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thetriumphantpanda · 9 months

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two is better than one | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Frustrated that whatever you're trying to do still isn't working, you decide to give it one more try with Joel before cooling off for a while. Tommy is back to keep an eye on the both of you this time, but what happens when he starts to feel a little left out, watching his brother bring his girl over the edge more times than he cares to count?

Warnings | I swear I always start this the same way so here we go: Tommy getting cucked but also getting involved this time 👀, Joel being a fucking menace, dirty talk, oral sex (F&M receiving), face sitting, breeding kink, unprotected PiV sex, talk of infertility, no use of Y/N

Word Count | 3.8k

Authors Note | Whew. When I tell you this little threesome has been rotting my brain, I'm not lying. This is the only thing I can focus on, hence them being updated so fast! I just wanted to say a huge thank you to you all for the continued love you're giving this series - it honestly blows my mind every time that it's something you guys enjoy, that my writing reaches so many people and that they lap that shit up. I'm so grateful to everyone who has taken the time to comment, send me asks, reblogs and those who have slid into my DMs with all the love. I see you, I hear you, and I love you all - thank you. I hope you enjoy this next part just as much as the rest - it's a doozy. You know the drill, if you did like it, please consider reblogging, commenting or sending the love to my ask box, it's what keeps me going. And if you'd like to leave me a tip (of course no pressure!), then here's my Ko-Fi.

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Another month and another fucking negative pregnancy test. You knew it was irrational, but you were starting to think that maybe you were also part of the problem now. You’d been doing everything right, following all the advice in the books you’d bought almost a year ago when Tommy and you had first started trying for a baby. You’d been exercising, eating as healthily as possible, tried to keep yourself a stress-free as possible. You’d been keeping a close eye on your cycle and still, nothing to show for it.

When you clambered down the stairs, test in hand and flung it in Tommy’s direction, he already knew. He could see the heavy set of your shoulders, the quiet sniffling of you trying to hide the fact you were crying. Tommy had settled you on the couch, covered you in a blanket and made you some tea. Then he’d made your favourite meal for dinner, even driven to the store and picked up Diet Coke, emptied a can into a glass filled with ice and lime juice like you loved, but none of it really helped to soothe how upset you were.

The TV was on low, and he had your head in his lap, slowly stroking the strands of your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. Remind yourself that even the most fertile of couples needed to try for months sometimes before they had their first baby. It was stupid to think you’d be any different.

“You’re thinkin’ way too loud, sugar.” Tommy muses, letting his hand run up and down your arm instead.

“Sorry,” You mumble, “Just thought it would be easier.”

“I know,” He coos, “We can take a break for a while, if you want.”

You turn so you’re led on your back, looking right up at him, “I just want a baby.” You feel a tear slip down your cheek to pool near your ear.

Tommy uses his thumb to brush away the tears that have started to fall, bobbing his leg up and down gently to try and soothe you, “It’s still fresh,” He speaks softly, “Let’s give it a couple of days and see what you want to do, okay?”

You nod in agreement, feeling the beginnings of a headache pooling behind your eyes. You push yourself up into a sitting position and turn around to press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m gonna go to bed,” You announce, “Headache.”

He lets you go, it’s still early and you know there’s the game highlights he wanted to watch. In bed, you can do nothing but toss and turn for a few hours. Every time you’d try to close your eyes, all you could see was vision of you and Joel, in all the different positions he’d put you in so far, and all for what? When the bedside clock hit 10:30, you head out to use the bathroom. As you near the door at the top of the stairs you can hear Tommy talking to someone, through the phone because his is the only voice you can hear.

“I know, brother, she’s just really beat up about it,” You hear him say, “I don’t know how to make it better.”

You lean against the closed bathroom door, wondering if perhaps you should leave Tommy to talk to Joel. There’s a pause where you can hear Tommy humming along to whatever Joel is saying on the other end of the phone.

“I dunno man,” Tommy sighs, “You managed to knock Sarah’s mom up on a one-night stand, guess I thought it would be easier for you.”

There’s another pause, then he’s speaking again.

“No Joel, all of her tests came back perfect,” Another sigh, “I was always the problem.”

You’re about to push down the handle to go to the bathroom when Tommy speaks again, “I don’t know, maybe we should just cool it for a while, we’re all gonna work ourselves up otherwise.”

You decide you don’t really want to hear the rest of the conversation. You sit on the toilet and let your face drop to your hands in frustration. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you have been a nice, normal couple, having a baby in the most natural way possible? Why did this have to come along and fucking complicate everything? And why did Joel have to be so fucking good to you every time?

You wash your hands under the tap, water as scalding as it could go, just in order to feel something that wasn’t frustration before you head to bed. There’s no longer the sound of voices as you pad back across the hall and get back into bed, shutting off the lights and curling onto one side, knees as close to your chest as you can manage to get them. It’s not long before you can hear Tommy shuffling around upstairs. He pushes open the bedroom door quietly, obviously thinking you’re already asleep. You can hear him undressing before he's slipping onto his side of the bed, pulling your body close to his under the covers as he spoons you.

You let your own arm cover his over your waist as you lean back into the comfort of his chest, letting his breath fan across the skin of your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your skin.

“I wanna try again,” You speak softly into the dark, feeling Tommy’s arm’s squeeze you tighter, “Once more and then we cool it for a while.”

“You sure?” He asks into your ear, lips pressing to the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“I’m sure.” You respond, turning around in his arms to capture his lips in yours.

When the time comes to try again, it’s you who greets Joel at the door when he knocks. Tommy already upstairs and situated in the chair he had taken the first time you’d done this as a three. Joel leans down, lips just millimeters from your own, but instead of kissing your mouth, he places a soft kiss to your cheek instead.

“Hello, darlin’.”

You step up onto your tiptoes to press your own kiss to his face, just shy of the corner of his mouth – the kisses from last time still a secret between the two of you.

“Evening handsome,” You smile, pulling away from him to close the door as he steps inside, “You ready?”

“To give you what you want?” He smirks, “Always, pretty girl.”

You feel that telltale heat flush across your cheeks as Joel pulls you into his side, hand dipping down to squeeze your ass over the fabric of the robe you’d thrown on moments ago. God, why did he have to be so fucking intoxicating around you?

You take hold of his hand in yours, leading him up the stairs behind you. Tommy was reading a book as you entered the room, folding the corner of the page before setting it down on the nightstand closest to the chair. You can’t help but snigger as you watch him and Joel give each other the typical male greeting of a curt nod of the head.

You drag Joel by the arm to the foot of the bed, pushing his shoulders down so he sits on the edge. Then you take a step back and tug on the belt of your robe, letting it fall open and off your body to leave you completely naked in front of him. You watch his face as he trails those beautiful brown eyes over your body, letting out a low whistle of approval.

“Beautiful as ever, darlin’,” He compliments, reaching out a hand for you to take, “But you’re worked up, ain’t ya? And not in the good way.”

Your eyes flit to Tommy in the corner of the room, who has that smug ‘I told you so’ look on his face. You’d been itching for Tommy to arrange this since that ovulation test said you were in the zone, but Joel had been working away for the past two days, and now you were worried that if you didn’t hurry the fuck up, you’d miss your chance.

Joel reaches out and puts his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you into him, he’s looking up at you, pressing hot kisses to the skin of your tummy, “Gotta relax babygirl,” He moans, “I’m tryin’ my damned hardest, but you just gotta let nature take its course.”

“Just frustrating.” You mumble.

“I know baby, I know,” He’s got his hands palming your tits now, “Long as I need to, I’ll keep fillin’ you up, y’hear me?”

Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is nod as he moves himself back on the bed.

Joel leans back on the bed, his head just shy of the pillows, “Sit on my face, pretty girl.”

You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you scramble yourself onto the bed, moving up to straddle his hips – even Tommy is chuckling from his chair.

“Can’t get enough of Joel’s mouth on your pussy, can you, sugar?” He speaks in a low voice.

Joel has his hands on your ass, guiding your naked body to hover over his face before his hands are slipping up to your hips to pull your cunt to his mouth. He wastes no time in getting straight to business, wide tongue licking stripes from your entrance, where he laps up your slick like a cat would cream, to those deliciously tight flicks of the tip of his tongue to your clit. You can hear him groaning into your pussy, your hand coming down to anchor itself into his hair to hold him still as you start grinding against his face.

You can hear the obscene slurps that he’s making underneath you, it’s half the reason you think it takes you no time at all to reach the edge, because he fucking enjoys this just as much as you do, he loves tasting you, loves making you feel good and you can feel that, can feel it on his mouth.

As you throw your head back as Joel’s tongue swipes perfectly across your clit, you catch Tommy in the corner of the room. He’s palming himself through his jeans as he watches you, your body writhing as his brother’s mouth brings you closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? You think, if you asked if he wanted you to help him out.

“You feeling left out baby?” You coo, reaching your hand out for Tommy to take, “Joel gets my pussy tonight,” You punctuate with a grind of your pussy down onto his mouth, “But I can help you, if you want.”

He’s standing at the edge of the bed in minutes, his hand pressing into the back of your neck, not unlike how he tries to work the knots from there when you watch TV together. It’s soft and it’s loving and a complete juxtaposition to the vice grip that Joel’s fingers currently have on your hips.

Your lips are impossibly close to Tommy’s, you could easily lean forward and kiss him, instead, you have a demand, “Take off your pants.”

Tommy’s hands start to undo the belt holding his jeans up, so you turn your attention back to Joel between your thighs. He is expertly holding you right on the edge, you’re mewling and whining as he tongue works you to the edge, and then pulls away, moving down to gather more of your slick on his tongue.

You drop your head and catch his eyes looking up at you, “You gonna tease me all night, Miller?” You ask, voice cracking as he makes a point to suckle on your clit, making you cry out, “Fuck, make me come, please Joel.”

All of a sudden, Tommy’s hand is on your face, pulling your mouth to his own in a searing kiss as he guides your hand to his cock. You’re moaning, a combination of the fact that any second, Joel’s mouth is going to have you screaming and the fact that it’s Tommy kissing you, his cock you’re currently pumping through your fist. It’s delicious and it’s filthy and it should feel all shades of wrong, but it fucking doesn’t.

You feel it in your legs first, the way they begin to shake and pulse and your thighs clamp around Joel’s face. Then you feel it in your abdomen, like a knot unfurling all at once as pleasure bursts over every inch of your skin. Your mouth detaching from Tommy’s, so you can cry out his brother’s name as you feel yourself almost collapse onto him.

“Such a good girl,” Tommy breathes into your ear, your hand still firmly held around his cock, “So good when you come for us like that.”

You feel Joel’s hands tapping at the cheeks of your ass, telling you to lift yourself off his face which you do, dragging yourself down enough so that you’re sat across his chest, not caring that your leaking pussy is dragging slick all over him. His face is covered, covered in you. He’s grinning up at you like the devil, tongue circling his mouth to clean your taste from wherever he can reach.

“I gotta be inside you, pretty girl.” You can hear his gruff voice speak.

Tommy immediately moves back from you so you can settle yourself down on the bed. You start on your back, but Joel moves you to lie on your side. He’s still fully clothed behind you, but when he presses himself up against you, you can feel his thick cock straining in his jeans.

“Take your clothes off.” Is all you can manage to whine as Tommy settles on his knees on the space in front of you, taking the back of your head in the palm of his hand to bring your mouth to his cock.

Joel shuffles away from you and you feel the mattress lighten as he gets off the bed to shed his clothes. You almost wish you could watch, there’s something about the way Joel reveals his body to you that drives you wild. The way he drags his shirt off to reveal his broad frame, chest peppered with hair, or the way his cock bounces when he finally pulls off his underwear. But right now, you’re focused on making your man feel good.

You’re making sure that you’re doing it exactly as Tommy likes, almost telling him through the ministrations of your mouth how grateful you are for him, for this being his idea, for loving you enough and trusting you enough to let someone else give you what he cannot. You’re giving all the attention of your tongue to the head of Tommy’s weeping cock, tasting the salt and musk of his pre-cum, using one had to pump the base of his cock.

You can feel Joel settle back behind you, pressing his entire body against your own, hard cock slipping through the slick folds of your cunt as he settles himself in the right position, then, he’s taking hold of your leg, hand in the crux of your knee to pull it up, baring his prize. He slowly inches his cock inside your tight heat and suddenly it’s all a little overwhelming.

You’re giving the love of your life the kind of head you’ve only ever seen in porn, Tommy taking most of the control to thrust in and out of your mouth. You’re pretty sure the tears falling from your eyes are a mixture of his length hitting the back of your throat and the overwhelming emotion, love, and admiration you feel for both the men who are crowding your body, owning it, taking what they both want, one of them hopefully leaving you with what you want.

You pull your face away from Tommy’s cock for a moment, still giving his length the attention it needs, but you let yourself lean into Joel behind you, his cock still moving languidly inside you. He’s got one of his arms snaked under your neck, your head leant against his arm like a pillow, his other hand holding your leg up so that every time his cock brushes inside you, it’s hitting that damn spot that makes you want to cry.

“Look at you, lucky girl,” Joel growls into your ear as his lifts your leg up higher, pushing it almost to lie flat aagainst your side, “One cock in that pretty little pussy, another in your mouth,” You let a moan, muffled by the fact that Tommy is currently doing a slap-up job of fucking your throat, “He’s a lucky man,” Joel speaks again, “Bet that mouth feels divine.”

“You ask nicely, she might oblige you, brother.”

You feel him puff air through his nose in a chuckle, “I’m quite happy right where I am,” He speaks, pumping his cock so deep inside you that you actually think you can see stars, “You’re a lucky son-of-a-bitch gettin’ this for the rest of your life.”

“She’s special, I’ll give you that.”

It’s like you have to prove him right now. You can feel the walls of your pussy clenching around Joel as he picks up his pace. You can feel his balls slapping into your skin with every thrust, the power behind them causing your mouth to take Tommy cock deeper into your mouth every time.

“Sugar, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” You hear him speak from above you.

You pull off him, again letting your hand work him as you look up at his through your lashes, “You want me to swallow for you, baby?” You asked, wondering what you must look like when he looks down at you, fucked out from his brother, begging for him to come down your throat.

“There’s an offer I cannot refuse,” Tommy grins, letting your mouth take him back inside the warmth, “Such a good girl.”

He only lasts a few more seconds, cum hitting your tongue and seeping down your throat. You swallow down every drop, grinning up at Tommy. He leans down and plants a kiss to your lips, and now your focus is on Joel, thick and solid, pumping his cock in and out of you.

“You focus on Joel now, sugar,” He croons, “I’m gonna sit back and watch you have fun.”

As soon as Tommy has moved away from you, Joel is pulling his cock from your pussy, turning you onto your back before he’s crowding his frame over you, settling between your thighs. You’re pliant and you move easily when he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you back as he slips his cock back inside you.

You’re gripping his arms as he fucks into you in earnest now, tip of his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust, you know he’ll have half-moon shaped marks on his arms come the morning, they’ll match the bruises he always leaves on your hips, the shape of his fingertips indented into your skin.

“God fuckin’ damnit,” Joel groan, head falling to the column of your throat to graze teeth and lips over your delicate skin, “Gonna come so deep in this fuckin’ pussy it won’t have a choice but to take, you hear me, pretty girl?”

“Fuck!” You exclaim, as he shifts just enough to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you, “Joel please.”

“Please what?” He teases, “What do you want, babygirl?”

“Inside,” You breath out, “Want you inside.”

“Yeah, want me to make you a mama?” You can feel tears pooling in your eyes, “No need to cry, pretty girl,” He leans down, folding you in half even more, almost uncomfortable, to kiss away the tears, “Gonna give you what you need.”

He thankfully moves back a little, stopping your bones from screaming at you for being folded so inhumanely, then his thumb is on your clit, “Only gonna make you a mama if you come with me,” Joel smirks, “Deal?”

“Oh god – fuck – whatever you want,” You cry, “Please, give me what I want.”

His thumb is relentless on your already sensitive clit, those tight circles have you clenching around him and when you look into his eyes you know he’s just as close as you are, “That’s it baby, you keep those big, beautiful eyes on me,” Joel’s hips are snapping into your with a force you didn’t know you could feel, it’s entirely too much and entirely too little all at the same time, “Can feel that tight little pussy suckin’ me in,” You cry out as his thumb falters and drags across your clit in a way that has that not threatening to unfurl yet again, “It’s alright baby, if you come, I’ll follow, yeah?”

That’s exactly what happens. His thumb traces wet circles over your clit and you do exactly as he says. You keep your eyes wide open, staring directly into his own, as your mouth falls open with a screech as your vision clouds. Whatever happens, Joel is right behind you, his cock pounds into at most, twice more, before he’s growling your name through his teeth, cum painting every inch of your pussy. He drops your legs from his shoulders, and falls forward, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck as you both fight to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around him but it’s all too soon before he’s pulling himself out of you, a kiss to your cheek as he does so. You’re spent and you’re aching and if you’re honest, a little overwhelmed. Joel dresses quickly, and you wish you could ask him to stay, wish he didn’t feel the need to run away, but you know it’s for the best. Tommy tells you he’ll see him out and come to bed, so you roll over and pull yourself under the sheets, trying to warm yourself from the cool air that’s spattering across the sweat of your skin.

Tommy is back within minutes having seen Joel off. He shed his clothes and moves right up behind you, gathering you into his arms. He takes some time to press kisses into your neck and across your shoulders and for some reason, it sets your belly on fire. How have you been fucked so thoroughly by another man, this man’s own brother, and now you’re aching for this man behind you.

“I love you so much, Tommy,” You whisper into the dark, clutching at his arms wrapped around you, “So fucking much.”

“I love you too baby,” He whispers into your ear, stilling your hips as they grind back into him, “Enough of that, I’ll give you what you want tomorrow.”

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chiriwritesstuff · 4 months

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The Girl in IT - 2. Off to the Races

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

Previous Chapter │ The LIST │ Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Preview: You hesitantly reach for the massive bouquet, looking at the beautiful mix of colors in awe. "Joel," you breathe, "They're beautiful." "The woman at the shop said that certain flowers can have meaning. She asked me about you." He points to the flowers in your hand. "Lilies, well, they mean infatuation. Chrysanthemums, for excitement." He points to the pink rose. "For sweetness and admiration." "and the carnations?" "For fascination and enchantment." "Joel.. you don't mean that, do you?" He chuckles. "Oh, I absolutely do, Sugar. Those flowers are just my way of expressing what I already know."

Chapter Warnings and Tags: Joel Miller is hungry and wants to EAT, Smut, One massive Tess sized-cockblock, Boss x Employee relationship, Time Jumping to and fro, Joel Miller is a silly flirt, Joel jumps right in, Explicit language, Did I mention smut?, Soft boy Joel Miller

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: You GUYS. YOU GUYS (!!!!!)

Thank you so much for all of the love for the first chapter of my silly little series with my even sillier Old Man Joel and his Sugar. I am absolutely flabbergasted by all of the likes, reblogs, and comments from all of you, it really means a lot to me! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You have no idea how much it means to me.

I have the first few chapters written and planned out, and I hope to post at least a new chapter once a week. I can't make any promises as I go back to work next week, but I will try. I apologize in advance if I skip a week, it is not my intention to let you guys down.

I hope you all enjoy!

Today.

[Hey Sugar, are you in your office right now?]

Yes, did you need something, Mr. Miller?

[Yes, actually, I do. I'll come to you, don't leave!]

A knock on the door startles you.

"Hey, Sugar?" Tommy Miller's voice rings out from the other side of the door. "Have you seen Joel? I know he said he had to ask you about something, but that was an hour ago-"

"Yeah?" you reply, almost in a whine, your head tipped back in pleasure as you try to muffle a scream. "Joel? No, haven't seen him around. No, not since this—"

There's a pause, and then Tommy's voice comes again, this time with a hint of amusement. "Still wrestling with his laptop, huh? The man can't even change his wallpaper without causing a crisis. I'll check his usual spots. If you see him, tell him Tess needs him in her office, pronto."

Just then, the muted sound of a cough under your desk catches your attention. You look down to find Joel, crouched beneath the desk with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Now, where were we?" he chuckles, his eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint.

“Joel!” You smack him playfully as you roll your desk chair back. “Tess will have your head if you don’t show up soon!”

“But I’m starving, baby! Just let me have a little snack-“ he pulls your chair back to him as he situates himself under your desk, lifting your skirt as he smiles at the sight of your barely-there scrap of lace one would call underwear. “Shit baby, is this for me?” He lowers his head to your aching cunt, his arms wrapping around your thighs as he pulls you closer to his mouth. He rubs the tip of his nose along your slit, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips. He licks at your covered mound, the tip of his tongue adding just enough pressure for you to gasp out in pleasure. “I asked you a question, baby girl. Who did you wear these panties for?”

“You,” you say breathily, covering your mouth to muffle up your moans as he plants kisses along your thighs. “You, Mr. Miller. Only you.”

“Who owns this pretty pussy?”

"You do, Sir."

"Damn right, I do." Joel licks his lips as he pushes your panties aside, licking your clit. "Fuck, she's aching for me, isn't she?" He locks his eyes with yours, his mouth hovering over your pussy. "Can I?"

You nod, not trusting yourself to keep quiet.

Joel shakes his head, displeased with your answer. "No baby, use your words-" he growls, nipping at your thighs as you wince in pain.

"PLEASE Joel, keep going!" He smiles at your eagerness, licking and parting your folds with his tongue. He pins you against his face, tightening his hold on you as your body trembles.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet-"

"JOEL!" Tess's voice reverberates through the hallway, the urgency evident in her heavy-footed approach, each step echoing past your office door. "Has anyone seen him?!"

Joel lets out an exasperated groan, his head dropping onto your lap as you suppress a giggle. "Duty calls, Mr. Miller. Can't keep your boss waiting, can you?"

"I am the boss, just so you're clear on that."

"Sure, Joel, keep telling yourself that."

Joel crawls out from under your desk with a grunt, stumbling onto the carpet with a thud. "I'm definitely too old for this shit," he mutters, trying to regain his footing.

"It's your list, Mr. Miller. You make the rules, I just help you execute it," you quip, smirking as you extend a hand to help him up.

He takes your hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He yanks you towards him, and you end up falling into his lap. "Right where I want you," he smirks, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You smile as he starts to kiss along your jaw. "You are insatiable."

"Only for you, Sugar."

"JOEL, FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Tess bellows from across the building.

"You better go before she breaks down all the doors," you wince as you give him a small frown. "Again."

Joel sighs, pressing one last kiss on your forehead. "Fine, but once I'm done with Ms. Pain in my ass-"

"You're going to go back to work like a good boy?" you reply sweetly, straightening out your skirt as Joel heads towards the door. He gives you one last glance as he turns the doorknob, a hungry look on his face.

"This isn't over, baby girl. When I come back, I expect to eat."

Ten years earlier.

"Joel! Tommy! Thank you so much for coming! Please, come in, come in!"

Joel straightens up and smooths out his flannel, nervously fiddling with his tool belt slung taut on his hips. He gives a curt nod to the client, turning to his side expecting to find Tommy next to him. His eyes narrow at the empty space. "Tommy, you fuck," he hissed under his breath at his brother, who was casually smoking a cigarette off to the side of the client's perfectly manicured lawn. "Put that out and stop fucking around, we're getting paid for this shit!"

Tommy takes a long drag, exhaling a long plume of smoke before flicking the cigarette onto the street. "This is small-time shit, Joel. We should be playing with the big dogs, not wasting our time doing residential work. How much was the bid?"

"20."

"Bullshit. This is no more than 5, and you know it. It's just a fucking scorched roof, and at only one side, it's not even a complete replacement."

Joel scoffs at his brother, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "Have you seen the size of this fucking house? We're in fucking Westlake Hills, for fucks sake. Think of the potential! Maybe we can convince them to replace the entire roof, replace their windows... fuck, I just want to make a good impression!"

"Oh, so is that why you're dressed like a fucking moron? Cowboy boots? Really? You're 46, not 26." he appraises him as he makes his way towards the front of the house. "Don't tuck in your shirt, man. I can see your fucking beer belly from here!" Tommy looks towards the front door, the client having already retreated into the home. He cocks his head and whispers to his older brother. "Is the wife hot? Shit. Maybe I should have run a comb through my hair-"

"They want this project done in a month."

Tommy whips his head towards Joel. "Are you fucking KIDDING ME? JOEL-"

"Boys!" The client's voice cuts through the building tension between the brothers, a sweet conspiratory smile on her face. "Are you coming?" She looks out into the distance beyond the brothers, a big smile blooming across her face. "Oh, Sugar! come and meet the boys who are fixing up the roof, you know, the side where your antenna thing exploded?" She beckons to the figure who was suddenly behind them, motioning her to join their conversation.

She's a sweet little thing, Joel muses, all nerves and jitters like a baby calf attempting to walk for the first time. So fucking cute, he thinks to himself. You were dressed for the brutality of the Austin summer, with barely there cut-off shorts and a tiny white baby tee, the sweat forming on your skin wetting the thin fabric, and if Joel looked hard enough, he swears he saw the outline of your nip-"

"Baby," the client rings out, forcing Joel to look away in embarrassment, a blush forming on his neck all the way up to his face. "You remember Joel Miller, the contractor we ran into in the mall?"

"Yeah. I remember. Hi, Mr. Miller."

You cringed as you approached, your head downcast as you awkwardly reached your overbearing mother. "Tommy, come and meet my daughter, we call her Sugar, because she's so sweet! She's back home from UT Dallas, she's working her way up to her master's in IT! We're all so proud of-"

"Mom," you whine, glaring at the ground as you shift around uncomfortably. "I don't think they care about what I'm doing at school."

"Don't be silly, Sugar," the mom chided with a dismissive wave. "These fine gentlemen surely appreciate a smart, capable woman, right, Joel? Tommy?"

Joel, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected introduction, nodded with a friendly smile. "Absolutely, ma'am. Education is valuable, and we're glad to have such esteemed company. It's hard enough to go through earning your bachelor's, I'm sure it's hell trying to navigate trying to get your masters!" Joel clears his throat as he gives her a nervous smile. "You look great, by the way. You look well rested, I reckon this break is doing you some good."

Tommy, giving Joel an amused look, chimed in. "Smart is the new sexy, Sugar. Nothing to be shy about. I agree," Tommy winks at his brother as his smile widens at Joel's nervous shuffling. "Joel sure likes them smart and capable, alright."

You blushed, still uncomfortable with the attention. "Well, uh, nice to meet you, Tommy, and it's nice to see you again, Joel," You mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Pleasure to see you again too, Sugar," Joel replies.

Tommy chokes on nothing as he witnesses his brother taking the girl's hand in his, placing a soft kiss on it.

"Oh, brother of mine," he whispered to himself, shaking his head at seeing how smitten his brother was for you. "For fucks sake, what the hell am I going to do with you?"

Six Months and One Week ago.

"Sugar? Is that you?"

You turn towards the deep voice, smiling at the body that it's coming from. "Mr. Miller, it's nice to see you again. Thank you so much for this opportunity-"

"I heard from your mother that you got that Masters, I'm proud of you, girlie."

"Oh," you stammer, "It was nothing-"

"Don't do that," Joel says with a frown, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Do what?" you ask, matching his frown as he steps towards you. You can't help but gasp at his sudden boldness. You keep your hands glued to your sides, willing yourself to not reach out to his chest. You forgot just how much he affected you, even if it's been a decade since you've seen him last. He's older, sure, with strands of grey peppered throughout his curly hair... but he's different too, the remnants of his boyish charm morphing into something harder, more rugged, more broad. You tremble under his scrutiny. You force yourself to meet his heavy gaze. "Do what?" you repeat out louder, your voice getting caught in your throat as you push an errant strand of hair away from your face.

"You shouldn't downplay yourself like that. Earning something like your Master's is a big deal, don't sell yourself short like that, okay?"

You grant him a small smile. "Okay."

Joel, satisfied with your answer, nods. "Want to grab a cup of coffee with me?"

Six Months Ago.

"Are you sure she's good? Joel! Are you fucking listening?" Tess snaps, her fingers snapping for emphasis as Joel jolts in surprise. "It says here that she's been working at the Geek Squad for the last eight years; that's hardly enough experience to run an entire department—"

"She has her masters in Management Information Systems from UT Dallas, and the person who vouched for her-"

"Yeah, her mother? If she's as old as you, I highly doubt she can grasp what we need... what are we doing Joel? Are we just letting little old rich ladies headhunt for us now? I don't need no privileged priss in some ball gown running IT, we're a multi-million dollar company-"

"... who didn't even have a decent IT department in the first place, and now that Gloria is retiring, shit, Tess-" Joel runs his hands through his hair as he groans in frustration. "... she's better than everyone else we've interviewed, hell- at least we know that she's a lifer, being that she's worked for minimum wage at Best Buy for almost a decade! We have a chance to bring someone in to help out with the draftsmen, shit, she's even proficient in Revit! Tess, level with me: with her knowing that 3D modeling shit - we need her! More than she needs us!"

"So it's not that you want to fuck her, then?" Tess rolls her eyes as she throws your resume on his desk. "Yeah, Tommy mentioned your little high school crush on her, it's funny, you conveniently forgot to mention that-"

"Tess, don't."

"So if we decide to hire her, I won't catch you fucking her in your office? Her office? The conference room, the supply closet..." She glares at him, tipping her head back as she pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

"For fucks sake Tess, are we hiring her or not?"

Tess rises from her seat, running her hands down her slacks to straighten them, and gives Joel one last glance. With a half-smile, she shakes her head as she heads toward the door. "I'll email her an offer. If she takes it, she takes it... But, I will be starting her off at our base pay."

Joel nods, suppressing the urge to beam as much as he'd like. "That's fine."

"Oh? And Joel?" She pivots back to Joel, hand on the doorknob. "I didn't hear a no. If I catch you guys in my office, I will fucking castrate you, you hear?"

Two weeks ago.

To: [email protected]

Fr: [email protected]

Subject: About that list...

11:30 am (30 min ago)

Sugar,

Thanks for saving my ass last night. The meeting with The H Hotel went off with a hitch and Tess was none the wiser for my little mishap... no harm, no foul, right? Right.

About earlier today, when you said "Let's do this", was that a "Yes, maybe?" or a "Yes, definitely?" because I would very much like to do this, with you, at your pace, of course. I don't want to pressure you or anything. I'm just fucking excited, you know? You have no idea how much I've wanted to talk to you back then... I let shit get into my head, you know? Fuck. I'm rambling.

Thank you for giving me a chance, Sugar. I promise I will do everything in my power to make it worth your while.

Joel

To: [email protected]

Fr: [email protected]

Subject: RE: About that list...

11:45 am (0 min ago)

Yes, definitely. Yes to all of it.

When do you want to start?

One week ago.

[Hey Sugar, are you busy?]

Not at the moment, I'm about to clock out for lunch, what's up? Did you click on a phishing link again?

[Sugar, have a little faith! Say, I'm about to head out to lunch too, meet me in the parking lot in 5?]

That's rather forward and presumptuous of you, Mr. Miller. What if I had already brought lunch from home? What if I was looking forward to eating my adult lunchable?

[What the hell is an adult lunchable? It sounds terrible! What if I take you to that little Sushi joint down the road? Would that be enough to convince you to come out with me? I'll let you snack on the lunchable on the way there.]

Hey! Don't knock my charcuterie! Also, Doesn't that "little sushi joint" have a two-month waiting list? It's impossible to get in! I thought that it was only open for dinner?

[Baby, don't you know that we built that restaurant? Masayoshi is a good friend of mine, and he owes me a favor. All it takes is one call, what do you say? Nothing's impossible for my Sugar.]

Nothing's impossible for my Sugar. Sugar. My Sugar. You read Joel's message over and over again, your stomach growling as you contemplate the current state of your life. If someone had told you six months ago that you would manage to not only crawl your way out of the depths of Geek Squad hell, snag a decent job, and catch the eye of your hot-as-fuck boss, you would have laughed in their face at how ridiculous that sounded. It is ridiculous - how one little mistake led to having everything you could have possibly wanted out of your minuscule life, hot man included. So what if you haven't had a serious relationship since college? It's not like you were with your ex long enough for you to go all the way, and even then, you weren't remotely even into him, he was too skinny and nerdy and didn't scream 'man' at all. His nervous laughter and awkward shaking did nothing for you. Joel, on the other hand- now that was a man. A man you wouldn't mind climbing like a tree, all thick and firm and sturdy...

[Sugar? You still there? Are we doing this or not?]

You snap out of your daydreaming, your decision already being made. Your hands shake as you type out your response, your fingers striking the keys with a finality that you never would have thought you would ever have the courage for. Well, you think to yourself as you press enter. Here goes nothing...

I'll be right there. See you soon.

[That's my good girl.]

"Hey, Sugar," Joel greeted with a playful grin from the driver's seat of his F-150, his arm casually resting on the open window. His eyes lingered on you as if savoring the moment. "Hop in, Masayoshi is heading over to the restaurant now."

You rolled your eyes with a teasing smirk as you approached the passenger side, clamoring into the cab with a bit of awkward grace. "Just like that? A single call to your chef friend, and he drops everything to cater to your every whim? Color me impressed, Mr. Miller."

Joel chuckled. "Well, what can I say? I am sort of a big deal." He reached for your hand across the center console, fingers intertwining, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin. "Is this okay, Sugar?" He lifted your hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a delightful flutter in your stomach. Turning your head away, you mumbled, "It's very okay, Mr. Miller."

"Now, what did I tell you?" Joel teased, a glint in his eyes. "It's Joel, none of this Mr. Miller nonsense. Save that for when we're crossing off items on my list, alright?"

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, a blush creeping up your cheeks as Joel's easy charm and forwardness caught you off guard. "You're going to be the death of me, Joel," you quipped, half-jokingly, half-serious, unsure how to navigate the sudden closeness. The air in the truck seemed to hum with a subtle tension, and you wondered if Joel could sense the rapid beating of your heart.

Joel's gaze held a playful sparkle, and he grinned. "Well, Sugar, I hope it's a good way to go." He revved the engine, and the truck rumbled to life as he pulled out onto the road.

"So, Sugar, tell me something interesting about yourself," his fingers tapping the steering wheel to an imaginary beat.

You chuckled, playing along. "Well, Joel, I like to teach myself new things, I have a British shorthair named Sir Bubbles, you know, because I was obsessed with Bridgerton, And, by the way, it's Mr. Miller only when executing things on your list, right?" you teased, recalling his earlier remark.

Joel shot you a sly grin. "Sharp memory, Sugar. You're catching on quickly."

As you neared the sushi restaurant, the conversation seamlessly transitioned to lighter topics. Joel shared stories about his work, and how it felt working with Tommy and Tess, and you found yourself drawn into his earnestness and honesty. The playful banter continued as Joel made his way towards the edge of town, your cheeks hurting from how easy it was to smile in his company.

Parking the truck, Joel turned to you with a playful glint in his eye. "Ready for some sushi and more of my irresistibly charming company, Sugar?"

You roll your eyes, feigning reluctance. "Oh, the charm? I don't know if I can handle it, Mr. Miller."

He grins, opening your door with a flourish. "Well, brace yourself, because it's coming."

As you step out, Joel pauses, reaching behind your seat. "Wait a sec," he says, unveiling what looks like the botanical equivalent of a small garden. "A little something to brighten up your day."

You raise an eyebrow. "Is this part of the list?"

Joel chuckles. "Maybe."

You hesitantly reach for the massive bouquet, looking at the beautiful mix of colors in awe. "Joel," you breathe, "They're beautiful."

"The woman at the shop said that certain flowers can have meaning. She asked me about you." He points to the flowers in your hand. "Lilies, well, they mean infatuation. Chrysanthemums, for excitement." He points to the pink rose. "For sweetness and admiration."

"and the carnations?"

"For fascination and enchantment."

"Joel.. you don't mean that, do you?"

He chuckles. "Oh, I absolutely do, Sugar. Those flowers are just my way of expressing what I already know."

You playfully roll your eyes, holding the bouquet to your chest. "You're quite the charmer, Mr. Miller."

"Only for you," he replies with a wink, taking your hand as you both head towards the sushi restaurant. "After you, baby girl."

After lunch, you and Joel emerge to find the heavens have opened up, rain pouring down in sheets. Joel stops you in your tracks, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of sincerity and mischief.

With a twinkle in his eye, he asks, "Mind if I tick off the first thing on my list?"

You smile, stepping closer to Joel as he tucks an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, the both of you soaked to the bone.

"Yes please, Mr. Miller."

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rational, irrational — coriolanus snow

summary: the newest peacekeeper in your district can't seem to stay away from you, but you're just having casual fun together...right? pairing: peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!fem reader word count: 6.5k tags: smut and fluff, there's plot here, corio being corio, he's all over you the man's desperate, briefly suggestive in public (no one sees tho), specifics about reader (plays guitar, has a mom and dad, wears a dress, is carried by corio and is shorter), i wrote it thinking reader is 20 and he's 21 btw, dry humping, everything's rough and passionate, clothed f/naked m, marking and biting, unprotected p in v, pet names (princess, baby, my beautiful girl), he moans a lot (and whimpers!), reader is an overthinking queen, love confession (mutual)

happy new year my loves, i wish you the happiest 2024!! i'm so so proud of this fic, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it.

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Coriolanus Snow is a very patient guy. So patient, that he sits quietly by one of the corners of that filthy-looking place while you have a good time. He's not really fond of spending time with the people in District Twelve– why would he? Everything about this place makes him nauseous, and he's pretty sure he would've found a way to get back to the Capitol already if it wasn't for you.

You, with your stupid smile and your stupid eyes and your stupid charm that managed to captivate him enough to actually make him want to be here. He may not be a fan of the people from your District, and he might not even be that interested in music at all, but he’s definitely a fan of seeing you enjoy yourself. He’s willing to sit throughout the entire performance because he knows you’re really passionate about your music, and how much you like it when he’s in the crowd to watch you.

The only thing that makes the experience tolerable is getting to see you play your guitar and twirl around in your pretty dress to the sound of the music. Hell, he even thought he was ascending to heaven every time you'd turn to look in his direction, noticing the way your smile would widen when you eventually lock eyes with him.

As soon as you got off the tiny stage, he made his way towards you with the clear intention of getting out of there to finally be alone with you. Before he can even say anything, you notice him approaching and immediately hand your guitar to one of your friends before you practically trot towards him.

There’s a big smile on your face when you’re standing in front of him, immediately pulling him in for a hug as a way of saying hi. He was busy before the show, unfortunately, so you didn’t have the chance to talk to him until now.

“You were incredible up there,” he congratulates you, leaving a quick kiss on the top of your head, his arms keeping you close to him.

Blushing lightly, you rest your head on his chest, allowing the hug to last longer than you initially anticipated before finally taking a step back from him. “Thank you.”

“Sorry I showed up a little late today.” He looks genuinely apologetic, even when you’ve told him countless times he shouldn’t feel pressured to be here every time you’re going to perform. “I wanted to bring you flowers, too, but I didn’t have time.”

You immediately shake your head when you hear him start apologizing. “It’s okay, Coriolanus. You don’t have to explain yourself, really,” you insist like always, because it really isn’t necessary. It’s not like he’s your boyfriend, and even if he were, you wouldn’t want him to feel obligated to do anything for you.

He smiles down at you, silently appreciating the fact that you understand his early absence. Leaning closer again, he puts a hand on the small of your back. “Should we go now?”

The question makes you giggle. He's been like this since the first time the two of you started seeing each other. He's always wanting to spend time with you alone, away from your friends and other people he, again, doesn't care about at all. He's not here in Twelve to make friends, after all.

But even when you’ve always enjoyed his eagerness to get some alone time with you, you promised your friends to hangout with them after the show. "Let me have one drink with my friends and we'll be on our way,” you quickly reply. The look on his face was more than enough to let you know he was not happy about that plan, which makes you take a step closer to him to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "One drink. I promise."

You start walking away before he has time to come up with something to argue back, so he has no other choice but to wait even longer. He kept a serious expression on his face, barely making any attempts to join in on the conversation your friend group was having, even when everyone tried their best to include him in it. He clearly hated the idea of still having to share you with other people.

As much as your friends have expressed their concerns about his behavior, you can't help but enjoy the fact that he seems to be so incredibly obsessed with you. Yes, it's maybe a little too much sometimes, but you actually like it.

You like that he's always touching your body in any possible way, whether it's holding your hand, rounding your waist, or putting a hand at the small of your back. You also like that he's always keeping a watchful eye on you. It's like you're his most prized possession; he just can't risk losing you, so he's always following you around, making sure everyone treats you right and with respect. Whoever dares to mess with what's his would regret it for the rest of their life.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, he just had this need to have you. To know you, to keep you close, to gain your attention. Already used to getting what he wants, he knew it was a matter of time before he managed to do just that. It didn't take long before you were accepting to spend more and more time with him, and from that moment forward he's been glued to your side.

It's still a mystery to you what he, a guy surrounded by privileges and luxuries from the Capitol, is even seeing in you, a nobody from the most disgraceful District. Still, you were surprised by how incredibly attentive he is with you.

Even when he knows he could get in serious trouble, he always manages to sneak away from his duties as a Peacekeeper to spend time with you. He has never ever missed one of your shows. Tigris is always asking about ‘the mystery girl he has a crush on, that she just can’t wait to meet one day’ whenever the two of them manage to talk.

Even your family has questioned you about what the hell you're up to every time you come back home holding a bouquet of azaleas. He used to give you roses, until he learned you actually prefer azaleas– not any azaleas, no, because you like the purple ones over any other of the colors so he's always getting you purple azaleas.

However, no matter how good he treats you or how seemingly obsessed he is, you always remind yourself not to think too much of it, knowing better than to get your hopes up regarding someone like Coriolanus Snow.

Because you have to be realistic here. You’ll always be in District Twelve, but he’ll eventually go back to the Capitol. Neither of you have really wanted to talk about what would happen then, choosing to enjoy the time you get to have together instead, but that doesn’t mean you don’t think about it more and more everyday.

He could promise you many things. That he’ll keep in touch with you, that he’ll find a way to visit, that he’ll never let the distance be an issue. But that’s just stupid. With such a lavish life, surrounded by privileges and important people, it’s only a matter of time before he forgets you even existed.

But it’s okay if he forgets. You’ve come to terms with that ending by now, because it’s part of what you knew you’d have to live with if you decided to get involved with him.

So, even when it’s difficult, you try to remind yourself not to look forward to a future with him because people like you and people like him simply cannot have a future together. The only thing you do allow yourself to think about is that, at least for the time being, he seems to be interested in you and he's ridiculously attractive, so why not having fun while you can?

So Coriolanus waited and waited, until you were putting away your guitar and finishing your third drink –definitely not one, he noticed– to head out the little pub with him. In a matter of seconds, his hand is resting once again on your lower back as he guides you outside, making sure to move people out of the way for you.

He offered to carry your guitar case before grabbing your hand and starting to head towards the forest. Like many times before, the two of you had to sneak around in dark alleys and deserted streets to avoid being seen. No one should be going into the forest at night, especially if we’re talking about a young girl with a Peacekeeper all by themselves.

"Stop it!" you warn him in a playful whisper when he's grabbing your hips yet again, cornering you against a brick wall in a poorly-lit street. Still, you show barely any resistance or actual annoyance as you wrap an arm around his neck. "We'll get caught."

"So?" he asks with a mischievous grin, leaning closer to you. "If that happens, I'll just make something up." Shrugging, he brushes your worries off as he presses his body to yours, pushing you against the wall. "You really made me wait back there, you know?" he adds in a lower voice, his face impossibly closer, your nose brushing with his. "How do you expect me to behave now when I've been waiting all night to be alone with you?"

That last comment makes you look up at him in a way that encourages him to squeeze your body against the wall even more, making you gasp a little.

Your body is always testing him. He's almost convinced that you know the power you hold over him and completely take it to your advantage. This is definitely one of those times, because you've decided to wear that dress he loves so much on you and you just keep looking up at him with that doe-eyed look that's making it really difficult to keep himself under control.

He settles for a kiss for now, pressing his lips to yours in a way that perfectly shows how much he's needing you. He holds your face with one hand, his tongue immediately moving past your lips and inside your mouth to deepen the kiss. Your legs almost tremble when he captures your lower lip between his teeth before pulling back entirely, a small smirk adorning his lips when he locks eyes with you again because he knows he's not the only one that's forgetting you're in the middle of a street.

Yes, he's down bad, but he's also aware of the effect he has on you and he loves watching it reflected on your face.

He lets out a low chuckle when you eventually push him away from you, deciding to continue the walk to the forest, grabbing your hand again to guide you through the narrow streets and making sure to keep an eye out to avoid getting caught.

"What did you tell your parents this time?" he asks, the playful tone in his voice evident. You didn't need to see his face to know he was grinning.

"Sleepover," you simply say, blushing.

"Again?"

The little chuckle that escapes his lips makes you blush even more, lightly hitting his arm with your available hand. "Would you prefer I tell them I'm sneaking into the forest with you?"

There's a brief silence, and for a second you thought that was it regarding that conversation, until you hear him speak again. "Do you think they'd like me?"

You're not entirely sure where that question is coming from. At first you thought it was just another little comment to tease you, but when you look up at him you notice the expression on his face. He genuinely seems serious about it, and he briefly looks down at you before looking ahead, seemingly intrigued by your answer.

Would your parents like him? Perhaps your mom will be thrilled that you found someone because you've rarely ever talked to her about anyone potentially capturing your interest in a romantic way. Even if you reveal that he’s a guy from the Capitol. You can already picture her bombarding Corio with compliments, and the thought of them meeting actually makes you visibly smile.

But your dad might be a completely different story. He's always talking about how much he hates the Capitol, after all. And the fact that he almost got in trouble with the Peacekeepers recently might be another strong indicator that perhaps he'll have his reservations about someone like him dating you.

But he's not being serious about this, you tell yourself. This is his way of teasing you, of course.

Still, the look on his face stops you from being entirely playful about your answer, because despite your brain trying to remind you to be realistic about the nature of your relationship, part of you fears he really wants to know what you have to say.

"I don't know," you eventually reply, voice a lot lower than you expected. "Perhaps your charm can persuade them too."

You notice him smile after your last comment, but you don't know if that answer was enough for him. Maybe it wasn't. "I'm sure I can find a way to win them over," he replies as confident as ever. Again, you're not sure if he's just joking or not. Thankfully, he doesn't say anything else about it and you decide to stay quiet too.

Already in the forest, it was practically impossible to get his hands away from your body. You had to walk with his arms around you, his lips occasionally pressing against your temple, neck or the side of your face. If you managed to slip from his grip even for the shortest of instances, he'd grab your arm and pull you back into his embrace.

It's only fair that he gets to hold you close to him as much as he wants. He has been patient enough for you, after all. He stayed in that bar to watch you have fun with your friends while you barely paid any attention to him. Do you really expect him to keep waiting until you reach that stupid cabin? Not a chance. Not when he's been waiting to be alone with you for hours.

The two of you finally reach the cabin and he only moves away from your body to open the door for you, his eyes hungrily trailing down your body as you walk inside. That goddamn dress looks just so good on you, his hands are practically shaking in anticipation as he closes the door behind him.

You turn around to look at him with a soft smile, watching as he carefully places your guitar case on the floor, leaving it resting against a wall before walking towards you. He's immediately grabbing your face with his hands, pulling you in for a kiss so incredibly desperate that it almost makes your legs tremble.

He's always been like this– passionate, devoted, needy. He kisses you like your mouth is the air he needs in order to stay alive. He takes a few steps backwards until he's once again cornering you against the wall, and the way he presses his body against yours with urgency isn't doing much to help your poor state.

"Corio..." you whisper, surrounded by the darkness of the cabin, seeing his features illuminated by the moonlight coming from one of the windows. He takes his time to look at you– really look at you, marveling at how your eyes are reflecting all the raw emotions he's feeling right now in this very moment with you. The way your body silently expresses your need for him to continue, how your chest rises and falters faster than usual.

But he also focuses on other things. Things you probably don't even know he'll be thinking about when he looks at you like this. Because he also takes a second to admire how unbelievably beautiful you are and the way your body fits so perfectly against his. He even has the time to realize how fast his own heart is beating, that foreign feeling that keeps appearing within him every time he's near you completely overtaking him.

You gasp softly when one of his hands lifts your dress, enough to reach your thigh as he squeezes your flesh with a low groan. "You made me wait all night," he mutters, sounding genuinely upset at this still– offended, even. "I went to see your little concert to be with you, and that's how you pay me? Just ignoring me?"

"I didn't–"

"You did," he insists, and despite the anger and frustration in his voice, you know he's not really directing any of those emotions at you. Or at least not entirely. He's just really desperate to be with you, to feel more of what you have to offer.

There's a brief pause where Coriolanus is taking his chance to move his hand from your thigh to your ass, urging your hips forward to meet his half-way. You let out a soft moan, he smirks devilishly. "I don't think that was very nice of you."

Shortly after that last comment, he's leaning down to press his lips on your neck. Every kiss is sloppy, hurried, desperate, his hand on your ass urgently pushing you forward while he presses his growing bulge against your lower stomach.

The low moans escaping his lips makes you shiver, gripping his biceps while you tilt your head back against the wall to expose more of your neck to him.

His teeth dig into your flesh, making you moan louder. "I'm sorry..." you mutter in a breathless voice, feeling his frustration in the way he's handling your body. "I'm sorry..."

He completely ignores your apologies, much more preoccupied on kissing down your neck towards your collarbone. Your back arches when his lips trail lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your cleavage.

The hand on your ass moves to the back of one of your thighs, lifting your leg up until your knee is practically leveling with his hips, aligning your bodies better. The gesture exposes you just enough, creating the perfect angle for him to grind against you properly.

He moves back to watch your reaction as he rocks his hips forward, his clothed erection pressing against the fabric of your underwear in a delicious friction. Your broken moan echoes in the empty cabin, combined with the groan of pure ecstasy that escapes his lips.

"All night," he repeats through gritted teeth. "All fucking night you had me waiting."

You didn't reply. If you tried to say you didn't, he'd argue back. If you tried to apologize, he wouldn't listen. Unlike what many would think, you've genuinely got to know him during his stay in your district. You know it's better to just shut up and let him win, at least sometimes– especially times like this when he's making you feel so good and you don’t really have the strength or mind to insist.

He's probably the most stubborn person you'll ever meet. There's no way of ever making him change his mind about anything. But you like him just like that.

He's kissing your lips again, just as desperate as before, hungrily claiming your mouth. Without moving back from the kiss, he grabs your other leg to fully lift you off the ground. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, keeping your hands on his shoulders for support while he walks towards the couch that's in front of the empty fireplace with you in his arms.

He gently places your body on top of the couch, making sure you're comfortable as he moves back from you. A soft smirk appears on his lips when his eyes meet yours. With desperate hands and rushed movements, he starts removing the jacket of his Peacekeeper uniform, and you watch in silent appreciation as he removes his clothing on top of you.

First it was the jacket, then it was the plain white t-shirt he was wearing underneath, barely giving you time to admire his torso before he's leaning down to kiss you, continuing the heavy and passionate make out.

You run your hands up and down his back, careful not to be too rough with the way your fingers trace his skin. Even when the injuries on his back have healed completely, you were still fearful of hurting him.

Unlike you, Coriolanus is anything but gentle. One of his hands keeps a strong grip on your hip, pinning you down to the worn-out couch. The other moves up your frame, groping your breasts to his will. Still, despite the roughness of it all, there's an undeniable sense of care in the way he treats you. He holds onto you so tight because he physically can't bring himself to hold you in any other way, and because he knows you like that extra pressure his strong hands provide whenever he touches your body.

He'll never ever keep a strong grip on you like this with the intention of hurting you. It's not meant to hurt, but to show you through his touch how badly he needs to feel your body. How he can't function properly if he's not keeping you close. How he wants to make sure you're actually there with him, making him feel like this, and that you won't disappear into thin air to leave him completely alone. He can't let you disappear. He won't be able to live if you go.

The familiar sound of his belt echoes in the room, and you don't need to pull away from the kiss and look down to know he's urgently trying to get rid of the barrier of clothing separating your bodies.

"Take your panties off," he ordered in a rushed voice, moving back just enough to look at you. The huge amount of urgency hidden behind his captivating blue eyes makes you blush despite yourself, marveling at how he’s able to give you an instruction but still look like he’s pleading for it. "You can keep the dress on, though," he adds not too long after, taking another look down your body appreciatively. "It looks so pretty on you."

You immediately do as told. He gives you just enough space to reach under your dress to slide your panties down your legs while he finishes undoing his belt, starting to unzip his pants now.

It's actually a lot harder to remove your underwear than you initially anticipated, struggling to fully get rid of them at first due to your boots. He quickly notices it, helping to take them off before finally getting rid of your panties.

Waiting not-so-patiently (a thing you might have in common with him, apparently), you watch as Coriolanus focuses back on unzipping his pants, hurriedly sliding them down his legs along with his boxers. You barely catch a glimpse of his rigid cock before he's lifting one of your legs up again, pressing his body against yours and giving you absolutely no time to react as he's filling you up in one swift, hard thrust of his hips.

A shuddering moan of pure relief escapes his lips when he's finally able to feel your heat surrounding him. He holds onto your body for dear life, burying his face in your neck, needing to feel you close to him while he stays balls-deep inside you for a second. Savoring it, cherishing it, thanking whatever it was that put you in his life, trying to remember exactly how it feels to be like this with you just in case you ever decide to keep him waiting again.

Not at all ready for such intrusion, you let out a pathetic little whimper that makes the moment that much enjoyable for him. You hold tightly onto his body as well, your palms pressed to his shoulder blades, brows furrowed in both pleasure and slight discomfort.

"Fucking–" he grunts, breathlessly, feeling like the happiest man on earth right now, "missed this."

He starts to move, slowly sliding his cock out of you before slamming back inside with such force that it makes you whimper out loud once again. Every beautiful sound coming out of your mouth drives him even more insane, encouraging him to do whatever he possibly can to keep them coming.

An almost animalistic groan escapes his lips when he feels you biting onto his shoulder. Your teeth sinking into his skin like that makes him lose the little self-control he had left, the movements of his hips only increasing as they become quicker, rougher. It's practically impossible to think any coherent thoughts or try to speak, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock fucking you relentlessly, aggressively, desperately.

Coriolanus fucks you like his life depends on it. Like he's been deprived of your body for years. Like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance to do it so he's forced to make the most of it. He leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck, drawing a particularly lovely moan when you feel him suck on your skin in a way that'll definitely leave a mark later. You really don't care, he can mark you all he wants.

His hips move rapidly, refusing to give you even the tiniest of seconds to relax. The impact of his skin slapping against yours mixed with the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his cock sliding in and out of your aching little hole are as loud as the sounds coming from your mouths. You whimper desperately, he groans completely consumed by the feeling of sharing this moment with you.

"That's it, princess," he praises you in a low voice. You're being so good for him, gladly taking every inch of him, squeezing him in a way that's making his eyes roll to the back of his head as he forces his hips to move as fast as possible. "You feel incredible...so tight...just perfect for me."

When he moves back from your neck, he could've swore he almost came right there and then just by looking at your face. You look back at him through half-lidded eyes, swollen lips parted while you keep moaning and whimpering for him, skin glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed. The fact that you look so beautifully wrecked thanks to him has got to be one of his biggest accomplishments. He'll probably never get enough of this sight, of you, of your body, of your wet pussy taking him so incredibly good that he's not sure he can keep this up much longer.

And he knows you can't handle much of this either. You don't need to say it out loud for him to know– which is good, because it's not like you can utter a single word right now. He can see it in the way you're struggling to keep your eyes open, hear it in the way your cries come out more and more broken, feel it in the way your walls repeatedly squeeze him tighter and tighter.

His tongue invades your mouth if a passionate kiss, all messy and hot, teeth clashing while you moan into each other's mouths. He kisses you hungrily for a few seconds before pressing his forehead to yours, knowing it's a matter of time before he gets to feel you come around his cock.

"Corio..." you call out his name, barely able to speak. He moves back just enough to look at you.

"I know, baby. I know," he replies in a soft voice, completely contrasting with his rapid thrusts and ragged breathing.

He closes his eyes for a second, so lost in the moment, feeling his entire body on fire and his heart beating like crazy. He sneaks an arm underneath you, lifting your hips just enough and keeping them there, both of you voicing how good that new angle feels with a particularly louder moan.

When he opens his eyes again, noticing the way you're looking up at him, he realizes it. How good this feels because he's sharing it with you. How he'll never be able to share moments like this with anyone that's not you, and even if he dares to try it'll always be second-best now that he got to experience you.And it's not just the sex, but everything. From the pride of making you blush with the tiniest of compliments, to the honor of holding your hand. From the warm and fuzzy feeling inside him every time you kiss him, to the way you seem so interested to hear his stories about his life back in the Capitol. From the absolute gift that is seeing you laugh at one of his jokes (even the bad ones), to the minutes he spends collecting purple azaleas in the forest. He wants none of that if it’s not with you.

Before he can even fully comprehend just how risky it is, he's voicing that one thought that keeps repeating over and over in his head. A thought that's probably been on his mind long before he even allowed himself to acknowledge it. "I love you," he whispers, the confession both heavy and relieving. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

In other circumstances, you would probably be absolutely shocked by that revelation. You'd stand in front of him without knowing what to say, trying to figure out if those words actually came out of his mouth or if you're just going insane. Or maybe you'd act like you did earlier when he asked about your parents, trying to trick your insecure mind and distrustful heart to believe he's not being serious– that what you have isn't serious at all.

But it's different when you're underneath him and he's claiming your body in the most excruciatingly good way, because you're deprived of all your rationality. You can't think, you can't be scared or doubt everything like you tend to do. You're stripped of almost everything, except from your most basic and natural instincts.

So, in a moment like this, it's so easy to admit the inevitable truth you seem to be running away from when you’re actually able to overthink. "I love you," you repeat, and it's so simple. So right.

He’s over the moon when he hears you say that, already wanting to hear it again and again and again because it sounds absolutely heavenly when those three little words come out of your mouth. He didn't know how much he needed to hear them until now.

You manage to distract him, however, when your moans come out more desperately than ever before, feeling the way you clench around him like crazy. "Corio..." you manage to cry out again, the vulnerability and exhaustion in your voice sending shivers down his spine.

It's a mystery to him if you wanted to say something else aside from his name, because as soon as it leaves your mouth you’re moaning louder than ever before, your entire body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm that overtakes your whole being. Arms and legs wrapped around him, forehead resting on his shoulder, a few tears escaping your eyes due to how much you’re feeling right now.

With him, it always feels amazing, but oh does it feel even better now that you know he loves you.

Your orgasm was all he needed to be driven over the edge, his arm underneath you tightening its grip on you while the other barely provides support to his body so he doesn't crush you under his weight. "Yes, yes…" he moans, his face against your neck, the only things in his mind being the feeling of your orgasm and how badly he wants to fill you up now. "Oh, fuck, baby..." he practically whimpers those words out, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

He finally comes undone, shooting his load deep inside you as a few more whimpers escape his mouth, his peak hitting him harder than ever before. It's almost like the more instances he gets to be like this, giving you exactly what you deserve, making love to you, the better it feels. Makes him come back for more every time, crave you in a way he's never experienced before.

His movements in and out of you slow down considerably, but he refuses to stop just yet. His hips continue to meet yours even after he's fully empty, all of his cum already coating your inner walls, but making sure to fuck every drop into you before he allows himself to fully slide out.

Panting heavily, he moves his head back enough to look at you, admiring your face of pure bliss after he tried his very best to give you everything he had in him to make you feel good. One arm stays wrapped around your body, using his available hand to brush your sweaty hair away from your face. "My beautiful girl," he compliments you in a breathless whisper, looking deeply into your eyes with immense adoration and possessiveness.

He just needed to have you like this. Alone, all to himself, making those cute little sounds that drive him insane, filled with his cum. Yes, he's a very patient person, but he can't control himself when it comes to you. Surely you understand, after what you’ve experienced together tonight and the confession that slipped from his lips, why he needed to get the hell out of that crowded pub. He's completely in love with you, how is he supposed to act like he doesn’t?

You're even more exhausted than him, barely able to keep your eyes open as you give him a soft smile when you hear the way he's complimenting you. He gently holds your face with one of his hands and you lean into his touch almost immediately. Leaning closer, he kisses you once again, a lot more controlled now but still as passionate as ever. Silently appreciating the way you handled the roughness of his movements, thankful that you shared such an intimate and intense moment with him, insanely happy to know you love him as much as he loves you.

He moves away from your lips, only to start kissing all over your face, muttering praises and compliments in between each of them, making you giggle as you gladly accept his affection.

Eventually, he pulls out of you and moves away from your body entirely, giving you enough space to sit up on the couch and look for your discarded panties. As you do that, he starts the process of dressing himself too, putting his boxers and pants back on.

You watch him in silence, playing with your fingers on your lap as you wait for him to join you on the couch again. Your insecurities were getting the best of you once again, and he immediately notices it the second he’s taking a seat next to you.

He looks visibly worried, leaning closer as he grabs one of your hands, searching for your eyes because you seem to be way too lost in your own head to fully be there in that moment with him. “What is it?”

The concern is evident in his voice, making you feel almost guilty for doubting the words that he said to you earlier. How could you doubt him when he looks at you like this?

“It’s nothing, I just…” you start, sighing as you look down at your hands to watch the way he intertwined his fingers with yours, the gesture incredibly reassuring. "Did you mean it?" you ask in a low voice. "What you said earlier?"

"Of course I did." He doesn't hesitate in the slightest. "Did you?"

Surprisingly enough, you don't hesitate either. "Yes."

The way he smiles right after your answer has got to be one of the best sights you've ever seen in your entire life. It encourages you to find enough courage to express your feelings for him once again, wanting to initiate the exchange this time.

You give his hand a gentle squeeze while you look up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes. "I really, truly, do love you, Coriolanus," you say in the most sincere voice he's ever heard.

"I love you too," he replies, that beautiful smile from before only widening. It's impossible not to smile back at him, and he feels even happier when he notices the way you blush despite the darkness of the night. "More than I thought I could ever love anyone."

He keeps your hand in his, and you notice there's no hesitation in his voice when he decides to test his luck once again. "Come to the Capitol with me," he says, but it's not exactly an order. If anything, it sounds more like a hopeful plea.

Again, you should probably think rationally about this. Leave all your life behind to go to a place that's nothing like what you're used to? To live amongst people that are nothing like you, with a completely different lifestyle? What would the people of the Capitol even think when they know there's someone from the districts (and worse, from Twelve) pretending to be one of them? Is Corio even thinking about any of this?

And what about your friends? Or your family? What if someone needs you and you're not here? Would they understand that you're leaving them here for a guy, even when you try to explain how much you love him? And what would you do when you're at the Capitol? Are you going to study? Or try to actually pursue music? Will you ever be able to come back to District Twelve? What if you miss your home? What if you hate the Capitol?

When you look back into Corio's eyes, suddenly none of those questions matter. You try to be rational, but maybe there's nothing rational about falling in love. Maybe you just need to feel it, and right now you feel incredibly at peace. So seen, so much more like yourself, so ridiculously in love that you're happy knowing absolutely nothing is making sense.

So, you don't hesitate again when you nod. His eyes light up and a bright smile appears on his face, tightening his grip on your hand. “Yeah?” he asks, almost unable to contain his excitement, leaning closer just enough.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, because the idea of leaving everything behind to follow him to the Capitol sounds absolutely insane, but it feels so right. “Yes,” you confirm.

You feel his lips press against yours immediately after. The kiss feels like a silent closure. A way of ending the conversation, sealing the promise you’ve made to have a new life together. A way of saying goodbye to your life here in District Twelve.

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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ BIG BEEFY MEN 😵‍💫

Ft. Bokuto, Taiju, Tengen, Toji, Osamu, Draken

Warnings: size kink x 1727292718, manhandling and lots of it, fem bodied reader, titles used: papa, daddy, sir, overstimulation, edging, implied age gap for toji’s part, mentions of creampie, slight exhibitionism for Osamu, drool, cute pet names like baby, princess, etc, only lightly edited my bad

Note: I had too much fun writing this YEJAJJS, like 😵‍💫, it also took me a while cause every time I would add another guy I would daydream for like a couple hours 🤤 this is multifandom cause there are just too many beefy men to go around, and honestly I could have added more (Daichi, Matsukawa, Todo, Mirio, Sakuna, Benkei… 😵‍💫😵‍💫) but then I’d be at this forever UWJAJ so take this, for now, <333 reblogs, comments and feedback are always greatly appreciated <3

Bokuto:

Bokuto who works out 6 days a week and still runs on the 7th 😔 he’s always working on his muscles, making sure he’s physically fit and always up to par for volleyball. Iwaizumi keeps him on a strict workout regime and he doesn’t mind that, considering it shows results and makes him feel good. You honestly don’t mind the schedule either, because you get to watch him pump bars over his head, muscles contracting and rippling, sweat dripping in beads along his toned chest. He’s a god really, with a build like that, and your eyes can’t help but stayed glued to him. It’s only when he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been caught, cheeks suddenly starting to burn as you snap your eyes away from his abs and up to his face. That smug look of his doesn’t help your embarrassment, making you bite your lip sheepishly. “Enjoyin the view, birdy?” He asks through a grin, and you don’t bother lying, you’ve been caught away so you nod, heart doing a little flip in your chest when he holds a hand out to you. You don’t hesitate to go to his side, allowing his hand to guide your own over the plane of his abs. Your fingertips trace the defined muscles there, despite how they still contract and sweat and you sigh softly, pupils basically in little heart shapes when you look back up at him. “You look so good, Koutarou….”

He’s got you laid out flat on his workout bench, clothes were haphazardly thrown across the padded flooring. Your slips hang open in a silent cry as he looms over you again, chest pressed right up to your back as his cock bullies its way to the hilt back into your gummy walls. His groan right next to your ear is almost overwhelming, his body swallowing you up and taking over all your senses as his hips hump up against your ass, pushing and pulling his cock shallowly in and out of you. When you let out a hiccuping sigh against the leather of the bench he chuckles softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Liked bein stuffed like this, huh baby? Wanna be stuffed with cum too, don’t you?” You nod because the words don’t form, becoming lost on your tongue and replaced with whines as soon as Bokuto starts rotating his hips. One thick arm manages to slip underneath you and his palm rests open on your tummy, uncaring of the sweat and slick that makes everything a little messier. “Cum f’me.” His words vibrate against your back, his index finger managing to find your clit to add a steady pressure to the pulsing bud. You would have jolted, but you’re trapped beneath him, so all you can do is let out a shaky sob. “Cum f’papa and I’ll give you exactly what you want~”

Taiju:

Taiju is a busy man, running his successful restaurant was a full-time job that took up a lot of his time. And yet despite this, he always made time for his baby. He’d take you along to special events, and business meetings, but especially to suit fittings. You were the one that made him rekindle his relationship with Mitsuya, knowing that he would be the best person for the job in terms of making a suit that would actually fit Taiju’s size and stature. You claimed you went to talk to Mitsuya, which may have been part of the reason, but Taiju knew why you went along to every fitting. You got to see him almost naked, arms outstretched and shoulder blades contracting as Mitsuya took his proper measurements. He watched you through the full-length mirrors that covered the studio walls. How you’d press your thighs together, squirming in the chair you sat in. How your eyes would get glossy when he’d slip the brand new suit jacket on, testing the fit and how it would look perfect on his frame. The best is when he’d pull the suit pants on for the first time and your eyes were literally glued to his butt, lip bitten between your lips almost swollen. Mitsuya would leave the room as Taiju undressed into his normal clothes, and it’s only then that he’d scoff softly, eyes a bit narrowed as he finally catches your attention. “You’re so obvious.” He states, only making you fiddle with the hem of your skirt a bit more as you try to play innocent. “Staring at me like a piece of meat. Bet your panties are soaked through…”

As soon as the two of you got back to your shared home he’d have you pinned against a wall. If you had it your way you would’ve done it in the car, but Taiju wanted to make you wait and teased you the whole drive. Reminder you that only whores get that hot and bothered so easily, held your thigh in his big hand cause he knew it made you melt seeing how he could so easily grip the fat there. He picked you up at this point, your skirt bunched up at your waist and your panties ripped clean off. His hands gripped harshly to the fat of thighs, holding you up against the wall with nothing but strength as he used the force of gravity to fuck up into you. The slap of his hips was wet from how much you were dribbling, his eyes wide and feral as he watched your head lull back against the wall, a bit of drool leaving your lips that were stuck hung in a silent scream. He grins, lips littering sloppy kisses along your neck, uncaring of the marks he left behind. “Pretty lil dumb thing…” he murmurs, grinding his hips so his cock could thoroughly stir your insides. “This is all you think about, isn’t it? Getting fucked open by my big cock?” That caught your attention, nodding your head as your nails leave crescents into his shoulder. You’re mumbling “yes sir, yes Taiju” as his speed suddenly picks up, loving the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest. “Such a good girl.”

Tengen:

Tengen knows he’s attractive, he has 4 wives who all adore him, of course, he’s attractive. He also knows very that he’s built like a god, with muscles that bulge just right, flex and make him look even better. Sure, he got this way from hard work and dedication, but it helps too that he’s naturally flashy, with a good style and personality to go with his looks. He knows that people watch him, he knows that people flirt with him, and rather openly. Most of his wives have gotten used to this, but you? You’re a little newer, can’t help but be a bit protective and a lil insecure when it comes to your partner. So when you see two women flirting with him at a festival, something like jealousy flames within your belly. You can’t even help the way you get upset, lips twisting into a pout. It’s when one of the random women has the audacity to put her hand onto his bicep, giving it a squeeze that you lose it. You cling onto him, basically prying him away from their grimy hands and sending them a death glare in the process. The girls got the memo instantly, slinking away with grumbles and pouts of their own. To make matters worse Tengen is oblivious to it all. He was used to this, people hitting on him, but you acting like this? “What’s wrong?” He asks, the amusement in his tone only making you ten times angrier. Rather than explaining yourself you flip him off, an action that only fuels him further to get an answer out of you…

Your back is trembling against his chest, his fingers so lazily petting at your clit driving you absolutely wild but you can’t do anything about it. Your hands are trapped behind you between your bodies, bound by the silky material of the cord that usually holds his robe together. His cock somehow looks even bigger right now, stuffed within your quivering pussy and stretching it open. His base is covered already in a layer of your sheen that’s been steadily leaking out of you and yet he still hasn’t let you cum. You Yelp from the sudden impact of his fingertips against your swollen numb, fat tears finally spilling from your lashes and onto your hot cheeks. “Why would you ever need to be jealous, pretty? Ever?” He questions you again, fingers going back to slowly rolling your clit. You let out a soft sob, head lulling back into his broad chest as you try to buck your hips along his cock, only for his free hand to keep you firmly in place. “Don’t you know I picked you for a reason? Don’t you know I love you so, so much that I wanted you and only you to join the girls and me in our marriage?” His voice lowers as you start to flutter around his cock again, and his fingers start to speed up, finally. “Won’t ask ya again, tell me, do you know I love you?” You cry out, lips bit swollen as you tilt your head back enough to meet his gaze. He flashes you a smile, the first one you’ve gotten since the start of this punishment and you whimper, nodding dumbly. “I-I know, I-I know daddy, m’sorry, was bein dumb—“ He shushes you with his lips, finally moving his hips. He bucks them up into you, making your whole body bounce in his lap from the sheer size difference. “Not dumb, never dumb Darlin.. ya just forget sometimes…” The knot in your stomach finally snaps as he circles your clit, the squeeze of your pussy making his groan into your open mouth. “Just forget how perfect ya are f’me, that’s all.”

Toji:

Toji, big big Toji who knows very well that most ladies are attracted to him for his size. He likes to go for the little shy ones. The ones that stare at him with innocent eyes, look at him a little longer than they should and always manage to get caught. He’ll send you a wink, sometimes even wave playfully just to get you all the more embarrassed. His favourite type to go for though, as horrible as it is, are the girls his son is always bringing home. It’s a little fucked up, isn’t it? But Toji knows, knows that his son may try his best, but he can’t please a woman like he can, not yet anyway. So as his father, it’s his job to keep Megumi’s girls pleased when he can’t do so himself. He sees it as helping of course, surely the girl will stick with his son longer if she knows she’ll get a treat every time she comes over…

“Skirts shorter than usual…” Toji muses, his eyes lit up in amusement as his fingers brushed over the soft pleats found in the fabric. His hips are snapping back into your ass again just so your lips hang open, the start of a yelp about to escape had he not shoved the hem of the skirt between your lips. You muffle a whine into the material, fingers curling up against the wall you were currently pressed up against. “Musta wanted me to notice, isn’t that right dollface?” He says between a chuckle, his grin getting bigger as he gets a better grip on your hips, making you stick your ass out a bit more and arch your back for him. This angle allows his cock head to smack into your cervix, kissing it with the tip and threatening to break through. His balls are heavy as they slap against your skin, only adding to the lewd, wet slaps that echo from your cute pussy. He leans closer to your ear, whispering against the soft flesh when you let out a string of sobs about how you’re gunna cum. “Yea? Gunna cum for daddy are ya?” He laughs when you nod, teeth sinking into your shoulder as one thick hand slides over your hips to tease on your clit, helping you reach your high faster. “Go on, make sure you’re loud enough that your boyfriend knows his daddy is fucking you this good.”

Osamu:

Osamu has always been the bulkier of the two twins. Even in their volleyball days, his muscles weren’t as lean as Atsumu’s. He was built bigger, shoulders broader, the baby fat on his cheeks remaining longer. Now as an adult his muscles didn’t go away, oh no, he needs them to lift the heavy bags of rice to and from the restaurant, but he has certainly filled out. Shoulders spreading, biceps bulging. A light layer of fat forms over his chest, the muscles underneath just making him look bigger. The T-shirts he always wears show these off, and although he takes no mind to how his body has changed, you certainly have. It makes you drool when his arms flex as he quickly cuts up vegetables and when he grunts as he lifts a rice bag on his shoulder. The best is when he ties his apron around him, Accentuating just how small his waist still is despite how he’s broadened out. He doesn’t even realize how attractive he is, honestly. You can’t even help yourself when you gawk at him at work, and you certainly can’t help how heat pools between your legs. He starts to really notice when you pout up at him, pretty legs rubbing together on the stool you sit at…

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home.” He’s grumbling his words against your lips as if he’s not happy to have his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. “Too fuckin spoiled to wait.” He added, his reprimanding turning into a grunt when your nails run through his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp just the way he likes it. He latches onto your lower lip, suckling it like his favourite treat as his big hands grab at your thighs. He tenderly squeezes the flesh he loves before gripping it, easily hauling you up onto the countertop he was previously making food on. He’s thankful you’re wearing a skirt today because all it takes is one good tug and your panties are ripped clean off, exposing your dampened lower lips to him and making goosebumps rise on your lips. He clicks his tongue when you start to complain about how those were your favourite pair, one of his palms pressing into your tummy to easily push you back into the cold countertop. “Quit yer bitchin, I’ll get a new pair.” You were about to shoot back, but all your words get lost on your tongue when he spits onto your pussy, two thick fingers locked in and rubbing on your clit. A smirk twitches on his lips, shaking his head as he watches just how easily you come undone for him. He presses a kiss to your hip bone. “That’s it, be a good girl and take what you want, gunna fuck ya real good.”

Draken:

we all know I could go on for hours about Draken 😔 I mean do you blame me? He’s huge, the biggest of all his friends in both height and build. He’s always been naturally big, the width of his shoulders sometimes making it hard for him to find proper attire that fits him comfortably. Hence why he settles for tank tops a lot, which gives him more space to breathe. Would never admit it out loud but he 100% is very aware when you’re checking him out and he LOVES it. Draken doesn’t like to flaunt himself but when you do it it’s different. Makes his cheeks heat up a bit and his cock twitch knowing how damn lucky he is to have someone as pretty as you obsessed with him like that. So he’ll let you stare, whether it be while he’s working at the shop, working out, or simply when the two of you are out. He’ll let your eyes linger on him, sometimes he’ll even flex on purpose, holding back laughter when you suck in a sharper breath. He will tease you about it, sometimes of course cause he can’t even help himself. He’ll turn and smirk at you, “like what you see, princess?” Or “my eyes are up here, goofy.” But comments like that always leave you in a huff and he’ll have to chase you after to make up for it. Which is fine, but sometimes, he lets you linger, lets you really stare and get yourself worked up, cause that’s when you’ll pounce him. You have such little patience, and it’s so so amusing to your big boyfriend when you try to drag his ass around to get what you desire from him…

As soon as the two of you had returned home from your date you had dragged Draken to the couch, not even bothering to bring him to the bedroom because it had been far too long and you were craving him already. He had worn that tank top you love so much, with the low-cut armholes that show off his toned sides and arms. You just couldn’t take it. You needed to have him. Which is how you ended up straddling his lap, needy whines leaving your lips as your fingers desperately tried to unbuckle his belt, simply settling for pawing at his crotch when you couldn’t seem to get it. He’s grinning, holding back little strings of laughter. “Eager huh?” Normally you would have snapped back at a comment like that, but when his fingers finally freed his cock, you simply sighed in contentment, licking your lips at how it stood at attention, leaking so pretty just for you to sit on. You had already discarded your bottoms, lifting yourself on your hunches and easing yourself easily onto his cock. The stretch was always mind-numbing, back arching and goosebumps forming on your thighs as you slowly work your way over him. The little whimpers, whines, needy noises you made were a melody to Draken’s ears, his hands massaging the supple skin of your thighs as you moved at your own pace. He groaned softly when your pussy started to flutter around him already, your walls being stubborn as usual when first taking him in. “Fuck—“ he gritted out, pupils dilating when you looked at him with teary eyes, lips puffy as you huffed. “Help me, Ken, want all of you.” His hands slid from your thighs to your waist, bearing his teeth in an amused grin as he lifted you up with ease, just enough that his head sat between your walls. He didn’t hesitate when he slammed you back down on his cock, sheathing all the way on his cock, the knock of it up against your cervix making your breath leave you in a gasp. He doesn’t let up from there, using the bruising grip he has on your love handles to bounce you up and down on his cock. “So. Fucking. Needy— and you can’t even take what you want on your own? Really are just a dumb lil baby aren’t you, princess?” You’re sobbing from the brutal pace, head lulling onto his shoulder as he bounces you like you’re nothing. And to him, it’s a simple task, the pleasure of the pretty tight walls milking his cock only making it easier for him to manhandle you. “Fuck—“ he grins, planting his feet so his hips can fuck up into you, further jolting you along his cock. “You just sit pretty, daddy will do all the work—“

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inniessick · 1 year

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What the TXT members are like in bed

Pairing: txt ot5 (separate) x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut obvi, dom!yeonjun, taehyun, hueningkai(?), switch!beomgyu, soobin. kissing, PIV, no protection (dont be silly), cussing, teasing, overstim, titty sucking? (soobin), facesitting (kai), lowkey manhandling (beom, tae), choking (tae), crying (good way, tae), bratty beomgyu, mayhaps that's all lmk if I missed anything.

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yeonjun who can't get enough of being so close to you. he's willing to fuck you absolutely silly anytime you want, even if it means every night. its almost a way for him to show how much he loves you. to be that vulnerable with you. it doesn't matter how, when, or where. he wants to be inside of you in some way. drilling into you from behind while you're struggling to hold yourself up altering cumming for the nth time, "cmon babe, really gonna make me hold you up too? fucked ya too good?" he's dragging his lips along your shoulders and back, lighting tugging your hair. every time you clench around him he lets out a groan or whimper. jjunie is not afraid to make noise and let you know how good he's feeling thanks to you. or, lightly rocking into your cunt in the early hours of the morning just before work. he's not saying much, just "love you, feels good," muttering and holding your back to his chest, taking in your warmth. no matter what though, yeonjun always makes a mess of your cunt. granted, he takes his time cleaning you up, but he loves to see how well you've taken him.

soobin who's such a switch. sub leaning of course. what can he say? he just wants to be taken care of. after all he looks after 4 guys, is it too much to ask to come home and have you ride him till he's panting and overstimulated? he may even let you tie him up and have him sobbing just to cum all for you, "please? let me cum, need to. can't take it anymore," or maybe he wants to suck on your tits and rut his hips into yours. surely you'll be nice to him and just give him what he wants right? after all, he's "such a good boy", until you make him jealous. tables turn real quick. he doesn't care if you "didn't mean to," just what the fuck were you doing choosing to sit with his hyung over him? as if that wasn't bad enough you let him drink from the same cup as you! soobin contained it, until you got home. youre immediately taken to your shared bedroom and pinned onto the bed while he has his way with you. he's grabbing your jaw forcing you to look at him, he's spilt load after load into your pussy; truly not caring how much you've gotten off. "you're all mine, got it? only I make you feel this good, baby. nobody can do it like me. not kai, not taehyun, not beomgyu, and absolutely not yeonjun."

beomgyu whos as much of a tease as he is a brat. he just has to have both. he'll have you crying under him and he works his fingers into you, palm grazing over your clit lightly. it's not enough, you really just need more, more pressure, another finger, anything. "beom, please wan' more. ah- need it, please beomie." "not enough, love? you're still writhing under me. not too sure if you deserve anything else." his goal is to make you beg for him, just for him. after he's done fucking you dumb on his fingers and mouth he'll do it again with his dick. he'll play around and let you ride him, he'll let you be in charge for just awhile, but he won't make it easy for you. "let me be in charge, aren't you tired?" grabbing your hips harshly, "i'm so much better at it too, you'll love it. you always like the way I fuck you." he's already trying hard not to hold you down and paint your insides white, but you dont need to know that. you put your all into your movements, lifting yourself up before sinking all the way back down, attempting to shut him up; but it's beomgyu, in the end he's always gonna win. good thing him winning includes making you cum another couple times.

taehyun isn't here to play games. you're gonna listen to him wether you like it or not. all he wants is for you to be good for him, not that hard right? hes always in charge. you like it that way. rough day at work? he has your knees touching your shoulders, hands pinned to your thighs while you scratch at his shoulders and back. "feels good doesn't it? such a good girl for me, all mine." he fucks into you deeper while littering your neck with kisses and hickeys. everyone knows you're his. "all yours tae. your good girl promise. wanna cum for you, may i? please please." he murmurs a small yes into your neck, bringing one of his hands to your clit making you unravel immediately. he's there to make you listen to him. hand wrapped around your throat, bruises left on your hips from his merciless grasp. he'll bite at your skin, curse against it too. he wants to make you both feel good, just on his terms. you wouldn't have it any other way. not when he kisses every part of your skin, praises you, and leaves you breathless with tear stained cheeks from overstimulation. you bet your ass it felt godly too.

hueningkai.. oh hyuka.. he is there to serve!! tired? let him fuck you to sleep while you cuddle his plushies. want to relax? ride his face please and thanks. wanna stop thinking? he'll make you cum so many times you won't know anything but his name. and hyuka will beg for this, he will absolutely get on his hands and knees and do everything in his power to get you to let him. you won't meet a better service top than him. he's rubbing your back after a bath as you sit on his lap, "you seem real stressed baby." you let out a small laugh, "that would be because i am." you don't know quite how you got there but kai has already taken your panties off and is laying flat pointing to his face, "sit, let me make you feel better," "c'mon kai, you don't have to." "please ride my face, i'll take care of you, just wanna make you cum." he has the most convincing puppy eyes too. inching up more and more before resting your core above his face, not fully sitting. he's gonna change that though. grabbing your thighs and sitting you on his flattened tongue. youre nearing release within minutes. he just knows exactly what to do to get to you; it's his job after all. kai himself is moaning against your cunt everytime you grind down onto his mouth. you're in for a good time alright, he's gonna make sure you relax.

a/n: oh hey sorry for my lack of posting.. take this as an apology???????? i'm gonna try and get back to it guys i swear.. anyways just thinking about with the whole of txt thank yew. again i apologize for not updating.. i was not living the life. i'm trying to keep writing again now tho! for txt now too 🧌. i'm trying guys pls don't hate me istg. yes hyuka gets extra words bc.. im hyuka biased I can't help it guys I got carried away...

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suhjihanma · 7 months

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☩ 𝔇𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰 ☩

☩Pairing: Shinichiro Sano / Female Reader ☩Words: 569 words ☩Kink: (8) Lactation / Nipple Play ☩Contenting Warning: Dirty talk, teasing, grinding, nipple play, lactation kink, mentions of nipple clamps, ☩Author's Note: Minors, ageless blogs, and kink shamers do not interact. Also. my masterlist tag has been hidden on my blog so, to hell with Tumblr. Y'all have to do some searching on my blog. Still, I love you horny guys. I need to show my 'Tokyo Revengers' boys some more love. It's hard writing fics while on your period. So much impure thoughts, you guys. Hope you guys, enjoy. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Silk fabric pressed against warm skin.

Now, the cold material that draped across your ample breasts now suddenly comes with the warmth of large hands that handled them with care. Tilting your head back to meet the shoulders of a man that was focused on giving you the pleasure that you craved for, a constant string of pathetic mewls stretched across ears that were listening to pleasure.

A pleasure that you yearned for so badly under a guy like Shinichiro.

He could be minding the shop, rambling on about the accessories that he had for his motorcycles, along with mingling around regular customers, but having both of his hands feeling over the warm weighted breasts had him wanting to explore every part of your body. Frame by frame.

An addict would be harsh of words, yet the desire of wanting more grew as his fingers lightly touched the small rises that circled around your areola. You knew that Shinichiro was a man that played with his food, yet the horrible aches of wanting more than just his fingers grew to be more of a teasing hindrance. Enough of standing up with your ass grinding to the familiar dent that slowly grew in his pants, the hurting desire of being pushed down on a maintenance desk while he mercilessly fucks you from behind grew stronger.

You wanted more.

The mewls that came from your lips grew to be more frustrated as he playfully brushes both of his fingers around your erected nipples, now the fingers gently caressing the perkiness. Curse words of the book slipped out from each moan as you shamelessly grind yourself more into the back of him, a guttural groan was made in response as Shinichiro pinched your nipples with force. A pleading cry came out of your lips as you bit the puffed-out bottom lip, suppressing every moan that was made.

Your body can be unforgiving.

“Fuck, baby. Need some clamps on these things.” He moaned out before playfully plucking at the erected nubs. As the pressure of his fingers grew, so did the small secretions that dripped from the corners of his pressed down fingers. The feeling of something dripped between your legs caught your attention to look down and see that a familiar white substance was slowly began to ooze from your nipples. As Shinichiro’s fingers began to trance the liquid all over your nipples, you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight you were seeing. “Oh, baby. Ah, my tits…”

Shinichiro quietly noticed the haze-like gaze as he continued to tease your nipples, soft moans escaped his lips as he was looking over the shined, milky liquid that coated your hardened, yet highly sensitive nipples, traces of droplets leaving and splashing against your soft, thick thighs. Such an erotic view, Shinichiro was no better than any man. As he continued on with his teasing, the more you grew restless of wanting more than just his hands on your breasts. He could be suckling on them, favoring the taste of your sweet essence that secreted from your body. He could be doing all of those things and the more frustrated you became, so did the tortuous teasing.

It was now as if he was reading your frustration as words ever so calm graze the noises of moans, cries, and please.

“Guess I’ll be milking these tits, too. Fuck. I wonder how you taste, baby?”

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moonlight-prose · 3 months

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𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏🌙

a/n: i had no clue what to do for the follower celebration because i have so many requests sitting in my inbox already from sleepovers. but i decided why not do something fun! first a quick note down below because i'm fucking emotional.

a massive thank you to those who read my works and like them and decided you liked them enough to follow. when i started writing on tumblr way back in 2020 i didn't think i'd hit this point. you guys are amazing and i'm very happy to have my little corner of the internet to spend time hanging out with y'all.

𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 1/27 - 2/10

i've created a list of favorite lines from shows, songs, and movies. but the twist is...you get to use the prompt! for whatever you want. moodboard, fics, art, however you want to use it. i've picked my own but i haven't added it to the list. i hope you decide to join by all means no pressure!

when you've decided what you want then just shoot me an ask and i'll cross out the line! also feel free to write it with whoever you want but please tag me so i can reblog/boost it here!

“You want me to make you some coffee?”

“You know me better than anyone. you always have.”

“I...want to lie here.”

“I know who I am when I'm alone. I'm something else when I see you.”

“I’ve known the warmth of your doorways. Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you.”

“Honey please, try to love me. My love will never die.”

“Nothing fucks with my baby.”

“I’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight.”

“We could die here. It's an option. it's not my choice, but it's an option.”

“If you need a second chance you can take mine.”

“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”

“Wouldn't it be awful if we fell in love again?”

“You’ve fallen for me — completely. you’ve got me in your dreams.”

“I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly.”

"To me. You are perfect."

𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 1/27 - 2/2

if you don't wish to participate in the writing challenge, then this one is for you! below are a few fun games i have done before with sleepovers and some new ones. this will close earlier than the challenge, but feel free to send in however many you want!

🥀cym! send me a concept and i'll cast my beloved mutuals in a role.

🌙moodboard! drop a character + theme (and or au) in the inbox and i'll make you a moodboard.

🍷personal moodboard. mutuals if you would like a cute moodboard of vibes then let me know!

🚬send me a character + vibe and i'll make a mini playlist. (mutuals if you want one based on you i'll be happy to do that!)

💌 headcannons/drabbles! hop in to talk characters and concepts and whatever else you want!

#follower celebration🌙#i'm a bit nervous about this #i've never done a writing challenge #so it's nerve-wracking

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bbgnyx · 4 months

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tamil love songs | skz

-> pairing: skz x fem!reader

-> word count:

-> a/n: ok so these are some of my favourite songs in tamil and I matched it up to each skz member. It brings me immense joy to be sharing my native language songs with you, hope you enjoy it as well! i attached the spotify link with the song title, so when you click it you will be directed to listen to it! if you don't have spotify, please just type in the song name in yt if you want to listen to it. I also wrote down my fav line from these songs that resonate with the members the most and also most importantly I'm not pressuring anyone to listen to the songs, if you don't want to you don't have to, that's completely fine!! I just wanted to share a bit of my origin culture with youu. I hope you can enjoy and share my appreciation for my native language! any questions about the songs are welcome!

->feedback and reblogs are appreciated

->ty @xhavxv for the dividers!

BANGCHAN - 'Nira'

-> The exact translation of this means "Color"

-> Synopsis: The entire song is from a male’s perspective talking about a girl who is the love of his life and how she makes his life glow like the colours.

-> I honestly feel like Chan is the type to totally adore you to death and keep praising you and talking about how important you are to him so this song totally fits! I can even imagine him singing this to you and it sounds magical ✨ Chan is totally a first love trope and this is exactly that kinda song.

-> My favourite line: “Unai Theeramal Pidithen, Uyirin Ulle Maraithen”

-> Meaning: “I engraved your image within me, from head to toe I hid you in the depths of my heart.”

MINHO - 'Seramal Ponal'

-> The exact translation of this means "If we aren't together"

-> Synopsis: It’s basically a song where the guy is telling how without her his world is nothing and that there is no purpose in his life without her by his side and how amazing it would be with her

-> Ok this screams Minho to me in so many ways, its such a beautiful song and Minho is definitely the type to sing a song like this. I feel like once he loves he can’t stop and that you will be his entire world and everything. Minho doesn't usually express his feelings a lot but if he is ever to get in a relationship he would definitely put his all into it by showing how much you mean to him.

-> My favourite line: “Neer Indri Vannum, Van Indri Neeyum, Irundal Ulagathil Yedhadi, Penne Purindhu Kolladi”

-> Meaning: “Water without the sky, Sky without the water. There is no such world, so baby please understand that my love for you is like that aswell”

CHANGBIN - 'Neeyum Nannum Anbe'

-> The exact translation of this means "You and Me"

-> Synopsis: So in this song the guy tells how he and her together can do many wonderful things and be in love happily. In the pre chorus part also he tells how she means a lot to him and that together they can do anything and if they aren't together he will break apart. Its kinda like let's just be together and face the world

-> Binnie always strikes me as the soft or subby type for sure. So I feel like all he'll ever want is to cuddle by your side and not anything else. He will feel satisfied as long as you are there with him. He's such a sweetheart and will love you till death just like how the song says.

-> My favourite line: “Neeyum Naanum Anbe, Kangal Korthukondu, Vaazhvin yellai sendru, ondragaa vazhalam”

-> Meaning: “You and I, my love, lost into each other's eyes, Come Let's live our life together at life's horizon"

HYUNJIN- 'Adiye'

-> The exact translation of this means "Oh Girl!"

-> Synopsis: Basically a song in males perspective talking about how much he loves this girl and desperately needs her touch and needs to be around her. He wishes the night won't ever end so he can just be with her. Its kinda a song dedicated to the girl sorta

-> Hyunjin is definitely a hardcore lover who would want to always be by your side and craves your touch constantly and this song is exactly that in the form of lyrics. Honestly, it will be so cute to see him all wrapped around your finger hehe.

-> My favourite line: “Adiye Neethaanadi Enn Bothai Thene Mutham Konju”

-> Meaning: “Oh girl, you are my drug, please shower me with kisses"

JISUNG- 'Senjitaley'

-> The exact translation of this means "She knocked me off my feet"

-> Synopsis: one of my fav songs ever from my fav actor! this is such a cute song about the guy talking about how the girl he loves totally swept him off his feet and keeps captivating him with her beauty and charm.

-> Han is totally a subby guy who would be completely charmed by you from the start. He's honestly the epitome of "love at first sight" according to me. He would also show how much you mean to him and how much you've charmed him with sweet gifts or songs written for you!

-> My favourite line: “Unna Thedi Thedi Thedi Nenju Alladuthe,”

-> Meaning: “My heart has gone crazy searching for you"

FELIX- 'Unakaga'

-> The exact translation of this means "For you"

-> Synopsis: such a sweet song tbh, it is from a girls perspective at the first and then the boys perspective but it fits felix so much! the song talks about how the girl and boy would do anything for each other and how much she/he loves him herto give him/her his/her entire life also and basically how she/he lives just for him/her at this point.

-> Felix is another case of being totally charmed by you! he would absolutely do anything for you and your happiness. All that matters to him is that your happy and with him. I can just imagine him braiding your hair while you eat his sweet brownies while chit-chatting. hehe

-> My favourite line: “Oru nooru varusham, pesa nenachi, tholil thoongiduven”

-> Meaning: “Wanting to talk to you for the next 100 years as well, I will peacefully lay resting my head on your shoulder"

SEUNGMIN- 'Un Vizhigalil'

-> The exact translation of this means "In your eyes"

-> Synopsis: another one of my favs! the song talks about how the boy's life has become better since he laid eyes on the girl and how she is an angel to him and being with her together every day is merely enough for him to live in peace and happiness.

-> Seungie might seem tough on the outside but I believe he's such a softie on the inside who would love you to pieces and would def worship you since you came into his life. He would shower you with gifts and whatnot to show his life.

-> My favourite line: "Nee thenam siricha podhume, vera edhume vendame penne”

-> Meaning: “It's enough even if you smile every day for me, I'll be smitten babe"

JEONGIN- 'Sirikkadhey'

-> The exact translation of this means "Don't Laugh"

-> Synopsis: fun fact, this is from the same movie as the song I chose for Jisung! gives the same vibes tbh, the song talks about how the boy loves the girl so much and how she is everything to him and can't be without her and her simply laughing is easy to mesmerise him

-> Ayen is absolutely a darling and innocent (*wink*wink*) guy and would love you to bits but would be shy to show it. This song perfectly can be matched with him cause I feel like every little move you do is sure to captivate him and bring him so much joy

-> My favourite line: "Un Peyaril En Perai Serthu, Viralodu Uyir Koodu Korthu, Oor Munne Ondraga Namum, Nadandhal Enna"

-> Meaning: " Adding my name with your name. By threading together our fingers and life. What if we walk together in front of the world"

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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KISS IN THE KITCHEN

An: so in celebration of the fact that there is less then a week until I start my final exams I have a short fic for you and all the people starting or doing exam right now, good luck bby’s ! Also 700+ followers guys, are you kidding me!! Ily all 🥰

This includes a lotta fluffy fluff because that is what my heart craves! (I’m so stressed rn 😭) anyways hope you enjoy! Not proofread ofc, notes and reblogs would be much appreciated!

Stress and worry was the only thing encapsulating you mind at this moment in time, your final exams were just over a week away and the all you could seem to do was study for them.

Revising from book to book your folder full of notes and mind maps was almost bulging, mirroring what you felt your head was doing at that moment.

‘Baby, you alright in there’ Harry chirps as he peeks his head round the door, having not been home for very long after being at the studio for a good portion of the day.

‘Yeah I’m fine’ you clearly don’t tell him the truth.

‘Dont lie to me’ he can see the distress in your face and how your eyes are slightly red as you try to hold back tears from how stressed you were. Harry hated the sight infront of him, not you of course, but the fact that a stupid exam had you in bits.

‘I just don’t want to do bad, people have said this exam can be really hard and they wished they’d studied more, so thats what I thought I’d do but nothings going in’ you ramble as you let the first tear fall which was soon followed by some more.

‘Oh m’baby, c’mere’ he rushes to scoop you up from where you were sat, pulling you into his chest where you start to sob and Harry feels his heart pang as he tries to not get emotional himself, he just really didn’t like seeing you this way.

‘It’s okay darling, I’m here, s’all going to be alright I promise’ he tries to speak comfort to you.

After a few minutes he moves to sit down on the chair you were once sat on and has you straddling his lap as he was scared that eventually your legs would give way. ‘It’s okay baby, let it all out’ he presses a kiss into your hair as he soothingly rubs circles into your back. It’s when you start to hyperventilate slightly that tears his heart the most ‘gotta breath for me baby, in through you nose and out through your mouth’ and when you carry on he physically has to pull your face out of the crook of his neck and have you face him.

‘In and out darling, gotta breath for me’ he demonstrates and you eventually start to follow.

‘Good girl’ he praises when you regulate your breathing, the only sound now emitting from you were tiny whimpers as you start to calm down, your head falls limp in the hold of his hands, truly showing how tired you were and harry takes the chance to wipe the water that had gathered on your now tear stained cheeks.

‘Sorry, this is soo silly’

‘No it’s not, the only thing that is silly is that you are putting to much pressure on yourself darling’

‘I just don’t want to disappoint anyone’

‘Who are you going to disappoint? he asks he asked in bewilderment.

‘I don’t know, you…my parents’ you try and think of some more but you realise that you couldn’t.

‘You are definitely not going to disappoint me, you are the most intelligent and most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, and for your parents, I know they would be saying the exact same thing baby’

‘I just wanna do well’ you sniffle into his shoulder.

‘You are gonna do soo good baby, I know it. You just gotta rest now, no point overloading and stressing yourself out’

‘I know, but my exams are a week away, need to do some more’

‘Not a chance darling, think you should take a break cause I hate seeing you like this, I really do’ he pouts.

‘Maybe could just have the rest of tonight off’

‘And tomorrow’ Harry pipes up.

‘But-‘ you try to protest but Harry is having none of it.

‘Nope, no buts baby, you need to recharge your batteries’ he didn’t want to take the decision off of you but judging by your state you definitely needed a break to relax yourself, and he knew that you wouldn’t refrain yourself from overworking.

‘Okay’ you agree dropping your head in defeat onto his shoulder, knowing that he was right and that you needed to take care of yourself a bit more than you did.

‘That’s my good girl, now let me take care of you’ you face his mmm and smile softly.

‘C’mere petal, got some mascara on your cheeks’ Harry starts the thumb off the black streaks, his eyes peering at you in concentration.

‘I love you’ you can’t help but burst out when he’d finished, feeling like crying all over again at how tentative he was.

‘I love you too baby…I’m gonna go run you a bath, does that sound good?’ He whispers as if he knew that you had a headache at that moment.

‘That sounds amazing H’ you practically moan because you back had been aching from being leant over you desk for such a long time.

‘C’mon then’ he taps you thighs signalling you to get up from his lap.

‘Oh no, my legs seem to have stopped working’ you try to get up but flop back onto him.

‘Okay’ he swiftly scoops you as he stands, making sure that you don’t fall from his grip, the act making you giggle into his shoulder, and to be honest you felt like it was the first time you had properly laughed in days. Harry couldn’t help but smile at your sweet giggles, much preferring it when you were your usual bubbly state.

He carried you up the stairs without a care in the world, as if this were a normal situation between the two of you and now that you think about it, it probably was. The amount of times you had fallen asleep halfway through a film was ridiculous, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake you up from your peaceful state so always opted to carry your sleeping figure.

Once you both reach the bathroom he plops you down on the toilet seat, whilst he goes to turn the tap on for the bath, adding a copious amount of lavender bubbles and even a bath bomb, knowing the scent had its calming attributes which is definitely what you needed.

‘Are you getting in with me?’ You ask sweetly from you set on the closed toilet seat.

‘I would love to baby, but I need to go and make us some food?’

You go to protest and try to convince him to stay before he cuts you off abruptly ‘have you eaten today?’ He counters.

‘I had a slice of toast and a banana’ you list the very few items of food you had eaten, realising he did indeed have a point.

‘Gotta stop doing this to yourself petal, s’not good, don’t want you getting sick’ he says his eyebrows furrowing.

‘I’m sorry’

‘Its okay baby, I will go make something now and it’ll be ready for when you come down’ he says swirling his hand in the tub once more making sure that the water was the perfect temperature before shutting the taps off.

‘ What if I get lonely’ you pout.

‘Liste to me on the speaker, you usually do when I’m not here most of the time’ you smile at that because it was indeed true, Harry had caught you many times dancing and singing along to his music when he got home from work.

‘Okay, thankyou bub, kissy?’ You request and he instantly complies mumbling a small ‘your welcome’ between kisses.

‘If you need me shout me okay, and remember relax’ Harry emphisises and before you get chance to respond he is trotting down stairs, so that he could start dinner preparations and you can’t help but chuckle at you sweet boyfriend.

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You spend about 25 minutes in the bath before you start to miss Harry, even though he was just downstairs. So you get out and dry your hair a bit with a towel before slipping on one of Harry shirts and a pair of shorts before you are rushing downstairs again, feeling a lot more relaxed compared to when you were first carried upstairs.

You find harry at the hob mixing a pot of spaghetti, and when you see the bowl of grated cheese ready to sprinkle on top of it you walk up to him before wrapping your arms around his figure and cuddling into his back.

‘Hiya baby, what are you doing back there?’

‘Lovin’ on you, because you made me my comfort food because your the bestest’ you ramble out.

‘What can I say baby, there isn’t anyone else that compares to me’ he says cheekily.

‘Your ego is way too big’ you tell him and he doesn’t argue because he knew it was true.

You hear Harry put the spoon down on the counter, before he is twisting in the cocoon of you arms to face you.

‘Dance with me baby’ he takes you by your hand, placing the other on your waist, and you love how random he is because he doesn’t even give you the chance to agree or disagree, not that you ever would, before he is swaying you both side to side, your dancing perfectly soundtracked by the soft jazz playing from the kitchen speaker.

Before long you have you arms looped around the back of his neck, you faces inches away from the other as you looked lovingly into each other’s eyes, big smiles gracing you faces as you dance rhythmically in the space of you kitchen.

‘Thankyou for tonight H, really don’t know what I would do without you, probably would have sent myself insane by now.’ You say sincerely, truly feeling like you didn’t deserve the man stood in front of you.

‘Don’t have to thank me darling, that’s why I’m here and besides I wouldn’t ever let you go on the way you were, care about you too much.’ He presses a kiss to your forehead, still swaying you back and forth.

‘Still got a headache baby?’

‘I do but it doesn’t hurt that much now’

‘Do you want some pain killers?’

‘Not just yet, think I know something else that would make me feel better’

‘And what would that be darling’ he smiles down at you.

You don’t give him and answer as you press your lips to his, he immediately kisses you back. One of his hands sneak up to catch the side of your face in his large palm to deepen the kiss, you noses bumping into the other looking as though you were trying to give each other Eskimo kisses at the same time, giddy smiles on your faces that were still barely centimetres away from the other when you gave yourself a little breather. Harry would catch you lips in his randomly, not being able to resist your soft lips in this close proximity.

In that moment you realise that the best remedy to all of you exam stress was right infront of you, dancing and kissing your boyfriend giddily in the kitchen whilst listening to soft jazz made your mind feel at rest, and you didn’t plan on leaving Harry side for the entire night, but Harry truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Devilment - A Bishop Losa/Reader Smut Drabble.

More Bish? Yeah, alright, then ;)

Words - 588

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!

“Oh my god... oh... oh!”

He chuckles a deep rasp, watching you with keen focus. “Those pretty little moans, baby.”

It feels so good, you almost want to tell him to stop, unsure if you’re pushing forth or pulling away from his hand, the two fingers he’s exploring you with so precise in the path they take, your eyes virtually cross. Older men; they have the skills guys in their twenties seldom possess, borne of extremely accurate knowledge pertaining to a woman’s body.

Either that or it’s just Bishop Losa who is an utter god with his hands.

His fingers drag at your tender, soaking walls with the kind of adroitness that has stars glittering through you, swirling around as they push deep, then pull back to rake at you shallowly, his grin widening as he witnesses you losing your mind.

“Does that feel good, mi amor?”

“Fuck!”

He hums, kissing your inner thigh. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He’s always so entertained by how quick you are to crumble for him. He knows, he just knows exactly where to touch you, how, what pressure to use, everything he needs to conjure blissful mindlessness within you, pleasure streaking through your body like a meteor shower, his muscles flexing with effort beneath beautiful, caramel brown skin, skin so soft it shouldn’t belong to a man so rugged, his veins risen, his breaths hot at your inner thigh as his dark eyes sparkle, watching, always watching you.

He knows exactly what you want, what you’re craving, moving his mouth to join his hand and skimming a gentle lick over your clit. Your nerves bounce, a soft gasp leaving your throat, feeling him do it again, the very tip of his tongue nudging and flicking, fingers driving a little firmer, coaxing moans from you. “Mmmm, such a pretty little pussy. And it’s all mine.”

It is. That which he bestows pure heaven upon belongs to him entirely. He’s the keeper of your fire, the invocator of your pleasure, the man who sends you to the gods above with the kind of ease that you personally believe should be illegal, he’s so good at it. He isn’t fair, but oh god, at the same time, he absolutely is. Because he’s all yours.

The addition of his tongue has you melting around his fingers, the glide effortless as he rakes through the hot silk of you, sucking your clit between his lips, tongue circling the very tip as he does, laughing throatily as your verbal eruption. “Do you need my cock about now, princess?”

“Yes!” you cry, breathless, your hands clutching at him.

“Take off your clothes and get up here and fuck me!”

He hums a chuckle, moving to kneel before you, unfastening his belt and slowly, too fucking slowly for your anticipation to handle, popping each button on the fly of his Levi’s open. “Oh, I’ll fuck you, but I’m not getting undressed.”

“Why?” you virtually scream, Bishop freeing his cock as he kisses a path up your body, pushing against your soaking opening, sliding in deep with a gratified, gravelly groan.

He strokes your face, grinning widely. “I can’t give you everything you want, now can I?” He knows it’ll drive you insane, him remaining in vest and jeans he’s wearing, the clothing rubbing against your nakedness as he fucks you, and that’s exactly why he’s doing it. Beneath the man who lives to please you, there’s always a little bit of devilment. He wouldn’t be him without it.

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munsonsreputation · 1 year

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FEBRUARY BASH 🩰🕯🍒

hey everyone, im back!!!

first off, i want to start by saying thank you for 300 followers...you guys are absolutely incredible!!! i know that i've been gone for a while and it's due to my mental health and school...but i've been slowly getting better and i want to come back on here <3

the comments, replies, reblogs...EVERYTHING has been so heartwarming to see and read. i don't think you guys understand how seeing the support has helped me fight through this weird and bumpy part of my life right now. you all are the best and thank you for keeping my love for writing alive 🥺💘

to celebrate 300 followers, valentines day, and my birth month (i turn 20 next week saturday!!!!) i've decided to host a FEBRUARY BASH!!! 🩰🕯🍒

Because it's the month of love, I will only be writing fluff and smut for this bash! (don't worry my angsty babies...i will be writing more angst soon!!)

this is open to everyone and i hope all of you get to send me your requests!!! also multiple request are more than ok!!! the characters and asks im writing are...

: ̗̀➛ steve harrington

: ̗̀➛ eddie munson

: ̗̀➛ robin buckley

: ̗̀➛ nancy wheeler

: ̗̀➛ jonathan byers (new!)

#1 song fic 🎸 - send me a love song, steamy song, or any song lyric you would like me to base an imagine off of with your character of choice

#2 prompt 📄 - send me a fluff or smut sentence or phrase with your character of choice and i will write you a short imagine.

#3 wips 📎 - interested in knowing what i have in the works? send me a character and whether you would like to have a sentence or moodboard based on whatever wips i have coming soon!

#4 recs & reviews 💌 - im all for showing love to all the writers out there so please send me your favorite stories or your writing and i will reblog and let you know my thoughts on your amazing work!!

#5 taylor x stranger things 🧣 - send me your character of choice and i'll tell you what taylor swift album and songs i think fit them best.

#6 funsies! 💫 - tag me or send me some fun tumblr games to play!! or just ask me questions or rant or literally ANYTHING...let's just have fun and be respectful!!

i can't wait to start writing again...just please be patient with me as i don't want to rush any of your beautiful requests because you all deserve a nice written imagine in this month of love ✨💘🧚🌙🫀

and again, thank you so much for the love and support...everything and all of you mean the absolute world to me and i wouldn't be able to do this without you all...happy february, my dear lovers MUAH! 💋💘💫

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maximoffcarter · 2 years

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Binded.

Pairings: Wanda x reader

Words: 9.9K

Summary: Five years have passed but it feels like only five seconds to the people who disappeared from the blip. Y/n can still hear the moment the pin dropped, it was deafeningly silent as the sound of Thanos' snap resounded in the air. She can still feel Natasha's cold hands on her cheek while she stared at her in horror as she slowly turned to ash. She can still hear her panic pleadings and feel the pain in her chest because she can't do anything to ease Natasha's worries. Then suddenly, her world turned dark and in a snap, she was back, but instead of Natasha, it's Wanda holding her, calling for her name.

A/n: I present to you my very first collaboration with @theperfectlovestory; this is our baby and we are happy to finally be able to share it with you all. We also want to thank @vancityfire13 and @thefoxandthepenguine for proofreading our work. We do hope you guys like it and enjoy it. Also, we could probably be working on a second part...so interact with it. Comment, reblog, show us some love!

*: Dream. **: Flashback.

Part 2.

After Wanda’s Westview accident, the government issued a psychological examination of the remaining Avenger’s mental health. Bucky who had a past with the Hydra and you who lost everything in the war was deemed ‘dangerous’ to be left unwatched. You were given mandatory therapy sessions so they can keep watch in the pretense of helping you cope as you are reintroduced to the world.

Bucky who was hesitant tried his best his way to improve himself, burdened with the pressure to prove that Roger’s faith in him is right and warranted. Meanwhile, you don’t have anything to prove, no one to go home to and say ‘Hi, I did it. I tried my best and I’m moving on, now’ because you already lost the person that means everything to you, bringing with her the spark to try and become someone better. So you refuse to speak to the therapist even if you were forced to go.

Eventually, to get a reaction from you, the topic of what your plans for your future was brought up. A memory you held so dear flashed before you.

It was a night like any other stakeout mission. One where you have to stay up late while the other takes a rest. Where one is on high alert for anything and everything. However, this night is a bit different because Natasha refuses to sleep.

She would rather blabber about random things, holding your hand in hers, playing with your fingers. You let her be, knowing that Natasha’s actions weren’t just because she’s being stubborn. She’s building up into something she wanted to discuss and she’s finding the right time to say it.

And then it just happened, you were telling her Wanda’s plans for the future with Vision. You don’t even remember now how it happened. Natasha has her ways of maneuvering the conversation and you choose to always fall for it. Her truth after all is still behind the careful wall she built around herself and if walking under the sewers is the way to get to her heart, you will willingly follow her in the dark.

“What about you?” She carefully whispered .

“What about me?” You remember how confused you were then, lost in the conversation as you stare at her beautiful eyes.

“Your plans” her voice got quieter, her eyes strayed away from yours now focusing on your intertwined fingers “Your plans for your future.”

Amused at her sudden shyness, you decided to tease her a little “I don’t know, maybe travel around the world alone” Nat’s shoulder tensed and yours started to shake, trying to stop yourself from laughing. When she looked at you and realized you were joking, she glared at you and slapped your arm.

You flinched and rubbed it repeatedly but your laugh only got louder until she started to smile too.

“Do you think I can leave you, I’d be damn crazy too” You sighed, holding her face in your hand “I never really had the chance to think about the future but the one thing I’m sure of is, it will never be without you.”

Natasha smiled, putting her hand behind your neck and pulling you closer as she pressed her lips on yours. Natasha never thought of her future as well, never gave herself a chance to stop and think of things that may or may never happen but she was set on one thing too, and that’s always been to live her life with you.

Natasha’s smile at that moment will forever be engraved in your memory. It’s what you wake up to, and fall asleep with, if you can even call it sleeping. It’s also the only thing you can think about when the therapist asks you the question but unlike any other time where her smile can fill you with so much warmth and happiness, it brought you anger this time.

This person in front of you has no business asking you about your girlfriend, no business asking you about your future with Natasha. Rage filled you inside as you glared at him. Your fingers feeling the familiar tingle of your powers but you remembered Natasha’s warning, her lessons.

“Never let anger control the best of you. Rule over your temper and emotions, it’s your greatest weapon in battle.”

With Natasha’s voice running through your head, you breathe in and breathe out just as she taught you before answering.

“Nothing, I don’t have anything I want to do.” Disappointed, the doctor opted for the direct approach.

“What about continuing being a superhero?”

“I have no plans on fighting anymore.” You answered simply, crossing your legs and looking away. He knew he lost you now but he continue, knowing he can’t keep ignoring his reports to the people above just because he can’t make you speak.

“But the world needs you.” he urged.

“The world can handle itself without me, it did so for five years.”

“Those five years, we have Iron Man, Captain America, and Black Widow. They had to sacrifice themselves to save the world.”

“That’s right,” you chuckled. “Natasha had to die to save the world. I had to lose everything for this world—! But what did it give me in return?”

The therapist lowered his head, avoiding Y/n's piercing gaze. Sighing, she gathered herself and left, the doctor no longer having any words to stop her.

. . .

The park is empty today, as it’s always been since you bought it five years ago. It was a small place in the neighborhood where you met Natasha for the first time. She was the one who discovered you and your powers, It wasn’t a dangerous one in the surface image. At that time, all you can do is control the way the plant grows, now you are considered highly dangerous by the media and the government.

You can feel eyes on you but you don't care. You walked towards the cemented pots that hold the plants, a simple wave of your hand and they bloomed beautifully. The park is littered with Cymbidium Orchid, green Dalia, and Gerbera Daisy among other flowers that match them. Green was never your favorite color, you would’ve never thought to put green flowers in an already peppered green leaves garden but here you are, thinking that they’re the most beautiful plants in the world as they reminded you of the warmth of her eyes.

Slowly, your thoughts once again spiraled and the plants around you started to grow irregularly huge and then die, the park losing its color and life “If only I can turn back time instead, it should have been me” you muttered, cracks forming on the cemented pots and pathways.

The people watching you started to move but they were blocked by vines. This is your property, no one else but you and Natasha are allowed and inside of it, you have the right to grieve and you will grieve without anyone to interrupt you.

This is where everything started and where a new beginning should’ve blossomed if not for a promise that’s been broken.

. . .

Westview had now turned into a memory, a bittersweet memory that Wanda tried not to think about too oftenly. It was painful, even if she knew that she also had the chance to have everything, even if it lasted only for a little while. After finding this small cabin and turning it into “a home”, she promised herself she would try her best to read the darkhold to learn about herself.

Agatha swore she wouldn’t be able to understand it, but if this meant she would be able to bring her kids back, she would do anything in her power. Days seemed to be slow, some days she felt okay, some days were just…fine. But being away from the people was helpful, and relaxing somehow.

After so long, she was on her own once again, feeling like this was her destiny after all. Even learning more about herself as the Scarlet Witch, she couldn’t help but wonder if her being on her own was also part of the whole thing to become this powerful being. She knew no one would understand it, she knew everyone only saw her as a villain. She had hurt so many people without meaning to, but maybe this was meant for her.

Slowly, the place that surrounded her became more peaceful. She had gotten to turn it into something beautiful, not exactly like the typical-American home she had before with Vision and the kids, but it was slowly coming together, and a space that gave her the chance to practice her magic.

She didn’t exactly know where this would get her, she didn’t completely understand it yet, but something kept pulling her into diving into knowing more about her power. Chaos magic, Agatha had said. You’re cruel. Those words were still stuck in her mind, and that’s why she had decided to just- be away from everyone. They were scared of her, but they wouldn’t understand. They could never understand. No one ever did. She had to lose everything and for what?

She was now alone, which somehow was better, but she also wished she wouldn’t have had to give up on everything that made her happy. Seeing Vision dying more than once, her kids gone, her whole fantasy had disappeared. Maybe she should’ve listened to Agatha, maybe if she went back to her, she could find some more help. That’s insane, Wanda. Maybe. But she’d get her kids back.

“Sitcoms…you gotta be kidding.” Natasha looked at Wanda.

“One can dream.” Wanda shrugged as she sat down beside Natasha. “You agreed on watching it with me. You could be with y/n, though.” She raised her brow as she looked at Natasha.

“She’s training with Bucky, and I did promise you I would watch this…thing.” She took some popcorn from the bowl as Wanda chuckled.

Wanda shook her head. “This is what got me through difficult times. Plus, they are fun. No one can get really hurt here or…” she shrugged.

Natasha turned to look at Wanda for a moment as she noticed the sudden silence. “I know.”

“Did you ever see yourself in a different place?” Wanda turned to look at Natasha.

Natasha shrugged. “I haven’t given myself that time.” She sighed. “Have you?”

Wanda smiled sadly. “Pietro always thought I’d be married young and have kids.” She nodded. “I still want that.”

“You’ll find it. I know it.” Natasha smiled. “Also…we need to practice that accent.”

“After we watch the show. It’s Friday.” Wanda grinned as she looked back at the TV.

Wanda felt tears at the memory. Thinking back, she didn’t just lose Vision and her kids. She had also lost Natasha, and she knew Clint had fought his best to not let her go but…knowing how Natasha was, she had no doubt she would be a hero. For the first time in so long, she finally decided to leave the cabin and go visit Natasha’s grave, just to have some sort of relief and ‘talk to someone.

She took some candles with her, and some flowers from her trees. She had been there just before Westview and ever since then, she hadn’t been back. She wished she could have been there to save her, she knew Natasha would’ve never left her. The way there was longer than she thought, but after a while she finally arrived, noticing the place was empty but Natasha’s grave still had small gifts that decorated the grave.

She smiled sadly as she knelt down and placed the candles and flowers she had brought with her. She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the nice breeze, trying to get her mind to stop thinking for a moment.

“You would have thought it was silly.” Wanda chuckled sadly. “Westview…I actually did that. But I know you would’ve liked it.” Wanda smiled. “I had two kids. I did tell them about you. You would’ve loved them.” She looked down at her hands. “Billy and Tommy. Billy…he had powers similar to mine, and Tommy…he was as fast as Pietro.” She laughed as she remembered, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I kept my American accent…just…haven’t for the last few weeks.” She looked up at the grave. “I miss you.”

"Nat would’ve loved it" Startled, Wanda whipped around, hands covered in red mist but the woman simply passed by her, taking the flowers Wanda brought, untangling the ribbon and the red and white paper covering. With a single flick of your wrist, the flower’s stem grew roots that hungrily rooted themselves on the slightly wet dirt

You moved back, waved your hand slowly around the area, and the few roses and other flowers from the bouquet covered the surrounding of Natasha’s tombstone. Wanda’s eyes sparkled, astonished with your power.

She’d seen it in battle, she knew how dangerous it can be but right now, in this form, it’s simply beautiful like she has always thought of you. You turned around and looked at her “It’s been a long time, Wanda”

. . .

“Your powers are still as beautiful as ever.” Wanda complimented and you shoot her a grateful smile “Thanks”

You moved to sit in front of the tombstone, your hand hovered over it shakily. Taking a deep breath, your hand touched the cold stone, flinching before grasping it tightly. Your eyes closed as pain runs throughout your body

Wanda’s heart breaks for you as she watches you struggle in front of Natasha’s only remaining memory. Tears fall on her cheeks freely, she understands the pain you’re feeling, that hollow suffering inside you. The loneliness that you can’t ever fill but there was a different kind of pain constricting her heart

It was something she ignored so long ago. She always hated seeing you cry, she’s always wanted you in her arms on the times you do but like before, she didn’t feel like she had the right to hold you

“I heard about Westview.” you muttered and Wanda lowered her head, you are the last person she wanted to disappoint “I’m sorry for your loss, Wanda” You barely whispered, your voice still shaky from the feeling of memories you can never recreate

“We both lost someone important to us.” Wanda tried to smile, her lips just as shaky too. You chuckled, pain in every release of air "You're right."

"Y/n, I–"

“You caused us quite a lot of trouble," you said while dusting Natasha's tombstone "Bucky’s stuck in therapy although that may be inevitable for him, I am too and a lot of agents have been watching us, trying to at least” you chuckled “They can barely keep up, this world is dead if aliens attack again.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen,” she said, hugging herself, she’s filled with so much regret.

Despite the joking manner, Wanda shrunk smaller and smaller with every news you’re telling her. She didn’t only cause trouble for the people in Westview, her actions affected the remaining members as well instead of just being able to grieve silently and alone.

You noticed her silence and glanced at her, you turned around to face her, sitting in front of the tombstone “As you said, Natasha would’ve loved the life you created.”

Wanda looked up and saw the sincerity in your eyes “I hurt a lot of people.” she argued but you merely shrugged.

“We all do at some point. She wouldn’t understand it at first, living a life made out of fairytales. She will be a hero and stop you, but she would understand that you were merely living the life you dreamt about.”

“What about you?” She asked, uncertain if she ever wanted to know the answer. She’s fine if everyone hates her, but not you. Never you…

You raised your hand in front of you, staring at it “I was thought to use my powers for the good.” Wanda frowned, sucking her lower lips.

‘Can you not understand her after all?’

“But I’m sure I would’ve done the same just to see her again.” Wanda looked up and saw it in your eyes. The same darkness, the similar desire. She thought ‘She’s just like me,’

Wanda stepped closer, sitting beside you "I just...missed them so much"

Memories of Westview, one she tried not to think too hard about flooded her mind, and tears poured continuously on her face.

"I know." you bumped your shoulders with hers "I miss everyone we lost every day, too. You guys are my family."

You took Wanda's hand in yours, raising it in front of the two of you “What’s the use of having so much power when you can’t use it to save the people you love,” Wanda didn’t reply, she didn't know how to.

She asks that question to herself every day.

All she can do is squeeze your hand tighter before you let it go. Silence filled the air, it was comfortable. Wanda has forgotten the feeling of having someone by her side. It’s been too long since the last time she’s been with someone this close, shoulder bumping with each other every breath you take.

Wanda only came here to talk to Natasha. She didn’t expect anyone to be here but maybe, from the bottom of her heart, she expected you. Her only saving grace before everything else existed, before Vision, before your relationship with Natasha.

Maybe she expected you to save her this time.

After a while of collecting your thoughts, you sighed and stood up, feeling the plants in the area getting moved by agents trying to look for you, Wanda felt some presence too and was on alert now “I guess that’s time for me to leave, don’t want them finding this place and desecrating it. My love deserves a proper, peaceful rest”

“Agents?” Wanda asked and you nodded “Where would you go?”

“We bought a shared apartment before…everything happened but they’re always watching it so I just go there to change and then travel”

Chewing her lips, Wanda decided to take a leap and finally fulfill her promise to Natasha. “I know a place where they can’t get to you.”

You looked at her a little confused. “I don’t- where?”

“Well…it’s a little far from here but…I can promise you…no one will find us there.” Wanda shrugged. “I’ve been there for a while.”

“Wanda…I don’t know. I just-” you sighed as you looked around, Wanda could feel the presence even closer but she didn’t want to pressure you. “I can’t just leave.”

“But they’ll get you. And I can help you.” Wanda walked a little closer to you and tried to grab your hand but soon enough pulled it back to her side. “We’ll be okay.”

You looked at her and felt a sudden sadness wash over you as more and more thoughts filled your head. What would Natasha think? Natasha and Wanda had been close, she had trusted Wanda and they had been good friends, so why wouldn’t she agree to this? Somehow, you knew that if you stayed, you would have to keep running and you wouldn’t be able to stay in one place, soon enough they would find you. Going with Wanda meant…not being alone.

. . .

You and Wanda arrived in a mountainous area. You started to feel the plants happily moving towards you, getting attracted to the powers at the tip of your fingers, you smiled slightly and moved your finger to say hi back.

You traverse the path down the mountain with Wanda as your guide and soon you were able to see the clearing. A beautiful log cabin stood close to the crystal clear lake and your heart leaped with joy.

You whipped your head to the side excitedly and when you saw Wanda’s face instead of Natasha, the feeling of loneliness consumed you once more, your smile slowly disappeared. Wanda didn’t need to read your mind, she has seen this reaction of you a lot of times but only now that it’s directed to her, did the light in your eyes dim.

Wanda felt like her heart was being squeezed.

“She’d love this place,” Wanda said, not knowing what else to say to make you feel better. It was always Natasha who can turn your mood around, maybe that’s why you chose her instead of Wanda.

You nodded slowly and decided to just quietly follow Wanda to the door. She fished her pocket for the keys and soon, she was opening it. The smell of cinnamon and tea welcomes you, it has a homey feel to it even with just the necessities inside.

“How did you find this place?” You followed Wanda into the cabin as you looked around. It was small, but it felt cozy and…safe.

“Well…it wasn’t easy but…it’s nice and quiet.” Wanda smiled as she closed the door. “Are you hungry?” She walked to the small kitchen “Feel free to explore, the first room on the left is mine, the door next to that is the bathroom and the door in front will be yours, we just need to clean it out a bit.”

You looked over the tiny hall Wanda pointed to and nodded. Taking up her offer, you started to look around. There’s a bookshelf beside the wooden sofa on the corner of the living room, the kitchen has a table with four chairs, and a traditional tea kettle sits atop the stove. Wanda took it to heat up some tea from the cupboard above, a small fridge settles on the corner.

You headed towards the hall, took a quick peek at the bathroom with a showerhead, toilet, and a sink with a mirror in front of it. You washed your hands and splashed your face with the water. It’s cold, almost icy. It reminded you of the bath you always take after the long sparring with the Avengers. You looked at yourself in the mirror, it feels like nothing has changed besides the seemingly permanent red rim surrounding your eyes.

The world aged and moved on while you got stuck in darkness.

Sighing, you dried your face and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door.

Wanda offered you tea and a snack, saying she’ll prepare dinner after helping you clean the room. It was mostly quiet with a here and there question, you finished up and she cleaned the dishes while you checked your assigned bedroom. It was mostly dusty with a few more books and plastic bags. You opened it and it was mostly clothes, they’re clean but the smell of it being covered for so long wafts through the air.

It just needs to be dried in the sun and it will be fine. You started taking out the clothes and asked Wanda if she had a clothesline outside and she nodded “There’s one at the side of the house, let me set it up” she went out and you went back to the room.

You stacked the books and took them to the living room, took a dry towel from the kitchen, and dusted them before putting the books on the shelves. Wanda came back and she helped you with the plastic bags

“I’ve been meaning to do this but I got…distracted.” Wanda admitted as she helped you hang the clothes.

“I get that.” You replied, understanding how the mind can drift so far without you even noticing until it was too late.

You silently worked together and in no time, every piece of clothing was hanged.

“Some of this is actually new, you can have them if you want.” You smiled and thanked Wanda.

You move back inside the house and enter the room again after asking Wanda for her cleaning supplies. "I'll cook us dinner." she said before moving to the kitchen herself.

You stared at Wanda for a moment as she moved around the small kitchen, you smiled without even noticing.

You had just gone back from training with Steve, defeated and all sweaty, you sat on the kitchen chairs, looking at the fridge as you tried to think if you needed water or actual food.

“You know. I’m the one who can move things with my mind, but I’m sure if you try enough, you’ll accomplish whatever you want.” Wanda walked into the kitchen and grinned at you.

You looked up and smirked at her. “Afraid I might replace you and be better at it?”

“We’ll only have to wait and see.” Wanda smiled. “I see training was hard.”

“Steve is just- he’s very passionate about it.” You laughed as you saw Wanda getting a glass and poured it with water, placing it in front of you afterwards. “Thanks.”

“What would you like for breakfast?”

You looked up at her again as you furrowed your brows. “Wait…really?”

“I’m hungry, you wanted to summon some food. I can make something for both of us. Or just for me.” Wanda grinned.

You stared at her for a moment, her accent making something to you that- “Yes. I’d…I’d like anything.”

Wanda smiled. “Pancakes it is.”

“You know- I would’ve tried to grab some of your plate anyway.”

“I have no doubt you would.” Wanda nodded as she moved around the kitchen to find the ingredients she needed.

You started at her for a moment and smiled, totally forgetting the pain on your legs and how sore your arms felt. You just focused on Wanda and heard everything she had to say about whatever she was talking about.

You snapped out of your trance and noticed you had been staring at her for a while now, clearing your throat quietly and looking away. That funny feeling was back, something you hadn’t thought about in so long since you had gotten together with Natasha. It was over now, it wasn’t real.

. . .

You closed your eyes, listening to the whispers of the forest. You can feel the roots spreading underground, the branches moving to bend in the wind's direction, the leaves singing nature's song. You can feel your heart warming up to the place, the nature trying to cling its smell on you.

“I don’t have powers but someone told me that for you to grow, you need to connect to your roots. Be one with it.”

You copied Natasha’s position, sitting crossed legs on the ground with your eyes closed. You listen closely to her breathing, syncing yourself with hers. At first, your mind reeled. All thoughts that have nothing to do with the training running in your brain, like the bread you had for breakfast, or what you want to do after the training, your future plans.

Natasha noticed this and held your hand, she dragged you back to reality, to what really matters. The noise in your brain slowly faded until there was darkness inside, and then you started to hear it, the faint sound of a heartbeat.

You walked towards it, looking around in the endless cycle of darkness and then you stopped. A few steps away from you. A single Green Spider Mum stood, you slowly walked towards it. You kneeled down and carefully reached your hand.

A sudden jolt of electricity runs through your arm and you gasp, pulling away, but the darkness remains. You were starting to panic, you can’t seem to wake. Your breathing quickens as fear fills your system until you feel another tug in your hand. It was a single vine, small, thin. It seems to be connected to the flower that started to glow. You can feel it, it wants you to get closer, it’s whispering something, It’s soothing. It’s making your worry disappear, it’s urging you to pick it up.

With both hands, you gently cup the flower and it willingly removes itself on the stem and then you feel heat run all over your body.

You woke up in a field of flowers with Natasha gently caressing your cheeks. A proud and satisfied smile painted on her lips “You did it.” She said

She gently guided you to stand and your heart was filled with a familiar warmth of love, gratitude, and awe

“I did this?” you asked, the once barren ground filled with a single dying tree now sings with the music of Nature. You can feel all of them at the tips of your fingers, it’s like getting warm hugs from the people you love.

“You did,” she said and you started to giggle, a joyous sound that’s filling Natasha’s ears.

She took your face with both her hands and showed you the brightest smile she ever did “Congratulations, Y/n. You’re finally an Avenger. Welcome to the family, officially” she whispered before she planted a kiss on your cheek as sweet as the flowers around you.

Wanda watched you meditate from her front porch, a cup of steaming tea in her hand. It’s been three days since she brought you here and she’s been loving every day. She’s been watching you practice your powers, she knows it’s your only way to reconnect to Natasha, she’s been there in every journey of training it like Vision was there for her

Wanda admires the pure white glow that runs at the tips of your fingers while you do it, she admires the pureness, the bright aura that surrounds you

Taint it.

Wanda loves that despite all the things you’ve gone through, it’s still made of love, of good.

Corrupt it.

Wanda loves that it still holds your truth, your realness. She loves that it’s still you.

Destroy her.

. . .

It was around 3 am when you gave up sleeping again, after trying for a few hours, after only an hour of sleep. It had suddenly become cold, and even with the blankets Wanda had given you, you still didn’t feel comfortable enough; you weren’t sure if it was the place, the thoughts that still haunted you or…just you. You looked at the ceiling for a good few minutes until you noticed something glowing under Wanda’s door. You turned to look at it and furrowed your brows.

Curious, you stood up. You didn’t think much of it at first, you had caught Wanda practicing her powers before. You heard what she had done, you didn’t believe all of it since you knew how well anyone could lie just to make them look bad. You knew Wanda, you knew she wouldn’t do anything bad to anyone.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Wanda, because you did, you were just curious as to how much she had grown with her magic. To the point of…creating a new life and…even kids. To say you were still worried was an understatement. You had meant to find her after Westview, but you had so many things in mind that you hadn’t tried hard enough.

You slowly crept up to the wall beside her door and you can hear mutterings. It wasn’t clear, it didn’t sound like the Wanda you know, it was like a back-to-back conversation with one person. There was a weird feeling inside, something heavy, something dark.

Your chest starts hurting by just being in close proximity.

You pushed yourself away from the wall, entering your room immediately and gasping for air. Your mind reeled to what it can be, to feel that dark and heavy.

. . .

The next morning, you can't get the feeling out of your head. You tried to relax and stay away from Wanda the whole day. You know she won’t read your mind but if it gets too loud…You can’t risk it, not until you know what’s happening.

Wanda noticed that you have a lot of things weighing on your shoulder, she let you be even though she was worried, she noticed the bags under your eyes. She’s starting to get a bit scared, something else is being whispered in her ears. She’s been having some weird…thoughts, yeah, they’re thoughts…nothing else.

She’s acting odd.

Wanda ignored it, you’re just having another one of those days. She has it too, days when she feels extra down. She has other things to focus on.

She glanced at her room, the red light seeping just a bit slightly from the gap at the bottom of her door.

What if she’s suspecting?

Wanda’s been really careful with her secret, answering with white lies.

If she knew, she'd hate you.

Wanda clenched the mug so hard it broke, blood poured from her clenched hand to the wooden table. “She won’t hate me, she’ll understand my pain.”

What if she doesn’t?

Wanda smashed her fist on the table and it broke under pressure. A loud crash alerted you from where you were meditating, you immediately ran towards the house and saw Wanda standing in the kitchen.

“What…happened?” You asked as you surveyed the area for enemies and the origin of the sound.

“I dropped a pan.” Wanda smiled, dismissing your worry.

You nodded hesitantly before smiling back at her. “Are you cooking lunch? Let me help you.”

“Sure.” She turned around and started taking the ingredients from the mini-fridge. You walked towards her and bumped your leg on the table, you held it to stop it from rattling and touched something wet. You looked at your finger and a sticky, red liquid is stuck on your fingers.

Wanda looked at you and you smiled at her before moving again as if nothing happened. You open the faucet and wash your hands, getting rid of the blood with soap. There’s definitely something wrong and you’re going to figure it out.

. . .

You spent nights trying to figure out what’s the heavy aura behind Wanda’s closed doors. Since she never leaves the house, you can’t snoop without being seen. The best you can do is listen at night. It took you sleepless nights to get any useful information. Westview, you needed to know what happened there. Wanda’s exact truth.

The morning after while you were sipping your coffee outside to think about what you wanted to ask carefully, she silently sat beside you. A cup of hot tea in her hand as well.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked and you were silent for a while, she was patient though. It’s not like there’s anything else to do in this place.

After a lot of contemplating and debating inside your head, you sighed. “What really happened in Westview?” You turned to look at her, wanting to make sure that whatever she tells you, is the truth.

Wanda tensed up, she took a sharp intake of breath “I-” she licked her lips. “-turns out I’m a witch. I’m- the Scarlet Witch.” She turned to look at you as she shook her head. “I never meant to hurt anyone. I just- I wanted him back.”

“I know you wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose.” you offered a sad smile “That’s the only thing I can be sure of these days.”

You look away fast enough to not see her blush. A warm feeling spread in her chest with the thought that you trust her. She was right, after all, you do trust her, you understand her enough to.

“What’s the Scarlet Witch?” You asked again and Wanda explained the basics of it all, including the events that happened on Westview. She was courageous enough to open up because of your words earlier.

You’ll regret this.

Wanda watched your every reaction, you were neutral on the things that made others' stomachs sick. It amazes Wanda, she wonders how much more you can take before you look at her the same as how the people of Westview looked at her.

Anger, disgust, animosity

Test it, you know you want to.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” you whispered as you looked at her eyes with so much sadness and guilt.

Wanda wanted to touch your face, to assure you that it’s okay, that it’s better. That you being here now is what matters but Wanda stopped herself.

“I didn’t expect you to. I know you’re grieving too.” Wanda looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I did try to come and see Natasha as soon as I could.”

Good, lie. It'll help you.

“Were you the one who put the candles there? I always wondered who would keep it so organized and clean every time I hadn’t been there.”

Wanda nodded without hesitation, the smile on your face made her heart leap.

You're a natural.

“Thank you for doing that,” You said and you held her hand in yours, the worries from earlier disappearing slowly without you noticing. Your memory is being covered by Wanda’s actions, happy memories.

“Of course, she deserves a nice and clean space.”

“She did.” You whispered as you looked down at your hands before shooting a carefree smile her way “That she did…”

The perfect manipulator.

. . .

Wanda sat outside on the stairs with a cup of tea in her hands. She looked at you as you stood in front of a big tree. She smiled a little, noticing how comfortable you had become the moment you arrived for all the nature surrounding the cabin. Wanda had always admired your powers, she never once teased you about it, and also threw serious looks at anyone who had done it.

She somehow felt concerned in case you figured out what was really going on, if you discovered the darkhold, and what she was trying to do with it. Wanda tried to be careful when astral projecting herself, not wanting you to walk in on that. She trusted you, but not enough for you to know about the book. She wasn’t sure what could happen if you discovered it.

What if she ended up hurting you? Had she done wrong to bring you with her after all? The government had gone hard on everyone else after what she had done in Westview, so why would you be safer with her?

Why can’t we have our own little fun?

“Stop.” Wanda pleaded, “please shut up.” She begged quietly as she looked up at you.

You’re not going to tell me that you just brought her here to keep her safe. That’s not true.

“I don’t-” Wanda breathed heavily.

Wanda…what if she was sent to hurt us? They don’t understand us. They don’t understand why we want our boys back.

“Y/n would never do that to me.” Wanda shook her head. “Stop it. She wouldn’t- she would never hurt me.”

And would you? She chose someone else.

“She doesn’t belong to me.” Wanda looked down at her mug as she felt tears in her eyes. “She never did.

She could.

Wanda stopped for a moment at the thought, the words suddenly echoing in her mind. She looked up at you again, but her seriousness suddenly went away when she noticed you walking to her.

“This place has so much potential. I like it.” You sat down beside her and grabbed your mug, taking a sip of your tea. You turned to look at Wanda and furrowed your brows a bit. “Are you okay?”

“I am.” Wanda smiled as she looked at you. “This place is now yours as much as it’s mine. So- do whatever you want with it.”

“Really? But-”

“You know more about nature than I’ll ever do. So teach me. Show me.” Wanda raised her brow. “We’ll make this a better place.”

You smiled at her as you nodded. “Deal.”

. . .

Wanda closed the door of your room quietly as she walked to her own room, she had wanted to make sure you had really gone to sleep to take her time to go back to her stuff. She was just closing her door when all of a sudden she heard you mumbling and your thoughts suddenly became too loud for her. Wanda turned to look at your room and furrowed her brows.

She’s having a nightmare.

Wanda bit her lip as she thought for a moment before she walked back into your room. You had suddenly begun to sweat and move around the bed. Wanda placed her hand on your forehead, the red glow suddenly surrounding you. She could see your nightmare, she could see you suffering. She looked down at you and caressed your cheek.

You could use this against her. The fun can begin.

“How could we hurt her? She doesn’t deserve this.” Wanda whispered softly and smiled a little as you finally relaxed.

You know you want this Wanda. Do it.

Wanda let her hand move to your forehead again and closed her eyes as she concentrated. She felt tears in her eyes as she put a nightmare back in your mind, she knew what hurt you the most and what you were most scared of; you were always scared of someone hurting you and locking you away, so she knew this could actually work and who better to use than the person you love the most

Wanda opened her eyes and sighed as she quietly left the room. She went back to her room as she wiped away the tears and decided to leave the door open in both rooms, just in case something happened.

You opened your eyes to find yourself tied up, the room seemed familiar, but at the same time you felt like you didn’t know where you were. You looked around afraid of who you might find, but you found the room completely empty, it was only you.

You then heard some voices outside, they were getting closer and closer.

“We need to do it now. We need information.”

“I’ll get her to talk.”

You furrowed your brows as you heard a familiar voice. You jumped when you heard the door opening, and your heart dropped when you figured out it was Natasha.

“Nat. I’m so glad you’re here. Help me, please.” You pleaded as you noticed Natasha walking up to you.

Natasha stopped right in front of you, and without a word, she slapped you, making you fall to the floor. “Don’t call me that.”

You turned to look at her with tears in your eyes. “What is wrong with you? Natasha, I-”

“You don’t know me. You don’t get to talk to me.” Natasha walked around you as you looked at the room confused.

What did she mean she didn’t know you? Next thing you knew, she was pulling you by your arm, hurting you, but she didn’t hear you, she was completely ignoring you as you cried. You then looked in front of you and you noticed a dark room.

“N-No, please. Don’t. Please!” You cried as you tried to look at her, but as you looked beside you, you could see a lot of mirrors where you saw your reflection, and Natasha beside you as she pulled you, her grip tightening every time you walked.

You could see yourself all beaten up, you were bleeding from the head and your nose. Had she done this? Why would she do this? This wasn’t real.

Natasha pushed you into the room and you turned to look at her, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Nat, you have to remember me. Please.” You cried out. “You know me. You love me. Please, don’t leave me here. I’m scared.”

“No one could ever be capable of loving you. You’re not even supposed to be in this world. This is nothing compared to what you deserve.” Natasha then closed the door, leaving you in a dark room.

You screamed as you closed your eyes, the silence was the worse thing about this room, but then you felt a hand going up your leg, making you scream even more-

You woke up choking and with tears in your eyes. You looked around and noticed it had only been a nightmare, but a sharp pain remained on your chest as you sobbed. Wanda rapidly ran to your room and turned on the light.

“Y/n? What happened? Are you okay?” Wanda sat beside you on the bed as she touched your sweaty forehead.

“She-” you breathed heavily as you tried to calm yourself down. “-it was horrible, Wanda.” You sobbed as you moved closer to Wanda and wrapped your arms around her, nuzzling your head on her neck. “It was all dark and she- she locked me there.” You mumbled through sobs as Wanda wrapped her arms around you.

“I got you. You’re okay.” Wanda whispered softly as she rested her head against yours.

This is gonna be fun.

. . .

For the next few nights, the dream had slowly eased, some had been bad, some were not too bad. But what you had noticed, was that lately, the times you didn’t have bad dreams, Wanda was there. She was always there. Not only in your dreams, but she was always by your side when you woke up from a nightmare.

Slowly, you felt safer, but you still wished they would stop. The thought of having Natasha hurting you in each one of them…she could never do that. She never did that. Anyone who even dared to think about hurting you would be dead, Natasha would take care of it. So why were you constantly dreaming about her?

It’s been a few days since you had last meditated, you didn’t want to fully admit it, but you were scared to see Nat again. It hurt you to even have that thought, but it was impossible to push away this feeling. You had nightmares before, from your past, you always got to deal with them, because you didn’t want to worry Natasha.

She never noticed, not even when you two started sleeping together, you were good at hiding it. The only person who truly knew about them was…Wanda.

You sighed as you walked out to the balcony and felt the nice breeze hitting your skin. You had joined the team just a few months ago, you were new to this place but the balcony had somehow become a place where you could take a time out. You had taken the time to add some plants since it was completely empty when she got here. She smiled as she felt the positive energy coming from the plants.

“I knew no one here could’ve done this.” Wanda smiled.

You gasped as you turned to find Wanda with a cup of tea in her hands. “Gosh, you scared me.”

“That was my plan.” Wanda grinned as she turned her attention back to the view in front of her.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing here at 3 am?” You grinned. “Oh…a secret boyfriend is coming to see you?”

Wanda chuckled. “I could say the same.” She looked back at you with a raised brow.

You shrugged. “No one really has my attention at the moment.” ‘Only one brunette…’ You offered a smile. “Are you okay?”

“Just…couldn’t really sleep. It’s been hard since- Pietro.”

“I’m sorry.” You licked your lips as you walked to her. “It’s hard to be the new one here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s different.” Wanda looked down at her cup. “Tea?”

You looked at her and smiled. “I was going to take it anyway.” You grinned as you grabbed her cup and took a sip of it, humming. “You never fail to make good tea.”

“I know. No one can beat me.” Wanda looked at you as she giggled. “What about you?”

You looked at her with a serious look as you sighed. “No one knows but uh- I have nightmares. Not constantly but…they are there.”

Wanda nodded. “Are they about-”

“My past. Yeah.” You nodded as you looked down at the cup. “I don’t like to talk about them because I feel that they take me back to the past but I also…feel the need just to push them away.”

Wanda nodded. “Well…you don’t have to tell me about them. But just know I’m here. In case you do want to talk about them.”

You looked up at her and felt your heart warming, offering a small smile. “Thanks for the offer. I might consider it.”

“The offer is limited, though. So you better hurry.” You gasped as she laughed, bumping your shoulder with her. “That’s mean.”

You didn’t notice, but you had been smiling at the memory. That had happened a few weeks after Wanda had joined the team, and it had been your very first conversation. You felt guilty because Natasha never really knew about those nightmares. She knew your past, she knew everything about you…but not the nightmares. Only Wanda.

For a moment your mind wanted to start wondering what could’ve happened if you had talked to Wanda…if you had…no. No. You were happy with Natasha. You had been closer to Nat. Wanda has pushed you away. Natasha loved you. You couldn’t think about that.

“Y/n?”

You turned to look at Wanda who was just at the door. “Yes?”

“I made some lunch, if you want to come. Or I could just save it for later if you’re not too hungry.”

You felt your stomach do a weird twist as Wanda stared at you, and you knew that wasn’t hunger. “I uh- I’ll go in a minute. I’m almost done.”

Wanda smiled. “Good. I’ll prepare the table.”

. . .

You stretched as you sat on your bed and looked around the room. You were barely awake but you knew that you were smelling breakfast, which brought a smile to your face. You stood up and walked out of your room.

“That smells so good.” You were expecting to see Natasha but as soon as the person in front of you turned, you felt your heart beating faster as you saw Wanda smiling at you.

“Well…I tried my best.” Wanda laughed. “You know I’m just learning how to cook.”

You felt confused for a moment, it was like a dejavu but not with Wanda although, at the same time you felt- happy. “And you have done a good job.” You chuckled as you sat down.

Wanda walked to the table and kissed your forehead. “Hope you like it.” She placed the plate in front of you followed by your cup of tea.

You looked at her as she moved around the kitchen, you looked down at your food and smiled at the smell of tea. “You made my favorite tea.”

“Always, my love.” Wanda smiled as she sat down beside you. “Are you doing okay?”

When did Wanda ever call you my love? It was always Detka for her in private. But you felt like you didn't need to worry about small details, your mind feel like it's in a cloud nine

You looked up at her as you smiled and grabbed her hand. “Never been happier.”

You opened your eyes and sat down on your bed, looking around your room. It wasn’t the first time you dreamed about her, it wasn’t the very first time you had a good dream but- you normally always dreamed about Natasha. You always- why was she now involved in only bad dreams? And why did you feel so- calm and somehow…happy, after those dreams?

No. No, it was not right. You couldn’t do that. You loved Nat. You- yes…you loved her. Wanda was…you trusted her, but that part…those feelings…they had been gone for a long long time. Right? Yes. Yes, right. Why were you doubting now? You sighed as you laid back down and closed your eyes. Stupid mind…

Wanda smiled a little as she stood behind the door, hearing your thoughts, but part of her also hurt at the thought that you were still thinking about Natasha. It was always her. Even after she was gone. Natasha had made her way through you, and you had chosen her. Why couldn’t it be Wanda?

We need to do better.

“I’m doing what you told me.” Wanda whispered as she walked back to her room.

We need to do better. She’s starting to be afraid of that girl. Do better, Wanda. I know we can.

Wanda sat on her bed as she thought about it for a moment, what else could she do to get you? She was so close to it, she was close to getting you. She had to do something for you to need her, for you to be there for her and be closer to her. But what could she possibly be so afraid of?

. . .

“I’m going to bed. I’m a little bit tired.” You announced as you smiled at Wanda who was cleaning the small kitchen.

“Oh, sure. Are you feeling okay? The weather is getting colder.”

“I am! The cold never bothers me anyway.” You smirked.

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Okay, Elsa. Go to bed.”

You chuckled. “Goodnight Wanda.” You suddenly leaned in and kissed the side of her head, freezing as you noticed what you had done. You cleared your throat as you saw no reaction from Wanda, you smiled and rapidly walked to your room.

Wanda smiled softly as she looked back, walking to her room, waiting for the right moment when you would go to sleep.

Probably 2 hours passed when Wanda finally felt you had fallen into deep sleep. Part of her felt bad about doing this, but she knew it would only mean you would become closer to her and would probably need her more than ever. She needed to do this. She couldn’t be alone again, she couldn’t let you leave her side again. She walked into your room slowly and knelt down beside your bed. She caressed your cheek softly as she offered a small smile.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Wanda whispered softly.

She placed her hand on your forehead and closed her eyes. Red glow surrounded your head for a few seconds, before Wanda pulled her hand away and looked down at you. She kissed your forehead softly before standing up and walking to her room.

Soon enough, you started groaning and turning in your bed.

You opened your eyes to find yourself outside in the woods. You furrowed your brows because you didn’t remember why you were here in the first place. What were you supposed to be doing here? You looked around to try to find your answers, but silence surrounded you.

You walked in the direction you thought the cabin was, it was dark, so you couldn’t really tell what was going on. You looked down at your hands, and you were shaking, you couldn’t feel anything. It’s like someone had taken away your powers, and something bad was happening.

You finally heard screams, and someone yelling something. You tried to run, but you could only walk. It wasn’t until you saw that the cabin was on fire that your legs finally let you run. You desperately looked around and found people surrounding the cabin and just letting the fire consume it.

You finally stopped when you noticed Natasha standing just a few meters away from the cabin. You wanted to say something, thinking you would feel happy, but your heart dropped when you noticed Natasha pointing a gun at Wanda.

“No, what are you doing?!” You stopped just a few meters away from Natasha, not being able to move more.

“What we should’ve done years ago.” Natasha said with a serious voice.

“Y/n…” Wanda sobbed as she looked at you. Why was she not moving at all? What had happened to her powers?

“Nat. Please- let us go.” You looked at Natasha, feeling useless as you couldn’t move.

Natasha laughed darkly as she looked at you for a moment. “You don’t deserve that. You two don’t belong here.” She said before turning back to Wanda and shooting at her.

“No! Wanda!” You fell on your knees as you saw how Natasha killed her. Natasha killed Wanda. How- how was that possible?

After a few minutes of seeing how Natasha made sure Wanda was dead, you finally were able to crawl to her. “What did you- what did you do?” You breathed heavily as you felt tears in your eyes. “No…”

“We had to do it. She hurt people, y/n. We couldn’t let her do any more harm.”

You looked up at Natasha with fear in your eyes. “More harm? You know Wanda! She would never hurt anyone! What the hell is wrong with you?! How could you-” you breathed heavily. “She would’ve never hurt you.” You whispered as you pulled Wanda’s lifeless body on your lap, wrapping your arms tightly around her.

“You don’t know that.”

“You should know! You know her just like I do. How could you do that to her? She was-” you sobbed as she caressed her cold cheek. “She was all I had.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. But you’re now on your own. Be thankful we haven’t decided if we are going to lock you.” Natasha said before she left with the rest of the people.

“Wanda…Wanda please…answer me.” You sobbed as you ran your hands through her hair. “I can still feel your heart. Please…”

Wanda was barely breathing at this point, opening her eyes to look at you. “Y-Y/n…”

“Please…don’t leave me.”

“I- s-sor-” Wanda closed her eyes again, giving her last breath before she finally died in your arms. Now you were sure of it.

“Wanda!”

“Wanda!” You yelled as you cried out.

Wanda rapidly rushed to the room, almost kicking the door. She didn’t have any idea what she had exactly put in your mind, but she was scared she had crossed the line. She sat beside you and wrapped her arms around you, trying to calm you down.

“Hey, hey. I’m here. Shhh.” Wanda kissed your forehead as you sobbed in her arms. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I-I couldn’t…I’m sorry.” You tighten your grip on the hem of her shirt as you try to pull her closer. “Don’t leave me.”

“Of course I won’t.” Wanda put her finger on your chin to make you look up. “What happened?”

You sobbed as you looked at her, not knowing if it was real or she was now dreaming. “You were-” she took a deep breath. “You can- you c-can look for yourself. I t-trust you.”

Wanda nodded as she carefully placed her hand on your forehead, closing her eyes for a moment as she focused on your mind. She gasped softly, not believing that was now your worst fear. Had she really- was this real? No…she didn’t put that in your head.

I did what had to be done. Now look where you are.

Wanda heard inside her mind as she opened her eyes, focusing back on you, while you stared at her with puffy red eyes. “Oh, detka.” She whispered softly. “I’m not leaving you. No one will find us here.”

You sobbed as you rested your forehead against hers. “Can I- will you stay with me? Please.” You whispered softly as you felt Wanda moving her hand up and down your arm.

“Always.” Wanda whispered as she looked at you, pulling away. “No one will find us. And I’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

You smiled sadly before you two moved and got comfortable enough to lay down. You laid your head on her chest while she wrapped her arms around you, kissing your forehead. You didn’t know why your mind was in such a battle with you, but all you knew…was that you needed Wanda. You couldn’t lose her.

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The Things You Give: Part 26

Yoooo the amount of likes this story is getting is insane! And so is length of this lol but I'm having such a great time writing this and you guys make it so much better! Thank you for all the reads, reblogs, love, and comments. It makes my day so much better <3 I also want to mention that a lot of the chapter is copied mainly from the TV show with a bit of difference, but there are some original scenes that I included. I feel like it's okay, but I was going through a massive writer's block. BUT I feel like the last bit of the chapter makes up for it...I hope. Let me know what you think in the comments and give it a heart if you enjoyed it. Again, I'm sorry if it's not the best chapter, but I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the chapter!

Y/n and everybody had decided to go visit Steven at work the following Monday. W.B had been in a meeting so they were all just casually waiting for him to get back.

They were busy looking at the office walls that were filled with signed records from famous bands and singers, golden records. The shelves were filled with trinkets and things, and some genuine work related stuff. The natural light coming from the giant window overlooking Milwaukee made the golden records sparkle.

“Hey, thanks for coming down to meet my sister, guys. I had dinner with her and my dad last night and it and it was the first family dinner that I’d been to where we didn’t have to file out one at a time,” Hyde said to everyone.

“I thought you guys hated each other?” Y/n asked. “Last time we all met, it didn’t go so well.”

“Yeah, well she called a little after that and apologized, wanting to restart.”

“Well, that’s nice,” she said.

“Man, Hyde, first a new dad and now a new sister?!” Kelso said excitedly. “It’s like you hit the orphan lottery!”

“Look! Your dad has peppermint patties in a jar on his desk,” Fez pointed out. “Heh. That’s class, baby.”

“You guys, that’s nothing,” Eric said. “I saw twenty bucks just lying on his desk and I kinda want to steal it.” He paused from the magazine he was skimming before looking down again. “Wow. I’m starting to see the underbelly of not having a job.”

“Wow, check it out Steven,” Y/n said, staring at a picture on the wall. “Your dad knows Skynard. Impressive.”

“What?! No way!” Kelso shrieked and pushed Y/n aside to see it. She stumbled to the side, annoyed. He spun back around to face everyone. “I heard that if you just yell Free Bird, they start playing it.”

The door opened, revealing W.B and Angie.

“Ah, Angie,” he said. “These our new brother’s friends and of course his wife. They’re scruffy, but they seem harmless. The friends, I mean.”

“Hi, W.B,” Y/n greeted sweetly and walked over to give him a hug.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked cheerfully. “How was the honeymoon? Did you change out the sheets?”

Y/n blushed and avoided eye contact with everybody, nodding. Hyde, on the other hand, was smiling proudly.

Hyde pointed to Angie’s natural curls and smiled. “Hey guys, look. The family ‘fro!”

“I know what you’re all thinking,” Angie said. Last time Y/n met her, she didn’t remember her being this nice. “What are the odds of Steven would have a previously unknown black half-sister?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“Well, I’ll tell you. It’s 2,437:1,” she said proudly. “I’m a math major.”

“Math major, huh?” Kelso asked, stepping forward. “I need some help building a homemade rocket. And we also need a hamster that’s not afraid of heights or being blown up.”

Angie gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded. “You must be Kelso.”

“Yeah, I am,” he said, smiling down at her. “I’m so glad you showed up. It’s a lot of pressure being the only good looking one in the room.”

“Michael, that is so rude,” Jackie said sternly. “You know there’s two of us.”

“And that makes you Jackie,” Angie said.

“Correct!” Jackie said excitedly and ran over to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. “Okay, so let me bring you up to speed on the group.” She started pointing at everyone. She pointed at Eric. “Too skinny.” Then at Donna. “Too tall.” Then at Fez. “Too foreign.” And then pointed at herself. “Too-rific!”

“Hi, Y/n. Nice to see you again,” Angie greeted in the fakest voice Y/n had ever heard.

Y/n crossed her arms and took a step back from her. She gave her a tight lipped smile. “Likewise, Ang.”

“Awe, look at this my kids getting along,” W.B cooed. “That’s it! Twenty dollars for everyone!” He started handing out money to everyone when Eric stopped him.

“It’s alright. I got mine,” he said. “I took it off your desk.” He nodded awkwardly as W.B gave him a weird look. “I’m in a really weird place in my life.”

“Ookay,” W.B said and turned back to everyone. “Anyone up for lunch?”

--Time Skip—

“Hey! I brought everyone cupcakes!” Angie announced as she walked through the basement door at the Forman’s house.

“Cool! Cupcakes!” Fez said excitedly and plucked a cupcake.

“And this one is for you,” Angie said and pulled out a chocolate cupcake with white frosting and handed it to her brother. “Vanilla on the outside, chocolate on the inside. Just like you.” She smiled at her own joke.

“Cool, thanks,” Hyde said and took a bite out of it.

Kelso went to grab for a cupcake, but before he could, Jackie quickly swiped the one he was reaching for.

“What are you doing?” he asked, irritated. “You knew I was going to take that one.”

“Oh, well, too bad.” She shrugged and took a big bite.

“You know what? This is why we broke up,” he said. “You’re always doing that!”

“We broke up because you were always cheating on me!” Jackie replied sassily.

“Yeah, and the cupcake thing!”

Everyone else wordlessly took a cupcake until the plate was empty.

“So, this is where you hang out, huh?” Angie asked, changing the subject. “Do the people who own this place know we’re down here?”

“Yeah, they kind of adopted me,” Steven replied and finished his cupcake.

“So, if they adopted you, then that means you married your sister?” Angie asked, eyeing Y/n distastefully. Like she was a cockroach beneath her shoe.

Y/n squinted her eyes at her new sister-in-law, wondering what her problem was. “He’s not actually my brother, you dunce. He’s a friend who was fostered in.”

“Still weird,” she snarked.

“Yeah,” Hyde said slowly, eyeing Angie. “You don’t know this about me, but I’ve had like thirteen different dads.”

Angie’s eyebrows narrowed. “You’re right, I don’t know anything about you. What kind of stuff did you do growing up? Did you play sports?”

“Well, I used to play this one game called ‘Stoop.’ You would sit on a stoop and throw things at a passerby,” he beamed proudly. “I was a pro.”

“I was the passerby,” Eric said off-handedly.

Y/n shot Steven a disapproval look. “He doesn’t do that anymore.”

“Wow,” was all Angie could say.

“So, are you ready for your first day of work tomorrow with Dad?” Steven asked.

“Yeah, but I’m a little nervous,” she responded. “I mean, it’s my first job out of college.”

“Yeah, this is the easiest job I’ve ever had,” he said to her.

“Wait, what about the time you earned two bucks after I dared you to eat everything in the fridge and then you threw up?” Kelso asked from across the room.

“That was you,” Hyde deadpanned.

Kelso blinked. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed, clapping his hand against his thigh. “Man, that was funny!”

“So, it’s cool if we slack off at work?” Angie asked.

“Look, anytime I think about work, I remember one thing…I’m the boss’s son.” He placed his hands behind his head, leaning back. “Then I head down to the nearest bar and chug beer and play darts.”

“Ah, beer and darts,” Y/n said and leaned against her husband. “Keeping the eye patch industry alive since the 1800’s.”

That got a good laugh out of everyone. Except for Angie.

Later that evening…

“Man, I don’t trust your sister,” Y/n said as she and Steven were getting ready for bed.

“Why?” he asked as he slipped under the covers.

“Do you not see the way she looks at me? She acts like I’m the dirt beneath her shoe.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Just because she doesn’t like you means that we can’t trust her?”

“Yes,” she said and got underneath with him and started rubbing lotion on her hands, taking her ring off. “She’s not good for you. Keep your eye on her.”

“Just because she doesn’t like you doesn’t mean she’s untrustworthy,” he pointed out. “You sound like Jackie.”

“No, I don’t!” she defended. “I swear, the way she looks at me…it’s like she knows I see right through her.”

“I’m not really worried about her.” He shrugged.

She turned sharply to him. “How? She reeks of bad news. Besides, it’s not like you guys got off on the right foot.”

“True, but I got something more important to worry about,” he replied and placed his hands on her stomach. “You’re starting to show.

She smiled softly down at his hand and looked back up at him. “Yeah, I know. My clothes are starting to get tight. I can’t fit into my favorite pair of jeans anymore.” She frowned and rubbed her stomach. “I don’t know if I look forward to getting fatter, fat ankles, and sore back. And the bigger boobs.”

He smirked at her. “I am.”

“Of course, you are,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes, bumping her shoulder to his.

He chuckled at her and placed his hand behind her back. “That’s good, though. It means the babies are growing,” he replied and kissed her forehead. “Besides, you’re the only woman in the world who looks adorable and sexy pregnant.”

“You’re just saying that,” she said, but was smiling again.

“No, I really mean it,” he said gently and brought her in for a sweet kiss.

She looked up at him with gentle and loving eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you still going to love me when I can’t tie my shoes?”

He chuckled in her ear. “I’ll probably love you more.”

"No one would believe me if I told them how soft you can be," she teased.

"Yeah...but don't tell anybody."

She giggled and kissed him once more before glancing at the clock. 11:18pm. “I think everyone’s asleep,” she purred.

He smirked at her through hooded eyes and kissed her deeply. “You just read my mind, Doll.”

The next day…

Steven knocked on the door that led into his father’s office. “Hey, you wanted to see me?”

“Have a seat, Steven,” W.B said, gesturing towards the empty seat in front of his desk. Next to it sat Angie.

“It’s been brought to my attention that you’ve been sneaking off from work to go play darts,” he said once Hyde took a seat.

“Well, in my defense it’s just something to pass the time while I’m drinking beer,” Hyde said with a light sense of humor.

“Yes, Angie mentioned that too,” William said, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“What?” Steven asked, eyebrows furrowed and turned to Angie. “You ratted me out?”

“What? No!” she responded. “I just thought it was a funny story.” She placed her hand on his arm apologetically. “Steven, I am so sorry. Daddy, please don’t fire him.”

William scoffed, finding it humorous. “I’m not gonna fire him.”

“You’re not?” she asked, surprised and disappointed before furrowing her brows in determination and gave a curt nod. “I mean, you’re not. Excellent choice,” she said more confident.

Hyde made a disgusted face at her as if he just squashed a bug underneath his boot.

“Steven, you may be the boss’s son, but you still have to show up and do some work,” W.B continued.

“Come on, man. You said it yourself it was fine if I slacked off every now and then,” he defended.

“Look, I want you to succeed here,” W.B said. “So, no more darts.”

Hyde huffed in defeat. “Fine.” He got up to leave, but paused and turned back around. “Oh, but can I start succeeding next week? See, there’s a tournament tomorrow and I’m already signed up and everything.”

William gave his son an annoyed look, giving him a silent no.

“Okay,” Hyde said quickly and scurried out the office.

--Time Skip—

“Angie totally set me up, man,” Hyde said later that afternoon, venting to the group while pacing around in the basement. “I should’ve seen this coming when she told me she was a math major.”

“Man, those girls are always bitches,” Y/n said, trying to comfort her husband. She sat on the arm of the couch, watching him move around the room.

“You know what your problem is, Hyde?” Kelso said, eating an orange popsicle in the lawn chair. He pointed it at Hyde. “I’m too good looking.”

Hyde ignored him and ran a hand down his face.

“Who does she think she is anyway?” Y/n asked, feeling a tight angry knot form in the pit of her stomach. “She can’t just walk in here and pull strings like you’re some sort of puppet. That’s my job!” She gave him a grin and a wink to show she was joking.

“Y/n, you know what your problem is?” Kelso said. “I’m too good looking.”

Y/n lulled her head back to the ceiling, annoyed. “Do you ever have anything else more interesting to say?”

“Hey guys, just to jump off topic here for a sec…when you’re dancing to, say like, Donna Summer, or…you know…whoever, do you ever wish you were on wheels?”

“Forman, so many parts about what you just said make me want to kick your ass,” Hyde said, annoyed.

“Eric, you know what your problem is?” Kelso piped up again. “I’m too—”

“Kelso, I swear to God if you say that you’re too good looking one more time, I’m going to break your kneecaps,” Y/n threatened.

Kelso glared at her while everyone laughed. “Pregnant women are mean!”

“Well, I’m off to my room for some Spanish lessons,” Eric said and started to head up the stairs. “Or, should I say room-o?” He chuckled, feeling witty, and bounced up the stairs.

The door swung open, revealing Angie entering.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here,” Hyde spit.

“Alright, back off Hyde,” Fez said, pushing through everyone. “She’s here for me.” He turned to her. “Hey, mama.”

Hyde ignored him. “So, what the hell was that about today?”

“Look,” she stated with attitude that Hyde didn’t really care much for. “My dad said that if I did well in college, someday the business would be mine. I did my part. And there’s no way I’m gonna share everything with some frizzy-haired kid fresh out of juvie.”

“Okay,” he said, irritated. “I’m working at that company because our dad wants me there.” He straightened up, setting his shoulders. “And don’t insult me with that juvie crap. I’m eighteen. If I get pinches, I’m doing big boy time.”

“Running this company is my dream,” she stated. “So, if you don’t quit tomorrow, then it’s going to be war.”

“Then let there be war,” he said.

She huffed and turned to Kelso. “Come on, he’s your friend. Talk some sense into him.”

Kelso put his hands up in surrender. “If you wanted my help, you should’ve brought more cupcakes.”

--Time Skip—

“Guys! Guys!” Y/n said excitedly, running into the kitchen with a large envelope in hand. Red, Kitty, Eric, and Hyde sat at the table getting ready for dinner. “It came!” She started tearing into the envelope.

“What is it?” Kitty asked.

“My official name change paperwork!” She held her new social security card in her hands. “I’m officially a Hyde!”

“You actually took my last name?” Hyde asked in shock and walked over to her.

“Yeah, of course. I told you I would.” She furrowed her brows. “Why do you seem so surprised?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But, I’m glad you did.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet,” Kitty gushed.

“Yeah, adorable,” Eric deadpanned. “Can we eat now?”

The Hyde’s rolled their eyes and sat down as Kitty brought out a pot roast.

“Nice,” Y/n said, salivating. “I’ve been craving a lot of meat lately.”

A smirk spread across Eric’s face. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but Y/n kicked him under the table.

“Shut up!” she snapped.

“I didn’t even say anything!” he hissed while rubbing his sore shin.

“Eric, I’m going to staple your mouth shut if you don’t stop,” Red threatened.

“Come on, their room is right next to mine!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Kitty said and sat herself down. “So, Steven, how’s work going?”

“Ah, you know, working with your new half-sister, a little sibling rivalry is expected,” he answered.

“A little?” Y/n asked. “Honey, she threatened to get you fired if you don’t quit.”

“What?” Kitty and Red asked together.

“Yeah, but it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. What are you going to do?” Y/n asked him. “Are you going to fight back?”

“I don’t know if I’m even going to.” When he saw her raised eyebrow, he leaned back in his chair. “Come on, you’re asking me to fight for a job. That’s a tough sell.”

“Steven, you’re not just going to be fighting for your job. You’re going to be fighting to provide for your wife and children,” Red pointed out. “It’s not just about you anymore. You need to be a man.”

Hyde sighed and stabbed at his roast. “Exactly, I already have enough on my plate without her trying to stir crap with me and my dad.”

“Well, then maybe you shouldn’t go sneak off to play darts,” Y/n said quietly.

“Hey, in my defense—I was on break.”

“For three hours?”

Hyde stared at emotionless. “Yes.”

--Time Skip—

After the house claiming he was going out and he’d be back. Kitty, of course, knew where he was going and was struggling on how she was going to tell her husband.

Everyone had come over to hang out; Donna, Fez, and Kelso were sitting in the living room with Y/n and Hyde, fighting back smiles.

“Red, we have something to tell you about Eric,” Donna said. “It’s pretty shocking. I don’t know how to break it to you.”

Y/n and Hyde looked at their friends, confused.

“Okay, you better let me handle this,” Kelso said, throwing his hand in front of Donna and Fez to prevent them speaking further. “Everybody whose son isn’t a roller disco-er, take one step forward. Not so fast Red!”

“What?!” Everybody, but Kitty exclaimed.

Y/n had a look of amusement while Hyde’s was a mix of shock and disgust. Red couldn’t tell if he was pissed or disappointed, or not even shocked at all.

“I gotta see this,” Y/n giggled and ran to grab the keys for the car.

The skating rink smelled of cheap distilled vapor, possibly the soap and disinfectant and the even cheaper food cooking. Flashing lights made the room spin while sweaty skaters rolled around the rink, completely lost in themselves and music.

Y/n’s eyes scanned the room before landing on a familiar skinny, dirty blond boy wearing—rainbow?!—shorts. “Uh…I think I found him.”

She jut her chin out and her family and friends followed her direction of sight.

“Hey, everybody!” the DJ said into the mic. “Let’s give a great, big roller palace welcome to the one, the only, Raaaiiinnboowww!”

Y/n watched Eric with a mix of amusement and awe as she watched her twin brother spin and boogey on the rink floor. She had to admit he was good and kind of liked it. But by the look on her dad’s face, he wasn’t enjoying it. Not even a little bit.

Without noticing them, he started making his way towards where they were standing. When he lifted his eyes up, the joy in them drained into fear as he made eye contact with his father.

“NO!” he shouted, slipping and fell onto his back.

“Nice shorts, Rainbow," Red, mumbled unamused.

∞∞∞

“Hey,” Angie greeted Hyde at work the next day. “Did you come to pack up your office?”

“Listen, sis, about the whole job thing,” he began. “I thought about going head-to-head with you. But I decided not to stoop to your level.”

Angie nodded, a confused look on her face, but still satisfied that Hyde backed down. “Well, good.”

But then Hyde smirked deviously at her and pointed towards the hall. “But she can.”

Angie turned to see Jackie sitting on a desk, gathered by a few people, laughing.

“Right now she’s telling everyone that you stripped through college,” he finished.

“Please like anybody’s going to be believe her,” Angie scoffed. “My dad’s rich.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he replied, chuckling. “You didn’t strip because you needed the money. Word around the water cooler is you stripped because you liked it.”

“Yeah, I know, I know!” Jackie exclaimed, laughing. “What a whore!”

Angie stomped out to the hallway, confronting the group. “Stop laughing at me! I am not a stripper! I am a math major!”

She sniffled, fighting back tears and ran back to her office without another word.

Hyde strutted out of the office beaming. “Thanks for coming down here, man. I knew you’d do it.”

“Well, it’s always a pleasure to be petty towards bitches who deserve it.” She smiled, flipping her hair.

“If there was a game show called ‘Make That Girl Cry’, I’d go on with you.”

“Oh, we’d so win that car,” she said, laughing. “Welp, I’m heading out. Glad to be a service.”

He raised his cup of water at her. “See you later. I might need you again.”

“Always happy to help!” she called over her shoulder as she walked down the stairs and out the building.

--Time Skip—

“Hey, everybody, look who it is!” Y/n greeted Eric as he walked in the kitchen. “It’s Rainbow!”

“Ha ha very funny,” he responded. “How did you guys find out anyway?”

“Does it matter? All that matters is that we know now,” Kitty said.

“You told, didn’t you?” Eric said. “Who did you tell?”

“Well, I don’t know what you mean, but it definitely wasn’t Fez.”

“Mom, you’re a terrible liar,” Y/n said. “All seriousness, why were you roller discoing and didn’t tell us?”

“Would you want to tell them?” he deadpanned.

She shrugged. “True, but I’m a female. I have a little bit more leeway.”

“Agh, double standards,” he groaned.

“All I want to know is why?” Red asked.

“It all started when I went down to the sporting goods store,” Eric began. “I saw this pair of roller blades. And when I’m tried them on it was like the first time Joe Namath laid his hands on a bat. The next thing I remember is spinning. Just spinning, and spinning, and spinning.” He reenacted his movements by gentle swaying his body side to side like he was back in that moment. “And then the next thing I know I’m at the park and that’s where I met up with these people.”

“Wait, those skater freaks down at the park who are always by the basketball hoops?” Y/n asked.

"They're not freaks, Y/n," Eric defended. "They're just like you and me, but on wheels."

“Eric,” Red said. “Let me tell you a little story. When I was a boy, there was this kid who wanted to be a ballet dancer and all the other kids made fun of him. But years later when he came back to town he had achieved his dream. He was a dancer with the New York City ballet. And you know what happened?”

“You learned your little lesson about judging people unfairly, huh?” Y/n asked with a small smile played across her lips.

“No, a bunch of guys got together and beat the crap out of him,” Red answered, taking Y/n and Eric by surprise.

"Yikes," Y/n whistled.

“Okay, Dad, I hear what you’re saying, but I don’t know if I can just give this up,” Eric said.

“Why don’t you try something else?” Kitty asked.

“Yeah, like robot dancing,” Y/n teased and started moving her arms like a robot. “Feel the beat disco, robot.”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Funny.”

--Meanwhile—

“Daddy, I can’t work with him!” Angie whined to her father. “He’s spreading lies about me!”

“Actually, that’s not true,” Steven said. “Jackie’s telling them.”

“Why was that girl in my office to begin with?” W.B questioned. “And why was she handing out dress code memos to my employees?”

“Hm,” Hyde hummed. “She’s against the casualization of the workplace.”

“She doesn’t belong her and neither does he,” Angie said. “Especially his wife.”

“The hell you have against my wife?” Steven asked, annoyed.

“Nothing. She just reeks of trouble. Probably after daddy’s money.”

“Funny you say that because she said the exact same thing about you,” he said. “And by the way, she was with me before she knew Dad, so your argument is invalid.”

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” W.B said astonished. “A brother and sister fighting each other.” A proud smile broke out onto his face. “Hey, we are family.”

“Look, if you want him to stay, that’s fine,” Angie said. “But if he stays, I’m out of here.”

“Well, that’s too bad because I’m opening up a new record store and I wanted the two of you to run it.” He crossed his arms and shrugged. “But, maybe I’ll just let Steven run it by himself.”

“Hell yeah!” Hyde whooped. “Nice going, sis.”

“No! You know I’ve always wanted my own record store!”

“Well, if you two can’t find a way to work this out…”

“No! We can. We can!” she said with fake enthusiasm. “He’s my brother. I try to get him fired, he calls me a stripper—this is how we play.” She laughed uncomfortably.

“Well, that’s good,” W.B said. “Because if this continued, I would have to send the both of you to your offices without dinner.” He chuckled at his joke. “That’s a bad joke. I love it.” He checked his watch. “Oh, I have a meeting to get to. “Bye kids.”

“So,” Hyde said, smirking. “Looks like you’re going to have put up with me after all.”

“Hey, I said I’d work with you. Doesn’t mean I like you,” Angie snarked and crossed her arms.

“You not liking me doesn’t bother me that much now that I’ve won.” He started to walk out the office, but stopped and turned back to her. “And by I won, I mean you lost.”

He turned back around laughing, leaving a glowering Angie behind, but then turned back around once more.

“Oh, and by the way, you better start respecting Y/n,” he mentioned. “I’m not gonna have that. You don’t have to like her, but you’re not going to disrespect her. Got it?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Good. Then there will be no trouble.”

“Hey, honey, welcome home,” Y/n greeted Steven as he walked through the basement door. He was greeted by his wife and brother-in-law. “Oh, I love saying that!” she squealed and ran over to give him a kiss. “How was your day?”

He returned her kiss and sat down in his chair, loosening up his tie. “Better now that I got a promotion.”

“Already?!” she squeaked from excitement.

“You’re joking right?” Eric asked, side-eyeing him. “There’s no way you got a promotion that fast. You’re just yanking our legs.”

“Am I, Rainbow?” Hyde quipped.

Eric’s smile dropped instantly. “So, what’s the position?” he asked, changing the subject and got up to get a frozen treat from the fridge.

“I got promoted to my own store,” he beamed.

“Are you serious?!”Y/n cried out.

“Yep. You know what that means? No more ties, no more desk, paperwork, and no more 9 to 5.”

“Oh, Steven, congratulations,” Y/n gushed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I told you would do great things.” She pressed her mouth to his, pulling him in tight.

He didn’t let her go, but instead chose to puller her closer and deepen the kiss. They completely forgot about Eric who was standing there disgusted watching their mini make out session.

“You know,” he spoke up, causing the couple to pull apart. “I’d really appreciate you guys not doing that in front of me.”

“Oh, come on, we’re married now,” Elena argued.

“Doesn’t mean I like seeing it,” he grumbled and stepped over the couch, sitting down.

“Anyway, how was your day?” Hyde asked his wife and put a hand on her knee as she sat beside him.

“It was good,” she said. “I talked to Sasha today about the store and the details and such.”

“You’re still going to go through with that?” Eric asked.

She turned to face her brother. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just been a while since you’ve last talked about it.”

“Well, a lot has happened between now and then. Besides, I think I still want to go through having my own store.”

“You think?” Hyde asked her. “I thought this is what you wanted to do.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I think it was just something at the time.”

“But it’ll be your own store,” he replied.

“Yeah, something that you have,” she said. “And my dad with his auto store— I don’t know if I want to own my own store. Let alone a bridal store. Sounds kind of…boring.”

“Then what do you want?” Eric asked.

“I don’t know…I want to go back to school and do something more. But you know with the babies coming, it’s going to be a while before I can.”

“Y/n, I told you that you don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything,” Hyde said.

“I know, but I still want to do something with my life. Like I said engineering or maybe even medicine...maybe even something to do with cars.”

“That’ll make Red happy,” Hyde said and gave her a soft grin. “Well, whatever you decide, I’ll be here to support you.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“My day was fine by the way,” Eric spoke up. “Spent the day napping and watched TV.”

“What about your roller disco thing?” Y/n asked.

“I threw my roller blades away,” he responded. “I decided to look for something else. But just so you know, I may be ordinary down here, but up there…I was a star.”

The Hydes nodded at him with tight lipped smiles.

“What?” Eric asked.

All they could see was Eric’s rainbow shorts and his radio headphones. They looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably.

“What?! What’s so funny?”

“You know what, I’m going to go and watch a really sad movie,” Y/n said, getting up. “I’ll be right back.”

She left the basement, giggling to herself.

“And I’m just going to sit here and laugh at you…Rainbow,” Hyde said and kicked his feet up with amusement.

Thanksgiving

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Y/n announced as she entered the kitchen. “When’s the turkey going to be ready?”

“Happy Thanksgiving, dear,” Kitty said, cooking the deviled eggs. “Turkey won’t be ready until later this afternoon, but it won't be on your menu.”

“What? Why?!”

“Because it’s poultry,” her mother answered. “It may not be good for the babies.”

“But if it’s cooked thoroughly, she should be fine, right?” Hyde asked from the kitchen table, sipping his coffee.

“Yes, but let’s not risk it,” Kitty answered.

“Mom, that’s not fair!”

“And it’s not fair that I’m becoming a young grandma, but here we are!”

“Kitty, you’re not going to be a young grandma,” Red said from behind his newspaper. “You’re already 5—”

“Don’t you freaking dare!” Kitty snapped, pointing a finger at him.

“Come on, Mom, don’t do this to me,” Y/n whined dramatically. “I need it. Please, let me have some meat.”

“Now, why does that sound familiar?” Hyde asked, scratching his head. His lips curled in a devious grin. “Oh, right.”

Red slammed down the paper onto the table. “Make one more joke involving my daughter and I will put my foot in your ass.”

Hyde put his hands up in surrender, but not before he caught a glimpse of Eric’s horrid face and smirked. His smile dropped when he caught Y/n’s glare.

She turned sharply back to her mother who was taking the eggs out of the boiling water. “Please, Mom?” She rubbed her growing belly. “Are you going to deny your grandchildren food that they want?”

Kitty gave her a hard stare with her hand on her hip. “That ain’t gonna work on me, missy. You think you’re the first pregnant woman I’ve worked with?”

“But this is different, we’re related!”

“No, Y/n. You need to be mindful what you put in your body for the next few months.”

“How bout a little bit?” she asked, pouting.

Kitty stared at her and sighed. “Well…I guess a little wouldn’t hurt.”

Y/n beamed. “Just a little, that’s all I ask.”

Hyde choked on his coffee from laughter. “Y/n, you’re killing me here,” he said out and stood from his seat. “I’m going to go downstairs before I say anything I probably shouldn’t.”

“I think that’d be best,” Red said darkly as Hyde scurried down to the basement. After he disappeared down the stairs, Red’s hard stare made its way back to Y/n. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe you’re married to him and having his children.”

--Time Skip—

No one else was in the basement except for Y/n and Hyde. Taking the time they had alone, she was sat in his lap while in his usual chair, devouring his lips. His hand was entangled in her hair, cradling the back of her head while her left hand cupped his neck. The only sound in the room that could be heard was their heavy breathing.

They were so lost in their make-out session that they didn’t even bother to pull away when the basement door opened.

“Oh, come on!” Eric shouted as he entered the room. Y/n pulled her mouth away from her husband’s as they both gave him a dazed look; lips swollen and eyes half closed. “Can’t I walk into one freaking room without worrying I might walk in on you two?!”

“Yeah, it’s very concerning,” Fez said as all the friends piled into the room and made their way to their seats.

Y/n scoffed and wiped her mouth. “So, what brings you all by? Besides the food that my mom is cooking.”

“That’s basically it,” Kelso said. “I had Thanksgiving with Brooke and the baby last night so that I can watch Fez get drunk and put on the dress.”

“Yeah? Well, jokes on you because I’m going to put on the dress before I get drunk!” Fez said.

“Yeah? What about you two?” Y/n asked, eyeing Jackie and Donna.

“Well, my dad is coming over anyway,” Donna responded. “So, I figured I’d beat him here.”

“And my mom doesn’t know how to cook,” Jackie said bluntly. “It would just be a day of booze and Frank Sinatra.”

“Frank Sinatra?” Hyde questioned.

“Yeah, my mom is like, in love with him, or something.”

Hyde nodded his head in approval.

“I’d hate to change the subject, but I got something even better than Frank Sinatra tonight!” Eric exclaimed excited. “Do you know what tonight is?”

Everyone looked at him in confusion. He had put a record on the stereo and music started blasting from it. As the music started, he started singing along with the lyrics.

“Welcome to the grand illusion,

Come on in and see what’s happening.

Pay the price, get your tickets for the show!”

“Is that Styx?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah! And they’re having a show tonight!” Eric answered excitedly, lowering the music slightly. “If we can go get in line now we’ll be able to have front rows to them shaking their sweaty hair onto teenage girls!”

“Oh, goody,” his sister responded, making a face.

“Oh, come on sis, I thought you liked Styx.”

“Yeah…when I was like, twelve.”

“I think they still got it,” he said and turned to the rest of the group. “Anyone want to join me tonight?”

“Forman, even if I wanted to go to the concert, which would mean I was born without ears, I can’t. My dad wants me and Angie to open the store at midnight tonight,” Hyde said.

“Wait, you’re not going to be here tonight?” Y/n pouted.

He rubbed her back comfortingly. “Only for a few hours.”

“Well, then I can come with you.”

He nodded. “Okay, just don’t work too hard.”

"I can still move around, hon," she scoffed. "I'm not that big yet.”

“Yeah, let her come, hon,” Eric said, mocking his brother-in-law.

“Dude, you’re so whipped!” Kelso laughed.

“Maybe,” Hyde said calmly and shrugged. “But I’m the one having sex every night, so who’s the real winner here?”

Kelso sighed; shoulders slumped in defeat. “You,” he grumbled and got up to grab a popsicle, head hung down in shame.

“So, Styx?” Eric asked the group, completely ignoring Hyde’s comment. “Anyone else? Kelso? Fez? Donna?”

“Eric, I work in radio. I’d can’t be seen at a Styx concert,” Donna replied as if it was obvious.

“In my country we have a saying,” Fez said. “Eck, Styx.”

“Kelso?” Eric asked hopeful.

“I’d rather not,” he responded bluntly.

“Fine, then I’ll just go by myself,” he said disappointed.

“Hey, Hyde,” Kelso piped up. “You need an extra set of hands tonight?”

“Yeah. The more the better,” he responded.

“And Angie will be there?” he asked, slowly, eyeing his best friend.

“Well, she’s co-manager, so yeah, she’ll be there.”

“Then I’ll definitely be there,” Kelso said with a dumb smile on his face. “Man, Angie’s so pretty. She makes me want to paint her on a canvas and capture her beauty. Oh, and if she’s naked.”

“Kelso, if you try anything with my sister, I swear I’m going to hit you so hard that I’ll knock you smart,” Hyde threatened.

“Yeah, it would truly be the worst thing, wouldn’t it?” Eric deadpanned, giving Hyde the most annoyed look he could muster.

“Yeah, but this is different,” Hyde defended. “Kelso is just going to sleep with her and then make it weird. I don’t need that right now.”

“And if does…karma’s a bitch,” Eric said, smirking.

--Time Skip—

“Alright, everybody, this turkey is ready,” Kitty called out as she placed the bird in the middle of the dining table. As she sat down, she saw Red, Elena, Steven, Donna, Bob, Jackie, Kelso and Fez, but two people were missing.

“What are you doing here?” Red asked Fez, annoyed. “Don’t you have your family to do this with?”

“My stupid foster parents are out serving to the needy and hungry tonight,” Fez answered. “Even though I’m the needy and hungry one but I’m the ‘selfish’ and ‘self centered’ one.”

Red didn’t respond but stare at him with confusion and dropped it.

“So, has anyone heard from Laurie since she moved to L.A?” Kitty asked as she placed her napkin in her lap.

“Yeah, said her porn career is starting off nicely,” Y/n replied sarcastically.

“Y/n,” Red said sternly. “What have I told you about calling your sister a porn star?”

“That it’s offensive to porn stars?”

“Y/n.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she said somberly. “She does it for free anyway.”

“Nice,” Hyde chuckled, high fiving his wife.

“And Eric?” Kitty asked, ignoring her daughter’s comments.

“He went to go stand in line for the Styx tickets.”

“But it’s Thanksgiving!”

“I know, but he apparently thought getting those tickets were more important,” Y/n answered.

“Oh, well, since our children except Y/n couldn’t be bothered to be here, let’s just go ahead and start eating,” Kitty said, disappointed laced in her voice. “Red, care to say grace?”

“Oh, come on Kitty, you know I don’t say grace,” Red complained.

“Say the prayer, Red,” Kitty spit.

“Uh, okay,” Red stuttered and laced his fingers together and closed his eyes. “Lord, thank you for, uh, everything and giving us…this big turkey. For beer and, erm…my family?” He lifted his eyes to see his wife giving him a look A ‘are you serious?’ look. “Oh, you know what? Good food, good drinks, good God, let’s eat! Amen.” As he opened his eyes, he suddenly thought of one more thing. “Oh! And go Packers! Please have them play their way into the Superbowl.”

“That was…very nice, Red,” Kitty groaned as everyone looked at each other with amused looks.

“Yeah…well,” Red said, adjusting his napkin on his lap. “That’s what you get for making me say grace.”

“If you really want someone to mess up grace next time, you should ask Steven,” Y/n joked, causing him to freeze while loading up his plate with sweet potatoes.

“Yeah, if you want hellfire to rain down on us,” he retorted and plopped some mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“You’re funny,” Y/n chortled as their friends giggled.

“Alright, everyone, who wants white meat and who wants dark meat?” Red asked, ready to carve the turkey.

“Well, everyone wants dark meat,” Fez piped up with a smirk on his face. “Am I right, ladies?”

“Yeah, I’ll take a mix of both,” Steven said. “Like me.”

“Clever,” Y/n quipped at both men.

"I'll take dark," Bob said. "Do you guys have pecan pie? I turned down another offer and they had pecan pie."

"We got pecan, apple, and pumpkin," Kitty answered proudly.

Bob smiled. "I'm glad I wore my sweat pants today!"

The front door slammed open, revealing an angry Eric.

“Well, there he is!” Kitty cheered and watched him plop down at the extra seating next to Donna. “You finally saw that spending Thanksgiving with your mother is so much more important than some silly concert after all, huh?”

“No,” he grumbled and grabbed the bowl of potatoes. “Nobody else bought the tickets and ended up cancelling the show.”

“Oh, well then,” Kitty said, shrugging as if it didn’t slightly hurt her feelings.

“Quit being a damn baby and be happy that you’re here,” Red scolded.

“You can’t force me to be happy,” Eric said.

“Oh, you will be after I put my foot in your ass!”

“Can we please go one holiday without you threatening to put your foot in other people’s rear ends?” Kitty asked, annoyed.

“But then it wouldn’t feel like Thanksgiving,” Y/n said. “It’s tradition.”

“Can it,” Kitty snapped.

Y/n made a ‘yikes’ face and put her hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”

“All I’m saying is that I could be there seeing one of the best bands of all time instead of being here.”

“Wow. Harsh, dude,” Y/n muttered to her brother.

Donna kicked Eric under the table.

“Ow! What the hell, Donna?”

“You know what?” Kitty said, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. “Why don’t we go around saying what we’re thankful for? Hmm? Y/n, you want to start?”

“Uhm…” she stalled with a mouthful of turkey. “I’m thankful for food.” She chuckled uncomfortably. “And for Steven.” He gave her a small side smile. “And for my family and friends and our unborn babies.”

“Awe, that’s sweet,” Kitty said, giving her daughter’s hand a tap. “Steven?”

“Uh…what she said,” he responded, putting a mouthful of potatoes in his mouth.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”

“Okay, fine, um…” he said. “I’m thankful for everyone, and my dad giving me a store.” He nodded uncomfortably.

“That’s nice, Steven,” Kitty responded and looked to her husband. “Red?”

“You already know what I’m thankful for,” he said roughly. “I don’t need to say it out loud.”

Kitty looked at her husband annoyed and looked to Donna. “Your turn, dear.”

“Well, I’m thankful for everyone, for Eric, for my job at the radio station, and definitely thankful for feminism,” she said proudly.

Everyone around the table agreed that was nice before turning to Eric.

“Eric? What about you?”

He sighed heavily. “I’d be more thankful if I was at the Styx concert.”

“Alright, fine,” Kitty said and threw down her napkin. “Do whatever you want. Thanksgiving is ruined!” She stormed off into the kitchen to grab some wine.

“Oh, Kitty, wait!” Red called out and glared at Eric. “You couldn’t say something nice for your mother, could you?”

“What do I say if I don’t?” he asked bitterly.

“Then you lie!” Red bellowed. “Like a real man!”

“Uh, I don’t think—” Jackie started, but was cut off by Kitty.

“Red, where’s the bourbon?!”

“Ah, crap,” he muttered. “She only gets the strong stuff when she’s really upset.” He glared at his son. “Way to go. Dumbass.”

Eric stared at Y/n as if she’d come to his defense. She put her hands up in surrender, shaking her hands.

“You’re on your own.”

--Later that day—

“Steven, I’m hungry,” Y/n pouted as they were moving boxes around in the new store.

“We just ate about an hour ago,” he grunted as he moved a particular heavy box.

“What’s your point?” she sassed and set a box of records on a stack of other boxes. “I want pizza.”

Hyde sighed and wiped some sweat from his brow. “What kind?”

“Pineapple?” she grinned at him.

He made a face at her. “How bout something that we’d all want?”

“The babies want pineapple!”

“…I’ll order two pizzas.”

As Hyde walked away to order the pizza, Fez stepped forward. “So, how long are you going to be using the babies to get what you want?”

“As long as I need to,” Y/n responded, smirking. “I love when he does things for me.”

“For you or to you?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/n’s smirk deepened. “Yes,” she said sultry and flipped her hair, walking away.

“Damn,” Fez muttered under his breath.

“What?” Kelso asked, coming up behind him.

“If only I’d jumped on that sooner,” Fez responded, shaking his head. “Hyde is one lucky S.O.B.”

“You’re just horny because Nina broke up with you.”

“So horny,” Fez whined and walked away to sulk.

Kelso scoffed after his friend and walked over to move some more boxes to make room for them to sit. Looking over her shoulder, Donna saw him shove something under his jacket. She stomped over to him and ripped open his jacket.

“Styx, Kelso? Really?”

“Okay, fine, I like Styx, okay? And I don’t care if anybody knows that,” he responded, but then his eyes widened slightly. “That’s not true. Don’t tell anybody.”

She huffed out a chuckle and placed the record back in his hand. “Whatever,” she said and walked away.

Thirty minutes later, the pizza had arrived. As everyone sat around in a circle eating their pizzas, Angie walked in through the front door.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“Eating pizza,” Y/n responded with the obvious.

“I can see that,” she snarked. “What I mean is, why aren’t you setting up the store?”

“Relax, man, we’ll take care of it,” Hyde said.

“No, we don’t. We need to unload the records into the bins,” she replied and looked around the store to see no bins in sight. She grabbed the clipboard that was nearby and looked through the papers, wide eyed. “Oh, my God. I forgot to order the bins. We have no bins!” Her dark eyes filled with tears. “No bins,” she croaked.

“Alright, take it easy,” her brother said, standing. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Like what? It’s too late to get anything else!”

“Well…how bout milk crates?” Jackie suggested.

“Yeah, sounds great, but where are we going to get, like, fifty crates?” Angie asked.

A light bulb went off in Hyde’s head. “I think I have an idea.”

Meanwhile…

“How could you think it was okay to miss Thanksgiving?” Kitty asked as she stood behind the green chair where Red sat. Eric sat adjustment from them on the couch, hunched forward. “You might as well have ripped my heart out and dipped it in my delicious giblet gravy!”

“It’s not just Thanksgiving,” Red said. “You used to have goals and ambitions. But now, one week you’re chasing butterflies and then the next, you’re skating around the neighborhood dressed like Liberace.”

“Did it ever occur to you guys that I have no idea what I’m doing?” Eric argued. “I’m scared, okay?”

“Of what, honey?” Kitty asked. “We got rid of that spooky lamp from your room.”

He shook his head. “Look, my whole life, I’ve done nothing but to try and please other people. So, I don’t feel like I know who I am or what I want to do with my life.”

“You need a government job. Like a mailman,” Red said bluntly. “Something simple and repetitive.”

“No, no, no. You know he doesn’t do well in snow,” Kitty said and tapped her husband’s shoulder. “What about this? Margie told me her son is a chiropractor and she seems very happy.”

“You don’t get it. I don’t want to wake up in five years and hate my life,” Eric said.

“That’s unavoidable!” Red said, refusing to listen to Eric’s side.

“I just need more time to think.”

“You know what I got for my 18th birthday?” Red said. “A draft notice and a malaria vaccine. I didn’t have time to think.”

“Yeah, but Dad, wouldn’t it been helpful if you did?” Eric asked, bringing silence from his father.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” Red said gently. “I’ll give you six months to figure it out. But if you haven’t picked anything by then, you’ll do that chiropractic thing your mother said,” he said, pointing his thumb at her.

“But…I don’t even know what that is.”

“Oh, honey, it’s really simple. It’s like a doctor, but you don’t have to be smart,” Kitty responded.

--Scene Transition—

“How are we supposed to get those milk crates from him?” Y/n whispered as they watched the stocky milkman stack the crates from his truck. “We’d have to distract him or something.”

“Okay, who’s going to do it?” Jackie asked. “And don’t even think about volunteering me.”

It was quiet before Y/n stepped forward. “I’ll do it. Jackie, give me your lipstick.”

“What? No,” Hyde said, putting his arm in front of her. “I don’t feel comfortable you doing that."

"Oh, come on, it's not like I’m going to kiss him or anything.”

“Y/n, no offense, but I don’t think he’s going to want to get hit on by a pregnant teenager,” Donna said and smoothed out her jacket. “I’ll do it. Jackie, give me your lipstick.”

“Okay, but you chose a really weird time to get into makeup,” she responded and brought out her red lipstick from her purse.

“No, wait, I can do this!” Y/n argued. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“No, you’re married. To me,” Hyde reminded her. “I don’t like the idea of some guy making goo-goo eyes at you.”

“It’s not like I’m going to reciprocate,” she protested. “Look, I’ll just make him turn the other way so you guys can get the crates, that’s all.”

“No, Y/n.”

“Look, do you want them or not?!”

“Look, she can help me distract him,” Donna said. “He can make goo-goo eyes at me and she can help signal you.”

Hyde huffed and looked between the man and Y/n. “Fine. But no touching!”

“Fine,” Y/n mocked him.

“Fine,” he said and made a face at her at which she mirrored the same expression back at him.

“Real mature,” Jackie remarked.

“Just…stay behind to help,” Y/n said and walked towards the man with Donna. She swayed her hips to the side as she strode up to him.

“Hey handsome,” she greeted. He turned to look at the two pretty girls standing before him. “That’s a lotta milk crates you got there.”

“Ugh, I hate this,” Hyde complained, arms crossed with a scowl across his face as he watched Y/n and Donna flirt with the plump, shy man.

“Awe, well think of it this way buddy,” Fez said, clapping a hand on his back. “At least you’ll get free milk from now on.”

Jackie and Kelso couldn’t help but chuckle as Hyde glared at Fez. That didn’t stop Fez from laughing at his own joke, though. But it did make him step behind Jackie for protection as his laughter died down.

“You have a lot of crates to deliver,” Y/n continued. “You work so hard, don’t you?”

The man chuckled shyly and lifted his shoulders. “I guess, yeah.”

“That’s so awesome,” Donna said, smiling widely. “You must have all the ladies just want to rub those shoulders after a hard day’s work.” She lightly touched his shoulders, rubbing them a little.

“Not really,” he answered, happy that not one, but two beautiful girls were talking to him.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Y/n purred.

“Oh, God,” Hyde gagged.

“D-Doug,” he stuttered and chuckled uncomfortably.

Donna ran a hand down his arm. She gave it a quick squeeze.

“Wow, you are so strong!” she said. “This job probably helps out a lot with that, huh?”

Doug blushed and looked down at his feet. “Kinda.”

Donna and Y/n giggled as they turned his back to the group.

“You’re so cute,” Donna said. “Awe, come here, you!” She grabbed his shoulders and wrapped him in a tight hug. Y/n came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Donna and Y/n turned and made eye contact with everyone. Y/n motioned with a hand for everyone to quickly start grabbing the crates.

“Wow, this has never happened before,” Doug said, smiling proudly.

The group wasn’t very sly though as they started to make a ruckus with the crates; bumping and slamming the crates against each other as they threw some into the back of their respective vehicles.

Doug heard the noise and turned to look. Donna, in her panic, grabbed his face and slammed her lips against his. Y/n backed off with eyes wide as saucers and turned back to look at the group who wore the same expression.

Y/n was quick to snap out of it as she hurried over to them and stacked the crates into the bed of the camino.

After everyone was finished, Donna pulled away from a dazed Doug. She fist bumped his shoulder with her lips pressed into a thin line. “Nice to meet ya, Doug. I’ll see you around.”

He nodded, speechless and watched her walk away and around the corner. Once he was out of sight, Donna hoped into the vista cruiser with Y/n and Jackie and shivered.

“I can’t believe I kissed him!”

--Time Skip—

After everything was set up in the store, W.B had come by the store to drop off the keys to Steven and Angie. He was curious about the unfamiliar bins, but Steven swooped in and saved Angie from being chewed out.

“That was really nice of you,” she said, feeling relieved once W.B had walked away.

“I do that a lot, but people always seem so surprised,” he answered, but then smirked. “But it’s gonna cost ya. The smoke detectors come off and I get a little thing called a five day weekend.”

Angie turned to Y/n who was standing by Steven. “I’m sorry about before. Can we start over?”

Y/n shrugged, nodding. “I’d like that. There’s no use in fighting anyway. You’re going to be my children’s aunt after all.”

She smiled. “I would like to be there for them.”

“Good. I’d like that too.” Y/n placed her a hand on her growing belly. “And I think they will too.”

The next evening, everyone was hanging out in the basement, talking with music playing from the speakers.

“Have you guys thought about names, yet?” Donna asked.

Y/n’s lips went downward and looked at Steven. “No, actually. We should probably start thinking about that.”

“What were you thinking?” he asked her.

“You’re thinking ‘Jackie’!” Jackie exclaimed. “And then I can be her favorite aunt because she’d be named after the most beautiful girl ever.”

“No,” Steven said shortly.

“If it’s a boy, you should name him Michael,” Kelso said.

“Again, no,” Y/n said this time.

“Why not?!” he pouted.

“Because Fez is better!” Fez said.

“NO,” the couple said in unison.

“So, you’re going to name your babies some stupid name. I get it,” Jackie grumbled.

“We haven’t even thought about it yet!” Y/n exclaimed. “I am only 9 weeks.”

“Yeah, guys give them some space,” Eric said. “Whatever name they decide it will be great for their beautiful babies.”

“We’re not giving them your name either,” Y/n said flatly.

“Damn it,” Eric grumbled.

“Are you guys going to want to know the sex?” Donna asked.

“Donna, that is so gross for them to ask their kids when they start doing it!” Kelso chided.

“The sex of the babies, you nimrod,” Donna said, chuckling.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I don’t know. Do you want to know, Steven?”

He shrugged. “It’s up to you. What do you wanna do?”

She thought about it for a minute. “I think I want to be surprised.”

“Then we’ll go with that,” he responded, looking up at her from his lap. She gave him a crinkled smile before running her hand through his fro.

“Man, sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re married and about to become parents,” Kelso said. “And then I look at my daughter. We’re growing up, man!”

“Yeah,” Fez said with a distant look. “Can you imagine if Zack hadn’t dumped you that night? I wonder if you guys would still be together.”

“Why do you say that?” Y/n asked. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, because you know…you were so in love with Zack,” Jackie said.

“Or so I thought, but that relationship wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” she responded. “He was an immature, arrogant, piece of crap. And that’s if he hadn’t cheated on me. Trust me, what I felt for Zack isn’t the same I feel for Steven.”

Hyde rubbed her back and tightened his grip around her waist. He would never say it out loud, but he secretly loved it when she would remind everyone how much she loved him.

“Yeah, but it’s crazy to think that if he hadn’t done what he did to you that night, you and Steven probably wouldn’t have gotten together,” Donna pointed out.

“You really think so?�� Y/n asked, curiously. Thinking about an alternate path than the one she was on now did intrigue her, but it didn’t change how she had felt about Steven, even when she didn’t know it yet.

“Well, yeah,” Jackie said. “It’s like Zack awoke your love for him or something. That is so cute!”

“Or, he ran her into his arms making him the rebound,” Eric said under his breath and off-handedly.

“What?” Steven spit, eyeballing him.

“What?” Y/n asked bewildered.

“What?” Eric repeated, eyes wide and regretting now opening his mouth.

The room suddenly went deathly still. Jackie’s eyes widened as her gaze flit between the couple and Eric. Kelso’s mouth hung slightly open anticipating the biggest blowout since Eric found out about them. Fez sat there, frozen and with a popsicle halfway in his mouth. The ice from it burned his mouth, but he was afraid he was going to miss what was about to come. Donna sat there, appalled at her boyfriend, for once again, not shutting the hell up.

“How can you say that?!” Y/n asked.

“Oh, well…come on, Y/n!” He stuttered at first, but now he was at the point of no return. “Isn’t it a little convenient that you and Hyde got together on the most vulnerable night of your life? You were heartbroken, humiliated, and covered in goo. Zack dumped you and that same night you slept with Hyde! Are you going to sit there and have me think that you suddenly had feelings for him?”

“That’s not true!” Y/n shouted, standing from Hyde’s lap.

“Eric, shut. Up,” Donna said through her teeth.

Eric ignored her. “If it weren’t true, why are you getting so defensive?”

Y/n spluttered on her words, her brain running a million miles a minute. “Because what you’re saying is outrageous! How could you think I’d do that to Steven?”

“Why don’t you tell everyone who you originally wanted to hook up with?” he dared.

“Y/n, what’s he talking about?” Hyde asked and slowly stood to stand behind her.

Her heart rate picked up speed, sweat coating her palms. “What are you talking about Eric?” She struggled to keep her voice level.

“Eric. Stop. Talking,” Donna said a little bit louder this time.

“Y/n, what does he mean by that?” Hyde asked, a little bit more aggressive this time.

“Nothing,” she said shortly, eyes burning into Eric’s.

“Y/n.”

She broke away from his challenged glare and slowly turned to look at her husband. The man that she truly loved. But now her past was coming to bite her in the ass.

“Okay,” she started, smoothing her hair back before placing her hands gently on his biceps. “Remember: I was very vulnerable and stupid and naïve. And I love you so very much.”

His stomach twisted into knots when her demeanor changed.

“Spit it out, Y/n,” he said.

“That night when I came home from the party, I was wanting... to see...Kelso.”

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