#(some kids teased me or mimicked me or told me to 'do it again' but i dealt w them)
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(cw: tics, bullying)
Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.
Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)
'S just a shiver, I'm fine.
He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.
It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.
The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.
They got worse.
By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.
That year, he became the freak.
At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.
He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)
His tics got worse.
In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.
Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--
So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.
No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.
He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.
And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.
Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.
He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.
He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--
But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.
And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.
Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.
Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.
The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.
Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.
When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.
This one goes here, right?
Yeah.
On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.
It's okay. It's okay.
And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.
He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.
When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?
Steve kisses him.
And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.
One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.
Steve just says, Mine too.
#welcome to projection central#hand wrote this during a lecture today bc i was bored and realised a lot of ppl write/hc eddie as autistic and w adhd#but usually those are the only kinda neurodivergencies i see in fan content#(pretend thats a word)#but then i thought eddie having tics would make sense for his character and i have Experience to write from so#(disclaimer i was not bullied in school nor was i removed from classes (unless i left on my accord bc i wanted to hide in the bathroom))#(some kids teased me or mimicked me or told me to 'do it again' but i dealt w them)#(and the one kid that was really a dick ended up being rly nice by the time we graduated he's cool)#(and i got lucky w my teachers i think they were all very sweet and considerate)#(but i thought this story would make sense and go along with eddies story in the canon)#anyway give eddie tics#anotther hc that his tics calm down/stop when he's playing guitar and playing d&d#mine arent as bad as they were in high school but back then (and on bad days now) they usually calm down#when im focused on something or doing something i enjoy (ie drawing or painting or st)#steddie#steddie oneshot#eddie munson#eddie munson oneshot#steve harrington#steve harrington one shot#stranger things#stranger things one shot
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Billy Hargove x fem!reader
Request: Can you do Bily Hargrove /innocent reader?
No one, and I mean, no one, would've expected someone like Billy Hargrove to date someone like me.
Like, compared to him, I'm not... very experienced, in relationships and shit, so yeah him being actually interested and also this patient is very unexpected, even for me.
This never stopped him from being all touchy and clingy, he always manages to find an excuse to touch me, not that I'm complaining, he never pressured me into doing it.
That's why I want to give him a little treat. Or at least I'll try to.
Today we study together, he needs to pass English so I offer to help. I just might heva a good incentive in mind.
"Why, tell me, do I have to study this guy writing about this... foursome?" Billy asks me, bored.
We have to study "midsummer's night dream" by Shakespeare.
"Because one, it's not a foursome, two there's so much more to see if you just focus" I gently tell him.
"It's boring"
"It's really not" I tell him with a small laugh.
"It is"
"It's not, c'mon, focus.. for me?" I look at him with doe eyes to trying and convince him.
"You and those eyes of yours don't help me, you know? I can't focus with you beside me" he looks at my lips with a teasing grin.
"Billy" I say rolling my eyes and turning back at the notes in front of me.
"Y/n" he answers mimicking my tone.
I ignore him and start to write something on my notes when his hand moves to my leg.
"Y/n" he says again, using that tone he knows makes me melt.
I feel him moving right next to me, he then moves some of my hair away from my neck to start leaving kisses on my neck.
"Billy..." I warn.
"Yeah?" He not-so-nnocently asks.
"We need... w-we need to... we need to s-study" I stutter.
"How can I study when you stutter so prettily?" He teases.
I decide so suddenly move away, gaining a whine from him..
"How about this? We study, for each correct answer you get to either kiss me wherever you wsnt, or you get a kiss" I suggest.
I feel his face lighten up at the suggestion.
"Fine" he finally says.
We did study, he tried more, thank goodness.
He actually put some effort, which is already enough, if I think about it.
"So... where are my rewards?" He asks after we're done.
"Told you, each correct answer"
"Then ask me" he says.
"No, silly, at the test on Monday." I say, with a small smirk.
"There a test on Monday?" He asks surprised
"Why do you think we've been studying this whole time?" I ask laughing.
"I... you tricked me"
"I helped you study" I correct him.
"You little minx" he says.
"I'm just a good girlfriend who helped her boyfriend study" I shrug.
A week has passed, we had the test and we also got the results.
Billy and I decided to look at his while together at his house.
"So.. you think you did a good job?" I ask him.
"An amazing job" he says proudly.
"Let's see" I say starting to read his test.
"Okay... yeah... oh.."
"Well?" He asks expecting.
"You got 7 correct answer out of 10. Congratulations, baby"
"Ah ah!" He exclaims. "So? My rewards?"
"Well.. you got 7 correct answers so... you get 7 kisses wherever you want or you either kiss me wherever you want" I explain to him again.
He immediately pulls me to him looking downa at me.
"Wherever?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face, but a sweet tone, more to see if I'm actually comfortable with it.
To answer his question I just lead him to his bed.
"Wherever" I assure him.
Without hesitating he kisses me, sweetly but passionately.
"One" he says after pulling away.
He then moves to my neck kissing it hungrily.
"Two"
He then looks at me, one of his hand playing with the buttons of my shirt.
"Can.. I?" He asks.
I nod.
"Really?" He asks, incredulously.
"Yes" I laugh.
He looks at me like a kid allowed to have another slice of cake.
He unbutton my shirt, moving down to immediately kiss my chest, between my breasts.
"Three"
He moves to kiss my right boob.
"Four"
The left boob.
"Five"
He moves lower, but stops, looking at me.
He doesn't want to make me uncomfortable, I know that.
I take his hands and move the to my jeans, silently telling him he can remove them.
He does just that and remove my jeans.
"You're fucking perfect" he says, making me blush like crazy.
He kisses just above my panties.
"Six" he smirks.
"Fuck me" I suddenly say.
He looks at me as if I turned into an elephant.
"What?" He asks.
I take a deep breath grabbing his hand again.
"Fuck me..?" I half question.
"Are you asking me, sweetheart?" He teases climbing back up to face me.
"Mhmm" I nod.
"You sure? We don't have to"
"I want to"
"You really want to?" He asks again.
"Yes, Billy"
"Okay then, get dress" he tells me getting up.
"Uh?" I ask confused sitting up. "I don't understand" I half laugh.
He walks back to me kneeling in front of me.
"I want it to be perfect for you. I don't want it to be a reward for me, so now I'm taking you out on a proper date, a nice dinner wherever you like and then take care of you"
I'm a little surprised by his actions, he always manages to leave me speechless.
"Is that okay?" He asks with slight worried expression.
"Yeah.. yeah! Of course" I reassure him immediately.
I quickly get dress.
He then grabs my hand leading me out, but before getting put of the door he stops to kiss me sweetly.
"And that's seven" he smirks, dragging me out to his car, making me laugh.
My god.. he's gonna be the death of me.
Not that I'm complaining.
#stranger things x y/n#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#stranger things#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove#billy hargrove fluff
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— BRO, ASHLEY’S HERE
SUMMARY : dean goes all the way to make this slumber party magical, especially for his kids.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : bruce, wanda, and mavis again as oc children, sam winchester
WARNINGS/TAGS : angst, fluff, swearing, lots of teasing from little kids, kissing
WORD COUNT : 1.2K
A/N : except the reader’s name is definitely not ashley, it’s just a song by attack attack! that has nothing to do with the story, but it’s still a good song. I tried to copy WandaVision when I wrote this, that’s why one of the kids is named after her. and then I just liked Mavis when I was looking up random names online. I was in my feels, I don’t remember when I wrote this, lmao. x
Dean looked at Wanda and Mavis lovingly. Mavis adorably tried to put her colourful butterfly hair clips in his hair. It was longer now, so it wasn’t too hard, but he could tell that Mavis was trying to be gentle when the clips would snap shut between his locks of hair. Some butterfly clips were glittery, some were clear, others were simply different colours and she even had some in her own hair, in the pigtails Dean did an amazing job on.
Wanda giggled as she traced Dean’s lips with some of Y/N’ lip tint, careful not to overstrain his mouth or spill some of it on his and Y/N’ bed. Wanda carefully closed the bottle and grabbed some eyeshadow Y/N bought for them to play around with.
Meanwhile, Bruce was laughing at Dean while wearing his Batman pyjamas, insisting on being named Bruce Wayne as Dean had planned. Bruce was still participating by choosing the colours for the eyeshadow Wanda wanted to apply. Dean laughed with him too, letting Mavis’ baby fingers brush through his hair and put his honey hair into the smallest pigtails that almost matched hers.
“You’re so pretty, daddy,” Mavis told him happily, finished with her work.
“Thanks, honey,” Dean chuckled. Mavis pressed a sloppy kiss on his beard before she sat back on her legs and watched Wanda try her best in blending the lavender and baby blue eyeshadow in his eyelids. She blew softly on some of the extra dust just as Sam and Y/N’ voices echoed through the hallway of the bunker. Bruce was careful not to mess up Wanda as he got up excitedly to greet his mother and uncle.
“Hey, there Bee,” Y/N exclaimed happily. He patiently waited to hug her and instead offered to help her with the massive amount of snacks in her arms. “Thanks, sweetie,” she murmured, handing him a few bags of food as Sam laughed with amusement when he saw Dean.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, his face content despite his tone of voice.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Y/N giggled, she dumped the snacks on the bed and Sam placed the bottled drinks on Dean’s empty desk. Bruce copied Y/N and let the snacks fall onto the bed unceremoniously.
“I know, I look sexy, you wanna marry me again,” he flirted, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She smiled and rolled her eyes, Wanda and Mavis both scrambled towards the snacks with Bruce to choose their favourites. Sam started to load the Disney+ app on the television as Y/N kissed Dean’s tinted lips.
“You look lovely,” she whispered against his lips. Her thumb swiped across his freckled cheekbone, and she smiled at him lovingly, a look he easily returned when he took her wrist and kissed it gently.
“I look ridiculous,” he whispered back. He was still grateful and flattered by her words, like always, and she mimicked the kiss he placed on her wrist. She took his own hand and kissed his wrist softly, knowing how much he loved the tenderness of her affection.
“You look like the most incredible father in the entire universe,” she murmured against his sunny and freckled skin. He knew he couldn’t argue with that and he smiled, watching her pull away, dazed and enchanted. She twirled his tiny pigtail with her finger and laughed, watching Sam, Mavis, Wanda, and Bruce picking their snacks and drinks, leaving her and Dean to choose last.
Since it was the winter holiday and the kids had two weeks off, Dean and Y/N compromised to let the kids stay awake a bit late, the most they could do is midnight. It was seven twenty-five, so there was plenty of time to get the Marvel movie marathon going for the rest of the two weeks at night. They’d start in order, with Captain America: The First Avenger which was PG-13 anyway, safe for the kids. Not that they were safe from Dean’s potty mouth.
Eileen was busy, so Sam spent his time with his nieces and nephew without her. Y/N was happy for them, especially now that they've won. Y/N remembered helping Jack taking the variants of Sam and Dean that were in Rio back to their universe and saving Cas from the Empty, but he wasn't quite ready to face his family. Dean was desperate for his best friend. Y/N tried making him understand that Cas needed some time and he’d make his way back to them.
Sometimes Dean was happily caught up in the fact that they were married or pregnant, but sometimes losing the man he considered his brother and best friend was too much. Cas saved him from Hell, Cas was his only best friend. Dean didn’t have one like him before, in all his life, never this deep, this real. Cas was kind to him and he loved Dean, just because. Just like Y/N. Just like Sam. Dean loved him.
Sam squeezed himself into a blue bean bag, massive enough to hold him and Bruce copied him, plopping down on the black one right next to him. He sunk into it, and shimmied playfully before relaxing, and Y/N smiled. She turned off the lights, letting Sam control the settings on the television. Wanda and Mavis laid down on their stomachs at the foot of the bed and Dean went back to where he was, settled against the pillows. She joined him, smiling affectionately, completely amused as he rubbed off some of the makeup.
All of them remained warm in their pyjamas, happily resting in Dean's darkened room, the light of Marvel’s intro illuminating the room and they all felt content. Even Dean, who’d been working on getting used to everything, freedom from all the strings that had controlled him his whole life like a puppet. With Y/N, his kids, Sam and Eileen, it was easier, it was amazing, like a dream. A dream he didn’t doubt anymore. For the first time, he wasn’t afraid, he wasn't worried or stressed, hurt or frustrated.
He looked around the room, watching Sam toast his Coke with Bruce’s Sprite, a little smile grew on his face. His eyes trailed to Wanda and Mavis who giggled quietly, giddy, sharing their snacks and asking if they liked it. His eyes watered because it was real and it was his. He gazed over at Y/N, watching her excited eyes analyse every part of the scene where Red Skull was trying to get the Tesseract. A block of Cadbury chocolate pressed against her lips, invested more in the movie than her melting snack, he wiped his eyes subtly to admire the coruscating rings on her finger, the endless and eternal promise of their love.
She turned to look at him, but he didn’t look away, even though he was crying. And she seemed to know exactly why. Because she gazed around the room quickly, looking for what had stirred these feelings in him, and then she looked back at him before quietly wrapping her arms around him, whispering loving words against his neck until he pulled away.
He kissed her. To him, it was a checkpoint, an affirmation that no one was going anywhere, that he was safe, that they were all safe. Her love was as endless as the universe. He understood it now, how it grew, how it never ended, how ancient and forever it was, and he adored her for it.
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Billy Hargrove x fem!reader
This is the first stranger things request I ever got so.. I hope you guys like it🤞😂
If you want to request a story, go headed.
Requested: Can you do billy Hargrove/innocent reader.
By @Rissy1012
No one, and I mean, no one, would've expected someone like Billy Hargrove to date someone like me.
Like, compared to him, I'm not... very experienced, in relationships and shit, so yeah him being actually interested and also this patient is very unexpected, even for me.
This never stopped him from being all touchy and clingy, he always manages to find an excuse to touch me, not that I'm complaining, he never pressured me into doing it.
That's why I want to give him a little treat. Or at least I'll try to.
Today we study together, he needs to pass English so I offer to help. I just might heva a good incentive in mind.
"Why, tell me, do I have to study this guy writing about this... foursome?" Billy asks me, bored.
We have to study "midsummer's night dream" by Shakespeare.
"Because one, it's not a foursome, two there's so much more to see if you just focus" I gently tell him.
"It's boring"
"It's really not" I tell him with a small laugh.
"It is"
"It's not, c'mon, focus.. for me?" I look at him with doe eyes to trying and convince him.
"You and those eyes of yours don't help me, you know? I can't focus with you beside me" he looks at my lips with a teasing grin.
"Billy" I say rolling my eyes and turning back at the notes in front of me.
"Y/n" he answers mimicking my tone.
I ignore him and start to write something on my notes when his hand moves to my leg.
"Y/n" he says again, using that tone he knows makes me melt.
I feel him moving right next to me, he then moves some of my hair away from my neck to start leaving kisses on my neck.
"Billy..." I warn.
"Yeah?" He not-so-nnocently asks.
"We need... w-we need to... we need to s-study" I stutter.
"How can I study when you stutter so prettily?" He teases.
I decide so suddenly move away, gaining a whine from him..
"How about this? We study, for each correct answer you get to either kiss me wherever you wsnt, or you get a kiss" I suggest.
I feel his face lighten up at the suggestion.
"Fine" he finally says.
We did study, he tried more, thank goodness.
He actually put some effort, which is already enough, if I think about it.
"So... where are my rewards?" He asks after we're done.
"Told you, each correct answer"
"Then ask me" he says.
"No, silly, at the test on Monday." I say, with a small smirk.
"There a test on Monday?" He asks surprised
"Why do you think we've been studying this whole time?" I ask laughing.
"I... you tricked me"
"I helped you study" I correct him.
"You little minx" he says.
"I'm just a good girlfriend who helped her boyfriend study" I shrug.
A week has passed, we had the test and we also got the results.
Billy and I decided to look at his while together at his house.
"So.. you think you did a good job?" I ask him.
"An amazing job" he says proudly.
"Let's see" I say starting to read his test.
"Okay... yeah... oh.."
"Well?" He asks expecting.
"You got 7 correct answer out of 10. Congratulations, baby"
"Ah ah!" He exclaims. "So? My rewards?"
"Well.. you got 7 correct answers so... you get 7 kisses wherever you want or you either kiss me wherever you want" I explain to him again.
He immediately pulls me to him looking downa at me.
"Wherever?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face, but a sweet tone, more to see if I'm actually comfortable with it.
To answer his question I just lead him to his bed.
"Wherever" I assure him.
Without hesitating he kisses me, sweetly but passionately.
"One" he says after pulling away.
He then moves to my neck kissing it hungrily.
"Two"
He then looks at me, one of his hand playing with the buttons of my shirt.
"Can.. I?" He asks.
I nod.
"Really?" He asks, incredulously.
"Yes" I laugh.
He looks at me like a kid allowed to have another slice of cake.
He unbutton my shirt, moving down to immediately kiss my chest, between my breasts.
"Three"
He moves to kiss my right boob.
"Four"
The left boob.
"Five"
He moves lower, but stops, looking at me.
He doesn't want to make me uncomfortable, I know that.
I take his hands and move the to my jeans, silently telling him he can remove them.
He does just that and remove my jeans.
"You're fucking perfect" he says, making me blush like crazy.
He kisses just above my panties.
"Six" he smirks.
"Fuck me" I suddenly say.
He looks at me as if I turned into an elephant.
"What?" He asks.
I take a deep breath grabbing his hand again.
"Fuck me..?" I half question.
"Are you asking me, sweetheart?" He teases climbing back up to face me.
"Mhmm" I nod.
"You sure? We don't have to"
"I want to"
"You really want to?" He asks again.
"Yes, Billy"
"Okay then, get dress" he tells me getting up.
"Uh?" I ask confused sitting up. "I don't understand" I half laugh.
He walks back to me kneeling in front of me.
"I want it to be perfect for you. I don't want it to be a reward for me, so now I'm taking you out on a proper date, a nice dinner wherever you like and then take care of you"
I'm a little surprised by his actions, he always manages to leave me speechless.
"Is that okay?" He asks with slight worried expression.
"Yeah.. yeah! Of course" I reassure him immediately.
I quickly get dress.
He then grabs my hand leading me out, but before getting put of the door he stops to kiss me sweetly.
"And that's seven" he smirks, dragging me out to his car, making me laugh.
My god.. he's gonna be the death of me.
Not that I'm complaining.
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AITA for refusing to be my bestfriend's son's godmother?
CW : sexual assault
If there is one thing that is well-known in my school is that me and my bestfriend are two-peas-in-a-pod, sisters in everything but blood, twin flames, platonic soulmates. We had been friends since the start of middle school and we share a lot of similarities and interests. We really get along so well and I had always been happy and content just to have her beside me. I thought nothing would ever come between. That is, until he came into our lives in freshman year of high school.
Honestly, he wasn't that bad at first, he was actually amazing. Our duo became a trio and we had an amazing rest of our high school years. They were some of the best memories I have and to this day, in freshly out of university, it only brings me pain. Everything changed when my best friend noticed that this guy's attention to me was a little... too much to be considered platonic. And I admit that I had enjoyed the attention. She- my bestfriend- one day found out that this guy and I have started hooking up and she didn't like it. She never actually told me the reason why but I just remember her eye-ing us intensely whenever we sit next to each other. For some reason, she started copying me. My way of dressing, my mannerisms, flirting with the guy and all. I wasn't upset with that, not even jealous, I just teased her of being my fan. Then it happened.
Apparently, my bestfriend dressing and acting like me was something this guy took as a sign that she also wanted to hook up with him so he made a move. They slept together. She didn't consent to it. And to my utter shock, she blamed the guy AND ME. She said that since she was mimicking me in terms of fashion and mannerism, it was technically my fault that this guy forced her to sleep with him. I was so shock when this happened because I never told her nor forced her to mimic me. I never told the guy to force her because she resembled me at that moment. Yes, I was sad and angry of the guy because of what he did but I don't think it's fair to call me his accomplice! I never wanted that to happen to her of all people.
She stopped talking to me after that. Didn't let me explain, nothing. We reached sophomore year of university, she exchanged schools, blocked me in every social media account and according to our mutual friend, every time she suggests unblocking me and letting me explain my side, she would straight up say "Hell no!" and say that she didn't wanna talk to the person who aided the loss of her dignity. Through the last 2 years of my university, I held onto the hope that she'll talk to me again because I missed her and I really wanted my soul sister back.
Now here's the kicker.
She contacted me yesterday. Not for closure, no, for an invite to be her newborn son's godmother. I was ecstatic at first because that means she will start talking to me again, right? My joy ended when I found out that the boy's father WAS THE SAME GUY. Somewhere in the 2 years she kept on refusing to talk to me, she talked to this guy again, they got together, she got pregnant, and now they're also planning a wedding. Now I don't blame the kid, of course not, but what made me decline was how could she have talked and bonded to the person who DID steal her dignity yet refuse to talk to me WHO HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT? Me, her bestfriend of so many years...
And now the news of me declining her invitation to be her son's godmother got out and people- our friends, her and his family, even my own mom!- are calling me cruel and cold-hearted for refusing the honor to be a child's godparent. They said that since my bestfriend was able to put what happened behind her then I should to as well. That she didn't contact me because she needed space ( she needed space from me and apparently not to the one that caused it, god- ). I don't know. In any other situation, I would've gladly be her son's godmother but the pain of that realization that she stayed away from me yet let that man near is still so fresh that I couldn't bring it to myself to be anywhere near or even have any connection to them...
Am I really the asshole for refusing?
What are these acronyms?
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Guess who's back again for the All 4 1 Prompt Challenge, *pulls down shades* this bitch 😎
Raph x Fem!reader
Game of Chicken
Warnings: pocky, feelings, sneaky and flustered Raph, spelling mistakes,
You almost felt bad for laughing.
Almost.
It was just too good to not tease him.
It was early February and apparently Raph had finally decided to ask his crush out....but he chickened out at the last second.
Mikey was talking about it in the kitchen -to who he thought was Leo's girlfriend- but was actually you.
Since then you'd made almost every joke under the sun about him needing to "grow a pair" and just get the guts to ask this girl out.
Of course, you weren't being serious and all the comments didn't really mean anything, and you would apologize later. But later was later, now was a different story.
"Never thought I'd live to see the day when Mr. Big Man himself would back down from something," You laughed from your spot on the couch. Raph was coming out of the kitchen with a water bottle.
You and Mikey had been watching some new Netflix show, chatting, and snacking.
"It....just wasn't right!" He retorted, taking a long drink of the water. He sent a menacing glare to Mikey who was also on the couch.
"I wonder what other things you've backed down from and just haven't told us," He rolls his eyes at your comment, going to the weight room.
"Hey, Y/n, maybe cut it out with some of the teasing, he's already beating himself up over it," Mikey nudged your arm, throwing a sympathetic look over your shoulder.
You scoffed. "Are you kidding me? This is great! I'll only do a little more then I'll stop," You pat his large arm, then an idea hit you. "Wait, I've got it!"
You hop up off the couch, much to Mikey's protests and dig through the pantry. Getting your snack you go into the weight room.
Raph's sitting on a leather bench, doing arm curls with a ridiculously huge dumbell. He glanced up at you, sighing heavily and looking to the floor.
"You wanna talk about it, big guy?" You open the box of pocky, eating a stick and leaning up against the doorway.
"No." He simply grunts out, still not meeting your eyes.
"Might make you feel better," He says nothing. "Come on, were they really that bad?"
"It had nothing to do with 'em, it was me," He grunts out, wanting to say the bare minimum so you'd leave.
"Do you at least have a good excuse as to why you chickened out?"
His head whips up, voice louder than he wanted. "I ain't no chicken!"
"Wanna prove it?"
Normally when you challenge Raph to something, you see his face harden before he stands up and matches your cocky energy.
But his face was soft, eyes wide, unmoving: it seemed like he stopped breathing.
You pulled out a fresh chocolate pocky stick, walking in front of him. "Ever played pocky?"
He swallowed hard, simply shaking his head.
"It's simple," You straddle the bench, facing his side with your feet on either side of the bench.
He sets the weight down on the ground and swings his leg over, mimicking you, still not meeting your eyes.
"We each put an end of the pocky stick in our mouths, and we ate the stick until we get to the middle." You smirk meeting his eyes. "First person to pull away loses. You in?"
He nodded again, elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
You put the end of the pocky stick in your mouth, leaning forward, he hesitated for a moment before wrapping his lips around the chocolate treat.
"I'll go first," You take a small bite, not breaking eye contact with him.
You both go back and forth for a minute, taking small nibbles of the treat. You'd never been this close to his face, as you waited for him to take his turn, you studied him.
He had large plump lips, a scar going across his chin, and large expressive eyes. You noticed all the different shades of green that made up his scales, and the old worn nature of his mask.
He cleared his throat, nudging your knee with his. "Yer turn," He mumbled.
It was then you realized how close you really were, you had scooted closer, his knees on the outside of yours, hands leaning against the leather so you could get closer.
Hell, you were practically in his lap.
Why had you done this again? You wanted to see if he would chicken out like before, but what if he didn't? You couldn't kiss him, he liked someone else!
But your dignity was now on the line as well, you couldn't just give up! Damn you, pocky!
You took another small bite, barely moving. You were seriously regretting this now, you should have listened to Mike-
Raphs large hands cupped your face, holding you close as your lips touched. For a moment it felt nice, he was soft and warm, and- WAIT, no this wasn't supposed to happen!
You pulled away, covering you mouth. "Why...?" You swallowed all the pocky, staring at him with large eyes. He ate his as well, thanking his maker he couldn't blush.
"Did I go too far?" He looked very sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought the game either ended when ya kiss or someone pulls away,"
"No, that's how you play, I just...." You drop your hand. "Why did you kiss me? You have a crush, it's not fair to them!"
Raph raised a brow ridge. "You really are dense sometimes," He shook his head, running a hand down his face.
"What? No, you don't like me," You dismissed, feeling your neck flush. "Mikey wouldn't have told me earlier if it was me,"
"Mikey didn't want to tell ya," His voice went soft, shoulders hunched. "He thought he was talkin' to Leo's girl, you weren't meant to know,"
"Wait, but when were you going to tell me?"
"A few days ago when we went to that basketball court at midnight," He looked down, rubbing his palms together.
Your face flushed as red as his mask, reaching out to touch his knee, making him look up at you.
"You really like me?"
"Yeah, I really do, you drive me crazy," He cleared his throat. "It's alright if you don't feel the same-"
You launched forward, throwing your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up onto the seat and on his spread thighs, burying your face into his neck.
"I like you too!" He sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you snug against his chest.
Opening his eyes and looking over your shoulder, Raph gave a thumbs up to Mikey who was in the doorway.
Mikey smirked, eating his own box of strawberry pocky, walking away to go tell the others.
Raphs plan worked like a charm.
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Bad Batch Actor AU! Interview with Hunter Snippets
Continuing with the AU fun, imagining some fun stuff with each member of the show being interviewed behind the scenes. A few snippets with Hunter (and more stuff is always free to be added on or shared!)
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Interviewer: “So have the writers told you any spoilers for the show or your character?”
Hunter: *laughs* “I have tried to ask Dave, Athena, Jennifer, Brad, anyone-am I or anyone on the squad going to die by the end of the show, like what’s going to happen to them? *laughs again, putting his face in his hand* “A-and Dave just puts a hand on my shoulder, smiles, and gives me a look. And I have no idea what that means! *laughing harder* Like, Dave, please is that good or bad-I never know with him, and he’s relishing in it!”
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Interviewer: “What was it like first meeting Omega? Your characters have a special bond, what’s that like off the camera?”
Hunter: “I was actually at the auditions for the role, Dave and the others let me come along to help the process of finding that right person to be alongside us. And *snaps fingers* it was like that. I saw her and I felt it-j-just like in the show actually! I told Dave and that was how I knew-that’s our kid. And she’s fantastic. I went on the floor with her and ran part of the script with her and it just cemented it. She was a little shy at first when she actually saw that I was there for the auditions, but then she just blossomed out and was so excited. She’s a little spitfire, we have a lot of fun off-camera.
Interview: “So are there any emotions in scenes that are just you then with her?”
Hunter: “Oh absolutely! *laughs* I do get nervous with her stunts sometimes-even though it’s completely safe. We practically baby-proof those stunts for her, every precaution we can think of. Actually the brig scenes in the pilot, Omega improved mimicking me so that smile that gets caught in there was all me. I couldn’t help but be amused. It’s a lot of the smiles cause she really does make you smile watching her act and be this character.”
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Interviewer: “Would you say you’re still the leader off-camera and out of character for this group? Does that carry over in any way?”
Hunter: “Some yes, some no. I mean Echo’s been doing this longer than any of us so he really exuberates a leader type of role at times. They like to tease me about being leader off-camera-especially Crosshair *laughs*. And if they get into “trouble” they like to point the finger at me cause i’m the fearless leader so i’m responsible apparently *laughs again*.
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Interviewer: “What has been the most difficult thing to film so far through the series for you?”
Hunter: “Ahhhh...that’s a tough one. There’s a lot of hard work and careful planning put into a lot of scenes. For myself-i’ll say season 1′s finale opening of running through the hallways under bombardment. We’ve got a practical set, and there’s actual sparks, smoke, and controlled fireworks going off while they’ve got the hallway pieces set up to actually tilt and shake a little. It was a lot of practice to get it right, not trip over things, and not accidentally put yourself too close to those effects they were going to set off. I almost had one go off right in my face! Doesn’t help that even at the start those Kamino hallways they made are always so slippery! *laughs* I ran into a wall at least 5 times.”
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Tax evasion
"Now remember, if you're gonna eat the rich go for the ones with nice teeth, that means they eat good. Y'know like if you eat wagyu 'cus the cows are fed with fancy grass"
Everything was so bright at night. Maybe it was just his super cool eyes though. That's what Paul always told him.
Paul told Laddie lots of things. Like sharks only exist in Hollywood movies, yellow snow is bad but the kind he uses makes his brain go fast, if you're trying to get someone to find you cute just widen your eyes and cry a little.
He did that once, and an old lady bought him cotton candy and a comic book.
But now he was lost. His big sister, Star, wasn't out with him tonight and his brothers had kept him by their bikes. Laddie was bored, so naturally, he just walked towards the fun rides he liked to go on, no one tried to stop him so he assumed it was ok.
Only he didn't have any money, and the mean man at the big dipper said he was too tiny.
He wasn't tiny, he was almost five feet tall now!
Oh well.
Hey look ice cream-
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You were bored.
You had an insatiable need to do something much more interesting than, this.
For some reason, your friends thought going to the fair to play all the rigged games was the best thing in the universe. Not like there was a literal roller coaster or anything.
Good thing your glasses made you motion sick otherwise the big dipper would run your finances into the ground.
A figure bumped into you, something small with long brown hair that cascaded over its eyes. A child, and a rather scrawny one at that.
He began to apologise, eyes filling with worry as he stumbled back, tiny hands gripping his coat. You crouched down, giving him a warm smile and meeting his eyes with your own, "hey- hey kid, its okay, its okay."
The boy leaned into your hand as it smoothed down the side of his head, your words reasurring him.
"Whats wrong little man? You lost?" He nodded and you mimicked his pout, quickly replacing it with a teasing grin, "you want me to help you find them?"
When he shook his head you frowned, eyes raking over his body to check for any possible signs of damage. He looked ok, but he was still cowering away from you and keeping fairly quiet.
"Wanna stick with me?" I mean why not, if his family were looking for him they would find him soon enough, it was better than abandoning him to fend for himself.
His head bobbed forward, once, then again and you brought him into a gentle hug. When you pulled away he was smiling sweetly, "come on, lets get you fed. You allergic to anything?"
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It must have been at least an hour since he had bumped into you.
And the boy had an appetite, you would give him that. Once you took him over to a stand he pointed at, selling asian cuisine, he asked for noodles. Just noodles.
No wonder he looked so grey.
Of course you had ordered something more than that, some noodles as requested, but a side of orange chicken and steamed broccoli with soy sauce on top. He winced at the little green things, but you promised to buy him cotton candy if he ate half of them, oh so kindly offering to eat the rest for him after.
Now you were both sat at the end of the pier, a leg swung over either side as you faced each other. Laddie, as he told you his name was, was watching you with wide wonderous eyes as you talked.
Being older, and smarter, you had decided to share your knowledge with him. His little head was nodding, taking in everything eagerly.
"And what did I say about filing your taxes kid?"
He looked down and you could see his brain working, then a wide grin grew on his face, beaming, "always take cash when you can, never count it and then you don't have to pay taxes on it!"
You laughed, clapping your hands and pinching his cheeks, "thats right kid and remember-"
"Laddie!" hearing a female voice cry out the name of the boy beside you you turned, holding his shoulder so he wouldn't fall as he did the same.
A young woman ran around the edge of the pier, followed closely by a group of equally attractive young men.
Laddie shouted back, letting you held him down before running to the woman he had called 'Star'.
She was pretty, eyes wide and wild, you assumed from the anxiety of losing the little boy. Behing her a thick mane of permed chocolate toned hair fanned out, going just past her shoulders and bouncing with her movements.
You didn't pay much attention to the boys, more focused on the little one leaping into her arms.
Climbing down you shuffled over, smiling awkwardly at them, "I'm guessing you're his-?". You trailed off before you could finish, she couldn't be older than twenty, surely she hadn't birthed him.
"Sister, I'm his sister," it felt like a lie, but you didn't push. The way Laddie clung to her like a safety net told you everything.
He was safe.
Nodding with her words you shuffled away slightly, no longer in your relaxed state as five pairs of eyes set themselves on you.
None of you spoke, your eyes shifting awkwardly until you met the gaze of the brunette who had a very interesting flag hanging out of his back pocket.
"So you're commies?"
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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 12 - The White Lily
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Chapter 12 - The White Lily
chapter word count: 1.7k words
~4 months later~
~9 months before Present Day~
~Emilia's POV~
After that day a few months ago, it was like Hyo completely turned. Not only she became friendly to me, but she would also ask me to go out often, she would want to spend time together by teaching me how to cook, she wanted to go to more missions together, and she was actually making an effort to be an active part of my life.
I started feeling guilty for treating her so badly the first few months I was here, and I could barely remember why I was acting that way.
"See? I told you she was a nice girl." Chan said almost proudly, caressing my hair.
The night found me and him once again embraced naked under his sheets, my head resting on his chest.
"How do you like having a good friend for once?"
"What, is she the only friend I have? I also have Jeongin!" I joked.
"You seem closer to her than anyone else lately, though!"
"Even you?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Naur. It would hurt me right here if you were closer to someone else!" he put his free hand next to my head, mimicking a heartache.
"I mean... we do spend a lot of time together, but it's not like I trust her with my life or even like her."
"You say that, but I know that deep down you enjoy her company."
"Pfft, fine, you win, I was a bitch for nothing." I chuckled.
"You both were, but I'm glad to finally see you getting along." Chan kissed my forehead.
"I never asked, but why do you care about her so much? I think I heard you call her your little sister at one point..."
"Hmm... Yes, it's my nickname for her. That's because... she reminds me of my little sister, I guess?" he chuckled. "She was actually my little sister's best friend back in the day, she's one of the few that stood by my side when all's gone to shit, and I know for a fact that she has Stray Kids' best interests in mind no matter what."
"Hmmm... I see. That makes sense."
"They were literally inseparable, and Dad was soo mad because of it." Chan chuckled again, sparkle in his eyes mentioning his late family.
"How so?"
"Hyo's mother was actually one of the maids at our old house, so Hyo was supposed to be a maid initially, when she would grow up. However, being only a bit older than my sis, they kinda grew up together. Had all these common interests and such. Eventually, Dad allowed her to train with us, so she can learn how to protect my sis."
"Yea? So how was she like? Your sister, I mean."
"Disobedient." He laughed. "She could light up every room, no matter what. Her and my mom had that special talent."
"I'm sure you miss them a lot." I smiled softly.
Hearing Chan open up in front of me again had to be one of the best feelings in the world. He didn't do so often, but when he was in the mood to talk, when he allowed himself to be vulnerable, he would grab my whole attention instantly.
He made me want to give this feeling inside my chest a name.
"Mhm, I do. But you know what?" he chuckled.
"What?"
"I'm no longer that lonely anymore."
"Hmmmm, is that so?" I teased.
"For real."
"You know... I could really get used to this. Just staying like this with you... having a peaceful life..."
"What would you do if you weren't in a Mafia?" Chan asked, curiosity audible in his tone.
"Hmm... if I weren't in a Mafia? Maybe live somewhere warm, own a flower shop, only tranquil days..."
"I can see myself retiring a few years from now. We can run away somewhere in Sicily, have a couple kids..."
"Kids?!" I chuckled.
"Yea, I always thought I'd want some of my own." He smiled.
"You'd make a great dad."
"And you'd make a great mom."
"You're just saying that to be nice!" I laughed. "You know I'm super awkward around children."
"Yea, I saw when we went to the orphanage the other day." He said and started laughing, earning a playful slap on the chest. "But don't worry, it's different when they're yours."
"You really think so?"
"Mhm. Plus, we'd be doing it all together."
"Hmmm." I hummed. "I like the sound of that."
"I'll teach you how to be less awkward!"
"Aaaand there you go, ruining it!" I joked and pinched his side, making him squirm.
"You're only mad cause it's true!"
"I'm not mad!" I stood up and grabbed a pillow, hitting his head. "Take this! This is mad!"
He managed to grab the pillow from my hands and to get above me, pinning me down.
"It's 3 AM again" he said, lowering his face and pressing our lips together.
"Mhm, we should sleep. Big day tomorrow." I embraced him.
"I can't believe 4 months already went by so quickly."
"Me neither. How much money do you think we'll make selling those weapons?"
"Hmm" Chan was lost in thought. "At least... 50 million?"
"Wait, what?!" I asked, surprised. This was way more than I expected.
"Yea, big batch. We also invested a ton into this, so it's only natural we'd make 10 times as much."
"You already have buyers?"
"Our usual customers and a couple more. Hyo and Momo worked their asses off to make this happen."
"Shit, we'll be rich."
"We are already, but yea, we'll definitely be richer." He laughed. "Let's sleep!" he exclaimed, getting off me and going back to his side of the bed.
"I don't think I'm tired enough." I chuckled.
"Want me to sing you a song?"
"Hmm, a lullaby, why not?" I closed my eyes and smiled gently.
Chan started humming softly, and I could feel myself slowly drifting off to sleep.
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"It's great to just be able to stay like this with you." Jeongin smiled clinking our tea cups together and taking a sip.
"Yea, it's good to have the house to ourselves." I smiled.
Everyone else went to get the shipment and meet clients to start selling immediately.
"So, remind me again, why were you punished to stay home?" he laughed.
"I wasn't punished! Good God-"
"Just joking! It's so much better that you're home anyway. I get to spend some quality time with you."
"Feels like a lifetime ago we went to the Overpass, huh?" I smiled, reminiscing about that day. It's only been a few months, but it does feel like a lifetime ago. So many things changed.
"It does! Where the hell have you been, loca?" he asked with a big grin.
"Please don't quote Twilight right now." I started laughing.
"No but for real, I missed spending time with you like this..."
"I missed you too, Innie." I smiled shily. "Besides, it's pretty hard to not meet my best friend and vent."
"Thought you had a new best friend now." He winked and gave me a nudge with his elbow.
"No way! You'll always be my number one."
"My number one, what's there to vent about? Thought life was going great."
"... yea, it's going great..." I smiled, shaking my head.
"So what's been bothering you?"
"I just feel weird... all this tranquillity... it strangely feels like the calm before the storm, you know what I mean?"
That was true. Even though the past few months were uneventful, no matter how hard I tried to force myself to go to Hyunjin's greenhouse and paint something over the black canvas, I just... couldn't.
"Emi, you're always worrying. Give yourself a chance to be happy for once, please."
"It's just... wrong... I don't know why I feel like this or how to describe it."
"Because you keep thinking you don't deserve happiness. But you do! You deserve everything good in this world!" he spoke passionately.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"No, I'm saying this because I mean it. Stop overthinking things!" he gave my forehead a flick.
"Ouch! Don't look at me like that or I might fall in love with you." I joked, watching as Jeongin was growing shy.
"Don't joke like that, my God!" he whined, laughing.
"Why, do you like me?" I asked, bringing my face closer to his.
We stared in each other's eyes for a bit, until he averted his gaze and changed the subject, coughing slightly.
Hm?
"So, what should we do today?
"Oh, I know!" I slapped my knees. "Let's grab a bite and watch a movie! You pick."
"Twilight!" Jeongin exclaimed excitedly.
"Nooooo!" both of us laughed happily. "Something else!"
"Do you have a favourite genre?"
"Yes! Noir! Or... drama?"
"Pfft. Why did I even ask? I think we'll see Twilight after all."
"You've seen it how many times now?!"
The rest of the day went by quickly, Jeongin's presence radiating warmth and peace.
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~Third person POV~
Alone under the soft moonlight, Emilia was nervously fidgeting a small golden key with her fingers.
"Huh." she sighed deeply. "Come on, Emilia. You can do this."
The quiet encouragements proved themselves useful as she finally twisted the key in the lock.
Her steps became sure and heavy; with the same resolution she uncovered the black canvas of her soul.
"You can do this." She repeated.
"It's time to let everything go. You won't be betrayed again." She whispered lowly to herself as she grabbed her choice of colors: white, green, and brown.
With each stroke of her brush, she would inaudibly whisper another encouragement.
"You can love." White specks started decorating the canvas.
"You can start over." She traced green lines behind the white spots.
"You can be loved." Changing the brush, she added small dots on top of the white.
"And you can trust, for you'll never be alone again." She focused on the last details. God knows how many hours she spent there, pouring out her soul.
"You are no longer a Rose, Emilia." She told herself sternly, writing the name of her work of art in the left corner.
"Rebirth." She breathed in. "Yes... This shall be... my rebirth."
She placed her brush down and took a glance at the canvas, smiling genuinely.
A white lily stood proudly on top of what was once a dark abyss, its majesty drawing her in. The morning's shy sunrays caressed the petals, indicating her that it was time to go to sleep.
"Perhaps I will have a pleasant dream." Emilia smiled, locking the greenhouse and lazily making her way back to the house through the beautiful garden, sublime at this morning hour.
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Chapter 11 | Chapter 13
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Hi! For the onehot ideas for Kate and Nat.
Maybe, it's the anniversary of the death of Kate's dad and it hits her hard. She doesn't tell anybody but nobody but Nat can catch the signs. So, obviously Nat's helping her and they bond over being without parents or stuff like that. Learning about how her dad called her "Katie" , why she hates it and memories like that. You write angst so well soooo I hope this is not a totally shitty idea and I made some sense phrasing it. Either way, whatever you write, I'll love it regardless. And i'm really glad you started enjoying writing again! Have a nice day! 🤍
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! And that means the world to hear that you like the way I write my angsty fics 🥺💖
This one was a great idea, and I hope you enjoy! 😊💕
Word Count: 2408
“Hey, if it’s okay, can I call a raincheck on training today? I’m not feeling overly well,” Kate spoke up, and Natasha furrowed her brow a little, tilting her head as she looked at the kid.
Kate had been meant to do some hand-to-hand combat training with Natasha that day, and it was the first time in a while that they had worked together since Kate had been focusing quite a bit of sword training with Clint whenever he was there. However, Kate seemed to be in no shape to participate in any sparring.
Kate’s eyes were weak-looking, and they were on the edge of bloodshot. It almost looked like she was on the verge of tears. Natasha paused immediately where she had been warming up with Yelena, and she headed over to the girl.
“You okay? What’s wrong?” Natasha questioned softly, reaching out to touch Kate’s face, and she could feel Yelena’s questioning, slightly jealous eyes on the both of them. Kate shook her head, moving out of Natasha’s grasp, and she forced a grin.
“I’m fine, just tired,” Kate reassured, trying to sound convincing, and Natasha nodded just a little despite the fact that she was not persuaded in the least by Kate’s words. Kate smiled at her, and Yelena just scoffed as she approached the both of them, standing at Natasha’s side as she eyed the brunette.
“You go enjoy your rest, Katie-Bear, while the rest of us are slaving away,” Yelena dramatically declared, and it was easy to read the teasing in Yelena’s tone. However, Natasha noticed as Kate imperceptibly stiffened at the nickname. Natasha tilted her head, trying to catch her eyes, and Kate forced another of those tight smiles before heading out of the room.
“See you guys later,” Kate called, and both Natasha and Yelena watched her go. Natasha let out a small breath, and Yelena looked at Natasha curiously, ever in-tune with whatever was going on with the redhead.
“What’s the problem?” Yelena asked, and Natasha looked over at her baby sister where she was squished as close as she could get against Natasha’s side.
“Something’s wrong with Kate.”
“Well, just because she didn’t tell me her typical ‘don’t call me Katie’ doesn’t mean that she’s dying or something,” Yelena joked in an attempt to remain lighthearted, changing her voice to sound extra goofy and extra American sounding as she mimicked Kate’s usual words. Natasha shook her head. Yelena’s smile fell just a little, and Natasha knew that Yelena knew that something was not quite right with the younger girl.
“Something’s really not right with her, Yelena. She looked like she was going to cry,” Natasha expressed, and Yelena furrowed her brow, doubtlessly remembering what Kate had looked like.
“She said she was tired,” Yelena pointed out, but she did not sound overly convinced as she grew a little quieter as she realized precisely what Natasha meant. Natasha looked between Yelena and the doorway where Kate had disappeared.
“Why don’t you go see what Peter or Carol’s up to, and I’ll go check on Kate,” Natasha told her as she hoisted herself out of the ring and took her gloves off to go after Kate. Yelena huffed from where she was left behind in the ring.
“Why would I care what Sunny is up to?” Yelena called out, and Natasha threw her a smile over her shoulder.
“Because she’s one of the best friends that anyone could ask for,” Natasha pointed out, referencing what Yelena had said about Carol during their road trip not so long ago. Yelena narrowed her eyes, her expression turning sour as she grumbled under her breath.
Natasha headed out of the room, and she jogged carefully through the compound, arriving at Kate’s apartment door. She knocked on it tentatively, waiting for Kate to come and answer the door. There was silence for a long moment, and Natasha finally tried knocking again.
“Hey, Kate? It’s Natasha… Can I come in?” Natasha raised her voice, and there was more silence. However, just as soon as Natasha was going to risk coming in, Kate suddenly answered the door.
She looked barely composed, and her eyes were far redder than before despite the fact that there was no sign of tears there on her face. Despite that, there was a glassiness in her eyes that betrayed the fact that she had indeed been crying.
“Angel baby,” Natasha trailed off, her heart aching and feeling as if it were cracking in half at the sight of Kate’s pain.
Immediately, it was as if the sheer love and fondness in the nickname broke Kate’s façade. She instantly broke down, and Natasha moved forward, hugging her close as she let her sob against her shoulder. Kate crumpled over, grabbing onto Natasha with everything she had. Natasha softly walked them back further into Kate’s apartment, and she kicked the door shut behind her.
“I’m here, it’s alright,” Natasha whispered, moving over to the couch until they were both sitting down on it. Kate wasted no time in sitting down next to her, almost collapsing as she buried her face in Natasha’s neck, sobs shaking through her with a surprising force.
Natasha just held her, scratching softly at the hairs at the base of Kate’s scalp on her neck as she tried to offer comfort, and she used her other hand to just rub wide, stretching patterns across Kate’s back.
Kate leaned into her hard, and Natasha just whispered soft words of reassurance to her as she tried to offer the younger girl as much love and affection as she needed.
“It’s alright… I love you. You’re alright,” Natasha whispered to her gently, and Kate pushed her head against her even harder. Natasha was pretty sure that the girl would be close to suffocation if she pushed much harder.
Whatever it was that was bothering Kate was obviously something extremely serious, and Natasha felt her stomach turning as she tried to pinpoint what could have happened. It very likely could have been a call from Kate’s mother, but she did not want to presume anything before she knew for sure what was happening. Kate usually was calmer about her mother, so if it was a call, then her mother must have said something positively horrible to her.
The mere thought of it made a red, hot anger blaze within her. Nobody had the right to hurt her sweet Kate like this. Kate was one of her favorite people, and she would go down to the prison herself and beat the living daylights out of Eleanor if she had been the one that caused this.
Natasha wanted more than anything to ask Kate what was wrong, but she did not want to upset her worse. Plus, she was not entirely sure if Kate could even begin to express what was going on with her given all of the tears, sobs, and sniffling.
Therefore, with the girl hanging onto her and her larger frame draped over Natasha’s on the couch, they remained there for as long as Kate needed.
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A little later, once Natasha had soothed Kate through the majority of the tears, they ended up laying down on the couch watching television. It had taken some encouragement and coaxing from Natasha, but Kate had finally felt confident enough to just lay there on her like Yelena always did. And given how Kate had just sunken into Natasha, Natasha assumed that Kate was very happy and contented there at the moment.
There had been dead silence since Kate had broken down on her, and Natasha was not sure what to think. She was still uncertain of what had caused Kate to get so upset, and she was still trying to fight down the fury boiling within her as she thought of who could have hurt Kate enough to make her cry.
However, after a few moments, Kate fidgeted a little on top of her, and Natasha sensed the unrest within her as they laid there. Natasha remained still, allowing Kate to speak up whenever she felt comfortable to. Anticipation was rising within her as she grew increasingly desperate to know what was hurting her little archer.
Eventually, Kate finally expressed her thoughts.
“Today’s my dad’s anniversary,” Kate admitted where she was resting on top of Natasha, her voice vibrating strangely against Natasha’s skin just beneath her collarbone. Her entire body was draped across Natasha’s in a full-body squish, and Natasha furrowed her brow, realizing precisely what Kate meant by the words.
Natasha felt her body growing significantly less tense as she relaxed. So far, it seemed that no one had directly hurt Kate in this ordeal, and as much as it hurt her for Kate to be in pain over her father’s passing, she was relieved that no one had been mean to her or hurt her feelings.
She rubbed the girl’s back as she kept her attentions on her even though she could not meet her eyes at the moment from their current position. She did not say anything just yet because she wanted to give Kate time to speak since she sensed that Kate had more to say. She leaned forward and kissed the top of Kate’s head. Kate hummed in appreciation, remaining quiet for just a moment longer.
“I just… I really miss him sometimes,” Kate continued, sounding as if she were trying her best to keep the tears away even still.
“Like I know he got in with some bad people, but to me, he was always my daddy. He was my hero before the Avengers,” Kate told her, her voice growing slightly shaky with the last part, and Natasha nodded, understanding how the kid felt to some extent.
Granted, Natasha had her own father back in her life, but he was not the man that he used to be during their cover. Or the man that he pretended to be. But she supposed she was thankful to see his genuine, true self, even though she oftentimes preferred the fake version that she used to know as a child.
“We were always closer than me and my mom. She never understood me like he did. I was always his Katie-Pop no matter what I did or what I wanted to do. And I know he would have never had a single problem with me wanting to be a hero,” Kate explained, and Natasha swallowed hard, feeling her heart aching for the poor girl. Kate tightened her grip just a little on the fabric of Natasha’s shirt, looking at the television but not truly paying any attention to it.
“It’s why I don’t want to be called Katie. I mean… I’ve gotten more used to Yelena calling me that, but I still don’t love it. It reminds me of him, and nobody but him gets to call me that,” Kate confessed, and Natasha nodded.
“I can make sure she doesn’t call you that anymore,” Natasha expressed. Granted, Yelena already knew the reason that Kate did not want to be called Katie, but she slipped back into the habit after Kate started ignoring her calling her that. Plus, it was Yelena’s way of showing affection while simultaneously aggravating Kate.
Kate shook her head, and Natasha furrowed her brow slightly in silent questioning.
“No, I know that Katie is something fond to her. Even though she knows why I don’t like it, she doesn’t do it to hurt me,” Kate explained, and Natasha nodded, understanding Kate’s point and pleased with the fact that Kate had managed to figure that out about Yelena.
“Still, I could make sure she didn’t if you wanted that,” Natasha assured, and Kate just let out a shaky sigh.
“It’s okay,” Kate replied, and Natasha hummed in acknowledgement. She would take Kate’s word for it for now, but if she saw any signs of it seriously bothering the girl in the future, she was going to address it.
“You probably think I’m ridiculous for getting this upset over the anniversary when it’s been years… It’s just that… it wouldn’t have hit me so hard if,” Kate just trailed off, presumably trying to figure out the best way to phrase her next words. Natasha immediately knew what she meant, and she smoothed her hand over Kate’s hair where it was cascading down her back over her neck.
Kate’s mother being sent to prison had hit her hard and it was something that still weighed heavily upon the girl’s mind. She knew that it was going to take a considerable amount of time for Kate to overcome her own personal feelings of guilt surrounding the entire thing, and she planned to be there for Kate for as long as she needed her to be during this difficult time in her life.
“I know. And it’s okay,” Natasha assured her, and Kate swallowed hard. Natasha ran her fingers through Kate’s hair gently, combing through it calmingly. Natasha let out a breath, trying to think of something useful to say to Kate that might make her feel at least a little better.
“You have every right to be sad… and to even feel alone. Heaven knows I have in the past,” Natasha confessed, and Kate shifted her hand over to Natasha’s upper arm to squeeze softly in reassurance. Natasha could not help her small smile, Kate’s undying selfishness always endearing herself even further to the redhead.
“But just know that you’re not alone. You have us. You have me… And you have Yelena even though she’d rather die than admit it,” Natasha told her, chuckling fondly as she thought of her baby sister that she had no doubt was very impatiently waiting on the both of them to get done with this mess so that she could come back and be with Natasha.
“I know… and I appreciate you guys so much,” Kate admitted, letting out a long sigh as she nuzzled her nose into the fabric of Natasha’s shirt.
There was a silence between them for a few moments, and Natasha just offered her comfort and affection the best that she could even though she knew that there was little she could do to heal this sort of pain.
“I love you, Tasha. Thank you,” Kate whispered at last, raw genuineness in her voice, and Natasha nodded in reply, kissing Kate’s head softly.
“I love you, too. I’ll always be here for you.”
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@beencaughts had to do it this way again!!! ugh!!
❝ i want you to feel safe with me. ❞
{ v ;; the princess and the moon.
Just a few days ago, Prince had made the error of laughing at something Luna said. He’d laughed so hard he nearly cried and now it seemed like all she wanted to hear was him laughing, because he didn’t do it often. “Luna, stop!” He was smirking as she teased him but he wasn’t laughing yet. They were like kids the way they were running around the store, messing with one another. Matt and Nick were somewhere in the shop but they could be on the moon for all Prince cared, he was alone with Luna. Him believing they were alone was evident when he gently backed her up against a shelf, his smile still evident as he kissed her, her back crinkling the packets of crisps behind her. He heard shuffling and pulled away, as an older lady walked down the aisle with her cart. She shot them both an unimpressed look but the couple couldn’t bring themselves to care, both rolling their eyes and making a face at each other mimicking the lady. Prince stepped away anyway. He asked Luna what else Matt told them to pick up and they returned to their groceries mission. They went to the alcohol aisle and stood with their arms crossed in front of the beer trying to pick some out. Everyone in the group liked different stuff and Prince wasn’t about to carry multiple boxes of beer to the till. He bent down to pick one up and when he was going to stand up again he backed into some guy he didn’t hear or see coming. “Watch where you’re going.” The guy snapped. “Fucking teenagers.” Prince barely looked at him, eyeing Luna instead as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’ Luna commented that the guy kind of looked like Prince but he didn’t get a look at him so he just shrugged. He glanced at the man continuing down the aisle but could only see the back of his head. They had the same hair colour but Prince’s hair was basically all shaved off while this guy was probably two weeks away from being able to tie it into a ponytail. He looked at the beer in the guys basket and crinkled his nose. He hated that brand. “What a prick.” Prince commented, urging Luna to choose between the vodka brands next.
The group all met up at the till, Nick complaining about the alcohol Luna and Prince chose. Matt paid for everything, naturally, and they made their way to Princes car. Luna pointed out the rude guy from the alcohol aisle and Prince wasn’t even going to look until he saw the expression on Matt’s face. Matt looked like he was staring at a ghost. Princes eyebrows furrowed together and he turned around. His blood ran cold. The brand of beer the guy got Prince hated for a reason. That reason being it was what his father used to drink (and smell like). And there clear as day, like an older version of himself, stood Prince Jameson’s father. Prince felt like he was living in an alternate universe because it wasn’t very long ago he had his mother sleeping in his sisters room and now he was seeing his dad. What was he even doing here? There were maybe ten Tescos closer to where he lived. Prince looked at Matt a little helplessly. He didn’t know what to do. The smart thing would be to get in the car and go but Prince was glued to the spot, his feet just weren’t working.
“You little fucker.” Princes eyes widened, still looking at Matt when that all-too-familiar voice spoke, sending a chill down Princes spine. Nick and Luna were understandably confused but all they had to do was look at the man to know he was Princes father. Every single feature on that man’s face was the exact same as Princes just with age set in. His hair even fell the same way Princes did when it was longer. The only thing his mother gave him was life and abandonment issues; Prince was the spitting image of his father. “If it isn’t the little Princess.” His dad spoke and Prince was still frozen to the spot. His dad took a step towards him and Prince finally snapped out of his trance.
“Don’t fucking come near me.” He was seething with anger. He felt Lunas hand on his arm, his dad mockingly pouted and teased that ‘little princess’ found his voice. Prince glared at him and the man was lucky Luna had a hand on him because it was keeping him calm and preventing him from beating the living daylights out of this man. His dad laughed, amused by the fact that he scared his own kid this much. What a stand-up guy. Prince looked at Nick. “Get him the fuck away from me or one of you is going to have to call the fucking cops if he takes one more step towards me.” He didn’t want Matt to do it, he’s already been burned by Kadin and he certainly wasn’t going to let Luna go near him. He’s seen Nick kill a guy before and if he did it again, this time Prince wouldn’t complain.
Prince let’s Luna lead him into the house. He’s shaking, angry and also a little frightened. It’s so humiliating. He’s spent the better half of his teen years wondering what he’d do if he saw either of his parents and neither of the exchanges went anyway like he predicted. He’s a little fuming at himself for being so scared instead of actually pummelling the man like he deserves. Luna is great though. She held his hand in the car the whole way home once Nick took the keys to drive instead of Prince. She takes him to his room and when they lie down together she wraps her arms around him, keeping him as calm as he can possibly be. Prince kisses the top of her head. He doesn’t know what to say and when she asks how he’s doing he just shakes his head. “Why was he even fucking there? There’s a million other shops in the city he could go to, why our local? Fucking hell.” Prince thinks he can never go back to that store. He looks at Luna now, knowing that wasn’t an answer to her question. “I’m fine.” He says but it’s short, clipped with irritation. He tells her he doesn’t need to be looked after, and he is fine.
“I want you to feel safe with me, Prince.” He knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone just because he lies and insists he’s fine. He nods and kisses her on the lips this time. His hand goes to cup her face, turning them both so she’s now on her back and he has an arm holding him up, the other hand still under her chin as he kisses her deeply, and passionately.
“You’ve no fucking idea how you make me feel. Safe doesn’t begin to cover it.” It’s moments like this that makes Luna call Prince a liar when he tells her he doesn’t love her or he doesn’t want her because he makes it so desperately obvious that he does. He pulls away and now uses both arms to support himself above her. “Fuck me.” He exhales, being with her is definitely helping his stress. “You really have no idea what you do to me.” He kisses her again. The annoying thing is that Prince feels a little bubble of irritation at how easily she calms him down. Nobodies ever been able to do that, so how come she can? Well, he knows how. Now would be a good time for him to let out the rarely used L-word but he doesn’t. But he does kiss her again.
{ v ;; phases.
“Katie!” Adele, Jakes little sister beams when she opens the door, wrapping her arms around Katie to hug her. Katie feels a little sad that she’s so excited to see her because this is probably the last time. Katie returns the hug regardless and then she spots Jake coming down the stairs. Adele leaves them alone. Katie’s phone buzzes in her hand and Jake smirks, but doesn’t look happy. “So your phone does work.” He grumbles. Katie frowns and he already knows the expression on her face means she’s here with bad news. And she is. She wants to have an honest conversation with him and asks if they can talk privately. He shakes his head and laughs. “Maybe. Depends on your answer to my question.” She furrows her eyebrows, confused. “Did you fuck Leo while you were in Spain?” Katie’s mouth drops open. She can’t lie but she doesn’t want to argue about this in his hallway. She doesn’t know what family members are home and nearby to hear this.
“Jake, can we just talk?” He shakes his head and tells her to leave.
“Oh, Katie.” Jake shook his head, chuckling. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both knew you were going to do that. If you couldn’t be bothered enough to be honest enough to break up with me beforehand then we don’t need to have a conversation after. You’re a selfish person and the only one you want to make feel better with your excuses is you.” Jake reaches around her to open the front door. Katie is a little shocked that this is how this is going to go down but once the door is open, he’s walking away from her. She doesn’t follow him.
Katie goes straight to Leo’s house. It’s kind of refreshing that he’s happy to see her and it makes her feel bad for being upset about her conversation (or lack of) with Jake. She lets him pull her into a hug. Katie follows Leo to his room but doesn’t sit next to him on the bed, instead taking a spot at the edge of the end of the bed. She plays with a loose thread in his duvet. She isn’t really sure why she’s upset. The conversation with Jake would have been difficult and he saved them both from that. She thinks maybe it’s guilt that she feels. Leo nudges her with his foot to pull her out of her trance and ask what’s wrong. She sighs and tells him what happened with Jake. “-but, like, it’s not true. I didn’t know I was going to do that. I didn’t even know you still felt that way.” She eyes him cautiously. “If you even do.” She adds in a rush which probably offends him because she knows their run-in in Spain wasn’t just sex. “And I was going to break up with him weeks ago so, like, Spain isn’t even why. I mean you were there, you know we just acted on how we felt. I wasn’t being a mean person, it’s just-“ she sighs again, maybe Ava is the person she should have gone to first so she could figure out how to articulate her feelings. “It wasn’t just, like, a one night stand for me. I have missed you and I just wanted to be with you. I wasn’t trying to be a mean person.” She feels a bit awkward about Leo being the person she’s justifying sleeping with him to. But on the other hand Leo was the only other person there, and the only other person who understands just how drawn they were to one another especially in that moment. “I didn’t date him to spite you- I just feel like every time I do anything I end up hurting people.” She looks him in the eyes. “I don’t want to be a bad person.” Katie’s not talking about Jake anymore. “I really care about you, and I know we have to talk about what it means for us. I just don’t want to hurt anyone again, especially you. I know I shouldn’t be scared but I just don’t want to fuck any of this up again. I am scared.” Jake called her selfish, and Leo has done that too. She knows Leo can see how scared she is to act in a way that puts her in that line of fire again.
Leo nods for Katie to join him. He probably expected her to slide him beside him in the first place. She abandons her place at the end of the bed and joins him up at the top, allowing him to wrap a comforting arm around her. Her head rests on his chest and the sound of his heart beating is like a lullaby and the smell of his cologne is intoxicating. How can she possibly resist him anymore?
“Katie, I just want you to feel safe with me.” Now she knows she was right to come straight here. She knows Leo doesn’t care about Jakes feelings but she can feel he cares about hers. She hopes he respects that she’s trying to show she cares about his too. His finger absently plays with a strand of her blonde hair. She’s starting to hate that colour on her. His action comforts her though. She relaxes into his embrace. They can work this out, right?
Katie suddenly starts to feel weird and his cologne is no longer intoxicating in a comforting way as she feels a burst of nausea. “I do feel safe with you, Leo.” Is the last thing she says before she’s running to his bathroom to be sick. Now where the hell did that come from? She must have caught a bug abroad, she figures. She can’t find it in her to care about being sick when Leo is at the door checking on her. They’re totally going to finally work this out this time, she decides.
❝ i’m not staring, i’m admiring. ❞
{ v ;; the princess and the moon.
The only time Prince ever actually does his homework at home is when he and Luna use it as an excuse to hang out together. “I just don’t understand any of it.” He’ll text her about an assignment that he definitely does understand so that she’ll invite him over so she can help. They’ll spend maybe ten minutes max on homework before finding themselves in bed together. Otherwise, Prince does his homework exclusively at school, during lunch or a free class. He’s sat at the lunch table, scribbling through the maths problems. He’s good at maths, has a knack for it so it doesn’t take long or it wouldn’t if the teacher didn’t give them so much of it. As he reads through question six, he feels the same eyes on him that’s he’s been feeling since question one. He glances at Luna. It annoys him when he thinks she looks beyond sexy sipping her drink. She’s staring at him, though and it makes him shift in his seat. He raises an eyebrow at her but gets back to his work. The pair don’t often spend time alone together at school but Nick has been helping Cassie study for the summer exams and Matt is probably chasing some girl. Aubrey and Valerie were here but Prince doesn’t even know when they left. It’s just him and Luna. Her eyes are still on him and he sighs and drops his pen, looking at her again. “You’re staring at me.” He points out. “I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She corrects him and he scoffs. He thinks, why would someone who looks like her not just look in a mirror if they wanted to admire something? “It’s annoying.” He remarks, trying to get back to his homework. He looks at her again and she’s still staring and this time he smirks but he forces himself to wipe it away. It’s too late because she saw it. Prince tries to read the next question but when he looks at Luna this time the smirk on her face matches the one he just tried to hide. He shakes his head, amused despite the scowl on his face. “Stop staring at me.” And to his surprise, she does. The next thing he knows she’s picking up her stuff, like she’s going to leave. He’s confused now but she still has a smirk on her face when she goes to walk away. Prince really should finish this homework before class later but he can’t help it when he turns to watch her leave. She turns her head as she walks, like she knew he wasn’t going to watch. The same look is still on her face and Prince sighs and puts his homework in his bag. He’s almost going at a sprint to catch up to her in the hallway outside the canteen. He grabs her hand and pulls her into an empty classroom. “Are you doing this on purpose?” He asks, pointedly. She knows what she does, and what she’s doing. He knows she does. “You’re fucking infuriating.” He comments but his words don’t match his actions when he pulls her in to kiss her.
{ v ;; phases.
“Your dad is a fucking cunt.” Rings through Katie’s head at least fifty times a day. She can’t believe Leo said that to her. Followed by ‘I bet he didn’t tell you he cheated on your mother.’ It was the way he said. “I bet he didn’t tell you.” Like he was just waiting to use this ammunition against Katie. Katie was so horrified and disgusted by his behaviour, and Eli’s too. Leo has since apologised but Katie hasn’t brought herself to forgive him. Even regardless of anything she has done, even if she had gone full whack and shagged his dad (which his behaviour at that time made her feel like that was actually the crime she committed) she still wouldn’t have it in her to forgive him for what he said. There wasn’t one thing she could think of that she’s done that’s bad enough to make him think she owed forgiveness. Even if he felt like she deserved to know about her mother, calling her father a cunt before spitting it out wasn’t exactly helpful. Katie’s been struggling with her friend group lately. Ava is the only one who didn’t go out of her way to get Katie’s feelings hurt but it’s hard to just hang out with her when the group is always doing something as a group and she can’t be around everyone else. She really just can’t. And then she also can’t be around her father. She wonders if Leo even cares about all that damage. Does Eli care? She doubts it. They’re all in PE class together but it’s a sunny day and the teacher is letting them just use the class to hang outside. She gets strung into being stuck with Leo and Eli when she chooses Ava to sit with. She glared at Leo when she feels his eyes on her for the millionth time. She rolls her eyes, gets up and walks away. Leo, annoyingly, follows her. She turns suddenly, stopping them both in their tracks. “That wasn’t an invitation to follow me. And can you please stop staring at me?” She snaps.
“I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She can’t tell what tone of voice he’s trying to associate with those words but she doesn’t care.
“It’s fucking annoying, and it’s weird. So, stop. I wish you’d just leave me alone.” She knows her words are harsh, Leo already apologised and explained how he felt when he said what he did. She knows he’s not trying to piss her off but she can’t help how she feels around him. It doesn’t help that when he’s there, Eli is there too. It’s like she doesn’t trust that they’re not just going to say something awful again. Leo goes to explain, or respond or maybe even apologise but Katie doesn’t let him.
“I mean it, Leo. Leave me alone.” She walks away from him again, going up to the teacher to say she has a headache so she can go inside, just to get away from everyone. She isn’t sure how her and Leo are going to make up after all the fighting they’ve been doing lately but right now she isn’t even interested in making up.
[MORNING] - Sender wakes receiver with a kiss.
{ v ;; the princess and the moon. AU
Prince nodded at Ryan as he set the pint down on the table. The airport around them was bustling with travellers. Prince always wanted to leave London - he hated the place. He always thought when Pandora graduated and moved on to better things he could leave, maybe just travel the world. Luna coming into his life stopped his fantasies of running away. Though he did at some point fantasise about both of them travelling together. Hell, if she decided to go back to Spain there was a point he thought he’d go too. But now Prince was alone. Ryan was travelling with him but Prince didn’t really consider him a friend; that was his boss plus he’d be returning to London after showing Prince the ropes in Monaco. Prince was going to be alone there. That didn’t scare him. He always felt like he was somewhat alone, especially lately. There was a time there when he was madly in love with Luna, Matt had his back and Pandora was doing so well in school and generally enjoying her life just like he wanted. During that time he didn’t feel alone. Now, he wasn’t talking to Matt or Luna and Pandora didn’t feel very much like talking to him. He always predicted that comfortable feeling was going to go away and now it had. Ryan had probably been talking for twenty straight minutes with nothing but nods and grunts from Prince. “So, are you excited? Prince, the money you’re going to make!” Ryan whistled which Prince understood meant it was a lot of money. Yet, Prince could only think about one thing.
Ryan pointed between the empty pints. “Another one?” Prince blinked at him, coming out of his trance. He didn’t want another pint. He only wanted one thing. Luckily for Prince, Ryan was the most bizarre person to run a drug trade; he was happy-go-lucky and cheerful. He loved hearing about Princes love life and, like everyone else around Prince, was delighted to actually see him in a happy relationship. When he first suggested Monaco to Prince he told him he could bring Luna. Prince had turned it down because Luna was going to college and he wasn’t going to get in her way. So when Prince declined the pint, and mentioned he had to go see about a girl, instead of being pissed off at Prince for abandoning their big money-making plans, he beamed and clapped his hands together. “Oh my god, go get her!”
Prince glanced at Nicks car parked in the drive of Lunas place. Cassie hadn’t lived here in almost two years so what was Nick doing here? He pushed open the front door gently and heard what sounded like arguing. “Luna, it’s true - he’s gone.” Prince could only assume it was him they were talking about, and it sounded like Luna didn’t really believe Nick. Why would Prince leave without saying goodbye? Even if he did break up with her, she expected a goodbye. He knew that when he left and didn’t say anything but in his mind it would make it easier for her to forget about him. He didn’t want her to forget about him, he realised that now. He followed their voices into the living room.
“I’m not- I didn’t.” Prince was flustering his words. He was trying to say he wasn’t gone, he hadn’t left without saying bye even though he was just about to. He acknowledged the confused look on Nicks face. Princes presence probably made it seem like Nick was lying for no reason. The carry-on bag in Princes hand confirmed some of the story was true. He had been leaving. He shot Nick a look, he didn’t need to be here anymore. He had asked Nick not to say anything so he noted not to ask him for any favours again. Nick took the signal and made his exit. Prince looked at Luna now. She looked even more confused than Nick.
“I was leaving. I went to the airport. I was going to leave.” He was aware this news was going to piss her off. Hopefully him not following through with his plan gave him some brownie points. “I couldn’t fucking do it. I thought if I leave and I don’t say anything you’d be so pissed off that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore and you could finally move on from the shit show I’ve made of your life the last five years.” It wasn’t all a shit show, they both knew that. In fact, before he found out about his best friend being a backstabber, their relationship was as close to perfect as a relationship between this very pair could be. Prince sighed and found himself pacing back and forth. It felt like he was seventeen again and struggling with his feelings for Luna again. It used to drive him crazy when he felt all this love for her but he didn’t want to. That’s how he felt now. Why couldn’t he just leave? He just wanted to walk away and forget. But Prince couldn’t do that.
“I’m not here to say goodbye. I’m here to say that I love you and I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I don’t give a fuck that you lied about Matt, I never gave a fuck. It was just an excuse to end this because I was scared.” It was so unlike Prince to admit his feelings like that. It was that unusual for him that he didn’t even know it was how he felt at first because he didn’t even admit it to himself. “I thought Matt was my brother. If my brother, the only person who ever wanted to be around me, wasn’t around anymore then why would you be? What’s stopping you from changing your mind?” Prince knew it was his choice to not be around Matt anymore but technically speaking it was Matt’s because Matt had to know that would be the consequence of his actions. “If I stand here and say my sister deserves so much more then who’s to say you don’t? I’m a lot more fucked up than him, and I’ve been a right prick and if all I ever talk about his what a prick he is, surely you’d realise I’m so much worse and you’d finally go and I couldn’t see you go, so I tried to.” Prince had probably never spoken so many words in his whole life but it was like word vomit it just kept coming out, stuff he was terrified of saying but he was only now realising she was the one who he had to not care about what he said terrifying stuff to. He was so in love with her but more than that he trusted her with his life. He could trust her with his fears and his stupid admissions. Prince crossed the room to her.
“I was right, too. You do deserve better but then today I thought fuck it, I can be better. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking the alternative was to leave you alone. I don’t want to be angry anymore, I just want to be with you. I bought a fucking ring for fucksake. If I can do that then I’ve already changed. Right?” He was a little nervous in asking that because what if she thought he hadn’t changed? That he was still just an asshole and she was done with him. If that was the case, Prince still had the choice to leave and forget about this embarrassing little speech. “I fucked up so much but this time will be the last time you’ll ever have to forgive me for anything, if you still want me.”
Prince felt a presence around him as he slept. He wasn’t dreaming but he wasn’t fully awake. In his sleepy mindset, he felt happy. He felt like kissing. He could feel his lips puckering but then his consciousness made him aware that he wasn’t just kissing thin air. There was a person kissing him. He blinked his eyes open and found Luna pressing sweet kisses to his lips and along his jaw and a smile spread across his lips, waking him up in the best way. He was still half asleep but his hand went to the back of her head to pull her in for a real kiss, his eyes going back to closed. The more they kissed and their hands found their way around each others bodies, the more he woke up. He pulled Luna on top of him, his hands firm on her hips.
She whispered “good morning” to him and he chuckled lowly. “It certainly is.” He opened his eyes now, blinking in the morning light. It was a new day but in another sense it was a new day. Prince was delighted he didn’t get on the plane. He knew now the best decision he ever made was to come back and choose her above everything else. He’d meant everything he said the day before and with them being so close now he wasn’t even embarrassed about any of it anymore. How come he could never flip the switch like this before? He felt like he could just open up and tell her each and every one of his feelings and still not be embarrassed like he once would. He wasn’t sure what was different. He was no longer the little boy afraid of hurting her and getting hurt. He was now the man that was going to propose to Luna Moon. And why wouldn’t he? Their little world was changing now and it was only yesterday, thinking about getting on that plane without her, did he realise that was all he ever wanted.
{ v ;; phases.
Katie is still dead to the world when all of a sudden she feels something warm on her neck and then on her lips. Someone’s kissing her. It’s like the kiss of life because she feels herself waking up but she doesn’t open her eyes, instead squeezing them as she returns the kiss to whoevers lips are on hers. She giggles slightly, eyes still closed. This could be Eli or Ava for all she knows considering she hasn’t greeted the person yet. She knows that hand on her neck, though and she knows that kiss. It’s like coming home, kissing him again after so long. She beams as she pulls away and opens her eyes, catching the Greek God known as Leo laying in her bed. “Well, that’s one way to wake a girl up.” She giggles again. They’re being very naughty, since Katie still hasn’t broken up with her boyfriend but what would be the point in them being shy? They already cheated yesterday and neither of them need to waste this holiday feeling guilty about anything. When she gets home she’ll break up with Jake but she can’t do anything about it while they’re still abroad celebrating the twins birthday. Leo kisses her again and she still feels giddy about it so she barely returns it as another giggle slips from her lips, turning her head away from him because their lips and teeth are colliding awkwardly with her childish laughs. It feels like his smile is just him laughing at her reaction to him. She hides her blushing cheeks. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “You’re making me blush. It’s so embarrassing.” She’s speaking in a whisper and when he pulls her hands away she feels even more embarrassed because of the way he’s looking at her. He kisses her again but it’s quick peck this time. She pokes his cheek with her finger. “You’re pretty.” She whispers. The elephant in the room isn���t even that she has a boyfriend, it’s what this means for them. They both know it. She told him she didn’t love him like that, and she swore left and right that she just wanted to be friends. Her actions now aren’t matching that. Jake once accused her in a fight that one day she would stop being mad at Leo and go right back to loving him. Now she was just a hypocrite for getting upset at that accusation. “Keep kissing me.” She pleads with a giant smile on her face. They can address that elephant when they’re back in the U.K.
#i guess this is how im doing ask memes now!!!!!#ridiculous!!!#not katie saying keep kissing me then crying about feeling like a meanie i literally love her#like how DARE he get angry at me for cheating but also lets cheat some more teehee#and i truly hate that au one in the middle princes speech is so cringe but he had things he needed to say i didnt know what to erase#and it doesnt really happen anyway so lets just let luna dream thats what he might have said#{ v ;; the princess and the moon.#{ v ;; phases.#once again only pmoon and their sons love life#beencaughts#memed
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Mackie
Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader
Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship
Masterlist
Anthony Mackie was onto you.
It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.
“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.
“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”
The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.
“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”
“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”
“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”
You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.
“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.
“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”
The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.
“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”
“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”
“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”
“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”
“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.
Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.
“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”
A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.
“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”
“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”
“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.
“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”
“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”
“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”
Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.
“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.
“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”
“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”
“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”
“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.
“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.
“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.
“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.
“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.
“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”
Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.
“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.
“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.
“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.
“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”
“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.
“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.
“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.
“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”
“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”
You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.
“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.
“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.
“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.
“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”
“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.
“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”
“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”
“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”
“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”
“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”
“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”
“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”
“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.
“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”
“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.
“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”
“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”
“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”
“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.
“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”
“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.
“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”
“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.
“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.
“Qualms?”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”
“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”
“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.
“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”
“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.
“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”
“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”
You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.
“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”
“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.
“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”
“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.
“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”
“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”
“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”
“What happened?” The journalist wondered.
“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”
“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.
“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.
The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.
“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.
“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn’t tell him? Like, as a joke?”
“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”
“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.
“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”
“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”
“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.
“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”
“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“
“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”
2 years later
On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.
“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”
“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”
“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”
“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”
“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”
“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”
“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”
The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.
“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”
“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.
“Duh.” You added.
“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”
“Yep.”
“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.
“Nope.”
“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.
“Yep.
“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.
“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”
“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”
“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”
“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”
The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.
“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”
You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.
“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”
“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”
You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.
Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.
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“Get You Alone. Baekhyun (m)
Chapter 6: Confession
Word Count: 10k (aha... this isnt the last chapter!)
Mini Playlist:
Into it - Chase Atlantic
Freak - Doja Cat
Need to know - Doja Cat
Washing Machine Heart - Mistki
U&I - The Neighbourhood
Summary: You meet your friend's parent for the first time.
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“Mmm..”
“Nng—“
“Ah, Please.”
“Quiet. And be still Y/n.” Baekhyun whispered, his hand on your hip. You were tired, the constant strain on your body was wearing you out. Baekhyun closed his eyes, sighing as he thrusted into you at this angle.
“I-I can’t.” You held yourself up with your arms, your body weight about to give out.
“Shh.” He placed his hand over your mouth. “Wouldn’t want to get caught.” His words only fueled the burning in your abdomen.
“Y/n?” You heard her voice call. Sophia’s voice. “Y/n are you in there? What the hell?” The door of Baekhyun’s room opening, revealing a shocked Sophia.
“Oh my god.” You gasped.
You shot up awake, your eyes wide as you looked around the dark tent. It was just a dream.. Or more of a nightmare.
“Y/n?” Baekhyun said sleepily, squinting at your panicked state. “Are you alright?”
You nodded sighing to yourself. “Sorry, I had a nightmare.”
Baekhyun cooed at you softly, bringing you to his chest to wrap you with the blanket. “It’s alright, you’re with me.” His hand gently rubbing your lower back.
“Baekhyun.” You whispered after a few seconds of silence.
“Y/n.” He mimicked.
“We have to tell Sophia, tomorrow. This anxiety is making me feel horrible, I even had a nightmare that we were caught.” You pouted when you heard his light chuckle.
“Okay, I’ll have to figure something out. Maybe over coffee before we leave?” Baekhyun suggested. Humming in agreement you let your head rest against his chest.
“I just hope it all works out.”
“It will darling.” He brushed his hand over your hair, resting on the back of your neck. “I’m yours and you’re mine. Remember?”
You recalled your romantic night only hours ago under the moon and stars in the hot springs. His eyes shined so brightly and his hands felt so warm and loving.
“Yes…how could I forget?” You smiled with your cheek pressed against his chest.
“Alright, now rest peacefully. Don’t worry yourself over this.” With pressing a kiss on the top of your head, Baekhyun squeezed you tightly. He closed his eyes again welcoming sleep, you try to follow in suit.
“Hmm, you two went to bed early last night.” Sophia said as she sipped her morning coffee.
You nervously laughed. “I was pretty tired, after all that happened yesterday.”
She nodded, looking over at her dad quizzically. Baekhyun sat wrapped up in a blanket and his neck shielded from Sophia. Your early morning start had begun with some kissing that turned into a make out session, a few hickeys left on Baekhyun’s neck and some on your cleavage.
He hid them the best he could, wearing a turtleneck and covering himself.
“Cold?” Sophia asked, something about her tone seemed off. She didn’t seem like the happy teasing Sophia.
Baekhyun nodded, avoiding her eyes somehow he felt like a kid in trouble. By his own daughter.
“So how did it go with Sungwoo?” You cleared your throat trying to change the subject. That seemed to bright up her mood, a smile replacing her neutral one.
“He’s so sweet, I told him I was leaving today and he gave me this souvenir.” She held up a necklace decorated beads and gems. “It’s so pretty.”
“Thats sweet of him, did you guys get to know each other?” You smiled winking at Sophia who’s cheeks reddened. Her eyes darted toward her father’s stern ones before going back to yours.
“You know, Sophia. Sexual desire is a natural thing, you don’t have to be embarrassed to talk about it.” Baekhyun says crossing his arms. “It’s not like I’m going to ground you for doing it. Some people..” His eyes quickly glanced at yours. “Have desires toward someone maybe they never met before and that desire can sometimes turns into…” He looks at you once more. “Love.”
“Woah woah, I’m not sure this is love I just met the guy.” Sophia throws her hands in front of her.
“I-I meant in general! Of course you don’t have to go that far!” Baekhyun’s stuttering made you laugh, his cheeks turning a slight pink.
It made your tummy erupt with butterflies when he mentioned the word love. You were right at the edge of love for Baekhyun. You felt as if it were too soon to say the words, not wanting to scare him off. But you did feel a deep sense of admiration for him.
“I understand what you’re saying.” You quip, trying to guide Sophia for him as well. “People find their soul mates in strange places.”
“Have you felt as though you ever found yours?” Sophia asked, her mug of coffee in her lap. She faced you curiously, her eyes searching for an answer.
You looked down at your lap smiling from ear to ear at such a question, “Yeah.”
“Ooo! Y/n! Who was this person? Do I know him?”
Baekhyuns heart started beating loudly, he felt it in his ears as he waited for your answer. He wasn’t sure what to do, how to tell Sophia without being so blunt.
“Yes, he’s… very close to you actually.” You looked up at Sophia who’s expression showed confusion.
“Close to me? You mean my guy friend from chem class? Y/n seriously?” She made a face of disgust.
“No! Soph.” You sighed, turning to her to grab her hands. “If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t be upset with us.”
Her brows furrowed as she held your hands tightly, “You know I could never be upset with you, you’re my best friend. I trust you.” Her words reassured you, but you still were nervous.
You took in a breath before speaking, “Sometimes your person finds you in inconvenient ways. And when I met him, he was at your house welcoming me in. He said you were showing so I sat on the couch waiting along with him.” Sophia’s brows furrowed more as you continued.
“He had the most handsome smile and the prettiest eyes. And when we spoke I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t get enough of him. When we spent time together I only learned more about him. About his daily life and how much I came to adore him.” Sophia’s grip on your hands loosened as she put together two and two. Her heart was thumping against her chest. “Sophia, I didn’t know how to tell you. We’ve been seeing each other for a while. And I didn’t want to move on without your knowledge of us being together.”
Your hand reached up to cup her cheek, “I know this is so out of the blue for you. I-I don’t know but Baekhyun makes me happy. So very happy.” Your smile made her heart ache, how could her best friend be in love with her own father? Was this some weird dream? Was this a prank of some kind?
“Sophia?” You whispered when she didn’t speak, only her lips parted in confusion.
“I…” She stood abruptly, shrugging off your hands. “I-I need time to think.” You could only watch her scurrying figure disappear into the trees.
“Y/n?” Baekhyun called, noticing the sad look in your eyes. When you turned to look at him his heart sank, your eyes were teary and your lip was quivering. “Y/n…” He stood to rush over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“I hate it Baekhyun.” You sobbed into his side, your head buried in his tummy. “I hated the look on her face. It hurt to see her like that.”
Baekhyun shushed you, rubbing your back comfortingly. “It’s okay Y/n. Just give her time, she’ll be back. Maybe she’ll be ready to talk about it then.” His words calmed you down, your sobs turning into sad hiccups and sniffing.
“I’m sorry.” Baekhyun said. “I should have been the one to tell her, you shouldn’t have had to.”
“No Baekhyun, I felt like it was my responsibility. Especially as her best friend.” Your throat felt tight as if you could become a sobbing mess again. You wanted to comfort her, to hold her and tell her how horrible you felt for keeping this a secret.
But she was off alone collection her thoughts, not wanting to speak with you any further. Would she speak when she came back? Would she ignore you, is this the end of your guy’s friendship?
You wrapped your arms around Baekhyun’s waist, burying your face in his tummy.
“Aw—Y/n.” He sighed sadly rubbing the back of your head. “It’s alright baby.”
Baekhyun’s comforting tone silenced your hiccups and stilled your shaking shoulders. He was right, giving her time is what you had to do for now.
He held you against him for what seemed like forever, telling you sweet things and rubbing your shoulders. You were sure how Baekhyun was so well in comforting you, knowing just what to do when you were upset.
Baekhyun took a seat beside you, holding on of your hands in his lap as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Let’s stay like this.” He hummed. “The sun is about to rise.” Your eyes looked at the horizon line, it was already so bright without the sun. The beautiful orange glow filled the sky as the sun slowly ascended.
“Yes.” You agreed holding onto his arm. “Thank you, for calming me down.”
“It’s my job to comfort you Y/n. You make me happy so I naturally want to do the same.”
“You do make me happy, Baek.” Your lips smiled after being in a frown that hurt your cheeks. Baekhyun turned to only to see the top of your head, he smiled slightly. He rested his head on yours closing his eyes briefly.
“It feels like my life is more complete when we’re together. I like seeing you and Sophia together, I feel like I have a complete family again.” Baekhyun confessed quietly to you.
“I hope she’s alright..” Your eyes looked back at the horizon line playing with Baekhyun’s fingers as you waited.
“Time Y/n.” Baekhyun mentioned, “You can go back and rest if you’re tired. I can stay here to wait for her.” He rubbed your hand softly, “I need to speak with her as well.”
You nodded, sighing as you two detached from each other. “I…don’t want to sleep without you.”
Baekhyun grinned at your childish words, “Come on now Y/n. You aren’t a baby.”
“B-but.” You stopped, catching yourself about to say something stupid. “Ugh.”
Baekhyun stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked through the woods, following wherever he believe Sophia to have gone. He soon found her, leaning on a tree looking out at the sunrise.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Baekhyun said quietly, not to scare her as he stopped beside her.
Sophia remained quiet, her arms folded against her chest as her gaze didn’t wander.
“I remember taking you to this spot when you were younger right before sunrise. All those years ago.” He smiled looking at the sky with her. “Forcing you to come to this spot with me by bribing you with hot chocolate.” Baekhyun laughed. “That you would always spill on your sweater.”
Sophia looked over at her father, her face neutral. She was reminiscing about the same memory just before he arrived.
“You just had to take me out here to watch the sunrise like some old person.” She said quietly, turning back to the sky.
Baekhyun looked back at Sophia, her face resembling his own. “You came to love it too.” He smiled melancholically. “Sophie.” He called to gain her attention. She turned to face him, Baekhyun felt guilty looking into her eyes.
“This doesn’t change us.” He began. “I know how you feel about your mother and I.”
“Dad—“
“It’s alright, people always move on.” Baekhyun shook his head. “And I have too now. Y/n. She’s who makes me feel something. I feel like I’m in love every time she speaks, or when she smiles my heart skips a beat.”
Sophia listened quietly, as Baekhyun continued. Her eyes trailed to the ground.
“I will always be your father, you’ll always be my baby girl.” Baekhyun rubbed Sophia’s shoulder comfortingly. “And I’m sorry for keeping this from you, I was scared you would blame Y/n.”
“N-no. I would never, s-she’s my…”
“Best friend?” Baekhyun finished as Sophia’s voice trailed off.
“Yeah.”
“Y/n loves you, so much. She would never do anything to hurt you. She talks about you so much even when she has more to worry about. You’re always on her mind.”
Sophia felt her eyes become teary, her love for her best friend would never die. Even in a situation as such, she had no idea what to think. But her best friend said they were happy. Who was she to ruin that happiness? When Y/n has supported Sophia through the dumbest times, Y/n had her back.
Sophia sniffed, wiping her tears from her cheeks before more could fall.
“I’m sorry, for storming off. Y/n didn’t deserve that.” She faces her dad, “I don’t want to ruin her happiness. If you’re what she finds happiness in—somehow—then I’m going to support her.”
“Somehow?!” Baekhyun gasped throwing a hand over his chest clearly offended. “I’m quite the catch i’ll have you know.”
“Whatever you say dad.” Sophia smiled from laughing. “I wan’t to go back now. I need to tell her how awful I feel now.”
“Hey, don’t feel bad. Your emotions are normal, your reactions were normal. You don’t have to beat yourself up.” Baekhyun offered Sophia his arm.
“Thanks.” Sophia wrapped her arm around his. “You’re the best.”
You sat on the log alone, wondering if Baekhyun had gone to find Sophia. The thoughts kept you from going back to sleep, even though you were sleepy.
You sipped from Baekhyun’s mug, some of his coffee was left and you were too lazy to make more.
You were footsteps and voices and turned toward the noise, finding the two you were looking for. Sophia’s expression looked better, the expression you loved to see. Baekhyun’s eyes found yours first, smiling at your wrapped up figure in the blanket he left.
“Sophia..” Your voice was quiet as they both approached you. Sophia said no words as she only came closer engulfing you in a hug.
You were frozen in shock, your arms stiff as you processed what was happening.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Sophia whispered, rubbing your shoulder. “I wish I didn’t storm off like that. I regret not hearing you out. Please forgive me.” Sophia’s voice cracked slightly, you could tell she was holding back a fit of tears. Just as you were.
Your arms moved to wrap around her, pulling her close to you. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize. You will always be my best friend, no matter the circumstances.”
Sophia pulled back, holding your hands in hers. “I would hate to not be friends anymore..And I have to respect what makes you happy. If your happiness so happens to be my dad then so be it. You deserve happiness, everyone does.” Sophia’s eyes darted over your face. “And seeing you so vibrant makes my heart warm, Y/n.”
You pouted slightly at her words, so overwhelmed by emotions. You wanted to yell at her for how emotional she was making you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Baekhyun with his head tilt smiling at the two of you.
Baekhyun’s heart was beating out of control, watching at how strong you two’s friendship actually was. Seeing his daughter so connected with someone he liked so much made him happy. Both him and his daughter adored you? What else could Baekhyun ask for.
He watched silently watching your facial expressions as you and Sophia began a normal conversation after making up.
He rested his chin on his hand curiously listening in when his ears would pick up a few words. He was dazing if he was being honest, just watching your beautiful face smile so brightly as if you were the happiest woman on earth.
“Stop staring, I’m getting creeped out.” Sophia glared at her dad earning a laugh from Y/n. You turned to see Baekhyun already looking at you with a grin, he shook his head.
“I’m just watching, don’t mind me~” He waved.
You smiled back, patting the seat beside you for him to sit. “Come.”
Baekhyun happily sat beside you, taking your hand in his.
“Oh—this is something I’m going to have to get use to.” Sophia shook her head.
“Oh come on. I’ve seen you do worse with some guys.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re just holding hands.”
“I know, I know. It’s still new for me, okay? I’m trying.”
“I know I’m just teasing you.” You stuck your tongue out at her.
“We should pack up soon, you two have school tomorrow right? Midterms as well?”
You both groaned in unison, “Don’t remind me.” Sophia sighed. “I haven’t been studying as much.”
The car ride back as calm, Sophia fell asleep in the back seat. Soft music played on the radio and Baekhyun’s soothing voice sung to you. You were in a daze listening to him as you watched his pretty lips form words. His hand held yours, and his other on the steering wheel.
“Baekhyun.” You called quietly, your head laying on the head rest.
“Hmm?” He glanced at you for a second. But in a second his heart stopped.
You were looking up at him with the prettiest eyes and pouty lips, he couldn’t help but to pout at how adorable you looked, so sleepy.
“If you’re tired Y/n, go to sleep.” He said with a pout.
“Eh? Why are you pouting all of a sudden?” You giggled.
“Because.. you looked so cute.” Baekhyun confessed, becoming embarrassed as he said it out loud. “Just then when you looked at me..”
“Ohh..I see.” You
“It’s not like that, Y/n.” Baekhyun warned. You giggle at his defensive tone, shaking your head at how easy he was to tease sometimes. “So..” Baekhyun began, “Now that we’re together, will you be coming over more often?” You heard the hesitation in his tone as he asked, causing your eyes to shift back to his face. His expression was neutral. Baekhyun accepted if you wanted to remain living alone, as you two were only just beginning a relationship. But he did want to be around you almost 25/8 if possible.
“Of course Baekhyunie.” You teased, pinching his cheek. He turned his head with a dead stare, clearly not into your teasing. You giggled at the look on his face, you haven’t seen that one before. “Am I teasing you too much? Or am I babying you too much?” You asked in a childish tone.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes diverting them back onto the road. “I just want to see you often Y/n.” The way he said your name gave you goosebumps. His tone careful and smooth, like chocolate.
“I do too. I want to see you all the time.” You smiled back at him as the neutral expression turned into a happy one.
“You’re mean when you don’t want to be teased.” You huffed. “But you’re so quick to tease me.”
Baekhyun shook his head, “Because that’s my job. If I can’t tease you then where’s the fun?” He turned his head to flash you a smirk. You rolled your eyes at it, of course that was his reply.
“So…” Sophia scratched the back of her head as you all unloaded your things into the house. “Are you going to stay over?” She asked timidly.
“Yeah, uh—“
“We have some things to talk about, if that’s okay.” Baekhyun said to Sophia, grabbing your shoulder. You were confused, it didn’t show on your face as Baekhyun dragged you to his room. Sophia nodded carrying her things to her room. “I’ll be in my room, Ill probably go back to sleep honestly.”
Baekhyun shut the door behind him with his foot, looking at your confused look you gave him. “What?”
“We need to talk?”
“Y/n I just said that because I wanted you to myself.” Baekhyun walked closer wrapping his arms around your waist. “I actually have some work I need to be doing about now but, I just want to cuddle with you.” He pouted, resting his cheek on your head.
“You’re such a big baby.” You laughed, rubbing his side gently. “Your work is more important if it needs to be done, hmm?”
“No…” Baekhyun’s tone told you he was lying.
“Baekhyun.” You said sternly, pinching his side.
“Ah—Okay! I need to work on some online stuff.” His permanent pout was back as he detached himself from you to take out his laptop and plop on the bed. You rolled your eyes, unpacking some of your things and putting them away. Baekhyun let you have some space in his closet and a few empty drawers.
It honestly made your heart flutter to be able to put your things by his, to be able to have everything you needed right here. It was such a dumb thing to be so happy over, but it made your heart full.
Baekhyun tilted his head as he watched you stand in the closet, in a daze. “Bambi?” He called to not scare you. Was there a bug or something?
You turned your head to Baekhyun, blinking a few times. “Hmm? Did you say something?”
“Oh no, you were just standing there.” He laughed at your clueless expression.
You changed your clothing into something comfortable, a loose sweater and pair of leggings.
His arms folded over his chest as he observed your figure. His eyes landed on your exposed chest, the marks he left last night remaining.
“Mmm.” He hummed pleasantly with a grin on his face as you came closer to sit on the other side of the bed. You sat beside him, scooting closer to see what he was doing. His arms were crossed so you were clueless to why he wasn’t working.
“Hmm?” You asked when you felt his gaze on you, “Why are you just sitting here staring—“
Baekhyun interrupted you with a brief kiss. His lips desperately needing yours on them, he smiled as he pulled back. He could see the dazed look in your eyes as your lips stayed parted.
“Oh.” Your lips formed a single word with no meaning, just needing to say something in response to what happened.
“God Y/n.” He laughed, patting your cheek. “Earth to Y/n? Yoo-hoo!”
You shook your head coming back to reality, Baekhyun’s fingers lifting your chin slightly. Sorry, I don’t know why I just blanked.”
“It was that good?” He grinned, leaning back in his spot. Baekhyun looked down at his laptop, how could he get work done if you were here?
“Hmm, no.” You lied rolling your eyes, “How could your kiss do such a thing?”
“Oh so it wasn’t good?” Baekhyun raised a brow at you.
You shook your head, laughing to yourself. Teasing Baekhyun brought out something in him, it was funny to see it each time.
“Fine I won’t kiss you anymore.” He declared, looking back at his computer as he began to work again. “Don’t ask for any either.”
You pouted, Baekhyun was such a brat. “Not even one?” You asked, not getting a response from the man who typed away on his keyboard. “So now I’m getting the silent treatment?” You teased. Inside your were pouting that he wasn’t answering you, not even a single glance.
“Pleaseee?” You asked, trying to gain his attention. Baekhyun stayed focused, your attempts at getting his attention failing ultimately.
Laying on your side, you wrapped your arm around Baekhyun’s forearm hugging it. He rolled his eyes, grinning at your frustration. You watched as he scrolled, typed, read, rewrote. Your eyes felt heavier the longer you watched. But you liked the way his hands moved over the keys, his pretty fingers hitting each button delicately. How was it possible he had such perfect hands.
Your head nodded off as you let sleep finally take you. Baekhyun didn’t notice till your head his his side. He looked down, shaking his head at your squished cheek from laying against him. Your arms loosely wrapped around his, he continued his work for what felt like an hour before feeling tired himself. The drive back took most of your guy’s day, from morning till afternoon. It was inevitable that he’d start feeling sleepy sooner or later.
Baekhyun shut off his laptop, yawning as he set it on his bedside table then took off his glasses. He shifted till he was laying on his side, holding you in his arms as he shut his eyes.
“Hm, so it looks like i’ve won.” He heard you say into his chest.
Baekhyun was confused also shocked you had woken up. “Win?”
“I got your attention.” You said.
Baekhyun slapped your bum playfully, “Stop with the childishness or you’re going on my naughty list.”
“Naughty list? Who else is there.”
“There’s only a spot for you.”
“Not much of a list then.” You giggled when Baekhyun smacked his lips at your response.
“Go back to sleep.” He commanded.
“I feel like all I do is sleep with you, literally.”
Baekhyun smiled, rubbing your hip. “I like it though, being with you like this is always nice and relaxing.”
“You’re right, I like it too.” Your smile took over your face as you snuggled close to Baekhyun, he held you securely as he tried to fall asleep.
If it wasn’t for your random noises you made in your sleep he would’ve been asleep. You kept him awake for what felt like 45 minutes, your whimpers and moans in your sleep were stirring his insides.
He checked to make sure you were awake and playing a joke on him, but you were indeed asleep. He swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to put a bit of distance between you two but you whined whenever he moved.
He couldn’t win.
Baekhyun laid still, he was painfully hard at this point. What was he to do? He didn’t want to wake you up, but he wouldn’t move or go to sleep.
He sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “This is torture.”
You stirred in your sleep, turning the opposite way. Your backside was on display for Baekhyun now, he obviously couldn’t resist it. Not in this moment anyway.
His hand reached out slowly, traveling over the curve of your back and over the roundness of your ass. He squeezed it lightly, before his fingers traveled lower. He grazed over your folds, through your thin leggings he could feel everything.
Baekhyun sighed as he touched himself, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. His brows were pinched together as he rubbed your clit from the back, his fingers becoming damp. His other hand dipper below his sweats grabbing himself now, he pumped himself slowly at first, following the pace of his fingers. He felt your body move, backing up onto his fingers. He paused, looking over at you cautiously.
You were dead asleep, but your hips were moving on their own. Backing up until his entire hands cupping your sex. Baekhyun’s lips parted at this, confused but too horny to question it. He wanted to feel you on his fingers desperately, he ached to graze your wells with his digits.
He continued his repeating actions, speeding up when he felt himself coming closer to his orgasm. He felt your muscles in your thighs clench closing down on his hand and fingers, your hips rocked against his hand. Sweet quiet whimpers fell from your lips, Baekhyun’s ears picked up on them. He could clearly see your eyes closed, but were you actually asleep? He pinched your clit to get a genuine reaction from you, you didn’t do much. Your hips pushed back further until your ass was against Baekhyun’s thigh. You were practically inviting him to fuck your thighs as this point. Baekhyun couldn’t resist the urge, he sat up quickly positioning your hips in the perfect angle your thighs squished together as he let his dick spring free.
He lined himself up before sliding through the tiny gap in your thighs. He sighed loudly, his hand on your hip. Baekhyun’s eyes closed as he slowly moved his hips, his cock being warmed between your thighs.
‘Was this a fantasy, or a dream’ He thought. Were you actually this deep of a sleeper? You couldn’t be.
You knew Baekhyun was awake, you faked all your noises to get him to sink to such measures. Your plan to get back at him actually worked. But at this point, as he’s fucking your thighs. You’re contemplating if this was actually pay back. You wanted him to fuck you so aggressively, driving him to the point of sheer desperation. But he was like a horny dog humping your leg. In this case, jerking himself off on your thighs. You weren’t particularly complaining since he was hitting your clit along the way. But nothing beats skin to skin contact. Sometimes dry humping can be fun, desperate touching and eager thrusts.
Baekhyun leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, you felt your heart flutter. He’s never done such a thing before.
You were so desperate for touch you were going crazy over a simple kiss. This was a stupid idea the more you thought about it, you had to “wake up” at some point right? Nobody sleeps this heavy.
Baekhyun saw your head turn, your eyes slowly blinking open, had he woken you finally? He could have you all now. Growing impatient he leaned down, wrapping his arm under your chest. He grabbed your throat gently bring you into a kiss.
You were shocked that was the first thing he thought of doing once he realized you were awake.
“You’re finally awake.” He whispered against your lips, “You don’t know what you’ve done, Y/n.”
Oh but you do. Your mind drifted to all the ways you could tease him right now, but that wasn’t your focus.
“Huh?” You acted clueless, looking up into his eyes. Baekhyun sighed at your tired expression, laying on your tummy and your ass pressed right into his groin. His heart beat picked up, almost racing.
“You’re in the mood?” You asked under him, your finger tips grazed his arm that wrapped around you.
“Mmm.” He hummed in response, “I tried sleeping, but you were being so loud. Y/n.” His words gave you goosebumps, you obviously knew. Hearing him admit it was different though, it made your thighs tense slightly.
“I’m glad you’re up now,” He kissed your jaw pushing his hips into your ass. “We can have some fun hmm?”
“Hmm, is that what you want Baekhyunie?”
“Excuse me?” He was about to laugh at what you’d call him if it weren’t for your sultry eyes looking back at him with your lip caught between your lips. He was desperate.
“Yes it is.” He answered, “Let me make you feel good, Y/n.”
“No, I…” You gathered the courage to confess what you truly wanted. “I wan’t you to be rough with me tonight.”
Baekhyun’s brows raised at your wish, “Rough? Are you sure Y/n?” Was this your way of surrendering yourself to him. Your first night back as a couple and you want him to be aggressive?
“Mhm.” You smiled up at him, his usual playful eyes were the exact opposite.
Without a word Baekhyun yanked down your bottoms, you didn’t bother wearing underwear since it was your pajamas. It worked toward Baekhyun’s favor, he chuckled. He tossed your bottoms off the bed, cupping your sex with his bare hand.
A gasp left your lips. “Don’t be surprised now Y/n.” Baekhyun teased, wiggling his finger between your folds.
He positioned your hips his way, rubbing over your clit as he did so. When you were to his liking he leaned back on his knees seeing your spread legs and ass on full display.
“Hmm.” He hummed in satisfaction, you were in the perfect position. “Keep this position sweetie, if you falter I’ll punish you.”
Baekhyun’s words sent chills up your spine, his hand gripping onto your hips as he came closer. You felt him brush over your clit before pushing into you. You sighed, your brows pinching together at the sensation. Every time you two had sex, you were so light headed and drunk off the feeling. You felt as if you couldn’t get enough of him, you wanted everything from him.
Baekyun didn’t give you time to adjust, his hips thrusted into you deeply. He didn’t slow his pace, only making you keep up with him. His hand reached up to wrap around your wrist, he pulled it and put it behind your back, restraining you.
“Ah!” You gasped as your balance was thrown off, your face fell into the pillow. Baekhyun chuckled.
“Don’t forget what I said, Y/n.” He reminded you, patting your hip. “Just because I’m restraining you a bit you want to slump like that?”
You sat up the best you could, your wrist in his hand rolling your sorely. Your fingers curled into a fist. Baekhyun noticed, looking down curiously, was this painful? He loosened his grip on your wrist, watching as your hand searched to grab his own.
“Mm-“ You tried to speak out, feeling his loosening grip on your wrist made you panic. You wanted him to hold you here, the sting in your shoulder and wrist felt so good. “Don’t let go.” You said quietly.
Baekhyun’s brown eyes darted from your moving lips to your wrist. “Alright, Sweetheart.”
Your tummy exploded with butterflies at the nickname you hadn’t heard in a while. When the word fell from his lips it was like a million kisses over your face, the warmest hug, the brightest smile.
Such a sweet nickname in such a dirty setting, Baekhyun knew what he was doing to you. That little shit. You were caught off guard when Baekhyun smacked your ass harshly, you yelped at the sting.
Baekhyun grinned down at you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He liked your surprised noises.
Baekhyun wasn’t sure if he wanted to be rough as you had told him moments ago, he was feeling like cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply. Treating you like the princess he saw you as. Was being rough even in his nature? Sure he was needy at sometimes, being a little aggressive here and there. You giving yourself to him so freely, so easily, he wanted to fight for the control. Being given it so willingly by you was endearing in his eyes, you trusted him so much you surrendered your body and pleasure to him.
He found it so cute, how you squirmed under him desperately. The sweater you wore bunched up at your waist, the cute color of your skin exposed from your hips down. He stared in awe, his heart beating faster. Was this all his? He couldn’t believe it, even if it was the truth.
Baekhyun was in a daze, his hips moving on their own, he could feel the pleasure but as he thought about you he was in a daydreaming state. His hand pushed under your sweater feeling how warm your skin was under his fingertips, you shivered in return.
“Your hands are always so damn cold.” You closed your eyes when they cupped your breasts, the cold feeling against them made you more aroused.
“Are you always this talkative?” He joked as he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck.
“Take it off.” You pleaded, you wanted his lips all over your shoulders and back. You wanted him to leave marks only you’d be able to see later.
“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He teased as he pulled your sweater off your body. He was mesmerized at your skin tone glowing in such low lighting. Baekhyun lowered himself to the back of your neck, leaving a single kiss. You shivered as he expected, his lips smiled against your skin. He kisses over your shoulders, sucking on random spots and leaving love marks.
Baekhyun thought hickeys were some cliche teenage thing kids did, but when you proposed the idea to him. You left marks over his neck, he loved the feeling of your tongue sliding over his neck, your lips peppering kisses all over. He fell in love, and from then on he wanted to give you them. No where so obvious, but places he would find them again, reminding him of your nights together.
He adorned your back with kisses, his hands caressing your sides and hips. You smiled against the pillow, the feeling of his fingertips dragging up and down your waist made you feel so small. Here he was leaned over you, cock buried deep in you gently kissing over your back. What kind of contrast would this be called?
“You’re thinking so hard you can’t hear me hmm?” You heard Baekhyun ask, his eyes were looking at the side of your side he could see.
“Oh, yes?”
“Yes? Alright then.”
“Wait—“
Baekhyun flipped you over onto your back as he placed himself between your legs, putting them over his shoulders.
“I asked you if I could eat you out till you were crying.” Baekhyun clarified. “I knew the answer anyways.” He grinned up at you slyly.
“O-Oh.”
He didn’t waste anytime licking up your clit slowly, keeping eye contact without faltering. Your parted lips and slight red tinge over your cheeks told Baekhyun you were enjoying yourself. Your thighs shook slightly when he ran his tongue over your clit repeatedly. Such a sensation made you feel too sensitive, it was like a jolt going through your entire body. Baekhyun chuckled, apologizing.
“You’re cruel.” The words left your lips as Baekhyun ran his hand over your tummy.
“Hmm, I’m not the one who wanted me to be ‘rough’ am I?” He tilted his head at you.
You pouted, “I’m so tired, I want cuddles at this point.”
“Cuddles? Aww.” He placed a kiss by your pubic bone, leaning up to place more kisses over your tummy until he reached under your breasts. “I’ll make the accommodation.”
Baekhyun turned you on your side as he laid behind you with his arms on your hips.
“You know..” You began, realizing the position you two were in. “At this angle it would feel really nice.”
“Darling, could you make up your mind?” Baekhyun whispered by your ear. “But..I do agree.”
You bit your lip at his husky voice, with it being right by your ear you got goosebumps. You reached behind you traveling down until your hand felt him, you guided him to your entrance. You decided to tease him by only rubbing him over your folds. He sighed by your ear, his forehead resting on the back of your shoulder.
“Fuck, Y/n. Right now?” His voice was strained, your hand wrapped around him felt good, but you teasing him like this was torture.
You giggled deciding it was enough, you let him slide into you slowly. You both let out a noise of relief, Baekhyun’s breath against your skin made you feel chills. Baekhyun couldn’t move for a second, taking in how tight you were from this angle. Your were impatient though, you began moving your hips yourself when Baekhyun waited a second too long. He sucked in a breath.
“Y/n—“ His whine was like music to your ears, it caused you to moan quietly.
His hand grabbed your hips in some attempt to ground himself.
“Fuck. You’re so tight like this, I needed a second.” He whispered. “Be patient hmm?” His lips pressed against your shoulder.
“But, I want you.” Your childish tone made Baekhyun chuckle, his chest vibrating against your back.
“I’ll grant this one wish for you.” He pressed another kiss on your shoulder. “Try not to be loud.”
His hips pushed himself into you deeply, it was almost painful. The pain became pleasurable as he kept thrusting in and out, but your clit felt so lonely.
You took Baekhyun’s hand on your hip and pushed it down between your thighs. He got the message easily, letting his finger please you how you liked it. His lips found your neck, kissing it gently as his hips thrusted slowly.
The feeling of his lips on your neck, his fingers on your clit, and his cock angled inside you was all too much. It felt so overwhelmingly pleasurable, you loved being in his embrace, trapped between his chest and his hand holding you in place. Your eyes shut as his lips traveled up to behind your ear, whispering such dirty words to them. Baekhyun loved this as much as you did, having you right where he needed you.
“Y/n.” He called quietly, his breathing becoming ragged.
Your head turned slightly, enough to see his fluffy hair and his eyes. “Huh?”
“Fuck—“ Baekhyun cursed when he saw the expression on your face. Fucked out and dazed, of course you were in such a state all of this pleasure was causing you to shut down.
Baekhyun kissed your jaw, bringing you back to your senses. “Don’t get so overwhelmed by the feeling baby, I’ll let you finish don’t worry.”
Baekhyun kept his word, his finger speeding up as but his thrust stayed slow. You listened to him, letting your head lay on the pillow and your eyes close again. You focused on how his fingers moved as they drew circles over your clit. Your thighs began to quiver as your orgasm hit it’s peak. Baekhyun felt your walls squeezing around him, he couldn’t hold off long enough. Baekhyun sped up his thrusts, unable to control his urge he bit your shoulder gently in frustration.
“Ah!” You yelped at the small bite from Baekhyun. “B-Baekhyun I’m too sensitive.” Your hand tried to stop his fingers on your clit, he grabs your hand in return holding your body closer to his.
“Be still for me Y/n.” His voice was so deep, desperate for some release.
You obliged to the best of your abilities, you were still so sensitive and coming down from your high.
Baekhyun quickly reached his own end, pulling out and releasing between your thighs.
“Ack..” You sighed at where he finished. “Baekhyun why.” You said annoyed.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. It felt so nice though.” Baekhyun chuckled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “Fuck…come here.” He wrapped his arms around you.
The cum squished between your thighs, it made you uncomfortable. “Mmm, clean me up. I hate this feeling.”
Baekhyun pat your hip. “Of course my love.” He got up to fetch a wet warm cloth, he cleaned between your legs wiping over your clit teasingly.
“Stop…” You whined your body jolting at his touch. “You know how sensitive I am right now?”
“I definitely do, I was just teasing you.” His laugh made your lips turn up into a small smile. You hated how charming he was, and so effortlessly he was with it.
“Shut up. Come hold me now.” You commanded patting the bed.
“You dont want to shower with me?” He offered, his back turned to you as he walked toward the bathroom door.
You whined. “Baekhyun..” You definitely were not in the mood to get up right now.
“Come on Y/n.” He called in the bathroom now, the light turned on with him entering.
“Baekhyunie.” You pleaded, sitting up nonetheless. You swung your legs over the bed but stopped when you tried to stand up. Your legs wobbled terribly as you tried.
“Baekhyun!”
“Ah! What is it? Why do you keep calling my name?” He frowned.
“Help me, please.” You frowned back at him, struggling to stand.
“Lord have mercy, Y/n. What am I going to do with you?” He grinned at you as he came to hoist you up practically walking you to the bathroom.
“I’ll make this quick so you can go sleep. Hmm princess?”
“Okay.” You pouted as he sat you on the counter.
After Baekhyun pampered you in the shower, even washing your face for you kindly. He dried you off gently, making sure he rubbed lotion all over before dressing you in one of his shirts.
“Of course you didn’t grab my pajamas.” You playfully rolled your eyes when he pulled the shirt over your head.
“You look very cute.” Baekhyun’s smile shined brightly at the sight of you in his clothing. “I like seeing you like this, it makes me happy.”
“Well if it makes you happy.” You grinned back at him. “I’ll wear them more often.”
Baekhyun couldn’t explain how flustered he became at your words, “O-Okay..” He loved seeing you only in his shirt or sweaters, you looked perfect to him. But he felt like the act was so intimate and romantic. Baekhyun found that these were the sort of things he cherished. Small moments like this, being in such a domestic relationship with you felt so calm and relaxing. Just what he needed after years of constant work. Never taking much time for himself to indulge in his personal pleasures until he found you.
He began snacking more, something he rarely did. He started doing longer skincare, something you loved doing, but something he never did. He enjoyed cooking every morning, something he did only on weekends until he became determined to feed you. You brought out the little pleasures in his life and it made him so flustered. How had he lived so long without these things, he wasn’t sure.
“Is the Baekhyun I know blushing?” You had to take the opportunity to tease him in moments like these. Of course he hated it, despised being teased by the number one person he loved to tease.
“Ah, s-stop we’re not doing this again.” He groaned stuttering, he dried his hair with a towel haphazardly. You smacked your lips at how rough he was with his hair all the time, tangling it with his towel just to have to brush the knots out later.
You took the towel from his hands to gently dry it for him. Baekhyun’s cheeks reddened further, why was he acting like such a little boy?
Was he embarrassed by the fact you’re so close to him or the fact you’re taking care of him? He couldn’t decipher his emotions, he only watched your soft eyes as he stayed still.
You looked from his wet hair to his brown eyes, they were already on you. It caused you to smile, the look on his face was one that told you he was struggling.
“Come on Baek, you know I’m only teasing you.”
“I know.”
“So why the face?” You pouted.
“Being in any vulnerable state in front of you makes me flustered.”
“Vulnerable?” You tilted your head at his words, were you making him feel small? “I didn’t mean to—“
“No, you didn’t do it purposely. I just got emotional is all.” He tried laughing at himself to relieve the slight tension. “I was thinking about how you’ve made me open my eyes and take care of myself.”
Your eyes sparkled up at Baekhyun’ he couldn’t resist looking deeply into them as he spoke. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb over the smooth skin lovingly.
“I’m glad.” You smiled, your worried expression fading away. Baekhyun’s lips pressed against yours briefly, as if to thank you.
He smiled again before rubbing his hand over your hair, he kissed your forehead. “Come on, I know you’re getting tired.”
As if on cue you let out a yawn, causing Baekhyun to coo at you teasingly.
“See.”
“I know I know.”
Baekhyun laid down, opening his arms for you to come into them. You did so without hesitation, laying your head between the crook of his neck.
“Please don’t, not there.” He whispered.
“Huh?”
“My neck is sensitive Y/n.”
His words made your cheeks burn slightly, you weren’t trying to make anything happen but it caught you off guard. Why hadn’t you known this sooner? He never asked for his neck to be kissed or anything before you gave him hickeys. But you didn’t realize then?
“Oops.” Was all you said before positioning your head on his chest instead.
“Can I be the little spoon?” Baekhyun’s quiet voice asked, it made your heart explode at his cute voice asking such a cute question.
“Of course, baby.” You tried not to sound so giddy at him asking such a question.
“I’m just…I want to be held right now.” You caught Baekhyun’s tone, it made you frown slightly.
“Come here.” You commanded quietly, “I’ll hold you, alright?”
“Mhm.” He hummed as your arms wrapped around him, you kissed the back of his neck—you forgot.
“Y/n! Stop!”
You giggled, “I’m sorry! I forgot that quickly.” You heard him huff frustratedly, it was amusing to see Baekhyun acting so reserved? “I won’t do it again.” You said placing a kiss on his shoulder instead.
“Thank you… for this.” His vulnerable voice grabbed at your heart strings, he sounded so different.
You decided not to question him, if he wanted to talk about it he would come to you. He just wanting to be held right now, and you were here to do that. You let your head lay against the pillow, his head of hair directly in front of you. It smelled like strawberries, such a sweet scent it made you smile. You kissed the back of his head, whispering how nice he smelled.
“You’re so strange Y/n.”
“I love you.”
“I—“ Baekhyun paused. “W-what?”
“I love you so much Baekhyun.”
“I-I love you too Y/n.” His grip on your hand tightened, you felt his shoulders shake slightly before he let out a quiet sob.
“Baekhyun..” You rubbed his hand with your thumb, you found it so hard to not ask what was wrong. What was troubling him, why he wanted to be held. But you didn’t, you would wait.
He will come to you when he’s ready.
Baekhyun was appreciative of this, you letting him just experience such emotions without question. His heart ached for this type of love, and now that he heard you say those words. Something in him snapped, he couldn’t control the wave of emotions and tears that came. It was unlike him to get so emotional. But it felt so nice to let it out and be comforted.
“It’s alright.” You whispered to him as he calmed down, his cries reduced to small hiccups and sniffles. Baekhyun’s eyes closed at the sound of your voice, your gentle sweet voice.
“Y/n.”
“Yes my little baby.” You joked.
“Can you sing to me?”
The question caught you off guard, you’ve never sung in front of Baekhyun before. You only knew he had such an amazing singing voice, you would embarrass yourself.
“S-sure.” But you weren’t going to let him down over a little embarrassment. Your heart was beating nervously as you cleared your throat, humming quietly before trying your voice.
“Even if my heart stops beating. You're the only thing I need, with me..” You kissed the back of his head once, causing Baekhyun to smile softly.
“Even if the Earth starts shaking. You're the only thing worth taking, with me.” Your words made Baekhyun feel calm and secure, his hand over yours squeezing tightly.
“Even if the sky's on fire. Got you here, it's alright, with me.”
“And if it's all over, I’m taking this moment…with me.” You stopped when Baekhyun’s breathing became even that’s when you knew he had fallen asleep.
Your heart ached, the song you sang for him was sweet and you meant every word. The undying love between two people facing the end of the world.
You would cherish this moment with Baekhyun, listening to his light snores and cuddling up to his warm body. His small waist so huggable and his comfy broad back being the perfect place to rest your head.
You soon fell asleep, only thinking about your future with Baekhyun.
“Y/n, ah…Dad say’s breakfast is ready.”
Your eyes shot open at the voice.
“Oh—Sophia!” You said groggily. “T-thanks. I’ll be out in a second.”
“Alright!” Sophia smiled awkwardly before closing the door.
Of course it was going to be like this..your best friend in your dad’s bed and in his clothes. You felt horrible for the awkward atmosphere. But you had to try for Sophia and Baekhyun, you would become part of the family.
You slipped on your own clothing to not bother Sophia further, before leaving Baekhyun’s room to the kitchen.
“Ohh, finally look who’s up.” Baekhyun looked to you with a smile, gesturing for you to sit. “I’m making your guy’s plate don’t worry.”
You smiled back before taking a seat by Sophia, you wouldn’t purposely make it awkward. You two were still best friends and school mates.
“So…has Sungwoo been in contact with you?” You tried striking a conversation.
That seemed to peak her interest.
“Oh! I meant to tell you, we’re going on a date tonight.”
“Really? Those mountains are hours away though?” Your brows furrowed, no way he’d come drive hours for a date?
“He actually lives in town, his grandma stays up in the mountains. He occasionally comes to help.” Sophia explained.
“Ahh, I see.”
“I’m so grateful, I was worried about long distance…N-not like I’m trying to rush a relationship but you never know…right?”
Your eyes darted from Baekhyun’s wide shoulders then back to Sophia. “Right.” You giggled.
“Wow.” Sophia laughed realizing what your eyes were saying.
Baekhyun came around the island, placing plates in front of you two then his own, sitting beside you. He smelled good, he smelled like strawberries still.
“Smell good?” Sophia asked noticing your sniffing as the food arrived.
You nodded, laughing to yourself. “I’m hungry.”
“Eat up.” Sophia and Baekhyun said simultaneously. They shared a look before rolling their eyes.
After breakfast Sophia disappeared to hang with her new male friend Sungwoo. You and Baekhyun stayed home, Baekhyun catching up on some work sadly. He always worked when he needed to, he never put it off or procrastinated. He was strict about that part.
As you were sat scrolling through your phone watching funny videos, Baekhyun got up to clean his glasses.
“Ah! Baek look at this!” You giggled, running to show him a video of dog taking his owners camera and running with it. The video was the dog’s point of view, it was funny to you.
“Can’t you see I’m cleaning my glasses, Amy?”
“Oh—Amy?” You were taken back, your brows furrowing slightly.
“Y/n—I-oh my god. Why did I say that?”
“Who is Amy?”
Baekhyun shook his head putting his glasses back on, “She’s an architect we’re working with on this building project.” He explained, it made you let out a breath you were subconsciously holding in.
“Why…Did Y/n get jealous?” He gasped dramatically.
“Shut up.”
“You did! I knew it, wow Y/n. I’ve never seen this side of you.” He teased further, he brought back two cups of yogurt. “Here.” He handed one to you. “A snack break.”
You pouted taking the cup and spoon.
“Go on, sit and eat. Don’t make me force feed you.” He said sternly.
“You’re going to make me gain so much weight, All we do is eat Baek.” You pinched the fat on your thighs.
“All the more to hold my dear.” He smiled slyly at you plopping back on the couch. You shook your head, standing by the couch hesitating. You wanted to talk about last night, it was on your mind all morning. Even over breakfast you could feel he was holding something in. What was it? Was it alright to ask?
You rested your hand on his shoulder, appearing behind him as you leaned down closer. You let your arms wrap around him, your lips right by his ear.
“Do you want to talk about it Baek?” You asked quietly, you would pry too much if it obviously was something he wasn’t ready to talk about. But you felt left in the dark.
He sighed, grabbing one of your hands gently. “I..I’m not sure.” He responded. Baekhyun felt conflicted with his emotions last night and they all kind of spilled out. “I want to, im just so scared I’ll start crying. I hate crying.” He huffed as if he was annoyed.
“Baekhyun, emotions are normal. And if you need to cry im right here. Alright?” You pat his chest with your other hand.
He leaned his head back, it finding your chest as he did. His eyes shut, sighing. “I suppose, if you’re here.”
“Take your time Baek, I’m right here.”
Your words but him more at ease, he took a deep breath before speaking. “When Sophia’s mother and I were together..she cheated on me. That’s why we separated and she abandoned Sophia.”
You were slightly taken back, he hadn’t told you the reason they were no longer together. You only assumed they fell out of love.
“While we were together I did everything I could to give her all my love. I would leave work early just to see her before she left for night shift.” Baekhyun’s voice fell low, unnaturally low. He was fighting back tears already.
“During that time when I was away at work, she would bring over the man she was cheating on me with. The entire time I was rushing to finish work early, skipping out on extra hours. It was for nothing because she didn’t see my effort anyway.” Baekhyun’s hand on yours fell loosely, but you held it tightly, not letting him go.
“I only ever found out years later when she said she wanted a divorce.” Baekhyun’s eyes pricked with tears, his chest feeling extremely heavy now. “She was my first and ever everything. But, I was just another one of her many men she used. She never loved me to begin with, only what I could get her.”
“A-and last night, I don’t know—I.. When we were close to each other, you just reminded me how much you’ve given to me and how much love you’ve given to me—to us.” Bae
You felt your heart sank at his words. “Baekhyun..” You called quietly.
He opened his watery eyes up at you, his brows furrowed. “Y-yes my love?” Even in such a moment like this he calls you his.
“I meant it, when I said I love you.” You let your thumb wipe away his stray tears that fell, his lip quivering.
“And I did too. I love you Y/n.” Baekhyun’s eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. “She never once showed me an ounce of love, and after meeting you and loving you. You made me realize that. And—and..” Baekhyun’s emotions became too much, he quickly shut his eyes to gather himself. “And it made me see how amazing love it, how good being with someone you trust and respect is. Y/n, you’re my first everything. You’re my first in the sense to have done everything with love being your intention.” Baekhyun opened his teary eyes again, he couldn’t lift them to look at you again. He felt so embarrassed and vulnerable, he’s never opened up to someone like this. Never in such an emotional way.
You were speechless at first, you felt your lip quiver as his words only now sunk in. Baekhyun had put so much into a relationship-even having a kid- but only for it to be thrown to the side by the one person he did it all for. You felt so honored to be the one to show Baekhyun the love he deserved, even if for only a short period of time.
“You make my heart hurt so much, just seeing you cry like this Baekhyun.” You laughed sadly, “I hate this. I hate knowing you’ve suffered so much. You and Sophia.” You sniffed, knowing your tears were dropping from your cheeks slowly.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” Baekhyun reached up, tucking your hair behind your ear and wiping a tear. “Come here.” He pulled you around the couch, pulling you down into his lap and warm embrace.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He held your head to his chest and pet over your head.
“No, it’s alright. Crying is healthy remember?” You rubbed his side, letting your arm wrap around his waist loosely. “I’m glad you opened up to me, I know it’s hard to do. Especially when it hurts this bad.”
Baekhyun’s heart fluttered uncontrollably at your kind words, he knew in that moment you were the only one he wanted. The only one he would love, the only one he would call such endearing nicknames. The only one he would tease and give endless kisses to.
When Baekhyung was silent for too long you opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was gazing down at you with soft brown eyes and a small smile on his lips. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were red from crying.
“What?” Are you alright?” You asked pouting slightly.
“I’m perfectly fine.” He leaned his head back on the couch closing his eyes. “Thank you, Y/n. For everything.”
“Y-you’re welcome?”
“You were just supposed to take it silently.” Baekhyun teased.
You frowned at him even if he didn’t see it. “Fine.” You rolled your eyes before thinking, “Thank you, for being so easy to love.” You giggled.
Baekhyun raised a brow at your question. “Easy to love?”
“You’re so kind and gentle, you’re not hard to please and you’re so understanding. You’re the sweetest lover, I’m lucky to have you Baekhyun.” You smiled when he looked back down at you.
“Sweetest lover you say?” Baekhyun repeated dreamily, he felt like he was in a daze at your words.
“Yes, give yourself some credit hmm?” You tapped his side teasingly.
“You too…” He said slightly embarrassed. “You’re the only one to put up with me.”
“Put up with you isn’t the correct term. I’d say accepting you is better.” You corrected placing a kiss on his exposed collarbone.
“Y/n.” He whispered, he earned your attention causing you to look up. When you did he leaned down to place his lips on yours. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He wanted to hold you and just give you all of him, he felt the overwhelming urge to do so. He wasn’t sure if it was the emotions getting to him again.
You smiled into the kiss, caressing his jaw gently. You rubbed your thumb over his cheek as your lips slowly moved over his. His kisses made you feel dizzy and drunk, of course that was his natural effect on you all the time. Addicting just as he was.
You pulled back, watching as his lips spread into a grin. “I needed this.” Baekhyun said.
“I’m happy you feel better.” You smiled back at him, pecking his lips once more. “How about take out and some scary movies?” You suggested.
He groaned, throwing his head back on the couch. “Y/n…I can’t I still have so much work to catch up on.”
You pouted slightly, but notheless nodded moving to roll off of him. He stopped you with his arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He raised his brow at you.
“You said you had work to do.” You reminded him, placing a hand on his chest. “Right?”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you cuddling me..” He said quietly, his cheeks turning a light pink.
“You want me to be your lap dog hmm.” You joked, resting your head back on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. He shivered at your arms grazing his sides.
“You know what I mean.” He corrected rolling his eyes as he grabbed his laptop again sitting it on the arm of the couch.
“This isn’t so bad. I can scroll with one hand. And I can use this hand to..” Baekhyun rubbed your back up and down soothingly. His kind gesture causing your lips to part as if to say something, but went quiet.
“I can tell you’re thinking.” He said quietly. “You’ve gone quiet.”
“I was going to say this feels so nice. Being close to you and in your arms without being a nuisance.” You whispered.
“You’re never a nuisance, Y/n.” He corrected sternly. It almost shocked you how serious his tone gotten. “Why would you think that?”
“Because you’re so busy, I just don’t want to get in your way. I know what it’s like being so busy and overwhelmed. Adding a person to worry about on top of that is stressful to you isn’t it?” Your question made Baekhyun’s brows furrow. He shook his head.
“Well is it stressful for you?”
“No.”
“Then that’s your answer from me. No. Y/n you’re never in my way, I enjoy having you around especially while I’m working. I have someone to love, to talk to and keep me company.
“You’re just so good with words hmm?” You teased pinching his side.
“Ah! That hurt!” Baekhyun’s cute whine filled the air, you giggled trying to hit your amusement.
“I think I just want to stay like this.”
“Like this?”
“Mhm.”
“Forever.”
“Only when I can get you alone.”
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Part 1 Wanda x Reader
Summary: You bump into Wanda Maximoff at a grocery store. Wouldn’t be a problem if either of you were anyone else but you two were no ordinary people.
You would think having the ability to take anyone’s power would be awesome. It’s not.
With a simple touch, you could take any person with special abilities’ special powers from them. You figured this out in grade school when you high-fived one of your friends for the first time. Suddenly you could see through walls. That same year, you figured out they could take those powers back.
A few years later you found out they could only take those powers back if they wanted them. You tried giving someone their invisibility back but they would not have it. Now you are stuck with it. You are stuck with a few others too, like walking through walls and mimicking voices. Those you got from random strangers on the street.
Obviously, you tried to give them back. You wouldn’t take what isn’t yours, but it was an impossible task. Finding a stranger you bumped into in New York is kind of hard.
You’ve tried passing off powers to other people but it never worked. You could only return them to the person who gave them to you. To give them back, all you had to do was touch them again and they had to want the powers back. It was that simple.
So when you bump into Wanda Maximoff at the grocery store, things get a little complicated.
You’ve made a friend recently who turns out to be Sokovian. Seeing as his birthday is coming up, you thought it would be cool to cook him a traditional Sokovian meal. A few searches on Google and you print out a list of what you need.
You leave to the nearest store that would have all you need. You check off your list, heading toward the aisle of spices. You finally find the one the recipe calls for and lucky for you, it’s the last one. You reach for it but you feel someone else’s hand touching yours, reaching for the same thing.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. You look at the woman who is standing really close to you for a stranger. She has intense green eyes, you notice. She pulls her hand away.
“It’s alright,” you say.
“Was that the last one?” she asks, awkwardly.
“It seems so,” you confirm. “But we can ask an employee if they have more somewhere?”
You flag down an employee two aisles down and ask. They shake their head and then tell you they won’t be getting more until next week. The woman with the green eyes sighs.
“We can split it,” you suggest. “I don’t need the whole thing. At least I don’t think so? I just need it to make a Sokovian dish that calls for it. I probably won’t be using it for anything else.”
“I don’t know. Sokovian food is delicious if I may say so. You’ll get a taste and might regret sharing this with a stranger,” she teases.
You smile and ask, “Oh, are you Sokovian?”
She nods and you add, “Well, then I insist on sharing it with you. Maybe you can actually give me a few tips on this recipe?”
“What are you making?” she asks you. You show her the recipe on your phone and she kindly shares some of her expertise which you’re grateful for. She follows you around the store making conversation as you grab the rest of what you need. Technically, you follow her around as she suggests you other stuff to add to the recipe.
You add a mini mason jar to your cart. You both head to pay and outside pour some of the spice into your mason jar and give her the rest of the bottle. You thank her for all the help and wish her a great day.
Wanda gets back to the tower in a positive mood. Everyone notices and asks her what happened. She replies that she just had a nice interaction with a stranger and it made her day.
Though her day was made, the rest of her week was hell. She doesn’t know what is wrong with her. Her powers have been failing her. She doesn’t understand. At first she thinks it’s just the more difficult things she can’t do but then she notices how no one’s thoughts appear in her head. It’s quiet. She only hears her own.
Something was definitely wrong.
You thought you were imagining things but after guessing what your friends’ were thinking for the umpteenth time, you knew you had taken someone else’s power.
You don’t think it’s too bad at first. Only your friends’ heavy thoughts made their way into your head. Unfortunately, some of those thoughts you can never unhear again.
The problem comes when you go to the library for the first time with this new power. The library is hell. It’s full of people who are just thinking loudly. See in public, there are people who are thinking loudly of course, but there are more people distracted and speaking without thinking, which you never thought you would be so grateful for.
You don’t last in the library for very long. So libraries are on your list of places to avoid. Soon, movie theaters are also on that list and then so are museums. Any place where people are meant to be quiet is where it’s loudest in your head.
You wish you knew who you touched to get these powers. You begin to think back at everyone the past few weeks that you might have had direct contact with. A hand you shook or an arm you bumped into. You’ve always been cautious about your surroundings so these things wouldn’t happen.
Everyone you greeted at your Sokovian friend’s party you’ve greeted before. No one was new there. The Sokovian at the store!
Damn it. You never got her name or anything. Maybe you’ll encounter her at the store again. The next few days, you spend hours at the same store. People begin to think you’re an employee and you almost feel like one, knowing exactly where everything is from spending so much time there.
You’ve even made plans with one employee to go hangout. But no green eyed Sokovian makes an appearance.
Three weeks you have this power when you find that not only can you read people’s thoughts, but you hold things without actually touching them. It happens when you drop something in the kitchen. You reach for it to catch it before it hits the floor but it’s nowhere near your grasp. However, it never hits the floor.
You then notice a red mist-like substance coming from your hands floating in the direction of the object. You see that it’s holding it up. After that, you start practicing with random things around your apartment. You begin with lighter things, thinking you would only be able to hold weight that you could in your actual arms, but it is not so.
You work your way up to lifting your car in the air and in that same moment you learn you could do multiple things like lifting your car and replacing the flat tire.
Two months with these abilities and you feel you start getting the hang of it. You still can’t go to the library. You’ve tried again but the voices are too loud. You still go to the store where you met the woman that unintentionally gifted you these powers to try and return them. She seemed like a decent person and you don’t know what she used these powers for. Maybe she needs them.
You still have yet to find her.
Wanda hasn’t been on a mission in three months. Instead, Bruce has been poking and prodding her with needles and running countless tests trying to figure out what happened with her powers. Three weeks ago she began to go to a therapist because Steve thought it might be a mental block of some sort that she had to work through.
Though therapy was doing wonders for her, they weren’t getting her anywhere near having her powers back. Bruce’s tests weren’t helpful either. She’s been stuck in the tower for three months and her days have never felt so repetitive until now- train, go to therapy, undergo tests. Rinse and repeat.
The media had begun to notice as well. She turns to another TV channel where the news anchor asks “Where is Wanda Maximoff?” as if she’s disappeared from the face of the earth. In a way she has.
Fortunately for her, you are watching that same channel. You are cooking dinner and have the television channel on for background noise. You hear them talking about the Avengers. They’ve never been of much interest to you, although they should be seeing as though you live in the same city and something is always going down here because of that reason.
“For those who have been living under a rock,” the new anchor starts, “Wanda Maximoff is one of the newer additions to the Avengers.”
“She’s the one with the red magic, isn’t she?” the co-anchor asks. That grabs your attention. You turn to look at the screen. “That’s right. She joined about a year ago after the fall of Sokovia.”
That had to be a coincidence, right?
“She hasn’t been reported to be on any missions the last three months,” the reporter continues. That definitely couldn’t be a coincidence, you think, counting back the time you’ve attained these powers.
“Here is a clip of Maximoff using her magic to save diplomats at the embassy five months ago when…” You don’t hear the rest as you watch the clip play.
It’s the green eyed Sokovian who helped you out at the market. Your suspicions about it being her who had these powers were correct. You just didn’t think you took powers from an Avenger. Someone who definitely needs these powers to do her job and save people like the clip shows. Shit.
You smell the food you’re cooking burning.
“Shit!”
Wanda pounds her hand on the mat. Sweat clings onto her shirt. She’s tired and out of breath.
“Again,” Nat commands. Wanda huffs and stands up, getting back into her fighting pose. She takes a swing that the Black Widow easily dodges. Not two moves later, she hits the mat again.
“Again,” Nat repeats.
“Natasha, give the kid a break,” Steve says, watching from the side.
“It’s okay,” Wanda assures him.
Natasha explains, “If therapy and tests aren’t working, maybe self defense will.”
Steve seems doubtful but allows it. They really need Wanda to work through whatever is blocking her from using her powers. He winces seeing Wanda hit the mat.
“Again.”
“I’ve told you for the millionth time. My name is Y/N L/N and I need to speak to Wanda Maximoff. Or any of the Avengers, really. Or even one of their assistants or something. It’s vital,” you try helplessly.
“Unless you have clearance, I can’t let you up,” the guy at the desk says to you for what feels like the hundredth time. You’ve been coming in the past few days trying to get someone to let you see Wanda.
“Look, it’s really important. Can’t you, like, give her a message or something?” You’re desperate at this point. He laughs.
“Ah, yes, let me just text her real quick. ‘hey Wanda. It’s that one guy you said hello to once downstairs. There’s some girl here that needs to talk to you’,” he acts out sarcastically, which you do not find amusing.
“Listen, buddy. If you do me this favor and get your boss or whoever can give me clearance to see her, I promise she’ll be so grateful for you helping me get to her that she’ll come and thank you herself,” you vow.
“I can’t help you, Miss. Now please go or I’ll have to call security,” he warns.
You rub your temple in frustration. “Fine. There’s no need for that...Michael,” you read his name. “I’m going.”
You turn around as if to head for the door but then do a 180 and sprint past a security guard who shouts at you to stop. You make your way for the elevators as the security guard runs after you. You press the button for the elevators but you notice they’re nowhere near the ground floor.
The security catches up to you and in panic, you push him away with Wanda’s powers. He goes sliding across the floor and you bolt for the stairs.
You don’t even know which floor you would find Wanda in but you assume it would be somewhere up top. You begin your ascend. You reach the fourth floor and realize you should start using the StairMaster at the gym. You hear multiple security guards quickly making their way to you. You panic and walk through the wall, not knowing what was on the other side.
You’re in some kind of engineering lab. You don’t think anyone saw you walk through the wall, so you try to act casual and stroll through the lab trying to find an exit. Then you hear someone call you. “Hey, you.”
You ignore them and act like you didn’t hear. They tell you to stop walking, loud enough that you can’t ignore it. You turn around to see a woman in a lab coat. She asks, “You’re not allowed on this floor. Who let you up here?”
“Oh, uh. Michael sent me,” you lie. “Sorry, I’m new. I must have gotten off on the wrong floor. Maybe you could help me find my way?”
“Where are you meant to be working?” she inquires and you’re stuck not knowing anything about the Stark Tower or Avengers Tower, whatever it’s called.
“The lab,” you say. Your vague answer obviously creates another question. “What lab?”
“They haven’t told me yet? I’m not actually working in the labs. I’m doing more secretarial duties, taking notes and scheduling stuff.”
“For whom?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at you. You can feel her catching onto you and it’s the only reason why you try this.
“For the big guy, obviously,” you say and then focus really hard trying to read her mind, hoping that a name will pop up in her head. Did Bruce get an assistant? You smile. “Bruce.”
“Well then you are way off. He’s usually working on the 87th floor,” she tells you.
“Well, thank god there’s an elevator,” you chuckle nervously, pointing behind you. “Well, I should get going before I’m any later. You turn around confidently but as you walk away she stops you once more. You think you got caught but she says, “Elevators are that way.”
She points to the opposite way you came from. You laugh to play off your mistake, “Duh. Sorry, the lab is so big. Thanks.”
You head the right way. You speed walk to the elevators and then jog when you hear a rougher voice telling you to stop. “She’s on the fourth floor.”
You assume they spoke into their walkie, and you know you don't have much time before they catch you. You think quickly. You can’t make your way to the elevator because then obviously they’ll just stop the elevators. You don’t want to walk through a wall; the dangers of that are extreme given this is Stark Tower. You could accidentally walk into an ongoing experiment.
You had to hide. And suddenly, you had the perfect plan.
The security guard runs to you. He thinks you’re running for the elevator but then you turn before you get there. He sees you dive behind some clunky machine, presumably to hide behind. You clearly never have won a game of hide and seek in your life, he thinks as he goes around the machine to catch you.
He’s left utterly confused when you aren’t there. The only trace of you are your clothes down to underwear on the floor. Four other guards make it to the floor. One asks him, “Where is she?”
He doesn’t know how to answer. “She was right here. Search the floor. She’s hiding and I think she’s naked.”
They disperse taking your clothes with them. You let out a breath of relief at not getting caught but then mentally curse that they took your clothes. You still haven’t learned how to make other things invisible yet. You never really used this power. Maybe you should start practicing.
You hustle your naked ass to the elevators, feeling incredibly exposed even though you know no one can actually see you. You press the elevator button and wait impatiently. It dings and opens.
“The elevators!” You hear one of the guards yell. Two run your way as you step into the car. You put all your energy into staying invisible. It would be really awkward if you were suddenly exposed. You hold your breath when one of them looks in the elevator. You keep yourself in the corner furthest away from them. In their eyes, there is no one in the elevator.
“She’s not here.” They leave and the doors close. You click the button for the 87th floor.
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This will probably have 3 parts.
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What if Bruno went to wreck Camilo and he said "feasts on your screams? What about feasts on your ribs?" And proceeded to blow raspberries all over his ribs? 👀👀👀👀 Oh this is a concept I so much love
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YOU GOT IT LEAFY!! :D
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I Don’t Eat Screams!
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Characters: lee!Camilo, Ler!Bruno
Warnings: none!!
Summary: Camilo feels bad about the lyrics he sang about Bruno, and decides to apologize to him, and Bruno shows him that it’s alright!
A/N: this was a cute one to write :] it feels good to be back writing fluffy happy things!! I’ll still post non tkl/angsty stuff too, but I needed some wholesome ler Bruno this evening.
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He had to hand it to himself, that song was pretty catchy- maybe not the most accurate, but still good nonetheless.
So much so in fact, Camilo often heard members of the family humming the tune of “seven foot frame… rats along his back” idly while wandering around or doing work.
As catchy as the lyrics were, Camilo couldn’t help but feel bad for spreading lies about his tio like he did.
Every time he heard someone recite the tune, a pit formed in his stomach, fearing how Bruno may be taking it.
An apology is long overdue.
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“Hey, tio Bruno?” Camilo knocked on the glowing yellow door softly and spoke into the crack.
“It’s open!” A voice called from within the room.
Camilo pushed the door open, stepping in cautiously.
Bruno whirled around, smile on his face. “Oh! Hello Camilo!” He said, motioning for him to come in
“Hey! Uh- I actually came in to apologize…”
“Apologize? For what?! If you’re still on about dropping that hot water on me in the kitchen last week I’ve told you I didn’t take it pers-“
“For the song.”
“The… song..? W-what are you a musician now?”
“Tio!”
“Y-yea?!”
“I’m talking about my verse in the song… about you? Y’know- seven foot frame, yada yada” Camilo half heartedly sang the verse to Bruno, who nodded slowly, mouthing “ohhhh”
Camilo nodded back, looking off to the side.
Bruno took a seat on a couch near the corner of the room, and patted the cushion next to him.
Camilo walked over and plopped down with a dramatic sigh.
“Question for you kid: why did you feel the need to apologize about your song verse?” Bruno inquired, leaning in, ready to listen.
“Well- it’s not true! You don’t see dreams, you don’t have rats on your back, well not all the time at least, and you’re DEFINITELY not seven feet tall”
“Are you calling me short?” Bruno teased.
“We’re the same height, tio- you’re the same height as a fifteen year old, so yeah-“
“I thought this was supposed to be an apology-“
“IT IS! It- it is- I am sorry about that song- I was a bit harsh.” Camilo said in almost a mumble, fumbling with his hands.
“Y’know, I appreciate the apology, but I think it’s worth mentioning that I really don’t take offense to it!”
“Really-?”
“Yeah!! I mean the tune was pretty catchy!” Bruno reassured, standing up quickly.
Camilo let out a weak laugh at his tio’s energy
“I mean imagine how cool I’d be if I WAS seven feet tall!” Bruno said, raising his arms up, mimicking the choreography Camilo had performed during the song, eyes glowing bright green to punctuate his movements. Even going so far as to pull a rat from his ruana and set it on the back of his shoulder.
Camilo’s face went pink, embarrassed by his tio’s dance routine , and he hid his face in his hand.
“You know- one detail that stood out to me…” Bruno started with a mischievous grin growing on his face.
“What detail?” Camilo asked, straightening his posture.
“The one where I apparently feast on screams? I wouldn’t say I’m a huge fan of screams- however- laughter-“ Bruno said, eyes flickering neon green again.
Camilo knew exactly what was coming. He scrambled to try and stand, but before his sandal hit the floor, Bruno lept at the boy, digging his fingers into his ribs.
“NononOHONOHOHO!! BRUHUHUNO!!” Camilo lost control of his knees and fell back on the couch cackling wildly.
“This beats screams ANY day!” Bruno teased, moving down to the shifter’s sides.
“TIHIHIO!! I ALREHEHEADY APOLOHOHOGIZED- PLEHEHEASE!” The boy plead, head falling backwards, his umber coloured curls falling over his face.
“I know!! I’m just adding a little more authenticity to your lyric!”
“LAUGHTEHEHER DOESNT EVEN FIHIHIT!!” Camilo barked through his laugh
“Hm-“ Bruno thought out loud, moving his hand behind his nephew, scratching at his back. “He sees your dreams, an feasts on your…”
Camilo let out a snort and arched his back at the sudden change .”NOHOHO *snort*”
“Smorts! He feasts on your snorts! No that doesn’t fit either…” Bruno said. He looked down at his nephew, who’s ruana had ridden up a little bit, and Bruno took the opportunity to lean down and blow a long raspberry on the kid’s ribs over his white button down
“Maybe feasting on snorts won’t work, but feasting on ribs seems to be the best alternative so far!”
“EHEHEAHAHA!! NOHOT THERE-!” Camilo yelped, twisting around to avoid the sensation.
“Feasts on his squeals? Hm, no that doesn’t quite fit either…”
Bruno moved once again, scribbling at the spot where Camilo’s back, neck, and shoulder all met.
“EEP! AHAAAHAHA!! TIO PLEHEHEASE!! NOT THERE NOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“That’s it!! ‘Feasts on your squeaks’! That’s perfect!” Bruno said, releasing the chameleon, who slumped down in his seat, huffing out labored breaths.
“Heheh- no but seriously, I forgive you kid.” Bruno took his seat beside Camilo once again, blinking his eyes back to normal.
“THEN WHYHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO- DO THAT” Camilo shot upright, the last of the giggles tittering out.
Bruno laughed at the boy’s snappy response, pulling his legs up to sit crisscross.
“You looked tense! Like- tense even for me- I just wanted to let you know that there’s no hard feelings. Sorry if that was a bit too far…” bruno trailed off a bit
“No, no- that wasn’t too far, don’t worry tio.”
“I figured, since you didn’t once ask me to stop-“
Camilo froze, face going red.
“Aah I’m just messin’ with you. Feel better after getting that off your chest though?” Bruno asked in a more genuine tone.
“Y-yeah- I’m glad you weren’t offended.” Camilo responded.
“Good, im glad. And of course not. Don’t worry about it kiddo!” Bruno said ruffling Camilo’s already messed up hair.
“Like I said before, it’s real catchy!”
“Don’t start singing again-“
“sEVEN FOO-“
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ANOTHER ONE DONE!! This one is a tad shorter than I was going for but I still like it a bunch!! I love the idea of Bruno being an awkward goofy uncle- like Augustin, but with more trauma, y’know?
I also like the idea of Bruno being able to light his eyes up on command, I think it’s a cool party trick and fun to think about :]
ANYWHO!! I hope y’all enjoyed this one and I will see you in the next post!!
#encanto tickle#encanto#tickle community#thanks for the ask!#ler!bruno#lee!camilo#tickle fic#encanto fic#encanto fanfic#national tickle day#thanks for the request!#bruno madrigal#camilo madrigal#fig’s fics
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The One With The Baby
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Words: 4,473
Warnings: Talks of birth, awkwardness, arguments, dickhead getting fucking decked, think that’s it.
Request: No.
Summary: The aftermath of the day filled with two separate births. It could only bring three things: Yelling, teasing, and awkward interactions.
A/N: Yeah, apparently this is a thing I’m doing now lol
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"I just don't get it. How can you actually have a kid?!" Valkyrie ranted at you. As you sat upon the same sofa you had five hours ago, in the waiting room, "It was all fun and games with us joking about it when you helped this random woman give birth. But now you come in here and tell us that that's your kid."
"Listen, okay-"
"It's not fair," Wanda butted in, "How come you get a baby, and I don't?"
"This isn't some "if they get one, I should have one too" thing, Wanda," she told the brunette before turning back to you, sending a spike of dread throughout you. It really was like getting scolded by a parent, "Do you know how rash and irresponsible this is?!"
"I-"
"What was going through your mind?"
"If you would-"
"You met this woman five hours ago!"
"Can you let me explain?!" you had finally snapped, waiting for Valkyrie to continue. Which she did not, so you took that as your opportunity to explain, "Thank you. It was a mistake- Ah!"
You pointed a finger at her when she had opened her mouth to berate you again, getting her to stop before she even started.
"The midwife thought that we were having the baby together, so she put my name down. She left before we even noticed."
"How did she even know your name?" Thor asked, and you just had to resent him for asking that question. It was like he was trying to dig you deeper in Valkyries, 'done-with-your-shit' anger. But you knew with his puppy-dog personality that that wasn't the case.
"Well, I told her."
"And it didn't click what was happening at that moment?" Valkyrie used both of her index fingers and pointed to her temples in indignation.
"I was too busy looking down at the baby," you bit back. Hands mimicking how you held Dianca.
"Wait, you held the baby?" Wanda questioned, voice high and filled with sad envy.
"Well, it is their kid," Pietro joked, receiving a glare from Valkyrie.
Who suddenly threw her hands up in the air and turned to the side out of frustration.
"I swear, I am the only one with a brain cell in this group."
"And even then, it's touch and go," you muttered.
"What was that?" Valkyrie then turned to you, a dangerous look in her eyes, daring you to repeat it.
"I... uh..."
"Yes?"
"Um..." Looking over your shoulder, you tried to find any way out of this situation you had put yourself in. Suddenly beginning to pat your shoulder.
"Dear God!" you exclaimed, "This parachute is a knapsack!" Then proceeding to manoeuvre and throw yourself over the back of the chair you were sat in. Valkyrie rolling her eyes at you whilst the rest of your friends smiled at your antics.
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"I heard."
You snapped your head up to face Natasha, already looking at you.
"Heard what?"
"Your friend, yelling at you." She smiled. And you groaned.
"Yeah... she didn't react well to the whole 'birth certificate mistake' thing."
"I can tell." She nodded. "I'm surprised you weren't kicked out."
"Nah, I think it was entertaining for everyone, including the staff."
Natasha gave a small laugh before speaking again, "I have to warn you."
"Warn me?" You looked up at her, face blank, eyes cautious and filled with slight anxiety. "Warn me about what?"
"My family. They should be here soon."
"Oh?" your voice was curious when you asked this, cocking your head slightly. Before it dawned on you, "Oh. You mean 'your family' including your mother?" You then pointed at the phone you had spoken to the red-heads mother on not that long ago.
Natasha nodded.
"That's the one."
"Shit. I don't think she likes me."
"Don't worry," she shook her head lightly at your uneasy state, "I'm sure that once they meet you, they'll all love you."
"And if not, I can direct them towards Valkyrie. She doesn't like me that much, right now."
She chuckled, "That's also an option, too."
---
You were now visiting Carol and Maria, hovering over their daughter Monica, as she lay in her mother's arms. Waggling your finger against her tiny baby hands. All the while, you tried your hardest to ignore the look of pure bewilderment Maria was looking up at you with.
Once you raised back up to your full height, you stared straight into her eyes and said, "So, Valkyrie told you then."
"Of course she did," she laughed slightly, "This is absolute madness."
Before you could reply to her, Carol walked in, followed by the rest of your friend group.
"Hey, look!" the blonde called, "It's the fellow parent!"
You groaned, throwing your head back.
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
They all laughed then, finding the predicament of your situation amusing. Even Valkyrie had a smile on her face.
"Congratulations." Carol slapped your shoulder twice before moving around to sit beside her wife, arm over Maria's shoulders, peering down at her daughter with nothing but pure love in her eyes.
"It's not sticking, okay?" you told them all, "Natasha's going to call the midwife, tell her she made a mistake, and get a whole new birth certificate done."
"Finally," Valkyrie spoke, "Something logical has been said."
"Well, you didn't really give me much of a chance to explain what was gonna happen, considering you were too busy yelling at me."
"Well, you were being an idiot."
"I-"
"Natasha's a hot name," Pietro interrupted you, "She good looking?"
You turned to the silver-haired man, pinching your fingers before you and gesturing your hand's to get your point across, "She's fucking stunning."
"Seriously?" Wanda asked, unbelieving that you even answered her brother. When there were more important things to be focusing on.
"Yes." You turned to the brunette, "I'm telling you, I've never seen a woman so beautiful."
"First of all, insulting," Carol spoke up again, "Secondly," her voice changed to one of a teasing tone, "Y/N's in love."
"I am not in love."
"You really seem like you are," Maria agreed with her wife, "How long have you known her? Like eight hours?"
"Seven and a half," you corrected her, "That doesn't help me- But I am not in love with her." You pointed around at all of your friends.
"Aha. You two have a moment yet?" Thor decided to tease this time.
You shrugged awkwardly. "We kissed after Natasha had the baby."
Once again, they all laughed at you.
"Listen, I was there for her during the whole thing. The birth, her water breaking-"
"I'm sorry," Pietro interrupted you, ""Water breaking"? What the hell is that?"
"It's basically a sign that the baby's coming." You then begin to gesture between your legs, "It's like a giant water balloon bursts, and there's this big flood of water that comes out." Finishing off your statement by imitating the sound of heavily rushing water.
The man cringes terribly, making a noise to show his disgust.
"What the fuck is that?! Why?"
"Pietro, what are you gonna do when you have a baby?" his sister asked.
"I'm gonna be in the waiting room, handing out cigars." The silver-haired man shrugged as if it was obvious.
"Yeah." You smirked. "Piet's made arrangements to have his baby like in a movie from the fifties." Then you looked at Maria whilst pointing at the man. "Quick, tell him all about the mucus plug!"
"The what?!"
---
It was the next day, a few hours later.
And you had yet to have more than an hours sleep for the past two days.
But you had managed to head home and grab a change of clothes, volunteering to go to Carol and Maria's apartment and pick them up a few things too.
Before you were right back at the hospital, again.
"Morning," you greeted Natasha as you walked into her room. When you suddenly stopped and focused your attention upon the while, squared ceiling, avoiding looking at the breastfeeding woman out of respect... and a little bit of awkwardness.
"Morning." She smiled back when she looked up and noticed your position, staring at the ceiling. "Don't worry. You can look."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," the red-head spoke, amused.
Slowly, you brought your eyes back down to look at the woman and her baby. The baby that you -for now-, apparently, shared with her.
"Hi."
"Hi," she replied back, cocking her head to the side.
"So, how was your night with the little one?"
Natasha groaned lightly. "Exhausting. She was up every few hours."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you've probably had more sleep than I have in the past two days."
Before Natasha could reprimand you for not taking care of yourself properly, someone barged through the door, three someones's actually. Startling the hell out of you.
"Where's my grandchild-?! Oh," the woman whose voice you remembered, Melina, said excitedly as soon as she walked through the door. Followed by a small blonde and a large burly man taking up the rear.
"Oh no," the man spoke in a thick Russian accent once he spotted Natasha's position. Mirroring your reaction by pointing his face directly towards the ceiling.
"Don't worry, dad," Natasha said, placing her shirt back onto her properly, "Luckily, she was just finishing. Isn't that right, darling?" she cooed to her daughter. Beginning to pat her back to get her wind up.
"Also, grow up," the blonde said, with a Russian accent as well, peering behind her at the man, "She's eating. It's natural."
"But that's my daughter," he gestured to Natasha.
"And your granddaughter is eating."
"Oh, hello!" the man greeted you, a confused smile on his face, only just noticing you. The blonde throwing her arms up in exasperation at being ignored, walking closer to Natasha.
You raised a single hand to the three and said only one word.
"Howdy!"
It took a few moments for you to realise what you had just said, and when you did, you moved that same hand out in front of you in confusion, face appearing the same.
"Howdy?" you asked yourself, "What the fuck was that? 'I'm Woody. Howdy, howdy, howdy.'."
Then you shook yourself out of your incredulous state, just in time for the blonde to ask, "This one? Really?"
"Oh, shut up, Yelena."
"So, you're the actor?" the brunette woman confirmed rather than asked.
"Uh, yes, I am."
"An actor, huh?" the burly man asked, sizing you up, "You really think that is a reliable source of income?"
"Hey-!"
"Dad," you and Natasha spoke at the same time, her voice in a warning tone. All the while, Yelena, who you assumed to be Natasha's sister, scooped up Dianca.
"-How do you know I'm not the star of a TV show?"
"Are you."
You grew slightly awkward at that, admitting the truth, "No."
Yelena snorted over the baby, drawing everyone's attention to her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She waved. "It just-" She looked right at you. "-You're really not doing well here."
Natasha reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently, smiling up at you.
"Y/N was here for me during my labour and birth, so maybe let's not shit on their career."
"Thank you, Natasha."
"You're welcome."
A gag came from Yelena at your interaction, "God. When's the wedding?"
---
"I want a baby," Wanda whined.
Exhausted, Valkyrie hummed, then spoke up from beside her, "Not tonight, honey. I've got an early day tomorrow."
Wanda turned to the girl, proceeding to nudge her awake, "Come on, get up. Let's go get some coffee."
Following Wanda out of the room, Valkyrie snarked, "Oh yeah, cause we didn't just have some."
"Guy's, you've gotta help me," you barged into the conversation as they headed to the coffee machine.
"Woah, what's up with you?"
"I met Natasha's family-"
"Aww," Wanda cooed sarcastically, reaching over to pinch at your cheek, "Meeting the in-laws, already."
"Get off." You smacked her hand away.
"What's up with the in-law's?"
"They're not my in-law's," you corrected Valkyrie, "But they hate me."
"They hate you?" Wanda asked.
"Well, not her sister. She seems to like me well enough. But I think her parents think we're together, or gonna end up together, or something. And they do not approve."
"Why not?"
"Well, firstly my job... yeah, that's mainly it. Oh, and also I acted awkward around them. And that didn't make the best first impression."
Valkyrie nodded at you for a few seconds, then said with such known conviction, "You're an idiot."
"Hey!"
"Okay, listen," Wanda placed a hand on your arm in comfort as Valkyrie spoke, "Why are you worried about this? Do you like this woman? Are you gonna date her?"
"I... I don't know... I really like her. I mean, I technically have a baby with her-"
"So, this really is like meeting the in-law's."
You looked at the woman pointedly. "You know, you're not helping."
"How do you expect us to help?" she laughed.
"Do they know about the whole 'Birth Certificate' thing?" Wanda asked.
At that, you groaned and placed your head in your hands.
"No. That's gonna be a shit show."
"Oh, please let me watch," Valkyrie said.
You pointed at her, taking a step forward, "I'm gonna have you."
"Y/L/N!"
Your name rang out through the waiting room, drawing everyone's attention to the brunette woman storming up towards you.
Melina.
"Hi-" A finger dug into your chest. "Ow- How do you know my last name?"
"I saw the birth certificate."
"Uh oh."
"Yeah," she snarled, ""Uh oh" is right."
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Valkyrie with her hands pressed together, looking up to the ceiling, mouthing 'thank you'. Wanda, smacking her arm to get her to stop. Both of them watching the interaction intently, along with everyone else.
"Listen, it was a mistake. The midwife-"
"Oh, I heard it all from my daughter."
"Then why are you yelling at me?"
"Because how can someone be so stupid to give the midwife your name?!"
"Exactly what I said," Valkyrie butted in, agreeing with Melina, to which you harshly signalled her to stop. Also gaining another smack to the arm from Wanda, muttering a small sound of pain and rubbing the offended area.
"I was a bit busy holding your granddaughter and thinking about how cute she is."
"I think you mean your daughter," she corrected sarcastically, causing you to huff, "What is your game here?"
"My game?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "What are your intentions with my daughter and granddaughter?"
"Mama!" Yelena yelled behind her.
You groaned, throwing your head back, "I have no intentions with either of them. Your daughter was alone, and no one deserves to be alone when they're having their baby. And it was an accident. I didn't expect to legally have a kid when I walked into that room. I'm not trying to do anything."
"Mama," Yelena tried once again, softer this time.
Melina just glared at you, turned around and walked off with her daughter to where her other daughter lay in her room.
"Well... that was a shit show," Valkyrie muttered, "She's so scary."
"How did you handle that, Y/N?" Wanda asked.
You turned to the pale brunette, knees buckling slightly, as you moved to hold her shoulders, whimpering, "I can't feel my legs," from the fear coursing through you.
---
"I called him."
"What?" Natasha asked, shell-shocked at what her mother had just told her.
"I called him."
"Mama, I can't believe you called him," She exclaimed, however keeping her voice at a neutral level, too scared of starting her daughter resting in her arms, "The guy's a dick."
"He should know about his daughter."
"But he doesn't care about her," she argued back, "Or me. He never has, and he never will. He doesn't even accept that she's his daughter- I mean, what did he say to you?"
Melina grew quiet for a few short moments before replying, voice slightly reserved, "He didn't... he just hung up the phone."
"See. I told you. You shouldn't have wasted your money."
"She's right, mom," Yelena butted in, "He's awful. Somehow even worse than-"
"Okay!" Natasha raised her hand, stopping her sister mid-way through her sentence. "Let's not start the "game" of comparing my shitty exes."
"Aww, but it's so much fun," Yelena whined with a playful smile.
"Speaking of your terrible taste in partners," Melina started, "Where is the actor?"
Taking a deep breath to stop herself from flat out scolding her mother, Natasha geared herself up to reply.
"Y/N," she corrected, "Is visiting their other friend who just had a baby."
Melina hummed, "Their name on that baby's birth certificate, too?"
"Oh my, God," Natasha groaned, "Mom! Why are you so bent out of shape about this? I'm not reacting this way, and neither are they. It was just an accident. We're gonna get it fixed."
"She's right, my love," Alexei placed a hand upon his wife's arm. "It is pretty funny."
"Not what I was going for, but thanks, dad."
"You're welcome, honey."
"Oh!" Yelena pointed at her sister, excitement shining in her eyes at her sudden memory. "Y/N yelled back at mom."
"What?"
"What?" Natasha and Alexei spoke at the same time. One finned with curious shock, ready to get angry at you if needed. And the other already there, need to defend his wife coursing through his veins.
"Can we not do this?" Melina asked upon deaf ears.
"Yeah! Don't worry, dad, you don't have to 'defend mom's honour'," Yelena said to him, stopping him from finding you and kicking your ass. Before turning back to Natasha, "She was yelling at them and, they didn't take any of it."
"Oh my, God," Natasha whispered, knowing how notoriously scary her mother could be.
"It's not that big of a deal," said woman spoke, raising her hands, hoping to get them to stop their conversation.
"They even got mom to walk away quietly."
Natasha gasped, "They're a God."
"That's impressive." The man received an elbow to his ribs for his comment and nod. Alexei stumbling over his words, trying to save himself, "I- Uh... well, you- That's not what I... honey-"
"They did way better than that," Yelena commented, gesturing over to the pre-occupied two.
Natasha, chuckling along with her sister, while she nodded her head, just watching the show.
"Oh," you spoke, drawing the attention of the room, pausing in the doorway awkwardly, "I can... I can come back."
"No. No, it's fine, Y/N. I'm happy to have you here."
Nodding, you slowly made your way into the room. The fight with the red-head's mother weighing down the room with thick tension.
"You could at least knock," said woman spoke.
But before you could reply, Natasha did that for you.
"They saw a baby come out of me mama, they don't need to knock."
"Yeah, I'm scarred for like now," you said, placing your hands on your hips, "They say giving birth is one of the most natural things in the world, all the while it looks like something Stephen King dreamed up."
"Is it really that bad?" Yelena asked, voice quiet and eyes wide.
"Oh. You don't know the half of it. I traumatised a friend of mine just by talking about her water breaking.
"You talked about me to your friends?" Natasha asked with a smirk.
"Uh, I-"
"About your water breaking." Yelena rolled her eyes.
Suddenly a knock came at the door.
Melina turned to you.
"At least someone can knock."
"Mom!"
The door opened and revealed a man you had never seen before.
"Hi, um-"
"No." Natasha shook her head, pulling her daughter closer to her. "No. Get out."
"Listen, I just want to-"
"No!"
"But-" The man finally spotted you. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, voice harsh and eyebrows furrowed.
"I could ask you the same thing," you replied, tone matching his. Even though you assumed who he may be.
"That's my baby." He pointed harshly towards the child and her mother.
"No, she's not," Natasha spoke, but her falling on deaf ears.
"Well, actually..."
---
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"
"Shh," Yelena hissed, "You're gonna scare her."
"Seriously?" he inquired Natasha, hand pointed in your direction, "A complete stranger?! This is my daughter!"
"You made it perfectly clear that you wanted nothing to do with either of us- You didn't even believe that she was yours in the first place."
"So, you put a strangers name on the birth certificate?!"
The man was gesturing around so harshly that he could easily hit someone or something.
He had even come in close contact with you at some points. You, having to take a step back just to be safe.
"I mean, this just proves me right! You really are a slut-!"
The room was in outrage at that.
Alexei, yelling out in his daughter's honour, being held back by his wife. While she and Yelena fumed with rage shining dangerously in their eyes.
Your fists were clenched at your sides, glaring at the man.
All the while, Natasha looked on, face blank and eyes just the same. Obviously, having heard all of this before. While still cradling Dianca to her chest, soothing the child from the shouting man.
And yet.
He still continued.
"I knew that that baby wasn't mine. I don't even know why I bothered coming here. Guess I thought if it was mine that I could stop her from turning out like her slut of a mother."
That was the final straw for you.
As everyone yelled out once again, and Alexei tried to push forward, you actually did.
Placing a hand upon the man's shoulder, his face turning to shoot a threatening glare at you that you weren't at all scared by. Before he could get a single word out, you raised your fist and punched him square in the face.
Knocking him out instantly.
The man, falling to the floor with a thud.
Sniffing, you looked back up at everyone's shocked and albeit impressed faces and said, "I got him."
Yelena turned to her sister, pointing at you, "Keep that one."
"I like them," all the while Alexei spoke.
And Melina, slowly crowing to like you more. Finally, realising how wrong the, now knocked out, man was for Natasha.
"You're an actor. Where did you learn to his like that?" Alexei continued, intruded.
You shrugged. "I took boxing when I was younger, still do it now."
"You might wanna change your profession," Natasha finally spoke, "You'd be a very successful boxer."
"Ah, you just wanna see my arms flexing," you remarked playfully, flexing your arms jokingly, pulling a light blush on the red-heads features.
"Gross," Yelena uttered, disgusted.
---
A few hours later, and you were finally getting some more sleep.
Currently situated in the seat beside Natasha. Feet propped up on a small portion of her bed, hand's in your lap, head back and leaning slightly to the side.
Natasha watched you with nothing but love and affection in her eyes, even though she had known you for less than two days.
She could already tell that she wanted you to be a big part of her life.
Her parent's and sister off doing other thongs, leaving you alone together, along with Dianca. Who was still sleeping in Natasha's arms after being passed around her family once more.
Alexei, having removed her deadbeat ex, the minute Yelena started making gagging noises at you and Natasha, after your last comment.
A soft knock came at her door, unlike the harsh one of before.
And in popped the head of a strange woman, who Natasha had never seen before.
"Uh, hello?"
"They're in here," the woman said, looking over her shoulder, before opening the door wide and walking in, a group of people trailing in after her.
"Who are you?" Natasha asked, sitting up straighter, pulling Dianca closer to her chest in a protective manner.
"Oh, we're friends of Y/N." The same woman placed a hand to her chest before gesturing that same hand to your sleeping form.
An understanding look washed over her face, but still cautious of the strangers in her room.
They all quickly introduced themselves before the strange woman, Wanda, came over and scooped Dianca from Natasha's arms, with hesitant permission given, of course.
"Wanda," Valkyrie scolded.
"I'm sorry," the silver-haired man, Pietro, spoke, "She has baby fever."
Another look of realisation washed over Natasha at the twin's explanation.
"I don't have baby fever."
"Then why are their tears in your eyes?"
"She's so cute," Wanda wept over the child, Valkyrie coming over to comfort her... again.
"What's her name?" Thor asked.
"Dianca."
Wanda cried harder at that, "That's so beautiful."
"Is she okay?" Natasha whispered to Pietro, who just shook his head as most siblings would.
Thor chuckled at that, clasping a large hand upon your shoulder, startling you awake. Arms, flying out and legs kicking slightly, moving the covers on Natasha's bed.
The red-head, reaching over and grasping the hand closest to her, holding it in a comforting manner.
You snapped to face whoever was holding your hand, only to find Natasha nodding at you reassuringly, instantly starting to take calming breaths.
Slowly you looked around the room, seeing your friends starring back at you.
Well...
All but Wanda, that is.
The brunette with baby fever, busy crying over Dianca in her arms to notice you.
"Morning, sleepyhead." Natasha smiled. "You sleep well?"
"Yeah." You nodded sleepily, rubbing your tired eyes. "How long have I been out?"
"Around two hours."
You hummed before turning back to your friends.
"What are you guy's doing here?"
"Well, we thought we'd come and visit your child," Valkyrie teased, which you rolled your eyes at before snapping your attention back to Natasha.
"Don't laugh at her you'll only encourage her!"
"So, how's custody gonna work?" Pietro asked, deciding to join in, "Because her aunt's and unkles want to see her."
"Yes, we do!" Wanda wept.
You groaned, throwing your head back.
"I don't know. That's something that we've got to figure out, isn't it, dear?" Natasha asked, with a squeeze to your arm, making you groan again, only louder this time.
"Oh!" Thor called excitedly, bouncing up and down, "Why don't you just move in with Y/N?!"
"Now there's an idea!" she replied back.
You groaned the loudest at that, them all laughing at you.
You didn't know what the near and distant future would hold.
But what you did know was that it was gonna be one hell of a chaotic ride.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
"I want a baby."
"I know, Wanda," Valkyrie spoke.
---
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