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scoops-aboy86 · 2 months

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We see a lot of chubby Steve/weight gain post-high school but I think it would be interesting to see some fics where he’s still in school. Maybe he has to give up sports due to the concussions or something?

You're right and you should say it!! I have a bit of that in my love spell no go AU, before Starcourt happens and Steve goes full trauma-fueled must be able to protect everyone I know mode.

So... might not be what you were hoping for but I wrote an almost 3k addition to that fic, during the part where Steve is still at Hawkins High. Swim is over for the year (and Steve avoids his pool now), and while he's still on the basketball team he's also smoking weed (helps with the nightmares, getting enough sleep, better mood, etc.) and snacking more. He's in the starter belly stage but has no complaints.

Part 1, (YOU ARE HERE), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11 of the love spell no go au

The weed he bought from Munson is a godsend, and Steve wonders why he hadn’t thought of it before… only to remember that Nancy wouldn’t have approved. (Although she’s not a priss, exactly, she had barely even touched alcohol since the night Barb died. Until Halloween.) But he can sleep through the lonely nights now, which is worth even that hurtful pang of realization—that maybe, Nancy hadn’t been very good for him.

(Sure, she had helped him study. And his grades had improved. But sometimes, too, she would smile and say, “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.” It had been cute at first, before Barb, when the smile had still been real.)

Whenever he thinks about that, or feels particularly lonely, he digs into his stash for a quick smoke out his bedroom window—never by the pool, not anymore. He gets into the habit of snacking after, even if it’s while doing his homework, because even when he’s a little bit stoned it’s somehow easier to focus on shit when he’s doing something else at the same time, and chewing works.

(Nancy hadn’t liked it when he’d fiddled with his pencil or a rubber band or a Rubix cube or anything while she’d quizzed him with flashcards, even though he’d tried to tell her it helped. She’d fussed at him about it until he’d just… stopped.)

Other times, he zones out in front of the tv while working his way through a sandwich or a bag of chips or a sleeve of Oreos. Or takeout, a lot of the time, because his culinary skills pretty much stop at sandwiches, up to and including scrambling an egg for a breakfast sandwich. But a man cannot live on scrambled eggs alone, he’s learned that the hard way, so pizza or burgers or pasta in cardboard containers it is.

It’s not just the munchies. After a while Steve gets into the habit of just… eating. It's not like his parents are around to notice, and Dustin and the other kids he babysits sometimes (for all that Mike protests that they aren’t babies and don’t need a sitter; what they do consistently need, however, is rides) don't care as long as he springs for enough that they can have some too. No one at school would dare say it to his face, and somehow it still doesn't manage to fully tank his slightly flagging reputation, but Steve is definitely starting to put on weight. He doesn’t care.

He starts going to parties again half for a change of scenery, half for a change of food options. Pizza still makes a frequent appearance, but there’s popcorn and flavors of chips that he doesn’t usually buy and various kinds of snack mixes. (His favorites are anything that include M&Ms.) Sometimes, there are even cupcakes or cookies. He doesn’t dance, doesn’t even drink all that much and sticks to just beer when he does, never the punch. Most of the kids who come to these parties are there for the booze and the makeout opportunities, but he turns up to people-watch, bopping his head in time with the music if it's a song he likes, and park himself by whatever food the party has to offer. Sometimes Steve buys from Eddie if he's there, offers to share joints with him that Eddie, still wary, turns down. When the food runs out, Steve leaves.

Tonight, though, Tammy Thompson just will not leave him alone and he’s at a loss for what to do about it. She’s been talking his ear off about wanting to move to Nashville and become a country singer the entire time he’s been working on this extra large pepperoni and sausage with black olives—not his first choice, but it’s still hot enough for the cheese to stretch whenever he picks up the next slice, warm tomato sauce and grease dripping down the front of his polo more often than he can always catch with a napkin.

“Did you want some?” he asks at some point, to be polite and hopefully indicate that he doesn’t care that she’s trying to tell him something.

He can tell immediately that it doesn’t work, because Tammy lights up from simply being addressed, even though her answer is, “Oh, no thank you, I’m a vegetarian.”

“Right,” Steve mumbles, and crams nearly half of his next slice of meat-laden pizza in his mouth. Maybe if he talks with his mouth full. “More for me, then.”

The words come out muffled, but she still beams and offers to grab him something to drink, jumping up and scampering off before Steve even has a chance to respond. He sighs, downs the rest of the beer he’s been nursing, and takes the new one she brings him without saying thank you. Between the next pieces of pizza he pops it open, chugs it, and belches; she puts a hand on his arm.

For a moment, at that, Steve feels a faint stirring of interest. He likes his food, did even before dropping swimming and picking up weed, and well before it started to show. Now that it has, he feels comfortable in his softer body. Good. And maybe… maybe he could handle dating someone who doesn’t mind how much he likes it. He imagines Tammy running her immaculately painted nails over his skin, places he’s noticed have been getting more sensitive lately, and suppresses a shiver.

“Could you pass me that bowl of M&Ms over there?” he asks, testing the waters. Yeah, he could probably reach it if he stretched, but he’s starting to fill up and doesn’t feel like putting the extra pressure on his stomach. He sits back a little in his chair instead, shifting to get comfortable and laying a hand on his belly where it bows out over the waistband of his jeans. “Sorry, just, you know. Big appetite lately.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I don’t mind,” Tammy says with a giggle as she fetches the bowl for him. “Besides, you’re an athlete! I’m sure you’ll work it off in no time on the court.”

And yeah, no, that vague interest curdles immediately. As far as Steve is concerned, the only parts of himself he wants to get rid of are all in his head—the heartbroken parts, the nightmare and trauma parts, the desperately lonely and needy parts. But he’s not so lonely that he’ll hook up with a girl who’s willing in spite of how he looks, because what else could she possibly be interested in? His personality?

He barely even has one. King Steve has always been bullshit, Nancy was right about that much.

Through the crowd, he spots curly hair and a flash of dark leather—Eddie. Good, he’d been hoping to buy more tonight, and this is as good an excuse to exit this conversation as any.

Steve grabs a handful of M&Ms to shove in his mouth and flips the lid of the pizza box closed, handing the bowl back to Tammy and taking the box with him when he stands. “Well, enjoy the rest of the party,” he blurts. “I’ve gotta go see a guy about some drugs. Bye!”

As he makes his escape, some girl that he thinks he might have class with or something just about shoulder-checks him, but he’s solid enough that she ends up stumbling from the impact instead. The glare she gives him could peel paint… which is actually kind of refreshing, after enduring Tammy’s simpering for the better part of an hour.

To Eddie’s perpetual frustration, now that Steve Harrington has started buying weed from him he can never seem to be free of the guy. Case in point: the “Hey, Munson, wait up!” that follows him to the backyard of tonight’s house party slash business venture.

He waits until he’s down the patio steps before whipping around, prepared to glare and snap an impatient what do you want, Harrington, but ends up staring at a pizza box that’s being shoved in his face.

“Pizza?” Steve says.

Eddie blinks at the box, then at the boy holding it. “This isn’t your party. Doesn’t that mean it’s not your pizza to offer?”

“It might as well be, I’ve eaten most of it,” Steve replies. “No one seemed to notice, that makes it fair game.”

Once, Eddie had been selling at a party and been bitched out for touching a single cookie, because those were for guests. He wants to scowl, but then his gaze flicks down to the partly open box and sees that there aren’t many slices left, eyes fixing on the evidence dripped down the front of Steve’s shirt and the way it’s… tight, across his middle. “You ate all but three slices of an entire extra large?”

He’s not sure what answer he expects to get. Maybe something like Of course not, dickhead, or maybe just, What, like it’s hard? But all Steve says is, “Yep.” And keeps looking at him with those sweet hazel eyes that seem bight and not too clouded by alcohol.

Still, Eddie is wary. “Okay… You first.”

Steve just shrugs and pulls out a slice, taking a bite before Eddie snatches it out of his hand. “Hey!”

“Just making sure it wasn’t poisoned first, sweetheart,” Eddie retorts, sneering for the excuse to call a pretty boy sweetheart in semi-public, butterflies stirring in his stomach at getting away with it. “Don’t worry, the rest is all yours.”

“Who’s tried to poison you?” Steve asks in a perplexed tone, folding the last two slices together to make a pizza sandwich and tossing the empty box onto the deck. Still following Eddie, because of course this is Eddie’s life. Love spell was a spectacular failure, but he’s still got the boy of his dreams following him around like a lost duckling because he’s got drugs. Fucking fantastic.

And Eddie doesn’t want to get into the whole thing—those rumors from when Eddie had been in seventh grade and Steve had been in sixth, for all that they’re both in the same grade now, about some kid who’d been sent to the ER from a bad reaction to itching powder. There were variations where it had gotten in his eyes and nearly blinded him, or on his food and made his throat swell shut, or in his underwear and turned his dick so red his balls fell off. In reality, he had only gone to the nurse with a bad rash and hadn’t even been allowed to go home, but it left a goddamn impression.

He doesn’t want to get into it, not if Steve either doesn’t remember the rumors or hasn’t connected them to his present day self, so he just rolls his eyes and says, “Are you looking to buy or what?”

Steve immediately brightens a bit, like a golden retriever spotting someone holding a tennis ball. “Yeah, I smoked the last I had before coming here but it’s already worn off I think.” And takes a big bite of his two pizza slices.

So Eddie leads him to a darker nook around the side of the house for the deal, trying not to stare at the way Steve’s cheeks bow out while he chews, like a damn chipmunk. It’s cute. He’s kind of angry that it’s cute, that there’s still a part of him that lights up when Steve looks happy, satisfied, content—and right now all of those boxes are checked.

“Want to smoke a little now?” Steve offers, once he’s paid and taken the baggie one handed, popped the rest of the food in his mouth, licked his fingers clean, and pulled out a pack of rolling papers. And Eddie pauses too long before answering, long enough that Steve takes the lack of refusal as a yes.

Which Eddie should correct, because he usually says no to that sort of thing, especially when he’s at parties specifically to sell. He’s turned Steve down before, even; it’s like the guy has a whole thing about offering whenever he plans on lighting up asap. Eddie knows better to fall into that trap.

But it’s a nice night. The weather is mild for spring, business has been good, and Steve licks his lips to get the last traces of pizza sauce before his tongue darts out to wet the paper and finish rolling the joint. Nice and tight, like the denim hugging Steve’s ass and thighs tighter recently. So Eddie sticks around, breaks his rule and tries to keep his face clear of any evidence that he is fixated on the few degrees of separation between smoking and kissing, heart hammering the entire time. He tells himself it’s a one time only thing, but knows he might be lying. Recognizes how addictive this could be.

“Thanks for being here,” Steve says after passing the joint back and forth a few times, his eyes glazed and drooping. “Really needed this tonight.”

“That’s what I’m here for, man,” Eddie replies. He’s leaning against the side of the house practically shoulder to shoulder with his crush, and the high washing over him is really taking the edge off the jagged yearning in his chest. Like, he still wants, but he’s happy just floating in the present moment, content with the indirect sharing of spit. And this is… This is okay.

Surprisingly okay.

It throws Eddie for a loop because it’s at odds with the whole King Steve image. The whole puppet master persona that isn’t a bully, but can with a few words cut someone down socially to where the bullies could reach them, if they so wish. Popular kids at Hawkins High walk around with their noses in the air like they’ve never smelled a fart and refuse to start now, but this is the guy they turn around and start brown-nosing. King Steve isn’t nice, he’s used to being waited on. Kings do not say thank you to the court jester for simply carrying out his profession.

Just Steve, though, is different. Just Steve is chill and finished most of an entire huge pizza while mostly sober, is filling out his clothes even better these days in Eddie’s opinion, and currently looks the most at peace he’s ever seen a person. No walls, no guard… Just Steve.

Okay, that one split joint had gone straight to his head, god damn.

“Well, I’m gonna take off,” Eddie announces, and can’t tell if he’s said it too loud or not. He pushes off the wall with a shake of his head. “You snagged pretty much the last of my inventory, so I’ll just get out of here before someone starts handing out the torches and pitchforks.”

Steve chuckles. “Like any of those guys in there know how to make a torch,” he scoffs. He manages to say it in a way that almost makes Eddie lean in. Makes him feel like he’s been let in on some sort of inside joke, like they could but those losers couldn’t.

Which is—Okay, so Eddie does in theory know how to make a torch, he’d looked into it for one of his earliest homebrew campaigns, but Steve Harringnton? The very idea of Steve whipping off his shirt, tying it to a branch, soaking the end in something flammable, and lighting it up is something out of fantasy. Out of specific fantasies that he has had. It snaps Eddie out of the hazy bubble of they that Steve had somehow created with just a few words, and holy shit. Was that one of the side effects of his wonky spell, or was that Just Steve?

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie scoffs back, putting more distance between them even though he does want to lean in, dammit, but he wants Steve to want it too. Even though it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask the guy if he has a ride home, or if he wants to swing by the mom and pop ice cream place on Main for desert or something; Eddie has been practicing swallowing down urges like that since he’d hit adolescence. “Find me next time you need to top up your stash, Harrington.”

He walks away fast enough that if Steve responds he doesn’t hear it, heading for the back gate that he’d left the house for in the first place. His van is parked strategically nearby for a quick getaway, just in case the party got out of hand and a neighbor called the cops.

And if his dreams that night feature a completely relaxed Steve Harrington chewing on never ending slices of pizza and that blissful look of peace on his face, his lips shiny with spit and grease, it’s not like Eddie is ever going to tell anyone.

Tag list (comment to be added): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth

#love spell no go au #wg steddie #chubby steve harrington #eddie munson #mentions of past stancy #tammy thompson #i have nothing against tammy but she is very much pursuing steve because of the love spell more than anything else #pre-relationship steddie #this fic will eventually be up on ao3... i just want to finish it first

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domripley · 6 months

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In the Night

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/Reader; Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff; Wanda Maximoff/Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff/Reader.

Warnings/Tags: Dom Wanda, Dom Carol, Dom Natasha, Gangbang, Double Penetration, Sub Reader, Light Angst in the begging, Verbal Humiliation, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Mommy Kink, Daddy Kink, No Powers AU. Also hints at Supernatural AU.

Summary: After getting dumped, your coworker, Wanda gives you two nights to remember.

The night went great at first, your girlfriend had taken you out for a date at a fancy restaurant. But when she told you the real reason she took you out, you wanted to cry. Having taken you out just to dump you, you were heartbroken. So you rightfully walked out of the restaurant, not even caring that it was nine-thirty at night. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could, not wanting to be in the cold for too long. Thankfully, your apartment was only a mile away, so it wasn’t that much of a walk. The area was peaceful, and so you really didn’t mind. Plus, it gave you time to think.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, wishing you had brought a jacket out with you. But of course, you didn’t expect to have to walk home. Wanting to get home and cuddle up with your cat, Smokey, but as you continued you noticed a figure approaching you. Normally, you’d cross the street, not wanting to bump into someone, but tonight you didn’t care.

You were trying to hold back tears as the person got closer, and when you finally walked passed, the woman stopped you. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, which made you confused. How would she know you were even upset, it wasn’t light out - the reason it wasn’t pitch black out was do to the street lamps every few feet.

“Y-yeah, uh,” you began, but the woman cut you off.

“(Your Name)?” you met the woman’s eyes, realizing that it was one of your coworkers. Lovely. “What’re you doing out so late? And without a jacket?”

“I was, well, I just went out for a walk. Didn’t realize I’d be out this long,” you lied. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Just came back from a friend’s house. Since Halloween is in two days, we’re hosting an annual party a bunch of my friends put together! We have one the night before for just close friends, and then on Halloween is bigger. Hey, I know we don’t know each other well, but if you’d like to come for both, you’re more than welcome to!”

“I’m not sur-”

“There’s free food for both days,”

“Alright, I’m in. Text me the address, yeah?” you asked with a sigh. Free food was usually the reasons you went any other party. But with Wanda telling you this, you figured she was fine with you just coming for the free food.

“Of course!”

Before leaving, she texted you the address. Telling her you couldn’t wait, you began your walk home again. Usually you weren’t a party-goer, but you had to admit, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Wanda. You had met her on your first day at work in the used bookstore three months ago, but never had a chance to get to know her. Now, newly single, you thought it’d be nice to at least become friends.

That night you picked out your favorite skirt, and a graphic-t of a band you used to listen to in high school. You wanted to feel comfortable, and you were becoming anxious by the minute. Maybe it was a costume party? Maybe you should text Wanda and find out. No, that would be bugging, and you didn’t want to bug her. All of these thoughts ran through your head, and you knew they were unnecessary. You’ve worked with this woman for three whole months, but why was she only trying to be friends now?

—

The next day came quick, and by the time five o'clock came around, you were ready to head out. Typing the address into Google maps, you realized it was a half an hour away, so you grabbed a light snack and headed out. You got there at five-forty-five, and as you finished up your bag of chips you brought, you silently hoped she didn’t give you the wrong address.

Locking up your car, you made your way up the stairs, and you were surprised she gave you the address to this place. It was bigger than any of the other houses on the street, and usually you’d stay away from places like this. A part of you told yourself to run away, like the characters you always yell at in horror movies. But today you were throwing it all out of the window, what did you have to lose?

When you went to knock on the door, you were surprised when a woman opened it. “You must be, (Your Name),”

“Ah-yeah. That would be me.” you smiled shyly at the redhead.

“Come on in,” she continued, “I’m Natalia, by the way.”

“It’s-uh. It’s nice to meet you, Nat.”

–

As she led you to what it appeared to be a living room, you were greeted with the smell of fresh popcorn. You’ve always loved the smell. As soon as you walked in, you noticed there were only seven people in there. Of course, one was Wanda, who rushed over to you.

“Hey! I’m so glad you came,” she smiled, pulling you into a hug. You gladly hugged her back, and when she pulled away, her face lit up. “Let me introduce you to everyone!”

She took your hand, leading you to some of her friends. “(Your Name), this is Clint, James - but we call him Bucky, and Steve.” she explained, and you gave them a shy smile.

“Hey, I’m (Your Name).”

“Hello,” Bucky smiled, sticking out his hand. You gladly shook his hand, shocked that it was freezing cold.

“Your hand are so cold!” you stated. Chuckling as you pulled yours away. Before he could respond, Wanda wrapped her arm around you. Leading you towards the redhead you had met at the door, along with two other women.

“This is Maria, Carol, and you already met Natasha!” she smiled as she stood and talked to Maria. Both Carol and Natasha began a conversation with you. They were gorgeous, and as you continued to talk to them, Wanda’s arm would travel down your back.

“You didn’t tell us how pretty she is, Wan.” Carol smiled, biting her lip.

“So, so pretty,” Natasha added.

Maria walked away with a smirk, telling she’d talk to the three of you later. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you tried your best to hide it.

“Hey, would you like to go exploring, maybe talk a bit? Privately?” Wanda rolled her eyes as her friends continued to follow the two of you. “Sorry about them they can be a bit much at times.”

“You’re friends are fine, they’re both really pretty,”

“You think so?” Wanda asked with a smirk that made you blush. You shouldn’t have said that, but you really didn’t care. you were throwing all your rules away lately.

“I-I do,” you admit, cursing yourself for getting shy all of a sudden. Wanda didn’t laugh, which made you a lot better. Instead she led only smiled and led you up the stairs.

“Mm, good to know. They think you’re very pretty,” she said, and you bit your lip to try and keep the whimper from escaping your throat.

Maybe you wanted to be fucked where her friend’s could easily walk in.

“What’s wrong, (Your Name)?” she asked.

“I’d rather not annoy you with the things that are bugging me,” you continued. “Just some stuff, but it’s okay. I’m having fun here, and I don’t want to kill the mood.”

Wanda gave you a small smile, before saying, “Was it your girlfriend?” Your brows furrow at what she said. How did she know? She must have realized you were confused, so followed up with. “You didn’t bring her, so I figured it had something to do with her.”

You took a deep breath, “Yeah. She actually broke up with me on our date. But it’s honestly okay, I’ve realized some things that I hadn’t before. Yes, it hurt she did that, but I think I’ll be okay.”

She pulled you into a hug, giving you a kiss on the check. Catching you off guard, but certainly not unwelcomed, you let out a whine. Eyes going wide, you tried to form the words, but they weren’t coming out. Wanda chuckled, “What’s got you all jumpy?”

You thankfully had a good excuse, “This house…just, something about it.” Which wasn’t a lie, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Oh this house? Don’t worry too much about it. Bucky o-his great-great grandfather owned it way back in the day. So it was recently passed on to him, plus I like the creepy vibe it gives.” she shrugged, and your eyes widened.

“Would you like to see the upstairs? There’s some really interesting artifacts upstairs, I’d love to show you!”

“Oh-oh no, I don’t want to intrude,”

“Love, you’re my guest, and he’s my friend. I wouldn’t take you somewhere where I couldn’t go or if he didn’t want anyone else to see. Promise.” she held up her pinkie, and you hooked yours with hers.

Still holding onto your pinky, Wanda led you up the stairs. For a decade old mansion, the stairs weren’t as creaky. The thought was pushed out of your mind when you reached the top of the stairs. Wanda wasn’t lying about the interesting part, but the box in the corner was the thing that really caught your eye.

“What's… is that a coffin?” you were ready to turn back and head down the stairs when Wanda laughed softly.

“Baby, it’s just a prop Bucky’s father got from a really movie called ‘Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein’. It’s a movie that came out in 1984, I promise it’s not real.” Wanda explained, and you were finally able to breathe.

“I think I’ve seen that when I was younger,” you commented.

—

Taking you all the way through the second floor, you smiled every time Wanda stopped to explain something to you. As you reached the stairs to go to the third floor, Wanda stopped you.

“Can I be honest with you about something, (Your Name)?” her voice was soft as she reached out for your hands. When you nodded, she continued. “You’re a sweet girl, and I wish I had gotten to know you more instead of just waiting and stepping up now. I was just nervous, wasn’t sure if you’d even give me the time of day.

"Y-yeah?” you felt your cheeks heat up. You knew you shouldn’t overreact, but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah.” she smiled.

“I would have given you the time. I am now aren’t I?”

You leaned in to kiss her, only for her to turn her head. “I’m so sorry,” you were embarrassed, wanting to turn and leave, Wanda grabbed your hand.

“No, no you’re okay! I just, I don’t want you to be put in a position like this, especially since what happened last night. Unless you want it, and if you do half way through decided that you don’t want to do this anymore, I’d stop if you changed your mind.” she assured, and you bit your lip.

“It’s much appreciated, I’ll be honest, I really want… want to do things with you. I just don’t want you to feel like you’re a rebound.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t feel like one. Honest.” she promised, lifting your chin with two of her fingers.

“Would you like to come upstairs with me?” she asked, sticking out her hand. You trusted her, even if you changed your mind halfway through, you knew she would stop. So you took her hand, leading you up the second flight of stairs.

When you got to the top of the stairs, she led you around the corner, surprised to see that this floor wasn’t as fancy as the second. You still looked at the stuff in the hallways, until you reached the first door.

“In here?” You went to reach for the door handle, but Wanda stopped.

“No not that one, we’re going four rooms down on this side of the hallway,” she smiled, and as you made your way to the room, she lightly pushed you against the door.

“If you want to stop no matter what, whether it’s too much or you changed your mind about doing this, I won’t be upset. I promise.” she smiled against your neck.

“I know, please…” you trailed off as she kissed your neck.

Running her tongue up from your neck to your ear, Wanda chuckled as you let out a gasp. “Such a pretty girl, did'ya wear this outfit for me?”

You nodded, unable to form the words you wanted to say. But that wasn’t good enough for her; she wanted to hear you. Stopping her movements, Wanda whispered in your ear, “Use your words, or I’ll stop and leave you, because I just know that pretty pussy of yours is soaked.”

“Yes, yes I wore it for you! Tried to impress you,” you admitted, and this seemed to make Wanda happy.

“You tell me if something I do is too much, even if it’s my words. Tell me if I cross the line,” she whispered, and you told her you would. “Gonna give you some safewords, you know what a safeword is, correct?”

“I do,” you said as she pulled away from you.

“Good girl.” she praised. “We’ll do the traffic light system. Red for stop completely, yellow for slow down, and green is 'I’m okay, you can continue’. If you are unable to tell me a color, I stop immediately. I’m not going to gag you, I want to hear you.”

“Wanda?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to fuck me here?” You said, turning your head in the direction the two of you came in. The thought of her friends catching you made you breathe heavy, and your knees weak. She leaned in again, her lips ghosting your ear, “Mhm.” she hummed.

Pulling up your skirt for her, Wanda got down on her knees. “Hold that pretty skirt up for me, gonna eat your pussy.” she smirked, looking up at you.

She slid your panties down to your ankles before leaning in to kiss your thighs. You bit your lip as she kissed your wet cunt, earning a whimper from you. Wanda took that as her cue to give you what you wanted. She ran her tongue through your folds before pulling away, biting both of your thighs before she returned to your core.

“Oh god, Wanda, please please,” you weren’t sure what you were begging for but thankfully Wanda got the hint.

Pulling away, she stood up, “Want you to get off on my boot. Can you do that, baby? Then gonna take you inside and fuck you good.” she said as you moved down so you could get to where you needed.

“You look so pretty down there, such pretty eyes. Kind of want you to suck on my strap before I fuck you. Wanna see those pretty eyes tear up.” she moaned as you began your movements.

Rubbing your soaked pussy against her boot, you picked up your pace. You had a feeling someone was going to catch you, but your thoughts went away when two of Wanda’s fingers pushed into your mouth. Smirking at you she instructed, “Suck.” and you did just that. You could feel yourself growing closer to coming, the way her fingers pushed deeper into your mouth sent more pleasure to your soaked cunt.

You mumbled, “Gonna come.” Against her fingers, but you were glad she understood what you were trying to say. Wanda allowed you to continue your movements.

“You look so pretty, you’re such a desperate little slut you’ll get off on anything, huh?” she asked, pulling her fingers out of your mouth. Wiping them on your face, she continued. “You wanna come, hm? Beg me.”

“Please, please Wan. Please let me come!” you cried out, holding onto her thigh as you grew closer. Trying your best to hold back the orgasm that was close to coming. Before she could answer, you felt your orgasm ripped through. But as soon as it was there, it was gone as she moved her boot away.

“You’re a bad girl, (Your Name). I was going to give you what you want, but since you’re a slut, I’ve got to punish you. Don’t I?” she asked, helping you up to your feet, and soon into the room finally.

You realized it looked like someone was living in the room, and had been there recently. You’d normally ask why it looked like that, but you figured it was an extra room for a guest. “Strip for me, and maybe I won’t punish you.” she said, stepping back as you sat on the bed. Doing as you were told, you quickly took your shirt off, only to be stopped when you had it over your head.

“Slower, slut.” she demanded, her eyes never leaving you.

As you continued to get undressed, Wanda pulled her pants down, revealing that she was packing. Once you had your skirt off, she helped you to your knees. Without being told, you wrapped your lips around the tip of the toy, earning a dark chuckle from the brunette.

“I didn’t even need to tell you what to do, you’re just a good little slut. Tell me, have you ever sucked a strap before?” she asked, and when you hummed, she pushed you further on to the toy. “Thought so.”

You pushed her strapon deeper into your throat until your nose hit her stomach. Holding your head down on it, Wanda finally pulled away moments later to let you breathe. Sighing as she watched a strand of drool followed with your mouth. When you finally caught your breath, you went back sucking her strap. Making sure it was wet enough for you, Wanda didn’t seem to care. The look on her face was all you needed to keep going, even if you looked like a mess.

Your eyes were tearing up, and you knew the makeup you spent an hour on was messed up. Finally Wanda pushed you off of the toy. “On the bed, spread your legs so I can see your pretty little pussy.”

Doing as you were told, you laid down on your back. Wanda’s eyes never left you, watching the way you took your time. As you opened your legs, she pushed them apart faster, not wanting to waste any more time. “Before we start, I’m going to remind you of the three safewords: 'Green’ is for keep going, 'yellow’ is for slow down, but don’t stop, and 'red’ is for stop. You can use them any time you want, and I promise I’ll respect it. I won’t be upset or disappointed, I’ll be proud of you.”

You nodded in agreement, tensing up as her hands lightly moved down your thighs. Making sure you were staying in place as the toy was pushed up against you, Wanda asked “Color, (Your Name)?”, and you answered with “Green”.

“Good girl, now beg me to fuck you. Wanna hear your pretty voice begging to be used,” she cooed, your cheeks heating up as the tip of the toy rubbed through your folds. You were trying to get the words out, but as her movements continued, you were unable to think. “Aw, are you unable to think when you’re getting touched?” she asked with mock-sympathy as she pulled away. Laughing at the whine that left your throat, you knew you were going to have to answer before she continued.

“Please, please give it to me, need it so bad!” you cried out, and thankfully Wanda gave into you quickly.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute, I usually have sluts like you begging more than that,” she groaned, slowly pushing into you. The strapon was bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, so as she eased in, she rubbed at your clit to help you adjust a little easier. “You’re such a good girl, taking all of my cock so easily. You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Yes, Wanda,” you promised, closing your eyes. Wanda took the time to get the bottle of lube from the bedside table. If you weren’t so focused on her strap in your pussy, you’d ask her how she got the bottle without moving a muscle. The thought of it was wiped out when Wanda slapped your clit, moving slowly so you could still adjust.

“Please, Wan, I need it,” you begged, and she was happy to oblige.

Her pace picked up, moving her hands so she could keep your legs open. You didn’t care about being quiet, as she fucked into you harder. “I’m yours, all yours. Wanda please, please!” you cried out, the words couldn’t come out faster as her thumb returned to your clit.

“Yeah? You’re all mine?” she asked with a chuckle. Pushing your knees up to your chest so she could get a better angle, you realized that she was fully clothed - minus her pants. You loved the feeling of being naked for her, especially since she still had clothes on.

When she pulled out of you, Wanda was quick to flip you over onto your side. Getting on the bed behind you, Wanda slid the toy back into you as she hooked her arm around your leg.

“Such a good girl for me. Tell me when you’re ready to come.” she moaned, gently kissing your shoulder. You reached down to play with your clit, but Wanda stopped your hand. “You gotta ask for permission to play with what’s mine, slut.”

“Please let me touch my clit? I’m already so close, wanna come so bad!”

“Play with your clit, make yourself come on my cock,” she moaned, the toy on her end was bringing her closer to the edge.

Wanda put her fingers into your mouth as came, you began to try and fuck her back the best you could. As she helped you through your orgasm, she came with a gasp. When your breathing steadied, and so did hers, she pulled out of you. Wrapping her arms around you, you closed your eyes.

—-

You woke up, Wanda had her pants back on, and you were fully dressed. You were still in her arms. You groaned as you stretched, not wanting to get up.

“Mm, hello Sleeping Beauty,” she hummed, kissing you on the cheek. You weren’t aware of when you fell asleep or how long; you did know that it was the best sleep you’ve had in a long time.

“How long was I sleeping for?” you asked, sitting up.

“Oh, its eight in the morning. You had fallen asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you. Especially since you were sleeping so comfortably.” she smiled, watching as you slowly got off the bed.

“Do you want to get something to eat? I’ll pay,” she offered, but you shook your head. You didn’t want to have her pay, and you were having to leave to get ready for tonight.

“No, it’s okay. Plus I’m sure Smokey is freaking out, wondering where I’m at.” you smiled, and Wanda nodded.

“Alright, let me at least walk you downstairs?”

“Yes please, I think I’d get lost in this place.”

—

You said your goodbyes, even as you noticed both Carol and Natasha up and early. They waved goodbye to you as both Wanda and you passed them. “Am I going to see you tonight?” she asked as you reached the front door.

“Definitely! I mean, if you want me to come still!” you felt your face heat up, embarrassed by the effect Wanda had on you.

“Of course, come around four tonight if that’s okay! I want you to personally meet my friends.” she smiled, leaning up to give you a kiss on the cheek.

—-

You weren’t sure what you were going to wear, not sure if it was even a costume party or not. So, you decided to where something simple: sweatpants and a hoodie. Even though at first you didn’t really want to go to the party (but went so you could hangout with Wanda), now you really wanted to go. Wanda was going to introduce you to all of her friends, since last night she spent it mostly with you.

It made you nervous - you wanted her friends to like you, so you hoped for the best. Three pm arrived, and you headed out for the same spot. Since the party wasn’t starting until nine, you weren’t sure what else Wanda wanted to do. Hoping that you’d get more alone time with her.

You got there at three-fifty due to traffic, but when you get there, you still take your time getting up the stairs. When you knocked on the door, Bucky answered the door.

“Hello, (Your Name),” he smiled. “Come on in, Wanda’s just getting ready. She’ll be down in a few minutes.”

You figured that she was staying the night in the house since it would be easier than having to drive back and forth. Especially since she didn’t work the last two days. He led you to the large living room, where Carol was sitting on Natasha lap.

“Hey, (Your Name)!” Carol smirked, and your eyes widened. You knew someone was bound to hear the noises you were making, and now she was going to bring it up.

“H-hey,” you gave a small smile, and as Carol was about to say something else, Wanda cut her off.

Coming over near you, Wanda gave you a hug. You noticed she smelled like strawberries, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You look lovely, Wan.” you smiled, the heat from your cheeks returned as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. You noticed the other women staring at the two of you in a way you couldn’t explain.

“I know you weren’t able to talk that much yesterday, but Carol and Nat are special to me. I really want you guys to hit it off!”

—-

The four of you got talking, and you found out that you had a lot in common. But as the conversation got going, it took a turn that you couldn’t complain about. Natasha had asked what the two of you what doing last night, because they heard you. You hid your behind Wanda, not wanting them to see your blush. You couldn’t care less about them knowing - especially since they heard what was happening.

Wanda didn’t say anything, and you all moved on from the subject. You excused yourself to the bathroom, and once you were down one of the many long hallways, you realized that you hadn’t asked where the bathroom was. So you decided to try and find it on your own instead of going back and asking.

Where the hell is the bathroom, you said to yourself. You wished you went back to ask for help, but it was a little too late for that. So as you pushed each door open slightly, you hoped to find it soon. As you opened it, you had caught Wanda’s friend, Steve, on his knees. You couldn’t tell who was in front of him, but you were quick to apologize as you shut the door. Turning around, you almost jumped out of your skin when Wanda was behind you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just you didn’t ask where the bathroom is and I didn’t want you to get lost.” she smiled softly. You gave her a smile, taking her hand as she led you to the bathroom.

“Hey, Wanda?” you whispered as you reached the bathroom. She stopped right in front of the door, eyes locked on you.

“Yeah, love?”

You weren’t sure on what you wanted to say, but the way she was staring made you feel warm. So you decided to go with your gut. “I know we hooked up yesterday but we’ve known each other for a few months, and I’m just now getting to know both Carol and Nat. But-”

“You think they’re very attractive and you wouldn’t mind doing things with them and me tonight if they were up for it?” she asked casually, causing your jaw to drop.

“How did y-you know?” you asked, baffled.

“I can read minds.” she winked, and you laughed. You weren’t entirely sure how she guessed it, but she was in fact right. Although unsure of what to do with the feelings, especially since you liked Wanda. Was she even okay with it? You had to ask her, but you weren’t sure of how you were going to express it.

“Wan…” you trailed off but she pulled you into a hug.

“If you’re wondering whether or not I’m upset about your feelings. I’m not, trust me. I’m more than okay with it, and of course, if you don’t want to do anything with them, and it’s just a thought, I would never have you do anything you don’t want to do.” she assured, and although it was comforting, you were still curious on how she knew what you were thinking. Shaking the thought out of your head, you walked into the bathroom when Wanda told you she’d wait outside for you.

“Let’s go back to the party, I’ll give you some free food that I promised.” she chuckled as you took her hand.

—–

You walked straight to the food table, where Steve and Bucky were arguing over which type of cheesecake was better. When they turned to you, Steve’s face went bright red. “Oreo cheesecake is my favorite, however regular is just as good.” you smile, taking a small piece from the table.

You found Wanda on the couch, talking to both Carol and Natasha. You quickly sat down next to her, your head leaning against her shoulder as she continued to talk. An hour went by, and you noticed that everyone was beginning to leave, except for the small group that was there last night.

“So what do ya guys want to do? The night’s still young,” Bucky asked, climbing onto the couch, you heard Carol groan as he almost fell on top of her. To avoid being anymore uncomfortable, she climbed on to Natasha’s lap.

“I mean, we could watch horror movie?” you suggested, and Bucky’s eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Yeah? Which one?”

“Well, I have a few in my car that I bring with me on long roadtrips with friends. I can go get them if you want!” you smile, hoping you didn’t just embarrass yourself (a fear you’ve never really gotten over since high school), but when they all collectively said yes, you get up quickly.

“I’ll go with you.” Wanda smiled, getting up off the couch just as quickly as you did. “You’re not stealing our seats.” she made sure they knew before the two of you headed out of the mansion.

Once at your car, you popped the trunk, and Wanda stood close behind you. “So,” she started, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Yes, Wan?” you asked bending down to grab the tub full of movies. You grabbed the tub with your one arm, holding it to your hip as you shut the trunk.

“You’re so cute.” she smirked, taking a hold of the movies. She sat them on the trunk of your car so she could push you up against it.

“Da-Wanda, please,”

You caught yourself slipping, only stopping because you weren’t sure if she was into it. You waited patiently for her to respond, unsure if she truly caught on to what you had begun to say.

“What do you want, baby? You want me to fuck you right out here against your car?” she asked, grinding against your ass. The strapon she was wearing was bigger than the one she used on you last night - you were sure of it.

“N-no, want you to-” you cut yourself off with a moan. “Carol and Nat-”

Wanda pulled away from you so you were able to think. You wanted to tell her right then and there, but the words weren’t forming. As she began to walk away, you stopped her.

“What do you want, baby? You can tell me, I won’t judge.” she smirked, moving closer once again. Now with her chest against your own, Wanda kissed you.

“Want Carol and Natasha to…fuck me with you,” you finally admit. Waiting for Wanda to respond, you began to grow anxious.

“Are you sure, baby? You thought about it enough, because if you want to do this, I promise it doesn’t have to be tonight.” she assured you, but you shook your head.

“I’m sure, I promise.”

Wanda hummed, “Alright sweet girl. Let’s get back inside, and we’ll watch the movie, and I’ll talk to them if you’d like?”

“S-sounds good.”

—-

As soon as you made your way back inside, you noticed that Natasha was sitting on the couch that Wanda and you were sitting at. She didn’t seem to mine - especially since the seats that you were once sitting in were still empty. You sat down next to Natasha, as you looked through the movies.

“We can either watch: House of Wax, The Blair Witch Project, or, since it’s Halloween: Halloween.”

“Halloween sounds good to me,”

—

You had paid attention to most of the movie, occasionally looking away as Wanda placed her hand on your thigh. She was teasing you, and it was definitely working. You tried your best to sit still, but when you had enough, you pulled the blanket off the couch from behind. Thanking whoever because everyone was watching the movie. Wanda leaned in, whispering to you, telling you to open your legs. With Natasha next to you, you were sure you’d get caught.

She slipped her hand quickly down your sweatpants, but slowly rubbed the tips of her fingers against your soaked panties. “You’ve already soaked through your panties? You’re a needy little slut aren’t you?” You gasped as she slid your panties to the side, a single finger of hers running through your folds slowly.

“Can you be quiet baby girl? Everyone’s distracted with the movie, do you think you can get away with coming? Hm?”

You hummed in response, bracing yourself as she slipped a finger into your soaked cunt. Moving it as slow as she could, she turned back to the movie. Trying your best to stay still, you bit your lip hard enough that you broke the skin. From what you could tell, you were silent. But when the redhead turned to you, you knew you were caught. Natasha leaned in, pushing the tip of her nose against your cheek. “You okay?”

Before you could get an answer out, Wanda added a second finger. You tried your best with forming the words - or anything to avoid the embarrassment that was about to happen. Maybe you were being louder than what you initially thought.

“Mm, Wanda told Carol and I what you want. If you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. There’s no hard feelings,” Natasha smiled, assuring something that you already knew. But you were thankful they were serious about your feelings.

“My mind has-hasn’t changed!” you cry out, wishing you were able to keep your composure. This time, you knew you had been caught for sure.

Natasha whispered, “You’re not very good at being quiet, (Your Name). It also doesn’t help that I can hear your desperate little pussy. You’re so wet, you’re driving me crazy, baby.” As Wanda continued to fuck you nice and slow.

Pulling her fingers out, Wanda brought them up to her own lips. Making sure that her eyes were on yours. You broke eye contact when Natasha’s hand slipped between your sweats. “Are you okay with this, baby? Are you okay with me playing with this pretty pussy?” she whispered, smirking against your neck when you nodded.

“You’re being so good for us, being so quiet. But later tonight, you can be as loud as you want. We wanna hear those pretty little moans.” the words that were coming out of Natasha were making you want more. She seemed to notice, because instantly, she leaned in and continued. “Carol and I heard you last night. The way you were begging Wanda, the way you came. You sound so pretty when you come, (Your Name).”

You let out a soft whimper as Natasha pushed two fingers into your cunt. Unlike Wanda, she sped up almost instantly. Fucking her fingers into you, Natasha looked at Wanda. Giving her a nod as if they were silently communicating with each other, she slid a third finger in. You couldn’t contain your movements any longer, so as you began to fuck yourself on her fingers, she pulled out.

“I never gave you permission to fuck my fingers back,” she tsked. “Unlike Wanda, I’m strict.” she smirked. Sucking her fingers, she hummed at the taste.

“Please…” you whined, and Wanda turned to both Natasha and you.

“What do you want, baby girl? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Wanna go upstairs now, fuck the movie.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

—–

As the three of you excused yourselves to go upstairs (only getting a confused look from Steve, and a smirk from Bucky), you told them they can watch the other movies you brought in from your car. As the three of you made it to the stairs, Natasha pushed you up against the wall. “Can’t wait to have you coming for me.”

When you reached the same room you were in the night before, you were surprised to find Carol sitting on the bed. Both Natasha and Wanda didn’t seem fazed, so you just shook it off. You watched as all three women sat down on the bed, eyes never leaving you as you shut the door.

“You ready? Color?” Wanda asked, and you focused on her.

“I’m ready, and green.”

“Undress for us, and get on your knees, princess.”

You slowly took your clothes off, thankful that you had decided to wear something simple. Slipping the sweats down to your ankles, you were quick to kick them off as you moved to your shirt.

“Such a good girl, doing what you’re told. Are you more into praise, or being degraded, detka?” Natasha asked, watching you throw your shirt into the pile of your clothes. “Knees Carol. Help her take off those pretty panties.”

“B-both.” you admitted, earning a smirk from the redhead.

You turned so you were facing the blonde, already on her knees. Not even paying attention to how fast she jumped off the bed - you were way too focused on the desperate look on her face. Running her fingers up your thighs, Carol let out a dark chuckle as you whimpered. She hooked her fingers around your panties, looking up at you as she slowly pulled them down. You gasped as Wanda came up behind you, quickly unhooking your bra.

“Be a good girl now and get on your knees.” Wanda whispered, kissing the back of your neck.

You did as you were told, and as you waited for further instructions, you stayed still. As if to read your mind, Wanda stood up to unbuckle her pants. You knew what she wanted. Pulling the belt from the loops, she threw it on the ground. Stopping her hands from going further, you pulled her pants down for her.

“How much do you want my cock, princess?” she asked, combing her fingers through your hair. You gasped as she pulled your head back by your hair as she pulled her strapon out of the briefs she had on.

“So much, please Wanda. Please give it to me.”

Slapping the toy against your cheek before rubbing it against your lips, Wanda pushed the tip into your mouth. You took it into your mouth more, getting half way before it hit the back of your throat. Wanda held your head in place as she moved the toy out of your mouth.

“If it gets to be too much, you let go of Carol’s hand. Okay?” Wanda instructed, and you nodded. Knowing that she wanted actual words.

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

Carol got closer to you before grabbing your hand, watching closely as Wanda tipped your head back. “Open that pretty mouth of yours.” You did as you were told, as she let go of your head to lean in, she pushed two of her fingers into your mouth.

“You’re such a good slut for me, can’t wait to see my friends use your pretty little holes.” Wanda cooed, pulling her fingers out of your mouth. Wiping them on your cheek while Natasha walked over to the closet.

Holding the base of the cock, Wanda guided it back into your mouth. You took Carol’s hand once more, as Wanda began to fuck your face. “You look so fucking good like this, sucking my cock like a good little slut.” she praised, watching as you pull off to breathe.

“Good girl, (Your Name). Carol’s gonna lay down on her back, and I want you to sit on her strap.”

“Wait,” Natasha stopped you as Wanda helped you to your feet. “I kinda want to prep her.” Wanda looked at you to see if your face showed any sign of displeasure.

“You okay with her stretching your ass? Color?” Wanda had to make sure you were a hundred percent okay with it.

“Green, Wanda,” you assured her.

“Good, now bend over the bed. Gonna stretch you, get you prepped for my cock.” she smirked, licking her lips as you did what you were told. You looked back, watching as Carol went to grab something’s out of the dresser drawer. Unfortunately, you were unable to see exactly what she was grabbing. “You tell me if any of this is too much. Even if you’re in the middle of making Carol come, or even Wanda. I will check in with you during each step. Understood?”

“I understand.”

You waited for a few minutes as Natasha gathered a few things to use on you. Beginning to grow impatient, you whined as Wanda sat in front of you. Stroking your hair, she was still fully clothed, as was Carol. Hearing a cap being opened, you let out a whimper. Natasha carefully squirted some of the lube onto her fingers before rubbing them against your tight hole.

“You still good, (Your Name)? Color?” she asked, stilling her fingers.

“Green.”

When you had given her your color, she continued her movements. Dipping a finger slowly into your entrance, she used her free hand to rub at your clit. Carol began to take her clothes off, watching as Natasha worked her finger into you more.

“Gonna have you make Carol come, slut,” Natasha said. Pulling her hand away from your clit to slap your thigh, causing you to cry out.

Wanda moved from in front of you to let Carol could take her place. The blonde lifted your head by gripping your chin, she scooted down so you were able to reach her wet cunt. “That’s a good girl.” she moaned as you ran your tongue lightly through her folds.

“Going for a second finger, printsessa.” Natasha warned you, and you hummed against Carol. You waited as she squeezed a little more lube onto her finger, the cool texture made you whimper. You pulled back, looking up at the blonde - you wanted to try to be a tease, but that didn’t last long. Pulling your face back to her pussy, she let a chuckle as you went to work again.

“You’re such a good girl, would you like me to play with your pretty pussy?” Wanda asked, moving next to Natasha. Watching as Natasha began to pull her fingers out to the tips, and push them back in now with a third finger.

You hummed against Carol’s pussy, reaching up with your right hand rub at her clit. You closed your eyes as you felt Wanda’s fingers rubbing your clit. “Don’t get distracted, princess. Wanda will take her fingers away from your greedy cunt of yours.” Natasha warned.

“I-oh-” you cut yourself off, feeling Natasha slip her fingers out of your ass. Soon pushing a small plug into you to replace her fingers. “Fuck.”

“Yeah? You like that, (Your Name)? Going to keep that in until we’re ready to fuck your ass, understand? Color?” she asked, slapped your ass as Carol grabbed your wrist to stop your movements, even as she was growing closer to the edge.

“I-I understand. Green.” as soon as you said the color, Carol let go of your wrist, and you continued to fuck her with your fingers. Wanda pushed a finger into your entrance as Natasha moved to sit next to Carol. You were focused on making Carol come, pushing in a second finger into her, you watched as the redhead got up to grab something in the next room. Unsure of what it was, you shook the thought out of your head so you could focus.

“You’re going to make me come, add a third finger,” she moaned, and you did just that. Curling your fingers up as as you rubbed her clit with your thumb, she cried out. “Just like that, baby.”

Fucking her fast as Wanna mimicked your movements, Carol came as you curled your fingers once more. Your whole hand soaked from her, she pulled your hand up to her mouth, she cleaned it off. Watching as her tongue traced your skin, you let out a whimper.

Natasha came back into the room both of her hands holding a toy and it’s harness. "Gonna fuck you so good, are you going to be a good girl, (Your Name)? Because bad little whores get nothing.” Natasha smirked as you let out a whimper. Wanda helped you to your feet before she sat down on the bed.

“Come sit on my cock while they get ready, baby,” she said, and you moved closer to her. Pulling Wanda’s shirt up over her head, you lowered yourself onto the strap before unclasping her bra.

“Fuck, I don’t think I could get tired of watching her stretch on a strap,” Carol moaned as she tightened the harness around her waist.

“Please, Wan.” you whined as she held you still. You wanted to be fucked, but you soon realized she wasn’t quite wanting to fuck you yet.

“No, I’ll fuck you only if Nat and Carol think tou should be fucked, princess.” she smirked, kissing your back softly. Natasha tilted her head as if she was contemplating on what she should do.

“I think (Your Name) should fuck your cock. Why should you do all the work?” You bit your lip at her words as Wanda leaned back, resting on her elbows.

You began to move slowly, trying to get a pace that you liked. Wanda held onto your waist as she guided you on her strap, letting a soft moan as it brushed against her clit as you fucked it. “Look how pretty you are, slut. When you want to come, you ask. Understood?” Natasha asked slapping your as soon as she got closer to you.

“Y-yes, Nat-” Wanda cut you off with a slap to your ass.

“You’re going to call me 'Mommy’ for the rest of the night,” she said, pinching at your nipples as you continued to ride the toy. You moaned out, earning a slap to your face. “Mm, you liked that, princess? You like riding Daddy’s cock? Tell her, don’t tell me.”

“Oh god-” you swallowed, trying to form the words that you wanted to say. “Wanda I love riding your cock, please fuck me back, please. Please!”

Wanda stopped your movements, pushing you down on her strap so you couldn’t move. “What did Natasha call me, baby girl?” she asked, bringing her right hand to lightly, but firmly slap your cheek.

“D-Daddy,” you whispered as Carol wrapped a collar around your neck.

“Then call me that if you want baby, I’ve noticed a few slip ups when you almost called me that.” she smirked, leaving small bits on the parts of your arms where she could reach.

“Yes, Daddy,” you cried out as soon as she began fucking up into you.

“You look so good with a collar on, pup,” Carol smirked, rubbing your clit as Wanda continued her movements. You were growing closer to the edge, but you knew you had to ask for permission. The words weren’t coming as Carol sped her fingers up as Wanda continued to fuck you. You weren’t sure what Natasha was doing - too focused on your pleasure to find out.

“I can tell you’re close, baby. Do you wanna come? You know what to do when you need to,” Carol said, voice stern as she slapped your at your cunt.

“You’ll be punished if you come without permission, slut.” Natasha whispered in your ear as she snaked her hand through your hair. Pulling your head back by your hair, Natasha kissed you as her other hand slapped at your breasts. Pinching at your nipples before you broke the kiss.

“Please, Mommy. Please let me come all over her c-cock,” you whimpered, but Wanda stilled as you Carol continued.

“No.” Natasha smirked, helping you off of Wanda’s strap. You groaned at the feeling of being empty, but as the redhead stood you on your feet, you watched Wanda get on the bed so she was propped up on the pillow. “Bend over baby, gonna take the plug out now.”

You did as you were told, trying your best to relax as Natasha rubbed at your ass. Pulling at the toy lightly, she rubbed at your clit as she slowly worked it out of you. As soon as it was out, she slapped your ass. Wanda moved out of the way as Carol took her place. “Sit on Carol’s cock, then wait for instructions,” she stated, watching as you climbed on top of the bed.

Straddling Carol’s strap, she held it in place as you pushed yourself down on it. “So fucking tight, can’t wait for you to come on my cock.” She moaned, biting your shoulder as you let out a gasp. The toy much bigger than the one Wanda fucked you with. Having a few minutes to relax before you felt the bed dip as someone got on.

“Relax baby, the lube’s going to be really cold as you know, but I’ve gotta use much more now.” Natasha warned as you heard the bottle. Waiting in anticipation as she squirted some onto her fingers, you jumped at the cool feeling when she pushed the tip of her finger into your ass. She pulled it out as she lined the toy she was wearing up to your entrance. Wincing as she pushed in at a slow pace, she rubbed at your ass to try and sooth you.

“It’s okay, baby, just breathe.” she cooed, and you nodded against Carol. “You’re doing so good, so fuckin’ proud.” you moaned at the praise as Natasha pulled out. You knew she needed to go slow so she didn’t hurt you, but you began to grow impatient.

Your thoughts left you as Carol’s fingers poked at your lips, which you happily took into your mouth. Humming against them as Natasha pushed back into your ass - this time going halfway in before stopping. “How do you feel, (Your Name)? Color?” she asked, and you pulled your mouth away from her fingers.

“I feel so good, Mommy. So fucking full though, and green.” you smiled. Kissing Carol’s shoulder, you waited until you were fully comfortable before letting Natasha know that you wanted her to start moving. As she waited, she opened the bottle of lube up before squirting some onto the strap, and your ass. She checked as she rubbed up and down your crack teasingly when you finally broke the silence.

“Please, you can move now. Please give it to me,” you whimpered as the redhead did what you wanted. Fucking you at a slow pace, you gasped as Carol reached down the best she could, rubbing against your clit.

“Yeah? You want Mommy to fuck your ass, huh? So fucking full you need more?” she asked, moaning as she began to slowly move.

“Y-yeah!” Earning a laugh from Natasha, she pulled your back against her chest by your hair. Fucking into you at a much faster pace, she whispered, “You tell me if it’s too much, (Your Name). Okay?” licking your neck. You whimpered as she her arm went along your chest to keep you against her as she let go of your hair.

“Mommy- please, so fucking close.” you held on to the headboard as Carol rubbed at your clit once more.

“Yeah? You’re already so close, beg your Daddy to let you come then.” before you could respond, Natasha pulled your hair so that you were looking to the right. You gasped as you found Wanda pumping two fingers into herself as she watched as Carol and Natasha fucked you.

“Did I hear that right, baby? You wanna come on their cocks?” Wanda asked as she got up off the chair. Getting on the bed, she stood on it above Carol. “Suck on my cock while you come then.” she held onto the toy as Natasha pushed you onto it. Taking in as much as you could, Wanda slowly moved you on it, fucking your face at a comfortable pace.

“You look so fucking good sucking her cock, Wanda’s dripping all over me.” Carol moaned, watching as you took the toy deeper. You hummed against it, trying your best to relax your throat. Wanting to make her proud you pulled back, taking a deep breath before taking the whole strap in one go. Your nose pressing into her, you looked at up at her. She smiled down at you, tapping your cheek before pulling out of your mouth.

“Tongue out.” she said, voice stern. She left no room for disobedience, but as Natasha continued to fuck you, the words weren’t processing. Knowing that Wanda would grow impatient, you closed your eyes, and stuck out your tongue. “Never said to shut your eyes, slut. Where’s my good girl? Maybe we should stop fucking you all together. Make you think about how much of a bad girl you are.”

You shook your head, “No, Daddy, I’m sorry.” Opening your eyes as you stuck out your tongue once again.

“Good girl.” she praised.

Leaning in so her face was a few inches from yours, she spat in your mouth before closing in on the space. Kissing you as she held you in place. “Please, please Daddy. I’m gonna come!” you cried as Natasha smacked your ass.

“Come for us, come now.” she said, wrapping her hand around your throat. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you came with a loud cry. As Natasha fucked you through it, Wanda let go of your throat. You laid against Carol as Natasha pulled out. Quick to take off the toy as she left the room once more.

“You did so good for us, baby. Took us all so well, so fucking proud.” Carol whispered, kissing you on the cheek as Wanda lifted you off of her strap. Carrying around the bed, she laid you down in the middle next to the blonde.

“Nat went to grab a few things for you, but she’ll be back.” Wanda smiled, kissing your forehead as she got into the bed next to you.

Carol and Wanda both wrapped their arms around you as you began to drift off to sleep. Only waking back up when Natasha entered the room. “Drink some of this water, you needed it.” she said, leaving no room for you to refuse it.

“Wanda and Carol will take you home when you’re ready to get up.” Natasha stated, leaning over Carol to kiss you on your lips.

—-

After cuddling all three of them for a good hour, you whispered to Wanda that you were ready. Although you would rather stay the night once more, you didn’t want to intrude. “I’ll see you around?” you asked as you gave Natasha a hug goodbye - unsure of why she wasn’t going with them to take you home.

“Maybe,” she winked playfully as Carol, Wanda, and you all made your way out of the bedroom door as soon as you were fully dressed.

You noticed that everyone at the party wasn’t downstairs any more. “You guys wait in the car, I’ll go grab your movies!” Carol said as Wanda took your hand.

Wanda walked you quickly to the car, pushing you up against it. Kissing your lips, she quickly moved down to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath before she pulled away.

“Do-Do you work tomorrow?” you asked as she nuzzled against your neck.

“Mm, no. You?”

“Unfortunately.” you were going to be dead tired, but it was well worth it.

Wanda didn’t respond with words, instead sucking on your neck. You knew it was going to leave a mark, but you couldn’t care less. Pulling away when she heard the front door opening, as you went for the driver’s side, Wanda stopped you in your tracks.

“I’ll drive you to your house, you’re exhausted.” she said as you opened the door to the back seat.

“Alright. But how are you guys getting home?”

“We’ll walk, and before you try and get us to not, it’s okay, we enjoy walking.” she assured you as if she had read your mind.

The ride to your house was silent, but comfortable. It was already beginning to become light out when Carol walked you to the front door. You were thankful that you didn’t have to go to work until four pm.

—

When you woke up, you groaned. You must’ve fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Opening your eyes to look at the clock, your eyes widened as you realized it was already three pm. You slept in way too long, jumping up, you got into the shower. Before you went to work, you texted Wanda saying “Hey”. Something in your gut was telling you to text her. But as you drove to work, you hoped that it wouldn’t be too busy so you could get away with texting.

—

You said hello to your boss before sitting at the front desk. Eyes wide when you noticed the scheduling calendar - noticing that you and Sam were the only ones on it for the whole month. You called for your boss, wanting to know why Wanda wasn’t on it anymore. Considering that she never brought it up to you yesterday, or even the day before.

“What’s up, (Your Name)?” he asked, a concerned look on his face. You weren’t sure how to word it, not wanting to pry in her business. Especially since this was all new to you - just two days ago she was working with you!

“I know it shouldn’t be any of my business, but I just saw her yesterday and the day before. Wanda? Why isn’t she on the schedule?” You watched his face turn from a friendly smile to a look that said he was contemplating his answer.

“Nobody named Wanda has ever worked here.”

#my writing #mine #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers

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splinteredbone · 2 years

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hallway crush

masterlist / navigation / @splinteredmercies

pairing: eddie munson x reader

contains: no spoilers for s4. modern au. reader is really into astrology and tarot. afab reader. an allusion to sex. not edited, we die like men.

wc: 1.73 k

author’s note: im not ashamed to say it: this is one of the most self-indulgent one-shots you’ll ever find because, quite literally, it’s a self-insert. i hereby announce my intentions of bringing forth the astrology!tarot!witch!reader x eddie munson—their aesthetics together, lord! although, we could just shorten it to spiritual!reader x eddie munson, can’t we? anyway, this might become my whole niche considering all the things i’m planning in my head right now… i’m a menace and all of you are now being dragged down with me.

Before you and Eddie Munson were in the same homeroom, he was your hallway crush.

You didn’t know his name, but what you did know was two things:

He was hot. Like extremely fucking hot. (The whole metalhead aesthetic really did things to you.)

You would give an arm and a leg to be able to run your fingers through his hair.

It didn’t take long for you to figure out his name, and his social media quickly followed.

His main Instagram account was public and filled with videos of him playing guitar—where you could see glimpses of a small, cluttered room and walls covered with band posters. You figured out that he ran the Hellfire Club’s Instagram, and that endeared you even more to him because you were sure he made the announcements himself and didn’t rely on Canva.

Then, you found his Twitter account, which was also public. (Twitter accounts were always telling of character, especially for men his age. You found out that he had a little over two hundred followers, published his band’s music on Bandcamp, and had a killer sense of humor.)

And that was how your life went for three years, occasionally stalking his social media and looking out for him in the hallways. Until you walked into Ms. Abernathy’s homeroom during your first day of senior year and found Eddie Munson talking to her animatedly. (You later found out that Ms. Abernathy was taking over as the sponsor of the Hellfire Club.)

Ms. Abernathy greeted you when you tried to walk past her unseen. “I’m so happy to see you! How was your summer break?”

You blinked owlishly and avoided staring at Eddie like an idiot. “It was great. Thanks for asking, Ms. A.”

You forced a bright smile at her and fled to your usual seat near the windows. Your friends would be here soon and they would help you avoid staring at the ridiculously hot two-timer senior.

It was late October; the weather was becoming chilly and you switched out your crop tops and shorts for jeans and zip-ups. (Your trusty Birkenstocks remained on your feet despite the changing weather.)

Homecoming week was taking place the week of Halloween this year. You and your group of friends were excited over the announced Spirit Days, coordinating who was matching with who for Character Day and when to go shopping for dresses. And you all had fallen back into old habits: doing natal charts and tarot readings instead of finishing homework and studying. (Ms. Abernathy didn’t mind though.)

“Strength!” It was one of your favorite tarot cards. On it, a woman was depicted calmly holding the jaws of a fully grown lion. It represented having control and discipline, especially during times of great adversities. In this case, you’d asked Spirit who was coming into your friend’s life—possible placements and the like. Placing the card with the others, you continued, “Whoever is reentering your life as a love interest before this year ends will have a Leo placement—sun, rising, moon, etcetera.”

“Reentering?” Leena asked, staring at the spread before her. “I really hope it’s not who I think it is.”

“Remember, tarot is based on current energy, and energies change as you make decisions.” You looked at Leena sternly. “If it is who we think it is: then, we rebuke his bad energy. You’ll redraw boundaries and tell him there’s no way in hell you’re getting back with his cheating ass.”

“The moment I saw Five of Swords come out I knew exactly who it was talking about.” To your left, Oneida cackled before taking a sip of her Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee. “He thought he was so sneaky. And now he’s coming back when he’s realized you’re the best he’ll ever have.”

Leena and Oneida continued speaking (i.e., arguing over Elena’s past decisions regarding your life) as you placed the cards back in the deck. Giving the deck a quick shuffle before putting them away in the box, you hadn’t realized your friends had fallen quiet, and someone was standing over you.

“Can I get a reading?”

You froze and looked up. Eddie Munson was in front of you. Beautiful brown eyes flickered between the deck in your hand and your face.

Leena and Oneida kicked your shin at the same time and you stumbled out a reply, “Sure!”

He grinned widely and sat down in front of you.

“I can give you a general reading, starting with three cards. Is that okay with you?” You held onto your deck like it was a lifeline as he seemingly stared right into your soul.

“Fine with me.”

You smiled and started shuffling after knocking three times on the deck. Spirit, a general reading for Eddie Munson.

The cards started popping out in quick succession. Knight of Wands, Seven of Wands, Six of Pentacles.

“I do my readings based on intuition—my gut feeling,” you explained, moving the cards so Eddie could see them. “I’m going to pull some more.”

Ten of Swords, the Hanged Man, Knight of Pentacles, the Empress, Nine of Swords, Two of Cups, Eight of Pentacles, Death, Justice.

You flipped over the deck, “Bottom of the deck: Four of Wands.”

You glanced at him; he was frowning, eyes focused on the Death card.

“The cards are scary if you take them literally,” you said. You started your interpretation, “You’ve been losing sleep, overthinking whether or not you should approach the person you’re interested in. And right now, you’re your own enemy, letting your anxieties rule you. You should approach them because it’s likely that your feelings are reciprocated. This connection has the potential to be life-changing, in a positive way.”

“That’s… a lot.”

You looked up from the cards; Eddie was already staring at you.

You shrugged sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I know. But Spirit had a lot to say about whatever has been bothering you.”

As he was about to say something else, the bell rang and you fled after putting away your deck into the abyss of your backpack.

Eddie Munson (edd1emuns0n) started following you.

The scream that came out of your mouth was high-pitched and embarrassing. Immediately, you screenshotted the notification and sent it to the group chat with Leena and Oneida.

Oneida

No fucking shot

WAS THE TAROT READING ABOUT YOU???

Leena

It might be a coincidence

You watched as more text messages came, mostly Oneida telling you to slide into his DMs. You were mortified at the suggestion and decided to put your phone on Do Not Disturb for the rest of the night.

As Leena said, it could be a coincidence but your intuition was saying otherwise.

You slipped your phone under your pillow and turned to your TV. An episode of The Sopranos was playing quietly, and you chose to focus on it instead of whatever notifications were hidden under Do Not Disturb.

That only lasted ten minutes. You grabbed your phone, put in the passcode, and opened your notifications.

edd1emuns0n liked your post.

You froze. You hadn’t posted anything new in months except—

You quickly opened Instagram and saw which post he liked.

It was a post from July when you’d been celebrating Leena’s seventeenth birthday by having a Pinterest-worthy picnic. In the post, you were wearing a floral mini dress. The angels of both pictures showed off your breasts and thighs in flattering angles. You looked hot, even months later.

And Eddie Munson liked that post.

Another scream left your mouth as you threw your phone across your bedroom. You immediately regretted the action and got up to grab your phone.

A notification came in.

edd1emuns0n

Hey, about that tarot reading

Should I actually do something about it?

You stared at the messages for a moment, thinking about what you should say. Finally, you sent your response.

Yes.

He replied quickly.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

Sad at his dry response, you turned off your phone and went back to watching The Sopranos.

Homeroom, again. And this time, you were the one nursing a Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee instead of Oneida.

You scrolled aimlessly on Pinterest, saving the occasional Whisper repost that was amusing when Eddie Munson stood in front of you.

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

Oh, shit, did he get rejected? You thought but nodded anyway. You motioned for him to follow you out to the hallway. Ms. Abernathy barely looked at you two.

“What is it?” You questioned, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

“Are you today after school? I’d like to take you out, get to know you.”

You blinked. Then a large smile grew on your face. “So, the reading was about me?”

“Yeah, it was.”

You laughed and beamed up at him. “Well, I am free after school today then. I’ll meet you in the parking lot?”

“Sounds good.”

Before you and Eddie Munson were in the same homeroom, he was your hallway crush. Now, he was your boyfriend, and you could boast that you had manifested it.

It was May, and the date of graduation and prom was coming up. You and Eddie were graduating, but Eddie had skipped so many periods that he wasn’t allowed to attend the ceremony.

You didn’t mind that Eddie wasn’t walking the stage. You understood that Eddie would prefer being in the audience, cheering for you as your name was called and you accepted your diploma from the principal. (It was a shame, though, because you were sure his uncle would have liked seeing Eddie walk the stage with you.)

It had taken you two months to convince Eddie it would be worth it to attend prom together. (You’d told him that you would spend the night with him—just him—instead of lugging him to attend the after party.)

So, now, you were pinning Eddie’s only pair of dress pants because it was too long. (You were sure that Eddie bought these hoping you would forget to make sure they fit them right.)

“Stop fidgeting,” you muttered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He stopped moving. He said your name softly. “Don’t do that.”

You smirked and looked away. “Stay still, and maybe I will give you what you want.”

And he listened. He stayed still as you finished pinning the dress pants (and you did give him what he wanted).

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #mine.one-shots #spiritual!reader #ch.eddie munson #tv.stranger things

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findafight · 7 months

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100% Mike and Steve dress up as Anakin and Obi wan (AOTC or ROTS-era) for Halloween one year. Mike’s getting over a break up or his parents are finally divorcing and despite being thirty (assuming this isn’t a modern AU) he’s not taking it well.

Mike: *whining* C’mon! You *owe* me.

Steve : For fucking WHAT?

Mike: I dunno - there’s gotta be something from over the years.

Steve: *sighs* Mike - you remember that conversation we had back you were fourteen, and I told you you were too old to get your own way by pouting at me.

Mike: *grinning* I called you a bitch.

Steve *proud and trying not to show it* Yes. Yes, you did. Point being, THAT WAS 14 YEARS AGO! You haven’t turned a corner and suddenly gotten cute and helpless enough for it to work!

Mike: Helpless-?

Steve: No distracting me - the point is, it is not happening - end of discussion!

*Smash cut to Steve and Mike in full costume in the middle of a party, Steve holding a red solo cup because time is a flat circle*

Steve: -wish I could cut off your arms and legs for real.

Mike: That’s dark sided - you’re supposed to be Obi-wan!

Steve: …doesn’t mean I can order you to taste care of stuff that I don’t want to do?

Mike *realising he’s played himself*:…no…

(Steve, through the party’s badgering/them leaving their shit lying around at his place, has a full, fairly high quality Jedi cosplay, which quickly becomes his low/no-effort costume for all his fancy dress needs.

He has dressed up as Slave!Leia at least once. He uses the excuse it was part of a pair costume with Robin who was going as Luke from RotJ (an outfit thrown together at the last minute after they realised she had kinda the same haircut as Mark Hamil), but it was 100% psychological warfare against at least Mike. Dustin spends the rest of the night encouraging him to cover up,. Both because he’s concerned that he’s cold and some of the looks Steve is getting is making him uncomfortable, Erica is deeply unimpressed (she’s managed to find a Zoot suit that fits and wanted him and Robin to join her to make up a band prohibition era Jazz musicians and/or bootleggers). Will, while knowing he wasn’t the intended target, nonetheless takes psychic damage and takes that personally.)

Dustin is so offended because HEY! Steve is HIS Obi Wan Mike! Get your own!!

Steve: Dustin. Mike asked first. But if you want you can be Artoo?

Dustin: WHAT?!

Steve: yeah like that you've got it! Let Mike have this win he's going through a hard time with his parents divorce

Dustin: everyone saw that was going to happen for at least fifteen years. This is bullshit.

I think it'd be funny if Steve consistently won the costume contest at the bar they chose to go to with various star wars outfits. Clone war era Obi Wan is a classic no brainer because he already has a cloak and the natural slutty swagger and exhaustion from being in charge of hellions not dying, but he's also done Hutt slayer Leia (though maybe he had an over costume of bounty hunter Leia? For a dramatic reveal and max psychic damage. Robin agrees to be post Carbonite freeze helpless Han [low effort]), xwing pilot luke, cloud city Lando, (shirtless) Darth maul (so much effort. So much body paint. Robin uses his Obi Wan outfit to be Quigon), and "got the shit beat out of him Obi Wan" (he fell in the dirt and got muddy so Incorporated it into the costume that year). Maybe one year he does prohibition era mobsters with scoops troop, because stobin being Erica's enforcers is so good.

Wait. Steve becoming a sort of well known through word of mouth star wars cosplayer would be so funny. Like he chooses costumes that are low effort for him because he already has the pieces or to cause the most groaning and whining from his friends, but he also cares about what he looks like so he makes sure it always looks good and cool, and maybe Dustin convinced him to use his Obi Wan outfit (or, if it's before TPM maybe xwing Luke?) to dress up with him at to the local con, and he gets quite a few compliments, so he starts recycling Halloween costumes to go in, and he thinks it's fun to stay in character a little. Which is how he gets into higher effort, lower recognizable characters. Maybe when he has kids he dresses up a c3p0 and the kids as Ewoks ;-; family cosplay.

Mike is kind of shocked about what he started lmao. Also miffed that more often than not Robin is part of the duo (and not him)

#steve Harrington #steve and mike #stranger things #findaanswers #anonasaurus

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daybreaklynx · 1 year

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something silly. meme-y. fruity four agreed to dress up for halloween as "ghost" . clearly, they didn't specify which one

[halloween is forever] [steve as mw2 ghost, eddie as the band ghost, nancy as ghost, robin as ghostface]

i actually don't know anything about the first two ghosts, but we'll roll with it. my tiktok fyp is just about ghost and everytime i have to guess which one they're talking about . i think this kind of misunderstanding is pretty funny

also this is obvious modern au, and idk maybe mike would play mw2 so that's why he told steve to dress up as simon lmao also because he knew nancy's costume and wanted to mess up w them. maybe

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #fanart #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ghost #ghostface #halloween #fruity four #stranger things meme

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jfleamont · 4 months

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purely off vibes I’m going for the Band AU

But I’d love to hear about Friends to lovers canon divergent AU as well

Hi Maya! Band AU? Say no more! Okay, this one's fun! I haven't written much so I can't really share a snippet at the moment, but I've outlined the plot so I'm gonna share that (or parts of it at least).

First year of uni, they have seen each other because they both perform at the local pub (Lily with Snape, James with Sirius, Remus and Peter) but they officially meet at a Halloween party and things don't go well: James is a bit of a music snob to her on purpose because she's friends with Snape and thinks she deserves it. She obviously gets annoyed and they don't speak to each other for the rest of the year.

It's second year, months after her big argument with Snape and James and Lily meet again but this time at a house party with karaoke. He sings, Lily watches for a bit but then retreats to the balcony. After the song he walks outside to smoke and meets Lily there. He asks where Snape is, she simply says they're not friends anymore; their conversation is somewhat civil, but still brief. Some time passes, and Lily and Remus are studying at the student union while James appears out of nowhere. She's a bit cold to him (not really, she's just focused on studying), then James asks Remus if he wants to go to the cinema and Lily can come too. It's an olive branch, and she'd take it, but tells them that she has a date. In the following weeks they meet at more open mic nights, and afterwards Lily starts hanging out with the Marauders more. By December, James and Lily are sort of friendly but the band is having trouble finding a new bassist since Peter suddenly left (he's from another uni and hates commuting) so she tells them she can fill in for him just this time, but by mid January she's played with them a few times already and they ask her to join the band; they start performing more seriously from then on, and write music together, then spend their summer playing gigs (very small ones, in dingy bars in remote towns all over England, Scotland and Wales).

There's a time jump (I still haven't decided whether their undergrad degree is 3 or 4 years) and now they're months away from graduation. James and Lily are just friends, but they secretly have feelings for each other: they're afraid of being rejected, and on top of that they don't want to jeopardise everything and risk making things awkward because the band means too much to both of them. The band has a decent following, they even record some songs in the studio and release them independently. They receive a couple of offers from labels and they end up signing shortly after graduation. Some of them get a summer job, but they also start working on their album; they start touring as supporting acts for other artists in the following year, get more radio play, perform at a few festivals... and then it's time to release their first album, and when one of their songs goes viral, things change pretty quickly.

If this seems like spoiling the entire plot... don't worry. This is just the first half (not even that, probably just the first of three acts) of the story, and I'm sure this will be a beast to write with all the research I'm going to have to do. I'm scared honestly!

Sorry for the late reply, I meant to post this yesterday but it turns out that you can't edit a post on the mobile app if you started writing in on your laptop :/

#jfleamont rambles #jily #asks #wip tag game #never sometimes all the time #NSATT

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allsassnoclass · 6 months

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Kid fic prompts

Had a request to gather some prompts about characters with kids! Most of these are single parent aus, but there are other iterations of characters with kids as well.

While I came up with some of these, many of these come from my AU notebook, which is years and years old and from before I properly sourced things. If they are from your prompt list, please let me know and I'll credit or remove them, which ever you prefer!

I'm the band teacher and you're the new choir teacher at this under-funded public school

We knew each other in high school and ran into each other at the grocery store and my teenage child saw the interaction and is now trying to set us up

I PUT THE KID I'M BABYSITTING DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS HOW ARE THEY GONE WHERE-- oh you found them and are now holding them and searching for their guardian

We're camp counselors at the summer camp that we both went to as little kids

We both work at Disney World and all of the little kids LOVE you

Alternatively, you work at Disney World and I did not mentally prepare myself for spending a full day at the park with my child and no adult backup and you're an employee who is saving my life at every turn

I don't like you and you don't like me but our best friends died in a car crash and left their 1-year-old child in our custody so now we've got to act civil and learn how to co-parent

You run my kid's daycare

I'm only at this park because my younger sibling wanted to come (not because I'm secretly a small child inside haha what are you talking about) why are YOU here?

We both babysit the same kid on different days and I have to listen to the kid gush about you the entire time I'm watching them and we're FINALLY meeting at the kid's birthday party

We are overly invested soccer parents

I'm the host of a children's TV show and you're the child supervisor on set

The kids we're escorting to trick or treating on Halloween just dropped their bags and got all of their candy mixed up

I accidentally scared a kid on Halloween and their adult is angry

Your kid keeps kicking the back of my seat on this airplane

Hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you're my kid's teacher

My parents died and left me, a barely legal adult, in charge of my kid sibling and the only person that I can be myself around is you, some guy I work with at my crappy minimum wage job

My baby insists on crying all night long and you came into the hallway of our apartment complex to see what's up and offer help

We're the only single parents in the play group and all of the other parents are definitely shipping us hardcore

My kid threw a fit at the ice cream/toy/whatever store and you were the only person nice enough to help without judging me

Our kids are best friends and oh look we're both single so I guess I'll ask you out for a drink

I'm on the bus and my 2-year-old won't stop crying except you just smiled at them and they did

I asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again

You asked me to the store with you and your child and now my distant relative we met thinks I'm married with a kid

We're friends and my child's first word was your name and I'm jealous and also kind of endeared

You've been sleeping at mine because you're house is being renovated and we aren't even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh "I'll go" I feel like we might as well be married

We've been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we're getting married

Our children are in the same class and we both hate the teacher, eventually the parent's evenings are just us competing at who can call out snarkier comments

We are the only two parents to agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: so I guess we share this hotel room...?)

I'm so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt--actually never mind, I agree, that shirt is horrendous

You crouched down to coo at my baby but I forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is play with people's hair and now they won't let go of you

I work as an elf at a mall Santa grotto and you keep bringing a seemingly endless supply of kids through to meet Santa

#prompts #kid fic prompts #single parent au #teacher au #i have written one of these and i have plans for a few more

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mako-neexu · 11 months

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If they let Kadoc in the summer event this year the Barbie meme is exactly how it would go down. Actually the Barbie meme, is basically also Goredolf and the rest of Chaldea.

Oh and not related to the Barbie meme, but an Au where Kadoc also survives the explosion in the beginning. The angst/hijink potential of that in a Kadoguda would be amazing. Kadoc self esteem getting worse because here is this nobody being the best master while he struggles. Ritsuka and her imposter syndrome because yes the servants love her but she feels like she stole Kadoc's place. Kadoc slowly falling for her but not saying anything when he notices her crush on Romani. Kadoc getting hunted down by every servant because they're jealous because one day they'll get unsummoned but he'll stay by her side. Kadoc nearly combusts with the Halloween/summer/Christmas events and by the lostbelts he still thinks he's the only sane man but Goredolf tells him he is very much not, because what you mean you tried to convince Liz to become a Rock idol instead.

how did you manage to include all my interests in one AU WHO ARE YOU WHO ARE YOU

BUT youre so CORRECT WTH please send papa goredolf to the spa to the relax XD XD but enma tei can still be a very chaotic place sakjfnskjdbkjdb

THAT AU!!! I WANT TO WRITE IT SOMEDAY!!!! ive been really thinking about an Au like that and i saw there is kirsch version with gudako in ao3. its interesting!

i think kadoc would be crippled for a few months...almost a year? but physical therapy with the medical team can help! and yes, i think in-singularity events would most likely be the same, ONLY!!!

ritsuka has kadoc's advices and tips.

at first, of course he doesnt like it, he feels useless already. he's bedridden for a few months, for some unknown reason his circuits wont work, his faily crest is still there though, his sirius light is there but it doesnt feel like its really there, so he feels hopeless with nothing but da vinci, dr roman, mash to visit him and treat him like glass... and the newbie who suddenly rose to the top all because she managed to avoid the explosion. what luck.

fujimaru calls him "senpai" as mash always did to the girl. as hes stingy, he refuses, constantly guilt trips this happy go lucky idiot, hes constantly envious of their position, he watches the records of the singularity, how clumsy and stupid she is, and why the hell does she keep befriending sentient weapons capable of annhilating half a country. hes pretty surprised fujimaru hasnt died yet in the first singularity...

but then-

he hears his favorite rock music blasting loudly in fujimaru's earphones while excitedly talking to nightingale, who was in charge of the infirmary.

"oi, shitty kouhai," he parts the curtain to catch the red-haired girl's attention. like lanterns in the night, her eyes brightened, "ah! senpai! what's up?"

ugh. he needs to hear that song again and see the last update his second favorite band made. after all, they released a song on the day of the explosion. just when he planned to privately see their livestream after the rayshift test was over. it was seriously unfortunate that he was out cold for almost a month.

soon enough, just as he asked to hear what fujimaru was listening to, she lit up at the prospect of him being a rock music fan. and yes, he begrudgingly admitted it but at least it got him her phone (which she gladly lent. jesus christ she really is an overly trusting idiot) which was nothing but hundreds of songs in different genres, which surprisingly had some of his favorites in it. and unable to help himself, he took a look at her gallery, and again, had nothign but pictures of her bonding with the servants, and mostly mash, da vinci and then...

huh, in all of the doctor's pictures, all of her shots are taken at really good angles.... he skips all that and huffs, opting to enjoy listening to the music as he studies and recovers in bed, half-hoping that the idiot would come back soon so he could merely ask her about the true names of the servants in her gallery and why she doesnt have any pictures of her family friends or siblings and relatives prior to her life her at chaldea

wait I HAVE TO STOP i will ramble about the idea at this point!!!!!!! thank you so much for kadoguda AU idea T-T its so good!!!!

and i love to give kadoc a stroke and maybe some tumor so he will witness a lot of Bullshit in many events that he will become incrasingly tired instead of building of immunity. his peaks of stress is visibly seen, as you said, in halloween, christmas, and summer, all of which he intends to lock himself in his room but gets dragged along with ritsuka becase he certainly is Not Weak when it comes to her

i think i wanna have kadoc also summon anastasia though! he deservves to see her again no matter the AU imo TvT

i think kadoc would be a tiny bit jealous with romaguda! especially if its requited! kadoc would maybe call gudako from afar while shes talking and laughing with romani, or maybe theres also a hint of reverse...? now i want to see jealous romani lmao

if that happens, i think maybe it would be in a scenario where kadoc and ritsuka are having their moment, and romani suddenly appears out of nowhere and says, "Would you mind if I talked to Ritsuka for a little while?"

MAYBE just MAYBE he emphasizes how he is on first name basis with her while kadoc refers to her on last name basis.... so ahHHHH my feels!!!! jealous romani is seriously good if you put him in a certain situation!!!

anyways, thank you for ask! i didnt expect it but it made me happy!! someday i will write kadoguda with romaguda in it!!!

#kadoguda #romaguda #ask #anon #its sudden to me but its really welcome!#fgo

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depressedhatakekakashi · 6 months

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A Scarecrow's Secret

Words: 1,779

Musician AU: Scarecrow

For my AU-Tober and @kakagaievents Kakagai Halloween event using the prompt 'Scarecrow'<3

The life of a musician was full of parties.

That was one of the first things Gai had learned when he went on the road with his band. No matter how many shows they were doing or how late those shows went, there would be a party afterward.

Today’s party just happened to fall on Halloween, making it a double event. A party to celebrate the band’s latest concert, and a Halloween party. Everyone was expected to show up in costume, and Gai was determined to make sure that everyone did.

“What are you going to be?” He draped an arm around Kakashi’s shoulders and grinned when the security guard leveled him with a rather unimpressed look. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think of a costume.”

“I have many costumes,” Kakashi insisted. “I just thought going as ‘your boyfriend’ was enough to terrify everyone in the room.”

Gai rolled his eyes. “How is that even the least bit terrifying?”

“You tell a room full of fan girls dreaming of getting into bed with you that you have a boyfriend, and the room will combust into tears.”

Opening his mouth, Gai frowned when he realized he had nothing to combat that with.

“But,” Kakashi continued without hesitation. “If you think that would be a little too traumatizing for your fans, I could show up as Genma.”

“And that’s terrifying because?”

“Have you looked at him? He’s so-” Slapping a hand over his boyfriend's mouth, Gai sighed. He knew exactly what Kakashi was about to say and it wasn’t something that he wanted to hear. Especially since Genma could walk in on them at any moment.

They weren’t exactly in a private hotel room, after all.

“Please tell me you have something else to dress up as.” Kakashi’s eyes darted down to the hand covering his mouth and with a semi-exhausted sigh Gai removed it. “And please, don’t say Ebisu.”

“I’m trying to terrify people, not traumatize them.”

“That’s…why are you so rude?”

“It’s not rude if I’m telling the truth,” Kakashi argued, laughing when Gai gave him a light smack across the shoulder. “Alright, sorry. A costume. Well… what are you being?”

Upon hearing the question a smile broke out across Gai’s face. “I was going to go as my favorite musician, the white fang,” he declared proudly. “Not particularly terrifying, but I thought it would be cool,” He’d expected Kakashi to agree with his fantastic choice of costumes, but instead was greeted with a pained cringe. “What?”

“Nothing,” Kakashi cleared his throat, but Gai didn’t believe him for a second. “Just an…interesting choice.”

“He’s one of the most amazing singers!” throwing himself back on the couch, Gai chuckled when Kakashi looked down at him with a rather unimpressed look. “Name one better singer. I dare you.”

“You.”

“I…” heat rushed into Gai’s cheeks so fast that he felt his head starting to spin. “what!?”

“There’s also that singer, what’s her name,” snapping his fingers and squinting his eyes, Kakashi frowned. then, as if a bolt of lightning had suddenly struck him, his eyes widened.“Oh! The Silent Storm! Minamoto Yua!”

“She’s his wife,” Gai informed his boyfriend with a proud smile. “They got married long before either of us were born. I think they even had a kid,” thinking about it, he couldn’t help but laugh. “A kid with two of the best singers in the entire world. I wonder what their voice sounds like.”

“Must be something,” he could swear he heard Kakashi snort, but when he looked at his boyfriend again he was just standing there staring at him with those tender black eyes that he loved losing himself in whenever he could. “Anyways,” waving his hand, he dismissed the conversation as if it had no value. “You’re going to be the white fang, so how about I dress up as a scarecrow?”

“A scarecrow?” tilting his head, Gai frowned. “What does a scarecrow have to do with the white fang?”

“Well, his name is Hatake Sakumo,” Kakashi explained. “Hatake means field, Sakumo means crop. So if I dress up as a scarecrow it’ll be a whole theme,” Gai stared at his boyfriend as if he’d just grown a second head. “what?”

“Kakashi…” Taking a deep breath, he released it through his mouth. “How do you know the meaning of the white fangs' names?”

For the first time since they’d met, Gai saw an expression on his boyfriend's face that he never thought was physically possible for him to show.

Shame.

“I did my research?”

“Kakashi…”

“I…may know him,” his boyfriend explained while refusing to make eye contact with him. “On a personal level.”

Suddenly a lot of things began to make sense. Kakashi’s aversion to any conversation around the White Fang, his similar silver hairstyle and sharp black eyes, and even the way he sometimes looked like the spitting image of the White Fang.

Slapping both hands over his face, Gai groaned. “How can I be so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid,” spreading his fingers, he glared at his boyfriend from the small spaces he’d created between them. “You’re not! In fact, you’re the first one to realize.”

“Really?”

“Well, second,” Kakashi admitted with a slight cringe. “Technically Yamato figured it out first, but he actually got to see us in the same room together so it was a lot easier for him.”

Dragging his hands down over his face, he allowed everything to sink in. Not only was he dating the most handsome security guard he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, but he was dating the son of the White Fang. The one musician he’d looked up to since childhood, and the person he wanted to be just like. When he’d first begun his musical career he’d sung the White Fangs songs in dingy pubs and bars.

He’d always wanted to be just like his hero, and somehow in his attempts to emulate the man he looked up to he’d ended up falling in love with his son.

“I really am hopeless,” he sighed, recalling all of the times Genma and Ebisu had teased him about his hero worship. “I’ve known you for, what, two years now?”

“Three,” Kakashi corrected him, earning himself the best ‘unimpressed glare’ that Gai could muster up at the moment. “Right, sorry. Continue.”

“I should have noticed. I mean, how could I not notice? You’re the spitting image of him! And your personality,” well that wasn’t actually anything like the White fangs. The white fang was cheerful and open. Kakashi was more closed off and aloof. The one personality trait they did share was that they both seemed to be incredibly dorky, but while the White Fang was unafraid of showing his dorky side to the public, Kakashi reserved him for private moments.

Only special people, such as Yamato and Gai, were allowed to see Kakashi in his dorkiest moments.

“This is a lot to take in,” he whispered while mulling over this newfound information.

All sorts of different thoughts began swirling around in his head. Surprise, fascination, and panic.

A deep, gut-wrenching panic that quickly overwhelmed all of the other emotions.

Had he fallen for Kakashi because of how similar he was to his father?

Was his love for Kakashi a result of his hero worship spilling over into his interactions with his boyfriend?

Did Kakashi think any of this was true?

“Kakashi, I-“

“You’re bad with faces,” Kakashi answered before he could even begin to form some sort of apology for his mistakes. In response, Gai simply sat there staring at him as though he’d just dropped a giant bomb of information on him. “It took you three months to remember who Yamato was, and that was after seeing him constantly for two weeks during the start of your last tour.”

“I-“

“And let’s not forget Kisame. The bass guitarist of the new band ‘The Akatsuki’. Every time he sees you he’s ready for a face-off on the stage, but to this day you can’t remember who he is.”

“Kisame…” searching his memory banks, Gai frowned when he couldn’t find a face to match the name. “You said he was a bass guitarist?”

“He literally paints his skin blue and has a make-up artist give him shark gills whenever he goes out in public,” Kakashi sighed. “Anyways, my point is that you’re bad with faces. Beating yourself up for not recognizing my father’s features in me is ridiculous. You’re more likely to remember him by his jacket than you are to recall what his face looks like.”

“So…”

Flopping down on the couch beside him, Kakashi wrapped an arm around Gai’s shoulder and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

The type of hug that was more likely to come from Gai, and which anyone who looked at Kakashi in his oversized uniform would assume he wasn’t capable of giving.

Gai’s bones would disagree with those assessments.

“So, stop beating yourself up over it,” Kakashi insisted. “And start thinking about another costume, because I can tell you right now if you go with your chosen look you will be sleeping alone on Halloween.”

Resting his head against Kakashi’s shoulder, he huffed. “But I've already put in so much work. I even got all of the patches for my leather jacket.”

“Mmmhmm, alright. Let me ask you a question then. What would you think if I showed up to the party looking like your old man?”

The image hit Gai like a ton of bricks.

There was nothing wrong with how his papa looked. He had the signature bowl cut that Gai had inherited from him, great taste in clothing, and a big bushy mustache that anyone would be jealous of.

As a father, he was the perfect specimen, but the idea of kissing someone who looked just like him made Gai’s skin crawl.

“Alright, I get it,” he sighed, silently wondering if there were any last-minute costumes he could pick up that would even come close to being as good as the one he’d spent the last two months working on.

“Thank you,” leaning in, Kakashi kissed his forehead. “So it’s decided. I’ll be a scarecrow and you’ll find a new costume.”

“Something good,” Gai muttered under his breath. “Something-“ a smile stretched across his face when an idea came to mind.

“Gai…” Meeting his boyfriend's gaze, he snickered when he saw Kakashi eyeing him with a cautious look. “I’m going to regret asking you to change costumes, aren't I?”

Lifting his right hand, he pinched his thumb and forefinger together so that there was only a sliver of space left between them. “A bit, maybe.”

#AU-Tober #AU-Tober 2023 #Kakagai #Kakagai Halloween #Musician AU

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 7 months

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Halloween Headcanons 2023: Mutant!Maneskin Au: Thomas Raggi as Nightcrawler

A/N: This is heavly inspired by the X-men saga with some of my original twists, so it will both be very similar but also different from the Marvel version. Click here to check out the other mooboards: Victoria, Damiano, Ethan.

-Thomas is raised by his aunt Manila in Rome. His parents abandoned him at birth after discovering he was a mutant due his blue spots, which will make his life among humans very difficult.

- One day the ringmaster of the circus where Manila worked decided to hurt her in her tent, while Thomas was hidden under the bed. He decides to come out and takes his aunt’s hand. For a split second he thinks about the woods not far from the circus and by magic they both end up there.

-He seems quite stunned but not too hurt, while his aunt warns him to use his power only if necessary. They change cities and find a new circus to work at.

- His powers are: Ability to teleport himself and within limits a certain amount of additional mass which is in contact with him. (Teleportation), however he typically teleports only to places he has been to before or knows, to avoid any injury caused by an unknown solid object. His teleportation is accompanied by a *BAMF* sound and a cloud of smoke.

- Thomas wants to work at the circus with his aunt, to help her with the money, but she accepts only on the condition that he continues his education.

- He gets bullied because everyone thinks he is a freak or a monster. He tells everybody his blue spots are a rare skin condition but some people still suspect he might be a mutant. Over the years, he learns to conceal his spots but not always successfully.

- Thomas has tremendous natural agility which makes him an acrobat. The circus audiences don't suspect he is a mutant and just assume that his blue skin is makeup.

- During his teenage years, a big crowd of protesters storm into the circus and interrupt the evening show. Their leader, a man called Matteo, accuses all of them of being filthy mutants and to hide between them to slowly kill all the humans.

- The confrontation turns into a brawl and the protestors set the circus on fire. Thomas tries to save Manila but the police are too close.

- “ You have to go, piccolo. But we will see each other again, I promise you.”

- Thomas starts to live on the streets, scouting for several jobs and hopping from shelter to churches. He manages to find good people but also lots of bad ones, especially once his blue spots or his history comes to surface.

- Even under lots of stress, his power still seems to fully be under his control, however Thomas discovers that the longer is the distance over which he teleports himself, the harder and more exhausting it is for him to make the teleportation "jump".

- While sleeping in a church, he gets approached by Ethan who promises him a safe place in a school for mutants. He is hesitant at first but Ethan’s gentle manners and the fact he didn’t attack him make Thomas accept his offer.

- During his first meeting with the principal, he tells him his story and asks for news about his aunt, without any results.

-” By the way, you don’t have to hide your skin here. I can assure you, you’re not the first blue mutant your classmates have seen.”

- Damiano proves to be just like Ethan described him but he is also incredibly protective and supportive of him, while teasing him all the time. Thomas confesses to him that he always wanted to play guitar but has never been consistent due lack of money and a house.

- A week later both Ethan and Damiano show up with a wrapped guitar for Thomas.

- “ Well we need a guitarist for our band, Puffo!” “Dam, c’mon don’t call him that.” “ Nah, he knows I’m kidding, Popsicle.”

- Thomas seems to be the main attraction of the younger students, he is used to having all eyes on him since his circus days but the kids are nothing but respectful towards him.

- He works on building his endurance to be able to teleport further without draining himself too much, in the hopes of finally finding his aunt again one day.

- During the holidays, he and Ethan receive a text from Damiano to meet him at an unknown address. After a while they get there, Damiano arrives with a confused Victoria and a key for the garage behind them.

- “ Hello raga, you already know Vic but you don’t know that she’ll be our bassist. Let’s practice, I’ve set up all the instruments here.”

#thomas raggi #maneskin #rock band #moodboard #halloween #halloween challenge #mutant!au #x-men!au #nightcrawler #my moodboards

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sammysvanfeet · 2 years

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Secret Soulmate || Part Four

Jake x Reader - Soulmate AU

Word Count: about 6k! it's a long one

WARNINGS: swearing, vulgar language, slight objectification, alcohol use and intoxication, smut (penetration), unprotected sex, mentions of drugs and strippers, implied infidelity, vomiting, mentions of pregnancy, illness, death.

A/N: This one switches between the reader's (first person) perspective and third person perspective because I felt like that is what I needed to do to further the story. Also, unlike other chapters, there is no mention of what is going on in the present.

*Flashback - Late 1970s, Austin TX, USA* Third Person Perspective.

A cacophony of applause and screams reverberated throughout the packed venue. This was one of the biggest places that Greta Van Fleet had played in their still developing career, they were truly up and coming now. Labels were starting to pay attention to them, newspapers had begun to spin sordid stories on the alleged antics they got up to backstage, but beyond that they were truly starting to get recognition for their unique sound and poetic lyricism. They had a steady fanbase of die hard fans, ‘The Peaceful Army’ as they affectionately called themself. But with the increasing fame came the newer fans, this juvenile following made up mostly of women that wanted to fuck them and men that wanted to be them.

“You were a great crowd tonight Austin! Thank you for having us, until next time!” Josh bellowed into the mic, barely audible above the roaring of the screaming attendees, “Be safe and have a Happy Halloween! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” The frontman winked, eating up the wolf whistles and attention.

Josh holstered his mic in the stand and strutted off stage followed closely by the rest of the band. Once backstage, he immediately shed the sweaty suede vest that had adhered to his bare torso like a second skin, hissing as the two separated. He remained clad in sinfully low rise jeans, his happy trail peeking out and leaving little to the imagination. Sam, their little brother and bassist, headed to the cooler in the center of the room and began cracking open four beers, beginning to hand them out to the other band members.

Jake joined the group last, carefully storing his trusty guitar in its case. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, as he so often wore it, exposing the soft tanned skin of his chest and stomach. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down his face, his neck and the valley of his chest. He often ended his shows this way, sweat drenched and exhausted. Being that he was an extremely talented musician, he always gave his all on stage. Jake wiped his brow with the back of his hand before reaching out to accept the ice cold beer that Sam was holding out and taking a long pull of the drink, “See that girl in the front row? She was giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes all night.”

“Who, the angel?” Josh quirked an eyebrow, always competing with his brothers, “I saw her first.”

“Nah man, not her… She’s all yours. I’m talking about the black cat. There was something about her, she was just captivating.” Jake hummed in between gulps of beer.

“You say that about all the barricade bunnies. Remember the redhead from last week? I could hear the two of you going at it all night through the wall of the hotel room. How many rounds was that? Four?” Sam rolled his eyes playfully, yet his cheeks flushed at the memory, he’d never admit it but he’d gotten off to the sound of that girl's screams and moans the next day.

“Five actually.” Jake smirked, giving Sam a knowing look, “But this one feels different.”

“Think she’s your soulmate?” Josh teased, elbowing him in the ribs.

Jake shoved him in retaliation, “Fuck that. I can’t be tied down. You know I’m all about free love, baby.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Josh clinked his drink with Jake’s, “To free love!”

“Free love!” Danny and Sam chorused.

The adrenaline of the show began to die down as they bickered and joked with one another in the cramped dressing room, waiting for all the fans to slowly trickle out and start bar hopping. It was Halloween night after all. More than a few drinks had been consumed by all of the band members at this point, but you wouldn’t have known it. These men lived on beer and tequila and it took more than a couple of drinks to actually take any effect on them.

“Come on, we can just put on some cheap masks and no one will recognize us.” Sam pleaded, probably desperate to get his dick wet.

“At least he’s not asking to go trick or treating like last year.” Danny joked.

“Shut up,” Sam threw an empty beer can at the wall behind Danny’s head, before directing his attention to the brooding guitarist posted up against the wall, “Bet your cat girl is out there drinking tonight, some other guy is probably sweet talking her right this second and her panties are getting wet for him instead of you.”

Jake’s eyes darkened at the thought of the mystery feline, he didn’t want to admit it to his brothers but something did in fact feel different about her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her all night. Usually he loved the throngs of adoring women, the bras thrown on stage and tits being flashed at him. But tonight, all he wanted was for her gaze to be on him and only him. He wanted to see her smile, he wanted her approval. It was intoxicating and he didn’t know why.

Finally Josh relented, slapping his knee and heading towards the emergency exit, always used to making decisions for the rest of the group, “Fuck it, I’m in. Let’s go find Jake’s pussy.”

“Sammy boy, I think you should slow down.” Danny pushed the glass of water towards his friend, always watching out for the rest of the band and being the voice of reason.

“No way man, it’s not even 1AM, I can go all night.” He slurred, lifting up the shiny red devil mask he was donning to allow him to take another shot of liquor.

Sam was feeling particularly uncooperative so Danny had to pull out the big guns, “Keep drinking and you won’t be able to get your dick up tonight. That sexy nurse sitting in the corner has been checking you out all night, bet you could buy her a drink and let yourself sober up a bit. She’d probably let you fuck her in the alleyway.”

Sam almost choked around the clear liquid, “You for real, man?” He did little to hide the fact that he was now checking out this blonde in the nurse costume, trailing his eyes from the push up bra emphasizing her tits down to the short hem of her white dress. He smirked when he met her gaze again, watching how she batted her eyelashes and smiled at him seductively.

“Go get her, you fuckin’ dog.” Danny encouraged, slapping his friend on the back. “Think I’ll go wingman Josh over there, his angel is looking a little bored.”

Sam left the booth abruptly and made his way over to his conquest, knocking the table with his hip and spilling several drinks in his wake. He threw an apologetic smile over his shoulder but did little to help clean the mess, instead beelining for the awaiting woman. Danny reached for some cheap napkins in the center of the bar table, sopping up the beer and half finished shots, always cleaning up the messes of others.

A heaving sigh caused him to turn and look to his left, momentarily forgetting the seat was occupied, “Fuck, Jake. Almost forgot you were here.” He chuckled to himself.

“I think I’m gonna call it, man. This is the fifth bar we’ve been to and she’s not here.” Jake didn’t have to elaborate, it was obvious he was still fixated on the black cat from the show. He wouldn’t have admitted this to anyone else but Danny, their relationship was different from the other boys, they had a mutual understanding and respect. Danny was one of the only people in the world that Jake could be vulnerable with.

“So you think she’s the one? Your mate?” Danny kept his voice low, almost talking to Jake as if he were a wild animal, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and have Jake close himself off again as he was so prone to doing.

“Does it matter if I never find her again?” Jake mused, staring at the amber liquid in his glass and swirling it around absentmindedly.

“I wouldn’t end the night just yet.” Danny said in a sing-song voice, causing Jake’s head to snap up towards the door.

A small group of people piled in, but he could see the black pointed ears nestled atop her head, the reflection of the black catsuit that clinged to her body so beautifully that he was almost jealous of the garment. At that moment, she turned to look at him, smiling knowingly. All the air rushed from his lungs and a warm fuzzy feeling filled his body, time felt like it had slowed down as he watched her walk further into the smoke filled bar, approaching the table.

“She probably recognizes us.” Jake gulped, answering a question that no one had asked.

“We’re wearing masks.” Danny responded, gesturing to his skeleton mask and Jake’s werewolf disguise. “Go to her, Jake.”

Jake looked at Danny for approval, before he was met with an encouraging squeeze of his shoulder. He nervously approached the woman, both of them meeting in the middle of the room, encompassed by writhing bodies dancing to the sultry music blasting from the bar’s speakers.

Jake cleared his throat before speaking, “Do you want to dance?”

First Person - Reader’s Perspective

He was standing here before me. He was real. I reached out to finger the sides of his cheap furry mask, snickering at his choice. “What’s so funny? You don’t want to dance?” He asked me, almost sounding nervous.

“Mmm I don’t really dance. It’s just your choice of costume… Is the big bad wolf coming to eat up the little black cat?” I asked huskily, hungry for this man whom I had watched throw ‘O’ faces and grind up against his guitar all night.

Since I had first heard their song ‘Highway Tune’ on the local rock radio station, I had felt this inexplicable pull to the band, felt this connection that I couldn’t explain. The feeling only amplified from when I had first heard his intricate guitar riffs to the first time I saw his face in a magazine. The moment I had laid eyes on him, my heart felt like it would burst. I cut out the article clippings and taped up the posters in my room like I was a teenage girl, admiring this beautiful man and praying I wasn’t crazy for thinking he was meant to be mine. I had to see him in person to confirm what I knew deep inside. Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet was my soulmate.

“That’s awfully bold of you.” Jake responded.

“What?” I muttered, confused.

“You said I was going to eat you up.” He smirked, obviously knowing the effect he had on me. But I knew the effect I had on him too. I didn’t miss his glances and soft smiles he had provided just for me throughout the show. He felt it too.

“Well we don’t have much time to get to know each other now, do we? You’re leaving town tomorrow, heading out to the next city on tour. And I’m staying here. We can spend the rest of the night dancing and trying to hear each other over all the noise in this god damn bar, or you can come home with me right now and we can get to know each other in a different way.” Bold. Yes, I was certainly feeling bold right now.

“Well, fuck me.” Jake breathed out, shocked by my forwardness.

“That’s the plan.” I winked, “Go let the rest of the boys know you will meet up with them tomorrow and meet me outside. You have two minutes or I’m leaving without you.”

I spun on my heel without a second glance back, already anticipating Jake had scrambled off towards the booth where the drummer was seated, no doubt asking him to relay the information to his two brothers. I pushed the heavy door open and shivered as I immediately felt the kiss of the brisk October air. Texas was usually hot, but the evenings brought a chill to it this time of year.

“Here.” Jake’s voice startled me as he placed his leather jacket over my shoulders. I nestled deeper into it, throwing him a thankful smile. “So, where’s your place?” He questioned as he removed his mask, tossing it into the nearest garbage can.

“About a block from here. Why? Impatient?” I teased.

“I just want to be alone with you.” Jake responded, his words without innuendo, suggesting he was being completely honest. “I don’t want to waste this night.”

I grasped his hand in mine, leading him through the intoxicated bar hoppers lining the sidewalk of Downtown Austin, “It’s just a little apartment up here, right above a laundromat so it always smells like fresh laundry.”

We approached the brick building, I took the lead as I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the main door. Jake entered behind me and immediately his lips were on mine, he pushed me up against the door and kissed me hungrily yet sensually. I pulled away briefly, “My apartment is on the second floor.” I gestured with my eyes to the elderly woman peeking out of her door nosily, shaking her head in judgment.

We both giggled as we took the staircase two steps at a time, neither of us wanting to waste the limited time we had together. Once we were inside my apartment, it was my turn to press my wanting lips against his. He removed my cat ears, throwing them haphazardly off to the side as we shed each other's clothing. I walked backwards, the layout of my small apartment memorized as I led him into my bedroom.

My knees hit the bed and I was on my back, bouncing off of the plush mattress. Jake stood before me now, fully naked and completely erect. I salivated as I drank in the entirety of him. His face looked as if it were sculpted by the gods themself, his body was perfection… but that cock. It was perfectly sized and so pretty and pink. It looked as soft as velvet and I found myself wanting to feel it for myself. I wanted to feel it with my fingers, my mouth, my pussy.

“I need it.” I whined, referencing his cock or just his touch was anyone’s guess. I needed something.

Jake placed each knee besides me on the bed, straddling me before threading his hand into my hair and pulling my head towards him. His lips immediately found mine and his tongue begged for entrance into my mouth. This kiss was more heated, more needy. There was the same passion behind it but now there was desperation. We weren’t focused on the rhythm and dance of our dueling tongues, this kiss was full of clacking teeth and drool… it was messy, it was feral.

His hands roamed my body, caressing and grabbing, pinching and kneading. No inch of skin was left untouched by him. If I had time to think, I would have found it quite melancholy… Was he memorizing my body because he would not have the chance to again? The thought had dissipated by the time his mouth was on my tits, sucking and nibbling on my pebbled nipple, one hand working the other so it wasn’t left out.

“Yes Jake, just like that.” I moaned out, causing him to growl against me, sucking harder.

I cradled his head, peering down and locking eyes with him as he suckled against me. He pulled off of my nipple with a pop, nuzzling his nose between my cleavage, “What do you need, pretty girl?” He crooned.

“Need that cock. Need it inside me.” I pushed him up and off of me and rolled onto my front before positioning myself on my hands and knees, wiggling my ass in front of him enticingly.

“Fuck, baby. You are perfection.” He rasped, slapping the meat of my ass with his right hand and fisting his weeping length with the other.

“Need you now. Please?” I begged pathetically.

“Shhh, I’m gonna give it to you.” Jake soothed as I felt his tip run up and down the length of my slit, collecting the slick that had coated my cunt and was now dripping down my thighs. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about my obvious arousal because before I could process my insecurities, he was pushing into me. He was thick, his size was not what I was used to and I panted and whined as pushed inside of me inch by delicious inch.

“God, Jake.” I moaned, “So big. Feel so full.”

“Fits inside of you so well. So perfect. You were fucking made for me.” He grunted possessively.

We stayed like that for a moment, me feeling inexplicably full and him feeling me squeeze him like a vice. Savoring the moment, the closeness of it all, the overwhelming emotion and connection that came with this kind of intimacy. Despite the fact that we had yet to hold a full conversation, with him here inside my bed and my cunt I had never felt closer to anyone.

I held my breath in anticipation as he slowly removed himself from my needy hole, before immediately reentering and thrusting back in. The sound that escaped my throat was wanton and whore-like but I didn’t care. He took my noises as encouragement and began to pump his hips faster, balls slapping against my skin as he fucked me fervently.

“I feel it, Jake.” I managed to mutter.

He snaked a hand underneath me and placed a palm over my belly, “Feel me right there?”

I moved his palm up to my chest, clasping his hand close as it settled on my left side, “Feel you right here.”

Jake didn’t say anything, so I glanced over my shoulder to look deep into his eyes. He simply nodded but his face conveyed all the emotion he felt, everything he couldn’t find the words to say. He pulled out and roughly maneuvered my body until I was on my back again. He reentered me and we kissed and sighed into each other's mouths, whispered praises and ‘yes right there’ in between our moans. The room felt hot and sticky and smelled unmistakably of sex but I never wanted this to end. Somewhere in between this dance, his hand had found its way between our conjoined bodies and had begun to rub tight little circles on my throbbing clit.

“Can’t hold it.” He whined, such a beautiful sound. “Need you to cum baby, I’m so close.”

“I’m right there, Jake. Fuck. Please. Cum with me.” I commanded, not understanding the repercussions of my words. All I could think about was his skilled guitar fingers and the way he was pounding me. I was so close to that sweet release, I was chasing my own high as well as his as I bucked my hips to meet him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned, his hips stuttering against mine.

“Jake, fuck–” I whined as my body started to shudder, my orgasm taking me by surprise. Our bodies writhed and moved in tandem as we rode out that earth shattering high. I clawed his back and he bit the junction of my neck as we tried so desperately to cling to one another through the blissful feeling.

Slowly my grip on him softened and his rough bites turned to soft pecks. My limbs relaxed and I retracted my arms, he slowly pulled his softening length out and gently laid down beside me, pulling me close to his body.

“That was…” He trailed off, fucked out brain not able to form a word that would adequately describe what we had just experienced.

“Mhm.” I agreed, eyes now heavy with sleep. “Will you stay?”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He promised he would call. Every day at 5pm my landline would ring and I would rush to answer it. This time worked for us because I was home from work and he was in his most productive hours, he’d slept off his hangover and he was still hours from having to go on stage. We spent the next three weeks talking for hours every evening when he called. I’d make a sad little dinner, light a candle and pretend he was really with me.

I looked at the ticking clock on my wall. It was now past 10pm. I sat on the couch with tears streaking down my face. I should be in bed by now, I had to get up early for work. I had to face the facts, he wasn’t going to be calling tonight. He was in New York City playing his second night of sold-out shows, he wouldn’t be near a phone for hours.

I sniffled, wiping a tear with the back of my hand as I flicked through the TV channels. There wasn’t much on this time of night but I settled on a late night news show, just in time for the entertainment highlights.

“For tonight’s top story… Rockstar Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet was seen snorting an unknown substance off of the chest of an exotic dancer at one of New York City’s most well known strip clubs. Onlookers said he paid multiple girls to perform private dances and was seen to be engaging in extremely lewd behavior with several of the women. Channel Five news can confirm he was seen leaving the club with at least one of the women, shown here in this exclusive picture we have obtained.”

All the breath was stolen from my lungs as the image appeared on the screen. Jake looked extremely worse for wear, pupils blown out and hair unkempt. He had sported stubble on his face, that was new for him. His clothes were dirty and worn but the busty brunette dressed in high quality lingerie was all over him. Her expression made her look like a cat that had got the cream and after five seconds too long of looking at the image that had utterly shattered my heart, I leaned forward and vomited all over my shag carpet.

Once I was done retching, I collapsed in upon myself. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep, but before I could do that I reached into my pocket and pulled out the reason for my nausea. It wasn’t Jake’s infidelity, it was the white stick I was holding with those damned two pink lines.

Third Person Perspective

“She’s here… I can feel it.”

“What are you talking about, man? There’s like 20,000 people out there. I feel it too, it’s fuckin’ electric.” Josh exclaimed as he adjusted his flashy velvet jumpsuit, looking beyond his reflection in the mirror to meet Jake’s eyes.

Jake winced and brought his hands to his now aching temples, rubbing rhythmic circles to ease the tension, “No it’s her, it’s Y/N.”

Josh arched a brow skeptically, running his hands over the shimmering golden fabric that accentuated his waist, “I say this with love, as your brother… It's been years, over a decade, even! If she wanted to be found she would have been by now. I doubt that of all the places in the world she could be, that she’s here in Austin watching you play.”

“He said the same thing last couple years when we came through Austin on tour.” Sam nudged Danny conspiratorially.

“I can fucking hear you.” Jake growled, kicking a chair in front of him out of pure frustration.

Josh spun on his heel, his attention now taken away from his preening and his focus on grounding his twin brother. “Jake, we have a packed arena out there screaming our name. I need you to take a deep breath, get on stage and play that god damn guitar. It’s either that or we leave right now, throw all this shit away and blow through what money we have saved until we end up like every other washed out fuckin’ rockstar.”

“That’s it, I’m done. I quit.” Jake threw his hands up in defeat.

Sam jumped out of his seat in a panic, “Wh-what? Jake, you can’t do that. You can’t just walk out right now. What about all of this?” He gestured with his hands wildly, referencing nothing in particular, but meaning absolutely everything.

“Find someone to replace me, or don't. I don’t care. I’m done with this lifestyle. I stayed in this band long enough even though it ruined the chance of me ever being with my soulmate.” Jake’s voice was raised now, he was becoming hysterical.

“Jake, please think about this.” Danny said calmly, hoping his soft voice and rational words would have an effect on his best friend.

“Daniel, I can promise you I’ve thought long and hard about it. I’ll play this last show if that’s what you all want. But once I walk off of that stage… I’m out.”

The band members exchanged shocked glances, the air felt thick with tension and they all waited to speak with bated breaths. Finally it was Josh who broke the silence, “I’ll respect your wishes, brother. But for the record, I think you’re making a big mistake.”

A knock on the door unknowingly interrupted what would become a significant moment for the band. An assistant ushered the boys on stage, in the chaos of it all no one seemed to notice at first how solemn the men were as they walked up to their instruments; not waving to their fans or greeting the crowd as they usually would. The lights illuminated the stage and they played their songs to the best of their ability, they fulfilled their duty, but the somberness between them was now palpable, it was obvious. The concert was devoid of their usual showmanship and antics, instead the members exchanged pointed looks, and maybe even shed a tear or two at what would become the last show Greta Van Fleet ever played.

Jake set his guitar down and walked up to where his older brother stood panting, catching his breath as he had just finished belting out the final song on their set list. They looked at each other and hugged, causing fans to whoop and cheer at the show of brotherly love, but as Jake grabbed Josh’s mic and turned to the crowd, an eerie silence fell upon the arena.

Jake cleared his throat nervously, “You were a great crowd tonight, Austin. As you always are. But unfortunately this will be our last show as a band.” Murmurs and gasps now spread throughout the rows of people, whispers traveling from the barricade right to the nosebleeds at the very back of the packed arena. “Being in this band has been an experience I will never forget. This was my dream and these three men, my brothers, were with me every step of the way. But this lifestyle also caused me to lose the thing I should have treasured the most. It wasn’t fame or money or women, it was my soulmate. Y/N, if you are here tonight, I’ll be waiting at the same place we first talked. I won’t have a mask, it will just be me as I am, baring myself to you.”

Josh looked nervously at Sam and Danny before moving to take the mic from Jake’s hand, “Thank you for that heartfelt speech, brother. Unfortunately his words are true. We have made the decision to disband, much to the rest of our chagrin. We will continue to support Jake’s decision and we hope that you, the fans, can understand and grant us grace and love as we navigate this next chapter. Thank you for your years of support. Until we meet again.”

With those parting words, the boys abruptly left the stage, immediately being accosted by panicked managers and members of their label begging them to reconsider. Boos and wails followed closely behind and echoed backstage as they all tried to process what had just happened. Jake dodged and weaved around the various suits, locating an emergency exit and hauling himself through the heavy door into the parking lot. He got his bearings momentarily before he took off in the direction of that very same bar he’d approached Y/N at many years ago. The nerves started to kick in, what if she didn’t show? What if she didn’t recognize him? The years had aged him of course, but the rock ‘n roll lifestyle hadn’t been too kind. His hair was longer and messier, he sported a slight beard and had dark circles under his eyes. He was still handsome, in a way that only Jake could pull off but now he felt unsure of himself. He was used to being admired and adored but that meant little to him now, he only cared about her and how she felt about him.

He paced back and forth in front of the now run down building, shocked to find that the bar no longer existed. The signage was still there, just barely. It was faded and rotten and it felt like Jake’s heart did now. Whatever hope he had garnered was slowly sifting away with every passing moment he spent pacing alone.

“Jake?” A voice called, but it wasn’t the one he was expecting. He turned slowly to find a girl standing before him. She was barely a teenager, far too young to be out alone in a place like this.

“Kid, you shouldn’t be here. Why don’t you get home, your folks are probably worried about you?” He waved his hand dismissively, not in the mood to provide an autograph to some starstruck child.

“You had a werewolf mask.” The girl spoke, causing Jake’s head to snap back towards her.

“What did you just say?” He now approached her slowly, cautiously.

“She was dressed as a black cat. It was Halloween 1978 and she had just seen you play. She said she had felt the connection before you two even met.” The girl continued, “She went to every bar on this street to look for you, she had to know it was real, that you were her soulmate.”

“How do you know all of this? Where is she? Where is Y/N?” Jake tugged at the roots of his hair frantically.

“You see, it was that night that I was conceived, she said. The night you first met, your love was so powerful that I was the only natural result.” The girl started to sniffle, “She told me all about you, she took me to your shows every time you came to Austin. But she said we couldn’t let you know we were there, that a rockstar with your lifestyle couldn’t make a good husband and father.”

Jake began to sob, falling to his knees in front of the girl that he had now realized looked so much like her mother. The same sparkling eyes, the same colored hair. But that nose was unmistakable, it was him. “Where is she? Where is she?” He wailed.

The girl's voice grew thick, her emotion mirroring Jake’s, “You broke her heart.”

“I know, I know. Damn it! I’ve wanted to make it up to her since she left, if I could have just explained. None of it was true!” His fists pounded the concrete, his stomach lurched and he felt physically ill as a result of this interaction. “Please, I just want to see her. Where is she now?”

“She’s dying. She doesn’t have much longer left, but this was the only way I could get to you. She doesn’t know I’m here but I need to give her this before she leaves. You need to give her closure.”

“Take me to her. Take me to your mother.”

First Person - Reader’s Perspective

I’d spent the evening drifting in and out of sleep, willing myself to stay up to make sure my daughter got home safely from her late night study session. I heard the key enter the lock and click before the front door creaked open.

“Honey? Is that you?” My voice was hoarse as I called out to my daughter, listening for the closing of the door to make sure she was safely inside.

“Yes, mom. I’ll be right there.” She called back, voice wavering slightly as it so often did when she spoke to me lately. It was hard for her to see me like this, practically deteriorating before her eyes. She was too young to experience this, to be her mother’s caretaker.

Heavy footsteps drifted down the hall and approached my bedroom at the back of our small house, “Honey, are you alone?” I asked softly, knowing I had little energy to overpower a hypothetical intruder.

“Y/N?” A man’s voice called. His voice.

Oh yes, I feel it now, though I am weak that connection is still there, “Jake?” I questioned in disbelief and frustration. Of all the people in the world, it is him who should not remember me this way.

He pushed the door open slowly, his expression giving away his pity as he took in the sight of me, “It’s you.” His voice broke as he scrambled to the side of my bed, clutching my delicate hands in his. “I’ve been looking, I never stopped looking. I swear to you, none of it was true! And had I’d known you were pregnant, I would have quit the band sooner, I would have–”

“You quit the band?” I interrupted.

“For you.” He clarified, looking absolutely broken.

I smiled but it was devoid of any real happiness, “It’s far too late for us now.”

He began to weep, and I held him as he did. I could barely muster up the ability to cry anymore, my tears long dried up after months of diagnosis and treatments. All my energy had been focused on ensuring my daughter would be taken care of after I’d left this Earth – knowing she was so loved and so wanted, and knowing if I were given the choice that I’d never want to leave her side.

“Can I lay with you?” Jake asked softly. I nodded and maneuvered my body as much as I could, allowing him room to crawl into the bed with me. He needed this as much as I did, I suppose. We needed a real goodbye.

“Honey?” I called, waiting patiently for our daughter's presence to join us in my room. “Come lay with us.” I patted my free side.

She climbed carefully into the bed and they both held me, their arms encircling my waist as they cried softly. I rubbed soothing circles on their backs, peppered soft kisses on their heads and just held them. Relishing in this one moment of happiness I could have. Their arms grew heavy with sleep, their weight holding me down and keeping me anchored to this Earthly vessel of mine. If only it worked that way, their love could hold me down and I would never have to leave. But that wasn’t the case, and I knew it was time as I watched them snore softly and contendly. I smiled fondly at the sight, knowing they would be okay eventually and that Jake and I would find eachother again.

“I love you.” I whispered aloud before I slowly, softly let my eyes flutter closed and waited to draw my final breath.

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