod while the boys call down for extra pillows and blankets and food while you clean up from the long drive. It wasn’t super late but it was late enough that you weren’t going to do anything else tonight. The boys wanted to get up early. Apparently that’s when the fish are most active? The most you knew about fishing was from Animal Crossing and if any of that was true, they should be waiting for it to rain. Which reminds you that you that you need to water your flowers in your little digital town. You’ll do it as soon as you’re out of the shower…

Well, ain’t this some shit.

You didn’t exactly pack to share close quarters.

The only PJs you brought were mini shorts and cropped tank tops that were pretty much transparent in the right light. You should have brought a comfy sweater or something to cover up in but you wanted to pack light. You didn’t want to look like ‘that girl’ with a suitcase for every night. But at least you’d have a sleeping sweater…

You roll your eyes at your idiotic lack of foresight and choose the least see through ones and hope they don’t look too closely.

So much for that.

The second you walk back into the main room, two sets of blue eyes are on you. They suddenly forget all about their baseball, their beer, and their guns at the vision in front of them. Your soft curves are clearly visible through your lack of clothes: a sight they’ve only seen when the group goes swimming. They can barely keep it together with you prancing around in tiny fabric triangles that barely cover your wet and obviously cold body. But normally your brother was there to keep them at bay.

No older brother in sight. Just you left alone for the two of them. All. Weekend. Long.

Steve is the first one clear his throat and avert his gaze. “We ordered some pizzas. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yeah! Pizza’s great,” you smile nervously. “I’m done in the bathroom if either of you want a turn.”

Bucky doesn’t even spare Steve a glance as he makes his way to the bathroom. “Age before beauty,” he snarks at the blond leaving the two of you alone.

You just smile at the tall blond sitting on the edge of the bed before rifling through your luggage for your Switch unknowingly giving Steve the perfect view of your peach ass through your tiny shorts.

“Shit,” Steve breathes, tilting his head slightly to see what else you’re hiding under there.

“What was that?” You ask pulling yourself out from your duffle.

“Oh, nothing,” the blond says quickly snapping his head back to the TV. “Just the game. Crazy play…” he trails.

“Oh?” You smile and nod already knowing you won’t understand what’s going on so you don’t bother asking. You snuggle up against the pillows to play your game and ignore whatever sports ball game is on.

“What are you playing?” His voice doesn’t initially reach you as you shake your head and focus on the alpha watching you. When did Steve’s eyes get so pretty? They’re like kaleidoscopes of green and blue. Hmmmm…

Wait. He said something, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry?”

“What are you playing?” He asks again leaning back to see the screen of your handheld console.

“Animal Crossing,” you whisper. He’s so close you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. He’s never been this close…

“That game’s super popular lately, huh? Never tried it. I used to just play Halo and GTA when I was as your age.”

“GTA is pretty fun,” you smile.

“What’s an innocent little thing like you know about GTA?”

“I get on my brother’s PlayStation every once in a while,” you admit. “I’m not that innocent,” you giggle singing the song.

“I feel like we’ll be learning all kinds of things about you this weekend,” Steve laughs as his hand finds your ankle, stroking the smooth skin gently. You practically leap from your skin. He can’t do that! Can he? He can’t do it again…

And then he does, his rough fingers tracing the inside of your ankle, and a wave arousal spills from you like clockwork. His fresh rain and smoke scent washes over you heavily and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

You can’t do this! Not for a whole weekend!

A knock at the door has you leaping away from him, tugging your feet away quickly.

“Someone’s jumpy,” Steve laughs before getting the door. Saved by the bell. A hotel employee brings a stack of pillows, blankets, and towels before rolling in a cart with two pizza boxes and two pitchers of beer.”

“We figured you wouldn’t eat much,” Steve laughs grabbing a chilled glass and plate before leaning next to you on the bed.

“Food’s here?” Bucky grins stepping out of the bathroom in a pair of low hanging grey sweats. Just a pair of low hanging grey sweats…

So many muscles…so much outline…

You’re going to die here.

His hair was still wet and messy as he mimicked Steve; grabbing food and finding a spot on the other side of you on the bed.

“What’s up, kitten? You gonna eat?” He asks before taking a bite.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper and slide out from between the two giant men. When did it get so hot? You’re suddenly glad for your lack of clothing.

There’s no chairs or a table in this room. It really is the barebones. It’s hard to believe that this is the same hotel with three bedroom suites.

You sit on the edge of the bed, taking Steve’s spot and nibbling on your food quietly.

“Kitten, you know we love you but you’re blocking the TV,” Bucky groans. “Come back up here.” No. No no no no. Not back there between those two big imposing men.

“Your spots still nice and warm for you,” Steve sighs patting the spot in between them. You didn’t need warmth. Warmth was the last thing you needed. But you slide your plate across the bed and scoot back between them.

“Ain’t this nice?” Bucky asks.

“You don’t want a drink, kitten?” Steve wonders.

“Oh no,” you smile. “Beer isn’t really my thing.”

“Shit! We should’ve ordered something for you. We should know you better by now,” Steve sighs.

“Rosé, huh, kitten?” Bucky asks guiltily.

“Yeah, a rosé would be nice but I’m fine,” you insist and shake your bottle of water before taking a sip.

“That’s no fun kitten. We want you to drink with us. I’ll call down and get a bottle.” A whole bottle? Oh no! You attempt to stop the brunet alpha but he’s already on the phone ordering their best bottle.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten. We’ll pay for it,” Steve laughs. That’s not the problem! You almost shout at him but then he uses that alpha influence on you. “Sit back and relax. Please.”

“O-okay,” you whisper and settle back into the pillows.

“Who knew you could be so obedient?” Bucky laughs hanging up the phone. “You never listen to your brother like that?”

These two are not your brother.

“Did you see that play?” Steve shouts.

“He’s going! He going! He’s going!”

“Come on, Evans! Fuck yeah! You’re going to owe me a fortune at the end of the season,” Steve laughs.

“My bracket’s going to turn around. Just you wait, punk.”

“Whatever, jerk.” You smile at their antics. You’ve heard it your entire life but it never stopped being adorable.

“You two are cute.” The words slip from your mouth before you get a chance to stop yourself. Their blue gazes are back on you in an instant.

“Cute, huh?” Bucky smirks, biting his bottom lip slightly. Oh no.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Steve grins leaning slightly closer to you. No no no no! You almost claw your way out from between them when there’s another knock at the door. Thank God!

You move to get up but Bucky presses your thigh back down. “Sit. I got it.” He returns only to hand you a glass of wine. “Drink up. You have a whole bottle to get through.”

“There’s no way I’ll finish that, Bucky,” you laugh taking the glass with both hands.

“You won’t know until you try, kitten,” Steve smirks poking your nose with his index finger.

These two are going to kill you.

You’re soon giggling at Bucky’s jokes and leaning into Steve’s touch after your third glass of wine.

“You should’ve seen him. He was puking over the railing. Those poor fish!” Bucky laughs at the man behind you’s expense. Steve attempts to fight off his own laughter, gripping your waist and pulling you closer against him as you laugh at Bucky’s story.

“Whatever. You keep talking shit. I’m going to take a shower,” Steve chuckles and pulls away from you.

“So, kitten, tell me about your first date?”

“What?” You laugh, taking a sip of your wine.

“We told you about ours. I wanna hear about yours,” Bucky smiles running his hand up your thigh.

“Oh, it really isn’t all that interesting. It was just this guy in high school. We went to the movies. I think we saw Superbad or one of those Michael Cera movies. He tried to kiss me before my mom could come get me up but I wasn’t feeling it.”

“You wouldn’t kiss a guy after one of Michael Cera’s attempts at acting?”

“No,” you giggle. “He’s a fine actor. I just wasn’t feeling it,” you shrug.

“Alright, tell me about your first kiss then.”

“My first…?” You ask scrunching your brows up at the alpha. “Umm, well…”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed,” Bucky laughs leaning a little closer. His hand hitches a little higher on your hip, gripping what’s exposed of your ass. Any other time you would have been running as far away from him as possible but right now his sandalwood and lavender scent is going to send you straight into an early heat.

“Promise not to laugh?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

“I won’t. Scouts honor.”

“Like you were ever a scout,” you smile in disbelief. “Well, I didn’t have it until college.”

“Late bloomer, huh?”

You nod. “I went to my first ever college party and got really wasted and I was dancing with this guy.”

“Recipe for disaster,” Bucky grins, pulling you a little closer. You happily curl into him, slotting your leg between his. Your hand comes to rest on his lower stomach. You’ve never felt such strong abs before. You can’t help but feel a little bit. You hope he doesn’t mind.

“I told you not to laugh!” You smile.

“You’re telling the story so dramatically I can’t help it.”

You groan softly and continue your story. “So I was dancing with this guy and my friends were ready to leave so we left and he came with us. Walked with us all the way across campus, it had to have been a couple of miles and he lived close to where the party was.”

“He was trying to get some,” Bucky laughs spanking you softly.

“He was! And he wasn’t subtle about it at all! We were plotting how to ditch him the entire walk. So my friend, Milly, said just make out with him and we’ll have the automatic doors at the dorm lock him out. She didn’t know I’d never kissed a guy so I was just dreading it. Like, why do I care how this guy thinks I kiss but we made it to the dorm. They’re looking at me expectantly, waiting to slam the auto doors on this poor kids face. I just copied what I’d seen on TV, lured him right into the doorway and I just went for it. I literally puffed out my cheeks and pressed my lips against his and he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth and it was horrible! It scared me so much, I stepped back before the girls said go but Milly was on the wrestling team so she has lightning fast reflexes and she slammed the door right on his tongue.” You can’t help the laughter that spills from you and Bucky’s soon follows. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!” You cry pressing your hand against his chest.

“How could you expect me not to laugh at that?” He chuckles. “Poor fucker. Didn’t know what he was getting into with a feisty little omega like you.”

“Feisty? Me?” You laugh.

“Yes, you,” Steve laughs from behind you, sliding back into the bed freshly washed and in only a thin pair of boxers and a tank top. “What’d you do, kitten?” His strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you slightly from Bucky’s grip. One hand splays across you stomach and the other rest a little too high on your ribs to be friendly.

“She was telling me about her first kiss. She’s an evil little thing.”

“Oh, not our kitten. She’s an angel,” Steve admits nuzzling his face in your neck. It feels so good. To be wrapped in two pairs of strong arms. Both their scents settle over you so comfortably. You wish you could drown in it. You practically purr at their touch. In fact…

“Kitten,” Bucky laughs. “Are you purring?”

“No!” You deny quickly pressing away from them. “We should really get ready for bed-”

“Aw, come on, kitten,” Bucky sighs pulling you back down into his embrace. “Hang out with us.” Hang out? The last thing these two were doing was hanging out but you fall back into his arms anyway. “Was your second kiss any better?” Bucky asks distracting you from Steve’s touch.

“W-well, yeah. They were all much better after that.”

“So, you’re a pretty good kisser, huh?” Steve asks pressing his lips against your neck then licking at the sensitive skin there just above your scent gland. “Do you kiss as good as you taste?”

“Wha-! No! Steve!” You whine squirming under his touch.

“Kitten, really. I wish you’d relax for us,” Bucky sighs. “You haven’t slammed anymore tongues into doors?”

You shake your head no while Bucky’s hand grips your ass, pulling you into him and right into something more stiff than his abs but they don’t even give you a chance to react to that.

“Can you show me, kitten? How you kiss?” Steve asks softly, his hand snaking under your tiny shirt and pressing you down onto your back.

“Stevie, Bucky, w-we really shouldn’t be doing this,” you whine looking up into Steve’s ocean eyes. He really does have beautiful eyes.

“Why shouldn’t we?” Bucky asks pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “You trust us, don’t you?”

“We’d never hurt you, kitten. You have no idea how long we’ve waited to get you away from your brother.”

“Practically since you presented.”

“That long?” You whisper, attempting to look at Bucky.

“You developed all these tantalizing curves, kitten. How could we resist?” There are hands all over your body. You can’t tell which ones belong to who. All you know is that you don’t want them to stop.

“We know you want us,” Steve sighs pressing your tiny shirt up over your breasts. “Your scent is fucking intoxicating.”

“And it spikes like crazy when we’re around. Just let us make you feel good, kitten. If you hate it, we’ll leave you alone,” Bucky promises.

“But we know you’ll love it.” Steve presses down your body and nips at your breast. You whine, spreading your legs to accommodate his large body.

“See? You already love it,” Bucky chuckles. He finally presses his lips to yours and it practically takes your breath away.

“Bucky,” you whimper against his lips as his scents spikes for you.

“Fuck,” Steve groans against your nipples. “Open up for us. Good girl, kitten.” You whine as your core clenches around nothing. You need them. You’ve never needed anyone more in your life. A set of fingers find your clothed core and you arch off the bed dramatically. “Warm her up for me, Buck?”

“You got it, pal,” Bucky chuckles around your lips. So many of your senses were firing at once. You didn’t know what to focus on. Steve’s tongue on your nipples and Bucky’s fingers at your clit. Fuck. It was all too much.

“Please,” you whisper not knowing what you wanted but you needed it.

“Please?” Steve chuckles. “Whatever you want, kitten. We’ll give it to you.”

“But you gotta tell us,” Bucky mutters. His fingers clear your tiny shorts and make contact with your naked pussy. You gasp at the feeling making them both chuckle softly.

“What can we do for you?” Steve asks.

“I-I wanna-I wanna-“

“You wanna what, kitten?” Steve’s mouth sucks at your sensitive nipples and Bucky’s fingers press against your quivering clit.

“Wanna cum!” You whine sharply.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky chuckles and pulls away from you along with Steve.

“Wai-! Where are you going?” You pant as they sit back to watch you.

“We need to get rid of all these clothes first,” Steve explains and presses your legs together to pull off your shorts while Bucky tugs your tiny top over your head. Then they work on themselves. Your eyes widen as you watch them peel off their bottoms, revealing their hard red leaking cocks.

“What’s wrong, kitten? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bucky smirks as he tosses away his sweats and grips his heavy erection, a steady stream leaking from it’s tip and making his scent so much more heady.

“You’re alright. Just relax,” Steve’s scent permeates beyond Bucky’s settling over you like a weighted blanket as he strips revealing his own giant cock. Precum bubbles out of his tip in thick globs making you gulp.

“Y-you’re both so big,” you whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Steve laughs. “We’ll get you nice and warmed up. You’ll barely feel us.” Barely!? You want to run away but you’re paralyzed under their gaze. “Now, let me get a real taste of you.” Steve tugs your legs up over his shoulders until you’re dangling with the top of your head on his lap and staring blankly at a now upside down Bucky. You don’t even have time to think about it before his tongue licks a strip up your core and you’re left screaming for him.

“Told you we’d make you feel good,” Bucky chuckles. “Now look at you. In the perfect position to fill up that cute little hole.”

“Wh-“ But you’re cut off by Bucky tapping his tip against your bottom lips. “That’s not gonna fit!” You protest but it’s on deaf ears as he presses past your lips into your hot, wet mouth.

“See? We know what we’re doing, kitten. Trust us,” Bucky sighs as he strokes himself against your lips. A hand wraps around one of yours and guides it around his thick member, showing you how hard to squeeze. “There you go, kitten. Good girl. Just like that. Fuck. How long do you think she can stay like this, Stevie?”

Steve pulls away long enough to mutter, “Until she cums,” before diving back into your hot pussy.

You whine around your oral burden feeling the blood simultaneously rush to your head and your core until you feel like you’ll pass out from the pressure. Your whimpers get more frantic and your attention on Bucky’s cocks gets more spotty until you’re legs are clamped around Steve’s head for dear life. You get so close as everything gets so dark and fuzzy around the edges. You can’t hold on anymore. Your eyes flutter shut just as sparkles burst behind your lids and you cum flooding into Steve’s awaiting mouth.

Fuck…

Fuck!

Your eyes wretch open at the impossible stretch inside your core. “Ah! Ahhh! Stevie! Bucky!” You cry out softly as the walls of flesh around you start to console you.

“Hey! Hey, kitten. You’re okay. Calm down,” Steve instructs, his scent starting to lull you into a sense of security as his fingers stroke your cheek gently.

“We told you you’d barely feel it,” Bucky laughs from behind you.

You feel it now! He feels impossibly large and how is he fucking you twice?

You glance down to see between your and Steve’s bodies.

No. No no no no! You let out a strangled scream as the pain of having two monster cocks inside of you starts register.

“Hey! Relax!” Bucky barks. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Being this full of us?”

“Just imagine being full of our babies,” Steve grunts.

“Fuck, you’d look so beautiful. All round with huge, leaking tits,” Bucky chuckles as his fingers dance across your hard nipples.

“You aren’t on birth control, are you?”

“N-no,” you whisper, smothering your face is Steve’s shoulder.

“Good,” they both reply at once. Not good. You weren’t ready for babies. You didn’t even have a mate…

“Stop,” Bucky calls to his partner sensing your distress first. “What wrong, kitten?”

“Tell us. Let us fix it,” Steve seconds as they both still inside of you.

You can barely think straight with them stretching you like this let alone reply.

“Can’t-can’t have a baby,” you strain.

“Why not?” Steve asks, stroking your braids from your face before cupping your face.

“I-we-we’re not-“

“Out with it, kitten,” Bucky groans smacking the side of your ass.

“Bucky,” Steve reprimands. “Talk to us, kitten.”

“We’re not mated!” You finally moan into Steve’s shoulder.

“Oh?” Steve laughs.

“Is that all?” Bucky chuckles. “Don’t worry about that.”

“You’ll have marks all over you by Sunday. No one will ever question who you belong to,” Steve smirks before gripping your hips and beginning to thrust into you anew. Bucky follows suit and you wonder just how much the human body can take before it splits in half. It’s too much. Far too much. They’re too big! They take up too much space in your little body. Just when you think you’ll pass out again Steve grumbles that he’s going to cum and Bucky mimics his notion shortly afterwards.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, slurring your speech with how close your own release is.

Then one of them hits that spot just right and you’re screaming for them, clinching around them enough that they cum spilling inside of you. And then you’re left screaming again as their knots pop into place keeping all that essence bottle up inside you as they continue to spew their seed.

You gasp as you feel your belly bloat with all of it, bowing outward against Steve’s strong abs.

“Too much!” You whine at the feeling. Too full. Too tight. Too heavy. Far too much.

“Hey! I know. I know. It’s a lot. Hang in there for us,” Bucky attempts to soothe but you immediately feel another round of hot cum paint your insides and ballooning your stomach even more.

“Can’t!” You cry but both men rub your arms and your face, attempting to calm you just enough to get you on your side. Bucky’s hand finds your bloated stomach and rubs soft circles into it while Steve whispers sweet praises in your ear.

“You were so good for us, kitten. The best girl we could ask for. You gonna hold on to all that hot cum and make us a bunch of babies?” You can only nod slightly as you attempt to get comfortable. Your quickened breaths eventually get heavier as you start to doze off. “There you go, kitten. Get some rest. You deserve it.”

“She’s tight as a drum, Stevie,” Bucky sighs as his fingers find your navel. It’s straining against the need to pop to give the cum inside you a little extra room.

“We might have over done it,” Steve chuckles until he feels his partner starting to strain against his knot. “The fuck are you doing?

“She’s just so hot like this. I can’t help it,” Bucky groans as he humps into their little partner.

“Fuck, Buck!” Steve hisses trying to ignore the friction against his own cock. “You’re gonna make me cum!” But Bucky just ignores him thrusting shallowly into you while you sleep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-“ Bucky sighs cumming into you once more and pulling Steve closely behind with him. You whimper softly in your sleep as your tummy bows out even more.

“Fuck, Buck! No more. She can’t handle it,” Steve says with an air of authority as he holds you against him protectively.

“I’m exhausted anyway,” the brunet yawns and cups your breast and your stomach as he follows you into sleep.

You wake up far more bloated than you remember when you fell asleep but at least both your alphas knots had gone down.

Your alphas…

It was interesting to think of them like that after so long of them being your brother’s friends. Your alphas sounds…nice.

You scramble from between the two sleeping giants and rush to the bathroom to release the load they deposited in you. You watch your bloated stomach deflate and wonder what pregnancy would be like.

You quickly shake your head of the thought. No babies without mating! You don’t care how much your omega instincts want to take over, that was never going to happen!

You return to the main room and find Bucky and Steve had turned into more comfortable positions without being knotted inside of you. You still crawl in between them and curl over Bucky’s chest in exhaustion.

“Hey? You alright?” He yawns feeling your weight as you nuzzle into him. You just nod and attempt to snuggle further into his chest. “Hang on. I want my pick of spots. Sit up for a second.” You sleepily obey, sitting on your heels before him while he scrutinizes you. He tilts your head to the left and bares his fangs into your shoulder right above your scent gland. Your eyes widen at how simple it is. No posturing. No rituals. Just a mark and you already feel more drawn to him. “There. All mine,” Bucky smiles proudly. “Punk! Wake up and claim her!” You can’t help but giggle at the two before you slide into Steve’s arms. You hold up your head on the opposite side of Bucky’s for him and that’s it. He’s marked you for life. You feel his pull start to tug you in as well as you press a kiss to his lips. You crawl from his arms and attempt to curl back in between them.

“You are far too active for a pregnant woman,” Steve mutters turning over to face you. “It obviously didn’t take and we need to try again.”

“I agree,” Bucky laughs only for you to protest and use the sheets as a shield against them.

“We have all weekend, right? You two can destroy me again tomorrow?”

Bucky smirks at you knowingly before averting his gaze to Steve. “Only if that’s a promise, ‘mega.” Your eyes widen at your brunet alpha.

“Goodnight, kitten,” Steve wishes and presses a kiss to your temple. “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

You were suddenly very awake.

“Kitten? Rise and shine, my beautiful little omega.” You curl further into the sheets after hearing your name.

“Too early,” you mumble.

“What happened to you being ours today? You promised.” You whine softly and peek from the pillows to see Bucky watching you expectantly. He’s already dressed for the day and so is Steve as he rubs your back from behind you. So sore. You wiggle your hips hoping to alleviate the pain but it doesn’t help.

“We should let her sleep in,” Steve sighs pulling you closer to him.

“She’s fine,” Bucky insists. “Get up and get dressed.” You stretch against Steve’s body, the sheets falling away from you and instantly reminding you that you’re completely naked. You let out a soft gasp and cover your chest out of instinct completely forgetting about last night’s activities.

“Shy all of the sudden?” Steve laughs and kisses your cheek. “You don’t have to hide from us. Come on. Get up.” You roll from the bed and stumble into the bathroom as the events from the previous evening start to flood your mind. You’re mated now. To your brother’s best friends...

He’s going to kill them.

Your eyes widen at the thought before you catch yourself in your reflection. Your braids are a tangled mess but under them you see two sets of semi circular marks on either side of your neck. You really are theirs now.

A shutter runs through your body and ends right at your core.

Theirs.

Your alphas.

This is kind of a lot to spring on someone after one night. You laugh at the situation. You never in a million years thought you’d be mated to Steve and Bucky. Sure you fantasized about it but it was never something you thought would become your reality.

You emerge from the bathroom freshly dressed in a short sun dress. “There she is,” Bucky smiles and pulls you into his arms. “You look so cute all dolled up for us.” You stand on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. He hums positively and pulls you back for more.

Steve chuckles from behind you. “Let her go so we can get some food. Gotta keep our little omega fed.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s hand as he leads you down to the hotel restaurant.

Your first time in public as a mated omega is interesting. All the attention you’re used to getting is gone? Well, not really gone. Alphas still look but they notice the marks you proudly bare on your neck and quickly glance away. It also didn’t help that your alphas were constantly all over you: making your plate, feeding you, making sure you got exactly what you wanted.

“Grab a jacket and something to keep you entertained,” Bucky instructs when you head back to the room.

“Am I going fishing with you guys?” You ask, stretching and yawning. You just wanted to go back to sleep. Steve gives you a positive hum while he gathers his things. “I can just hang out here. Get a massage or something,” you suggest. “Maybe a bigger room will be ready and I can move our stuff…”

“Nah, you can’t do that by yourself,” Bucky denies. “And we want you with us, kitten. It’ll be fun. Better than this stuffy hotel.”

“If you insist,” you sigh and follow them out to the truck. It’s a short drive to their fishing spot, maybe a little over half an hour. They’re quiet as the set up their gear so you set up a folding chair out of their way and work on your town.

“Kitten, you didn’t think you’d sit over there with your game all day, did you?” Bucky laughs calling you over. He grips your thigh under your dress and places a kiss on your hand.

“Is this fishing? Sitting around in the sun by the water?” You ask seeing their set up: a case of beers and a baseball game streaming on one of their iPads. How were they even getting a signal out here?

“Basically,” Steve smirks up at you, those beautiful eyes squinting in the sun. “I’m glad you wore a dress today. Less to work around.”

“Huh?” You question dumbly.

“Kitten, you remember how you promised to make us a baby this weekend?” Bucky asks pulling you closer by your leg.

“Right now?” You blanch looking around the forested landscape.

“Yes, right now. We have plenty of time.”

“What if someone sees?” You ask quietly.

“They’d get a beautiful show,” Steve sighs as Bucky’s hand snakes further up your leg to find your panties. He repositions you between his thighs before tugging the little piece of fabric down your legs. Bucky presses a kiss to your stomach just before his fingers find your slit.“Bucky,” you whisper, your face heating in embarrassment.

“Open up for me, kitten.” He kicks your feet apart and you fall into him, gripping his shoulders to keep your balance. His fingers tuck into your core, making a beaconing motion and immediately finding that spot he abused the night before. You let out a soft shriek as you grip his strong shoulders. Bucky lets out a satisfied hum and kisses your cleavage. “You’re so perfect for us. So glad we have you.”

“My alphas,” you breathe.

“Our perfect little omega,” Steve sighs stepping behind you hiking up your skirt over your ass. “With the best ass on the planet,” you hear the smile in his voice right before he smacks your ass roughly. “Open her up a little more for me, Buck.”

Bucky grips your ass and pulls your knees over his thighs on his folding chair. “Shit. Hold on,” Bucky grunts and stands with your legs around his waist. “Jacket, Stevie?”

Steve lays his jacket down for you to rest your knees on.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you smile.

“Anything for you, kitten.” Steve kisses you but you chase after his lips wanting more, both of their scents calming your nerves a little.

“Is this the same omega who was worried about being caught?” Bucky laughs gripping your bare ass.

“Bucky,” you giggle squirming in his grip.

“Calm down. We’re going to fuck you no matter what,” Steve jokes and kisses you once more. Bucky sits back down with your legs spread open for Steve, you can already feel your juices slipping from your core for them.

“There’s still some cum in you, kitten,” Steve sighs, swiping his fingers through your folds.

“I-it’s your fault,” you whimper.

Steve hums back, the sound of it runs straight down to your core. “My fault? It seems like I have a little kitten who needs to learn to clean up her messes.”

You drop your face into the bend of Bucky’s neck and inhale his scent. It’s so potent and heady you can barely think straight.

“Someone’s getting a little hazy,” Bucky sighs. “Your heat starting, kitten?”

“N-no!” You quickly deny and pull away from him.

“It’s okay. Come back.” He pulls you back into his embrace. “It’s okay if you can’t control it. That’s why we’re here.”

“Let us take care of that pesky heat,” Steve sighs. “You just be our sweet little omega.”

“Speaking of being our sweet little omega, do you wanna mark us, kitten?” Bucky asks pressing his lips to the mark Steve left on your shoulder.

“Y-you want me to…?” You question, your lids starting to feel heavy from the hormones suddenly overtaking your system.

Bucky gives you an affirmative hum, his lips never leaving your skin.

The thought never crossed your mind. You always assumed you’d belong to your alpha. Not the other way around.

It didn’t seem normal. Or, at least, no one ever talked about it.

“You’re sure you want me?” You whisper, trying to fight back the heat for a moment. It was coming no matter what at this point. It’s just a matter of letting it come.

“Kitten, we told you last night. We’ve wanted you for years,” Steve sighs, tilting your head back so you can see him.

“But you’re like a skittish little cat. You run at the first sign of danger. So we had to corner you,” Bucky adds trailing his fingers along your exposed cleavage.

“Get you alone, away from that protective brother of yours,” Steve smirks and kisses your forehead before releasing you.

“We want you, kitten. We have rooms made for you at our homes. Our kitchens are stocked with your favorite foods on the off chance you might come by. We just need you to submit.”

“B-both of you?” You breathe, glancing between the two of them.

“We’re a package deal, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles.

You watch Bucky’s chest for a moment, your fingers gripping his Henley lightly. You glance up at his blue eyes before shifting your gaze to his scent gland.

You nod slightly before leaning down to meet his skin. You kiss the area, trailing kisses until you find the perfect spot for your mark. Then you bite down hard and Bucky’s scent explodes for you. A fresh wave a slick coats your core and you almost feel faint.

“…so good,” you sigh out, mostly to yourself.

“If you like that, just wait for my rut,” Bucky grunts in your ear making your face heat. Everything suddenly feels so hot and your skin is so sensitive.

“My turn?” Steve asks, picking you up to cradle you against his chest. You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You nuzzle against his neck, finding the perfect spot on him as well. Your lips explore his skin before you finally bite down. A whine escapes you as Steve’s scent overwhelms your senses. You grip his shoulders as a cramp runs through your body.

“Fuck, kitten, I felt that,” Steve groans.

“You need someone to scratch that itch?” Bucky asks.

“It’s more than an itch, Buck. She needs to get fucked,” Steve laughs and places you back in his lap.

“Is that right, kitten? You need to get fucked?” A soft whine escapes your lips as you squirm in Bucky’s lap.

You nod weakly. There’s no use in hiding it now. They know you carnally. They feel everything you feel and they definitely feel the slick dripping down your thighs.

“Good girl,” Steve sighs. Steve spreads your lips with his fingers and thrusts in so slowly you feel every ridge and vein adorning his cock. The moan that escapes your lips is feral. You need this. You need them.

Steve completely buries himself in you and your jaw falls open dumbly.

“Fuck,” Steve groans. “You feels amazing, kitten.”

You feel your core clinch around him so tightly it’s almost painful.

Bucky lifts you up while you’re still impaled on Steve’s cock. He unzips his own pants and spreads your cheeks. His fingers wipe up the slick seeping out of your core before fingering your puckered hole.

“Deep breath kitten,” he sighs as he massages your insides, spreading the slick until you’re nice and slippery. “Keep breathing for me.”

Then you feel him. His thick head starting to breech that hole where it definitely shouldn’t.

“Too big,” you whine and struggle between them but before you know it, Bucky is fully sheathed within you.

Part of starts to panic as your heart and breaths race.

“Calm down, little omega. We’re gonna take care of you,” Steve coos.

“Very good care of you,” Bucky agrees.

You return to the hotel and the woman at the front desks apologizes again and hands Steve the keycards to the room he initially booked. The three of you look at each other before Steve speaks. “Actually, do you have any king suites available?”

You let your alphas carry your luggage to your new room. There were much more amenities than the last one. A kitchenette, a jacuzzi, a separate living room and bedroom.

“This a little better kitten?” Bucky asks wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nod and accept a kiss. Your phone vibrates on the table and a picture of your brother pops up on the screen. You pull away from Bucky’s grip and press a kiss to his lips before answering your phone.

“Hey, Sammy! How you feeling?”

“Way better! So I drove out to meet you guys. I knew you didn’t want to be left alone with those jokers for too long.” Your eyes widen and meet Bucky’s gaze like a deer in a set of headlights.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks throwing himself on the bed after he finishes unpacking again.

“Um, S-Sam…Sam is-Sam is…”

Bucky plucks the phone from your fingers. “Hello?” Bucky asks all concern but his face quickly lights up. “Hey! Yeah! Come on up. Room 532.” He hangs up your phone and places it back in your hands. “Sammy’s here,” he tells Steve as if it’s completely normal.

“Cool! I’m glad he’s feeling better.”

“The couch pulls out. I’m not moving rooms again,” Bucky sighs and pulls you to the bed.

“Wait!” You cry. “He-he’s gonna know. He’s gonna kill us!”

“I’d like to see him try,” Bucky laughs rubbing your stomach comfortably. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“I was just looking…there’s a steak house in town, twenty minutes away.”

“Steak sounds good. Anything for our kitten there?”

“They have salmon, shrimp risotto, oh! Lobster ravioli! You love lobster ravioli.” You do love lobster ravioli but your brother is about to see that his two best friends obviously fucked his little sister and you were all about to be on his shit list.

How can they be so calm about this?

There’s a knock at the door all too soon before you could even start to process a defense for the situation.

Steve gets up to answer the door and you hear the two best friends greet each other. Sam sounds so happy.

Too happy!

You start to panic when Bucky’s hand finds yours.

“Hey, relax. We’ll handle this. That’s what alphas are for.”

“Where my baby sister?” You hear Sam call and you pull away from Bucky and stumble from the bedroom. Steve brushes your lower back as you step up to Sam. You look up into his brown eyes and he instantly knows something is off.

He inhales your scent and sets a glare on Steve. “You fucked my little sister.” It wasn’t a question.

“Can you blame us, Sam? We’ve wanted her for far too long. We weren’t going to pass this up.”

“We? Both of you?” His gaze falls back on you. “Are you okay?”

You cock your head to the side. Are you okay? You let out a laugh and fall into a fit of giggles. “Surprisingly, I survived,” you breathe out through your laughter.

“Are you okay with this?” Sam asks once you sober.

You glance between the two men on either side of you. “I’m really happy, actually. They’re perfect,” you smile and grip Steve’s hand.

Sam glances between the three of you. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Anyway, we were thinking steak for dinner. You hungry?” Bucky asks and grabs Sam’s bag off of his shoulder.

“Starving,” Sam sighs. “Traffic was horrible.”

“Right? Poor kitten’s switch died and she was stuck just listening to us. She’s a fucking saint for that.” You giggle falling into Bucky’s chest.

“I think I fell asleep at some point,” you smile.

“And the room situation has been a nightmare. You don’t mind sleeping on the pull out?” Steve asks leading your brother into the room.

“Let me guess, they were out of three bedrooms and it was the one bed situation and now I have to watch my sister and my two best friends act like mates?”

“Yeah! That’s exactly it, actually,” Steve laughs.

“And we did mate her. You’re pretty good at this, Samuel,” Bucky smirks.

Sam looks between the three of you absolutely dumbfounded. “Alright,” he lets out a shaky exhale. “Give me a few days to adjust to this. Please.”

Bucky grins cheekily. “Should we start calling you brother, yet?”

“What about ‘a few of days’ aren’t you getting, Buck?”

“Your sister’s anything but quiet so you’re gonna hear about it all night,” Steve smirks.

“You know what, I’m just going to get my own room. I don’t wanna hear it.” You giggle softly at your brother’s comment. “Just don’t hurt my sister and you three can do whatever you want.”

“You know we could never, Sammy,” Steve grins.

“At least not in a way she wouldn’t beg for,” Bucky smirks.

“Stop! I told you I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not listening,” Sam calls before grabbing his bag and heading back downstairs.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the only room left was the one next door?” Steve hums, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your head.

“Or the one we just left,” Bucky muses.

“Fine! I’ll get a different hotel!” Sam groans making you laugh again.

“Be nice, boys. We’ll behave.”

“You have to behave first, kitten,” Steve mutters before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Definitely staying in a different hotel,” Sam sighs.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bucky smirks. “Like you’ll leave her alone with us for another night. Let’s go get some food.”

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matmiraculous · 3 months ago

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Since people like my thought of Girl Dad Dev, here are some future Devzel headcanons and the girls :)

- Dev had a crush on Hazel for years but didn't admit it to himself until halfway through middle school.

- Dev had a girlfriend in 8th grade but it didn't last long. She was a rich girl that he knew through like rich parties and was mean to Hazel. :<

- Hazel realized she had a crush on him when they started high-school. She confessed like two days after she realized and expected Dev to turn her down.

- He didn't obviously but he legit thought he was dreaming.

- They dressed as Kennueth (spelling???) And Duckworth that year for Halloween.

- Everyone expects Dev to be the Jealous one but no. It is Hazel. That is her perfect curly haired boy.

- On that note, Dev has a bunch of cringy pet names.

- Hazel calls him her Favorite Boy.

- They go to different universities and miss each other a lot. So many helicopter rides to visit Hazel.

- Fresh out of college Dev picks a day and they do al the things they love together. He tries so hard to propose but keeps backing down. Hazel ends up asking him while they're watching TV that night.

- Big huge wedding. So much lemonade was served.

- They still live in the city in their own huge fancy penthouse.

- Only a year later their first daughter is born! Her name is Delilah Athena Dimmadome-Wells.

- Yeah the last name pisses Dale off. Dev took it to.

- Delilah is the purple sister. She is the most Daddys girl to ever Daddys girl.

- Delilah follows Dev everywhere. She is often on his hip while in meetings or in a baby carrier when he's out and about.

- She loves rocks like her mom.

- Emo teenager. Has issues with overbearing dad. This hurts Dev A LOT.

- First word was Dada.

- Will fight her grandfather if given the chance.

- 3 years after Delilah was born, their younger daughter Dakota was born!

- Spoiled rotten. Will mess with people to get her way.

- Pink sister Dakoa.

- Mellows out as a teen.

- Also a daddys girl but less. Hangs-out with her mom as a baby instead of dad.

- Doesn't want Dev to go when he drops her off for preschool.

- Dakota laughs at all of Devs dad jokes.

- They have at least 3 cats because of the girls. Dev didn't want any of the cats. 2 were snuck in without him knowing.

#fop #fop anw #fairly offparents #dev dimmadome #hazel wells #hazel fop #fop hazel #dale dimmadome #dev fop #fop au #fop dev #fop a new wish

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nyx-is-missing · 10 months ago

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SUNSET PART 1

Or early summer!

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: When Cassandra gets involved in a scandal early in the day, she goes to camp early.

Warnings: men....thats all i could think of actualy.

First read this!

Part 2 is here!

Cassandra De Young

Im fucked.

That's it, that's all i can say.

I knew it as soon as my hand reached his face and stinged, as soon as i heard a camera's flash, and as soon as i stepped into my mom's apartment.

Let's just rewind a bit, okay?

My family own a big business, that you already know by now, the thing is, when they reeaally want to do business with someone they go extreme, the most common technique is to get on the good side of everyone in the family, everyone.

They research, pretend to have things in common, to like the same things, to have the same views of life, and to make it more believable they always go for the person who is closest in age with them.

Usually i dont get involved in this situations because im younger than everyone else, the only teen in the family.

The thing is, this family also had someone around my age.

A 18 year old guy.....eighteen.

Let me tell you, i really wasn't going for trouble today, i tought he may be a normal guy, just with a little money, someone i could have a conversation with, drink some coffe, laugh and go back home and think "hey, not so bad"

He.was.not.

All he could talk about is how much money his family had, where he went for winter break, his pure blood horse, that only ate (attention to this one) IMPORTED GRASS.

Overall a huge dick.

But that i could handle, i've met people like this, i could handle a shitty talk for some hours, what i could not handle was having to go through all this with his hand on my knee bellow the table.

And here i was, spending one of my last days of spring being tortured by the fates.

"You're not paying much attention to the conversation are you?" He said, and gods that accent was almost making me want to jump out of a cliff, or push him out of a cliff, both would work.

"Oh sorry i was-"

"No need to apologize, people get bored i know" Not that he did something criminal by not letting me finish my sentence but, my gods every action coming from him its making me want to die right now "Its okay, i could find some way to make you focus"

Okay, im done

"Im gonna need you to stop saying odd shit" I looked him dead in the eye with a bothered look, and by the surprised look he gave me back i was 100% sure nobody ever told him to shut up when he was saying nonsense.

"C'mon, dont be like that-" he said trying to get his hand a little but upwards, and i only realized i slapped him when i felt my hand burning.

"Oh my gods im sorry i-" And then i heard the camera flashes.

Im going to need you to imagine the scene, my hand was still up, his hand was till on his cheek, and he had a scared look in his face, as did most of the people at the fancy coffe shop.

Do i smile now? Strike a pose? This one is definetly getting front pages at every place.

I chose the safest choice, got out of that straight to my house.

No..i did not payed the bill.

The whole way home i was trying really hard to think of something to say that was not going to make my family mad, especially my grandfather, but considering whe has always mad with something, that felt like a impossible mission.

First thing i saw when i opened the door of the penthouse was my mom, standing in front of the television, and sure enough, my face was on it.

She turned to me, but before she could even say something i started to explain myself.

"Its not what it looks like mom, i swear, i didn't do it on pourpose, let me explain please-" i couldnt actually read the look on her face, but she didnt say anything, so i took that as a go ahead.

When i explained her what happened her face relaxed a bit, but not completely, and she had a look that said your grandpa is getting in my nerves because of this.

"I'll talk to your grandfather about this, but you need to know that the way you acted wasn't appropriate, there is cameras all around and you need to be careful...lets just thank the gods you didnt pulled out a dagger right?" She walked closer to me, and i knew she was trying to comfort me, its a pitty actually, i knew she didnt wanted kids when she had me, i knew how grandpa treated her when he found out, to me, it was enough that she at least tried to love me enough. "You already have your things packed to camp right? I know you have some more days of school but ill call them and tell them you are sick, its best for you to leave earlier this year, then your grandfather wont talk your ears out...you okay with that?"

"Yes mama, ill just finish packing some small things...do i leave today?" I felt her hands on my shoulders, and heard a silent im sorry.

"Yes, but dont be like that, think that you at least wont have to see the news talking about you..youll just be there, with your siblings, eating strawberies and..whatever else demigods do daily, right?"

Like i said, it is enough to me that she tries, even when she isnt great all the time, i know people who dont even have this.

I nodded and went to my room, making sure not to accidentally hit a new sculpture, placed in the corridor.

I didnt wait for her when i finished packing.

I knew she wouldnt be the one to take me there, she never is, she has things to do with the family business, its what ive always heard.

So when i got to the underground garage with my bags i automatically searched for one of the family drivers, sure enough, he was there.

He was a nice guy, but quiet, i knew that he probably had orders not to talk to the family members unless spoken to, grandpa did this with all of them, i also knew he never actually knows where hes been taking me, he takes me there almos every year, but always stops at the road in front of the forest, maybe this sad look he has on his face its because he thinks he is taking me to one of those crazy wilderness therapies as a punishment.

Granpa would absolutely do that if he hadnt had to live with a great public appearence.

"Miss? We are here" He looked at me in the rearview mirror, i only realized i had doze of when my eyes met his and i blinked. "Hold on tight, im going to help you with your luggage okay?"

"Oh..thank you mr bell" He opened the trunk, and then the back door for me, extending his hand to help me get out of the car "thank you, again"

"Sure miss, just let me take your bags out and we are all set okay?-"

Another car dor noise made us both look to the right, to find Clarisse La rue, closing a taxi door, with just one big suitcase in hand.

Now, my story with Clarisse is kind of complicated, i've met her when he were, eight i guess, her family bought some shares in the family business and we saw each other very regulaly, and ever since then everything everyone told me about her is that she is a troublesome girl, that i should stay far.

But she was the one who realized i was a demigodess, and took me straight to camp when a monster found me, and she was the one who, many times when we were little, comforted me when my family made me cry.

It seems like she forgot all of that because she never even looks at me.

If you ask her, she has never even met me at all actually.

"Clarisse, you're early"

"Cassandra, you too-"

"Cass actually, i prefer cass" i corrected her, to wich she just rolled her eyes and muffled a whatever. "Thats all you are taking? One suitcase?"

"And you are taking all that? How do you plan on walking the whole way with all that? Im assuming he wont go with you" she said looking at mr bell, and its true, he could not walk the whole way with me, and i could not walk with all that alone...fuck

"....you could help m-"

"No, dont even think about it"

"C'mon Clarisse!" She didnt even answered me this time actually. "Arent you a Ares-" i looked at the driver taking the suitcases out. "A ares...type of kid? You will pass on the oportunity to demonstrate your muscles or whatever?"

She started to walk away with a bored look, did i already said fuck?

"C'mon ill do whatever! I- i dont know.. 20 dracmas!, no?, ill help you with the cleaning duty you'll eventually have when you fuck it up? I..ill do that AND ill cure you anytime you want, everyday, no matter the time!"

She stopped walking.

Yes! I knew it, one of the many problems clarisse had its that she likes to go out at night to train alone, and when she gets hurt she cant ask anyone to help her, because she would get caught

"Give me those suitcases already and shut up-" she was interrupted by a very happy me hugging her.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouclarisse!"

I felt her hands on my arms and realized she was going to push me away, so i took a step back

"Geez Clarisse, you could've just told me to back off, dont be like that... just take these and ill take those"

I said pointing to the suitcases, and saying goodbye to mr bell.

Can i already welcome summer and his crazy energy? No? Okay.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

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kawaii-queen-kaiju · 5 months ago

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Teenagers

Gotham City. What the hell was Mme. Bustier thinking?! Here she was thinking her PowerPoint had proved her- well, point,- but apparently not. So here she was staring at the plane that was gonna take her and her hellish class to their doom. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating, but with trigger-happy mental patients (literally!), no Miraculous Cure, and Lila of all people, this was bound to be a dumpster fire!

"Ugh, come on, Dupain-Cheng. Are you gonna stand there all day or are you coming?"

Chloe. Her unlikely ally against Lila, the only person she hated more than Marinette herself. After the rest of the sheeple had migrated to Lila's side, Marinette found that the only people she had left standing beside her were Kagami, Luka, and- surprisingly- Chloe. Adrien was disappointingly neutral, but she didn't hold it against him. His upbringing had left him horribly socially stunted, and she was 90% sure Lila had some kind of unholy alliance with Gabriel, keeping Adrien in check.

"Yeah, I'm coming, don't get your panties in a twist."

"Dupain-Cheng!"

The hotel was fancy. Like, Grand Paris Hotel fancy. Stupid billionaires.

The rest of the class got paired up, two to a room, but Chloe managed to get hers changed to the penthouse suite, oh so graciously deigning to let Marinette stay with her.

"What am I supposed to do with two beds, Dupain-Cheng? Hmm? Besides, if I left you alone with the rest of the heathens, they'd tear you to shreds!"

Marinette thinks she enjoys the company after Sabrina flocked to Lila.

The itinerary has them set for resting the jet lag off that night, then touring the Gotham Wayne Enterprises office. Unfortunately, while Chloe is snoring away in the next room over, Marinette is lying awake worrying. Sure, she knew that no one was going to find the Miracle Box in her sewing box, magically locked, in her suitcase, with a padlock on it, stashed in the hotel provided safe, but she still felt paranoid having it out of her bedroom.

As a result, her night with little to no fitful sleep compounded on the jet lag, leaving her feeling like a literal zombie.

Wait, she's died before, so is she a zombie?!

Coffee. Her eyes zero in on the drink of the gods in Chloe's manicured hand.

"You are a goddess, Chloe, and I love you." She says, chugging the coffee down like a man in the middle of the desert. She completely missed the astonished look on Chloe's face.

"Alright class, I'm gonna do a quick headcount, then we'll head out." Mme. Mendeleiv said.

Despite the fact that Mm. Bustier wanted to go on the trip, she found out that she's pregnant and decided that the other teacher should go in her stead. Honestly, it was the only thing that salvaged the trip for Marinette. If Mme. Bustier were here, she'd have probably left her behind!

They quickly boarded the bus (dodging a foot stuck out by Alya. God, to think she almost confessed she was Ladybug to her!) and got on their way.

The W.E. office was, quite frankly, huge. Really! The only building that Marinette had seen that could hold a candle to the building, was the TVi studio back home. The lobby was equally as impressive. It was huge with marble floors and columns that probably cost more than her parents would make in their whole lives.

"Hi! Are you the French class?"

They were greeted by a woman who... honestly, looked out of place in the large pristine lobby. Her brown hair was long and curly, up in a ponytail, revealing shaved sides, and heavily pierced ears. Her rock t-shirt, cargo pants, and leather jacket clashing with the business casual the rest of the people bustling about were sporting.

Oh, wait. Was she saying something?

"-guest I.Ds, they'll let you access the elevators up to the fifth floor. Any questions?"

"Yes, one." Mme. Mendeleiv said. "I thought our tour guide was a young man, Richard Grayson?"

The woman's eye twitched (she tuned out her name, damn.).

"Yes, he was scheduled to lead the tour, but something... came up." She seemed awfully annoyed with this Richard. Hmm.

"Excuse me? Riley?" Lila piped up from the back. Ew. The woman's- Riley's- smile sharpened. "That's Mrs. Miller-Todd to you. Yes?" Lila flinched back, like her words physically hurt. That little- "W-Well, I was wondering why our passes only took us up to the fifth floor?"

"W-" Mrs. Miller-Todd (damn, that was a mouthful, is this how people feel about her name?), opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Alya. "Yeah! For your information, Lila's dating Damian Wayne!"

Well, shoot. She might not have to deal with Lila for much longer. At Alya's exclamation, all the movement in the lobby stopped, every single person staring at Lila and Alya like they grew another head. Their tour guide raised an eyebrow looking amused, baffling Lila and the rest of her flock. "Really? I wasn't aware that he had even been to France, let alone gotten a girlfriend five years older than himself." Did... did that just happen? Did Lila just get called out in front of a bunch of people who seemed to not believe her?! "Pinch me." Marinette whispered. Unfortunately for her, Chloe heard her. She whipped around and pouted at her.

"Lila's not from France! She lived in Italy before; that's where she met him, and the Wayne's are very secretive, that's why you didn't hear about it! And five years isn't that much!" Alya stoutly defended Lila, reminding Marinette vaguely of a pomeranian.

The poor young woman covered her mouth with her hand, looking like she was contemplating running out the door and not looking back. "You know what?" She muttered, "Bruce is gonna have to actually pay me to get me to deal with this shit." Out loud though, she said; "O-kay, well, supposed girlfriends aside, the first five floors are the only ones open to visitors, the rest are various labs and offices for employees, nothing very interesting."

Marinette wanted to argue that the labs sounded very interesting, but like a good visiting student, said nothing.

They went up the elevators in two groups, up to the third floor. "The second floor is a food court, and you'll be stopping there for lunch and getting turned over to your teacher. Now this floor..."

The tour was actually pretty interesting. They got to see a few finished projects going up for sale, and an in-depth explanation of which department does what. They managed to get to the R&D department before Lila's Possi(trademark pending) caused more trouble. "So, is it true that you make Batman's gear? How about nuclear weapons?" Alya asked, whipping her phone out. Mrs. Miller-Todd sighed. "Mlle. Cesaire, I believe that in the form you signed allowing you on this trip, it said 'no recording devices of any kind'?"

Alya frowned, but put her phone away. "Good. That was your first warning, Mlle. Cesaire. If it happens again, I will have to confiscate it. As for your question, I'm afraid I can't answer it." Alya grinned, her hand twitched, obviously wanting to grab her phone, but refraining. "So you do!"

Mrs. Miller-Todd narrowed her eyes. "I did not say that. I mean, that I don't know. I'm not an employee at Wayne Enterprises."

Everyone's eyes blew wide. Not an employee? "But, if you're not an employee, then why are you giving the tour?" Mme Mendeleiv asked. Mrs. Miller-Todd sighed in annoyance. "I lost a bet."

"Yeah, but who let you do this?" Alya demanded, placing herself in front of Lila, like the loyal guard dog she was. Mrs. Miller-Todd raised her eyebrow (it was starting to seem like her signature move at this point. Or maybe... someone else found her class as annoying as she and Chloe do?). "Bruce Wayne."

Marinette could feel the panic in Lila from the back of the group, and watched the reporter in Alya sit up and beg. She whipped her phone out and started rattling off questions, asking about her relationships with Bruce Wayne. In a second though, her phone was taken from her hand, cutting her off. "I warned you, Mlle. Cesaire. You'll get it back at the end. Now, last time I checked, this was a tour of the building, not my personal life." She proceeded to turn on her heel and stalk off down the hallway, expecting the class to follow.

"I like her." Chloe said next to her ear. "Mmhmm." Marinette hummed back, agreeing whole heartedly.

Maybe Gotham wouldn't be a disaster after all.

Cross-posting from Ao3, attempting to lure followers here all because of a bit :)

#batman fanfiction #maribat #mlb x dc #batman #miraculous fanfic

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lexithwrites · 2 months ago

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wolfstar hcs pls? miss you talking abt them :(

- Sirius is 6’0 and Remus is 6’1 (not fussed about a huge height difference anymore)

- whenever they go on dates Sirius picks Remus up on the motorbike just to see him blush, he finds it really hot

- and Sirius is an absolute gentleman with Remus but he’s still a menace

- they’re switches and verses but Sirius tends to be more dominant

- I love the hc that Hope and Lyall own a bakery or a cafe so Remus works there on the weekends for his own money and to help his parents but Sirius is a wealthy boy so he’s basically his sugar daddy lmao

- they discussed it before hand and at first Remus was embarrased but Sirius told him it’s not that he thinks he can’t afford things, but he loves taking care of Remus and enjoys spending money on him

- they live in a penthouse rn but it’s remus’ dream to have a little cottage somewhere in brighton or Cornwall, and Sirius vows to buy them one eventually

- they have a pet rabbit, Snow, that Remus adores

- Sirius probably owns a bar or something, I feel like I’m modern day muggle au’s his parents own property and a lot of businesses and he bought a bar with his inheritance

- he lets his mates in for free lmao

- he has a car but they only take it out for longer journeys

- Remus has a knee brace and a cane when his knee gets bad

- Sirius is always making sure he’s stable and okay, he carries pain killers on him every single day

- Sirius definitely has depression from his upbringing and just in general, he has bad trauma, and has night terrors sometimes that only Remus has seen

- Remus hugs him so tight when this happens, or when he’s having a low day, and makes him soup and tea and stroked his hair and just hums songs like his own mum used to do when he was little

- Sirius is very loud and boisterous when he’s in public but he’s softer and quieter with Remus when he’s relaxed

- anime lover Remus, my beloved, gets Sirius into so many shows and they have a Crunchyroll account that they go through daily and they curl up on the sofa together

- Sirius loves wine and has one of those fancy ass wine chillers in his kitchen island

- they host a lot of parties and dinners bevause Remus loves being a host and a lil house husband, Sirius thinks it’s so sexy but also sweet and he gives him so many kisses as thanks

- I won’t go nsfw rn just in case that’s not what you wanted but I’m always down to make an nsfw post

#the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #mail

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matty-bear · 11 months ago

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I. The Party [N.S]

Type: Chapter one of The Influencer series

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x Male!OC

Warnings: SFW, mentions of drinking

Summary: The triplets find themselves at a large influencer party located in downtown LA. What will happen when Nick finds himself getting assisted by Finn when he’s struggling to get some drinks for him and his brothers? And what will be Nick’s response when Finn sends him a message after they exchanged numbers at the party?

Notes: So excited to write this series! Hope you all enjoy reading the first chapter of The Influencer :D

WC: 2371

CH2 CH3

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Considering how popular they’ve become in the past year, the triplets have been invited to an influencer party somewhere in downtown LA. The boys aren’t fans of parties, let alone if it’s a large one where a bunch of influencers are going to attend. However, Nick managed to persuade Matt and Chris to go, saying that it could be a good opportunity for them to meet new people and possibly make connections.

Around an hour before the party was said to begin, all three boys got ready. They weren’t going to be in suits and whatnot since it’s not a fancy event and instead put together comfortable yet stylish outfits. Once they got themselves together, they all filled inside the car and headed downtown.

“Is this the right place?” Matt asks, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of a large penthouse with colored lights flashing around it in front of them.

“Yeah, this is what the address said.” Nick replies, peeking out of the window and gnawing at the sight of the hundreds of cars around the building.

“Let me find a spot and we can head in.” Matt begins to drive closer towards the building. He speeds up a little when his eyes land on an empty spot a few cars away from the building. After parallel parking into the spot, he puts the car in park and the three boys exit the vehicle.

“Try to stay together and don’t do anything stupid.” Nick says, guiding them towards the penthouse. Once arriving at the front door, a guard appears in front of him demanding their names. One by one, the three tell the male their full names and bid small thanks when he steps aside to let them into the house.

“Holy shit.” Chris mumbles, the sound of loud chatter and music flooding his ears in an instant.

“Can we find somewhere a little less crowded to chill?” Matt asks, his hand immediately reaching up to fiddle with the horse chain around his neck. Nicks nods his head and scans the large space for a moment before he drags Chris and Matt to an area in the back side of the house.

“Fucking hell. This place is huge and we’re barely on the first floor.” Chris says with a huff as he plops down on a large sofa away from the few people sitting on it.

“Tell me about it.” Matt mumbles, him and Nick taking a seat on both sides of the younger. The oldest of the three continues to scan the large crowds moving together in unison around them as the younger two whip out their phones. After around fifteen minutes of sitting around and people watching, Nick gets up abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Chris asks, his gaze immediately shifting up to the older.

“Ima find something to drink. Y’all want anything?” Nick replies, looking between the two males who are gazing up at him.

“Can you get me a drink, drink?” Chris asks, his statement earring an eyebrow raise from the older.

“You want an alcoholic beverage?” Nick clarifies.

“Yeah. Just a light one though. Nothing too crazy.”

“Alright. I’ll be back.” Chris nods his head in acknowledgement before Nick walks back into the crowds of people. He cringes as multiple people push and stumble into him. After a moment of struggling to push through the crowd, Nick finds the drink area.

Surprisingly, no one was occupying the room so the red-head quickly made his way to the large selection of alcoholic beverages. Panic and confusion hit him like a large wave as he stares at the countless bottles displayed in front of him.

“You need help over here?” The sudden voice causes Nick to jump and quickly turn around on his heels. He opens his mouth to respond but the sight of the tall male in front of him causes him to panic and freeze in his spot. Nick finds himself eyeing the boy up and down a few times, gay panic fully setting in as he takes in his appearance.

Dark blue hair, defined cheekbones, two silver chains around his neck, a few rings littering his long and slim fingers which hold an empty shot glass, a blue and black striped ripped sweater, (which was hanging very loosely on his shoulders) black baggy jeans, and Doc Martens. Nick could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of a tattoo under his sleeve but he wasn’t entirely sure, the various colored lighting being no help to his case.

“Hello?” The male taps Nick’s shoulder with his pointer finger, seeming to snap the boy out of his trance as he looks back up at him.

“Umm.. Hi, sorry.” Nick apologizes, a subtle blush coating his cheeks in an instant. “I have no idea what I’m doing, I apologize. I’m not a drinker so all of this is very confusing to me.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. We all start out as beginner drinkers. You need help picking something out?” The blue haired male asks, his long earring touching his shoulder as he tilts his head to the side.

“God, please. Nothing too strong.”

“I got you, don’t worry.” Nick watches as the male in front of him sets the glass in his hand down on the marble countertop to grab a small glass from the cupboard behind him.

“Do you mind pouring me like two?”

“Yeah, of course! Two drinks coming right up.” As the male begins to make the drinks, Nick finds himself staring at him again, the small blush on his cheeks darkening a shade or two as he eyes his side profile. “Here you go, two Gin and Tonic cocktails. This is the simplest of drinks in my opinion so you should be perfectly fine if you down the whole thing.”

“Perfect, thank you so much.” Nick smiles at the male, the smile he returns making him melt before he takes the two drinks from him.

“Oh, I’m Finn by the way.” Finn greets, picking up his shot glass to pour himself another drink.

“Nick.”

“Great to meet you, Nick. Will I be seeing you around later tonight?” Nick opens his mouth to reply but the sound of quick footsteps coming behind him causes him to temporarily halt his actions and turn around.

“The hell is taking so long?” Chris asks, stopping short of a few steps behind the red-head. His eyes flicker up to Finn for a moment before he looks back at Nick.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Nick says, sending a warning look to the younger who rolls his eyes and walks off. The red-head turns around, an apologetic expression on his face as meets eyes with Finn again. “Sorry, I gotta go. I’m sure I’ll see you later though.”

Finn nods his head and holds his glass out in front of him. Nick eyes the glass for a moment, confused, before he gently clinks his glass with Finn’s. The latter shoots the male a smile before he bids him farewell and walks off. Once the male is out of eyeshot, Nick mumbles a “holy shit” under his breath before hurrying back through the crowds of people to get back to Matt and Chris.

“There you are. The hell was taking you so long?” Matt asks, his arms crossing as he eyes the red-head.

“He was flirting with some guy while getting the drinks.” Chris replies, watching with a teasing smile as Nick grows flustered at his response.

“I was not!” Nick defends. “He was just helping me get drinks because I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.”

“Sure kid.” Nick rolls his eyes and sits on the sofa next to Matt. He offers one of the glasses to him and raises an eyebrow when the younger shakes his head.

“I’m driving us back. Did you forget I’m the only one out of the three of us that can drive?” Matt questions, his gaze falling down to the rings hugging his fingers.

“You’ll live if you have some. Finn said it’s a light drink so you should be fine.” Nick reassures, turning over to Chris who’s sending him a questioning gaze. “What?”

“So you know his name.” Chris states, gently taking one of the glasses out of Nick's hand to take a sip.

“Drop it, Chris.”

“Someone’s getting defensive.” Chris raises an eyebrow at the older who sends him a threatening glare.

“I’m not getting defensive.”

“I beg to differ.” As the younger shrugs and leans back, Matt speaks up.

“Do you mind if we go?” The male asks, gaining the attention of both his brothers as they quickly look his way.

“No, we can go.” Chris replies, his eyes narrowing as he watches the older fidget with the keys hanging on his belt loop. The moment he stands up and sets his glass on the table nearby, the older two follow him. As Chris walks over to Matt and wraps an arm around his shoulder to guide him to the front door, Nick stays behind to take a few glances around the room.

A small puff of air escapes his lips before he downs his glass in one go and sets it down next to Chris’ on the table. As he runs up to the latter and Matt, he whips his head around and halts momentarily when someone taps him on the shoulder.

“Finn.” Nick breathes, an immediate smile forming as he looks up at the taller.

“Hey.” The male greets, giving a small smile in return. “You heading out?”

“Yeah.” Nick frowns, “I’m not used to these settings so I feel a little out of place.”

“I feel you. Do mind if we swap numbers before you dip?”

“I don’t mind at all.” Finn smiles widely before both males swap phones to exchange numbers.

“Well, I won’t hold you back from leaving. I’ll text you later, Nick. It was nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too!” After sharing a quick wave goodbye, Nick rushes to the front door to catch up with Matt and Chris. A small shiver runs down his spine the moment the cold air nips at his exposed skin, his footsteps quickening as he hurries to the van a few cars down the street. He hurriedly opens the side door and hops in, his arm extending to grab the door handle and pull the door shut.

“Did you run into your boyfriend or something?” Chris asks, turning around in his seat to look back at the older.

“Chris, shut the fuck up. Like respectfully, please shut up.” Nick grumbles as he buckles himself in.

“What the hell are you two going on about? Did I miss something?” Matt questions, his gaze switching from Chris to Nick as he pulls the gear shift down to reverse.

“Did you not hear what I said back there?” Chris lets out a small sight when the older shakes his head. “When I went to go find Nick, I saw him flirting with some guy while he was getting the drinks.”

“You were flirting with a guy?” Matt gasps, his jaw dropping slightly as he looks at Nick in the rear view mirror.

“I was not!” Nick exclaims, his arms crossing as he slumps in his seat.

“Why are you blushing so hard for then?” The red-head quickly hides his face in his hands and looks towards the window, a small whine escaping him.

“Can we just go please?”

“Yeah, we can go.” Matt lets out a breathy chuckle as he backs out of his spot, the drive back to the house being quiet apart from the faint beats of the songs playing on the radio.

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The moment all three boys walk through their front door, they all split ways to go to their rooms. (Apart from Chris who takes a quick detour to grab a Pepsi before he goes to his room.) Nick yawns as he flicks on his bedroom light, his arms coming up to stretch above his head as he shuffles to his wardrobe.

He quickly changes into more comfortable clothes before shutting the lights back off and climbing in bed. He sighs contently as he brings the blanket up to his chin and shuts his eyes. He turns around on his side, trying to get more comfortable before the single turn turns into two. And two turns into three.

Half an hour full of the male tossing and turning in bed passes in what seems like 10 minutes. An exasperated sigh escapes Nick’s lips as he sits up in bed, the blanket rolling down to his thighs. He rubs his eyes for a moment before his arms fall down to his side in exhaustion. He looks around his room for a moment, the only source of light being the bat phosphorescence fixture on his nightstand.

“You know what…” Nick mumbles, reaching over to the remote next to the bat fixture. He sinks down in bed as he turns his television on, going blind momentarily at the bright light emitting from the TV mounted on the wall in front of him. He blinks his eyes for his vision to adjust to the light before he opens up one of the apps.

Soft, muted clicks come from the remote in Nick's hand as he scrolls through a large selection of movies, his eyes searching for one in particular. Once he finally finds it, he plays it with a large smile. The sound of Edward Scissorhands plays quietly in the room as the red-head curls his legs up and watches the movie.

A few minutes pass by and Nick jumps at the faint ding coming from his left. His eyebrows furrow as he reaches over to the source of the sound, his fingertips reaching his phone that was discarded on his nightstand. He grabs the device and sits back up in bed as he turns his phone on, the soft light from his phone highlighting his tired features. His heart skips multiple beats at the sight of a single text on his lock screen.

The text reads:

Finn: I know this might sound really sudden but would you be up to hanging out sometime?

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris x reader #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fluff #matt x reader #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo x reader

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This makes me wonder... What do you think of MCU Peter? Like the fact he basically gets all his stuff from Stark. Tbh I'm not a big comic reader but isn't the point that he's like,, poor and invents his own stuff...? I could be so wrong here but oh well, I'll ask

i think that yeah - it absolutely misses the point of peter parker being a working-class hero who's struggle is. the whole point.

i think a huge part of the problem with superhero media in general lately is that it's not really about heroism or hope anymore (something that previous spider-man movies deal with in spades) - superhero media nowadays is often kind of just wish fulfilment. you know. imagine if YOU were this powerful and rich! imagine if you, a dumb kid, got a BILLIONAIRE SUGAR DADDY who makes you a COOL SUIT and COOL TOYS!! it's the same case in the comics too, it's not about the cost of power or the questions it brings about your responsibility to the world - or even it being allegorical for anything (everything to me is allegory. but i can't even do that with the mcu because actually, everything in the mcu is kind of literal? there's nothing there to sink my teeth into. nothing i can interpret in any sort of different way other than, like, military propaganda and wish-fulfilment. i don't think they're even concerned with telling any sort of human story with most of these characters.)

the thing is with peter parker is that the whole point is that it's not wish-fulfilment. sure, it's freaking awesome to have super-strength and swing around the city and everyone wants that. but it always, always, always comes at a cost to him. and it doesn't solve any of his problems. everything is still difficult. money. romance. he's knocked off his feet by the common cold. he's just a guy. bad things happen to him and there's never an easy out. he doesn't just have fortified penthouses at his disposal, and high-tech suits, and wizards he can call to break the multiverse for him.

i think the frustrating thing with peter parker in the mcu is that they'll pay lip-service to it but not have it be part of peter's character at all. peter says jokingly "haha i'm broke" like we ever even SEE the impact of that on him like at all. the vulture says to peter "you're like me, we're just working class guys", as if peter showed any frustration or struggle at any point in that movie to justify that comparison. he doesn't have to work a job to pay his tuition at this elite science school. there's never a question of whether he can afford this trip to europe. his identity is blown and immediately he gets set up at a fancy maximum-security apartment with all the technology he needs at his disposal. there is never a second of struggle for him. there is not one moment where he doesn't have everything he needs, any time he needs it. his court cases are settled immediately over like, a three minute conversation with matt murdock. nothing touches him. he literally skates by with sheer dumb luck and having powerful contacts. what kind of stupid, boring-ass spider-man story is that.

raimi trilogy and tasm movies you were real. you get it. being spider-man does not make life easier. you just get to punch guys to feel better about it.

#sci talks movies #sci speaks

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waytooinvested · 22 days ago

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Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 34

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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When Lena finally arrived home it was almost midnight, and her apartment felt horribly dark and empty, devoid of all the easy companionship that had filled it for the last couple of months. She was not generally a fanciful person, but still, she couldn’t help feeling as though the penthouse missed Kara almost as much as she did. It seemed sad and bleak, for all it was filled with the physical evidence of their life together.

They hadn’t talked about what was going to happen about living arrangements now that Kara had her memories back. There had been so many other things to deal with – the dead body on the roof of her company for one thing, and then getting Kara to the med bay for a full physical, just to make sure she was really completely back to normal and suffering no ill effects from the dissolution of the mental barrier.

Lena hadn’t gone with her for that. She was shaken, exhausted and hungry after her long day, but that wasn’t the real reason. Her official DEO clearance would have ended the moment Project Atlantis was complete, but that wasn’t it either – they were long past the point where Alex might have actually enforced that rule. But Kara hadn’t asked her to go, and she was unsure enough about where they stood with each other now that she hadn’t wanted to presume.

So much had happened in such a short period of time that her head was reeling.

Her brother was dead, which was simultaneously a huge relief and an unexpectedly potent loss. Alex had lifted the burden of his life from her shoulders and unofficially adopted her into her own family as someone who was worthy of love in spite of her flaws, which was so unlike her experience with the Luthors she almost couldn’t take it in. Kara had broken the fear barrier to save Lena’s life when she had been unable to do so to save her own, and now she remembered the truth about everything that had happened between them in all its messy glory. They were going to have to talk about all of it at some point, and while Lena was pretty sure they would be able to do that now, things would never go back to the way they were. She no longer believed that the Kara she had known throughout their friendship was a lie, but there was so much more to her than that, and so much of it Lena still didn’t really know about.

And of course if Lena’s head was reeling, it was nothing compared to what Kara must be dealing with right now. It made sense that she might need some time alone to work through the confusing onslaught of conflicting memories, returned powers and contextual shift for the last few months of her life. Her not wanting Lena to go with her for her check up didn’t necessarily mean that she didn’t want Lena...

It was just unfortunate that the last thing in the world that she wanted right now was to be alone. It left too much space for doubt to seep in around the edges and make her worry that their moment in the air was just that – a moment; born of gratitude for their mutual salvation but destined to be their last.

It was all too much.

The swell of emotions rose in Lena like a tsunami, and she headed for her kitchen, not even bothering with the pretense of drinking wine before she threw her first glass against the wall.

The crash it made splintered the quiet night and made her flinch, but she didn’t pause. She threw another, and another, and then stopped, panting slightly as if it had been a physical effort.

Distantly she realised that it had been months since the last time she had felt the need to do this… and also that it wasn’t making her feel any better. It just reminded her of Kara’s first night, when she had tried to fetch her own water and been so worried over smashing a glass. It seemed such a long time ago now, and yet it almost felt like if she turned round she would find Kara there behind her, balancing as best she could against the counter and looking embarrassed at having been caught out.

She almost turned, just in case…

But Lena was not a fanciful person.

She left the heap of smashed glass where it lay to be cleaned up the next day, and pulled a half finished pint of Glampfire Trail Mix ice cream (a solid scorer that had made it through its first couple of rounds, but had eventually been knocked out by Dublin Mudslide) out the freezer before retreating to the relative comfort of the living room. She really ought to go to bed (or at least change out of the clean-but-musty gym clothes that had been languishing in her office since before the fateful launch tour and had been all she could find to replace the outfit stained with Lex’s blood), but she couldn’t face the memories in her room right now. The couch felt like safer territory.

Desperate for some kind of company, Lena flipped through their DVD collection, looking for something with absolutely no stakes whatsoever. She paused on one that had been included with a job lot of musicals on ebay, both legitimate film adaptations and a few bootleg stage recordings. This was one of the latter, with a clearly home made case that someone had put together by simply gluing the playbill to a blank DVD sleeve. It did not inspire confidence in the quality of the recording inside, and yet something about it drew her.

She remembered discovering it for the first time one rainy afternoon when she and Kara had been looking for something new to watch. Kara had picked it out and given Lena a playful, nose-scrunched scowl of suspicion, holding the case between thumb and forefinger like it contained something unpleasant.

‘Lena. Is this your way of sneakily trying to convince me to eat more kale? Am I going to find VeggieTales next?’

Lena had glanced up from the new device she had been idly tinkering with and smirked when she saw what Kara was holding – Salad Days.

‘You caught me, it’s a two hour ode to vegetables with all the actors dressed up as different kinds of leafy greens. They have scandalous affairs in various pairings that just so happen to combine into excellent and nutritious salads, and will have you salivating for kale before the start of the second act.’

Kara had actually snorted, then put a hand over her face, going pink at the sound she’d made but still giggling helplessly. Their jokey arguments over how much kale was reasonable to include in any particular dish (none, according to Kara, though the second helping she had had of Butternut Squash and Kale Gratin suggested she might be playing up her hatred of it just as much as Lena was playing up her enjoyment) had become a well worn game between them once they had started cooking together regularly, and despite the fact that it was objectively not especially funny, it was, in the right circumstances, enough to reduce either of them to a giggly heap.

They hadn’t ended up watching Salad Days on that occasion, but now Lena slotted the DVD into her player and turned it on, not even caring if it really was a show about actual salad just as long as it kept her from thinking about the real world for an hour or two.

It turned out to be an old fashioned musical about two young people who, through unlikely happenstance, ended up looking after a magic piano that compelled people around it to dance. It was quaint, and a bit strange, and very, very low stakes.

She hadn’t expected to fall asleep, but somewhere around the time the main pair had lost track of the piano, her eyelids began to grown heavy, and as they sang about ‘looking for the piano that makes you gay’ (thank you semantic drift), Lena sank into a light doze, the remains of the ice cream left to melt slowly into chocolate soup on the coffee table before her.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

A bird was pecking at her bedroom window.

Lena grumbled sleepily and tried to bury her head under the pillow, only to discover she had no pillow, and her cheek was stuck to the white leather of her couch, her neck already twinging from its awkward angle. She groaned, peeling herself free and sitting up blearily, trying to get her bearings.

The TV was still on, darkened screen glowing with end-of-movie standby, and Lena clicked it off.

She really needed to go to bed.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

The sound came again, and this time Lena realised it was coming from the sliding door out onto her balcony. She turned, and there was Kara, dressed in the Supersuit Alex had been hiding at the DEO for safekeeping ever since The Incident. When she saw Lena seeing her she smiled tentatively and waved, an echo of her greeting the first time they had had lunch together after her kidnap. Lena went and opened the door, standing back to let her inside.

‘You know you could have just come in – I never bother to lock that door given how high up we are.’

‘I know, but… it felt presumptuous. I wasn’t sure whether you’d mind.’

‘Of course I wouldn’t mind Kara, this is your home.’

She bit her lip, reminding herself that that might not be true anymore.

‘At least, it’s where a lot of your things are. I know you probably want to take them back to your loft, but for now… well, you should have access to whatever you need.’

Kara frowned a little, but nodded, the pinch between her brows so achingly familiar that Lena had to fight back the urge to reach up and smooth it out. Instead she settled for a tentative hand on Kara’s forearm, trying to offer reassurance without accidentally crossing a boundary they had yet to define.

‘Are you doing okay? After… everything that happened tonight?’

‘Kind of. It’s a lot. I’m still trying to process all the conflicting memories, and everything that’s happened the last few months while I didn’t remember who I was. My head feels full and kind of achy, which is not something I’m used to experiencing when I’m not solar flared.’

Lena tensed, peering into Kara’s eyes for any hint of neurological warning signs.

‘Did your scans-’

‘Alex said everything looked fine, all tests passed with flying colours. She doesn’t think it’s dangerous, just a lot to wrap my mind around. It should pass once I’ve had time to sort through everything.’

Okay. That was okay. Lena trusted Alex not to release Kara from the med bay unless she was absolutely certain she wasn’t going to have a brain haemorrhage or start seizing while she was flying over the city, so she allowed herself to relax again.

‘How about you? Are you okay?’

‘Of course!’

The lie slipped out without thought, and Lena heard the brittle, artificial brightness in her own voice as she said it. She owed Kara better than lies, but she also didn’t want to burden her when she already had so much of her own to deal with.

Kara kept looking at her, her expression a gentle question mark, as if Lena hadn’t spoken. She sighed, and answered more truthfully, ‘I will be.’

‘You lost your brother tonight. It’s okay not to be okay.’

‘My evil murderer brother who kidnapped you, stole your memories and then tried to shoot you just to get back at me you mean? The world is a much better place without him in it.’

Kara shook her head, though not to deny the truth of any of those statements. The world was undeniably better off without Lex. Lena was better off without Lex. And yet...

‘Your brother, who was the only person who was there for you in any way most of the time you were growing up, and who hasn’t always been the man he ended up. All that doesn’t just go away because of what he did later, and I thought you might need a shoulder tonight – to cry on, or sleep on, heck you can even punch it if that would help. Though not too hard, or you might hurt your hand.’

‘I tried something like that already. It didn’t really help.’

Lena gestured behind them to the mess of broken glass in her kitchen, feeling slightly ashamed as she saw the scene with fresh eyes. Supergirl could be so black and white about morality, what would she think of Lena letting her temper get the better of her like this?

But Kara didn’t look like she was judging her for her wanton vandalism. If anything her expression softened further still.

‘Maybe because you were trying to be angry, when what you’re really feeling is sad?’

‘Maybe…’

Kara took a tiny step towards her, then stopped again, fidgeting with the edge of her cape like it was a comfort blanket. It was strange to see Supergirl looking so uncertain, and the lines between the two parts of her in Lena’s mind blurred further still, until they had all but ceased to exist.

‘So we absolutely don’t have to if you don’t want to, but... would it help to talk about Lex?’

That came as a surprise, for all Kara had been understanding about the complexity of Lena’s feelings around her brother’s death.

‘You want to talk about Lex? Wouldn’t that be hard for you, after everything he’s done to your family?’

‘If it would help you I want to. You deserve a chance to grieve your Lex. The one who was your big brother before he became Superman’s arch nemesis.’

Lena hesitated, a little overwhelmed with what Kara was offering, and unsure how to start putting her feelings into words. Kara clearly misunderstood the silence though, because she retreated again, looking suddenly more reserved.

‘I know this is complicated and we have a lot of stuff to work through, so if you’re not comfortable, or if I’m not the person you need right now, I totally understand. I can go if you’d rather be alone.’

‘Please don’t.’

#Sooo... I may have completely forgotten to post this on here last week?#To anyone reading I'm sorry my head has been all over the place 😅#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #my fic #kara x lena #supergirl fanfiction #multi chapter fic #forgotten not forgiven

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