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[yume-fanfare]

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[octuscle]

Fatal shortcut

You know those days. The traffic is murder. You can't go another inch. Your destination is within reach, but it will take you three green lights and at least 20 minutes to cover the last 100 meters. Bloody hell! Honk the horn? It's no use… But now carefully pull onto the green lane, then cut across the high school parking lot and you're there. Why do you have your baby, the Mercedes G-Class, after all? I put on the turn signal, the car takes the sidewalk like nothing, carefully into the parking lot, look left and right and…… BANG! Damn it, the Mustang has clearly taken my right of way. This is guaranteed to take longer than 20 minutes… The two morons in the car look like they only have their heads to wear football helmets and pour beer through their mouths. The typical stereotypical football college jock bros. The day just keeps getting better…

"Yo, Chuck! Bro, did you see what that punk did there?" "Sure, Brad! He definitely took your right of way." I try to protest. But I'm way too caught off guard when the guy, who is obviously Chuck, stands up in front of me. God knows I'm not small. I'm a well-trained, muscular six foot two. But Chuck is easily ten centimetres and at least 20 kilograms taller than me… He grabs my balls. Damn it, I want to punch him, but Brad's already got me from behind. And Brad is barely smaller than Chuck. "There you go, you little faggot!" Chuck hisses at me. "Are you lying in wait for your wankers in the parking lot again? But this time is the last time!" He spits in my face and his grip on my balls tightens. Brad turns my head in his direction and spits again. Then the two of them get into their car, put it in reverse. And disappear.

I stand there a bit like an idiot. I'm far from being small or a faggot. And the last thing Chuck and Brad were to me were wank templates. I mean, I have nothing against gays… But thanks no, not for me… I'll take a look at the damage to the car. It's no big deal, the Mustang looked worse. I get back in the car, drive the last few meters into the underground car park, throw my keys to Stephen at reception and ask him to take the car to the garage. When I get off work later, I'd like to have it done. He puts his hand to his temple and says "Sir, aye, sir". Hehehe, I don't mind hierarchies being recognized.

"You little faggot"… I can't get that phrase out of my head. Shit, I'm really unfocused today. Maybe I just need a distraction. I go to the gym during my lunch break. Somehow I feel the need to look like anything but a faggot. I train bare-chested. Dressed only in compression shorts. Not really appreciated here. But I don't care today…

Shit, I'm not in top form here either… What I normally lift without any problems is all too heavy for me today. At least it's the cross trainer… Even though I'm not really the cardio type. When I get in the shower, my cock gets hard. Shit, that's embarrassing. But I also have to say that there's really only premium meat running around here today. And I'm one of them. Definitely one of them. Even the clean-shaven guy in front sees it that way. Clear body language. It doesn't take long before I'm leaning against the shower wall. And for the first time in my life I get fucked… And how! I can hear the angels singing. It feels so good as the stallion cums in my ass. To say goodbye, he gives me a kiss and a pat on the ass. And he says loudly to one of his buddies. "What a waste for such a submissive pig to have such a magnificent cock!"

The fuck was great, but apart from that I'm really not myself today. I feel like I've been missing the last year. For the life of me, I can't remember a lot of things that happened. It's like I wasn't there. I'm glad when Stephen calls me at around 5 p.m. to tell me that my car is back. I thank him, pack up my things and go down to reception. Stephen grins at me almost insolently and says that this service is an exception and that he now has something good on me. Completely confused, I say, "I'm fine, dude" and take my car keys. But there is no black G-Class in my parking lot. There's a baby blue Mercedes SLK, in good shape, freshly polished. But it must be 15 years old. I press the key. The doors open. What the fuck?

I just want to get home, this day is a disaster. As I park the embarrassing car and walk past the concierge, Michael calls after me, "Hey, Johnny boy, can you give Mrs. Smith from 2316 a lift?" I turn red. I walk back to the concierge desk. "So what, my name is Jonathan, but it's actually Mr. Hays to you. And why would I stop on the 23rd floor when I live on the 38th. Besides, I don't know Mrs. Smith." Michael grins at me with his one-million-dollar smile. "Rough day, John, uh, Mr. Hays? You might as well ask the old lady if her drain is still acting up. And before you try to break into the wrong apartment, I understand you live in 2304." He hands me a package. I drive up to the 23rd floor. I give her the package. She asks if I can plug in the new coffee machine straight away. "Of course, mom," I say. I ask if her drain is working again. She says it would be nice if I could have another look. I ask if she has any rubber gloves. She nods. I pull the dirt out of the blocked drain. She slips me a dollar. I go to 2304, open the door. And drop onto the bed. It's right next to the door. 2304 used to be the room for the lady's maid from apartment 2312. On the one hand, I feel very much at home. But on the other hand, I should be somewhere else. Somewhere with a view of Central Park. With more space. I pull out my cell phone and start working my way through Grindr. Maybe I just need someone to take me really hard again today

That was a night of really wild dreams. Really wild dreams. But obviously everything is fine now. I feel fit. My morning wood has never been better. I stroke my chest. Didn't it used to be hairy? I'm fantasizing again. What it would be like to be a real guy. Successful, at least 1.82 m. Well, I'm not going to grow any more. But maybe that's because of some Italian roots or something. That's where I got my hairy armpits and good beard growth. Shit, I'm still hard as nails. So routine like every morning: wank, jog, shower and then off to the office. I should be there at 07:00 so that the mail is distributed and the conference tables are all set before the Masters of the Universe arrive at the office. It's 07:05 when I walk in the door. Stephen grins and just says, "Subway?" "Don't ask, bro!" I reply, rolling my eyes. I didn't really need a bachelor's degree for my job. Jogging in the morning to stay in shape is more important. At the end of the day, I usually have 15K steps and 40 floors on my fitness tracker. And that's not usually the end of it. By the time I get home, Michael usually has a number of assistance activities for me. But hey, the address on the Upper Eastside sounds impressive, which I would never normally have been able to afford as a young professional. I'll even put up with the apartment on the first floor with a view of the backyard and the job as a temporary janitor.

Of course it's embarrassing to still live with my parents. But if I wanted to afford my own place, I'd probably have to move 200 miles away from Down Town. And I want to stay here. That's important to me. Also for financial reasons. The subway tickets alone would be too expensive if I had to travel further. I mean, the little bit of scholarship… And I don't earn much in the kitchen of the cafeteria. Stephen and Michael are good friends. If I didn't have them, I wouldn't make it. But they have good contacts. Stephen in the office, Michael at home. They always know someone who needs a massage with a happy ending. Or a greedy college boy face for a blowjob. The men are usually well-groomed. Too well-groomed, actually. That's why I always look forward to my part-time job as a trainer at the high school gym. If I'm lucky, I get to meet Brad and Chuck. I mean, they're not gay or anything. We never make eye contact. But I still get to blow them sometimes. Even though, of course, it's pathetic when you're a sophomore in college sucking high school seniors. But fuck, you won't find cheesier dicks with a more pronounced scent of musk and sweat anywhere!

Yo, have I even dropped my name yet? It's Janusz, 19 years young and repping as an exchange student up in the Big Apple. Just call me Jonny, keep it chill. Hailing straight outta a tiny village near Krakow, Poland, in case that detail tickles your pickle. Still wrapping my head around this English gig… But let me tell ya, my French game is on point, or so the bros claim. Thrilled to be out of the parental crib and living it up in this wild city. Dang, the possibilities here are endless! Senior year vibes, you know what I'm saying? And now that I joined the wrestling squad, it's like BOOM! More close body action in a week than I got in a year with the 'rents around! Truth bomb: I make most of my cash tagging along with my wingmen Brad and Chuck, the school heartthrobs. I'm like their trusty sidekick. It's lit! Hoping to snag an athletic scholarship next year, fingers crossed. Sure, these two golden boys ain't wrestlers (legends in the bedroom, though), but football studs. It'd be epic if we could keep the bromance alive in college. Purely platonic, of course. Or not… 🤷‍♂️

[screams-of-laughter]

Stu x Billy & B.F Reader ~ (bdsm/spicy tickle hcs) 🔪

Warning: THESE ARE N$FW & 18+ ONLY ❤️‍🔥 Mentions of bondage, knife play, tickle torture & mask kinks ❤️‍🔥

Author’s Note: These are headcanons that depict the reader as a platonic best friend to Stu and Billy. The three of you share a close friendship as well as a bdsm/spicy tickle relationship. Also these two aren’t murderers in this AU and rather just horror movie obsessed. Hope you enjoy these! 🔪

🔪 ~ You met them in college while studying film.

🔪 ~ You all had the same analysis of horror genre class as well as a couple other basic film classes.

🔪 ~ You and Stu immediately clicked. Your personalities bouncing off of each other and both loving physical affection. Stu always giving you hugs whenever he saw you and vise versa.

🔪 ~ Billy isn’t as physically affectionate as his boyfriend, but he’ll occasionally give you a hair ruffle or slight shove to the shoulder to be playful.

🔪 ~ Soon, the three of you became a little trio. Hanging out everyday, watching movies, even having sleepovers at Stu’s house since his parents are literally never home.

🔪 ~ Lots of people thought the three of you were dating considering how close you were with the both of them, or at least maybe dating Stu while he was dating Billy. But, you like women and are just really good friends with the two of them.

🔪 ~ You all find it funny tho and make jokes out of it. Billy mostly making jokes about how Stu may be your best friend but he’s all his 💖

🔪 ~ A little trio of horror loving gays ✨

🔪 ~ You don’t really remember how tickling became incorporated in your everyday life with the two of them.

🔪 ~ Again, Stu is a very physically affectionate person. So when he found out you were ticklish, he exploited that whenever he could. It soon became a daily thing to get a poke or scribble to the side.

🔪 ~ Soon Billy caught on and found himself wanting to use this weakness against you as well.

🔪 ~ Movie nights, hangouts, and sleepovers were guaranteed to have some element of tickles. A tickle fight could break out, a random scribble to your foot if you put them in Stu’s lap, even getting full on wrecked by the two of them.

🔪 ~ The two noticed how you never said stop or tried too hard to get away. Of course there was some playful struggling, but they never had to use their full strength.

🔪 ~ The three of you were hanging out when they asked you about it. You could barely speak through your hands covering your red face, but soon you relaxed when they revealed they enjoyed it too.

🔪 ~ Stu enjoying both ends of it whereas Billy is more on the ler side. You’re a switch just like Stu, but you’re definitely more on the lee end when it comes to these two.

🔪 ~ Over time, you all realized you enjoyed a lot more aspects of tickling than just tickle fights.

🔪 ~ You explored the more kinky side of it with them. All three of you suggesting ideas or fantasies they have and trying them out.

🔪 ~ Billy learned that he really loves tickle interrogation and tickle torture scenarios. As well as ropes and being a rigger.

🔪 ~ Stu loves pinning you down with his hands or having you squirm freely. He also loves those types of bondage situations where one hand and one leg is free or you have the ability to squirm around a little but you’re still unable to fully get away.

🔪 ~ Billy and Stu both have knife and mask kinks.

🔪 ~ They would understand and respect if you didn’t and would then indulge in those things on their own, but oh my gosh if you’re into that too~

🔪 ~ They love wearing their ghost face masks and using you as their tickle toy ✨

🔪 ~ They have regular sharp knives and dull knives to use during your sessions. The sharp ones usually for cutting rope if need be and/or cutting your clothes off. While the more dull ones are used to trace along every inch of your skin.

🔪 ~ The knives are a great tickle tool as you all learned. They love how it tickles and turns you on because of the adrenaline.

🔪 ~ Along with the ghost face masks, you’ve found the scenario of being kidnapped and tickled by them so exhilarating ❤️‍🔥

🔪 ~ Stu doesn’t use gags a lot, but it’s fun when it fits into the scenario. Billy doesn’t mind when you’re gagged, but he definitely prefers to hear you scream.

🔪 ~ Billy will use his own hand to cover your mouth if he doesn’t want to go grab a gag. He does this to Stu too and Stu loves it ❤️‍🔥

🔪 ~ Speaking of lee Stu, you and Billy adore teaming up on him. As much as he loves tickling you, he’s such a lee.

🔪 ~ He loves being pinned down and tied up just as much as he loves squirming around freely. He loves the feeling of almost escaping then being pulled right back in and getting wrecked.

🔪 ~ Stu also loves a good chase whether he’s the lee or the ler in the situation.

🔪 ~ Anticipation gets him so bad. It’s one of Billy’s favorite things about tickling both of you.

🔪 ~ Billy has for sure tickled both of you at the same time. It’s so fun to him to see what spots make you go crazy versus Stu and what tools or teases affect who the most.

🔪 ~ Billy has been a willing lee only a couple times. He’s not the biggest fan and much prefers to be on the ler side, but he can’t deny he didn’t have a little fun.

🔪 ~ Sometimes you send them both pictures of you in rope/bondage or a part of your body exposed to get them into ler moods ✨

🔪 ~ If you do this while they’re in class they either internally freak the fuck out or get excited and text back the most flustering message- 🦋

🔪 ~ They do the same to you, but with teasey ler messages that make you have to hide your face in class. Even making you have to go to the bathroom just to let out a squeal or make sure your face isn’t red as hell.

🔪 ~ Stu loves to attack your inner thighs. He finds it so adorable and hot that that spot makes you lose yourself in mixed laughter and moans.

🔪 ~ Stu loves tickles games and all the classic playful teases. He’ll make you hold your arms above your head or keep your feet in his lap. He adores counting your ribs to “make sure you didn’t lose any.”

🔪 ~ Billy is much more merciless. Going straight for spots that make you scream. He likes making you ask to be tickled and to beg for it to stop.

🔪 ~ He’s a bit of a tickle sadist what can I say~

🔪 ~ Billy and Stu getting into playful arguments about who’s a better tickler or who can make you laugh the loudest while wrecking you.

🔪 ~ Let’s just say it usually ends in a draw. God forbid you actually pick one of them and face the wrath of whoever you didn’t pick.

🔪 ~ Double the raspberries and tickle bites ✨

🔪 ~ Billy’s favorite position to tickle you is face down spread out in an X formation.

🔪 ~ Him knowing you can’t see what’s coming is much more fun to him. He knows you love it and will tease you about it. Billy will also break out a blindfold if consented to.

🔪 ~ Stu doesn’t really have a favorite, but he thinks having your hands tied behind his back while you sit in front of him is so fun.

🔪 ~ He likes feeling you struggle against him and seeing how the anticipation gets to you.

🔪 ~ Billy prefers using his hands, but finds it interesting and fun to see how different tools affect you. Stu, on the other hand, loooves using tickle tools.

🔪 ~ Feathers, brushes of all kinds, vibrators, metal nails, you name it they probably own it.

🔪 ~ Definitely own a pair of stocks as well.

🔪 ~ Stu and Billy love sharing tickle secrets they find out about you one on one to each other while they tickle you.

🔪 ~ Overall, you three all love each other very much. Both as friends and as kinky buddies ❤️‍🔥

[surrogacyagencykenya]

How diverse are the Laws regarding LGBT surrogacy in Australia?

The laws around gay surrogacy in any country are a reflection of how open and flexible the legal system is in that part of the world. That said, surrogacy is a highly popular method in which a woman (surrogate) carries and gives birth to a child for another individual or couple. Most of the time, it turns out to be a complex and exceedingly regulated part of law in Australia. 

On the other side, when it comes to LGBT surrogacy in Australia, where same-sex couples or people look for having a child through surrogacy, there are particular legal systems in place to administer the procedure. Moreover, these laws make sure that the rights of all parties included are been taken care of. In this post, we will talk regarding how these laws support the functioning of gay surrogacy or even single parent surrogacy Australia. 

What are the legal guidelines around Surrogacy in Australia?

There is a catch with the surrogacy laws in Australia. That said, surrogacy laws in Australia are fundamentally represented by state and region laws, which implies that rules can vary depending on where you live. Be that as it may, there are a few overarching guidelines and rules set up at the national level. The Family Law Act 1975 offers the system for parentage and surrogacy matters in Australia.

Also, in Australia, there are two fundamental types of surrogacy: Altruistic and commercial. Moreover, altruistic surrogacy includes a surrogate mother who agrees to carry a child for the intended parents without accepting any monetary compensation past repayment for medical costs specifically related to the pregnancy. On the other hand, commercial surrogacy includes payment to the surrogate mother past just covering costs. Now this would stay same during the gay surrogacy or even surrogacy for singles in Australia.

Understanding the legal status of Gay Surrogacy in Australia 

As mentioned earlier, the surrogacy laws in this part of the world varies from one sate to another. Similarly, the legal status of LGBT surrogacy in Australia changes over states and regions. As of now, same-sex couples have similar rights to seek their parenthood dreams in all Australian regions. This implies that gay couples are allowed to partake in surrogacy agreements and become parents through surrogacy, just like hetero couples.

Who all qualify to become parents via surrogacy in Australia?

The eligibility criteria changes with every state and region. That said, to partake in surrogacy in Australia, regardless of your sexual orientation, there are certain qualification criteria and prerequisites that must be met. 

Medical analysis and evaluation: Regardless of whether you are pursuing surrogacy for LGBT couples in Australia or else, you must agree to go through a detailed medical assessment.

Proper counseling: No matter if you are a surrogate mother or an intended parent, you must go through a proper counseling session to understand the surrogacy process. 

The importance of legal Counsel: At the same time, in prior to entering into a surrogacy program, all parties must get an independent legal counsel to understand their rights and duties.

Proper written agreement: On the other hand, a surrogacy agreement must be drafted and marked by all parties included, sketching out the terms and conditions of the surrogacy program. 

The role of parental orders in LGBT couples in Australia

Parental orders will come in picture during the surrogacy process. Hence, we can say that one of the most basic angles of surrogacy law in Australia is the issuance of parentage orders. These orders legally transfer parentage from the surrogate mother to the intended parents, guaranteeing that the child is recognized as the legal child of the intended parents from birth. Be that as it may, getting a parentage order includes a legal process and must be approved by the court.

On the other hand, surrogacy laws in Australia are outlined to secure the rights and interests of all parties included. For intended parents, these laws offer the legal system to establish their parental rights and obligations from the moment of birth. For surrogate moms, the laws guarantee that they are not misused or coerced into the program which their rights are respected all through the process.

There are still some challenges and concerns 

Surrogacy, be it surrogacy for singles in Australia or gay surrogacy, isn’t without its challenges. Whereas surrogacy laws in Australia have progressed to become more comprehensive, there are still challenges and concerns to explore, particularly for gay couples. These may include:

Variations in law: As surrogacy laws are state-based, there can be certain differences in regulations and prerequisites over regions.

Variations in costs: Surrogacy can be an expensive process, especially in case those legal expenses, medical costs, and other costs are included.

Emotional impact: Surrogacy can be emotionally challenging for all parties included, and it's fundamental to consider the potential mental health suggestions.

The role of international Surrogacy: A few couples may consider international surrogacy in case they encounter concerns or confinements in Australia, but this will bring its own set of legal and moral complexities.

Final words

Just like every other surrogacy program, even gay surrogacy in Australia is legally recognized and available to same-sex couples who wish to seek parenthood through surrogacy. Be that as it may, exploring the legal scene of surrogacy can be complex. On the other side, it’s basic for all parties included to look for legal advice and direction to guarantee their rights and interests are ensured all through the process. Moreover, with appropriate legal support and adherence to the set up laws, gay couples can fulfill their dreams of parenthood through surrogacy in Australia.

[hyperraduo22]

hot take (and also my view of how i characterize knox):

still not gonna excuse his creepy behavior—and by creepy behavior i mean non-consensual advances that are actually extra harmful and traumatic aside from going to their crush’s school to give flowers and a poem (especially book knox makes me wanna vomit)—but i will absolutely accept him being under the insufferable sappy wet pathetic men trope.

he is a man that gets smacked in the face by nature’s beauty, romanticizes nostalgia and the little things, cries over angsty romantic dramas and soap operas, falls in love way too fast, pines for human beings, and revolves through a million hallway crushes in one year to the point where charlie can’t keep up.

he wants to learn the romance languages but his eyes speak more languages than he’ll ever know.

similar to charlie and neil, he has phenomenal oration skills that he only shows in the cave when he’s reciting poems. he knows how to stay on beat while keeping everyone at the edge of their seats, a dreamy tone in his voice and a fondness in the eyes that never misses—he’s the one that really let’s poetry drip from his tongue like honey despite giving a judgemental look when keating first explained that.

he’s clumsy, stubborn, and can turn into a drama queen over simple situations—sometimes charlie enables this behavior cause one drama queen has to drag along their other drama queen best friend (bonus points cause they’re both gay). the other poets find it funny until they have to push knox into something he was whining over- and i mean whining even more than cameron does- until he realizes he likes trying new things.

speaking of dramatic, he can also sound very sassy when provoked or without realizing. he apologizes for it later if he didn’t mean it.

when he’s comfortable with someone, he can be a chatterbox that stumbles over his words every once in a while, blurts out the wrong things at the wrong time, and apologizes 24/7 for rambling.

he’s a high maintenance guy when it comes to his routines and beautifying himself—yes you heard me. this rich bastard not only gets designer clothes but also gets mani/pedis and expensive skin creams- bite me—which, paired with his stubborn persistence and emotionally dramatic habits, can put him on the pyramid of assholery. it’s not his first time being called annoying by his past friends. even then, i can guarantee you he’s not an american psycho yuppie at heart.

he’s the balance between cameron and charlie. although cameron is the direct opposite of charlie and is the voice of reason, knox can step in when he knows charlie will go too far while also supporting each other’s dumbass delusions. he tries to be a source of comfort for cameron too since he’s aware that charlie’s eccentricity can sting at people he didn’t mean to irritate/get at them personally.

he lights up whenever he passes by pet stores and begs to go inside even though he comes out with nothing.

he collects the books he wants to read but makes sure he gets the prettiest covers possible—some even have that velvety texture and gold engravings or come with a ribbon bookmark.

he buys flowers for himself but also in case he decides to be bold and give it to someone he’s infatuated with.

he’s the last to let go in a hug.

he may be vulnerable with his feelings but really his emotional availability and understanding is a real comfort. he’s the type to get comfortable on the couch with wine glasses on the table, waiting for his nails to dry while his friend rambles to him, and they talk through everything.

he lives life with rose-colored glasses and although that may be bad at times, it makes him look forward to waking up the next day to be surrounded by everything he thinks is beautiful, and that potent energy is what also keeps the group happy.

Some people dislike Knox bc he was creepy, but honestly that's exactly why I like him. You meant to tell me there's this group of lovely teenage boys who read poetry together and not a single of them is kind of an asshole? Get out of here

[dnarez]

Giving Siblings To A Son

Summary:

Shouto fights with his wife and is told to go to a Inn by his friends, the Inn is know to make wishes come true.

...--...

Shouto was happy with his life, he truly was.

He was the number 3 pro hero of Japan, had a beautiful wife, that is also a pro hero, no one less the Momo Yaoyorozu, who was his crush since 2nd year and girlfriend on his last.

A sweet son who had the name Shouya, that just completed 3 years, his gray hair, a mix of his white side with her black one was truly the cutest shit he's ever seen.

But now after his mother's birthday he was reminded of how good it was to have siblings, they were friends for your whole life, he wanted that his son would also have this, maybe someone to talk to when his son couldn't tell him or his wife, the image of both being friends brought warmth to his heart.

But when he thought about it, he realized his sexual life with his wife was dead, after having their son she simply stopped searching for him, and when he tried to she always had an excuse, Shouto had to "take care" of himself alone for a little more than 3 years, 4 if you count the pregnancy, maybe if he tells her that he wants another one it will help this problem that he discovered recently.

...

"You want another child?'' she looked at him through the mirror.

"Yes" he smiled a little shy''On my mother's birthday that was on the weekend I noticed how me and my siblings are close right now, even if we had a hard time showing affection before, now I know that they truly love me, I want Shouya to feel that, I'm not saying that I don't love him!" he said the ending quickly getting more and more embarrassed, to the point that his ears and cheeks were pink.

Momo was silent for a few seconds, then she went back to putting makeup on "Shouto... how many do you want?" she looked at him apprehensive.

His blush covered all of his face "I want 3 more" he looked down to his hands.

"I can't believe..." she turned around, and he saw his beautiful wife angry "ARE YOU ALSO TRYING TO MAKE WEAPONS WITH OUR SONS!? I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT FROM YOUR FATHER!"

Shouto quickly got inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him when she started to scream "I don't know what you are talking about, I just want my son to have friends for the rest of his life, friends that will always have his back" he frowned, how could she compare him to the shadow of the man his father once was, not only insulting him but the good man his father is today.

Momo finish her makeup and goes to him, poking him with her pointer finger "Is that your excuse!? I don't want to end up crazy like your mother!"

"My mother isn't crazy! And my father is a good man now, what he did will never, and I mean NEVER be forgotten, but he did his best to be the better man he is today, why are you attacking me like that!? I love our son more than anything, even more than I love you!"

"Are you doing this because we aren't having sex anymore? Because if that's it I advise you to stop, I don't want any more children, and we won't be having sex anymore" Momo opens the door and put her red dress on "Now finish getting ready, our classmates are waiting"

As she walked away, leaving a heartbroken Shouto, she didn't even look back at him.

...

"I punched him straight in the face!" Bakugou said proudly.

"What else wound you do?" Kaminari pointed out.

"Probably make the villain fly after being barbecued" Sero joked, making the whole table laugh.

Shouto smile at that, but he wasn't paying much attention to the guys, even if their table had only guys, and by the looks he was receiving from an ash blond and a green haired dude, he guessed that some of his friends noticed it too.

...

"Okay, what the fuck happened? Why do you look like some dog that was kicked from the moving van?" Bakugou asked his friends as the three of them were alone on the parking lot.

"I had a fight with Momo before coming to this party... she said some pretty... aggressive things..." Shouto looked down to his glass of wine.

"Like what?" Izuku got closer with his on glass of wine in hand.

"... Like my mom is crazy, and compared me to how my father was before..."

"Why did she say that? What were you two talking about?" Bakugo nudge Shouto with his elbow.

Shouto gave him a small smile, after so many years Bakugou still had a hard time with showing emotions, but he did little things to show that he was trying to comfort his friend. "I told her that I would like to give brothers and/or sisters for Shouya... she accused me of wanting more children to be weapons for me... And that it was only an excuse to have sex"

Both Bakugou and Izuku looked at him shell shocked.

"THAT BITCH!" Bakugou received an angry glare from Shouto at that "DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!! IZUKU HELP ME!"

"This is kind of an intimate question but... how long has it been since the last time you two... you know..." Izuku blushes

"Fucked"

"Kacchan no!"

"Since she got pregnant with Shouya"

"WHAT!?" both screamed at the same time.

"Isn't it normal?" Shouto tilted his head

"NO! IT FUCKING ISN'T!!!" Bakugou shouted.

"Shouto, do you do any type of skin ship with her? I know that you do like physical contact more than any other type of demonstration of love" Izuku put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"No, she doesn't let me hug her, and I can only kiss her cheek before going to bed, and only in front of our son"

"You don't even fucking cuddle when you sleep? Even I do that with Eijiro" Katsuki crossed his arms, looking more pissed than normal.

"She sleeps in a separated room since getting pregnant, I didn't want to stress her when pregnant, so I didn't ask for her to explain, and after our son was born I step up to taking care of him more than her, since she always looked so tired..."

"Oh my god... you are literally the perfect husband and she simply- okay fuck her, you need to divorce her"

"Kacchan! Don't say that! This is his relationship, you know how Shouto his influenceable, don't put those ideas on his head!" Izuku slapped Katsuki's shoulder.

Bakugou huffs but nods in understanding "Maybe you should do something for her to notice what she's loosing"

Izuku put his hand on his chin and nods "That is a better option, you cook her meals every day, also does your son's bento, clean the house when you can, always lend her your ear for her, when she's tired you play with your son and don't let him close to her to let her relax..."

"I know a good place, since you like traditional Japanese style, It's a place with a lot of hot springs, I think you will like it, no... I'm sure of it, Me and Eijiro went there when we got time last winter" Katsuki took his cellphone from his back pocket and after a moment Shouto felt his vibrating.

"Hot Spring of Wishes" he read it out loud.

"Oh! That place is very well know for its secrecy, they can grant wishes by a price, but no one tells who grant their wishes, you said you went there, why is it Kacchan?" Izuku looked from Shouto to Katsuki.

"It was last year winter, when the biological family of my daughter wanted her back, they had a firm case, and the judge was known to not support gay marriage, much less adoption, so we both went there and made our wish" Katsuki looked up to the moon and sighed "We wouldn't have won if it weren't for that place, I'm sure of it, I can guarantee that your wish will be granted... well if you can pay the price"

"What was the price?" Izuku asked.

"I can't say, one of the gueixa that works there has a quirk called Seal, they will know when you broke the promise to not say specific things about that place, they say that if you break the promise the person that realize your wish will come to you and get what you wished for back to them" Katsuki frowned and looked at them nervous "If I tell you something like, who granted my wish, what the price that I paid was or one more thing that I can't even tell you, that person will come to my house and take my daughter with them"

"But you are the number 2 hero, how could them do that, it isn't even legal, and you should be able to spot it... right?" Shouto asked looking apprehensive.

Katsuki shook his head "No, that person is strong enough to take over the world, they don't do it because they don't want to"

Izuku and Shouto looked at him alarmed "So what does it stop some villain to go there and wish for the worst??" Izuku asked while flailing his arms around, almos spilling his drink.

"They have to accept your wish, after you go there, you are sent to your room, and while you take a bath at the hot spring, a woman will come to you and ask what do you wish for, after you tell her, she will go back inside and talk to the wish granter, they decide if your wish is good enough for them, they like the way things are, and they also have rules for wishes, you should go there and ask for your wife to appreciate you more, maybe ask for her to agree to have another child with you"

Shouto nod and look back at his phone, the pictures of that place were beautiful, and taking a break did sound good. "I have accumulated sick days, I will spend a week there."

Bakugou nods "Just make sure to leave enough bentos to your son for the whole week, your wife won't remember to do his lunch every day"

"But I do his every morning to be fresh and tasty... I don't want to send him with just a sandwich, a pack of grapes and a juice box, I like to cook him a proper meal every day... this is a problem..." Shouto frowned at his cellphone home picture, of him and his son smiling at the camera.

"I can do it for him, just tell me if he doesn't like something" Katsuki evade Shouto's thankful look.

"Thank you, you are a good friend" Bakugou nods at him, blushing.

...

The car trip was good, but exhausting, Momo was glad... too glad that he decide to take a one-week-long break.

"Welcome, I hope you have a very pleasent stay, and that all your wishes come true" a woman in a white kimono and with an empty white mask appears in front of him, her hair was the typical black japanese hair.

Shouto had reserved the whole inn for himself, being a top pro hero can be tiring, so a place like this where he could do as he wished with no worries was relaxing. "Thank you, please lead me to my room"

The woman took him to his room "Diner will be ready at 21h, the hot spring is always open, since it's only you this whole week, you can feel free and walk around freely, the hot spring has an area where the water is blood red, please don't go there, only if you are invited you can go there" The lady say as he goes into the room with his bag in hand.

"Thank you very much" he bows and she bows back.

...

The hot spring was perfect, as he let his muscles relax inside the hot water he started to hear someone walking to him.

Shouto looked atound and saw a woman with a black kimono, a black veil, but he could see the e/c of her eyes, her hair was down, the humid air didn't seem to change anything on her.

"What do your heart wish for?" She said by his ear, giving him goosebumps all over.

"I would like for my wife to agree to have another child" he looked at her eyes, but the veil was obstructing his view of the rest of her face.

"Just one more?" The woman tilted her head to the side.

He shook his head "No, I want three more, I already have one"

"Hmmmm... a lot of people come here for infertility, other people come here to try and find love, and you have money, power, a powerful quirk, a lovely wife and a healthy child, tell me, why should I accept your request?" She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Since I have everything else I can give you anything, it doesn't matter the price" Shouto's were filled with determination.

She chuckles and shakes her head "I don't need money, this inn per night is pretty expensive, I don't want power that is unnecessary, I don't need love my servants will always follow and obey me with their own free will" she gets up.

"Wait!" He also gets up not carrying for his nudity "please! I really want to give siblings for my son!" She stop and look down to his dick.

"Big..." she looks back at his face "I will accept ypur request, the price will be for you" she points at him "to impregnate me" she puts her hand on her chest.

"WHAT!? I will not cheat on my wife!" He took a few steps back.

She bows to him "Then have a nice stay mister Todoroki, your wish was denied for not being able to pay the price, if you change your mind go to the other hot spring, the one with red water" she goes inside the inn again leaving him alone.

...

You knew he would come to you, they alway come to you.

After the dinner you went to your spot on the bloody hot spring.

The thick water was scary for other, but you knew it was just the trees that had roots inside this pond, which made the water red and thick with it's sap.

As you relax in the water you hear steps coming to you making you smile "I didn't think you would come"

Shouto stop a few feets before the water "I don't have other choice... do I?"

You look back at him, and seeing your face makes him shy, you were beautiful, your lips curving into a sly smile, your eyelashes, your cheek bones, everything in you was attractive to him.

As his eyes went down accompanying a drop of water that went from your cheek, down to your neck, then your collar bone, going around your right breast until your nipple where it stay hanging, but his eyes went further down, stopping at your hips, the thick red water didn't allow him to explore more with his eyes.

You did the same, exploring him with your eyes, he had afew scars on his body, fine legs and body, but a certain feminine touch on his face, just like a doll, his dick started coming to life from seeing your body, and you could feel your core pulsating with need. "Let's go to my room, it will be better than you coming into my water" you got up and stepped out the hot spring reveling the rest of your body to him.

You see him gulp and his dick pulsate once, all to your eyes, you lick your lips and go to him "say, do your wife have big breasts? Would you prefer if mine were bigher like hers?" You say as you press then on his chest.

Shouto shook his head "too big, can't grab it all... it's annoying" he doesn't take his eyes off of gour body.

"Hmmm... so you prefer the normal sized cup, that's good, would you like to take a hold of them? Since you said that hers was annoying, I hope that I can satisfy you"

He nod and you take a step back, letting him grab your chest.

Shouto looked to be hypnotized by your body, you were smaller than Momo, also had smaller chest size, which is probably the normal size, your eyes looked at him with desire and want, something that he never saw in Momo's eyes.

You sigh aroused by the way he squeezes and pull at your breasts.

He watches tour facial expressions and massages your chest the way it gets more reactions from you, having you whimpering and giving small moans "Shouto... more"

Hearing you say his name and ask him so lovely, has him succumb to his desure as his head goes lower and he start to suck on your nipple.

"Aaaah!" You shout surprised "I told you we were going to my room!" You blush from his sudden advance.

'So many pretty faces, her sounds are extremely addictive... more... I want to see and hear more' Shouto close his eyes as he lightly bites on your right nipple and pinches the left one.

"Can't you- ah... wait? Just a little?" You pit one hand on his shoulder and pets his hair with the other "my workers will see us if we do it here"

At that Shouto releases your nipple with a wet pop, and lick his lips "Where?"

You sigh and nods to the inn "the red door"

He picks you up suddenly making you yelp surprised, but he just start to walk in to the inn... naked.

You whistle in a loud and long way, and hear a lot of doors closing to the way he was going.

"Was that a order?" He looks at you for a moment and then looks back at front.

You nod "It is, this way I ordered them to go to their roomsand not come out until further notice"

"And why did you do that?" You hug his neck to stabilize yourself, which makes your chest brush against his.

"We are both naked and walking to my room, I have enough jokes going around on my inn, I don't need anymore"

He nods and give you a small smile "let's finish this"

Shouto takes you both to the red door, which is where he puts you down, you open the door and let him in.

Your room was the only one with European style, the rest of the inn was in traditional Japanese style.

You walk to your bed and open your arms to him "come here, let's have some fun~♡"

Being called to have sex in a cute way, your open arms ready to embrace him, this is everything he wants to do with Momo, the reactions you give, the moans, he wanted to be his wife that embrace him fully, but instead he has to search for affection in another women's arms "Can you-... "

You watch him going back to being shy and tilt your head to the side, but don't lower your arms "do you want to request something?"

"Would you please call me Sho? And... what do I call you?" He looks away from you and tries to cover his dick with his hands, which he fails.

"You can call me anything you like, my name doesn't matter, okay?... Sho"

He blushes and nod as he stop covering himself and walks to you.

You put your hands on his chest and the back of his neck "Please kiss me Sho"

He grows and kiss you, his hands explore your body slowly, going to your hips then to your butt where he gives a squeeze, then back at your breasts where he goes back to massage it.

You lick his bottom lip and he open his mouth to you giving you access to his tongue.

The feeling of his slight cold hand going around your warm body making you go crazy with him.

Your tongue tasted sweet on his mouth, Shouto lays you down on the bed slowly, not stopping his hands, but breaking the kiss to breath.

The scenario in front of him has his dick pulsating and dropping precum on your thigh 'she wants me like I want her, so pretty, what do I call her? I want to mame this person so that she can temporarily be mine, just for this week...'

You put your hand on his cheek "what will be my name Sho?" You ask sweetly, as your hand goes and grab his dick "Sweetie? Maybe Honey? Dear? Or your wife's name? You can call me anything that you want"

"T-then..." his hips jerk on your hand as you slowly start to masturbate him "Love..." you look at him surprised and smile "Yes... you are my love"

He close his eyes and kiss you again, going straight for a small tongue fight, that he won easily.

Your hands, both go down, one of them jerking him off, and the other fondling with his balls.

Shouto moans into the kiss 'Momo never did something like this every time we had sex it was about her, she didn't let me fondle with her breasts, or explore her body with care, she would just use lubricant om herself, I would fuck her, and after I came she would take care of herself, not letting me touch her anymore'

You break the kiss and push his shoulder until he was laying down on the bed, you got yourself between his legs and licked his balls, yoi see the goose bumps on his legs, and just now notice that his pubic hair is also half white and half red.

He watches you with a lot of interest 'Momo only went down on me when I begged her to, and would always look disgusted, I would feel very unwanted and gross after, but... she is-!' Shouto's thoughts were cut by your mouth wrapping around the head of his dick.

He groans as you take more of him on your mouth, you facial expression shows pleasure, like you are sucking a delicious lollipop, and it makes him feel wanted, like you want to taste him and give him pleasure.

You bob your head up and down, taking more of him each time, being careful with your teeth and brushing your tongue on his more predominant veins, which hives you more breathy moans and groans.

He fit so well on your mouth, and his moans plus his dick om your mouth has you aroused to the point of feeling your slick on you lower lips.

Shouto trows his head back when your nose brush against his pubic hair after taking all of him in. "LOVE! My love! I'm gonna cum!" You quickly take your mouth off him which he whines at the cold air and the way his sick slap against his skin, all wet with your saliva, but the way you looked at him, like you were famish, made his dick throb in want.

You lick you lips and raise to your knees, you incline yourself a little backwards and open more your legs "Can you help me get ready? You will be the biggest I ever had" you open your lower lips and gives him a little show, your slick all ovee your thighs, showing him the effect of sucking him.

Shouto eagerly nods and give you his hand "sit on my face, please"

You do as told and as you sit on his face he starts immediately.

Circling your clit with the tip of his stiff tongue, then he relaxes it and goes in circles again around it, going from slow to fast, to slow again, loving the way your body flexes and relax under his treatment.

"Sho! Your so good at this!" Hearing you compliment him makes Shouto wants more of it, of everything you can give.

Your taste is intoxicating, so different from his wife, you taste sweet with the normal bitterness of the human fluid, since he wanted more of it he put his tongue inside you and moved it around collecting moew fluids as you moan throwing your head back and calling his name in such a lovely way.

You wiggle your hips trying to feel more of him, Shouto had an idea, he cupped both your clit and your entrance with his mouth and sucked on it, making you moan loudly and your body shivers from the sensation.

"W-wait! If you do it like that I will come!" You say trying to raise yourself from him, but he hook his arms around your thighs and pull you closer, now he was sucking only on your clit and he started circling it with his relaxed tongue.

It was too much, thhe sucking, the licking, so much so that he made you cum on his tongue, and as you did it, he lapped on your juices drinking it all, until you were too sensitive and was constantly trying to get out of his grip.

Shouto releases you and you fall back on the bed "Your wife is really lucky, you do an excellent job with your tongue" he hovers on top of you and smiles at you.

"Yes, you're really lucky my love, but I'm more, since I have you all to myself" the way he caresses your face makes you realize that he wants to act like you are his wife, not his actually wife that gave birth to his son, hut it's as if he wants to pretend just a bit, that he isn't neglected by the person he loves, so you let him.

You smile back and nuzzle his hand "We are both luck my husband, my Shouto" you hug his neck bringing him in, and you feel tears falling on your face as he passionately kiss you.

He holds you close and dearly as if you are very delicate and precious "my love, I know this is sudden but... let's have a child, one of our own, they will have your beautiful hair, my eyes, maybe a mixture of the two of us, how about it?"

You nod playing along "Then today is a good day, let's have a child that has your hair and my eyes, let's build our family Sho!" He sobs at that and nods opening your legs and trusting his hips against yours, making the head of his dick press against your entrance.

You hug his waist with your legs and pull him, the head pops in and you both shiver from it "More... Sho" you bring his face to yours and kiss his scar "please Sho, I want more of you" he looks back at you like you are a goddess and kiss you passionately while lightly trusting into you, until he got totally inside of you.

"There... but... you are so tight! I won't be able to hold back for long, my love... I'm sorry"

You shook your head "it's fine, this way we can build our family sooner, please Sho, I need more" you wiggle your hips up, and sifhs at the sensation of being full.

He nods and start to move, the feeling of your walls squeezing him, and how hot and wet you were, so perfect, so sweet, just for him, so he takes what he wants, and trust into you making you moan at him.

Again... and again, he went deeper and faster with each trust, his arms got tired from holding himself up, so he let his face fall between your breasts without stopping his hips.

You carve your nails into his back and moans sweetly in his ears, nothing fake and loud, just quiet but showing that you loved the feeling he was giving you.

You feel him biting down on your neck and that make you yelp, but it turns into a moan when he brush against your G-point making your whole body shudder.

"Here?" He trust against it again and draw blood from his back with your nails "ah, you do like it here, go on love, feel all my heart and soul being poured into you" he nibbles on another place and keep trusting there.

As your pleasure rise you aslo bite and mark him all over his body "Sho! That way you will really get me pregnant!"

"But... that's the point... right?" He goes deeper with a strong trust and hits your womb, it hurts but it's the kind of pain that you like it.

The pleasure keeps building up, to the point that a little more will make you cum, and you do when you feel his mouth around your nipple.

Your back arches but he doesn't release you, but instead keep trusting, hearing you moan and quenching around him is driving him crazy.

Shouto frantically trusts into your sensitive pussy without a break, feeling so much off you, your smell, your taste, your sounds, how you wrap around him tighly like you don't want him to go, so perfect, his wife... is really perfect.

He cums inside of you, but keeps hiving shallow trusts into you.

You sigh relaxed and he gently lay you down on the bed, but doesn't pull out, instead you feel his shoulders trembling and feel your chest getting wet, you look at him and raise his face to yours, you see him crying and sobbing. "Hey! What's up? What happened??" You pet his face lovingly and caresses his cheek under his scar.

"Momo... I'm sorry! I'm an awful husband! What the fuck am I doing??? I-I just- please don't let go off me... please" he buries his face on your chest once more and you pet his head.

"Don't worry, it will be our secret" you kiss the top of his head and keep petting him.

The other workers giggle, both pregnant with the last winter wishes, glad to have another powerful child on their way.

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Okay but now I’m curious about those expedition party headcanons.

SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON! I’m mostly just gonna go over the characters I made up for them but yeah. I think it’s also supposed to be canon that it was Joy’s great-grandma who went, not her great-grandfather, but since she actually talks about her great-grandfather in reference in the episode with the family tree, we’re making it her great-grandfather who went and Jerome’s great-grandmother who went.

MARIA THOMPSON: Patricia and Piper’s great-grandmother. Much like her descendants, she’s a force of nature. Maria is loud, obnoxious, and terrifyingly brilliant. However, where her great-granddaughter(s) have their multiple insecurities, Maria has none. She is completely and utterly shameless in every way. She’s a massive flirt and an even bigger drunk, and you can almost guarantee she’s done the deed with just about everyone except her own husband. There’s no one she enjoys sleeping with more than Sylvester Lewis, though. Everyone in the party jokes about how Maria got stuck in her loveless marriage, but she just fires back with the same old line: “It’s not loveless! After all, I love when I’m not with him!” She’s also got a background in art, and she is the one who hand sculpted the bust of the pharaoh in the summer house where she eventually hid her piece of the staff. She definitely took her duties hiding the the Staff the most seriously out of the four, figuring out how to use one of the artifacts she’d stolen to imbue the hiding spot with magic. That’s why the eyes glowed when Eddie opened them.

EDWARD HENSON: Joy’s great-grandfather was a quiet man, who only ever was on board with stealing anything for the sake of his two younger siblings, Stuart and June. He was a brilliant excavator, always uncovering new things leagues before the other members of his party. Very close friends with Robert, and they’d often sit and discuss their lives over tea whether that be in Egypt or at home in England. Edward was secretly gay and fancied the married and eccentric Robert, but he never came out in his lifetime, though many people had an inkling. Maria often covered for him whenever his sexuality was in question, saying that he could “pleasure a woman like no other”. This unspoken favor went undiscussed right up until their deaths. When hiding his piece of the staff, he maintained that hiding it in plain sight was their best bet, which is why he laid his piece to rest in the crypt.

SYLVESTER LEWIS: Alfie’s great grand-father. He was a smart man and he knew it. Never minded showing off his knowledge to anyone who cared to listen. He was a bit of a douche at points, which many of the party found could grow intolerable, but he made up for his know-it-all attitude with how gentle and encouraging he was to everyone. That being said, he was just as okay with grave robbing as the rest of them. He did it for his family back home, of course, but it didn’t help his cause much when faced with judgement. He and Maria had a torrid affair, which actually resulted in a pregnancy, but Maria ended up terminating it in Egypt so her husband never discovered her secret. Despite them both being married, they carried on this affair until their deaths. Sylvester and his family actually lived in the Gatehouse for quite a while after Robert was put to sleep, which is of course where he hid the artifact in the chimney.

MURIEL CLARKE, NEÉ MONTGOMERY: Jerome and Poppy’s great-grandmother was, in short, a total bitch. However, she was the type of bitch that you couldn’t help but like, despite her many short-comings. Muriel was close friends with Louisa before she died, and her death sparked a heavy bout of depression that manifested itself in a very ugly way. She was actually the ring-leader of the theft that ended up cursing all of them, which prompted the not-so-funny joke thereafter that it really was a woman who brought sin into the world. As a gift to the Rodenmaars a few years after the party was cursed and Robert put to sleep, she commissioned a globe that also served as a liquor cabinet from Maria. It was there in a secret compartment she hid her artifact. The only reason Muriel ever married or had children is the ceremony, which she always maintained would go off without a hitch. After all, who would ever actually try to release evil on the world like that? The poor thing is turning in her grave.

[missmonsters2]

Lie With Me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader/OFC

For @sunlightwanda summer writing challenge! 💕 - Fake Dating AU - Oneshot

Genre: Humor & Romance 

Warnings: Very light sexual situations/thoughts. No smut. Also, every trope that comes with fake dating LOL

Notes: Thanks so much for letting me participate in your writing challenge 😊 I hope you enjoy it! Also whew, made it just before the deadline 😂

Translations/Transliteration: милый/milyj - Darling принцесса/printsessa - Princess

Count: 5975

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Out of all your time spent being an Avenger, you would say that Wanda was the person you were the least close with.

Not because you didn’t like her or she didn’t like you or anything, you just found that there weren’t that many opportunities to get to know the girl. 

Wanda was getting private training from Natasha on the art of blending in and spy training 101. Her time was consumed by that, and you were generally busy taking on missions that kept you away from the compound. 

On top of that, you’ve never been assigned to a mission with her before. You’ve literally worked with everyone but Wanda. 

So, you were quite surprised when Wanda reached out to you for help on her mission.

You had just finished your own mission and on a private jet on your way back. Honestly, you were kind of excited to just go back home to relax. You had no more missions for the next little while, and it’s been a long time since that happened. 

But when Wanda radioed in, you assumed you were probably her last choice to ask. 

So, you had to make a pit stop instead. 

You had no idea what her mission was even about, but whatever it was, you hoped it wasn’t something that was going to need to be dragged out. 

You stopped in front of the house that Wanda gave you the coordinates to. Immediately, you notice from your peripherals through your sunglasses the neighbors are watching you discreetly through their window.

Before you can say or do anything, Wanda bursts out the front door, running straight for you. You immediately tense up the moment Wanda jumps onto you, forcing you to hold her, so she doesn’t fall.

“Wanda, what the fu--”

“милый! You’re finally back, I’ve missed you so much.”

Darling? You think to yourself confusedly. A scream wants to escape you and your muscles itch to push Wanda off, but you will yourself to calm down.

As an agent, you know that Wanda is putting on a show and you were going to blow her cover if you didn’t play along.

So, you force yourself to smile, wrapping your arms around her fully before spinning her around. You hear her laugh before you settle her down.

“I’ve missed you too, принцесса,” You tell her softly, and for a moment, her eyes sparkle, but it passes quickly before you can really make sure. 

Wanda giggled a little more before grabbing your arm and dragging you inside the house with a positively wicked look in her eyes along with your luggage.

The second you’re both inside with the door shut, it’s like a switch.

Wanda drops your arm before turning to you with an apologetic look.

“Sorry,” she says. “Our neighbors, my targets, were looking outside. I had to make sure they see us.”

It’s the first time you’ve probably ever had such a long conversation with her, and you notice immediately that she’s got a subtle accent. Not as strong as when you first met her, nor completely gone like the last time you heard her talk.

It was clear she had a particular profile to play. 

“Right...” you respond, “and exactly what is it that they’re supposed to see?”

“Well,” Wanda drags out, “I’m here to recover a specific item. It’s a half a million-dollar gold sphere that actually has an important microchip inside of it. The targets aren’t criminals, just wealthy club owners who may have bought it on the black market without knowing what it is.”

“Okay?” You say, not really sure what that has to do with you being here or the strange public display of affection that just happened outside.

“And,” Wanda continues on, biting her lip a little. “Well, it’s a gay couple who just seems to really only get along with other gay couples...I just want to get this stupid gold sphere so I can go home.”

You’re in disbelief.

Because this can’t be happening.

This isn’t real, you tell yourself.

“So...you’re telling me that your targets hate straight people and you can’t get close enough to them without pretending to be gay and dating someone?”

“It’s not exactly pretending,” Wanda mumbles at you.

“What?”

Wanda sighs and looks at you with her arms crossed. “Look, I really need your help on this; otherwise, I’m going to be stuck out here for months. I’ve already tried to ask Natasha, but she’s still on her own mission for an unknown amount of time and Carol is in space. Please?”

You really want to groan audibly because of course, you’re not going to turn Wanda down...it’s just...this wasn’t what you had expected when she said she needed help.

“Alright, alright, I’ll help you, but you owe me big time for this.” You point your finger at her, and she nods enthusiastically, and the whole thing can only suggest that Wanda wasn’t able to get very far without her “lover” around.

They probably wanted proof that she really was gay and dating. 

“Alright, so, catch me up. What have you told them, and what’s our next move?”

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“You two are so adorable! I’m so glad you could make it. I was beginning to believe Wanda here had made you up.”

You laugh boisterously even though on the inside you were dying a little. Everything felt sprung on you. 

Wanda had let you know the two of you were actually going over to the neighbors later that evening. Their names were David and Liam King, who owned the biggest LGBTQ+ nightclub in the city called The Kings & Queens. 

So the next couple of hours, you and Wanda had to work out the finer details of your fake relationship. 

Wanda had apparently told them you were a freelance photographer and you had traveled to do a wedding for a couple. 

You were so thankful that Wanda had immediately reached back out to base after telling that story to set you up with an Instagram profile to show your portfolio.

It was like an unspoken rule between two agents that you guys would do whatever it takes to accomplish this mission. 

You’ve done plenty of missions like this before with Natasha, so it shouldn’t be any different with Wanda. 

The four of you were sitting outside on their patio around a modernly built bonfire. Dinner was a leisurely affair where you mostly talked about work. David and Liam were already inviting you out to the VIP section of their club, so Wanda was right in the sense being another gay couple did get her a quick ticket into their circle. 

Wanda was currently curled into your side while your arm was wrapped around her, fingers entangled together. 

You absently thought about how Wanda’s body was much warmer than you expected. She definitely seemed like someone who would’ve had poor circulation, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. 

“I’m very much real, though I can’t guarantee whatever Wanda told about me is accurate,” you teased looking at Wanda who was grinning back at you and then she was looking at your lips. 

The look stirred something in your lower belly, but you quickly shook the thought away, saying it was something you ate. 

David laughed as Liam passed around some skewers and marshmallows. Wanda looked at the treat with her eyes narrowed, as if she wasn’t too sure what she was supposed to do.

You tried to not laugh at how adorable she currently looked, just pulling her closer to your side while you roasted the sugary treat slowly. 

Wanda watched you do the activity, storing the image in her head so she could copy you after. 

Once you determined the perfect texture for the marshmallow, you grabbed the graham crackers and a piece of the darker chocolate, assembling the treat together. 

You were idly thinking about how you might’ve heard Natasha say she had gotten Wanda dark chocolate for valentine’s day once since they had to train together that day.

Wanda tilted her head, trying to remember the order you assembled the dessert together, getting ready to imitate what you had done. 

But then to her surprise, you handed the finished dessert to her. She looked at your smiling face as she gently took it from you. 

She took a cautious bite, immediately groaning a little at how much she was enjoying it surprisingly.

“S’mores are good, aren’t they?” You tell her with a soft smile, and Wanda smiles back at you.

You were subtly telling her they were called s’mores. 

It was new to Wanda. 

She had never had anyone take care of her in this type of way.

She had to remind herself that it was a role you were playing, just like she was.

“Oh my god, you guys are disgusting,” David dramatically said with a playful roll of his eyes before looking at his husband. “Why don’t you make me my s’mores?”

Liam looked panicked before all three of you laughed. 

You ended up making three more s’mores for Wanda before she couldn’t eat anymore. Wanda sighs contently, falling back into your side, snuggling up to you with her arms wrapped around your waists, and your arm falling around her.

“So, how’d you two meet?” Liam asked as he grabbed David’s hand.

For a moment, the two of you panic. You definitely hadn’t thought that one out. You look at each other, Wanda’s eyes telling you that maybe you should tell the story. 

The worst thing that could happen is that the two of you both try to blurt something out completely different.

“Well,” you say, trying to gather your thoughts. Natasha has told you some of the best lies she’s told were half-truths, so maybe that’s what you were going to do.

“I suppose we met through mutual friends,” you start off. “I was a newcomer to Wanda’s group of friends. I didn’t quite meet her until a little later, but I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Wanda felt her cheeks flush, the heat traveling all the way to the tip of her ears as she listened to you. 

“Still, even after we met, I didn’t spend a lot of time with her. But...she was always on my mind whenever we passed each other or if I just missed being in the same room as her.”

“Oh my gosh, and then what?” David as enraptured. 

Wanda was also curious about what you were going to say. 

“Wanda one day asked me to help her with one of her projects,” you say, forcing a blush to your cheeks as you looked away shyly for effect.

“One thing led to another, and now I’ve pretty much secured Wanda and never letting her go,” you say jokingly at the end which gets everyone laughing.

“More like I’ve trapped you, милый,” Wanda teases you, and you playfully roll your eyes at her.

“No complaints here, принцесса.”

Wanda’s eyes twinkle once more with the nickname, and you’re caught up in staring at each other before David sigh.

“Even your nicknames for each other is so cute, I’m about to have diabetes from watching you two.”

You merely smile before Wanda lets out a yawn, and it’s either to signal you that it’s time to go or she’s fatigued.

Either way, you take the cue.

“We should head home,” you say to Wanda, a soft look on your face. 

She nods as if she was extremely exhausted. You help her up while David and Liam stand up as well. 

“Thanks so much for coming over, it was a blast,” David tells you.

“Thanks for having us over. We’ll host next time,” you tell them and they nod.

Before the two of you can walk off, David calls out again.

“Don’t forget to stop by our club on Saturday. I’ll let the bouncer know to let you guys into the VIP section.”

The two of you nod as you grab Wanda’s hand, lacing your fingers together, and lead her home.

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Wanda sighs the moment she steps into the house. The two of you are still holding hands, not seemingly noticing until you tried to go to the kitchen and Wanda wanted to sit on the couch.

You cough awkwardly as you let go, Wanda watching you with interest as you walk into the kitchen, grabbing the both of you some water.

“Well, this is going exceptionally well,” you say as you take a seat next to her. 

“See?” Wanda brags. “I told you it would go much faster pretending to be dating.”

“They’re definitely an interesting couple. Undoubtedly lives the rich and partying lifestyle. Tonight seemed tame for them. Where do you think they’re keeping the golden sphere?”

Wanda took a sip of her water before replying.

“I’ve been to their house and already searched everywhere, so it’s not there. My guess is that it’s at their club in their exclusive VIP section. We’ll have to keep an eye out Saturday.”

You nod. 

“Alright,” you agree easily, sighing as you went to stand up. “I’m pretty beat, so I’m going to head to bed. Any particular room I can crash in?”

It was then Wanda seemed to realize something.

“Yeah...about that.”

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“This is so cliché,” you mutter to yourself as you finished your nightly routine, getting ready for bed. Wanda just came out of the bathroom and was getting ready for bed herself. 

Wanda had so kindly told you that there was only one room with a bed in it. The other rooms were “under renovations” because whoever gave her this house for the mission was too goddamn lazy and only set up one.

“Do you want me to take the floor?” Wanda asked as she looked at your face.

You scrunched your eyebrows together. “What? No, why would you do that? It’s a queen-sized bed, plenty of room for us to share.”

Wanda was about to say something else, but you cut her off.

“Please do not make this weird. We’re both grown-ups, and spies might I add, we can share a bed. I’ve shared a sleeping quarter with pretty much everyone at the compound. In fact, I’ve slept on top of Steve once, so please just get into bed.”

Wanda snaps her mouth closed before slowly getting into the bed on her side. You internally sigh in relief as you slide in yourself after turning off the lamp.

“You’d think my girlfriend would be more willing to sleep with me,” you say in the dark, teasing Wanda who merely chuckles, pushing you lightly from across the bed.

It was silent for a moment, your eyes drooping shut before Wanda opened her mouth again.

“Why were you sleeping on top of Steve?”

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The sun was hitting your face directly through the streams of the curtain. 

You groaned lightly, shifting yourself into the warmth more intimately, burying your face in the mass of hair that was in front of you.

You felt something shift against your body, pressing back more intimately into you. 

There was a fleeting thought in your head that this wasn’t normal. You were tempted to ignore it and go back to sleep.

The warmth was really pulling you in, and the soft scent of cinnamon and dry leaves were just lulling you back to sleep.

But then you opened your eyes slowly. 

When you realized what the warmth was...you swallowed.

Sometime in the middle of the night, you and Wanda must’ve gravitated towards each other because now you were just a bunch of tangled limbs in bed.

Wanda’s entire backside was pressed into your front as you had a thigh wedged between her legs and arm over her torso. Her shirt had ridden up quite a bit during the night, so your hand was under her shirt, touching her soft, warm skin. You were pretty certain your fingers were just brushing the underside of her breast.

And Wanda wasn’t wearing a bra. 

It was still the early hours of the morning, and the entire situation was disorienting for you. 

You breathed deeply quietly. 

You needed to detangle yourself from this without waking Wanda because you don’t think you could face her if she woke up now. 

You try to shift slightly, but all you end up doing is accidentally rubbing your thigh against her. 

Wanda groans lightly in her sleep, and you feel the panic rising in your chest.

But Wanda doesn’t wake up, and you silently thank the heavens. 

You take a deep breath again, shifting more slowly this time, first your arm before your leg. It takes a ridiculous amount of time, but you manage to escape the bed without waking Wanda, and it feels more accomplishing than any mission you’ve ever done.

You head out the door, closing it as quietly as you can. 

You breathe in relief, heading over to the room next door where you left your belongings. Changing into workout attire, you decide to go for a run.

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The smell of eggs and bacon hit your senses the moment you come back into the house.

You see Wanda standing in the kitchen, singing lightly as she’s cooking, wearing an oversized shirt.

You can’t describe it, but the image of it brings a warmth to your chest, and it spreads to the rest of your body. 

Wanda turns around, seemingly hearing the door close.

“Oh, you’re back!” She says with a smile. “I made what they call, ‘a traditional American breakfast.’ Are you hungry?”

You smile at her because she sounds so ridiculous as she excitedly puts the hearty breakfast on the table.

“Yeah,” you breath, “I’m just going to clean up really quick.”

By the time you come back down all fresh and showered, Wanda has finished everything. 

You take a seat as Wanda helps you put everything on a plate. You take a bite as Wanda watches your expression intensely.

“It’s good, delicious, really. Best I’ve ever had,” you reassure her and Wanda seemingly loses the tension from her shoulders. 

“I’m glad,” she tells you. “Ever since moving to the compound, I haven’t had a lot of time to cook anymore with training.”

“Did you cook a lot before?” You ask before putting some more food into your mouth.

Wanda nods, bringing her hand up to her mouth as she tries to swallow her food quicker to answer.

“Yes,” she tells you. “Pietro couldn’t cook at all. I mean at all. So, I learned here and there.”

You give her a soft smile because you’ve heard since her brother died, she was...different. But you were glad she seemed to be able to talk about him now.

“That’s fair,” you respond to her laughing a little bit. “I’ve learned a few things here and there too since I used to do a lot of missions with Natasha...and she really can’t cook.”

“Are you going to explain to me the eyebrow incident? Everyone seems to reference it all the time.” Wanda asked curiously. 

The smile drops from your face, and Wanda blinks at the sudden change.

“Never mention that incident again...I still have PTSD from it.”

Wanda sputters out a laughter which gets you smiling a little. 

You would dare to say it out loud, but the way Wanda laughs makes your heart flutter.

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The next couple days until Saturday is strangely domestic for you since you had to keep up the charade.

The days were filled with gardening, mostly you watching Wanda garden as everything you touch dies, and cooking dinner together. 

There was one evening that you and Wanda took a stroll around the neighborhood. The two of you just...talked. 

You got to know each other pretty well, and it was weird how compatible you two seemed to be. 

But not because you agreed on everything and had the same interests because you don’t. It was the way that you two fell into step with each other, a calming pull with hints of butterflies that settled over you when you’re with her.

To deeply put it, you two vibrated on the same wavelength. 

And, well, she was funny. 

It was getting comfortable, and you didn’t know what to do with that feeling. 

Every morning, you’d wake up in an intimate position you weren’t in when you went to sleep, and you were finding it harder and harder to detangle yourself and get out of bed each morning. 

You were shaken out of your thoughts when Wanda called you to help her zip her dress up. Wanda came out, holding her hair up and back turned to you. 

You immediately blank your mind because the sight of her smooth bareback and defined shoulder blades was about to give you thoughts that would send you straight to hell. 

“I can’t get the zipper all the way up, can you do it?” Wanda asked so innocently and frustratedly that you feel guilty for almost having such thoughts about her. 

“Sure,” you reply, dryly. Taking a step forward, you lightly grab the edge of the zipper and pull it up until it reaches its end.

Wanda turns to you, dropping her hair that fell down her shoulders in loose curls. 

“How do I look?” She asked you, and you looked at the attire in full. She was wearing a short clubbing dress that accented her breasts and collarbone. 

“Perfect,” you say, and she beams at you. 

“Let’s hope we find what we need tonight and hopefully we can be on a plane home tomorrow morning,” Wanda tells you, putting on some earrings. 

“Yeah,” you reply for lack of anything else to say. 

A part of you wondered if you would go back to being strangers once the two of you returned. 

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It was quite the flashy club. Colored lights were blinking everywhere, and the music played so loudly that you could feel the bass thump against your skin. 

Bodies were crammed onto the dance floor, dancing (grinding) and making out. 

The bouncer let the two of you in easily once your name was given and directed the two of you where the VIP section was. 

It was so packed that you ended up grabbing Wanda’s hand tightly so you wouldn’t lose her in the throng of people. You eventually pull her in front of you when you reach up the stairs so she could go first, putting your hands on her waist to follow her. 

Once you’re at the top, you feel almost breathless. 

“Damn, this club is crowded,” you say, mostly to yourself but then you hear Wanda chuckle. 

“It is the most popular gay club here. I think that’s the room they’re in. Let’s go.”

Wanda grabs your hand again, pulling you to the back. Another bouncer is standing at the door, she tells them your names, and he steps to the side while opening the door. 

You’re immediately facing a whole other group people. 

“You made it!” David exclaims as he gets up to hug the two of you. He smells like tequila, and you know everyone has already started drinking. You look around the room to find another gay couple, a lesbian couple, and a single girl sitting on her own. 

The single girl looks like she’s glaring at you slightly as she catches your intertwined hands with Wanda. 

You cock your brow. 

She looks like she wants to say something but David is introducing everyone to the two of you. 

It mostly kind of flies over your head because these people are irrelevant to you and the mission. Wanda seems to be doing better than you for remembering the names. 

The only name you caught was the single girl’s, Vanessa. Apparently, she had met with Wanda multiple times before because she hangs out with David and Liam quite often. 

She obviously liked Wanda, probably thinking she wasn’t actually dating someone. 

It rubs you the wrong way, and you don’t know what to think about that. 

“The sphere isn’t in this room,” Wanda whispers to you quietly, passing it off as if she was whispering seductive things in your ear. 

You lean against the wall, bringing Wanda a little forward with you as you cup her jaw and bring your lips to her ear. 

“We can look around a little later. Focus on getting them drunk so we can look around,” you whisper in return, but to everyone, it looks like you’re biting her ear, especially with the look on Wanda’s face. 

“Oh my lord, you two are already at it,” David teased, bringing the two of you apart. You merely smirk before taking a seat down. It just so happens that Wanda ends up sitting next to Vanessa while you’re at the edge. 

Drinks are passed around, and you’ve taken a couple shots and now nursing your second beer. 

It was good that you had a higher alcohol tolerance, and it seemed like Wanda was more playing into talking to everyone to distract them on the fact she was only taking sips of her drink. 

It wasn’t hard to egg on David and Liam to drink more, and you didn’t have to do anything for the other couples. 

The party was escalating as time passed. The VIP area was insane with bottle services and their own dance floor. 

People were dancing on the floor to the music and flashing lights. You used the opportunity to peek your head out the door to see what else there was. 

Around the bouncer, you noticed there were two other rooms and a turn that leads to a staircase. 

You hummed. 

You looked back to see Wanda dancing on the floor, swaying her hips and running her hands through her hair with her eyes closed. 

You couldn’t catch the thoughts fast enough of how insanely hot she was and that you may have wanted to drag her to the washroom. 

Wanda’s eyes snapped opened as she locked eyes with you, and it was like a hot electric buzz tingled in the air. 

It was cut short when Vanessa came behind Wanda, turning Wanda around and pulling her into a dance—a grind with her. 

It pissed you off. 

A white, hot burning in your chest flares. 

The sheer audacity this girl has to hit on your girlfriend—fake girlfriend—in front of you baffles you. 

Wanda doesn’t even really seem to notice, just playing her role and calling for more drinks. 

You push off against the wall, stalking your way over to Wanda who’s waving for more drinks from the bartender while Vanessa has her hands on Wanda’s waist. 

You stop right behind Wanda, her back facing to you before you grab her arm, spinning her around out of Vanessa’s grasp and into your arms. Your hands slide up to cup her jaws on both sides, strands of her hair caught between your fingers as you capture Wanda’s lips roughly. 

You can’t describe how it feels, but it’s like everything in you shifted, everything falling into place in the way you didn’t know you needed. 

Wanda softly moans against your lips, pressing her lips over yours over and over again, her hand grasping your fingers against her jaw. 

“GET A ROOM!” David yells from the dance floor. Everyone’s chuckling at you while you pull back slightly. You look past Wanda and glare at Vanessa who now seems to register that Wanda is off-limits. 

“Might just do that,” you say against Wanda’s lips, grabbing her hand. Everyone is still so wasted and only getting worse as they dance. 

You take this moment to pull Wanda out of the room. You notice that the bouncer is still there. Giggling, looking like a naughty couple, you drag Wanda into the room next door. The bouncer leaves you to be because he may have heard the commotion in the other room. 

You push Wanda into the next room. As you shut the door behind you, Wanda leaps into you, capturing your lips again. 

A surprised moan escaped your lips as you wrap your arm around her waist. 

She’s kissing you quite enthusiastically, and you’re trying to return the fervor. 

When you break apart for air, Wanda is flushed, her cheeks are a rosy color as she looks at you. You can’t stop thinking about her, how she smells, how she tastes. 

It’s a little overwhelming. Wanda’s eyes dilate as she hones in on your thoughts. 

“As nice as this is,” you breathlessly say, “we should actually look for the sphere.”

Wanda stared at you for a moment before lifting her body off of yours. 

It felt cold. 

You cleared your throat, licking your lips slightly, tasting the remnants of Wanda’s lip gloss. 

Standing up straight, you looked around the room. There was nothing in the open, so you and Wanda began to shuffle through the shelves and drawers. 

“Nothing?” Wanda asks you. 

“Nothing,” you sighed. 

“You said there was another room, right?”

You nodded but pursed your lips. “I highly doubt it’s in the other room, though. He doesn’t seem to be keeping it on this floor. We should just go straight for the basement.”

You slide the door open slightly to look down the hall. The bouncer is still standing outside at the other room. 

You hummed. 

At the same moment, Vanessa came spilling out the door, wasted as the bouncer turned his attention to her. 

You take advantage of the moment, grabbing Wanda’s hand once more and exiting the room without the bouncer noticing. You lead her to the far back and take a sharp turn where the stairs are. 

It leads pretty deep down until you reach the bottom floor. The two of you stand before the door before you open it. 

You step in and...

“Are you kidding me?” You ask exasperatedly. 

Wanda is blinking at she’s looking around the room. It wasn’t what you had expected at all. There was a large stage, then a built-in dance floor, and then tables and chairs set up. 

You look up and...

“You’re telling me he bought a $500,000 golden sphere on the black market...to use it as a disco ball.”

The golden sphere with crystals embedded on it hangs from the ceiling, spinning in all its glory. 

“I hate people,” you mumble as you throw a chair on the table and get up onto it. You make a leap and grab the sphere with enough force that it rips from the hook on the ceiling. 

You land on the floor gracefully, tossing the sphere to Wanda who catches it with both hands. 

“David just really loves dancing,” Wanda teases you as she sets the sphere on the table. 

You huff slightly, watching as Wanda’s hands glow and her lithe fingers bring red wisps around.

Wanda essentially bends the metal open, grabbing the microchip out and storing it safely. She bends the metal back perfectly as if it hadn’t been touched at all. Using her powers, she lifts the sphere and puts it back on the hook. 

“You’re telling me I just jumped to get it when you could’ve done that?”

“You got to pull your weight around here somehow,” Wanda smirks. 

You roll your eyes playfully at her as the two of you leave.

No need to stay longer with the mission completed.

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That night when you get back home, Wanda reports in, and Tony is going to send one of his planes to pick the two of you up tomorrow. 

You sighed after you had finished your nightly routine. Sliding into your side of the bed, you lay on your back. Putting your arm behind your head, you unintentionally replay today’s events in your head. 

Specifically kissing Wanda. 

“Keep thinking those thoughts, and you’re going to find yourself in trouble.”

You snap out of your thoughts to see Wanda enter the bedroom. She walks around the bed, taking off her cardigan and dropping it on the floor before she lifts the blanket and slides in. 

She invades your space, scooting herself until her back is pressed against you. Reaching around herself, she grabs your arm and pulls it over her torso.

Wanda settles and sighs in content. 

Her fingers are tangled with yours, and she’s taken the liberty of entangling your legs as well. 

“Being pretty bold, aren’t we?” You say in the dark, eyebrow raised.

Wanda smiles, her eyes closed as she’s getting ready to sleep.

“Why not? I think after today there’s no need to wait for us both to fall asleep before we cuddle. Think you can at least wake me up tomorrow morning before you wander off?”

You feel your cheeks flush slightly. 

“We did a job,” you argued.

“You didn’t need to kiss me like that,” Wanda retorted, referring to the dance floor and Vanessa.

“And let Miss Single and Desperate put her paws all over my fake girlfriend? I think not.”

Wanda shifts a little against you. “So, you were only fake jealous then?”

You don’t answer right away, nor do you move. All your life, every mission you took had meaning, had a direction, had a purpose. 

The mission stayed the mission. 

This was the first time you had to consider your actions--why you did what you did. 

Without this mission, it’s possible you may have never considered Wanda in such a way.

Would Wanda consider you if you weren’t the one here?

Regardless, it happened, and now you cannot stop thinking about her.

“You should consider it,” Wanda says, interrupting your thoughts.

“Consider what?”

“Consider being mine for real, милый.”

The nickname rolls off her tongue so easily that you feel like you’ve been hers for a long time. 

Your arm tightens around her, burying your head in her hair, the smell of cinnamon and dry leaves washing over you. You sigh lightly. 

“It’s been considered.”

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The next morning, the two of you leave bright and early. Everything all packed up as you get ready to meet Tony at the airport. 

The two of you weren’t going to even say goodbye to David and Liam. They would just find a new family living in this house. 

You’re holding hands as the taxi driver drops you off on the tarmac where Tony has his jet parked. 

Tony sees your linked hands, smirks, but doesn’t say anything.

“Thank god that the two of you are finally coming home,” Tony comments. You’re putting your suitcases away and hum in response.

“Natasha’s been complaining about having nothing to do while she’s been home for a week.”

You pause for a moment. 

“Wait,” you say, turning to Tony with your brows furrowed. “Hasn’t Natasha been on a mission for an unknown amount of time?”

That’s what you recalled Wanda telling you as she roped you into helping her on this mission. 

Tony laughs. “I wish. She’s been getting stir crazy at home. It’s so bad, she’s contemplating trying to cook again.”

Tony walks past you, entering the plane while you’re confused. 

You stand there, eyes slightly narrowed and looking down as you process that information.

If Natasha was home, then why didn’t Wanda--

Wanda smirks as she walks past you to board the plane as well, but not before quickly pressing her lips to your cheek. 

“Come, милый, perhaps you can explain to me what the mile high club is that Tony keeps talking about.”

You blink, your brain nearly short-circuiting. 

Wanda winks at you once more before she disappearing on the plane.

You’re hot on her trail as you hurry up the stairs and board the plane yourself. 

Of all the Avengers, you would say that Wanda is someone you were planning to get the closest with. 

Because you like her, and there were many opportunities for you to do so.

[renegade-diamonds]

Continuation of Kingdom AU: Now it was known by Nancy, Robin was possibly with child. But was it hers? She remembered that fateful night; it had probably been the thing to kick all this off. If only she had kept her desire to herself- if only she had shown more respect for proper courtship. She has greatly dishonored Robin, and she has done it in a very public and shameful way.

That must have been why she married Eddie, Nancy realized, urging her horse faster as they galloped across the open plains. Eddie was dating Steve before this happened. He probably felt duped as well. Steve was devastated by the sudden cut-off; every day he fought against everything he had to combat the urge to call Eddie. But Eddie? Oh that poor man.

Robin must have found out she was pregnant and freaked. Nancy knew the type of drama having a child so young could create, and while you also remain unmated too? That was a recipe for disaster. Ed and Robin had been hanging out for quite some time then, bonding over their shared heartbreak, and Eddie might have been the first person to know despite her previous closeness with Nancy and Steve. Their marriage couldn't have been out of love- Eddie was gay. But if it was used as a cover? If they tried to say the child belongs to Eddie? That would protect his new legacy with a appropriate heir, and Robin would be able to protect her child by getting a believable alpha to cover for her.

She could barely believe it. Turns out, there was still some luck out there for her after all. But now Robin was far, far away, and danger was coming. Nancy knew she held responsibility for that, no matter what comforts Max tried to give with her explanations- it was ultimately Nancy who allowed it to go forward. She made the choice to drive Robin away, she made the choice to trust in Max's prophetic visions.

And now she was riding north to make up for that. She was coming to pay her dues. Nancy intended on one thing and one thing only- making Robin hers. She would earn penance in however manner Robin desired, so long as the end goal remains the same.

Up north, Robin labored in her bed for many hours already. The birthing pains had begun the previous night, and Robin had been wracked with terrible contractions ever since. She wasn't progressing fast enough, and the healers were worried. The baby was going to come earlier than expected.

Robin knew she was lucky that Eddie had so many private and underground connections. When it became apparent that the pregnancy was going to be difficult, he wasted no time in hunting down the best of the best midwives and healers. One, a so-called doctor of medicine, had studied in other impractical birthing techniques- ones that most non-omega male healers tended to scoff at. They don't like practices that make their jobs more difficult, but that it the nature of their medicine. This man, Owens as he was called, seemed confident that Robin could deliver, but the path ahead was more treacherous than any of them realize.

Another day past, and that when things began to get really dicey. Robin was losing her grip, and she could feel the exhaustion taking hold of her body. By now, she was ready to push, but the babe would not get into the right position.

The healers tell Eddie that they are approaching a point of no return. If Robin cannot push the baby out, then both of their lives are in danger, and tough decisions would have to be made. Eddie informs the healers to do what they can, but to remember that Robin's life takes priority.

Privately, Owens approaches Eddie and tells him that there is a new method to cut the babe free. Eddie is immediately appalled, informing Owens that under no circumstances would they do a procedure that guarantees the mother's death. Owens tells Eddie that the new method would allow the mother to live, and that they would even be able to heal and have more children in the future if done right. Either way, it was the best chance for Robin's survival should the child refuse to come.

Eddie tells him only to do it should no other option emerge. He did not want to risk Robin's life in such a way. He instructed the healers to heed the midwives' words and allow her to keep waiting out the natural birthing process.

This turns out to be the right decision. As the babe does eventually move lower, although doesn't enter the birth canal. At that point, Robin's been in labor for nearly four days, and her body is approaching complete exhaustion. The healers and midwives are concerned about Robin's condition; neither she nor the baby will survive if this continues on.

Heartbroken and terrified, Eddie orders Owens to do the operation, and to ensure that Robin is as comfortable as she can be.

The next morning, Nancy arrives in a flurry. She only brings a handful of guards with her, and her horse is exhausted and in need of some feed after riding so far. Eddie meets her in the courtyard; he explains everything that's happened. Robin's alive, but she's deeply injured from childbirth and the operation. Owens had preformed the first successful operation where in the baby was cut free from the mom's stomach.

Nancy feels absolutely sick to her stomach. She's horrified and guilty, enraged at the unfairness of the situation yet happy to finally lay eyes on Robin once more. Nancy waits in her chambers, always sitting besides the slumbering omega.

She holds Robin's newborn daughter carefully, mindful of the tiny flailing limbs. The baby has a tuff of light brown hair on its head and blue eyes- she looks just like Robin, and Nancy already knows she'll die for this girl.

There's a sheepish moment the first night she's here, where she's talking with Eddie in the room as they sit with Robin's still form. Nancy asks the dreaded question- was he the sire of Robin's daughter?

Elation fills her mind as he huffs quietly and says, "What do you think, Nance?"

In her heart, she already knows the answer, it's not something Nancy knows how to process. In the meantime, she decides to focus on what she can, and that includes ensuring Robin has the best care available. Nancy knows she has a long way to go towards forgiveness, but she figures this is a step in the right direction.

Another ABO AU Idea for Ronance

Kingdom AU: The fruity four go on a quest to help stop the evil Lord Vecna from attacking the Kingdom of Hawkins, they defeat him with help from the Party, and return to the capital as heroes (this all happened before-hand).

Nancy (alpha) is the Crown-Princess and Steve (alpha) is the heir to a Dukedom. Robin (omega) is a scribe they recruited for her knowledge of ancient languages, and Eddie (omega) was a rogue that got caught up in everything accidentally. During this quest, Robin and Nancy secretly fall in love, although neither confessed. Robin was low-born, and Nancy knew her parents would never approve of the match. Still, she wants desperately to keep Robin close to her.

Two nights before Nancy's coming-of-age banquet, the tension becomes too much. They confess and do-the-do.

The next day, Max (who's a seer) drags Nancy and Steve into her room for a talk. She's hysterical, telling them that she keeps having different visions of the future about Robin dying unless she goes north to the fief that Eddie was given for his service to the kingdom. However, there's only one possible future where she does that, and it's going to hurt everyone involved.

On the night of Nancy's banquet, Robin's oddly on edge. She hasn't seen Nancy all day, nor Steve either. Eddie seems just as confused, as he apparently hadn't seen them too (and Steve was spending quite a lot of time around him lately). Finally, all the important guests arrive, but they seem distant. Nancy won't look at Robin, and Steve just keeps staring at his food. There's something tense in their posture, and a heavy feeling of pure wrongness settles in Robin's stomach.

The younger members appear to be acting normal, although Robin notes that Max is a bit quiet, and isn't digging into her food like she normally does. Robin glances over to where Steve is sitting and is shocked to see his proud-looking parents here, seated smugly besides their son as if they hadn't neglected him their entire lives.

Nancy's parents stand after the feasting is over, and state that they have an important announcement to make pertaining to the future of their kingdom- the engagement of the Crown-Princess to the future Duke, Steve Harrington.

Robin's stomach drops straight into the pits of hell. Nancy and Steve stand up at the head table, all cheery and happy smiles as they link hands and stand proudly before the crowd. Faintly, she sees Eddie get up and slip out one of the side entrances, and tries to discreetly follow his example, wiping the tears from her eyes before anyone notices. Robin stubbornly avoids glancing at the head table as she leaves, never seeing the way Nancy's eyes track her every move.

Neither Nancy nor Steve ever seek her out in the days that follow, and Robin refuses to leave her chambers- the pain of their betrayal festers in her stomach. Nothing makes sense anymore- her world feels like it's just been swept out from under her feet.

She bonds with Eddie, who evidentially had been in the early stages of a romantic relationship with Steve before the banquet. He's caught off guard too, and the two of them stew in their self-pity as the days turn into weeks. They crash at her residence in the city, as the palace becomes too painful to stay in. The city is alight with excitement at the news of the royal engagement, and it tastes like ash in Robin's mouth.

But then things start to get scary. Robin's appetite collapses, and she's constantly getting nauseous all the time. Her body feels tired, and yet she keeps getting compliments on her skin and the odd comment on how she's 'glowing.' It's only when Eddie, a fellow omega, mentions Robin's scent starting to change that she realizes something's wrong.

She tracks down a discreet healer from a nearby farming village outside the city for help. She does not want to attract attention due to her new celebrity status after their defeat of Vecna, and ensures the healer understands that.

That night Eddie comes home to Robin sobbing at the kitchen table, head buried in her arms. He asks what's wrong, and she looks up at him with tears in her eyes and tells him she's pregnant. Both of them immediately understand the gravity of the situation. She's an unmated omega risen to celebrity status in their kingdom; the public reaction to this could go either way, but given the cultural and religious aspects of their conservative world, Eddie knows this isn't going to go well.

Especially if the sire is who he thinks it is.

So, he makes her an offer. Marry him (lavender marriage) and travel north to his fief. They can get away from all the trouble plaguing their private life, and he can claim the child as his own. He may be an omega, but as a natural-born male, he still could technically sire children so no one would think to question it.

Crazily enough, Robin accepts. They both know the marriage will be in name only. They pack up that night and marry early in the morning, leaving the city as soon as they sign the official documents.

As the news begins to spread, whispers reach the palace, and by midday there's not a single person left in the capital who hasn't heard the news.

Nancy destroys every training dummy they have when she finds out, and Steve isn't much better. Max reassures them that she can see the future clearer now, that they're on the right path. But it's all so wrong. Nancy hates herself, hates what she's done. She can't look in a mirror without remembering the devastation in Robin's eyes at the banquet, the sheer pain that had permeated throughout her scent as Nancy's parents announced the engagement.

Time drags on, and the whispers from the north remain elusive. Eddie apparently has ensured that no rumors leave his new keep, and Robin's never sighted outside the castle walls. As the months start to drag on, they keep pushing back wedding preparations- coming up with every excuse in the book. Their parents don't question it, accepting that it's probably the trauma from their quest against Vecna, and their sadness at their 'friends' leaving the capital.

Six months after Robin and Eddie left, Max comes to Nancy's door in the middle of the night, eyes wide and face pale. She tells her she needs to ride north now. That she's finally seen the full vision of Robin's death and that the nexus point approaches.

Nancy's entire world shifts on its axis when Max tells her that Robin will die in childbirth.

[iwillhaveamoonbase]

Secret Love Song

Rayla gets a call that her boyfriend, Callum, is engaged to his childhood friend.  Human AU.  For the Rayllum Birthday Prompt ‘Rain’ and inspired by Little Mix’s Secret Love Song

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Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours

Rayla sighed as Little Mix came on.  ‘Irony. Love it.’  The song rolled over her as the rain continued to pound against her window.  The song hit like a freaking sucker punch to her stomach after the phone call with Viren she had just had.  Her boyfriend, her secret boyfriend, was magically engaged to his childhood friend, Claudia.  ‘I thought Americans didn’t pull this shit.  “Planned since childhood” my ass.’

Rayla looked at her phone and opened it to view her lockscreen.  A pair of the most captivating green eyes she had ever seen was staring back at her.  A wide smile on his face as he held her close. A giant smile was on her own lips and she looked so relaxed it was almost difficult to remember this had been taken only a few days ago.  They had been together for two and a half years and she had genuinely believed they were headed to marriage.

Callum had done a study abroad program in her native Scotland three years ago.  They had become fast friends after a misunderstanding involving his art and someone choosing to deface it before the school art exhibition.  The six months between then and the exhibition had been one filled with late night movies, study sessions, and Rayla trying to convince him that Chinese was the best takeaway while he always complained it wasn’t authentic enough.  Rayla could still remember wearing a nice dress at that first art show as he presented something completely different than the defaced piece and losing her breath as he unveiled a traditional painting of her.  There had been such love and devotion in his brushstrokes it had emboldened her to kiss him when he brought her back to her apartment.  They had been together ever since, even with a giant ocean between them and being unable to go public.

‘Public.’  Rayla hated that word.  Callum’s step-father was, unfortunately, deeply involved in American politics and was currently running for senator.  While Harrow had been open to her, his campaign advisor and close friend, Viren, had discouraged the move.  Rayla didn’t have the refined manners Viren believed was necessary for someone of Callum’s family’s status.  She was a championship fencer at university and was working on starting a career in physical therapy after training to represent the UK in the next Olympics. Why wasn’t she good enough?  Viren’s phone call had to be joke.  

I don't wanna hide us away

Tell the world about the love we making

I'm living for that day, someday

Rayla looked through her newsfeed and saw it.  ‘Callum Evans is engaged to Claudia Nelson.  The couple, currently vacationing in the Scottish countryside, were seen exiting a hotel together this morning.’  No.  This was impossible.  Claudia was gay.  She had a girlfriend.  They had talked about her finally coming out to her dad.  Rayla dropped her phone, screaming into the storm that was crashing against her windows.  

Rayla stood up, almost throwing the blanket Callum had given her off the couch.  Her apartment was covered in his art and pictures of them. She refused to go into her bedroom.  The amount of times she and Callum had made love in there….  She started to pace, startled when the mirror by the door showing her face was covered in tear tracks.  She hadn’t cried this hard since her parents died in a car accident when she was eight and had been taken in by Runaan and Ethari.  

‘I don’t want to hide it anymore, Rayla.  I love you. I don’t want anyone else.’ Callum’s voice floated in her ear, reminding her of just yesterday when he had been over.

“SHUT UP!!!”  Rayla opened the window.  In a few minutes, she was drenched from the rain blowing in.  “YOU LIED!”  A few hiccupping sobs escaped her.  “You lied…”

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Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

I wish that it could be like that (I wish)

Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours

Callum stared door at the carpet.  “Viren, no.  You can’t do this.”

Viren sighed, like Callum was a child and not a 22-year-old man.  “Callum, you and Claudia are a much better match than you and Ms. Burrows.”

“Claudia’s in a relationship, too, you know.”  Callum’s eyes widened a bit, playing it back in his head.  ‘OK, didn’t out her.’

“I’m aware.  I told her to break it off.  It’s unnecessary.”

“What is?  Us being happy?”  

“Happiness is overrated.”

“Says the man who let his wife walk away because he was incapable of taking more time out for her.”

Viren was silent for a moment.  Callum knew it was a low blow, but he didn’t care.  “That was uncalled for.”

“I’m not marrying Claudia. I was planning on proposing to Rayla. The whole reason I came to Scotland for this vacation was to do that.”  Claudia had tagged along to see her own girlfriend, but Callum had barely seen Claudia since they had landed at the airport.

“When are you going to realize there is no future there?”

“You’ve barely said two words to Rayla.  How do you know there is no future there?”

“Because when I called her to tell her the news, she didn’t seem all that upset.”

Callum’s chest constricted. “You called her?”

“Well, someone had to.”

“Before telling me what you’re planning?”

“It’s going to be in all the major newspapers very soon.  Ah. Speak of the devil.  It’s already up.”  Callum turned to his laptop and went to type his name in the search bar.  First result was an announcement that he and Claudia were engaged.  The picture was from this morning and from when he and Claudia had met by chance. She was off for another date and he was going to pick up Rayla’s ring from Ethari.  It made been made with love by one of her fathers who, miraculously, had been alright with the possibility that Rayla might be moving thousands of miles away to live with him.

“I can’t believe you,” Callum hissed.  “You had no right!”  Lightning flashed out of the corner of his eye.  “Tell them you lied.  Does Claudia even know?”

“Not yet.  She’ll be delighted, I’m sure.  You two have always been close.”

“You know what, Viren? You and Claudia need to have a long conversation about what exactly would make her happy.  But I can guarantee, it isn’t me.  If you won’t tell the networks you made a mistake, I will.”

“You will go through with this.  Your father’s campaign-”

“WHAT?!  How will me marrying a potential OLYMPIAN ruin my father’s reputation?  Explain that to me!  She’s smart, worldly, humble, and she’s great at handling people even though she’s not a people person.  What has she done that makes you so sure she would drag my family down?  Because, from where I’m standing, she’s been nothing short of amazing.  My art has only gotten better since she’s become my muse and she’s opened up my mind to so much more than I ever thought was possible.  Ezran has started making more friends since they started having weekly Skype calls.  Dad has started having stronger pro-immigrant and cultural exchange stances since we started dating.  WHAT HAS SHE DONE THAT’S SO WRONG?!”

“She’s not one of us. She’s lower class, her family has nothing-”

“FUCK YOU.  I have tried to respectful to you because you’ve done a lot for our family.  I don’t know what happened to you, Viren, but you are not who you used to be.  And I hope for your sake, and Soren and Claudia’s, you can find who you once were and be that person again.  I am not marrying Claudia.  Good-bye.”  Callum hung-up before Viren could get in another word edgewise.  “Shit.”  Callum sighed for a moment, sitting on the bed.  “I should have stayed with Rayla.  Maybe if I had, when she got that call…  FUCK.” Callum leapt off the bed, grabbing his rental keys and jacket as he ran out the door.  “I’m coming, Rayla.”

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Why can't we be like that?

Wish we could be like that

Rayla walked unsteadily down the street, silent sobs racking her body.  The rain was pelting her and had neither a coat on or was using an umbrella. The streets were empty except for the occasional car.  The rainstorm was keeping everyone inside.  She was probably going to get sick, but she couldn’t be in that apartment.  It was too full of happy, hopeful memories.  Rayla ran a hand down her naked ring finger on her left hand.  She had been so sure Callum was planning on proposing.  ‘Maybe Viren’s talking out his ass?’  

Rayla kept almost calling Callum, to beg him to tell her that this was all part of some sick plot by Viren.  But, her heart would probably give out if he told her it was true.  She wasn’t sure she would survive seeing wedding pictures of Callum with anyone else.  “I just want to hold you….why is that too much to ask?”

“It’s not.”  Rayla almost didn’t hear him over the rain. She turned her head to see Callum, drenched, next to a still running car.  “Ray…”

“Is it true?”

“No.  Viren went ahead and did what he wanted.”  Callum fumbled with his pocket.  “FUCK.  It’s back at the hotel.  I got Ethari to make a ring for you.”  Rayla’s heart stuttered for a beat before pounding in her chest.  “Rayla Burrows, I don’t want anyone else.  I’m so sorry about Viren, but he does not speak for me.” Callum stepped towards her, taking her had.  “I don’t have the ring on me, but would you marry me?  I’ll let you pick out the takeout every night, even awful Chinese, if you let me prove to you that this was just a blip.  I won’t let anyone come between us.”

Rayla looked into his eyes. “Promise?”

“Yes.  I never wanted to keep us a secret and I am so, so sorry I let anyone convince me that it was for the best.  I thought it would be better for you because my childhood was not always a happy one.  The press is cruel and demanding.  But you are the strongest, bravest, most wonderful, beautiful person I’ve ever met. I would be the biggest idiot on the planet if I let you go without begging you for a chance to make this up to you.”

“Yes.”  

“Yeah?”  Callum’s eyes went wide as hope filled them.

“Yeah,” Rayla nodded. She could feel the tears combining with the rain as Callum pulled her into a kiss.  When they finally pulled away, Rayla looked at the car.  “My place?”

“Hotel first.  I want to see that ring on your finger before anyone starts making absurd claims I’m cheating on Claudia.”

“Claudia.  What are we going to do about that?”

“We’ll just call it a misunderstanding.  I’m sure there’s enough video evidence throughout the city that proves we’ve barely interacted since landing.”

“OK.  Take me to this ring you just promised me.”

“My pleasure.”

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‘Yesterday, we announced Callum Evans was engaged to Claudia Nelson, the daughter of his father’s campaign advisor.  This has been proven to be false.  Apparently, Viren Nelson, Claudia’s father, accidentally gave his daughter’s name when delivering the news that Callum was engaged to Rayla Burrows.  Ms. Burrows is a Scottish fencer who is bound for the Olympics.  The two have been in a relationship for two and a half years.  Claudia Nelson is also engaged to her Australian-born, UK-based girlfriend, Zaras Smith.  Congratulations to both happy couples.’

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Paper Rings

au college Sam Winchester x OFC Dani  Word Count: 1300 Tags: none, literally, this is a fluff bomb of cute fluffy love and soft baby Sammy feels, stationery shopping, kisses. *** This one is for the best fanfic reviewer in the whole world, @dawnie1988​. Her request: Fluff. All the fluff. I want to be smothered in it. I’m thinking Sam this time, either canon or canon adjacent Sam or something a little more in the stratosphere of your au ‘Show Me How’ type Sam, dealer’s choice on that one Song Inspiration: Paper Rings by: Taylor Swift *** "There's nothing like a brand new notebook to make you feel like anything is possible, right?" Sam started. Was she talking to him? He turned his head to see a dark haired girl smiling eagerly at him. "It's the best part of a new school year. The new notebooks, the new pens. Even though we're in college now, I still love it." She was looking at him, her dark eyes sparkling, clearly expecting him to say something. "Uh, no." He stammered out. "Oh, yeah, I guess maybe dudes aren't as into that?" Before he could answer, she continued. "Anyway, hi, I'm Dani. I'm so excited to be in this class. Aren't you?"

“No, I mean, yes.” Sam wasn’t usually this flustered. “No, it’s just, my parents weren’t really the ‘back to school’ shopping type. But yes, I’m looking forward to Educational Psychology.” Apparently that answer was enough to encourage Dani.

“Are you going to be a teacher? I am. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. It runs in my family. My grandpa taught high school, and my dad is a professor. Even my mom teaches music. I want to teach Middle School. I feel like those kids just have so much potential, you know? Like, if you catch them there, you can change the course of their lives.”

“Uh, I’m Pre-Law.” Sam was trying to keep up and formulate some kind of response. “I’m Sam.” 

“Nice to meet you, Sam.” Dani flashed him a bright smile and then turned to the front of the room as the professor walked in and called Educational Psychology to order. Sam was relieved to settle into the familiar territory of lecture, reading and taking notes. It was much easier than keeping up with Dani’s endless stream of chatter. 

At the end of the class, he had to hurry to his next one, which he had unwisely scheduled across campus. But the next time he walked into the classroom, there was Dani. She seemed to have been waiting for him, hardly letting him sit down before she launched into a discussion that covered the last class as well as the homework for this class. 

Sam was surprised to discover, in the flow of her words, that she had an astute grasp of the topic. He found himself agreeing with what she had to say, mostly in his head, of course, because she didn’t give him much chance to answer. When the class started, she responded to the professor’s questions with the same kind of enthusiasm - verbose, but knowledgeable. 

From that day, Sam and Dani seemed to fall into easy companionship. They sat side by side in class, they studied together for tests, and they managed to team up for group projects. 

They were friends, nothing more, but Sam treasured it. Dani was everything he was not: confident, chatty, secure in herself. He could tell that she was grounded by the support of her parents, who were present and caring, affirming her and encouraging her interests. It was a sharp contrast to his lost mother and distant father. 

Sam and Dani studied for finals together like they had for everything else. For Educational Psychology, of course, but also for their other classes, sharing study tips and quizzing one another. The library was closing for the night when Sam stretched and looked at her. They had been lost in their books for hours.

“I don’t know about you, but I can only learn so much on an empty stomach. Wanna hit the diner?” Sam stood up and stretched. Dani agreed eagerly. 

Once they were seated at a booth, Sam declared a study-free zone. He was launching into one of his favorite topics, about how brains need time to process, when Dani interrupted.  

“I agree, Sam. No more school work.” She reached out and took his hand. He startled into silence. “Let’s just talk about us.”

As usual, Dani talked the most, saying ten words for every one of his. But the words he did say were honest, heartfelt. She made him feel comfortable enough to tell a little bit of the truth about his life. Dani listened intently, her expressive face displaying every emotion: sadness, confusion, and ultimately, concern. 

“So the day we met, when you said your parents were not really the back to school shopping type, this is what you were talking about?”

“I… guess.” Sam wasn’t used to talking this much about himself. He felt himself get quiet, retreat back inward. He felt like maybe he had shared too much. 

“That’s too bad. You really deserve better, you know?” 

Sam was unsure how to react to such honest caring, so he shrugged. “It is what it is.” He answered dismissively.  He paid for dinner and drove Dani back to her dorm. Like a gentleman, he got out of the car to open her door. 

He was caught off guard when she threw her arms around his neck. Standing on tiptoes, she kissed him. 

Kissing Dani was the easiest thing in the world. Sam already knew her, trusted her. Kissing her felt right. And at the same time-

“Dani, you don’t have to-”

She pulled back, her hands still locked around his neck, to look him full in the face. “Sam Winchester, I don’t do anything because someone thinks I have to. I want to, I want this, I want you.” 

Sam wasn’t used to anyone knowing him, seeing him, much less wanting him. For a long moment he was silent, leaning his forehead against hers without speaking, their lips barely brushing.

“Kiss me once,” she whispered,  “Kiss me twice, I’ve been waiting for this.”

He knew Dani, trusted her, so he let himself get lost in the moment. When she finally pulled away, reluctantly, the only thing he could find to say was, “Thank you.” 

***

Sam and Dani finished at the top of their class in Educational Psychology. That class was the rule rather than the exception. Sam ended the semester with grades that would get him on the Dean’s List and guarantee two more years of scholarships. That was what he needed, to prove himself, to make this work. 

Dani went home to her family, to enjoy the break and celebrate the holidays together. Sam took an overnight bus to the last town Dean had mentioned, and when his brother wasn’t there, he hitch hiked until he found him. 

Dean greeted him with a giant hug. 

“College boy, huh? Hope you’re not too fancy for spaghetti-os and some bad TV reruns with your big brother, huh?” 

“Never.” Sam answered quickly.

*** Sam moved back to college for the spring semester at his earliest chance. He had kept in touch with Dani by text over the break, so he was not surprised when she returned to campus. What did surprise him was her insistence that they go to Target. 

“I need things for my dorm,” she said. But when they got there, she skipped the housewares section entirely and headed straight to the office supplies. 

Sam stood in the aisle between the sharpies and the binders, taking in the color coordinated staplers and stationery. 

“It’s not back to school season, really.” Dani said. “But pick your notebooks.”

Sam shook his head, baffled. “No, I can get what I need at the dollar store.” 

Dani almost stomped her foot. “C’mon Sam. This is my favorite thing, and I want to share it with you.” She took in his expression. “You can have nice things. You deserve this.”

At her urging, he picked up a few notebooks, a folder or two, and then a set of pens. 

She held his hand as they left the store. “See, now that you have new school supplies, don’t you feel like anything is possible? ” 

Sam took her face in both hands and kissed her, right there outside of Target. 

“Wrap your arms around me, baby boy,” she murmured as she sank into his embrace. 

“With you, Dani,” he murmured finally, “You’re the one I want. Yeah, anything is possible.”  *** This one’s unbeta’d so all the mistakes are on me. *** SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho @dawnie1988 @deanwanddamons @defenderrosetyler @divadinag @emoryhemsworth @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @kalesrebellion @kickingitwithkirk @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn   @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting Sam Girl For Life: @awesomesusiebstuff @lilsylvia @winchesterxfamilybusiness​ Gay Screaming: @boondoctorwho​, @cracksinthewalls​, @fookinghelljensensthighs​ @itmighthavebeenintentional​, @justcallmeasmodeus​, @lastactiontricia​ @mskathywriteswords​, @rockhoochie​, @there-must-be-a-lock​, @thoughtslikeaminefield​

[dexfsoul]

Tongue Tied {Johnjaeyong) Pt. 1

Pairing: Taeyong x Johnny x Jaehyun

Summery: In which Jaehyun is planning out how to confess to his best friend and his best friend’s boyfriend that he’s in love with the both of them. Meanwhile the Johntae couple is talking about how crazy it would be if they asked Jaehyun to join their relationship, they’d never do that, haha….unless?

Word Count: 1.9k 

The keys shook in Jaehyun’s hand. One hour until their plane landed. One hour until Jaehyun possibly ruined the greatest friendship he’s ever had, but not saying anything was tearing him apart. One hour until his best friend Johnny and Johnny’s boyfriend, Taeyong, gets back from their vacation to Johnny’s childhood hometown, Chicago. 

Jaehyun was stupid, so stupid, Johnny has just taken Taeyong to his childhood home, they were in love, and Jaehyun was confessing to them for what? He wasn’t expecting them to return the feelings, and he definitely wasn’t hoping for them to break up, he just doesn’t know anymore. Jaehyun unlocked his car before climbing in. He started the car up, but didn’t move anymore after that. He stared straight ahead at his apartment complex unblinkingly. Hopefully they’ll let him down easily, that way his hopes would be crushed, but not enough to shatter him completely. He doesn’t know why he allowed himself to get deluded into thinking they might feel the same anyway; he knew Taeyong’s lingering touches meant nothing and Johnny’s sweet words and soft touches were nothing but friendliness, but Jaehyun’s mind became too clouded with the affection and he not only let his feelings for Johnny grow more, but let new ones form for Taeyong. He must be an attention whore, that’s all there is to it. Jaehyun finally reversed his car out of the parking space and started off in the direction of the airport. He’s not even sure how this all started. He met Johnny in high school and the pair instantly clicked, despite Johnny being two grades above him. People used to joke that they were connected at the hip, they went and did everything together. Jaehyun fell for him the moment the taller boy glanced his way, and his feelings stuck around for the rest of their high school days. Jaehyun ignored it the best he could, but eventually Jaehyun allowed his hopes to get up, his graduation night.

They had decided to skip out on all the parties, Jaehyun was never a big fan of them. (Johnny was, but he’d do anything to make Jaehyun happy, and if skipping out on the biggest party of the year was the way to do it, then so be it.) Instead they spent their night at Jaehyun’s house, building a fort out of cardboard boxes that were supposed to be used to pack up Jaehyun’s stuff for university. They had put on a movie that was quickly forgotten about as the two engaged in conversation. The topic soon went to Johnny blushing while recalling how awkward his first kiss was. 

“It was awful- stop laughing!- I didn’t know I was gay! It’s not my fault!” 

Jaehyun was giggling at Johnny’s story, but turned red once he heard the following sentence. 

“What was your first kiss like?” 

Admitting to his crush that he’d never kissed anyone isn’t the worst thing Jaehyun’s ever done, but it’s definitely on the list. He was in the middle of rambling out an excuse when he was stopped by a pair of lips pressing against his. When Johnny pulled back his face was just as shocked as Jaehyun’s, but he quickly covered it up with a smirk. 

“There, now you’ve had your first kiss, you can stop rambling.” 

They never brought the kiss back up again. That didn’t stop Jaehyun’s mind from wandering back to it every now and then, and he wondered whether Johnny sometimes thought back to it as well. 

Jaehyun, of course, decided to attend the same university as Johnny. They weren’t, however, able to pick their own roommates. Johnny had taken a year off, so while this was supposed to be his third year, it was only his second, and the year before he had gotten paired with a Thai exchange student named Ten. Jaehyun was not looking forward to meeting his roommate. Johnny had gotten lucky with his roommate, but there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t get a crazy person that would try and murder him. 

His worries soon vanished as, he didn’t get a murderer, he got paired with Lee Taeyong, a second year that, like Johnny, had taken a year break. Jaehyun and Taeyong became quick friends, but Taeyong and Johnny became more. Even though Johnny was his crush, Jaehyun couldn’t dislike Taeyong, not when he was so nice, and always tried to include him, and gave nice hugs, and was so, so pretty, and- oh fuck. As if having feelings for your best friend wasn’t bad enough, Jaehyun now had feelings for his best friend’s boyfriend too. He never mentioned his feelings to either of them, but all of their friends they gained along the way caught on, especially Kim Doyoung, who had a ‘put up or shut up’ attitude about the whole thing. 

A whole year of Doyoung telling him to just confess and Jaehyun finally had enough of it, what did he have to lose anyway? His original plan was to confess before they left, but he scrapped that after deciding that possibly ruining their couples vacation before it even started was a bad idea, but he can’t back out now. 

Jaehyun’s heart rate picked up as he parked at the airport. His hands shook as he closed the door and locked the car, almost dropping his keys in the process. He spotted Taeyong’s pastel pink hair immediately upon entering the building. Taeyong and Johnny both broke into grins once they saw him and began running over to him. Well, here goes nothing. 

~*~ 

Taeyong was surprisingly not tired even after twelve hours in a plane. 

“Only one hour left,” He grinned. 

Johnny only nodded in response, mind foggy with sleep. 

“So,” Taeyong hummed, snuggling his head against Johnny’s shoulder. “That friend of your’s, Noah, that relationship he’s in with two girlfriends, that’s interesting.” 

Taeyong had been trying to think of a way to bring up that type of relationship for awhile now, it just so happens that Johnny's friend was the perfect lead-up.

Johnny adjusted slightly so that he was facing his boyfriend and lifted an eyebrow, “Is there something wrong with it?” 

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” Taeyong explained, “I think it’s really interesting, the dynamics of it and all.” 

Johnny smiled slightly, “Are you trying to tell me you wanna try it out?” 

Taeyong crinkled his nose, pretending to be deep in thought, “I don’t know, maybe if we met the right person.” 

“Ah,” Johnny teased, “So you don’t have someone in mind?” 

“I don’t know,” Taeyong mumbled, “Okay, if we had to pick one of our friends, who would it be?” 

“Are you asking me which of our friends I would willingly fuck?” 

“Yes.” 

Johnny burst out into laughter, “That’s a tough one.” 

“No it’s not,” Taeyong scoffed playfully. 

“Oh, so you think you know which of our friends I’d want to be in a polygamous relationship with?” 

“Well, yeah, Jaehyun.” 

Way to be subtle, Tae.

Johnny’s smirk fell, his cheeks dusting over with pink. He furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled nervously. 

“Why him? Jaehyun’s my best friend.” 

Taeyong sighed, and leaned back against his seat, throwing his hands around to further his point, “Cause, you know.” 

Johnny shook his head, “No, I don’t.” 

“Johnny, come on,” Taeyong grinned lazily. 

“What?” Johnny asked defensively. 

“You think I’m not aware that you’ve had feelings for him the entire time we’ve been dating?” 

Johnny’s hands went ice cold. He couldn’t deny that Jaehyun held a piece of him, but he loved Taeyong. He loved Taeyong so much, and it’s not like he ever had a chance with Jaehyun in the first place. 

“I can’t um-” Johnny stumbled over his words, playing with Taeyong’s slender fingers. “You don’t deserve to be lied to, so yes, I do feel something for Jaehyun, but I love you, and if in some strange other dimension, Jaehyun felt the same towards me, it’d still be you, I’d choose you.” 

Taeyong took the opportunity being handed to him and inhaled deeply, grabbing Johnny’s hand in his own, “Who said you’d have to choose?” 

“What?” 

“What I’m trying to say,” Taeyong started, his nerves jumping about, “is that I’m not mad at you for having feelings for him, because how couldn’t you?” 

Johnny expression formed into one of understanding and relief. 

“Jaehyun, he’s- he’s something else,” Taeyong sighed, gazing down with eyes filled with adoration, “I fell for him the moment he walked into the room, and when you visited later that day, I knew I was fucked ‘cause the same happened with you. I was crazy about the both of you, and when you asked me out I thought my feelings for Jaehyun would fade, but they never did. Yours didn’t either, huh?” 

Johnny shook his head, “No, they didn’t.” 

“Well, we’re both fucked then,” Taeyong giggled. 

Johnny grinned in response, “I guess so.” 

“Unless,” Taeyong had that look on his face that meant he had a plan. 

“Oh boy,” Johnny groaned. 

“We could ask him to join us?” 

“And if he says no?” Johnny quirked an eyebrow. 

“Then we pretend it never happened,” Taeyong said determinedly, crossing his arms across his chest proudly. 

“This is a bad idea,” Johnny mumbled, "Isn't it too sudden?"

“Maybe,” Taeyong agreed, “but what do we have to lose?” 

“Jaehyun,” Johnny answered. 

Just then the plane’s signal went off saying they were about to land. 

“Jaehyun’s not like that, he wouldn’t ditch us over something like this. Plus, I know he at least likes you,” Taeyong spoke, a tinge of jealousy lacing his voice. 

“Yeah right,” Johnny rolled his eyes, “He’s more likely to like you. Have you seen the way he acts whenever you touch him?” 

“He acts that way when you touch him too!” Taeyong exclaimed. 

“Doubt it,” Johnny mumbled. 

They didn’t get the chance to continue the argument as the plane had already landed. After gathering their suitcases, the pair made their way to the front where they were supposed to meet up with Jaehyun, who would be their ride home. 

“We should ask him today,” Taeyong suddenly spoke up. 

“Tae,” Johnny sighed. 

“Come on, it’s perfect. A confession after a separation.” 

Johnny rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s dramatics. 

“Plus, if it goes wrong, we can leave with the excuse of ‘we’re tired’.” 

“You’ve got a point there,” Johnny agreed, “Fine, today, but you better hope this doesn’t go wrong.” 

“It won’t, I can feel it,” Taeyong reassured. 

Taeyong turned and excitedly tugged on Johnny’s sleeve. The couple broke out into grins upon seeing their third and quickly sprinted towards him. Johnny watched Taeyong practically knock Jaehyun over with the impact of his hug, so he just settled for going behind the pair and hugging the both of them. 

“Finally,” Taeyong grinned, “We missed our boy, you’re gonna have to come on the next vacation with us or we might die.” 

Luckily the subtle flirting wasn’t unusual for Taeyong, so Jaehyun just brushed it off with a giggle. 

“Whatever, stop with the dramatics.” 

Jaehyun released Taeyong, forcing the latter to let go of his death grip on the younger. Johnny let go of Taeyong, but stayed in place with his arms around Jaehyun’s waist. He bent over enough to rest his chin on Jaehyun’s shoulder. Jaehyun’s heart was malfunctioning. The pair were being extra clingy with him today, maybe distance does make the heart grow fonder? 

“I’m starving, can we get something to eat before we go home?” Taeyong pouted, giving Jaehyun his best puppy eyes. 

Before Jaehyun could respond, Johnny had cut him off.

“Tae, I’m tired,” The taller male groaned. 

“But-” Taeyong started. 

“How about,” Jaehyun cut the boy off before the couple started bickering, “I quickly pick up some takeout on the way, that way Tae can get his food, and Johnny can nap on the ride home?” 

“Okay!” Taeyong quickly agreed and Johnny nodded in agreement, snuggling further into Jaehyun’s shoulder. 

“Let’s go,” Jaehyun spoke softly, running his fingers through Johnny’s brown hair. 

Johnny reluctantly let go of Jaehyun and grabbed a hold of his bags. Taeyong shot him a quick wink. Well, here goes nothing. 

Part 2 

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Royal Growing Pains - Chapter Five

A/N: I hope that everyone reading this has an okay holiday season. If your parents aren't accepting, know that I accept you and your identity, and I wish you the best for the new year. <3

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, sympathetic Deceit

Royal Growing Pains Tag

Damien and Roman went their separate ways to get cleaned up. Roman went through hallway after hallway just under the speed of a run so he could avoid his mother coming after him. When he got to his room, he quickly picked out a plain white and grey pantsuit and took it with him two doors down to the shower.

He undid the braid in his hair and stripped to get in the shower, determinedly not looking in the mirror to try and avoid dysphoria as much as possible. He washed the paint off as quickly as he could, which wasn’t very quick. He dried himself off and was relieved when he could put clothes on, even if they were clothes that were made to accentuate his curves and his butt. Why did pantsuits have to go out of their way to make people look sexy? Not that he didn’t mind looking sexy, but he’d rather look masculine sexy than feminine sexy.

He walked out of the bathroom to find his mother waiting for him and he sighed. “What now, Mother?” he asked. “I’m putting my clothes away to be washed, I admitted I was wrong for participating in a paint fight, what more do you want from me?”

“You must behave ladylike, Veronica,” his mother hissed. “You are not a man, you must act like it!”

“Anyone can enjoy art, Mother,” Roman said. “Anyone can get caught up in emotions. What, are you worried Damien will find out about my being transgender and call off the wedding? Are you worried your perfect little plan is about to be foiled?”

“You are not a ‘transgender’ Veronica!” his mother hissed at him. “You must realize that sooner rather than later!”

“Why?” Roman challenged. “Why do I have to ‘realize’ something that is simply a lie?! I’m following your instructions, Mother! What more could you possibly want?! You can’t simply change my mind about who I am!”

His mother got in his personal space and he flinched, expecting a slap that never came. “If you don’t stop this silly charade and snap out of this delusion, then the Byron’s might very well have you committed!”

“That would be better than this,” Roman spat. “Because the doctors would actually listen to me!”

His mother growled and Roman just stared her down. Footsteps came up from behind him. “Is there a problem, Your Majesty?” Damien asked.

“No,” his mother bit. “Just talking with Veronica about family matters.”

“Ah,” Damien said, walking up to stand next to Roman. “I hope nothing serious is the matter at home?”

“No,” Roman said. “Nothing is the matter.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” his mother said.

“Remus is fine, Father is fine, I’m fine, the only one who seems to have a problem right now is you, Mother!” Roman shook his head. “I don’t understand how you can be so distressed by something that you yourself planned!”

Damien’s arm snaked around Roman’s waist and Roman tried to not be too obviously surprised. “Second thoughts about the wedding, Your Majesty?”

“No,” Roman’s mother said stiffly. “Veronica’s...confusion seems to be a bit more pervasive than I thought.”

“She seems of perfectly sound mind to me,” Damien said simply. “Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”

“No,” Roman said. “You know everything I know. Why my mother is upset is a mystery to me.”

His mother glared at him but Roman just shrugged. “I’m fine, Mother. No need to worry.”

“I was hoping to talk to you, Your Highness,” Damien said. “About some things concerning the wedding. More specifically, the tailor coming in to take your measurements after dinner.”

“Oh,” Roman said simply. “Let me take my clothes back to my room and we can talk? Does my mother need to be in attendance?”

“Actually, I was hoping we could talk privately,” Damien said. “Nothing too risqué, just what you should expect from our tailor. And why it may be a good idea to stick to something...ah...non-provocative.”

Roman felt dread build in his stomach. “The tailor wouldn’t try anything, would he?”

“Goodness, no,” Damien assured. “He would, however, tell you exactly why your cup size is wrong, whether or not lace looks good on your body, and what color lingerie you should choose whenever you’re trying to impress a man, which is to say impress me. He’s...mischievous. If you wear something modest he’s less likely to go into all those details. It’s not a one-hundred percent guarantee, but it does increase your odds of being spared those awkward moments.”

“Why would this need to be discussed in private?” Roman asked.

“Well, I have a tendency to wander into anecdotes, and I really don’t feel like giving Her Majesty an in-depth description of Remy’s advice on what type of jockstrap I should invest in.”

Roman’s mother went red and Roman snickered. “Oh, dear. Yeah, I don’t think I would be interested in that either, however, so I think your simplified explanation here would suffice.”

“And here I was hoping for an excuse to talk to you alone,” Damien said, snapping his fingers and scuffing his feet on the floor.

Roman laughed. “You could just ask, Your Highness.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” Damien asked with a smirk.

Roman laughed. “You are funny, Your Highness, I’ll give you that. How about I put my clothes in my room and then we can talk?”

“Sounds perfect,” Damien said.

Roman put the clothes away quickly, but not quickly enough. When he came back out, his mother was interrogating Damien quietly, no doubt asking him about if Roman had said anything out of the ordinary. “Your Majesty, I can assure you I would tell you if anything untoward were occurring. Everything is perfectly fine.”

Roman’s mother looked like she didn’t quite believe Damien. “You didn’t strike me as the mischievous type and then I walk outside today and you have my daughter covered in paint. Forgive me if I don’t trust you right away.”

“Mother!” Roman sighed as he walked over. “Damien is fine. We both were goofing off, that’s how the paint got everywhere. Don’t tell the man who you picked out for me to marry that you don’t trust him! That doesn’t come across very well.”

His mother glared at him. “I’m merely warning him about what I expect to see from him,” she said. “After all, I can’t have you marry just anyone.”

Roman glanced at Damien, who looked decidedly unimpressed his mother. “But Damien isn’t ‘just anyone,’” he pointed out. “After all, you said yourself that he’d treat me ‘like the princess I am.’ What could he possibly do to lose the trust you put in him?”

Damien flinched at the princess comment, but Roman’s mother failed to notice. She simply snarled and said, “Don’t backtalk me, young lady.”

Roman took in a sharp breath and grinned. “Hoo, boy, okay. There are so many things wrong with that statement I don’t know where to start.”

“Um. Ladies?” Damien asked. “Might we be able to drop this conversation? Preferably before a shouting match starts?”

Roman cringed. “Sorry, Your Highness. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Damien shrugged. “It’s not a big deal, my dear. I just don’t want any bad blood brewing.”

Roman sent Damien a look that roughly equated to It’s a bit late for that. He crossed his arms and said, “So, do you still want to talk to me?”

“Yes, actually,” Damien said.

Roman’s mother cut in. “I need to speak to both of you before dinner tonight, so how about we find some place to sit down and I’ll tell you what you need to know. Then you can be left to your own devices before dinner.”

“Why do we need to talk before dinner?” Roman asked.

His mother sent him a look. “Because one of our ambassadors knows about your little stunt back at home. You know which one and who. And we need to clear the air before she shows up.”

“Little...stunt?” Damien asked.

“I can explain further when we’re in private,” his mother said.

Damien shot Roman a nervous look but walked down the halls until they were in a small alcove in one of the corners of the castle. It was small, with only a sofa and two chairs, but the evening light streaming in through the windows and the light cream paint on the walls made it seem bigger than it actually was.

Damien took a seat on the sofa and Roman sat down next to him, giving him a good amount of personal space. Roman’s mother sat down in one of the chairs. “So this stunt,” his mother began, “Is part of the reason why Veronica is here. She got it into her head that she was somehow a man. Wanted to choose a different name, be addressed as a prince, and nearly cut off her gorgeous hair.”

Roman was amazed by Damien’s poker face. He didn’t give a single thing away. “I don’t understand why that would be a stunt,” he said.

“Well, her father and I talked to everyone in the castle about it and with enough pressing on her brother, it came to light that some of her online...‘friends’ convinced her to prank everyone by claiming she was a transgender. And her father and I realized that we had been giving her far too much leeway, if she thought that those sorts of pranks were all right. I mean, being gay and the like is a very serious matter,” his mother continued. Roman’s hands were balled into white-knuckled fists. “And we discussed it, and agreed that if she were to get married, she would be forced to drop this elaborate charade she had going on. As it was, she refused to be acknowledged as anything but a man, even after we found out about the fact that it was a prank.”

Damien looked at Roman’s mother and simply said, “I see.” He turned to Roman. “I assume that might be why your mother and yourself have been at odds while you’ve been here?”

“It wasn’t a prank,” Roman said, hands shaking. “It wasn’t.”

“But...you are going by Veronica, now,” Damien said.

“At my mother’s insistence,” Roman huffed. “She thinks that I’m crazy, and malicious, and trying to make light out of a very serious ‘condition.’ And she didn’t tell you or your parents right away because she had hoped that no one who knew about this would come to the castle. I assure you that the only reason you are hearing about it now is because of this particular ambassador being at dinner tonight. She doesn’t want questions being asked, even if they deserve to be asked.”

“Oh,” Damien said. “I’m...still afraid I don’t understand. Are you a man, then?”

Roman’s mother stiffened. “It was all a prank!” she insisted. “Veronica simply doesn’t want to admit that she had been found out!”

“It wasn’t a prank,” Roman snarled. “It was a plan to get my hair cut short again. I hate it long. It was a plan to get myself to feel more comfortable in my skin. I hate being referred to as a princess. It was a plan to...to actually feel loved, for once.” Roman swiped at the frustrated tears coming to his eyes. “Because I don’t feel any love as Veronica.”

Damien blinked, grabbing Roman’s hands in his own. “Believe me my dear,” he said earnestly, “When I say that I will love you no matter what.”

“Veronica,” his mother prompted. “You will always have people who love you. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not in order to be loved.”

“Then why can’t I be a man?!” Roman snapped. “If I will be loved no matter who I am, why can’t I be a man?!”

“If you are transgender, my dear, that is perfectly fine,” Damien said. “But according to your mother, that is not your identity. And I, for one, am willing to show you that you can be loved no matter who you are. I want to prove to you that you are worth love. Just as you are.”

“And beyond that, Veronica, Damien is a man,” his mother said. “He cannot just simply marry another man.”

It took all of Roman’s willpower to not laugh in his mother’s face at that statement. Instead, fury was coursing through his veins. “You’re not listening to me!” he exclaimed. “Either of you! You’re not listening to what I want! I want to be a man! I want my hair short, I want to wear suits, not dresses, and I want to be a prince! Wanting that makes me transgender!” He hated the look of shock and hurt on Damien’s face as Roman stood, but Roman couldn’t have Damien getting in trouble just yet. “Why can’t you understand that what I want changes my identity?! You wanting me to be a woman doesn’t affect me or how I identify! I am transgender! I am a man!” He sniffled, backing out of the alcove. “I am a man! And until you can see that, Mother, I don’t want to speak to you!”

He ran out of the room, down the halls until he was convinced his mother wouldn’t come after him. He slowed to a walk, shaking his head and trying to not cry. He was so frustrated with himself. He couldn’t even let his mom lie to Damien when Damien knew full well what the truth was. He couldn’t sit back and take it like a man when his mother came swinging at him. Even if he was going to be fitted for a suit for the wedding. Even if he was going to get his hair cut to his liking. Even if he was going to be safe with Damien at the end of the week, he couldn’t stand to be deadnamed and misgendered for however long he was around his mother.

Damien jogged up to him and sighed. “You know, Roman,” he drawled. “I’m sure this would be easier to hide if you didn’t shout from the rooftops that you’re trans. As it was, I had to convince your mother to let me come after you alone. She was convinced that I was convinced of your ‘story.’”

“It might be easier for you,” Roman spat. “But it physically pains me when she uses my deadname against me.”

Damien sighed. “You’re right, that was...insensitive,” he said softly. “My apologies.”

Roman shook his head and swiped at his eyes. “I’m tired, Damien,” he admitted. “I’m so tired.”

“I understand why,” Damien said. “I wish I could whisk you away from your mother tonight and we could just run for the hills. But I have a duty to the country, and your face is pretty remarkable; it would be hard for anyone to not recognize you, even with your hair cut short and your chest bound.”

Roman sighed. “I don’t want to keep doing this, Damien,” he said. “I don’t. I want to jump off the cliff behind the castle and just...not be. But if I do that, when they find my body they’ll bury me in a dress and my tombstone would have my deadname. And I can’t have that.”

Damien shrugged. “Am I not a good enough reason to hang around?” he asked with a weak smile.

Roman laughed. “I try to not depend on people to live,” he said. “Because in all honesty I don’t think that tends to end well. For anyone.”

“You’re smarter than I am, then,” Damien said. “Because my list of reasons to keep this up are purely based on my parents and yourself. I want them to know I learned what is right and wrong from them and I want you to be safe.”

Roman shrugged. “You can have people on your list, but they shouldn’t be the sole reason, is what I’m saying. You said yourself that you know what’s right and what’s wrong. And this falls under that. Your moral code is a good reason to do something. And what’s more, it’s not people-based.”

Damien sniffed a single laugh and nodded. “I suppose you’re right,” he acknowledged.

They stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning to look at each other. “Sorry about yelling at you,” Roman said. “I didn’t want you on the hook, because if I only yelled at my mother she would suspect that something was going on.”

“I understand,” Damien said, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the floor. “It hurt, but it was for my safety. Although it gives me a small glimpse into what you have to deal with, Roman, and I must say I’m not fond of it.”

Roman kept crying, and he muffled a sob with his fist. Damien tutted and hugged Roman fiercely. “I’m so sorry,” he breathed. “I’m so, so sorry that you have to deal with this.”

“It’s hard,” Roman said. “It’s too hard. I can’t...I can’t do it!”

“You can,” Damien assured. “It will hurt like hell, but you can get through it. And I’ll be right there for you if you need it.”

Roman sniffled. “Thank you,” he breathed.

They took a step apart as footsteps approached and a man wearing a simple black polo shirt and a tie came into view. “Your Highness,” the man said to Damien. “I believe your parents were looking for you.”

Damien winced. “Great,” he muttered. He turned to Roman. “Are you going to be fine on your own, Roman?”

“Not if my mother finds me,” Roman said.

Damien nodded. “Okay. Would having someone with you help?”

“Maybe a little,” Roman said with a shrug.

“Logan, would you mind keeping Roman company until dinner, seeing as how I’ll be preoccupied? His mother is not the most accepting sort and I want to make sure that he’ll be all right.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” Logan said with a nod. “I anticipate I could take Roman to the library and hide away there, or perhaps smuggle him into the kitchen.”

Damien smiled. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan nodded and said, “I went over your essay this morning, and it was acceptable. I expect your annotated bibliographies to be a little more thorough in the future, however.”

Damien groaned and scratched the back of his neck again. “My brain gets fried when it comes to those,” he admitted. “But I will try. Where are my parents?”

“Greeting guests who are arriving for the dinner,” Logan said. “I would expect them in the entryway.”

Damien nodded and gave Roman’s hand a squeeze. “I must talk to my parents, but Logan knows every inch of this castle, he can keep you hidden away from your mother until dinner.”

Roman nodded and let Damien leave, although he felt a pang in his chest as the first person to respect his pronouns and name in this castle left him. Logan looked Roman over and offered him a small smile. “You’re quite the dashing prince, Roman.”

Roman offered Logan a hesitant smile. “Thank you,” he mumbled. “Most people wouldn’t say so.”

“Most people would be blind, then,” Logan said with a small smile.

Roman laughed and played with his hair, undoing his braid and redoing it. “You know I’m to be married in a week?”

Logan laughed. “Yes, I am aware. Does not mean I cannot appreciate a natural beauty when I see one.”

Roman turned red and playfully shoved Logan. “Shut up,” he hissed. “I do not want to be bright red at dinner.”

Logan just offered Roman another smile. “If you are that affected by a simple compliment, Roman, you clearly have been deprived of people being honest about your beauty for far too long.”

“Stop!” Roman laughed. “I have been complimented before, but rarely has it been with my preferred gender descriptors in mind.”

Logan nodded. “I see,” he said. “Well, I suppose we must work to rectify that. If you wish, we can hide from your mother in the kitchen? Patton is an excellent cook and he’ll likely allow us samples if we ask nicely.”

“Sounds like fun,” Roman said.

“Excellent,” Logan gestured down the hallway. “Let’s go, I’ll show you the way.”

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[almasidaliano]

Almasi for President

so in about 12 to 16 years, i am running for president. i do not believe the world will have ended then, though i do believe things will be different. hoping for better, not, not expecting worse. our system is broken. all of the systems are broken. the government is corrupt. the justice system is corrupt. those in charge are turning blind eyes, covering things up, and allowing the fall of our country. i will not be surprised if a civil war commences; although i'm also thinking they are going to really create and push for a purge. we are in real trouble then. that just goes back to what i said, are you standing for something or dying for nothing?

people were excited for biden to win. and i have to say, i was not one of them. biden seems like another puppet to me. obama was a puppet. he was his vp. crazy how biden is president and he has a black female vp now. that sounds like a win huh? wrong, she contributed to the failed prosecution of the officers who murdered Oscar Grant. that went over everyone's head during the election though. trump was just so bad had to get him out. biden is anti LGBTQ+. everyone wanted to put it on trump folks getting rowdy and such however, biden won and nothing changed.

trump's slogan was "make america great again." personally, i think he could have. trump's a businessman and to say the least, entertainment. they gave trump four years, why do you think they didn't renew his contract? because he was playing them. trump is a classist. he doesn't like poor people. personally, i think he just believes hardwork pays off, his did and so he just holds everyone to the standard he held himself. there are circumstances, however i think that's fair. he said all this racist shit everyone got mad. yet, he won by a landslide because the country said they would still rather this "bigoted, racist, sexist, classist asshole" than a woman. then the country complained the whole time. he exposed america and instead of society shining light and doing something they continued to do what we have been doing; pointing blame.

the system has failed us. the system failed us a long time ago. all trump did was present a call to action. the one thing i can give rednecks is they patriotic as fuck. they want the america they invision type shit. i feel like melanated people in general struggle with that because america never felt like home. america never wanted us here. but the fact of the matter is, this all we know. this is home now. there are 3 real options. 1. go back to where your bloodline stems. 2. sit and conform, hope they dont get you. 3. defend your rights, your home, and your people; come out on top or die trying. you have to pick something though. we have to do something because they those set to protect us are out to get us.

we do not have a democratic government not even a representative democracy like we once thought. sorry if you were today years old when you found out. we operate out of a republic; a constitutional federal republic. what's the difference? in a democracy, all that voting that we do, matters.  even if it was a representative democracy. we would have representatives to disclose our decisions. the electoral college makes final decisions on elections.

a constitutional federal republic means that the constitution which is the law of the land governs the land. if this is the law of the land, why do we have sub laws? the constitution needs to be amended. want to fix the race and inequality issues? let me tell you how, real easy fix. call a convention. take out any amendment that gives rights to people AND reword the beginning anyway folks see fit so that women and americans from all ethnic backgrounds get the same level of respect and rights. there will always be an unspoken division until things like that are rectified. before black people got rights we were not even counted as complete people, simply 3/5s of a person. life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. these are unalienable rights. my very existence guarantees me these rights.

the judicial system coupled with the criminal law system are hopeful, and still in need of reform. prisons are privately owned institutions, which are supposed to be forms of rehabilitation. instead, they are condemning people and treating them inhumanely; creating the same environment they were in on the outside, on in the inside conditioning them to be stuck in these ways as means of survival and then continue to place blame on them. officers need to take crimes more seriously. people are people, bias, prejudices, and profiling have no place in the workplace. officers are corrupt, arresting kids for selling, who just are trying to help their mother with the bills, then turning around and selling it back out on the streets. officers are wrongfully convictind and killing predominately (as far as the media is broadcasting) though not only melanated people. on top of that, they are walking free. lives are being lost and they arent even losing their jobs. tax dollars are going towards keeping them safe. however, if a civilian shoots a cop. up the river for them.

lawyers aren't fighting hard enough. especially defense attorneys. it is fairly simple to get a conviction with the right information, proving innocence is always a bit more complicated. the problem is that attorneys get too big eyed. they looking at how to get their clients off, accountability is another taboo in this society. there are a multitude of people who are innocent behind bars, as well as those who received heinous outrageous sentences. that is not right.

people factor more than necessary when trying to make a decision, yet they ignore the things that remind them a person is human. its this art contest over who can paint the best picture of the defendant. which story is easy for a jurors bias to sway? how people look matters. and it shouldn't. our government since the building of america, has created dividing markers.

just like with royal kingdoms, the wife couldn't have things of her own. her role was cleaning, cooking, taking care of the kids, and whatever else was asked of her. if there was a divorce, the woman got nothing. they had no rights. imagine being the first born as a female in a royal family and being told you can't have your kingdom, correction you can but you must marry to get it. then if you get married the new king running things not you. what is that? its called patriarchy. our government is run off a patriarchy as well.

so i never really believed there could be like a true separation of church and state because every law and decision made was based on people's morals and beliefs. there is supposed to be a separation of church and state yet, due to people's religious beliefs gay marriage had to get legalized, despite there being no law for heterosexual marriage. would that not make it illegal? since gay marriage had to be legalized though there was not a law for it either? then on top of that, how do you make it a law, and still for religious reasons, ministers and such can refuse? there are always stipulations and hinderances for the rights of those who are not white men.

ABORTION: i really do not know why we are still having this conversation. its literally conversations like this that have me looking at americans like--- seriously? once again there should be a separation of church and state. so religion cannot be a reason to outlaw it. how can you put out a law that dictates what someone can do with their body? all of life, i mean every part of life should be pro-choice. its just that simple. Pro-Choice. i am all for the right to decide for yourself. and men want to feel a way about women making that decision on their own. and while i do stand behind the fact that ultimately it is the womans decision, that does not mean she can't listen to an opinion. it is a part of the woman, literally grows inside of her an entire being. and fathers can just dip out and folks will just look at the mom and suddenly she should just become super woman. the pressure that comes with having a child is enough on its own. like thats a being that is dependent on you. some people are honest with themselves and know they arent ready or dont want it. all they need is support. the mental toll life takes on us is huge as well. still people do not consider that at all.

there is no point of incarcerating people, if they have still lost a chance at a decent life once they get out. jail is for rehabilitation. they go, do their time and then they are supposed to be allowed to try again. our government knows nothing of redemption, that's why all the top leaders go through so much to hide their dirt. they crucify civilians trying to make themselves seem superior, really they are just like you and i. almasi for president. im going to save the world.

-Almasi

[tired-college-student-writing]

There! Right There!

Summary-College is full of regrets and embarrassments for almost everyone. Matt was certain he left his greatest embarrassment in the past only for it to come back to haunt him. Foggy couldn't be more ecstatic.

_______________________________________

Matt heard the pounding steps coming down the street before Foggy even reached the block, only the laughter he heard bubbling from the man-made him not worry about any potential danger.

“HOLY SHIT, MATT GUESS WHAT?!”

Karen spilled the entire pitcher of coffee at Foggy's arrival as he slammed the door open on the floor and Matt just raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

“Lewicki’s trail.”

“We swore we’d never speak of that while sober,” Matt snapped, mind rushing through the reasons that this could be relevant so many years after they finished law school.

“Well go find some alcohol then,” Foggy cackled, “Cause apparently one of the freshmen recorded it and it’s on YouTube.”

Matt felt his eyes go pink, “You’re joking,”

“Nope, and guess who found it and sent it to me?”

“Marci?”

“Marci, but Isaac sent it to her.”

“That entire day haunts me.”

Karen finally looked up from where she was dabbing at the coffee stain with a towel, “What’s the Lewicki trial?”

“The greatest day of my life,” Foggy sighed, at the same time Matt answered, “A nightmare.”

Foggy snorted, as he stole Karen's chair and began typing on the computer, “Basically it was a mock trial we did as L3s that some prelaws had come to observe. Marci and our friends, Sadia, Steven, Micah, and Isaac were on defense for Taylor, with Marci’s roommate Elizabeth acting as judge, Matt was playing the witness for the day and I was on Jury duty. Well, the week before we got hammered and hatched a plan that was the single most talked about event for the rest of the year. Still surprised we didn’t get expelled for pulling that in Irving’s class. The woman was a demon.”

Matt grimaced, “Instead we only dealt with social mockery.”

Foggy rolled his eyes, “Leave the dramatics for the muggers you ninja into the pavement. Right now I need to show this to Karen

The camera panned around the mock courtroom, Matt sat in the witness stand, maroon shirt unbuttoned a few buttons under his jacket before he moved to take it off, Maric walking by and dropping something before scuttling off towards the defendant's side of the courtroom.

Marci scowled on camera, as words to quiet too be heard on camera were said to her, before she glared at the boy to tall blonde boy, Isaac, Foggy whispered and opened her mouth while pointing at Matt.  

“There! Right There!

Look at that tan, that tinted skin

Look at the killer shape he's in

Look at that slightly stubbly chin

Oh please, he's gay, totally gay!”

“No…” Karen breathed as the whole scene on-screen fell silent for a second.

“Oh yes,” Foggy whispered as Isaac scoffed, over the mumbles bubbling around the courtroom.

“I'm not about to celebrate

Every trait could indicate the straight expatriate.

This guy's not gay, I say not gay”

The entire room was basically holding back laughter at this point as they all stared at Matt who was chatting to Elizabeth like he couldn’t hear the loud singing from ten feet away as they began singing in chorus.

“That is the elephant in the room

Well, is it relevant to assume

that a man who wears perfume

is automatically matically fay?”

The short Asian boy, (Steven, Matt identified as he covered face with a groan) took over, “But look at his coiffed and crispy locks,”

Marci smirked, and added as Matt leaned back in his chair and propped up his feet on the barrier, “Look at his silk translucent socks.”

Isaac just frowned, “ There's the eternal paradox

Look what we're seeing,”

Marci’s face fell, “What are we seeing?”

“Is he gay?”

“Of course he's gay!”

Isaac finished as if Marci hadn’t interrupted him, “Or European?”

The group froze as the onlookers hooted with laughter before they shushed themselves as the next lines came up

“ohhhhhh

Gay or European?

It's hard to guarantee

Is he gay or European?”

The singers turned to the bald boy with glasses, Micah only for him to throw up his hands, “Well, hey don't look at me!”

Sadia, he girl wearing a pretty green hijab, hummed, rubbing her chin, “You see they bring their boys up different

in those charming foreign ports

They play peculiar sports.”

All nodded, joining in, “In shiny shirts and tiny shorts

Gay or foreign fella?

The answer could take weeks

They will say things like "ciao Bella"

while they kiss you on both cheeks”

Marci huffed, falling back in her seat, “Oh please!”

“Gay or European?

So many shades of gray,”

“Depending on the time of day

The French go either way,” Micah interjected with a smirk only to receive a death glare from his fellow singers

(All)

“Is he gay or European?

Or-”

The tiny girl with razor-sharp eyes broke in, Taylor, glaring at Matt who was sending a coy grin at Elizabeth as she laughed, “There! Right There!

Look at that condescending smirk

Seen it on every guy at work

That is a metro-hetero jerk

That guy's not gay, I say no way!”

The group groaned,

“That is the elephant in the room

Well is it relevant to presume

that a hottie in that costume,”

Matt had turned to his other side and was chatting up the male bailiff, rubbing his forearm with a dopey grin causing Marci to lean forward with a feral grin, “Is automatically, radically-”

Isacc stood up, “Ironically, cronically-”

Sadia looked ready to stand up and cheer, “Scurtinly, curtainly,”

Micah was next, “Genetically, netically,”

Giant grins grew on their faces as they all cheered, “Gay!

Officially Gay!

Officially Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay!”

Suddenly Matt turned around and grabbed the tall blonde girl’s hand who was acting as a court recorder and pressed a soft kiss to it causing the singers to let out a frustrated “DAMMIT!”

“Gay or European?”

Isaac flopped back in his chair, glaring enviously at Matt, “So stylish and relaxed.”

The group joined in, “Is he gay or European?”

Matt stretched allowing his chest to peak through his unbuttoned shirt more drawing an indignant look from the blond, “I think his chest is waxed,”

Sadia sighed, dropping her chin down on to her hand, “But they bring their boys up different there

It's culturally diverse

It's not a fashion curse,”

The group nodded in agreement, “If he wears a kilt or bears a purse

Gay or just exotic?

I still can't crack the code,”

Marci sighed wrinkling her nose, “Yeah, his accent is hypnotic

but his shoes are pointy-toed.”

“Huh

Gay or European?

So many shades of gray,”

Elizabeth looked over at them a gave a wink shielding her mouth with a hand as if sharing a secret, “But if he turns out straight

I'm free at 8 on Saturday.”

The group sunk lower in their seats, “Is he gay or European?

Gay or European?

Gay or Euro-”

Steven stood up so suddenly he knocked over his chair, “Wait a minute!

Give me a chance to crack this guy

I have an idea I'd like to try,”

Isaac waved him forward, “The floor is yours,”

Swiftly Steven walked across the floor were Matt had just retaken his seat and began his questioning, “ So Mr. Murdock...

This alleged affair with Ms. Oliver

has been going on for...?”

Matt looked at him with a raised brow, an air of boredom permeating the room even over the snickers, “Two years,”

“And your first name again is...?”

This earned an eye roll that was visible even behind his glasses, “Matthew.”

A small smirk formed on Steven’s face, “And your boyfriend's name is...?

“Foggy,” was the immediate response before Matt suddenly coughed and waved his hand frantically at Steven as the whole courtroom gasped, “I'm sorry! I misunderstand. You say, boyfriend. I thought you say best friend. Foggy is my best friend,”

“You bastard!”

The camera whipped around to see Foggy standing in the middle of the aisle with fury blazing in his eyes, “You lying bastard!

That's it

I no cover for you, no more!”

He turned to the room and raised his voice, “Peoples!

I have a big announcement.”

There was a second of pause as his face turned into a massive grin, “This man is gay and European!”

“WOAH!” The defense cried in glee as Foggy turned back to Matt.

“And neither is disgrace

You've got to stop your being

a completely closet case,” He announced clapping on each c.

He sauntered up towards Matt, addressing the room again, “No matter what he say

I swear he never ever ever swing the other way.”

He glared at his roommate who was growing increasingly panicked, “You are so gay

You big parfait!

You flaming one man cabaret!”

Matt glared at him as Foggy stood in front of him, “I'm straight!”

Foggy grinned wickedly, patting his head condescendingly, “You were not yesterday.”

Foggy turned back towards the room and announces, “So if I may, I'm proud to say

He's gay!”

“And European!” The defense hollers in triumph.

“He's gay!”

“And European!”

“He's gay!”

“And European and Gay!”

Matt slams his hands on the table in front of him, drawing all of the attention back to him and cries, “Fine okay I'm gay!”

“Hooray!” The room cheers as Matt takes the two steps around the table and to Foggy, pulling the other man into a searing kiss.

After a few seconds, they pull apart and shrug at the dropped jaws of the room, “Fine. Okay. We're gay!”

A severe-looking redheaded woman entered the frame, her face turning an interesting shade of purple, 'What is the meaning of this?!" and suddenly the camera was jerked down and switched off the recording.

Karen was wheezing, holding her ribs tightly as Matt looked like there was about an 85% higher chance than normal of him leaping from their third-story window.

"That was beautiful,"  She finally managed out between laughs, "Amazing, outstanding, A+, where did you even find that top for Matt it looks painted on?"

"Joke birthday present from Marci," He groaned out, "Told me something about if I was trying to seduce Foggy I should try harder to look gay for him."

"She was like two months too late," Foggy laughed, "Not that she knew that."

"I can't believe you talked me out of waiting until graduation to tell them all we were dating," Matt groaned, "To do it during Legally Blonde."

"We wouldn't have made it to graduation and you know it,"

"We would have done better than five months in."

"Shut up you were practically giddy after class ended and we ran away from everyone demanding answers from us."

"I refuse to incriminate myself, counselor."

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I can't stop picturing Matt in the place of Nikos when they finish the first verse lol, tanned, killer shape, and stubbly chin is our Murdock alright, so this was what came of it.