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Let’s Go Home

Stripper Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff.

Summary: Wanda was a teen mom so she had to find a job to provide for the twins since their father disappeared from her life before they were born. So she did the only job she was qualified for. Although during one of her trips to the grocery store, she met a woman, someone who she never realised would become a constant in her life. Although she was afraid to reveal her career to Y/N, she finds out when she is dragged out to a strip club by her friends.

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Word Count: 2.6k

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff had struggled throughout the last years of her teens and her early twenties. The twins are now 7 years old and she manages to keep a small two bedroom apartment over their heads. She never received much financial help from her parents, other than her mom sneaking her some groceries or new clothes for the three of them.

What she never thought that her life would change the moment she stepped into her local grocery store, bumping into a woman, slightly taller than herself.

“I’m so sorry.” Wanda apologised as her cheeks flushed a deep red in embarrassment.

“It’s ok.” The mysterious woman smiled at her. “My eggs aren’t broken so my sister won’t have my head just yet.” She joked with a smirk.

“I.” Wanda was lost for words as she looked into the mysterious woman’s eyes, only just noticing that she wore dress pants, shirt and a leather jacket.

“I’ll see you around sweets.” She said as she walked past her, Wanda’s eyes followed her as she also picked out the box of mac n cheese and hot sauce before heading towards the check out. Once Y/N had left the building, Wanda let out a breath as she soon carried on with her own shopping before her brother dropped the twins off.

As the days went by, she couldn’t get the mysterious woman out of her mind. Her eyes had imprinted into her memory. It wasn’t until weeks later that she met her again, but at a family gathering to celebrate her brother’s engagement.

“Hey you.” She spoke as she stood beside Wanda at the buffet table. “I never thought I would see you again.”

“Well, I am a hard woman to find.” Wanda played along as Y/N smirked, pressing her lips together as she thought of a remark.

“Well, I never thought I would see you here at my colleague’s engagement.” She smirked as Wanda turned to face her.

“So, you work with my twin?” Wanda asked as Y/N nodded.

“Yes, we are currently working on a project together.” She leaned in before continuing. “It’s top secret.” Wanda’s hairs stood on the back of her neck as a blush started to creep up her face. “I’m Y/N Belova.”

“Wanda Maximoff.” She shook Y/N’s hand as the two soon started to fall into easy conversation. As the night soon came to a close and everyone started to disperse. Y/N congratulated the newly engaged couple before approaching Wanda.

“Is it too forward if I say you were the most stunning woman here tonight.” Y/N spoke as she brushed some of Wanda’s hair behind her ear, her twin and his fiancèe watching the whole interaction with smirks on their faces. “Can I maybe get your number, you know so we can maybe meet up again. Just us?”

“Yeah.” Wanda stuttered as she took Y/N’s phone from her, entering her number and saving it before Y/N kissed her cheek before bidding goodbye.

“So?” Pietro teased as Wanda swatted his arm.

“The guest room is set up for you Wanda.” Monica told her. “The twins are already asleep in their cots.” Wanda thanked the two before joining her two 7 year old boys. Smiling as they slept cuddling their plushies before she turned over herself.

The first date went by smoothly, her parents had the twins while Y/N had opted to take her to a chinese restaurant downtown.

“So, what about you?” Y/N asked Wanda. “You know a lot about me now, let me know who you are.”

“Well, I work in a bar.” Wanda spoke coyly, not really giving her real occupation. “I also have two 7 year old boys.”

“Really?” She asked her, with a shocked expression on her face.

“I understand if you don’t want to take this further.” Wanda started to gather her things before Y/N stopped her movements.

“I never said that.” She spoke sincerely. “I was shocked because we are the same age and you must have been 17 at the time of their birth.” Wanda sat playing with her fingers nervously. “All I am saying is I don’t care if you have children, I just want to be able to take you out, make you feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet, because well, you are.” Wanda chuckled lightly as Y/N smiled. “I want to see this through Wanda, maybe meet the twins when you’re ready of course.” Wanda nodded as the two finished the evening, with Wanda telling her about the twins, about how they’re polar opposites.

Their first kiss was shared on their third date, Y/N had opted to take Wanda on a pedal boat down the river, something which Wanda was weary about.

“I feel awful.” She whispered as Y/N looked at her curiously. “I can’t afford to treat you as you do me.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“I enjoy treating you Wanda.” She told her honestly. “I want to treat you how I believe a woman should be treated, and I don’t care if you can’t return the favor because you being here with me, is all I ever want from you.”

“How is this not a dream?” She whispered as Y/N smiled at her.

“Well, the moment you answer my question, you will understand that this isn’t a dream.” Y/N smiled tenderly as she held her hand out for Wanda, helping her out of the boat and onto the dock. “Wanda Maximoff, will you be mine?”

“Yes.” She breathed as she stepped forward, kissing Y/N passionately as she wrapped her hands around her neck. They broke the kiss as the smiles on their faces grew, pressing their foreheads together.

“You make me so happy Wanda Maximoff.” Y/N whispered before Wanda pressed her lips to Y/N’s once more.

As Wanda needed more money, she had to take on more shifts at the club, leaving the twins with Agatha, her neighbour, but she also had to cancel on some dates that she and Y/N had arranged, just so she could make ends meet.

As the months went on, the two grew closer and their feelings grew deeper. Y/N knew before Wanda that she was in love with her. She wanted to tell her but every chance she had, she chickened out.

“Come on Y/N.” Maria smirked as she wrapped her arm around her best friend’s arm. “It’s my night!”

“I know.” Y/N smirked as Maria dragged her into the club, Sharon and Daisy behind them. “You are marrying my sister.”

“And you are my maid of honour.” Maria smirked as Y/N nodded. Groaning as she realised the club they had entered. “Come on, I deserve this. I am going to be with Nat for the rest of our lives.” She pleaded as her eyes caught sight of one stripper walking by.

“Fine.” Y/N nodded as Maria dragged her to the bar, buying their drinks before taking a seat in front of the main stage.

“Now please welcome our very own Scarlet!” A voice sounded over the music, everyone’s eyes on the curtains as a woman in a red lace lingerie walked towards the pole in the center of the stage.

They watched as she moved to the music, doing her routine before Maria nudged Y/N’s arm.

“Is that?” She questioned as Y/N’s eyes met Wanda’s.

“Wanda.” She whispered as she moved away from the stage, taking her glass with her and downing it before heading towards the bar, taking a seat in a vacant stool.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t know she worked here.” Maria apologised as Y/N waved her off.

“Neither did I.” Y/N spoke bitterly as she spotted Wanda approaching her.

“Y/N, can we talk after my shift?” Wanda asked as Y/N clenched her jaw, watching how most of the men had their eyes on her half naked form.

“Sure.” She finished another drink before asking for a refill. “I’ll be here.”

“I think you should stop Y/N.” Maria told her as she took the drink away from her.

“What time do you get off?” Y/N asked her as Wanda looked at the clock behind the bar.

“Two hours.” She answered as Y/N nodded, pursing her lips as she stood up.

“I’ll be outside.” She told her before leaving the bar, Wanda’s eyes watching as she disappeared. Maria went back to the others as Wanda finished her shift before collecting her tips at the end. Heading out to see Y/N sat on the curb, the rain pouring down as Wanda approached her.

“Let’s get you home.” Wanda whispered as Y/N took her hand, the two headed towards Y/N’s apartment before Y/N let go of her hand, only five blocks away from her apartment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a stripper?” Y/N asked her, pain in her eyes. “Do you not trust me enough to tell me?”

“No.” Wanda told her. “Of course I trust you, I trust you with my life and Billy and Tommy’s lives.”

“Then why did you lie to me?” She asked her, the rain pouring down heavier as Wanda sighed.

“I was ashamed.” She answered her. “I thought that if you found out about my job, you would think less of me. You would think I’m a whore.” Y/N shook her head as Wanda chuckled, moving her hair out of her face. “It’s what everyone thinks, my father thinks that of me without the whole stripper job because I got pregnant and had the twins at 17. I never graduated high school, never went to college or even had a job while in high school. It was all I could get to be able to put a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs and clothes on our backs. I try to put money away for the twins' college funds and that isn’t working very well.”

“Wanda.” Y/N whispered as she stepped closer, her hands reaching out as Wanda slapped them away.

“Just say it.” Wanda spoke shakily. “Just say that it’s over and we can’t see each other. Just do it.”

“No.” Y/N shook her head as she took Wanda’s face in her hands. “I never want to say goodbye to you.” A small smile formed on her face. “I love you Wanda. I am so in love with you that not having you in my life hurts me. It physically hurts me.” Wanda listened as she spoke. “I think you are the strongest woman I have ever met in my life. You have raised two wonderful boys on your own. You have provided them with everything they need and more. You did all of that while working a job that not many people would take.” She gazed into Wanda’s eyes. “And that is pretty fucking amazing to me.”

Wanda pressed her lips to Y/N’s in a passionate kiss, her hands holding onto Y/N’s wrists as they pulled away. The two panting as Y/N spoke.

“Let’s go home.” She whispered as Wanda nodded, Y/N taking her hand as they practically ran to her apartment. Once the door was closed, Wanda started to remove her jacket before she pulled Y/N in for a searing kiss. Gripping onto the collar of Y/N’s jacket before she pushed off of her, leading her way towards Y/N’s bedroom. Pulling away completely as she pulled her own top over her head, revealing a different bra to what Y/N had witnessed her in, Y/N stepped closer as Wanda’s hands reached behind her back, unclasping her bra before Y/N’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against her.

Caressing her face as she brushed the wet hairs away from her face, soon moving her thumb to softly graze Wanda’s already swollen lips. Watching as Wanda opened her mouth to take Y/N’s thumb, sucking on it as she started to unbutton Y/N’s shirt. Slipping it off before she bit onto Y/N’s thumb.

Y/N watched as Wanda swapped places, pushing Y/N onto the bed, leaning up on her elbows as she watched Wanda finish stripping until she stood bare. Sighing as Wanda straddled her lap, her chest brushing against Y/N’s as she leaned in to kiss her fiercely. Y/N’s hands gripped into Wanda’s flesh, keeping her close to her as she pushed her tongue through Wanda’s lips, making her moan as their tongues danced together.

“Ride my face.” Y/N whispered as they pulled away slightly.

“What?” Wanda asked unsurly.

“I said.” Y/N husked out. “Ride. My. Face.”

Wanda didn’t hesitate in moving so her aching core was lined with Y/N’s face. Y/N’s hands holding onto Wanda’s thighs as she lowered herself down, sighing at the contact as Y/N’s tongue ran through her folds. Gasping as Y/N’s teeth grazed her clit before thrusting her tongue into her hole. Wanda gripped the headboard as she thrust her hips, Y/N’s nose hitting her clit the right way as Y/N pulled her down more.

“I’m so close.” Wanda whispered followed by a guttural moan as Y/N pulled her closer, her tongue going deeper than before, soon sending her over the edge. Her thighs clenching as Y/N lapped up every drop before Wanda moved from her. A sigh leaving her lips as she lay beside Y/N, watching as she moved to get something from her closet before stripping.

“Are you ok my love?” She asked Wanda as she hovered above her, their skin ghosting over Wanda’s.

“Yes.” She breathed out as she looked up into Y/N’s eyes. Her arms wrapped around Y/N’s neck, pulling her down and kissing her hard, their tongues dancing as Wanda gasped, feeling the strap run through her folds as Y/N rolled her hips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” She reassured the woman beneath her. Slowly insert the silicone toy, inch by inch until it was all inside. Wanda’s legs wrapped around Y/N’s waist as she started to thrust her hips lightly. Swallowing Wanda’s moans as their kisses became none existent. Their hips moving together as Wanda kept Y/N’s body flush against her own.

“Fuck.” She gasped as Y/N lifted her legs, throwing them over her shoulder, hitting her at a different angle, making her mewl at the new position,clenching around the toy as she could feel herself getting closer. “I’m so close.” She screamed as Y/N moved to capture her lips in a rough kiss, the two moaning as their nipples brushed together. Wanda’s legs soon trembled as she came, screaming Y/N’s name as she slowed her movements, helping Wanda ride out her high.

“I love you.” Y/N whispered as she caressed Wanda’s cheek, a smile on her face as she admired the woman below her.

“I love you more.” Wanda whispered before kissing Y/N softly, both were finally happy with their lives, having confessed their feelings for the other, despite their fears and insecurities.

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR TWELVE

in which you grapple with new emotions of nothing, eddie makes a few bad jokes, and honesty becomes an illusion again.

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 3.8k+

→ a/n: half way point, folks! sorry this one is shorter. blame eddie?

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12:00 ────────ㅇ───────── 24:00

JOHNNY BOY: No photo, no money, right?

ARGYLE 😎: learn some patience broski

JOHNNY BOY: It's been an hour and they aren’t answering. They haven’t said anything. I want my money.

DINGUS: why the fuck are you guys blowing up the chat right now? someone better be dead.

ARGYLE 😎: the lovers haven’t sent their hourly update.

ARGYLE 😎: maybe they are dead. killed each other with passion.

JOHNNY BOY: So what are we buying with that spare 1k, guys?

BIRDIE: oh fuck please tell me they aren’t dead

BIRDIE: did they seriously kill each other? do i need to facetime them?

DINGUS: @BIRDIE honestly, for once, you have a good idea. facetime them. i would call but… something tells me i need to back off for a while.

JOHNNY BOY: I take it you remembered that night at the bar?

DINGUS: oh fuck off (yes. i did.)

BIRDIE: i’m facetiming them now.

DINGUS: great. i’m going back to bed.

JOHNNY BOY: I think I’m going to buy a new camera with my cut of the money personally.

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HOUR TWELVE - 3:00 AM

One of you should have moved.

It could have been minutes, hours, decades later. The concept of time is completely lost on you as you focus on the weight of Eddie lying over you. He’s half draped across your back, bare chest sinking into your exposed skin, throwing the brunt of his weight in the sliver of cushion available to him beside you. His softening cock is still inside of you, the warmth of him is encasing you from the inside out. You match each deep inhale of his with your own, exhaling on the same silent beat. An unspoken moment of synchronicity, letting the weight of the decisions just made truly crawl beneath both of your skins.

I hate you.

Good, then this changes nothing.

You wondered if he tasted the sour of his lie in the heat of the moment. You wondered if it was just as metallic on his tongue as it had been on your own.

One of you should have moved. But it takes the realization of your incapability to truly hate Eddie Munson as you should and the twitch of your body that follows to rouse Eddie.

“Fuck,” he sighs out, finally pulling out, turning to fully fit his body onto the couch rather than on top of you. You dangle a leg and arm over the edge of the sofa, keeping your cheek pressed to rough fabric and your eyes turned from him as you bite your tongue.

A million words you want to say in the clarity, all lost and slipping between your fingers with time.

I lied. I don’t hate you. This meant everything. This changes everything. I don’t hate you.

“Fuck is right,” you settle on murmuring instead. There’s nothing you can say now that can change what’s transpired. It’s over, it’s done with. Rather than staying stuck in the past still in your rearview mirror, you need to focus on the road laid out ahead of you two.

The two of you lay like that for even longer than you had the previous position, shifting here and there until you both fit comfortably on the lumpy cushions. Side by side, almost spooning, but space left between you. You don’t think Eddie even realizes his hand is grazing soft circles over your thigh, moving on its own accord and sending shivers of comfort down your spine.

Is the road ahead of you two even paved?

“What now?” he suddenly asks, breaking the silence you two had been reveling in. You had been in your own head, and you wonder for a moment if he had been as well. You can’t find it in yourself to glance over your shoulder and look at him, to solve the mystery on your own, instead clinging to those grazes of his fingertips still skimming your thigh.

With an exhausted sigh, you zero in your focus across the room, looking at the clock on the shelves, “I don’t know. It’s already three in the morning, so-”

“Oh, fuck.”

“What?”

“It’s fucking three,” Eddie is shooting up from behind you quickly, “We never sent a fucking picture.”

You understand his panic immediate, realization settling as he springs off of the couch, echoing his words with sincerity, “Oh, fuck.”

In any other scenario, it would have been comical to see a nude Eddie panicked and rushing about his apartment living room. To see him disposing of the condom, to see him struggling to pull back on his sweats and t-shirt before he’s disappearing into his bathroom and emerging seconds later with a blushing face and a wet rag.

He returns to you in an instant, murmuring the world’s softest apology before he swipes the cold cloth over your sore cunt, making you hiss out in surprise.

“What the Hell-”

“I said I was sorry!” he defends, tossing the rag to the floor before he’s grabbing your clothes, his clothes technically, and handing them over to you, “Figured you’d want to be dressed before we send the photo.”

“I-” you stare at the clothes with a contorted face, still trying to brush off the exhaustion that came with the sudden change in atmosphere. You hadn’t even gotten to maneuver the aftermath of it all, pilferage the rubble and bring up the possible path-not-yet-road that you two had to face going forward.

What did this mean for you two now? What did this mean for the remaining twelve hours?

Nothing, you suppose. Maybe you don’t need to ask those questions, because Eddie already answered them for you. It changes nothing.

“Thanks,” you numbly say and take the clothes from him. He grabs your phone off the floor as you shrug the clothing back on.

What the fuck were you expecting?

It was a one time ordeal. It was just a quick fix to get it out of both your systems. Just because you were needy, because you were craving a conversation about it all, didn’t mean Eddie was. There was no difference here between what transpired between the two of you and some random hookup. No feelings, no strings attached. The only difference was the obligation to spend another twelve hours together, if your friends hadn’t already decided their altruistic grace periods had hit their limits.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie grumbles, looking over your plethora of notifications, “Fifty fucking texts. Seven missed calls. We’re fucked,” When you let out a sharp laugh, he looks up from the screen at you, furrowing his brows, “What’s so funny?”

“Can you imagine making it halfway only to fuck up because we were getting along too well?” you snort, unable to help yourself. Twelve hours. You two had managed what already felt impossible, only to screw it all up because you two couldn’t keep it in your pants. Maybe if you admitted that to your friends, they would let the bet continue. You can already imagine Robin’s yips of glee at the prospect.

Eddie’s worrisome look begins to crack, the corners of his mouth twitching, “I… That would… suck.”

His voice is wavering, barely able to keep it together and withhold his own amusement as you beckon for him to hand over the phone, both of you sitting back on the couch, thighs pressed together.

“Suck is one way to put it,” you giggle, barely glancing at the missed notifications, “Seriously. We made it this far. And it’s not like we weren’t together… We were. A little too literally.”

If this is the closest you two come to talking about it, you can handle that.

Eddie finally barks out a laugh, “Yeah. Maybe we took the bet too literally.”

“Just a little bit,” you shimmy a shoulder against his, forcing all laughter and smiles and drowning out any worries that continued to persist in your chest. Now wasn’t the time. This was enough. You can handle it.

Your phone lights up with a Facetime call, making both of you jump.

Robin.

“Oh, no,” you groan, eyes pinching shut.

“It could be worse,” Eddie notes, leaning into your space. His side presses into yours and it makes you want to die, “At least it’s just Buckley.”

You shake your head, ignoring the burn he ignites in you with every slight touch still, grumbling, “Right, it’s just Buckley.”

The two of you had sex. It should be out of your system. There was no need to continue to feel goosebumps raise when his shoulder knocked yours, when his knee slotted up against yours. It has to be out of your system.

You swipe your thumb to answer the call against your better judgment.

“Oh my God, you two idiots are alive! I swear to God, we thought you two killed each other! I almost had to go across the hall and have Steve predial for the cops if you two didn’t answer, I-”

Robin’s rambling begins without so much as a hello. She’s speaking a mile a minute, taking no breaks, no pauses, no breaths, as you stare blankly at the screen where she’s half hidden in the shadows of her dark room.

“Jesus,” Eddie whispers, eyebrows raising. You watch him through the screen, afraid to turn your actual face towards him. You don’t trust yourself. It should be out of your system, but it isn’t. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone talk so fast-”

“Fuck off, Munson,” despite Eddie’s effort to keep his voice low, Robin picks up on his words mid-rant, “My point is, we were worried. Why didn’t you send your photo or answer any calls?”

“We forgot,” you supply lamely. You catch Eddie’s fight against a smirk as he coughs over the beginnings of a scoff, and immediately shoot your elbow that’s out of frame into his side.

Robin narrows her eyes at the screen, “You just forgot? How? No offense, but I can’t see you two getting distracted, especially with each other. We’ve all been under the assumption you just… sit on opposite sides of the room, and pretend the other doesn’t exist.”

Eddie coughs again, followed by a grunt from another pierce of your elbow.

“Have you considered that we might have been sleeping?”

“You don’t look like you’ve been sleeping.”

“I’m so glad that you’re all-knowing, Buckley,” Eddie says as he composes himself, “Where would we be without a sleep expert?”

You finally turn your head to glare at him face-to-face rather than through the screen, trying to warn him to back off. Robin could go hours in the ring with Eddie, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to listen to the two banter off each other. He meets your warning gaze with wide eyes, almost as innocent as a child caught in the act. You can’t even stay mad at him – the moment those autumn brown eyes meet yours, soft and gooey and terribly laced with tempting gold, you’ve melted for him. All your defenses fall.

You need to talk about it. You need to know if he means it.

“What does that even mean?” You ask as you slowly turn your head away from Eddie, “What exactly are we supposed to look like after sleeping?”

“I don’t know. Messy hair, squinty eyes, maybe some dried drool and appearing more… more… caught off guard?” Robin rattles off her list as she stares at them through the screen, shifting around from where it looks like she’s laying in bed, “Actually, now that I’m saying all this outloud, maybe you guys were sleeping,” you and Eddie freeze up in sync. Technically, you two could pass off as the Facetime being a rude awakening in your mutual dishevelment – both your hair and Eddie’s was messy as could be, shirts looking to be twisted from putting them on so carelessly. Hell, at your own detrimental embarrassment, you bet Robin would spot dried drool on your face if she looked close enough. Just not for the reasons she would believe, “Shit, yeah, okay. I believe you guys. You were sleeping. Our bad.”

Just as you sigh in relief, Eddie’s face blooms with a wicked grin.

“That or we were fucking.”

It comes to your attention now that it is very hard to decipher when Eddie is joking. You wonder just how many times you had misinterpreted his sarcasm, how many times he had said a blatant truth only for you to take it for a grain of salt.

Most of all, you wonder if Robin catches your distress at him actually exposing you two. You don’t even have it in you to shove your elbow especially painfully into his side this time, completely dismayed and unsure of what to say.

She doesn’t catch it. She only snorts, rolling her eyes, “Right. Of course – or that.”

You’re still unable to respond as Eddie continues to grin, laughing along with Robin, including her in an inside joke she had no idea of her involvement in. She has no idea.

Because you guys were fucking. You’d had sex with Eddie, let him use you and throw you around like a goddamn rag doll. And now, here he was, so casually joining around with your mutual friend about it as if it were some absurd dream. Some stupid joke, some unreasonable thought of something that could never possibly happen.

“Okay, well I’ll let you guys go back to bed-”

“Or jumping each other’s bones,” Eddie interrupts Robin.

She makes an exaggerated gagging noise, though the corners of her mouth are pulled up in a smile, before continuing, “And I’ll let everyone know we probably won’t get an update for the next hour. Just… don’t kill each other, alright? Who knows, maybe you guys can even become friends?”

You wait for Eddie to take the punch line of something along the lines of being friends with benefits, to make a spectacle yet again of what had just transpired to an unsuspecting Robin.

It meant nothing to him. It was all a joke to him.

“See ya, Robs,” you offer weakly, numbly, hardly able to raise a hand to wave her off. You know that to her, this is just a symptom of fatigue. The type of tired solved by crawling back into bed and sleeping it off. She’s not worried; she even grins wider as she says her final goodbyes to you and Eddie before the call ends.

Eddie knows better than Robin.

He waits a few seconds after the call has ended and his apartment has fallen silent again, watching your slow movements as you sit your phone down on the arm of the couch.

You lied to yourself, clearly. This incessant ache in you, this question that has begun to run laps in your mind, will never be satiated or sedated through joking discussions of what happened. You can’t pretend like your hips won’t carry invisible scars for the rest of your days from where Eddie’s hands scorned you, you can’t forget how his lips fit against yours in a movement easier than breathing. Kissing him, holding him, filling him had been more effortless than filling your lungs with the air necessary for survival. And you hadn’t caught onto it in the moment, hadn’t recognized your mistake and stopped this train from running off its tracks quicker than you could handle.

That’s all it was. A trainwreck. You and Eddie were a trainwreck, and the only casual so far it seemed was you.

An explosion. A glass wall. A tormented ocean. Every single transaction between you and him ended with you wounded, never him.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks when you suddenly stand from the couch, not really sure of where you were going to go but no longer capable of just sitting and thinking, pondering, drowning.

“Fine,” you curtly reply, deciding the kitchen might be a good place to start. Get a glass of water, gulp it down instead of false hope or fake niceties Eddie was probably going to shower you with now.

Or maybe there would be no face niceties. Maybe he’d go back to being cruel, and in that, not realize he was being kind to you and your heart that had grown too heavy over the last twelve hours.

“You don’t look fine,” he persists, and follows you. It nearly sparks irritation. But of all the emotions rushing through you right now, you don’t have the energy to spare for petty irritation.

“Then stop looking,” you sigh as your eyes trace over his cabinets, trying to remember which one holds his glasses. He gets too close too fast, coming up behind you and opening one of the cabinets as if he was reading your mind. A collection of mugs, plastic cups, and crystal glasses alike line the shelves. You focus on them rather than him.

“What’s wrong?” he insists, actually starting to get on your nerves now.

You didn’t want to tell him what’s wrong, because it was stupid. The most predictable cliche has come to fruition, and you only have yourself to blame. The anger he’s assuming is his fault is just misdirected. You just needed to get your emotions under control – if you could accomplish that, you could survive these last few hours.

“It’s nothing,” you push back, finally looking at him. You worry for a second that you might be teary eyed, but you know better. Your corneas burn, everything aches, but your vision is clear as day. He’s clear as day, and it makes the ache all the more unbearable, “I’ll get over it.”

You’re not supposed to want him this way. You’re supposed to hate him.

He stiffens, “Get over what?”

“It.”

“I-” he stammers at your vague response, mouth pressing into a harsh line as his eyes narrow, “Jesus Christ, how are you still this fucking stubborn? After everything that’s happened tonight? After everything that happened in the last hour?”

“I’m not stubb-” you fruitlessly try to correct, but he bulldozes on without listening.

“I thought after I had been balls deep in you, maybe we had made some progress – maybe we could be friends-”

“Are you fucking joking?” you scoff, trying to properly process the sentence he’d just said and not get hung up on him using the phrase balls deep, “I- No, okay? Sex doesn’t mean friendship, Eddie. That’s not how this works.”

“Then how does it work?” if you were stupid, you’d assume he was begging, “Please enlighten me. How do I get you to trust me?”

“Why do you need my trust so badly?” you snark back. Misdirected anger, and he’d put himself directly in the line of fire, “Why do you want that of me so goddamn badly when it’s clear that after tonight, we’ll pretend all of this never existed?”

He steps back as if you slapped him. As if he hadn’t been the one just making a mockery of whatever was happening between the two of you.

“You said it yourself,” you continue to ramble, waving around a previously fisted hand, “It changes nothing. And it’s not your problem that I struggle with that. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at myself – there’s a difference.”

“It doesn’t feel like there’s a difference,” Eddie immediately snaps, “You’re mad because I said… I said that? Because I said your words back to you? Because if you can recall correctly, sweetheart, you’re the one that said it all means nothing first.”

The misdirected anger is starting to feel perfectly directly with each word that leaves his mouth, “Because you asked me if it all meant nothing first. They’re still your words, not mine!”

“I only asked that because you’ve made it very clear that you enjoy hating me.”

“You think I enjoy this?” your voice breaks with emotion, taking a step closer to him. Your toes brush his, “You think I enjoy all this fighting with you? You think I enjoy seeing you act like it’s painful to be in a room with me for more than a few seconds at a time?”

His hardening gaze, his hands twitching at his sides, the lilt of his mouth as the corner folds downward. Now that you’ve tasted him, you could never erase yourself of him.

“You really want to know what I think?” he’s not screaming like he should be. The two of you should be shouting to the ceilings, screaming until the surrounding neighbors could hear you. You want to yell until your lungs give out and noise complaints have been filed, but he’s not having it. He’s quiet as he takes the next step closer. His head dips in closer to yours, lips nearing the shell of your ear, “Do you truly want to know what I think about all of this?”

“Yes,” you whimper out, the need for yelling being swallowed down for the time being, “That’s all I want.”

It’s true. You don’t know if he can see it, the crack in your composure as you admit it, but it’s the truth. You want to see inside his mind, watch the mechanics ticking in real time. You need to know his every single thought and feeling so badly, your hands shake.

“I think,” his voice comes out as a husky whisper directly against your ear, chest just shy of brushing against yours, “you never really hated me, baby,” he pauses, and one of his hands come out to your hips, grabbing you and pulling you in closer to him, “I think, you just wanted me so badly, it made you into a dumb, angry slut.”

“You’re cocky,” you shakily laugh. You need to stop this. You need to push him away, save yourself.

You lean into his touch and silent commands, pressing up into him. Going as far as to stand up on your tip-toes so that your nose brushes against his neck.

“Am I?” he chuckles, and the sound shoots straight to your core.

You need to push him away. You need to put distance. You need to remember this means nothing.

“You asked me what I thought, sweetheart,” he goes to pull away, and you follow, “And I’m nothing if not an honest man.”

It means nothing. You can deal with your own ramifications tomorrow. You can work through the catastrophe relief come tomorrow afternoon, nurse away the heartbreak and sore disappointment.

You have him for one night. One night. To let him slip away from you is to waste it.

“Honest?” you try to scoff, but it comes out a breath against his skin, both hands now wrapping around your waist as he turns the two of you and cages you against the counter, “You… You can’t even honestly tell me why you hate me. You have to use some bullshit excuse.”

His hands rake down your sides before cupping beneath your thighs, lifting you to sit on the counter. He’s fucking smirking. Completely unaffected by your words.

“Would you like me to be honest now, doll?” he rasps, leaning back to take you in, “Or would you rather me eat that poor pussy right here, right now, on this counter?”

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The Man 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You stare at your phone. It can’t be. After everything else going wrong, you can’t deal with Floyd. It suddenly makes sense why he was messing around with your phone. Ew, he’s kind of a creep.

You don’t answer and put the phone away. Well. You have no money, you’re about to have no home, and your milk is spoiled. Don’t panic. You can figure this out. You’re an adult, aren’t you?

First, go to the bank. You need milk. Once you have a coffee, you’ll worry about the whole eviction thing. You leave the convenience store and open Maps to look for the nearest bank kiosk. Not too far, one block. At least you’re getting your steps in.

You follow the directions on screen and turn to cross the road. You’re so distracted, you forget to look both ways and nearly get hit by a gleaming bumper. You wave a head but don’t look up. You need to get to the bank.

You come up to the pulsing blue dot and glance around. Huh. You don’t see a bank. You turn around and face the ATM built into the side of the building. Oh goddang! You walked to a bank machine, not a bank. Is it you? Are you the problem?

You drop your shoulders. Alright. You’ll just try again. You scroll to the next location and spin around, nearly colliding with a new wall. Oh, not a wall, a person.

You look up at Mr. Henson as he watches you with a line between his brows. Somehow, you’re not very surrpised. This guy is everywhere. It’s almost like he has no hobbies.

“Oh, hi, sorry, excuse me, I’m just on my way to the bank--”

“Ah, running short? Need me to spot ya?” He raises his hand, showing a black credit card.

“Um... noooo,” you utter in confusion. The other day, you ran off after calling him names. You really don’t believe he’s changed his stripes. He’s still a snarling tiger getting ready to feast. “Thanks, but I--”

“Things are tight. Job market’s trash, housing isn’t any better, and those banks,” he whistles and puts his card away, “they like to fuck around, don’t they?”

You look at him, scrunching your face up.

“Y-yeah. Weirdly, I did just get a notice to...” your voice trails off. “Why are you bugging me?”

“Bugging you?” His brows pop up and he guffaws, “oh, sweet lips, you’re funny, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know few jokes but--”

“Think a little harder, cupcake,” he lowers his timber and stares at you.

You blink and wet your lips, pushing them together. Think about what?

“Look, about yesterday--”

“I’m talking about today,” he insists.

“Sure, uh...”

“Do I really need to spell this out for you?”

“Spell what out?” You cringe, clawing for some hint of what he means.

“Your bank card isn’t working, right?” He asks, you nod. “You’re getting evicted.” Another nod. “You have no job.”

You make a face, “yes, okay. Rub it in. Alright. I get it. You’re some important guy and I’m a loser. Don’t worry. You own this city but I think I’m on my way out.”

He sighs and presses his fingers flat on either side of his nose. He drops them and opens his eyes again, “it was me. I’m the reason you—Don't you understand what I can do to you? I got you fired, kicked out, and poor in one day. What else do you think I could do?”

Your chest hollows out and your stomach lurches. What? Him? He just doesn’t stop.

“Sir, what—why would you—I'm sorry I called you a meanie. I was upset and the coffee, I tried--” You sniffle and shudder out a half-sob, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, well, you shoulda shut those sweet lips and opened those ears, huh?” He grins, “look, cupcake, you’re not going anywhere. You try to run back to your family, I’ll find you. Your mom’s a good lady, you shouldn’t trouble her. She doesn’t make enough teaching brats to put up with another one.”

“My mom—how--”

He spins his finger in the air, “catch up, honey bun. Alright? This is it. I’ll lay it out real clear for you, right now. You have no money, no home, you have nothing. You are nothing.” He jabs his finger at you, “so, I can solve all your problems and make you something.”

You look around. There’s really no way out. He’s a psychopath. You think. You don’t really know the difference between that and sociopath.

“Are you like CIA or something?” You ask.

He scoffs and flinches, “oh man, you are something else. Really, each time you open that mouth, I’m blown away by the idiocy. Rather just get blown, you get it?”

You shake your head and pout.

“Look, I think we can sort this out, Floyd. Really, I’m really sorry and I understand now. I get it. You’re very important and I messed up. I’m nothing and I did everything wrong. And from the bottom of my heart, I apologise. So, can I please have my life back?” You say, “I think we’d both be happier if we just went on our way and never saw each other again.”

His eyes dart away and he stares into the distance. Exasperation wrinkles above his brow and he looks back to you, hands on his hips, “too late, buttercup. So, let me put it as plain as I can. You don’t get a choice. You belong to me now. Just like everything else in this city. You are mine.”

“You can’t... do that.”

“I am doing that,” he insists. “Another thing,” he raises his hand, showing his palm, “it’s Lloyd.” He emphasizes the consonants of his name, “Lloyd Hansen. You can call me sir or Mr. Hansen. Hell, if we’re getting frisky, you can call me daddy.”

“Ugh,” you groan in disgust and curl your lip.

“Ugh?” He mimick the noise, “I’m about to--” He shakes his hand and sucks in the end of his sentence, “fine. Show, don’t tell. Got it.”

You cry out as suddenly he lunges at you. He grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you forward down the sidewalk. He marches beside you as you writhe and paw at his large hand. You whimper, helpless as pedestrians move out of your path.

“Your mouth got you into trouble, now let’s see if it can get you out,” he growls.

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Friends? Never. Pt.22 (Ellie Williams x reader)

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SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

SMUT MDNI OR ILL BE YOUR SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON TONIGHT XOX

proofread kinda but this shit is like almost 9k words and i am tired so if there’s a mistake my apologies, will fix that tomorrow probs!

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“Fuck I am so tired. I’ve been twenty for three weeks and I swear I’m deteriorating already.”

“Ellie you are such a drama queen, you’re just tired because you actually ran laps with the group today.” Training with the group had been going well for the most part but watching Ellie come back breathless and rosy cheeked, though in better shape than the teenagers that followed after her, was the highlight for you.

“Can’t believe you made me do that.”

“You were being naughty and you know I don’t tolerate bad behaviour.”

“I smacked your ass once and none of them even saw. You are so mean to me.”

“Stop sulking, besides, would you have preferred to stay behind with Amber?”

“Okay fair enough, how was that by the way?” Your mind cast back to the memory of your altercation with Amber and left a sour taste in your mouth.

“Amber, can you stay behind please?”

“Why?” She snipped at you with a scowl.

“Because I said so.” You grit as Ellie stifles a laugh. Ellie had been on a mission today to annoy you as much as humanely possible, lovingly but still, she had succeeded. She had done so well that she was now jogging away with the other trainees after you banished her. When they had all been doing target practise she snuck up behind you and landed a harsh slap on your ass that was so loud it was almost audible over the repetitive gunfire. You yelped and rubbed at the sore skin while sneering at her as she laughed.

“Sorry babe, you know I love your ass too much to keep my hands off, you should’ve seen the way it jiggled.” She went to reach for it again but you slapped her hand away and huffed, only making her laugh more, you glanced at the group and when all of their heads remained facing away from you, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“You are such a little shit, you’re running laps with the others while I talk to Amber.”

“What?! No way.”

“Yes way, I’ve had enough of you today.”

“Oh come on babe don’t be like that.”

“Too late and if you don’t go, no sex for a month.”

“You’re joking.”

“Wanna fuck around and find out?” She huffed and called the rest of the group over to announce the badly received news of their impending laps around the town. You almost regretted your decision when you were left alone with Amber, her attitude making you want to throttle it out of her.

“I wanted to have a chat because I want to see what we can do to be better supporting you to get you up to standard for patrol.”

“Excuse me? Why are you only asking me?”

“This isn’t an attack Amber, this is for your safety but you aren’t progressing at the same rate as the others and I don’t want to see you fall behind.”

“You’re just picking on me because you have it out for me so don’t give me all of that caring bullshit because I see right through it.” She hissed, you bit your tongue and took a deep breath, desperately trying to keep your cool.

“Amber, your aim with a gun is nowhere near the standards of the others, you can’t hold your own in a fight even with one of the other girls, you struggle in the drills, you don’t understand tracking and you never know any of the answers to the questions we ask about survival tactics. I’m not picking on you, I’m stating a fact.” It was harsh but she needed to hear it. “I am willing, and so is Ellie, to put in extra hours with you to help but we can only help if you let us and stop being so stubborn.”

“I’ll do the extra hours with Ellie but I’m not spending anymore time with you than I have to.” You snickered at her comment, a wave of insecurity crashing over her features. You’d happily let Ellie take her for the extra training, you trusted her with your life but then Amber would be getting her way and you just weren’t willing to let that happen.

“Not gonna happen, nice try though.” You were going to leave it there but that eye roll and pout of her lip just sent you over the edge as you stormed over to her, closing the distance between you both. “Do you think I don’t notice your blatant flirting with my girlfriend? Do you think it’s going to get you anywhere? We live together, we have a child together, and when we go home together after training we laugh at your pathetic attempts on her. Stop being fucking delusional and get over yourself. I’m here to train you, not to be your friend so you either sort yourself out or I’ll tell Maria you’re not fit for patrol and she’ll find you some other boring job in Jackson.” She gulped and her eyes developed a glassy film. You had taken it too far but you were getting sick of her and she had just pushed you one too many times. “Now go home and come back tomorrow with a better fucking attitude because if you think I’m above kicking your ass you’re sorely mistaken. You saw how quick I took Harvey down, do you really think I wouldn’t crush you in a second?” She scowled at you before storming off, not quick enough that you didn’t see the fear in her eyes though.

“Ugh she’s just- it was as expected. We argued, I scared the shit out of her and she ran away with her tail between her legs, she’ll be the exact same tomorrow. Same shit, different day.”

“Damn, I don’t understand what her problem is.”

“I do, she doesn’t like me because of us and because I have a position of authority over her, she’s the weakest of the group and it makes her insecure and I’m the only one that will call her out on it.” You eye Ellie pointedly as she smiles sheepishly.

“I can take the next lecture, promise babe.”

“Eh she won’t even listen to you because she’ll be too busy ogling you.”

“Damn I’m feeling really objectified right now.”

“Oh shut up, you love it.”

“I only love the attention when it comes from you but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel good about myself.” She smiles smugly as she wraps an arm around your waist pulling you snug to her hip as she presses a kiss to your temple with a quiet chuckle.

“Who would’ve thought I’d be the scary one out of us?” You chuckle but it dies in your throat as she quirks an eyebrow at you as if your question was entirely absurd.

“Err everyone. You’re scary.”

“I am not!” You pinch her side and she squirms away from you with a hiss.

“You so are, it’s not a bad thing but you are terrifying. Do i need to remind you about you being a jailbird? My girlfriend is a convict, that’s scary, hot but scary.” You roll your eyes as the school comes into view and the bustle of parents awaiting their children is accompanied by the deafening squeals and yells of children bounding out of the gates like a stampede. You both stop and hold hands as you wait for Clem’s beaming face to come into view.

You crane your neck looking for the strawberry blonde locks until they catch your eye causing a smile to grace your features. Ellie had already released your hand to kneel down in preparation for Clem’s leap into her arms that had become customary when you would pick her up. You both exchange looks of concern when her face remains angled towards the floor and she trudges over to you both dragging her feet. You immediately move towards her and bend down in front of her as Ellie joins you seconds later, cupping her cheeks you angle her face to meet yours and the sight sends shockwaves through you. Her face was red and blotchy, the remnants of tears evident all over her cheeks but what struck you both more was the slightly raised red mark on her cheek that looked like the precursor of a bruise.

“Baby who did this to you?” Your voice was frantic as tears welled in your eyes at her sadness, it was the kind of sadness you hadn’t seen in her since the day you found her, the memory of that day cursed you and filled you with a rage you had never experienced before. She had been so excited for school this morning, it was show and tell and she had brought in a painting that her and Ellie had created with the watercolours you had gifted Ellie for her birthday, it was a replica of a polaroid taken on Ellie’s birthday of the three of you, Ellie holding Clem with her free arm around your waist as you all beamed at the camera. She had rushed you both out the door and practically skipped the whole way to school, babbling about how much she loved it and how interesting all her classes were and now she was sniffling and hurt, her entire demeanour oozing the pain she was in. You were so focused on the sorrow on her features you barely remembered asking her who caused her it until she answered you.

“T-Timmy.” Her voice was meek and quiet, the opposite of how it typically was as she sniffled and wiped at her eyes before wincing as she accidentally pressed on the welt forming underneath.

“What happened kiddo?” Ellie’s voice was calm, unlike yours but the scowl on her face gave her true feelings away.

“He made fun of me for having two mommies, so I told him he was ugly and smelly, because he is, then he hit me and pushed me in front of everyone. Please can we go home?” Every part of you wanted to chase Timmy and his parents down for what they had taught their child but Clem came first and she wanted to go home so that’s what you’d do.

Clem perked up quick enough, after dancing to her favourite record with you both and doing some painting with Ellie while you prepared dinner, she seemed almost normal again though it was clear what happened today was playing on her mind as she looked up from the table with glassy eyes.

“Why are people mean about you? I don’t understand, you’re the best mommies. Do they hate me?”

“Oh baby, no one hates you, you’re our perfect angel, don’t ever have thoughts like that, ever, okay?” Ellie was the first to speak as she noticed the slight gape of your mouth though you snapped back into action when Clem turned to you expectantly.

“Some people just don’t like that me and mama love each other. They don’t like that me and mama are young as well and we were so lucky to find you and make you a part of our family. They’re jealous and silly and I promise it’s nothing to do with you. I swear Timmy nor anyone is ever going to lay a finger on you again baby, some people are just silly and mean, do you understand?” She nods with a small smile before going back to eating as Ellie looks at you silently communicating the plan you knew you both had.

“Clemmy, I’ve gotta go out for a little bit but I promise I’ll be back in time to say goodnight, okay?” Ellie stands and presses a kiss to Clem’s forehead as she strokes the soft hair on her head.

“Okay Mama, I’ll miss you.”

“Oh you know I’ll always miss you more.” You stand and follow Ellie to the door kissing her sweetly before she ducks out leaving you and Clem to start her bedtime routine alone.

After her bath and three different books, Clem’s eyes were drooping and the yawn she tried and failed to hide was evident she’d be asleep soon. The sound of the door opening and closing let you relax and as Ellie walked in taking her place next to you at Clem’s bedside you smiled. She pressed a kiss to the girl's forehead. Clem cupped Ellie’s cheeks as she lazily opened her eyes smiling giddily, the love that was radiating from both of them warmed you, your heart sang, you could watch them forever and be perfectly happy with that. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t notice them both turning to face you.

“Can you both cuddle me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course baby.” Ellie climbed over Clem’s body as you laid down on the other side of her. Clem cuddles into your chest as Ellie wraps her arm over the both of you, pulling you both in tighter to her. As Clem’s breathing slowed, you lifted your head slightly to look at Ellie who had been gently playing with Clem’s hair as she hummed a familiar tune to her. It reminded you of a time when your mother would sing the same song to you at bedtime.

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Hush little baby don’t say a word

Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird don’t sing

Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass

Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke

Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat doesn't pull

Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over

Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won't bark

Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down

well you'll still be the sweetest baby in town.

“I love you Mommy.”

“I love you too sweetie, I always will, sweet dreams.” Your father had read to you after they both gave you your nighttime bath, indulging in your childish play letting you splash at them until the water went cold and you began to shiver. You smiled up at your father as he kissed your forehead goodnight leaving your mum to sing you the same tune she always sang to you before bed. Sometimes you'd sing along and sometimes you'd just listen to her melodic voice as you let her tune coax you to sleep.

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The memory haunted you, it had always been such a fond one but now it burned your skin and stung your eyes. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind as you sang along to the tune Ellie was gently humming and you could feel the new memories being attached to the song that took the aching pain in your chest away as if it was never there.

You and Ellie both sneak out of Clem’s room once she’s firmly asleep and walk downstairs to greet Dina and Jesse who were sat in your living room.

“Thanks so much for watching her guys. We won’t be long.” You smile at them before going to slip your shoes on. As you return Ellie smiles grimly at you.

“You ready?”

“Fuck yeah.” Your eyebrows furrowed as the sudden fire ignited within you once again.

“Oh I would be shitting myself if I was them right now.” Jesse laughed though it was clear he was serious.

“Have fun going full mama bears on their asses!” Dina calls out to you as you both make your way out the front door and start the walk to Timmy’s house. You were never going to let his parents get away with teaching their child to be so hateful but you didn’t want Clem to see this side of you.

Ellie knocked on their door and as it swung open revealing a disgruntled man you both pushed past him into his home without a word.

“Erm excuse you, what do you think you’re doing?”

“We want to have a chat Rick, get your wife and sit down.” Your voice was monotone and your face deadpan but his scowl did not fade and he remained unmoving.

“Are you deaf? Get your wife and sit down.” Ellie repeated as she stepped closer to him, her face stony and her voice low and menacing. You watched as his face morphed into a picture of fear and it only made you smile, he scurried off returning with his wife, both seating themselves on their sofa, fidgeting and clearly unnerved.

“I’m assuming the school told you what Timmy did today?” They nodded as a response to your question, their eyes flicking between you and Ellie.

“Mm and I bet you couldn’t have been prouder right?” Their silence was adding fuel to the fire and as you observed Ellie pacing slowly beside you, it was clear she felt the same.

“Listen, if you have a problem with us, we couldn’t care less. But if your issue with us ends with our child getting hurt again, then we need to do something about it.” Ellie's voice was calm as she came to stand over them. “If Timmy ever comes near Clem again, I promise you, you will be looking for a new place to live because I will hunt you both to the ends of the Earth. You’ll never be able to settle because I’ll always be just on your heels. Do you want that life for Timmy? Never knowing when he’d be left alone in the world because his parents hatred cost them their lives. This is your only warning. Keep your snotty little shit away from our Clem or we will make sure the last thing you see is us smiling over your bodies. Don’t give me an excuse to do it, because I’ll enjoy every last second of it.” Their faces drained of all their colour and the sight was exhilarating to you. Ellie was always so gentle with you and Clem so you rarely saw this side of her but the few reminders you got never failed to stick with you, knowing she was acting this way to protect Clem, it only warmed you more. She walked to the door leaving you scowling in front of them.

“If you think Maria won’t be hearing of this, you’re wrong, expect a visit from her tomorrow. You’re the reason her niece's daughter was hurt today, she won’t take that lightly. I’d watch your backs if I were you.” You grinned as they visibly gulped before strolling off to meet Ellie at the door, her face matching yours. The walk back to your home was filled with childish giggles as you recounted the looks on their faces.

Even as you walked through the door of your home to find Dina and Jesse cuddled up on the sofa, you still couldn’t stop giggling.

“Assuming it went well then?” Jesse questioned with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Oh yeah you should’ve seen their faces. Ellie went all ‘ah I’m so scary, I’m gonna hunt you down aghhh’ it was amazing!” You mocked Ellie’s deep, raspy voice that she had used while speaking to Timmy’s parents before bursting into laughter once again.

“I did not fucking sound like that! But it’s true, they shit their pants.” She looked smug as her chin raised to the air only causing you all to laugh more. You had been annoyed about yours and Ellie’s reputations after the few incidents over the past months that had painted you in a darker light but it served you both well today.

“That’s our girls!” Dina was beaming at you both as they stood.

“Thank you again for coming over on short notice. Did she wake up or anything?”

“No no, she’s been out like a light. Don’t keep thanking us anyway, we can use all the practise we can get.” Jesse breathed out as he rocked on his heels.

They said their goodbyes and left, leaving you and Ellie to collapse in bed, tired of the day.

“I know I joked but you going all scary to protect Clemmy was super fucking hot.” You cupped Ellie’s cheeks as you softly rubbed your nose against hers before resting your foreheads together with a smile.

“Hey it wasn’t just me, I heard what you said to them after I left the room. That was a nice touch.”

“Why thank you.” You giggled softly before your face turned sour again. “I just can’t believe we’re having to deal with shit like this. I mean, Ellie, she got fucking hit today. How many homophobes are there in this stupid fucking town?”

“I know, it’s ridiculous. This place is about as good as it gets and still, shit like this happens. I know what you mean about being done with it all but where do we even go you know?”

“Well I was thinking about that, remember that farm we stayed at before we found Clem, how perfect it was, how pretty the stars were from up there, how good the sex we had up there was hmm?” You dropped your voice seductively causing her eyebrows to shoot up. “We never got to go back and lock it up because of our little bundle of joy but I was thinking maybe Joel could watch her for a day and then Dina and Jesse have her for the night so we can go have a look around and see if it’s a viable option for us. I love our family, more than anything and the more I think about it just being us up there, the more I warm up to the idea, but obviously it’s close enough that we can still see everyone regularly and be connected to Jackson, what do you think?”

“Sounds fucking perfect babe. But I have one condition.”

“Oh yeah?”

“We have sheep, lots of ‘em, and a cow or two maybe, oh and we get to take Shimmer and Greg with us. We should have chickens too.”

“Sounds like more than one condition to me but I’m in.”

“You are going to make the cutest farmer.” She smirks at you as your eyebrows furrow.

“You’re going to be the farmer. I will sit pretty and watch you get your hands dirty.”

“Oh will you now?”

“Mhm you’re the one that wanted all the animals.”

“Well I suppose that’s fair. Do you think Clem will want to go?”

“El she’d follow you anyway, that girl has stars in her eyes when she looks at you. I think after today especially, she’ll be happy to go be farmers up in the hills.”

“Ah! So we will be farmers. I knew you’d see it my way.”

“You are ridiculous.”

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“Ellie look! It’s just up ahead, it looks fine oh my god I’m so excited!” You rushed out as you spurred Greg on towards the picturesque farmhouse that you had been dreaming about returning to since you left.

“Oh fuck yeah and it’s only taken us like an hour and a half to get here with the horses, it feels so far but so close at the same time.”

“I feel really fucking good about this babe!”

“Me too.” Ellie hummed and as you approached the gate you sucked a breath in, praying it would open freely.

“Ah!” You squealed as the gate swung open and you jumped off Greg barely managing to stop yourself from jumping about as you seemed one step closer to building a life there.

“Okay let’s stay alert just in case, you wanna sweep the house or the barn?” Ellie sounded serious but her voice failed to hide the giddiness in her as she hopped off of Shimmer and pressed a hand to the small of your back.

“Let’s do the barn together first so we can leave the horses in there and then go through the house, I wanna walk in there with you, this is a milestone!” You beamed causing her to chuckle and start leading you round the house and towards the barn.

Once the barn had been cleared and the horses were happily grazing on some hay you both walked back round to the porch, you practically leaping up the stairs and dragging Ellie behind you but before you could reach for the doorknob she yanked you back into her and pressed kisses from just below your ear down to your shoulder blade, swaying you both gently. There was a gentle breeze whistling through the air and it smelled so fresh and crisp, the air felt so much more cleansing than in Jackson, every breath you took making you feel light and renewed. A small white butterfly flew around you both before disappearing into the powder blue sky that was dotted with pristine, white clouds. There were patches of daffodils all over the field amongst other splotches of colourful flowers creating the most beautiful landscape.

“El come on- ah!” You were interrupted as Ellie lifted you bridal style into her arms and started fumbling with the door. “What are you doing?” You said through giggles.

“Practising for the real thing.” She nudged the door open and as you both walked through hearing nothing but sweet, serene silence you both snapped your heads towards each other and smiled. You grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss that felt like you were melting into each other before she gently put you down and walked you towards the dining room table opposite the front door, her lips never once leaving yours, it started tender as she explored your mouth with her tongue, lapping at yours slowly, but it soon grew hungry and desperate, the passion radiating off of both of you, she still tasted slightly minty from when she had brushed her teeth this morning and it cooled the growing heat slightly. Her hands grabbed and squeezed at any expanse of skin she could find as she groaned into your mouth, the sound making your knees weak, relying on her to keep you upright as she reduced you to a puddle of desperation with just her lips on yours. You could barely think straight, your mind being clouded, everything becoming hazy as she devoured you. As your thighs hit the back of the table she grabbed at them and lifted you to sit on the oak, pressing herself between your legs and gently grinding her hips into yours, you whined quietly and wrapped your legs tighter round her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to you while gripping onto her hair like she was anchoring you to this plane of existence. The friction of your cores rubbing together could’ve generated electricity, it felt like it was as the hair on the back of your neck stood and you shivered with need. Shockwaves of energy rippled through you as the temperature seemed to rise impossibly higher between you both until you each pulled away gasping for breath, a string of spit connecting your lips together like the tether wrapped around each of your hearts that had kept you closely bound to her since the day you met, even when you hadn’t spoken all those years, the tether still tugged you in her direction.

Ellie bit her lip as she quickly unbuttoned your jeans and yanked them down your legs with your assistance licking her lips at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear. “Someone’s pent up huh? All this from a little kissing? Need to take better care of you don’t I babe?”

“Mhm, quit stalling, I’m so wet it’s uncomfortable El, need you to clean me up.” She groaned at your words and immediately kneeled down on the floor wasting no time slipping your panties to the side and burying her face between your legs. You’d think she hadn’t eaten for days with the way she was sucking you dry, your clit throbbing in her lips as her fingers teased your entrance. She knew your body better than you did, not even having to search for the spongy spot inside of you that made your insides turn to liquid. It was so easy she was chuckling into you as your hips ground themselves into her. Her tongue was her paint brush and your pussy was her artwork as she swirled it around every inch of you, she’d swap from flattening her tongue and almost making out with your cunt to small kitten licks that had you keening and whimpering. Her fingers curled as they pumped in and out of you, each time she’d hit your g-spot you’d jolt and gasp, the feeling was so intense you wanted to squirm away but she had you tightly pulled against her with her free hand gripping onto your hip hard enough there’d be faint oval bruises in her hands absence. “Oh fuck, right there baby, I’m so close, shit-” With a long, harsh suckle on your clit, her tongue working circles around it at the same time, it seemed to be the only occasion where she could multi-task, your body tensed with your release, your hips bucking onto her fingers as you ride out your high. “Ah fuck- OW!” You suddenly exclaim cutting yourself off mid-moan. Ellie quickly jumped up to face you, her lips and chin shiny with your slick that looked comical against her panicked expression.

“Babe what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Fuck I’m sorry-”

“No, no you didn’t do anything. You were fucking amazing but I- I think I got a splinter in my ass.” You admit shamefully.

“No you fucking didn’t, oh my god turn around, let me see.” She couldn’t contain her laughter even as you frowned at her while hopping off the table and turning away from her. She pressed a hand to your back, bending you over the table and gently easing your underwear down your thighs as she inched close enough to your behind that you could feel her breath tickling your cheeks.

“Ellie stop being a perv, is there a splinter?”

“Ohh yeah, big one too, could see it from a mile away.”

“Why is your nose practically touching my ass then?”

“Because it’s really pretty.” You could practically hear the smirk in her voice before she made a sorrowful attempt at whistling that just sounded like air escaping through a slightly cracked window. You laughed and she smacked at your uninjured ass-cheek lightly.

“Ellie! Get the fucking splinter out!”

“Alright, alright. Ruining my fun you are.”

“I’m gonna ruin you when this splinter is out of my ass.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both you heathen now hurry up!” She chuckled before quickly but gently removing the splinter earning a satisfied hum from you as you returned upright and faced her, unamused at her childish glee while inspecting the splinter between her thumb and index finger.

“So errr we should probably varnish this table or sand it or something before we move in here. Wouldn’t want Clem getting hurt.” Ellie declares.

“Oh yeah this is sooo about Clem and not just you imagining railing me nine ways to sunday on here.” You raise your eyebrows at her, you knew Ellie was thinking about making sure Clem didn’t get any splinters, but you also knew that wasn’t the reason for her comment. You were the one that worried about things like that, she was the one that would throw Clem over her head high enough that you’d gasp and scold her for how close Clem’s head was to hitting the ceiling. You frowned as she seemed completely unphased by your remark only staring at the splinter still.

“I’m keeping this, it’s a memento.”

“Ellie so help me god-”

“Relax babe, someone’s prickly.” She hunched over with laughter as you simply rolled your eyes and redressed yourself.

“You’re so unfunny.”

“Why are you always laughing then?”

“I really don’t like you right now.”

“Hey that’s not fair, I just made you cum in under like five minutes, that’s gotta be a record, be nice to me.”

“I’ll be nice to you when you drop the fucking splinter.” Without hesitation she turned away from you and hurled the splinter towards the front door.

“See, it’s gone, now kiss me woman.” She shut her eyes and puckered up her lips dramatically while making loud smooching sounds.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Doesn’t sound like kissing!” She sang before puckering her lips again to which you relented and pressed your lips against hers, smiling into the kiss as her arms wrapped around your waist. “Goddamn I love you.” You giggled as you stepped away from her and spun round the room, taking in everything you had missed in your frenzied state. So much had happened in such a short space of time but the house, the house looked like it was frozen, everything exactly as you remembered it from before. It just felt right, it felt like home.

“So er now we’ve christened the place, how about we take a look around?” You suggested, the heat in your cheeks barely subsiding.

“Oh yeah, I wanna christen each room before we go.”

“You’re an animal.” She laughed as she followed you all throughout the house until you were in the kitchen, both gazing out of the window above the sink at the field that surrounded the property. The long grass was swaying in the wind, two doves landed on the fence in front of the window and their chirps were a melody you could listen to forever. The sun was beaming making everything look even more vibrant than it already did, the mountains creating the most beautiful backdrop. “Imagine teaching Clemmy all about the animals and how to grow fruit and vegetables in the sun, nothing but quiet all around.” As you spoke you could picture everything in your head like it was already reality.

“And sitting outside at night, looking at all the stars, looking for constellations.” She spoke into your neck where her face was nestled, her arms wrapped around your front, swaying you both gently.

“We can read together on the porch, bundle up in winter and have hot chocolate out there while we watch the snow fall.” You add.

“Teach Clem how to ride the horses, the fields big enough.”

“Yes! She’ll love running around with all the animals, I bet she’ll love the chickens.” You both chuckle at the notion.

“She’s gonna make one her pet and then we’ll have a house chicken.” Ellie huffed as if she was already being faced with Clem’s puppy eyes as she clutches the clueless chicken to her chest begging for it to be her pet.

“Bet she’ll call it Eggbert whether it’s a boy or a girl.”

“That sounds like something I would do.”

“That’s exactly my point.” You turn to face her over your shoulder and smile as she purses her lips and nods slowly, her eyes narrowing at your smug face before breaking out into the widest grin.

“Babe I fucking love it here, I can picture our lives here and everything. You still want this?” She spins you to face her, the smile adorning her features would have been enough to convince you to jump off a cliff if that was what she wanted.

“More than anything.”

“Then, as long as Clemmy’s okay with it, we’re moving.” You squeal and press your lips against hers as she squeezes you against her, lifting you from the ground slightly and spinning you around until she staggered to a stop. “Oh fuck I’m dizzy.” She rests her hands on her knees and takes a few deep breaths that have her back visibly rising and falling causing you to chuckle at her playfulness.

“Okay, we need to look at the fence, the water, the gas and the electric, I’ve got used to some comforts in Jackson that I’m not prepared to give up just yet.”

“Let’s look at the fence because I don’t know who you think I am babe but I will have no clue about any of the other things.” Ellie stands upright once again, her hands finding their place on her hips as she tilts her head slightly at you.

“Oh right me neither, that can be a job for Joel and Tommy.”

“They’ve got their uses.” She grabs your hand and drags you back outside where you both just stand for a minute admiring the view.

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“Look this can be Clemmy’s room! Maybe you could paint something on her wall for her El!”

“Fuck yeah but come on you, it’s been a long day and we need our beauty sleep.” You groaned as Ellie ushered you towards the master bedroom, you just wanted to stay and keep fantasising, but Ellie was right, you were tired and you wanted to wake up bright and early to get back to Clementine tomorrow.

You each slipped off your clothes, you climbed in bed as Ellie cracked the window slightly to let the cool, summer night air breeze into the room. The only sound that could be heard was the faint chirping of crickets and your breaths as you both settle into the bed, cuddling into one another. You looped your arms around Ellie’s waist and pressed your face into her chest as she softly scratched patterns into your back. Your legs entangled with each other's as your heartbeats synced, it was serene and you felt the calmest you had felt in as long as you could remember. It felt almost perfect, but you knew once Clem was here with you both it would be perfect. You breathed in, letting Ellie’s scent linger and blur your senses more as sleep dragged you further into its embrace, she had always smelt of fresh washing that had dried in the summer breeze, it was comforting, everything about her was comforting. Her soft skin moulding against yours, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way she clutched onto you subconsciously, she was home to you, she was always home to you, even when you weren’t speaking for those years, she still offered the comfort you so desperately craved.

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“Are you okay?” You didn’t have to look up to know who it was, her voice was etched into your brain, all you wanted to do was leap into her arms and clutch onto her, never letting go but you couldn’t. You had already pushed her away until your time together was blurring memories swirling around your head. You had pushed her away to keep your relationship with your parents but it still wasn’t enough, it was never enough for them. You swore they wanted nothing to do with you, banishing you out of the house because you had got into a fight and refused to divulge why. Ellie was why, and that would’ve only angered them more.

You had been sitting in the park, reading a book when Petra and Suze had enclosed on you, sitting down by your side with smiles. “Hey bookworm, what ya reading?” Petra questions.

“Persuasion by Jane Austen, it’s so good, romance books will always have a special place in my heart.”

“Another romance book huh? We gotta get you out in the real world, Jason’s got his eye on you, you know, we could set you two up.” Suze quirked her eyebrow as you grimaced.

“As much as that offer is so tempting, I’d rather stab myself in the eye repeatedly than go out with Jason.”

“What? What’s wrong with him?” He’s a guy and he’s not Ellie, you missed her every minute of everyday, Petra and Suze were a nice distraction but they were nothing like Ellie, you just wanted Ellie.

“I don’t know, I’m just not interested in him like that, he’s so full of himself, there wouldn’t be enough room in the relationship with me and his huge ego.” They both giggled at your harsh tone.

“Well that’s fair.” Silence settled around you as you watched the scenery, people-watching had always been one of your favourite pass-times but you found yourself doing it more now you were constantly searching for the auburn hair you used to run your fingers through, you had convinced yourself you’d seen her this time, that wasn’t a part of your imagination like it often was but Petra’s words confirmed you had actually been seeing her this time.

“Ugh there goes the town dyke. God she’s so fucking weird.”

“I know right, why would they even let her in? Throw her to the wolves I say.” Suze snickered and everything went red, your ears rang and your vision blurred, you only remember being yanked off of Suze as Petra lay just a foot away wheezing and coughing, cursing you under her breath.

Your parents had screamed, thrown things at you, yanked you by their iron grip around your wrists to barricade you in your room when you refused to explain why you had so viciously attacked the girls that were supposed to be your friends. You sobbed and sobbed until you heard your dad shifting whatever he had used to keep your bedroom door shut tightly. He didn’t speak, didn’t look you in the eye, just dragged you out of your room and straight outside where he shut the door after uttering. “Find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” That was it. You were on your own and the rain that started to pour from the heavens mirrored your mood as you wandered aimlessly until your legs grew weak and you collapsed by a tree, desperately hoping it would shelter you from the torrential downpour.

“Hey I said are you okay?” Ellie nudged your shoe with hers as you sniffled and spared a glance up at her only to bury your head back into your knees that you were holding to your chest with a small shake of your head. “Why are you outside in this weather? You’re gonna get sick. Go home.” Her tone wasn’t nasty but it wasn’t soft and sweet like it used to be with you, it was a slap on the cheek that you thoroughly deserved.

“I can’t” You weakly whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear, she kneeled down and stroked a hand down your hair, beckoning you to meet her worried gaze.

“They kick you out again?”

“Mhm.”

“What was the reason this time?”

“I fucked up Petra and Suze and I wouldn’t tell them why, they love Petra and Suze more than me so they’re really pissed.”

“Why’d you fight them?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You wouldn’t meet her eyes, you just stared off into the distance, occasionally hiccupping as a result of your sobbing.

“Get up.”

“Just leave me alone please Ellie.” She was too painful of a reminder of how alone you were, you’d rather be actually alone than in her presence.

“Just get up, c’mon. You’re not sleeping out here tonight. If you get struck by lightning I’ll feel kinda responsible.” Her tone was lighter than it had been and you chuckled slightly as you took her hand and let her pull you from the ground, immediately turning on her heel and letting you trail along behind her back to her home. You considered just disappearing from your place behind her, you doubted that she would notice before you were long gone as she seemed to avoid looking at you like she’d turn to stone if she did.

Her garage was exactly as you’d remembered it with a couple new additions to the trinkets that littered every surface and wall. You had always loved it here, it was so much more inviting than your home. You used to let yourself in and immediately flop down on her sofa like you owned the place but now you just stood by the door, shivering and fidgeting unsure of what to do from here. Ellie was busy at her makeshift kitchen, milling through cupboards and drawers.

“Have you eaten?” She turned to face you for the first time since she had found you and frowned at your uncomfortable demeanour. “Just sit down or something, you’re making me feel weird just looking at you.” She snapped, immediately regretting it as you flinched and dragged yourself to the sofa like she’d throw you out if you hadn’t. “Sorry, have you eaten?”

“I’m fine.”

“That’s not what I asked though is it? Have you eaten? Yes or no?”

“Yeah.”

“Fucking liar.” She bit her lip as your eyes flashed to hers, guilt painted all over your features. She couldn’t see you like this, it was too hard to not just wrap you in her arms and tell you everything would be okay, that she’s here for you, you wouldn’t let her do that and she couldn’t let herself so she just turned back towards the kitchenette and began making some dinner for you both. “You know where my clothes are, don’t sit in those wet clothes, if you wanna take a shower to warm up you can.”

“I’m-”

“For fuck’s sake can you stop being so fucking stubborn and just take care of yourself? Go warm up and put on some dry clothes.” She sniped leading you to rush away from her and into the bathroom without another word. “Shit.” She muttered as the bathroom door slammed shut, she was kicking you while you were down and she felt horrible but she couldn’t control herself around you, if she could she would’ve pretended she hadn’t seen you earlier and kept walking. She heard the shower turn on and faintly through the pattering of the water she heard sniffles and choked sobs that led her to press her ear to the door trying to listen in closer. It was clear as day, the sound of your sobs that you thought the shower muffled, her heart clenched and her skin itched as it felt like it was constricting around her, choking the air out of her. She stayed at the door, just listening, she knew she should’ve given you privacy but she felt glued to the wood separating you both, she only moved when the sound of the soup bubbling beckoned her over to turn the heat on the cooker down. She went to go back to the door but the sound of the shower turning off sent her leaping in the complete opposite direction, sitting at her desk and forcing herself to keep her eyes planted on the comic that had been resting atop as you walked out in a towel, her towel and shuffled over to the drawers where she kept her pyjamas.

She dished up the soup and handed you a bowl wordlessly before going back to the desk to eat hers, the tension was palpable between the both of you, the only sound filling the room being small metallic clinks of your spoons hitting the bowls over and over again as you scraped the remnants of the soup from the bowl. “Sorry it’s not much.”

“Thank you Ellie.” You walked over to her and took her bowl going to the sink to wash them up for her, it was the least you could do.

“You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No I’m not taking your bed too.”

“Just-” She went to snap but sucked in a breath and calmed herself down. “Just take the bed, please.” You breathed deeply before nodding your head and skulking over to the bed where you had once stayed almost every other night, climbing in cautiously, subconsciously crawling over to ‘your’ side of the bed.

“Thanks, night Ellie.”

“Night.” It didn’t take long for sleep to overtake you, you were exhausted and your head was pounding, sleep providing the much-needed reprieve from the emotions of the day.

The first thing your eyes focused on as you woke was Ellie’s sleeping form on the sofa, curled up under a blanket, her face was peaceful, washed of the scowl that typically took over her features around you now. Suddenly everything hit you like a brick and it felt like the air was getting sucked out of you as you rushed to change back into your clothes and get out of there as quickly and as quietly as possible. You were out of the door in under five minutes and the guilt only weighed you down with every step you took away from Ellie. She had been kind and helped you in a time of need and you ran off without a word. You didn’t know what you would say, how you could face her, it was too painful, going back to your home and facing the wrath of your parents would be kinder to your heart than staying with Ellie any longer.

Ellie woke, eyes immediately scanning the room for you but as soon as she noticed you were gone without a warning, without a goodbye, she felt like she was losing you all over again and her eyes welled with tears as she pressed her face into her palms and cried softly.

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“Hi baby! Oh we missed you, did you have fun with Uncle Jesse and Auntie Dina?” You squeezed Clem to your chest until you heard a little squeak leave her lips prompting you to release her and tuck a loose strand of her soft waves behind her ear.

“Yes! Uncle Jesse showed me how to play catch and Auntie Dina helped me make cookies, I have some to bring home!” Clem beamed before Ellie scooped her up and spun her around, eliciting giggles from the small girl.

“Aren’t you a lucky girl? Say thank you kiddo.” Ellie pressed a sweet kiss to Clem’s cheek as she propped her on her hip and bounced her slightly.

“Thank you! You guys are the best.” Clem’s happiness rubbed off on all of you as you all chuckled. You both thanked them profusely before leaving to go to Joel’s, you wanted to thank him in person also and you needed to discuss the move with him.

As you walked, Clem in the middle of you both, gripping onto your hands, she rambled and rambled about her time away from you both until she hummed quietly, signalling she was done. “Can you swing me? Can we swing? Can we, can we? Pleaseee.” You and Ellie both smiled at her before swinging her into the air from her arms. She’d do a jump into it each time and giggled sweetly as she soared through the air between you both. By the time you reached Joel’s, yours and Ellie’s arms ached and Clem seemed tired and subdued, her tiredness only being confirmed as you entered Joel’s and she immediately took herself to the sofa to lay down instead of running straight outside to her playset.

“Hi Joel, thanks so much for watching her yesterday. Didn’t give you too much trouble did she?”

“Oh not at all, she was an angel as always, how was your trip?” You and Ellie glanced at each other before beaming at him.

“It was perfect, you gotta see this house Joel, it’s a farmhouse with a fence around the property that’s completely intact, it’s got a barn, and the house has a wraparound porch, the view is amazing, it’s perfect.” Ellie rushed out as she sat at his dining table where he had already situated himself.

“So you wanna move there?” You both nodded hesitantly, anticipating his reaction. “Well me and Tommy will have to get up there, have a look and see if it’s functional, but if ya wanna do this and it’ll make ya happy, I support ya. I heard what happened to Clem the other day.” He didn’t have to finish his sentence, you all understood what he was saying. It seemed you had outgrown Jackson and he wanted you to be happy, he wanted Clem to be happy and carefree. “We’ll all pitch in and get ya up there.”

“Thank you Joel, we can’t tell you how much we appreciate this.” Your voice croaked slightly as you tried to hold in the tears of joy that welled in your eyes.

“Well I can see this makes ya happy and that’s all I want.”

“You’re really something old man.” Ellie chuckled, a smile so wide you expected her cheeks to ache as she looked between you and him, grabbing your hand and squeezing.

“You told Clemmy yet?”

“No actually, we wanted to speak to you first before we told her but we’ll talk to her about it today.” Ellie replied.

“I’m sure she’ll jump at the idea.”

“That’s what I said.” You looked to the girl dozing on the sofa as you spoke and everything felt like it was falling into place, your life being mapped out in front of you, the sight making your body buzz with excitement.

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myseungsunglove · 11 months

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44,640 Minutes | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Warnings: fluff, mild cursing

Word Count: 720

Synopsis: the reader is missing her boyfriend while he is away on tour.

This is my first Drabble in years and years. I used to write regularly many years ago, so if this really sucks ass, I’m sorry. I’m so rusty!

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「© June 28, 2023 by myseungsunglove」

It had been a month since you last saw Kim Seungmin’s face live and in person. 31 days of absolute torture. 44,640 minutes without feeling his hand in yours. 2,678,400 seconds since his lips last brushed against yours.

You were losing your ever loving mind. The fact that you were keeping track of how long it had been since you had last been with Seungmin, down to the second, was proof enough that you were without a doubt head over heels in love with that little menace.

You stepped out of the Uber, buzzing with excitement. The LA sun was bright, the chill of the air reminded you that summer was still a long way off. You pulled your jacket closer around you as you walked toward the concert venue, still shocked you just got on a plane and flew half way across the world for a boy. Missing him made you do crazy things, but this one was an all time record.

The boys’ manager met you at the door with a warm smile. In your haste to leave Seoul two days ago, you had at least had the forethought to let someone know about your plans. Telling Seungmin a convincing lie about why you couldn’t FaceTime two nights in a row was much harder, but you managed.

It wasn’t long before you were surrounded by the usual crews. Occasionally people waved greetings and smiled warmly as you passed by. You could feel the butterflies flitting in your stomach the more steps you took. A month had been far too long without your boyfriend, and you couldn’t wait to have his arms around you.

The manager stepped through the door into a room where the boys were holding a pre-rehearsal rehearsal. A time that was much more relaxed than the actual rehearsal before the show. You followed, taking a deep breath as you did so.

“Look what I found roaming around outside,” he joked, stepping aside to reveal you to the group.

“Y/N!” a few of the boys rang out, but not your boyfriend. His back had been turned in deep discussion over a specific dance move with Minho.

“Shut up, guys. Not funny. You know I’m missing her like crazy. Don’t gotta rub it in on concert day,” he whined turning around to face the group. As he did so, he came face to face with you, a stupid grin plastered on your face, the beginnings of tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming happiness you felt.

“I really missed you too, Seungie,” you chuckled, looking up into his beautiful deep brown eyes.

His face scrunched up, confused for half a second before his brain caught up with what was going on.

“Shit,” he breathed out, as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him, his face quickly nestled against your neck. “A month is too damn long,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your cold skin.

Your hand held the back of his head, fingers gently running through his soft brown hair, as you reluctantly pulled away from the hug to look into his eyes. You were barely able to do so before Seungmin’s pink, plush lips met yours in a slow, meaningful kiss. You pressed him closer to you and deepened the kiss, desperate to be closer to him.

“I agree,” you breathed out against his lips. “Let’s not do that again,” you added as your fingers combed through his hair once more. “I don’t have to be in my studio to get work done. I’m on hiatus anyway. I can record just about anywhere. You aren’t there. So, neither am I.”

His smile brightened, stretching all the way to his eyes. “So you’ll join us?” he asked, and you could hear the desperate hope in his voice.

“Can’t get rid of me now,” you joked, pressing your lips to his again.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he smiled against your lips. What you didn’t know was that the 31 days away from Kim Seungmin had drove him to buy a ring just last night while missing you because he wanted to make sure you didn’t have to spend 31 days apart again. That ring was currently in his hotel room, hidden away in a safe.

44,640 minutes made people to some desperate things when they missed someone, but you’d both soon realize that these two decisions were the best decision either of you had ever made.

Tags from interest in original announcement I won’t continue to tag you unless you want: @starlostseungmin @backintomykpopphaseagain @jho-1

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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piggyback rides

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: You're sleep deprived and try to run laps with Savanaclaw. It doesn't end well.

Author's Comments: This was half inspired by one of my friends who would run if her hip was broken. Also make sure you stay hydrated when you run kids because once I didn't and that can also make you very irritable.

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“What was it this time?” Jack eyed you suspiciously as you yawned again, rubbing your bleary eyes.

“I was up all night bothering Leona so Grim and I could stay here.” you managed to get through that sentence before you yawned again, slumping over on the bench.

“Do you feel okay enough to do morning training?” Jack asked, glancing around at the other Savanaclaw students completing their laps.

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I won’t be able to keep up with you so you might as well just let us do our thing.” you smiled tiredly.

“Nuhuh! I don’t think so! I want to go to sleep!” Grim whined, clinging to your pant leg as you stood up.

“Come on, Grimmy. It’s just one lap for us.” you tried to pry him off, but Grim held firm.

“Come on. Stop bugging the Prefect.” Jack grumbled, reaching down and plucking Grim off of you, “They want to get running now.”

You smiled again, eyes half lidded from lack of sleep. Cradling Grim to his chest, he motioned for you to start your lap.

“I’ll be right behind you.” he tried to smile back, but quickly stopped. It probably came out more like a grimace anyway.

“Not for long you won’t.” you joked, starting to do some light stretches.

Whether you knew it or not, Jack was still going to watch over you while you ran. He didn’t trust you not to pass out, nor did he trust his dormmates to take care of you if something like that actually happened. Ignoring the squirming of the little cat monster in his arms, Jack followed your lead and began to stretch as well. You were so weird.

“Alright, here I go!” you shot him another smile before starting with a light jog, ignoring the protests of Grim.

“You want to go after them?” Jack set Grim down, never taking his eyes off of your retreating back, “Go catch up to them. I can’t be bothered to carry you while running.”

Grim looked from you to him, eyes narrowing.

“You’re so weird.” he crossed his arms—paws, “Why do you stare at them so much? It’s creepy.”

Jack exhaled quickly, turning his head to the side. He finally met Grim’s suspicious gaze with his own cold expression. Ultimately, he decided to start his own run instead of responding. He was already late to begin Spelldrive training.

You waved cheerfully when he passed you, and it was enough to have him smiling for the rest of his lap. Grim seemed to have caught up with you halfway around the track, as he was now curled around your shoulders and clinging on for dear life as you playfully sped up every now and then. Though Jack couldn’t understand it, the relationship you had with the little cat monster was wholesome. When he was just about to pass you again, he saw you stumble off to the side of the track, clutching your head. Immediately worried, he veered off to meet you, stopping right in front of you.

“You alright?” he asked, keeping his distance.

“I’m fine!” you snapped, holding Grim against your chest, “Just keep running and leave me alone. You’re always hovering over me like that and it’s annoying!”

Woah. Okay, there was definitely something wrong.

“You’re sleep deprived, aren’t you.” he stated, raising an eyebrow, “You said you were fine to run.”

“And I am!” you yawned loudly, slumping onto the sandy ground, “I just…need a breather. You can leave me alone-”

“Not in good conscience.” he interrupted, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Let me help you.”

He felt you relax almost instantly, your face shifting from annoyed to embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’m not in my right mind right now.”

“Sleep deprivation will give you mood swings. It’s fine.” he grunted, leaning down, “Now get on my back.”

“What!?” you exclaimed, a sliver of amusement in your voice.

“You don’t expect me to carry you in my arms while I run, do you?” he huffed, an embarrassed flush coating his cheeks, “Just get on.”

It wasn’t until you relented that Jack realized Grim had fallen asleep on your shoulders, his body limp and mouth emitting soft snores as you held him. Jack shook his head at the irresponsibility of the two weirdest students NRC had had in a while.

“When you guys are back in the dorms, I’m making you take a nice, long nap.” he grumbled.

You made a soft sound of acknowledgement on his back, and when he looked back, your eyes had slipped shut.

“What am I going to do with you?” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

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sixties-girl · 2 months

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Are you lonesome tonight in Vegas?

Plot: You are in a trip to las Vegas because Elvis was going to offer a few concerts the same days you were there. You were feeling kinda lonely but that night you would get some good company to your side.

(It is mostly a fluffy thing and I tried my best to keep it free of orthographic mistakes).

--How fun! We will sure have a great time there.

-- Yeah, yeah, in special in casinos, hopefully I win some deal ‘cause then I could end up like Nicolas Cage in that movie.

--Damn Rodrick, if that is the case, we will better keep you far from those casinos- coments Joe giving a smooth elbow to his friend.

5 friends and one destination: Fabulous Vegas, or Sin City as it is use to be called. In fact, your friends wanted to go mostly to sin going to casinos wasting all their savings(in the best of the cases) in slots machines or russian roulettes while they already had a few cocktails.

Meanwhile you, you had nothing to do with that, you just were in their plan because Elvis Presley was going to have a few concerts in the International Hotel from las Vegas the same days you will be there.

It was summer of 1969 and he barely had cameback to stages a year ago with his Special Comeback TV special. You were in your twenties and you have been his fan since your teens thanks to some secondary school friends but you were excited to see him performe live after all that decade just recording some movies here and there.

The thing is that you were the only one of your friends who wanted to go to see him so you would go by yourself. Once in Vegas evening and with all your stuff already in your hotel rooms, your friends left you in the International Hotel and tell you to call them later.

You enter by yourself and wow, the space is all full of people, some smarter dressed than others. You are lucky enough to have a spot so close to the stage.

Lights turn off and there he is. He even looked more handsome in person, you were delighted by his physical appearence and the way he moved around that stage.

His black satin suit also helped to hug his torso perfectly fine while his singing live was incredibly good. He is now singing “Are you lonesome tonight?” which described perfectly how you were feeling that night.

You giggled because it seems as if he was pointing you while singing this sentence of the song and you would nod just in case he noticed it.

When the shows comes to an end, you are so excited and yet so sad it already ended this great time you had in his concert, not ready for going back outside to face Sin City but before you thought about it, a random man approaches and says:

--Hello young lady, before you leave, would you like to meet Mr.Presley more personally?.- you can’t believe him, is some kind of joke?

--If you are trying to get me I am sorry but I don’t have time for that.- before you turn around, he grabs you shoulder.

--I am being serious, he wants to meet you right behind the stage, just follow me!

You doubt but you don’t have nothing to lose after all so you follow him wherever he leads you.

You arrive in front of a door, it says “dressing room”. The guy knocks and the door opens, and yes, it is opened by Elvis Presley.

--E, here she is...what is your name?.- you are in shock right now, even trembling a little bit of meeting him that close.

--I-i am, y/n.

--You are a bit nervous, aren’t you? Don’t worry honey, I am sure that once you will know me better, you will really relax.- Elvis smiles right at you, gosh, he really knows how to captivate you.

He grabs you around your waist and invites you to enter inside. Once there, you just take sit on a random couch while you watch him lightining one of his characteristic cigars. He is staring right to you, directly to your soul:

--So y/n, I will ask you here and again, are you lonesome tonight?.- he does the last part singing it. You giggle at that.

--Yeah, I am, none of my friends wanted to come with me to watch you performe.

--Oh really? Where are they now?,- he sits right next to you, that makes your heart skip faster.

--I don’t know, probably all drunk and with all their savings wasted.

--That doesn’t sound very nice, I don’t think they are the best company for a sweet and beautiful girl like you, don’t you agree?.- he puts his arm around your shoulders, what is he doing?

--Well, to be honest, I didn’t like their plan since the beggining, I just wanted to go to your concert because I have been a fan of yours since I was a young teenager.- you give him a sweet smile that melts him inside.

--Very good girl, how old are you honey?

--I am 23.- you feel how he is getting closer and closer and you don’t know if to stay or walk away.

He nods and then takes your chin up for meeting those beautiful blue eyes of his.-- You know, since I saw you on stage I instantly wanted to meet you, you are not just a very pretty girl but also a sweet and smart one and you shouldn’t be around this city all by yourself, more now that it is all dark, so.--his face is very close to your ear and lowers his voice, almost like a whisper.-- Would you mind if I made you some company tonight?

You shiver at his suggestion, is he really meaning what you think he is meaning? Elvis had always this fame of womanizer having some affairs here and there, even now that he is married and recently became a dad.

Still, you actually needed some company, otherwhise you will have to manage to go to your hotel and you didn’t want to deal with your friends sequels of “living las Vegas”. He has been treating you good until now as well.

--What happens my girl? Don’t you want to spend some time with me? I won’t do nothing you don’t want to if that is what worries you.- he gets a bit apart for giving you some space but you grab his hand.

--No! It is okay Elvis, I would rather stay here tonight with you than anywhere else.- you get closer to him. This is actually a dream for you, you just felt a bit overwhelmed, that’s it.

--What a relieve to hear that, you really got me scared doll.- he hugs you tight.-- Maybe we should go somewhere else, to get some fresh air.

--You are right, but where we could go?

--I know a place that I am sure you will be amazed with but I have to ask you something first.- he looks attentively at you.-- Are you scared of heights baby?

--A bit, yes.- Elvis stands up of the couch and grabs your hand while you get up as well.

--Don’t worry, you can always hold on to me, I will catch ya’.

He seems very convinced to bring you wherever place he has in mind. You get out of dressing room, facing some glances, probably thinking you were another one-night stand of his.

You get inside an elevator from the International Hotel and Elvis presses the highest level button.

When the doors open, you find yourself in a huge terrace, quite crowded because there is some kind of event going on. You observe a little scenario with some band playing on the background as well as a large mini bar table on the right where people order their drinks.

On the left there is a balcony with beautiful and yet imposing views from las Vegas, and in the middle there is even a little swimming pool! You are so amazed that for a second you forgot that Elvis is talking right to you:

--Doll.- laughs a bit.-- That stunned are you by the place that you forgot about me?

--Maybe.- you say a bit teasing.-- But seriously, this is incredible Elvis, thank you for bringing me here.

--I suggest we get some drinks first, I think I haven’t drunk since I performed.

--Good idea.- and you both go to the mini bar. You order a piña colada for you while he takes a glass of cola. He looks at your drink curiosly:

--What is it?

--Piña colada, is one of my favorite cocktails ever, would you like to try some?.- you sip a bit of it.-- It tastes good, other times they would just put me too much alcohol.

--I don’t like alcohol in general but I will just try it for a bit.- he takes the drink and shows a surprised reaction in his face.-- Yeah, not bad, it is very sweet, now I understand why you have this sweet essence in you.

You blush at his answer while you sip more from your glass. He really knew how to make compliments, no wonder why women were in love with him.

Elvis takes your hand and brings you right in front of the balcony. While being there he pases one of his arms behind your back and holds you there:

--I told you that I would be holding you, remember sweet thing? I think I should call you my little piña colada.- he laughs at his own wisecrack.

--Why not piñita? Means little pineapple in Spanish.

--Really? It really suits you this nickname, so yeah, my sweet piñita that I just met today and made my night better.

You giggle with how cute he says the word piñita. He holds you closer with his arms and you look at him up while he takes your chin up. You can’t stop looking at those eyes of his and this time you don’t feel any nervous anymore as in the dressing room. He gets closer to your face and whispers:

--I would like to taste more of that pineapple and coconut flavors, could I get some more y/n?

You get shocked because it may be the first time he actually called you by your name after calling you by lots of nicknames. Suddenly you feel his lips on yours ones. Elvis starts kissing you in a gentle way, sweet you would say.

You close your eyes for feeling better that kiss of his that starts to be more passionate and needy, as if he had been waiting all night for this moment. You feel his tongue exploring your whole mouth while both your tongues weave together.

You start gasping a bit since you start feeling the lack of air but you can’t stop, this kiss may be the best one you ever had.

You notice how his hands go lower from your back, is he grabbing your ass in front of everyone else? Yes, he does.

You feel more the lack of air and you let him notice it, getting apart from you:

--Did you like it my darling? I dare you did looking at your face right now.- you feel your cheeks hot, hot because that piña colada was taking its effect, hot because that kiss left you wanting more and hot as well because some people were looking directly at you both.

--I did, you are a really good kisser Mr.Presley, and a naughty one as well.- you give him a flirty look.

--Naughty? Oh my lovely piña colada, you have barely seen the tip of the iceberg of how naughty I can actually be. I can show you a lot more than this y/n.

The situation was getting out of handle. Despite you were enjoying this flirting with Elvis, you knew that in whatever moment you could end up in his suite and the rest would come over.

At this point, you just were really tired after the whole journey to las Vegas and the concert and what came later after that. You yawn a bit and he notices it:

--Are you tired baby?.- you nod at his question.-- If you want, you can sleep at my place, the bed is huge so there’s enough space for both of us.

You look at him not trusting too much if it is a good idea to enter inside “his territory”.

--Plus where would you go anyways? I can’t leave such a sweetie like you in a place like this, all by yourself.- he looks at you with concerning eyes.- I promise I only have good intentions with you.

He is right though, you don’t have nowhere else to go and paying one night in this hotel is quite expensive for your own pocket.

You agree in going to his place after all since tiredness and the last effects of that cocktail weren’t helping you so you both go straight to the elevator.

You go down a few levels and walk through the long corridors from the building. He makes you stop in front of a door that opens and lets you enter first.

Wow, he wasn’t lying when he said that the bed was huge. And not just that but the whole room felt expensive.

But that was the least important thing. You quickly get off your shoes, that were killing you at this point, and lay down on that bed.

--Gosh y/n, you really were looking forward to lay down, didn't you?.- he laughs while approaching where you are lying:

--Hm, I wasn't lying when I told you, it has been a harsh day for me.- you yawn while you turn your face to the pillow.

--Oh no pretty baby, you can't hide that gorgeous face of yours yet.

--I can't keep my eyes opened anymore Elvis.- you murmur down the pillow.

He gets up for turning lights off and gets to lay next to you, hugging you from your back.

--Good night piñita , I hope you rest well and that you didn't feel lonesome tonight.- he whispers to you ear. You laugh softly since his whisper has given you tickles.

You wished him good night as well. He couldn't see it but you started smiling, not believing yet who was spooning you. Definetly you weren't feeling lonesome that night anymore.

I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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endless-summer-soldier · 1 year

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ice ice baby - chapter three

pairing: CollegeHockeyPlayer!Bucky x CollegeFigureSkater!Reader

summary: Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

warnings: enemies to lovers trope, some alcohol use

word count: 2.2k

taglist: @sebsgirl71479

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Bucky took in a deep breath upon entering the arena. It was buzzing with skaters and coaches, flitting around making sure they had all their things. It was completely different from the hockey tournaments he was used to.

Y/N nudged him, “Come on, let’s check in.” They stood in line at the check in table, waiting for their turn. The hour-long bus ride to the rink was uneventful. Y/N briefly introduced him to some of the other figure skaters and then put in her airpods for the rest of the ride. Bucky followed suit and tried to focus on keys to the day, a habit he picked up from hockey.

Once they were checked in, they dropped their things off at their designated area and settled in. They weren’t skating until later in the day so they had time to kill. Bucky followed Y/N around, as she seemed to know the ins and outs of the place. They picked up a few snacks and then sat in the stands to watch the individual competition.

They watched in silence at first, and Bucky found himself slowly growing amazed with the sport on display. Being on the ice and learning all the intricacies of figure skating made him respect these athletes so much more. He started asking Y/N questions about the other skaters, about the routines, and soon she started offering information without being asked.

But as the day progressed, he noticed her nervousness coming back. She twiddled her thumbs and played with the rings on her fingers. She wouldn’t make eye contact with him and she seemed a little vacant, lost in thought.

“Y/N, you okay?” he asked. She didn’t respond, twisting her ring around her middle finger and staring blankly ahead at the ice. “Y/N?” he tried again, turning towards her. He eventually placed his hand over her active digits.

She broke from her daze, turning towards him slowly. “You good?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she covered.

“You just zoned out completely.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, directing her attention back towards the ice.

“Seriously, are you okay? You seem…jittery.”

“I’m fine, just eager to get on the ice. I don’t like all this…waiting around.”

“And blocking out your surroundings helps?” he asked.

She let out a small smile, “I go through the routine in my head, making sure I have every move and turn memorized.”

“You know that routine forwards and backwards.”

“I know, sometimes I just have to remind myself.”

“If anyone should be nervous, it should be me,” he joked.

She gave him a small smile and replied, “Yeah but you don’t care as much. The stakes aren’t as high for you.”

“I care!” he feigned offense.

She sighed, trying to find the best way to explain it. “This is like…the first round of the playoffs. Where all your hard work comes down to one game.”

“Well, the playoffs are usually a series.”

“Okay, then this is game seven of the playoffs. So think about how you feel in those moments leading up to the game. That’s how I feel right now.” He contemplated her words for a moment and she added, “And in this hypothetical scenario, the backup goalie is starting.”

He looked at her with a look of disbelief, “Am I the backup goalie?” She nodded with a tight smile. “Well I will be the backup goalie that stuns everyone by allowing zero goals.”

She chuckled, “I like the sound of that. Now come on, let’s get ready.”

As they prepared for the competition, Bucky became more and more nervous. Y/N kept her headphones in, preparing mentally for her ice time. Bucky mostly sat around and watched the competition as Y/N did her hair and make up. Soon she brought over his costume and instructed him to change as she did the same.

As Bucky walked into the changing area he realized he had made a mistake. He never actually looked at the costume that had been provided to him until now.

“Oh God,” he muttered to himself. Y/N stayed true to her word, there was no glitter, but that didn’t make things much better. He grumbled as he changed and he stood in front of the mirror for a while, trying to make the best of this situation. He was clad in very tight black pants. Very tight. They were at least stretchy, which made it possible to move, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable at the attention his crotch was drawing.

And then there was the top. It was a blouse and it was royal blue, which he normally wouldn’t mind. But this top had a deep v-neck and a dramatic collar. The shirt was tight on his chest and his bicep, but the sleeves were puffy. No matter how he shifted the shirt around, he had more chest exposed than he was used to. He shook his head, unable to look at his ridiculous appearance anymore and he walked out.

Y/N turned toward him when he walked out. Unlike him, she looked amazing in the skin tight blue fabric. A small smile spread across her face.

“Don’t say it.”

She shook her head, smile still present, “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

He looked at her with an unamused expression, “I look like Fabio.” Y/N turned her head away and placed her hand over her mouth, hiding her amusement.

“I think you look great,” she eventually said. “It’s…a little tight, but…”

“A little tight? Look at these pants!”

“Your legs are…very muscular.”

“And this top? How is it completely molded to my skin except for the sleeves?” He held his arm out, displaying the extreme drape of the sleeve.”

She bit her bottom lip, “I’m sorry. I was trying to keep it simple.”

“Next time I’m picking out my own clothes.”

“Next time?”

“Well yeah. The plan is to win today, isn’t it?”

Bucky found himself pacing, growing more nervous as the minutes ticked down until they were scheduled to skate. Y/N seemed eerily calm. She finished up her hair and makeup and casually checked the time.

“Calm yourself James,” she instructed, not bothering to look up at him as she packed up her vanity.

“Any tips?”

“Breathing is a good start.” He didn’t take her advice, continuing with his steps. Once Y/N was all packed up, she stood and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, breaking his rhythm. “Look at me. Breeeeathe. Deep breath in,” she stated, demonstrating. He followed her lead. “And out…” she exhaled. “If this were a hockey game, what would you do?”

“Listen to some music to hype me up.”

Y/N rifled through her backpack until she found what she was looking for. She placed her airpods in his hand.

“Here. You have five minutes. Then we need to get skates on.” He gave her a grateful smile as he put the buds into his ears and searched for the right songs to get his head into the competition.

He sat there, with his eyes closed and the music blaring into his ears. He shut out everything else and mentally went through the routine in his head. He only hoped he could execute the moves to the best of his ability. He kept thinking about his coach’s words in his head. All he had to do was make her look good, and she looked good all on her own.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and he opened his eyes to find a pair of bright green eyes staring back at him. He took the earbuds out and handed them to her.

“Ready?” she asked. He nodded. She sat down next to him and the two of them laced up their skates.

“Sharon, she’s usually my biggest competition, and her partner dropped her on the ice. So all we need is a halfway decent score and we should be in good shape.” He nodded silently, taking in her words. “So don’t you dare drop me,” she added, with a smile. He stood and gave her a hand, pulling her up towards him, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

They stood at the entrance to the ice as the announcers called their names. Y/N gave Bucky’s hand a quick squeeze and said, “You ready?” He merely nodded and she gave him a small smile, “Let’s do this.”

Bucky would’ve loved to say the routine went off without a hitch, but that would be a lie. He fumbled through a few of the moves and he felt like his skating wasn’t as smooth as he would’ve liked but other than that things went pretty well.

As they stepped off the ice he immediately turned to Y/N and said, “I’m sorry, I know I messed up some of the spins.”

She turned toward him with a smile and replied, “But you didn’t drop me.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

She continued walking to view the scores that would be present moments later. Y/N stood there, eyes fixated on the screen that reflected the scores and standings. Bucky knew nothing about how the scores worked so he was watching her, waiting for her reaction. The screen changed and he saw her eyes widen and a moment later she was throwing her arms around his neck.

He was taken aback but he quickly adjusted and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Did we do okay?” he whispered in her ear.

“We’re in second!”

“Really!?” He hadn’t expected them to do that well. She released her grip on his neck and regained her composure.

“Sorry, I just didn’t expect to score that well,” she gushed.

“It was all you, I just did the bare minimum.”

“I think you did great for your first competition,” she added.

“So, has everyone skated?”

“There’s still a handful more to go but no one I’m worried about.”

“You think we’ll stay in the silver slot?”

“I feel good about it,” she smiled. “Come on, let’s get you out of that costume.”

He let out a sigh of relief as they walked back to the changing area. Bucky grabbed his clothes and slid behind the changing curtain while Y/N waited.

As Bucky was changing, he heard Y/N talking to someone, it was a voice he didn’t recognize. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help but overhear.

“Y/N! You were amazing out there!”

“Thank you Nat!”

“I’m glad to see you back out there after Colin’s injury.”

“Yeah, it all worked out.”

“How are things with the new partner? What’s his name?”

“His name is James and things are going better than I expected. He’s a hockey player, never figure skated before, so he’s still working some of the kinks out.”

“Well he’s the first partner I’ve seen you with that you actually have chemistry with.”

Y/N chuckled, “Why, because he’s not gay?”

“Well that definitely helps. But it’s more that he’s not fighting you for the spotlight. He doesn’t care about the attention, he’s just there to make you look better.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that…” Y/N said.

“Watch the footage of your routine and you’ll see what I’m talking about. Anyway, just wanted to say you looked great out there!”

“Thanks Nat,” Y/N replied. As their conversation ended, Bucky emerged from the changing area clad in the comfort of his street clothes.

“Better?” Y/N asked him.

“Much better,” a smile of relief evident on his face. Y/N changed into a tracksuit and the two walked back into the stands to watch the end of the competition. There were only a few more duos left to skate until the standings would be locked in. Y/N and Bucky held a decent lead in the second place spot and it appeared that things were going to stay that way.

“Hey, you were great out there today,” she said very casually to Bucky.

“It wasn’t perfect-” he started.

“I never expected you to be perfect. You learned an incredibly difficult and technical routine in a matter of weeks. Do you understand how impressive that is?”

“Well, I had a great teacher.”

“I know I was a little unfair to you during training but I really appreciate you taking this seriously. When Uncle Erik said he had a hockey player for me, I was admittedly a little concerned. But you’ve been a pleasant surprise.”

“Is it bad if I say that it’s kind of been fun?”

She gave him a coy look, “Oh yeah? You're gonna give up hockey to be my partner permanently?”

“Well I don’t know about that…but this is a new challenge for me. It’s something different.”

“I still have time to change your mind,” she winked at him.

The competition drew to a close and, as she expected, they retained their spot in second place. Which meant they would move to the next round. Y/N watched as they showed the highlights of their routine on the big screen. Watching it play out in front of her, she understood what Natasha meant. Bucky wasn’t out there, performing with flash to try and win over the crowd. He was focused on the routine, sharing looks with her instead of the fans, and setting her up to shine with the big jumps.

“Is it just me or does my skating look worse on the big screen?” he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It looks like a beautiful performance to me.”

He had the perfect response but instead he kept it to himself: The most beautiful thing about that routine is you.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes enemies to lovers #bucky barnes fanfiction

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comphy-and-cozy · 7 months

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Did I spend this morning rereading A Dream Come True again?

Yep. Zero regrets.

I wouldn’t object to peek ins on them if the urge ever hit to write more on this just saying 👀🫶🏻

this is very sweet and I am so very glad that you enjoyed it! because, well...

mastermind - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) - A Dream Come True universe

Word Count: ~1.8K

Author’s Note: I’m sorry Ghost lol

Warnings: references to sex, implied smut, language, the usual banter; otherwise, just some ~relationship development~ and an update on my fav duo ♥️🐙

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January 2024

The email lies buried beneath the myriad of holiday marketing newsletters you ignored and let build up in your inbox. Sales that have long since passed, codes like ‘HOLIDAY20’ and ‘HAPPYNYE’ expired from stores you shopped at once and never unsubscribed from the marketing.

It’s a Wednesday evening, and you’re sitting on the couch doing your best to mass delete the influx of unread emails from the past three months after receiving the notification that your storage is running low. A knit blanket covers your legs, and the scent of tobacco and teakwood drifts to you from the candle on your coffee table.

“What’re you giggling about over here?”

JT’s low timbre echoes behind you, the sound followed by the soft padding of his feet as he approaches the couch with a bowl of popcorn. His favorite nighttime snack, you’ve grown to learn over the past three months, so you started stocking your pantry with a box.

You aren’t sure exactly when things became so domestic and natural with him, only blissfully aware of the steady thump of your heart in your chest when his texts come through or the warmth that fills you whenever he kisses you. You’ve managed to get comfortable with his presence, craving it the same way you crave a sweet snack before bed, but you’re still adjusting to the idea that this is real. That he’s still here, returning to your bed, dutifully—eagerly—after every road trip.

Every time, he’ll sigh, find solace in the warmth of your arms, press his lips against your skin. He’ll fuck you, God, he’ll fuck you; somehow never failing to reveal a new place inside of you that blooms pleasure. Your body has never sang the way it does for JT, expertly coaxing melodies out of you that you didn’t know you knew.

But sometimes, he just lays, content to feel your warmth against his, head resting heavy on your chest until his breathing becomes steady and sleep takes him. His expression softens, hair falling out of its styled coif, wrinkles settling into the lines of his t-shirt—if he hasn’t already removed it. In those moments, you defy the heaviness of your eyelids to simply gaze at him, memorizing the shape of him in your bed, curled up against you underneath the blankets that will forever be embedded with his scent.

You can’t decide which you like more.

“I just got an email inviting me to the Toast of Hockeytown event in February,” you reply, accepting the weight of him on the cushion beside you before you steal a kernel from his bowl—your bowl. “‘Fans can look forward to enjoying live entertainment, culinary delights, drinks, and desserts while mingling with the entire Red Wings team, coaches, select alumni, and other local celebrities.’”

JT hums. “Sounds like an event you can’t miss. A chance to meet them?”

“I better make sure I wear my nicest dress. One that really shows off the goods, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” he agrees, eyes flicking to your chest—though it’s covered by a t-shirt, you can feel the heat from his gaze. “Think maybe you’ll get to fuck one of them?”

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth and you shove his arm at his crass joke. “It would be a good opportunity to try and snag someone’s number.”

“Oooh, maybe Larkin? He’s dreamy.”

“Nah, he’s too popular,” you shake your head. “Can’t aim so high as the captain. Gotta go for lower-hanging fruit. Maybe one of the new guys. Ghosty, you think?”

There’s the briefest flash in JT’s eyes that you would’ve missed had you not been watching for it. You catch it, though, smug with yourself that you’ve one-upped him at his own game.

“Heard his dick is small.” He feigns indifference, but you see the glint in his eyes. Your favorite eyes.

“You really want me thinking about Ghost’s dick?”

JT shrugs. “I’m the one sitting on your couch eating your popcorn. And I’m gonna be the one in your bed later.”

Check mate. The nonchalance paired with his confidence makes you weak—he’s right, and he knows it. You could have every one of them fawning over you, and you’d still pick him, every time. Once the joke falls and the silence settles, the sound of the Brooklyn 99 intro plays softly on the television in front of you.

As your mouse hovers over the ‘delete’ button, you’re reminded of the similar event you attended over two years ago—the one that led you to the man sitting beside you. You reminisce on how you spent days deciding on what to wear, even going so far as to get your hair blown out beforehand. Looking back, you’re a bit embarrassed at the effort, but as you feel the warmth of JT’s leg pressed against yours, you think to yourself it was worth it.

“I came to Denver specifically to meet you,” you blurt out, then freeze when you realize what you’ve just admitted to. Your heart thuds in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears as he pauses, three kernels of popcorn in his fingers halfway to his mouth.

Testing a glance at him, you’re surprised to see him pop each puff between his lips, one by one, taking his time chewing. Then, “I know.”

“You know?”

“You kn—the entire time?”

“The entire time.”

A sigh accompanied by a tidal wave of relief washes over you. If he knew, and was still here, it couldn’t have bothered him that much. “Do I want to know how?”

“Jus’ know,” he says with another shrug. Then your favorite glimmer shines in the warm chocolate of his eyes, the kind when he’s really feeling the banter. You love him like this. “You’re a bit of a whore when you’re desperate.”

“Joseph!”

An auburn eyebrow raises and he smirks. “You really gonna argue with me on that?”

Your silence is an answer enough, accompanied by flits of how he’s had you begging him on more than one occasion; you resist the urge to smack him at the smug ‘I told you so’ expression on his stupid, handsome face. “You’re not… creeped out?”

“Told you already,” he says around another mouthful of popcorn. “M’flattered. I think it’s cute.”

Heat simmers in your cheeks as you tell yourself you have no reason not to believe him; he’s still there, still eating popcorn out of the faded, red bowl you got from Target when you moved into your dorm at U of M.

It’s another few moments before he says something that catches you off guard.

“I came for you.”

There’s an air of hesitation about him, like maybe he’s been mulling it over as he finishes the last few bites of popcorn before offering you the remaining kernels in the bottom of the bowl. A peace offering, maybe, like he wants to even the playing field now that you’ve confessed something so private. Funny how this isn’t the first time this has happened to you with regards to him.

“What?”

“That night. At Tin Roof.” The second time we met.

“I know you did. You were inside me.”

JT smiles at your snark, a spark glinting in his eye as if he’s replaying the memory in his head. “No, I mean… I suggested that bar to the guys because I knew you were there.”

“What are you talking about?”

He clears his throat. “After we met—the first time—I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to find you. I kept waiting to get a tagged photo from you, but never did, so… I started combing through my followers.”

Your eyebrows raise, heart swelling at the idea of making such an impact on him that he’d go through such an effort to find you.

“It took me awhile, but I finally found you,” he continues. “Imagine my disappointment when you were private.”

You hum, waiting with baited breath to hear the rest of his story. The memory of posting the photo of you and him comes to mind, his hand placement just visible on your side that gives you butterflies to this day, despite him having touched you far more intimately since then.

“I’d check back once in awhile whenever you crossed my mind. Still, private. I even made a habit of checking my DM’s in case you decided to message me after we won the Cup.”

“Hard to get,” you tease with a smile. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

His eyes glint again, acknowledging your quip—because you sure fucking have kept him on his toes. “And then I got a call from Steve Yzerman.”

The breath in your lungs stands still.

“We talked—and I loved what he had to say, don’t get me wrong; Detroit really had been on my radar for awhile—but after I hung up the phone, I went to check your page. Figured it couldn’t hurt. And you weren’t private anymore. And, by all accounts, you appeared to be single.”

You’re doing your best to keep your jaw from resting on the floor, absorbing his candid confession with no shortage of disbelief. Part of you wonders if this is a long, elaborate play to tease you for how you lusted after him.

“Saw the picture of us,” he adds. “And the caption, too.”

A grin breaks out onto your face at his reference. It had been funny at the time, so far-fetched, unthinkable that the contrast between then and now hits you in the chest. Call me JT xoxo, it had said.

“Thought you said I wasn’t the reason you signed.”

“You were… encouraging,” he says with a smirk. You don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to your body. You don’t expect he meant for you to miss it.

As tempted as you are to take that concupiscent gaze and use it to quell the heat that’s simmering between your legs, you can’t resist probing just a little more to see what else you can glean out of him. “So… the bar?”

“Oh, right,” he blinks, like he forgot he was telling a story; you can practically see the dirty images conjured in his eyes as they float away. “Pretty straightforward, really—before we went out that night, I checked your story, on a whim. You tagged the bar.”

“Joseph Taylor Compher, were you stalking me?”

For the first time, a tinge colors the pretty ivory of his cheeks and his expression turns… bashful? “Does it count as stalking if it’s on your public page?”

“I’m sure the police might have something different to say,” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s only if I harassed you,” JT says. “And I’m pretty confident I did quite the opposite of that.”

He nudges your knee playfully, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you blew my mind, whatever, whatever.”

“You blew mine too, baby,” he adds, the tinge of huskiness in his voice undeniable. “But you knew that.”

And later, after he’s thoroughly appreciated your travel efforts to Denver, when your cheek is pressed against the warm skin on his chest, you whisper, “I can’t believe you were playing 4D chess this entire time.”

“What can I say? I’m a mastermind.”

#a dream come true #jt compher fic #jt compher fanfic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #jt compher x reader #anon asks

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cascader · 1 year

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i love the tipsy kiss you just posted! would like to request number 12 for jily if you have any inspiration?

aw thank you so much! here you go <3 rated T for (surprise!) kissing lmao

“Evans — just, Evans, come on, Mer — slow down,” James calls, breaking into a jog.

She speeds up, if anything, waves of red hair whipping behind her in the wind. She’s so far ahead of him — heading through the castle doors, now — that he can’t make out anything else.

James skids to a stop at the castle doors a long minute later and sees her hair flash around the corner of a first-floor staircase.

He swears again and follows her. She makes it up two flights and halfway down the Charms corridor before he catches up to her.

“Evans — come on,” and his outstretched fingers are inches away from her shoulder when she skids to a stop and whirls around.

James takes an instinctive half-step back and has to fight to keep his expression neutral as he takes in her face — tear-streaked, reddened, puffy (and so beautiful).

“What?” Lily demands.

“I…” “What could you possibly have left to say? Come after me to call me a Mudblood too, hm?”

“No — Merlin, no, Evans, like I said — I’d… I’d never…”

“You’d never what? Hurt me?”

James pauses, then frowns. “Look, Evans. I'm sorry about Sniv — about Snape. I really am. But I didn’t make him—”

“You absolutely did. You always do! You always… poke and prod and pick at him until he can’t—”

James runs an angry hand through his hair and paces to the wall and back. “Merlin, he’s his own person, Evans! He makes his own choices! Bloody terrible ones, sure, but that’s not—”

“And you’re just always insufferable, aren’t you? You can’t ever leave anything alone!”

“I’m insufferable? Says the most self-righteous person I’ve ever met. You just—”

“—everything’s a joke to you—”

“—not my fault you can’t ever take a joke—”

“—maybe if they were actually funny—”

“—don’t act like you don’t think I’m funny, Evans, I’ve seen you—mmph!”

James finds himself pressed flat against the cool stone wall and Lily Evans’s lips pressed against his.

He freezes, and then she does, and he feels her pull away for a heart-stopping second before he jerks into action. His arms snake around her waist and then hers dive into his hair. It’s heady, and James can hear his blood rush in his ears, smell strawberries in her hair, feel her fingernails scrape against his scalp, which sends some kind of shiver down his spine…

Her lips are frantic against his, urgent, unthinking, and James is hit with a sudden fear that this is all about to end.

He pushes off from the wall until he’s upright again; he feels Lily tilt her head up further to meet him.

He doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing — he definitely has not snogged Lily bloody Evans before — but his hands seem to, as they skim up her waist, then flee to her back, up her shoulders, until James cups her face in his hands.

He feels her hands drop to his hips. James slows the kiss down, slanting his lips over hers once, twice, thrice. He feels her push back against him, feels her try to speed it up again, but he just skims his thumb against her cheek and tentatively presses his tongue into her open mouth. Lily lets out the faintest — whimper?

“Fuck,” gasps Lily, as she jerks suddenly back from him.

Her eyes are wide, her hand clapped over her mouth, her skin still reddened.

She takes a full step back from him, as if to emphasize her point. Her blush deepens. Her gaze darts frantically between him and the wall behind him. James can’t catch his breath.

“Fuck,” she repeats. “I’m so sorry.”

#jily #ask #ask game #anon #hana writes #jily fic #hana drabbles #jple #james potter #lily evans potter #another 1-shot 1am fic y'all!

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Ten Days (W.M) Pt. 4

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Y/n and Wanda is stuck in an arranged marriage. What will happen when both of them have their own deals to be done in ten days?

Warning: 18+ SMUT, swearing words, fluff, angsts (Specific warning for each parts)

A/n This is for "THBBMarchMovieMadness2022 Event" on discord server run by @missmonsters2 . This is a miniseries fic that's inspired by "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" romcom. Happy reading!

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The alarm clock blares out loud, commanding you to wake up. Your hand mindlessly turns it off and almost falls back to sleep until you hear your phone ring.

You quickly answer it without even checking out who is calling.

"Hello?" You answer sleepily.

"Good morning, beautiful. Wow, your morning voice sounds even more soothing." Wanda greets you followed by a compliment. Your voice drew a smile on her face.

So does her voice, your eyes are wide awake in a split second and you can't help yourself to smile. "Oh hello, good morning."

"Oh, I think I can hear your smile from here, my dear." Wanda teases you confidently. “Really? Do you always have this much confidence in you? What made you sure that I was smiling from you waking me up with your call this early?” You respond playfully.

“Ah, from your questions, I’m sure I was right, You are smiling, aren’t you? I wish I could see that pretty smile now.” You can’t help yourself, you giggle from her teasing.

“Then, I’m sure you are smiling too.” You pitch back her own jokes to her to avoid answering her question and secretly hoping that you will hear a little laugh from her.

You gained a laugh from her easily. “Well, yes, I am.” The brunette tells you casually so you can fall deeper into her plan. What she doesn't know just yet is talking to you actually made her morning and smiling ear to ear.

Hearing Wanda admit that she is smiling just from talking with you caught you off guard and speechless. You can feel the warmth on your blushing cheeks.

"Darling, are you there?" Wanda's voice brings you back from the daze.

"Uh y-yeah. Sorry. So why did you call again?” You ask in a sleepy tone while lying on your back rubbing your eyes to be more awake.

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to say good morning to you and want to know what’s your plan for today? I’m thinking maybe we can spend time together today.” Wanda suggests. You didn’t notice that your heart beats a little faster, you are internally excited for another date with her but you have to stick to your plan. You try to shake the excited feelings off of you.

Meanwhile, Wanda is subconsciously thrilled and can’t wait to see you again. Well, in her brain’s defense, this is part of her plan. Then you remember what Yelena suggests to you.

“Oh, well, I have a lot of work to do at the office. My parents are on their business trip right now. So I gotta handle a bunch of work stuff for them.” You explain.

“Oh, that’s a bummer, sweetheart.” Disappointment sounds so clear in her voice.

“Yeah, sorry, Wands. This is important.” You reply. “More important than even having a date with your future wife?” Wanda teases you once more.

“Aaaw is Ms. Maximoff jealous now?” You ask in a sing-song baby-talk tone hoping that it will annoy her. Wanda chuckles in discomfort. She never likes anybody to talk with her that way. Wait, no. She actually hates it because some girls she was with sometimes talk in that tone, thinking they might sound cute but not at all for Wanda. For her it’s a deal breaker but she quickly shrugs it off. She tries to ignore it.

“Pfft, jealous? No, I’m not. I wouldn’t be jealous just because you are busy with your work.” Wanda denies it instantly.

“Well, that’s good. It wouldn’t work out for us if you are not okay with how much of a workaholic I am. My work is number one for me.” You are subtly trying to give a worse impression about yourself. “Oh really?” Wanda responds.

“Yes, that’s the type of a wife I’m gonna be. Work comes first.” you casually replied. Little by little, you try to trick her into thinking twice to marry you but of course Wanda doesn’t give up right away.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll find a way for us to spend time together and that’s the kind of wife I’m gonna be.” She jokingly returns your words. Her soft giggle with her accent really spreads warmth in you.

“Well, I guess we’ll see how good of a wife you are, babe.” You answer and Wanda takes your words as a challenge for her. “Oh, I’ll show you for sure.” Wanda is determined to show you and win your heart. You giggle once more. A vivid image of Wanda’s gorgeous green eyes looking at you, joy dancing through your heart and making your heart leap.

“So, are you sure you can’t meet me today?” Wanda tries her luck. “Sorry sweetie, I’m very busy today.” You refuse sweetly. “Okay then, wife. I’ll see you when I see you.” She ends the phone call playfully. You even laugh a little as you speak. “See you soon.”

You put your phone down and try to snooze back to bed for another few minutes but not even a few seconds your phone rings again.

You answer with another giggles as you say "Wanda, you are one persistent wife, aren't you?"

Like a drop on a roller coaster, another familiar voice in the call surprises you.

"Oh, flirting with your future wife, I see. It's me, Yelena by the way." Yelena's accent was easily recognized by you. “And, Nat.” Natasha’s voice jumps in the background. You sit yourself, forcing your brain to be prepared for what the sisters are going to say.

Yes, last night they caught you and Wanda almost kissed. You know them very well, they won’t let this one go so easily. In fact you avoided their questions about it since last night by giving them an excuse.

“I know, Lena. So what’s up?” You ask, anxiously waiting for their next words.

“So, she called you this early already?” Nat asks. “Also, why did you call her persistent? What did she do?” The sisters’ curiosity pushes out rows of questions.

“Uh yeah, she asked what’s my plan for today and she told me that she has a plan for us.” You try to answer casually. “And? What did you say?” Nat asks again.

“I told her I’m busy and I can’t go with her.”

“What? Why? I thought the plan is that you are going to spend time with her so you can be as obnoxious as you can?” Yelena’s question clearly demands explanation from you.

“Yes, I know. I was just trying to show her that I love working so much and I kinda gave her a hint I won’t be a good wife. I will put work before her.”You explain.

“Ah, that makes sense.” Nat agrees. "Then what else did she say?" Yelena questions you.

"She said she will find a way to spend time with and she is that type of wife." This time you answer their question easier.

"Ah okay. No wonder you called her persistent." You can hear Natasha's giggling after she commented on what you told them. "Wow, it seems like both of you already like each other." Of course Yelena always finds ways to poke fun out of you.

"Pffft. What? That's not true. Hey, it was all part of the plan. I told you guys already." You declined their theory right away.

“Oh really? So the almost kiss last night was part of the plan too?” And there it is. The topic that you are nervous about. Yelena obviously tries to hold her laughter. You are not even sure why you are nervous if they talk about it.

“Uh oh,I gotta go get ready.I have a meeting in an hour. We’ll talk again later.” You came up with the best answer you have, thankfully.

“Okay, you still owe us an explanation,” said the blonde sister. “You can’t keep avoiding us, y/n. We’ll come to you.” Nat exclaimed, followed by more giggles with her sister.

“Yeah, okay but bring me food please. Bye.” You jokingly agree even though you know that they will really show up later.

_____

“So how was the date last night?” James asks with a panting breath after a round of racquetball match with Kate and Wanda just ended.

“The irresistible Wanda Maximoff still trying to make her future wife like her?” Kate adds another teasing question right away as the three of them take a break from their exercise. Wanda takes several big gulps of her cold water shortly before she answers in a playful sarcasm.

“You can’t even wait to rub it in my face at least until I catch a breath, can you, Kate?” Wanda wipes her sweat around her face and neck. Kate and James laugh at her sarcasm.

“Okay, my bad. Catch your breath first so I can make fun of you in peace.” The shorter woman responds as she holds more of her laugh. Wanda playfully rolls her eyes as she takes a seat with them.

“Seriously, tell me how it was?” James reminds Wanda about his question as he smiles.

“It was…great. She looked adorable. It was like a roller coaster ride in the beginning but it was successful in the end.” Pride covers Wanda’s way of telling her story, complete with a confident smile.

“A roller coaster? What did you mean?” James asks curiously and Wanda can see it from how his eyebrows arch. With that, the brunette Sokovian proceeds to tell them everything that happened.

“Phew, sounds like your future wife is a little cuckoo.” Kate comments at the same time with her index finger gesture a circular movement in the air next to her temple. “Are you sure that you want to continue this bet? Is it even worth it if you deal with her craziness just to win this?” The younger brunette continues with her questions with a little concern.

“Oh no, I’m fine. You know me, there’s no girl I can’t handle, Kate. Even her. Yes, her mood swing was a little all over the place. After all the craziness, she was so sweet and adorable. I’m sure she falls deeper into my trick. We took a walk for a bit. We almost kissed and I gave her a rose then we—” Wanda rambles as her eyes sparkled with adoration as she remembered how gorgeous and sweet you were. The corner of her lips form a smile. Her train of thoughts makes her tell her best friends about the date, she even didn’t realize what she was saying in the end until Kate interrupts in shock.

“Wait..Wait..Wait! Did you just say that YOU, I meant, YOU and her almost kissed?? What the hell happened with your no kiss rule?” Surprised, Kate exclaimed with rows of questions and James laughed.

“Wait, uh y-yeah. We almost kissed. What? What’s funny, J?” Wanda stuttered at first with Kate’s questions that made her realize what she just told them and she quickly regretted it. She answers Kate then asks James.

“Oh nothing. It seems like the bet backfires earlier than I thought it would be. Sounds like you both have chemistry with each other.” James softly and casually answers her.

“What? No.. No. The kiss was part of the plan. Didn’t you hear what I said? We ALMOST kissed. It means we didn’t. I did it on purpose. You know, something like creating some moment so it will get into her head and slowly make her fall for me. That’s all.” Wanda tries to deny it as casually as she can and some explanations jump out all over the place. She is so relieved that her brain can come up with something to respond Kate

“Oh, really? Your only rule is no kiss before you really date the girl. So, she must have caught your heart pretty good that she can get an exception and almost kiss you." Kate jokingly responds and another knowing smile forms on James’ face.

“Yes, really. I told you it's part of the plan. So it has nothing to do with feelings or heart or or or whatever you both are talking about.” Wanda denied it with all of her heart.

“Okay, if you say so.” Kate mumbles under her breath, shrugging her shoulders and all James does is just shake his head with a chuckle at the girls’ antics. After three of them are done exercising and Kate leaves, Wanda finally lets out a question that has been roaming around in her mind since the conversation earlier.

“Uh, hey J. I’m just wondering. You said that it seems that y/n and I have chemistry with each other. So did you mean that she likes me?” She clears her throat, internally questioning herself why it even matters for her to know the answer. Her brain fights her heart without her even realizing the secret battle in her. Of course it matters, because she needs to know her next step to make her plan work. Yes, that's why. It’s all about her plan to win her bet with Kate. That’s what her brain tells her at least.

“Uh well, she might. I don’t know. From her picture you showed me, she doesn’t look like the type of a girl who will kiss someone randomly. You know what, Wanda, I see how you look everytime you talk about her. You blush, even now. There’s a chance both of you probably like each other.” James lets out his opinion wisely.

“What? No. No. I don’t and let me remind you, she said I’m not her type, she even thinks I’m standard.” Wanda is all defensive as she rolls her eyes but her blushing cheeks say it all.

James chuckles a little at Wanda’s blushing cheeks and her nervous gestures. “Look, Wanda, I’m not making fun of you or anything. Like I said this bet might bite you back in the ass. I have known you since we were kids. You are like a sister to me. So just be careful, I just don’t want you nor Y/n gets hurt. What if real feelings slowly get involved? That’s all.” James gives Wanda brotherly warning as he gently pats her shoulder.

“Ough.. You sound like Pietro just now. Don’t worry, J. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, well Kate’s pride will be hurt actually because she will lose the bet.” Wanda gives the dark haired man a little reassurance.

“Well, how about introducing her to me. I would love to meet the future Mrs. Maximoff.” He asks with a little teasing in it. “Ha ha ha very funny James, there will be no Mrs. Maximoff anytime soon but yeah, I’ll think of a way to introduce her to you and Kate. So you two will see that my plan works.” Wanda winks at him.

“Sounds like a good plan, just keep me updated, Wands.”

“Sure, I will. Well, I gotta go now. Tell Emma I say HI. Love you.” With that Wanda kisses his cheek goodbye and walks to her car.

“Love you too.”

On the way home, James' and Kate's comments really get into Wanda's head and because of that, she convinces herself that this is all just for the bet, nothing more. She just has to make you like her, win the bet and then tell her parents that she will not do the arranged marriage with you. That's all, no feelings involved.

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“Oh wow, thanks guys. This is a lot of food. I can bring some home for dinner too.” You try a little bit of different choices of food that the sisters brought you. “Yeah, I’m trying to add some new things to the menu and these are the choices.” Nat explains.

“Yeah, you are our guinea pig for tasting it, so if you die tomorrow, it was because of Nat's cooking you ate.” Yelena snorts a laugh that doesn’t last too long after Nat playfully slaps the back of her head. “It means you’ll die too because you ate two plates of them, so shut up.” Nat responds. Yelena makes a mocking face as she mimics the way her sister talks. The two sisters always make you laugh with how they are to each other.

“So, tell us. What’s up with last night? You both almost kissed.” As you expected, Yelena brings up the topic again.

“Here we go again. Well, it–it was part of the plan.” You answer as you eat some more bites. “And..What was the plan? I think we didn’t talk about any kissing in our plan.” Nat questions you, the corner of her lips curve up a smile following one of her eyebrows arching up.

“Yeah, Nat’s right. There was no kissing in our plan. If you did kiss, what does it have to do to make her not want to marry you?” Yelena’s words add more pressure on you. Your mind rapidly tries to find an excuse to this damn almost kiss moment that you didn’t even know why it happened.

“Well, it was a spontaneous plan. I was gonna lure her to that kiss and then I–I was..” You stutter as you see both sisters looking at you with a teasing look waiting for your answer.

"I was gonna stop and then told her I haven't brushed my teeth all day. I knew she would be grossed out because she is a clean freak. Yeah, that was my plan." Your confidence comes back, thinking that you have come with a legit comment.

Yelena and Nat instantly laugh out loud. "Really? That's the best excuse you came up with?" The blonde sister responds in sarcasm while trying not to laugh even louder.

“That was really what happened, Lena.” You retort and your cheeks blush at the same time.

“Y/n, you haven’t changed at all. You are still a bad liar.” Natasha comments with a knowing smile and shakes her head. “Natty, I’m serious.” You try harder to convince them.

“Sure, y/n. Sure. Now, try the other food that Nat made. I want to see if you will get sick after that or not.” Yelena suggested as she sees your face is as red as a tomato by now as a crumpled napkin that Natasha threw at her hits her head and bounced.

“So, I saw you were holding a rose last night. I assume that it was from Wanda. Do you like it?” Natasha brought up a new topic as you try the other food.

Just at the same time you are going to answer Nat’s question, you hear a voice asking another question followed by the sounds of high heels meeting the floor in a stepping rhythm. “Do you like what, dear?”

The voice quickly makes the three of you turn your head to see who it is. Right after, you see that it’s Wanda walking in towards your desk, your eyes rounded and some of the food decided to get into the wrong pipe. You cough a few times in panic, hoping that she didn't hear any of the conversation.

The sisters are as startled as you are as Wanda walks closer and closer. You grab a drink and take a big gulp before you greet her, awkwardly. “Are you okay, dear?” Wanda quickens her steps next to you as she asks worriedly.

“Wanda! Hii. Uh–y-yeah yeah. I’m okay. How long have you been here?” An awkward smile curved up slowly and you cleared your throat, nervously.

“Not too long, I just walked in. Oh, thank God. I thought you were choking. Anyway, hi, love. How are you?” Wanda leans to kiss cheek. The sisters try to keep their cool in this awkward tension. Natasha has to nudge her sister with her elbow subtly after she notices her trying hard to suppress her laugh from her weird looking smile.

“I’m good.” You answer and your eyes flick around between her and the sisters.

“So, do you like what, darling? I heard that she asked you earlier when I came in. “Oh..uh.. She meant–” All of a sudden, your brain is blank. You can’t think of the right answer. Even Yelena, who always has some ideas is stunned.

“We are catering for Ms. Y/L/N’s mother’s event. Since Ms. Y/L/N is too busy for the food tasting, so we brought some for her to try. We are from the Romanova restaurant at the 3rd Street and Lincoln Ave.” Just like that, Natasha came to the rescue.

"Oh! That's y/n's favorite place. We were there last night for our date." The brunette looks at Natasha and Yelena then comments in excitement.

You are relieved to know that Wanda didn't hear what the conversation was about.

The sisters thank her in gratitude but they can see how Wanda's eyes sparkle with joy when she talks about the date with you.

"Oh, can you cater for my party for the day after tomorrow? I know it's short notice, I will tell my assistant to call you if you can do it? It’s just a small business party." Wanda asks.

"I can take care of it, sweetie. I'll arrange everything for you. I’m sure that they can squeeze us in." You propose immediately. "Are you sure? I just want a simple party but still fun with nice decorations and tasty food." Wanda stated.

"Oh yeah, no problem. I have arranged lots of my parents' parties so no biggie, babe. I even already have an idea for your party." You reassure her.

An idea just popped in your head and you secretly nodded to your bestfriends when Wanda wasn’t looking.

Of course Yelena notices that you are up to something so she instantly agrees with the date for the party that was mentioned. "I just checked our schedule, we can cater for your party."

“Great! Thank you so much. I can write a check on whatever amount you want me to put in the down payment.” The brunette offers as she grabs her checkbook ready in hand.

“Don’t worry about it. Ms. Y/L/N is our regular customer. We will let her know how much later.” The redhead replied, followed by a smile. She then looks at you and adds “Well, we will get going. You can just let us know which food you like and we can talk more about the business party plan.”

With that, the girls bid their farewell and left both of you alone.

You see Wanda stands next to you and she offers her hand for you to take. “Well? Can I get a hug from my sweetheart now?” Wanda flirts. Her smile and her green eyes make you nervous in a way that makes you want to smile instead. As if your mind has its own mind, you take her hand and she pulls you up to hug you. You let her, you even voluntarily sink into her hug.

Gosh, you just love being in her arms, don't you? Her warmth, hearing her heartbeat let alone her perfume that tickles your senses. Part of your mind thinking what to do next. Trying hard to find the reason to act like a crazy weird girlfriend just like what you plan but the other part of your brain just turns into a puddle in her warm embrace. Okay, this is not right. You are supposed to make her lose interest in you, NOT you getting more interested in her. Wait, are you?

Of course not. Oh for heaven sake, why do you even think of all of these unnecessary thoughts. You let go of your hug and lean back a little from her hug.

Wanda's hands stay on your waist and look at you in adoration. You smile with giddy feelings. "Yay! There is the smile I have been waiting to see." To Wanda's brain, she thinks those are just words to trap you deeper in her flirting game but her heart actually wants to see your smile and feel you in her embrace.

"Aw thank you and there's the confidence I always talk about." You reply.

She laughs a little. "The one that you love about me?" She responds as her fingers gently push your hair away from your face.

"So.. what are you doing here?" You answer her with a question. As usual you avoid her question and Wanda only chuckles before she answers you.

"Well, I'm here to pick you up for our date and before you say that you are busy with work, I called your dad. He said you don't have to finish the work and he will ask his assistant to get everything done." Wanda explains and leaves no room for you to refuse her plan.

"Wow, sneaky move, Wands."

"I know. I just want to spend more time with you. Get to know you. Can you blame me?" She rubs your back so gently.

"You are really good with your words, aren't you?" You flirt back, playing along. Wanda chuckles once more.

"So, what's the super important date you plan for us that even made you call my dad to set me free from work, darling?" You add some sarcasm in your question, hopefully it will annoy her. Your hands mindlessly run up her arms to her shoulders.

"Well, I want us to relax at my place and we can watch some of my favorite sitcoms because I remember you told me how much you love watching them." Wanda presents her idea with a proud smile.

"That's all? You stop me from working just for that? I hope at least you have some red wine for me." You act disappointed and demanding with a whiny tone and a pouty face even though you actually love the idea. You love relaxing and watching sitcoms. To you, it sounds like a perfect date.

"Uh well, don't worry, my dear. You'll get your red wine. I will set it up to be romantic, intimate and relaxing. I thought a busy workaholic woman like you, needed something like that…with me." Pride shines in her eyes as she winks at you.

"Wow, okay. Sounds like a good plan but I still have something to do before I leave. So can we just meet at your place?" You suggested the idea. “Of course. I’ll see you soon. Be careful, it’s raining outside now.” Her right hand cups your cheek and slowly moves a little, her fingers rake through your hair. She leans to you and it makes you all nervous.

“Okay, I will.”

Boy oh boy, the feelings of her lips kiss your cheek once again really freeze you. Seeing her green eyes gleaming really spread warmth in your heart.

As soon as Wanda left your office, you called Natasha and Yelena. “Girls, come see me at my place. I have some plans for Wanda.”

Your mind is filled with a bunch of plans to sabotage the date and Wanda's business party.

Pt. 5

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sick day . xavier thorpe x black!reader . wc: 573.

summary: reader takes care of xavier when he gets sick.

prompt: "are you sure? i don't want you to get sick.." ( @novelbear )

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Xavier knew his immune system was like an army run by a bunch of soft shelled turtles. The thought of going out to his art shed during subzero temperatures should never even have crossed his mind. The insulation in there was shit, and he didn’t even care to put on an actual winter coat, just the overpriced Nevermore hoodie thrown on top of his laundry basket.

Most of all, he knew you should’ve been telling him ‘I told you so’ when he texted you at six am, asking for cold medicine and complaining that he couldn’t breathe out of his nose.

But you were here, there actually, carrying enough blankets to cover your eyes.

His temperature had been fluctuating for the past three hours and now he was at his coldest. He’d wrap himself up in them like a burrito, only to get overheated once again — and throw them to the floor with a huff.

The cycle would repeat on and on throughout however long he’d stay sick this time — the only difference is, you wouldn’t be to his aid like a personal nurse.

You’d fed him the cough medicine, taken his temperature, kissed his rosey cheek, and gave him a final diagnosis of not showing up to classes.

“I think school starts in about thirty minutes, you should probably go get ready,” he noted, solemnly taking the blankets and plopping them onto his bed.

He grabbed onto your hands, weaving your fingers together as he gave you a soft, appreciative smile.

“Already?”

“Yeah, I guess caring for your sick boyfriend really makes the time fly.”

He attempted to laugh at his own ‘joke’, soon turning into a coughing fit as he turned his whole body away from you.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized without reason, empathizing with his weakened composure.

His throat was probably all sore and scratchy now.

“No, you don’t have anything to be sorry about, me being a dumbass isn’t your fault. Thank you for taking care of me baby, really. I think I’ll just nap.”

“Nap? Like. . . all day?”

“Yeah, I’ll get better quicker,” he shrugged, grabbing the remote off of his nightstand to turn on a ‘background music’ show.

It was his version of white noise.

“Oh. Well then scoot over, I’ll nap with you.”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna just leave you here,” your response was earnest, almost like what you were saying was common knowledge.

The soft confusion in his eyes further dampened his features.

He looked miserable when he was sick. Eyes all red, and bags all full. His face was most vacant of color, all drawn to his nose where he consistently blew it. Leaving him would be like watching a dog get kicked and letting it limp down the street.

“Are you sure? I don't want you to get sick,” he said cautiously, sitting up but not yet inviting you in.

“Yeah I’m sure. I don’t care about catching a cold, I care about you being cooped up in here with your terrible watch list.”

“My shows aren’t bad [ your name ], normal people aren’t willing to watch the same eight Harry Potter movies over and over again.”

You scoffed as you crawled in, wrapping your arms around him from behind. He’d never admit it, but being little spoon when he was sick was one of his favorite natural remedies.

“Your brains all foggy right now, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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Unexpected Fate - Chapter 1

Chapter One - Conscription Day

Aliyah’s POV

The wind outside the conscription register was strong. The loose hair outside my two braids are flying in every direction. Looking up at the parapet in front of me my body shivers with anxiety. There are many families surrounding the line to become a candidate to the Riders quadrant of Basgiath, all crying and hugging with more strength than I have ever received. I stand in line-eyes forward, completely dissociated from my body-waiting to give my name and start the 250 step climb to what I can only assume is my certain death.

I have no family supporting me through my conscription, no family crying for me to change my mind. The family I have is at home, safe and indoors, and expecting an update on my success as a rider within a year. I was thrown into this burden, it was not a choice. Regardless of my want to be anywhere but this line, I hold no anger. I carried that weight for the year that I was forced to train for this moment. Now, I only hold acceptance, acceptance for what I am to endure if I manage to cross the parapet.

I’m broken out of my mindless state with a gentle tap to my shoulder. I quickly look behind me to be greeted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen, just as blue as my own. The man behind me, with blond hair and the muscles of someone who has been training hard for this moment, kindly gestures me forward. I shake my head and start to walk towards the register.

“Looked like you were deep in thought there, my name’s Liam.” He offers me his hand to shake. I notice his rebellion relic that peeks out of his long shirt, at his wrist, and what I thought was my subtle glance was noticed by the blond as his smile slackens. I quickly meet his gaze and offer my own smile as I shake his strong hand.

“I’m Aliyah”, I gesture to his relic, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I haven’t seen a relic up close”. I start to admire what little of the markings I can see. “Minus the history behind it, it is quite beautiful. As I glance up Liam is intensely staring at me. I go to apologize until he smiles, showing me how it lights up his eyes.

“What brought you here?” Liam questions me. I stand taller and quickly answer, “My family, they needed me here so here I am”. I end my answer with finality, details aren’t important when entering a death college. That’s if I manage to make the trek across the parapet without falling to my death before I even begin.

“Name” the cadet at the register demands, without looking up from her parchment. “Aliyah Zarella” I say and nod back towards Liam with a small smile as I start up the spiraling steps of the Riders turret. My heart starts to race with each slow step, following the line of the candidates in front of me. I distance myself once again to my surroundings. My eyes stay ahead but my mind is elsewhere. I’m thinking of the daisies in the front of my home, the sun that peaked over the mountain cliffs that I viewed from my bedroom window. I’m quietly missing the peace of the early morning that I have always cherished. There’s no beauty here, there’s hard stone and gray walls. The mourning smell of fear and sweat, there are no more bright days.

I’m broken out of my memories when I accidentally look down the middle of the torrent and see how high up Liam and I have climbed. Before I start to let my fears start to fester, there’s a strong squeeze to my shoulder, effectively grabbing my attention to Liam behind me. “How long have you been preparing for this day?”

A year”, and those blue eyes widen slightly with disbelief. “It wasn’t what I thought I’d be doing for my life” I answer honestly. Knowing that it’s a statement we both share.

“Is your balance good”? He looks me up and down and I see a quick assessment of my current chances.

“Balance is fine, it’s the fighting that will get me.” I try to ease his critiquing with a joke. Liam only stares back. “When you’re on the parapet, don’t look down. You’ll fall into all the fears you’re trying to keep locked up right now. Keep your arms out, don’t put a foot forward until you’re sure this storm isn’t pushing you off. Focus on getting to the other side, so I can have a real conversation with you” he ends with an amused smirk.

Now it’s my turn to stare. I start to thank him, truthfully, but we have reached our destination and I have to give my name to the marked roll keeper. Liam and I lock eyes before I walk forward and cross the entrance to our challenge.

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The wind is intense, it’s the first thing I feel. It’s all consuming, just distracting enough to keep me from looking below at the barely visible ground. With arms outstretched I keep my steps precise. The advice Liam had just given sits in the back of my mind as I try to convince myself that I’m not walking the parapet of a war college, but instead I’m back in Lucera, walking along the mountain trails. My rucksack isn’t packed with a bouquet of daggers but instead the bundle of pink bittersweet I always managed to have. I’m not surrounded by an incoming storm but instead clear skies and grass plains, making the chill of the wind only a quiet tether to this new reality.

“You cannot fail, you cannot break” I mumble on repeat. I keep my focus on the overly full rucksack of the candidate in front of me, a man with broad shoulders. I can’t see his features but I see how tense his shoulders are as they hold his arms outstretched like my own. You cannot fail, you cannot break. You cannot fail, you cannot break.

I’m walking steadily, keeping myself a good five feet away from the man in front of me. I feel the wind picking up, pushing against my sides. A push that my body is heavily fighting to stay upright against. My ankle rolls at a crack in the stone path, my body falling forward to a kneel and my fear and stress starts to push away my mental images of Lucera.

The panic that has been building since this morning burst out and I'm suddenly hyperventilating. I can’t look away from the stone below. “Don’t stop!” a deep voice shouts behind me. I jerk my head backwards and I see bright blue eyes, piercing through the stormy sky, looking right at me with an intensity I haven’t felt before. Liam brings me back to reality, just enough that I slowly stand upright and continue to follow the rucksack in front of me. Gaining my footing and pace to once again fight against the monstrous winds. Please let Liam cross.

I continue to start, continue to walk, continue to mumble for I don’t know how long. All until I reach the Rider that waits in the hole in the wall, marking the end of my first challenge. My heart is racing, my mind is as numb as my fingers from the loss of heat. I don’t know how I manage to respond to the Rider to give my name. I find myself still walking forward until I eventually press my back against the stone on the side of the courtyard. I allow myself to look at the ground, trying to ground myself with the visual.

My hands press against the stone and I wiggle my toes in my combat boots to feel the ground, to feel my ‘safety’. Time is still lost until for the third time today there is pressure on my shoulders. My rucksack is being removed from my back and I'm turned around to stare at Liam. Instinct shoots my hand out to his bicep with a grip that stops him in his tracks.

“You made it”, he assures me. As if he can look into my soul and know the change the parapet has already caused. He continues to bring my pack next to his on the ground and places his hand overtop mine.

“You made it” I repeat to him. I continue to stare, until a laugh bubbles up and lets loose without my consent. He chuckles in response and continues to hold my gaze until my mind catches us to what is our new reality. We are in the courtyard of the Riders quadrant on conscription day, no longer Candidates but Cadets.

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Here is chapter 1 of Unexpected Fate. Please let me know what you all think! I'm excited to keep writing and continuing this story I hope you are excited to continue reading.

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ticklystuff · 1 year

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Xiao’s (Not) Ticklish

A/N: Part 2 of my @squealing-santa gift for @ticklefits! Thank you to @hypahticklish for organizing the event! You can read part 1 here

Pairings used:

zhongli / childe*

xiao / aether

Prompts used:

i am literally always a sucker for wrestling / sparring turning into a tickle fight thanks 🙏🏾]

ler insisting that the lee isn’t ticklish at all and the lee has to prove to the ler that they very much are eheheh

I saw multiple prompts and pairings that I enjoyed and couldn’t pick just one! Although the stories take place in the same setting, I wouldn’t consider either a prequel/sequel to the other. I also tried to give enough context to each one, so that both could be read without having to read the other. Also, sorry, these aren’t Christmas themed lol

I thought the prompt for this was really unique, so I wanted to give it a shot, but it was also really challenging and I don’t think I followed it towards the end. Still, I hope it’s enjoyable!

Word Count: ~2.8k

Characters: lee!Xiao, ler!Aether

Summary: Xiao may or may not be ticklish.

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"Whoo! C'mon, Childe!"

Xiao's stomach did a little flip as the redhead flashed a wink in response to Aether's cheers. There was nothing more he detested than arrogance and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, which just prompted cheeky giggles from Childe. "Do you actually think that Rex Lapis would lose to someone like him?" he scoffed. There was a genuine look of belief in Aether's expression and Xiao almost pitied his naïveté, but coming from Aether made it somewhat endearing. He was surprised when the blond made a bet that Childe would win and Xiao thought that he might be half-joking.

"I think he's a perfectly capable warrior and he adapts quickly," Aether said with a nod, "though, I've yet to personally face Zhongli in combat. Still, it seems like he's doing really well right now."

Those words had come a little too soon, however, as a sudden yelp drew Xiao and Aether's attention back to the field. Where Childe and Zhongli once stood as equals was now replaced with a different scene. Zhongli had somehow managed to knock Childe to the ground, before straddling his waist to keep him pinned, the redhead's sparring weapon off to the side out of reach.

"The match is over," Zhongli's raspy voice could be heard throughout the field. The tiniest smirk crept onto Xiao's face, content knowing that Zhongli would never fall to a Harbinger.

Aether stood up in response, balling his fists together as he continued to cheer. "C'mon, Childe! Get up! You can still do it!"

"Both of you seriously underestimated Rex Lapis of all people," Xiao said, shaking his head disapprovingly at Childe's repeated refusals to surrender. There was a slight sense of satisfaction listening to Childe grovel for another fight, his denial stripping him of what little respect Xiao already held for him.

"Gosh, I jinxed him, huh," Aether said disappointedly, sitting back down next to Xiao when it was inevitable that Childe would be unable to throw Zhongli off.

Xiao prepared another snide remark about how no amount of jinxing would have changed the results, but a sudden outburst of laughter caught the two off-guard. Childe's demands were now replaced with frantic laughter and when Xiao squinted to see what exactly was happening, his eyes widened when he realized-

"Zhongli's tickling him?!" Aether completed Xiao's thoughts, mouth open in disbelief. "That's cheating!"

"Beating one's opponent doesn't always require combat," Zhongli said over Childe's laughter, as if he were answering Aether's complaints. "There are many methods to success that a warrior should utilize for the appropriate situation. You opted not to surrender when I defeated you in combat, so I have to resort to other methods."

"C'mohohohon! Fight mehehEHEHEhehe!" Childed pleaded again and again, his limbs becoming a frenzied blur as Zhongli continued tickling him.

Unable to tune out of the scene unfolding in front of them, Xiao found himself trapped in Childe's growing laughter, absorbing the laughter that now began to fill his brain. It was loud, it was obnoxious, it was annoying, yet Xiao couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of jealousy. He took a brief glance at Aether, watching his hands clench as he continued to cheer for Aether, wondering how it'd feel like to be in Childe's position under Aether's own hands. Tickling had always been something that had puzzled him; the ability to draw out laughter from simple touches was something he could not comprehend. This paired hand-in-hand with his curiosity and thus, Xiao often found himself yearning for something he himself did not understand. There was just one issue, though....

Xiao wasn't ticklish.

An unfortunate reality that he was constantly reminded of whenever the group had tickle fights, as if his own brain was mocking him. He wasn't sure if it was due to his status as a Yaksha, but any attempts at tickles or surprise tasers from Aether resulted in nothing, no tingly sensation that was described to him to run through his body. It got to the point where Aether noticeably gave up trying, instead opting to normal jump scares in an attempt to surprise him.

"Xiao?"

Xiao blinked in confusion, breaking out of his thoughts when he realized that the blond was staring at him with a perplexed expression. "Oh, yeah?"

"Oh, the fight is over," Aether chuckled. "Childe just gave in, but you didn't seem to be paying attention. We should go over to see how they're doing."

"Ah, right." Xiao nodded, standing up from his seat to follow the other to where the spar had occurred, pausing a bit when he realized that Childe was still being tickled just slightly.

"Stahahap! You sahahaid you'd stohohop!" Childe giggled uselessly, though Zhongli did finally stop once the two approached, removing himself from Childe to give the redhead a proper breather.

"Tickling?" Aether scoffed, shaking his head disappointedly. "A Fatui Harbinger lost to tickling of all things?"

Childe looked away, his cheeks becoming a slight tint of pink. "Why does it matter to you?" he huffed with exasperation.

"Xiao and I placed bets on who would win and I was rooting for you," Aether sighed. In truth, Xiao had completely forgotten about the bet. "Guess I owe him some almond tofu now."

"No need to shame him for it," Zhongli said to the group, walking over to Xiao and Aether. "I'm sure we're all similar in some way." Xiao's eyes widened when there was a sudden poke to his side. The lack of laughter proved, however, that he was indeed still not ticklish. His lack of reaction seemed to go unnoticed, though, as all attention was on Aether and the giggles that escaped his mouth in response.

"Well, at least we know the best way to deal with Childe now," Aether teased the redhead after recovering from his giggles, but that smile was soon wiped off his face when Childe immediately stood up, making a beeline for the blond, grabbing him by the waist before he could escape.

"Maybe I can't beat Zhongli now," Childe started as Aether howled in his grip, allowing his hands to freely tickle the exposed stomach, "but I can certainly prepare for a rematch by practicing everything I've learned from him. Hm, what do you say, comrade?"

There it was again; that sense of jealousy creeping back into his head as he listened to Childe tickle Aether senseless. His laughter was sweet, almost intoxicating, and Xiao couldn't help but wonder what would others think of his laughter if he were put in a similar situation. If it were possible, at least.

"Something's on your mind."

Xiao nearly jumped at the voice, whipping his head to see Zhongli standing beside him, looking at him with concern. "I-I'm just thinking about the tofu," he stammered, embarrassed that he was snuck up on so easily. He really had to stop giving tickling so much thought.

"If you say so," Zhongli said, but Xiao knew him well enough to know that he wasn't convinced.

"Congrats on your win, by the way," Xiao huffed exasperatedly. He gave Aether and Childe one last look, before turning and walking back to camp, Aether's laughter continuously ringing in his ears with each step.

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"Gosh, where did I put the almonds?"

Xiao watched Aether dig through his belongings, murmuring to himself about the missing almonds. His back was facing Xiao as he searched through the scattered items, allowing time for Xiao to wallow in his thoughts by his corner of the shared tent, contemplating on whether to ask Aether to try tickling him. The earlier scenes of Childe and Aether's tickle fight replayed in his head on loop, constantly teasing himself with something he could never have, but maybe he might still be ticklish, maybe they just haven't tried everything yet, maybe--

"Xiao, is something bothering you?"

"Huh?" He hadn't even realized that Aether had turned to look at him.

"You're sighing a lot," Aether pointed out, "and I can hear you fidgeting."

"Ah," he paused before speaking again, formulating his thoughts. "I suppose I have a strange request."

Aether blinked, but only responded with a nod, affirming that he was all ears.

"Do you, uh, would you mind, I guess, tickling me?" Xiao spoke quickly, nearly tripping over his words as he realized how ridiculous he probably sounded, eyes darting around the tent to avoid eye contact, bracing himself for any embarrassing questions or comments from the blond.

"Hmmm, but I thought you weren't ticklish." Despite the brief moment of silence, Aether's question came out naturally, much to Xiao's surprise, as if this was a normal conversation between the two. "I've tried many times already and I think Zhongli even tickled you earlier."

"I'm aware," Xiao sighed, "but I'd like to try again, if that's alright."

Aether nodded with a smile, patting the empty space next to him. "Sure, I guess we can give it another shot."

Xiao did as he directed, crawling on all fours to sit cross-legged beside the traveler. "I'm sure you're wondering why I asked for this," he mumbled, staring down at the grass that his fingers played with, hoping to hide the blush that was starting to spread across his face.

"Oh, I definitely have some questions for you," Aether mused with a laugh, positioning himself behind Xiao, "but I'm sure you have your reasons as well." Xiao smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have someone that he could easily confide in.

Not a second was wasted as Aether began poking and prodding at Xiao's sides, each jab more punctuated than the last. His fingers moved one after the other, uncoordinated as they moved up and down, before moving along to his stomach. Xiao could feel each poke through the thin material of his shirt, but there were no tingles to accompany that feeling. He waited patiently, awkwardly staring around the tent as Aether did his best to produce some kind of laughter.

"Feel anything yet?"

Xiao shrugged in response. "Can't say I do."

"Huh," he could hear Aether drone on, before removing his hands. "Sorry Xiao, I'm not sure this is going to work."

"Wait, uh, maybe a different spot," Xiao spoke quickly, not wanting to give up just yet. He lifted his arms up in the air and turned his head to look at Aether. "Maybe try here?"

Aether attempted once more, allowing his fingers to staccato along the bare skin just at the edge of Xiao's sleeve, but the results were still the same. He only gave Aether a few more seconds, before bringing his arms back down. "Sorry for dragging you into this," Xiao sighed disappointedly, knowing deep down that this whole thing was ridiculous. He brought himself to his feet, but was surprised when he felt Aether's hand now at his shoulder.

"Wait, I might have an idea," Aether said, the light in his eye giving Xiao the slimmest glimmer of hope. "Give me your hand real quick."

"My hand?" Xiao eyed his hand with confusion, before looking back at Aether. "You think my hands are ticklish?"

"Possibly, but I want to test something," Aether explained, gently taking Xiao's wrist and undoing his glove. "Let me see your palm."

Xiao watched as Aether bunched his fingers together, bringing his fingertips down onto the center of his own palm. "I didn't know that people can have sensitive hands, but-" His eyes suddenly widened at the slightest of tingles that traveled through his hand, a feeling most foreign to him. Aether's fingers were just slowly spreading out across the surface of his palm, yet a sensation shot up his arm to his head from the subtle movement, one that his brain failed to comprehend.

"W-What is this?" Xiao managed, perplexed as he watched his fingers involuntarily twitch in Aether's grip.

"Do you feel something?" Xiao figured Aether already had his answer based off of his triumphant grin. "You're ticklish, Xiao."

"M-My hands?"

"Yeah, but I think there might be more to it," Aether said, gently releasing Xiao's wrist, before standing up and taking a seat behind Xiao, just like before. "Ready to see if I can get you to laugh?"

"Huh?"

Aether's hands made themselves present at Xiao's sides once more, except this time, the pokes and prods from before were replaced by light touches, just barely noticeable through his shirt, and for the first time, Xiao could feel what felt like laughter beginning to well up from inside his chest. "How-?!"

"I told you, Xiao," Aether said, his fingertips applying just the slightest pressure as they spidered up his sides. "You're ticklish."

"I-I don't understahahand." His own giggles caught him off-guard, feeling each of Aether's fingers skim against his shirt. His reactions were a total one-eighty from just a few minutes ago. How was Aether doing this?

"You're just like my sister," Aether stated, spreading his fingers along Xiao's sides, before having them reconvene at a center point and then repeating the process. "She's not that responsive to rougher tickles, but ones like these are able to get her to laugh. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner, though. We're going to have to make up for all the tickle fights you missed out on."

Xiao was barely able to comprehend what Aether was saying because he was already reduced to breathless giggles, squirming in Aether's grip as the blond's fingers began traversing to his stomach, gently gliding across every inch he could reach. "Ahahahaha! Aethehheher!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Aether tutted, using one arm to hold Xiao in place, while the other skittered softly around his stomach. "You're the one that asked for tickles."

"Hehehehahaha!" Xiao squealed, kicking his legs uselessly and sucking in his stomach in an attempt to dodge Aether's hand, but it was useless, feeling the way Aether's fingers would methodically drum against his abdomen repeatedly like raindrops.

The different sensations created a sense of conflict. On one hand, the feeling of helplessness nearly triggered his usual fight-or-flight response that would normally occur during a fight. However, the tingly sensations that washed over his brain overwhelmed those alarm bells that rang in his head, allowing Xiao to fully experience this new feeling of euphoria that he had been deprived of. He knew how silly he looked, but for just this moment, Xiao gave himself permission to enjoy it, leaning back into Aether's chest as the tent was filled with those lovely giggles.

"Having fun?" Although it was a genuine question, Xiao couldn't help but try to press his face into Aether's chest to hide the creeping blush.

"Ahahaha!" He squealed freely, but those giggles soon died down when Aether removed his hands, only to place them atop Xiao's shoulders. He craned his head to look at Aether expectantly, half-hoping it wasn't actually over.

"Lift your arms," Aether said, waiting for Xiao to react. "We can try tickling your underarms again."

Xiao blinked at him, taking a moment to react, but he did as he was told, squeezing his eyes shut with anticipation. It didn't take long for Aether's hands to crawl from the top of his shoulders and repeating those gentle motions to tickle him and Xiao yelped in response, bringing his arms down to clamp Aether's hands in place "I-I cahahant dohoho ihihihit!" he giggled, despite the lack of tickling.

"Yes, you can," Aether said with mock determination. "I can't tickle you if your arms are down like this."

Xiao whined, but reluctantly brought his arms back up when Aether didn't budge. The second he lifted his arms, those fingers were back at it again, scribbling away with feather light touches. He had to fight every urge to bring his arms back down, uselessly swaying in place as his laughter flowed nonstop. Aether was clearly amused by his reactions, based off of the way he giggled alongside him, but Xiao didn't mind. The experience was new, yet exciting, and Xiao found it more enjoyable that he was able to share it with someone that he could fully trust.

"Gahahahahaha!" he laughed, using every ounce of effort to keep himself still, but eventually giving in, the tickling coming to a stop once he let his arms down. He sunk into Aether's chest, that feeling of exhilaration still with him as he looked up at the blond.

Aether laughed as Xiao continued to recover from the bout of tickling. "Alright, I'd say you're done here."

"Y-Yeah," Xiao breathed, still catching his breath with a smile.

"How was it?"

"It was," Xiao muttered, barely able to properly string his thoughts together for a coherent sentence. "I think it was fun. You're a good tickler."

Aether blushed and looked away with a laugh. "I'm not sure that's something to be proud of, but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'd continue, but I have dinner to take care of tonight. Oh, and your almond tofu too!"

"Wait, Aether?"

"Hm?"

Xiao took a moment to word his thoughts, already embarrassed for what he was going to say. "For winning the bet, instead of making almond tofu for me, do you think, uhm, we could try this again sometime?"

Aether smiled and scoffed. "Of course, Xiao. You never have to ask."

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