#divorce lawyer tony

[romanoffsbish]

The One That (Almost) Got Away

Natasha Romanoff (Intersex) x ChubbyMilf!R

GN!OC (Ryan) x Fem!R (Freshly divorced)

Natasha’s not the step-dad, she’s merely the dad that stepped up | WC: 9,218

Warnings: Ryan is dickhead coded | R Ghosted Nat so she is too | Confusing Feelings | Insecurities all Around (Body / Worth) | Everyone’s Horny | Happiest of Endings Though 🥰

Smut: Natasha has a penis | Oral - Both | Multiple Positions (Wall / Doggy / Guided Dick-Riding) | Praising / Degrading | Dirty Talk | Face Slap (R) | Heavy on Breeding | KO (R) | Needy R -> Cockwarming | Switch Energy but R basically Bottoms

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Natasha watched you intently, just like she always did, and just like every time before now she wasn't left disappointed. Well, besides that time when you married Ryan, you looked gorgeous stood up at that altar, but you were painfully mismatched. They were the first person you had ever dated, but you never truly loved them. You loved Natasha though, she knew that deep within her yearning soul, felt it deep in her bones, but alas you chose the stable familiarity over love.

Natasha told you every time you two had made love that she wanted the whole thing, but you were in a committed (open) relationship. You had a child with another, and you decided she (deserved better) wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. So, for the both of your sakes you had stopped coming over a year ago, without a word of goodbye—like a coward.

It broke you just the same, but at least you had a distraction with your infant around. All Natasha had was the haunting memories of a genuine love and, dangerous missions, a nearly lethal combination. It was only last month that the redhead stopped being reckless, which coincidentally, is exactly when she had heard of your unexpected divorce proceedings.

Tony had very loudly, intent obvious, offered a sobbing you a spacious, well-equipped place to stay since Ryan decided to kick you out, of your house. He also got you a better divorce lawyer. When she pestered him for a why though he had refused, stating 'you'll know soon enough' in the most ominous, almost threatening, way.

The reactions to your tumultuous entanglement around the compound were mixed. Most thought you two were a great match, those who met Ryan felt this way, others felt Natasha could do better than the girl who left her hanging. Then there was Tony, who alone believed the both of you to be aloof little cowards.

Ergo his childish response. Yet here you were, at the compound she still lived in, and she still hadn't been informed... It was driving her crazy, but she kept her cool, or at least she tried to, but you made it hard.

So damn hard not to run over and yell at you, just to then kiss you breathless, then she figured she would yell at you some more; but with less clothes, and in a passionate reunification of two desperate souls.

But she stood stuck to her spot, wishing desperately that she had Wanda's handy ability to read minds...

You stood across the field in a moment of uneasy silence. Pepper had to leave in a hurry, Tony excused himself with a promise to return. So now, without distraction, you were left lost in tumultuous thought.

Ryan and you had called it quits just six months ago after you gave birth to your sweet little girl, Delilah. To the outside world they looked like a bad guy, but with one peak into the carseat hood that currently shielded your daughter from the sun, everyone would know.

Know that maybe everyone was a bit wrong here...

There was only one rule the both of you set, don't let anyone else create life with you, and with Natasha's enigmatic charm you broke it easily. Ryan was still somewhat involved with Carter, but they denounced you and Delilah instantaneously. You knew better to expect anything else, but you were too petrified of being alone with two littles to see it all clearly.

Fortunately though, Tony adored you and had set the three of you up in a cushy upscale home just outside of the bustling city. There was a park on the corner, it was your only safe haven as you waited for the divorce to finalize, it was where you processed your grief over the entire situation, and realized this was always the way life would work out. One day the redhead would be there with you, scooting down the wide, curvy red slide with Carter, and Delilah giggling in her lap.

It was an inevitability of the rawest proportions.

You couldn't stop loving Natasha if you tried, which you halfheartedly did, and she loved you without the intent to stop—fate finally felt the need to intervene.

You felt her burdened gaze the moment you entered the party, and you were burning under the weight of it. There was a blip of fear that she would never forgive you for keeping her daughter from her, but you also figured she'd understand. If you were going to work as a couple, it had to be without Ryan's interference, and they were hellbent on making sure you weren't happy even though they were with Rochelle, the supermodel.

If you so much as contacted Natasha they were ready to claim this was always your plan. Not that they'd have much of a leg to stand on, but you weren't risking them winning so much as partial custody, simply because it was just to spite you. Ryan never wanted to be hands on, it seemed they more so liked the title of being a parent and spouse, but never the actual role. If they had won you know your son would only suffer.

Disappointed was an understatement, but you didn't hold pity for yourself because everyone warned you of their immaturity from the jump. Natasha warned you everyday leading up to the wedding, she pleaded with a hurt that broke your heart wide open, yet you were stubborn, and now you are right where you deserve.

The fear of a harsh reaction held you back from approaching her, hearing an 'I told you so' or a 'what did you expect to happen?' wasn't exactly something you could handle. Even if it was what you deserved, so, you decided to leave it to her. You wanted to give her the chance to take the first step in case she was only seeking to scream at you for breaking her heart and never returning any of her calls or texts, and oh yeah, for the icing on the fucked up cake you'd baked you would have to add keeping her child from her.

Natasha couldn't focus on anything but you since you had arrived though, she actively willed you to look up at her, but she soon realized you were purposefully ignoring meeting her gaze. The ill advised thought that even when single that you wouldn't want her around broke her spirit down into nothingness.

Was she really not good enough for you?

Who was she kidding? Of course she wasn't... You were clean of a harsh origin, with a compassionate aura that bled right into your ability to be an amazing mother. Natasha wanted kids, yours specifically, but with her cold upbringing she feared she would never be what they would need, and in turn she would let you down.

Natasha didn't get to linger in her sadness for long before Maria was nudging her shoulder. "For fucks sake Romanoff, could you at least pretend to be interested in my plights?" She was reminded of the riveting conversation she'd been engaged in moments prior with a raging Maria and an instigating Wanda. Her silly relationship problems with Danvers no longer interested her when she was faced with her very own problems rooted in an extended period of longing.

Natasha rolled her eyes, and adjusted her pants to better conceal the hard on she was suddenly sporting. You just looked too good, motherhood had only ever enhanced your beauty, her purest desires for you only surplussed after your son's birth. It pained her so that you'd lived like your beauty was lost due to a miracle, and it was that night that she showed you otherwise.

The night she gave actual life to her love...

Ryan had made the first distasteful comment, it was why you were at the compound that day after all. Using the free gym six months out from your son's birth, which was fine, but you were indeed overdoing it since you had a bad back, and it was Nat who stopped you.

"Y/N, you need to take it easy, you like just had a baby," she'd tried to help, but you glared at her with angry tears in your eyes. "It's fine Nat, I need to do this. I am literally in terrible shape, I am so ug—," you'd muttered in obvious frustration, but she didn't dare let you finish your sentence. She took you right there on the mat, then again in the showers, and finally she took you to her bed and gave you all of her love.

That wasn't the start of your sinful relations, but it was the beginning of the deep lines officially blurring. Where the love the two of you felt for the other was finally released through breathy moans, soft kisses and the heat of the moment filling of your barren womb.

Every time you didn't see the beauty in your body she did, and she reminded you so well... It was not a shock to you when you saw the test; more like a total relief.

Natasha obviously knew something happened, it changed everything for her, because you and her best friend, Carter, were no longer coming around. The redhead actually sobbed on his first birthday, and she still has all the gifts she bought for him in her closet.

Wanda followed her best friend's gaze to you, and she smiled sadly. The witch was the first person you came crying to over the news, and it hurt her heart to keep this secret from Nat, but she knew that today was the day it all changed. You were going to make it all right.

Your divorce was finalized after Tony's lawyer put Ryan in their place. The open marriage was their choice, you had proof that they pushed you into agreeing, so the judge deemed your daughter's paternity a natural consequence. Now that they lost, they moved outside of city limits with their younger lover, and you contently remained in the upper-scale house, the one that didn't burden you with memories.

"Go talk to her Nat," Wanda encouraged, "Take the chance, I promise you it'll at least be cathartic."

Natasha sighed, "She's better off without me."

The redhead kicked up a cloud of dust as she sent one last longing glance your way. Her heart stuttered at the sight. You'd moved, this time her eyes found you leaning back against a table. A soft look in your eye as you watched your giggling son, Carter, clumsily chase Morgan around the field. It'd been awhile since you've been back here so you were involved in a conversation.

The grey sundress you wore was perfectly hugging your curves, and the skirt of it was flowing with the light breeze, giving her a glimpse of the silky skin of your legs beneath. It was tastefully cut, but it still allowed her to see the curve of your swollen, sagging breasts.

Natasha's eyes were focused in on the way you sucked on your popsicle though. Her cock twitched in her boxers as she saw you hollow out your cheeks, her dick longing for the oh so familiar feeling of the gesture. You mindlessly wiped away the sticky mess of artificial juices with your fingers, and her eyes were locked on them, you lifted them to your lips to suck off the sticky mess and it reminded her of that time she'd shoved hers, covered in your shared arousals, down your throat. It was the most intimate moment she'd ever shared with another, and that made her resolve fall.

The redhead couldn't stand any of it anymore, not the ache in her chest, nor her boxers, so she rushed inside the compound, ignoring the awkward stares. The door that slammed afterwards caught your attention.

Tony shoved your arm. "Go after her Y/N!"

You stared down at the stroller, admiring the peace your daughters sleeping face brought as your nervous fingers fidgeted with the strap of the diaper bag. You felt nothing but guilt after a moment though when her little eyes fluttered open to reveal a sea of familiar green. You began to wonder if Natasha would be better off without you since all you seem capable of is hurting her. All she's ever done is pour her love into you, and you actually ghosted her—the perfect woman. The longer you thought it over, the sillier your reasons felt.

Tony invited you over for this barbecue to celebrate his retirement, but you weren't dumb enough to not know why he wanted you to come. Steve, and Natasha were also retiring, the notion that the redhead was giving up this life regardless of you made your skin crawl.

Was she retiring for you? Did she know you are divorced? You knew Tony blabbed a lot, so it wouldn't surprise you if that's how she had found out.

Or was it for herself? She'd earned the right and it was a bit narcissistic to think you played any part here.

Did she have plans to find the life she wanted with someone else since you were a coward? It would only serve you right, you knew you didn't deserve her.

Tony saw the turmoil in your eyes as you picked at the foam, he gently pulled your hands from the stroller, and nodded to the door with a stern expression. "No..."

"Y/N," he sighed, ready to fight you for being a coward, but then his face fell in offense as you spoke, "You are not exactly baby proof Stark." The man scoffed, "You can't be serious, I am a perfectly functional dad!"

You deadpanned, "You are the fun dad to Pep's productive. You have her while Pepper is at a meeting and Morgan's shirt is now on inside out, she's ate off everyone's plate and if my eyes aren't deceiving me, she has a contraption from your lab. My son better..."

Tony immediately took off and you giggled, enjoying the moment of peace just before your daughter began to cry. If only Nat would have waited a minute she'd have seen you pull the tiny redhead from the stroller. It was uncanny how similar to Natasha she was.

Infuriating was more like it really, you carried her for ten excruciatingly long months, and all she got was your hair texture, lip shape, and unfortunately—temper. Everything else was Nat, aside from the blend of her skin tone, it was a beautiful mix of you both.

"What's the matter lyubov'?" You coo'd and pulled the sniffling baby girl to your chest. Unaware of the presence of your former teammates behind you. Wanda beamed at the knowledge of you learning Russian for your daughters sake, she knew Nat would likely cry at the notion too, but Maria merely gasped.

"Oh my gosh, is that Romanoff's?!" Wanda elbowed the nosy woman, at this point she wondered if Maria being the second in command for Shield was a good idea with the way she loved to gossip and tease. "Mhm..."

Wanda's hand fell on your shoulder, you were never much for staying silent, so you simply humming gave way to your obvious anxiety. "She's only crying my dear, because she knows you have unfinished business to tend to." You turned to her with a teary gaze of your own and she used the pad of her thumb to wipe them away in comforting strokes. "Hand me my niece, and go fix things with Natasha dorogoy, it'll be okay."

Delilah instantly stopped crying, her wobbly head turned slightly as she recognized Wanda's voice. The two shared excited smiles, one adorable and gummy, and the other accompanied by the faintest of wrinkles to show a long life lived. Wanda's nose was scrunched as she regarded your daughter with pure elation, and you had no qualms leaving her behind with Wanda.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as you passed her off, and Wanda wrapped her arm around your waist to offer you a comforting embrace. "All is forgiven as long as you don't fumble this time. Tell her how you feel, and let her feel it all too, she'll understand and forgive."

You nodded, offering a nervous smile then left in a hurry to get to the woman you wanted to be with for an eternity, hopeful that she still wanted the same as you.

The way to Natasha's room was quick, your muscles remembering the route without any need for a refresher. The path now forever engrained into your heart as the safest one. You pondered knocking, but then you heard the most gut wrenching sobs and felt the urgent need to push the door right open. As you opened the door though you were met with a far different sight than you had anticipated.

The sobs were ones of pure sexual frustration.

"Oh fuck!" You'd gasped at the sound of her raspy voice, the gorgeous redhead was leaning her head against the glass of her vanity as she jerked herself off with a pair of red lace panties that you'd left behind.

Natasha watched you in terror, her stomach tied in a more dreadful knot now that overpowered the arousal she needed to release. Once the shock wore off you stepped in, expression neutral as you shut her door with your foot, then used your powers to lock it.

"Y-Y/N, I can explain," she stuttered as you were silently approaching her. "How about you just let me take over instead, yeah?" Natasha nodded, her mind in a trance of sorts as she allowed you to remove her hand and use your own. The strokes you gave were feather light, but just because it was you she was on edge.

Pre-cum dribbled onto your thumb, and you used it to lube up her cock, and make your hand have a slicker surface to increase speed. You felt your panties dampen the longer you stroked her pulsing shaft, eyes locked in on the way her mouth was hung open, and her moans were raspy, melodious gifts for your ears.

"Y/N," she gritted out your name as her cock twitched with an increased warning, but you abruptly let her shaft go instead, and she sobbed without shame.

Natasha was frustrated with you on so many levels, but this had her feeling embarrassed. The way that she hasn't been able to get off without a piece of you in over a year shameful. Then when she was finally about to climax, with the real thing, you took it from her...

Again—you just kept taking, and taking from her, and now she was unsure if she had anything left to give.

"We need to talk," she rasped angrily and you nodded, but then you dropped to your knees with a wink. "We do need to talk Natasha," you purred her sentiments against the sticky red tip of her cock, reworking her mind into a haze as you prepared to give her head.

"Shall we do it now then?" You asked teasingly, but with your mouth inches from her throbbing member she could only frantically shake her head. "Later," you hotly voiced for her, you kissed her tip then licked her essence up with a soft flick through the sensitive slit.

All Natasha offered was a delayed, husky, "Mmm," too engrossed by the exhilarating sensation of your warm tongue swirling around her shaft as you slowly lowered your head until the tip of your nose brushed against her fuzzy abdomen to say much of anything else.

This was exactly what she needed. You knew it was only a matter of time before you two would have to face the reality. But, for this brief moment in time, you wanted to use your mouth to pleasure her, to soften the blow if you will, as you gave a physical apology.

After proving to yourself that you could still take all of her you pulled back and let her slick dick go with a pop so that you could admire it. While keeping your eyes locked on hers you lowered so you could lick a slow stripe up from her balls, over the underside of her shaft, flicking over the pulsing veins; building her excitement way up until your lips finally wrapped back around her head to give her some overdo pleasure.

"Oh fuck, I've missed your perfect mouth," she cried out, her hand suddenly fell atop of your head and she used all of her strength to still your bobbing so that she could fuck her cock deep down your throat instead. It was never not uncomfortable to be gagged for you, but your dampening panties gave way to the enjoyment.

Natasha felt even hotter as your excess drool pooled at the base of her shaft and slowly dribbled onto her balls. It was like every one of her senses was heightening as she felt as her auburn pubes became matted and clung to her balls. You felt it too, as they swung with each deep thrust and slapped into your sweaty skin.

There was no way the moment could improve, or so she thought, because with a firm tug on her sack, and the hollowing of your cheeks as your throat contracted around her tip she was no longer in control, her release torn from her with a throaty scream that made your arousal increase tenfold, and stain the black carpet.

The familiar taste of her was enough to bring you to the edge of glory, coupled with the way she continued to fuck your throat without so much as a thought to your needs arousing and you found yourself painfully ready to bust. Her cum was inched down your throat with every continued thrust, and you moaned along happily as you continued to suck her dry, all the way up until her member fell flaccid in your mouth.

You were nearly there, your thighs rubbed together just right, but the redhead would be damned if you were to waste your cum on her carpet instead of her readied tongue. "There's no going back after this Y/N," she rasped against the shell of your ear as she pulled you to your feet while tucking her cock back into her briefs. "If I kiss you now, then you are mine for the claiming. Understood?" You hated so much that her glossed eyes shone with immense fear and hurt.

"Do it," you pleaded, a part of you hoping that what you are going to say later doesn't change her promise; you desperately wanted to be hers for good. "Please!"

Natasha gripped you by your hips and pushed you back onto the bed as her lips met yours. Her skilled hands unclasped your bra while her tongue slowly swirled around yours, tasting herself and silently vowing to never let you go a day without being filled by her in someway. All she wanted was to be yours, and make you hers in every sense, and that included breeding you, but not before she gave you the sloppiest head.

"God, you're so hot Y/N!" She practically screamed, the need for emphasis obvious. The way she stared down at your forever changed body with admiration made you want to cry. You gulped as her eyes trailed up to yours, she offered you a loving smile but her heart broke at the sight of your petrification. "Don't lie..."

Natasha was going to kill your ex. One final mark...

"Oh my beautiful girl," she sighed, her hot breath brushed over your slick mound and she admired how your body twitched and arched at the pleasure just a breeze gives to your cunt. She placed a gentle kiss to your clit, but kept moving up instead so she could kiss the stripes that adorned the plush skin of your belly.

"You are the hottest woman around detka," she admitted without any waver in her voice, her nose nudged against the soft skin of your stomach as she wordlessly continued to admire your body and the sacrifice you have made twice now. "I can't wait to etch more of these lines, to stake my claim to your womb."

You whimpered, but something about the sound wasn't rooted in pleasure, so she came back up to hover your face. "What's wrong detka, am I moving too fast?"

You smiled sadly, and shook your head, "No, it's just.. I-I," you couldn't help but to stutter now, "The claim is already yours Natasha, and it always should've been."

You don't regret Carter, how could you? In spite of all the turmoil surrounding him, he was a lovely toddler. With a natural curiosity to keep him fun, but a cautious approach that kept him safe from the lingering dangers of the world. Your son was the definition of perfect, and was never regretted, you merely rebuke Ryan.

"How so?" Natasha challenged, and you gulped, "We divorced because Delilah is yours Nat, our daughter."

"Yeah," she sighed with a sad smile, "But this time I'll be around to help as your body changes, to take care of you as you deserve while carrying my love around."

It stunned you to see nothing but love and solace behind her eyes, she wasn't angry, she was visibly relieved. Which meant this wasn't exactly news to her.

"You knew?" She nodded, and you felt your throat go dry; of course she did, Natasha wasn't regarded as a top tier spy for nothing. You frantically moved to defend your decisions, "I-I wanted to tell you Natty, but I was so scared." Natasha kissed your trembling lips tenderly in an attempt to cut off your anxiety, and for a perfect moment there was nothing but peace.

"I understand," she eventually whispered as she parted from the kiss, "You couldn't be sure of your feelings, you were only six months postpartum when we made her." Her, Delilah, Natasha's precious mini me that she'd yet to meet and the product of a destined love.

"No," you insisted, "Please do understand that I was never confused about my love for you. Every time we made love that ring would burn on my finger like the devil himself possessed it, because the greatest sin I've ever lived was pretending not to be in love with you."

You watched her eyes narrow in confusion and sighed resignedly. "You deserved someone better, I knew I wasn't enough for you. You're a model with a heart of gold, and I'm just a—." You were both momentarily stunned as her hand made contact with your cheek. The both of you blinked back your shock, and after she saw you were okay her eyes completely darkened. "I'm going to kill them Y/N, they deserve despair for ever making you question even an ounce of your beauty."

"Natty no," you pleaded for Carter's sake, "I mean yeah, Ryan wasn't good, but they were a bad I deserved," you saw the way her eyes narrowed and your speech flinched, "I-I am trying to say that you were too good."

"Me?" She scoffed with a twist of pure disgust, "How could I ever be too good for you?! Y/N, you are —."

"You're so beautiful Natasha," you sighed, cutting her off, "I don't even mean your looks, I am appreciative for them, sure, but it's your heart that I adore."

You couldn't fight the smile that took over your face, the veins of her cock pulsed through the thin material of her boxers, felt pulsing against your thigh along to the beat of her racing heart and you knew you'd said the right thing. Natasha's eyes were welling with tears as she leaned in to kiss you, it was tender and not at all foreign, but it was a feeling you'd nonetheless missed.

She always regarded your body with love, even in the more rougher moments, when she'd abuse your body like you'd beg her to, she would whisper her hearts reassuring thoughts. Deep down she always knew you asked for what you thought you deserved, so she gave you it, but not without what she knew you needed too.

"You're so good Y/N," she practically pleaded, her eyes shed hopeful tears that dripped down your temples, "I'm blessed to be in this position with you right now, the mother of my kids," she proudly said, her subtle claim to your son made you sniffle. "You deserve to be loved just like you love everyone else; without limit."

"Natasha," you whimpered, and she pecked your lips. "You're my wildest dream come true; a sight for sore eyes, an absolutely amazing mother, with the physique of a goddess. You are a blessing worthy of worshipping, I can swear to you that there's no one more perfect for me than you detka, you are the love of my life."

"Fuck," you scoffed over a sob, "So damn cheesy..."

Natasha hummed softly, "Can you feel it?" and offered you an amused smile. You blinked up in a daze as she brushed your knuckles over her lips, and you felt her dick twitch against your skin as she husked, "My love."

Your body took her words as a sign to start working towards pleasing her, you were desperate to feel it wholly. Natasha threw an arm around your waist as her back arched, securing you to her as she thrusted up involuntarily and reached a prime point of pleasure that made you both scream, yours shrill and hers a rasp. The way her throbbing tip was rubbed raw as her briefs smeared your arousal around your clit had you both already breathless, it took everything in her not to enter you then. If not for her desperation to taste what she'd been missing she would've given in instantly.

"Natty please," you tried, but ultimately failed, her raspy voice denied your pleasure, "Not yet, I need to return the favor first, I miss having your taste on my tongue and smelling you on my lips hours later."

It infuriated your cunt, who's hollowed walls clenched with need, but in the same breath her tone turned you on beyond belief, to not only feel, but to hear just how affected she was by her lusty desires centered around eating you out alone had your legs naturally spreading.

"There's my good girl," she praised against the plushness of your thigh, her tongue laid flat as she slowly licked up the essence coating your skin on a scandalous route to the grand prize, your oozing core.

Or better known to her as paradise.

After teasing you enough, with abrasive nibbles and her tongues follow up soothing caresses she felt it was about time to give you exactly what you both needed. Her lips twitched as she purposefully breathed your arousal in, and you choked in contrast when she lunged forward and began to eat your puffy pussy out.

There was no more gentle, loving Natasha; her eyes blackened, the carnality shown she was nothing short of feral, the filthy moans vibrating you into an orgasm as her tongue lapped at your core proof enough. But, for the sake of imagination, picture as if she was actually outside right now. Forced to participate in the watermelon eating contest, her hands tied behind her back and her face hovered over the three thick pieces on her plate; she'd beat both Sam and Bucky in record time, twelve seconds—four per slice, and still have enough time to make you scream around the corner, pinned to a wall while the boys struggled to focus.

The Falcon's wings would dip when informed it took him thirty seconds, but not as disappointed as The Winter Soldier who took thirty five. Fortunately for the boys, Natasha was buried in a more fitting place, winning at life as the soldiers tied, but lost to Thor who did it in ten, followed by a burp and plea for more.

You also endlessly pleaded for more, then rather suddenly for less, but inevitably you went unheard as your thighs deprived Natasha of both air and the ability to hear. Yet she kept going, making you scream out her name seconds later, and cream on her tongue.

Natasha felt your thighs relax, and with a firm grip she separated them, digging her nails into the skin as she took in an exaggerated gulp of air. You mewled and threw your head back to avoid her scarily arousing gaze. The both of you knew she was trained to hold her breath for extended periods of time, but it was hot nonetheless for you to witness, and her to pretend.

Truthfully, you internally, always made her breathless, so she was simply emoting. After a moment of you both coming back to your senses Natasha groaned, her red tip brushed against the sticky fabric of her boxers and she was disappointed she came outside of you.

"You always do this Y/N," she groaned, "I can't even help but to fuck the air to the sounds of your cries."

"Sorry," you whimpered, Natasha watched with a smirk as your entire body shivered. Then her face dropped as she realized something, "It just wasted our greatest chance at making a baby Y/N! The first round is the most potent, so now I'll have to fill you twice."

"Delilah is only six months," you panted, your words of concern not matching the clear state of your arousal. "Yeah detka; that means we are, quite frankly, behind."

"Behind?" Natasha nodded as she avoided your gaze to focus down on the mess of her boxers as she took them off and flipped them inside out. "Detka, we don't waste, so finish your treat before you get answers." There was no hesitation as you sucked the cotton fabric clean of her, moaning and soaking through the pair.

"You want this, don't you?" Natasha asked, her confidence dimmed as the fear of rejection emerged. You spit out her boxers and shrieked, "of course I do!"

Natasha hummed, "Then yes my love," as she gently stroked your cheek before pecking it. "We're gravely behind, so let's just call this an efficient way to catch up. I'll overload you on my love, and swimmers."

"Okay," your voice absolutely breathless as you allowed her to pull you up off the bed, having accepted the hand she'd extended out just so she could pull you close and kiss you until your were both breathless.

When you were distracted enough she spun you around and pressed you into the tacky wall with her muscular frame, her hot breaths fanned across your skin and your clit pulsed. She drove you wild, evidence of that being the way that your slick dribbled down the sides of her length that curved beneath your cunt.

"Are you ready to be bred?" Her fingers fondly traced over the marks on your hips. "To be full of my pulsing cock as it busts? I promise I'll leave you beyond full."

"Mommy please," you whined and pushed back with all your might to curve her dick up and into you. "Oh, you know what that does to me detka; you're in for it now."

Natasha pressed her body up, and rocked her hips until she'd smeared enough of your slick onto her length. It was a precautionary measure to ensure you minimal pain as she never failed to stretch you to your limits.

"Fuck mommy, you're so big," you mewled as her tip barely pressed into you, the redhead chuckled and slammed her hips forward, swiftly bottoming out and causing your body to lurch painfully into the wall. "Mmm, mommy loves the way you feel wrapped so tightly around me detka, suffocating my dick like the filthy whore that you are." She sloppily pecked your cheek. "This is right where you belong."

"Wanna stay like this forever," you sighed contentedly as your heated cheek brushed against the chilled wall with each shallow thrust she rewarded you with.

"That can be arranged," she rasped into your ear as her hips began to move a bit more. "Nobody else will ever get to see you like this again," she added, her growl and grip possessive as she picked up a pace you never could keep up with. Enhanced as you were with powers, the strength and stamina were all more Natasha's forte; fucking you limp a cherished specialty of hers.

"Nobody has seen me since you," you cleared the air in a dizzy slur, and felt as she prematurely shot into you, but Natasha recovered her composure fast and continued to fuck you while holding back her orgasm.

"Because this pussy is mine," she grunted, her hips now swirled with each thrust as she sought out your sole pleasure. Hearing that you were celibate in her absence a major ego boost as she rammed her fat cock into your spongey sensitivity with each precise jolt of her body into yours and pulled out those glorious supporting moans of a job well done. "Say it!"

"All yours mommy," you cried out sharply as her finger rapidly swirled against your swollen bud. "Damn straight," she groaned as she twitched and spasmed against your quivering walls. "Fucking hell, I'm going to fill you to the brim," she groaned against the base of your neck as she hastily pounded your body up against the wall.

Her hands gripped the fluff of your hips and fully drove her pelvis into your backside so that she could push you over the edge. "I'm so close mommy, please." Natasha obliged your pleas with a swift plan, her tongue teasingly licked the shell of your right ear, "Go on then sweetheart," her free hand moved to grope your breasts that leaked nonstop with warm milk while the other hand continued to stimulate your needy clit. "Let go and drench my cock; make a mess of me."

"Oh, oh, oh shit," you shrieked as you felt the coil within you snap into jagged pieces of pleasure. Nicking every inch of your body—setting your nerves ablaze. Pins and needles lasted for a perceivable eternity as you swore and soon enough you moaned a chorus as she fucked you through the toe curling orgasm.

Natasha shifted your bodies with ease, her cock still driving into your needy hole as she carried you over to lay your front down on the bed, she kept shallowly thrusting, but her strained cock managed to hold out. Even though she wanted to stay true to her words, she continued to hold back her own release for you.

"Your moans are my favorite," she whispered amusedly against the skin of your shoulder before placing a gentle kiss there, and thrusting in deep, pulling sultry cries from the depths of your needy soul. Only to then suddenly pull out so that she could admire your bare backside while calming her need to breed you.

Her hands groped the skin of your sore ass, you whined as her cold fingers trailed over the already bruising skin, tempering the sting from her hips prior assaults. "Daddy please," you whimpered, and she dug her nails into the skin. "Stop being so impatient detka, we're making up for lost time here—be a good girl, and don't rush the process."

"Sorry mommy," you whimpered, and though she couldn't see you she smiled at the remembrance of your usual pout. "There you go," she praised, "Always so good for me baby, I promise that I will never tire of having you like this," she paused, lining her tip back up with your dripping entrance, "Spread wide open as your pretty, puffy cunt devours my shaft."

That was the only warning you had before she slid her thickness back inside of you and began to give you the type of strokes that made your spine shiver; slow, and deep enough that you could feel your guts shifting.

You whimpered softly, "Fuck, I'm already so close again..." Natasha chuckled, "I know, I can feel you trembling detka, fuck, your walls are squeezing me so tight." The redhead stilled for just a second, much to your bodies dismay too, you pressed your ass back and your cunt somehow sucked her in even deeper. It took everything in her not to bust, but she wanted to be truly levelheaded about this before she lost control.

Two kids under two was no easy feat, to be ready for a third required a sure mentality. It was your body after all, talk all she wanted of her possession of your body, that was only in part true. You were in charge of what she did next, whether that be to cum inside you, or to release her potent load onto your back. Either way she'd be satisfied, and all she really wanted was you to be happy with the overall outcome too.

"Want to carry my baby again detka?" Her lips gently pressed into the skin of your shoulder, the moment was far less sexually charged, she gently marked your surrounding skin up while patiently waiting for your eventual, labored response. "Please..."

"Are you sure?" Natasha doubled down, her cock twitched in anticipation for your final reply. "Yes," you were breathless, "Please, just breed me already! Wanna be full of you." Natasha hummed, then picked her pace up, she still reached your greatest depths, but this time she went much faster—leaving you to moan nonstop.

"Gonna fill you until I'm sure I've succeeded," she rasped confidently after a moment of nothing other than listening to skin slapping, and juices sloshing. "Then I'll fuck you from the back every month and feel the way your body changes for our fetus," she placed a sloppy wet kiss behind the shell of your ear and your body shuddered as your walls clamped down on her thick shaft. "Fuck, I heard that pregnancy makes you even hornier detka. Maybe I'll hit it every night. I'll destroy this pussy before the birth ever could."

"Fucking hell Natasha," you shrieked, but it faded into a low pitched moan as the tip of her spurting cock hit that glorious spot deep within that blurred your vision. It happened just as she pressed her wandering hand against the bulge pushing your stretched skin back out.

Your vision blacked out, your cheek pressed into the sheets harshly as the redhead continued to thrust against your pussy's tight resistance to prolong your orgasms and to also allow your walls to effectively milk her cock, ensuring maximum breeding efficiency.

When even she couldn't take anymore she fell into your backside a panting mess. "You did so good," she reassured you, her hands tight grip on your hips loosened so she could stroke your sides instead as you both took a moment to regulated your systems.

After a few moments Natasha became restless, her stamina bouncing back fast as she rose up and slid out of you, leaving behind a sticky mess of your arousals as she did; her clean sheets never stood a chance. It was a moment of total joy for her to watch as your pussy contracted, sensitive walls pushing the excess of her cum from you a sight worthy of marveling. The way it bubbled and popped was absolutely mesmerizing...

There was hardly a lull in her cocks erectness, she stood there still slightly out of breath, with her sticky member inches away from her rock-hard abs in a sweaty glow. Tension held her body captive as she picked her next move. "I want you to ride me detka, bounce on mommy's cock for a bit, suck me dry."

"Mommy, I..." you sighed, "I'm tired."

"I know honey," she coo'd as she sat down on the edge of the mattress, her nimble fingers wrapped around your thigh and teasingly squeezed. "I'll do all the work." With the promise of the needed assistance you slowly shuffled over to her, and threw your leg over her spread set, opening your slick lips back up and allowing her to slip herself back in. You moaned into her shoulder as you felt your mixed slicks gush as your core met the base of her cock at a new, delightful angle.

"Mommy," you called shyly, as if you weren't already in the midst of a raw fucking, your glossy eyes fell to her lips, and she shook her head in amusement as she chuckled, "Come on detka, take what you need."

The way you kissed her every single time was how she knew your feelings for her went beyond that of lust. It was always soft, and sensual with a sense of urgency. Sometimes she felt like you were out to devour her entirely, and if you were, she wouldn't even mind. To be taken out by your lips on hers sounds heavenly.

"Oh god," you whimpered, overrun by a pleasure only she could offer you, her hands on your hips guided you, but she let you control the kiss. "I need you all the time Natty," you panted harshly against her lips as you only briefly disconnected them. "I can't get off without you. Not even listening to your old voicemails work."

"You'll never need to again detka," she growled, hands possessive as they pulled your body back down by your hips to meet her desperate thrusts, "I'll fill you up every day if that's what you need—mhm, yeah; this pussy of mine will never have time to miss me."

"Please..." you begged as your lips left hers so your head could fly back in pleasure, and your hands clawed at her neck, leaving behind angry red lines. Natasha's breath stalled, the grip she had on your hips tightened, then she dropped you mid lift because of how dizzy she felt with the way that your walls squeezed her shaft every damn time it left your warmth. Your face fell to her neck, lips latching onto her pulse point, and with you working to claim her too she busted. The warmth of her seed splattered against your walls, again, the stream nudged your g-spot with a firm flow, joined by the harsh slam of her tip; it was all too much, and in some strange way it never felt like it was enough.

Arousal gushed all over the redheads skin, and slowly dripped down the oak bed frame, polishing it anew.

The way your combined releases ran down from her abdomen and saturated the skin of her balls made her body tense as she produced even more of her seed. Natasha hadn't stopped thrusting, in fact she flipped your body onto the bed, and sent you into another wave of pleasure, and your mind to another dimension.

It had been exactly fourteen months, and ten days since she last felt as her cock rearranged your insides so she wasn't ready to stop. Natasha panted against your neck as she kept fucking your unconscious body.

Eventually she fell semi-flaccid, and her breath was so erratic she had to stop her body from continuing to ram into you. Even if the urge persisted, you were more than fucked out, so she was mostly satisfied. There's no way her diet super soldier swimmers weren't going to fulfill their duty. If the redhead is lucky she'll get a two for one reward. She can't wait to be waiting on you hand and foot. There'd never be a night you went to bed hungry, or uncomfortable.

You'll carry her kids, and she'll carry the rest of the burdens that come with life. The redhead admired your still face, your eyes tracked behind your lids, and your even, cool breaths fanned across her warm face. This was what she believed bliss to be at its core.

Natasha gently slid right on out of you, but it didn't last long before she was sheathed within your velvety warmth again. After you awoke she'd kissed you tenderly, and as her tongue explored your mouth you reached down to pump your hand up and down her cock, it was loud and wet, your hand growing sticky with your mixed arousals and her body shuddered.

"Inside," you breathed in a fit against her lips, she chuckled in disbelief at your needy behavior, and happily guided her cock to your entrance and watched as your walls sucked her in and your wetness gushed all over. "Oh fucking hell detka," Natasha groaned as her fingers flexed against your hips, "Eto ray."

(this is heaven)

"Mhm," you softly hummed your agreement, your hazy eyes fluttered open a moment later as you cheekily smirked up at her. "That dick game is god tier Natty."

Natasha rolled her eyes, then chuckled against your skin as she happily burrowed her face into your neck. All of the lust had faded, for now, and all that was left was to soak in the fact that this was finally happening.

Nothing could ruin the moment, well, almost nothing.

Your phone dinged about half an hour later, and if not for being a mom you'd have ignored it. You lazily lifted it from her nightstand. A soft giggle left you as Natasha grumbled in annoyance at the shift of her cock that was still inside of you. The woman turned her head on your chest and peered at your phone suspiciously only to see that it was lit up with an innocent text from Wanda.

Shall I take the kids back to mine ? 👀♥️

"Tell her to wait," Natasha pleaded, then in a rush she jumped up, leaving you hollow and raced into the shower. You did as told, then followed behind, and the two of you tenderly, yet speedily cleaned the other off.

Wanda sat in the living area with Carter asleep on her bump, and with Delilah laying on the play mat below her, happily kicking her feet. You quietly moved to sit beside your best friend, and watched with a smile as the love of your life cautiously approached your child.

"Hello there moya malen'kaya lyubov'," she was so soft spoken as she spoke to Delilah that you almost didn't recognize her voice. Tears brimmed your lids as you watched the way that your daughter lit up at hearing the spoken Russian, of course Natasha noticed too.

(My littlest love)

"Detka," she whimpered, and looked up into your eyes "Do you speak to her in Russian?" You nodded and sent her a playful wink to cover your emotional gaze. Natasha however turned stone cold serious as she said: "YA sobirayus' sdelat' tebya svoyey zhenoy."

(I'm going to make you my wife)

Wanda giggled from beside you when you frowned and looked to your love with a pout. Natasha smirked this time and winked back, "We'll work on your Russian, then we'll return to that phrase when you understand."

"Oh," you chuckled softly, "I understood, I just expected a first date, then the fat diamond ring."

You turned away from your blushing lover, and scooped your son off of Wanda. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not leaving you with my two gremlins when you already have two growing inside of you." Wanda went to protest but you leaned into her ear to whisper: "The walls at my place are soundproof..."

You walked away with a proud smirk as the women sat there with collective reddened cheeks. Wanda left a moment later with a kiss left on your daughter's cheek, and a rush in her wobble. Natasha shook her head and chuckled softly at your daughter, "Tvoyu mat' ne zrya prozvali 'Ubiytsey'" Delilah tilted her head, and Natasha was perturbed by Wanda's obvious influence.

(Your mother wasn't nicknamed "Killer" for nothing)

"Detka, where are we going?" She asked as she trailed behind you with a curious infant sat atop of her hip. "Home," you replied flatly then turned around with a contradicting grin. "You ready to shack up darling?"

"I don't know," Natasha teased, "that's a lot of responsibility to place upon a free flyer like me."

"Then I guess," you were cut off by a kiss that left you speechless, yet slightly humming as you grinned against her plush lips. "You've been tamed by a," she cut you off again with a peck and answer: "Beautiful, perfect in all of the ways that count, sexy ass milf."

"You're such a hopeless romantic," you teased, and she matched your grin with a suave lift of the mood. "I'm never hopeless with you Y/N, just soft, and absolutely, undeniably in love with you."

"Jeez Nat, keeping charming my pants off and we'll literally end up with a baseball team." The redhead chuckled, "A team of tiny assassins and witches," then sidled up to you, and slid her free hand into yours in perfect rhythm. "You're insane." Natasha swung your connected hands and grinned up like a devil. "I sure am crazy for you, so yeah, I'll claim it." She winked slowly and snorted when you glared, it was entirely heatless and she knew it.

Then to make the moment all the more special she leaned forward and smiled at your son. "Hi there sweet boy, I'm," she went to introduce herself but the nearly two year old interrupted her excitedly, "Mama!" Natasha was stunned and you elated to see it was a good thing, her eyes lit up with so much love, and she dropped your hand so that she could snatch Carter right from you. "Hey! You already have a baby!"

"You hush," she hissed playfully, then you saw her eyes glisten as he nuzzled right into her neck like she was safe and she emotionally whispered to him in Russian: "Moy ideal'nyy syn, ya budu lyubit' tebya bez ogranicheniy."

(My perfect son, I will love you without limits)

"Moya dragotsennaya Dalila, ya nauchu tebya vsem svoim znamenitym dvizheniyam," she placed a gentle kiss to her face. Then her gaze turned to you as you scoffed, "Not happening if she takes after me for once."

(my precious delilah, I will teach you all my famous moves)

"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you," she turned around and came to a sudden stop. Forcing you to nearly bump into her, but she took a smooth step back with a stupidly hot smirk on her face. "I could never." Natasha leaned in and kissed your lips with a precise tenderness. "I love you, and I plan to for the rest of my life," you blurted, stealing her thunder but she loved the sudden declaration of yours more than her own repeated ones. "I'm so glad you're the one who almost got away, because I'd forever be lost without you."

"My rodstvennyye dushi," she whispered as she pecked your tear tracked cheeks, "Ty byl moyey sud'boy," this time she was pressed against your lips. Then she pulled back with a smile as she continued to speak as her lips met her sleeping babies faces. "Oni nashe naslediye." Then she perfectly crouched without jostling the kids to kiss the skin of your tummy. "For good luck."

(We are soulmates / You were my destiny / Them our legacy)

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[somerandomgal19]

RAJ?! HELLO?! WHY WOULD YOU THINK IT’S S GOOD IDEA TO PUT OFF TELLING ME THAT?!

WHY WOULD YOU PUT OFF TELLING ME THAT I ACTUALLY DO OWE MY EX MONEY?! I’M DEALING WITH CONSPIRACY THEORIES, A THIEF AND AN EX! I’D RATHER NOT HAVE THESE ISSUES SNEAK UP ON ME!

#love and pies #JDGNBSKFHSCNDSHSCN! #RAAAAAAAAJ! #apparently he’s not my original divorce lawyer but STILL #and I see you tony #you do ‘t really care for Kate. just buttering her up to eventually file a negligent parent accusation at me #why else would he continue asking for me even after I tell him I need to raise OUR DAUGHTER #he’s probably not as big of a shot as he thinks #hence why he got cheated on #gold diggers #but he deserved it

[gingiesworld]

Family Is Forever

Chapter Three

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst.

Taglist: @fxckmiup @ginnsbaker @gb12d @casquinhaa @angrywhisperslove @louxbloom @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin

18+ MINORS DNI

The next day came around pretty fast, Y/N had already had the lawyers draw up the papers, not wanting to draw the divorce out any longer than it needed to.

"So, we're doing it here?" Wanda questioned as she sat on the sofa as Y/N stood before the mantel, looking over the pictures of the four of them.

"Yeah, I figured it won't be long." They told her honestly, picking up the picture of the two of them stood outside of Tony's cabin. "I love this photo, I always thought you were stunning even of you hated the wind in your hair."

"What are you doing?" Wanda snapped as Y/N put the picture back in it's place.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was never my intention." They told her just as the doorbell rang, Wanda just huffed as she got up to answer it. Allowing the divorce lawyer inside as the three soon moved to the dining table. Both Wanda and Y/N sat opposite each other.

"So, what is the reason for this divorce, is it infidelity?" The lawyer questioned as the two shook their heads no.

"I guess we just drifted apart." Y/N told them as they looked away from Wanda. Wanda hummed in agreement as the lawyer sighed.

"We won't be able to get this divorce finalised as fast as you both would like." He told the two as he placed his pen down. "You will need to be separated for at least 6 months before a divorce can be filed. Even then it's a trial separation and marriage counselling is advised."

Both Y/N and Wanda shared a look before Wanda looked away, leaving Y/N with the talking.

"I don't think that counselling is an option." Y/N told him. "This decision by the two of us is set in stone."

"So it will be a trial separation, then in 6 months we can revisit the divorce. If that is what you both really want." He said as the two nodded. "I understand you both have a prenup and you have children, yes?"

"Yes." Wanda answered. "We are going to split the custody."

"And I am moving out so Wanda and the boys have the house." They spoke up. "Also I am still going to be paying for the boys, providing for them. Whatever they need."

"I do suggest going through the court for the child support, just incase of unforseen circumstances." He told the two.

"You mean like if I don't pay it one month?" Y/N questioned, Wanda could see that they were getting irritated by the insinuation.

"Y/N isn't like that, they never ever let the boys down." Wanda defended them. "This marriage is ending, not because we don't love each other."

"But because I haven't really had the time to split between work, Wanda and the boys." Y/N admitted as they looked at Wanda. "And I can't make a promise of something that isn't really in my control as I do travel for work sometimes, and Wanda deserves more than what I can give her." Y/N looked at the lawyer as Wanda's gaze remained on her soon to be ex. "We're going to co-parent the boys and Wanda has my schedule and she will get any changes made to it too." Y/N informed them both. "I have also just made appointment to sign a lease at an apartment nearby."

"What about belongings?" He questioned as Y/N sat up straight.

"I already took everything of my own." They told him.

"You only took your clothes." Wanda told them as Y/N nodded.

"I did take everything of my own." They repeated. "All of the furniture and electrical gadgets are all yours and the twins, I won't take anything more than what I already have."

"Ok." The lawyer hummed. "It seems you have everything under control with this separation." He packed away his papers before bidding the two good luck.

"So." Wanda started as Y/N stood up, pushing their chair back in it's place.

"I best be off." They told her. "I've got these reports from last week that areway behind."

"Ok." Wanda whispered. "Do you maybe want to have dinner tonight? I'm sure the twins would love to see you." Y/N inhaled shakily as they looked at the woman who will always have their heart.

"Yeah." They nodded. "I'll be here at the usual time."

"Thank you." Wanda told them as she walked them to the door.

"Why don't you open a book shop." Y/N suggested as Wanda looked taken aback. "It was always a dream you had and you have more than enough money in your account to do it."

"I don't know the first thing about running a business." Wanda admitted as Y/N gave her a tender smile.

"The community college has a business course that you could do." They told her. "You could learn everything you need to."

"But I have the twins." Wanda told them.

"I can always have them on the nights you have classes." They told her honestly. "I know you can do this Wanda so please just, make your dream come true. Do it for yourself."

"You really think I can do it?" She whispered as Y/N just nodded.

"I know you can." With that, they left her as she watched them drive away from the house. She started to wonder amidst all of the separation, she forgot about the dream she had before the twins were even a thought. Maybe because when she had that dream, Y/N would be by her side as she opened.

Once Y/N had finally made into the office, Tony greeted them as he dragged them into his own office. Gesturing for them to take a seat as he closed the door.

"I hear that you are having some trouble at home." He stated as Y/N sighed.

"Wanda and I are going through a separation." They stated calmly.

"So that's the reason for the recent splurge in absences." He stated as Y/N nodded.

"I've had to move out and well, I have an appointment for an apartment near the house so I am still there for the twins." They rambled as Tony held his hand up for them to stop.

"I understand Y/N but we can't be behind on weekly reports. It's not a good sight, especially on me." Tony told them. "Maybe you should step down from your senior position."

"No. I don't need to." Y/N told him. "I only have one appointment left and then the rest I am going to be doing in my own time. It's just this is hard right now and well."

"Maybe you should take a sebatical?" He suggested as Y/N shook their head no.

"That isn't an option." They stated. "I can assure you that this will not happen again Mr Stark. I just have a small appointment this week which I can take out of my lunch break. It's just signing a lease and picking up the keys for my new place."

"I am trusting your word Y/N." He told them sternly as Y/N thanked him before heading back to their own office to get to work. Time passed fairly quickly as they sent the late reports of and started on the new. They had also completely lost track of time, so they soon raced to the house just in time for dinner to be served.

"O'PA!!!" The twins yelled once they entered the house.

"Hey boys." They beamed as they hugged the twins, kissing the top of their heads before seeing Wanda stood in the doorway. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"You're here, that's all that matters." Wanda stated indifferently. Although the sight of the three of them made her heart swell, she still felt the heartbreak that this is only brief.

The two listened as Tommy was telling them about an upcoming game he has this weekend to which both Y/N and Wanda stated they wouldn't miss it. That was something that Wanda could trust with Y/N, they never missed a chance to cheer on the boys.

"When's the decathlon meet?" Y/N asked Billy who smiled shyly, something he gets from his mom.

"In 4 months." He told them. "We're just studying for the possible subjects and questions we could be asked."

"That's awesome Billy." Wanda beamed at him.

"Be sure to save me a ticket for it." Y/N told him as he just nodded. Once dinner was over, the boys had disappeared to do their homework as Y/N helped Wanda clean.

"You don't have to do this." Wanda told them.

"I know." They said as they put the dishes away. "I guess I, never mind." Wanda turned to face them, seeing them troubled was something she never liked to see.

"Are you ok?" She asked them as they gave her a tight lipped smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine." They told her, although she didn't buy it. "I guess I am going to go."

"Yeah." Wanda nodded as she watched Y/N disappear to say goodbye to the twins before Wanda met them at the door. "Be careful." She told them as they nodded, already making their way back to the office to get up to date on the work that has been piling up on their desk. Their head in their hands as they let the tears slip through, wiping them away faster than they would fall.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Bloody Pardon 4

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> Yourself and Lockwood finally return home and it's time for Violet and June to leave, but will you tell Lockwood before it's too late?

Disclaimer: Sorry if there are any plot holes, it's been a while since I've updated. Mostly fluff, mentions of blackmail and denial. This is the final part.

By the time you all arrived home, the smell of George’s cooking wafted through the kitchen. 

He was home. 

“Good, you’re back! Try this.”

Lockwood had just managed to help you get your coat off before George shoved his cooking spoon into your face and fed you the tasty, albeit burning hot soup. 

“Does it need more Thyme? I think it needs more Thyme but I can’t find it on the shelves.”

“I’ll help you find it.”

Lockwood and George disappeared with Violet hot on their tail leaving just you and June alone in the hallway. 

“That was very romantic.”

“June, please.”

“No, no. I’m not saying anything.” June held up her hands before walking away. “Just tell him.”

You sighed as she made her way into the kitchen, ready to follow her only to be greeted by Kipps at the living room door. 

“Tell who what?”

“Nothing.”

“No, no. Come on, tell me.”

“It’s nothing, honestly.”

“Is this about you and Lockwood?”

You whipped around to find Lucy stood behind you with a Digestive in her hand, half eaten. 

“Oh my, god. It is.” Kipps replied, spotting the look on your face. 

Fake denial. 

“Please, can both of you just drop it?”

“Drop what?”

You whipped around again, this time facing the kitchen where Lockwood was now standing behind you.

“Oh, nothing Tony.” Kipps answered for you. “Just gossip, that’s all.”

“About what?”

Lockwood mainly tried to look to you for answers, but you weren’t for giving them up. Just like the night before. 

You had the same look. 

You were hiding something he desperately wanted to know, but he knew you well enough to know you’d just breeze past it and never mention it again. 

And so you did. 

“Is George almost finished? I’m famished.”

Breezing past Lockwood, you entered the kitchen where you found Violet trying to carry a stack of plates over to the table. 

“Oh, here, let me do that.”

“Oh, please, dear. Let me help. You and my Anthony have been so kind. At least let me set the table. Or else, you’ll make me feel like an old woman. I can still do the Quickstep as quickly as I could when I was your age.”

“I’m sure you can, Aunt Vi.” Lockwood appeared by the door again. 

“Don’t mock me, boy.”

“I never would.” Lockwood appeared genuine. 

Dinner went smoothly and before you knew it, it was time for Violet and June to head home. 

George said his ‘goodbye’ before he left to go to the Archives to search up for the next case and both Lucy and Kipps came with Lockwood and yourself to drop them off at the train station.  

Of course, Aunt Vi hugged everyone telling them all to keep in touch and June made her own version of goodbye to everyone before she pulled you aside. 

“Tell him. If not for yourself, then for him. That boy…every time he looks at you he looks like he’s about to explode. Tell him. Tell him before it’s too late and he tries to…i don’t know…’move on’. You and I both know, deep down, that wouldn’t work for either of you. You’d both be too miserable without one another.”

“June-”

“No.” June said, firmly. “No. You tell him, or I tell Vi the whole truth. In about a month, she’ll be expecting an update on your marriage. Now, that divorce lawyer is drawing up the papers for you to sign a week on Monday. That gives you two weeks to tell him the truth and I expect a letter and a real wedding photo from the both of you. If I don’t, I will go to Vi.”

“Isn’t that Blackmail?”

“Perhaps, but it’s for both of your wellbeing. And, besides, who’s gonna lock an old lady like me up. I’ll break out within a day. They wouldn’t find me until I wanted to be found.”

You couldn’t help but show a smile. 

“Two weeks.” June warned you. “That’s all you’re getting. Now, go back to your husband and tell him how you really feel about him.”

You nodded, unsure on what else to do. 

“Oh, here she is.” Violet hugged you so tight, you couldn’t do anything else but hug her back. It was the kind of hug you still felt after she let go. 

“Oh, I’m just so happy for the both of you. Anthony, I haven’t seen you smile like this in ages.”

“What can I say? She makes me happy.”

“You suit one another. Don’t they, June? Don’t they just suit one another?”

“Like a bride and groom on top of a wedding cake.”

You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as Lockwood placed an arm around your waist and held you closer to him. 

Ten minutes later, they were both on the train headed home. Meanwhile, Kipps and Lucy had decided to go on a day out, picking a random time and getting on that train. 

This meant you and Lockwood were left alone. 

Together. 

On the way back, you both remembered that it was food shopping day. George had given you both a list of things to pick up on your way back. So, hopping into his car, Lockwood drove to the main supermarket where you both grabbed all the items George said he needed, plus some extra before driving home. 

As winter drew in, closer and closer, the sky got darker earlier and George called ahead. A family emergency had come up and he was heading home. In fact, he was already at the train station. 

Then, twenty minutes later, Lucy called. 

Herself and Kipps were going to stay the night and get the train back in the morning. 

So you and Lockwood were left alone. 

Together. 

Again. 

By 6 o’clock in the evening, you and Anthony had eaten dinner and you were preparing the fire as he finished up some research on the current case. 

Only, as the fire started producing heat and warming up the house, you popped in a VHS tape of Christmas in Connecticut. It had been right at the very back of the collection - it probably hadn’t seen the light of day since it was first played. 

The Title Credits began to roll just as Lockwood entered. 

“Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“About…the last couple of days.”

You went to speak as you stood up but Lockwood hurried forward to stand in front of you, in the hopes you would remain standing in your place and not leave the room. 

“Please. Just…I feel like I’ve been going crazy. I understand this whole thing is completely unconventional. I mean, most people start out with a first date and we just jumped straight to the wedding.”

“You’re idea, might I add. Even that we didn’t do.”

Lockwood cracked a smile for a moment but he didn’t want you to try and divert what he was going to ask. 

“I just…I want to ask you a question.”

“Okay.”

“And I want you to answer it. Truthfully.” Lockwood clarified. “And I don’t want you to divert or try to run away from me. At least for the next five minutes,” he added when he saw your eyes flick to the hallway. 

“Okay,” you eventually agreed. 

“The other night, you told me you could barely lie to yourself. What did you mean by that?”

“Tony…”

“Please.” The warmth of the fire reflected itself in Lockwood’s eyes as he pleaded with you. “Please…I just need to know.”

You tried your hardest to shut off the memories of June and her Blackmail. 

Two Weeks. 

Two weeks you had, to tell him the truth. 

“You really don’t want to, Tony. Please, can we just forget I ever said it?”

“No.” 

He surprised you. You knew he could be stubborn, but it was rare he pushed this hard on a subject with you. 

“What Aunt Vi said before. What I said before, about being happy. I meant it. Every word. And everything I told Aunt Vi and June about watching George teach you to dance…I meant every word.” Lockwood told you before taking your hand in his. 

You didn’t know what to say. 

What would you say?

What could you say?

“If you meant it in the way I think…I hope you meant…please,” Lockwood said, adding your name. “I just need to know.”

“Tony.”

“Please.”

Taking a breath, you tried to find the courage to look at him, though your eyes seemed to dart elsewhere every now and again. 

“I…what do you want me to say? That these last couple of days have confused me more than ever? That I can’t wrap my head around what’s real and what not? Tony, before I found out you and I are married, it was clear. Everything was clear. I knew what my feelings were for you, I knew what I could keep from everyone, including myself. But now…now I can’t even do that. I know I have feelings for you, Tony. But that doesn’t matter. Because not only are you my friend, but we also work together. Any feelings that I tried to convince myself aren’t real…they won’t stop feeling real.”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

You went silent, looking to his hand that grasped onto yours. 

“Because I’m in love with you and I need to know if you feel the same.”

Looking him in the eye, Anthony got the confirmation he needed. 

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you dancing with George. And, even though the whole marriage thing was accidental, I can’t lie…it took everything in me to not go against calling the lawyer. And when I was dancing with you in the square…it was like everything I had wished for.”

“What if it doesn’t work out?”

“We’ve stuck together this long, even before we got married.”

You cracked a smile and laughed, “Yeah, that’s true.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

Trying to hide his smile, Lockwood kept hold of your hand before lowering himself onto one knee. 

Saying your full name, along with his surname, which sent butterflies-in-a-tornado all around your stomach, Anthony Lockwood asked you;

“Will you stay married to me for as long as you love me?”

You smiled, “Yes, Tony. I will remain married to you.”

With a grand smile, Tony stood and kissed you, pulling you in closer than ever. 

After a moment, the back of your legs hit the sofa and he lowered you down carefully before quickly joining you, the kiss breaking just enough for the both of you to catch a breath. 

A week later, June received a professional wedding photo of both you and Anthony in the back garden where Lucy had decorated the place in fairy lights and different whimsical pieces that made the entire day feel like it was plucked out of a book. 

On that same morning of you preparing her letter, Lockwood came into the study, wrapping his arms around your shoulders before kissing your cheek and resting his head on yours. 

“What are you doing?”

“Sending June confirmation that her Blackmail worked.”

“What?”

“She knew. She knew the whole thing was fake, well…kinda.”

“I beg your bloody pardon?”

You laughed a little at his reply before watching him pull up a seat to be next to you. “She knew. The second morning she was here, I found her in the kitchen. She knew about the whole thing. But she knew I loved you. And she knew you loved me.”

“And the blackmail?”

“I had two weeks to tell you the truth, or else she’d tell Violet.”

“Wow. I knew she could be tough but I’d have thought she would have drawn the line at blackmail.”

“And now I’m sending her confirmation.”

“Okay.” Lockwood kissed you twice before standing up. “Cup of tea and some toast.”

“Love some.”

“Okay.” Lockwood smiled before coming back and kissing you once again.

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[aurumacadicus]

Tony strikes me as the kind of person who, upon hearing neighbors fighting, would open the window and listen.

So what I’m saying is Tony moves into a nice brownstone, keeps to himself, notices his neighbors seem very close but is too awkward to insert himself into the conversations to make friends (normally people come up to him, so he has no idea how to really... start conversations). He’ll wave and they’ll wave back, and someone left cookies on his doorstep after he moved in, but mostly, he keeps to himself and they keep to themselves.

Then one day the couple across the street starts arguing while Tony goes to get the mail. He hovers by his mailbox, keeping his ears open. It sounds like the wife is angry about school but her tipping point is her husband not putting his laundry in the hamper. Tony looks through his mail but doesn’t actually read any of it because now the husband is complaining about crock pot meals every night.

“What are you doing?” someone asks flatly, and Tony jumps, turning to find one of his scarier neighbors frowning at him, arms crossed over her chest. The blond guy next to her has a dog on a leash. The dog only has three legs and one eyeball.

“...I’m nosy,” Tony says after a moment, lifting his head to blink at her.

“Great, trade places with me so I can face my good ear at their house,” the blond guy says, and Tony obediently swivels, stunned.

“Did he say anything about the crock pot?” the lady asks seriously. “I hope she breaks it over that asshole’s head.”

And it turns out Tony’s nextdoor neighbors are just as nosy as he is. They’re Natasha and Clint. The dog’s name is Lucky. Sometimes Clint takes Lucky on walks just to hear what’s going on around the neighborhood. It’s great.

The couple divorces and put their house on the market. The ex-wife gives Tony her crock pot and all her recipes for it as thanks for putting her in touch with a good lawyer and Tony has no idea what her ex-husband is complaining about because everything is delicious. A couple of Clint and Natasha’s friends snap the house up.

They argue a lot.

“You know, it’s really obvious that you’re being nosy when you just grab a cup of coffee and open your window,” Natasha says, frowning at him judgmentally.

“If they cared they’d shut up and go back inside,” Tony replies, nonplussed, and hands her another cup of coffee.

Then one day he gets more than he bargained for when one of the guys shouts, “YOU CAN ASK HIM OUT AFTER I ASK HIM OUT THEN YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE,” and starts charging across the street. The only reason he doesn’t leap directly through Tony’s open window and into his house is because the other guy tackles him at the sidewalk.

Clint comes out of his house, walks over to Tony’s, and comes inside so he can close and lock the window. “Play hard to get. They’re annoying when they’re smug,” is all he says, and then he leaves again.

Tony blinks, stunned, and takes a loud sip of his coffee.

#ideas #avengers shenanigans #the other avengers make appearances obviously #but natasha and clint are the only ones that strike me as just as nosy as tony

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Sugar Daddy Erik Face Claims:

Sienna. 26

Sienna is from Texas. She moved to San Francisco to go to nursing school. She has a bond with her Mother’s sister and her cousins. Her mom and dad passed away.

Selena. 24 (this is just an over Al picture to describe her she’s Latina) friend to Sienna. They met in college and bonded because of Nursing. Eventually they messed around. Faith has feelings for Sienna.

Carrie. 45

Carrie is best friends to Faith and she’s an Attorney.

Faith. 44

Faith is Erik’s second wife. Faith is a Therapist. Faith couldn’t have children.

Vivica. 56

Vivica is Erik’s first wife. They met each other at a party in LA when Erik was in his twenties. She was a prestigious woman born into a family with money.

Leo. 46

Leo. Born and raised in Seattle, Washington. A famous painter who eventually went to medical school in San Francisco to become an Anesthesiologist. Before that, he traveled a lot, backpacking through Australia, Ireland, Peru, and plenty of other places. Erik and himself became close when they both attended a medical fellowship together. After long nights in the ER, they would meet up for drinks at a local bar. Leo is divorced just like Erik, an estranged wife that he provides for along with his three children. All in all, Erik brought them together and they are inseparable.

Jamie. 49

Jamie is the eldest of the friend group at the age of forty-nine. He’s a famous producer from NY that decided to move to California after a falling out with his business partner. He also wanted to branch out and do his own thing so he decided to take his talents to California. He settled in Oakland and from there he made a name for himself. Erik and Jamie met back in the 90s when Erik was going to college in NY. Erik would frequent a local club that held cyphers and there is where he met Jamie. They have been friends ever since.

Toni. 40

Toni is a childhood friend of Erik’s. He’s an Intellectual Property Lawyer who was born in California to his Filipino mother and African American father. Out of all of them, Toni suffered the most hardships. Poor upbringing, alcoholic and abusive father, multiple siblings, life turned to crime to provide for his family, and out of all of that, he has two college degrees and makes 162,000 a year.

Kevin 😒

Just know he’s an Architect and he’s married to Carrie. Not much will be said about him lol

#sugardaddyerik #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger imagine #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger smut #erik killmonger

[gburph]

Lokius writing prompts

Usually I only reblog stuff, but I'm so starved for Lokius content that I've decided to create some Lokius writing prompts. Second part is here and third part here. If anyone uses them, please let me know. I want to read it.

1 - At the end of Thor Ragnarok there is no Thanos. The Asgardians arrive safely in Midgard and, with the help of the Norse government, establish their colony, New Asgard. The American government demands the surrender of Loki. They want to punish him for the attack on New York in 2012. Everyone is convinced of Loki's guilt, from Thor to Loki's lawyer. Only Thor and Jane Foster's testimony about Loki's help before the battle in Greenwich with the Dark Elves improves Loki's situation a little. With this, there is a hope of saving Loki from the death penalty but this is still not certain. Suddenly Thor is contacted by S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. - Mobius M. Mobius, who has been fascinated by the events of 2012 for years and is convinced of Loki's innocence and claims he can prove it. The most difficult task the agent faces, however, is convincing Loki to testify in his own defence.

2 - After the end of season 2, Loki and Mobius continue to work together at the TVA. They pursue dangerous variants that threaten the Multiverse. During one mission, they pursue a dangerous variant that murders all other variants of themselves. In the course of the battle, Mobius is injured. Loki saves his life. After these events, Loki realises that his feelings towards Mobius are more than friendship. However, he is convinced that Mobius only has platonic feelings towards him and there is no chance of them ever being together. What if he is wrong?

3 - Don works in a shop that sells jet skis. He went through a difficult divorce a few years ago. He tries to maintain a positive relationship with his ex wife but it is not always easy. Don's children consider him a loser and constantly compare him to their stepfather, who is a serious businessman. Despite the harder times, Don tries to think positively and not give up in life. He loves his job, jet skis and sweets. For some time now, a mysterious customer has been coming into the shop on a regular basis. He looks well off but never buys anything. He loves spending time with Don and talking about everything and nothing. As time goes by, Don starts to notice behaviour in this customer that makes him think that maybe the customer is romantically interested in him. Eventually, after comments from colleagues, Don begins to consider giving the customer a chance. He lets him know that if he wants to date then all he has to do is ask. The client seems surprised at first by this turn of events, but asks Don out. (It is up to the author to choose whether it is AU or canon compliant. If AU then Mobius is called Mobius, not Don. If canon complaint, Mobius' memory returns. Customer is of course Loki)

4 - After the destruction of the TVA, Loki wakes up right where he started - in New York in 2012, right after the beating he took from the Hulk. This time there is no Endgame Tony falling over with the Tesseract. How will this Loki deal with the following events? Will he find Mobius in this timeline? Will Mobius remember him? Will he go to the prison on Asgard or stay on Midgard? Will he tell everyone about Thanos, the Other and the mind control they put him under? Is anyone going to believe him? What Thor will think looking at this new Loki who is gentler, more mature and confident in his powers?

Bonus points if in post season 2 canon complaint stories every member of TVA hates spaghetti with burning passion.

More bonus points for Loki's interactions with various members of the Avengers.

Even more bonus points for Lokius slow burn.

Tell me what you think of my ideas!

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[murdockmeta]

Murderdock Headcanons

That I consider canon lol

Matt's hands and feet are always so fucking cold

Matt doesn't like to be touched (honestly this is kinda canon with him cutting Miles simply because he grabbed Matt's arm in a non threatening way)

Matt was laying there amongst the bodies of the ninja after Stick died because he was bleeding out and he was waiting to die

Matt is asexual (I specifically see him as being sex-positive, I think he enjoys it but he sees it more as a tool to get things from others or to manipulate them. He sees it as something that is useful for things like stress relief or pent up energy but it's not something he actively seeks out)

Matt has scars. Like a LOT of scars that cover his whole body. Some mar his skin but most you can't see unless the light catches them just right.

To further on the above: I think some of these are self harm scars

Matt has heavy scarring around his eyes, right where the chemicals directly contacted his skin, and that's why he's depicted wearing bigger glasses to cover more of his face

Matt struggles with eating, he'll easily forget or just won't eat for extended periods

To expand on the above: I think the hand probably starved him as forms of punishment, and he also grew up impoverished, so he's really not used to eating regularly or consistently

Matt likes it when he takes his glasses off and it makes people uncomfortable, he thinks they deserve it and it gives him a bit of a power trip

Gwen's dad was the responding officer during the accident that blinded Matt (def stole this from a @/ask-nelsonandmurderdock comic and adopted it straight into my canon)

Matt hates guns, they irritate him and he hates how loud they are

He has a default way of speaking that makes him come off as stuck up (I mean he kinda is so)

He's an extremely light sleeper

He has various canes with different weapons/uses hidden in them (one with a katana, one with a tantō, one that breaks apart v similar to 616!matts, probably more)

He knows so many of Tony Stark's ex-wives because he's the only lawyer that's won any case against the team of lawyers Tony has on retainer in a divorce suit

Matt is left-handed. Between the nuns and being raised by the hand, he's become ambidextrous, but his left is his more dominant

Matt will sometimes inadvertently pray while he's meditating. It's due to the different prayers he had to memorize as a kid, he's trying to clear his mind while meditating and sometimes they just slip into his thoughts as a repetitive act that keeps him calm and focused

Matt will stand eerily still, like you-can't-tell-he's-breathing you-swear-he-doesn't-even-blink kinda still, he doesn't usually even notice that he's doing it

I could go on and on cause I literally NEVER stop thinking about this slimy bastard but that's where I'll stop for now :)

#murderdock my beloved #murderdock #earth 65 #e65 #violence #suicidal thoughts #attempted suicide #matt murderdock #earth 65 matt murdock #self harm #here queues... daredevil!

[zaraomarrogers]

Always and Forever - 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader

Series warnings: Fluff, Angst, sexual content, 18+ content, minors do not interact.

*~*

PART 1

Afternoon sun was shining through the large glass windows, illuminating the room with natural lights. Steve was leaning on the chair, feet up on the mahogany desk. Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice when Tony Stark entered his office, dropping the pile of papers on the table.

"Rise and shine, Rogers! The world has moved on." He dropped himself on the chair across from Steve and eyed the blond man.

Tony was not just Steve's boss but both had become good friends. The kind of friends who could rely on each other. Getting an internship at Stark Industries wasn't really a problem for Steve. He'd been a straight A student throughout school and college. Not just his grades, but his willingness to adapt to the work ethics and leadership qualities got him to a position of one of the most competitive marketing executive in Newyork City. Tony had made the best decision when he offered him a job right after four months into his internship. He couldn't afford to lose Steve Rogers to other companies, mostly his rivals. And, today after almost four years later, Steve was the nominee of COO, a position second in rank to Tony's. He'd worked tirelessly to earn this position. Steve had put his heart and soul, blood and sweat to have that power. A power to be on top of his game.

"What brought you here Tony?" Steve asked with bored expression.

"Last time I checked I was still the boss. This is my office." Tony scoffed. "Sulking in the lunch hour and skip your lunch won't get her back in your life..." Tony raised his both hands when Steve shot him a glare.

"I need you to go to Boston for me...." Tony continued when Steve sat up straight in the chair.

"..... Pepper's showcasing her first Fall collection and I want you to go on my behalf."

"Why me Tony?" Steve spoke while gathering the papers Tony threw on the desk.

"Beacuse.... Pepper and I... we aren't on speaking terms right now. She's hired a divorce lawyer Steve, and me going there will only add fuel to fire. I don't want a divorce." Tony said exasperatedly.

"Then why did you push her to take that step Tony?" Steve said  in a matter of fact tone.

"I didn't push her, that woman doesn't listen to me...."

"But you love her." Steve smiled.

"But I love her." Tony sighed, "I should have listened to her, I know I should have." Regret was present in Tony's voice.

"I will go to Boston, attend the showcase only if you promise to visit your wife and daughter after that. You'd offer the reconciliation Tony, don't let your pride ruin your relationship."

"What would you do if you were in my place, Steve?" Tony asked, lost in his thoughts.

"I'm not in your place Tony."  Steve said standing up and collecting his things from the desk, "All I know is, I wouldn't trade what you've jeopardised for anything in this world." Pain reflected through his face and expression hardened.

"Email the flight schedule and details." He left the office because it was started getting suffocating.

His heart was breaking all over again and his mind was occupied by her thoughts only. Putting the car in gear, Steve didn't know where to go. He aimlessly driven through the roads, didn't know where to go - where to stop. He desperately wanted to go home but who's home. The one he was now living with his fiance, Peggy Carter. Or the one, he spent his childhood , his parents house, the sound of her laughter still echoed from his parents house where he had spent numerous hours with her. Loving her. Cherishing her. Breathing her.

Steve didn't have a home to go to because she was his home and he lost her four years ago.

~*~

“Mama wakey wakey...” small hands were softly poking her on tummy resulting in a groan. Y/n knew who it was, she smiled sleepily looking at her  3.5 year old son. “ Happy to you mama.” Little boy squeaked in excitement when he saw his mama smiling. “Good morning Mal-pal.” She said groggily and hugged him tight.

Enveloping in her arms, she caressed his cheeks. “i’s your happy to you day mama. Wakey now.” “Mmmhh it’s too early, cupcake. We still have thirty more minutes to sleep in. How long have you been up.” She kissed Malcolm’s forehead. “Dunno.” He shrugged his shoulders while tracing her facial features with his small fingers. A gesture took her four years back and she tried not to remember anything from her previous life.

This, right here, in her arms was her whole life. Her everything. Her son, Malcolm Steven Rogers.  She didn’t have to look back at the hurtful past. She’d moved on, or so she thought.  

“Okay Mal-pal, mama needs to take a quick shower and get ready. How about you wait here for me.” She ruffled his silky dark blond hair. Malcolm nodded, “Talk to me fwom in there?”

“Sure, how about you start with telling me how do you want to spend the day.” She lightly laughed and headed to the bathroom.

While Malcolm told her how he wanted to spend his mama’s birthday, she brushed her teeth and took a quick warm shower. By the time, she came back in the room twenty minutes later, Malcolm was sprawled on the bed, yawning.

“Chocolate chip pancakes or blueberry muffins?” she asked extending her arms so he could jump in her embrace.

“Nooo, you pick mama. Your happy to you.” He said circling his arms around her neck. She laughed heartily, descending down the stairs, she sat him up on the bar stool and started taking out two bowls and a box of lucky charms.

“Mama’s favourite is cereal Mal-pal, you sure you don’t want pancakes or muffins?”

“I wike ce’weal too.” Malcolm said a little less enthusiastically. Y/n knew she’d have to throw half of his bowl in the bin so she started making pancake batter from the instant mix.

“Good mornin’! oh looks like someone’s woken up early.” It was Alice Maximoff- Carter, Y/n’s step-mother. Her father, Daniel Carter married her few years ago.

“I’s mama's happy to you, Gwanny.” Malcolm said excitedly.

“Mornin’ Alice.” Y/n smiled knowingly. “Happy birthday Y/n/n.” Alice hugged Y/n tightly.

“Thanks.” She smiled. “Coffee's in the pot and pancakes on its way. You can have cereal as well.”

“I’d just take coffee first. Breakfast later with your Dad.” Alice took a seat next to Malcolm and listened to him telling her some thing animatedly.

Alice Maximoff-Carter was the  epitome of kindness. Her blue grey eyes were full of love and empathy. Four years ago when Y/n came knocking down the door of her Dad’s house in the middle of the night, Alice quickly embraced her in a motherly hug. Y/n had craved  the affection and love of a mother while growing up. Alice's kindness warmed Y/n’s  heart and helped her adjust in her new life in a totally new city.

When Y/n left Newyork with her suitcase filled with few clothes and essentials, she was devastated. She had never thought it would happen. He would do such thing was not in the least of her imagination. She was crumpled up like a piece of paper.   Heart broken and dejected, she felt like she had lost the purpose of life. He was her life. She didn’t know how to live in a world without him. She was slowly fading into nothingness when Malcolm came in to her life as a beacon of hope. A Ray of sunshine.

Three weeks after coming to Boston, she found out she was pregnant. She broke down in Alice’s arms, not knowing what to do with the news. The man who had shattered her, had left a part of him in her. Growing his child in her body was agonising. Every memory of them together kept her up all night. It was excruciatingly painful.... but it was all worth it. When she heard Malcolm’s cries, she cried with him. And when she held him for the first time and looked at him, first time in a while she felt like her stopped bleeding. She would finally get healed. Malcolm was the spitting image of his father, Steve Rogers who was unaware of his son's existence. Holding Malcolm for the first time in her arms, she promised to never look behind. She promised herself she’d stop waiting for Steve to come. She’d put everything behind her and live for her son. She’d  give him all the everything she could. Malcolm became the sole purpose of her life.

~*~

The sound of her laughter was echoing through the walls as she wriggled underneath him.

“Stoooooppppp... oh Steeeve, please....” Steve was tickling her mercilessly.

“No, first tell me what did you say? C'mon y/n/n... ya know I won’t stop.”

“How’d I tell ya if you won’t stooopppp... “   And he stopped immediately.

“C'mon...” he nuzzled his nose in the crook her neck inhaling in her scent.

“I lied to Peggy that we’ve... you know... slept together.” A tinge of pink spread on her cheek and Steve kissed her, a light feathery kiss.

“Why’d you lie?”

“Because I wanted her to get off my back. She’d been annoying me the whole time we were at the club, so I lied.” Steve laughed and looked down at her lovingly. He was still very much settled between her legs. Holding his weight on his arms.

“Stop laughing at me, Steve, you know how difficult it is for me to spend a second with Peggy. And I had to spend a weekend with her.”

She pouted, circling her arms around Steve’s neck and pulling him more closer. “Y/n/n, I- you know.....” she cut him off with a tender kiss on his lips.

“I want to do it.” She whispered shyly.

“On my eighteenth birthday, Steve, I want us to... I want you to make love to me.”  She had her face buried in Steve’s neck.

“Are you sure? You’re birthday is next week y/n/n. I want you to be completely sure before we ...”

“I am, Steve! I can’t be more sure about it. I love you.”

“I love you so so much y/n/n.” A sweet and sensual kiss became passionate and hungry in no time.

A pillow landed on Steve’s head brought them out into the real world. “Dinner's ready , Kids. Get your asses off the bed, hurry up.”

Sarah Rogers hollered over the hallway, she didn’t stay to witness her son making out with his girlfriend and her future daughter-in- law. She smiled at the thought of y/n and Steve getting married. She’d loved Y/n like her own child, even when Steve and Y/n were just best friends.

“You made chicken pot pie.” Y/n squealed in joy and sat down on one of the chair of the kitchen table. “Thankyou Sarah.” She said shyly and Sarah couldn’t help but gazed at her longer than usual. Y/n ‘s kissed swollen lips and flushed cheeks were giving away the prove of their previous activity. Not that Sarah mind. She was ecstatic to found out that finally Steve grew a pair and confessed his feelings to Y/n.

“Ma, that’s not fair. You always make y/n's favourite.” Steve came down after her like a lost puppy and took a chair beside her, intertwining his fingers with her.

“That’s your favourite too, Stevie. Remember, when she wasn’t here, you’d been asking me to make all her favourites.” Sarah laughed and Steve looked at Y/n sheepishly.

“In my defense, you been gone for two weeks and I was missing you terribly.” Steve said the latter part under his breath. Y/n gently squeezed his hand under the table.  

Once the dinner was over and Sarah went to her room, Steve and Y/n made their way to the patio. His hand was wrapped around her, she laid her head on his shoulder. They were sitting in a comfortable silence just basking in the warmth of each other.

“I missed you too, you know that right.” She whispered softly.

“Mmmhh, I was counting days for your return. How was the trip anyway?”

“How would it be? It was Peggy and my mom and their obnoxious circle of riches.”  She pressed herself more into him and Steve’s grip tightened around her arms.

“Mom was telling everybody there that I will be going either  to Harvard or Columbia.... I didn’t like the sound of it, Steve. I don’t want to go anywhere without you.” Her tone was little desperate towards the end.

“Y/n/n....” he was having difficulty finding right words.

“I can’t go to Harvard or Columbia, unless they offer me full bright scholarship. Only college is NYU which is offering me scholarship and I can’t miss that chance....”

“You got accepted in NYU?” she cut him off disappointedly.

“I was suppose to surprise you when you come back from the trip.”

“It doesn’t feel like a surprise, Steve. I didn’t even apply for NYU.”

Tears started filling up in her eyes as she stood up. A sudden cold hit her after breaking from Steve’s warm embrace.

“Hey, hey Y/n/n, you’ve still got time to apply for NYU, last few days left. And I knew you wanted to go to Columbia.....” Steve took a hold of her hand again and pulled her close to him.

“.... so I’ve applied there as well, still haven’t heard from them yet. I don’t want to go to college without you either, Y/n/n. I can’t even imagine it. You have no idea how I spent two weeks without you.”

Taking a step closer to her, he placed his forehead on hers.

“It was hard for me too Steve. I realised that I c-can't spend a day without you.” She cupped his cheeks as Steve softly brushed his lips against her. A light feathery touch of their lips on each other sent tingles and an urge for more. She captured his lips, her desire for him was as clear as the day in that kiss.

“Wana apply for NYU?” Steve asked once they pulled apart to breathe. A hint of smile on his lips.

“Yes!” she kissed him hard one more time. “Take me to your room, Rogers.”

“Yes ma'am.” Steve scooped her in his arms, connecting their lips again and bumping into any solid that came into their way to his bedroom.

~*~

Steve was dumping his clothes and few other essentials in the suitcase when he heard the main door open and closed. Keys were thrown at the wooden coffee table and click of heels indicated that Peggy had arrived. He sighed, crease between his eye brows deepened. He wanted to avoid her at all cost. Peggy came into his view and he indignantly shut his suitcase close. Dragging it to the door of the master bedroom he came face to face with his fiancé.

“You going somewhere?” Peggy asked. He could smell a man's perfume on her, one he had stopped using long long time ago.

“Boston. Work trip.” He couldn’t be more to the point.

“When you come back, we’re going to spend some time alone.”

Peggy took a step closer to him. “Just the two of us.” She stepped into his personal space. “It’s been a while we get some down time. I’m gonna take few days off and we’ll do a short vacation trip to Hampton.” She inhaled in his scent, brushing her lips against his perfect jawline. “You, me and the endless ocean.” She placed a kiss on the corner of his lips. Steve’s knuckles turned white in a fist.

Steve took a step back. “I don’t know if I’m free for another month Peggy.” He stepped back, grabbing his suitcase and left the room.

Peggy turned around, once again stopping him in his way. Her tone was aggravated when she said, “I met Joey couple a days ago, and he told me he saw you with someone at the bar.” Her sweet tone she was using moments ago was gone.

“What else Joey told you?” Steve said raising an eye brow.

“That you were fucking a random bitch in the dark corner of the VIP lounge.” Peggy’s perfectly contorted face was emotionless.

“So what?” Steve’s voice was challenging, and for a moment Peggy was speechless.

“Not everybody has to know what kind of a relationship we have, Steve.” She clenched her teeth.

“Relationship?” Steve scoffed.

“Yes! Whatever this is for us, I don’t care but for them, we’re engaged to be married and I’d like to keep it that way.” Peggy was clearly pissed.

“Them who, Peggy?” Steve spoke bitterly. “They don’t give a shit about who we fuck behind each other's back, cause that’s what they all are doing. You and I are no different. You’ve been screwing District Attorney’s assistant, what’s his name, Jason, for a month now.... how’d you think I know?” Peggy turned pale. She wasn’t clearly expecting this. “I think its about time we finally drop the act and break it off.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you out of your damn mind? We can-"

Steve cut her off quickly. “I’m so sick and tired of pretending Peggy. I don’t want to be associated with you or your mom in any way whatsoever.” He didn’t want to raise his voice but it did.

“I agreed to do this because it was beneficial for both of our careers. Your mother played me into this but I can’t do this anymore. It’d be better you call it off. Blame it all on me, I’d handle it but....”

“You still love her, Don't you?” Peggy whispered. “You’re doing this because of her.”

Steve shook his head in disappointment. “I haven’t seen her in four years Peggy. I don’t even know where she is.” Peggy could see it in his eyes.

Sadness.

He didn’t even bother to hide his emotions whenever Y/n’s name come up in their conversation. Peggy didn’t know if it was intentional, but she’d realised long ago that it was a huge mistake on her part to get Steve and Y/n separated. She wanted what they have but she never wanted it with Steve. She’d been engaged to Steve for almost three years now but couldn’t bring herself to feel attracted to him in a romantic way. Steve moved away from in front of her, towards the main entrance of their apartment.

“I never stopped loving her.” Steve whispered, loud enough for Peggy to hear and hurried out of the apartment. It was too much for him. He was hurting way too bad today. Maybe because it was Y/n’s birthday and he was just too tired. Burden of guilt and regret had weighed him down and it’d become too suffocated to breathe.

Boston would be a good escape from all the hustle bustle of New York, he thought to himself. Little did he know what had been waiting for him in Boston.

“Kate, please cancel my flight ticket, I’m going to drive to Boston.” Steve informed his assistant over the call.

“Okay Boss, you want me to inform Mr. Stark?”

“Nope.” He disconnected the call and dialled his mom's number. Sarah picked up on second ring.

“I was thinking about you, Stevie. How are you, sweetheart?” Sarah’s voice was filled with so much love and affection for his only son.

“I’m good, Ma. En route to Boston, filling up for Tony.”

“Are you okay, son?” Sarah asked a little concerned.

“I don’t know, Ma.” He gulped, trying to swallow back the tears that were formed in his eyes. “Wish I could tell you.”

“I’m right here, Stevie. You want to make a stop before you leave?”

“It’s alright, mom. I’m already on highway. I’ll call you when I’m there.”

“Mhmm... You’ll be good.”

“I miss her.” His vision blurred with trail of tears, he’d tried hard to control.

“I miss her so much.” He whispered but Sarah could easily hear him. She knew her son was hurting and she couldn’t do anything to ease that pain away.

“Oh honey... wish I could help you, Stevie.” She felt the burn in her throat.

“I deserve this, Ma. It’s alright. I’m gonna be okay.”  

“Steve, honey....”

“It’s okay, Ma. I’m good. Talk to you later. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” In almost four or five hours , Steve would arrive in Boston. He’d have to attend Pepper’s first Fall showcase. He didn’t have least bit of an interest in fashion show but it was a favour for Tony. He tried to take his mind off of her by mentally planning his stay in Boston. His phone started ringing, he smiled at the caller ID, it was his best friend, his brother, Bucky. Little did Steve know that Bucky was Wanda's fiance and at the moment babysitting his son Malcolm while Y/n was the soul behind Pepper's Fall showcase. They were celebrating and launching Wanda as the main designer.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers au #Steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut

[middleearthpixie]

Better Days ~ Chapter Eight

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin  x ofc Elena Madison

Characters: Frerin, Maura, Flynn, Jake, Toni

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.3k 

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It was raining when Frerin pulled out from the parking deck, and it suited his mood perfectly. It had been a long night, with things picking up once more around two AM, when the bars closed and while he’d seen only two kids during his shift, he stepped in to help out when patients swamped the ER. 

Six-thirty on a Saturday morning meant very little traffic and mostly blinking stop lights, so the drive from the hospital to home wasn't too terrible. He angled into the driveway, pulling up almost to the garage, and ran up the front walk, as his umbrella was handily located in the front closet instead of his car, where he’d thought it had been. Either way, he was soggy by the time he got the front door unlocked and opened and stepped onto the tiled portion of the foyer floor.

Maybe it was time to think about selling this house. The only reason they’d bought it was because Toni liked it, while he always thought it was oversized and on the ostentatious side. Five bedrooms, each with its own en suite bathroom, a full finished basement with a wet bar that they only ever used during parties, formal living room, sunken family room, gourmet kitchen (he had to admit, Toni had made great use of that and he did miss her cooking on occasion, as his wasn't nearly as good) a bathroom off the kitchen in addition to the full baths in both the upstairs hall and the basement. A little over an acre of property, a built in pool, a trampoline that hadn’t been used in years and a wooden jungle gym that was currently rotting away at the far end of the yard. It was more than he wanted or needed and Flynn would be going off to college in another year or so, followed by Maura. It was really more space than they needed. 

It was a nice neighborhood—his neighbor on one side was a lawyer, on the other, a dentist. BMW had been the favored car amongst the well-to-do in the Rolling Hills development, although Teslas were starting to take over, and the families were much like his, older kids with the occasional middle or intermediate schooler, like Jake. Lawns were manicured and maintained, with the exception of his, as that was why he had kids. They took turns mowing and the only landscaping was the azalea bushes Toni had planted their first year in the house. They were almost to the windowsills now and every spring they burst forth in a riot of reds and pinks and while he didn't really care much one way or the other about flowers, he had to admit he thought they looked pretty. 

He kicked off his shoes at the double front doors and shrugged out of his wet jacket to let it drip dry on the tile, then made his way into the kitchen, where he unloaded his keys and unclipped his pager. Both went into the small Mikasa bowl that had once been a wedding gift, but now sat on the desk in the far corner, alongside the French doors that led out of the upper level of deck.

They normally ate breakfast in the kitchen, at the table across from those doors and with a low sigh, he turned the chair at the far end of the table about and sank into it, staring out over the backyard. There was a lot to be said about being in private practice, which was one of the things he and Toni used to fight about, as she could never quite understand why he didn't just walk away from Sidelburg Memorial and go into practice for himself or join a private practice. And after shifts like the previous one, he wondered if perhaps he hadn’t made a mistake in not doing that right from the get-go. 

But the truth was, he was happy at the hospital, even with the headaches that came with the job. He didn't want to start over anywhere where he’d be the low man on the totem pole and be stuck with weekends, holidays, and overnights. Of course, it wasn't much different from now, with the one caveat; he was in charge at the hospital. His days of taking orders from attendings and vying for position and all that were over and he was not about to go back to them. 

“Dad? You okay?”

He turned to look over his shoulder as Maura came into the kitchen, her Christmas plaid pajama bottoms and Ghost tee shirt wrinkled from sleep. “I’m fine, honey. What’re you doing up so early?”

“I couldn't sleep.” She shuffled over to the chair closest to his and tugged it away from the table.

“You feel okay?”

She nodded, dodging as he went to press a hand to her forehead. “I’m fine. I just woke up and couldn't go back to sleep.”

“Another nightmare?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“You want to tell me about it?”

“No.”

“Okay. But if you change your mind—”

She nodded. “I know, Dad.”

He bit back the instinct to ask her again. She’d been plagued by nightmares on and off since she was a toddler, but had long since stopped confiding in him about them. There were times when he missed those days, when she would climb up into his lap, tuck her head against his chest, and tell him about the monsters in her dreams and he could assure her they would never hurt her. 

“Is everything okay, Maur?”

“It’s fine… I just… I don't want to spend Christmas with Mom. I like being here.”

“I know, but we’ll go Christmas on Christmas Eve, so you get two Christmases.”

“It’s not the same.”

“No,” he sighed, shaking his head, “it’s not.”

“And it sucks.”

“It does suck, but it won’t always suck.”

“Sure it will. Christmas with Mom and the Skeeze? No thanks. I’d rather be here.”

He’d rather it as well, since he couldn’t say that, he turned his chair toward her and reached out to rumple her hair. “Maybe the Skeeze won’t be so bad.”

The look she gave him suggested he’d just said the stupidest thing imaginable. “Yeah, and maybe hell will freeze over, as you’d say.”

“Maura, give it a chance, okay?”

“Do I have a choice? You don't get it, Dad, because you get to stay right here. So, what do you care?” 

She shoved up from her chair and shuffled to the Keurig to power it up. He bit back his initial reply, opting for a more neutral, “Your mother wants to see you and your brothers for Christmas.”

“She’s the reason I have to go somewhere else for Christmas! I don't want to spend it with the Skeeze and I don’t want to spend it with her because it’s her fault you’re so angry with her. It’s her fault that she isn’t here and it’s her fault that you aren’t together.”

“Maura, I’m not angry with your mother any more.” He stood up and moved over to where she leaned up against the counter. “But, she and I also can’t live together any longer. You’re old enough to understand that.”

“I hate her so much.”

“Maura, you—”

“Don’t tell me I don’t, Dad. Don’t tell me what I feel, okay?” She met his gaze, and the eyes that were so much like his shimmered with tears. “And don't tell me I can’t feel the way I do, either. She did this to us. She ruined everything because she had to go and—and screw someone else. And now, everything is all fucked up!”

He let the oath slide as he caught her by the shoulders and pulled her into his embrace. He half-expected her to roughly shove him away, but to his surprise, she slid her arms about his waist and pressed her cheek against his chest. “I know you’re angry with her, Maura and I know I’m supposed to tell you that you shouldn’t be, that things happen, yada, yada, yada, but I’m not going to. You’re allowed to be hurt and angry and all that.”

“So don’t make us go then. Just let us stay here for Christmas.”

“I don't have a choice, honey. If I don’t, she’ll sic her lawyer on me for ignoring the court order saying I have to let her have you for Christmas. At least, I do for now.” He held her away and smoothed her tangled black hair away from her face. “And I’m not doing anything that might jeopardize my trying to keep you and your brothers, okay? I get in trouble for defying court-ordered visitation and it’s possible I could lose custody of all of you. And I’m not risking it.”

“I’m not living with her,” Maura told him flatly, shaking her head as she pulled out his hands. “And no stupid judge is making me, either. I’ll run away and go live with Uncle Thorin or with Holly or anywhere else.”

“You’re not doing anything like that and you know it. And as of right now, there’s no reason why you won’t be allowed to stay here, so don’t even worry about it, okay?”

“Dad—”

“I mean it. Enough with that.” He tugged her into his arms once more and pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “No one is taking you guys away from me, okay?”

She wrapped her arms about his waist. “Promise, Daddy?”

His throat tightened. He hadn’t been Daddy in years. “I promise.” He gave her a gentle squeeze, then glanced at the clock on the microwave. “You should go and get showered and dressed. Your mother said she’d be here for ten.”

Maura reluctantly pulled away and sighed as she glanced first at the Keurig and then at him. “Maybe the Skeeze will get hit by a bus.”

“Maura.”

“Killed by falling rocks?”

“Maur.”

“Eaten by bees?”

“Enough. Go get showered.”

“Okay, but I’m asking Mahal to at least lay a good, old fashioned case of the runs on him.”

He chuckled. “I suppose that would be fair enough.”

Maura shuffled out of the kitchen and Frerin moved to take a K-cup out of the drawer and stepped outside when his coffee was ready.The rain had tapered off and now hints of sunlight slit through the gray clouds as a family of deer wandered through the backyard, and several cardinals showed up at the bird feeder. 

It was more house than they needed, but for now, he wasn't going anywhere. His children had had enough upheaval in their world, he wasn't going to throw in a move on top of it now. 

“Is Maur okay?”

Frerin turned at Flynn’s question and nodded. “She’s fine. Is she still in the shower?”

“I don't know. I didn't look. Probably. She spends half her life in there.” Flynn wrapped his arms about himself as he came out onto the deck clad in only a pair of sweatpants. 

“Go put something heavier on,” Frerin told him as the breeze stirred. “You’ll catch pneumonia out here.”

“I’m fine.”

Frerin sighed. Both of them were in such a hurry to grow up, to prove to him and to Toni that they weren’t babies any longer. Last winter, Flynn tried to hitchhike his way into New York, but only managed to make it as far as Watchung, where he called Thorin to come and pick him up. They’d all gone to therapy after that, and while it helped, none of them had the time or the desire to keep going. 

Still, Frerin remembered all too well what sixteen-almost-seventeen was like—not a boy but not a man yet—and the troubles Flynn had had at school only exacerbated it. He was fortunate that he hadn’t been expelled or kicked off the baseball team, and this past fall, he’d taken his aggressions out on the football field as well. He talked about going to college on the West coast, as far away from New Jersey as he could get and Frerin didn't blame him. The last year had been rough on him and Maura especially.

“You should jump in the shower,” Frerin told him. “Your mother will be here by ten.”

“I know.” Flynn shook his shaggy dark hair out of his eyes. “I’ll be ready.”

“I know you will.” Frerin finished the last of his coffee. “Just do me a favor, okay? Try to get along with your brother and sister for the weekend. It’s one night.”

“I will. Don’t worry, Dad.”

“I’m not worried. I just know you three are under a lot of stress and none of you really wants to deal with things the way they are.”

“Yeah, but we don't have a choice, either, do we?” Flynn moved back to the French doors. “I’m going to shower. You want me to wake Jake?”

“No. It’s fine. I’ll get him.”

Flynn bobbed his head, then disappeared inside. Frerin stayed where he was a few minutes more, until the cold got the best of him, and then went up to Jake’s room. 

His youngest was still sound asleep. Frerin stood over him a few minutes and just gazed down at him. Although Toni was a redhead, and it was entirely possible Jake’s coloring came from her lineage, but if push came to shove, Frerin had to admit, he wasn't entirely certain he was Jake’s father. While the kids knew about Rory Crenshaw, they didn't know—and would never know, if he had anything to say about it—about the other man with whom Toni’d had an affair. All he knew was she confessed to seeing someone behind his back when they were going through their first rough patch. He found out later that at the same time she’d been saying to his face that she wanted to try to work things out between them, she was sleeping with the other guy as well. A few weeks later, she told Frerin she was pregnant. She swore up and down that Jake was his son, but considering the lies she’d already told, he had no way of knowing what was true and what wasn’t. 

Before Jake was born, Frerin made up his mind that he’d have the baby’s paternity tested. But then Jake arrived six weeks early and as he stood over the bassinet in the NICU, hardly able to breathe with worry, Frerin decided it didn't matter. Jake was his son and that was the end of it. Whether or not he carried Frerin’s genes didn't matter any more.

Jake stirred then, his eyes slowly opening. “Dad? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Frerin told him. “I was just coming to wake you, little man. You need to get washed and dressed for your mother.”

Jake nodded. “Okay.”

Frerin stretched out a hand to rumple Jake’s thick russet curls. “You hungry, buddy?”

“I’m okay, Dad.”

“Okay, I’ll let you get dressed. Your mother will be here in about an hour, give or take.”

Another nod. “Got it.”

“Make sure you pack your toothbrush.”

“I will.”

“And clean underwear.”

Jake scowled. “I will, Dad.”

“And don't forget your pajamas.”

“Dad.”

“Okay, okay.” Frerin held up both hands, palm out as he backed out of Jake’s room. He went back down into the kitchen and sigh softly as he sank back into his chair. 

At twenty after ten, the doorbell rang and Frerin braced himself as he went to answer it. Toni stood on the wide front porch, bundled up in a puffy ski jacket, with her mountain of auburn hair somehow stuffed up into a hat and she didn't smile as she said, “Are the kids ready?”

“Good morning to you, too,” he replied, stepping back into the foyer. “Come on in.”

She stepped inside, stomping snow from her boots. “It’s ridiculous that I have to ring the bell to get into my own house.”

“It stopped being your house when I bought you out last summer. It’s my house now. And you should tell your boyfriend that hiding in the car, glaring menacingly at my house doesn’t make him look nearly as tough as he thinks it does. What does he think I’m going to do? Jump on you the minute the door closes?”

“Very funny. Are they ready?”

“Just about.” He gestured toward the kitchen. “Want a cup of coffee while you’re waiting?”

“No. I’m good.” She tucked a wayward curl back up into her hat. “How’ve you been?”

“I’m good. Busy. I’m on nights at the hospital until the end of the year and the Christmas season is keeping us in business.”

“I don't know why you haven’t left there yet.”

“I like it there, is why. Even with the crappy night shifts, being short-staffed and overworked.” He glanced up at the staircase, silently urging the kids to hurry up. It was so weird, being forced to make strained conversation with the woman he’d lived with for nearly twenty years, but in the span of the last year, she’d become a stranger to him. He wondered if he’d become one to her. 

“I’m good, thanks for asking,” she broke in.

“Yeah? Good.”

“Tim’s good as well.”

“Because I was concerned he wasn’t?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“This might be a shock to you, Toni, but I could give two shits about Tim.” Footsteps creaked above and he breathed a silent sigh of relief as Flynn came down the staircase. 

“Hi, honey,” Toni greeted him, with enough warmth in her voice that Frerin almost believed it to be genuine.

“Hi, Mom. Maur and Jake are on their way down. Tim with you?”

“He drove.”

“Of course he did.” Flynn thumped past her and out the front door. 

Maura and Jake came down a few seconds later and only Jake smiled. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, sweetie. Are you both ready?”

“I guess so,” Maura replied. 

“Mom, are we doing cookies this weekend?”

Toni nodded. “Cookies and the tree, so you’ll be busy.”

“Flynn’s going to help me with my algebra. I have a test on Monday.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” Toni looked up at Frerin. “I’ll have them home by eight on Sunday.”

“Uh, nine would work better, if it’s not too much trouble,” he said. “I’ve got a date.”

Toni stopped and turned toward him, her eyes wide. “A date?”

“Yeah. We’re going out to dinner for seven and I figure I’ll be home around nine, give or take a few minutes.”

“A date with whom?”

“No one you know.” He smiled as he caught Maura’s eye and she grinned before ducking her her head. “Have fun, guys. I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Bye, Dad,” Maura and Jake called in unison.

They continued out the door, but Toni paused on the front porch. “Enjoy your date, Frerin.”

“I think I will, thanks.”

A hint of something resembling darkness flashed through her eyes, but her smile never wavered. She just turned and made her way to the red Tesla Model 3. Tim offered up a smug smile from behind the steering wheel and it took every ounce of willpower Frerin possessed to not flip him off. Let the dumbass think Frerin stewed in jealousy. He should only know what he’d gotten himself into with Toni and he wondered if she was cheating on Tim yet. Not that it mattered to Frerin. It wasn't his problem and neither was she. 

He closed the door and glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantle in the formal living room. It was almost ten thirty and while he probably should go up and get some sleep for his shift that night, he’d rather sacrifice the sleep and hit the gym instead. 

Seeing Elena was infinitely worth losing a bit of sleep over. 

#Gerard Butler #Frerin Durin #Frerin x OC #AU #Frerin Fic #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Modern AU #ER AU #Hospital AU #Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fin #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction

[pastself]

Obligatory fic/WIP post

Links to posted fics & tumblr whatsits under the cut.

Since I don't post WIPs unless they are done (thanks ffnet comments for the teenage trauma I never recovered from), but still want to talk about the insanity going on in my draft folder, I'm oversharing here. Don't hold me to any of these unless I tell you to! Titles may change!

Yes, they are all Peter/Tony. ymmv. Updated 25/3/24.

Happened (& on Ao3)

Want for Nothing - WIP (completed & posting while I edit) The financial stability (aka Sugar Daddy) fic. Tony's love language is gift giving. Peter seems to be the only person who understands that. Deleted Scenes/other extras here

Everything is Legal in Jersey - 11k+ Outsider POV. Nobody understands why Tony Stark moved to New Jersey after Civil War. Well, nobody, except 16-year-old Peter Parker.

Three Fundamental Truths - 3k+ Everything is Legal coda/prequel. Tony Stark didn't set out to date a teenager. No, really.

Groupie Love (Runs in the Family) - 7k+ The Meet the family/Social Media fic. I [19M] found out my boyfriend [47M] slept with my aunt [46F] before I was born. Reddit posts here.

Called on the Devil - 7k+ Outsider POV. Peter needs a divorce ASAP, and decides Daredevil will be his lawyer – whether he wants to be or not.

No Longer Boyish - 1k+ They all told Peter he'd grow out of his feelings. They were right.

Want For Nothing: How She Had Done It - 2k+ Outsider POV. Pepper had thought her days of dealing with Tony's conquests were over.

These Things Happen - 3k+ It takes Peter 5 minutes to fall in love with Tony Stark.

Whatsits & Headcanons (on Tumblr)

Peter is an adult when Tony comes back

Groupie Love: deleted scene (in which Tony makes everything worse)

The journey back to Earth will take decades

Body Count

Definitely Happening WIPs

Bare - 35k+ (this was supposed to be a oneshot) Peter gives himself a Brazilian for very stupid reasons. It hurts a lot at the time, but it hurts a lot more later.

Probably Happening WIPs

Flaw(less) - 3k+ It's not self-harm, it's data collection. At least, that's what Peter has been telling himself since Titan. Tony disagrees..

These things happen redux - ±1k Tony POV on These Things Happen. Excerpt here.

Maybe Sorta Somehow WIPs

Papa Don't Preach - 2k+ Peter is pregnant in a very bad, definitely going to kill him, spidery way. No one reacts normally. Excerpt here.

How to Get Away with Murder - 1k+ (verging on irondad atm but I think that will resolve itself) Peter may have killed someone, but there's no way in hell Tony's going to let him go to jail for it - no matter what the kid thinks.

Straight to Number One - 1k+ It's the Queer as Folk pilot but with superheros, weaponized aphrodisiacs, and consent check-ins... so nothing like the QAF pilot. Excerpt here.

The Last Parker - 1k+ Peter gets Omega!Tony pregnant on the ride into space to fight Thanos -- and everything after that still follows canon. Excerpt here and here.

#my writing

[antvnger]

Blood Brothers AU - Scott Discovers Iron Man

((Are you ready for this? Because I hurt myself writing this. The thing about this being Scott's blog is sometimes we're totally on the same page on things and he gives me the okay to do it. Then there are times where I have an idea of how something would go, and he shakes his head and goes "Nuh uh, that's not how this would go down." This was one of those times.)) @stxrksarc

Scott Stark’s mind was still reeling from the events of such a short time ago. He really couldn’t tell you how much time had passed since he saw on the news Tony’s executive decision to shut down the weapons manufacturing division of SI.

Tony was back. Tony was turning things around. Tony looked haunted. Tony looked wounded in a way Scott didn’t - yet - understand.  Tony made it home.

Tony…had yet to reach out.

It took Scott an hour of processing the newsreel footage for the hope that his big brother would come visit him to dawn on him. Another ray of light in a darkness that felt like too much for even Scott’s brand of optimism to fight through.

But days had passed with nothing to show for it. No letters, no calls, no visitors except for a divorce lawyer. Nothing. The only real ray of light he had to hold onto was Cassie’s letters and drawings he received so far and a promise written in crayon that she would come visit him.

Remember that Tony did try more than once to visit and he sent multiple letters, but a horrible CO made sure none of that got to Scott.

Scott worried that his incarceration made Tony decide breaking ties was probably for the best. Couldn’t have an inmate tied with SI, right? Especially if Tony’s hoping to turn the company around and make it clean. But the lack of contact made Scott physically ache. Cassie, Tony, and Rhodey were all he had left. 

He’s trying not to be bitter about it, but it’s really hard to do. All that worrying and panicking and the nightmares and the fear over Tony without so much as a postcard from him.

The first time Scott saw anything about Iron Man, it was the newsreel of Gulmira where he took on the Ten Rings. Scott and many other inmates watched the community TV in awe as the red and gold plated figure took out the bad guys with precision and rescued the village. There was some cheering among the inmates over how cool and badass that was, and Scott had to agree.

But the tech was what he focused on. Man, would he love to get his hands on that tech. Just to see how it all worked because to Scott’s engineering eye, it looked amazing. Beautiful even.

“Hey, Stark,” one of the inmates called out as he gestured to the TV with a nod, “how much is that suit worth ya think?”

Scott laughed and shook his head. “You don’t wanna know, man. You don’t wanna know.”

The intro to the Iron Man was a nice reprieve because it gave Scott something fascinating to focus on, wondering how it worked and what it comprised of and the tech behind it.

He overheard a couple of inmates discussing it who the brain behind the armor was one day during a meal. “You think it’s government shit?”

“Hell no, bro, the government wouldn’t paint it up like a damn corvette if it was. It’d be camo or patriotic or whatever. It’s gotta be a private asset.”

“Yeah? Like whose? Who’d have enough dough for that shit?”

“Stark Industries does.”

“Yeah, but I watched the news with the Stark dude. He looked as surprised as the rest of us. Can’t be theirs. I bet it’s Hammer Industries.”

That was the first and only time to date Scott had actually done a spit take and almost choked to death, and the inmate sitting across from him almost fought him over it.

A day or two later, Peachy and some other guys hurried to find Scott. Apparently, there was another story on the news about Iron Man and how he and an even bigger, uglier Iron Man fought at Stark Industries. The four guys who found him were talking over each other as fast as Scott had heard anybody talk this was before Luis arrived by the way, but they all insisted Scott needed to see this.

The only feed the news could show was from security cameras that SI released for the news to use, which didn’t show all that much. The fact that more was left to the imagination than not only added fuel to the chatter in the break room where everyone was talking about it.

They made sure Scott got a front row seat to watch because apparently Tony was about to give a press conference over the whole deal.

Scott heard bits and pieces about it all from everyone around him. How this armored dude was Tony’s new bodyguard after being kidnapped in a warzone Scott didn't believe that, how there was a coup from inside SI to overthrow the Starks which did not surprise Scott at all. The fact Stane was finally exposed as the snake he was just really made Scott feel validated. How it was also rumored that Rhodes was the real man behind the armor please dear God let it not be Rhodey, Scott thought. That was a lot to worry about.

There was some mumbling through the crowd of reporters as cameras flashed and clicked obnoxiously while Tony approached the podium. “Thank you. Been a while since I was in front of you. I figure I'll,” he waved some note cards and smirked, “stick to the cards this time.”

That earned some laughs and more murmurs before Tony started reading, “There's been speculation that I was involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and the rooftop…” There was? Scott hadn’t heard anybody saying that stuff.

Christine Everhart, Scott gagged when he heard her voice, said, “I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, but do you honestly expect us to believe that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared, despite the fact that you--”

Tony interrupted her, “I know that it's confusing. It is one thing to question the official story, and another thing entirely to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I'm a superhero.” Scott raised an eyebrow at that.

Everhart interrupted him in turn, “I never said you were a superhero.”

“Didn't? Well, good, because that would be outlandish and…fantastic.” That made both of Scott’s eyebrows go skyhigh. “I'm just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public…”

Rhodey mumbled something in Tony’s ear, and Tony nodded in agreement. “Yeah, okay. Yeah. The truth is…”

Tony held the notecard in front of him and just stared at it. And Scott knew. He knew. He’d seen that look before, and he knew what it meant. And a part of him was surprised to find himself whispering under his breath, “Please don’t say it please don’t say it please don’t say it.”

“I am Iron Man.”

Both the news crew and all the inmates watching erupted into a cacophony of opinions and questions and exclamations.

All except one.

Scott Stark stared at his big brother’s image on the screen feeling…conflicted. Very conflicted. He wished he could say he felt proud of Tony in that moment, and if anybody asked him, he would say he felt proud then.

Don’t get him wrong. Scott is proud. He’s so very proud of his big brother and all he’s done and accomplished on a personal and professional level. He really couldn’t ask for a better big brother.

But in that moment? Two major emotions warred inside him.

The first was worry. It was Tony who was in that village fighting the Ten Rings. It was Tony getting shot at. It was Tony who put himself in danger to take care of innocent people. Tony climbed out of one warzone to throw himself into another.

And the second emotion? If Scott’s being 100% honest with himself, it was jealousy. Old, familiar jealousy that raised its ugly head for the first time in a long time, and to this day it shames him to recall how jealous he felt.

There were cruel, hateful people in his life who made being the second Stark son a crime, a shame, and he wasn’t worth much of a second glance if one at all, and jealousy was a struggle all his life.

He thought he overcame that a long time ago. He thought he was past all of that nonsense.

But now? He felt like the criminal Stark, the worthless second son who had no chance at all to stand out of the shadow of an armored superhero. 

#for the ant mun #ant mun #stxrksarc #iron mun #scott lang #ant-man #tony stark #iron man #blood brothers #blood brothers au #I had to edit this so it could fit in one post #ant man #antman

[sacred-andthe-propane]

carmela in sopranos is just SUCH an amazing character. she breaks the whole mob wives have no agency and blindly follow their husbands stereotype in so many ways and it’s beautiful. SHE takes the house when they split and SHE decides that they get back together. like yeah she doesn’t have complete control over her life, as she couldn’t legally divorce tony bc lawyers didn’t want to deal with tony, but she still takes control of what she can. her ownership of the house during the split almost seems like a twist on the whole women belong in the house idea bc she ends up keeping the house and controlling it. even if the house IS where the majority of her power stems from, it’s no small thing. i’m not saying sopranos is a feminist show by any stretch but MAN does it say interesting things about gender and power

#sopranos #carmela soprano #analysis no one asked for

[darth-caillic]

Black Sheep (Gilmore Girls) - OC Masterlist

Riana Gilmore

Faceclaim: Mary Elizabeth Winstead

Love Interest/s: Undecided (possibly Jaya Dell)

Nicknames: 

Little Lorelai

The Other One

George (Jess)

Kiddo (Christopher)

Occupations:

Student at Stars Hollow High School

Waitress at Luke’s Diner

Art/Photography student at NYU

Alumni at Stars Hollow High School

Alumni at NYU

Freelance Commission Photographer 

Photography Consultant

Victoria ‘Riana’ Gilmore is the second daughter of Lorelai Gilmore and Christopher Hayden, and the twin sister of Rory Gilmore. She was raised in Stars Hollow and moved to New York at 18 to attend NYU.

Joey Watson

Faceclaim: Joe Keery

Love Interest/s: N/A

Nicknames: 

Joel

Barry 

Lenny (Jess)

Occupations:

Student at Stars Hollow High School

Theater student at Yale

Alumni at Stars Hollow High School

Alumni at Yale

Actor

Comedian

Joey Watson is the only son of Frank and Marianne Watson. His parents divorced when he was a toddler and Joey was raised by his mother and her partner, Wilma Robinson. After graduating high-school he studied theater at Yale.

Jacqueline ‘Jaya’ Dell

Faceclaim: Alia Shawkat

Love Interest/s: Riana Gilmore

Nicknames: 

JJ

Occupations:

Student at Stars Hollow High School

Vet student at NYU

Alumni at Stars Hollow High School

Alumni at NYU

Veterinarian 

Jacqueline ‘Jaya’ Dell is the only daughter of Morey Dell and the step daughter of Babette. She and Morey moved to Stars Hollow after Morey married Babette. When she turned 18 she moved in with another aunt in New York to study veterinary at NYU.

Lewis Bailey Jr

Faceclaim: Alfred Enoch

Love Interest/s: Andy Doose

Nicknames: 

Lew

Mr Lawyer Man

Occupations:

Student at Stars Hollow High School

Alumni at Stars Hollow High School

Lawyer

Lewis Bailey is the oldest son of Franie and Lewis Bailey. He become the top student in Riana’s grade at Stars Hollow High School after Rory started attending Clinton.

Andy Doose

Faceclaim: Thomas Mann

Love Interest/s: Lewis Bailey

Nicknames: 

Tony Hawk

Sweet Child

Occupations:

Student at Stars Hollow High School

Alumni at Stars Hollow High School

Competitive Skater

Andrew Doose in the nephew of Taylor Doose (a fact he is not proud of). He’s often called a hooligan despite his politeness. 

#gilmore girls #updated oc masterlist #ocappreciation

[rockislandadultreads]

Book Recs: Feline Reads

Mimi Lee Gets a Clue by Jennifer J. Chow

Mimi Lee hoped to give Los Angeles animal lovers something to talk about with her pet grooming shop, Hollywoof. She never imagined that the first cat she said hello to would talk back or be quite so, well, catty - especially about those disastrous dates Mimi's mother keeps setting up. When Marshmallow exposes local breeder Russ Nolan for mistreating Chihuahuas, Mimi steals some of her cat's attitude to tell Russ off. The next day the police show up at Hollywoof. Russ has been found dead, and Mimi's shouting match with him has secured her top billing as the main suspect. Hoping to clear her name and save the pups Russ left behind, Mimi enlists help from her dreamy lawyer neighbor Josh. But even with Josh on board, it'll take Mimi and Marshmallow a lot of sleuthing and more than a little sass to get back to the pet-grooming life - and off the murder scene.

This is the first volume in the “A Sassy Cat Mystery” series. 

Lawyer for the Cat by Lee Robinson

Sally Baynard is one of the best lawyers around. In the years since her divorce from Family Court Judge Joe Baynard, she dedicated herself to representing the worst and craziest Charleston, S.C. had to offer. But none of the murderers, burglars, or angry divorcing clients compared to Sherman, the dog her ex-husband appointed her to represent. Although the miniature Schnauzer found his way into her heart (and brought his handsome vet Tony along too), his case was a thorny one. With that business out of the way, Sally is happy to move back to non-canine clients... until a probate judge asks her about a cat. Agreeing to represent Beatrice, a black cat who's the beneficiary of a multi-million dollar trust and a plantation, Sally must put her wit, charm, and brains to the test, choosing among three colorful potential caregivers while dodging the former owner's angry son. Meanwhile, Sally must juggle the demands of the court with those of her aging mother and make a decision about Tony, who wants to get more serious. Lawyer for the Cat is Southern women's fiction at its most delightful, featuring strong, smart characters, a charming setting, and plenty of adorable critters.

This is the second volume in the “Sally Baynard” series. 

Probable Claws by Rita Mae Brown

With the New Year just around the corner, winter has transformed the cozy Blue Ridge Mountain community of Crozet, Virginia, into a living snow globe. It’s the perfect setting for Mary Minor “Harry” Haristeen to build a new work shed designed by her dear friend, local architect Gary Gardner. But the natural serenity is shattered when out of the blue, right in front of Harry and Deputy Cynthia Cooper, and in broad daylight, Gary is shot to death by a masked motorcyclist. Outraged by the brazen murder, Harry begins to burrow into her friend’s past - and unearths a pattern of destructive greed reaching far back into Virginia’s post-Revolutionary history. When Harry finds incriminating evidence, the killer strikes again. Heedless of her own safety, Harry follows a trail of clues to a construction site in Richmond, where the discovery of mysterious remains has recently halted work. Aided as always by her loyal, if opinionated, companions, crime-solving cats Mrs. Murphy and Pewter, and Tee Tucker the Corgi, Harry hunts for a link between the decades-old dead, the recently violently deceased - and ancient secrets that underlie everything. And while other deaths are narrowly averted in a flurry of fur, the killer remains at large - ever more desperate and dangerous. The deep-rooted legacy of corruption that’s been exposed can never be buried again. But if Harry keeps pursuing the terrible truth, she may be digging her own grave.

This is the 27th volume in the “Mrs. Murphy” series.

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sōsuke Natsukawa

Bookish high school student Rintaro Natsuki is about to close the secondhand bookstore he inherited from his beloved bookworm grandfather. Then, a talking cat named Tiger appears with an unusual request. The feline asks for - or rather, demands - the teenager’s help in saving books with him. The world is full of lonely books left unread and unloved, and Tiger and Rintaro must liberate them from their neglectful owners.

Their mission sends this odd couple on an amazing journey, where they enter different mazes to set books free. Through their travels, Tiger and Rintaro meet a man who leaves his books to perish on a bookshelf, an unwitting book torturer who cuts the pages of books into snippets to help people speed read, and a publishing drone who only wants to create bestsellers. Their adventures culminate in one final, unforgettable challenge - the last maze that awaits leads Rintaro down a realm only the bravest dare enter...

#fiction #cat books #cat reads #animal fiction #TBR pile #to read #tbr #book recs #book recommendations #reading recs #reading recommendations #library books #felines #booklr #book tumblr

[catinfroghat]

Tom doing a tony soprano and snapping up all the best divorce lawyers first -_- I'll kill him

#tony literally did that like. #succession #succession spoilers