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samandcolbyownme · 6 months

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Summary: Anon request - "can you PLEASEE give us something super smutty, super kinky, halloween themed either both sam and colby or just colby. kinda like the halloween one you did for sam?"

Basically, this will be reader at a Halloween party and they decide to mess with an ouija board and Colby gets attached to reader, but doesn't reveal himself until reader is home.

Warnings: SMUT18+, Strong language, alcohol consumption, drunk actions, demon! Colby possesses reader, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both), choking, hair pulling, scratching, filth

Word count: 4.7k | somewhat edited

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“Alright guys.” Ray says as he claps to get everyone’s attention, “Halloween game time.”

You walk into the living room, shocked at what you see, "No." You hold up your hand, pointing to the board lying in the middle of the circle, "No. fucking. Way."

The group groans, trying to convince you, "Come on, you really believe in that?" One says. Another chimes in, "It's all fake anyway."

You roll your eyes, "You have no idea what you're messing with. Plus, you all are fucking drunk."

"Come on." Your best friend, Amelia grabs your wrist as you stand up, "You don't have to touch it, but just stay with me.." she laughs slightly, "Moral support."

"You know this could get bad. Fast." You whisper as you lean in, “I am always saying how these things are a bad idea.”

“Can you please just stay.” She more or less demands, and you lean into her, squinting, "You're scared, aren’t you?”

She scoffs, "N-no.. u just.. can you just please?"

You sigh, "Fine. Fine. But I'm not touching that thing."

You sit there, watching as the guys across from you argue about how to get started.

"How do you- where's the instructions?"

You sigh, "You're supposed to cleanse the board first, and it would be better if you would stop-" you watch as someone spills alcohol on the board and you sigh, "Drinking."

"Lighten up, y/n." Sam says nudging you, "What? Are you afraid that we'll let all the dark spirits in?" He laughs, "Hell is empty tonight. So.." he leans over, "Can't summon something if it's already here, right?"

You rolled your eyes, you felt like the only sober one there.

"Alright, everyone, one finger on.. this thing." Ray says pointing to the pointer, "oh, and someone kill the lights."

You close your eyes one the lights flick off and everyone but you puts a finger on the pointer.

"Just do it."

You look at Amelia, "Did you say something?" She shakes her head, "No." you look over at Sam, "Did you say something?" He shakes his head, "No." a smirk grows on his face, "Hearing things already?"

You roll your eyes and sigh, "Fine. Fine." You lean forward, laying your pointer finger on the pointer, "Fuck me."

"Trust me.."

You close your eyes, shaking your head. You regret even being at this party.

You want to take your finger off the pointer but you physically can't.

It's like it's glued there.

Stuck.

"If there is any spirits here, we'd like to talk." Jace says with a slight laugh and you tilt your head as you stare at him.

"Jace, you have to ask nicely. They need to feel safe." You say looking up at him, "We welcome the friendly, positive spirits to talk to us."

The pointer starts to move, "Oh shit." Sam looks up, "Yo, who's doing that?" Sam laughs slightly, "That's not funny."

Everyone denies.

It moves to H then slides over to the I.

"Hi?" You all say in unison, "Hello."

You look at Amelia, "Ask it something." She goes wide eyed, "Are you fucking nuts?"

You sigh, "Fine. I'll do it. What is your name?"

The pointer starts moving, going to C.

Then O.

Then L.

Then E.

"Cole? Is your name Cole?" You ask and it slides to YES.

"Are you a demon?" Jace asks and you all look at him. You shake your head, "You don't-"

The pointer slides to MAYBE, making everyone shut up.

You try to take your finger off but it still feels stuck, and you hear a quiet whisper, "Stay."

"You can't just ask shit like that, Jace." Ray says, "Are you stupid!?"

"What? Are you scared?" Jace says with a laugh, "You said you don't believe in this shit."

The pointer moves, sliding to the letters A, S, K.

“This isn’t supposed to move on its own… right?” Amelia asks quietly as she looks over at you. You shrug and look over at Sam.

"Ask?" Sam whispers, "How many of you are there?"

The pointer moves to 1.

"So it has to be just one." Amelia looks at you and back to the board, "Are you Cole?"

“That was already asked.” Jace says with an eye roll, but the pointer slides to YES, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks and before you can correct his question, the pointer moves to each letter that spells out your name.

“Y/n..”

"Fuck no. No!" You yank your hand away, "Who did that?" You look around and they all shrug, "I'm serious. Who fucking did that?" Your voice is in a high pitch and you sigh, "I’m done."

You stand up but you get dizzy and stumble backwards. Amelia and Sam stand up, holding onto you.

"Whoa, you alright?" Sam looks down at you, concern on his face, "y/n."

"I’m not gonna hurt you."

You shake your head slightly, "Yeah." You stand up straight, "I'm fine." You smooth out your costume and walk to the bathroom, Amelia on your tail, "What happened?"

You stop, whipping around, "What do you mean what happened? Those idiot fucks moved it to scare me because I didn't want to do it."

"Then why did you?" She holds her hands out and shrugs.

"I felt like I had to." You look at her, "Like something was telling me to."

She walks up to you, laughing slightly, "that's called peer pressure, y/n."

"It wasn't.." you sigh, knowing you're just wasting your breath, "Yeah.. you're probably right." You look up as she walks into the bathroom and you see a shadow standing at the end of the hall.

"Jace? Ray? Sam? Come on guys this isn't funny." You slowly walk towards the shadow, preparing yourself for one of them to lunge at you with a 'boo'.

"You okay?" Sam peaks his head around the corner from in the living room and you look at him. Your eyes move back to where the shadow was, and it's gone.

"Yeah, I'm just seeing shit now." You sigh, "I thought you'd never fuck with an ouija board, Sam."

He shrugs, "Peer pressure."

"That's what I said!" Amelia says in a sing song tone as she walks back into the living room. Sam looks you up and down, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, that'll do that to you when your name is spelled on one of those things." You laugh slightly, "I just don't-"

"Listen." Sam walks up to you, "It was probably just Jace or Ray playing a stupid prank. I'm sure it wasn't anything. They didn't even do it right."

You shrug, "If I go missing, I'm blaming them."

Sam laughs and looks back the group in the living room, "Come on, I'll drive you home."

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It kept replaying in your head. The pointer moving to each letter. The shocked and scared expressions from everyone.

They couldn't fake the genuine shock, especially with majority of them being drunk.

"Do you think it was real?" You ask looking over at Sam in the drivers seat. He shrugs and rests his elbow on the center console, "I mean, maybe.. but like I said, they didn't do it right. So if anything were to happen, it'll probably be to them."

He laughs and you sigh, "I'm serious Sam. When I was going to the bathroom, I swear I saw something in the hallway, just standing there."

"I'm sure it was just that stupid fake tree that Leah got Jace to buy. I'm sure it was nothing but your imagination feeding off your fear."

You nod, "Yeah, you're probably right." You laugh at yourself, "I'm such a scaredy cat on Halloween."

He looks over at you as he pulls into the driveway, "Yeah. You're telling me." He rolls his eyes playfully and laughs.

You look at the door to your house, "Do you wanna come hang out for a little bit, just until I'm not scared?"

He turns the car off, "Yeah, I can."

You make your way inside and as you open the door, you see the same shadow you saw in the hallway of Jace's apartment standing over by the door to your kitchen.

You quickly flip the lights on and it's gone.

"That shadow was there again." You point and Sam moves in between you and the door, "Stay here." He goes to check it out, coming back out a few minutes later, "No one is here."

You shut the door and sigh, "I knew that was a bad idea. I should have next touched that thing."

"You know, I heard stories or people burning them or throwing them out and they reappear in the spot they were in last." Sam walks to the couch, plopping down and you just glare at him, "Not helping."

"You don't have one of those here do you?" Sam looks back to you and you shake your head, "Hell fucking no."

"Then you should be good." Sam laughs and turns back to the tv.

"I'm going to go for a shower. I'll be back down." You make your way up stairs, undoing the corset on your costume and taking a deep breath.

You move around the room, looking over your shoulder when you feel like someone is watching you, "Sam?" You call out as you walk out into the hallway.

"Still on the couch." He yells back and you laugh slightly, "Alright."

You walk back into your room and close your door as you finish getting undressed when you suddenly feel frozen.

You can't move.

You move your eyes around, trying not to freak out.

"Relax, babe."

"Mm." You whimper as your lips are pressed shut. You feel a hand drag up your back, "I'm not going to hurt you."

A man walks around your left side, stopping when he gets infront of you.

You couldn't lie, he was hot, but you were more worried on how he got into your house. Past Sam on the couch.

"If I let you go, will you stay quiet?" The man asks as he brushes your cheek.

You try to nod, but you can't, "Mhm."

You feel your body relax and you sigh, "How the fu-"

"Lower.. your voice." He walks around and presses his chest against your back, "Don't you want to know who I am?"

"N-no." You hesitate because you were intrigued by him, but you also didn't want to die.

"You won't die, baby."

You look over your shoulder at him confused. He chuckles, "I can read your mind, so that means I also know that you find me intriguing, but you're still scared."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Cole, but I go by Colby. Or-" he laughs, "did. I did go by Colby before.. ya know."

Your eyes go wide, "So that was real?"

"What the ouija board?" He nods, "Oh yeah, that was all me."

"You spelled out my name. Why?" You turn to face him, "Why me?"

"Because I like you. Your energy intrigues me as well." He runs his fingers along the open seams of your costumes, "Why don't you pick up where you left off, yeah?"

You bite your lip, multiple things going through your head.

He sighs, "Alright. I'll answer those questions because you're giving me a headache." He chuckles and steps back, "My name is Colby, or Cole. I am in fact a demon, and I died when I was twenty four, but that conversation is for another time."

You blink, trying to comprehend what he just said.

"And yes. That was me controlling you, I can honestly make you do anything I want you to, but if you're a good girl and do as I say, I won't have to." He winks and walks over to the bed, plopping down onto his side.

"How.. I mean.." you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. You sigh and look up at him, "I thought demons had horns and black eyes or other creepy features.."

Colby chuckles, "I have horns, yes. But like what I said about making you do things, i can make you see things, too."

As you stare at him, his image flashes in your mind and you see him with horns and his blue eyes are black. You blink and look back at him and he's normal looking.

"Crazy right?" He sighs and heaves himself forward to sit up, "I can walk amongst the living, just like this and I can even control more than one person.. if I wanted to."

"Why are you here?" You cross your arms, feeling a chill run down your spine as he walks up to you. He looks into your eyes and they flash quickly from blue to black, "Because you want me here."

"I don't remember ordering a demon off Uber Eats." You snap and he laughs, "You're funny and pretty? Jackpot."

He walks around you, his hand sending a tingle through your shoulder as he touches it, "The devil himself would love you. You know why?"

"Why?" You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze and he smirks, "Because you portray yourself as an angel, but really you're just as nasty as me."

Your heart beat picks up pace and it makes Colby smirk, "You don't have to be nervous, darling." He tucks hair behind your ear and sighs, "I won't hurt you. Not unless you want me to."

He winks and you feel a warmth spreading over your body.

"What do you want from me?" You chew on your inner cheek and he stares into your eyes, "What I want from you right now, is for these clothes to come off."

Your hands move to finish taking off your costume, leaving yourself naked infront of him.

"You're such a treasure." He licks his lips and steps towards you, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I-I don't-"

Colby cuts you off, "I can read your thoughts, baby. But that's not enough for me. I need to hear you say it."

You clench your jaw, trying to keep the thoughts out, but you couldn't. They were strong and you didn't know where they were coming from.

"Are you putting these thoughts into my head?" You look up at him and he shakes his head, "I am not. That's all you, baby."

You're shocked. Shocked because you're so turned on by him when you really should be petrified.

"There's no reason to be afraid of me, baby. The only people I hurt is people that deserve it, and you my dear, are far from deserving of that." He smiles, "I'm here to serve you, if you will."

"Serve me?" You swallow, "What do-"

He cuts you off with his lips on yours and you immediately become his. You can't explain it, but it feels like you belong to him.

His hands move into your hips, warming the skin as he squeezes, "Fuck." He leans back and shakes his head, "Tell me you need me."

"I need you." You whimper out quietly.

He tilts his head, "do you?"

You nod, "Yes." You felt like it was him making you say that, but he assures you it's not.

You pull him back into you, kissing his lips only to pull away when there's a knock on your door, "Y/n? You good?" Sam jiggles the door knob, but you don't remember locking the door.

"I locked it." Colby makes you look at him and his eyes flash black, causing you to stare into them as he speaks, "Tell him you're going to bed."

"I'm going to bed."

"Oh... alright. Well I'm just going to crash on your couch if that's okay." Sam says from in the hallway.

You look over at Colby and he nods.

"Yeah, no that's fine, Sam." You bite your lip, "Goodnight."

"Yeah.. night.." he walks away mumbling to himself and Colby appears in front of you, "Now let me show you something cool."

He stares at you and you feel a pleasure sensation slowly consume you. You furrow your brows, taking a deep breath as you try not to moan.

"Let it out baby, don't fight it." Colby whispers and you moan almost instantly.

Colby smirks, waking around your body, "I can make you feel things without even touching you." You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering close as you feel the feeling you get right before you're about to cum.

And then it stops.

You whimper, sad the feeling is gone.

"Don't worry baby. We have all night. Well." He looks at the clock on your wall and shrugs, "At least until midnight, so we better get to it yeah?"

You look at the clock that reads eleven twelve, "why midnight?"

"We can leave hell empty all night, baby. But let's not worry about that right now." He pulls you to him, lifting you up and your legs wrap around his waist.

He walks you over to the bed, "Spread your legs for me, I haven't tasted pussy in years." He kisses down your body and you bite your lip as gets closer to your clit.

You arch your back, moaning out as his tongue drags up between your folds, "Fuck." You look down at him and his eyes flash black, his voice ringing in your ears as his tongue laps at your pussy, "Don't cum until I tell you to cum."

You nod, closing your eyes as you lay your head back, whimpering out his name.

His voice rings in your ears again, "Say my name, baby."

"Colby.. fuck, yes, Colby." You arch your back, moaning out as your hand slides to his hair, pulling slightly which earns a moan from him.

You look back down at him, biting your lip as you lock eyes with him.

You freeze when you feel the feeling of two fingers slip into you, but his hands are still on your hips, digging his nails into your skin.

Your eyes roll back and you let out a loud groan, "Oh my god."

Colby pulls away, "God's not here baby. You're dancing with the devil tonight."

His words make your lips part and the feeling of being finger fucked heightens. Colby watches you as he controls how you feel.

Your legs start to shake as you approach orgasm, but Colby is holding you back from it, "a little longer baby. Can you do that for me?"

You nod quickly, gasping as his hand moves to rub circles onto your clit, "Tell me."

"I-I can.. I can.. I can.." You needed to cum, and you needed to cum bad, "Please? Please Colby."

"Please Colby what, baby?" He watches as you look up at him, "please let me cum."

He smirks and sighs, "Since you asked nicely." He bites his lip, tilting his head as he pulls his hand away, "Cum."

Your body explodes with pleasure. Your thighs press together and you're pulling the sheets off of the mattresses.

The best orgasm you've ever had.

"I take pride in that, baby. Thank you." He leans down, kissing your lips as you breathe heavy, "I'm only here to give you the absolute best pleasure you'll ever get."

You smirk up at him, in awe of his power, "Don't ever leave."

He chuckles and stands back up, "I wish, but if you only knew what it's like down there. Devil runs a strict schedule."

You can't help but laugh and his face goes serious, "I'm not kidding."

Your smile disappears and he can't help but laugh, "Nah, I'm just playing. But I will be back. I can tell you that right now." He slips his shirt off and starts to undo the belt on his jeans, "you won't ever get rid of me."

And you were weirdly okay with that.

You bit your lip as you watch the demon before you undress and walk over to you.

"On your knees, baby."

Your body moves from the bed and drops to the floor, "Not fair."

"Never said I was." He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him, "You can always tell me to stop. But I know you don't want me to."

"No." You whisper and he tilts his head, "No what, baby?"

"Don't stop."

He chuckles, "That's what I thought." He takes his hand away and you part your lips, waiting for the head of his cock to enter.

He lets out a low, deep moan as you work your head down onto his cock, bobbing it and hallowing out your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're better than i ever imagined." He lays a hand on the back of your head and you feel that finger fuck feeling again. You moan around his cock and close your eyes.

"Eyes on me, baby."

You look up at him, whimpering as you feel the pleasure work its ways up your body, legs shaking below you.

"Such a beautiful sight." Colby groans, "fuck, yeah. Keep going." His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling tight as he pushes your head down more.

You gag around him and he pulls your head off, eyes flashing black, "Stand up."

The pleasure stops completely as you rise to your feet, obeying his order.

"Get on your hands and knees." He nods towards the bed and you comply, walking over to the bed and bending over for him.

He walks up behind you, bringing his hand up to let it fall with a quick smack to your one asscheek. You wince, biting your lip, "Do it again."

Colby chuckles, "Since when did you become the one in charge?"

You clench your jaw and look back at him and his eyes flash black, "You won't be able to cum until I say you can." He winks, flashing you a smirk before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, "How's that?"

You roll your eyes and he gasps, "Are we catching an attitude? Last time I checked.." He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back and looking down at you, "You weren't the demon in this situation, now, not another word until I tell you."

You bite down on your lip, whimper as you feel his fingers slide up and down your slit, "You're soaked, darling, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds."

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds, slowly pushes past them, "Fuck." You rest your head down on the bed, moaning out loudly.

"That's it." Colby groans as he pushes his hips against your ass. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you back and holding you on him, listening to each moan and whimper that slips through your lips.

"Let's hear em, babe." He slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in, hard. You gasp, moaning loudly he keeps a slow and hard pace, "You sound so pretty."

You grip the sheets, pulling as you try and push back, but you're frozen again, all you can do is moan, hoping he lets you speak.

"You wanna speak, baby?" He taunts, "you wanna tell me how good my cock feels?"

You whimper in response, clenching around his cock and he sigh, "Alright baby. Tell me how good you feel."

"So fucking good." You scream out, "please.." you whimper, "Please don't stop."

"I won't, darling, but you have me so close already." He brings a hand down, slapping the skin of your asscheek, "You are fucking.." he groans and squeezes your ass, railing into you.

"Hands behind your back and keep them there."

Your hands move, laying on your lower back like they're tied together, a moaning, unraveling mess under his control.

And you loved it.

"I knew you couldn't turn me away." Colby moans out, laying a hand over your wrists and holding them, using them to pull you back into his thrusts, "Do you want to be choked?"

"Yes, but I want you to touch me." You squeeze your eyes shut and lift your head slightly as you feel his hand slide up your body and around to the front of your neck.

He pulls you up so you're on your knees, "No one has ever had this much power over me." He whispers in your ear, "No one."

You smirk slightly at both his words and his hand squeezing your neck.

"Such a dirty girl, I know exactly where you're going when it's your time." He thrusts into you, his thrusts quickly getting sloppy, "And I'll be waiting for you."

You moan and tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder, "Colby." You whimper out, "P-please."

He smirks, "Words, baby. I need you to use your words."

"Let me cum.." you moan out, "P-pl-" he squeezes your neck tighter, cutting off your words. He runs his nose up and down your cheek, "If you cum, that means you're mine. No one else's."

A squeak slips from your throat, "Y-yes."

"I mean it." He bites down on your ear lobe, "I know you have a crush on Sam.." you bite down on your lip and he sighs, "But I guess he can suffice when I'm not able to come to you right away."

Your eyes go wide and Colby chuckles, "I'm just kidding. He touches you and I'll snap his fucking neck."

You can't help but moan as you clench around him, “No one but you.” You whisper out, “P-please Colby.”

“Do you mean it?” His thrusts are slow, as he’s trying not to cum himself, “Be honest with me baby.”

Instantly, “Yes, yes, only you. Only you.”

He glances at the wall and tsks his tongue, “Gotta go soon baby. Lay on your back for me.”

You roll over after he pulls out and he immediately slides back into you, a moan pulled from your lips. Colby brushes hair from your face, staring down at you as you look up at him.

You see his natural look flash and a smile grows on his face, “It’s the horns right?”

You bite your lip and nod and he chuckles, “Yeah. Maybe next time I’ll wear em for ya.” He winks and begins to thrusts again, biting down on his lower lip as he watches your face scrunch up.

“C-Colby, please.” Your legs wrap around his waist and your nails drag up his back, forming red lines, “Fuck.”

He says nothing as he watches you beg for him.

You let out a whine, laying a hand on his cheek, “Please.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours before leaning just an inch away, “Cum.”

Your back arches up, a pornographic moan ripping from your lips as your orgasm tears its way through your body.

Colby moans with you, as he fills you with his cum, “that’s it baby. Let it all out.” He watches you twist and turn, trying to get yourself under control, but you quickly realize that you’ll never be in control with Colby.

“Alright, relax, darling.”

You rest into the bed as your chest rises and falls quickly as the dizziness fills your head.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, baby. Don’t go too far.” Colby chuckles and when you open your eyes, you’re alone.

You sit up, pulling a blanket around yourself as you frown at the clock on the wall that reads midnight.

You shake your head, wondering if this actually happened or if it was all just an alcohol induced dream, but the quick settling pain in your legs as you stand up, makes it known to you that it’s definitely a reality and not a dream.

You look in the mirror, laughing slightly as you find yourself missing Colby.

You swore you’d never touch a Oujia board, but now, you’re kinda, in a very weird way, happy you did.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

This is kinda short in my opinion, so sorry about that! But I have ideas for a part 2 on this! I have many many requests that I’m going to try and power through, so part 2’s will be on hold for right now!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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cheeseanonioncrisps · 1 year

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So like, it's okay to be good and nobody is born evil and anyone can change the path they're on, yadda yadda yadda, but I actually think one of the biggest lessons Megamind learns over the course of the film is the shocking revelation that actions have consequences.

I'm not even kidding. When you put aside the whole 'evil' thing, one of Megamind's biggest flaws is his entirely screwed up notion of cause and effect.

Like, the whole reason the plot happens is because it apparently never occurred to Megamind that 'carrying out elaborate plots to kill Metroman' could ever result in 'dead Metroman'. Nor that creating a new hero with the specific motivation of defeating him, Megamind, could lead to negative consequences for him, Megamind. Or that riling said hero up into a murderous rage could have the unforeseen consequence of that hero raging around murderously.

Dude spent at least a few years kidnapping Roxanne, threatening her with alligators and lasers and various other villainous knick-knacks, only to disguise himself as somebody else and lie to her until she fell in love with this fake identity he'd created and is genuinely shocked when she is upset upon finding this out.

Not just that she did find out, but that post-her finding out he is unable to talk her into continuing the relationship.

“We don't judge a book by its cover or a person by their appearance… we judge them based on their actions.”

“Seems kinda petty, don't you think?”

Megamind may be a genius when it comes to inventions and evil plans, but he's a fucking idiot when it comes to predicting and anticipating the obvious results of his actions.

And thing is, it makes total sense why he would be like that.

He spent his childhood being consistently punished by the adults in his life, often for no reason that he could understand or even for no reason at all. As a result, he stops viewing punishment as a consequence of his behaviour and starts seeing it as a consequence of him being 'evil', which of course leads to him leaning into his evil persona and eventually becoming a supervillain.

And, as a supervillain, ironically enough, he's completely sheltered from consequence by his greatest enemy, Metroman.

Megamind doesn't need to worry about his evil plans hurting any citizens, because Metroman will use his powers to save them. Megamind doesn't have to worry about the damage he does to the city, because Metroman can fix it.

Megamind does in theory have to worry about social consequences for his behaviour, but the social consequences are being locked in prison and having everybody hate him which is like, the default status quo of his existence since he was a baby.

He literally calls the prison as 'home', a word he does not use to refer to his Evil Lair or indeed anywhere else in the film barring his home planet. Going there is an inconvenience, maybe, but it's not really a punishment. It's where he lives.

Metroman's 'death' changes all that.

Not only does one of Megamind's evil plans finally destroy something that (seemingly) can't be fixed, but he's then turned loose on the city with no superhero to run around after him cleaning up his mess.

Now, if he steals all the artwork in the gallery, then Metro City will no longer have artwork in it's gallery, and people (Roxanne) will miss it and be upset. If he doesn't take care to clean the streets then the streets… will be dirty, and people (Roxanne) will be negatively affected.

If he gives a random, unstable, person superpowers and then goes out of his way to piss that person off, then that person can't be guaranteed upon to “play the game” just because that's what Metroman did, and people (Megamind… then everybody else) will be negatively affected.

And the flipside of this is that, by the end of the film, he wins the battle because he realises "hey, I can change this". If his negative actions have negative consequences then he can choose to do the positive thing instead and save the city.

#megamind #megamind meta #megamind analysis

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mieeaahhh · 2 months

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All for the game headcannons (so so so many)

(might delete because I’m embarrassed)

-Aaron and Andrew hang out at least once a week because bee said they should give it a try and then once they graduate and live separately they call once a week instead.

-Aaron has a slightly stronger southern accent than the rest of the foxes and they like ‘mock’ him by repeating what he says sometimes. (idk if that makes sense and I’m not American so idek if he’d have a southern accent I just saw other people saying the foxes would😰)

-the foxes usually go to Aaron if Abby isn’t around when they have like a small ache in their arm or something along those lines.

-on Valentine’s Day since Eric lives so far away and Seth is yk 💀 the foxes do small things to try make nicky and Alison’s day better. Matt and Dan invite them to tag along their plans sometimes, Andrew and Neil leave them extra ice-cream in the freezer, Renee makes gets Allison flowers and sometimes takes Allison on a walk if she’s up to it, Aaron and katelyn let Nicky watch movies with them sometimes, and they also just hang out with each other and somewhat ‘bond’ about being by themselves on Valentine’s Day 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

-Aaron had piercings before meeting Andrew without his mum’s permission which obviously made her absolutely furious, so then Andrew had gotten them as well because he knew she hated them. (And he thinks they’re cool)

-the twins share a lot of their shoes. Like they’re is only one pair and it’s neither Andrews or Aarons🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

-Neil named sir and king because when he suggested that Andrew should name them, Andrew just said something lazy like “cat one and cat two”.

-Katelyn’s personality is like Nicky’s and Renee’s combined. Also I like to think that Aaron is an absolute MESS around Katelyn and the foxes do NOT leave him alone about it.

-Randy is like one of those mums that’ll ask you to invite people you are barely friends with over for tea and she started doing it with Matt about Aaron. (I like to think that Aaron and Matt end up becoming really good friends)

-Aaron doesn’t like sleeping by himself and will sometimes awkwardly ask whoever he’s with if he can sleep in their bed with them (only if he trust them like A LOT and is obviously like close with them??) and most of the foxes are aware he does this but never bring it up as they all do things that are a little childish to make themselves feel better(safe)

He’s slept In Nicky’s, Andrews and obviously Katelyn’s bed the most.

-Matt always gives people those double high-fives after good games (like this🙌) and one time turned towards Andrew for one without thinking and then put them down with a quiet apology while Andrew stared at him. Andrew silently set his hand out for Matt to give him a high five and he hesitantly did.

-there is a photo of Seth (that Allison picked) on the foxes photo wall with a metal plate thing next to it that has his name, exy position and t-shirt number.

-they take a ‘team photo’ every year for the photo wall and it’s probably the most awkward looking photo in the world.

-Katelyn is an accessory girly🤞 she constantly has hair clips and jewellery and whatever else on and when she gets sick/annoyed if having a hair clip in around Aaron she will wordlessly clip it somewhere onto him. His jumper, his hair, his bag, his shoe etc etc and a lot of the times he doesn’t even notice.

-Katelyn has videos of Aaron singing his absolute heart out while drunk and she reminds him of it whenever he’s being difficult

-a lot of the foxes sing while drunk so it often leads to a mini concert when they drink together

-Wymack has a mug signed by all the foxes that he uses every day because they got it for him on Father’s Day as a joke (Kevin’s name is the biggest)

-the twins have both been caught standing on countertops soooo many times trying to reach stuff but nobody is brave enough to mention it.

-Andrew helps dye Renee’s hair and Renee helps paint Andrews nails.

-Aaron’s septum is ALWAYS squint and it drives Katelyn mad so she always just fixes it for him and he just kinda stares at her in confusion because he honestly forgets he has piercings sometimes.

-jeans new hobby is drawing (I saw Nora say he picks up a new hobby and I’m hoping, wishing and praying it’s art related)

-Jeremy has a habit of doing this 🤙 all the time in photos.

-Kevin and Wymack start going out for lunch once a week after the books take place.

-Andrew fiddles with his piercings and picks his nail varnish when he’s bored/anxious.

-Aaron’s glasses are bent slightly from always falling asleep on them at his desk

-Neil is the only fox who isn’t afraid of spiders so he’s the designated spider remover whenever they see one.

-Neil likes holding Andrews face a lot and sometimes Neil will squish his cheeks slightly too annoy him.

-we all know Andrew has a resting bored face but I think Aaron has the worst case of rbf knows to man bro. Like he will look at Matt or something and Matt will feel the need to apologise.

-Dan, Allison and Renee invite Katelyn for girls nights and slumber parties because they know it annoys Aaron and they actually just really like her.

-Aaron likes the smiths

-Kevin has dimples

-Aaron and Andrew have freckles on their nose, Neil has freckles all over and Jeremy has freckles on his cheeks

-Aaron apologises whenever he cries (trauma response??) and when he lived with Andrew and Nicky they’d always try tell him that he has nothing to apologise for which made him cry even harder

-Neil wears caps and Andrew hates it so whenever Neil wears them Andrew flicks them off his head

-Katelyn is the tallest out of Neil, Andrew and Aaron

-Dan always sends the photos she takes to the person in said photo so that they have a copy of it as-well as it being on the wall.

-Dan and Matt have soooo many matching clothes it’s ridiculous

-Andrew has smoker lungs💔

(he coughs so much it’s concerning sometimes)

And his voice is like raspier than Aarons is

-whenever the twins say something or do something at the same time they just automatically say something like “shut up” or “stop” as if the other did it on purpose.

-the twins always sit weirdly because if they don’t they’re feet will go numb from not being able to reach the floor.

-Dan made a group chat for the foxes that barely ever ended up getting used but after everyone graduates and goes on with their own lives it ends up getting used a lot more for calling/FaceTimes each other

-Nicky sometimes tags along in the twins weekly hang outs/calls

-after that big sleepover the foxes had after getting Neil back they start doing things like that regularly. Having sleepovers, trips, movie nights, baking, board games/game nights, etc because they do start realising that maybe they do care about each other more than they say they do and it should be shown towards one another a lot more or it could be too late🤷‍♀️

Sorry bro there is so much and I can’t think of any more right now 💀

#you’ll never guess who my favourite character is #all for the game #aftg #renee walker #allison reynolds #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #neil josten #dan wilds #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #seth gordon #kevin day #coach wymack #headcanon #HELP #IM SCARED #this is cringe bro pls don’t bully me

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crvptidgf · 24 days

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7 Minutes

Hazel Callahan x Reader

summary: hazel gets paired up with you to play 7 minutes in heaven

warnings: making out, suggestive but no smut

requested?: yes! tysm

- hiii i was wondering if i could request a hazel x reader fic where isabel hosts a party and the fight club all play seven minutes in heaven and reader gets paired with hazel and things get a lil hot n heavy

word count: 1.2k

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IT WAS STUPID, really.

You had been convinced to play 7 minutes in heaven at your fight club sleepover. Isabel had a free house, and she insisted on everybody coming over for a movie night and snacks. One thing led to another and PJ ended up suggesting the game - one which, admittedly, you had never played before.

It felt childish - yet your legs shook with anxiety as you sat down onto the floor. A bottle lay in the middle of the circle of girls. PJ seemed to be rubbing her hands excitedly, smiling at the group.

“Okay, let’s start the scissor-fest!” she yelled, earning a groan from Josie and Hazel.

Purely by chance, Josie and Isabel were chosen first (which was lucky considering they were together). In all honesty you think they would’ve denied it if it had landed on anybody else.

For you, there was one person you both really wanted it to land on, but simultaneously were dreading if it did land on her.

Hazel Callahan.

You would consider yourself friends, but (not so) recently you had developed a huge crush on her. A crush which was reciprocated, yet you both made no move to confirm it. Typical. There was some mutual flirting, hand brushing, and extremely borderline erotic talk between you two any time you had to fight each other at the club.

Basically, everybody knew you two had the hots for each other. And everybody had tried to get you guys together, but to no avail.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to - if anything, you wanted it more than you could put into words. Yet any time you made an attempt, something got in the way. Or more specifically you got too nervous and chickened out.

She was just so intimidating to you. She was beautiful, hot, smart, funny. A perfect recipe to make you a stumbling mess under her gaze.

You were so deep in thought that you had barely noticed a giggling Josie and Isabel exit the closet. Their hair was askew on their heads, their t-shirts were wrinkled and half unbuttoned. They were so in love that it pained you sometimes. When was it your turn to be as in love as them?

“Alright. Hazel,” said PJ, her eyebrows wiggling.

Sylvie made a half-hearted crude gesture, her eyes flickering towards you before looking back at Hazel.

She merely rolled her eyes, glad that you hadn’t noticed this. Your attention was brought back to the floor, everybody waiting with baited breath as the glass bottle spun.

It felt like an eternity before it finally made up it’s mind. Landing between you and Annie, you both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Uh-“ you started.

“I think that’s definitely you,” said Annie, her hand coming to push the tip of the bottle more in your direction.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “We could spin again?” you said.

PJ immediately shot up. “Nope! Rules of the game. Let’s go,” she said, making a shooing motion at you. She pushed Hazel up out of her seating position, ushering her to go.

You walked ahead of Hazel, your heart quite literally dropping to your ass. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were terrified.

What if you were a bad kisser? What if your breath smelled weird? Would she be totally turned off if you had no idea what to do with your hands?

PJ’s exaggerated moans were muffled now as Hazel closed the closet door behind her.

There was still the faint noise of the girls giggling, their crude noises invading the space of the living room they were in.

Hazel looked at you, noticing how you were picking at your nails.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” she said shyly, her hand coming to scratch at the back of her neck. “We can just sit and talk-“

“No! No, it’s not that,” you blurted out, afraid of making her think that you didn’t want her. This was all you had wanted for months but the fact that the time has come already had you freaking out. In your mind, there were a million things that could go wrong.

Hazel cocked her head to the side. “So you do wanna kiss?” she asked, her confidence rising upon seeing how nervous you seemed.

“I- yes. Jesus, that’s all I’ve wanted to do for-“ your frustration grew with each syllable that you spoke, “God, Hazel just kiss me!”

Surprised at the sudden outburst, she made little progress in leaning in to make the move, so you took it upon yourself to grab her by the collar and finally connect your lips. And oh was that the best idea you have had in forever.

Her lips felt like velvet, the plump feel of them against your lips driving you crazy. Of course you had imagined what it would be like to kiss her but nothing could compare to the real deal.

Your hands grabbed at her waist, desperate to feel her closer to you.

Hazel pulled away momentarily to catch her breath, her fingertips brushing across your thigh as you both panted. The look in her eyes made your stomach flutter. She looked like the most perfect girl in the world.

It was less than a few seconds before her lips were back on yours. “I cant,” she said in between pecks, “get enough,” another few kisses, “of you.”

“Me too” you admitted, still gripping her waist as she began to walk you backwards. Back hitting against the wall, you took the opportunity to flip yourself around, pressing Hazel up instead. You began to trail kisses down her jaw, enjoying her mewls of pleasure at the contact.

“You’re killing me,” she groaned at the light nip you left on her neck.

Soothing the bite you left with your tongue, you spoke up. “Could’ve had this a long time ago if you made a move.”

Letting out a chuckle, Hazel wrapped her arm around your back to turn you to your first position, your back returning onto the wall.

“Same goes to you.”

You rolling your eyes at her comment. You were quickly taken out of your attitude as you felt Hazel pushing her hips against you, her belt giving you a slight bit of friction. Gasping, you reflexively grabbed onto her hair, earning another throaty groan from the girl.

“If you keep doing that we’ll be here longer than 7 minutes,” she said, her head dropping down to your exposed shoulder.

Thank god you wore an off the shoulder top.

Hazel was in the middle of leaving a bruising mark onto your skin when the room was intruded by a bright light, the door to the closet swinging open.

“We were right! They are scissoring!” yelled PJ, her voice interrupting the sensual vibe you and Hazel had going on.

Dropping her head onto you shoulder, Hazel let out a small ‘oh my god, PJ’. You could only laugh in response, your fingers carding through her hair to ease her from her embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, Haze. We can finish this later,” you whispered to her, to which her head whipped up almost immediately.

Now she really regretted not asking you out earlier.

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Two Positives Equal a Negative (Or Something Like That)

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

WC: 2.8k (again, a long one. I just can’t seem to write anything short!)

SUMMARY: you’ve always had trouble sleeping thanks your numerous (unfortunate) life experiences. While he hasn’t lived as long as you have, Adam has a similar problem. Fortunately, a Terran phrase that your brother taught you might have the solution that you seek.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: okay, so I accidentally lied and I realized that my last one-shot wasn’t my first official one; I wrote a Natasha x reader several years ago. I just don’t post on here that often so I forgot about it, lol. Anyway, Adam Warlock currently has a chokehold on me so here’s another one-shot for him- the sequel that I mentioned on the last one. I’m tempted to write a Gally one/two-shot, but I’m not familiar with the TMR universe so I’m worried that I’d mess it up.

Also, I know that the phrase is actually ‘two negatives equal a positive,’ but I was drawing on the fact that non-Terrans wouldn’t really remember/understand Peter’s references, and since ‘you’ had only been to Earth during Endgame, you it mixed up.

Part 0 , Part 1

You’d always had trouble sleeping, especially on your father’s planet. There had just been a sense of. . . wrongness that you didn’t need Mantis’ empath powers to feel. It had made you on edge most of the time, alert for the unseen danger that you felt. While this might’ve just been your role as Ego’s protector speaking, you knew that your sister felt similarly. Mantis had once offered to put you to sleep using her powers, which you’d agreed to. Although it had worked, you hadn’t liked the feeling of your emotions being messed with, or the vulnerability that came with sleep. Even though you trusted that your sister wouldn’t hurt you, Ego was a different story entirely.

So, that meant that you were up most of the time with only catnaps and snatches of sleep when absolutely necessary. (Luckily your enhanced stamina helped in this case so it wasn’t terribly detrimental to your wellbeing.) It was hard to hide your unusual sleep patterns on the Milano with your new friends since there wasn’t space to walk around like there had been on Ego’s planet. But the Guardians all had various traumas of their own, so they understood the difficulty of getting peaceful rest. Some nights had even been better than others as Peter would teach you how to play Terran card games, which would then include the rest of the Guardians once you’d learned.

You also liked to sit in the pilot’s chair late at night and watch the darkness of space light up around you. It was funny, really; everyone expected space to be a dark, black vacuum of nothing when it was actually just the opposite. Sure, there was no physical form of life, but space was alive in its own way. As the Milano sailed aimlessly through the stars, you’d pass the orange-red clouds of dust and gas— nebulas. Or the brilliant white-blue of a dying star, or the different hues of blue-black that surrounded you. Space was truly beautiful, which was something that you never tried to take for granted.

But now you were stuck on Knowhere. There were no brilliant colors of space to distract you or friends to play card games with. Mantis was gone— your only source of comfort on those long nights when you’d served your father. You were alone, with nothing but a Zune to distract you as you sat, bored, in the kitchen late into the night. You’d decided on some calmer tunes and were currently listening to the Frank Sinatra playlist you’d curated. A warm mug of tea— which Peter had also introduced you to— sat between your hands as your eyes glazed over, getting lost in your music.

As it turned out, Adam wasn’t that great of a sleeper, either. It always felt like there was too much energy running through him to be properly restful— not to mention that, whenever he closed his eyes, he saw his mother waiting for him as he flew desperately towards her. And then the explosion would come, jolting him out of sleep as a reminder of his failure.

With a sigh, he pushed back his covers and stood. Since he was already dressed (his mother had always told him to be ready for anything), he made his way to the kitchen where he’d baked cookies with you. It hadn’t been that long ago, but he already missed the comfortable, homey feeling he’d gotten as he formed the batter into spheres with you standing at his side. You had yet to talk to Rocket about how his comments made you feel, but he knew it was because you respected your teammate and didn’t like making a big deal out of things. Thinking about you now, he sort of hoped that he would see you in the kitchen when he got there— but that was a crazy thought; it was the middle of the night! Any normal person would be in a deep sleep by now.

So, it was definitely a pleasant surprise when he came upon you, sitting at the head of the table. Your earbuds were in your ears, as usual, and you seemed to be deep in thought as you absentmindedly traced the rim of your mug with your finger. He was comfortable enough with you to approach you without hesitation, so he took the chair next to yours and nudged you gently to get your attention.

You jumped, startled by the unexpected presence of someone else in the room. At first you had a wild thought that it might be Peter, who came to keep you company as he often had. You were only mildly disappointed to see that it was Adam instead (and this was just because you missed your brother; you were actually quite happy to see the golden boy.) You took out your earbuds and paused your music. “You’re up late. Or early.”

His golden eyes met yours— something you noticed that he did often; it seemed that eye contact was his way of showing that he was listening to you, which always made your stomach flutter pleasantly. “So are you,” he replied. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nah,” you said with a shrug. “You?”

“Me either,” he agreed.

You sat in a comfortable silence together, one so long that you were almost tempted to put your earbuds back in. Maybe this was a one-off thing; you’d never seen him before on your sleepless nights. Maybe he wasn’t used to being up at this hour and just wasn’t as talkative as he normally was with you. But you were also curious; what could a supposedly perfect being be troubled with at night? So, you sighed, and against your better judgement (as you hated to talk about your feelings), you asked, “wanna talk about it?”

But Adam also knew how you were, and he shook his head. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind just sitting here.” He got to enjoy your company, after all, so he considered tonight to be better than most.

You let out another sigh. As much as you hated getting touchy-feely, the night was already very boring; sitting and not talking would only make it worse. “I don’t mind, actually. I’m used to being around other people when I’m up like this. Talking would make the time pass faster.” You studied his expression for a moment, which was unusually unreadable; it always seemed like he had a kind smile or glance to send your way. “We can start off easy, if you want. Are you up like this every night?”

His expression softened at your willingness to go outside your comfort zone, so he answered honestly. (He had nothing that he wanted to hide from you, anyway.) “Most nights, yeah. What about you?”

“Same,” you agreed. You played with the rubber protective tip on your earbud. “Can’t get to sleep or bad dreams?”

“Both,” Adam admitted. “Although it’s usually the first one.”

You nodded. “Same, again, but for me it’s mostly the latter. You remember when I said that you weren’t the first person to try and kill me?” At his confirmation (because how could he have forgotten that?), you continued, “yeah. It’s mostly that. My father was a great parent,” you finished sarcastically.

When you’d first become friends, you’d shared stories about the Guardians’ adventures— even the ones that had happened before you’d joined the team— although they’d mostly been lighthearted in tone. You’d acted like they hadn’t really affected you and had laughed at the fact that your father’s planet had tried to swallow you whole. Adam sort of wished that your father was still alive so he could fight him for you. While his mother had had her moments of parenting issues, he’d never doubted that she did love him; it was clear that this wasn’t the case with your father.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not really sure what else he could say. Despite everything that had happened to you, you were still a good person; you hadn’t fought the Guardians on your first meeting like he had, which already made you better than him. He wished that there was something he could do (such as getting revenge for you) to help ease whatever burden you were feeling as you often had for him, but there didn’t seem like there was anything that he could do.

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied in a blasé tone, already moving on from your heavy things. “Want to talk about your stuff?”

He shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable to admit his failure to you. He wanted to prove that he was just as capable as you were, and this was one of his worst moments. “I. . . keep thinking about my mother.” His gaze dropped to where his hands were folded on the table, unable to watch your reaction in case you thought worse of him. “How I. . . wasn’t able to save her. I was so close, too. If only I’d been faster—”

You reached out a hand to put it on top of both of his, cutting him off. Yours was much smaller in comparison, barely covering even one of his hands. He looked up at you with surprise, feeling his face heat up at the contact. Your usually jovial expression was uncharacteristically serious as you chided him gently, “stop. Thinking like that never helps, you know. You’ll drive yourself mad if you keep wondering ‘what if.’ I should know.”

While he was relieved that his fears about your reaction were unfounded, he frowned at your last words. “What do you mean?”

You pretended not to notice that your hands were still holding his as you answered, “remember what I told you about the Snap?” At his nod, you continued, “Peter and I were the only ones who weren’t trying to subdue Thanos. My powers are mostly defensive, so they would only anger him, which was the opposite of what we were trying to do. Peter got— understandably— distraught at the news of Gamora’s death and he was practically solely responsible for the Snap.” You sighed heavily, dropping your gaze from him. “As the only other person not doing anything on that planet, I could’ve stopped him, but he was my brother; I couldn’t hurt him. But if I had. . . everything could’ve been so much different. In a way, I was responsible for the Snap, too.”

While he understood your reasoning, he didn’t completely agree with it. You’d filled him in with great detail about the Infinity War, which you’d only learned the missing parts after you’d been brought back. So, he insisted quietly, “Thor could’ve also gone for Thanos’ head, but he didn’t.”

“But Thanos wouldn’t have even gotten to the Terran planet if we’d stopped him on Titan. You see what I mean? These what-ifs really messed with my head— still do. You eventually just have to accept the fact that the situation can’t be changed and learn from your mistakes.” In a lighter tone you added, “I promised myself that the next time I needed to sock it to Peter, I wouldn’t hesitate. Maybe a good hit to the head would knock some common sense back into him.”

Adam chuckled at this, his serious expression lifting. Sensing that you didn’t want to talk about such emotional topics anymore, he changed the subject slightly. “So you’re up every night because of these thoughts? Don’t you need sleep?”

“Yeah, but I’ve got enhanced stamina, so not as much as a regular person,” you said, relieved that he picked up on your hint. “What about you? You’re practically a god yourself.”

He felt his face flush with (pleased) embarrassment at your indirect compliment, even if it was truthful. “That’s part of the problem, I think,” he explained. “All this power. . . it gives me too much energy and. . . I can’t sleep.”

You frowned thoughtfully at your similar predicaments, an idea (admittedly, a stupid enough one that Peter could’ve come up with it) forming in your mind. “Y’know,” you began slowly, “Peter taught me a Terran phrase awhile back. I can’t exactly remember how it goes— it’s like two positives equal a negative, or something like that— and it means that when there’s two good things, it cancels out the bad one. We could try and apply it here.”

He gave you a curious look. “Really? How?”

“Well, since we both can’t sleep— that’s the negative— maybe. . . maybe if we slept. . .” You felt your face burning at your suggestion. “If we slept. . . tog— well, not together-together, I mean— with each— does that sound worse? I—” you struggled to find the right wording that wouldn’t come off as suggestive. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you added hastily, misunderstanding his bemused expression.

“Little Quill,” he teased you lightly, “you haven’t even gotten the question out.”

Oh. You only felt even more embarrassed. “Do you want to sleep in my room?” you finally managed to blurt out, burying your face in your hands, unable to look at the boy across from you.

Instead of taking offense or making fun of you as you’d expected, Adam seemed to actually consider your offer. “Do you think it would work?”

At his question, you dropped your hands to your lap and shrugged, though your face was still very red. He seemed remarkably unflustered, not that you could tell if he was (damn his beautiful golden skin— wait, what?) “I don’t know,” you mumbled, still refusing to look at him. “I can only sleep if I feel safe, and there’s only one person I ever felt that way with— Mantis. But. . . now I think that includes you, too.”

Adam couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on his face at your words, the thought that you felt safe with him (especially after everything that he’d done to you and your friends) meant more than he could say. The thought that you would willingly be vulnerable in his presence made his stomach feel enjoyably— and inexplicably— nauseous. “I feel safe around you too,” he replied without hesitation. “And. . . I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

Not long after, the two of you returned to the room you were renting in the dorm-style building. Since neither you nor Adam had family to speak of (and were also short on funds), you’d both found rooms in a tenant building that had lots of other people, many of whom had lost their homes during the Guardians’ most recent adventures. Luckily you’d gotten a room to yourself, though you had to share basic facilities with everyone else.

“You can sleep in the bed since this was my idea,” you offered. You were still in what you considered your pajamas, so you just had to gather some spare blankets and pillows.

Adam shook his head, against the thought of you making accommodations for him. “I can sleep on the floor. You shouldn’t have to give up your bed.”

“It’s not like I use it much anyway,” you joke, pulling the covers back. “But if you’re seriously against me sleeping on the floor, I guess we could. . . share?”

He seemed not to mind your proposal as he agreed readily, and after taking off his shoes, he made to get in when you spoke again with a confused look on your face. “You. . . sleep in your clothes? No wonder why you can’t get comfortable!”

Adam seemed to not understand your comment. “You sleep in your clothes.”

You laughed a little at his observation. “These are sleep clothes, not everyday clothes. At least take off your jacket,” you reasoned.

But as he did so, you realized why he hadn’t gotten more comfortable: there was nothing except chiseled chest under his clothes. You blushed and tried (but failed) not to stare as he got into bed next to you, admiring the way his muscles flexed with his movement. Luckily he seemed to not notice your attention as he settled next to you. There was a sizeable gap between you two despite the bed not being very big, one that you wished you had the guts to close. (Wait— again, what?)

You wondered how you’d ever get to sleep with all that muscle right behind you (okay, this one you could admit freely), but somehow, in the quiet stillness of your dark room, the safe, peaceful feeling lulled you into the first restful slumber that you’d had since your siblings had left months ago.

And if you woke up the next morning, curled up against Adam’s chest with his arm wrapped around you protectively, neither of you bothered to say anything about it.

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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DD pt 3 part 2 of 2

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber driver

This art was commissioned to accompany this chapter by the incredibly talented @/ejpuki on Instagram. Please go support the original artist!

Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 1 , Part 4 , Part 5

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

TW: MINORS DNI, some blood, little.violence, suggestive content ,age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34), this one is a sad one, inspired by the original comic

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Over the next few days you two text back and forth and talk on the phone. You feel so happy and excited about this budding romance between you two. It's been so long since you felt safe enough to let yourself catch feelings for a guy. You flood his phone while he's at work. Miguel isn't used to someone texting him so often but it's kind of cute how you update him on every little thing that's happening in your day and he has to try not to burst out laughing in the break room at some of the Instagram reels you send him.

Your text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️) : Why tf would you send me a video of a banana cat with that sad music 😂😐🤨 and who is that white guy that's always randomly showing up at the end of videos with that whistle tune playing?

You(amor ❤️): it's a meme babe you don't get it😂😂😂 it's supposed to be random, that's what makes it funny af. And that's Josh Hutcherson. You've never seen or read Hunger Games?!

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): no, I haven't. Your sense of humor is a little broken I'm afraid. 🤨 You kids and your memes.

You(amor ❤️): my sense of humor is just fine 😂LMAO you're only like 8 years older than me. 😂 we're watching it immediately! And we're going to Barnes and Noble to get you a copy. 😇

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): hmmm fine.😌 When would you like to, cutie? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): This weekend please? ❤️❤️❤️

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): I'm so sorry, I'll have Gabi with me. But she'll be at her mom's next weekend. Can we do it then? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): that's okay I totally understand! ❤️ Yes please! I'm so excited ❤️ I miss you...

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): perfect. I miss you more. ❤️

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Next Friday

Miguel drives to work, his heart like a dead weight in his chest and his mind racing with different scenarios on how he's going to tell his boss he's had enough. This isn't what he signed up for. The project he was overseeing at work was trying to create these "special abilities"in humans. One of the test subjects passed away this week and he'd be lying to himself if he said it wasn't messing with his head. He had nightmares about her. She couldn't have been older than 19. Her blue eyes frantic as she realized she might not make it off the lab table alive. Her horrified screams ringing in his eardrums. Miguel's fist clamped tighter around the steering wheel as he choked back a sob. He felt this was his burden to shoulder alone. He knew he was falling for you steadily now, and he didn't want you to go crazy worrying about him. He knows you love to try and fix people, a lot of times to your detriment and couldn't stand to see you in that position or live with the fact that he put you there.

He really didn't care for his boss, Tyler Stone either. Tyler Stone was the 6'3, blonde haired, blue eyed, egotistical vice president over Research and Development at Alchemax. He and the other higher ups just spent all day figuratively (and possibly literally) sucking each other off in boardroom meetings for the hard work everyone underneath them was doing. He was a businessman, not a scientist, and it became clear to Miguel that profit came first for him over scientific discovery and advancement, and his cronies shared the same philosophy.

Miguel faced the man now, sitting in his office. Tyler sighed and walked over to his decanter set that sat in the corner of his office on top of a polished mahogany drink cabinet.

"Care for some bourbon?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment.

"It pains me to hear that you're wanting to leave, it really does." Tyler says as he pours the bourbon in two short, square glasses.

"I chose you because I believed you could handle it. Your track record doesn't lie, Miguel. You were top of your class at Columbia University. I've seen your research and read your thesis that you did with them. You know Dain was actually the one that submitted your nomination to me when I was looking for someone to promote?" Tyler hands the glass of bourbon to Miguel who murmurs a low thank you.

"My point is, if you leave, I got no one to replace you, and that makes my job even more tough." Tyler takes a sip of his bourbon and makes a small face. "I'm going to bat for your little science project every time I meet with the board of directors. I'll be honest with you, they're ready to trim the fat." Tyler's blue eyes bore into Miguel's over the rim of his glass. "But I tell them that this process, is worth the wait. We won't have these superhuman abilities lined up for purchase on shelves tomorrow. But give or take a few years we will be the first to break 100 bil in quarterly revenue when we roll this out to the public. My point is, I'm willing to do whatever I gotta do to keep this project afloat because I've ran the numbers, I've seen what guys like you and Dain can do. It's a worthwhile investment."

Miguel takes a sip of his bourbon and winces. Fuck it, he downs the rest of the whiskey, his throat on fire. He holds out his empty glass to Tyler who takes it and goes to refill it, his back turned to Miguel.

"I'm sorry...." Miguel finally says. "I've made up my mind. I'm flattered that you think I'm the right person for this job, but I'm telling you, I don't want to be the guy who all of this is riding on anymore. I'm not gonna gamble if people's lives are the chips."

Tyler's face went dark and he started tapping the side of his glass, his back still turned to Miguel.

Since when did this fucker grow a conscience? He knows he wouldn't be doing this job if he wasn't getting paid for it either right? He'd given Miguel and his team resources that any group of scientists would give their left kidney for. It was thanks to him in those board meetings that those ungrateful bastards even still had a job. And now their hang up is human test subjects?

Tyler handed Miguel back another glass and said nothing as he watched Miguel down it. Miguel winced again as he finished his liquor, throat still on fire and cheeks starting to flush.

Tyler turned back around, looking at the now setting sun on the horizon. "I'm afraid I can't let you go." He said calmly.

Miguel raised an eyebrow, then suddenly his face turned white when Tyler held up an empty vial of Rapture, his back still turned to him. Tyler spoke again, his back still facing Miguel. "Alchemax is the only distributor of Rapture. Leave if you want, but I'm going to have to be forced to let the board know and involve law enforcement when they realize one of their silly little scientists couldn't keep his hands out of the cookie jar and became a needy little addict." He took a long sip.

"You're not gonna make me look like a weak little bitch in front of the whole board. I don't lose, Miguel. You're not gonna fuck this up for me."

Enraged, Miguel shot up, shattering the shot glass in his hand, blood gushing out of his fingers. "You fucking piece of shit!"

Tyler remained calm. "You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead. I used your sign in to get this vial from the lab. The access history and empty vial next to my dead body will just deepen the hole you dug yourself. Either do as I say, or throw away your freedom right now and kill me before you even had a chance to see your little girl go to Prom."

Miguel paused. This fucker was playing chess with him. Tyler took another sip. "It'd be a damn shame if you did. Especially about that new slutty girlfriend of yours. Did you even get to find out what her pussy feels like?"

That was it. Miguel threw his chair against the wall, the wooden legs splintering into the cabinet Tyler was leaning up against, a neutral expression on his prick face as he sipped more bourbon.

Miguel turned and left the office, and slammed the door so hard the receptionist let out a small squeak of terror as Miguel tore down the hallway, rage seething out of his ears.

"Aaron?" Tyler asked in his cold expressionless voice.

A short, balding man in his mid-thirties with green eyes and thick black rimmed glasses stepped out from behind a two way mirror in the corner of Tyler's office.

"You rewrote the code in Machine A-2099 in sector 8, right?"

"Yes boss."

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You hummed happily as you lit a few of your favorite vanilla almond scented candles on your coffee table. You went all out with a smorgasbord of treats for your movie date night with Miguel including popcorn, gummy worms, Milk Duds, Pretzels, M&Ms, beef jerky, and root beer floats. As soon as you got off work, you cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom and put fresh sheets on the bed. You checked your phone anxiously.

Text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): Good morning beautiful ❤️ how'd you sleep? Have a great day, I'll be at your apartment at 8 pm.

You(amor ❤️): you just made my whole morning!🥰🥰 Good morning handsome! I slept great! I'm so looking forward to movie night tonight. I have a bunch of treats and goodies for us to snack on too. 😇

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): that sounds wonderful, baby. ❤️ Driving to work now, I'll text you when I get there but I'm not going to be able to talk much today. I have a meeting with the boss and a bunch of other stuff related to the project I'm overseeing. Just wanted to let you know not to worry ❤️ I'll call you at 6!

6 pm came and went and you felt sick to your stomach.

You(amor ❤️): Babe? Everything okay, I tried you twice.

Nothing.

You (amor ❤️): Miguel? It's 9 pm. Are you okay? Please just call or text me to let me know everything's okay...

It was now 10 pm. He wasn't coming. Your stomach lay in knots. You had called him 28 times with no answer.

What's happening? Is he cheating on me? Did he get into an accident? Is he dead on the side of the road while I'm hundreds of miles away and can't do anything?

He gets busy at work but he always, always checks in with you. You can't help but fight back tears at his untouched root beer float sitting next to yours. You knew going into this that you had to jump, knowing you were gonna fall and he might not be there to catch you. Well, here you were with a small dagger in your heart on what was supposed to be your second date. You couldn't help but let yourself get in your head. His rejection of you this time confirmed everything you feared about yourself. You laid down on the couch and sobbed quietly to sleep.

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That same night at Alchemax

Miguel's painful screams reverberated off the tiled floor of the genetics lab at Alchemax. The tall powerful man he was, was writhing on the floor in agony. It was as though his blood had turned to acid. His whole body felt on fire. Please God, if I'm supposed to die right now just take me already. He hadn't felt pain this intense ever before in his life. His eyes turned bloodshot, foaming at the mouth as his saliva bubbled and splurted out in incoherent gasps.

Aside from his screams, the machine responsible for his pain let out a low beep. Miguel knew that a copy of his original DNA sample was logged into one of the gene altering machines that he set up when he was first put in charge of Tyler's superhuman project. He knew that as long as he had a drop of Rapture in him, he'd remain an addict defenseless against his new dependency Tyler forced on him. He had tried in vain to rewrite his current biology back to the original, but Tyler was one step ahead. Tyler knew nothing about science or how DNA worked, but it didn't take much to convince Miguel's bitter, jealous subordinate, Aaron Delgado to sabotage the machine. Very little was known about what type of effect that might have on a human, so there was a good chance he'd just die. Just what they wanted. Aaron and Tyler's smug faces entered the lab, watching Miguel suffer and taunting him, even pouring up another round of bourbon while they waited for the show to end. Yep, he'd be dead in just a few more minutes. They had an alibi and a cover up ready to go. They'd post his job opening by Monday and then they could pretend like this never happened. Miguel suddenly became still, his chest seeming to freeze in place, no longer rising and falling with his normal breathes.

Gabriella, my little girl...I'm so sorry....I love you more than anything

His eyes became glassy with tears. He was on his way to finding happiness with you too, only to have the rug pulled out from under him, now he was going to die here, alone. And those who killed him would never know justice behind their corporate wall of privilege and greed that would surely protect them. He uttered your name, his lips barely moving before his eyes fell closed and saw only black..

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Pt 4 coming soon! Thanks for the support 🖤

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repulsiveliquidation · 6 months

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Lazy Saturdays and Scrambled Eggs

Georgia Stanway x Reader BLURB

only fluff really!

10AM, Saturday Morning

The sun pours into the bedroom carelessly, the curtains forgotten about last night as the two of you stumbled into bed after a late night out on a date. Nights like these were where you could let loose since you had the weekend off with no games. The German streets were filled with bars and restaurants to visit so the two of you spent the night out away from the rest of the girls for the first time in a while.

Georgia was sound asleep on her tummy, right arm slung over your middle. She was in her sports bra and shorts, no time last night for any sort of skin care routine as you two danced till your bones were tired. You had the same thing on, right arm being used as Gee’s pillow. Clearly the two of you attempted to cuddle but your tired bodies had other plans.

You stir first, the sunlight shining right on your face and waking you. You yawn tiredly, rubbing your eyes as you try to look around and feel Gee still beside you. You smiled softly, her mouth was open a little and you could hear soft snores leave her sleeping form. You wiggled out of her hold, she grumbled but did not wake.

You washed up, taking a shower and washing your hair since you felt grimy from your night out last night. Georgia was still asleep, position the same as you left her. A small smile crept up on your face, softly padding out of the room and walking into the kitchen. You decided on making a little breakfast in bed, wanting to enjoy your time off and making it a little special for the two of you.

Pulling out eggs and bacon, finding that Georgia had grabbed some bread from the supermarket too, you got to work. Georgia liked her eggs very differently from you, she also only ate them if you made them. She liked them scrambled, somewhere in between soft and medium and she claimed only you could get it right. With the bacon in the oven, you started the coffee pot while toasting the bread, humming along to the turntable playing your favorite album in the living room. Georgia was a heavy sleeper so you knew the noise wouldn’t wake her.

Making the plates, you gave Marlo a little bit of bacon with a smile. You quietly told him, “Don’t tell mummy okay darling? It’ll be our little secret, hm?” He trotted off a happy little boy with his treat. You slid the door open and set the food on the table. Georgia was still asleep, this time on your side of the bed with her head squished against the bed cutely. You climb back into bed and rub her back, kissing her hair softly.

“Good morning, baby. It’s nearly noon darling, time to get up.” You say softly into her ear, kissing her face all over. She lets out a low rumble, mumbling into your thigh which she had pressed her face into. “You’re lying. You left me, it’s not a good morning.” You chuckle and smack her shoulder lightly, seeing her smile as she opened her eyes and turned onto her back. “Hi you.” You say, kissing her lips softly. She kisses back, sighing softly and pulling away. Her eyes stare deep into yours, hands laced in yours softly. “I’ve made breakfast.” You say simply, getting out of bed to retrieve it as she sits up and rubs her eyes. “Oh darling, you didn’t need to.” She begins to argue but you shush her and put the tray in front of her. “I wanted to; we’ve had a busy couple of weeks so I thought we could enjoy some domesticity.” You say, sipping your coffee. It was still warm, the eggs just barely steaming and bacon still crispy. She immediately digs in, noticing her favorite eggs in front of her. You eat with her, the room filled with comfortable silence and the familiar smell of bacon grease.

It's all you could want on a lazy Saturday.

4PM, Saturday Afternoon

“You’re CHEATING, Stanway!” you yell, grabbing the controller away from her meddling fingers. You both were playing FIFA and Georgia was cheating. She flung her leg at you and tried to mess with your fingers when you were concentrating on beating her ass. You were leading 3-1 and she was not happy.

“I will win, you watch!” she yelled back, almost sitting on you in an attempt to get you to drop your controller but she failed. Your iron grip determined to ride out the last minutes of the game, as your player raced down her half expertly maneuvering around hers.

“GOAL!!!!” You yell as the final whistle gets called, your character shooting a stunner into the top corner just as the timer came to an end. She threw her controller on the couch and huffed, arms crossed and pout on her lips. You celebrated a little more, laughing at her antics. Soon you gave up, sitting beside her and kissing her cheek.

“I’m mad at ya, go away.” She told you, not looking at your grinning face.

“Oh Gee, you’ve beat me hundreds of times. Let me enjoy this you sore loser.” You laughed at her, punching her arm slightly as you see a little smile lift in the corner of her lips which she tries hard to suppress. It just makes you grin harder, leaning in and kissing her nose. She pushes you away, trying to conceal her joy. Finally, she grabs you, pinning you down on the couch and kisses you hard. You kiss her back, tongue darting out and swiping across her bottom lip. She whines a little and you make out for a while.

She grins, pulling away. “I hate you, Y/L/N.”

“Oh please, you could never Stanway.”

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rebeliz7 · 7 months

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AUGUST - PART TWO

August 2/3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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August, 11th

Morning comes with a sense of dread for you.

You’re not in your bedroom, you’re not in your bed, and the woman sleeping in your arms is not yours.

You should have gone back to your room, gotten in the shower and let the water cleanse you of Wanda completely. But she asked you to stay, and you still haven’t found a way to say no to her.

What are you doing? What did you agree to?

You know she loves Natasha, there’s no doubt that they’re in love, you’ve seen them together, and a connection like that can’t be fake. Logically, you know that you can never break them up, Wanda wouldn’t allow it, and you’re certain that Natasha wouldn’t let a slip come in between their marriage.

Because that’s what you are, that’s all you are, a slip—a mistake.

“You’re awake.” Wanda’s voice reaches your ears, groggy and rough with sleep, and your treacherous heart flutters inside of your chest as if the sound of her voice has breathed life into it.

You’re holding her close against your chest, her arm draped over your middle, and she has to pull back slightly to be able to look into your eyes.

She smiles, her cheeks tinted pink and her hair a bit of a mess, and you feel yourself falling deeper into everything that she is.

No, you think. You’ll take whatever she wants to give you, and you’ll take it because you’ll never need anything more after it.

“Good morning.” You smile back, and she cups your face, her hand delicately cradling it as she leans forward to kiss your lips.

“We need to talk,” she says, and you agree, mostly because you’d like to know the rules to this game. This game that you know you’ll end up losing anyway.

She sits up, and you take a moment to just observe her. Then, putting one hand behind your head, you find a comfortable position to have a good look at her.

She picks up a hair tie from the nightstand and pulls her hair up in a messy bun, and you’re caught staring at her arms and the yawn she tries to hide behind her hands.

This is a new picture for you. You’ve never welcomed a morning with her, and it’s not fair that you’re doing it now when this morning isn’t really yours to have.

“What?” She asks when she catches you staring, and you reach out to place your hand on her thigh.

“You’re so beautiful,” you tell her, and she smiles bashfully. “And hot, you’re really hot.”

“Stop it.” She laughs, and you do too.

“It’s incredibly unfair, actually.” You go on, and she grabs your hand, pulling slightly to shut you up. “You’re incredibly sensual.”

“I could say the same things about you,” she says, and you take hold of her hand before pulling on it until she’s halfway on top of you. “Irresistible doesn’t really do justice for what you are.”

Her words and the sly smile on her face make you feel hot all over. You don’t give her a chance to say another word before you’re kissing her.

She doesn’t let you push her on her back like you want to, though. “We really need to talk.”

“Okay.” You both sit up, and she takes your hands in hers.

“I don’t regret you,” she says. “But I am married, and I plan to stay married.”

You knew this, but her words still hurt to hear. Still, you think you’d rather have her for a few days than live your entire life without knowing what it feels like to be with her.

“I know.” You squeeze her hands lightly, and a small crinkle appears on her forehead as if that wasn’t what she thought you’d say.

“I like you,” she says, and she doesn’t need to clarify how honest she’s about that declaration because you can see it in the way she’s looking at you. “A lot.”

“I know that too.” You pull her a bit closer to you, and she’s smiling when you cup her face with one hand.

“This can’t go on for long.” She whispers the words as if saying them like that could soften the impact they have on you.

“I don’t expect it to.” You whisper back, your hand still on her face and your thumb caressing her cheek delicately.

“You sure you want to do this?” She asks as she plays with your fingers, and you watch as she threads hers through yours, intertwining them and as innocent a touch, it still manages to make you take in a deep breath.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” You admit, and she smiles, however sadly, before leaning forward to kiss you softly.

She knows how you feel; there’s no reason to pretend anymore.

“Let’s have August then.” She says, and you push her to lay on her back like you wanted to do before.

She wraps her legs around your hips, a pretty smile on her face as she gathers your hair to pull it back before you capture her lips in a slow and sensual kiss that she reciprocates in kind.

It doesn’t matter, you think; it doesn’t matter if you’re never the same once August is over. You’ll have this memory and many more, and it’ll be enough.

It’ll be enough.

“One thing though,” you say, pulling back slightly.

“What’s that?” She asks, her hands still in your hair and her eyes shining with something close to amusement, to joy.

“You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.” You tell her as an afterthought because that’s something that you won’t be able to let go of, and the smile on her lips widens.

“Is that an order?” She asks with a sultry tone that you can’t purely ignore.

“A warning.” You shrug, and she inches forward if only to graze your chin with her teeth, teasing you.

“Enough talking.” She shakes her head, and you couldn’t agree more.

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August, 12th

You wake up feeling better than you’ve ever felt before. The sun hangs high up in a cloudless blue sky, and birds are singing somewhere close. You feel energetic and positive and full of life.

For the first time ever, you feel like you could conquer the world if you set your mind to it. Nothing is impossible, and the world is an open lane. You could do anything, anything at all.

“Good morning.” Bucky greets you in passing as you make your way to the kitchen, and he gives you a look. You notice Clint, too; he must have arrived last night from his mission.

“Morning.” You smile at Bucky, and the look on his face transforms into amusement. “Looking great, Buck.”

“Someone got laid.” Clint points out when you go for the fridge, and you smile over your shoulder but remain silent.

Natasha’s best friend and a big pain in the ass, if you’re being honest.

“What? No come back?” He grins your way, and you just limit yourself to grab a spoon for your yogurt, and you leave as soon as you can.

You two tend to get on each other’s nerves rather quickly, which is why you’re not willing to engage in any sort of banter with him now. Besides, if there’s anyone you need to be careful about what you’re doing, it’s him.

You go about your day as normally as you would any other day, but the anticipation only grows with every passing hour that gets you closer to the evening and your date with Wanda.

Well, not really a date, since you’re just meeting her in her room but still.

By the time nine pm rolls around, you’re a ball of energy, even more so when she opens her door on the first knock of your knuckles.

“Right on time,” she says with a pretty smile that you can’t help but want to kiss.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” You tell her as you close the door behind you and press her against it as you lean forward to capture her lips in a long and languid kiss.

“Mmmm.” She moans when you pull back slightly if only to be able to look at the expression on her face.

You peck her lips again, and she doesn’t open her eyes, her hands are cupping your face, and she’s smiling, and you’re certain that you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“I ordered chinese,” she says, and you kiss her neck, making her laugh before you kiss her again. “We can always eat later.”

You pick her up, agreeing one hundred percent, and by the time you lay her down on her bed, she’s laughing and pulling at your shirt with urgency.

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August, 13th

The world is still at peace, leaving you and the rest of the team with plenty of time to do as you please. Logically, you know that it’s only a matter of time before something big comes your way, and the team needs to be ready.

Which is why you decide to take over Daisy’s training fully, just like Natasha wanted you to. You do think she can be a good asset to incorporate on the team and Natasha’s instructions practically say one thing alone, push Daisy to her limits.

You’ve been seeing her spar with the older and more experienced recruits for the last few days; you’ve been watching closely and even giving her a few pointers here and there. Daisy is not a regular recruit, she came with recommendations from the boss himself, and you know he must have seen something peculiar in her.

However, when you find Wanda in your room, waiting in your bed for you, all concerns suddenly lose importance for you.

“Hi.” You smile before closing the door behind you and rushing to your bed, where she’s been checking her phone. “How long have you been here?”

“Not long.” She smiles too, and when you crawl your way up her body and softly lay on top of her, she’s eager to kiss you.

You kiss her back, delighted in the way her hands roam your body as you manage to slip your tongue into her mouth, and she moans lazily at the way this kiss turns delicious and downright sinful.

There’s no wondering what she’s here for, and although you continue to collect new bits of her that make you fall harder each day, you still want more.

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August, 14th

“Haven’t seen you around much,” Tony casually says when he comes to the gym, where you’re currently overseeing Daisy training hands on.

“You miss me, grandpa?” You ask him with a teasing grin, and he rolls his eyes good naturally.

“Just curious about what you’re doing,” he says as Daisy takes down Roberts with a well-placed punch to his stomach and a swipe of her legs. “Is that the girl Natasha spoke of?”

“Yes, that’s Daisy.” You nod, but Daisy is looking at you, probably waiting for a verdict, and she doesn’t notice Roberts standing up or the almost violent way in which he takes her down.

Her back hits the mats roughly, making her wince and arc on the ground as she tries to understand what just happened.

“I must say, I’m not impressed.” He says, and you nudge him with a shoulder.

“Well, I am.” You tell him before you enter the mats. “Rule number one.” You speak as Roberts moves to stand to the side, and Daisy is left to pick herself up.

“Don’t ever, ever turn your back on your opponent.” She groans but stands up, her hands holding her lower back as she grimaces. “Again. This time concentrate, rookie.”

Roberts is attacking her the moment you stop talking, and you return to Tony’s side, who’s looking at you in surprise and what seems to be curiosity.

“What?” You scoff in good spirits. “I’m a great teacher, I’ll have you know.”

“You really think she has what it takes?” He asks as you both observe Daisy, and you take a deep breath.

“She’s brave but not stupidly so. She’s innocent in a way but most definitely not naive. She’s got heart and she’s got brains. Did you know she hacked into Friday yesterday?”

“What?” He asks in horror, and you chuckle to yourself. “She didn’t. I would have known.”

“She did. I asked her to and I also asked her to never do it again.”

“Why would you ask her to do that in the first place?” He asks, horrified.

“Because Natasha mentioned she was good with computers, I didn’t know how good she was so I gave her a task.”

“So she’s got brains.” He agrees after a beat, his glare still very much trained on you. “What else?”

“She fits the profile, grandpa.” You sigh, putting all pretenses to a side. “She has no family, and she wants to be a part of something bigger for the right reasons. She doesn’t have the kind of past that most of us do, but that can mean good things.”

“You mean she’s not a bohemian mess like the rest of us? Has never been responsible for big chatashtrophies or escaped death at the hands of crazed enemies?”

He means it as a joke, of course, but you’ve done your research as well, and you know where Daisy comes from, which only makes you want to give her a chance more.

“You need to read her profile, Tony.” His expression changes, probably picking up on the tone of your voice and how serious you’re being. “To answer your initial question, yes, I do think she has what it takes. The rest, I’ll teach her myself if I have to.”

“Hey, you ready?” Wanda asks, and both of you turn to her.

“You two going out?” Tony asks as you swallow with difficulty because Wanda looks gorgeous, and your treacherous mind is failing you at the sight of her.

Not that she’s wearing anything out of the ordinary, a pair of tight black jeans, sports shoes and a ribbed rust yellow sweater, but to you, she looks extremely beautiful.

“Shopping,” Wanda says as she tucks her hair behind an ear, and you find yourself leaning forward.

“You’re not invited.” You tell Tony as an afterthought and catch yourself just in time before you touch Wanda’s hair. It seems like she’s spent a few hours on it, meticulously curling it and arranging it for it to fall delicately down her shoulders, framing her smiling face and adding to her natural beauty.

“No, of course not.” He says as he begins to walk away. “You two have fun and don’t forget to press pause on your newest project.” He points to the mats where Daisy and Roberts are still going at it, and you shake your head.

“She’s holding against Roberts?” Wanda asks, and she sounds somewhat impressed.

“Natasha was right,” you say, and the moment you mention her name, you can feel the tension enveloping the both of you in its uncomfortable bubble.

“I know,” she says softly, but you don’t dare to look at her for the moment. You’re so stupid sometimes.

Neither of you has talked about her marriage since this started, and to be honest with yourself, you don’t want to talk about it again. You know where this will end, and you’re just going to have to be okay with it. You agreed.

You busy yourself with stopping the sparring session and sending Roberts on his way before you give a few pointers to Daisy and dismiss her for the day.

It’s not surprising that Wanda is quiet as you two walk to the garage, and you’re kicking yourself internally, but there’s really nothing you can do about it now.

“Take a right, here.” She tells you after about ten minutes of you driving in silence.

“Where are we going?” You ask her but make the turn anyway, despite barely being able to see a road. You’re already a safe distance away from the Compound but not even remotely close to the city.

“I know a place,” she tells you as she settles her hand on your thigh. The act is small, but it’s more than enough to have your breathing go back to normal.

It’s okay, you tell yourself. Things are still the same.

The place is a small cottage that’s well hidden in between tall and imposing trees, down a dirt road that, if it weren’t for Wanda’s specific instructions, you’d have missed.

You park the car, and when she’s about to open the door to get out, you grab her hand and pull her lightly towards you.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, and she’s quick to cup your face in her soft and cold hands.

“Don’t be.” She whispers before she kisses you, quick and playful. “Come on. I’m gonna make us some tea.”

Autumn is well on its way, and you both rush inside the cottage. Her hand clapped in yours and her laughter a soothing thing that seems to warm you from the inside.

You don’t ask about the cottage because it’s obvious that you won’t like the answer to that question, and Natasha is off-limits. Not that either has claimed it to be so, but you both need to not think about her.

Not during August.

So you keep your eyes trained on her and not on the place itself, because you’re sure that you’ll find many details about her marriage and you want to avoid that.

You watch her move around the kitchen, her soft steps resounding as she walks in the otherwise silent place, and you can’t help but feel captivated by her.

Soon you’re walking towards her, placing your hands on her hips and moving her hair to the side to be able to kiss her neck. She giggles and presses herself back against you as she gives you more room to kiss, and you gladly take it.

“This outfit looks ridiculously good on you.” You murmur close to her ear as you move your hands around her, sneaking under her sweater so you can feel the soft skin of her belly.

“I can’t wait to take it all off for you,” she says and your skin prickles. You turn her around in your arms, and she kisses you hungrily, and you let her guide you down a short hallway towards a bedroom immediately after.

The day goes by in a blur of happiness. You make love, but you also spend a few hours in bed, talking about your past and the places you’ve visited. She talks too, she tells you about her brother and her favorite shows as a child, and you even watch a few episodes of The Dick Van Dyke show on your phone.

She cooks lunch for the two of you and dances all the way through it with a pretty smile on her face and messy hair. She’s barefoot as she cooks, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and when she dances towards you, inviting you to join her and you take her hand, you find yourself thinking that if happiness were a tangible thing, you’d be holding it as you dance with her.

…

August, 15th

You decide to run a team exercise with Daisy and the boys in the simulation room, wanting to see if your suspicions are correct about her.

Some people, you’ve come to learn, are born heroes. But, unlike the lot of you, she might be something else.

“You sure about this?” Bucky asks you, a deep frown on his face as he checks the simulation you’ve chosen for them on the holo screen. Daisy is already inside, waiting for her instructions.

“I have a theory,” you tell him, and he huffs. You know you’re vague, but you want to be absolutely sure about what kind of agent she can become before you continue with her training.

“Are we doing this or what?” Clint asks as he enters the control center with his bow in his hands.

“She has a theory.” Bucky fills him in, and Clint grins.

“The kid must be good if we’re doing this now. Someone better has a few theories.”

“How is it going?” Wanda asks as she also joins you, and if you let your eyes wander, it’s only because you can’t help it at this point.

It’s not like you can ignore what she’s hiding beneath her clothes, and you’re not immune to the effect that the tone of her voice has on you when you know how high she can get and how low.

“You’re drooling.” Clint tells you, and you look away quickly, but you can still feel his eyes following your every move for the next couple of minutes.

“It’s this damn corset.” Wanda complains, and Bucky chuckles.

“Did we really need to be in our uniforms for this?” He asks, and his eyes also stray towards Wanda’s sinful corset for a flitting second.

“Yes.” You deadpan just as Tony and Sam join you, and you gather them around, completely ignoring the way Clint’s squinting his eyes in your direction.

“I’ve been training Daisy for the last few days,” you tell them. “And she shows a lot of promise, just like Nat said before. I want to run a scenario and see how she reacts to the situation before I continue her training.”

“I thought Natasha was training her.” Clint says as he checks his arrows, his eyes still suspiciously taking you in.

“She asked me to take over before she left,” you tell him calmly, and he hums.

“Did she ask you to take over anything else?” He asks, and you meet his suspicious stare with a cold glare.

“You have something to say?” You dare him, and he smiles.

“I’m just saying. Did Natasha say anything about running this simulation with the girl?”

“I’m making this call,” you tell him, and he raises his hand in the air. “I want to see if she’s a natural.”

“Let’s find that out.” Tony says as he makes for the door, and Wanda finally chances a look at you.

You think of apologizing, but she shakes her head very subtly before walking inside the simulation room, with you following close behind.

…

When the time comes and Tony falls, you observe Daisy very closely after taking a hit in the simulation. It’s all a plan, after all.

“What are you doing?” She asks as you fall to your knees next to Tony since his suit has shut down completely.

“Tony is down.” You don’t look at her as you pretend to try to open Tony’s suit, but you know it won’t budge.

“Where is everyone else?” She asks in a frenzy, still refusing to help you, and looking over her shoulder. “There are still civilians inside.”

“You gotta choose who you want to help most,” you tell her, and you watch her frown. “Tony is your teammate and he’s down. What do you do?”

Her frown deepens, and she lets out a frustrated little laugh before she shakes her head.

“I have to finish the mission. There are people inside.” She nods but doesn’t move right away, waiting for your word.

“So you’re gonna leave him here? To die, because the mission isn’t finished?” You ask her, and Tony—bless his heart—tries to reach out, most likely pretending to die.

“There are children inside,” Daisy tells you, and she looks and sounds confident when she speaks. “I think my teammate would want me to go back for them.”

You look to your right, where the rest of the team gathered, and you smile to yourself before looking back.

“It sounds like you’ve chosen, rookie.” You tell her, and she nods again.

“Yeah, I have.” A small smile appears on her lips before she turns to run, but the simulation comes to an end, and she turns back to face all of you, even Tony with his perfectly functioning iron suit.

“O-kay?” She says in a confused manner, but Bucky beats you to the punch before you can say something.

“Buckle up, kid.” He says as he walks past her and makes for the door. “Being an Avenger is hard work.”

“What?” Daisy asks, her eyes meeting yours, and you shake your head.

“Go back to the drills, rookie.” You tell her pointedly. “We’ll talk later.”

…

“So?” You ask the people remaining, and Tony shakes his head with a smile on his face.

“She’s way too young.” He says.

“She’s got heart.” Sam shrugs. “That’s good.”

“She’s just a kid,” Clint says as he wraps an arm around Wanda’s shoulders. You watch her lean on his side and even rest her head on his shoulder.

“She’s only three years younger than me.” You point out, and Wanda smiles at you, even as she’s wrapping her arms around Clint’s waist with friendly familiarity.

“Age isn’t really what Clint’s referring to,” she says. “She’s inexperienced, and you might as well be a veteran. Even though you’re only three years older than her.”

“I think she deserves a chance,” you argue. “And Fury obviously does too, or else he wouldn’t have brought her here in the first place.”

“I think we should wait for Natasha to come back,” Clint says, and Wanda finally disentangles herself from his arms. “She’s her S.O.”

“I agree.” Tony votes as he makes for the door.

You wait for the rest of the guys to walk out before you take a seat in front of the screens to go over the exercise footage. Daisy needs a chance. Maybe you can talk to Natasha about starting her off with a low-risk mission and see how it goes from there.

You can’t shake the look on Clint’s face out of your head, though, and you can’t help but feel slightly scared for several reasons.

You don’t want Wanda freaking out and ending what you two have sooner than you planned, but you definitely don’t want her to have problems either. Plus, if word gets out of what’s really happening, you fear that the entire team’s dynamic will be affected by the consequences. It’s imperative that you two keep this secret for good.

“You worry too much.” A soft voice speaks behind you, and you smile to yourself. “He’s always been nosy.” She says as her hands begin to massage your shoulders, unaware of the shivers that run down your back the more she touches you.

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” You tell her, and Wanda moves to sit beside you, her hands now holding yours as she pulls herself closer to you.

“Let me worry about him,” she says with a subtle smile. “Come on. I’m gonna cook lunch and you’re gonna eat with me, and then we’re gonna go to your room and we’re gonna watch a movie.”

“That’s all we’re gonna do?” You ask as you let her pull you up to your feet, and she smiles, her teeth catching her bottom lip between them as she gives you a look you’ve come to know well.

“In the official version, yes.”

…

August, 16th

You wake up early, but Wanda is no longer in your bed. Looking at your bedside clock, you notice it is not even 6 am and her side of the bed is already cold.

You get up, and on your way to your closet, you realize that the clothes she was wearing last night are on a chair now, meaning she picked them up from the floor and chose to wear something else instead.

The thought that she could be wearing something yours makes you stupidly giddy, so you throw a shirt and sweats before leaving your room in search of her.

You go straight to the kitchen, and true to your suspicion, she’s by the stove already working on breakfast.

And she is wearing your clothes. She’s wearing your favorite sweater, and your steps falter for just a second at seeing her…

Without giving it much of a thought, your feet take you straight to her, and the moment you put your hands on her waist, she turns her face, and you kiss her smiling lips.

“Good morning,” she says in a whisper, and you kiss her again.

“Why do you always refuse to sleep in?” You ask her, and she turns around fully, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she kisses you with a little more enthusiasm.

“I was making breakfast for you,” she says, pulling back slightly. There’s not a single ounce of make-up on her this early in the morning, not on her eyebrows, not on her lips, not on her cheeks - and she still is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

“Were you gonna bring it to bed?” You ask her as you kiss her neck, and she giggles, running her hands on your back as you return your lips to hers and kiss her for a few long seconds.

“I thought we could eat in bed,” she says when you pull back slightly. “Stay in for a few hours, or until we’re needed elsewhere.”

Her hands are on your nape, her fingers running up and down, sending involuntary shivers down your entire body and making you hold her closer against you in response.

“I’d like that,” you murmur against her lips, and the smile on her face makes you feel warm. It almost seems like she could - like she could feel something for you.

…

August, 17th

You continue to train with Daisy, but you know that ultimately this is Natasha’s rookie, and she has the last word on how to proceed.

Having an audience for a training session isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but having Clint standing just a few feet away from the mats, staring intently at you while you try to teach Daisy something…is exasperating, and you can’t wait for Kate to come back.

At least when she’s here, Clint’s whole focus switches to her. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

You cut your time with Daisy short and dismiss her quickly before making your way to pick up your towel and bottle of water.

“She likes you,” Clint says when you walk by him, and you’re tempted to roll your eyes. “Is that why you want her in the field? Is she trading your approval with something else?” He asks suggestively, and his comment doesn’t land well on you.

You turn around abruptly and meet his stupid grin with a hard cold glare. “Watch what you’re saying, Barton.”

“Come on.” He insists when you pick up your pace, now impatient to get away from him. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed her longing stares and blushing cheeks. That girl is into you.”

“Nothing’s happened, if that’s what you’re asking.” You try to brush him off as you walk down the hallway to the nearest elevator.

You hear him hum as you wait, and the buzzing sound of the elevator is the only sound left between the two of you.

He thinks he knows something, and you don’t mind him thinking that you have a minor crush on Wanda. Hell, everyone in the Compound is aware of how attractive she is. It wouldn’t exactly be a crime.

What you don’t want to do, under any circumstance, is give him a lead that he feels he must follow.

When the elevator’s doors finally slide open, you can’t walk inside any faster. Not that it stops him from blocking the doors from closing back up.

“You should ask her out,” he says with a casual shrug and your spink prickles.

“Ask the rookie out on a date? That’s your advice?” You pin him with a stare, and he shrugs again.

“Why not?”

“We’re trying to recruit her, me asking her out would be the worst thing to happen to her right now. She has a lot to prove, unlike me. And she wants to be here, she wants to do some good, unlike many others.”

“Is that the only reason why you refuse to ask her out?” He asks, and although he’s trying to keep this exchange light, his cards are already on the table for you to see.

“Do you follow up with everyone who stares at Wanda’s boobs for a few seconds when her wife is not around?” You ask, and he grins, and you hate that it feels like he’s got the upper hand.

“No, of course not.” He laughs to himself. “My day isn’t nearly as long for that, just with the ones who look like lovefools when they do.”

You laugh along with him, however awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. “She’s got great boobs. Don’t tell Nat I said that.”

He stares at you for a hot second, perhaps looking for something in your eyes that might give him the lead he’s trying to find, but you’re certain that you hold the upper hand now. Or at least you hope so.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t like that.” He shakes his head softly, a small frown appearing on his brow. “She’d agree, but she wouldn’t like it.”

“Come on, man. I’m gay, not stupid. You think I’d flirt with the Black Widow’s wife on purpose? She’d kill me.”

“She wouldn’t.” He shakes his head, his eyes locking you in for a moment.

It’s only when the doors close as you stare at him that guilt falls down on you, and you try your hardest to not think about it…

…

“You’re okay?” Wanda asks, and you take in a deep breath, your eyes still firmly locked on the ceiling of the cottage.

When you got here, she’d already set an almost perfect atmosphere on the living room floor. The fireplace was crackling alive, and pillows were scattered around, making up a cozy nest for the two of you.

She was smiling, and you forgot about everything else; she seemed to forget too. You paid no mind to the movie beginning to play softly from her laptop, or the bowl of popcorn she’d made, or the red wine that was already served a few feet away.

You were eager to kiss the smile off her face, and she was eager to undress you, and it felt - it felt different this time around, and you can’t exactly explain why.

Now you’re holding her close, her naked body pressed against yours as she observes you and waits for you to answer her question, spoken in a tired whisper against your ear.

“What is it?” She asks as she lifts herself up a little, and she cups your face as the white blanket she was covered with slips down her torso.

She’s so beautiful, and a part of you still believes that she’s too good for you. A part of you, a big part of you, still can’t comprehend how she could ever give you a chance like this.

“Everything’s fine.” You smile, and she observes you for a beat, her eyes inquisitive, but it doesn’t take long before a beautiful smile appears on her lips, making her eyes lit up while your heart tries to beat out of your chest and float into her hands to do as she pleases with it.

“You sure?” She asks as she leans forward, her lips pressing a few soft kisses along your jaw and cheek.

“I’ve wanted you for a long while,” you find yourself telling her, and she presses her lips to yours, her eyes firmly locked with yours as she smiles softly.

“I know.” She whispers, her lips still so close to yours that they graze each other when she speaks.

“Being here with you - ” you trail off, not exactly knowing where you want to take that sentence, and her eyes anchoring you to this moment, begging you to be present, to enjoy this for what it is.

“I know.” She whispers again, perhaps with the intention of quiet you and your racing thoughts, your racing feelings.

She’s smiling softly, her lips tainted a bright pink after she licks them, and you’re entranced. It’s unfair - it’s unfair how this woman who will never be truly yours has this much power over you.

And you’re aware that you’re leaving so much behind you, you’re overlooking so many things that should matter to you because of her, and you don’t really mind.

You know what this is, and you don’t want to screw it up. You want August—you want all of August.

“Wanna go again?” You ask her, deflating, and you’re not surprised when her laughter fills the otherwise quiet cottage with her glorious sound.

She kisses you wantonly, her hands pushing away the blanket from your bodies completely, and laughter isn’t the only sound you manage to pull out of her in the next few hours.

…

August, 18th

“God, that feels so good.” She moans as you run your hands on her back, adding just the right amount of pressure to alleviate a slight discomfort she’s been feeling since she woke up.

“When you called me here earlier, I have to admit this isn’t what I thought you’d ask me to do.” You laugh, and she moans some more at your ministrations.

“But it feels so good.” She laughs too, and you have to kiss her cheek if only to see the way she blushes and tries to hide her face in the pillows.

You’re sitting on her thighs, and she’s wearing nothing over the waist, and the longer you massage her back and stare at all the skin on display, you can’t help but wish you could write your name on it.

“How about a bath?” You propose as you move to lay next to her. Grabbing her shirt to cover her front, she lays on her side to look at you with a gentle smile on her lips.

“I’d like that,” she says as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her hand coming to rest on your cheek after, her hazel eyes locking you in.

You don’t want to get your hopes up because you know what you agreed to, but the way she’s looking at you makes it impossible.

Her thumb moves on your skin, caressing your lip as her eyes study every inch of your face, and you pull your bodies closer by pressing a hand on her lower back. She sighs, and you feel her breath against your chin before she presses her lips against yours in an intimate and sweet short kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” she says, and you know she means it. “Unfairly so.”

“You think?” You ask, mostly to stray her attention because you’re starting to blush, and she chuckles, seeing right through you.

“You are.” She insists, her free hand now on your chest, her smile still the most alluring thing in the world. “I like you so much,” she says, and you capture her lips in a warm and long kiss that she reciprocates in kind.

Between giggles and innocent touches, you two make out like teenagers hiding behind the bleachers in school. You kiss her without growing tired of the taste of her lips or the soft mewling sounds that leave her parted lips each time you chase a different angle.

You kiss lazily and slow for long minutes, and then you have to pin her hands against her mattress when she gets handsier. She rolls her eyes in playful disappointment and laughs out loud when you kiss her naked breasts in jest.

“Come on.” You remove yourself completely from her bed and take her hand to help her up. “A bath awaits us.”

“You just want us naked.” She laughs as she wraps her arms around your waist. “Admit it.”

“Well, that’s not a secret.” You comb her hair back with your fingers and kiss her nose as she smiles up at you. “You’re kind of my favorite person, you know that?”

“I had a suspicion.” She scrunches up her nose, and your heart does a summersault inside of your chest. You really don’t think it’s possible for you to fall any deeper for her.

“Did you now?” You smile too, but she kisses that smile off your face quickly and wantonly.

…

When you emerge from Wanda’s room, it’s already dark out, meaning you spent the entire day with her. An entire day of lovemaking and laughing together, and that look in her eyes that keeps threatening to swallow you whole.

“I saw that,” Tony says the moment you step into the kitchen, and the fact that you didn’t notice him first doesn’t seem to bother you at all.

“Saw what?” You ask him distractedly as you go to the fridge for a beer.

Your mind is invaded with images of Wanda and her bed and the waves in the bathtub as she moaned your name, and you moaned hers. You can’t shake the image of her wet body moving on top of you as she straddled you, your fingers buried deep inside of her as she gripped your shoulders and you kissed her neck.

“Wanda and you,” Tony says, and you blink yourself back to this moment. “That’s what I saw.”

You look at him in a daze, trying to process his words as you become frozen where you stand. His eyes are harboring a hard look, looking impatient as he waits for you to catch up.

“What?” You swallow with difficulty, suddenly feeling very afraid, and he pins you down a different kind of stare.

“What are you doing?” He asks you through gritted teeth, and you’re only now noticing that he’s not having a drink, he’s not eating - he’s just been waiting here for you.

“What are you talking about?” You ask him, and he looks at you, letting out a sigh of disappointment.

“She’s married.” He tells you sternly as if perhaps you need the reminder. “To a member of the team. I hate to say this, but you have to think about the team, and what something like this could mean for it.”

Your stomach twitches and turns as he looks at you, but you can’t open your mouth to say a word, let alone deny what he obviously already knows.

He leaves the kitchen, and you’re left swimming in a pool of guilt and uncertainty that you know will drown you if you let it.

…

August, 19th

You wake up to lips kissing your chin and wandering cold hands slipping under your sleeping shirt. Opening your eyes, you’re met with the most gorgeous sight.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Wanda smiles right before kissing your lips.

“Morning,” you respond as she gets under the covers with you and snuggles into your side. You hug her close, more than happy to oblige, and she hums as she buries her face in your neck, and it feels - it feels as if she’s basking in peace.

“I missed you last night,” she says, and your heart aches at hearing her say these words. “I was tempted to sneak here in the middle of the night.”

“Why didn’t you?” You ask as you close your eyes and just hold her.

“I’m here now,” she says while pressing her lips on your throat in a gentle kiss, and her cold hand sneaks beneath your shirt again. “You’re warm.”

You’re also very aware that she didn’t answer your question.

“And your hands are always cold,” you tell her. She laughs, and you kiss her, soft and fleeting as if you had the rest of your life to kiss her as many times as you want.

“Whatcha wanna do today?” She asks you, and she has this playful look in her eyes that makes you want to never leave this bed, never let her go.

“I wish we could just stay in this bed,” you tell her as you run your hand up her arm. “I just want to hold you.” You graze her cheek with the back of your fingers, and she closes her eyes, her chest expanding as she takes in a deep breath, and you think she might have feelings for you now.

She could, you tell yourself, she could feel something for you.

“I just want you to hold me,” she says, opening her eyes and bringing her hand up to cup your cheek. Her hand isn’t so cold anymore, and you’re captivated by her soft smile that might hold a secret that she won’t be willing to share with you.

Maybe you should talk to her about Tony, but you just want to hold her, and that’s what you do.

You two end up sleeping for a bit, and when you wake up, you feel different. She feels different.

“We can’t really stay in, can we?” She asks, and all these feelings you have for her - they all make you want too much.

You want to tell her that you could, if she were willing, you could have all the time in the world. But you refrain from it because you know what this is despite wanting too much.

“Not here,” you tell her, not knowing what else to say or where to take this conversation.

The look in her eyes turns a little sad, and the small smile on her face reflects only pain. However intensely she looks at you, you don’t shy away from it, and eventually, she pushes your shoulder lightly, so you lay back, and she can roll over you.

For a moment, you think she’s gonna kiss you and make you forget about the meaningful look in her eyes, but she takes her time. She runs her fingertips on your lips, her eyes still searching for something in yours and perhaps realizing how much her stare is confusing you and filling you with hope.

She nuzzles her nose against yours, and she doesn’t kiss your lips; no, she presses a soft and lingering kiss on your forehead before leaving your bed.

…

Wanda’s soft kiss stays with you for the rest of the morning, and it steals all your focus away to the point where Kate is able to sneak up on you in the gym, where you’re supposed to be overlooking Daisy’s training.

“Oh, wow.” She chuckles when you fall on your back, with no idea of what just happened. “You’re really out of it, aren’t you?”

Daisy tries to rush to your side to help you up, but you raise your hand in her direction.

“It’s okay”, you tell her before looking at Kate’s smiling face. “You have a dead wish, kid.” You tell her, making her laugh even as she helps you up on your feet.

“Good to see you, Kate. Great to have you back avenging with us.” She says in what you assume is your voice she’s mimicking, but your glare only makes her laugh harder.

“You’re not an Avenger.” You remind her with mock kindness, and she punches your arm, much to your amusement.

“Yet.” She points her finger at you. “I’m not an Avenger yet, but everyone knows I’ll fill in when grandpa over there finally retires!” She shouts the last part, and Clint laughs from the other side of the gym.

“Get over here, we’re not done.” He calls her out, and Kate bumps your shoulder as she begins to make her way over to him.

“Catch you later, killer.” She winks at you, and you’re smiling, despite finding her entrance less than ideal.

You really need to pull yourself together.

…

You’re shaking, your entire body humming as you keep your eyes closed, trying to focus on your breathing. Wanda is laughing softly, her lips pressing light kisses on your face as your legs shake and you dig your short nails on her bareback to keep yourself centered on this reality.

“It’s okay,” she says, whispering against your cheek, her hot breath only managing to make you twitch under her.

Her hips are perfectly still against yours, but you can still feel the toy buried deep inside of you, and the aftershocks of what must be the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had, aren’t stopping just yet.

You can still feel your lower half trembling, your breath still ragged as she continues to pepper your face with soft and caring kisses.

“I love the way you gasp my name when you cum,” she says, making you twitch again, but you finally manage to open your eyes.

She has the most beautiful look on her blushing face, and you pull her down to kiss her as you move your hips against hers again, already wanting more.

It’s a long night where she takes care of you in one and a million ways, and you can do nothing but let her.

By the time the sun begins to rise, you’re both facing each other without even realizing that you’ve been talking for hours.

…

August, 20th

You haven’t slept one bit, but somehow you still feel full of energy, even when the slight discomfort at walking reminds you of the long night that you had.

It doesn’t help that you feel yourself blushing each time you see Wanda in passing, and the secret smile on her face when she sees you makes you walk away faster every single time.

Of all the things you could have imagined about her, you’d have never thought of her as being that insatiable in bed. You have no idea of how many times you came last night, and she didn’t seem to grow tired of touching you at all.

After lunch, you attend a meeting with the rest of the team, which consists of getting everyone up to speed on the work that you all do in the Compound while you wait for your next mission. There’s also reports being handed out about the people you keep tabs on and the long missions that each one of you oversees on your own.

The meeting is long, with everyone discussing the recruits’ progress and the kind of work that will be trusted upon them. Daisy is at the forefront of the talk, and while everyone agrees that she should be handed out something small, the sooner, the better, it’s only fair that Natasha decides where Daisy goes first.

At one point, you get up to get a drink from the back of the room, and Wanda follows you.

“How about we go to the cottage after this meeting is over?” She asks you subtly as she goes about grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, and you grab a cup to pour yourself some coffee.

“I’m in.” You smile, and she nudges your shoulder with hers before going back to the table, where Tony is beginning his official presentation of his latest upgrades to the suits.

You can’t seem to focus on what he’s saying, and you know you should try harder to pay attention, but your mind keeps reminding you of last night, and you can’t think of anything else.

She might have feelings for you, you know it, you can feel it, but you’re not sure if you’re brave enough to bring it up anytime soon.

As it is, when the meeting is over, it’s almost five pm, and the events of last night seem to finally be catching up to you. You’re yawning your way out of the meeting room, and your eyelids are dropping on their own.

“Baby wants a nap?” Clint asks you, and Kate laughs by his side but dutifully drags him away from you.

“Had a late night?” Tony asks you, and you avoid looking into his eyes as you try your hardest not to yawn again.

“Something like that,” you tell him, blinking extra fast and feeling your eyes beginning to tear up.

He hums, and although he walks by your side down the hallway, he makes a grunting kind of noise before he turns on the first left down a different hallway, and you’re left to call the elevator on your own.

“Does baby want a nap?” Wanda asks you, suddenly by your side, and you can’t help but laugh at hearing the tone of her voice.

She knows how annoying you find Clint and his effortlessness at getting under your skin with a simple sentence.

“Aw, baby.” She chuckles when you yawn instead of answering her question, and when the elevator’s door opens and closes behind you, she’s quick to wrap her arms around you, her lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple as her hands run up and down your back reassuringly. “We can always go to the cottage tomorrow.”

“I want to go,” you tell her, but you’re already feeling heavy in her arms. You could just close your eyes and let the smell of her shampoo and the solid protectiveness she emanates lure you to sleep.

“You need to sleep,” she says as the elevator comes to a stop. “Go to my room, I have to talk to Clint real quick and then I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay.” You nod, and she kisses you quickly, a pretty smile on her lips as you yawn for the dozenth time in her presence.

“Go on, beautiful. I’ll be right behind you.”

…

You wake up feeling confused and way too hot, almost suffocatingly hot. It takes you a moment to realize that you’re in Wanda’s bedroom, and she has her arms wrapped around you from behind securely, meaning she’s the source of the heat.

Her chest is firmly pressed against your back, her arms possessively keeping you close, and by the even sound of her breathing, she’s fast asleep.

Pushing the blanket she’s covered the both of you with back, you begin to breathe a little easier.

You don’t know what you’re doing anymore.

You love her, and August is almost over, and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to just walk away after all this.

You feel slightly lost, as if you’re disappearing, and you can do nothing to stop it.

“What time is it?” She asks groggily, her arms only wrapping around you tighter as she stirs.

“Eleven forty five,” you answer promptly after checking her bedside clock.

“How are you feeling?” She asks while blindly reaching out until you grab her hand, and she intertwines your fingers together.

For a moment, you’re caught staring at her pale and long fingers, filling in the gaps between your own, and you can’t help but feel like you might be breaking.

You move to lay on your back if only to be able to look at her face and without answering yet.

“Hi.” She smiles before kissing your lips softly, letting her nose nuzzle against yours as she pulls back. “Feeling rested?”

“A little bit, yeah.” You smile, and she kisses you again as if she couldn’t help but kiss the smile off your lips.

“I like this,” she says, her eyes dancing on your face as if she were memorizing you. “Waking up next to you, and kissing your sleepy face.”

She peppers your face with playful kisses, and you laugh at her antics before her lips find yours, and you kiss her fully.

And you can’t explain the feeling in your chest. It’s as if - as if you are loved, and your heart knows it, but you’re so terrified that you can’t fully focus on it.

“You wanna stay here tonight?” She asks, and you notice she’s practically on top of you, her weight a nuzzling thing pressing against you as she waits for an answer.

“I wanna stay here forever.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think them through, and while you’re on the edge of panic, she just smiles calmly at you.

“Then stay,” she says, her eyes sparkling with something that’s not her magic. She seems to radiate joy, and you find it contagious.

The next time she kisses you, she does it gently, delicately, and it feels new, although you’ve kissed plenty in the last ten days.

She kisses you as if she could never grow tired of the taste of your lips, her hands limited to cup your face and grace your chin every few seconds. You feel cared for, and although every single kiss has led to something more until now, you don’t seem to want anything more now.

It’s strange because although you want her, you don’t want to break this kiss, this kiss that feels eternal.

But you’re not, and she’s isn’t yours to have.

The door bursts open, and Wanda pulls back from you as you sit up in a rush to find Kate standing still under the doorframe, her hand still gripping the handle as she looks at you in shock.

For a terrifying moment, the world seems to stop.

Your stomach drops, and Wanda stands up slowly, but you can see her hands shaking slightly and her breathing getting elaborated.

“They’re back,” Kate says, finally remembering what she came here for. “Steve and Natasha - Natasha is here.”

“What?” Wanda asks, and your stomach drops for the second time for the night.

Kate leaves without sparing either one of you another look, and Wanda is - you don’t think she’s breathing.

“Wanda,” you call her, and she finally looks at you. Gone is the look in her eyes that she only saved for you. Gone is the person that was just kissing you a minute ago.

“I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head before she makes for the door. “God, I’m so sorry.” Her accent is so thick, and she’s shaking, looking as if she wants to stay but knowing that she has to leave at the same time.

“It’s okay,” you tell her, even as you leave her bed and feel your heart breaking.

“You have to leave,” she says, and her voice breaks, her eyes turn red in a blink, and you have the urge to reassure her, but you can’t do it right now.

“I know.” You nod, and the weird thing is that you’re almost certain that you can see your own heartbreak reflected in the look on her face.

…

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #scarlett witch x reader #august

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elvenbeard · 11 months

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Maybe the biggest gift is the friends we made along the way 🎂

Happy Birthday, V!

Was staying up way too late and getting way too emotional over these fictional gonks last night, but yes... I've wanted to do a bigger scene like this for so long, and what better occasion than male V's canon birthday today!

These aren't all my favourites from the game (the sofa wouldn't be big enough for it xD), but the people Vince would like to invite over for the occasion for sure, let it be a year or two down the line when they all actually are in the same area at the right time and come together like this (and uuuhhh... obvious problems with one certain ex-bodyguard set aside and solved because I said so!). It would really be a special thing to have everyone there that's been with him during one of the worst times of his life. Thanks to them (amongst many others) he even gets the chance to celebrate another birthday.

Some more ramblings about some of the interactions I'm picturing here and why I placed everyone the way I did under the cut xD And some more pics to come in a separate post later :3

Front and center obviously Vince and Kerry and Judy, my faves, my loves <3 I think this would probably be one of only a handful of times Kerry ever meets Judy in person. He only ever hears her over the holo and knows her from what V told him, because she left Night City before they got a chance to meet prior to the game's endings. I think they would go along so well though, and besides Kerry, Judy is the person Vince feels closest to out of the group pictured here, and he'd be so excited to know Kerry and her get along as well.

Then Judy and Panam... I lowkey ship it so hard, and I mean, they would make one power couple, but at the very least I think they'd become good friends, maybe Judy even travels with the Aldecaldos for a while or joins them, like in the Star ending when she's romanced.

I put River in the back and center cause he's the biggest of the bunch and I think he'd love being there, watching over everyone in a way (and keeping an eye on Takemura, cause he doesn't trust him xD). I'd like to think him and Viktor get talking about boxing, workouts, maybe make plans for a friendly sparring match. Maybe they've even met before on some occasion, only just realizing it now. Viktor is btw out of the whole bunch the person Vince has know the longest, almost as long as he knew Jackie in my background story for him.

Goro keeps himself in the back because he definitely is the odd one out of the bunch (probably didn't wanna come in the first place), but maybe he's starting to realize this moment that a life without Arasaka is not the end of the world after all. That there's always room for new beginnings, no matter how unlikely it seems (but he's still gonna give V shit, and V is gonna give him shit, obviously XD they're bickering like an old couple probably, much to Judy's and Panam's amusement who previously were rather wary of Goro).

Then a pair I only really got thinking about when I set this up were Misty and Kerry because... It does kinda make sense, and I think they'd get along really well? Like, Vince and Misty have known each other for a few years, and he likes her a lot, but he's not as close to her as he was to Jackie for example. She was definitely a positive guidance throughout the whole mess in 2077, and he really appreciates her for always seeing the good in everything. And I think Kerry would be a bit confused about her in the beginning, but since he also has spiritual leanings I think they'd find a lot of common ground. I also think Misty would just treat him as Vince's partner, some guy, not be all in awe about him being famous - aware of it, but ignoring it, because it does not matter in the grand scheme of things how rich and famous you are but whether or not you're a decent human being.

And Nibbles is there because she lives there, obviously, this is her penthouse, her sofa xD Needs to make sure everyone behaves!

I had been thinking about including Rogue in the scene, but then I also thought... she probably wouldn't come xD Be like "nah kid, thanks, but you do you", and she's not that close with Vince on a personal level. Same goes for Claire, I love her so much, and while I think she and Vince get along very well, they're not as close (or maybe she just didn't have time).

I was pondering also if I wanted to include Jackie and Johnny in some way, because they can't be there physically for known reasons (and even though Vince wouldn't have invited Johnny just to annoy him, Johny would have come anyway to annoy him back, so there's that XD). Decided against it in the end because the ideas I had would have meant more editing than what I was ready to do just now, but I have some more ideas with Vince and Jackie and Johnny that work better in a different setting anyway.

if you've read this far, here's a piece of birthday cake 🍰

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penname-artist · 5 months

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Merry Chrysler-

I MEANT TO POST THESE CHRISTMAS HEADCANONS A YEAR AGO

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE THEN

I'M SORRY CHILDREN YOU CAN HAVE YOUR CANDY NOW

I swear I am totally not biased when I say that I'll side with Shu's headcanon of Lightning being very into singing and then getting caught doing so and being good at doing so while putting up Christmas decorations. Okay. Maybe a LITTLE bit biased.

But I am NOT biased when I say that he and Mater BOTH do it and they have a habit of starting a lyric and waiting for the other to give them the next one so they can duet the rest. It's adorable, but it drives the town crazy just as much.

Red always puts something happy and festive on the old Stanley statue. Some years it's a wreath. Some years he has a red glowing nose. Sometimes he gets little antlers. It's a nice nod to his love for the holidays, and it makes Lizzie so happy.

Finn and Leland used to play that silly Hide the Pickle game on Christmas morning, except with very ramped up stakes because they loved a challenge. Since his passing, Finn's now dangerously taught both Mater and Holley to play. Mater tries his best, though he's not great at hiding them and he's lucky at best with finding, and Holley, well...let's just say that she did such a good job her first time trying to hide it that they all gave up looking, and ended up having to buy another one to use.

Every year, Dusty goes out and puts up tacky Christmas lights for the year. And every year, he and Chug get tangled in it. And every year until 2013, Dottie was tasked with helping them out. Since 2013, every year she puts it up to Skipper and Sparky to do instead. Never fails.

You ever heard of something called a "Drive thru nativity scene"? I've been to one, once. You sit in your car and drive through a live reenactment of the towns and the nativity, and you pay fake coin taxes at certain stops, and dad almost got put in fake jail by Roman soldiers because he wouldn't pay those taxes anyways the point is they have one that they do at Radiator Springs now and over the years they have garnered a lot of traffic. Sally and Lightning only did the Mary and Joseph bit one year, and it ended in Joseph being run over by fans and backing up the line, so he lent his role to someone else (it changes every year)

During his reign over the Lodge, Cad Spinner went above and beyond for Christmas light displays during the holidays, which ate up the electric bill for one and left a fire hazard for another. When Jammer took over his position, though, the annual display had become wildly popular, so - with the assistance and better pay of the Piston Peak fire and rescue - they kept the event running. So long as Ryker stayed close by.

The Smokejumpers pulled an Epic Christmas Prank on - or rather with - Cabbie one year. He had no idea what everyone was giggling about, as they boarded up to drop over a fire. And then later, Maru held up a photo he got of him while he was taking off with them. He rolled his eyes at the sight of the bright red "ELF BACKUP" sign written across his hatch.

Blade's not really a Christmas guy, but, there's one thing he enjoys during the Christmas season, and that's peppermints. He's fucking addicted. Maru will catch him swiping them from the little bowl Patch puts out in the mess hall, and they go through a whole bag in less than two weeks. Addicted I tell you.

Specifically in humanized land, Cabbie has whittled - while Windlifter paints - simplified wooden nutcracker statues, reflecting the features of each of the Smokejumpers. There's five on the mantle in the mess hall for them, and another shelf that holds a handful more for the jumpers past.

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gisele0127 · 11 months

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Blanket Fort With Kurona!

notes: wanted to get rid of the draft😭, just some fluff, minor spoilers (not really), kurona being really cute, kinda short.

Kurona loves building blanket forts with you, and just spending time with you overall. So when he came back after the U20 game he was so exited to see you. He invited you over to his house one day while his parents were gone for work, and you gladly accepted. When you got to his house you were so exited to see him! Sure you just saw him yesterday (y’all have been hanging out everyday since he’s been back), but you didn’t get to see him for months while he was gone. As he let you in you went up to hug him and give him a little peck on the cheek. He’s so cute when he’s blushing. You love hugging him too even though he’s only a little bit taller than you. Tall boys are overrated. Short boys is where it’s at. As you both get settled on the couch he puts on the little mermaid (it’s his guilty pleasure), you both love watching it together. Kurona is a very quiet and introverted person, just like you. But with him you always talk and he will always listen. He brings out a very special side of you. Normally you’re usually asking for affection or cuddles but this time it’s kurona.

“Blanket fort?”

You smile. He’s so adorable.

“Sure babe”

He gets multiple blankets from his closet while you clear the living room a little bit. He loves building blanket forts with you, but loves cuddling in them with you even more. As you two get settled in the fort kurona pulls you closer to him. He then gets on top of you, and practically glares at you until your hands are either rubbing his back or playing with his hair. (It’s his favorite position right behind him being the little spoon.) He gives you a kiss on the forehead and says,

“Missed you so much y/n. Some of the boys are dramatic and smelly.”

You snicker at that. He’s funny even when he doesn’t try.

“I missed you more. Do you know how annoying it was not being able to see or text you. Got me worried you were cheating on me…with a dramatic smelly soccer player😟”

He smiles. You love it when he smiles. He’s just so adorable. He kisses your lips one more time before he settles his head between your neck and shoulder.

“Love you. So much. So much.”

It’s been about 3 hours since you both fell asleep and 1 since his dad got home. His mom enters to see a mess in the living room and her husband sitting at the table reading a book. She looks at him confused until she looks at both of you sound asleep tangled in eachother. She smiles.

“I can’t wait to plan their wedding”

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roll-of-royces · 2 months

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HC: The LaDS Find Out You're A Single Mom & Meet Your Ex

This was an open request @exactlycleverpirate had on her page. SO here we go. I had a lot of fun on this prompt and I made new banners!

FINDING OUT . With him knowing you since the two of you were young; it perhaps takes Zayne most, out of the three, by surprise. It shouldn't of course, it's been years and yet … there you are. He finds out because you, trusting Zayne as the very best doctor in Linkon, bring your child to him for a check-up. Concerns about your heart condition affecting their growth encourage you to tell Zayne about your child. You love them far too much to selfishly keep them a secret.

After the initial shock, which for Zayne results in a whole lot of stunned blinking, he changes focus. Because this is you, and this child, with eyes the same color as yours, is a part of you. And he needs to do his job. Because you're right, he doesn't know what the effects you may have passed on are.

He runs through his tests, but he's softer than usual (though he does often become less cold when in the children's ward). Zayne hands them a seal made of snow to entertain them during the blood testing, makes soft whispered jokes that has them giggling, and makes sure they get not one but three stickers for their bravery. And well … if he notices you are a blushing mess because of the positive interaction then that in yet another advantage.

By the end of the appointment your child seems rather fond of him, and boldly invited him to dinner. Zayne accepts, much to your stammering surprise. He gives you a smile as the three of you leave, reminding you, yes it's okay. Whether it is three or two or more he is happy. He is with you.

MEETING THE EX . Zayne knew he would eventually have to meet the father of your child, though he does on principal secretly dislike him. How could he have respect for a man that creates a child and then abandons them and the perfect woman on top of it. But he didn't really expect your ex to be so … disgusting.

He's quick with a crass statement, or underhanded comment. Zayne made sure to stay back, to allow you to control the encounter but his normally well-controlled temper rises when your ex grabs your chin forcing you to look at him. No one touches you, no one.

He doesn't mean to, but he's got his hand around the man's wrist yanking him back. Protectiveness curling up in his gut, "That's more than enough."

Your ex thinks he wants to fight, but Zayne will not give him the satisfaction. He doesn't need to, he's a trained field medic. Zayne knows a thousand ways to kill someone quickly without ever getting a drop of blood on him. And the best part.

Ice melts. What weapon, officer?

FINDING OUT . Xavier finds out on bring your kid to work day. You'd been putting off telling him, because you didn't know what he would think. Though you're certain he probably already knows after all he lives on the floor above you. But maybe not, because his coffee cup is on the floor liquid seeping into his boots. He blinks at you, shakes his head as if to clear it and makes his way over.

Xavier doesn't address you, instead he sinks onto one knee, coffee already forgotten and asks, "So who are you?"

Your kid is taken with him right away, maybe it's the brightness that always clings to Xavier, maybe it's the stories you’ve already told (after all Deepspace Hunters are cool). Or maybe it's the kindness, the way that the moment Xavier looks at them it's as if they are together in a separate world.

They spend the day with each other more than your kid spends with you. It becomes a bit of a game, swordsmanship with pens for weapons, Xavier whipping them down the hall in a rolling chair as you laugh so hard you can't breathe. It's a complete success.

Xavier looks over at you, eyes drooping from fatigue after running around with your little one he smiles. "They look just like you." His smile continues, "I hope our child does too." And then before you can figure out what to say to that as your heart beats too fast in your chest, he falls asleep at his desk, your little one passed out in the chair next to him. Two sleeping stars, the greatest lights of your life.

MEETING THE EX . Your prior partner visits you at the office, even though you've asked him a dozen times not to. He does it anyway, maybe just to vex you. So you're already irritated when he gets there, more so when he knocks over your pencil holder just to be rude.

Xavier seems to appear out of nowhere and he's barely recognizable. There's something sharp about him, fatigue entirely absent in his eyes. Something angry and soldier like, it's the look he gets before he takes on a particularly nasty Wanderer.

"Office is for friends and family only. You don't have clearance." His voice is harsh, your ex draws back in surprise, muttering excuses.

You half expect Xavier to lead him out physically, dragging him by the arm all the way. He doesn't but mostly because your ex is already on the move, thinking Xavier is some high level exec, which in a way he is. When your ex is in the elevator Xavier makes his way back up to you.

"Are you alright?" He starts picking up your pencils for you, making sure they're the same way they were before.

You stand and hug him, and Xavier holds you tight.

FINDING OUT . You're out at the market, your child close by when you run into Rafayel leaning over a market stall. He spots you before you can hide in the crowd, because you really should have told him already but you keep chickening out. He makes his way over, gait casual. "Babysitting?" He asks.

You could lie, but you'd never do that to your child. Never pretend blatantly they are an inconvenience to be hidden away, you tell him the truth. Rafayel falls into about twenty different woo is me complaints about having not been told sooner. He throws his arm around you pretending to be mortally injured, but you notice no hurt in his eyes.

When you ask if he's really not mad he just winks, "Two muses is better than one." The three of you spend the rest of the early afternoon shopping and getting lunch. Like always Rafayel is casual with his money, buying things both you and your child have your eyes on.

He spoils you, feeds you well, and you return as a group to his studio. Your kid is enchanted by all the paintings, running around looking at them, touching them. Rafayel lets him, utterly unconcerned and even content. Really he looks happy, as if the world is a little brighter.

Once your little one fully explores Rafayel ends up setting up an entire painting station for them, lying on the floor drawing shapes and images across a massive canvas. You didn't know that that canvas would hang in his bedroom for years.

MEETING THE EX . He shows up at Rafayel's studio because of course he does. You don't even know he's there to pick up your kid until Rafayel is answering the door with a curt, "Who are you?"

Once his identity is confirmed Rafayel calls out to you. He doesn't want to let him in, and you understand why. This is where you are most comfortable together, it's a safe place. He doesn't want that influenced by a negative source and well your ex hates that. He gets ruder, snapping at you to hurry up.

"Don’t take that tone with my lady." Rafayel says, calm, collected. He looks furious.

Your ex advances, but Rafayel doesn't flinch back like most would. He keeps his sturdy presence in the doorway, blocking him. "Bigger and better have tried." He mocks, "Don't make me ruin this shirt, my girl likes it."

They stand off until you rush to make sure the switch goes well, frantically looking between them the whole time. When your ex leaves Rafayel reaches out and touches your cheek, his eyes dark, "Alright, muse?"

You are, you have him.

#l&ds #lads #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne #xavier #rafayel #Zayne and your kid playing in the snow would kill me #Raf and them painting together ugh

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months

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Useful rated M tw: likely dubcon

If there's anything that Steve knows he's good at (outside of anything upside down related), he knows it's making his partners feel good. They tell him in the safety of the bedroom, they tell their friends, who go on to tell others. He's heard about it in crowded hallways. The whispers of how he puts his partners first. They spread it around, offering him up,like a sure thing, almost like he was a character from a Tommy Tutone song "For a good time call... Harrington." Like it was all some joke. Maybe to everyone else, it was a joke. But for a long time it was the only positive feedback in his day to day life, and it made him feel somewhat special. Wanted. Everywhere he went he getting smiled at, everyone happy to see him. So he kept trying to live up to the talk. And, for a while, he did. Then, for a while, he dated Nancy and the talk died down, until they inevitably broke up.

Without his house parties, after his fall from popularity, he seemed only to have himself to offer. He became a curiosity amongst his peers, more than anything. It felt less like the general populace were cheering him on and more like they were encouraging each other to use him Even reciprocation dwindled. Like he wasn't worth the effort.

So he took a step back, fudged his flirting game, unless there was an active audience. Blamed his dry spell on his scoops uniform. Until loneliness won out. Told himself the right one would care enough, he just had to find them.

Sure he talked about cutting back on dates with Robin, he didn't really fill her in on the lack of reciprocation in the bedroom, just told her about his heavy heart. Sort of embarrassed to talk about anything else at length. Just told her he was tired of sex without connection.

After the mess that was Vecna he dipped his toe back into the dating world, told himself he'd pace himself. Wait longer than before to take things into the bedroom. And it seemed to be going well, thought he'd hit off with a woman named Nadine. She laughed at his jokes, wanted to hear about his thoughts. And when they finally went back to her place,after a few dates, she left him with an aching jaw and an even more aching heart. When she'd finished she sighed contentedly and then immediately called it a night. Saying something about how she'd pass his number along to her girlfriends. His stared up at her, erection flagging, an embarrassed flush, the sound of his quickening heart thudding in his ears, feeling like someone dumped ice water into his lungs. Not again! He mumbled a No thanks, and scurried out to his car to go home. He sat in his driveway, numb,with tears flooding his eyes, and decided he truly had enough. Maybe I'm not meant for love at all.

He sat there sobbing until there was tapping on his window. Eddie standing there,with a six pack of beer,and a video, in hand. Looking so pleased to see him. He opened the door and started stepping out. "Hey Stevie! I was checking to see if you were up to a movie night I know it's late but I was feeling lonesome. Wait are you crying? Are you alright?! Let's get you inside big boy, and you can tell me whats up."

AHHHHH!!!! Eddie’s here to save the day!!!!

This was great!

All I can think about now is how Eddie was probably terrified to see Steve actually crying, thinking something Upside Down related was probably happening. It took him hours to get Steve to talk and once he did, he told him “you don’t have to keep giving all of yourself to people who don’t deserve it when there’s someone who wants to give you everything right here” and then they fuck nasty about it and Eddie makes sure to make him come at least twice before he does.

Thank you for sending this!!!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #anon ask

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XVII XVIII - cage the songbird XIX

“Okay, so she totally ran out on you?” Luke asked, not taking his eyes off the flat screen.

“She left, yes.” his older brother replied.

“You must be a really bad kisser, bro.”

“Shut up.” Jack grumbled, throwing him a pillow.

Luke chuckled loudly in response, continuing to press down the controller’s various buttons, trying hard to beat the usual winner.

“You’re a weird dude.”

“Hmm?”

“You seem to be really calm about this whole ordeal. I’d freak if I were you.” the younger sibling shrugged.

“Really?” Jack smirked, raising an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”

“You do the whole big gesture thing, under the moonlight, dancing to a ginger dude’s song and she still decided to sprint like Bolt.”

“Jesus, Moose.” the Devils' player chuckled. “You’re such a drama queen.”

“No, I’m not.” Luke screeched, feigning hurt. “I just don’t get it.”

“I completely blindsided her with it, I’m not in a position where I can sit here and complain because Y/N didn’t tell me she liked me back. Maybe she doesn’t and I totally misread the signs. Either way, I’m not going to ruin everything between us even more by filling her phone with texts and calls.

“Well, yeah, that would take a ton of cool points from you. God knows your level of coolness is already below zero.” his brother teased. “Aw, damn it!” he moaned, realizing Jack had won the game. “Not fair, I want a rematch!”

“Sorry, Lukey. No rematches. You know you shouldn’t mess with the Mario Kart all-time champion.”

Y/N smiled as River's name popped up on her phone. She hadn’t heard from her brother since he had texted her to let her know they had arrived in Italy, safe and sound. Swiping her thumb over the screen, the doctor took her phone to her ear, holding it steady with her shoulder so she could continue doing Joey's hair.

“Hey, you!” she chirped, carefully brushing through her daughter’s soft locks. “How’s Italy?”

“Sunny, warm and dreamy. How’s New York?”

“Eh, you’re not missing much.” Y/N shrugged, earning a stifled giggle from River. “What’s up?”

Her brother took a deep breath, waiting a few seconds before replying.

“I need you to do me a huge favor.”

“Wait a sec.” the mother muttered, placing her phone on her wooden vanity. “Jo, sweetie, you’re ready to go. Why don’t you go pick out the pj’s you want to take to your dad’s?” she suggested, storing the pink brush back in the drawer where it belonged.

“Okay!” her mini-me chirped, nearly jumping up from the stool she had been sitting on while her zealous mother took care of her hair.

“Hurry before nana gets here, honey.” Y/N warned, picking up her phone again. “Sorry, have to get the kid ready. He insists on having her, again.

“Mmm…” River cringed, forcing himself not to make comments about the man Y/N had been in a relationship with for seven years. “How nice.”

“Yeah… Anyway… What can I do for you, lovebird?” the doctor chirped, quickly changing the subject.

“The wedding photographer e-mailed me about needing my approval for the final wedding album before finishing it up and making a couple of copies. I’ve seen the digital model, but there’s nothing like having the real deal in your hands, right?” River trailed off.

“And…”

“Well, David's parents are out of town and mom has Joey and you’re pretty much the only person I trust to get it done perfectly. You’re organized and we have similar visions so… I thought you could swing by the photographer’s house slash studio after work, check out what he’s got and let me know so I can give it the thumbs up… Or not. You know, maid of honor duty.”

“Oh, wow. You really want to put me in charge of that?” the doctor asked in disbelief.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my sidekick, after all.”

“If anything, we’re a duo.” Y/N retorted, jokingly.

“Fine.” the older sibling conceded. “As half of the most magnificent duo to ever exist, you should definitely help your other half with this very important mission.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll go through it between grading tests. Text me the address. Oh, and get off the phone! Enjoy your honeymoon!” she demanded.

“You’re a life-saver, and I do love you so.”

“Yeah, I kind of like you too!” the coach's daughter joked. “Have fun! Bye!”

Y/N hung up, just in time to hear a knock on her bedroom door. Her mother peeked through the open crack, her blue eyes meeting hers while a sweet smile formed on her lips.

“How did you come in?” she inquired, giving the older woman a peck on her cheek. “Josephine, how many times have I told you not to open the door to anyone?”

“It’s nana, mommy.” her offspring replied coyly, hiding behind her grandmother’s legs.

“I can see that.” Y/N chuckled. “But you should’ve called for me anyway. You know what they say…”

“Better safe than sorry.” her mom and Joey belted out in unison, mischief evident on their faces.

“Exactly. Go get your things, baby.”

Joey hurried away, leaving mother and daughter alone, only to come back in a split second, nearly dragging her grandmother out of the house. She knew full-well that before dropping her off and leaving her in her father’s care, Y/M/N Y/M/L/N would buy her an extra scoop of chocolate ice cream.

Hugging her mother tightly goodbye, the little girl left, secretly worrying that if she’d stay a minute longer she wouldn’t be able to leave. Not that she didn’t like being with her dad, but nearly since she was born it had been Y/N and Joey against the world, so it wasn’t exactly easy to leave her behind, even for a week.

The doctor watched as they drove away, mentally preparing herself for the oddly quiet week ahead of her. No Joey, nearly no noise. Her heart clenched in her chest, but as much as the two of them were essentially one, the five-year-old still loved and missed her dad. Y/N never wanted to keep her child from seeing her father, even if it meant that she was going to feel like a part of her was missing for seven days straight.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she adjusted the white cami top she was wearing, noticing her outfit was missing a key element: earrings. Going out without earrings on was practically the same as going out naked.

Stroking Finn's fur one more time after putting food in his bowl, Y/N left.

She drove in silence, looking out the window from time to time to gaze at the view. It was a beautiful, sunny late afternoon in New York, her favorite kind, and she resisted the urge to call the person she had been avoiding for over a week, even though she really wanted his company.

Jack and the kiss the pair had shared at River and David’s wedding wouldn’t leave her mind. The doctor could push it far back into her brain, but the nagging feeling of longing and endearment always came back. What the hell was happening? Had she let it go too far to back out?

Cole seemed to think so. Somehow, her friend knew she wanted to take a step forward but was too afraid to admit so herself. The conversation they had had at her house proved exactly that. Y/N had to talk to him, sooner or later. She just had to find the courage to do so. To achieve a middle term, to allow herself to be free and feel whatever she felt without guilt washing over her.

Pulling up to a quaint house nearly hidden by Jacaranda mimosifolia and its hundreds of tiny purple flowers, she laughed to herself. Only River could find a photographer that happens to live in the most peculiar, yet aesthetically pleasing little house in the city.

As if he had guessed, Ferdinand, the famed photographer, opened the door, greeting her with a cordial handshake.

“Did you have trouble finding my humble abode?” he asked, stepping aside to let her in.

“Not at all, River is pretty good at giving directions. I mean, I don’t think he's bad a anything, so you’d figure he's like Google Earth or something.” Y/N chuckled, taking in the way the light came into the house, illuminating the large living room, decorated with dozens of old cameras and framed photographs, all in black and white.

“That he is.” Ferdinand agreed, carefully placing the large album in a wooden boox, lined with black velvet. “The pictures are all numbered, as well as the pages. Any changes, just write them down. Oh, and the grooms asked me to print out a few extras for you. They're in the envelope inside.”

“For me?”

“Yeah, River and David picked them out themselves.”

“Oh god, I love them.” the doctor gushed, her eyes setting on the framed photographs on Ferdinand's walls once again. “Do you mind if I ask you a weird question?”

“Fire away.” the photographer shrugged, handing her the slightly heavy box.

“Why do you have all of these photos in black and white? Is it for the aesthetic, or…” she inquired, pointing at the wall.

“Ah.” he smiled. “I think that color distracts you from what’s happening in the picture. Sometimes you are so fascinated by the bright colors that you neglect the moment that was captured. The smile of a woman, for example. It doesn’t matter if she’s wearing lipstick, or if she’s got yellow teeth. What I care about it her smile. The way it pulls at the corners of her mouth, the shape of a dimple forming on her right cheek as the lips are parted to show a glimpse of her teeth, stained or not. Black and white allows you to focus on what’s really important.”

Y/n nodded, not knowing what to say in response to such a beautiful way of expression.

The coach's daughter thanked Ferdinand for his time and promised to come back with the final version of the album figured out as soon as possible, only to store the box in her trunk and go about her day, paying her weekly visit to the farmers’ market and stocking up on fresh produce.

As she finally arrived home, she almost forgot about the wedding album that laid in the back of her car. Luckily, her shopping rested on top of it, so when she grabbed the topped-up tote bags to take them inside, Y/N was reminded of her mission and the pressure of having it look perfect for two of her oldest friends.

Opening the heavy faux-leather album, she immediately saw the large envelope which contained the pictures River had insisted she’d keep. Her curiosity made her wonder why, but, as the dedicated maid of honor she was, and a methodical one at that, she decided to get the work done first.

The brunette had only gone through a few pages, marking a couple of alterations to be made, when she saw it. A picture of the guests, in which she could spot herself with Jack, well focused right in the center of it. There was a huge smile etched on her face as she looked back at him. That didn’t faze her though. It was the look in his eyes and the grin she could now identify as the loving kind on his lips.

She remembered now. She had been pretending to know how to tie his bow tie mere seconds before.

“I thought you knew what you were doing?”

“I never said I did.”

Y/N glanced at the white envelope beside her, this time not losing time resisting the temptation and tearing it up, only to find five photographs inside. They were all in black and white. And they all featured her and Jack.

A photo at the gazebo, when her stomach had growled loudly, asking to be fed, and the pair had burst into laughter. A photo of them dancing excitedly to the sound of I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles), jumping up and down as pure enjoyment flooded through them. A photo of him, hanging on every word she said while they ate. A photo of her gazing into his eyes as they briefly swayed to a beautiful ballad. A photo of him, entering the log trellis with a bewildered look and a hint of hope in his eyes.

Ferdinand's words echoed in her head as she looked through the black and white pictures over and over again. Her heart banged inside her ribcage, ready to burst out and find its way to Jack. It wanted to let him know it was not his fault its owner had ran. It wanted to know if it could possibly open itself up to the possibility of love again. It… Was probably way over its head.

She took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to face her fears, to voice her concerns, to let someone in. Y/N knew she had been taking everything light-heartedly because once she let herself care for Jack, she would be exposed to the heartache and pain relationships bring along. But now, as her eyes scanned through every single detail of the photos se held in her hands, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, she’d take a chance on him, he could bring back love into her life. He had taken a chance on her at the wedding. Now it was up to her to decide whether she’d do the same.

The doctor got up, heading to the pantry to look for the hidden stash of sweets she always kept around for the times when she couldn’t think properly.

Reaching up to grab the old tin cookie container, she tripped on the canvas she had been considering throwing out ever since her brush stroked it with paint. Y/N kneeled beside her latest piece of art, carefully tracing over the outlines of her work with her fingertips.

“Can you give me Jack's address?”

“Hey Junior! I’m great, just had meatballs for dinner. Delicious. Louie is okay as well. What about you?”

“Hi. Sorry.” the petite woman muttered, cringing at her lack of manners, adjusting her hands on the steering wheel. “I need Jack's address, please.”

Y/N had left the house in a hurry, holding on to. The painting under her arm and her car keys in her hand, clinging onto every bit of courage she had in her to go to Jack's house and talk. The doctor had only neglected to remember the fact that she had never been to his house and had no idea where he lived. So, as a grown woman would, she called up one of the only two people she knew for sure at some point was a regular at the Hughes abode. When that person failed to pick up, she turned to Trevor Zegras.

“You really don’t know where he lives?” her friend asked, genuinely confused. “I thought you guys had been hanging out, like, all the time.”

“Yes, Z, we hang out at his place and braid each other’s hair.” she grumbled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “We’ve been out together a couple of times, but never really been to each other’s houses. Not since school, at least.”

“How did that never happen? Even Tiffani with an i has been to your house.” he chuckled to himself, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, I have a child who would probably tell her father there was a man coming. To the house and we both know how that would go down with Charlie. Now, would you please stop drilling me?” Y/N moaned, driving around with no sense of direction.

“That’s what she said!”

“Jesus, Trev, did someone drop you on your head when you were a baby?”

“So the legend says.”

“Just give me his address, okay?”

“Why do you need it? Oh, are you going to his apartment with nothing on but a raincoat and stilettos? I’m here for that, you little mynx.” her friend babbled excitedly.

“Trevor.”

“Okay, I’ll just ask Jack tomorrow… Got get it, girl!”

“The address.”

“Right! I’ll text you. He’s probably watching Beaches and crying to the sound of Wind Beneath My Wings, though. Believe me, you don’t need to rush to get to him.”

Y/N Y/L/N was back on track. Grabbing the bull by its horns wasn’t as hard when the bull was him. So why was she no nervous? Probably because Jack had been her friend for the better part of two decades, watching out for her with small, yet meaningful, acts of kindness, year after year, even when they’d been kept apart.

His apartment was located on the third floor of a relatively small, but luxurious, complex, practically by the city limits.

The elevator ride, right after she convinced the doorman to open the door for her, was spent trying to figure out what she was going to say when or if he opened the door, but, as soon as he did, all that came out of her mouth was: nothing.

Jack wondered if he was dreaming, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Was he seeing things or had Y/N Y/L/N just magically appeared at his doorstep as soon as his finger hovered over her name on his phone?

“Y/N?”

“Hi.” she managed to let out, with a slight wave of her hand.

“What are you doing here?” the brunette man queried incredulously while holding the door open.

“You know when you said you thought you liked me and that you might actually like me a lot? The whole speech that could’ve been ripped off from a Nicholas Sparks novel? Well…”

“I’m not taking it back.” Jack spoke, incredibly sure of himself.

“I don’t want you to.”

Her words confused him. She had told him, just a week before, that he shouldn’t have kissed her and had walked away from him after his heartfelt confession. Now, as she stood at his doorstep, with a rectangular canvas in her bare arms, Y/N Y/L/N’s words told him he was surely dreaming.

Stepping aside, he allowed the petite woman to come in, noticing that her hair looked silky and voluminous, just like it was the first time he had eve set his eyes on her. There wasn’t a hint of makeup on her face, and he could swear she’d never looked more beautiful in her life.

The doctor hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, waiting momentarily for Jack to gently nod, urging her to go on.

“I was cleaning up after dinner a while ago and I noticed most of my plates are slightly chipped. I mean, it’s completely normal, I’ve had them since I moved in with Charlie for the first time. They’re pretty old.” she began, as he listened intently, not wanting to say a word in fear she’d shut him out. “I realize I ran out on you and never really explained why. I know I don’t have to, and I know you’d never expect or force an explanation out of me, but I want to give it to you. I do. So…”

Y/N looked down at the painted canvas, tracing the boards of the metaphorical white china she’d spent hours working on. With another shaky breath, she showed him a small smile before handing him her most recent artwork.

“This is me. I’m a chipped dinner plate. It’s who I am now. I will never be the girl you met back when we were kids again. She’s been through hell. She’s been stomped on, pushed around, told to quiet down her voice. That force of nature handed her heart on a silver platter to a man who continuously made her doubt herself. A man who caused scenes because he was jealous of her coworkers. A man who made her feel tiny and like she wasn’t worth being loved for who she was. A manipulative man who wanted her to be some sort of fifty’s housewife who wouldn’t deny him anything or dare to speak up if she thought he was wrong. That girl isolated herself from her parents and friends because she thought that, by doing so, she was giving him proof that she loved him. But love is supposed to be patient and kind. Love isn’t easily angered, it doesn’t keep score. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres. What he felt for her wasn’t love. He didn’t give her the love she needed and deserved. That girl, who had by then become a woman, managed to escape from an abusive marriage because of her daughter, a tiny human being who provided her the strength she craved to break free.

Jack's heart sunk to his stomach, aching madly as he was given an insight to what Y/N, the woman he admired and cared so deeply for, had endured during her seven-year relationship with her ex-husband.

He instinctively clenched his fists, forcing himself to refrain from reacting to what she was telling him. The singer could see how her face contorted, trying to conceal her emotions and how her previous relationship still weighed down on her chest. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, but he knew better than to do that. He knew he had to wait for her.

“So she did. She let go of him and moved out. But she will never be the same she was before. A part of the person she was is gone. You can’t really do anything to recover the piece that is missing. I am chipped but I will never consider myself a victim of my circumstances. It happened, but I’m still here. I’m alive, I’m healthy, I have a beautiful, witty and kind five-year-old daughter whose love knows no limits. I fought long and hard to go back to the person I was before Charlie but, at the end of the day, it was senseless. She is not coming back. And you know what? It doesn’t matter. I needed the wisdom that came along with the heartache. I am different, but I am stronger. I’m chipped, but I’m not broken.”

The determined look on her face told him she meant every word she said. Y/N Y/L/N displayed her battle wounds fully and proudly.

“I’ve built a wall around my heart and I haven’t let anyone in since then. I tried to a while back, I swear I did… I think I wasn’t ready. I think that maybe, deep down, I wasn’t sure he was the right one, if he could handle all this insane baggage I carry with me. When you kissed me, I wanted to let my guard down. I wanted to stay there with you, under the summer sky, to tell you I also have something in me that tells I am slowly, but surely, falling for you. But my first instinct was to run. Eventually, I always do. I’ve been running for so long, Jack…”

“Y/N, I- ” he started, completely at loss for words.

“I’m afraid I’ll end up hurting you. I’m afraid things will go wrong. I have a daughter, I owe to her to be okay, to always be her rock. I can’t just close my eyes and go for it. She’s my priority, she’s my everything. You understand that, right?”

The doctor waited in silence as Jack gathered his thoughts and willed himself to speak.

“Of course I do. I would never, in a million years, ask you not to think of your daughter when it comes to anything. Joey will always be your number one. I am just asking you for a chance to be your number two. Or three. Or even five. I don’t care. I just want to make you happy. Walking-on-air happy. Singing-ridiculously-cheesy-love songs – 24/7 happy.”

She took one of his hands, which still held the painting, and placed it over her heart.

“Here. This is the effect you and your words have on me. And that honestly it scares me to death. I should probably be running by now, but-”

“I know, but Y/N, don’t.” Jack said as he laid his gift gently on his couch. “I know this is a big leap of faith and we have only scratched the surface on each other’s deep-rooted emotional issues and, trust me, I- ”

He was silenced by her lips, capturing his and pulling him in for a deep, emotional kiss. Both of her hands held his face close to hers, as if the world would end dared they lips move an inch apart.

“What does this mean?” he asked, regaining his breath as he watched her bite down on her bottom lip.

Y/N smiled softly, adjusting the collar of his plaid shirt.

“I don’t want to run anymore.”

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