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freelancearsonist · 4 months

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Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Rated MA for the most long-winded poetic smut i've ever written jfc 🤦‍♀️ slow burn fluff with a couple sprinkles of angst for flavor, reader uses fem pronouns and is described as having female parts, it's dirty y'all but at least they use protection

7,470 Words

A/N: you all know my mo by now i disappear for a year and then come back and lay down some god damned PORN. this fic is no exception to the rule. @shakespeareanwannabe requested this back in july and she literally just asked for a cute moment between steve and dustin, sorry you got 6k words more than you bargained for 😂 but also thank you for betaing and the constant validation you're the best ily 🖤

Steve’s not sure how it even worked.

He can still remember the look on Robin’s face when you agreed, how she was speechless for almost ten minutes because she couldn’t process what had just happened.

Steve’s reaction was about the same as hers, in all honesty. He’s gotten so used to striking out that asking people out has become something of a game to him. He knows he’ll get a no, and he knows Robin will laugh her ass off at him. But what can he say? He likes putting a smile on his best friend’s face.

Needless to say, you’ve shaken him. In the best possible way. Because your answer was three letters instead of two.

And now, he's a little bit in over his head.

Or, to be more accurate, a lot in over his head.

It seems like it’s been ages since he’s gone on a date, even though it’s only been a few months at most. He feels lost, like he’s completely unlearned everything he ever knew about girls.

He hates it, despises it with every fiber of his own being, but he also knows it’s true; he needs advice. And although he’ll never admit it to the little shithead’s face, there’s no one better he can think of going to than his very own protege. Who better to remind him of his own prowess than the person who learned everything they know from him?

One look at Dustin’s smug little face and Steve almost regrets it. Almost.

“Just can’t stay away, can you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve rolls his eyes and gives the younger boy a little shove, camouflaging it with an affectionate pat on the back. “This is strictly business, Henderson.”

“Oh, is it now?” The younger boy’s voice takes on a smug tone as he folds his fingers together and leans back in his chair. “Well then, why don’t you have a seat? Step into my office.”

Steve rolls his eyes and slides into the booth, shooting a smile and a “thank you” to the kind waitress who delivers two milkshakes to their table.

Dustin takes his time and makes a meal of unwrapping his straw, feeding off of Steve’s clear impatience Steve’s fingers tap against the table, reminding himself that patience is necessary when you come to someone for a favor. It’s just that it’s Dustin, and Dustin knows exactly how to get under the older boy’s skin in the most annoying-yet-oddly-endearing fashion.

“So…” Dustin finally says after a lengthy sip of strawberry milkshake. “What brings you so humbly to me?”

“I’ve got a date.”

And Dustin, the little bastard–he laughs. A deep, rumbling belly laugh, so pure and unfiltered that the three other occupied tables in the diner pause their conversations to get a look at the boy clutching his sides.

Steve’s a little embarrassed by the attention, but even more embarrassed that Dustin’s reaction is so genuine. The fact that the idea of him having a date is so laughable is a bit of a punch to the gut. It hasn’t really been that long, has it?

When Dustin’s laughter finally dies down he realizes Steve’s face is completely serious, and it makes him giggle even more.

“Wait, you’re actually serious? Who on earth did you manage to pull?”

Steve’s nearly bashful as he says your name, and even more bashful when Dustin’s jaw visibly drops.

“No fucking way. I’d believe anyone else, but her? She’s like… hotter than Phoebe Cates. There’s no way you wouldn’t strike out with her.”

Steve’s immediately on the defensive. Is it really so hard to believe that he, former king of Hawkins High, could pull the most gorgeous girl in town?

But that’s just it. There’s really no one like you, not in his eyes. He’s admired you since freshman year and never once even tried with you because he knew he wasn’t worthy. You were always in the background–a beautiful, kind, smart, funny girl just out of his reach. Part of the reason he even asked you out was because he was so sure he would strike out. In the end, losing his confidence was exactly what he needed to pull the girl of his dreams.

And that’s why there’s so much riding on this. You’ve always been his biggest “what if”, the girl he wonders about when thinking that maybe not trying has been holding him back. And apparently, it has.

“Look, I don’t even know how it happened, okay? But she said yes, and… and I really don’t want to blow it.”

“Well duh. You’ll have to leave town if you blow it with her, you know that, right? If she doesn’t think you’re worth it, no one else in this town ever will again.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of!” Steve groans, slouching down so far in the booth that Dustin can just barely see his poor, overwhelmed face.

“Steve, listen…” Dustin’s voice takes on an almost fatherly quality, an omniscient tone that gives off the illusion of great hidden knowledge. He gets like this sometimes, and Steve’s not always sure that it is just an illusion. “Don’t let this go to your head, but you’re, like, one of the coolest guys I know. If she doesn’t like you… that’s her problem, not yours. Okay?”

Steve straightens in his seat, a little shocked to hear such kind words from a friend that he’s used to being mercilessly teased by.

“No, no, no, it’s going to your head. I take it all back. Forget I said anything.” Dustin’s hearty giggle makes Steve smile as he sets a wad of bills on the table and slides out of the booth.

“You’re not so bad Henderson, you know that?” He gives the younger boy’s full head of curls an affectionate ruffle. “Thanks, kid. I’ll radio later.”

Not that Steve didn’t have total faith in his young protege, but it’s still a relief that the pep talk turned out to be exactly what he needed to hear. Dustin’s right, after all. Steve’s worked hard to become the man he’s always wanted to be. He may not be dripping charisma or sex appeal the way he used to, but he’s much more comfortable in his own skin. That’s what counts, right?

And you really are his dream girl. The opportunity to take you out tonight, even if it ends up being your first and only date together, is an honor. He’s much less focused now on all the ways he could screw up, hyper-fixated on putting the effort in to make this the best night of your life.

That effort comes out in the carefully selected suit jacket he dons over his white button-up, the extra spritz of cologne, the careful touch-up shave to vanquish his five o’clock shadow, the extra ten minutes using the perfect amount of product in his hair so that it stays in place yet is still soft to the touch.

By the time he gets to Enzo’s (half an hour early, mind), he’s practically vibrating with nerves and anticipation. He’s never been much of an overthinker, but he sure is tonight. Is this place too much for the first date? Would you rather do something lowkey, like catch a movie or go for a walk in the park? He has to remind himself a couple of times that you agreed to this, that you wouldn’t have said yes if you weren’t interested in the arrangement.

To say he’s prepared for this is putting it lightly. He’s run through every possible scenario in his mind, gone over conversation starters and questions he wants to ask you over and over again until he knows exactly how he wants to phrase each thing.

And still, nothing could prepare him for when you walk through the door.

He has to physically restrain his jaw from dropping because in the moment he sees you, every well-planned thought and all etiquette is flushed down the proverbial pipes. You’re nothing short of breathtaking in a dress that hugs all the right curves and shows just enough cleavage to have him imagining what else there might be to see. Your hair is pinned back out of your face, eyes framed by just the slightest bit of makeup to make the color of your irises pop. He swears he’s never seen a shade quite like them. It’s like you move in slow motion as you approach him–he sees the entrance of the smoking hot love interest in every romantic comedy, complete with smoke and fireworks, as you move towards the table.

And then some sense of decorum returns to his addled brain, and he quickly shoots up so he can pull out your chair for you like a proper gentleman. He catches just the slightest whiff of your perfume, and he’s a goner. He’s ready to sign his life away to you, to yank his own heart out of his chest to offer to your careful hands.

He has to give his head a shake to compose himself before he goes any further off the deep end. No one’s ever thoroughly shaken him the way you have, and it’s been a matter of thirty seconds. It’s almost intimidating, the effect you have on him.

“You look… incredible,” he fumbles as he takes his seat across from you. “I mean, you always do, but… wow.”

The shy giggle you emit tugs at a heartstring he didn’t even know he had.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a genuine smile. “You clean up very well yourself.”

“I do like to put in some effort every once in a while.” He flashes the most charming smile he can muster, and just like that he’s back. His resolve to impress you is reinforced tenfold. You’ve shaken him, and it’s such an unfamiliar feeling that he’s practically bumbling. He wants to shake you just as badly.

The food’s delicious, and the conversation’s even better. He has a track record for taking out a more–for lack of a better term–bimbo-y type, and that’s definitely not you. You’re smart, you’re witty, but you don’t make him feel like an idiot. He’s so taken with you that he doesn’t even notice that three hours have passed until he looks around the room and notices that every table is now empty and bussed.

The waiter delivers the check, and Steve notices you gnawing on your lip.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, trying not to be too prying.

“I don’t want this to be over yet.”

Steve smiles. He’s got you; hook, line, and sinker. He’s never been so sure of anything, and that surprises him. He’s used to dates who are easy to read and even easier to take home, and those aren’t the impressions you’ve been giving him. To know that you’re feeling exactly what he’s feeling is a huge confidence boost.

“I don’t either.”

Your hand is so small compared to his. That’s all he can think about as he strolls next to you, his fingers intertwined with yours. He’s always considered hand-holding to be child’s play, it’s never excited him before the way it does in this moment with you.

It’s pitch black in the park and he can hear the overlapping chirping of summer cicadas and grasshoppers, the perfect background noise now that the conversation has died down. It’s less about getting to know each other at this point and more just basking in each other’s presence, prolonging the inevitable because neither one of you can bear to call it a night when it’s been such a good few hours.

You’re shocked, to say the very least. Steve certainly has a reputation, and it’s not for being a romantic. Yet everything tonight has flown in the face of all the rumors you’ve been hearing since junior high. You figured he’d be a fun fling, and probably only one night at that–you’d made your peace with the idea. To find that he’s kind, considerate, funny, and can match your intellect and quick wit… it’s a very pleasant surprise. And that’s what has you out well past a decent hour, giddy over simply holding his hand like you’re a damned school girl all over again.

“I should probably let you go home,” Steve sighs wistfully. He hates to be the one to bring it up, but you’re on your fifth lap around the park and about to circle back to where your car is parked so now seems the best time.

You’re chewing your lip again, a thoughtful habit that makes his heart pound just a little bit harder.

Here’s the thing: you’re really not the bold type. You act confident, sure, but in practice it’s a lot more difficult for you. So no one’s more surprised than you are when you say, “You could come home with me. If you want.”

Steve’s definitely shocked, too. Less shocked at your proposition and more at the fact that he’s tempted to decline. Because no matter how much he’s been running through the back of his mind what you might look like under that gorgeous dress, he doesn’t want this to end there. For the first time in his life, he wants to find more meaning than sex out of a relationship. He doesn’t want to take you home and never see you again. He wants to take you out again, and again, and again, and again after that. He sees a future, for once, that doesn’t look dim and hopeless. That fact alone scares the shit out of him.

He realizes he’s waited way too long to reply and fumbles for an answer. “Of course I want to. I’d be an idiot not to. But…”

You chew that cursed bottom lip of yours again, and Steve has to focus on the obvious cue you’re giving him rather than the fact that he wants to be the next set of teeth around that lip.

He stops in his tracks, gently pulling on your hand to face him so he can take your other hand in his free one. “It’s not a bad but. I mean, I’m going to go home kicking myself for saying no because I really honestly do want to… well, y’know. But… I want to do this right with you. I want to take you out again. I want to get to know you and see where this goes. I can’t… I don’t want this to end tonight.”

He’s eternally grateful for how dark it is as he feels a flush consume his face. He can’t remember a time he’s been so honest and open, especially on a first date; but the look on your face tells him he’s done something right.

“Okay,” you tell him, squeezing his hands in yours. “You… honestly have no clue how nice it is to hear that.”

“Of course,” he continues, “if you just want me for my body, no hard feelings.”

You laugh at that, genuinely laugh, and Steve thinks it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

“No,” you reassure him. “No, I… I wanna see where this goes, too.”

You’re stopped only a few paces from your car, and Steve knows with a twist of his gut that this is the end of the night. It makes his gut turn with disappointment, but also with anticipation of when he’ll see you next. Already, his mind is flooding with ideas of where he can take you and what you’ll do together.

You drop one of his hands so you can walk but keep a tight grip on the other until you get to your driver’s side door, hesitating outside because you’re still not ready for this to be over. It takes every ounce of restraint he has not to kiss you, unsure of if that would be moving too fast.

Thankfully, you make the call yourself. Leaning up on your toes, hands against his chest for balance, you press your lips against his and he has to summon every mite of strength not to moan. No one’s ever tasted so sweet, molded against him so perfectly. His hands drift from your shoulders down your arms, coming to rest on your waist as he pulls you just a little bit closer. It’s a fight of will not to overstep, to break off the kiss before it can become too heated. His mind is spinning by the time you break away. He’s aching for more, and he hopes you are too.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”

Your sweet voice replays in his mind all night, long after you’ve gotten into your car and driven away, long after he’s returned to his own vehicle and pulled the radio out from under the driver’s seat to check in with Dustin, long after he arrives home and soaks in a cold shower for longer than he probably should. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get your voice out of his head, and he couldn’t be any less upset about it.

He practically counts down the minutes until he sees you again. This time, he has a little less restraint. He greets you with a kiss–a sweet peck and a hand on your waist that leaves you aching for even more.

It’s a movie this time, a chance to enjoy each other’s company on a night you’re both too tired from working to engage in heavy conversation and getting to know each other further.

It starts with sharing popcorn, then holding hands, then somewhere along the way the film is completely forgotten in favor of your lips meeting his. His breath grows heavy as his hands hold your face, committing you to memory while resisting the urge to explore further. Your hands, meanwhile, are firmly on his thighs, gripping tightly to keep yourself steady as you do everything you can to keep yourself from crawling into his lap.

He whispers your name, and your grip on him tightens.

“W-we shouldn’t…” he murmurs, then gives up on the futile attempt at finishing his sentence so that he can pull you even deeper into the kiss as his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip.

It takes everything in him not to moan when your lips eagerly part to accept him.

Needless to say, once the credits start rolling you’re both more than a little hot under the collar.

“Let me buy you dinner,” Steve suggests as he woefully unwinds himself from you. Declining doesn’t even flicker through your mind as a possibility.

It’s not Enzo’s this time, but it doesn’t have to be. He could set a soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of you at this point and you’d still thank him for it. This time around, you’re not really as interested in the cuisine as you are just simply getting through this meal to what’s next. Because what’s next is all you’ve been thinking about since you walked through the doors the night of that very first date and saw Steve Harrington wearing a blazer for you. It’s a level of effort he’s definitely not known for–in fact, he’s built a reputation for putting in so little effort that it nearly made your jaw drop to see him trying. And it certainly made your heart skip a beat.

But then again, the Steve before you carelessly wolfing down his bacon cheeseburger seems very different from the Steve you knew in high school, even if you didn’t know that iteration as intimately as this one. That one was cool, collected, snarky and pompous and maddeningly desirable.

This Steve, your Steve, is nearly an exact foil. Much less cocky, a little less confident but more self-assured in the ways that actually hold meaning, less worried about what the people around him are observing of him than what you’re observing of him. He seems happier, more carefree, more eager to please others than simply himself. He’s grown so much in such a short amount of time, and you feel proud just for having the honor to witness it. Significantly more proud to be on the receiving end of his affections now that they hold the kind of value you’ve always wished they would.

He looks up and notices you staring at him while lost in thought, a small smile spreading across his lips as your eyes quickly dart away.

“What’s on your mind?” He questions as he licks a stray bit of ketchup from his thumb.

“Just… happy I’m here. With you.” It brings heat to your cheeks to admit it, but you don’t want him to go unappreciated in this moment.

It’s the right thing to say, because his smile grows even wider. “I’m happy too,” he admits. “I… I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while. Could never work up the courage, I guess.”

“Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington was intimidated by me?” You say it with a mock gasp, but your shock is more genuine than you give off. Never in a million years would you have thought that he, the man who could have whoever he wanted, would be worried over you saying no to him. It’s almost comical, especially considering the way you practically threw yourself at him on your first date. Of course then, you had no clue how much he’d developed as a person. You’re almost ashamed of your behavior now, as if you might’ve inadvertently been taking advantage of the new and improved Steve who isn’t just into you for a hookup.

He shrugs, nearly bashful at your teasing. “Never figured I was good enough for you. So I didn’t bother to try.”

You’re genuinely curious now, leaning in a little closer and brushing your fingers against his hand resting atop the diner counter. “What made you change your mind?”

“Honestly? I was so sure you’d say no that I asked just to give Robin a chuckle. She loves watching me get shot down.”

That makes you frown, and he’s quick to backtrack. “I wanted to! I just… I’ve had a bad track record lately. And you’re… you’re you. You’re the last person I should be worthy of.”

His eyes are quick to avert from your gaze, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he contemplates whether he’s said too much.

“Steve…” you properly grab his hand now in the hopes that it’ll bring his eyes back to you, and it works. “You’re the only person I’ve deemed worthy in a long time, honestly.”

Steve Harrington is scaldingly warm. It’s one of many sensations forcing your mind into overdrive as he lays you delicately across the backseat of his beemer, one hand cushioning the back of your head while simultaneously deepening the already heated kiss and the other balancing his weight to lean over you in the cramped space without completely crushing you.

Your fingers tangle themselves into his soft brown locks, tugging ever-so-slightly as his tongue slips between your parted lips. He’s an eager explorer and you’re more than happy to let him take the lead, to show you all the skill you’ve heard so many whispers about.

You let out an involuntary moan as he wedges himself even closer to you, his body heat soaking through all the layers of clothing between the two of you and warming you all the way to your very bones.

You’re practically aching, ready to beg, and he knows it the second you wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get him even closer. If there’s one thing Steve Harrington’s good at, it’s assessing your needs. He pulls away just the slightest bit to adjust his position so he can get closer, wedging a knee between your legs to press right against your core, and it makes you jolt back against the car door at the same time his head hits the roof just a bit too hard.

You both pause for a moment, the reality of your situation hitting you simultaneously, and then you’re laughing. It’s light and edged with unresolved want, but it’s enough to fracture the tension of the moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Shouldn’t have gotten so carried away. This isn’t how I want to do this.”

“No?”

“No. You deserve way better than this old beater,” he chuckles, then leans down to kiss you. This kiss is lighter, no longer edged with tension and lust. He kisses you just to kiss you–there’s no end goal to it this time.

“What could be better than a BMW?” You tease lightly, trying to reassure him that you’re less disappointed than you really feel.

“You know. Something romantic. A proper bed, rose petals, maybe a few candles…”

“I don’t need all that,” you try to tell him.

“I think I do,” he admits. And that’s enough to pull you back, to remind you that you need to be patient and grateful that he values you so much as to want to do this whole thing properly. That his affection is something to be cherished, not taken for granted.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to be pushy.”

“Please don’t apologize.” He hesitates to untangle himself from you, even though he knows he needs to. “I want this just as bad. I just… I need it to be right.”

“As long as I have you, it’ll be right,” you reassure. “I hope you know that.”

He presses his lips to yours again, a slow and passionate kiss that he hopes communicates every bit of adoration he feels for you in this moment.

“It’ll be perfect. I swear,” he vows. You’ve never believed anything more whole-heartedly than you do this promise.

~~~

“Wait, you’re telling me that you literally had her under you and you stopped?” Robin’s halfway through chewing a mouthful of popcorn and the absolute carnage inside her agape mouth makes Steve give her a light shove.

“It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, y’know.”

“It’s not polite to blue-ball either!” She shoots back in utter disbelief.

“How do you think I felt? I was this close,” he holds his thumb and index finger barely millimeters apart, “to sealing the deal.”

She just shakes her head. “You, Steve Harrington, are a genuine, bonafide idiot.”

She’s not telling him anything he doesn’t know. It’s been three days since the aborted fling in the backseat of his car, and he’s barely thought of anything else. Especially since you’ve been away from home both of the past nights when he’s called. He’s starting to worry you’ve gotten the wrong impression, that he’s not interested or that he’s toying with you. It’s the exact opposite. He wants nothing more than to know you in the most intimate way he can know you. But he needs it to be flawless. He needs it to be well thought-out and precisely planned, the most romantic event in the history of copulation. He won’t settle for anything less, not with you. You deserve perfection, and he won’t give you anything less.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he tries to explain. “I want to more than anything. But if you’re gonna go to town on a goddess, you need to do some worshiping, y’know? I don’t feel like I’ve done enough.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear this admission. You weren’t sure what to expect–worried that maybe visiting him at work was an overstep–but hearing him call you a goddess certainly wasn’t on your radar.

“You’ve done more than enough, Steve.”

The sound of your voice makes Steve jump and whirl around, oblivious to Robin’s sly smirk and mumbled excuse of needing to attend to something in the back room.

“H-hey!” He squeaks, then clears his throat in an attempt to get his tone back to its normal octave. “What… what’re you doing here?”

“Oh, just came to pick up a tape,” you tease. “But mostly I came to see you.”

“Me?” He takes a moment to ground himself, loosening his too-tight grip on the counter. “I mean… I tried to call you last night. And the night before?”

Your brow furrows. “Really? I didn’t get your message.”

Because he didn’t leave one. He clears his throat and says, “I just figured you were busy.”

“Oh, well, I volunteer at the animal shelter on Wednesdays, and last night was my friend’s 21st birthday. I’m sorry I missed you, though.”

He can tell that you’re really remorseful, and it makes his heart squeeze in his chest a little bit. He plays it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “No, it’s fine, it’s… are you free tonight?”

You giggle at the abrupt redirect, but he’s played directly into your hand.

“Yeah, actually. I was hoping maybe you could help me pick out something for us to watch tonight? If you’re free too, that is.”

His dark eyes blink slowly, wondering if you’re aware of the implication behind your completely innocent words. You. Him. A movie. Alone. It’s enough to make his head spin.

“I’ve never been freer.”

Conveniently, you’ve come in close enough to the end of his shift that by the time you’re done combing through Family Video’s vast selection for the perfect film to use as background noise, Steve’s ready to clock out. And since you walked over after finishing your own shift at the local dollar store up the street, it works out perfectly that he can give you a ride straight to his place.

You only glance in the backseat once, but it’s enough to get your mind churning. Remembering the feeling of him, of what could’ve been. Anticipating what will be.

“Parents home?” You ask as he pulls into his driveway and parks, trying to sound casual and utterly failing.

“Nope,” he answers easily. “Took a detour to Cabo on their way home from Hawaii.”

“Sounds glamorous. You opted out?”

“I’d rather be here in Hawkins with you than on a beach alone anyday.”

He must know the effect his words have on you. Surely he can hear the way your heart picks up pace as he looks at you with those dark, affectionate eyes.

“So… this is home.” He waves a hand around the entrance hall like it’s a shabby nightmare, not the grandest house you’ve ever been in.

“I’m starting to understand why they used to call you King Steve.”

He’s almost embarrassed at the mention of that old high school nickname. “Trust me, this isn’t why.”

“Well, a palace does befit you,” you tell him with a smirk.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush.” The wink he shoots you makes your gut erupt with butterflies, a sensation that would normally make you a little uncomfortable. With Steve, you’d take the butterflies all day long.

He gives you a cursory and oversimplified tour of the ground floor before leading you upstairs, and suddenly he’s sheepish. It’s been a few moons since he shared his room with a girl, so the nerves are justified. But that’s too simple an explanation. You’re not a girl. You’re his dream, his muse, his–to re-quote himself–goddess. No one he’s ever cared about more has stood where you’re standing, and it terrifies him.

He hides it well, though, busying himself with making a comfortable nest for you in his bed before setting up the television set on the dresser against the far wall. If ever there was a time to regain his confidence, it’s now. He curses whatever god there is that he feels like a fumbling virgin in this moment when nothing is even happening, when just the anticipation is enough to make his hands tremble.

There’s no more stalling once you’re comfortable and the tape is set to play. His heart pounds to the steady and frantic rhythm of one of those heavy rock songs Dustin listens to now as he sits next to you, hands itching to take a hold of you but also eager not to move too fast.

Almost as if you can sense his hesitation, you reach over and take his hand. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

And so he does, and the second his lips slot to yours all the worry and anxiety is gone. He’s Steve Harrington, and he knows what he’s doing. You’re you, and he’s wanted this for so long. After years of being lost, he deserves to finally find the love he’s been looking for. He’s never been so sure of anything as he is, in this moment of initial clarity, that he’s in love with you.

He can’t say it, not yet. He’s sure it’s too soon, and the last thing he wants is to scare you off. But he’s determined to prove it to you, and the only way besides words is action.

He can handle action.

There’s no more restraint or hesitation behind his touch. This is it, this is what you’ve both been waiting for. There’s no way in hell he’s not going to deliver now. He’s desperate for you, and it shows in the heavy way his hands drag along your curves whilst committing you to memory; the way his tongue languidly swipes across your bottom lip; the way he shifts effortlessly to hover over you even while deepening the kiss.

He’s overwhelming every single sense of yours in such a sudden fashion, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Especially not when his hips meet yours in a deliciously slow grind and you finally get your first little taste of what’s to come.

He keens at the little breathless whimpers that leave your mouth, reading every single signal you provide him with and accommodating each. Moaning? He continues what he’s doing, intensifying if deemed necessary. Whining? He adds something, because he knows it’s hard to use your words when you’re wanting so badly. Squirming? He pays attention to the direction of your movement and pulls away or presses closer depending on necessity. It’s down to science for him; he only really cared about extracurriculars in school anyway, and this was certainly his favorite.

But then he comes to his senses–while he doesn’t pull away completely, he needs to clear his mind and he does so by letting up a bit, allowing the kiss to become languid and the heat to extinguish a bit. It only makes you whine more, and Steve curses his damned formula. You shouldn’t be part of an equation. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, and every aspect of your relationship so far has been a new experience for him. He needs this particular activity to be different too. No formulas or calculations. Just you and him and whatever happens naturally.

Clearly you can hear the cogs in his mind turning. You pull away with a concerned look on your face and ask, “what’s on your mind?”

Now’s not the time to hide anything from you, he reasons with himself. He wants to be authentic with you, and part of that means telling the truth, even if it’s not something particularly comfortable.

“I’m… falling into a routine. And I don’t want to,” he admits. He sighs and leans back, one hand dragging through his shaggy and disheveled hair, sure that he’s going to ruin the mood if he carries on like this. But he refuses to back away from the truth now. “This… it’s always been like…. Like a series of checkpoints. Boxes to check, y’know? Kiss you, take your clothes off, make you come, fuck you, say goodnight. And I don’t want… I can’t let it be like that with you. I need this to be… real. Not just some list to cross shit off of. I don’t–”

Steve takes a long, shaky breath before he can ramble on anymore. Never has someone so thoroughly gotten under his skin. He’s never felt so insecure, so unsure. It’s terrifying. The most terrifying part of it all, though, is that he likes it. He loves the feeling of the unfamiliarity, of doing this right. In a way, it’s almost like he’s doing all of this for the first time all over again. You’re his first date, first kiss, first time. All because he’s changed so drastically, because he’s not even remotely the same person he was just a year or two ago.

Your hands are so gentle as you cup his face, tenderly forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“Steve… we don’t have to do this, not if you’re not ready. I want to be with you, not just for this, but for everything. Everything that comes with you… that’s what I want. There’s no pressure. I would wait a hundred years for you to be ready so long as I could still have you.”

Steve’s breath shakes a little as he comprehends the gravity of your words. There’s nothing he can say that can properly convey the gratitude he holds for your words, so he says nothing at all.

In his silence, you continue. “You’re more than a body, you know that, right? You’re funny, and kind, and smart. Yes, smart, don’t look at me like that. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted to be close to. I just… I want to spend time with you. I want to watch stupid movies and eat diner food until we get sick and laugh at your stupid jokes… and maybe make love with you, sure, but that’s pretty low on the list as long as I just get to be with you.”

He doesn’t notice the tears until it’s too late–by the time you’re wiping them from the apples of his cheeks it’s far too late to take them back or hide them. With anyone else, he would be angry; at himself, for allowing himself to be so vulnerable. For allowing himself to be so emotional. With you, though… with you, his emotions make him feel strong.

For the first time since you walked into his life, he’s not scared of losing you.

“I love you,” he tells you. His voice is firm, as fierce as the kiss he presses to your mouth, as powerful as the waves of emotion vibrating through his very soul. “I love you so much.”

He barely gives you a chance to reply, as keen as he is on physically proving his love to you through myriad passionate kisses that leave you breathless. But when you finally get the chance to use your voice after a barrage of kisses that start to trail down your neck, you whisper, “I love you too.”

Four words, and they’re all he needs to quell every worry or fear he’s had over doing this relationship properly with you. Why should he have to worry, after all, when he’s already succeeded?

“I love you,” he whispers as he trails down your neck and to your chest, leaving tender love bites on the tops of your breasts once he’s properly liberated you from your shirt.

“I love you,” he mumbles through sucking a mark a few inches north of your navel.

“I love you,” he murmurs when his lips meet your waistband. His fingers make quick work of your pants as he scatters kisses over your stomach, unable to part his mouth from your skin for even a moment.

“I love you,” he affirms as his mouth meets your hot and waiting core.

There’s no more checklist. Because this isn’t simply sex, as it always has been for him in the past. This is love-making: the kind of sappy shit they talk about in all those Hallmark movies that he rolls his eyes at the sight of. It’s like losing his virginity all over again.

He understands the old adage of “the other half” now. You’ve ripped him to shreds and sewed him back together with strands of yourself. The end result is better than the original ever could’ve even dreamed to be. He’s sure he couldn’t possibly live without you now, that losing you would be like ripping out fresh and unhealed stitches.

You’re not sure how long he camps out between your trembling thighs, but it’s long enough for you to lose count of the number of times he pulls you apart–first with his languid tongue; then his long, curved fingers; then a combination of the two. It’s like he loses himself completely in your pleasure, not a single thought in his head except what he can do to bring you to the edge again, and again, and again.

You’re trembling with oversensitivity by the time his own needs overtakes his desperation to unravel you. So out of it that you feel drunk, like Steve’s laced you with absolute bliss so pure you can barely stand it.

You’re hardly present enough to appreciate the adonis before you when he finally undoes his own jeans, and that’s a damned shame because he’s so damned pretty. Long and thick, flushed at the girthy tip from his hitherto unacknowledged arousal. His lean thighs are pure muscle, and the dark thatch of hair that trails south from his navel makes your mouth water. He’s everything you dreamed he’d be and so much more.

“Steve…” You don’t know what else you can possibly say. All you can do is vainly hope that one whine of his name can convey all of the heat, frustration, tension, and above all longing, swirling through your head in the moment.

He breaks from his lustful reverie for a moment to smile as he leans in for another heated kiss; you think it’s safe to say you’ve gotten your point across.

He slows from his mania for a few moments, lips tender as they explore against yours once more. These kisses are languid, slow, yet no less heated. Even now, he’s trying to prove his love to you. As if you could somehow not believe him after everything that’s happened, every small moment you’ve spent with him witnessing how hard he’s trying for you.

Somewhere in between kisses he manages to wrestle a condom out of his nightstand, miraculously without ever breaking from your lips.

Now is where you cut in, finally fading out of your over-pleasured fugue and back to reality. You take the little foil packet from his hands and tear it open, eager for this small chance to finally get a hand or two on him.

He lets out the most gorgeous noise you’ve ever heard as you roll the rubber down his length; a deep, earthy, diaphragmatic moan just from the simple touch of your hand. You want to touch him even more, to wrest out more of those sounds from him; to see what other undiscovered responses you can pull from him as you pleasure him. But you know that now, he needs to set the pace. He believes he has something to prove, and you’re more than happy to let him prove it. There will be plenty of other opportunities to have him completely at your mercy, anyway.

There’s no way to describe the feeling as he slides into you. It’s more than bliss, more than euphoria, more than earth-shattering toe-curling mind-altering pleasure. It’s nothing more than feeling whole. Of never knowing you were missing a part of yourself until it’s suddenly returned to you. Of never knowing what home felt like until this exact moment.

Maybe it’s overdramatic. Maybe it’s outlandish and outrageous and a million other adjectives to feel something so overpowering and overwhelming from such a seemingly simple physical act. But in this moment, you know you’ve never felt anything as right as being connected to Steve in this way.

His lips hardly leave yours while he rolls his hips against you, easily finding the perfect angle to make your breath hitch and your hands scrabble for purpose.

It admittedly doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t have to. Once you start to tighten and pulse around him, he’s a goner–deep purposeful thrusts turning to hard, arrhythmic plunges in desperate search of release.

You’re still shaking from your high when he slowly pulls out of you. He keeps you close, arms linked around your waist and dragging you to lay on his chest as he flops back against the pillows.

You’re not sure how long you lay like that, with Steve whispering sweet nothings into your hair and pressing absentminded kisses to your face. All you can really focus on is one all-consuming, life-changing fact.

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you too,” he whispers back. He kisses you again, just a simple peck on your lips, and you know that he’s telling the truth. It’s an eternal truth: one that can’t be changed or altered in any way. Steve Harrington loves you with every fibre of his being, and he will for the rest of his life–even if you’re both blissfully unaware of it for now.

THE END

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✰20 Something✰

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: How you ain’t say you was movin’ forward? Honesty hurts when you’re gettin’ older, I gotta say I’ll miss the way you need me.

an: first things first, yes it’s based off of the sza song, yes this is going to be very angsty, and yes I purposefully used the lyrics of the song to leave a bit of mystery for the summary hehe. But anyways! Here’s the second part of Blossom! This one is pretty short, and the ending is a bit abrupt, but that’s only because I have plans for the next part!! I hope you enjoy angels. Mwah mwah 🖤🖤

Warnings: angst!! Ellie is an idiot in this one I’m sorry, Joel being a dad figure to reader, alcohol usage, reader gets a lil drunk, jealous!reader, let me know if I missed anything pleaseeee (not proofread)

You can read part 1 here!

Tag list: @gold-dustwomxn @liabadoobee @uraesthete @heathermuahhh

For the first time in five years, your bed is warm.

And that doesn’t go to say you never had a warm body filling up the empty spot next to you in your bed. There were many times where you’d fallen into bed with someone for a one night stand, or finally working up to the person you would be seeing at the time to sleeping over.

But that was all in the city, you hadn’t once given someone the opportunity to fill your bed in your current home. The home that you were sprouting your roots into, and creating a space that you’d call home forever.

That, and none of those people before warmed you up like Ellie did.

Ellie’s arms never leave yours within the night, they’re strong and they hold you tight against her chest even when she’s snoring softly in your ear. It’s almost as if she’s scared you’ll slip away somehow, like she’s worried if she doesn’t hold on tight enough, she’ll no longer be in this dream that she’s found herself in.

And you don’t mind, her warm embrace helps clear your head from the noisy thoughts that threaten to cloud your mind. Without her strong arms wrapped around your middle, and the dreamy smell of her shampoo and her cologne, you’d be panicking.

Panicking because none of this is okay, and you both know it.

It allows you to sleep, and enjoy her for the moment, because you know exactly what you’ll do when the sun rises.

You have it all planned out, playing out the scenario and what you’ll say in your head. It’s like you’ve written a script for yourself, one that you’ve closely analyzed and revised countless times between the heavy sedation of sleep and wake that finds you through the night. You continuously fall in and out because the foreign feeling of Ellie next to you is too apparent to ignore, and it makes itself even more known when you realize that it’s Ellie.

Despite it all, the sleep is good. It’s heavy, and comfortable and it’s like your bodies are tangled up within one another in the most perfect way, making your insides feel warm and fuzzy. You’re sure you’d be able to stay there with her till the end of time. You feel her wake up a few times as well, pressing gentle kisses at the nape of your neck, whispering sweet promises into your ear as her hands slip underneath your t shirt, toying with your soft skin and pulling you in closer.

Because she can’t get enough of you. She’s cursing herself on the inside because she can’t believe she’d almost forgotten how good you felt pressed up against her, how nice your supple skin felt spilling from between her fingers, how responsive your body was to her every kiss and touch.

So she feels she has some catching up to do, and she plans on roaming her fingers along every available space of your body. She wants to remember everything she’s ever experienced with you, all while making new memories as well.

And you can feel it, which makes it all the more harder to get out of bed the next morning.

The morning sun is warm and inviting, but it comes all too soon.

It takes everything in you to peel Ellie’s limbs from your body. You let out a sigh of relief when once you’re out of bed, she’s still fast asleep. You tilt your head to the side as you eye the girls sleeping form, she looks like her younger self when she sleeps. Her cheeks look fuller, and her lips look plumper. It reminds you of all the times you traced your fingers over her sleeping face when she’d fallen asleep in your bedroom when you were teenagers.

It reminds you of the face that wouldn’t even look in your direction when shoving a box into your arms.

And maybe you’re being petty, because it was something that happened so long ago and you both were so young. But it still hurts, and it doesn’t matter if it happened when you were both young, or if your relationship was doomed anyways.

Ellie did what she did, and no matter how many sweet things she said to you, she couldn’t take it back.

You sigh softly as you blink out of your trance, breaking away from the memories that you had been holding onto for so long. You need to get dressed, and you need to get downstairs before Ellie wakes.

You settle on a plane white t shirt, and a pair of your favorite denim shorts. They’re your moms from when she was younger, they remind you of when you were little.

Your feet pad against the wooden floor as you make your way downstairs. It’s still very early, and if Ellie is anything like the way she was when she was younger, you’ll be clear of her for at least another hour or so.

You settle on grabbing some fresh lemons from a near by bowl and making some lemonade to kill the time.

On the other end of your house, Ellie is groaning softly. She takes a moment to realize where it is that she is, the foreign bed making her feel extremely confused. Once her eyes have adjusted to the early morning light peeking in through your window, she immediately remember where she is.

Memories of the night before come flooding in, and she can’t stop the stupid smile that paints her face.

She’s blushing like an idiot, and she brings her strong hands up to her face as she groans softly. She’s just as fucking smitten for you as she was back when she was a teenager, and she can’t even deny it.

You, where were you?

The question runs rapid in her mind as she sits up, frowning a bit as she looks around. She isn’t too worried, seeing as she is in fact in your house. She knows you couldn’t have gone far, but the fact alone that she wasn’t able to wake up to you in her arms makes her upset.

From upstairs she can hear a bit of clattering downstairs in the kitchen, and she knows exactly where you are.

Ellie is up on her feet instantly, yawning as she scratches the back of her neck. She makes her way through your home, smiling softly at all the little trinkets you have set around on different shelves and tables.

But when she finally finds herself in your kitchen, and spots you, you’ve taken her breath away.

The window near your counter lets the warm glow of the sun hit you perfectly, sun rays shining through your hair and onto your pretty features. The song you’re humming softly is the sweetest melody she’s ever heard in her entire life, and your clothes are simple, but they’re making her fucking swoon.

It all feels so domestic, like she’s waking up to you, her girl, in the kitchen of your sweet home, and it’s enough to make her head spin.

It almost feels like nothings ever changed.

You’re too lost in your own thoughts as you slip a few more lemon slices into the pitcher before you bring your wooden spoon into it and stir it once more, finally happy with the drink. You don’t even hear Ellie when she’s approaching you from behind, strong hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you against her chest. You gasp softly, almost forgetting that the girl was in your house for a moment.

Your eyes flutter shut as you let her hold you. She’s lifting you up and into her body to the point that your toes almost leave the floor, her face pressing into your neck as she inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo.

She brings a hand up, pushing your hair back so she’s able to press soft kisses to your neck. The feeling of her lips against your skin makes you whine.

“Morning, blossom…” she hums. Her voice is raspy, and deep and still thick with sleep. It makes you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it softly, and you can’t help but close your eyes and tilt your head to the side to give her better access to your neck, silently begging for more of her kisses.

It’s when you feel one of her strong hands slipping under your shirt and toying with the waist of your denim shorts that you open your eyes and quickly clear your throat, stepping away from her grip as you turn around.

You almost wish you’d stayed in her arms, because Ellie looks like a fucking dream right now.

Her hair is messy, and her eyes are puffy from sleep, lips pouting from the lack of you in her arms. Her t shirt is hanging loosely on her body, boxers low on her waist. She looks like something you would’ve assumed only existed within the depths of your fantasies, and nowhere in the real world.

Yet here she was, standing right in front of you, arms already reaching out and begging for you to be pressed against her.

You quickly step grab the pitcher of lemonade and hold it between the two of you, acting as a form of separation, one that would keep her away from you for at least a few seconds longer. You knew that it you let her hold you the way she did, or even come any closer, you’d fold.

“I um…thought you’d be thirsty…so I…made you some lemonade”

Ellie frowns as she watches you stutter, a habit that seemed to be the most present whenever you were nervous or hiding something. She could still recall the time when you and Joel were planning a surprise birthday party for her eighteenth, and she questioned you on why you’d been so absent for the past month or so. You were a babbling mess, avoiding eye contact, trying your best to get out of being in rooms alone with her, anything so that you could be free of the guilt that came with keeping something from her.

Just like you were now, babbling, eyes blinking rapidly as you looked everywhere but her eyes.

Her eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as she watches you for a moment longer, she opens her mouth to say something, but you’re already reaching behind her and grabbing two glasses and bringing them to your little kitchen table.

She watches you as you move, your focus now on the two glasses as you fill them up. She settles on leaving it alone for now, mainly because she’d like to just focus on you right now.

She moves to sit down at the table, but it doesn’t go without her hand sliding against your waist, her tattooed arm wrapping around it as she presses a kiss to your head. “You alright baby?” She mumbles against your hair, giving your skin a gentle squeeze before she moves to sit down, her green eyes never leaving your face as she takes her glass into hand.

It makes it feel like you’ll lose your footing, the way she’s so quickly comfortable enough to do these things to you, say these things to you, like she never even left you in the first place. It’s all too quick, and it makes you feel like you’re the happiest girl in the world, all while being the saddest.

You have to get away from her, you can’t be anywhere near her.

You quickly clear your throat, giving her a quick nod as you grab your glass and move over to your sink, which is opposite of the kitchen table. Her eyebrows furrow again as she watches you flee her touch, and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

You’re quite literally flinching away from her touch as if you’re afraid of her, and it makes her anxiety settle in with each passing moment.

You stand near the sink, staring into the glass filled with lemonade, a lemon wedge floating around in the surface as you find it far more interesting to stare into it rather than looking into Ellie’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” She questions, one of her hands resting on her thigh as she watches you. The worry in her voice is enough to make you wince, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before you exhale loudly, looking up so that you’re now staring out your window, the calm morning breeze swaying through the trees calming you for a moment before you speak.

“I can’t do this, Ellie.” You mumble softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Your tone has Ellie on her feet before you can even finish, your kitchen table scraping against the wooden floor as she pushes it back so she can stand. You’ve barely even said anything, or given any explanation to what it is that you’re even talking about, but she already knows.

“What do you mean? You said last night that you were okay with this…with us-“ you cut her off quickly, the words falling from her lips too hard to listen to.

“I know….what I said Ellie…I just…” you sigh sadly, hands gripping the edge of your counter as you try to compose yourself. It doesn’t help that Ellie is by your side, her body towering over yours as she stares down at you. One of her hands come down to brush your hair away from your face, trying to get a better view of your expression as her other hand comes down to grip your hip gently, massaging the skin gently.

Despite you telling her you can’t be with her, she’s still there, comforting you and helping you get the words out. It makes it hurt even more.

She leans down, pressing a kiss to your head. “Say it…” she mumbles softly against your hair. Her words leave a chill down your spine, because her tone isn’t malicious or even angry, she knows she’s getting what she deserves, and she knows that you deserve to get it out.

You lick your lips, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before you turn to face her, your eyes finally looking up into hers. It makes your breath shudder, because they’re holding so much pain, and confusion and it makes you hate yourself for doing this.

“It is as just…a lot…seeing you for the first time in so long…I wasn’t thinking and…and you don’t even live here anymore, Ellie. How are we even supposed to do this? I let you stick around and fuck me until it’s time for you to leave again? And then it’s back to how it was? I don’t even know you anymore…I can’t…I won’t do it.” You sigh out, your words are stern and there’s no getting through to you, and Ellie can see that.

You feel your eyes burn with hot tears, and you don’t even care. You inhale deeply as they spill out onto your cheeks, gently grabbing Ellie’s hands from your hips and removing them so they’re now hanging down by her own legs.

“I deserve better, Ellie…and you aren’t that” you whimper out. The words are like fire on your tongue, burning your insides and setting your heart ablaze as you stare at her. It hurts to even say it out loud, but it’s the truth, you both know it.

Ellie’s own green eyes pool up with tears, the whites of her eyes going red as she inhales deeply. She knew it was all too good to be true, too much of a fantasy to indulge in. She didn’t deserve your kindness, she didn’t deserve your forgiveness, she knew that for a long time.

It was just nice to pretend that she did for a moment.

Ellie knows deep down, that she’d do anything to beat the obstacles that would’ve came with being with you. The distance, trust, making it all up to you, she would’ve done it all. You’d never been anything less than the girl that she wanted to grow old and grey with.

You both new that.

She licks her lips, looking down at her feet for a moment before she gives you a nod. She can’t make this any harder for you than it’s already been. You do deserve better, and as much as she feels she can provide only the best for you, she can’t put you through anymore pain than she already has.

“I’ll um…I’ll let myself out…” she nods to herself, her words barely above a whisper in fear that it’ll break through her tears, and she’ll crumble onto her knees, begging you to give her the chance that she didn’t deserve.

You inhale deeply, looking away from the girl as you nod. Any longer staring into those big, sad eyes, and you would’ve crumbled with her, holding her in your arms and telling her it had always been her, and that you’d give her a million chances if she wanted them.

But you needed to do right for yourself, you had to put your foot down.

Ellie disappears upstairs, grabbing her jeans and her sneakers and getting dressed in silence. She takes in the details of your room, knowing that it would be the last time that she sees this intimate side of you. It’s one of the things she regretted the most, not taking in the little things about you leading up to when she left, it made it harder to remember them down the road.

You don’t move from your spot until she comes back, because it’s hard to retain the last twenty four hours that you’ve experienced. It feels bizarre and unreal and it feels like a disturbingly realistic dream. You feel like you can’t move, like you’re suddenly glued to the floor.

Ellie’s foot steps padding against your floor breaks you away from that feeling, and you’re quickly on your feet and walking her towards the door. It’s awkward and strange and it feels like she wasn’t just grabbing you and pulling you into her body mere moments ago.

Before Ellie walks out of your door, she quickly turns around eyes scanning over your living room for a moment before she moved over to the little brown wooden entrance table near your door.

Along with a small bowl holding your keys, there was a little note pad and a little red pen. Without skipping another beat, she grabbed it, jotting down her number. She cleared her throat as she handed it to you, eyes down casted before she spoke. “My um…my number…feel free to call or text or..whatever you want. I’ll always answer” she reassures.

You stare at the little note for a moment, chewing your bottom lip before you sigh softly. “Ellie you really don’t have to do that-“ she cuts you off, stepping forward and grabbing your hand, turning it over before she pushes the paper into your hand, closing it around it.

“I don’t wanna be strangers anymore..even if we can’t be together in the way I’d want…I miss you…i’ll take you in any way you’ll let me have you…” she sighs out, her tone pleading with you.

You finally stare up into her eyes, and you know she’s telling the truth. You lick your lips, looking down at the little note scribbled in her hand writing, paired with a little smiley face at the end.

“Maybe we could go out sometimes…as friends or something” she adds on, weary of the way you’ve been completely silent this entire time.

You let out a soft sigh before you give her a slow nod, your finger tips gently running along the numbers on the paper before you finally look up at her, giving her a soft, sad smile. “Yeah…I’d like that, Ellie” you speak softly to her.

Despite it being far from what she wants, she gives you a soft smile. She nods with you, staring at you for a moment longer before she nods her head towards the door. “I’d better head out then…I’ll see you around?” She says almost hopefully, scared that it’ll be yet another promise you’ve made that you aren’t sure you want to keep or not.

You smile softly, giving her a reassuring nod. You’re leaning against the front door, watching her as she walks out to her car. She feels like she’ll pass out at any moment, because it’s like the universe is playing a cruel joke on her. The most beautiful girl in the entire fucking world is the one she can’t have, and seeing you leaned up against the door, sun shining down on you like you’re a goddess in the flesh.

She’s surprised she didn’t fall over with a nose bleed.

“I’ll….text you Ellie” you sigh out, and your words alone have Ellie grinning from ear to ear. She almost trips over her own feet as she walks backwards towards her car, causing you to giggle.

She quickly grabs onto the handle of the car, giving you a nod. “Yeah! Yes, um…I’ll answer!” She tries, smoothing down her t shirt to try and come off as cool as possible. You smile softly as you nod, giving the girl a small wave.

It’s all bitter sweet, the smiles on both your face and hers, the way you’re leaning against your door watching her get into her cat and leave, the dreamy look in your eyes as you watch as her car pulls out of your drive way. It all feels too much like a dream, like things had never changed, and everything you had ever wanted was all yours.

But it isn’t, Ellie isn’t yours and you aren’t hers. That was the decision you made, and you were sticking to it.

You huff loudly as you tug yet another dress of your body a bit too roughly.

Nothing looked right, everything looked wrong, and you had to be at Joel’s house within the next hour for the party he was throwing for Ellie.

It had been about a week since the entire situation with Ellie had happened, and as hollow as it made your heart feel, things between the two of you had been surprisingly good. You and her texted often, keeping things as friendly as possible. Apart from the numerous times Ellie tried flirting with you. You’d even gone as far as meeting with her and Joel for dinner sometime within the week. During which, Joel had mentioned that he was throwing a welcome home party for Ellie, and he expected you to be there.

And before you knew it, Friday was upon you. Your hair and makeup was already done, yet you had no idea what the hell to put on. You huffed loudly in annoyance as you threw a denim skirt across your room, stepping forward to rummage through your closet once again before the sound of your phone buzzing caught your attention.

You raised your eyebrows as you turned around, looking at your phone on its spot upon your bed. You roll your eyes playfully as you step forward a bit and realize it’s Ellie.

Ellie: do u know what ur gonna wear?

You sigh softly as you look at your mess of a closet for a brief moment before you begin typing away at your phone.

You: not a clue. U?

Ellie: birthday suit. Wanna twin?

You: do u want me to block u?

Ellie: jeez relax

Ellie: was just a suggestion 🙄

Ellie: srsly tho, u comin soon?

You: soon as I figure out what to wear

Ellie: hurry up. People are already here and I need someone to talk shit with

You: yes ur majesty

Ellie: oh I like that

You: I’ll send these messages to ur dad

Ellie: are u telling on me?

You: bye Ellie

Ellie: byeeeeeee

And that’s what your relationship consisted of. Witty back and forth texts with the occasional flirting that you’d have to shut down every once in a while. It felt…simple, easy, like there was no complicated history between the two of you and you could just be friends who would talk shit sometimes.

It made it feel easier to be around her.

You let out a soft sigh before you turn towards your closet once again, tossing your phone onto your bed and tackling the issue at hand that was finding an outfit for Ellie’s party.

About twenty minutes more of rummaging through your closet, you settle on a black lace table top, one that falls a bit frilly towards the end, a pair of blue jeans, and black sandals. You sigh softly as you look into the mirror, giving your hair a few more shakes and cleaning up any access lip liner around your lips before you grab your purse and make your way over to Joel and Ellie’s house.

When you get to Joel’s house, you aren’t sure you’d ever seen so many cars lined up against the curb.

Ellie had always been a town favorite, and it’s no shocker that everyone would wanna get in on the action of seeing her now that she was back.

You inhale deeply as you stare up at the house, for a moment a feeling of uncertainty washing over you. Regardless of the fact that you and Ellie were on speaking terms, it was still hard to shake the uneasy feeling that came with being around her. It made your heart rate quicken, made your palms sweaty, your hands shaky. It was an overwhelming full body experience that no matter how much you tried to shake, you couldn’t.

But, you promised you’d be there. You let out a soft sigh before you wiped your palms against the rough denim of your jeans, shaking away your nervous before you walked up the steps to the house, and let yourself inside.

You can’t remember the last time Joel’s house was so lively. Anytime within the last few months that you’d been there had been quiet, and it was only ever the two of you. Joel preferred it that way, keeping things quiet and more intimate. He just for some reason had a thing with home coming parties

As soon as you’re in the house, various familiar faces are coming towards you and greeting you with smiling faces. You smile softly as you embrace a few of them, allowing them to calm your nerves for a brief moment before you have to see Ellie.

But before those thoughts can even begin to disperse in your mind, Ellie is cutting the conversation she was having short, because her eye had been on the front door the entire night, waiting for the moment that the person behind it would be you.

It almost makes her angry, because you never fail to take her breath away. You’re supposed to be her friend and she’s gawking at you from the moment you set foot in her house. She licks her lips, eyes raking down your form as she brings the red solo cup to her lips, her other arm reaching out and circling your waist to pull you into a hug.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth as she pushes you flush against her body. She’s not drunk, but she’s certainly warmed up enough to grab you as she pleases. You can’t help but giggle softly as she holds you before you press your hands to her chest, pushing her away from your body. “Already broken into dads liquor cabinet I see?” You tease her.

She rolls her eyes playfully before she looks down into her cup before taking another sip. “Had no choice, he spent way too much fuckin money on whiskey for me…said he wanted the good stuff” she groans out. You smile softly as you nod, looking down into the cup with her before your eyes scan the room for the man in question.

“Where is he anyways? I wanna say hello” you breath out, your voice slightly raised as you lean into her a bit so that she’s able to hear you over the chatter of party goers conversations and the low music playing in the background.

Her eyes drift down towards your face as you look around for her father, licking her own lips as she takes in your pretty features for a moment before she looks up with you, catching sight of her dad across the room chatting up some work friends. “Probably talking about building decks and the game coming up…boring stuff…meaning you’d much rather hang with me” she mumbles out nonchalantly. You roll your eyes as you give her a nudge, your palm pressing against her chest.

She smirks softly as she watches you. You’d both fallen into such a comfortable relationship, regardless of the fact that her heart yearned for you whenever you were near, and every time other than that. She was at least grateful for the way you were around her now.

“You have an entire house of people here to see you, and talk to you…I won’t hog” you nod to yourself, and it makes her want to whine.

She’d trade every single person in that room for you, any fucking day.

“You’ll catch up later though, yeah?” She questions, her big eyes looking down into yours and practically begging for the reassurance that she so desperately needed. That had become a common thing for her, constantly asking you for reassurance that you’d text her or that you’d come back around to see her later on.

You know why she does it, she’s scared you’ll leave her. She’s scared you won’t keep your promise of sticking around and you’ll realize that this isn’t right, and she doesn’t even deserve you as a friend.

She’s scared you’ll do to her what she did to you.

But you always reassure her. You always give her that little act of devotion that she doesn’t deserve, yet you always feel the need to give her. You smile softly as you look up at her, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. “I’ll come and find you” you promise, and you can physically see relief wash over her. She smiles softly with you as she nods, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ before you set out to go find Joel.

Joel’s face lights up the exact same way Ellie’s does when he spots you, excusing himself from the conversation with his friends as he pulls you into a big bear hug. “There’s my girl…was starting’ to think you weren’t comin’ kid” he breaths out, and you can practically hear the smile on his face as he holds you close.

You giggle softly as you hug him back before you nod. “M’sorry, Joel…the walk is pretty long” you admit, leaving out the part where you ruined your entire bedroom searching for an outfit that was good enough.

Your words make him groan. “I told you kid, I could’ve came and picked you up. Don’t like you walkin’ home so late at night” he sighs out. You giggle softly, the prominent frown on his brow making it clear how annoyed he was with you doing that. “This town is harmless Joel. Plus, you’re celebrating with Ellie, I knew you’d wanna have a drink or two…I’ll be fine” you reassure him, giving his arm a playful punch.

He sighed softly, nodding slowly. “If you say so…but if you change your mind I’m sure one of my buddies wouldn’t mine taking you home” he promises, and you give him a nod paired with a soft smile. “I’ll keep that in mind Joel..” you smile up at him before you turn your attention to the party, smiling softly at what Joel had managed to put together.

“The place looks great by the way…you sure know how to throw a party old man” you praise him, causing his eyes to crinkle towards the edges as he smiles proudly. He nods in agreement as he brings his cup to his lips. “Looks good, right? Ellie said it was too much but…with her first time back and all..wanted to make it a good one” he breaths out before he looks down at you.

“M’really happy you made it kid. You don’t know how much it means to her” his voice drops a bit as he looks down at you, and you look up at him. His eyes are filled with genuine gratitude, the ones he looked at you with every time he saw you and Ellie together when you were younger. It was as if he was thanking you for loving his daughter, despite everything that had happened.

You smile softly up at him before you nod, looking down as you toy with the rings on your fingers. It all felt like too much, like you were given credit for something you didn’t deserve. You inhaled deeply before you nodded your head towards the kitchen. “M’gonna get something to drink…I’ll be around” you promise him, and he smiles softly as he nods, giving your back a soft, gentle rub before he goes back to his friends.

And those are the two longest conversations you have for the night. You decide to lay low, babysitting the drink that you’d made for yourself which consisted of whatever soda you could and the cheapest liquor that Joel had, because you didn’t want to use io the expensive stuff he’d bought for Ellie.

You float around from the living room, to the front porch, and the kitchen, choosing not to stay in one place for too long at one time. You have gentle smiles and small waves to people you knew from town, the drink in your hand giving you the warmth to not feel embarrassed when fleeing the conversation too quickly.

You do it, because you know that no matter what, you and Ellie would gravitate towards one another within the night. It was inevitable, because you were both drinking and if her eyes weren’t on you, yours were on her, and you had to make it a point to not make your way around her at all.

Because you knew it wouldn’t end well.

About an hour or two into the party, you’re leaned up against the island in Joel’s kitchen. You were working on your second drink, quietly sipping away at with your chin leaned into your palm, humming softly to the music that was playing.

Joel had made his way towards you within the night, checking in on you and making sure you were okay and had whatever you needed or wanted.

He leans up against the counter with you, his forearms resting against the wooden top as he leans into you a bit. “Why do I keep findin’ you hidin’ in a corner? You’re not havin’ fun?” He’s only half teasing you. The other half of his question is genuine, and you can’t help but feel bad that he’s worried about you, and why you’re not socializing.

You smile softly as you shake your head, bringing your red cup to your lips and taking another sip before you speak. “I’ve never been a social butterfly…you know that” you hum softly, and it’s true. You’ve never been one to party too hard or speak too much. Sure, you had your fair share of it all in college, but it was all done with the gentle shove of your friends behind you. You were an introvert through and through, who simply had a few extrovert tendencies whenever it counted.

But that was only half the truth.

The rest of it, was that you were in deed hiding from something, two somethings actually.

You didn’t mean to see it, or even catch it, although saying it that way made it sound like she was doing something wrong or something she shouldn’t have been, which was far from the truth. Joel had really gone as far as extending an invitation to anyone he saw in town, and urged them to spread the word to whoever they wanted. In that, came various familiar faces that you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Amongst those faces, was a girl named Jade.

Jade became a prominent name during your high school years. Before you and Ellie began dating, it was no secret that the girl had been crushing on Ellie for quite some time. Ellie told you she noticed it all during the third grade, said that Jade would pass her notes or ask her to be her valentine, but she never truly paid it any mind, because she didn’t see Jade that way.

And when you started dating, the flirty eyes never really stopped. You’d always catch Jade ogling Ellie, whispering things to her friends when you’d walk past, laughing loudly to make sure you knew they were talking about you. You knew it wasn’t anything against you, it was for the simple fact that Jade wanted something that you had. In fact, when you’d return to town, Jade had even made it a point to pull you aside and apologize to you one day when you were running errands in town. You could tell she was genuine, and that it was all petty little high school games, and you considered her to be somewhat of a friend in your new life there.

And you never once accused Ellie of wanting Jade, because you always felt secure with her. Despite everything that Ellie had put you through, you’d never label her a cheater.

But seeing them both on the couch, Jade whispering something into Ellie’s ear, Ellie’s arm draped across the couch behind Jade, the two of them looking far too much like a couple for comfort. It put a dull, burning feeling inside your stomach. It made your heartbeat loud inside of your head and it felt like all the blood was rushing to your head. It was too much, and you couldn’t be around to watch.

But you’d never tell Joel that.

He somehow already knows that it’s what’s on your mind, because he’s leaning into you and his voice is dropping lower in volume so that no one but you will hear. “She’s just bein’ polite, you know…doesn’t mean anything…” he’s trying to reassure you, as if it would ease the blow.

You sigh softly, shaking your head as you bring your cup up to your lips, taking a sip of the flattening soda and the bitter alcohol, the flavor making you wince a bit. “Doesn’t matter if she’s being polite, or if she likes her…it’s none of my business…I’m just here because you asked me to be” you mumble out as you swirl the drink in the cup, staring down into it as you have a half shrug.

Joel sighed sadly as he watched you. Regardless of the fact that he knew Ellie was wrong for what she did, he knew his daughter, and he knew that she was just being young and reckless when she did what she did. He’d always been rooting for the two of you, secretly hoping that some how, some day, you’d find it in your heart to forgive his daughter, and give her the privilege of loving you.

His eyes drifted over towards Ellie for a moment, watching as the girl leaned in and whispered something in her ear, her hand resting on Ellie’s thigh. It was enough to make him roll his eyes, which prompted you to giggle softly. Alcohol always brought out the sassy side of the man.

“Im tellin’ you kid, if you went over there right now, you’d have her full attention” His words make you laugh dryly, shaking your head as you down the rest of your drink, tilting your head back to get all of it into your mouth before you toss it into the nearby trash.

“Maybe. But I’m not gonna stick around to test that theory” you breath out, your words slow and soft from the affects of the liquor in your system. Joel raises his eyebrows as he watches you, frowning softly.

“Leavin’ already? You sure about that?” He tries, his attempt at trying to get you to stay not so casual. You hum softly as you nod, leaning against the opposite side of the counter as you looked over at Joel with heavy eyes.

“I wanna get out of here while I can still walk…plus I don’t wanna keep you from your friends” you nodded towards the various people that Joel had left throughout the night to check on you. It made you feel bad, because he truly was the only person you felt okay with speaking to throughout the night, and the guilt you felt knowing you were pulling him away from his guests was something you could’ve easily gone without.

He sighed softly as he shook his head. “You know I’d rather spend time with you kid, don’t mind them” you’re already waving your hand lazily as you practically shoo him away, giving him a soft smile as you shake your head. “It’s way past my bed time anyways Joel….I’ll see you next week” you reassure him, and he knows there’s no convincing you.

He sighs gently before he gives you a soft nod, telling you to get home safe to which you assure him you will.

On your way towards the door, various people are calling after you. Telling you that it’s far too early for you to check out, you’re even sure a few hands grab your own, trying to tug you back. You simply give a soft giggle as you wave them off, telling them you have work to do at home.

It isn’t until a strong hand wraps around your waist when your hand is on the door, that you completely stop.

There’s no question on who it is, the feeling of Ellie’s hands having been burned into your brain from the last time she was with you. You can’t help but whine softly in annoyance, because you know that’s it’s her, and you know that there’s no reason for her to have gotten up from where she was sitting to stop you.

She’s the entire reason you’re leaving anyways.

Ellie’s tugging at your waist to turn you around, needing to see your face. The whine you let out makes her sigh softly. Once she’s gotten you to turn around, you’re rolling your eyes at her.

“What is it now, Ellie?” You sigh out tiredly, and it makes the girl frown. You sound like you’re over it, and tired of her, and like the only thing you truly want to do in that moment is go home.

“You’re leaving already? I thought…you said you’d come and find me later” she mumbles, her voice desperate and confused. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief as you watch her before you inhale deeply, giving her a half shrug. “I’m just tired, Ellie…it’s best if I go home now” you nod, trying to turn around and end the conversation short. You truly did not have the energy to deal with any of it, your emotions, the jealousy you felt, her.

She frowns further as you try to leave, her hand grabbing your wrist and stopping you from leaving before she speaks up again. “Is it..are you leaving because of Jade? Because her and I weren’t doing anything I swear-“ you let out a soft giggle, but it doesn’t sound friendly or even happy. You’re quite literally over it.

“Why are you explaining yourself to me? I’m nothing to you, Ellie. You can be with whoever you want, it has nothing to do with me” you breath out, and the words you’re saying are breaking Ellie’s heart.

She thought she had it all planned out. She wanted to just…make you a little jealous, get your attention in the slightest bit. She was running out of options, and doing some harmless flirting seemed to be the way she’d get you to her. She wanted you to stomp over to her and Jade on the couch, and demand that she come upstairs with you.

But when she simply saw your shoulders deflate from the kitchen, and you made your way to her front door, she knew she’d made a mistake.

It was starting to feel like that’s all she could do, make mistakes. Every thing she did, or said was always the wrong thing. The worst possible option for her to make was the one she always followed through with.

And she hated herself for it.

And she couldn’t even say anything to you. She just stared down at you as you waited for her to say something. You let out a tired sigh before you grab her hand gently, prying it away from her wrist. “Have fun with her…you deserve it” you sigh out, giving her a sad smile before you turn around once again to leave.

But this time, Ellie doesn’t stop you.

Because she isn’t sure how to reverse what she’s done. Nothing has gone the way she’s wanted it to, and what she thought would bring you two closer together has merely driven a wedge between you instead. She frowned as she watched you open the front door to her house.

Before you leave, you give her a small wave, and she can see in your eyes how much this has all taken out of you, how much life she had sucked out of you and left you dry. Despite all that she’d done, you still had it in your to leave with a sweet smile and a wave.

It was like she couldn’t do anything right, and seeing you leave and walk out of her home once again was breaking her heart.

She was letting you walk out again, and she felt utterly hopeless.

As she watched you leave, she promised herself that she would do everything in her power to make things right, to do right by you and be the girl that you deserved.

She was going to fight for you, no matter what.

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Bad Guy - Leah Williamson

Based on a request for more Angsty Leah

This ended up a lot different and longer than I expected it to. There is the potential for a part two if there is interest.

“Never have I ever, cheated on someone,” Ella spoke.

The lionesses playing the drinking game with water at their team bonding night, everyone spread out in the small hotel room. The night had moved from card games and movies to the game of Never Have I Ever to get to know each other a little more.

A few took bashful sips, admitting their previous infidelity, all looking guilty about their actions. Leah scoffed when she noticed Y/N does not take a sip.

“Seems fitting this is a question you choose to lie about,” the blonde rolls her eyes.

“I’m not lying,” Y/N mutters, keeping her head down, hoping someone else will continue the game and the attention would be taken off her.

Leah opens her mouth to bite back, “whatever,” she sneers instead when Millie sharply elbows her in the side.

The room sits in awkward silence for a moment, no one knowing what to say. Most wanted to ask more questions about the interaction, having never seen the either woman be anything but professional towards each other since their friendship had fallen apart only a few months ago.

“Umm, never have I ever, broken a bone,” Jordan spoke up to end the tense silence. She knew it would draw the attention off Y/N, so many of the players wanting to compete with who had the coolest or worst injury story.

Y/N played a few more rounds before quietly slipping out of the room. No one noticing until they hear the click of the door.

“Time for bed!” Millie was quick to usher everyone out of her before anyone could question Leah about her tense interaction with Y/N.

No one knew the cause of the fallout between the two friends. They had been friends since staring on the youth teams years ago, thick as thieves early on. Then, suddenly, Y/N was being sent on loan to Arsenal from Aston Villa and Leah wanted nothing to do with her best friend. Jordan and Rachel avoided Y/N their first international break after the loan, but seemed fine the next camp, both giving the older girl sympathetic looks. Leah would remain professional with her former best friend, but it was apparent something significant occurred within Y/N’s loan.

“Sorry,” Y/N mumbled as she almost walked into Leah as she walked out of the bathroom as Leah entered their shared room. Because of course they would be roomed together. Staff didn’t realize the tension in the friendship, leaving them paired as they normally were.

“I bet you are,” her tone saturated with in sarcasm, “nothing but lies coming out of your mouth.”

“I never cheated Leah,” Y/N whispered, standing at the end of her bed, face crumpling while she tried to convey her honesty to the blonde.

“Cut the shit, Y/N. I was there that night; we all saw you with that girl at the bar. We saw you fighting with Sydney before you left,” Leah squared her shoulders to confront Y/N, she wasn’t going to let Y/N deny her infidelity anymore.

“I know,” Y/N couldn’t meet the blondes eye, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, “but, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“It wasn’t what it looked like,” Leah mocked her.

“I know it’s cliché, but It really wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Yeah? So what was it supposed to look like? Because, what it looked like, was you fighting with your girlfriend, then getting into a car of girls, and me being left with your crying girlfriend.”

“I didn’t get in the car,” Y/N whispered, but Leah wasn’t listening.

“That you kicked her out of your house only to show up at Arsenal. Single at that too!”

She glared Y/N down, eyes set, and jaw clenched, waiting for Y/N to answer. Sydney had been Y/N’s girlfriend of two years, the couple living together for one. She had grown close with the blonde, the pair loving to team up to make fun of Y/N. Sydney was the liaison for the marketing company for Aston Villa.

“I didn’t cheat, I didn’t get in the car that night,” Y/N repeated.

She knew how that night appeared to anyone watching on. That it easily appeared like Y/N and her girlfriend gotten into a fight, leaving her at the bar to get into a car full of girls. That she left her girlfriend in another city and moved to another team to avoid dealing with the consequences of her actions.

Leah continued to stare Y/N down, “if you want me to believe that, then what was it supposed to look like?”

Y/N let out a long sigh, scraping both hands down her face. She wanted to defend herself, to tell Leah the truth, but telling the truth also meant baring Sydney’s actions and she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that.

“I found out after the game that Villa wasn’t going to extend my contract. But they wanted to do whatever they could to squeeze as much money out of me before I left. They told a few teams interested that I was getting re-signed, even though I wasn’t, so that teams would bid for the loan rights. They hoped teams would sign the loan, then get a big transfer fee next season.”

Leah softened slightly, she couldn’t imagine being regarded only as a price tag, “this doesn’t have anything to with you supposedly not cheating.”

“I told Sydney before we went out. She didn’t really understand, hell I didn’t understand it, but she was mad because she thought it meant I was asking to be loaned out. When we went to the bar to get another round, she told me she was going to move out and went back to the table before I could say anything.”

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed with a defeated sigh, she might as well tell the whole story. She didn’t want to potentially ruin Leah’s friendship with Sydney, but she also couldn’t risk this to continue to put strain on their professional relationship.

“I thought that meant she didn’t want me around, so I decided to go home, let you guys enjoy the night. On the way out, there was a group of girls trying to get their friend in the backseat of the car to leave, but she was too drunk to stand, so I helped them. She got in the car, they left, and I went home.”

“But your car was still at the pub.”

“I walked; Sydney had the keys.”

Leah crossed her arms while she analyzed what Y/N told her. It was possible Y/N helped the group of girls, she always helped people around her. Y/N had hurt her wrist during the game and probably wouldn’t have been able to handle the gear shift to drive.

Taking the older girl in, Leah could see how tired she genuinely looked. How it looked like a struggle to just keep herself sitting upright and bags under her eyes when she would briefly make eye contact.

“She didn’t come home until the next afternoon.”

“She stayed with Jordan,” Leah snapped, she wasn’t going to let Y/N imply Sydney cheated to make herself sound better.

“I know,” Y/N nodded, “Jordan called me that night to yell at me when Sydney showed up there upset.”

Leah smiled a bit, she knew how protective Jordan could be and could imagine the earful she would have given Y/N, “good, you deserved it.”

“Damnit Leah, I didn’t cheat, and I didn’t kick her out!”

Y/N stood abruptly from the bed, frowning. Leah dropped her arms, mouth opening in shock at the sudden shift in Y/N.

“She broke up with me! She cheated! She told she found someone better, more attractive, that she never really found me attractive. I lived in a hotel for two weeks before Villa sent me to Arsenal like I was nothing!”

Y/N begun pacing the room.

“I had to miss training so I could pack my bags while she was at work. She got the house and everything in it and all I have is a couple bags and a few boxes.”

Leah didn’t know any of that. Sydney had told her Y/N kicked her out of the house and she believed it. And she certainly never said anything about seeing someone else. It was starting to be clear that Leah truly didn’t know the full story, or at least, not the true story.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

Y/N deflated at the question, sinking back down on the edge of the bed, “she was your friend too, I didn’t want to ruin that.”

Any anger the defender felt was gone now. Y/N had spent months protecting Sydney even though she didn’t deserve it. She had been taking the brunt of Leah’s anger without saying anything for months.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I – “

“It’s alright. It was easier to be the bad guy in her story than fight it.”

Leah made her way across the room, sitting next to Y/N, her whole body pressing into Y/N’s side.

“It’s not alright, you took so much of my anger when you didn’t deserve any of it. You took Jordan and Rachels too.”

Leah sounded astonished when she spoke, realizing how terrible Y/N had been treated. That she tolerated everyone’s accusations and criticisms while dealing with the truth of the breakup and club loan alone. Y/N should have been angry at everyone and should have told them all the truth about her breakup.

“They figured it out when they took her for drinks,” Y/N shrugged and Leah could tell she was trying to detach herself while telling the story, “She showed up with her new girlfriend. I wasn’t even at Arsenal yet.”

Leah shook her head. She was so angry at herself now. How could she believe someone she knew two years over her best friend she had known for fifteen? She had been so blinded by her anger, she let herself be manipulated into believing her best friend would have done anything like that.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” Y/N pushed herself up.

Leah launched herself from the bed and into Y/N’s side, pinning her arms in place in a tight bear hug, “I am so, so sorry Y/N.”

“it’s alright, really.”

“It’s not!” Leah pulled away but kept her grip on Y/N’s and forced her to face her, “you went through all of that alone and you let yourself be the bad guy when you shouldn’t have.”

Y/N tried to pull away only for Leah to tighten her grip, one hand clasping the back of her neck so they are forced to meet eyes, “I cannot apologize enough for how I have been to you, but I want to make it up to you.”

“You don’t need to make it up to me. I just want us to go back to being friends.”

The blonde eagerly nodded at that, letting Y/N pull away this time to settle into bed.

Leah rushed to complete her bedtime routine before sliding into her own bed. She settles on her side to look over at Y/N facing away from her, chest rising and falling steadily, fast asleep.

Incessant buzzing wakes Leah far too early the next morning. Y/N mutters soft swears while frantically trying to silence the device and hide the bright screen to avoid waking her roommate.

The buzzing stops as Y/N throws a hoodie on and is leaving the room as the buzzing starts again. Leah can hear Y/N speaking in the hallway now, she tries to stay awake to make sure everything is alright but sleep quickly wins. Y/N isn’t in the room when she wakes again a few hours later. She gets ready for team breakfast and sits on her bed, waiting for Y/N to return, before rushing out the room when she realizes she’ll be late otherwise.

Y/N is already seated at a table away from everyone when she gets downstairs. She has her knees tucked up on the edge of her chair with her chin resting on them and a coffee cup clasped in both hands against her chest. Even across the room, Leah can see how exhausted she looks.

After making a plate, she begins to make her way towards Y/N but is stopped by a hand tugging her to a stop. Jordan shaking her head ‘no’, telling her to leave Y/N alone for the time being. Leah looks back over, debating if she should listen or not. Sighing, she settles next to the midfielder. They’re friendship just starting to be repaired.

“She told you the truth about Sydney,” it isn’t a question.

Leah nods slowly, unsure why it matters.

“Did you say anything to Sydney when you found out?”

Nodding again slowly, “I texted her when Y/N went to sleep and said I was upset she hadn’t told me the truth.”

Jordan clenched her jaw and nodded too, “Sydney is pissed.”

Leah quickly pulled her phone out to see If she had missed a message, furrowing her brow when she hadn’t.

“Not at you. She’ll take it out on Y/N.”

Her eyes quickly shot over to Y/N. Y/N’s phone was face down on the table, but she was staring intensely at it.

“That was the phone call,” she realized.

The midfielder nodded, already seeming to know what the morning had been like for Y/N.

“Even though they broke up months ago, she still texts Y/N almost every day. She’s,” Jordan pauses while she considers her words, “cruel with everything she has to say.”

“What do you mean?”

Jordan glances around the table, when she sees no one is paying attention to them she continues, “at first, she was mad Y/N wouldn’t stay her friend. Then it was that she turned Rachel and me against her. But it’s mostly attacking anything about her; her looks, her career, mocks her for being single or being upset with what happened. She’s truly ruthless.”

Leah is disgusted when she hears what someone she considered a friend was doing to Y/N. Guilt settling deep in her gut at how wrong she had been about the whole situation. Jordan can see the thoughts she once had pass across Leah’s face while she watches Y/N toss her phone back down.

“Rach and I thought the same too. She was convincing when she told us what Y/N supposedly did, I think she believes it herself that she didn’t do anything wrong. She was confused when we didn’t understand how she had the house and a new girlfriend while Y/N was stuck in a hotel in a new city.”

“How long did she have to stay in a hotel once she got to London?”

“She’s still in a hotel,” Jordan shakes her head. She knew Y/N had been so battered down, that she didn’t think Arsenal would keep her around long enough to make a flat wroth it.

Fortunately, there isn’t much time during the day for players to be on their phones. But during the breaks they do have, Y/N slinks away from the group to skim her few new messages. Each time she returns to the group, Leah can see her force a smile on her face, convincing everyone around she is fine. She does manage to put on a good show of being alright, but Leah can see right through the fraudulent smile and forced laughs.

Y/N’s phone vibrates on the night stand that night while she goes through her nightly routine in the bathroom. Leah ignores the first message, only for several more to follow, glancing at the screen she sees Sydney’s name.

“Sorry, I meant to silence it,” Y/N apologizes, and she takes it off the nightstand.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” the defender dismisses her, “Jordan said she’s pretty mean. I didn’t know she still messaged you, if I had, I wouldn’t have texted her last night.”

Y/N glances at the blonde, nodding slowly, before shrugging her shoulders while she skimmed the new messages and typing out a short reply before tossing the phone onto the bed next to her.

“Jordan only read them because she thought I was seeing someone,” Y/N gave what almost looked like a genuine smile, “my phone kept going off while we were out once. She stole it, thinking she would get some juicy messages. Once she saw what the messages were, she went through most of them.”

“I know I have no place to ask this, but can I see them?”

Leah could see her tense and bite her lip, clearly considering the question.

“Why didn’t you ask me about what happened that night? Or trust that I would never do something like that?”

The blonde nodded, they were valid questions, questions she had been considering since the night before.

“She was damn convincing. You weren’t you that whole night, then she came back to the table crying and you were outside with some girl draped all over you. It was all so believable, she made it believable.”

Y/N risked a small glance towards the other bed. Leah had propped herself up on an elbow, staring intently at Y/N. She couldn’t quite read the expression on her face, a mixture of pity and guilt maybe.

“I never thought you could do something like that. And she was so convincing. I was just blinded by my anger that I let myself be fooled. I am so sorry that I let myself be tricked and ruined our friendship when I should have just asked you.”

The pity was gone, guilt settled across her face.

Y/N wordlessly handed her phone across the space between the beds. Leah pushed herself to take the phone, settling on her back to read the messages.

Leah read the most recent messages first, slowly working her way backwards. Reading the vile things Sydney had been sending Y/N throughout the day, Y/N offering short messages to amend her ex’s anger.

Y/N fixed her gaze to the ceiling, unwilling to see the blondes reaction as she read the messages, unwilling to see her agree with Sydney.

The phone dropped after a minute of her reading the messages, Leah unable to finish see anymore, disgusted with the things sent. The messages all varied in length, but they all attacked Y/N in every capacity that she could. She criticized anything she could to get a reaction from Y/N.

Leah pushed herself to hang her legs off the side of the bed. She didn’t know what to do with herself, didn’t know what emotion was the strongest right now. Part of her wanted to storm out of the hotel and confront Sydney. Part of her wanted to wrap Y/N in the tightest hug possible and mend all the broken pieces. All she could bring herself to do was sit with her head in her hands.

“I, Y/N, fuck,” she could only stutter out, “I don’t even know what to say. Those are, she’s, those are all so fucked.”

Y/N shrugged, “is what it is.”

“it’s not! What she’s saying is so wrong and fucked up!”

Anger overtaking as she stood up, harshly running her hand through her hair, “you need to block her!”

“I can’t,” Y/N whispered.

Leah just looked at her, mouth opening and closing.

“I blocked her on socials and she lost it. When I tried to block her number, she took it out on Rach and Jords, messaging them and all that. She left them alone when I unblocked her.”

She shook her head, Y/N continued to protect everyone but herself.

“They can handle themselves; you don’t need to protect them.”

Y/N stubbornly shook her head, refusing to accept that, “they don’t need to be part of this.”

Leah couldn’t believe Y/N was willing to continue to handle this all on her own. She sat herself on the edge of Y/N’s bed, gently placing a hand on her thigh, encouraging her make eye contact with her.

“I don’t have it in me to fight anymore, I never really did,” Y/N dropped her chin to her chest, shoulder rounded in, “I didn’t fight the breakup, I gave her the house, I didn’t fight anything she told people. I just want to be done with it.”

Her voice trembled, tipping her head back, hoping to keep the tears from falling.

“Looking back, I think she broke me down years ago.”

Leah’s heart ached as Y/N spoke, “I am so sorry Y/N.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“No, but I should have been there for you, I will be here for you.”

Leah eventually made her way back to her own bed, but sleep wouldn’t come, lying on her side watching Y/N tucked into herself. She couldn’t imagine how Y/N had handled the last months completely alone, while also having people viewing her as the bad guy in the story. Guilt rocked her, she was one of those people.

Y/N’s phone remained quiet the next day and Leah could see the relief it left Y/N with.

“You know, you and I are friends again,” Jordan spoke up when they were alone at their dinner table that night.

Leah furrowed her brow and slowly nodded, agreeing with the statement.

“It would be alright if anything started with the two of you,” Jordan gave her a small smile, “Gee told me how disappointed you were when Y/N started seeing Sydney a couple years ago.”

Leah blushed, anxiously running her thumb along her bottom lip, risking a glance to Y/N the table over. Jordan wasn’t wrong. She had been disappointed at the start of Y/N’s relationship. Her feeling had developed when Y/N had been such a good, supportive friend for both her and Jordan when they broke up, even before they broke up, supporting them when it became rocky.

It hadn’t been something she had expected to happen. She didn’t even know what it was that she was feeling, only realizing her attraction when Y/N excitedly told them about her new relationship at an international camp. The distress at the announcement, she immediately understood she was attracted.

“You would be really good for her. She needs someone to be good to her, and I think that’s you.”

“I didn’t even realize what I felt until I heard she was dating someone,” Leah felt a little defensive as she spoke.

Jordan was quick to place a reassuring hand on Leah’s arm, “it’s alright. I know it’s all new for you. And I’m not saying you should do anything about it. Just pointing out that you would be good for.”

Leah bashfully looked away, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t considered it at one point, she’d also be lying if she denied it being more than once.

“Last time I could get her to say anything about dating again, she said she swore it off because she doesn’t think she’s worth it anymore.”

The weight in her gut gets heavier the more she’s told about Y/N the last few months

“But I think she’s just waiting for someone to prove her wrong about it all.”

Leah is amazed at how easily Y/N can move past the months she had been treated so horribly. They easily return to being friends. The guilt is still weighing on her, but it eases slightly when she sees Y/N genuinely smile at her. Her attraction surging back to the front of her mind.

“Fuck!”

Leah rushes out of the bathroom when she hears Y/N’s phone hitting the wall. Y/N’s pacing aggressively, harshly running her fingers through her hair.

“What’s happened?” she picks up the phone, inspecting it to ensure it isn’t broken, placing it on the dresser.

“Arsenal cancelled my hotel room. I’m homeless when I get back to London.”

Leah jolts when Y/N kicks the bed.

“Good thing I don’t have any stuff to worry about,” she lets out a humourless laugh, kicking the bed a few more times.

After one last kick, Y/N crumples to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees and tucking her head between them as sobs wracked her body. Leah rushes to her side, pulling her tight to her chest. Y/N doesn’t fight the action but keeps herself curled into herself.

“You weren’t supposed to find out that way.”

Y/N scrambles away.

“Shit, that sounds bad,” the blonde stays on the floor, “Arsenal cancelled your room because you’re going to move in with me. I was going to tell you once we got in bed, I just called them after dinner, I didn’t think they would tell you so fast.”

Y/N whirls around and stares down at the defender. Leah slowly pushes herself off the floor.

“You need a home Y/N, I want to give that to you,”

When Y/N doesn’t say anything, Leah frantically thinks of anything to say to fix it. Y/N crashes her body into Leah and the blonde can feel the tears soaking her shirt. She’s sure she’ll have bruises on her side where Y/N is gripping into her. Managing to pull a handout to rub up and down Y/N’s back as her sobs continue.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Y/N pulls away, using the sleeve of her hoodie to try and wipe the snot smeared on the blonde’s neck.

Leah shakes her head, batting the hand away to pull her back into her, “you don’t need to be sorry or say anything. Just come live with me. I have a spare room; I want you to come stay in It.” Once Y/N nods, Leah guides her to lay in her bed, tucking her in.

The first week living together is awkward. If it wasn’t for the meals left for Leah and the fact that they carpool to training, she would think Y/N wasn’t staying there. Y/N is the perfect house guest, Leah’s house cleaner than when she moved in. But other than seeing her in passing, Leah hardly saw her new roommate.

Leah grabs Y/N’s arm immediately when they walk through the door, preventing her from running away.

“This your home now, too. You don’t need to hide in your room. Unpack, eat meals with me, shower here,” she emphasized, knowing Y/N hadn’t even showered at the flat yet, only showering at the training facility.

Y/N shrunk under Leah’s stare. She had been doing her best to remain as out of site at possible, whatever she could to avoid upsetting the blonde, “I wanted to stay out of your way.”

“And I want you in my way.”

Y/N shook her head, not understanding what she meant.

“I want you to live your life and feel comfortable.”

The next few weeks, Y/N does make an effort to leave her room more, making Leah smile. Y/N waits to eat her meals with Leah now, leaves a pair of shoes by the door, shower products along the tub edge.

“I blocked her,” she whispers between bites at breakfast, “Rach and Jordan did too.”

Leah lets her fork clatter to table as Y/N spoke.

“I am so, so proud of you Y/N,” she grips Y/N’s wrist across the table, her smile wide as her eyes crinkle.

Y/N just shrugs and continues to eat, but Leah keeps her hand where it is with her thumb rubbing across her wrist, picking up her fork to eat with her other hand.

This was a sign Y/N was healing, moving past the torment her ex had been putting her through for months. Y/N was moving in the right direction. Maybe Jordan was right, maybe she was the person Y/N needed to fix all her broken pieces.

“Have you thought of dating again?” Leah risked. She knew pursuing Y/N would require a lot of patience and understanding.

“A little bit, but not in the way you think,” Y/N harshly bit her lip, Leah wishing she could tug it away to safety, “I’m too broken to date, I think. No one wants to be with someone this ruined.”

Leah couldn’t imagine the pain Y/N must constantly be in to think so poorly of herself, to think that she was too damaged and undeserving of someone to be loved.

“You are not a reflection of people who couldn’t love you properly,” Leah’s grip tightens until Y/N makes eye contact with her, “I am sorry Sydney loved you so poorly and made you think you took up space you didn’t deserve and abandoned you and hurt you so badly you think love is an awful thing.”

Worried Y/N will start bleeding if she bites any harder on her lip, Leah does use her thumb to tug it out. She can feel it tremble under the pad of her thumb as she slowly drags it across the flesh.

Y/N runs her tongue over her lip when Leah’s thumb is gone, Leah’s steely eyes tracking the motion. She wanted to run away, worried she might do something and risk moving too fast. Leaving now though would ruin all the work she had done to regain Y/N’s trust.

Leah continues to show Y/N what love is. Opening her car door when they leave for training. Always letting her choose the show they watch. She attempts breakfast, bacon and eggs, but they ultimately end with cereal when she burns both. She increases physical contact; sitting close enough they touch on the couch, hand grazing her back as she walks past, tucking hair behind her ears.

Y/N adores all of it. But it makes her panic. She won’t go through all of this again. Won’t have someone show her love and care, only to rip it all away from her.

So, she runs away. Retreats back into her room. Goes back to leaving meals for the blonde to eat, leaving before the blonde wakes up, meeting her at training.

Leah stands outside Y/N’s room after training, so she knows Y/N’s in there. But this room has been her one safe space since moving in, the blonde doesn’t want to take that away from Y/N, doesn’t want her to feel trapped.

Steeling herself, she knocks on the door, three quick raps.

Y/N doesn’t look surprised when she opens the door. Just opens the door and shuffles back. Leah can see her bags packed on the floor next to the bed and the bed neatly made.

Choosing to ignore the bags for now, Leah settles on the edge of the bed, “I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I really like you and I was hoping I could ease you into idea of being in a relationship again. Unpack your things, I’ll back off.”

“I liked it,” Y/N whispers, sitting next to Leah, “but, I’m not the guy that gets the girl, no happy ending.”

“You already got the girl though,” Leah’s voice is soft as she speaks, “we can have the happy ending.”

“We can have the happy ending?’

“Not for a long time though, because we have to have a happy everything else first.”

Y/N tugs ones of Leah’s hands in her lap and rests head on her shoulder. Leah drops a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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Honesty. Steddie x Reader.

Honesty.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: You lash out at your two boyfriends instead of being honest, they let you know you're always safe with them, and don’t need to feel afraid or embarrassed to use your safe word.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, steddiexreader, throuple relationship, dom!Steve, dom!Eddie, submissive!reader, babygirl!reader, allusions to subspace/littlespace, daddy kink, established sub and dom relationship, use of safe word, talk of safe word/rules. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

Wordcount: 1775

AN: This is my first steddie fic so please be kind! Suggestions are welcome but don’t be a dick about it please... I left the ending kind of open, to give space for a part two of this situation/scenario so if you have any ideas for a part two or what you’d like to see Id be more than happy to discuss it! So feel free to send an ask my way about it if you’d like :)

You're laying on the couch with your head in Eddies lap. Your forehead is resting against his stomach, one hand wrapped around him behind his back, smooshed between him and the couch while he plays with your hair, absentmindedly watching whatever movie had been left in the VHS. You had one of your feet lounging across Steves lap from where he sits at the other end of the couch, one of his hands touching your ankle while the other held a worn paperback.

Steve had made this a household rule that Sundays were for the three of you to spend time together, even if you all did separate things in the same room. Steve wanted you all to make the effort for each other, and for most of your relationship it really worked. Sometimes you all would go out to dinner, or have a movie night, and sometimes you all would just be in each others presence and it made you all that more fond of each other.

Today you were clingy, in a bit of a mood, but it didn't start to really affect you until later in the day. The boys had edged you for the past three days, and usually it was something you liked, and they never really made you wait too long until you could cum. They'd give you everything else to make you feel good in the meantime, but for some reason today it really bothered you. You felt gross, almost sick, and the ache between your legs made you restless, squirmy, and a bit bitter, but you tried to be good and keep it all together because you wanted to be good for your boys.

Eddie shifts under you. "Babes I gotta pee" he says leaning forward, assuming you're going to let him up, but you only hold onto him tighter.

"Baby c'mon" he laughs lightly.

"No" You whine, words muffled over your thumb that in your mouth, and in an instant Eddie then realized what kind of 'you' they'd be dealing with today when he noticed. It was something you didn't do often, but enough for Steve and Eddie to know how you were feeling when it happened.

Eddie looks up at Steve, giving him a look of confusion which Steve returns, sliding his thumb between the pages of his book to keep his place while he watches the interaction between the two of you.

"You wanna lay on daddy's lap while I get up?" he offers.

"No" Your voice is sad, laced with emotions you haven't let out yet and Eddie is a little unsure what he should do, especially because he really does need to pee.

"Baby, I love you, but you gotta get up" Eddie says sweetly, pulling you up from his lap with more strength than he anticipated needing.

"NO" You say loudly, holding on to him greedily. Cheeks already wet with tears, lips glossy with spit from where you held your thumb. You cling to him for as long as you can until he peels your limbs from him which only makes you more upset.

So you push his lingering hands away from you angrily once he's stood up in front of you, smacking at his chest in frustration before turning to face the couch, tucking yourself up into the corner where Eddie just was with your knees up to your chin.

Eddie looks at Steve again who just nods his head towards the direction of the bathroom.

Eddie mouths a "thank you" before kissing the top of Steves head and rushing towards the bathroom.

"Look at me princess" Steve says, and although his voice is quiet, you can still hear how domineering it is.

"No" you mumble deeper into the cushion. The couch shifts next to you and you know Steve has moved closer. "I don't remember asking you a question" His hand grabs at your chin, pulling it away from the couch, but you still fight back. Pulling your chin out of his grasp roughly.

"What's your issue?" he asks, his tone a little bitter and it only fuels the fire inside of you.

You huff, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks and when Steve leans forward to swipe at them you turn away from him.

"Look at me" he says again, and his voice this time makes you shiver. You turn your head slightly, peaking at him with one eye through your hair.

"On your knees" He says shifting back into the couch, man spreading widely and chucking his book onto the floor next to him.

You know better now than to ignore his instruction so you reluctantly slide off of the couch and onto your knees between his legs, hands on your thighs and your head down. You can hear Eddie return to the living room, stopping in the doorway to watch whatever is about to happen unfold.

"Do good girls hit their daddies?" Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest. If it weren't for your sour mood your mouth would have watered at the sight of his biceps bulging in that stupid tight polo shirt he was always so partial with. You peek up at him through your lashes.

"You can talk" he confirms with a nod.

"No" you said quietly.

"What was that?" Steve said leaning forward, one hand cupping behind his ear.

"No, good girls don't hit-" you take a shaky breath. "Don't hit their daddies"

"No they don't- Eds come over" he said with the wave of his hand.

Eddie sat down next to Steve, arm instinctively going around the back of the couch behind Steves shoulders.

"Apologize" Steve orders.

"M'sorry for hitting you Eds" your voice has gone small. Smaller than before, it's high pitch and quiet while it wobbles with emotion.

"Thank you for apologizing baby" Eddie says with a soft smile.

"Now are you going to tell us what's going on in that little head of yours? Because I really don't think its a punishment you're after, but if you keep acting out like this it's exactly what you'll be getting"

You pout and look down, playing with your hands. "idontfeelgood" you say in a rush, lips barely moving to allow the words to slip past them.

"No mumbling baby" Eddie says.

You whine, rubbing your cheek against your shoulder. "I don't feel good" you finally say, eyes quickly shifting between the two boys before looking away from them again.

Steve leans forward so his elbows rest on his knees. "What kind of not good baby?" He's gone into full parental mode now, all fun and games out the window now that he knows his baby girl isn't feeling well.

You shrug and look down.

"Is it your tummy?" Eddie asks, sitting up so hes closer to you and Steve.

"A little bit" you say with a nod.

"Okay that's good" he encourages "What else baby?"

You're embarrassed, feeling overly shy, the words somehow unable to come out, so instead you just point between your legs before shoving your hands between the plush of your thighs, trapping them there.

"Oh" Steve says, and you can hear the slight smile in his tone but don't look up. "You usually like when we play like that right? What's different about it this time?" he asks, genuinely curious, no teasing or taunting behind his words.

"Made me feel yucky"

"Made you feel yucky" Steve repeats with a nod. He slides off the couch and onto the floor in front of you, tilting your chin up so he can see your face. "Baby you know you can always safe word, or tell us when something isn't fun anymore"

Your eyes well up with tears and you try your hardest not to let the sob out that's bubbled in your chest, but fail, bottom lip wobbling and a small whimper slipping through.

"Baby" Eddie coos, sliding down onto the floor with the two of you.

"I'm sorrrrryyyy" you cry. "I j-just want-ted to be good" you shudder when you inhale and Steve can't stand to not be touching you any longer so he pulls you forward and into his lap. You immediately bury your face into the middle of his chest, his arms wrapped tight around you.

"Baby you've been so good" Steve he says reassuringly. "Would cumming make you feel better?" he asks, rubbing a hand up and down your back while Eddie pushes away your hair from your face, so he can catch a glimpse at you from where your cheek is pressed against Steves middle.

"I d-don't know" you whine, more tears falling down your cheeks. "Everything feels wr-oonnngg"

"Shhhh it's okay baby, you're okay" He pulls you up a little closer to him, rocking side to side while rubbing your back. "Do you want to call red on this?" he asks and you whine into him. You really don't want to disappoint them, but you also really don't like the way it's been making you feel.

"But what about you and daddy?" you say quietly, just barely leaning back from him to look between the two of them.

"It's only fun if we're all having fun princess" he reassures, peeling away pieces of hair that cling to your wet face. "S'always okay to safe word baby"

You look at him for a moment longer, glancing at Eddie who's hand rubs soothing circles on your thigh with his thumb.

"O-okay" you say with a nod.

"Yeah?" Eddie says, voice light and full with adoration. "You gotta say the word though baby"

You pout and whine, fresh tears forming but you still take a deep stuttering breath. "Red" you finally say while a new wave of sobs hit you.

"Good job baby" Eddie coos, hand coming up to rub your back while you shove your face back into Steves chest.

"Did so good baby, were so proud of you" Steve says while kissing your hairline. "What can we do to make you feel better?" he asks softly, watching Eddie with curious eyes as he gets up and runs up stairs.

You shrug, shamelessly wiping your nose against the fabric of his shirt, trying to steady your own breathing.

"You wiping your boogers on me sweet girl?" Steve teases, and it makes you giggle.

"Little bit" you admit, rubbing your nose into him more aggressively to tease him back.

"Dirty little girl, what are we going to do with you!" he squeezes at your waist and you squeal, finally feeling some sense of normality come back to you. The two of you jump at the sound of the tub turning on upstairs .

"I guess Eddie has an idea" you say with a smile, knowing already that the bath will be filled with bubbles, and your favourite scented candle will be lit on the countertop.

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anm3mi · 1 year

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HOMESICK ─ NETEYAM ⊹ ִֶָ

contents. fem!omaticaya!reader, drabble, fluff, comfort

notes. just pure short fluff💌💌 requests are still open, btw!!

the eclipse was near. stars littered the night sky, the moon throwing a soft glow upon the sleeping village, as the waves lulled everyone to sleep. everyone - except for you and neteyam.

with his body laying on the sand covered ground, neteyam inhaled sharply through his nose, his hand caressing your arm that laid across his stomach, his touch gentle as a feather, while your head rested on top of his chest. your gaze was glued to the sea in front of you, mesmerized by the glistening waters - neteyam's peaceful heartbeat comforting you aswell.

ever since you and the sully's left to join the metkayina clan, searching for shelter, your heart has been aching for the forest you pined deeply. you missed being surrounded by the large, but beautiful nature, flying your ikran for hours on end, before taking a break by resting on a high branch - hidden in the crown of the many growing trees. but most importantly, you missed the nights you would spend with neteyam at the tree of voices in each others arms. it was the same place the two of you have confessed your love to one another.

"i miss it." you muttered against neteyam's chest. "what?" furrowing his brows, neteyam's eyes fluttered open, as he looked down at your frame. "i miss the forest." you repeated once again - this time more clearly. at your words, neteyam couldn't help, but let out a sigh. "i know... i do, too." squeezing your arm in an assuring manner, he whispered, earning a small hum in response.

"don't get me wrong-" you begun, swiftly sitting up, as you had the undying urge to explain yourself. "this place is beautiful." looking around, you explained, before letting out a shaky breath. "but i still miss the forest. i miss it so much." you whispered the last part, your chest tightening. neteyam's eyes could only follow you, as his expression softened. he knew the forest the two of you grew up in held a special place in your heart - just like it did in his.

"you know what i miss?" placing his hand on top of yours that rested in your lap, neteyam asked, earning an interested look from you. "flying our ikrans for hours." he explained, his lips twitching into a small smile. "and then complaining about sore muscles or getting scolded for staying out past eclipse." letting out a chuckle, you added. neteyam playfully rolled his eyes in response. "the sore muscles and my dad scolding us was worth it." pulling you closer to his chest, neteyam clarified with a small grin. "yeah..." you let out a soothing sigh, the soft smile never leaving your face, as you leaned into neteyam's touch - stomach fluttering with butterflies.

"do you think we'll ever go back? even just for a visit?" once again, you lowered your voice into a whisper, before biting the inside of your cheek. you weren't sure you'd ever see the forest or your friends again. so silently, you begged neteyam for an answer - an assurance of some sort. "i don't know, y/n." neteyam replied with honesty, his shoulders slumping at his own words. "hopefully, we will." carefully grabbing your chin, neteyam tilted your head to the side to face him - his expression filled with determination. "however, i'll do everything in my power for you to visit the forest again. i promise." neteyam placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"it's a deal." you grinned at the older boy. "but just so you know- i'm still glad i went with you and your family." eyes focusing on the scenery in front of you, you simply announced. "i am glad too." neteyam added, and you didn't even need to look him in the eyes to know he was telling the truth. comfortable silence fell over the two of you.

even with your heart aching for the forest you missed so deeply, you came to a realization - home is wherever the two of you are together. so as long as neteyam was by your side, you were home.

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boyinafandom · 3 months

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Hitting The Curve

Notes;

Modern day au

Y/n is gender neutral

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Spencer, knew he liked you. It was only friendly of course. Your his coworker.

Why would he ever want to date you? Sure, you’re just as smart as him, listen to him rant on and on without getting bored. And-Oh- another thing, out of every one in and outside of the office he seems to be the only person you’re ever actually nice to.

So he didn’t really understand why he got this tingling all over his body and why his mind went blank and his face got hot when you simply leaned on his arm..ok maybe let me be more specific..

You, him and Derek, had been talking about how much you liked cd’s, he doesn’t really remember how you guys got here, because he was reading and only inserted himself into the conversation when you asked what kind of music he liked.

“Classical.”

He stated simply

(This is important for later)

After a few seconds to long of silence, he spoke up again

“Or opera”

He watched you nod, Not really caring what Derek had to say in this moment, that’s what was odd about how he felt about you. He craved you’re attention. He yearned for it.

But anyway. Back to the story.

“Uh huh..”

You nodded

“I don’t really listen to music though, I prefer vinyl’s in all honesty”

He did.

“Oh yes! That was the subject at hand.”

You lightened

“I prefer cd’s, I do use my phone for music, of course,it’s only natural this day In age. But I just like the feel of having a physical copy of things.”

“I should know, I’ve seen the atrocious amount of cd racks you have in your living room”

Derek chimed. Chuckling. But all Spencer could think about was that Derek Morgan. The womanizer, got himself into your house, and did what?

“Well duh. Everyone saw it.when I said “don’t mind the racks” I wasn’t talking about money. I literally meant racks. Like of CD’s.”

You rolled you’re eyes playfully, like it was some big inside joke he wasn’t apart of…

“Uh- if I may ask- what kind of music do you listen to?”

He felt like a kid, asking out the hottest girl in his freshmen class (who. For him, was like 4 years older then him. Not the point but also…kind of the point)

“You may”-you Plato-“I listen to a lot of stuff, it’s kind of hard to explain it, it really depends on my mood in the moment. But if I had to pinpoint a specific genre it would probably be /insert your favorite/ most listened to genre here/ but over all I listen to just about anything.”

You shrug, pleased with you’re explanation.like a content cat.

“I actually have a few on me right now”

You only really seemed happy when you talked about things you liked…you were happy when you talked to him…so by proxy,you liked him..

“Oh god..here we go…”

Derek practically groaned

He heard Rosie chuckle on the other side of the jet

You smile, and pull out a CD holder

“Oh that looks like a lot more then a few..”

Spencer says, kind of just staring at it, like he’s trying to find something interesting to say, but he just can’t, like, the words won’t come to him.

And then it’s like your brain sparks a wire

“What if I got you a CD? Any one you want, I’ll find one and get it for you? How does that sound?”

You say, leaning on his shoulder and smiling

“You don’t have to answer, I’m gonna get you one anyway…trust.”

And like that his heart was on fire.

That was the moment he realized he was in love with you, or, that it was leading to love, that It would get that far. That he liked you as much as he did, the way you smiled, and leaned against his arm in the jet seat, how you, looked at him. The boy genius. The man who’s only good trait was his brain.

Time froze. Thank god for his memory. Because he’s never gonna forget this moment. ever.

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This is also on wattpad! So if you want to keep up with it easer the tag is “boyinafandomtumblr”

Part 2

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

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shinycrybaby · 11 months

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Clueless (Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader)

Genre/Tags: Angst?, Kinda hurt comfort, Fluff, No curses AU, Shoko/Sugu Established relationship AU, One sided love, Acquaintances to ----

Warnings: Satoru is clueless about love

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Fate was cruel to give you the shorter end of the string when it came to your love life. But it can potentially change, if you were ready to change that.

A slow indie song was playing in the room. Couples danced slowly on the dance floor, however still giving space to two people who were the stars of the night.

There, you sat from the bar stools of the bar, admiring two of the most important people in your life. There’s happiness flowing in your veins as you watched the two lovingly sway to the music on the dance floor.

And yet, there’s a looming feeling of envy and sadness. But above all, you felt lonely amidst all the love that was floating in the venue’s atmosphere. To see your dear older cousin married to the one she loves. The one you love. It was giving you a jumble of emotions you dare not comprehend.

“Your plus one not asking you for a dance?” A deep voice makes itself known beside you. You see a beautiful man with a mop of white hair that was styled cleanly.

“Don’t have one.” You replied shortly, downing the wine that was perched up in front of you on the bar’s counter.

“Why is that?” The man initiates a conversation. You really didn’t want to be conversing with anyone especially with how your heart was trying to keep up with all that’s currently unfolding.

“He just got married.” You dismissed, signalling for the bartender to give you another glass of wine.

“Oh...” There was a moment of silence until the man turned to you again, this time with eyes wide as saucers. “Oh shit! Damn. I’m sorry.” He quickly realized as he understood the connotations behind your sentence.

You waved him off, signalling that it didn’t really matter anymore.

There was another brief silence, this time there was awkwardness, as the man ordered himself a non alcoholic drink. Too sweet at that.

“What’s your relation to the groom?” He asks after taking a sip of his drink.

You sighed, the alcohol doing the talking for you.

“I’m his childhood friend. Shoko’s cousin.”

The man reacts once more. This time in pleasant surprise.

“Little Y/n!” He exclaims, somehow a bit too enthusiastic.

You turned to him, shocked because there’s only one person who’d ever call you that.

Your reaction garnered him to answer the question that was clearly written on your face. “Gojo Satoru. Suguru talks about you a lot.” He holds out his hand to introduce himself.

At the name, you clearly recognised, you then express, “oh! You’re the bastard that got into a fist fight once with Sugu!”

Satoru flinches as he retracts his hand. “Damn, bastard is a bit too far fetched isn’t it little lady?” He chuckles.

You flush in embarrassment. “Sorry. A bit of a bad habit. I get too protective over Suguru...”

Satoru looks at you, and thinks how you must feel. He wouldn’t understand, in all honesty, but for some reason he feels bad. There on the little bar on the corner of the reception area of where you both were, overseeing everything that is happening. Overseeing the couple in love. His two best friends who are in love and are completely clueless of how your heart is breaking.

“Suguru, huh.” He whispers, looking down at his drink.

There was silence before you cut through it with your voice. Downed with the lingering taste of wine, the alcohol making its work of you spitting out truths your heart kept.

“You know, it’s unfair. I fell in love with him first... I loved him first, and I still do.” Your eyes stung with hurt at the deep realization. You kept going, “and yet... I can’t seem to get mad at them. At Shoko... Nor at Suguru.”

You looked over to the two, who were still peacefully dancing slowly without a care in the middle of the room. “I’ve never seen him look at someone with so much love, that it hurts.”

Satoru was never good with comforting others. He had other means of comforting people, but he didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with his means. Especially since you’re Shoko’s younger cousin. One wrong move and he knows his best friend would be up his ass beating him up if he made you uncomfortable.

And so, he watches you hold back the tears, even if it was clear with how the lights of the place were reflecting on your glassy irises.

He watches you heave in a deep breath. “This sucks.” You huff. And it brings a chuckle to bubble out of Satoru. You look over to him, glaring.

He turns away, “I’m sorry for laughing.” After calming down, he then speaks up. “This place is getting stuffy. Wanna get out of here?”

You pause, looking at him incredulously. “What so you can beat me up too?”

Satoru gasps dramatically. You’re far from how he envisioned you to be. He thought you to be angelic and innocent and cheerful like how Suguru paints you out to be. But here you were, a mess of emotions and sassing back at him whenever you find the chance. Not that he found an issue with it. You’re human and are allowed to feel and express all these emotions.

“That was one time!” He whines, finishing his sweet drink in one go.

You huff, “you know what. Fine. I needed some fresh air anyways.” You hop off the bar stool, straightening out your dress, grabbing the wine glass and downing it quick as well.

You stagger a bit, grabbing on to the edge of the countertop. You let out a sigh, before an arm offers itself for you to hold from your peripherals.

“Didn’t know you were a gentleman,” you grin teasingly, grabbing on to Satoru’s arm as he walks you two out of the room to a path going to the venue’s garden.

Satoru puffs out his chest in pride. “Of course, I am.” His nose was pointed in the air as he boasts.

You roll your eyes, bantering back, “you just don’t want to get beat up by Shoko.”

Satoru shivers, “yes. That too.” He admits. Of course, he wouldn’t let you off to places that are weird especially when you’re drunk. With all the stories that Suguru and Shoko share about you, it’s clear that they both treat you as their precious little sister, and if harm were to come your way, they would both beat everyone up.

Precious little sister...

Fate was quite brutal. Making fun of other’s feelings. How unfortunate were you to pull the shorter string of life. To have his friend talk about you for hours because the man adores you as if you were his flesh and blood. And then you’re there falling in love.

You both reach the venue’s garden. The place was too neat, no grass out of place. It was too organized for your taste. There was no hint of the natural, chaotic growth, everything was trimmed to perfection.

“Do you want to walk around, or just sit down?” Satoru asks, gently holding back your arms that wrapped itself around his as he carefully led you around, aware of how you’ve taken more than a glass of alcohol tonight.

“Nah. Walking can help me sober up. I hate sleeping when I’m drunk, gives me too much of a headache in the morning.” You say, grimacing at the thought of waking up with a bad hangover.

Satoru nods. He’s experienced that once. And to say the least, he doesn’t want to go through it again.

You both shared a moment of silence, just enjoying the view of the pampered landscape. You gaze up to the stars and think.

“Where’s your plus one?” You ask back to the snow haired man.

He looks at you before looking back ahead, guiding you away from a stone that almost sent you tumbling down.

He smiles easily, “I don’t like bringing one. They either use me for clout, or try to get me in their bed right after the events.”

You frown at that. “That’s horrible. Why would people do that.”

Satoru looks at you. He somehow gets why Suguru gushes how angelic you are. It’s because you are. Even with that statement alone, he’s got a glimpse of how nice and kind your whole being is.

“People like that deserve to rot for real. Like, get some decency at least. People are not objects for others to use. What the fuck.” He chuckles at that.

Even if you have a way with words.

“Yeah, they deserve to rot, don’t they?” He smiles your way.

And you held your breath for a short while at how the moon reflects on both his snow-white hair and sapphire like eyes. His lips could rival the shine of a diamond’s twinkle, as well as a pillow with how soft and plump it looks. He absolutely looks ethereal. Other worldly. Almost as if Aphrodite’s male version.

Pretty...

Satoru’s eyes widen before he looks away. He was sure you didn’t mean for that to be heard. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk that you’re not aware of some things you say or do, but he’s not going to point it out.

The rest of your walk, he spends it looking ahead, leading you safely around the garden before you finally raised your white flag after feeling that the heels were killing your feet.

A shiver comes down your spine as you both find your way back to the venue. Rustling was heard before you feel warmth wrap around your shoulders.

You looked down seeing that Satoru rested his coat around your bare shoulders. You didn’t even notice that he’d untangled your wrapped arms for him to remove his outerwear.

You flash him a tired grin. “You know, if you keep treating me this way, I might just fall for you.” You tease, the tired smile never leaving.

He holds his hand to his chest, bowing, “it would be an honor, my lady.” He gives a princely smile before bursting out into fits of giggles. You reply back with a chuckle of your own.

You wear the coat properly to access more of the warmth, before holding on to Satoru’s arm. He holds onto your hand again, making sure you don’t trip.

You both return to your table, only noticing now that Satoru has always been sharing the same table as you. It’s crazy to think that someone with presence as great as him would go unnoticed all because you’ve been tending to your broken heart.

He leads you to your seat, leaving with the promise of getting you something to drink and eat to sober you up quickly.

The music has been changed to something livelier as adults and even kids crowded the dance floor. You watch, but then turn away because right now you just wanted to go back to the hotel and pass out.

Satoru came back, scooting his seat closer to yours, handing your glass of water and a slice of cake. You mutter your thanks to him as you eat the slice he gave, and drink slowly from the glass.

Satoru watches you and then the crowd. He notices that the stars of the night are making their way to your table.

“Not gonna dance, kiddo?” Shoko asks, playfully ruffling—or messing up—Satoru’s prepped hair.

The man glares at the bride, slapping her hand away and combing through his hair that was gelled and combed by Nanami. “Jesus, woman. You’re ruining Nanamin’s hard work.”

Shoko snickers as Suguru bellows out a hearty laugh. “Come on, get your ass up and look for someone to dance with, Satoru.” Suguru sends a knowing wink at the man.

The couple were about to tease and make more suggestive comments to Satoru, until they noticed a head falling on Satoru’s shoulders.

Shoko was about to shoot him a curious look at who was he with until she noticed the familiar mop of hair peeking out of Satoru’s form that held the flower pins, she picked out especially, for you.

She would have noticed you earlier if it weren’t for Satoru’s larger frame covering your smaller ones, and with the familiar coat you were wearing. She nudges her husband.

Suguru then takes notice. And then he glares.

Satoru was fixing your position on his shoulder to make you were more comfortable as he noticed that you fell asleep right after eating. He then turns to look back to the couple. Shoko was giving him a cheshire like grin, while he received the most disapproving dad look from Suguru.

And it dawned on him the situation you both were in.

“It’s not what it looks like!” He was about to flail his arms until he was reminded of the weight on his shoulder. You were like a cat he didn’t want to disturb from sleep.

“Doesn’t look like it to me,” Suguru crosses his arms.

Shoko huffs, “oh, come on. Y/n is not a kid. Let her be.” Satoru was sure this conversation was lost in translation.

“Shoko, it’s Satoru.” Suguru replies in exasperation, gesturing at the seated man. And then he turns to his best friend, “no offense bro.”

Satoru wanted to be offended but then he understood where Suguru was coming from. “None taken.”

“It’s not like Satoru is going to court her or something,” and then Shoko looks at her friend who was frozen still on his seat. “Are you?”

Satoru huffs, annoyed, “what, I can’t do things out of the goodness of my heart now?”

“You don’t.” The couple replies simultaneously.

“Oh, come on!” He whines, arms throwing in defeat.

His volume sends you shifting around in your seat, eyes scrunching and forehead creasing in discomfort at the sudden movement and volume. He shifts in surprise before fixing your position again, rubbing soothingly at your coat covered shoulder to help you go back to sleep.

Shoko watches in amusement with softened eyes. She knows it already, but Satoru might have to figure things out for some time. Suguru sighs in defeat, but then the thought of Satoru settling down for once had him smiling. Because the Gojo Satoru would never settle. Would never treat anyone like this with a sincere and familiar gentleness like he does with his adoptive son, Megumi.

“If you do anything stupid, I’m ending that fist fight you started back in high school.” Suguru narrows his eyes jokingly at Satoru, except his words weighed with an honest promise, and some threat. The man then leaves, tending to the other guests.

Shoko pats her friend’s head. “You take of her for me, okay? I trust you, Satoru.” She then follows her husband’s direction.

Satoru stays baffled.

What the hell were they talking about?

Satoru was clueless.

He looks at you sleeping peacefully. Almost too peacefully, despite the dark circles the was evident even under the layers of makeup.

How many nights have you stayed up because you were too broken, thinking of this fated day, that you’re quick to pass out in the comfort of an acquaintance’s presence?

He didn’t know.

But what he did know was that you deserved to be this peaceful even when awake. To not be spacing out and on the verge of tears every second seeing that you had your heart broken for years.

Because you were his friends' precious little sister, he saw that it’s his duty as their friend to treat you the same. To treat you with all the genuine care you needed.

Yeah. That’s it.

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He convinces himself, his heart beating a beat too fast as he pulls you closer to his side. Snuggling to the warmth you both shared, as he leaned his head to rest on top of yours, closing his eyes.

A/N:

This is another one of my works during my study burnouts 🥲 It's been in my drafts for some time now, so I thought I'd publish it! Please let me know your thoughts about it!

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk gojo x reader

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musingsofanaroace · 2 months

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Realizing I was AroAce

When did I realize I was AroAce?

It was in 1995, when I was eleven going on twelve. During that time, boys started liking girls (or boys), and girls started liking boys (or girls). And the conversations evolved to include discussions about crushes, dating, kissing, and gossip. And I was totally lost. Never had I experienced this thing called a crush, nor did I have any interest in dating or kissing anyone. For a little while, I thought everyone had lost their minds.

So I did what I always did when in a situation incomprehensible to me: I analyzed it to death. I wrote down all the incongruities between me and my peers. I never had a crush and had no desire to French kiss anyone. In fact, it sounded quite gross. Swapping spit with someone seemed unsanitary and unnecessary. But having their first kiss seemed to be the only thing the girls in my year wanted to talk about. And when they got older, the obsession turned to sex, which I really didn’t understand. Why would anyone want to engage in that activity other than for reproductive purposes? With these facts, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t desire sexual stuff. Since I didn't know about the existence of the word asexual, I invented my own: nonsexual.

I defined nonsexual as someone who doesn’t experience crushes or desire sex. I know that this definition is quite limited and only describes asexuals who are sex averse or sex repulsed. But at the time, I didn't know that asexuals could be either sex neutral or sex favorable.

Once I figured out what to call my lack of sexual attraction, I moved on to romance. I knew I felt no desire to go on dates, hold hands, or get married. The whole process seemed like a waste of time and effort. In the time it would take to go on a date with someone, I could have spent that time doing something more productive. Like washing my clothes or reading a book or playing a board game with a friend. And watching couples get romantic in front of me, whether in the movies or in real life, always gave me the ick. In all honesty, this entire romance thing truly baffled me. Since I didn’t know the term aromantic, I dubbed it nonromantic.

At the time, I defined nonromantic as someone who doesn’t experience romantic feelings toward other people. And surprisingly, this definition aligns pretty well with that of aromantic.

What was my reaction to being AroAce?

I just accepted it. Never did I feel a desire to fit in, and peer pressure never impacted me. I had a fiercely independent and strong-willed personality. Also, I always stuck out like an odd duck, and I just embraced this identity. What else could I do? I definitely didn’t know at the time that I had AuDHD.

And another factor, I had just started puberty and with that came gender dysphoria. I didn’t have the time or energy to freak out about both my sexuality and gender. And since gender had confused me the longest, that’s the one I continued to obsess over.

When did I discover the term AroAce?

While doing my undergraduate degree, I discovered AVEN and the term asexual. I also learned that sexual drive differs from sexuality and that the term “sex averse” described me the best. (Note: A sex averse individual doesn’t mind if others have sex; it’s just not for them.)

While doing my graduate degree, I discovered the term aromantic. I also learned about the different types of attraction one can experience. Shortly after that, I found the term that resonated with me the most: AroAce!

What was my coming out experience?

I don’t really have a pivotal “coming out” moment. When I realized that I was AroAce (nonsexual and nonromantic), I simply talked to my madre about it. She just accepted it. Then I talked to my padre. He didn’t understand it, but at the the same time, he didn’t make a big deal out of it. To be honest, I didn’t even know at the time I was doing a thing called “coming out”. I was simply sharing a discovery I made about myself, and I felt comfortable telling them about it.

Do I feel apart of the lgbtqia+ community?

When I first came out as AroAce (nonsexual and nonromantic), the initials were lgbt, and I didn’t realize that I belonged to the community. I didn’t realize this until I discovered AVEN. At uni, I tried to join a rainbow alliance, but the members didn’t consider me “queer enough”, so after attending one meeting, I didn’t return.

Now, I do consider myself apart of the community, but I still don’t feel comfortable entering queer spaces. I know that I shouldn’t allow my one negative experience to hold me back, but I do find it hard to get over past rejections because I have rejection sensitive dysphoria (ADHD). I’m working on it and one day, I may attend my first Pride. Who knows?

Do I want a queer platonic partner?

I don’t really know. Perhaps? But in my forty years, I haven’t met (in real life) another “out” person on the A-spectrum. So right now, it doesn’t seem likely. Mayhap in the future? I guess only time will tell.

And this concludes how I realized I was AroAce. If you have anything to add, please leave it in the comments. Until next time, take care and stay curious.

#aroace #asexual #aromantic #personal essay #lgbtqia

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justatalkingface · 10 months

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what's your opinion on the big 3? When I was hyperfoxed on this series they were the thing I care Abt the most (I enjoyed season 4, obv I'd change some stuff now but I still remember it being atleast ok)

I hate how dirty they did my girl nejire, as far as I'm aware they didn't even do anything with her after the whole pagent thing she just got a small backstory about how she was sad (don't know all of it I haven't been keeping up that well w the manga)

mirios not having a quirky and having to save eri (a girl who I can't imagine would be that skilled at the age she is and has been training on lizards to give his quirk back all together, I'd imagine it taking a few more months but bnhas time is shit so) and coming back in the war arc to punch one person and then basically do noting iicr

The only decently written one was amajiki, I wish they had more going on I think they have a fun dynamic (w them helping taking care of eri and me rlly liking idk what it's called but I love the fluff it brings) :(

Lots of mixed feelings, in all honesty. Lots of mixed feelings.

I'll admit, a big part of my mixed feelings about them is they showed up as the latest, 'Stomp on Izuku's everything' at the point in the story where it was becoming obvious that there was always something stomping on Izuku, and that gave me a bad first impression on them I've never been able to shake... which isn't helped by how they're connected to the clusterfuck of Nighteye, of all people, which is kind of my whole thing with Mirio (warning; I am biased):

As a person, he's obviously nice, but as a character, basiclly his entire reason for existing was, 'give Izuku an existential crisis' and I don't think I've ever forgiven him for that, really. His entire character is just bigger, stronger, older, happier, more capable, more confident, more successful, more loved Izuku, who had a Quirk his whole life and only had to dig deep to find out how strong it, and he, was all along.

Unironically. It's....

It's a really bad look, to be blunt; he feels kind of like a bad fanfiction character written by a bad writer who wanted to put their super special OC in the story, except he's canon.

Since we've never seen him even think something unheroic, there's really nothing that distinguishes him from that impression factual statement, which, again, makes it hard for me to give a shit about him, or even remember him... which is a problem Hori seems to share, lol. It doesn't help that I loathe Sir Nighteye and that most of his development time is spent admiring him, to boot, and that his parts of the story are either empty or focused on a living plot device I can't quite like no matter how hard I try because of how blatant the emotional manipulation is about the biggest story breaking, SOD shattering plot device until Stars and Stripes showed up.

If he ever got any kind of development to flesh him out a human being rather than being either Izuku and/or a heroic archetype, it'd help, but beyond all of that his biggest personality trait is liking jokes, and that barely even comes up. Or, rather, considering both the Final Arc and his response to Bakugou's name, along with Nighteye's own tendencies, 'jokes', maybe.

He doesn't deserve it, I admit it, it's not his fault, but I just can't get past that. He also doesn't deserve to just be forgotten until his big moment of a butt joke, but... MHA, everyone. In all honesty, I'd just like him better if his entire story arc didn't exist in and as some of the worst parts of the Overhaul arc, but he's tainted by that fact.

I freely admit that I am unfairly biased against him, so take all of that with a mountain of salt.

As a side note though, god, the story doesn't seem to realize how badly Nighteye is using the poor kid; Mirio thinks Nighteye is training him because he's worthy, while Nighteye mainly seems to be doing it because he's the closest thing to an All Might clone he can get, bar him actually cloning All Might, even if he grew to like him for who he is. I'm not sure Nighteye ever thought of Mirio with just his Quirk as anything more than a temporary situation; even at the start of canon, when on his own merits he's rising to fame with how successful he is, Nighteye's overall focus is still about getting AFO into the kid.

I almost wish I could see Nighteye explaining how all of his training came down to getting All Might's Quirk, just to see MIrio react and tear Nighteye down a peg about it, except Hori's history of handling these kinds of things means he'd never be allowed to be properly offended on his own behalf, the poor bastard.

Moving on, Tamaki. Out of all of them, he's had the biggest of an on-screen story arc, and in a intellectual way his Quirk is easily the most interesting. Unfortunately, while he has a personality, it feels so bland at times that he's far easier to remember for his Quirk than who he is.

I liked his story, really, but at the time it was overshadowed by Mirio and his everything, and by the time he showed back up it was clear how irrelevant it and he was, so it was more about how (admittedly, very) cool he get his Quirk to be than it was about him, and with some brutal honesty, it's probably because his Quirk is so interesting that he even got that much focus beyond that initial arc by Hori.

And... Nejirie.

In a combat sense she's easily the best of them, really; Mirio is almost purely defensive, which limits him (especially if he's not surprising someone with it) while Tamaki's Quirk, while flexible, is so conditional in ways that can easily hold him back (we only ever see him fight with full preparation; if he's not gearing for a fight he'd be easy to ambush), and like a lot of things in the Final Arc, his big laser canon thing is.... questionable.

Nejirie, though, is just simply powerful. In a setting where everyone has one power and one main application of that power, where you either fly or blast things, but not both, she's the closest I've seen to a 'traditional' super hero, like you'd see in Marvel or DC.

At the same time, though, out of the three of them she least has a story, for obvious reasons, and it's a disgrace, really. If Hori had just spent some time on her, on the her backstory that apparently exists (yeah, I'm not sure where that is either), she could have been so interesting... but really, all she is is the Girl Teammate. Her personality traits are The Girl Teammate's personality traits. She's just The Girl Teammate stamped over all of the interesting stuff, and it's such a waste, it really is.

And finally, as a unit? The Big Three is a shiny toy that Hori forgot in the corner somewhere as soon as he got bored with it. He spent a few minutes oohing and aahing over them, focusing really hard on developing interesting powers, how they could be used, and how strong they were, only to start to lose interest as soon as those powers were established, and he was writing the three of them off before their introductory arc was even over.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #nighteye critical #izuku deserves better #my deeply conflicted feelings on Mirio's everything #he doesn't deserve it but still #he's the true victim of the Overhaul arc #i hate nighteye ever so much #hori's chronic hatred of women #the big three is big wasted potential

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year

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Silver Springs Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~13k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you.

A/N: This is a crack-ish fic that I wrote because I got bored. Reposting from Ao3. Enjoy.

Chapter warnings: Drug use, smut, mentions of violence and getting shot.

You’re outside when Yelena and Nat arrive for a visit. You’d exhausted yourself with the stress of your appointment, so you’d gone to the third-floor deck to take a nap. You’d brought Boone with you of course, but when he heard the car door slam from the driveway, he stood up to investigate. He spots Yelena, Nat, and Fanny all walking to the front door and he quickly heads back inside to greet them.

The sound causes you to stir, but you’re stubborn and don’t wake up immediately. You’re a little stoned because well you’d tried to destress by smoking, and you already feel better. You didn’t usually smoke, and you definitely hadn’t while you were trying to get pregnant, but now that you weren’t you figured you deserved to relax a little. You’re having an amazing dream when your friends arrive, so you just roll back over and try to stay asleep. You’re full-on snoring by the time Yelena comes to find you.

Wanda’s quick to answer the door when the doorbell sounds throughout the house. She’d been trying to figure out dinner and what would most likely put the two of you in a better mood. She’d given you some time alone because she figured you needed to rest. She also wanted a chance to talk to their friends without you present. She sets the rest of the food on the kitchen counter before hurrying to beat Boone to the front door.

“Boone, wait!”

The shepherd had a bad habit of getting too excited by the doorbell, and since he can see who it is through the large windows he’ll bark loudly whenever he recognizes someone. Wanda manages to wave him off and keep him from doing much more than whine as she opens the door for her friends.

“Hey there, Red.”

“Boss.”

Wanda rolls her eyes with an affectionate smile as she waves the duo inside. She moves to grab some of the bags they brought and Yelena sighs in relief when she’s left with just her dog and a couple of bags in one hand.

“Thanks for coming you two. Also, technically not your boss anymore, Yelena.”

Yelena just shrugs before she attempts to remove Fanny’s leash while she’s greeting her best friend. Boone is jumping on her and biting her ears which makes the task difficult. She eventually gives up and lets the two dogs run around and get hair all over everything. Wanda sighs as she watches the duo, but since they’re not knocking things over like the used to, she can’t really complain too much.

Wanda follows the pair to the kitchen before she realizes they’ve brought groceries. She feels her appreciation for the sisters grow even more as Natasha begins to unload everything they brought. The older redhead looks around briefly, before turning back to Wanda with a questioning look.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Wanda shrugs as she moves to the kitchen to take stock of what she has to work with for dinner. She hasn’t seen you in a while and she’s sure you’re resting upstairs. Most likely outside. She says this and notices how Yelena places her bags on the counter and ducks out in search of you. She runs past the dogs to finally free Fanny of her leash before heading up to where you’re most likely asleep.

Wanda turns back to Natasha who’s handing her ingredients to your favorite dish. She’s not the best at cooking, but she’d made a lot of progress since she’s known Wanda. She used to burn mac and cheese, but now she could probably help Wanda make dinner without any casualties. Yelena on the other hand, still burnt mac and cheese if she wasn’t paying enough attention.

“So how are you handling all of this?”

Wanda would be lying if she said she hadn’t expected the question at some point. However, she hadn’t really come up with an answer yet that wasn’t too depressing. In all honesty she was disappointed, and she felt guilty about it but didn’t know how to explain it.

Wanda sighs as she moves to grab a couple of cutting boards and a pan from the cabinet. She hands one to Natasha as the redhead hands her a knife before she shakes her head.

“I’m disappointed of course, but I think that maybe we’re going about this all wrong.”

Wanda doesn’t offer an explanation to her cryptic statement and Natasha opens her mouth to ask for one when she’s cut off. The sound of a muffled scream from a couple floors up causes Wanda to stiffen and she’s about to run upstairs before Natasha’s hand falls to her wrist.

“It’s fine. Yelena just scared the shit out of Y/n, I’m sure.”

Wanda wants to argue that she should check, but she knows that Natasha is right. The two of you should be joining them shortly, probably once all of the cooking was done.

Natasha resumes cutting the vegetables given to her before she glances over to Wanda who seems to be lost in thought.

She nudges the other redhead before offering her a kind smile. She knows how much Wanda wants children. She’s only talked about it since she met you, but Nat hates seeing her so stressed and discouraged.

“What did you mean by going about it wrong?”

Wanda sighs before she admits what she’s concluded earlier today. She’d been selfish. She wanted so badly to see you pregnant and get to take care of you throughout your pregnancy until your children were born. It was something she’d always wanted, but seeing the kind of stress it was putting you under made her second guess this. She didn’t want her dream to come at the expense of your happiness.

“I just want kids, as you know. I’ve always wanted to have our own, but I don’t think that makes much of a difference. Whether she gives birth to them, or I do, or we adopt, I think we will love them all the same.”

You’re dreaming about eating dinner with famous cats when Yelena makes her way up to the deck. She looks around before spotting you on the couch and she hurries over to you. Her nose wrinkles slightly at as she gets closer and she frowns as she looks to the discarded lighter on the table. She puts two and two together rather quickly, and loudly.

“YOU SMOKED WITHOUT ME!?”

You jump up and scream as you’re awoken rather rudely. You’re breathing heavily as you jump to your feet and hold your arms up ready to fight off any threat. When you see it’s Yelena shooting you an incredulous look you just slap her hard, and repeatedly.

“Damn it, Yelena! You scared me to death you bitch!”

You continue to slap the blonde until she grabs your hands and shakes her head. She looks to your slightly reddened eyes and your glare with a laugh as she pulls you in for a hug.

“You deserve it. You smoked without your best friend.”

Despite your desire to break away and shoot your ‘best friend’ a glare you don’t. You just sigh in defeat before you hug her back with a small smile. You tighten your hold on her before releasing the blonde with another sigh.

“It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed seeing you every day.”

Yelena nods before she sits down on the couch you’d just been napping on with a yawn. She motions for you to sit next to her which you do, and she throws an arm around your shoulder.

“I bet. I’m very entertaining.”

You groan under your breath before playfully slapping Yelena again. She pretended to cringe in pain before she pulls you into a side hug.

“I’ve missed you too. The compound hasn’t been the same, and Natasha is so boring.”

You laugh out loud at this and realize that Yelena’s just answered your next question. You turn around to confirm it though and you see Nat’s corvette in the driveway meaning that the redhead is also here. She never lets anyone else drive that car unless it’s a matter of life or death.

“I’m sorry I smoked without you, but…”

You trail off as you move away slightly to dig into your pocket. Yelena’s eyes widen at the sight of not one or two, but 4 joints that you’d stuck in your pocket. You’d fallen asleep before smoking more than one, but you knew that Yelena wouldn’t mind helping you out. You smile widely at her look of surprise before shrugging.

“What? It’s local.”

Almost half an hour passes of you and Yelena catching up before anyone comes to look for you. The two of you are laughing loudly at stories about near hopeless recruits that Yelena’s had the displeasure of trying to train.

“He literally sliced his entire shirt trying to pull out his knife. I thought he was going to cut himself.”

You snorted as you imagined this happening, and better yet both Yelena and Nat’s reaction to this. The redhead probably kept a straight face as she questioned her luck while Yelena lost it. You don’t think you would have been able to restrain yourself and you burst out into laughter at the thought.

“I know I’m not great despite all of your and Nat’s work, but I’m not that bad, am I?”

Yelena takes another drag before she pretends to think about it a little. She hasn’t sparred with you in a long time, but she knew from her sister that you were improving a lot. Still couldn’t beat either of them and probably never would, but when you were keeping up with the twice weekly training, you probably could have taken most thugs you’d run into on the street.

Instead of saying this; however, Yelena decides to give you a hard time. She finished up your third joint before coughing out smoke.

“I don’t remember. It’s been so long since we’ve trained together.”

Neither you nor Yelena notice Boone’s presence until he barks at you a few minutes later. He’d been sent up by Wanda to get the two of you downstairs for dinner. However, you currently have other plans as you jump up to your feet with a wide smile. You hold up your hands like you’re ready to fight before motioning for Yelena to stand up.

“We can train now! You’re right it’s been so long! Let me punch you.”

Yelena laughs as she stands up as well so she’s only about a foot away from you. She shoots you a smug look that makes you want to lash out immediately, but you wait patiently as you bounce on the balls of your feet.

“Yeah right. You couldn’t hit me right now if you tried.”

You of course don’t agree with this and you throw a hand out haphazardly and are almost as surprised as Yelena when it lands. You watch as Yelena stumbles back and falls back onto the couch holding her nose with a grimace. You’d just punched her in the nose.

“You just punched me in the nose!”

“You told me to!”

“No, I didn’t!”

Boone barking makes you jump in surprise and even with your brain clouded by the drugs you realize why he’s here. You grimace as you reach out for Yelena to pull her to her feet.

“Come on, we’re being summoned.”

Wanda and Nat are almost finished with dinner when you and Yelena make it to the kitchen. Both redheads immediately realize something is off when you’re clinging to Yelena as the two of you walk down the stairs. More like stumble down the stairs, and Wanda is already halfway to you when you nearly fall for the third time.

For some reason you’re just laughing as Yelena grumbles inaudible Russian under her breath as she hauls you to your wife. You barely avoid stepping on Boone as you hurry to the closer of the two concerned redheads with a wide smile.

“Wands! I missed you!”

Wanda’s startled by your seemingly inebriated state, and she pulls you into her arms with wide eyes. As soon as your arms are wrapped around her and you’re leaning against her Wanda understands the reason for your odd behavior. She turns to Yelena who is rubbing her nose gingerly with an accusing look.

“Did you give her weed?”

Nat’s trying really hard not to laugh at how high you clearly are. You’ve since pulled away from your wife to play with her hair all the while having a dopey smile on your face. You mutter things under your breath that Nat can’t hear, but Wanda probably can. Not that she’s paying you much attention right now. She’s clinging to you while glaring at her sister who just throws her hands up with an offended look.

“No way! She shared with me. It was her stash.”

This surprises Wanda for a few reasons. For one, she thought you’d only smoked that one time with Yelena years ago. That had ended horribly and you’d promised to be more careful in the future. Since you couldn’t drink a lot of alcohol, you’d turned to recreational drugs. This state was great for that, and you had easy access to weed apparently.

Wanda hadn’t realized that you smoked regularly, or that you kept it in the house. She briefly wondered where you hid it before she becomes distracted by your loud whispering.

“You’re so pretty Wanda. So, so pretty!”

Nat can’t help but snort at your loud declaration, and this of course catches your attention. Your eyes widen as you spot another friend and you release Wanda rather suddenly as you near-run to the other redhead.

“Nat! You too! Oh my gosh.”

You practically throw yourself at the older girl who just laughs at you in amusement. You’re squeezing her tightly as Wanda and Yelena have a silent conversation. Your wife isn’t happy by how stoned you are, but at Yelena’s shrug she realizes that there isn’t anything she can do about it now. She figures you were just trying to decompress, and of course once Yelena becomes involved with anything it becomes a mess.

“Yup. I’m here too. Good to see you, kid.”

You don’t respond and instead just hold the redhead tighter. You’re comfortable where you’re standing beside her and you cuddle closer to her with a yawn. You don’t realize you’re practically burying your face in her chest until she tries to pull you away.

“Okay, now you’re getting too comfortable.”

Yelena scoffs as she meanders over to the kitchen to see what the redheads had cooked. She mutters something as she steals a bite of what’s still on the stove.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Both Wanda and Nat glare at the blonde who seems completely unbothered by their looks. She watches as Nat near tears you from her body and deposits you back in your wife’s arms with a sigh. Wanda shakes her head at you before moving to sit you down at the table. She doesn’t think too hard about what Yelena just said, but it’s a little difficult when the sisters are still whispering about it.

Back when you were in college, Nat had actually met you before Wanda. You’d been forced by your friends to go out to a club on Saturday night and instead of drinking an obscene amount and pouting all alone you’d run into Nat. The redhead was both stunning and a sweet talker, and you’d ended up back at your place. It was a completely uncharacteristic decision for you that you hadn’t regretted at all until the morning after. You’d hadn’t expected to wake up after a night of wild sex and have a heart to heart with the stranger you brought home, but you also hadn’t expected her to leave right after. You’d been disappointed but eventually moved on with your life. Then you’d met Wanda.

When Wanda had introduced you her friends after the two of you had been dating for a year, you’d been surprised to realize you’d already met one. You and Nat had just stared at each other for a solid 30 seconds before you burst out laughing. You’d laughed so hard you almost cried while Wanda was confused by your reaction and Nat’s horrified look.

You’d explained it to Wanda eventually, and honestly, you’d never been so afraid of the redhead. She’s looked pissed and you feared for Nat’s safety when she finally speaks up. The question was directed at Nat who you remembered looking deeply unsettled, but you’d answered for her in attempt to calm Wanda down. She clearly wasn’t happy to hear about how you’d met and how Nat has essentially ghosted you, but she got over it eventually. When you two became good friends and you convinced Wanda a few dozen times that you were only hers, she finally stopped glaring at Nat whenever you were around.

“How about we eat?”

Even though Wanda had made you some coffee, you still leaned heavily on her as you ate your dinner. You were very chatty when high and everyone was enjoying listening to you ramble. The trio had been worried that you’d be too upset tonight to really enjoy their company, but all it took was a little weed to get your mind off of your bad luck.

“We need to have another movie night, Yelena. You can come too, Nat and Wands.”

The two redheads sighed while Yelena smiled at the thought. She began to think of what movies you could watch next while Nat was already shaking her head. She wasn’t sure how you always liked to watch horror movies. The world was terrifying enough if you thought too much about it. Wanda simply preferred to watch rom-coms. Not that she’d admit that to anyone other than who was in this room.

“Sure thing. Maybe we can watch outside again.”

You smile widely as Wanda immediately starts to shake her head. The last time you and Yelena had watched a horror movie outside on the second floor, you ended up screaming and throwing pillows over the railing onto the driveway. Nat just smiles into her glass while she watches the chaos unfold in front of her. She watches you recall the incident while Wanda appears to be plotting how to prevent you from doing this. Yelena sneaks food to the dogs that are sitting at her feet before she turns her attention to you. You’re drinking coffee and looking less high by the second, but you’re distracted from your conversation with Yelena by your wife.

You smile innocently at her warning look before you shake your head in agreement. You’ll be smart and just hold movie night in the den instead of at the top of your house. You stifle a yawn in your coffee as you snap your fingers at Boone who you just realized is begging for food at Yelena’s feet.

“Boone no. Come here.”

Dinner passes by too quickly for your liking, but you jump up from your seat to grab your wife’s dish before she can even stand. You shoot her a look, and she just smiles gratefully before you begin to go around the table and grab everyone’s plates.

“Nat are you busy this weekend? I wanted to get back to training.”

You don’t notice the look that Wanda shoots the redhead who’s already opened her mouth to respond. She pauses for a moment before she’s nodding and handing you her plate.

“Yeah, let me check my schedule and I’ll let you know. Thanks.”

You smile widely before you hand the stack of plates to Yelena who’d been prepared to hand you hers. She pouts but doesn’t get a chance to argue before you’re speaking up and motioning for her to follow you.

“Awesome! I’ll pretend like that doesn’t mean you have to talk to Wanda. Yelena and I are going to get cleaning since you cooked, so chat away.”

Yelena sighs but she follows you to the kitchen with a frown and a pile of dirty dishes. Boone of course follows and Wanda watches as you bat Fletcher off of the counter.

“So what’s the verdict boss?”

Wanda rolls her eyes before she nodded in agreement. She didn’t have anything against you and Nat training. Well that wasn’t true. She would always worry that you would get hurt, and she hated it when you came home too sore to do anything other than lie down. That said, she knew how valuable it was for you to be able to defend yourself, and sometimes you even had fun. She mostly wanted to make sure that you were wanting to train for the right reasons. She knew you were upset, and unfortunately when you were upset you didn’t make stellar decisions.

She stole a glance to where you were instructing Yelena to reclean a dish because it wasn’t spotless. She smiles before looking back to Nat with another nod. She just wants to check in with you later to make sure you’re feeling better.

“I’ll talk to her later tonight.”

Your friends left about an hour later. They’d stayed for drinks and after thanking the pair for cheering them up, you and Wanda were left alone again. You sigh as she you shut the door behind the duo and Fanny before locking it with a yawn.

“It’s past my bedtime.”

Wanda smiles before she’s reaching out for you. You move close enough so she can pull you into her arms, and she kisses your hair.

“It is. You need to get to bed if you want your 8 hours.”

You follow your wife upstairs to the bedroom where you immediately head for the dresser for a change of clothes. You continue to yawn as you change clothes and wash your face. While you’re brushing your teeth you watch as Wanda sits on the bed and puts her hair up. You take a moment to admire her exposed skin from where her shirt rides up.

“I have a confession.”

Wanda turns to you with a curious look and you try not to lose courage as you move to sit down on the other side of the bed.

“Okay.”

Wanda’s not sure where you’re going with this, but she doesn’t have to wait long to find out. You shift slightly before you cross your legs and sigh heavily. You meet your wife’s gaze because you want to see her reaction to what you have to say next.

“I don’t think I want to keep trying to have children. I mean I want to adopt. “

Wanda’s eyes widen slightly at the first part, but she’s relieved when you elaborate. She knows that you’d been on the fence about having kids when the two of you met, but since then you’d said you wanted them. She wouldn’t want you to just agree to having kids to appease her.

She opens her mouth to say that she’s perfectly fine with this. That she reached the same conclusion when you speak up again. She realizes you’re nervous, so she hurries to cut you off.

“I know you really wanted to go through the pregnancy, but I’m sure we can find a baby, and it’s practically the same thing, just no sore boobs and massive weight gain. If you really want it though, we can try again, I mean third time’s the--.”

You’re promptly cut off when your wife crawls over to your side of the bed with a sigh. She straddles your lap before wrapping her arms around your neck with a smile. She kisses you once before she’s pulling away to meet your gaze.

“I love you, detka, and I want to have a baby with you. It makes no difference to me how it happens.”

You can’t help but smile at her answer, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. You hadn’t realized how much stress you were putting on yourself trying to get pregnant. You had wanted to do this for Wanda, for yourself because you did want children with her, but honestly this way will be easier. It will be stressful and a lengthy process, but it’s one where the both of you can work together to find an ideal match.

“I love you too. So much.”

You lean in to kiss the redhead again and your hands fall to her bare thighs as you pull her closer to you. When she gasps in surprise your tongue slips into her mouth and you moan at the taste of her. You’ve never been much of a fan of alcohol, but you’ll never tire of tasting it on your wife. She kisses you harder, her arms tightening around your neck before she pulls away just long enough to breathe.

“You still taste like weed.”

You smile at her sheepishly and Wanda’s frown falters at the sight. She rolls her eyes before sighing in defeat before you even apologize.

“I’m sorry my love. I’ll be sure to invite you next time.”

You can’t help but laugh as Wanda playfully slaps you on the arm. The two of you didn’t really do drugs. Outside of the rare times like tonight when you wanted to relax, or the very stressful nights Wanda’s had at work, the two of you had only gotten high together a handful of times. Most of these times were in college, and they just ended with you two having sex for hours on end. Marijuana made you both incredibly needy, and you know that Wanda was only pretending to be annoyed. She would do it with you again if you asked nicely enough.

You run your hands up and down Wanda’s legs as you start to kiss her neck. You love the way she still smells like her shampoo and how soft her skin is. You can and have spent hours just kissing your wife’s smooth skin, but tonight you had something else in mind. You groan as Wanda shifts restlessly in your lap. Her hips moving against yours makes you want to hurry this along.

Instead, you leave a bruising kiss at her pulse point that makes her gasp loudly. She presses her front to yours as her hips rock against yours.

“Shit, detka. Please.”

You sneak your hands under Wanda’s shorts and you feel her shudder at your touch. You smile against her neck before you start to kiss lower.

“Yes?”

You start to kiss down her collar bone and you grab the hem of her shirt before quickly pulling it over her head. Wanda looks gloriously mussed as she shoots you a desperate look. She can’t help but whine as one hand goes to her bare breast to tweak her nipple. She groans again before moving into your touch silently pleading for more.

“Touch me.”

You nearly groan at how turned on Wanda sounds. Her voice is rough and low and you have to remind yourself to take a breath before your hand leaves her shorts to tease her other breast. She leans into your touch, arching her back with a look of pure bliss on her face. She’s clearly enjoying it, but she wants more and you know it. You’re not giving in so easily though.

“Like this?”

You just watch as your wife’s eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a breathy gasp as you continue to pinch her nipples. She eventually manages to shake her head.

“No. More, I need more.”

You hum in acknowledgement but don’t hurry to give her what she wants. Instead, you drop both of your hands to pull your own shirt over your head. You take your time to reach out for her legs before dipping your head down to take a hardened bud into your mouth.

“Tell me what you want. How do you want me to touch you?”

Wanda’s too overwhelmed to answer immediately. She also isn’t sure what she wants more right now, your fingers or your mouth. She’d love both, but she knows what happens when she gets too greedy. You have to stop yourself from smiling as Wanda gasps loudly when you bite down – reminding her that you want an answer. She’s breathless as she finally manages to give you a response.

“Fuck me, please. I need your mouth.”

You smile wickedly before you meet your wife’s lips for a chaste kiss. You break away quickly as you move your hands down to her hips to remove her from your lap. You lay her on the bed against the pillows and meet her lips one more time.

“Anything for you.”

Wanda’s practically shaking in anticipation as you run your hands down her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. You don’t waste much time before taking them off leaving her bare. She squirms against the cold sheets before your hands fall to her hips to still her. You kiss her toned stomach and you both moan in unison as you run your fingers through her wet heat.

“Oh fuck!”

“God you’re so beautiful.”

You continue to tease Wanda until she’s nearly bucking her hips against your hand. You realize you’ve teased her enough and you’re certainly going to pay for this, so you decide to give her what she wants.

When your tongue first meets her soaked folds, Wanda cries out and grips the sheets beneath her fingers. She’s moaning loudly as you devour her like a starved woman. You have to hold her hips down as they buck against your face, and when your lips close around her clit, Wanda’s scream is muffled by her thighs closing around your head.

“Fuck, Y/n. Don’t stop, please.”

You can’t hear what she says, but you have no intention of stopping as your tongue continues to work against her. You take a deep breath, growing faint at the taste of your wife against your tongue. You groan as you double your efforts and leave Wanda shaking against you. The pressure in her lower stomach is building and she stiffens as her back arches off the bed in an attempt to get closer to your mouth.

Eventually you realize that Wanda’s close from how hard her thighs are shaking and how she’s gripping your hair. You smile as you tease her entrance with your fingers before pushing two into her. Your lips circle her clit and she’s screaming as her first orgasm washes over her. She’s cursing and squirming against you but you continue to thrust your fingers inside her once her high has passed.

“I’m gonna come again. Fuck, just like that!”

You smile as you curl your fingers deep inside her and suck her clit hard enough to make Wanda see stars. She comes hard, her hips bucking hard against your face as she’s nearly blinded by the force of her orgasm. She’s breathing heavily as she falls back to the bed and twitches from the aftershocks. Her insides are still squeezing your fingers, so you wait until her muscles relax before pulling out. Wanda groans at the feeling and then moans when she watches you stick your fingers into your mouth with a smile. You’ve always loved the taste of your wife, almost as much as you loved the way she looked at you at times like these.

“You’re so perfect.”

Wanda doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re kissing her. She can taste herself on your tongue and she groans as you pull away from her and try to give her room to breathe. You lie down next to her watching as she eventually catches her breath. She’s sweating and you can’t help but groan as you reach out for her. You can’t keep your hands off of her, and Wanda can tell by just how eager you are that you’re still feeling the effects of the weed from earlier.

“Can you keep going?”

Wanda takes a deep shuddering breath as she tries to concentrate long enough to answer you. Your hands wander her flat stomach and creep up towards her chest. Your touches are meant to be teasing, but you quickly realize that you’re distracting your wife from answering. Much to both of your displeasure, you stop and give Wanda time to answer.

She immediately nods as she reaches out for you again, and you can’t help but smirk at her pleas.

“Yes please. Fuck me again.”

When you wake up the next morning you immediately curse yourself when you realize you have a headache. You’re parched but far too comfortable to get up right now and bother with getting a glass of water. You stifle a yawn as you pull your wife closer with a smile. She makes a noise of protest before she turns around in your arms so she’s facing you. She buries her face in your hair before she takes a deep breath and settles against you.

“Good morning, love.”

You can’t help but laugh when Wanda just grumbles something unintelligible into your neck. You know it’s early from the fact that the sun isn’t up yet, but you’re also certain that you won’t be going back to sleep. You’re cursed with the inability to fall back asleep once you’re awake, but you don’t mind lying in bed next to your wife as she drifts off.

Almost an hour later the sun is beginning to rise, and Wanda has shifted once again. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she lifts her head off of your stomach with a small smile.

“Morning, detka.”

You smile back at her and sit up as Wanda stretches out with a groan.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

Wanda’s response is lost on you as the redhead drops the sheets around her and turns to look at the clock. You’re still staring at her when she turns back and she smirks at you before getting off the bed. It’s time for you to start getting ready for work, and Wanda unfortunately has some calls to prepare for.

“I’m going to shower, do you--?”

Wanda doesn’t even get to finish her question before you’re on your feet and lifting your wife into your arms. She yelps in surprise before holding onto you for dear life, not that she really needs to. You’re perfectly capable of carrying her much further than the five steps into the bathroom, and Wanda finds herself staring at your muscles as you cross the threshold.

“Do you even have to ask?”

Boone is waiting downstairs for you when you finally make it downstairs. You’d taken a longer shower than you should have because of course you got sidetracked. How could you not when Wanda was naked beside you? Either way, Boone is where he always waits for you: standing at the back door ready for his morning walk whining impatiently.

You leave Wanda with a quick kiss before you hurry to let your dog out while the redhead goes to the kitchen to make some coffee. It’s 5:30 and both of you desperately need the caffeine to get through today. Tuesdays are always busy at work for you, and you’ll need the energy to keep up. Wanda’s already running through a list of the things she needs to do when you return with Boone from the backyard. You hurry to feed the shepherd and Fletcher before making your way to the kitchen.

Wanda’s pouring you both cups of coffee when you come up behind her. She expects it and she melts into your embrace as your arms sneak around her waist. You kiss her hair before brushing it out of the way so you can kiss her neck. She’s about to complain because she’s still a little sore from where you’d left hickeys last night and this morning, but you pull away with a laugh.

“You missed a spot.”

Wanda’s quick to turn around and shoot you a glare as her hand goes up to where your lips had just been. She’d taken far too much time this morning covering up all of the marks you left on her with makeup, and now she had to do it again.

“You’re evil.”

You just laugh loudly before you take the offered cup with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry? I’ll cook you breakfast as an apology.”

Since you had a little more time this morning, you made breakfast for the two of you before taking it upstairs. You ate on the deck snuggled up next to each other under a blanket. You sipped your coffee and ate your eggs as you watched the sun rise higher in the sky. After you set your plate on the table in front of you and grab your coffee to warm your hands you turn to your wife with a curious look.

“What’s on your agenda for the day?”

You figure Wanda will have some work to do today. Despite being a lot less busy since moving here, she still had things to work out with Pietro and Nat. You remind yourself to ask Wanda if she’ll go with you to the compound on Saturday before you take another sip from your mug.

“Not much. I figure I’ll try to catch up with Clint and Kate to see how they’re doing.”

You nod at this before downing the rest of your coffee. You need to get ready for work soon, but you don’t want to leave your wife’s comforting presence. Despite her reputation as a terrifying criminal who took no shit, you knew Wanda to be one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. She’s loving and protective, sometimes to a fault, and she cares for her family above all else. You always feel safe with her because you know she’ll always have your back.

“Tell them I said, hi?”

Wanda smiles at this before nodding without much thought. She knew how much everyone missed you being around and she was excited for the possibility to visit later this week.

“Of course.”

You leave for work with Boone a little while later, leaving Wanda and her baby at the house. Sometimes you leave Boone at home, but some days when you know you’ll need a break or a pick me up, you take him with you. He’s well behaved and stays out of trouble for the most part, and he truly loves getting to ride in the car.

Wanda spends most of the day at home relaxing. She’s still decompressing after leaving her extremely stressful job, and sometimes she finds that she’s restless. She sometimes can’t stop texting or calling her brother to ask if there’s anything she can do to help. He usually reminds her that she’s retired before asking her why she can’t do anything fun with her newfound freedom.

With this in mind, she decides to stop thinking about work and heads upstairs to read a little. She lets Fletcher follow her outside despite her fear of the cat jumping down 2 stories before she settles in one of the couches with a sigh. She opens her book which ironically is a murder mystery you convinced her to read. You liked to read a lot of supernatural, crime thrillers and had only been recommending different books to her for years. This is probably the first one she’s picked up because she honestly hadn’t seen the appeal of reading about people getting brutally murdered when it happened at least once a week in her real life.

She’s almost half-way through the book when her phone rings. It’s too early for you to call, so she assumes it’s someone who’s going to pull her from her relaxation. She frowns at the caller ID before answering quickly. As much as she loved her friend, he rarely called her without a good reason.

“Steve, what’s happened?”

You’re as busy as you thought you’d be today. There have been a couple of emergencies that have come in, and being the only available doctor at the time, you’d jumped on them. Now you were juggling four cases while trying to figure out when you’d have a minute or two for lunch. You haven’t even walked Boone yet, but you knew he’d be fine for a little while longer. Honestly your priority was figuring out how to treat this cat whose bloodwork was all over the place.

You were thinking that he probably needed to be hospitalized and you were slightly worried about telling the owner this. He was already very cost-conscious and you couldn’t see him going for hospitalization for his cat that probably ate rat poison. You take a minute to go over your plan before you check in with your assistant to make sure the other cases are at least handled for now.

Once you get the go-ahead you decide that you can’t delay this conversation any further and you head back into the exam room.

“Did you figure out what’s wrong with my cat?”

You suppose there’s no easing into this and you have to remind yourself to not sigh as you start to explain what you found. You push down your anxiety as you watch him frown with each treatment option you mention. Hospitalization could be hundreds of dollars and given how you’ve only been able to do an exam and bloodwork today, you know he’s not going to do this.

“It’s going to be difficult for her to recover from this without prolonged treatment.”

That was really all there was to it. He’s waited too long to bring her in and now she was near death and he didn’t have the money to help her. You’d consider covering the cost if he didn’t get so upset at you. He stood up quickly at what you were implying, and it takes all of your resolve not to take a step back.

“So, what are you saying? Are you just going to let her die?”

You shake your head ignoring his anger as you think about what the next best option is for this cat. You’re getting a bit of a headache from today’s events but you push it aside in hopes of getting this over with.

“There are several medications we can send home with you if you choose not to have her hospitalized. They just might not be enough in her case.”

The sound of him banging his fist on the metal table causes you to jump, and you’re certain other people throughout the hospital hear it. You hold your position somehow, not even shifting as you eye him questioningly. He’s scowling and looks like he wants to spit obscenities at you, but luckily, he sticks to just one.

“That’s bullshit!”

You open your mouth to respond that no, it is in fact not bullshit, but you didn’t get a chance. There was a knock on the door behind you and it opened before you could say anything. Your assistant stuck her head and shot you a questioning look that was clearly directed toward the client.

“Everything okay in here Dr. Y/L/N?”

It’s obviously not, but you appreciate the interruption because it seems that the man across from you realizes that he needs to calm down. He’s not going to benefit from blowing up at you and not getting his cat treated. Eventually you nod and your assistant disappears again, but you have a feeling she didn’t go far. You wait for him to reach a decision and you have to stop yourself from running out of the room when he finally speaks.

“Can I get the name of that hospital again?”

You nod and tell him how to get to the emergency hospital before you leave to grab his cat for him. You sigh in relief once you’re out of earshot and in the treatment area.

“Everything work out, okay?”

You turn to your assistant, Amina with a small smile before you nod in confirmation. You ask her to take Frosty back to his dad, but you make sure to let her know not to linger.

“Yes, thank you. Would you mind taking Frosty to him? He’s headed to emergency hospital.”

Once she’s gone you return your attention to your other three cases. One is stable and you’re just waiting to hear from his owner, and the other two are appointments that you’re super late getting to. You sigh as you check your watch. 12:30.

It’s going to be a long day.

Pietro Maximoff was about to take his lunch when the delivery came. He’d been swamped meeting with business owners who had concerns or complaints, and he’d just returned to his office. He’d be suspicious of the timing when he thought about it later, but as he walked into his office, he didn’t get to shut his door before his assistant Luce was calling out to him.

“Mr. Maximoff! You have a delivery.”

Pietro can’t help but roll his eyes as he meets the blonde at the door. He’s a little caught off guard by the appearance of a large bouquet of flowers, but he’ll worry about that in a second.

“What have I told you Luce? Call me Piet. I don’t have a stick up my ass like my sister.”

Luce of course doesn’t know how to respond to this and she’s left sputtering as Pietro takes the flowers with a quick thank you. He’s left alone to admire the beautiful arrangement of roses and lilies and wonder who they are from. He briefly considers that his sister sent them, but quickly disregards this thought. He sets the vase on his desk before he looks for a card. It’s hidden in the middle of the arrangement making it a pain in the ass to get to, but once Pietro finds it, he frowns.

To Ms. Wanda Maximoff.

It has come to my attention that you recently decided to retire from your family’s business. I would like to meet and discuss the potential for us to continue working together.

- B W v Strucker

Pietro scowls as he reads the note and he’s about to tear it up when he realizes his sister might want to read it. He sighs heavily as he considers his options before sitting behind his desk. He stares at the flowers and suddenly hates the sight of them because of who they’re from.

Strucker has always been a pain in Pietro’s ass since he’d cut ties with his parents. They’d worked together years and years ago, but after they’d gone their separate ways and he’d started his own business, they’d become rivals. They’d been negotiating territory and terms of agreement for years. Wanda had handled all of that and Pietro hadn’t realized how easily she’d managed him until now.

He rarely remembered hearing about Strucker in the past year or so outside of him continuing to stick to their agreement. If anything, Wanda was the one who was pushing him as she slowly but surely encroached upon his side of town.

Pietro pulls out his phone and calls the first number in his contacts. He waits for only two rings before the other man picks up.

“Hey Steve. What’s my sister up to?”

You’re sitting outside in the yard with Boone for the first break you’ve had all day. You’d just finished up with your appointments for the morning, and had a total of 15 minutes before your next one was due to show up. You sigh as you throw a tennis ball to the shepherd who just stands in front of you expectantly.

You think back to the upset client you’d had this morning and how you had been almost certain that you’d have to have someone show him out. You felt bad for him because his cat was dying and despite spending a small fortune at another hospital, might still end up dying. You understood how emotions could get out of control when people’s pets were concerned, but that didn’t excuse his behavior this morning.

You wondered what you would have done if he’d lashed out again, but your thoughts are cut off by Boone’s return. He gets in your face and drops the wet tennis ball in your lap again and you just sigh. You hope that you can finish the rest of the day without anything too interesting happening.

Wanda hadn’t expected to hear from her brother today. As far as she knew he was busy working and wouldn’t have time to chat with her until their weekly get together. She was still trying to figure out how she felt about Strucker’s message, and more importantly if she was going to humor him with a visit.

She hadn’t met with him for months, and that was mostly to smooth things over when she’d gone a little too far pushing his boundaries. Despite their complicated history, the older man liked Wanda, or at least he respected her enough to acknowledge her authority. He would let her get away with things without realizing it and suddenly he’d be blindsided by how large of an effect it had on his business. She hadn’t done anything new recently so she wasn’t sure why he wanted to meet. His note indicated that he just wanted to talk about continuing business, but why he couldn’t talk to Pietro about that she wasn’t sure.

She sighed as she leaned back against the cushions while looking up at Steve. He’d come over to explain what happened and now she was trying to figure out if she needed to make a trip into town tonight. She hated to do it and with so little notice, but she had figured something like this would happen. She had a feeling Strucker wouldn’t just ignore her absence, and this was honestly not a bad way to have to address it. At least he didn’t seem angry about it, for now that is.

“What do you think I should do, Steve?”

The blonde in front of her takes a moment to think about it before he just sighs in defeat. He sits down across from Wanda who’s petting her sleeping cat with a contemplative look. She knows what she wants to do, but it never hurts to get a second opinion. Especially if her decision means missing dinner with you.

Steve rubs a hand over his face with a groan. He’s always hated Strucker and never understood how Wanda could work with him after what happened between them. He was responsible for her parents’ deaths whether he admitted it or not, but Wanda didn’t let this stop her from forming a business relationship with him.

“I don’t think you should go. He’s just going to do his usual schmoozing and just try and get your help with something.”

Wanda’s slightly surprised by this response, but she doesn’t comment on it immediately. She appreciates it when people are upfront with her because it so rarely happens to her anymore. She’d always been told what she wanted to hear and could only trust those close enough to her to tell her how it is.

She thinks about what Steve said and realizes that there is clearly an ulterior motive to this meeting, she just doesn’t know what it is. She wonders how she can go about figuring this out without meeting with him, but she also realizes it doesn’t really matter. If she’s trying to leave Pietro in charge of things, she can’t meet with Strucker in any capacity right now. He needs to understand that the power has shifted to her brother and if he wants to talk business, he needs to see Pietro.

“I think you’re right. After all, if he wants to talk business, he can see Piet.”

Steve nearly sighs in relief but he just nods before he starts to stand. He stops halfway before he eyes Wanda with a raised eyebrow.

“How would you like to tell him that?”

Wanda sighs at the thought of having to make this call, but she doesn’t hesitate to sit up and grab her phone off the table. She unfortunately has Strucker’s number and she’s dialing it before Steve can even excuse himself. Wanda shakes her head silently requesting that he stay as she waits for the older man to answer.

“Am I truly getting a call from Wanda Maximoff herself?”

Wanda nearly rolls her eyes at this as she looks to Steve before lying back once again. Fletcher’s fled from her lap and is making her way over to the blonde who has ignored her up until this point. They have a love hate relationship because usually when he shows up, her favorite person leaves.

“Well, it seemed rude not to respond to the message you sent, Strucker.”

The older man laughs loudly as he takes another drag from his cigarette. He’d been in the middle of something important, but when he saw who was calling, he knew he had to answer. He eyes the slightly squirrely man in front of him who has only grown more agitated once he answered the phone.

“Have you called to schedule a meeting then?”

Wanda shakes her head before she sighs in annoyance. She was supposed to be taking it easy today, not dealing with whatever Strucker wanted from her.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to call Pietro if you want to talk business. As you said, I’m taking a step back from it.”

There’s a long uncomfortable pause over the line as Wanda waits for Strucker to respond. He’s staring intently at the blonde in front of him trying to figure out how he’ll be of use to him, but Wanda doesn’t realize this. She thinks he’s going to complain, which he is, but not to the degree that she suspects for the length of awkward silence.

“That’s disappointing to hear. I was hoping I’d get to see the new place, and meet the wife finally.”

Wanda’s jaw clenches when he mentions you, but she doesn’t take the bait. Instead, she smiles and shakes her head and sticks to her decision.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I won’t be available to talk anytime soon.”

When they hang up the phone Wanda’s left a little annoyed and confused. She’s not sure what they accomplished with that phone call because she still didn’t know why Strucker wanted to see her. He hadn’t contradicted her statement of ‘talking business’, so she assumes that’s what he wanted. She’s not entirely sure, but she doesn’t feel like wasting any more time on it.

“That was unproductive. I don’t think anything’s going to come from it.”

Strucker on the other hand smiles as he eyes Vision curiously. He’s going to help bring Wanda back to the forefront of her business, and he knows just the way to do it.

“I’m going to need you to move ahead with our plan a little earlier than scheduled.”

You arrive home to the smell of dinner cooking and the sound of soft music playing throughout the house. Both the food and the classical music immediately calm your frayed nerves and you feel your aching muscles sag in relaxation. You could fall asleep right now. You eye the couch longingly, but you know that you will be far more comfortable in bed.

“Wands?”

You watch as Boone high tails it to the kitchen to see if he can get any scraps, and you smile widely when Wanda appears around the corner. You don’t notice her smile disappear as you drop your bag on a nearby chair before heading towards her.

“Long day, detka?”

You nod as you practically fall into your wife’s arms with a sigh. You take comfort in Wanda’s presence and you stay wrapped in her arms just breathing her in for a few minutes before you manage to pull away. You’ll talk about your day a little later, but right now you really want to eat.

“How was your day, love?”

You watch as Wanda considers skipping over the interesting part of her day, but she eventually just shrugs. She leads you back to the kitchen because she can tell you’re starving, and sits you down at the counter as she finishes making you a plate.

“It was interesting. I needed to remind some people of what the word ‘retirement’ means.”

You laugh at this as you take the food Wanda offers you before following her to the nearest table. You wait until she sits down across from you to start eating, and of course at that point Boone has also settled right beside you. You ignore him for now and focus on your wife who’s watching you carefully.

You’d clearly had a long day. You looked exhausted and Wanda could tell how you were sitting that you were very tense. She made a mental note to fix this later, but for now she wanted to hear about the details of your day.

“Did anything interesting happen at work?”

You take another bite and use that time to figure out how to explain today’s dumpster fire. You sit up slightly before offering a smile that your wife could tell wasn’t very sincere.

“Well other than having a client yell at me, I had a hectic schedule allowing for a 10-minute break, and oh also this.”

You push up the sleeve of your sweatshirt and show Wanda the long angry red marks on your arm. You’d been clawed by a cat because she’d gotten loose while you were vaccinating her and she’d wanted to show you how much she didn’t appreciate it.

Wanda’s frown deepens as she eyes the painful looking scratches. She makes another note to have you take care of those after dinner. She’s currently fixated on what you said about someone yelling at you though.

“Someone was upset with you?”

You put down your fork, having already finished eating despite only being at the table for 5 minutes before you nod. You think about the client in question and how you still felt bad for him despite how horribly he handles situations. You’d actually mentioned his temperament when you’d called ahead to the referral hospital. You didn’t want anyone else getting caught off guard.

“Yeah, he didn’t have a lot of money or options and grew frustrated. I was the easiest target.”

Wanda knows all too well how this works. She’s been on both ends of this situation before and despite not liking the idea of you facing upset, angry people, she knows you can take care of yourself. She watches you head back to the kitchen after you excuse yourself to get more food. Boone is quick to follow you and Wanda returns her attention to her food for only a second before she hears her phone ring. She groans in annoyance and you can’t help but sigh too as you look around for the device. It’s in the kitchen but you’re not quite sure where until Wanda speaks up.

“It’s on the stool behind the counter, I can--.”

She trails off when you shake your head and hurry to retrieve it. You glance at the caller ID before nearly sighing again.

“It’s Vision.”

You watch Wanda roll her eyes before shaking her head. It’s dinner time and he honestly doesn’t have anything too important to share with her. She’s almost certain of this and she shakes her head before motioning for you to come back.

“Leave it. I’m not talking to him tonight.”

You can’t help but laugh at her distaste for the older man. It’s only been a constant in your relationship with your wife. Some times were worse than others, and especially in the beginning when he was so persistent, but most days she barely had enough patience to tolerate a conversation with him. It didn’t help that he was a liaison for all of their associates and she had to talk to him regularly. She’s just glad that since she’s gotten married, he’d stopped flirting with her so blatantly.

“I won’t complain about that.”

Wanda smiles at you as you sit back down across from her, and you two resume your dinner.

About an hour later, once the animals are all taken care of, and you’re both showered, you address the open wounds on your arm. They aren’t deep, just long and in an awkward place for you to bandage. You begin applying antibiotic ointment to your entire forearm when Wanda returns with supplies to help you wrap it.

She sits down in front of you waiting as you finish up before she takes over.

“Here, let me.”

You hold your arm out for Wanda to carefully place the gauze and then wrap it up nice and tight so it doesn’t slip off. You lean in to kiss her gratefully when she’s done. You groan slightly as you shake your shoulders out in an attempt to get more comfortable. You miss Wanda’s look as she moves to stand up again once you’re settled.

“Detka, lie down on your stomach I want to try something.”

You only hesitate for a moment as you try to put together what Wanda’s thinking. You realize why she’s asking this of you and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d thought about this at some point today. Still you shoot her a questioning look before you shift slightly in preparation to accommodate her.

“Are you sure, Wands? You don’t have to.”

She just smiles at you before nodding and you sigh in anticipation of the relief you’re going to feel before doing as you’re told.

You move to the middle of the bed before rolling over and lying on your stomach. You groan at the stretch in your back before you lay your head down on your pillow. You listen to Wanda get back on the bed and come up behind you. She reaches out for you with a smile watching as you squirm impatiently. You’re always so restless.

Wanda straddles your waist, keeping her weight off of you as she goes directly for your shoulders. She smiles as you groan at the feeling of her fingers working your stiff muscles. You cringe slightly but eventually release a sigh when as the pressure dissipates when your wife pushes a little harder.

You groan again as you shift beneath the redhead as she moves down your back. Your back cracks in multiple places as Wanda puts a lot of her weight onto you, and you can’t help the near obscene noises that leave you.

“Shit, that’s amazing. Ugh.”

When Wanda reaches your lower back, you reach behind you to try and push your shirt out of the way. You want to feel Wanda’s hands on your skin, and luckily, she realizes what you have in mind.

“We probably should have taken this off first.”

Wanda chuckles as she says this and you only respond with a sigh of defeat. You suppose you didn’t think this all the way through. You just nod before bracing your hands by your sides and preparing to push up, but Wanda stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I’ll take care of it.”

You feel Wanda pull your shirt up and you raise your arms above your head to help her pull it off. She tosses it aside before retuning her attention to your lower back. You’ve always had trouble with your back whenever you had to sit for extended periods of time. When Wanda had first met you when you were still studying to be a vet, you’d had a lot of bouts of pain from all the time you’d spent in the classroom. You had fond memories of all of the massages Wanda had given you then as well. They all made you feel much better, and most of them ended with you falling asleep.

You could feel your eyelids grow heavy as Wanda finished up with your shoulders again. She could tell that your breathing was evening out, and from how relaxed you were sleep was just around the corner. Wanda smiles at you lovingly before she moves off of you and the bed altogether.

She grabs a blanket from the closet and spreads it over you before kissing your cheek. You mumble something unintelligible as Wanda turns off the light and gets into bed beside you.

“I love you so much.”

When you wake up next, it’s still dark out, and it takes you a moment to figure out why you’re awake. You groan in annoyance before rolling over and looking at the clock. It’s only 3am, and you are thoroughly pissed at being woken up. The sound of a phone ringing finally registers as you realize Wanda is sitting up to hopefully silence the offending device.

Wanda doesn’t even look to see who’s calling. She’s still half asleep, but she’s quickly wide awake when she hears a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

Wanda listens carefully as Steve tells her what happened earlier tonight. A deal had gone south and the police had confiscated close to $50k worth of product. That would be annoying enough, but Nat had been there when shit hit the fan, and she’d ended up getting shot.

“Is she alright? Where is she now?”

You sit up when you hear how concerned you wife sounds. You feel your anxiety skyrocket when you consider who could have gotten hurt enough to warrant a call at 3am. You wait anxiously for Wanda to listen to what she’s being told, and you feel yourself relax when she eventually sighs in relief.

“Well tell her she’s very lucky, and that I’ll see her first thing tomorrow.”

You wait until Wanda’s hung up the phone before you ask what you’re dying to know. Your wife turns to you with a sigh before she explains to you what happened. It’s still dark out and she can barely see you, but the light from her phone is enough to illuminate your worried expression.

“What happened, Wanda? Who’s hurt?”

Wanda reaches out for you to help ground you before she leads with the important part.

“It’s a minor injury, but Nat was shot during a deal tonight.”

You immediately stiffen at this and you’re already thinking about when you’ll leave. You need to talk to Yelena because she’s certainly worried, and then you need to visit her. And Natasha. Wanda squeezes your hand because she can tell you’re thinking a mile a minute, and she hopes that she can calm your nerves.

“She’s going to be fine, detka. Knowing her she’ll be out of the hospital before we even get to visit her.”

You nod at this before you try to take a couple calming breaths. You hate the idea of any of your friends getting hurt, but Nat’s family and the idea of losing her makes you panic. You remind yourself that she’s going to be fine. Probably insufferably cocky later this week when she can still lay you out on the mat. You make a note to visit her as soon as you can.

Eventually you nod before lying back down to go to sleep. Wanda doesn’t even make it that far before you bolt back up and grab your phone from the bedside table. You text Yelena asking how she and Nat are before you lie down next to you wife.

“Can we visit her before I go to work?”

Wanda nods before she places her own phone away from her. She’s not sure she’ll be able to go back to bed, but she needs to at least try. She’s already considering different possibilities of how this could have happened. It had been a long time since the cops had caught on to her dealings. Everyone she worked with was more careful than that, and the fact that it was Nat who was caught in the crossfire makes her even more suspicious.

Nat’s one of the most paranoid people she knows and the fact that she was caught tonight wasn’t a coincidence. Someone had screwed up. She needs to talk to Pietro tomorrow after visiting Nat.

Wanda turns toward you to try and bring you closer to her, but she sees you texting frantically on your phone. She figures that Yelena has responded, and she doesn’t have to wait long for an explanation.

“Yelena says she’ll keep Nat there for as long as she can, but that we’ll probably need to visit first thing because you know how Nat is.”

Wanda nods at this, still a little lost in her thoughts about tonight. It’s your turn to pull her from them as you reach out for your wife with a smile. You sigh in relief that this could have been far worse, that it was Nat who was the toughest person you know. You’re glad to have Wanda here in bed with you instead of out there at risk.

“Let’s try to sleep? We can scold them both later.”

As expected, neither of you slept soundly for the few hours that you had before it was a reasonable time to visit your friend. You tossed and turned as you had nightmares while Wanda had been plagued by thoughts of who could have slipped up. She’s quick to jump out of bed when the clock finally turns to 6am. You’re a little less enthusiastic, but you realize that you’re not getting any more sleep so you eventually pull yourself out of bed too.

“I’ll go start the coffee.”

Wanda smiles before she heads to the bathroom to get ready for what is sure to be a stressful day for the both of you. She mutters a thank you as you leave and hurry downstairs as quickly as you can while not caffeinated. You find Boone waiting for you in his usual spot. Despite loving to be around you as much as possible, Boone was a guard dog first and he rarely slept upstairs in the bedroom with you. You sometimes dragged him in there and he stayed after whining for a little bit, but most of the time he was downstairs keeping watch, or somewhere on the second floor. You’ve almost tripped on him in the past when you’ve come out of the bedroom first thing in the morning.

“Morning my baby boy.”

You scratch him behind his ears and kiss his head before you move toward the kitchen. You stifle a yawn as you grab the coffee and start to set it up. You’re thinking about what you can make for a quick breakfast when you’re interrupted by the doorbell. You jump almost a foot into the air and you curse under your breath as you spill the creamer you’d just grabbed. You don’t have much time to wonder who the hell was ringing your doorbell so early before you hear Wanda call from upstairs.

“It’s Steve and Bucky! I called them over.”

You relax at this before heading to the front door where Boone is already waiting. He’s staring out the window at the two men who just smile at him while they wait. You open the door with a tired smile before you wave the duo in.

“Morning guys. This is a surprise.”

Bucky smiles sheepishly while Steve looks apologetic as he greets Boone who’s quick to jump up on him. Bucky shuts the door behind him before offering an explanation for their presence not that he really needed to. You figured you knew why they were here.

“Wanda figured that if we were all going to visit Nat anyway, we might as well go together.”

You nod at this before waving the two men toward the kitchen. The smell of coffee brewing had certainly already caught their attention, and now you had a better excuse to make a decent breakfast.

“Sounds good to me. As long as Bucky is the one who drives.”

You hear the brunette laugh while Steve scowls at your criticism. It’s well-known among them that Steve drives far too slowly for your liking. If you had your way, you would drive everywhere at least 10 over, but Wanda didn’t let you drive much for this exact reason.

“Hey now. Some of us like to follow the law.”

You laugh loudly at this as you grab two more mugs and pour them both a cup of coffee. You set it on the counter in front of them before going to grab the creamer you dropped and sugar. You remember that you haven’t walked Boone yet when he comes to sit in front of you and whine.

“I need to walk Boone real quick, but once I come back I’ll make breakfast.”

Steve is quick to put down his mug and shake his head at you. He’s more than happy to walk Boone while you get started on breakfast. Not only does he get to eat sooner, but this way you don’t get sent outside in the dark.

“I can do it. Bucky can help cook.”

You are about to argue but the brunette is already rounding the counter toward the fridge so you just nod in acceptance.

“Thanks, you two. Bucky can you grab the eggs and bacon?”

When Wanda makes it downstairs, you’re almost done cooking and you appear to be laughing at Steve’s expense. She watches as the blonde tries to get Boone to do a trick for a piece of bacon but he’s being very uncooperative. Steve eventually gives up and throws the bacon in the air for Boone to catch. You shake your head in mock disapproval.

“You spoil him. Now he knows he can get away with not listening to you.”

You realize you’re being slightly hypocritical because you are also a major pushover for your dog. That said, when it really matters, you know that he’ll listen to you and Wanda, hell even the two sitting across from you. You watch as Steve opens his mouth to argue, but he quickly shuts it when he realizes he can’t deny what you said. You’re about to comment when you feel arms wrap around your waist and you turn to see Wanda smiling at you in amusement.

“Like you’re not a total pushover for him too, Y/n.”

You scowl in faux annoyance before trying to shake your wife off. She holds you tighter like you’d wanted her to before she kisses your hair and then neck in apology.

“I know, I know. Whatever.”

Wanda laughs at you before releasing you so you can finish your breakfast. You hand her a plate and a cup of coffee before turning your attention back to your food.

“Thanks for coming over you two. I know it’s early.”

They both just shake their head before claiming that it’s fine. They had been planning on visiting Nat, and hearing that Wanda planned to do the same before you had to go to work was just an excuse to get up earlier. It also saved them a trip since they would have tagged along anyway, just as more of a security detail than friends.

“Not a problem. We need to figure out how Nat let herself get shot.”

Bucky says this as a joke, but at least Wanda and Steve know that he’s being serious. He’s not sure if you catch on. You’re focusing on your food and Boone who’s pawing at your leg. The three of them seemed to jumped to the same conclusion about the incident. After Wanda talks to Pietro and they all talk to Nat, hopefully they’ll have a better idea of what happened.

Once everyone’s finished eating, Y/n runs upstairs to get dressed while Steve runs Boone outside again. Wanda and Bucky wait until they hear you close the door upstairs before turning back to each other.

“So what were you able to find out so far?”

Bucky sighs as he recounts what Clint had told him earlier this morning. He’d also been present and he’d been the one to drag Nat out of there and get her sent to the hospital instead of prison.

“Clint thinks that the cops were there the whole time. They just waited for money to exchange hands before intervening.”

Wanda frowns at this as she considers the significance of this. Clearly Bucky and Steve had come to the same conclusion because the brunette just nods in response to what she says.

“Someone set them up.”

Steve returns first and he immediately notices the tense atmosphere that had settled during his absence. He watches a dark expression pass over Wanda’s face as she considers punishment for whoever was responsible. He hears a door open upstairs so he speaks just loudly enough for Wanda to hear.

“We’ll figure out who’s responsible, Wanda. I swear it.”

She just nods in return before she hears you running down the stairs. She’s always hated how you take them two at a time, but since you’d only fallen once or twice, she didn’t have enough of an argument to make you stop. Your face is slightly flushed and you have you bag and keys in your hand like you’re about to go to work. You look between the trio and it only takes you a second to realize you missed something. You’re not bothered by this right now. You’ll figure out from your wife later.

“I figured we take two cars so I can stay for as long as possible before going to work.”

They all nod as they figure out whose car they’re going to take. Steve walks towards you with his hand out but you just shake your head before clutching your keys to your chest.

“No way, grandpa. I’m driving.”

Part 3

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x you #pietro maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff & reader #yelena belova #yelena belova & reader #mob au #mcu fic

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rosekisspeach · 4 months

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TAROT READING//Ming's take on mingkey relationship

Date: 15/Jan/2024 Marker: Selca, Incense Deck of Cards: Trungles' Star Spinner Tarot (Inclusive, Diverse, LGBTQ Theme)

Notes Upfront:

I don't ask my cards questions that I already have answers;

I don't prey on information I should not know;

I respect their personal lives and;

This is for FUN ONLY.

ʕ•̫͡• ʔ stream Minho's Stay For A Night because Ming is a good boy who deserves love, and the song matches the reading energy -ㅂ-

Base Card: 9 of Wands Reverse Past: 7 of Swords Now: The World Reverse Future: The Lovers (I want to stress that I have 4 lovers cards in the deck, each representing different sexual orientations/relationship styles/dynamics, and getting this specific card is a 1/81 ratio instead of 1/78) Past to Now: 5 of Coins Reverse Now to Future: 5 of Cups Reverse Result Card: //

Please take time looking at the cards before proceeding to read the readings, thanks.

Readings:

Before I dive in-depth into discussing the readings and meanings of each card, I want to share the incentive energy I grasp here: honesty. My cards are very honest in delivering information this time, for one, but I also sense that Ming is very honest (to himself) in approaching matters with Bummie now. He is able to better communicate his needs, discuss his concerns, and very importantly, reflect on his mistakes (!) & becoming ready to be a better boy for kibum. This does not mean their bickering nature changes immediately. Rather, as we see in the Live Alone episodes, Ming could now consult ways that fuel their dynamic without hurting bummie or himself. These joyful fights drag Bummie closer instead of pushing him away, and hurting Kibum is what Mings regrets the most in their relationship.

7 of Swords in the Past position matches my reading. In the plain sense, this card means betray. Ming had failed bummie in the past times. What he had believed (the swords he held in his arms), e.g., hetnormative thinkings, helped him accepting his new image, adjusting to work in the industry, and bonding with other SHINee members (and other workers), but it had turned away bummie (the sword behind him). Ming was an insecure boy struggled under the shadow of his father (a soccer couch who naturally prioritizes competitiveness, results, and seniority rules) and an older brother minseok who was better at everything than him at the time. That's why Minho desperately believed he must overcome any challenges to prove his worth. Minho weaponized this mindset, so stubborn even if the blaze hurt people around him. I mean, he is never someone aggressive, but he fought with bummie as if he was not mad at kibum but himself. Mad at the idea of not being the strong man he promised himself to be. He did not realize what protected him is the cloak (people around him, family, friends, SHINee members), not the sword (his will power) ...The distance between him and bummie made Ming lonely. His heart is the crescent hanging on the night sky that longing for love and connection.

To assess the Present, we will be talking about three cards:

the base card -> Ming's attitude in this relationship, the now -> Ming's understanding of this relationship, the event -> what changed that made him to act/think like this.

In one sentence summary, Ming does not feel content of how their relationship functions and he is heartbroken because he sometimes feels one-sided putting most effort. Kibum can be cold and out of reach, as Ming experienced during the military times, and as I joked with my friend when I was doing the cards-pulling, Ming sometimes sees himself as a "clown". He addresses it to bummie but has no confidence in changing their relationship (and changing bummie's attitude) to what he desires: a more honest, heart to heart, same-level love energy dynamic. This is not the "world" or reality Ming wants and he is trying his maximum BEST to alter. However, there is an fundamental unbalance between his and bummie's view of how they should interact, and if you read my readings of bummie's view on the other post later, you will understand it is both out of insecurities.

For Ming, the insecurities come from the pain of losing a great great friend. We have a reversed 5 of coins, the dream of 5HINee achieving success together was shattered like the broken mirror - and one coin, our dear jjong, stays in this never coming true dream forever. My cards are very honest, as I said earlier, and my heart ached when this card came to me. Jjong's death changed Ming tremendously. In ways he now views friendship, relationship, and any intimate interaction. Do you notice how Ming takes photo of everything and every moment he shares with close friends? He maxed out his phone storage on bummie, as if the grieving taught him pictures and videos are the only things he can go to when he lost loved ones. He is afraid of idea of losing bummie (and of course other SHINee members), because after jjong, ming finally realized he is just a little boy hiding under the cloak. Hiding under the protection of his hyung. He was never strong enough to protect himself and what he loves - and this is why, he dedicated himself to work out the “problems" in his relationship w kibum.

To hold bummie closer is to put his shattered reality back in place.

Even if it means the cold treatment and left on read messages.

!!skip this part if you only see them as platonic friends/co-workers and resume when you see exclamation mark again!!

I usually don't do romantic readings on RPS. But the lovers dropped and as I said earlier, getting the "man & man" lovers card is a 1/81 ratio that I think my cards is trying to tell me something. We gotta give major Arcana some respect. And obviously, it gets more evident *spoilers alert* when the SAME lovers card dropped in bummie's result.

I want to keep this section short because it preys on their private life, and assuming anything can be disrespectful. However, considering Ming has posted both rainbow flags and the the notting hill bookshop LGBTQ+ themed books...I will share what I have read on the cards. A lot of tensions between ming and bummies still come from their different opinion of intimate relationship. Bummie has not fully forgive ming because in a small corner of ming's mind, he still holds on some of the hetnormative thinkings. He does not realize that there is an option of love. Or more frankly, he does not realize what he wants (the level of love) from bummie is what bummie only gives to his romantic LOVERS. And only when ming stops "overcoming" the idea of man to man love unnatural (as to support bummie), but truly accepting it (as himself doing it) can make the world right for him and bummie.

!!resume here!!

The lovers card in the future is a beautiful and mind-assuring result, because before that ming still has a long way to go. We have the reversed 5 of cups here, stressing how the past events left scars on ming to a breaking point. He is/will be overwhelmed with pain, sadness, and the feeling of helplessness when trying to forge deeper bonds with bummie. The refusal hurt him enough that he almost gives up. But giving up is not really Minho isn't it? And bummie is sensitive. When bummie finally comes around, forgives ming, and accepts that he no longer can avoid ming's sincere heart, things will be good for them. Things will be great. They will have each other's back and heal together from the past memories, and from losing jjong. The moon will be full.

The only thing ming needs to know is (since my cards are shouting this to me!!), he has to stop project the grief of losing jjong onto bummie. Bummie wants ming to love him, not as the grieving-i need to grab someone way, but really just sees and loves bummie as himself.

-over-

Feel free to chat or find me on twitter @rosekisspeach

#tarot reading #tarot #shinee #kpop tarot #minho #choi minho #kim kibum #shinee kibum #key kibum #stay for a night #mingkey #minkey

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yhwhsdaughter · 2 years

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kishibe x fem reader + quanxi

content: angst, frenemies, mentions of sex, depression

“Why’d you join?”

Kishibe was less than warm, watching with a keen eye as the young woman moved with grace—fist under chin as she contemplated on his question “Hmm..” a few seconds passed before she snapped her fingers, as if the thought had just occurred to her, answering with faux sincerity,

“I want to help humanity!”

Kishibe had been a Devil Hunter long enough for him to know that most people weren’t noble enough to risk their life for the benefit of others. The majority that passed through had a chip on their shoulders - revenge seeking individuals that after facing the horrors of dealing with devils, if they survived, would quit immediately, realizing that it just wasn’t worth it.

“Liar.”

One of the things Kishibe liked about Quanxi was her brutal honesty and mighty fist. Unlike her, their newest addition to the team, a pretty thing called [Name], seemed to mask her intentions behind a wall of innocence, not that he particularly cared.

Unfazed, she responded with an enigmatic grin, “I look forward to working with you, Mad Dog Kishibe.”

Despite reeking of mistrust, the three of them worked well. Quanxi and Kishibe outranked [Name] in skill, though she possessed a nearly unbreakable will. Even when she was on the brink of death, the young woman would force herself up.

“Quanxi-sama!”

Kishibe’s eye twitched. “Unfair treatment, don’t you think?” Everytime he confessed his feelings, Kishibe was at the receiving end of Quanxi’s fist. Yet, the latter’s semblance softened just slightly whenever [Name] got close.

Though he was ignored by Quanxi, his other teammate had no qualms in teasing him, sticking her tongue out, childishly asking as she hung on the woman’s arm, “Jealous?”

For a few months that was their dynamic. [Name] would do her best to piss him off, flirting with Quanxi who would allow such ministrations. “Ah, Quanxi, I don’t mind if you punch me~”

To their surprised, she looked down, “Mn” before planting a soft kiss on [Name]’s lips. It brought a tiny bit of rouge to her cheeks, her battered body suddenly bridled with excitement,

“Kiss me more!”

Truly, to survive as a Devil Hunter, you had to be a little bit crazy.

The frustrated male was often left out of conversations when the two women spoke in Chinese, always initiated by [Name]. She would then glance at Kishibe with a mischievous glint, blowing him kisses. During one of their breaks, he made it a point to ask, purposely blowing smoke in [Name]’s face, which she hated.

“Where’d you learn Chinese?”

Her hand waved through the air, coughing, “Put that out—! And I learnt it from my mother. Her work took us to many places.” One thing he found interesting about [Name] was that she’d always mention her mother, enough for Kishibe to know that the older woman was a renowned doctor. “Father?” the first and last time he asked, she just shrugged, “I don’t know him. Mother only slept with him to have me. He loved her but she didn’t return his feelings.”

Huh, why does that sound familiar?

Extending an arm, Kishibe offered a drag from his stick but [Name] merely shook her head, somehow always conscious of her health.

“Cigarettes kill.”

“So do devils.”

She leaned against the railing, peering at the sky. “Yeah but I don’t want to die yet. Not before I accomplish my goal..” the last part wasn’t meant for his ears. Before he could question it, [Name] turned to him, “Hey Kishibe..”

“Hm?”

“Will you have sex with me?”

They did it a couple of times, mostly to get their frustrations out. Even as [Name] rode him with inexperienced hips, she managed to top him every single time.

As much as he loved women, his weakness was the strong ones. “Annghh.. are you this desperate for Quanxi~? It’s okay, I want to sleep with her too.” She grinned, seeing the conflicted expression on his face - a mix of pleasure and annoyance. Of course she’d take the opportunity to be a little shit, especially when he was more focused on coming than returning her insults.

They laid side by side, bodies slick with sweat. “Don’t think you’re my woman now.” His blunt words did nothing to [Name], who only bit his earlobe, “You’re so cold Kishibe~” she was quick to get up from the bed, her nude back exposed, “I don’t want to be no man’s woman. I want to be Quanxi’s only.”

Love rivals sleeping with each other…

When [Name] made a contract with the Time Devil, she had no need for it. For a month, the young woman worked with a solemn face, the willingness to live now lost. It was the only instance Kishibe saw her cry and the first time he jumped in front.

Her hands felt soft as she stitched up the large wound that ran from lip to ear. “You’re an idiot. Who would want to be comforted by you? I want Quanxi..” is what she said, but the tears pricking her eyes showed otherwise.

Sniffing, [Name] continued her actions. “My mother… is the one who taught me how to..” she blubbered. Though the expression on her face—puffy eyes and snot running down her nose—was an ugly one, it was perhaps the most pleasant moment Kishibe had seen her in.

Finally, her mask had finally come down.

“I did it for her. I wanted to elongate her life but they only gave her a year.” The left side of his face felt numb but he sat through it. “She spent her entire life saving others from their illness but no one could save her in the end…not even me…”

It was unintentional that [Name] became a hybrid, fusing with the Time Devil. He made a contract after she offered her remaining lifespan.

Usually, she only had to make an equivalent exchange to use him. If she wanted time stopped for a minute, [Name] needed to forfeit a minute of her life. However, with her objective gone, the young woman saw no point in living any longer. Thus, she gave herself up.

It’s unknown why the devil would do that, but upon the completion of their contract, [Name] did not age. At the same time, when Kishibe told Quanxi that he liked her, nine years later, the woman admitted to liking their now-hybrid teammate.

“I know.”

Shortly after, he was approached by her. Time passed and though [Name] looked the same, her impish behavior remained but she’d matured a little.

“I’m going with Quanxi to China.”

That was perhaps the last time they would ever see each other. [Name], the rock on the bottom of his shoe, would soon leave his side. Was it pathetic of Kishibe to think that he’d grown accustomed to the feeling of the same stone pressing on his sole and that he did not want her to leave?

She closed in, serious demeanor, pressing a delicate kiss on his mouth, “Take care, Kishibe.”

Yes, a silly thought indeed.

#✎ csm #➶ kishibe #➶ quanxi #kishibe x reader #quanxi x reader #csm x reader #csm x you #quanxi x you #kishibe x you #chainsaw man

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dark-elf-writes · 7 months

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I have to ask how does a person enter the chosen one place? By sleeping or even by meditation?

Because I can see Harry's life slightly changing thanks to the other chosen ones.

Like 5 year with Umbrige? Protests like Grandi, like Malcom X. What can Umbrige do when the students fight back without a fight like she expected. Harry learns of civil disobedience. Send pictures of Umbrige punishment to a lot of pure blood families, surely they don't want their children hurt by Umbrige, they also can make things difficult for Umbrige and Fudge .

Harry dream of Sirius being captured and held hostage? Izuku and Anakin have some plans, like contact Sirius with the mirror.

7 book, instead of the trio hiding in the forest they use safe houses brought by Harry, or in a very fancy hotel, because Harry you are rich! Use the money! Also, Voldy would not suspect Harry and his friends staying at a fancy hotel like Hilton.

Also let's be honest, the other chosen ones want a detailed report of what happened during the first war so they know about the Taboo Name.

I would say any level of unconsciousness would put them in the room and with effort they could probably get there through meditation though some people find that easier than others.

Oh they would all impact each other’s stories but the younger ones would see the most change as they have more of it left to live through.

Harry ordering multiple copies of history books to send to the others because as much as he wants and needs to know he just doesn’t have the time the others do while he’s busy trying to to get murdered by whatever insane plot is happening this year and he trusts them to tell him the important parts. (They do. As Harry grows older he appreciates their honesty more and more.)

It’s Naruto who realizes there’s something going on with Harry in his fifth year, more than the stress from Umbridge and the grief from Cedric. Naruto who sees the signs of something else in Harry, not as obviously as his own burning red eyes and Jinchuriki cloak, but clear enough if you know what to look for. It’s Cloud that sits down with Harry and helps him walk through his emotions, to parse out what are his and not, that tells him over and over that whatever is happening isn’t his fault. They don’t learn what it is on Harry that is causing that feeling of something else for a long while. Harry learns far before they do and decides not to tell them.

(It would hurt them far too much to anticipate the ending. They would try to fight it. To find some other way and he… he knows. Knows there is no other way. Knows he won’t be strong enough to tell them that. Knows that if it came down to it, if his family looked at him and begged him to live, he would, damming the rest of his world in the process.)

Harry Potter walks to his death willingly, before the battle of Hogwarts truly began and none of the Death Eaters watching understand his last words.

After all, why would Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the man who roared in the face of their Lord’s plans at every turn, apologize to them right before he died?

Unless the apology wasn’t meant for them?

Harry’s death, however, doesn’t go nearly like how he planned when he wakes up in The Room with Dumbledore being held at gunpoint and his family demanding answers.

#the elf talks #chosen one support group #I meant to focus on other changes too but this one grew a mind of its own and boops

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legacygirlingreen · 1 year

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Chapter 6 - Yuletide Cheers

Authors note:

Hi! I’m back! And this is the second to last chapter of part 2, BUT there will be so much more when I post part 3 (set back at hogwarts after their holiday). Thanks again to all the awesome, super lovely people on this wonderful platform. This chapter is dedicated to @eternalremorse @opalmoony @hyunrikim for the incredible amounts of support (I’ve had some much but y’all have gone above and beyond!).

As always, open to suggestions and if anyone plays PC and would love to send me some screen grabs with appearance mods that would be awesome! 💚

Word count: 3,900

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713709759369560064/part-1-becoming-a-proper-gentlemen?source=share

She tried not to laugh watching the ordeal. Solomon had sent Anne and Ominis away while she finished cooking to allow the poor young man a chance to learn how to properly use the razor without the sick girls prying eyes. To his credit, Solomon was actually trying to be gentle and helpful, it was just growingly apparent how both their patience was wavering as Sebastian was struggling with the lack of visibility under his jaw and chin.

She watched as the pair kept passing the razor back and forth, Solomon demonstrating on himself before allowing Sebastian the ability to replicate in the small mirror they had in the corner.

“You’ll get the hang of it” the older man tried to reassure him, but Sebastian grew annoyed at how difficult the process was growing to be.

“It is impossible to see” he hissed out with terse tone, setting the razor down, attempting to collect himself. Somehow the pair had been able to quietly draft a letter together without issues, yet that ability to get along was slowly slipping away from both the Sallow men.

Looking around the room, the older man got an idea, reminded of how their father had also struggled with teaching Sebastian’s father, leaving the task to him. He noted the humored expression the girl was sporting while she cautiously stirred whatever was in the caldron in front of her, observing as the young man struggled. Without saying anything he gestured to the girl, who looked startled realizing he was beckoning her.

“Luckily you have a lower set of eyes if you need them.” He told Sebastian, stepping aside and letting the girl take his place. Thinking back to what his nephew had mentioned earlier during their conversation. Solomon decided he would allow them to toe the line of reasonable given the fact that Sebastian was deadly serious with his intentions, and knowing he would be there to chaperon them. In all honesty learning to cope with domestic life would be important anyway for the both of them.

While Sebastian found himself surprised that his uncle had drawn the girl in to help, he did not exactly feel the need to complain. Having her involved in the situation could prevent him from an outburst, as he truly was growing frustrated. Plus, he always enjoyed the feeling of her delicate hands on him.

“I’d dare say that’s the most interesting way I have ever been called short in stature” she joked, attempting to diffuse the growing tension. Solomon laughed, gesturing for her to grab the razor she gifted off the small table. Carefully she did so, looking to him for guidance as she had absolutely no experience in this arena.

She carefully watched as the older man explained how she could assist Sebastian, before turning to him herself. He looked down, noting the way her face had gone from humorous in the kitchen to slightly pale now. Softly brushing one of her loose hairs behind her ear he told her “You got this.”, attempting to reassure her confidence.

She could only find it in her to nod, gingerly lifting a hand to hold his chin up. When his brown eyes disappeared from view she faltered, but only for a moment, knowing there was little chance of actually hurting him. Pulling the skin tight, she looked back over her shoulder to his uncle for reassurance, as she mimed the movement. He only nodded, stepping back towards the kitchen to give them a brief moment of privacy.

Sebastian watched her through the mirror as her eyes carefully assessed the expanse of his jaw. The only sounds inside the small house was the occasional stirring of the caldron or the scraping of the razor on his skin, before she’d wipe it off then continue. Eventually she gained confidence in the movement, finishing the task and setting the razor down.

Sebastian finally looked back down at her, their eyes crossing. He beamed seeing how happy she looked back up at him. Using her thumb, she whipped the remaining foam from his chin, as a bright flush worked its way onto his cheeks. Knowing Solomon was just around the corner he carefully mouthed “I love you” and she returned the sentiment by widening her smile.

“Not sure if I did it right, but I tried my best” she said, stepping back to let Solomon resume his position before she moved away.

“Well?” Solomon asked, while Sebastian leaned forward, assessing how their combined effort manifested. Feeling around he didn’t find spots that had been neglected. As his fingers ghosted over the spot where she’d held his face he smiled.

“Definitely much better than if I had attempted that on my own or with Ominis back at school” he said.

Solomon laughed at the thought of the blind boy his wards spent most of their childhood around with having to be the one instructing his nephew without sight. Sebastian cleaned up while his uncle resumed conjuring a tree for the living space. Eventually Sebastian crossed the threshold back to the kitchen, joining her by leaning against the counter where she had started folding dough for bread.

When Solomon turned his back he leaned down whispering in her ear “still just as handsome?”

“Devilishly” she muttered under her breath as he smiled and reached a hand to help her. His arms wound from behind her body to resting the the dough on the table top as he started to help knead. She took a step towards the table, hips touching the solid furniture as he followed closely behind her. She gave a warning glance over his shoulder to knock it off, as Solomon wouldn’t be distracted for long.

He relented, coming back to her side just as Anne and Ominis decided to wander back. As they did so she finished preparing the last of the food and Solomon finished making the house feel homey for the holidays.

Sebastian helped pass the young woman a towel as she finished washing her flour covered hands. She thanked him with a gentle brush of her now clean hand against his cheek before moving back around the table with everyone else.

Solomon brought out a bottle, she couldn’t quite read the label to, and set out enough small glasses for everyone as he filled them with a flick of his wand. Once they were full Anne brought a glass for herself and carefully handed one Ominis as Sebastian did the same for her. They all held them close as Solomon spoke.

“I know this years been hard on everyone, and I’m not one for words so I will keep it brief, but I’m glad we can all be under the same roof and enjoy the Yule time together. Things have been different since this time a year ago, but it’s important for us to remember that family, is the most important thing we all have. Gaunt, I am glad you continue to allow us the honor of being your chosen family. As for our newest member, your presence has been wonderful addition amongst this household. We may not have much, but being able to lean on each other remains something we Sallows do best. To another year of laughter, family and love” he said, raising the glass.

“dheagh shlàinte” the twins said nearly in unison as they brought their glasses together with a small tap.

Ominis and her followed suit, the words being repeated despite being somewhat foreign on their tongues.

Once they had finished the toast, she looked at Sebastian who’s eyes met hers playfully over the rim of his glass before he tossed the drink back without caution. She quickly moved to follow suit and when she did the liquid immediately burned her throat. Over the years she’d had her fair share of muggle wines, even other liquors, but this was entirely different.

Unable to contain herself she let out a shaky cough from how unprepared she was at the drink. Beside her Ominis stifled his own, still not used to the amber liquid, but having done so a year prior with the Sallows was mildly more prepared.

Sebastian laughed at her reaction to the scotch, sliding the glass from her hand before carefully pulling her into his side. Raising a gentle hand up her back he suppressed the remnants of his laughter into a soft chuckle. “I believe the Scotch has proven to be too fiery for you my dear” he said as she finally composed herself.

“I just wasn’t expecting it to burn that bad. How on earth are you used to it?” She asked him, bewildered that even Anne could drink without repercussions in her poor health. The Sallows let out a laugh at her expense, finding it funny only the non natives were struggling against their countries alcohol.

“I’m a Scotsman. Don’t worry m'eudail, we shall make you into a true woman of the highlands before it’s all said and done” he said, gently patting her back before returning his hand to his side.

She felt herself warm at the way he allowed the Gaelic to roll of his tongue, a language she rarely heard him speak unless it was in frustration under his breath. Hearing him use it so openly, and almost sultry, was alluring. Combined with the warm feeling the alcohol was causing the bloom in her chest, she was gracious that Anne was distracted by handing out presents for anyone to notice.

Well, anyone besides Sebastian, who was beaming at noticing his ability to sprinkle in his other language was seemingly flustering you. That would definitely be something he would have to use and comment on in the future…

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Everyone had exchanged small gifts, and the night continued with everyone sipping either the wine Ominis had brought from his family’s estate the last time he’d been forced home or the Sallows firewhiskey. The taste of cinnamon I’m the amber liquid was slowly growing on the new 5th year as she avoided coughing now with each sip.

Curled up with her legs under her on the small couch they’d transfigured the table into after dinner, she watched as Anne was attempting to learn the formal waltz Ominis was instructing her through. Solomon stood in the kitchen, whispering with Sebastian as they both cleaned up from dinner. She couldn’t help but feel slightly light headed from the alcohol but not past the point of being gone, just warm and a little fuzzy.

She admired the small gifts she’d received, making sure to thank each of them graciously. Ominis had brought her a new blanket for school, remembering that in one of their nights in undercroft she complained about how freezing their dorms always were. Anne had painted her a small portrait of feldcroft in the snow, making sure she wouldn’t forget their time together, knowing that she’d come to love the small hamlet. Even Solomon chipped in, replacing the clothes she usually wore when on business for the keepers with Professor fig, gifting her a charmed protective harness that also provided many places to store potions. He even offered to teach the girl some potions beyond what they taught at hogwarts in case she once again found herself in a tricky situation.

Still wearing the locker from earlier, her fingers wound around the cool metal on her collarbones. It’s chill felt nice on her warm skin and she smiled knowing Sebastian had gifted her such a thoughtful item. Glancing back over to where he was standing with his uncle, she was surprised to notice them both already looking at her. She blushed, worried at what the men were saying. All thoughts were abandoned when Teddy appeared flapping wildly by the kitchen window, tapping his beak against the glass. The shock caused Sebastian to quickly pull his glance from her as Solomon whipped around seeing the owl at the window.

“Sebastian you might want to-“ Solomon started and he quickly cut his uncle off by rushing outside to collect his pet.

When he round the house he took the letter from the owls talons and tossing a small snack to the bird before running down the road slightly to put enough distance between himself and the house. He didn’t want anyone following him as he knew the contents of the letter were something that was either going to make or break him.

Sebastian immediately tore into the envelope once he guaranteed he was alone, seeing “Mr. Sebastian Sallow” depicted on the outside.

Greeting Mr. Sallow,

It is wonderful to finally hear from the young gentleman with whom our lovely daughter has begun sharing affections towards. I appreciate your maturity and grace in how you have conducted such manors. Albeit we would have preferred a more personal method of meeting, than via letter correspondence, my wife and I are understanding of the limitations at this time. It had been our sincerest hope that with the opportunities provided by studying abroad, perhaps our child would be able to find a suitor that she agreed to, as my wife was struggling to find a gentleman to meet everyone’s standards of approval. We only wish the best for our daughter. While it may take some time to arrange and agree upon a proper dowery, we would be willing to seek counsel to come to a swift and fair arrangement.

My only request is that upon the completion of your extension, you accompany my daughter so that we may conduct the proper business of announcement to our circle on your behalf, as well as formally meet you. A few weeks into the summer we wish to host you in our home in friendship and concluding the financial aspects associated with such a proposition. We look forward to hearing word from you in the future and will be in touch with the details, but for now, we both offer you our blessing.

Kind regards,

The y/l/n Family

P.S. Thank you again to you and your family for hosting our daughter over the holidays. We cannot express the extent of our gratitude towards you and your Uncle for taking care of her during this time. Providing shelter and protection are important aspects of a man towards his family, knowing even now as a young man that you prioritize those aspects certifies our confidence in you Mr. Sallow.

***** ***** *****

Sebastian stumbled back into the family home in time to see Ominis attempting to lift a tipsy y/n off the sofa so they all could retire for the night. Tucking the note back into his coat pocket he nodded to his uncle before crossing the threshold to help Ominis collect her.

“I’ll take it from here Ominis” he said

“Sebastian, once you return her to the tent please return to help finish cleaning up.” Solomon spoke and Sebastian nodded, knowing his uncle’s ulterior motives of wanting to know what her father had said without everyone else listening.

Carefully sliding an arm under her bent knees, the other coming to rest along her backside, he lift her from the spot she was asleep on the lounge. As he did so she shifted enough to wake from her light slumber. At the realization of her drunken form not only in his arms but also in the air she squealed, a fit of giggles filling the quiet house as she kicked her feet.

Everyone’s head swiveled around in time to see her arms gripping along his shoulders for support as she nuzzled the side of his face with her nose. “My Sebs!” she said through the cheerful laughter before laying a loud smack of a kiss upon the cheek closest to her.

Sebastian’s face flamed at the attention she was providing him while they had an audience, but he realized most of it was a result of her inebriation. He worried for a moment that the day would be concluded with Solomon being angry about her outward display of affection before he was able to settle her but his loud booming laughter filled the home, followed by Ominis’ as usual raspy chuckle and Anne’s cheerful giggles.

“It appears that your Bonnie cannot handle her liquor in the slightest” Solomon commented watching as her display continued. She had kept pressing small kisses on whatever skin she could reach in between moments of just staring at his nephew with big doe eyes. Every so often the girl would let out some love stricken comment in the young man’s direction: My Bash. So Handsome. My heart.

“She would have to be to willingly kiss Sebastian” Anne let out the dig at his expense as the group continued laughing and the girl in his arms was blissfully unaware of anything except him.

Sebastian simply scoffed at them before turning down to look at her while saying “Alright Angel, let’s get you lying down”. Anne moved to the door, turning the handle, and stepping aside so he could carry her through the threshold. The second they made it outside she shouted “HAPPY CHRISTMAS FELDCROFT!” As the few people milling about responded with a hearty “here, here!”. Sebastian looked down at her just in time to see how she waved at them over his shoulder.

He chuckled, loving how she had grown to love the hamlet in such a small window of time. While he hasn’t spent his whole life in feldcroft, it was a place special to him. After his own personal revelations, as well as seeing her so at peace in the village, he wondered if this was the kind of place she’d want to build a home. Should he arrange to buy a plot with or without her? Should they make that decision together or should he surprise her? She always spoke of feldcroft as if it was “right out of a storybook”, in such amazement and wonder. Would she want to spend her days here? Maybe not in the village square, but perhaps nearby… They could build a home on the cliffs side close to the ocean and the town. Or once the war was over maybe put in an offer with the ministry to purchase Isadora’s manor, restoring it and allowing her to remain connected to the school for easy access to the undercroft.

Perhaps it best to probe her thoughts on the matter a different day. He had still yet to think of a way to formerly propose, knowing he wished to do so before the end of the school year, allowing them the proper time to arrange these things together as well as comply with muggle traditions of longer engagements and shorter courtships. While he was sure some of their pure blood house companions may see the situations in a polarized way : many having their betrothal arrangements in order since they could walk such as Ominis’s older brother Marvolo, the rest would find the concept of muggle engagements perplexing.

Personally he did as well to an extent: if you wanted to marry why not just do such a thing? What need for theatrics? However he supposed having knowledge that back at school all their male classmates in the near future would know to completely back off as they were to be wed would be a welcome sight. Thinking of her sitting next to him in charms while his ring sat upon her finger and their classmates could only stare at the declaration of their commitments… it’s a thought that almost made him drop her accidentally as he crossed the last threshold to the bed.

“Alright Princess your chariot has arrived” he said playfully lowering her, attempting to move back when she grabbed his hand.

“Stayyy with me” she said putting on her best pout and he chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“I have to help Solomon, but I shall return soon enough” he tried to reassure her gently, however the look she gave him made him want to abandon his word to his uncle.

“I promise sweetheart. Then I’m all yours” he told her gently

“All mine?” She asked, girlish grin working on her face as she spoke the words in amazement.

“Till the day I die” he confirmed, kissing her knuckles before slipping away successfully.

When Sebastian’s stepped back inside the home he saw that his uncle had mostly finished straightening up, little left to do. As they finished returning the chairs and table back to order together he removed the letter from his pocket, passing it off.

Sebastian wanted to avoid staring while his uncle read her family‘s words so he took to browsing some of the books that had belonged to his parents on their bookshelf, trying to find one that he hadn’t touched in years, knowing it would still be there.

“The Unionization of Muggle and Magical Society” by Alice Sallow

Finally plucking one of the many books their parents had written in their brief lives from the shelf, he turned over the tomes leather cover, sliding open the first page, reading “Dedicated to my beautiful twins. My lights, my world, my everything, Thank you for your ever present inquiring minds, may they never grow dull. Sebastian and Anne, are so very loved. ~ Mum”

Sebastian almost wept reading those words again after all this time. People at school rarely discovered his parents research and theories, and if they did very few had the gall to joke about such words to him or Anne. Unbeknownst to him, Madam Scribner would always make sure they were returned with care, tracking down students who mistreated their work with tea stains or tears in the binding, afraid Sebastian or Anne would be upset to see their parents work disrespected in such a manor.

He thumbed through the book, knowing his mother had left a section on the proper ordeals of handling marriage arrangements between the two societies, detailed the difficulties between them. He doesn’t really know why he hasn’t thought about consulting it until now. For years reading the works brought such pain he wasn’t able to get far, now the thoughts of having motherly advice in this arena was welcome. Like his mother was standing beside him, offering him ways to take this young woman’s hand and run off into the sunset.

Once Solomon stepped around the wall dividing the areas he handed the letter back, not mentioning the book in his hands. Sebastian simply placed the letter to mark the spot he planned on reading when he got back to the privacy of his dorm room in hogwarts.

“I suppose now it’s on you to offer, then the rest will come into place” Solomon spoke

“It appears that way. I know there’s logistics but it feels… surreal in a way knowing I can move forward with that train of thinking. In some ways I figured they would be apprehensive, but I guess muggles differ from us in that regard.” He said, fingers tracing over the imprinted words on the tome, lost in thought.

“I remember when your mother was researching for that” Solomon gestured to the book in his hands.

“I regret not paying attention to their work much when we were young… so much of it seems like it would be helpful now” he said, deep down knowing that he couldn’t have expected much from his formative self to find scholarship fascinating.

“You inspired so much of it. You with all your questions of ‘why’ and ‘how’… often times they knew little of what to say, leading your parents in pursuit of an answer. Your father always had his nose buried in a book, even when we were young, and I admit I never quite grasped the appeal of doing so, I respected their work nevertheless.” Solomon spoke gently grasping the last of the scotch bottle, pouring a glass for the both of them.

“What shall we toast?” Sebastian asked raising the cup.

“How about a toast to becoming a proper gentleman your parents couldn’t have been more proud of” Solomon spoke raising his as Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat.

“and finding a witch that makes me want to be a better man” he said trying to keep a more light tone.

Cheers.

Translations: m'eudail - darling/sweetheart

dheagh shlàinte - Gaelic cheers meaning to good health

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